[hider=Ruth]Ruthalia decided that it would be a good idea to maintain a watchful eye on the two humans with Loyalty Privilege. So far they did not seem to be doing anything unbecoming. The camera's scanners displayed subtitles of their words for the regional manager's viewing pleasure. Apparently Clemetine Mayweather had been charged with performing an audit on spending in various departments and divisions, and decided to come to the vehicle station first. She spoke with Chief Engineer Kylo, a Mercurian woman, about how one of the vehicles had gone missing, but was found in its station about a week later. A vehicle had been missing for an entire [i]week?![/i] How was that not reported as a priority issue?!

Kylo appeared to be personal and friendly to the two. She was going along with the questioning, giving them her full participation. Then Chief Engineer Kylo stood alone, looking terribly confused. In a bright flash of light, the two had vanished from sight. Kylo scratched her head, perplexed, then pulled out a radio to report the strange phenomenon to her supervisor.[/hider]

[hider=Drax]The now ex-foreman Jo'ones did not relent in his furious assault upon Drax's battle armor. Had he been facing most any other enemy, his great strength and form would have already won him his life and freedom. Against Galatec's top of the line android general, he was lucky he hadn't already broken his arms. As Drax motioned to punch the lizard man, Jo'ones finally ceased his attack and brought up both arms to block, having already lost any time to dodge. It was a move he would not live to regret.

The robot's fist struck his crossed arms full force, and Jo'ones flew backward in a shower of sparks. His back collided with a railing, bending the rail a good foot. Jo'ones stood up, both arms broken and hanging limply at his side, but the fire in his eyes had not died down. By Drax's sensors, he should have been in tremendous amounts of pain, but the former soldier seemed to have little issue powering through it. Instead of standing down, or running, instead he lifted his leg pointed directly at Drax's chest plate. As he did so, a small energy blaster slid out from some kind of mechanical arm, and Jo'ones caught it with his foot. That's right, the data files in Drax's memory core confirmed that Jo'ones' species had fully articulate toes.

Jo'ones fired the laser with his foot, emitting a beam of red light which struck the robot square in the chest. For the first time since the fight began, Jo'ones looked worried. He barely scratched the paint.[/hider]

[hider=Tommy and Oliver]The elite githkin with the scarred face actually laughed, [i]laughed[/i] at Oliver as it held him up by the neck. The githkin designated as Oliver's "supervisor" stood on the other side of Oliver. Without emotion, it lifted a single fist and struck Oliver in the back. The pain was tremendous, but luckily nothing broke.

At that moment Tommy took a running dive at the elite githkin, slamming into its legs. The creature's eyes opened wide as it was taken by surprise and lost its balance. In that moment it released Oliver, then stumbled over and onto the ground. When it looked up, its eyes made contact with Tommy's. It did not look happy.

The second githkin helped up its superior, then they both faced the belligerent workers. Damn. Well, today could have gone [i]so[/i] much better. Still, we all have to die sometime, right? The githkin charged forward, each with a raised fist. They lashed out, each one inches away from connecting with a human face. And then... Nothing. Tommy and Oliver saw a bright flash of light, blinding and disorienting. When the spots went away, the two were... Actually, where were they?[/hider]

[hider=Clementine and Jonah]Chief Kylo nodded along as Clementine spoke, waiting for her turn to interject. "Yes, it's very understandable that you would come up here. To be honest, I've been preparing for this audit since the driller originally went missing. Unfortunately, I have no idea where it was or who took it during that week."

The Mercurian walked the two humans over to a large vehicle with a drill on the nose. The roof to the cab was apparently convertible. This fine piece of machinery was clearly very expensive, and its disappearance had cost Red Rock no less than 450,000 Galatokens.

"Here's the phantom driller in question. Serial number 7x-y25-349. I put in a request for forensics to examine it, but nobody has responded to my request yet. Anyway," Kylo turned to Clementine, holding out a small data disc. "This hold all of our costs of operation, our inventory, and anything else you might need for your audit. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Before Clementine or Jonah could respond, they found themselves suddenly blinded by a bright light. After a brief moment if disorientation, their vision returned, only they weren't in the vehicle station anymore. They were underground, surrounded by several people they've never seen before...[/hider]

[hider=Michael]With the thunderous roar of an ancient leviathan waking from its slumber, the freight elevator came to life. Slowly it began its descent. The sound was loud and echoed throughout the mines. If anybody were in this lifeless area of tunnel, they would surely hear it. Too bad Michael was all alone. Or maybe that was the blessing? Either way, slowly the elevator brought him and only him downward.

The ride had taken nearly three full minutes, but finally it came to a stop. The light ceased to flicker, instead it burned brightly as though the bulb or power had been replaced. The doors opened up and on the other side was no doubt the biggest surprised Michael would receive that day. 

[i]People.[/i] Armed people. They were packed in the tunnel as tightly as they could be. Human beings, like himself, wearing makeshift armor made from whatever materials they could get ahold of. They carried guns, laser blasters, baseball bats, mining drills, all manner of things that could make you dead. Then one approached Michael, a young woman wearing leather and carrying a laser blaster.

"Michael Sonnen, you made it! Huzzah! Hopefully our contact was correct and you can join us. Tell me, what do you think of Galatec?"[/hider]

[hider=Samara]The mentor straightened his tie as Samara went into initiating the Refraction Displacement System. The computer hummed to life as it began to draw more power than they had ever used before. After a few seconds of intense calculations, the computer... Stopped? Drat, it froze! Samara just [i]knew[/i] they should have swiped the latest processing chip! And that's when the four dots on the monitor vanished, while the light projector in the center of the headquarters roared to life. Well maybe it was good enough after all.[/hider]

[hider=Power Rangers Strike Force!]Disoriented, but recovering, four young adults appeared in the center of a large cavern chamber. It was a few thousand square feet, with mine cart hovertrack leading to multiple pathways, each one closed off by a large metal door. Multiple work benches and computer stations had been setup around the cavern, while they each stood on a central platform below some kind of light projector. It wasn't the only source of light, though. Strings of lights ran around the ceiling, powered by a portal generator. Finally, two strangers were among them here. A young, dark-skinned woman sitting at a computer station, and what appeared to be a middle aged human man standing before them, looking composed. Before they could question too much about what had happened, the alien-man in front of them began to speak.

"Tommy Reese. Oliver Johnson. Clementine Mayweather. Jonah Fallen. Welcome. I apologize for the sudden discomfort, but it was necessary given our circumstances. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joniminum Lorel'ammit Jorgenschmidtl, but you may refer to me as John Jorgen. I am a former employee of Galatec, a high ranking scientist in the departments of Robotics, Physics, and Engineering. I am also Galatec's foremost expert on the Morphing Grid, which brings me to you. I have studied your culture, your history. Many races across the universe have been able to access the Morphing Grid, but humanity appears to have the most experience with it. Throughout time, human beings have faced perilous threat upon disaster, and they always come out on top, thanks to your special connection to the Morphing Grid. Now your world faces such threats again, in the form of my former employers. So I have taken it upon myself to give you the fighting chance that you deserve. Each one of you were studied and hand picked for one reason or another to join a special team to defend your people. My associate and I," the man gestured to the woman at the computers, her name still a mystery, "offer you a choice. You can decide to go back to your lives the way they were before you met us. You can work and toil for minimal pay, no appreciation, for the benefit of those taking advantage of your kind... Or you can choose to stand up and fight for what is right. You can honor your people's proud history and become... Power Rangers."[/hider]

[hider=Mable]Mable's manager sighed in irritation at his client's antics. Well, technically Galatec was his client, but in the end she was the one he had the most contact with. [color=skyblue]"Please Mable, my name is Gajoon, not 'Octo-manager.' And you know I don't hate you. I know the situation isn't ideal, but nobody ever said that being a star was easy."[/color]

That was the truth. Gajoon was one of the good ones. Sure, he was technically an employee of Galatec, but then again so was Mable. He may get fatigued by her energy and was weary of their entire situation, but in his squishy, cephalopod heart he was a good guy.

When Mable tossed the lyric sheets onto the floor of the limo, he let out a soft sigh and began picking them up himself. All the while, his phone blew up with messages, texts, alerts, notifications, and other assorted business-related material. While he was on the floor, he missed Mable's sunroof antics, but he was quick to react once he got his footing back.

[color=skyblue]"Miss Love! Please control yourself! Do you want to incite something here?!"[/color] Mable knew he was just being stuffy and cautious. 

Once the limo had parked, Gajoon got out and began walking in the direction of the dressing room, gesturing for Mable to follow. [color=skyblue]"Now as you said before, this one is going to be a challenge, but I [i]know[/i] you're up for it. The practice band is already setup backstage, so you can get the hang of this new piece. Remember, it's the grand finale to tonight's performance, so it must be [i]absolutely[/i] perfect. I don't need to remind you of how important tonight is, since Galatec is looking to renew our contract. We don't want you getting deported."[/color][/hider]

[hider=Jackson]The twins stopped their conversation as Jackson approached, something about lima beans, and turned to face the young man. The first one to speak was the twin with the dreadlocks.

"Oh, we're doing fine. Just enjoying our break before we get back to work."

"I'm glad we could get such a good job, and stay together as a family," piped in the twin with her hair in a bun.

"I'm Shawnee and this is my sister Sarah. Who are you?"[/hider]