Day: 2, Time: 1149, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Bridge

Ryu sat at the very peak of the ship, above everything - on top of the bridge. Nothing a teleport can't take him to. The Chimera slowly grew more and more accustomed to his Psychic half - being able to use Teleport with more control then before.

The breeze blew against the Chimera, lightly. Any normal person would have been afraid to be up here. Ryu, on the other hand, had enough confidence in his ability to Teleport that if he did fall, he'd land safely.

There was quite a lot going on, though none of the action would be near the ship. However, Ryu and his Psychic ability felt something more to come, something that would take the fight to this ship…a Psychic image hazed through the barrier of time. He could only guess, and he could only listen to his heart, but he did not like what it spoke of.

Sighing softly, he glanced back down towards the decks of the ship, using his Psychic power to reach into one particular Psychic within the confines, someone who was part of his 'prophecy' in the future…

Day: 2, Time: 1151, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Infirmary

Jewel continued to gaze at the ceiling above, with an uneasy feeling in her gut about the future. More specifically, about the future of her companions on this boat. She wasn't sure if the other Psychics among them saw it, though there was a growing agitation amongst them, at least as she sensed throughout.

Sighing softly, the Starmie 'closed her eyes', symbolized by the dimming of her jewel, still cracked, but slowly recovering from the damage dealt by that single blow sometime ago. It was so painful to think sometimes, let alone move. Jewel felt crippled, though that was exactly what she was - crippled. In her current state, the Psychic couldn't do much to help anyone. Yet, it nagged at her mind, that in the next few hours, she will have to protect her Trainer, with all her might, even if it meant the Pokémon's life..

Day: 2, Time: 1153, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Deck, Bow

Alex was at his post again, gazing out towards the distant horizon, feeling the agitation from the group of his companions there. However, that wasn't the only disturbance he felt. In fact, a stronger one was right on the very ship he stood on, bounced among the Psychics he knew of aboard.

"Judgement is passing, and some of us won't survive the ordeal…" Alex thought, keep the thoughts out of the cycle of underlying Psychic currents. "I already know who's going to die…and I can't do anything to stop it…"

The feeling of helplessness slowly set in onto Alex. It clicked onto him, that despite all his Psychic power from his Angel DNA, there were still things that he couldn't prevent unto the world. In a strange of way, it depressed him - to know of such events before they happen, and yet being able to do nothing about such events. Then again, clairvoyance was a rather strange ability indeed…to be able to sway emotions as such…Alex wondered if he'll ever get used to it.

"Then again, I do have a lifetime to think about it…" Alex continued softly, wondering if that was true or not - what Tim passed off to him, at that moment below the deck, in the holds. Time would tell, time would definitely tell, and the Psychic also had that strange feeling he wasn't going to like it.

He saw Abetos in the future, but not 'Abetos' the Houndoom, more like someone who had that Houndoom spirit in him.

"Snap out of it Alex…you're thinking too far ahead…just concentrate on the present…" the Chimera tried to tell himself. But no matter how hard he tried to persuade that was the truth, the further he drew himself from the reality of 'present'…

Day: 2, Time: 1218, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Mess Hall

Spark was softly chewing on his food, slow and deliberately. There was the bunch of soldiers off duty right now occupying the majority of the hall, chatting and bickering amongst themselves in a playful manner, though Spark had nothing to associate with them. They didn't even release their Pokémon, that or the Pokémon had a different feeding area.

However, this Growlithe remained by his Trainer, as Sam ate her meal methodically in the corner table, by herself as everyone else had something else to worry about. Then again, Sam's mind was also towards the sky, literally. Vyren was on her mind always now, and it bothered the Growlithe with that mindset.

Spark was just weary of everything at the moment, being as he was almost disallowed from entering the mess hall. His body told him something was amiss, though he couldn't put his paw on what it was. However, what was amiss was not bothering him, as peculiar as it sounds. Instead, he was more worried towards the present, as more then a few soldiers on board have given 'that' look towards Samantha. Young and beautiful, and since the crew lacked any female personal, there were more then a few anxious to have a shot at it. Spark would remain diligent, while waiting for Vyren's return. He was actually glad Sarpal had Ice watching over her, or else things may quickly escalate.

It actually occurred to him if any of the Pokémon on the ship felt the same as their Human counterparts. He wasn't sure if there were any female Pokémon on board, but if there was a lack of that as well, the same problem can arise…

The Fire Type lowered his head once again, taking another bite out of the food provided, watching everyone in the room carefully for any sort of 'moves' against his trainer…

Day: 2, Time: 1412, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Ship Docking Bay

Espe watched the waves of the roll by, right down in between the ships through the open gates of the docking bay. The Psychic Pokémon lay still on the wet deck, taking no heed of the rocking of the boat at this level. She was too distracted to even think about her health at the moment, only thinking about other souls on board instead.

"Hey…sis…" a meek Umbreon spoke softly, approaching the female Pokémon. Small dribbles of water splashed about as Umbre stepped on them, giving no regard to the dampness.

"Bro…" Espe whispered, not moving from her location. The Dark type slowly approached his sibling, nuzzling behind her neck gently, something their parents would do if their children were ever down.

"Everything will be fine…" Umbre spoke softly, lying down beside the Psychic and gazing out towards the same point that the female Pokémon was staring at. "I'll protect you and mom…" Espe remained silent, unmoved by the words of her sibling. "I promise…"

The Espeon sighed softly, turning to face her twin brother and nuzzling him on the neck gently - a return gesture of care.

"I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you or mom…" the young, female Pokémon whispered into the ears of her counterpart. "Please say…say you'll always be with me…brother…" Umbre slowly lowered his head, gazing at the cold metal floor of the dock, before closing his eyes.

"I won't leave you…ever…I promise…" Umbre spoke softly, turning towards Espe and nuzzling her neck once more. The female purred at his touch, something Umbre hasn't heard for a long time. He smiled gently…believing he can keep his promise for his sibling…

Day: 2, Time: 1414, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Starboard Sea

Melody floated around the ship, enjoying her temporary freedom from the confines of the ship once more, this time taking only one passenger on her back - an Eevee that broke the boundaries of evolution by his mere existence.

"It's been busy, lately…" the Lapras commented, swimming closer to the ship as it coasted away by the waves. Void didn't move, only lay still on the Lapras' shell. "Yet, here you are…relaxing as though it would all unfold by itself…"

"It will all unfold by itself…it's just a matter of whether it unfolds in our favour, or in our enemy's favour," the Eevee replied, rolling onto his back and gazing up towards the sky.

"You don't seem worried," Melody answered, turning her neck the face the lone passenger on her shell. Void smirked, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

"We're all going to die anyway…whether we like it or not…" Void spoke softly. "It's just a matter of when it happens. For me, it doesn't matter…I am a freak of nature after all…I don't deserve any sorrow when I pass away."

"You can't say that!" Melody barked, surprised at the Eevee's words, but more surprised with her own reaction towards the whole thing. Void chuckled, stretching his limbs out on her back.

"I am a freak of nature, no matter how hard you look at it," Void only replied nonchalantly. Melody growled, provoked by the Eevee's words as well as his attitude.

"Most of our companions are these so called 'freaks of nature', yet they live their lives to the fullest…you should do the same," the female told her passenger, trying to speak as softly and as calmly as possible.

"Do you think they all live their lives to fullest?" Void retorted, rolling back onto his feet and stepping closer to Melody. "Carter lives his life as a hermit on board this ship…taking orders from only the commander, and is left alone by everyone else. No appreciates him, even if he is an integral part of the team. It's only because he's a 'Chimera'. Call it racist if you like, or whatever bias it is, Carter will never live a full life as long as the people around him don't accept it."

"Vyren and Sam both had second chances at life, only because of that Pokément Pendant they wore," Void continued, without hesitation. "Yet, with their rebirth gave them powers that only make them even more feared by society. Would anyone want a pyrotechnic in their city if they knew Sam could do that at a snap of her fingers? Or perhaps people would understand Vyren and his wind calling. If I was any normal Pokémon experiencing this for the first time, I'd be afraid for my life at the power he possesses."

"And then there's Alex…" Void spoke, his speech breaking no stride, yet he seemed to have soften his tone. "Alex…his Chimera has given him immense Psychic power, yes, but at the same time, he's a freak of society. If they saw him under the jacket and clothes he wears - those wings…those…bones - he would be hunted and killed for just being him. Do you think he can live his life to the fullest if he has to be afraid of being detected by society and there prejudices?"

"Face it, we 'Chimeras' can't live a full life," Void growled, looking away from Melody's stunned visage and scared gaze. "No matter what, we'll be hunted. The Rockets will won't us back sooner or later, and when that time comes, we'll be living in exile, hiding from them. We can fight them now, but we can't fight them forever. We're as good as dead."

Melody could only stare with disbelief at the words Void spoke for those few minutes. The words that droned on and on - the very words that pierced her heart and soul with pain of listening. Quickly, she turned her head away, going to drop her passenger off - the passenger that had no faith in life of their friends. The Water type was disgusted with those words, yet, she felt a strange truth in them…a strange truth she refused to accept…

Day: 2, Time: 1422, Location: The S.C. Aleathra Air Space

Skymin slowly glided through the sky, listening to the wind howl as he blazes his trail through the sky. On his back was the lone passenger of a male Vulpix. Ignite was his name, and the pair were only making a temporary run from the confines of the ship - a breath of fresh air, so to say.

"Déjŕ vu still hitting you?" the Pidgeot questioned, craning his head back to face the Vulpix passenger. Ignite shook his head, glancing down towards the ship below, unafraid of the height considering his faith in Skymin's flying prowess.

"Nah…something more…" the small Fire type answered. "There's Alex again…still staring out there…" As if on cue, the Angel Chimera glanced up towards the sky, what looked like directly towards the flying pair. However, the phenomenon didn't surprise Ignite one bit - the Chimera was Psychic after all, a rather strong on too…

"What's wrong then, friend?" the Flying type continued to question, reverting the topic back to its origin. Ignite closed his eyes, trotting with light steps on the Pidgeot's back, facing towards the north island of the Trilands. Skymin needed no more information.

"Nil bothers you," Skymin spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Ignite smiled, shaking his head and lying down on the soft back of his companion.

"It's Lin, and yes, she is indirectly bothering me," the Vulpix replied, sighing softly and enjoying the soft wind blowing against his fur. It took a moment for the concern to register on the Pidgeot, but it did register.

"It's Styx then," Skymin remarked, understanding that same feeling. Neither of the pair got over that Pikachu's demise. It was so ironic, that his demise was the one thing that brought Nil's…Lin's memory back to her. Yet, at the same time, when the pair of Pikachu's - separated by the cruelty of fate - were reunited, it was over. The Pidgeot could only wonder what that female Pikachu was thinking, and knew it was nothing similar to the grievances he and his Vulpix companion felt for their comrade in arms.

Ignite's final answer was that of silence, the pair understanding the other's feelings perfectly with this one topic. A rare occasion considering the nature of each individual, though it was a similarity that was ironically felt between them.

"Makes you wonder how Ni-…Lin is taking it…" Ignite wondered out loud, breaking the silence of the howling wind. It was now Skymin's turn to be silent, only thinking the same thing moments ago. It was really strange how the mind works…and how there was always that moment of coincidence that erupts at any random time.

Sighing softly, the Pidgeot began a slow decent back towards the boat, feeling his wings grow tired, even if he was only gliding through the currents of the wind…

Day: 2, Time: 1521, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Training Deck 2 - Mountain Terrain

Ripper threw a right hook into the air, followed by a left jab and then a tackle from his right shoulder. Soon afterwards was a left backhand attack, reorienting the Hitmonchan into the right direction. The Hitmonchan's fists were still raised, at his face in a boxing position, breathing shallowly as he focused in the direction in front of him - a larger boulder standing in his path.

Roaring out once, the Hitmonchan leaped forward, sending his left fist right into the boulder, creating a larger crater on the shell of the rock egg before him. Dissatisfied, he threw his right fist into the rock as well, sending a fissure right through the rock from top to bottom at the point of impact. However, still dissatisfied by the results, he threw his third and final a punch with his left, breaking the boulder into thousands of pieces of rock shrapnel. They rained down, though the Fighting type paid no heed to the falling debris.

Sighing softly, the Hitmonchan slowly stood upright, the falling rock shards eventually settling on the ground below. The soft trickling of falling rock echoed throughout the room, until if eventually stopped, as the Hitmonchan remained unmoving in the centre of the chaos.

"What's on your mind?" someone questioned from afar. Ripper jerked his head towards the direction of the voice, surprised there was a spectator. The Pokémon cursed at himself softly for letting something like that get by his senses, though he was glad it was only Carter when the intruder was identified.

"Nothing's on my mind," the Pokémon replied, stepping through the mess he made, crunching some of the small, frail pieces of rock under his feet as he approached his trainer and partner.

"You usually smash a boulder that in two hits," Carter answered, knowing his Pokémon companion much too well. "Either you were tired - which I highly doubt - or you were distracted. I believe the latter more then the former." Ripped continued to walk towards his friend until they were side by side, facing opposite directions. He turned his gaze towards Carter.

"It's the attack team, isn't it?" Carter questioned. The Hitmonchan chuckled, turning away from Carter, yet the pair still remained side-by-side.

"I don't believe in others doing the dirty work that we should be doing," Ripper answered, though Carter expected that answer from the Pokémon.

"I didn't think so…no…something else is bothering you…" Carter whispered, probing his mind for the answer to the distraction. "It's Amy, she's bothering you," the Human finally spoke. Ripper was silent for a brief moment, before continuing his stride.

"I don't expect to make it through this," the Fighting type responded, as though predicting his own demise in the end of this entire excursion. "Give her my regards once this is all over." Carter remained silent, only listening to the foot steps of his Pokémon until they faded away from existence…

Day: 2, Time: 1739, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Deck, Stern

Vapour circled around slowly, as though he was in a slow game of chasing his tail. However, the Water type eventually settled down, his mind broken between the many thoughts of friend and family.

"Bro, you gonna be alright?" Jolt asked, approaching his formerly pacing brother. Vapour nodded slowly and meekly, giving his brother the complete opposite of 'yes' as an answer just by those actions alone. "Flare is on your mind," the Electric type spoke, needing no more prying on the situation to understand it entirely. In fact, that same concern for his sister has also been on the Jolteon's mind for a long time now.

"She's on your mind to, don't deny it," Vapour answered softly and harshly, closing his eyes and resting against the deck, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts, especially of her, period.

"I won't deny it, but will you?" Jolt retorted, trotting in circles around his brother. Vapour opened one eye, watching his sibling cautiously, yet giving no heed to him - not yet, at least. Silence overcame the pair.

"Is that all you two can do? Sulk?" a third voice range out, taking the pair completely by surprise. The pair was confronted by a young Totodile, the apparent reincarnation of the late Squirtle known as Hydra. "I was there to witness what had happened…powerless to do anything. I know you probably can't understand that feeling, watching your sister suffer like that…suffer through all that torment and torture. You don't have to understand what she went through, just show compassion to her, instead of keeping away and sulking for your incompetence." The siblings narrowed their eyes, watching the Totodile, who wasn't intimidated by their pose. Instead, he only left them to ponder his words, the words that struck a chord within each soul…

Day: 3, Time: 0002, Location: Trilands, North Island, SF Attack Team HQ, Outer Perimeter

It was quiet, and it was dark. The only light was isolated to those under the light posts and the faint glimmers of light that came from the moon high above. To the eyes of those who were truly watching, they could see the faint silhouette of a few figures walking through the night.

Tim glanced back at the warehouse where the team was located. Heart clouding his judgement, he continued to depart away from that building and those who dare not attempt a mission. He would rescue Ryna, with or without the help of the others he travelled with. The trainer could wait no longer.

Though his Pokémon were opposed to the entire idea, they followed their Trainer with little regret, loyal to him and his cause towards the one who shares his heart. They wouldn't refuse their Trainer this opportunity, though they would oppose it. Time and destiny would tell if they were walking into a trap or not, but no matter what, they were determined to rescue Ryna from captivity…