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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 12:15 pm
Aile sighed quietly while she listened to the twins. "I hadn't even thought we did anything to Hoenn, is the thing. I mean, our first encounter wasn't the best but some of us didn't have much control over our Pokemon..." She shook her head and grumbled. "Did Norman at least figure out who it was?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 1:06 pm
"Well," Isaac remarked as he relaxed his vice grip on the handle now that the hole was plugged, "That works for now. However, there is no way that an ice patch will survive the heat of reentry. Speaking of which," Isaac turned to Sub, who was approaching the door, "I have no means of controlling the flight path of this thing from here. We need to get into the cockpit for that. Although, Ein..." He let the statement hang as Sub gripped the compartment latch and turned it. They were going in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 2:06 pm
Requiem of Whyspers Back in the rocket, Lykas returned to the fighting just as it came to an end. Seeing S-22 expelled from the spacecraft through an improvised airlock, he latched his ponytails onto the nearest solid objects he could, digging his heels in as he released his Milotic. "Nuregami, use Ice Beam on that hole right as I hit it, got it?" He instructed, pooling his chi together until he had enough, firing a Water Spout from his forehead gem directly at the hole just as Darts was removed from the path by Reno's last-ditch maneuver. Right as the massive horizontal pillar of water struck the hole, it was hit by a solid beam of pure cold, freezing solid in an instant into a sort of icy plug. At this altitude, it should hold tight for quite a while, freezing any prior attempts at patching the hole in it as well, reinforcing them further. "Let's go end this." The Jellicent hybrid stated just as quickly as the vacuum stopped threatening to rip his hair out and tear him out into the semi-void of the upper atmosphere, his eyes clouded with thoughts of payback as he scooped Cera up with one of his ponytail tentacles. "And you guys were fantastic there." He told the Mew and Sub, along with his Pokemon. That combination had to have taken a lot out of the both of them Isaac Hawking "Well," Isaac remarked as he relaxed his vice grip on the handle now that the hole was plugged, "That works for now. However, there is no way that an ice patch will survive the heat of reentry. Speaking of which," Isaac turned to Sub, who was approaching the door, "I have no means of controlling the flight path of this thing from here. We need to get into the cockpit for that. Although, Ein..." He let the statement hang as Sub gripped the compartment latch and turned it. They were going in. SubonicXP As the hole in the rocket was sealed shut and Sub no longer had to rely on Griswold and Ulalume to keep him and his other two Pokemon from flying out with S-22, the man was finally able to catch his breath, falling to his knees panting. "He'll find a way back." Sub said aloud, to no one in particular, referring to S-22. "But he is not a concern at the moment..." The Dark One said as he stood up and recalled all his Pokemon, gracing the rest of the battle worn Snagems with only the slightest of glances. "Ein." He said the mad man's name, finally taking a hard look around his surroundings to see if there was another compartment to this rocket, perhaps that's where they'll find him. And that's when he saw it, the door to the cockpit. The man said nothing more as he approached the door, reached out, and opened it to find either vengeance or ruin in the form of a certain scientist, he hoped. Darksol88 --- However, things on the rocket were still arguably more chaotic than it was for those on the ground. Even with S-22 ejected out thanks to Cera's attack and the impromptu creation of an airlock, there was still the matter of that hole. And, as she would realize, being the one to fire such an attack meant two things. The first was the sheer force of it throwing her into a wall, which felt mild compared to the second: the vacuum from the hole she made immediately trying to throw her out too. And, exhausted as she was, no amount of throttling her would prompt a spontaneous teleport to safety, even as she tried to cling onto something, anything to remain inside. Unless someone could further stop her from being flung out, it was unlikely that Reno's efforts would come quickly enough to keep her inside and the team would instead find out that a Mew could possibly be launched into space. The cockpit opens and there's a slim figure seated in the chair at the front of the rocket, a shock of black hair rising from above its padded exterior clearly marking his location. There are two crumpled bodies on the ground that the Snagems have to step over to move forwards. Two astronauts, clearly the original crew of the ship with their faces looking clean behind them, some immense monstrosity possibly related to the one they had just ejected from the ship having snapped their necks in seconds. At least their passing had been quick and painless. The person in the seat turns, and Ein's face looks back towards the group, seemingly appraising each of them in turn. And then does something unexpected. "Please!" he shouts, falling forwards from the cockpit seat and onto the ground. "Help me!" There's a desperate pleading in this Ein's voice and he grabs the first person who made it into the cockpit, in this case Sub, and grovels on the ground in front of them, tears streaming down his face. "I'm just a rocket pilot... I want to go home... I didn't even get to kiss my daughter goodbye..." he sobs, shaking the Snagem leader's hands plaintively as he cries from emotion. Tesei Utakata Reno examined the barriers that stood in his way, pondering when exactly Ein had put together such formidable mental defenses. Their last introduction had shown he didn't even know that Reno was Co-Leader now. So what could ahve created- Without warning, Reno found himself ripped back into reality, the sudden sounds of rushing wind and claws scraping across metal greeting his ears as he did so. Quickly grabbing his bag with his only arm before grabbing a pair of Pokeballs, Reno ordered, "String Shot and Telekinesis! Build a blockade over that hole, Nova!" Releasing what little grip he had managed, he watched as the Volcarona and Kadabra set to work on plugging the hole. Much too slowly to keep Darts from being sent into the open air. Giving a quick pat to Harleen inside his bag, Reno let himself go flying into Darts and used the hybrid to slow himself down with a flying tackle. Brushing a finger against the Giratina hybrid just before the impact could send him away, the pair teleported and reappeared towards the cockpit door. By then, hopefully the two Pokemon and whatever else Snagem could muster to block off the hull breach would keep him and Darts from punching straight through. Hopefully whatever scraps Kaiden could grab mixed with the webbing could save them. Back in the other room, the iced patch on the wall was holding strong as Darts, Cera, and Reno smash into the ice and other reinforcements serving as a barrier between them and the long fall back to earth, but it holds, letting them drop to the ground mostly harmlessly in front of it. There's a subdued hissing in the background as air pumps try and fail to restore the atmosphere inside the cabin, wind whistling outside against the ice as it whooshes past. Darts groans, struggling to get to his feet. Every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire, and as the Giratina hybrid puts an unsteady hand on the wall to haul himself back up, it was clear he didn't have much more in the tank as his arm gives out, sending him back to the ground with a hearty 'thonk' as his crest ricochets off of it. "Reno... Cera...?" He groans, unsure of himself."Did I just take a nap or something...? What happened?" His voice was hoarse like he had just swiped a pack of cigs from Zera, and he sits up again, feeling the edges of his esophagus inside his neck with his hand. At least he hoped it was an esophagus, his knowledge of his own biology could have been completely off. Darksol88 The good news, Aden thought, was that everyone inside Mission Control seemed to be fine. More than that, in fact. While the data and what everyone else was doing might as well have been early-day Kalosian to him, it took far less experience in rocket science to understand what Professor Cozmo was saying. Was this actually a success? Wait... maybe not quite. He could at least figure out what the map was relaying, and he doubted it looked entirely good despite part of the mission being accomplished. At least, based on only 90% of the intended trajectory. He wanted to ask how long it was going to stay on that trajectory, given there was the issue of potentially having to get out of the rocket, or at least, he assumed as much. But, given the arguably pressing matters going on, he opted to keep silent for now. Let the scientists who knew what they were doing handle this; if anyone was going to be able to instruct anyone on board, it'd be them. Inside the control center, there was a good deal of jubilation and Cozmo found Aden with a sour face looking at the control monitors. "Aden my boy, what's with the long face?!" The old scientist asks, wandering up to him with one of what had to have been several bottles of expensive champagne the scientists had uncorked due to their findings, spraying one another with the foamy alcohol inside the mission control center. Even the world's best researchers had to unwind a little bit, and it was going to go to waste anyhow... "Your people outside performed magnificently by protecting this city, and if these readings are any indicator the people up above us," here he points upwards at the ceiling for emphasis. "Have done just as well if not better. Hohoho, I can't wait to tell Bulder our data set... What's the hang up?" Darksol88 "Sounds like what we were hearing from Devon on the subject..." Though Amaranth hadn't exactly been there for the events, she did at least remember what had been said concerning everything after the fact. Even so, she wasn't sure why there would be such a grudge; only that not everyone within HAZARD agreed with it. "I'll guess he couldn't find that part out?" She asked. In the meantime, Sol would do what combing he could of the city. If he had to compare the aftermath to anything, it looked almost like something out of the old B movies with gigantic Dragonites and the like. It was easy to tell Mossdeep City had taken a lot of damages, but seeing the combination of people, medical personnel and HAZARD grunts trying to at least salvage what they could, it was unlikely to stay that way for any longer than necessary. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that more than a few in the city were looking to them more as heroes than anything. He'd eventually land after his assessment, if only to provide further help for anyone that needed it. Espeon_Commander Aile sighed quietly while she listened to the twins. "I hadn't even thought we did anything to Hoenn, is the thing. I mean, our first encounter wasn't the best but some of us didn't have much control over our Pokemon..." She shook her head and grumbled. "Did Norman at least figure out who it was?" The twin gym leaders both stop suddenly and turn, looking up into the sky with an abrupt stop. They both point out over the edge of the island. "We think it's better if you ask him that question yourself." On the horizon was a small group of black military choppers, four to be precise, emblazoned with the H.A.Z.A.R.D. logo on the side of them. They whirl about in the sky for a couple of moments as they attempt to find a landing spot in the wreckage to set down, before deciding on the launch pad outside of Mission Control. The group of imposing aircraft sets down with a hiss, their chopper blades slowly coming to a halt as what seemed like half a military garrison poured out of them. Behind the rows of armored H.A.Z.A.R.D. specialists, two people come out of two separate hellicopters, astonishment on their faces as they survey the smoking remains of the city. One people who had been there would easily recognize as Norman, Petalburg City Gym Leader. The other was unfamiliar, an older gentleman with pepper-grey hair beneath a white fedora, matching exquisitely with his blue pin-striped suit. A gold signet ring glinted on his finger in the waning light of the sunset, the sun beginning to sink behind the horizon as the destruction of the day spread before the two gentlemen. The procession begins to proceed into the city, the guards clearly on high alert as they move. Requiem of Whyspers Kaya, on the other hand, recovered from his own exhaustion as quickly as possible, struggling against his burns in order to climb to his feet, surveying the city to the best of his ability. He couldn't do, much, moving as slowly as he was but he did what he was able. Finding the fires here and there, he released his Marill along with his Leavanny and his Dunsparce. "Nigel, Constantine, do what you can to extinguish these flames. Prim, use your String Shot wherever you see something coming apart. We need things stabilized as much as possible while we evacuate people to safer places." He instructed the three. The Maril and Dunsparce nodded in unison, traveling to a fro, using Aqua Tail to douse flames and Dig to bury and suffocate them when appropriate. The Leavanny stayed by Kaya's side, using her sticky silk threads to temporarily glue bits of building and wall back together for what time it would hold, helping to support Kaya in the process. Kaya's efforts did not go unnoticed by the people of Mossdeep, firefighters joining in alongside his Pokemon in extinguishing the blazes with gusto, fire hoses coming to bear alongside the Aqua Tails and groups of other personnel with shovels to flip piles of mud and debris over on others, aiding in snuffing out the still remaining fires. The Leavanny's work was appreciated too, as people began building barricades and other temporary support beams to help keep the buildings that were upright in the same position they were in. "Mommy..." A little girl gasped near the Klefki hybrid, pointing rudely in his direction, though not out of malice. The only house she had known was in the apartment building Kaya was busy architecturally saving. "Are they really here to save us?" The mother bustled forwards, pulling her child away who went reluctantly, trying to catch a glimpse of their would-be rescuer for another second as she got moved away. A singular tiny hand would wave over mother's shoulder at Kaya, all the thanks someone that age could give.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 2:21 pm
Atlantis_Darts The cockpit opens and there's a slim figure seated in the chair at the front of the rocket, a shock of black hair rising from above its padded exterior clearly marking his location. There are two crumpled bodies on the ground that the Snagems have to step over to move forwards. Two astronauts, clearly the original crew of the ship with their faces looking clean behind them, some immense monstrosity possibly related to the one they had just ejected from the ship having snapped their necks in seconds. At least their passing had been quick and painless. The person in the seat turns, and Ein's face looks back towards the group, seemingly appraising each of them in turn. And then does something unexpected. "Please!" he shouts, falling forwards from the cockpit seat and onto the ground. "Help me!" There's a desperate pleading in this Ein's voice and he grabs the first person who made it into the cockpit, in this case Sub, and grovels on the ground in front of them, tears streaming down his face. "I'm just a rocket pilot... I want to go home... I didn't even get to kiss my daughter goodbye..." he sobs, shaking the Snagem leader's hands plaintively as he cries from emotion. It was as if Sub had stepped out of a rocket and into the middle of a dramatic play. When he first entered the room he was overcome with rage and a blood lust no other, finally seeing the mad man in the flesh after all this time, even if it was only the back of his head. When he turned around and saw the face it looked just like Ein but there was something wrong, this face was full of emotion, unlike Ein. Confusion now set in. And finally when the man grabbed his hands and begged for his life pity began to feel pity for this man, this Ein. "You're not Ein..." Sub said, the words struggling to find their way out of his mouth. How could this person not be Ein? He looks like Ein, just like him in fact but it wasn't Ein, Sub knew this to be a fact. But how could he know it wasn't Ein and the man was just feigning emotion for pity? No, that's not possible, Sub knew this, he just did. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 3:38 pm
Though Cera had been scooped by one of Lykas' tentacles, it hadn't been quite enough to fully stop her momentum. It was, however, enough to barely slow her in time and allow her to crash into the makeshift patch on the wall, falling to the ground shortly after. Her chi was beginning to force itself back to normal in the name of stability, the channeling link she had with Sub being severed whether either of them wanted it to be or not. As she began to speak, however, it was evident that being wreathed in so much Dark chi at one shot was still having an effect on her. "What happened? We got our airlock, that's what happened. Wonder how big of a crater S-22 will make when he lands..." She had a strong feeling that even being shot out of a rocket wouldn't do S-22 in, but for now, he wasn't an issue.
"Oh, and you went out to lunch and punched toothy and crazy a bunch. Yanno, a normal Monday."
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"Sorry, must've misread the map," Aden spoke up after a second, trying to lighten up ever so slightly. To him, he thought maybe it could still end up off course or it at least had been before he went inside, but he couldn't say he knew much more than the visual part of what had to be a much bigger picture he simply didn't understand. Regardless, most people didn't celebrate things going awry, further fueling a prompt decision to not react on what he didn't know. But he did have one question. "There's no hang up, not anything major. But... how're they gonna get back down?"
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Amaranth would initially stay silent as the twins answered, hearing the helicopters as they came in, bracing herself as the wind picked up while they looked for somewhere to land. Seeing rows upon rows of H.A.Z.A.R.D. personnel left her uneasy, even as Norman and someone else she didn't know came behind them. Much as she intended for her first question to be to ask Norman if he had found anything out, she had more questions about the other person with him. "And he is...?" She asked, keeping her guard up.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 5:45 pm
Aile would turn to see Norman and the unknown head of HAZARD. She'd leer at the guy, unconsciously spreading her feet shoulder width apart and bringing her hands behind her back. "So, just who on Arceus' green earth are you, and why have you been giving us grief," she'd blatantly ask, finally bringing down her goggles and letting them rest around her neck.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 5:54 pm
As I started to make my way off to start trying to find anyone in dire need of help, I noticed that HAZARD started to find their way down to the city. "..." I was starting to get a bit on guard myself. I don't know if all of HAZARD is on our side or not. The only ones I knew of was the ones patrolling the desert.
"Blizzard?" Freth spoke up.
"Keep at it for the moment...I'm just trying to stay alert right now. Ein's guys disappeared somewhere, and we got HAZARD here and I don't know if they are on our side or not. This isn't over until we get everything resolved." I said.
"I thought HAZARD was on our side." Tristen said.
"The desert outpost is..." I said. "Everyone else...I dont know."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 6:22 pm
"Not Ein..." Isaac didn't know if he was more incredulous over this supposed Ein's act, or Sub's responce. "If this isn't Ein, then how did he transform this pilot into a copy of him?" Shaking his head in confusion, Isaac continued after a moment, "Sub, can you figure this out? I'm gonna try to figure out how to fly a rocket." Sighing as he stepped over to the instuments, he muttered, "I'm not looking forward to landing this thing."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 8:20 pm
Reno had the unfortunate joy of ending up between Darts and the ice wall when they ah phased back in to reality, leading to the Co-Leader getting crushed between the Giratina hybrid and their makeshift retaining wall. Letting out a grunt as the air rushed from his lungs, he simply laid against the wall while Darts made his failed efforts to get up. "Outrage fueled insanity. We blew S-22 out the side of the rocket. Then physics said ******** Darts. So I said ******** physics and teleported us back to the start of the fun of decompression dragging people away while we plugged the hole. Then you crushed my ribs, the end. Somebody mind helping me up? I'm a little short handed right now." Laughing at his own little pun, Reno soon felt into pained wheezes as he grabbed at where his left arm used to be. Why was it always the big events that killed his arm?
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 11:26 am
SubonicXP It was as if Sub had stepped out of a rocket and into the middle of a dramatic play. When he first entered the room he was overcome with rage and a blood lust no other, finally seeing the mad man in the flesh after all this time, even if it was only the back of his head. When he turned around and saw the face it looked just like Ein but there was something wrong, this face was full of emotion, unlike Ein. Confusion now set in. And finally when the man grabbed his hands and begged for his life pity began to feel pity for this man, this Ein. "You're not Ein..." Sub said, the words struggling to find their way out of his mouth. How could this person not be Ein? He looks like Ein, just like him in fact but it wasn't Ein, Sub knew this to be a fact. But how could he know it wasn't Ein and the man was just feigning emotion for pity? No, that's not possible, Sub knew this, he just did. "Who are you?" "I'm a rocket pilot from Orre... people came in the night and took me away... drugged me and dragged me to some kind of lab..." The 'Ein' gasps, holding Sub's hands. "They told me that the only way to live was to cooperate, and after seeing that... thing you somehow managed to deal with, you would have done the same thing as me... So many surgeries..." The man puts a hand to his face, drawing attention to the scars surrounding his various facial features, just hidden below the surface of his skin. "Thank god you're here I-" The man stops short, foam suddenly spilling from his mouth as he slumps to the ground, instantly dead. A screen on the command console, near where Isaac was beginning to fiddle with the controls to steer the rocket, blinks on suddenly revealing a very familiar looking face. "Test subject number thirty-two has expired." Ein speaks, into some kind of recording apparatus, clicking it off as he smiles at the gathered Snagems in the cockpit. "Well now, look who's exceeding expectations in terms of variable strength." the scientist coos, his eyes belying his friendly outer exterior, two pips of condensed rage burning in his head as he looks at them. He offers a golf clap, the chess board in plain view as he does so, moving to sweep his queen off the board along with another pawn, leaving Ein's king in clear checkmate. Tesei Utakata Reno had the unfortunate joy of ending up between Darts and the ice wall when they ah phased back in to reality, leading to the Co-Leader getting crushed between the Giratina hybrid and their makeshift retaining wall. Letting out a grunt as the air rushed from his lungs, he simply laid against the wall while Darts made his failed efforts to get up. "Outrage fueled insanity. We blew S-22 out the side of the rocket. Then physics said ******** Darts. So I said ******** physics and teleported us back to the start of the fun of decompression dragging people away while we plugged the hole. Then you crushed my ribs, the end. Somebody mind helping me up? I'm a little short handed right now." Laughing at his own little pun, Reno soon felt into pained wheezes as he grabbed at where his left arm used to be. Why was it always the big events that killed his arm? Darksol88 Though Cera had been scooped by one of Lykas' tentacles, it hadn't been quite enough to fully stop her momentum. It was, however, enough to barely slow her in time and allow her to crash into the makeshift patch on the wall, falling to the ground shortly after. Her chi was beginning to force itself back to normal in the name of stability, the channeling link she had with Sub being severed whether either of them wanted it to be or not. As she began to speak, however, it was evident that being wreathed in so much Dark chi at one shot was still having an effect on her. "What happened? We got our airlock, that's what happened. Wonder how big of a crater S-22 will make when he lands..." She had a strong feeling that even being shot out of a rocket wouldn't do S-22 in, but for now, he wasn't an issue. "Oh, and you went out to lunch and punched toothy and crazy a bunch. Yanno, a normal Monday."Darts, finally getting back to his own feet under his own strength reaches down to haul the similarly exhausted Psychic upright, letting the smaller man lean on his jacketed form, trying to keep both of them upright long enough to reach the cockpit. "Alright." Darts replies dryly, dragging them both forwards with a little difficulty. "Long as I didn't do anything crazy." Blizzard120 As I started to make my way off to start trying to find anyone in dire need of help, I noticed that HAZARD started to find their way down to the city. "..." I was starting to get a bit on guard myself. I don't know if all of HAZARD is on our side or not. The only ones I knew of was the ones patrolling the desert. "Blizzard?" Freth spoke up. "Keep at it for the moment...I'm just trying to stay alert right now. Ein's guys disappeared somewhere, and we got HAZARD here and I don't know if they are on our side or not. This isn't over until we get everything resolved." I said. "I thought HAZARD was on our side." Tristen said. "The desert outpost is..." I said. "Everyone else...I dont know." Espeon_Commander Aile would turn to see Norman and the unknown head of HAZARD. She'd leer at the guy, unconsciously spreading her feet shoulder width apart and bringing her hands behind her back. "So, just who on Arceus' green earth are you, and why have you been giving us grief," she'd blatantly ask, finally bringing down her goggles and letting them rest around her neck. Darksol88 Amaranth would initially stay silent as the twins answered, hearing the helicopters as they came in, bracing herself as the wind picked up while they looked for somewhere to land. Seeing rows upon rows of H.A.Z.A.R.D. personnel left her uneasy, even as Norman and someone else she didn't know came behind them. Much as she intended for her first question to be to ask Norman if he had found anything out, she had more questions about the other person with him. "And he is...?" She asked, keeping her guard up. The HAZARD grunts spread out around the few Snagems, encircling them though the troops seemed to be unconcerned with the gathered vigilantes, as after they surround the Gym Leader and mystery man in a suit, they all produce riot shields, fanning them to create a barrier between the general public, and a nice circle around Snagem, the twins, and the two men from the chopper. The man in the suit removes his fedora a few moments after the circle had shut, finally, his steely gaze coming to rest firmly on the gathered group of Snagems each of them in turn. It might have seemed as though he were carving their faces into his memory, the way he looked each of them over. And then he did something unexpected, he smiled. "Well now Norman. So this is 'our favorite vigilante team' that my Research and Development team, along with you, was telling me about." "It is indeed." Norman agrees, nodding towards the group of Snagems. "I know this is what you wanted... but I am still not sure this is completely wise." Upon hearing the various people demand for him to reveal himself, the man in the suit lets out a hearty chuckle, waving away Norman's protests. "Ho ho, I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding here. These troops, graciously provided by the use of Norman's HAZARD connections were the only way I was going to be able to meet you in person without prying television cameras, and only in the wake of this terrible disaster as they will no doubt be off covering something else. My name is Joseph Stone, and I am the president of the Devon Corporation. I must admit I've been very impressed with your adventures so far..." The president admits, nodding slightly in deference. "Not least of which we still seem to be in the middle of."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 11:56 am
Aile raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. "Wait, hold up. You're not?..." She relaxed slightly, but still gave worried glances to the HAZARD grunts. "Hm. Why on Earth would you come here now of all times, when it's still dangerous down here? And are we going to get an answer to who'd pulling the strings behind all of the HAZARD harassment?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 2:08 pm
Atlantis_Darts "I'm a rocket pilot from Orre... people came in the night and took me away... drugged me and dragged me to some kind of lab..." The 'Ein' gasps, holding Sub's hands. "They told me that the only way to live was to cooperate, and after seeing that... thing you somehow managed to deal with, you would have done the same thing as me... So many surgeries..." The man puts a hand to his face, drawing attention to the scars surrounding his various facial features, just hidden below the surface of his skin. "Thank god you're here I-" The man stops short, foam suddenly spilling from his mouth as he slumps to the ground, instantly dead. A screen on the command console, near where Isaac was beginning to fiddle with the controls to steer the rocket, blinks on suddenly revealing a very familiar looking face. "Test subject number thirty-two has expired." Ein speaks, into some kind of recording apparatus, clicking it off as he smiles at the gathered Snagems in the cockpit. "Well now, look who's exceeding expectations in terms of variable strength." the scientist coos, his eyes belying his friendly outer exterior, two pips of condensed rage burning in his head as he looks at them. He offers a golf clap, the chess board in plain view as he does so, moving to sweep his queen off the board along with another pawn, leaving Ein's king in clear checkmate. Sub jumped back as the man released his hands and fell to the ground dead, watching as the frothy foam flowed out of his mouth. The Snagem leader had little time to express his bewilderment as he heard that voice, whipping his head around to see Ein's mug on the screen. That was the real Ein, he was certain, it was all in the eyes. "You b*****d." Sub hissed. "I would chide you on your morally reprehensible behaviour but all I would be doing is wasting valuable oxygen." He scoffed, the man trying to hold back his anger the best he could. Ein had once again pulled one over on them, even if they technically won this time. "Sorry about your pet fish. Don't worry though, he's in fish heaven now."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 2:50 pm
"I dunno, I'd say punching him would be crazy, but we're all already crazy," Cera commented, struggling to put forth enough effort to resume her usual levitation. She was really going to need time to recuperate after everything, but she was able to reach the cockpit just in time to hear Sub's reply to Ein and the apparent remains of a pilot that looked just like him. "Lemme guess, it's our turn to rub his nose in something? Please let it be our turn so he can see how it feels."
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Amaranth would find herself relaxing a little after learning that HAZARD wasn't going to be shooting them down or anything, but her guard remained up all the same. "And if we are? I'll still have to repeat her last question," she spoke up, referring to Aile. "Surely there's a reason for wanting to come out in what was more dangerous settings only a few minutes ago."
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Aden, not getting an answer, figured his best option was to relax and wait. Surely those on the rocket would be able to pilot it effectively enough to get it back down, and everyone in Mission Control was indeed safe. As it stood, there wasn't as much to worry about, he thought.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 3:36 pm
Aria slowly stirred from her unconsciousness, vaguely aware that the area was more populated than she had last remembered it being. All she could spy was the backs of what looked like HAZARD soldiers, and the trio of Hoenn gym leaders in the ring the soldiers had created. Hmm, who was the other guy? Wait, he looked way familiar. Oh hell, that was Joseph Stone. She couldn't waste this opportunity. Slipping past the other Snagems to reach the president, she quickly shook his hand before speaking, "Hi there, Mr. Stone. I am Aria Glissando, vigilante hero and, as of right now, Snagem's media representative. Now, while I would like to especially ask a few things of a man of your importance, the most pressing questions to me are what is you wanted to meet us for and who exactly we need to confront over HAZARD's initial and unprovoked hostility towards us. Then we can discuss some possible payment and maybe endorsement for me. Vigilante hero doesn't exactly pay bills regularly." The self proclaimed 'vigilante hero' questioned the president with a tone of hopefulness. Maybe Mr. Stone would appreciate the eagerness and cheeriness?
Reno nodded at Darts as the pair limped towards the cockpit, watching as the screens flicked themselves into a familiar looking visage. "Thanks for the number heads-up. Guessing that S-22 is subject 22. Must mean you have had a lot of failure creating or recreating genetic abnormalities like that. Plus, you have now officially failed against Snagem on the world stage. Whats next, Ein?" Reno shot off from his slumped position, eyes locked onto what appeared to be the main screen. "Time to switch from chess? Maybe you'd prefer we played Risk? You look like the sort who would love to micromanage a nation. Doesn't help you lost a partner in crime though. You must truly be off the deep end if Miror B. abandoned you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:15 am
"Bahhh...I swear to God, Norman, the day that this 'vigilante team' as it were is not truly needed anymore is the day you and I are going to have words at the next White City conference." I said to his initial comments.
"Blizzard, in case you haven't realized by now, your apprenticing at Mahogany Town is only going to take you so far." Freth said.
"The apprenticeship has nothing to do with it; its what I done during which time to earn the respect that I did in the regions. Sometimes I wonder if many forgot about it." I said.
"...how many actually KNOW that you do this?" Freth asked.
".......I uh...I would have thought everyone would have known by now...I mean, its been how long?"
"...you don't really know, do you? The only ones for sure are in Jhoto, are they?"
"......I'll shut up."
As we listened to the man, now revealed to be the president of Devon Corp, I stared in confusion. "Ok, pleasure, but why meet us? And why now when we're not really sure that everything is secure here? I take it that you have answers for us that we have questions to. For instance, I see you got HAZARD at your beck and call at the moment...are you the one leading the entire organization as a side thing from the Devon Corporation, and if so, why was there a hit on us? Why the smear campaign?"
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