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Thanks goodness for that. Unbuckling his seatbelt Frost clambered out of the car, reaching for the luxury ball at his belt as he did so. Releasing the resident Glaceon he nodded briefly to Xander before setting off after Lore. Such a swathe of destruction. The power that machine must posses. Ridiculous or not he couldn't help being awed by what the leader of Team Galactic was capable of creating...

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Even Frost was aware that this was a terrible cliché but that didn't make it untrue. Any people or pokemon who had been in the area must have fled, and with good reason. Trees that had grown for decades levelled in a moment, the trail of torn trunks and branches sweeping away ahead of them. What did Galactic want here? What secret did they hope to uncover in the depths of the woodland? He supposed only walking onward would answer that question... He was certain that there was some oil in his hair.


Ears pricked up alertly, Skiron padded along beside his trainer; he had been told very briefly what was happening on the way down to the garages, but he hadn't expected anything like this. Whatever lay ahead, he was determined to be prepared for; this was the first major mission he and his trainer had been on, and he had no intention of embarrassing them.

Team Galactic was definitely here. It seemed subtlety wasn't in their vocabulary. He glanced around at the trees as he excited the car, holding the door open long enough to allow Saleen out before fallowing the executive.

The trees were gone, and it bothered him. He was wondering for what purpose team galactic was doing this. did they want attention? Either way, they needed to be careful, whatever had created this was big. He released his gengar, Shade, who floated beside him. "This doesn't look good."

Mau clutched a pair of pokeballs as he slid himself out of the vehicle. Once out, he called out Nuu, his drifblim, and Ire, his Jolteon. The blue ghost came out surprisingly subdued. Rather than screaming happily, she floated and looked at the destruction. "Nuu, keep an eye out for a gian metal bug." Mau instructed the ghost. He watched Hayes and his pidgeot, and nodded. "Keep the bird in sight." With a solute with three hands, the ghost drifted off.

Ire bristled and stuck to Mau's side like glue as he started towards the trees. She didn't like this. She didn't like the forest being in such... shambles. It was like her master's room, but bigger. And now destroyed. This wouldn't fly with her.

With the ghost on the look out, Mau and his jolteon entered the path of destruction behind the executive.

As the team progressed, taking directional hints with the help of Hayes' pidgeot, the path got increasingly difficult. The forest was dark and humid and the trees weren't easy to climb over. The alternative of avoiding the path of destruction instead presented the issue of dense foilage and getting lost from the inability to see their pidgeot guide. So the path seemed the better route.

This was unfortunate when they encountered a particularly large pile of toppled trees crossing a wide stream. On the upside the trees formed a decent bridge. On the downside, they were in a messy pile, looked slippery and rather unstable.

"Well this looks fun. Hope you've all got some pokémon to help you across this thing." Lore smirked back at the Rockets. He was a little out of breath from the trek thus far and had accumulated smudges of dirt on his uniform, but he looked to be having a great time. Finding a challenge for his team to overcome was just another plus.

By the time they reached the river, Repo was starting to feel the march. He wasn't terribly winded at all, but the back of his neck was surely going to be burned lobster red from the sun beating down. Curse his home being in a more northern region! He should have thought of bringing something to prevent this. At least he had some aloe with him. While the group was milling about by the log bridge (after a fashion) he swiftly applied some to his already stinging neck. Ahhh.

Crossing, as far as he was concerned, would be a breeze. There were two drifblims and a pidgeot here, weren't there? He nodded to Deine, who hovered higher, and over his head. Reaching up, he grasped two of her dangling arms. If he slipped, she'd be easily able to hold him up. She had the lift to fly him all the way across, but this way, with his feet on something like solid ground, he wouldn't have to worry about a stray breeze carrying them the wrong way.

Thus clinging to the pokemon, he worked his way towards one end of the river. The log-filled area was quite wide, and he looked back over his shoulder to see if anyone else'd be testing it out. "I donna think this'll be too bad. Deine can help keep people afloatin', an' I can send her back t'help s'more across, aye?"

The trek through the forest wasn't all that bad - Demyx hadn't fallen, and it was relatively quiet. Upon coming across the stream, a wide grin cracked his face once again. Water was his element. Even if he slipped and fell, he'd be good. But it didn't hurt to have a little help.

He pulled Arpeggio's pokéball, releasing the Vaporeon nodding towards the stream. Without a single word the pokémon trotted forward and slipped into the stream, swimming around the fallen logs.

"Alright guys, don't worry about falling in too much. Arpeggio will have your back!" Demyx said lightly, grinning and hanging back. He could cross last, make sure everyone else got over before he did. He was likely more at home in the water than anyone else on the raid, and was less likely to need any help if he fell.

Saleen grumbled a bit as she climbed over the fallen trees….she would need to get a big pokemon, like an arcanine, one of these days. This was a real b***h to deal with. Esther however, had no problem leaping over the trees. Too bad she was too small to carry saleen. When they reached the ‘bridge’ to cross, Saleen just frowned. Great…she didn’t have a water pokemon to cross the water with…she would have to cross from the log.

She didn’t want to fall in, whether there was a pokemon there to catch her or not. It’s bad enough she was wearing this, but to get her clothes wet would be awful! She would come home looking like a drowned rat! Saleen decided to try and just be careful. She stepped on the log, arms out stretched, and began to proceed with caution. Esther was walking behind her, having little difficulty, and was prepared to attempt to help, should saleen sleep. Now she just had to be careful…