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Absol was returned to his ball for now, and placed back onto her belt, Banette however, was left out, she only could guess where he was, but trusted he was hovering close by her.
That had been painless, for the Rockets anyway, and already she was feeling pretty good… though that might have more to do with the fact that as she entered the Dunsparce… for being a horribly uninvented and ugly design, the insides were quite impressive, all the functions, was that a monitor showing the outside? Made sense, it was built like a tank and looked to be for drilling.

When Faleen took her seat, she couldn’t help but just look around, playing with stuff, wondering how it worked. Watching how the controls Agent 1337 was using worked.
Even as they pulled up closer to the ship… they couldn’t see outside, but she could see the visual, much closer on the monitor.
The Agent leaned forward in her eat, eyebrows arched high as she just stared, her Face flushing a little red as they pull into the aria that was obviously where they kept all the vehicles.
It… was… massive. The garage they kept their own vehicles did not even compare.

Despite herself she felt excited, and nervous and for some reason angry as they pulled to a stop, understanding the orders from their Elite, and then were lead out.
She lingered a little longer in the drill, allowing herself to take a deep breath. “Okay…”

Act natural… Act natural.
They just put Faleen in an environment that was the equivalent to a candy land for young children… and she wasn’t allowed to touch.
Okay, no, that’s okay. She was a professional, she could deal with this.

And she did, walking along with the others, staying closest to her Partner as they made their way through the massive room. She still got to look around, just being very casual about it.
Though, her cheeks were still a little pink.

The light chuckle, and comment from Nakura caused Faleen to tear her gaze away from one of the vehicles, and over to her partner.
Blinking, but understanding what he must be implying, blushing a little more in embarrassment, she reaches a hand up to gently brush her fingers over her cheeks once, trying to get control of this situation, and for the most part, succeeding.
"I think I might have." She muttered back,

Since the battle was over as quickly as it began, Hayes didn't so much stand on the sidelines as pause briefly in his approach. The sandy-haired agent glanced away from the grunts levitating out of the Dunsparce as his Glaceon danced over, frost still trailing on her breath. She followed him into the strange contraption, swirling around his ankles as he found a spot to stand - and then grab the edge of the console as 1337 took the wheel, prompting an angry chuff from Nemerle before he recalled her.

The tech's attention was on the monitors showing the view outside the drilling machine, and maybe Aulus jest had an element of truth because Hayes didn't take his eyes off the gleaming metal and glass outside to retort, "Try not to punch anyone in the face."

When they exited the Dunsparce, though, the agent seemed well at ease as he waited to be dismissed, hands in his- well damn, there weren't pockets on these things. Once they had he ambled along with the group, letting his eye fall naturally on the occasional passing Galactic or gleaming craft. Faleen's reaction to the mechanical marvels garnered an amused little twitch of his mouth, but for most part he blended in. After several years of working for a temperamental supervisor you learned to fade into a crowd, conveniently forgettable.

"Oh, hey." Hayes stopped a passing pair of Galactics in similar uniform. More grunts. "You seen the Boss's girlfriend?" He tossed the question off casually, expression mild and tone not overly interested in what he was asking.

One of the two Galactics arched an eyebrow at the question while the other rolled his eyes, "Last I heard she was in the cafe.. taking advantage of our hospitality."

"Should be in the brig if you ask me." The other muttered, folding his arms over his chest.

Hayes found himself using the helpless shrug and palm-up hand motion that, to his coworkers back on base, meant 'yeah, Seth just threw a trashcan at the newbie who knocked on his door at the wrong time, but we all know we don't work for reasonable people so is anyone surprised?' It probably carried similar meaning here. "Orders. Thanks."

The Grunts nodded dismissively and continued about their business.

Kunai, still leading the group, overheard this exchange. Her eyes caught Hayes over her shoulder in a look that didn't convey a lot of emotion, but didn't seem disapproving. She led the team out of the hangar into the spacious metallic halls of Galactic HQ. Everything about the airship's interior was designed to feel bright and open. For someone as claustrophobic as Deimos, it no doubt made a comfortable home. They didn't have to walk far before discovering a convenient map mounted on a wall. It was reminiscent of the kind of map you'd expect to find on a cruise ship, detailing general locations lost Grunts might need help finding. Amongst those was the cafe.

After a moment spent examining the map, Kunai nodded, "Deck seven. Aft." An elevator large enough to hold the entire Team wasn't far away. They passed several more Galactics on their way to the cafe. Their costumes continued to serve them well and the large size of the ship and crew worked in their favor. Not recognizing a few random grunts didn't seem anything worthy of concern.

They soon arrived at a long hall that ended in a row of windows and a door marked "CAFE". Kunai held up a hand, indicating the others should hang back while she stepped forward and peered into the cafe. She gestured at someone inside. A few moments passed before none other than Nyx exited the cafe to join the cluster of Rockets.

Nyx had to admit, she hadn't been expecting to see her team mates so soon. They were a welcome sight. "Oh, hey!" The elite smiled and waved, "Finally- I've been dying here." She said as she munched on a rather large cookie. She certainly looked the part of the boss' girlfriend, complete with specially designed galactic uniform, and a nice complementary cape. Nyx didn't notice any particular faces yet.

"Lets go to the balcony and talk." Nyx gestured to follow her and strolled casually along, leading the way to the balcony.

Once things were all cleared up with the Galactic Grunts, Tambrey recalled Lasi and then climbed into the Dunsparce (never thought I'd get to type something like that) along with the others.
She sat, silent, trying not to look nervous at the same time as trying to look serious.
This resulted in a kind of blank, quizzical expression; like she was pondering something serious.
She did note the driving though... And the change before they actually got to the airship.
Well, that had been a... fun ride.
Actually, yes. That would have been a fun ride if it weren't for the whole 'this is a serious mission' mindset that cobwebbed over any 'whee, fun!' thoughts that tried to sneak into her brain.
Upon leaving the Dunsparcemobile, Tambrey took heed of the instructions given... and found herself keeping the exact same expression she'd had anyway. Though now it involved a little more looking toward the ground or where she was going; not going to look at anything fascinating, nope.
Not going to let that little smirk creep in for Hayes' acting, nope.
Not going to let the grin at there being a map on the wall to creep up.
Lip twitches; she was sure she probably had them. Oh well.
And... it was -hard- not to oggle things in here; there was a lot of neat stuff... A twitch on her lip or a tiny smile; these couldn't be things to beat herself up over when she'd done well enough not to gaze all around.
The place was /nice/... Impressive and... nice. It was rather odd.
She was glad when they reached the cafe... Things were just going so smoo- wait. No. Bad, bad thoughts. Never -think- that; thoughts like that were the precursor to falling buildings and exploding hedgehogs...
And there was Nyx.
Izaya's comment was enough to sum things up, for her.

Luxury was quite shocked at the ease in which they all moved through the base. Really? We're they dressed that perfectly? Didn't the people around here know each other, and couldn't they tell when something was off? Apparently not. Luxury had to laugh in her head. Had these guys tried to get into their base they'd be stopped before they even got to the door.

She was on edge, to say the least. This was all too easy. Maps? On the walls? This wasn't the freaking mall, this was the head quarters of a very nasty team of people. Something didn't feel right... Luxury hoped it was just her nerves.

When Kunai went into the cafeteria and came back with Nyx, she breathed a mental sigh of relief. The Rocket was ok, that was good. Well, she looked more than ok really. She looked great. Pampered. Jeezum, she had that boss guy wrapped around her little finger. Luxury grinned in her head at this. That's a Rocket girl for you, tough as nails and charming as can be.

So far so good, Faleen herself was a little surprised with how easy this was... At least for now, she's sure if they stuck around longer then was necessary someone was bound to catch on. Unless Galactic really didn't pay attention to personnel as closely as they should.
Not that Faleen was complaining, this was good for them.

They seemed to be forthcoming with information to anyone in a grunt uniform as well, this was also good. That was very clever thinking on Hayes's part, and a bold move, not one she would have been so willing to try.
And it lead them to the Cafe of the Galactic ship, and pretty soon, the samilier fluffy haired Elite stepped out and joined them.

Faleen arched her eyebrows, smiling lightly, she was pleased to see Elite Nyx, and in… a much better state then one would expect after being captured by the Galactics.
Goodness, that uniform did not suit her.
Shaking her head lightly, with a look that showed she disagreed with her partner Nakura.
Keeping as neutral as she could until they go somewhere more secure.

"Isn't it?" Nyx gave Izaya a grin.

Nyx waited until everyone was through the balcony door before she closed and leaned against it, just to keep any random passerby's from opening the door. "I don't know how much time we have, so I'll make this short. Deimos and Tethys are off the ship for now. I don't know what they're doing, but it is important--Deimos wouldn't tell me any details, but it has something to do with legendary pokemon." That made it stick in her mind, since the Galactic Boss had been more than willing to tell her anything else she wanted to know. Nyx's brow furrowed, "We need to find out what they're doing. All I know is that this facility is somewhere around Johto."

Once the door shut behind them and Nyx started talking, Kunai listened to the elite speak, making no comments on her flamboyant uniform. "Johto." She repeated, "We'll need more information." Her eyes trailed to Hayes and 1337. Two skilled hackers hadn't been selected for this mission for no reason. "We need to access their system. Their database must contain information on other Galactic facilities, Johto included."

"Oh, and they took my pokemon. I haven't been able to get them back, and I'm not really of any use without them." Outside of the labs, that was. And punching out old men. "I'm going to need help getting them back."

Kunai gave an expression that suggested the inconvenience of this news. "Do you know where they are?"

"They're keeping them in the brig." Nyx was no less inconvenienced by this fact.

"Very well. We'll split into two teams. I will accompany one to locate a computer or terminal we can access in privacy. Nyx will accompany the other team to recover her pokemon from the brig. We will rendezvous at the brig when we're finished. Team one, follow me." And with that, Kunai exited the balcony, heading back indoors.

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OOC: Time to split up into teams! The choice is entirely up to you. The two teams don't have to be even. Team One trying to find a computer to access will include Kunai, Hayes and 1337. This group will involve tech, intel and will be more about observation than interaction. Team Two will be led by Nyx going to the brig. There's a pretty good chance the guards there won't just hand her pokemon over, so the Rockets on this team can expect some interaction and confrontation. Please include your chosen team in bold text at the top of your next post.