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Panther did get a smirking smile back; appreciative for the genuine smile he gave. She was a little surprised that her disguise had been that good though.
"And I'm not even wearin' my underwear on the outside..." She joked softly. Honestly, different hair and no glasses? She'd always made fun of that old cliché of a disguise before today... Well. It was a different outfit too, but still, wasn't that covered in it as well.
She didn't really pay much heed to the comment that it would just be Luxury's pride that was injured; even if it was a small fall, a bit of help could do wonders for allaying any concerns that might affect a team mate's mission performance- at least, that's what Tambrey's brain tried to tell her. She certainly wasn't just being /nice/, certainly not... Her brain did seem to lie to her a lot.

Luxury received a "Don't worry about it; th' floor's slippery, like P said." before Tambrey turned to receive the news.
The news that Galactic intended to... wipe the world like some planet-sized etch-a-sketch and redraw it in Deimos-doodle form...
What? Was that even... Well, people seemed to be taking it very seriously.
"Frak." She heard her own voice before she'd realised she'd said anything.
And promptly shut up.
So. They needed to stop it. This was something that she agreed with.
Taking a vehicle sounded good.
And she found herself just waiting to leave this room; quite impatiently now. The longer spent here, the more likely they might be caught. This wedged itself into her brain in some attempt at cushioning the somewhat traumatic 'Galactic can rewrite existence' thoughts.
Ah. And here were problems and suggestions to solve said problems all pouring out of people.
Well. She'd go along with whatever worked; she really didn't want things to get rewritten.

"Lets see how far we can get without causing more of a commotion. But keep the ghosts out and invisible, just in case." Nyx said to Aila, and re-released Newton, who harrumphed at Aila and turned invisible. "Ah- thanks for the wig offer, but this outfit needs more hiding than my hair."

Instead of bothering to physically pry Bonnie off the poor Galactic's face, he simply pulled out her pokeball - Leilani's too - and recalled them both. Even if the Whimsicott wasn't that strong, flailing limbs aiming at your face was usually never a good thing. Or a non-painful thing. Upon finding out that the Galactics wanted to pretty much destroy and then re-create everything, Inigo... pretty much didn't believe it. At all. It didn't seem possible in the slightest - actually sounded like the pipe dream of some crazy-loco guy - but everybody else seemed to be taking it at least vaguely serious. Seriously enough to suggest stealing another pokemon-vehicle and taking a trip to Johto, of all places. Since he hadn't been off Kodo since he was a little kid, he couldn't help but wonder how long that trip would take. How far away were the other regions?

Mau recalled his Jolteon, and listened. Well, if things were already stocked with supplies, who were they to turn down such nice little care packages? Disguising Nyx? Yeah, it seemed like time was far too pressing to worry about disguising her. It was a good thought. "Hey." He said to Aulus as he took one of Nyx's arms. "At least you look rather guard-like." Mau took position at Nyx's other side and grabbed her with his left hand. He recalled Aki, tucking the vaporeon's ball back with the rest of his team, leaving Nuu to mill about. He addressed the Drifblim. "You heard the plans, Nuu. Make yourself invisible, but stay close."

"Blim blim!"

"And be quiet." The drifblim deflated a little and vanished. Time to go.

Sierra sighed, still not completely comfortable with this plan, but what more could she offer? It'd have to do, and if all else failed, well...she might not have seen her last fight today.

One of the other agents had already stepped up to play a 'guard' role. Sierra aimed a pointed look at the older agent who had greeted Nyx with a kiss not long before. He'd be the most likely candidate for a second guard. Obviously the two were close, so he'd be in a better position to protect her; and another man would be the best bet for a likely guard. Unlike Sierra.

Still, she could tag along at the side as an additional escort. Besides, playing roles was what she did. Hide the real you and only let them see what you want them to see. She squared her shoulders, straightened her posture, and put on a confident, yet disdainful air, as if given a task she loathed, but was obliged to carry out. "Well, then, looks like we have little choice. Let's do this," she quipped, a sharp edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. All part of the look.

Since it seemed that Aulus and Mau had been decided as the two immediate guards for Nyx, the pink haired girl hastily reminded everyone what they needed to do now.

"The objective is to return to the hangar undetected. Our cover is that we are escorting Nyx to Deimos' current location. Move swiftly, but make sure you look like you belong here. Act natural and remain undetected. Once in the hangar, we will secure a ship and continue towards Johto." Though they had managed to make it into the Galactic Headquarters and go undetected thus far, it was possible their success thus far had only been a fluke.

With a wide gesture, she signaled for everyone to follow with her as she began to lead again. Their steps had to be quick, but the fastest they could manage at the moment was a power-walk. If they moved much faster, they would have easily stood out. They soon enough were beginning to hit very familiar territory, which meant they were shortly going to be back where they started in the ship.

Upon entering the hangar they'd find that the number of Galactics had increased since the Rockets were last there. Apparently a team had been brought in to assess the supposedly-faulty Dunsparce. Said team was gathered around the vehicle near the exit, taking readings with strange devices and peering at the mechanisms in and around it.

The selection of vehicles to hijack was large and diverse. Unfortunately it was difficult to tell which might be the fastest, since their exteriors were more about Deimos' favorite pokemon than indicating speed. Along the left side of the room stood a giant mechanical drifblim, gyarados, yanmega and the empty spot where the dunsparce had probably been. On the other side of the room stood two black jets that didn't look like any particular pokemon, a mantine and a skiploom helicopter. Another issue for consideration was the Dunsparce's current location. It hadn't been moved and was still in the middle of the large room, blocking the exit. It would have to be moved before they could fly anything out of there and it was crawling with a team of at least 5 Galactics. That wasn't counting over a dozen more scattered around the large room. It was a tricky situation that seemed very likely to result in a big fight if not handled diplomatically.

Hope of diplomacy took an abrupt nose dive as a voice Nyx would recognize echoed from inside the Dunsparce.

"I'm telling you there's nothing wrong with it!" The voice was strange and raspy. It managed to sound both deep and high pitched at the same time. It was also very irate. "The communication system is perfect."

The blond woman Kunai had spoken with earlier was standing near the Dunsparce, looking annoyed, "..please tell me you're not doing this again. Hasn't the Commander played racquetball with your face enough times?"

"I'm not doing anything!" The irate voice screeched and a tall spindly man climbed out of the Dunsparce. One arm hung at his side, hand tensed into a fist. The other arm was suspended in a sling and he had nasty bruising spread over the angular features of his narrow face. "I'm telling you this vehicle is fine! I don't know why they told you it wasn't but-" Something moving across the room caught Star's eyes, distracting him from his ranting. He stared over the working Galactics at the fluffy-haired caped woman crossing the rear of the room with a large escort of grunts.

The blond woman arched an eyebrow and followed his line of sight across the room. She recognized Kunai and sighed, "It isn't ready yet. Our robotics team can't seem to pinpoint the problem.." She muttered and frowned at Star.

Star's brow furrowed. "..that's the team that was testing the Dunsparce?"

"Yes and I'm sure they'd like to get back to it, so get back in there and find the problem."

"There's no problem to fix.." Star's red eyes didn't move away from Nyx. He approached the group and addressed her, eyes flashing between the fluffy-haired Rocket and the unfamiliar men holding her, "What are you doing here?"

Running into Star was terrible luck. More terrible than the rest of the group probably realized. His dislike and suspicion of Nyx was practically tangible. His eyes drifted from Nyx over the rest of the group, which hadn't stopped moving. They all looked the part and like they had a job to do.

"Hey!" The blond woman shouted, "This thing isn't going to fix itself! Stop wasting time!"

He ignored the woman and addressed the Rockets, "What are your unit numbers?"

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Sierra kept the panic off her face, but it felt like her breath had frozen in her chest. She had to remind herself to breathe, all while her mind was racing. What now? No, don't panic, Sierra. Even if you are in the middle of enemy territory and horribly outnumbered and...

Stop that. What have you observed? Something about the Commander that they'd overheard while approaching...and the general attitude that the other Galactics in the area seemed to hold regarding the lanky man. Was he some sort of mechanic? Safe bet, since he was supposed to be working on repairing the Dunsparce. And yet, he seemed to carry himself with more importance than a mere mechanic. How much of that was self-imposed?

Observational and analytical skills in overdrive.

A direct answer was out of the question. She had no idea what numbers they were supposed to give, if it wasn't a trick question altogether. Best plan was to derail if possible. It was risky, but...they were trapped between a Golem and, well...yeah.

Still maintaining her bored, yet disgusted expression aimed at Nyx, Sierra leaned over to mutter to one of the other 'guards', speaking just a little too loudly to be a whisper. "The Commander isn't going to be happy about this delay. I thought Deimos said to hurry?"