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Post by Miranda Wells on May 28, 2014 1:12:01 GMT
Something went horribly, horribly wrong.
Infamous intergalactic criminal "Agent" Abrella had attacked the Chronos Institute and Time Preservation Department headquarters, The "Blue Box".
He and twelve other "Chronal Renegades" hijacked an experiment ship and used it to travel back through time.
A group of seven highly trained TPD specialists, known collectively as the Timerangers, took the only other ship and went in pursuit.
It was there, in the timestream, that something.. happened..
An intense blue flare from the first ship engulfed the second.
The thirteen Renegades and six Timerangers are then separated throughout time...
[London England, 1941]
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 28, 2014 2:09:44 GMT
Malcolm woke up face down in the dirt. He slowly picked himself up of the ground, cussing as he did. He was in an unknown alleyway God knows where, in the middle of the night. He took a moment to regain his composure before standing up. As he did he used his eyes to try and ascertain the time period he was in. The air was soon pierced by a sound he didn't immediately recognize. His eyes have there readout, and much to his horror he remembered what the sound was.
1941. London, England, UK
"Shit" Malcolm said, closing his readout.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 28, 2014 4:59:31 GMT
A dirty little boy quickly came across the man.
"Hey mister!" he shouted, "You better get inside or you're going to be in big trouble!"
The little boy had been quite tempted to pickpocket the man when he laying down in the mud. Some drunkard no doubt. Drunkard, orphan, soldier, wealthy tycoon - they were all in the same boat that night..
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 28, 2014 11:34:54 GMT
"Where's the closest shelter?" Malcolm asked quickly. He knew that most people had their own, by there had to be public ones somewhere. Right?
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 28, 2014 17:16:27 GMT
"No time to bring you to my place. I'll take you to Allaway's pub down the block. But we better hurry, the planes could come over us any second.."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 28, 2014 21:46:22 GMT
"Lead the way" Malcolm said, knowing shouldn't mess with the timestream, but he had no options.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 0:23:14 GMT
The boy nodded before dashing off down the alleyway, he stopped momentarily to let Malcolm catch up.
"Say mister, i'm assuming by your accent you're a Scot? Ol' man Allaway will be glad to see ya' then. He loves meeting his fellow countrymen."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 1:13:33 GMT
"Why yes I am" Malcolm said as he caught up, not missing a beat. "Edinburgh born and bred!"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 1:19:09 GMT
The boy opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of something over head made him freeze up completely.
It wasn't long before the bombs began to drop and fire erupted all around them.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 1:25:13 GMT
Malcolm looked up and saw the jets above. "Go go go!"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 1:27:56 GMT
The boy was in a slight shock, but eventually nodded and went on.
He's lived through many hellish nights just like this, but you never get used to it. Every night it's different, every night it's a new fresh Hell just waiting to tear this once great city apart.
"Allaway's is not too far!" he shouted at Daniels, "We can make it!"
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 1:35:00 GMT
Malcolm pumped his legs, resisting the urge to transform. If wouldn't take much, but it would be to risky. This kid had been through so much, and it hurt him to know that the kid was growing up like this. 4 years, he reminded himself.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 1:40:32 GMT
A sign reading "Alloway's Pub" was in clear sight. It looked heavily fortified for a place of business.
There was no other person in sight as the young boy rushed across the street..
..Just as a bomb descended right towards him.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 2:25:49 GMT
James heard the job and his brain went into autopilot. He pushed the child out of the way, yelling "FIRE!" into his morpher. The TimeFire suit recreated itself once more, quickly grabbing his DV Defender and shooting the bomb out of the sky.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 18:34:20 GMT
The child came out of it relatevily unscathed except for a few bruises after being pushed down and some mud hear and there.
The child's eyes widened when he saw Malcolm tranform, "What..what are you?"
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