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As they neared the glow ahead a gate-like metal door illuminated by overhead lighting came into focus. Not like the door they'd cut through. This door looked like it slid open on rails and was surrounded by a thick wooden frame.

It was a lift.

Letting her actions betray her excitement, TRP sped her pace, running ahead of the Rockets. As she neared the lift and saw the state it was in, her pace slowed. Braided cables and electrical wires hung around it like spaghetti. Remnants of broken batteries scattered the floor. There was no way this thing was operational any more. It was also completely blocking the shaft up to the surface.

TRP tightened her hands into fists and turned around to look at Deimos. "Can you fix it?"

Deimos blinked and abandoned his hold of Tethys' arm to approach the rusty steel cage. "...yeah." He mumbled, eye traveling up the mess of broken wires, "..but not with a pile of pokédexes. I'm gonna need supplies. It looks like it's missing a lot of par-" He paused and sniffed the air. Eye widening, he whirled around and pointed frantically at Axel, then Tazieff, and any other pokémon in the room exposing an open flame, "PUT THEM AWAY! PUT THEM AWAY!!"

TRP tensed at the abrupt order, "What are you-"

"Gas! Mine gas! You're gonna kill us, get rid of them!!"

Clearly this was enough explanation, because TRP promptly recalled Axel and shouted back at the Rockets, "You heard the man!" As Axel disappeared, poor Stephan Micheal landed in a heap on the floor.

"Sod it!" Aulus grabbed for Char's pokeball and recalled the Charmeleon as soon as Deimos started flailing. Heart thumping, still wondering if he might be about to be blown up, the muscular young man moved forward and scooped up the fallen pilot, swinging him over his shoulder as carefully as was possible. He now had no free hands; one held his staff whilst the other steadied poor unfortunate Stephan, and if he had to drop one thing he supposed it would have to be his staff. Maybe some kind person would pick it up for him if it came to that.

"No one?" Well, so said Aulus. Maybe he was the culprit after all. A pokemon sounded much more likely, but it was a great deal more difficult to direct her frustration towards a passing wild pokemon than it was to do so towards a physical being who was right in front of (or behind) her. "Well, whatever." It didn't matter anyway, and TRP looked awfully excited about something ahead Unfortunately it wasn't long before this excitement faded, replaced by the Galactic leader's frenzied shouts.

Gas, flames, brilliant. Even better than the not-a-pressure-plate that was doing to detonate the whole mine. The poor injured pilot was dumped unceremoniously to the ground, causing Aila to furrow a brow in pity for the evidently expendable man. Aulus made short work of scooping him up, though, but it seemed this left him limited in his movements. If there was going to be an explosion or something, this would be highly detrimental.

"If you like, you can let my Metagross transport him," Aila suggested. The steel-type's large, flat body seemed a good means of moving the injured, especially with its ability to use Magnet Rise and reduce jostling.

She glances slightly to the side, eyes locking on the Galactic that was getting closer to her, eyebrows arching in a warning look.
she listened to his story "Banette, if you would be so kind..."
She said to the air.

A few moment after she said this, a hand was pressed against Orions shoulder, yet the source remained completely out of sight.
"Believed what you will Galactic, I reserve the right to think you gullible and foolish"
Not that she didn't already think negatively of him.
Banette pulled away after a few seconds, drifting to who knows where.

When Aulus picked up the Pilot, Faleen stepped back with the others, knowing that just being around this gas was dangerous. it would make using the lift nearly impossible. if just one spark was made from the metal rails, or from fixing the wires

"Mmh, yea, that is a good idea," Aulus agreed, bending to set his staff down for the time being so that he could more easily manoeuvre the pilot up onto Aila's Metagross. Once this was done he retrieved his weapon, pursing his lips and shaking his head at TRP. "Not the faintest idea," he replied, "I guess we should split up to search? I know that's a horror movie no no, but I for one don't want to hang out with all this gas around for too long." At least he would have Tortie with him even if he had to go off without any of the other Rockets; the patched Absol had been padding along patiently with him all this time, and hadn't huffed at him in disgust once. Smiling briefly despite the severity of their situation the red-eyed man ruffled his four-legged friend's thick soft mane.

As Deimos listed off parts, Tethys reached into her coat for a small notepad and began jotting them down in what was probably a practiced shorthand, since she was managing to keep up. Her Starmie hovered just behind her as if reading over her shoulder.

"Keep a small Pokemon out as you search," she commented to no one in particular. "If it faints, leave the area."

Ugh, mine gas. Could this get any better? Oh wait, they had to go search an abandoned, creepy mine to find parts to fix the rusty, broken, and thoroughly untrustworthy-looking lift. Oh well, maybe this could be a bit easier..

Another flash of light produced a bright orange Growlithe, whose tail immediately started wagging. "Artemis, we need to find supplies. Metal supplies."

Find?! Ooh, she could do that! She yipped in response and immediately glued her nose to the ground and began sniffing while trotting around. She suddenly stopped over the metal tracks on the ground and used the typical pointing pose before Claire sighed. "No, those are tracks. We need supplies. Find and fetch."

Ohhh! That made more sense. "Awrr!" And with that, she was off again. This time she completely ignored the tracks and began back-tracking, her big fluffy white tail still wagging as she did so.