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Reno didn't need the callout for teleporter scramblers running inside the place. His initial visit and the headache it had given him told him the things were there and he wasn't ever going to assume they were off. Its why he hadn't offered to simply teleport everyone back and forth himself vs the jet. He couldn't judge the precise range for the things and it would've been just his luck to do the first trip and end up stranded. But as Sub brought up his idea, a smile crossed Reno's face. "Oh trust me, it'll work. The only thing that could stop that sort of relay would just be walls of pure Ebonite." Watching as Aile released her Nincada, he would immediately latch on telepathically as the little bug began to burrow his way into the base. As the little bug's mind began to slowly drift away, Reno would focus on what exactly the best approach to getting everyone in would be. A mass teleport would only leave one potential moment for everyone to notice the energy, but it would a large pulse and a lot of people in a single area with little opportunity to respond. Multiple small pules from smaller teleporters would give more chances to identify its happening but it would give everyone their own chances to figure out what was going on and where they might be able to take cover.

Getting a sense from Poggle that he was in position, Reno would release his Reuniclus and Alakazam before giving a small nod. "Alright, Aleister. Ally Switch with this little guy and we'll do everything we can from this end." Watching as a small pop of Psychic energy awarded them with a Nincada now replacing the Reuniclus, he would look over towards Kaiden. "Alright, we are going to be doing this in a few shifts because I'd rather we have some prepared people on the other end instead of a mass of us all at once arriving confused in a place we shouldn't be. So who wants first?"

Whoever would bite first would be pointed towards the Alakazam as the Pokemon set to work using the Reuniclus and Reno as focal points for teleporting in and out of the area in Realgam Tower. Once it was down to only Reno and the last group, he would replace the Alakazam and personally teleport them all to where his Reuniclus was. He was going to be leaving his Alakazam behind as a focal point for their escape. A decision he was hoping wouldn't end up being too debilitating for what he could do.

In one of the groups would be Leslie, still looking around and attempting to assess what exactly she might be able to find or do. Right now, not much. Not exactly a ton of bludgeoning or other less subtle work at the moment.

Deo walked out to where the group was, and realized this will be a difficult challenge. Sub was debating what to do, so Deo took the time to ponder on how to get through. He knew it wasn't hard to bypass the security, if they had better means to do so. Keeping his ears up, open for danger and open for anything that could harm the crew. Specifically when they would keep in touch. They probably knew SNAGEM was here, and Deo would be the instrument of destruction, mostly cause there wasn't another choice.

'I don't think I am ready for what could happen to happen. I don't want to lose my friends, but I am doing the right thing...maybe?' Deo thought 'I just hope I can undo if I cause my friends to hate me for working for SWIPE'

None of the trio were quite sure what to make of the area they'd landed. It looked like a desert as far as the eye could see. None of them had been to Orre before, so this was an entirely new experience for them. Amber heard Wren's question about Clare, but she clenched her jaw as she remembered what had happened. Looker would pay for what he'd done, she would make sure of that. Right now, however, they had other issues to worry about, namely finding whatever evidence they could to clear their names. As they were listening to everyone try to figure out what to do, Brian spoke up.

"We don't need everyone going up the tower to find evidence," he said. "Too many of us will draw unwanted attention. I'll stay behind with the jet." Amber and Rachel exchanged a glance, and Rachel gave a nod. "I'll stay behind, as well," she said. That just left Amber to go with the rest of the team, and the Froslass hybrid found herself grateful for what her friends were doing. This meant she could get as far from that flying metal deathtrap as possible, or rather, she could be the one to go into the tower with the team. Brian knew of her fear of heights, and when she looked back at him, she saw him open his mouth, and for some reason, she just knew she wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "When we're able to move about freely again, ye're getting a Flying-type, Amber," he said. Yep, she didn't like what he was going to say. Choosing to ignore that comment for the time being, she turned and looked at Sub, waiting for him to tell them when to move.

Keiko didn't bend down to hug Ulla, but did she did use a free hand to draw the child closer to her, to acknowledge her concerns. At the moment, Keiko just wanted her family back together again. She didn't want to think about what SWIPE were doing with (or worse, to) her daughters. All she knew was that this was the only avenue she had to fixing everything.

"I'll go in the tower with Ulla," Keiko declared, not entirely sure what was going on. She was too lost in thought. But she did still want to thelp.

Darts waves the Snagem off as everyone was working on hatching some kind of teleportation in lieu of stealth sneaking up as a big group. "I'd love to say we're going to be able to climb this thing, but we'd have to round to the opposite side without anyone seeing us.... and that's before we assume Ein didn't put any death traps on the outside of this thing to kill intruders. Or even just pesky Flying-types, he seems the sort to just blend those things up without concern for human life."



"No," The Giratina hybrid answers with a shake of his crest negative. "I managed to talk to some of the scientists and researchers here, but I never actually got in the tower again proper. The outside is unassailable and like I just mentioned, I didn't want to try climbing the thing and end up right in the jaws of Ein's buzzsaw death Pidgey killing contraption or you might be wiping me off the side of this thing. This is Ein we're talking about after all."



There would be no splitting of the party just yet, as there was no way the Nincada was going to be able to pierce the fortified walls of the monolith now towering over the top of them. However, the combination of Sub's ingenuity, Reno's expertise in Psychic abilities, and Aile's Pokemon did give them the ability to bypass having to try and sneak through the camp proper. One flash of teleportation at a time, the Snagems that had decided to make their way into the tower would appear in the 'No Man's Land' between the tower's entrance and the enormous research camp itself, so far unseen by the guards a little bit off that were watching the checkpoint on the other side of the concrete and barbed wire. After all, outside of threats coming in from the tower, they had little reason to be too on guard as any sort of big Teleport would surely be picked up by their more sensitive Pokemon and going into Realgam solo was essentially a suicide mission. Unless, of course, those Teleports were done in small batches.

Darts is nearer the rear of the pack with Ogerpon still seated on his shoulders, trying to keep a low profile for both of them as they hug the concrete wall nearest the guards. The innocuous sliding door at the front of the first pod looked like the gates of Hell itself to the Giratina hybrid, as he flashed back to the last time they had been here. They had bypassed whatever Ein had done to the entryway by flying the S.S. Anne II on a similarly-fated voyage as it's predecessor directly into the main dome proper. Awaiting them now was the entrance to the first Dome, the series of moving platforms that twisted in front of them almost like a living thing itself before reaching the base of Realgam Fortress proper and its inner keep. Ogerpon, unburdened by such history in a similar fashion to Monique felt the whole layout of this place a bit odd, even by the standards of architecture she had come to see in the last year.

There had clearly been additions while Ein had been in charge, and anyone with the senses to tell would be able to feel the Ebonite running through the ore on every fastening of the tunnels and the tower itself was a massive Ebonite-shrouded monolith, which was why, teleportation scramblers or no, there was going to be no way to easily breach the tower from the outside without riding the ride so to speak.

But first things first... the guards near the checkpoint were going to need to be appropriately... occupied if they were going to manage to make it in without breaking their-

"Well. You lot were never the ones to take the easy way in." A smug-sounding, pleased female voice comes from inside the first dome. Someone emerges from the shadows of the inner pod, her long blonde hair glittering as the Orre sun touches her, illuminating her face fully.

She was dressed head to toe in black with a v-neck coat the standout of the entire ensemble, the fur accents on her collar and wrists an odd touch given the sweltering heat of the desert, but it didn't seem to even phase her slightly as her slate-colored gray eyes look the assembled group up and down in turn, piercing to the heart of each one. A pendant in the shape of a tear drop dangles from a woven string around her neck, swaying back and forth in time with her movements.

The black-clad figure ambles towards the group casually, as if they were old friends and not trespassers in the middle of a government excavation. Both guards turn from their post at the gate, see the Snagems finally and hop up like they were going to do something... before they see the black-clad figure and freeze, both of their faces going pale white as they busy themselves trying to not catch her attention. Was that some kind of piano music off in the distance?

"Now then. We can do this the easy way..." Cynthia's voice was melodic as she said that, bordering on crystals chiming against one another. "Or we can do things the hard way." She added, in a tone that could break glass on its own, her face twisting itself up in disgust at the thought. "I'm not here to arrest all of you. I've had plenty of opportunities to do so already in the past, isn't that right Darts?" Ogerpon leans down over the top of Darts' head to look at him as if to say 'she knows you?'

"Alia." Darts grunts by way of greeting. "You must have thought yourself terribly clever with that pseudonym, figuring that I would be able to find out there aren't a whole lot of platinum blondes clad in black just wandering around the criminal underworld for no good reason." The two had crossed paths five plus years ago now at this point, the Giratina hybrid on business in Kanto at Sub's behest. Circumstances aside 'Alia S.' as she had been known had paid the Snagems for protection. Not that, as it turned out, she had any need of it. "How's the 'family'?"

"In prison now, thanks to you mister gambler." She shoots back coyly, smirking for a second. "I did say I so appreciated your help at the time." The Champion's face rearranges after their bit of repartee, getting back to the business at hand. "Now, as I mentioned I'm not here to arrest you all... but it does bring up the question of why you're here in the first place. Seems a bit... suspicious, no?" Turning her head from person to person to person in the group hitting all of them in turn, she awaits an answer from one of them, from all of them maybe even? Manicured fingernails curl and uncurl near her belt, and anyone with enough experience in Pokemon battles would be able to tell she's inches from tossing a ball and releasing one or more of her expertly-trained monsters to do battle. Actively hostile wouldn't fit her stance, agitatedly cautious would more do it and she was clearly expecting one of them to make a move.

Monique appraised the woman who walked out from the first dome. She was, unsurprisingly, completely unfamiliar to the Alolan native. She was in a getup that was completely not conducive to warm-weather operations. It prompted questions—questions she attempted to divine the answers to as this woman exchanged dialogue with Darts. She tilted her head at the revelation that this woman was known to him—and had tried to arrest him. That clarifies whose side she's on. Other than that, she was not getting many pieces of this puzzle. She had a name, a pseudonym apparently: Alia. Her dress indicated she was the furthest thing from an Orre native. And her attitude indicated she was someone serious.

Her gray eyes locked with Monique's as her hands danced around her belt. She was itching for a battle but curiously reluctant, as if some qualm held her back. The sheriff looked back, trying to size up this woman and her intentions, shuffling her hair to try and keep cool. One thing was on her mind. Right now, she had a weapon to which Alia had no counter (or Mirror Coat, which certainly would have been cooler than Fur Coat). Darts and "Alia" went back, and if they went as far back as it sure sounded they did, it was to a time when she wasn't here.

She could say a word, many words even, and play her most valuable card before even setting foot in the Fortress. Or she could wait to be asked, "Where's your deck?"