He knelt at the rusty hanger door, cloak brushing against the mud. He pressed his ear ever so gently against the metal, listening for signs of movement within the warehouse. The sky was bright yellow and fading into a mustardy hue, and as large shadows developed across the area, he disappeared along the dark side of the structure.
But suddenly he was all too visible. A blinding light swept across the perimeter and he was knocked off his feet. A deafening explosion shook the ground as the wall of the warehouse blew outward with incredible force. He covered his head with his arms, protecting himself from the fireball that followed, laced with plasma-colored cords of lightning. As the ranger felt the heat across his back, fire burning through his cloak, he was suddenly shocked into a contorted, rigid position. A stray lighting cord had shot through his spine and caused him to convulse further and further into the dirt.
The ranger, still in searing pain, turned and looked through the mass of smoke as it sifted through the large blasted facade. There were several clanks in succession, footsteps of something large and hulking, something menacing and ruthless. The smoke cleared, and the largest battle suit the ranger had ever seen stepped through the rubble, bright white eyes glowing in the now black evening.
A wave of realization came over him. "The Dark Mechanic..."
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