[WAR] The Official Season 4 RP

[Fayt]

Team Soul HQ – Security Level

I finally realized I must be on the security level. After all, I got my ID card on this level. Also, my uniform was that, not of a technician like I first believed, but that of a security personal without the gear. I found some security guys hanging around off duty to make me realize this. I was walking in the hall when suddenly my PDA began to beep. I flipped it open and began to read Winterfield’s message.
Operative Vince Carter

Congratulations on the infiltration. Already the entrance and the location of Team Soul’s HQ will be a valuable asset. Your next step is to assimilate one of their soldiers, and if possible, accomplish two objectives:
· Locate any information regarding Team Soul’s operations to find any of the missing council members. Take it, and remove it from the scene if possible.
· Plant information or disrupt the systems to plant suspicion that Team Soul has an internal rebellion affair within their own HQ. This will no doubt delay their activity when they need to perform a concentrated investigation instead of seeking out the missing council members.
· Once you have managed to establish an escape route, give us the coordinates so that we may plant an EMP charge in close proximity of the main base. This will also shut down their systems and only further build on Team Soul rebellion suspicion.

Good luck, agent. Expect to be rewarded handsomely for your work.

Winterfield

I took note of the 3 tasks and deleted the message. I started wondering what reward would be worth the hell I’ll likely go through. Speaking of the devil, the PDA began to beep again…

Team Soul staff, we are currently looking for an infiltrator of our HQ. Included is a picture of his face from a security camera. Unfortunately, that camera was badly damaged and we could not recover much.
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Please report any suspicious persons to a head security officer. Also, at this time, all levels are being locked down. No one can move between levels without special permission from the head security officers until further notice.
-Miles

I scratched my head for a moment and wondered how I was able to receive this message. Then I looked at the addresses. Miles, whoever he was, accidentally sent the message to EVERYONE in Team Soul and UWO. My previous UWO alias does me wonders once again. Team Soul must not be fully use to having two organizations on their mailing list and nervous fingers make mistakes. I began walking off again normally knowing that no one could figure that picture out. I added another mark on my mental checklist… disengage lockdown.

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs, rust’s Office
I sat in my chair examining Trist’s speech.

“Trist, Come out in play…”

OrreNewsNetwork.com said that Trist’s speech was in Saffron. I then looked up the article on Trist’s previous speech. Saffron.

This would be useful information. I just need to know when to use it.

I paced for a moment. Then I knew when to use this information.

C.i.B.ORG Orre Command (Realgem), Bacara’s Office
“I’ve gotten a promotion to General. That means I need a Lieutenant General. My decision is between you and Cody. Now, tell me, why should I choose you?” Bacara asked Bly.

“Well… I’ve been the military longer than Cody. I have more medals than Cody, and I have experience in Command,” Bly replied.

“Well, Lieutenant General Bly, your office is right across the hall to mine.

Outside, Tumblers were driving around the perimeter. The cargo plane was unloading with supplies. Grunts came out by the hundreds. Where the Colosseum was, Helicopters were flying Girders, building another floor for the scientists.

Digger Grunts were digging underground to make quarters for the grunts that would live in Orre. This work would take weeks to complete, but it has begun.

Weapons systems and turrets were being mounted on Realgem, but none had been turned on. rust had given specific instructions to not turn the weapons systems or fire at any aircraft.

If rust lost the election, Ciborg would take Orre with force.

[bronislav84]

OOC: rust, you are advancing the days, which is against the rules. I'll just assume that it's still the third day after the asassination, since you weren't oficially given permission to advance the days.

IC:
Hoenn, Ultima city, Durandal Spaceship, DARK Main HQ

The room was pitch black, with no sounds or anything, except for the sound of breathing. The black windowshades were down, letting no light from the outside world to reach the room. On the other side of the window was a computer console, humming in Standby Mode. In the center of the room was a bed, with one occupant in it. The occupant turned in sleep revealing long hair. It was a girl.

I yawned, leaving my eyes closed. I had no idea if Scott had opened a window while I was asleep or not, so I decided to just be safe and not open my eyes. I moved my hand to the nightstand, searching for my Sunglasses. These were no ordinary Sunglasses. Over the years, and mostly because of necessity, they had become more than just tools to protect my eyes from the world. These glasses had a wireless connection to my Pack PC Terminal and Two-way Communication Earings, acting as the screen for the many things that the Terminal was able to display.

After putting on my glasses, I opened the shades and looked out. With the darkening effect, I was able to look and not feel pain from daylight. Looking at the sideways scenery, I thanked God that we had artificial gravity in this Ship, or else I'd slide sideways really hard. If the Ship wasn't cloaked in plain sight, an onlooker would have been able to see me in my birthday suit. I closed the shade again.

What is commonly refered to as a "cloak" is nothing more than a large scale holographic projection. The system managing the projection creates a hologram of what the area looks like when the object being covered is not there. The system requires large amounts of memory for the constant plotting of co-ordinates, and has trouble when the object is moving at a high speed.

I took a shower, and then opened the shade again. In the possibility that the cloak could fail, I quickly ran to the closet to get my uniform. After that, I put on my Multipurpose Analysis and Utility Belt, my Pack, and put on my Earings.

A note about this Ship. The Durandal looks like an incredibly large letter T, with the nose in the center of the large Lake inside the City. In case the artificial gravity fails, the ring/wings rotating around the Ship can stabalize the people in it. When it wasn't acting as the backup gravity generator, it just looked cool. The Ship is so big, that to get around the areas requires a small train system. There are forteen areas: the Bridge, the Park, the Entertainment Area, the Stationary Crew Quarters, the Guest Rooms, the Officers Conference Rooms, the Brig, the Training Area, the R&D Area, the Multipurpose Testing Area, the Engine Room, the Docking Area, and the Central Computer Core.

After I got dressed, I decided to go to the Bridge to get a report on the recent happenenings after my longer than normal, 60 hour sleep. I left the Taisho's Quarters in the Crew Quarters and took the train to the Bridge. As I got off the train, I noticed the the Guard on duty was asleep. I decided to play a little joke in him, for falling asleep on duty. I got next to him and tapped him on the right shoulder as he slept in his chair. Waking up, and noticing he was asleep, he keeled over backwards and I stepped out of the way. He looked at me, and I gave him a smile, and stared at him a little. He understood that he would get thrown off the Team if he did that again, so he bowed appologetically and then sat down again in his chair, properly. After that little event, I walked up to the Bridge elevator and got in.

After a short trip, I arrived on the Bridge, nodded to the Bridge officers, and sat down in the Command Chair.

The Durandal's Bridge is a light green color. In the center is the Command Chair; my chair. To the right is Marietta's Chair. Chusa Marietta Stein is the First Officer, and manages the bridge while I'm away on business. The Helm and Weapons Station is in front of my chair, with Taii Rob Franc at the controls. Although it's his station, I sometimes take control, when the situation requires it. The Communications Station, with Shoi Renee Waters, is on my right. Behind me is Shosa Bernard (Benny) Scott, who manages the Engine output of the Ship. Amoung other things, I like to have the cloak engaging button within reach and on my chair, so none of the other officers can engage it from their stations.

Marietta has short hair and wears almost the same black uniform as I do, but shows less skin. Her hair is blond, and her eyes are an orangey brown kind of color. She also wears a black headband all the time. The headbadnd was a gift from me a while ago, but that's all I can remember. I don't remember why I gave it to her. Marrietta is like a sister to me, and is a very dependable person. Because we are such good friends, she was a natural choice to be First Officer.

Rob also wears black, but his uniform is a bit more soiled, since he likes to try to repair (and blow up) things, when I'm not around. He tries especially hard to please me, but often ends up making me laugh, instead. He sometimes comes to show me something he tried to improve, but when he turns it on, it either melts, blows up, or just doesn't work. Sometimes it's really funny how his face gets covered in smoke from the small explosion. Although he hasn't suceeded yet, he keeps trying. This little hobby doesn't affect his performance, though. He wears a cap over his brown hair, and to hide his blue eyes, which I think make him look like a sissy.

Renee is kind of short, for a child who's parents are much taller than her. When she gave me an electronic copy of her family history (as part of the requirement to become a Bridge Officer), I thought she would be a bit taller than the woman who walked into my quarters on the day I decided to promote her. I hadn't known about her that much before, but based on recomendations and looking up her accomplishemts, I decided to promote her to a Bridge position. In therms of clothes, she wears the standard unifrom for women, but we had to shrink it a bit for her, since all of ours were a bit too big for her. Even the Small size ones. Surprisingly, her personality is of a person who speaks her mind, no matter what the consequences. She likes to speak to everybody about anything that's bothering her, even if it's something that doesn't concern them at the moment. She has brown hair, and wears glasses over her green eyes.

Benny is a tall, but chubby fellow, who likes to have a snack when nobody's looking. He probably has some junk food under that seat of his, in the standard storage compartment in chairs on the Bridge. Unfortunately, he somehow manages to keep his food from being discovered, because every time I search his storage space, he's already moved it somewhere else. Although I hear him crunching sometimes (And when I ask him about it, he has a full mouth, and then swallows), I have never been able to find any evidence of the food he had just devoured. Not even a candy wrapper or a sandwitch wrapper. In terms of clothes, he also wears a modified uniform like Renee, but his had to be enlarged to accomodate his belly. It even has to be adjusted sometimes, and not toward the smaller side. His weight doesn't impede his performane, and he manages the Engineering station just fine, since he doesn't have to move. He has hair of a sharp shade of red, and dark orange eyes.

As I sat down, I turned to Marietta, and said, "Report."

"Good morning, sleepyhead. You sure slept through some improtant events." she said, as she turned to her Terminal and then asked, "Want me to upload movies to your Pack Server?"

I nodded, and then pressed a button on my glasses to open up the screen. Marrietta's upload was already there (what speed), and I said. "Play."

While Marrietta waited for me to finish, she turned on a Pkmn battle simulator program and stated to play it. Apparently, it's what everybody does, while there's nothing to do. It took a few seconds to load the movie, and then it started to play.

The first video was pretty short. Or rather, it ended up being short, because of a bullet. The world President was giving a speech about how he wanted to unite the world and then launch a ship to search out new planets to make into future places for people to live. As he concluded explaining the purpose of the ship, and was saying "We shall have unity....", he was shot and killed on the spot. I wanted to cry, but the only reason I didn't was because I'd have to take off my glasses to wipe my eyes, and then I'd go blind.

I said "Play movie 2", and it started to play, after a brief delay.

A man, who identified himself as Michael Trist from Team Soul, said he wanted to help the world by taking control of the United World Order himself. He then said some stuff about how he wouldn't completely take over the UWO and then pledged that he would work to continue the supposed wishes of the President.

After it was over, I couldn't help but smile. It was preposterous. A man who wasn't even elected would just waltz in there, and take control of the UWO? Sounded a bit like a dictator to me. I then said "Play the next one."

This one showed a man reporting on riots in Fushia city after Team Soul's takeover of the UWO. After it was over, I was a bit saddened that included in this one, was also a report saying that the riots were dieing down. After that, I said, "Play the forth movie."

TO BE CONTINUED

[bronislav84]

This one showed a report, with some footage from the actual signing, of a bill by both the government of Hoenn and the government of the Orange Islands, to separate from the UWO, now controlled by Team Soul. There was also mention of Neo Winterfield from the Brootherhood of Steel. I made a note to congratulate him on a fabulous undertaking, if I ever saw him.

I then noticed that there were more, so I said, "Play fifth movie."

This one showed a man named rust Nuva talking about some attack by a robot in Celadon City, and said it was the UWO and Team Soul's fault. It sounded a bit fishy, since Trist was soooo nice sounding and stuff. Fankly, I didn't like either one of their speeches that much. They both sounded like they had something to gain. He also mentioned a meeting that was to take place today.

After that was over, I asked Marrietta, "Do we have time to visit that meeting?"

Noticing that I was done with that one, she turned to me, and said, "I'm afraid not. It just ended. If you wanted to go, then you shouldn't have slept so long."

"Aww crap."

After that, I said "Play last movie."

This one was a recent one about how Trist had become the offcial UWO President, without an election. Also included was another speech he made. This one was an appeal to Ryan's former council members to make themselves known. I doubted it would do anythng, but they were nice words, nonetheless. He also asked the leaders of Hoenn and the Orange Islands to meet with him. An interesting move, but it appeared to me that they had already made their decision.

I then saved the movie files, and shut down the Pack-glasses link.

"So, what now? Wanna go on a walk around the City? Maybe visit the Amusement Park or relax in a Spa in one of the Hotels? Or, how about maybe visiting the IPC manufacturing plant?" Asked Marrietta, seeing I was a bit overwhelmed by all these events.

I think it would be good to stop a this point, and explain what she was talking about. Ultima City is not openly the HQ of my team. In fact, then only reason people visit, is for the recreational opportunities, and the tours of IPC.

The Ultima Amusement Park, or UAP, covers a fairly decent area on its own, and can be seen by anybody traveling by air, who happens to look down into the city.

Off to the side of it is the IPC manufacturing plant, whch makes all the products sold to the general public. IPC is famous for it's high quality Pkmn products and cutting edge computer hardware. IPC offers a complete, lifetime warranty on anything it manufactures. Replacements and repairs are free of charge, and are usually done for any reason whatsoever, unless there's a very good reason why the product can't be replaced or repaired. We want the customers to be happy, so they continue buying from us.

Around the perimeter of the UAP are Hotels made for different budgets. The luxury hotels are the ones with the Spas Marrietta mentioned.

Of course, Ultima City wouldn't be complete without a place for the lower ranking members to live. Almost the entire rest of the City is covered with hundreds of earthquake resistant skyscrapers. Why are they resistant to earthquakes? Well, when the Island's propulsion system is engaged, it causes earthquakes in the City. If the buildings were not made of earthquake resistant support beams, they would topple down, killing their inhabitants.

The large lake, into which the Durandal docks, nose down, is in the center of the City. This lake is pretty vast. So vast, that it's more like a small sea, than a lake. This lake is a very popular place for vistors to take part in cruises. Some of these ships are not cruise ships but ferries. The official reason for them is for people who don't wanna travel around the lake. Of course, if a person looks really, really closely, they will notice that some of the ferries seem to go around in a circle when they reach the center of the lake. Others dissapear, even. The reason for this is that the ferries are the only way to get to the Durandal, which is cloaked in the middle of the lake. Some ferries dissapear, because they enter the Durandal's Dock to drop off or pick up personel from the ship. The lake also has a kind of lock on it's boittom, which allows for Submarines from Commander "Paperfairy"'s Base to come into the City and dock with the Durandal.

It's also important to mention that there is no way to enter the City by sea, except by submarine, through a sea lock that pumps out the salt seawater, and pumps in fresh lakewater. To enter by air, the high density, weather and attack proof glass keeps most unwanted visitors out. There are also high density steel shutters that go over the glass. If that's not enough to protect the City, then the Force Field would be more than enough. To allow something to land in the City from the air, the glass and steel shutters can open like flower petals. When the entire Island goes close to land, a road can be extended from Main Street to allow for land vehicles to enter and exit.

I was remembering this, when I suddenly said, "Duh!"

We were walking toward the elevator with Marrietta at the time, so she was a bit startled, and asked, "What's the mattter? Something wrong?"

"Yea. I forgot that I had recently recieved an emal from Dennis Blake (The chief of Pokemart sales in Hoenn), before I just passed out for my recent nap after not sleeping for a week, that we are overdue for shipments of products to the Marts around Hoenn. We have to move the City, and dock at Lillycove, so the trucks can be sent out. We also have to send out hellecopters to Sootopolis, Mossdeep, and Evergrande." I said, sitting down on one of the benches in the train station.

"You mean....we have to go back again?" asked Marrietta, annoyed.

"Yea. I'm afraid so. Rob and Benny will finally have something to do, besides playing that blasted Pkmn battle simulator. So, let's go." I said, getting up and starting to walk toward the Bridge elevator again.

"Roger." said Marrietta, as we got on the elevator.

When we got back on the Bridge, Rob, Renee, and Benny turned away from their screens (Probably playing that simulator again) to look at us.

Benny swallowed something and then said, "Lady Sophie, did you forget something?"

I rolled my eyes about the food, because I didn't wanna try to search him again. There was a "NO FOOD ALLOWED ON BRIDGE" sign on one of the walls, but he always managed to sneak something past me.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Benny, prep Ultima Island's engine." I said, not moving to my chair yet.

Benny began to type on his Terminal, probably performing Diagnostics.

"What's our heading?" asked Rob, from his station.

"We're moving the Island to dock with Lillycove City. IPC is overdue for a shipment, and I also have a small project planned. While you guys get ready, I need to contact IPC HQ and Dr. Psyche." I said, siting down in my chair and pressing the comm button on my left Earring.

It was a small button, since it had to be kept secret. The button was part of the fake ruby, and was well concealed, since it blended in with the color.

"Lady Sophie, would you like me to process this communiqe myself?" asked, Renee, suddenly.

"Yes, that would be fine." I said to Renee, and then issued another voice command to my Pack Server, "Establish secure comm line through Communications Station. Route signal to IPC HQ, Psyche's Office."

The system hummed for a few moments, and then a voice answered on the other end, "Well, if it isn't the Taisho, contacting me. Good 'morning'. What can I do for you on this busy day?"

"Dr. Psyche, good to hear from you again. I need you to be ready with the shipment of Pkmn products and computer hardware for the stores around the region. The Island is going to dock with Lillycove City, so please have it all loaded into trucks and hellecopters for the island cities. Do you have enough personel?" I asked, in as polite a voice as I could.

Although Psyche worked for me, he wasn't afraid of getting fired. He prefered to do his own research and not be bothered, unless people couldn't avoid it. He wasn't what somebody would expact of a highly inteligent and respected scientist, either. The guy actually worked out, and could give me both a decent Pkmn battle and a training session.

"Yes, I think I can manage the shipments, as I do every other week you remind me. Don't worry about IPC so much. Worry about what's happening with the world, nowdays."

TO BE CONTINUED

[bronislav84]

"Yes. That's the other thing I wanted to mention. Please have your Construction Branch on standby for a little project I have in mind. I think that having just one large base, and a smaller one is not enough. We need to have a base on the mainland. Therefore, I would like to start the operation to convert the abandoned Team Aqua facility into a Direct Outlet for IPC products, and a base on the mainland. Would you be able to do that Doctor?"

"Sure. You keep forgetting the number of people who work for your company. I have enough personel for the job. When we hit land, the delivery trucks and delivery hellecopters will go out after the road extends, and the construction crews will leave with them. They will just turn, and head toward the cove, instead. I can arrange it without a problem."

"Thank you, Doctor. I'm glad to have you on the team."

"Heh. I'm glad to be here. And besides, the facilities you provide me are top notch, so I could never leave." hs said, as he cut the connection.

I did the same, as Benny said to Rob, "Engine functioning normaly. You can engage it anytime, Rob."

"Thanks, everybody. Let's go." I said, as I leaned back to take a short nap during the trip.

"Wait, Sophie. There's something else." Said Renee, waiting for a response.

"Is something wrong, Renee?" I asked, turning to her and siting up in my chair.

"Yes. Just before Rob engaged the thrusters, a sub entered the sea lock. They're requesting permission to enter the lake. Comander Paperfaity is aboard that sub." She said to me, as she contined to explain to the two occupants why the Island was suddenly moving along with them.

"It's gonna be interesting to see what they want, since I kinda got the impression that his base was self-sufficient," I answered, leaning back a little agian.

She then pressed a few buttons to close the outer lock, pump out the seawater, pump in lake water, and to open the lock into the lake.

When she was done, I said, "Renne, I wanna take a nap for the trip, so can you please send a dictated message on our usual, secure frequency, to all away DARK members to head to Lillycove? I'd do it myself, but your station does it quicker."

"Sure, dictate away. I can take dictation well," She said, while probably turning on the Communications Station's messaging system.

She gave me a nod, and I started to speak, with Renee putting it all to print.

Attention all members on hiatus in other areas. Your presence is needed in Ultima City, which will probably be docking with Lillycove City by the time you get this message. If you wish to help out your team and possibly earn promotions, I urge you to cut your vacations short.

Krad Phylosopia, Taisho

I nodded to Renee to send it. When she did, I leaned back for a nap, only to be woken a second later by Renee.

"Hey, um. What do you want me to do while we travel? If I can't talk to you since you're gonna take a nap, and the other officers because they need to take care of their own statuons, what should I do to keep myself busy?" Asked Renee, with fingers twitching a little.

"Oh, what am I gonna do with you? Just monitor incomming communications, or how about playing that blasted battle simulator everybody loves so much?" I answered, with a small degree of annoyance.

There was no answer from her, and I guesed because she had already started to play.

And so, we were off...

OOC Note: The entire post is 21094 characters long, accordng to the forum, so even if I had divided it by exactly 10000, 10000, and 10000, I'd have still needed three posts. So, :tongue: to the people who don't believe me.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: *Is mad A TA facility is goign to be used as a base for an enemy team* I still have a passion for water pokemon and Aqua... Though its insignifigent in this RP.
IC:
CERP Labs, Tiantus’s Office.
In Tiantus’s office, I was discussing my findings on Saffron and Mt. Battle. Tiantus seemed to be multitasking and making my robots at the same time.

“Interesting. We can send a bomb squad to Mt Battle the night after you announce the presidency. I don’t know what to do about Saffron though. I guess it’s a chunk of knowledge if we want to kill Trist,” Tiantus said.

Suddenly, 2 Grunts burst through the doors of Tiantus’s office.

“Dr. Tiantus. We received this message on our PDAs. It looks it was sent from a Team Soul E-mail address,” One grunt said. He gave his PDA to Tiantus. He scanned it for a moment, and then dropped the parts he was holding.

“Team Soul staff, we are currently looking for an infiltrator of our HQ. Included is a picture of his face from a security camera. Unfortunately, that camera was badly damaged and we could not recover much. Please report any suspicious persons to a head security officer. Also, at this time, all levels are being locked down. No one can move between levels without special permission from the head security officers until further notice.
-Miles” Tiantus said.

“Why would Team Soul have your e-mail address?” I asked. The grunts were stumped. “Relationships, Relatives, Previous Jobs.”

“I’ve only worked for the UWO before, but I was fired,” the grunt said.

“I also worked at the UWO.” The other grunt said.

“Tiantus, how fast can you spam message boards and E-mail inboxes with this?” I asked.

“Gimme 2 Hours.” Tiantus said.

Tiantus ran to his 6 computers and opened up his spam program and entitled the message ‘Intruder in Team Soul HQ.’ He then typed, ‘I used to work for the UWO and I got a message on my PDA about someone inside Team Soul’s Secret HQ. Forward this to everyone you know if you wish to see Soul cease to control the UWO.’ He then pressed the spam button. The computer started guessing random e-mail addresses. (OOC: Just if you’re wondering, its from Tiantus’s Spam account Tintar@Orreaccounts.org)

On another computer he started to modify his program to spam message boards. He would have the computer crack into member’s accounts and post the message ‘I just received an e-mail on my PDA about someone had broken into Team Soul’s base. I used to work for the UWO, so that’s why I got this message. Copy and paste this message and post it on every message board you’re a member of if you wish to see Team Soul give up leadership to someone more capable.’ He then put a specific that the crackee had to have his age in his Profile and it had to be over 20.

After he finished that, he began to write a message board search engine to cooperate with the other program.

“What’s the risk of us getting caught?” I asked.

“None. Our IP is rented, so it cannot be looked up, unless there’s a government order, and Pierre Granyel cannot do anything, because he has no power unless he runs for office, and he’s already stated he is seeking retirement and will not run. Even if someone breaks into Orrecast’s records, the IP is registered to Tintar Marksman, a retired citizen of the Orange Islands who has no computer. After we finish this. We’ll send an assassin team to kill him and make it look like a suicide and put broken computer parts in his trash can,” Tiantus replied, and got back to work.

[Fayt]

Saffron City

Beeps, vibrates, PDAs were going off all over the place. Nobody knew what was happening and everything was complete chaos. Several of the communication systems were shut down before they became overloaded. However, most of the newer PDAs managed to get signal from as far as Cerulean. The mass spamming ceased to stop. Apparently a PDA virus was sent out around too that would cause the receiving PDA to force send out the same message to the entire address book.

I used to work for the UWO and I got a message on my PDA about someone inside Team Soul’s Secret HQ. Forward this to everyone you know if you wish to see Soul cease to control the UWO.

The entire world was increasingly getting pissed a this message and believed it was fake. Team Soul HQ was no exception.

Team Soul HQ – Security Level

The communication systems were finally shut down. I saw a man the others called Josh running like a madman all over the place. He was trying to desperately to keep the systems stable. Everyone on the security personal thought Miles got confused by this hoax when it just began. Now the hoax was everywhere. They all thought it was a huge laughing matter, after all, Team Soul HQ was impenetrable and completely hidden.

My spam software just couldn’t do it with this one. I was forced to shut off the PDA and now it was impossible to get anything out to Neo. I decided it was time to stop taking chances. If too many guards saw me ‘off duty’ it could mean terrible news. I slipped my card into an equipment store and let the door slide open. Walking inside I saw an array of helmets, vests and leg/arm pads. Piece after piece I fastened them on. I also grabbed a R-Class SMG hanging on the wall that the other guards seemed to have with them as a standard. After putting on the latest of guard fashion I stepped out towards the elevator. As I guessed, this massive spam attack was actually a blessing. The elevator purred down and then the doors slid open. This Josh guy and the other techies must be way too busy with the spam to have initiated the lockdown, or atleast they deactivated it so that they could get to the other systems. For good reason too, if they had not this spam would have rendered the entire base into chaos by overloading several systems and rendering communication impossible. In other words, a hackers dream come true. I walked inside the elevator and hit the button for the Database Level.

Team Soul HQ – Database Level

Considering the rushing crowds on the security level it was insanely quiet on the database level. I’d hate to see what the communications level is like right now.

I found myself in one gigantic computer lab. No hallways, no separate rooms. This was it. This was the entire floor. The people that were there were sitting at the computers, minding their own business and keeping quiet… or they were. That’s when I saw Terra. If my helmet didn’t have a shaded face guard I would have been screwed already. I decided to take a seat at a computer 2 rows behind her and then I slipped off my helmet and placed it under the chair.

Cracking my knuckles I began my search of any valuable information. That’s when I heard “Fayt?”

I ignored it at first and then heard again “Fayt, is that you?”

I looked up and saw the all too familiar shining eyes of Terra staring straight down at me. “Um, no… I don’t know any Fayt. I’m Vince.” I stood up,” A pleasure to meet you.” I said shaking her hand. She then gripped my hand and pulled me away. I should have never taken off that helmet. In the back of the lab she led me to the door of the woman’s bathroom and forced me in. She fallowed close behind. I turned around, “What the hell’s the big idea?”

“So you’re the spy. Phew, I thought it was someone to really worry about.”

“Oh gee, thanks Terra. So why haven’t you reported me yet then.”

“Well, not only is that impossible thanks to the huge spam all over, but I do have something to admit. I’m like you.”

“Wait, you’re a spy too? Who do you work for?”

“You tell me first.”

“Well you should’ve guessed it but I work for one of the council members who is very interested in what Thrist plans before just waltzing back to UWO. Now you.”

“It appears were on opposite sides after all then Fayt.”

“What do you mean.”

“I work for the World Liberty Rebellion. We are finished with single world leaders and want a system that checks itself. Ryan may have seemed good but we uncovered some dirt. So we had him assassinated. World leaders are not the answer Fayt.”

“Is violence the answer then Terra? You make a good point but is annihilation of the world leaders really necessary? And what of the council? They provided representation.”

“Not enough for the world. The UWO must now be destroyed and Team Soul with it for attaching itself. We already have one of the council members and their key card. Its only a matter of time before we get more.”

“Why the hell Terra?”

“Screw it, I’m already 2 days late on assassinating Trist thanks to your security antics. Well, you know too much, time for you to die,” with that said she snatched my SMG before I could get a firm grasp on it. However, when she had won it over, she had already lost. A shining silver magnum bullet flew through her skull dropping her to the ground. Leaving her blood dripping all over. Cussing, I flipped open my PDA and ignored the constant incoming messages.

Neo,
An organization has already infiltrated before I have called the World Liberty Rebellion. I killed one of their spies in Team Soul HQ but not before she told me that they have a council member in custody. She also said that she was two days behind schedule to assassinate Micheal Trist and that their organization assassinated Ryan Elite before him. She mentions one of the key cards too, no doubt one of those of the USS Unity. I fear the worse if they get their hands on it. That’s all I got before she grabbed my gun and I was forced to use my magnum.
She also said that the WLR digged up some dirt on Ryan before his assassination. That is all for now. With this spamming I think their systems are distraught enough. I could use that EMP evac before they find this other spy’s corpse. Over and out,
Fayt

I didn’t bother with aliases. Honestly, I’d be happy if Team Soul managed to intercept this one. I just saved Trist’s life. With that said, I headed towards to elevator to get to the top floor.

EDIT: More explaination of Josh being too tied up with spams and such to initiate a lockdown.

[HKim]

OOC: Confound it Fayt, don't you read my posts? I said that none of the levels can be accessed from another level because each is separated by a thick layer of metal, yes, even the elevators. That's why it's called a "lock down". Even if everyone believes it's a prank, the order still remains in effect until an official tells otherwise so no one can move between levels.
IC:

Kanto: Saffron City: UWO Center


After Michael ended his speech, he quickly turned around and walked back inside the UWO Center. Immediately, his two assistants, Miles and Henry (who had set up the podium), followed him inside, escorting him as two bodyguards in case of another assassination attempt. Just as he stepped through the double doors, the lobby erupted into a chorus of cheers and claps. He looked around, watching, as smiles seemed to dance across the faces of every man and woman in the building.

Miles leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Excellent speech, Mr. President. Apparently, you’ve given them the hope they needed.”

Michael nodded and slowly walked forward to the nearest person, smiled, and shook her hand. He then proceeded through the crowd, shaking each person’s hand until he reached the stairs. He turned around to face the crowd.

“Thank you all for your support,” he began, “Now, let’s save this world. I won’t lie to you, this won’t be an easy task and who knows what this new empire, the Unity of Defiance, will do to retain its own illegitimate power. I hope that we can convince our friends in Hoenn and The Orange Islands that rebellion is not the answer. Either way, we will defend this nation and stand for the ideals of Ryan Elite. For Elite, Forever!”

The officials in the lobby once again clapped in approval. Michael smiled for a moment, before finally turning around and walking up the flight of stairs. He headed to the elevator, inserted his key, and then boarded.

“Operations,” Michael requested and the elevator complied, lifting Michael, Henry, and Miles.

As the doors opened, Michael quickly stepped out into another hallway, although this one was a lot more secure with thick metal walls, several security cameras, and hidden weapons everywhere. Luckily, they only activated during emergency and were controlled from the inside of Operations. Michael walked through the hall to a second metal door, guarded by two security members. Harry immediately pulled out his ID and handed it to the guards. He then placed his hand upon the panel while they inserted the ID in their handheld device. Once both confirmed his identification, they typed in a code that they only knew into the keypad. It was only then that the metal door shifted open to reveal Operations.

As Michael stepped into the large circular room located at the center of the UWO government building, he glanced around, watching as the government agents busily set about their work. Located at the center of Operations was a circular table with a map of the world printed on the counter. Around the room, various stations and consoles received important information and controlled various parts of the building. In addition, these consoles also controlled the UWO’s Center defenses that activated in case of emergency. The brain of the entire building would be perfect to set up Michael’s operations.

“Henry,” he began, “I’m going to leave you here to set things up. I need you to gather together reports around the world and see where there have been national disturbances. More importantly, though, I need you to gather all information regarding the Unity of Defiance and the political changes happening in Orre. I think somebody is trying to set us up there and I want that to stop. If you find anything, contact me by my PDA.”

Michael pulled out his PDA to further emphasize his instruction. It was then that he noticed that he had two messages. One was sent by Miles regarding the base lockdown and the other was sent by… someone unknown. Only a few people knew his address. He quickly opened the file.


Good evening President Trist, I'm sure his message will find you well, but perhaps you should lecture your employees on the value of keeping their belongings safe this was far to easy, I expected better from the new Presidency team.

I do not wish to bore you with my small talk, so I'll get straight to the point. We share the same dream of our quest for peace, and I have connections that I believe will be quite useful for OUR cause. If you wish to enquire further then meet me at 10pm tonight, room 17 at the Mandarin hotel. I think it will proove most benefitial to you

adieu-


Michael closed his PDA, pondering over this strange message. Obviously someone other than his team members had gained access to his PDA communication code, but who that was remained a mystery. However, this person, whoever he or she may be, suggested that they work together to retain peace, a noble goal he held close to his heart. If that person managed to break into Team Soul’s computers and only took his code, then perhaps that person really did want to help.

Michael handed his PDA to Miles, “Miles, take my PDA back to the public base and analyze the most recent message sent to me. I want to know where it came from and who accessed my communication code. If you need to contact me, use my cell phone. Same goes for you Henry. As for me, I have a meeting with someone. Someone who may hold the key to saving the future of Earth.

[Dog of Hellsing]

NAME: ARUNEI SHADE
CODENAME: DRAGONSTORM
SAFFRON CITY

I was sitting, feeling bored as crap when suddenly I noticed a small group of Trainers was talking animatedly. I looked over to Eon and then nodded over to the group.

~What are they going on about over there?~

Eon's eyes flashed red as she used her psychic abilities to listen mentally on the conversation. After a moment, her eyes flickered and she looked at me.

~They say a man named Micheal Trist has become President of the UWO. They are listening to the speech on a radio.~

My eyes widened and I jumped up as I shouted, "WHAT?!" People were looking at me when sueddenly PDA's and cell phones started going off like mad. I scowled at all the beeping, ringing, and buzzing even as I felt my own phone trembling against my leg. I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, looking at the message on it.

I used to work for the UWO and I got a message on my PDA about someone inside Team Soul’s Secret HQ. Forward this to everyone you know if you wish to see Soul cease to control the UWO.

I could hear everyone else around me with a mobile communications device begin to chatter loudly and excitedly. What did it mean? Some of the people sounded upset, and a few sounded just angry. I glared at my phone, eyes narrowed.

"Hmmmmmmmm...."

After a moment I saved the message to my phone, in case I needed it for later. I didn't bother to forward it, since I didn't know if it was a trick by one of the members of the other Teams or something. Better not to lead them to the other Puppeteers, even if it wasn't their intention. If it was true, well, that was all good and well. As it was, it really had nothing to do with my current mission. I put my phone back into my pocket and looked at Eon. Outside I could hear the commotion the message was causing.

~Come on, we should head to the Radio Tower and look around while everyone is caught up in this little bit of madness.~

Eon nodded and I stood, walking to the door with her following behind me. I exited the Pokemon Center and ignored everyone as I was ignored, heading to the Radio Tower and walking inside.

~Wonder if we'll find anything here...~ I thougt as we walked around. I glanced at the receptionist behind a desk, who was looking at a PDA and muttering to herself. Waving to Eon, we slipped by her without drawing attention. I saw a bookcase with a few magizines on top of it and walked to it, picking up one and leafing through it for a few. ~Eon, keep an eye out. Let me know if anyone even looks like they're coming near us.~

~Right.~

[Lord Celebi]

Hamlin Island, Residence of Tintar Marksman
A team of 3 gloved and covered (OOC: You can’t find fingerprints) Ciborg assassins was on the roof of Tintar Marksman’s house. Their only objective was to kill Marksman.

Hamlin was a small island. Marksman’s house had no neighbors and was close to a forest.

One assassin jumped off the roof and got in front of the biggest window in his house. Marksman was not in sight.

The assassin pulled out a stone and broke the window. He kicked the rest open so he could get in.

From the roof, another assassin dropped a laptop computer that had been magnetized, so no data could be recovered.

The assassin inside took a rope and started walking. He found Marksman in his room. The senior got up, but slowly.

“Who… Who are you?” The senior said.

“The Reaper,” The assassin said. He then held Marksman down. Another assassin jumped through the window and took out a rope. He tied it around Marksman’s neck and started dragging him to his closet. He then tied the rope to the pole in there and hung him. The Assasin then took out a can of spray paint and wrote Team Soul was here on the wall.

“We’re gone.” The first assassin said. The second assassin stole a key from Marksman’s pocket, went out the front door, and locked it again. The three assassins then ran for the forest and were picked up by a helicopter.

*

“Meals Delivery!” A young volunteer said knocking on Marksman’s house five minutes after the assassins’ helicopter left Hamlin. The young man went around the house and noticed the broken window. He took out his cell phone and called 911.

CERP Labs, rust’s Office
“Going to Orange Island news, Tintar Marksman has been assassinated. A message spray painted on the wall said Team Soul was here. Wait… We’re getting breaking news. The mass spam has been traced to Tintar Marksman. Orrecast released IP records today and it appears Marksman has been behind the spamming. More on both stories at ten.”

I turned the TV off. The assassins had been done as they had been told. More discredit to Team Soul. This will help my campaign a great deal. I flipped on Orrecast news.

“Today, Tintar Marksman, the lead suspect in the Mass Spamming revealing Team Soul’s HQ has an invader, which has been confirmed to be the truth from some unidentified former UWO workers, has been murdered today. He was hung and a message on his wall said Team Soul was here. There were no fingerprints at the scene. Assumingly, this was done by one of the robots commissioned by Team Soul.”

“MUAHAHAHAH!” My laugh bellowed through the room.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Saffron city

*Daniella was currently picking pink bubblegum off her face while listening to loud music on one of Saffron's buses. Her phone was going off in her bag and she opened it to reveal the spam messaging that was cuttently plagueing the nation. She sighed then deleted it and put the phone back in her bag. She had put two and two together but left it be, it wouldn't be any of her corcern until later if things went smoothly. The bus came to a halt outside a curved glass building, modern now but probably out of style in 15 years time. I sign above the extruding lobby of the building indicated that this was the Mandarin Hotel. Daniella almost didn't get off despite the glaringly obvious, she had been caught up in her own little world but thankfully realised where she was before the driver had closed the doors. She ran across the road, dodging traffic, into the Lobby. It wasn't the most upmarket of hotels, but it wasn't bad either. It seemed to fit somewhere in the middle, the type of place people on business would stay.*

*The room she aquired was pretty average, TV, bathroom and a bed that took up almost all the space. Her one luxary was a potted palm in the corner that was in desperate need of some water. There was little for Daniella to do, she still had a few hours to wait so she decided to have a shower and watch a movie. She kept it on low volume though so she could attempt to listen to anyone along the corridor. She also put her daggars under her pillow so she could easily get them, just incase he decided to send some of his followers instead of making an appearence himself. The daggars themselves were usually just for show and out of tradition, but they came in handy for slitting throats if the need ever arised. However there was also another reason she used them instead of keeping up with the times, and that was that she had an imense fear of guns. All that power packed behind a tiny piece of metal, enough power to take a life and it frightened her. She couldn't hold an unarmed gun let alone a loaded one, and in an age where everyone and their grandmother owned one she was at a great disadvantage.*

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Onboard Terradax, bound for Lilycove City

We were only a few miles from Lilycove now, and already more hell was breaking out of the pit. Still, we were way ahead of Team Soul now, regardless of whatever desperate measures they were going to take from here on in.

Again, Michael Trist had sent out another radio message to the world regarding his official installment as president of the United World Order. Of course, this didn’t make a damn bit of difference to the Unity of Defiance. Shortly after Trist’s speech was broadcasted, we had looked on the Orange Islands Channel 6 News regarding its reaction among its citizens. The reaction was almost comical. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who believed actions speak louder than words. And right now, we were speaking louder.

Then came Alvin Gregory’s speech countering Michael Trist’s little pleas for a so called “unity” in his name. Again, Trist’s pleas were going in the wrong direction when it came to trying to convince us to unite again. I had watched him step up to a podium in front of a crowd that obviously showed no respect for Dr. Trist, “the quack” some of them called him with signs and banners that presented a very hilarious representation of the new UWO president as a deadbeat Psyduck.

“I have decided that through my comrades Nathan Graystone and Neo Winterfield, the Orange Islands will continue to reject Dr. Michael Trist’s pleas for unity for as long as he is in office.” Proconsul Alvin Gregory had stated, “I do not want to believe that there are people in this world that can believe that a simple man that has had no experience in the house of the UWO can make a difference through words only, and not action. Unfortunately, it brings me doubt and question to the officials of both Johto and Kanto that they are willing to agree to a man that is neither willing to give effort into locating the missing members of the former council, nor provide logical reason as to why we should reunite under a union that has obviously crumbled.”

“In fact, I can assure you, Michael Trist, that if the world leaders could return to duty, they would have done so already, but currently it is out of their reach. Unlike you, the Brotherhood of Steel recognizes that trying to find these missing council members is going to take far more than just a simple request. They also recognize that these people need protection to serve as their military and their policeman to guard them in a time of chaos such as this. Trist, can you really prove to the world that you have the standing, the experience, the strength and the knowledge to protect and unite this nation the same way Ryan Elite did? The people of the Unity of Defiance have already answered that question. We neither affiliate with you, nor do we believe you. To the people of Hoenn and certainly to the people of the Orange Islands, you are a complete stranger, a person who has yet to earn any of our trust. You have been unable to stop the violence, and the only result is further separation. You have not earned the trust of our people, nor do you show interest in obtaining it. In my honest opinion and in the voice of our people, you hold onto the seat of the president only because of the pact and because of your desire for power, not because of your integrity, not because of your leadership, and not because of willingness to cooperate. And so, the Unity of Defiance will continue to refuse to believe your sugar-coated lies for unity.”

The speech then ended, and damn did the audience love that one. Still, not even five seconds after it was over did I get a contract from my under cover operative, Fayt.

Neo,
An organization has already infiltrated before I have called the World Liberty Rebellion. I killed one of their spies in Team Soul HQ but not before she told me that they have a council member in custody. She also said that she was two days behind schedule to assassinate Michael Trist and that their organization assassinated Ryan Elite before him. She mentions one of the key cards too, no doubt one of those of the USS Unity. I fear the worse if they get their hands on it. That’s all I got before she grabbed my gun and I was forced to use my magnum.
She also said that the WLR digged up some dirt on Ryan before his assassination. That is all for now. With this spamming I think their systems are distraught enough. I could use that EMP evac before they find this other spy’s corpse. Over and out,
Fayt

The WLR. No doubt, these were the same scum that were probably responsible for the capture/assassination of the council members. And if we were going to try and find them, no doubt we were going to have to get rid of them the hard way. But right now, Fayt needed a way out of there, and this kind of total shutdown operation wasn’t going to be easy. We were going to have to invade Saffron City’s airspace, which they could begin to think was a terrorist attack. What we needed to do was mark the aircraft to look like it was part of the World Liberty Rebellion, and they would be launching the EMP needed to blackout Saffron, at least for a 10 minute period so their security lockdown would be disengaged. It would kill their internal operating systems, but I needed him out of there.

Winterfield

This message is going out to Fayt, Kyle, Dart, and any other operatives within the Saffron City area. This is an order for a mission redirect. If you can get out of Saffron, now is the time to do it. Kyle, plant the Data Rogue and shut down their systems and make sure they don’t turn on again until after you have departed. One of our mission critical operatives is trapped in the HQ of Team Soul, and he needs evacuation. The only means to do this is through an Electromagnetic Pulse that will knock out Saffron City’s electronics. This will disable their security and their power systems. The EMP will be activated from the Gray Blade gunship while disguised as a vessel belonging to the World Liberty Rebellion, the very terrorist group that ordered the assassination of Ryan Elite during the speech in Benton Park. Already, our operative has terminated one of their spies in Team Soul HQ. An EMP assault by the same group on Team Soul will be no surprise to them considering this series of events. This will not only give our operative a chance to escape, but it will also shut down Team Soul’s HQ Computer core temporarily while under the belief that the World Liberty Rebellion is responsible.

I then sent the message, and then contacted Edward Carr, the main pilot of the Gray Blade.

“Commander Winterfield?” Carr asked me, “What’s up?”

“Carr, we need to evacuate several of our operatives out of Saffron City.” I told the main pilot, “So, we need an EMP missile to be fired at the center of the city.”

“No problem.” Carr replied in his usual carefree tone. “We have several ready and waiting.”

“However, we need for you to disguise the Gray Blade to appear like it is part of the World Liberty Rebellion.” I told him quickly, knowing we couldn’t waste another second like this, “They are the same ones who assassinated Ryan Elite and have already begun attacking Team Soul. So, I’d rather let them get the suspicion for the attack rather than us.”

“They’re the ones who killed Ryan Elite!?” Carr asked in shock.

“There’s no time to waste, Carr.” I told him seriously, not willing to waste a half hour telling him all about it, “Get your crew and the Gray Blade ready and get your ass over there as soon as possible. Make calling for backup your ultimate last resort. If we come to help you, the world will think the Brotherhood has ties to the World Liberty Rebellion, which will not make us look good at all and will utterly kill our mission objectives. Do you understand!?”

“Yes, sir.” Carr replied, a little nervous.

“Then get going.” I told him before shutting the communication link.

I could only hope Fayt and the other operatives could hold out for just a little more…

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Outside of Room 918, Saffron Hotel.

"Well, Dart, let's get this meeting underway." Kyle said.

Kyle then heard his PDA vibrate. Kyle pulled it out of his pocket and received this message.

Winterfield

This message is going out to Fayt, Kyle, Dart, and any other operatives within the Saffron City area. This is an order for a mission redirect. If you can get out of Saffron, now is the time to do it. Kyle, plant the Data Rogue and shut down their systems and make sure they don’t turn on again until after you have departed. One of our mission critical operatives is trapped in the HQ of Team Soul, and he needs evacuation. The only means to do this is through an Electromagnetic Pulse that will knock out Saffron City’s electronics. This will disable their security and their power systems. The EMP will be activated from the Gray Blade gunship while disguised as a vessel belonging to the World Liberty Rebellion, the very terrorist group that ordered the assassination of Ryan Elite during the speech in Benton Park. Already, our operative has terminated one of their spies in Team Soul HQ. An EMP assault by the same group on Team Soul will be no surprise to them considering this series of events. This will not only give our operative a chance to escape, but it will also shut down Team Soul’s HQ Computer core temporarily while under the belief that the World Liberty Rebellion is responsible.

Holy, Fayt is trapped in the HQ! Kyle opened the "bill."

"This isn't a bill!" Kyle said.

Kyle pulled the Data Rogue out of the package and ran out the door as fast as he could. He ran down the steps, he had no time to take the elevator. If Neo gets impatient with Trist, there could be an attack on Saffron at anytime. It was time to get out of Saffron. First mission, evacuate Fayt from HQ. To Neo, Fayt is being held hostage, whether Soul knows they are holding him or not, he's being held. Neo is worried about Fayt getting interrogated and tortured, so Neo could definately attack.

Kyle burst out the front door of the hotel and ran towards the HQ. The HQ was being guarded very well the front door was blocked off and they probably were'nt letting anyone in. But, he needed to try.

"JT, Team Soul member, I need to get in."

The guard looked at him and said "No. The entire HQ is under lockdown."

Kyle walked off to the side of the building look for a window to bust out and crawl through or anything. Stealth was no longer part of this mission, we were leaving after this anyway.

Kyle spotted a window on this side...It wasn't the biggest in the world but he could definately fit through it. He looked through to see what was inside.

"It leads to the reception area, and nobody is behind the desk...Wonder where they went?"

Kyle pried the window open slightly, hopefully it wasn't rusted so it would be difficult to open. It opened enough for Kyle to jump through. He still couldn't figure out why there was a nobody in the lobby, so he landed behind the desk. He saw the computer that was used to sign-in the members.

Kyle pulled out the Data-Rogue and inserted it to the Hard-Drive. This should shut down all computers in the building, including the ones that lock doors and set up security trip-wires. Kyle saw a guard coming inside the door. The Data-Rogue beeped just in time, he pulled out and jumped back out of the window.

Of course, Kyle couldn't get that lucky, the guard saw him and immediantley got on the Walkie-Talkie.

"Suspect on east side of the building, just jumped out of the Receptionist Window. Get him!"

Kyle ran around to the Train Station oping to get a train to Goldenrod....No such luck, Soul had shut down the train station, nobody was getting out, unless they could fly.

"Fly, that's it!" Kyle said as he plucked off a Pokeball from his belt and throw it.

"Charizard, I hope your wings are ready, LET'S GO!" Kyle yelled as he jumped on Charizard's back.

They flew to the sky, and Kyle pulled out his PDA.

Ward

Commander, the security systems have been shut-down, inform Fayt and tell him to get out as soon as possible. I am in the sky riding on the my Charizard. They are shooting anti-aircraft missles at us...Get it on the news! Shooting anti-aircraft missles at a man and his Pokemon. That's deifnately a crime. That'll make them real bad. Charaizard's so used to dodging attacks that he can easily dodge these missles. We'll be ok. Send back-up to Saffron, I'll be in Hoenn in a few days.

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
“This is Orrecast news with a breaking report! Team Soul has opened fire on a young man riding a Charizard. Our reporter, Ron Agg, who was in Saffron to give us our special report on the safety of hotels has this to say,” The TV flashed and a young man was on TV.

“Thanks. My camera was able to spot this today coming out of Team Soul’s base, which has been the subject of a recent spamming which has been comfirmed true. A Boy on a Charizard was flying over the building, then Soul opened fire with anti-aircraft missiles. The Charizard seems to be doing fine. Team Soul has made no comment so far on this or the murder of Tintar Marksman. Wendy.” The reporter said. The camera played previous footage of the Chairzard dodging missiles.

“That’s Ron. We will have more on this at 10:00 including Team Soul’s comment on the Murder of Marksman and The Missiles.” I turned the TV off. I began to laugh even louder.

“MAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The laugh bellowed. Tiantus ran in.

“I assumed from your laughter you heard the report.” Tiantus burst into the room.

“Yes, I did. Soul is just asking, I mean ASKING to have an investigation. With our frame of the murder of protesters, Marksman, and now this of their own doing. The people of Orre will just play into my hands.” I then gave another evil laugh, “MUAHAHAHAHA!”

[Fayt]

Team Soul HQ – Database Level

I hit the button to call the elevator… nothing happened. I pushed it about 50 more times, no light, no purr, no nothing. I snapped my fingers… security must have finally initiated the lockdown despite the chaos from the spam mail.

I looked around me and saw the vent… no they would’ve thought of that. Stairwell too would obviously be locked up. Perhaps there was time for my other objectives after all. I sat back down at one of the computers and shoved my id card into the slot. Luckily it accepted the card. However, even the computers were generally locked down. I couldn’t get much access to the database. I took out my PDA… Time for the usual hacking. I plugged it in and then suddenly the alarm went off. Damn the security here is rough. Suddenly the lights, computers, everything shut down. Holy, what happened to the good old light switches. Now everything is computers and look what happens.

A backup system must have been in place because all of a sudden everything reinitialized. Lights, computers, everything. Whatever it was that did it there were security measures in place… but if things rebooted…

I bolted to the stairwell and began climbing the stairs. The entire system went to the backup default… where the lockdown was shut off. The alarm began going off again with red strobe lights everywhere. I began climbing faster and faster up the stairs until I began to hear faint explosions. Upon the last stair, there suddenly was a thick security panel sliding into place over the stairs. I squeezed through quickly just managing it. Once again, a body part or two almost getting crushed. I kicked open the door and then I saw a horrible battle against a man and his charhizard. I recognized it… it was Kyle.

I knew his charhizard was impressive but he couldn’t hold out against those guns for long. Not with the targeting systems back online. I had to find a way to shut them down.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters,
Josh's Office
Saffron City

Everything was happening all at once for Josh. He could not figure out what was going on. There was some kind of PDA virus he had not received. Possibly because he was smart enough not to accept e-mails on it unless he was away from his laptop which was quite rarely. But one thing he did have on it, his computer and his laptop was information on hacking by enemies. And it was happening on database level!
Josh, with no time to lose, quickly typed up an e-mail to Marth using his own desktop computer. Unless the infiltrators had messed around with their proxy and communication, Josh could still get an e-mail to the outside world.

'Marth,
This may look messy but I'm in a hurry! Virus being sent around the building and infiltrators are here trying to hack our database! Stun Bullets made, I'm taking them with me. We need to relocate our headquarters! Get back to me soon!

Josh'

Josh hit send. It sent it as quick as it normally did. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked around for his things. He grabbed his laptop, Poké Balls and Stun Bullets and headed downstairs toward the database level.

Team Soul Headquarters
Database Level

Josh had been down here only once. And it was to check the database was up and running smoothly. Of course he had access to it himself, but only checked new applicants. The infiltrators had found the headquarters, but luckily they had not found the secret ones. If they were to, every computer in the company would be in jepordy because their main mission would be to target the main computer.
Josh was looking around, Half-Life style, to find the infiltrators. The alarm had been going off for sometime now. And he could see a light not of theirs just in the distance...

[Lord Celebi]

En Route to Ciborg Orre Command
I sat in the Helicopter pondering Soul’s act of political suicide. Firing missiles is a biggie and cannot be forgotten easily. I have a feeling I’m going to win this election.

The Helicopter Landed in the Realgem Colosseum. It only had girders set up around it, no roof yet, and was being used as a temporary Heliport. Grunts were busy taking chairs out, laying down rugs for the Laboratory at top.

Colossseums are almost useless to Ciborg. Especially one on top of a Command Center. The Ciborg Colosseum is only used for Public Execution.

I pressed a button and the elevator came up. I got in and it zoomed down. I walked down the marble stairs. Grunts were going up and down, everywhere. I walked into an office labeled ‘Bacara.’ There was another labeled ‘Bly’ across from Bacaras’s Office. I opened the door.

“Ah, rust Makuta. Sit down. Sit Down. Have you heard about Marksman’s assassination? Soul must be pretty mad to kill someone. And to launch missiles at a Charizard,” Bacara opened.

“I killed Marksman, not literally though. I sent some Ciborg assassins to Hamlin and killed him. It perfectly framed Soul. How are things going at C.i.B.ORG Orre Command?”

“Good, good. I’ve been promoted to General and Head of the Orre Army. Bly is my Lieutenant General. How’s Cody?” Bacara asked.

“Fine. He’s at Ciborg Colosseum. Its all ready for the boss, and I have a seat for you, Bly, and Cody. There’s seats for the boss, me, Tiantus, and sk too.”

“Hmm… Well, call me when you want the weapons systems activated, though I have something to show you.” Bacara led me to a small, raised podium. Under me was a few feet, as I was in the Highest office in Orre Command. I looked outside. About 20 Tumblers were lined up, with 10 more coming back from circling the perimeter.

“Those are tumblers, a New breed of Tank. Designed by only the best weapons specialists in Ciborg. It takes three people to pilot, but these are the best mode of vehicular combat so far.” Bacara said. I started walking out.

[Fayt]

Fayt Hopter
Brotherhood of Steel
Saffron City - Above Team Soul HQ

I switched my PDA to walkie talkie mode and opened a channel with Kyle.

“I’m on the surface, I’m getting the hell outta here. I suggest you do the same.”

“Roger that”

After the transmission, Fayt noticed he had a message that wasn't the spam going around.


This message is going out to Fayt, Kyle, Dart, and any other operatives within the Saffron City area. This is an order for a mission redirect. If you can get out of Saffron, now is the time to do it. Kyle, plant the Data Rogue and shut down their systems and make sure they don’t turn on again until after you have departed. One of our mission critical operatives is trapped in the HQ of Team Soul, and he needs evacuation. The only means to do this is through an Electromagnetic Pulse that will knock out Saffron City’s electronics. This will disable their security and their power systems. The EMP will be activated from the Gray Blade gunship while disguised as a vessel belonging to the World Liberty Rebellion, the very terrorist group that ordered the assassination of Ryan Elite during the speech in Benton Park. Already, our operative has terminated one of their spies in Team Soul HQ. An EMP assault by the same group on Team Soul will be no surprise to them considering this series of events. This will not only give our operative a chance to escape, but it will also shut down Team Soul’s HQ Computer core temporarily while under the belief that the World Liberty Rebellion is responsible.


The EMP was coming, and I was on the surface, it was time to get the heck out of Saffron. I pocketed my PDA again and pulled out my silver pokeball. I opened it up and Skarmory came out.

“Skarmory, grab me by the shoulders and lets get out of here!”

Skarmory acknowledged and picked me up. I pulled out my magnum and pitied any fool that decided to pop out now. By flying generally low we were able to avoid the anti-air fire from the Team Soul HQ.

“To my room Skarmory, there’s a few things I need to pick up before I head out.”

Skarmory soared towards the UWO Apartment Complex and reached the window of my room. I kicked through it we flew in. I speedily got the pedestal with my equipment out and refitted myself with my black armor. I also equipped my sniper rifle but tossing the suitcase and just putting it over my neck using the band, my ammo and my vibroblade. I also refitted my PDA with my Brotherhood security card. Now it was time to get as far away from Saffron as possible. Skarmory grabbed my shoulders and we headed out of the city going South.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg Orre Command
I silently left Bacara’s Office and went down another elevator. It took me to a lobby of sorts. There were two doors. One Said Cafeteria. The other said Under Construction.

I walked out of the Lobby into the Tubes. I began looking around. Nothing new was here, just a bunch of grunts running to and fro. I got bored, quick. I went back into the lobby to another elevator which took me below ground. The first floor was done. I set the elevator to floor 2.

It went down to a construction site. Diggers were working on stairs, and digging out more floors. Steel Girders were everywhere, there was even a small drill and a small (Like the size of a clown car in cartoons) Remote Controlled cement truck. I pressed three. I went down to a floor where no work was done, except for the stairs.

The elevator said there were 30 floors. I’ll have to tell Bacara to expand that to the safest number possible. I pressed the Tower Button and went up to the Lobby.

I went up the elevator and walked back into Bacara’s office.

“I want as many diggable floors as possible without reaching the core or putting our workers at hazard.” I told Bacara.

“Sir, it will be done. We will have a lot extra though, what are we to do with them?”

“Research of course. Specifically, secret weapons research the cannot be done where our weapons research facility will be in fear of the destruction or thievery of it.”

“SIR!” Bacara said. I walked out of Bacara’s office and up the elevator. I got into the Helicopter and it took off to CERP Labs.

[Kenny_C.002]

Celadon, "Team Soul was there"

We landed and exited the helicopter. The destruction of Celadon was horrifying and extremely morbid as bloodshed and signs of death lingered the land as if plague had swept through. If we were framed for such travesty, then either we were really hated by someone, or someone is coming after us.

The reaction from the remaining survivors were typical of seeing their archnemesis after they've slaughtered their family...sheer hatred and sheer anger for everything "Team Soul" had done, and more importantly, what they will do next, seeing these men and women in weapons and uniform.

Relena had set up camp using the helicopter as the main base as well as an emergency hospital equipped with ten inflated beds, with Raphael dealing with the communications. Three of us were to remain at the base: out commanding officer Relena Icecraft; Raphael Tin, our communcations director; and Natsuki Umi, our team tactician.

"Alright. You and Jess will be sticking around in this area for a while. Since Jess has some knowledge with medicine, help her out wieh whatever she needs. Umi suggested that Hilary should go out to check the surroundings and see if the enemy is here or not, and will report back," Relena explained to Jess and I as we were doing nothing but standing guard, "And this."

She showed us her PDA, and it having a terrible message, "
I used to work for the UWO and I got a message on my PDA about someone inside Team Soul’s Secret HQ. Forward this to everyone you know if you wish to see Soul cease to control the UWO."

Reeling from the problems that Team Soul has been facing, one thing was certain, Team Soul will have rough times ahead. Either way, we were to head to aid the people.

A nearby home lost their lock, and the fresh blood trail insisted that we were to take a look. Inside was a man about as tall as Hilary herself, and he was barely conscious. Jess, with her medical background, checked the man. I was just uncomfortable from the man staring at me as if I was the enemy. That was the feeling that I would have to get used to, Team Soul or not. It was until after the old man slept when we talked.

"How is he?" I questioned Jess.

"He's alright. It wasa fairly deep wound to his left leg though. I doubt he can walk again, but I did what I can to at least save him from death," Jess answered.

"So we can get answers from him?"

"Technically speaking, yes."

"Great. We'll wait then."

After sending a message to Relena in the base, we stuck at the broken home with the old man. I just noticed that this was the kitchen, and the attackers actually attacked the old man from the front, which meant that the attackers were on the front street and did not attack from the back. It also would seem that the massacre didn't hit anyone who was inside their homes and near the back.

Jess and I talked in the meantime. She told me that she was actually a member of the medical society, but she opted to join Team Soul to benefit the world. From a klutz like her, I would have never imagined that she had almost double my education while still being younger than me. In short, she was a genius...a delicious hot "not-so-nerdy" genius. While I don't tend to reveal information to others, it was a slight tradeoff that I told her about my education background. She shrugged and gave me a peck. It was then the old man woke up, and he was still in pain, however his voice sounded like he would kill everyone in the vicinity.

"Monsters!" he screamed.

"Look calm down old man. We wouldn't go saving you just to make you suffer," I reasoned.

"It is that! You wish to torture this old man again and again! Monster, Orre will never forgive you for your evils!"

"Wait. Hold on a second here. We're holding anti-machine weaponary with us, and we're hunting robots. Telling us that we're going to kill more of you is ridiculous. We however do want info on the robots."

"For you to find them so you can unleash hell on us again? You will wish you were never born!"

"No, seriously I'm not here to fight, or I would have shot you by now."

"Finish me! I wish not telling evils anything! Finish me or leave me at peace! I'd rather die than to help the likes of you."

"Look here old man, I don't have the patience to save a man just to kill him again. If I'd do that, 'd be kicked out of the medical society," Jess exclaimed, "We're here because we know something is up. We need to seek and destroy the robots so we can stop Team Soul."

"What?" the old man grunted, reeling from the shock and likely in pain, as he still laid on the floor, with us still sitting across from him.

"Yeah, we're...renegades!" I immediately played with Jess's plan.

"Renegades? But why renegades here?"

"You see, we're originally from Team Soul, but since we don't necessarily agree with their ideals, we decided to come here without any orders from anyone. We feel that this is the best way, to see if Team Soul really is innocent or not. If they are innocent, well it'll be made public. If it isn't, we're going to take them down."

"With the two of you?"

"We only have six of us right now."

"Youngsters, I may not believe that you are renegades, but it does seem that you have no intention of killing me. However, I am not trusting you since you are still the suspect, I will aid you for now."

"I believe you have made the right choice sir."

"It was a swampert. I saw a swampert shadow somewhere pretty far from here when the attack began. I ran in here as fast as I could, but I still took a shot in my leg here. I, however, cannot garantee you that information either."

"Thanks old man. I do suppose that bringing you to our field hospital isn't out of the question?"

"Well I guess I did spoil you romantic moment there. Very well then, I shall go to the hospital then."

And that, I helped carry the old man back. I did feel sorry for Jess though, since she looked as if she would crumble under the weaponary and her medical equipment. That, and also because Jess wasn't able to speak all that much during the time when we were at the old man's home.

Back at the field hospital, Hilary arrived also with some news. "I've gathered info that it was a Cyborg of some sort that was in the vicinity during the attack. It also seemed that we've neutralized the threat here also," she whispered to me.

"Wait, you took down the robots?" I whispered back.

"Yeah, it's pretty easy for me."

It was clear by the end of the day that it was a Cyborg with a swampert that were behind this. Everything pointed to CiBORG. Relena informed the HQ, or at least tried to, and asked Hilary and I to head to Orre to get some dirt on this cyborg with a swampert, since Hilary had some connections there.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Kenny, WTF? I haven't killed anyone in Orre yet. You're talking about the death of the protesters? That happened in Celadon :rolleyes: Will edit tomorrow with more from CERP Labs. Tired now.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Kenny, WTF? I haven't killed anyone in Orre yet. You're talking about the death of the protesters? That happened in Celadon :rolleyes: Will edit tomorrow with more from CERP Labs. Tired now.

OOC: Done. I'm in Celadon, but now going to Orre. XD See you there, rusty ol' boy. ;)

[HKim]

OOC: This post takes place before JT's post. Don't worry, though, it doesn't really affect anything he or Fayt did.
IC:



Kanto: Saffron City


With Henry and Miles busy with their separate tasks, Michael now sat in his car with two new Team Soul escorts whom he did not know personally. However, Henry had personally vowed for each one and thus, he was sure that he could trust them. With the world in such chaos and Team Soul facing blame for world events, Michael knew that trust was the most important thing at the moment.

He had turned on the car radio, listening to various stations talk about the situation. While most of the Kanto and Johto stations supported him and the efforts of Team Soul to reunite the world, there were a few international stations that seemed to suspect otherwise. The chaotic emails and suspicions of Team Soul murders seemed to have played their role to cast doubt on Michael and his efforts. Unfortunately, this only threw the world further into chaos.

Michael mused for a second, accompanied only by his thoughts. Many people believed that he had wrongly taken power due to the crisis and that he was merely a dictator. Perhaps they were right, but he knew deep inside that they were wrong. In three days, the world went from a peaceful country to rabid chaos. No one seemed to step up the plate in that time and old leaders seemed to have fled rather than stand and lead the country. It was then that he decided to try when no one else did. He worked with the regional leaders and officials and finally became president, not because he wanted power, but because he knew that in a time of chaos, people needed a leader to look up to, to trust in. It was that truth that kept him going. Ryan Elite was his friend and he will fight for the UWO even if it killed him.

Slowly, the car began to stop and Michael peered outside to see the old Mandarin Hotel, where he supposedly would meet the secret messenger. While Miles warned him against coming here, fearing it would be a trap, Michael thought that it was important he came. It showed honest and trust, hopefully two traits his messenger also honored.

One of his assistants, Lyson, parked the car in a parking lot adjacent to the hotel. Once stopped, Michael immediately stepped out and headed towards the entrance with Lyson, and his other assistant, Donalds, following close behind. While he himself had a small handgun in his uniform, he felt much safer with his two agents behind him.

Michael stepped into the lobby and head straight to the desk. The clerk, not expecting the president to be in front of him, almost fell over as he looked up from his computer.

“Mr… Mr. President,” he stammered, “It… It’s a pleasure to meet you… sir. Um.. How may I help you?”

Michael ignored the clerk’s understandable shock. “I need to know where room 17 is.”

The clerk nodded, finally recovering, “It’s straight down that corridor to your right. Walk a little, turn left at the first junction. Keep walking and it should be on your right.”

“Thank you,” Michael replied kindly and he set off to meet his contact. True, he was a bit early, but he didn’t have time to wait around all day. With the world in its current state, time was of the essence.

Following the clerks instructions, Michael and his two agents finally reached room 17. The door appeared to be just like any of the other hotel doors, but Michael knew that this was much more. Now was time to find out exactly what was going on. He knocked.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Saffron City

"What a day," Josh sighed slumping back in his chair. The day was long and rough. Nothing so far had helped one bit. "I just wanna collapse somewhere and die," he remembered he had a lounge chair in his office and got up with enough energy and then slumped back down into the chair. "This is slightly better."
Nothing was helping anymore. An infiltration, a virus. Boy were those annoying. Not to mention the missles which had scared him half to death. It was too surprising.
"We really need to relocate," he muttered looking out the window into the buildings of Saffron City. "Other offices there. They don't have the same problems as us. Those missiles made me feel like the Rapture had come and gone and now we have war with the beast," he rambled again, referring to what was from Revelation, a book in the Bible. He knew it was not the Rapture as nothing else had really happened. "Oh well. As soon as Marth and Chad get back from Ruins of Alph I am definitely suggesting of moving to one of the other regions!"
He got up and wandered around, looking outside at the other buildings from his window which was the size of his office. Slightly bored, he walked to his computer and began to go on the internet. Many news topics around were about Team Soul. How could the internet get it that fast?
Having known his e-mail details, Josh wrote an e-mail to Michael Trist about the infiltration.

'Dear Mr Trist,
I am sorry if this is taking alot of your precious time, but I was wondering if we were going to relocate to another place. Having been infiltrated, I would think it is a good idea. They may discover our secret base soon and then we will be screwed.
Also wondering, is there a chance I could be an infiltrator or something at some point? I really want something fun to do!
Oh well, thanks if you read this,

~ Josh'

He sent the message and wandered back to his lounge.

[Incongruity]

Saffron City Pokemon Center

Before him and beyond the glass was an operating table. It had the menacing look of a beast that was simply waiting for its prey. He saw the test subject go in the room, and the doctors helped him attach the metal shackles. The subject was a man. Quite healthy, but also very pale. His hair was shaved off, which allowed the helmet on the machine to attach easily. Once the man was held in tight, sk was shocked by what happened next. As one of the doctors outside of the room to sk's left pressed a button, a dozen needles suddenly protruded from the machine, and injected themselves into the subject's brain. Turning towards the wide-eyed sk, the doctor began to explain what was going on.

"This is the process, sir. We revised your initial ideas, as they were impractical, but the basic theories were correct. By injecting enzymes through the man's skull directly into the arteries feeding the brain, we can modify his memory by creating a reaction between the body's natural chemicals and the stored impulses. This is completely successful 98% of the time. By total success, we mean that the subject maintains memory of actions, habits, and the like, but specific memories are lost. By exposing them to various visual and audial stimuli immediately after this operation, we can in essence re-write their memory"

He knew exactly what was happening. He had created the foundation for this operation as well. It would be necessary to reconstruct the order, to create the castes, and to keep the people complacent.

"Excellent work, doctor. There are 64 of these underneath every Center, yes?"

"Well.... yes, under most of them. However, the most rural areas remain unaffected," seeing the anger beginning to rise in sk, he quickly recovered, "But of course, construction is moving along. Would you like something to drink? I know you're exhausted after your trip. You haven't slept in days."

"Yes... maybe I will take a rest. How long will this process take?"

"For optimal performance, thirty minutes should do..."

But by now, sk had dozed off. Since he left the headquarters after the meeting, he had neither eaten nor slept. He hadn't even sat down for more than a minute. He was tired. After constant updates on the TRILOBYTE and AUGMENT, the assassination, Orre, and spies from other factions, he could not help it. His old body was not as virile as it used to be. But he knew what he had to do. Most of the pieces were in place, and many more nearly there, but there was one thing that he had to check first hand. It was the operation for memory deletion. It was one of the key parts to the ultimate plan, and it had been plagued in conceptual, logistical, and developing hell for months now. He could no longer trust his subordinates. He had to see for himself.

And so, he had left headquarters to make a surprise check-up on Saffron. One of the company's cars and a driver had come to pick him up, and they had taken the short drive eastward from Celadon to Saffron. He had hoped to rest during the drive, but he was unable to amidst the flood of phone calls, faxes, and text messages. Even the driver felt pity for the old man, whose wrinkles grew even more prominent as his exhaustion grew. Sk was stressed out. He knew if he took any more, he would suffer from hypertension. But Saffron had passed the test. There was little to worry about. Now, sk could rest.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Saffron city

*Daniella had found herelf dosing off when she heard a faint knocking on the door next to hers. Perfect, just as she had planned. She was infact in room 16 and was where she intended to hold her meeting. It was protocal for her to give the room next to hers for if she had opened the door herself she would risk her life by letting the opponent get a clear shot at her straight away. She turned off the TV and then opened her door a crack to peer down the hallway. It looked like Trist had turned up, that was surely a good sign, however he had two guards with him she just hoped they wouldn't be a problem. After sizing them up she deduced that she could atleast take one of them down before they could take out their weapons and then hopefully use Trist as a shield if the need arised. She took a deep breath then opened the door fully and stepped out. She stood and held her arms slighty out to her side to indicate that she was indeed unarmed and to hopefully initiate some level of Trust. Her eyes watched as Trist's guards hands moved slowly to the inside of their jackets "just in case".*

"Mr. President, this way please. I have been expecting you."

*She gestured that he should step inside. She wasn't too keen on letting his guards in aswell but it would have to be done to gain his trust.*

"Your associates are welcome to join you, you'll have to forgive me for not giving you the incorrect room number, but one can never be too sure these days. Hopefully in the future one will be sure of these things though."

*She smiled politely and waited. She did not feel nervous, this was what she was born to do afterall.*

[Ninja Emperor]

Name: Yoshimitsu Kaito Yoshikuni
Age:28
Gender:Male
Team: D.A.R.K
Physical Description: 5'9", long brown hair tied in a tail behind head, blue eyes, a cross shaped scar near his right eye (one part across the eye, the other is under it.) Most of the time wears black ninja kimono with pants and boots and a kind of a mail under it. Also have a trenchcoat of a white colour atop it all. Carries two swords straped to each side of his belt. One is a reverse blade sword (Sakabatou) the other is a normal katana sword (Masamune). Sometimes dresses in traditional samurai outfit (White under kimono, black kimono, white trousers and a lather arm and hand guards).
Personality: Usually nice, gentle and kind, but when someone is in danger, especially his friends, he turns into a firce warrior and ultimate sword wielding, killing machine.
History: Said to had lost his parents at an early age, then those who took care of him were killed as well. He was raised then by a master swordsman who disciplined him in the anciant sword style that implies a one person fighting against many using his speed and agility, predicting enemy movements with as less movements of his own as posible. He then wowed to protect inocent people from corrupt oppressors like those who killed his loved ones. Also, there is some deep sorrow and burden he carries deep in his heart as well. He was found by Sophie once on one of her missions, when she witnessed him fighting with some tough mercenaries. After she saw his mastery of swordsmanship, she decided to recruit him in the ranks of her organization. Before long, he rose trough the ranks and became second in command and one of Sophie's most trusted officers.
Pokemon: Umbreon, Charizard, Rapidash of a black colour named Kage, Gyarados and a Crawbat.
Other:The sword style he uses is Shiranui-ryu and much of his past is covered in shadows.

[Finch]

Over Celadon City

As Finch descended towards his destination, Celadon City, he took a deep breath, ready to take on his mission. However, his first viewing of the city kind of rattled him. He’d experienced pain and bloodshed before, but he just wasn’t expecting to have to deal with it now. Trails of blood and even scattered corpses could be seen around the city which, apart from these morbid signposts, was completely deserted. He could only assume it was the work of a rival group, and his best guess was C.i.B.ORG. How fitting then that the very organisation that had given him such a warm welcome would soon be falling apart at his hands… Another thing crossed his mind. In the deserted streets below stood a party of figures, who appeared to have arrived by the helicopter he spotted nearby. He instructed his skarmory to land behind a hedgerow in order to gather some extra information.

"How is he?" One of the figures asked.

"He's alright. It was a fairly deep wound to his left leg though. I doubt he can walk again, but I did what I can to at least save him from death," another responded.

"So we can get answers from him?"

"Technically speaking, yes."

"Great. We'll wait then."

The figures disappeared into a house, and didn’t emerge for a short period. Finch decided it would be a waste of time to listen to any more, since the group appeared just to be of paramedic profession, judging by their conversation. Besides, he wasn’t getting paid to gather information on some guy’s mangled leg. He made his way over to the building straight ahead, signposted “C.i.B.ORG HEADQUARTERS”, and decided that as soon as he could get the goons to believe his ploy, he’d get some answers on the current situation, and what in the name of Solrock happened in Celadon City before his timely arrival.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Ninja, I'm fine with the swords and all, just don't tank-yeah I'm forbidding extended tanking also-too much even if you're a superior swordsman. Otherwise, it's alright. Post whenever.

IC:
Celadon

"Okay so let me get this all straight," I said to Umi inside the helicopter, "just Hilary and I are to head to Orre to dig whatever dirt we can of this suspected suspect? What about the news here?"

"Correct. The news was sent to HQ a while ago, with all of the info of the suspected suspect, but this is all we cando for now. Do not engage if possible. With just you two in Orre, we can't garantee your survival. Besides that point, the communication links from Orre to here does have a slight delay. Not even Raphael can do anything about it," Umi answered.

"But wait, are we to enter Orre in stealth or no?" Hilary asked.

"Generally speaking, our friend here can't stealth if his life depended on it," Umi said, "and the fact that we can't spared Relena from the duties here of directing the field hospital, and the fact that Jess is the only one who can do the emergency treatments, I can only send you two. Kev, stealth if you can. If you can't, Hilary can't stealth either. We want to be unseen or seen enmasse there. It's dangerous."

"Hey no sweat," I exclaimed.

"It's something serious here. Remember that our communications are encrypted. It takes another 5 seconds to decode anything through our communication systems. We're here to give you advice, but that's all we can do about 10 seconds after you've told us anything," Umi wailed.

"We'll just have to see then. I'm off," I said to Umi.

"And me," Hilary followed.

We were prepared with a smaller helicopter, this time from Team Soul paramedics, and that was what we were to use to head to Orre. Hilary took the controls, I was at the back, and we went up into the skies.

Kanto Skies

Generally speaking, this was silence aside from the hum of the helicopter...well a deafening hum of the helicopter. Hilary spoke no word as she needed to concentrate on her first flight in a year or so, and I was left with nothing but preparation to do.

First were the stealth suits for each of us. It would be improbable that stealth would be needed. If anything, I would have thought that spying would not have been the best idea in Orre. However, Umi does have more experience, so I left it to her.

It was a strange thing, to send Dawn to Celadon and then to Orre after. We were both depleted in terms of size, but also now we're a two people team in one of the most dangerous regions in the world. What where they thinking? Either way, we were assigned to do this, and we went.

The back of the helicopter was actually roomy, and crammed with medical equipment that I wouldn't even dream of knowing, considering there was a need for a stretcher to fit. However, it was not an armoured vehicle, so it would be potentially dangerous. I would have preferred something else, though.

I opened my personal water bag and took a sip of water. It was fortunate that the bag itself had a twist-top, and that top was attached directly to the cap on the top itself, or else in such a bumpy ride it would be fairly difficult to drink even a sip of water. The water went down my throat and refreshed it with invigorating freshness, but it was quick and short-lived. It was nice to have some water after an entire day without water, but the thought of the massacre in Celadon almost made me throw up that same sip of water with ravenous force.

It was then when I realized that I would probably not be a part of this mission.

OOC: Darn, only 107 words for talking about "drinking water". XD

[HKim]

Kanto: Saffron City: Mandarin Hotel


Michael Trist stared at the brown, oak door and waited for it to open. He lifted up to knock again, when suddenly he was surprised by a voice to his side.

“Mr. President, this way please. I have been expecting you.”

Michael turned to face what could only be the contact he was waiting for. She appeared to be slightly shorter than he was and a lot younger; he estimated late teens. Her dark hair fell slightly past her shoulders and seemed to perfectly match her dark eyes. In all, she was rather stunning, but Michael Trist put that thought to the side. As he had learned several times in the past, what people appeared to be on the outside was rarely an indicator of their inner soul.

The woman gestured to her door with her hands, indicating for him to step inside.

"Your associates are welcome to join you, you'll have to forgive me for not giving you the incorrect room number, but one can never be too sure these days. Hopefully in the future one will be sure of these things though," she said as she smiled.

Michael returned the smile. “Don’t worry, I understand too well. It’s the same reason why I brought my assistants here. Of course, we’ll show the same trust as you. Gentlemen, the weapons won’t be necessary at this time.”

His two assistants slowly removed their hands from inside their jacket back. He could tell they weren’t exactly happy given the current world situation, but they would listen to his commands. Michael was slightly worried as well. While she did appear to be unarmed, her ability of deception made up for it. She still might have tricks up her sleeve and it was this reason why he decided to keep his guards with him.

“Of course, they will stay with me during this meeting,” he added, “Anyway, let’s get started.”

One of his assistants, Lyson, walked into the room first, looking around for possible dangers while Michael followed him with Donalds bring up the rear. It was standard procedure for entering a new building and Michael himself personally appreciated the security. Once inside, he turned around to face the door. It was time to get down to business.

“My apologies for my early arrival, but time is not on our side. Speaking of which, you mentioned that we both share the same goal of peace and that you can help achieve that goal. I’m personally intrigued Ms…”

Michael paused, waiting for her name. So far, things seemed to be proceeding smoothly and he could only hope that this mystery stranger had some good news when everything else was bad.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

OOC. Kim after this I probably won't be able to post until monday since Murr will be here, so you can bunny me for a bit if you like. I might be able to sneak in another post tomorrow morning though.

Saffron City

"Lucas, Daniella Lucas, but you can just call me Daniella, Ms makes me sound like a teacher."

*She smiled again and stepped inside behind the trio, closing the door behind her so they could retain some privacy for their conversation.*

"Sorry I'm not able to perform this meeting in a more comforatable place, but this seemed like a less likely target than anywhere else. If this room had chairs I'd offer you a seat, but we'll just have to make do."

*She perched herself on the corner of the TV stand, and waited for the others to get settled before she began. Finding the right words for the situation would proove quite difficult, but she launched headfirst into it anyway.*

"Like I said in my message to you, we share the same goals of peace. This world only exists because of the fine balance of every nature of this world, be it politics or Pokemon. Ryan Elite used the same principle for the UWO, every representative of this world co-oprating and maintaining a balance between all regions. However, as you know, the scales have been tipped and the balance broken so now we are in chaos."

*She paused and looked around at the three to make sure they were paying attention. Happy that they were doing so, she continued.*

"It is my intention to bring back that balance and create harmony once more. I'll be frank with you, it was not my original intention to see you as President, the group you represent has rivals and so it would be very difficult to achieve that balance. However in order to achieve that goal there needs to be a leader now, finding a suitable replacement could've taken months. Now you've taken stage there will be a significant backlash, as you have no doubt seen a preview of already and so my current aims have changed. I belive it will be more beneficial in our quest for peace if I help you try and neutralise this backlash."

*Trist's expression asked his question for him. Just how the heck could she make a difference?*

"I know I am but a single person, but I have several... connections and resources at my disposal."

*She smiled before explaining further.*

"As you noticed I am quite confident in my skills of retrieving sensitive information, and some of my associates are more adapted to this field of work than I. I also have influene over the media, I'm sure you'll find that if the media in this region downplays the events of the opposing regions they'll be a lot calmer and unlikely to revolt under you."

*She had pretty much said what she needed to say and without giving away too much, now she had to wrap in up and wait for a response.*

"Gentlemen, I have no intention of fighting with you and even if you decide that my help will not proove beneficial to you I will still aim to acomplish my goals. I'm sure you wish to hear more, but I do not wish to betray the trust and safety of my contacts, I'm sure you can understand. I have said what I cam here to say, you may ask further questions if you wish and I will try to answer them to the best of my ability, but I must now leave the next move to you."

*She waited patiently for his response.*

[Tiana_M]

OOC: I'm currently blocked of from accessing pe2k by my dad so I don't know when I will be allowed back on. Could someone bunny my rp character in my absence? And if anyone asks about me, give them this message, thanks.
-Dap
I’m gonna be bunnying his character, Isaac, a little bit if that’s ok with you Kenny. And I personally am getting somewhat confused as to what day it is in the Rp. Anyway this scene is a continuation of what was happing that first night after Marth gave the private team members their missions.

IC:
Saffron City

Isaac replied, “Yes tomorrow we leave, me to Rustboro in Hoenn and you to Goldenrod in Johto. I too wish we could have had our missions together but Marth chose each of us for our separate missions because he trusts us to do whatever is needed to succeed.”

“Yes, I guess that I will have a reason to want to finish the mission as quickly and efficiently as possible. But, promise me we’ll message each other every day.” Tiana answered. But was thinking ~and he’s way too over protective of me. My mission isn’t far from where he’s headed. Not much of a surprise there. ~

“Alright I promise, now can we not worry about missions until tomorrow?” Issac countered.

“Yes that sounds good.” Tiana complied. The rest of the evening they spent avoiding the subject of their separate missions, generally succeeding and having a fairly good time even though the coming separation continued to loom ever closer.

The next morning, Tiana awoke extra early to double check that she had everything she would need. She donned hidden torpedos, which are a modernized version of the throwing knife, Isaac had taught her to use as well as her own double-edged Katana sword whose scabbard only releases the sword when a secret switch was tripped. She also carried a small pistol and a large dagger whose sheath was hidden in her right boot. Her cover story accounted for all the weaponry seeing as how she planned to be a traveling mercenary. As usual, the last thing she donned was her poke-ball belt with all her pokemon in their own red and white compact carrier. In her pack she had extra torpedos, a few different changes of clothing, a first aid kit, and other useful odds and ends. She went up the three levels to the lobby and teleported to the public HQ. From there she left the city flying on Noche, her Noctowl towards Vermillion where she planned to take a ferry to Olivine City. From there she planned to fly to Goldenrod, because of the fact that that method of transport is quicker than trying to ride or walk there which might take a few days.

After a short flight to Vermillion, Tiana recalled Noche and walked as quickly as she could to the ferry landing and bought a ticket for the next ferry to Olivine. She was going to have to wait for a while and since Tiana did not like waiting alone she let her Espeon, Manda, out who then curled up on the bench next to Tiana and fell into a light catnap. Tiana shook her head and took out her PDA. She played with the battle simulator for a few minutes but quickly grew bored of that and decided to take a short walk. “Manda, come.” Tiana said quietly to Manda as she got up. Manda stretched then jumped down from the bench and quickly caught up to Tiana.

“Hey! You!” Someone called out from behind her. Tiana turned to see a gruff older man that was probably a bully by the look of him.
“You look pretty tough, Let’s see how tough you really are!” He challenged her. Tiana not being one to turn down a challenge, especially not one from a bully, said just loud enough for the man to hear, “A two on two ok with you?”
“Ok with me? That’s just dandy!” he shouted back. At this point there were a few other trainers that had heard the challenge and were gathered nearby to watch.
“Ok then, Let’s go!” Tiana replied. With that the battle began, Tiana nodded to Manda who had been paying close attention. At the same time she grabbed Pícaro’s pokeball and released the Misdreavus waiting inside as she called, “Come one out Pícaro!” The man had called out a Rhydon and a Tyranitar. ~Heh, this ought to be fun. ~ Tiana thought to herself.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: I have no problems with bunnying on permission. ;) It should still be one the third night after the assassin, btw.

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Okay, you're allowed to bunny my character while I'm gone. Just don't make me do something stupid, that's all I ask.

And I know about the pact with Bron and D.A.R.K. already, so he can go along with it now so he doesn't have to wait until I come back. I've already agreed.

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Onboard Terradax, bound for Lilycove City

Though Lilycove City was in sight, that wasn’t what had drawn my eyes the most. In the distance by Lilycove was what was known as Ultima City, a massive metal ball which enclosed a massive city inside. I had remembered hearing about this thing from several scouting missions in the past. Apparently, it was more of an entertainment center and a tourist trap really. That was pretty much all that my scouts had managed to uncover about the place. Man, they must have made millions every day considering how rich that whole place was, and how eager everyone was

After docking in the Lilycove City harbor, we then radioed Razor Team and prepared for a rendezvous. With the Terradax, the Petrox, and the Baladax stationed in the harbor, there was barely any room left. And I wasn’t about to give a rat’s crap if anyone whined because of it. We had bigger matters at hand than just bloody parking spaces.

We had made contact with Razor squad, but trying to find them in this crowd was a trip to hell. We had agreed on meeting at the hotel, which hopefully they could get to without too many problems. After waiting a few minutes just watching people walk around with their souvenirs and their junk food, finally Razor squad had arrived. Paladin Vickers looked deadbeat, and I wasn’t surprised. We tried to keep this a private issue as much as possible, but there was only so much we could do. I had my feelings that none of these civilians were Team Soul groupies, but still, didn’t want to find them stamping all over this place tomorrow because of something stupid breaking out.

“Greetings Commander.” Vickers replied, a little shaken, “Alright, I’ll just cut to the chase. We found lots of evidence on Patterson, and from what we’ve found, we’re convinced he’s still in the city somewhere.”

“Obviously hidden.” One of the squires added.

“Any leads?” I asked, thinking the trails had to end somewhere around here.

“We’re suspecting either the Westpoint Industrial Complex, the Heights, or the Sokot Foundry area.” Vickers continued, “We’re convinced he was taken hostage by the WLR in a container truck from the tire track streaks in his driveway. And the only abandoned places where a container truck would be kept without getting found are in those three places.”

Three industrial complexes. This could take quite some time considering he could be hid anywhere in those three places. However, signs of any activity around these places would be obvious. The idea here was simple. Look for an unmarked container truck that didn’t have dirt all over it and didn’t look like it was gutted for parts.

“Alright, Vickers.” I told the Razor Squad leader, “Take your team to Westpoint, we’ll take care of Sokot. Meanwhile, I radio Dyson to go down and check the Heights. Make sure you’re ready, these WLR freaks are the same people who managed to break in Team Soul headquarters and assassinate President Elite. These guys are professionals, so don’t let your guard down if you find them.”

“Yes, sir.” Vickers replied in a confident tone.

“Now get moving.” I told them.

And minutes later, they were off for Westpoint. Meanwhile, I contacted Dyson, who was still hanging by the Terradax in the harbor. He was a little slow on stuff like picking up his radio, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Yeah?” Dyson asked, wondering what he was called for.

“Dyson, we need for you to gather a team and check the Heights of Lilycove.” I told the officer, “We have a feeling there is a chance Franz Patterson is being held as a hostage there under the suppression of the WLR. Whatever you do, make sure Patterson does not get shot if you find him.”

“Gotcha.” Dyson replied, shutting off the radio.

After that, I took my team of seven other officers and headed toward the Sokot Foundry. Trying to walk through crowds and crowds of people was hell, but after some time, we managed to find the less interesting places of the city. Most of what we saw were abandoned homes before we finally arrived at the Sokot Foundry. I saw plenty of ruined and dilapidated trucks, but some of them still looked like they were in usable condition. And most of them were marked with a big “SOKOT” label in bolded red lettering with a thick, black outline, same as the logo that appeared in several spots on and on top of the building in sign form.

“Alright, stay close together.” I told the rest of my squad.

[Neo Pikachu]

Slowly, we made our way around the building trying to keep as quiet as possible. I held my MK-G114 tight in my hands, and motioned for the other soldiers to get their weapons ready. We had two warehouses to check and the assembly plant, so either we were going to find them quickly or not find squat.

Still, the only thing I could think about was Edward Carr. I checked the time on my PDA, and by now he should be nearing toward Kanto. Once those operatives were out of there, then I could take a sigh of relief. Still, this was no easy going matter either.

After arriving at the first warehouse, we slowly and carefully opened the doors. Nothing. Simply enough, the only thing that lit up the place was the afternoon sun coming through the gaping holes in the roof. Still, nothing but ruined crates and loads of dust. I then noticed that there was no second door in the back.

“Alright, screw that second warehouse.” I told the rest of the team in a quiet tone of voice.

“What makes you so sure?” One of the knights asked.

“There’s no means of escape.” I told him, seeing as there was only one exit.

That left the Assembly plant. After getting a good look around the perimeter of the building, I then made a decision. The building was made of concrete stone, and there was plenty of loose dirt around. Lots of trucks were around as well, but the tracks were way too fresh. I didn’t want to rely on that as the only hint of activity, but after I saw that even the side entrance was ajar, I had a good feeling they were in there.

“Walker, you and Phagan enter through the back.” I told them all, “Craig and Stevens will take the side entrance, and Culver will take the roof and snipe through the sunroof window if he needs to cover us. Meanwhile, Johnson and I will take the front. Keep your radio frequency set to 47.39. Once I give you the go, storm in with your weapons drawn, and be careful not to hit Patterson if you see him.”

They then headed to their respective locations and then I headed back toward the front with Johnson. I waited for a few seconds, grabbed my confidence and held my MK-G114 tightly, and then I then I grabbed the radio.

“Go, now!” I shouted into the radio.

I then turned around and furiously kicked the double doors out of the way. Both Johnson and I then burst into the room and the first thing I noticed were the bright lights. Then we saw other people. Not BOS either.

“Nobody move!” I shouted, pointing the rifle at them.

I quickly took a look at them. I counted about ten of them, dressed in light, tan-color armor, lightly armed. Plenty of medical equipment was scattered around as well. These dogs were up to something, that’s for sure. I saw someone in a business suit lying on a medical stretcher, and he was totally still. Regardless, I couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead from my angle and distance. Immediately I looked past them to see Walker and Phagan, also holding their rifles at them. As for Craig and Stevens, I couldn’t see them due to the obstruction of the wall, but I could be certain they were there.

“And who the hell are you?” One of them asked in a Russian accent, looking right at me.

“Put down your weapons.” I told them, keeping my finger near the trigger.

He simply smiled, turned away and looked toward the stretcher. Still, he refused to put down the machine pistol he had in his hand.

“You’re already too late.” He snickered, putting the gun to the man’s head, “We have everything we need. There’s no use for him anymore.”

He then raised his gun to the man’s head, and then a shot broke out. Immediately he fell forward, landing right on his face and sending the gun rattling across the floor completely out of anyone’s reach. Thank God Culver made that shot from above.

Immediately, they opened fire first, and we quickly response. I tugged back my right index finger and the MK-G114 roared to life, blasting heavy fire at the group. Suddenly the whole room was filled with the flashing of fire, and bullets were flying in every direction. Suddenly Johnson hit the floor, and I soon after took a bullet to my shoulder. Most of the shots were deflected off my armor, but I knew I definitely felt one had burrowed in. Still, I kept on blasting, and after running out of ammo, I quickly took cover behind an assembly unit, ripped out the exhausted clip, and then stuffed in a fresh one. Then, I came out of cover and returned fire. Only five of them were left standing now, the others were running scared or still shooting like maniacs. One ran for the front door but I quickly saw him hit the ground after getting struck in the head.

“Take them down, now!” I shouted, screaming at the top of my lungs and growling like an animal while still blasting furiously.

There was no cover for the remaining four. I shot two of them back in the head, and the other two were taken down from incoming fire from the side door. Once the last of them hit the ground, I then stood up, and we quickly made sure the area was clear of hostiles.

“Holy freaking hell.” Stevens replied, looking at the mess of bodies.

We were damn outnumbered, and the room smelled like smoke, crap, and blood, but I didn’t care. I felt around my collar and found a bullet had gotten wedged around there. I simply pulled it out, tossed it to the ground, and wiped the area with my hand. There was a little blood, nothing serious. I looked around and found that Johnson, Craig, and Walker were dead. Phagan was a little beat up, but he’d live.

We then made our way toward the stretcher, and I quickly recognized him at Franz Patterson. I put my two fore fingers on the man’s neck to check for a pulse. Thank God he was still alive. This guy looked like he was drugged to hell and back, but he would be find now. Meanwhile, I turned toward the fallen enemy, and looked at the badge on their armor. They were from the WLR all right. I could only hope they didn’t have their hands on the other council members, but that was doubtful. Chances are they got information out of this guy the hard way.

I quickly pulled out my radio and contacted Paladin Vickers of Razor Squad. After a few moments, I heard him come on.

“Commander Winterfield?” He asked, waiting for a response.

“We found Patterson.” I told Vickers calmly, “He’s alive…”

[HKim]

Kanto: Saffron City: Mandarin Hotel


"Lucas, Daniella Lucas, but you can just call me Daniella, Ms makes me sound like a teacher," she said as she smiled and closed the door.

"Sorry I'm not able to perform this meeting in a more comforatable place, but this seemed like a less likely target than anywhere else. If this room had chairs I'd offer you a seat, but we'll just have to make do."

Daniella walked over to the TV stand and sat upon the corner. Michael simply decided to stand and placed his hands behind his back, waiting for Daniella to relay her... plan.

"Like I said in my message to you, we share the same goals of peace. This world only exists because of the fine balance of every nature of this world, be it politics or Pokemon. Ryan Elite used the same principle for the UWO, every representative of this world co-oprating and maintaining a balance between all regions. However, as you know, the scales have been tipped and the balance broken so now we are in chaos," she said, before pausing as she looked upon Michael and associates. She then continued, "It is my intention to bring back that balance and create harmony once more. I'll be frank with you, it was not my original intention to see you as President, the group you represent has rivals and so it would be very difficult to achieve that balance. However in order to achieve that goal there needs to be a leader now, finding a suitable replacement could've taken months. Now you've taken stage there will be a significant backlash, as you have no doubt seen a preview of already and so my current aims have changed. I belive it will be more beneficial in our quest for peace if I help you try and neutralise this backlash."

Michael looked at her, his surprise evident on his face. Apparently Daniella noticed as she responded.

"I know I am but a single person, but I have several... connections and resources at my disposal. As you noticed I am quite confident in my skills of retrieving sensitive information, and some of my associates are more adapted to this field of work than I. I also have influene over the media, I'm sure you'll find that if the media in this region downplays the events of the opposing regions they'll be a lot calmer and unlikely to revolt under you. Gentlemen, I have no intention of fighting with you and even if you decide that my help will not proove beneficial to you I will still aim to acomplish my goals. I'm sure you wish to hear more, but I do not wish to betray the trust and safety of my contacts, I'm sure you can understand. I have said what I cam here to say, you may ask further questions if you wish and I will try to answer them to the best of my ability, but I must now leave the next move to you."


"Well then, Daniella," Michael began, "This is quite interesting. It has occured to me that the media seemed less... harsh than usual, but I did not suspect that there was anyone behind it. To hear that your... association has managed to do what can seem to be impossible is... intriguing."

Michael returned her smile.

"Yes, it would be nice to learn more about your associates, but I suppose you won't be releasing that information. Of course, that does make it a bit harder for us to work together, but I'm sure that it won't be a problem for you to contact me or any of my teammates. I can provide you with their contact information without the need of any hacking."

Michael slowly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a CD which he asked his assistants to compile earlier. On it was a list of people within Team Soul that could be contacted should she ever need to. It wasn't much more than a simple file of data, but it should help Daniella if she ever needed to reach his team.

"Here is a CD with a list of my associates. You can contact them based on the data on it."

Michael placed the CD on the table under the lamp, then turned around and faced the window. He gazed outside, but continued to speak.

"Of course, you still haven't provided any solid evidence of this 'help'. I can't simply trust you overnight. However, I'm willing to give this... cooperation a shot. Maybe after a few missions together, we will let you in on a few more of our secrets..."

Michael turned back to face Daniella, his eyes watching what move she'll make next.

[Daniella Defines Divinity]

Saffron city

*Daniella left the CD where it was, she could pick it up inspect it afterwards.*

"Some Proof eh?"

*She pondered briefly about what kind of assurance she could make, but she quickly solved that problem.*

"Ok, I can do that."

*She smiled deviously before continuing*

"You're already aware of the spy in your ventalation system, I saw when checking the backlog of Soul messages, so what if I could find out who this person is, or atleast what organisation they work for... Would that be insurance enough? Or perhaps you'd like to know if there are any moles within your organisation."

*She chuckled to herself, now she'd actually be doing something worthwhile instead of talking. She stood up and joined him by the window which looked out onto the streets, now illuminated by the neone glow of the street lights.*

"Infact I'm so confident in my abilities that I'll take on any task you put my associates and I up to in order to gain your trust."

*A brief moment of silence before she though of something else to say.*

"Although I think the fact that I haven't killed you yet despite how many times you and your "friends" have let their guard down should be insurance enough."

*She made a point of meeting his gaze and holding it to express just how serious she was, the guards didn't seem too comforatable.*

"There are a lot of dangerous people out there Mr. President, I think it would be wise that you made friends with friends with atleast one of them."

*She turned and stepped away from the window, picking up the disk and returning to her perch by the TV to inspect the disk and wait for a response.

[Marill]

OOC: First and foremost:


On the other hand, Marill, you can bunny my character. Don't wait for me, keep roleplaying as you have been doing. Just tell Kenny that you have MY permision (this post) to bunny my character and it'll be fine.


In Character:

Goldenrod City To Saffron City


The mission was over. Done. Completed. Accomplished. Grateful, was Chad, now that he and Marth were back in the beauty that is Goldenrod City. With a new possession of knowledge, strength and wisdom, not to mention a shiny hunk of crystal, Chad was satiated with the delight of his task. It was fun, educational and adventurous. What better job to have, than to have that that Chad had?

Team Soul’s Goldenrod City base seemed more strange and complicated than that of Saffron’s, perhaps to Chad because rarely was he there. Or, just maybe, the design of the building was to be meant more confusing? Knows who? Looking around the grand room of Goldenrod’s Team Soul Sub-Quarters, Chad pondered which corridor to travel down. After the mission, he knew he would have to return back to Saffron, as that was his orders. The only expedient way was to utilize Team Soul’s own machinery.

Chad and Marth awaited to see the helicopter confined in the second room of the fourth corridor, as the metal encasing that shielded it was steadily lifting upwards. The helicopter was state of the art, or so thought by the world. Importantly more, it was fast. Exactly, is fast, what Chad and Marth needed to return to the Saffron Headquarters in Kanto. Smiling to Marth, Chad was ready to show the road he was ready to get.

As the door’s lifting was complete, Chad and Marth boarded the helicopter. With Chad’s Pokémon inside their Poké-balls, resting from their last mission, Chad knew that they would need to recover from the work of a long day. Being this said, Chad carefully locked the security belt, so to disturb not his Pokémon by shaking their containers. Chad turned on the machinery, looking everywhere, to make sure he was not injuring fellow teammates.

“Approval for lift-off,” sounded a booming computerized voice.

Chad and Marth darted out into the cerulean sky, directly headed towards Team Soul’s main base. Happy, was Chad, to be heading home. Home, sweet home.

[Crossfire Chaos]

South Heonn Sea

Kevin was on his chartered ship to Ultima City, It was strange to have to ride the boat this far into the center of the South Heonn Sea, who would make a city on some island in the middle of nowhere? It seemed stupid to have a thriving city where you couldn’t get supplies easily, but it wasn’t his job to suggest, it was his job to take orders and listen to what the Taisho said.

It was a bright sunny day above the ship and the sea was fairly calm. There was no trouble anywhere in sight and things were perfect to enjoy the cruise. The captain of the ship was steadily turning the wheel to change coarse. Kevin was enjoying and taking in the day while it lasted, it was his third day getting to the City and he needed to enjoy his trip in case there was a letdown of not getting the job. He continued on his chair enjoying the sun when his cell phone vibrated.

‘This is strange, why would DARK they be calling me now?’ thought Kevin as he took the phone and opened it’s cover.

“Hello this is Kevin Speaking.”

When no answer was heard on the phone except for some beeping, he took the phone and looked at the screen. He saw the one text message missed sign and clicked to open it. As he finished reading the document he slapped his forehead and slouched down far in his chair.

“Oh gods, not this!” He closed his cell phone and was silent for a few moments.

When he got up a few minutes later he took out his money and slapped a few bills on top of the controls and said:

“That’s yours if you get me to Lilycove,” as the man reached for the money, Kevin pulled it back, “There is only one thing though, get me there fast.”

The man took the money and put it in his pocket. He made a few punches and turns on his controls and turned back to Kevin.

“I advise you to sit down back in your seat, this is one bumpy ride you asked for.” And as soon as Kevin made it within one meter of his chair, the boat lurched and started to head at unimaginable speed, Kevin was thrown to the deck where he clumsily got on his overturned chair.

‘This man is crazy, I probably should have paid him after we got there.”

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Lilycove City

Franz Patterson was fine. Drugged to hell to get information out of him, but nothing much worse than that. His business suit was a little messed up and his brown hair looked like he been in a wind tunnel, but once he came to his senses, he still was soiling his pants. Ironically, he thought we were still part of the WLR.

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” Patterson whined, unable to stop for just even a moment, “But this is going to go nowhere for you. You’re not getting a damn thing from me!”

I then turned toward him, looked at him in the eye.

“Shut up, sit down, relax.” I told him, thinking this whole escapade was moronic, even for him, “We’re not from the World Liberty Rebellion, we’re from the Brotherhood of Steel. If we were really from the WLR, we wouldn’t have shot the stuffing out of them just now.”

“You?” Patterson asked, a bit surprised, “What business does the Brotherhood have with the United World Order?”

Funny he should ask. Either he didn’t know us well enough for he thought he was too important for us. And I certainly hoped it wasn’t the later for his own sake.

“President Elite of the UWO is dead, Patterson.” I told him, “The rest of the council members are missing as well.”

“What!?” Patterson asked in shock, “What the hell happened to them?”

“We don’t know where they are, but what we do know is that it has something to do with the WLR.” I told him in a serious tone, “We’re trying to find all of them, hopefully before something happens. And right now we have a dictator in the office of the UWO president.”

“I don’t believe it!” Patterson shouted, again like he had never once been exposed to a serious problem like this before, “There was specific instruction that if something like this were to happen, the position is to go to Dr. Michael Trist of the Team Soul alliance.”

Now this just pissed me off. Didn’t these good for nothing fools know anything about leadership? Ryan Elite must have been spinning in his grave.

“Michael Trist is the dictator.” I told him, knowing this was going nowhere that I wanted it to, “What the hell were you thinking putting him in office!?”

“Dr. Michael Trist is a noble and honorable man,” Patterson continued on, “I know he would do nothing rash or irrational like what you seem to portray.”

“Yeah, that’s just the problem.” I laid it all out for him, “He isn’t doing anything. All he’s been doing is riding around in limousines and avoiding press conferences. Now you have people like the WLR running around killing people because Trist doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. We’ve had to be the ones to step in and handle all this hell. Now either you help us out in our search for the other council members, or we’re going to have more hell on our hands.”

This was becoming more of a pain than I thought it would be. I didn’t care if Michael Trist made a good doctor, he sure as hell wasn’t a good leader. And if Patterson wasn’t even going to help us or appreciate the fact that we just saved his ass, then I was really wasting my time.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.” Patterson replied, “Either way, you’re still part of the UWO, and you’re still under the command of Michael Trist, even if you don’t want to be.”

“Wrong.” I told him, ready to lay it out for him, “We made ties with the Hoenn Coalition and the Orange Island Secretariat to separate from the UWO, because we’re not the only ones who think Trist is nothing but a dictator. Trust me, Trist is nothing like Ryan Elite was. We appreciated the hard work Elite put into this world, but Trist is just feeding off all the glory of his position, one earned without an election and without any real thought whatsoever. Please don’t tell me you think there’s nothing wrong with this.”

“This… this is madness…” Patterson replied, “Elite would never let region unity separate from the UWO, and he would do everything in his power to preserve the unity. Did Trist never think once something was wrong with this? Wouldn’t he at least try to contact you about this before you made your decision?”

“All he told us was to reconsider through a TV speech.” I told Patterson, looking into his eyes, “I never got a contact from him to meet with him and discuss possible plans for a reunion. So either he doesn’t care enough or he’s not interested and he’s just doing it for image. Take your pick.”

Patterson was terribly uneasy. He looked down toward the floor and shook his head. Obviously now he was beginning to think that Trist was a pathetic choice for an heir to the president’s seat.

“Look, since you’re only trying to help by finding the other council members,” Patterson suddenly spoke up, “I’ll try to help you as much as I can. I can’t see how that could possibly hurt. And as far as the Brotherhood of Steel goes, I’ve only heard good things, so I doubt there will be a problem.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I told Patterson, a little more optimistic about this, “If we work together, the council of the United World Order will be reunited in no time, and then we’ll be able to give peace a real second chance.”

[Dark Blaziken]

Name :: Jamie Cemmelon
Age :: 19
Gender :: Female
Team :: Dark Angel Renegade Knights
Title :: D.A.R.K. Grunt

Background
She doesn't think much of her childhood anymore, but it was then that the most tragic events in her life happened. She lived near Lavaridge in small town with a name she can't quite remember. Mt. Chimney erupted and lava spilled onto her house, killing her parents and two brothers. Fortunately, Jamie had been in one of the big cities buying goods for the family. When she heard the news, she was devastated, but decided to change her life for the better.

She traveled around the three continents as a twelve-year-old trainer with Torchic as her starting Pokémon. She received a Trapinch from her uncle as a gift and trained it as well. She participated in a few gym battles but was not into that sort of thing much.

Then she met some D.A.R.K. recruiters. They managed to talk her into joining their team, and she discovered it was exactly what she wanted. As she joined, she realized that she could accomplish her true goals…

Physical Description
Jamie towers over many people, standing tall at five feet, nine inches. She is extremely skinny, mainly because she is extremely active. She is a brunette, and most of the time, her expression is cold and stern. She wears a grey t-shirt, and embroidered upon the front of this is a light grey "D" for D.A.R.K. She wears a pair of athletic pants with a stripe down the side, and shiny leather loafers. Her eyes are brown.

Personality
Jamie's only loyalties are D.A.R.K. and her team of Pokémon. She has no cares for individual rights, both for Pokémon and man, and believes that the best form of government is none other than autocracy, ruled over by the leaders of D.A.R.K..

She believes that her Pokémon are her friends and companions, as well as the means to justify the world and bring autocracy down on the people. She will go to any means to achieve these goals and the orders put forth to her by her superiors, even if it means the death of innocents.

Her favorite companions are Blaze and Rhea. They were her first Pokémon and love her as much as she does them.

Pokémon Team
#1 – Blaze
Gender :: Male
Species :: Blaziken
Bio :: Blaze is Jamie's best friend. He never leaves her side and tends to stay out of his Pokéball. He was Jamie's first every Pokémon and was once but a mere Torchic Jamie had received from Littleroot Town. He is calm and collected, but get him into a battle and he will show you an all different side of his personality. He is a shiny Blaziken, quite a rare find on Jamie's part. His feathers, instead of being the typical reddish-orange, are a dark grey.

#2 – Drakkar
Gender :: Female
Species :: Tyranitar
Bio :: Drakkar and Jamie have been best friends since Drakkar was a Larvitar. Drakkar digs holes for Jamie and can also Surf across great lengths of water. Crunch is her favorite move in battle, and she's always aggressive.

#3 – Ematicus
Gender :: Male
Species :: Skarmory
Bio :: Ematicus is a friend Jamie met at Mt. Chimney. Ematicus is firm and determined and will stop at nothing to get things done, even if it means refusing to go back into his Pokéball if he is worn out from battling.

#4 – Coddy
Gender :: Male
Species :: Chinchou
Bio :: Coddy is one of Jamie's newest Pokémon. The two don't know each other very well, but Coddy is okay with Jamie. Coddy is calm and loves to swim.

#5 – Rhea
Gender :: Female
Species :: Flygon
Bio :: Rhea is one of Jamie's favorite Pokémon. She was a gift from Jamie's uncle and she is Jamie's favorite mode of transportation. If Jamie wishes not to walk, she will release Rhea and ride upon her back through the clouds.

#6 – Algin
Gender :: Male
Species :: Chikorita
Bio :: Algin is a recent addition to Jamie's team of Pokémon. This grass Pokémon loves to sit in the sun, soaking in the rays. He is rather lazy in that respect.

Other :: Could someone please give me a map of Hoenn, Johto, Kanto, and the Orange Isles (if possible)? I haven't done Pokémon in quite a while, so I may forget some place-names…blargh…

Also, I'd like an update on the current situation.

[Josh]

Team Soul Headquarters
Josh's Office
Saffron City

After all the commotion Josh felt as though he needed a break. He shut down his computer, making sure all of the correct security measures were activated, made sure everything else was all right, took his laptop and PDA, flipped the light switch, and walked out of the door, locking it after he was out.
Josh was on his way down stairs and passed the receptionist on his way out.
"You're Josh aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"We are so pleased and impressed with your work."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. At your age and everything."
Josh blushed. "Thanks. I gotta go. Although I highly doubt this, but if anyone asks for me can you tell them I'm at the Pokémon Center and won't be back in an hour?"
"Sure."

Saffron City

Josh was walking around the city of Saffron. Crowded streets either walking in the same or opposite direction as though the crowd were fish in the ocean. He headed south to the Pokémon Center. Many unpopular areas looking less and less inviting every time he passed them on his job.

Pokémon Center
Saffron City

Josh walked up to the Pokémon Center. The giant Poké Ball logo on the roof towered over him. He walked in through the automatic doors. Several people were in there.
"Did you hear about Team Soul?" "Team Soul is going down hill, I heard."
Josh wished they would shut up. His job was hard enough. He didn't want people spreading rumours about his company. He walked up to the long desk of Nurse Joy and placed his Poké Balls down. She happily took them and he slumped back onto a chair, wishing the job was easier. He pulled out his laptop and tried to forget his troubles. However, it didn't particularly help him.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: DB, accepted. You can start whenever you want. maps you can find on the internet, while the briefing...well ask someone or that. XD

[JohtoTrainer]

Kyle Ward
Over Celadon City

Kyle had escaped he couldn't believe it, his Charizard actually got him through all of the fighting. But he knew his Charizard was getting weak he had to find a place to land and be safe for awhile.

"Charizard we need to get to a city, the nearest one is Celadon, let's land there. Oh, wait we're not only close we're right over top of the Celadon Pokemart. Let's land here." Kyle said laughing.

But, there was no response.

"Charizard?" Kyle asked worried.

They started their downfall, Charizard had passed out from all of the excitement and exhaustion.

'Oh, crap. Charizard wake up! Wake up!"

There was no stopping this, they were only 100 feet from the ground so Kyle knew he would just have to brace himself for the crash landing. Charizard was going to land on his stomach, so it wasn't going to hurt Kyle too bad. But Charizard was what he was worried about.

SMACK!

They hit the ground with such force that Kyle bounced up off of Charizard and landed on the ground. The Data Rogue flew up into the air and landed on the ground, thankfully un-harmed, lord knows what he would need it for next.

Kyle jumped up, brushed himself and went to check out his Charizard. Charizard was very bruised and still passed out. Kyle pulled out Charizard's Pokeball and recalled him so he could get some rest.

Kyle pulled out his PDA and sent Neo a message, Kyle hoped Neo wasn't too busy. The message read,

Ward

Commander, my Charizard and I have crash landed in Celadon City. I have nothing to defend myself, send a jet or a boat or something to pick me up.

Kyle walked to the Pokemon Center and gave Charizard to the nurse that was in there at the time, hoping he would be alright. Kyle grabbed a bed and went to sleep.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Lilycove City

Just before we had taken Franz Patterson out of the Sokot Industrial area, I had gotten contact from Edward Carr. He was now arriving toward Saffron City’s air space. That meant him and his crew only had just about two minutes to launch the EMP missile and then get out of there. I didn’t know if Team Soul had any air support stationed there, but I wasn’t going to hang around and wait to find out. If Ed Carr correctly fired it, then no only with the controls of those planes be taken out, but so would their communications, and neither the pilots nor ground control could manage to contact each other. If we managed to accomplish that, then Team Soul would be paralyzed at least for a little while. And tonight Michael Trist wouldn’t be enjoying a warm cup of coffee…

“You’re doing what!?” Patterson asked in complete shock, going nuts again, “Why the devil are you shooting Saffron City with an EMP charge? Don’t you know that’s going to black out the entire city!?”

“They’re holding some of our operatives hostage there.” I told him, laying it out so he didn’t think we were terrorists, “Rather than attacking Saffron, we’re disabling their electronic equipment so our men can get a chance to get out of there. That way, no one gets hurt either.”

Then, Ed contacted through the Gray Blade’s radio. There was a bit of radio interference, but nothing major.

“Alright, Commander, I have the target area in sight.” Ed Carr reported, getting himself prepared for the shot.

“You may fire when ready.” I told Carr, giving him final confirmation.

“Roger that.” Carr replied.

Then, there was silence. Soon after, Carr filled me in on the missile’s flight path, and it stayed on target as it sped toward Saffron City. Quickly, Carr turned the Gray Blade around and headed back, and soon after, there was a final report after the EMP struck ground. The missile hit and Saffron was completely blacked out after the pulse. Well, Carr had done his part. My only hope was that it was enough for Fayt, Dart, and Kyle to get the hell out of there.

I knew Carr would get out of there in time without problems as long as none of their air support took off the ground. And even so, the Gray Blade was a powerful machine. Team Soul would be crazy to attack that thing.

After getting Franz Patterson to start going along with us, he let us in on what the evacuation protocol was, the first thing we asked him for. Right after a damn long story about getting on a helicopter and landing in Lilycove after the assassination, we found out Patterson and his other friends tried to head toward Mauville by limo, just to get out of the air and wait for backup. Only problem was that limo was hijacked at gunpoint only a few miles outside of Lilycove. Patterson recalled everyone trying to leave the car and heading out in different directions on foot, but he himself didn’t make it too far before he was bagged by the WLR and ended up back in Lilycove. As for the other council members, they were either still out there in the wildness or held hostage by the WLR.

As for the WLR, Patterson said they used drugs and all kinds of other crap to get information about the UWO about him. Heh, made since after all. Fayt had found one of their spies in the Team Soul HQ, so obviously they were after the UWO.

Then came the request for the command disk that Patterson had. Somehow he managed to hold on to it and keep the bloody thing intact. So either the WLR was clueless about the USS Unity and the command disks or they didn’t care, and I was thinking the later. The WLR were reckless, but they weren’t stupid. Already I saw them put up one hell of a fight before pushing on their daisy.

I was hoping that as soon as we found the other members of the council, we could get Trist out of office, have the council elect a real new leader out of them, and hopefully solve this damned mess. And if we could get an agreement with them the same way we had one with Hoenn and the Orange Islands, then the Brotherhood of Steel would no doubt be the strongest military in the world if we finalized the pact with all five regions.

Team Soul, Michael Trist, and this whole mess would just be a little wedge in history, and definitely not a legacy.

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs, Outside
Tiantus looked up for a moment. He heard a rustling, but he knew there were no bushes around CERP.

“Damnit…” Tiantus said, “You three, follow me,” Tiantus said to three grunts. All three took out DC-15s. Tiantus took out his personal TI-42. Tiantus started walking, the grunts followed.

He went over a mountain. He saw a man, signaling to him, moving the leaves on a tree branch, possibly from Agate.

“Who are you? You are trespassing,” Tiantus said in a deep voice.

“My name is not important,” The man said.

“Persuade me to not kill you,” Tiantus said, raising his gun at pointing at him.

The man was in a red shirt and blue shorts. He was wearing Green Sandals and he was holding a small mini-gun.

“I speak for the World Liberty Rebellion. I have been watching your… operation. The WLR needs an ally in Orre, our support is weak, although Team Soul is despised now in Orre. You and your friends seem to be the perfect candidate.”

“And what would we get?” Tiantus asked.

The man held up a disk, “This is a copy of the raw data Franz Patterson’s disk. If all six are gathered, it can control the spaceship the UWO commissioned. But more importantly, the ship can track Zineshale, a very rare mineral that is used in rare gems. These gems have magic powers, but the one we seek is the Crystal of Chance. It can do anything as long as it affects everyone in the region. Our best guess is that this crystal is in the Orre Region.”

Tiantus became interested. “Why do you have a copy of the disk and how did you get it?”

“Our plan is simple. We plan to capture each council member and copy the disk’s information, but give the disks back to the UWO. In fact, someone has the real deal of this disk. Anyways, after the UWO has possession of all 6, we’ll strike, and use our copies to find the crystals and destroy Team Soul in all 5 regions.”

Tiantus became very angry, he contemplated killing the man and taking the disk.

“Tell me which council members you are holding.” Tiantus brandished his Gun.

“Patterson is gone, unfortunately. But, we have Boris Morrison. I can bring you a copy of the disk.”

“Fine. You have 24 Hours to show me both disks at the same time, then I will consider an alliance. If not done in 24 hours, we will spill to Team Soul that there are people who do not like them.”

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Eh, hate to say it, Rust, but you got that disk a little too easily. I don’t know, maybe Kenny would disagree, but those disks were made to be one of the major goals in the RP, you can’t just be handed them without any effort to actually try and obtain them. Plus, try to imagine these disks would be nearly impossible to copy. No doubt, the USS Unity is some extreme technology. Obviously the command disks that go to them wouldn’t be simple floppy disks that have no security protocols. Like the USS Unity, no doubt the disks are of extreme technology as well, and a simple rebel group such as the WLR wouldn’t have access to the kind of technology needed to copy them.

Either way, copy or not, it would be wrong for you to get all six disks with zero effort. I can see why the WLR would want to help you, and I don’t mind you making an alliance with them, but if getting the disks is your goal, then try to actively search for them and give some effort with that search before deciding to reward yourself with a disk. A better idea might be to help the WLR track down the missing council members rather than expecting to have all of them in your hands at once.

As for the USS Unity, HKim, Fair, and I came up with the storyline. Sorry, but there are no “gem seekers” on the USS Unity, it’s armed with the power to track down traces of Zineshale, and the only way to turn that on is to power on the entire vessel, which case in point requires at least four out of the six disks. Also, for each disk used after the fourth one, the USS Unity gains more integrity in it’s features and equipment, so even with just four disks, don’t expect the USS Unity’s Zineshale detector to work perfectly and flawless at least until all six disks are used. Please change that in your post.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Eh, hate to say it, Rust, but you got that disk a little too easily. I don’t know, maybe Kenny would disagree, but those disks were made to be one of the major goals in the RP, you can’t just be handed them without any effort to actually try and obtain them. Plus, try to imagine these disks would be nearly impossible to copy. No doubt, the USS Unity is some extreme technology. Obviously the command disks that go to them wouldn’t be simple floppy disks that have no security protocols. Like the USS Unity, no doubt the disks are of extreme technology as well, and a simple rebel group such as the WLR wouldn’t have access to the kind of technology needed to copy them.

Either way, copy or not, it would be wrong for you to get all six disks with zero effort. I can see why the WLR would want to help you, and I don’t mind you making an alliance with them, but if getting the disks is your goal, then try to actively search for them and give some effort with that search before deciding to reward yourself with a disk. A better idea might be to help the WLR track down the missing council members rather than expecting to have all of them in your hands at once.

As for the USS Unity, HKim, Fair, and I came up with the storyline. Sorry, but there are no “gem seekers” on the USS Unity, it’s armed with the power to track down traces of Zineshale, and the only way to turn that on is to power on the entire vessel, which case in point requires at least four out of the six disks. Also, for each disk used after the fourth one, the USS Unity gains more integrity in it’s features and equipment, so even with just four disks, don’t expect the USS Unity’s Zineshale detector to work perfectly and flawless at least until all six disks are used. Please change that in your post.
I haven't gotten the disk yet, you have it. I changed it to a copy of the raw data from the disk. The guy never gave the disk to Tiantus, yet anyways.

I'm gonna get Boris's disk soon... But I'll take a few more posts to actually get it then one post.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Agreed with Neo here. Raw data from the command disks depends on the level you're talking about, but generally speaking anything useful out of just simply copying off raw data would be...well...not good RP. Did I ever mention that Kim and NP have the ability to strike as usual?

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Agreed with Neo here. Raw data from the command disks depends on the level you're talking about, but generally speaking anything useful out of just simply copying off raw data would be...well...not good RP. Did I ever mention that Kim and NP have the ability to strike as usual?
OOC: Just all the data on the disk, though its not programmed to do anything, thus its not comaptible with the ship.

I don't want to get into a fight like I do with all the RP judges this time...

[Tiana_M]

Vermillion City
Ferry Docks

Tiana quickly took action and ordered, “Manda, use Psybeam on Rhydon! Pícaro, use your ability to levitate and use Confusion Ray on that Tyranitar!” Manda used her rainbow-colored beam on the ground-rock Pokemon and the dark mists of confusion quickly formed and disappeared again around Tyranitar. This happened to be one of the few lucky times that Manda’s attack also caused confusion as well as damage. The old fool of a sailor then commanded his Tyranitar to use Earthquake and his Rhydon to use Take Down on Manda. Although his Tyranitar was still able to use Earthquake and hurt Manda rather badly, it only mildly affected Pícaro, and hurt his own Rhydon enough to take it out before it even had a chance to use Take Down on Manda. “Heh, you old fool, you already wiped out one of your own pokemon.” Tiana chuckled. ~Now I can concentrate the energies of both my pokemon on his one and take it out. ~ She thought to herself. “Manda, use Hyper-Beam!” Pícaro, use your Shadow Ball!” Unfortunately the Tyranitar must have been very tough for even with both these powerful attacks and the one Manda had used the previous turn it still held out, just barely. The old man seemed to know he might lose so he commanded, “Tyranitar use your sand stream ability and then use Rest!” ~You only bought yourself some time old man that doesn’t mean I won’t defeat you. ~ Tiana thought. ~Manda can’t attack this turn but... ~ Tiana took out a Max potion and used it on Manda and then commanded, “Pícaro, now use Thunderbolt!” Since Tyranitar was now asleep, it couldn’t do anything and it was Tiana’s turn again.
“Ready Manda?” Tiana asked. Manda didn’t turn around but did nod once in affirmation. “Then use your Hyper-Beam! And Pícaro, use Thunderbolt again! With both of those powerful attacks working together, and the Tyranitar asleep, it was KO’d. “Great job girls.” Tiana praised her pokemon. She recalled Pícaro as Manda jumped up onto her shoulders and curled up around her neck. “Alright, Manda since you did such a wonderful job beating that old fogey you can rest there for a while.” And then the PA came on, “The ferry to Olivine is now boarding at dock three.”
“Time to go then, Manda.” Tiana said as she began to walk towards the dock.

~

Olivine City

It was midnight by the time the ferry reached Olivine and so Tiana walked to the nearest pokemon Center and got a bed in a room with three other trainers who had been on the same ferry and had been nice. The next day at dawn Tiana awoke despite the late night because of habit. The other trainers were still asleep and so she left silently and not a one of them stirred. This was just to her liking because she didn’t want anyone knowing the direction she was going in, just in case. She then walked out to the edge of the city and called out Noche. Although he really didn’t like flying in the daytime too much he had been with Tiana for a long time and was willing. So Tiana returned Manda to her poke ball because she knew that her old friend didn’t like to fly at all. “Alright Noche, this shouldn’t be too long of a flight, were just going along the coast down to Goldenrod. Try not to fall asleep on me okay?” Tiana joked. “Noc-noct owl” Noche replied with a nod and a wink. With that Tiana vaulted onto Noche’s back and they were off. They flew over long beaches and the old lighthouse and then over the small spot of forest that stretched between the lighthouse and Goldenrod. Then they were flying over the buildings of the beautiful city and Noche landed near the Pokemon Center.

Goldenrod City
Pokemon Center

“Thank you very much Noche. I appreciate your daytime flights very much. You deserve a nice rest now.” Tiana thanked him then hugged the large bird around the shoulders and recalled him. Then Manda let herself out of her poke ball in a flash of red light.
“Manda, what’ll I do with you? You’re so impatient.” Manda looked up at Tiana with a very innocent look that clearly meant, “What? I didn’t do anything.” Tiana shook her head wanly and turned to look at the city. ~Hmm where should I start? I guess the last place anyone saw a council member in this area. But, where would that be? ~ Tiana thought this over for a bit and finally decided that a good place to start looking would be in the library where she could look up newspapers and magazines that might be helpful in locating any council members that might be nearby. So she grabbed a cab and told the driver to take her to the library. It didn’t take very long only about twenty minutes. She thanked the driver and paid him. He nodded his head and was gone. She looked up at the library and was confronted with a rather tall and majestic building. ~Hmm, fancy place. ~

She walked in and was confronted by a guard. “We don’t allow weapons in this facility ma’am.”
“May I ask where I would be allowed to store them?” Tiana asked appalled at the thought of leaving her sword and gun anywhere.
“Not here.” The guard replied.
“All I want is to look at some recent newspapers. I’m a traveling mercenary and I need to find some information.” Tiana retorted
“Sorry Ma’am I can’t let you go any further.” The guard insisted.
~Damn it! I guess security would be up at public places like this what with the president being assassinated and all. ~ Tiana thought.
Not wanting to call any attention to herself she glared at the guard, spun on her heel and stomped out. Just then her PDA started beeping. She grabbed it out of her pack and saw that she had received quite a lot of messages all at once. She opened up her mailbox and saw that many of the messages were one piece of Spam sent to her multiple times from all of her friends. ~Why would they send me this? I don’t even want to know. ~ She deleted them all and left only the message with another name that was from Isaac. Since she was a bit busy at the moment and knew that it was probably his daily letter, she decided it would have to wait until later. She then asked a passerby where the nearest hotel was. They told her it was a block away and called the Jigglypuff Inn. She thanked the woman and walked there.

When she reached the hotel, she checked in under her planned alias, Jamie Paterson. She then went to her room, number 619. There she took her Katana and hid it inside the mattress of the bed. Tiana decided it was wise to put her pistol somewhere else more accessible so she put it in the top drawer of the nightstand. She left everything else on. Manda had explored the room the entire time Tiana was doing this and was now settled in a chair. Tiana then did a check on the room herself and found that this was one of those annoying rooms that are adjoined to the one next to it. She double-checked the locks on the adjoining door and was satisfied by what she saw. She made sure that door was locked. Tiana put the Do-Not-Disturb sign on her front door and then closed the blinds on the window before setting a booby trap on it. Then, figuring that any real staff from the hotel would heed the warning, set one on the front door, both of which would activate once she closed the front door when she left. Both traps could only* be deactivated by her.

Once both traps were ready for her activation, she opened the front door and called to Manda who jumped off the chair and came slowly with an annoyed expression on her face.
“If you want to rest you can do it in your poke ball.” Tiana told her pokemon.
Manda just shook her head and rubbed up against Tiana’s leg. Tiana bent down and scratched her on the head. She then closed the door and activated the traps. Once that was done, she turned and went back down the elevator to the lobby and from there went straight back to the library. This time, the guard did not stop her but, he did nod at her and she gave him a curt nod back. ~Finally time to get down to business. ~ Tiana headed to the front desk and asked the librarian where she could find recent newspapers. The librarian kindly told her where and how to find them. “Thanks.” Tiana said as she left the front desk to go look for articles in the last week or so that might give some clues as to where the council members might have been residing so she could start trying to find them.

OOC: *When I say only Tiana could deactivate these booby-traps I mean it. These booby-traps are pretty much unhackable, if only because most of them use only simple mechanisms that are in no way electrical. And no one knows they’re there except her. I say this not to be rude but because some people would completely ignore the word only and have their character know about it and be able to hack/deactivate it.
The booby trap is this: (in case anyone’s character ends up trying to get into my character’s room) once the door/window is opened it pulls one part of the trap that triggers the second part of it to create an electric shock strong enough to knock a person out for an hour. The one by the window is located underneath the inside windowsill. The first part of the trap is a fishing wire that may as well be invisible. It is connected to the window by a small silver screw that is part of the window frame. The trap by the door is similar and is placed just inside the deadbolt on the door. The door trigger (also a piece of nearly invisible wire) is connected to the door by a piece of tape on the thin side of the door that can’t be seen when the door is closed. I won’t tell you how the trap can be activated and deactivated. You’ll find out when she goes back to her room.

And BTW 1,517 words not including the OOC or the Place indicators. WOOT! This is officially the longest post I've ever written. :cool:

[bronislav84]

OOC: I agree with Joe/Neo about the Disk problem.

Also, Jamie, we need to talk. Find me on AIM or PM me, but only as a last resort.

IC:
Insde the Durandal, Inside Ultima City, Approaching Lillycove City, and then the City itself

I was enjoying my nap while in transit, when I was woken up by my Pack Server alerting me that there's news.

It was a series of raidio messages, so I clicked my Earring button to recieve.

The first was a press conference and a small speech by Michael Trist again.

I listened to it and then smiled a little. The dictator was apparently well liked by the media. I mean, come on. The guy just announces he's taking over as President, and he's suddenly a god? How can people support him, knowing he was never voted in? Regardless, he has no influence over Ultima, that's for sure.

The next was something about an old man being assassinated on some remote island. He was also behind the spam messages.

Thankfully, we have our public emails at ipc.com, so the spam attack didn't affect us. The only people who have emails at ipc.com are all members, so nobody would know an email of one of our members, unless they themselves were a member. The assassination was blamed on Team Soul, but it sounded a bit fishy that they said that the team just openly declared itself like that. I mean, come on. If you assassinate somebody, at least do it right and don't declare you did it. Even new recruits in this organization knew that. The fact that it was said that Soul openly said it was them didn't make sense.

The next was a video feed of the responce from the leaders of the Orange Islans and Hoenn, saying they woldn't listen to anything he said. Good for them.

The one after that was also a video feed, but this time from Orre. I was thankfull that we decided to offer our members Television from all the regions, including the desert known as Orre, or we wouldn't have known about this one. It showed Soul shooting missles at a boy on a Charizard. It happened in Saffron, but was being shown on the Orre news.

What he was doing, or why the missles were fired was not said. Thankfully he wasn't hurt, so we still had no concrete dirt on Soul.

The final one was about an electromagnetic pulse that disabled averything in Saffron City

The aircraft that fired it had colors of the sort that didn't match up with anything, so this was still under investigation by authorities in the surrounding cities.

I had just finished watching those, when Rob alerted me to our location, "Lady Sophie, we are within docking range of Lillycove, but it seems that we can't get as close as we want because of some ships. It seems they belong to the Brotherhood, by the looks of their markings. What do we do now?"

<So, BOS is here? Well, then this will make meeting them much easier. I can congratualate them, while finding out if they really have good intentions, or if they have something sinister to gain from being here. They seem like they have the same goals - resisting Trist that is - so, it might pay off to meet with them.> I thought to myself.

"I have an idea. I know the maximum length of the Main Street extension. If we engage it right now, I think we can lower it into place over one of the Ships without harming it. We can't just sit around. Besides, if IPC doesn't deliver their products, we won't be able to counduct our usual operations. We need to get the trucks sent out." I thought out loud, as I got up, out of my chair.

Renee typed in a few commands into her terminal, and the main viewscreen hologram came on. It showed a live reperesentation of the bridge extending, just making it onto dry land. Another flat hologram display overlaped the first, showing a zoom of the glass barrier in front of Main Street. This particular piece had a set of doors, which were ready to open, when needed. The viewscreen dissapeared and I walked up to the window behind it.

Looking out, I saw the IPC trucks lined up and ready to go. All of them had the same indentification markings, so it was impossible to discern which ones were going where. Psyche had done his job well, as always.

Before the doors opened, the caution signal sounded for a few seconds, alerting nerby members and visitors, to the precautions that were being implemented. Out of the floor by the door rose gathling guns, ready to defend the city in the event of an invasion attempt. If that wasn't enough, nearby garages were full of heavily armed soldiers and Tanks. It goes without saying that Snipers were on nearby roofs, and Stealth Ops teams were with them. People might say this was too much for a simple, routine docking with a city, but I thought of it as protecting the safety of the members and visitors. I was responsible for them, and as the saying goes, "You could never be too careful."

After that was all complete, the trucks exited into Lillycove, and then split up into their spceific city and town destinations. Denis Blake wouldn't pester me about shipments anymore. For a while, anyway. Five especially larger trucks turned, and went in the drection of the cave in the cove. I'd give them a bit of time, and then I would contact Richard Morrow, who was in charge of the construction.

"Renee, you have control of the Bridge. Me and Marrieta will head into town to check on the truck that was headed for the Lillycove Department Store, and to see if we can find any sign of the Brotherhood." I said, coming back over to my chair, and reaching under it for my equipment.

"No problem, Lady Sophie. You can count on me! I'll relay anything important to you." she said, as I nodded back

I took off my Pack, opened it - making sure that the Server was hidden in the very bottom - and put in my First Aid Box. Inside is kept medicine for Pkmn and people, too. For people, I bring Bandages, Zelenka*, Peroxide, and Tylenol. For Pkmn, I also bring Bandages, as well as a variety of Potions, Revives, and Full Heals. Putting the box in, I also added a change of clothes that I had prepared, in the event that I'd likely be gonne for at least a day. I put the Pack down, and then pulled out and put on the Hilts of the Green Destiny and the Blue Fate. The Swords were already inside. I then put on my Pack and was ready to leave, when I remembered I forgot something. I reached under my chair again, pulled out my Pokébelt, and put it on.

While I was getting ready, Marrieta was doing the same. When we were both done, we headed to the Durandal's Dock area via the train. Since the areas are arranged in such a fashion that it would be incovenient to walk, the designer opted for a small train system to connect them. Of course, the desiner was none other that Dr. Psyche, so sucess was assured.

Docked inside the Durandal was the Invisible, a small Stealth Ship. For a second I was gonna suggest we take it, but I remembered that my Pkmn needed a workout. Therefore, I opted for a less high tech way of travel: feet and Pkmn. Normally, we'd take the ferry service, but I just really wanted to get on the mainland.

I released Flygon and Marrieta released her Pidgeot.

"Flygon, how you doing today." I asked, with a smile.

(OOC Note: Since it's a known fact that Flygon is not one of the Pkmn that says their own name, I'll just have him sepak in roars.)

"Ra-ra!" he said, while flying around the Dock Area a bit.

"You seem well. How about taking me over to Lillycove?"

He happily landed nearby and I climbed on. With a few more noises from Flygon, we began to fly off, when I noticed Marrieta wasn't ready yet.

Marieta was having a bit of trouble with her Pidgeot. He had recently evolved from Pidgeotto, so she's been having trouble with him. Eventually, she got him to calm down and land. Then, she got on and we left through the holographic projection over the Dock Doors.

We flew out the Main Street doors, and toward the west side of the city, where the Department Store was. No doubt we would find one of our trucks there, so we would just check on the delivery progress. After that, we would see if we could find any trace of the Brotherhood.

OOC about the *: Zelenka is a something that people from the former USSR use. It's green in color (Zeloniy = Green), so it's name is derived from that. When used, it colors the skin a Green color. It's used as a disinfectant at the start, and also to help with healing. I think it's main ingredient is Iodine. My mom uses it on me when I get a cut, and that's all I know about it.

[Marill]

Team Soul Headquarters - Saffron City
The magnificent splendor of Saffron City illuminated the sky, as the very essence and epitome of beauty was displayed and personified by Team Soul’s lovely home-base. The helicopter nested in an empty landing room, entangled by four metal chains with clamps upon them for security reasons. Team Soul was known to be extremely protective of their own property, as they had spent much time, money, and energy into creating and owning their various possessions.

As Chad and Marth exited through the steel gray docking room, they entered into the super secretive sub-headquarters once more. This is where it had all stemmed from, Chad thought. The beginning of his archeological mission commenced here, only to have Chad find himself standing within the premises with more than enough evidence that the operation was successful. The large crystal glowed with a resounding light, as it would bounce off of walls, floors and doors to reveal its capacity and appetite of power. Needless to say, it made Chad extremely happy; he had finally accomplished something of great stature.

Walking across the carpeted halls of the building, Chad saw Marth signaling to him to proceed into the main administrative control room, where all of the communicational technology was held. Entering into the room, there were thousands of lights flickering on and off, and tons of computerized ‘beeps’ sounding off in an sequenced pattern. It was here that Chad would contact his peers to show that he and his teammate, Marth, were back from their task.

Chad began to type up an electronic mail message, thinking carefully of how to word it. He didn’t want anything to be revealed that wasn’t supposed to be, if by chance, the e-mail was retrieved by someone who didn’t need to have it. Wording it in a special manner, Chad dispatched one to Josh’s computer and to Michael Trist PDA. Hoping to see some quick replies, Chad crossed his fingers. He smiled, and looked to Marth, which was performing procedural security checks as he did almost daily.

Marth was a good friend to Chad. He always told Chad exactly what to do, how to do it and the timing in which to do it. Though some people do not like having directness from others, Chad thought it was the best fit for a team member. If one cannot be honest with another, what is the point of being on a team? Chad’s admiration for his teammate had grown since the mission, as both he and Marth were now experienced in the art of discovery and adventure. That experience, Chad thought, would stay with him as long as he lived. It helped mold his character, his outlook and prompted his observance of the fact about how important friendship really is.

[Josh]

Pokémon Center
Saffron City

Josh had programmed his laptop to receive e-mail from his computer via a high speed wireless network. One came through just as he was about to get up. He read through it and immediately realised it was from Chad, just hiding himself.

'I'll be there in a minute. Meet me at the lobby.' Josh wrote back, sending the e-mail.

Josh deleted the e-mail and arose, walking up to the bench and politely asking if he could have his Pokémon back. The nurse said they were fully healed, gave him the Poké Balls and a smile and Josh left.

Saffron City

Josh took his time to check his surroundings of Saffron City. Alot of business people were walking around the crowded streets.
Not trying to stand out and not wanting to be found, Josh ducked into an ally and began a long jog to the headquarters.

Team Soul Headquarters
Saffron City

Josh ran into the big building of Team Soul and sat at the lobby, relieved he was back again.
He had wondered where Chad was as Josh had nothing better to do. He lay back and sighed. Not an ordinary job thirteen year olds had. Most usually worked on a paper run, or at McDonalds. He guessed that since he had one of the most brilliant thirteen year old minds, it was natural for him to work at Team Soul.

[Fayt]

OOC:
Wow the Saffron City EMP must have been a dud considering all these messages can be sent out without even a note of how the devices could have survived the attack not to mention that the people are acting as if nothing happened. Better check the bomb for bread next time.

IC:
Above Route 6 - Enroute to Vermillion
I watched below me as Saffron City faded from view and the sandy shores of Vermillion came into view. I thought I could use a small beach vacation. Also, they would never suspect Vermillion to be the city to escape to because of how damned inconvenient it is. Also, the coffee there is horrible.

I looked up at Skarmory and seeing he was doing fine. It was nice to have a steel pokemon, they don’t get exhausted quite that easily. Well, its not like Route 6 was much of a flight anyway. I pulled out my PDA and began to write to the commander.

Encryption type:RBE45

I got myself out of Saffron City. How did the EMP work out? I’m headed to Vermillion now. Maybe I’ll take a cruise unless you want me to poke Team Soul with a stick a little more. What are my orders?
-Over and out, Fayt

Vermillion – Town Square
Almost smashing into a tree, Skarmory plops me down on the grass and plops himself right in front of me. Vermillion was unusually hot. I put Skarmory into his ball and headed over to the hotel. Before I got there I noticed I still had my rifle outside of a case making lots of people uneasy. I quickly purchased a suitcase off a street vender for 200 pokebucks and shoved it in there. I headed back towards the hotel after grabbing it in my right hand.

Maybe I could get a suite with a view of the beach. With the bonus I’d probably get, I could afford it. I walked up to a huge, grand building with lots of stone and glass. It had a fancy restaurant on the first floor and above it, large blocks and designs in a sort of Greek motif. Above the entranced laid the large blue letters in a sort of fancy cursive, Bilton.

Vermillion – Bilton Ocean Suites Hotel
Bilton was known for having a large range of hotels. There were the usual so-so hotel rooms everyone was accustomed to. There was also the grand, 4 room suites that included everything from a Jacuzzi and a complete kitchen of “Sub-Zero” high class kitchen appliances to a huge TV with every channel known to mankind. Unfortunately, the multi billionaire Will Bilton had a brat of a daughter that made people hesitate just a little bit before indulging themselves in the treats that the hotels offered. I, however, didn’t give a rat’s ass about how spoiled or not his daughter was.

I walked up to the counter and said with an acted rich accent “I would like a room for 4 nights please.”

Unsurprisingly, the jerk said, “Sorry sir, but we are booked. Why don’t you make a reservation for next year and return then? Or you can try there,” the man pointed across the street where lay the Happy Hotel. Came with a bed and four walls along with a collection of other features laying infused into the sheets. I decided to pull a few strings.

“I don’t think you understand. I’m an assistant of Micheal Trist here on important diplomatic business,” with that I shoved the ID card I made earlier in his face. With a dumbfounded look, the man looked at his screen and quickly punched a few things using the ID card (such as name. Nothing he typed in checked validity because Bilton is of course a separate entity of UWO and Team Soul. This also means that hotel stay records are not readily available to either of the two entities). VIP room here I come…

“Sir, at the end of your stay, where would you like that billed to?”
“Oh, um… Send it to the UWO building in Saffron City, I’m sure you know where I mean.”
“Yes sir, usual method then?”
“Yes yes.”

The man hit a few more ‘buttons’ on the touch screen and then handed me a key.

“Your room is number 703. Have a good stay sir.”
I nodded and thank you and grabbed the key off the table. Not bad, not even going have to pay for this one.

Vermillion – Bilton Ocean Suites Hotel
Platinum Suite #703, 7th floor
Good thing the elevators were quick. Its no joke that the hotel has 30 floors to it. This place must be damn huge. I found the entrance to my room and slipped the key in, opening the door to a great new wonder.

Of all the fancy items in the gigantic, 2 floor suite… I found the computer the greatest. I plopped myself down in front of it and turned it on. After a couple fancy welcome screens, I found the most advanced computer I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Even the ones in UWO and the few of the public ones in Team Soul HQ paled in comparison. Pulling my ID card back out I decided to give something a little try. I got onto the Team Soul main page where it requested a login of name and authorization number. I typed Vincent Hopter as the user name and typed a series of numbers I found below my name in the next space. I was hoping that Team Soul hadn’t found out the fake ID in their database yet… which it appeared they hadn’t. The log in went through.

Of the interesting things I found, I found Micheal Trist’s own access code to mail his PDA in the contacts section. This brought an interesting thought to mind…

Opening the mail client, I typed in a message to Trist himself.

Sir,
I have found a UWO council member hiding on Johto – Cianwood. Terrorists found him first and are keeping him hostage there. Requesting immediate backup. That is all I can relay at this time.
Vincent Hopter
Intelligence Directive Operative

That should set them back a little. Before sending it out I made sure to go into the source code of the message and change a few things such as made it look like it was sent from a PDA. I also made sure the address of that PDA wasn’t in existence. Finally I changed a little bit more so that any reply would BCC to my PDA. I hit send.

I decided to leave to hotel and grab some sun with the babes out there. This also insured that if the message was traced and the hotel raided, I’d be safely away.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Winterfield
Brotherhood of Steel
Lilycove City

Now that we had Patterson’s command disk to the USS Unity, we only needed three others, and then we could actually give the entire project one more shot. Trist wasn’t going to be happy about losing his “inherited” asset of the UWO, but that was too bad for him. Already, after spending quite some time with us, Patterson was having a lot of second thoughts about putting Trist in office, especially after we showed him headlines of the Valencia Sun and the Hoenn Chronicle, and he got a chance to read the papers himself.

“This is insane…” Patterson said to himself, totally baffled at the remarks from the newspapers, “This is not how it was supposed to work. Why did he never take action to meet with the representatives of Hoenn and the Orange Islands?”

“He doesn’t know how to lead, that’s the problem.” I told him, again trying to get him to take our side in this matter, “Look, if we can find the other council members of the UWO, then we solve this mess and find another person to be the president of the United World Order. But until then, we’re going to have to remain separated from the rest of them.”

After we started walking back toward the rest of the city, we regrouped with Vickers and Dyson as well as their teams. We had tried to make it to the hotel so Patterson could rest a bit before we tried to find out more about the other missing council members, but damn, we blew our cover very, very fast. I couldn’t believe it, within five minutes of people seeing Franz Patterson’s face, we were already mobbed by a press conference. Patterson didn’t look to happy about the sudden interview, but we didn’t have much choice.

“Commander Winterfield!” One of the reporters asked, shoving a big cat-tail of a microphone in my face, “What’s the status of the missing council of the United World Order, and how did you manage to find Franz Patterson?”

“We managed to track him through hotel records as well thorough investigation.” I said into the microphone, suddenly getting surrounded by more cameras and microphones, “After we tracked down his location to here, we then dispatched search parties and we eventually found him being kept hostage by the World Liberty Rebellion. We have every reason to believe the rest of the council members are being kept hostage by this same terrorist group.”

“What can you tell us about the World Liberty Rebellion, Commander Winterfield?” Another female reporter asked me, hoisting her microphone in front of me like she was trying to catch a fish with it.

“As of now, not very much.” I told her, hoping to pass along this question, “We did manage to find that they were the ones responsible for President Elite’s assassination, and they’ve…”

Phew, couldn’t even finish before there was a suddenly round of gasping and people looking around. Man, and that wasn’t even the half of it yet. After just a few moments of speculation and chatter, Franz Patterson himself stepped in.

“Look, I owe the Brotherhood of Steel my life.” Patterson spoke to the press, “Yes, it was the World Liberty Rebellion who also attacked the UWO council as we attempted to evacuate the premises and take cover. After I was captured by these terrorists, they attempted to gather as much information from me as they could about the UWO, by utilizing whatever means they could get their hands on. It brings me great pain to say that the other council members may very well be suffering the same effects.”

Ugh, I really didn’t want to be on the news yet again, but I already knew this was surefire. Again, they quickly mobbed Patterson, and looked toward him.

“Mr. Patterson,” An older male in his late fifties asked the council member, “What do you plan on doing regarding Michael Trist and his takeover of the UWO council?”

“As much as it pains me to say,” Patterson replied into the microphone, “I do not condone nor accept Michael Trist’s actions and his failure to keep the United World Order together. Likewise, I understand the reasoning behind Hoenn and the Orange Islands declaring separation from the UWO. My hopes are that once the remainder of the council is reunited, we can design a solution to ensure that all the regions are united once again, and this matter will only be a part of our past, and not a part of our future.”

Man, it was another three minutes before they finally let us go. After we managed to get Patterson a room with a few of us as bodyguards, I then was approached by Dyson. He had an odd look in his eyes, but nonetheless, he was acting calm about it.

“Commander Winterfield,” Dyson approached me, “We were approached by a woman by the name of Marieta. Apparently, she’s with the Ultima City organization, and she wants to talk to you specifically.”

Marieta huh? I personally didn’t know anyone from Ultima City myself, and I never heard of the name Marieta before. Still, I wanted to know what this was about anyway.

“Alright, where is she?” I asked Dyson, since he obviously seemed to be the first to bump into her.

“Right now, she’s retaining post at the Lilycove Department Store.” Dyson replied, looking over toward where the building was.

After I gathered my stuff and took a few men with me, we then headed toward the large department store, and to no surprise whatsoever, we found a very attractive woman with short, blonde hair, a headband, and a night-black uniform standing alongside a Pidgeot near the entrance. Weirdly enough, I never met her, but she seemed like she already knew every little damn thing about me considering how her eyes immediately set right on mine.

“So, I was informed by one of my officers that you wanted to meet with me.” I told her, looking into her sharp eyes, “What is this about?”

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
My computer blinked. The reminder said “Go to Orre Hotel.” I knew today was the day. I started to walk out, but my TV blurted something interesting.
Commander Winterfield had found Franz Patterson, and possibly his command disk. Good Job Winterfield. I’ll crush your hopes soon… MUAHAHAHAHA!.
I left the building and got into a helicopter. It began to fly to the Under Elevator.

Tiantus’s Office
“WHAT THE HELL?” Tiantus said to the news report. He shot the TV with his Mini-gun, “GET ME ANOTHER TV!”

He began to walk out, hoping the WLR man would arrive soon. He stood outside and watched my helicopter take off, looking out in the dunes for the man. He went inside and took out a lawn chair and sat down.

En Route to Phenac
I thought about Tiantus’s tantrum in his office. He seems to want the Council Members or the Command Disks. Or both. I didn’t care now. I have business with a candidacy. The helicopter took off, passing Orre Command. I looked down. The top floor had been finished. I guess I will have to take a look at it later. I sat back in my chair thinking about what I was going to say at my speech. I need to talk about current events, but what other propaganda?

[Incongruity]

OOC: I've recently read Brave New World, TONS of inspiration is visible in the next post or so.

OOC To Fayt & NP: To me it sounded like the EMP just affected TS/UWO base, yes? Once you have managed to establish an escape route, give us the coordinates so that we may plant an EMP charge in close proximity of the main base. This will also shut down their (note: this is after talking about Team Soul) systems and only further build on Team Soul rebellion suspicionSounds to me as if it's affecting Team Soul's HQ only. But then, it's changed? Quite misleading. So I didn't think this should involve me; also, to the best of my knowledge, EMP's hardly affect anything underground, which is where my area is supposed to be. Not only that, first you say "plant" then you send a bomb. Edit: clarified in following quoteEMP missile to be fired However, I wouldn't want someone ignoring my attacks, even if they were illogical, so I'll conform.

Saffron City Pokemon Center

"Sir! Sir! Wake up!"

"Ugh.. Already?" sk asked groggily. He was glad that the process was so immediate, but at the same time he wished he could have had some more rest.

"Already? It's been longer than expected. Our power went out for a few seconds, so we had to restart all of the video and sounds that would form the subject's memories. Fortunately, we're under a pokemon center, and we have emergency generators. I believe the outside is still blacked out, however."

"What? Why?"

"We don't know what has caused it yet, but that is of no concern. What's important is that the subject remembers nothing, and has been fed with our knowledge."

While glad the experiment worked, and a little curious as to the cause of the blackout sk didn't really care about either. He was still tired. Nonetheless, he knew he had to work. He'd have plenty of time to sleep when he was dead. Still half-asleep, he took a look at the subject in the interrogating room.

"Turn on the sound."

The doctor obeyed, and the subject's voice began resonating in the observation room where sk and the doctor stood. They watched the technicians interrogate the subject.

"What is your name?"

"A0000001, Gamma-Plus."

"Gamma-Plus.. What is that?"

"It means I am part of the higher half of a social class. Gamma is the class directly below Beta, and far below Alpha. I feel fortunate I am not either, as those classes have so much responsibility. They work so hard. Yet at the same time I am glad I am not a Delta or an Epsilon. They disgust me. Mere laborers. I feel to be a Gamma is the perfect life."

"Are those all of the classes? Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Epsilon?"

"Well, there are those that are outside of the classes. The Directors, for example, are above us all. They are our leaders, they control us. There are also the Rebels. They have not submitted to the omnipotence of the Directors. They are terrorists, evil. What fools they are to not put themselves under the authority of the Directors. But of course, they pose no threat, as they are limited. They know of this thing known as 'peace', and keep it as their ultimate hope."

"Peace, what is that?"

"It was a fabled version of Stability. Before the Directors enlightened us, people believed that human beings could survive without conflict, without strife. Of course, we are naturally evil, war-mongering beings. We cannot achieve peace, merely Stability."

The doctor shut off the sound, and turned to sk.

"Convinced yet?" the doctor asked rhetorically, "I thought so. If you manage to get all of the civilians here, we will be able to install a similar memory into all of them. Obviously we'll quarantine every civilian, so that their memories are not corrupted. Even if they are let loose, though, it will be difficult to override the knowledge we have placed, and virtually impossible to simply convince them. But, it is better not to take chances."

"So all the pieces are in place... What about Ravencroft? Has there been any news from him?"

The doctor nervously shifted his eyes, and scratched his neck out of discomfort as he admitted, "Well... There hasn't been much. In fact, we haven't heard from him in quite a while..."

Sk's eyes began to droop. He was so close! No, he would not wait any longer. He didn't know if it was the exhaustion that was blinding him, or if he had actually run out of patience, but he made a spontaneous decision.

"Ugh, forget about him. Activate the transmitters for TRILOBYTE. Now."

"But sir! The vector hasn't been captured yet!"

"So what! We still have the disabled transmitters at Sootopolis, Rustboro, Celadon, Goldenrod, Mandarin Island, and Realgam Tower. The only reason we disabled them was because we knew the signals would only spread to the nearby cities and routes. The only reason we went for the vector was because we thought it would be strong enough. We don't need it. We saw that the signals worked perfectly, at least in the nearby cities. We don't need a global takeover. With the major cities gone, the others will either fall or be fit for propaganda. I was being foolish when I wanted a perfect takeover. We do not need perfection, we merely need enough. We have more than enough. The signals will reach all but the most distant towns, which our newly acquired army of pokemon can easily destroy.,"

"I'm afraid I'll have to disagree with you on this one. Not all of our employees have had their pokemon protected. We use our own equipment; We've never discriminated upon which centers we go to, or which pokeballs we use! The bionic drones in our pokemon will be activated too!"

"You'll be able to reclaim them later at the rallying points. Activate the signals."

"No."

Sk glared into the doctor's eyes. They were both stubborn. Neither would ever budge. With one smooth motion, Sk took out a ball from his jacket and called out his Medicham. In response, the doctor reached in to pull out an Alakazam. But it was too late.

"Forget about the pokemon, take the doctor."

The Alakazam had made its way out, but the Medicham's hands were already on the doctor.

"Call it back."

The grip on the doctor's neck began to tighten as the Medicham sensed his master's thoughts.

"Call it back, or you will soon be unable to."

The Alakazam didn't know what to do. If he attacked, his master would immediately die. If he stood still, he would extend the time until the doctor's death for a few seconds at most. But with an indistinct grunt from his master, the Alakazam's troubles were solved. It was recalled back, and the Medicham loosened its grip a little.

"Smart choice."

With the doctor's neck still in a tight grip, sk walked over and confiscated the man's pokeballs. With a nod from sk, Medicham let go of the man's neck, and retreated back into his pokeball.

"Now, go on. Notify me when you activate the signals through the secure satellite. Don't include details, just tell me that it's been done. I'm expecting it will take no longer than ten minutes."

The doctor turned, all to glad to leave, but sk once again stopped him.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, but I cannot have dissenters in this corporation. I trust that you will ready the signals, and call me. Activate the signals upon my order. I trust you, and you will have to trust my decision. You will have to trust that I made the right one."

The doctor nodded, a little less worried, and scurried off. Sk turned back to face the interrogating room, and was glad it was a one-way window. Satisfied with the performance of the memory-modification machines, he exited the observation room, and entered the surrounding blank white halls. He passed by other rooms with machines just like the one that had been demonstrated to him, and progressed towards the elevator. He pressed his eye against the security device that was to the right of the doors, and they opened up to the elevator car.

"Hello, sir," the elevator serviceman said. Sk quietly nodded, satisfied at the security. Machines and technology were all fine, but exploitable. Living security was always the best.

He made his way upto the main floor of the Pokemon Center, and exited into the much less claustrophobic roads of Saffron City as swiftly as possible. It was best not to attract attention to the hidden halls that C.i.B.ORG had installed in every Center during their construction. Of course, at times third-parties funded the construction projects, but it was always C.i.B.ORG that provided the supplies, the machines, and all of the medical technology. Its influence was about to reap rewards.

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
“Sir. You may want to see this.” A grunt said. He gave Tiantus a laptop. What Tiantus saw made him confused.

“What’s happening? Sk wasn’t begin to activate the signals for TRILOBYTE until after we took over Orre!” Tiantus said.

“TRILOBYTE has not been activated yet. The computers are being prepared to activate it. Possibly on Sk’s command.” The grunt said.

Tiantus quickly whipped out his PDA and hoped to God that sk had his. He wrote,
“SK! Don’t activate TRILOBYTE yet! It will jeopardize the mission in Orre. Activate it A few days from now after we take over Orre.
-Tiantus” Tiantus only hoped the message would get to him in time.

The Under Hotel
I burst through the doors. People were clapping when I arrived. I entered the Meeting Room, podium set up, and about twice the people were there than the first time.

“People of Orre. I come to you tonight to speak to you with current events.” I said into the microphone. Everyone clapped. They were then silent.

“Let’s start after the death of the protesters. Team Soul received an infiltrator in their base. On their spam list informing people, all former UWO workers received the message. Tintar Marksman, a senior on Hamlin Island, was murdered. He was responsible for the spammings. Broken and magnetized computer parts were found thrown through a window, breaking it. There were no fingerprints at the scene, and on the wall, it said Team Soul was here.

This leads me to the conclusion that Team Soul’s robots executed this poor man. Minutes later, Soul Opened fire on a boy riding a Charizard in Saffron city. More minutes later, and still to current, someone dropped an EMP bomb on Saffron. Whether is be another force or Team Soul trying to stop the spamming, I don’t know.

No one has done anything to stop Team Soul in the past week. At first, I was going to use this meeting and have more weekly meetings on Team Soul, but their actions have drawn the line.

Orre may be next in Soul’s rampage, which is why I, rust Nuva am running for President of Orre. TO SEPARATE ORRE!”

The Crowd Yelled “TO SEPARATE ORRE!” after I did. There was roaring applause. Too bad I would have to kill them.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Seriously, the EMP was thought to have been used inside of the UWO HQ, so anyone on the exterior should not have been detecting anything. That's my stand on that.

So rust "has" Morrison and Neo has Patterson right now. Anything else I'm missing? Oh, and the rest of them are: Julia Sanchez, Marlene Nabudike, Jake Reso, and Daniel Fisher.

IC:
Orre

We landed on Orre after what seemed to be quite a long flight. Orre...was not a place that I would expect to have to land on, as the problems that came about when on Orre was...drastic to say the least. Hilary also stepped out of the helicopter. "What of the medical helicopter?" I asked.

"Well I have the card key to it. Besides, medical helicopters don't tend to get hijacked due to the potential importance of saving lives," she answered.

"Very well then, if that is the case, then we should start. Should we split up or what?"

"Yeah. That would be the best decision right now since we can cover more ground easily. However, with your lack of knowledge with high-tech machinary...it's going to be difficult to get in touch."

"Well I'd assume that we should meet back here some time. How about each night? If one of us don't make it for the night, then we can assume the other is missing and conduct a search and rescue mission."

"That would be the best plan right now. Good luck to you, Kev."

"Same to you."

With that, Hilary went off. I watched her off before I entered Orre's interior myself. It was the first time I've entered Orre in quite a while, and it would be shameful to just let the oppurtunity to have some fun while getting information. That would be the best plan right now.

I made it through one of the main streets of Orre and entered Phenac City. It was a warmer feeling as I recalled actually being here in the past, during the summers when school was out, and the like. Looking around, I headed straight for the slum of the city, where I would be able to find dirt about anything and anyone if I had the skills or the money.

I headed down to the first infomatic of the slum. His name was Jerry, a past acquiantance generally to my profit. I gave him a welcoming grab and slammed him onto a nearby wall. "Hello, Jerry," I menacingly growled.

Trembling, Jerry replied, "He....hello Seraph."

I let him go, and he just continued panting. "I need some information on the current situation. What the heck is going on in Orre and who's behind it?"

"You're the fifth person today. I heard from the news that his name was Rust. But that's all I know so far."

"I need more. Is he human? What weaponary does he have? Does he hold any pokemon?"

"We...don't really know about any of this data other than that we've seen him communicate with some exterior source. I would expect him to be an agent from somewhere, likely the WLR. However, he does have robotic parts in him, so we can also suspect Ciborg."

"Ciborg? Hardly likely, since they aren't likely to strike at Team Soul this bluntly. I need to know something. Does this Rust...uh I need a last name here."

"Nuva. However, we heave reason to believe that this is not his real name."

"What, so he could be named Jack Nickelson for all we know?"

"Precisely. I do require some extra time in finding out his objectives and the like, and my operatives are having difficulty getting dirt on this guy. It does seem that he has enough security to keep many things a secret. Besides that, he's running for president here."

"Never heard you would say that ever, Jerry. I need to know whether he has a swampert or not, or whether or not we can find traces of Ciborg or WLR for that matter. How come such underground organizations haven't been told to me after all this time?"

"You're not Seraph outside of Orre?"

"Ugh. I hate it when that happens. I need info on where to find him and who else are in this business around there."

"He's somewhere in The Under. My operatives didn't tell me much other than that. You can find a woman named Sherry there. You can't miss her, with you eye for women dressed with so little."

"Thanks, I'll catch you later."

"Wait, payment?"

"You suck if you think you're getting money from me. Without me, you wouldn't even be in this position."

"It was worth a try. Bye."

So this Rust Nuva has some link to the massacre on Celadon. More importantly, it does seem that he would be the prime suspect. If he was the WLR, then it would make plenty of sense that he would start the rebellion and then kill everyone there. That would ensure that Team Soul would lose much of their popularity. Without heed, I headed toward The Under. Great, Hilary will be having a search and rescue mission soon.

OOC:
italics = Seraph
No italics = Kev
The relationship is that Kev has no idea of any of this, and Seraph is fully conscious of who Kev is, the info he receives, etc. This is apparently a form of personality dissociative disorder that I'm using. ;)

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Sorry if this all is so rushed, sk only gave me a few posts, then he's activating TRILOBYTE.
IC:
En Route to Agate
I got into the helicopter, and it took off. My first campaign trip was Agate, where I would talk about Ciborg’s Cybernetic Limbs. The older folks would love to get new limbs, more so stronger one.

After that, I would go to Phenac, and talk about how Team Soul can poison their water. No brainer they’ll get scared.

Afterwards, Tiantus will finish up his Mt. Battle ‘Operation.’ This should irk Granyel enough to put the elections closer. Then…

CERP Labs
Tiantus was scurrying around, worried about the activation of TRILOBYTE. He then stopped for a moment to hear a rustling. He stared at 4 Grunts. 3 would come with him, and the fourth would snipe the WLR operative.

Tiantus walked down the dune.

“You have the copies.” Tiantus asked.

“Well, yes and no. Yes, I have some data on these copies. Our techies reexamined the copies compared to the real disks we have. There’s a whole layer of information we didn’t touch. Our hope is lost for Patterson's disk. I do have some data copied on this copy,” The man said.

“Oh don’t worry. We don’t need much.”

“Good. I never really told you the real reason I need you. You all seem smart with computers. After all, I see all the robots that walk out of here every day. What I need is someone who can get to that layer of information on the disk, and make accurate copies.”

“All right. I accept. Should I come to your place?” Tiantus asked.

The man’s face lit up. “4th Volcano in Mt. Battle. About 30 feet away from battle zone 42. Its behind the volcano there.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. NOW!” Tiantus said calmly the yelled. The man looked confused. A few gunshots came out and hit the man in the head, heart, and throat. Tiantus took both disks from the man.

“Gentlemen, get the bombs. We’re going on a trip.”

Agate Town
I walked out of the Helicopter. People saw me and started cheering. They applauded me. I walked out and got on a tree stump. People were telling others that I was here. More and more people came to gather around.

“Hello Agate! As you know, I am running for President of Orre. So, I came to make my campaign speech here, first.”

People applauded.

“Now, let me talk to you about what I will do when I’m president, besides separate Orre from the UWO. Because of my good relations with C.i.B.ORG, I am going to let them open public cybernetic clinics around Orre. With cybernetic limbs, limbs go up in strength tenfold. Any crippled arm, or weak leg can be fixed by this medicine!”

Everyone applauded. The older folks then applauded extra loud.

“Thank you Agate! I am going to Phenac, and then Pyrite!” I stepped off the stump and approached my Helicopter.

En Route to Mt. Battle
A helicopter flanked the one Tiantus was on. Each helicopter carried 5 grunts either wearing a fake UWO or Team Soul outfit.

The fake outfits were designed to look like real ones seen flanking Trist is his many speeches, except these are stuffed with Kevlar. They look exactly like their originals.

In Tiantus’s helicopter was the Makuot V. 0.3. The Makuot is the robot I commissioned, except this robot is just a shell. The programming is not finished, so its set just to stand in a visible spot in the helicopter.

Also on the helicopter is a tub full of glove-handled printouts saying ‘Team Soul shall bring back peace. All those who defy us shall die.’

CONTINUED

[Lord Celebi]

One grunt, is going to be dropped a few yards (Out of visible sight) away from Mt. Battle. When rust sends the signal, he walks in wearing a UWO outfit, gets glares, and enters the Mt. Battle competition. He kills #1 and 2 and places a few bombs from his backpack on Circle 1.

On the other side, Tiantus’s team, after dealing with the WLR, will fly to Circle 100, call #100 and 99 and place a few bombs on 100.

Since Mt. Battle is basically a bridge, if both supports are blown up, the entire middle will be sent into the volcano, or just crash down.

Mt. Battle
The lone grunt was dropped off, and the helicopters swerved around Mt. Battle. The pilot landed the Copter in front of a door. Two WLR guards stood there.

“We’re the new guys.” Tiantus said. The 9 Other grunts jumped out of the helicopters. The 2 WLR guards opened the door. Tiantus shot and killed both.

He signaled for a team of four to go up ahead. Gunshots arose. Tiantus got out of a hallway to find one room with a few computers, and a man in bed.

Boris… Tiantus thought. Ciborg grunts were picked off slowly. The few WLRs that were there were killed in seconds. One grunt tried to get into the main computer.

“This is the main computer. Its on a private WLR network. And It needs a password.” The grunt said.

“I swear people get stupider by the day. They actually wrote that on the login screen?”

Just after that was said, a door opened in the wall. Inside was a room of WLRs waiting to kill any intruders. A WLR Grunt pressed a button and laser-guided turrets appreared out of the wall. Immediately, the grunt behind Tiantus was shot and killed. Tiantus took out his DC-17 and shot the turret. The 8 Other Grunts began shooting the 20-some grunts from coming out the door.

Slowly, the Ciborg Grunts were killed off. But, the slaying of the WLR's was much faster that Ciborg grunt's demises. It stopped when it was Tiantus and 4 Grunts vs. 10 WLR grunts. Tiantus started shooting. He got shot in the hand. Luckily, it wasn't his trigger hand.

Finally, there were two WLR grunts left. Tiantus shot one. The other one shot a ciborg grunt. The other three all shot at the WLR member. Only 3 Grunts left...

Tiantus took out medical supplies from his backpack and tried to get the bullet out of his hand. He succed, but it was bleeding. Tiantus wrapped gase around his hand. He now needed the disk and password.

One scientist was still breathing. Tiantus shot him in the shin.

“Disk and password.” Tiantus said.

“Why would I tell you?” The scientist said.

Tiantus shot his arm and then pointed the gun to his head.

“…Maranquarl.” Tiantus shot the scientist.

CONTINUED

[Lord Celebi]

En Route to CERP Labs
“Tiantus. Everything’s a go! Light ‘em up!” I said. Tiantus looked exhausted on Video mail.

“WLR… sucks… according to the computer, the disk is in a small outpost in Agate’s Relic Forest. At least we have Boris. I’ve administered another sleeping drug, and shot him in she shins, so he can’t escape.”

I turned off my video mail. I was then getting mail from General Bacara.

“Sir. We’ve been sent a request to turn on Realgem Spire for TRILOBYTE. Should we?” Bacara asked.

“No. We’ll join in with the group TRILOBYTE after I become president.”

“Also, Command said we have to send the people of Orre for Brain ‘Corrections’ instead of killing them.” Bacara said.

“Fine.” I turned off the PDA.


Mt. Battle
The grunt walked in. He was given untrusting glares from people.

“I’d like to sign up for Mt. Battle.”

“Fine. Go in.” The man behind the counter said.

After the doors closed on him, the grunt got to work. He shot #1 and 2 and then started attaching bombs to the Circle he was on.

Circle 100
A helicopter arrived carrying two grunts and the Matuok. Just out of battle, the grunts were tired and wanted to get their mission done quickly.

A grunt jumped down a rope ladder and shot #100 and 99. He got to work placing bombs.

Mt. Battle
“I’m finished. My Pokemon couldn’t take it. I hope you can.”
The grunt ran out and pressed the remote trigger he was holding. He heard another explosion from the other side. The helicopter arrived and the grunt climbed up the rope ladder. Another grunt dumped the bin of typed notes.

As soon as the grunt got in, the helicopter swerved off.

En Route to CERP Labs
On my laptop, I was checking Orrecast News. The website said;

“About 5 minutes ago, Mt. Battle was hit by a bomb on both sides, effectively collapsing it. Witnesses say the men who did it were in UWO and Team Soul uniforms. Papers dumped from the helicopter said that Team Soul will kill all that oppose them. Pierre Granyel is going to make a statement. Download it here when we put it up”

I kept clicking download it here. On the 10th click something came up.

“Citizens of Orre. I regret to say, Mt. Battle has been lost. The death count is currently at 142. As I am only holding the election, I cannot do anything to deal with the ones who destroyed a monument to Mankind’s accomplishment and the longest bridge in the world. I am moving the elections to today because all polling places have voting equiptment. Hopefully rust Nuva will do a good job. You have until 12 Midnight to vote, although rust is running unopposed. Since we have not printed the ballots, you will have to write the candidate you choose on paper.”

Good… Good. A few hours from now… BAM!

[Incongruity]

OOC: The following is just over 10000 (I thin kit's like 12000-something) so I'll be putting it in two posts.

Drive by car from Saffron to Celadon

The same black Aston Martin that had brought him to the city was waiting outside. After knocking on the window, the driver turned and unlocked the door for sk.

"All good, sir?"

"Yes, all seems to be going according to plan. Let's go back to Celadon City. I have a message to send from there..."

"It may take a while, as all of the streetlights are out. In fact, most of the electricity is out, and I had to fix the fuse to our car. However, if we take the alleyways, we should be able to avoid the traffic caused by the blackout..."

But by then, sk was already asleep. The mere feel of a soft seat dragged him immediately into a trance. His level of exhaustion easily overcame the discomforts of the ride. It was a luxurious car, but sk was sitting and not laying down, and a car would inevitably reach bumps in the road. Sk could ignore these, though. They could not awaken him. If his PDA was working, it would have awoken him with the message to postpone activation of TRILOBYTE. But sk had left it in the car, and it had been broken by the EMP charge. He would never get the message, and sk would remain asleep, oblivious of the distractions that could not possibly wake him up.

But the ring of his secure phone could. It had not been more than fifteen minutes of driving when his cell phone began to ring and vibrate. Unlike his PDA, his phone was still working. Sk had brought it with him underground, and so it was safe, just like the backup generators for the Pokemon Center.

The phone continued to ring multiple times. Sk could withstand bumps, uncomfortable sleeping positions, and the compact area of a car, but he could not ignore work. Reluctantly, he picked up.

"Ugh, who is it?" sk asked. But he knew who it was already. Nobody else would have called him on that phone and at that time.

"Sir, I'm ready to activate. We've calculated, and determined that almost all of Kanto will be affected by the Celadon station. Unfortunately, the Indigo Plateau, Pallet Town, and Cinnabar Island will be minimally affected, if at all. But it is of no concern. The important thing is that Vermillion will be in chaos after the signals. With no ports, Kanto will be an island."

"Johto?" sk asked lazily, too tired to ask in a full sentence.

"Kanto will be unable to receive any aid from neighboring Johto. Most of the mainland will be affected by the Goldenrod Station..."

"Doctor..."

"Yes, I admit. Cianwood and the Whirl Islands will feel almost no effect. Neither will New Bark Town, which will leave an open connection to the uncontrolled areas of Kanto. Considering the size of the town, however, it will pose no threat. In fact, the unaffected areas are all either mere towns or outskirts. While Kanto and Johto will have various areas that their respective stations will not reach, Hoenn will have no problems. It is good that we allowed Tiantus to make that outpost at Sootopolis. With that second station in addition to the original one at Rustboro, all of Hoenn will be ours for the taking. The pokemon that can will rally at Sootopolis, and those that cannot will rally to Rustboro. The percentage there has already risen, too. It is at the requested 70%. The reports you had received were outdated by a few weeks. The figures for Kanto and Johto were incorrect as well; in those regions, 90% of the population of pokemon is infected by our drones."

"I was curious as to why the figures had increased so little since my last check. I'm assuming the troubles still remain in the Orange Islands and Orre regions?"

"Yes, but the troubles were unavoidable. The Orange Islands are very loose and independent from any system, so our products were unable to be dispersed efficiently there. Hopefully the reliance on some of the main islands will have spread the drones about, but we cannot be too sure of it. Orre is a different story. For some reason, the spires there have not been activated...."

"What is Tiantus doing over there?! So the Orange Islands and Orre will both pose trouble... Without the main regions though, they are nothing. Some chaos, at least, will be incited. It will cause confusion. Confusion which can buy us time. It will provide time for us to set up our order... Despite how incomplete our plan is, we must not let this opportunity go by. Now is the time. Activate the signal."

Sk flipped over his cell phone, and knew what was about to come. On the other end of the line was the Head Doctor of Saffron. He didn't know if he should order the activation. How many lives would be lost, and for what? With TRILOBYTE not even at full strength, would it merely cause a bloody means that led to no end?

But he could not hesitate. Sweating from his stress, the doctor reluctantly nodded to his subordinates.

Not a second after the activation was ordered, the car sk was in began to swerve. A yell came from the front of the car, and sk immediately lowered the window that separated the two halves. The driver was dead, with claw marks on his throat, and a cloud of pokemon were escaping out of the car; they ripped the doors out, broke the windows, and began rampaging out.

"The driver's pokemon must not have gotten the vaccination that protected them from the drones... It is too late now. Once the drones are activated, nothing but the pre-programmed commands will stop them..." Sk was about to pull down his window, but the car was still swerving. Suddenly he slid to the right side of the car, and began tumbling down. The car flipped over, and fell off of the roadways onto the forested sides.

With a groan, sk dragged his body from the upturned car. The beauty of a machine was wrecked. Dusting off his suit, sk saw the dead driver. Blood leaked from the man's mouth, and his neck was clearly broken as the head was twisted in a way that would be impossible under normal conditions.

"Our first casualty..." sk thought. He took a moment of silence, but did not waver in his conviction. He knew that nothing could be accomplished if there was no loss. Somehow, sk had not suffered any serious injuries that he could notice, other than some minor cuts and bruises. He was old, but still remembered his medical training from his youth.

Once convinced he was fine, he climbed back onto the main road, and gazed west. He could see the silhouette of some horned pokemon racing into the city. But it was not the city that he had departed to Saffron from. It was indeed Celadon that was the city that lay a few meters from him, but it was not the same city. Already, a fire had sprouted, and there was much indistinct noise coming from the city. Looking to his east, he saw other silhouettes of pokemon. Only a few then, but sk knew that more would follow. Looking above, he saw a Pidgeot flying overhead, with a bloody man barely hanging from the talons. Most of his flesh was torn off, and it barely dangled from the man's left ankle. The volume of the scream grew until the Pidgeot was directly overhead, and slowly faded out as the Pidgeot passed. The pokemon would reach the stations, and simply destroy anyone who stood in their way.

Although his ride to Celadon was destroyed, sk was fine with walking. He was at the Celadon border, and C.i.B.ORG Headquarters was less than a quarter of a mile away. The death of the driver was tragic, but it merely meant that the signals were working.

As he approached the building, however, he noticed the gathering mass of pokemon. This was the final confirmation. He stared towards the peak of the building, and while difficult to make out through the swarms of flying pokemon orbiting it, the radio needle was indeed flashing; it was transmitting the sound wave. But the protection was unnecessary. Within a few hours, all the pokemon that could be affected would be affected, and the signal would be obsolete. The pokemon that had already reached the source of the signal were in organized rows, and the mass occupied the fifty meters in front of the C.i.B.ORG Headquarters entrance.

At the head of the mass was a Gardevoir. With her glowing eyes, she stared at sk for what seemed to be an infinite length of time to sk. He went into a deep trance for a few seconds, but he felt outside of the boundaries of normal dimensions.

The Gardevoir was not idle, however; she was reading the subconscious thoughts and memories of sk. After determining who he was, she turned to the mass and a purple aura surrounded her. Immediately, the crowd of pokemon split and opened a path to the C.i.B.ORG entrance.

[Incongruity]

"Welcome" the Gardevoir thought to sk.

He calmly walked into the C.i.B.ORG headquarters, but his tranquility stuck out like a sore thumb. The chaos from the outside had apparently diffused there as well. A pair of human guards with rifles were guarding the exit; they prevented any C.i.B.ORG employee from leaving. One young doctor approached him with a worried look on her face. Stuttering from fear or shock, she began to speak.

"Sir! I've been looking for you! What's going on! My pokemon just escaped from their pokeballs and rampaged out of Surgery towards the front of the building! The other directors aren't telling me anything!"

Sk thought for a second, and knew it couldn't hurt. She was a member of C.i.B.ORG, and she would eventually find out. If he told her, it would merely mean one less person to brief on the issue, and one more person to spread the knowledge to other employees.

"I'm sure you've heard of TRILOBYTE, but don't know what it is. This is it, young lady. I'm sure you know we control the market for most of the pokemon-related goods and medical products. We installed mechanical drones into all of them. All of the pokeballs, TMs, HMs, and the like in the pokemarts have these drones that they install whenever a pokemon is caught, or a move is taught. All of the healing machines, the syringes, and the IVs in the pokemon centers transmit these microscopic drones. These drones are like viruses. They have a specific DNA, and at first only some genes are expressed. These genes are the ones that maintain the survival of these drones, and initiate reproduction. But that is just the dormant stage. The drones can reproduce, because their DNA allows for them to code for metallic amalgams as well as natural proteins. Minerals such as iron and zinc are combined in the ribosomes, and they are used to create the metallic shells of the drones.

"These drones attach to the brains of their respective pokemon, until the signal is received. The signal was just received a few minutes ago. The signal is a high-frequency sound wave that activates one of the waiting genes. We originally planned to do this with normal speakers. It didn't work. There was not nearly enough power, and not nearly high enough a pitch. Then we planned to do it with the transmitters from our various stations. But they could not reach all of the world. They only reached the surrounding areas. So we needed a vector. But the process of finding this vector would have taken too long. So here we are. Not before schedule, but I say before the opportunity passed us by.

"In the immediate aftermath, the drones distort the brain's natural thought patterns, so that the only impulse they have is to exit their pokeballs and head towards the source of the signal. From there, the most intelligent pokemon will organize them. Trespassers will be stopped or killed, and the pokemon will simply wait. What we must do is wait until the other genes are expressed. The signal activates the waiting impulses which can control the pokemon in the immediate, but the dormant genes in the DNA are activated, which will provide long-term control. Within the hour, the intelligent pokemon will obey any authorized C.i.B.ORG officer, and they will pass on the orders to the masses. Don't you see the beauty of this?"

"The beauty? Don't you see the horror? Why would you do this? Chaos runs unchecked. People are being murdered by their own pokemon! Their own guardians have turned on them. I don't understand... Why?"

In horror, she began to walk away, staring in shock at sk. But sk was unfazed. She would learn to accept it. Just like everyone would. She was young. She did not yet understand how her false hopes limited her potential.

[Ninja Emperor]

OOC: I decided to post I hope that will be good enough

IC: Sea off the coast of Fushia city, aboard team D.A.R.K. submarine

*Huge submarine of about 700 feet long was lurking in the shadowy waters off the coast of Fushia city. It's black hull didn't had any markings and there were just two low structures above it's low platform. Towards the bow, it had large, oval windows that alowed to see the surrounding in the ocean. It was powered by three screws and had a masive ram at the front. That was the "Nautilus" the strongest submarine team D.A.R.K had. However, this time that silent veichle was at a reconasance mission and the objective of it's crew lied in Safron city. An officer named Otoshi entered trough a water tight lock door that separated all the cabins inside that submarines and now was before the commander of this vesel. A man in white trench coat and with brown hair tied behind the head stood before him.*

Otoshi: "Sir Yoshikuni, we are nearing the Fushia city. We need you in the control chamber to monitor our search for the safe harbor to dock the submarine."

Yoshimitsu: "Very well then Otoshi-dono, I shall be upstairs in few moments."

*He said as he sheated one of his katanas. He was practicing his swordsmanship at the moment Otoshi came in. Now Otoshi saluted him and exited the cabin. Yoshimitsu followed him shortly after.*

~What are the true intents of Dr. Trist-dono? This mission I've been assighned to might help us understand that. We shall make a series of observations at the site of team Soul base at the safe distance taking in concern whatever could be used to infiltrate it if needed. Also, it would be a good idea to establish spying and eavesdroping on the Trist-dono himself. He declared himself as a new president, is he responsible for the death of Ryan-dono? That what we must find out without engaging in a battle with team soul if that isn't necessary...~

*He though to himself as he climed the spiral stairwell to the control chamber of the submarine from where he could monitor the docking as close to the shore as posible.*

OOC: I hope that this is ok, don't worry I have no intentions on infiltrating right now, or to begin fighting. There would be no second Agate, I promise, lol

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: This post takes place a few minutes before sk activates TRILOBYTE.
IC:
En Route to Pyrite
“And the voting is closed. It is official now that rust Nuva is our new president. We are waiting for a statement from him in Pyrite Town” The Orrecast website said. I closed my laptop and prepared myself for a moment I’ve been waiting for, for a long time. Today is the day that I separate Orre from the UWO.

The Helicopter landed and people were already gathered around a podium on a stage. I walked out and got on the stage. I spoke into the many recording devices that were set up on the podium.

“People of Orre. Thank you for caring about your country and your lives. I am now president and I can do what my campaign said it would do. First, as president, I am separating Orre from the United World Order.

Now, to clean out Orre of those scumbag Soul members, everyone must go into their Pokecenter. Ciborg will be doing background checks on everyone. Anyone who is not in the Pokecenter will be shot as a suspected Team Soul member.” People clapped. I then pointed to the Pokemon Center and everyone started walking. My brain controlled slaves would be out soon enough. I saw Nurse Joy lock the doors. This is happening in every city in Orre.

I opened my PDA Video Mail. I called Bacara.

“Bacara, start building the labs. Tiantus sent you the schematics I believe. Also, activate the Defense Systems on Orre Command. Finally, Initiate the TRILOBYTE antennae.”

“Sir!”

I turned off Video Mail. I then went to my helicopter. 3 Ciborg grunts got out and began searching homes.

“After the drones are made, bulldoze the entire place and begin building the runway.” I told the grunts. I got on board the helicopter and it swooped off for Phenac.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: rust...no. Seriously tho, to begin it's highly unlikely that WLR would just leave a council member with such light guard, when clearly BOS had trouble securing the other. Especially since WLR lost the first member, it would make sense that the defenses would at least double to ensure no other problems would happen. Second, you've been flying like crazy around everywhere without any possible input from anyone else in the area, advanced time past elections, etc. So in all, I personally am not accepting your post. Dude, we want good RP, and you're giving my second-rate material.

Ninja, yeah keep watching yourself.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: rust...no. Seriously tho, to begin it's highly unlikely that WLR would just leave a council member with such light guard, when clearly BOS had trouble securing the other. Especially since WLR lost the first member, it would make sense that the defenses would at least double to ensure no other problems would happen. Second, you've been flying like crazy around everywhere without any possible input from anyone else in the area, advanced time past elections, etc. So in all, I personally am not accepting your post. Dude, we want good RP, and you're giving my second-rate material.

Ninja, yeah keep watching yourself.
OOC: Okay. I took out the part in Phenac city, so rust is on the helicopter and doesn't go anywhere.

I added a lot more security to the WLR base, and made a few Ciborg casualities and injury to Tiantus.

I also put a bit more detail into the destruction of Mt. Battle.

Everything should be acceptable now.

[bronislav84]

OOC: Since Neo rushed the meeting a bit, I will have to compensate. Some events take place before he meets Marieta and will be denoted by italics.

IC:
Over Lillycove City

We landed next to the doors to the Department Store, only to see the IPC truck unloading it's Pkmn merchandise.

I recalled Flygon and waited for Marieta to do the same with her Pidgeot. While I waited for her to get hold of him, I decided to go and check the progress of the merchandise.

There were a few Heisochos and their Pkmn doing the unloading. One was with a Machoke, and the other was with a Machamp. A few more were inside the back of the truck handing stuff out to the ones outside.

I walked up to the one who was at the wheel of the parked truck, and asked, "How's the unloading going?" making sure to keep my voice down, since I didn't want people to know that the IPC President and a team leader was walking around with no guards.

"And who are you?" was my responce, as he took a sip of the Soda he was drinking.

It occured to me that many of our members had never seen my face, nor did they know what my voice sounded like. That could be remedied easily. I knew that when I started speaking, my Pack Server would immediately go out of Standby.

"Transmit identification to truck terminal. Authorization code FGU7-29." I said, giving my private code for the temporaty release of data to a remote place.

On the screen of the truck terminal appeared my information and a picture.

The Heisocho almost choked on the Soda he was drinking, as he realized who he was speaking to. He spit his soda on the seat next to him, and got red in the face.

"Oh! My applologies, Lady Sophie. I had no idea it was you." He said, trying to regain his calm somposure.

"Yea, yea. Now, you are to clean up the mess you made after you give me the report on the status of the unloading." I said, staring at the spilt Soda on the seat.

"Yes, right away." He said, pulling out a rag from the glove compartment, and putting it over the Soda to soak.

"You are to clean up that mess THOROUGHLY when we finish our converation. For now, just give me the ******* report, already." I said, already getting annoyed at the way he "cleaned" the seat.

"Yes, Lady Sophie. I'll get my Mudkip to wash it later." He said and paused for a moment, "Now, about the unloading of the Pkmn products. The others are moving it all into the Baesment level for sorting by the Store Employees. The products will go on sale mementarily, alongside whatever else they're selling."

"Thank you. Get back to work, while I pay a visit to the Basement." I said, as I heard the sound of a Water Gun in the truck.

As I proceeded to meet with Marieta, I wondered if a Water Gun was too much for a smiple seat.

I came up to Marieta, who had decided to let her Pidgeot stand next to her, as they enjoyed a moment of peace together. I nodded to her, that I would go in, and promptly went to the Elevator.

About a half hour later, after checking that the products were in order, I went up in the Elevator and bought some of my own company's Full Restores. I could never have too many Full Restores!

While downstairs, I got a news update about Rust Nuva becoming President of Orre, and also the BOS had recovered a Council Member. There was also a good shot of Winterfield's face. I decided to remember it, since I now had a good picture to go by when looking for him.

I then went downstairs again, only to see Marieta, who was tapping her foot. The truck had already left.

"Where have you been?!" She asked, with a worried look.

"I was checking the status of our products in the basement and then I bought some Full Restores. What's the big emergency? Why are you yelling?" I asked, looking around for a second.

"I just met some BOS Members and requested a meeting with their leader, whom I saw on the news updates, which you undobtedly also recieved. They might be coming any minute. Why don't you go back in, and I'll introduce you when they get here?" She answered, patting Pidgeot, to keep watch for the two of us.

He squacked a bit, but surpriingly, listened to her. Suddenly, he squacked again, and I looked in the direction he was facing, only to see some guys in armor coming this way. I quickly dashed inside and out of sight.

“So, I was informed by one of my officers that you wanted to meet with me.” Said Winterfield, looking into Marieta's sharp eyes, “What is this about?”

"Contrary to your original information, I'm not with IPC. I work directly for the organization behind IPC. Our leader wishes to speak with you." Said Marieta, giving me the cue to come out.

I walked out and bowed, in traditional Japanese style, saying, "I am Krad Phylosophia, leader of the Dark Angels. You must be Winterfield Neo, leader of the Brotherhood. I've heard of your exploits and have a proposal for you."

I stood there unafraid, waiting for his response. I had no idea what his reaction would be, but I knew I could at least take the guards. Most people underestimate me, and that costs them dearly.

Edit: I forgot the censor thing comes on sometimes. I just wanna mention that the word blosked out was supposed to be a combination of "the man upstairs", and damn.

[Ninja Emperor]

Fushia City, night, around Fushia Castle (Koga's Gym)

*Only late at night, Yoshimitsu and his team got out on the beach of Fushia and went towards the walls of Fushia Castle, for shadow cover as there could have been Team Soul patrols around the City. Yoshimitsu knew that place well as used to live around here when he was training. He puted his radio headphones on and listened to the latest updates like that. The one about Rust-Nova becoming a presedent of Orre and it's separation from United World Order caught his attention.*

~Frankly Rust-dono seems like yet annother dictator to me. I wounder if Lady Sophie will assighn anything about him...~

*He though and suddnly he recived an inominng transmisson and heard a familiar voice of communication officer.*

Officer: "Yoshimitsu-sama, Lady Sophie orders you to come to LilyCove City!"

Yoshimitsu: "Oro? Sophie-dono terminating the spying mission on team soul?"

Officer: "It's looks like it, but how far you got there anyways?"

Yoshimitsu: "We're in Fushia City now..."

Officer: "Oh how loveley, I've been there couple of times. So how's the weather in there?"

Yoshimitsu: "It's fine, a bit breezy from the ocean....Oh so sorry, I think you're breaking up...I'll talk to you latter."

*He emitated the statics before terminating transmission as he knew that she would never end with her convo. Then he turned to others with a smile and said.*

Yoshimitsu: "Well, looks like it's back to the sub now. Let's go!"

*He said that as they all moved silently, keeping themselves hiden in shadows. When they were near the point where they could get back on board, they spoted two soldiers who were wondering around that place making it imposible to get close to the water. Before Yoshimitsu could order anything, a shadowy figure, dressed in a ninja outfit and armed with Kusarigama, silently ran up behind one of the soldiers and slashed him. The other turned arround only to get his mouth covered by the hand of mysteriouse man. The man waved his index finger in front of soldier's face and released his mouth. The soldier tried to yell but was slashed the same instance. Yoshimitsu came up to mysterious man who just cleared their path from randomly wondering soldiers who could jepardise everything.*

Yoshimitsu: "What is your name and why did you do it?"

Man: "Hanzo and the war is breaking out preaty soon, I just wanted to clean this town of some garbage before it does..."

Yoshimitsu: "That war shall be won in shadows."

Hanzo: "I couldn't agree with you more..."

Yoshimitsu: "I'm second in comand of team D.A.R.K. and I would like you to invite you in our ranks. We could use a man with your ninjutsu skills and your weapon is interesting too."

Hanzo: "I would, but I wish to speak with a leader first..."

Yoshimitsu: "Very well then, we shall all go to Lillycove then, you are free to follow us aboard the Nautilus."

*Yoshi motioned to others to follow in the water as he puted his diving gear on. Hanzo just followed them silently.*

((OOC: I hope I didn't do anything wrong yet. Is that credible event and all?))

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Rust....I see you're trying, so I'll also be nice in return. Well it looks much better now, and I'll let you off the hook for now. ;)

Ninja: I'd swear it was ninjitsu, but whatev. In terms of the credibility of the event, well infiltrating Team Soul HQ and leaving unscathed seems more farfetched than this. lol

Bron, s'alright with "damn" and the like, just not outright swear words.

[Incongruity]

IC:
C.i.B.ORG Headquarters

Sk simply shook his head at the young doctor, and headed up towards the main conference room through the elevator. It was still working, fortunately. Only the lowest officers in C.i.B.ORG had not had their pokemon protected. He reached the top floor, and as he hoped, the other directors were waiting. Unlike he had hoped, they had grim looks on their face. Quietly, sk sat down at the head of the table, waiting for them to make the first move. The other directors glared, but he glared back with just as much ferocity.

After a long and awkward silence, one of the original leaders who had planned sk's initiation into C.i.B.ORG spoke.

"We thought you were smarter than this..."

With this ice broken, all of the other directors began to speak all at once.

"Yes, we don't even have a vector!"

"This was far too early!"

"Orre and the Orange Islands will barely be affected!"

"I had just gotten my pokemon immunized the other day. If you had done it just a day earlier..."

But sk spoke with the most authority of all. He was not the oldest there, nor had he been at C.i.B.ORG the longest, but he had gained respect.

"Quiet, gentlemen! I know what I am doing. This was my plan, not yours. I formed it, I developed it, and I molded its foundation. I am in control of it. You must trust what I am doing. It is correct. What better time to activate this plan? The world is in chaos! The president just died, and people are thinking what to do in the next day, or the next week. We, on the other hand, already have a long-term goal. We have had this plan for so long. We have been ready for so long, but my own perfectionism limited us. I realized this was the right moment, gentlemen. Look outside. The people are just waiting for us. We can either waste time trying to discredit my decision, or we can continue according to plan. I say we continue, for if we do not, this plan will fail just as you claim"

There was dead silence.

"Good. Activate our feed to the other telecommunications signals. Don't worry about security; we want this to get to as many people as we can. 'Borrow' other satellites and stations if you must. Try to send the feed to the radio tower at Goldenrod, too. Make sure to put it on the large screens that are on the sides of the city buildings. Not too likely people are going to be sitting down in the living room as their pokemon escape and rampage their home."

Sk nodded to the oldest man at his side, who simply sighed in response. He reluctantly pressed a button under the table, and a small camera above the large window extended out and twisted.

"Is it focused?"

The man pulled out his laptop, pressed a few keys, and saw the screen focused on sk's face. He nodded in confirmation.

Sk began to adjust his appearance, dusting off his clothes a little more, but making sure that he could reflect the image of. He looked nowhere near intimidating. Sk looked even more tired and old than he actually was. Older than the age where he could accomplish anything, much less anything malicious. The public would believe him. When he felt he was ready, he nodded to the man at his side, who hesitated for a moment, and began to record. It would air live to some, and have a slight delay caused by the brute force takeover of some signals, but all would hear the message.



"Citizens of the United World Order. Before I say anything, I must ask you all to remain calm. This message comes from the directors of the Central Intelligence of Bionics Organization. You may or may not know who we are, but we are the primary supplier of bionic technology, both for humans and pokemon. Whether or not you have heard of us, you have most likely used our products at one time or another, so you know we are reliable.

"So I must again reiterate that you should remain calm. Do not chase after your pokemon, do not attempt to stop any that come to you. I will explain.

"You have undoubtedly noticed that your pokemon have exited their pokeballs and immediately left towards an unknown destination. This is the work of Team Soul.

"Not long ago, Michael Trist of Team Soul came on the air announcing his coup of the UWO. This was clearly a mistake that we should not have let happen. He and his militaristic faction are the cause of the chaos that you see before you. They infiltrated our corporation. Long before the assassination of Elite, they had their plan in mind. They knew that our corporation provided affordable products for the benefit of all, but they planned to abuse our benevolent deeds. They infiltrated our corporation and installed tiny drones in all of our outbound packages. The Pokemon Centers, Pokemarts, and almost anything that was created by C.i.B.ORG has been infected with these drones. When used on your pokemon, they are in turn infected.

"These drones distort the minds of the pokemon, and put them under the control of whoever activates them. These drones are activated by high-frequency signals. When activated, the pokemon they inhabit will be forced to go to the source of the nearest signal. From there, Team Soul could have obtained an army of pokemon to control the five regions.

"Fortunately, we learned of this before Team Soul activated these signals. We managed to examine one of the outgoing shipments, and realized there was a way to stop Team Soul's destruction. We saw that there was a counter-frequency that could be activated when the main signals were. This would cause the pokemon not to rally towards Team Soul, but to the various C.i.B.ORG Headquarters located throughout the five regions.

"Team Soul did not know of this, and so they ignorantly activated their high-frequency transmitters. As soon as they were activated however, our counter-frequencies activated. Your escaped pokemon are now headed towards any of our main transmitter stations, located at Celadon, Goldenrod, Sootopolis, Rustboro, Realgam Tower, and Mandarin Island. Despite this, they are still under the primary orders that Team Soul programmed into their drones. They will not recognize their respective trainers, nor will they allow any to enter the frequency transmitter stations.

"We are working, however. Immediately after the counter-frequencies activated, C.i.B.ORG got to work. We are attempting to remove the drones, and return the pokemon to their masters. Unfortunately, this is a very arduous process that will take weeks, at the very least.

"Until then, we must ask you to remain calm. For quite a while, chaos will rampage throughout the lands. You must not panic. Panic is what Team Soul desires. Panic will allow you to be exploited by their tactics. C.i.B.ORG is counteracting their malevolent actions, for we feel it is our responsibility. We did not expect anyone to infiltrate our humble corporation.

"As I said before, however, it will take long to completely heal every single one of the infected pokemon. For now, we can provide you with shelter at our Pokemon Centers. There will be guards there, but do not worry. They will not only have firearms, but will have had their pokemon already healed, and ready to protect the Centers. We must ask you all to go to these centers, and not leave until we ensure the safety of the outside. The guards will lead you to the underground shelters that C.i.B.ORG has previously installed in all of the centers.

"We apologize that we were so easily exploited by the actions of Team Soul. We should have seen through their facade. However, their evil will not survive for long. We are working around the clock, and we must ask for your cooperation. Thank you all for your patience in these difficult times."



Once the red light on the camera stopped flashing, and the lens retreated back into its crevice, sk smiled. It was all done. One of the other directors spoke up after a while.

"What exactly waits for the people at the underground shelters?" asked one of the younger directors.

Sk could have explained the memory modification machines, but he simply responded,


"Their enlightenment."

[Lord Celebi]

Relic Forest
Via Video Mail, Dr. Kagi was taking to Talking to Tiantus.

“I have told Bacara to deploy 400 Grunts to the Relic Forest. You should be ready to take out the WLR base. Do Not blow it up until you have a disk!” Tiantus said from the WLR base.

On another line, where there was just voice, General Bacara said “Border Patrol has only reported one helicopter coming in, and it did not bare the WLR’s markings. No helicopters have left.”

“I’m sure you can do a good job investigating that unreported helicopter Bacara!” Tiantus said.

“Sir!” Bacara hung up the line, followed by Tiantus, then Kagi.

“The base is in sight. Shall we take them out?” A grunt asked.

“No. Our mission is to retrieve the disk. Then we can blow it up. Take 10 grunts and set charges after we go in. I want 50 Grunts on Sniper. The rest with me.” Kagi said. 50 grunts began to approach. They hid, the fired at the guards around the base. Two turrets popped up.

“Explosives Team! Take care of the Turrets!” The explosive team started The Other 240 grunts followed Kagi.

WLR Base, Mt. Battle
Mt. Battle is now a construction zone. Parts of the former Mt. Battle were being taken and recycled into a new border defense project Tiantus is about to show me.

“What happened to your hand?” I asked Tiantus. His hand was wrapped in gauze. The visible parts were bloody red.

“Gunshot wound. It got infected. After this presentation, I’m going to CEP to get a cybernetic replacement.” Tiantus lifted a tarp on a table. On the table was sand and two spires sticking out from it, “These two spires will become out new defense grid. Powered on, it releases 4,000 Volts to around the border, and even underground. Anything that passes it will be killed.” Tiantus opened a cage. A midget Roselia with Purple eyes was in it. Tiantus picked it up and set it close to in between the spires.

The spires were about as tall as the Roselia. It looked at the spires with confusion for a moment. Tianuts pushed it through. Its skeleton was visible for a moment it then flew back. A grunt checked its pulse. “Dead Sir.”

“Spire 4 of 30 is almost complete. Things are easier in Mt. Battle because of the volcanoes. As soon as all 30 are set up, no one’s getting in without cleareance.” Tiantus said.

“What if someone blows up a post?”

“Can’t happen. Heat Seeking Turrets are attached to all sides and even underground. We’re working on shield generators now. Right now, the solid Pokemonite metal we’re getting from Mt. Battle should be able to resist a few bombs. The first three are also made out of Pokemonite too, so some aren’t more vulnerable.

[Paperfairy]

NAME: JUSTIN
CODENAME: PAPERFAIRY
TEAM: DARK ANGELS: RENEGADE KNIGHTS
LOCATION: DURANDAL SPACESHIP/D.A.R.K. MAIN BASE, ULTIMA CITY, SOUTH HOENN SEA, HOENN

As the Gyarados submarine sat in the waters of the Docking Area, Justin and Bruce climbed out of the mechanism, and stepped into the docking area. The room was very like the docking area in the D.A.R.K. sub-base. It was about the size of a standard sized kitchen. The walls were all silver colored, and the floor was a blue overlay. However, instead of a door, there were railroad like tracks. Both ends of the track led into what appeared to be long, dark tunnels. Next to the tracks was what appeared to be a control panel. The buttons were arranged in a T shape, just like the ship itself. The control panel was made up fourteen different buttons, all with dissimilar colors. The buttons were labeled as follows:

•Bridge
•Park
•Entertainment
•Stationary Crew Quarters
•Guest Rooms
•Officer’s Conference Rooms
•Brig
•Trainer Area
•R and D
•Multipurpose Testing Area
•Engine Room
•Docking Area
•Central Computer Core


The button labeled Docking Area was lit up, signifying that the duo was in that area. This particular button was a bright orange in color. Justin looked over the panel, and positioned his finger against a light green button, labeled Bridge. Upon pushing it, a light appeared inside one of the extensive, narrow tunnels. The light came closer and closer, until it reached the room. The light belonged to a small red car, which resembled a small train. It was large enough to contentedly fit eight inhabitants inside. It came to a stop, accompanied by an earsplitting, irritating, screeching noise. A door on the train swung open, and a small ramp gradually slid out, touching the floor without a sound. Bruce and Justin stepped forward onto the ramp, and continued inside of the transportation vehicle.

The interior of the vehicle was a bright crimson hue, with long, sofa like seats on each side. These could hold about three humans. In the front and back of the vehicle, laid smaller versions of the seats, which were capable of holding about two people. As Justin and Bruce stepped inside, they sat on these seats. As their rears hit the soft leather, a soft thud could be heard. The motorized ramp retreated back into the train, and the mechanical door shut behind them. Upon the door closing, the train began to pick up speed. It soon reached an exceptionally high speed, shooting down the passageway like a bullet. While the train was in motion, Justin and Bruce sat down in silence, while occasionally glancing at each other. Suddenly, the train began to shake quite a bit. It shook for a few seconds, and then suddenly stopped.

“What the hell?” asked Justin, before hearing his DS beeping yet again.

He ripped it out of his coat, and flipped it open, only to see a small face on the visual screen. The face belonged to none other than Renee, a brown haired, green eyed woman. However, unlike most women her age, she and all of her body parts were incredibly petite. When standing, Renee was the size of an average sixth-grader. Her personality however, was ANYTHING but minute. She was very outgoing, and spoke her mind at all times. She often points out the flaws of the others, which at times, helps the crew, and at other times, just makes them really mad. Her eye sight isn’t exactly the greatest, and so she wears glasses over her eyes to see well. The glasses were oval shaped, and had a green frame to match her eyes.

“Hey guys!” Renee said with a smile.

“Hello Renee…. Would you like to tell us WHY THE HELL THE PLACE IS MOVING?” shouted Justin.

“Well IPC is overdue with shipments to Pokè Marts around Hoenn, so the island is going to dock at Lilycove City. They could probably use your help.”

“All right then. We’re moving towards to Bridge as we speak, so I’ll go from there.” Before Justin closed the piece of equipment, and terminated the link, Renee began speaking again.

“Hey, is Bruce with you?” she queried, looking eager.

“Yeah…” replied Justin in an annoyed tone. He knew that Renee had an enormous crush on Bruce- she didn’t really attempt to hide it. However, Bruce didn’t feel the same way. As a matter of fact, Bruce despised her for it. Justin handed the device to Bruce with a smirk, while Bruce sighed, and finally looked into the DS to see his admirer.

“Hey Brucie!”

“Hello Renee…”

“So... watch’a doing?

“Coming to the bridge.”

Renee gasped, and said, “Really? I’m there now! Wonderful!”

“Yeah…. Well, I’ll seeya later. Bye.”

Before Renee could utter yet another word, Bruce slammed the DS shut and handed it to Justin. While Justin opened his mouth to say something, Bruce replied with,

“Not another word.”

About six-hundred seconds afterward, the train came to a hasty stop. The ramp slid out once more, and along with it, the door opened. Justin stood up, and stepped out of the train, with Bruce close behind. After the door closed behind the two, the train quickly sped away, to serve yet another D.A.R.K. employee.

The bridge was light olive in color, with the floors being made up of the same hue. There were five chairs in the room, one of them belonging to the leader of the team, Lady Sophie. While her seat was red in color, the rest of them were a sleek, black color. Lady Sophie’s chair was also elevated a bit, so it stood out from all of the others. In front of each of the chairs, were dashboards with many buttons and screens, using for controlling both the Durandal and Ultima City. While the leader’s chair and the one to its right were empty, the other three had people in them, who were typing away at their stations.

“Hey Benny!” Bruce shouted, and walked over to greet the man.

The one called Benny swung around in his chair, and with a stuffed mouth, managed to say, “Sp Broof and Ustin!” right before apparently swallowing something. Justin knew that Lady Sophie hated anyone eating on the bridge, but Benny always managed to sneak something past her, and everyone else for that matter. Benny was a chubby man, but tall in stature. His hair was colored a sharp, red hue and his eyes are a brilliant dark orange. Like everyone else, with the omission of Justin and Bruce at the time, Benny was wearing an all black uniform.

The second man, Robert, or as everyone called him, Rob was tall like Benny, except he was quite slender. He has brown hair, which is more often than not covered with a cap. This cap also hides his blue eyes. Rob always has a never give up attitude towards everything he does, especially when trying to fix things. He often ends up breaking what was never broken, or something ends up blowing up. Despite his failure, Rob goes back in to try again. He and Justin are what people would call “computer geeks”, and they often share tips and hints with each other, and build programs together. Together, they wrote the Pokémon Battle Simulator that everyone seems to love so much. Upon hearing Bruce and Justin enter the room; Rob stood up to greet the two.

“Hey Bruce!” exclaimed Rob, although Bruce only gave back a small wave, as he was engaged in a conversation with Benny at the time.

“Justin! I figured out how to fix the scroll glitch on Nubattle!” he exclaimed, his face lighting up.

“Seriously?” queried Justin also excited to hear the news. “How do you do it?”

However, before Rob could begin his explanation, they were interrupted by a feminine voice.

“Wow guys. You two got all excited over a little glitch in a program, and how to fix it. Like two like boys and their action figures.” Said the voice in a sarcastic tone.

The voice belonged to Renee, the woman they had talked to not too long ago.

“Oh be quiet Renee.” Justin countered, while rolling his eyes.

“Well, excuse me!” Renee said while giggling. “Anyways, we just docked with Lilycove. Lady Sophie and Marietta went out to help with the shipments for IPC. They should be done fairly soon.”

“Cool. I’ll go out and help them. Are you coming Bruce?”

“Yeah.” Bruce said, while slowly following Justin.

The walked back over to the railroad tracks, and saw another control panel. This one was exactly like the one in the Docking Area, except instead of that button being lit up, a light green button was lit up, and it was labeled “Bridge”. Justin reached for another button, and this one was orange in hue. Eleven letters that were colored black were imprinted into it, and together the writing spelled out “Docking Area”. Justin slammed his finger onto it, and immediately, the same red train appeared from the long, dark tunnel. The pair got inside of the train, and began heading back to the Docking Area, the same room their journey inside the Durandal began.

Upon reaching the chamber, Justin and Bruce both pulled red and white globes from their belts. The globes were red on the top, and white on the bottoms, and had a black line through the middle. On one side of the ball in the middle of this black streak, was a white circle, which popped out from the ball by a little bit. Pushing this button caused the ball to grow smaller in size; which was about the size of a golf ball. Pressing this switch again made it grow back to its regular size. When at its normal size, the globe measured out to be the size of an orange. These globes were commonly referred to as Pokè Balls, and were used to store Pokémon. This allowed the creatures to be easily transported from one location to another.

[Paperfairy]

Both Justin and Bruce simultaneously threw the Poke Balls against the ground, and they opened up. A bright white light emit from the balls. The light began to take form, and when it had finished, two Pokémon appeared. While one of them roared, the other began to sparkle brilliantly.

The first Pokémon, which came from Bruce’s Poke Ball, was a bird-like creature. Its hue was a fantastic gold, and it was quite shiny. It apparently had clouds for wings, and a fan like tail. Its size was about the same as a computer, when positioned as a tower. Both its cheeks and its beak were a pure white color, and its eyes were black. This Pokémon was known as Altaria, but unlike other Altaria, this one as special.

Normal Altaria are colored a brilliant baby blue, but Bruce’s Altaria was gold colored. Differently colored Pokémon were often referred to as “Shiny Pokémon”, and were quite rare. This is caused by a mutation in the genes, similar to the “Albino Mutation” in other animals. Due to this mutation, Shiny Pokémon have yet another special trait. For some reason, which is yet to be determined by scientists, whenever these mutated Pokémon are released from their Pokè Balls, they begin to sparkle for a few seconds, right after they materialize.

Justin’s Pokémon was a mixture of gray and purple, and had very large wings. The undersides of these wings were a shade blue. This monsters head had very pointy ears, along with pointy teeth. Its eyes were a icy cold blue tint, and a long tail. At the end of this tail, there was what appeared to be a very sharp triangle. It was about as tall as a refrigerator, which meant it towered over Justin. This Pokémon was called Aerodactyl.

The duo climbed onto the backs of their new mode of transportation, and flew to the top of the room. In the middle of the ceiling, was what appeared to be a keypad. There were 9 buttons on it, all purple in color. They were labeled the numbers, 1 through 9. Justin pushed a few buttons on the keypad, and suddenly the ceiling began to move. It slid to the right, revealing the outside. The sky was a bright and brilliant blue, with a few with puffs moving along the sky. The duo lifted outside, and saw the city directly in front of them- Lilycove City. They looked around for a bit, and saw Marietta and Lady Sophie outside of the department store. They were standing before some other men, one of them Justin recognized.

“Isn’t that Commander Winterfield from the Brotherhood of Steel?” asked Justin, making sure he was correct.

“Yep, that’s him all right. Looks like we don’t have to find the Brotherhood after all.” Bruce remarked.

“Okay guys, come in for a landing. Looks like some kind of meeting has already begun.”

As Altaria and Aerodactyl came began to descend, the two suddenly stopped in mid-air.

“Um... guys?” asked Justin, looking concerned.

Immediately both Pokémon began furiously shaking, attempting to shake both trainersoff of their backs. While Justin and Bruce tried to hold on, Pokémon of all shapes and sizes appeared from nowhere. There had to be a least three thousand of them! They all grouped together and heading west. People everywhere were trampled, and trainers looked confused as their Pokémon began running and flying away. A large group of flying Pokémon crashed into Bruce and Justin, breaking their grip.

“What the hell?!?!” Shouted Bruce as he fell towards the ground. The two humans plummeted into the ground, and landed firmly in the dirt, right in front of Lady Sophie. Bruce was barely able to stand up, and when he did, he looked at Justin. His arm appeared to be bended in a way it shouldn’t, and his face had a nasty cut.

“Are you all right dude?” asked Bruce, looking concerned.

All Justin managed to do was lift his non-broken arm and point towards something on the ground. It was quite small, about the size of a toothpick. It appeared to be a glass-like shard of some sort, and was colored a dark green.

“Pretty crystal…” said Justin, and then he lost consciousness.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: PF… No. You cannot have the crystal of chance. You just can’t. I may be a crap Rper, but that is worse God-Moding than I could ever throw out… At least you didn’t ignore TRILOBYTE.
IC:
WLR Holding Facility, Relic Forest
Kagi and 350 grunts had stormed into the WLR Base. The WLR was very overwhelmed by the overwhelming numbers of grunts walking in and out. Only a few surrendered. The rest were killed.

50 Grunts were outside set to kill anything that came out. 10 Were bomb squad.

Kagi lead the group, and so far sustained no injury. As soon as they hit the center of the room, thousands of gunshots could be heard. It the room were at least 100 WLR Guards, about 75 Sporting AK-47s.

Kagi and the grunts were the first to shoot. Although the WLR was vastly outnumbered, they were trying to protect the disk.

Blood flew everywhere. Kagi’s Uniform was already tinted red from the blood shot. Kagi shot 3 more grunts and took out a second gun and started shooting more.

Slowly, the numbers of the WLR agents fell. Ciborg grunts fell quite quicker though. It was 300 against 50. Kagi was still confident, until what seemed to be the commanding officer came out, holding the disk. He held his hands up, and the WLR guards stopped firing. Kagi commanded the same of the Ciborg Grunts.

“I will make you a deal. I will give you a copy of this disk if you leave us alone. If not, we will be forced to Self-Destruct.” The Officer said.

“No. We already have bombs set. We also have 50 snipers positioned around this base. Even if you try to escape, you will die. We want the disk. The real deal. Now, hand it over, and we may spare you.”

The officer took out a gun and shot Kagi. Reacting when the officer took out the gun, Kagi quickly dashed to the left. He only got shot in the shoulder. With his left hand, he shot the officer in the head. He quickly fell down. 10 Ciborg Grunts surrounded Kagi as he kneeled over the dead body and took the disk.

“Now we need to get out of here alive.”

Ciborg Orre Command
Bacara and I stood on the podium looking at the vast and marvelous army. On one side was the people of Orre. All in Green jumpsuits, they all stood in line. Next to them was the Pokemon of Orre, also in line.

“Good. Bacara, begin building the labs. Send half these slaves to Mt. Battle to work on Continent defense,” I told Bacara.

“SIR!” Bacara said then saluted.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: PF, no crystal, since the main thing right now are the command disks. You don't have anyone yet either, so nothing. Zip. Edit post. lol

And yes, by now all but the Orange Islands and Orre are under the effect of Trilobyte. Anyone who ignores this will be subjected to punishment.

IC:
En route to The Under

I took a cab out to The Under, without much heed to the fact that a secondcab was following me. I told the cab driver to turn on the news radio, which he opted not to hear due to the current chaos. The Orre News network just began its news.

"Today's top story: Areas all over have been in chaos currently due to a seemingly random release of pokemon outside of their pokemon because of Ciborg products. The officials of Ciborg has immediately addressed to this issue in a one-sided conference earlier today."

A deeper voice came on, probably of a spokesperson of Ciborg. "Not long ago, Michael Trist of Team Soul came on the air announcing his coup of the UWO. This was clearly a mistake that we should not have let happen. He and his militaristic faction are the cause of the chaos that you see before you. They infiltrated our corporation. Long before the assassination of Elite, they had their plan in mind. They knew that our corporation provided affordable products for the benefit of all, but they planned to abuse our benevolent deeds. They infiltrated our corporation and installed tiny drones in all of our outbound packages. The Pokemon Centers, Pokemarts, and almost anything that was created by C.i.B.ORG has been infected with these drones. When used on your pokemon, they are in turn infected.

"These drones distort the minds of the pokemon, and put them under the control of whoever activates them. These drones are activated by high-frequency signals. When activated, the pokemon they inhabit will be forced to go to the source of the nearest signal. From there, Team Soul could have obtained an army of pokemon to control the five regions.

"Fortunately, we learned of this before Team Soul activated these signals. We managed to examine one of the outgoing shipments, and realized there was a way to stop Team Soul's destruction. We saw that there was a counter-frequency that could be activated when the main signals were. This would cause the pokemon not to rally towards Team Soul, but to the various C.i.B.ORG Headquarters located throughout the five regions.

"Team Soul did not know of this, and so they ignorantly activated their high-frequency transmitters. As soon as they were activated however, our counter-frequencies activated. Your escaped pokemon are now headed towards any of our main transmitter stations, located at Celadon, Goldenrod, Sootopolis, Rustboro, Realgam Tower, and Mandarin Island. Despite this, they are still under the primary orders that Team Soul programmed into their drones. They will not recognize their respective trainers, nor will they allow any to enter the frequency transmitter stations.

"We are working, however. Immediately after the counter-frequencies activated, C.i.B.ORG got to work. We are attempting to remove the drones, and return the pokemon to their masters. Unfortunately, this is a very arduous process that will take weeks, at the very least.

"Until then, we must ask you to remain calm. For quite a while, chaos will rampage throughout the lands. You must not panic. Panic is what Team Soul desires. Panic will allow you to be exploited by their tactics. C.i.B.ORG is counteracting their malevolent actions, for we feel it is our responsibility. We did not expect anyone to infiltrate our humble corporation.

"As I said before, however, it will take long to completely heal every single one of the infected pokemon. For now, we can provide you with shelter at our Pokemon Centers. There will be guards there, but do not worry. They will not only have firearms, but will have had their pokemon already healed, and ready to protect the Centers. We must ask you all to go to these centers, and not leave until we ensure the safety of the outside. The guards will lead you to the underground shelters that C.i.B.ORG has previously installed in all of the centers.

"We apologize that we were so easily exploited by the actions of Team Soul. We should have seen through their facade. However, their evil will not survive for long. We are working around the clock, and we must ask for your cooperation. Thank you all for your patience in these difficult times."

"During that conference, millions of pokemon have been marching toward the locations specified, and officials have advised to leave the pokemon alone and stay inside if at all possible. There has been no word from Team Soul, the aledged culprit, at this time.

"In other news, Orre elections have been coming in at its peak as Rust Nuva runs as the only candidate for president. Nuva promises many great things for Orre that seemed somewhat farfetched, but the support seems to be full and complete. The elections may come to an end shortly if there is not another candidate in the next day or so, with Nuva becoming president.

"Mt. Battle has experienced battle once again, killing many victims and officials. There had been no word on the current situation at this time, and the police speculate that it is due to gang territorial conflict."

It now made much more sense! If Team Soul was to be framed, then rather than the WLR being the culprit, it would be Ciborg, who obviously have been pulling strings from the back. If that was the case, then Nuva would be a part of Ciborg. Whether or not they were with WLR would be irrelevent.

But that drone device was a worry, since I had two pokemon here with me. That would mean that Ciborg is planning something against Team Soul or otherwise using these drone devices. I had to race against time to get to Nuva first.

"Step on it," I said to the cab driver.

The Under slums

I got off the cab shortly after, with the slums in mind. I headed inside to look for a woman, likely wearing little. Although it was difficult to find, and I had to bust some teeth along the way, I found her inside a bar. She looked at me and said, "Jerry told me you'd come."

"Great. I need information," I replied.

"I want money."

I handed her some cash up front. Unlike Jerry, free service never happened in Orre. Then again Jerry was forced to give me free service anyway. "The man you're looking for just left the hotel. What we have gathered is that he is part of Ciborg, or at least is acquainted to them. At this moment I'm not sure how this will play out. However, I do know something else that is of worth.

"One of the council members is under Ciborg now, which we have thought of for a while after the Mt. Battle incident. That means they have one of the commanding disks for the USS Unity."

"Great. What's with all that?"

"I'm sure you know about the council members. The USS Unity is a ship of the highest calibur. From what we know, it can be a weapon. But it requires command disks to operate, and thus having the ship is useless by itself. The council members have been confirmed to own the disks."

"How did you know all this?"

"Well we have our ways. However, We know where Julia Sanchez is, or at least where she should be."

"Where?"

"Here. There's a hidden WLR base in the slums here somewhere. I'm not prepared to tell you anything about that even if I knew, since the WLR have been hot around lately, and since they lost one of their captives, the security would likely be high."

"Great. Keep me posted."

"Pleasure."

I left the bar, looked to my right, and said, "You can come out, Hilary."

[Ninja Emperor]

OOC: Rust....I see you're trying, so I'll also be nice in return. Well it looks much better now, and I'll let you off the hook for now. ;)

Ninja: I'd swear it was ninjitsu, but whatev. In terms of the credibility of the event, well infiltrating Team Soul HQ and leaving unscathed seems more farfetched than this. lol

Bron, s'alright with "damn" and the like, just not outright swear words.

OOC: I never said that we did infiltraited Team Soul HQ, hello! My unit was in Fushia, on the way to Safron and it was just a survailance mission, but appearently it was called off before we could get to the point. About those soldiers, they are random soldiers of whoever controls the Fushia. It can be Team Soul or anyone else for that matter. Not too sure which team controls which region. And the man didn't used any ninjutsu, he just snuck up on both of them without being noticed from behind and took out one of them and when the second one turned arround to see what's at there, he took that one out too. I think it's posible even without using any fancy ninjutsu if you realy good at sneaking up on people, but I can be wrong here. Anyways, I didn't infiltrated anything, my unit headed back to the sub and there were just random soldier wondering around at the beach and presented us with a slight problem. Hope that made it more clear.

[Kenny_C.002]

She came out from the alley nearby. "You're pretty good," she exclaimed.

"No, just that my alter ego sucked," my response was.

"So what's the deal, Kev?"

"Seraph, and we'll need to split again. I need you to scout the area around here to see what we can do here. If anything don't engage with anyone, since it's highly unlikely that you'll be able to handle whatever's in here. Besides, as long as we know where Julia is we can at least make sure nobody else gets to her first."

"I don't know, I heard this place is no place for the WLR."

"Then we'll assume it' some other resistance faction. Whatever the cause, we don't need to care. Do whatever you can until you can get reinforcements, but that might take a while with HQ taking heat from Ciborg and Brotherhood of Steel's political attacks. I guess your mission would be search and secure Julia, wherever she is."

"Alright, and you?"

"I'm going after Nuva. If anything he's behind all of this."

"Okay."

"Oh, and watch yourself and your pokemon. It's likely that whatever is happening all over will hit Orre soon."

"Gotcha."

I left Hilary to search for Julia, which was probably the only thing to do right now. I had to do more, going after Nuva. Either way, that was the only route to take with such limited people. I stopped in one of the more high tech internet cafes and sent an encrypted message to Team Soul, requesting back up. Whether or not that will actually help would likely mean whether or not a miracle would happen or not. Either way, it was for the better.

I called a cab outside the cafe, and asked to head to Mt. Battle. If anything that place would have some answers to where Nuva would be. As I settled inside, I felts a small rumble with my two pokeballs. I needed more time before that would take place....

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: I never said that we did infiltraited Team Soul HQ, hello! My unit was in Fushia, on the way to Safron and it was just a survailance mission, but appearently it was called off before we could get to the point. About those soldiers, they are random soldiers of whoever controls the Fushia. It can be Team Soul or anyone else for that matter. Not too sure which team controls which region. And the man didn't used any ninjutsu, he just snuck up on both of them without being noticed from behind and took out one of them and when the second one turned arround to see what's at there, he took that one out too. I think it's posible even without using any fancy ninjutsu if you realy good at sneaking up on people, but I can be wrong here. Anyways, I didn't infiltrated anything, my unit headed back to the sub and there were just random soldier wondering around at the beach and presented us with a slight problem. Hope that made it more clear.

OOC: No. Others (quite a number) infiltrated Team Soul HQ. I just provided an example in which your post would seem more like "normal" than anything. Sorry if I wasn't clear/not sorry if you didn't read up on the RP.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: >_< Kenny, everyone in Orre has been sent to a Pokemon Center to become Mind slaves... Anyone who didn't go would have been shot or is being hunted by Cibrog Grunts... TRILOBYTE in Orre has been activated too.
IC:
Ciborg Orre Command
“Sir, intelligence reports a renegade moving around the Under. This person’s the only one the oppose you. What shall we do with this one?” A grunt reported to me.

“Hmm… let’s have a little fun. Send our best at surveillance. They need to be shadows. Track that one.”

“There are two, sir.” The grunt said.

“Hmm… these two could interfere with the building of our weapons facilities in the Under. Not good. Scour the Under. All of it. I want every nook and cranny checked for a base of some sort. I have Orre in my fingertips. I’m feeling the threat vibe. Have out intelligence Ops. Track the two. I don’t care if they go to Hell, they must be followed and not seen. It want reports every thirty minutes. Also, make sure the Sub in the Subway is docked at Orre Command, but electricity is still running through the rails. I don’t want anyone getting into our bases.”

“SIR!”

WLR Base, Relic Forest
Kagi, now with two of the WLR guns was shooting at grunts. Amazingly, Kagi had not obtained any more injuries than a graze on the shoulder with a bullet. Ciborg Grunts stood at 275. There were less than 30 WLR grunts.

“Keep Shooting! Cover me. When I give the order, pull back!” Kagi yelled. He walked behind the grunts. “Now!”

Immediately, the grunts ran for the door. Kagi led, disk in hand. He then spoke to the Bomb Squad.

“Blow this place up!” Kagi yelled. As soon as all the grunts were a safe distance, a Bomb Squad member pressed a button. The base blew up, killing the rest of the WLR grunts.

Kagi then received an e-mail on his PDA.

Kagi,

Send your grunts to the Under for searching. Every Nook and Cranny must be checked. Put Captain Neyo in charge. Come back to Command with the disk.

Bacara

Another e-mail was on Neyo’s PDA.

Neyo,

You are in charge of the grunts and another 300 stationed in the Under. Every nook and cranny must be checked. Report anything interesting to me. I also want reports every 30 minutes.

Bacara

Kagi boarded a helicopter and flew off to Orre Command.

The rest, and Captain Neyo, boarded a Cargo Plane and took off for Pyrite Town and the Under.

[Flame Master]

Name: John Moon

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Team: D.A.R.K.

Physical Description: He has black hair. He wears a white shirt with blue shorts and has this really large sweater that covers up to his thighs around his hips. He stands at 4’5”, being small for his age. John size is made up by his ability to jump long distances. He also carries a small light device able to hook up to the Internet and receive orders from his home base.

Personality: He an outgoing enthusiast who like to advance in life. John wants to put peace in the world no matter what the cost.

History: John used to be one of Blaine’s trainers but decided to quit and reach for some higher goals.

Pokemon: Chrarizard, Ninetales, Electrode, Onix, Krabby,

Other:

[Ninja Emperor]

OOC: Ok, I'll change soldiers to two thugs randomly walking at the beach of Fushia and mysterious man helped us to dispose of them and I have the general idea on who is in control of Fushia and it's not exactly Team Soul at least they don't have their HQ in there, so bottom line that I wasn't anywhere near Safron or Soul HQ and I'm going back to Lilly Cove. Is there anymore problems with my story so far?

IC: Traveling under the Ocean at the depth of 40 fatoms en route to Lilly Cove from Fushia.

*The black submarine floated trough the green liquid masses of the world ocean. Mirriads of sea creatures were passing by the oval windows of the saloon. At the center of this room was a shell that have a small fountain comming from it. At one wall of that room was a pipe organ, the opposite one had a samurai suit of armor standing in there. In four corners of the room there were statues. The walls were decorated in paintings and the room itself looked like a museaum with all the exibition cases. On one of the sofas sat a mysterious man who called himself Hanzo, he was in some deep thought. At the pipe organ was sitting comander of the submarine and playing it. Then he stoped and turned to Hanzo.*

Yoshi: "As I was saying, my name is Yoshimitsu Kaito Yoshikuni, however I go by Yoshimitsu or Yoshi most of the times. I'm second in command in team Dark Angel Renegade Knights, D.A.R.K for short. I've seen you in action today and I think we can use someone like you."

Hanzo: "I did what I have to. The likes of those thugs poluted Fushia, I can't stand them going around there and killing people just for fun. There is a team in Fushia that also deals with them, but I think they're doing that for hire. I prered to work alone."

Yoshi: "The goal of my team is to bring light into the darkness, by fighting darkness from the shadows. Where there's light there's always a shadow, but shadow alone can't shine. That's why it must live, fight and die in darkness so that the light can shine....and this is the faight of shadows."

Hanzo: "I agree with you and I will consider joining you after I'll speak to the leader of your team."

Yoshi: "We're on our way to meet Sophie-dono in Lilly Cove and we should be there in ten days if everything goes right. Or we can get there even faster if the weather improves."

Hanzo: "I understand you Yoshi-sama, I shall be going now..."

*He rose up and walked out trough water tight lock door and headed to his cabin. Yoshi returned to playing organ once again.*

[Lord Celebi]

WLR Base, Mt. Battle
Dr. Thire, lead Doctor of GOPRAG Labs (GeOthermal Power Research And Generation) (AKA Mt. Battle) was given one assignment. Track down the disks.

The WLR computer that he had the password to was a big help. The WKR Private Database had records of all their crimes, from the assassination of Ryan Elite to the attempt on Trist’s life.

Thire then clicked on their message boards. The last post said We have lost communication with the Relic Forest Outpost. The Under Lab has been sent to investigate, but that leaves Julia Sanchez and her disk unprotected. Mt. Battle Outpost, although Mt. Battle was blown up, can you protect Sanchez and the disk?

Thire then checked the top of the page. It said ‘You are logged in as Mt. Battle Labs.’

Thire pressed the post button. Sure. We’ll pick him up. He then looked up the location of the lab in the Under and sent an e-mail to Bacara from his PDA.

Bacara,

There is a WLR Base in the Under. Attached is the latitude and longitude of it. They are holding Sanchez and her disk.

-Thire

After Thire hit send, he began looking for the location of the other 3 disks.

Ciborg Orre Command
“rust, I have a PDA e-mail from Dr. Thire. Through investigation of the WLR database, Julia Sanchez and her disk have been found in the Under. Is Neyo all right to lead the squad?” Bacara asked.

“No. I wanna have some fun. I’ll go.” I said. I opened a door and walked into it. A grunt was inside, “Gimme some gadgets. I’m going on a mission.”

The grunt pressed a few buttons and the screen behind him lit up, and Tiantus’s image was on it.

“How’s the hand?” I asked Tiantus. He lifted up a gloved hand.

“Better than ever.” He said.

“I need some weapons and stuff for a mission to the Under.” I said.

“All right. First, I’ve had my colleagues make some modifications to your armor. You now have a sheath to put your sword on your armor.” The grunt in the room picked up my armor and put it on. He then gave me my DC-16

“Happy Trails.” Tiantus said.

I walked out of the room Kagi was there with the disk.

“I want that locked up in Maximum Security. Then I want 3 plastic look-alikes made. Got that?” I told Kagi.

“Sir!” He said. I took the elevator down to my helicopter and took off for the Under. A Cargo Plane then followed my carrying 300 Grunts.

[Tiana_M]

Goldenrod City
Library

It was almost noon when Tiana finally gave up searching through the countless articles, which were yielding nothing of valuable information as to where the council members might be. Tiana blinked a few times and then got up from the chair she had been sitting in, dumping an annoyed Manda from her lap and went over to the floor directory of the library and found that there was a café on the third floor of the Library that was open to the public. She and Manda ascended the two escalators in the building and bought a nice cup of hot apple cider and a sandwich and sat down at a table for two. She decided to use her PDA to try and find anything at all. As she was looking, she found a news clip that showed what seemed like an island coming in to dock at Lillycove. There was quite a commotion being made about it due to some company called IPC. She knew that there was some group affiliated with that company but she couldn’t remember what it was called. She tried to do a few background checks but came up with only the initials: D.A.R.K. When she tried to look it up she found herself at a dead end and decided that it wasn't worth the effort. She thought to herself~Hmm, I wonder if the team behind the company found something there, or if they’re just making a standard delivery for the company. In any case this is probably the best lead I’ve got at the moment. ~

Since she no longer needed to be at the library because it had proven to be a pointless exercise, she was itching to have her sword and pistol back so she got up and Manda jumped to her shoulders again and they descended the escalators and left walking quickly back to the hotel. Once there, she went directly to her room and was about to open the door when Manda growled in her ear. At first she was startled thinking someone might be on the other side of the door when she realized that she had almost forgotten to deactivate the booby traps. “Thank you for the reminder old friend.” Tiana remarked. She then took a small remote that only had one button on it. She pushed the button and when it beeped she knew it was safe to enter. The remote control was used to disable the shock emitters using a specific frequency that can’t be heard by the human ear. This frequency breaks a circuit in the shock emitters, shutting them down. Each time they are set, the circuit uses a different but similar material so that each time the control must be changed minutely to the new frequency. Thus Tiana had only deactivated the trap on the door and was able to open the door without getting shocked. After doing this she recalled Manda who was happy to get a break and obediently returned to her poke ball.

Hoping to find anything of interest on She turned on the TV of course it was set to the normal hotel settings and so she had to flip the channel a few times, but before she could get very far she stumbled on to a newscast and on the screen were two people, UWO council member Patterson and Neo Winterfield, the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel. Tiana had not missed much of the interview and it turned out that Patterson had been found in Lillycove in the hands of the rebel association WLR. Tiana immediately opened her PDA and began a message to Marth reading:

It appears that the BOS found the council member I was looking for first. They seem to have convinced him that Trist is the bad-guy here, and possibly Team Soul as well. My old mission is now null due to the BOS’s discovery. I’ll make my way to Lillycove ASAP and will await your orders there.

But, before she could send the message, four of her pokemon Rayo, Falla*, Pícaro, and Acero*, a Raichu, Rapidash, Misdreavus and Metagross respectively, came out of their poke balls. All of them wanted to get out for some unknown reason. They began causing havoc until Falla noticed the window and decided to really get out and charged. In doing so the Rapidash knocked Tiana out of the way and caught up in her rage, burned her trainer. But, since Tiana had not deactivated the booby trap on the window, Falla was stunned. Since the traps were only good for one use though, the other three saw what the Rapidash had been trying to accomplish and were able to escape. The burn Tiana had obtained was unfortunately third degree and it covered much of her left arm, rendering it pretty much useless due to the damage of nerves. Her arm felt like it was on fire but Tiana was able to remain conscious, barely.

Post continued...

[Tiana_M]

As she regained any cohesive thought other than thoughts about her burnt arm, she began to wonder why her pokemon would flee. When the TV began to show a new broadcast. It featured a rather old-looking man. His announcement was in short that Team Soul had infected the equipment produced by C.i.B.ORG with something that was making them abandon their trainers and report to stations all around the known world. Since Tiana knew that Team Soul had done nothing of the sort, she deduced that it was in fact C.i.B.ORG that had infected the products and was making a move they had planned for a long time. At this point, the reason that her other two pokemon had not fled became apparent. A good friend of Marth’s who had no affiliation with any group had made the two poke balls that they had been caught in. Marth had used the first to capture the Eevee whom he had given to Tiana. The other he had given her as a present before she had left on her journey so that she would have at least one empty poke ball. In that one she had caught the hoot-hoot that was to become her Noctowl. She had bought the rest of her poke balls from other sources that apparently were supplied by C.i.B.ORG. It was only by the virtue that she hadn’t taught any TM’s or HM’s to her two remaining pokemon before joining Team Soul that allowed them to stay with her while the others fled. Since most members of the Team used products provided by other non-affiliated groups, it was not unusual that Tiana had personally decided to use Marth’s trusted friend for all of her pokemon needs, once she had joined the team.

Tiana suddenly became very aware of the presence of the stunned Falla who would most likely react once more to this unheard frequency upon awakening and was wondering if there was any way to stop her from fleeing like the others had. Coming up with no good ideas, Tiana decided that since she would have to abandon the unconscious Falla. Despite her hatred of this plan it was the only thing she could do. In a promise to her pokemon that she would get them back, she made a plan to use her burnt arm and the loss of her pokemon as a reason to try and join, and in turn infiltrate, C.i.B.ORG. The TV, which had gone on to report something about a new president in Orre called Rust, was no longer of any significance to her at the moment and so she turned it off. She decided to check out of the hotel and do as the old man on the TV had said and make her way to the nearest Pokemon Center. She picked up her PDA with her good arm and pocketed it, retrieved her sword and pistol, and put her pack on her good shoulder. She checked out using the room phone and leaving the correct amount of poke dollars in the correct spot. Having done this Tiana made her way down to the street level and it took no time to figure out which way to go to get to the nearest Pokemon Center because all she had to do was follow the already growing crowd of trainers whose pokemon had also assumedly fled.

Tiana decided that it might be a good idea if her two remaining poke balls weren’t visible to the guards that were going to be present at the Pokemon Center. She worked her way to an empty side street where she first put both of her occupied poke balls into her pack and then edited her message to Marth so that it now read:

Marth,
It seems that the BOS has found Patterson, the council member I was to look for here in Jhoto. My mission is now therefore null and void. I would gladly go after Patterson but I do not think that Winterfield will give him up to anyone, especially at the moment not to anyone from our team. Not only that, but I have now lost four of my pokemon to the organization known as C.i.B.ORG. I intend to infiltrate this organization by joining it and hopefully regain my pokemon. Try not to worry I will be undercover as Joyce Madera. May the spirits guide us both.
Your loving daughter

She then decided that it would be best if she informed Isaac of the change in plans and so checked his message which was short but endearing and then replied with the following;

Dearest,
I keep you always in my heart and miss you terribly. Things out here in Jhoto have drastically changed. I have been reassigned to infiltrating C.i.B.ORG. Don’t worry I promise to be careful as always. My new name is Joyce Madera. Stay safe and may the spirits guide us both.
Yours Always

It was short and somewhat awkward but the best she could do in a hurry. After having sent these, she remembered to move all her files that had anything to do with Team Soul to a memory card that she always kept in her pack and then erased all memory of those files and their movement from her PDA just in case it was inspected. While still thinking on these lines she decided that having a gun and a sword might also be rather significant reasons to detain and inspect her, so she threw the gun away not really caring about it all that much. She was loath to leave her precious sword anywhere unfortunately it would not fit in her pack and so she was forced to abandon it as well. Refusing to leave her only remaining weapons, her throwing knives and the long knife in her boot, she left them strapped where they were except the knife that would have been on her burnt arm, which had fallen off in the room along with any other cloth that was on that arm. She then put her pack back on her good shoulder and rejoined the throng.

OOC: In reference to the *’s the names Falla and Acero are pronounced Faya and Asero.

[Lord Celebi]

Pyrite Town
The helicopter landed by the elevator. I got out. Immediately after that, the Cargo Plane landed. All 300 grunts came out. I went down the elevator with 50 grunts. After I got out, the elevator went up, then came down with another 50 grunts.

As soon as all 300 grunts were in the Pokemon Center, I walked out. It was a tight squeeze, but I made it. The others started following me. My On Screen Display in my armor gave me directions to the WLR base. I took out my sword and cut down a fence. Found it.

CEP Labs
Tiantus walked out of CEP Labs, with his new cybernetic hand, and into a helicopter, which would take him back to CERP.

His only mission now was to finish the Makuot, the rust-like robot.

WLR Computer, GOPRAG Labs
Thire witnessed on his laptop which was linked to a camera, the building of GOPRAG. Tunnelers were digging around the center of the volcano, and putting energy absorbing tools in it to power Ciborg’s bases in Orre.

Others were building the fungus-like labs that would go around the laboratory. Instead of bridges between the labs, there were tunnels dug underground and inside the volcano.

Thire was searching through the WLR database trying to find the location of the disks. There were no more in Orre, but the computer said there was another… In Kanto. Cerulean City to be specific. Thire took out his PDA and began typing.

[Ninja Emperor]

Docking at Lilly Cove after few days of underwater traveling, next to Durandal

*Yoshi was at the bridge of Nautilus, monitoring the docking. (Yeah I can use it, each ship doesn't mater if it's a space or not have a bridge where the controls are being held, so that's not copping anyone) It needed a lot of concentration and coordination to do so as the botom of the harbor was trecherous in some areas. Sudenly a transmision rang in his ear and he almost droped a coffie cup that he was about to drink as he finished giving out orders for the timebeing. That was Rene who was excited as usual.*

Rene: "What's up Yoshikuni-dono, sir! I figured that you will come to Lily Cove by now, so I just wanted to say hi to you and your crew..."

*She began in her usual cheerful voice and continued.*

Rene: "Too bad you got disconected last time we spoke, so how's everything?"

Yoshi: "Not bad, only I'm in a middle of docking right now and it takes some concentration..."

Rene: "Ooh, I can help! I have a map of the floor of this harbor near me, I can guide you trough!"

Yoshi: "I appologise, but that won't be necessarry, I got it covered here. Why not we talk when I'll get on Durandal with lady Sophie?"


*He said in his usual soft and nice voice.*

Rene: "Okey doke!"

*She said cheerfully and terminated the transmision. Everyone breath a sigh of reliave and continued docking. In the next half of an hour, the submarine was docked and emerged on the surface of the water with a ramp going from a pier to it's flat deck with only two small structures visible at both ends of it. Yoshi apeared climbing up from the hatch, folowed by Hanzo and his first mate Otoshi. Few other crew members came after them from inside the sub. All of them wore black sea man uniforms with crescents on their caps and with their faces covered with masks. Yoshi was the only one wearing white trench coat over his black ninja outfit. As he looked arround, he finaly spoke.*

Yoshi: "I guess it's time to look for lady Sophie . I think she supposed to be somewherere around here."

Hanzo: "Good, lets not waste anytime and find her..."

*He said as he went down the ramp into the City and others followed up as well. After sometime of walking trough the bussy streets, they spoted lady Sophie talking to a man in armor. Before Yoshi could do anything to get closer to them, few of his pokeballs activated by themselves and his Gyarados, Sneazel and Charizard got out and headed to diferent directions. Gyarados had knocked down Otoshi as she went towards the ocean, Sneazel dashed in the direction of Hanzo, but Hanzo managed to jump out of the way. Finally, Charizard flaped his wings nearly hiting Yoshi, who managed to doge that and in the next instance he flew away. That left Yoshi with just two pokemon, Crawbat and black Rapidash Kage who he always took care personaly.*

Yoshi: "I knew I shouldn't have healed them outside of the submarin or corp while traveling in Jotho area earlier! I guess there's something with medications there."

*He said as he helped Otoshi up and watched as the same thing happened to others.*

Hanzo: "I lost all of my pokemon like that..."

*He said as he stood there crossing his arms.*

[bronislav84]

OOC NOTE: I'm unable to post while Neo doesn't so I'll just say a few things.

Tiana, it's not that easy to find out onfo about my Team, unless you can hack through about 20 levels of security on ipc.com and get a login name to get into ipc.com/dark. You could say that there's a group behind it, but I don't see any way you would know the name. Also, the official, non abreviated name for my Team is Dark Angels: Renegade Knights. I guess it was a typo on your part. Please try to fix your post somehow.
Bomsh, How do you know about my character's meeting with Neo's character? I never had Renee mention it in her message to every team member, and you haven't seen my character for a while either, so I don't have any idea how you would know that. Please try to fix your post somehow.

That's all for now.

[Incongruity]

OOC: And have you gotten permission to god-mode as well, Batesy? Ignoring the uber-godmodage of your profile/character in general, you are also directly ignoring... everything else in the rp.

I would respond to what someone else is doing, but unfortunately, everybody has super-secret hidden impossible-to-hack hideouts, when really only one WAR team is based purely on technology; ironically, that is the only team NOT installing super-secret hidden impossible-to-hack technology. However, because everyone else is being super-secret hidden impossible-to-hack, I cannot do anything, because I do not even know of their existence.

However, if you are doing nothing to stop me, I suppose this means I can do whatever I want with my newly conquered land... ?


IC: C.i.B.ORG Headquarters in Celadon

As the meeting began to close up, sk left the conference room, now with another manila folder full of files to put on his growing pile of paperwork. Paperwork, however, could wait. Sk began to send a message to all of his commanders stationed throughout the Pokemon Centers.

"Gentlemen, it's time. Deploy your troops to scan your respective cities. For now, set up a perimeter around all of them, but do not go beyond the borders of your towns. We will be able to starve the others of their resources. All those who have been affected by the machines will have a transmitter implanted in their brain. It can be scanned with the ocular implants installed in most of the commandos. If anyone has not been affected, tell your guards to escort them to the Pokemon Centers. If resistance is met, tell them to force the people. If that cannot be achieved, kill them; burn their bodies afterward. If there is any suspicion whatsoever that a person is a member of Team Soul, immediately kill the suspect without hesitation. Anyone with an occupied pokeball is also to be detained. Until affected by the machines, all are to be held in the underground cells. Once a majority of your population is affected by the machines, you may release the people. They will remain orderly, however. They know their places.

"If you need human reinforcements, do not hesitate to ask, but I am certain that your amassed groups of pokemon will be enough. The psychic-types should be able to provide control, and they will obey any orders of a high officer of C.i.B.ORG. This is the first phase, gentlemen. You will all be rewarded soon."

With that message done and sent to the various high commanders of each station, located at the Pokemon Centers of each city, sk relaxed for a bit. Looking out of his office window, he saw the mass of pokemon growing even larger. Already there were dozens of Pidgeot, in formation, orbiting the Headquarters. Looking below, he could see the crowd of people crouching down at the Celadon Pokemon Center, hoping to avoid any of the "rogue" pokemon. They seemed to revere the C.i.B.ORG troops as if they were saviors... They seemed to be desperate to enter the Pokemon Center for "safety." Even before their minds were altered, they were brainwashed... But the modification would provide certain change.

"So foolish. Like children. Like clay. Able to be molded to whatever the master desires, but unable to achieve anything on its own... I will be the sculptor. I will carve this new world."

[Lord Celebi]

The Under
I drew my sword. The other grunts put up their guns. I walked in. As soon as I did, 6 Large turrets appeared. 10 Grunts ran ahead (Bomb Squad) to blow them up. 50 WLR grunts came out. The first attacked me. I chopped off his head.

Another grunt jumped to try to attack me. I cut off his legs. He fell in front of me. I walked on top of him. I head bones break. I then activated my lighter finger and set him on fire.

Bullets were no problem for me, as my metal armor was lines with Kevlar, though my limbs and armor were made out of Pokemonite, the strongest substance in the world.

I looked behind me to see Captain Neyo and 300 other grunts join our squad. 600 Grunts… I ran up and sliced and diced 3 more grunts. It was down to ten WLRs. All 575 Ciborg grunts fired at the 10 grunts, killing them all.

The turrets were trying to shoot off bomb squad, but bomb squad was successful in destroying them. Next, bomb squad blew open a door and walked in. I ran inside, only to see 10 WLR grunts set them on fire.

From a door in the back, 150 WLR grunts came out. Damn…

Ciborg Orre Command
Bacara opened up video mail, and selected Tiantus. Tiantus’s image appeared on the screen.

“Tiantus, we located the disk at the Relic Forest. We are going to tell sk-” Bacara was cut off.

“No! He’ll instruct us to destroy the disk. Keep the disk under maximum security. Word of it goes out to nobody until the time is right. Got that?” Tiantus instructed.

“Sir!” Bacara turned video mail off, only to receive an e-mail.

Bacara,

Located another disk, Cerulean City. Longitude and Latitude included.

Thire

“You, grunt, call Captain Cody, and ask him if he wants to lead a mission.” Bacara instructed.

[Ninja Emperor]

OOC: There I fixed that :P

[Tiana_M]

OOC:
Bronislav, The only thing my character found out was the name of your team which I'm sure would have been part of some public list of sponsors for the company of IPC which, I might add is usually required by any government. That government would originally have been the UWO so I assumed that would be alright. But, I have changed it so that all she found now is the initials of your team. I hope that is acceptable to you because it truly is not all that big of a part in where I plan to be taking my character. However, if it is not acceptable, I will gladly change it again but I would prefer not to have to do that.

[Josh]

OOC: OOC: And have you gotten permission to god-mode as well, Batesy? Ignoring the uber-godmodage of your profile/character in general, you are also directly ignoring... everything else in the rp.

How was it Godmodding?

[Lord Celebi]

OOC:

How was it Godmodding?
OOC: Is it news to you that Ciborg controls all Pokemon in the world now?

IC: The Under
About 100 grunts came up to assist me, and another gunfight broke out. This time, we were outnumbered.

I did my best to chop down the grunts. ♫1 little, 2 little, 3 little grunties, 4 little, 5, little, 6 little grunties, 7 little, 8 little, 9 little grunties, and I’ve still got 130 more to go♫ The grunts kept firing, but in a futile attempt. When there were 100 WLRs, there were only 50 grunts.

The other 500 finally caught up. I ducked as every grunt shot a bullet. Amazingly, 25 WLRs were left. I chopped down another three in search of Julia. Another door opened, containing 50 more grunts. Great… More WLRs

Ciborg Colosseum
Captain Cody opened his video mail.

“Yes General Bacara,” Cody said.

“How would you like to lead a team of 300 Grunts to Cerulean City to search for a Council Member?” Bacara asked.

“Sure. 300 seems a little too little,” Cody said.

“Remember TRILOBYTE? It was activated!” Bacara said.

“Send me the coordinates. I’ll meet your grunts there!” Cody said.

“Sure!” Cody turned off his PDA and got onto a Helicopter.

“To Cerulean,” Cody said.

The helicopter took off into the sun, headed for Kanto. Cody relaxed in his seat, wondering the glory he woudl recieve when he brought back the disk.

[Josh]

OOC: Ummm... Yes? How the heck did they do that?

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Ummm... Yes? How the heck did they do that?OOC: Well, If you were reading sk's posts, you'd find out. You might wanna delete your post beofre Kenny sees. Ignoring TRILOBYTE is now against the rules.

[Josh]

OOC: Does that mean my Pokémon are yours?

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Does that mean my Pokémon are yours?
OOC: Not really, all Pokemon are at a Ciborg Terminal. Yours should be at Celadon.

[bronislav84]

OOC: I guess I'm gonna end up adding to this OOC spamfest.

I just wanna mention that it's not necessarioy true that everybody is affected. It states clearly in sk's posts that only people who use his company's products and whatever Pkmn Centers have his technology will be affected. This will be fun. If Neo would actually post, I'll get to finally have some conflicts already.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: I guess I'm gonna end up adding to this OOC spamfest.

I just wanna mention that it's not necessarioy true that everybody is affected. It states clearly in sk's posts that only people who use his company's products and whatever Pkmn Centers have his technology will be affected. This will be fun. If Neo would actually post, I'll get to finally have some conflicts already.
OOC: Unless they're using Kurt's Pokeballs, they're ours. All Pokemon Centers were built with Ciborg Tech too...

[bronislav84]

OOC: Who in the world is Kurt? If you mean that NPC guy, then that's not funny. Haven't you been reading at all? Do I have to explain?

Edit: Don't Spam. Read that PM I sent you.

[Tiana_M]

Goldenrod City

As the Pokemon Center came into view from a few streets away, Tiana realized that if she was suspected of being a member of Team Soul that she might be in some trouble, so she turned onto a side street and from there into another little alleyway that had been abandoned and tore off her armband, and trashed her extra uniform. Then she took a minute to try and formulate some type of plan for what she ought to do. She knew that anyone with occupied poke balls would definitely be noticed and possibly detained for questioning, but whether that was a good thing or bad she wasn’t sure. She decided to find out and left the still-occupied poke balls on her belt. This all took about five minutes and then she was rejoining the throng. As she got nearer she decided not to openly flaunt the fact that she still had Pokemon but to see if poke balls that were still occupied were being noticed.

As soon as she was within sight of a guard she found out that they were definitely being noticed for immediately the guard who saw them nudged his partner and instead of running for it Tiana pretended not to notice and as soon as the guards reached her, one of them grabbed her good arm, she was surprised the other had the tact not to grab her bad one, while instead, he pointed a gun at her back, she acted the part of surprised innocence exclaiming, “Hey, what? What did I do?” When the guards would not reply, the guard who had his gun pointed at her had had the audacity to prod her with it instead of replying, she then acted meek and subdued and didn’t say another word more until they had gone into the Pokemon Center but not very deep into the tunnels, where she was put into a sort of solitary confinement room and was told by one of the two, “You are to wait here for questioning.” They then shut and locked the door. ~Well, I don’t exactly have all that much of a choice now do I? ~ Tiana thought as they were leaving.

She then began to examine the room she was in. It wasn’t exactly a posh hotel room but it wasn’t a prison cell either. In fact it was somewhere smack-dab in between the two. It did have a bed of sorts, a plain table and two chairs, and a ceiling fan with three lights on it. Almost as if it was originally meant to be someone’s personal quarters, but it didn’t have any of the subtle touches one would find in a room that had been occupied for a while. After taking all this in she decided to continue to act like a meek subdued innocent. She was amazed that the guards hadn’t taken the poke balls away from her. As a continuation of the guise she lay down on the “bed” after dumping her bag on the ground next to it, and called out one of her remaining pokemon, Manda. “I’m so glad that you weren’t one of the ones affected by Team Soul’s evil drones. I couldn’t have been able to bear it if you’d left me alone my dear.” Manda somewhat confused by the switch from hotel room to their current position and Tiana’s reference to Team Soul as being evil she jumped up onto the “bed” from the sitting position she had taken on the floor and curled up against Tiana’s stomach where Tiana could easily pet and be “comforted” by her presence.

A little while later the questioner opened her door and Tiana quickly sat up and pulled the rather startled Manda onto her lap and held her close with her good arm, like someone afraid of losing her pokemon, which she was. The man while impersonal was gentle but Tiana guessed by his build and impersonal attitude that he could quickly choose to be rather rough. So Tiana decided that she would try to stay on this guy’s good side, while still playing the subdued victim of course. So the first thing out of her mouth was, “You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?”
“No, I’d just like to ask you some questions.” The man told her in a calm collected voice and in the same voice went on to ask,
“What’s your name missy?”
“Joyce Madera.” Tiana answered without hesitation.
“So, Joyce, what are your feelings about this entire little situation?” The man said apparently assuming that he knew her name put them on name basis, but Tiana didn’t object she only responded to his question with,
“I’m scared for my pokemon’s safety and I’m angry at that stupid Team Soul for doing this awful thing to everybody!” Tiana said at first quietly and then growing louder with pretended and apparently convincing conviction. For the man went on,
“Predictably so. Do you have any affiliation with that particular Team?”
Tiana answered as emphatically as she possibly could, “No! I hope I live to see its demise!”

The man nodded and smirked. On the inside it was Tiana was smirking as well and complimenting herself on her amazing performance.
“Well, then I’d like to ask you something else, do you know why you still have your two pokemon?”
Tiana took a minute to pretend to think then answered,
“Well, I saw that newscast on the TV about how Team Soul had infected everyone’s pokemon using the pokemon products and I know I used quite a few products on all of my pokemon, or so I thought. Oh! I know, I didn’t use products from any Pokemart or Pokemon Center on the two I have left!”
“How very perceptive of you to figure that out.” The man said still with a smirk on his face. Not knowing whether he was mocking her to try and get a response out of her that didn’t fit with her assumed persona or not she just sat there looking hurt by the man’s degradation of her intelligence. Apparently the man was more impersonal than Tiana had assumed for her didn’t respond at all to her expression but instead asked another question.

“Might I ask what happened to your left arm?”
Pretending to still be miffed at his earlier incursion on her intelligence she started out uncertainly and slowly grew in confidence throughout her next little story.
“Well, I was staying at the Jigglypuff Hotel here, and I was in my room when my pokemon got out and started wreaking havoc on the room. I backed up against the window, and I guess my Rapidash didn’t recognize me because of that frequency Team Soul was sending out and when she charged the window to get out, she brushed against my left arm and burnt it terribly. In fact it still really hurts, but I-I can’t seem to move it.” Here she managed to start sobbing and crying rather effectively.
The man watched unfeelingly and let her finish sobbing then asked, “Would you like to use that arm again?”
“Y-yes, o-of course.” Tiana stuttered for effect.
“Would you like to be a part of the force that causes Team Soul’s downfall?” the man asked smirking again. Tiana turned her head to stare down towards the floor as if imagining it and as she pretended to calm herself she said, “Absolutely.”
“Well, then if you agree to join C.i.B.ORG, you may keep your two remaining pokemon, and you will receive a new robotic limb.” The man said once again regaining his calm composure.
“Really?” Tiana asked as if surprised and unsure.
“Really.” The man replied.
“I’ll do it.” Tiana responded emphatic once more.
“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me my dear I must be getting on with my business. I will inform the guards outside of our agreement and you will be escorted to the Lab to get your new arm. Welcome to C.i.B.ORG.”
“Thank you very much, sir.” Tiana said ~that was way too easy! ~ Tiana thought.

As she was escorted to the Lab she didn’t need to hide her feeling of glee at getting into C.i.B.ORG that easily. Let the fools think her happiness was at getting a new limb. That was an added bonus as far as Tiana was concerned. She had almost been ready to live out the rest of her life one limb short; not having to would certainly be a nice thing. ~Hmm, I can see why people like this Team. But, I wouldn’t want to live life if I had to be all wires and metal and no human senses... that would be torture of the worst sort. ~ Tiana thought. Once they reached the Lab, the guards told the doctors of the situation and they discussed it amongst themselves and apparently agreed upon something. Then they took careful, if painful (for Tiana of course) measurements of every part of Tiana’s arm.

Post continued

[Tiana_M]

Once that was finished they told her to wait in the rather septic room that she had met the doctors in. Then two of them came back and informed her of the operations involved in getting a new arm. Specifically the part about the old one being cut off because they, as doctors, felt that it was only right to have a patient’s permission to cut off a useless limb. When she learned that they were planning on putting her to sleep in order to remove the arm she asked if they could just use an aesthetic on the arm and leave her awake. They exchanged glances and took their leave saying they needed to consult their partners on whether or not it could be done. Tiana had the reason of knowing that she was in enemy territory but she obviously couldn’t tell them that. The conversation when they got back was short.

“Well, it could be done, but it would be most inconvenient to both us and you because we do not know what your reaction to the operation will be and even if we were able to give a powerful enough aesthetic that was as selective as you seem to think aesthetics are, which they are not, you might squirm or tense at the wrong moment and that could be dangerous.” This was the doctor’s answer.
“But, I fear being put to sleep, because once when my dearest older sister was to go into operation, she was given too much aesthetic and then s-she n-never woke up!” Tiana stuttered at that point to emphasize her supposed fear. Her true worry was that they might do something else to her that she didn’t want done. What that something else might be she had no idea but she had some creeping intuition that if she went under she wouldn’t like the changes she found had been made to her. After taking that in they once again decided that they would have to consult their fellow doctors. It was as if they all had different minds but ere part of the same body and one part couldn’t do anything without the other’s approval. It was beginning to freak Tiana out. She was able to let it show as nerves for the up-coming operation. When the doctors returned they still refused to let her stay awake but they did allow her to question them about every bit of machinery that went onto or into her body. By the time that she had had all her questions answered, they informed her that since it was getting very late they’d have to detain her until the morning and begin the operation first thing.

So after spending an entire night in yet another unused, but guarded, room once again, the morning of the operation arrived. Of course Tiana was nervous, she was about to go under the knife in the hands of enemies that didn’t know they were the enemy, not yet anyway. Tiana hoped to keep it that way for a long while yet. The doctors had her change into one of those stupid operation gowns but they let her change in guarded privacy wither pack at least and that was good because she hadn’t wanted them to find out about her throwing knives. So she stashed them in the secret pocket of her pack, which had a layer of Iron around it, which meant that most x-rays wouldn’t pick it up, and left everything else in the main part of the bag. They then escorted her to the room where the operation would take place, (they didn’t really have a waiting room to put her to sleep in first apparently) and instructed her to lay down on the bed. She of course complied and when they put the aesthetic needle in her arm she was shaking from nerves and thankfully didn’t have to give an explanation seeing as how many people are nervous about being put under. Thanks to her earlier story they wouldn’t be suspicious if she seemed more nervous than most. Then all was darkness.

When she came to a few hours later at about ten o clock in the morning, she was too groggy and disoriented to say or do much which was good because if she had come to alert, she might have done something that didn’t fit at all with the persona she had created, like attacking the first person who tried to touch her. Then she fell into a natural sleep. She awoke a half hour later feeling rested and thankfully remembered where she was before she tried to do anything. She saw that she had her new arm. It was all silver but shaped almost exactly like her own arm. It was definitely a sight. She tried moving a finger first and tapped the bedside. Slowly she used the new limb to sit upright and then began to examine the intricacies of the new technology. She had already seen it but it is a little bit different when the technology you see is now a part of you. It had a few useful features. There was a built-in wrist com-link and a laser pointer in her index finger. She decided to try out the strength of the new appendage later when she was in an appropriate setting. The lead doctor of the little team came by a few minutes later and saw that she was up and said, “I don’t think you’ll be needing much help to learn how to use it hmm?”
“No sir, I think I’ve got the main idea.” Tiana replied with a smile.
“Good, once you get dressed, you are to report to the first level receptionist and receive your badge and an update on your PDA.” After delivering the message he left her alone with only one guard.

~Heh nice guy, ok now to get dressed and out of this creepy Lab. ~ Tiana thought to herself. She spotted her pack on the floor and she decided to try out her new arm. She lifted the bag with no effort which considering that it had some heavy stuff in it was pretty amazing. Tiana got up and went to the same changing room she had been shown before and was pleased to find it empty. She couldn’t wait to get out of the damn operation gown. Tiana quickly changed and re-strapped her throwing knives in place. She was glad to find that apparently no one had gone through the bag because everything was in its place. Finally she picked up her pack and threw away the stupid gown. Then she was ready to head up to the main level and leave behind the corridors of the under-ground tunnels. The guard told her how to get to the main level when she asked and escorted her to the exit of the lab where he went over his instructions for her once more and left her to continue his post at the doors to the Lab with his partner. Tiana, confident that she had memorized the directions the guard had given her, she made her way up to the ground level.

When Tiana finally found herself back in the more familiar surroundings of the ground level of the Pokemon Center, she immediately did as the doctor had instructed and went to the desk of the receptionist. Apparently this particular Pokemon Center had been completely taken over by C.i.B.ORG so she told the receptionist what the doctor had told her and the lady asked for her name and Tiana gave the lady her alibi, Joyce Madera, and when the lady had found the information, printed out the badge for her and asked to see her PDA. Tiana gave it to the lady without much hesitation. When the lady finished with it, there was a new file on it simply called C.i.B.ORG. Then the lady told Tiana to report to Captain Joseph outside the compound to receive orders. Tiana thanked the lady and left the reception desk. Tiana examined her badge as she left which announced her position as a new C.i.B.ORG grunt.

OOC:Hey all, it seems like the actual war here may be ending but can we at least try to keep this RP going anyway? I mean it's still fun and I'd really like to see at least one RP on this forum finish. It hasn't happened since I've been here at least not that I'm aware of, and I think it would be cool if we finished this one.

[Lord Celebi]

CERP Labs
A grunt walked into Tiantus’s office. He was carrying a clipboard.
“Um… Sir. I have a report from Goldenrod. There was someone wandering, and was taken in for questioning. She claimed her arm did not function. She was given a grunt job and a cybernetic limb. The thing was, she asked not to be put to sleep, but to be given a pain killer.”

Tiantus was very angry. “What the hell? I am head of the god damned Cybernetics Division and I’m not given a notice? Who is the commanding officer of Goldenrod?” Tiantus asked enraged.

“Captain Joseph,” The grunt said.

“Bring him to Orre, I need to have a word with him. Next, this wanderer. See to it that she is not given a PDA due to budget problems. Until then, put Lieutenant Captain Steel in charge of Goldenrod.

“SIR!”
The Under
With only 50 more grunts left, the WLR was losing grip on the disk. 100 grunts came in and began to fire, only killing 10.

I opened another door. In there were 3 scientists. There was a person on a stretcher. Julia… I decapitated two of the scientists.

“Where is the disk?” I asked. I then noticed Tiantus had installed a voice changer. Nice touch.

“I can’t give it to you! You’re a Team Soul robot!” The scientist said, backing away. I stabbed my sword into the back of the dead scientist’s body.

“Ahh….!” The scientist screamed as I chopped the his arm, “All right…” the scientist reached into the lab pocket of one of the dead scientists, pulling out a disk. I put it in my backpack. I then chopped the scientist’s head off.

I kicked the stretcher, knocking Julia onto the floor. 4 grunts came in and picked up the body. The grunts followed me out of the fence into the Pokemon Center. We took the elevator up and got into the helicopter. I then took out my PDA and wrote a message to Neyo.

Neyo,

You are in charge of tracking down the rogues in the Under.

rust

The helicopter took off, to Ciborg Orre Command.

[bronislav84]

OOC: It's official. Neo is not posting. I'm just gonna leave him standing there, and stuff...

sk and rust (mostly rust): There is a note in this post about Pkmn Centers, and why nothing happens to my character, so be sure to read thoroughly.

Note to all: This day has already been too long, so I'm following Tiana, and advancing to the forth day after the asassination.

IC:
Lillycove City, in front of the Department Store

I waited for what seemed like five minutes. Neo just stood there, his eyes closed, thinking about something after my little speech.

I was about to say something again, when out of nowhere, I got an incomming Live Video Feed. I said "Play," and got a news conference by an older man.

"Citizens of the United World Order. Before I say anything, I must ask you all to remain calm. This message comes from the directors of the Central Intelligence of Bionics Organization. You may or may not know who we are, but we are the primary supplier of bionic technology, both for humans and pokemon. Whether or not you have heard of us, you have most likely used our products at one time or another, so you know we are reliable.

"So I must again reiterate that you should remain calm. Do not chase after your pokemon, do not attempt to stop any that come to you. I will explain.

"You have undoubtedly noticed that your pokemon have exited their pokeballs and immediately left towards an unknown destination. This is the work of Team Soul.

"Not long ago, Michael Trist of Team Soul came on the air announcing his coup of the UWO. This was clearly a mistake that we should not have let happen. He and his militaristic faction are the cause of the chaos that you see before you. They infiltrated our corporation. Long before the assassination of Elite, they had their plan in mind. They knew that our corporation provided affordable products for the benefit of all, but they planned to abuse our benevolent deeds. They infiltrated our corporation and installed tiny drones in all of our outbound packages. The Pokemon Centers, Pokemarts, and almost anything that was created by C.i.B.ORG has been infected with these drones. When used on your pokemon, they are in turn infected.

"These drones distort the minds of the pokemon, and put them under the control of whoever activates them. These drones are activated by high-frequency signals. When activated, the pokemon they inhabit will be forced to go to the source of the nearest signal. From there, Team Soul could have obtained an army of pokemon to control the five regions.

"Fortunately, we learned of this before Team Soul activated these signals. We managed to examine one of the outgoing shipments, and realized there was a way to stop Team Soul's destruction. We saw that there was a counter-frequency that could be activated when the main signals were. This would cause the pokemon not to rally towards Team Soul, but to the various C.i.B.ORG Headquarters located throughout the five regions.

"Team Soul did not know of this, and so they ignorantly activated their high-frequency transmitters. As soon as they were activated however, our counter-frequencies activated. Your escaped pokemon are now headed towards any of our main transmitter stations, located at Celadon, Goldenrod, Sootopolis, Rustboro, Realgam Tower, and Mandarin Island. Despite this, they are still under the primary orders that Team Soul programmed into their drones. They will not recognize their respective trainers, nor will they allow any to enter the frequency transmitter stations.

"We are working, however. Immediately after the counter-frequencies activated, C.i.B.ORG got to work. We are attempting to remove the drones, and return the pokemon to their masters. Unfortunately, this is a very arduous process that will take weeks, at the very least.

"Until then, we must ask you to remain calm. For quite a while, chaos will rampage throughout the lands. You must not panic. Panic is what Team Soul desires. Panic will allow you to be exploited by their tactics. C.i.B.ORG is counteracting their malevolent actions, for we feel it is our responsibility. We did not expect anyone to infiltrate our humble corporation.

"As I said before, however, it will take long to completely heal every single one of the infected pokemon. For now, we can provide you with shelter at our Pokemon Centers. There will be guards there, but do not worry. They will not only have firearms, but will have had their pokemon already healed, and ready to protect the Centers. We must ask you all to go to these centers, and not leave until we ensure the safety of the outside. The guards will lead you to the underground shelters that C.i.B.ORG has previously installed in all of the centers.

"We apologize that we were so easily exploited by the actions of Team Soul. We should have seen through their facade. However, their evil will not survive for long. We are working around the clock, and we must ask for your cooperation. Thank you all for your patience in these difficult times."

When it finished, I was unsure what to think. On one hand, it seemed like he was serious. On the other hand it seemed like this was putting too much blame on Team Soul. I decided to save it, for later reviewing. I said "Save." and just as I did that, I heard some squacks from above.

I looked up, only to see Justin and his associate, Bruce, getting thrown off by their flying Pkmn. Bruce fell off his, what seemed to be Shiny, Altaria and Justin lost control of his Aeordactyl. The two fell like rocks, and landed not far from my feet. Shortly thereafter, A Machamp sprung from one of the Balls of Bruce's belt and Justin's belt just freaken exploded. A Gengar floated off after Aerodactyl. A Blissey ran off with an unusually enraged look on her face. A Venusaur roared and then stomped off to follow. A Starmie whiped through the air like a frisbee to follow the rest. This group followed the group of Pkmn that had knocked into Justing and Bruce earlier.

Justin was unconcious, with his arm twisted in a weird fashion. Before he finally colapsed he pointed to something on the ground. It was flashing, unlike anything I had seen before. I picked it up, and pulled out an airtight bag from my Pack. I then put the object in the bag and put the bag in my Pack for analysis later.

Along with that, I saw a Gyarados roaring and moving like a snake toward the water, a Sneasel jumping and slashing at stuff, and a Charizard flying after Justin's Starmie. Those could only belong to one of my Chuios: Yoshi. His name is so freaken long, that it rivals mine. I figured I'd meet him eventually. Since his Pkmn were in the area, he would most likely be heading to Ultima.

After these events, Neo still hadn't moved. I decided to give up on him. If he wanted to take a Day-Nap, who was I to stop him? I reached into a pocket on my Utility Belt and pulled out a small, white piece of paper. On it was my email adress and the number to call to sign up for an Ultima City Vacation Package. If he needed to contact me that badly, he would just have to call that and ask to be transfered to the IPC President. I stuck that in one of his pockets, wished him luck, and started walking down the steps near the Pkmn Center. I sat down, staring at Justin and his friend.

"Pack, route communique to Sickbay." I said, and waited for the connection.

Sickbay doubled as the Durandal's Pkmn Center, so Joy picked up on the other end.

There was a Pkmn Center inside the City and also one inside the Durandal. These were designed, built, funded, and are maintained by Dr. Psyche's associates. Because they look 99% identical to the ones outside, nobody cares to take a second look at who made them. They use only IPC tech, and I visited the one on the Durandal quite often. I don't trust outsiders very much and I spend a lot of time away from non member communication. Thinking about this made me remember the story Guardian told me, bringing a tear to my eye.

"Durandal Sickbay. Who's calling, please?" asked Joy, in her usual, cheerful voice.

"Nurse Joy, how are you? It's me." I said with a whisper.

"Ah, Lady Sophie. I'm fine, myself, but have you seen the news?"

"If you mean about the rampaging Pkmn, then yes. With security tight around the City, we shouldn't have any problems from the ones outside. How's the ones inside doing?" I asked with a bit of concern.

"Well, a few of the members who have been out recenly have had their Pkmn escape for the Exit to Lillycove. The tourists are in a total panic. Their Pkmn are going crazy too. I fear for their safety and the safety of the tourists."

"I'm sure the Knight Ops guarding the Ramp can handle them. Now, I have some patients for you, if you would send out a MedVan for them. Commander Knight and his associate just suddenly crashed at my feet a little while ago. A bunch of their Pkmn escaped in a simolar fashion, leaving their owners hurt."

"Oh dear. I'll send out a MedVan for them right away. Excuse me." She said, and cut the connection immediately.

Joy was a hard working woman, who took on the job and responsibility of managing the Durandal's Sickbay. She never tires at her work, and enjoys it, from what I'm told. Her sister, who runs the Public Pkmn Center is just as reliable, but I shuddered to think how many new patients she'd admitted today.

"Pack, route communique to Knight Ops Team Leader, Kain." I said, wanting to check up on the progress of the detaining of the Pkmn.

Before I could say anything, Kain spoke first, "Lady Sohie, good evening. I have a feeling I know what you're calling about."

"I hope you do, or you wouldn't have a job anymore." I said, listening closely to the background on his end.

POST CONTINUED

[bronislav84]

I could hear electric sounds and explosions, and could only guess that he and his team were doing their job.

"My team is detaining and capturing the rampaging Pkmn. They won't get out of the City. We switched out the Gathling Gun Turrets for the mounted Large Scale Tasers and Rapid Fire Tranquilizer shooters. There are many different kinds of Pkmn, and the fighting has been going on for about a half hour. A couple of my men have broken bones, and large gashes. I myself sustained a Slash by a Scyther on the left arm. He almost sliced it completely off, but I managed to turn it, so he cut down the long way instead. It'll be out of comission for a while." he said with a wince, probably running a hand along that deep cut.

"Don't worry. We'll give you a cast and time off. It should heal up nicely in a few weeks...or maybe months." I said with a slight smile which he obviously couldn't see.

"Months?! Well....I suppose such are the results of a job well done. You'll be happy to know that we're almost finished, and we just have a few Tyranitars left. They seem to have been taught a Protect TM and we can't hit them with anyting. We'll wait until it starts failing, since they cant keep it up forever." he answered, as Joy's MedVan showed up and picked up the two guys next to me.

Although Bruce was not unconcious, he wanted to come along with his friend and he said he needed some medical attention, anyway.

"Well, that's fine. Kain, may I ask that a few of your men go out to capture about ten or so Pkmn of some of our other members who were outside?"

"Sure thing. What do they look like, and where were they last headed? I'll have a group go out in a Drill Pod."

I then gave him the information about the Pkmn, said they were gonig south-west, and he promptly cut the conection.

A Drill Shuttle Pod is an All-Terrain Vehicle capable if traveling on Land, Sea, and Underground. The Thrusters allow for quick movement in the Sky as well. Of course, Drill Pods are not just for Transport, they have an impressive (but kinda limited) group of Features. They are able to Drill through many types of Metals and can make "Swiss" Cheese out of a lot of things. The concealed Lazer Cannons and Projectile Guns on the Left and Right sides are good for hitting in any direction. Even behind. The Drill Pod also has a Missle launcher, that launches Missles at any traget that the above mentioned weapons can hit. They make a nice Explosion when they hit something and can also be programmed as a homing Missle. With reinforced Adamantium Hull Plating and Shields, the Drill Shuttle Pod is not as weak as somebody might think at first glance.

Since it was getting late, I started to walk back to Ultima City. Perhaps I would bump into Yoshi? I kinda wanted to know just what the hell he knew about this "little" situation.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg Orre Comand
The helicopter landed and I took an elevator up to Bacara’s office. The 4 grunts followed me.

“I have the disk, and a friend!” I gave the disk to Bacara, who gave the disk to a grunt to put in Maximum Security with the other disk, “What should we do with Sanchez? We need no more political power, we already rule the world. So, let’s kill her.”

“rust, I think our Pokemon and Mind Slaves are hungry,” Bacara said, grinning. 2 grunts got the message and threw Sanchez out of Orre Command from the pedestal. Bacara walked up.

“Eat!” The Pokemon all rushed to the body hoping to get a bite, “That was handled well.”

CERP Labs
“Ah, Captain, how are you doing? I have something to wrap up before I see you, so you can just sit in the waiting room.” Tiantus said. Tiantus brought Joseph into a room and locked the door.

From his one-way mirror, Tiantus pressed a button on a control panel. The air was being taken out of the room.

First, the Captain was squirming a little. About 2 minutes later, he was all blue. He then fell on the ground and didn’t move for another minute.

“You, grunt, take that body and throw it to the Pokemon. And you! File a report that Captain Joseph was a traitor and spy for Team Soul and has been taken care of.” Tiantus pressed a button letting air back into the room. The grunts quickly got to work.

[Incongruity]

OOC: Aite guys, I'm getting kind of sick of the rp, and especially some of the stuff in it. But, for the benefit of the rest of you, I'll wrap up my character so he's not just standing there.

C.i.B.ORG HQ, sk's office

"So we either have something or nothing on most of them... What about Reso?" sk asked through the phone. He was discussing the situation of the council members with the team assigned specifically to that mission.

On the other end of the line however, there was hesitation. The man talking through the speakerphone looked at his associates, and they responded by shaking their head.

"Hello? You still there? What's the situation on Reso?" asked sk, now curious about the silence on the other end.

"Umm..." responded the C.i.B.ORG officer. He looked around for confirmation, and said, "No, we don't have anything on Reso either. Perhaps we should continue this later, we're reaching a breakthrough right now, and we can't afford the time for a meeting."

"Well... sure I guess." sk answered, but by then the others had already hung up.


C.i.B.ORG Board Room

After that close encounter, the other officers immediately called another meeting for all of the directors; only this time, sk was not present. It was late, but this was an even greater emergency than the ones the previous meetings had been called for.

"That was too close gentlemen. Reso was about to figure out who he was." said the man who had spoken to sk.

"Yes, we have no more need for him. In fact, now would be a perfect time to eliminate Reso. I only wish it's not too late. The memory modification may not have worked perfectly, because unlike the slaves we created with the class society memory, Reso had a whole life to document and transfer. Have you ever noticed how insistent sk is on not keeping any disk we find in our hands? The real sk never did that. I think part of Reso is shining through. He'd rather have nobody be able to access the Unity than potentially have us in control," said a woman who was present at the meeting with sk.

"Reso's use has expired. We already have his disk, and he is no use as a decoy now. Suspicion has died down since the assassination. It would not seem abnormal for one of our directors to disappear now. It would have been suspicious if sk disappeared immediately after the assassination, but its been a few days now. In fact, it would only be normal for 'sk' to disappear now. He's activated TRILOBYTE, made a public announcement, and denounced Soul. We can blame his assassination on Soul, which would further feed our propaganda machine. It would also distract anyone who suspected us in the process."

"Yes, we need to eliminate Reso, he's a detriment more than a benefit now."

"But what about the operatives that kidnapped Reso before the assassination? They were present when the real sk was killed."

"True... That may pose a problem. But then again, we can do the same thing to them as we did to Reso. We can use the memory modification machines. There should be no needless death. Only Reso needs to be eliminated."

"So it's decided. The only thing we need to discuss is how. It's getting dark now, but at least one of our operative teams is usually alert at any given time."

"No, not a team. We want to keep this as consolidated as possible. This is already not a secret; we have more than a dozen in this room right now," a man said as he motioned to the occupied board room, "We won't use our own people. We'll hire an assassin in secrecy. One of us will have to act as a representative of Soul."

"Yes, I can see it on the news tomorrow morning. 'Head Director of C.i.B.ORG murdered by Soul Terrorists.'"

The directors all smiled and agreed. They refined the details of the operation, and once a capable volunteer was chosen, the meeting dispersed. In an effort at secrecy, they had attempted to appoint someone to hire an outsider. However, there were already interior problems. The directors didn't know it, but there was a spy.

As soon as the meeting dispersed, the spy went to his office and typed out a message to send to sk's computer.


C.i.B.ORG HQ, spy's HQ

You are in danger.

Your own people are going to kill you. This is because you are not who you think you are. You are not sk.

The real sk is dead. He has been dead for the past three days. He died in the first of six operations that attempted to kidnap the council members and turn them to the side of C.i.B.ORG using the memory modification machines. The plan was to make the UWO a puppet government of this corporation; in conjunction with TRILOBYTE and AUGMENT, this was supposed to ensure total victory. However, during the first operation, sk spearheaded the operation, and was subsequently shot. He was unable to recover. Other than that one casualty, however, the operation continued according to plan. The other operatives did manage to capture you, and later they obtained your disk that would be one of the keys to the Unity. Yes, you are Jake Reso. This is why the operatives in charge of finding the council members were uncomfortable when mentioning where "your" location was.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on perspective, Ryan Elite was assassinated just hours after this operation. The other council members immediately disappeared. This would indeed allow for you to remain in C.i.B.ORG's hands without suspicion, but it would also prevent restoration of the other council members into power, under C.i.B.ORG's supervision. It also scattered the council members, so their previous locations were useless.

Not only that, there was the problem of the real sk's death.

C.i.B.ORG organized a massive cover-up, and decided to use the memory modification machines on you, Reso. They also performed plastic surgery so that you would appear to be sk as well. You may not remember it, but the modification of your height was supposed to have been especially painful. The screams resonated through C.i.B.ORG headquarters; you had awoken despite the anaesthetic.

But the cover-up worked. The public had not seen any changes in their life, nor did the majority of C.i.B.ORG's employees. Only the operatives and the directors which they later briefed knew of the conspiracy.

You now believe you are sk, but your role is done. You have stalled long enough, and the public would not be suspicious if the "real" sk died anymore. While the assassination is fresh, time has passed. If sk was to disappear now, there would be no suspicious correlation made between the deaths of Ryan Elite and sk.

You are also venturing perilously close to the truth, so it would be best to eliminate you in the eyes of the C.i.B.ORG directors.

Now that the society has been set up according to the "real" sk's plans (plans that would not have been initiated under the orders of anyone other than a person who appeared to be sk), and you are of no more use (seeing as how they have obtained your disk as well), they plan to assassinate you and the other operatives that captured you. This would eliminate any knowledge of sk's real death, your kidnapping, and their cover-ups except among the directors.

If you join me, I will be able to recover your memory. What's in it for me? I need your help, your influence, and the location of your disk. C.i.B.ORG cannot remain in power.

After the spy was done typing that out, he attached three files. One was a PDF that showed the DNA composition of the 'sk' he was sending the e-mail to. One was a PDF that showed the DNA composition of Jake Reso, and the final one was a PDF showing the DNA composition of the real sk. C.i.B.ORG had managed to change Reso's body and Reso's mind, but a total DNA change was impossible even for the bionics conglomerate.


C.i.B.ORG HQ, sk's office

Despite the spy's best efforts, however, sk would die in his sleep. Sk had felt he had worked enough, and the long hours were taking a toll on him. Perhaps because of his exhaustion or perhaps because he simply didn't care, he did not notice the "1 New E-Mail" message that flashed on his monitor before he shut down the computer. He was ready to head home.

Meanwhile, the plans for his death were already in place. The volunteer had headed to the slums of the City, and plans were forged shockingly quickly. The assassin guaranteed that sk would be dead by sunrise.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg Orre Command
A News healine flashed on KantoNews.com. 'Ciborg Head Director Killed By Team Soul!' I dropped my laptop. sk! I scurried to the Bacara's office to report the news.

"Sk's been killed!" I told Bacara.

"They wouldn't- I mean, that's bad." Bacara said, nervously.

"Who?" I asked.

"No one..."

"Who? This is an order!" I took out my sword and held it to Bacara's neck.

"Fine. Sk has been dead for 3 days. The sk you saw was none other than Jake Reso. The Directors of Ciborg must have seen that the mind modification is breaking or his use was exhausted." Bacara said. I dropped my sword. I then fell to the floor. My Boss was dead. Dead! I had thought that a council member was my boss.

"Bacara, I'm taking a helicopter to Celadon. Tell Tiantus he's in charge of Orre until I get back. Where's Cody?"

"He should be in Cerulean now." Bacara answered.

“Good. That new ship is ours!”

“How do you figure?” Bacara asked.

“The Directors most likely have Jake’s disk. I will report that we have 3 disks and we can take over the ship, I’m sure to get a promotion.” I replied.

“And what will you do with that promotion?”

“Kill the directors, or course. You wanna be one of the new Directors?” I asked.

“No… I was on the Board once. I still get e-mails with Transcripts of the meetings.” Bacara said.

I took an elevator down to my Helicopter.

“Pilot, Take me to Ciborg HQ!”

[Tiana_M]

OOC:Hey Rust, I don't know if anyone's still moderating this, but since they don't seem to be I'd like to point out that you are most definately god-modding because
A)it takes TIME for seemingly trivial things like a new member(particularly a grunt) joining for any news of it to reach a higher level.
B)you can't undo anything someone else has already written about like my character obtaining the arm, the badge and the PDA Update.
andC)you sure got those disks really really fast. I personally have no problem with what sk did but, he's quitting the RP.

The problem I think,is that you don't seem to understand very well the fact that RPGing is about making it as realistic as possible; and having all inforamation at your fingertips instantaneously isn't realistic.

Also, you didn't change the day when both me and Bron did and we seem to be the only three left. I really don't want to lose the only "bad guy" we have left but seriously think about it, every other RPer and their teams that have been doing this RP have had setbacks, while yours have had none or if they do it's really quickly solved when in RL it wouldn't happen as it does for your characters. That's what God-modding means, it means that things happen in favor of your characters all the time when others are trying to make it real. Of course that's only a small part of God-modding. There is of course the obvious no-no's of not controlling someone else's character. But if you win all the time with no major set-backs that's the kind of god-modding people keep getting mad at you for. I say this only as helpful advise for all future Rping you might do. For sake of following the same rule I pointed out in point B, I will have my character report to Tiantus or Rust or whoever(I'll look it up when I write the post) But since one of your characters is supposedly leaving, he better leave. I won't contest your last post but from now on could you please try to keep it as realistic (in both timing and resources) as possible?

To Kenny: If you no longer wish to moderate this particular RP I would be willing to take over for you (If I'm allowed to do that of course). Either way you can PM me or just announce it in this thread.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC:Hey Rust, I don't know if anyone's still moderating this, but since they don't seem to be I'd like to point out that you are most definately god-modding because
A)it takes TIME for seemingly trivial things like a new member(particularly a grunt) joining for any news of it to reach a higher level.
B)you can't undo anything someone else has already written about like my character obtaining the arm, the badge and the PDA Update.
andC)you sure got those disks really really fast. I personally have no problem with what sk did but, he's quitting the RP.

The problem I think,is that you don't seem to understand very well the fact that RPGing is about making it as realistic as possible; and having all inforamation at your fingertips instantaneously isn't realistic.

Also, you didn't change the day when both me and Bron did and we seem to be the only three left. I really don't want to lose the only "bad guy" we have left but seriously think about it, every other RPer and their teams that have been doing this RP have had setbacks, while yours have had none or if they do it's really quickly solved when in RL it wouldn't happen as it does for your characters. That's what God-modding means, it means that things happen in favor of your characters all the time when others are trying to make it real. Of course that's only a small part of God-modding. There is of course the obvious no-no's of not controlling someone else's character. But if you win all the time with no major set-backs that's the kind of god-modding people keep getting mad at you for. I say this only as helpful advise for all future Rping you might do. For sake of following the same rule I pointed out in point B, I will have my character report to Tiantus or Rust or whoever(I'll look it up when I write the post) But since one of your characters is supposedly leaving, he better leave. I won't contest your last post but from now on could you please try to keep it as realistic (in both timing and resources) as possible?

To Kenny: If you no longer wish to moderate this particular RP I would be willing to take over for you (If I'm allowed to do that of course). Either way you can PM me or just announce it in this thread.OOC: The thing is… You joined, even without authorization from a Higher-Up. Tiantus is head of the Cybernetics Division, and should be notified when a Cybernetic Procedure is done. I can say the same about your post too.

Also, I’ve been getting that disk for about 2 days now. It took me 5 posts, its just that it seems fast because I post really quickly.

[Ninja Emperor]

Lylly Cove, near the Mart

*As the group recovered from the pokemon runing away, Yoshi quickly remembered about lady Sophie near by and turned arround to look for her. Sudenly, he spoted his leader walking towards him and motioned Hanzo to come with him. As he aproached her, he smiled as usual and gave her a slight bow.*

Yoshi: "Good afternoon Sophie-dono, I've been informed on the termination of my survailing mission in Safron and been asked to come over to Lilly Cove. I did that as soon as I got the message from Rene, I'm not sure why exactly the recorded message didn't came trough as usual. Probably that was because we were in the heavy storm at the sea an route to Fushia City."

*He then bowed lower and motioned towards Hanzo.*

Yoshi: "Lady Sophie, I would like you to meet Hanzo-dono, he helped us to avoid being spoted by two random thugs on our way to the sub, as he took them out with his unortodox weapon..."

Hanzo: "It is my honor to meet you, lady Sophie."

*Hanzo said as he bowed and his kusarigama could be seen to Sophie as he did that.*

Yoshi: "Strange things had happened to quite a number pokemon arround here. I'm afraid that I was careless to heal some of mine in the center outside our corp. somewhere along the way of my travels in Johto. Please forgive me for being so foolish..."

*He then knelt in front of her as if he was asking for forgiveness and motioned to Hanzo as he did that.*

Yoshi: "Hanzo-dono was even more misfortunate then me. He had lost all of his pokemon back in Fushia like that, I on the other hand have two left and there should be my Umbreon aboard the submarine. He had never left it and never was treated to any center outside, I might still have him there."

*He said lifting his head to look at his leader with his usual unseriouse look on the face. He usualy didn't showed any sighn of seriousness and was always smiling. However if someone's life was at stake, he would completely transform as even his eyes would glow in ferosious, crimson-red instead of his usual blue. Yoshimitsu was quite a mysterious person with some dark secrets of his past. Not many people understood him.After looking like that at her, he finally decided to stand up.*

Yoshi: "Well I guess it's time to return to Durandal."

*He said as he walked towards the ferry as the sun was setting down, he was followed closely by lady Sophie and others as they walked through the eavening streets of Lilly Cove. Soon enough they've arrived at the point of their destination and got on the ferry that had taken them back to Durandal. Shortly after their arival they decided to call it for the day and went all into their quorters. Hanzo was shown into guests' quorters by Yoshi personally and bid goodnight to him. Yoshi went to his quorters after that, but didn't go to sleep for a long time as usual. He was up practicing his swordsmenship for few more hours, then he finally decided to meditate on his sleep. Just like that the day was over.*

[Lord Celebi]

Celadon City
The Helicopter landed on the roof of Ciborg HQ. I saw a mass of Pokemon and People just standing in front of the building.

I walked down the stairs, and saw a receptionist.

“I’d like to speak with the board.” I said.

“One moment, they’re in meeting.” The woman was looking at her watch, then pressed a button and said “rust is here to speak with you.”

“Let him in” A man said over the speaker. I walked in the door and the Board of Directors was sitting, but no one was in front.

“I heard about your tragic loss.” I said, “But what really killed sk?”

“Team Soul,” A man said.

“I know you killed Reso. What killed sk?” I said sternly.

“…He was killed in an accident before Ryan Elite’s death.”

“I see. Well, I have good news for you, in moments, we will have four control disks.” The Directors looked amazed. One man picked up his jaw (He was trying to be funny), “I have 2 in Maximum Security in Ciborg Orre Command. Orre has been completely taken over. Everyone’s mindslaves, and every city is going to turn into a lab.”

The directors began to talk with each other, “We have good news for you. In light of your exceptional work, we are giving you a new position as Head of the Board. Please take your seat,” a man said. I sat down in sk’s chair. If he were only alive, he’d hate me for this.

“First thing’s first. All of you are Under Ciborg Arrest for Treason.”

“Explain yourself!” A man yelled.

“Simple, you put a broken mind drone in charge of Ciborg. That’s treasonous enough for me.” I pressed a button and 10 grunts came into the room, “The board’s under arrest. Take them and turn them into Mind Drones.”

[Ninja Emperor]

OOC: Ok Bron I fixed it like you told me and described how the day had ended for all of us.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: First thing's first. I did mention that I couldn't make it since I had a relative over for the last 2 weeks and I was specifically banned from the Internet. So while I'm still the judge, you're welcome to help, Tiana. ;)

Now onto rust. Trilobyte issue: well sk's post specifically stated that the Orange Isles and Orre would be "barely affected" in the first place. Considering the lack of vectors, Orre and the Orange Isles remained "barely affected". I saw no vectors, and until I did, the two areas would not unaffected by large, although the effects of it would be felt, such as tremblings of the pokeball and such.

Well...how did you get all them grunts? And if there were that many grunts, and just as many WLRs, how, with tactical, geographical, etc. advantage, the WLR got decimated with barely any losses from Ciborg? How are you bulletproof when everyone else isn't? The posts felt rushed and god-modingness IMO. Besides that, you have 3 disks, stealing one from me in god-modded posts, while BOS has only a single one, with no other team having even one? Hardly fair, are we? It seems that unless I keep my tabs on your 24/7, people are going to just continue to leave. So yeah, it's strike time this time, as the you have gone too far from the line this time.

Dark Ty - 1 strike
rust - 1 strike

With this, I have to say that while it's too late to change anything...well Hilary wasn't even in the base to begin with luckily...

Boris Morrison - dead, rust has disk
Franz Patterson - Alive, Neo has both man and disk
Julia Sanchez - dead, rust has disk
Marlene Nabudike - Missing (I'm claiming her for now)
Jake Reso - dead, rust has disk
Daniel Fisher - Missing

btw Neo, I let Bron go ahead since you were a lump of log hindering his progressfor like 2 weeks. I'm sure you don't mind since it's your fault anyway.

IC:
en route to Mt. Battle, outskirts of The Under

The trembles became more powerful when suddenly my pokemon bust out of their pokeballs. Since I had the premonition of this happening, I had readied myself out of the cab should I need to. With that, jumped out of the cab, and saw it run into a pole nearby. The cab driver likely lost his life there, but the pokemon seemed alright as they walked aimlessly somewhere.

Behind me was a second cab, and it stopped near me, since I was still on the road. The back door opened to reveal Hilary. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

"No time. Get in and I'll tell you," she replied.

I got into the cab quickly and it was off. "What happened?"

"Was at the slums, when a mass of Ciborg, likely 1000 strong, stormed some area that I wasn't searching. Looks like the enemy had gotten to the base before we did."

"So the verdict is that Julia would likely be dead and her disk in their command."

"I guess. So what's our next move, Kev...err...Seraph?"

"First of all, we have no place to speak. Too many spies around and not enough of security."

"Well that's what we get for this crap."

"True."

I took out some chloroform from a small pouch and made the cab driver go to sleep after telling him to pull over. I took the man out of his seat, and thoroughly checked for anything that could track us or give our plans away, such as a microphone or the like and found nothing. Taking his spot as the driver, we continued our conversation, with my speaking first. "So then our next move should be to observe whatever they plan to do with this weird pokemon controlling device."

"And where would that be?"

"Here, in Orre. We'll need to find someone who is still outside after the emergency alarms going off. If anything we can catch a tail or something so we can chase them."

"Or look for one of them spies that's been spotting us the whole time?"

"No, I think that would be too obvious at this point. Besides, this is the only safe spot right now."

OOC: Yeah I need some time to develop something...

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Broni wants me to act like my last 2 posts never happened.

Ciborg Orre Command
I was reading the Kanto News website. It seems Team Soul killed sk. Bravo. Now I can report our two disks. I walked out of my office to meet Bacara.

“Well, Bacara, it is time to report the disks. Sk died after all, so he has no say in the disks.” I said. We took an elevator up to a control room. Grunts were sitting in chairs operating computers. I felt like I was on the Bridge on an episode of Space Trek.

I sat in the seat in the middle. There was a large viewscreen in front of me.

“Grunt! Get the Board of Directors on screen!” I ordered.

“Sir!” The grunt got to work. He began pressing buttons. The screen turned on. It was black for a moment. It then flashed white, representing ringing. Finally, the board members were there.

“Members of the Board. I know this is a little on short notice, but I have something to report to you,” I said.

“What is it rust? We are trying to discuss who will take over TRILOBYTE now that sk is dead!” A member said.

“In Orre, we have recovered 2 Command Disks, and Captain Cody is in Cerulean ready to retrieve a third,” I said. The Council members showed evident surprise in their facial expressions. Their head faced a different direction and began whispering.

“rust. We have 1 disk here in HQ. That means we can control the Ship soon,” A Council Member said.

“More importantly, find the crystals,” I replied.

“Crystals?” All the Council Members said in Unison.

“On our planet, there are 5 crystals, each with a different power. They are all made of one element, I believe our spies told us it is called Zineshale. The Ship has a Zineshale tracker on it. Most importantly, there is one crystal called the Crystal of Chance. It possesses the power to affect anything. We can make everyone in the region stupid, or Ciborg Supporters.” The Council members were amazed yet again. The spoke privately once again.

“rust,” The man paused for a moment and swallowed, “You are in charge of the Final Phase of TRILOBYTE.”

“Taking Over the World,” I said.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: Alright. Disregard your last 2 posts then, rust.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg Orre Command
The screen turned off. Now that I’m in charge of TRILOBYTE, I call the shots.

“Bacara, are the plastic disks ready?” I asked.

“Yes.” Bacara yelled for a grunt to bring them up. About 2 minutes later, 3 disks were brought up, all plastic.

“Now we need a camera!” Another grunt ran and got a camera, “Good. Now roll the camera.”

A Green Light turned on. The camera began rolling.

“Hello World. You probably don’t recognize me, because of my cybernetic advancements (OOC: I’m wearing my armor), but you all voted for me. That’s right. I’m rust Nuva. Or should I say, rust Makuta. Anyways, Ciborg has collected 3 Command Disks. But we don’t want anyone in the ship, because they could use the weapons systems to blow up Celadon.” I took out my DC-15 and set the disks on the floor, “So I decided to Televise the destruction of Half of the Command Disks! MUAHAHAHAHA!” I shot all three disks, and then I crushed them with my foot. Hm… These are hollow with silver paint and wires inside. “You no longer have any hope of getting to the Ship.” A red light blinked. The camera stopped.

“Play this on Orrecast over and over. Its rerunning sk’s speech, but people will notice something new,” I said.

[Paperfairy]

NAME: JUSTIN
CODENAME: PAPERFAIRY
TEAM: DARK ANGELS: RENEGADE KNIGHTS
LOCATION: DURANDAL SPACESHIP/D.A.R.K. MAIN BASE, ULTIMA CITY, CITY UNKNOWN TO BOTH MY CHARACTER AND MYSELF, BUT NO BODY GIVES A ****, HOENN

Inside the Durandal, laid a tall man, about six feet tall. He had squat blond hair, and his eyes were a radiant jade hue. The man had a immense build, as well as very bulky arms and legs. Again, he was wearing a black shirt, but this time it read “I had superhuman powers, but my therapist took them away”. Like the last time Justin had seen him, he wore black jeans to match his shirt. The man was laying in a bed, apparently playing a game on a violet device. This bed was right next to another- and this one had a person occupying it.

The bed was Medium sized- enough to comfortably fit one individual. The top half was elevated a small bit to comfort to person laying in it. Both the sheets and the blankets had no color- a straight shade of white. The mattress was outlined with metal bars on each end. The walls behind the bed were lined with several machines and medicines, used in conjunction to help people who are staying there. At the foot of the bed there was a slab of wood attached to the bed frame, with a small silver-colored screw. On this screw was hanging what appeared to be a clipboard with several papers on it, probably used to mark when the patient needs his or her medications, or how the person is doing overall.

On the bed, a young black boy lay fast asleep. His clothes were very different than the other man- but he didn’t have much of a choice. The young boy wore a white dress-like clothes- commonly referred to as “hospital robes”. Thankfully, his long black braids were till intact. Both his eyes were closed, but his mouth was wide open- allowing a small drop of saliva to fall out, and create a tiny splash on the bed sheets underneath him. On the boy’s left arm was a cast, which completely covered the limb. Attached to it was a sling for extra support.

“Hey Brucy!” said a sweet sounding voice…

Bruce paused his game for a moment and muttered, “Oh god… near HER again…”

Renee stepped into the white walled room, and placed his small rear onto the bed that Bruce was laying on.

“So… how are you sweetie?”

“Wonderful…”

“You know Bruce… we need to go out more often. The last time we went ANYWHERE was two weeks ago.”

“There is a reason for that…”

“What did ja say?”

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“You know Bruce… I think you’re just the cutest thing sometimes…”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.”

And with that, Renee stood up and moved even closer to Bruce. She then laid down on top of him in fashion that would make anyone uncomfortable.

“Oh Bruce…”

“Uh… Renee… erm could you like… uh…”

While Bruce struggled to find words, Renee put her finger to his lips and whispered, “Say no more Bruce.” She slowly pushed her head towards his face- there lips barely apart.

“Renee!!! Uh….”

After Bruce beginning to shout, the boy on the other bed began to stir. He slowly opened his eyes, only to see his best friend lying on a bed, with a girl top of him, kissing him passionately.

“What the hell is going here?” asked Justin in a startled tone.

Bruce quickly pushed her away and swung his legs over the bed in order to sit up.

“It’s not what it looks like! I swear!”

Justin began to smirk, and then proceeded to giggle. He managed to utter “Oh really? Then what was it?”

“Um…”

“Oh forget it. I must get out of the ****** up clothes, and fast. I look like a fruit. And I need my gadgets back. You remember that incident in Mt. Moon, don’t you?”

“Yes... I remember…”

The incident was during a D.A.R.K. training session. The mission was to go through Mount Moon without any Pokémon whatsoever. The mission went well… until the final stretch. They encountered a Golem that used Explosion- therefore causing a cave-in. This managed to cut Justin off from all his gadgets. After about 30 minutes Justin began losing his mind… as if he was crazy. For some reason, when Justin isn’t around his electronics for long periods of time, he begins to lose it.

“Oh… I gotta go Brucie! Bye Bye!” said Renee, and quickly dashed out of the room.

While laughing, Justin swung his long legs over the metal restraints, and hopped out of the bed and walked towards to door of the room. Before walking out, he said to Bruce,

“Hey, what happened to the crystal I saw?”

OOC: =P rust, I guess its "on" now. Bring it.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Kenny said you got no crystal, so there was no crystal there.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: PF has assured me that this crystal business has nothing to do with the actual crystals, so I'm letting it go.

btw rust, you still haven't gotten the vector up yet. -_-

IC:
Orre, en route to Phenac

"You think Jerry would know anything?" Hilary asked.

"Well technically speaking he's not the most reliable piece of info. With the current red alert situation, I don't think that he'll be taking any chances in staying out to just wait for me. But I'd assume he knows more," I answered.

"What are we going to do? I mean, the situation is that people are to tay inside somewhere. Next thing you know, it's probably going to be some other problem coming up when that mind controlling device hits max out here."

"And thus we'll have to take it to them before that happens."

"You think Jerry knows something about this?"

"Don't know for certain. If anything he would be dead right now if he knew enough."

"Wait Seraph, when's the presidential election going to end?"

"By tomorrow the tallies should be up. Although it's likely that Nuva would have taken over the government sector by now anyway. I doubt he would just stand around when the chance presented itself like that."

"So where to?"

"Phenac. I'm going to see what Jerry has to say."

The drive to Phenac was relatively uneventful, as luckily the red alert situation did not esculate yet.

Phenac
We entered the slums to Jerry's place. Jerry was watching the news when we barged into his 4th floor apartment room. I did remind myself that this place stunk of dead animals. Jerry jumped from his seat when he saw us.

The news showed a man in cybernetic armour of some sort. He was speaking, "Hello World. You probably don’t recognize me, because of my cybernetic advancements, but you all voted for me. That’s right. I’m rust Nuva. Or should I say, rust Makuta. Anyways, Ciborg has collected 3 Command Disks. But we don’t want anyone in the ship, because they could use the weapons systems to blow up Celadon."

So those were the disks that the men were after the entire time eh? But something told me that it wouldn't be right. Anyway, he flashed the disks and threw them on the ground, shotting them in the process. “So I decided to Televise the destruction of Half of the Command Disks! MUAHAHAHAHA! You no longer have any hope of getting to the Ship.”

The disks were somehow wrong in feeling. Why would a would-be president do such a thing to begin with? He could have easily controlled Orre in its entirety and get them to wage war on the rest of the world. And certainly it made most sense to gain 4 disks themselves for such a purpose. If they televised this event, then obviously they would be trying to say that they own either 3 real disks or none at all, to just scare the people into either discarding them or give up on the hunt for the disks. If that was the case, then it was obvious that rust owned 3 disks, as we knew he got the one from The Under, and he wanted to get one more to end the war in his favour, hopefully without a single opposition. "What was that about?" Hilary asked Jerry.

"Our would-be president is betraying us?" Jerry answered.

"Aside from that?"

"Well we know for certain that rust used a fake name, and is likely using another fake name right now. We do know that he is part of Ciborg and not the WLR, and that he wants to wage war."

"You have anything that we would want to know?"

"Right now in these circumstances, it's likely that rust wold be hunting for more disks. For all we know USS Unity may run one three disks alone or something."

"Have you considered the possibility that the disks that e crushed may be only replicas?" I asked.

"Yes. If that were the case, then rust would want the disks even more, and that this event was to bluff people into giving up their disks, for easy pickings," Jerry said.

"And if we own a disk ourselves, then it is plausible to say that rust would be after us then?"

"Correct. Anyone with a disk would be a threat to his plan. Besides, it's probably that he's one disk away if he were to be doing this."

"You have any information that we can use then?"

"Not likely. But I do know that Kanto has been floating a few rumours here and there about a council member being there, or at leaset was transported there from the Orange Islands."

"Why would the WLR do that?"

"If the rumours were true, then it's likely because BOS controls the Orange Islands itself, and that they have excellent intel networks to find that council member, if they had the time. In contrast, Kanto is in a mess right now. Soul is in crap, and Ciborg's there messing around with the pokemon stuff. The WLR can slip someone in without any of them notice."

"Well might as well go. You coming, Jerry?"

"Well I'm going to be killed if I stay at this rate."

"Welcome to the team."

"I'd never."

"Come on, the medical helicopter is around here."

"You came in with a medical helicopter?"

"And medical gear. What's the matter?"

"Crazy guy."

"Thanks."

When we headed to the helicopter location, we noticed that there were remains of the helicopter left, with Ciborg members lurking around the area. I tossed Jerry a weapon. "We might as well steal one of theirs then," I whispered.

Jerry widened his eyes. "You crazy? That's a Ciborg strike team! A dozen of the best! We can't possibly attack them head on and expect to fell them!"

"Who said we're attacking them head on?"

We all hid in the nooks and crannies that the slum-like area provided. Seeing how I was the only one with a silencer, I was the only one who would be able to attack undetected for the first few. The tactic would be to surround them and snipe them away quickly. Hopefully confrontation would be late in this hunt.

The first member walkedinto my sight. With a careful aim, I shot him in the head, through the skull. He fell like he was melting. Another member noticed that, and he began to look around. I shot him in the eye. But in that, a third member saw where the shot came from and began to open fire in my area.

"Crap," I swore as I hid.

With another small window of oppurtunity when the guy was reloading, I shot him several times. I heard him fall, but I wouldn't have known whether I had gotten him or not. Either way, all 9 members began to open fire my way. Then I heard gun shots from another area toward my target area. The firepower against me began to die down.

With that, I took the liberty to shoot down another guy as they blazed toward the three of us. Five down, seven to go. It was quiet outside, so I'd figure they were moving somewhere to surround us, who had surrounded them. I figured that I might as well take the liberty to shoot them down while they were moving. As I stuck my hand out to fire, gun fire went my way, hitting my right arm, and making me drop my gun through flaring pain.

I surpressed my pain and noted that this would be the perfect time to attack them while they were distracted with me. Then I heard several gun shots and machine gun fires. Then it was silent. I poked my head out to survey the situation. What I saw was the dead Ciborg members, and only Hilary standing.

I got to Hilary as fast as I could. She stood with a tear in her eye. "Don't tell me..." I said.

"He ran in with guns blazing. Ciborg mowed him down, but not without him taking a good number down. I'm...sorry," she replied.

"I see."

Taking the bullet in me out, and checking the helicopter for something that Ciborg could use to track us (and getting rid of them), I stuck a stick on the ground. Here laid the remains of my loyal servant, Jerry.

OOC: Getting out of Orre and into Kev mode.

[Lord Celebi]

Ciborg Orre Command
A grunt walked up to me.

“Sir. The Pokemon Centers are ready. Although the Realgem Tower Spire for TRILOBYTE is online, most of the Pokemon are still under trainers’ control.” The grunt reported.

I sat in my chair. For a moment I thought about this. I’m now ruler of Orre, most of the people are Mind-Slaves, and we have only a few Pokemon. “Turn on the Spires.”

Another grunt burst through the room. “Sir. A Strike Team is not reporting!” The grunt yelled.

This is bad. They could have been killed, or they’re spies. I guess I’ll have to eliminate both. “Send the grunts through Orre. Have them ‘escort’ all people in Orre to Pokemon Centers. Anyone with connections with Team Soul or the UWO must be shot on sight. Also, turn all members of Ciborg who have joined in the last 3 months into mind-slaves. Send a request to the board to eliminate spies,” I said. I relaxed after the grunts left.

In a few hours, the USS Unity would be mine. The continent of Orre is mine. A report from Mt. Battle says Tiantus’s electricity spires are half-way done. Soon. Soon, no one will be able to enter Orre. It will be a military base guarded by the USS Unity.

[Kenny_C.002]

OOC: rusty old chap. How about the whole Cody thing not be there? For once I'd like you to actually get intel and stuff first before just blazing into a WLR place. You're making it seem like the underground group is right up in the surface just waiting for you to pick off. Recall that while you're in full control of Orre, you don't have that support and sure as heck not have the power to get intel on the locations of the WLR that easily to begin with. Heck I'm in a position where I'm not even sure if there is a council member in Kanto...

And by here I'd like to restrict you to the use of 2 characters total only UNLESS THEY ARE IN THE PRESCENSE OF THESE TWO CHARACTERS. For example, you can pick Tiantus and rust ONLY, so any mission regarding Cody for when rust or Tiantus are not there, you would have no control of. Seriously, it's an RP, so really we shouldonly be using 1 character and that all NPCs are not to be "bunnied" unless your main is there. It's my slack to you, so I'm certain you would oblige.

One step at a time, I guess. ;)

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: rusty old chap. How about the whole Cody thing not be there? For once I'd like you to actually get intel and stuff first before just blazing into a WLR place. You're making it seem like the underground group is right up in the surface just waiting for you to pick off. Recall that while you're in full control of Orre, you don't have that support and sure as heck not have the power to get intel on the locations of the WLR that easily to begin with. Heck I'm in a position where I'm not even sure if there is a council member in Kanto...

And by here I'd like to restrict you to the use of 2 characters total only UNLESS THEY ARE IN THE PRESCENSE OF THESE TWO CHARACTERS. For example, you can pick Tiantus and rust ONLY, so any mission regarding Cody for when rust or Tiantus are not there, you would have no control of. Seriously, it's an RP, so really we shouldonly be using 1 character and that all NPCs are not to be "bunnied" unless your main is there. It's my slack to you, so I'm certain you would oblige.

One step at a time, I guess. ;)
Done... I'll get that info.
IC:
A grunt walked into my office. “Sir. Captain Cody was killed in a trap at Cerulean City. The WLR wasn’t there, but they left over 30 turrets. Currently Intel is working on locating the disk.”

“SEARCH EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF THIS WORLD!” I said infuriated, “I WANT THAT DISK!” The grunt ran out scared. I took out my PDA and opened Video Mail and called Tiantus.

“Yes,” Tiantus said.

“Can you Make a 4th disk with only your computer wits?” I asked him.

“Did Cody get killed?”

“Yep.”

“All right. I’ve already thought of this when the WLR Scientist told me the WLR’s plan. At my estimation, we need 200 Super Computers like mine at CERP, and 50 computer geniuses like me.” Tiantus said.

“Thanks.” I said. I turned off video mail. I NEED The USS Unity. How am I going to get it. The Zineshale sample found to make the tracker is in God-Knows-Where Labs. But… God can share, can’t he?

I picked up my phone. “Get intelligence on finding the Zineshale sample used to make the Zineshale Tracker for the USS Unity,” I ordered.

“Right away.” A grunt said on the other line.

I put down the phone and typed ‘Zineshale’ into the Google box on my computer. Matches. All News Reports about the discovery.

I turned the screen off and laid back. Where is that Zineshale?

[Marill]

Ladies and Gentlemen...

The WAR Season 4 Role Play has ended. May it rest, the memories and experiences gained from it all rest in peace. How we will miss the excellence in Role Playing, sportsmanship as well as the fun times we felt by participating within it.

Goodbye for now...