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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 6:41 pm
Aile and Crystal looked at each other, the human wincing. Aile wasn't looking forward to this ride, but what other choice did they have? Crystal shrugged, figuring that she could figure something out to hopefully not break anything in case her weight and density became an issue. "Shall we?"
"Juust a sec. Left my artifact on the cot." Aile would dart off real quick, while Crystal would nod and get on board. She didn't have too much herself, so she didn't feel the need to try to find anything.
Once Aile had remade her artifact into her arm and made sure all of the stored items were back safely in it, she would join the others in the jet. And see where everyone had located themselves. "Uh.... Has anyone else even driven a vehicle before?" Aile would start to make her way to the cockpit, looking at the controls. She's driven some terrestrial vehicles before, but... Maybe this might not be too bad if there was some sort of manual and not an overly complicated process of getting started? As long as the steering device wasn't a game controller.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 7:00 pm
Espeon_Commander Once Aile had remade her artifact into her arm and made sure all of the stored items were back safely in it, she would join the others in the jet. And see where everyone had located themselves. "Uh.... Has anyone else even driven a vehicle before?" Aile would start to make her way to the cockpit, looking at the controls. She's driven some terrestrial vehicles before, but... Maybe this might not be too bad if there was some sort of manual and not an overly complicated process of getting started? As long as the steering device wasn't a game controller. Darts was already in the co-pilot chair in the cockpit located in the massive wyvern's head, flipping through the manual from the glove box of sort from the makeshift plane as Aile takes a look around. Ogerpon had settled into one of the passenger seats further back, having bored a look into Reno's back as he claimed she had chased him off from the staircase. She had done no such thing, and while she could put up with Darts' exaggerations and alterations from time to time the one thing she couldn't stand was an outright fabricator, a liar. It reminded her far too much of what had happened in Kitakami with the 'Loyal' Three. Her mask subtly swaps from Cornerstone to Teal as she settles in, a small frown plastered on the face behind it while she stares Reno down as he and the others board the plane. Back up front, Darts glances up from the manual, one red eye slightly wide as he glances to the 'cargo' back behind them both, the entire team filing in and buckling themselves into the massive green jet. "Okay..." He says to Aile, in the calmest yet quietest voice he can muster. "I felt like you had to have been a pilot at one point in time given your past but... if you're not a pilot then... I don't think we have a pilot." The Giratina hybrid cranes his head over to see everyone else settling in and tilts his head back and forth. "So... this is what we're going to do." Darts shuffles Aile over to the pilots seat as surrepetitiously as he can, nudging the desert rogue into the chair. "You're going to fly, I'm going to read the manual, and if we start plummeting out of the sky I guess I can jump out and try to stop us from going down in the drink. Do you have something up your sleeve that can help... obscure our way out of here?" As he continues to talk, he's reading the manual in his open hand, flipping switches and levers per indicated by Kaminko's wild scratchy handwriting. The Rayquaza jet begins humming to life, despite the apparent ramshackle upbringing the engines begin to whir with a nice, consistent hum. The consoles and other devices in the cockpit light up, blinking and moving in a very structured fashion. "Stabilizers, check... Fuel lines... where are those...? Ah, here, check." Darts mutters to himself, tapping the display in the cockpit. He picks up the radio from its spot in the holster and it crackles to life as he begins speaking to the rest of the team. "Attention Snagems, this is your co-pilot speaking, the ever-reliable Darts. Please fasten your seatbelts and turn off your SNAGs, even though they don't work at all, we will be taking off shortly. There will be no in-flight movie and don't forget to tip your flight attendant." His voice comes through the speaker system very well, impressive audio fidelity for something that was built in a basement. As usual, for what was supposed to be a ramshackle invention, Kaminko over-delivered on the Robo-editions of the Hoenn legends. More and more systems continue beeping and whirring to life as Darts keeps adjusting and twiddling knobs and adjusting things in the cockpit. He sighs, crossing himself slightly as they were out of sight of the others. "Alright then, captain. Take us aloft." He taps a panel in front of himself, adding coordinates to what was supposed to be the autopilot. It already had Kaminko's lab pre-programmed in so he was hopeful it would at least get them to Orre in one piece.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 7:40 pm
Aile would take a deep breath, pulling out Tatooine's Pokéball. "I think we do. I hope we do, at least. Tati." Aile would press the button on the beat up sphere and bring out her winged sand dragon. "Tati. I need you to see if you can get the Trapinch to all use Sandstorm together, maybe get a giant Sandstorm going. Something big enough to cover us leaving. Sound possible?" Tatooine tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded. "Then go out the hangar and ask them for help, please." With another nod, the Flygon would leave the jet and take off for the desert herself, with Aile taking another deep breath as she took her seat in the main pilot's chair. "Okay, let's give it a few minutes while she coaxes them." While they waited, she would take a look at the gauges and everything in front of her, peeking over at the manual to see if she was right in her assumption, and to see if there was any instructions on how to properly steer and control this thing. She'd also double check the yolk to make sure it seemed to be securely on, thankful it was not some sort of ridiculousness of a gaming controller. The Flygon would return maybe ten minutes later, shaking herself and nodding to her trainer. Looking at the entrance of the hangar, she would see the beginnings of a sandstorm all the way out here, and growing stronger. Impressive what a bunch of those little guys could do together. "Alright, let's see how this plays out now. Thanks, Tati." Recalling Tatooine, the woman would finally put both hands on the steering control, cautiously pushing it forward to make it go forward. All of her attention would be on this task of trying to get them from Point A to B, and she really didn't want to be the cause of everyone's deaths. Here we go.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 9:45 pm
Monique strapped herself in, nervous as Darts moved to fire up the Robo-Rayquaza. She had to hope this thing worked.
It occurred to her that, in this process, she was confronting the belly of the beast. She'd been, until now, divorced by time from the events that forged Snagem, that imperiled the world, that made it the vanquisher of Cipher. They were in her history lessons. But to many of her fellow Snagems, they were lived history and lived-in history. The history that had paved the way for the team she knew.
I might be the only one with no demons in Orre, she thought to herself. But perhaps that is my way to help the team.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 4:43 am
"Truthfully, I'd argue it'd be wiser if a few of us stayed back," Sol commented. "Freth and Lykas are out of commission, and while I don't have my doubts that Laverne and Dr. Stoja both have their ways, there's only so much they can do in a pinch." Amaranth was already boarding the Robo-Rayquaza when she turned her head briefly. "Yeah, I don't think we're in a position to do that this time? If we're going back to that cursed place, we're gonna need as many as we can fit in this. Besides, even if I'd rather stay back and not have to put myself through even more of Ein's works, I'll be a lot more useful coming along." "I'm not staying back either. I can't. I know what to expect from Ein. I can't say that about SWIPE, and I'm not really into waiting for them to breathe down our necks again. Chum, you're coming too."A quick turn and a defiant, but confused growl would come, prompting Cera to continue. "That's what your trainer was calling you, right? I don't trust you here alone."A snap of his jaws would come at that, screaming in response. She was talking about trust after what she pulled? What he watched? This whole situation was a load of Tauros dung as it was, his trainer was Arceus knows where by now, and she was why he was in this situation in the first place. Cera would raise an arm briefly at the protest, shaking her head. "Let me finish. There's another reason for having you come. I don't know how much he or you saw of Ein. But with all those scars, you've had to have been through a lot together. You might be able to handle seeing the sort of things these people saved me from. That they helped me finally stand up to and fight."She'd float on ahead, Sharpedo wondering where the hell the sudden dramatics came from. Still stuck in this predicament as it was, he'd follow inside. Might as well stay the course until a way out presented itself. Sol would be the last of them to get on board, hearing Darts as he spoke through the radio. "So long as no random levers are pulled after we're airborne..." he remarked to himself, taking in a deep breath before making very sure he was buckled in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 9:30 am
The jet taxis down the runway, gaining speed as it moves towards the opening where the makings of an enormous Sandstorm were beginning to brew, the grains of sand whirling and whistling by the hangar doors.
"Steady.... steady...." Darts cautions, clearly trusting Aile's flying as he braces himself against the console and closes his eyes.
The rest of the Snagems would feel a slight bump as the Rayquaza jet tips off of the platform and out into the wisps of sand enveloping the outside of their new HQ as cleanly and as effectively as a Smokescreen. Maybe luckily for some of them, the craft wasn't outfitted with any side windows that were readily apparent.
Aile would see the craft tip off the end and nosedive straight towards the ground for a brief fleeting instant before the whole thing swings and rights itself, an enormous woosh of momentum shoving every person, passenger, and Pokemon alike back into their seats as the jet engages its rear thrusters, shoving the entire group forwards, upwards, and into the air as they head back to the cradle of Snagem itself. The Orre Region.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 6:09 pm
As soon as I tracked down Tristen, the two of us found our way back down towards the jet and Tristen couldn’t help but to stare at it a bit awestruck…and worried. “Were…going up in that?” The Manectric teen asked.
“Yeeeep.”
“What abou-“
“Whatever you are going to ask, trust me, I already tried to be vocal about it and everyone here effectively ignored me.” I said. “Admittedly, at the same time, don’t have a whole lot of options either.”
“Well…it should work…” Tristen said, kind of struggling to say that sentence. “I mean, the Kyogre boat thing that I rode on to get to Citadark Island made it to there and back to the port in one piece.” He said.
“Well, you got more faith on it than I do.” I said. “Lets go.” The two of us would perhaps be the last one to board before the jet would make its way off to its destination.
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