Rappa

This body had been difficult to acquire but as per the usual work the IPC it wasn't a matter of if but when. To think that this colorful and vibrant young woman was actually a ninja for the Galaxy Rangers, Rappa.

Your fingers flexed experimentally, the black diamond-patterned mesh of the gloves stretching as you curled them into fists. The unfamiliar weight of Rappa's body pressed against you—the sway of her ponytail, the snug fit of the harness straps biting slightly into your thighs as you shifted your stance. A breath hitched in your stolen lungs, tasting the faint chemical tang of the silver canister clipped to your belt.

You took a step forward, muscles coiled with predatory precision, and the boots—her boots—clicked against the pavement with deliberate intent. The red jacket flared as you spun, testing the limits of this stolen agility.

A grin curled Rappa's stolen lips as you threw a sharp jab into the empty air—muscles snapping taut with startling precision. The power coiled in these limbs was intoxicating; you could feel the phantom memory of combat etched into every tendon, the way her body anticipated movement before thought fully formed.

Your left hand flicked outward on instinct, fingers splaying—and there, tucked against the glove's mesh, a glint of metal. A shuriken? No, the edge was too thick. A lockpick. Clever girl. You exhaled through Rappa's nose, the scent of her cherry-blossom shampoo faint beneath the adrenaline.

As you took a step forward you felt a the canister on your waist. A playful smile formed on your lips as you decided to get into character. You took the canister and gave it a nice shake before throwing it into the air and then catching it.

As you did a familar tune started to play through your mind, a rap your host wrote.

Yo, yo

Under starry skies, evil low 'n' high

Helpless folk in the dark fightin' for their lives

Silent ninja arts written down in red tears

Noble ninja hearts in the night joined here

Words broken down, ninjutsu shines loud

Brutal villains' only way, take 'em all out

Stormy tides crashin' forth, all evil slain

Come the dawn, shining sparks lightin' up again

Yo yo, Dazzling Ninja, AKA Rappa, nice to meet ya.

It was a word for word repeat from memory. You had gotten into her character well enough.