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Rather than address the current and incredibly pressing issue of Galactics who wanted them dead just around the corner, Inigo knelt down by Alba, grabbing his shoulder firmly with one hand while he waved the other in front of the older man's face. "Hey Alba, you alright?" While he didn't know the extent of or the full reasoning behind his roommate's fear of guns, he at least of its existence and it was therefore a source of concern. Especially if it meant he was sitting on the floor of a hall that was about to become a war zone. Not exactly a good idea...

Sonata whickered gently at Tambrey as she touched the soft fur of her muzzle to the girl's cheek. At least her charge was alright, and minimally injured. Well, from the attacks, anyway. She couldn't take responsibility for whatever had happened to her before. The best place for her though, quite obviously, was as far from here as possible, so the Ponyta once again attempted to herd the grunt in the opposite direction, possibly wherever Star had run off to. They wouldn't get there anytime soon, however, but some progress was better than no progress.

Inigo suddenly became aware of the situation when he heard screams and orders and general panic - luckily the adrenaline surging through him numbed any desire to panic as well - and he pulled an extra pokeball from his belt that loosed a large Aggron. The pokemon, though large, looked around him with an air of uncertainty and a vague sense of dread. The teen was quick to divert his attention though, as he pointed for both Acier and Oriana. "Iron Head," he instructed the former, and to the latter, "Confusion, por favor."

While Acier didn't understand the strange words his new human spoke, he obeyed nonetheless and once he rounded the corner, he launched himself at the group of Galactics - and therefore the Volcarona - as the horns on his head began to glow white. The small Chimecho followed quickly but hovered near the corner instead before shooting a Confusion attack directly ahead of him, hoping to hit at least some of the scary humans.

TRP winced as Satoshi's thunderbolt was absorbed by a Blitzle a moment before shockwave and scalding water attacks shot back at her pokémon. She climbed to her feet, looking back over her shoulder at her teammates. It wasn't a good scene, though a sharpedo's surf attack had helped combat some of the fire.

They had too many already-injured Rockets with them. Shawn, Aulus and Jerome had already taken severe secondary damage. Their goal was to save these people, not get them killed on the way out. Her eyes lingered on Jerome the longest. So much blood..

"Agent Frost!" TRP's voice carried over the battle, "Get the rescued group out of here! Find another way to our destination, we'll finish this and meet you there!" Tethys had clearly focused the attack here. Arceus willing, the path to the hangar would be clear for Frost and the others.

Meanwhile the front lines of Galactics and Galactic Pokémon took the wave of retaliatory attacks from the Rockets, only for the next line to return with thunderbolts, waterguns and fire spins. The hall was chaos.

Ohhh goodness. Oh goodness. Things and stuff. Stuff and things. This was just an awful set of circumstances altogether. Arcadie, quivering like a leaf in the gale, crouched in the welcome shelter long enough to pull out her Rocket 'dex and review the capabilities of her pokemon. The water and fire things seemed the most dangerous at the moment, and so she sought out something that would combat those elements well. Her resources were painfully limited, though--

Oh, fantastic. Ghosty could use a rock-type move. If she cared to obey. Arcadie's other options, however, were more fire or a very toastable little spider, so she didn't really have any choice but to leave her part of the effort to Revenant. Hesitantly, she pulled a pokeball sealed with a little white ghost sticker into her hand and pressed the release. The resulting Mismagius shook herself briefly before leveling a critical gaze on the human. This gaze quickly diverted to other, more interesting subjects. This was a playing field that Revenant recognized. She looked back to the human, this time to await her orders rather than to judge her incompetence.

"Oh, um," Arcadie glanced at the display in her hand again, "Power Gem! On whatever it is that's on fire, the b*****d." With a sharp nod, Revenant moved to comply, turning the requested attack against the Volcarona and leaving the medic to react to the new orders. They were splitting up, it seemed. Was that wise? The elite seemed to think so, and who was she to question that?

Alba squinted and looked away from the hand waving in front of him. The movement made him feel sick, but a shake to his shoulder jostled him enough to bring his attention forward again. Slowly but surely, his vision started clearing, and some rapid blinking brought him enough of the way back. "Yeah," he answered at last, though sounding somewhat out of breath. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, I... I'm okay." He gave a weak but grateful smile, and started using the wall and Inigo's shoulder to pull himself back to his feet. "Thanks." He'd be buying a dozen coffees as soon as they got back to base. No way he was going to be able to sleep after this. "I'll be fine now. It was just the surprise of it."

Reaching for his belt again, he now called out his two remaining Pokemon. "Twitch, Quick Attack to keep them busy. Deal damage if you can, but focus on not getting hit in the process. Trick, just, uh... do your thing. Hazel, you only know closeup attacks, so stick to protecting the injured from back here. Spook! Confusion!" As the orders were issued, each Pokemon obeyed.

Twitch the Pidgey proceeded to dive bomb the Galactics and their Pokemon with repeated Quick Attacks, Spook issued one Confusion after another, and Trick the Shuppet cackled in glee as she let forth Night Shade.

Sputtering and hacking, Hayes pushed himself up and looked over at Aulus. "You okay?" he asked, about the time the scarred man did the same.


Alex sounded alright and didn't look to have any major burns; the relief he felt at that was indescribable. "I'm alive," Aulus surmised, staggering upright and casting around at the battlefield. Jerome was down, looked bad, but he was in a bad enough state himself that he couldn't help.


Hah," was all Hayes could say to that; he was soaked in water and blood, thanks to Jerome and the Surf.. attack.. from..

"Oh.. s**t." The blond stumbled Aulus-ward, a sudden urgency in his voice. "s**t. She's got her shark."


"Oh... oh that'snot good. Oh s**t." He probably smelled exactly like dinner now. Going off with the creepy little mechanic actually sounded like a lovely idea right about now. "Le's go," he mumbled, grabbing onto his partner's arm and stumbling back towards the small Agent.

Most of Aulus' team remained fighting the Galactics, but Paul scurried after his trainer at high speed. Scooting up Hayes' leg he blasted a layer of web at the horrible burn across Aulus' back. Spotting somebody else in need of a patch he gave a quiet 'skreeee!' of distress and scuttled back down even faster, vanishing around the bend. Once his intent was communicated to it, the waiting Metang floated down so that the little bug type could reach to rush around Jerome sticking web over his bullet wounds.

Xander moved away from the wall and moved to follow Frost. He debated whether to leave Zack and Conrad to help out the ones they were leaving behind but at the moment it didn't seem like a good time to pull them away from their fights anyway. The gray eyed man eyed the bag Frost was still carrying. He would have to get his girls back soon so they could have more protection out and about.

(Seeing as I don't have time constraint with these posts I'm going to blather on a bit with them XD WEEE
please excuse me, <3 )

There was water flowing around him... why was there water flowing around him? Or... was that his blood?
It was probably his blood, knowing that he got hit considering he couldn't move, or even feel any pain anymore, it must be bad.
He could barely hear battle, muffled behind his beating heart.

Where were the others? Books, Scars... the two blonds, one with the Star Wars shirt and the kid, the wisecracking Executive, people he had spent who knows how long with locked in the cell, sharing tortures and near starvation. With nothing but each other to keep going as long as they could.
He hoped they were not laying in their own blood, helpless.

His Pokemon were above him... Bro, his best friend, wearing an expression that Jerome knew... it told Jerome that things were not good.
Then there was his girl, his big monstrous girl, looking like she wanted to tear into something as usual... only there was something else he picked up from her dark, deep set eyes.
She was scared, confused, lost.
He wanted to speak to them, tell Hirss it was okay, tell Bro' to stop looking so hopeless.
He couldn't even find the strength to talk, his mind unable to form the words he needed.

Jerome was barely conscious by the time he was approached and picked up, everything was blurring, and growing darker.
He didn't know what was lifting him, or that he had let out a weak pained grunt in protest.
Long soggy dreadlocks falling messily into his face dripping with blood and water, his breathing becoming shallow and strained.
But by the time he had been gathered in the steel types arms, his eyes had rolled back, and he fell still and limp.

The quick thinking of Paul helped to slow, and even stop Jerome's bleeding, The gangster couldn't stand to loose much more then he already had. That pokemon had just given him a better chance at living long enough to get out of this Galactic ship.

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Through her building confusion and frustration, the mutated Feraligatr didn't take very well to another pokemon coming up to Jerome and picking him up.
With a jerk upward and a roar of fury she moved as if to attack the Pokemon, but Bro' was in her face again. the Gengar's eyes narrowed, his mouth shut tight and stubby arms wide.
He placed himself before the inky hulking form of his team mate, her strong fang filled jaws opened as some of her toxic attack spilled from her lower jaw, hissing at it hit the ground.
He pointed to the battle.

Bro' was honestly amazed it worked, turning her rage somewhere else.
But he saw her eyes narrow at him, glance once to Jerome, before her massive frame dropped down onto all fours, segmented tail thrashing behind her claws screaming along the floor as she rushed into join the battle.

Bro' looked over to Boss He told the Pignite.
him and the fire type hurrying after the retreating group.

Rounding the corner Aulus stumbled and lent against the wall, casting around to see who else had caught up. When he spotted Jerome his heart seemed to freeze for a moment; he'd looked bad from a distance but close to.... Well at least Paul had thought quickly. "Is he?..." He couldn't be dead, not after all they'd already been through together, not just as they'd been escaping... right?


Frost stepped up to the injured grunt and laid his finger's on the man's throat. "Pulse, breathing," he said dispassionately, "for now." As the former captive rockets began to assemble Frost mentally ran through the turns they'd take leaving the brig and tried to match it up to the map Star had shown them earlier on. He thought he knew where(ish) they were and where(ish) the hanger was but that was an awful lot of -ish. Still, if -ish was all they had to go on then it would do.


'Alive for now'. Was that all he had? "You know, you could at least pretend to give a ******** about him," Aulus growled, glowering at Frost and still leaning on the wall. Those detached tones and apparent lack of concern for human suffering reminded him far, far too much of Tethys. The two of them would probably get on brilliantly if they were on the same side, pair of sociopathic ********.


Frost treated Aulus to a singularly unimpressed look. "I have a job to do," he said blandly as the sounds of battle continued to rage from around the corner, "it involves getting all of you to the hanger, I don't have time to make a soliloquy about the tragedy of the situation; if I was going to get misty eyed and emotional about anything I would already have done so back in the brig. Now." He turned to the rest of the injured rockets. "Does anyone know the way to the hanger? I have a rough idea from my memory of the maps we looked at, but if anyone - for any reason - is certain of the way I shall not object to taking directions."