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Now on the run from SWIPE, and forced to abandon their Mt. Silver headquarters for the time being, Team Snagem has set up a temporary headquarters in the long since shutdown Trainer Hill on Route 111 in Hoenn. While the building is in heavy disrepair from being abandoned and used as a hide out for criminals at one point it will have to suffice as a place of sanctuary for the team for the time being.



Outside/General: The entire tower was originally a project by the Trick Master to make something similar to Realgam Tower in Hoenn. The tower is fitted with tech derived from the Holo-Caster to hide the entrance. An energy dampener is also fitted to mask the energy signatures of those inside, however this disrupts teleportation similar to a scrambler and must be temporarily deactivated to teleport from the tower.

Lobby: Dirty, outside elements have come in. Needs repair.

Kitchen: Bare bones and dusty with remnants of evolved Cascoons. Has a still working fridge, an old oven and some plastic utensils and paper plates left behind. No food.

Beds: Clean? Just a bunch of army surplus cots. Not very comfortable.

Basement: Clean, the hidden tunnel that connected to the Game Corner in Mauville has since been collapsed and sealed. Contains GRAY's server with maintenance provided by STAK. Also contains access to the pumps for the tower's geothermal generators.

1F: The arcade. Filled mostly with the old discarded games from the former Game Corner in Mauville as well as machines from Kanto and Johto.

2F: The Battle Sim, runs on the exact same technology of the Battle Sim that used to be found in Realgam Tower before Ein took over. Still has a few Battle CDs too.

3F: The Trick Maze, a room designed to be capable of altering its state to form various mazes and puzzles designed by the Trick Master himself. Was the first room he remodeled and used as an opportunity to try new things. Careful, the room kind of has a mind of its own, even GRAY isn't sure how it works.

4F: The dining room, meant to be the 'crown jewel' of this tower where guests could enjoy a five-star meal overlooking the Hoenn desert. It has all the tables and such you'd find in a dining room however that's about it, not much to see here other than the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the desert. Cleanest place in the tower though.

Rooftop: Intended to be a meticulously maintained garden to provide fresh produce for the tower, now the 'garden' is overran with weeds and a flock of Taillow.

As expected, by the time I got Trainer Hill Keiko had enough time to get comfortable. Agility had its perks, it seemed. I sat beside her and we talked about personal things (mostly just worrying about our daughters still at the main HQ) before Sub eventually made it into the building. We then listened to Sub for a while before GRAY tried to talk. That damaged intercom really grinded my gears - sure, I rarely ever got along with GRAY, but not being able to make out what he was trying to say was ever so slightly more annoying than listening to him whine.

Standing up, I walked up to the damaged intercom and took some tools out of my bag - Some insulated rubber gloves, a screwdriver, a wirecutter, and a few other things. I then got the intercom open and made sure to temporarily disable any electricity entering the appliance before I started working on repairing it. I might not be an engineer, but I studied quite a few things of that nature at the Academy, and was confident I could get the intercom in a better state than I found it in, if nothing else. While I worked, Keiko took notice of the new sleeping arrangements and shrugged. "Better than the accommodations SWIPE provided us," she pointed out.

Aile would frown when she heard GRAY through the speaker. It was good that he seemed to be hooked up, but the intercom maintenance was… lacking. Then the hidden doors opened to reveal… well… It was better than sleeping on the floor. “I’m not gonna complain. It’s a place to sleep without SWIPE watching.”

Crystal remained quiet through all of that, tilting her head when she saw the one room. “...Presumably there’s more than just this one room here. Not that I’m not grateful to the sleeping quarters, but, this place doesn’t seem to have the normal amenities to host semi-long term residents normally.” Her eyes would glance to the others around, tail flicking under her skirt. The lack of personal space made sense for an emergency HQ, this wasn’t supposed to be a final landing spot. However, somewhere else to clean up, a kitchen of some sort, and probably a medical area made sense for them to have as well. Though, the last one could be the lost likely to be left out.

Aile, while others were talking, decided she was going to claim one of the cots and sat down on it. Maybe helping Kuat keep his Mega form wasn’t the greatest idea, because all she wanted to do was sleep now. If they were going to get the full tour, she would keep herself going. Otherwise, she was probably just going to curl up under a blanket and sleep at that point. She’d probably drift off pretty quick, too, all things considered.

I looked over towards where Sub had the beds and whatnot for the Snagems to lay their heads on and I couldn’t help but to sigh out to myself. “Just like the start of everything…” I silently mused to myself. The doors would come open again and it seemed to be the rest of the Snagems making their way into the panic headquarters. I would push myself off the wall, albeit warily, seeing the others try to get over what transpired over the past day. If they could, that was.

Tristen would bring up the rear of it all, looking out behind him then closed the door once he was sure that everyone had made it in. “I think we managed to get SWIPE off our tails for right now. Though if WHITE was anyone to go by, next time they come at us, they’ll be back with a vengeance. Man, just what was with that guy?”

“What was going on?” I asked, not too aware of what happened in the back since I was still trying to cover everyone in the front.

“Before we made it to the embassy, I ended up fighting with the big guy. WHITE. Thunderbolted him really hard then snagged one of his Type: Null…”

“Back up. One of his? He has more than one of those freaky looking Pokémon?” I asked.

“Yea, at least two more that we know of now. Didn’t find out until he came after us on this route still messed up from yesterday. He probably would have stood and fight still, but that lady took him away.” Tristen said. “Aile and Crystal saw it, too.” I looked over towards Sub for a second then sighed out once more, still trying to recollect myself.

“Okay…good to know, I guess.” I said. “Did Freth make the trip here okay?” I then asked. That right at the moment was probably more important than anything right now to me.

Darts makes it inside shortly after this sentence, still holding Freth tight in his arms, Ogerpon right on his heels and still unwilling to let the Galarian Articuno Hybrid out of her sight.

"I think we managed to make it out of things with little more than a couple jostles if that... we had a pretty good escort." He grins down at his Pokemon with a bit of pride as the trio make their way over to the cots. Gauging the room at a glance, the beds on the far end were closer to the wall outlets and other things that were probably going to make medical care a lot easier. Darts settles Freth onto one of the cots, covering her with some of the blankets and doing his level best to not shake her any more than he had to. Doc Stoja bustles in as soon as the Giratina hybrid puts her down, and seeing Tristen and Blizzard hovering anxiously, he waves his charge over to follow him. "C'mon Ogerpon, let's give them some space." The gambler grunts, attempting to scoot out before anyone does anything embarrassing like thank him or something.

"P-Poooon..." Ogerpon whines, clearly not inclined to leave Freth's side as she turns back and forth between the bed and her trainer, the Wellspring mask sparkling with tears both real and imagined.

"Come on, we can visit her again later. We have to make sure this new HQ is secured unless you want SWIPE to come in and undo all of the fight we just fought." That got the Legend to hop to, her sandaled feet clacking against the tile of the sleeping area as she follows Darts out and back into the entrance room. She knew Just Darts was manipulating her, but he still made a good point. There would be no one better to secure the perimeter than her, so she went along with it.

As Darts made his way in with Freth in tow, placing Freth down on the best we had available as far as places for her to rest at, Tristen and I made our way to her side looking down at her as she was still out from her brief stand with Kess. Tristen was reminded of his agitation again, giving the annoyed, accusing side-eye, but I wasn’t paying it any mind. All I could do as I looked at her was find somewhere close by to sit and collapse there. The amalgamation of regret and exhaustion provided a proverbial one-two punch to put all fight out of me for the time being. I looked all up and down her, most notably taking note of her ruined outfit where Kess slashed her at. I could only imagine Freth at this point getting up, complaining about it, making a note to try to find some place to get changed, things that she would probably say if she was up again. Okay again.

Perhaps Tristen was more right than I care to admit, and I already admitted to a fair bit as is. Collateral or no, never mind any other reservations that I tend to have, or promises made, this was effectively my fault. I should have went in harder as I knew I could and not just effectively be another wall to be broken down. If nothing else, I could think of nothing else than to strangle that blasted pointy-feathered harpy right now. I didn’t even care about the electricity she would ultimately discharge, I was set to just end her. Seeing Freth like this was effectively the last straw.

Satisfied that my prodding into the old intercom unit bore fruit, I closed the appliance and used a screwdriver to seal the panel back into its original position. I yawned as I put my tools away - with all the adrenaline and everything else we'd been through, it was no wonder I was tired. Not to mention how late it probably was. We'd definitely have to figure something out for food in the morning, but it could wait until then. The second I heard about there being a PC and healing system, though, I rushed to them to sort my team out. I couldn't help but notice the absence of Rala in the system, though. That was a good thing, as I set her and Indie to watch the girls. I was starting to miss her, though.

By the time I made it to the cots, Keiko was already asleep. Given the lack of privacy, taking separate cots was the best course of action. Though it wasn't like this was the best time for that kind of activity, anyway. I selected a cot next to Keiko and slid into it. I immediately felt uncomfortable as I did so, but there wasn't anything I could really do about it, so I tried to accept it and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come soon.

I warily looked up towards the doctor, having not really the opportunity to talk to this doctor in this entire skirmish, only to be reminded of the question of when Sub managed to get this doctor in his employ for medical needs. All the same, I would reach up giving her hand a bit of a shake before taking it back. “I am.” I said to her question. “For what it is, that is.” I would wince a bit, then rubbed my eyes in frustration, but more so in fatigue. “I’m grateful for you tending to Freth…I’m not sure if I made that clear already. I’m just…ugh…I guess I’m to ask what’s the damage here?” I said.