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Oh, now it was a party. Aulus moved in and attacked first. Mau was close behind. A grunt trying to slip off to the side, trying to avoid the man with the stick, and the he was promptly met with knuckles to his nose. He was distracted for a moment as a pink whimsicott landed on someone's head and started... doing something. What was it doing? He was distracted for a moment before twisting the arm of a galactic back and forcing him to the ground.

"Anyone got a rope?"

Now that was nice. It was about time Rocket took the upper hand against the opposing organization; it seemed Galactic was always a step ahead of them, and it was immensely satisfying to catch them so thoroughly off guard. Aila recalled Revenant with a word of gratitude for the ghost's actions and returned the pokeball to its place alongside the others. She stood aside and calmly awaited the orders as they would follow. Unsolicited acts of violence weren't exactly her style, and Aulus and Inigo's Whimsicott seemed to have that part under control anyway.

Mau's call for rope was met with a brief nod and a second of her team at her side, this time the little Spinarak that she so detested. "Bind this lot, would you?" she said, referencing the spider's strong threads. With a sound of utter adoration, Mise complied, trotting over to the unfortunate assembly of Galactics at what could only be described as a prance and happily obeying the order given to him. Ailahuman needed him for something! Ailahuman was calling on him! Today was a great day to be alive.

Stopping short by the sudden explosion of people, the agent looked at them and smiled. He punched the closest one on the bridge of the nose. "Sure I got rope. I always have rope."

Shade came back around from behind, fallowing the humans out of the vehicle and unleashed another hypnosis. While his trainer backed up so he could get the rope out of his pack.

The grunts stumbled to a stop when confronted by an arcanine, an umbreon and the group of Rockets. Before they even knew these people weren't on their side, Aulus had taken down two of them.

"There's people out here!!" One shouted, "We need back up!" The rest of the Galactics inside the dunsparce scrambled out while one remained inside, trying to signal base. A moment passed before pokemon decended on them in a flurry of attacks. The grunts yelped and scattered. One flailed past as a whimsicott wailed on him, two more were frozen in place by Nemerle, even more were frozen by Absol. Any left standing were taken out by the second hypnosis and supersonic.

The entire encounter had only taken a few seconds. It was brutally one-sided. What had once been a functioning team was now a messy pile of Galactics.


As the Grunts and Agents attended to the true Galactic Grunts, Kunai made sure to tend to a bit of "clean up." She chucked out the only pokeball that belonged to her amongst the cluster she had brought for today's mission. She didn't tell the Pokemon what it needed to do before she went to locate the communication scrambler attached to the vehicle.

For a brief moment, a Pokemon that was taller than most people floated into the vehicle. What came floating out afterwards were the few Galactic grunts that had fallen asleep in the vehicle. Each one was glowing faintly of a blue color and as they came out of the vehicle, they were pretty much stacked up near the vehicle.

After locating the piece of tech that was firmly latched onto the vehicle, the small Elite whipped out her favorite tool, a kunai knife. With much ease, she pried the object off of the Dunsparce and it was soon enough tucked away amongst her current possessions. Her pokemon had obediently hovered its way back to her and soon enough she recalled it back to the Masterball it usually resided.

Since she had finished tending to the clean-up, Kunai gave out the command before entering the vehicle herself.

"Finish up what you are tending to quickly and get in the Dunsparce. I will not tolerate lollygagging." Somehow the Elite using such a term sounded out of place.

It didn't take long for everyone to get into the awkward Dunsparce vehicle. Once everyone was inside, they all had the unfortunate pleasure of experiencing 1337's infamous driving.

They were heading in the right direction, but eventually Kunai had to get out of her seat to walk up to the driver and shout a simple "KNOCK IT OFF!"

"You're no fun..." 1337 sulked with a huge grin still on his face. Despite his complaints, he rectified his driving style to something more suited to heading back to the airship.



The ride back to the airship would give the group a much better view of the giant airship. As they neared it a ramp leading up to the rear hangar became visible. It was clearly where the dunsparce had come from.

They got no strange looks as they cruised up the ramp and into the spacious vessel. The hangar was large and well-lit, lined with more of Deimos' pokemon-shaped vehicles. Galactics were wandering around everywhere.


The vehicle slowed down, preparing to park. Of course, the driver was drooling a bit at all of the different vehicles, because they were shiny. Shaking her head slightly, she gave her crew a set of directions.

"We need to exit the vehicle, but I need everyone to make sure to act natural. Make it seem as if you belong here, not like you are foreigners. I will personally poke you if you start acting like you are lost."

With that, she walked to the door, preparing to exit. Before leaving, she let everyone else know they needed to follow suit with a single hand gesture.

Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she then exited the vehicle. Immediately, she spotted a blonde woman approaching them. Since the pink haired girl was at the front, she was the one who received the obvious question. "You are back so soon?"

For a moment, Kunai was playing a role, once more pushing her glasses up over her nose again before speaking a mildly more nasal tone. "I'm sorry, but it would seem as if there is something wrong with the communications system. Once we got over the first hill, we lost all signals. We figured it would be better to come back and have a technician take a look at the situation." There was a pause before she added "Plus there's a strange clinking sound coming from the side panel."


The woman frowned and eyed the dunsparce behind Kunai. "Lovely. We'll have the team look it over and call you when it's ready." She seemed annoyed at the hassle, but didn't give Kunai a second look, or the rest of the group a first look. They were just grunts, after all.

And just like that, they were in Galactic Headquarters, casually following Kunai to the rear of the hangar. The Galactics they passed gave them the occasional glance, but thus far their cover seemed to be working. The area was pristine and everyone seemed organized. There was no time to eyeball other Galactics, they all had jobs to do.

Nioshii grinned down at the two others circling the people, dropping his doom stare for only a second. Once the enemy was disabled, he was recalled in his ball to wait for further need.

Luxury was swift with gathering her Arcanine, and swift to get in the strange vehicle when ordered to despite her shock at seeing the Mewtwo. No way was she being left behind, she'd never be allowed on a mission again, and AP would be ashamed to know her. Not like that last part mattered, no no no. Once inside, she caught glimpse of the blood on his knuckles and snickered. "Might want to clean that off, Sir." Formal in the presence of her peers and commanding officers.

The ride was a blast, Luxury found she loved 1337's driving, and was sad to see it put to a halt. Her nerves tensed when they drove right up to the ship and up the ramp. Now the really fun part beings.

Sucking in her gut at the threat of a poke, sensing said poke would be done with the knife she caught a hint of earlier and confirmed by Panther's mutterings, Luxury put on her best 'I'm supposed to be here' half-board look. A quick glance around proved the others were readying themselves as well. "Just like walking into HQ, right? Er, our HQ..." She whispered back, more to calm her own nerves since she was sure the agent had his under control. Taking a deep breath, she followed him and the rest of the pack off the ship and into the enemies lair.

Mau thanked Aila as she called out her spider to help with restraining the galactics. Yes, well oiled machine... well, mostly. At least no one got away, and no one died. Yet. But he was pretty sure that they didn't need to kill these guys. They would be long gone before the galactics got free. He recalled Mai, freeing the dunsparce from her vine-y restraints and followed Kunai inside.

1337's driving left much to be desired, and Mau more often then not was bracing himself against things. Hadn't 1337 proven before he was a terrible driver? Why was he allowed behind the wheel again. It was a good thing Kunai spoke to 1337, or he was sure a couple of rockets were going to get sick.

Act natural. Right. He straightened up a little as Kunai walked out and was approached by another galactic. Kunai could think on her feet, and it was great. And technically her story was true. The dunsparce had lost communications. It took a lot of restraint not to go dashing off and tearing through the base, looking for Nyx. But no. This was not the time to be blindly rash. His face was irritated, which was understandable if their test run had been cut short. He cast a glance back to Luxury as she commented about walking into HQ. Now was not the time to make careless comments like that.

Once the Galactics had been tied up, Inigo thought it safe to approach and pry Bonnie off the head of the unfortunate grunt she'd deemed her target. One tiny fist was clinging securely to the poor man's hair as she wailed her other tiny fist (and feet) onto his head and face - or hands, arms, pretty much anything and everything she could reach. "Whimsiiicott!"

"Alright, that's enough," Inigo said as he grabbed her around the middle and tried to pull her off, but received a flailed arm and an irritated "whimsii!" He let go and frowned, then shrugged and recalled her into her pokeball. It was probably better that way anyway - he'd already recalled Clyde a few minutes ago.

The ride in the mech was.. unpleasant at first because of 1337's driving skills (or lack thereof), but after he got yelled at it was better, thankfully. It should've been obvious to try and blend in, but the threat from Kunai served as a good reminder. As Aila fell in near him he offered her a mild lop-sided grin before toning it down and following the elite out, single file. It wasn't hard to act natural when he wasn't interested in the technology at all. Sure it was cool, but none of it was plant-related.