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Knowing that those troops could leave at any second, Doggie thought it best to strike while the iron was hot and make this an entire solo mission. He couldn't risk standing back and hoping that B-Squad Power Rangers would get there in time. This was an S.P.D. emergency.

Whipping out his Patrol Morpher, he activated it and was immediately bathed in a brilliant display of light, covering his entire body. He ripped off his current attire in one fell swoop and instantly felt his Shadow Ranger jumpsuit materialize on his body. A cool confidence flowed through him as the light disappeared, replacing the uncertainty bubbling up inside him before. He felt ready and powerful, able to take on whatever was thrown his way. He was the Shadow Ranger, and he'd have his revenge.

As soon as his mind recentred on the mission at hand he sprung into action... and just about tumbled face-first to the ground below. That wasn't exactly the most graceful start he'd ever had... Ugh, he practically winded himself doing that. What was the issue - did he suddenly have shoelaces that he'd tripped over or something? Maybe he was just too overzealous in his actions and missed a rock in his path. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to let it--

Hey wait, why could he see the area so clearly? Huh, for some reason his jumpsuit materialized without his helmet. That struck him as particularly strange given that he'd done this exact transformation multiple times in the past and never had this occur. It really boggled his mind as to why this happened _now_of all times. Regardless, he had a job to do, and he intended to do his absolute best at completing it.

He vigourously pushed himself to his feet... only to nearly tumble back in the other direction. Alright, was he actually okay? Maybe it was the area he'd found himself in affecting him in ways he didn't realize could happen, which might make some sense as to why Benaag's grunts set up shop in the valley. But then couldn't be right - he'd have been notified that something like that was going on in the basin and that he should take extra precaution, and the fact that nothing like that occurred led him to believe that something else was at fault. But what?

It didn't take any time after that to discover the true culprit of his unexpected clumsiness. To his absolute horror, a simple look down provided the most baffling sight of his entire life - his body had become bloated with dense musculature. How did this happen?! He knew for a fact he wasn't like this mere moments ago, that he was certain of, so how did he gain all this now? His physiology was a subject he'd studied a to a fair extent back on his home planet, so he understood this wasn't a thing Sirians like him could naturally do, and he wagered that he'd have discovered that the Earth had properties to blow his body up like a muscular balloon when he first stepped foot here.

The only thing that made sense to him was morphing into the Shadow Ranger - it had to be! What other possible explanation was there for spontaneous bulking? It wasn't as if he could absorb the matter around him to enhance his physique; humans would've taken advantage of that discovery ages ago and built entire civilizations around it, he was sure of it.

And yet it really seemed like that was what happened to Doggie, who preoccupied himself by poking a swollen pectoral with a finger, amazed that the sensation of the muscle flexing from the touch was something he actually felt. That was him, alright.

So what caused him to undergo this mysterious transformation then? His Patrol Morpher looked the same as it ever did on the outside, but what about under the hood? Was it possible that someone had intentionally messed with the guts of his device? He couldn't think of who would want to do that to him, but the thought intrigued.

Or maybe - just maybe - his device actually malfunctioned. Yes, that sounded far more plausible than anything else. No one would willing want to tamper with the equipment he used, right? It had to be because the Morpher had taken beating after beating from his various encounters with all the numerous foes he'd fought, tumbling around in his pocket and feeling the brunt of every impact with solid ground. Truthfully, he should've gotten it checked out at some point, which he would do as soon as he got back to S.P.D. Headquarters.

Alright, well, he'd grown bigger than he previously was. Fine; he could get used to that. Should he chance taking on Benaag's grunts while he was here? There didn't seem to be anything else happening to him, so perhaps that was the best course of action. Heh, it might even give him the upper hand should a fight occur! Yeah, he'd take down that entire squad in no time flat.