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"It's coming down any minute now! Right outside of the city it looks like, just past it!" a scientist yells, frantically running back and forth from command console to command console in front of Aden in order to retrieve the information he had requested. "Even though it looks like it's generating some kind of magnetic field to try and resist the fall, and there's a strange glacial anomaly in the middle of it, it's going to take an act of-"



The magnetic field slowed the ship further, and Darts steps back from the welded hull gratefully, but it still was no good there was no way they were going to be able to pull the ship out of this downward spiral until...



Gardy's devotion to Sub showed the troubled Psychic-type a sudden unpleasant view of the catastrophe about to befall not only her trainer but the other members of Snagem and she throws her entire chi into psychokinesis, the metal hull of the ship bending and shrieking in protest as the force of the Psychic energy holding it together rends the outside of the spacecraft like paper. Bits and pieces and stabilizer fins fall off of the outside, the control panel in front of Isaac bursts into a million warning lights and error messages, all kinds of hull instability indicated by just about every instrument.

Then Reno's psychic force joins hands with Gardevoir's, strengthening the trembling Pokemon's mental energies into a conduit like pure steel, the two psychic's wills spreading across the entirety of the hull, twisting and turning every inch of the rocket ship according to how the pair of them saw fit, more warning lights springing to view in front of Isaac and, consequently, mission control.



"Yes my boy." Cozmo's usually jovial voice was grave, sad even as it came through the cockpit of the spaceship, seeing all the warning indicators fill the big screen in Mission Control. "You're rather kind for trying to keep the news of Bulder from me too, even though Missy had a live feed the entire time until you... entered the stratosphere... But yes m'boy, you can rest easy knowing that you will have freed this land of this terrible plague in time. You have turned a crisis that would have taken ten lifetimes to clean up and reduced it to one I can hopefully enjoy before the end of mine..." The scientist tears up a little, despite himself. "I had one good adventure before the end of it, thanks to all of you at least..." The communications relay snaps off the rocket from the forces acting on the metal then, communications harshly cut off with a sharp staccato of static.

Despite what the machines may have been transmitting back to Mission Control, somehow, miraculously, the ship was slowing down as it descended towards the water. Between the magnetism and the massive psychokinesis Gardevoir and Reno were expanding across the entire span of the ship, the fall was slowing by leaps and bounds, the rocket slowly taking a slightly drill shape as the Psychics unconsciously rewrite the form of the vehicle to be more fitting for aquatic entry. The rocket hits the water with an enormous 'smack', steam hissing in enormous gouts as the heat from reentry is extinguished as the craft is submerged. The new shape allows the rocket to bore through the surface of the water, and without any stabilizer fins or other external parts for resistance and at a massively slowed speed, Isaac's steady hand despite the stress successfully dives the ship beneath the waves rather than smashing straight down to the death of everyone inside. Where it bobs beneath the deep water, the ice and welding provided by the Pokemon earlier keeping the hull from filling as it resurfaces to float on the surface of the water in a haze of muddled steam. Everyone might be... shaken up a bit by the trajectory but there was very low chance anyone actually got injured due to the pure psychic might of the two mentalists of the group.



Lisa and Tate leading a small squadron of local HAZARD troopers, firefighters, and police that had organized due to the crisis hit the beach as soon as they can organize in response to Blizz's entreaty. They're in platoons of rubber rafts usually saved for more traditional ocean rescues on all sides of the island, oars splashing furiously as the rescue workers hurry towards the smoking hull bobbing furiously in the current of the ocean still due to its momentum. They knew if anyone was hurt inside the rocket that time was going to be of the essence getting to them.

Cera would find herself flung around a lot more than she would care for, ending up on the ceiling of the rocket as it continued its descent, before crashing back down when it finally saw a proper stop in the water. Though she wouldn't have any lasting damage, she was visibly shaken and kept flat on the floor until slowly raising her head when she realized she hadn't quite shuffled off this mortal coil just yet.

"How... how are we all alive?" She asked before hearing soft voices and pounding, seeing the ice broken and already worried that this would mean they'd get to reenact a maiden voyage gone horribly wrong. It's likely Blizzard and Freth would end up hearing her question as a mental link would reestablish with them. "I think we're alright...?"

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Aden wouldn't get a chance to say anything further, bracing himself and anticipating the worst, eyeing the map and seeing that the rocket had apparently stopped. Whether or not anyone on there was alive wasn't something quite as well known, though. "So... can anyone explain why the map's still saying there's a rocket there?" He asked after a while, unable to come up with any good explanation for it.

Lykas wasn't prepared for the sudden decrease in speed and near-sudden stop when they hit the water, the result being the Jellicent hybrid getting flung into the forward end of the half-frozen chamber. He wouldn't be out just yet but he would get up, groaning loudly in complaint regarding the sizable lump on the side of his head and the dull ache from practically everywhere after that crash. Being one of the closest to Blizzard and Freth when they busted their way in, he replied, his voice a bit weak at the moment. "I think we're all okay. I haven't got the slightest idea how but I don't see any permanent damage done to anyone yet." He replied, looking around and spotting his Pokemon, Lux and Sphynx, both laying near where he had been hurled to. They were groaning in pain, same as he was, as he approached. "Sorry about that, you two. I didn't expect such a sudden stop." He apologized, taking out their respective Pokeballs. "Take a long rest, guys." He said as he recalled them, turning now to face the door to the cockpit area. It looked like it had been knocked ajar by the impact with the ocean and he eased it open, unsure so far if his assessment of everyone's living status was correct. He was almost afraid to find out.

Reno would be quietly laying on the nose cone of the shuttle, having managed to be thrown out the front windshield by his lack of ability to focus on holding himself down over holding the ship together. Patting the shuttle quietly as he continued his skyward gaze, Reno spoke. "I saved the shuttle from exploding. I'm pretty sure my brain melted from the effort and is leaking out as we speak. And I lost my arm. Again. Am I allowed some modicum of respect from you people now?"

"Ugh," Isaac groaned, as he unstrapped himself from the pilot's chair, and gingerly raised himself from it. His wrists were sore from wrestling with the control stick for so long, and the chair's safety straps had probably bruised him on impact with the water. Additionally, somehow Sub had wound up face first in his a**, despite the chair. It didn't matter though; he was alive, and that is what mattered.

"Porygon," he addressed the pokemon still in the ship's computer, "Download a copy of all the data on the ship's computer to my Snag. Then you can take a well deserved break. Nice work." Standing up while his pokemon set to work, he surveyed the rest of the shuttle. Reno had been flung through the front windshield and probably cut up in a few places from that, although it was more likely he wound be more upset about his arm. Sub, was putting on a good face for the rest of the team, although the sway in his steps, and the bracing hand on the hull revealed shaken up he really was. As his eyes swept past the door to the rest of the ship, he remembered what had happened back there. And who had died.

Recalling his Porygon, once the download was complete, he called out to any of the team who was still in the wrecked shuttle. "Can someone help me get Bulder out of here? He deserves a proper burial, not to go down in this wreck."

Lykas climbed out of the rocket at is own pace and, once everyone was together, he looked at Reno and spoke "Shut up, Reno." Was all he said before calling out Mykel. "Take us home. We're done here." He instructed the Gardevoir. Mykel nodded and Teleported every Snagem he could mentally locate back to HQ as fast as possible.