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There's that mention of the Dark One again. Sol wanted to ask again about that, he really did, feeling his knowledge concerning it was woefully equipped. But for now, it probably wasn't important, and he did ask about Team Star...

"Guess he may have had the Starmobile that we used against the Ziton," Sol commented, the best guess he could think of as he started perusing the SNAG himself. With little information beyond a name, there was nothing to go on. Eri made sense to not be on there for now; her actions were definitely not her own at the academy. "Ninja boy... Atticus?" He'd find little information for him too, aside from the confrontation in Clavell's office and Tristen's mega evolution. And that he had been taken to the Nurse's Office after the mushrooms were discovered on others, just in case. "Apparently the reports do say he was taken to the Nurse's Office after everything... safe to say he might be in the same camp as Eri, but I'd agree to keep him on the board until we're certain."

"...wait, didn't she return to the academy quietly? I remember a few remarks from Cera about the squads she went to." Sol asked after a moment, seeing Mela's photo tacked onto the board. He'd quickly check for his new query, getting a faster answer as Reno spoke up and mentioned the Zoroark hybrids. He'd wait for him to finish his stream of consciousness before speaking further, one thought immediately coming to mind now that he knew escapes had happened. "Right. Either both hybrids aren't very good at illusions or their allegiance was never with him. Or something else."

A sudden trip back to Paldea hadn't exactly been on his itenary, but he was in much too deep now. Time to see where the Raboot hole goes, even if Aile might yell at them over a broken promise. "Let's go, we can't afford to leave this one alone. We'll worry about a souvenir on the way back," he said as he took Reno's hand. "The boards should be fine too, unless you think GRAY and STAK might knock anything over?"

A few days have passed, and Deo was missing home, family, and of course, his Grandma. His Grandma was a known baker in Sinnoh. He remembered this, as through the fur and muscle was a warmed heart now that he remembered his dear Grandma. He figured that he could make a glass of lemonade. As he got up and stretched his long arms and legs, he then slowly went to the door of his room (avoiding the smaller roommate) and made his way down the steps and to the kitchen, where it was empty. Making a glass of fresh lemonade reminded him of the love and care of the family long lost. Pouring it into a glass, and taking some electro-poffins.

Ding Dong

This confused Deo, how did the HQ have a doorbell, and who was at the door? Getting up, he had a pokeball at the ready. Opening the HQ door to find….

A Elderly Dragonite, with a bunch of boxes of baked sweets, cakes, poffins, and candies.

“Who…. How….” Deo stammered, as the dragonite lowered and gave Deo a letter. Which he opened and gave Deo to read

“Howdy!
I found out you were still alive when I spotted you on the cruise ship at the buffet. Who else would order 5 trays of food and still be hungry! I found the HQ of Snagem thanks to fellow pokemon in the area. I also found out you were a forced hybrid. It is ok dear, I love you just the same, but also, I made sure that I would tell nobody about the base. So for that, I am giving you a lifetime worth of your favorite cakes and treats. I love you always dearly.
Grandma”

This made Deo sob and by the time he looked up, The Dragonite had already taken all the boxes in and put them neatly on the table. As he waved bye, the Dragonite lifted off and gently flew away. So Deo, still teary-eyed, went and grabbed his all time beloved cake. Sinnoh Vanilla with Chocolate swirl.

Pushing himself out of the kitchen on a wheelie chair, Reno would look quizzically over to the metallic hybrid that had suddenly appeared in the midst of the research center. Taking a deep sip of the milkshake he had just finished putting together, Reno would take the straw out of his mouth before responding. "Figuring out what's likely a Pokemon that might exist or emerge from Area Zero on the one board. The others are a few different things related to Mister Mushroom and the whole Paldea stuff. Do you want us to explain or do you think that the boards were made clear enough that they explain themselves?" Looking past at the boards, the thought of where Sol went for the moment would cross his mind before giving the mental equivalent of a shrug. They had called for a break to do their own stuff for a time, if Sol took a minute to arrive because he was busy, it wasn't a big deal.

Reno would scratch his chin for a moment before answering. "Managed to determine some new stuff. Notably, that Team Star obtained the chi converters from shipments that came from Cipher's surplus, most of the instruction they were receiving was indirect and came through a duo who was best clocked as the subordinates to some of the team leaders, hashed out at least a few likely faces that are aligned with Mister Mushroom, and....am basically still at the same spot for figuring out what Pokemon that fungi-fueled weirdo has." Taking a deep sip of his milkshake, Reno would ponder a second before adding, "I'm leaning more towards the Bug ones after seeing a few things from Giacomo's mind, but I still gotta keep the Exeggutor there since I haven't seen anything to deny it being one of the Pokemon."

Deo was still tearful, but aware as he dug into his favored cake. “Ah Darts, Grandmother found us and we are on her ‘Cakes for life’ list. Don’t worry, she won’t tell anyone where we are. Also, this is a new dough ball confection I haven’t heard of”

He struggled to try to say it

“Mal-la-sa-da? Whatever those are.”

He saw Crystal and a gut feeling knew, the poo hit the fan. He just nodded as she went by and sorted out the edibles for the people from the pokemon.

All the while, he went from teary eyed to ecstatic slowly but steadily.

Oh no, not the stapler. Darts would have whined if he thought it was going to do any good, but he knew better. Probably needed to be closed up anyhow, though he could already feel himself healing. "You've upgraded doc, what, are your embroidery skills out of practice?" He chuckles, still letting Doc fuss over him as he presses the activation button on the machine.

DING DING DINGA DING

"I wonder if they have a patent on that, you wouldn't happen to have someone in the medical field who knows would you?" Each Pokeball one by one gets scooped out of the machine and carefully placed in a pocket of his jacket, until he comes to the Master Ball. It clicks open, releasing Ogerpon out into the HQ for the first time in a burst of light.

"Pyon?" She chirps, from behind her Teal Mask, observing the room. Where are we? And... "Pon pon?" What was that... sound? She looks herself over, seeming surprised that she didn't have any injuries after their intense clash in the forest.

Oh, right. Darts hadn't thought about that. Very likely it was her first time getting healed while in a Pokeball. "Sorry Ogerpon, Pokemon in Pokeballs get fixed up like that all the time." He explains. "Doc, as far as concussions go..." He says, switching mid conversation. "Do we even know if I can get concussed?"

Machamp would come back in the middle of this, holding the staple gun. Ogerpon let out a deep yowl from the back of its throat, producing a Vine Cudgel in one hand, wielding it like a sword as the muscled Pokemon got near both it and Darts, the Teal Mask's gems flashing angrily. "Pon po pon!" Be wary, Just Darts, this one reminds me of Okidogi!

“Its either 30 seconds with the stapler, or 15 minutes under the needle.” Doc said. “I assure you I can do either or. And after your last encounter with Ein’s work that was S22, I can at the very least conclude, yes, you can become concussed. I don’t imagine it would be easy by conventional means, but that wasn’t a conventional hybrid either.” The Noctowl hybrid said to Darts. Doc would stare in confusion as Darts just let loose the Ogrepon upon the med room floor, out of intrigue more so than anything. Machamp would come into the med lab, accompanied by the likes of Litten, carrying a strap which covered its back, which had various pouches on it, more notably, carrying the medical stapler, the heavy duty staples, and various other small medical supplies like gauze and scissors to cut them. Machamp would stare at the Ogerpon in confusion as it took on a threatening pose against the fighting Pokémon.

“Easy, Machamp. That is not an ordinary Pokémon I am imagining…and I am guessing there’s a story to how you came to this sort of Pokémon.” Doc said to his Orderly. “Sit down.” He told the Giratina hybrid. Litten hopped up on a chair, then on a nearby table, getting ready to hand over the items for the doctor.

Doc looked at the legendary Pokémon again, once again to make sure that his senses wasn’t giving him any sort of grief but there was a great deal of pressure coming from the likes of this Pokémon. “I’d believe it.” He said to Darts, reaching over towards Litten and pulled the stapler out of one of Litten’s pouches, followed by a clear sterile case, which when he popped it open, held staples that looked rather thick for what they were. He’d break the line of staples in half and shoved them into his staple gun. “With your accelerated healing, I’d imagine these can come out by the end of the week. This is to hopefully make sure that it heals right in the meantime with as little scarring as possible.” He said, adjusting his glasses a little then adjusting Darts’s head to where he can get at the large gash the Ogerpon promptly left on his head. “Though I am left to wonder just what this one did to warrant this kind of treatment. Ready yourself…” he said, putting the staple gun to Darts’s head, a loud click-snap could be heard immediately there after.