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"Blah, blah blah. Blah blah." Othello sat back in boredom as his master ranted on about some random thing that he didn't care two cheri berries about. She seemed to be lecturing him on something about their last mission. That was what he was never able to understand about these humans. Why the fixation with pokemon battles? Why would he want to fight his own kind? Though it seemed like he could never get away with not doing it. He sighed.

Othello found his chance when SEA turned her back on him and he stood up, quietly slipping out the door of their dorm room. Freedom at last. Now what to do. He clapped his hands together, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He hurried down the corridor towards the busier parts of TRHQ to see what kind of fun he could find.

Othello walked up to one door he noticed few humans coming and going from. He looked from side to side before carefully opening the door and sneaking in. Othello found himself inside one of the many rooms that he heard SEA refer to as a 'laboratory,' whatever that meant. He wasn't to sure as to the exact purpose of the highly equipped room, though it seemed as though the humans of this place valued their 'laboratories' highly. He looked around curiously at all the blinking lights and buzzing machines. Most of the humans in this room, and there weren't many, seemed to busy to notice him and any who did figured he belonged there anyways.

Othello found one rolling chair off to the side and climbed into the seat. He spun around a few times before coming to a stop in front of one of those computer things. He looked over his shoulder once more to see if anyone was watching, then began pushing random buttons on the keyboard, imitating the moves he saw others do before.

Othello looked over in surprise at the absol's harsh voice before going flying as the pokemon's attack knocked the chair sideways. He withdrew quickly into his shell and clattered to the floor. "You didn't have to do that!" He came out again, suddenly very defensive though he knew that the other pokemon was most likely right. "It's none of your business!" He noticed a red light blinking on the corner of the computer screen, probably his doing. He reached up and pressed one more button and a door nearby swooshed open. He gave the absol a glare before stalking into the room. Inside there was row upon row of used pokeballs, and the young squirtle stood by and inspected them as if he had every right to be in there.

"Whatever could you be talking about?" Othello said in a childish effort to ward off Azra's comments. He was slightly compelled to agree with the absol about the 'stupid trainer' crack, though thought better of it. Only Othello had the right to tease his master and he didn't want to give the other pokemon any ammunition to use against her later. He was beginning to get irritated at Azra's attacks on him, but one look at the pokemon told him that Othello should stray away from any type of physical confrontation. The battle scarred absol could probably whoop his butt in a heart beat. At least he had some small sense on who to pick his fights with.

However, he was still a bit too proud to jut leave it at that. He pressed the small button on the front of one of the pokeballs, releasing one of the pokemon from within: a venomoth. The bug pokemon fluttered about in confusion, obviously never been outside of the ball since being captured. Delighted with the outcome Othello began releasing more pokemon, since of course freedom was his middle name.

"Wah! Hey, let go!" Othello cried out as he was lifted into the air. He flailed his arms and legs in an effort to get free, but he was physically incapable of reaching the area on his back that the absol had grabbed on to. As Azra threw him into the group of humans, Othello used his usual defense mechanism and withdrew into his shell. He slid past the scientist's feet and hit a wall, ricocheting off it. The humans shouted out in astonishment and some scrambled to catch the out of control squirtle before it broke something. Others looked towards the direction he came from to see the released pokemon escaping from the room in a frenzy.

Othello used the momentum from his slide to come out of his shell and run straight out of the lab, leaving the humans to chase after the other pokemon. His thinking was that now that they were out, they would have to fend for themselves, otherwise they might just deserve to stay in those little balls. He definitely would not be caught by the likes of them and if he was lucky SEA never would hear of this 'little incident' and Othello would be home free.

Meanwhile, SEA had long found that her naughty pokemon was missing and was angry as a beedrill's nest. She was looking up and down the dorm area, checking anywhere she thought the squirtle might be playing and hoping to high heaven that he wasn't getting himself into too much trouble.

The two Pokemon weren't as slick as they thought they were though.

Their path was suddenly barred by a towering Tyranitar and an indignant Luxray. The former of the two Pokemon let out a roar that was akin to that of a T-Rex off of Jurassic Park. In other words... he was not happy. Between the two Pokemon stood a man who glowered down at the pair of trouble making Pokemon.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he bellowed. For the releasing of all the Pokemon had caused quite a commotion and it seemed that he may have found the culprits. "Luxray! Go!" he shouted, pointing at the Absol and Squirtle.

With a snarl the spikey lion-like electric 'mon lept forward and bristled. Electricity shot into the air towards the two with intent to paralyze them if not knock them out completely. The attack used was Discharge.

Seth would not have Pokemon running rampant through the halls of HQ if he had anything to say about it.

Azra snarled as he jumped at the wall, digging his claws into it before launching himself away from the Luxray, a loud snarl escaping his throat as he did. This was even less amusing and now that the Squirtle had gone and gotten in trouble, he would of course be faulted for it as well. He had no play in the release of the Pokemon, and in fact he had stopped what of it he could.

"Stop! I've been trying to keep this imbecile at bay, not cause trouble myself!"

His anger was evident as he readied himself for more attacks, he was definitely not as tough as either Pokemon that he was facing, but he was not about to back down. His trainer would never forgive a sign of weakness here, even if he was completely outmatched. He simply hoped that either the Luxray or Tyranitar would understand his position in this, but it was unlikely considering who they worked for.


It was at this time that Claris was coming down the hall, the commotion had reached his ears and he was very aware that Azra was NOT in their room like he was supposed to be. He could see an unconscious Squirtle in the hall and a Rocket, who was obviously a superior staring down his own Absol. The Tyranitar and the Luxray that were obviously partners of the Superior Rocket did look rather powerful, and he was sure that Azra, though skilled, would not be able to handle them.

"Excuse me... Perhaps I can make this easier..."