The captain did not know whether to be horrified or pleased. The information was still coming in, but it seemed that the Morpher situation had intensified greatly.

For the first time in several decades, a major attack had occurred on Earth. Two of the four Morphers had been utilized in this attack, which took place in Angel Grove, California - a place not completely unfamiliar with the Rangers or their Zords.

Interestingly, some of the witnesses were stating that the attack had been stopped by another group of Rangers - two of them utilizing MegaZords and an unknown number taking on the attackers in a physical fight.

Arkadian slumped back in her chair, away from the view-screen for a moment. She did not know what to make of the information, really. If the attack had been stopped by other Rangers, did that mean that Operation Revo had been implemented early? Was Galaga being fed old information? The woman knew she shouldn't have relied on someone so incompetent as her direct line to Oliver.

"This is the second time I've had to watch something happen on a screen, after the fact!" She stares straight ahead as she yelled, but Rex was the only other person in the cabin with her.

"It is unfortunate, m'am. But you were right to come here. All non-essential flights off of Earth are grounded for the time being. They will not be able to get passed us again." The man stared out the window to his right. The earth nearly filled the entire thing. They had been forced to remain in orbit while the battle had been taking place down below. The man guessed within a few more minutes they would be cleared to land. The battle had been over for several hours by now, and they were only one of several ships caught mid-landing around the planet. They would have a serious issue if they didn't start getting ships out of the sky soon.

A few hours later, in her suite at GuardCorp headquarters, Arkadian studied herself in the mirror. She had changed from her normal attire into something more formal - a traditional captain's uniform. She had always thought that the dark-gray pant suits they wore to formal events were a little dated, but she intended to make an impression. If the information she received from Galaga was false or out-dated, she would need to put herself in a position to receive better information. She had already scheduled meetings with many of her counterparts here on Earth, and she intended to ask the important questions.

Pinning the last of the multi-colored rank badges to her chest, she walked over and opened the door when her assistant knocked. Rex entered, wearing a similar uniform but without nearly the amount of badges his superior had.

"The transport is waiting on us, m'am." The man stated plainly, patting the holster on his right hip to ensure that he had brought his weapon along. He did not like leaving the heavy-duty blasters behind, but he knew they would never be allowed at the scene. It sounded as if the club had already been pretty badly torn apart, and the Enforcement Officials now in charge of the place were taking no chances. As off-world military officials, their sidearms were seen as a part of the uniform and could not be limited.

"Excellent. Hopefully there is something to be gained from this meeting" The captain removed a dangerous-looking dagger from her bag and slid it into a custom-made sheath on her right leg. She, too, had her pistol, but bladed weapons were her specialty. Entering any potentially dangerous situation without a knife or sword was just something that the woman did not do.

The club, and a vast amount of space surrounding it, was supposed to be secured. Hundreds of GuardCorp officials were on-scene already, many of them high-profile individuals. Something about entering a place where a fight had recently taken place always kept the Captain on edge.

The pair finished up and exited the suite, heading down an ornate hallway that led them to the main atrium of the base. GuardCorp's Earth-based headquarters was a collection of massive pyramid-shaped buildings that looked to be entirely made of glass. The largest of the buildings contained the atrium, the hub of almost all of the activity.

Riding the glass elevator from their floor down to ground level provided Captain Arkadian with a near-perfect view of the vast chamber. Watching the hundreds and hundreds of uniformed officials wander in and out of hallways and rooms, many of them standing on moving walkways or escalators between levels. The bright, mid-morning sun poured in and gave the cavernous room an even more open feel. The woman had always loved spending time in the building. Something about it's design demonstrated the beauty that could be achieved through proper amounts of planning, order, and control.

There was a large tree in the very center of the atrium - a vast, colorful Yggdrasil, the world tree - that was designed, grown, and maintained by some of the galaxy's brightest scientists. It was said to have use beyond just a beautiful decoration, but the Captain had never had anything confirmed for her.

Moments later, they had passed through the ornate marble main doors and were out on the main landing bad. Air ships were swirling in the air all around them - a wonderful, organized chaos of landing and taking off. Rex spoke quietly into a communication device, alerting their pilot that they were ready for him. The ship swooped down just a couple of moments later, and soon enough they were flying quickly to the scene of the battle.

The emergency crews had cordoned off a perimeter six blocks from the club in each direction. Each block seemed to have a different military organization running it, though all of them were divisions of GuardCorp. Temporary airspace restrictions required the pair to be dropped out outside of the perimeter.

The Captain and her assistant made their way through the increasingly classified areas up until they arrived at the club itself. Men in neon orange and green jump suits were standing among the debris, analyzing it with various devices and recording their results. A small group of uniformed officers seemed to be meeting just inside the damaged building.

A large tent, also made of the neon-colored materials, was set up just outside of the building. Designed to function as an independent, mobile hospital and shelter, the tent looked more or less like a gigantic building crafted of bright plastic. Those that had been injured had been kept on-site, as had all witnesses that were still around or could be tracked down.

GuardCorp had not decided what information to release, officially. There were plenty of civilian-shot videos of the event online, and claiming that their had not been a MegaZord there would be extremely difficult to do. Any information that pointed towards Ranger suits being used would imply that GuardCorp had lost control of at least one of them. This truth was not something they wanted advertised. Too many enemies of the organization - politically, criminally, and militarily - were waiting for a sign that they were slipping. Any sign of weakness would surely encourage more anti-GuardCorp sentiment.

"We need to attack someone, and we need to do it soon." Riley Trestle, on paper, was a civilian policy adviser for the corporations top-tier officials. In reality, he was one of the most powerful men involves with GuardCorp's Earth-based operations.

This made him much farther up on the totem pole than Captain Arkadian. The woman hated being around those with more power than her, unless she was using it for her own personal gain. She knew that in order to get to where she wanted to be, she would have to endure many more of these interactions.

"If the public thinks there is someone out there with a Ranger suit, running around in a MegaZord blowing things up, they will want our heads!" The man talked to a group of gathered men and women. All of them had some sort of hollow, meaningless title meant to incite respect from those beneath them - Admiral, General, Lieutenant, Major, Corporal, Captain. There was no ranking or order to the titles, there were only jobs and salaries and pensions. Once you were raised to a certain level within the company, you chose a title that stuck with you throughout your career. The military-style dress and names were more of a formal decoration for a large business.

"And if they knew about the other four that are missing, they would probably have our heads." Admiral Faulkner was a rugged-looking former SWAT captain. His auburn hair - very similar to Arkandian's own at one point - was now going grey at its edges. He was known for always blatantly calling a spade a spade, and never letting those around him sugar-coat a bad situation. He was one of the few people on the Captain's level that she still respected. Most of the others hadn't seen combat in decades. The Captain and Admiral, she thought, could probably take on a squadron or two by themselves. She had always felt that the line between soldier and leader needed to be a thin one.

"That's why we cannot let them find out. We know that a few of our allies have broken their agreements with us. The attack on this building was to gain the Morphers that Tommy Oliver secretly kept here. He and a small group of others used them to battle off the thieves. We have been in contact with him, and he is refusing to cooperate with us. We believe one of our lead scientist, Dr. Cranston, the former blue ranger, is assisting Mr. Oliver." A slight wave of murmurs slipped through the crowd. Billy Cranston had been responsible for many of GuardCorps most important scientific developments over the years, and had been one of the prime advocates for controlling the Ranger suits.

"This gives us two rogue groups to deal with, and a very short time to do so. That is why I have gathered just a few of you here to discuss this. We need to act quickly, and by any means. I need each of you to organize a group of your best men. We are going to assemble strike teams. The leader of each team will be given a Morpher."

The whispers exploded into open conversation as the twenty or so officials realized that they would be in charge of choosing a Power Ranger to run a team for them. Most of the men and women had only ever heard about the powers the Ranger suits possessed. Archived footage had been the closest any of them had come to seeing the powers demonstrated in person. The Ranger suits were seemingly magical - their technology was still leaps ahead of the modern world, and the source of their power still remained a mystery.

It was probably quite a scene, though there was no one from outside the organization there to see it. Nearly two dozen men and women, standing on a half destroyed dance floor while excitedly whispering to each other like school children.

The Captain and her assistant had separated from the main group. Arkadian had been debating who would be on her strike team since the very second the man had mentioned them. She could not believe her luck. Pushed back to the drawing board just the evening before in her plan to gain a Power Morpher, now they were being offered right up! It took her absolutely no time at all to decide that she personally would be leading her own team.

The excitement in the air was put on pause and then increased dramatically by Mr. Trestle.

"Everyone, calm down!" The man was pressing a gloved hand to his ear, obviously receiving some sort of information through his ear piece. His personal security detail was doing the same. A second later, the information was broadcast over the GuardCorps main communication channel.

Blaring loudly from the communication devices on the belts of those working the scene, the message followed Riley's words as he spoke them aloud. The sound came out very similar to a dramatic, robotic echo.

"There has been a security breach at the Super Max Prison Facility. All security officials, code C or above, are to report to the closest base for immediate debriefing."

The chatter in the room completely died as the group considered the news and what the next move was. Arkadian wondered if she should be the first to ask how this would change the mission they had just been discussing, but the thought was cut off.

"You heard the alert! Everyone get to a transport and get back to base!" Mr. Trestle motioned towards the people gathered, turning towards Captain Arkadian as the they began to follow his orders.

"Captain! Come with me."