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TRP was last to exit the helicopter, taking Axel, her charizard. Once the entire team had exited Stephen Micheal pulled away to a pre-arranged rendezvous point.

Star, who had pulled on his flight helmet, came around and fell into the lead. He gestured at the others, then flattened himself against Scream and took off faster than was really reasonable.

TRP rolled her eyes and gestured for the others to follow. She remained at the rear to make sure no one was left behind.

The flight to the Galactic airship took about ten minutes. They were over a heavily forested area. As they passed a ridge the landscape dipped into a ravine and the ship came into view. It was parked alongside a sheer cliff, nestled amongst the trees. On their approach Star's handiwork was visible. The gaping hole in the ship's side was impressively large. Rebuilding had begun, stretching long beams over the ragged opening.

Star took a deep breath and Scream fell into a dive, falling along the ravine walls, then angling toward the rear of the ship. The spindly man was laying flat on the large bird, as he'd instructed during the briefing. His approach was fast, and concluded in a swift landing atop the massive vehicle.

After only almost-falling a minimum number of times during the short flight, Inigo was very glad when his borrowed Pidgeot landed behind Star's on the airship. Could they get off now? Could they? Cou--oh there, she got off hers, so the grunt eagerly slid off his own Pidgeot's back before it disappeared in a flash of red light back into its ball. Alright, now to get serious...

...actually, he didn't want to get serious. Even though he wasn't anywhere near water, this was the airship. The last time they were here, Aila died just a few short hours later. He did not want to be here.. Best to get in, rescue their fellow Rockets, and get out. How hard could that be?

Gilda very much wanted to be the one in the lead, but as she didn't actually know where she was going she settled for sticking right behind the Pidgeot with the thin man on it. When the strange craft came into view her rider urged her into a dive and flattened himself against her back. A quick glance around her showed that everyone was doing more or less the same, and she only narrowly resisted the urge to do a few loop the loops to make herself stand out; last time she'd done that she hadn't been allowed to fly for what had felt like a lifetime. As such she touched down on the big craft like a good girl, and even let herself be sucked back into her pokeball; last thing she wanted was to go back to a cage, or storage.

Frost clipped the pokeball back to his belt and smoothed down his uniform and his wind ruffled hair, scanning for the access port Star had spoken of as he did so. They were standing on top of the Galactics' base. Somewhere under their feet were Xander, Hayes, and the other captives. Hayes at least had been in something of a state when Star had left. Who knew what any of them were like now. There was little sense in worrying about it though, worrying never helped anybody get anything done; he would just keep it in the back of his mind re: how to treat any Galactics they ran into.

Flying was pretty awesome. Arcadie had never really been in the sort of situation that would test it before, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that she lacked any fear of heights. Now the thought that dear sweet Birdy could dump her off his back and send her plummeting to a squishy demise at any moment was something completely different, though, and she kept herself braced, ready to lock her arms around the Pidgeot's neck at any indication of turbulence. She'd take the damn bird down with her if she had to.

Fortunately that was no concern, and the flight was brief and uneventful. Arcadie dismounted with an excited bounce when the flying-type alighted and returned it to its pokeball. It didn't seem there was anything she could do for now but to wait until they were inside, though it was a pleasant thought to hear that they had yet to be discovered. Maybe they could even go without discovery for the duration of the operation. Wouldn't that just be novel? She shifted from foot to foot - something she'd picked up in training as a means to keep her body in motion even when it was at rest. Waiting games, waiting comes. Come on now, this nervous energy won't last forever!

As Faleen cut open the hatch Frost hung back, eyes fixed on Star rather than watching his teammate's work. Was everything he had said about his reasons for leaving true, or was this just an elaborate plot to capture more Rockets? It was possible, a big sacrifice on Galatic's part but maybe they hated them just enough to blow a huge hole in their ship to take and torture few more of their people. Deimos was not the most stable of individuals after all, who knew how far he would go in the name of revenge?

If that was the plan it was oddly clever, madly simplistic.

If that was the plan, Mister Star would not live to see it come to fruition.

Rory watched as Faleen slowly opened the hatch with the blow torch. When TRP gave the order to go on, he followed the others into the hole.

Wow, was it small in here. How did anyone work in this area, he wondered as he took in the area. Which ever members of Galatic did must not be claustrophobic. Then again, he looked over at Ian, Star, whatever his name was, if all Galatics were that skinny it wouldn't be a problem.

Star had said it wasn't far. It wouldn't be long until they found them, found out how they were. It was easy to say there was no point in worrying but hard to avoid it. A lot could happen in a couple of weeks, days, hours, minutes. Not much longer to wait though, not much longer at all.