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As the Snagems approach the island urbanity, the blue waves passing underneath them as they approach Mossdeep City, the most obvious landmark would be the enormous rocket beginning to fire up attached to the space center, the enormous turbines in the bowels of the engine beginning to start up with a whir, the jets readying to fire. Most of the city had been gathered to see the rocket launch, so Cipher's presence was causing nothing if not a riot-inducing panic.

The crowd of people surround the three terrorists, with an inner perimeter of HAZARD goons with guns and Pokeballs training them on the three Cipher members still in view. Dull has the female reporter by the neck still, ignoring her feeble blows as he lazily pulls a hunting knife out of his jacket. "I think that's close... enough..." he croaks, leaving no question towards his intentions as he runs the flat of the blade against the skin of her throat.

There's a thunderclap from above as Kess pulls out that same sword hilt as before in Meteor Falls, energy crackling through her arms to create her electrified blade, the living lightning moving back and forth as the Zapdos hybrid matches its rhythm silently, her back placed against Dull's forming a triumvrate with the third member facing outwards, Zera. The Koffing hybrid is sporting her customary shock of hair over her right eye, but her attire has changed again to a festive ballroom gown, a golden accent complimenting her purple skin as she sticks her tongue out to blow a raspberry at the troops glaring at the three menacingly.

"Nyeeeeeh!" she says, unintimidated. "Boss has got a job to do, so why don't all of you just sit tight and wait for him to finish it...?" Smoke begins drifting out of the corners of her mouth as she smiles, the gas building inside her lungs as she respirates.

At the outside edges of the gathered crowd there was a chaotic hubbub as innocent people and children not old enough to know what was going on attempt to make their way out of the throng of bodies surrounding the mayhem unfolding in front of the launch platform. There was clearly going to have to be a split here, and the team wasn't going to have much time to make it. One group was going to have to board the rocket launch and stop Ein and the rest from using that chemical for whatever nefarious scheme he needed, in addition, they also needed to keep the rocket launch on schedule to guarantee the disbursement of the vaccine. The others were going to be needed to stay on the ground with these three and keep the collateral damage to a minimum if they could. Time was going to be of the essence, here.

Darts hits the ground running as his Honchkrow drops him but he was more prepared for it this time, returning the Dark crow with a wave of his Pokeball backwards as he heads towards the crowd. Rocket or innocents, what would it be?

Sub would arrive behind Darts via Gardy's teleport, the loony Psychic being uncharacteristically calm at the moment, apparently sensing the direness of the current situation. The Snagem leader was quick to observe the chaotic situation, attempting to formulating some sort of plan. Unfortunately the images of Ein and his two goons were fresh in his memory and he could think of nothing else other than going after Ein, to attack the heart of the beast.

"I'm going after Ein." He declared to anyone around him, immediately whipping out a Dusk Ball after recalling Gardy and breaking off into a sprint towards the rocket.

Coming for Zera would be a Shadow Flygon going at full speed, aiming to just charge right into the hybrid. Aile would wait until the last moment to jump off, doing a back flip and landing in a crouch and glaring at Zera. "So then, salope," she'd growl, standing up straight, "how about someone slightly closer to your playing field?" She'd take out two of her throwing knives and hold them with the blades at the outer sides of her fists, getting into a small stance.

Unfortunately for Isaac, the only one of the pair he could find was Cozmo, the old scientist agitatedly following along with the mechanically-inclined Snagem as he approached the rocket and the launch pad. "It's too late for that my boy, the rocket was primed to launch any minute now!" he shouts over the whirring as the rocket's engines continue to heat up, wind blowing across the launch pad slightly as the turbines inside them turn faster and faster. "Bulder's on board the rocket with the pilots, he was running the mission alongside the astronauts. He's the one who designed the dispersal system after all." The scientist keeps pace with him, adjusting his glasses.



The punch impacts Dull's face, surprising the shiny Gengar hybrid more than it actually hurt him, a bruise from the super-effective attack coating one side of his cheek as he lets go of the reporter, who takes the time to scamper off, waving over and over for her camera man as they both take a beeline for the rocket, the man huffing and puffing as he keeps up with Missy's sprint while holding his bulky camera. "This is Missy Hisakawa!" she could be heard shouting as she runs. "On-site as a second vigilante team has showed up, the infamous Team Snagem-" her voice trails off as she runs.

Dull snarls, sending a Shadow Ball out from his palm reflexively as he dives forwards to tangle with Aden, sending the projectile at point blank range into the hybrid's chest. "Snagem! We just can't stay away from each other! Let's see if we can't fix that now!" The Gengar hybrid angles his tackle to send both of them crashing into the ring of HAZARD grunts surrounding them, as the two grapple.



Zera swishes the edges of her dress back and forth as she jumps backwards. "Owie!" she shrieks, tripping over herself, cursing a bit under her breath as she gets back to her feet, ripping the sleeves and bottom of the ballroom gown off and tossing it aside, revealing a set of black jeans hidden underneath for ease of movement and also revealing additional purple skin as her arms come into view. She huffs, a little smoke coming out of her nose as she points, her male Unfezant coming into view and contact with the Shadow Flygon like a bullet, the bird drilling into the Dragon's side with a Quick Attack. "Gettem' Fezant!" she cries in happiness, eyeing Aile sneakily for a moment before blowing a puff of Poison Gas in her direction under the distraction her attack provided.


There's a sizzle as a jet of electricity suddenly comes from out of Blizzard's peripheral vision, aimed straight at his forehead before curving about an inch from the Articuno hybrid's face to strike Tristen, dissipating harmlessly into the boy's skin and down through the ground due to...

"Lightning Rod." Kess hisses irritatedly, moving to stand across from Blizzard, her sword moving in slight motions around her body as she grips the hilt with two hands, the electric blade dancing and sizzling wherever it burnt the grass on the ground, the smell of burning plants wafting up to drift over towards the trio as the Zapdos hybrid approaches cautiously, respectfully. She seems to be struggling with something as she levels her sword, but there's nothing but ice in the electric gaze she affixes Blizz with. She wouldn't be able to stop all three of them, but would one person be enough to deal with her?



Darts sees Sub heading towards the rocket, and finding each other member of Team Cipher entangled with one Snagem or another decides to follow their fearless leader as he boards the launching rocket up the same boarding hatch the Ciphers had taken a moment before. The first sight to greet the pair as they get on board is a gigantic white and red afro, as he struggles with canisters of both vile-looking black plasmus and others of a pure, clear solution. There's a machine here hooked into the turbines of the rocket, and it seems to be the Cipher's main focus. The former gangster limps back and forth between his palette and the machine, grumbling to himself as he hasn't spotted the Snagems yet, carefully switching out the vials of clear liquid for vials of contaminant. There is no sign of either S-22 nor Ein yet, but there is a hatch going further into the rocket up next to Miror B.

Set the Mood?

Tatooine would snarl as the Unfezant crashed into her, the dragon skidding to the side a bit before turning to attack the bird with a Dragon Claw. Tatooine wasn't holding back, either, going for a maiming blow, if not killing. Aile, on the other hand, while keeping an eye on Tatooine, would notice Zera in her periphery and take off at a right angle from the Poison Gas, holding her breath until she was clear of it. When she was, she'd immediately flip the blades around before tossing them, bringing the goggles onto her face right after. An array of options would fly through her head before settling on one. She'd send out Eisley, who Zera might recognize if she cared to remember.

"Ex!" Someone at least remembered her, as he began to sharpen his claws.

"Sandstorm, Eisley." She was going to be short on words right now, as she stared down Zera for a moment before the armored mole summoned a sandstorm for the nearby area, and Aile would dart forward, grabbing two more knives. Someone else was going to be playing for keeps now, too.

"So there is no way for the tower to stop the launch? Well, its good to know that the rocket scientists here are incompetent. Perhaps the ship will fail to launch on its own. I don't suppose there is some way to drain the fuel, or any way to disable the engines that you know of?" Frustrated and flabbergasted, Isaac hurried over to the rocket. 'Cera,' he thought, 'Get anyone who isn't busy fighting to get over to the rocket quickly, and start beating on the damn thing. The tower can't stop takeoff, and we can't let that thing get airborne.' Rushing over to the rocket, he tossed out a ball with a yell, "Head Smash!" As his Aron careened headfirst into the engine assembly, he continued to think at Cera. 'Preferably, if one or both of the Ice hybrids could get over here and work their magic. I'd really appreciate it if these engines DON'T ignite and roast me to death.'

Odd would arrive in Mossdeep City after seeing the story still playing out on the news in HQ. Kaya and Lykas were with him. "Go!" He told them. "Lykas, go stop that rocket from launching with Ein on it!" He ordered his boyfriend." Kaya, with me. We're going to try and put a stop to these goons!" He continued. The two hybrids nodded.

"Gods, I love it when he takes charge!" Lykas growled as he took off.

"Didn't need that knowledge." Kaya chimed as he and Odd ran into the crowd. From the look of it, Blizz was handling the Zapdos hybrid with a little help from Tristan and his Lightning Rod ability so that left Aden fighting Dull, the creepy trans-dimensional Gengar hybrid. "Aden needs more help here so I'm going with him." He said before breaking off from Kaya.

As soon as the to hybrids disengaged, he'd be right behind Dull, slamming an open palm directly into the small of his back, siphoning his spiritual energy from him, or attempting to do so, at least. From what he'd seen, maybe an attack that went straight through might not be warped through the hybrid's body. Could Dull send an entire body through himself?

Kaya headed toward Zera, notseeing Amaranth attempting to clear her gas cloud away. He was relying on that for temporary cover."You're not hurting me so easily!" He declared as he charged through her Poison Gas , drawing his sword from it's sheath and swinging it towards her just as he emerged on her side. He could only hope that Amaranth hadn't managed to clear it too fast and he'd remained concealed long enough for this to still be a surprise attack.

Lykas would continue onward towards the rocket, following along after Sub, whom he noticed had only just taken off in that direction from the look of it. He'd follow Sub in, only noticing after the arrival that Darts was there as well. "Wow....I've really been out of it today..." He grumbled under his breath, igniting a boiling flame in his hand, preparing to singe Miror B.'s hideous 'fro into oblivion.

Darts, who had been hurrying onto the rocket with his jacket flapping back and forth, sees Isaac put himself directly beneath the rocket's thrusters and doubles back, holding a gilt hand over the side of the boarding platform, which is beginning to sway and disengage as the rocket fires up. "Isaac!" the Giratina hybrid shouts, hands cupped around his mouth beneath his golden crest. "I don't think there's time for that right now! It's almost impossible to stop a rocket once the launch has been initiated!" The gambler waves towards himself frantically, having to ignore the orders Sub was shouting at him from inside the rocket. "We've got a couple of seconds at best, get on board the rocket!" His hand dangles a couple inches away from the engineer's face, pleading with the distraught man to trust him.


Miror B.'s temples would bulge out of the sides of his head from the psychic onslaught that he was unknowingly being bludgeoned by, but even as the outlaw dancer tried to continue swapping out tubes of vaccine for virus, he found himself turning towards Sub almost against his will, his bloodshot eyes coming into view as his sunglasses topple off the bridge of his nose.

"...I can't stop you... that much is true..." Miror grunts, a migraine building inside his head even though he had no idea why. He does a kind of half-sad dance, pointing back along the wall where he had started, rows and rows of virus having been placed by vaccine. "And I can't undo what I've already done... but if you want me to show gratefulness for being thrown in a kennel and forgotten about, like a dog? That I will not tolerate... I get enough of that from Ein." The white and red afro turns towards the sealed door leading further in and he sighs, sadly, turning to look wistfully out the rocket door as the humming of the turbines below them all increases exponentially. "I'll make you... a counter deal. You let me go, for right now, and I'll go give some backup to those people back in the city. I'm going to be on the run from Ein one way or another, but my best bet isn't in the hands of the law. I need to be able to get out of here and escape, which I'm confident I can do on my own." The volume increases again, prompting the dancer to yell. "Deal!?"


The Heat Wave roasts Dull, but the fire continues to flicker over his body and through, following the same pattern as before, but the edges of his jacket start flaking away slightly, like burnt paper. He takes the time to land a solid punch to Aden's face, right before he rights himself and straight into Odd's attack. Which, on the other hand, would have a bit more effect than anything Dull had ever run into, seeing as he was pure spiritual energy, the attack actually eliciting a surprised "Urgh!?" from the phantom gambler. He turns to react to the attack a lot faster than anyone had ever seen the guy move so far, a hunting knife coming up out of his jacket as he prepares to stab Odd straight in the ribs.

On the other hand, Odd would get a full taste of Dull's otherworldly chi coming through his siphon. Think of it like a massive coronary, as the shiny Gengar hybrid's chi would feel and taste like poison to him, gumming up the connection like fat in an artery.


The feint works, as Kess moves her sword defensively to block the incoming attack from Blizz, only to be met unexpectedly by Freth's Frustration, the Zapdos hybrid's breath coming out of her in a gust of air as the female Articuno hybrid catches her by surprise. "Damn... you..." she grunts, twisting her body to try and regain some momentum and angles her head sharply forwards at Freth's seeing as they were in such close proximity, an Agility-powered Drill Peck headbutt of sorts seeing how her electric attacks were on temporary lockdown.



The virus begins spreading through Unfezant as Tatooine dominates the much smaller bird, slashing viciously through the plumage over and over again as he mauls his victim in midair. "'Fezant no!" Zera cries, a second before the Sandstorm blows in on top of both of them, obscuring the pair from view...


Right before Kaya's slash hits home. There's a girlish scream from the other side of the sand barrier that they all now found themselves in the middle of, but judging from the couple of strips of golden cloth that came flying by whipping in the wind, Kaya had only served to hit some of the dress. Zera was stumbling backwards in the storm, calling plaintively for her Unfezant that she could hear getting attacked somewhere in this mess... when she plucks a white and purple Pokeball from inside of her dress, the letter 'M' emblazoned proudly on it. "...help me." she whispers to it, before releasing the Pokemon inside. All at once, both Kaya and Aile would be able to see the edges of the sandstorm butting up against something enormous and very solid-looking where Zera had last been located, and anyone that sensed chi back in the ruins would be able to detect... a very similar flavor now emitting from the middle of the storm.

In the storm elsewhere, a focused beam of pure, freezing ice would zap out from the whirling clouds to strike Tatooine in the chest, defending the prone Unfezant who was shivering beneath the savage dragon.