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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:04 am
Team One
"You'd think with all this excessive tech, they'd have considered installing some ghost-type detector in the walls or something," Grunt Nakura commented dryly as they easily entered the room thanks to Faleen's Banette.
As Hayes and 1337 made their way to the main computer, the grunt wandered over to one of the touchscreens, but not before observing 1337 pulling on one of his gloves. "Hurry up, will you, 'Leet'? We don't have all day and I'm getting old." Nakura seemed to be the only grunt on the team, but that didn't intimidate him in the least in how he spoke to his 'superiors'. He doubted the agent would have taken offense to it, anyway.
At least Hayes seemed reliable enough - especially backed up by his partner. Izaya faked a yawn and murmured to Faleen, "I didn't know you had a Banette. Not a dark-type, is it?" he commented with a smirk. "When and why did you aquire it?" Ghosts seemed like such tricksters; they didn't seem the sort of pokemon Faleen would want to put up with. He wondered how well she'd trained this one.
His partner, however, seemed to be suddenly captivated by one of the touchscreens that 1337 had been messing with. He cast her an incredulous look at her question, wondering why she'd even bothered to ask it. Did 1337 really seem to her like the sort to know if it was okay to touch things or not? Nevertheless, he'd already touched it, so what was the harm in continuing? Hayes soon confirmed they seemed for general use.
Faleen's child-like fascination and curiosity seemed to win out in the end as she started to look through the files. Izaya did the same; he was not about to let the opportunity go to waste with so much information so freely given, unprotected, and literally at his fingertips.
He skimmed over specs and plans, memorizing as much as he could and not looking up as he smiled at Faleen's quiet question. "Seems more enviornmental-friendly, don't you think?" he asked, though he may have just been joking. Again, it was difficult to tell. Since Faleen seemed to be focusing more on Deimos' designs, he checked out the floor plans just in case.
She would probably have more use with the data of the designs than he would, anyway, considering her talent at building robots. As for Nakura...he wanted to know where the exits and emergency switches were located. Maybe even the locations of self-destruct buttons if there were such things.
And then everything went dark. Izaya looked up to see the single lit monitor display. He blinked. They seemed to have been successful. Not that he'd doubted the hackers' skills, but...that fast? Kunai quickly responded to the computer's voice, displaying a holographic map. Impressive. The grunt left the now-dim touchscreen to more closely examine the virtual Johto reigon replica.
"'The Machine'? How mysterious," Izaya giggled lightly under his breath. "Can't say it's terribly creative, though; especially compared to all of Galactic's other, more clever names." As its purpose and function was explained by the computer's feminine voice, though, Izaya's eyes narrowed. Did they seriously believe they could accomplish such a feat?
It seemed unlikely, but the grunt was not about to underestimate the Galactics. Perhaps that was why everything seemed to be so easily accessible. They might have not cared what anyone else knew or did up to this point because they were confident enough to believe no one could stop them.
"...Considering I don't know all that much about Galactics, just how likely do you think it is that they could complete and achieve this objective?" The question was not addressed to the computer, but rather to the Elite Kunai and his fellow teammates. "It sounds pretty ridiculous to me, but then again I haven't had the pleasure of learning what other sorts of daring endeavors they've actually been successful with." Judging by Faleen's commentary, the Galactics seemed to have her vote. The scarred man didn't seem so thrilled himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:38 am
( Team 1337)  In a playful tone that was meant to imitate a child whining about being called by their birth name rather than their nickname, the hacker replied to the Grunt "...but it's One Three Three Seven..." He definitely didn't care, since he was certain he had all sorts of fun nicknames. That grin of his didn't seem to go away at all. When the room went dark and the computer began to request data to search, 1337 definitely was ready to jump in (as predicted by his superior). However, she spoke first. "It's my turn after you, Shorty-cake!"  For a moment, she took off the glasses she wore and glared sharply at the more troublesome of the hackers. If looks could say anything, her's would have read I'll cut you! The Elite should have known better than to even think such a thing. "Oh Shorty-cake... not in public... what will the children think?!" Yup, he was still grinning. Even after the computer spat out the information about how the Galactics wanted to essentially end the world, he was still grinning. "It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine!" He laughed rather contrary to most reactions in the room, then added "As long as hot sauce and sex still exist..." He would have finished off the sentence with something along the lines he couldn't care if he was a part of it, but somehow he didn't think his superior would stand for such treasonous words. He had been tossed in the brig for smaller offenses before. Last thing he needed was Kunai inconveniencing him with another reprimand. He couldn't be reprimanded for hinting, but not actually saying something.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:26 am
(Team One)
The guy with the weird face mask was making him feel vaguely skeezy just listening to him, and so Aulus turned to the unfamiliar grunt and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Well they whisked a Ho-Oh our from under our noses, and as you've seen they have some amazing machinery. The dangerous bit though is their boss; he's as dippy as they come, about a dozen sandwiches short of a picnic but... apparently brilliant. I didn't understand the stuff he was going on about in the mines when we got trapped with him but I do know he turned Nyx's dex into a cutting laser and rigged all the rest of ours to explode in about two minutes with basic tools having only seen them for the first time right then.... I think if anyone could make a machine like that work it's bloody batty Deimos."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:35 am
Team One
"Alright, One-three-three-seven," Izaya replied in an equally playful, sing-songy voice, "If you want to sound like an android unit instead of a human being, suit yourself." He certainly looked more like an android than a human being.
Some time after the end of the world was announced and the scarred man verified Galactic's ability to complete their intended goal, the grunt pounced on Agent 1337's back, clinging with his arms flung around his neck and his legs wrapped tight around his waist. "Kowaii!! Kowaii, Agent-kun! Saaave me! What are we going to do?! I don't want to die!"
It was unclear if 'Agent-kun' was referring to 1337, Aulus, or someone else entirely, but one thing was for sure - Izaya was not stupid enough to jump on the scarred man's back. He wasn't keen on experiencing whatever reflexive actions the agent would take with his bo staff.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 1:54 pm
OOC: Moving things along a bit before we resume tonight. Feel free to post as much as you like between now and the raid. I'm sure the Rockets'll have a lot to talk about after meeting up.
- - -
GROUP ONE:
The gathered Rockets were given a few moments to absorb the shocking news they'd just been handed. This was exactly what Lucere had been looking for. It was time to reunite with the rest of the team and figure out what to do about their discovery.
Slipping out of the briefing room and finding a map to guide them to the brig wasn't difficult.
GROUP TWO:
The retaliating scyther was silenced by two flamethrowers and a water gun while the gooey Galactic was punched several times by Panther and toppled over to join the others being tied up. Any Galactics that tried to get up found themselves squashed by Leilani while the last vertical Galactic ran across the room trying to pry Bonnie off his face and crashed into a wall. And lastly, the confused Lucario was finished off by Khalon and Noire's tag team attacks.
The Brig was a complete disaster, but the job was done. All the Galactics were unconscious or tied up. All their Pokemon had been knocked out. It hadn't necessarily been clean work.. the room was now charred, slimed, frozen, smashed and otherwise ruined, but the Rockets were efficient. The enemy had been dealt with before they could call for help. Unlocking the desk drawer Layla and Ire had poinpointed would reveal all of Nyx's pokeballs, safe and sound.
BOTH GROUPS:
Group One arrived at the Brig just in time to help tie up the last of the Galactics (and marvel at the aftermath). Mind the floor by the desk, it's a bit slippery.
- - -
OOC: The two groups are now reunited! No need to clarify which group you're in any more.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:14 pm
Chora quickly deposited the keys in the Rocket's hands, pleased at her job well done, and scurried off to find Luxury.
Nioshii's attack was right on the mark, and when he looked around he seen that the last of the work was done. Pokemon were down, Galactics were down... Yup. Job well done. Nodding to his allies he padded off to find Nova, and the two of them returned to Luxury's side.
Luxury tightened a knot holding some bozo's together, and looked around. The place was a mess! Oh well, at least nobody on her side was hurt and she didn't have to clean up the mess. Returning her three pokemon to their balls with a grin and a "Job well done!", she made her way carefully to where Agent Panther was standing over a fallen gooey grunt. "Nice." She commented, then promptly took a wrong step and slipped in said goo, landing quite hard on her butt with a short cry.
Well, this was just peachy. Just. Freaking. Peachy.
And of course, Team One had just joined them, and no doubt saw her little balance blunder.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:36 pm
After making short work of the grunt, he began to help the others with tying up Galactic members. He was mildly displeased; some of the goo had gotten onto his uniform just across the elbow. He used a clean part of the grunt to attempt to clean it off but to no avail. Ignoring the rest of the gooey stain he went about stripping the grunt of his pokeballs and his wallet if he could find it after he tied up the grunt.
Shade floated up and moved out of the way of the rockets. He recognized most of them and saw that the fighting was over, so he floated back to his trainer, vanishing into his shadow until he would be called on again.
Damsel across the room was still huffing and puffing looking for another opponent and gripped rather loudly until a red beam shot across the room to pull her back into her pokeball.
Luxy caught his attention as he returned the pokeball to his belt. "Ahh yeah." Then as she fell in the goo. "Careful there, that stuff is slick." he said too late, not bothering to hide his laughter. A shadow fell over him and he glanced back, ready to fight, only to find it was the other half of their team. "Oh hey. We are about done here." he told them casually.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:56 pm
Hum.
She didn't feel too bad about that after all, then; Tambrey had been a little worried that she'd feel a bit of a let down for having her pokemon use 'non damaging' attacks, technically, but actually... that had gone well.
Supersonic and Sand Attack had actually done pretty well in this situation; she always found that these sorts of attacks came in useful and yet always seemed to forget with time. Yet again, though, she now found herself making a mental note to nourish the skills in these sorts of attacks- they kept serving her better than any powerhouse sort of moves thus far...
Proud of the pink bat and scarf-clad bird, she waited for them to 'report back' before calling them back into their balls and resettling them on her belt.
"Perfect. Thankyou." She told them with a smile before the red lights drew them in, and then she went to assist with securing the fallen Galactic grunts.
Lux's cry caught her by surprise and she found herself reaching toward her belt as she looked round, blinking and surprised to see a team mate on the ground, clearly having slipped.
Panther's 'belated warning' got an eye-roll and a smirk. And then the casual greet for the other team... It was true, at least; they'd been efficient here.
"Well, if y'r not gonna help her up, P..." Tambrey muttered, before standing to turn and offer a hand to the downed Luxury. Gesture being explanatory as it was, she didn't feel the need to say much further, though she at least looked friendly; no need to make her feel bad for falling down.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 2:58 pm
"Atta' girl," Sierra praised Marle quietly, scratching the battered Pikachu's head as she let out a soft 'chuuuu' of appreciation. "You deserve a rest. You too, Khalon. Great work, both of you." She smiled, recalling the pair when she felt a tug at her boot. Keys still in hand after the Purrloin had padded off, Sierra glanced down to see Layla, staring up at her with an impatient expression. "Eh?"
The Dark Eevee rolled her eyes, then gestured towards the desk with a nod of her head. She had spotted the keys in her trainer's hands, delivered by that other Pokemon, and figured that even if those things didn't work, human hands had to be better for operating these 'drawer' things in the desk.
Catching on, Sierra smiled. "Gotcha. Good work, Layla. Let's go." Making her way carefully across the room, Sierra headed for the desk, following the agile, bounding Eevee who had much less trouble navigating. The area around the desk was wet and slippery, some remains of ice floating in the puddles. Apparently, the victim of an Ice Beam had been freed here. She aimed a smile at the Jolteon near the desk that must have been helping Layla. "I think you two might have found the grand prize," she murmured, maneuvering the key into the lock. With a click and a soft scraping sound, the drawer opened to reveal the Pokeballs within. Sierra quickly lifted them from the drawer and placed them on a small clear spot on the desk before waving a hand to get Nyx's attention. "Agent Nyx? I believe these are yours," she said simply, noting the arrival of the first group. Good, goal achieved, she could only assume the others had been equally as successful...maybe now they could get the heck out of this place.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:12 pm
"Oh, it that you Tambery? I didn't reconize you for a minute, and I think she's good. The only thing hurt might be her pride." He said bluntly flashing both girls a smile, which did make it's way into his eyes, a rare sight without the sunglasses.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:33 pm
Well, that was that. Charmant returned to her human's side obediently, returning to the confines of her pokeball with little resistance. Noire, conversely, would bully and harass one of the unsavory, wicked Galactic villains until forcibly returned to his pokeball by his trainer. Aila set the two pokeballs in place at her hip, allowing Mise to linger on her shoulder a bit longer; he'd done well, and if the only reward he desired was a bit of physical contact, she could allow him that - no matter how much she wanted to seize him by that offensive little horn on his disgusting little face and fling him at the nearest-- ...Anyway.
Aila regarded the other Rockets with a nod as they rejoined one another. All in one piece. So far so good. "How did it go?" The state of the brig spoke well enough for how their side had managed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:48 pm
They had all done pretty well. The Galactics were contained, and the pokemon fainted and returned to the pokeballs. Mau didn't particularly care about that anymore though. He glanced up when Sierra had motioned towards the pokeballs that had been found. He walked over, giving Ire a pat, and looking to the eevee and Sierra with a soft "You did really well." Before picking up the pokeballs. He shifted them in his hand a moment before taking a few careful quick strides over towards Nyx.
"I do believe these are yours." He said, softly. But rather then offering the balls, he used his free hand to tip up Nyx's chin as he bowed down slightly to kiss her. After a moment, he broke the kiss with a faint smile. Hopefully now, with her pokemon back, Nyx wouldn't feel useless. "Your team, m'lady." He whispered, not noticing, or perhaps not caring that the other team joined them suddenly.
At the door, Nuu was floating around. She saw some people coming, and puffed up for a moment before realizing these were the non Galactic- Galactic people. The nice ones. Well, she thought they were nice. They were team mates, right? Maybe they had shiny things she could take too. "Blim-blim blim blim BLIM BLIIIIIIIIIIM~" Nuu's voice was sing song as the blue drifblim let the other rockets into the room.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:55 pm
"Well," Aulus said as he sauntered into the scene of Rocket domination with the end of his staff clicking on the ground, "we just found out that Galactic is making a world blending and reconstituting machine, how's it going with you lot? Been having too much fun without us?" Everyone looked to be in one piece, that was a major plus because otherwise he knew who would probably be stuck carrying the casualty, Muggins here that was who... Well maybe Agent Mau or whatever his name was; that guy looked tough too, but he also seemed rather preoccupied by Elite Agent Nyx. That probably brought it back to Muggins. Lovely.
Hayes had been rather quiet since the display had sprung to life. While the other Rockets exclaimed and stared (and jumped on agents for guerilla piggy-back rides) the blond programmer had just logged out of the system once the critical information had been acquired and retrieved the flash drive holding his password-cracking program. Though not as intently focused, the thoughtful expression he'd worn while breaking into the system remained while they moved through the hallways and corridors to the brig.
That had been the perfect time for a retort, or addition to what he'd said. Nothing had come. Aulus halted and turned to face his partner. He said nothing, but even covered by vivid pink contact lenses his eyes said: 'You alright?'
For a moment the blond's expression was curious why Aulus' pace had stalled. Then he twitched his mouth in a little half-smile of reassurance and nodded toward the rest of the group. C'mon.
To that, Aulus just gave a brief nod and a hint of a smile in return. "Right," he turned to the elites, "what now then?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:08 pm
(This part of the post is added for just after they step into the room, in reaction to Izaya's questions, don't want to just ignore them. <3 but they don't have to do with much else)
"I suppose its not something they expect to worry about in home base." She's sure the Galactics feel nice and cozy and secure in their flying base, no need to worry about intruders to much.
Now they do.
When he continued, and asking about Faleen's Ghost type, she blinked, glancing over to him, her partner seeming to put on a show that he was board, or tired, she just shook her head.
"It was back before I knew better,"
She added, though didn't go into much more detail, now didn't seem the time, and she was focused, and distracted by the hackers, and other things in the room. like the touch screens.
(And now back to normal post time!)
"I've seen enough of his tech to know that even if it sounds impossible, we shouldn't put it past Deimos to pull something like this off." In other words... "We can't afford to assume its not going to work, not when its Deimos."
This was insane, that was really what he wanted to do? just erase the bad? like the pathetic child that he was?
She glanced over to Aulus, who had voiced just what they were all thinking, not exactly hearing the short exchange between Izaya and 1337.
It was time to go though, they had gotten what they needed, Faleen turned to head away, but had to stop, blinking in surprise when her partner jumped on 1337's back and started babbling about not wanting to die.
Really Izaya?
"Nakura... Come off of Agent thirteen thirty seven."
The green haired Agent walked over, patting his shoulder as she passed them and gesturing to Izaya as the group started out, pausing till he caught up, and saying quietly, but enough for them to hear.
"If the chart here is correct, it means they need the Legendary, and I can name at least one that will be more difficult to get their hands on."
Rocket was in possession of Kyogre, and of course Rocket wasn't just going to give that up.
"Don't start getting worked up yet, they have a long way to go, and we know more then they think we do now."
(Joined with the other group)
Once they joined the group, the walk to them seemed a lot longer then it really was, mostly becasue she was stuck in her own head, thinking about what they had just seen and heard...
How could he do things like this? these bordered on the line of impossibility... yet somehow...
The mess in the bring drew up her attention again, glancing around to see the rest of the group as they met up again. Aulus pretty much putting it out there what they had found out.
"It seems you all had an easy time of it."
Seeing as all the Galactics were down, and the Rockets were fine.
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