Who:Chris Kent and Jack Landors What: Training time. When:Sunday Night Where:Hyperion roof Another day in the past. Stuck in 2008. Jack honestly didn't know what to do with himself, he should get some sort of job he supposed. Since it wasn't like living at a ranger academy. Being Space Patrol Delta to make a living. He missed home, and so as result he was sitting on the ledge of the roof while staring down at the city in thought. The wind was cool and crisp, he was dressed in black pants and a red shirt labeled S.P.D. in black lettering. His dreads were tied back in a pony tail and he leaned back to stare up at the star filled sky. The Hyperion was slowly becoming more and more like home, but that still didn't mean he didn't think of home.
He wondered if they even noticed he was gone, after they defeated the Evil Emperor Grunmm he'd quit S.P.D. He quit and left without a word to do what he really missed and loved. Helping the helpless. Handing out food and clothing to the poor. He saw his friends on an almost daily basis, and now he had no one. Chris was the first boy his own age he'd even attempted to talk to and get to know since he arrived, he considered him a friend. So when the joker Zod started threatening, over protective Jack came out of hiding. Over protective red leader, he always was and always would be a ranger no matter where he found himself or rather when. Once a ranger, always a ranger.
He'd been pretty quiet since the posting on the boards, just thinking. Being nervous about teaching, and now wasn't any better. The hour he waited seemed to last an eternity knowing that freak was out there looking for slaves and Chris.