<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f8/4a/d1/f84ad12d3a3421cbfc86e1474384db7d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Warren Klyne<br/><strong>Ranger:</strong> Series Red<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Ranger H.Q.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><strong>Other:</strong> Applying field first aid until better supplies are found</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Warren despite all this craziness going on, was still a soldier, and he could <em>see</em> how Vance was looking at Corvo. It caused the weary fighter to look at the man in the space suit once again, and something was <em>off</em>. He couldn't place it, but his gut told him to be wary. And trusting his gut all these years was how he'd survived and continued to fight against the forces of evil threatening the big blue marble he and billions of people had once called home. <br/><br/>That number was a lot smaller now, but no way in Hell he'd ever stop fighting. When it was his turn, Vance telling him he that not everyone got a second chance triggered something in him. It wasn't anger, though like most people would take it. He was too tired, too done with this shit to be angry at Vance not realizing he'd done <em>nothing</em> but try his hardest to fight for Earth since he was able with what he had, like that wasn't enough. Instead, it was elation. A deep chuckle rumbled out from his diaphragm as the pure realization of what was going on hit him. <br/><br/>"You're right. Not many soldiers on the back foot in a losing war for years get the chance to make a <em>real</em> difference outta nowhere. Even my powers aren't enough to stop Thrax and his forces...not more than a small group at a time anyway. This...this changes <em>everything</em>," he said with a grin. As soon as the Morpher was in his hand, he eagerly slid it onto his right arm past his wrist, but not without an amount of reverence for what he was undertaking. <br/><br/>He was about to become a <strong>Power Ranger!!</strong> His excitement turned to worry when he realized he was smelling copper. A lot of it. And he would never forget the overpowering stench of fresh blood. He turned to the other soldier in their midst and looked on as she revealed her wound. It was a nasty one, no doubt recently acquired in a vicious fight. But she was alive, so that was a plus. Walking over to her, he kneeled down, ignoring her personal space as soldier to soldier, he didn't care about what she felt at the moment.<br/><br/> He cared about keeping her alive. He couldn't help laughing when she joked about bikini season being over for her. "Oh please...everybody loves a sexy scar," he said as he gave her a playful wink to take her mind off the pain even if only temporarily. But damn, girl. A lesser man or woman woulda passed out and went into shock from trauma and blood loss by now." <br/><br/>It was obvious she was self-sufficient, but even the best doctor in the world couldn't operate on himself with a severed hand. She was in no shape to be administering basic first-aid. Gently, he reached out to grab her supplies, then looked up into her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll get you patched up until we find better supplies and a better solution. Can't have our new Green Ranger dyin' before our first group photo, now can we?" He smiled, and began to expertly re-apply and tighten the bandages and gauze to keep her injury from spilling all her blood onto the floor.     <br/></span>