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Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Security detail for archaeologists had led Rebecca to parts of the world she thought she'd never see. Most of it was standing around looking scary, but between the pay and opportunities to learn about history, it was more than worth wearing kevlar and waving a gun around every now and then.

But aliens? That was something she was still having a little trouble believing, even with the artifacts in front of her. The expedition to Alaska hadn't been one of her assignments. Seeing where they came from might have made it all feel a little more "real." As it was, the rocks and their script were all she really got to see. Weird to think that the biggest discovery in human history felt so hard to accept. Ancient kings, lost cities, things like that? Sure. Just part of the job. But something from beyond Earth, from however many millions of miles away? It all felt a little crazy.

How long ago had these things landed? What were they sent here for, if it wasn't just a coincidence of astronomical proportion? Dozens of questions raced through her mind as she stared at the stones, her arms crossed. Maybe if she'd been brought up in a more scientifically-trusting environment, she wouldn't have quite as much trouble processing all this. "Space rocks," Rebecca thought. "Shame they didn't find whoever made the things too. Would save us some -"

Her musing ceased immediately as the multicolored glow lit up the stones. Her immediate reaction was to step back and put a hand atop the pistol at her waist. "These things supposed to glow like this?" She asked, getting her answer when every piece of electronics started to fry themselves. Widening her stance as the room shook, she immediately turned to Takuya, his wellbeing her top priority.

The server went beyond fried, and the smoke billowing out of it was plainly visible in the glow the stones emitted. Sprinting forward, Rebecca dove into Takuya and wrapped her arms around him, twisting around on the way down to put her back between him and the server. Landing on her side, her uniform's vest helped to block the rain of plastic shrapnel and half-melted electronics. "Professor! You all good?" she asked, pushing herself up just a little to get her weight off him. Her gaze returned to the still-shining crystals, eyes meeting the pink one.

"This better not turn into alien Chernobyl," Rebecca thought with a small grunt, slowly standing and helping Takuya to his feet.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

<sub>28 - Pink Ranger - Security Officer - 5'10" - Amber Heard



Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has come</sub>

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Character Description

Personality

Rebecca can come across as a hardass. When it comes to her job, she has a very no-nonsense approach tempered by training. Professionalism and getting things done right are her second-highest priorities, right after making sure the people she's hired to keep safe stay that way. This has the consequence of making her a bit controlling. Especially on the job, she expects orders she gives to be followed. Rebecca can be harsh on mistakes. Not enough to consider someone a complete failure for botching an order, of course, but when other people's safety is on the line she gives little wiggle room for messing up. She expects nothing less than the best from people she works with, and as a result has gotten quite picky about teammates on especially intense contracts. At her best, she has an air of earned authority and undeniable skill. At her worst, she can be domineering and a bit pompous.

When things are less life-or-death, she can lighten up significantly. Still bossy at times, but less likely to simply take over something another person is doing if they aren't operating at 110%. Rebecca's not much of a jokester, but can appreciate a touch of banter with the squad. Even then though, she comes across as distant in her emotions. Compartmentalizing things to the max and being taught to mask anxieties from a young age made her extraordinarily self-sufficient. She can handle her emotions and control them well, pushing away things like fear and hesitation to get things done and deal with the emotional fallout later. At times she feels a bit detached due to it, but in the end, it helps her get things done that need to be done. In times of tough decisions, she can be counted on to make the right choice, even if it's the hardest one.

Backstory

Born and raised in rural Northern California, Rebecca's family was one of hard-line "traditional values" and patriotism. Unsurprisingly, the Briggs family was one of multigenerational military service, expected of every one of their direct relatives. Even before she was old enough to drive, Rebecca had been trained in the use and maintenance of guns - sort of an early start to what her father was convinced would be her career. While she enjoyed the hunting trips and going to the range at the time, she now regards that part of her life with uneasy regret.

When she was old enough to start feeling the pressure to enlist from her relatives, she rejected their expectations. She had no interest in killing people for America, a notion that seemed to deeply offend her family. After going through about a couple years of ostracizing from her household, she made the move north to Angel Grove. While she refused to join the military or any PMCs, she found that the skills she learned from her family's grooming gave her an advantage in the security field.

Rebecca joined a company that provided protection to museums and archaeologists, particularly during field expeditions into dangerous territory. During her career, she was further trained in search-and-rescue and disaster relief.

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Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Rebecca Briggs || Pink Ranger?

<sub>28 - Pink Ranger - Security Officer - 5'10" - Amber Heard



Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has come</sub>

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Character Description

Personality

Rebecca can come across as a hardass. When it comes to her job, she has a very no-nonsense approach tempered by training. Professionalism and getting things done right are her second-highest priorities, right after making sure the people she's hired to keep safe stay that way. This has the consequence of making her a bit controlling. Especially on the job, she expects orders she gives to be followed. Rebecca can be harsh on mistakes. Not enough to consider someone a complete failure for botching an order, of course, but when other people's safety is on the line she gives little wiggle room for messing up. She expects nothing less than the best from people she works with, and as a result has gotten quite picky about teammates on especially intense contracts. At her best, she has an air of earned authority and undeniable skill. At her worst, she can be domineering and a bit pompous.

When things are less life-or-death, she can lighten up significantly. Still bossy at times, but less likely to simply take over something another person is doing if they aren't operating at 110%. Rebecca's not much of a jokester, but can appreciate a touch of banter with the squad. Even then though, she comes across as distant in her emotions. Compartmentalizing things to the max and being taught to mask anxieties from a young age made her extraordinarily self-sufficient. She can handle her emotions and control them well, pushing away things like fear and hesitation to get things done and deal with the emotional fallout later. At times she feels a bit detached due to it, but in the end, it helps her get things done that need to be done. In times of tough decisions, she can be counted on to make the right choice, even if it's the hardest one.

Backstory

Born and raised in rural Northern California, Rebecca's family was one of hard-line "traditional values" and patriotism. Unsurprisingly, the Briggs family was one of multigenerational military service, expected of every one of their direct relatives. Even before she was old enough to drive, Rebecca had been trained in the use and maintenance of guns - sort of an early start to what her father was convinced would be her career. While she enjoyed the hunting trips and going to the range at the time, she now regards that part of her life with uneasy regret.

When she was old enough to start feeling the pressure to enlist from her relatives, she rejected their expectations. She had no interest in killing people for America, a notion that seemed to deeply offend her family. After going through about a couple years of ostracizing from her household, she made the move north to Angel Grove. While she refused to join the military or any PMCs, she found that the skills she learned from her family's grooming gave her an advantage in the security field.

Rebecca joined a company that provided protection to museums and archaeologists, particularly during field expeditions into dangerous territory. During her career, she was further trained in search-and-rescue and disaster relief.

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Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

fuck, i'm so sorry for your loss. take all the time ya need, and don't hesitate to reach out for some support. you're not alone.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

bless, thank you T_T

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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An old, abandoned mineshaft? Yeah, that sounded safe. A billion things could go wrong there. Without anyone else knowing where they were, if the entrance happened to collapse or if one of them fell down some old vertical tunnel, there would be nothing they could do. Hell, if some toxic gases had collected there, they may not have even realized they were fucked before they all started dropping.

So yeah, of course she was in.

"Ey, fuck it, right? If it helps ya get some answers, I'm in," Gabi answered with a quick thumbs up. "What's the worst that could happen if we gear up first, yeah?" She looked at Jess, supporting the notion to be prepared before diving right in. Gabi wasn't one to exactly turn down a potentially stupid situation, but she wasn't so shortsighted as to run right into a deathtrap without a bit of security first. Even if it was just a rope to mark the path they took and find the exit, that was better than nothing.

She quickly nabbed her bike from the rack outside the library as well, stowing the shitty lock in a pocket for now. She walked it over to where Will and Abbie were chatting. "Sooo...Either of ya ever been in a cave before? Gonna be new to me," She idly asked.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

deeply sorry for my lack of activity, mental health has been tanked as of late. getting a post up today

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

i may yet live another day

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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"Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept.

So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff.

But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful.

She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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