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Star ducked through the hall's 6 foot entrance and glanced at Faleen, "The maintenance halls go all over the ship. This vessel counts as one of Deimos' mechanical creations.. so I oversaw a lot of repairs. I know my way around back here. I'll be able to bring us out in the same hall as the Brig." He was glancing around nervously, like a frightened animal, "With all the focus on repairing my damage we shouldn't encounter anyone back here.." While looking over his shoulder his head collided with a low-hanging pipe.

TRP entered the narrow hallway after the others and shut the door behind her. She winced at the thud of Star's head against metal. "This is a stealth mission, try not to hit everything."

Star grunted and pressed on, rubbing his temple.

Sneaking through the narrow halls, surprisingly, went as well as Star had promised. Though dark, cramped and a little spooky, there were no Galactics wandering around back there. Navigating long passages and spindly staircases, deck by deck they made their way down to the brig level. The sound of muffled voices in the main halls outside grew louder as they progressed further into the ship, sneaking past the busier levels.

After about 30 minutes of navigating (and Star hitting his head four times while he looked around trying to make sure they weren't being followed), the spindly ex-Galactic squinted at a small sign beside the next doorway. "This is it."

TRP, who'd been bringing up the rear, squeezed past her teammates toward the front of the group, "Is it unlocked?"

Star nodded, rubbing a faint bruise on his forehead.

Very carefully, the Rocket elite turned the door's handle and pulled it open just enough to peer outside. "I don't see anyone.." She whispered before pulling the door open enough to peer out. The main hall outside was, for the moment, unoccupied.

"The brig should be two doors to the left.." Star peered over TRP, "There'll be at least four guards armed with tranquilizer guns inside. You'll need to take them by surprise."

TRP exited the maintenance hall into the larger hallway. As promised, the brig was just a few feet away. She eyed the closed doors and nodded, "Fastest pokémon out, people. When we pull these doors open the guards need to go down before they know what hit them."

To keep himself from worrying as they moved along through the passages Frost mentally constructed a supercharged V8. Once he'd finished that he started thinking about some of the designs for new vehicles he had floating around in his head, just waiting for enough time in their work schedule to be proposed. He was feeling much more composed, until Star announced that they were there.

Well, a shot of adrenaline would probably do him good.

Frost released Skiron from his Pokeball and nodded to the ice type. "There will be guards," he murmured, "as soon as the door opens pick a target and take it down with Quick Attack; we will need them all neutralized before they can raise the alarm." Unconscious or dead didn't matter much to him, just so long as the job got done. Xander would be in there. He would rescue him and then they would escape. Everything would be fine.

Fast things - oh, but she did have one of those! Arcadie reached for one of the four pokeballs at her belt. The one she drew away was marked with a sticker of a cartoonish dog's face. If it was fast pokemon, what better than something with an attack called ExtremeSpeed? She pressed the release on the pokeball, introducing the pink Arcanine to the ranks of the other assembling pokemon. The large fire dog took in her surroundings intently, and her ears flattened against her head, her expression contorting into the beginnings of a growl. The grunt ruffled the pokemon's fur gently, whispering, "Easy, easy, Doggy. Wait for it, then head in with ExtremeSpeed, okay? Patience is a virtue."

Charmant would not hear of patience nor its virtues, but she was all too familiar with missions like these; she knew what misfortune could be wrought from carelessness. The scent of the area burned bitter memories into her thoughts. This was an opportunity to avenge her human. It would not do to squander it on hastiness.

Mark "Flying on an Oversized Bird" off his future bucket list, Alba did not want to do that again. Not that it hadn't been a cool and thrilling experience while it lasted. Would Twitch ever be able to learn something like that? Speaking of bucket lists, this job seemed to have more occupational hazards than any jobs prior!

Alba stood back and let Faleen work on and set aside the hatch. When dropping through the hatch, he stepped forward into one of the walls instead of sticking the landing. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it... If Inigo or anyone looked over at him, Alba quickly waved off any concerns. It was just the jolt of the landing; his leg was fine.

Finally, they reached the door to the brig. At TRP's orders to call out Pokemon, Alba briefly debated the speeds of his team, and decided on Hazel. "When the door opens, you're going in and taking out the guards with the others, as quickly as possible. Think you can do that?" The little Deerling looked nervously around at Alba, each Team Rocket member, the Pokemon, the brig door, and back to Alba. She nodded resolutely. This was what her person had been losing sleep over. She wasn't going to let him down. Alba smiled fondly, and gave her a pat on the head. "Good girl. Use Take Down or Double Kick, whichever you think is called for."

Absol waited, hunkered down and out of the way of the team mates pokemon that were getting ready for the attack.
The moment the door opened he streaked in, the dark types eyes locked onto its first target, and let loose his Ice Beam at the guard.

Bro might not have been instructed to attack, but ******** if he needed to be!
He had been floating with the group eagerly, if Jerome was in there like they thought he was then bro was going to ********' get in there!
He waited till the door was open though, not to mess up the plan and get Jerome killed... if he wasn't already dead.

Once the door opened, Bro slipped through the wall, blinking into sigh and delinting a Brick Break aimed for another guard's face.

The opening of the doors was the only signal Charmant needed, and before Arcadie could give a word of permission, the Arcanine darted ahead, rushing the nearest guard with the requested ExtremeSpeed, undeterred by the sight of firearms. The medic stared after, bewildered. Fast indeed.

Pinkie charged through the open door and looked around before she spotted a target. She remembered her Rory's command and used Take Down on guard. She looked around and watched as the fellow Rockets' pokemon took on the rest.

She made sure her target was unconscious before moving to inspect the cells while waiting to see if she would be needed once more.

Pinkie heard the lady in charge give the order to open the cell and gave a small cry. She stepped back a few feet before using her Take Down attack on the cell door.

After all Rory had only said pick a target, he didn't say which one.