Kapitel 38: Waking the Dead
"Blue, there's motion around the site," Nova reported, sharp and efficient as always. "Multiple figures detected. Movement patterns are irregular."
Without hesitation, Blue activated his Morpher, the sequence so ingrained in him that it was reflexive. The familiar surge of energy coursed through him as his Ranger suit materialized, locking into place with a snap of power. His HUD flickered to life, giving him a clearer view of the terrain ahead, but there was no time to process anything beyond what needed to be done. This was no simulation; there was no room for error. Every second counted.
Back at Ranger operations, the base was already in a state of disarray. The sudden wail of alarms cut through the air, blaring across every screen in the room. Red alerts flashed in sync with the sirens, bathing the command center in a pulse of ominous light. Officers scrambled to their stations, each of them trying to decipher the flood of incoming data that filled the monitors. Shouted commands and confused voices filled the room as they scrambled to make sense of it all.
It had happened so suddenly—someone had triggered an unauthorized morph, which could only mean one of two things: it was either Blue, or they were dealing with an unlicensed or covert enemy agent. The realization only added fuel to the growing panic.
Seated at the center of it all, the Overseer barely looked up from her console. Her reaction was one of frustration, not surprise, as if she'd already expected something like this to happen. She knew exactly who had caused the alert to go off, even before the report came in.
"Of course, it's him," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. She glanced down at her untouched cup of tea, which was quickly losing its warmth. Typical. She hadn't even had time for a single sip before Blue decided to throw another wrench into her day.
"Ma'am, we've got an unauthorized morph," one of the officers shouted, his voice tight with tension as he stared at the flashing screens. "It's Blue. He morphed without clearance and in an unapproved location."
The Overseer's scowl deepened, her irritation plain as she regarded the chaos around her. She hadn't even started her day properly, and already she was dealing with Blue's shenanigans. "What's he doing now?" she asked, though it was less a question and more of an exasperated sigh.
"We're still piecing it together, ma'am," another officer responded, fingers flying over the console as he tried to gather more data.
The Overseer gave a quick shake of her head and turned her attention back to the monitors, trying to make sense of the unfolding disaster. All around her, the air seemed thick with confusion as officers struggled with conflicting reports. Panic was rising, fueled by the inconsistent information coming in. Voices overlapped, each more frantic as they tried to reconcile the discrepancies.
"Where's the ship's trajectory report?"
"The defense grid didn't pick anything up!"
"We've got comms coming in from Orbital Command, but it's all fragmented."
The Overseer listened to the cacophony, her fingers drumming lightly against the console. She was irritated, yes, but not surprised. This was just another day of dealing with Blue's rogue behavior. Her tea was growing colder by the minute, and her patience was wearing thin.
Before anyone could respond further, the base's comm system lit up with a new transmission, cutting through the din of the room like a sharp blade. The officers fell silent, turning their attention toward the comm system as Specialist Valerte's voice crackled through the speakers. Her tone was steady, calm even, despite the chaos that must have been swirling around her.
"This is Specialist Valerte, relaying commands from Ranger operator in the field," Camila's voice echoed through the room, laced with both professionalism and urgency. "We have an unidentified ship—Aquitan origin—crash landing two kilometers North from my location. Initiating Code 483, potential foothold situation. I repeat, potential foothold situation."
A ripple of tension ran through the room at the mention of Code 483. The officers exchanged quick, panicked glances. A foothold situation meant serious trouble—possibly the beginning of an invasion.
Camila's voice came back through the speakers, unshaken by the weight of the situation. "Ranger operator requesting rapid deployment of aerial, tactical, and armored rapid response teams. Preliminary confirmation of ship ID as Bladesurge. Ranger operator present and in direct command of the situation."
The Overseer's head snapped up, her earlier irritation giving way to something more intense. "Aquitan?" she muttered under her breath, the realization settling in. So that's why Blue had morphed. Her eyes flickered to the now-lukewarm tea beside her as the implications sank in. It had to be serious for him to react like that.
Meanwhile, Blue pushed through the dense jungle, his body moving swiftly and effortlessly through the terrain. As he got closer, he ducked behind a large tree, using it as cover. His HUD zoomed in on the crash site, the figures near the wreckage becoming clearer. His breath caught in his throat as he saw them, their forms emerging through the haze of smoke and debris. Red, Black, Yellow, Pink. Rangers.
"No way…" Blue whispered, his voice barely audible, the disbelief and shock seeping into his words.
Nova's voice cut through his thoughts, cool and analytical as always, though even she couldn't hide the concern in her tone. "Blue, I'm detecting AI chatter. The suit signatures… they match. Are you okay? This isn't adding up."
His mind reeled, struggling to reconcile what he was seeing with what he knew. This couldn't be happening. "That can't be. They were KIA—"
"During the Ceres mission ten years ago," Nova confirmed. "But the readings are clear. The suits, the AI—it's them."
Back at Ranger operations, the chaos had escalated. Officers were frantically trying to make sense of the reports coming in, their voices rising to an almost unbearable level as they struggled to organize the flood of information. The Overseer remained still amidst the storm, her eyes glued to the live feed from Blue's helmet, which had finally flickered onto her screen.
There, on the display, were the unmistakable forms of the Red, Black, Yellow, and Pink Rangers. Their stances, their suits—it was all exactly as she had seen in the footage that had been broadcasted planet-wide during their efforts ten years ago. They had died. She had seen the reports. They had been KIA during the Ceres mission. And yet, there they were, moving about the crash site as if no time had passed at all.
"What the hell am I looking at?" she muttered, her voice low but tight with tension, the disbelief clear in her tone.
An officer turned toward her, his face pale, uncertainty written across his features. "Ma'am, the signatures... they're confirmed, but... it's them. I don't know if this can be right."
The Overseer exhaled sharply, her fingers gripping the edge of her console as she glanced down at her tea. It had grown cold now, completely forgotten. "Dammit, Blue," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "If this is what you've gotten into, it better be worth it."
Before she could process it any further, the doors to Ranger operations slid open with a sharp hiss, and General Kassens strode into the room. His presence was commanding, his expression severe as he took stock of the situation unfolding on the screens. The officers snapped to attention, their frantic movements slowing as Kassens approached the central console, his eyes sweeping over the chaos with a practiced gaze.
The moment General Kassens entered the room, every officer snapped to attention, their frantic movements halting abruptly. "General Kassens," the Overseer acknowledged, her voice steady but with an edge of formality.
Kassens gave a sharp nod, his posture radiating authority. "I'm assuming command of operations," he declared, his voice carrying easily over the hum of the room. "Scramble the aerial, tactical, and armored rapid response teams immediately."
The officers moved into action at his command, their earlier panic replaced by swift, purposeful movements as they relayed the orders. Kassens continued, his tone clipped and focused. "We're in a foothold situation. I want full eyes on that site, and I want to know what the hell is happening with that ship."
The Overseer offered a brief nod, her fingers flying over the console as she pulled up the relevant data. "You'll want to pull up Blue's HUD feed," she said, keeping her voice professional. "It's already active."
Kassens leaned forward over the console, his sharp eyes scanning the live feed from Blue's helmet. The tension in the room was palpable as the reality of the situation settled in, the gravity of what they were seeing weighing heavily on everyone. Kassens' face hardened as he took in the figures at the crash site—the Red, Black, Yellow, and Pink Rangers, alive and moving.
His voice was low, but the weight of his words was undeniable. "This is going to be a long day."
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