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Oh sweet Arceus this was working. Holy s**t yes.

Not daring to question how long they'd be able to pull off a stunt like this, Arcadie steadfastly stayed at the side of her peers. There was a sudden cry from somewhere amidst the the enemy ranks, and the medic buried her face in her hands with a yelp as another of their own suffered damage. Was enough not yet enough?

Trembling vaguely, she filed into the jet with the rest of the Rockets, returning her accompanying ghost into its pokeball once she was certain they were safe from the threat of gunfire. It was easier to calm down inside the cabin, and before long Arcadie was able to force a smile as she pulled her gloves from her hands.

"Okay now," she said, her voice considerably less perky and good-natured than she would have liked it to be. She located one of the ice heals she remembered stuffing into her bag and used it to revive the frozen Spinarak; his web would be quite necessary if she was going to be of any use as a medic. There was no way she had enough legitimate bandaging on her person. "Who's ready to not suck at being alive?" She would begin making rounds with burn salves, antibacterial ointments, and ointments - the reason she suspected she'd been brought on this mission in the first place. Were she more aware of herself, she would have been at least mildly disconcerted at how easily she adjusted to dealing with such volumes of blood and agony.

Alba grit his teeth, squinted through one eye, and bit back a pained groan at each step up into the jet. One arm remained over the gash at all times. He gave Leilani a last, grateful squeeze before taking jerky steps to find a seat. And here he'd gone into this thinking his leg would be his main problem. Funny... he'd kept his cane on him, thinking it could at least help serve as some sort of weapon, and instead he'd been caught completely unaware at the last second. Sweet Arceus, his skin around the wound was burning. Or it sure felt like it was. He'd be needing a new uniform, that was for sure. But he was on the jet, the hostages were saved, no one was dead or captured, and they were getting out of this place. Mission complete.

Once everyone was inside Star accepted Faleen's help in disabling the jet's various tracking devices. Moving around with his wounded leg was difficult. He definitely appreciated the assistance. Once the jet was prepped he ordered Faleen to help him co-pilot.

With Galactic's means of following them disabled, the flight home was smooth. Stephen Michael was notified to join them and soon the two aircraft were on their way back to TRHQ. The flight was about an hour long, time enough for some minor medical handiwork to be applied to those in the worst shape. With no hope of rescue and Tethys out of sight, Deimos was reduced to quietly crying and spoke to no one.

- - - - - - -

Their arrival at HQ was no normal affair. Mission groups were usually met by a hangar crew and a handful of medics. This time a crowd of Rockets had gathered. They were visible on the ground as the two aircraft touched down. Lucere was among them.

The Rocket boss approached as the jet engines whined down, long braid caught by gusts from the nearby 'copter. He stood by as the hatch opened and Rockets started to file out.

TRP climbed down from the jet with some help. Her eyes widened when she spotted the boss. "Sir." She blinked a moment, then offered a small smile and looked back at the jet.

Lore was next to climb out, still looking as battered bruised and bloody as the rest of the group. He stopped behind TRP, spotted Lucere, sighed and turned to face his brother, ready for the lecture. ".....I know.. I know.. you told me s-"

Lucere shook his head and yanked Lore into a tight hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

Lore froze a moment, a little shell shocked, then relaxed and chuckled, "Careful.. you'll make the underlings think you've got feelings." He smiled as Lucere pulled back to look at him again.

The boss stared at Lore a moment longer before turning his eyes to the other Rockets. "Thank you. All of you." He looked back at the gathered medical team and nodded as they stepped forward to help the injured to the infirmary.

Faleen worked quickly but carefully, and without complaint stepped in to help Star co-pilot, ignoring the fact that he all but ordered her too.
She didn't quite know what she was doing with this particular Jet, but Star was having no trouble in telling her what to do.
A little more then he really needed to, but Faleen payed attention to learn the controls of the jet.

It was a longer trip home then was comfortable, especially knowing that their injured were on board, and a lot of them, some of them in very bad shape.
Faleen half expected to hear one of the other rockets announce that one of them had died during the flight, all to similar to the last time they had been to the Galactic base...
but that news didn't come.

Faleen was surprised to see a crowd in the hanger to meet them,
"Well, looks like the news spread, as usual." Faleen added with a smile as she looked down at the Rockets waiting for them.
"Welcome home guys." she finished once the jet had landed and was powered down.

The injured started to file out, Faleen remained in to make sure that they got up and out alright, since the only injury she has, was a cute along the side of her face that had long since stopped bleeding.

As Lore stepped out, Faleen was taken by surprise to see that the Boss was down in the hanger as well, no doubt waiting to greet his brother.
She watched in silence, a soft smile on her lips.
Then the Boss turned to them, and thanked them.
Faleen felt her face flush with surprise, THAT was a true honor, on top of getting everyone back, to be personally thanked by the Boss...

"Oh-" Faleen snapped herself back to her job. "Boss Lucere, Sir!" She said from the entrance of the jet. "There is one more thing, Sir."

She hurried back into the Jet, as to not keep the boss waiting, striding Brickly to the back where the crying mess of a man was sitting in his binds.
She looked at him with silence for a couple of seconds, before reaching down to grab his arm and pull him to his feet, escorting him out of the jet.

Once Faleen had Deimos to the bottom of the steps, she moved him forward and stepped to the side to let Lucere address him as he wished.

She folded her hands behind her back, knowing that if Deimos did try and get away, then he certainly would not get very far in those bindings.

It was a surreal... and fantastic thing to witness... the Boss of Team Rocket and the Boss of team Galactic standing before one another.
It was clear though, by the interaction, that the Rocket Boss was clearly the more intimidating.
This was a sense of great pride for the Rocket Faleen.

Lucere didn't say a word to Deimos, but when he was finished he turned to Faleen, complementing the team's work again, and giving her a new set of orders.
The Agent straightened respectfully "Yes, Sir."

She allowed the Boss to leave, and let the megs get past, before reaching out for Deimos' arm again, this time dragging him to the brig.