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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:21 pm
Okay, this was it. Emilie flagged down the overwrought redhead doctor who looked like she was calling the shots.
"Doctor? I know you don't have time to micromanage but is there anything I can do to help? I don't have official training but I'm not completely incompetent either. Any jobs you can't waste your people on yet?" She would have preferred to ask that other girl, Kofuku was it? but the pigtailed grunt looked like she would fall apart with much more pressure. Emilie guessed it was the upside to not really knowing anyone here yet, she just saw rockets, not friends in need of help.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:22 pm
"I know." Hayes glanced up briefly as another stretcher went by - but only briefly - and shrugged as if he wasn't sure why himself. "Least I can do." His mouth quirked in a little half-smile.
He didn't usually have his contacts in for so long, and they were starting to feel uncomfortable. The blond pulled off his other glove and rubbed at his closed eyes with the back of his hand, frowning. "Nh."
Another stretcher - Hayes grimaced faintly when he saw his immediate supervisor getting an oxygen mask fitted - and looked back to Nikki again. "How're you doing?"
As the agent looped the glove over his belt, one of the Pokeballs there wobbled.
"Chu?" Switch materialized at his feet, looking around - first right, then left, then up at Hayes. "P'ka."
"I'm fine. Hold on a bit, buddy."
"Piika," Switch grumbled and sauntered off, dodging medical techs. He made it to one of the nearby waiting benches and took up residence underneath it, watching the chaos from this quieter spot.
After a moment he realized he had company.
The green-eyed Pikachu looked over at his under-the-seatmate and blinked. "Pika chuu."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:26 pm
 When everyone was carted into the infirmary and treatment began TRP was conspicuously absent. It was as though the elite had just disappeared once she arrived back at HQ.
Eventually she did show up at the infirmary, once the doctors had already started looking people over. She looked about as pale as Seth while she hunted the other elite down. Wherever she'd been, it seemed to have left her a little shell shocked.
When she finally found Seth's bed she stepped over beside it, "..hey."
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[Flashback to ten minutes ago.]
TRP made a hopeless attempt at adjusting her filthy jumpsuit as she rode the elevator to the top floor.
Moments after she rushed into HQ with the Rockets who'd escaped by sea she was rudely yanked aside by an Executive Agent who gave her a glance over to ensure she wasn't bleeding, then insisted that the Boss had been asking questions about what happened ever since the first of the airborne Rockets arrived. She started to respond and found herself shoved into an elevator a moment later. "Don't tell me. Tell it to the boss." The Exec had said.
And now here she was, standing in the climbing elevator, covered in ash, rust and blood that wasn't hers. Her hair was a mess, the shoulder of her jumpsuit was torn and all she wanted was to get into the infirmary to check on the state of the others.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. This was the first time TRP had been in Lucere's office. It was a stark contrast to the rest of HQ, decorated in rich wood panels, expensive fabrics and subtle lighting. Still adjusting one of her gloves, TRP stepped into the large room.
"Sit down, Ms. Pierce." Lucere was seated at his expansive desk across the office. He looked up from a piece of paper he'd been examining and leveled his golden eyes on the frazzled Elite.
TRP nodded and crossed the room to sit on one of the chairs facing Lucere's desk. She suddenly felt very out of place, in her battle-worn mission clothes, sitting in a chair that probably cost more than any of the furniture in her quarters. She eyed the boss uncertainly, wondering if she was supposed to start talking or wait for him to ask questions. Her typical air of confidence deflated under the man's piercing stare.
Several moments passed before she gave in and spoke, desperate to end the horrifying silence, "I was told you wanted to discuss the mission with me, sir. As I'm sure you're aware.. not everything went according to plan, but we did return with most of the Poke Balls we were after."
"Most." Lucere sat back in his chair and turned his attention to adjusting one of his cuff links. "Not all."
TRP winced slightly and shook her head, "..no. But I would still consider the overall mission a success. The Pokemon we retrieved are very valuable.. and considering the circumstances.."
Lucere frowned and dropped his arms to his lap, looking at TRP again, "I am considering the circumstances. You're telling me that you should be commended for coming back with anything to show for your trouble in spite of what happened. Forgive me, I must not have all of my facts straight. I've been told that the police showed up."
"Well.. ...they did but-"
"But you survived? The mission was to retrieve the Pokemon without drawing unwanted attention from the authorities. You don't get a gold star for botching the job and managing not to die at the hands of your own mistake. Had you completed the mission without police involvement you would have retrieved all of the Pokemon and I wouldn't be pouring unnecessary funds into the medical resources that will be required to keep your team alive. Let's not forget that until they've all recovered Team Rocket will have less agents at its disposal. Your mistake has cost this company time and money. We can only hope that the Pokemon you managed to bring back will compensate for the costs of your failure."
While Lucere spoke TRP found herself unconsciously recoiling in her chair, eyes fixed somewhere around the man's tie rather than his face. When he'd finished speaking she finally risked a glance at his eyes again, "I'm sorry, sir.. ...but in my defense, the mistakes weren't really mine. The grunts on the team-"
"Whose team?"
"...my team."
"Precisely. The team and the mission were your responsibility. Failure to recognize that is only adding ignorance to incompetence. The next time you take a team on a mission have them properly prepared or don't bother coming back. Do I make myself clear?"
TRP nodded quickly, "Yes sir."
Lucere sniffed and shifted his gaze back to the paper on his desk, "That will be all."
TRP was grateful to evacuate the chair and disappear back into the elevator, blood draining from her face. When the doors opened again she steered herself toward the infirmary, trying to focus again on the matters at hand.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:35 pm
Akemi kept looking around as some medical staff came over to her and wheeled her away to another room. She was still awake, but could hardly hear anything or focus on anyone's face. She felt cold and sleepy, but she was also frustrated for not being able to move. The slightest movement caused a jolt of stabbing pain to run through her entire body, so she decided to keep as still as she could.
"I just.. hope.." she mumbled, "..that no one dies.."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:47 pm
Sorano managed to sniffle away his tears when the doctor scowled him. Applying pressure to the area, he smiled slightly at the Pikachu. Ah, all will be well, soon . . . yes? Not exactly. When Sorano saw Jen get wheeled into surgery and others soon follow, he felt his heart drop. Holy crap . . . were there really that many? What he obtained was merely a flesh wound to what they received! Never came running in after getting treated by Horatio in Sorano's room, his eyesight feeling better after the Shuppet gave his eyes a good rinsing.
Immediately, he jumped on Sorano and inspected the wound. Not too deep or life threatening, he can live. Sorano than crushed Never with one of his close-to-death hugs.
"Buds, glad yer al-right!" he said while a grin sprawled across his face.
The Flareon fidgeted from the pressure but inwardly smiled. "Glad you're okay too . . . " he thought.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:56 pm
Patches suppressed a whimper as he watched his human partner be rolled off past a set of double doors. He hoped they wouldn't amputate her arm. He wanted to go in after them, but knew he would be kicked out faster than a Meowth balloon could be blown out of the sky. That and he wouldn't be able to stomach it.
He jumped a bit as another pokemon addressed him, having realized the other sitting there no sooner than the Pickachu noticed him. Taking a moment to register what he had said, only to realize the Pickachu was jesting at his appearance, Patches continued to sniff hopelessly, reaching up to wipe at his eye with the back of his paw. "Vee." he mumbled, choking back a sob. "...ee... vee-ee..."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:06 pm
Leo nodded at Sorono, giving him one more pat. The flareon looked like he had things under control. Sort of.
The pikachu's ears twitched as the voices of other pokemon reached him, and he scampered over to the bench under which the interesting eevee had taken refuge. Hey, it was that pikachu from the car! It didn't look like time to be playing catch up though. Leo sat quietly next to the pair and brushed his tail against the eevee's side. He didn't know which human belonged to Patches, but he doubted it was one still in view. The pikachu tugged the bandanna from his neck and offered it to the other pokemon.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:11 pm
Nothing helps to cure a moment of mind-numbing panic like pure pain, and that's exactly was Reyard's yank on her pigtail did the trick. Her face still a little pale, she took a big gulp and nodded, snapping herself back into reality. "Yes ma'am." She said as she was tugged over.
The sight before her caused a knot to form in her stomach; the Elite she feared most lay on the stretcher before her as pale as a ghost with the dark red of the blood contrasting against him. It took Kofuku everything she had to stay focused on Dr. Reyard's words and to not stare gawking at Seth. Taking a deep breath, she summoned up courage from some secret reserve and forced herself to at least look confident. Giving Reyard a nod, Kofuku gave her a grin, trying to at least act like she was going to be ok. "Got it, bullet through and through on the abs, type A neg. I won't let you, or him, down."
With that, she turned her attention to the nurses who were beginning to ready for the transfusion, being sure to help out whatever which way she could despite the feeling of panic that still lurked in the corner of her mind, or the fact that her hands felt cold and clammy and she couldn't seem to stop them from trembling.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:16 pm
 Well... her stomach was empty now. Nyx wiped her mouth and staggered back over to the waiting bench Yamir was perched on. There were pokemon under there. They were probably soft... Nyx reached down and picked one up. She didn't look which one, just grabbed something soft and hugged it. Now that everyone was back home, the shock of what happened was starting to set in.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:41 pm
Yamir carefully jumped from her perch and sits on Nyx's shoulder. Feathers fluffed out, he reached out and nibbled on her ear gently before preening a strand of white hair as a means of comfort to the human.
When the human plucked a pokemon from under the bench, he paused and stared at the pokemon with pale eyes. "Geo Pigeo?"
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:52 pm
Leo's expression changed from sullen to confused as he was snatched up. He dropped the bandanna in front of Patches and waved before vanishing from the eevee's sight, cuddling against Nyx as she gave him the sudden hug. He didn't know this trainer but she seemed sad and tired, and if he could help.... "Chu," he cooed happily. "Pikachu."
He blinked softly at Yamir before shaking his head. Pika pii pii. He didn't want to upset the monochrome pigeotto, but he was curious, so he couldn't help but ask,
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 11:34 am
The fact that she was hugging a pikachu hadn't donned on her. She didn't look at the yellow fur, tall ears, or red cheeks: Her gaze was focused on the door they wheeled Jen past. Finally, after a good long stare, she reached up to stroke Yamir's feathers, partially to calm the bird, partially to try and make herself stop trying to see beyond that door. It was starting to hurt her eyes. Beaker escaped her ball and materialized on the floor in front of Switch and Patches. She recognized the patchy-one from the boat. Beaker the Barbarian was upset. She had missed what happened between the nice calm pokemon battle in the Hold and the escape via water.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 12:03 pm
Clyde had been one of the first ones to leave the boat, and was lucky enough to be one of the first ones back as well, and was done with treatment by the time the rest of the group had started to pour into the infirmary. He had no idea so many Rockets had gotten injured; it seemed like at least half were injured, and of course their partners followed. The grunt shifted in his bed, doing his best to stay asleep. Luckily his sleep was nothing more than any inky black, painless escape from the bright lights of the real world. While he was being rushed in on a stretcher, his half-awake mind managed to hear that he had lost a lot of blood, and would have to be taken in to surgery to have the bullet in his shoulder removed.
Although it was only hours ago that he had been dripping blood down his Charizard's back, it felt like days had past since the event. His shoulder hurt like hell, even though they got the bullet out. After the surgery he had a moment's consciousness to tell the doctor that he wanted to keep the bullet, and now it rested in his pocket. He heard it was good luck or something to keep a bullet you had been shot with. Whatever the reason, he thought it would be cool to have.
Clyde was just glad he didn't die. Or lose his arm to nerve damage.
He was slowly coming back to reality, and more questions bubbled in his dreary mind. Exactly how many people had gotten hurt? Was Bonnie among them? What about Pandora? Did they even get all the pokeballs? So many questions, not nearly enough strength to figure them all out right now.
The Rocket opened his sea-green eyes and was greeted by the bright lights of the infirmary. Not to mention the noise. Almighty Arceus, were these people loud! No wonder he had woken up. He tried to yell at them for disturbing his sleep, but only managed an incoherent mumble.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 12:16 pm
Leonard only came down to the infirmary because he was bored, to put it simply. He didn't have anything else to do that evening, and he wanted to see how the raid went. The clanking of metal and rapid talk told him that the infirmary was busy... so there were a lot of people injured... and that wasn't a good sign at all.
His suspicions were right. The sight of gunshot wounds, burns, and the harsh metallic smell of blood was a bit overwhelming. Leonard had to step out and cover his mouth in order to breath again. This is what Team Rocket is about? All that blood and pain? Sure he had gotten hurt before, but not on this magnitude. Not with so many people.
Eventually, he steeled himself up and entered back in. Luckily no one he knew were badly injured, though he did see some familiar faces. Trying not to freak out again, he went over to where some Pokemon were playing and watched them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:01 pm
Yamir let Nyx's worried fingers pet his feathers with no complaint. If it helped calm the human, so be it. It was bad enough his trainer was hurt, he couldnt accept that the scientist would be too.
He turned his head to answer Leo's question when the distant cry of "PPPPPPIIIIIICCCCCCCCHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUU" rang out in the hallway. He recognized that voice! With a sharp chirp, he glanced towards the entrance just a little blaze of pale yellow came zipping through the open doors.
Oh dear....
Aeon had heard about what happened in the dorms, where rumors spread quickly amongst the trainees. They had spoken of the Police gunning down several of the raid team and that statement had caused Aeon's heart to leap up in his throat. That was the only indication he had to get down to the medical ward as fast as his legs could carry him.
When he did, he began his search. Zipping between moving moving feet and under beds, between IV trees and under benches. He still couldnt find his trainer though!
"PICHU PPPPPPIIIIIII!"
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