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"Oh, right," Michael held out his hand to grasp Sub's, "Name's Michael. Michael Glass."


Night growled softly at the insult from GRAY, "I actually like Turkey's idea. Let's see if the idiotic thing can survive as a vegetable."

"A potato can not provide the required supply of energy to sustain and operate my vital functions, such as the maintaining of Team Snagem's Pokemon Storage System that has been built into the SNAG Network. So please, go right ahead and attempt to construct me into a potato, I'm certain your Pokemon won't mind being stuck in limbo." GRAY spoke in reply to Sol and Night.

"Please to meet you Mr. Glass." Sub said with a chuckle and laugh. "I'll just call you Micheal however. And may I ask if you intend to join our happy group?" He asked before addressing Ship. "Why are you doing that? Can't be a loner for your whole life you know. Perhaps I should take you out to get a little activity going, maybe head over to Ecruteak City, I know some good places to hit up there." He said to the hybrid.

"Hm. I stand corrected. Ceramew's actually a little calmer than that." Sol said, and decided to ignore GRAY. "As for Michael there, he's apparently not a stranger to us. He and I were talking shortly after everyone left, and he knows Blizzard, Freth and Miles. I had Xatu bring him here at his request."

"For what it was worth, there wasn't any sort of official institution until after the dealings with Albedo and the Rangers had ceased." Sol chimed in. "That came shortly after the headquarters here was built. As I understand, we were also nameless back in those days."

"He's training under Janine, and was found at a volcano. If that isn't a perilous area to be, I'm not certain what would be." As he saw it, there wasn't a need for initiation this time.

"Yeah, remember all that. Just remember there was a large group that'd come together after a number of us having been falsely accused for various crimes by the Rangers and hunted down," Michael said with a slight shrug, "Wasn't anything official back then. Then, I run into Sol here and discover that we share acquaintances and well, here I am. As for that life danger thing, if that's all it takes to initiate me into this group, then well I've long since been initiated. What with all that stuff that happened before."


Night's growling had yet to cease at the constant insults coming from the AI, "You think so, huh? You've no idea of my intelligence, GRAY. Wouldn't even take me a week to rewire your circuits and make you a little more...compliant to orders. And maybe even increase your own intelligence while I'm at it so you'll not be giving out delayed warnings again."

"Now now, Night. There's no need to have our servers converted into a sea of fire chi. Speaking of, has anyone seen Volcarona since last night? I didn't see it after dawn, but I want to be sure I haven't become delusional." Sol spoke up. "Based on what was discussed last night, I wouldn't be surprised if it opted to go on its own accord to complete the task it was birthed for. And that does remind me..."

He didn't take long to walk over to the shelf and take a Snag Machine for himself. "I never did grab another one after that last one went in a blaze of glory."

"Wouldn't have gone that far," Night mumbled, highly tempted to rip her own SNAG machine off and fling it across the room childishly. Managing to control that strong urge, she simply sighed angrily and leaned against the wall, "Just would have made him a her and, as I said, made her a little less sexist."


"You steal pokemon from other trainers?" Michael asked, staring at Sub in mild shock before glancing towards Sol and returning to stare at Sub, "Okay, let me retract what I'd said earlier. Don't think I wanna be part of a group like that."