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[color=3CB371]Location:[/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/r6lzt3x.png?1]Command Center[/url] 
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Having taken a minute to rest, Clint was feeling a little bit better if not extremely sore. A mixture of fear in what Jordan would say and in what he might be told to do kept him from checking if he was bruised, so for the moment he focused on the group and what they had to say. And god, it gave him some saddening nostalgia. It wasn't exactly easy being pulled into this situation, especially with personal stakes right of the bat. There was a hell of a lot going on, and he was sure Charlie was having a bit of an overwhelming day as it was. So, as Clint would in certain situations, he'd speak up and address what was going on.

[color=3CB371]"Now I don't understand the grid or anything,"[/color] Clint spoke up, glancing over at Ross. He never was good with those details, he left it to the others. They were a bit brighter than he was in some respects, and he'd let Charlie handle explaining that. [color=3CB371]"But a Ranger is chosen for a ton of reasons, I think. Sure, some of us might be athletic or stronger than normal. But heart can matter a lot, too. These things judge us pretty deeply, they'll see the good in us, or the determination to see things through."[/color] He glanced towards Sloane for a moment, then back at Ross to give the guy an idea of what he was about to say. [color=3CB371]"Now, pretty boy over there [i]might[/i] have an attitude. But personally, I know he kept me from getting hurt worse before Jordan and Charlie showed up, and that told me a lot. Wouldn't be the first mouthy Ranger we've had."[/color] He didn't see Sloane as bad, though the guy lacked a filter in an entirely different way from Jordan. Where she'd scream, curse, and throw a fit in general, he was a certified sassing machine, and a brutal one at that. Sentient Country Song rang in his head, and Clint hadn't had it in him at the time to point out he fucking hated Country music. The next time he was in a room with Sloane and a radio, he was getting an ear-blast of AC/DC to make up for that one.

[color=3CB371]"And, ahah... Trust me..."[/color] Clint glanced at Jordan and Charlie with embarrassment, before continuing. [color=3CB371]"He ain't the first person to insult the crystals, either."[/color] Clint dropped his once. Or thrice... He may have gotten pissed and cursed about it, causing the group to get a good solid look as he slowly put it away in embarrassment. '[color=3CB371][i]Stupid glowing piece of shit![/i][/color]' were his exact words. Maybe a lighthearted memory would help the two veteran girls settle down a bit.

It didn't take long for people to make it known where they stood. Sloane and Vallory were clearly raring to go, and Jordan was stuck on some rather... Irrelevant question, at least for the moment. He knew the two rookies were about to strike a nerve though, and figured in exchange for what she'd said about getting him some ice, he'd try and handle this a little bit, as well. It was a hell of a lot to be put through; That attack, suddenly being a Ranger, and dealing with the stress of the hostage situation. There needed to be a middle ground between taking action and not getting riled up. 

[color=3CB371]"Let's settle down for a sec."[/color] Clint suggested, before pulling himself to his feet. He swore he heard an audible pop or something, but it was probably best to not think about it. Instead, he started off by eyeing Jordan. [color=3CB371]"Jordan, we can worry about building details after we figure out the hostage situation. [i]You two[/i],"[/color] Clint looked over to Sloane and Vallory, their eagerness a positive in his mind, but he knew better from his past and Jordan's brutal reminder of what could happen out here. [color=3CB371]"We don't know where that thing is yet, but because Charlie is our little geek, I'm sure she can figure it out with a little time. We're gonna work towards this as fast as [i]we[/i] can. There's no few of us going, we'll all be going."[/color] He took a breath, sighing as he thought of the crystals the new trio was holding. [color=3CB371]"There's nobody holding those crystals anymore for a reason, and that's because even after training and practice, those people died defending this planet against freaks like that kidnappin' coward. And yeah, we thought Druidon was toast, an' that's something that I think could use a bit of explaining, Charlie."[/color] He nodded towards the Purple Ranger, fully aware she was more in-the-know than they could hope to be. But he'd like to definitely know what the hell was going on, too. Was she really just this paranoid, or did she learn something at some point that let her know this was coming?

[color=3CB371]"They have a point, though. Ain't no use in sitting around, we need to be productive one way or another and ensure we get this rescue done. And that no hostages [b][i]or[/i][/b] Rangers are lost during it. So why don't we wrap up this Q & A quick and start figuring out a plan? We've got people to save, a monster's ass to kick..."[/color] He looked over all three of the rookies momentarily, his face a little more stern as he thought about how the time spent locating that monster could be spent. [color=3CB371]"And rookies to train."[/color]