The Remnants of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit
"Harada-sama! Sensei!" was the cry of Sergeant Ichigo Akiyama, one of the few lightly-wounded soldiers remaining at the Quadrangle. A needle was stuck into his shoulder and the doctors were trying frantically to get him to an ambulance, but he shoved them out of the way to skid to a stop next to the heavily wounded man he saw. He fell into a crouch and took the man's hand.
"Ichigo-kun... you're alive!" Captain Harada of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit said. His unit stricken, his morale broken, what few men left alive had fled in pursuit of the two terrorsts that had shattered them so. But Captain Harada was in a bad way. The blade of the eyepatched woman had torn him from throat to hips, and he was quietly bleeding out on the quadrangle. It was all too fast. The chance of him surviving had gone from slim to none in the past few minutes.
"You live, Harada-sama! Come on! These men will get you to a hospital!"
"No... I'm afraid I won't be going home from this one, my dear friend," the captain choked out, a racking cough spitting blood from his mouth. His life slipped ever further away from him.
"You must not say such things, Sensei! Think of little Yuki-chan! She waits at home after this day for her father to return!"
This caused Captain Harada to smile a little. His impending death could not stop the flow of memories of his beloved daughter. His daughter who attended this very school, in fact. "My little... Yuki... we will never play baseball in the backyard again..."
"You will, Harada-sama! Fumiko-san will surely reconsider the divorce after witnessing your bravery!"
"My dear... Fumiko..." Captain Harada groaned, before coughing heavily once more. Additional blood emerged from his mouth and he tightened his grip on Ichigo's hands. His other hand clamped suddenly to the side of Ichigo's face, and his deep brown eyes, the eyes his daughter had inherited, bore straight into Ichigo's soul. "I die here, witnessed by my ancestors... in an act of bravery. You lead now... Ichigo-sama," he choked out, before his grip abruptly loosened and his hand fell to the ground. His eyes, once so vibrant and full of life, were dull and dead.
Ichigo couldn't believe it. His mentor, his friend, had fallen on this ground. "Harada-sama!" he called, as though trying to will the soul of Captain Harada back into his body. It was a futile gesture, and he knew it. He cried out in grief, in anguish, in pain. "HARADA-SAMA!!!"
A Distant Rooftop
Just as Yukoshi landed on another rooftop, so did five other members of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit. They had kept up their pursuit and now they had cornered her. They were a motley bunch of young officers, four males and one female, of all shapes and sizes. None of them wore helmets, and surprisingly none of them were covered in blood.
Above the rooftop, the light refracted, as though a glass dome had just been placed above them. As a matter of fact, a completely impenetrable shield had been erected, preventing escape of their quarry. They had her now.
"
Stop right there, criminal scum!" called out the tall-but-not-tallest one, the big-but-not-biggest one. "
You are a kidnapper, slayer of innocents, murderer of children!"
"
That was not a good thing to do!" said the man who's facial features were not quite Japanese.
"
Only a villain could be so cruel!" cried the lone female in the squad, distraught over the mayhem.
"
I'm gonna have some fun with you!" said the tallest man, the really lanky one who's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
"
Think of the children!" bellowed the largest man, the one with muscle upon muscle trying to tear through his uniform.
The first man, clearly the leader, spoke once more. "
For that, we are here to TAKE YOU DOWN! SENTAI! ACTIVATE!"
In unison, All five of them slammed down on controls on their wrists, and
theme music rocked out from an invisible source, announcing the arrival of the True Japanese Heroes. The Five Legendary Warriors were each engulfed in a bright light, their clothes being replaced with glamorously coloured uniforms that radiated true heroism.
If you thought it couldn't get any brighter, well, you'd be wrong. A blinding flash of white illuminated the rooftop battlefield. The light was refracted within the dome, blinding anyone not wearing the special helmets that each police officer now wore. and standing there were
five figures, all posing dramatically, ready for battle. Their uniforms shined in the bright light, almost glowing with power.
"
Daisuke!"
"
Satoru!"
"
Kenichi!"
"
Izumi!"
"
Wong!"
Each coloured warrior called their name, shifting through various Martial Arts stances before falling into another glorious pose of heroism and might. They were ready for battle. "
TOGETHER, WE ARE DENKITEKI KEISATSU SENTAI! THE LEGENDARY POLICE RANGERS!" they cried out in unison. "
WITH OUR LEGENDARY POWERS, WE WILL DEFEAT YOU!"
The leader stomped his foot down and pointed towards Yukoshi. "
PUT DOWN THE HOSTAGE AND PREPARE TO BE APPREHENDED!" he roared, his presence and volume intimidating and powerful. Surely one confronted with the might of the Denkiteki Keisatsu Sentai would surrender? For there was no escape, and no victory here for the terrorist and her dead friend!
