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The flurry of attacks directed at Andre sent the tiny green pokémon bouncing down the hall. "Shaaaaaaaaaaay!"

"No!!" Deimos squirmed as Bro dragged him on top of the unfamiliar Metang, "No this isn't fair, let go of me!! Where's Tethys?!"

Andre watched with wide eyes as the Rockets departed with his master in tow. "Sh..shaymin.." He looked around the empty hall, at a complete loss. Moments passed before he tensed, shut his eyes and set off a seed flare. The explosion was small enough that it only damaged his section of the hall, leaving Deimos and the retreating Rockets unharmed.

It was, however, loud enough to be heard one floor down, where the distinct explosion made the ceiling tremble.

Tethys' eyes snapped upward, wide and fearful. "Julian."

The pale woman whipped around to face her troops. "Fall back!" she shouted, as her Gardevoir's Heal Bell roused the Volcarona. The giant moth stirred, then flared up once more, taking the Whimsicotts' Mega Drains for the Starmie and threatening to catch Conrad in its flame. Her Gallade flinched under Zach's Bite and disappeared, leaving the Gardevoir and Volcarona to act as a vanguard.

Tethys wasted no time climbing on her recovered Starmie, which shot unsteadily over the heads of the Galactics.

"Thank you.." TRP nodded at Faleen's offered support. She wasn't sure where they were going to go. The Galactics would only follow them. The situation was alarmingly hopeless. And then the explosion came. She could hardly believe the order she heard ring behind her, but as TRP turned to look over her shoulder she saw Tethys and all of the Galactics just... leave. Tethys was first to go. The mob of Galactics stood perplexed for a moment, then followed after her down the hall and upstairs somewhere.

TRP gaped, then looked at her fellow Rockets, mouth hanging open. Once she'd had a moment to process this event she shook her head and gestured down the hall, back in the direction of the hangar, "Revoke that order. Let's move!"

At Alba's order to walk or wait Star whined and did his best to continue on his own. When a zoroark appeared beside him suddenly he stumbled back in alarm. It took a moment but he finally realized the large dark type was there to help him. Looking uncertain, he accepted the offer and leaned on the pokémon as the group hobbled ahead. Sky fluttered after him, ready to wing attack anyone in the face if they got too close.

By the time they arrived at their destination, he was practically letting the Zoroark carry him.

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Pushing onward, the group with TRP would arrive at the hangar entrance just as Frost's group did the same. The hangar itself wasn't nearly as busy as it'd been last visit. In fact, it was almost empty. This probably had something to do with most of the staff being relocated for ship repairs and the fact there were almost no vehicles left. Star'd managed to blow up most of them. Currently only three generic non-pokémon-shaped jets occupied the large space.

Lore perked up as the two teams rejoined, "Hey guys! Look what we found!"

TRP's eyes widened as they drew close enough to see bundle the other Team was hauling on a metang's back, "Holy s**t.."

The commotion at the entrance drew the attention of the handful of Galactics in the hangar. One of them dropped what he was doing and approached the group, "What the hell do you think you're-" He froze when he saw who they had with them.

By the time they got into the Hanger, Bro was no longer floating over the Metang, instead, to make sure the Galactic Boss didn't squirm off of the pokemon, the Gengar had taken to sitting most of his weight down onto the small man's back,
One leg folded in, while the other hung off the side, a scowl on his face with his arms crossed.

Bro' frowned when they were spotted by another Galactic, but a wide dark smirk spread over his lips at the threat that Frost gave.
To further the Agent's point, the Ganger opened his pointer and thump to portray a gun, and pretended to shoot Deimos in the back.

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The events that followed confused Faleen as well, a soft frown on her face. this was either good... or was going to lead to something worse.
Either way, Faleen helped TRP as they continued their way through to the hanger. By now Faleen had pulled her gun out of its holster, keeping the safty on for now.

Here was a swell of relief what she saw that the other group was there, and that they were okay. But not much different from TRP, Faleen froze in complete surprise to see Deimos, bound with them.
"wha... Deimos?"

Zoroark didn't seem to mind that she was half carrying this man, it was kind of cute, he was so pathetic, like a Pup!
Zoroark purred softly to try and calm the poor hurt little pup.

Absol and Sharpedo paused next to Faleen, waiting on her orders, but watching the guards like a hawk.

The Haunter hovered uncertainly over the now converging groups as they got to the hangar, watching Bro with some mild curiosity. He raised a brow at the gesture the Gengar made before glancing at Faleen's shiny Zoroark with the tall human on its back. It frowned before shaking its head. How silly.

As if the other Galactic in the hangar didn't exist, the ghost-type wasted no time in levitating up to one of the windows of the jets still parked ahead. He inspected the interior through a window and slipped inside to check its status. It seemed ready enough to fly on the outside, but who knew? Nevertheless, that was likely what they were going to have to do.

Shadow's attention darted from TRP to the new Galactic to Deimos, who seemed a heck of a lot more important than the kid first realized. Was he going to be their hostage, then? Everything seemed to hang in the balance. Lindsay, still close at Shadow's heels, looked up at Deimos from his perch on Koios and growled, snarling viciously. She didn't know who this man was, but already she hated him. He radiated idiocy.

TRP gave Frost an approving smirk.

The Galactic obediently backed off.

Deimos was on the verge of hyperventilating as he squirmed under Bro. He looked at the Galactic, eye wide with fear, "You have to help me! Get Tethys!!"

The Galactic winced, clearly aware his leader wasn't weighing the circumstances, "S..sir they'll shoot you...."

"Yeah but.." Deimos looked at Frost. It took a moment but the seriousness of the situation finally sunk in and he grew quiet, looking terrified.

Still leaning on Faleen for support, TRP hurried to lead the group into the hangar while the nearby Galactics stood by helplessly, "We'll take one of the jets. Sager, you can disable any onboard tracking systems, right?"

"Of course." The lanky ex-Galactic answered from his comfortable Zoroark bed.

The Galactics in the room shot glares at the spindly man.

When he started to come to, Rory found himself in the grasp of a Charizard. He took in his surroundings and noticed they had made it to the hanger. He seen the platinum blond agent standing near a tied up little guy in a Galatic uniform.

His eyes continued to take in the area the team was in and spotted the purple hands from earlier inspecting one of the jets before it went inside. So a Haunter had moved him. He wondered who it belonged to, he'd have to thank them later.

When he heard TRP say they were taking one of the jets he almost jumped for joy. Well, he would have if his legs weren't almost charcoal.

He also made a mental note to find out who the Charizard belonged to as his legs recognized he was awake and returned to radiating pain. He wished for sleep again.

Gah! The pony was moving off somewhere...
And Tambrey still didn't -really- have much of a choice but the go with to be honest.
They were moving toward someone she recognised...
.. and that someone was hurt.
"...Inigo?" She recognised Alba from the museum mission and felt oddly glad to see him here, but found herself more worrying about Inigo... and finally worked out finally just who this pony belonged to.
Well she couldn't move fast, that had been the point, but they were nearly out of here...
She let go of the pony and awkwardly stumbled back a little.
"Let her carry him..?"

She tried to stand as still as she could after that, watching the situation and focusing on not giving in to tiredness or the appeal of falling over.
And then Tethys appeared.
Tambrey found herself suddenly acquiring a seat on the floor.

Palu was glad of the haunter sticking with them and the pidgeotto cooed at him appreciatively while Neph just sulkily shot off attacks.
They followed along when the others all moved and found themselves in the hangar and back near their trainer... The bird and bug type didn't land yet though, choosing to take some time in the air fo

"The sooner the better." Faleen muttered, glancing around at the entrances.
Now that their team had the Galactic Boss, she was sure it wouldn't be too long before all hell broke loose.

She glanced over at Star when he confirmed that he could disable to on board tracking.
"Lets get everyone on board then,"
She couldn't help a little sigh when she saw how Zoroark was now carrying Star.
When did that happen?

"Sharpedo, Absol. Watch the Galactics, here. If they move, eat them." She instructed, then, moving forward to encourage the others toward the jet before more Galactics showed up

Two sets of dark red eyes glinted a they lingered on the guards.

Zoroark growled deeply at the looks the Galactics gave the pup on her back.

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The foot falls in the hall came quietly, as Faleen expected them too, but hoped they could not have to encounter.
She winced, and shifted with TRP, pulling her gun level and switching off the safety.
"damn it." She hissed to herself. they had to remain calm, they had to be cool about this and get out of here, they had Deimos, they had the upper hand.

Bro' jerked his head up when he heard other Galactic's come in.
The Gengar hissed through his teeth, not removing himself from Deimos.