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Nyx felt better after she was able to help patch Mau up, even if he insisted it was just a flesh wound, people weren't supposed to have nails in them; Especially people she was fond of.

The Elite wasn't a fan of having more than one or two pokemon out at any time, it made things harder to keep track of, though she trusted most of her team to be able to deal well on their own. For this particular bit she'd need someone a bit faster and quieter--her charizard would do the trick.

"Hey- I need a wig." The littlest scientist announced as she detached her cape. Without that flashy piece, the rest of her outfit seemed fairly normal for a Galactic's uniform.

Aila couldn't help but feel at least slightly guilty that she hadn't even noticed Izaya had been wounded in the fray until Faleen was seeing after the injury. She watched briefly, looking more through the Rockets in pensive silence than at them, and then redirected her attention to her own slight hurts. She bandaged the torn skin on her knees, cleaned the slight cuts on her palms, and took a seat somewhere unobtrusive. The ship was certainly fast and there wouldn't be much time for respite, but any rest was better than none. She closed her eyes for as long as she could manage to do so in an effort more towards serenity than actual sleep.

The Yanmega touched down, and Kunai briefed the group on the next leg of their mission. Aila somehow doubted that the second half would go as simply as the first - and that was after taking into account that the first half had ended in an all-out brawl. The call to remain in disguise brought the agent's thoughts to her torn leggings. Eh... who would really be looking at her knees anyway? If all else failed, she could play it off as having a clumsy disposition.

The facility only looked larger on exiting the Yanmega, though fortunately the security at the door was light enough. A hand instinctively reached for a series of pokeballs. Her direct attack team had done their duty; now it was time for the indirect team to have their turn. Aila's Crobat, Spinarak, and Pikachu appeared at her side ready to hear their trainer's command.

She indicated the four Galactics with an inclination of her head, "Confuse Ray, Constrict, and Thunder Wave." Understanding the nature of the situation, the three silently complied - though with varying degrees of enthusiasm - and rushed the guards.

There were times when things like this almost felt cruel. Almost.

It was a good thing that they got to see the guards before they landed, and Faleen could tell by the body language of many of her team mates that those Guards were going to get it the moment these doors opened.

Faleen had her own pokemon read, the dusk ball releasing the White Absol she had had out before.
He was quick, and able to move long long distances easily, not to mention the Absol's power in attack and the kind of attacks he knew, he would help get the job done.

The flurry of attacks that were flung out at the Guard was impressive.
Faleen couldn't help a small grin, but didn't count the guards out yet, until they were out.

In turn, Absol leaped out of the opening and onto the grass
"Aaaaab-" His mouth opened, a icy white ball twisting and forming rapidly between his pointed teeth.
"SOOOL!"
The Ice Beam shot from his mouth aimed at one of the guards, to join the other attacks from the other Rocket Pokemon.

Aki was more then happy to assist Sierra if need be. Since Mau hadn't called him back, nor seemed to mind, he would hang out and help her as much as he could. It was supported by Mau looking at Sierra and telling her "He won't bite." It was his way of saying it was ok to touch him.

As the rockets began to file out of the craft, Mau tossed a still slightly woozy Uta. "Confusion! And be quiet." He instructed the too loud Chimecho. No fun at all. But Uta grudgingly did as told, and rather then an honorable battle cry, snuck around with the other pokemon as they launched their attacks. Of course Uta did it with more flourish then anyone, waving his pendulous tassel and flicking it about as if it were a sword.

(Alkurah)
One of the female guards started forward as the door opened, metal staff in hand. "What's up with your communicators?" she called. "I can't find you on the- aieeegh!" Marle and Eclair's Thunder Waves grounded themselves on her weapon to her shrill dismay. As the closest to the group she took the brunt of the attacks, absorbing the Noire's Confuse Ray as well - not that there was much for the spasming woman to be confused about as electricity contracted her muscles erratically.

(Jih)
One of the unfortunate guardsmen's legs was on the receiving end of Absol's icebeam. It froze his appendage to the ground, and the man, Jih, let out a yelp. These were obviously not actual Galactic agents. After a brief moment, a large Kangaskhan emerged from one of the man's pokeballs, roaring in defiance of the intruders. The roar was cut short when a pink pokemon used super sonic on the kangaroo pokemon. It blinked a few times and then started thrashing around, showing no regard for friend or foe.

(Duhr)
The other guard, Duhr, held his hands over his ears as the tiny pokemon started using confusion on him. He took just a moment to grab the only pokeball from his belt and throw it at the scary looking pokemon. Out burst forth a large Gyarados, who sat rather still glaring at nothing in particular.

(Kleeia)
"Alkurah!" the other female Galactic shouted, clenching her fists. Her attempt to rush to her comrade's aid ended in falling flat on her face thanks to Mise's Constrict attack. "Ugh-" She pushed herself up on her elbows, face and uniform smeared with grass and dirt, and fumbled for a pair of Pokeballs. "You're not- Gardevoir, Starmie!" The two named Pokemon appeared in flashes of red light, floating elegantly above the ground (unlike their mistress.) Quicker than its psychic companion, the Starmie spun in a Rain Dance.

The skies grew dark and thunder rumbled; Kleeia, the most quick-thinking, pulled a small white device from her belt - except it wasn't there, but lying a few feet away from her fall. "Ah!" The Galactic reached for it, scrambling forward on her hands and knees.

Luxury didn't want to throw out her wounded when there were already skilled fighters on the field. Instead, the threw out Chora, with the order to rush the guard scrambling for an object.

Gleefully, the Purrloin complied, and dashed off.

Heehee, shiny object!!!

(Kleeia)
"Good job, Eclair," that was enough for that poor woman - unless she proved stupid enough to try and fight back in that condition, "now Thunderbolt the Starmie." The Pikachu, spying two of her comrades in proximity with said Starmie, was happy to comply.

The Spinarak was more than ready to return to Ailahuman's side and be thanked for a job well done, but her expression scarcely invited him back to her. "Mise, Spider Web." Large eyes sparkled meaningfully at his beloved trainer in an effort to win her over, but the act was in vain, leaving the little spider with nothing but to turn back around and throw a web of thick, heavy silk at the enemy Gardevoir and Starmie.