Another Christmas had come and gone. Destiny City was, once again, on the verge of a new year - 2019 sat right around the corner, and Proustite was still just a Captain in Metallia's dark army. His last encounter with the Corrupt Stillwaterite brought to light a degree of bitterness that he hadn't known he felt. Resentment coursed through his veins like a poison; curing him of his laziness, recognizing submission was the only way to the top, ambition twisting inside of him, mixing with something dark.
It wasn't anger.
It was resolve.
He wanted to be a boss, and had decided that he would become one. He would have underlings to do his bidding, and to lick his wounds, and to love him.
He was ready to become a General, and determined to seize the post, if Metallia could not see fit to give it to him herself. And after that, if he felt like it,
King, and he would return the corrupt senshi to their rightful places.
As slaves.
But first, he needed allies. And so it was just shortly after Christmas that Jack invited his childhood best friends out to one of their favourite parks, and gave them beers. They sat reminiscing about the good old days. BJ talked a lot about his young son. And then - when both of the men were suitably pacified, Jack flickered into Proustite and plunged his hands into their chests.
He tried to corrupt them, and because he was only a Captain, they became youma; their howls of pain and betrayal carrying into the night as BJ took the shape of a dingo with a protruding ribcage and Walter "Ducky" Davies turned into a coyote with three sets of eyes.
