<div class="floatleft">(http://pre13.deviantart.net/eac6/th/pre/f/2016/174/a/6/white_ranger__by_carlosdattoliart-da6du3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Wilkes<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>White Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Track field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rangers<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>"Things are exploding now!"</strong>Ben shouted.<strong>"Are we trying to save the world or just competing with these monsters to see who can blow it up faster?"</strong><br/><br/>"You know about omelettes and eggs, Doc, just relax. Although our friend there could be a bit more judicious about his firepower." the Mobicyte inside Ben's head agreed. "Don't worry about that, just leave him to it. Things would be a lot worse if we failed to stop these things by showing restraint."<br/><strong><br/>"All right, but it's hard to get a clear shot with all this smoke and movement."</strong>Ben complained, trying to draw a bead on any nearby target and failing to fire before they managed to get to some form of cover.<br/><br/>"Fair point. Let's get you to a better vantage point." the Mobicyte activated something in Ben's armor, from the back of his shoulders. Ben felt a strong pulse and a jet of heat and wind. Suddenly he was airborne.<br/><br/><strong>"A jetpack?!"</strong>he couldn't contain an excited giggle.<br/><br/>"Well, the team medic needs to have maximum mobility and a big fat ambulance ain't gonna do that. Plus being in the air means you're less vulnerable to getting hit, so that helps keep you safe. Now quit geeking out and shoot!" his Mobicyte forced Ben's hand onto the bow string and relinquished control, letting Ben take over.<br/><br/>From twenty feet up in the air, hovering in place, Ben was able to see targets he couldn't before, and while the distance was slightly greater, they were less able to watch for him while simultaneously watching out for his friends now that they were in two different tiers, and became sitting ducks. He also noticed more details on his friends.<strong>"So what's with this color stuff? Like, the black one and the gray one? Is there some kind of connection between them and my white armor? Like do we combine our powers because black and white make gray when you mix them together?"</strong>he asked after felling a tenth impostor human.<br/><br/>"Well, it's not color-dependent, but yeah, you combine powers with the rest of the team, but it's a whole group thing, not a half-and-half. Why, you want to do a little mixing with that chick in the black armor?" the Mobicyte teased him.<br/><br/>Ben didn't answer right away. "Oh, wow, I didn't actually think...well hey, Doc, keep it in your pants! You can ask her out after we've won this fight." the Mobicyte laughed.<br/><br/><strong>"Very funny. I barely met her!"</strong>Ben grumbled.<br/><br/>"Well, keep an eye on her, maybe she'll let you get a little action if you help her out of a jam." the Mobicyte snickered, then went quiet to let Ben concentrate. Ben wasn't an aggressive person so getting him to really participate in the fighting would take little jabs like that to get him motivated.