Elias Walker: It was a different time, a different enemy. Ninty-three veterans of the mid-war battles, were sent to face down a force of five hundred enemy fighters. Their objective: to force the enemy back from a street in New York, and keep its occupants alive. For three days, US Marines and the Little Einsteins Rangers both held their ground together, but the enemy's numbers were too great. The ninty-three were cut down to fifteen because they are mostly wounded in action. They would not last another night, and the enemy knew it. Under the cover of darkness, they evacuated one of the apartments, sending only one of their own to lead the way. The rest returned to the line, and took up positions beneath the bodies of their wounded brothers and sisters. As they lay in wait, the blood from the dead poured over them. The enemy's blood spoiled to their skin like a shroud. Changing them. Anointing them. When the enemy drew near, the remaining fourteen rose out of the street alleys. They were like hunters that could not be seen, using stealth their enemies could not defend against. When the Rangers ran dry of all of the Power Rangers' arsenals, they of used their guns... and when they ran dry of ammunition, they used their blades... and when the blades ran dull, they used their hands. When the streets and avenues had settled, only one of the enemy had survived. He was picked up in the street, wandering aimlessly, traumatized. He expressed warnings to others of a force so menacing and unbeatable, it could only be described as supernatural. He called them..."Little Einstein Rangers".