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"That depends on how fast we could get our system back up. If we can get our system back up. Dammit, we some sort of outside information." Pinching the bridge of her nose, she grumbled and shook her head. "Thank you, though. I'll go asking around. Poggle, let's get you back into your ball." Recalling the arm Nincada, she'd look to Odd real quick as she turned to leave. "Something else that was said in mine is... concerning. And they asked you about Citadark. Got it. Thank you, Odd." She would leave the group then and look around for the others, popping her head into the kitchen first, as she still knew at least Darts and Blizz should have been in there.

"Hey, guys," she'd start, popping her head around the doorframe first before bringing her full body into view. "Random question, do you guys know anything about some scientist named Lovrina? And in general, what were you guys asked about in your interrogations? Anything weird?" Yes, she was probably being blunt and obvious, but she at least wasn't asking about information S.W.I.P.E. didn't already know.

Bubbles gave a soft noise of relief when Ulla healed her, having received a slight burn that Amber hadn't known about. As she recalled the Greninja after the healing, she could see something going on with Ulla, but before she could ask what was wrong, Keiko, Odd, and their kids walked into the kitchen, and Amber had to give a sigh of relief at seeing them. "Keiko, Odd, how are the two of you doing?" she asked. It had been a while since she'd seen either of them for longer than a few minutes. Aile's answer to her query about Jubilife had her pausing; she'd assumed they'd been called in for that incident. "Were they really so thick they thought they could deal with that on their own?" she asked. "Shadows are dangerous enough without morons trying to muscle in and try to do our jobs for us."

Aile's next few comments were a little worrying, and finding that Odd wasn't cooperative didn't really surprise Amber. The Ghost Channeler didn't seem like someone who would put anyone in danger that he cared about. "You'd think they would already have known how I was hybridized," she said. "I haven't exactly made that a secret, but I don't usually talk about it unless asked, either."



Lu didn't dodge this time, letting the attack hit her. It was better than the first two attempts, but if Clare wanted a more precise attack, then more work was needed. Hmm, perhaps getting Spectra to attack a specific object might work. Utilizing an attack of her own, Lu used Rock Tomb, allowing the rocks to fall away from anyone else still in the room. Once that was done, she used Force Palm to chip a small amount of the rocks away. Turning to Spectra, she indicated the rocks. "Try using Acid Spray on these rocks," she said. "I'd like you try and focus the attack in the area I've struck to break one of them" If this worked, it would give Spectra something to focus on that she could actually break, instead of just firing her attacks at Lu.

Ulla nodded to Keiko. "Xerneas warned me about this...coming from a land of peace. I can feel emotions way too much." She said as she ran her hand through her hair. She looked at Yuna, the innocence of a mere child. And the for sure love she has felt all this time. She knows that is real and true. There is no doubt about that. "But. Being with my family made the noises go silent." She smiled as she looked at Keiko concerned. "How is Papa? How are you? Do you need any medical aid Mama?"

Keiko smiled as Ulla explained one of the side-effects of being in the Fairy Realm as long as she had. "I guess you have that in common with your Papa now, huh?" she pointed out before letting Ulla finish. 'I"m fine, thank you. Terashi did a good job of patching me up before this all happened," she explained, remembering how Looker was also concerned for her health. She wasn't about to correct the man that held the lives of her friends and family in the balance, though.

Odd watched as Keiko and Ulla exchanged a few words, giving them the moment as he thought things over while Aile went to talk to Blizzard and Darts. 'You know, the thing that gets me the most is how they act about us while they have Kess on their payroll." He finally announced. "They're convinced she's reformed despite her being part of Ein's entourage and that we're a collective of hardened criminals with crimes worse than anything Kess ever did. That's all I got out of my exchange with them."

Oh, that was… bad. It wasn’t their being sanctioned that was being in question, it was all of the loose ends despite it. Bigger fish wanted Snagem off the table, probably out of fear for if the group looked into whatever they had going on he’d think bitterly. That, or some older loose end was trying get revenge by playing the system. Tsuki supposed it didn’t matter yet, until he brought it up with Reno or Sub all he could do was scrap together whatever information he could. Keep them talking, keep them asking, and don’t go out of your way to clarify things unless they asked. Whatever followup questions they did offer up would give him a better idea of what they wanted.

“Ah, the Stone Society. That’s a name I haven’t heard in a loooooooooong time. Well- what are you looking for? Those people were brainwashed by some alien in the broken shards of the meteorite that the comet left, but we beat them and stopped the thing from doing that to more people. I believe it was some Cipher goons that pulled the thing outta orbit.” Tsuki explained, trying to leave threads for the detective to pull without giving away too much. Even if he didn’t remember everything in great detail, it had been years and he was a little kid when that went down, he could stillcrecall enough.

“And this is my normal life, Looker. Save that offer for Keiko and Ter or Lykas and Odd.” He said back towards the man. They all still had babies to take care of and a chance at normalcy for them that Tsuki knew he was never going to get back anyway. Even if he wasn’t charged with anything and sent away, where would he go? To the aunt and uncle that resented him? The grandfather that blamed him? “The only thing you could offer me anyway is the location of any remaining Cipher agents.”

Freth had been sitting in the STR the entire time, and noted the fewer people that were in here. It was nerve-wracking. No one had made a move this entire time which was upsetting. No daring escape, no last stand, no nothing. It left her to question if they were all that cornered. And there was no telling what was happening to everyone else. It did leave her to wonder, now that she thought about it, what of the Snagems that weren’t around for the moment. The few straggling Snagems that weren’t in that volcanic cavern or here when it got raided, like Aden or Tristen.

She’d then perk up when she herself got harkened to the door by Agent WHITE. She sighed, then looked towards the mirror for a second. Eris, there where Freth sat in the reflection as far as what she could see, only could see her was making a resigned shrug, looking towards WHITE herself. She’d then look towards Doc Owl, then Sub, then everyone else who remained in the room, then finally stood up to make her way for the door. She was lead off away from the STR and off towards Sub’s office. Only briefly seeing as she passed the kitchen where I had been sitting for this past while now. I couldn’t help but to sigh myself, having to bite my tongue and bide my time, trying oh so hard not to do anything stupid, trusting that she would be okay.

She’d find herself eventually in Sub’s office, also noting how this place was stripped down to its barebones, made for a makeshift interrogation room. She’d sit down, in the chair and crossed her arms, taking note to Kess, Essentia, Looker, and WHITE who had apparently taken post by the door. No one that she was able to fight.

“They wasted no effort, that was for certain. The headquarters is only a shell that it once was.” Eris stated to Freth.

“No kidding.” Freth replied back. “Hopefully I can try to figure out what got these people after us, if Blizzard hadn’t done so already.”

“Well, if the look on him was any indicator, he almost looked as forlorn as when I nearly killed him in Galar. He is not having a good day.”

The mental conversation would cut out with each other when Looker spoke up to them. Freth tilted her head in confusion when Looker asked her about why she was the Galarian variant that she was now and it left her to wonder just how much could she let on about it? Weirder still…

“Wait, a sixth sense for Ultra Space signatures? I’d believe it if he was anything like Crystal or Nocturne…though maybe…I don’t believe WHITE can, but I do believe that Type:Null could have done it.”

“The what?”

“Type:Null, that Pokémon the big guy has. They’re supposed to be Ultra Beast killers. Emphasis on ‘supposed to be’. They weren’t that good at their jobs. Then again, I suppose when you model something that was inspired by Arceus itself and expected to even have a fraction of that power, the heck do you suppose was supposed to happen.” Eris exasperatingly said.

“So, what do I do with this? Just tell this guy? Even when you think about it, you trying to take me over with sheer psychic power alone and converting me like that is a little surreal.” Freth said.

“Try to tell him enough. We got to see what he knows.” Eris said.

After that mere blink of a second the conversation between Freth and Eris transpired, Freth would reply to Looker. “Blizzard was attacked by someone from Ultra Space during the Galar Tournament a while back ago. Nearly killed him. It was a Galarian Articuno hybrid. I ended up saving him at the last second. Provided how much Galar didn’t scrub the tapes on that, you probably know full well about that. The story didn’t end there, apparently. Shortly after killing Blizzard’s attacker, probably in…maybe…a month? After that incident? Ended up with a massive headache, unusual fevers, at first. Ended up in our med lab for a couple of nights. Started cramping and then apparently a sudden transformation happened that nearly killed Doc Owl and Blizzard again with psychic power. Came to that next afternoon seeing what happened. We’re assuming that attacker did something…like make me into a proverbial psychic time bomb to try to kill Blizzard as a last gasp at him.”

“Psychic…time bomb?” Eris asked, rather deadpan.

“The hell else would you call it? And besides? It was in fact a last gasp at you taking him out at the time. What, tell them that you’re roaming around in my head still?”

“Fair enough.”

“We’ve guessed that Ultra Space things was involved, mostly of stuff that happened after the fact. Like the Ultra Beast that ended up showing up that we had to deal with literally at our front door.” Freth then said.