"What?"

Ice, Cedar, Seafoam, and Admiral were looking over notes with Sven, Wendy, Luana, Crawford, Dijon and Crepe when the Chairperson told them of a new member.

"His name is Midnight. He will be sent down to Oblivia." Admiral paused.

"To the one Top Ranger that hates everything except her Pichu?" Crepe chuckled at that as Wendy spoke.

"That's good. Cold, but good." Sven lightly hit her as the Chairperson sighed.

"Yes. But Parchment needs to learn to work with others. Not only that, but Midnight needs to prove himself anyways." Seafoam paused.

"Wait, really?" The Chairperson nodded to Luana, who brought up something on the screen. It showed Midnight, struggling to keep up with even the Summerland Rangers. He tripped over nothing and slammed into a tree as he groaned. The younger members winced as Sven sighed.

"Poor thing's been fighting to stay on his feet. I tried a mission with him once. He was almost dying beside me and we had barely started." The smaller boy took a noticeable amount of time to get to his feet before Elita called out to him. He slowly clawed the tree and crawled onto his feet before running after the others. The Chairperson sighed.

"The Professor has talked to him. He fought the conversation when he was asked if he would rather be an Operator or Mechanic. His exact words were 'I became a Ranger to fight against my condition. I can't do it behind a desk.' Thus why he's still out on the field. I love his energy, but he needs help." Luana switched the screen to Sven's mission with the smaller boy. It showed Midnight leaning heavily against a tree while Sven ran to his side from where they were presumably going. Midnight looked exhausted, but he still waved off Sven's offer to carry him. Seafoam hummed.

"So we want to send him down to Parchment?" Crawford chuckled.

"Not alone, obviously. The letter we would get would be disastrous."

"Actually, we have a group." Luana replaced the video with some pictures. "Midnight will lead, followed by Ranger Leanne with her family, Unit Jack and Officer Crepe." Watching the officer grab his mouth to not spit out his drink said it all. He took a few seconds before yelping.

"What?!" They giggled. "Woah woah woah! Why am I going!? Wouldn't someone like Admiral be better?"

"I've escaped that hell hole, thank you." He stared at the Chairperson as she smiled.

"Crepe, you are more than capable of doing this."

"That's not my problem. Why is an Officer like me going? I could be doing paperwork and-"

"Crepe." He fell silent as the Chairperson sighed. "I know. It's been a while since you've done field work." He didn't move as the others glanced at him with a look of surprise. His eyes went wide for some reason. "But you are the only person who can go down there and assist them without interfering with the operation in a bad way. Understood?" He took a second before speaking.

"Yeah... I'll go get my non-field-ready bag and get ready to go do non-field things." Whatever the Chairperson was thinking was not able to be voiced as he left before anyone could respond. Admiral finally spoke.

"When was Crepe in the field?" The Chairperson sighed.

"Not important. Let's get ready to brief the other members of Operation Oblivia."

~~~

Leanne was easily able to understand the mission. Her son, Nick, and husband, Rand, were excited to be in new territory.

Jack took his time to understand, but his partner, Malov, understood and cheered him on.

Midnight was lost.

"I'm getting transferred where?"

Seafoam chuckled at the smaller boy's reaction. He was struggling to do some pushups, his arms shaking violently while Joel was trying to steady him.

"Oblivia. That's far south."

"Why?" Admiral sighed.

"Why don't you go ask the Chairperson? She is already waiting for you." Midnight gulped as he got up from the ground, silently thanking the base leader.

"Alright... I'll start heading over..."

~~~

The group met up with the Chairperson to get the details. Midnight was practically asleep in Crepe's arms as the Chairperson spoke.

"Alright. Now that you're all here, let's discuss."