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They thought they had beaten me? As usual, their scope was too small. Sure, on one world, in one timeline, they had, but I am so much more. Everything will fall to me. No rag tag group of ‘heroes’ will be able to stand in my way this time. Every world, everything will become what it was always meant to be. Nothing.

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It was, what would come to be known, as the last day of the war for independence. Everyone knew it. The leaders of the planets left in the coalition were meeting with UPRC reps at that very moment. The fall of the Coalition was a long time coming, starting when Mynard Norris pulled his considerable resources out and sided with the Rickies. But our pilot still had to patrol, and as their mind drifted, and their mech too, the loudest noise they had ever heard ripped through their cockpit as a shell tore the steel and composites of the armor to shreds, and as loud as the hit had been, the crushing silence of space that replaced it as their cockpit vented was louder. Panicking, instinct took over. Co-pilot was down. Mech was on back up. Life support was toast. On instinct their hand moved, breaking the glass to signal for help. As the com channels opened, the pilot was greeted with the loudest noise yet. Static.

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The battlefield is still. The dust finally settling and as it clears we see the pink ranger. She is on her knees, the broken form of the silver ranger, her wife, in her arms. Her helmet is off, blood trickling down her face. The wet, weak sounds of the silver ranger can be heard as the pink ranger glances at the locket and the picture of them and their daughter.Heavy footsteps fall behind her as the sharp dressed man who would soon come to be known as Dr. Contemplation approached. The pink rangers expression shifted from grief to to that of steeled resolve. Coughing, the pink ranger, Karen, spoke. “I want to make a deal.”

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An explosion. A heavy hit and the wounds of shattering glass. The silver ranger hits the ground hard, her visor cracked, one panicked eye looking forward. She’s looking, not at the horror coming toward her, but to a locket, splayed open in the dirt. She crawls forward, desperately reaching for the for the open locket that shows us her and the pink ranger in their civilian life, holding a small child. Just as her finger tip touch the sterling edge of it, a foot comes down hard on her wrist, the sharp dressed man it belongs to smirking down at her.

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The smoke clears, the destruction of the battle coming into hazy view. Slowly rising from the rubble, the pink and silver rangers stand, battered but not broken. As the faceless horde of their enemy slowly shuffle through the smoke, Sliver takes Pink’s hand, giving it a small squeeze before the duo dive once more into battle.

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Thank you so much for sticking with us through so much. We love you all. Here are the questions that were sent to us and get ready for season 2!

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Hello. First off, I would like to thank the press for coming today. I know they are familiar with me, but for those of you at home who do not, I am Adrian Mallick. Yes, that Adrian Mallick. The one you’ve heard about in the news. The one who’s head of the new Ki-Rin collective. Ten years ago, the city suffered the worst blow it had ever taken. Shortly before that, I took the worst one I had known. When my father was killed in his home by some random thugs, I didn’t think my life could be worse. The, almost a year later, I looked to the sky to see other planes seeping into our own. The same ones that hang in the sky now. While we made have made peace with that, opening embassies to the Feywild,the shadowfell, hell even the Nine Hells, that does not change the fear we felt that day. On the day my father died, and on the day our reality almost ended, I prayed to the gods as many did. We heard no answers. It is not that they had abandoned us, but were too afraid to act. Our gods were to afraid. We thought them protectors, but we know them now to be liabilities. You may have read about my work, Project Yellow King. How I am reaching too far, that I want the power of a god. I want to say that I do not want to be a god. I want to build a god. One who will protect us without fail. One who is loyal to us and not their own petty whims. One who can keep us from feeling as afraid as we all did ten years ago.