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Well.

He was glad that mystery was cleared up.

WHAT?!

Made to pay.

Xander.

Find the base.

He refused to fail, he would not allow them to harm Xander... but they probably already had. Well he would recover him with as little harm done as possible then. The boss' brother... Loreven. So this was it. This was the big secret he had been keeping, this was why he was so different to the other executives, why he had been shut up in his room... since the mission with the Ariados. His brother had kept him shut away since then trying to keep him safe, but he had escaped and now... now this had happened. He had to get Xander back. He had to. Or... or....

Or what?

The sun would still rise and he would still do his work. Damn! Why did he let himself get involved with people. It always seemed to lead to pain in the end.

Inigo listened with bated breath to the Boss's announcement, although he visibly relaxed when Alba's name wasn't among those listed. He suddenly felt an enormous weight lift that he hadn't known had been there before, and he made a mental note to go find his roomie the instant this meeting was over.

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Claire, however, had the opposite reaction. At first when Lucere had announced the list of names, her eyebrows shot up, her mouth opened slightly, and after a few moments her face paled and she raised a hand to cover her mouth. She hadn't gasped - she didn't make a single sound - but her purple eyes stared straight ahead, unfocused and a little glossed-over. It actually looked like she might pass out.

Woah. Wait. What?

That was a lot to take in.

First, seven Rockets taken? Luxury began to have trouble breathing. Seven. Gone. Tambrey she had encountered with enough to feel sick knowing she was one of them. And Loreven...

Second, Loreven. The boss's brother. Brother. Wow. Yeah, nice little Purrloin to let out of the bag.

Third, SEVEN ROCKETS TAKEN!?! No. No no no, not possible. Right? No, wrong... a very capable Agent was lost forever in the last mission, so nothing was impossible. Seven... gone... But they'd come back. They rescued Nyx, they could rescue the others. They WOULD rescue the others.

Luxury's fists clenched to match her jaw, breathing still difficult as she turned her wide eyes to Panther. Thank Arceus he hadn't gone.

1337 most certainly seemed completely intrigued by all of the details that his boss had just revealed with the full group. Of course, it would have been more fun if he had dug that information up on his own, rather than hearing it straight from the Rapidash's mouth. However, he already pulled out a glove, and began to "suit up" so to speak. With his right hand covered, he soon enough began with his usual keystrokes in the air.

"Ooooo... it's almost like this came straight from a Soap! This is so sinful, it must be fattening!" A big old grin had managed to find a way onto his face as he already began to tinker.

"...Um... hey... Boss-dude! I ain't bettin' on this, but did ya microchip Lore? I mean, it is an easier way to keep track of those things ya don't wanna lose and all..."

1337 definitely was quite lacking in the tact department.

7 rockets. Taken. Boy was he glad he did not go. Though he had recovered for the most part, his current max speed was about walking. Stil he wished he could have been there for Tambery, he name was on that list. And then... Lore was what? That was, very interesting. Damn those galatics. His hands twitched in irriatation.

Luxury's face turned to him, wide eyed. "We will get them back." he said quietly. Or he would burn hell fire trying.

Izaya spent a good several minutes standing against a wall in the hallway picking up bits of converstaion from Rocket who were running around like their heads were cut off. He himself didn't appear to be the least bit concerned about what had gone on during the last raid, but in actuallity, he was studying the flow - or lack there-of - of information.

It seemed that the reason why there was so little information about what had happened on the raid was because only three Rockets had returned to tell about it and only two of those three had been proper witnesses. This made things considerably more difficult for an information-gatherer trying to be inconspicuous. However, he did discover the names of those who had returned, and that was all he really needed to know to get the sort of answers he wanted.

Asch had been one of the ones back. Knowing Asch, Izaya knew he wouldn't have willingly left his companions behind, especially not in place of the Sky Plate that had been targeted in the first place. The teen had too much pride. Something must have forced him to return without most of the others. Not long after deducing this, the message Lucere sent to all their Rocket dexs lit up the displays, alerting them of the meeting in the lobby. Snapping the dex shut, he stuck it in his pocket and was about to walk over to the designated area...before changing his mind.

He kept his 'dex communicator on in order to hear the meeting, but he decided whoever had been sent to the infirmary needed his attention first. This likely included Asch and Alba. While the former wasn't likely to talk, Izaya was willing to be there when the latter awoke in order to ask him a few questions. He wondered if either of the two would have any other visitors later on, but as everyone else seemed to be at the meeting, he doubted it.

Taking a seat by the bed with the Rocket he soon learned was Alba, the black-haired grunt crossed one leg over the other, leaned back, and listened to the meeting.

"Don't promise things lightly, Agent," a female voice warned Panther in a liquid murmur. The redheaded executive had her eyes trained on the podium, gray gaze grave, but she'd overheard the tanned Rocket easily enough.

The Boss was not know to make appearances very often... in fact that in itself might just be an understatement.
So the fact that he was now stepping up to the podium, meant that there was something serious... something big enough that needed the entire Rocket population at the HQ to hear it.

There was a lot to take in with his words... hearing the names of those taken. Most of them she knew pretty well, most of all Alex Hayes. It just confirmed what she didn't want to hear, and lent in a much more unpleasant reality of what might be happening to him, and their other team makes... the other Rocket.

A gloved hand clenched at her side, even though her expression remained carefully still.

that wasn't the only thing that Lucere was there to say it seemed, and what she heard, reveling the truth about who Lore was, the surprise, caused her eyebrows to arch, large eyes blinking.
His... brother.
Apparently it was the kind of relationship where they cared about one another, or Lucere would not be do aliment about diverting all their resources to find them.

She lowered her gaze, glaring softly into the back of the Rocket in front of her.
DAMN that Galactic, god damn them!
Their boss was right, they were not going to get away with this, as a Rocket she wasn't going stop until They got their team mates back from Galactic.
Idiots didn't learn the first time what happened when you messed with Rocket, seemed they needed a reminder.

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"GANG GAR GAR!" A pokemon voice shouted from the crowd, and Bro' threw a hand up into the air, a frown set on his face, but his tone seemed to be a lot more angry and determined.
[Thats what I'm ********' talking' about!]
He pounded his fist to his chest a couple of times where his heart might be if he was human, then pointed at the man at the podium with blue hair.
[This dude said it! None ya'll standin' round with yer jaws open no more! Get our hommies back from those suckers!]

The Gangar continued for a bit, completely ignoring the fact that the humans could not understand him.
when he was finished though, he folded his arms over his chest, and sank back where he was floating, wearing a stressed, angry frown on his face.
[Rocket Represent] he grumbled, more quietly.