(RP) Team RP VI - Twilight's Cataclysm

[Neo Pikachu]

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INTRODUCTION

Just so you know ahead of time, Team RP VI is NOT related to any of the previous Team RPs. It is simply the sixth of this kind of RP, but it is still not a part of any series. The storyline is also not connected with any previous Team RP.

Joining Team RP VI is also very simple. Join one of the teams in the Mixed: Groups/Clubs Board (http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=22) that has “Team RP VI” in the title. Read up on each of them, find the one that’s right for you, and follow the team’s instructions for signing up. The team you join in that board is the team you will be on during the RP as you attempt to accomplish the team’s goals in the RP’s universe. Nothing else to it.

SETTING

The setting of this RP will be modern day in the Pokémon World, meaning only technology that is available in real life will be available in this RP. The exceptions to this rule apply to chemicals, pharmaceuticals, and biology. Researching genetic mutations/modification, creating biological weapons, and creating performance-enhancing drugs and vaccinations are possible. Also, exceptions to this rule are machines and technology that appear in the Pokémon games and anime. However, creating technology that doesn’t exist in either real life or the games/anime, such as plasma rifles, Gundam mobile suits, and spacecraft are not possible.

THE STORY SO FAR

Hysteria… chaos… anarchy. If any moment of time was deserving of such words, it was this one. Mass fear had taken control, and its spawn of terror threatened to consume the world inside out.

It all began with the worst economical problems the Pokémon world has ever seen in history. The value of the Pokédollar dropping, the falling housing markets, corporations demanding government bailouts, and soon enough, the Pokémon World Exchange Index’s (PWEI) stock market collapsed entirely, with many stocks falling all the way to the bottom. Immediately, it was flagged as the Intolerable Depression, the worst economy the world has ever seen. As large corporations fell apart, stakeholders left furious and broke, and the unemployment rate rising to a monstrous 74%, it was clear that the middle class was rapidly disappearing and the rich were now finding themselves struggling.

Corporate scandals and political lobbying were becoming a frenzy. Politicians sold their seats of power to the highest bidders, and those with money brought their way into political office. It was then that the teams rose up, organizations with preserved or ill-acquired money buying their way into power, some intent on accomplishing their own domination, while others sought out to fix and remedy the mass hysteria and chaos. Regardless of whether their money was obtained through donations or scandals and sinister schemes didn’t matter. They had the money everyone else was literally dying for.

And money talks…

In the midst of such disaster, the Hoenn Government, quite possibly the worst region when it came to financial situations, looked toward Sinnoh, which was in much better shape compared to Hoenn’s economical agony. The Orange Islands were in the same kind of disaster as well, struck with the highest unemployment rate out of all the regions. Both of them felt Sinnoh was benefitting off of this misfortune, and they saw that Sinnoh was slowly creeping toward full recovery, which they both believed was at their expense. Both Hoenn and the Orange Islands pleaded and begged for Sinnoh’s aid, but Sinnoh denied them anything. In spite of this, Hoenn and the Orange Islands placed tariffs and embargos on Sinnoh’s goods, but by then, it was already too late.

Meanwhile, Hearthome Research, a Sinnoh-based environmental science team, had been conducting research on several of the Pokémon outside the city, and through their findings, noticed the Pokémon had not been evolving correctly and were experiencing delayed growth rates. From this, they were able to conclude that the Pokémon were not breeding quickly enough, and their populations were thinning out. They also noticed Pokémon from the immediate surrounding areas were moving in and taking up the habitats of the area’s original denizens. To make sure the balance was kept, Hearthome Research worked in conjunction with SavisTech, a chemical agent developer, to create a formula that would help promote evolution among the oppressed Pokémon and restore the natural balance.

During the time it took to create this agent, other research teams were noticing similar occurrences around Sinnoh. When SavisTech had created the Compulsory Development Pokémon Agent (CDPA), they made several samples to be provided to be used in the areas highlighted by Sinnoh’s research teams. Through their tests in controlled environments, CDPA worked successfully, and Pokémon were able to evolve normally.

Sinnoh’s teams then placed the CDPA canisters in the regions throughout Sinnoh that were affected by this strange occurrence. Once they were set off, Pokémon in those areas began evolving. However, it wasn’t long until the teams realized CDPA’s range was much higher than predicted, reaching to areas all over the nation. However, there was one major oversight on CDPA that was never expected…

CDPA soon began affecting humans as well, never expected by SavisTech as all tests with CDPA were done with protective gear that stopped the side effect. However, humans without this lab protection were suddenly exposed to the evolutionary effects. Instant mutations began, turning these affected humans into half human, half Pokémon humanoids, later called Hybrids. Because Pokémon gene modifiers of all Pokémon were ingrained in CDPA, these humans found themselves being “evolved” into Hybrids of Pokémon of a random selection. Once CDPA made contact with an unprotected human, their cells would be infected, and their DNA would be mass-replicated. Instantly, their cells would undergo rampant cell mitosis, instantly resulting in the human growing fur, tails, and/or the other features of a single Pokémon at random. However, while the change was definitely physical, it was later confirmed that the mental state of the hybrid remained unaffected in terms of mental state, memory, and intelligence, though obvious mental trauma and stress was due to the shock of the transformation. Shortly afterword, it was learned that these Hybrids gained the ability to use the abilities and attacks that the Pokémon they were a hybrid of could learn and use.

Sinnoh, the last living bastion of economical hope in the world, became just as chaotic as the other regions, if not worse from the fact the entire nation had been covered with CDPA, permanently changing every human, and now chaotically evolving all Pokémon in Sinnoh. Currently, CDPA remnants are still spreading quickly, now approaching the desert region of Orre...

When it was learned by the now fragmented Sinnoh government that SavisTech had coordinated chemical supply requests from companies based in the Orange Islands and Hoenn, Sinnoh immediately accused the Orange Islands and Hoenn of maliciously contaminating the chemical supplies SavisTech relied on to get back at Sinnoh rejecting their requests for financial aid. When the governments of the Orange Islands and Hoenn scoffed at Sinnoh’s claims, Sinnoh immediately retaliated with their own chemical warfare, regarding the contamination as an act of war.

Shortly after, Sinnoh had launched eight Task Subjugate missiles, four for Hoenn and four for the Orange Islands. It was the first time Task Subjugate missiles had been used, but their effects were still devastating. At least five hundred thousand people in both regions together were killed within the first few minutes. Many more died afterword, but it was the survivors of the attacks that suffered the most. Those that weren’t killed by the bombs were turned into mindless, feral zombies. The Pokémon of these regions faced the same fate as well. Thankfully, unlike CDPA which was still spreading, the chemical agents used in the Task Subjugate missiles decayed, but the zombies remained and were capable of infecting anyone badly bitten or wounded by them… all except for the Hybrids themselves, whose transformation provided protection against the aftermath of the Task Subjugate.

With the world left in economical ruin, Hoenn and the Orange Islands in a horrific nightmare, and Sinnoh (and soon to be Orre) affected with a nation full of Pokémon Hybrids, the future appears to be extremely forbidding.

CONDITIONS

Zombies

Zombies are believed to be humans whose soul has left the body and gone to whatever afterlife has been set aside for them, but the body is still living as a mindless ghoul. Some zombies can only shamble around, others can run, and others besides those have grown mutated parts. UPDATE: Rather than using my ripped off version of Left 4 Dead's "special" zombies, use the ones from the actual game itself. Left 4 Dead's Infected Characters (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Left_4_Dead#Infected_characters).
As a rule, your character can’t be turned into a zombie or related mutant, unless you want them to be (You would have to RP them with lower, feral intelligence if you do this). Any NPCs are fair game, however.
Hoenn and the Orange Islands have become derelict nightmares. If you’ve played Resident Evil, Left 4 Dead, Silent Hill, or any survival-horror genre game, or if you’ve seen movies like I Am Legend or 28 Days Later, that’s pretty much the condition they’re in. Entire towns are filled with zombies and destruction, and the number of untainted survivors is very few, but they still exist.
Zombies only attack at night, but stay in dark places during the day. Also, human zombies no longer carry Pokémon with them, and can not use any complicated tools, such as guns or machines. However, they may carry blunt or bladed weapons such as hammers, knives, or lead pipes to use as melee weapons, clubbing their victims to death before consumption.
There is only one cure for Task Subjugate infection. Death.

Hybrids

Hybrids are always in the form and height of a humanoid. Even if someone is a hybrid of a Pokémon that does not have arms or legs, or is huge or very small in size, they keep their size of a human, as well as their appendages. However, they may grow fur, scales, tails, wings, and other features of the Pokémon they’re a hybrid of. Most Hybrids tend to have more Pokémon features than human ones, usually resulting in their entire bodies being covered with the fur, scales, skin, and color of the Pokémon they’re a hybrid of (Except for the face, which is usually just a color change). Also, Hybrids are a combination of a human and a single Pokémon only. You can not have features of multiple Pokémon if your character starts as/becomes a Hybrid.
It IS possible for a character starting as a human to become a Hybrid later on, whether they like it or not. CDPA can be stored in liquid form, and administered in the form of injection, which will turn a human into a hybrid. However, it has been proven to work in gas and vapor forms as well. However, wearing protective equipment can stop the change, as long as the equipment holds out.
Hybrids can use any attack the Pokémon they’re a hybrid of can use, including TMs, HMs, and egg moves. Also, hybrids do NOT inherit the stats of the Pokémon (such as Attack, Defense, and so on). This is so Hybrids of legendary Pokémon are not more powerful than Hybrids of non-legendary Pokémon.
There is no cure for CDPA infection either. Humans that become Hybrids stay as Hybrids.
Hybrids can communicate with normal Pokémon and they both understand their speech. Because of this, the bond they share with their Pokémon is stronger (Expert Pokémon Handling is considered TAGed if it wasn’t before, or it results in “Master Pokémon Handling,” the highest level of training possible, if it is TAGed already). Hybrids can also use the language of Pokémon to disguise their speech from normal humans. To indicate the language of Pokémon during the RP, use < and > marks in the place of quotations. For example, a statement like <I think I see them now!> would indicate use of this language. To humans, it sounds like the name and syllables of the Pokémon’s name, and is impossible to understand.

WORLD REGIONS INVOLVED

Kanto – At the current time, Kanto remains unaffected by either CDPA or Task Subjugate. However, their economical ruin is evident, having suffered from many failing businesses and having to rely on small businesses, farmers, and peddlers instead. Essentially, Kanto looks and feels more like a third world country now, but the citizens consider themselves fortunate compared to what happened to the other regions. Many Kanto citizens are fearful of the zombies, and in general, are very cautious to views of the Hybrids. They do not understand that the only changes that happened to Hybrids are purely physical, and not psychological.

Johto – Like Kanto, Johto is currently unaffected by CDPA or Task Subjugate. Johto’s ruin came directly from the crash of the PWEI stock exchanges, and the 68% unemployment rate was also devastating upon the region. However, unlike Kanto indifference to the rest of the world, Johto’s populace is trying their hardest to strive toward a brighter future. Not all of them may welcome the new presence of the Hybrids, but if anyone will be the first to understand their plight and offer them compassion, it will be Johto.

Hoenn – Hoenn currently remains completely devastated from Task Subjugate. Those that weren’t killed during the first moments of the bomb’s dropping were either killed later, or infected to become mindless zombies or even grizzlier mutants. As stated above, before the bombs were dropped, Hoenn’s economical calamities were the worst. Many were left homeless, jobless, out of cash, and crime was on the rise as a result. However, once the bombs fell… all traces of civilization were lost, now with zombies and mutants prowling about the cities of what once were.

Orange Islands – The Orange Islands, like Hoenn, lays as a wreck from Task Subjugate bombing. The zombies and mutants here are even more savage than the ones in Hoenn, having difficulty finding fresh human flesh to eat due to the inability to cross islands. Unlike Hoenn, the Squids, mutant zombies with fins and adaptations to water, exist, and can swim and attack nearby naval vessels (they are still stranded by the islands however, and can’t swim to other regions). Before the bombs were dropped, the main calamity of the Orange Islands was unemployment, and the middle class becoming poor.

Sinnoh – Very few humans exist in Sinnoh, and the only ones that do are only there on a temporary basis, or are hiding underground away from the CDPA that lingers on the surface above. Despite what has happened to them, Hybrids have been trying to rebuild their region from the total chaos. However, it is known that not all Hybrids believe Hoenn and the Orange Islands were at fault of CDPA, and are highly against the ones that ordered the launch of the Task Subjugate bombs. Others blame SavisTech for their carelessness, or believe it was purely an accident. Many Hybrids are also taking the reverse route, and in hopes of preserving peace and avoiding discrimination in the future, promote the becoming of a Hybrid as a gift and a privilege and encouraging humans to do the same.

Orre – Unlike Sinnoh, Orre doesn’t welcome the presence of CDPA coming into their region through ocean wind drifts. A few Hybrids exist along the shorelines, but the people of Orre know there will be more of them in time. Some people in Orre have fled to other regions, some of taken up residence in The Under to avoid the surface, while others refuse to leave their homes, either disbelieving the CDPA will come to them, or will just deal with it in time anyway. As for Orre prior to the disasters, Orre’s economy has always been classified as a third-world, but it did feel some evident effect of the economical disasters, though they weren’t nearly as significant as other regions.

Fiore – Fiore is thankful they haven’t been affected by CDPA or the Task Subjugate bombs, and it has become a retreat for many that once lived in Orre, or managed to get out of Hoenn and the Orange Islands before they were infected. Fiore is trying to remain neutral in the issues at hand, and was able to avoid a great amount of economical anarchy from being very secluded. Fiore’s main issue is deflation, with people not spending money.

Almia – Due to its proximity to Sinnoh, Almia’s residents are extremely concerned with the CDPA, and fear they may be in the same boat as Orre. Though no CDPA has been detected in the area, it would take only very little change in the wind in order to layer Almia with CDPA. Meanwhile, Almia’s current residents are too scared to leave Almia, knowing CDPA is probably all over the oceans around Sinnoh and they would be sailing right into it if they attempted to evacuate.

Sevii Islands (Team Aqua’s Possession) – The residents of the Sevii Islands are very much in shock at what has happened, but like with the rest of Kanto, they are very wary of getting involved with the situation of zombies and Hybrids. While their economy has taken in some very hard times, they’re trying their best to make a comeback in this rough era.

Any other regions or areas in the world of Pokémon will not be featured in this RP.

Base locations off of this world map (http://www.serebii.net/pokearth/).

[Neo Pikachu]

ANCIENT IMPLANTS

A Farco archeological team in southern Sinnoh had uncovered seven ancient artifacts connected with the Kian’Zal tribe. Each artifact was each reported to have an arcane and mystic power that persisted throughout the many years. However, by the time these relics were found, Sinnoh had been struck by the CDPA accident, and Farco’s whereabouts and research was left only to written journals and a few online documents. No one knows what happened to them, whether they were killed for these relics, retreated to other areas, or could still possibly be in Sinnoh. However, by now, it is extremely likely these artifacts are no longer together. Before they disappeared, Farco’s members were able to find out the following details:

The seven artifacts are actually implants. Once put on, the sharp rods and hooks found on each of the implants allow the artifacts to surgically embed themselves into the wearer, and are impossible to remove unless a great deal of bodily harm is done (such as if the implant is attached to an arm or leg, that appendage must be amputated, and even then, that amputated part must be torn apart to remove the Kian’Zal implant. Also, Kian’Zal implants are extremely painful to put on, and very often, a large amount of blood loss is involved and bone manipulation is performed.
Each implant possesses a strange and greatly unique power that will bestow itself upon the user once put on. It is also possible for someone to wear multiple implants. No two implants occupy the same location on the body.
The implants are in fact magical, and the size or shape of the wearer does not matter. These implants can and will meld themselves with the size and shape of the wearer.
These implants are also indestructible. No one knows what materials the Kian’Zal used to make them, but they are impossible to even damage with modern day machinery.

Eye of the Overseer – An ocular implant that requires the user to sacrifice an eye to make way for the Eye of the Overseer. As an ancient tool of surveillance, this eye implant was used so that the one wearing it could observe his subjects when they were out of eyesight. About the size of an eyeball, the Eye of the Overseer appears as a gold sphere with the ruby embroidering of a god-like eye.

The Eye of the Overseer allows you to see what other characters in the RP are doing. However, in order to have this kind of clairvoyance, you character must have seen these characters before at least once.
The Eye of the Overseer also grants eagle eye vision, and allows the wearer to see and read things from even a great distance away.
The Eye of the Overseer also behaves like a normal eye when the clairvoyance feature is not in use. Once inserted into the eye socket the user prepared for the implant, their vision will be restored.

Talon of the Soul Decider – A clawed hand armament used by the head shaman of the Kian’Zal. Shaped and fashioned to appear to be like a normal, gold glove of metallic plates, the Talon also is armed with five, surgically sharp claws that appear to come out of the wearer’s knuckles. Noted to be a weapon that no armor could resist against, the Talon of the Soul Decider also came with the distinct and eerie feature of being able to be the decider of fate.

The Talon of the Soul Decider is a weapon that no modern armor can stop. While it can tear through armor, it can also slice through metal bars and grates. Also, the talons never lose durability.
Once someone is killed by the Talon of the Soul Decider, the user can decide to send the victim to Murhe, the afterlife realm of the evil, or Sovinto, the afterlife realm of the good. The deeds of the victim prior to this death have no bearing at all on this decision.

Chest of the Shadows – Reserved for the one among the Kian’Zal known as the Shadow Walker, the Chest of Shadows is the only implant that was never used before. Meanwhile, it is also the largest implant, taking on the form of a large, skull front that is placed on the bearer’s chest. Once implanted, the skull’s eyes then light with a subtle, red glow. In ancient Kian’Zal lore, the Shadow Walker was the only living being that could walk in the realms of the afterlife, assigned the role of being the messenger between the living and the dead.

The Chest of Shadows allows the wearer to visit both Murhe and Sovinto without dying. Also, they can return to the realm of the living without performing any tribulation. However, like a normal RP transportation, one post should be about the departure, one post about the journey through the ethereal voids between the living and the dead, and the third post should be about the arrival.
Wearing the Chest of Shadows does NOT make the wearer immune against normal judgment. If the one wearing the Chest of Shadows is killed, their character is then sent to the afterlife realm based on their deeds.
The Shadow Walker can still interact with the living and the dead. However, while in the afterlife realms, they are more resistant to the dark affects of Murhe, and the pleasurable effects of Sovinto.

Sigil of the Wild – This implant, taking on the form of a strange, tattoo-like symbol made of the same uncanny gold-colored metal the other implants are made of, was intended for the one in the Kian’Zal tribe known as the Whisper of Nature. The Sigil of the Wild is implanted on the user’s back, right on the spinal column just below the wearer’s neck. It will not allow itself to be implanted anywhere else, and attempting to do so only results in needless injury. In the roles of the Kian’Zal, the Whisper of Nature allowed Kian’Zal Pokémon trainers to communicate with their Pokémon, while the Whisper of Nature kept a close bond with nature itself.

The Sigil of the Wild allows the user to turn into any non-legendary Pokémon. While transformed, the user can use any attack that Pokémon can learn naturally (not TMs). Also, aspects of the Pokémon, such as wings to fly or underwater breathing are usable by the one wearing the implant.
The only way to force the wearer of the Sigil of the Wild back into their human form is to kill them. While transformed, the wearer shows absolutely no physical difference from the true version of that Pokémon.
If the user is human, they can understand and speak the language of Pokémon while they are transformed (use < and > marks in place of quotations). This ability is lost if the user becomes human once again though. As for Hybrids using the Sigil, no change is noticed when it comes to this aspect as they have this ability already.

Feet of the Indigo Lynx – These feet implants take the shape and design of metallic gold sabatons (plate mail on the feet). While no specific role in the Kian’Zal wore these artifacts, they were generally worn by whoever the Kian’Zal considered worthy enough to bear this gift. Usually those that performed great deeds of selflessness or heroism for the tribe were rewarded with these implants. As for the powers bestowed, the wearer is granted tremendous running speed, as well as incredible jumping ability.

The first attribute of the Feet of the Indigo Lynx is the running ability. Using the Feet, the runner can sprint as fast as 80 mph and never get tried. Also, at this speed, the runner can sprint on the surface of water and not sink. Because of this, the user does not need a motor vehicle to transverse from region to region.
The user can also jump up fifty stories without even running. Again, the user does not tire from this no matter how many times they do it, allowing them to jump from rooftop to rooftop with no strain at all.
As long as the user lands on their feet, no fall will ever hurt the wearer. The wearer could jump out of a plane and land on their feet, and feel like nothing ever happened.

Hand of J’Ean – A disc-shaped insignia implant that is placed upon the palm of the wearer. On the face-up surface of the gold, metallic disc depicts a split scene engraving. On one half, the fostering and growth of life is seen, and on the other half, the withering and decay of death is depicted. The Hand of J’Ean is considered a rogue artifact, as the Kian’Zal orders never permitted its creation. The powers it grants include purification and corruption.

The Hand of J’Ean can defile and purify any object in solid or liquid form. It can not affect gases or vapors. The Hand’s limits go as far as 2 tons (4,000 pounds) for a solid, or 4 kiloliters (4,000 liters) for a liquid. Anything greater than that results in a diluting effect that negates the change entirely. Also, this effect can only be used once per post. You can not corrupt or purify multiple objects in a single post. However, over time, many objects can be either purified or corrupted or a combination of both. The effect does not wear off over time.
If an object is purified, its use will promote greater health and longer life, as well as healing and restoration properties. For example, a glass of water purified and handed to a dying soldier and then consumed will restore their health in full. A solid purified has greater durability and if possible, better performance.
If an object is corrupted, its use will shorten life and poison the health of those who use it. Normally harmless liquids become like poison and acids, while solids become brittle, worn down, and break apart easily.
There is no ‘layering’ effect. An object or liquid is either purified or corrupted, there is no way to strengthen an already existing purification or corruption. However, it can be changed back to normal, or an already corrupted object can be made pure and vice versa.

Band of the White Phoenix – A gold metallic belt-like implant that embeds itself into the waist of the wearer. Originally intended for the High Priest or High Priestess of the Kian’Zal tribe, the Band of the White Phoenix is a cord of incredible healing. In the past lore of the Kian’Zal, the High Priest or Priestess was charged with the responsibly and power of restoring health and life to those who were deemed worthy. However, now… that power can fall into the hands of the true or the guile.

The Band of the White Phoenix can heal any injury, even death. For minor injuries (speeding up healing) that would have naturally healed over time but want to be accomplished now, there is no recharge time. However, for grave injuries that would never heal over time (amputation, permanent brain damage, deafness, blindness, or even death), the Band of the White Phoenix can heal these, but there is a recharge time of five posts. How many posts remaining until it can be used again should be noted on the top of each of your posts next to character name, team name, and location.
Because of its intense healing capability, the wearer can generally take more damage and harm before death.

The Jewel of Spirit: A jewel attached to the forehead of the user, and collects souls of those restless souls that have been killed by others, though the jewel user must be close to the dying souls as they die (within at least a hundred feet). Once a certain amount of souls have been reached, a weapon can be used depending on how many souls the jewel has currently. Afterwards the souls are released and the soul count reaches 0. All weapons are connected to the jewel via a ethereal chain that cannot be disconnected from the user.

Form 1 - 25 Souls - The Dagger of Silence: An ornate dagger that, if it strikes the opponent, silences them for a length of time depending on the cut. The opponent then cannot speak or use any hybrid ability.
Form 2 - 50 Souls - Defender: A shield that can block everything, and shrinks or grows depending on the user's thoughts. Also lightweight.
Form 3 - 100 Souls - The Long Shot: A sniper rifle with a scope that zooms via the user's thoughts. The bullets can pierce anything and the scope can see through things, thus allowing for those with Small Gun skills to take out tanks with accurate shooting.

The Chameleon Weapon - A small gem implants itself into the palm of the user, transforming into a melee weapon or a pistol/handgun of any kind. The weapon type may be changed once every five posts. When the weapon strikes it takes the properties of what it strikes. In other words, if it hits a tank it hardens and can blow up on strike, if it hits a Magmar or Magmar hybrid it has fire properties, etc (for the guns they must shoot with a special round in which there is only one every clip, or touch one with it). The properties only last five minutes, and then the user must wait a minute before using it again.

Vambraces of Aura - These forearm protectors were made of a fine gold mesh. They molded to the forearm of the wearer making it seem as though they had golden arms. The Vambraces were given to the greatest of warriors in the Kian ‘Zal tribe. They gave the wearer a mastery of aura that none could match.

When fighting hand to hand, the Vambaces gave the wearer great strength. The wearer could punch through a brick wall with no problem and without hurting the hand. The vambraces are indestructible and can stop almost any attack thrown at them, but if used for too ling in combat or the attack is to strong, injury can occur.
The wearer could see the faint aura surrounding all living things and can tell their disposition on life. This however can’t be controlled so the wearer always sees the aura surrounding the living being. If the wearer isn’t a Lucario hybrid, they could use an attack similar to that of the Aura Sphere.

[Neo Pikachu]

DEATH AND DYING

It IS possible to kill other RP characters, as well as be killed by them in this RP. HOWEVER, IT MUST BE DONE FAIRLY AND REALISICALLY. If your character dies, that’s not necessarily the end for them.

However, unlike previous RPs, the afterlife realms of those who are evil and those who are good are completely new. Murhe is the realm of the evil, and Sovinto is the realm of the good.

And some rules on killing other people’s characters:

YOU MUST GIVE THE CHARACTER YOU’RE ATTACKING A CHANCE TO RESPOND. There are absolutely NO one-hit kills when it comes to attacking and killing another person’s character. If I see that happen, you will be punished with a warning first, and then a ban the second time around. Also, the situation will be resolved with your character accidently being killed by friendly fire from your own NPCs.
If your character is wearing any of the ancient implants and is killed, you lose them when you go to the afterlife. If the person who killed your characters takes them off of your body, there’s nothing you can do about it until you revive yourself and try to take back what was stolen from you. However, if they don’t find them or choose to abandon them, you can go back to your corpse to remove them from your own body and implant them once again.
Consider injuries as well. If your character is very critically wounded, keep in mind that they won’t be fighting at anything close to full strength, and that further injury should result in death. As far as inflicting injuries to others, start small and work your way up toward graver injuries if the battle continues on. As long as they are fair and are realistically inflicted, there's no problem.

PROJECTS

As in other Team RPs, you are allowed to have a project list at the bottom of each of your posts as an organized list of research and development. Like what has been done in the past, you can choose to work up your own projects, and/or you can help build someone else’s to speed up its creation. The project list should include the project’s name (pictures are optional), how far into completion it is, and the rate.

However, there are certain restrictions:

Avoid anything that could be considering deeply futuristic, such as Gundams, laser/plasma weapons, and spacecraft. Satellites and space stations are fine, but don’t go any further than that. At least not until much later (after page 50). However, upgrades to current technology and weapon creation are fine at any time.
You can not make obtaining something or completing an objective a project. This includes (but is not limited to) trying to retrieve one of the ancient implants, infiltrating (both physical and electronic), or preparing an assassination.
The number of posts spent into making the project generally makes it more powerful and stronger. However, nothing is allowed to exceed 35 posts (I’d like to avoid ridiculously long projects as means to trump card the RP). Also, a project that took 35 posts can still be beaten by something that took less amount of time to create if a clear weakness is exploited, and if the RPer(s) behind using the weaker project display tactical and skillful use of the project against its stronger adversary.

RULES

No God-modding and Bunnying. If you don’t know what these are, look at the guides. If you’re feeling lazy though, God-modding means doing the impossible and making your character invincible, while Bunnying is controlling and manipulating other people’s characters unfairly and without their permission. Don’t do these things.
Posts should be at least a paragraph long. Please, no one-liners.
The use of nuclear weapons, such as atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, and cobalt bombs is strictly prohibited. Also, large-scale biological weapons should not be fatal either.
The Name of your character, the team you are on, and the current location of your character need to be mentioned at the top of every post. If you don’t do this, I will call you on it. This is necessary so people know who is on their team and where to find people. Also, the name helps people to remember and saves people the trouble of having to search and find your sign up just to know your character’s name.
When it comes to the ancient implants, they shouldn’t be too easy to find. Your character should spend time to search for clues on their whereabouts, and the point where the implant is obtained should make sense with regards to the steps taken to find it. Also, you can’t “claim” them. Whoever finds them first gets them. Also, you can only claim one at a time, meaning you won’t find multiple implants at once. However, you can wear multiple implants, as long as you’ve done the time and effort to obtain each of them, or have gotten them off of someone else.
Keep OOC to a minimum. I don’t mind a few sentences, but if you have an issue that brings up many points and ends up being over a paragraph long, bring it up in the Team RP VI discussion thread, and we’ll talk it over. Also, feel free to ask questions, either by PMing me or asking in the discussion thread. Please don’t ask them repeatedly in the RP itself.

SIGN UP FORM

Name: (Your character’s name, first and last)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Race: (Human or Hybrid. If Hybrid, specify what Pokémon your character is a hybrid of. If Human, put the potential Hybrid form in parenthesis in case they become one in the future.)
Description: (What your character looks like. Pictures are nice, but don’t rely on them alone.)
Personality: (What your character’s emotional intelligence and outlook on life is like.)
Background: (The history of your character. Please don’t make it too long. I won’t lie, if its super-long, it will generally take me a longer time to set aside the time to read it, and then accept it.)
Pokémon: (1-6, No legendaries)
Team: (What team your character is on for the duration of the RP.)
Weapons: (No limit to weapons, just make sure they stick with the modern day era. Just make sure your character isn’t carrying a rocket launcher, a M249 SAW, an M134 Minigun, a Flamethrower, and so on all at the same time.)
Two Tactical Skills: (See Below)
Two Combat Skills: (See Below)

Super NPCs (Stronger, harder to kill NPCs)

NPC #1

Name: (Name of NPC)
Species: (Same as before. Pictures are nice as well)
Background: (A quick paragraph is fine)
Description: (A quick paragraph is fine)
Tactical Skill: (One skill from the list of Tactical Skills)
Combat Skill: (One skill from the list of Combat Skills)

NPC #2

Name: (Name of NPC)
Species: (Same as before. Pictures are nice as well)
Background: (A quick paragraph is fine)
Description: (A quick paragraph is fine)
Tactical Skill: (One skill from the list of Tactical Skills)
Combat Skill: (One skill from the list of Combat Skills)

Tactical Skills

Driving - Driving vehicle specialization, the Road Warrior TAG Skill. While any character can drive simple motor vehicles such as cars, motorcycles, and motorboats, ones with this skill would be vehicle handling experts, and can drive all vehicles, such as piloting jets, helicopters, and other vehicles most people don’t ever even get to sit behind the wheel. Also, switching from tank to helicopter won’t be a problem. Also, vehicle drivers generally take less damage to their vehicle in combat.
First Aid - Ability to heal wounds and treat injuries. Characters with this skill also recover from damage faster, and help others around them recover faster as well.
Sneak & Lockpick - Ability to move about without detection. A stealth knowledge skill. Comes with Lockpick and doubles for a rogue-related skill. Remember, locks keep out honest people. xD
Science - Knowledge of chemicals and biology. Would be able to produce small chemical weapons (nerve gas, chlorine gas, and so on) for different purposes. Remember, nukes are out of the question, but chemical agents are a possibility.
Computer Hacking/Programming - The ability to program computers to perform tasks, as well as use computer skills to infiltrate other systems. Also comes with an expert understanding of both computer software and hardware.
Engineering – Allows you to create large aircraft, ships, and machines at a much faster rate. However, note that only modern day technology and weaponry is allowed. Having this does not allow you to create things outside of the era’s technology. Advanced technology creation may be allowed to come later.
Repair - The ability to be able to fix damage done to machines, weapons, and armor.
Speech - Negotiation ability. Allowance to be more persuasive and have good speech skills. Something George Bush should have had. Also greatly helps in influencing others and getting others to follow you.
Survival - Ability to have survival skills. Park ranger stuff. Picking this TAG Skill also ensures your character will never become lost in a forest or cave, and will know the fastest ways inside and out.
Commander - This allows you to command troops with more ease, allowing for orders to be given quicker, and things to be destroyed faster. With this power, subtract one fourth of the posts required to destroy a battalion/ship/etc.

Combat Skills

Small Firearms - Consists of pistols, rifles, submachine guns, the like.
Large Firearms – Consists of heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and so on.
Unarmed - Ability to fight with only one’s fists and use unarmed combat techniques similar to a SWAT officer or NAVY SEAL. They should have featured you on Human Weapon!
Melee Weapons/Throwing - Ability to fight with melee weapons, such as swords, knives, hammers, axes, polearms, and so on. Also includes throwing weapons, such as throwing knives, ninja stars, and fragmentation grenades.
Expert Pokémon Handling - Ability to be extremely outstanding using Pokémon, making them much stronger in combat. Those with this ability can also use their Pokémon in tactical situations (Such as using a Pidgeot or Flygon as a flying mount, or charging with a Donphan). As a bonus, characters that are Hybrids are better fighters when it comes to using their own Pokémon attacks and abilities. Anyone that picks this skill can have two additional Pokémon.
Demolitions/Traps - The ability and skill to use explosives charges, such as C4 plastic explosives, claymores, or other explosive devices. Also includes the ability to effectively create booby traps and effectively destroy targets. Having this TAG Skill also allows your character to defuse and disarm explosives as well. Pair this TAG Skill with Engineering to become a master at understanding the weak points of structures and machines, and destroying them effectively each and every time.
Commando - This gives you extra strength and allows you to destroy things easier if you are attacking from the ground. It also makes you harder to kill.

[Neo Pikachu]

AFTERLIFE

MURHE

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Unlike Hell and Trial of Juno’s “Abyss,” Murhe is more on the psychological side of being painful rather than the physical, but there’s still plenty of both to have to endure should an evil character die during the length of the RP and find themselves here.

Grindscape – A typical wasteland, Grindscape isn’t so much as painful as it is extremely boring. The land is very prone to earthquakes, which may seem shocking at first until those who stay in Grindscape quickly get used to them, and realize it’s impossible to do anything with the terrain always shaking and rumbling. Also, nothing grows in Grindscape either, and generally, only the mad wish to permanently live there.

Shatterlands – As a nearby neighbor to Grindscape, most of the Shatterlands is cracked and broken, very much like an arid, dark desert. However, the worst part of the Shatterlands is the hideous and ear-splitting noise. Loud, hideous grinding sounds make it impossible to speak or even think straight. Meanwhile, those that live here are either deaf or are too senile to even notice the sounds in the first place.

The Abysmal Strand – As a twisting, horribly-shaped area, the Abysmal Strand’s pain and frustration is its horrible smell. Those who don’t live in the Abysmal Strand are always nauseous and feel the need to throw up every pressing, foul-smelling second. Also, it is impossible to eat anything and keep it down. Most Pokémon undergo the same pain of constantly feeling the need to vomit, even poison-types. The smells are also from noxious gasses that result in hideous and disgusting diseases, which induce even more nausea and violent vomiting.

Sunken Hills – Considered to be an upside-down land, the Sunken Hills are the home of the completely insane and psychotic. While the landscape looks and feels like a mountain range in reverse, most of the land consists of sunken pits and canyons. As for the people, they are either completely mad, are total idiots, or are insanely homicidal. Those who live here end up learning a new language only they can speak, and as everyone tries to speak their own language to everyone else, random body language becomes the only real form of communication. Also, everyone seems to want to go somewhere, but they don’t know where to end up going.

Reject City – Reject City actually looks and feels like a normal modern day city at first. However, upon closer inspection, the City is completely overstuffed with people, people are too impatient and still believe they need to work 80 hour work weeks to keep living. Most people in the city either have very dirty jobs, or boring office jobs that never change day by day. Meanwhile, the frustrations of every day life are multiplied many times. To everyone, work hours go slower, and hours of leisure are over in mere seconds. All coffee is decaf, all the cars are the same, all the televisions are stuck on one channel, and the weather is always the same: a cloudless sky with no sun. Here, people know what time it is, but the actual date is never mentioned. In fact, calendars completely stop existing in Reject City. There are many in Reject City that even deny they are dead.

Weaponblood – While most of Murhe is psychological, Weaponblood is the exception. Those who come to Weaponblood get caught up in the desire to endlessly kill or be killed. Always a bloody warzone, fighting and combat never stop and never know rest in this area. Like a twisted video game, those who are “killed” simply respawn so they can kill or be killed again. Weapons like knives and firearms are also respawned so the fighting never stops and so everyone involved with the endless carnage always has something to fight with. As a result, the lands are totally saturated with blood, bullets, broken weapons, bodies and body parts, and the like.

Gluttony’s Playground – Probably one of the most disturbing areas, those that come and live in Gluttony’s Playground are absolutely obsessed with eating. Humans and their Pokémon alike are given infinite food to binge on, inflating them up like monstrous balloons. However, the fatter they become, the more their bodies evolve to meet the endless intake, often eliminating needless bones, organs, and appendages such as feet and legs that become useless once they’re too fat to walk. Shortly after, their own blood becomes fatty oil and fat-producing organs begin to grow in their massive bodies. And once a human or Pokémon hits the five trillion pound mark, they’re taken away to their own dimensions so they can continue growing as fat as they like without running out of space.

Firesplatter – Murhe’s star hellhole is Firesplatter. The temperature is always 650 degrees Fahrenheit, but somehow Pokémon and humans can tolerate the heat. However, fire Pokémon would actually enjoy this place if it wasn’t so horribly boring. The food here is always burnt, and the heat often drives those that hate it into absolute madness. Also, all humans that live here now have red and black skin, which isn’t painful now that they’ve gotten used to the burns, but it still looks horrendously ugly. Pokémon also start losing their fur and feathers, become very shriveled up, and look terribly ugly.

The Grim Void – Everything in the Grim Void looks horrible, smells horrible, tastes horrible, feels horrible, and sounds horrible. The main objective of the Grim Void is to harass and frustrate as many human and Pokémon senses as possible at all the same time. For example, a dinner may look like a dead, black roach that smells like manure. When attempting to eat it or touch it, it will feel like broken glass and make a horrible screeching sound during that time. Meanwhile, all things in the Grim Void are like this, defying logic and knowledge to create the most absolute abysmal place to be.

Escaping from Murhe

Knowing you wouldn’t want to be stuck here the entire RP, there are ways to get out. How exactly you find them is up to you, but it should involve seeing at least three of the different areas, and spending at least five posts in each of them (total of 15). What exactly you do to get out is up to your own ideas, but you should still need to work at it. For example, someone who can provide escape may want you to do them a service that requires travel to certain locations. Or you may find a piece of a one-time-use artifact that could bring you out of Murhe, but requires assembly and the pieces are scattered around.

Once you come back to life, you appear back in the Pokémon world normally again, but it needs to be in areas that your team controls. You can’t reappear in an enemy team’s base.

SOVINTO

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Sovinto is considered to be the “alternate Heaven.” For those that were in the Trial of Juno RP or in War Season 7’s RP, Sovinto is extremely similar to the “Utopia” in those RPs. If your character is good-aligned and is killed during the course of the RP, you’ll find yourself here. However, unlike Utopia, Sovinto is reserved for both humans and Pokémon.

The Emerald Islands – The main feature of the Emerald Islands is its rich vegetation and its incredibly beautiful flowers and foliage. No flower or tree ever wilts here, and it provides a fantastic place to rest and reside in. This is pretty much the maximum amount of paradise a grass-type Pokémon will ever hope to experience. Meanwhile, the area is also known for its pleasant and windy shores, creating a refreshing and sweet-smelling breeze that entices the senses.

The Horizon Crescent – The Horizon Crescent is like one giant sunny beach that’s always just the right temperature. Pleasant breezes make sure this permanent vacation spot never gets too hot, but allows it to stay bright and sunny all day long. The sand is always soft, doesn’t stick like glue even after being in the water, and people and their Pokémon can drink the ocean’s water with comparable refreshment to sweet-tasting flavored bottled water.

Midnight Passion Isles – Starry skies, neon lights and terrific nightlife await in the Midnight Passion Isles, where its like a night out in Vegas without the extreme expense. The drinks are always sweet, the desserts are flavorful and pack as much calories and fat grams as a bottle of water, and the games and excitement are fun, fresh, and can be enjoyed by everyone and anyone. And every once in a while, people break out in song everyone already knows the words and beat to, like it’s the best musical ever performed and everyone gets to be a part of it.

The Sunrise Coast – Renown for its incredible sunrises and sunsets, the Sunrise Coast offers the best place to simply relax, rest, and offer refreshment. Featuring many similar beaches like what the Horizon Crescent offers, the stars are still visible even in the afternoon sky. Offering a warm tranquility, the Sunrise Coast is also known for its serene and quiet plains.

The Aurora Fields – The rolling, beautifully colored plains of the Aurora Fields offer both fantastic views and sights for both those looking upon the ground and the sky. In the endlessly starry expanse of the sky, bright, rainbow-colored auroras shine and wave in the sky with beautiful color schemes never imagined before. These same plains offer reassuring therapy for those that led painful and tragic lives before death.

Wintersong Plains – Blessed with the beauty and color of winter without the harsh, bitter cold, the Wintersong Plains is always like a bright January morning, where the snow is soft and easy to shape, while all of the trees are covered with a glass-like ice that easily refracts light and creates rainbows like a prism. Endless skiing and snowboarding without the pain are a main highlight here, along with refreshing winter sights.

Gemlight Islands – Like a sea of precious gems and stones, the cities and roads are literally made of rubies, topazes, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, garnets, pearls, amethysts, and millions of other kinds of gems both seen and unseen before. Meanwhile, these islands are full of color and enjoyment, and the jewelry is unlike anything in the Pokémon World and is incredibly easy to create without any tools.

Lovefire Peninsula – The Lovefire Peninsula is the home of lovers who have wed for life, and always wish to remain together for all eternity. Here, the sights and the sounds are always romantic, lovely, and encourage passionate relationships between love-connected couples.

Corona Islands – The Corona Islands are known as the “Islands of Light” due to them being the brightest locations in Sovinto. Despite how bright the light is, all eyes can look into it without squinting or shielding. Meanwhile, bright, colorful and harmless fires dance in the sky, creating magnificent lights and shapes that never cease to amaze.

Escaping from Sovinto

Despite the fact Sovinto is the best eternal dream possible in the RP, I know you want to get back to the fight. There are ways to leave Sovinto, but there’s more to that then what meets the eyes.

Leaving Sovinto means trying to resist the temptations to stay there and forget about the wars. Also, in order to leave, like Murhe, some objectives need to be accomplished. Three different locations must be visited in a self-assigned mission, which may be trying to look for a hidden portal, helping someone who can help you find your way back, or assembling a one-time-use artifact that can take you back to the world of the living.

Once you come back to life, you appear back in the Pokémon world normally again, but it needs to be in areas that your team controls. You can’t reappear in an enemy team’s base.

[skiboydoggy]

Marisa Vermillion | Leon Etherlight
The Cullen
Etherlight Estate, Goldenrod City

"Marisa, get off the table. You're sitting on my blueprints."

The woman grumbled about something or another and hopped off the massive oaken table where Leon Etherlight was working. For some reason, ownership of the Etherlight ancestral home had passed into Leon's hands, after the vast majority of the family was destroyed by the zombie attack. Now, it was not as though Leon was glad for their passing, but he still found the whole thing extremely absurd and amusing somehow. Just when they were so sure they could create something better in another region, even building something even more lavish than the Estate that Leon was using at the moment, they were first hit by the Intolerable Depression and then the bombs, and were finally finished off by zombies.

"Wait, you're serious about making those?"

"Why the heck not? Everyone knows that they are the best way to deal with zombies, and I'm sure we'll definitely be dealing with zombies soon. In fact, I would demand it of Yuki."

"Now, I know you're angry that your entire family got killed off, but..."

"Anger has nothing to do with it. Etherlight Industries made everything from dishwashers to weapons, and I know for a fact that when those people bragged about their guns, they had a good reason for it. If there are still any samples or data, we must get them before any other group does."

"Ah well, whatever. Hey, where's Yuki anyway?"

"Oh, I sent him to the dojo. He needs to be a little bit stronger if he wants to wield this weapon."

Marisa gave an exaggerated sigh and let Leon get back to his work. As far as she was concerned, the Etherlight was just a weird boy with brilliant tendencies. Not that she had any right to talk about people being weird, but those designs he had with him were just plain silly. Leon had insisted that they were not silly, but freakin' awesome though, and she had an odd feeling Yuki agreed.

...

Men.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 1/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 1/25

Yuki Akagane
Etherlight Estate Outbuilding

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine... One thousand."

Dropping the massive metal bar that he had been swinging onto the ground with a resounding crash, Yuki let himself fall onto his back, deciding to take a rest from training for now. Leon was completely insane, that much was certain. Still, insane or not, Yuki really wanted to be able to swing the weapon that he was making, and swing it with the ease that he swung his claymore too. Destruction through general coolness aside, it was an efficient weapon that would shred through armoured vehicles as easily as through rotting flesh and bone. At least, in theory anyway.

There were problems with the design of course. Physically speaking, Yuki was already one of the strongest humans in the world. When it came to swinging and using weapons, there were almost none that could match him, and yet he was still too weak to use Leon's designs properly. Who the engineer had in mind when he was thinking of the recipient for his weapon obviously had two heart, five lungs, and genetically modified muscles that resembled steel more than protein. He would have to make do with a normal human though, and Yuki intended to live up to at least that.

Maybe he could ask Leon to make a suit to hydraulically enhance his muscles...

Maybe. That would have to wait though. For now, he was still way too tired to ask anything of anyone.

Yuki's Insane Training:
Strength Enhancement: 1/15

[Lusitania]

Dr. Robert Schlakior
The Cullen
Jubilife City
SavisTech Research Building(status:abandoned)

Date XX-XX-2009

It's has been several weeks since Trevor and I have arrived in Jubilife City. We found no humans, and several of the hybrids, apparently they have human intelligence. beleive that the changes are simply cosmetic, due to the fact that Trevor and I have been subjected to the CDPA capsules. I have thus decided to set to the fact to extract the DNA of the enfused Pokemon and the human. I beleive if I do this succesfully, I will be able to seperate advance the DNA to make a seperate Pokemon.

"Writing in that journal of yours, again, Doctor?" said a voice from behind.

Robert answered,"Yes, Trevor, I am. And by the way, how many times have I told you to call me Robert, we're friends, not intern and employee. So, hows is the theory going?"

"I think it's going good, but I'm going to need your help, and a couple of test subjects. I bet some of the Hybrids out in the plaza would be willing to help, but I doubt they'll respond to you, in your current form, you're barely a hybrid," he responded with a snicker.

"Okay, Trevor, enough with the jokes, we don't need any back talk from you. I'm going to go work on an antidote, but I need you to go and get some willing people, we can't test it on you and me, in case something goes wrong, but if it does, we'll have to fix it," he said with a smile.

"Okay, Doct-, er, Robert. I'll be back in an hour, if I'm not, come look for me, okay," Trevor joked, turned, and exited the Robert's make-shift bedroom, the doctor staring at him all the way, wishing him nothing but good luck.

[U-B-3-R]

Dirins Loring
Team Aqua
Team Aqua Research Center, Sevii Islands

1... 2... 3!

Miranda climbed out of the computer screen, struggling to get out of the compact desktop.

"So, what'd you find?" I asked her, grabbing her hand and gently helping her get out of the computer screen.

"I couldn't find much about it..." she sighed, "All I could find is that it tends to appear on rare occasions heading either from the southwest or to the southwest. However, there's no islands in that direction until the next continent. Not even the mighty phantom Pokemon could manage to fly that far without stopping somewhere."

"Mhm... Let's see if Damien came up with anything," I murmured, leaving the research center. Once I left, I was faced with One Island: A small community that branched off into the sea.

"Hey, sup?" a voice whispered from my right ear.

I flinched in surprise, and angrily stared at Damien, who appeared beside me.

"Don't do that again," I threatened.

"Meh, you're no fun," Damien teased.

"Shut up," I growled, "So, what did you find?"

"Nothing, really. Just a couple murmurings of an uncharted island that people believe is the home of our elusive friend."

Miranda gasped, "Would this island be in the southwest, perchance?"

"Apparently so. Why?" Damien asked.

"Is there something you forgot to tell me?" I crossed my hands.

"Well, I thought it was just a rumor created by someone who had no intention of telling the truth in the first place, but I have heard whisperings of an island in the southwest that could possibly be it. If we both heard it, it could very possibly be worth checking out!" Miranda exclaimed.

"Hm... It's worth a try, I suppose. It's the only lead we have, as it is. How far away is this island?" I asked.

"Half a week on a speedboat," answered Miranda and Damien in unison.

"I'll go," I said immediately. Half a week to get there, and half a week to get back. My trip would take a week, but it could be worthwhile. "I want you guys to stay here and scout out any more possible locations, mmk?"

I left them there. I had to start packing for my trip.

Projects

Hunt for the Phantom Pokemon [1/30]

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Chrono Island, Sevii Islands

The mission at hand was simple enough to the point even a three-year-old girl could do this, as long as she had the guns to do it with. Stealing the frigates of the Orange Islands Navy technically wasn’t stealing in my mind, even though I didn’t care if it was in the minds of others. Intel had reported at least three battleships and two cruisers near Pummelo Island, and that was just one island out of the many that made up that doomed archipelago. Taking ships like these away from zombies was nothing. Hell, as far as I was convinced, they wouldn’t miss them anyway. Throw them some human corpse and they’d practically hand you the keys.

As the transports were prepared, we would soon be heading off to Pummelo Island’s harbor and cleaning off the ships of all zombies. I was going to enjoy this moment. Shooting at real targets was so much more fun than shooting at the range. Those that we killed would be thrown overboard while the grunts cleaned off the mess.

Carjacking a military grade battleship was something new for me, though I can honestly say there was a first time for everything. Carjacking Ferraris and motorboats weren’t all that different. I didn’t mind doing that whole part, but driving the thing all the way back home was something I couldn’t care less about. That was someone else’s job. If a vehicle needed a driver and gunner to be effective, they’d better damn make sure I was the gunner. No way in hell would I drive some other stupid piss to their moment of glory when that was mine for the taking.

At the moment, there were no signs of possible retaliation against Team Aqua, but we wanted to ensure that with the military assets of the Orange Islands, and possibly Hoenn if we could make it to their airbases. In all honesty, this Intolerable Depression was becoming more and more of an opportunity than it was becoming a detriment. When it all comes to money, loyalty is very easily swayed. And we have swayed much loyalty…

Rightfully, the Sevii Islands were now fully under Team Aqua’s control. With each nation’s economy crushed, taking them over would be nothing. I was looking forward to the day when old men were no longer in office, but instead in retirement homes where they belonged with the rest of the senile elderly. Leaders were meant to be fighters and warriors, not condescending politicians. And there was no better individual for that role than Raidon Makoto. If we stabbed this blade of retribution in the right place and dug in deeply enough, the very world would be in our strengthened grasp. And there wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone could do about it.

In the meantime, production on two Aqua battleships had begun, notably the AMS Seafang and the AMS Seatooth. Though we were expecting quite a haul from seizing the naval assets of the Orange Islands, there was one rule in Team Aqua, and that was always to believe in overkill. With overkill came fear of our enemies… and high increases in our own pleasure.

The other research being done was for the creation of a CDPA weapon, to bring the hysteria of Hybrids to other regions, and throw them into disarray if they refused to follow Team Aqua’s lead, and the ruling of Raidon Makoto. There was no cure for CDPA, just the same way as Pokémon could not unevolve themselves to the states they used to be. How exactly it would be used, I figured it would be deployed like a VX Nerve Gas bomb, which would be easy without getting infected ourselves. When deployed, the citizens would be too much in a state of extreme panic, making it easier to occupy the territory. The only problem was the CDPA lingering off even after the areas had been evacuated and left fresh for Team Aqua occupation. Like Raidon Makoto himself, there were many Hybrids in Team Aqua already, but there were also plenty of humans as well. The beauty of the situation was Team Aqua could occupy everything and gain the loyalty of humans and Hybrids at the same time.

With tenacity and limitless power like this, I dared any idiot to try and stop us. But I knew the smart ones would kneel and obey to the might of Raidon Makoto. And those that didn’t would be made an example of.

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship – 1/20
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 1/20
CDPA Weapon – 1/25

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Mt. Battle, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
School's In Session

“Come on, step it up!” Vance yelled out to his Pokémon, spurring them on. Normally he wouldn’t feel the need to cheer for them, his Pokémon were trained to the point where he really didn’t even have to give them orders. They were trained to act on instinct and to work as a team without the need for his help. This didn’t mean that he never had to do anything, though, when they were in a serious fight Vance would help coordinate their efforts, think up strategy, and altogether help to form them into the most fierce force in all of the PACK. Because during a battle it could be hard for anyone to be heard the gray-eyed young man had to come up with a back-up plan, which came in the form of small headsets that were firmly attached to his Pokémon’s heads.

As his words instantly reached the headsets attached to his friends and allies they began to pick up, their movements sharper and faster, pushing their weariness to the side and letting their adrenaline take over. Their attention was focused solely on their opponents with the exception of Mr. Mime, whose prime goal was the defense of their trainer. Had Mr. Mime not been there, each and every one of the flying Pokémon and Steelix would have half of their attention focused on their master, as protecting him was foremost on each of their thoughts, as they all knew how fragile Vance was.

“Ugh,” the lean man muttered as an errant ice beam hit the light screen that Mr. Mime had put up and simply petered out. Mr. Mime’s defense was top notched, as the psychic Pokémon had been trained almost totally in defense and support, making him one of the best defensive Pokémon in the land of Orre. Still, he was tiring as much as the others and the strain was starting to show. It wasn’t much of a surprise, given that they had been spending the last hour or so fighting wave after wave of Pokémon. It was a controlled test of sorts, a mixture of many things set up by the Graffiti higher ups, and one of the few times that a member of PACK worked with those not in the exclusive group.

When contacted by some of those in the upper reaches of the group’s framework about helping to train others in the use of Pokémon Vance couldn’t help but accept. He had been taking time out of his own personal training to help out until they reached the point where either the group’s inevitably started clashing or the Orre military tried to take their country back. Both were possibilities, when it comes to groups that rise so quickly there was no doubt in Vance’s mind that some would want more power, which would lead the whole world into warfare.

This was one of the fun exercises that Vance set up to give those under his training a break from the harsh training they had to endure. When it came to Pokémon the gray-eyed young man knew his stuff, and he tended to be a little hard on the teens that had came to the Pokémon Training Facility in Mt. Battle. They were already the best of the young recruits, though, as the students were split up according to ability and sent to separate rooms, each with its own teachers. In fact, he had gotten the idea for these little exercises from one of the other teachers, and elderly man named Crunch. In essence, four students at a time would take turns sending out all their Pokémon to do battle with the teacher, stepping out when all of their Pokémon were incapacitated, letting another student take their place.

It was a great idea, as it helped the students practice working together to take down their enemies, let them get used to a more combat-oriented situation, let them learn by seeing how a master worked, and even let them work out whatever frustrations they had with their teacher in a constructive manner. It was also good for Vance, as his own Pokémon were gaining endurance and he got to show his young recruits how good he was which led to them respecting him, which made it much easier to teach them.

Still, part of being a great trainer was knowing when your Pokémon were reaching their limits, and there was no way he would risk actually putting any of them in danger during a ‘game’ like this. The black haired 24 year old held up a hand, signaling his two assistants to step in and take over for them. They threw their Poké Balls while Vance told his own Pokémon to fall back, moving slowly and cautiously into the safe zone of the room, a dugout-like space that served as his classroom. “Good job,” he told his Pokémon as they all removed their headsets and gave them to their trainer, “you guys did great. Have a good rest in there.” With that he recalled each of them into their luxury Poké Balls before sitting hard into his cushioned seat and putting his feet on his desk.

Project List

Element-Proof earpieces: 1/5
Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 1/20
HK-71: 1/30

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: You just started all the projects I was going to start, Neo. XD Its like you can read my mind or something.
IC:
AMS Deathwing, Naval Rock
Sevii Islands

The world was mine for the taking. Governments had collapsed, people had turned into monsters, and all hell had broken loose. People saw this as the Apocalypse, but I saw this as Genesis. My new world would be born out of the ashes of the previous, whether those ashes be from convincing the people to light their world on fire, or me lighting it on fire myself. Manipulation was a great tool, one that I would use to its fullest. It is so much better to have a live body pledge servitude to you than a dead one.

The takeover of the Sevii Islands was a quick and easy one. My restless men, who had now become hybrids and were now salivating to use their new powers were able to whet their appetites, and kill, steal, and rape to their heart's content. Not too many people survived our attack on the Sevii Islands, and those that did were forced into servitude, whether it be the women in our harems or the men building our ships.

And those ships were coming along quite nicely. Twin battleships designed by Tiantus Hale, our Chief of Sciences, named the Seatooth and the Seafang, were each 10% completed. Our shipyards were bustling, as the indentured servants and Engineers alike worked on our military ships.

Another pet project of mine was building supply tunnels under the Sevii Islands, connecting them all with well-supported tunnels. This would make transporting military goods easier if we were under attack, and retreating easier as well. These were 10% completed, however, we had a lot of tunnels to dig and support, which would make this a rather arduous task.

At the most recent meeting of the Captains, the consensus of opinions was to go to the neighboring Sevii Islands and steal their military vessels. This would be cake, since they were only be protected by zombies. Elite members of Team Aqua and the Order of the Gear alike had been chosen for this task. I lusted for blood as well, so I decided to go. I believed most of the soldiers would be taking a transport craft, but I wasn't sure. I was going to get there in style, namely, my personal jet, the Purple Twilight I, escorted by the All Clown Squadron of Fun, my elite airmen.

This was going to be fun...

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 10% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 10% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 10% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]

[Lusitania]

Cullen
Dr. Robert Schlakior
Jubilife City
SavisTech Abandond Lab
Post 2

In the Laboratory, there were a plethora of chemicals, papers, and varying other knick knacks and test tubes. While Robert was shuffling through the papers, looking for Trevor's disassembly theory, hed stumbled across a most fascinating report, or serie of thoser thereof;

10-15-2003

The CDPA capsules idea has been thought up by a foreign scientist. The idea is that through isolation and administering of the capsule orally or through an injection, the Pokemon could become immensely more powerful, speeding up the evolution process, If we made a buisness out of selling Pokemon enhanced with CDPA, the entrepeneur could make millions. Personally, this would have to be done through the government, but , that is simply to be expected.

01-21-2004

The first CDPA capsule has been finished, and all ingredients and processes recorded and backed up on and off site. If this works, the Pokemon black market could quadruple, hopefully, this will not happen. Dr. Mior, who is the foreign scientist who created the CDPA-

"Mior, this is all your fault, and I trusted you," muttered the doctor before continuing the records.

Dr Mior, who is the foreign scientist who created the CDPA capsules, has a perfect test subjects, a Totodile, just hatched. Hopefully, the CDPA capsules will work perfectly, like Poke-steroids

01-26-2004

Oh, It's terrible. When the Cdpa was adminestered to the pokemon in a gas form, the human in the testing area were turned into disgusting mutants. even worse, the totodile was gone. Next time, we will inject it.

02-04-2004

The CDPA worked perfectly, the Totodile is now a powerful Feraligatr, unfortunately, try as we must, we haven't been able to cure the scientists who were affected by the CDPA. We must convince ourselves that it is permanant.

03-04-2004

We've since administered CDPA to ddozens of Pokemon, and better yet, we've been able to make a CDPA resistant suit, which lets us administer CDPA to hundreds of Pokemon at once, since Pokemon, for 30 minutes after the immediate injection, have samples of CDPA in their breath, which is why we've been using the mutants, er, Hybrids for the injections.

05-13-2006

We've come up with a way to give humans a drug to fight off the CDPA, which might be very useful, when you think of the fact that the suit we use currently costs immense amounts of money to make.


07-21-2008

Oh, it's terrible, there's been a fire in the building. We lost all of our anti-CDPA drugs and research. Thankfully, our CDPA suits are also fire resistant. We'll have to go back to the old method.


"So, there's only anti-CDPA drugs, and reversal is impossible, sad. Well, at least I know they have all the chemicals to make the drugs. Well, I better go find Trevor," said robert to himself, walking out of the laboratory, and into Jubilife city.

[KOR]

Alex “Alpha Gray” Woerner
Team Aqua
AMS Deathwing

Alpha Gray had only recently returned to Aqua. Of course only to Raidon and a few select others had he actually “returned.” To the other soldiers of Aqua, he was an “old friend” of Raidon’s that had military experience. Many people secretly questioned who Alpha Gray really was. He covered up his entire body, except his two eyes. Whether he was a hybrid or human, they didn’t know and they would never find out, or that was the idea. If Alpha Gray was revealed to be Alex Woerner, the soldiers of Aqua would certainly mutiny or rebel, since they had been lied to.

Some wondered how Alpha Gray was just given his position with no outer way of proving himself. All the troops relied on was Raidon’s word. It wasn’t like they distrusted Raidon, but when someone as mysterious as Alpha Gray showed up and given a position, it made it look like a secret was being kept from them. Alex didn’t care or even think about it. He simply did his job. He rarely left his quarters on the Deathwing except to train and check on his new Psychic Suit, a project that would make Alex’s combat armor useless.

It was a powered exoskeleton, designed to suit and be compatible with Alex’s hybrid abilities. It would only have a single cybernetic eye. It would enhance his maneuverability. The suit would be linked to Alex’s body through several wires that would go straight to his brain. The suit would accelerate the way his nervous system worked, allowing him to react quicker and with more precision. It would also be able to adapt to Alex’s ability to change his Speed, Normal, Attack, and Defense form. The concept and development had started even before Alex got back. With Alex back now, testing could start. He reluctantly left his quarters and as he walked down the halls of the Deathwing, he got his fair share of stares and glares.

He headed into Tiantus’ lab where his suit was being built. Tiantus wasn’t working on it, but his underlings were. Thankfully, Alex didn’t need to reveal his identity to those working on the suit, in order to run the tests. They noticed his arrival and had a stiff, uncomfortable metal chair waiting for him.

“We need you to get in the chair so we can test the helmet with the wires to get a proper connection.”

Alex didn’t’ answer and moved into the chair. The cybernetic helmet began to move over his head and everything was black. Wires had attached themselves to several areas of his head, which would send impulses to his brain. The wires were linked to the suit, and the brain and suit would combine to give him vision. When it had turned on, he could feel his brain stimulated by the pulses, and the area around his head lighted up. It was only the head unit and it was powered by a machine separate from the suit, he could see from the cybernetic eye. There was a series of claps when it had finally worked, but it was only vision, Alex thought to himself. It was about as useful as his two eyes. He guessed even the smallest accomplishment was still an accomplishment after all.

The helmet was turned off and taken off. He was given clearance to leave. He was given word that already, Aqua forces were assaulting the Orange Islands in order to hijack its military assets. Alex threw out a pokeball and hopped on his Salamence. Before he left an Aqua soldier had run up to him and he waited to hear what he had to say before flying out.

“Alpha…uuh…Gray sir, you’ve been given a wrist PDA to monitor Aqua’s projects. You can request your own and look at others if you have the clearance. But you are an Order of the Gears member, so you should have access to everything.” He handed him the wrist PDA, which Alex latched onto his wrist and took, off with no words said. He didn’t even ask the soldier his name. He began to head towards the Orange Islands.

Projects

Psychic Suit 1.0 1/12

[Lusitania]

Robert Schlakior
Cullen
Jubilife Plaza
Post 3/20 Long distance vapor reacher to prevent humans to mutate or LDVRTHTM

Robert truely was amazed at what had happened to Jubilife. A once beautiful, vibrant city, where civilazation flourished, and smiles were common, and it seemed that the sunny days would never stop, reduced to this. There were barely any people in this town now, and the ones that were here were not human at all, they were all hybrids, hybrids which, smart they may be, may or not be crazed by the sudden metamorphosis. It must be hard to deal with under going a life changing, permanant mutation, looking in the mirror, seeing an unfamiliar face. But that was of unimportance, he needed to find Trevor.

And find Trevor he did. He found him in an all around attack by several dog-type Hybrids.
"Use your Pokemon, Trevor!" he exclaimed, and Trevor sent out Mighteyena, andremembering his winfs, flew overhead, out of reach of the Hybrids. Robert then sent out his Numel, and decided to join in the fray. He jumped in, getting scratched, the Geodude DNA assisting him in not getting killed. The Numel, Mighteyana, and two scientists managed to fight off the Hybrids. "Trevor, I found something. There is no cure for CDPA, but you can prevent it, c'mon, we need to go back to SavisTech."

SavisTech

"See, this was probably written by one of the scientists. The CDPA was created by Dr. Mior, my colleauge, but we'll have to create a rough drug that may or may not be able to prevent the CDPA reaching to the other regions. I think with his help, and the others at my old hospital, we may be able to make a machine that can spread the finished drug in a vapor form, and keep other humans from being mutated,"

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "And I was watching some good dub One Piece..."
Graffiti
Phenac City, Orre

Mala walked down the long hallway of the Phenac City Airbase. She couldn't help but smile that at one point of time that this building was once owned by a private company and now Graffiti owned it. SHe found it amazing that money can speak so loudly . Mala laughed at the thought and knew that this was going to be a good day.

"So you sure you want to do this," asked a blonde young lady. She wore a all black jump suit and had clear blue eyes. A pair of twin pistol were on her side.

Mala smiled and said, "Of coarse. The idea is so genius that really it has to be done. Who else would think of such a thing. You not scared are you Anna?"

Anna smiled back and said, "No way. If I showed that I was scared then my men would get scared too. We can't let that happen now can we?"

Mala laughed and said, "Yes. With a few good men with us and some good wits we can do anything right?" Mala then looked at her watch and said, "And look at the time. We better hurry now."

Mala then felt a buzz and at once place a bluetooth headset to her ear. She then said, "Hey hey. Mala here."

"Hey Mala, it Sean." said the voice on the other end. The voice sounded a bit digitalized.

Mala smiled and said, "Oh goodie. I was about to talk to you. What is going on?" Mala then grabbed a locket of her red hair and began to play with it by wrapping it around her fingers.

"I was able to locate many of the things you need. It wasn't hard. Some of them were easy to find and I place them in the plane you are going to take. All you need to do is just follow your design and they should be good to go." said Sean. Some static could be heard in the background.

Mala smiled. She knew that Sean could always be count for to do things for her. Mala may have only seen Sean a few times but those times that she hasn't seen him prove enough that the porygon hybrid was bundles of fun.

Sean then spoke, "So you are really going to Orange Islands?"

Mala looked puzzled and said, "What you think? That place is covered in hungry zombies and angry whatever else is there! Surely one has to be mad to go over there. It is almost a living death trap."

"So that means you are not going?" asked Sean.

Mala laughed and said, "Nope. Big guy approved of me going. LIke he does everything else. Really I don't know if big guy did or not but really. Freedom and all that Graffiti stuff. What? You disappointed?"

A small chuckle could be heard as Sean said, "Not really. Just wanted to know was all." There was then a paused and said, "Anything you wanted done while you are away?"

Mala shrugged and said, "NOthing really. I do have one thing but that depends." She then pulled out her pink PDA and moved things with her finger on the touchscreen. A picture of a capsle was seen on it. Mala then said, "Going to send you something. Prepare some stuff for it will you?"

Sean didn't say anything and then a ding was heard. Sean then said, "I just downloaded it. Intresting. I like it! Ok. I see what I can do."

Mala nodded and said, "Thanks sweetums. Got to go!"

Mala then looked at Anna and said, "So off we go?"

Anna nodded and said, "Yes. All is ready. We are going to leave this place on a heavy armored plane to Orange Islands. Once there we do what we need and take some of the leftover fleets from the Orange Island defense to carry our load."

Mala nodded and said, "Yeah. I don't want to be crush up with the cargo. We got better things to do then that."

Mala took the stairs to the top of the building. She couldn't wait to get to the Orange Islands. Things in Orre have been a bit peaceful for a long while and she didn't really mind but it was boring. Shooting up some zombies would rid of her of that bored. Heads flying and morns were enough for Mala. Still she had an idea to do while there. It was crazy but then again people did say she was crazy. Mala just knew that once in Orange Islands that things would become very intresting.

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- Abandoned SavisTech Building, Hearthome City

If I was killed right now and thrown into the bowls of Hell at this very moment, I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Hell, I don’t know if anyone would be able to tell the difference. Sinnoh, I scoffed at what it used to be. Whenever that CDPA crap was released into the air, they basically screwed the rest of the world. They should’ve tested its side-effects on humans too, and maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this.

My claws suddenly lashed out and they ripped through the upholstery of the chair next to me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my self. Focus on the mission , I dug through the bookcase in front of me, searching through journals and scientific logs, taking the ones that looked promising enough and shoving them in my bag. I had to be careful; my claws could easily pierce the covers and tear the pages that contained so much valuable information. The mission at hand was to take as much information from SavisTech as possible. I could hear my beautiful Umbreon, Nightflare, growling with impatience. I couldn’t blame her, this wasn’t a very interesting mission, but I was only a grunt. I had no authority, hell, I hardly had a name.
Suddenly, I thought I heard something move and I yanked out my AK-47, holding it ready to fire. It was only a draft rustling some papers on the floor. Damn, I was freaking paranoid.

<Can we get out of here now?> Nightflare growled softly, her markings glowing in the dimly lit room. I sighed and ignored her. Leafing through one final book, I threw it in my bag and motioned for Nightflare to follow, what I had just gathered could be extremely powerful assets for the CDPA weapon in development. The world didn’t stand a chance, Team Aqua was going to rule and Raidon Makoto was the one at the top of the game.

Days I still wondered exactly where I had come from. Dwelling on certain thoughts wasn’t something I did much, but it still brought up questions. I shook my head and looked out the small window nearby.

It’s getting darker outside, better get moving , I thought to myself, noticing the sun sinking in the sky. I wasn’t spending all night in this waste dump. <Nightflare, let’s leave now,> I said to her. She happily obliged and I charged up a Giga Impact. What? I wasn’t going through the trouble of going to the door. Aqua rule number one, always believe in overkill. That’s exactly what I was doing, overkilling. I blew through the wall and dashed through the streets.

The world was my playground.

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Hey, gets ‘em done faster. And hey, I’ve always been able to read minds. I just usually keep quiet about it. :P

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
En Route to Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

I didn’t expect to see much once we hit Pummelo Island. My Flareon had been itching to make a barbeque out of some idiot ghouls, and for the last ten sessions, my AK-101’s only been shot at the range. Besides, I was curious as to how absolutely screwed up the Orange Islands were right now. It was estimated we would be arriving during the day, making it even less likely to run into mindless zombies. It was predicted they might be on the ships themselves, hence the bringing of a Team Aqua SWAT team along. I’d love to see those freaks try and get through reinforced armor and police riot shields while getting their faces ripped off with combat shotguns.

That was for them to enjoy. My job was to get those big metallic behemoths up and running, regardless of how much hotwiring it needed. Good thing to know was anything I had to dismantle could be easily rewired once we brought the ships home.

Construction on the AMS Seafang and AMS Seatooth was going steadily, but what we really needed was a highly advanced naval armada, and fast. Once Pummelo had been raided, Valencia would likely be the next target, and we would then move through all of the islands until the Orange Islands forgot what naval ships looked like.

Meanwhile, the CDPA was being created for multiple weapon forms. Since CDPA infection was ridiculously easy, creating it as a liquid injection was possible. Any tranquilizer dart could do the job, but we needed something with a greater range than that. CDPA could also work in gas form, exactly how Sinnoh turned into a Hybrid zoo, and is taking Orre down that same joyride. The substance was very dynamic, but it needed to be handled carefully. SavisTech had been too stupid to test the reaction to humans, and I was convinced the slightest bit of mishandling would result in the CDPA setting off. Definitely needed to keep that in mind when I was making these knew CDPA bombs.

As we moved closer and closer to Pummelo, I was expecting good things ahead for us.

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship – 3/20
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 3/20
CDPA Weapon – 2/25

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "I so want to get this post done fast. MOre One Piece"
Graffiti
En Route to Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

Mala was now in a large airplane that had a colorful bottom. She was busy at a table with a map to her side. Still she wasn't really caring about that. Mala was busy making good use of the stuff that Sean had dropped off for her.

Mala felt that she was very well prepared. She had tons of explosives with her and guns. Mala had no idea who useful guns will be on a zombie since really there was nothing there to shot. It be like shooting at dirt. Mala guess there was always the head but that means a good aim in the brain. Mala smiled thinking that it would be fun anyways to try.

Mala took a quick look out the window and was just blue. She knew that soon they would hit Orange Islands Airspace and land on the once tourist trap island called Kumquat Island. Mala could see it now, the once white sand beaches where people once went to relax on were now covered with zombies. Kumquat would be Graffiti's place of rest since there is a military base there to chill and figure out the old battleships that were there and tons of zombies. Both was needed to make sure that this mission is successful.

Mala then grabbed a magnet and looked at the blue pompom on the table. Mala then grabbed a screwdriver and said, "So do you need any help with the base or not?"

Anna looked at Mala and said, "Oh we are going to land on at the base. Or that is the plan. It should be high enough so the zombies don't get to us."

"Yeah." said Mala with a smile. She was half paying attention to what she was working on.

"Still we are afraid that there be zombies inside the base." said Anna.

"Yeah." Mala countinue to work on her pompom looking weapon as they flew towards Kumquat Island.

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D Department, Nameless HQ

"This just might work."

Kirov was staring past the glass screen at the weapons testing range impassively. Besides him several engineers were busy gathering data.

Out in the field was something like a lightning rod with coils wrapped around it. As Kirov watched, blue arcs of lightning arced from coil to coil towards the tip of the rod. The electrical energy surged out from the rod and arced towards an 8-inch thick sheet of steel armor, the kind used on battleship hulls.

The electricity arced through the sheet and safely into the ground. Where the lightning had struck the steel plate was a large hole, ringed with molten metal that dripped slowly to the ground.

"Yep, it definitely works."

Kirov glanced at the engineer. The first test of their magnetic direction system had gone without a hitch. Textbook. That is, if the invention of anything new could be put in a textbook.

The technique had already been invented by nature. Electric Pokemon used it regularly. But this was the first time Man had been able to reproduce it with his own technological prowess. And the massive electrical generators of Man could produce far more electrical energy than any Pokemon could ever manage.

"Excellent," Kirov remarked, his face utterly blank. Looking at him, one would never feel as though he regarded it as excellent. "Let's start mounting it on the ship hulls, then. And hurry up with the miniaturization. We need to be able to carry these."

Mounting electric weaponry on ships was either absolutely insane, or stunningly brilliant. Certainly it was extraordinarily dangerous, and not just to the enemy.

If used properly, these Stingray assault craft could take out even battleships. Assuming of course, they got in close enough. Tesla technology's range was still very limited.

"Continue," Kirov ordered. He spun around on his heel and walked out.

Projects
Stingray Tesla Assault Craft: 1/15
Portable Tesla Cannon: 1/10
Cryocopter: 1/15

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

From the distance, I could already tell Pummelo Island was becoming a cesspool, and would probably look even more like one in time. Regardless, it was quiet now during the day, but we had exactly five hours to work with before dusk came around and the zombies would start waking up. Hopefully this wouldn’t even take half the amount of time, but we were prepared in case things became a pain in the ass, which happens.

The OIN Commander, the OIN Taskmaster and the OIN Triumphant were the three battleships in question that we were hoping to haul home. Meanwhile, the OIN Patriot and the OIN Predator were the two cruisers that would be better off in our hands than rotting away here.

Once the landers had arrived on the shores, we quickly made our way to the Pummelo Navy Base. Getting into this place probably would have been hell if there were any actual humans on guard behind the massive stone walls, barbed wire fences, and gun turrets. Still, blowing apart the front gate only took a few charges of C4 and we had a nice enough of a hole to get in there.

Inside, it looked like the base had been in full operation before the Task Subjugate missiles castrated the Orange Islands alive. The payloads of missiles looked sweet, so while SWAT was busy cleaning out the zombies and my teams were busy hotwiring these ships, we sent the engineering crews to load on as much supplies as they could. Whatever couldn’t be loaded on had to be destroyed. I didn’t want anyone else picking up this stuff and using it against us.

It was expected that the battleships and cruisers would be offline at the moment. Chances were good they were out of fuel, and that also meant the generators couldn’t be powered. While the work crews were using the last of the naval base’s remaining fuel supplies on the ships, the SWAT crews got to work on ripping apart the zombies that were in the ships’ lower decks. While the munitions were being loaded on, I got a rough estimate on what we would be able to carry, and what we wouldn’t. We were able to carry 25 of the 30 Tomahawk missiles, and 50 of the 75 Apache missiles, provided with the space we would have on board. The rest, I was already preparing to wire with explosives, which once detonated, would probably blow this entire naval base to pieces. Five Tomahawk Missiles rigged with explosive warheads detonated by C4 would definitely cause one hell of a bang. I was very tempted to wait until nightfall, right when the zombies came out. That way, I could laugh as I blew them all apart into fiery pieces right at that precious moment. And I would have made that my desktop wallpaper, if the current one I had of the systematic assassination of the Sevii Island’s leaders wasn’t so funny to look at.

I had rigged up the first of the missile payloads while Team Aqua SWAT reported only a very minimal presence of zombies in the ships. According to their findings, human flesh was non-existent in the ships themselves, so there was no reason for zombies to be there other than the darkness. And once we had the power in the ships back, they would be too blinded and paralyzed by the light to even think of attacking back at us.

Team 2 would soon be arriving to seize control of the OIAF base, which had all of their planes. Their job was practically nothing in comparison to ours. All they needed to do was ship over a few hundred pilots, hijack the planes, and fly them home. Hell, I doubted they would even need to refuel them.

Four and a half more hours until nightfall… I was sure we could get this done with no problems at all.

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship – 4/20
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 4/20
CDPA Weapon – 3/25

[SuperBoy]

Art Miller
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

The fear of death was quite horrific. One couldn't fathom the pain that another had to go through after a loved one had perished. It was unknown, more likely it would never be known, and Arceus wouldn't dare ask how it felt. I knew the painful feeling, the sheer amount of depression and sorrow that flooded the gates of peaceful memories. It didn't feel good, not at all, but after seeing a couple hundred corpses, you get used to it.

The sky was dark and the the massive clouds gave a morbid feeling. Silence blanketed the surrounding area and the breeze went on with its own business. This place was different though. The jet black leaves on the trees didn't sway with the wind, not once, and the dry fields of dead grass had no life. It was as if time itself had come to a sudden halt and the Apocalypse was near. This wasn't anything to toy around with, and honestly, this made Murhe seem a little bit more decent to wander in.

<Don't make me look you in the eyes...you know how I feel about that, Art.> Froslass mumbled, slowly beginning to shiver in a state of broken fear. <Can we please end this session?>

I slowly began to tap my pale fingers on the arm handle of the steel chair that I was sitting in. Metallic shackles kept me bound to the chair, and miniature flames ran down the side of the chair, keeping distance away from my tattooed body. Sooner than later, I lifted my head, peering into the eyes of my Froslass. A small chuckle came afterward and just from that Froslass received her answer to her question.

<You should know me by now, Fros...> I exclaimed. <I never retreat.>

Hesitation filled the eyes of Froslass as she slowly lifted her head and began to focus her vision with mine. Quickly, she began to glow with a neon blue color and peered even deeper into my mind. The area around us began to phase in and out, with the environment changing into an even darker mood. The glowing moon soon turned into a crimson red star, with the sky painted in full-fledged graffiti.

Suddenly, zombies appeared all around us, vomiting, feasting on each other, and even sawing off each others' limbs. This was what I knew; not death, but torture. Pure torture. I had become so used to it that it no longer frightened me. This was my way of life, the way I had transformed Orre, and the way that we would take our world back.

<Art, please!> Froslass screamed, with crystal-like tears beginning to trickle from her elegant eyes. <Please!>

Without much haste, I rose my forearms, breaking the chains and shackles that held me into place. I took a few steps forward and rested my pale hand upon Froslass' head, feeling her shake in chaotic fear. Then, without much effort, I raised her head, making sure that we both faced each other, and in result, Froslass let out a chaotic scream.

And then...we were back.

There I was, standing in the vacant room full with Graffiti and immoral forms of perversion. I peered downward, noticing Froslass on the floor still shaking, but slowly coming back to her senses.

<This is Graffiti; not some child's playground. Learn to overcome the experience and get over it...> I said, exiting the room and leaving Froslass on the cold, gum-filled ground.

Graffiti wasn't a joke; it was my accomplished work. If you couldn't handle the tasks that came with the job, you wouldn't survive. That was fact. Taking my mind off Froslass, I knew one thing was clear.

I had my work cut out for me. I was Art; leader of Graffiti, and everything would be fine under my control.

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Engineering Facility, Nameless HQ



As the sparks died down, Zane lifted his welders mask. "Whoooo, the skeletal structure is finished." said Zane as he tested some wires and the engine began to rumble. Zane walked out of the room and sat down at his desk. He picked up the blueprints for the Mercenary. Just as he picked them up Martha walked in.

"Hey Zane what 'ya doing?" she asked in her preppy voice.

"Just working on the Mercenary. Hey, wheres Charlotte?" asked Zane.

"She's out getting some groceries, well I have to ge going now." said Martha as she marched out the door.

"Well, I have her out of my hair." said Zane as he got up to get on the computer. He opened up a program which he was using to digitally image the Mercenary. He began working on the outer structure of it. The basic idea was a motorcycle with protecttive covering on it. Sort of like a bullet. It is shapen like on, with a door in the side so you can get inside. It has a clear plexiglass rectangle in the front of it. He was starting to begin the details of the under the bullet covering.



Projects
Mercenary [1/15]

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Four episodes and three RP post before Life Night. Nice"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

The plane landed on top of the Kumquat Navy Base. If one could look from the top of the building then they could see one of the Orange Islands cruisers. Mala got out of the plane and guess that she may have not finished her new weapon but it be fun anyways to come back to it later.

"We need to make sure we can get this done before sunset. Once that sun goes down then it be hard to fed for ourselves." said Anna. She had a group of fifteen with her.

Mala nodded. She then looked at the men and said, "We are going to divide up into groups of eight. One group is going to head off and look at the ship. Get it started up. The other group is going to come with me. Our goal is to collect as many zombies as we can. Try to kill the less amount that you can. Use any pokemon you have Thunderwave or any electric attack. HEck you can even ice them! If they get mean then shock them even more!"

Anna then stepped forward. "Yes. You heard her. One group come with me. We get the ship cover. The other half are collection zombies." She then looked at Mala and said, "Ready when you are."

Mala smiled and said, "We are going together then spliting up. I am sure this place has some that will be great to start out with. I am sure that a lot of these zombies are not smart enough to climb a wall."

The group nodded and at once Mala released her Rotom and Electvire. With one hard kick, the door was down and the group busted into the formal ORange Island Kumquat Navy Base. They ran down the hallways but it wasn't before long they spotted some zombies.

Mala at once ran forward with a smile on her face. She then pulled out her gun and aimmed it at the zombie's chest. Mala then smiled and said, "Die!"

The bullet was shot and went into the chest of the undead. The zombie morned and began to shuffle closer to Mala. The cheerleader dressed girl smiled and said, "Now that was stupid. I mean those stupid zombie movies got it all wrong!"

"You need to shot them in the head!" yelled a person of Anna's group.

"I thought Mala said we were going to capture them." said another.

Mala smiled and said, "I know that. I just wanted to have some fun." Mala then looked at the group of zombies that had appeared before them. THey had hungry looks on their faces as they began to decend upon the living group.

"We got some behind us too." said another person.

"Hurry and get them!" yelled ANna.

A zombie was coming close to Mala but then her smiling Rotom appeared before her to let loose a surge of elecirtcy to stop the zombie and his friends in their place. Then charging forth was Electvire to do a fury of Ice Punches to cover them in ice. The zombies were not fast enough for the powerful punches and began to freeze.

Mala looked at the group behind her and saw they were able to do the same but with Ice Beams from different water type pokemon.

Anna then said, "Ok. Lets keep going."

Mala and her group ran down the hallway. Some more zombies had made their way but the process was repeated except Mala laughed instead of charging though. The zombies were left in blocks of ice and there was lots of time before the block was going to be thawed out. Before then they would load them on a ship and get out of this island then refroze again.

Mala knew that if they bring more then soon the plans for Operation Fresh was going to be done soon.

"Ok. We are here." said Anna looking fondly of Mala. "I guess this is where we split right?"

Mala nodded and said, "Yeah. You guys get that ship up and going. Once it is ready then come back and get our cargo. Load it up." Mala then looked at the people that were going to be in her group and said, "Now we are going on the town and let them know that Graffiti is here. Time to round them up!"

With that, Mala and her group ran out towards the exit of the navy base.

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D Department, Nameless HQ

Kirov was approaching the Cryotech section of the R&D department when he received a call on his cell phone.

"Akula here," he said, as he flipped on his phone.

"Hey hey, faceless brother of mine." Natalie's voice floated over the phone airily. "Just thought I'd tell you that I've got the V5 missile guidance system all ready to go now."

Kirov kept the annoyance out of his voice. "And you call me on my cell phone just to tell me that?"

"Well, no." Her voice suddenly became serious. "I'm really not happy with all this weapons stuff we're doing, Kirov."

Kirov rolled his eyes. It was only the fiftieth time he had heard Natalie complain about their job. Still, it wasn't getting on his nerves much. Yet. Despite all her quirks, he still loved his twin sister more than anything in the world. "As you've told me. Anyways, if you didn't want to make weapons, why did you join the Nameless Soldiers anyways? I assume you're not stupid enough to think their intentions were peaceful." It was an oft-repeated argument of an oft-repeated conversation.

Natalie's reply didn't fall away from that repetitiveness. "Devon Corp. bored me out of my mind, brother. Mostly all I did was make coffee for the senior programmers."

Kirov sighed. "Sorry, but I have to be going now."

"Bye," Natalie replied, and the phone line went dead.

Kirov put away his phone. Yes, he loved Natalie more than anything else in the world. But did she have to be so annoying all the time?

Projects
Stingray Tesla Assault Craft: 2/15
Portable Tesla Cannon: 2/10
Cryocopter: 2/15

[WorkThoseStripes]

Artemis Thana
Team Aqua
AMS Deathwing

I yawned. Honestly, I was tired of hearing my brother worry over his wife, who at this moment was on one of the many Orange Islands shooting at zombies. Every ten seconds he seemed to have concocted another horrifying death for the woman he had pledged his love for and he jumped at every sound. Seriously, a pencil dropped on the floor and he started screaming about spears and acid. Of course, I humoured him. I wasn't about to allow my brother to suffer her death a hundred times alone, especially after all he was doing for me these days. I reassured him, providing him with reasonable explanations as to why a plan could not have crashed onto her head and even, at one point, patted him on the shoulder with my gloved hand.

Renna, the girl who had willingly made herself slave to my brother, Ares, was unstoppable when it came to this kind of thing. I wasn't really sure about it, what gave her the thrill when she did it, but she seemed to have an irrefutable love for killing zombies. So, when word had got out that there were going to be zombies on the island where Team Aqua where rooting around, she'd already rejected the oncoming objections from her paranoid husband.

Ares wanted to go down with her, despite being admittedly "freaked out" by the zombies, but he had been able to because he needed to finish up on some late paper work. It still amazed me how one of his stature could fear anything at all. He was much taller than me and certainly more muscular. Most people didn't even dare to think about approaching him, who knew how violently he would react? Soft as butter though, my brother, expecially when it came to Renna. Then again, I realized as I informed Ares that trees did not fall down on people at random, that might be why he was scared of loosing his first wife. Most women ran away from it screaming, it was unlikely that another would come along who wanted to live with him forever. At this thought I patted his back with more sympathy than before.

As to why I wasn't down there myself with the rest of Team Aqua? I didn't really have what would be classed as a legitmate reason and I was certainly going to miss out on a paycheck, not that I was by any means short of cash. I guess all I could say if someone asked me was that it really wasn't my kind of thing. Explosives and justified thievery. No, I was an assassain at heart and, unless there was someone down there on one of those islands who deserved a good throat slitting, I was staying put up here in the Deathwing.

"What if she drowns?" he cried, looking at me in horror.

A lower ranked member of the Team Aqua turned to stare at him then in bewilderment. Honestly, Ares was going to completely wash away all the fear that he had built around himself if he wasn't careful. I shot the guy a dark look, something which is extra threatening from underneathe a dark hood, and he turned away nervously. That was that cleared up and, if I heard any rumours that Ares Thana had been crying I would sort them out. I didn't want any attention around us.

I turned back to Ares and frowned, "You know that the operation is taking place nowhere near the sea." My voice was slightly detatched, as usual, but that was because my mind was struggling to remain on what truly mattered.

I clenched my fists at the thought. A bad idea because my nails, which were certainly not human, dug painfully into my skin. No, I told myself suddenly, you are human. You're just ill right now and you will find a cure for this. No matter what people said, there had to be a way to put an end to this.

I couldn't live like this forever.

I wouldn't.

"What's wrong?" Ares asked, a concerned expression reaching his face as he ceased his ranting.

I turned away, embarassed and ashames. I was sure that he would understand, for he felt as badly about it as myself. We both shared the same prejudice against hybrids, we both hated those who had been cursed to live abnormally. Our relationship had survived, but only just, similar to how my sanity had only just survived. That I, his sister, had turned into the very thing which he had sowrn hatred to was a lot more than he could bear. It was even worse for me, that I was everything that I despised. But, we would rid me of this disease.

We would.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

Team Aqua SWAT had cleaned out most of the zombie filth while the crews were almost done refueling the ships. Meanwhile, I had rewired C4 charges and placed them on the missiles and weapons we didn’t need. I was pretty sure we could get the hell out of here before anything else went wrong, but I wasn’t about to push my luck.

After my charges were in place, I went to work on hotwiring the OIN Commander, which I realized was going to need more time than I thought. Out of all the ships, the Commander was in the best shape, so I decided to get to work on it first before the others. Regardless, playing around with the wires wasn’t the hard part. It was where the additional leads went to, and making sure I wasn’t killing anything important. As I realized, the layout manuals were useless, as these were totally different ships than what intel had expected.

“Captain Ashfield, looks like we have something here.” One of the Team Aqua crew workers reported to me on the AquaCom, “Looks like the schematics to some advanced naval warfare railgun the Orange Islands Navy was cooking up before they got toasted. Looks like they called it Codename Behemoth.”

“Gotcha.” I replied to him, “Scan the files and upload them to Tiantus. He’ll see if they’re worth reverse engineering, but chances are good we’ll be able to use them for something. Keep checking around there, we might be able to find more.”

Our shipjacking crew was having as much trouble with the OIN Taskmaster and the OIN Triumphant. I only saw it as a small set back, and even if we were caught in the dark with zombies running around, we had more than enough weaponry to rip them a few new asses to crap from. It was more of a patience issue than anything else, and mine ended a long time ago.

Status report I got after taking a break from the mess of wires and circuitry revealed that the Seafang and the Seatooth were already a quarter completed. Meanwhile, the CDPA weapon that we were planning to use as blackmail was coming along nicely as well. I could bet these jackasses wouldn’t suspect it, but they would face it if they refused to acknowledge Raidon Makoto as their new leader in prime.

We would make sure this new age came forward in Team Aqua’s name. And there would be hell to pay for anyone that refused to believe otherwise…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship – 5/20
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 5/20
CDPA Weapon – 4/25
Behemoth Railguns – 1/25

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Route 27 – Construction Site

The air was thick with dust. Oleander coughed softly within my arms, and I hugged him closer, cringing at the body heat that he radiated. The day was already scorching.

I leaned against the sleek ebony limousine, listening to the quick, low conversation of Sylvester Mancini and the head of the construction team beside me. My companion’s tone was serious, and I gazed beyond him to take in the sight of the brilliant orange tape that marked the area that would be built upon.

Sylvester and I had been rushed from our offices in Saffron out to this area early this morning, word of a recent substantial project bustling among those that flew us out to the middle of this grassland. It had been known for a long while now that our superior executives feared intrusion by Johto’s patrons. The adjoining region was very supportive of its Hybrid citizens, which I found extremely disconcerting and discomforting, as did the rest of Kanto. There was no telling what the government of Johto could pull in times like these, and seeing as the region was so close to ours, it was frightening.

I’d been told that there was talk of biological invasion: Johto sending some of its Hybrid barbarians through to our nation in order to transform some of our people into them, perhaps in hopes of said citizens fighting against the reigning Nameless Soldiers rule. Seeing as Route 27 was the most commonly traveled road connecting Johto to Kanto, it was decided that a massive wall would be constructed. A road barrier to keep Kanto inside and Johto out.

I couldn’t help but fear that this might spark political turmoil between the two nations, for it would clearly display The Nameless Soldiers distrust of the controlling Cullen forces of Johto. But then again, I wasn’t here to make decisions. Sylvester and I were simply taken out here to supervise the work of the commoners.

We walked forward to examine the site further.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 1/15

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
Mossdeep Airport Terminal
People affected by this post: None
Abilities References: Sneak and Lock-pick, Small Firearms

I was safe. For the time being.

The bathroom was fairly sturdy, despite having windows, and I felt relatively comfortable. The groans and moans of the infected outside was unnerving, and the banging on the walls and windows was worrisome. I needed to find a way out so I could get away from this city, but there weren't a whole lot of options. Toilet paper wouldn't help, soap certainly wouldn't, neither would a "Wet Floor" sign.

"Looks like I'll have to be uncreative" I spoke softly to myself and opened my jacket, revealing a high powered Smith and Wesson Sigma with silencer. This thing could blow the heads off of anyone, so shambling humans shouldn't be a problem.

I slid a magazine into it and then cocked the gun. The satisfying 'click' rang out, and for a moment I swear that the zombies stopped their moaning. I let out a sigh of comfort and smiled. This was where I shone most brightly; with my gun in my hand against insurmountable odds. I adjusted my gas mask and then prepared.

I kicked down the door, and as a result, a few of the infected fell over too. Time seemed to stop for a moment (as it did when I entered combat, though I was really just thinking really really quickly) and I took count of what I had to do. There were three zombies on my left, one in front and two on the left. If I wanted a chance at getting through, my best bet was to take out the one in front and run for it. Though, that would be boring, so I decided to take the more exciting route.

Time began again and I slid under the hands of an over-excited one as he tried to grab me, followed by shooting the one in front in the head (which made a very satisfying popping noise) and tripping the over-excited one. I sprung up quickly and kicked the head off of the one that was now on the ground, dodging two that were trying to nail me from behind. "No problem." I thought. I spun around quickly and noticed that more had joined the hunt, if such a slow motion feat could be called that. It was no longer safe, and I began running to another hallway instead of trying to take on more than I could from this close.

After turning a corner, I slid the pistol back into it's slot in my jacket and pulled out my rifle. After three crisp shots, three satisfying pops, and three thumps, there were another few zombies on the ground. That still left five that I could see, and rather than wasting more ammo, I simply turned and exited the building.

The street was quiet and dark, and I slid myself behind a shambled stone wall for cover. I was careful not to attract too much attention to me, as there were many infected within hearing range of my footsteps. One behind a garbage can across the street, two under a flickering street-lamp, and a group of them making their way down the street away from me in open view. I'd leave those ones be. I took out my rifle, prepped a silencer, and then aimed carefully. I was likely to miss a few times with a silencer on a rifle, but it was better than being seen.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down the scope at the two under the street lamp. If the one on the right would take a step left, I could take them out with one shot, so I waited.

I few minutes passed with no movement, so instead I took a shot at the one nearest me behind the garbage can, shattering his head very cleanly. This, as I expected, caused the two under the lamp to move, thereby creating the perfect situation for me to take them out. One clean shot later, I was clear to move. Before I could, however, the comlink beeped and I heard a very familiar voice buzz in.

"Wesk, I need a status update." Aura Kennedy said cleanly.

"I'm making my way from the Slateport airport to the evac zone. It took you far too long to respond to my SOS. I expect it won't happen again."

"No sir. How much time do you estimate your arrival will take?"

"Thirty minutes, and I should be there." I replied.

"Alright, we'll have a chopper there in 30. We can only wait fifte--"

"I know the protocol." I said and I hung up the comlink.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Just finished Gurren Lagann Part 1. Epic.
IC:
En Route to Orange Islands
Purple Twilight I

With the Twilight fueled up and ready, I departed from the Deathwing a little bit later than the advanced forces. I wanted to get there at night, to see what this zombie horde was actually like. Enslaving zombies to do my bidding would be quite useful, so I'd like to fight them at their strongest.

Pushing the control yoke forward, I punctured through the sound barrier, as a large sonic boom had everyone on the Deathwing covering their ears. I saw the setting sun in front of me, as I went north to the Orange Islands, more specifically Kumquat Island, where the OIAF was located. The All Clown Squadron of Fun took great interest in acquiring their aircraft for our army, and as such, we decided to lift that as well as its ships.

The OIAF base would be much more dangerous, as it was on the mainland, and would be defended by all of the zombies. I licked my lips in anticipation, lusting for the blood of the living dead.

The OIAF had several aircraft. The Precision, high-speed aircraft were the Articuno-Class. The bombers were the Moltres-Class, the fighters were the Zapdos-Class, and the Air Superiority Fighters were called the Lugia-Class. Very few of the Lugia-Class existed, but they were the best of the best in speed, bomb capability, and dog-fighting. Reverse engineering these would surely increase the strength of our army.

Kumquat was in the distance, and I rammed the control yoke forward, increasing the speed of the Twilight...

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 30% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 30% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 20% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Engineering Facility, Nameless HQ



Zane walked into the weapons department of the Engineering Facility. He began sketching out some plans for said guns for the Mercenary. After he had finished skeching them, he began to work on the barrel. He had planned on something like a Chain Gun. Where it would turn and fire multiple rounds. He began by taking a sizeable pice of metal and began heating it. He bent it and brazed it together to the meeting point. He then took some pipes and placed them inside the barrel of the gun.

When he had placed them inside he began to work on the mechanism that would make it spin. Once he was done with that, he tested it on a dummy that was placed in thee weapons department. It was going smoothly and working perfectly.

Now he had to attach it ti the side of the Mercenary. He started by attaching the wiring in the gun to a control stick inside the cockpit of the Mercenary, then he built a prootective casing around the wires to keep them from being cut. After that he made it so the gun wouldn't shake uncrontrolably when he was driving the Mercenary.

And then, he was done! Now he just had to do the other side. He turned around too reach for some raw materials to start, but his hand grabbed empty table. He tookout his Cellphone and called Charlotte.

"Charlotte, I need ALOT of metal."


Projects
Mercenary [2/15]
Side guns for Mercenary [1/2] (Haulted)

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Route 111 Desert, Hoenn

They watched, their lips pressed firmly together as their team started reporting in from their assignments. Dugtrio was the first to return. He surfaced and gave a quick counterclockwise loop. There were no irregular seismic activities. Dusknoir appeared soon after, giving his characteristic sideways bob indicating no traces of lingering inter-realm activities.

Alakazam inscribed a message in the dirt with its spoon. It explained that no locals in the area immediately surrounding the target zone knew anything definitive relating to our goal. Lucario shook his head apologetically; no manifestations of their Aura, whether traces or otherwise.

“Once again, Neil, this outing has been a complete failure.” Nate muttered calmly.

Illiad, who could sense his emotions uniquely well knew this was a farce. He was emanating a feeling of impotent rage and impatience so strongly that she was practically shaking with anger herself.

“It is of little importance, Nate,” Neil said dismissively. He rubbed the neck of what was apparently a Salamence in a rather absent manner. “It seems as though it was simply a death in the usual manner that lead us here.”

They waited for a few minutes longer for Gengar to return. Finally, he materialized from the shadows of the tree before them.

Nate didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Well, were there any impurities; any unusual poisons?” his voice rang out impatient to get this visit concluded.

The Pokemon gave a barely perceptible shake: no.

“Then let us be off!” Neil exclaimed as they called all their Pokemon back into their respective Pokeball. All except two, of course.

Dusknoir needed to stay out in case there was another shift. They gave Ditto a pat on the shoulder; the command to take off.

“I have a feeling that our next signal will no be so mundane.” Neil muttered as they took off, smiling slightly.

Nate snorted derisively. “Yeah? Well I have a feeling that it will be the same thing it’s been every time for the last 3 years! A disappointment!” he spat out sarcastically, automatically shifting their weight in preparation for the flight home.

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In Progress

Operation Artifact: 5% [1/20]

[Lord Celebi]

OIAF Base, Kumquat Island
Orange Islands

I landed the Purple Twilight I on the landing strip of the OIAF Base as the sun had set over the horizon. I turned on the Twilight's flood lights, so the other pilots could see where to land. All in all, ten more jets and a Cargo-Copter full of trained pilots and troops landed on the strip. Once everyone was out, I began to speak.

"Gentlemen, I believe it is time we hijacked our ves-" I said, before being cut off, several low-rank zombies had seen the flood lights, and had surrounded us. I pulled out my twin katanas, as they ran towards us. I kept slicing and dicing, as the army continued to ram towards us. However, I made a terrible discovery; they didn't die. The decapitated heads rolled on the floor, biting the ankles of the troops.

Sheathing my blades, I grabbed my M12, lined it up with the head of a zombie that attempted to attack me, and shot it. The head exploded, sending zombie goo everywhere. However, that discovery came on the heels of another one; a big large, fat zombie came out of the distance, as one of the troops shouted, "BOOMER!" I cocked the shotgun, and shot it at the Boomer. His stomach exploded, covering us in zombie goo.

The zombies went berserk, running at us at extremely high speeds. I began to barrel chest them with the shotgun, knocking them back until my vision cleared. Once the goop had dripped off of my face, I could already see several bite and scratch marks on my arms and legs. My trenchcoat was torn at the bottom and the undead heads bit and tore at it. Besides liking the look of the torn blue flames, I needed to stop continued damage.

I cocked the gun again and shot it at the face of another zombie, exploding its head, "There are too many!" I shouted, shooting another. I realized I was out of rounds, so I reached into a pouch, and loaded the gun with incendiary rounds. I head-shotted one of the zombies, and his entire body was lit on fire. The advancing zombies were also lit on fire, as they ran around, screaming in pain from the flames.

I acted fast. Grabbing a bottle of booze from one of the soldiers and taking a shred of my trenchcoat from the floor, and lit it on fire with my lighter, and threw the Molotov Cocktail into the crowd of zombies. It exploded, lighting them all on fire, "That'll do nicely."

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 35% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 35% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 30% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

The work crews had given us the clear that all five ships were fully refueled. Meanwhile, our Team Aqua SWAT teams notified us that they were convinced the zombie infestation on each ship had been cleared out. The engineering teams were checking out the generators and reactors, but it seemed like damage was only very minor.

The hotwiring was taking much longer than I expected. I figured I was almost done, but if wasn’t sure. It was one of those things that I could be either very close to finishing, or I could realize all the way at the end that I did the entire damn thing wrong from the very start. I swore, whoever made the security on this tub must have been one paranoid little asswipe.

In an objective that I thought would have been clearly easy with no problem running overtime, we were looking at a possible defense against a zombie attack. Lloyd Hagen was busy trying to hotwire the OIN Taskmaster while James Rockwell was trying to pry his way into the OIN Triumphant, neither one of them getting any closer to completing their objective. I was getting pissed off at the stupid thing, spitting every curse I knew at the damn machine. Our work crews had tried to find where the keys were, but we already knew that they were likely with the captains, who were probably drooling all over their feet in some dark warehouse somewhere. Even if the zombies attacked, searching the bodies would be a serious waste of effort and time, and I was sure I would have cracked this damn thing by then. If not, I’d swear I’d chainsaw the whole thing apart.

As far as I was convinced, Team Aqua had no worthy adversaries. Every other nation was a pitiful excuse for an economy, and would have no choice but to submit to Raidon Makoto’s will. His face and his image was already being glorified around the Sevii Islands as a hope of change and future. And the people of Sevii were following it, so convinced that democracy fails at achieving any long-term objectives. I would have laughed more at it if democracy hadn’t had the chance to do as much damage as it did. Regardless, I already knew Team Aqua was the cure for that stupid mistake.

The CDPA weapon production was moving along smoothly. At that moment, R&D was looking into ways for using it as a warhead and chemical gas. Our only problems with this whole plan was Sinnoh and very soon, Orre. We couldn’t blackmail Sinnoh with something they had already been afflicted with. However, that was obviously what the ships were for, as well as the air force and the army. The beauty of the thing was, there were enough Hybrids in Team Aqua’s ranks to clear out Sinnoh and bend it toward Team Aqua’s will, and we all knew this would happen in time. Orre, it could be resolved either by striking fast or doing the same thing to Sinnoh. Either way, it would be easily resolved. And if CDPA bombs were not longer a threat, there were plenty of other explosives and chemical weapons that were.

Our Team Aqua engineering personnel replied with a positive check on the Behemoth Railgun schematics we had sent over. The teams were very convinced it could rip a through and though hole against most ship hulls, or totally obliterate land armored vehicles. The best part about it was the fact no one else would find these, only us.

Still, as the sun began to set, we needed to pick up the pace…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –8/20 (40%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 8/20 (40%)
CDPA Weapon – 5/25 (20%)
Behemoth Railguns – 2/25 (10%)

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "If rust is coming to Kumquat and I am on Kumquat...Hmm..."
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

Mala pointed at a group of zombies and at once sparks of Thunderwaves attacks were fired. The zombies let out a morn as they got froze by the electric attack. Soon ice attacks were shot and froze the decaying skin of the zombies.

Bullets were shot as Mala saw one getting too close. The zombie countinue to push forwards as Mala snuck her way and force her gun into the mouth of the zombie. She then pulled the trigger and blasted the brains out of the zombie. The zombie then fell to the ground.

Everything was quiet and Mala said, "That was fun! Lets do it again!"

"Well it seems like we got a good round up here." said the person in black. He then looked around to the four blocks of ice around them holding about three to two zombies a piece. "This is the second time we came across some."

Mala smiled and said, "Yeah and we only killed three of them too."

"You killed them." said a person.

"Who what now?" asked Mala looking at her gun with a smile and then at the person who spoke.

"Nothing." said the person who face was masked.

Mala then smiled and said, "Good." Mala then press a button on her bluetooth and called ANna on the secured network that Sean made for their group. "Hey Anna. How things going there?"

It took a while but ANna answered. "We got two ships up and going. The OIN Servent and OIN Slave we are working on. The other two ships, the OIN Prey and the OIN Foe are not something we can do today."

"Which one is close to being done?" asked Mala.

"The OIN Servent with the OIN Slave not far behind it." answered Anna. She then paused and said "Good thing we cleared this base of the zombies. I had some men go and check up on some of our frozen buddies and they were able to refreeze them."

"And you are making sure our work here is secured too right?" asked Mala.

Anna sighed and said, "Yes. I am following your directions to the moment." Mala smiled because she knew the Operation Fresh was going ok. Mala had no idea how depth Operation Fresh was but it was going to take a while with what they doing here being the first part.

Mala saw that some of her team had pulled out some Rhyhorns who were going to transport these zombies to the base. Mala then said, "We are going to send some nice zombies over to you guys. Ok?"

Anna replied, "Ok. That is fine. We countinue working here."

"You sound pleased." said Mala.

"Well we got some nice looking aircrafts here. Most of them are on either the OIN Slave, which is one of the bigger ship, or the OIN Prey which is same size." said Anna. "I just wish that we have notice the OIN Prey first but really it is ok. One big ship and one nice looking ship is ok. We come back for the other right?"

Mala nodded and said, "Yeah. The zombie picking here is nice and this is a nice place." Mala then saw that they were walking close to another pack and said, "Well I talk to you later. Try to secure some of those figthers too and we talk later ok?"

Mala then looked at her Electvire and Rotom and said, "Thunderwave those suckers!" Soon Ice Beams could be seen as Mala closed the communication channel.

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- Route 209

<Ugh, the prey in this area is meager, nothing good to eat,> Nightflare muttered at my side, and I could hear her stomach rumble. I rolled my eyes and gave her a look.

<If you’re that hungry go find a flock of Staravia and kill some, there’s hundreds around here,> I snapped at her. She growled, I knew she hated eating feathery Pokémon, but that was her problem, if you wanted to survive, then you ate what you could get and didn’t complain about it.

<I’m going to be stingy about it whether you like it or not!> Nightflare barked. I sighed and sniffed the air. There was a Bibarel around here somewhere, its scent strong on my nose. Okay, the meat was stringy and not very good, but it filled my empty stomach and gave me the energy to move on. I found it lounging by the water, along with it’s mate. I licked my lips involuntarily, and felt an instant rush of saliva build in my mouth at the sight of food. The male looked to be healthy, and the female appeared to be fit for a feast as well. I fingered my pretty pistol in its holster; it was begging to be played with, but not today. I had to save its ammo for a more dire time. Even my AK-47 was screaming ‘shoot me!’ but I couldn’t, as much as I wanted too. I pulled to Pokèballs off my belt and threw them on the ground, releasing my Pikachu, Sparkplug, and Hydro, the Floatzel.

<Sparkplug, you take the male Bibarel, I’ll take the female. Hydro, if they try fleeing through the water throw them back on land,> I commanded. Spark happily obliged as he charged forward and unleashed his Thunder attack. I ran forward, the dying sunlight fueled my Solarbeam, and though it struck home it wasn’t as powerful as I had wanted it. Hydro was in the water waiting for an escapee. I then charged forward and tackled my prey. I opened my mouth wide and bit down onto the arm of the Bibarel with a Thunder Fang, it shrieked in agony. I let go and jumped back, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. It was a wonderful taste. I howled and charged again with my claws swinging at the Beaver Pokémon relentlessly.

Sparkplug was doing well; his electrical advantage over his foe was working wonderfully. He threw in an Iron Tail at the last moment and it slashed through the throat of the prey, and killed it instantly. I growled with pleasure and focused back on my own prize.

The Pokémon had realized that its mate was killed and went into flight mode. It fled to the water where Hydro was waiting with a Hyper Beam attack. She was shot back out and I pounced, tearing the throat with my claws.

Oh, we would feast tonight.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: >_< I had not noticed that Mike was on Kumquat...
IC:
OIAF Base, Kumquat Island
Orange Islands

The smell of charred, dead flesh was omnipresent at our task force quickly decided how to best go about stealing these things. Setting up a map of the base on a card table that we had brought, I quickly assigned jobs, "Alright, we need as many pilots as we can to survive. Pilots; do not engage unless necessary. The soldiers are here to fight off the zombie resistance."

I looked around to see them acknowledge this, "We have an estimated twenty aircraft here, and about twenty-five pilots, so that's good. Delta Squad and Omega Squad will go and take the East and West Wings respectively. Lambda Squad is with me, and we'll take the main air strip. Acknowledged?"

"Sir!" They all said in unison. We quickly broke up into groups, as Lambda Squad entered the main air strip. It was dark, but we could make out the silhouettes of about ten jets. I smiled, as I directed troopers to begin to service the jets. I then looked around for a light. I felt around the wall, looking for a switch, until I heard a terrible moaning. Feeling around, I felt a zombified face next to the light switch. I flicked the switch to see a thin zombie woman wearing rags laying on the floor.

"Oh, sh*t," I cursed, "Its a Witch!" The Witch looked up at me and smiled. The moaning ceased as it sprang up into the air. One of the soldiers threw a Molotov cocktail at it, "You dumb sh*t!" I swore at him. Lighting a Witch on fire was stupid, since Witches are mostly resistant to fire and attack with its claws.

The Witch ran at me, clawing at me. I dodged, knocking over a barrel of oil. I dipped my blades into the oil, and then struck at the Witch, lighting the blades on fire. Smiling, I hacked and slashed, slowly removing the Witch's limbs from its body. First an arm, then a leg, then another leg, then its head. I then brought my heel to the head and smashed it open. The oil on my swords had burnt off by then, as I sheathed them.

I pulled out my PDA, and saw that the twin Battleships were both 45% complete, while the Supply Tunnels were 40% complete. With the Witch dead, we quickly got to work servicing the jets held within the hangar, as we could hear the zombie horde inside the building calling for brains...

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 45% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 45% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 40% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]

[skiboydoggy]

|OoC| Neo! You totally took my railgun idea! RAGE! :razz: Oh well, I can still make a Goldenrod Cannon, because it's just that awesome.

Yuki Akagane | Leon Etherlight
The Cullen
Etherlight Estate, Goldenrod City

A hundred one-handed push-ups with each hand, three hundred regular push-ups, fifty chin-ups, and generally far more exercise than any human had any reason to go through. Yet somehow, Yuki did not really feel that he was getting stronger at all. It was quite possible that by now, he was already as strong as his body's limits would allow, and that all the weight training in the world would be quite useless. Still, at least until he found another way, he would have to prevail, if only because he wanted to feel like he was doing something. Yuki Akagane was supposed to be the fang for those who had none, and yet here he was, hanging around at a friend's house, not even being a fang for his own sake.

There was so much going on throughout the world, so much suffering and even more potential evil. If he was to protect the innocent people of the world, he would have to find a way to bring an end to all this. The effects of the Intolerable Depression, the aftermath of the bombs, the hybridization, the zombification, all of that had to end. They were not things that would come of their own accord though, not at all. Somebody had to work for it, and amongst those people willing to step forth and do what was right, Yuki would be amongst them, leading the charge in the only way he knew how.

That was what it meant to be a fang, what it meant to be a hero.

"Heh. I know you're restless Yuki, but there's nothing we can do right now. Once this weapon is done, we can send you to Hoenn, but until then..."

"No, let's go now. I'm sure I can take any number of zombies."

"Some of them are dangerous, you know. Runners, Iguanas, Beasts, and Juggernauts. No matter how strong you are, one man can only take so many at once... Especially when you're only armed with a sword and throwing knives..."

"When the time comes to run, I'll do it. Besides, I won't be alone, not really. I'll have Marisa along, and you're coming to Hoenn too"

Leon sighed, knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to talk Yuki out of it. He was on one of his highs again, and the Etherlight vaguely understood why. For Yuki, his first instinct was to fight. It was always to fight. That was how he been brought up, not only to rise above any conflict, but to actively seek them out. The truest path to strength was through actively using it, after all. If one wanted to get better at the arts of war, the quickest way was simply through war. If Yuki wanted to be ready for his weapon, he only had to use it. More than that, breaking through the zombie horde on Hoenn and obtaining whatever data was left behind by Etherlight Industries, that was a step up for the forces of good in the world too. It was simply an opportunity that they had no reason to put off.

Their lives were the ante in this gamble, but then again, since when was it any different in a battle?

"I understand. Go get Marisa, she's sulking somewhere. I'll arrange a flight to Hoenn somehow. We should have a plane somewhere around here... Or maybe a helicopter..."

Yuki grinned widely and walked off, looking for the third member of their party. He had no intention of going deep into enemy territory without his support, especially since having her around meant expanding his combat capability to somewhere around ten times what it was when he was alone. Her ability to command Pokemon was astonishing, and she was good at taking care of injuries, invaluable in situations like these.

Not that he would ever admit how strategically important she was to her face, but that was another matter altogether.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 2/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 2/25

Yuki's Insane Training:
Strength Enhancement: 2/15

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Left 4 Dead ftw, rust. But if you wouldn't mind for the future...

Smokers = Iguanas
Hunters = Beasts
Tanks = Juggernauts
Squids (Aquatic infected L4D has no contrast for)

Thanks.

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

I had finally managed to successfully hotwire the OIN Commander, but Lloyd and James were still busy with the other two battleships. I wasn’t sure who the hell was taking care of the cruisers, but if no one was, damn, we were going to be here a while.

When I heard the faint sounds of gunfire, I knew the zombies were out and running now. Poor bastards had no clue what they were going up against.

“Don’t fight the bastards on the dockyard, get to one of the ships!” I shouted to the rest of the crew,
“We’ll have them hotwired in a minute, just get on!”

There was a lot of anarchy breaking out in very little time. I gave the wheel to one of the captains who had been assigned to drive this lug home, and pulled out my Dragunov Sniper Rifle to prepare to shoot these guys apart. I couldn’t detonate anything until I was sure these other Aqua grunts got onto one of the ships. Whatever was still inside those warehouses was forsaken, because when these charges were set off, the entire damn shipyard would become an inferno.

“Dammit, Ashfield, how the hell did you manage to do this thing?” Lloyd asked me on the AquaCom, “This damn system’s been pissin’ me off for the last freakin’ hour!”

“Green wire’s the common, run the third red and the third blue wires through the entire panel.” I told him, “Its not the yellow ones like I thought it was. I don’t know what the hell those are for but they’ve got nothing to do with the ignition.”

“Son of a betch.” He replied, “Now you tell me.”

They were still coming in hot, and all the firing of automatic weapons was making it hard to hear anything. Still, taking the Dragunov and taking aim at their heads, I shot them off one by one, but that didn’t seem to do much against the infestation.

“You people better get your asses on one of these ships now!” I shouted to the rest of them, “I’m blowing these charges up in one minute. If you’re not on, trust me, we are NOT heading back down there to get the smoldering remains of your dog tags!”

Hopefully that would give them a clue to get their ass on the ships and stop playing hero by blasting apart what was already easy enough to kill. More of them kept coming, but we managed to get everyone on to as least one of the ships we had. Anyone who didn’t make it on was probably dead by now.

As long as we had a little bit more time, pulling this off should go smoothly…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –10/20 (50%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 10/20 (50%)
CDPA Weapon – 6/25 (20%)
Behemoth Railguns – 3/25 (10%)

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Route 27 – Construction Site

As it turns out, the wall’s dimensions were set for 20 yards across and 3 yards high. This was to ensure that the entire road was covered length-wise. The forests on the edges of the street would keep vehicles from just going around the enormous barrier, and the sheer height would make scaling it very difficult as well. As far as Sylvester and I were aware, it would be composed of black wrought-iron, a foot thick in some places. It was decided that any sort of stone or brick could be easily dismantled by a good combination of Fighting or Water type attacks concentrated upon it, and so the second option seemed a lot more appealing.

“Wow. You guys sure have your work cut out for you, I’d say,” Sylvester muttered to the Head Construction Manager, Mitchell Swan, at his side, a bit of awe within his words. The rest of the construction team, a good fifty or more men, each donning overalls and thick work boots, scrambled about before us, some grasping pieces of metal, others lugging the welding tools toward the site of creation. It was slightly humorous seeing them hustle about so quickly, a resemblance to worker ants coming to my mind.

At that moment, Oleander burst into a deafening series of wails, tears instantly springing from his eyes, as though a faucet had turned on inside his head. I clutched my baby to my chest, innately bouncing him up and down as to calm his cries, though to no avail. The laborers looked up at me, some annoyed, some looking as though they wanted to question why someone would bring their child to such a dangerous work place like this.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized to nobody in particular, striding away in the direction of the limousine. Aggravation roiled within my head, but I really couldn’t blame the tiny boy for crying, what with the overwhelming heat of the day. I slid into the backseat of the automobile, relishing in the touch of coolness that the leather seats bestowed upon my skin. “Shh, honey, it’s okay,” I struggled to soothe my child, and his screams quieted to soft whimpering. I stroked the little tuft of blonde hair atop the crown of his head, smiling to myself.

“He really is adorable.”

I jumped at the voice, swiveling to see that Sylvester had followed me. “Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the car, and I instinctively slid aside to let him sit down beside me. He pulled the door shut with a soft whoosh.

“Look, Sylvester, you’ve already made your feelings clear. You don’t have to make an attempt; I know it isn’t in your interest, and I’m not going to try to force anything upon you –“ I was cut off, as the father of the unwanted child in my arms put his hands in the air. His face didn’t seem angry as it usually got whenever the topic arose, but it still had a cryptic expression to it.

“Fiona, you know how much is going on with the organization right now. I just don’t have time to be a father, and I don’t know the first thing about it, anyway. The world is in chaos at the moment. The last thing The Nameless Soldiers needs is for me to be dallying around with a kid; it would just be… stupid.” I knew this speech by heart. He gave it to me all the time whenever we talked about Oleander and how he refused to even recognize that he was the father to him most of the time. His excuses were ridiculous and unfounded, but I never told him that. The last thing I needed was for him to turn against me.

“I know, Sylvester.” I kept my eyes down, so that he wouldn’t notice the tears brimming at my eyes.

“Good girl,” he said, leaning down in expectation of a kiss. I pecked his cheek without thinking, even though the taste on my lips was like bile. I grimaced. He slipped out of the car, walking quickly back to where Mitchell Swan was barking out orders.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 2/15

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
Slateport City, Hoenn
Abilities Referenced: None
People Affected: None

I was but a few leaps away from the evac zone, and I could hear the helicopter in the distance. I had been able to sneak past most of the zombies, but there were a few that I ended up eliminating. It was easy, yes, but it also wasted ammo.

I holstered the handgun and wiped the dirt off my jacket. It was nearing morning, and I noticed that the majority of the infected had gone indoors somewhere. Allergies to sunlight was a side affect I hadn't witnessed in my lab tests. Maybe if I would have had a bit more time with the damn thing...

The helicopter was just overhead now, and it lowered a basket down to me.

"This is ridiculous." I waved the basket back up and motioned them to land. The pilot shook his head and lowered the basket back down. Again, I waved it up, but instead of motioning him to land, I merely pointed my rifle at the tail rotor. He seemed the get the message, and he landed, allowing me onboard.

"What's your name?" I asked the pilot.

"Antilles, sir." He replied, his voice shaken.

"You're fired as soon as you get back to HQ." I said coldly, and he didn't respond. This was already an annoyance of a day, especially with the lack of... power that I held in the situation. I felt angry, and cold. I thought about it, went over the scenario in my head over and over to try and determine what I could've done to better prepare myself, but everything seemed too unrealistic. To that end, I decided that I would better prepare myself for any other situation of the like. But how? I didn't know the weaknesses of the infected, as I had too little time to study the effects before Reiken managed to run off with it, and I didn't have any duplicate virus's. The only other virus I had at all was the WL-98, and that didn't show me anything about the infected that I was dealing with.

But maybe it could better prepare me.

A devious smile made itself visible in my mind, and I immediately called Aura to explain her next mission.

"Sir?" She asked upon picking up.

"Aura, I have an assignment for you. Codename it, 'Assignment Ada'." I waited for the typing on her PDA to finish, and then continued. "I need you to attain a sample of the vaccine AA-24 from AQUA's lab and send it to my room. After that, remove WL-98 from it's case and mix the two together." My hope was that when combined, the negative effects would be negated from the WL-98, but I would need to test it. The potency of the resultant drug could be devastating on the brain, but I wouldn't be Wesk Kieron if I didn't take risks. "Set up a lab station for me when I get back and make sure nobody disturs my room. Not room service, not officers, not somebody with a warrant. Not even Raidon Makoto himself. This will be a confid mission, so nobody can know what you're up to. I expect it ready by the time I arrive back at the Deathwing."

"Consider it done." She said, and hung up the comlink.

Aura was very easy to work with, and also got the job done no matter what. She was the kind of person that didn't ask questions, and I was the kind of person that answered unasked questions. We went together, and made a very deadly combination.

[Charizard Michelle]

OOC:

You mean Rust....

IC:

Mala Aspecto says "Do you want some tea rust?"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

It was now getting darker. Mala was smiling and heard somebody asking her, "Miss, it is getting darker. Should we be leaving soon?"

Mala smiled and said, "Oh just wait a bit. IT isn't too dark. I mean the sun is about to fully set. Just one more and we be done ok?"

Soon Mala's PDA vibrated and Mala felt the vibration. She smiled and said, "Now that feels good." She then pressed the button on her bluetooth and heard Sean said, "So about to leave soon?"

Mala sighed and said, "Maybe. Not sure. Why?"

"Well ANna just called saying she got the two ships ready to go. She got all things set and secured." said Sean. He then clicked his tonuge and said, "So we are waiting for you."

Mala sighed and said, "Well yeah. Almost. How the stuff for Operation Fresh is going?"

"Intresting. I am guessing this involves what you are doing there right?" asked Sean. He was chucking from what Mala guess was about her plan. She knew that Sean would have loved it.

Mala smiled and said, "Yeah. SOmething like that." She then saw that her men were going the opposite direction and Mala said, "Talk to you later. Tell Anna to keep on working till we get there." Mala then hung up and said, "What is going on?"

"We need to go back." said a person of Mala's group.

Mala sighed and said, "Ok."

Soon Mala heard running and at the last minute Mala moved out of the way to dodge the claws of a zombie that was going to attack her. Mala then jumped again and soon she had her two pokemon at her side. Electvire was growling at the zombie while Rotom was staring the zombie down.

"Its a Beast." said a person of Mala's group. "And there is a group."

Soon two others came. Mala said, "Ok. Give them a jolt!"

Thunderwaves were shot out but they missed. The Beast were moving around quickly as Mala jumped back again and threw two flash greades. The zombies were froze as they were overcame with the bright light. Mala then said, "OK! Now!"

More Thunderwaves were shot at them and two were caught while one was making it way. Mala at once was grabbed by her Electvire and could see that he was protecting her as he ran with her in his arms. Still that couldn't be said as two of Mala's men were caught in the attack. Their staryu and starmie floated away to avoid the attack.

Mala smiled and said, "OH! Nice! We need them." Mala then said to her electvire and said, "Drop me here. You guys. Surrond our friends here. Rotom, other side."

The others werent sure but guess they might as well do was Mala said. They soon surrounded the three Beast and Mala then said "Get them! Thunderwaves!"

Thunderwaves were shot all over the place as Rotom was leading them with his own. Some were trying to resist the attack but Mala and a few others had the idea of shooting them down to slow them down some more. Mala then yelled, "ICe Beams!"

The Thunderwaves stopped for a bit and then Ice Beams were being fired to freeze the Beast. They were then layered in Ice and unable to move. Mala then looked at Electivire and said, "Now that is good. Rest." She then smiled and release her charizard. Mala then said, "Hey there Char. Now lets fly." She then looked at the others and said, "You two." She pointed at the Staryu and Starmie and said, "Follow me and float around." She then looked at the others and said, "Flying type pokemon now. Some of you guys carry the zombies." She then looked at the starmie and staryu and said, "You guys. Freeze them incase they look like they are going to move." Mala then laughed and said as she got on her Charizard along with the others as they began to fly back towards the base, "That was fun. LEts get out of here."

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Route 27 – Construction Site

Finally have been given a minute to myself, I collected my thoughts, easily dispelling those of Sylvester. He didn’t want me. He didn’t want my son. I was going to have to learn live with that. I had to live with that. Instead, my brain drifted off into thoughts of its own, and I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the seat while Oleander fed from my breast.

A sudden vibrating hum sprang to life against my side, and I groggily flicked my eyes open, grasping the cell-phone from the strap at my waist. I flipped it open and pressed it to my ear, murmuring, "Fiona Tamblyn.”

“Oh, Fiona, good God, I’ve been trying to reach you all morning,” the voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely relieved, and I recognized it as a secretary at the Headquarters. She was a friendly woman… Incredibly ugly beyond belief, yet friendly nonetheless. “Look, you’ve been assigned to some urgent mission in Hoenn. Don’t ask me what it’s about; they won’t tell me anything. You’re just supposed to report to the aircraft we are sending you. What’s the nearest city to your location?”

I thought for a moment. On the Kanto side of the wall, it was nothing by a stretch of road for miles and miles, but I was almost positive that there was a small town only a few miles into the Johto side. “New Bark Town,” I answered, remembering the name of the quaint little village. “But, why are they sending me to Hoenn, isn’t it supposed to be overrun with those damn zomb –“

“Look, I don’t know anything. Just get to New Bark Town as quickly as you can; there will be a helicopter there waiting for you. Go alone, no other individual is authorized to get onboard with you. Got that?” The secretary seemed to be in a hurry, so I simply mumbled a “yes”, and then the phone clicked off.

I got out of the vehicle, clutching Oleander more tightly against me. I started toward Sylvester to alert him of my plans, but wasn’t sure if he ought to know where I was headed. I decided against it, extracting a single Pokeball from my waist. I tossed it before me, and it erupted in a brilliant flash of light. It seemed to steal the attention of the workers, and most turned to look as I climbed atop the Tauros that had materialized. The large steer creature was tall and bulky, it’s sienna fur soft to the touch. He snorted as my weight was applied to his back, but otherwise was silent as I steered him toward the road.

I witnessed Sylvester racing in my direction, his face splashed with confusion and a hint of anger. “Sorry, Sylvester, I’ll explain later!” I yelped, and then dug my heel into the Tauros’s side. In response, he galloped off in the direction I had intended, leaving the others in a cloud of dust.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 3/15

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Alright, if you haven’t read already, we’re not using my ripped off version of Left 4 Dead’s infected zombies anymore (yes, I’ll be honest, my names and ideas were ripped from the game!), just use the actual names themselves.

Left 4 Dead’s Infected Characters ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Left_4_Dead#Infected_characters)

Smoker (http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/left4dead411/smoker1t.jpg)
Hunter (http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/left4dead411/screenshots/hunter-close.jpg)
Boomer (http://gamesrevue.com/boomer.jpg)
Tank (http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t280/left4dead411/screenshots/tank-face.jpg)
Witch (http://www.hlfallout.net/images/content/t_image_36259.jpg)

There, I’m officially not denying anything. http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/Ultradyne/Pikachu%20Emotes/blush.gif

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pummelo Island, Orange Islands

Without a whole lot of options, I triggered the detonator. The Pummelo Island Naval base was instantly lit up like a flashfire, and I saw everything in front of me mutilated in split seconds. Entire buildings were ripped apart in a fiery holocaust, while the warehouses were all blown outward into pieces and twisted, flaming fragments.

“Hot damn, I finally got it!” Lloyd shouted to me on the com link, “Alright, now let’s get the hell out of here!”

It wasn’t very long until James had given me the same report. The battleships were set to go, and it wasn’t long until I had gotten confirmation that both cruisers had been broken into as well. We prepared to get the hell out of there with our newly acquired naval assets, but we still needed to be on lookout for any of the infected that tried to climb aboard in the meantime. SWAT was making one last go through every ship, but it was pretty clear we had everything.

“Areas secure.” The SWAT leader replied to me, “All clear, Captain.”

“Copy that.” I replied to him, “Be on standby, awaiting further instruction.”

We still needed to make it back to the Sevii Islands, but hell, the worst part was over with. I had damage estimates done on the ships, but they would generally be alright. Thankfully, zombies didn’t exactly pack any weapons with them that could damage ships. We just didn’t know how crappy of a condition they were kept in before we got here.

Still, as we managed to sail out of there, I had one thing on my mind…

Sure wouldn’t miss this damn place…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –11/20 (55%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 11/20 (55%)
CDPA Weapon – 7/25
Behemoth Railguns – 4/25

[SuperBoy]

Art Miller
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

For now, Froslass was officially off of my mind. She was currently weak and too light to handle the life-threatening obstacles that would surely come toward our path. She needed a massive amount of training, and the Invision Room was the best way to do it, but for now, I had many other things to attend to.

It wasn't until a few moments ago did I learn that Graffiti's second-in-command, Mala Aspecto, had traveled to the Orange Islands. For what reasons, I don't know, but most of the time she knew what she was doing. If she failed, it didn't really affect me, but in fact, made her look like a complete idiot. She wouldn't fail though. Whatever she was doing, she had a plan to do it right. Not for me, but for herself. I didn't trust her, nor did I trust anyone, but I felt that she would come back content with her accomplishments.

As of now, I had other plans. The world was in a state of ruin. War had come once more and has torn up the country with the aid of the Intolerable Depression. I tolerated it though, and it didn't really affect me. Before the Depression, many factions had thrived here in The Under, having no purpose or goals set for their lives. However, when I arrived, things changed, and dramatically. I was feared, known for my irrational acts of vile torture, and I would do anything to take the world back or whatever was mine. And since I felt that The Under, along with the whole region of Orre was mine, I formed Graffiti and took it back. This was my way of life; and I damn sure enjoyed it.

First and foremost, Orre didn't have an army; they had us. In a nutshell, we were Orre and we were fierce. We had a plan for everything, from defending ourselves to taking what we wanted. And since I was a hybrid, transformed by the syringe, I struck total fear into the hearts of many. To other crimelords all around, I was an abysmal creature lurking on the cold grounds of this planet...

A few moments had passed, and as my mind left Froslass, my Arcanine had caught my eye. He was leaping from building to building, headed my way and that usually meant he had news: important news. Everyone knew my Arcanine and everyone knew who I was, however, no one in The Under, or Orre as a whole, had ever seen me. Only my Pokemon have and it was stay like that unless absolutely necessary.

<Fros...how did it go for her?> Arcanine asked, landing in from of me in a knight-like position.

<Weak; impaled by the forces of my own mind.> I retorted, spitting out a chunk of germ-filled saliva. <Don't worry about her. What is it you have come for? Has the project started?>

Arcanine looked away as if he was depressed and then stood at attention again.

<Yes, the project has commenced. The pipelines are now being modified as we speak.> Arcanine replied, curiously looking at his auburn paw. <Soon, all of Orre will be a gaseous nightmare.>

Perfect. Earlier on I had sent my Arcanine to inform a hybrid of my plans for Orre. A whole new set of pipelines were set to be constructed into the homes, facilities, and all of Orre. They would all be filled with my latest project, The Graffiti Pacifist. It was a highly toxic spray and chemical that would released all around Orre with a single push of a button if we were ever in danger, or more specifically, I was in danger. The chemical was built not to kill anyone, but forever burn the inside and outside of their skin. It was perfect and undeniably impossible to stop.

<And...what about Kero-Kahs?> I slowly asked, flickering my finger in and out of the fire that was ignited by my lighter. <Are they trained and ready yet?>

Arcanine smiled and began to walk away. I knew that was an obvious "yes", and judging by how he completely shed a smile, he probably had more important things to do. I didn't blame him nor his attitude. I trained him to be this way.

<Come see them for yourself. Put on your gear; remember, you aren't to ever be seen Mr. Superior?> Arcanine mumbled.

Quickly, I grabbed my jackknife from the side of my belt and chucked it at Arcanine, watching it stab into his lower left side. Arcanine showed a curious face, sweat dropping down the side of him, and he watched as crimson blood trickled from his abdomen.

<I don't follow orders. I make them.> I firmly stated, ripping my knife out of Arcanine's side. <Get on with your business. I'll see them later.>

With much haste, Arcanine left the scene, leaping away and leaving small blood tracks behind him.

“Idiot leaves too much evidence. It's a wonder how he hasn't been caught yet.” I softly said to myself.

Seconds later, I hooked my earpiece onto my head and connected my voice line with Mala Aspecto. I needed something to do while The Graffiti Pacifist was being constructed, and their was a possibility that I could sabotage something or aid her in someway without letting anyone see me. Finally, I was connected with her line, and without ado, I began to speak.

“This is Him. Respond with that word if this is Mala...”

We had never actually spoken to each other before, and now, for the first time, we would. I needed some bloodshed and Arcanine wasn't near enough. That was just idiotic to waste my time and energy on him.

As I slowly began to walk, I wiped my jackknife off and awaited Mala's response.

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Objectives in Progress

The Graffiti Pacifist - 1/25

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "What is that word? haha"
Graffiti
En Route to Gateon Port, Orre

Mala and her group were now aboard the OIN Slave. The OIN Servent wasn't far behind following them. Anna and her group were able to load up the zombies that were captured and frozen from the navy base on Kumquat and with some help were able to load up the ones including the Beast that Mala had gotten. Some men were watching the zombies and ready to freeze them if they moved.

Mala was really ok with everything. Anna had made sure to secure everything and that was enough for her. Anna followed Mala's plan to the dot and there was nothing to worry about. Some ships had been gotten by Graffiti and a good haul of zombies were now with Graffiti for future use.

Nightfall had set and now the OIN Slave was far away from Kumquat Island. Mala had plans to come back tomorrow to get the OIN Foe and OIN Prey. They got a good round of zombies today. A count was taken and it seems like thirty two have been accuired. So it seems like Operation Fresh was on a good start.

"So we did good? RIght?" smiled Mala. "We only lost three men."

ANna sighed and said, "Yeah. Only three."

"And killed a few zombies." said Mala.

Mala then took a seat on the captain's chair of the navigation room of the OIN SLave and smiled. She then said, "Nice chair."

Soon Mala felt a buzz and could see off her PDA that it was the big head of Graffiti. Mala smiled and said, "LOoks like big boss wants to talk to me." Mala then smiled and knew that Art Miller was finally willing to talk to her. Art had made Mala Second-in-Command but really she never seen him. Mala wonder why he did that but really she didn't care.

Mala press a button and heard Art's voice. “This is Him. Respond with that word if this is Mala...”

Mala tilted her head a bit and wonder. SHe knew that Art was a smart man. Still that doesn't mean that she wasn't smart either. Mala smiled and guess she knew the word. Still it was funny that he had to even ask. Mala then smiled and said, "That word." Mala then paused and said, "So what is up Him? Or can I call you by your name? Or Him-kun good? This is a secured network. Incase you want to know I am on my way back to Orre with some cool things. Oh speaking of which! One minute."

Mala looked at her crew and yelled, "ONce we get close to Orre, put on your gas mask unless you freaks want to become even bigger freaks!" Mala looked at her own gas mask and then focus back on Art. Mala then smiled, "Sorry about that. So what do I did I do to deserve such an intresting converstion with you today?"

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
Slateport City, Hoenn
Abilities Referenced: Science
People Affected: None

Within half an hour of being on the helicpoter I was back on the Deathwing and on my way to my cabin, fully expecting the vaccine and a lab table to be set up. My expectations were soon confirmed when Aura met me halfway and made sure there was nothing more I needed before walking off to continue her AQUA given duties.

A few minutes alter, I reached my quarters, input the proper security code, and took off my shoes. Upon entering my room, everything was how I pictured it. The table was set up nicely and the lab coat and materials were ready to be used. I let out a very slight smile and prepared for a very long morning.

I hung up my black jacket, then put on the white lab-coat, which was slightly unfit for me, and sat down to get to work. I took a moment to think about just what I would need to be doing.

In earlier tests I had conducted with WL-98, lab rattatta showed only one negative side; they lost their appetite and subsequently died a few days later. The point of having AA-24 vaccine was to negate that and simply have a virus that only did good things. The chances of this were slim, but if anyone could do it, I trusted myself to.

After cracking my knuckles and making a few quick calculations regarding proportions, I began the process. Adding 50% water, 30% AA-24 and 20% WL-98, I created a bubbling liquid that did not seem fit to drink. Regardless, I forced it on one of the lab rattata and he burst open a few seconds later.

Strike one.

My second theory was that the the water was unneeded, and as a result, I simply added 50-50 of the vaccine and virus. The resulting liquid seemed relatively safe, but again, I forced it on one of the lab rattata. Nothing seemed to happen for quite sometime, and I decided that 50-50 was simply a bad idea. I set my lab assistant free and got the next one.

Strike two.

My third and final simple theory involved careful additions of another medicine, "YTK-10", which can suppress the effects of anti-dietetics, though not completely. My hope was that used in conjunction with the vaccine, I could powerfully suppress the negative effects of WL-98. The only downside is that it would likely also cut down the positive effects, which I didn't want.

After carefully measuring the YTK-10, I added it to the original serum in place of water, and again, it bubbled, but stopped soon after. I fed it to a rattata and again noticed no immediate effects.

"Damn." I swore. Since none of the easy solutions worked, I would have to look inter altering the structure of WL-98 in the first place. This was indeed turning out to be a long morning.

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Route 27 – Construction Site

The Tauros galloped smoothly beneath me, and I thanked Mew that the ride was not jerky as I had expected, for that surely would have upset my baby. But Oleander simply snuggled against my stomach, wide eyes watching me as I concentrated on the horizon, keeping watch for any sign of civilization. The long road never deviated from its straight-as-an-arrow feature, and I grew tired of the obscenely bright yellow dashes that zoomed beneath us as we hurdled ever forward.

The wind in my hair was comforting, cool, and I was glad that it drew my attention away from the harsh sun. However, it stung at my eyes, so I closed them, lying flat against the Tauros so that my body moved with his; it was so commodious that I almost drifted into a slumber, yet caught myself quickly enough and sat upright to look forward again, and that was when I saw the first couple of houses. They were small and cute, splashed in an array of varying bright colors and cheerful looking gardens… but once we got within sight of its citizens, I noticed that they felt quite the opposite of what their town exhibited.

New Bark Town clearly hadn’t been excluded from the terrible effects of the Intolerable Depression, for as far as I could see, all of the stores had been boarded up, their windows blocked with makeshift signs displaying “Out of Business” and the like. No person wore an expression of happiness; they all looked glum and quite frankly starved. Had they not been moving about and conversing with each other, I would have sworn that they were the living dead.

My analysis of the little town was broken short, however, by the whirring sound of helicopter blades, which announced the aircraft’s arrival. The citizens all looked skyward, curious, as the slate-gray vehicle drifted cautiously to the ground a few dozen yards from where I stood, its whipping winds sending my hair flying into my face and a few children scurrying. Without thinking, I leapt from my Tauros, recalled him to his Pokeball, and hastened off into the direction of the helicopter. A man, donning a headset and thin black jacket offered his hand, and I took it, hoisting myself into the confines of the vehicle and away from the buffeting winds.

I didn’t take a single glance down as we were lifted into the air.
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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 4/15

[SuperBoy]

Art Miller
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

Not much later, I received a message back from a certain voice. It could have been Aspecto, but if she didn't know the secret word, it definitely wasn't. Just to be on the safe side, I had to make sure. I had to make sure that nothing happened to her...

"That word." Mala replied, having sort of a serious, but comical tone to her voice.

Did she think this was a joke? Probably so. That was the type of person that I heard Mala was, and if that was true, then there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I couldn't change anybody, but I sure could persuade them to change.

"Ah...I suppose it's nice to talk to you for once." I calmly stated.

"So what is up Him? Or can I call you by your name? Or Him-kun good? This is a secured network. In case you want to know I am on my way back to Orre with some cool things. Oh speaking of which! One minute." Mala said.

Yes...she was definitely that type of person. Definitely not on my level, but someone who didn't fear anything or let anything "scary" get to her, unlike Froslass.

"Sorry about that. So what do I did I do to deserve such an interesting conversation with you today?" Mala asked.

"Interesting is what you would call this? I'd be a bit more serious, Aspecto..." I slowly retorted. "Since you've already informed to me that you'll be here shortly, I'll cut the communications. I did have a quick concern, but nevermind. Be here on time..."

Quickly, I switched off the communication and then began to walk toward the abandoned warehouse on the left side of town. I had things to take care of, and now.

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Objectives in Progress

The Graffiti Pacifist - 2/25

[White Wolf of the Snow]

Crystal Estrada
The Nameless Soldiers
Victory Road, Kanto

Crystal pushed her legs and arms faster, accelerating reasonably. Behind her the soft but unbelievably fast rhythm of padded paws hitting the packed dirt. She streched out her long, shiny Ninetales neck, leaning her human face forward to gain more speed, leaning into the run.

Crystal began to breathe heavily as she slowed slightly to turn the corner of the cave, still skidding. Behind her, the same rhythm never changed, proving that the real shiny Ninetales had better control of their legs. The shiny Ninetales Hybrid knew she couldn't keep up on all fours like this for much longer.

Finally, as Crystal turned that last corner she slowed down dramatically, breathing hard and then lying down on the cool floor. Sweat ran down her forehead. She lay her hand out to her side, waiting for Silver to come. A soft tongue licked the silky fur on her hand gingerly. A silver figure appeared beside Crystal and lay down at her side, panting.

"Fine. I give. You win, Silver. You went easy on me, and I know it," Crystal said, then laughed, stroking her Pokemon's fur. She rose and began to jog on two legs through the winding maze in which she knew by heart; this was the training grounds for her and Silver, her shiny Ninetales. Crystal herself was a Hybrid of the same species. Her tails waved gently side to side as she paced herself to keep and save her energy.

Silver easily kept pace with his owner. He always enjoyed these practice sessions that helped Crystal become stronger and faster on all fours. His master had improved lately, and had been able to increase the power of her attacks.

Crystal led her two-man pack out of the cave, Silver at the tradition beta spot at her right side. The girl took Silver to their unique home in a grove of pecan trees that had twined their branches to form tunnel-like structures. Crystal had twisted them together more to make a hidden hallway that led to her tree home hidden by thick leaves and branches. She knelt down at the entrance hidden behind an almost unseen bush and crawled in and up to her home.

Waiting for her was a bed of pine boughs from a lone pine tree. She lay down on it, and watched as Silver took his place at the second bed of pine boughs beside her bed. Crystal's eyes closed, for she wanted to take a quick nap. A short amount of time passing would wake her up.

Current Projects

Faster Travel on All Fours- 1/5

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Why so serious? haha"
Graffiti
Gateon Port, Orre

"About to enter infected Orre waters." said a person manning the ship.

Mala heard this and quickly adjusted the mask to her face. It was a simple yet affected breathing mask that purified the air so it was safe to breath. If the CDPA virus was going to change Mala into a hybrid then it was going have to rip this mask off her face to do it. Still Mala didn't care if she was a hybrid or not.

Soon Art has replied back but in no way to answer any of her questions. He simply said slowly, "Interesting is what you would call this? I'd be a bit more serious, Aspecto...Since you've already informed to me that you'll be here shortly, I'll cut the communications. I did have a quick concern, but nevermind. Be here on time..."

The communication line was then cut and soon Art's voice was heard no more. Mala sighed and said, "Why so serious?" She then let out loud laugther.

Mala then laid back in her chair and knew that Operation Fresh was still going have to be worked on. Surely Sean had gotten everything arranged to work on it quickly. The OIN Slave and Servent were now under Orre control and Gateon Port was a military port too. Orre may have little to no military but it did have a militerized port due to it belonged to HOenn but now it seems like Hoenn wanted nothing to do with it.

"We are here now." said Anna though a mask. Mala looked at Anna and then laughed. Anna sighed and said, "You don't look that great either."

Mala laughed and said, "So what. I am still laughing." Mala then got up and took a look at the visuals that were from outside. She could see that the CDPA virus had began to take effect here in Gateon. It was common knowledge that Orre was slowly being infected with the virus and some people did decide to run futher into the desert while others had hoped it wouldn't come this way. Now Mala was looking at a Ralts hybrid trying to sell what Mala guess were drugs this late at night.

Mala was kind of amazed. Everybody else was in the Intolerable Depression but it seems like Orre was uneffected by it. Really surely if you looked around Orre was hit by it but really this region has been in one for so long tha people have been numb by it to not care. Mala laughed and then said with a yawn "So we are here."

Anna then said, "Yeah. So who was that? Sean?"

Mala smiled and said, "You wish. That was big boss man. He wanted to talk to me. What a serious young man. Can't believe he is that serious."

"What did he said?" asked Anna. She was curious about Art but that was natural since she too never seen him either.

Mala laughed and said, "I don't know. He wants to see me." Now excuse me as I got to my quarters to freshen up." Mala then smiled since it looks like she would talk to Art once again.

[WorkThoseStripes]

Artemis Thana
Aqua
AMS Deathwing

I watched with an unexplainable satisfaction as one of the Orange Islands went up in flames. Seemed that Ashfield had decided to blow everything up, but I coulodn't say that I complained. Pummelo wasn't exactly a holiday destination that I was going to miss.

Unfortunately, I was alone in the small, half hearted grin that spread across my sifigured face. Ares started pressing his hands against the window, his eyes so wide I'll admit I fear, for a moment, that they would pop, or something equally comic. Honestly, the man should really have more confidence. Renna wasn't an idiot, she wouldn't have stayed behind to get blown up with her zombie friends. It was almost certain that she was on one of the shops that were now making their way back to the Deathwing.

"I'm sure she's on one of the ships," I told him, patting his back as my eyes roamed over the destruction of the island. They'd done good, which was amazing since I couldn't exactly see much from up here.

Still, as much as I was enjoying the light show I still wouldn't have swapped a paycheck for my services down there. Sure, I really loved the money that doing my big bad Team Aqua duties could bring, but right now I had so much stashed in my quarters that I could afford to get just a little choosy when it came to jobs. Doubtless I was going to get given a talking to by one of the higher ups who didn't fear me and my big, tough and mean gang.

I walked away from Ares, deciding that I'd really done enough for his dillusions for one day, and I sat myself upon a chair, waiting for Renna's inevitable return. Not that she would have anything interesting to say either, just some mindless gobble about zombies and how she really "kicked ass". But, at least she'd shut my brother up, then we could go back to being the intimidating three and people wouldn't start believing we were about to cry and offer out free hugs.

I really was bored these days, some of the things I was imagining...

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
In Flight (somewhere between Hoenn and Sevii Islands)


As they flew, Neil was speculating on the cumulation of their research from the past three years. The reason that they had come to Hoenn was that Dusknoir, who was sensitive to interactions between reality and the afterlife, had felt a shift. Most people weren’t significant enough to make a shift of the magnitude that Dusknoir would notice it from a distance of further than ten to fifteen miles. Every once in a while though, someone who had led a life particularly deserving of Murhe or Sovinto made a shift that could be sensed at great distances.

Neil wasn’t particularly interested in these people. He knew that their goal had nothing to do with them. No, the reasons that they investigated were the Artifacts. Several of the Artifacts were associated with the afterlife, such as the Cloak of Shadows, or the Talon of the Soul Decider. Not only that, but their investigations had suggested that the only manner in which the Artifacts could be passed from one individual to another would be with the decease of the individual who had first been in possession of it.

Because of the nature of the Artifacts, any person who happened to obtain one would certainly be the type of individual whose death would be significantly noticeable.

Nate didn’t believe that they would find one in this manner however. His opinion was that if someone already had the artifacts, they would have heard about it already. Waiting for someone who had one to die would only make things take longer. They ought to be finding ways of searching for the artifacts before they had been found by another individual. That was the way to be sure they would get their hands on one.

The steady rise and fall of Ditto’s wings were automatically compensated for by Nate. He shifted their body so subtly in a smooth little circular motion that the stress on Ditto’s flight was minimized. It had been a few hours, but Nate patiently waited for their arrival at Five Island, not showing any signs of fatigue.

They had passed Evergrande only a quarter of an hour earlier, yet it was already falling out of sight behind them. While Nate kept up the firm and motionless wall of firm determination, Neil’s thoughts wandered absently. He wanted to investigate the original excavation site, in Sinnoh. Nate’s argument was that it wasn’t safe to go there now; not with the outbreak of the CDPA and the hybrids running wild.

Something stirred within them, but it was lost the instant that they focused on it. They collectively sighed wistfully. This, at least, was something they could unanimously agree on: their past. They cursed not knowing what their lives had been like before. Neil had done research on amnesia since their awakening, but nothing he discovered seemed to have any affect on their predicament whatsoever. He had even deigned to wonder if perhaps it hadn’t been the work of Uxie that had stolen their past away from them.

Nate didn’t much care how it had happened. In his opinion, they may even be better off not knowing what it was that had made them forget. All he cared about now was making sure that it would never happen again.

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In Progress

Operation Artifact: 10% [2/20]

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Mt. Battle, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Set Up

“So, how did it go?” Sol asked from her seat in the classroom. Outside of the small dugout the battle was still going on, with shouted orders, Pokémon battle cries and the sounds of attacks hitting and missing were dulled by the walls specially designed to keep out the noise. They were an older model of anti-sound walls, which was why the sounds weren’t totally cut off. Vance liked it better this way, it let him hear it something was going wrong outside but cut out the sounds for the students who stayed in the class and studied while the quick learners got to have practice duels.

The Pokémon Handling teacher shrugged once, “they are getting better, slowly but surely. Before to long we will have to set up the final level for some of them.”

“What’s that?” the girl asked, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes.

“Well,” the other said as he took his feet off of the desk, “they were talking about taking the ones who liked to specialize in certain Pokémon and letting them train with a master of that Pokémon. Of course, others who want to specialize in a variety of Pokémon will either continue their training, become an aid, join the battle, or just find some other way to train like battling each other and slowly clawing their way up. They talked to me about it a little while ago during the last status report, said if I had any time to spare I should try my hand on training a few of the flying-type trainers.”

“Sounds like your life will be pretty hectic,” the green eyed girl said with a smirk, “were will you fit in time for your friends at PACK?” Though she said it with a smile, Vance Gray could tell there was a serious undertone in that statement. Those in PACK were used to staying together, training together, and fighting together so when one made a venture on their own it sometimes affected the whole group.

Still, the teacher diffused the entire situation with a quick shrug and a weary smile, “as soon as whatever is going to happen gets started, whether that be a war on the government, the groups, hybrids or the zombies then I will be right back in the group and someone older and less battle-worthy will be taking my place here. When the time comes that I am actually needed I will be there for the PACK, don’t you worry.” He waited until the other’s smile regained its normal cheerful look before continuing, “so, how is that project I asked for coming along?”

“Pretty well,” she said, rummaging in her purse and pulling out a small device. The palm pilot was Sol’s favorite tool; not only did it allow her to remember when and were sales were taking place but it also let her keep track of how her various projects were coming along. “The earpieces won’t take too long, but both Reaper and the new HK model plans will take a while. We don’t have the technology to make the HK just yet, but with war comes great advancement of technology, so as soon as we reach that point we will begin making them.”

“So, you have this all planned out already, don’t you?” came the flying-type master’s reply from below the desk as he fiddled with some of his papers.

“I hope so,” the girl said as she stood up and straightened her skirt, “because if we don’t we could be in big trouble. Anyways, tah tah,” she said before leaving through the door and out into the arena where the aids were still making a strong last stand.

Vance stood up and watched his friend walk through the battlefield as if nothing was going on, dodging blasts and claws. He could just make out the Togekiss and Jumpluff he had trained and given to her fighting in the battle against both sides until they saw their master, following her and protecting her from harm. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her, a smile full of regret at being away from his PACK. ‘How sad,’ he thought to himself, ‘I actually can’t wait until the war starts.’

Project List

Element-Proof earpieces: 2/5
Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 2/20
HK-71 plans: 2/30

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane | Marisa Vermillion | Leon Etherlight
The Cullen
ON A PLANE! En route to Hoenn

Yuki was vaguely impressed by Leon's sheer efficiency. It had not taken him half an hour to get them a ride to Hoenn, and in little more than two hours, they were already sitting on a plane on the way to their destination. The Etherlight was probably just as anxious to get whatever valuable information was in Hoenn as the Akagane was to make the journey there, which was the only way to explain why he made sure everything was done in such a hurry. It was quite surprising really, that Leon was coveting the designs that somebody else made. He generally created everything from scratch himself, whenever he got the inspiration for such things. Leon had always said that only when he made everything himself would he feel that it was awesome enough, and yet now he was going after something that somebody else made...

It was odd, but in some imprecise way, Yuki could understand. Leon had never matched up to his cousins, and so he had to know what it was that they were making. Whether it was because he trusted their creations or he needed to know how to one-up them, Yuki could not say, but then again, that was unimportant.

"Hey, Yuki... Woah, waittaminute, are you juggling those swords? On a moving plane?"

"Erm... Does it look like I'm doing something else, Marisa?"

"Okay, you're nuts. Completely nuts. A slight turbulence could slice your head off! And why are you doing that anyway?"

"We're thirty-thousand feet in the air with no heaters and you're wearing a tube. And you call me nuts? Anyway, it's part of my training regime. Builds up my endurance and reflexes, or something like that. Been doing it since I was five, but this is the first time I'm using my swords."

"Yup, that settles it. You're nuts."

The warrior shrugged as he put down the seven claymores he was playing around with, sticking two of them in their sheaths on his back and dumping the rest in storage with the rest of the random unused weaponry. Supposedly it was the replacement armoury for the pilots and crew to defend themselves with while Yuki and Marisa went data hunting, but that was really quite silly, since everyone already carried firearms on them. Everyone except Yuki of course, who did not actually need any. He had his swords and his knives, not to mention his full body kevlar suit that he was sure no zombie's teeth would be able to get through.

Taking a peek at his watch, Yuki counted another half an hour before landing, and decided that it was time to go gear up. He always kept at least a sword with him, but honestly, the suit, the cloak, and the head gear, they were all heavy as hell, sweaty as anything, and if he did not take care of them properly, they started to smell. Not just of sweat too, sometimes of various humours, of which blood was pretty mild.

"Oi, Leon! You think you can get those weapons out by the end of this trip?"

"I'll think about it! Just go and rip'em a new one for me!"

As the reply resounded across the plane, Yuki smiled and clasped his mouthpiece on tightly, whispering random words into it to test the microphone.

It was time to battle, and battle he would.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 3/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 3/25

Yuki's Insane Training:
Strength Enhancement: 3/15

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
In Flight (somewhere between Hoenn and Sevii Islands)


Nate was fingering absently with the hilt of the heavy blade slung across their back. He didn’t like the ideas that Neil was feeding, but he knew that eventually, they were going to have to suck it up and head to Sinnoh. All that Neil had been able to pull up on the nets were some vague files that told a little, but not much, about where the artifacts came from, what they might be able to do. Nate was rather impressed that Neil had been able to come up with so much in truth, something that he upsettingly couldn’t disguise from Neil. Thankfully though, Neil wasn’t much the type for gloating.

“I really think that if we could just visit the excavation site, we could advance our efforts significantly! If there were even the slightest clue as to the whereabouts of one of the Artifacts, I’m sure that I would be able to point us in the right direction; more so than we are now at least,” Neil begged, actually speaking aloud.

Nate’s verbal answer was an automatic response, though he knew actually speaking aloud wasn’t necessary in this case. “I know. It just worries me, heading down there. Who knows what sort of trouble we would be in if we managed to contract CDPA? What if we became something too heavy to be flown around on Ditto’s back? How would we investigate the artifacts then?”

It was true that it would make the investigation more difficult on some levels if they did happen to get tainted with CDPA and were unlucky in the mutation that the virus deigned to inflict them with. But Neil had always offered that the benefits of such a transformation could potentially outweigh the hinderances. He argued that being a hybrid would enable direct verbal communication with their Pokemon, enabling them to gather information that is much more accurate and specific than they could receive through signing like they did now.

It was also true that they would potentially develop powers that would enable them to more actively participate in the search, making the end result arrive even more swiftly. But Nate was wary. He had heard tales of people going crazy, forgetting who they were, becoming something wild and irrational after being infected with the CDPA. His one and only rule was that if it would make you forget who you were, there was no way in Muhre that he was going to willingly let it be done to him.

They reached an impasse, the same one that they always reached after countless debates and discussions between each other. Neil wanted to go to Sinnoh to gather more information, Nate refused to touch the CDPA with a four hundred and sixty-seven foot sterilized pole.

Neil had even taken it so far as to try and take them there without Nate’s consent; that hadn’t gone very well. The emotional struggle that had taken place had made them physically sick. They were vomiting and having something very much like a seizure as Neil had tried in vain to execute the orders that would have taken them to Sinnoh. He actually succeeded, and they had gone nearly twelve miles over the open ocean before they lost consciousness and fallen from Ditto’s back towards the sea below.

Illiad had caught them however, tethering them to Ditto as she guided him back to their quarters on Five island. How she had managed it, the pair had no idea. Illiad had actually ended up physically sick herself from the emotional conflict that Nate and Neil had engaged in. She had not been able to stand for days afterwards, and the two resultantly concluded that their pride was not important enough to force their companion to suffer through such a decision again. From then on, all their choices needed to be compromised, or no action could be taken at all.

No, something else needed to be done if they were to make the much needed venture into Sinnoh. They sighed collectively. The world would be so much simpler if the CDPA had never come into existence. Ah well, no need to worry about spilt milk. The past was past, and no amount of griping was going to change that.

Nate shifted his weight as he noticed the growing shape on the horizon: Four Island. It wouldn’t be long now before they were back home and their next plan of action could be taken. He absently munched on some travel snacks that Neil had determined they should take with him. You needed a lot of food to satisfy two people at once, after all. This trip had delayed their usual mealtime by a whole two hours, and Nate was starting to get a headache just thinking about the hunger.

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In Progress

Operation Artifact: 15% [3/20]

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- Route 209

I devoured my dinner while my Pokémon ate the other Bibarel behind me. Seeing as Sparkplug and Hydro didn’t eat meat, I let them wander the forest for berries. More thoughts were running through my head, how was the Orange Islands operation going? I wish I could’ve gone, but my mission was just as important. I stared at the bag containing the books I had gotten from my little excursion. I wiped the blood off my face, not really succeeding with my hands covered in it as well. Whatever, as long as it wasn’t my blood, I was fine.

<Ahg! Raven, we’ve got company!> Sparkplug squealed as he and Hydro dashed out from the woods. I whipped around to see them being chased by a pair of Hybrids. I growled, clenching my fists angrily. Of course this hurt like hell, but I ignored it. The first Hybrid was a Kricketune, with two sword-like appendages sprouting from its wrists and some funny looking antennae, and the other one was a…

“Oh good Arceus!” I gagged and held my hand over my nose. It was a Skuntank Hybrid! Man this dude reeked!

“Your Pokémon were eating our food,” The Skuntank one snarled. I scoffed and waved my hand in front of my face, the Hybrid seemed to take massive offense from this.

“What, the berries? Your names weren’t on them,” All of my Pokémon gathered behind me, each of them growling with agitation. “And they belong to a member of Team Aqua, this wasteland is going to belong to us soon enough anyway,” I said nonchalantly. The Kricketune let out a high-pitched wail that stung my sensitive ears, and flew in with an X-scissor attack. I ducked and let Sunflare’s beautiful Fire Blast attack throw him across the clearing.

<Sparkplug, Hydro, I’m disappointed that you fled from these losers,> I sighed and got down on all fours. It was much more interesting to fight like this. I watched as the Kricketune Hybrid slowly pushed himself back onto his feet. I laughed, threw my head back, and unleashed my flaming fury in an Overheat. The little bug man would be roasted in no time.

Until his smelly Skuntank partner shoved him out of the way and took the gist of it. Damn, the move was it’s strongest on the first hit. I fried a good part of smelly boy’s large bushy tail and the stench of burnt fur filled the air.

This was going to be fun.

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing
Abilities Used: Science
People affected: None

Six hours of splicing and reconstruction yielded little in the field of results. I'd killed another twelve lab rattatas, and had only managed to increase the negative effects of WL-98 on the living body. Not a single rat had eaten since I gave them the serum, which was a terrible sign, and one I needed to reverse.

I sat back in my chair, sunglasses shining in the light that came through the window across the room, and thought. The effects were intensifying, even though I was decrease the proportions of WL-98 in the serum. The cause I didn't know. One would think that adding an anti-venom to a poison would weaken its effects rather than make them stronger, but this didn't seem to be the case. Unless WL-98 was a triformer, meaning that it formed against other molecules to three times its normal size. If that was the case, there wasn't much I could do about it short of remaking the entire work of a ten year period. That, however, was out of the question. Of course, this left but one option; take the serum anyway.

So what if I never felt like eating? Maybe so long as I forced food into me at regular intervals, it wouldn't matter. Or, better yet, just took the necessary pills to keep me healthy at the beginning of each day. It was a very smart plan, and one I decided would suit me very well. Super strength and agility, coupled with my boundless mind would prove very deadly. Not even Raidon himself could stand against me in the theoretical form.

WL-98 was a weapon. One that was more deadly than any firearm or explosive that could be created by man; it was an artificial super-power. I looked down at the vial of it, a purple, aqueous liquid, and smiled. The virus was a great feat, one that would greatly increase the host's metabolism, accelerate cellular duplication and revitalize dead cells at little to know cost at all. Of course, it had yet to be tested on a human subject, but there was a first time for everything.

Without hesitation, I took the purple liquid and poured it from the vial into the nearest syringe. I did this with utmost precision, and screwed on the cap perfectly to make sure there was no air left inside the syringe that would kill me if injected. I rolled up my sleeve and tied off my arm to find a vein. As soon as I found one, I carefully slid the needle under my skin and pushed the liquid into me.

At first I felt nothing. Not a twitch, not a flinch, not a cough. Nothing. A few minutes later, I began to feel lightheaded, and went up to get a drink of water. I filled up the cup and tried to drink it, but I couldn't swallow. I coughed to let out and then tried again. Still no luck, and I threw the glass down, shattering it out of anger, and walked over to my com-link.

"Yes sir?" I heard Aura's voice call into the microphone.

"I--" I coughed a few times, and tried to speak again, but only raspy gurgles and coughs came out. "Interesting" I thought to myself, and hung up the comlink. This was a side-effect I had not observed, and one I would have to record immediately. I metallic taste came into my mouth, and I began to get a throbbing headache. I typed all of the symptoms into my computer, but then my vision began to blur, making it difficult to type, but I did the best I could.

A few moments later, I wasn't even sure whether I was still typing. I couldn't see, and the pain in my head would have been unbearable to most humans and pokemon alike. I began to jumble my thoughts, and then heard a loud thump, probably myself falling onto the ground. I tried to get back up to record the data, but I couldn't feel my hands, or any other part of my body, for that matter. A few moments later, I blacked out.

Infection: 13%

[Lusitania]

Robert Schlakior
The Cullen
Abandoned SavisTech Lab-Jubilife Branch

While Trevor was busy following the instructions I gave him for the vaccine, I was shuffling through the mishappen papers of drugs, pharmaceuticals, and other seemingly limitless modern marvels, pocketing what enthralled my fancy, planning to use them for bases for later drugs. While ruffling through the records of past eras of medicine and technology, I found a most inriguing paper. Apparently, it was the other part of the CDPA records written by a mysterious doctor.

05-11-08

Dr. Mior left for Fuschia City today. We couldn't of gotten the CDPA capsules up and running without him. He even came uph a way to make sure that they don't mutate humans, but it would be too dangerous to test them, we might as well use the suits for now.

10-24-08

With this terrible economy downfall, profits have been down 25% recently, though, thankfully, this llab is located in Sinnoh, which means we are rather secure. Even with that, Pokemon have been acting weirdly lately, not evolving, so the Sinnoh government has employed us to make a device to convert the CDPA into vapor form, lower the power, and employ it to all Pokemon. I've sent a copy of this wonderful device to Dr. Mior, who, recently, has been doing extremely well with his hospital, because he now also treats Pokemon, what a genuis. But, with the refined CDPA, humans won't be infected anymore. And the best part, for each vopr releaser we make and use, Sinnoh is going to pay us a quarter million Pokedollars.

12-28-08

Oh, it's simply terrible, the refined CDPA failed, now most, if not all of the humans in sinnoh are Hybrids, including myself. I fear this will be my last entry, for I cannot stand this putrid form. I seem have to taken on the form of a Muk. I plan to jump off the hieghest peak of Mt. Coronet, and put myself out of my misery. Even other nations are suffering. The Sinnoh government has launched Task Subjugate bombs at other regions, which effectively wiped out there population, and surviving nations are now afraid of becoming hybrids themselves. Once again, this is my last message.

The late Dr. Aguiles Mantohor

I pocketed this report, along with the other half I had read earlier. Just as I finished reading, Trevor trotted in, screaming, his voice layered with pride,"I finished the vaccine you told me to work on.

"Good,"I responded," Let's take it to Dr. Mior, I think that he can help us with our little project. Where's that boat we took here." finished, with a tone of seriousness in my voice.

Projects

CDPA Vaccine1/5
Vapor Release System(Renamed from project with extremely long name)4/18

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Celadon Dept. Store




"Hmmm, I can't seem to remember what Zane wanted me to pick up again!" said Charlotte as she shuffled through the isles. "That's it!" yelled Charlotte as she reached the metal isle. "He wants some of these and some of these and those and this." said Charlotte almost falling over from the weight.

When she finally reached the counter, she fumbled as she tried to put everything on it. "How much will that cost me?"

"$217.80 cents" mumbled the nurse. Charlotte pulled out her wallet and just took a stash of cash and placed it on the counter. Astonished, the women started scanning the items nonstop. "Hehehe. You and your speed." said Charlotte as she walked out of the store and placed the suppplies in her trunk of her car.




As Charlotte walked into Zane's office, she found him snoozing and listening to his Ipod. She shoved everything on his desk and smacked him in the head.

"Wha!?" said Zane as he was awoken from listening to Bohemian Rhapsody

"I got the supplies you asked for silly!" said Charlotte exstaticly.

"Oh yeah, thanks Charlotte." said Zane thankfully.

"No problem cutey!" said Charlotte as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him there.




Projects
Mercenary[3/15]
Side guns for Mercenary[1/2]

OOC: Do I put the name of my NPC there if I am playing them?

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless Soldiers HQ

Kirov entered the Cyrogun testing facility. The director of the project saluted him as he walked in. "Good to see you, Administrator."

Administrator. The title had a nice ring to it. But in many ways, a desk job bored Kirov. He was still a pilot at heart. Those Gs pressing down on his body as he shot through a tight turn, his brain threatening to black out from lack of blood, the sheer exhilaration of seeing the world flow beneath you...

Certainly there was no better view from an office window than the one that the Air Force offered you.

Kirov was stirred from his thoughts by the AI starting the countdown. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

Beyond the viewing window, a powerful glowing cyan beam shot out from a cylinder towards the target, several ballistic gel dummies. Instantly they froze solid, encased in ice. The ice was extremely brittle, and a simple pistol could shatter objects frozen by the cryobeam. Working on the same principles as an Ice Beam attack used by so many water and ice type Pokemon, the cryogun could be a very powerful weapon. Humans froze by it died painlessly, as their cells exploded when the water in each cell expanded and froze, bursting the membranes. And vehicles could easily shatter with the application of a percussive force.

The trouble again, was range. The cryogun's range wasn't much more than that of your average hunting rifle. And it also had bulky equipment. Unlike the Tesla technology, cryo technology would be far harder to miniaturize. So there wasn't going to be a "cryo-rifle" anytime in the near future.

There were other problems as well. As was apparent when alarms began blaring. From the side of the cryogun, large amounts of white fog was erupting. Blue droplets were emerging, and anything they touched instantly froze solid. Engineers in large, unwieldy suits were approaching the gun, while others were rushing to shut down the gun.

"I'll expect a report on this," Kirov said to the director, and walked back out.

Projects:
Stingray: 3/15
Portable Tesla Cannon: 3/10
Cryocopter: 3/15

[KOR]

Alpha Gray
Team Aqua
En Route to Orange Islands

Salamence and Alex flew over the wide ocean seas, and the wind hit Alex’s eyes with no remorse or regret, but Alex could handle the harsh speed. Already Neo Ashfield had left Pummelo island and finished hijacking the boats there. Raidon was on Kumquat with a slightly smaller force. Alex planned to assist Raidon, since the closer it got to dark, the more in danger he was. Even Raidon Makoto was mortal.

<Move as fast as you can. We need to get there before night falls.>

Salamence moved at least twice as fast, and their trip would be cut in half, allowing support to come much faster. He checked his wrist PDA, and the Pyschic Suit was moving along, and the Aqua crew was working on getting the suit to change forms, much like Alex could do. The AMS Seatooth and AMS Seafang were coming closer to being completed, and the Behemoth Railgun plans that were sent to Tiantus were also under construction. Aqua’s forces would be growing nicely and no one would be able to stop their powerful navy.

The zombies on the Orange Islands would be a pain, but that’s all they were, a pain. They wouldn’t be a serious problem as only a few bullets would bring down each one. In Alex’s case, the swing of his high frequency blade. If all else failed, he could use his abilities granted by becoming a Hybrid, but that was a last resort. The Deoxys part of him was angry, unstable and quick to attack anyone. The Pyschic Suit would allow that to end as well.

He wondered where Deoxys came from. It was a piece of alien DNA that evolved into a Pokemon after being exposed to the planet. That means it came from somewhere, but where? Before he could try and figure out the Deoxys mystery, he had arrived at Kumquat Island, and could hear Raidon’s actions.


Projects
Pyschic Suit 1.0 2/12
AMS Seatooth 12/20
AMS Seafang 12/20
Behemoth Railguns 5/25

[SuperBoy]

Art
Graffiti
Hollow Insides Inc., The Under

Mala Aspecto would be the first person to actually see me. My game plan was going to be set in motion, and in order for it to begin, I needed to desperately speak with her. By now, she was probably on her way to see me, and quite frankly, I couldn’t blame her if she was nervous. She had never seen me before, no one has, and I too would be frightened to meet the man that I worked for; the leader of Graffiti himself: Art.

Slowly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my communicator, latching the earpiece onto my right ear once more. Taking my time, I gradually turned the knob until I reached Mala’s channel once more, and I made sure that it was a secured network. With haste, I began to speak into the microphone.

“I’ll be in the Hollow Insides Corporate building. It’s abandoned, so don’t bring any squads or groups with you.” I commanded. “Not even a partner.”

The building had been abandoned for a long time now, and it was all due to me. Earlier on in the year, I had fully conquered The Under, striking fear into the hearts of many and torturing every criminal that came into Graffiti’s path. Hollow Insides was an organization, built of tyrants who sought to protect The Under against any foreign and known threat. However, they couldn’t beat us. We had so much power, so much force, and we still do. People feared us and were forced to submit to our primary cause. This filled them with discontent, but they knew they had no other choice.

With feelings of regret, they burned the Hollow Insides corporate building, injuring many of the members, and then Graffiti tortured the rest who tried to get away. Now, they lie in the hospital, not knowing when they’ll get out and saw that their lives were meaningless without Graffiti. And to think that all they had to do was submit…

“I know we’ve never met, but…we will this time. Don’t be frightened. Come with fear and you’re practically scaring yourself.” I boldly stated into the microphone. “However, you come with…trust, then…”

I stopped talking for a second and cleared my throat. Then, I quickly rearranged my words.

“…Forget trust. Come with an optimistic view and everything will be fine…”

There was no such thing as trust. My parents trusted government when I was a child, and now…they’re dead. They committed suicide over the results of the Intolerable Depression, and this was all due in part to government…

“I don’t have much time, so please be hasty and your own time will only be limited. We have things to discuss…” I pleaded, looking down toward the gum-filled ground. “Art…over and out.”

Slowly, I took my earpiece off of my ear and switched my communicator off. I must’ve been thinking some real serious thoughts because I noticed a small, crystal-like tear fall from my face. Depression…the thought of my parents….the whole reason for why I formed Graffiti in the first place…

Quickly, with an irrational mindset, I unlatched my jackknife and stabbed myself in the right thigh, knowing that sudden pain brings me back to the world; forcing me to awaken and come back to thought. Same thing happened when I was a teenager, almost caught by the police. One officer shot a tranquilizer dart and it landed in my left forearm. Quickly, I pulled out a small knife and stabbed myself in the arm, knowing that I wouldn’t fall asleep now that I had been awakened. It always worked, and nothing was different than this time now.

I was the world’s newest leader and Graffiti was the government. And with the plan I had in mind, one thing was clear: the current world wouldn’t be able to resist the ultimatum that I had planned. Because of what it asked for, it was so serious…

And people tend to ask…why so serious? Well, it solves my problems…

…One body at a time…


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Objectives in Progress

The Graffiti Pacifist - 3/25

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
AMS Blackwater Battleship, En Route to Chono Island, Sevii Islands

As we sailed away from Pummelo Island, I watched the smoldering ruins as I wrote my final report to Raidon Makoto on the AquaCom. No doubt, he was expecting to see the details of the mission as soon as possible. Thankfully, casualties had been low, and those that were killed by the zombies were likely inept grunts that probably were risking their necks like idiots to try and impress me. Whatever, even if they got infected, they never would have survived the detonation. And I would have been doing them a favor.

Onboard cargo had been maximized, even though it was quite clear these ships weren’t meant to hold a massive amount of additional weapon freight besides what was intended for naval missions. Regardless, the additional Tomahawk and Apache missiles were going to rain hell on whatever or whoever we launched them on. Meanwhile, I knew with an explosion like that, there would be no way in hell anyone could tell we were there. Whatever evidence that was left behind completely went up in flames.

With that, I sent my final report to Raidon himself. I was sure he was going to like to see this.

Master Raidon Makoto:

I am pleased to report the successful acquisition of five Orange Islands Navy warships from Pummelo Island’s Naval base has been accomplished. Minimal casualties were experienced as a result of attacks on behalf of the infected, but our infected pursuers were eliminated with the destruction of the Pummelo Island naval base. Below is a full list of confiscations made on the base’s assets. Based on the latest report, all of these newly acquired assets are in good and fully serviceable condition.

- OIN Commander Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Blackwater”)
- OIN Taskmaster Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Venomblood”)
- OIN Triumphant Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Nightstealer”)
- OIN Patriot Cruiser (Now renamed as the “AMS Razorheart”)
- OIN Predator Cruiser (Now renamed as the “AMS Duskwind”)
- 25 Tomahawk tactical naval missiles
- 50 Apache tactical naval missiles
- “Behemoth” Railgun schematics (Currently in research & development)

With our cargos maximized, whatever was not taken was used in the base’s destruction by remote explosives. To the best of our knowledge, nothing of the base remains, and all evidence of our presence there has been destroyed in the blast.

I look forward to hearing the success of your own mission.

~ Captain Neo Ashfield

After sending the message, I checked the updates on the rest of the tasks. The Seafang and the Seatooth were well into the second half of completion. Meanwhile, the CDPA weapon was moving along steadily as well. I had plenty of future mission plans once that was ready, but I needed the technology first before I could even begin to make the biological bombs needed to move ahead with the blackmail plan.

Lastly, development on the Behemoth Railguns was already 20%, a steady and promising sprint toward utilizing a powerful and highly lethal weapon on the battlefield.

As I closed the AquaCom, pleased at what I had seen, I knew we carried the future of this shattered world…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –12/20 (60%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 12/20 (60%)
CDPA Weapon – 8/25
Behemoth Railguns – 5/25

[Lusitania]

Aboard the S.S. Voyageur, Schlakior looked out onto the blood-red horizon. The sun was setting, and it wouldn't be a while until they arrived on a small port a few miles away from Fuschia City. The seemingly endless expanse of blue was staggering, but extremely boring to boot. Without any real scenery, there was nothing to look at, besides the vaccine in his pocket, and the papers in his hand. Robert simply couldn't beleive that Dr. Mior had played a major role in this entire thing, but he had to beleive it, just like he had to beleive that Mior had the designs for the Vapor release machine.

Robert trotted into the captains quarters. Trevor was asleep, auto pilot flicked on, a bit of dried drool on his mouth. Robert couldn't help but let loose a chuckle, it was actually kind of amusing to look at him in this state. He smiled and sat down in the chair next to him.

En route to Fuschia Port
Cullen
Dr. Schlakior
N/A Tags or persons involved


projects.

CDPA vaccine 2/5
Vapor Release machine

[ID Saraibre Ryu]

Talyn Galians
Nameless Soldiers
RnD, Nameless HQ

My morning did not turn out well. Lets put aside the fact that I hate to get up in the morning at all, not being aloud to sleep in for another hour was even worse. Being poked at, had a monsters mouth around my torso attempting to pry my from my matress, being pulled from the bed posts, then dropped on the floor. Then, if it couldn't get any worse, I was tickled awake. It is, and I emphasize 'is', a form of torture. All because I let my Pokemon out, and we all share the room. I'm not too fond of Pokeballs, but I've slept with them, not in them, since I owned Ashe as a little Charmander. Anyway, I eventually got my proper clothes on, and put everyone away in their Pokeballs. All except my Ariados, who wanted to be out for the day. I figured what the heck, she was timid and we were still kinda new around the team anyway. But why such a docile Pokemon slept under the bed wherre all the monsters were supposed to be was beyond me.

I locked my room before proceeding down the hallway, en route to the Research and Development department of the facility. Shayda was up on my shoulders as if she were a child getting a Spoinky-back ride. I held my hand against the wall so I woldn't accidentally crash into someone with a large insect on my back. That had been prone to happen. A lot...

"Shayda, please don't hug me so--"

There was a faint wailing of a very annoying yet foreboding noise that tell you not to go in the direction it's coming from. In my case, it was a spark of curiosity and a few jabs in the side from my passanger to go investigate. Shayda kept proding at my ribs more, more curoius than I was.

"Do I look like a Rapidash to you?" I asked without looking at her.

I swear she replied in the same rhetorical tone I did with a gleeful smirk across her face. How? Because she stopped edging me on.

Since we hadn't recieved a full tour yet, we ended up going in circles and ending up on floors we didn't even know we had gone up on. Even pointing in oposite directions over where we had come from, then confusing them with where we had gone didn't quite help either.

Eventually, the sound got louder. An alarm. Well something didn't go right somewhere, and that was usually the very department I was heading to. After having the both of us calm down, we walked toward the sirens, and noticed someone walk out. I knew who it was, but Shayda was a bit...let's say, intimidated by him.

"Oy, Kirov!" I called, waving my hand down the hall trying to catch his attention while at the same time running up to the man. "What happened down on the field?"

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Why so not serious?"
Graffiti
En Route to The Under

Mala laid in the captain's quarters bed of the OIN Slave with wet hair. Or it was wet before she went to take a long nap. Mala was dressed in nothing but a wrapped blanket and a breathing mask as she twisted and turn in bed. Soon a loud beeping sound was heard. Mala moved over and around. She then fell over bed and soon an hand could be seen moving around on the bedside table. Mala's hand then grabbed the Bluetooth and PDA.

"Who is that?" said Mala with a sleepily smile. She then saw it was from Art and smiled even more. She simply stared at the communication device without even bothing to put on clothes.

Soon Art's voice was heard, “I’ll be in the Hollow Insides Corporate building. It’s abandoned, so don’t bring any squads or groups with you. Not even a partner.”

Mala sighed and said, "Aww...That is no fun. What was the point of having a team if they can't come. Oh well. I guess that how it is."

Mala then remember the Hollow Insides Corporarte building. It was a building of the big group that was in control of Orre before Art had came with Graffiti. Mala smiled widely as she remember how much fun it was to hurt all of those men. Mala remembered killing a few but it was all just an accidental slip of a finger. It was their fault for getting their hearts in the way of her bullets and blades. Now the building was an empty shell.

Art then countinued boldly, “I know we’ve never met, but…we will this time. Don’t be frightened. Come with fear and you’re practically scaring yourself. However, you come with…trust, then…”

Mala laughed and knew for sure that Art never met her. If so then he would have known that Mala hasn't been scared of anything since she was a little girl. Even then it was nothing for her. Mala smiled a twisted smile as she licked her lips. She then tilted her head and said, "Me afraid? Why why say that? I'll be happy to see you."

“…Forget trust. Come with an optimistic view and everything will be fine…” said Art to correct himself as if he knew what Mala was saying and thinking.

“I don’t have much time, so please be hasty and your own time will only be limited. We have things to discuss…” finished Art as he cut the communication with one last thing. “Art…over and out.”

"Over and out." said Mala as she got up and began to pull her clothes out of the bathroom. Mala quickly changed and began to run out of the room with a twisted smile. Soon she found herself outside on the deck of the OIN Slave and release her charizard. Flashes of the progress of Operation Fresh were running though her head. She knew that while she was gone that her team would be working on it.

Mala then jumped on her charizard and said, "Go go go Char! To The Under!"

At once Char flapped her mightly wings and together they were off in the air.

Mala then yelled, "Anna." There was a buzz heard on Mala's Bluetooth and soon Anna's voice was heard.

"Yes Mala?" asked Anna.

"I am needing to leave for a bit. It seems like I have been called. Called to meet the oh so serious one. If I am not back in time then try to go back to Orange Islands without me and get the OIN Foe and Prey. Try to see if you can gather up some more zombies or something. I try to meet with you guys later or something. So got it?" said Mala with the wind in her hair.

"Yes," said Anna.

Mala smiled and said, "Then later!"

Soon Pyrite Town could be seen and Mala knew that what she seeked was in the place of her childhoood. The place under the surface. The place of darkness. The place known as The Under.

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Five Island, their Base of Operations.

Neil prepared the meal carefully, Nate simply watching on as the food was arranged together and chosen for optimal health benefits. Nate originally didn’t really think that it was necessary, but ever since he’d surrendered this particular aspect of their lives to Neil, their hunger had been noticeably easier to manage, and they had grown like weeds in a patch of uniquely fertile ground.

Their green eyes twinkled as they glanced at their Pokemon eating heartily. Nate grudgingly admitted that, like Neil, he was pleased with the party that they had grouped together here. It was only a matter of time before Neil’s crazy plan actually bore fruit. Nate just wished that the time could be cut in half, or maybe quarters.

They ate in silence, watching Illiad somberly as they did so. It wasn’t long until they were done, and then it was back to business. The receiver booster that we had designed for Dusknoir to use would need building. It wasn’t a difficult job, we could do it ourselves. It was basically just wires fitted to a unique converter that Neil had drawn up that would allow it to be connected to Dusknoir’s antennae, increasing the strength and sensitivity of its feeling the shifts to well over three hundred percent.

Neil guessed that perhaps rather than waiting for someone holding the Artifacts to die, we could use this to detect the faint pulses that he hypothesized would be emanating from one or two specific Artifacts. The Chest of Shadows in particular he felt would be giving of a faint trickling of otherworldly signal that Dusknoir would probably be able to pick up if its sensitivity could be increased to a high enough degree.

They set to hooking up the wires, Nate taking control as they climbed the building’s exterior effortlessly, swinging from the ledges of open windows and grabbing on various outcroppings and such. The building wasn’t really all that tall, only about fifty feet or so, but it would make a huge difference because of the system that Neil had set up. It was almost like sonar, in a way. It could be used to send out a ping that could only be detected by Dusknoir. No other type of Pokemon even had the ability to sense this kind of otherworldly disturbance unless they were already in the lands of the dead.

The idea was that Dusknoir, who was on both the sending and receiving ends of the pulse would then be able to get a good idea of where there was other realm emanations at the moment. The point then would be to check for the mid to low strength emanations, check every ten minutes for about a day, and then isolate any constants.

The biggest problem with this would be that Dusknoir would have to mark the map with the locations of all the relevant shifts. It would be a crude idea that we got for all the constants, but Dusknoir would at least be able to determine which were constants, of that they were sure.

They reached the top of the building and would the wire securely about the tall lightning rod. After about twenty or so revolutions they determined that it was secure and headed down the face of the building quickly, appearing reckless and wild if glanced upon from a distance. Even Neil was uncomfortable with the situation, though he knew that every motion Nate made was precise and calculated to get them to the bottom with minimal danger.

They reached the bottom, landing hard. Their legs drawn up to beside their chest to absorb most of the impact through their legs, and even using their arms to take away some of the force. Their feet tingled slightly none the less, and they headed in the building again, drawing the wire behind them.

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In Progress

Dusknoir Signal Task 33.3% [1/3]
Operation Artifact: 20% [4/20]

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
En Route to Lilycove City

I wasn’t aware that I had lost consciousness, but when I came to, the air was salty, biting at my nostrils, summoning a sneeze from their depths. I tasted it on my lips, bitter; my throat was parched. My vision swam before my eyes, but once I struggled into a sitting position, I remembered where I was… the cold steel floor of the helicopter wasn’t hard to mistake.

Huge rectangular doors had been thrown open on either side of the helicopter, giving the illusion that it had no sides at all. The dreary gray haze of morning stared me in the face, and above the sharp crack of the helicopter blade upon the air, I could hear the gentle washing of the ocean far below. It was soothing, almost peaceful… until I remembered the circumstances, and realized that Oleander wasn’t in my arms. Panic ensued.

“He nodded off just after you,” a deep rumbling voice answered, as though reading my mind. I glanced up to see the large, burly man of African descent, decked in the customary pale blue camouflage of the Nameless Soldiers. His head was shaved bald, and friendly black eyes stared at the snoozing form of my child within his python biceps. He looked so strong, and my son looked so fragile in comparison… He could be crushed in the blink of an eye.

“Sergeant Lionel Privot,” the man introduced himself, grinning. His tone held a bit of authority, but I deduced that he was a generally kind man, and I shook his outstretched hand, only then noticing the many pairs of eyes watching me. There must have been five or six other individuals in the helicopter, all clad in the same sort of uniform that Lionel wore, though I suspected that he was the highest of them all… It was just a sort of reaction to his personality.

After all the introductions had been made and I reclaimed Oleander from Lionel, a serious sort of electricity hung in the air, and Lionel began, “So, it’s quite obvious that you are not of military.. err.. material,” – he eyed my dress and high-heels – “ but we’ve figured that you could be of extreme use in another area.”

“And what might that be, Mr. Big Tough Army Man?” I meant it to be condescending, but Lionel burst into a bit of raucous laughter at my words, his blinding grin flashing on his face.

“Negotiations.” He responded. “Or rather… Communications. You see, superior Nameless Soldier intelligence has alerted us that there may just be a survivor in the ruins of Hoenn.”

“You’re kidding!” I gasped, but the others in the aircraft nodded, confirming Lionel’s words.

“Sources tell us that his name is Curtis Turnage, and before the bombs fell, he was on the task force designing some magnificent satellite technology in a top-secret government facility known as TEGK – Technologies Empowering Government Knowledge. It was supposedly a satellite system that was designed to display a high-powered magnification of a given region, far more advanced than anything we’ve encountered before.”

It was all so confusing. Satellites, government tracking.

“We received a radio transmission from him not but sixteen hours ago, and he has agreed to negotiate with Nameless Soldiers forces. Says we’re the closest controlling power to what was in Hoenn before the Intolerable Depression. We’re the only worldly power he trusts, but he also told us that the negotiation stakes will be high. He didn’t confer any other knowledge. That’s why we need you. It might be dangerous, but you’re the best we’ve got,” Lionel finished, gazing out over the horizon, where the sun was just beginning to break free of the mist.

I contemplated the new information, but my interruption was broken when a woman soldier near the front announced, “Three hours until we arrive at the Lilycove International Airport.”

“I’m in,” I announced, before I even knew the words were coming from my lips.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 5/15

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Waiting for Soups"
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

Mala flew on top of her Charizard as they flew over Pyrite Town. Mala smiled as she knew that at one point a certain little girl was walking these very streets. That little girl stuck out like a pink sore thumb. Mala smiled and then pointed to a part on the rock formation.

Mala then smiled and said, "Well well. So here we are. At the entrance of The Under." Mala then looked at her charizard and said, "Well Char. Take a good break. This will be fun."

Mala then walked into the entrance and then heard a hum as the hover elevator began to make it's way down to The UNder. Soon Mala was surronded by bright neon lights and Some of it was flashing on and off while some showed no signs of turning off. Still the lights were what kept The UNder from being in complete darkness but the buildings looked no different then the ones above ground.

Soon Mala felt somebody bumped into her. This person had tall green spikes on his head and wore black leather pants and a jacket. He looked at Mala and said, "Hey chick! Watch where y-"

The man then paused midsentance and stepped back. He then said, "Oh sorry. Umm...yeah." He then ran off and tried to get away from Mala.

Mala just smiled and said, "OH! Scare are you?" Mala then laughed and pulled out her gun. "Better run. Fast." Mala then shot a few bullets and the man yelled. Mala had no idea if she landed a hit but really the man wasn't dead. Dead men don't yell in pain.

Mala then countinue to walk towards the edge of The Under. The Hollow Insides Corporate building was in that direction. It was the perfect place for somebody that wanted to control The Under to be. It was also a perfect place for Graffitti to make their final stance to take control of all of Orre.

As Mala got closer to the shell of the building, less people were seen. Many people were scared of the Hollow Insides Corporation and even if they are gone with the remains of the building left behind, they had no guts to go there.

Mala then saw the fence that surronded the building and Mala smiled. She saw the lock on the fence and said, "I guess this is just a lock I need to pick right? Easy easy." Mala then pulled out her gun and aimmed at the lock. Mala pulled the trigger and the lock flew in the air. Mala then kicked the door open of the fence and smiled.

Mala looked around and saw the building. She had no idea nor cared how Art got here. She was finally here. Mala then saw an open door that lead inside the building. There was once a rotating door here but that was now gone too. Mala walked inside the building and began to laugh. She then yelled with a smile, "Oh where are you Him? Or should I call you by your name? Is that ok? I am here as you asked me to be. You know Mala Aspecto." Mala then looked around and smiled, "You have a nice place here. I like the nice shades of gray here. So hello."

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

"Oy, Kirov!" Kirov turned his head at the source of the shout. A young blonde woman was running up to him. "What happened down on the field?"

Kirov thought for a second. Who was this again?

Ah, yes, he began to recall, pulling the name from the depth of his memory, back when he was reviewing personnel files. This was Talyn Galians. She specialized in Pokemon handling and training. They had met during last month's department party. Something which Kirov was not particularly well acquainted with, but he did have that one Pokemon. A Flygon, which was currently sitting in a Pokeball on his drawer. He should probably let it out for some exercise later in the day.

"Ah, hello Talyn," he greeted the woman. "The Cryogun malfunctioned. Currently its spewing liquid helium all over the testing facility. How are your Pokemon doing?" He eyed the Ariados mounted on Talyn's back. Not that it was easy to tell with Pokemon, but Kirov thought it was a bit shy, hiding behind Talyn like so. How queer.

(OOC: Sorry about the length, but it's pretty late here, and I gotta go to bed.)

Projects:
Stingray: 4/15
Tesla cannon: 4/10
Cryocopter: 4/15
HMS Empress's Revenge Boomer-Class Submarine 1/20

[RawrIsMyMiddleName]

Scarlet Scorville (Post I)
Route 27 - Construction Site (Kanto)
The Nameless Soldiers

I didn't realize how fast and suddenly I entered the destination point - Route 27. I sat on the graceful bird Pokemon, Swellow, which flew right above the beautiful route. It wasn't familiar; and I've never been her. Though I was set to stay at the construction site, for The Nameless Soldiers. The bird Pokemon just inched to the floor of the construction site, I could see people with efforts working on the construction site.

A helicopter flew above, and I could see it didn't depart that long ago. It didn't quite concern me, but as I was on the sky with it, the thing caught my attention. Though it was no concern to me at all, so I looked down, where the beautiful Swellow laid its feet upon the floor. I faced it with a grin, a sign of appreciation before I returned it. I noticed some smile itself before it jumped into the device, and I took three steps ahead. The construction of it was getting well, and I just supervised it for a few seconds until realizing I was right in front of the construction.

The wall was to save our beloved Kanto from Johto. I didn't care about what was happening, I could easily kill someone within a second. But as a Nameless Soldier, I would follow, no matter what. We decided to prevent their hybrids entering Kanto. We were safe - so why would people try to hurt us like that? I didn't get how twisted the government of Johto was thinking, I just knew this wall would have to come up - before I died.

I wasn't 'that' scared of it, it just feared me. Hybrids haven't hit Kanto much, so it was just creepy. It wasn't natural here yet. It was just as natural as some sort of creature here. It just didn't fit. As I watched the progress, I noticed some worker tapping my shoulder.

"Ms. Scorville," he noted, and a grinned at him.

"Please, Scarlet is fine." He nodded and I waited for him to continue what he was saying.

With a pen fidgeting at his hand, he smiled and began speaking, but it was just a faint stutter and nothing came out. I smiled at him once more and waited for him to continue, though he was not talking.

"The progress is fine, we were just wondering if you could supervise a bit," Once again I directed a smile, still waiting. "We don't know what twisted thing will happen, and we just need some representatives.

"Of course," I replied, throwing a finger to push down my sunglasses. With that note, he left, and I just waited. I stared at the progress, people working on it there, others working on the other side, it was just a lot of people working.

I didn't know what was going to happen, I just knew I had to watch my back.

Projects:
Construction of Route 207 Wall - (6/15) continued from Fiona Tamblyn

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing

I slipped in and out of consciousness in intense pain, occasionally getting a glimpse the empty room before me. Still nobody had come, but I wasn't surprised. It could have been hours, but if also could have been mere minutes. I had no idea. The empty vial and syringe lay on the ground next to me every time I opened my eyes, which told me I hadn't moved much since my initial fall.

I was now stuck in a state of unconscious consciousness, half awake, half asleep. My eyes drooped, closed, then opened, though I could barely see what was going on. I could feel though. I could feel intense burning all over my body, and a headache that made my eyes nearly pop out of my head. The pressure all over my body was arguably the most uncomfortable thing I had experienced, but I didn't really care. The state of being that i was in was like a high, but the opposite. I felt out of body, and I felt in-body at the same time. With each breath I took, the burning continued to intensify, and I felt my entire body bubbling with the virus. My face was smashed against the floor, as far as I could tell, and my sunglasses had fallen off. I wasn't able to feel anymore before I slipped back into the state of subconsciousness.

I floated in my mind, like a pool of fire I floated under it, and the shadow of my being stood before me and inside of me. I saw my heart beat, and I heard my lungs breathing massively. Everything was so vibrant and alive, and yet it felt like I was dead. It was the greatest and worst experience of my life. I was hungry, I was full. I was wet and I was dry. I was tired, and fully awake as I floated through the never ending chasm towards the walls, never reaching them but always getting closer. I was running an infinite race that was just beginning, but I knew it would end soon. It was ridiculous, yet it all made sense.

I snapped back into flaring pain, this time in my torso. I screamed silently for hours before stopping after only a few seconds, and then I screamed again for the first time. So many things happened at once, and I felt like the one thing that was happening held so closely to my perfectly normal mind that I was insane. It was a beautiful experience, and even moreso the ugliest thing I would ever see.

I fell back into the state of ethereal consciousness and tasted a match on my cold dead ears. I poured water on it, buckets and buckets, yet it only flickered as if I had merely waved my hand next to it. It was the never ending flame that was going to burn out soon, but nothing could speed it along. It was the incurable virus that coursed through my veins at the speed of light, taking it's sweet time at each place it stopped. It was an unexplainable theory that had been explained many times over. It was the infection.

Infection: 23%

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
AMS Blackwater Battleship, Chono Island, Sevii Islands

Maintenance on the recovered frigates had been completed, with the personal report to me that stated there was very little damage done to the ships before and during the attack. Overall, it was an extremely successful mission, and I expected many others in the near future. The casualty report only indicated four deaths, which was even less than I thought it would be.

We acted fast, that was the reason why we were successful. However, the mission wasn’t done yet. While other Team Aqua groups were cleaning out the rest of the Orange Islands, we still had other targets in Hoenn that hadn’t been approached yet. Slateport City was one of them, a major manufacturer of submarines that we badly needed. Meanwhile, the HN Marksman air craft carrier was reported to have been in the area, still perfectly serviceable if we could get our hands on it. We didn’t know how many submarines were in Slateport’s submarine pen, but we figured there could be quite a few, and they would definitely be outstanding additions to Team Aqua’s growing naval force if we could get them in time.

Development on the AMS Seafang and the AMS Seatooth was going over swiftly and pristinely. With the soon expected addition of both of these frigates, I knew we were going to need to focus on undersea naval assault tactics as well. That’s where this operation came in. Besides, I couldn’t move ahead with the CDPA blackmail plans until the weapon was done. I was warned however, that working long hours with the CDPA without wearing protection the entire time was extremely risky. I knew that already. Building any bomb was risky though.

From what I heard, CDPA infection was pretty traumatizing. It left many Hybrids depressed, suicidal, and terrified. I seriously doubted any other region would want to be laden with CDPA all over it like what happened to Sinnoh, which would in fact make it an extremely easy bargaining chip to negotiate with. However, this trauma was only going to be temporary. Many Hybrids in Team Aqua had already easily gotten over the fact they were Hybrids, and easily got back into serving Raidon Makoto with extreme loyalty. If we were going to make this work, we needed to strike them down while they were still in disarray, which would be for quite a while. However, over time, the trauma would fade.

And that’s where the weapons would come in…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –13/20 (65%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 13/20 (65%)
CDPA Weapon – 9/25
Behemoth Railguns – 6/25

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing

The pain stopped, as did the constant slipping in and out of consciousness. I felt fairly normal actually, and I was able to get up and walk around without much issue. The only things that were out of the ordinary were my skin, which felt slightly tingly, and the headache that still plagued me. But at least I could think now.

The first thing I decided to do was release the report on Slateport that I had gathered from my journey there. I had forgotten in my haste, and was required to do so as part of my duties to AQUA. I sat down at my computer, and began typing.

Slateport City
Wesk Kieron
Area Status: Alpha

Upon arriving, things seemed fairly ordinary. Nikbur and I surveyed the area as was commanded, and when everything seemed clear (save for the piles of rubble) we moved onto the submarine manufacturing facility.

It was empty, not surprisingly, save for a few dead bodies that had appeared to have been eaten by something, likely a feral pokemon or something of that kindred. Most of the prototypes were still intact, with the exception of the A1 Class-4 Sub. Pictures of what is left of the facility are attached.

After finishing the survey of the plant, we moved south towards the airport to check for any survivors; Hybrid of Human. Upon turning onto Diglett Street (heading south), we noticed a small group of people heading very slowly towards us. I soon identified them as the infected zombies also found on the Orange Islands, and proceeded to the airport with haste.

When their numbers became too massive, Nikbur and I were separated, followed by me radioing for back-up. Shortly after, back-up arrived and I was airlifted back to the Deathwing.

The status of the city remains at Alpha 7 (Dangerous, but manageable) and would require a fairly large forced of highly trained officers to regain control there. Nothing other than zombies were identified as living, thus I would think it safe to move in without hesitation to open fire.

[Kieron]


I finished the status report (though it was incomplete, it would suffice) and sent it to leading AQUA officials including Neo Ashfield, Raidon, and Soap.

Next on my list was to---

"Ungh!" I fell to the ground, gripping my chest. Pain flared through my body again, only this time far more intense than before. I was still fully aware, but could not move as a result of unbearable pain. The infection had continued...

Infection: 39%

[SuperBoy]

OOC: Last post for the night, Chars. Also, Shine is my Super NPC, so don't worry. I'll be RPing him out to along the way. :wink:

Art
Graffiti
Hollow Insides Inc., The Under, Orre

A couple of hours had passed, and to me, they seemed like days. Most of the vending machines were out of order, and the only reason they still worked were because of the poor folk that came through here. They had nowhere else to live and they saw this place as a haven, providing them with shelter on rainy days, and the vending machines providing them with snacks like Poke'chips and Poli-beverages. Of course they didn't have the money to pay for it, so instead, they damaged the machines until they basically spitted out free food.

My time was running low and at the time that I had grew tired, a visitor had entered the abandoned building, automatically letting me know that it was the one girl I had been waiting for: Mala Aspecto; Graffiti's second-in-command. She had arrived faster than I expected, and with all honesty, I had hoped she had followed orders and didn't bring anyone with her. There would just be trouble for them and that wouldn't be good.

“Oh where are you Him? Or should I call you by your name? Is that ok? I am here as you asked me to be. You know Mala Aspecto.” Mala yelled, obviously showing no signs of fear.

This was her first time meeting me, and on the other side, this was my first time meeting her. I usually just provided the orders and led the crew; I didn't interact with anyone else. It wasn't my job, but until now, the game plan had changed. The world had to go into our possession if it wanted to be saved, and it would all start with this conversation that I was about to have with Mala.

I stood at the top of the staircase with my jet-black hood over my head and my Gallade and Arcanine beside me. Arcanine got over the whole "gunshot" incident and quickly learned his place. Gallade was my best companion and understood all orders and knew how to fight well.

“Do you always speak this loud?” I asked with a deep voice, taking off my black cloak and revealing a crimson red jacket, full with Graffiti paintings and a face full of tattoos and small, but noticeable piercings. They weren't just ordinary piercings, but piercings that helped me read the energy of my Pokemon and allowed my Pokemon to sync with me. These were some of my best weapons, and in order for people to get rid of them, they would have to virtually rip apart my head. And quite frankly...that was impossible.

“It's finally nice to meet you, Mala. Now...let's discuss; skip introductions.” I boldly stated.

I could tell that she liked to joke around a lot, but deep down, she had the right attitude for being the second-in-command of Graffiti. She was dangerous...

“Government has taken over the world, our world, and now it's time to take it back." I exclaimed. "I need you to observe Kero-Kahs. There an elite assassination group ready for real missions. Take them with you. Let them fight with you, and when you're done, bring them back to Phenac City. Provide me with results so I may know if they're are ready or not for that project...”

Hopefully, Kero-Kahs would be ready to travel with Mala. They needed not a simulation, but the real thing. If they were successful, then I would know that they were ready.

“Kero-Kahs currently resides in the Zone Hotel up above in Pyrite. Find them and take them. They already know of this. You'll know who they are. They're bodies are tattooed up and the leader of the group is Shine, Graffiti's best assassin and swordsman. If you have any questions or concerns, forward them to Shine.”

At the moment, I had hoped that Mala was consuming this all in. Just to be on the safe side though, I focused my attention onto Gallade and began to talk telepathically.

<Lock her mind; keep it focused on the current conversation at hand.> I commanded. <If any other thoughts come up, erase them.>

Gallade leaped to my side and got into a meditating stance. <Understood, Art...> Gallade said, smiling.

I awaited her reply and expected a certain answer...


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Objectives in Progress

The Graffiti Pacifist - 4/25

[Lord Celebi]

OIAF Base, Kumquat Island
Orange Islands

The abandoned jets were currently being serviced, as it was quickly discovered that much of the engines were covered in what seemed to be zombie goo. The technicians and pilots worked as hard as they could to ungum the turbines, but it'd take a while. The soldiers were also holding the zombies at bay from outside... It seemed like a huge amount of them still existed on the island. What was annoying was those Smokers, that sat on the roof and grabbed troopers with their smoke-like appendages.

My PDA beeped with two messages. The first was from Neo.

Master Raidon Makoto:

I am pleased to report the successful acquisition of five Orange Islands Navy warships from Pummelo Island’s Naval base has been accomplished. Minimal casualties were experienced as a result of attacks on behalf of the infected, but our infected pursuers were eliminated with the destruction of the Pummelo Island naval base. Below is a full list of confiscations made on the base’s assets. Based on the latest report, all of these newly acquired assets are in good and fully serviceable condition.

- OIN Commander Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Blackwater”)
- OIN Taskmaster Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Venomblood”)
- OIN Triumphant Battleship (Now renamed as the “AMS Nightstealer”)
- OIN Patriot Cruiser (Now renamed as the “AMS Razorheart”)
- OIN Predator Cruiser (Now renamed as the “AMS Duskwind”)
- 25 Tomahawk tactical naval missiles
- 50 Apache tactical naval missiles
- “Behemoth” Railgun schematics (Currently in research & development)

With our cargos maximized, whatever was not taken was used in the base’s destruction by remote explosives. To the best of our knowledge, nothing of the base remains, and all evidence of our presence there has been destroyed in the blast.

I look forward to hearing the success of your own mission.

~ Captain Neo Ashfield

Smiling, I was glad that at least one mission was a success. I quickly pulled up a new window, and wrote back;

I look forward to inspecting our new members of the fleet upon my return.

-Raidon

The next was from Wesk;

Slateport City
Wesk Kieron
Area Status: Alpha

Upon arriving, things seemed fairly ordinary. Nikbur and I surveyed the area as was commanded, and when everything seemed clear (save for the piles of rubble) we moved onto the submarine manufacturing facility.

It was empty, not surprisingly, save for a few dead bodies that had appeared to have been eaten by something, likely a feral pokemon or something of that kindred. Most of the prototypes were still intact, with the exception of the A1 Class-4 Sub. Pictures of what is left of the facility are attached.

After finishing the survey of the plant, we moved south towards the airport to check for any survivors; Hybrid of Human. Upon turning onto Diglett Street (heading south), we noticed a small group of people heading very slowly towards us. I soon identified them as the infected zombies also found on the Orange Islands, and proceeded to the airport with haste.

When their numbers became too massive, Nikbur and I were separated, followed by me radioing for back-up. Shortly after, back-up arrived and I was airlifted back to the Deathwing.

The status of the city remains at Alpha 7 (Dangerous, but manageable) and would require a fairly large forced of highly trained officers to regain control there. Nothing other than zombies were identified as living, thus I would think it safe to move in without hesitation to open fire.

[Kieron]

I replied;

Alright, organize a team and rape those zombies. I'll join you later.

-Raidon

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 70% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 70% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 50% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "My mind is too much to handle. It is over 9000!"
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

“Do you always speak this loud?” said Art clearly back in a deep voice.

Mala at once was greeted by a man who face was covered in tatoos wearing a red jacket with bunch of Graffiti symbols on it. He has a few pirecings on his face. Mala smiled and just said in a softer voice then before, "Not all the time. Only when I want to."

She then took a few steps closer to Art and the man countinue to speak, “It's finally nice to meet you, Mala. Now...let's discuss; skip introductions.”

Mala sighed and then lean against a column. She kept her eyes and Art and knew that it was time to get a bit serious but not too much. Mala crossed her arms and in the process shifted the skirt she was wearing a little bit. She then smiled and waited for Art to countinue speaking. “Government has taken over the world, our world, and now it's time to take it back. I need you to observe Kero-Kahs. There an elite assassination group ready for real missions. Take them with you. Let them fight with you, and when you're done, bring them back to Phenac City. Provide me with results so I may know if they're are ready or not for that project...”

Mala smiled. She had heard about the Kero-Kahs. They were a group that were trained to do things that Mala can do but without less blood. That is what she had heard really. There was no way they can sneak as good as Mala but really she didn't care. They were just a pet project for Art just like Mala was working on Operation Fresh and the work being done to the OIN Slave and Servent.

“Kero-Kahs currently resides in the Zone Hotel up above in Pyrite. Find them and take them. They already know of this. You'll know who they are. They're bodies are tattooed up and the leader of the group is Shine, Graffiti's best assassin and swordsman. If you have any questions or concerns, forward them to Shine.”

Mala opened her month a bit to reveal her teeth. So Shine was involved in this too. ANother person that Mala heard things about but didn't really know if they were true. Mala had to admit that she didn't know how to use a sword with superior skill but truely Shine had that. As in assassin, Mala can say she can compete in that. Mala just smiled and nodded.

She then notice that Art was looking at his Gallade. Surely he was telling his psychic pokemon something about something. Mala was knew when somebody was passing hidden message to their pokemon and this was a moment. Mala could guess that Art was telling his Gallade to scan her mind or something.

At the moment, I had hoped that Mala was consuming this all in. Just to be on the safe side though, I focused my attention onto Gallade and began to talk telepathically.

Mala smiled. SHe could only guess what would be welcoming that Gallade once inside her mind. Mala didn't have to have a master's in psychology to know that she had a mess up head. Still that mess up head was something she wouldn't dare trade for anything else. Mala just stared at the Gallade's eyes before the pokemon began to focus on her.

Mala then looked at the ceiling and said, "Well well. This does sounds like fun." She then took a step forward towards Art and said, "The Kero-Kahs and Shine. NOw that is something. Not everyday a girl like me get to have some nice guys like them. Big, strong men right?" Mala laughed and then said, "Well well I guess I have to do what you said and take them with me then right? Anything I want to do with them or does Shine have anything in mind." Mala then winked to Art and said, "Still I think I got it."

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: LOL @ Charbok. Assignment Ada? I might have to make a mission with the codename “The Mercenaries” now. And Neo, is it okay if I make another zombie variation? If not I can take them out of my post, but the Crimson Heads are calling me XD.

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IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Hass (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Currently En Route to Trovita Island, via Private Jet

Night. I didn’t see how Josh could fly this giant hunk of metal at night. I could see well enough thanks to my predator’s vision, but Josh was still human. Anyways, there wasn’t much to see except night sky and dark, blue-gray clouds. How could he tell where he was going? Hmm, must be the different gauges and meters on the plane’s dashboard. Is that what it was called for a plane? Technically this wasn’t a plane, but a jet. Did it matter? Meh. At any rate, Josh had been trained to fly this sort of thing back when he’d been a member of S.T.A.R.S. and all. He was the kind of guy who excelled at the “Rescue” part of “Special Tactics and Rescue Squad.” He often said it was his duty in life, to help those who couldn’t help themselves and to aid those who could, but were just having a hard time of it. He was under the impression that some higher Deity had worked his destiny, resulting in our meeting and, ultimately, him joining The Cullen.

Schro was sitting on the jet’s floor between Josh’s seat and my own. The Persian Hybrid didn’t seem very thrilled about our current mission, but I could tell he was glad to have a change of pace. Normally, his stealth skills were applied to his being The Cullen’s main intelligence agent. He could move with such speed and so covertly that he almost seemed to teleport from one place to another. All but the most complicated of locks fell before his nimble fingers and his array of lock picking tools. He could sneak up on the keenest-eared creature and ninety percent of the time go completely undetected. He was perfect for spy-work and the like. He liked what he did, but he complained often enough that it was boring work, to creep around and always have to work in the background.

“I vish I could get amongst ze people more often,” was his favorite thing to say. “Oh, I don’t mind ze sneaking und all zat, nein, I’m quite fond of my vork. But I also love to be part of ze action. I vish I got to do more interesting zings like you, Fuhrer Harris.” I don’t know why he referred to me as Leader. Maybe it was because I had introduced him to The Cullen and gotten him in. Maybe it was just his personality. I’d asked him about it several times before, but all he ever offered in response was that sly smile of his. The catboy was as cryptic as an alien language sometimes.

“We’ll be at Trovita in about ten minutes,” Josh said from the pilot’s seat. I nodded absently and turned my attention to the small metal slab sitting in my lap. There were a few vials set in iron stands, a small glass pestle, and a pewter crushing bowl on the thick tray. Two of the vials contained dark green liquid, one a bright red powder, and another held tiny blue berries. Some of the berries sat in the crushing bowl, the smashed contents of which were being given time to solidify. I saw Josh glance over and smile a little. “Still working at that miracle potion?”

“Yes,” I answered, poking the crushed berries with a claw. “I can’t quite figure out the appropriate mixture of Knox Berries, red herb powder and extract of green herb. Maybe I should have brought some yellow and blue herb extract to experiment with…” For several weeks I’d been trying to perfect a medicine that would not only restore a person’s health within minutes, but would also grant that person temporary accelerated healing abilities. Fancy talk for momentary invincibility. The idea was a person’s metabolism would be increased to such a rate that wounds would be healed almost as soon as they were inflicted. Of course, that kind of metabolism would burn through energy at an insane pace. I needed to find a way for the medicine to produce its own energy to burn, instead of possibly causing fatal damage to the person using it by eating at their muscles and organs as an energy source. Well, first I needed to concoct the medicine. I knew that combining red herb powder with extract of green herb could heal a person’s wounds within an hour, so long as the wounds weren’t fatal. In fact, I knew just about all the combinations for the three herbs, four if you counted the blue one. Really though, all that did was the same as the other herb combinations, except the blue herb offered the negation of most poisons and toxins. And the Knox Berries? Those were my secret ingredient, which would make the herb mixture potent enough to induce the temporary metabolism increase. If I could figure out the right combination of herbs and the right amount of Berries to use, that is.

“Hmmm, you’ve been vorking on zat for so long now,” Schro commented as he looked over, his cat ears twitching. “I’m surprised you haven’t come up vis a solution yet. You are a brilliant chemist, after all.”

“Hardly,” I snorted, but wasn’t able to completely hide my pride at the remark. I was something of a genius when it came to chemicals and other science-y things, but I was far from brilliant. Mildly gifted might be a better way of putting it. Bah, I was never good at attempting humility. “Anyways, this is a very delicate thing I’m trying to make. The amount of each ingredient has to be perfect or it won’t work. And then I have to find a way to make an energy source for the medicine to run on. Most likely that’ll have to be a separate drug of some kind…” I trailed off, poking at the hardening Knox Berries once again as I frowned and tried to think of a viable solution to the energy problem.

“Vell, ve’ll be at ze Island soon, so at least you’ll have somezing else to vorry about for a few minutes,” the catboy said with that cunning smile of his. He stretched, arching his back like a cat as he added, “I do hope ze refugees are all safe und sound. After all, zis ist ze time ze beasties come out to play.”

“He’s right,” Josh said darkly. “I wish we could have gotten out here sooner. Hopefully all of our targets have the ability to fight and defend themselves, or each other if some of them weren’t lucky enough to become Hybrids good at fighting.” Both males were referring to the objectives of our mission, which was to meet a group of Hybrids that had been stranded on Trovita Island and bring them back to Johto. Apparently the group had been fleeing Orre’s rather hostile borders on a small, hijacked transport vessel. When the vessel was attacked by a Sharpedo, an Abra Hybrid had Teleported everyone to his childhood home located on Trovita. Upon arriving, the Abra Hybrid (coincidently the only one who could Teleport) died of a heart attack. He’d been old and senile, and it was assumed the Sharpedo attack combined with his unintentional Teleporting had done his old heart in. Seeing as none of the other Hybrids were ones that could fly or swim themselves and the others to safety, it was the job of The Cullen to help them. I wondered how the Team had learned of their plight and location, but wasn’t told such information. All I knew was that we’d be picking them up along the northern coast, and that there were around five or six of them.

Josh began taking the jet down and I set my metal tray on the floor. Schro was right; I needed to worry about how our targets were faring, and I needed to worry about the things we were going to be running into. The fact that the Hybrids might be fighting zombies they couldn’t stand against was a haunting one, and I’d be upset for God knew how long if we arrived only to find them being feasted on by rotten carcasses. I shared Josh’s anger about how we hadn’t been able to get out here faster; a series of irritating events had ended up delaying our original departure time by nearly three hours. If we’d left on time, we would have already been out here, picked up the Hybrids, and taken them back to Johto. Now there was a chance some or all of them might be dead before we got there.

Trovita Island reared up out of the inky ocean a moment later. Josh kept to the coast as he guided the jet along, flying a few scant yards above the water and ground below us. I thought he was crazy for flying so low, but it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Anyways, I’d known we’d be flying this low so we could keep an eye out for the Hybrids. By we I meant myself and Schro, of course. Josh had to keep his attention fixed on not crashing us into the island or the sea. Schro and I went to our assigned windows and peered out into the night, scanning the land below for any signs of Hybrids.

“Zere!” the catboy suddenly cried, jabbing a finger at the window he was standing at. His long, curly-tipped tail whipped the air as his ears flattened against his head. A hiss came from him as he added, “We need to land, now! Zey’re being attacked!” I rushed to his side as Josh uttered an oath and swung the jet around, looking for a suitable place to land. I scrabbled to keep my footing and a moment later was at Schro’s side, just in time to see five shapes being chased into the water. I rushed to the door and yanked it open, shouting to Josh, “Keep her steady for a moment, I’m going in…out…whatever!”

“Are you nuts?!” Josh retorted, even as he pulled the jet out of the tight turn he was making. “You’ll break a leg or maybe both jumping from this high!”

“Only if I don’t land right,” I told him as I crouched, then leapt out of the jet. I fell the five or so yards between the jet above me and the ground below, landing in a crouch. I bent my knees and my stout legs absorbed the impact, but a jarring pain shot through both calves. I winced, thinking I must have strained the calf muscles in both legs. It didn’t hurt too much yet, but I’d be suffering some nasty cramps and charley horses later.

“Help!” came a distant scream. I gritted my teeth and started running towards where I’d seen the Hybrids. Dark trees stabbed into the sky about a mile to my right, and in that space there was short, stiff grass. I was in an area where the grass met the beach, and there were all manner of small rocks and clumps of nettles for me to enjoy running over. Thankfully, the thick, tough scales on my feet protected me from all but the sharpest rocks and more potent nettles. The minor stings and scratches weren’t enough to distract me from my duty, though, and I ran on as I heard more cries for help over the wavering moan of the mobile dead. Above me was the dull roar of the jet as Josh continued looking for a place to bring it down.

I reached the area just as the first zombies started shambling into the water after the other Hybrids. I roared as loudly as I could, hoping to draw the zombies’ attention to myself as I charged at them. The desiccating things turned to face me and moaned, lifting their arms and clawing as they started towards me. Well, most of them. The ones that had reached the water continued after their original victims, who were babbling and shrieking in terror as they tried moving away. Not good; the farther out they went, the likelier they were to run into Squids.

“Stop moving!” I yelled at them as I ran past the first few zombies I came to. “Stay where you are, I’ll get them before they reach you!” One zombie was too close for me to run by safely, so I drew my katana and cleanly sliced off the top of its head. Putrid brain matter and jellied liquid oozed from the thing’s skull as the zombie collapsed in a stinking heap of maggot-riddled flesh. A few more zombies followed the first before I was close enough to jump over the heads of the ones out in front. I landed with a splash in icy water as I whirled, hacking the head of the nearest zombie off and splitting the skull of another. Three more were dispatched with a massive Fire Blast; the things moaned and splashed around before falling into the water, where they continued to burn. Behind me, the five Hybrids were sobbing and repeating thanks and blessings. I wanted to tell them to save such words for when we were safely back in Johto, since we weren’t out of danger yet.

Then I heard the bang of a gun going off: Josh and Schro had arrived. The gunfire sounded again as Josh started emptying his Luger into the heads of the zombies I’d passed earlier. The blasts were punctuated by the ratta-tatta-tatta tattoo of Schro’s Typewriter, which he normally kept slung over his back. Now he was using the machinegun to mow down the zombies that were stumbling towards him. His ears were pressed against the sides of his head as he swung his weapon back and forth, shredding his foes to bits with hot blasts of lead.

“Come on!” Josh called over the din. “The jet’s still running; I didn’t want to waste time starting ‘er back up, so I left her running!” I nodded and waved for the Hybrids behind me to follow as I started forward, and a moment later the lot of us was moving towards the spot Josh had landed the plane. The males did most of the work in holding the zombies at bay, with me only having to wield my katana when one of them needed to reload. We were making good progress; it seemed there weren’t very many zombies out here by the coast. Well, you know what they say. If something can go wrong, it will.

We were close to the jet when it happened. Schro spotted movement to the left and turned to open fire, but the attacker nimbly darted to the left and avoided the bullets. It then tore towards us with more speed than a zombie had any right to move with.

“Holy sh*t!” Josh yelped, also having seen the zombie. “That bastard hauled ass!” In the time it took him to say that the thing was upon us. It looked different from average zombies, as well as the mutated variations we had files on. This one had crimson-tinted flesh that seemed to be in relatively fresh condition. When it lashed out at Schro, I saw three-inch long talons sprouting from the tips of its fingers. Schro fired his Typewriter again, this time at point-blank range, and at least two-dozen rounds pounded into the zombie’s flesh. The assault wouldn’t have disposed on an ordinary zombie, but it would have knocked them flat on their back.

Not this fellow.

The zombie barely stumbled back a few paces before recovering and giving an unearthly shriek. It lunged forward with incredible speed and lashed at Schro again, opening a bloody gash on the catboy’s arm. He cursed in pain and surprise, making to smash the zombie in the face with the butt of his weapon. Josh beat him to the punch by blasting the thing’s head apart with a shot from his Luger.

“You okay?” he asked, and Schro nodded a few times as he glared at the zombie collapsed on the ground, then at his wound. Blood was steadily running from the injury, but not at a life-threatening pace. Still, the wound needed to be tended to before it had a chance to fester.

We moved on and reached the jet without further incident. The other Hybrids were ushered aboard after we made sure no zombies had snuck on, and Josh started the touchy process of getting us into the air without the use of a proper runway. Just as he was easing us into the air, I saw an orange flash in the distance. Pummelo Island…

“You see zat?” Schro asked, his ears twitching madly as he stared at the glow. Smoke started rising thickly into the air as we gained height, or altitude, or whatever you call it in you’re in a jet.

“Maybe there are survivors on Pummelo who saw or heard us going by, and they’ve started a fire or something to get our attention?” I suggested, though that hardly seemed logical.

“More likely it was just something being left exposed to the elements too long and finally exploded,” Josh responded, reaching for the jet’s radio. “That light and smoke appeared too suddenly for it to have come from a fire that was built gradually. Still, it could be signs of life…better make sure.” He fiddled with a dial under the radio and the soft hiss of static could be heard. “This is Redfield, piloting Howlsong Delta, does anyone copy? Repeat, this is Redfield piloting the Howlsong Delta, is there anyone on this channel that copies?” He then fell silent, waiting for an answer. When he saw my scowl, he said, “I’m no expert on the terrain of Pummelo, but I know the general lay of the land. From here it looks like that glow and smoke are coming from the Naval Base. If someone’s gone and blown something up on purpose, for whatever reason, they might be close enough to one of the Base’s radios and hear me. Or someone might be on one of the ships and hear over the radio on those. Of course, I don’t know what channel they might be using, so I’ll flip over to another one if no one answers in a minute.” As he repeated his message into the radio, I went to see to Schro’s arm and to check on our targets.


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Current Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 1/25
Metabolism Drug 1/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 1/?
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OOC: Yes, Schro is German XD.

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Mt. Battle, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
A post a day keeps boredom away - I can't wait for a day off from work

“Ugh,” Vance Gray muttered as he stared at the monitor of his computer. Classes were cancelled today; they only came in to learn from him every other day. For the other teachers this would mean that the second group of students would be coming in to learn, but because he was only teaching the very best he was able to put the two smaller classes into one big one so that he would have every other day off.

As it was he was in his own personal quarters in the PACK hideout outside of Agate. The trip was of decent length, but because of the host of flying Pokémon at his command the trip wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t that fun, of course, having to get up early and fly to go teach a class about the intricate task of becoming a Pokémon master, but he was doing it to earn his pay from Team Graffiti.

Currently he had nothing to do, there were no small tasks for him and no missions that he needed to conduct. And so he did what he always liked to do whenever he had free time: read about the news. It was there that he got to know what else was happening in the world, and it reminded him just how good he had it. All over there were talks of poverty and problems, especially in Fiore, Almia, and Sinnoh, the three continents without a team to back them up. Because of this there government was shattered, a remnant of what it was before.

“One thing I don’t get,” he said aloud to himself as he ran a hand through his dark hair, “is why there are people so up-in-arms about the whole hybrid thing.” Vance was reading an article about some of the anti-hybrid movements that were starting to become so popular, and there was even mention of a group called Blue Cosmos (:P) that lived in Orre. Apparently it was backed by a wealthy mobster, because it was one of the only groups anymore that still had enough money to purchase weapons, weapons that were used to kill any hybrid in sight. “Zombies I can understand being against, but why hybrids?”

Of course, Vance happened to be more tolerable then most everyone, and he saw the creation of these hybrids as a gift instead of a curse. Sure, it was a shame for some of the more beautiful girls to lose their once stunning beauty by becoming Koffing hybrids, but they usually become much more powerful. It wasn’t necessarily a question of military strength, though, even in everyday life it would be nice to be a hybrid.

His fingers danced across the keyboard, and soon the young man had brought up the informational database for Graffiti on hybrids. It was a nifty compilation giving information on the process, any experiments done, and anything else one could think about. “Maybe I should think of becoming one,” he thought aloud, “then maybe I could at the very least send a message to others that it is alright to be a hybrid.”

He quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought. Though the thought of power intrigued him much more then he would admit, he was afraid that he would turn into a Muk hybrid or something similarly despicable. ‘Then I would have no luck with the ladies,’ he thought as he stood up and grabbed his light jacket. Striving to get the thought out of his head he went out of his quarters, intent on doing something worthwhile.

Project List

Element-Proof earpieces: 3/5
Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 3/20
HK-71 plans: 3/30
NU Sea Turtle: 1/20

[Shen]

Jacob Donahue
The Cullen
Fort Schriever, Rustboro City, Hoenn

I wiped the grime from under my eye as I fired at another zombie's head and caused it to explode. I was thankfully seeing less and less now, of course, but I was still coming across these poor beings, no longer human. But they were a rather big waste of my bullets.

Putting the gun back in the holster at my hip, I activated my comm piece in my ear. "Susan, tell me again why I'm in the middle of zombie central?"

There was a sigh and a chuckle on the other side, before words came through. "Our contact with the Hoenn military had hinted that they were developing new technology for their military before Operation Task Subjugate," she explained, "Since we lost the contact to zombification, we've needed to send someone to retrieve any information that could be useful in the current situation. Since you volunteered, we sent you and a task force to go deep into the base to see what you can find."

I sighed. "Right, next time I volunteer for something like this again, hit me across the temple, would you?"

"Roger that, sir."

"I dunno whether to take it as a compliment that you'd take even that order from me, or to be insulted you agreed so quickly." With that, I shut off the link and continued walking.

The five others with me kept perimeter watch as we walked, looking for any more signs of those zombie hordes that seemed to pop up as much as video games suggested. I felt odd, wearing only a light Kevlar vest over a dark blue military combat uniform and boots, while the rest of the squad was decked out with helmets, assault packs, and extra weapons. It left me feeling a bit exposed, but with these people with me, I felt decently safe.

We'd arrived in Hoenn aboard a rather personalized motor boat four hours previous, and we had made our way across Hoenn on foot, avoiding as many skirmishes with zombies as we could. We had done decently well until we reached Fort Schriever, which was the military link with Devon Goods, who developed together, though which front it came from depended on the type of product it was; Devon distributed the goods for more civilian life, while Schriever handled the military-based projects. Hence why we were here. There were untapped projects we could use, I was sure.

We checked building after building for signs of plans or blueprints, but so far, to no avail. We had found scrapped projects and papers about everything but what was useful lately. I wasn't discouraged yet, though, so we kept searching.

We stacked outside a door to a smaller-than-average building, waching all angles as we burst in, weapons raised in case there were some more zombies, or worse, any of the acid-tongued zombies we'd come across a few times. We found nothing but dust and darkness, however, and lowered our weapons, keeping alert.

There was a desk covered in what were obviously blueprints, and I felt elated; we'd found them. I thanked our incredible luck and walked forward, holstering my pistol again and picking up one of the large sheets. I looked it over.

opening the link again, I spoke into my comm piece. "Sarah, I think we found something that would be of great interest to us."

OOC: Short, I know, I'm never good at introductory posts :oops:.

[Dog of Hellsing]

Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Hass (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Currently En Route to Johto, via Private Jet

Schro's arm wasn't as badly injured as it looked. I cleaned the wound with a med kit that was stowed behind the pilot's seat, sprinkled some green herb powder on it from a pouch I kept handy, then wrapped a length of gauze around the limb. I tied it off and smiled a bit.

"How's it feel?"

"Much better, Fuhrer Harris. Sanks!" He then sat down and started tending to his Typewriter. I chuckled and faced the Hybrids we'd picked up. They were a harassed-looking group consisting of four adult (three men and a woman) and a young child. Two of the men were Fearow Hybrids, the third was a Growlithe Hybrid, the woman was an Arbok Hybrid, and the child was a Jirachi Hybrid. Somehow that seemed appropriate. None of them were injured, not physically at least. They all had the look of emotional and mental trauma, though. The haunted glaze to their eyes spoke of hard times and trying experiences.

"Thank you for saving us," the Growlithe Hybrid said, hugging the child to himself. "I thought we were goners...the Blue Cosmos...those fiends! If they hadn't tried to murder us we wouldn't have had to flee Orre's coast. But they ambushed us one evening and killed four others who'd been traveling with us. We couldn't stay after that, not knowing there were people out for our blood living a few scant miles away..." The man trailed off and I nodded in sad agreement. People were so hostile towards Hybrids in some places, seeing us as monsters or freaks instead of unfortunate people who'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"It's no problem. The Cullen exists to help those in need. These people who ran you out of Orre...Blue Cosmos, you said they were called? I'll make a note of them in my report. Our leader might be interested in...dealing...with those people." If they had attacked out of fear I could have understood, but it sounded like these Blue Cosmos people were committing hate crimes. And they must have been well-armed to deal with a group of ten Hybrids so efficiently. That meant they could become a threat if ignored for too long.

I left the group and went to my seat, collapsing into it and taking up my metal tray. Josh was still repeating his message, but there was no reply as we started off towards Johto. I sighed softly as I poured a little of the green herb extract into the crushing bowl with the Knox Berries, thinking about the strange zombie that had attacked us a few moments ago.

"Damn, I'm not getting any responses," Josh mumbled as he fiddled with the knob again, then repeated his message for what had to be the fifteenth time. "Maybe it was just some freak accident...whatever it was, we can't wait around here too long or we'll run out of fuel. I don't want to have to land somewhere and refuel with the zombies up and about now..."

I didn't reply, mostly because my PDA started beeping at that moment. I shifted in my seat to dig the device from my pocket and read the message I'd been sent from one of the senior scientists:

"Miss Harris,

Production has begun on the Anti-Freak Chemical Guns you've given us plans for. We're producing the smaller Casuli guns first, and if those go smoothly we'll proceed with the Jackal guns. Also, the Personal Defense Suits are being planned as per your request. We're still working out the kinks in design, so when you get a chance can you stop by the laboratory and lend a hand?

~Dr. Kovo"

I smiled a little as I typed out a quick reply expressing how happy I was to hear the news, and that I would indeed drop by the lab as soon as I had a chance. I sat for a moment longer before deciding to send Heero my report. I had the PDA in hand, after all. Must as well get it out of the way before I forgot anything important.

"Mr. Donahue,

Our mission is currently ninety percent complete. We have succeeded in securing all five targets and are currently en route to Johto. We may be late in arriving, as there was an explosion of some kind from Pummelo Island as we were preparing to leave. Redfield is attempting to hail anyone who may be near the blast site, but there's been no reply so far.

We were attacked by a strange, crimson-skinned zombie as we returned to the jet. It had large claws as well, and moved with more speed than any other zombie I've seen. I ask that I be allowed to return to Trovita at a later date to try and gather as much data on this new variant as possible.

Also, I have been informed by one of the targets that the group was chased from Orre by a violent group known as Blue Cosmos. Apparently four other Hybrids were slain before the group could flee. This strikes me as disturbing, as it sounds to me as if this group was acting not out of misunderstanding or fear, but rather hate. It may be wise to look into the issue.

Dr. Kovo has just informed me of two projects that have undergone various stages of development, the ones I asked about some time ago. They are the A-FCG and the PDS. I will keep you updated on the results of these projects if you like.

~Harris"

I then put my PDA back in its assigned pocket and returned my attention to my medical work, if that's what it could be called.

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Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 2/25
Metabolism Drug 2/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 2/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 1/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 1/25
Personal Defense Suits: 1/30
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[ID Saraibre Ryu]

Talyn Galians
Nameless
RnD, Nameless HQ

I listened carefully. I knew helium was what made baloons float, but liquid helium? I knew that had to have been incredibly frigid, enough to make a horde of Froslass overjoyed. It explained why the alarms went off, but Kirov seemed to think it wasn't something the department couldn't fix. Still, I was a bit put off by using firearms all together, but I had to let it go when I joined the team. I was most likely one of the only people who didn't use a gun, or bothered to cook anything for that matter.

"My Pokemon are as good as they usually are. My Kingdra needs to work on his Ice Beam technique a bit for ground combat but I'm sure he'll get it right within the week." I answered politely. "He can't quite get the layering and thickness right yet, he often tries to hard and it ends up way too uneven."

Remembering the first time I taught Tydran Ice Beam, it wasn't very pleasant. It was to help win against the Blackthorn gym, but he was still a Seadra at the time. Gemni and Fyslow weren't happy with his aim, and ended up getting shot with the attack more often than not. Shayda hid behind me most of the time, while Bandit simply ran around the foliage and Ashe blasted out fire as if it were nothing. Ah, those were good times...before all this chaos came down upon our exsistence.

"Tydran probably needs to be put into a more pressured situation. Gemni and Shayda apologize for hitting him...or at least I think Gemni does."

Shayda poked me in the side once again, clearly in protest. "Hey, I've had you for almost as long as Ashe, so I know your gestures by now. Gemni has a habit of not making up her mind."

It was as true as day. Gemni would sit there, and if you left her in a room with two buttons, the Garchomp would look at them, and debate over which one to push for at least four hours. How do I know? She couldn't decide on if to eat an Oran berry first, or the Figy berry for a snack. Gemni has a tendency to hang around Fyslow a lot, so he always gets impatient and aggitated, and decides for her. Yes, if you haven't noticed by now, I know my Pokemon's personalities, even if I can't understand their speech. Thats what I get for hatching over half my team.

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Skies over Lilycove City, Hoenn

The winds whipped away at Yuki's body, but he hardly felt it beneath the weight of all his equipment. What he was about to do was complete madness, but that was exactly why he was the only one who was going to do it. Him, and his Garchomp Ryoma at least. Truth be told, Yuki's Pokemon were not the most disciplined ones out there, and that was a bit of a problem. Their strength was top notch of course, especially with Marisa taking over the training sessions these days while Yuki busied himself with other things, but strength was not going to do much in these circumstances. After all, this was madness.

Jumping off a plane without a parachute basically redefined what was completely nuts, but with his Pokemon's aid, he knew he could make it.

Taking a step towards the open cargo door, the warrior remembered the events that had led to all this, and smiled. The flight captain had yelled out that landing was completely impossible, which almost caused Leon to go nuts, until he took out his binoculars and took a look at the landing strip himself. It was completely overrun by zombies, more than a hundred of them, blocking the way and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Even assuming the plane did not get one of them caught in the landing gears while trying to navigate the crowded runway, there was no guarantee that their only way home would remain safe while Yuki and Marisa cleared a path.

Who now meant that Yuki had to cut a bloody swathe through them by himself first, while the plane circled overhead.

It sounded like fun.

Then another issue had cropped up about how Yuki needed to start fighting the moment he reached the ground, and having to contend with a massive canvas behind him was a distraction he could not afford. Marisa had brought up the possibility of him cutting the ropes before he landed, but with the prevailing winds, that was hardly any better. So Yuki had offered to make do without a chute, and Leon had agreed, overruling Marisa's objections.

Marisa had started yelling about men after that, but Yuki always stopped listening when she was having one of her moments. There would have been reason to worry if she had been a normal sane woman, but she was probably just jealous that Yuki was the only one with the necessary reflexes and strength to pull it off.

Jumping off the plane, Yuki cut through the air like a bullet, and was once again thankful for his suit. In these crosswinds, anything else would have seen him ripped apart.

Five...

Starting the countdown, the Akagane pulled out Ryoma's Pokeball, getting ready to release his Garchomp.

Four...

Yuki hurled the Pokeball at the ground, and watched as the Dragon-type exploded with fury, sending zombies flying away with almost frightening ease.

Three...

He removed the pin from a smoke grenade, waiting for the precise moment to drop it.

Two...

He tossed the grenade, covering the zombies with a cloud.

One...

He braced for impact.

Zero!

He landed on the ground. Hard. Would have been harder still if Ryoma had not shot off the ground and grabbed him, but he would be feeling that one for weeks.

"That was fun. Now, time for cleanup."

Drawing his claymore, Yuki removed a zombie's chest with a huge swing, and watched it crumple into a heap on the ground.

"Well, at least they don't spurt too much."

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 4/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 4/25

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 4/15

[Dog of Hellsing]

Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Hass (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Currently En Route to Johto, via Private Jet

Hmmmm. A chemical reaction with 26% Knox Berries and 74% green herb extract. A slight bubbling that indicated the ingredients merging and forming something else. I smiled a little as I carefully watched the reaction, making mental notes about every little thing. Once the bubbling had ceased, I cautiously set the tray on the jet's floor and took out my PDA. After accessing the Memo function, I added what I'd learned to an already-extensive list of notes.

~Ingredients: 26% Crushed Knox Berries ; 74% Green Herb Extract
~A chemical bonding of the agents in the ingredients resulted in the form of minor bubbling. Bubbling lasted for approximately five seconds. No other change noted.

I set my PDA in my lap and bent over, dipping a claw in the thick mixture and coating the tip. I then lifted it and licked the mixture off. It tasted mildly bitter because of the herb, but mostly sweet thanks to the berries. I waited a few moments, and when I felt no change I picked up my PDA again.

~No changes noted on initial internal test.

I sighed and saved the notes, then put the device back in my pocket. I'd monitor myself closely, checking every little scratch or bruise I got over the next hour or so to see if it would heal. If it would I would add the information to my notes, but for now I was no closer to my goal than I had been all those weeks ago. I grumbled irritably, but then shook my head and turned my thoughts to other things. Like the Anti-Freak guns.

While their name implied use only against the various zombies roaming some of the regions, they could actually be used against anyone or thing. They fired pellets that were combined of various chemicals, depending on the round. A Flash Round was comprised of highly flammable chemicals that exploded into flames upon hitting anything solid. Acid Rounds consisted of acidic chemicals that activated upon becoming wet (any liquid would do). There were other rounds currently being worked on, but those would probably be the two major ones. The Casuli was a smaller, lighter version that could only hold seven rounds at once, and all the rounds had to be the same. If its development went off without a hitch, then the work on the Jackals would begin. The Jackals were larger and could fire their rounds with more strength, speed, and accuracy. They also held fifteen rounds, and would have specially-designed chambers that would allow the user to mix different kinds of rounds, if they so desired.

Then there was the Personal Defense Suits. I wasn't sure about how they were going to be designed yet, but we hoped to make something similar to a bullet-proof vest for the entire body. That would be a while in coming though, since there were still design flaws to work out.


~~~
Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 3/25
Metabolism Drug 3/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 3/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 2/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 2/25
Personal Defense Suits: 2/30
~~~

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Five Island, their Base of Operations.


Nate and Neil had to work together rather closely for this one to work. Neil didn’t have the precision required to actually connect the wires to the circuitry that he had designed. Nate however was steady as a rock, and he moved methodically as he soldered the various strands of metal together as Neil directed.

The circuit board was just a basic thing, but the idea behind this was to keep the design as simple as possible. The more complex they tried to make it, the more likely they were going to introduce some unseen variable into the equation and make the machine completely useless, or even dangerous. Dusknoir watched on, waiting to play its part in helping us with the project once it finished.

Nate wiped the tip of the soldering iron on the wet sponge again, the acrid smell of the burning flux filling their nose along with the room around them. There were exactly thirty seven joints that needed connecting, something that would take only a half an hour at most. The Solder that we used was custom made however. Neil had determined that lead would likely impair the signal that Dusknoir would be manipulating, whilst silver would enhance it. It was a 66% silver, 30% tin and 4% copper mix, rosin core. Acid core would oxidize too easily, and attract water and other hindrances to the signal.

Rosin would stay clean and go inactive once it had cooled. The only problem with the arrangement was that the solder was harder to work with because of the high silver content. The temperature required to ensure a stable bond was much higher than with low silver content solder, but Neil had insisted. They’d had to get a special soldering iron that burned at much higher temperatures to do this job.

Needless to say, the room was getting warmer. With such high heat being used, they had taken care to turn on the air conditioning to a whole ten degrees lower than their regular 66. Nate melted the silver on precisely, taking care to make certain that there was an adequate and equal amount of the adhesive at each of the joints. The wires that they ran even had a high silver content, about 37%, and the rest copper. Needless to say, it was a slightly expensive operation. The wiring had taken been the greatest expense that they’d mandated that entire year, on top of even the DNA samples that Neil had made so that Ditto could properly ferry them where they needed to go.

In total, they’d used somewhere around 200 pounds of silver for this project. Thankfully, that happened to be the most difficult part of the operation.

Nate touched the tip of the tool to the bond they were forming, dropping a perfect sphere of shining silver metal on the spot. It cooled quickly, the flux steaming upward in a visibly spiraling small cloud of vapor. He moved on to the next joint, once again tapping them together for the estimated four and a third seconds before letting the solder drip directly onto the base were it hardened almost instantly. The silver clump of metal was reaching up the wire in a teardrop shape, almost like one of those chocolates, the Hershey’s Kisses.

This process continued for a good while, but Nate finally finished welding their wires to the circuitry. He leaned back languidly, stretching their back and groaning slightly with stiffness. He made sure to clean off their tools spotlessly, then placed them all away methodically, ignoring the protestations of excitement and haste that Neil was flinging at him to get a move on.

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In Progress

Dusknoir Signal Task 66.6% [2/3]
Operation Artifact: 25% [5/20]

[EonMythos]

Armina Rosen ~ Noah Lockley
The Cullen
Goldenrod City, Johto

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I sighed as I crouched in the corner of the shabby little building, tail flicking back and forth behind me in short, jerky motions and ears twitching repeatedly. The place was horribly dim -

Drip. Drip. Drip.

- but I could still see quite well with the bits and pieces of light that snaked through the boards on most of the windows, and my eyes were fixed on the dusty gray concrete underneath my hands as I rested. No, more like waited impatiently -

Drip.Drip.Drip.

- because where the hell was Noah when he was supposed to be here over an hour ago? And could someone stop that infernal sound?

I didn't realize I had said that out lout until it actually did stop, and then I blinked over to see Kain had stopped the leak with his scythe, looking at me with a mostly bored but maybe just slight amused expression on his green face.

"Thank you," I stated simply, tail stilling now that part of my annoyance had been removed, eyes sliding back over to the entrance of the rundown little building. Noah - my partner/personal trainer/person who got me into this mess - should have entered by that door roughly an hour ago with my Charizard, Rendan, and as the latter was practically a mother hen when it came to me I was more than a little on edge. They were never, ever late.

The sound of shuffling footsteps along concrete floated up to my ears, and ducked back a bit more to hide my bright hair and skin. Kain took a defensive stance, resulting in the dripping sound returning, but I could ignore it now in favor of the shadow approaching the single beam of light that floated in from the open door. It was kept that way so I would know when someone was coming, as it was the only entrance to the little storehouse like building, and anyone coming here that wasn't Noah was probably bad business...or homeless, but there were plenty of better places for them to go than here.

I relaxed with the bulky form of my dear Charizard ambled in, Noah following after him with a relatively calm looking face. But even I could see the slight limp, and I narrowed my eyes at him even when he tried to wave it off, “Where were you?”

“Where? Hmm…trying to get some info from an old contact,” was the vague reply, and I sighed in aggravation when he didn’t say anything else; he wasn’t going to say anything, and I really had no right to ask him. He was my superior after all.

“Whatever, can we get this over with?” I asked, standing up and running a hand disdainfully through my hair, “I really want to get back to my apartment. This place is so not a place I’d like to sleep.”

Noah rolled his eyes, tossing me Rendan’s Pokeball while the Charizard in question and Kain stood to the side, having one of their silent conversations that they got so good at.

“You can go home for the night…but we’ll be leaving again tomorrow morning.”

My eyes slid over to look at the back of Noah’s head as he turned to leave, “Oh? I didn’t know about this…”

“Of course not. It was just decided.”

“And you’re not going to tell me what it is, are you?” He turned to give me an almost cheeky grin, and I growled under my breath, <Annoying b-.>

<I suggest you don’t finish that,> Rendan spoke up in a deep rumble, both him and Kain looking at me disapprovingly. I just shook my head, returning them both to their Pokeballs before trotting off after Noah, more than a little happy to get out of this shabby little dank building.

So much for taking a break tomorrow…

“Oh, and you might want to bring your gun this time.”

[Dog of Hellsing]

Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Hass (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Johto, En Route to Goldenrod City

We reached Johto and were flying towards Goldenrod, where our targets would be dropped off and handed over to a group who would assess their health and get them settled. Once we gave the Hybrids into the hands of their assigned caretakers, I would go to the lab and see what I could do about helping with the Personal Defense Suits. I would also drop by and oversee the creation of the Anti-Freak Casuli guns. I was eager to see how development was coming, and I had come up with a few ideas for new rounds.

Toxin Rounds would be as dangerous to the weapon's wielder as they would be to their targets. Highly toxic chemicals would seep into the target's skin to be absorbed by their blood upon contact. However, if fired from a Jackal the Toxin Round might punch into its target, as might any of the rounds I was planning on making. Except for one, which was meant to heal instead of hurt.

Recovery Rounds would comprise of soft chemicals, most likely a combination of powdered herbs fused together with a tiny bit of green herb extract. The round would explode upon contact with someone or thing, but the design would allow the round to break down upon initial firing and as it passed through the air. This was to ensure that, by the time it hit its target, the blow would barely be sufficient to raise a small bruise. Once contact on a skin surface was made, components of the round would be absorbed into the skin and then the bloodstream. It wasn't a proper substitute for herbs applied the normal way, but if one was out of herbs, or if a wounded comrade were out of distance, then Recovery Rounds would come in handy.

Then there were Blast Rounds, which would basically be like a mini grenade. The chemicals used to make it would explode if the round hit its target with sufficient strength. I was trying to estimate just how unstable to make the ingredients for those particular rounds: too unstable and they'd explode when the gun was fired, not unstable enough and they'd be pretty much useless. I'd go over some equations when I reached the lab.

All in all, five kinds of round to start with wouldn't be bad. As time went on and we learned from test and field trials, we could decide what worked and what needed to go. We could also use data we compiled to make ever more kinds of rounds. The more the merrier, as they say.

We reached Goldenrod not too much later. Josh took the jet down in the street and everyone piled out. I checked Schro's arm before he and Josh went to escort the Hybrids to where they'd start their new lives, then we parted ways. I made for Game Corner, which had been modified into a lab back when The Cullen had started cleaning up Johto. The Game Corner had drawn a lot of crime and had been closed, then reopened for the scientists of our Team to use as a spacious workplace. That was wear my Anti-Freak guns and the Personal Defense Suits were being made, and it was also where I did most of my work regarding my Invincibility Medicine. I walked towards the building in the distance, humming softly as I once again wondered about the weird zombie we'd been attacked by.

"I wonder why it's skin was so red?" I mused aloud as I walked. "They're obviously a new variant...I think I'll refer to them as Crimson Heads in the data I collect, if Jacob will allow me to return to Trovita and study them."


~~~
Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 4/25
Metabolism Drug 4/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 4/?


Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 3/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 3/25
Personal Defense Suits: 3/30
~~~

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Five Island, their Base of Operations.



Neil Grabbed up the circuitry with a gentle hand, coaxing it from it’s position to the protective casing that would keep it from getting damaged now that all the wiring had been connected. He screwed the screws into the hard plastic shell slowly, then picked it up and flipped the contraption over carefully. It was large for how simple it was. It was nearly a foot by a foot and a half, and two inches thick. There was a small screen on the one side that Neil had put on just for curiosity, displaying the amount of vibrations and other types of signals moving through the wires.

He hoped that one of the hundreds of sensors he had added would be able to track the signals that Dusknoir sent, if only to see that he could.

He attached the connecting device to Dusknoir gently, explaining to him exactly what it was that he would be doing as though he hadn’t already done so hundreds of times. Dusknoir didn’t seem to mind though, paying attention to Neil’s words perfectly and showing no signs of discontent.

“Now, you’ll need to basically just indicate the direction and the magnitude of the shifts on the map here, using the touch screen.” he said, indicating the screen before him.

Dusknoir made an understanding motion patiently. He had been practicing this for the last two years, and knew perfectly well how to operate the equipment. The only new aspect this time was that Dusknoir would now have the assistance of the antennae that they had built.

Neil busied himself with attaching the straps securely beneath Dusknoir’s shoulders. He knew that all the strapping was probably overkill, but deep down it was really all just excitement and anticipation that were making him feel in such an explanatory mood.

He flipped on the switch to the flat screen, logging into the secure system with the robotic administration of a few swipes across the screen. This security system was unique to this single device, thought up by Neil. Basically, it relied on the person being able to draw with their fingers on the screen a symbol with enough precision that the system could recognize it.

Not only was the symbol important, but it measure your fingerprints in various locations, and also measured the temperature of the individual making the motions. Neil had discovered that their normal internal temperature was slightly higher than normal, and that this difference made temperature sensing combined with fingerprints more secure than simple fingerprinting.

He did of course have a backup password along with a basic fingerprint scanner, but that was only if they happened to be sick and their body wasn’t the right temperature to activate the system without it. The screen flickered to life, and Neil hurriedly brought up the mapping system, calibrating it to accept Dusknoir’s input and setting it on the stand before him. Dusknoir was meditating in preparation for the job that he would be having for the next few hours.

“Now, all we can do is wait and see,” Neil said simply, turning to sit in a padded chair and wait for the results from Dusknoir’s efforts.

“Not so,” protested Nate. “We still haven’t written our report to Master Raidon from our last excursion,” Nate contested. “He’ll be interested in finding the conditions of our visit to Hoenn, even if everything we have to say about our actual mission will be a complete repeat of nearly every outing for the last year and a half.”

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In Progress

Dusknoir Signal Task 100% [3/3]
Operation Artifact: 30% [6/20]

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Lilycove City, Hoenn

In Lilycove City, there was an airstrip, and on that airstrip, there was a black tornado. It had probably been hundreds of years since such brutal combat had last been seen, where the focus was less on finesse and skill and more on simply smashing the ever loving crap out of anything that was within range. The whole idea behind this fighting style was simple. There were huge amounts of inferior enemies in every direction, and while individually they were not much of a threat, especially without much in the way of weaponry, the best way to get rid of them was to hit all of them at once. This was a fighting style that only very few people could truly muster, because for one thing, there was no gun in the world that would have enough ammo to simply allow spray-and-pray tactics against that many enemies. For another, they needed to at least be able to take the occasional hit and not have their face clawed off, and Yuki's armour came in very handy for this.

A couple of dozen down, another few hundred to go.

With the few seconds of breathing space he had before the zombies shambled back into range, Yuki released his other Pokemon, knowing that if he kept this up, even if by some miracle he managed to destroy all of the zombies without being accidentally mauled by a Smoker or rushed from behind by a Tank, he would just get tired out eventually. Swinging a seven pound claymore around like it was a three pound saber was not exactly an easy job, and he had to be much more thorough with these things than with human beings, simulated or otherwise. Taking off a human's arms and legs, or spearing them with the point of the sword, those would stop them permanently. Take off a zombie's arms, and it would hop over and try to gnaw on you. Take off its legs, and it would drag itself with over with its arms and try to take a piece out of your ankles. Stab one, and your sword would just get stuck while they kept moving.

These things had no vital organs, no concept of pain, and never, ever, gave up.

"Pizza, got bring Ryoma back here. I got separated from him after he caught me. The rest of you, let's kick zombie ass."

However, because they were not alive, they did not understand the power living things could muster with their will to live. Because they did not know pain, they did not know the sweet bliss of being whole, and the lengths people would go through to maintain that. Because they did not know fear, they did not know courage. Because they were strong, they did not know what it meant to truly be strong.

They were a Horde, and thus did not know the might of a pack.

The Pokemon roared, each with their own distinct cry, each marking themselves as part of an incoherent whole. The one thing they all had in common was that they had every intention to fight, and when they fought, they expected to win.

"Boomer to my right. Guy, burn that sucker."

Projectile vomiting zombies were nasty business, and on top of being generally dirty, they also tended to blind whatever they hit. It did not particularly bother Yuki who had visors as part of his equipment, but he had to cover for his Pokemon too, just as they protected him. The Arcanine responded with a bark, a jet of flame erupting from its jaws, completely incinerating the Boomer and several other nearby zombies.

They were fighting, and they would win. But even then, it was only the beginning. The city was a big place, and no matter how close they were to their destination, the potential for the millions of citizens that made a city gathering was always present, and such potential, in the interest of any good story, always came to be.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 5/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 5/25

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 5/15

[Lusitania]

Port Fuschia
Robert Schalkior
People Affected N/A
The Cullen

Projects


CDPA Vaccine-3/15
Vapor Release System 0/20 to start later

The rising sun, hot on my face, woke me up. I saw that Trevor had been up for a long time, and was currently steering the Voyageur into port. After tying up the boat, we left for Fuschia City, only a short distance later.

Fuchia City

Fuschia City had certainly felt the burn of the PWEI crash. Many buisnesses were boarded up, and even the Gym had a sign saying-Open only weekends and holidays: had to get a job. This was terrible, but, hankfully, the hospital was still open, even though it seemed they had to rent out some of it as a rundown House Depot/People's Warehouse(this one had shoes). Walking in, I saw that the sliding doors had stopped working(unfortunately, I found this out by walking into the door). There was scarcely anybody there, and the handful that were, were staff, with one or two patients in the mix. I approached the receptionist's desk(which was now a cardboard box, the receptionist's desk was now a Pokemon Center/Pokemart/Dollar Store. I asked the unfed lady where Dr. Mior's office was, and she simplky pointed to a door. I walked through it, and found what looked like a trash room, but was really Dr. Mior's office.

Papers and candy bar wrappers scattered across the floor, I called to my old friend. From a small room(which I expect was a makeshift lavotory) came a man, amazingly clean, a smile on his face, and a spring in his step. Good old Mior, able to stay cheerful, even in the sh*tiest of situations.

An hour of long conversation, eating Cheetos, and reminicing later, Dr. Mior spoke, "Yes, this vaccine looks good, but I'll have to adjust it a bit. As for the blueprints For the Vapor Release System, I still have them," he walked over to a miniature filing cabinet on a desk on a composite desk made of what appeared to be demolished buildings ,pink slips, and people's crushed souls," I have them right here, but there expensive to make. We'll need one for Johto, Kanto, Orre, Almia, Fiore, and the Sevii Islands. Also, enough vaccines to turn into vapor would cost about half of that. I can ask Johto and Kanto for money, and then dip into my personal funds(at this point I thought, what personal funds, the change in your back pocket), but that will probably only give us enough money for half and the vaccines. Now, have you ever heard of the Cullen?"

"Yeah, I'm a member of them, since they're located in Goldenrod. I give free meds to them when their members need it and can't afford it,"

"Good, I want you to go and ask their leader if you could have a donation of 15,000 Pokedollars. And tell him what you need it for. Oh, and I'll call when I finish the vaccine," Leave the Voyageur here, and let me get you a faster boat,"

A few minutes and a phone call later, I was boarding the cruiser Vaquero, a boat usually used for military operations, but mine was a special case. Goldenrod was scarcely a day away, and, if all was going well, peace from CDPA, a month.

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

It occurred to Kirov that Talyn might not know what liquid helium was, precisely. It was a bit technical, but in short, it was one coldest substances known to man. Helium did not liquefy until it was a mere fraction of a degree above absolute zero, a theoretical minimum temperature where all movement ceased.

Meanwhile, Talyn was talking. Kirov nodded along, not really understanding due to the fact that he didn't know what Pokemon Talyn had, and of course, what they were named. And to be altogether honest with himself, he didn't really care either. He had a lot on his plate at the moment, what with many of the various projects coming together towards completion. Part of him missed the old days where all he had to do was come up with some ingenious design that would fix an old flaw or improve an existing design. Most people took Pokeballs for granted. Too many people. Nobody really appreciated what an ingenious device they were. To store a living organism, entirely intact, in a state of hibernation as energy contained with a device only twice the size of a marble in a shrunken mode, was a feat worthy of the highest prize in engineering known to man. Yet hardly a single Pokemon trainer questioned how the incredible devices which they depended on worked.

It was all human nature, Kirov reflected. Humans tended to take things for granted. As long as it was constant, always there, and never harming them, who cared how it worked? Who cared about its true nature? Few people look at a nearby mountain and asked themselves, "Why is it there? Was it always there? If not, how did it get there, and will it always be there?"

Of course, there were some who asked those questions. And these were hailed upon by the rest of the world as geniuses...

Oh. Kirov suddenly realized Talyn was done talking. "That's great," he said in reply to Talyn's short speech. "Well, I have to be going now. Tag along if you want." He marched off down the hallway towards the next testing facility.

Projects:
Stingray: 5/15
Tesla cannon: 5/10
Cryocopter: 5/15
Empress's Revenge Submarine: 2/20
VS5 Ballistic Missile: 1/10

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Tyrantitar_Trainer, the project limit is five. You’re currently running six on your list, so you need to take one off.

And I’m okay with you making your own special zombies.

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Chono Island, Sevii Islands

Further advancement was made on the CDPA weaponry, but it was no where near enough to begin plans for using it. At the moment, the only thing I had were biological weapons and explosives, which, would do considerable damage, but if we wanted Team Aqua as the ruling faction of the world, we needed to keep people alive. I considered those alternatives only to be ready in the case we were being harassed by someone else.

Checking my AquaCom, I got the reply from Raidon Makoto himself, confirming he saw the report. However, direction under it was an additional report on behalf of Team Aqua Captain Wesk Kieron. It had appeared he had been in Slateport City before we even made plans to depart there.

Slateport City
Wesk Kieron
Area Status: Alpha

Upon arriving, things seemed fairly ordinary. Nikbur and I surveyed the area as was commanded, and when everything seemed clear (save for the piles of rubble) we moved onto the submarine manufacturing facility.

It was empty, not surprisingly, save for a few dead bodies that had appeared to have been eaten by something, likely a feral pokemon or something of that kindred. Most of the prototypes were still intact, with the exception of the A1 Class-4 Sub. Pictures of what is left of the facility are attached.

After finishing the survey of the plant, we moved south towards the airport to check for any survivors; Hybrid of Human. Upon turning onto Diglett Street (heading south), we noticed a small group of people heading very slowly towards us. I soon identified them as the infected zombies also found on the Orange Islands, and proceeded to the airport with haste.

When their numbers became too massive, Nikbur and I were separated, followed by me radioing for back-up. Shortly after, back-up arrived and I was airlifted back to the Deathwing.

The status of the city remains at Alpha 7 (Dangerous, but manageable) and would require a fairly large forced of highly trained officers to regain control there. Nothing other than zombies were identified as living, thus I would think it safe to move in without hesitation to open fire.

[Kieron]


“You’re reading this?” I asked Shelly, showing her the message.

“It means the mission to Slateport is called off.” She told me, looking like that didn’t bother her that much, “Face it Neo, ya didn’t want to go there either. We could make our own subs if things get that dicey. And trust me, they’d sure be a hella lot better than Hoenn’s junk.”

Perhaps, but assets always had at least some value to them. Regardless, we needed to start thinking about a new mission here. Shelly was right though. I wasn’t interested in Hoenn… not in the least. They were hit the hardest in the economical decline, I was sure their number of military assets was small, and there was a very good chance they were not maintained very well because of the inability to upkeep them due to the costs Hoenn’s government couldn’t afford. I was already sure a lot of those assets were liquidated for whatever they could get. That wouldn’t leave a whole lot in the big picture of things.

“It means were at a dead end now.” I told Shelly, “The Orange Islands are covered. Everything is on standby until the rest of the units get back, win or lose.”

“Not quite.” Shelly smiled at me, “I found somethin’ ya might find interesting, Neo. Tell me, what do ya know ‘bout the Kian’Zal?”

“The tribe?” I asked her, “I take it you’ve seen those Farco documents online about those implants they mentioned. I checked them out, they all seem to lead to dead ends.”

“I did some more diggin’ while ya’ll were away.” Shelly smiled, “Turns out Farco had two operation areas in Sinnoh, one in Sunyshore and the other in Veilstone. The Veilstone one is old, but the Sunyshore location might still have somethin’ in there. Ya’ll said ya couldn’t do nuthin’ until that CDPA weapon was done, right?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t exactly liking where this was going. Sinnoh was absolutely smothered with CDPA, which meant we both would need to bring protective gear. The other part was with the Hybrids. However, doing this little treasure hunt could be one of the two birds I intended on killing with this stone. I needed to see the condition Sinnoh was still in. If they were still in disarray, there was plenty of time for Team Aqua to step in and govern the area. This could be a recon and intelligence mission at the same time.

“Let’s do it then.” I told her.

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –15/20 (75%)
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 15/20 (75%)
CDPA Weapon – 10/25
Behemoth Railguns – 7/25

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldier's (Sorta)
Outisde Vermillion, Ferry

The crippling cold and constant chatter was doing naught to improve the dark passenger’s mood. It was bleak and boring, with nothing much to do besides stare aimlessly out the window and stare at the endless scape of blue. Incredibly boring. The ferry rocked slightly back and forth, sending a thrill of motion sickness up her spine. She could do anything, go anywhere, jump out of a plane, but when it came to boats she was almost helpless! The boat was filled with passenger’s on their way to Kanto, all of them babbling with excitement and joy. Of course! She had to get stuck with the “New trainer” boat.

She grimaced at the boat filled to the brim with tween’s and younger teenager’s, she wanted to rip her ears off. Their incessant jibber-jabber was giving her a headache and she would have loved nothing more then to take each one of their pre-pubescent head and throw them over board. Her teeth clenched involuntarily as one of them came to sit next to her.

“Hello!” the girl grinned, no older then 13. “Are you a new trainer too?”

Remidra blanched for a second, how could the girl be that un-observant to realize that she was a 21 year old women. And her height could not have fogged the matter, for she was peaking to almost 5 feet 10 inches and looked the part of a young women.

“No” she stated firmly, trying her best not to lash out at the girl.

“Oh, that’s cool, is one of the trainer’s your kid then?”

Remidra swore under her breath, apparently this girl was just looking for something to do on the boring ride over. Remidra was not going to take another 30 minutes of this useless chatter.

“No, I actually happen to work for the FBI and we are thinking of confiscating Pokemon from unworthy, annoying, teenagers.” a cat-like grin spread over Remidra’s painted red lips and the girl cowered away.

Remidra was a rather striking young women, hair black as night slowing down to her hips. Pale, contrasting skin, and bright blue eyes. She was tall to, extremely so (for a women) and rather slim at that. When she was younger she was often compared to a Vampire. Remidra did not care for the comparison, truthfully, Vampires were cool.

The boat finally pulled into Vermillion, Remidra was the first off the boat. She was finally back on steady land and the grey-ish tint that had been looming over her skin began to dissipate, leaving her face the same, pale white, color it always was. The layout of the city was already programmed in her head, no need for her to pay a visit to the “Visitor’s Center” she had been here last month. In search of a long lost friend, someone whom fate had not shined fondly upon.

Kanto looked grim to her, nothing special in her eyes. The Orange Island’s of her childhood had been so colorful and gorgeous that everywhere else seemed to face into a dark gray hue to her crystal eyes. Although, she could not say how gorgeous Kanto must have been before this mess. The region had severe potential, or had. Remidra had been all over this region. In search but her search had been cut short.

The women had just recently returned to her childhood home, it was desolate now, horrifically altered by the environmental and economic changes. She had not returned on any whims, no, she had not wanted to ever set foot on the Orange islands until they were restored to former glory. She had chosen to let the wonderful, brightly colored, vision of her childhood rest peacefully in her eyelids, rather then face what her home was now.

The return was upon request from her mentally insane mother (admitted to a psyche ward a few days after her daughter’s absence). She was asked to attend her father’s funerale. Remidra half expected to wither break down crying when she saw the man that ruined her life dead, or feel extremely giddy. Neither of which happened as she stared down at his cold dead face. She felt nothing, no stir of emotion’s nor a fleeting good memory jumped to her mind. She just stood there, then sat through the ceremony, then blankly accepted apologies from people attending.

All and all, her trip back to her Home was not it’s best. She had never excepted it to be. Now that she was back, she so longed to find the one good thing about her childhood. And that was Zayla. She knew that she was somewhere in Kanto. Possibly assisting the Nameless soldier’s with her newly advanced brain. She had caught CDPA from a passing by Pokemon, deeply infected by it, and then promptly turned into a PorygonZ hybrid. Her IQ must be through the roof by now.

Remidra’s only lead was the Nameless Soldier’s. When she was caught snooping around, one of their kind had taken her and questioned where her alliances lay. When they found she was a rebel, they wanted to use her, her skills far surpassed anyone they had. So she attended a meeting, about whether she was worthy, when she heard her friends named mentioned. She had promptly left. But that was more then a year ago. The task had proven more difficult then perceived.

She now entered Vermillion, it was bustling with people from the many ships that docked in the city. Remidra made her way through the area, shoving and elbowing where she felt needed. Like she cared. She managed to get through the crowd.

Her best bet was to find the Nameless Soldier’s HQ, and say she wanted to repsond to the offer someone had made to her a while back. Then go searching for Zayla. That, or she could break in. Breaking in seemed to appeal a bit more to her.

She sighed, walking aimlessly through the crowd of people, until she found herself at a coffe shop. The women took a seat and pulled a laptop from her bag, pulling up a map of Kanto.

Now to find their HQ…

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Weapon's Facility




Zane stared out the window at the Silph Co. building. The once rich company, was now in shambles. The windows were smashed and pieces of glass were everywhere. People had broken into the building for the money and riches that it stored.

Then he got back to work. But, when he turned his head back to the plans, he seemed to see what looked like a Pokemon. He just shoved it off as nothing. When he got back to the blueprints he started sketching how he would have any vison. He decided that he would have a horizontal strip of bulletproof plexiglass so that he could see fro all angles, sort of like an all around view of a windshield on a car.

He got up and walked over to the unfinished model of the Mercenary. He had very small of the final metal on it. He already had both guns mounted, with the help of Charlotte. He pulled out his Typhlosion and had it heat the iron so it would become malleable. Once it finished, he called it back and pulled out his hammer to start bending the metal.

"This is gonna take a while." muttered Zane.




Projects
Mercenary [4/15]
Side guns for Mercenary [Complete]

[Lord Celebi]

OIAF Base, Kumquat Island
Orange Islands

About half of our secured jets were up and running. Those that were were piloted back to the Deathwing for inspection. The rest were still being worked on. Omega and Delta had about the same success that we had with the jets, and they as well returned those that worked to the Deathwing.

In the meantime, the Seatooth and Seafang were 80% completed. The Sevii Islands Supply Tunnels were 60% complete. We still needed to build tunnels in between several of the smaller islands, but the main ones were now connected. There was even submarine access to the supply tunnels, in order for us to deliver supplies easier. As such, we began work on a new submarine, the Underwater Sunlight. It wasn't an underwater flagship, but it did do the job of fighting and transporting goods.

Along with the new submarine was the Leviathan Torpedo System. Using the properties from the Behemoth's launch system, a similar high-speed magnetic launch system was developed for torpedoes. The result shot smaller, lighter torpedoes at a faster speed, yielding even more damage. The second part to the Leviathan System was the GN-Fang. It was a ultra-sharp torpedo that was controlled by a robotic brain to slash through enemy hulls, and then return to the ship it was fired from, yielding infinite ammo.

I was getting restless. After patching up my trenchcoat and raiding the supply cabinets of the OIAF Base, I decided to go help the soldiers fight off the zombies. I pulled a flask of liquor from my inside pocket jacket with a torn up OIAF Uniform strip hanging out of it. After going down a hallway, and through a barrier to keep the zombies away, I saw several soldiers fighting off zombies that were crawling up walls in order to get into the base from the testing grounds next to us.

"Supreme Field Commander Makoto... You came?" One of the soldiers asked. I grabbed my lighter, and lit the Molotov cocktail on fire.

"I said I would," I replied, and chucked the Molotov cocktail at the horde of zombies below us. They screeched in agony as the fire at away at their rotting skin. Some zombies tried to pull their skin off to stop the searing flames, but were only treated to death. Grabbing my M12, I continued to pick off the zombies I missed with headshots, pumping the shotgun after each blow, "We're about halfway done. Can you hold out until then?"

"If you're fighting with us, sure."

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 80% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 80% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 60% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 4% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 5% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[White Wolf of the Snow]

OOC: O_O I go to school and I get a bunch of pages. @_@

Crystal Estrada
The Nameless Soldiers
Near Victory Road, Kanto

Crystal rose from her small nap and yawned, slowly fanning her furred hand in front of her mouth. Silver stirred in his bed before flicking open one eye. Crystal stared at him until he finally got the message that they were going someplace other than to Victory Road. Like a loyal pupil, he planted himself in front of her pine bough bed where she sat to listen. The Hybrid girl stroked the fur that ran down his neck gingerly.

"I am longing for civilization for some reason, Silver."

The shiny Ninetales stiffened slightly, then relaxed, hoping Crystal wouldn't notice. She didn't miss the action. Her voice turned soothing as she continued.

"But you know I am still human. I like some contact with my half-kind. I just hate living in complex civilization. I hear they're building a wall on Route 27. I want to find out why. If there is a good reason, I might help."

Silver nudged her hand with his nose.

"What? You don't want to go with me?" Crystal asked, astonished. She hoped she had read what he was trying to say wrong. He shook his head from side to side, causing his mane-like neck fur swish gently from side to side, faint beams of sunlight reflecting off of the silver color, tinting it a slight gold.

"So you want to go too, then?"

Silver nodded, and howled a short note, which she recognized as a familiar "Of course" note. He used the note when she asked him if he would like to train everyday. He gave a foxish-doggy grin, then licked Crystal's cheek tenderly.

Crystal grinned. "I should have known better than to doubt you. You're my life-long bud. I'll let you hunt and fish along the way, ok?"

Silver answered with a howl that was along the lines of "yes", and "thank you". When Crystal could not forage for food in the winter, she was forced to share his meals, but with displeasure. Not like she didn't enjoy it, it was just her taste buds weren't the true buds of a Ninetales, since her soft face stayed.

"You mind if we leave now?" Crystal asked her Pokemon. Silver howled a quick "yes", and then followed her out of the tree and down the unique, earthy tunnel. Crystal halted at the trees that led to a large, natural tunnel made of arches of the trees. She lowered herself to all fours, and then shifted into a position ready to run. Silver saw this, and he too took up the exact same stance beside her.

Crystal flicked her tail twice to signal "On your mark, get set...", then tensed and watched Silver. He flicked the second tail to his right side, and the two were blasting through the trees, covering ground quickly. The scent of humans became faintly stronger to Crystal, but Silver took the scent suddenly and it hit them hard since his sense was those of a true Ninetales. He was knocked off balance, but regained it and actually tried to keep pace with her.

Silver passed Crystal with a leap, then both slowed down to a trot as they neared the construction site and the sounds of busy workers became apparent. From the treeline, the two peered out from the shadows, watching, their blue eyes flickering from person to person.

~Projects
Run Faster on All Fours: 2/5

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Five Island, their Base of Operations.


Dusknoir was sending out his pulses. It took Nate nearly half an hour to tear Neil away from this boring spectacle. He wanted to watch until results could be confirmed, but Nate insisted that they made their report. It was important for the continued funding of their searches that they made certain to keep in regular contact with the person in charge of sending them funds.

Reluctantly, Neil focused on getting them into the computer network and typing up their report to send to Master Raidon. His fingers flew across the keyboard in haste, pulling up a message that they’d received.


Slateport City
Wesk Kieron
Area Status: Alpha

Upon arriving, things seemed fairly ordinary. Nikbur and I surveyed the area as was commanded, and when everything seemed clear (save for the piles of rubble) we moved onto the submarine manufacturing facility.

It was empty, not surprisingly, save for a few dead bodies that had appeared to have been eaten by something, likely a feral Pokemon or something of that kindred. Most of the prototypes were still intact, with the exception of the A1 Class-4 Sub. Pictures of what is left of the facility are attached.

After finishing the survey of the plant, we moved south towards the airport to check for any survivors; Hybrid of Human. Upon turning onto Diglett Street (heading south), we noticed a small group of people heading very slowly towards us. I soon identified them as the infected zombies also found on the Orange Islands, and proceeded to the airport with haste.

When their numbers became too massive, Nikbur and I were separated, followed by me radioing for back-up. Shortly after, back-up arrived and I was airlifted back to the Deathwing.

The status of the city remains at Alpha 7 (Dangerous, but manageable) and would require a fairly large forced of highly trained officers to regain control there. Nothing other than zombies were identified as living, thus I would think it safe to move in without hesitation to open fire.

[Kieron]


It appeared as though someone else had been investigating Hoenn at the same time that Nate and Neil had been there, or near enough to it, anyways. They began their report, Nate letting Neil fill in all the relevant details, only occasionally offering up some detail that he felt would be important.


Master Raidon,

Progress with our search moves at a regular pace. Even now, we are gathering information that we believe will lead us to a definitive result within days. If there is anyone wiling to investigate matters in the Sinnoh region, or any note worthy information on our search emerges from there, we humbly request immediate notice, though of course, if Master Raidon deemed such information of no importance to us, we are most willing to submit to your will.

We have recieved notice of the current state of Slateport City, and would like to add that we ourselves have recently been in Hoenn, investigating regular emanations. We touched the ground only near the Desert area east of Lavaridge, but it appears as though the less urbanized areas have been cleaned of Zombie life, as well as human and Pokemon. We encountered minimal activity in this area.

We know not the importance of this information, but felt it our duty to provide all information that could possibly be relevant to the future.

Once again, Your humble servants,
Nathaniel Soap


Nate didn’t much like the message, he felt that it was too flowery, but he didn’t complain too much about it. It wasn’t anything important enough to get worked up over. He waited as Neil issued the Send command and turned back to Dusknoir. They had missed only a single mapping thus far, but Neil seemed put out that he hadn’t been fast enough to return his attentions to Dusknoir’s activities before any more signals were cataloged.

It would be a long night for Nate. Neil would only wish it lasted longer.

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In Progress

Operation Artifact: 35% [7/20]

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

Kirov walked down a long hallway, lined with gunmetal grey steel plating. He entered a code into a number pad to the side of a pair of massive double doors. They slid open to reveal a massive factory. A single massive cigar-shaped vessel was being built on the floor. On the other side of the factory, missiles were being assembled with an experimental new factory design.

This was Kirov's brainchild. The Boomer-class submarine was built and created for a single purpose: To hold and launch endless barrages of long-range VS5 Ballistic Missiles. Its hull was lined with sound-absorbent materials, making it virtually invisible to enemy sonar, and water jets instead of conventional propellers made it run almost completely silent. All but undetectable. It was designed specifically to search and destroy enemy capital ships.

And that was what the VS5s were for. Standing for Vertical-Strike 5, the missiles were fat, conical, not too much like what one usually imagined when thinking of missiles. The missiles would be launched out of a pair of Gauss cannons mounted vertically on the backside of the Boomers. The Gauss cannons had enough power to launch the VS5s all the way to the surface and a few hundred feet into the air. Once at the top of their trajectory, the VS5's rocket motor would kick in and send it on a ballistic trajectory hundreds of feet into the air, beyond the strike range of any ship-based anti-air cannons. Thanks to its own radar-scattering shape, its relatively small size, and the height at which it flew, it was going to be very difficult for any system to shoot them down.

And finally, when the VS5s descended on the latter half of their ballistic trajectory, they would release their 3 warheads, descending upon the target at a near vertical angle, impossible for missiles to target or flak cannons to aim at.

Warships had the least armor at their decks. The VS5 would exploit that.

And finally, the most ingenious part of the design: The energy released in the launch sequence would power a specialized factory that would assemble the next volley of VS5s aboard the submarine. This way, they could store the missiles in a far more economical manner, tripling the number that could be stored.

Oh yes, Kirov was very happy with his brainchild.

Projects:
Stingray: 6/15
Tesla cannon: 6/10
Cryocopter: 6/15
Empress's Revenge: 3/20
VS5: 2/10

[KOR]

Alpha Gray
Team Aqua
Kumquat Island

When Alex arrived dormant zombies already sensed his presence as they bounded towards him and Salamence. Alex brought out his blade and waited for the zombies to close in. It wasn’t until they were just yards away that Alex gave the command

<Dragonbreath.> Salamence roared as he let out a stream of the searing flame at the zombies. The ones that dove past the flaming ones were cut apart by swift timed swings of his blade. He elegantly sliced off limbs and heads as Salamence knocked them away with swipes of his claws. They stayed close to each other and slowly moved closer into the island. Using his PDA he attempted to locate Raidon’s location. He was at the OIAF base, not far from here. That must be why there were more zombies in the area. He could see pillars of fire in the distance.

Raidon was having a lot of fun. He could see jets flying through the air and knew he was making progress. Alex heard a roar that had been unknown to him before. A zombie the size of Salamence, possibly bigger, came tumbling forward, with muscles so large that it crawled on all fours, but it bounded in huge leaps. It trampled the smaller zombies, but Salamence prepared himself and charged with Zen Headbutt, and the two each went flying back. The Tank got up much quicker though and was much faster than Salamence. It barreled into the dragon-Pokemon hitting with a fist unrealistically large and sent it flying off of the beach. Salamence wasn’t finished, but Alex told him to stand back.

He got in a defensive stance as the abomination shifted his attention to Alex. If he used his real abilities, this would be much easier, but he refused to lose control against an enemy that didn’t even have an intelligent brain. The tank barreled at Alex. He rolled to the right and planted his feet to the ground. He used the ground like a spring board, and lunged at the Tank as it was turning. He stabbed right into the tanks shoulder and sliced upwards. The tank swatted at Alex knocking him into the ground. He held back the pain.

If it could take a slice into the shoulder, it could take anything that wasn’t to the head. Its head was so small though, that it allowed little to no room. There was one chance. The tank came barreling again, its shoulders blocking any clear shot. Alex waited paitently for the beast to come closer until it would try some lavish attack. When it was only 3 yards away Alex tossed his sword straight into the Tank’s head. It was dead the moment that it plunged through the monster. It fell to the ground and Alex took his blade out.

Salamence returned, finally recovering from the blow. Alex’s left arm however, was broken from the Tank’s previous hit. He had Salamence torch the zombies that came towards them while he cut down survivors. They would arrive at the air base in no time.

Projects
Pyschic Suit 1.0 3/12
AMS Seatooth 17/20
AMS Seafang 17/20
Behemoth Railguns 8/25

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Don't forget the stuff on the top, Lusankya.

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
En Route to Sinnoh

Shelly insisted it would probably be better if only the two of us went. I was fine with that, provided we waited before letting anyone know we were from Team Aqua. Getting Sinnoh to sway to our side would take time. And I knew Raidon would have a much easier time with that objective than I would. He was a Hybrid the transformed people of Sinnoh could understand, look up to, and admire. And it would all be rightfully so. Under Raidon’s command, humans and Hybrids would not fear each other, and would not hate each other. Raidon would prove that strong and adamant dictatorship was superior to the folly of democracy and its myriad of idiots who called themselves politicians. It pissed me off to think there were possibly people still out there that believed such a thing could still exist, even after all that happened.

I didn’t expect to see any humans in Sinnoh. The protective gear would last exactly ten hours before the filter was exhausted. At that point, taking a breath with the suit still on wouldn’t make any difference between that and not wearing anything. Shelly’s main fear for not wanting to become a Hybrid was the unpredictability. Besides that, to her, it didn’t matter. She asked me why I would be wearing the equipment, and I told her the truth. To me, it wasn’t the unpredictability. And if it had been about the power, I would have sailed off to Sinnoh with open arms, inhaling as much CDPA as my lungs could hold. That answer was geared more toward the future. Somehow, I had the feeling it wasn’t time…

Shelly had the address of the Farco location in Sunyshore. I didn’t know what to expect when going there, but I knew I would need to tread lightly. We wore no marking of Team Aqua, but we were still humans with oxygen masks in a city of Pokémon Hybrids. We would definitely stand out, but it wasn’t that which got me thinking. I already knew there were many Hybrid loyalists in Sinnoh, preaching and praising the coming of the Hybrids. It simply meant that if I didn’t want to become one of them, I would need to make sure they kept their hands off of my equipment…

During the helicopter ride, I checked the updates, especially on the CDPA weaponry. It was getting there, and I estimated it should be done by the time I arrived back, with whatever insight we found in Sunyshore. Meanwhile, the Seafang and the Seatooth were nearly completed. And the last update was the advancements in Behemoth railguns, and the Leviathan Torpedo System that was using the same Behemoth technology. I dared anyone to try to stand up against the might of this navy and its weapons…

It wasn’t long until we started flying over Sinnoh’s airspace, and were forced to wear the gas masks. I started the ten hour timer, knowing we needed to be quick about this and not waste too much time. Truthfully, we had only nine hours and counting to work with. It would take us an hour to get out of Sinnoh from Sunyshore, and if we didn’t compensate for that, wearing the masks was pointless.

From the skies, Sinnoh truthfully didn’t appear to have changed very drastically. Its cities and buildings were still intact, but the street traffic seemed significantly less. From what I noted, Sinnoh appeared to be much more timid now. For a nation that had undergone so much change in such a little amount of time, they were still slowly recovering. But I knew deep inside, no other nation would want to go through want they had to.

And they wouldn’t… as long as they followed us and obeyed…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –90% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 90% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 44% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 36% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 8% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]

[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing

I heard my PDA beep, but I couldn't bring myself to move, much less see what was causing the little thing to spazz out. The pain had returned, and then subsided again, leaving me still battered and shaken on the floor of my room. I was sweating, shaking, and stuttering when I tried to think, and it didn't look to be getting any better. Lab tests showed a twelve hour to one day period of infection, and so far I had gone a solid ten hours, or so I thought, with no improvement. I cringed again when the pain bubbled up, causing my stomach to lurch, my heart to flare, and my brain to swell. It was unpleasant, but I still wasn't regretting it. The power I would receive in theory would be well worth twice this pain.

At that moment I heard a slight knock on the door, and I became curious. Was it room service? No, Aura would have taken care of that, and she herself wouldn't be coming to check on me, would she. I got up with all of my strength, grasping my abdomen as I did, and walked over to the door, opening it slightly.

It was an AQUA messenger with a letter for me.

"You're being requested." His annoyingly squeaky voice said to me, and he handed me a letter and walked off. I slammed the door shut with my own weight and fell over next to it, letting out a grunt as I did. The infection was speeding up, no doubt, and I was slowing down. Things were not going as planned, but then again, I hadn't made plans.

I ripped open the letter and threw it on the ground next to me. It seemed to THUMP on the ground with force far too great for one sheet of paper, feeling heavy in my hands.

From what I could read, it requested me to form a team of specialists to clear out Slateport of the zombie infestation. I would have been excited to have a shot at combat again, had this perfect request not come at the least perfect time, but if I could stall, just for a bit, I may still be able to be battle ready by the day after tomorrow.

The thought swirled in my head for a minute, before being cut off by the unrelenting, unreasonable, and unbearable pain of the infection.

Infection: 53%

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Lilycove City, Hoenn

Yuki almost pitied these zombies. Almost. They only knew one way to fight, and they were tremendously outclassed in that style by their adversary. Despite that, they were too dumb to know that they would not win, and simply shambled on, walking into what was obviously destruction, unable to muster the will to stop. Of course, that only really applied to normal zombies. The more heavily mutated ones were actual threats that had to be taken down quickly, and trying to watch out for them amongst the hundreds of zombies was the real challenge in this, that, and having the manage the fatigue levels that came with wielding two-handed weapons in one hand.

Spotting a rushing Tank out of the corner of his eye, he drew his second claymore and turned to face it, leaving his Pokemon to cover his back. Tanks were the sort of enemies that could take a full clip to the face and still be charging onwards, but his swords were not quite the same thing as guns. Even if they could continue moving with a hundred holes in their chest, the same could hardly be said if they were completely bisected and lacking arms and legs.

Blocking a flailing arm with crossed blades, Yuki instinctively felt that his own weight was insufficient to defend himself completely from the blow, and quickly shifted his weight to redirect the sheer force of the Tank's attack. As the massive zombie stumbled ahead, he dropped the blade in his off-hand, and delivered a two-handed slash to the Tank's knees from behind, cutting them off cleanly at the joints. With a jump, he then smashed its skull in with the flat of his blade, sending the zombie falling forward face first. To finish it off, he ran his sword along the spine of the Tank, and dropped an incendiary grenade down the gaping wound.

"Fire in the hole!" He yelled out, running from the deader than dead corpse back into the fray, kicking his dropped sword back to his hand in the process.

It did not take long for the utterly maimed Tank to explode in a gigantic fireball, hopefully taking a bunch of zombies along with it. That was one victory for Yuki, but despite his lack of injuries, it had exacted quite a toll on him in the form of fatigue. His arms felt like they were about to fall off at any time, and he still had to face down the rest of the zombie horde. Still, he was not alone, and that made all the difference. He would fight all the forces in the world with his Pokemon, and he would beat every single enemy in the universe if it helped his friends move forward.

Not that he would admit such a thing to them in a thousand years, but that was another story altogether.

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 6/15

Leon Etherlight | Marisa Vermillion
ON A PLANE! Skies over Lilycove City

"We've been circling over the city for preeetty long now, and I think the number of zombies down there increased."

"Mmm... I knew I should have gotten a helicopter. There's a helipad in the Etherlight Industries complex that's not completely overrun. Yuki's doing admirably at drawing all the zombies out of the buildings though..."

Marisa stared blankly at Leon, stunned by what he was saying.

"Are you saying what I think you are?"

"Yeah, you'll go straight into the buildings ourselves while Yuki distracts them."

"I'm not leaving Yuki there alone."

"Even if you went down to help him it still wouldn't achieve anything. You'd literally have to kill every zombie in the city before we can be sure they'd clear out, and there would be so many corpses that the plane wouldn't be able to land anyway!"

Marisa grimaced, knowing what Leon said was true, but not quite convinced that she should do it.

"Why don't you ask Yuki yourself if you can't make up your mind? I have to go make his weapons now, because that's the only way I can help him."

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 6/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 6/25

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Agate Village, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Digimon – Digital Monsters!

“Is everything set?” Vance asked the technician working on the jet black plane. He had decided to go on a small scouting mission – a mission already okayed by those higher up. A while back he had sent in a form asking if he could go on these missions every now and again, checking over the boarder of Orre and making sure there were no naval or aerial units attacking. Of course, they had sensors and scouts for this very purpose, but it allowed him to try out the state-of-the-art stealth plane, one of the very few that had been assigned to the PACK. More than anything it was to help clear his mind, however, and there was no better way to clear your mind then by sticking it in the clouds.

When the tech gave the go ahead nod Vance jumped into the plane, doing a quick pre-flight check. He was about ready to leave when the comm. unit kicked on inside the craft and the voice of his colonel filled the cockpit. “Gray, get to the briefing room immediately, we have a mission,” the voice said, sounding a little distressed.

With a smirk the young man fully powered down the plane and then hopped out, moving swiftly to the large building that housed the briefing room as well as the communications room, the colonel’s office, and pretty much everything that wasn’t the mess hall, hangars, or the barracks. It was a simple building, made for sturdiness and practicality more than anything, though the outside was covered in a barrage of different colors and symbols. The graffiti was more than just righting, it was a symbol of the group and how they were going to make their mark on the world, but to Vance it looked like a bunch of scribbles.

After a while he made his way to the briefing room to find a small majority of the PACK sitting in the front chairs of the large room. Looking much like a college classroom, the briefing room had to be big enough to house every member of the squadron while also allowing them all to see the front. There was a giant projector screen which could display pictures, maps and the like behind a small desk where Colonel Sanders sat, trying to organize his papers into some semblance of order.

When he finished with the papers he stood up, waiting until Vance found a seat in the second row to speak. “We have been given orders,” he began, “to go to Hoenn.” He stopped there, standing patiently at attention while those in front of him all tried to speak at once. After a while he held up his hand, effectively ending the noise. “It will be a series of missions, but our ultimate goal is to go in, get what we need, and then get back out.”

“And what will we be getting?” someone finally spoke up from the back, a small man dressed in a tie-dyed shirt with simple faded jeans below it.

The military man moved to his desk, flipping a paper onto a contraption on a small table. The contraption looked like a microscope for paper, but what it did was magnify what was put on it into the large screen behind it. It did so effectively, showing a small scribbled list to everyone assembled. “As you can see, we are to go to the various military bases throughout Hoenn and see what we can find. It is possible that there is information about something important there, some kind of project they had been working on or some piece of news they discovered.”

The tie-dyed man stood up, “is it possible that this is some wild goose chase or is there something to support us risking our lives out there?”

“There is something,” Sanders continued, “before the bombs hit we had a message from one of our spies in the Hoenn military about something they found. We don’t know if it’s true and we don’t know which military base it is in, but I have been told that it is of utmost importance that we find it.” He sighed a bit, looking down and closing his eyes a bit before opening them and looking up. “As you all know, there is no way I could send all of the PACK on this mission. We need a team that will fit in one carrier, a group big enough to go through relatively unnoticed but big enough to destroy any resistance we find.”

“Wait,” Vance said in alarm, “we’re going in on the ground?”

“That’s right,” David Sanders said, looking sad.

The young man shook his streaked hair, “that doesn’t make any sense, why would they send a group of men specialized in aerial battles and send them on a ground mission?”

“I was told that they want a group that can get in and out quickly, and would be able to pilot or drive any prototype vehicle found. Perhaps it is a test of sorts for us, to see how loyal and powerful we truly are, even out of our element.” He looked directly into Vance’s gray eyes before continuing, “and they asked for you directly, they’re hoping that you hit your creative streak there and are able to make sense or even add upon any plans we find.”

“Well,” the man in his twenties said to himself as he put his face in his hands, “at least I won’t have to teach the kids for a while. Hope they don’t miss me.” With that he picked out his notebook and started jotting down notes from the rest of the briefing, focused on being as fully prepared as he could be for the mission ahead of them.

Project List

Element-Proof earpieces: 4/5
Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 4/20
HK-71 plans: 4/30
NU Sea Turtle: 2/20

[Shen]

Jacob Donahue
The Cullen
Fort Schriever, Rustboro City, Hoenn

"Great interest, you say, boss man?" Sarah responded, "Lay it on me."

"These plans outline a new armor that is way more efficient than the Kevlar we've got, or that new Dragonskin," I began, "It's...incredibly flexible and light. It looks like anyone can just wear it underneath their normal clothing or uniforms, and yet the schematics suggest that it can reduce the trauma caused by close-range gunfire. Only the really strong stuff can properly pierce it and do damage."

"You're telling me that this armor can be worn discreetly and would protect someone enough so they'd get a really bad bruise at most from a sidearm point blank?" she asked, sounding incredulous.

"Something to that effect, if these calculations are right."

She scoffed a bit. "I know we heard about some really good project ideas, but come on, Jacob, really? I'm gonna need to see some proof before I believe this."

"I've got the schematics in my hand as we speak," I said, a little indignant, but I kept my voice calm. ""Want me to send you some scans? Well...okay, how about some pics through my PDA?"

"If that's the best you can do."

I frowned a bit and took out my PDA from my pocket and selected my camera. I took several shots of the blueprints page I held, so it could easily be read and understood, then selected Sarah's email. "Sending the pics now." I clicked the button.

There were a few seconds of silence, in which I put the blueprints down and stepped back to keep watch outside for a moment. Then, I heard her speak. "My God...Jacob, forgive me for doubting you."

"Nothing to forgive, plain and simple," I responded simply, "You're human. Anyway, see what you can make sense out of that page, and I'll bring the rest along with us when we leave. In the meantime, how's the progress on my little project?"

"Hm?" Sarah responded, obviously confused, "Oh, waitaminute, you mean Hornets Nest? We're actually about to restart research and development on that, sir. Lancaster and Psyche finally came back from vacation."

I nodded, more to myself. "Perfect, I'll try and get a report from them soon." With that, I closed the link again. I leaned inside and, with a signal, the others picked up and rolled up the needed schematics and securing them. With that, we began making our way to the road leading out of Fort Schriever and to our pickup point outside Petalburg.

As we walked, my PDA buzzed. I pulled it out, and read my message, which came from one Nee Harris.

"Mr. Donahue,

Our mission is currently ninety percent complete. We have succeeded in securing all five targets and are currently en route to Johto. We may be late in arriving, as there was an explosion of some kind from Pummelo Island as we were preparing to leave. Redfield is attempting to hail anyone who may be near the blast site, but there's been no reply so far.

We were attacked by a strange, crimson-skinned zombie as we returned to the jet. It had large claws as well, and moved with more speed than any other zombie I've seen. I ask that I be allowed to return to Trovita at a later date to try and gather as much data on this new variant as possible.

Also, I have been informed by one of the targets that the group was chased from Orre by a violent group known as Blue Cosmos. Apparently four other Hybrids were slain before the group could flee. This strikes me as disturbing, as it sounds to me as if this group was acting not out of misunderstanding or fear, but rather hate. It may be wise to look into the issue.

Dr. Kovo has just informed me of two projects that have undergone various stages of development, the ones I asked about some time ago. They are the A-FCG and the PDS. I will keep you updated on the results of these projects if you like.

~Harris"

"Blue Cosmos? The hell kind of name is that?" This group, whatever they were, was definitely worth the investigation as far as I was concerned. This discrimination is like the Civil Rights Era all over again, by the sound of it.

Nee Harris,

Good job on extracting the targets. Take care of them as you see fit. Just please help them feel comfortable. As for those Blue Cosmos people, I'll have an investigations team look in on them immediately.

That news about the red-skinned zombie is a bit disturbing. After you take care of the targets, I believe you'll have complete permission to return for research, just be careful.

The development of the A-FCG and PDS projects is heartening. I'll seek updates about it frequently. Thank you.

~Jacob Donahue

I sent the message and pocketed my PDA. I looked up, noticing that late afternoon was coming sooner than I had expected. With the sun going to set soon, we had to hurry...otherwise we'd be caught in a flood of hungry zombies.

We kept together in a wedge formation, and set off at a run down the road towards the coast.

Jacob's Project List

Hornets Nest: 1/?

The Cullen Project List
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 4/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 4/25
Personal Defense Suits: 4/30

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Whoops, must have missed the limit. :oops: Sorry bout that. I'll take off the Suit project then, which actually works better anyways ^^.

***

IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid)
The Cullen
Johto, Goldenrod City Laboratory

As I walked into the lab and waved at the security guard sitting at the front desk, I pulled out my PDA just as it beeped. I opened the message, which was from Jacob:

Nee Harris,

Good job on extracting the targets. Take care of them as you see fit. Just please help them feel comfortable. As for those Blue Cosmos people, I'll have an investigations team look in on them immediately.

That news about the red-skinned zombie is a bit disturbing. After you take care of the targets, I believe you'll have complete permission to return for research, just be careful.

The development of the A-FCG and PDS projects is heartening. I'll seek updates about it frequently. Thank you.

~Jacob Donahue

I smiled a little and typed a short reply:

"Mr. Donahue,

We have successfully completed our mission. The targets are currently being seen to by Redfield and Haas. I am on my way to see about the A-FCG project in the Lab.

~Harris"

I pocketed my PDA and headed to Research Lab A. The Game Corner had been redesigned with individual rooms, as had the basement. The Anti-Freak guns were being developed on the ground floor, in the lab room I was currently walking towards. The suits were being worked on downstairs. I would stop by and see what I could do about helping with the designs after I checked on how the guns were coming along.

I reached the door and knocked once, then headed inside. The room was full of all manner of complicated and expensive machines, and there was hardly any room for walking about. There were three young men standing around one of the machines, and I walked over to them as they glanced over. The oldest of the three, Dr. Kovo, smiled broadly and waved for me to stand beside him.

"Nee!" he greeted me. I smiled and nodded at him; the man was so formal and stuffy in his messages, but he was actually quite laid-back. "How was the mission?"

"Success," I said. "I had to leap out of the jet and fight off a small horde, and Schro got a nasty cut from a new zombie variant, but otherwise it went very well."

"A new zombie variant?"

"Yes. I've decided to call them Crimson Heads, because they have dark red skin. I'll share my notes with you in a moment, but tell me: how is the work on my Freak guns coming?"

"Very well!" Kovo replied, waving to the machine before us. His assistants were hustling around it, checking wires and connections and occasionally stopping by a computer to type in information. "We're developing each part separately, and assembling them by hand as the pieces are made. We've already got the main frame for the weapon produced, as well as the chamber, and are now working on the interior functions."

"May I see what you have already?"

"Of course! It is your design and weapon, after all." Kovo led me to a small table, upon which sat a metal shape. It looked like the frame of a magnum or some other similar gun. Sitting in what would be the barrel was a shallow chamber made of thick black plastic. "We'll start the smaller details such as the pressurizing system once all the other major components are finished. We need to make sure everything fits together properly before beginning the next stage of manufacture."

"Of course," I said with a nod. The A-FCGs were designed to fire their rounds via pressurized air, and not hammer, gunpowder-powered system used by other guns. When one of the Freak guns was cocked, it would open a special airway to the chamber. Five quick pulls on the trigger would draw air into the chamber, where it would be pressurized. Once full, the next trigger pull would fire the round at somewhere around fifty miles per hour and a distance of around seventy yards. That was how it was planned, anyways, but we wouldn't know exact details until we got a working version and tested it. "I have a few ideas for new rounds, by the way." I filled Kovo in on them, and the man seemed happy enough.

"The Recovery Rounds would be tricky to produce, but the Toxin and Blast Rounds shouldn't be too much of a problem. Though for the Toxin Rounds, they should be covered with protective coats of some material that will break down upon being fired. That way, the rounds could be safely handled while loading or whatever." I nodded at the wisdom of his words, then went over what I knew about the Crimson Heads.

"I'm going to return to Trovita when I get a chance," I said. "I want to gather more information on them, in case they're not restricted to Trovita." Kovo grinned at me slyly.

"I hope you weren't planning to leave me out of this little expedition of yours?"

"I hadn't planned on asking you to come with me, actually, but if you want to come along I guess it would be fine." Kovo's assistance would be welcome, actually. The man was something of an expert on zombies. The scientist nodded his satisfaction.

"I suppose you're going to check on the PDS project?"

"I was, yes."

"You must as well do it later," the man said, sounding disappointed. "We've run into a major snag."

"What kind of snag?"

"The kind that completely halts planning and production," the other replied with a shrug. "It seems we lack the materials we wanted to use. The supplies in question are the Magikarp scales you wanted to integrate as a protective middle layer. I thought we had a cache of them, but it seems I was mistaken."

"I see..." I sighed heavily; I had been looking forward to the suits almost as much as I had been the Freak guns. "Where's the nearest area we could get a shipment large enough to resume production from?"

"Hoenn," Kovo answered without missing a beat. "I know for a fact that Slateport will have several stores at port. Sootopolis will have stores as well, since so many Magikarp-" Here the man fell silent when he looked at me. I must have gone pale of something, because suddenly he looked very uncomfortable. "Um...I'm sorry, Nee, I didn't think..."

"It's all right," I said, my voice strained. "Don't worry about it. Is Hoenn the only region?"

"Well, Orre used to ship them, but we know how they feel about Hybrids, don't we?" I nodded without speaking, then sighed and smiled weakly.

"Well, I'll ask Donahue if we can get a small team together to go to Hoenn and check Slateport. In the meantime, suspend work on the PDS project." Kovo nodded, and I left the lab without saying anything more. I stopped by my personal lab, which was three doors down, and dropped off the materials I'd had on the jet. Then I left the building, walking out into the nightlife of Goldenrod. People smiled and waved as I walked by, and I greeted them all with silent nods. I was heading home, feeling suddenly very depressed and hollow, when my PDA beeped.

"Oh, now what?" I growled under my breath, yanking the thing from my pocket with more force than was needed. It almost went flying out of my hand, but I closed my claws around it to prevent it from becoming a projectile. I accessed my message, which was from Josh:

"Nee, we've got a mission from one of the higher-ups. Get to the top floor of the Mart, we're being briefed there for some reason.

~Josh"

I scowled and made my way to the PokeMart, heading inside and going to the elevator. A few moments later I emerged on the top floor, peering at the group gathered before me under the moonlight. I spotted Josh and Schro among the group and went over to join them. Before us was Sargent Williams, a vicious-looking Kabutops Hybrid who was as friendly as a fluffy kitten. He nodded his head to acknowledge me, then cleared his throat and began.

"This is going to be short and sweet. We've just lost contact with another small jet that was bringing in more refugees. The jet was over the Spear Pillar according to our last transmission. Your mission is simple: you will be taken by helicopter to the Spear Pillar to try and find out what happened. If necessary, the mission will expand to include rescue, but for now it's a simple rendezvous.

"You will leave immediately. Take light gear with you in case you need to fight, but nothing too heavy. Redfield, you'll be piloting the bird." Here he waved to the dark-green helicopter that was always alighted atop the Mart. After The Cullen had been given leadership of Johto, the top floor of Goldenrod's Mart had been closed to the general public and was used as a lift-off point for The Emerald Skywolf, which was the name of the copter.

Josh nodded as Williams clapped his large scythe-hands together, barking, "All right people, get back here in fifteen minutes!" Everyone scrambled off except Josh, Schro, and myself. We always had what we needed on-hand, so we were ready to go. As I waited for the others to return, I once again pulled out my PDA. This thing was seeing a lot of use tonight...

"Mr. Donahue,

You're probably tired of seeing messages from me, aren't you? Anyways, Redfield, Haas, and myself have just been given a mission from Williams. It seems another jet bringing in more refugees has gone quiet, so we're going out along with some others to find out what's happened.

Also, we hit a snag on the PDS project. We need Magikarp scales, so I've called a halt to it for now until we get the supplies we need. I will need to take some people to Slateport City, since it seems they have a large stock. If that's fine with you, I'll see to it as soon as I get a chance.

~Harris"

I replaced the PDA and wandered over to Williams, who was staring off into space as he often did when deep in thought. I cleared my throat to get his attention, then said, "Sir, exactly how many people should we be expecting to find?"

"Five. One pilot, one fighter, and three Hybrids."

"How are we going to carry everyone in the copter, exactly? With Josh, myself, Schro, and the other four men we've got, that'll be twelve people. Our bird isn't big enough to handle that number."

"You've got a few Flyers, right?" I nodded. "Well, the pilot of our silent jet has a Pidgeot. The fighter has a Flygon and an Aerodactyl. If everyone is still alive, and I hope to God they are, someone can ride those Pokemon. Our bird can hold seven people, so it'll work out."

I nodded and went to join the others by the copter, a mixed feeling of dread and excitement worming through my stomach at what we might find over the Spear Pillar...


~~~
Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 5/25
Metabolism Drug 5/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 5/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 5/25
~~~

[Lusitania]

Robert Schlakior
Cullen
En Route to Goldenrod(Aboard the Vaquero)
N/A people Affected

Aboard the Vaquero, all was going according to plan, Trevor was clumsily driving at 60mph across the water, and I was next to him on the chair, playing Space Invaders on my smartphone. Right when I was abut to beat the last spacecraft and save the universe, my phone when into a chorus of "Big Girls Don't Cry". I touched the screen, and the phone went straight to speakerphone, Trevor chuckling at my ringtone.

"Robert, listen. I found the schematics for the old vaccine, and my revisions, the one that when mixed with the CDPA would make it harmless to humans. Even though we can't use it to cure the people, or eliminate the CDPA, I think if we mix the two, we might be able to reduce the flaw to the original SaVaccine,"

"Flaw?"

"Yeah, the pill has to be taken every time you enter CDPA, I can't fix that. Though if we use the Vapor Release, it'll eliminate any CDPA that drifts into other nations. There's too much in Sinnoh, though, it'll never work. And the second flaw, even with the old CDPA vaccine, you could only go 12 hours in direct contact, though I'll be able to double this. Though, more than a day, you'll go hybrid. The drug'll slow down the process by a small amount, but three hours in that stuff unprotected, not enough in the bloodstream, you're part pokemon. Abd the worst part, for the 24 hour vaccine, the stuff can't reach oxygen for more than a minute, so you need to have a fresh supply out of a sucked tank, so that elimanates of carrying a hypodermic needle. Oh, and one more thing, this is gonna take much longer than expected. Chia,"

Robert groaned, he hated when that happened, but he had to deal with it or nothing would ever go through. Plus he could see Goldenrod on the horizon. "Trevor, speed it up a little,"

"Yessir,"

He strolled out onto the deck. The Vaquero really was a beautiful ship. It was streamlined like a bullet train, with five or six coatings of gloss over the fiberglass body. Goldenrod was coming up quick(or at least the port where they were landing) and Robert wouldn't be late.

Projects

Vaccine 4/15
Vapor Release System1/20

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- Route 209

I threw my head back with a wild howl and unleashed my Flamethrower attack upon the Skuntank Hybrid. He threw up a Protect and shielded himself at the last moment. I cursed under my breath. My mind reverted back to the AK-47 on my back, but I figured I’d toy with them for a while. I hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
<Rapidfire, Sunflare, surround bug boy! The rest of you help me out with smelly over there!> I barked out to my Pokémon. My golden Arcanine and my massive Charizard quickly moved in and went to attack the Kricketune Hybrid. I dashed forward and leapt, tackling the Skuntank Hybrid and clamping my jaws onto his arm in a Crunch attack. He snarled in pain and gave me a swift Night Slash to the face. I let go at the last moment, but his claws ripped my cheek open, and blood swelled from the open wound. Nightflare jumped up and smashed an Iron Tail into the back of his back and Sparkplug ripped a Thunderbolt into his body. He roared and unleashed a Poison Gas attack, and we all quickly backed away from it.

He had concealed himself in the noxious gas, and we couldn’t get to him. An idea sparked in my head, and I bared my teeth happily.

<Hydro, use Aqua Jet and create a vacuum to suck the gas away from him, then SteelFang will rush him with a Force Palm,> I growled to them in a low voice so the Skuntank couldn’t hear us. Hydro leapt into the air and a rush of water burst around him, and he began spinning around the gas, pushing it into the air and then my Lucario flew forward, shoving his paw against the Hybrid’s chest. An explosion of Aura sent him hurtling back. I whipped my AK-47 off my back and fired a couple of rounds into his chest. He was dead and then I turned to the Kricketune. I whistled, motioning for my other Pokémon to get out of the way. Rapidfire flew into the air and Sunflare nimbly ran to my side. I fired my fully-automatic and killed him as well.

“That’s what you get for messing with Aqua,” I laughed and walked away across the bridge with my Pokémon behind me.

After all, we had to get to Veilstone.

[Alana Marie]

[[OOC: this post involves you Lusy-love :3, sorta (incase you ignored my VM)]]
Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldiers
Saffron City
Nameless HQ

Saffron city was slightly better off then Vermillion. A little more people, less broken and battered building’s. It intrigued her, the size of the Nameless Soldier’s HQ was giant compared to the rest of the buildings. Suddenly, Remidra had to urge to join them. She figured they were well off, and close to controlling Kanto, not to mention they could make great strides towards world domination if they had the right people. Remidra wanted to be part of that, she had a few ideas…

The flight over to Saffron was anything but glamorous (not that she was used to it). It was cold, wet, and windy, was she had flown over trails on the back of her Staraptor, Angie. Remidra had kept low to her Pokemon’s warm, soft feather’s in a attempt to keep from freezing at the altitude. As she flew over she thought about air-travel. A design formed in her mind, stealthy, hard-core, sensible, powerful. And of course, black. As she had flown over roads and people she amused herself with mentally constructing the air craft in her mind. She had no idea if it would appeal to the Nameless Soldier’s, but it was better then turning up empty handed.

Now that she was landed, she was almost completely soaked from the heavy condensation in the air she had flown through. She pushed open the door’s of the Nameless Soldier’s building and stalked up to the receptionist.

“Hello?” the women asked, she was small and rather fragile looking. Almost as if Remidra could break her neck with her pinkie finger.

“Yes, I had a offer, to join this, er, company. I would like to take you all up on that…”

The women looked her over, she did not appear as though she could be any help, and the thought read clearly on the small women’s face.

“I assure you, this is not deception” she pushed. The receptionist shook her head and pointed at the elevator.

Remidra smiled and walked towards the elevator, pressing the “Conference Room” button. She had been here before a year ago. When she entered the man’s office he looked surprised to see her. Of course, she had ran off. After several long minutes of talking and negotiating, he seemed a bit wary.

“How do I know you wont run off again? Your skills are wonderful, but we need to expand our weaponry and such and I don’t know if you could help with that…” he thought aloud.

Thought the whole conversations she had been doodling on a piece of paper, seemingly bored with his thoughts. Only now did she flip it around. On it’s surface was a sketch, nothing fancy, not much detail to it. Just a simple plan. The man looked it over.

“So, I see you do have other potential. Fine, my offer stands. But I don’t think you can handle this on your own” He mused, writing something down on a small scrap of paper.

“Here” he said passing it to her. “He is rather good at this, I say you two should work on your idea. If he deems it possible then you have something to do until we need your sleuthing abilities.”

Remidra grabbed the paper and stuffed it into her pocket. “Gotcha” she mumbled, excusing herself out.

Remidra followed the directions carefully, she had to back track through the building and start from scratch 6 times. Normally she never got lost, but the Nameless Soldier’s seemed keen on confusing anyone who was not used to the layout.

Clever she mused
She was walking down a steal platted hallway. She followed it down to the last door, there was a keypad. Remidra cursed under her breath and looked for a ‘visitor buzzer’ though she was sure no one would visit this place on a whim. She found one and pressed it. The people inside would be notified someone was awaiting entrance, someone without the password.

She figured they would use a camera to see who it was that wanted to gain assess. And in her current condition, she would not be surprised if they sent security on her.

Her black hair was slightly frizzier then normal and still had hints of water in it, it was damp, and the sent of her shampoo she had used this morning was wafting off of it now, its scent rekindled by the water. Her makeup was slightly smudged underneath her eye, from where a drop had hit her at blinding speeds. Remidra’s black blouse was soaked to the brim and sticking to her, and her jeans were not fairing any better. Not to mention she had her jacket on, sliding off one shoulder. She looked rather horrible to say the least. She pushed a piece of hair out of her face and sighed. Awaiting something to happen

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

Kirov proceeded down the walkway towards a large control panel, armed with dozens of computer screens that showed various blueprints, designs, and animations. One was scanning through a seemingly endless amount of massive calculations. Certainly impossible for anything but a computer.

"Summary, Director?" Kirov asked a strange-looking man in a lab coat and glasses. The Director straightened back up.

"Ah yes, sir. The VS5s are nearly ready for mass production, the only thing that remains is to fine-tune the warhead delivery systems and they will be ready for battlefield testing. Technical difficulties-" with these two words he glanced at a nearby aide, who shuffled nervously, "have interfered with the factory development. We've had a few shipment difficulties and material hold-ups as well."

Kirov nodded. "Get me a report on those material issues. I'll iron them out." Favoritism was uncharacteristic of an administrative leader, but Kirov couldn't help but feel a little affection for this particular project.

Further reports were unnecessary. Kirov had many projects to oversee, and he couldn't take care of every little detail. That was what the Directors were for. His main job was to deliver supplies to the various competing projects. If there was a problem that required his personal attention, he trusted his appointed Directors enough to let him know.

Still, he made the journey to all the various projects on a regular basis, just in case the Directors were hiding something. One never knew. Politics was a dangerous game.

He proceeded out of the hidden factory. When the double doors slid open, however, a woman was standing in his way. He wasn't familiar with this one, which, given his phenomenal memory, meant that she probably wasn't a member of the R&D department.

"Well hello there," Kirov greeted, trying to take a bit of the ice out of his voice. "And who might you be?"

Projects:
Stingray: 7/15
Volt Rifle: 7/10
Cryocopter: 7/15
Empress's Revenge: 4/20
VS5: 3/10

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Five Island, their Base of Operations.


Neil was giggling with glee as he looked over the maps that Dusknoir had assembled for them. The results were even more definitive than he could have hoped. The array was categorized almost like a population map, with huge clusters of dots put together to indicate battling that was being done at that moment, and thicker, more noticeable dots were those of more influential deaths. But the thing that had Neil excited were the two dots that were not black or blue. These dots were not the biggest, and not the smallest.

Nate didn’t have as good a grasp of the mapping system, but even to him, these markings stood out from the rest. Whereas all the other markings that the world had been annotated with, these alone were of shades other than black or blue. the map itself was grayed out, still faintly retaining traces of green, brown, or blue to signify terrain. The dot that Neil had told him was the one that they would be going after was a silver color. It was small, only about two millimeters wide compared to the largest of over six that they had discovered.

"The color,” Neil explained aloud, “is the result of consecutive tracings of the exact same strength and location.” He reached down to the map and tapped the two unique dots. First the gold, then the silver. “The golden one had a hit every single time that Dusknoir sent a pulse. If I had to guess, I would speculate that this would be the Talons of the Kian’Zal, the so called Soul Deciders. They likely resonate minutely with the death of others, seeing as their nature is in essence dealing with death and movement to the afterlife.”

Nate didn’t refute Neil’s logic. It seemed an awful long way to jump for a conclusion to him, but Neil tended to be right about those sort of things, so he let it slide.

“The strength of the resonation however is significantly lower, less than a third that of the silver location. I would put the silver as the Chest of Shadows, which is one of our primary targets, and our next mission. The Talons are far too noticeable, more likely to be coveted over the Chest were we to acquire them,” he said conclusively.

Nate glanced down at the map, noting the locations of the dots properly. “Whoa!” he exclaimed agitated. “Just wait a moment here. If the Talons are resonating with death, then what makes the Chest talk to us?” Nate didn’t really care about the answer, he just knew that it would give him time to think while Neil answered him, even though he could see straight through Nate’s ploy for time, he would still answer.

“It reacts with a more specific form of inter realm contact. One could speculate that it notices every time there is some kind of contact, however brief, made between our world and one of the next, whether intentional, or accidental; and by contact, I mean communication, not travel. Death is not related to the Chest, it is more a means of circumventing death, it cares little for the activities of the dying.”

Nate gave up with the argument and just protested. “We’re not going all the way into Celestic Town, that’s in the very heart of Sinnoh! If we took the shortest route, and I know that’s what you think we should do, then we’ll have exhausted more than half of our nine hours of safe time, and even then, there’s no guarantee we’ll get away unscathed!”

“But if we find the Chest before the 9 hours are up, it won’t matter at all whether there’s ample time to leave or not, we’ll be out of there before it can make a difference!” Neil knew that this was not strictly true, but tried to keep from leaking this part of the argument over to Nate. Right now, all that was important to Neil was getting there, and he needed Nate to go along with it if they were going to have any chance at success.

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Operation Artifact: 40% [8/20]

[Charizard Michelle]

OOC:

Sorry Soups but me nor my character are the type of people that like to just be on one spot.

Mala Aspecto says "IM BORED!"
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

Mala just stared at Art as he stood there. She had no idea what Art was thinking right now. Was he considering what Mala was saying. Was Art thinking about what he is planning to eat for dinner? Was the guy considering what shirt he would wear tomorrow. Was he considering that Mala was having people work on the OIN Slave and Servent which includes the fighthers that were on it. Did Art even think about what Operation Fresh was and how it was being worked on.

Mala really had no idea what was going on really. She just knew that while she was here that things were being done. Mala then got on the floor and sat down indain style and said "Well Arty-kun. While you think. I am going to be working on a new toy ok?" Mala then pulled out some parts and place them on the ground. "When you are ready to talk or at least tell me that is all then I be ready to listen." Mala smiled and then said, "DOn't worry. I am listening."

Mala had a pair of pompoms before her and several items before her. She then began to plug wires in and sung to herself, "The red wire eats the blue wire. The blue wire sings about love. Love eats banannas. Bannans like pikachus."

Mala kept on pulling on wires and began to work on the device that was being made by her.

Anna Aspecto says "Guess I am going to work now"
Graffiti
En Route to Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

Anna looked out a window of the airplane that she was in. A group of twenty men were with her. She felt a bit unsure about returning to Kumquat Island without Mala. Anna knew that the main mission was to gather zombies but that was Mala's job. Her job was to retrieve the OIN Foe and Prey.

ANna knew that the men that were with her could trust her and would do whatever she told them to. THey trusted her that way but she didn't have the successful plans that Mala could come up with. ANna could butt heads with generals on any day but plans were always best with Mala.

"So are we going to recover the ships? No zombies right?" asked sombody who was part of the last trip.

"We are going to try to do both." said Anna knowing that Mala would be upset if they didn't bring back one zombie.

"What about Mala?" asked another.

"She be with us soon. She is busy." said Anna. She then cocked a gun and took a deep breath. Kumquat Island was in view and soon they be landing on the same building from the day before.

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Skies over Lilycove City, Hoenn

We heard the sounds before they even came upon the city. Massive explosions plumed upward into the air. Smoke clogged the atmosphere. And the unmistakable crack of gunfire split the air somewhere far below.

The curling waves of the ocean abruptly gave way to the cracked, tedious gray of concrete and steel building structures, torn apart by the past few years of chaos. I leaned carefully over the edge, struggling to locate where the gunfire was coming from; the smoke made that near impossible. And that was when the female pilot shrieked, pointing down in a direction that was invisible to me, blocked by the hard steel side of the helicopter.

Every body moved at once, throwing itself against the side she had indicated, squirming forward to get a look at whatever had made her scream. And there it was. A massive throng of pale, ravaged bodies swarmed over the land beneath, their bodies moving as one. A wave of torn bodies washed against the buildings, and then I noticed that some of the bodies were not moving as the others were. These seemed to have free minds, and they darted in and out of the crowd… Wait. They had guns… They had swords. A bubble of elation and dread simmered within the pit of my stomach. They were humans.

“Wait. Who are those guys?” My voice was quiet. I had a lump in my throat that I just couldn’t manage to swallow.

“I dunno… But they don’t belong to us,” Lionel answered in a solemn tone, and I followed his gaze out of the side window to where it was trained on a second aircraft, circling just above where the group of humans fought the zombie swarm beneath. It definitely didn’t wear the Nameless Soldiers insignia, and for some reason, the way it swooped and twirled so swiftly through the air was quite frightening.

“It doesn’t matter, though,” the man continued, “They aren’t why we came here. We can’t get sidetracked.” He clambered up to where the two pilots sat and above the roar of the helicopter blades muttered something about the airport. They nodded, and the helicopter zoomed forward into the perpetual gray that hung over the city as though a mask of death.
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Construction of Route 27 Wall – 7/15

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Sunyshore City, Sinnoh

After landing in Sunshore, the town sights were very different from any other typical city. There were a few Hybrids that were not afraid to appear in public. And there were a few others that seemed to even be proud of it. But there were definitely fewer Hybrids than there should have been humans. Still, I wanted to be covert about this. The entire mission to Pummelo City had been done successfully with us leaving no trace we were there besides the naval base’s destruction. I wanted that to be the same here. Humans in Sinnoh instantly indicated they were from somewhere else, and in Sinnoh for a very good reason. And if they were willing to take the risk of becoming a Hybrid, it was that much more significant. I didn’t want that hovering around us…

After landing the chopper in a nearby ridge, Shelly gave me the address and the directions, and I did the best I could to keep us both out of sight. She looked at me, laughing like I was treating every Hybrid civilian like an armed guard. Our dominance over Sinnoh would undoubtedly come in time, but now wasn’t the moment to make any kind of statement or notion that Team Aqua was here to do that. The time wasn’t right.

The more I looked at the Hybrids, the more I couldn’t help but feel this could very well be the future of mankind in time, if nothing was done to prevent the spread of CDPA. There were many, like Raidon Makoto, that would refuse to give up their new power. I knew many in Team Aqua that would try and destroy anyone that attempted to enforce humanity upon them once again. There were many that embraced this new future, knowing that even if a preventative measure was created for humans, there would always be Hybrids. And from the looks of things, the day humans stopped existing could be here sooner than we thought, but not in the way we had ever imagined.

Trying to remain completely unseen in the Sunyshore streets was impossible, but the least we could do was avoid close proximity with the Hybrids. Many of them treated like we were afraid of getting infected by them, which was the case. However, I was more concerned about the fanatics that honored the coming of Hybrids, and would nothing more than to run into two humans with gas masks, just to pull them off and watch two more humans become Hybrids.

Shelly, as she looked at the Hybrid men, women, and children passing by, couldn’t help but feel a little empathy for them. To me, there was no need for empathy anywhere. Most of them enjoyed the new powers they had, and there were plenty that were coping with the transformation. Yes, I knew there were many that were still in distress and depression after the fact. This is what I intended CDPA for. No one ever heard anything good about CDPA. It was all bad news. The four letters together painted thoughts of grizzly transformations, melancholy feelings for the loss of humanity, and the shuddering of appearances, never wanting to step outside again. There was always this fear of what may come with inhaling CDPA. And I knew… humans were naturally afraid of the unknown. They feared losing their humanity, believing they were losing themselves in the process and becoming something they no longer recognized. That, was the fear behind CDPA, and that’s why it made a fearsome weapon.

We traveled through twenty five city blocks before we arrived at the address of the Farco building that had been recently abandoned. The front door had been locked, but it only took me twenty seconds to correct that. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought twice to bust down the door, but I also wanted to make sure no one had any evidence Team Aqua was here.

We stepped inside the dusty office building, and Shelly and I put our latex gloves on. It appeared whoever had abandoned this place had left in a hurry, since papers were all over the floor like someone had been in a rush. Meanwhile, drawers were open, lights were even still on, and cabinet doors that ordinarily would have been locked were now hanging ajar.

It was an open window of opportunity…

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In Progress

AMS Seafang Battleship –95% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seatooth Battleship – 95% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 48% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 40% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 12% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldier's
Nameless HQ

Remidra was busying herself by trying to not hack the door. But she was oh-so tempted to take a crack at it. Her finger’s itched to fly over the pad, to feel the satisfaction of yet another high-end facility hacked. But that would not due her any good in trying to make nice with this man she was supposed to be working with.

Just when she couldn’t stand it anymore the door’s slid open. Standing there was a man with bright red hair and striking blue eyes, much like her own. He seemed rather formal and rigid based on his body language. His back straight and shoulders back, while Remidra was leaning on one hip, jacket falling of one shoulder, her hands crossed over her chest.

"Well hello there," he greeted her, she detected a bit of ice under the apparent attempt at politeness, “and who might you be?”

Remidra looked him up and down and shifted her weight to her other hip. “Remidra Mernzar” she stated coolly, her voice was somewhat melodic when she spoke. Almost as if she was singing. It had always been that way, sine she was 13, It often annoyed her that no one would take her threats seriously in that voice.

“I was sent by someone in the recruiting area?” it was a question, not a statement. She handed over a note from the man she was speaking to earlier. On there it had why they hired her, and her idea’s. Although, she noticed that at the bottom was a warning of her wily behavior. A small smile showed on her curved lips when she thought about it.

She flicked her odd blue eyes back to his face, studying his features thoroughly, she had expected someone older.

[White Wolf of the Snow]

Crystal Estrada
The Nameless Soldiers
Heading Back to Victory Road, Kanto

Crystal cocked her head curiously, and then flinched a man met her eyes. She leaped back into the shadows as the Eevee Hybrid pointed. Silver followed closely. Crystal retreated back in the direction they had come.

This time, she did not race, but jog.

Silver looked at her curiously. She seemed a bit sad, a bit depressed. And lonely. He nuzzled her affectionately, then kept jogging. He sped up a bit, trying to get her to run. The temptation was too great to resist, and Crystal finally raced the mile back to the tree, where the two romped in the flowers. Inside, Crystal was a mere child.

The shiny Ninetales mix trotted around the clearing, taunting her Pokemon to play-fight. Silver accepted the "challenge", and then dashed at her. She crammed her head under his stomach and lifted his upper body into the air, then pushing him. He fell back on his back, stood up, and snarled playfully.

Crystal blew a tiny Ember at him, which he countered with an Ember of his own. The two danced around each other, firing Embers here and there, which collided in beautiful sparks in which showered onto them. Finally, Silver was forced into submission, and lay down on the grass, belly up and tails in between his legs.

Silver gently nipped the fur under her neck, which was a sign that said "you are Alpha".

This was a game they played almost daily, and it resembled a weak battle between the Alpha male in the wolf pack and the rival male-in this case it was a rival female- would fight for dominance. Whether or not Crystal would win was her grade from Silver. If he submitted to her, she had been agile and quick, and then also that her reflexes had been very developed and the Embers strong.

Crystal lay down in the waving grass, Silver a bit of a ways off, helping a poor Caterpie find it's mother...

~Projects
Run Faster On All Fours- 3/5

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

Kirov studied the note for a short while, then the woman herself. She wasn't that tall, but very slender. Bordering on anorexic, possibly. He wondered how much time she spent on her own appearance and whether that slimness was forced or natural.

At the bottom of the note was a warning about a possible sassy attitude and disregard for rules. Well, Kirov was going to have none of that. This woman would bend to his will, or she would be fired. And while she might not give a damn about being fired, Kirov did. He had enough on his plate at a time without having to deal with insubordinate subordinates. As a necessity, the Directors of the various projects were very smart. But high intelligence often brought along with it arrogance, and part of Kirov's job was to nurse a dozen or so inflated egos and keep them from killing each other. Or him.

Kirov was a rule-follower, and a rule-setter. And when he set them, he expected them to be followed. Or else.

"Well well. You might be of some use then. I'll put you on technician duty until I can get a better idea of your... ah... personality." He tilted his head back slightly. "And your specialty is..."

His datapad suddenly beeped. He looked down at it. There was an urgent text message. Apparently there had been a breakthrough in the Tesla research department. He would have to read the full report later. Putting the datapad back in his pocket, he awaited a response from Remidra.

Projects:
Stingray: 8/15
Volt Rifle: 8/10
Cryocopter: 8/15
Empress's Revenge: 5/20
VS5: 4/10

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldiers
Nameless HQ


Remidra watched him as he took her in. Of course there was a small disapproving glance at her weight, she knew she was thin, it was a rather annoying trait she had gotten from her mother. It required her to eat constantly for fear of getting any smaller. Some sort of genetic defect that made it harder for her to absorb nutrients into her blood. Personally, she couldn’t care what she looked like. As long as she blended in if needed. She pushed another wet strand of hair out of her face. But it fell back she sighed and tied it into a messy, and rather odd ponytail.


"Well well. You might be of some use then. I'll put you on technician duty until I can get a better idea of your... ah... personality." He tilted his head back slightly. "And your specialty is..."

“Breaking and entering, spying, combat” she listed them off. “But more recently I thought up a design, I’ve yet to sketch it but…” she trailed off.

In her mind it was a small, black aircraft. Big enough for a pilot and maybe a co-pilot. It was a thing design, rather wraith like, fast and sturdy. Built mainly for entering territory unnoticed or making swift attacks on large, less agile ships. The idea was growing slowly in her mind, it amused her how simple things could form into a bigger and better plan.

His beeper buzzed. She glanced down at it and then back to his face, seeing how he would react to her.

Technician…gross. I would much rather get my hands dirty or…be outside her lips curved at the idea of scurrying about Saffron city in the dead of night. Of course now she needed lodging, it had only just popped into her head.

She made a mental note to look for a apartment later on, but for now a hotel would suit her fine. She was used to much worse anyway. She glanced back at him, he was only a few inches taller, she was actually grateful. Being tall did not help her fit in or blend in easily with other’s. and her wraith like frame, while good for hiding in the shadows, drew attention in daylight.

Shadow Wraith…great name… she mused, instantly adopting the name to the bubbling idea in her head.

Projects:
Shadow Wraith: 5%

[Lord Celebi]

OIAF Base, Kumquat Island
Orange Islands

The zombies were winding down, however, that, by no means, was reason to drop our defenses. They were still climbing the walls, trying to get to us. Several had successfully made their way up to the top of the wall and had taken out one of our soldiers. We distracted the zombies for a moment by throwing his body over the wall and into the chasm, where the zombies all competed for a taste of flesh.

In this window, we reloaded and got ready for the next onslaught. One of the Aquas had brought over a barrel of oil from the air strip, which I was ready to use. Once the zombies began to climb back up, I kicked over the barrel of oil, covering the wall, the zombies on the wall, and the zombies in the chasm with oil. I then lit my lighter, and using field adhesive, kept it lit and dropped it, lighting the oil on fire. The inferno engulfed the wall and the chasm, as zombies screamed in pain.

"I think we're done here," I said to my troops, as we began to pack up. We went past the barrier, and then added a couple more boards to support it and cover our return to the air strip. Upon my arrival, I had learned that all the jets were ready for departure. Once the stolen jets were clear, our troops in the Cargo Copters took off. Finally, I took off from the base in Purple Twilight I.

I circled around the base and dropped a bomb into the chasm, where the surviving zombies congregated. They wouldn't be able to stand the blast, I was sure of it. I then throttled the yoke forward, breaking the sound barrier, and sending me past our new jet acquisitions. I continued to travel at the speed of sound, leaving sonic booms in my wake.

The twin battleships were completed, which was great. Our fleet was already incredibly powerful, and with these two ships, no one could touch the Sevii Islands with all of our military might. A campaign against the world would soon ensue. The Sevii Supply Tunnels were 70% completed. The Leviathan Torpedo system for our subs was around 16% complete. Finally, the Sunlight was 10% complete.

It would be a long journey back to the Deathwing. I slumped in my seat, getting comfortable for the flight...

Projects
AMS Seatooth - 100% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Seafang - 100% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 70% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 16% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 10% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Stalling for time"
Graffiti
The Under, Orre

Mala sighed as she sat before Art as he was thinking whatever. It seemed like hours were going by. Surely hours haven't passed but really Mala hated to just be in one spot for a long time.

Mala began to hit a piece of metal with the backend of the screwdriver several times. Some people may think this action was crazy but really Mala knew what she was doing. This thing she was building was something new that really nobody didn't know could be done. Mala then grabbed a part and place it next to another part. More wires were connected.

Mala looked up at Art and wonder what he was thinking about. She then smiled and then looked back at her device. "Just tell me when you are ready." Mala connected more wires and place serveral items next to each other.

Mala then took the time in one corner of her head to think about how Operation Fresh was doing. It did involved the zombies that Mala captured but really the rest was up to Sean to make sure everything else was being taken care of. There was also the work on the OIN Slave and Servent. Both ships were being worked on a bit to make them bit tougher and better.

Mala smiled loving this idea she came up with. Soon it would be done. Sometimes people thought she over did things but Mala guess that it is better to do things relistically then just making sure it is just done.

Anna Aspecto says "Why must I do this?"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

"SHOOT THEM NOW!" yelled Anna as she shot a few bullets in the zombie's arm. It did nothing until several Ice Beams were shot. A staryu was next to Anna as it shot an Thunderwave.

The zombies were frozen in spot. ANna then kept running inside the marine base. She then looked back at her group of twenty men. Some of them were hybrids while others were humans. Anna then pulled out a device and said, "It seems like the ships we have secured here are still in the we left them and secured."

"So what should we do?" asked a Elekid hybrid. He was wearing a black jumpsuit.

"I want you and seven others to go around the base and around up some zombies." said Anna. She then looked at the ships that were in the next room. Anna then said, "The others. We are going to fix these ships up so we can run out of here faster."

The people around Anna nodded. A magnemite and a two other electric type hybrids nodded and followed Anna. The others which included an kadabra hybrid followed the elekid hybrid.

Anna then went towards the ships and said, "Ok men. We got work to do."

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Sunyshore City, Sinnoh

Shelly and I spent many hours digging through journals, photographs, books, and other Farco belongings, separating everything into two piles. The first, smaller pile was for everything related to the Kian’Zal. And the second, larger pile was for everything that didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. As we searched, the midday sun shone through the musty windows, lighting the dust particles that lazily floated around. The entire room was a mess, and it was horribly hot. I was sweating like crazy under my mask, seriously wishing I could just pull it off and let my suffocated face breathe a little.

“You do know that 95% of even that crap is going to be useless, right?” I asked her, my voice muffled by my oxygen mask.

“How so?” She asked, thinking I was being overly pessimistic.

“Its either going to cover stuff we already know, or something that no longer has meaning.” I told her, knowing the reality of the situation, “I’ve seen those journals. Its describing how they found the Kian’Zal, not what the hell they did after the CDPA struck.”

She shrugged, and just got back to searching. Somehow, I felt we were searching in the wrong place. This was all of their past information, but it didn’t go into what they did with it. No, if they came here and left in a hurry, there had to be some other clue that let us know of their location. Something related to now, and not a journal of research or some photograph. I already knew how they found the Kian’Zal. They could describe it a million times over to me, it wouldn’t put any of those artifacts in my hands. Only something they used very recently would lead me to them, and I knew there was even less of that here than the junk Shelly insisted would actually have some use to it.

I took another look at some of the desks, not looking for books this time. I saw phones, scattered office supplies, unrelated papers, but I did find something that caught my eye. Someone had left their black SLVR cell phone here. I flipped it open, and saw it had two new text messages waiting to be read. I looked through them both, to see if there was anything interesting.

45 newfront sec floor

And the other:

where r u? I still got it

I realized it was the same person who sent both of these messages. I decided to message him back, pretending to be the person he was trying to contact.

got delayed. omw there

I then sent the message, and decided to keep the phone. I had a feeling this would be a far stronger lead than one of those books.

“What are you doing over there, Neo?” Shelly asked me, looking at me texting on the phone, “Is that even yours?”

“Take the books and let’s get the hell out of here, Shelly.” I told her, grabbing my things, “I think I have a good enough lead. Let’s go with 45 Newfront street, second floor. As for this place, incendiary charge.”

“Are you kidding?” Shelly asked me, “You’re going to burn this whole building down? And all this research?”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about this crap, Shelly.” I told her truthfully, “We check the location, and when we leave, we set off the charge, and let fire leave no trace that we were here. Not to mention, if anyone else discovers this location, I’d rather let them find a pile of ash than find something we left behind that leads them to one of the artifacts.”

She couldn’t argue about that. Once I set the charge under a desk, simply waiting until I pressed the button on the remote, we left the building. I had a feeling things were going to get very interesting now. It was my kind of game…

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CDPA Weapon – 52% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 44% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 16% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 15% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[SuperBoy]

OOC: My fault, Chars. I have finals this week, so things are tough.

Art
Graffiti
Hollow Insides Inc, The Under, Orre

Step one, complete. Mala Aspecto understood the basis of her mission and at this point I knew she would take care of it. Besides, she would be traveling with Shine, the best swordsman alive. With the two of them together, they would be an unstoppable force, knowing only their mission objectives and own strength. Nothing more.

Mala had other things of her own to take care of, such as her little "toy", which I completely zoned out on because I really didn't care. It would probably benefit Graffiti in some way or another, but until it was officially finished, I didn't give a hoot. I had already completed step one of my plan and now came the preparations for step two. These were obviously more difficult than the first ones, but that was okay. I was Art; and I could virtually handle any problem thrown at me.

<She's gone. You may take your focus off.> I told my Gallade, nodding my head afterward. <She got it all down.>

Gallade nodded in return and relaxed himself, walking up the rugged staircase soon afterward. As for myself, I needed a rest. The training session with Froslass had taken up quite the amount of my energy and I needed to regain it.

Tomorrow, the big plan would begin. Mala would meet with Shine and I would depart to Phenac City, preparing myself for the speech of the ultimatum. Oh, life was sweet, especially under the care of Graffiti.

You were able to spray paint life with your own color each and every day...


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Objectives in Progress

The Graffiti Pacifist - 5/25




OOC: I know. Ultra-short, but I have to study. I promise larger posts later.

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Pulling the Neo!

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
45 Newfront Street, Sunyshore City, Sinnoh

It didn’t take very long to find 45 Newfront Street. I realized it was an apartment building made of dark green painted bricks with grated windows. Even though I had just sent the sender a recent message, I looked up at the second floor to see there was no obvious sign anyone was up there. The street was very quiet, which was good. If anything went down over here, I didn’t want all hell breaking loose to suddenly give us a nightmare I didn’t want to deal with.

Shelly and I approached the ground level door, which was locked. I took out my picks, got to work on it, realizing they had also bolted the door as well. Picking the lock wasn’t hard, and I managed to get it done easily even though it was a more complicated lock. The bolt was the problem. There was no doubt in my mind I could break though it, but the noise could alert anyone that was upstairs. I decided to keep the door shut. And I knew I had limited time as well. The recipient of my message was likely waiting for someone to arrive at the door and ring the bell. At that point, the recipient would make sure they were the owner of the phone before letting them in. I knew he wouldn’t do that with us however, so we needed to find another way in.

I looked around the building, only there was nothing I saw that would give me a nice entry point.. However, the neighboring apartment building, which was directly connected to this one, may have had a door that wasn’t bolted. So, I decided to try my luck with that one, picking the door, and gently opening it. Easy money. We headed inside, and I walked up to the second floor. The lobby and the hallways of this place were a rat house, but I could care less.

I opened up one of the second floor windows, and climbed outside. Shelly thought I was nuts, but I kept going, carefully climbing over to the windows of the neighboring building. They were grated as well, but even those had locks. It was hard to pick them and keep myself holding on, but I managed to do it, and I took the grate off. At this point, I didn’t care if I trashed the window. If there was anyone in there thinking of getting away, they really wouldn’t get far.

I grabbed the upper beam, and swung myself into the window, breaking the glass and rolling onto the laminated flooring. Fragments of glass were scattered everywhere as I quickly whipped out my Desert Eagle and looked around the room. It appeared to be the bedroom of the apartment, but I quickly heard footsteps coming from the other room. I quickly approached the door, and laid myself flat against the wall. The door swung open, and just as he came in, I kicked him from behind and he flew flat on the ground. He rolled over and I stuck my pistol right in his face.

He was a Hybrid, just like all the others. I felt pity for him though. A male Hybrid of a Bellossom seemed highly unlikely, but it was the case here. His skin was tinted green, his waist surrounded by large green and yellow leaves, while he had two red flowers with red centers on his head.

It reminded me why I didn’t take my chances in taking off the mask…

“Who… who the f*ck are you!?” He shouted, crawling back.

With one hand, I kept my hold on the magnum in his face, while with the other, I pulled out the cell phone, and threw it on the floor besides him. He looked at it, and his eyes lit up with horror.

“That’s Larry’s phone!” He shouted at me, “What the hell did you do with him!?”

It was then that Shelly joined the party. He noticed her too, and it only added to his entrapment.

“Larry’s dead.” I lied to him, “Just like you’ll be if you don’t tell us where the implants are.”

“I don’t know...!” He blubbered, “Who… who the f*ck are you people!?”

I aimed the gun off to the side, and fired. The Desert Eagle sounded with a massive blast as a gaping hole suddenly appeared in the floor next to the Bellossom Hybrid’s waist. He suddenly yelped and jerked back, realizing I was deadly serious.

I’ve played this game before. And I win each and every time…

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[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Agate Village, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
I see you used my group, Shen XD.

The younger man known as Vance Gray frowned as he studied his notes, sitting on his bunk for the time being. They were all doing the same, having the next few days off to prepare before going out to Hoenn. Normally they would have more of a notice before going on a mission, especially one as big as this. However, it was apparent that this information was new and they wanted them to leave as quickly as possible, which was another possible reason why it was the PACK that were being sent – it was obvious that they would be able to get a transport ship up the quickest.

The plans weren’t too intricate, as the information about the Hoenn military bases weren’t that substantial. They knew the locations and some information on the zombies, hybrids and desperate people who made their the country their home, but not enough to really make a sizable plan. They had the basics down, however. They would arrive en-masse, fighting into the complex together. While inside they would split into smaller groups of four or so, with one member of each group carrying some kind of walkie-talky so that they could make sure to keep in touch. This way if one group found what they were looking for or schematics they would be able to share the information with the others.

The problem was, of course, that they weren’t sure what they were looking for. However, the higher-ups in the Graffiti hierarchy were sending a few underlings – people who would know where to search for at the very least. The PACK still wasn’t trusted, and so the information of exactly what they were looking for wasn’t shared. Whatever it was they would find out soon enough one way or another, and Sol had even talked about how she was going to find out as much as she could with our without the permission and knowledge of the ones sent by Graffiti. She had said if they were going to do that much work it was their right, and Vance had to agree.

‘Man, this isn’t going to be fun,’ the gray-eyed man mumbled to himself as he stared at the reports. It was apparent that the zombies weren’t just the normal shambling idiots found in old movies, they had apparently evolved and become even stronger. There was information about some with long tongues that filled the air with smoke when they died, giants that were all muscle mass, strange jumping zombies and even a female zombie that could kill people with ease. Everyone had run through zombie training earlier, but Vance knew that it was totally different when it came to really meeting the creatures. It was made even worse by the fact that he didn’t really have any way to protect himself, he barely even knew how to shoot a gun. During the training he had been forced to rely on his teammates help to survive, though he made sure to keep himself busy by protecting their flank as best he could and yell out if they were being flanked.

Still, a part of him was looking forward to the mission to come, as he had been feeling rather restless the past few weeks. It was likely because of the fact that he hadn’t had an episode lately, and so that lessened the amount of interesting things happening to him quite a lot. He couldn’t help but worry that something would go wrong and he’d end up trying to go Rambo while they were on their mission, which would more than likely lead not only to his death but to those of his team. When talking to his colonel about this worry, Sanders said that he would personally make sure this would not happen by putting two of his best men and Sol with him in their group, in the hopes that a friendly presence would help while the others would be a great defense.

“Well then,” Vance finally said, “at least I know that I will have some help.” He gripped one of his Poké Balls tightly, focusing on the pink and white ball. Each of his luxury balls were customized highly to suit the needs and likes of his Pokémon, and the current was painted to match the color of his Mr. Mime. The others: two steel balls, one with wings painted on and the other with large white eyes; a golden and black ball; a green, white, yellow, and red ball; a brown and white ball with a small decal of a leek; and a purple, white, red, and blue ball.

Though he wasn’t good with guns or hand-to-hand combat like some of the others, he was still a genius when it came to Pokémon, and at the very least the zombies would soon know the power of a well-trained Pokémon. “They’ll never know what hit him,” he mumbled proudly to himself, “especially with the new earpieces I gave them.”

Project List

Element-Proof earpieces: 5/5 –Done-
Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 5/20
HK-71 plans: 5/30
NU Sea Turtle: 3/20

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Me and Neo aren't that different"
Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre

Mala took a look at Art and guess that he was way too deep into thinking. Mala then looked at her device and said, "Well it is almost done. Just a pinch here." Mala then hit the device with the but of her screwdriver and said, "Done! We have it!"

Mala then place the device to her sides and looked at Art. Mala smiled and said, "Well talk to you later Arty Kun. Try to take care. I say hi to SHine for you."

Mala then got out of the building and walked towards the elevator that lead to Pyrite City. Still Mala couldn't think of what to do once she meets up with Shine. Mala had her own plans to do things her own way. As she was right here talking to Art, her right hand, Anna, was fighting against zombies and trying to get a ship running so she can run away. Mala didn't care much about what happens to Anna. She knew that Anna was a tough girl. It just that Anna was having all the fun while Mala was just talking and talking and talking. Then having Shine would be a problem since now somebody would be watching and maybe slowing her down.

Soon bright light was being place in Mala's face as she saw that the natural sunlight that was coming from the sun over Orre was in her face. Mala smiled as she made her way towards Zone Hotel. It was what could be called the second best hotel in all of Orre. The best were found in Phenac City close to the tower that looms over it. Still Zone Hotel was surronded by the grim of Pyrite Town.

Operation Fresh was still on Mala's head as she knew that the project was going to take some time to work out. Many things were needed for the project as in material. The project it self was kind of one big thing with a filling that a king would love to try if the project was a chocolate. There was also the work on the OIN Slave and Servent. The jets on the Servent were still usable along with the other material.

Mala walked into Zone Hotel. She just hummed a song as she walked past the front desk. THe guy at the front desk looked at Mala and said, "What you are doing here! Only paying people can go that far."

Mala smiled and looked at the person. She then pulled out a gun and said, "You look pretty."

The man had a puzzled look and then reached down under his desk. He then said, "Don't think you are going to pull this junk on me." He then pulled out a rifle and said, "Out or I-"

Mala then pulled the trigger and shot a bullet the bary touch the man's ear. Mala then said, "Next time I won't miss."

The man pointed his rifle as Mala and said, "Well I won't too!" He then began to pull the trigger but relized that Mala was nowhere to be seen now. He then jumped as a gun was to his temple. He then said, "But how?"

"Good question. I am just sneaky." said Mala. She then smiled.

"Umm..well...take it! Take it all! The money." said the man. He then stopped when he relized that Mala was gone. At once he fell to his desk and was reliefed.

Mala was now taking the stairs up to the highest floor in the building. If she knew the type of people that Art hung around then they would like to be at the top. That way they can view the art that this city was. Mala then saw herself facing a lone door and said, "Well well. Door is lock."

Mala touched the knob and saw she needed a keycard. The girl then smiled and began to kick the cardreader and with a hit of her elbow the ligth turned green. Mala then twisted the knobbed and was welcome by a group of men. Mala then smiled and said, "Tatooed up." SOme of the men looked at Mala and her smile got wider, "DOn't worry guys. I am here to see SHine-kun. So where is he?"

Anna Aspecto says "Now we wait"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

Anna was looking at the ship. She had some electric type hybrid helping repowering the ship with their Thunderbolts attacks. These ships had some work done on them the other day but now they are getting the full treatment before leaving Orange Island.

Anna didn't really understand what was being done to make them work but really it was being done and all part of Mala's plan.

"Anna." said her radio. The blonde picked up the radio and said, "Speaking."

"We have a situation. Zombies. Lots of them. We seem to have- Ahhh!" yelled the man.

Anna at once began to run. She released her staryu and said, "THunderbolt the group. Hit all zombies once outside." She then push a button on her bluetooth and said, "Sean."

"On secured line." said the porygon hybrid from an unknown location.

"Do you know where that transmission that just called me was from?" asked Anna.

Sean said nothing for a long time and then said, "Less then a mile from the east side of the base. Is that all?"

"Yeah. Thanks." said Anna. She then saw a person trying to push a zombie in an ice block and said, "You. Come. Take out a pokemon that knows Ice Beam and charge with me."

The person was confused but understood. He relesed a jynx and together followed Anna.

Once outside Anna's staryu shot a Thunderbolt. Still Anna was surprised. She was witnessing not only one of the biggest zombies she has seen but it had six others with him and she had only five of her own men left.

"What happen here?" asked Anna.

The elekid hybrid spoke, "We were just looking around for some zombies when we see to have waken these. They took two of our men."

At once the huge zombie began to swing his arms. Anna then yelled, "Scatter!"

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Agate Village, Orre
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
I win

“Load up!” Colonel Sanders shouted over the faint hum of the large plane that was sitting behind him. The back of the transporter was opened up, allowing all of the various men and women to swarm into the back. Despite the fact that the higher ups wanted them to only send in one transport, Sanders decided that it was impossible, given the need for supplies and rations. And so a while away from the first transport was another, both emblazoned with both the wolven symbol for the PACK and a slightly smaller symbol for the Graffiti team.

All around the large airstrip only a minute away from the PACK’s base were men and women rushing to their assigned spots, jumping inside in their armor. Despite the fact that they wore only a small amount of battle armor they were moving with a lumbering quality, perhaps because they weren’t used to wearing anything but a bullet-proof vest. Of course, that worked well for being in a plane with small ground skirmishes, but when planning something as big as this something more was needed. The battle armor was specially made, the insides lined with bullet-proof material that would stop any bullet from penetrating.

Normally the armor was only used during the rare ground practice sessions, though they were also used during some ceremonies. This was because of the fact that they were emblazoned with each squadron member’s own personal insignia, a symbol made to express themselves, something they could wear with pride.

Vance himself had painted the Poké Balls of his team onto the shoulder of his suit, while the PACK’s own logo was resting comfortably over his left chest. The armor made him slower, and he was having trouble holding himself up. Still, he was strong enough to be able to move well enough in the clunky material, he just wouldn’t be able to sneak anytime soon. ‘Pilots aren’t made to wear the trappings of a soldier,’ he mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the gloves until he finally gave up and took them off, plopping them into the small satchel he was carrying around with him.

He had double checked to make sure he had everything ten minutes back; his Poké Balls, pistol, and small sword were all present and accounted for. The last two were issued by the colonel, saying that they were going to be encountering problems and it was best they were ready for anything. The sword, he said, would make due for when they were pressed for ammunition, which was a lot better than being left without a weapon when one was needed the most.

With everything ready he moved into the back of the clunky machine, finding his seat easily enough. Sol had made sure that the two sat together when they were assigned seats a while back and was already in her seat, looking quite odd in her armor. She had spray painted the whole thing pink, and even the wolf insignia was colored a deep violet. “Ready for this, Vanny?” she asked, her grin stretching her mouth and all her teeth showing.

‘She’s excited,’ Vance couldn’t help but think, ‘perhaps too excited. More than likely she’s just happy that she got relegated out of base camp defense and into the search parties with me. I think she’s been going stir crazy without someone to torture.’ After a while of thought he couldn’t help but think to himself, ‘it’s really sad that my best friend is a serial killer and it doesn’t bother me.’ A sad statement but true, he had gotten used to death and Sol’s strange personality, anymore he just thought of it as a strange and off-putting personality quirk.

Out loud he said, “not quite. Still, I know that I will be able to hold my own as long as I have you and my Pokémon to help. I know that I’ve been training with them for quite some time for just such a moment, I just wish that we were able to fight in an air more open so that I could show my true strength instead of being stuck in a tight corridor.”

“Don’t worry,” she said, her grin stretching even further, “I won’t let a single one of the infected touch you or your babies. I’ll make sure to blow them up, they won’t even know what hit them!” The girl’s eyes fell to the part of the transport that would house the ammunition and other supplies, and Vance figured that her explosives were being held there, at least for the time being. The girl was very good at making sure her explosives lasted, though before she left she put in a request to have new explosives made directly for her.

“Ah, so you’re ready? Figured out how to counteract all these weird kinds of zombies?” Despite himself the young adult was curious, as crazy and spontaneous as she was even Sol wouldn’t go into an encounter in which she was armed with a variety of knowledge without first making a good plan.

The other nodded once, her hair bobbing with the movement. “Of course, I’ve packed different explosives for each of the kinds of zombies listed. Of course, there is a good chance that the infection has evolved again and that there will be a new strain of freak, but then I have a good amount of miscellaneous explosives for that.”

Shrugging off the slightly creepy thoughts of exploding zombies Vance looked out the window, watching as the world past by and they moved toward Hoenn …

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 6/20
HK-71 plans: 6/30
NU Sea Turtle: 4/20
Special Explosives: 1/10

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Lilycove City, Hoenn

"Heh, you just go on ahead. I'll just keep on fighting."

Turning off his earpiece and microphone so Marisa had no chance to protest, Yuki quickly returned to the battle at hand, sending his sword through a zombie's neck as he did so. Cursing inwardly as a Smoker's tongue lashed at him, he pinned the appendage to the ground with his off-hand blade, and followed the slobbering pink organ-weapon with his main weapon trailing behind him. When he reached the Smoker, he switched to a two-handed stance and swung, slicing it in two cleanly between the ribs. He kept running even after he made sure the zombie was truly deader than dead, as the rough equivalent to a smoke bomb spewed out from the corpse.

He had gained quite some experience in fighting these things, and had developed strategies to taking care of each and every subtype of zombie there was. At least, those that he knew about. Mutations were random for a reason. Between the common zombies, Smokers, Boomers, and Tanks, Yuki was confident that there were none who could kill him, especially not when he had plenty of firepower in the form of his Pokemon alongside him.

Stepping back into the circle of death that the six of them had formed, Yuki kept his eyes open for any zombies that were tougher than the normal ones that he considered little more than fodder meant to tire him out rather than hurt him. They were potentially dangerous if they rushed in as a Horde, but the trick was to manage their numbers by separating them with Pokemon attacks. Sending Toga's Hydro Pump down a row broke the Horde into two, smaller, manageable halves, one of which Yuki could handle without much problem as the Feraligatr ripped them to shreds with flashing claws and a tail capable of smashing through rock without difficulty.

As for Smokers, their tongues were capable of immobilizing him, and while staying in one place for too long was dangerous against any enemy, that was about the only thing they had over the normal zombies. The smoke they released was little trouble if his visor was set to thermal-vision, and even if he was using night- or normal- vision modes, he could just run out of the smokescreen with little trouble. It was of utmost importance that one did not stop fighting out of confusion, because hesitation meant death in these scenarios.

Boomers were the ones that Yuki had to worry about most of the time, because blood and gore aside, their bile was just plain disgusting. Not to mention the fact that they emanated heat which blinded the thermal sensors along with conventional sight. He did not make the mistake of chopping them apart again, and always ducked when he spotted one getting ready to projectile vomit. These things he left to his Pokemon, almost invariably Kouji or Guy, who just fired rocks or fire at them to destroy them from really far away, where there was no chance of the stuff getting on his suit.

Then there were Tanks, who for all their deadliness, were ultimately of little concern because of their sheer rarity. Besides, their appearance was always preceded by quite a lot of background noise, and there was no way he could not anticipate their attacks. After his initial skirmish against one, Yuki had quickly learned that it was pretty much suicidal to try and fight them alone, because his fatigue was already quite a victory for the Horde. They were big, and they were tough, but a Garchomp launching itself into them at about Mach 2 still wrecked them regardless. Hell, just about any one of his Pokemon were fully capable of physically overwhelming a Tank, though Guy and Toga preferred not to because zombies tasted disgusting and they refused to bite any more than they had to.

With all that figured out, Yuki was sure that they could beat down all of the zombies that the Horde could care to send at them. At the very least, they could survive until morning, which was still several hours away.

Marisa Vermillion
Etherlight Industries Complex, Lilycove City, Hoenn

"Alright, Sora, return to your Pokeball. You wouldn't be able to fit into the corridor. Kaze, Kage, Smith, Kite, let's go."

Recalling her Dragonite and summoning her smaller Pokemon, Marisa entered the behemoth of concrete and steel that was Etherlight Industries. It had not been a famous company even before the Intolerable Depression and the Task Subjugate, but Marisa had heard of it before. They were at the forefront of technology, but mainly functioned in the role of a supplier to other companies and even governments. They made everything, including weapons, and those were what Marisa was supposed to be looking for at the moment.

"You know, I wonder why Yuki didn't just borrow Sora to fly down to the ground. I know Pizza can't support his weight with all that equipment, but really..."

Tapping her microphone, Marisa checked for reception and called for Leon, who was still in some compartment of the plane welding together some sort of weapon that he refused to show her.

"Hey, Leon, where's the weapons R&D I'm supposed to be going after"

Her earphones sparked to life as Leon gave his reply. Concise instructions that were completely out of character for a person who was so fond of exaggerated flair. Not bothering to ask where he got the blueprints for the facility from, Marisa started walking, her four Pokemon surrounding her and protecting her. She was carrying a shotgun now, but her entire knowledge of using the weapon could be summed up into "release safety, point barrel at nasty things, pull trigger, pump, repeat until out of ammo." Pokemon were much safer, especially when she was far better with them than Yuki, who she was sure was using his Pokemon to the fullest without so much as a command.

"Aw, crap. I knew there were zombies in this place."

It had taken about two doors before the first of the undead appeared, though Kaze had immediately ran ahead and sliced them into two without care for such obstructions like bones.

"This is going to be a lonnng night."

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 7/15

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 7/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 7/25

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Goldenrod City, Johto

It was a terrible sight...

A dead planet shrouded in the murk of pollution.

The screams of pokemon and people as habitats were torn asunder by tanks, planes, troops, and battleships.

The screeching monotone of countless factories and the whimpers of the hopeless grinding against my ears.

One great rope, then another, yet another, a swarm of serpents wrapping around the Earth, titans of many different appearances pulling against the snakes, Gaia herself wailing in agony!

Then... Fragments of an once beautiful home joining the ranks of the dead. Countless mammoth stones joining the ranks of our asteroid belt, another forgotten world caught in it’s orbiting grasp.

I felt myself seeking to escape this horrible vision, my heart pounding, pounding! In another existence, I gazed upon my body below, it’s mutated form tremoring and sweating...

But I felt something hold me down, like a hand that stopped my eyes from opening to their world once again.

Then it spoke. A resonating voice of boundless power, the firm, confident words speaking from every star around, the imperial speech of a god. Peace through superior firepower. Peace through the mastery of knowledge. Peace through the destruction of the serpents that will seek to rend the Earth. As I heard this, a vast, incorporeal entity seemed to rush from the sun at impossible speeds, the intense lumination refracting subtly off what seemed to be an animal’s form...

The regal voice spoke again. You shall strike from the air and shadows. You shall be the predator of the night, the ghost of nightmares, the formless force to where others shall bow to peace... if they knew where to look... As the coldly amused voice gave a soft, dark laugh, I saw the shimmering image of a great wolf silently charging the serpents, a guardian of peace fighting for a better tomorrow. At an impossible speed, the wolf charged silent and unnoticed, and giant snake heads rolled and dissolved from suddenly disintegrating bodies. The titans laughed, then flinched, then fled in boundless terror as the wolf began slashing open their necks and hearts.

You shall turn shadow on the shadowed. You shall turn fear on those who prey on the fearful. You will be the covert force that will rend everything these titans hold dear.

The wolf dived down towards the Earth, and at that same moment, I felt the blockade breaking, the sudden sensation of plunging through a vast void...

.................................................. ....

< Hey, sleepyhead! > A female voice called out cheerfully. < Come on, it’s a bright day! >

Oh no! Minerva’s voice, in my room now? Did she see me in my nightmare? Did she see what I promised to keep hidden?

< Get up, I tell you! Get up already! > A lighthearted laugh filled the room as I felt my body hovering off the bed... I quickly focused a counter-telekinetic push to place me back on the bed.

I suppressed a desire to choke her. How would you like having nightmares every night? I spat out irately towards her brain. How could I protect my people if I couldn’t even control myself?

Her tone became more serious immediately as her soft telepathic voice rang in my head. I know they are painful... You wish you never had to suffer them. What really hurts you... is your vulnerability. You fear not being able to protect... those you care for. I was about to object, but what use is any attempt to hide knowledge from Uxie’s sight? She would see my vulnerability, and so much more...

If she saw my thoughts, though, they were ignored. Anyway, that nightmare was a blessing in disguise once again. Look below you, my friend...

It was only then that I felt what was now a broken pen. A thick piece of construction paper was sprawled out on my side, on the edge of the down bed. It seemed that some kind of incredibly intricate design for a plane was carved on there... It looked like a stealth bomber in design, but there were critical differences there that I never mentioned, or even thought of, before.

Then my heart took a sudden leap in shock. On the top of the page, “THE ASTRAL WOLF” was printed in large, harsh letters - honestly not my handwriting... The dream came back to me in one sudden flash again.

While you were in your nightmare, your hands were wriggling around, as if looking for something to write... So I retrieved the materials from my invention tower, gave them to you, and... you seemed in a kind of trance.

I knew the rest of what happened - just a classic case of automatic writing. But still, it held my interest, and I would be able to investigate the other technologies before I leave...

The short walk seemed like it took no time at all, and soon we were in a hidden underground laboratory.

< Hey, Reginald, Susan, Agnes, Chris! > I heard her call to her scientist friends. I continued - after all, I had to check the projects to make sure they were running normally. After a few minutes, I find myself in a room with a large supercomputer, with several dozen Alakazams and Porygon2 hooked up to the device, offering additional input.

“A new frontier in information warfare. With this, my dreams shall come true.” I heard the booming voice of Trahern say to himself in what seemed to be a room unoccupied by other scientists. Walking up to him...

“What is it, Gyanden? Have you come to check on the Prometheus Virus?” He said coolly, turning around to face me. A revolutionary new form of computer virus, which Trahern invented himself, with my assistance in it’s organization and Minerva’s persuasion to obtain funding. An expansion on Silph Company’s Porygon program, adapted to viruses. A plague that can think, learn, and adapt. A sentient, intelligent virus capable of evolution.

“I wouldn’t think that it has reached sentience yet...” I remarked with a twinge of curiosity.

“We are not even close. But it’s already showing the basics of learning. Already our normal firewalls and anti-virus programs are finding it quite hard to block Prometheus. But, of course, they’re not smart, are they?” He gave a chuckle at this point.

“So if you give your defenses AI, then they would also be able to challenge an intelligent virus...”

“Precisely.” Trahern agreed. “So I plan on making our defenses intelligent, and letting them challenge Prometheus. He will learn and grow strong. Then he will be used to challenge enemy computers. So others are building devices of war as we speak.” He waved his hand dismissively before continuing. “We are too, and they are insignificant next to the ability to control the flow of knowledge.”

“And of technology.” I responded. I knew that if we could also take over opponent technology or render it useless, they would have no chance of opposing us. So reliant have we become on our different devices today that we would quite quickly die out without them. Hence came the concept of my third major design in progress...

“If we destroy, disable, or take over the opponent’s technology, they will be weakened beyond any effective resistance.”

“Yes. How’s the EMP project?”

“Right now, my scientists are trying to find ways to penetrate or bypass the different defenses against EMP - not that there are that many, because it’s seldom used. Others are looking for ways to focus the blast, enhance the explosion, increase distance for those missiles...”

“Thanks for the update. Let me get back to work.”

I left, going out of the same secret tunnel, finding myself on the side of a hidden area of the Goldenrod Subway. Up behind a store, blend in with the crowd, and they would never know of the covert laboratory just a few hundred feet away from them...

Everything that I’m working for so far seems safe. Goldenrod is thriving, my unit has grown very well, and my projects are growing steadily. Looking up at the noon sun, I realize that my mission is about to begin. What is it? Go back to my homeland, of all places, and go on what would informally be considered a treasure hunt. Find survivors and useful information, they say... But I know that’s not the reason. It’s those rumors that have been going around of ancient technology, some kind of device - or several of them - that are supposed to grant someone great power... They sent out search teams to other regions already, but Hoenn remains relatively virgin territory, along with the Orange Islands, having repelled most because of Task Subjugate.

But that is about to change. I already have the mission, and I am to gather a small group of people to conduct research in this hostile land. There are quite a few important places there - the Cave of Origin, Mount Pyre, Meteor Falls, even rumored ancient chambers of legends - and they might hold connections to these rumors. The power to change the world and bring peace...

I’m prepared to take up the challenge to find it.


Astral Wolf - 3.33% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 4% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 4% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Scott, I used your group first lol. *Steals and runs away, laughing crazily, then falls off a cliff.* X__x...BTW SD, don't forget Name, Location, and Team at the top of your posts ^^.

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IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Haas (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
En Route to Spear Pillar, Sinnoh

The others returned within ten minutes and we boarded The Emerald Skywolf. Josh went through the mandatory checklist as he started up the bird, and a few minutes later we were off. I waved to Williams as we rose into the air, and Josh angled the copter towards the direction of Sinnoh. I sighed a little as I settled in my seat, wishing I'd kept my supplies with me. I could have worked on my medicine while we flew to Sinnoh, which would be a somewhat lengthy flight. Ah well. I snorted and withdrew my PDA, sending Kovo a short message asking him to have someone work on my medicine, or do it himself if he couldn't find anyone qualified enough.

After that I settled back and looked at the others. Schro's eyes were closed; he was taking a nap, which didn't seem like a bad idea. I realized with a start that I was tired as well, but it wasn't all that surprising. I'd been running around without rest for nearly fifteen hours now. After the slight madness on Trovita, I was more than ready to get some shuteye. The four other men coming with us were all humans who'd been given air tanks, all of which held exactly an hour's worth of fresh air. The copter had been stocked with several replacement tanks in case the mission went to sh*t and we were stuck in Sinnoh for more than an hour.

Sinnoh. I thought I should have some strong feelings about the place, but I felt strangely indifferent about it. After all, they were the region who nuked The Orange Islands and Hoenn. They were responsible for the deaths and horrid mutations of millions, including my mother. And Sinnoh was were I became a Hybrid. I remembered how shocked I had been at first. I'd quickly adjusted, because that was just how I was, but it had still been a hell of a surprise to wake up and find I was no longer a mere human.

I shook my head and cut off the flow of memories. We were on our way to a mission, one which might turn out for the worst. There was no time for the past, not now. Maybe not ever. The past is the past, after all, and no amount of mourning or wishing would ever change what has gone. Still...without remembering the past, we forget what it is we work for, what goals we want to achieve in the future. To forget or ignore the past is to deny loved ones or good times that have passed on. It was a fine, fine line, to be sure. Too much or too little and you'd go spiraling into an existence of extremes.

I closed my eyes as these thoughts and others tumbled through my mind, and within minutes I was asleep.


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Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 6/25
Metabolism Drug 6/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 6/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 6/25
~~~

OOC: Short post ;_;...

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Solar Deoxys, you need your character’s name, team name, and location on the top of every post.

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
45 Newfront Street, Sunyshore City, Sinnoh

He was pathetic. Weak, afraid, meek… anything and everything I hated in any living creature. The Bellossom Hybrid just wriggled there, a sorry display of shame that I would have sooner killed myself than let myself degenerate into. He would serve only one purpose for me. I wanted to have… no… I needed to have those implants! This idiot would never understand the higher mission of Team Aqua, even if I told him.

“Where are the implants!?” I demanded from him, sticking the magnum in his frightened face, “Don’t waste my time!”

He sat there, groveling. He nervously looked from side to side, and then looked back up at me.

“I… I only have one.” He told me, “I… I was going to give it… to Larry. Trust me, I… I don’t even want it! It’s such a dark and… ohhh…”

“Damn it, give me a straight answer!” I shouted again at him, “Where the hell is it?”

He showed a slight amount of resistance, and then looked over to his closet. I looked in the same direction, and I noticed the cabinet doors were slightly ajar. I didn’t know who this Larry schmuck was, but he might as well be dead to me. I had a feeling these implants were going to become more of a curse to Farco than a benefit. Regardless, they would all be in our hands soon enough.

“I-Its in a lockbox.” He told me, still nervous, “But only L-Larry has the key. If you d-didn’t find t-that key, you’re never g-going to open it.”

“I lied.” I laughed at him, “I don’t know where Larry is, but I didn’t kill him. I simply found his phone, nothing more. And if you don’t think I can break that open, you obviously don’t know me well enough.”

“L-Larry is… still alive?” He asked.

“Possibly.” I replied, “Unlike you.”

I then squeezed the trigger, and the Desert Eagle blasted a bullet right through his head. It was a clear through and through, spraying green blood out the back of his head all over the floor. He was lucky his head didn’t explode. His lifeless body fell backward and the green blood continued to ooze outward and pool around his dead body. I needed him dead. I knew the chances of him connecting us to Team Aqua were low, but it could still be done. If Raidon Makoto would wear this implant, it could be connected with him. Now, there was nothing. And I knew my next move would be to burn down this entire apartment as well.

I then proceeded to the closet, threw aside the clothes and found the lockbox the Hybrid had been talking about. I was just about to try and pick it when Shelly stopped me.

“Neo, the masks only have 45 minutes left before the filter’s dead.” Shelly told me, letting me know we were already running severely low on time, “I was gonna to tell ya earlier, but we’ve already come so far…”

“Damn it.” I muttered under my breath, “There’s no time to set a charge then. Let’s just do this quickly and get the hell out of here.”

I quickly brought out Flareon’s Pokéball, and released Flareon from it. If there was no time to set anything, I could do this the old fashioned way.

“Flareon, use Flamethrower on the corpse, the bed, and the closet.” I told him, knowing the fire would spread on its own, “We don’t have a whole lot of time.”

“Flare!” He shouted, unleashing a massive torrent of consuming flames upon the bedroom.

They were spreading quickly, so I returned Flareon to his Pokéball, and then moved with Shelly to the fire escape. If we hurried, we could still make it out of Sinnoh and not become Hybrids. Meanwhile, I kept the lockbox in hand, noticing that it did feel heavy. When I shook it, I could hear a metallic sound and some jingling. It was a good sign, but there was no time to pick the lock on that either. At least not until we made it back to the helicopter.

As we rushed down the metallic stairs and moved through the streets, we tried our best to keep a low profile. I would have liked to set fire to the apartment while we were a distance away, but there was no telling who we were anyway. The streets were quiet as we rushed our way back to the chopper. I wasn’t about to phone everyone at Aqua to tell them we could possibly have an implant. I wanted to see if this really was what I was thinking it would be.

I checked my AquaCom, and noticed they were beginning the Digital Defense 5 Layer firewall, named DD5 for short. The DD5 documents had a few details to deter the electronic infiltration of hackers, but I honestly didn’t understand all the processes and jargon they were using. I did physical break-ins, not electronic. Meanwhile, the CDPA weapon was showing significant advancement, but there was still a lot of developmental work that needed to be completed first. The Behemoth Railguns were also showing additional progress, even though we didn’t have an enemy yet to use them on. Still, intimidation was its own weapon, and I was sure these would cause plenty of it.

The Leviathan Torpedo System was an essential of undersea combat, and it was already nearly a quarter completed. And our first submarine, the AMS Underwater Sunlight, was showing significant progress. I closed the AquaCom with a smile, knowing how much power and might was unfolding before our eyes and into our hands.

This was just one beginning among many new beginnings to come…

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In Progress

DD5 Network Firewall – 5% Complete (5% Per Post] [25 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 60% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 52% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 24% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 25% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Haha, now I'm pulling a Neo ^^. Also, I'm not sure exactly where Sinnoh is in regards to Johto, so I might be off about direction in my post. I dunno lol. If anyone knows please tell me so I can edit accordingly.

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IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Haas (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
En Route to Spear Pillar, Sinnoh

I was prodded awake by one of the human men with us. We were flying over Sinnoh, and I blinked as cheery sunlight shone into my eyes as I peeled them open with a yawn.

"Sleep vell, Fuhrer?" Schro asked, and I nodded as I stretched. I felt much more refreshed than I had as I sat up, glancing over at Josh.

"Where are we?"

"Currently, we're over Sunnyshore. We'll be at the Spear Pillar within twenty minutes."

I nodded silently as we flew on, wondering what we would find when we reached our destination. No one spoke as the minutes ticked by, and soon I saw the mountain peak jabbing into the sky in the distance. The closer we got, the more intense my feeling of dread started becoming. I rubbed my arms as Josh started taking us down, looking for a place to land.

"All right men," I said, facing the humans sitting across from me. "Suit up and be ready to move out. I'm sure Williams already told you, but I'll be in command of this. Redfield and Haas are my seconds-in-command. If something happens to me, they'll take charge of the mission. Understood?" The men nodded as they started preparing their air tanks and masks. I smiled as I watched them work with precise efficiency. They might be young, but they'd been trained well.

Soon Josh was landing the bird on a flat expanse of rock. There were giant heaps of rubble all around us, and a few yards to the front there was a sudden drop. If any of us slipped from that...I didn't like to think about it as the copter landed with a slight jarring. Josh powered the bird down and shut her off, and the lot of us piled out onto the mountain peak.

"All right, spread out and search for clues," I said. "But be careful! Keep one another in sight and don't get too close to the edges. If anyone finds something don't disturb it! Instead let me know so I can come inspect it. Everyone ready?" Heads bobbed and I clapped my hands together. "Right then! And remember, unless you're like Redfield here and don't care about becoming a Hybrid, keep an eye on your air tanks and come exchange them if you have to."

We moved out after that, the seven of us splitting up and heading in different directions. There wasn't very much space to search, since our landing spot was only about a mile long and half that wide, but there was plenty of rubble and several caves that needed to be checked. We'd search the caves after we were done looking out in the open.


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Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 7/25
Metabolism Drug 7/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 7/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 7/25
~~~

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: Just reference this map (http://www.serebii.net/pokearth/) when it comes to region locations, TT.

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
En Route to Sevii Islands

We had eventually reached the chopper, and I wasn’t crazy about the fact Shelly told me we only had fifteen minutes remaining on the filter. She was honest when she told me it was very possible we might not make it out of this as humans. Still, she started up the chopper as soon as she could, and we were off. Tempted, I tried breathing slower, not really sure if that would make a difference.

Shelly took the absolute fastest route out of Sinnoh as possible, heading directly south. I put aside the lockbox and decided to focus on it later. I knew Shelly was going to tell me we’d also run the risk of running out of fuel this way, but I didn’t care. A pickup was only a call away if that happened. But becoming a Hybrid was something I couldn’t change at all.

“We… might jus’ make it.” Shelly told me, “But barely. Hold ya’ll breath, it might make the difference…”

The chopper hurried on, and eventually, we passed out of Sinnoh. I wasn’t sure if or when we were out of the clear, but I stuck with her advice. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten about that. Still, even if we both became Hybrids out of this mess, it was worth it if there really was an implant in that box.

One more minute passed, and Shelly gave me the signal.

“Take it off.” She told me, taking off hers, “Ain’t gonna make no difference now.”

I did, but I still feel the need to hold my breath. And then, something came to mind. Shelly started breathing normally again, but I decided to slide open the door, and let the air out first. I wasn’t sure this would make any bit of difference, but I was thinking the Sinnoh contaminated air might still have been contained in the chopper, enough to the point where we would be taking enough CDPA with us.

“Oh damn it!” Shelly screamed.

Damn, sometimes I hate it when I’m right…

Fresh air was blowing wildly through the chopper at that moment, while I noticed Shelly was in fact suddenly growing black fur and Umbreon ears at a wild rate. She was also losing control of the chopper at the same time.

“Neo!” She screamed, doubling over out of the pilot’s seat, “Get… do somethin’…!”

I couldn’t pilot this damn machine for the life of me, but I could at least keep it up in the air until Shelly got a hold of herself. I grabbed the clutch and pulled it up, trying to keep both sides balanced. Meanwhile, I saw Shelly transforming out of the corner of my eye. Umbreon Hybrid, without a doubt. Her black skin was now matted with dark fur, and she had both the yellow-striped ears and tail of an Umbreon, along with the red eyes and yellow ring on her forehead along with it. Meanwhile, regardless of how gutsy she was, she was still going through an emotional tantrum. I was taking special note of this for many reasons…

“Damn it!” She shouted, pounding her fists against the wall of the chopper, “Mother of god, what the hell!! We were almost there! Son of a betch!”

I then gasped, knowing I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. As I was breathing hard now to catch up, I knew that if there was any CDPA left in this aircraft, I figured I was going to end up very much like her very soon. Still, even though my heart was racing, I knew I could very much be doubling over like her any second now. And knowing my luck, it was quite possible.

But the seconds passed and there was nothing. I had some difficulty controlling the chopper, and it was rocking from side to side as I tried to keep it balanced. I eventually got the hand of it, but there was no way in the planet I was thinking of landing this thing without training.

“I don’t freakin’ get it!” Shelly shouted, still very distraught, “How the hell did I become a Hybrid and you didn’t!?”

“There was still CDPA contained in the chopper itself.” I told her, giving her the reason why I aired it out once our filters were exhausted, “That’s why I opened the doors. If you waited a few more seconds before breathing, it might not have happened.”

“I swear to god.” Shelly spat, incredibly pissed off at that moment, “Son… of… a… betch! I swear! Who the hell did I piss off to deserve this!?”

Normally I didn’t see Shelly get this temperamental. As I saw before me, CDPA transformation was not a lighthearted issue. It was definitely a weapon indeed. If people saw this all around them, all chaos was ensure. I was thinking it could take Shelly days to get over this fact.

“Neo, ya can’t fly this damn thing, hand me the clutch.” Shelly demanded.

I stepped aside, and knew she would be very pissy for the next few days. She would constantly wish to go back in time and redo her steps to avoid becoming a Hybrid. Or she would keep losing sleep over the fact if she just waited a few more seconds, it never would have happened. That’s the way it always worked. Victories were short lived, and tragedies lingered on for years. She knew as much as I did that there was no cure for CDPA, and there likely wouldn’t be.

I decided to get to work on that lockbox, and it seemed like Larry, or whoever the hell got this box was very careful. The lock was small and very intricate, and it needed some of my finer and more intricate tools to unlock. Meanwhile, the jouncing from the helicopter ride didn’t help either. If I couldn’t get it open now, it would definitely be easier once we landed. After trying twice and breaking one of my picks in the process, I decided to wait on it.

Hopefully this nonsense was worth it, because I knew Shelly would start killing things if she found out this was all for nothing…

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In Progress

DD5 Network Firewall – 10% Complete (5% Per Post] [25 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 64% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 56% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 28% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 30% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Thanks Neo ^^. I'll bookmark that so I can use it in the future.

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IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Haas (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Spear Pillar, Sinnoh

We searched for several minutes with no success, and I was quickly feeling more and more uneasy about the situation. It was almost like the jet had just up and vanished or something. Of course, the lack of any clues could mean the jet didn't go silent over Spear Pillar, but might have in some other location. We'd been flying too high for any of us to spot a wreckage or anything similar as we'd flown over Sinnoh, and I cursed under my breath for not having thought of the possibility.

Then one of the men shouted something I couldn't understand, and I whirled around to see him running into one of the caves. I cursed again, louder this time, and rushed over to the cave even as the sounds of screaming and gunfire came from it. A roar rung out, and I uttered another oath as I drew my katana.

"What's going on?!" I screamed, but the man in the cave was too busy shrieking to hear or answer me. Josh and the others joined me and the group of us sprinted towards the cave. Schro easily kept up, but Josh and the others were soon left behind as we came to the mouth of the cave. The man's screaming rose to a crazed pitch, then was cut off as a wet snapping noise echoed around us. I growled softly and Schro hissed as we pressed on, moving slowly so our eyes could adjust to the gloom of the place.

Then I saw a pinkish blur go tearing by, leaving a red trail behind it. I crouched, studying the trail and discovering it was hot blood. Human blood...Schro hissed again as I stood and turned, growling louder as I saw the large shape exit the cave. Outside I heard Josh shouting, "Holy damn!" and a series of roars, which was soon drowned out by gunfire. Schro and I cautiously moved towards the mouth of the cave, not wanting to get hit by stray gunshots.

Then the air around the thing started blurring, and suddenly it vanished! The gunfire stopped a moment later and Schro and I hurried to get out of the cave before it started again. The men looked shocked and Josh looked angry as hell. We joined the others as the men looked around anxiously, gripping their guns tightly.

"What was that?" I asked.

"A Parukia Hybrid! A ******* Parukia Hybrid!" Josh answered sharply. "And...sh*t! It was holding Lucas! Or what was left of him..."

"It was just his head and shoulders!" one of the other men blurted, beginning to shake fiercely. "It was just his head and f*cking shoulders! Jesus Christ! What did it do to him? Christ!" I resisted the urge to snort. Head and Shoulders...it was a horrible thing to find funny, but in dire times the mind works in strange ways to keep itself from going mad with fear. Normally. It didn't seem to be working for this poor fellow.

"Get a grip!" I said, keeping my voice soft. "So it was a Parukia Hybrid? That means it must have some powers over Space, which is obvious because of the fact that it just vanished. It probably teleported somewhere..."

"We shot the crap out of it!" the soldier blathered. "And Lucas had to have hit it when he shot at it too! Why didn't it fall?! Why..."

"Get a grip!" I said, roaring the words this time. It worked; the young man flinched, but fell silent. He shook his head a little and seemed to compose himself some. I nodded and went on. "Maybe it created a shield or something. Who knows? I think we know what happened to our silent jet...I'll bet this Hybrid teleported them somewhere or something. As it stands, this Hybrid seems to have gone mad, so I doubt we'll be able to ask them what happened."

"What do we do now?" one of the other men asked. I sighed and glanced at Josh, who shook his head angrily and looked away, then Schro. The catboy shrugged a little, his ears flattening against his skull in a submissive manner. I ran a clawed hand through my hair, which was down at the moment, and turned back to the men.

"We get the hell out of here," I answered. "This Hybrid obviously doesn't want any company, and as it is we don't have any effective way of fighting it. I wish we could get them back to Johto, but somehow I don't think it's possible." I waved to The Emerald Skywolf, and at that exact moment a large, pink scythe of glittering energy smashed into the bird. I yelped, Schro hissed, Josh cursed, and the three other humans screamed as the copter was blasted to pieces.

Just. Effing. Wonderful.

I looked up as another roar sounded out and saw the Parukia Hybrid about five yards above us. It was a male, or so it appeared to be, though it was hard to tell. The Hybrid's skin was pale pink and their hair was long and white, hanging to their knees. A long tail and wing-like appendages grew from its back. It's clothes were tattered and hid its build, but it looked painfully skinny from where I was standing. Fierce golden eyes burned with madness as the Hybrid hovered above us, gripping the head of Lucas in its right hand.

"Intruders!" it screamed in a voice that could be male or female, then threw the head at me. I easily dodged it as I took a stance, sucking in a deep breath as Josh and the others started firing on it again. A moment later I released a Dragonbreath attack; the glittering yellow energy screamed towards my target and collided with its face. The Hybrid screamed as it fell from the air and hit the ground a moment later.

"It must have some specially modified shield to guard against bullets!" I yelled at the others. "If you have Pokemon let them out! Schro, blast that thing with a Screech and distract it so we have time to regroup!" I heard the sounds of several Pokemon being released as Schro leapt forward, releasing a high-pitched scream that would leave the Parukia Hybrid dazed for a few seconds. I reached into the pocket holding my PokeBalls and pulled out the ones holding JadeWing, Vicious, and Kokoi. With flashes of light and loud cracks, the Dragonite, Aerodactyl, and Froslass appeared before me.

<What's going on?> Kokoi asked as she floated around, cocking her head at the grounded Parukia Hybrid. The blue crystals on the ice Ghost's head pulsed with soft blue light.

<We need to take out that Hybrid,> I said. JadeWing nodded and shifted her bulk as Vicious let out a screech and flew into the air. I watched the Aerodactyl go and turned to face the Pokemon of the men. <All right you guys, hit that Hybrid and hit it hard! I know this is against what we normally do, but this thing is mad and it'd be best to end its misery. Not only that, it's a threat to the general population. I'm surprised we haven't heard anything about it before now.>

<It might be staying here,> JadeWing suggested. I shrugged.

<We have reason to believe it's responsible for the disappearance of another jet,> I said. <Even if it is staying here, it's a threat to anyone who might come here.> Then I looked past the Pokemon to the three nervous-looking humans behind them.

<They have the standard one-hour tanks?> Kokoi asked softly, and I nodded slowly.

<The replacement tanks were in the copter,> I replied. <There's no way we're going to take this thing out and get out of Sinnoh airspace before their supply runs out. They'll most likely be returning home as Hybrids.>

<Maybe the CDPA didn't reach this kind of altitude,> JadeWing said. <If we fly high enough going back, maybe they won't be exposed?>

<The only problem is we don't know how high is safe,> I answered with a sigh. <Too high and the air becomes too thin to breathe. If any of them were to pass out and fall off, they might fall into contaminated air. Too low and it doesn't matter either way.>

At that moment the Parukia Hybrid started groaning and shifting, only to get blasted by a Hyper Beam from Vicious the next second. That was the cue for us to stop gabbing and worry about the main problem at hand.

"Let's do this thing!" Josh shouted as the battle began...


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Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 8/25
Metabolism Drug 8/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 8/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 8/25
~~~

[Dr Scott]

OOC: Sorry, I didn’t see :P. I didn’t even know people read my posts …I might have actually put in a little effort on the name if I did

Vance Gray
Graffiti
En Route to Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Boring transport

“This is taking so much longer than I thought,” Sol muttered, running a hand through one of the pink streaks in her hair. She had had it recently re-dyed, and so the streaks were as bright as they ever were, making her look much more of a pop star of some sort than a mechanic and serial killer.

“Can’t be helped,” Vance replied, moving uncomfortably in his seat. The hard metal of the benches were covered by a small amount of padding, but were still far from comfortable. The PACK had more comfortable transport planes in their hangars, but these were too large and were far less quick to deploy. They were also created and used for non-combat situations, like taking the higher-ups in the PACK squadron to a Graffiti meeting.

They had been traveling over the water for quite a while now, witnessing boats floating over the seas every once in a while. These ships ranged from military craft patrolling different borders or going about missions to simple civilian transport ships sending people to knew, and hopefully better, destinations. ‘They are moving towards a new land in hopes of fulfilling their dreams, while I’m moving towards zombie infested lands in hopes of fulfilling someone else’s dreams. There’s just something so wrong about that,’ Vance thought as his glance went from the water to the air, wishing that he was flying himself instead of riding in an uncomfortable ship.

“With the world in wack,” Sol said, breaking Vance from his reverie, “I wonder what has happened to the legendary Pokémon of the world.” Turning as best as she was able on the hard bench, the girl looked at her companion with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling as she did.

“It’s hard to say,” the gray-eyed man said as he seriously thought about the question, “but I would say that only those in the Orange Islands and Hoenn have moved too much. Since they like to live in secluded spots its likely that they weren’t affected at all, though I have heard that some have come out of hiding out of plain curiosity; some in hopes of helping out those in need and others out of confusion with the hybrids. It will probably take a while before things are back to what they used to be.”

“So we could, like, maybe see a legendary while we’re out and about? Maybe Mew could come and help us out!” She clapped her hands together in her excitement, drawing the glances of the others in the cramped craft. They knew all about her, of course, but that didn’t mean that they were totally used to her personality. It was odd for anyone who didn’t hang around her a lot; it was hard to understood how someone so dark could act so cheerful. It obviously wasn’t an act as well, no one would be able to fake themselves quite that well.

“It’s possible,” Vance replied, inwardly sighing. There was, of course, little to no chance that that would actually happen, but there was no way he would ruin someone’s dream. His own dream was to befriend and become the trainer for a flying type legendary. Any of them would due, from Latios to Ho-oh, it would be awesome any way.

“I don’t know,” a random soldier across from the two had said, “I don’t think they’ll show their faces until this whole mess with the zombies is sorted. They didn’t trust us to begin with, I highly doubt this would change things.”

The dark haired twenty-ish year-old shook his head, “that’s true, but they are probably more than a little curious of the humans that suddenly have Pokémon blood as well. Pokémon are drawn to them, and the hybrids can even speak the Pokémon language. Really, it’s not much of a disease, it would actually be a huge help to tra-.”

The conversation was cut off by an announcement across the ship’s loudspeaker, “eta 10 minutes to our destination. All hands are to brace for landing and then immediately ready themselves for battle.”

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 7/20
HK-71 plans: 7/30
NU Sea Turtle: 5/20
Special Explosives: 2/10

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Private Airfield, Lilycove City, Hoenn

Yuki stuck his swords into the ground, and leaned against them as he took a breather. They had literally been fighting for hours by now, and no matter how invincible he was, Yuki Akagane was still human. If there was one thing that the Horde could be praised for, it was for the tireless and relentless assault, as though they had the intelligence to realise that as long as their enemies - or perhaps they thought of all living things as food rather than adversaries - were alive, they had their limits. Anything that was capable of thought was also capable of perceiving fatigue, even if the only sign of it was the incessant screaming of overstretched muscles.

That said, Yuki thought as he drew one of his two swords from the concrete runway and returned to the battle, there was no way that anyone who was still alive would willingly trade their minds for something as base as a clockwork eternity, forever shambling on without end. Zombies had no minds to speak of, and as such, their impulses were simple to understand. They had not grasped the face that they were dead yet, and so sought to stay alive by eating the only thing they could keep down, and that was raw human flesh. Perhaps they thought that eating a full and whole human being would restore what they had lost, or perhaps it was just an instinctual drive that was to them what the urge to live and reproduce were to living things.

The warrior's mind continued to wander, his arms and legs guided by sheer rote of fending off so many hundreds of similar enemies. All their faces were twisted in very much the same way, they had scratched and torn at themselves and each other in very much the same way, and they ran and jumped in all very much the same way. An infection like this should have been more random, more chaotic, and yet there was an order in their movements, much like a medieval army marching forth shoulder to shoulder, scattering to their own fights only when the melee started. Perhaps 'Legion' would have been a better name for them than 'Horde'. After all, a Horde was by sheer definition, incapable of seeing merely one target in their eyes, incapable of fighting in such a self-sacrificial manner. A Horde was wild men bound by one leader, one ideal. This amalgamation of undeath had no leader nor ideal except an urge to feed.

Task Subjugate, what a horrendous world it had wrought, allowing such things to rise. It was not just humans too, Pokemon had not fared any better, and Yuki was thankful that powerful Pokemon were never found near cities, because there was no way he could be expected to take down a tireless zombie Metagross or the like without at least some injuries on his side. At least as things were now, with their only threats being human nails and teeth, there was no real chance of them being infected, especially since such weak things as humans all broke before the hides of Yuki's Pokemon. There was no person born yet who could so much as hurt a Rhyperior or Skamory unarmed, and there would never be.

One thing to be thankful for at least. Yuki then made a mental note never to walk into any caves in Hoenn without at least a small army behind him. Hundreds of zombie Onix was nothing to scoff at, and even his Pokemon could only take on so many before giving out. The gulf of the physical abilities of humans and Pokemon was vast indeed, and it was one Yuki had no intention of trying to cross right now.

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 8/15

Marisa Vermillion
Etherlight Industries Complex, Lilycove City, Hoenn

Marisa had reached the Weapons Research and Development Sector that she was supposed to be at, and had left quite the body count on the way. There was no small number of zombies that had been sealed up in the many secure sections of the complex, what with electronic doors being mostly completely beyond them. The fact was though, that the number she had had to face thus far was nothing compared to the number that Yuki had already killed, and a mere drop in the ocean for the number he had to face even now. The zombies had been attracted to the slaughter of their own kind, as well as the smell of fresh meat and braaaaiiins, and whatever that could leave the buildings did in fact leave for the airfield outside.

"Okay, Leon, I'm here. Do you think you'll be able to extract any data from the computers if I just rip out their hard drive and bring them up? Because there's no power running to these things at all."

"Yeah, you do that. The Etherlight family had always been a careful one though, see if you can find a safe or something. There should be hard copies of any particularly important projects."

"I'll get to work then."

Marisa then sent her Pokemon to work searching for anything that resembled a safe while she and Smith got to work disassembling the computers and grabbing their hard drives. It was going to be a pain to carry everything back, but that was just how things were. Fetch and carry missions were mostly like that, and she had more than enough experience to complain. Although most of the time it was Yuki that did the fetching, while Marisa just drove the car.

"Is there a screwdriver around here?" She muttered into thin air as she pried open the CPUs with a Sharpened Porygon Z.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Combat Edition: 8/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Combat Edition: 8/25

[ID Saraibre Ryu]

OOC: If I screw up here, let me know...

Talyn Galians
Nameless
Saffron: Nameless HQ; Trainig Area

I declined Kirov's offer awhile back, I had other plans for today. Shayda kindly dismounted me, as I took a deep breath, letting all of my team out at once. Everyone was happy to be let out, Ashe, Bandit, Tydran, Fyslow, and Gemni. I clapped my hands twice, having all the Pokemon's attention drawn to me as I stood behind the door. You could say the training area looked like a closed-in League room, that was very dull, and almost monochrome if it weren't for the dirt floor. The typical lines were on the floor, and some seats were available for those waiting their turn to practice. We'd have gone outside, but that would be for tomorrow's training. Today was going to be focused on combat, and special training for Tydran and Shayda.

"Alright gus, special training is for Shayda and Tydran. Bandit and Gemni will work on semi-ground skills, and Ashe and Fyslow, all air and hovering combat. When I whistle, Datara and Fyslow will change with each other." I instructed.

Everyone nodded, acknowledging my command. "Lastly, please don't aim for the wals, or near the door, or at any other designated area. Ashe and Fylsow will take the back right corner, Datara and Bandit, the left. Tyrdan gets the centre."

Without argument, they all walked to their appointed areas, chatting amongst themselves. Tyrdan stood ready, and for a Kingdra on land, he did it pretty well. He only wobbled a bit, but his fin was there to give him balance. Shayda crawled up the wall and above the door. In one swift shot, the back of my clothes were attatched with a sticky and strong thread. I used it to climb up like a rope, and was fasted to my Ariados' back with more silky thread. I kept my limbs in as best I could, but it was hard when gravity was against you. This is how I used my stealth, it was much easier this way then previous attempts at figuring out this technique.

Shayda climbed up farther, about ten more feet until I was abot twenty to twenty-five feet away from the floor. I wasn't afraid of falling for two reasons; one, my Pokemon are smart enough to know how to break my fall, two, Shayda usually is able to web me back up. Not really a third reason, but if the other two didn't work, I knew how to fall without killing myself. I might break my arm or twist something, but I had experience.

Tydran was waiting at the bottom for his own commands. I looked over my shoulder, and saw that everyone else was waiting for me to give the start whistle. "Tydran, work on your Ice Beam, then Twister techniques, then work o skating around." I yelled from the wall.

Taking in a deep breath, I put two fingers in my mouth, and let ot a long, and very loud whistle. Some people commented on hearing it a decent way into the building, but I was just good at whistling. Tydran marked off his space with a border of ice, then proceeded to fill up the remainder of it quickly. Ashe and Fylsow had at it with the common game of, 'first one with their foot on the ground loses' game, and Bandit and Gemni were trying to act like Fighting types, using the wall to jump off of in order to boost their momentum in an attack strike. Shayda was just meant to improve her speed and endurance while carrying me. I had my veiw and perspective change constantly as I tried to keep track of everyone.

Tydran's main focus was to create a thick enough layer of ice that wouldn't break under weight, but was easy enough to bust apart with torrential winds. Once he began his Twister, the ice was meant to break apart into frozen debri, and swirl around with the foe trapped in it. Then the Kingdra would add in Hydro Pump for a finisher. Only the Ice Beam needed to be pefected. Fyslow has a similar technique with Sandstorm, but unlike the Flygon's twin sister, he didn't have a second and third attack to add, only a simple Flamethrower.


Projects:
Specialized Pokemon Training:
Shayda[Ariados]: Endurance and Speed
Tydran[Kingdra]: 'Tempest' Combonation
Post [1/3]

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

“Breaking and entering, spying, combat” Remidra listed them off. “But more recently I thought up a design, I’ve yet to sketch it but…” she trailed off.

So, no prior experience in engineering or technology? His face didn't show it, but Kirov was suddenly deeply disappointed in the Human Resources department. He would have to have a talk to Administrator Long about this. Sending people to R&D who apparantly didn't have a clue about the subject was not good management.

"Get that sketch, then," Kirov ordered. He checked his watch. It was time for his lunch break. "If you need anything else, call me." He walked off towards the cafeteria.

While eating a grilled chicken sandwich and chewing thoughtfully over a sheet of missile trajectories and extrapolated data of terminal velocities for fighter aircraft, a familiar-looking red-headed woman approached him.

"Hello, Mr. Akula," Natalie said by way of greeting, and plopped down her tray in front of his. "How goes the death research?"

Kirov swallowed his bite of chicken. "Same as usual. Some rogue walked up to me this morning with an application sheet and little, if any, prior experience in engineering."

"So you turned her away?"

Kirov shook his head. "Human Resources has to have some reason for this. I'm going to find out what it is before I do anything."

"Hmph. Oh, did you hear? Team Aqua's been commandeering Hoenn battleships."

Kirov raised an eyebrow. "And where did you learn that?"

"Satellite data. Battleships are pretty hard to miss."

"Hrm." Kirov rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Looks like the Sevii islands are going for another bid at world domination."

"You worried?"

"No. Not really. The Sevii islands far away from Kanto. I doubt they'll be taking the fight to here first. Besides, the Nameless Soldiers aren't officially affiliated with Kanto. We're an underground organization. Sometimes literally."

"A battleship could make the journey in only a few days," Natalie pointed out. "In modern times, nowhere is safe from war. Besides, what makes you think that Team Aqua will care if we're official or not? Kanto's practically collapsed, and we're the biggest employer in the region."

"Then we'll just have to hope for the best, then." Kirov finished his sandwich. "We're civilians, not military personnel. But at any rate, there's your reason for designing weapons." Kirov finished his drink and took his tray up to the conveyor belt.

Projects:
Stingray: 9/15
Volt Rifle: 9/10
Cryocopter: 9/15
Empress's Revenge: 6/20
VS5: 5/10

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Chrono Island, Sevii Islands

As I figured, Shelly was cursing up a storm. She didn’t stop swearing the entire ride, but we eventually reached home safely despite the rough landing. Personally, I felt she was overreacting, but then again, I didn’t know what it was like to turn from human to Hybrid myself. I couldn’t help but remark that for once, I had actually been quite lucky back there. Thought it seemed unlucky for Shelly. She had spent all this time keeping watch on the time we had remaining, as well as telling me when we’d probably be out of the CDPA clouds, while I had been not watching that at all and just focusing on the mission. Seemed strange it was her who became the Hybrid, and not me.

I had set off the change now, which meant the Farco building was now likely burning. I knew Shelly believed there was a treasure trove of history in there, but I could care less. No one would find anything there now, and we had got what we wanted.

I spent more time trying to bypass the lock on the lockbox, and it took me another hour off of the helicopter until I finally got it. Once I threw open the lid, inside was indeed, the very Talon of the Soul Decider. Made to be implanted on the hand and wrist, the claws at the end were sharper than surgical knives. Meanwhile, according to the legends, this very Talon would allow the one wearing it to decide whether they spend their afterlife in Murhe or Sovinto once killed by the blades. The implant itself was very intricate, made of many interlocking gold plates that could never be broken. Inside were many hooks, grapples, and needles, made to implant itself into the flesh of the wearer. A very brutal but useful device indeed. Not even the thickest armor could stop the Talon’s wrath, and to grant powers only a god could have… there would be no better weapon for Raidon Makoto.

I had put the Talon of the Soul Decider into a new steel security box with a combination lock. I wanted this box delivered to Raidon himself, but I didn’t want anyone else to peer into it out of curiosity. It wouldn’t have been the first time its happened. I then set the combination lock to 251, a symbolic number to Raidon. It was the PokéDex number of a Pokémon he wanted badly. As much as I wanted to do it for him, Raidon was going to need to do it himself if he wanted Celebi to trust him. But, I would help him anyway I could.

I then composed a message to Raidon using the AquaCom:

Master Raidon Makoto:

We were successful in our mission in Sinnoh to recover one of the ancient implants found by the Farco team. As expected, we ran into one of them ourselves. He was killed and his apartment was burned down to the ground, so nothing proves we were there. Also, the Farco building that we used to obtain this lead was also destroyed to cover our tracks. No losses were incurred, though inadvertently, Shelly came into contact with CDPA during our departure and is now an Umbreon Hybrid. There are no injuries, however. She is fine, despite some emotional trauma.

The exact implant we have obtained is the Talon of the Soul Decider, which should be coming to you soon. The combination to the lock is 251, the Pokédex number of your favorite Pokémon.

Enjoy the use of your new weapon.

~ Captain Neo Ashfield

Once the message was sent, I then wrapped the box and sent the parcel to an Aqua delivery agent. I made sure the package was marked with a very high level of priority.

Now with that settled, I checked further development on the DD5 Network firewall. The DD5 documents included were especially helpful with the updates and preparing the end users of what to expect. Meanwhile, the CDPA weapon was drawing closer and closer to completion. The more I thought about that weapon, the more I thought about Shelly. She even knew I was going to be making CDPA bombs with it, and that made her even more pissed, constantly telling me I was “going to get turned into a Hybrid anyway.” Whether she would be right or not didn’t matter. Yes, I had burnt myself with chemicals before when creating biological weapons, as well as standard explosives. I knew it didn’t take much to get turned into a Hybrid, which was both bad and good at the same time. Bad in the sense I would become one, but good in the sense that the CDPA weapon would be very effective.

Meanwhile, the Behemoth Railguns were showing serious advancement and development. The Leviathan System was about a third completed, while the Underwater Twilight was a bit over that mark as well.

We would be tasting victory soon enough…

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In Progress

DD5 Network Firewall – 15% Complete (5% Per Post] [25 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 68% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 60% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 32% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 35% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Flight. Sinnoh. Near Celestic Town


Nate couldn’t believe that he had been suckered into this. They were flying low over Sinnoh on Ditto’s back, transformed into a Garchomp. As unreasonable as it sounds, Garchomp are for some reason unable to turn their ability of flight into a weapon like other Pokemon, probably because of the massive amount of speed required to maintain flight.

“Gah!” Nate spat contemptuously as they detoured slightly to avoid flying too close to the protruding Mt. Coronet. “Neil, your spoiling my ability to ignore the peskier details of life,” he complained aloud. “Why should I care about the particulars of Garchomp flight abilities, it is of no consequence to me?”

Neil of course didn’t understand his predicament. “Isn’t it fascinating,though?” he said excitedly. “I mean to say, Garchomp happens to be the only Pokemon that has developed sustained flight without actual wings! It can’t even fly at all, if the distance is too short, it would have to double back!”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Nate protested through gritted teeth, the mask covering their face giving his voice a cliched muffled sound. “That isn’t important, Neil. Focus on the task at hand, we have to get down there and back out without incident.”

“Yes, yes,” Neil muttered in an offhand manner, waving away Nate’s concern as though it were a plague that distracted from his illusion of paradise. He was so excited and optimistic that even Nate’s usual pessimism seemed forced, lessened.

“Oh, it’s going to be a simple matter, once we get down there!” he crowed exultantly, slipping slightly as Ditto made a slightly sharp turn.

“Get out and let me pay attention!” Nate demanded, once again steadying their ride. “How are we going to get our prize if you get us killed before we even arrive?” he muttered crossly, sitting a little more rigidly than usual with contained fury.

As they neared the base of the mountains and Celestic Town, they descended rapidly, Nate gritting his teeth in anticipation. They didn’t like the Garchomp travel method as much because though it was swift, the landings were never smooth.

The curved downwards sharply, curving again at what seemed like the last second and zooming across the ground at a height of about two feet. Now came the tricky bit. As Ditto slowed, it would be forced to give up altitude, and for a while, it would be moving faster than it could run, but still touching the ground. That meant that as it slowed dramatically from the friction, whomever happened to be sitting atop the Pokemon was likely to be thrown fifty feet until the nearest obstruction ceased their motion.

Nate didn’t like that idea, and he had devised a method for their safe disembarking of their flight. It was tricky though, and required good timing. He launched Alakazam’s Pokeball from the back of Ditto, seeing the light for a brief instant before they were already past the affected area. Next came the tricky bit. Ditto swerved sharply, rotating around to face the waiting Alakazam. To keep their flight motion somewhat controlled, it was important to return Ditto to its Pokeball before their speed was reduced by friction. as soon as they were on a direct collision course with the waiting Alakazam, Nate leapt from Ditto’s back and called it to the Pokeball attached to his belt.

They slowed immediately, spreading their body out against the wind to decrease their speed faster. Then they glowed purple, slowing faster and faster, yet not descending. They crawled to a stop facing Alakazam, not two feet from the waiting Pokemon.

“When we leave, I vote we take the sea route, and ride Salamence.” Nate panted slightly, trying to calm their breathing quickly in order to prolong their clean supply of air.

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In Progress

Operation Artifact: 45% [9/20]

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "HOping Soups post today"
Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre

Mala stood there as the men inside the room stared at her. None of them looked like they even knew that Mala was even coming. Mala gave them each a smile and lean against a wall. She was proud that she was able to go under these guys noses without them knowing. That made her feel proud of herself. Mala then place her hand on a pair of pink pompoms and then winked at the closest man.

The work on Operation Fresh was still being worked on. This was no high class project nor did it needed to be one. This type of project was one that Mala thought was intresting and useful if it ever got the chance to be used. There was also work being done on the OIN Slave and Servent. Both ships were now under Orre and were well secured as much as improved.

Mala then looked around the group of people that was all looking at Mala. She had to say she was amazed that they all prefer this type of high class room. Mala then looked around again and said, "So which one of your is Shine? The big guy asked me to come see you and your little group."

Anna Aspecto says "Now we wait"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

Anna at once ran out of the way of the giant zombie. Some of the other zombies were beginning to make their way around the bigger zombie to taste some fresh flesh. Still Anna's force did just as she told them and scatter.

Anna saw that a Thunderbolt was being fired by her staryu and soon a Blizzard was the follow. Anna then lifted her two guns and began to fire. The Blizzard and the bullets were being fired at the knees of the bigger zombie.

Anna then was hit by the bluky tail of the huge zombie. She rolled on the ground and then shot several more bullets to avoid being hit by the big zombie's tail a second time and to keep the smaller zombies from coming close to her.

Anna then got up and saw that her men were doing a good job keeping the zombies away from them while using their pokemon to gain an upperhand. Anna knew that they couldn't kill the zombies because if Mala ever go wind that they killed a zombie then that would get her pissed.

Anna then saw the water type pokemon and the jynx firing the Blizzard attack. Anna at once yelled, "Get them together her in one spot! HURRY" She then looked at her Staryu and said, "Rain Dance!"

At once Staryu began to spin around and shot a blue orb into the sky. Soon clouds began to form as rain fell to the ground.

Anna's men were shooting and sending out pokemon attacks to force the zombies into a huge group.

Anna saw that the rain was on both the zombies and the ground. She then looked at the Elekid hybrid and said, "Thunderwave on the ground." She then looked at her Staryu and said, "Thunder!"

Staryu span around again and shot a huge bolt of lightning into the dark clouds above while a ligth electrical current was being shot though the puddle of water surronding the zombies. The smaller zombies were being frozen by the electrical current while the bigger zombie felt a bit displeasure. Still the Thunder attack from Staryu had came from the sky and hit the huge zombie making him mourn in pain.

"Now all pokemon that can use Icy Wind or Blizzard fire your attacks!" commanded Anna.

At once a wave of blue ice was shot at the zombies and a layer of ice was forming on them. Soon the ice built up and the zombies were frozen in a huge block of ice.

Anna sighed and said, "Well this came out ok. A combination of military and pokemon. I guess I would make Mala proud if she saw this." Anna then sat on the ground and said, "Call the others and see how they are doing."

[Lusitania]

Goldenrod City
Robert Schlakior
Cullen
Home Sweet Home
Projects:
Vaccine 5/15
Vapor Release System 2/20

People affected: Shen

Robert and Trevor were finally back where they belong, albeit the bewildered looks of a feather monster, though being with Robert, who appeared to simply gotten a really strong tan, was convince enough he was the lovable ball of body fat they knew and loved. First, Robert decided to go to the lab, and find the address, and ask for 15,000 pokedollars. A little bribing and convincing wouldn't hurt. He decided to mix up a small explosive or two at his lab, and pick up athe usual weapons he carried at all times, the ones he didn't think he would need for the mission. Ir was truly sad how wrong he was.

The Cullen building was on the other side of town, unfortunately. I told Trevor to stay here and watch the lab, and bring up any information we had on Tesk Subjugate, CDPA, or anything else in the general area. After walking for about an hour, he was finally at the tightly guarded doors of the Cullen building. After knocking and confirming his identity with a social security number, drivers liscense and American Express, he walked up to the receptionist, and very politely said," I need to talk to Mr. Donahue.

The spunky teenage girl replied, with a sense of indifference, "I'm sorry sir, but he's not in the building,"

"Well, call him, get him, at least give him a message, I need to talk to him, it urgent, and if you can get him to talk to me in the next thirty minutes, I'll try to get you a raise," I knew bribing would be needed in this mission. The receptionist, suddenly with a look of determination on her face, started typing, calling, and paging away, while I went into my wallet, and slipped a fiver into her hand.

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldier
Nameless HQ

Remidra watched him walk off, she frowned to herself. Why was she here anyway? She was much better off incapacitating people. But apparently the man in Human Recourses thought that her idea’s would be useful.

The women planted herself on the ground were she stood and pulled a sketch pad out of her bag and started drawing the Shadow Wraith design. Her hand moved fluently over the stark white paper, drawing out the more detailed design that was floating along in her mind. The only noise was the sound of her pencil scratching on the paper and the occasional drop of water the dripped from her wet hair.

Of course she knew he meant to get the sketch done soon, but not right away. She did not care, she was a rather good at drawing and coming up with strange, but great idea’s no one else would think of. Her hand finally stopped, and she held the book at arms length inspecting it. She shrugged and nodded her approval before scratching Shadow Wraith in all caps at the rig hand corner of the page,

The design was flawless. A long, sleek aircraft, black as night. It had a hooked front and ran rather smooth along it’s outside. The body was thin, barley enough room for movement, but the idea was stealth and agility, not comfort. Its wings were rather small, almost nonexistent, but large wings made it harder to maneuver, instead there was a small propeller like device at the bottom, much like a helicopter would use, but small and inevitably quieter. It was simple. She was no mechanic, but she figured it would at least show her new boss (although she was sure this was not a permanent position) she could be dedicated to something if she tried.

Remidra felt a little hot, with a sigh she realized she had not eaten in over 2 hours. She had to eat a lot, to keep herself from passing out. Although, only a few snacks between meals were needed. But she still ate more anyway, she was always hungry. And even if she wasn’t, she could still eat. She would stop by some fast-food place and satisfy her extreme need to nibble later. Now she kept herself content by opening a book. The Odyssey it was the second time she had read this. It had grasped her interest for unknown reasons. She also enjoyed the Iliad, and was surprised to find she actually understood the old-time-speak. She sat cross-legged, like a child, and wiggled her hips a bit, trying to get more comfortable on the hard ground.

She was at the part where Odysseus was telling the Phoenician’s of his horrible encounter with horrid ogre. Remidra became engrossed with Odysseus’s clever idea of getting the Cyclop’s drunk. And the sheer fact he had said his name was “Nhbody” without hesitation made Remidra respect the fabricated hero all the more. Although his vanity and pride did get in his way. Remidra’s crystal eyes continued to flitter across the pages, reading each line of poetry in turn.

Projects:
Shadow Wraith~3%

[SuperBoy]

OOC: Time for Art to get into character.

Art
Graffiti
En Route to Phenac City, Orre

Over the past few days, my mood had been different. I was more...sympathetic, and I didn't adore the feeling of that. Just yesterday, I had wiped a tear off of my face just after thinking about my parents. They weren't worth my tears nor my sympathy. Government ruined them because they were vulnerable and weak. I wouldn't fall to that same, destructive fate that befell upon them. I was much stronger than that; a born leader and savior of the world.

I didn't the "new" me into much consideration. First, I felt the emotion of sympathy, then I revealed my face to Mala Aspecto. The things I was doing...they just weren't like me at all. I preferred my previous conscience. The one that laughed at the site of crimson blood or felt no emotion. Not this sissy form of a despicable human...

So from now on, I would have to supervise myself; keep myself in line and know my rank. As of now, I was Art, the supreme leader of Orre and Graffiti. Leaders had no emotion in my eyes. Instead, they had instinct. That's what I sure had and from now on things were going to become quite serious, just like myself.

Pyrite Town the dump of Orre, the dumpster where all the low-lives resided. However, it did tend to be the nicer than The Under. The hotels were rundown and the stores and schools were filthy and disgusting. It was hard to believe that I control a place like this. Anyone would just pass it off as some "druggie village", but there were many secrets to this town. I, for one, was one of those secrets.

Like I told Mala, it was time to change the world and take it back. Anyone that tried to rival us would only be hurting themselves. As of now, government had stole what was mine and Graffiti's, and they deserved a rightful punishment; but only after we took the world back successfully. The first step would undoubtedly be the announcement of my ultimatum toward government. In order to avoid my punishment, they would have to rid of their power one-by-one. Next, they would have to submit to our cause and support us in everything we did. And until they did this, I would torture one person a day, forcing them to move with wicked haste. As for now, I needed to broadcast it, and Phenac City would be the perfect place to do it.

Slowly, I unlatched a silver Pokeball from the left side of my auburn belt, throwing it at the ground and watching as a glow of red light formed my Pidgeot. Pidgeot wasn't one of my strongest Pokemon, but he did have his advantages. Speed was his primary attribute and something he excelled at. Knowing that, I knew we would reach the Phenac City broadcasting center in no time.

<The time is near.> I told Pidgeot, climbing onto his golden, feathery back. <Take me to Phenac City. I have an announcement to make that will shock the world.>

Pidgeot nodded and began to ascend higher and higher into the sky, making Pyrite Town seem like decreasing spec.

<Understood. Let's do it.> Pidgeot replied.

Right now the world was in a state of depression and struggle. However, after my big announcement all throughout the land, the world would go on into an everlasting shock. Some unlucky people were about to receive the worst form of torture in their lives...

...and it would all be done of Graffiti's part...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 6/25



Shine
Graffiti Assassination Team
Zone Hotel, Pyrite Town

Drugs and tattoos were highly addicting. Whenever I smelled the scent of a newly lit cigarette, I always found my way to it. On the other hand, whenever a tattoo parlor came into view, you could bet that I'd be in there. It's stupid stuff like this that makes the person that I am. But then again, I'm one of Graffiti's finest; so with that said, I guess all that jazz isn't that stupid after all. Just addicting...

As usual, Gladys catching up on her beauty sleep, always complaining that she's too tired to do what she has to do. She was my second-in-command, captain toward Kero-Kahs. I was the Alpha and she was the Beta. She was hella' skilled too; no one could match up to her skill.

I needn't even mention the others because they all had that personal flair to them. They were solid and solo. They understand that we worked together on missions, but outside of them, they were themselves. They had lives and so did I. We lived under an oath, Graffiti's oath, and lived for one man: Art.

Yesterday was a hectic day, completing the obstacles all day long in the training center. We knew the art of Parkour, and so did art. Not only that, but we had mastered Capolera and Judo. We knew how to defend ourselves, and torture others. In conclusion, we weren't necessarily an assassination team, but a torture crew. We lived for torture and honor among force.

"Shine...someone's here to see ya'..." Marlyn mumbled, throwing his pillow back over his head so that he could back to sleep. "It's one of Art's friends..."

Art didn't have friends. He had cohorts and accomplices. Connections were murderous. Anyone could betray you at any moment. This was undoubtedly one of Graffiti's members. I stepped out of my private room in the Zone hotel penthouse, if this room could even be called that, and focused my view upon the lady.

Mala Aspecto...

I immediately caught that vibe and I had observed her in videos prior to our crew beginning. Art never cared about watching her, but I did. She was highly skilled and extremely dangerous, and now...I was able to meet her.

"Your skill makes me wonder..." I whispered, lighting a cigarette. "Why do you use it to follow a man like Art? I'm sure we all agree that I should be the one leading Graffiti now don't you?"

One day it would happen; the day that I would lead Graffiti; the day when Art would finally believe in "trust" and give me the title.

"Why show your face now? What's goin' on? Art got you doin' a mission?"

I then lifted the cigarette and put the end of it in my mouth, peering out the window. Looking at the sky, I noticed a man flying on his Pidgeot going South. Undoubtedly, it was Art. That mean that Mala's presence here was a mission.

I awaited for her to speak...

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Engineering Facility, Nameless HQ




Zane put on his welders mask and began melting he joints of the Mercenary together. By now he had finished most everything. He only had to einforce the bottom with rubber so it can be dropped from Carriers onto land. Right now he was focusing on the controls, making sure the wires attached to the chain guns were connected correctly, making sure the steering mechanism was connected to the Solar Energy Tank.

When he took off his welders mask his body was black with oil. He took his hankerchief and wiped his face with it. As soon as he did it, Charlotte and Martha walked in the door. They ran up to him and knocked him over, as usually. He could barely move from the weight of the girls hugging him. When they finally got off, he sked if they could help him with the Mercenary. They happily agreed and they began to get to work.




Projects
Mercenary [7/15]
NOTE: The number of people working on my project is how much it is getting done.

[Solar Deoxys]

OOC: For the rest of the Cullens, up to five projects can be worked on at once! Get creative and think up awesome technology so we can kick some butt! If you are working on less then five projects, you can help another Cullen with theirs by putting their project under your list and advancing it by one post.

For Neo Pikachu, I did put them up there while writing it in WordPerfect, but I realize that I put it in the wrong area. I’ll make the edit right away, and make sure to double check in the future.

IC:
Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Goldenrod City, Johto

But I had about two hours left before I had to report to Goldenrod Central Command, 143 minutes, to be precise. I knew that this was a good chance to possibly confirm the research on two other projects I had in mind, twin projects really, who together would certainly give us the edge when it came to humans and pokemon themselves...

Passing through the throngs of people, labyrinth of streets, and many distractions in this great metropolis, I quickly find myself in front of what seems to be an abandoned factory. An “under renovation” sign is plastered on a decaying iron fence, it’s forbidding spikes, cracked and broken windows on eroded brown brick, and the gateway standing ajar on a field of weeds and dust.

Going inside without incident - for it’s ghost guardians had a way of distracting the attention of unwanted visitors and sightseers - I calmly pass through a trio of Haunter, walking in front of a Mismagius that seemed to have been waiting for me. Without a word, her ethereal form hovers over a floor and passes through a section of the dusty floor, a place I knew from many walks over to be a trapdoor. Going through it, the corridor suddenly changes from a dirty, degenerated building to a clean, whitewashed passway with metal tiles and walls.

Before I know it, I find myself in front of a large chamber, seemingly filled with many small to moderate size construction machines. A person coming here would laugh at the irony... if they didn’t know that this was both a trap and diversion.

“Gyanden, nice to see you here!” A jolly, friendly voice cried out of a hidden voicebox, it’s voice echoing off the machines. “Come to say goodbye to your friends before your oh-so-epic quest?”

I had to laugh in amusement at him. Our director was quite the amusing man indeed. But whoever said that I was here to give my farewells? I just wanted to check on my other projects here.

“Sorry, no. I don’t have the time.” I reply quickly - only 115 minutes left. “I need to check on our new bioweapon.”

“Of course. You know where to go. Adela will make sure you feel like a spaceman! Oh, those old days...” He chuckles again, and a mechanized steel-titanium trapdoor opens up just a few feet in front of me, the low grinding of metal sounding through the chamber once again. A long haired brunette in a space suit hands me a biosafety level four suit on entering, points towards the dressing room, and you can guess the rest. In about 15 minutes, I found myself in the complex itself.

The sight of the highest level chamber, once I got through the airlock, was simultaneously awe-inspiring and horrifying. On one side were Chimchars, Mankeys, and Aipoms, bleeding from their orifices, their faces contorted in pain, sealed bags of bloody vomit and diarrhea on the floor, a few with rapidly melting ice packs over their heads and many wires, all exhausted and many on the verge of a gruesome death. On the other side lay several chemical vats, secured cages holding many different pokemon or zombies in various stages and forms of transformation, all types of lesser lifeforms being injected and observed to analyze the effects of the zombie plague. I could feel my rapid breathing through the oxygen tank...

But despite my anxiety, I was able to reach the end part quite easily, after several eye identifying machines, of course. Here, several large circular petri dishes stood in the center, with Miltanks contained in cages on the left side, again in various stages of infection. Many other pokemon are contained on the right side, spores falling down several of them as I watch.

The head scientist of this project, a short, wiry man in grey hair, seems to give me a cold smile, his icy eyes glowing with amusement at the sights around him...

“So, Gyanden... You have come to check on your - well, mine now, technically - anthrax lab? What did you come here for? Are you here to observe our experiment -“ at this, he gives a cold chuckle - “or is it the technical details that interest you?”

I feel shivers as I answer him. He enjoys this a bit too much - but I keep him around because he is extremely efficient at his work, and we need that against anyone who would try to tear the world apart. “I want to know about any mutations in the strains you’re altering and the progress on the vaccine for our new bioweapon.” I quickly respond, wanting to get this over with. His eyes seem to give off that malicious glow again upon answering...

“Our friend has been showing some improvements... We managed to reduce the incubation period by about 5% so far and make it a bit more resistant to antibiotics, but don’t expect results overnight. Your vaccine has been keeping up with the disease, but it can only progress as fast as the pathogen it’s trying to fight. Now please do not disturb me further.”

I felt all too happy to leave the lab, get back in my normal clothes, and breathe fresh air again. Quickly getting that experience behind me, I call out my Dragonite and take a short flight above the city. After I calmed down, I descended towards Goldenrod Central Command, determined to begin my mission...

But it still troubled me. Evil in our own yard. And we had to make a proverbial pact with the devil scientist, knowing that he’s the best one for the job. But I learned that sometimes it is necessary to indulge in the same darkness we are trying to fight...


Astral Wolf - 6.66% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 8% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 8% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Strain - 4% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Vaccine - 4% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Silver lining

“Duck, damn it!” Vance heard someone shout, and as soon as he did he ducked down to the ground. A second after he did bullets flew over his head and a low moan suddenly sounded in his ear before stopping abruptly. There was no time to stop and thank the man for saving his life from the zombie, because a trio of zombies were now shambling towards him. Hopping backwards away from the slow moving creatures the man shouted an order in the near invisible microphone planted near his mouth, and after a very short while a small speck flew past and after a few series of swipes the three zombies fell down to the ground, various parts of their bodies cut off.

“Thanks, Ninjask,” the gray-eyed man mumbled as his eyes cast out across the large runway. They had landed without too much problems, but as soon as they had set up a defensive perimeter around the two ships they were attacked by a wave of fast moving zombies. They had wiped out this first attack force without too much difficulty.

After a while the main force separated into two separate forces: one to defend the transports, which was their way out. The other was to move onwards towards the military base. Now without cover and missing half of their forces the group was moving much slower and having a much harder time; even though they hadn’t yet lost anyone yet they had only been fighting the slower moving zombies, the ones who hadn’t been fast enough to make it to them when their transports landed. That meant, of course, that there were still the specialized zombies waiting for them, hunting them like mindless prey.

As if to punctuate this statement there was suddenly a scream and then another, and after that complete chaos. Three Hunters jumped onto some of the men who were lagging behind, watching the group’s back. One of the men died instantly, landing on a hard rock and busting his head open when the creature jumped on top of him. Another died soon after, his throat torn out before anyone could come and save him. The third was luckier, however, as his assailant’s head was shot off before it could do any last damage.

‘Damn, already?’ Vance had time to think before a tongue suddenly shot out of nowhere. He would have been grabbed by the barbed appendage if it wasn’t for the last second reflect sent up by Mr. Mime, the tongue instead bouncing harmlessly off. The creature was killed a second later by Ninjask, cut up into shreds a few seconds before the others even saw it and shot it a few times. The smoke from the creature hid the second tongue that came out, and it wrapped itself around the throat of the man that had saved Vash minutes before.

Aiming randomly into the smoke Vance shot randomly, wasting a whole clip as he fired, screaming the whole time. Thankfully killing a zombie that he couldn’t even see wasn’t a problem for his psyche, and all he felt was a relief when he saw the tongue fall to the ground and twitch once while a new plume of smoke rose up.

“Stay close and watch each other!” Colonel Sanders yelled over the sounds of the bullets, and the PACK quickly moved together. They had done their research, and knew that the way to beat these zombies was to stick together, the second someone tried to go random they would die.

This seemed to work much better, as they were able to kill any of the special zombies that came their way before they were able to do any lasting damage, moving slow so they could spot the large lumbering Boomers before moving close enough for them to do any damage. Given that it was still light out and the area was open it wasn’t too hard to spot the creatures before they attacked, and so even the giant Tank was killed by a hail of gunfire before it could get close enough to do any damage.

Before too long they were in eyeshot of the large base in the middle of the islands. Even though Mossdeep, Sootopolis and Evergrande each had a good naval base and a decent airport it was the base in the middle of Sootopolis that was a complete mystery. It was half hidden in the surrounding cliffs, and the only way that Graffiti even knew it was there was because of their informant.

The base was only recognizable because the missiles had blown apart part of the cliffs that had once blocked Sootopolis from the outside. The group slowly made their way towards the structure, happy to have the shelter up ahead and the knowledge that soon their goal might be complete and they could go home.

Their walk soon turned into a run, as a throng of undead suddenly bounded the corner, the remnants of a now dead town. Three Tanks bustled from the front, pushing the regular zombies out of the way as they made a beeline for their food. This wasn’t top on Vance’s mind, however, as he was busy thinking up new and intricate fighter designs that could someday prove to be the new military of the future.

“Crap, not now,” the young man muttered as he joined the others in firing randomly into the mob of enemies, “I don’t want to have to bother with this now!” He couldn’t stop the flood now that the dam was down, however, and soon his head was filled with a variety of different ideas, one in particular taking root in his mind. He shook his black-haired head as he filed one of the ideas away, only able to remember one from his episodes, saving it for when he could actually do something about it.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 8/20
HK-71 plans: 8/30
NU Sea Turtle: 6/20
Special Explosives: 3/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 1/?

[Lord Celebi]

Purple Twilight I
En Route to AMS Deathwing

En route to the Deathwing to inspect the status of our new acquisitions, my PDA beeped. Using the light of the rising sun, I grabbed the PDA from my inner pocket in my trenchcoat. It was a message from Neo Ashfield, one of my most trusted agents. I read the first sentence, as my jaw dropped in amazement.

Master Raidon Makoto:

We were successful in our mission in Sinnoh to recover one of the ancient implants found by the Farco team. As expected, we ran into one of them ourselves. He was killed and his apartment was burned down to the ground, so nothing proves we were there. Also, the Farco building that we used to obtain this lead was also destroyed to cover our tracks. No losses were incurred, though inadvertently, Shelly came into contact with CDPA during our departure and is now an Umbreon Hybrid. There are no injuries, however. She is fine, despite some emotional trauma.

The exact implant we have obtained is the Talon of the Soul Decider, which should be coming to you soon. The combination to the lock is 251, the Pokédex number of your favorite Pokémon.

Enjoy the use of your new weapon.

~ Captain Neo Ashfield

Picking up my jaw from the floor of the jet, I quickly typed back to Neo, my PDA shaking in my hands from excitement.

Neo!

I can't fricking believe it! Using this implement, the world will fall to my... no, our knees. I'd promote you, but you already hold the highest rank within Aqua, besides myself. ;)

Tell Shelly, however, that she has been transferred over to the Order of the Gear because of her excellent service. She'll still work for you though.

-Supreme Field Commander Makoto

I pressed the 'SEND' button, as the e-mail went out. I then checked the RSS Feed from the Aqua Corps of Engineers on the projects with my special interest. The Sevii Supply Tunnels were 80% complete. The Leviathan was 32% completed, and the Underwater Sunlight was 35% complete. A new project was the AMS Underwater Twilight, a sub for only my use.

Finally, a message from Tiantus appeared, mentioning something about initiating Project PHANTASM. I vaguely recalled what PHANTASM was, but I was never sure we'd ever get around to it. I'd see him about it once I got to the Deathwing...

Projects
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 80% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 32% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 35% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Underwater Twilight - 16% (6% Per Post) [15 Posts]

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Watch'in Smallville. HOping Soups post again"
Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre

Stuff that Mala was having people to work on was still being worked on stuff. Some of those things were the things being worked on for OIN Slave and Servent. Then there was the work on Operation Fresh.

Whispers could be heard from many membesr of the Kero-Kahs. Mala smiled as she saw that it seems like these people were intrested in her. Mala guess that was expected since she just popped out of nowhere and made these people face her like this.

Soon a man that was tattooed from what Mala could see stood before her. He was coming out of what was a room that was part of the penthouse. He had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Mala.

Mala looked at this man and wonder what was up with everybody so close to Art were all tattooed up. Mala had no idea why they were like this but one thing for certain was that she was never going to deface her body with tattoos. It just made it harder for Mala to do what she does.

Shine then began to spoke to Mala, "Your skill makes me wonder..." There was then a pause to light up a cigarette before countinuing "Why do you use it to follow a man like Art? I'm sure we all agree that I should be the one leading Graffiti now don't you?"

Mala tilted her head and thought about the question for a minute. Mala wonder why she would join a person like Art. Mala then tilted her head a bit more and listen to Shine talk some more.

"Why show your face now? What's goin' on? Art got you doin' a mission?" asked Shine bluntly.

Mala began to smile and then showed her teeth. She then began to laugh and with one quick leap she was able to jump over a tattooed person and then found herself a few feet before Shine.

Mala then said, "WHy is a good question! Why why why!" Mala then spun on the ball of her left foot and said, "Why do this. Why do that. Why this. WHy that. The question that is better asked is 'Why not?' Why not this? Why not that? Why not do this? I so don't know why." Mala then stopped spinning and said, "But why not use a my skill to help Art? It just more fun this way. Seeing everything fall like this is just too much fun." Mala then place her hand on the side of Shine's face and said, "Still if you have a better idea then I am all for it when it is going to go down."

Mala then got on her tip toes and took a few steps back. She then turned around and said, "Still why am I here?" Mala then turned around and looked at Shine. She then place her hands on a pink pompom and said, "Yeah. You are right. I am here because Arty-kun wanted me to do a mission. I be up front about it too. He wants me to watch over you guys, do some things and report to him about how you guys do. If you want I can give you word by word of what Arty-kun wanted me to do with you and your friends Shiny-kun." Mala then paused and began to spin around a few times. She then stopped and began to repeat what Art said to her about Shine and the Kero-Kahs, "I need you to observe Kero-Kahs. They are an elite assassination group ready for real missions. Take them with you. Let them fight with you, and when you're done, bring them back to Phenac City. Provide me with results so I may know if they're are ready or not for that project...”

Mala then tilted her head and with a smile she said, "The leader of the group is Shine, Graffiti's best assassin and swordsman. If you have any questions or concerns, forward them to Shine.”

Mala then began to move as if she was in a ballet and sat on the top of a couch. Mala then said, "So yeah. That is why I am here. So what are you guys going to do? Because really I have no idea what to do really. Well I have ideas but really no idea." She then laughed.

Anna Aspecto says "Now watching Batman Tech"
Graffiti
Kumquat Island, Orange Islands

"So the ships are almost ready?" asked Anna though a radio. SHe was talking on a secure network that Sean had made for Mala and her team which included Sean and Anna.

"Yes Anna. We are almost done here." said a person on the other end.

ANna nodded and then said, "OK. I got it. We are going to be over there soon with some zombies we just got. Make sure the cargo bay will be able to handle them. We got a lot of them." Anna was looking at the zombies which was more then what they expected. It seems like the the Blizzard attack caught a lot of zombies nearby.

"Ok. Yes Anna." said the person.

Anna then switch the call to Sean and said, "So what is up?"

"NOthing much. How is the right hand of The CHEERLEADERS?" asked Sean. There was several clicks on the other side.

"Using that name? I thought Mala was kidding about that name for our group." said Anna. She then sighed and guess that it was something Mala would think of it. Some groups inside Graffiti had names like The PACK but Mala named her group The CHEERLEADERS. It was a long acronm that was impossible to remember.

Anna sigh and said, "So what is new for us?" SHe was now on the grounds of the navy base.

"We will see. Mala is the one that decides that. I am just looking at things." said Sean. There was more clicks and soon Sean said, "Later."

"Later." Anna then walked towards the docks with her haul.

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Goldenrod City, Johto

I hoped I never had to return to my homeland. Once it was a place of thriving life, bustling economy, and exquisite beauty. Now it must be the closest sight to the fabled Murhe that an unfortunate mortal eye would see, a land of perversions and corruptions. Yet I knew, maybe logically, maybe intuitively... great power laid dormant there, waiting for someone to awaken it.

And I intend to find and master it. There’s usually a grain of truth in even the wildest rumors. After all, humans were once much more closely connected to the supernatural, once more attuned to powers and states of existence normally beyond their own. Would it be of any surprise that someone found a means to master them? I may just be justifying an action I already decided on long ago, but I’m sure there’s something out there.

I have the green light from GCC, and I selected a group of elite hybrids that worked well with me and reconnaissance missions in the past. I kept an eye out for potent pairings, strengths and weaknesses, specialities, and overall personality, and I think - think - that I made the right choice. I couldn’t endanger the mission with a hothead, selfish fool, or a soulless psychopath after all, nor could I let anyone untrained go out into such a harsh land.

But I still felt alone. The two people I considered worthy of my friendship would have to stay behind to tend to other affairs in Johto. I know we can speak by telepathy and keep communication open across even great distances, but I will still miss them and my true home. Still, I had a duty to justice and prosperity, and those go above my own personal desires.

“Hey, Gyanden...?” A somewhat hesitant female voice asks me, who I remember being someone called Elena, a historian with a PHD in ancient history, specializing in primordial cultures and civilizations. Looking up to find what appears to be a thin, brown haired Gardevoir hybrid, she asks me to snap out of my reverie. Others were not so gentle - a bulky Poliwrath hybrid gruffled and said that he was about to spray a hydro pump at my face, while an athletic looking Ninjask hybrid seemed ready to fire a screech attack, causing a delicate looking Blissey hybrid to quickly use a heal bell to calm him down. Many of my old acquaintances were here - I saw some changes on all levels - and I took a bit of time to become familiar with them again. After all, it’s best to make sure the group understands each other and gets along well.

Bringing out a detailed map of the Hoenn region, I plan a strategy for our exploration. Elena told me many details about mysterious structures in that region, from fables involving homes for ancient constructs of rock, ice, and steel, several caves in mountains and under the sea that were built to house deities of nature, a tower built by ancients to house what she thought to be one of their greatest gods, a giant tree made out of stone and crystal to preserve another legend and long extinct beings, and two great temples on mountains that they built to venerate the primal forces of life and death themselves.

The ancients, according to her, had a very strong influence on Hoenn during their time. They were highly religious and spiritual, masters of construction on a large scale, and seemed to have a culture that rotated around legends. Here, they literally worshiped Rayquaza, Groudon, Kyogre, and Mew. As guardians and servants for their gods, they constructed Regirock, Regice, and Registeel as what seemed to be ancient robots with powers equal to a lesser legend. This region was rich in ancient culture - I was sure that we could find some of their technology there.

As she finished her lecture, I realized where I wanted to go first... Drawing down a path on a larger map with a pencil, planning out several routes with stops at islands and coral reefs along the way, I made my decision.

“We’re leaving for Sky Pillar within the hour! Ready your supplies and prepare your mounts!”

A general note of interest went up on this - many of them must have realized the potential for hidden treasure, an exploration of a lifetime, or simply the chance to do something great for The Cullen. Of course, I made sure not to choose anyone too selfish, but my judgement could well be off...

24 minutes later, my allies and I were climbing over Goldenrod on their fliers, or moving unassisted through the air. My Dragonite gave a contented sigh as she once again tasted the sweet air and the aura of virtue radiating from my party. Some were cheering, many talking, others looking around in alert silence or silently contemplating their next move.

As the coast of Hoenn vanished in a massive gust of slipstream wind, I released my hands, knowing that the flight harness would protect me, and embraced the cheer among my group...

I am on the journey of a lifetime, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.


Astral Wolf - 10% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 12% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 12% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Strain - 8% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Vaccine - 8% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[SuperBoy]

OOC: I'll post for Art later.

Shine
Graffiti Torture Crew
Zone Hotel, Pyrite Town


Her voice was like a time pattern; it kept on going, never stopping. After a bit, it was annoying, almost frustrating, but I wasn't going to tell her that to her face flat out. That would be rude and obnoxious on my part for telling the truth. Lying was beneficial either, but heck, it got you out of certain situations.

"Why is a good question! Why why why!" Mala screamed, now becoming sarcastic. "Why do this. Why do that. Why this. WHy that. The question that is better asked is 'Why not?' Why not this? Why not that? Why not do this? I so don't know why."

As she was blabbering, she was spinning...like an idiotic, lifeless top. Yes, those children play things...

"But why not use a my skill to help Art? It just more fun this way. Seeing everything fall like this is just too much fun." Mala continued.

Now, she was trying to make sense. Either that, or getting on my nerves. Either way, it was aggravating and I was now highly irritated. At the moment, I wanted to shut her up, more like tossing her out of the window.

She then began to repeat the mission instructions, word for word...GETTING ON MY LAST NERVES! As if Art didn't aggravate me enough already. Torture perhaps? Yeah, torture would work. No, I would only look desperate if I tortured her.

"So yeah. That is why I am here. So what are you guys going to do? Because really I have no idea what to do really. Well I have ideas but really no idea." She asked.

Now that she had finished blabbering, I grabbed my cigarette and tossed it onto Marlyn, watching him as he jumped with fury and put out the bud.

"You talk...a lot." I said, wiping my forehead. "What do you mean what do we do? Take me with you. Kero-Kahs can handle themselves. However, I suppose it would be...enjoyable to hang around with you for a bit."

Kero-Kahs didn't need to come. Together, Mala and I could create a massive amount of destruction, but with that mindless talking habit, I wasn't so sure. I chuckled at the thought.

"Why are we still here? Let's get up and go, Aspecto." I commanded.

Time wasn't an issue, but waiting and doing nothing was.


-----------------
The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 7/25

[Lord Celebi]

AMS Deathwing, Naval Rock
Sevii Islands

I rushed to land my personal jet, as I slowed down the engines, and the friction of the Deathwing's landing pad stopped the Twilight in its tracks. Smiling, I hopped out of the cockpit, and into the Navigations Room.

"Where's my box?" I asked the technicians.

"Med-Bay has it. They saw pictures of it from Shelly, and the thing looks grisly. They want to make sure its safe before you use it," The technician said to me. I thanked him, and went down the stairs. After passing by a couple of hallways, I arrived at the Medical Bay, where the box was waiting for me. Sick and hurt Aquas were around me, not too many. Most of them were injured in training accidents or had contracted a serious flu and had to be quarantined.

I put in the numbers 2, 5, and 1, the number of Celebi, the legendary Pokemon that I desire so. The box popped open with a satisfying "CLICK" as I saw the gauntlet inside. The outside was... amazing. It shined with a golden sheen I had never seen before. The gauntlet extended to the fingers, which had five talons where the fingers went. It was engraved with several Kian'Zal symbols. Apparently, the symbols were depictions of those who had owned the artifact. I'd have Tiantus engrave my visage into this with a laser later.

I then flipped it over. All manner of sharp spikes, syringes, bone manipulation tools, and hooks were on it, "Damn," I said.

"Damn is right," Doctor Hauz said to me. He walked over to me, supporting himself on his cane, "We're concerned about your safety... That looks incredibly painful," he said with a half-smile, then resumed to sulk.

"Ah, it can't be that bad," I said, "I've been shot before."

"Suit yourself," Hauz said. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a prescription bottle. He put two white pills into his hands and gave them to me, "Take these so you don't pass out."

"Pssh," I said, as I grabbed the Talon and slapped it onto my arm. I felt the Talon begin to work, as all of the spikes had injected themsleves into me. Once I had thought to the worst was over, the bone manipulators began to stretch the bone. I cried, "Holy f*cking piece of f*cking sh*t motherf*cker!" As I snatched the two Vicodin from Hauz's hand and downed them both.

It didn't help. I stuck my free hand into his pocket, grabbing the prescription bottle, and dumping the rest of it into my mouth. It was about an eighth of the bottle, but it damn well better stop the pain. I continued to feel the horrible pain, as it moved and fused with my bones until I went numb all over my body.

"Ah, the Vicodin's working," I said, passing out from a Vicodin overdose...

Projects
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[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Chrono Island, Sevii Islands

I got a surprising reaction from Shelly. I knew she had been traumatized by the fact she had become a Hybrid when she was literally a breath away from escaping it. But after a few hours of letting her be and working on the current developing projects we had in the works, she came to me with a strange look in her mysterious, new red eyes.

“Got ‘nuther lead, Neo.” She told me, throwing some journal in my face while I was sitting down at my desk, “Let’s do it.”

I was surprised, looking at her strangely for a moment, and then looked at this new thing she decided to toss at me.

It was another journal, no different from the rest of them. I shrugged and decided to look through it. However, as soon as I flipped open the cover, several photographs fell out, and landed on my lap. I picked them up, and they seemed to be group shots of Farco’s team taken in front of the historic Kian’Zal locations. I looked through them, knowing they wouldn’t help us too much, but the later ones were interesting. They seemed to be of a new location, what looked like a Farco safehouse. However, there was no address.

I put the photographs aside, but then Shelly stopped me. She pointed to one in particular, a group shot of three males and two females smiling as they stood on a balcony, overlooking a city. I took a closer look and recognized it as Pastoria City, Sinnoh.

“You’re looking for a needle in a haystack, Shelly.” I told her, knowing this was a serious long shot, “Plus I’m surprised you want to head back into Sinnoh. I thought you’d hate that place by now.”

“I talked to Seaust.” She told me, “Look at the picture again. See the Liberty Monument an’ the Johnson Memorial Hospital in the background? And take a look toward the center of the photograph. Ya’ll see the Bridgedale Center.”

“So?” I shrugged, not really seeing what this was adding up to.

She then slapped a map in front of me, and I quickly recognized it as an overhead view of Pastoria City. Several things were highlighted, and I could recognize Seaust’s handwriting. From what I could tell from the map, Seaust used those three landmarks and calculated the distance from each other in the photograph to use as reference points on the map. Then, by bringing it to scale, he was able to trace the exact point at which those three buildings would be in that formation at that distance. The Terrance Roloson Building was the one he seemed to have highlighted, and it was the one Shelly was pointing to.

“He thinks it’s either the fifteenth or the sixteenth floor.” Shelly smiled wickedly, “I swear, the man is a god with computers.”

“Hell, I’ll say.” I replied, totally amazed he managed to calculate that, “So, that’s where you want to start?”

“Yes!” Shelly exclaimed excitedly, “Come on, I love harassin’ these Farco bastards. Plus, hell, its Sinnoh and I’m already a Hybrid. Don’t need to worry about that now, do I?”

I could see what she was implying. When I looked at her, I regarded her eyes with the same cool, calculating thought she was thinking at the moment.

“You’re still pissed you became a Hybrid and I didn’t.” I told her, knowing what this was adding up to, “Face it, Shelly, that wasn’t my fault.”

“Hell yes, it was ya fault!” She shouted at me, suddenly turning with rage, “Why the hell didn’t ya tell me there could still be CDPA in the chopper? I’m not a lab rat like ya'll are, Neo! I don’t know these things for god’s sake! If it wasn’t for me, ya'd be one too. Ya know that and I know that! We ran out of time because ya had to take the long way in!”

“Shut up for a minute!” I told her bitterly, “Hey, we got the implant, didn’t we? Yeah, we could have busted into that bastard’s apartment, but he could have gone running off like a little girl, and taken the damn implant with him! What then!? That could have lead to yet another damn chase and hell, we would have run the risk of never getting it! Instead, we got it, Raidon will have it in his hands soon enough, and we made out okay. You know that worked out pretty well, but it sure as hell could have turn into something worse. Damn, listen to me, Shelly. You’re making an optimist out of me and I can’t even believe it.”

She was pissed, but she was settling down for a minute, probably realizing I was right about this. She knew her place. She knew it right from the start, but she had to go and start all this, probably hoping I’d feel bad for her rather than sticking it in her face that this was not in my hands.

I looked back down at the map referencing Seaust had drawn out. Shelly was right though. This was seriously a good lead. Getting all of these implants to Raidon would be a tricky task, but if we put our minds to it, we could do it before anyone else did.

“So do you want to do this or not?” I asked her, looking at her if she was still up for going through with this mission.

“Yes…” She muttered, not as excited as before, “Yeah, let’s do it. But try not to be such a jerk, Neo. I know its hard for ya, but if ya were to actually think 'bout how I felt…”

“I know how you feel.” I told her, “Look, let’s put this crap behind us and start over. We dwell on this crap and we’re never going to get anywhere with this. Now come on. That’s a damn nice lead you have there and I know you’re not about to waste it. Let’s go.”

She managed to smile again, and I just sighed in relief. Once more, into the heat…

I then got a message on the AquaCom, and when I looked at it, I smiled when it had Raidon Makoto’s name as the sender.

Neo!

I can't fricking believe it! Using this implement, the world will fall to my... no, our knees. I'd promote you, but you already hold the highest rank within Aqua, besides myself. ;)

Tell Shelly, however, that she has been transferred over to the Order of the Gear because of her excellent service. She'll still work for you though.

-Supreme Field Commander Makoto

It was rare that words made me grin, but I could not help but flash a wicked smile at this. This was clear, living proof that we were growing closer and closer to ultimate victory. And anyone else would be damned if they tried to stop us. Literally...

I tapped Shelly on the shoulder, and showed her the message. She smiled a bit at the beginning, and then quite a lot when she saw she got promoted to the Order of the Gear.

“Hot damn!” Shelly shouted, totally in a rapture at reading that, “That… for once, is good news. Seriously good news.”

Meanwhile, I knew it would be some time before the CDPA weapon was prepared and ready. It left plenty of ample time to follow this additional lead. And hopefully, the search would be just as successful as last time.

The dawn of Aqua’s reign was swiftly approaching. And like the rise of the sun, there was nothing anyone could do to stop it…

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[zinachu]

OoC:Ugh short post, but I don't have a lot of time.
Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- En Route to Veilstone City

Rapidfire sped across the treetops with amazing agility. I closed my eyes as the wind whipped around my face and tossed my hair around. My thin, wispy tail was also being whipped around by the forceful winds.

<Mistress, what was it you needed to get in this city? You never told us,> the huge fire dragon growled in his deep voice. I sighed and stroked his leathery skin; Nightflare was flat on his back, her ears laid flat against her head in annoyance. She hated flying so much.

<I’m looking for clues on an ancient artifact, the Feet of the Indigo Lynx. This artifact could greatly enhance my abilities, I got a lead that’s taken me to Veilstone and there’s a Farco building there as well. I think it might contain something on what I’m looking for,> I said, pleasurably thinking about the amazing speed I could receive from these strange artifacts. Of course I had no idea how the implants were actually put on, but I think I could manage.

I just hope I got to them before someone else did.

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Crazy people talk a lot"
Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre


"You talk...a lot. What do you mean what do we do? Take me with you. Kero-Kahs can handle themselves. However, I suppose it would be...enjoyable to hang around with you for a bit." said Shine as he wipped his head.

Mala tilted her head a bit and guess that Shine was finding Mala intresting. Mala knew that she talked a lot but really that how she was. She knew that sometimes ANna would get upset and Sean said that she was crazy after five minutes of talking to her for the first time.

"Why are we still here? Let's get up and go, Aspecto." said Shine as he was ready to go.

Mala nodded and looked at the men they were leaving behind. She then said, "Good bye guys! And lady!" She then turned around and lead the way out of Zone Hotel.

Mala then looked at SHine and guess that this was a serious man. She sighed and wonder why there were so many serious men. These type of people were strange to her. Serious people rarely smile. They see things as being bad most of the time and are show nothing to pain. Mala then smiled and towards the exit of Zone Hotel.

There were so many things going on at the moment. There was the work that the OIN Slave and Servent were undergoing. Both things that once belong to Orange Island Navy but now were going to be used for Orre and Graffiti. Another thing being worked on was Operation Fresh which involved the work that Anna was doing while in Orange Islands.

Mala then took out a pokeball and released her Charizard. She then looked at her charizard and smiled. SHe then said, "Char. We are going to Gateon Port. Ok?" She then tilted her head and said to Shine, "So you got a flying type pokemon or something? Got to go flying to meet up with my group. The CHEERLEADERS. Got to meet up with them and see what our next plan." Mala then put on a mask to keep her safe from the CDPA gas that was all over Gateon Port.

Anna Aspecto says "Now watching Batman Tech"
Graffiti
En Route to Gateon POrt

Both the OIN Foe and OIN Prey were now under Graffiti's control. The massive ships were going to be reworked and be used for whatever Graffiti and Mala wanted. THe OIN Foe had some jets on it and it was now theirs to use.

At once Anna pulled out a radio and said, "Hey, Mala. Going to head to Gateon. Got some good stuff. HOpe you have some sort of plan to do something soon."

Anna then fell into the captain's seat inside the navigations room and began to take deep breaths. Today was a hard day for her. She at once place a gas mask to be protected from the CDPA

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Lilycove City, Hoenn

Atop the roof of Lilycove International Airport, the winds whipped fiercely against my skin, as though a foreboding voice urging us to turn back. The helicopter’s blades had succumbed to a state of ominous stillness, and the rest of the group eased cautiously out of the craft, stepping firmly onto the tarmac of the roof. Nobody spoke. Gray clouds shifted and swirled high above, as though agitated, casting a dim haze down onto the ground.

The pilot, Claudia, shuffled ahead, poised in a soldier’s stance, her hands clutching some sort of machine gun, hell if I’d know the make or model. She was clothed in a stealthy black suit, a shielded helmet protecting her face. Glancing down at my little black dress, I felt completely underdressed. She jerked toward the only door that would lead down into the inside of the airport, and the squad repositioned itself, falling into place behind her. I clumsily scrambled to duck behind Lionel, and he slipped me a small black item. My eyes practically bulged when I recognized it as a pistol, but he simply whispered, “It’s not hard. Pull the trigger and hope you hit.” He winked, then followed Claudia.

She gripped the doorknob, counted to three, then threw it open, revealing a dank, dark staircase beyond. I squinted to see into the gloom, but fell back in shock as I heard the gurgling inhuman scream come rocketing up the stairwell. In seconds, the creature leapt forth, arms flailing wildly in the air. The zombie’s pale, torn skin peeled back to reveal rotting flesh beneath. A disfigured mouth gaped open, housing a set of barbed teeth, and sparse clumps of hair fell into its empty eyes. A shabby suit clung loosely to its starved frame.

“Get back!” Claudia bellowed, blinding me with an abrupt flash from her weapon. A sharp crack of fire and a groan later, the zombie lay at her feet, six bullet holes drilled into his chest. Nobody had time to feel any sort of relief, however, for suddenly a chorus of hissing spiraled up the stairwell, and we stepped back, watching as a wave of the undead poured forth, as though Hell itself had spat them forth, rejecting them. This time, there was no word of warning from Claudia, but instead, the band of soldiers blasted their weapons, and the air was filled with the steady rumble of bullet barrage. Blood splattered forward from every wound, decorating the floor, and their bodies jerked awkwardly as their chests and heads absorbed the shots. However, no matter how many corpses fell, they continued to flow through, their never-ending shrieks and hisses droning on. I simply cowered behind Lionel’s bulky barrier, watching with horrified eyes at the bloodbath.

“Fall back!” a soldier whose name I didn’t know demanded. He had extracted an oval-shaped object from the vest clinging to his chest and swiped it quickly across his teeth, yanking off some metal piece. He lobbed it into the advancing swarm and it hit the ground with a soft clanking. I had just begun to wonder what its effect would be when the air was split by the ringing explosion of the grenade. Limbs were tossed in all directions, and I stifled a scream as a scabbed foot brushed across my shoulder in its journey over the edge of the building.

“Go, go, go!” I didn’t wait to see who had commanded us to move; I just ran. We ducked into the stairwell, and I hung onto Lionel’s hand in the darkness, whimpering quietly as he led us down onto the next level. A door swung open to disclose the top floor of the airport. The room spread on for what seemed like miles in all directions. Even in the murky light, the tiles glistened gleaming white. The two walls parallel to one another were comprised completely of glass, as to divulge the planes outside to waiting passengers. I almost laughed when I thought of the “passengers” that used this airport nowadays.

Various desks and podiums dotted the floor, and I scurried tentatively along with the rest of the group, fearing what could be hiding behind them. I pressed the cold steel of the pistol to my chest, certain that I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to use it.

Our footsteps echoed around the cavernous room as we flew toward the escalators, which had, as expected, been arrested in their movement when the power had been cut off God knows how long ago. I had just stepped foot onto the one facing downward when I heard a spine tingling sound.

I stopped dead in my tracks. A woman was crying.

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[Charbok]

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing

I could feel it's effects weakening. The virus was coming to a close in it's infection stage. Next was the testing phase, one that I looked forward too very much. Having super-human speed, strength, and regeneration would be something that could come in very handy in battles and missions I would have to perform.

I sat up, realizing I had somehow transfered myself from my floor to my bed in the time that I had passed out.

"I must have been passed out longer than I thought." I said to myself, glancing around the room to be sure I was alone. It was quiet, and I looked out the window over the gloomy seas to realize it was nighttime. I yawned, stretched and got out of bed. My hiatus from duty had been far long enough.

I walked into the other room, feeling much more comfortable with myself, and grabbed my jacket off of the chair I had set it on. After a quick check to make sure every lab item was accounted for, I made my way out the door.

I nearly left before realizing that I didn't have my sunglasses; something that was very rare. I stopped near the mirror to check and see if maybe I was mistaken, and then noticed something.

My eyes, rather than the regular subtle blue-gray they once were, were not red. A deep, rich blood red, with splashes of orange near the pupil. My pupils were not normal either; they were slits going up and down, rather than the normal round circles. This was a side effect I had not observed, and one that could cause some potential issues with this experiment getting out. I pondered for a moment why this might have happened, and what I could do about it, but there was no use thinking about it now. I wanted to see how much my infected body could handle during the process.

After a moment of looking, I found my sunglasses, put them on, and headed out the door to see how my body would fare if I got a little bit of exercise.

Infection: 74%

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
En Route to Sinnoh

Shelly told me bluntly that I’d have to watch my own gas mask filter this time around. I told her I would be fine, and that this shouldn’t cause any problems. I knew how to watch my own back.

We needed to be the ones to get these implants first. I couldn’t trust anyone with them unless they were loyal to Team Aqua’s cause. And if someone did find them first, I’d kill them for it, plain and simple. There was no running away from me, I’d see to that.

The helicopter ride was swift and brisk as I checked the status on our projects in current development. The DD5 Network defense was a quarter of the way completed, which was outstanding. I was well aware of how vital the network was to Team Aqua. This would ensure hackers and infiltrators would have to go through absolute hell in order to think of breaking into our systems. It presented a way to back up information, and release it in data disks, very much like a printer. Even if the entire network went down by some miraculous chance, everything would be backed up and could be uploaded onto a new network in less than ten minutes. Every hour, everything would be backed up in archive room data disks. Meanwhile, the fourth oldest update would be destroyed to protect the information, while the latest three would be kept on standby. However, it was an ultimate last resort we honesty thought would never be needed, but was there in case the worst happened.

The CDPA Weapon was now on its last quarter of completion. By the end of this mission, it would be ready, and we would be able to move onto the next step. From what I saw, there was definite mental trauma from becoming a Hybrid. Shelly, even with her wild and free nature, was still crestfallen when it happened. I imagined it would be difficult, suddenly realizing you’re no longer human and being unable to recognize yourself when you looked into the mirror. But I set that aside. That was the kind of fear we needed for full submission. And there would be cooperation… and obedience toward our campaign.

The Behemoth Railguns were now showing a lot of promise, once abandoned plans that might have never seen the light of day were becoming very possible. They were very lethal weapons indeed, and nothing could hope to resist against them. We had no known enemies at this moment, and it was very likely we would be keeping it that way.

The Leviathan Torpedo System was drawing closer and closer toward completion. The design, the construction, and the descriptions were wickedly appealing. If what the rest of our Navy was packing didn’t cut our enemies down to shreds, this would. And would it ever…

And lastly, the AMS Underwater Sunlight was a beast of a submarine. I’ve always liked submarines, the rogues and assassins of the naval armada. And these new submarines were like rogues armed with many knives and many poisons… just perfect for perfect killing.

We would be arriving in Sinnoh shortly. I was looking forward to another successful mission…

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Leviathan Torpedo System - 40% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 45% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Travel: Trajectory SSW. Beginning area - About 20 miles west of the border of Ilex Forest. End Area - Crossing Mossdeep City.

I must confess something - I expected the journey to be much harsher then this. A hurricane, sudden ambush by flying zombies, a freak storm or waterspout... I thought for sure that we would have walked into a disaster by now.

Maybe Hoenn isn’t as bad as I think it will be. Maybe I just projected my own traumas on my prediction. My teammates are certainly having a very good time, what with the joyous conversation, laughter, and competitions of speed and accuracy many of my allies have entertained themselves with.

But I still remain uneasy...

Maybe a little conversation of my own will help. I activate the telepathic link... With the skies fully darkened, I would think they are back at their homes right now.

Gyanden to Minerva. Gyanden to Trahern.

A few seconds, then...

Hey, friend! Glad you could call us!

How are you? Is everything alright?

After several minutes of typical discussion, the conversation turns to the technologies...

Prometheus has been showing some advancement. It still has a long way to go, but it seems to be figuring out simple problems. It no longer tries the same thing twice, and even tried a simple disguise to bypass our firewall earlier on today.

Meanwhile, with your EMP missile, Minerva came up with a new engineering mechanism that will help make the blast more discriminate. By that, I mean that it might lead to us being able to focus the burst, leading to higher energy efficiency, making it harder to resist.

As soon as Trahern was finished, Minerva immediately cut in with her updates.

Hey, you know that dream you had? That improvement on the stealth bomber you made in your dreams, “Astral Wolf” - my fellow associates are in an uproar about it! We found a way to enhance the engine by 20%, and we’re now working on enhancing bomb capacity. It’s going to be quite a marvel when completed!

Oh, about your anthrax project? We found a way to further increase heat resistance, and scientists there are talking about making it more easily dispersed through the air. Your vaccine is working quite well too, at least with normal anthrax, and can resist the other one to a degree...

At this point, I remember my search for the different artifacts. What do you know about the Kian’Zal? I ask them, remembering a name Elena said was associated with their culture, might even be their real title.

Sorry, I did not bother to study world cultures. I can’t help you there. Trahern then cancelled his link, leaving only Minerva online.

Oh, they’re famous for their spectacular feats of construction, as I’m sure you well know... You must have heard of the stories, certainly... You’re going to the Sky Pillar, it’s all over your mind, and I feel compelled to warn you - Rayquaza was the most venerated of their gods. I have no doubt that you’ll find an artifact there, or at least a major clue, but know that the ancients have always kept their temples heavily trapped and filled with many puzzles... Other places are guarded by trials of ability and morality, still others are lairs to countless challenging pokemon... Please be careful. And with that, she too was gone.

Wait, I have more questions! But she cancelled the connection, leaving me in the real world again. But I realize... that I am getting close.

The moonlight seemed to shimmer on the horizon, a patch of darkness standing up from the sea. Growing larger, a city’s skyline reveals itself, and then the Hoenn Aeronautics and Space Administration peaks out below us, and I gaze down on the ruined city below me...

I remembered the day the market crashed. I recall the transformation, the abandonment of humanity, the decimation caused by the zombies. Looking down on this, I feel myself swelling with determination to find the ancients’ technology, knowing that the power of the Kian’Zal will bring about a better tomorrow for the world.


Astral Wolf - 13.33% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 16% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 16% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Strain - 12% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Vaccine - 12% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[Dr Scott]

OOC: Man, Rust, you’re cracking me up. Raidon uses smilies when he messages his military subordinates ? XDXDXD. Suddenly he seems much less frightening and much more nerdy.

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Close quarters

“Okay, so we all know our groups,” Colonel Sanders was saying, “just stay together and keep in touch through the walkie-talkies. Remember, the second you find anything let me know first, I’ll be with the Chief Officer sent by Graffiti.” Vance only heard half of this, however, he had a throbbing migraine brought on by the hundreds of ideas, theories, and works entering and leaving his brain at high speeds. Without the ability to focus his attention and let loose his imagination he was unable to even think properly, his mind was moving from one brilliant idea to another sparing barely enough space for normal bodily functions.

Sol nudged her friend, “are you okay? You’d better pull it together or you’ll end up having something happen to her.” The girl was cradling a gun with a pink grip, a large hunting knife at her waist. They had locked out the zombies outside and the heavy doors seemed to be holding, and for the moment they had yet to find any zombies in the building itself.

“No, not ok,” Vance managed as he struggled to block out the rush of information. He had never been particularly good at blocking it out unless it was a longer phase, as the longer the phase was the less frequent the ideas were. This was apparently a small phase given the power of the response, though the timing could not be worse.

After a while he gave up on blocking it out and instead worked on concentrating on a single idea. It took a little bit but before long he figured it out; he would focus on the perfect attack strategy. After a few seconds of thought he brought out Ninjask and Farfetch’d, at least for the moment. “Let’s go,” he mumbled, his face completely set.

When everything was settled Sol, Vance and the two others moved out in their given direction. They were to be the downstairs party, and as soon as they found the stairs they went down. The bottom floor was pretty simple, with various rooms with like any other military base. It was apparently focusing on offices, which would have been strange in any business but wasn’t anything special when it came to a base.

They went through every office slowly, all the while checking the computers for anything important. Most of it was simple nothings; reports on the government, criminal watch lists, or databases on the soldiers. Some of it was interesting, like the top secret file about the military-led assassination of one of Hoenn’s own presidents after the man was ready to do something that the military didn’t back.

Of course, none of it was pertinent to their cause, there was no use in delving up a dark past on an organization that did not even exist anymore; everyone who survived the bombing of Hoenn was either hiding or safe within the boarders of another country altogether.

They continued to move onwards, pausing only to check in every once in a while. The reports from other teams were boring for the most part; there were a lot of false leads, something that looked good but ended up being nothing. One team did manage to find the map for the complex and even all of the other military bases, and so one of the men sent by Graffiti was now working on collecting all the information.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 9/20
HK-71 plans: 9/30
NU Sea Turtle: 7/20
Special Explosives: 4/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 2/?

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh- Abandoned Farco Building- Veilstone City

Damn, it had taken me forever to realize this building had actually belonged to Farco, there was absolutely no indication whatsoever that told me what company it was. I figured it out eventually.

I scrounged through the old journals and libraries of Farco. The journals didn’t really contain everything I wanted, but they would help. I stared at the dust-encased monitors on the desks. They could certainly contain some valuable information. I took a seat on the old chair. It groaned in protest against my weight but held. I flipped on the computer and waited for it to boot up. Hacking this piece of crap wouldn’t be that much of a challenge unless these morons had something better then a virus firewall.

I got to the log on screen and it asked for a password. I tried TEAM AQUA RULES just for the heck of it, and of course it said ACCESS DENIED. I cracked my knuckles and started typing away, it only took me three more tries to break the code and I was in. Computer hacking was a valuable skill in my book. I flipped through hundreds of virtual scientific journals, and I growled happily as I discovered what I was looking for.

The Feet of the Indigo Lynx was written at the title of the document. My fingers flew down the keyboard, but I was disappointed. It didn’t give me the exact location, but now I had another lead.

The Feet of the Indigo Lynx was discovered by our Snowpeak Team deep within the reaches of the Temple. Heaven knows what they were doing in there, but now they are safe within our grasp…

I scoffed, nothing was safe from Aqua. I had another lead at least, Snowpeak City. Damn, it was going to take forever to get there, and I couldn’t fly the whole way because of the heavy weather turbulences. And I hated cold weather. Lucky me for becoming a fire type, less resistant to the freezing temperatures of Mount Coronet’s high altitudes and the snow. I snorted and a stream of smoke flared from my nostrils. It was so uncomfortable when I did that. Nightflare yawned and arched her back.

<You have the most boring job in all of Team Aqua,> She barked.

<We had fun not that long ago,> I retorted, the Umbreon merely growled and padded around the room. Rapidfire was also out of his Pokèball, curled up on the floor asleep, his flame casting flickering shadows across the dimly lit room.

<Let’s ditch this place,> I suddenly growled, printing the sheets I needed and stuffing them into my bag. Rapidfire stirred awake and Nightflare growled happily. I shattered the window from the floor we were on, and my massive Charizard leapt from it. I jumped out on his back and turned him back toward the building. Nightflare jumped onto his neck and scampered down to me.

<Burn it all,> I said, and Rapidfire obeyed. Unleashing his Flamethrower, the building was alite with hungry flames. Then we headed north, toward Snowpeak.

It was going to be one hell of a ride.

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Travel: Trajectory SSW. Beginning Area - 25 miles SSW of Mossdeep City. Ending Area - Sky Pillar.

The next few hours passed with very little diversion. Sure, the others were playing many different games, most of them were bragging about their zombie killing skills, and many of them were expecting a huge slaughter once we got there. True, to an extent... But the Kian’Zal would also seek to test a person’s mind, emotion, and spirit, and that was why I brought along others strong in those areas.

The first real distraction were the brutally mutilated remains of what I knew to be Sootpolis City. I remembered, with a horrible burst of recognition as I passed over the central lake and Juan’s gym, that we were flying over ground zero of one of the Task Subjugate missiles, the detonation of it that wiped out the now necropolis below and many of the island cities through the ocean breezes. Lilycove, Pacifilog, Ever Grande... they all are now cities of the dead.

We passed over the volcano and continued, watching the sun rise over a dead horizon. This continued to pass without much incident, except for a pack of zombie Murkrow that did nothing but give my soldiers and I a chance to relieve ourselves of some of our anxiety.

But after a few more hours, there seemed to be a greatly growing number of rocks and reefs surrounding increasingly shallow water. As they continued to increase in density, becoming an impregnable wall, I saw what seemed like a small water path through them, then directly ahead...

“Oy, Gyan! Me thinks we have our pillar in sight!” A gruff Machamp hybrid’s voice yelled out to me, his voice piercing even the slipstream. Looking ahead, I knew he was right... A lofty skyscraper rose out of what seemed to be a large hill rising out of the ocean, a glowing marble stairway climbing out of a beach towards this great building. Beginning our descent, I can’t help but gaze in awe at the mile high tower, the strange light brown metal glowing like bronze in the sun, the beautifully colored windows, nor the many crystals entrenched into the rock around the tower, covering the entire place in a bath of energy and light...

What was most amazing... was that this looked like it was built yesterday. Flawless build, obviously excellent maintenance, and diamond-like durability. Furthermore, despite it’s size, it possessed a grace uncaptured by any of our skyscrapers today... What other technologies have we lost to time?

But I could not reflect on this any longer. I could feel my Dragonite slowing down with his descent and hear the others behind me though their cries and the wind. I feel the paranoia going through me again - what if those reefs are hiding pokemon capable of an anti-air attack? What if those crystals are secretly weapons waiting to slay any intruder? What if Rayquaza himself suddenly comes down from the ozone layer to smite us down?

But my fears proved unfounded, for we landed safely in front of the tower, the marble and crystal walkway clearing a path among what seemed to be still alive flowers and trees. My allies and I gasped at that... then the next sight must have shocked us straight into Mount Pyre!

Pokemon, freely and happily walking among the flora and crystal! Pokemon, untainted and unburdened, living peacefully in a paradise untouched by the cataclysm! It was as if this place was protected by a celestial force, as if Rayquaza’s temple refused to be touched by the corruption of the outside world...

“Refused to be touched by the corruption of the outside world...” That may well be one of the tests facing us in there. The pokemon don’t seem hostile - in fact, not even cautious - but I’m certain that there are many challenges waiting for us in there. If it’s a test of nonviolence... then I, in my fear, have chosen many of my allies incorrectly... But then, I also have others who will cover the other areas of a search. Still...

I knew, that looking up at what seemed to be an endless monolith of metal, that the Kian’Zal were ready to challenge us. I am equally ready to take it.

“Forage for as much food as you can and ready your supplies. We enter Sky Pillar within half an hour.”


Astral Wolf - 16.66% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 20% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 20% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Strain - 16% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Vaccine - 16% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Found it!

Vance himself used the various flash drives he brought, saving all the information that looked interesting so that he could go through it later at his own leisure. It seemed that there were no military higher-ups in the headquarters; it was very likely that all those truly important stayed in the middle of the country itself where it was safer.

After a while they reached a room that looked more important than the rest, with a mahogany desk and a nice chair in the back. The computer was also customized, and even had an amazing and state-of-the-art security system. Given the fact that Vance was a computer genius and on his brilliant stage the security system was still nothing, and before long he was into the desktop. He immediately set his largest flash drive into the slot for the computer, transferring all the interesting files, knowing that this would have the most interesting files. A quick check of the networks showed that a laptop was connected with the computer, proving that the man was used to working in somewhere else, meaning that there was a lab somewhere in the facility.

“So, anything interesting?” Sol asked while the two men that were with them were doing a search of the office and the halls outside to make sure it was safe. Even though they didn’t even have a hint of the undead creatures inside the building itself they still weren’t taking any chances, and Vance was happier for it.

The gray-eyed man shrugged as he checked some of the files, shredding more security as he did, “not sure yet, so there’s no need to contact anyone just yet. I’d hate to be the cause of another of these wild goose chas-… here we go.” He looked at one of the files, schematics for what looked like an underground laboratory beneath the military base itself. In fact, the elevator that would bring them deep below the ground to where the lab was wasn’t too far away from where they currently were, which would make sense given that the man whose office they were in was apparently one of the chief professors. “Looks like we have something else to check up on, another basement area. Not sure if there will be anything there, so we can just tell them we’re going down when we check in.”

Waiting while the others gave a status report he quickly skimmed the rest of the files, certain that he had found the most interesting piece of information. After a minute or so of clicking he paused, his mouth hanging agape. He had clicked on the simple Word file completely by accident, in his haste he miss-clicked. Normally he would have just passed the file by because it had no security on it and was in the open, a stark difference from the rest of the heavily guarded computer. ‘Hidden in plain sight,’ he thought as he skimmed through it.

Out loud he said, “it seems we have something important to report after all.” As he said this he put in another flash drive, making sure to check the file for the attached virus he knew was there. After he deleted the multiple viruses and trojans attached he clicked save, choosing to save the file marked as ‘Far’ which of course was short for ‘Farco Archeological Report.’

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 10/20
HK-71 plans: 10/30
NU Sea Turtle: 8/20
Special Explosives: 5/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 3/?

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: rust, I laughed so hard when your guy put the Talon on XD. And I hope no one's planning on going after the Item I want, or else I'll cry. I'll be getting to it soon, but first I have to do this darn battle XD.

***

IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid), Josh Redfield, Schrodinger Haas (Persian Hybrid)
The Cullen
Spear Pillar, Sinnoh

God-freaking-damn! This stupid-ass Hybrid was proving a helluva lot stronger and more tenacious than I'd ever known a Hybrid to be. No matter what we threw at it, it just kept getting up and coming at us. The Emerald Seawolf had turned into a giant ball of flame after JadeWing had hit one of the spare air tanks with a Flamethrower, giant craters had been blasted into the rock around us, and nearly twenty feet of the Spear Pillar's point had been blown off. Another of my men was dead, and so were several of the Pokemon belonging to the humans. Josh's left arm was broken. I was covered in gashes and cuts, and my Pokemon were tiring rapidly.

DAMN!!!

"Look out!" I cried as the Hybrid released a large Spacial Rend attack. The scythe of pink energy sliced through the air and crashed into the ground as we all scattered to avoid it, and I watched as another went flying off into the sky. I cursed loudly; Spacial Rend was an attack that moved through Space in a manner that allowed it to keep moving without ever losing strength. It would continue flying through the air until it hit something, no matter how many years or decades it took.

<Nee,> Kokoi wheezed as she floated over, her movements jerky. The Froslass was obviously weak and in dire need of rest. <Nee, we can't fight this thing! It's too strong! We're throwing all we have at it and it just keeps coming back!> Together we watched as the Hybrid hovered several yards above us, roaring and screaming about intruders. Josh limped over, his face white as beads of sweat dripped down his face.

"We need to do something, and fast," he said, his voice strained. "This thing has to have some kind of weakness..." At that moment my PDA beeped, and I gave a wordless snarl as I yanked it from my pocket. Josh stared at it, then gave a ragged laugh. "Nee, we're stupid! Send an urgent message to that scientist friend of yours, Kovo. He can probably tell us how to destroy this thing!"

"I doubt it," I growled, moving back and ordering everyone else to keep attacking the Hybrid. While that was going on, I opened the message, which was from none other than Kovo himself:

"NEE! Oh my, oh my...you know the computer we use for tracking development information for the Freak guns? We received it as a donation from some expedition or another, but were never given details. As you know, computers we get as donations are always cleaned of any sensitive files they contain, but...Oh! We were inputting some final info into the computer when it crashed on us. We ran a file recovery program after rebooting it, and we found a file on the Farco Expedition! That means this computer was used to hold information for the digs and everything! I don't know if the file was overlooked or deleted improperly or what, but from this file we've learned that one of the ancient implants, the Sigil of the Wild, was last located at the lab near Lake Acuity. However, that was a few years ago and before all this madness started, so there's a chance the information might not be valid now, but it's worth a look, right?

Oh, the Casuli is just about complete. We've started mass-producing Flash Rounds to test the prototype with. I'll keep you up-to-date.

~Kovo"

My heart jumped. This might be what we needed in order to stop the Parukia Hybrid! Not only that, its powers would help The Cullen in our efforts to help the helpless and defend the people. I glanced at the Hybrid, which was snarling as it slowly inched its way towards one of the many caves around us. Had it grown tired of fighting? I suddenly felt sorry for it, noticing for the first time just how haggard it looked.

"Fall back!" I ordered, and got many incredulous looks as my orders were followed. The Parukia Hybrid eyed us suspiciously as it continued to scoot away. <Vicious, can you carry Josh and Schro?>

<I can carry everyone here!> the Aerodactyl snorted.

<Take Schro and Josh and head back to Goldenrod. JadeWing, how are you holding up?>

<Well enough,> the Dragonite answered, though she looked a little fatigued. I nodded and said, <Think you can carry Jacobs?>

<Of course.>

I then faced a Salamence that belonged to the other man, and the large, blue-scaled Dragon nodded.

<I'll carry my Master.>

<What are you planning?> Kokoi asked, sounding worried. I smiled at her and spoke to everyone gathered.

"Kovo has just sent me a message regarding the possible whereabouts of one Sigil of the Wild," I started, keeping an eye on the Parukia Hybrid. Excited murmurs rose from the others, and I silenced them before continuing. "I want to check out the lead. The item was last seen in a lab around Lake Acuity. Maybe, if I can find it, I can use it to try and calm down the Hybrid and talk with it. If that doesn't work, then maybe it'll give me the ability to deal with the poor thing.

"I want the rest of you to return to Goldenrod," I went on. Instantly Josh and the two men started arguing, though Schro simply nodded as though pleased about something. "Hush! You two," I pointed at the two young soldiers, "if you leave now and Vicious and the others fly high enough, there's a chance you won't be exposed to the CDPA that's still in the air. Come with me and you'll most definitely become Hybrids. Josh, you have a broken arm, you need to have it seen to right away. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not going to be much help with that injury.

"Get back to Goldenrod. That's an order." I then recalled Kokoi and sent out Tyko. The Tyranitar shook himself as he glanced around curiously. Vicious went over to Josh, and with a bit of help the grumbling human climbed on the pteradon's back. Schro jumped up behind him as everyone recalled their Pokemon. Then Jacobs mounted up on JadeWing and Vince on his Salamence. "Rest as you need to," I called to them as the group took to the air. I then watched the Parukia Hybrid, which had nearly reached the cave it had first come out of. It was clearly done with fighting, and now that the intruders were leaving, it seemed more than happy to leave us be.

<What's up?> Tyko asked.

<Get me down this mountain as fast as you can,> I answered. Tyko gently grabbed me in his large, strong arms as I added, <I'll explain on the way down.>


~~~
Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 9/25
Metabolism Drug 9/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 9/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 9/25
~~~

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Engineering Facility, Nameless HQ




Zane opened his eyes slowly and was shocked to see two pairs of eyes staring at him. "Ahhh!" said Zane as he fell backwards in his chair. "Hi sleepy head!" said Martha and Charlotte in perfect harmony. "We worked on the Merfinery for you!" said the duo.

Don't you mean the Mercenary?" asked Zane. "Oh yeah that thing." said thr girls as Zane got up to look at the Mercenary. It was actually in pretty goosd shape. He walked over to it and he noticed that they had finished the metal that overs the outer shel. Now there was just a part cut off the top where the glass needed to be. He immediately put on his welders mask and began shaping the glass in the oven.

After he finished shaping it, there was only one thing left to do...

PAINTJOB!




Projects
Mercenary[10/15]

[Dog of Hellsing]

Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid)
The Cullen
En Route to Lake Acuity, Sinnoh

It was one hell of a bumpy ride going down Mt. Coronet. Tyko took the straightest route possible, and that was straight down the mountainside. Thank God there were no sheer drops, or we'd have been dead a hundred times over. As it was, going was treacherous and Tyko had to go slowly to avoid losing balance and falling over an edge or something.

About an hour later we reached terra firma and Tyko released me. I took a few minutes to let my blood pressure return from space and recalled the Tyranitar. I then stretched myself to warm up and set off at a brisk jog towards Route 216. I reached it without incident and increased my pace, anxious to get to the lab and check out the lead on the Sigil. The longer the Parukia Hybrid was left unchecked, the more of a chance there was of someone else facing the thing's considerable wrath.

By the time I reached Route 217, the air had become chilly. The more I went, the colder it got, until snow was falling around me. I growled in irritation as I shivered, rubbing my arms and coming to a stop. I'd forgotten about the craptacular weather in this part of Sinnoh, where it was always so cold it was like permanent winter. Grumbling under my breath, I called out Jashen, and once the Hypno emerged from his Ball I said, <Can you use your Psychic powers to make a cold-proof bubble around us?>

<Certainly,> the yellow-skinned Pokemon answered. He swung his pendulum for a moment, and an invisible sphere appeared around us a moment later. I knew it was erected because the coldness around me suddenly vanished, replaced with a neutral temperature that was neither hot nor cold, warm nor cool. After he'd done this, the Hypno peered around as his nose twitched a little. <What's the occasion? Trying to make Christmas come early?>

I snorted at the Pokemon's words as we headed off. <Hardly. I got a lead from Kovo that the Sigil of the Wild might be located in a lab near Lake Acuity.> Jashen let out a soft whistle at this and nodded his head.

<So we're going check it out?>

<Yup.>

We continued in silence for a while, watching the scenery become whiter and whiter as snow started falling harder. Unfortunately, the shield Jashen had made only kept out the cold, not the snow. It covered us in ivory blankets and soaked my clothes as it melted. At least there was no coldness from my wet outfit, or from the two-foot-deep snow we were trekking through. That would have sucked some major ass.

On and on we went, until finally Lake Acuity shimmered in the distance. I saw a large, dark-gray building set about a half-mile away from the lake, and without speaking the two of us angled towards it. By the time we arrived, Jashen was feeling strained from using his powers for so long without a break. I went into the lab and recalled him, and the instant his shield was gone the COLD of the area hit me. I snarled silently and hurriedly started searching for appropriate gear. It took a while, but finally I found some boots I could fit my feet into without pain, and a large, heavy coat designed specifically for this area's weather. Considerably warmer, I started my inspection of the lab. Hopefully this wasn't a waste of time and I would find some useful information, or else I was going to be pissed.


Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 10/25
Metabolism Drug 10/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 10/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 10/25
~~~

[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Sinnoh, Celestic Town Ruins


As they moved through Celestic, Nate was taking special care to keep a look out on them in case they got attacked by some kind of fanatic. He’d let Illiad out of her Pokeball the instant they were on solid ground, knowing that she would be one of the best defenses that they could have in a situation where survival could depend on knowing what the future held for you.

Neil was strangely silent as they neared the small ruins that he had said would be the most likely place to start looking. Nate might have even been worried had he taken the time to think about it, but he was busy with other things. Lucario was before them, checking for unusual aura’s, and Alakazam was out and about wherever he enjoyed. Dusknoir was leading them, every few minutes getting a slight shift from what they believed was the Chest and turning them to face a different direction.

Dugtrio surfaced as soon as they walked through the first archway. It gave the signal, the turn that told them something below ground was amiss. Then it gave the other signal; they were pursued. Nate glanced to Illiad, but she shook her head. It wouldn’t be a problem.

They moved into the damaged area of ancient city and casually strode forwards. Nate reasoned that it wouldn’t do to waste their time on caution; their air supply would only deplete too quickly that way. Instead, he relied completely on Lucario and Illiad to keep them out of harms way, following Dusknoir and Dugtrio to the place that they had decided held the thing they were searching for.

Neil was growing in excitement as they neared the place he had chosen on the map in their mind. He knew what it would be, and let the excitement take over his feelings, masking the other thoughts and helping their mission move along as it should.

Nate too was excited, but his was of a completely different sort. He grew more restless the longer that they travelled without incident. He was so worried about being here, that now they had arrived and nothing dramatic and threatening seemed immediately forthcoming, he was unconsciously expecting that thing he dreaded to be around every corner.

The fact wasn’t lost on Neil, who had to concentrate hard to suppress a thought betraying the reality of such a situation. He still needed Nate’s cooperation, now was not the time to reveal the bluff before the Barboach had swallowed the bait.

They didn’t have to wait much longer until they reached their goal. It was blazingly obvious what had happened once they saw the stairs.

“Someone has done this recently,” Nate commented dryly.

“I wonder why they didn’t just keep the Chest, instead of hide it away where no one could appreciate its beauty...” Neil mumbled slowly.

Surprisingly, Nate had an answer for that. “Well, Duh!” he blurted. “They weren’t willing to stick themselves full to bursting with killer needles around their hearts like the Chest asked them to.”

Neil nodded slowly, and a thought went between them: Would they together be able to take the pain? Neil seemed strangely resilient to the sensation, not noticing at all many lesser injuries, and had only felt a slight twinge when they had broken their arm once.

“Ah well,” Neil said cryptically. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

-------------------------
In Progress

Operation Artifact: 50% [10/20]

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

"So what's this about a breakthrough?" Kirov asked as he strode into the Tesla research facility. He was somewhat disheartened after that depressing conversation with Natalie in the cafeteria. But Kirov being Kirov, didn't let it show either through his face or body language.

"Ah, Administrator," the Director replied. He was holding what was obviously a weapon. It had two handles, one in front, one in back, and both ends of the each handle were attached to the frame, creating an odd rectangle shaped gun. Through the center of the gun a horizontal cylinder ran, pulsing with blue energy. On the business end of the rifle was a huge metallic needle.

It's not so much a rifle as it is a giant pistol, Kirov realized. A sufficiently strong man could fire it in one hand.

"The Volt Rifle's ready for mass production, sir," the Director said, holding out the gun for Kirov to inspect. Kirov grabbed the gun and turned it over in his hands. "And the breakthrough is..."

"The magnetic control field, sir. I won't bore you with details, but we've effectively tripled the maximum effective range of all Tesla weaponary. As a side effect, we can also concentrate 150% more energy in the Tesla battery."

Kirov raised his eyebrows a tiny bit, and the Director knew he had seriously impressed his superior. "Interesting... May I fire it?" he asked, pointing to a series of metal mannequins lined up on the end of the firing range.

"Yes sir." The Director beamed at his creation.

Taking aim, Kirov lined up the sight with the nearest mannequin and fired. Within seconds it had been reduced to a molten slag.

"The rifle has two modes," the Director explained, "single shot and automatic fire. Single shot is much more powerful, but it needs to charge between shots. Either mode will kill a human on contact, as long as the arc makes contact. You can hit his foot and the enemy will still die. The arc is strong enough to conduct, or at least melt and burn, most insulating materials like rubber or wood."

"How long is a battery good for?"

"At least 200 single shots. About 15 minutes on automatic."

"Impressive." Kirov grabbed a spec sheet on the table. "We'll start mass production immediately. Those of you who aren't involved with that, are hereby transferred to the Stingray Project."

Projects:
Stingray: 10/15
VS6 ICBM: 1/20
Cryocopter: 10/15
Empress's Revenge: 7/20
VS5: 6/10

[skiboydoggy]

|OoC| Hooray for completely inconsistent time frames between posts!

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Private Airport, Lilycove City, Hoenn

The darkness was complete, the twilit moments that preceded dawn. Yuki did not care about that. He did not care about the moon that had hidden itself away. He did not care about the fact that his lungs were burning and that his throat was cracked from thirst. He did not even care about the zombies that he hacked at with a blade that was by now, slick with blood and chipped from constant impact against bone. By this time, eight hours after he had started fighting, all Yuki cared about was that the sun was about to rise. Zombies did not operate under the sunlight, and when dawn came, he could finally rest. Human beings were not built to last forever, and even those who were often considered superhuman were not immune to fatigue.

Dragging his sword across the ground, the warrior hacked into the gut of a zombie, and could only vaguely register shock when he realised he had failed to shatter its spine with one blow. Extracting the blade with a tug, he kicked the zombie to the ground and severed its head with far more strength than was strictly necessary. Recognising the wasted effort of his attack, Yuki swore silently, tearing off his mouthpiece and dropping it to the ground as he did.

Now without anything covering his mouth and nose, Yuki breathed deeply, not really giving a damn about the noxious smell of death that was in the air. It was something that he had not noticed until now, credit to the air filter that was part of his equipment. Equipment that was necessary for him to live, and yet at the same time equipment that weighed almost as much as he did. Helmet, mask, armour, swords, knives, and bombs. Everything that he would need for a mission, and yet at this time seemed oddly useless.

With a violence more commonly attributed to his assault against the relentless waves of the undead, the man ripped off his cape, which fell to the ground with weight uncharacteristic of mere cloth, revealing endless rows of knives and grenades sown into the folds of the fabric within. If he wanted to match gunmen with blades, this was the minimum he had to have with him, but these zombies did not have guns, and thus the knives were hardly of any use.

All these things that he did not need, he felt an uncharacteristic frustration towards them, as though blaming them for the screaming of his body that had been pushed to its limits and beyond. There was nobody that could be faulted of course, nobody but those who had launched the Task Subjugate in the first place, but Yuki Akagane was still human after all, and still subject to human silliness. He would rage against things that did not deserve it, and he would later weep for that same thing, simply because they did not deserve it.

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 9/15

Marisa Vermillion
Weapons R&D Sector, Etherlight Industries Complex

Marisa loaded the hard drives onto a trolley she had found, getting ready to cart them off along with the small safe that Kaze had picked up somewhere. They had gotten everything they had wanted from this place, and they were all eager to leave. The whole of Hoenn stank of rot, and that was compounded by the stench of motor oil and other generic technologies, and they had already been searching for three whole hours. Granted, three hours was not that long a time when one looked at it objectively, especially since she had watched the battle between Yuki and the zombies for the same amount of time, and had spent almost as long moving from the roof of the tallest building in the entire complex to this place in the basement, fighting off zombies all the way.

"C'mon, let's go. There shouldn't be any more zombies, so if we walk quickly we should be back at the rooftops in an hour. God knows where Leon is, but he can get the plane to pick us up there."

Pushing the trolley almost casually, Marisa walked towards her destination with the air of a woman who had just finished a shopping spree. She definitely held important data here, and the best part was, she did not have to do any paperwork for it. The only thing she was really worried about was Leon deciding to change every design into nunchuck form or something of the sort, but he was probably better than that.

Hopefully, anyway.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Edition: 9/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Edition: 9/25

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

Dear Administrator Vidilicus,

The V1 utilizes the manipulation of magnetic fields and electrical energy in a method similar to the one used by electric-type Pokemon to focus and aim electric-based attacks. The technology to manipulate and focus electrical arcs through gaseous and liquid mediums has been christianed as "Tesla" i.e the Volt Rifle uses Tesla Technology. The rifle is highly effective against virtually all materials excepting mineral materials such as concrete or granite.

Attached to this message are the specifications and blueprints for the Volt V1 Rifle, including all manufacturing techniques utilized in its development and a list of parts and materials required. All parts excepting only the Tesla battery are pre-manufactured for other various weapons. It should not take long to mobilize factories for mass production.

Satisfied with his message, Kirov leaned back in his chair. Then it occurred to him that he had left Remidra without any assignments. It also occurred to him that a person with her skills might well be a spy from another faction. Well, whatever would happen would happen, but he couldn't have her wandering around aimlessly.

Kirov eventually found Remidra reading a copy of the Odyssey. It was a good book, but not exactly of Kirov's favorite genre. He preferred science fiction. Handing her the papers, he ordered "You have now been assigned to be an assistant on the VS6 ICBM, Empress's Revenge submarine, and the Stingray Assault Submersible. I expect your skills will be useful in keeping the Directors in their place."

Projects:
Stingray: 11/15
Cryocopter: 11/15
VS6 ICBM: 2/20
Empress's Revenge: 8/20
VS5: 6/10

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

“Elena, do you recognize this metal from the legends?” I ask her coolly, tapping what seemed to be a pale gold door over 200 feet high, engraved with many emerald green markings from what I guess to be from the body of their deity.

“It is an alloy often used in temples to the sky god... They called it Steli’Kyro, which translated into modern English, means “sun iron”... This is an alloy of electrum and meteoric steel, with small amounts of uranium and other still unidentified metals... It is known for it’s glow at night, ability to hold supernatural powers, and virtual invulnerability once enchanted. Do not expect it to be forced open...”

A few of the more brute force soldiers grunted at this comment, but I noticed that many of my other companions seemed to be in deep thought... I focused my will on finding an answer.

A door is, of course, intended to keep unwanted things out. But you must also have a means of entry for those you would want to come in. Obviously, it is not physical - no form of handle, and apparent immunity to physical, electromagnetic, and psionic manipulation, as we already tried. I then remember that this is a temple, and that like any other of it’s kind, it emphasizes the spiritual aspect of life. The opening of it must be in that form - maybe a purity of soul or intent to worship their god...

The attempt to open the door continued to meet with failure. I decided to take a break, leaning up against the surprisingly warm door, calming my mind to relieve the stress encroaching upon my thoughts...

I want to see their god, their work, the passion and desire that they channeled into every last part. I wish to see their wonders and understand the glory of their race. I wish to understand their insights and make a bright future for such a decimated world...

They came out of nowhere, without intent or observation. Then a silent hum resonated through the metal, and somehow... the doors were opening. I don’t know how it happened, but the temple was opening up to us...

< In, my friends, with reverence. Feel their thoughts and desires. We enter the home of a god... >

We immediately walked through the door, slowly but surely, astonished by the majesty of their towering construct. A glowing marble floor covered the entire surface of the first level, with what seemed to be steel life sized replicas of different Kian’Zal workers and their pokemon standing over the floor like a metallic Terra Cotta Army. A vast, 180 foot tall statue of Rayquaza, again made out of Steli’Kyro, towered above his citizens, his shadow falling over another strange metal, this one grayish-silver with a brilliant adamantine luster. Inspecting it closer, it seemed to be a spiral staircase rising up through the skyscraper...

The Magnezone, Crobat, and Alakazam hybrids each sent out different forms of waves throughout the floor, each looking for any unusual items around them.

< How horrible... > The Crobat hybrid sighed.

< What is it? >

< There’s a dead body up ahead, by the Rayquaza statue... >

So someone was here quite recently... I wasted no time in running down the marble path, dashing through the temple until I was at the foot of their deity.

I immediately saw what they found. A tall, stocky man, about 6'1", with long brown hair, simple, tattered clothing, unkempt facial hair, and what seemed like a letter in his hand was lying down peacefully aside the statue, his pose content and calm. His body seemed unusually well-preserved, with only the slightest signs of decay.

I wonder if he connected this place with the Kian’Zal and their technologies? His letter may provide insight... Gently picking it up, I unroll the paper and read his final words...


Dear Marie,

(The handwriting seems disorganized and light) I don’t have much time. I know death is coming for me. I will be in Sovinto soon, and all my pain will end. Please don’t worry about me. I was proud to marry you, Marie, and proud of Ethan, Michael, and Stuart. They seem so big now... I wish I could see them one last time.

I know others will come here. The power of the artifacts... they cannot resist it. I laid the great Eye to rest, returned it to it’s rightful place, on an altar in the clouds. From it’s peak, it shall watch the world once again. But I warn anyone who reads this letter, if you would seek it - you don’t just grab the eye. The eye has many protections that I remade with the Pillar’s pokemon... and my thoughts hold the key. I realize now that I should have kept them together...

Please, if you could find it, take the Eye and do what I could not. Bring this world out of ignorance and darkness. Use it’s sight to bring back the knowledge of the ancients and revive our planet.

For a lighter tomorrow,
Alexander Farco


I suppressed an overwhelming feeling of sadness as I completed this, focusing on the point at hand. The Eye of the Overseer was brought to Sky Tower, it’s defenses restored, the test reestablished. From what he implied, other letters were lying around this skyscraper, waiting with more information on what might be the other items...

We are getting close. I could taste it. I could feel it. We WILL find the eye, I know it!

After giving Alexander a short prayer for his afterlife, I begin moving up the stairs. With the rest moving behind me, I feel myself growing more excited then I have felt in 10 years...

Ultimate knowledge is so close, almost in my grasp! And I will obtain it!



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[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Sky is pretty"
Graffiti
En Route to Gateon Port, Orre

Mala was high above the skies of Orrer. She looked down at the desert region and knew that under this dusty experior was another layer of dust that covered the people of Orre. Soon the CDPA virus would cover all of Orre and turn anybody without a gask mask into a hybrid. Mala laughed and guess that it was going to happen eventually. Still she was on no rush. When it happens. It happens. If so then she will be surprise. Surprises were always best left as a surprise.

Mala then laughed though the gas mask and looked behind her. She couldn't see Shine and guess he was busy or something. Mala then said, "Well I guess Shine need to fire up his ride before meeting me in the sky."

Mala sighed and looked at the horizon. She could see the edge of Gateon Port and beyond that was a small isle. Still between that was the OIN Slave. Now Graffiti had the OIN Slave, Foe, Servent and Prey which was now being worked on. There was also Operation Fresh that was still a work in progress. Everything that has been done so far was to help Operation Fresh. Mala just nodded and let Char know they will be landing on the OIN Servent.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

After landing the chopper in a safe place outside the city, we headed in. Shelly seemed more peppy than usual, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Regardless, I tried to remain focused on the mission. The Terrance Roloson Building was the target, but it was still quite a walking distance away. Meanwhile, I kept checking my watch to tightly monitor how much time I had left. What happened last time was a clear example of what might happen if I got too distracted.

We walked with the rest of the foot traffic, which seemed to be more congested here than it was in Sunyshore. These Hybrids had no fear or apprehensive thought about walking in public. In fact, they looked at me strangely, wondering why a human would be here. I tried to follow the streets and take the least populated routes, but that was virtually impossible. Pastoria City was full of very proud Hybrids, showing no restraint or fear, regardless of how grim human perceptions of them had become. I could see the mental trauma inflicted by their transformation had disappeared completely. Some of them, passing by and seeing I was a human, urged me to take off the mask. Of course, I didn’t listen to them, and Shelly told them to leave me alone.

We arrived at the Terrance Roloson Building, which I was expecting to be some high class apartment complex, but it was way more on the side of being a shabby condominium building. We checked the resident listing, and many of the names were scratched off. We checked the fifteenth and sixteenth floors, and it appeared the names on the fifteenth floor were scratched off, while on the sixteenth, they were still there.

“Sixteenth it is.” Shelly told me, “Hopefully we don’t run into anyone.”

“That’s why we knock first.” I told her, checking the names, “So if someone answers the door, we know we need to pound the door in their face and force our way in.”

I actually noticed the name Larry Kakos on the listing, remembering that’s the person who’s cell phone I found. Not wasting another second, Shelly and I entered the building, and took the elevator all the way up to the sixteenth floor. Despite the busy streets below, the building itself was quite empty. Regardless, I liked that. The last thing I wanted was for more people to be watching.

As we waited, I realized how little sleep I had gotten lately with the massive number of assignments and travel I slapped on myself. Shelly, I didn’t know how she was hanging in there, especially after all the grief she had gone through, but I just let her lead the way, and I half-drunkenly followed her to the door. It was a simple, metallic door that looked to be pretty old and beat up with dents and scratches in the gray paint. Regardless, Shelly knocked on the door, and we waited a few minutes. I checked my time again, realizing I still had another eight and a half hours before the filter in the gas mask was gone. That was plenty of time, provided I could stay awake. I sure hoped we weren’t going to run into a fight, because that would really be deadly…

We waited and waited, and after five minutes, I got to work on the lock. It wasn’t too difficult to pick, but it would have been easier to do it if I hadn’t been so damn tired.

“You look sleepy, Neo.” Shelly told me, “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” I told her, swinging open the door, “Come on, let’s see what we find in there.”

We both entered, and the entire room was a wreck. Stuff was all of the place, and even shutting the door behind us was tricky with all the junk laying around. I looked all over the place, and it seemed like this place too, had been left in a hurry. I still couldn’t completely tell if this was Farco’s place or not, but it seemed like it. Considering the kinds of gear they left behind, it was possible.

I decided to sit down for a moment, and take a breather. My eyes were fighting sleep and I found myself dozing off every few seconds.

“I… need a break, Shelly.” I told her, throwing some junk off of a nearby couch and laying down, “If you find anything important, just let me know.”

“Sure, sure.” She told me, replying like she didn’t even care.

After that, I just decided to shut my eyes. I needed this sleep…

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[Brainiac]

Nathaniel Soap
Team Aqua
Sinnoh, Celestic Town Ruins


Nate drew his sword automatically as they descended the sloppy steps. They curved down and opened into a room that had drawings on the wall, and a large amount of recording equipment and such to take information on the actual ruins.

“Lucario, where are the goods?” Nate questioned, wasting no time.

A few seconds later, Lucario led them towards the center of the room, which was a little lower. Then, he knelt to the ground and placed his paws on the floor. After a few seconds, he nodded towards Nate and pointed below.

“Dugtrio?”

There was a rumbling, and then a few seconds later a hole opened up in the center of the depression, and Dugtrio’s heads popped through before disappearing again in a noisy shifting of dirt.

The hole that fell away opened to another chamber, about five cubic feet in measure. At the bottom of the hole there was the gleaming gold of the Chest, sitting upon a dais, just waiting for them to take it. Just as they were preparing to leap into the hole and grab it however, a hand on their shoulder brought them up short.

Illiad was pointing towards the hole and shaking her head. It wasn’t safe to go down there. Neil thought about their options for a moment, then pointed to Dusknoir. Illiad shook her head again. Not safe for Dusknoir either.

“Any of the pokemon?” he asked shortly.

Again, the negative shake, though with a bit of hesitancy.

“What about ditto? Is there a pokemon that he could do off of memory that would be able to get it out of there?”

Another pause. No.

"Well, how do we get it out?" Nate asked angrily. It frustrated him to no end, seeing their prize right there before him and not being able to simply reach down and grab it. Illiad though for a moment, then pointed to the sword in his hand. Then, she pointed down to the Chest, giving a little jerking motion and pointing again to the sword.

“An inanimate object,” mused Neil softly. “I wonder what sort of death they have planned for anything willing to stick a part of themselves too close to the Chest.”

“Well, I suppose that we may as well find out,” Nate agreed quickly, and moved closer to the edge of the short lip. He reached the sword in slowly, noticing nothing at all happening. He got the tip wedged beneath the edge of the Artifact and with a swift motion, twisted and flicked the blade of the huge weapon, sending the gleaming implant sailing through the air towards the edge of the pit. It landed on the floor and skidded a few feet before coming to a halt.

They made their way over to it quickly, reaching down to pick it up when they found that they could no longer move at all. Illiad pulled them away from the object and again shook her head, giving a mournful cry. It appeared as though actual physical contact with living tissue would activate whatever trap it was that the Chest had on it at the moment.

Neil thought quickly. He didn’t want to leave their prize, but it appeared as though they couldn’t even touch it at the moment. Unless... What if they got something else living to touch it first. Then, it would be free for them to take it once the trap had been sprung on whatever it was that they got to activate it.

“Alakazam, use Substitute and drop the scapegoat on the Chest.”

Illiad’s eyes widened slightly, but she made no move to contradict their plan. They backed away from the Chest happily, just dying to get their hands on it and just feel their success.

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[bronislav84]

Zela Kang
Cullen
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

"What....houl...do...ith...er?" I partly heard a voice. I shook my head around, trying to figure out what was happening.

"I say we rape her, then either kill her or keep her around for more rape. Humans are only worth keeping on a leash." Said a sinister voice, which seemed to be coming from the right of me.

I seemed to be tied to a bed, on my back, unable to move. The place looked like a really, really, run down apartment. At most a two story building, given that light was pouring through a hole in a corner of the ceiling.

"Nah, I say we turn her into one of us. That or kill her, if she refuses." Said a third voice.

I turned my head toward the sounds of the voices. They seemed to be coming from a room to the right of me, not even caring they'd wake their captive. The suit seemed to still be in one piece, although I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. If only I had my weapons.....

"Hey guys, what hit me?" I asked, pretending to still be groggy.

"She's awake!" This from the first voice.

"Better hit her again so we can rape her in her sleep, Carl." Said the second voice, the three Hybrids walking into my room.

"What hit you? That would be me, dispersing, phasing into your suit, and making you pass out from the air being blocked." Said the third voice, who seemed to be a Gengar Hybrid.

The other two were a Rhydon Hybrid and a Machoke Hybrid.

"I heard everything, no need to knock me out again. But what do you really intend to do with me?" I asked, turning to the Gengar-man who seemed to be calling the shots.

"Well....." He paused, probably trying to intimidate me. "I kinda fancy the rape idea myself." The other two laughed. "But no." his buddies hung their heads. "We three have taken it upon ourselves to better this new society by turning humans into Hybrids, so that is our intention." He turned to the Rhydon-man. "Bert, rip her suit to pieces." Then turned to the Machamp as the Rhydon started to come to me. "Sven, get my tank full of CPDA gas that I siphoned off from what's still blowing around in the wind."

I struggled a little, trying to get free from the ropes, then realized it was futile, so I decided on the next best thing, probing them for more info while Sven was getting the tank. "So how many people have you changed against their will so far?"

"About ten or so, I lost count after that guy two days ago almost tore up the place when we turned him into a Golem Hybrid. As you can see, we haven't exactly fixed it up much." He said motioning with his purplish hand at the apartment.

Oh no, he really is gonna rape me! I thought as Bert got on top of me. But then he started to point his horn at me. "Uhuh, and what if I decide to change willingly?" I asked with a smile as Bert paused with his horn inches from my chest. "Well, in that case we'd ask you to take the suit off yourself, and untie you." Said Bert, getting off me and looking at Carl with a questioning look.

"I suppose there's no harm in trusting her, is there? I'll bet we're not the only group out there with this purpose, so if she gets away from us, she'll probably run into them." Said Carl, half to himself.

"Now Boys, if you hadn't knocked me out by cutting off my air, you normally wouldn't have been able to surprise me. What makes you think somebody else can?" I asked, Sven coming in with the tank in his hands. I understood why he had to carry it. It was pretty big, and looked like Carl had compressed a lot of gas in there.

"Where will you go? The alleys? See where that got you?" He said, pointing to the couch I was tied to.

"Right right. But I'm serious about this. I was intrigued when I first saw people changing. What do I have to do to prove it to you?" I asked, looking at Carl and completely ignoring the other two.

"Let Sven take off your helmet, don't struggle, and breathe deeply when I release a puff of gas in your face." He motioned to Sven to get into position, and Bert to get off. "At least after we transform you, it won't matter to us much what you do. Our 'mission' would be accomplished for today." He continued, motioning to Sven to reach for my helmet.

I only had about a minute of humanity left as he moved slowly toward me. He was hesitating a little. Did I really want to risk turning into something like half Magikarp or some other useless Pokemon? Well, yes. Might be fun. "Well, lemme have it guys." Sven put the tank down and reached for my helmet to take it off. I didn't struggle.

Carl put the small length of attached hose in my face and pressed the nozzle, releasing what I expected to be some colored gas. I didn't see anything but mist. Breathing deeply, I glanced at Carl for a second. He was smiling.

I passed out again, as pain started to wrack my body all over.

[SuperBoy]

OOC: Shine's portion will come later on.

Solo Mozacco
Graffiti
Mirror's Antique Parlor, Phenac City, Orre

Change was flowing through the air, affecting both innocent bystanders and renegades of the law. No matter what you did, you couldn't escape it; fate was inevitable. As I witnessed the powers of change everyday, I realized that many people feared it, few glorified it, and none passed it off as another issue. Change was an issue, a weapon, a project, a savior, or an absolute neutral power. Whatever you sought it to be, was what it was for you, and for me, it was both my ally, and my enemy...

Earlier on in my life, change has allowed me to see the best side of life, or at least what Pyrite town considered the best. I had every female I wanted, all the popularity that I needed, and every addiction that came with peer pressure. I was a monster in the eyes of the religious groups and the moral children, but later on, they looked to me as a sovereign. I had ultimately set a standard on life, the way it should be lived and the way it should definitely be looked at. Anyone that disagreed usually fell short within the boundaries of Orre, and they eventually fled to Graffiti for aid and support sooner than later.

<They would never have it up for display...> I mumbled toward my Toxicroak, watching as it nodded in agreement. <I think the stupidest things sometimes. Makes me wonder about myself.>

Currently, I was in Phenac City, specifically Mirror's Antique Shop. The journey from The Under to Phenac City was a long one and tiring one, but my loyal Altaria kept me company along the way. At the moment, I was searching for certain leads on the ancient Kian’Zal tribe artifacts. There were only two that actually caught my attention, and those were the Talon of the Soul Decider and the Band of the White Phoenix. The Talon was said to allow the user to decide the fate of the slain one, while the Band healed injuries and such. For me, the Band was most appealing and it was my primary objective. If I were to locate the artifact, I could effectively use it at my disposal.

<Haha...you really thought a store like this would have information on such artifacts?> Toxicroak asked in a sarcastic manner. <You're freakin' Solo. Get your ass to the counter and interrogate the damn lady for some info. You never know what you may get out of her.>

Toxicroak and his sarcasm...it just plainly got on my nerves. Still though, he was wrong. I basically ran Orre and I knew what people were like on the moment of notice. The lady that ran this story has auburn-colored hair and a pale face. She stood at a height of 5'6" and sported a middle-class type outfit. Judging by her plain expression, she wasn't the one to have information about the Kian’Zal and I wasn't one to waste time on people like her. I had more important things to do.

<Nah...let's blow this mug.> I firmly stated, laughing toward Toxicroak. <How you like that talk?>

Toxicroak stared at me with a glare and frowned, shaking his head in disbelief.

<I didn't. Whatever you say though...let's leave.> Toxicroak mumbled, bursting out the doors of the Antique shop. <Where to captain?>

I thought to myself for a quick moment as I followed Toxicroak outside of the shop. Currently, Art Miller, also known as the Puppet of Graffiti, had went out of communication range and crushed his communicator. I didn't even know what he was doing at the moment, but lately he has seemed a bit...different. Perhaps he needed a simple relaxation period to get back into his more "serious" attitude. It didn't matter though. Many people believed that Art was the true leader of Graffiti, but they didn't know that he really answered to me.

<Quest...> I firmly stated. <Let's go meet up with Quest.>

Toxicroak suddenly turned his frown into a smile, giving the signal that he was absolutely ready for duty. Night was creeping up on us as the daylight began to move into hibernation. He knew what Quest was. They were Graffiti's highest crew, filled with the smartest minds and mature attitudes. Although they were made up of only four members, including myself, we were deadly. Nighttime was occupied by us and every knew the rules that applied to us. You either played our game or fell swoop to the loser's corner.

At night we did stupid things and serious things. Our Graffiti tagging sessions would take place, meetings would occur, and jokes were made. Tonight, we would be taking a different turn. We were going out to search for the Bond of the White Phoenix, and knowing that Quest was going to come along, I knew we would be successful at our mission. I never failed and that was because of sheer skill, not luck.

Slowly, Toxicroak and I began to head to northern Phenac, which house the The Carpet, featuring strip clubs, famous bars, theaters, and old abandoned warehouses for groups like Quest...

The games were about to begin...

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The Graffiti Pacifist - 8/25

[Charizard Michelle]

OOC:

I start my junk then. SHine will have pently of time to catch up since I don't post during the day time.

IC:

Mala Aspecto says "Sky is pretty"
Graffiti
Gateon Port, Orre

Mala stood in the War Room of the OIN Servent. SHe lean against a chair and smiled at the map of Orre that stood before her. SHe still had a gas mask on and began to tap on the table. Finally Mala said, "If a big tattooed man come in. Let him in. Tell him we are in the War Room."

Anna stood next to Mala while a screen connected to a webcam had the image of a porygon hybrid named Sean. There were some other people in the room including both hybrids and humans wearing mask.

Mala smiled and said, "LEts start the loyal order of The CHEERLEADERS." Mala then giggled. She then looked at Anna and said, "Nice to see you are ok. Handle all well?"

Anna nodded and said, "Yeah. You did saw that giant zombie right?"

Mala beamed at Anna and said, "OH YES! I just love it! Love it love it love it! Amazing." Mala then nodded and said, "MOre then I expected."

A person sighed and said, "Mala, can we get to business?"

Mala smiled and then pointed a gun at the person. The person just froze and said, "Umm sor-"

A gun shot was rang and the man began to bleed from his leg. ANna sighed and just said nothing while Sean just laughed. Both of them knew that Mala had these moments and if they happen then they just happen. Mala then took a deep breath and said, "Well now. Where was I?"

Mala then looked at the map and said, "So Sean? What is up?"

Sean shook his head and said, "Busy busy. Besides working on things like that Operation Fresh you been rushing on. I have to make sure your little ships. You know those from the ORange Islands. OIN Slave, Servent, Foe and Prey are still working and improving. Then every so often doing whatever you want."

"Makes me wonder why you do it." laughed Mala out loud.

Sean joined him while Anna said, "Well whatever. IF you want thanks then thanks for being a slave."

Sean and a few of the people inside the War Room that didn't have a bullet in their leg laughed along. Sean then said, "Still what now?"

Mala looked at the map of Orre and said, "Well Arty kun wants me to do a few things. I mean really it is just one thing really. Just watch over his Kuro-kur or something like that. I am sure I mispronounce it wrong but whatever. Still we need to keep moving right?"

Mala looked at the map before her and said, "Whatever happen to that Cipher group? Are they even alive?"

Sean looked at Mala and said, "Give me a moment." He then went dazed and soon returned from his trance. "The records I was able to hacked from the Orre Military Police shows that they were disbanded. The last place then were located was on Citadark Isle."

Mala thought about it and said, "Anna? Know anything about it?"

Anna looked up at Mala and said, "Yeah. Heavy stuff there from what I heard. I use to do some pay job work for Cipher back in the day. Smuggling pokemon to Gateon and back. Got nothing good from it but there were some mess up people there I heard."

"ANything now?" asked Mala.

"Paid job. DOne." said Anna. "I don't bother with them."

Mala nodded and said, "See if you can dig up anything from Citadark Isle ok Sean?"

Sean nodded and at once looked dazed. Mala knew that if Sean wanted to do something fast then he just goes into that dazed look. He can search the web and do other things. Sean mention it was like running Doors on a Wac laptop where the Wac OS was still the main OS but via use of things called VMware he can run Doors. Mala had no idea what that meant but really she liked it.

Mala then said, "Soon Shiny kun will be here. He is a sweet man. Great swordsman. So behave. He won't tolerate screaming in pain and junk. Really I am not sure. Still we see what he can do on Citadark Isle if there is anything there."

"Back." said Sean as he looked at Mala though a computer screen. "It seems that there is some heavy guarded firewall there. Nothing hard for me but in my experience when there is a firewall there is something behind the wall. I was able to get some tidbits but I prefer that I got an up close look."

Mala smiled and said, "Well all walls were meant to be taken down right? Tear down the wallsof whatever and just do what we want." Mala then yelled and said, "Whoo ha!"

Some people did the same but in a nervous tone. It was then Anna that said, "So we are going to Citadark Isle. Then I guess I say this Mala. They got some jack up pokemon back in the day. Some crazy stuff."

Sean nodded and said, "Yeah. Old news reports said that they had Shadow Pokemon made there. If so then I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some of that stuff. It may be some useful scientic knowledge."

Mala smiled and said, "Good. It be a perfect first test for Shiny kun and his ninjas." Mala then lean on her chair and said, "Prepare to leave for Orre's vacation destination! Citadark Isle!"

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Lilycove City, Hoenn

The sobs were unmistakable. They echoed from the walls, ceiling, carrying an overwhelming amount of grief and a hint of horror. The voice cracked every few seconds, sighing quietly as though catching its breath for another earsplitting wail. My heart raced in my chest; the hairs on my neck stood at attention, allowing a shiver to trample my spine.

“Stand still.” That was Claudia’s voice, and it was tinged with apprehension. Everyone froze in compliance with her order. Now, in the stillness, the laments seemed to increase in volume, and it seemed as though the woman’s sorrow had seeped into every cell in my body… Or perhaps that was the fear. I’d never encountered a Witch before.

“Back against the wall,” Claudia said to me, and I acceded, pressing my trembling body against the cold, smooth wall. I still couldn’t detect the location of the sobbing…It seemed to be coming from all directions. I cocked the pistol awkwardly, then held it safely against my chest.

With a flick of her hand, Claudia pointed toward a reception area a few dozen yards away, and accompanied by the rest of the squad, they crept carefully in that direction. Lionel remained by my side, his back to me, gazing across the airport, as though a hawk surveying the land from high above in the air. I kept my eyes on the slinking group of four soldiers that worked their way down the aisle, guns raised, footfalls silent.

And then came the most terrifying sound of all. Silence. The crying had ceased.

Everything after that happened too fast for my mind to comprehend.

The ceiling tile overhead exploded downward, and a shriveled, gray creature lunged with breakneck speed onto the man beside me. I stumbled backwards, appalled, watching wide-eyed as the grotesque, withered woman reared up, then brought her long, pointed fingernails down into his chest. The resulting panicked cries and pained howls were tinged with the gurgle of blood as the thick, crimson liquid spewed from Lionel’s mouth and wounds. The Witch continued to tear frantically at the man, flinging pieces of his flesh into the air, and beyond her deranged cackles and Lionel’s screams of protest, I heard the footsteps of Claudia’s troops at a run toward us; but I knew they would never make it in time.

I raised the gun shakily and pulled with all my might on the trigger, flinching away as a bullet went racing from the bullet to embed itself into the Witch’s neck. She shrieked in fury, and her icy eyes turned upward on me, but I paid that no mind, blasting several more rounds into the creature. Despite my attempts to down her, she lunged, clawed hands stabbing the air in a frenzy. I dodged her attack and listened as her body slammed into the wall. I spun back around, preparing to attempt another shot when the thick, unmistakable noise of a shotgun shot tore through the air.

The slug ripped into the zombie’s head, ripping a chunk of her jaw from her body. It didn’t seem to have slowed her, any, though, for she took another leap in my direction, and instinctively I thrust my foot out into her chest, knocking her back a few feet. If she were to pin me, that would be it. The end.

A thunder of bullets erupted from somewhere behind me and drilled into the demon’s chest and head, sending everything from sharp yellowed teeth to chunks of long-dead organs clattering to the floor. The Witch stalked forward again, her movements a bit more sluggish, and swiped at me, catching my shoulder in her claw. I yowled in pain as her nails scratched into my skin and a dribble of blood gushed down my arm, but fell still in awe as Claudia leapt forth and thrust a spiked hunting knife dead into the Witch’s eye. She stumbled about wildly, thrashing, and Claudia delivered a focused kick into her chest, pinning her against the wall. And the Witch fell still.

I whimpered softly at the gash in my arm, but composed my face when I saw them all staring at me, their expressions slightly condescending. “Let’s go,” I whispered, and we jogged away from the corpse of the Witch.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 9/15

[SuperBoy]

Solo
Graffiti
Artistic Styles Warehouse, Phenac City, Orre

The sunset had filled the sky with glorious colors, featuring Phenac City exclusives such as a golden and orange mixture-type glow. The daytime clouds had faded and now the sky was clear as a freshly wiped mirror. Still, the faint smell of rain lingered around and it gave off the mood of bitterness and fatigue. Many of the city-dwellers turned in early, getting off of work to head home and feed their children. Few continued to work and drag themselves with loads and loads of paperwork. I, however, kept a casual, arrogant mood. Tonight was Quest night and we had a special mission.

Not much was known about the Kian’Zal tribe. Only the top rated scientists and archaeologists held all the valid information. Ancient scrolls and books told of unfathomable artifacts and fables that surrounded the Kian’Zal tribe. The artifacts were said to be beneficial toward the user, granting them great power and absolute pleasure. From the sounds of it, that was true. After interrogating a few Orre scientists, Graffiti some secrets toward the artifacts. As of now, I was most interested in the Bond of the White Phoenix. If it allowed me to heal myself, I was in Arceus' hands. I wouldn't be stopped, and neither would Graffiti.

Defense was the greatest offense and the Bond would allow me to prepare myself for ultimate battle that was fated to come toward us. Government would perish soon enough and all other rising organizations would be crushed too, including Nameless Soldiers, Cullen, and my personal favorite, Aqua. The Nameless Soldiers sounded like a bunch of idiots that have been longing to get their personal favorite MMORPG game to compete with the likes World of Warcraft. Cullen strongly reminded me of Colin Cancer, which was a terrible disease. And finally, Aqua sounded decent, but they daring. Too daring in fact, and they would only lose in the long run, especially to the hands of Graffiti, just like the other two would.

If Quest was going to find a decent lead on the Bond, we would have to confront the elderly. The elderly had the most information about anything. They knew about legendaries, parables, historical events, and ancient tribes. Well, hopefully they did.

As the wind began to pick up with more and more haste, Toxicroak and I made our way into the back entrance of the Artistic Styles Warehouse building. Inside was the usual appearance; a clean, spacious warehouse, decorated with sexual posters and dartboards. And of course, the people were still the same.

Hope, female. Operation tactician. The princess that had the mind of an extreme logician and an historical genius. Although she usually held back and took defense inside of the warehouse, she always supported us with supreme knowledge and the most genius of plans. Even though I was the most feared man in Orre, she still found faults in me and helped me correct them...

“I thought you wouldn't make it tonight, kid...” Hope sarcastically stated, stuffing her mouth with a handful of corn chips. “Bingo. You proved me wrong.”

Dice, male. Trickster. Although he was only a teenager, he had dropped out of high-school to join Quest. He was the master of tricks and he always joked around. His tricks usually ended up in blood and torn limbs. And he loved the sight of it...

“Solo is older than you, Hope. I swear...I just want to hit you upside the noggin' at times.” Dice sighed, lighting a cigarette and inserting it into his mouth. “And to think that I dropped out of school to me people like you...”

And Dice laughed afterward, knowing that he had every right to laugh. After all, joking was what he did best.

Cooler, male. The Brawn. He sported a massive muscular build, easily bench pressing many pounds a day. He made Dice look like a twig and Hope look like a straw. He was monstrous and even I would bet that he could break the sound barrier with a single bang of his fist.

“Cut the chatter you two. He made it and that's all that matters. Get real.” Cooler exclaimed, aggravated at the mindless chatter. “Let's prepare our supplies.”

Dream, female. Second-in-command. Although I was the head leader of Quest, Dream always gave the orders. She was usually the only one that understood where I came from and knew the power that I had within this continent. She also contained the negotiation skills of a powerful pact maker. She could easily persuade and talk to people, leading them into the deepest temptations.

“Wasting time isn't something I'm too fond of.” Dream plainly said, tying the laces to her sneakers. “We need to get going. Go over the plan one last time, Solo.”

I made my way toward the brown sofa and threw myself onto it, relaxing my legs onto the coffee table that lay before me. I then rested my head onto the pillow, watching as Toxicroak climbed onto Dice's head.

“There isn't much to say. We simply head to Agate Village and approach the elderly.” I said in a mildly bored tone. “We retrieve our information and we're done. We'll have the Bond in no time...”

Hope stared at me with a glare and then began to chuckle, which ultimately resulted comic relief erupting from Cooler. She then slapped Cooler and watched as he brought his attention back toward me, and then began to speak herself.

“And what if they put up resistance?” She asked, trying to hold in her laughter. “That does happen you know...”

Dream and I stared at each other, and as she finished preparing herself and packing her supplies, I rose up out of my seat.

“These people are too old to do anything to Quest. They don't know up from down, left from right, or graffiti from ordinary art. They just know their history, and that's all we'll be there for.” I retorted, giving the notion for the Toxicroak and the team to head out.

“Please say it! Please say it!” Dice yelled, grabbing his stuff as he followed behind the rest of Quest. “You know you want to Solo!”

“Yeah, yeah...whatever.” I replied. “Just leave Dice to it if they try to fight back.”

“Oh, hell yes!” Dice screamed, trying to keep his balance as he shut the door to the warehouse.

This was Quest; Graffiti's finest crew, and if I knew correctly, having me and Dream would make any mission successful, which already gave me the mindset from the get go...

...the Bond of the White Phoenix was already ours...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 9/25

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Lilycove City, Hoenn

Surprisingly enough, we encountered little in the way of the zombie swarms once we left the airport. It seemed as though the chaos that we had witnessed when we had flown in had distracted the majority of them, attracting them to the other humans that had been or still were in Lilycove. However, I didn’t count out the zombies that still laid in wait. Certainly there would be thousands in the city, but luckily we managed to find a route of back-roads and alleys within downtown Lilycove and only had to deal with a few dozen. I refused to fire my weapon unless it was necessary. I wasn’t the best of shots, and even more importantly, the sensation of firing the gun was much too thrilling for me to handle. It empowered me with a sense of power, like, I was invincible when I held it in my hand, aiming. It endowed me confidence that never would have existed otherwise, and this scared me. I feared that continued use might lead to a dependence on the weapon, and I certainly was not intent on becoming one of those damn trigger-happy lunatics that I often heard of in Aqua

Lionel had managed to survive the Witch attack, but clung to life by such a thin string that we didn’t dare try to take him with us. Moving him would result in immediate death, and so we left him there, praying that he wouldn’t transform into one of those demented creatures. All we could do was hope… Hope was rare these days.

We had traveled a good five miles or so through the city, at a constant run, when one of the soldiers named George halted us, extracting some sort of electronic device from his pocket. It beeped and blinked and looking awfully interesting, but I dared not even attempt to interpret the intricate map that was laid blatantly across the screen. A large green dot flickered somewhere near the middle, and I could only assume that that pinpointed our location.

“Intelligence tells us that Curtis Turnage’s transmission came from somewhere in this area,” George informed us, his eyes never leaving the digital map. I gazed around, noticing that we had stopped in an alleyway between two apartment buildings. This was, no doubt, a rundown neighborhood, and even now, after Hoenn’s Apocalypse, I felt apprehensive being in a place like this. I paced to the end of the lane and gazed around the side of the apartment, instant knowledge springing to my mind.

“I think I know where he is…” I muttered smugly, pointing in the direction of the massive building on the other side of the street. It was not so much tall as it was wide, stretching out as far as I could see from side to side, its windows all cracked and dirty. It was encompassed by a high, sturdy fence. Barbed wire gathered in thick, chaotic tangles at the top. A sign near the padlocked gate was clearly marked ‘TEGK’ – the supposedly cryptic facility we’d been told he would be at.

“So much for top-secret,” I scoffed, following the others as they trotted across the street. We need not have even checked to see if it was unlocked, for the steel padlock on the outside clearly told us otherwise.

“Charizard.” George murmured, a Pokeball falling from his limp hand. The familiar flash and groan of the approaching creature were held in the cold hazy air momentarily before the brilliant orange Pokemon soared from the ground. The dragon flapped its wings for a moment, climbing up to fifty feet or so before descending down to stand at its trainer’s side, obviously knowledgeable of what George wanted. It inhaled deeply, then burst forth a deluge of flames. They licked against the metal, curling the steel back. The stench of burning clogged the air, and I was preparing to cover my nose when the lock snapped clean off, and we hastened quickly into the area.

The drive leading up to the discrete front door took a few minutes to walk, and Claudia blasted a slug from her shotgun to break the lock. I begin to doubt this place’s validity. If it was this effortless to infiltrate, what importance could they really be hiding here?

The air inside was stale, like an old attic. Each of my companions innately clicked on their flashlights, as to illuminate the gloom, and I immediately noticed just how abandoned this place really was. Dirt begrimed the tile and cobwebs clung to the ceiling. It seemed that this facility had once been a pristine place of operation, but now it resembled all of the other buildings in Hoenn. Extinct. Deserted.

“Mr. Turnage?” Claudia called into the building, and we shifted down the hallway, peering into each of the rooms as we went. Most held the same sort of scientific equipment that would be expected: microscopes, graphs of some sort, test tubes, graduated cylinders, projectors. I, for one, wasn’t impressed.

It was then that we came to the last door at the end of the hallway, marked clearly with an ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ sign by the side of the door. It was even equipped with a large keypad at the side. Cameras peered down at us from every angle outside of the door. I was almost impressed… Almost.

“Javier, disable that keypad,” Claudia ordered in her husky, official tone, and the recruit nearest to me moved hastily to the set of numbers next to the door. He pulled a bunch of wires and metal clips from within the pack at his belt, as well as a keypad of his own. It took him only seconds to punch in a sequence of numbers after they were all connected, and the door gave a reassuring beep as it slid open mechanically.

A loud, smooth voice greeted us from the inside as we stepped in, making me jump.

“Ahh. I’ve been waiting.”

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 10/15

[SuperBoy]

Solo
Graffiti
En Route to Agate Village, Orre

Nighttime was typically the best time, especially for a crew like Quest. We were stealthy, original, and creative amongst the world. We were dangerous, highly-ranked, and Graffiti's ultimate weapon. We always understood the details of our mission, more specifically the rest of Quest did, while I came up with them. I don't know what I did to be blessed with an organization like Graffiti, but whatever it was, it was good. I ran Orre, ran Graffiti, and would soon run the world. With the help of Quest and Graffiti's top leaders, I would accomplish the premier objective in no time.

All five of us had flying-type Pokemon to aid us in travel situations. I, myself, had an Altaria, extremely loyal toward me and the best damn flying Pokemon in all of Orre. Hope had a Pidgeot, raised from its youngest stage and grew to be the fastest bird Pokemon out there. Next was Dice, and he had a Skarmory. His Skarmory wasn't all that strong, but it was just as good a trickster as Dice was. Cooler attained his Fearow in his teenage years, and ever since then, he's trained it to almost match the power of my Altaria. And finally, Dream had a Flygon, the fiercest one in the land, and one with leadership. Without her Flygon, all the other bird Pokemon would seem useless. These were our means up transportation within the skies and as long as these specific bird Pokemon were trained by us, they'd forever be considered “legendary”.

The trip to Agate village would take at least another two and a half hours, and honestly, there were things I could be doing until then. Hope, Cooler, and Dice had all fallen asleep upon their Pokemon, as their Pokemon took initiative and followed Dream and her Flygon. Meanwhile, I wasn't going to sleep, because it would be pointless to wake up only a couple hours later.

“And what's keepin' you awake?” Dream asked, as she turned looked back at me. “Can't count enough Mareep to put yourself to sleep?”

I gave her a blank stare and pulled out my newly purchased Zeta Phone. “I don't see the point in sleepin' right now. Besides, I got to send a few messages anyways.”

Dream smiled and turned back around, peering forward to observe the land before her.

“Well, that's what they all say...” She mumbled.

“Dream...you've never met anyone like me before. I'm not part of the common group.” I quickly replied, looking up from my phone. “There's only one Solo; and that's me.”

She turned around one more time and glared at me, smiling then yawning afterward.

“I suppose you're right about that.” She retorted. “Lead the way, will ya'? I'm going to get myself some rest. Night...”

I watched as she rested upon her Flygon's back and then shut her eyes. Now, I was in charge. I signaled for Altaria to move a bit faster so that she may lead the rest of the group.

“Alright. Now, to take care of some things...” I whispered to myself, entering the text-messaging portion on my Zeta Phone.

Slowly, I selected Mala Aspecto's name and began to type my message.

To You:

It's time we reveal the secrets of the world, wouldn't you agree? Government has destroyed in anyway and Art has left without leaving a trace of his whereabouts. I suppose that he's taken off for a relaxation period; he's been feeling under the weather anyway...

Coming back to the main point, don't ask questions, but instead, just know this: you don't answer to Art Miller. You answer to orders and Graffiti. You're second-in-command and you have that position for a reason, Aspecto. Honor it. Also, I would like to congratulate you on acquiring the OIN Slave, OIN Servant, OIN Prey, and the OIN Foe. Accomplishing this task proves your amount of skill and talent. Don't allow it to go to waste, Mala.

For your reward, you are allowed to rename the ships as you please, but make sure to name one of my choice. Rename the OIN Slave into the OIN Dreadnought and as for the rest, keep it fancy.

Lastly, I have one mission for you. If you are back at Gateon Port, follow these precise instructions. Check on the current construction of the Orre Oceanic Force and the “Sheer Cold Station”. I already sent a large team to begin work on the project and I just need you to monitor it. Perhaps if you set down one of your skilled engineers to stay and help with the project, it will be done much faster.

Until next time, Solo over and out.

And then, I clicked the “SEND” button, watching as the screen replied with the phrase “Message Sent”. Due to the current technology in the world, Mala would receive the message within a few minutes, but she wouldn't reply right away.

The Graffiti Pacifist was an idiotic project that Art started. Effective, but dangerous toward my own land. However, I wasn't just going to stop construction. If absolutely necessary, it would be force that couldn't be fathomed against enemies and resistance. On another note, the Orre Oceanic Force was an underwater torpedo system that was to be built along the whole Western Coastline. Alongside that, the “Sheer Cold Station” would be built, and it would be the first underwater military and Graffiti station implanted into the Western Coastline.

As for now, I knew I could kick back and relax, because as I peered forward, I began to recognize the tiny spec that was known as Agate Village. We still had a couple of hours, but we'd be there soon...

...Soon enough...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 10/25
Orre Oceanic Force - 1/30
“Sheer Cold Station” - 1/30

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Cinnabar Island



Once Zane was finished with painting the Mercenary, he called upon his Slowking to teleport him to Cinnabar Island.Zane was walking along the Pokemon Mansion slowly, trying to aquire any clues to where the artifacts might have been. Having finished the Mercenary, and Cynthia working on a System to prevent hacking from the other groups. Having found nothing, he walked out to the shore line of Cinnabar. He began sketching some specs for Anti-Air/Water guns. Once he could finish with these, he could astart mass distributing them along the shorelines of Kanto.

~

Back at the base, Cynthia was typing away at the computer keys. Martha and Charlotte watched in awe as the seven year old typed away at the computer keys. Cynthis easily became annoyed at the staring of the Grace sisters.

"Do you mind!?" demanded Cynthia. Just as she spoke the words the duo left the room like a pack of wild Tauros. CXynthia turned back to the screen to see how the programming was going. She realized then that she had to reprogrm the entire defense system of the Nameless HQ.




Projects
Mercenary [Finished]
Anti-Air/Water defenses [1/13]
Program hacking defense system [1/10]

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

I must confess, at first, I was concerned about the stress and fatigue that would overcome my companions. Most of them were extremely anxious when entering Sky Pillar, though I know they tried to hide it. They built up many superstitions, they did not know how long they would be there, and most importantly, there was the fear of the unknown... I expected them also to become tired quite quickly after such a long journey, and really, it was my intent to rest inside the protection of the tower itself. Not that I needed to worry, in retrospect, for the outdoors would have served just as well.

But something about Sky Pillar seemed to promote contentment, serenity, energy, and passion in myself and my companions... All of them seemed invigorated, even after being up for 28 hours, many of them even bouncing off the floor, tapping their fingers, and performing many playful acts that they would normally never do and most likely forgotten. Many of them seem calmer and more passionate then I have ever seen them, going up through the extravagantly designed floors with their stresses melting away.

I felt it too... And it troubled me. I don’t know why, but I found myself resisting the emotions, attempting to focus on the task at hand. We passed through a library of countless shelves and white steel tablets written in engraved black in their ancient language, several floors of what seemed to be living quarters, a room bathed in light, soil, plants, water, and grass and water type pokemon, seemingly a hydroponics field, and then a temple with marble Corinthian-like columns, a walkway made out of gemstones, and countless seats made out of that same white steel. No actual test so far... Or am I just looking in the wrong place?

The answer came in the form of another dead body sitting calmly in front of the altar, in some form of meditation, gazing up at the ceiling above... A letter was clearly placed in front of him, and reading it, we had several more hints to go by now. It seemed that Sky Pillar was gradually picking off the Falco team by some intense pleasurable feeling - the way he described it was much stronger then what I and my companions felt now - that seemed to grow stronger with each floor, causing them to forget about the mission and stay at Sky Pillar until they die. There were other statements there that worried me... members of his team becoming disoriented, confused, their mental capacities being lowered by something...

Then in one grim flash of understanding, I realized that we were being tested after all. A subtle, morbid force, a danger in apparent safety, a trap in disguise. Only now did I realize that I wasn’t thinking fully straight, that my reflexes were a little off... then I looked around, and they were all showing the same symptoms, many more advanced then mine. The less durable ones were already stumbling, and I could see the fatigue in everyone’s eyes...

Sleep deprivation... caused by the vast surge of natural chemicals and constant happiness in us, causing us to feel wide awake even when we were dangerously tired... I realize, with equal grimness, that many of us have forgotten to eat or drink, or have done so irregularly and infrequently... We have been denying ourselves the essentials of life, and have been unwillingly and unwittingly committing slow suicide the entire time...

Quickly telling the Machamp and Slaking hybrids to bring out a large amount of food and water, while having several others go back down to the hydroponic field, I start grabbing plates for everyone and serving up large portions for them all. Making sure they were all eating and drinking (with telepathic influence many times when they tried to do something else), I quickly ingest my portion and then check on the hybrids I sent down. After making sure they were safe and everyone was well supplied, I had several hypnosis waves sent through the entire group, forcing them to get some sleep.

I felt myself losing consciousness too... but I could not sleep that deeply. I had to keep watch over the others, even subconsciously, to make sure they didn’t harm themselves. But I could not turn back - I needed to get the eye and find clues on the other artifacts. No... We will keep going forward. I know we can overcome whatever challenges Sky Pillar sends at us, as long as we keep our wits and determination intact.

When I woke up and got my team ready to move on, I knew they could go to the end and back, and as I saw them talking vibrantly and readying their supplies, revitalized and ready to go, I knew my confidence was well placed.

“Let’s move out! A chocolate bar to whoever reaches the next floor first!”


Astral Wolf - 23.33% complete (3.33% per post) [30 posts]

Prometheus Virus - 28% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced EMP missile - 28% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Strain - 24% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

Enhanced Anthrax Vaccine - 24% complete (4% per post) [25 posts]

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Moving down

“What’s that, Vance?” Sanders asked through the walkie-talkie, his voice loud enough to be heard by the entire group.

Vance spoke loudly, as he was still typing and sitting at the computer, “you might want to have your group come on down; I know that those whatever-they-are’s will want to see it. It’s not really just one thing, there’s quite a few interesting things in this computer, not the least of which is a piece of Farco’s notes.”

There was a slight audible gasp from the other side of the talkie as the other brought in the news. Whatever was uncovered wasn’t well known, but that was really the point. It was something that most everyone didn’t understand, something new and incredible. That meant that if they were able to study it, to try to understand it, there was a good chance that they would learn something they didn’t before and be able to use that something to further their technology or power.

“Stay there,” the order came from another voice, “we’ll come to you.”

“No can do, boss,” Sol said, her choice all the bit cheerful. “We’ve found a secret elevator and we’re going to continue our search down in the secret labs. Vance has already done a preliminary analysis from the computer; he found an application that connected the two and everything but the video cameras are still up.”

“Be careful,” Sanders said, his voice grim. There was no point in not letting them go, they knew they were taking a chance the minute they left on the mission, and they were just doing what they split up to do in the first place. There was always the chance for something to go wrong, they had been in danger the minute they crossed the ocean into the new continent.

“Will do, boss!” Sol responded before skipping off to join the other two men who were sitting at the elevator’s entrance, waiting for their teammates to finish their report. Vance reached over and turned off the talkie’s speaker before getting up, leaving the computer programs up but taking the now full flash drive filled with the files from the computer.

With a small sigh the young adult stood up, closing his eyes. He could feel that there was going to be danger in the laboratory, there would be something that would endanger the life of every member of the small team. Still, it was imperative that they went down, if there was anything else interesting in the complex it would be down there.

He reached the small group in a small amount of time; the scientist apparently wanted his office close to the laboratory interest, it was obvious that he was pretty dedicated to his work. Most of the decrypted files had to do with his supposed work, a lot of facts, statements and chemicals found crammed into page after page of documents. It was impossible for anyone in the team to understand it; one would have to be a brilliant scientist or studying that particular branch of science to be able to do anything with it.

“Is it up?” Vance asked as he reached the others, “is it fully operational and safe?”

“From what we can tell,” one of the men said with a shrug, clicking the button for the elevator. It came up and stopped with a ding, signaling the opening of the doors. The elevator was simple but nice, clean and bright, with plenty of space. They climbed in and clicked one of the two buttons, hearing a faint chime as the doors closed and elevator music sounded through the small space.

‘Here we go again …’ Vance thought to himself as he sat down for a moment, gathering his strength for the undeniable plight that was to come.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 11/20
HK-71 plans: 11/30
NU Sea Turtle: 9/20
Special Explosives: 4/10

OOC: Posted before work ;_;.

Vance Gray
Graffiti
En route to
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Unnnnnnnnggggghhhhh

“****,” Vance mumbled to himself the second the elevator doors were opened, “I just knew something like this would happen.” In one deft movement he released two of his Pokémon, immediately ordering them into defensive positions. Leaning over he made sure the elevator was locked on this level with the door opened, dropping the Poké Ball for Mr. Mime behind him so that his defensive Pokémon would be safe inside the elevator.

In front of them were a mess of zombies, though thankfully all that were in the first room were the slow, shambling creatures that were like the grunts of the zombie army. As a single unit all of the creatures turned to face the intruders, the inaudible moans issuing from their decomposing lips. A few of the zombie’s jaws were broken, hanging down uselessly. Others were in similar state of rot, with lips hanging down past their jaws and eyeballs hanging out of their sockets. The team had already gotten used to the strange looks of their opponents however, the huge array of vids of the creatures already steeling them enough to be able to meet the creatures without retching.

The two soldiers then started firing, aiming with ruthless efficiency at the monsters and hitting them where it hurt: the brain. The shots were lethal, downing them with a single bullet, one falling right after the other. There were enough to cause a problem, though, as the creatures continued slowly moving forward towards their goal, oblivious to everything else that was happening. It wasn’t until Vance and Sol started firing that they started to slow; even though the two weren’t good shots they could still kill a few by shooting randomly into the mass of zombies. Of course, it helped that Farfetch’d and Ninjask were darting in and out, Fafetch’d using his leek to slash their heads off and Ninjask cutting all of their vital tendons and rendering them useless, all the while being protected by Mr. Mime.

It was a good thing he had thought of this and let loose Mr. Mime, as it kept his Farfetch’d from being hit by the Smoker’s tongue as it suddenly flew from out of the shadows. As the tongue was brushed back suddenly all hell broke loose, and Hunters started jumping out of the shadows, followed by the barbed tongues of the smokers. Within seconds the room was covered with smoke, causing the four teammates to back up next to the elevator, making sure that they would not hit each other in confusion. This also allowed them to protect each other should a Hunter suddenly leap on somebody; pulling them off before the evolved zombie was able to do any lasting damage.

“Where is it,” Vance mumbled to himself, just knowing that it couldn’t be this easy, “where’s the Tank? I know there’s one around here somewhere, there always is. It just can’t be this easy.” Of course, that was when a wall suddenly busted open, a giant lumbering creature appearing in the dust and debris. “There it is,” the young man said with a hint of a smile, “I’m happy just to get this out of the way.”

“Stop talking to yourself and fire!” one of the men screamed as he dropped his handgun and took out his shotgun, firing round upon round into the hulking menace. Still the monster charged forward even as his muscle flew off bit by bit with the force of the shells until even tendons and bone would filling the room as well. But still the Tank charged into the room, ignoring the pain and instead howling an angry and hungry call, sending shivers down the spine of all four of the humans. And suddenly the creature was there, hammering his fist into one of the men, knocking him against the wall. The creature tried to do the same to Vance, though at the last second Mr. Mime threw up a shield, blocking most of the damage and instead just forcing him onto his back in the elevator.

‘We need to finish this,’ Vance mumbled as he dropped another of his Poké Balls, letting out his Butterfree. The bug instantly showered down a mass of pollen, the spores attempting to stun the hulking beast. It wasn’t enough, however, until Ninjask and Farfetch’d join the spree; Farfetch’d cutting into the deep muscles of the things throat and Ninjask cutting on the muscles of his legs, bringing the beast down.

“This is for Lucas!” the second man yelled, moving up from his crouching spot next to his friend who now had a pool of blood coming from where his head hit the wall. He took his now dead friend’s shotgun, bringing it up to the beast’s proportionally small head, shooting shell after shell into the thing’s head. Within two shots the creature was finally dead, though the angered man kept firing until all of the shells were out, and even then he bashed its head in until there was only a bloody mass left.

And that was only the first room.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 12/20
HK-71 plans: 12/30
NU Sea Turtle: 10/20
Special Explosives: 5/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 4/?

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldiers
Nameless HQ

Remidra had just about gotten to the part where Poseidon was brutally battering the ship with waves when she heard footsteps. Her ears perked up and her eyes drifted away from the rough paper, he was coming back. She could tell from the precision of his steps, and the noise his boots made on the floor. She sighed and moved her head back to her book, pretending not to notice him. It was a difficult task as he strut down the hallway, she wanted to look up and sneer at him for no apparent reason, probably her natural instinct to piss off anyone of power around her. She pushed the feeling to the back of her head and tried to become more engrossed in the book. It was not working.

He dropped some paper’s onto her lap, she sighed and dog-eared the page before snapping the book shut with great force, enough to crush her finger if she had not moved it at the last second. Putting the book away with one hand she lifted the papers to her blue eyes with the other.

“You have now been assigned to be an assistant on the VS6 ICBM, Empress's Revenge submarine, and the Stingray Assault Submersible. I expect your skills will be useful in keeping the Directors in their place." He ordered. Remidra fought back of a wave of resentment at his tone, pushing it down with a s much force and patience as she possessed.

So…he is babysitting me, by making be baby-sit his directors? Makes sense I suppose, from his air, the director’s must be quite full of themselves she mused in her mind

She was on her feet, readjusting her shirt from the awkward position on the floor. She bent down to pick up her sketch pad, that had been laying face down onto the floor. When she was vertical again she flipped the sketch pad over and showed it to him, its frame lying delicately in her long finger’s. She had no clue whether he would be impressed, annoyed, confused, or maybe even a bit shocked at what she had done.

“Did a quick sketch of my idea” she muttered, all of a sudden un-pleased by her somewhat odd handwriting at the bottom. Shadow Wraith it read. She wished she had taken a calligraphy class, her handwriting always had bothered her as a child.

She was getting tired of holding it out, so she quickly lunged at his side, pulled his arms in front of him and laid the sketch pad onto them. It was a quick, almost blurred movement as she wrenched his hands from his side and placed the sketch pad on them. While she knew he would probably be fuming she turned around and slung the backpack over one shoulder.

“So, keeping track of the directors…” she ventured. “This is just a task to see if I can actually behave myself is it not? And a way to get you out of babysitting your egotistical man-children.” she sighed. “Either way, before I start I think I need to, well, clean myself up a bit” she pointed at herself with a elegant sweep of her hand. Wet shirt, jeans, disgruntled hair and all.

She was still wondering how he would take the jerking of his arms, and her straight forward way of guessing his intentions. Truthfully, she hoped he would not blow up at her. Her nerves were frazzled enough as it was and she did not need her temper to be kindled any further then it already was. If that happened she was sure she would be leaving this place in hand cuff’s, or perhaps maybe even a straight jacket wrapped around her thin frame. And that kind of thing was not good for nursing her temper in the least. Nor did she feel like incapacitating him if her angered her, he did not seem all that bad, when you got past his rules, his strictness and maybe his pre-convinced notions about her.


Projects:
VS6 ICBM: 2/20
Empress's Revenge: 8/20
Stingray: 11/15

[SuperBoy]

Solo
Graffiti
Agate Village, Orre

And so we arrived, and without any problems. The night had returned to its formed resting place while the sun danced into the blue sky. All of Quest was refreshed by the time they woke up, and when they saw that we had successfully made it into Agate Village, smiles grew upon their faces. Their bird Pokemon seemed a bit exhausted, not majorly, but still showed signs. It would be best if they gained their required amount of sleep just in case we needed to evacuate the village or head out. We had to stay prepared for anything.

Hopefully, Mala received the message right now. It was important that she at least checked on the current construction on both the Orre Oceanic Force and the “Sheer Cold Station”. Both were absolutely necessary to the Western Coastlines of Orre, and after they were completed, I'd send a team to begin work on the Eastern Coastline. As I stated before, we needed to be ready for anything, and if any warships or such were to dare to cross the Western Coastline, they'd be in for a world of hurt.

As we all began to descend toward the village entrance, I looked behind me to make sure that everyone was still intact and prepared for anything. Hope had just woken up, same with Dice, and Cooler and Dream had woken up a half an hour ago, preparing themselves for the soon to come landing. Quest was ready and I was ready, and now, it was time to search the village for the artifact information.

“Wipe your faces and give your Pokemon a rest.” I commanded, watching as my Altaria was sucked back into her Pokeball. “You know the mission. Find the Elders, extract info, and get the hell outta' here. The faster we do this, the faster we can get the Bond.”

The rest of Quest nodded their heads in agreement as if too tired to talk and returned their Pokemon into their rightful Pokeballs. Hope then walked in front of the group, ready to navigate us to the Elder house. Again, she was the brains and usually stayed behind, but this time, she was ready to go on the field. She wasn't in any danger; she had the rest of us to defend her.

“This is a small village, so it's damn near impossible to get lost.” Hope firmly stated, tightening her shoe laces. “Just follow me and we'll be there in no time.”

Once more, Quest agreed and we all began to walk through the entrance to the village. We were welcomed by the town sign that said “Welcome to Agate Village: The Timeless Land”. Around us was a Pokemon Center, a Pokemon Mart, and several homes, housing small families. Children that were outside playing dropped some of the things they were doing to stare us down. Others ran inside their house and tugged on their mothers' aprons, pulling them outside to inform them of the foreign villagers.

They had never seen people like us before. It wasn't natural, especially for the style of clothing we wore. I myself was equipped with urban-style clothing and had tattoos on my neck, forearms, and stomach. The children...were frightened, but we weren't here to do anything to them. Little did they know that I was the one that ran their country and that I was the most feared man also.

“It should be...this house. The one with the brown rooftop...” Hope stated, pointing toward a semi-large house, decorated with blooming flowers and pinwheels. “Yea'. I'm pretty sure that this is the one.”

The lot of us stared at the house. We didn't see how people could live in such beautiful homes, well...beautiful was the word the people of Agate would use...

“Um...let's go in yeah? Knock or what?” Dice questioned, looking toward Hope.

“We're not here for criminal purposes. Let's just knock and get this over with.” I firmly stated, knocking on the wooden door afterward.

I, and the rest of Quest, awaited for an answer from the innocent bystanders that lived in this home. If Hope was correct, then these were the people that held the knowledge of the Bond. Whether it came from reading books or actually knowing researchers from the Farco team, they still held knowledge too, and we needed it. After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing the pale face of an elderly man. He wore a white robe and had a long white beard, giving him a sage-type look. In his right hand, he held a cane, most likely to help him with his leg or back problems, and he wore thin glasses across his eyes.

“I don't have what you need, I'm sorry...” The old mumbled, beginning to shut the door on our faces.

Quickly, Cooler stepped toward the front of the door and pushed it open, forcing the elderly man to back up. He was surprised at the sheer power that Cooler had in him, and as of now, he knew that there would be problems if he didn't cooperate.

“Quit playin' the damn games and cooperate, will ya'?” Cooler demanded, allowing the rest of us to walk into his house. “Tell us what you know about that Bond of the White Feather, or whatever.”

“It's the Bond of the White Phoenix.” Dice corrected, sitting down on the man's sofa. “But yes, tell us what you know. We're not here to hurt you.”

With haste, the man backed himself into the wall, grabbed a golden Pokeball off the ground, and threw it toward us, unleashing a fierce Pikachu. The Pikachu stood its ground in front of its master, showing signs of anger while bolts of electricity erupted from the red circles on his cheeks.

In retaliation, Cooler released his Mawile and we all watched as it stood its ground against the defensive Pikachu. We could all already smell a battle in the air. I wasn't going to stop it, simply because this would allow me to learn the amount of power this old man had.

“Use Crunch!” Cooler commanded, as his Mawile ran toward the Pikachu.

We all knew this battle would end quickly, especially when Cooler was involved. As his Mawile charged toward the Pikachu, it gave a fell swipe for the Crunch, but with excellent reflexes, the Pikachu evaded the attack. Quickly, the man stood up and knew he had a chance to win this battle.

“Alright, just like we practiced! Thunder Wave!” He screamed as his Pikachu made contact with Mawile and paralyzed it from the waist down. At this point, Cooler was losing, and even worse, to an old man. He might have been experienced, but Cooler was apart of Quest. We never lost.

Suddenly, the Pikachu began to charge a massive amount of electricity around its body, and we all watched as the man began to speak in a new tongue. Just as I had thought, a Hybrid! The elderly man was a Hybrid. He was speaking to his Pikachu in a foreign language.

<Volt Tackle...> The old man commanded, and luckily, since I was a Hybrid, I understood his every word. <Knock him through the windows.>

The Pikachu nodded in agreement and without much further delay and charged toward Cooler's Mawile making full impact and crashing it through the window. At this point, Mawile was in deep trouble and judging by what I heard next, the old man wanted his Pikachu to finish it off with an Iron Tail. Quickly, I released my Garchomp and then began to speak to it.

<Thrash it.> I commanded, watching as Garchomp sped out of the window and grabbed Pikachu by the neck, ripping a massive gash into its side.

<Hell yea'!> Garchomp screamed, throwing the Pikachu down afterward. <Graffiti never loses!>

As the battle ended, Quest had won; more specifically, I had won. Quest, as well as myself, and the old man, ran outside to check the current conditions of the Pokemon. Mawile was down and out, Pikachu was bleeding severely, and Garchomp stood as the champion. We all watched as Cooler was stunned with disbelief and returned his Mawile, while the old man knelt beside his Pikachu and began to shed tears left and right.

“Hybrids always cheat, don't they?” I mumbled, returning my Garchomp to its Pokeball. “Now, you've witnessed our strength. Cooperate. Now.”

The old man returned his Pikachu to his Pokeball and knew that he had to get it to a Pokemon Center, and fast...

“Follow me to the Pokemon Center. We'll talk along the way...” The old man said, slowly getting up, and leading us toward the Pokemon Center. He was obviously afraid of us and knew that he had no choice but to give us the information that we wanted.

“See, now if we had that Bond of the White Phoenix, we'd be able to heal your Pikachu right now. But, we don't!” Dice screamed, laughing all the way.

“The comic relief needs to end now, Dice. Cut it out.” Dream commanded. “What's your name old man?”

The old man hesitated for a second, but then quickly got his act together. As we entered the Pokemon Center, he filled out a few papers, turned in his Pikachu, and then sat down with us at a vacant table.

“My name is Morpheus.” The man said, leaning back in his seat. “You beat me, you earned it. Tell me what it is you exactly want to know...”

The whole lot of us stared at Morpheus and each of us slowly took a seat. It was fair game, fair rules. We won, we get our reward. I cleared my throat and spoke up.

“The Bond. Tell me more about the Bond of the White Phoenix...”

Morpheus began to break into a small laughter and soon got back to attention.

“Sure, you can have it...” Morpheus said sarcastically. “You'll just have to find the Time Flute and talk this matter over with the Bond's guardian.”

Guardian. Who the hell was that? The time flute would be another ordeal; another puzzle to finish. We'd probably be able to find it with a couple of clues.

“And who would that damn guardian be?” Dice asked, now become slightly more interested.

“Why, yeh' don't know? Well...” Morpheus paused.

“It's Celebi...”


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 11/25
Orre Oceanic Force - 2/30
“Sheer Cold Station” - 2/30

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Private Airport, Lilycove City, Hoenn

As Yuki fought on, his arms feeling as though they were attached to his body by unravelling thread, he started to feel a light heat behind him, a single glimmer of light that was quickly absorbed by the black depths of his armour. Dawn, dawn was here, the sun was coming, and it was all about to end. Tearing off his helmet, no longer having a need for the thermal and night vision functions, Yuki fell to his knees, his legs turned to jelly from sheer overwhelming relief. They had won, they had fought hundreds upon hundreds of enemies and they had came out alive. They had survived a battle which most people would not even dare speak of, and they were all still alive. One man and five Pokemon, against an infinite Horde, they were odds that nobody would bet on, and they had won..

It had started simply enough. Clear the airport well enough that the plane could come in for a landing. What they had all not counted for was that the zombies attracted each other, the spilt blood and guts like a beacon for all others of their kind, in what used to be arguably one of the most densely populated cities in the world. In the end, it had become an eight hour long endurance marathon against opponents who only had one goal in mind:

Braaaiiinsss

With that totally random thought, the warrior started to laugh, and did not stop until the zombies had all staggered away, avoiding the sunlight like the plague. By that time, his Pokemon had all gathered around him, each as tired as the next, but capable of worry nonetheless. Yuki had never been a master Trainer, but at the very least, he had managed to have his Pokemon be like a family unto each other, and it was times like these that it showed.

"It's nothing everyone. C'mon, let's go find Marisa."

He lifted himself to his feet, and dragged his way towards the massive buildings in the distance, picking up his fallen equipment as he went.

"Man, I need a shower."

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 10/15

Marisa Vermillion
Etherlight Industries Complex, Lilycove City, Hoenn

Marisa hummed pleasantly as she moved, quickly exiting the basement levels that made up the Weapons Research and Development Sector and heading towards the rooftop where she could contact Leon, who was still somewhere else altogether. She had just crossed the ground floor when she realised the sun had already risen, and heaved a sigh of relief. Zombies did not work well under sunlight, so they instinctively retreated when the sun came, and that meant only good things for Yuki, who had been fighting far longer than any human had any business doing.

"Oh, wait... Crap."

Speeding up to a run, Marisa went up the stairs as quickly as she could, and when she found that she was being slowed down far too much due to the stair-unfriendly trolley, she tossed all the things within at her Pokemon, carrying as much as she could herself. She had to get out of this place, quickly. At least, if she wanted to live.

She had to get out of the darkness.

Her fears were quickly confirmed when she heard the distinctive shuffling and groaning of the undead below her, as the zombies quickly started to file in with an organized chaos. Now that the outdoors were lit up, all they could do was to move indoors, and the Complex was the closest large building around.

"I knew I should have locked those doors when we passed them! Everyone, move quickly! We don't want those things catching up with us!"

It was hardly a race against time, but then again, a race against cannibalistic zombies was probably worse.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Edition: 10/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Edition: 10/25

|OoC| Short post is short.

[Dr Scott]

OOC: Posted before work ;_;.

Vance Gray
Graffiti
En route to
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Unnnnnnnnggggghhhhh

“Shit,” Vance mumbled to himself the second the elevator doors were opened, “I just knew something like this would happen.” In one deft movement he released two of his Pokémon, immediately ordering them into defensive positions. Leaning over he made sure the elevator was locked on this level with the door opened, dropping the Poké Ball for Mr. Mime behind him so that his defensive Pokémon would be safe inside the elevator.

In front of them were a mess of zombies, though thankfully all that were in the first room were the slow, shambling creatures that were like the grunts of the zombie army. As a single unit all of the creatures turned to face the intruders, the inaudible moans issuing from their decomposing lips. A few of the zombie’s jaws were broken, hanging down uselessly. Others were in similar state of rot, with lips hanging down past their jaws and eyeballs hanging out of their sockets. The team had already gotten used to the strange looks of their opponents however, the huge array of vids of the creatures already steeling them enough to be able to meet the creatures without retching.

The two soldiers then started firing, aiming with ruthless efficiency at the monsters and hitting them where it hurt: the brain. The shots were lethal, downing them with a single bullet, one falling right after the other. There were enough to cause a problem, though, as the creatures continued slowly moving forward towards their goal, oblivious to everything else that was happening. It wasn’t until Vance and Sol started firing that they started to slow; even though the two weren’t good shots they could still kill a few by shooting randomly into the mass of zombies. Of course, it helped that Farfetch’d and Ninjask were darting in and out, Fafetch’d using his leek to slash their heads off and Ninjask cutting all of their vital tendons and rendering them useless, all the while being protected by Mr. Mime.

It was a good thing he had thought of this and let loose Mr. Mime, as it kept his Farfetch’d from being hit by the Smoker’s tongue as it suddenly flew from out of the shadows. As the tongue was brushed back suddenly all hell broke loose, and Hunters started jumping out of the shadows, followed by the barbed tongues of the smokers. Within seconds the room was covered with smoke, causing the four teammates to back up next to the elevator, making sure that they would not hit each other in confusion. This also allowed them to protect each other should a Hunter suddenly leap on somebody; pulling them off before the evolved zombie was able to do any lasting damage.

“Where is it,” Vance mumbled to himself, just knowing that it couldn’t be this easy, “where’s the Tank? I know there’s one around here somewhere, there always is. It just can’t be this easy.” Of course, that was when a wall suddenly busted open, a giant lumbering creature appearing in the dust and debris. “There it is,” the young man said with a hint of a smile, “I’m happy just to get this out of the way.”

“Stop talking to yourself and fire!” one of the men screamed as he dropped his handgun and took out his shotgun, firing round upon round into the hulking menace. Still the monster charged forward even as his muscle flew off bit by bit with the force of the shells until even tendons and bone would filling the room as well. But still the Tank charged into the room, ignoring the pain and instead howling an angry and hungry call, sending shivers down the spine of all four of the humans. And suddenly the creature was there, hammering his fist into one of the men, knocking him against the wall. The creature tried to do the same to Vance, though at the last second Mr. Mime threw up a shield, blocking most of the damage and instead just forcing him onto his back in the elevator.

‘We need to finish this,’ Vance mumbled as he dropped another of his Poké Balls, letting out his Butterfree. The bug instantly showered down a mass of pollen, the spores attempting to stun the hulking beast. It wasn’t enough, however, until Ninjask and Farfetch’d join the spree; Farfetch’d cutting into the deep muscles of the things throat and Ninjask cutting on the muscles of his legs, bringing the beast down.

“This is for Lucas!” the second man yelled, moving up from his crouching spot next to his friend who now had a pool of blood coming from where his head hit the wall. He took his now dead friend’s shotgun, bringing it up to the beast’s proportionally small head, shooting shell after shell into the thing’s head. Within two shots the creature was finally dead, though the angered man kept firing until all of the shells were out, and even then he bashed its head in until there was only a bloody mass left.

And that was only the first room.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 12/20
HK-71 plans: 12/30
NU Sea Turtle: 10/20
Special Explosives: 5/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 5/?

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Cynthia Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Nameless HQ




Cynthia walked into the hangar of the Nameless Soldiers HQ to find that there were lines of Mercenaries lined up inside it. "I see brothers inventions are finished, as always." Muttered Cynthia to herself. When she arrived back at her office she got on her compter and opened the security program. She had to start programming it now before the others started attacking. This program was going to be able to acces all defnse turrets and vehicles in the whole region. She began to type the body for the program.

Security Power Grid

Error Occured when Running System Security Power Grid
Error Code: 14

Database shutting down...

"No!" yelled Cynthia, in rage. She smashed her hands on the desk in anger at how the system had locked her out. Just as it had shut down, the lights and everything in the building shut off. All of their security systems were out of order. It looked mlike she had to visit the power box in the basement level of the building.

As Cynthia was walking down there, she started getting scared. She immediately snapped out of her seven year old mind. What was she thinking? She has an IQ of over 200. She started reaching around the walls, looking for the power box. When she finally found it, she opened it and turned a sequence of switches and instantly the power came back on.




Projects
Anti-Air/Water defenses [2/13]
Program hacking defense system [2/10]

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: You dare challenge me for Celebi, ColdBoy? Don't make me play with time again. :<
IC:
MedBay, AMS Deathwing
Sevii Islands

I awoke startled in a bed in the MedBay. Hauz quickly noticed I was awake and limped over to me, balancing all of his weight on his cane, "Ah, you're awake."

I looked over at my arm. It looked wider now. I felt the underside, which had confirmed what I had thought, the bone had been stretched out. But on top, I now had the Talon, an indomitable defense, and an all-powerful offense. I moved my fingers around, getting used to the claws at the tips of the fingers.

Hauz put X-Rays of my arm on a X-Ray light on the wall next to my bed. It compared both of my hands. The one with the Implant had a wider bone structure, as well as several accoutrement fused into the bone, "If you're wondering, this is what your self-mutilation has done."

I smiled, and got out of bed. Yanking the IV out of my arm, I slashed the bed in half with the Talon, "Yes, that certainly is what my self-mutilation has done." Hauz looked amazed that the solid metal bed was lying in two parts on the floor from such and effortless swipe. I grabbed my clothes, which were on one of the tables, and got dressed.

I walked out of the MedBay and into the Navigations Room, where my Implant glimmered in the sun. Several people looked at it, amazed. Others really didn't care. I checked my PDA to see what happened with our projects while I was out. The Sevii Supply Tunnels had been completed. The Leviathan Torpedo Systems were close to halfway complete.

The Sunlight was past the halfway mark, while the Twilight was almost a third done. Finally, a new entry had shown up called the Ziz-Class Air Superiority Fighter. Wondering what this was, I went down to Tiantus' Lab. A quick walk down a flight of stairs led me to the lab of Tiantus Hale, Aqua's Chief of Sciences.

The lab was covered in lab tables filled with chemicals, computers, and robotics parts strewn everywhere. In the middle of the mess was a man in a white lab-coat. The man was Tiantus Hale, the man behind all of Aqua's technology.

"Ziz-Class?" I asked Tiantus.

"Yeah, I reverse-engineered a bunch of the Orange Island's technology, and created one Air Superiority Fighter called the Ziz-Class to complement Behemoth and Leviathan," Tiantus explained, "You'll love it."

"I hope I will," I said. The conversation went silent for a second, "Tiantus, I want to give my new implant a whirl. Got any ideas where I can find my favorite Pokemon?"

"Haven't heard anything out of Celebi for a while. I know there's a monument to Celebi in the Ilex Forest, but that's about all of what I've heard of recently," Tiantus said, "Believe me, I keep a close eye on Celebi developments for you."

"Thanks," I said, leaving, "I'll check it out..."

Projects
Sevii Supply Tunnels - 100% Complete (10% Per Post) [10 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 48% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 55% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Underwater Twilight - 28% Complete (6% Per Post) [15 Posts]
Ziz-Class Air Superiority Fighter Prototype & Mass Production - 15% Complete (2.5% Per Post) [35 Posts]

[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane
The Cullen
Etherlight Industries, Lilycove City, Hoenn

As Yuki dragged his way towards the buildings, he could not help but notice something. Something that he quickly wished he never saw. It was too bad, really, but ignoring problems never made them go away, unless those problems were annoying people, which was a different case altogether. Zombies on the other hand, ignoring them meant losing a brain or three, along with a few limbs and probably a couple of other less important organs. They made rabid Mightyena seem tame, honestly, with the kind of hunger they had.

"Oh, f***."

He started to run, ignoring all the warning signs that his body was giving out. All of his fatigue had been dispelled in an instant, all replaced by a single overwhelming impulse to run, to run on without stopping, and to fight. His Pokemon had noticed it too, and were pacing their Trainer with the same tenacity as him, fully aware that if they moved any slower, the only thing they had that counted for a family would be in danger.

"Marisa, don't die..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, barely able to make a sound that was above a low whisper. Still, he repeated those words over and over again, as though they were a charm. Yuki was not capable of rationale thought by this point in time, forging forward purely upon a raw and powerful need to move forward, hurtling towards his partner like a bullet, ripping through anything that stood in his way.

If it was to protect those that he cared about, the entire world would not stop Yuki Akagane from continuing the fight. He would sooner die than lose to his own mind and body, especially when it came to something as important as this. So his sword continued to flash in the emerging sunlight, and blood continued to be spilt, as the black tornado tore a whole through the retreating zombie horde as though it were paper.

He could not be stopped now, and he would not be stopped, not against these opponents. Not now, not ever. As long as he drew breath, nobody would threaten his friends and partners, and even when his life ceased, he would find a way back if it meant protecting everything that he cared about. That much was certain.

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 11/15

Marisa Vermillion
Etherlight Industries Complex, Lilycove City

"Leon! Get the plane over here now!"

"Got it, we'll be over in twenty minutes, and for Arceus' sake, stop climbing the building. Get out of it. We can land the plane now that it's morning."

"Huh? Are you stalking us? Never mind, good point."

"I can't believe both you and Yuki were dumb enough to go upwards instead of outwards."

"You try being in our situation and see if you can think clearly after that."

"Fair enough. Go grab Yuki and go!"

"Roger, Marisa out."

Turning off her radio, Marisa tossed two Pokeballs and summoned her Dragonite and Tyranitar, who could barely fit in the already large corridors of the complex. This was not a time for subtlety, nor was it a time for precision. If she wanted the both of them to get out alive, she needed raw, immense force to break through the zombie horde.

"Sora, Riku, smash them!"

The two Pokemon roared in unison and charged, knocked zombies out of the way with a simple charge, and Marisa followed in their wake, trailed by her four other Pokemon, who took care of any stragglers that got too close for comfort. Of course, considering Marisa's usual strategy, being within a hundred metres of them was too close for comfort, but that was unavoidable this time, since the frontliner had been busy.

"Yuki, don't do anything stupid..."

Such a prayer was already too late, considering Yuki did things that bordered on utter insanity every day, but she had no choice but to invoke it anyway, for the simple hope that Yuki would remain well even after all this was over. That man had never let trivial things like injuries and sheer physical strain get in the way of his exploits, and he would probably not stop even now.

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Edition: 11/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Edition: 11/25

[Lusankya]

Dasha Eva
Nameless
Government Building, Saffron City

Dasha watched over the satellite recordings of the formerly vacant battleships steaming out to sea. Team Aqua had commandeered the vessels days ago. And with the completion of their other capital ships, Team Aqua now had an untouchable navy.

A sigh sounded behind her. Dasha turned around. Her adopted father was busy pacing the sides of the room, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes turned towards the ground.

"Is something wrong?" The question contradicted her voice, which showed no genuine concern despite herself. Granger, accustomed to this contradictory speech of hers, merely sighed again.

"Well, we're not completely doomed," he said. "Fortunately for us, Kanto lies on the main continent, not on the islands. Battleships can only fire so far inland."

"If we are incapable of engaging Team Aqua on the oceans, however, we have no chance of victory."

Granger smiled sadly. "Don't pretend to understand strategy, Eva. Your mind isn't good for anything beyond the immediate future." He meant no offense by the comment, and Dasha took none either. Granger was a man of straight talk, facts. He did little beating around the bush or telling white lies to help a person's self-esteem. If someone was an idiot, he would tell them that they were an idiot. "The Sevii islands, being islands, simply don't have the population for a long-term occupation and ground campaign. While Kanto's soldiers might not be well trained due to the economic crisis, we've also had no troubles recruiting for that same reason. For many people, any job is better than no job, even if that job is to be thrown against highly-trained elite Aqua troopers as cannon fodder."

"The Volt Rifle should improve their odds," Dasha interrupted.

Granger smiled again. His stepdaughter had taken quite a liking to the new rifle from R&D. And who wouldn't? It was absolutely superior to any modern rifle of its size. Able to kill as long as it landed a blow...

"Perhaps, if we can produce enough of them." He scratched his chin. At least the rifle was mostly made from prefabricated parts already in production, so scrambling them together was going to be easy. "But if Aqua attempts an invasion, we'll be ready. The troops are being trained in guerrilla warfare. We can make them pay for every inch of land they grab in blood. Perhaps it will be enough to convince them that Kanto just isn't worth the lives it would cost to take it."

"Perhaps." Dasha nodded. She had read about other cases of guerrilla warfare. With a little bit of luck, and the right training, it was possible to turn back even a much more powerful enemy.

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

“Did a quick sketch of my idea” Remidra muttered. Then she randomly decided to pull Kirov's arms out in front of them and stuck the sketch pad on it. A second later she slung her backpack over her shoulder.

Kirov was rather impressed with her speed. Yes, she'll do the job fine... if she wants to, he mused. However, he was slightly concerned with the random act of temper that pulling his arms was. Aggressive little lady...

“So, keeping track of the directors…” Remidra was saying. “This is just a task to see if I can actually behave myself is it not? And a way to get you out of babysitting your egotistical man-children.” She sighed. “Either way, before I start I think I need to, well, clean myself up a bit.”

Kirov's face was utterly expressionless when he spoke. Same with his voice. "Go ahead." He took note of the wet shirt, crappy jeans, and mussed hair. Apparently professionalism wasn't something that mattered to the female much. Certainly this wasn't the way he would show up for a job interview. "The soon you start, the better."

Projects:
Stingray: 12/15
Cryocopter: 11/15
VS6 ICBM: 3/20
Empress's Revenge: 9/20
VS5: 7/10

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

I had dozed off on the couch, even though I honestly didn’t intend to. Shelly somehow had way more energy than I had, and she had been up working late just as much as I had. I didn’t know what her secret was. If she was getting into those energy drinks like everyone else was, I swore she must have been guzzling them down whenever I wasn’t looking.

It was a lazy kind of oblivious sleep, not quite into deep sleep, but it was well on its way there. If Shelly found anything… I was sure she’d be okay looking on her own. If I couldn’t keep my eyes open… like hell I’d be able to read through mountains of papers or try to examine photographs for details. I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders, and for once, it became easier to breathe…

…!

The lazy sleep was suddenly and horrifically interrupted with the breaking of a window. At that moment, I suddenly snapped awake, and the first thing I noticed was I wasn’t looking through a visor anymore.

The mask was off…

“Holy sh*t!” I shouted, feeling around my face and then looking left and right for the gas mask, “Where the hell!? Where the f*ck is my mask!?”

“Probably in the street by now.” Shelly replied with a stern scowl, looking over the balcony to check the street sixteen stories down, “Yep. And in a million pieces.”

God damn it. She had been waiting for this. I knew she was sore about the whole helicopter incident, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. Damn it, damn it, damn it, there was absolutely no freaking way I could get out of here without turning into a Hybrid. And she would probably be sitting there, laughing the entire damn time it happened. I couldn’t believe this, why the hell didn’t she just get over it? I swore, that was not my fault!

“Shelly, you stupid b*tch!” I shouted at her, figuring I might as well use my last breaths of humanity for something worthwhile, “What the hell do you think this is payback for-!”

Damn it, I had to inhale. I threw the coffee table over and was prepared to wreck this place even more when I felt it. A strange, eerie warmth that started off with a subtle sensation and quickly flared up quickly. I was just about to break another window when I fell down on my knees, and saw I was rapidly growing cream-colored fur. I winced, not even wanting to look at this…

“Mo-ther-f*ck-er!” I shouted, never so pissed off in my life.

The hair in the back of my head changed the same cream color, and grew outward well past down my shoulders. I then quickly figured out what Pokémon I became a Hybrid of. Ninetales. I stumbled around from the shock and I threw my back to a wall but that didn’t stop the tails from ripping their way out of my pants and all around my back. All nine of them were large, long, furry, and they smothered my back with a fan of cream-colored fur. The ass of my black pants was mutilated, and I could only guess what kind of hell on earth I would have to prepare for when I had to change clothes and I had to compensate for nine, huge f*cking tails growing out of my ass.

“Sh*t!” I shouted at Shelly, knowing I ought to just blow her brains out for this, “You… piece of sh-.”

“Face it, ya big jackass.” Shelly spat at me, “Ya deserve it. Ya’ll were so ready to play around with those CDPA bombs, what the hell do ya think would ‘ave happened eventually? I saw ya lookin’ at me when we were in the chopper. Ya looked at me like I was some god-forsaken science experiment, jus’ watchin’ me wonderin’ what it was all really like. Well now ya f*ckin’ know! How does it f*ckin’ feel? Huh? Feel good, huh? Feel good ‘nuff for ya?”

“I ought to kill you for this, Shelly.” I told her, grabbing my Desert Eagle, “Seriously. If Raidon knew about this, he’d understand!”

I felt like crap and that wasn’t going to change anything. But she was right, I was apathetic when she became a Hybrid. But it still… wasn’t my fault! How the hell was I supposed to know she already started breathing!? I knew she mentioned the CDPA before, and yes… yes, she was probably right it would eventually nail me sooner or later. But this was absolute crap. This did NOT have to happen, and I hardly saw it as a way of getting even.

They were right. Damn, they were right. There was a very hard emotional trauma that came with becoming a Hybrid. Even now when I had never been so brutally pissed off, I still couldn’t bring myself to fire that gun, and I just kept looking at my hands… my fur… and the tails. I felt far less human, and far more like a freak… or a beast. Hell, I didn’t even want to be around humans now. They’d look at me and remember how happy they were that they weren’t me. Yes, I remember constantly feeling that when I saw Hybrids as a human. It was the reason why I didn’t want to become like them. That was the reason why!

“Now come on.” Shelly scolded me, “Stop b*tchin’ ‘bout it an’ let’s go already. Ya could have become way worse than a f*ckin’ Ninetales for chrissake.”

I put my gun back in my holster, knowing continuing to moan and b*tch about this would only make me look more like a little girl. But I still felt the need to pick up a loose bottle of beer, and violently hurl it at a wall with savage anger. It struck hard and smashed into a thousand pieces, but it felt better. Smashing lots of glass did get it out of your system. That, and burning things. Damn did that ever feel good.

We still had work to do...

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[SuperBoy]

OOC: Whenever you're ready, LC. :P

Solo
Graffiti
Agate Village, Orre

Celebi...

The manipulator of time himself and the sovereign of peace. Back in my childhood, I had heard many stories of him, learning of his ancient accomplishments and his total reason for guarding the time-continuum. However, I never would have thought that he would be involved with the Kian’Zal tribe and artifacts. Because of Morpheus, I had now become more interested myself, and if Celebi was involved, this mission would actually prove difficult...

“I didn't come here for some damn legendary.” I firmly stated, slamming my hands onto the table before me. “What the hell does Celebi have to do with this?”

Morpheus waved his hand, signaling for me to calm down. The rest of Quest understood why I was angry as well. They knew that I came here for information on the Bond, but now, we were talking about Celebi.

“Like I said before, Celebi guards the Bond of the White Phoenix in Ilex Forest. It's hidden behind a time veil, and only Celebi can reveal it.” Morpheus concluded, beginning to chuckle. “I wonder if Pikachu is doing well...”

Suddenly, Dice jumped onto the table and grabbed Morpheus' shirt. As he prepared to hit him in the face, Dream grasped Dice's shirt and threw him onto the floor, attracting eyes from all corners of the room.

“What the hell are you laughin' at?” Dice questioned, trying to cool himself down. “You said yourself that we'd get the info we wanted because we won. You lost, so why are you holding back from telling how to attain the Bond of the White Phoenix?”

Morpheus then grew a serious expression, now focusing his eyes toward me.

“You're a Hybrid. You can speak the Pokemon tongue. Find the Time Flute, play it accordingly within Ilex Forest, and when Celebi arrives, try to find a common ground to attain your prize.” Morpheus explained. “As for the Time Flute, I cannot help you there...”

Damn. Conversing with the legendary would be a cinch. I was good at talking, but the problem with the Time Flute still stood in my way. I didn't know what I could do, but as for now, Morpheus had helped us accordingly. The mission in Agate Village was so far successful.

“Since that's all you have, we'll be taking our leave now. No use in staying here.” I said, signaling for the rest of Quest to follow behind me. “And your Pikachu will be fine. Sleep on it.”

“Good luck.” Morpheus said, as he watched us walk out of the Pokemon Center.

As the glass doors slid open, I began to feel a bit dizzy, and then...

Ropeburn...

Ropeburn? Just who the hell was that? And where did the voice come from. It was a mysterious entity, a power that I had not yet confronted. It didn't hurt me, but since it was new to me, I didn't know how to keep my mind and body connected and stable, hence the dizziness.

“You okay there, Solo?” Dream asked, laying her soft hand onto my neck.

A few moments had passed and my senses had fully returned to me. I could smell, see clearly, feel, hear well, and taste the bitterness inside mouth. Whatever had just happened was definitely bizarre, but nevertheless, someone...or something, was trying to connect with my mind. It could only a be a Pokemon or a Hybrid, because I doubt that Arceus needed to speak to me at this moment.

“Yeah, I'm okay...” I replied, now beginning to stand up straight. “Hope, what knowledge do you have on the Time Flute?”

Hope thought to herself for a moment and then began to walk around in circles, tapping her chin.

“Well, the now forgotten Team Snagem was the core initiator of the whole “Shadow Pokemon” incident. They almost had everything they wanted, but the last on their list was the legendaries.” Hope explained, clearing her throat. “I know they acquired a few items that call upon the legendaries, such as the Royal Necklace and...yes! Yes, they did acquire a Time Flute also! However, they never got the chance to use it because a teenager virtually destroyed their whole operation. Go figure.”

So Team Snagem had the Time Flute. I know there were more in the world, only a few, but this was our greatest lead thus far, and our fastest way to acquiring the Bond of the White Phoenix.

“Know of any former Snagem members, or have they all become serious druggies?” Cooler asked, still a bit disappointed that he lost his fight against Morpheus and his Pikachu. “If you do, maybe we can find em’ and interrogate em’ for some information on the Time Flute.”

Hope began to think once more and suddenly she began to jump for excitement.

“In fact, I do know some former members. Cedric, Merc, Jacknife, and...” She paused for a moment, trying to think of the last name. “Oh, and Ropeburn...”

Ropeburn...so it was a lead. Someone was telling me something, and if not that, a Pokemon as trying to tell me something. I knew we had to see him now. He was our biggest hint and lead toward finding the Time Flute, Celebi, and the Bond of the White Phoenix.

“Well, who do we suppose we go after first?” Dice asked, throwing juggling his two pocketknives. “We have so many le--”

“Ropeburn.” I said, with a bold attitude. “He's the only one we need to go see.”

Now, we just needed to know where he resided at, and after that, we would have this mission in the bag.

“Let's not question Solo's judgment.” Dream commanded, putting her backpack back on and releasing her Flygon. Everyone else, including myself, released our flying-types also. “Where can we find Ropeburn, Hope?”

Quickly, we all climbed onto our mounts, commanding them to ascend higher and higher into the baby blue sky.

“He hangs around Realgam Tower. Let's depart.” Hope replied.

Realgam Tower was an area of excellence and where any trainer could attain their shot at true fame. However, if Ropeburn was battling their and kicking ass...it would only be short-lived...

...Quest was on their way...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 12/25
Orre Oceanic Force - 3/30
“Sheer Cold Station” - 3/30

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Soups is getting ahead of me. Also rust, you sure you want to get WAR V universe involve with this? Because if you do that then I will do that"
Graffiti
En Route to Citadark Isle, Orre

Mala was in the navigation's room of the OIN Servent heading towards Citadark Isle. Mala could see that Anna was busy talking to some people in the Navigation Room trying to get some specs on the OIN Servent's weapons system. It was Mala idea to try out the OIN Servent's by taking it to Citadark Isle.

Soon Mala felt her PDA vibrating and Mala had a look of pleasure on her face. Mala smiled and then said, "Oh! Oh! OH!" The vibration stopped and soon another one was felt. Mala repeated the process and then picked it up. She saw that Sean was on the screen.

"Hey hey." said Sean though the screen. A moan could be heard which belonged to a zombie. Mala knew that they were the works of Operation Fresh. Sean was the only one that could be near them safely since he was a hybrid.

"Getting ready to go to those ruins in Johto?" asked Mala with a smile. SHe knew that there was a lot on Sean's plate. "How about those dittos?"

Sean smiled and said, "Got some shipped to me. Going to be here soon." Sean then pulled out a sheet and said, "You got some impressive junk on this thing. I can read them all but strange idea. I love what you are doing with this one project. Just a few more things and we be done right?" Sean then looked at Mala and said, "When you get to Citadark Isle, make sure to get me a hook up ok? I want to know what they got going on there."

Mala nodded and said, "No problem."

Sean nodded and said, "Hold on. I so got to try something out."

Mala nodded. Sean went away and then came back. "Got it. I just hacked into your ship's camera and was able to see the girl's restrooms." He then began to giggle and yelled, "Awesome."

Mala then nodded and said, "Well ok. Later."

"L8r." said Sean back before cutting off the connection.

Mala then looked at the second message. It was a text message from an unknown person. Mala tilted her head and said, "So lets read."

To You:

It's time we reveal the secrets of the world, wouldn't you agree? Government has destroyed in anyway and Art has left without leaving a trace of his whereabouts. I suppose that he's taken off for a relaxation period; he's been feeling under the weather anyway...

Coming back to the main point, don't ask questions, but instead, just know this: you don't answer to Art Miller. You answer to orders and Graffiti. You're second-in-command and you have that position for a reason, Aspecto. Honor it. Also, I would like to congratulate you on acquiring the OIN Slave, OIN Servant, OIN Prey, and the OIN Foe. Accomplishing this task proves your amount of skill and talent. Don't allow it to go to waste, Mala.

For your reward, you are allowed to rename the ships as you please, but make sure to name one of my choice. Rename the OIN Slave into the OIN Dreadnought and as for the rest, keep it fancy.

Lastly, I have one mission for you. If you are back at Gateon Port, follow these precise instructions. Check on the current construction of the Orre Oceanic Force and the “Sheer Cold Station”. I already sent a large team to begin work on the project and I just need you to monitor it. Perhaps if you set down one of your skilled engineers to stay and help with the project, it will be done much faster.

Until next time, Solo over and out.

Mala sighed and said, "Damn. Well that isn't cool." Mala then looked at Anna and said, "So what to do Anna? We did pass something up on the way over here right? You think that what this Solo kun dude meant as in Sheer Cold Station and this Orre OCeanic Force thing?"

"No idea," said Anna.

Mala sigh and knew that she didn't want to spend too much time there at the base. Also Mala had no other engineer except for herself and a few with Sean. She was the one that came up with all the project ideas and stuff. Still Mala wasn't the one to just stay in one place and do things. That was so boring to her. Mala then looked at Anna and said, "You know a bit about engineering."

"No idea." said Anna wondering why she would ask such a thing."

Mala then had an idea. She called up Sean and waited. Soon the Porygon hybrid appeared on her screen and said, "Hey hey. What is up?"

Mala then smiled and said, "You can hack a bit right?"

"Hack a bit? Is that what I do? I thought it was a little game I do? Wow. I never knew that. Who knew?" laughed Sean. He then rubbed his pink skin and said, "So what?"

"Some guy from Graffiti wants me to go check out this thing. Can you check it out for me and see what it is about? It is called Sheer Cold Station and this Orre Oceanic Force." said Mala.

Sean looked down at something and then nodded. He then said, "I saw things inside the Graffiti database thing I made and it seems like there is something going on for Graffiti in Gateon. Is that it?"

Mala nodded. "Yeah. This guy want me to go there and see it or just help out. I so don't want to do that. So I was thinking tht maybe you can go there without even being there."

Sean nodded and said, "OH! I see. I see. Hack myself there. Introduce myself via web a camera and keep things going by check up on thing every so often. I see."

"Yeah. Yeah. That is what I was thinking." said Mala. She then nodded and said, "Ok. So that is it."

"Yeah. I can keep an eye on it while I am visiting the Ruins of Alpha. Cool." said Sean. He then was gone.

Mala sighed. Now for some names. SHe wasn't very good with names. Mala liked them simple and sweet. Dreadnough was nothing as a name for Mala. It was too fance. Mala doesn't do fancy. These fancy names were stupid anyways since they were just ships.

Mala then pulled out her PDA and sent his message:

Hello Solo kun!

Well that isn't a cute name. Still ok. I got your message. Sorry about Arty kun. Maybe he be back. I get the names for you. The OIN Servent will be renamed OIN Maid. The OIN Foe will be called Butler and the OIN Groundskeeper will be called the OIN Dark Prey.

I am currently on the way to Citadark Isle to meet up with some people from the organzation called Cipher. Maybe you know about them. Well well. I am not invited but still I hope they don't mind that we are coming on the OIN Maid. Still I told my guy dude, Sean, to keep an eye on Sheer Cold Station and this Orre OCeanic Force. He is busy with some stuff but he is a cool hacker that can keep an eye via use of those cameras. I would go there myself but really we can see Citadark Isle right now and still waiting for Shine Kun to come by to with his friends.

So if anything else. Then lots of love.
Mala

Mala then smiled knowing her names were fancy. Those were names of people that work with fancy people. So that makes them fancy. Mala then laughed and quicky sent a message to Shine.

Hey Shiny Kun,

Bring your friends. We are heading to Citadark Isle. Going to have a party there. See you there.

Mala

Mala then saw the visuals for Citadark Isle and smiled.

Sean Agreeable
Graffiti
En Route to Ruins of Alpha, Johto

Sean was on a plane heading towards the Johto region with a few people. One person was a bulky man that goes by the name Fred. He had three pokeballs on his chest and a few guns that Sean loved to play with. Sean looked at his handguns. Several of them were hidden under his coat.

There was then a girl named Neko that was a hybrid of a glameow. She was sitting right next to Sean. Pounding of keys could be heard as Sean began to hack into the cameras of the compound where Sheer Cold Station and this Orre OCeanic Force was being worked on. He then smiled and said, "I got it Neko."

Neko sighed and said, "So now what?"

"Now we talk." said Sean.

Sean was able to set up a communication link and said, "Well hello people of Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force! I am here to talk! So lets talk since my friend Mala asked to me help you guys out!"

The plane was now heading over the skies of Orre.

[Lusitania]

Projects:
Vaccine 6/19
Vapor Release System 3/20

Dr. Robert Schlakior
Cullen Base
Goldenrod City
Cullen
Short Post
People Affected: Shen

The receptionist tapped away at her computer, apparently IMing or emailing Jacob. I was extremely irritated, I needed the money extremely fast, and if I didn't have it soon, people would be affected. The vapor release system could save thousands of people from mutation, and even more peace of mind. Jacob Donahue was definitely not his last hope, but certainly his first choice. He had been giving pharmaceuticals to other members of the Cullen for free for over five years, and had high hopes of his chance to get the money. He looked at the receptionist, sweat now on her brow, and barked,"Tell him I need 15,000 pokedollars,"


Yeah, short post I know, but I'm kinda at a standstill without shen.

[Neo Pikachu]

OOC: SB, its actually the Band of the White Phoenix, not the Bond. You’re making me think of 007 now. :P

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

I was still pissed, but I tried not to show it. Unable to help myself, I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw how much I had really changed. Besides the cream-colored fur that was now all over my body, I saw the irises of my eyes were now a crimson red. Meanwhile, the dark red hair I used to have was now the same color as my fur, still slightly covering my face and eyes, but now greatly fraying outward from the back of my head. Meanwhile, my nine tails fanned out behind me with cream-colored fur with orange-brown colored tips. Each of them was long and thick with soft fur, and made sitting down an absolute pain in the ass.

After a little more smashing glass, I decided to sit down with Shelly and try and figure out what the hell Farco was up to now. Raidon had the Talon, but I knew for a fact there were others out there. We needed them all. Surprisingly, Shelly stopped looking so pissed off about becoming an Umbreon Hybrid. I guess the fact I got away scott free and laughing about it no longer pissed the hell out of her now that I was stuck in the same sh*t she was in.

We searched around the apartment, and unfortunately, there was a single bit of good evidence in this entire pissing place. Unlike the office in Sunshore, this place looked like a craphole, like it was some schmuck’s apartment who hadn’t cleaned it up in over six months.

Shelly was deeply reading into a Kian’Zal research book that I felt for sure wouldn’t do a damn thing to help us. I had been looking at this stuff for hours, not sure how the hell any of this would help. It was quite possible we came here for nothing, which would have sucked even more, knowing the only thing I got out of this was fur all over my skin and nine tails coming out of my ass.

I decided to screw the books, and went with what worked for me last time. However, this place was such a mess, trying to find anything useful was ridiculous. Didn’t find any cell phones, the day by day planners, which I thought would have been helpful, were totally outdated and showed nothing more recent that what happened two months ago. I emptied every bag and suitcase they had here, only to find nothing worthwhile, even in the clothing I went through.

I managed to find a pair of car keys in one of the bags. If they didn’t take the car with them, then it had to still be here at this building. I figured they probably took a chopper or a plane to get out of here when they realized taking the roads to get to the ferries was impossible.

If I could find that car, there might be a better chance of finding something…

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[Splishee]

Zayla Marley
The Nameless Soldiers
Silph Co. Headquarters
Saffron City, Kanto

Ah, technology. From the simplicity of the wheel to the devastation of nuclear weapons; needless to say, in order for us homosapians to progress and grasp the future with confidence, we only require technology to guide our way through the void. Of course, progress for progress's sake is always the main issue with technology. Why bother creating mind readers, satellites, high-powered telescope? To fulfill our thirst. Our undeniable, uncontrollable curious thirst for knowledge. And for knowledge, there is always violence between us dominant creatures. Decending from the primitive marking-your-territory brawls us as monkeys may have participated in, humans still have that urge to find dominance over a large group of people. And, if that means bringing out the guns, so be it.

"You ready, Zayla?" Zoey giggled beside me, her girlish features strange next to the large shotgun she held in her steady hands. She cocked it upwards, aiming towards a nervous face who was peering out of a window from the Silph Co. Headquarters.

"Of course," I winked at my precocious sister, glancing towards the building. I could sense the frightened, fluttering fingers above as they attempted to store and hide data files, pathetically attempting to protect their precious technology from us - oh, yes, the thirst was irresistable now.

"We're going for a soft invasion, boys," Zoey said lazily, aiming her gun at different windows playfully. "That means I don't want to hear any gun shots, it's strictly intimidation and threats. Or, alternatively, put a silencer on your gun. Either way is fine."

The small group of armed men behind us chuckled darkly, but Zoey's face was like stone. I knew she was actually hoping for some blood and gore - strange for a 16 year old to think, but I guess it's natural for a Pokemon hybrid to have the instinct to fight.

"What do you think, Zayla? Should we start with a countdown?" Zoey joked, turning to blink at me expectantly.

I rolled my eyes. "Charge 'em, boys!" I said, throwing my arm forwards whilst grinning with obvious sarcasm. The soldiers shook their heads and grinned to eachother, walking slowly and cockily towards the large, shining building. The bright, silver colour was incredibly conspicuous in comparison to the barren blues and whites around Silph Co., and it would attract a heck of a lot of attention if there were gunshots emitting from the building. It was better to take them down quietly and confidently. In fact, I was already planning to privately kill the President and replace him.

I knew perfectly well that the once revolutionary Silph Co. was now just an average programming and engineering company, refusing to develop weapons - which encouraged war - so, inevitably, letting other companies overrule them in the 'revolutionary technology' department. They were simply an amazingly large building with dozens of underground engineering and programming facilities that would be useful to The Nameless Soldiers. That was the main reason why I was here, obviously. On behalf of the Nameless Soldiers, giving them more room to expand their wings on Kanto.

However, the underlying reason why I had fervently chosen to organise this expedition was because of the burning curiousity within me. After all, Silph Co. still remains the only company that has successfully managed to create a functional, living and powerful Pokemon: Porygon. And also, evolutions Porygon2 and Porygon-Z consecutively. My hybrid form. Obviously there is information here for me - and perhaps some other programs - viruses - that hadn't been implanted into Porygon that I could snatch and test on myself?

As Zoey enthusiastically ran into the building, pausing only to load her gun smoothly and expertly, I turned away and stared out over the rolling hills of trees to the sunset. The sun, which had only just been blazing in the sky, was beginning to set in a flash of shell pink and gold. The beautiful colours were strewn all over the deep blue sky, as if painted by a pallette, but I was in no mood to appreciate scenery tonight.

My ears tingled as I registered a silenced gunshot. Although I knew that others would be unable to hear such a muffled sound without extra sensory Pokemon hearing, I was not partial to blatantly murdering the people who had helped create such wonderful things. They are obviously smart people, and intelligent blood should not be spilt.

Nonetheless, they were unarmed and, frankly, extremely vulnerable. Within 20 minutes the entire building was infiltrated and all inhabitants were under gun point, being thrust into a large containment room that had once been used for storing test Pokemon. Their eventual fate would be debated, but for now we would be supplying them with their basic needs and withdrawing various scientists should any questions arise about any of the technology within the building.

I strolled into the building casually, glancing at the white wash walls and the neat, organised desks. It was a very appealing place to be in, and I was quite partial to the many shining, polished steel surfaces. I had specifically asked for the President to be left, cowering and shaking, in his office.

When I reached the snug, circular room at the very top of the building, I swept my eyes across the plush lounges and royal red walls, before spotting him cowering under this desk. With a dark chuckle, I opened my mouth wide and sent out a Psybeam, shifting his desk sharply away from him. Old, withered and shaking, he stared up at me, his mouth opened in astonishment.

"Wha -" he gasped, taking in my frightening appearance.

"It's quite astonishing, right?" I gave him a toothy grin, before sitting myself down on the plush, crimson sofa casually.

"Your - your skin!" was all he could blubber in his terror.

I glanced down at my arm, which was a shocking pink colour and was shining, as though made of a highly polished metal. I moved it slightly, as I watched appreciatively as it glinted in the light of the room.

"Remind you of anything?" I said pleasantly.

"What... what?" he looked at me in confusion, taking in my electric blue eyes, and then I saw as his facial expression lifted upwards and he shook his head in recognition. I could almost hear a faint 'click' as he figured it out.

"Porygon...?" he muttered in disbelief.

"Close, but a notch above that." I contorted my face into a look of revulsion, and smoothly extracted the borrowed .32 pistol and shot him once - twice - three times in the chest.

Sliding the smoking gun back into my pocket, I grinned around at my new office. It would need some dire changes, such as some computer circuits, maybe some motherboards. Just a few homely touches.

I could get used to this.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

I was definitely not used to being a Ninetales Hybrid, but I tried to make the best of this miserable experience. Heading downstairs, I let Shelly go and try to find something in all those useless books. As for me, I decided I might try searching their car, if it was still here. If they were smart, they would have left it here while they tried getting out of Sinnoh some other way. Otherwise they would have spent an eternity doing nothing but sitting in traffic.

The keys seemed to be for an Edge Twinstar, and I went around the building’s parking lot, pressing the unlock button and looking for a car whose lights were flickering. I eventually found it, parked pretty much alone away from the other cars. I unlocked it, and then opened the driver’s side door. The car wasn’t much better. I swore, the thing was loaded with papers, wrappers, fast food sh*t, magazines, and loads of other crap. I threw it all out of the Twinstar, knowing we might need the car. Still, after throwing everything out of the car and all over the parking lot, there was even less in here than there was up there. Plus, no leads on locations. I was about to give up on it until I noticed something.

A GPS. I couldn’t use it until I started the car. I sat down in the driver’s seat, make sure all nine of my tails wouldn’t be caught in the door, and then shut it closed. I then started the car, and tried to work through the GPS. I checked stored locations, and it came up with a few, two in Sunyshore, both locations we already toasted. We knew where they were trying to go, but the reason question was where did they really end up going when the CDPA nailed them?

It brought me nowhere. In the meantime, I checked the AquaCom, and now the DD5 Network Firewall was nearly halfway completed. On the other hand, the CDPA weapon as nearly finished. Heck, I didn’t need to worry about working with it, and I sure didn’t need to worry about setting it off in purely human communities. Becoming a Hybrid wasn’t a joke, and I was sure it would piss of many, many people into submission.

The Behemoth Railguns were also showing quite a bit of progress. We get into a naval fight with these, and it’s a quick and easy ride. The Leviathan Torpedo System still needed way more work, but it was at least already past the halfway mark, and hell, that was serious progress to me. Finally, the AMS Underwater Twilight already had a lot going for it. Definitely a kickass submarine if I ever saw one.

After I put that away, I decided to actually try and find this Larry guy. He had to still be alive somewhere, and he obviously had to know something from this. I brought up the GPS, and tried to find the nearest airport, likely the way they tried to get out of here before they realized every flight was booked to hell and there was nothing they could do to escape. The hardest call was trying to figure out if they really managed to discern that, or if they stupidly thought everything was fine and everything’s good and just headed there despite the fact they could never get out of here.

Or maybe they never did escape… and were actually still somewhere close by…

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In Progress

DD5 Network Firewall – 45% Complete (5% Per Post] [25 Posts]
CDPA Weapon – 92% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Behemoth Railguns – 84% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
Leviathan Torpedo System - 56% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 70% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Bryce]

Fiona Tamblyn
The Nameless Soldiers
Lilycove City, Hoenn

I hadn’t known what to expect of the man that we’d been ordered to rescue. Among the circumstances, it would be only right to assume that an individual who had been locked away in a lab for the past few years while the city around him was ravaged and dissolved by the horrid zombies and the Task Subjugate missiles would be terribly emaciated and worn. However, the scientist I was now staring at seemed quite the opposite. His long silvery hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail against his head. Though his face was certainly wrinkled, the man didn’t look elderly…More like… Experienced.

Curtis Turnage wore no welcoming grin, but instead his eyes were wild and his lips formed a pucker, as though our entrance had introduced a terrible taste to his mouth. His gaze slanted as he took in the sight of our weapons, like he was suspicious of our intentions. He was wise to be.

The lab was in shocking contrast to the rest of the facility, and I had to squint against the gleaming white walls and lustrous instruments that lined the walls of the enormous room. I imagined that this cavernous chamber must have taken up at least half of the entire facility, for as I gazed the length of it, my eyes never met the end. Counters upon counters lined the walls, all brimming with sketches and books, but I paid them no mind, striding forward to greet the man, my hand outstretched. He didn’t accept the proposed handshake. I pretended like I hadn’t noticed, though I could feel my eyes slant downward into a glare.

“Hello, Mr. Turnage, I’m Fiona Tamblyn. Believe me, it’s such a pleasure to meet a man of your stature.” I inwardly laughed at the deceit of my words. I knew nothing of this man, and even if I had, I wouldn’t have held any reverence for him. It was rare that an individual obtained my respect, and even then, they would have had to earn it.

I smiled my dazzling smile, and that seemed to have fractured a tiny bit of his barrier to trust us. “Humph.” He responded.

I was quick to respond. “We’ve been told that you might share your designs with The Nameless Soldiers…” I sauntered across the room to one of the counters, his hawk eyes following my every movement, distrusting. I brushed my hand absentmindedly over the many documents and books that were strewn about. “I must say, all of these records are very impressive.”

“Don’t touch those!” Curtis shrieked, bounding towards me and knocking me away from the counter I had been approaching. I stepped away, startled, embarrassment and anger coursing through my veins. I glanced down at the papers he was struggling to conceal within his pockets, several of which had the word ‘Kian’Zal’ scrawled across them in large, looping letters. The word registered in my mind, but I couldn’t place it as to where I’d seen it before.

“I knew you people weren’t here to rescue me. You only wanted to steal information about the Kian’Zal! Information that only I have! Well, I won’t let you. Farco should have kept this knowledge more concealed, but now that I have it, I won’t let you take it.” He was shouting, and the rest of us stood back, bewildered. He extracted the papers from his pockets and began ripping them, shredding them into strips.

I pulled my M-9 pistol from the strap on my thigh, aiming it directly at his chest. So much for negotiation.

“Look here, you crazy bastard. We can cooperate, or I can kill you where you stand. Now choose,” I spoke through my teeth, glare unfaltering. Curtis Turnage fell still. And then his hands rose above his head. “I don’t give a f*ck about your papers. Now what is this I hear about your development of a satellite system?” I asked, watching as his gaze fell. He clearly looked embarrassed.

“Prior to the destruction of the Task Subjugate missiles, the TEGK facilities were involved in the construction of the RMT Prodigy Satellite Complex. In a sense, it was simply a system of super-intelligence meant to locate any given individual at any given latitude or longitude based on a sample of their DNA. Not only would it report their exact location latitude and longitude-wise, but also a high-powered powered image of the given person and or location.

“It was a phenomenon of its time, but alas it was not completed before the city was devastated and I locked myself away. We had not yet received the shipment of necessary supplies, so it has yet to be assembled, though we have managed to preserve the blueprints… There is still hope.”

The rest of us stood in awe of the technology that was now at our hands. This could sway the forces of authority in the world, if we were able to operate it correctly… This is, if this nut was telling the truth.

“Gather the blueprints,” I told the soldiers behind me. “And make sure you get the papers that Mr. Turnage was trying to conceal.” Curtis’s face fell.

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In Progress:

Construction of Route 27 Wall – 11/15

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Dang...I had to type this up twice."
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

Mala could see the huge black pyrmaid shape building before her. This was the remains of the organzation called Cipher. The building stood before the OIN Maid with only a few whirlpools in their way.

Mala smiled and said, "SO here we are!" She then looked at the building and said, "The plan is that I will go in with a good few of us and just sneak around." Mala then looked at Anna and countinue, "You can start it off with fireworks and command from here right?"

Anna nodded and said, "Yeah. No problem."

Mala then looked at the building and at once began to think about it. SHe was already coming up with the design plans in her head. How the inside was shaped. How the building was made. What kept the building up. All of this was running in her head. How the slant of the building was keeping it up and what could be done to make the building better. Mala then pointed to what seem like a random spot on the building's visual on the OIN Maid's screen and said, "There! Aim there!"

Everybody looked at the spot on the right corner closest to the OIN Maid. They had no idea what Mala was talking about but knew that when she said things like this then she was right.

Mala then grabbed the radio and said, "So we all get moving then. No if ands or butts."

Mala then looked at Anna and said, "So lets go!"

Anna nodded before Mala giving her the thumbs up sign. Mala then ran out of the navigation room.

The work on the OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper was still being done. Most of the work was on the OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper but still it was all three of them. There was also work from Operation Fresh being done. The zombies were working as planned while there was also other things needed to be done. The project itself was a work in progress.

Mala was on the hull of the OIN Maid with her swampert beside her. A few other people had some water type pokemon and one had a prinplup. Mala then nodded and soon she got on her Swampert. The mudfish pokemon then jumped into the water and soon the others follow.

"Dive."

Once the water pokemon hit the water they were surrounded by a huge orb that looked like a bubble. All of them were now the black colored water. The current was strong and Mala knew it was because of the whirlpools nearby. She then looked at the person with the prinplup and said, "Ok. Whirlpool."

At once the prinplup and the trainer nodded and stopped. A few others did too. Soon each one of the water pokemon began to form one huge glowing whirlpool was hanging above them. The water pokemon then threw it at the whirlpool to counter the whirlpool. Soon the whirlpools were gone.

At once Mala and her swampert began to do an underwatch dash and all Mala said, "Hurry hurry. Gotta go gotta go!"

Soon the others followed and were heading towards the black color soil. Mala could feel a dark aura around the island. She just didn't know what it was but it felt good. The ground began to rumble which Mala knew was from the firing from the OIN Maid. Mala smiled and soon she was on land with her group.

Mala then looked around on the land. She still had her gas mask on and knew that she was safe. Mala then saw an opening. It was a very large crack in the building surely caused by the blasting from the OIN Maid. Mala then pointed at it and said, "There is our entrance! Go go go!"

Sean Agreeable says, "Damn...I just remember there were unown in Sinnoh and they are easier to get too..."
Graffiti
Ruins of Alpha, Johto

The plane was now in the air over Johto. This land of greens was almost endless. Clearly a different place then the sand of brown that was Orre. Sean has traveled more then both Anna and Mala. He used to help smuggle computer and chemicals from Orre and other lands. IT was how he became a hybrid after all.

"So what are we doing here?" asked Fred. He was looking out the window as they were now heading towards a place made of stone.

"Oh just some sight seeing is all. I mean rarely do we see such place with so much stone and brown." said Sean with a smile.

"Yeah. It is called Orre. You really need to get out more often." said Neko.

Sean laughed, clicked his big PDA device and said, "Well that too. Still we are looking for some unown." Sean then looked out the window and saw they were landing. He then looked at Neko and said, "So our people are good?"

Neko nodded and said, "Yeah."

Sean nodded and could see no answer from the people at Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force. Still from what Sean could tell was that they were working hard on what they were working on. Sean then sighed and knew that they had work to do. The plane finally landed and Sean said, "So lets go out."

Sean was now walking on the ground with the glameow hybrid, Neko, and Frd who was human. There were others with them but Sean didn't care about them. Or he did but not enough to think about their names. Sean then saw a structure and said, "So there are some unowns there."

"Not really. No unowns have been seen here for years." said Neko.

Sean nodded and said, "Then we will give it a try then."

Sean and his group enter the ruin and saw that it was just an empty room. It then had an anicent slide puzzle. Sean then said, "Intresting."

[karmachameleon]

Patrick Ewing
Team Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre

I awoke in an instant. Falling asleep at the wheel of a motorized vehicle will do that to you. I had just taken off from a parts junkyard when a wave of drowsiness swept through my mind. I had been up until noon every day the past week working on my RF-drone signal, but I couldn't worry about that now. I had to keep working. I had had a small mental breakthrough on the function of my current project and rushed to get parts for it, not really thinking about sleep. Oh well, at least I'm fine now.

As soon as I saw the humongous mass that was mt former parents' estate, I quickly ditched my motorcycle and headed on into the garage to continue work. I got to my computer when I heard a few heavy steps approach me.

"Sup bro, you wanna go on my yacht?"

"Hahaha, shut up, I don't have time," I quietly replied to my enormous friend Scott Sunboar.

"Woah, calm down, I just noticed you were working way too hard over the last few days on another one of your "inventions" and just dropped by cuz I was really bored. I've been gluing doorknobs to the wall all day, so I just came to see whats up. No need to scream at the top of your lungs."

By my "inventions", he was referring to my uncanny and unfortunate ability of making something that was already invented without noticing until a few days later. I would get really excited after every time I had something "new", and then be looking at the bottom of a bottle later on that very night, working away at something else. Serious business. This had been going on for the last few months and Scott and Mai were getting really bored, since nothing really new had been going on with anything political involving Orre or Graffiti during that time.

"I know, I know. This could really help us out though. We could drone out any radio broadcast with this thing... possibly. So I need to get back to work. Tell me if you hear anything new. I've been hearing about some powerful artifacts being discovered in Sinnoh and they would be a great asset to our cause if we could find them."

"Aight." Scott walked off, pounding on the wall the whole way.

Projects-
RF Drone Emitter- 10%

[Dog of Hellsing]

OOC: Now to ensure someone doesn't just sneak in and steal the Sigil XD.

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IC: Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid)
The Cullen
Route 217 Laboratory, Sinnoh

Nothing. I'd been searching through piles of papers and books and diaries, and scanning dozens of computer files that were left unencrypted and even a two-year-old could have accessed. And I had nothing to show for it. Nearly two hours of searching in this God-forsaken cold, and not a damn thing! I snarled in anger and smashed a nearby table into bits with my tail, sending papers and books flying.

The lab was large, though, and I told myself that several times in an effort to calm down. I'd searched a couple dozen rooms, and probably had twice that many left to look through. It would take time. But I didn't have that kind of time. I was getting colder and colder, despite the protective boots and coat I had on. If I hung around too much longer I might end up with hypothermia or something equally unpleasant. I sighed and pulled out Kokoi and Shred's PokeBalls. The Froslass and Scizor emerged with twin flares of light.

<This is the lab?> Kokoi asked. I nodded and fought to hold back a shiver.

<What are we doing?> Shred inquired. I explained everything to him and he nodded. The two Pokemon then went off on their own to help me search. Kokoi seemed happy about her surroundings, being an Ice Pokemon (or part Ice, at least). Shred wasn't affected too much because of his steely exoskeleton. I watched them head of and rubbed my hands together, blowing out an irritated breath before resuming my search.

The next few rooms held nothing of any importance. Out of anger (and also partly because of an irresistible need to warm myself up), I unleashed a Fire Blast at a table piled with scraps of paper and musty old textbooks. The wood and paper caught ablaze and burned merrily, giving off some much-appreciated heat as they burned. I got as close to the blaze as I could without catching myself on fire as well, sighing softly as I basked in the warmth.

The fire died much too quickly, but at least I was warm now. Feeling invigorated, I headed off to the next room. I was barely able to begin looking through the books neatly stacked on a bookshelf when Kokoi came flying into the room, her yellow eyes wide as she darted all around.

<Nee!> she cried as she waved a small, thin book around. <I found something! Oh, you're going to be thrilled! But probably also mad...> The Ghost handed me the book. <Go to page ten.> I did as she instructed and started reading:

Sacoma and I are the only ones left. Everyone else has either fled or been killed. It has now fallen to us to keep the Wild safe. But we have done so for years, so it's hardly any different now. Just that the two of us are the only company we have now. It does get lonely and boring and cold, but it must be done.

We have left the Wild in the underwater cave of Lake Acuity, where it was kept during research. Sacoma has continued to keep what he calls "mindsmog" over the entire cave. It will take an equally old and powerful Psychic Pokemon to penetrate that mental haze, which I doubt will happen. Someone has to find out the Artifact is here, first. And if anyone is so foolish as to find the thing and try to find it manually, why, they'll be there for years! There are hundreds of perfect hiding places for the Wild, and everytime Sacoma and I go to check on it, we move it to a new place. Just to be on the safe side.

And thus is how we are destined to carry out our final years, acting as guardians, though perhaps slaves is a better word, of the Wild.

I stared at the page, read it a few more times. I felt my pulse start to race as Kokoi grinned, knowing from whatever expression I was wearing that I was done reading.

<Now flip to the last page,> she told me. I nodded dumbly and did as she said. There were only a few lines scribbled on the white sheet, but it was enough to nearly make me dance with glee:

Our routine check on the Wild has ensured it's still there. We will go again at the allotted time to check on it again. How dreary this is becoming, but as I've said before, it must be done. Sacoma and I, we refuse to allow the Wild to be taken and abused by those greedy souls who desire only for themselves.

It wasn't just the entry that made me so giddy, either, but the date it had been made. Two days ago! The Sigil of the Wild, for that was obviously what whoever owned this diary was referring to, was still here! Well, not here perse, but in Lake Acuity.

<Have you seen anyone else around here?>

<No,> Kokoi said with a frown. <It's possible whoever was keeping the journal isn't staying here. Maybe they brought it with them to write stuff down in and forgot it? I don't think there's anyone living here.>

<In Snowpoint, then?>

<It's the most likely place, though if this person has an Alakazam they could live anywhere.> Kokoi was right about that, and I cursed softly. An Alakazam could instantly teleport itself and whoever owned it to and from the cave under Lake Acuity. They didn't have to live nearby. Hell, they didn't have to live in Sinnoh!

<Well, we probably won't gain anything from checking the cave, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt,> I said. <And who knows? Maybe whoever wrote this is lying. Maybe they're trying to mislead anyone who came looking for the Sigil.>

<You say that like they were expecting the journal to be found and read,> Kokoi said.

<And if they were smart they would, in this day and age,> I replied, shoving the journal into a pocket. <Anyways, I say we check the cave, then go to Snowpoint and start looking for more leads there.> Kokoi nodded without saying anything as we headed off to find Shred. Once we'd located him, we went outside and made our way to the Lake. It was cold, harsh going, but we reached it about twenty minutes later. I called out Jashen as I stared into the crystal-clear Lake, which was partly frozen.

<Can you teleport us down there?> I asked the Hypno. He peered into the water, judging how deep it was to the cave, then nodded.

<I'm not sure where we'll come out though,> the Pokemon said, sounding cautious. <I've never been down there before. I should probably go down once by myself so I can lock onto a location.> I nodded and the Hypno vanished with a cracking noise, as if a car had backfired in the distance. A few moments ticked by before he reappeared and took us all down into the cave.

It was dark and cool, but a lot warmer than outside. I could make out the shapes of lights that had been dimmed to the point of almost going out. I didn't feel like bothering with the lamps, so I asked Kokoi to use Flash so we could see where we were going and what we were doing, and then we started searching for anything that might look implant-ish.


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Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 11/25
Metabolism Drug 11/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 11/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 11/25
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[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
Jabba's Hut Steakhouse, Saffron City

The work day was finally over, and Kirov laid back on the cushy red bench in satisfaction. It was a job well done. The Volt Rifle was already undergoing mass production, and the Stingray was almost completed. It would be a weapon of choice for the guerrilla-warfare type harassment campaigns the generals were talking about. Small, fast, stealthy, and above all, powerful, one didn't get a better harassment vessel than that.

"So these Psychic-types, they're ridiculous," his friend, John, was saying while cutting into a large, juicy New York Strip. The inside of the steak was so red it almost made Kirov want to puke just to think about it eating it. John liked his steaks very rare. To the point where Kirov wondered why he bothered having them cooked at all.

"How so?" Kirov replied, his tone flat. John didn't mistake it for lack of interest, however. Not that it would have mattered to him anyways. He was one of those people who talked just to hear the sound of his own voice.

"Some of these guys, they're untouchable, I'm telling ya. I saw this Alakazam just lift up this Tyranitar, this giant multi-ton monster, and just throw it into a river. With nothing more than its mind! It's insane!"

"Indeed," Kirov said, agreeing not because he actually did, but just so he wouldn't have to explain his own viewpoint. Which John wouldn't have cared to hear anyways. One must wonder how two people so different could become friends. Then again, those same people must wonder how a parents could spawn twins so different.

"I wish I could do that," John mused, sighing wistfully. "That'd just be the shizz. What if we could control that kind of power..."

"Mmmhmm," Kirov mumbled, his mouth full of steak.

Suddenly, he was hit by an idea. A wonderfully delectable idea.

Later, he would wonder if other people, geniuses, the first to conceive of an idea which had never done even thought of before, had felt the same way when first thought turned towards their invention.

Instantly he dropped his fork and knife, took out his datapad, and start jotting down notes on it. John looked at him curiously. "Wazzyodoing?"

Kirov smiled. "Later."

Projects:
Stingray: 13/15
Cryocopter: 12/15
VS6 ICBM: 4/20
Empress's Revenge: 10/20
VS5: 8/10

Dasha Eva

[Black Fox of the Darkness]

Zane Brookhaven
Nameless Soldiers
Nemeless Soldiers HQ




Zane walked into his office and scanned the blueprints of the Anti-Air/Water guns onto the system. Now all he had to do was start building them. He started by making a Prototype of the communication system that would connect to the Nmeless HQ every time a missile was fired. He began by inputting the wires into the small metal box.

~

Meanwhile, Cynthia was busy typing away at the computer keys. She was still agrivated that it had locked her out, but now the ystem was starting to come together smoothly. She took a CD from her pocket and placed it in the slot in the computer. The program started to run and a window popped up asking if she wanted to install the security system. Excited, she clicked yes and watched the code scroll across the screen. It was just a sequence of 1's and 0's, but Cynthia could understand it fine.




Projects
Anti-Air/Water defenses [3/13]
Program hacking defense system [3/10]

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

It seems that since that event, my companions have been quite more vigilant and fearful. Ever since I told them what happened, explaining the secret traps hidden inside Sky Pillar, most of my allies have kept a close watch on themselves and others, a fear I’m certain was reinforced by the three bodies we saw on the next five floors... As the letter stated, all the “positive” emotions given off by the tower continued to increase in strength, and I had to keep a close watch on both myself and my companions so that we didn’t endanger ourselves again...

We discovered three more of Alexander’s letters, his writing more stable and heavy the higher we went, describing his intentions of reverse-engineering the Kian’Zal technology, theories on the locations and designs of the other artifacts, and further information on the civilization’s culture. Like the other notes, we took them, knowing they may be useful later on.

“Yo, man, I think I’m trippin...” A low male voice from Chuck, the Poliwrath hybrid, grunted behind me.

“By Arceus... How did they do this?” Elena’s soft voice gasped in shock.

“This will make things more interesting...” The nonchalant voice of Lucius, the Alakazam hybrid, said into the obstacle ahead...

The room seemed like some kind of twisted funhouse. Many reflective walls covered the floor in all three dimensions, and from what we could make out from the constantly shifting images, these were also arranged into the form of a distorted labyrinth, many images of ourselves, lights, statues, and the stairs mixing up in one display of visual chaos.

As before, I turned to our historian for advice on this - she honestly seemed to be a vast well of Kian’Zal knowledge. The Gardevoir hybrid looked at the maze, sighed in concern, then began speaking in a low tone of both fear and awe.

“Labyrinths of Illusion, we called them... They were really quite common with the Kian’Zal, who often used them in their more important structures. They would use a special device to navigate the maze easily, while intruders - like us - and sometimes newcomers would have to prove themselves worthy of their building by going through the maze the hard way.”

“A test of intelligence, memory, and patience. That certainly sounds like something the Kian’Zal would do.” I reply with that same heavy feeling of grimness... Then I realize that the sense of happiness and passion emanating from the tower has disappeared...

“And self-control, emotional stability, and with others, coordination.” I realize the macabre game the ancients are playing with us now. “At first, they sought to lull us into complacency and incompetence.” And they almost succeeded... “Now it’s the opposite. Instead of trying to make us feel too happy, passionate, and patient, they seek to break our morale, confidence, and stability.” Already my allies were rapidly becoming uneasy...

“Lucy, heal bell. Keep a constant pulse at low strength so it doesn’t deplete all your energy.” I commanded the Blissey hybrid.

“You got it! This place gives me the creeps...” She shivered for a second, then a vivid light blue aura surrounded her pink body. A second later, a soft, resonant chime began sounding in the chamber, and almost immediately, I felt myself and saw my companions calming down, returning to their normal state. After giving all of them a clear warning about the different challenges ahead, I realize I need to ask one more question.

“Elena, anything else I need to know about the Labyrinth of Illusion?”

“First, you cannot fly above it, but you probably figured that out already... The illusion also expands into the air, and if you try to use flight, you will probably crash into many of those mirrors - which are also spiked and connected with many tripping wires, I warn you... It’s pretty much impossible. Second, as you probably guessed, the metal is once again virtually indestructible, so don’t try blowing a pass through the maze. Third, the metal dampens telepathy, all types of ESP, radar, radio, and magnetic pulses within a short radius around it, and of course distorts light, so most means of communication and navigation are useless inside a Labyrinth of Illusion. Oh, they often use a mix of ghost, dark, and psychic type pokemon to further confuse anyone who goes into the maze.”

Truly, your wits and control of emotion were the only weapons you had in there...

I made sure each person had a large supply of thin Ariados silk rope, sufficient rations, a few de-stressing items, and a good supply of patience and calm. I dared not give flares in such a place...

“Stay together, help each other, and don’t do anything rash. Remember my advice, for it might save your mind in there.” I watched as they seemed to steel themselves for the maze ahead...

“Hold each other’s hands, triple file.” I watched the 24 hybrids arrange themselves, giving a few pieces of advice and rearranging one or two of them on the way.

“Let’s go.” I slowly walk into the labyrinth, taking in every sight, observing every illusion... This was not the kind of challenge I anticipated - but it makes sense, as it’s guarding an artifact of great knowledge.

We have taken our first step into a realm of chaos and insanity...



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[Dog of Hellsing]

Nee Harris (Garchomp Hybrid)
The Cullen
Underwater Cave of Lake Acuity, Sinnoh

I called out my other Pokemon after nearly a fruitless hour of searching. Jashen tried to locate the thing with his psychic powers, but it seemed whoever had written in the journal was telling the truth about the "mindsmog" down here. Jashen gave up after a few minutes, complaining that the sound of mental static was giving him a headache. I had him sit down to rest while everyone else, including myself, spread out more and more to continue searching.

I soon realized it was futile for us to keep looking. The cave wasn't very large, maybe a mile in radius, and there was only the one floor. But there were so many nooks and crannies and other similar hiding places that we'd never find them all like this. I grumbled and recalled my Pokemon except Jashen, who I had teleport me back to the surface. I then recalled him as well and started off, trudging through thick, cold snow towards Snowpoint City.

By the time I arrived, my body was half-numb and the rest of me was stinging horribly. I staggered into the Pokemon Center, which had the heat up to what felt like a hundred degrees. I sighed heavily, grateful for the heat. I was going to be sore later when feeling started returning to me, but at least I'd be warm.

I went to the counter, where a Clefable Hybrid was smiling gaily. I handed her my PokeBalls without a word and then started wandering around, asking the various Hybrids if they knew anything about someone who owned an Alakazam. Everyone I asked denied such knowledge, and it was with irritation that I sat to wait for my Pokemon to be healed.

"Excuse me," a soft voice said about five minutes later. I blinked and looked around, then down. There was a tiny Natu Hybrid staring up at me, a cunning light in her eyes as she smiled brightly. "You're looking for Mr. Anderson, right? The old man with his Alakazam?"

"Um, yes," I said, my attention fully focused on the young Hybrid before me. "Do you know him?"

"We all do," the Hybrid replied slyly. "But he made us promise to never reveal him to anyone who came looking for him. You can find him at 1098 Rime Street." The little Hybrid then turned and started walking off without another word. I watched her go, then blurted, "Hey, wait! Why're you telling me this?" But the Hybrid only turned long enough to smile brightly at me, then vanished as she teleported away. I stared at where she'd been standing, slumping into my seat a moment later.

Why had the Hybrid just told me where the man could be found, if he'd made everyone here promise not to reveal him? Was I being led into a trap? It was a strong possibility; if anyone came snooping around, drop a hint like that and watch them rush headlong into doom. Would it be smart to follow the Hybrid's advice and go to the address she'd given me, or should I ignore her words and continue to look on my own?

The nurse called me over a moment later and handed me my Pokemon's PokeBalls. I thanks her and moved away from the counter, then called everyone out and quietly told them about the strange Natu Hybrid. They all looked uncomfortable about the situation, but also determined.

<Let's just go,> Tyko grumbled after a moment. <If anything happens we'll be fine. We can handle an old man and his Alakazam, or anything else they try to throw at us. Anyways, can we risk missing out on something that might actually be valid?>

<Good point,> I answered, and that was that. I recalled everyone and headed out of the Pokemon Center, heading down a random street and beginning the hunt for 1098 Rime Street. As I walked I wondered if maybe I should have asked someone for directions, but that might seem suspicious. I didn't know what kind of game was being played here, or what the rules were, and I wasn't about to risk playing my turn wrong by nosing around too awfully much.

So I wandered up and down snowy streets and ice-slick sidewalks, steadily losing the body heat I'd built up in the Pokemon Center. I grumbled under my breath as I went, watching the exhaled air plume in front of me. It was enough to make me growl, startling a small group of Mareep Hybrids that were walking by me. I chuckled a little as they hurried away, then shook my head. I wasn't here to scare anyone. I was here to try and get the Sigil of the Wild so I would have a chance to save the Parukia Hybrid, and to help The Cullen achieve world-peace. Not only that...if I got it first, that would keep it out of the hands of others who would use it for evil.

I increased my pace, scanning street names as I hurried along.


~~~
Current Personal Projects: “Invincibility” Metabolism Medicine 12/25
Metabolism Drug 12/?
Crimson Head Data Collection: 5/?

Current Team Projects: Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 12/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 12/25
~~~

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

When I stole cars, I always made sure the person’s personal junk was out of it, unless there was some worth to it. And this Edge Twinstar was crammed with crap. I went through the newspapers when I managed to come across a PDA. It was dirty and it looked like someone had been using it for years, but I quickly turned it on.

Searching through the menus, I managed to go into the person’s email, which was easy since they were lazy and careless and decided to allow the PDA to remember the person’s password, completely killing the point. Swell, because I wasn’t good with cracking codes like Seaust was. I went through the person’s email, and it was clear whoever owned this was part of Farco. There was some junk, but I managed to come across one of them that was an excellent lead. It was sent out to a few people, and I recognized Larry’s name. I realized, Larry was the sender now, and it seemed like things got interesting.

Guys,

I’ve got a problem. The Hand of J’Ean is a hand implant, and I found this out the hard way. I didn’t intend to put it on, but I guess somehow through handling, it implanted itself onto my hand. I can still move it despite the fact it hurts like hell, but there’s no way I can take it off, and I don’t trust those surgeons. Its power… its insane. I don’t want to get into details, but I can assure you I’m telling the truth. Its just like all the others.

Meet me at the Oreburgh safehouse. If you guys need the address again, its 76 Westbank. I know we haven’t used it in years, but its better than staying here. The planes are never going to take off with the riots and I know half of us are Hybrids now anyway. We’ve got to keep these things away from people.

Larry

I threw the PDA aside and cracked up laughing. It confirmed my thoughts about the planes, I knew people were that stupid. Idiots who wanted to get on but didn’t have tickets were going to try and force their way on, even if there was no seat for them. Hell, they would have sat in the luggage areas to get on, but of course that was against a million safety regulations. It all made sense.

I pulled out my AquaCom and contacted Shelly. She was going to love the fact that she had spent the last four hours reading the hell out of that history garbage and find out she only wasted all that time again.

“Shelly, I got a lead.” I told her, “Meet me in the parking lot. I got my hands on a Twinstar. Turns out, Larry accidently put the Hand of J’Ean on himself, and now he’s hiding out in some safehouse in Oreburgh. We find him, we find the implant.”

“God damn it.” Shelly spat back into the radio, “Are ya serious? I read all this sh*t for nothin’?”

“Come on, let’s go before he decides to move.” I told her, “I read one of his emails and it sounds like his a paranoid little freak. I say we kick his ass, get the Hand, and get the hell out of here.”

“Fine.” She replied, “I’m comin’ down. I’ve wasted enough time here, damn it.”

I waited for her, but I remembered thinking that Larry might not be there anymore. But, if he sent this email everywhere, I was sure he would have left some notice for his friends to follow. Still, I didn’t care if we had to kill the whole lot of them, I wanted that damn thing. He wouldn’t need it because he was some scared, little b*tch, but I had way more intentions for that thing than he would.

Once Shelly came down and jumped into the car, I drove off, heading to Oreburgh. The streets were pretty clear now, thankfully. It seemed that whoever hadn't gotten the hell out of here became a Hybrid and just decided to live with it.

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[skiboydoggy]

Yuki Akagane | Marisa Vermillion
The Cullen
Lilycove City, Hoenn

Yuki tried to mutter his charm, tried to pray for Marisa to remain safe, but no sound came out. His lips refused to move, his mind refused to put in the effort for such a trivial thing. If he had the energy to pray, then he was better off using that energy to win instead. If he had the mental capacity to wish for Marisa's safety, then that space would be better used in trying to cut away the zombies. His arms felt like they were moving through water, but his sword's movements were as fluid as water, as he abandoned all other notions and concentrated on only one thing.

He had to defeat his enemies. He had to crush his enemies. He had to destroy his enemies. He had to obliterate his enemies. He had to make sure that they would never threaten anything he cared about ever again.

His sword was as swift as the wind, and he was as a hurricane. Yuki Akagane would not be stopped. He could not be stopped. He would not stop even if he was stopped. He would rip through his enemies, the wall that stood between him and a person he loved as though she was his own sister. For the sake of those he cared about, he would touch the untouchable and break the unbreakable, because that was what it meant to be a guardian, a fang for those without fangs. If he wanted to protect everyone, then he had to start from those close to him.

Yuki...

He drew his second sword, reverting to the twin-bladed style of combat he had used earlier, ripping through the zombies twice as quickly as before. It was a style he had given up due to fatigue, but fatigue was but a trifle before danger to his family. He had to guard them with his life, he had to protect them with his entire being, and most of all, he had succeed. The cost to himself was no cost at all, not as long as they were in danger.

Yuki...

A thrust, a slash, an overhead swing that had the zombie in two clean pieces, and he was not thinning them out at all. He could not advance, but he had to, so he pushed ahead regardless, knowing full well that these zombies could not hurt him, and understanding even more clearly that he would have continued even if they could.

"YUKI!"

He spun around, jolted from his trance-like state by a hand on his shoulder, trying to drag him away from the battle. He almost screamed at that hand, almost threatened to tear it off, but he had not the strength to do such a thing. Besides, there was no need to. His mission had been accomplished, for it was Marisa standing before him, surrounded by her Pokemon and more than capable of taking care of herself.

"The plane is coming. I saw it in the sky a few minutes ago. Let's go."

Yuki Akagane, probably one of the strongest men in the world, lost his strength and fainted.

A scream almost escaped Marisa, but she was made of sterner stuff than that, and she could only smile when she saw that he was smiling.

"Sora, hold on to him for me. I swear, I'm going to kill Leon."

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 12/15

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Melee Edition: 12/20
ULTIMATE ANTI-ZOMBIE WEAPON! Ranged Edition: 12/25

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Underground Laboratory, Military Base, Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Now what?

“Finally,” Sol said, sighing a little, “that seemed to last forever. I thought that they’d stain my clothes!” She looked down and then frowned heavily, seeing that she was soaked in zombie ichor. “Man, who would have thought that these things would be so messy! I need a change of clothes …”

She wasn’t as bad as the gunmen, who had gone on a rampage after his friend’s death and had finished off nearly every remaining zombie, and was now covered almost head to toe in everything from brain matter to bits of lip. The first room had been big, a receptionist area of some sort, with a variety of desks and whatnot strewn around the room. There were only two doors leading into other areas, and one was on the other side of the elevator, and a quick check showed it was a simple hallway free of zombies.

“Alright,” Vance said, “let’s go ahead and move on. There’s nothing we can do just sitting here.”

Sam, the friend of Lucas and a top-rate gunner nodded, wiping away the remnants of a tear. He was a soldier, and he knew that his friend had freely chosen to give his life for the goals of the team when he joined it. It was something that every soldier was prepared for, but the members of PACK were close enough to the point where every death was a tragedy, something that they would make up next time they found an enemy. Still, they would have time to grieve later, after the mission. And so, putting their emotions aside, the team of three moved into the hallway and into the laboratory proper.

It was a simple thing, clean and white, and it was obvious that there had been no zombies ever along this way, which made it obvious that they had come from the other direction. They backtracked, opening the other door and into a dirty, smelly hall that looked more like a prison or something out of a horror movie. There were simple, sturdy doors lined on either side of the hallway, and inside were rooms that had obviously been used to study the zombies. The door on the other side of the hallway was open, and a quick check showed that it had been a prison for the zombies so they could do experiments on them. There were some zombies milling around but nothing interesting, so they quickly shut the door and moved back out to the first hallway.

The doors on either side of the hallway for this hallway led to clean, sterile labs, a normal lab with chemicals, mixers, test tubes and everything else you’d find in a chemistry lab. There were no computers, so it was clear that whoever worked here primarily used laptops, much like the scientist whose networked computer they found in the space above. There was nothing really to see but some chemicals, though Sol did take a few, explaining that she could use them to mix up bombs.

The other rooms were pretty much the same, though each differed, telling Vance that each room was probably for something different, or studying something different. Still, he had no idea what they were for, and he would probably only know for sure when he went through the information later on. But for now he knew that he had to hurry before the first phase ended and his delusions started. Before long they went through a door into another large room, though this one had a multitude of computer banks with a variety of glass rooms. The glass rooms looked a little like hospital rooms, though each of the beds had heavy restraints. The theme of hospital meets asylum was throughout the giant room, an atmosphere that was creepy despite the fact that it was so clean.

“The hell were they studying here?” Sam asked as he stared around, utterly at a loss. He was a soldier through and through, a master of ground-based combat and a decent pilot at that, and so something at this would have been out of place for him in anything but a nightmare. Of course, out of the three only Vance had any experience with working in places like this, and only then in his first phase to help with a particularly difficult problem.

“Well,” Sol said with a smirk, “I’m guessing that the elevator in the back will lead us to whatever it is.” The two men couldn’t help but groan, both of them not wanting to go down any longer. Still, the schematics they had taken from the scientist’s computer had told them that there was an elevator and one more floor below them before it finally reached the end of the giant underground part of the military base.

This elevator was much bigger, and though it was clean it was also either older or much more used. The walls were rusted at some places, and at others there were stains that remained even after what looked like many attempts to get it out. There were even bits where it looked charred, as if something had tried to burn the elevator. They clicked the button that would lead them down and then started readying themselves for what would come next.

----

A dark shape waited at the bottom, waiting, watching.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 13/20
HK-71 plans: 13/30
NU Sea Turtle: 11/20
Special Explosives: 6/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 6/?

[Shen]

OOC: This is what happens when I go afk, Neo gets the uber crap :P

Also, Cipher, you could've PMed me and worked something out with me, you didn't have to be restricted to a short post.

IC: Jacob Donahue
The Cullen
En Route to Blackthorne Base, Johto

"Mr. Donahue,

You're probably tired of seeing messages from me, aren't you? Anyways, Redfield, Haas, and myself have just been given a mission from Williams. It seems another jet bringing in more refugees has gone quiet, so we're going out along with some others to find out what's happened.

Also, we hit a snag on the PDS project. We need Magikarp scales, so I've called a halt to it for now until we get the supplies we need. I will need to take some people to Slateport City, since it seems they have a large stock. If that's fine with you, I'll see to it as soon as I get a chance.

~Harris"

I frowned, even four hours after receiving this particular message. It was disturbing, the news about more hybrid refugees going silent. This group, whatever they were, had to be dealt with, and soon. Otherwise, we made find ourselves in the middle of a genocide, depending on how much power these people gain. I had placed it in the list of priorities for The Cullen, and sent it to Command.

One of the soldiers who went with me, a former Special Forces commando from the Johto Army named Iruno Hiei, turned to me and spoke. "Er, Zero-"

"Just call me Jacob, or Donahue," I said simply.

"Right," he said, clearing his throat, "Donahue, do you think that we'll really be able to stop those other organizations that have risen up so easily?"

I looked straight into his eyes through his mask. "I never said it'd be easy. But I do believe that we will be able to defeat them, in time. It will be hard, I know, but we can't give in. We just have to hit them harder, and find where it hurts them most." My eyes pierced into his. "We have to prod at each and every point until they collapse beneath us."

"...Gotcha," he responded, "Geeze, now I see why a guy ten years younger than I is our leader..."

The trip back to Blackthorne from that point was pretty quiet on the helicopter, little to nothing else said. One man was investigating the blueprints, looking through them and seeing just what was in store. One man was disassembling and reassembling his M4 over and over, while the third man and Hiei were looking out the windows, always vigilant. I sat at the back and kept to my thoughts on the war situation that had become so prevalent in the world today.

After another half hour, the helicopter touched down inside the Blackthorne, main base complex through an entrance hidden in the ground, and we exited the craft quickly. I dismissed the team to their posts and walked alone towards the large door leading to the research department from the indoor helipad, all blueprints in the pack on my back.

Walking through the door, I was greeted by a familiar old man, Charles Psyche. He rode in his custom electric wheelchair today, smiling and distorting his old, wrinkled facial features as he saw me. I walked forward as he turned to face me. "Ah, Mr. Donahue, so good to see you again," he said in his strong English accent.

"Hello, Psyche, I trust your vacation went well?" I asked, smiling a little.

He nodded. "Ah, the shores of Olivine were as divine as ever. And how was your excursion to the Hoenn region?"

"Ugh, I'm low on ammo, there were ton of zombies," I said.

"Ah, but of course, the Task Subjugate missile attack is to blame. But I digress. Where are these blueprints you came across?" he asked, holding out a hand.

I took my pack off my shoulder and grabbed all the blueprints from the inside, handing them to the old genius. "There ya go, everything on the heavy under armor."

"Interesting name, we may change it depending on how the development goes, hehe," Psyche said as he looked over the designs and specifications. He was an extremely fast reader, reading something that took me an hour in five minutes. When he finished with all of the sheets, he looked up to me. "Well, we better get this to the development rooms, shan't we?" He turned his chair around and rolled the opposite way, and I followed him into a normal hallway.

We passed many shorter hallways and rooms with various experiments inside on our way. I smirked as I saw scientists tapping on bullet shells, where my Hornet's Nest was obviously under research. In another room I saw Farleen Lancaster working with various fluids in flasks. It was extremely busy in the research department, with only a few projects fully underway and the rest merely dabbles.

Finally, we reached the decided room, a lab where several people were busy clinking away at different metals. As Psyche and I entered, everyone snapped up and turned to us, offering a salute. I saluted them back, and everyone except the closest female went back to work.

Taking off her protective goggles, she came over to greet us. "Good evening, Psyche, Donahue," she said in a light tone, "I trust everything is going well?"

Psyche nodded. "Quite. Now then, we're to begin research on these blueprints to determine what material and design the armor could possibly be made out of to make it actually work. This is a priority project, people, so it'll take precedence here."

She nodded and took all but one of the blueprints, which Psyche held back, over to the rest of the researchers. Psyche then turned to me and offered the paper. "Do you notice anything odd about this particular blueprint?"

I took it and glanced over it. "Not...really...."

He smirked. "Take a look at the bottom right corner."

I did as he said, but at first I didn't see anything. Then, I noticed it was very faint, whatever as there. I squinted my eyes a bit and held the paper closer, then held it up so the light above my head would shine through it. There, I beheld some chicken scratch writing. It took only a moment to decipher.

The power of the hedgehog is hidden atop a great silver rock.

"What..." I said, bringing the page back down and looking at Psyche. "Does it mean...?"

Psyche adjusted his glasses and placed his elbows on top of his wheelchair top, pressing his fingers together. "There's no way to say for sure, but I do believe the great silver rock could be our very own Mt. Silver."

I blinked. "Mt. Silver?" I looked at the phrase again. "Alright, that does make sense, but...what is the 'power of the hedgehog?'"

"I speculated on that," Psyche responded quickly, "Hedgehogs use their spines as a defense. Therefore, I can surmise that it's something having to do with a great defense that is hidden on the top of Mt. Silver." He looked up at me. "Have you heard of the Kian'Zal artifacts?"

I pondered a moment. "Briefly. The Kian'Zal were a tribe lost long ago in Sinnoh, right?"

He nodded. "Apparently, the artifacts that survived the ravages of time are of some arcane art unfamiliar to the world today. They allow humans to do some unthinkable things, such as rending an opponent, no matter what armor they wore, purifying or polluting any kind of substance, running faster than even a Garchomp can fly. There is an artifact called the Chest of Shadows. it's a large piece of metal that is shaped like a skull that goes, where else, on your chest. At the moment, this is the only thing I can guess that message may mean. However..." He looked down again. "The Chest's power has nothing to do with defense...None of the artifacts reportedly do. So it might mean something different. Hedgehogs are a close relative of the porcupine, and they use their spines not only for defense, but for offense, so it could mean the Talon of the Soul Decider. I don't think that'd be it, however, something in my gut tells me it's neither the Chest nor the Talon..."

"Maybe it's not one of these artifacts?" I surmised.

He nodded slowly. "Yes...maybe it's not..." He would not say more.

I looked again at the sheet. "Surely it's gone by now, though; the Task Subjugate missiles struck Hoenn quite a few months ago. So I'm positive that this was written even before then."

Here, Psyche grinned. "Now, I do believe you are very wrong, Mr. Donahue. Look again at the blueprint. Left bottom corner."

I did so. "A smear of blood?"

"Blood dried like that may break down enough over that amount of time to chip and flake off with the slightest provocation. However, I think you'll find that this blood will stick there unless scratched off forcefully."

I tried it, and found he was right.

"Something more," he continued, "the graphite that was used to write that chicken scratch is written lightly, and not yet ravaged by a few months' time. Pending on this information, I can guess there was a survivor in the military base in Rustboro, and before he was killed by something, he wrote out that little message, maybe even while he felt death's cold embrace. So...I can guess that is only a week old."

I was amazed at his understanding of all of that. "So...we have a chance it's still up there?"

He nodded, but didn't say anything.

I nodded as well and turned to leave, bidding them all farewell. I walked back along the hallway, ignoring all that was going on near me, and dialed Sarah's number on my PDA. "Sarah, prep another Team and the helicopter."

She chuckled. "Heading out so soon? Don't you want something to eat first at least?"

"Box me a late-night dinner or something, we may have to hurry." I ended the conversation with a click, then wrote up a text.

Kang,

I do hope you're on your way back home by now, we all miss you. Listen, it'd be great if you could meet us up on the mountain out front we all love to play on, I'm going digging, and you're the one I can rely on most to be most excited about it. Lancaster's always busy with her mixing, and Psyche's still stuck in his wheelchair, after all.

Hope things are going well with you on vacation.

~Zero

I used a slight code for this message I new that Zela Kang would catch and decipher. Pocketing my PDA, I headed to the equipment room to restock for the mission.

Jacob's Project List

Hornets Nest: 2/?
Heavy Under Armor: 1/?

The Cullen Project List

Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 12/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 12/25

[skiboydoggy]

Marisa Vermillion | Leon Etherlight
The Cullen
IN A PLANE! En route to Johto

"How's Yuki?" Leon pipped up while looking spinning the combination lock on the safe with one hand and rubbing his extremely sore stomach with the other.

"Let's see... This concentration of lactic acid in his muscles should have had any normal man almost dead and in the emergency room, but thankfully our Yuki isn't a normal man, or you'd have more than that bruise there. Having him fight for eight hours straight without organising any form of extraction... Honestly, Leon, are you heartless, or just dense?" Marisa gave her answer, having completed her preliminary examination of the warrior. She was obviously still pissed off with both males, Yuki for placing himself in such a situation, and Leon for not doing anything about it.

"Honestly, what do you think I could have done about it? I wanted to help him too, but in the first place, any force that I could have sent in would just have been a burden on him, so I just worked on my designs... Yes! Open!" The engineer replied defensively at first, but promptly forgot about it as the safe door flew open, revealing a small stack of paper and a leather-bound book within.

"I knew I got the password down! These Etherlights have no originality."

"So?" Marisa asked, interested in what she had risked life and limb to retrieve. "Is there anything good in there? Because if there isn't, I'll have to hit you again."

"The book looks like a journal... I'll check that one out when I have free time. As for these papers..." Leon skimmed through them, finally pulling out three sheets that he had decided upon. "They are mostly blueprints, but I think these three are the most relevant ones. Most of the others are far too long term to even think about in the current situation. There's this one that's trying to build a nuclear fusion reactor the size of a small fridge using Minovsky Particle Technology for instance, we're looking at fifty years of development here."

"Yeah, so what do we have?"

"There's a laser defence grid... It looks like they managed to perfect the designs to the point where they can be placed in urban areas without being intrusive..." Leon waved one blueprint around, before moving on to the next one. "Then there's the battery, capable of producing far more power than any dry cell of its size."

"Those seem tame. I figured you were for bigger explosions."

"I am, but these are just too useful to pass up. Especially the laser defence grid. I have no intention of risking another Task Subjugate or CDPA sending everyone in Johto nuts. The third one more than makes up for it though. Magnetic particle acceleration allowing projectiles to reach up to 99 percent light speed in a zero gravity vacuum."

"That's a... Railgun, isn't it? The technology isn't new, but the energy requirements are quite the killer."

"Yeah, according to these footnotes, they were competing with the Orange Islands to see who could get it out first, and while they were probably losing the arms race, get this: The design is primarily not made for naval battle, but for use against fortifications at ultra-long range. With the attached computer design behind it, it could fire at Spear Pillar from Goldenrod City, with the pinpoint precision too!"

"Ah, big explosions. Sounds more like you."

"That's not the best part. This is a precision tool, and while the initial design is meant to be used against forts, this is merely the prototype. Combined with the battery..."

Leon merely gave a wide grin, not bothering to finish his sentence.

"Doesn't that mean you'll have to update that Ultimate Weapon design you're working on?"

"Ah well, a title like 'ultimate' doesn't last forever, you know. Besides, I finally gave it a working name, the Lancer. Anyway, I'm off to go start on these things. Give me a shout when Yuki wakes up, okay?"

Yuki's Combat Training:
Strength Enhancement: 12/15 -Suspended due to fainting-

Leon's Freakin' Awesome Designs:
UAZW! Melee Edition: 13/20
UAZW! Ranged Edition - Lancer: 13/25
Laser Defence System: 1/30
Ultra-Efficient Battery: 1/15
Archer Railgun: 1/25

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
En Route to Oreburgh, Sinnoh

The drive to Oreburgh wasn’t very hard with barely anyone on the road. Sitting on the car seat with nine tails was like ramming a pillow in the ass of your pants. I was… slowly getting used to it. Slowly getting used to the fact that every time I had to shut a door, I had to make sure I didn’t close it on any one of my nine tails, or it would hurt like a b*tch. And that usually required me to turn all the way around to face the door before closing it. Just what I needed. Something to waste my already belittled time.

The DD5 Network firewall was already more than halfway done, but the real highlight of the report was the completion of the CDPA weapon. The mental trauma of becoming a Hybrid was very real, and it would absolutely demoralize a whole lot of people if they refused to follow Raidon’s will. If they were smart, they would listen right away, and not try to resist. Anyone that stood against Raidon Makoto’s reign was nothing less than a complete idiot. Raidon Makoto was the best choice for the future this tormented world had for itself. Democracy was a joke and a failure that needed to be laughed at in history, and never applied again. I knew, only the strong would rule and survive. Weak, old, and ignorant men had no place as leaders. They weren’t even wise, just senile men who had no application for wisdom or reasonable assessment. They are what brought the world to its knees.

I knew… CDPA would ensure that Hybrids would be the future, not humans. As I learned my ability to breathe fire and use all the attacks a Ninetales had at its disposal, I knew a normal human was useless without weapons against a Hybrid, weapons that Hybrids could still use! There was no advantage to being a human! I understood this, knowing why some humans would shun the coming of CDPA because of the atrocities it might turn them into. It was very luck-based, nothing more. There were plenty of Pokémon out there I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted to become.

The Behemoth Railguns were almost done, perfect weapons for any idiot that decided to ensure the CDPA strikes and actually consider fighting us. More work was needed on the Leviathan Torpedo System, but a large portion of the work was already completed. And the AMS Underwater Sunlight was developing quickly, a versatile submarine that would wreck hell on anyone else’s navy, even they even so thought of engaging the world’s strongest navy in combat. I dared them to try that.

I showed Shelly the email as I was driving down the very vacant roads. It was definitely a fantastic lead. Heck, becoming a Hybrid for the Hand was worth it. But we were likely going to need to kill Larry if he was still running around with the Hand. Even if he offered to cut his own hand off, I still couldn’t let him live after he saw our faces. And if there was anyone else with him, which was quite possible, we’d have to kill them too. That, and burn down the safehouse to destroy the bodies and the evidence. I loved that part. I would have done that with the condominium, but that was excessive. Someone would be catching on if we destroyed that entire building. Still, that place up there was way too much of a mess for anyone to find anything that we were there.

As I continued down the highway, I knew the Hand would be ours quite soon.

“Are ya plannin’ on givin’ the Hand to Raidon?” Shelly asked me, wondering if I would hand him the Hand like I gave up the Talon.

“He doesn’t need it.” I told her, knowing what he had was already deadly enough, “He’s got the Talon, more than enough to rip apart any sorry jackass and sent ‘em straight to hell. The Hand would be like adding a bayonet to a rocket launcher to him.”

I had my own intentions for using it. And they were all very, incredibly deadly…

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[SuperBoy]

OOC: My bad, Neo. I don't know why I thought it was Bond. xD

Solo
Graffiti
En Route to Realgam Tower, Orre

The trial back in Agate Village wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. Morpheus put up resistance against us, and honestly, that wasn't even that bad. He beat the living hell out of Cooler's Mawile, but his Pikachu got his share of pain on my part. Although his Pikachu was strong, it couldn't overpower my thrust. I was the master and he was the challenger, and in turn, I won. And it would always continue to be that way...

Agate Village was now just a spec behind us. We had been flying for a good two and a half hours so far and Realgam Tower would soon come into sight. It was a large tower in fact, and it was where legends were made. If Ropeburn was there, that meant that he wanted another shot at fame; a shot at taking over. Sadly for him, that wouldn't happen today. Extraction was inevitable and force was necessary. We would use any methods necessary to get the Time Flute information from him, and if he still didn't cooperate, we had many other methods in store for him.

“Old Morpheus was a pain, wasn't he?” Dice mumbled, sitting his head upon his Skarmory. “Yall' should of just let me handle 'em.”

All of us glared at Dice, beginning to wonder why and how he was a member of Quest. Trickery; that's his primary skill, something he really excelled at, and he was number one at it. That's why...

“Yeah, and if we would've done that, we wouldn't have gotten our info.” Dream explained, now facing toward me. “We only have a couple more hours left until we reach Realgam Tower. Start preparing your things within the next hour.”

Realgam Tower wasn't that far from Agate Village, only a few hours away. Meanwhile, while every continued to guide their mounts, I pulled out my Zeta Phone, recognizing that I had one new message. It was from Mala, and if my thoughts were correct, she was replying to my previous message. Quickly, I pressed the “READ” button.

Hello Solo kun!

Well that isn't a cute name. Still ok. I got your message. Sorry about Arty kun. Maybe he be back. I get the names for you. The OIN Servent will be renamed OIN Maid. The OIN Foe will be called Butler and the OIN Groundskeeper will be called the OIN Dark Prey.

I am currently on the way to Citadark Isle to meet up with some people from the organzation called Cipher. Maybe you know about them. Well well. I am not invited but still I hope they don't mind that we are coming on the OIN Maid. Still I told my guy dude, Sean, to keep an eye on Sheer Cold Station and this Orre OCeanic Force. He is busy with some stuff but he is a cool hacker that can keep an eye via use of those cameras. I would go there myself but really we can see Citadark Isle right now and still waiting for Shine Kun to come by to with his friends.

So if anything else. Then lots of love.
Mala


Slowly, I put my phone into my pocket. Shine was useless; Mala didn't need a guy like him traveling around. He was just like Art; a druggie, lazy, and too stuck-up.

At the moment, I needed to clear my thoughts. I only had an hour before preparations, so catching up on some rest wouldn't hurt. Slowly, I shut my eyes and rested my head up the white clouds on my Altaria. Rest was good...

...Yes it was...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 13/25
Orre Oceanic Force - 4/30
“Sheer Cold Station” - 4/30

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Now with more pulp!"
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

The crack was a thin one but still it was an entrance that Mala wanted. Her group was running though the made tunnel as if it was always there. A light could be heard at the end of the tunnel of people panicing.

Mala then got out of the tunnel with her group and saw men wearing gray glasses and red outfits while women were wearing red skirts and blouses with the gray glasses in their hair. Mala then walked in the opposite direction and said to her bluetooth. "We in."

Anna at once reply back, "Scatter."

The group with Mala then seperated with two people with Mala. They were going to run but when they saw Mala walking they decided to just follow her lead. One of them said, "Why are we walking?"

"No need to run." smile Mala. She looked around and saw that nobody really did notice that people like Mala had came in. Because of their dark clothing and the gray background it didn't really matter. These people were so busy wondering why they were being attack that they couldn't take the time to see Mala.

"What is attacking us?" yelled one.

A female voice replied, "I don't know! I heard the visuals are saying that it is the Orange Island!"

"What?" replied another. "What are? I thought they were zombies. Don't tell me those zombies are smart enough to use ships! That is off the sh-"

"What are we going to do?" asked one.

Mala then yelled and said, "FIght back! What else?" The other two with Mala were confused and at once stood their ground to fight back."

The two that were talking and said, "Yeah. But how?"

Mala then slide her way behind a pillar and said, "WIth our pokemon! COme on! Lets do this!"

The two people nodded and ran off. It seemed like more of the Cipher organzation members were listening to Mala's false orders to attack. Soon the people were beginning to run out of the hallway.

Mala then said, "Well that was easy." She then walked on and said, "NOthing to worry about." Mala then press her bluetooth and said, "Stats from the OIN Maid?"

"We have lessen our attack. It seems like some of them are trying to fire some pokemon attacks at us." Anna sighed and said, "I wonder why. Still we are ok. I got done with the others and they are searching the building."

Mala nodded and said, "Good good." She then looked around and said, "Well this place is intresting. Mala then saw the stairs and said, "Well here we go."

"Why not the evevator?" asked another person with Mala.

"I may be crazy but even I know not to get in those things. They are virtually death traps in these situations." laughed Mala.

Mala then walked towards the stairs and said, "Well well." She then pulled out her PDA and said, "If I am right then this place is the only place that hasn't been looked at. Hmm...." Mala then nodded and said, "But it seems like our friends have found the tech room." Mala then began to run.

Operation Fresh being worked on. Some things were just waiting for other things but the work on the zombies was coming along nicely. OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper were also being worked on. Progress on Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force projects was still showing that the project was still being worked on.

Mala then heard the yells of a person saying, "You guys not suppose to be here!"

At once Mala ran towards the doorway and jumped. She then did a double high jump kick and knocked the man that said that out and she landed in the door with some members of her The CHEERLEADERS team. There were tons of computers around her. The other two men that was with the one that Mala kicked looked at Mala and at once gun shots were shot. Mala then moved out of the way and pulled out her guns. After a few random shots, the two men were in pain. The other CHEERLEADERS members at once swarm in and tied the men up.

Mala then saw the massive computer before her and said, "Well. I guess this is what Sean wanted." Mala then pulled out a huge USB stick and looked at the computer. "Now where is this thing? A USB Port? Hmm...."

"Miss Mala. It is right there." said a person.

Mala looked where the person was pointing and said, "Oh. There it is. Now you guys watch my back." Mala then plugged in the massive USB stick into the port and at once a green light on the stick began to flash. Mala then pushed a button on the bluetooth and said, "Hey Sean. Got you plugged in."

Sean Agreeable says, "This isn't cool..."
Graffiti
Ruins of Alpha, Johto

Sean took a quick look at how Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force project was coming along. He just sighed and said, "Well now what we have here."

"It looks like an ancient slide puzzle." said Neko looking at the stone titles before them.

Sean nodded and said, "Yes yes. Now what we have here." Sean at once connected her PDA to his arm. The jack went into the skin of Sean. He showed no pain and then connected his digital camera to the PDA. Sean then took a few pictures of the stone slide puzzle. Sean then said, "Now time to work on this."

Sean then looked up and said, "Well Mala is sending me." He then nodded and said, "OH! INFORMATION! DATA!" Sean then nodded, connected a USB stick to his massive PDA and at once said, "I love being a porygon hybrid. It is like I am my own computer." Sean then said, "Working on solving the puzzle. Working on decoding the puzzle. Good."

"Or maybe I should help too." said Neko. "I use to play with these things all the time."

"And I try." said Fred. He then pulled out a notebook and drew something.

[Alana Marie]

Remidra Mernzar
Nameless Soldiers
HQ and then Apartment Building


She watched his face as he reacted to the jerking of his arm’s, he seemed to be somewhat amused by it. Which in turn amused her further, she pushed a stray piece of hair out of her pale, heart shaped face.

“Go ahead” he said, not a hint of any emotion on his face, and his voice was unwavering. Remidra noted it as a good skill to have, to hide one’s emotions, though she never felt she needed to be cautious enough to do so. He noticed the way she was dressed, obviously (though, not obviously to anyone but her) he was displeased with the appearance. She sighed inwardly, maybe she could put a little effort into looking professional. If it kept him off her back.

She muttered a low thanks and turned on her heel, walking down the hallway. Though the way she walked it seemed more like she was dancing or skipping along. Her fluent motion’s were graceful and full of practice, her feet barley made a noise as she exited the building.

Remidra was quietly stalking through the streets of Saffron, trying to find her apartment. Ah yes, the last time she had been here she had purchased a apartment. Now she just had to find it again, to her surprise, it was within walking distance of her new job (well, walking distance for a crazed, agile, spy-women)

Through the rough wooden door, stood a room, clean and orderly, as if no one had ever left it. Not a single but of dust clung to the clear, glass coffee table. The table was the centerpiece of the room, around it sat a large, deep purple couch, almost black, soft and worn with age. A arm matching arm chair sat next to it, and where a TV should be was a fire place. There was a room adjoining to the living room, though, they were basically still the same room. A kitchen was tucked away at the back, right corner of the living room, a long counter top like a bar stretched in front of a stove and microwave. Next to them a black fridge, it was stocked. Remidra had been paying someone to watch over the house since she left, and when she heard she was coming back she told them to stock the fridge, as she would be feeling to lazy to shop for herself. She quickly flung her backpack onto the couch and ripped the door open, causing a loud clink to come from the shelves as she jerked it around. She reached inside and brought out the first thing she grabbed.

Stalking into the bedroom Remidra flopped down onto the bed, coke in hand. She took a large gulp and turned on the small TV in her room, it was more for background noise, so the deafening silence of her house would not annoy her. She quickly gulped down the rest of it in one swift swig and crushed it with her hand before tossing it across the room into the trash can.

“Three pointer” she mused.

After letting the scolding hot water of the shower running over her for nearly a hour she emerged from the steam blanketed bathroom. Wrapping a towel around her head she dressed herself in a pair of fabric shorts and a tank top. Fixing herself a quick, but rather large, dinner she eat on the couch, watching the fire lick away at its kindling. Feeling her stomach satisfied she gulped down a glass of water and threw herself onto her purple, queen sized bed, face down on the pillow. Her wet black hair pooled around her. With a reluctant sigh she curled up into a ball for a quick cat nap and drifted off into a shallow, but alert sleep. Painfully aware that each minute brought her closer to awaking to the daylight. The thought was saddening, there was so much to do at night, she would no waste it sleeping. She briefly wondered about the projects she now had to supervise and wondered if it would drain her patience in the morning.

Projects
Stingray: 14/15
VS6 ICBM: 5/20
Empress's Revenge: 11/20

[SuperBoy]

Solo
Graffiti
Realgam Tower, Orre

The silver tower, also known as the famous Realgam Tower, came into our view, and within a few minutes I was prepared for our descent. As of now, it was midday, the glowing sun was out and about, and I could feel the tension in the air. Today was the day that Realgam Tower was going to host its official Finals Match, and if my thoughts were accurate, Ropeburn was either hosting or battling. I expected the latter from such a man anyway.

As we circled toward our descent, we attracted quite the amount of eyes from the spectators down below. Many of them were going to watch the show, while others were just there to train in the fitness rooms. Judging by their expressions, it was obvious that they thought we were up to no good. In order for things to run smoothly on this mission, we would have to play our cards right. We had to make the people believe that were in fact up to good. Our primary objective was too attain Ropeburn, and if anything else crossed our path, they would receive a torture too hard for them to fathom.

“Sure are a lot of people here today.” Hope muttered, returning her Pidgeot to her Pokeball. “Ropeburn picked a perfect day to make an attempt at regaining his fame.”

I returned my Altaria to her Pokeball and walked in front of Quest. I analyzed the tower and noticed the front entrance, but obviously, there was long line crowding through the door. As large billboard showed Ropeburn peering into the eyes of his opponent, Imagine. I didn't know how good they were, but they wouldn't stand a chance against me.

“Actually, this was the worst day he could have picked.” I retorted. “Let's get this job done.”

I thought to myself for a second. The massive crowd of people weren't going to budge, which let me know that the front door wasn't an option. We could always have Dice attract the crowd with an illusion, but after a while, it would cause major suspicion. Another option was to just blast through the top of Realgam Tower with Charizard, but that would attract unwanted officials and officers also, and with all of the distractions, Ropeburn, being the famous man that he was, would be able to flee. I had to think of a plan, and fast...

“What do you have in mind, Solo? Breakin' through the top? Showin' them whose boss?” Cooler questioned, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “You could always have me rough up every person here and throw 'em outta' line fer' ya'.”

Dice and Dream began to chuckle at Cooler's plans, knowing that they were all ridiculously stupid. They would work, but at this point, it wasn't necessary. Then it occurred to me. Hope. She would have answers.

“How do you suppose I should make my way to Ropeburn, Hope?” I asked, looking down at my silver watch. “We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. But if that's the only option, I'm down...”

Hope listed to my statements and then began to walk around in circles again.

“That's the only option, except it will start off soft.” Hope replied. “Lock up Imagine, and instead, you go in as the challenger. I don't know if Ropeburn knows his opponent yet, but judging by his amount of fame, he hasn't even met the guy yet. This will be the perfect opportunity to defeat him and take him in for questioning.”

The plan was perfect. Going in as Imagine and challenging Ropeburn was the best way to go at this. Without a doubt, I would win, but after that, how would I extract him without gaining suspicion from the audience. To them, I was just a challenger, but in secret, I was the leader of Orre. Even in the worst case scenario, I could easily make everyone obey me and fear me if I wanted...

“How will he successfully extract Ropeburn without causing a commotion?” Dice asked, now becoming quite curious.

“Leave that to me.” Dream firmly said, smiling afterward. “This plan will take all of us, but the end results will be beneficial. Solo won't only be known as the most powerful man in all of Orre in secret, but after this show, the whole region, no...the whole world will recognize Solo as the hero in general.”

Now I became curious. I wonder what she meant by that...

“The whole world is about to see a blackmailing, intense fighting match, and heroic act all at the same time.” Dream continued, now beginning to walk toward the massive crowd. “And while all this is happening, Solo will be getting the information on the Time Flute. Trust me, we'll be killing two birds with one stone with this plan.”

And now I was interested. Fully interested. If all she said was true, then this was about to be an exciting moment. Both for me and Quest...

...And the world...


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The List

The Graffiti Pacifist - 14/25
Orre Oceanic Force - 5/30
“Sheer Cold Station” - 5/30

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Is that a hint of watermellon in my OJ?"
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

Mala just sat there playing some sort of game on her PDA. The USB port that Mala had connected to the computer system was downloading everything Sean's database and also allow Sean to have a secure login into the network.

Sean looked at the USB port and said, "Amazing that Sean can do such things. I mean I know he wanted me to make him something like this and I did. Still I wonder what he does with all of this." Mala then smiled and said, "Well well. ANybody that can do this is Sean right. So anybody coming?"

The people looked at Mala and shook their heads. Mala could see that they had gagged the men so they couldn't talk much let yell. Mala then looked at the computer and said, "So where can we get a map of this place?" Mala then began to type a few things on the computer. She wasn't a master with computers but she knew how to get some information from it. ANybody with a brain knew to use the help function to search for data on a computer.

Mala then smiled and said, "Well well. Here we have a map!" Mala then nodded and said, "NOw that is nice. I guess we can send this to our people." Mala then connected her PDA to the computer and dragged and dropped the map to it. She then sent the image to her men and said, "Well well."

SOon the words complete was seen on the screen and Mala smiled. She then sent a message to Sean and said, "You got it all?"

Sean's voice was then heard on the PDA and said, "Yeah. Got it. Going to stay here for a while. Anything else?"

Mala smiled and said, "I am guessing that I can make some good fireworks but still this place has meaning to these people. Also I am here for a party and all good parties have party flavors. So where can I get some?"

Sean chuckled and said, "Well well. Ok. The Top Dome. Go there and you can get some treasure."

Mala nodded and said, "Then lets go!"

Operation Fresh was being worked on. SOme stuff was showing that involved some of the dittos that were shipped while the zombies were showing some progress. OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper was still being worked on. IT was amazing how the work was progressing but it was fine either way. Progress on Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force was still being worked on in Gateon Port.

Mala climbed up the stairs heading towars the Top Dome. SHe had a good group of men with her as they ran up the stairs.

Sean Agreeable says, "I should have done the one in Sinnoh"
Graffiti
Ruins of Alpha, Johto

Sean seem happy to have gotten on the information from the Cipher's computers. He nodded and said, "Now this is something. The information! Amazing! Information on Pokemon! Information on their plans! So much here! I love it!" Sean then froze and said, "This can't be. It isn't! It isn't!"

"What is it?" asked Neko who took her eyes off the slide puzzle.

"The stuff for the Shadow Pokemon. Now this is cool." said Sean. He then thought about something for a minute and said, "IT seems like I can use this." Sean then pulled out a keyboard of his PDA and said, "GOing to use this. Sending a message to get the stuff we need to use."

"Ok. Glad to have known that." said Neko.

"Any idea on this?" asked Fred not sure how to deal with the puzzle.

Sean nodded and said, "I got this done now too." Sean then walked to the tile and tried to push it but he couldn't. He then looked at Fred and said, "Can I ask you to do this for me?"

Fred nodded and did as Sean said. He followed Sean's directions to the dot. Neko was able to comfirm that each slide was correct. The final slide was done and nothing happen. Sean then said, "That sucks."

"All for nothing?" asked Neko.

Sean nodded but then began to shake. Everybody then fell to the ground as the ruins began to shake and soon the floor that they were on began to break apart and soon they fell down.

[karmachameleon]

Patrick Ewing
Graffiti
Pyrite City, Orre

After working on the drone emitter for a few more hours, I decided that was enough. I was now able to separate an RF signal into two parts, a part A and a part B, but I couldn't figure out how to cancel one of them out so that the other could completely dominate the airwaves. It was enough of a blockade to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, and decided to radio Scott or Mai to check on any of their findings of the sacred artifacts from that ancient tribe I'd heard about.

"Ewing to Sunboar, anything yet?"

"I got a little bit of info, but nothing to make you too happy. Apparently, a research team a few years ago, the Farco Archaeological team, was digging outside of Oreburgh City and uncovered seven artifacts. Apparently they can attach to your body and give you crazy powers, but sadly all known information was lost due to the CDPA's effect on Sinnoh, including info about the Farco team itself."

"Hmmmm... what do you say we go down there and look for ourselves?"

"What have you been smoking? I'm not going to Sinnoh with all of those zombies walking around like it's Resident Evil. I am not your Luis Sera."

"Are you playing video games right now? Alright, well lemme talk to Mai and she what she's got."

I turned off the radio and turned it back on again and radioed Mai. Scott was obviously having a bad day.

"Mai, any updates?"

""]Yeah, but nothing great. Apparently, there are seven artifacts...[/COLOR]"

"I've heard it all before, and I know. It seems dangerous, but I think we should go venture out to Oreburgh and look for 'em, they'ed compliment my radio control perfectly."

"Jenkem, are you serious? With all of the zombies?"

"Don't worry, we've got knives and guns, not to mention the giant blades growing from your arms. And I know, attack the brain and they'll die. Everything covered."

"Whatever you say, chief." Mai turned her radio off.

I was very excited. I hadn't left my estate for about 2 months except to run errands, but that was all about to change. I quickly loaded my 2-man personal helicopter with ammo and weapons, thinking all the while about what these artifacts were and how we were going to find them. How they would benefit our cause, which would hopefully end this recession and bring about an era of peace for a change. I was going to uncover Farco and nothing was going to stop me.

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

“Oh no, not ANOTHER dead end!” Bruno, the Machamp hybrid snapped impatiently at a semi-translucent white wall with many swirling lights.

“Take 10 deep breaths... Don’t worry, we have plenty of supplies.” And as I gave him what I hoped was a useful reassurance, I had my team move back among the blue rope on the floor, tracing their route back to a known intersection in what I guessed to be the far left of the maze. I have been setting different, color coded ropes and placing down markers for the last few hours, while drawing several maps of the labyrinth on paper, in an effort to navigate this insane construct.

But I know I am racing against time... I need to find the exit before my party completely breaks down from the stresses of this maze. Lucy is becoming quite tired with the constant Heal Bells, though I know she would sooner die then admit it - luckily, they have been helping us greatly, but I know that it’s a precious resource that will peter out if used unwisely... Time seemed to feel distorted here - I was sure that it was flowing normally, but it just felt so much longer then what I knew it really was...

We took a short break, where we helped each other work off our frustrations and take a small meal, then went back into the fray again. Lucius’s eidetic memory and supercomputer-level intelligence, benefits given by his transformation, came in really handy as we continued to navigate the maze, providing a clear map of the area we explored so far by verbal description. That, combined with my regular breaks and Lucy’s tending to distressed companions (For she ran out of the power stored for Heal Bell), kept my team calm, and soon, I felt like we were coming onto something...

“Is it a mirage?” I heard myself ask disbelievingly at what appeared to be a distorted form of a spiral staircase straight ahead, past the walls.

“Judging by the trajectories of the different light beams and the spacial layout of this level, that is highly improbable.” Lucius said coolly.

“In other words...”

“It is most likely the stair. Lead your party on, Gyanden.”

I could swear we breathed a collective sigh of relief. I drained a lot of energy warding off the different pokemon creating more illusions for our party and tending to my party’s distresses. Nothing a bit of meditation, some food, and a Recover can't solve, of course. It’s the others that worry me, particularly Lucy...

“I’ll be alright, friend.” The Blissey hybrid sighed in fatique, as if reading my mind, gazing at what did turn out to be a clear path to the stairs after all. “I’m going to Rest for a while once we get up there, if you don’t mind...”

“I’ll carry ya.” Bruno said gruffly, picking Lucy up and placing her on his back, who fell into a deep sleep immediately.

“I knew you could make it.” Elena said warmly.

“I only focused and coordinated them...”

“That’s what a leader does -“

“But they still did most of the work. Thank them.”

On that note, she left to check on the others, and Lucius made the final calculations for any obstacles in the way.

“Left, left, center.” He replied shortly.

Taking his advice, we finally arrived at the grandest staircase we’ve ever seen... Ok, it’s just like any other one in Sky Pillar, but it looks so much greater after you been through many stresses and illusions... It was a spire of safety and calm for all of us.

“Let’s get out of this hellhole.” And on that note, we ascended Rayquaza’s stairs once again, the happiness, calm, and passion returning immediately as we took the first step...

We survived two trials so far... and we are about to return to one again, I know. But we are stronger then when we took the first step through that door, and are ready for whatever challenges lie ahead. I know we can reach the summit of Sky Tower. I know I can claim the knowledge that I am questing for.



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[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "IT IS UNDER 9000!"
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper was still being worked on. They just were undergoing some weapon advacement and other small things to make sure they can survive a fight. The project of Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force was still being worked on in Gateon. Operation Fresh was taking work being done from the zombies and some other things that Sean needed as in Dittos. A team was doing all he was saying include the latest work with some Shadow Pokemon information.

Mala and her group were now at the top of Citadark Isle's building Top Dome. Mala looked around and saw that the dome was halfway open maybe from what she and her people did with the firepower of the OIN Maid.

Mala then looked around and saw that two figures were chasing after her group. Mala then said, "Move around!'

A red blur had hit one of the men in Mala's group as a black on had missed his spot. Mala then rolled out of the way and then said, "What was that?"

"So these people are the ones that attacked us!" yelled a short black ninjask hybrid. He wore red clothing and glasses.

"Well they better be prepare to die because of this." said a Scizor shining with his red armor. He wore the remains of a red blazer.

Mala smiled and said, "So what you guys doing here then? I was told there was a party here and I wanted to be part of it."

"I am Master Greevil! I have no time to deal with you guys. I have to make sure that our next plan will be done. I need to escape this place! Damn it!" said Greevil the ninjask hybrid. He then began to hover for a while. "Take care of them Eldes."

Eldes the scizor hybrid nodded. "Yes sir. I will make sure they don't get out of here."

Mala smiled and said, "So I say we split this. Are you up for that?"

At once Anna nodded. She then said, "I got visuals."

Mala smiled and said, "Also try to keep watch. This little short person said he wants to run away. I am thinking something that can fly?"

"Got it!" Anna then paused and said though the radio, "We got the scizor hybrid. Ok."

Anna's men nodded and began to take a position. Her men included both hybrids like a magenton hybrid and humans. The humans had taken out their pokemon which included a charmelon.

Eldes at once charge forward to attack Mala. At once the cheerleader dressed leader grabbed her two pink pompoms and said, "Time to test these suckers out." She then flipped a switch and was heading towards the metal scizor hybrid. The hybrid was a bit surprise but at last minute Mala was able to flip the switch when she was close enough to the scizor hybrid and then jumped off the ground to flip over the hybrid.

Eldes looked surprised and said "What the heck?"

"Magic my friend! Magic!" smiled Mala with her two pink pompoms to her side. Mala had place magnets inside these pompoms to repell and attack to metals. It did the job to avoid bullets and swords or in this case steel type pokemon.

"Well I see. Next time you won't be so lucky. said Eldes. Still he found himself unable to move from his spot.

The Magenton hybrid looked at Eldes and said, "We are your opponent."

Mala smiled and said, "And that Greevil is mines!" She then pulled out a pokeball and said, "Go Char and Rotom!"

A charizard and Rotom then appeared from their pokeballs. Mala smiled and saw that Greevil was heading towards a door. His speed was increasing from what Mala guess was Speed Boost ability of Ninjask. Mala then looked at Rotom and said, "Go and stop him with a Thunder Wave."

Rotom made a giggling sound and at once began to stay close to the ground as if he was running though a wire. Mala then jumped on her Charizard and said, "After him!"

Char nodded and began to fly towards the ninjask hybrid.

Greevil looked behind him as he saw Mala on her Charizard. He tried to speed up but soon was hit by a surge of electricty. He yelled and then fell to the ground. Soon Rotom appeared out of the ground and giggled.

"Now Flamethrower!" yelled Mala.

A Flamethower attack was being powered up as Greevil said, "It isn't fair to have a two against one battle! Not fair!"

Mala smiled and said, "Screw fairness! We Orre!"

The Flamethrower attack was then fired towards Greevil who was trying to get up.

Sean Agreeable says, "WHAT!?! UNDER 9000!?!"
Graffiti
Ruins of Alpha, Johto

Sean and his group were falling towards the ground. Sean then nodded and said, "Time to use. Magnet Rise!"

At once a current was running though Sean's body and then he glowed bright yellow. Sean then began to float downward towards the surface. He could see that there were some writing on the bottom.

Sean then landed on the ground as Neko landed on her feet due to be a glameow hybrid. The others had some what different results.

Sean then said, "Intresting. We have some stuff on the ground. I wonder what it says." He then took a few pictures and said, "Well nice. They are photogenic."

Neko then said, "Well there is something over here on this wall. LOoks like more tiles."

Fred rubbed his back and said, "I am not sliding any more tiles unless I get a parachulte. You know incase we fall again."

Neko shook her head and said, "No. These are different."

Sean walked over to them and saw that they were. He looked at them and said, "They seem to be some pictures of unown on small tiles. Hmm..."

Sean then place his hand on a tile that looked like an A Unown and at once he heard a sound. THe unown tile then glowed with a few others and soon they were floating all around Sean and his group. Soon the ground above them began to glow to allow some of the roof which was the ground that Sean and his men were standing on earlier to repair itself.

Sean then said, "It is show time! Time to capture ourselves some unowns!"

Sean's men at once release some pokemon which included a haunter and soem other bug pokemon. Sean and Neko began to run an electical current though their body to prepare for a Thunderwave and Shockwave attack.

[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Oreburgh City, Sinnoh

Oreburgh City hadn’t changed much. It could barely be called a city for crying out loud. More like some quarry and a bunch of dirt laying everywhere. The dust was blowing in the wind, covering all the buildings with its dirt while the dryness of the heat was caking it over. Normally, I would have hated this heat, but I actually liked it now. It was nice for once, rather than freezing my ass off.

They began the Firestorm Napalms, advanced napalms designed to fuel fires that were hard as hell to put out. I knew they would be murder on just about anything. It would cook infantry, suffocate tank crews, consume cities, and devastate enemy ships. The only thing it wouldn’t be able to attack were planes, but I knew we would have something for that eventually.

The Railguns were nearly complete, along with the Underwater Sunlight submarine. They needed more time with the Leviathan Torpedo System and the DD5 Firewall, but hell, we had time.

As I drove through the nearly deserted city, there were very few civilians here. I figured Farco would have at least something to do with this place, but it would have taken us an eternity to find the address. Now that we had it, I was sure these guys were hiding out somewhere. They were waiting, waiting until it was easier to get out of Sinnoh. It could be weeks before that, but it was clearing up. I was sure, they were waiting until the riots were over. Where they were heading to, I had no idea. Sinnoh was really the only place anyone could walk around as a Hybrid and not turn eyes. It was another thing to hate about being one.

I finally found Westbank, a small street among the dirty residential areas. 76 was very easy to find, and I quickly parked the car once I arrived at the address. Seemed like an easy place to burn down. It was just a two story structure, virtually no windows, and it had a rear door and a front door. I estimated there were about six rooms in there, definitely no more than that.

“Looks like the place.” Shelly told me, “Seems like there’s two ways in. Its quiet, but then again, so is everything else around here.”

“You take the front, I’ll take the back.” I told her, grabbing my AK-101 from off of my back, “Take one Pokémon to cover your back. Larry sounds like a scared little jackass, but he could have someone in there with him. Take them all out, I don’t intend on taking prisoners here.”

“Ariados should be fine.” Shelly replied, feeling confident as she took out her USAS-12 combat shotgun, “Let’s go, the longer we stay out here, the harder its going to be.”

I opened up the Twinstar’s car door and stepped outside, quickly shutting the door behind me and heading to the back. I swore, I really felt like getting all of this fur dyed black once we got back to the Sevii Islands. I stood out like a neon light with this color, and I knew there was no way in hell I’d be able to do any night operations like this. It was the reason why I wore all black in the first place.

Getting to the back door was easy. There was only one chain link fence to climb over, and that was it. Obviously they didn’t think ahead with this place. I headed around to the back door, and quickly and quietly released Flareon from his Pokéball.

“Cover my back.” I told him, “I don’t know how many maggots are in there, but don’t spare any of them.”

<No problem.> He nodded, <Say, you’ve changed quite a bit, haven’t you?>

I swore I did not just totally understand everything he said. I just rolled my eyes, sighed, and kept the AK-101 ready.

<Yeah, I’m a Hybrid too now.> I told him, figuring I might as well tell him the truth, <But for god’s sake, don’t ask me about how it happened. It’s been pissing me off ever since.>

<I didn’t hear anything.> He replied, making sure he’d keep it to himself, <Seems like everyone’s going to become one eventually, anyway.>

He was probably right about that, and I'd imagine I would be quite responsible for that. After taking a deep breath and focusing, I kicked down the door, and prepared to move in while Flareon covered my back. Larry had to be here, and if he wasn’t, I was sure he was going to lead us right toward him…

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[Shen]

Jacob Donahue
The Cullen
Headquarters, Blackthorne City, Johto

It took a half hour, but I had everything I needed; a light Kevlar vest, my Cullen uniform, my sidearm, and plenty of ammo. I was traveling pretty light, since we were only going up to the top of Mt. Silver.

The new four that were going with me were all hybrids this time, chosen so we could keep up the variety. An Articuno and a Glaceon hybrid, who'd be especially comfortable in the frigid environment of the Mt. Silver peak, a Gengar Hybrid, perfect for a sneak attack on anything up there if need be, and a Porygon-Z Hybrid, for the technical know-how. I felt comfortable with this team.

We all climbed into the helicopter, and headed on our way up through the hidden opening in the ground above. Once again, we sat in silence, though there was noticeably less room due to the size of a couple of the hybrids, namely the Articuno hybrid and her wings. Still, it was moderately comfortable on the ride.

"So, where're we headed on Mt. Silver?" the pilot asked, his mustache bristling below his black-tinted helmet visor.

"About halfway up the mountain," I explained, "The environment of the mountain is too treacherous to safely land a chopper any higher than that, and the last thing we need are casualties from a crash."

"Heh, yeah, especially not yerself," he said with a smirk, "That'd be a blow to morale, loosin' yer leader, eh?" He turned back to face the front and flew on towards the mountain.

I brought a book along with us this time to pass the short time between here and the drop-off point on Mt. Silver. It was a book I requested from Psyche, describing the Kian'Zal, and the description and power of the artifacts as described in the last report before the CDPA incident. I read through the history gathered of the Kian'Zal briefly, noting they worshiped the Legends, supposedly besides Arceus, and were wiped out because of their shunning the Highest Legendary.

What caught my attention, as I'm sure they had all others', were those artifacts Psyche mentioned. The Talon was one hell of a piece of work, definitely looked dangerous and useful, what with armor getting more and more powerful these days. Those Feet, too, were great. Perfect for someone needing to deliver a message quickly, or travel nonstop without tiring; in battle it could be devastating. The Chest, of course, seemed great for finding clues from the dead, or even as mere protection; it seemed to be the only armor that could resist the power of the Talon, being indestructible, and all. The Sigil was merely to make someone able to turn into and converse with Pokemon, really. Any of these things could be desired and used to great effect by single people for personal purposes. The Hand could only be used by a single person as well, but its effect would be devastating on entire populations. And finally, the Band of the White Phoenix was one of the most useful, able to revive anyone from the dead, provided a recharge, or heal any and all grievous wounds. Those would be great for mass effect. Still…which one might the message mean? And if none of them, what else might it mean?

I checked on the progress of our projects with my PDA, using a program Psyche had installed on it. My Hornet's Nest project was being steadily tinkered with as they developed new bullets that might be better used for the system. The Heavy Under Armor was still being researched about what kind of material and design could be used to make it, it would be a long and difficult process. Our Anti-Freak weapons were also well underway for development, as the ammo design was being perfected to hold such chemicals.

I loaded a clip into my weapon to be ready as soon as we touched down, feeling a little itchy to get this on. It was a clue to something that the Hoenn Army had known about in our very own territory, and that was a bit unsettling. I thought about it, and I did remember receiving a report on an unidentified helicopter that had flown briefly into our territory, but it got out quickly, especially after we radioed them with a warning to leave or land.

The landing point was in sight within an hour. We prepared to depart and discover just what it was a foreign nation had hidden atop our highest mountain.

Jacob's Project List

Hornets Nest: 3/?
Heavy Under Armor: 2/?

The Cullen Project List

Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Casuli: 13/15
Anti-Freak Chemical Gun- Jackal: 13/25

[Lusitania]

OOC: I am nothing compared to the mighty powers of Shen.
Robert Shlakior
Cullen
Cullen Goldenrod Base
Short Post
Projects:
Vaccine-7/15
Vapor Releas-5/20

The stupid receptionist was taking way too long, and I was too impatient. I cursed her off, and exited the infernal building. I trudged back to my lab, ignoring the inquiring of Trevor, and sat down in a comfy arm chair. I pulled out my smartphone, pulled up Jakey's e-mail address.

Dear Jacob

I need a favor. I have been making a Vapor release system to go along with a CDPA vaccine. My personal funds would never cover it, and the government grants I have gotten have run out. I need 15,000 pokedollars from the Cullen treasury, for it ould save thousands of people from mutation. I will need this as soon as possible. I am currently in Goldenrod.

Robert

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Underground Laboratory, Military Base, Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Now what?

When the elevator finally dinged, telling them that the elevator had reached their destination, the three humans were all surprised to see that there was nothing at the bottom to attack them. They had all been suspecting something big coming at them, like three Tanks or a mob of Hunters and Smokers, something more than what they finally found. With sighs of what could have been either relief or disappointment they all holstered their guns, and Vance called his three Pokémon back.

“Well, that’s not what I expected,” Vance mumbled to himself, though he had to admit that he didn’t have the same bad feeling that he did last time. Of course, he didn’t trust any simple feelings like that; it wasn’t like he was some kind of psychic or anything like that.

Sam shook his head, “I know what you mean, I was thinking we’d have to fight through more zombies at the very least.”

“No,” Vance said, “it wouldn’t be zombies. We already encountered all of them we’re going to see in this complex. They were studying them in that one hallway, they have to be working on something totally different down here. But what that is I’m not sure, so be on your guard.”

They looked around the room they were in, and it looked the most like a security room of sorts, with a bank of monitors in one corner and a few hallways. It was obvious that the room they were in was for watching their captives and transporting them to the area above, as there was a small medical room carrying the needles and medicine needed to knock their captives out before transporting them. Still, if the scorches were any indication the drugs didn’t work as well as they hoped, at least at some times.

“It’s about time we find out what they are keeping down here,” Sol said with a grin before half skipping to the door that would to whatever was being held captive. Like everything else in the underground laboratories the door led to a hall, but unlike the simple zombie cells these were much more like asylum rooms, with heavy pads. There was no way to look inside; though there was a small computer pad next to the door that allowed the holders to look inside via a small video camera hidden in the corner of the cells.

Vance went next to the closest one, quickly hacking the small computer to override the keypad you needed to unlock it. With a few easy clicks of the button he brought up the data of whatever was inside and read a bunch of numbers he didn’t recognize. One thing he did understand, however, was the writing classifying it as ‘Umbreon.’ “They are doing this to Pokémon!?” the young man said aloud in disgust as he switched it over to a security camera view to see if the Pokémon had been mutilated or otherwise turned into a vicious monster.

Instead he was shown a picture of a girl, about 5’10 with long brown hair. She was of average weight, and for all intents and purposes looked fine, if not pretty. “They are keeping girls in here?” Sam asked curiously, “are they genetically altered or something?”

Shaking his head, the computer wiz zoomed in on the girl, and it was then that the crew caught a glimpse of a body that was perhaps too hairy, with fine black fur covering the girl. Along her body was yellow triangles, and when the girl looked up at the camera and a yellow circle, red eyes, and small black ears were visible. “It’s a hybrid!” Sol exclaimed, saying the obvious. Of course that was what it was, and the keypad had said what kind of hybrid it was. Further analysis brought up a secondary file, one that was probably supposed to be locked in the network, only to be viewed by certain computers. But because the computers were networked with the keypads he could bring it up, and after a bit of analysis he found the girls name to be Alexandria Wallace, 19 years of age.

“This is horrible,” Vance mumbled to himself as it all became clear. They were doing tests on hybrids, and because it was the military they could not be sure if it was to find a cure or turn the people into killing machines. A few other clicks told him that the answer was both; they wanted to use the power as well as make a cure for those rich enough to buy it. Another few clicks found out something even more horrifying: it seemed that the hybrids had taken to hiding so they captured people and then administered the agent that would turn them into hybrids forcefully.

Without anther thought the human opened the door, intent on saving each and every one of the captives. It seemed that the scientists hadn’t fled too long ago, the military keeping the zombies away for as long as possible, that being the only explanation that they were still alive.

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Somewhere on the level someone was pleased.

Though a level up, a scientist was watching with anger at his work being disturbed.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 14/20
HK-71 plans: 14/30
NU Sea Turtle: 12/20
Special Explosives: 7/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 7/?

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

My companions surprised even me. I expected a lot out of each of them, handpicking the best candidates for each area of exploration that I could think of. But I also expected to see some of them melt down, get killed, forget about their needs, or otherwise endanger the mission - they’re still half-human, after all. No, correct that - pokemon can make mistakes too.

I am pleased to say that they surpassed my expectations so far. I was right when I claimed the trials increased their mental, emotional, and spiritual maturity and endurance. They seemed to learn to think over their actions and emotions more carefully and thoroughly, find creative solutions to different problems, and focus themselves on the group and the mission at hand. Neither myself or my companions have succumbed to the increasingly intense emotions radiated by the tower, both positive and negative - though I must admit that they still present a formidable challenge for many of us.

I know that we are reaching the top. Six more Alexander letters were found, with over fifty dead bodies. I could hear the winds rushing at this high altitude, feel the air starting to become thinner and colder, and see vast distances outside of Sky Pillar’s windows. Almar, the Magnezone hybrid, has calculated our current height at 4,600 feet above the summit of the rock hill. Only four more floors to go, he said - Sky Pillar was built to be the length of their equivalent mile, exactly 5,000 feet.

It’s amazing, what the Kian’Zal came up with to test us. After the labyrinth, we had a shifting door and switch room that tested our memory, a Honchkrow-Chatot duo that demanded we speak of our faults truthfully and without hesitation, several sphinxes with pokemon inside them that asked complex riddles and opened up other doors, a test of engineering with replicas of Kian’Zal technology, and a Mismagius that cast another illusion on all of us, forcing each of us to see our worst fears.

We will bring the ancients’ knowledge to this world again, Alexander. I only wish that you were here to see it...

Gyanden

After passing Mismagius’s test of fear, in which we focused our power to confront our fears and remove the illusion together, he grudgingly admitted that he could not stop our progress, and used the resonance from his gemstones to open up a door to the next floor.

Floor 47 was obviously a test of avarice - massive piles of valuables, lines of statues, every form of portable wealth you could possibly imagine all neatly arranged and ready for the taking. Tempted as we were, we knew that the weight of these gemstones and metals would weigh us down in large quanties...

Floor 48 tested yet another sin in their culture - in this case, gluttony. We saw the fifth and what must be the final hydroponics field, but this was different from the others. Snorlaxes and Swalots beckoned to vast piles of fruits, vegetables, and grains of every kind, ultra-sharp silvery steel knives waited for us to slay a Miltank or Combusken, and flames burned merrily with Steli’Kyro plates and utensils nearby. The other fields were organized, but this blatantly encouraged excess... I had them take what was needed and move on.

Floor 49 attempted to stop us with what Elena told me was their chief sin. I saw a group of psychic type pokemon at the middle of the blood-red floor, parked in front of the stairs. Then... I felt an overwhelming fury take hold of me, felt it among the others, and the next second, I saw horrible visions. Cities being burned, women being raped, men being forced into terrible slavery, children being slain for fun, pokemon being casually hunted down like animals. Tyrants oppressing their citizens, armies committing acts of genocide, incompetent leaders decimating entire countries. Then, the eight Task Subjugate Missiles flying over the world, the screams of horror among humans becoming hybrids, and zombies laying waste to the planet.

Then the dream, all over again, a hundred times more potent.

But the wolf did not come. Instead, I was on a barren battlefield, and a great sword of deepest black and crimson materialized in front of me, giving off the intense heat of rage as lighting bolts and screams of fury radiated out from this mighty weapon. I felt an intense urge to grab it...

Stop, everyone, right NOW! I yell out telepathically to my entire party, finally understanding the challenge in that one moment in reason. This is the trial of Wrath! You don’t have to lose yourself to your own anger! I focused my will on my different companions...

“Oh, this? I’ve seen much worse. Don’t worry about me.” Lucius’s calm voice said to me as he helped Bruno with his anger.

“This is what will happen to the world if we don’t stop the others...” Lucy said sadly as she focused her most powerful Heal Bell on everyone else.

“You have gone far already... I know you can lead us to the summit. Master yourself, lead your friends out of this terrible illusion. Let me help you...” And Elena released a soothing song towards the Poliwrath hybrid.

I went on to soothe an enraged Aerodactyl hybrid, then focused my will on the others... Eventually, the illusion steadily died away, the anger subsided, and we were left in the chamber once again.

"You have passed the final test of sin. We can impede you no longer." The head of the group, another Alakazam, said in a clear, powerful telepathic voice. "The way is cleared." And on those words, the last force field seemed to vanish, the humming dying away as the final stairway was opened...

The final floor, the final test, was waiting for all of us...


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[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "One more before I kick the bucket"
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

The firce Flamethrower attack was engulfing the ninjask hybrid in flames. Mala couldn't help but smile when she saw the flames keeping her from seeing Greevil.

Mala then said, "Good job Char. I think that is more then enough." She then looked over to see how her men were handling the scizor hybrid Eldes. SHe just smiled and said, "Well let see if we can find any treasure."

"Not so fast!" yelled Greevil as he charge at Mala once he dropped his Protect attack. It had kept from from being harm from the Flamethrower's attack flames. Mala looked at Greevil and at once Char opened his mouth to use a Fire Fang attack. His month was covered in flames as he loomed his neck to attack.

At the last minute Greevil had moved out of the way to dodge the attack. At once Mala pulled some throwing knieves and attacked some explosives on to them. She then threw them and said, "Eat this!"

Greevil was able to see the attack and at once place his ninjask looking arms together and said, "Subsitute!"

A small minuture verison of Greevil now stood and took the attack for the small man of a hybrid. He then attacked from behind the subsitute and used an X Scissor attack.

"Discharge!" yelled Mala.

At once blue electricity shot from the ground as Rotom once again attacked from the ground. "Now Fire Fang!"

The subsitute at once got in the way and took the attacks but it was no match for the two attacks of Char and Rotom. Still Greevil kept his attack to use X Scissor on Mala. The girl at once got off of her charizard to roll on the ground. She then pulled out two guns and said, "Eat some lead!"

The bullets did nothing to Greevil. He was able to dodge them all. Greevil then said, "I see you still have a gas mask on. I wonder why. Is it because you are afraid of us hybrids?"

Mala laughed and said, "You stupid! I am not afraid of you guys. You guys are fun!" Mala then shot more bullets and then with her free hand she was able to throw many knieves with something hanging from them. "I don't give a heck!"

Greevil was able to dodge the throwing knivies and said, "Not from what I see. You are afraid. Very afraid. If you weren't then you would have taken off that mask by now."

Mala laughed again and said, "Flamethrower! Discharge!"

Greevil once again preformed a Subsitute attack to create another copy of himself to take the attacks. He then followed with an Ariel Ace to charge at Mala.

Mala knew that she couldn't dodge the attack because the speed the Greevil was going would allow him to adjust to the dodge. Mala then smiled and said, "IF I was afraid the you would know it!" At once Mala grabbed an explosive and said, "BOOM!"

She threw the explosive and Greevil was able to dodge it but saw that Mala had something in her hand. Mala then said, "BOOM!" She then press the button on the trigger in her hand and the explosive threw Greevil off.

Greevil was going to get up but it seems like the effects of the Thunderwave attack was affecting him. Mala then said, "Now use Discharge and Flamethrower!"

At once a surge of electricty was shot and hit Greevil making him scream in pain. Char was flying in the air and was right above the ninjask hybrid. HE then shot a roaring flame attack to Greevil making him scream in pain.

Mala had a huge smile on her face as she heard the falling body of the scizor hybrid falling to the ground. There was a clang as metal hitting the metal floor. Mala walked over to Greevil and said, "I am not afraid. I just love whatever I am doing right now." She then gave a kick to Greevil before saying, "Lets go get us some treasure!"

Work on Operation Fresh was still being done with what was recieved so far. This project was an impressive project that involved some things from different areas. Still a product was expected in the end. OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper was still being worked onto have an improvement of weaponary. The project of Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force was being focus in Gateon.

Sean Agreeable says, "The Bucket List"
Graffiti
Ruins of Alpha, Johto

The unowns were being attacked by serveral different things. Sean was just watching as different color orbs were being shot from the unowns and then he shot another Thunderwave attack. Sean then saw a pokeball was being thrown at one unown.

"I got it!" said Fred as his houndoom howled victory.

"NOw we just need a few more." said Sean with a smile. He then nodded and said, "A little bit more."

The unowns looked unhappy as they used Hidden Power at the same time. Sean at once said, "Protect!"

A green barrier had appeared to take on all of the HIdden Powers except for a few. Some of the pokemon that were with Sean's group were hit but got back up. Neko and her Persian and Pupitar ran forward to attack the unowns with a combination of Sandstorm and Fury Swipes.

The unowns yelled in pain as three pokeballs were thrown in the air to capture the unowns. The three pokeballs began to shake and then they stopped. Sean then said, "OK! Lets get before they want to try to get away again." Sean then pulled out an Escape Rope along with a few other people and with one tug, Sean and his men were out of the ruins as the rope flew up in the air towards the exit.

[zinachu]

Raven Lean
Team Aqua
Sinnoh-En Route to Snowpoint City

Green, for the past hour, nothing but the tops of trees below us. I was sick of the color green, I wanted it to die. I was half tempted to light the whole of it on fire, but I didn’t need to make stupid decisions right now. We were flying close to the tops of the trees to avoid being seen from the main road. I had been bored out of my mind for the past three hours, so I had been toying with my pistol.

<If you shoot that thing while you’re on top of me, I’m going to throw you off,> Rapidfire snarled.

<Why the hell would I shoot it now? That’d be a waste of ammo,> I muttered and put it away. It wasn’t long before I could see Route 210 before us.

<We’ll stop at Celestic town and find a place to sleep. Then tomorrow we’ll continue along Mount Coronet. We’ll stop at nightfall and continue on the day after. It might take longer because we’re not going to fly when we hit Route 216, the weather there would rip your wings off Rapidfire,> The only response I got was a stream of smoke spewing from the Charizard’s nostrils.

<Damn, I hate the cold so much,> Nightflare growled. She had a thin coat, so she got pretty cold really fast. Had she let me evolve her into a Flareon or a Glaceon, she would’ve been more tolerant. But noooo, she had to be an Umbreon. Ah well, her loss, not mine.
Another hour or two, we would be in Celestic town, and one step closer to our goal.

[Lord Celebi]

Purple Twilight I
En Route to Ilex Forest

I got into the Twilight, bound and determined to get to the Ilex Forest in order to find some clue towards obtaining Celebi. Celebi was my favorite Pokemon because it possessed immense Psychic power and had mastery of time... However, why it became my favorite had always been a mystery, it feels almost like I'm destined to have it. I became interested in it after having a dream about it one night where me and Celebi where great friends, as we conquered the world and fought enemies together.

That's how I got the idea to name my aircraft carrier the Deathwing as well... It's a little odd, but I didn't look into it too much. Once I had been clear for take-off, I accelerated the jet to break the sound barrier, as I headed in the direction of Johto. I got my PDA out from my pocket and began to check my status RSS Feeds.

The Leviathan Torpedo System was 72% completed. What was holding up production was the magnetic theory on the second phase of the Leviathans, the GN Fang, which would give our ships unlimited ammo after the high-speed torpedoes were all used up. Next, the Sunlight was 90% completed. Placeholders for the Leviathan Torpedo System were being added.

The Twilight, my personal submersible, was 34% complete. It, too, was being affected by the Leviathan not being complete. The Ziz-Class was 17.5% complete. Tiantus had ordered the prototype into production. When that was completed, we could begin mass production. Finally, we started production on the AMS Harlequin, and aircraft carrier for the All Clown Squadron of Fun.

As I flew over the Orange Islands, I got a notice in my inbox that the CDPA Weapon had been completed. Smiling devilishly, I called up the technicians at the Deathwing, "Prep a CDPA Missile for Johto. Fire when ready."

"Acknowledged, Supreme Field Commander," The technician replied. I cut the connection, as I flew the plane on. Five minutes later, I was given confirmation that the missile had been launched. If all went well, we'd use CDPA on the rest of the world...

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[Neo Pikachu]

Neo Ashfield
Team Aqua
Oreburgh City, Sinnoh

I rammed my way through the door, but the kitchen was clear. However, I heard Shelly enter the front room, and I heard a shotgun blast, and a yell. I quickly made my way past the pantry, and after looking through the door, I saw Shelly had blasted a hole into some Charizard Hybrid’s chest. Quickly, we looked at his hands, but not of them had the Hand of J’Ean. He was dead for sure though. Blood was leaking everywhere, but I suddenly heard footsteps upstairs.

“Larry’s got to be here.” I told Sherry, “There’s no way he can-”

A pistol shot fired out and I saw the bullet just barely missed Shelly. Quickly, Flareon unleashed a Flamethrower attack in reprisal. I quickly spun around and fired a three round burst toward the stairwell that the attacker had fired from, but whoever had been there had taken cover. The flames struck the wall, causing a burning char mark in the sheetrock.

I could see the bastard’s tail, a Floatzel Hybrid without a doubt. I knew the flames wouldn’t do crap against him, but a bullet sure would. I aimed for his tail, knowing that would definitely hurt if I hit it. I fired five times, but he only took further cover, and I couldn’t see him. Man, what I wouldn’t do for grenades right now.

“We’re under attack!” I heard someone upstairs shout, “Everyone grab their Pokémon and weapons!”

Him saying “everyone” meant there had to be at least two other people up there, and I had a good feeling it was even more than that. Damn, and I was hoping this would just be Larry and some other bastard to kill and that would have been it. For all we knew, there could be a dozen people up there with Larry, and we’d have to find a way to stop them all.

“Shelly, break the gas line and I’ll set it on fire.” I told her, keeping watch on the stairs for the Floatzel Hybrid, “You and Aridos get out of here, Flareon and I will keep up the fire.”

“Give me a break, we can fight them too.” Shelly complained.

“We’re not going to fight them, we’re setting this whole damn place on fire.” I told her, knowing Flareon and I were the only ones that could walk right into flames and not be burnt to a crisp from it, “For all we know, there could be ten people up there.”

She gave me a frustrated sigh and she sucked her teeth as she headed to the kitchen. I fired a few more shots from the AK-101, trying to keep them pinned up there. I used the rest of the clip to lay down suppressing fire, just before releasing the clip and loading in another one.

<Give them a Flamethrower attack.> I commanded Flareon.

Flareon did as I told while I headed to the kitchen. Shelly quickly broke the stove’s gas line, and I quickly used a Flamethrower attack to ignite the gas. It felt weird to be suddenly able to breathe fire, but hell, it sure was nice. Still, I didn’t set just the gas line, but half of the entire kitchen was now in flames. Meanwhile, from what I could tell from the other room, the stairs were now completely on fire.

<Come on, let’s get the hell out of here!> I shouted to Flareon, knowing this entire place was going to be smothered with fire.

I headed for the front door, and Flareon quickly followed me. I shot a few more rounds up the stairwell, just in case they were thinking of pursing us. Still, the entire kitchen was quickly engulfed in flames, just before something in there exploded and blew up half of the entire building apart.

Flareon and I smashed our way through the front door, and just as we tore our way through, the entire second floor collapsed upon the first floor, and was quickly engulfed in flames as the entire thing caved in. I leaped out onto the dirt and rolled over a few times, finally landing on my chest. I set my AK-101 on the ground, got up on my knees, and saw the entire building was nothing but flaming rubble. I looked to the side, and saw Shelly climbing over the fence, with Ariados following her. I watched the smoldering heap of crap continue burning, and then I saw something emerge from the wreckage. He threw the rubble that was on top of him aside, and I saw it was an Arcanine Hybrid, able to survive the explosion only because he was a Hybrid of a fire type.

He pulled out an Uzi, but I didn’t even give him the chance to fire it. I spent the rest of the AK-101’s magazine on him, pounding him with ammunition and causing his body to lurch and convulse as every rifle bullet entered into his body. He shouted with a roar as he fell, blasting the Uzi toward the sky as his finger had been locked on the firearm as he crashed to the ground. Once that was over, I took out the second clip, and threw it into the fire.

Shelly and I then went toward the burning wreckage, searching the rubble and the bodies for Larry and the Hand of J’Ean. It appeared there had to have been six Hybrids up on the second floor. I found the Floatzel Hybrid, now with a metal beam rammed into his head. That wasn’t Larry though, and neither was the Arcanine Hybrid. I looked around, literally stepping directly on fire and not feeling anything. It was burning the hell out of my shoe, but my actual foot was fine.

I found a Granbul Hybrid and an Altaria Hybrid, both burnt to a crisp but neither one of them was Larry. I searched around a little deeper, lifting up the heavy pieces of wreckage and looked deeper. Shelly too, was doing the same thing, but she couldn’t touch the parts that were on fire like I could. Still, I did some more searching, and what I thought was a smoldering piece of furniture was actually a burning corpse. I looked closer, and saw this one was a Staraptor Hybrid. Grabbing his left hand, I didn’t find anything, but on the right… I saw it. The gold, metallic disk that was on Larry’s right hand was in perfect condition, even though the rest of his corpse was being eaten by the flames.

The Hand of J’Ean was firmly implanted onto Larry’s hand, and I knew the only way I was going to get it off was by ripping off Larry’s hand and taking it with us. We were going to need a whole bunch of tools to get it off, but it shouldn’t be too hard with his bones and joints already being burnt to a crisp. I used another Flamethrower on it, and quickly, all the flesh was burning off, leaving only blackened bones. Grabbing my combat knife, I quickly amputated Larry’s right hand, and took it with me.

“Easy money, I got it.” I told Shelly, “Now let’s get the hell out of here before anyone sees us.”

“That’s sick.” Shelly told me, looking at the severed hand, “And ya’ll thinkin’ of puttin’ that thing on?”

“Hell yes, once its off Larry.” I told her, heading back to the car, “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”

We headed back to the car, returned our Pokémon to their Pokéballs, and climbed inside. It was going to be a long drive back to the chopper, but hell, at least we got what we came for.

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[Lusitania]

Robert Schlakior
Cullen
Goldenrod City:Schlakior Research Lab
Projects:
Vapor Release System:6/20
Vaccine-8/15

My iPhone was making all sorts of noises, a mixture of a text message alert, Ring tone, and the tri-tone I had set up to tell me when I got an e-mail. I answered my phone, hearing Aguiles Mior's frantic voice on the phone.

"Robert, Robert, Robert, I just got word from the Kanto Government, they've seen a missile flying directly towards Johto. The missile, upon further examination, belongs to team aqua, a crime organization that supposedly went under 10 years ago, and contains a high amount of CDPA, the same chemical found in Sinnoh's air.. It's crucial that we act fast. I'm only about half done with the vaccine, but I'll send you it anyway, it's better than nothing. Also, I finished two of the Vapor release systems, I'll send one of them two. From the way the missile is going, it should hit in about two hours. I have both of them going to your lab now. What's the use of it anyway if Johtos already down for the count. We can't let it be Sinnohfied. The Kanto government has a hi-speed jet coming your way with the package, just hold on tight. Bye"

I sighed, I didn't expect this to happen. If the missile hit, well it would be terrible. If everything went like Sinnoh, but, who knew, the entire world could go, and would be at the feet of the Team Aqua. He needed to ask fast.

[Charbok]

OOC: Many apologies to AQUA for not posting in a while. I've had way to much going on to get around to it. Short post.

Wesk Kieron
AQUA
AMS Deathwing

After eight laps around the Deathwing, I hadn't gotten tired in the slightest. My breathing was close to normal, and my heart rate had stayed relatively constant throughout the run. I returned to my room at the same pace which I had exited it in, and sat down at the small lab table to take a blood test. I picked up the nearest clean syringe and poked it into myself, withdrawing a good amount of blood.

I tried to take out the syringe to test the blood, but it wouldn't budge. I pulled again, this time harder, but it still wouldn't move.

"What the---" I looked at it closer, and a wicked smile crossed my already devious face. The skin had grown over the needle with such speed that it was no longer removable. I began to laugh, realizing what I had done to myself, and ripped the needle straight out with such force that a chunk of my skin came off with it, leaving a slight scrap on my skin. I watched the newly formed injury, and in about a minute, it had scabbed over and skin was beginning to reform.

"Hah... Ha..." I began to laugh again, a very cold laugh. It had worked, I had successfully become a super-human. Now who could stand in my way? Raidon certainly couldn't, and neither could my enemies. I was invincible. All I had left to do was test what had happened to me, to test my new limits.

I walked over to the chair by the door and grabbed my jacket, putting it over me. I then went to the mirror to see any physical changed. My muscles looked relatively the same, as did my face. I took off my sunglasses and looked at my eyes. What I saw shocked me.

I no longer had eyes, but I could see. All there was where my eyes once were was blackness, like a shark, or a doll. It was frightening, and intimidating. More or less, it was perfect. This new-found power was beautiful, and I intended to use it.

I grabbed my gun, slipped it inside my jacket pocket, and slung my rifle to my back. It was time to test my abilities.

Infection: 89%

[Solar Deoxys]

Gyanden Marcellus
The Cullen
Sky Pillar

The final floor... was a place of impossible beauty. A giant statue of Rayquaza, like that found on the first floor, towered over us in his regal presence. A great, flawless diamond of impossible size today, in the shape of a crown was placed on his head, with countless rainbows and beams of light cascading off it, to be reflected by the Steli’Kyro floor and mirror walls, bathing the entire chamber in it’s celestial glow. Countless stained glass windows, about as tall as the chamber itself, with what Elena described as uranium-based ever glowing lamps attached to the sides of the windows, further added to the luminous grandeur of the highest floor.

A walkway made purely out of dazzling emerald and flanked by mammoth arcs of brilliant marble lead straight to what looked like stairs on the serpentine form of Rayquaza. Many statues of Kian’Zal citizens, of every class and appearance, stood side by side in many layered circles around their god, all in a clear position of worship. And, in front of the diamond crown, on it’s highest spike, overlooking the stairway and everything around it... was the golden Eye of the Overseer.

I walked slowly, reverently, towards the Rayquaza statue, with a few select pokemon for what I knew must be done... I felt as if I was in a trance, outside of myself, feeling my body slowly walking across the emerald path, the countless beams of light surrounding me in a warm aura of pure calm and bliss. I heard my feet stepping on a stairway of painted metal, the resonant steps of my surgical team behind me...

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the top, and mysteriously, the Eye had turned around to face me. A perfectly sphere of gold, of a supernatural metal that time has forgotten the name of, was gazing right into my mortal eyes... A flawless cut of the highest quality ruby was shaped into an eye, with another mysterious pitch black, glassy metal for it’s pupil, it’s fiery gaze entrancing me, piercing my mind and soul...

“Gyanden? Gyanden!” I felt myself snapping out of my trance suddenly, like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. Lucy and Elena were both calling my name simultaneously, and I turned around to face them.

“Are you ready for the surgery? It will take a couple of hours, and I want to make sure you are ready for it.” Lucy asked quickly.

“Prepared as I could be.” I said, bracing myself for the event to come.

“You need not worry... It shall be painless.” Elena said, smiling benignly.

I knew I could do this... I grabbed the eye with the utmost respect and placed it on the surface. I knew both were competent and loyal to me...

“Lie down, Gyanden...” That was the last voice I heard. I laid down on the head... and the next second, Elena’s eyes were glowing an intense purple. I felt the waves pulsing through me, from eye to eye, my consciousness slipping, my thoughts drifting away...

Lucy was already preparing the instruments and her own powers for surgery...

Elena kept releasing the hypnosis waves, her hands preparing a sphere of psychic power...

Then the world faded to black, and my thoughts faded away into dreamless sleep.



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[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Now this is intresing"
Graffiti
Citadark Isle, Orre

Mala could hear Greevil saying things like, "No. Our plans." and "Our comeback!" and "Project XD 0002". Mala really didn't care. She was looking in the next room to see that it was just his office. It seemed like Greevil kept things close to himself. She saw a huge vault before and knew that this was nothing for her to take care of.

"So you got the stuff?" asked a person.

Mala smiled and said, "I got something better." Mala then looked at Rotom and pointed to the electronic key pad for the vault. Mala then said, "Go in there and give it a nice overload."

Rotom began to laugh and surge into the keypad. The lights on it began to flash and then blink. Some giggling could be heard as the pad flashed once more and soon Rotom came out with a smile on his face.

Mala then took out some claymores and place them on the hidges of the vault. Mala then nodded and said, "Get ready for some fireworks. We are going to have some fun."

The project of Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force in Gateon was still being worked on. Operation Fresh had reached a new level where more was being worked on it. OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper was still being improved on.

Mala then stabbed a throwing knief into the safe. Really she was holding it as Char was using her massive stength to force them into the vault.

Mala then got back and said, "Time to go boom boom BOOM!"

With one click of a button the bombs and claymores went off and soon the vault came down. At once Mala ran into the vault and some bags of money and other items. Mala then looked around and saw boxes. Mala smiled and opened on up. It looked like it had some sort of old stone in there. Mala shurrged and said, "Still cool. Ok. I got it. Some old stuff." Mala then said, "Empty this sucker out! We are taking it all!"

The men went the safe and began to take what the can on their Flying pokemon.

Sean Agreeable says, "Watching OCeans 11"
Graffiti
En Route to Pyrite Town

A scream of pain could be heard from an unown from a table. THere was the paw of a houndoom on top of him as a huge blade was trying to cut a tip of what looked like an A unown.

Sean just hummed to himself as he looked at some data on a screen.

Neko then said, "So we are almost there. So why do we need to do this?"

"The sooner we can get a DNA sample the better. That way I can anysize it here and send the sample data to the peeps we have. Then they can do all the theories and work from there." said Sean ignoring the screams of the unown as it's psychic base HIdden Power was doing nothing to the dark type houndoom.

"Got it!" yelled Fred.

"Place it on the machine." said Sean as he pointed to what looked like a scanner.

Fred place a piece of black skin on the machine and Sean kept on humming. He then said, "There. Got it. NOw we can keep advancing on that project."

[bronislav84]

OOC: Lol Rusty firing blankly at every region, just happens to target Johto not knowing what's there? Seems too random to me, what with not knowing there's a team there and all. Shen or skis should handle it, their chance to react.

IC:

Zela Kang
Cullen
Pastoria City, Sinnoh

"Loo....hat....you...id." I could hear Sven's voice as I was coming to. "It's like that Golem Hybrid, a good Pokemon was chosen to become a part of her." I could hear the second sentence perfectly.

I was untied. "Gah, how long was I out?" I asked, turning to Carl and ignoring the other two again. "And what's he talking about?"

"Well, given you're not trying to waste us and the apartment in anger, you weren't lieing when you said you were interested in being transformed. We had to be sure, though." He paused here. "As to how long you were out, about 10 minutes, the transformation continued while you were unconscious, one of the lucky ones, since a lot of times people don't pass out and feel all the pain of the changes."

"We did, like this horn bursting out of where my nose was." Added Bert from the other room.

I sat up. "You guys got a mirror?" I looked at my hands and feet. "You know, on second thought, don't bother." I tore off the remains of the environmental suit I had been wearing, and examined the state of my feet, which were pretty different.

Like what feet? I had fat stumps for feet, my shoes being totally trashed! I'd need to get a new pair of shoes later, a new place to store my knives. My hands were covered in what looked like cloth, but upon further inspection I found it to be a type of fur that looked like cloth. My hands had grown clawed, and my hair changed color to white. At least it hadn't stood back like usual. I was beginning to get an idea of what I had become. My shirt and jacket had almost ripped, but not quite, which was good or these guys would have gotten an eyeful. Then I probably would have gotten raped in my sleep. There was fur around my chest, talk about body hair. I'd have to cut/shave it later when I got to civilization. I felt my face and realized that although it didn't get to full size, my nose had definitely grown into a small beak shape. My arms above my elbows were red, not a full blood crimson red, but just red. I could only assume my face was the same color. Well at least I wouldn't stick out on the streets anymore.

"It's official. I'm part Blaziken." I exclaimed out loud for the first time, looking around.

"Why'd she have to get that? I didn't even get a final form Pokemon." Said Sven, examining me.

"Would you have wanted four arms? Probably hard to control them all." This from Bert in the other room again.

"Hmm, if they're stronger, what's so bad about that? I'd probably get used to it eventually." Sven said, more to himself than to the others.

Bert ran in with some pudding, nearly dropping it on the floor, probably was making that in what was the kitchen. "Get used to it?! Are you mad?! Sure it's fun being a walking mountain for now, but I for one want a cure!"

"Shut up and get over it you guys." As Sven and Bert grumbled with each other and went into the kitchen, probably to argue some more. "I like this. I played the dice too, and I like it." Still looking around the place, looking for my stuff. "What did you guys do with my stuff? My personal belongings?"

"It's in the couch. We have a safe in there." Said Carl, picking up the seat covers. "We were going to give it back to you, of course." He clicked the combination and opened it.

"Of course." I said half sarcastically, agreeing. I was sure they were planning to keep it all.

I got up from the table I'd been tied to and ran to the couch, kinda fast, but I was more interested in getting my stuff back. The couch was behind where I'd been tied down, which is why I hadn't noticed it before. Ah, all there. I started to pack up the bag again and put my katana and gun holsters. I also put my ruined shoes in the bag. They'd taken off every piece that could be considered a weapon when they knocked me out, my arm and leg braces too. I put them back on, making sure to use a different notch for the leg braces.

After the safe was empty, I made sure everything was there again, and looked around for the door, which was half off the hinges and in front of me. It was hard to notice in the shambles of the apartment before.

Then I decided to check my Palm for messages, just in case, and found a message from Jacob.

Kang,

I do hope you're on your way back home by now, we all miss you. Listen, it'd be great if you could meet us up on the mountain out front we all love to play on, I'm going digging, and you're the one I can rely on most to be most excited about it. Lancaster's always busy with her mixing, and Psyche's still stuck in his wheelchair, after all.

Hope things are going well with you on vacation.

~Zero

I made a move for the door after reading it, nodding to myself, and putting away my Palm in my pants pocket. Knowing the way he worded that, this was important.

"Where are you going, and what will you do now?" Asked Carl, floating up in front of me. "And we never got your name." He said, holding his arms out as if to stop me.

"I need to get home. I'm not originally from Sinnoh, you see. And the name's Zela." I made a motion to get around him.

"Do us a favor, promise you won't tell anybody about us." He said as he floated in my way again.

"Sure sure, I know how to keep a secret." I said, thinking for a second as he nodded and got out of my way. "Say, is the port in Canalave still working?

"It is, but I have no idea how you'll be able to catch a ship to wherever you need to go. A lot of people are trying to leave the region, so ships are in short supply and always full of passengers." Said Carl, landing on the floor.

"Well, thanks for everything, I'd better get goin' then." I said, reaching for the door, trying not to tear it off it's hinges. It probably got trashed by that Golem Hybrid they mentioned, one hinge already being off.

"Wait, you mean you're really grateful for what we did to you? You don't hate us?" He asked, floating in front of my way again.

"Yes, and if I was mad I wouldn't be here still chatting with you." I said as I tried to get past him again.

"Point taken." He said, moving out of the way. "Well, safe travels, eh?"

"Thanks, and do keep your friends in check, will ya?" I said as I ran off toward the west.

"Will do!" I heard him yell as I looked back and the door closed behind him.

I'd gotten faster since the transformation, and had no trouble running on the side of buildings. This was something I'd only seen in movies before, never done myself. What other things could I do? I'd find out in due time. For now, I had to get to Hearthome City by Route 212.

I paused on one low rooftop and typed out a quick message to Jacob.

Jacob,

I'm heading home, but don't be surprised if what you see is different from what you'd usually expect. I might have trouble catching a ship in Canalave though, so if you can spare one to pick me up, that would be nice.

Zela

[Lusankya]

Kirov Akula
Nameless
R&D, Nameless HQ

The next day, Kirov got up early. Today was the launching day of the Stingray attack sub prototype. Throwing together an oatmeal breakfast with some orange juice on the side, Kirov mused about his cooking skills. Or rather, lack of said skills. Maybe he could pick up some tips from Natalie. She was the cook in the family. Remembering back to his childhood days, it was his twin sister that had been teaching their parents how to cook gourmet food.

It was a short drive to the Nameless Soldier Headquarters. It was a relatively hidden location, partially underground (of course), with multiple entrances. One of them was disguised as an ordinary thrift store. Kirov entered the store, tipped a metaphorical hat to the owner, and walked into the back room. A door was partially concealed behind several large crates. But the door was a mere distraction, for one of the crates was the door. Kirov tapped on said crate, which swung open. An access tunnel was revealed behind it, dimly lit by service lights.

Back in R&D, Kirov watched as the first Stingray rolled off the assembly line. This was not the prototype--that was already done. This was the first of the multitudes that would be manufactured at this factory. Saffron was fairly close to the shoreline of Kanto, and an underwater access tunnel would be the launch point.

The Stingray looked little like a conventional submarine. It looked reminiscent of a flying wing, only fat, and more oval. But the sides of angled, and it gave the impression of a fast, quick vessel. Fast and quick it was. The Stingray was a completely new breed of naval vessel, fast, stealthy, and powerful. Torpedoes would be all but useless against it: Conventional torpedoes were designed to target and destroy large, clunky vessels, like destroyers or battleships. Certainly they wouldn't be able to track a Stingray, which was as fast and more agile than most torpedoes. Warships also had an effective minimum range, once a ship got close enough, its guns would not be able to aim low enough to target it. The same with torpedoes--at the range Stingrays would engage, any torpedo would tear apart the ship the Stingray was attacking as well as the Stingray itself.

Large, massed depth charges might still be of use, however, Kirov thought as he scratched his chin. With much fanfare, the first Stingray slid off the tracks and into the water. It zoomed out past into the tunnel.

Projects:
Psychic Decimator: 1/30
Cryocopter: 13/15
VS6 ICBM 6/20
Empress's Revenge: 12/20
VS5: 9/10

Dasha Eva
Nameless
Goldenrod City

"So what is it we're looking for again?" Arin was asking.

Dasha was busy taking apart her REC7 while chewing on a licorice stick. Due to the licorice stick, her reply was muffled. "A lregendry Pokamun," she mumbled. "Drgon-thing. Rad, white, arnd fliez."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Dasha swallowed her licorice. "A legendary Pokemon," she repeated. "Dragon-type. Red, white, and flies a lot."

"Ah." Arin stowed away the parts of her Javelin missile launcher. "Why again?"

"Some guy down in R&D wants it. We don't ask questions, remember? We just follow orders."

Arin smirked. Dasha could be so simple-minded sometimes. "So, do we even know what it looks like? Or what it's called?"

"It's called a Latias. Picture's in the PDA. Arceus knows why R&D wants it. Doesn't seem like a very useful Pokemon to me."

"Well, it's a legendary. We'd always get bragging rights."

Dasha didn't deem it right to reply to that. She simply threw her bag over her shoulder and proceeded towards the boat. Hoenn being a derelict wasteland, there was no need for disguises or concealment. She looked back towards the rest of her team, which had been silent the entire time. "Hurry up," she ordered calmly.

[Lord Celebi]

OOC: Its to cover my looking for Celebi. You notice how I'm going to Johto?
IC:
Purple Twilight I
Over Johto

The missile had caught up to my jet quickly. I let it get ahead of my jet, and then followed it, to ensure that it would impact. When no missiles had fired from Johto, I was convinced that it would hit as planned. I reached the Johto mainland quickly, as the missile took a dive near Violet Town, a city near the center of Johto. This would allow for optimal spreading of the virus in both Johto and Kanto.

Laughing maniacally, I turned around, and headed for the Ilex Forest. When I saw a clearing, I landed my jet. It was pretty hard to land in a forest, but I had pulled it off okay. People would be too distracted by a CDPA bomb going off in Violet to notice a jet landing in the Ilex Forest. Even if they did, I put the anti-burglary system on (which would entail it blowing up if someone tried to fly it away).

I hopped out of my jet, but not before checking my PDA to see that the Underwater Sunlight was complete. Happy, I pocketed the PDA and began to walk around the forest, looking for Celebi's shrine. The one thing I knew about Shrines is that they are Celebi's time portal to the world, so if its destroyed, Celebi could no longer materialize at any point in time in Johto past the point it had been destroyed.

I had also theorized that since Celebi is a temporally omnipresent being, it would know exactly when someone was going to attack its shrine, and be there to prevent it. So, theoretically, once I find the Shrine, Celebi should be waiting for me to stop it. If not, I could always just start kicking it until it comes... Or just set it on fire.

The air was thick with the scent of CDPA. It smelt almost like napalm and alcohol combined, but to me, it smelt of victory. Johto would be disoriented for hours, if not days. Hell, once I obtained Celebi for myself, I could order the navy to blockade the place, and take Johto for ourselves.

Oh, I couldn't wait...

Projects
Leviathan Torpedo System - 80% Complete (4% Per Post) [25 Posts]
AMS Underwater Sunlight - 100% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]
AMS Underwater Twilight - 40% Complete (6% Per Post) [15 Posts]
Ziz-Class Air Superiority Fighter Prototype & Mass Production - 20% Complete (2.5% Per Post) [35 Posts]
AMS Harlequin - 10% Complete (5% Per Post) [20 Posts]

[Dr Scott]

Vance Gray
Graffiti
Underground Laboratory, Military Base, Sootopolis, Hoenn
Pokémon List: Skarmory, Xatu, Steelix, Farfetch'd, Butterfree, Ninjask, Mr. Mime
Now what?

“Can you hear me?” Vance was asking the girl as he sat a little away from her, holding his hand out in her general direction. It was obvious that her captivity, which the information said was for a few months now, had really had an affect on her. She was frightened the minute they opened the door and entered the room; she had quickly found a spot in the corner and sat there, huddling and shaking.

In response the gray-eyed young man had his companions stand outside the door with their guns hidden but ready, just in case the girl’s mind was so degraded that she couldn’t tell friends from foes. She didn’t attack, though, instead doing nothing but whimpering. She looked so sad and pathetic Vance couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. He spoke in a calm, assuring voice, trying to lure her out to him. When that didn’t work he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to try to think up a solution. The information was coming in much slower and he found it a lot easier to concentrate, because he couldn’t help but worry because this told him that he only had about an hour before the delusions kicked in.

Opening his eyes with a smile, he nodded to the girl and stepped out of the room, dropping his Poké Ball inside. His Xatu came out, looking around and immediately assessing what was going on. Equipped in the custom-made luxury balls of each of his Pokémon were monitors so they could watch outside and be ready, but Xatu was one for minor details. After a while he nodded to his trainer and hopped slowly towards the girl, “Xa-Xatu. Tu, xat tu.”

“Um? Bre Bre Umbreon?” the girl responded, the words sounding strange coming from human lips. Still, the response was immediate, as the girl began uncurling herself from a ball as she looked curiously at her new intruded.

“Xatu,” his Pokémon’s simple reply came, nodding his avian head towards the door where the three humans stood. When that didn’t seem to be enough he pressed on, “Tu! Xa tu xatu!”

After a while the girl turned to face the door, her hands wrapped around her knees. She looked a lot more sane in that instant, and also a lot more pretty. “Breon?” she asked, tilting her head a little and staring from Xatu to Vance, who had appeared at the door. “Friend?” she said in human language, saying the word like she hadn’t spoken English in a very long time.

“Yes,” Vance said in his same calm voice, “I’m your friend. We’re here to help get you out of here. All of the scientists have left this place a long time ago, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Friend,” she repeated, wrapping her lips around the word as if it was a drink of heavenly water. “A friend like the others?” she asked, surprising Vance.

He looked around, “what others?” he couldn’t help but worry a bit, thinking that maybe the girl was delusional. If she was then she might be too far for him to help, and the only thing he could do is take her somewhere where she would be well taken care of.

“Hybrids,” she said, speaking more clearly. It was obvious that she was getting used to it again, as if she was re-learning how to ride a bike after a long time of driving. “The hybrids are my friends. Are you one?” She seemed to look him over for the first time at that moment, studying him, trying to see if he looked odd.

“No, I’m not a hybrid,” he said, “but we will make sure to save all your friends and take them to somewhere they will be safe.”

She was about ready to stand up but then she sat back down again in a rush, staring at him in suspicion. “No more tests? Aren’t going to use us?”

Vance bit his lip, cutting back a sigh. He had never been a great diplomat, he just didn’t have the patience for it. Of course he could do almost anything while in his genius stage, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do it, some things he just didn’t have a knack for. “You don’t have to worry about that, we will make sure that won’t happen. You’ll be free to do whatever you want; you can get back at those who did this to you, make sure this won’t happen to anyone else, or even just live by yourself. The choice is yours, though I’ll try to help you if I can.”

“Help me,” she said, apparently repeating all the statements that she particularly liked. “I will come with you,” she decided after a second’s thought, standing up and slowly walking towards the door, “will help talk the others into coming with you if you promise nothing will happen.”

“I promise,” Vance said with a nod and a smile, “you have my word on it.” The girl gave him the once over, looked at Xatu, who nodded in response, and walked out the door in small, unsure steps. The five turned to the next hall down the line and opened the door a second before checking the list to see that a Sudowoodo hybrid named George inhabited the cell.

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‘Good,’ the male thought to himself as he watched their progress with his eyes closed, ‘perhaps they are worthy.’

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“No!” shouted the scientist as he watched from the small hidden room near the zombie holding cells. He blocked out the sound of the hungry, lumbering oafs outside as he stared and watched as a bunch of fools started letting out his life research. “They will regret this,” he added, running a hand through his hair.

Project List

Fighter Plane F-00 Code Named Reaper: 15/20
HK-71 plans: 15/30
NU Sea Turtle: 13/20
Special Explosives: 8/10
Energy Manipulation Experiments: 8/?

[Charizard Michelle]

Mala Aspecto says "Now this is intresing"
Graffiti
En Route to Gateon Port

Mala was now on her Charizard who was carrying tons of items along with some others that were part of her group. She could see the OIN Maid close by. Mala laughed and said, "That Greevil is such a loser. I mean he really thinks that I will not kill him. Well I will." Mala then looked at her men ands said, "YOu guys hid the bombs?"

"Yes Mala. We did." said a person who carry some money in boxes.

Mala nodded. "Still I think I convience him to keep his mouth shut. No need for us to let others know we were here."

The project of Sheer Cold Station and Orre Oceanic Force was still being worked on. Mala had no idea what was going on but Sean had more of an idea. Still Mala didn't care nor want to. That was Solo's project. Operation Fresh has now rapidly began to countinue on. Another level has been reached to help improve the zombie base projct. OIN Dreadnought, OIN Butler and OIN Groundskeeper has enter a final phase in production.

Mala was now on the OIN Maid. She looked at Anna and saw that she was now resting in a chair. Mala knew that Anna has been tired out. Her mask as still on her face as the vents began to filter the air out of the ship. Mala still didn't take off her mask nor did Anna. Mala wasn't scared to become a hybrid but she knew that Anna was. Mala didn't pick on Anna about it though since it be way too mean on her part. Still Mala smiled knowing that now they got lots of stuff including the secert behind the Shadow Pokemon and money. Then there were just other junk that Mala had no idea about.

Mala then said, "So what we doing now?"

Anna looked up at Mala who was in the captain's chair of the OIN Maid. She blinked and said, "No idea. I thought you knew that."

Mala laughed and said, "Well I want to see Sean. He been sounding happy."

"Doesn't he always when he is working on something new? Or whatever you got him working on." said Anna dully. "Still I think we may need to take a look at what you got. Maybe we can actually do something with it."

Mala sighed and said, "Oh that too. Ok. Lets start that."

Anna sighed and said, "Ok. Just some rest first."

Mala laughed and said, "OK! Now we rest and look at the junk."

Sean Agreeable says, "Shakira is going to be at Obama's thing of a gig!"
Graffiti
Pyrite Town, Orre

Sean was now in his lab which was underground of Pyrite Town. He was at his work desk as a few unown were being examed from their pokeballs. Sean then looked at a person and said, "Well we got something here after looking at some dittos and now some unowns."

Neko sighed and said, "So what does this have to do with zombies?"

Sean laughed and said, "I would like to know but we all know that already. Well except you I think."

"That is why I asked." said Neko.

Sean laughed and said, "Well this is mostly all Mala's plan. I just follow what she said and use what I know in science to help her out. ALso helps to have some other like minds."

[ID Saraibre Ryu]

OOC: Most of this is what I was hoping to post previously.

Talyn Galians
Nameless
Nameless HQ; Training Arena

After two hours, I whistled loudly again, and my Pokemon switched battle partners. I wanted Datara to have some flight experience, but I had her for running mostly. Her powerful legs could match a regular Blaziken's, if only compared to endurance and leaping ablities. In the mean time, Fyslow, who was just as grumpy as usual, was stuck with Bandit. They continued nicely for another twenty minutes, until someone crossed the line.

I was falling asleep with blood rushing to my head as I hung upside down, when I was alerted by the sound of a blast and small bits of crumbling debri. I lookd over to the left and found a scorch mark about five feet away from Shayda's body. I glared at Fyslow immediately. He looked behind him sheepishly, as if he had nothing to do with it. I ignored it for now and went on being a Pokemon's backpack.

Tydranstartd to skate around his 'rink', breaking off bits of ice and swerving in all kinds of circles. I watched him carefully from the top corner of the room, making sure that his next few moves were correctly executed. He started to spin around in a circle, his head pointed upward like a top. A gusty wind and the ice were caught up in the attack, clearly a powerful Twister. As he started to rotate faster and faster, more ice from the floor gathered up into the whirlwind. It seemed powerful enough already, but then Tydran added the last component; Hydro Pump. The spiraling water further enhanced the Twister's rotation, making him spin faster and faster.

"Alright Tydran, release and steady!" I yelled from my corner with my hands over my mouth.

As quickly as it came, Tydran stopped spinning, and spraying water from his snout. The Kingdra had to move himself out of the way of the now falling ice. The problem was he was slightly dizzy. flapping his back fin vigorously, he managed to sway out ofthe way of the majority of the frozen parts, with only a few small ones pounding on his head like hail.

I looked at my watch. It's amazing how the time flew by quicker than a flock of scared Starly. I had to call everyone in for the night. Tydran seemed disappointed, since he hadn't finished his own training. The remainder of the team seemed tired and ready for bed.



Back in my room, everyone had taken to their bed positions; shayda under the bed, Ashe at the foot of mine, Tydran in my bathtub, Bandit in my hammock chair, and Fyslow and Gemni were arguing over the bean-bag chairs. The hour was either really late, or early, but, I fell asleep almost as soon as everyone mentioned their good-nights.


Projects:
Shayda[Ariados] Special Training; Speed and Endurance
Tydran[Kingdra] special Training; 'Tempest' Technique
Posts: [2/3]

[Lord Celebi]

Ilex Forest
Johto

I continued to amble through the Ilex Forest, searching for the Shrine. According to the map on my PDA, I was getting close to it, but I still had a ways to go. The satellite maps were sketchy, though, but Tiantus had fixed the resolution around the Ilex Forest so I could navigate the woods better. I helped a little bit.

Finally, I saw the Shrine. Happy, I went over to it, until I got a call from Tiantus, "How's the CDPA Spread in Johto?"

"Oh, its great," I replied to Tiantus, "It hit, and I'm sure then nation is eating itself alive."

"Ah, good," Tiantus said, "So, should we prep the missiles for the rest of the world?"

"Yeah," I said, "Shoot one off at Fiore, one at Orre, and one at Hoenn. That'll cover the whole world in CDPA by tomorrow. From there, we will pillage and conquer to our heart's content!"

"Understood," Tiantus replied, as I ended the call. Pocketing my PDA, I approached the Shrine,