Name: Clementine Mayweather
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Race: Human
Age: 24
Ethnicity: South American - African American mix
Gender: Female
Appearance:Clothing:

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History:Talents:Hindrances: Equipment: Morpher (Yellow Ranger), glasses.

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Quotes:Theme Song:
Aspiration: Clementine wants an end to conflict and a return of individual passion, including her own.

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Color Designation: Yellow
Primary Weapon:Energy Shield:Blaster Design:Powers:Zords:

Jonah stood behind a lone tree with his binoculars set to night-vision, the darkness only lightened by the stray strands of the moon.. He had set up his sting in a small park for kids, surrounded by small shrubbery and a few trees all of which was going to be demolished soon. Across from him stood the construction zone where they were working on a 20 floor parking garage. As if the world needed more places for Galatec to park their fancy vehicles.

He was there because there had been a report of beasts getting loose from the science division, a few Githkin test subjects had broken out of the lab and ran off into the city with a few people commenting on seeing them in the park at night. No one was advised to stay indoors because Galatec didn't want panic to ruin their precious balance which meant the people of the city were being left high and dry. Instead, curfew was moved up to 9:00 pm, lucky there weren't any encounters in that short amount of time. But now, night had fallen and anyone not in doors was a target which didn't seem to matter as there had been no sign of any people for awhile.

Jonah wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about that.

In this part of town there was always someone trying to get one over on you, he remembered hearing gun shots from his window from time to time, now he doesn't hear anything, no crimes, no muggings just the silence of night.

“Every thing's so peaceful now.” He thought to himself as he watched the area. It was nights like these where he was the most conflicted. He was about to stop a few monsters that could kill a lot of people but he wasn't sure if the city has ever been safer than it is now. Nights like these could happen every day, a few Githkin escaping every night and it might not even make a dent in Earth's war torn history. This was one of the main reasons he couldn't except the other ranger's idea of a righteous victory, he couldn't say that Galatec wasn't a benefit to earth as a whole. He certainly got higher in this society than his background would have allowed him to before, there wasn't much prejudice or pollution or war. Just work and while that might be boring he couldn't say that weren't plenty of people who should only have that option in life.

*rustle*

His gaze instantly went to a bush on the opposite side of his hiding place. His hand went for his morpher but he didn't move, he wouldn't till he confirmed his target. As he watched, two figures popped out of the bush, they looked around warily before fulling stepping out into the moonlight, revealing their small frames.

Children, two of them, they walked around as if trying to find something. The first was about twelve while the other was at least 13.

Jonah didn't move from his post but instead used his binoculars to scan them closer. He noticed that they weren't frightened, instead being rather resolved. Judging by their hooded attire, they must have planned to be outside tonight. Hooded children out scouting the night sky with an emotion in their eyes, they must be part of the .5% meaning..

They were rebel scouts.

“Great, just what I needed.” Jonah scoffed to himself, obviously not thrilled with the idea of having to deal with another rebel problem. Those guys really need to start leaving things to the professionals. Not that he was any more of a professional than they were but he definitely had more combat training. Luckily they didn't spot him as he hid in the shadows, to bad a very aggressive group of something had the duo in their sights.

The rogue Githkins, five of them. The creatures moved toward the children and they screamed. The scout duo clearly hadn't had access to the same reports that his team had. The younger child ducked behind the eldest but still held some form of courage as the creatures drew nearer. The first Githkin raised it's hand to strike but the blow was offset by a timely thrown stone that knocked it's hand off course. The beast quickly turned to identify the attacker only to be met with a larger stone striking it in the face, in fact they were all being pelted with stones, most at their legs and ankles but a number of them aimed at their eyes and face.

The children were initially scared but then became rather perplexed when they saw their would-be attackers being pelted. They stood there curious before a glimpse of a figure in the shadows ushering them to escape had them nodding and running back into the bushes, leaving as fast as they had come.

“Perfect.” Jonah thought within the shadows. “They didn't see my face and I managed to sit some of those idiots in the eye.” He quickly scanned them over, three of the five still looked like they had a decent control of their faculties. “Even blind, that's still too many for my liking, I'll have to fight them on my terms if I wanna win.”

And then he remembered the construction yard.

“That's it.” He dashed out of the foliage to close the distance between him and the Githkin, Shocked at first, one made a fierce swing he ducked and rolled under before popping up to his feet in between the two blinded by stones. He deflected a left hook with an open palm before his leg whipped up to kick both eye damaged Githkin's in the chest, leg swinging back and forth between the two of them.

"As I thought." The attack merely stunned them and soon the others were on him as well, swinging violently as he back flipped away and skidded to a stop. “That's right, your enemy's right here,” He cockily saluted before running into the parking garage shadows with the Githkin's hot on his trail. “Alright,” He swiped his hand over his wrist and his morpher flashed




Jonah breathed heavily as his ranger form shattered out of existence. He had been lucky, the obstacles in the unfinished parking garage gave him ample back up for his strategy. Had he been left in the open, the tide could have very well changed to their favor but what could have been wasn't really important now. By hook or by crook he was still alive and the kids were still alive, that was all that mattered now.

He sighed to himself, heart still racing from the exertion. He waited for a moment to steady himself before he retrieved the item he had been hiding in the back of his pants. A flare gun, simple but elegant in its design. He pointed the weapon up at the sky and fired. The flare flew high into the sky before exploding like a fire work.

“That'll get Galatec's attention.” He noted. Now notified in as proper a way as possible, the corporation could retrieve their lost and unstable experiments. Jonah wasn't totally pleased with the idea of assisting someone he had designated as his enemy but he couldn't carry them out on his own and Galatec had better facilities for the alien soldiers albeit slave ready more than anything else. “I guess that means the mission's over.”

“Time to head back to base.”

Name: Oliver Johnson
Nickname/Alias: Ollie
Race: Human
Age: 16
Ethnicity: Mostly English, but also a lot of Irish.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ollie is 5'10" with black hair, bluish-green eyes, and a very perky smile. His jaw is very rugged and his face always seems to look happy no matter what. He is somewhat thin but has more muscle in his arms then the average person his age.
Clothing: Typically wears a white undershirt, a dark-green hoodie, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes.



Personality: Ollie cares deeply for all those around him. Despite hating Galatec he actually feels as though some don't believe in the way they do things. He wants to help any who is need of help believing it is the best way to change things. He has low self-confidence and feels as though he isn't making much of a difference. When left alone to long he gets in his own head and constantly doubt himself.

He doesn't just help people because they need it. He helps people because it also makes him happier. He is very outgoing but is very oblivious to many things and extremely gullible. He is very loyal to those who gain his trust and will never betray them even if they have hurt him.
Likes: He really enjoys staring at the horizon hoping that one day the world will change back to normal. He loves to make others laugh and if he thinks others are feeling down will try to come up with a way to make them feel better. He just likes times when life seems to slow down and he can just stare into the sky and imagine flying through the air.
Dislikes: He hates it when people tries to hurt others. Whenever he sees anyone in pain or upset he just can't bare it.
Of course he despises Galatec like the other good guys.
Fears: Not making a difference. Being completely alone.
Quirks: Is constantly zoning out.



History: Ollie grew up pretty much in the slums. His mother had no job and his father fought as a MMA fighter for small promotions. His parents were scared that because of them his life wouldn't account for much. However, he showed great skill with practically every instrument he picked up The only one he had trouble with was the harmonica which his dad was fairly decent at playing. His parents started to think he might be able to pull himself out of the garbage that he was born in. It was unfortunate though that Galatec chose the day that Ollie was to play in front of a brilliant pianist to take full control of New Earth.

During the time that Galatec had initially arrived Ollie's father just didn't trust them. He had been use to being cheated and scammed that he felt something was off. Due to this none of the three partook in any of the products given by Galatec, barely making it. When Galatec initiated the takeover it proved just how horribly right Ollie's father had been. The only things Ollie cared about were his parents and instruments. Galatec deemed instruments to be to fulfilling and filled with the ability to increase free will, so they took them all. To a six year old it made no sense, but he kept quiet because his parents asked him to. His father and mother made sure to protect him and his father gave him his own harmonica, which he had kept hidden and told him to practice in secret.

Over the next few years, the small family barely squeaked by without drawing suspicion. Ollie's father secretly training him at night to fight via boxing and kickboxing hoping that the day would come that they could do something. However, an unfortunate thing occurred. Ollie's mother had died whilst working in the mines. This caused Ollie's father to become enraged. He foolishly went to the mines and tried to attack the Githkin, but to no avail.He was brutally beaten and then killed. The Githkin were sent to hunt down Ollie and do the same, but when they got a hold of him they almost instantly received new orders to move him to the Red Rocks mining colony where he has been worked harshly ever since.
Talents: Before Galatec arrived he was considered a musical prodigy, yet hasn't had the ability to practice in years. He is also quite skilled in boxing and kickboxing due to secret training from his father. He is also extremely optimistic and will almost always be seen with a smile on his face.
Hindrances: He is not very good socially. He often sticks his foot in his mouth due to never really thinking about what he says before it comes out of his mouth. He is also pretty clumsy when he isn't focused. Pretty much the only time he is focused is when it is a very serious situation or he is playing an instrument of some sort. When he messes things up it tends to heavily derail him and his issues tend to get much worse often making more clumsy mistakes and makes a mess of everything.
Equipment: His morpher. A harmonica his father gave him that he has kept hidden.



Quotes: "Sorry, sorry, sorry"/"It's time for some Ollie magic."
Theme Song: I am honestly very bad at figuring out theme songs.
Aspiration: To just simply be acknowledged and have the feeling of worth.



Color Designation: Green
Primary Weapon: MMA gloves that when touched together can create an electric shock. Can be used either for electrifying an enemy or possibly as a defibrillator.
Energy Shield: Ollie's shield is kite formatted and runs along his arm. At the front end the shield is very sharp. Ollie however will rarely use his shield unless he is using his blaster.
Blaster Design: Ollie's blaster is sleek but thick. At the end of the barrel two energy shafts oscillate around the center barrel. The handle has an extension that runs along his arm to make his aim more stable an does not have a sight.
Powers: As the Green Ranger Ollie has the power to bend light in a way to create mirages of himself and potentially others. Using this ability he can easily trick the bad guys getting them to follow nothing but light.
Zords: None at the moment.

Name: Carol Wellington
Nickname/Alias: Regional Manager, Ms. Wellington
Race: Human
Age: 34
Ethnicity: Asian
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at five feet, eight inches, Carol's frame is slender for her size. With light-brown skin, coffee-colored almond shaped eyes, and black hair she usually ties into a short pony tail. Her rounded face is full and healthy. Her eyebrows are like arched triangles, her right eyebrow having a slight gap in it. Her nose is flat, and her mouth defaults to an almost imperceptible smile.
Clothing: Ms. Wellington often wears a navy-blue three piece suit, with the most under-part of the suit being off-white. She wears pormal pump-shoes of raven black, a pair of practical square reading glasses, and a two diamond earings rest in her ear-lobes.



Personality: Ms. Wellington eminates an aura of self-confidence. She's in control of herself, knows her limits, and is a real charmer. But, she's also a skilled tactician and ruthless business manager, and her employees respect her. At least, with a little help of corporate brain washing, they do. Ms. Wellington is arrogant, devious, and overwhelmingly stubborn in her actions. For Galatec, she will do anything, and perhaps not for her loyalty, but to prove she can.
To her, the people of New Earth are just mindless sheep, and she was so very dissapointed when they put up absolutely no fight and essentially gave her full control of the planet for free. She relishes in victory, but enjoys it much more when her targets struggle and squirm for a small while. But she always has to be on the winning side, the enemy's struggles cannot result in their advantage. If this event occurs, she will grow...impatient, to say the least.
Likes: Ms. Wellington loves being in control, trickin and decieving her enemies, excercising her power over those below her, and the color blue. She's also loves Old Earth domesticated dogs, and would like to have one but hasn't found the time.
Dislikes: Surprises of any kind. That annoying .5% of rebels who simply won't go away, wasting time on petty things (except dogs), and insuboordination.
Fears: Having everything she has worked so hard for being taken from her.
Quirks: Looks down at her paper and begins to write down thoughts if she is thinking about a tough decision.



History: Carol Wellington was a prodigy to say the least. The signs of this began very early in her life, with her learning to play advanced songs on the piano at the age of six. She was quickly placed several grades ahead of her class in the most expensive private schools that she got into for free. Her parents pushed her to become the best she could be, to not let her natural talent go to waste, and were willing to use their extensive funds to carry her through education. Carol wholeheartedley agreed. As soon as she became 18, she moved into a place of her own. She then completed the entirety of her education and employers from all around the galaxy asked her, bribed her, begged her to join their companies.
Carol soon began to appreciate the feeling of someone wanting to have her do something so much they would beg her to do it. She allowed a particular company to hire her, one who's name doesn't matter now. She began as a low level employee, but was quickly promoted. But, it soon started to not be enough for the young Carol. She desired more. And so, she decieved her first target, the CEO of the company. Using her skills she acquired some distasteful information about the CEO, and blackmailed her way into rising up the ranks and eventually became the CEO herself.
But this wasn't it. CEO of some random company? No, this wouldn't do. Laying off hundreds of employees she sold the company and went to another one. Her wealth grew. A corporate mastermind, she founded her own and quickly defeated and absorbed her rivals. Interplanetary trade-routs came under her control, large amounts of territory under he command. Wellington Enterprises was growing quckly. Acquiring important manufacturing districts, raising taxes on trade at strategic moments, the stock market on several continents on several planets under her thumb, Carol still wasn't satisfied. She had reached the limit of monopolizing entities by business alone. But what else was there?
She recieved a call from her parents. They hadn't seen her in such a long time. Her dealings had caused them to go bankrupt because of her anti-small business policies. Could she spare money? They could live the rest of their lives on just a small donation from her. That's when Carol realized just how truly powerful she had become. The ability to ruin, or carry, lives with the signing of a paper. With a hungry smile she did not answer the request and had a few people evicted just for fun. But, no, this was just the beginning.
Galatec. She heard the name before, but they were very good at their job. She hadn't realized it, but they had control of several planets. Military forces, hostile takeovers...they were the corporate machine that could really use her. Provide her with some real fun. She applied, they accepted, and she was transported to a place known as New Earth. Her mission? Claim New Earth has Galatec's domain. They knew what she could do, and she didn't live up to her potential, they would simply deny her and probably take over her company. But she proved them right. New Earth was easy pickings for her skills. Regional Manager was hers, and she willfully submitted Wellington Enterprises to Galatec. Regional Manager of a whole planet, and a military of Githkins at her command. This was too good to be true. She was one of, if not the youngest Regional Manager in Galatec history.
They would show her no mercy, they wouldn't treat her with any pity, and she gladly accepted the challenge. For one day soon, she would be head of Galatec. Oh, she would make such a wonderful inter-planetary dictator, wouldn't she?

Talents: Ms. Wellington has an incredibly sharp-tongue, and has a way of persuading people into doing what she wants. Due to her advanced education, she has also invented quite a few weapons for her personal arsenal.
Hindrances: Physically, she is healthy, but not strong or fast, or even very co-ordinated.
Powers: No inherent special powers.
Equipment: She invented and got her engineers to build her an expensive "Power Glove". An exoskeleton hand she mounts on her right arm, the palm of it containing a glowing orange circle. Kept in her office, it fires a Hard Light projectile the size of a common bullet. However, when it connects, it creates a powerful magnet. She can throw what she hits with her Power Glove's shot with tremendous force. It has limited power, though, and something may be too heavy or provide to much resistance for it to use it's full power. It is still a very deadly weapon.
She also has a powerful hand-cannon on her person.


Quotes: "Oh, please."
"Make it happen."
Theme Song: None
Aspiration: To become CEO of Galatec.
---(A hypothetical interview for a General)---
"Tell me, what do you think happens if you fail?" Ms. Wellington stood from her desk and approached the man meeting her for an appointment. She sat down on the corner of the table, one leg dangling off. She maintained eye contact. The man was silent.
"Well?" She inquired again.
"I don't know, ma'am," He managed.
"Mr. Radford, I think you are aware of the consequences, but wish not to talk about them. But it's okay, I understand. Death is often a hard topic to discuss for those with weak spirits like yourself,"
Mr. Radford jumped. "Ma'am? I don't think-"
Carol interrupted. "Ah, see, there it is. Offended? About to speak your mind to a woman who could have you killed on the spot?"
Mr. Radford, went silent, but nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Radford, you do know the consequences of failure. But I believe that you are skilled enough to do as I ask. After all, I cannot run this place on my own." She smiled. Mr. Radford was not comforted.
She went to her feet and walked with swagger behind Mr. Radford, placing her well-manicured right hand on his left shoulder. She stared out the window with im at the rising mega-structures of New Earth.
"Can't you see it? Isn't it beautiful? All of this, under my control. And you, Mr. Radford, get your very own piece of the pie," Her voice became sing-song as she finished her sentence.
"All you have to do..." She finished her complete circle of her desk and sat back down in her lavish office chair. She slid an electronic pad of information towards him, beckoning for his signature.
"...Is find me those Rangers." Her smile faded. She swivelled her chair around and gazed upon her empire.
"Make it happen, Mr. Radford. It is of the utmost importance."