It was a rainy day in New Tech City. Commander Cruger and Dr. Kat Manx had left the base to personally report new findings on Gruumm to General Birdie. This left Bsquad in charge of the base.
Things were going slowly in the command center:
SPD Ranger 5 – Sydney had a red ball in her hand, with as little effort as possible she threw it out of the open door and watched apathetically as R.I.C, their robot canine companion, brought the ball back in.
SPD Ranger 4 – Z sat on the floor and propped herself against a convenient bulkhead. In her hands was Power Rangers: A History written by Dr. Thomas Oliver.
SPD Ranger 3 – Bridge was underneath one of the command consuls tinkering with its hardware.
SPD Ranger 2 – Sky was alternating between staring at the sensors looking for trouble and glaring at…
SPD Ranger 1 – Jack snored loudly as he slept in a roller chair.
They were all incredibly bored.
"God, I wish that Gruumm would just attack us so I don't die of boredom," said Syd as she threw the ball out the door for the 57th time. As if answering her wish, the klaxons started blaring.
"Wait! I didn't mean it!"
Jack fell out of his chair startled. He immediately jumped and yelled "SPD Emergency." To his surprise, he didn't morph. The red ranger then realized he was holding out his cell phone. Z didn't even raise her head from the book as the alarms kept going and Sky scanned the sensor readings finding nothing.
The sirens stopped as soon as the started.
"Sorry guys, false alarm," Bridge sheepily stated as he stuck his head out from the consul. "I wanted to see what this thingy in here does, just wait let me show you."
There was a resounding no from the rest of the rangers. They gathered around the circular main consul of the command center.
"There's gotta be something we can do to keep busy, come on guys think," asked Z.
Bridge perked up, "Well Z, we can play a game of lightball?"
"Nah, I'm tired of that."
"Well, we can take a run on the mud courses, do some training." Sky suggested.
"Oh no we won't, I haven't gotten the mud out of my hair from last time," Syd exclaimed.
Sky looked at Jack, "Does our great leader have any suggestions?" Jack looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, my blue ranger, I do. Follow me."
Jack led the rangers back to the rec room. He stood in the center as the rest got comfy on the couches.
"Well, when me and Z were younger and had nothing to do we would play tag."
"Oh, come on that's lame. It's a kid's game." Sky said as he dismissed the idea.
"Wait, but have you ever played it with anyone who had special powers like we do?
"What I suggest is that we make it even more interesting, genetic powers can be used and we can go all over the base."
Z jumped in and asked, "And how do we know if we're tagged? Just a tap is a little bit simple."
"We can….., oh I know, morphers. Good practice for us, if you can take away that person's morpher than they are it. Give it back and let them do the chasing."
"Okay sounds alright but we better not do any damage to the ground or each other," added Syd.
"Alright, Mom. Since I came up with the idea, I'll be it first. I'll give you guys to a full minute before I start chasing."
The others sat still digesting what they were about to do.
"Get going!" Jack yelled. The scattered in different directions as he counted.
"60….55…50….40….30…10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. Ready or not here I come!"