The SPD command center pulsed with energy, screens flashing as updates poured in from Newtech City. Technicians moved quickly at their consoles, but all eyes turned toward the tactical table at the room’s center. The Rangers stood ready, waiting for direction. Sky Tate, arms folded and posture rigid, studied the holo-map with sharp focus. His blue uniform was immaculate, his expression all business.

“Sector Delta,” he began, his voice firm and precise. “Patrol drones spotted a Krybot unit securing the warehouse district. They’re not just patrolling—they’re guarding something. That means it’s important, and it’s our job to stop them.” Bridge tilted his head thoughtfully, eyes fixed on the glowing red markers. “The energy there feels… wobbly. Not just regular bad-guy vibes—like it’s folding in on itself.” Sky gave him a look, half skeptical, half thoughtful. “Bridge, everything feels strange to you.” A beat passed, then his tone softened. “But I’m not ignoring it. We’ll prepare for anything.”

Z smirked from where she leaned against the console. “So what’s the grand plan this time, Captain Rulebook? Straight line, no improvising?” Sky ignored the jab, laying out the mission with military crispness. “Syd, secure the perimeter and keep civilians clear. Z, take the flank—cut off their escape. Bridge, you’re with me on the front line. Once the Krybots are neutralized, we secure their target.” Syd lifted an eyebrow. “That’s awfully detailed for just a few foot soldiers.” Sky’s eyes hardened. “Every mission matters. Sloppy mistakes get people hurt—and I won’t allow that.”

The team exchanged glances. Sky’s strictness could be frustrating, but they all knew why he carried himself that way. His discipline wasn’t arrogance—it was duty, the weight of his father’s legacy, and a fierce drive to protect both his team and the city. The intercom chimed, and Commander Cruger’s deep voice filled the room. “Rangers, time is slipping away. The Krybots advance even now. Are you prepared?” Sky immediately snapped to attention. “Yes, sir. The team’s ready for deployment.” Cruger’s hologram appeared briefly, his stern gaze sweeping over them. “Remember—discipline and teamwork. Krybots are predictable, but Gruumm never wastes resources. Trust in each other, and you’ll prevail.” The hologram faded.

Sky turned back to his teammates. His tone softened, just for them. “I couldn’t ask for a better squad. Suit up—Newtech City is counting on us.” Z smirked, brushing her hair back. “Finally. Let’s go knock some Krybots around.” Bridge smiled faintly. “I’ve got… well, pretty good vibes this time. Mostly.” Syd gave a nod, her expression firm. “Let’s make it clean.” Sky raised his morpher, his voice sharp and commanding. “SPD Emergency!” Light surged around them as their suits materialized, morphing grids locking into place. In seconds, they stood ready—armor gleaming, visors glowing with resolve. Sky’s blue suit shone at the lead. He drew his blade, his voice steady through the comms. “Delta Squad—move out!”

The command center doors slid open, and the Rangers charged forward as one, their boots pounding in rhythm. Sky led the way, his discipline unshaken, his focus absolute. Outside, Krybots were tearing through the city—but with Sky at the front, SPD would not falter.