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John allowed everyone to speak their mind. He wouldn't cut off any of them, even as Jonah and Clementine's attitudes were detrimental to the overall mood he needed to set. After all, this was about gaining their trust. Besides that, Jonah made some legitimate arguments. Unfortunately circumstances were not the best, but if they were, then this wouldn't have been necessary to begin with. 

As the last of the four agreed to take part, John spoke up again. "I cannot express my gratitude enough. I know that some of you are not agreeing for the same reasons, but given enough time, I think you will grow into the role. You have my... Deepest and most sincere apologies for abducting you. Looking back, the means by which we brought you here is very likely to arouse great suspicion. Knowing Ruthalia, this is likely to put your family into danger as well, which is why I took the necessary precautions."

The alien in human skin grabbed a computer disk from a small pile, five to be exact, and handed them out to the youth before him. The last he placed inside of a computer, and the view screen blared to life. This time they were watching a video of the same alien that John claimed was him. Light red skin pulled taught across a skull-like face. The suit it wore was, however, completely identical to John's in every way minus the size.  It then spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

"You know me. My name is Jonimunum Jorgenschmidtl. My laboratory exploded August 3rd last year and you have presumed me dead, just like I wanted. The truth is, I couldn't take it anymore. Galatec is corrupt to its very core and needs to be dismantled. I am singularly responsible for the formation of Division Alpha. The boy you have found this disk on, Michael Sonnen, was abducted by me and me alone to join my band of freedom fighters. He has declined. Unlike you, I don't harm people for using their freedom of choice. He decided not to join me, but he is not one of your soldiers, so no harm has come to him. That's what you call principle. He knows nothing of my operations and was brought to a location undisclosed. Interrogate him if you like, your 'reconditioning effects' will make sure he is completely cooperative. Where do we go from here? It's up to you." The video stopped there, and John ejected it.

He turned back to the group and addressed them once more. "They know me. They know that I wouldn't harm anybody I didn't consider my enemy. Each one of you now holds a message personalized about you which should protect your family and friends. If you decide to leave, it's at your disposal. If you stay, then I recommend you may still make use of it for the sake of your loved ones."

John then walked toward a collection of devices hidden in protective containers, sitting on a single pedestal. Gently, almost reverently, he pulled them up from their resting place and approached the young adults. One by one he opened the containers revealing strange wrist-bound devices, each one a different color and with a clear prismatic gem embedded in the middle. With one hand he presented these devices to each of them. First was Tommy, who received the blue one. Then Clementine was handed yellow. Oliver next received his, green. And lastly Jonah was given a violet-purple device.

"These are the photon morphers. Once they are fully secured to your arm, hold them out and call, 'Strike Force, Flash Forward!' This will trigger the morphing sequence."

The freight elevator came to a stop and the old, rusted doors creaked open to reveal the path Michael had taken here. It somehow looked different going back the other way, but maybe that was just his new outlook. What he was prepared to do, about to do, would definitely change how a man looks at things. His thoughts were interrupted when the woman stepped forward, then turned to address the rebels that had arrived with them. 

"Today we cripple Galatec's hold on us! Today we free as many as we can, and kill all the damn githkin our weapons will allow! Today is the day Galatec realizes that humanity are not rats to be forced through the maze! Today we strike back! CHARGE!" Battle cries sounded throughout the mines, no doubt echoing for at least a couple miles as so many cheered at once. The ragtag rebels poured through the mines, pushing Michael along with them whether he wanted to go or not. While it took several minutes, it felt like only moments before the sounds of battle could be heard and seen all around. Rebels attacked with pick-axes, ancient firearms, baseball bats, and what few laser blasters they could scrounge up. Meanwhile the githkin fought back ferociously with sheer brute strength, superior numbers, and advanced weapons of their own.

Red Rock Mining Facility had become a war zone. The rebellion has begun.

There John went again, pontificating and speechifying. Well, that was his job. His role in all of this. Thankfully Samara was at her computer keeping tabs on things, because something major had just happened. Just as John began handing out the morphers, her proximity detectors went off like crazy and multiple waves of several dozen people began emerging from the deepest, oldest portions of the mine. The security cameras no longer depicted a harsh-yet-peaceful work zone. Now it was all chaos and fighting. What's more, now she got a bead, finally, on Michael Sonnen. He was emerging into the central mining chamber and if what she saw on those cameras were any indication he was with the rebel forces and wielding an old combustion pistol.

The male assistant shivered at Ruth's touch. One didn't need to be a telepath to know that he found the interaction to be quite creepy and uncomfortable. It did little to ease the apprehension he had developed for her. Meanwhile, Foreman Jo'ones showed himself to still be quite the fighter, and quite resourceful, despite being so battered. 

"I appreciate it, ma'am," he grunted back to her from his strange position being carried. Then, fighting through the pain of his two broken arms, he reached over to his left limb and took hold of it just below the shoulder. With a large gasp and mustering all his strength Jo'ones tore off his own left arm and dropped it onto the floor. Curiously, no blood spilled from this wound. A moment later though, and his left arm was already growing a replacement. In less time than it would have taken to eat a donut he had grown a fully functional left arm. With far less difficulty, he did the same with his broken right arm, tearing it off with his new good limb, and letting it grow back.

"If you want a new handbag ma'am, I think I can donate you the materials," he commented. It wasn't sarcasm, nor did he have any insolence in his voice. Even a quick mind probe would tell Ruth that he was entirely sincere.

Elsewhere, a group of githkin, lead by the elite KT-25, were accosting accounting director Shplorn at her dormitory door. The alien woman opened up the door, then asked, "The regional manager wants to see me? Personally? Then I'd better get my good suit on. Please, give me a moment, dearies."

In that instant, Ruth could feel another presence in the minds of the githkin. Someone else was trying to take advantage of the psychic link they were designed with, but only high-ranking member of the company could use it. Only one person fit the bill, and that one person was staring KT-25 in the fac-

"Ma'am, General, emergency situation! You need to see this now!" cried out the male assistant that found Ruth so off-putting. If there were ever something to pull her concentration away, it would be this. They displayed multiple security cameras on screen of various locations all around the mining facility, and each one showed something that was simply unacceptable. Ruth's information that Division Alpha would be attacking was entirely accurate. Rebels clad in scavenged armor and clothes, wielding weapons ranging from blunt instruments to guns to the occasional laser blaster, scurried up from the depths of the mine. They seemed to be dispersing in waves of about 2-3 dozen, and had already worked their way to the central chamber. According to the cameras, a team was heading directly for the foreman's office where she now stood, while another headed for the supervisor dormitories, and yet another team was fighting its way to the vehicle station.

The githkin didn't move a muscle as Mable spoke to it. It barely moved when she took the pen and book from it, and even then only what was absolutely necessary for her to take the objects from it. Once she opened the pages and began to sign it, however, something caught her eyes. Something strange, and definitely unexpected from a githkin of all things.

Today Red Rock falls.

In that time, Gajoon had noticed that Mable had stopped listening to him (if she had been to begin with) and saw the creature that greeted her at the door. 

"Miss Love! Sir, uh, peacekeeper, er, uh," he stammered, sliding in next to the two of them. "How can we-we, uh, help you, Mr..." he eyed the branding on the githkin's chest, showcasing its serial number. "Mr. 18-XY?"

The githkin did not react to Gajoon's presence. It only continued to stare at Mable, showing no emotion.

"Oh yeah, we've seen. You're doing a marvelous job!" exclaimed the bun-haired twin while her sister nodded. "We're some of your spotters. You know, keeping an eye out for any signs of ores and minerals behind your path. It's really hard to keep up with yo-"

She was cut off by the sound of another bell, this one signalling that break time was over. Welp, back to work!
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