[center][b]Elsewhere//Another Time//Before//After[/b]

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[i]The siren blared repeatedly, screaming a warning that (Black) had never had to hear before. To think that something like this could have happened at their own home, their own sanctuary. All around him was smoke and torn walls. He thought he could hear blasts from another Gorenger's laser pistol, but it was hard to make out. His visor was shattered on one side, and he could feel a warm wet spot above his forehead - undoubtedly he was bleeding somewhere inside his helmet. His own ears were ringing. He had to get up, had to protect the others, if he could. He clamored to his feet, dragging his left leg behind him. A piece of shrapnel ran through it from left to right, stabbing his other thigh. He pulled it free as a painful spark emitted out of it - no doubt excess energy from the Grid spilling out from his injuries. He could feel his suit weakening, no doubt the others were all experiencing the same level of energy drain as him. It must be absolutely ravaging the Grid.

He slipped but caught himself alongside the hallway, it's wirings exposed and looking ready to collapse. Ahead the ceiling was torn clean off in a blast. Looking up, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gorenger Red - his Mechaframe struggling against an impossible enemy. (Black) was stunned - there was no way. He tried to will himself to move faster, but was thrown aside in a giant ball of smoke and debris as Red's Mechaframe teetered and collapsed, causing a shockwave of explosions. He began to lose consciousness...[/i] 


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A streak across the sky.

A flash of light.

Hurtling towards earth, but across a rapidly changing sky. Daylight. Cosmos. Clouds. Fire blazing across an astronomer's tools.

[i]More images.

Gorenger Yellow, impaled on their own weapon.

Gorenger Green, helmet shattered, sprawled across the cockpit of their Mechaframe.

Two swords clashing.

Gorenger Blue, and Pink, surrounded by the enemy. Overtaken.

A desperate gamble.

Are these things to come? Perhaps tonight the world changes[/i][/center]