Day: 3, Time: 0003, Location: Trilands, North Island, SF Attack Team HQ, Roof
Vyren glanced down towards the darkness below, balancing effortlessly on the edge of the roof. He could not see their forms or even silhouettes of the trio down below, yet he knew they were there. The bitter wind of the night sky told him that, but he couldn't stop them. Instead, he would only wait, wait for the awakening of everyone else, and then they would plan their move from there.
"The calmness of the wind is tormented by the rage of another…mingled in a mix of emotions…" Vyren whispered, crossing his arms as he felt the trio slowly move away, towards their goal and to form their plan of action.
"The storm must be disturbed, yet I cannot…the wind would not allow for it…" Vyren continued to speak in gentle tones, glancing towards the sky. "It is not time yet…if I stop them, all will then be for naught…" The sniper sighed softly, wondering what that feeling of conflict in his heart really wanted. "Kystel…what would you do…?" the Chimera asked softly, waiting for the answer to come from his Fearow companion, an answer that will never emerge in this blanket of night. Sighing softly, he stepped away from the edge, returning back towards the confines of the warehouse to think and rest…
Day: 3, Time: 0005, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Deck, Bow
Alex had his bank turned towards the north island of the Trilands, leaning against the railing of the boat, eyes closed to reach through the darkness of the night. In contrast, his mind wandered through the sea of black, finding what he needed to know - the distraught mind of a certain Chimera as he raced to find the one who held his heart.
"Tim…Tim…Tim…" Alex repeated to himself, knowing full well how brash and reckless the other Chimera's actions were, yet, it was also the best course of action, considering the circumstances of future events.
The Angel Chimera slowly slid a hand up his sleeve, feeling the bone exoskeleton that marked his body with the curse of the strongest Psychic in existence - a curse in its own right, yet a blessing in another.
"Little firebird…your rage burns like an inferno, blinding you altogether, yet drawing you to a destined future…strange how fate works…" Alex told himself, whispering those same words to the distant flame, though the Chimera knew the fire wouldn't hear those words, let alone listen to it in the storm that fire brewed.
"Jewel…I'm so sorry…" Alex finally spoke, aloud before pushing off the railing of the ship. It was going to be a very long day, for everyone, and he would be in his best form to try to the stop the inevitably of the future…
Day: 3, Time: 0006, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Infirmary
Jewel gasped, startled into consciousness by a sharp image of death. The image remained imprinted in her mind, the Starmie 'breathing harshly', trying to regain herself within the fear of her heart.
"Sarpal…" the Psychic whispered, trying to calm herself, but unable to shake the image from her mind. The dismembered body…the pool of blood…drenched in the bitterness of crimson…the disembowelment…the entrai-…
If Starmie's could throw up, Jewel would have thrown up at that moment - disgusted by the thought and remembrance of all that. Clashing of blue against the red background…
"Why…? Why did I dream that…?" Jewel asked herself. She recalled previous dreams - more like visions - of the future, that don't follow like that, but always had Sarpal in it. The female Pokémon sighed softly, wondering what her female Chimera Trainer was dreaming.
"Is this a vision as well?" she wondered, never recalling anything so graphic before. The Starmie recalled the form of the other, laughing, enjoying the pain as she tortured her pray - a blue haired Trainer - until she finally stopped screaming…
"Sarpal…" Jewel repeated softly, recalling the ebony black hair behind that instrument on her head - the torturer and murderer. The Psychic slowly calmed herself, still finding it difficult to remove the images, but at the same time not as effected by them. Instead, she lied back down, allowing herself to fall back into a peaceful slumber…hopefully…
Day: ?, Time: ????, Location: ???
It was dark and cold. The blanket of darkness made it nearly impossible to see, except for the few lights of red in the distance, and a small glimmer of red reflecting of something faintly metallic, and shiny. There was soft breathing inside the chamber, from where the red lights. They began to strobe, slowly at first, before increasing in pace and frequency. The breathing slowly started to grow harsher and more sporadic, as though whoever was breathing was beginning to have difficulty.
The red lights increased in pace of their strobe, become even more and more frequent. As it continued, the breathing became more raspy, until the lights turned green. The person screamed out in pain, a female scream, while yelling the name of one person:
"TIM~~~!!!!"
Day: 3, Time: 0434, Location: North TR Research Facility, Sewer System
Tim awoke with a startle, the echo of his name being screamed piercing his mind still. He placed a hand on his chest, his heart beating quickly, supporting himself with his other hand as he tried to calm himself in anyway possible. He glanced towards his two companions - a Sandslash and a Graveler, both resting peacefully, uninterrupted by Tim's sudden arousal. The Chimera smiled lightly, completely unfazed by the stench of the sewer system, growing accustomed to it over the past few hours. The group was waiting for the right moment to come, waiting at the place they had to be. It was just a waiting game now, and they intended to finish it. Then, the rules of the game would change completely…
Tim wiped the dirt of his face, sort of, with his dirtied hands. He slowly got to his feet, silently glad that the sewers were currently dry. He didn't feel like wading through muck anytime soon. Instead, he silently walked down the sewers, remembering his path as he began a short trek to return to their entry point in the first place. He lowered his night vision goggles, as the light barely penetrated into the system below the ground.
"She called my name…Ryna…is that you…?" Tim wondered to himself, recollecting on the past dream only a few minutes ago. "Were you trying to call out to me? Or maybe…" Tim fell silent, drawing his hands closer together, and intertwining the fingers into his own hands. The Chimera wasn't sure how to interpret the dream, just a sign that someone needed his help, and quickly. Or perhaps he was just hallucinating, he couldn't be sure.
Slowly, with those thoughts, he returned back to the initiation point, where both his Pokémon were still sleeping, in their little bliss. Tim smiled more, his thoughts distracted for a moment, a brief relief he was unconsciously glad for. Silently, he returned to his position beside them, removing the goggles from his eyes and slowly dozing off once more, unconsciously clinging to that one dream…
Day: 3, Time: 0534, Location: Trilands, North Island, SF Attack Team HQ, Main Floor
Abetos slowly creaked the door open, left partially open last night from his patrol, something he decided to take a bit more seriously then before. However, something at the back of his mind bothered him, as though he left something slip by. Not slip in, more like slip out, but he wasn't sure what it was.
"I must be losing my touch…" the Houndoom muttered to himself, approaching the table where all the planning work was, glancing towards the 'sleeping area', still feel like something was amiss…
"Of course Vyren is amiss…he's probably on the roof…" the Dark type commented to himself, leaping up and supporting his hind legs up against the table, intuition leading him to that particular table to find the item amiss. That item amiss came in the form of a note, opened and easily readable with the perfectly neat and fancy writing. Abetos identified is as Tim's writing, being an artist and all, though he was surprised by the content of the letter. Eyes wide, he quickly leaped away from the table, barking like mad to awaken the others within the warehouse.
Day: 3, Time: 0559, Location: Trilands, North Island, SF Attack Team HQ, Main Floor
Des paced back and fourth around the warehouse, trying to figure out what to do. The hacker dared not call Carter about the turn of events, and the brash decision Tim took over the last few hours, confused on how to approach the situation at all. The others watched on, with their own thoughts that none wished to speak for fear of bursting the growing agitation in the air.
"Tim, what the hell are you thinking?" Des wondered to himself, still pacing while lost in his own world of thought. "Throwing your life away for her? Is it really that important to you? As well as jeopardize the lives of your Pokémon? And don't forget to mention the fact that you're making this mess in the air right now…" Des sighed at his thoughts, one half of him feeling anger and frustration towards their companion, the other feeling compassion and understanding for the actions done. "I hate this…" It was a small, young Pikachu that broke the silence of it all.
"I'm going," Lin spoke, frankly and clearly, turning her back towards the rest of the group and walking towards the exit of the warehouse. Psy, standing beside the female Pikachu, turned towards the Pikachu, before turning to Abetos with a confused visage. The Houndoom only nodded slowly, as Psy only took it as a cue to leave as well, following the Pikachu towards that common goal.
"I'm sorry, Des," the male Flareon of the group spoke, turning towards his Trainer and bowing his head when the hacker faced him. "I seek redemption, this is my way of doing so…" With those words, the Flareon left the circle, joining the other two females in their quest. Des only watched, stunned and silenced, still confused and lost in his mind.
"I can't sit idly and allow one of my friends risk their life for another of my friends," Guile spoke, hand curled tightly in a fist, the hand trembling as he spoke the words, trying to find the confidence to depart. Slowly, yet defiantly, he turned his back, walking with forceful steps towards the door to assist the other Pokémon in their endeavour.
"This old bird left something unfinished so long ago, it's time to complete that," Karrion spoke from high above, the Pidgeot and the Fearow perched in the rafters. She closed her eyes, before letting herself fall from the steel beam, spreading her wings and gliding out the open window from within - another Pokémon added to the quest.
"A regime of Pokémon…and one trainer…" Alken spoke softly, chuckling at the thought. Even if he couldn't understand what was going on for the most part, he knew deep down in his heart what it meant. "Ryna, Tim, you both have some good companions…"
Day: 3, Time: 0602, Location: North TR Research Facility, Rear Service Entrance
Tim slid the sewer cover out and over to the side, straining a bit to do so, but still managing such. Overhead sat a massive eighteen-wheeler, covering his manoeuvres for the most part. The renegade glanced around, seeing no one at the moment and slowly pulling himself out of the hole and away from the stench of the sewers.
"Wow, air smells so good…" Tim commented to himself, making sure his two Pokéballs were still on his belt. Satisfied, he slowly replaced the sewer cover, trying to make as little sound as possible, though hard to do with the scraping of metal against concrete. Upon completing that, he glanced around again, laying on his back, trying to see if anyone noticed it, though he himself found it difficult to hear with the growling of the motor of the truck's engine that was still running. "Even air under a running truck…" Tim added softly, taking a slab of C4 from the inside of his pocket and strapping it down against the bottom of the truck. Taking the electric remote, he placed the remote receiver into the clay like substance of the explosive, before connecting a pair of prongs and digging those into the C4 as well.
"And so things go boom," Tim told himself, rolling out from under the truck when it was still clear and wiping the dust and dirt off himself, before walking casually towards the side door for the rear service entrance. He passed by the driver and co passenger of the truck, smoking by the open garage of the platform, inside, nodding towards Tim. He nodded back, taking stride in assuming the identity of being an employee of the facility, not like the delivery people would know of that.
He approached the door, reaching into his pocket as he allowed for his back to shelter his movement from the lazy eyes of pair, taking out a small demo charge in the form of a slim card, like a credit card. He slid the card in between the door and the frame, right at the locking mechanism, detonating the miniature explosive within and shattering the lock. It was all done quickly, and Tim opened the door, striding into the facility casually and closing the door behind him, glancing to the side and seeing the inside of receiving area through the glass of the wall dividing this corridor to the inside. Tim saw the pair once again, still smoking, not tracing his movements. The demolitions expert replaced the card into his pocket, and turned the corner deeper into the facility, away from wary eyes and then reaching into his pocket, feeling the detonator for the other C4 planted. Without hesitation, he pushed the button.
Day: 3, Time: 0608, Location: Trilands, North Island, SF Attack Team HQ, Main Floor
"…initial reports of the terrorist attack on Sterarnick Research Incorporated has been unclear, though it is known that the truck that was destroyed was carrying materials needed to expand the facilities within. No fatalities have been reported, though the two drivers of the truck have been wounded in the explosion. No group has claimed responsibility yet, though rumours suggest that it is in relation to the group that destroyed the other two branches of Sterarnick Research Incorporated on the other islands of the Tri-…"
Des turned off the radio, standing up straight from leaning on the table and wiping the stress from his face, before turning to face the others, who were still waiting for something. They all knew very well Sterarnick was only a front for Team Rockets research on the Trilands..
"So, it begins now…" Des whispered, sighing softly before regaining his composure on the matter. He exchanged glances between the remaining two Humans in the group. Nodding slowly, Des checked his belt for the necessary equipment, before packing up his laptop and shouldering it, strapping it onto his back.
"I'm going to give Tim the back up he'll definitely need to get out of that mess he got into," Des told the pair and the remaining Pokémon within - which wasn't saying much. "None of you have to come along, this is a mess that none of you have to clean up."
"It was a mess I started to get out of Team Rocket, and a mess you helped me clean up, I owe you this return favour," Alken spoke, nodding his head and stepping forward, not backing down from his position.
"I can't sit here idly expecting everyone else to do the work," Vyren told the group, rifle shouldered and waiting. "I got your six when you have to bail out."
"I go wherever Alken goes," Abetos spoke, Kystel sharing the same sentiment towards his Trainer. Des glanced amongst his fellow companions, actually glad that they stepped forward to help. He didn't enjoy going in there alone, assuming Guile and his team already made their move into the facility.
"Let's move! We got a facility to demolish!"
Day: 3, Time: 0610, Location: North TR Research Facility, Roof
Amidst all the chaos down below with the destruction of a supply truck and the injury of those nearby, Guile and his team swooped down onto the roof, Karrion providing passage. No one noticed their landing, too occupied with settling the fire and reporting what happened.
Guile leaped down onto the roof, running a hand over the 6 Pokéballs on his belt, seeing it may become cumbersome if he released all of them and stay on alert. Instead, he opted to keep them inside, apologizing silently and glancing towards the others on the roof: a female Pikachu, a female Bulbasaur - who was more then just a Bulbasaur -, and a male Flareon. Lin seemed powered up to do some destruction, a little to energetic in Guile's eyes, but he wouldn't protest, he could probably use such energy in the hellhole down below.
"Plan?" Klik asked, a little agitated and nervous about this entire mission, but willing to go through the entire way to prove himself that he has changed.
"Go in, find Tim, help him out with whatever he is thinking," Psy answered, reading the mind of the Human psychic rather well, through only emotions at that. Guile nodded, agreeing whole heartedly and approaching the door to the stairs. Turning the knob revealed it to be locked, for obvious reasons.
"Waste of time," Guile commented, stepping back, before lunging at the door, breaking it off its hinges in one blow. The door sailed down the stairs and onto the floor below with a resounding thud, causing all to wince. "Well, so much for the stealth approach," the Chimera responded, stepping down the stairs, Pokémon following behind.
Day: 3, Time: 0618, Location: North TR Research Facility, Generator Room
Tim kneeled down the base of one of the reactors, strapping some explosives onto it and priming it, setting the detonator on remote as he usually does. The entrance was guarded by his Pokémon, with one unconscious guard lying at the corner of the room. The security was relatively light, and it bothered Tim even more. He expected some attention to be towards the truck, but not so much as to only have an isolated guard here and there throughout the facility. The demolitions expert was beginning to get worried, but shrugged it off for now, concentrating on his current objective.
"Do you have this bad feeling about this place?" Rocky asked his Sandslash companion, the Ground type glancing over.
"Only from about since we left early last night…er…this morning," Slasher answered, correcting himself on the timeframe before turning his attention back down the hallway through a small creek in the door. Still nothing detected, which was beginning to worry the Ground type even more.
"Yeah, my thought exactly…it's just too easy right now…" the Graveler agreed wholeheartedly, glancing back towards their Trainer. "Though I don't think he sees it…" Slasher glanced back once again, following Rocky's stare, before nodding as well and returning to the door again.
"Blinded by the ache in his heart, he'd do anything for that girl," Slasher replied, scratching his back lightly with a claw. "We just have to make sure he can complete that goal, and we'll get out of this just fine."
"I hope you're right…" Rocky returned, not so sure about the Sandslash's assumption on how it will all unfold. However, no one would know what was in store for them until it was revealed, and from then, it would all work on instinct…
Day: 3, Time: 0624, Location: North TR Research Facility, Outer Perimeter
Des pressed his back against the wall, watching the crowd slowly grow around the incident, now sealed off with caution take. Smoke still laced the sky, though it wasn't as bad as before, as though covering it with ominous glee. The hacker and Alken both hid in an alleyway nearby, trying to determine the best course of action. Vyren was on a roof above, hidden from view, ready to provide fire support as it comes.
"Suggestions?" Des asked his Human friend, still scanning the crowd to make sure no one was watching them.
"Front door," Alken responded bluntly, heading back down the alleyway and around to another corner, directing himself towards just that goal - the front door.
"What, are you crazy?!" Des hissed, chasing after the ex-Team Rocket. "They'll see us for sure!"
"So?" Alken responded, continuing with little concern. "Most attention will be directed towards Tim's mess in the back, so there will be less security in the front, expecting a breach from the back. We can probably waltz right in, beside, based on previous complex designs, there's probably a security room near the entrance we can use to analyse the situation." Des took a moment to digest the information, though nodded slowly in agreement, unable to find a suitable argument against Alken's point. They rounded the next corner, into an alleyway. Hidden from view once again in the shadows, Des pulled out a headset, donning it and speaking into the mic.
"Vyren, get into position to cover the front door, that'll be our entrance point," the hacker told their sniper support.
"Already on it," Vyren answered emotionlessly, Des expecting as much, no matter how cryptic that wind talking ability was. Des replaced the headset back into his pocket, nodding to Alken, who only nodded back. The pair strode towards the entrance, followed by the Houndoom who remained silent, waiting for orders to follow. The Dark type kept a sharp look for anything suspicious, finding none as the distance between them and the door grew shorter and shorter…
Day: 3, Time: 0621, Location: The S.C. Aleathra, Deck, Bow
Sarpal approached Alex once again, standing a few feet behind as Alex did his usual routine of staring out towards the distance. The wind blew softly, Sarpal's sapphire coloured hair blowing with it, though she wasn't disturbed by that.
"There's something wrong, isn't there?" Sarpal questioned the Psychic, sensing something amiss as well from the distance. And whatever it was that was scaring her out there, it was going to come to the ship, whether they liked it or not - and it was doing to come soon.
"You felt it too, didn't you?" Alex spoke, turning to face the female Lapras Chimera. Sarpal nodded slowly, stepping closer to the Angel Chimera.
"Jewel told me about it, and she said you would probably know of it," she whispered, gazing towards the deck below. The female sense out Jewel's presence, getting a reassuring 'pat' on the back from the Water/Psychic, causing Sarpal to smile faintly. However, the world just turned cold all of a sudden, causing Sarpal to gasp, eyes wide. She faced Alex, who was glaring at someone. Sarpal quickly turned around.
"Good morning," Syria spoke, smiling between her lips, eyes covered by that emerald visor she wore. Sarpal gasped, taking a step back and right into Alex, he only caught her, still staring. "It's time for you to die."