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Star's eyes widened and he fell off the Zoroark ungracefully as Tethys and a small army of Galactics appeared. Gasping, he limped behind Frost and Deimos, where he was least likely to get shot.

"Tethys!!"

"One move, Commander, and they'll shoot him!!" Star's brave words echoed around the hangar as he cowered behind the Rockets.

TRP rolled her eyes at Star's shrieking voice and settled a glare at Tethys, "I think that's already been made clear, Mister Sager. Everyone's going to stay calm and we're going to leave." Her eyes drifted back to her group. She knew she didn't need to tell Frost to keep his weapon trained on Deimos.

"Use attacks to disable those two jets." She pointed at the jets on the left wall of the room, "We're taking that one." She pointed at the right wall, then looked back at Tethys. "Open the door."

Tethys.

Aulus froze as a wave of terror washed over him, his grip on Alex's shoulder tightening. They were close, so close but now she was here. The black-eyed woman had held so much power over him for so long that in that first moment of shock at seeing her it was impossible for him to comprehend having any kind of power over her, that this would end in anything but pain for him and Alex. Even when he realised that they did have something to use against her a few moments later the terror remained.

He could hear her soft voice telling him that he could save his partner, that his partner trusted him, and then he could hear her command to increase the voltage. His fault, that dead look in Alex's eyes. He should have stopped her... but he had, just the once. Maybe the fireball hadn't been meant specifically for his partner but he had still protected Alex from her once. That meant something. She was not all powerful. She could be defeated. They were leaving now, and she would not prevent them and she would not hurt Alex again. They were going home.

Zoroark blinked when Star fell of of her, but once he had ducked behind the Rockets, the dark fox took up a defensive stance by her master and two team mates.

Faleen remained quiet, supporting TRP as she talked to the group of Galactics, and explained what was happening.
Faleen's job now was to keep the Elite safe, to cover her if needed.
It was the only thing one gun, and three pokemon could do against heavily armed forced standing opposite them.
Otherwise, the Agent was silent, watchful and patient.

Disable two jets, so they could not give chase, understood.
"Sharpedo, Absol," Faleen said,
"Flood and freeze the cabins." She told them.

They were wordless as they obeyed, the shark and disaster pokemon
Absol was on the first jet, using a nigh slash to break oven the cabin, then stood back as Sharpedo gushed forth a surf at the jet.
once the cabin was overflowed with water, Absol shot out an icebeam to freeze the water completely. and creating jagged solid ice formations in the front of the jet, and completely solidifying the cockpit in.

Twinkle was shouting and hiding... The latter of those things sounded appealing, but Tambrey didn't think she was even able to hide very fast right now anyway, and there was anger burning up behind that fear.

TRP gave the order to attack the other jets... Well, disable, but with one pokeball left on her that she hadn't opened yet, and knowing the pokemon inside, she found herself presented with some small measure of revenge? Helping to ground those jets so Tethys could not follow...

"Ella." She called out the little Aron, still while she sat on the hangar floor. "I know we haven't seen eachother in a while..." The polite little pokemon had decided to forego any etiquette and go for a hug. "Oof... Kinda hard..." Tam' winced as the heavy, but tiny, steel type tried to embrace her. The ladybug-patterned Aron was careful, but still, with her injuries it was rather painful a greeting. "I.. need you to go and, uh, well... Try and eat one of those planes... Just don't eat the one near the wall there?"
Ella, duty-bound and eager to please with any request, delighted at getting her human back, nodded gently, tried another 'softer' hug without success- Tam' winced again- then scuttled toward the nearest jet, ready to take bites out of anything that looked important if she could...
Palu and Neph simply heard the order and took their own initiative, swooping down close to the ground so that Palu could direct a wing attack upwards at the other plane, Neph hopped off and began to spray a string shot, hoping, perhaps, to provide some small amount of trouble in any repairs, or indeed, any take off attempt.
They, perhaps, weren't able to be as damaging as other pokemon, but they were trying hard- even Neph, for the moment.

The sight of Deimos atop the Metang brought Tethys to an abrupt halt; the squadron of Galactics piled up behind her. Uncertaintly flickered across her grim expression; if she heard Star, she gave no indication, keeping her gun trained before her as she weighed her options.

Persephone's gleeful destruction echoed in the otherwise silent space.

TRP's eyes strayed from the Rockets disabling the jets back to Tethys. "I said open the door. We're not going to wait all day."

Deimos felt something cold slide down his neck as a haunter licked him. The effects of the paralyze attack were immediate. Beneath the webbing wrapping his body he felt his arms and legs go slack. Tears beaded at the corner of his visible eye. "Tethys.."

TRP's eyes stayed fixed on the Galactic second in command. "He's more useful to us alive than dead. You know that. But we'll kill him before we let you take us down. So what's it gonna be?"

"FOR TEAM GALACTIC!" One of the hangar Galactics launched himself toward the group, his Absol aiming a Night Slash at the nearest Rocket. It happened to be Alba.

Tethys started; so did the squadron behind her. "Sargas! Stand down!"

The Galactic flinched and faltered, a fist upraised. "Commander-"

"I said stand down." Tethys' usually flat, icy voice rippled with contained distress. "All of you. Now." Her teeth ground the last word out.

Reluctantly, slowly, weapons were lowered and Pokemon were returned.

Unable to look Deimos' way, the commander holstered her gun and approached the door controls. Her hands were shaking as she keyed in the unlock sequence.

TRP cringed as the attack rang out and Alba was struck. It looked like everything was about to fall apart, but Tethys calmed the situation. She sighed as the hangar door slowly slid open, then glanced at the other jets, now frozen, on fire and torn apart. "Let's go." After pausing to ensure Alba was helped up, still holding Faleen, she turned toward the remaining aircraft.

"No! No, Tethys!!" Deimos shouted uselessly as he was carried off, no longer able to squirm.

On the Commander's shoulder Andre buried his face against her neck.

When Tethys called off Sargas' attack Star'd realized how well protected they were by their captive. He stared as the Rockets hauled Deimos to the jet, then looked across the room at Tethys. After a moment of awkward silence, he limped after the Rockets, where he climbed on board and started disabling tracking beacons.

Sky fluttered in after him.

Frost's eyebrows twitched into a scowl as the lone Galactic launched his attack. Under the circumstances this was much much better than his finger twitching. "Fortunate that I have a steady hand, or we might have had some organic redecorating just then," the blond murmured to nobody in particular as he set off towards the jet, his gun still pressed firmly against Deimos' head. He would have liked to shoot a glance at Tethys, but the emotional desire to see her face in defeat lost out to his practicality; eyes, as it was said, on the prize, or in this case the prisoner.


It was starting to get harder to focus on things. Somebody had just attacked one of his teammates. Alba. Alba had been at the museum with them but had escaped. He'd come back for them and he was hurt now. Feeling that now unpleasantly familiar distant, unreal feeling Aulus slid his arm around Alex's shoulders. He said nothing, but he hoped that his partner would understand the plea for help. Just stay upright and trust Alex would get him onto the jet. Really it should be him making sure Alex got onto the jet but he knew when he'd reached his limit, and that time was just about now. He couldn't make it there alone.

Inigo's mind was surprisingly alert considering the fact he'd been shot. Passingly he wondered how that made sense, but figured it was the pain or something. It was, at the very least, something else to concentrate on. He was aware and appreciative of Alba's concern and his help, and was about to make some comment when a Galactic yelled and something hit Alba. The suddenness of it startled him more than anything and Inigo instinctively tried to help, only to remember his injury the moment he moved. Suddenly he was once again well acquainted with the floor and the dull pain in his shoulder flared up into what felt like daggers. Carajo. When would this whole mess just be over...?

It took a bit, but Leilani slowly herded Inigo into the jet with the others, and Sonata did the same with Tambrey. Bonnie and Clyde had since returned themselves to their pokeballs, but Oriana remained out and hovered nearby, chiming quietly and uncertainly. While the Ponyta stayed inside with her owner and her charge, Inigo managed to reach up and pat the large grass-type's neck. "Help Alba," he said, his breathing getting a bit ragged from the pain and blood loss. Although it was clear she wanted to stay with him, Leilani nuzzled his (good) shoulder before running out at a waddle to help Alba as quickly as she could into the jet. The sooner he was in, the sooner she could go back to Inigo's side.