[RP] Tides of Freelance: Nigh Ruin

[TheProtobabe]

Zorayda Moonlin
Freelancer: Lugia
Diglett’s Cave, en route to underground Freelance base
ARPer’s: None

Diglett’s Cave was a deep, dark cavern--one that people didn’t traverse unless they were brave hikers or mountaineers. Those were being seen less and less lately due to the recent frowned-upon training of Pokemon; the caves were once a popular training grounds for such activities, but no longer. ENDoG had made sure of that. It always blew Zor’s mind how people could conform to government ideas and conspiracies so quickly, going from revering Pokemon and their bonds with humans to making Pokemon into mere pets. It just went to show how gullible and malleable human’s minds were, especially in large groups... She made her way deeper into the caverns, looking for a specific landmark that would lead her to one of the Freelancer’s secret entrances, unknown to ENDoG forces (as far as they knew and hoped). The Pikachu on the blonde’s shoulder looked a bit unnerved; being weak to Ground-type attacks, it was scary being surrounded by dirt and earth on all sides. Dusk led the way with his naturally bright glowing rings until the four of them came to a misshapen boulder that somewhat resembled an Onix. To its left were a few signs of recent activity and tracks, but it didn’t really look out of place, since this cave was well-traversed by Pokemon... Looking left and right, the young woman pushed a specific spot and the cave wall opened like a set of automatic doors, surprisingly mechanical for such a natural-looking formation of stone.

She slipped through, her other Pokemon following. Dusk was last, glancing left and right before disappearing like a faint shadow. This tunnel was narrow and dark, but made of manmade material and looked much different from Diglett’s Cave. It had several passageways, some blocked off, some caved in, and some leading to nowhere. It was a sprawling, confusing and dark maze, meant to confuse strangers and ENDoG agents to ensure that they didn’t find the underground base of operations. The Freelancers could not risk the ridiculous strength of ENDoG... so the danger of the passageways were necessary. Zor put Pikachu and Viola in their Poke balls, leaving only herself and Dusk to traverse the path. Finally, after thirty minutes of solid walking, turning several times in the twisting paths, she came to an open room, where there was a woman tending to a clunky machine behind a large counter. To the right was a dinosaur of a computer that looked extremely well-used. The woman behind the counter turned, eyes lighting when recognition when they settled on Zor and Dusk.

“Ah, welcome back, Miss Moonlin. And you too, Mr. Dusk,” the lady greeted kindly. Zorayda grinned back. Her Umbreon blinked in reply; a friendly greeting from the serious Pokemon.

“It’s good to be back! How are you doing, Joy?” the Trainer asked. The nurse smiled, and Zor suddenly noticed the tired lines under her eyes and the strain in her expression. She was stressed out and anxious, just like the rest of the Freelancers against the seemingly endless power of ENDoG. There had been little push lately against their forces... it was like an ant trying to shove against a brick wall. It felt impossible. Zor’s expression began to fall as well with the weight of that tiny reminder and the two women shared a brief silence, commiserating and feeling a miniscule comfort in knowing that they were in the battle together. That was all the Freelancers had right now... or so they thought. A small handheld radio on the counter came to life, static hissing through the speakers. Nurse Joy jumped up immediately and began to tune it. Crackles and high-pitched whines sounded before she found the frequency, barely audible in the Underground.

“...eports of an unknown...ssailant has freed the Po...mon known as ...ayquaza, causing w...ckage and hindering ENDoG troops... facilities destro...” The man’s voice described what the person looked like--apparently a young man had managed to distract ENDoG lackeys and free the Legendary Pokemon Rayquaza, who in turn smashed some ENDoG buildings and caused havoc for the government-powered sect. Joy and Zor exchanged hopeful looks--finally, finally, something good had happened for the Freelancers! Dusk actually barked with happiness, making both women look down at him, then look at each other. They could only hold one another’s gazes for a second before bursting into gales of laughter.

Jace Timber
ENDoG: Lieutenant
Virbank ENDoG Facility, en route to party with the recruits
ARPer’s: Charmander009 (Arianne) and Cobalt (Myra)

Contrary to popular belief, Jace Timber knew everything that went on in the barracks and dorms of Virbank ENDoG Facility, specifically when it pertained to his own troops. So when the faint whisper of the word ‘party’ was said, the young man immediately perked up in interest. The Lieutenant had scurried into his barracks, changed clothes, and fixed his hair in the mirror before grabbing his wallet in less than five minutes. The two girls (he didn’t remember their names, but maybe chatting over a few drinks would serve to make him remember) weren’t even out the door before he’d popped in out of nowhere, looking entirely different from the stiff-backed, uptight Lieutenant from before. Now he was just a sharp-looking young man with a lopsided smile, looking every bit the part of a 27-year-old ready to show the young un’s how real partying was done. He watched as one girl headed out the door, the shyer one lagging behind. Jace trotted up to them, his longer legs easily carrying him forward a few strides until he was caught up.

“Ladies, care if your CO joins you?” he asked smoothly. He was always amused by his inferiors’ reactions to his easygoing behavior off-duty. One minutes he was a hardass and the next he was cool as a cucumber. They had to understand, though; it was nothing personal. It was just the military. “Don’t worry, first round’s on me,” he offered, patting his back pocket. “And if you follow along, I can show you the safer clubs. Not everyone’s a gentleman like me, you see.” With that statement he tucked his thumb into a belt loop and smirked, waiting to see what the girls’ decision was.

[[Desolate Divine]]

Myra
ENDoG New Recruit
Virbank City
Affected RPers: Charmander009, The Protobabe

Myra was slightly confused. The man who had barked at her earlier to put her Altaria away was now asking if he could join them.

"He is a typical guy." Myra thought, "Tough guy one minute, Mr. Cool the next. Smooth as sandpaper."

Myra had the common sense not to say this out loud. He was her commanding officer after all. And he raised a valid point. Both her and Arianne were in an unfamiliar city, and it might be safer to have an 'escort'.

"I'm fine with that," Myra said quietly, "That is, if Arianne is cool with it."

*Giving bunnying rights to Protobabe to get Myra to wherever Jace intends to take them.*

[Neo Emolga]

Miles Kahane
ENDoG Leader
ENDoG Command Center, Castelia City, Unova
Affected RPers: Saraibre Ryu (Isa Nari)

David Parker had informed me that Skylance was now operational, and this "Jamie," who had interfered with our capture of Rayquaza, was now fully inserted into the system. With the facial recognition software in Skylance, if any security camera in the world spotted him or any device with a camera caught any imagery of him, ENDoG would be alerted and would have a fix on his location depending on what camera or machine had made the connection. It would mean in order for Jamie to avoid being attacked, he would have to discard all technology and never enter a civilized place again. Even if he pulled this off successfully, either way, he could no longer interfere with our operations.

It was a lose/lose situation for anyone that opposed ENDoG. Soon enough, any renegade was going to be put down before they could even organize. But now that the system was online and ready, all we were waiting for was Jamie to make the mistake. In the meantime, other high-priority targets we had flagged for elimination were being entered into the system. That included past Champions that were attempting to organize a rebellion against ENDoG. In comparison to us and our technology, they were laughably pathetic. Their hopeless servant monsters had nothing on our technology.

It was then that I had gotten a call from Isa Nari. It was always good to hear from her.

"So I don’t suppose if I’m going to Hoenn," she asked me on the cell phone. "there may or may not be a secondary target I should look out for?"

"Thinking of taking down Steven Stone first, I see?" I asked her, liking her approach. "Good. I never liked that prick. As for secondary targets, funny you should ask. We have a Status Black flag on a little son of a ***** that goes by the name of Jamie, no known last name. He's the **** who attacked the Rayquaza capture team while they were attempting to incapacitate him, but last we heard, he's somewhere in the Hoenn area. I'm sending you an attachment that has his picture on it. He's already inserted into the Skylance system, which just came online. If he's spotted, take him out and any accomplices that are traveling with him. It's going to be near impossible for him to leave Hoenn without using an aircraft or ship, and that requires buying a ticket and inevitably getting spotted on camera."

The only way he'd be able to leave Hoenn was in a body bag.

"Meanwhile, Steven Stone will be under the same kind of scrutiny," I told Isa. "Finding these two little ****wads should be easy, it's only a matter of time before they come up. They have no idea they're being watched like this, so they're bound to stumble into a security camera eventually."

It would be quite some time before anyone outside of ENDoG knew about Skylance. And even if they found out, the only thing they could do to escape it was retreat far away, and essentially leave us to do whatever we wanted. Either way, we would always, always win.

Isa would be able to access the Skylance system and would be able to find out exactly when a flagged target stepped into visual range of a surveillance device and where they would be. All she needed to do was get there, kill them, and report back. The only thing she could complain about was that it would make assassinations almost too easy and would diminish the challenge.

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Captain Martin "Razorhawk" Mendez
ENDoG Commando
Lacunosa Town, Unova
Affected RPers: N/A

ENDoG had two primary targets. Rayquaza, which we had almost acquired before some little puke had compromised the capture operation, and Kyurem, which we were about to take down only a few hours from now. Word had gotten out that the resistance movement was going to attempt to stop us from taking Kyurem. Yeah, I'd love to see those bastards even try.

We had prepared an extensive convoy consisting of quite a few military vehicles, more than enough to beat the living snot out of anyone trying to protect Kyurem, and then beat the stuffing out of Kyurem himself. Kahane's orders were pretty clear. If Kyurem couldn't be captured, then the orders were to kill him off. Easy money, I liked it when there were plenty of options.

The glacier Kyurem had sealed himself into was about a few clicks north of here. It would be a drive, but we had everything we needed, including heavy drills and explosives. If the cavern collapsed and killed Kyurem in the process, it was no big deal and was easy to write off. So we didn't even need to be precise or careful with this. It was more of a matter of not wasting time. No matter what happened to the Giant Chasm, we didn't care. No one cared about that place anyway.

"Team says everything's ready," Colonel Biggs told me on the radio. "Remember, we just need him out of the picture. Satellite surveillance says some civilians overheard about the operation and have tried to set up camp near the glacier. Word must have gotten around when they saw the equipment."

"Figures," I replied, seeing that was really nothing new. "About how many?"

"Fifty to a hundred," Biggs replied. "Don't waste your time with them, take them out and move along. The sooner Kyurem is either dead or in our possession, the better. We just need him out of the picture and to ensure he's not going to try and interfere with ENDoG operations the way Rayquaza is doing."

"Copy that," I replied, preparing to head out. "Mendez, out."

Shortly after that, I gave the word for the convoy to roll out. Truthfully, I was glad there would be civilian resistance there. It was like a good warm up before the actual fight. We didn't need to follow any conventions with these bastards, so it was easy money and we could use anything we needed to shut these pricks down. They didn't have a damn chance, and they were stupid idiots for even trying.

I rode along in one of the Avalanche Tanks, tanks especially designed for rocky and uneven terrain. They had one main cannon, two smaller side cannons, and then two mounted machine guns on the top that could be either used for clearing infantry or for anti-air assaults. With tanks like these, it was almost a surprise a resistance existed in the first place.

"Might as well test these ANX-K prototypes on these freaks," I told the rest of the convoy. "We'll see how good they are on some living targets."

"Hey, Captain, weren't the ANX-Ks already tested on living Pokémon?" Corporal Hart asked me as he warmed up his hands. "I could have sworn those were the rifles that practically turned their targets into paste."

"Yeah, you're right," I told the Corporal. "ENDoG tests every weapon and device on living Pokémon before mass producing it for the field. We just haven't tested it on living humans yet, and as you know, that's what the resistance is for. Human weapons testing."

"Ah, that's what you were talking about!" Corporal Hart laughed. "Okay, I gotcha. Should be fun, I'm sure. Sure hope the resistance likes burying their guys in a soup can."

When we were done with the resistance, there wouldn't be enough left of them to make gravy.

[[Desolate Divine]]

Jamie
Marked Freelancer: Rayquaza
In A Crate in a Cargo plane
Affected RPers: Saraibre Ryu

It had been a day since Jamie hid in the crate in Mauville city, and he had no idea where he was at the moment. Only that he was on his way to Mistralton City. He had never been to Unova before, but knew that ENDoGs presence there was more so than the other regions.

"Maybe Rayquaza has them too scared to have much more of a presence in Hoenn." Jamie thought to himself as he chuckled.

He didn't know why he decided to stow away. He knew he couldn't stay in one place too long, and the opportunity presented itself to Jamie on a silver platter, when the loud shop owner mentioned the shipment. His muscles were aching from being in the cramped space for the past 24 hours. Jamie didn't expect the flight to be this long.


Jet
Mark Freelancer: Latios
Southern Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: None

Flygon dived down from the clouds, as Southern Island came into view. The Island was small, and clear on the south side, but densly wooded further north. The pair landed, as Jet instructed Flygon to wait at the entrance to the woods. If Latios and Latias were known to be here sometimes, Jet wouldn't put it past ENDoG to show their faces.

Jet entered the woods, spending the next half hour looking around. After a little while, he sat on a rock, and wondered where he was. He knew he came onto the island from the south, and had a compass on his Pokegear to get himself back, but had no idea where to go.

[I]West[I]

The thought was completely random, and none of his thoughts in the second earlier would have put it in his head. it was as if the thought wasn't his own. Jet pulled out his Pokegear, and opened the compass on that, following it westward. After a while, he found a clearing which shocked him.

The ground was littered with bodies of dead Pokemon. Jet recognised some as Latios, and guessed the red ones were Latias. ENDoG had already been here.

Jet looked around, for any sign of survivors. He knew there can't be many Latios and Latias left in the wild, and that any survivors is a good sign. There were none. Jet turned to leave the clearing, until he saw a sparkle from the corner of his eye. A sparkle from under the dirt near a tree.

Jet walked over to the tree, and moved away the dirt with his hands. Underneath the dirt was a glass sphere with a blue light in it. It was roughly the size of a Pokeball and was cold at first, but after a second in Jet's hands, warmed up considerably. Jet cleaned off the dirt with his shirt, and pocketed the orb. After doing another check that there weren't any survivors, Jet put his fingers into his mouth and whistled, calling Flygon over. While he waited for Flygon to arrive, he threw Blaziken, and Absol's Pokeballs into the air, and they erupted, letting out the two Pokemon. They looked around, and were instantly overcome with a feeling if despair at the sight of the massacre.

"They deserve a decent burial." Jet said, pulling some rope out of his bag.

"You guys start digging." He said. Jet grabbed some sticks, and tied them together in the shape of crucifixes. When he made one for each of them, he helped his own Pokemon dig, giving the Eon Pokemon the burial they deserved.

[VeloJello]

Nadra Ferrer.
Marked Freelancer (Ho-Oh).
Floccesy Town.
ARPers: None.

The steady flapping of Ramman's wings soothed Nadra's anxious heart, serving to somewhat ease the stress she'd been getting from the past several days. She felt heartsick from her incessant nightmares, and the pain of the captive Ho-Oh was never far from her mind. The dreams, however, were becoming more clear with time, and when she closed her voice she could almost hear the bird's cries egging her on. Ho-Oh seemed to be always moving, always shifting, and now its pain was leading her to Unova.

However, the impulses that Nadra was getting were faint, at best. While she did know the general area that Ho-Oh was in, she wasn't entirely sure of specifics. She needed someone who knew the area and knew ENDoG, and there was only one person she knew who could and would help her.

As soon as the coast came into sight, Nadra had Ramman land and recalled him. She wished that she could take him with her, but that was an impossibility. Instead, she let Keelin out. The slim Espeon looked happy to be free, and gave Nadra one of her rare, quick smiles. Let me guess, she said telepathically. We're looking for Alder?

Nadra smiled down at Keelin, impressed - as she always was - by the Pokemon’s deductiveness; she seemed to know everything Nadra was thinking without even sparing so much as a glance at her mind. “Yes. The last time anyone saw him was around Floccesy Town, so we’re going to start combing the woods. If you sense anyone coming down the path, let me know - especially if it’s him.”

Of course, Keelin replied smoothly. Her tone was happy; no doubt, she was enjoying the rare chance to be out of her Pokeball. I think I sense a presence in that direction, she added, pointing somewhere down the path with a flick of her split tail. Shall we head that way? Without waiting for an answer, she began walking.

Almost instantly, however, she froze in her tracks, her eyes widening and losing focus; she seemed to be in some sort of trance. Nadra waved her hand in front of the Espeon's face and looked around, rather worried that someone could be sneaking up on them. She saw no-one.

I can't protect your thoughts, said Keelin suddenly, coming out of her daze. She says she won't let me, because she needs to see your intentions so that he won't be in any danger -

"I apologize for the inconvenience." The deep voice made Nadra jump. She turned to see a tall man leaning against a nearby tree, a Reuniclus hovering at his side. He was tan and well-muscled from years spent in the sun, and while his face was lined with age his bright orange hair gave him a much younger appearance. There was a smile on his face, although he seemed quite tense. "But Isis likes to be able to sense peoples' intentions, so that it's a lot harder for me to come to harm." He tilted his head. "What's your name?"

"Um," gulped Nadra. She was painfully aware that she was standing in front of one of the most powerful Freelancers in the entire world, and that he could call on any one of his Pokemon to smash her into dust if she seemed untrustworthy. "I'm named Nadra, and this," she gestured to Keelin, who nodded curtly, "is Keelin."

Alder nodded. "It's a promising sign that you introduced your Pokemon," he confessed. "Most ENDoG agents treat them as lower than the dirt." He crossed his arms - forget his Pokemon, Alder, despite his age, could have taken a lot of people in a fistfight. "Well, Keelin just got through telling Isis that you were looking for me, although she was a bit... cryptic." Keelin looked quite prim under Alder's somewhat accusing stare. "You don't look threatening, you're revealing your Pokemon, and Isis says that you have no desire to kill me, so I'll assume you're a Freelancer for now. But pardon me if I don't exactly shake your hand. I haven't had anyone trying to gut me or blow my brains out yet, but right now it's only a matter of time." He chuckled softly, but there was an air of bitterness in the sound.

Nadra hesitated. "Mister Alder, sir," she began, "I need to ask you some questions. Is this area... safe?"

"About as safe as anywhere," Alder replied with a slight shrug. His smile softened just a little, which reassured Nadra a great deal. She had been running for so long, she had almost forgotten that there were some human beings worth trusting. "What do you need to know?"

Thomas White.
ENDoG Agent (Grunt).
Pacifidlog Town, Hoenn.
ARPers: None.

The Pacifidlog outpost was one of the most boring places imaginable. It was mostly a joke; the only Freelancer activity there was the occasional idiot trying to smuggle sea Pokemon to their friends in Lilycove or Slateport, and even that was becoming rare due to the increased unpredictability of the wild tides. Even with the latent Rayquaza business, layabout grunts like Thomas weren't going to see a lot of action, seeing as they were there for the 'defense of the people'. Thomas didn't mind the monotony, mostly - although he didn't like feeling that he wasn't making much of a difference.

But that feeling was far from his mind as he sat by the little plastic table, playing cards with a few other idle grunts while his Altaria, Birdon, looked on from one of the rooftops with a lazy sort of interest. He was doing rather well, despite the fact that they were playing his least favorite game. "One four," he said, laying down a card face-down on the haphazard heap. One of his comrades gave him a long, searching look.

"Bullshit," he laughed finally, and a slight flush crept into Thomas's cheeks as his winning streak came to a screeching halt. Wordlessly, he picked up the pile in the middle and attempted to get it into some sort of order. Still chuckling as he watched Thomas's distress, the other grunt laid down his own cards on the freshly cleared table. "Three fives."

There was a sudden rumble off in the distance, somewhere east. Birdon's eyes were immediately toward it, and soon, everyone else was looking. For a while, there was dead silence - no grating Wingulls' cries or chatter from the citizens. The only noise was the lapping of the water as an unusually high tide rolled by, rocked the rafts beneath their feet slightly, and moved on.

Thomas spoke first, his mouth dry. "That came from the area around Sky Pillar." No one said anything to that. "We should go and see what's happened."

The commanding officer in the town - a tall, intimidating young woman named Moira Slate - replied. "Yeah. Yeah, go on, Whitey. Take Burke with you and see what's happening. If any of our own are in trouble..."

"We'll help them," Thomas promised. He gestured to Birdon, who hopped off the roof and landed beside him. Burke - the grunt who had moments ago called Thomas's bluff - climbed on the back of his own mount, a big Swellow with razor-sharp claws. For a second, the two exchanged uneasy glances; then Birdon abruptly took to the air with a flap of his cotton-ball wings, taking Thomas far over the ocean.

Sky Pillar was a complete and total wreck. Where the proud skyscraper had once stood, there was a pile of smashed building parts. The sea was a churning mass of rubble, while the rock beneath the pillar's remnants was cracked almost to the point of being shattered. A column of dust rose up from the ruins; from that distance, Thomas couldn't tell whether it was smoke or debris. There were faint signs of movement below, indicating that some few had miraculously survived, but Thomas was fairly certain that he could also see some darkly-garbed bodies and red smears on the ancient stones.

"Bullshit," Burke muttered, and that pretty much summed it up.

[Saraibre Ryu]

Shay Miru
Freelancer: Giratina
Dragonspiral Tower, Unova
ARPer's: haybale

The sun was just ending its setting process. Shay had huddled up behind some debris out of paranoia of anyone finding her. She lay against the hide of her Hydreigon and tossed her head back in forth, for another nightmare had come to visit. It was similar to the others, distortion, some lightning and things crumbling away. It looked like the world was ending, and it felt like the world was ending in her mind. The worst part of it, was that it felt draining, she felt her life being sucked away in attempts to try and stick the broken pieces back together. Some places moved in slow motion, where other sped up. Shay could barely take the inconsistencies with whatever mental reality she had herself trapped in. She wanted to wake up, but she couldn’t. Something was stopping her, and something was drawing her in. It was then the trainer saw those eyes again, a blurry, vision of a pair of eyes, staring at her from above. It opened a pair of metal guards and roared something.

Her eyes snapped open and she threw herself forward. She was awake.

Shay brought her hand up to her face and tried to breathe normally. The dream wasn’t terrifying but her heart was racing beyond understanding. Soon the trainer felt a small mouth around her one arm, making her look to the left and find Vio-Nai trying to calm her down. The other thing she noticed was that the other of her smaller heads was looking above them. Shay listened for a moment, hearing nothing at first until the slightest of footsteps was heard. She looked at Vio-Nai, who looked at her, and felt uncomfortable with it. The highest floor had the most holes in it, leaving plenty of places for Vio-Nai to float around through. Shay pointed at a window, and made some hand signals to the three headed dragon and got up from her spot, slowly ascending the stairs and waiting for Vio-Nai to do her thing. Shay made minimal noises to hopefully keep the attention of whatever it was up there. Voi-Nai floated around the outside of the walls, making sure to stay out of sight. She could see a humanoid, huddling with something in her hand, she wasn’t sure what though.

Vio-Nai took the opportunity while the stranger was looking down towards the lower floors, to sneak up on her and roar with all three heads blaring bloody murder. She was only a few feet away from whoever it was Shay was going to come upon as she took the next step into getting up the stairs while hopefully, the person was going to be turned towards an angry Hydreigon. Or at least had their eyes shut so she could get the other jump on them. Once Shay managed to stand up, and see that it it was a girl, with a backpack, and that she had a Pokeball in hand.

Shay snapped her fingers, as if it was the magic words to get Vio-Nai to cease being threatening. “It’s not ENDoG, just some hideaway.”

Vio looked at Shay with her main head, while her lesser ones continued to inspect and glare at the stranger, before floating towards their trainer. Shay was about to turn away, ignoring whoever this girl was when a Murkrow landed on her shoulder. Shay stared at it for a while, wondering why it felt so comfortable sitting on her when she realized who the Murkrow was, and that it had something tied to its leg. She removed the small cylinder, and opened it, letting out a small, typewritten note.

Can anyone contact Henry’s email? Very important. Reply before after noon kay?

Shay sighed, and stuffed the note in her pocket. “I just wanted to stay away from town… Vio-Nai, were heading out. Stay low under the forest until its more pitch black out.”

She looked at the stranger for a second, and then mounted the Hydreigon. “I don’t have time for a hi or whatever. Not that I cared to have one anyway.”

She prepared to leave.


Jingka Givrali
Freelancer: Darkrai
Psychiatric Correctional Facility outside Anville Town, Unova
ARPer's: Socratic

Jingka wasn’t sure who this ‘Doc’ was, but considering either he was really perceptive, or Pulse wasn’t having proper control of himself, she figured if he was some kind of threat, he would have done something about it by now. Pulse on the other hand was going on and on about Doc and Jingka had to force phase him out of her direct line of thought in order to think properly. The answer she was given about being busted out, she knew it was far from simple. She wasn’t going to ask about it though, night was coming and they didn’t have time to go back and forth at the moment. She would do so later. As for her acting skills, Jingka didn’t act.

“I’m assuming you have some place in question as to where this ‘busting out’ will end. Anyway, as for what kind of trauma you’re asking for, you might have to be a bit more specific. I tend not to act, pretending to be something leaves room for flaws and this sounds like a time where chances are not to be taken within a chance that is already being taken.” She replied. “If you give me a trauma with a more clear definition of its cause, I’ll be able to become that kind of traumatized.”

‘Which means you need to pay attention and not fall asleep.’

‘This guy has no reason to break you out.’

‘He does it’s somewhere. I’ll ask about it later if he doesn’t figure out my wondering about it either, though, I don’t wonder about it. I’ll figure it out.’

“So care to elaborate?”

Isa Nari
ENDOG: Special Ops
En Route: North of Aspertia
ARPer's: Neo

"Thinking of taking down Steven Stone first, I see? Good. I never liked that prick. As for secondary targets, funny you should ask. We have a Status Black flag on a little son of a ***** that goes by the name of Jamie, no known last name. He's the **** who attacked the Rayquaza capture team while they were attempting to incapacitate him, but last we heard, he's somewhere in the Hoenn area. I'm sending you an attachment that has his picture on it. He's already inserted into the Skylance system, which just came online. If he's spotted, take him out and any accomplices that are traveling with him. It's going to be near impossible for him to leave Hoenn without using an aircraft or ship, and that requires buying a ticket and inevitably getting spotted on camera."

Isa listened to Miles on the phone with a smug look on her face. She didn’t interrupt Miles, even though his first statement of going after Steven first wasn’t entirely correct. If she wanted to be technical, she could say she was going after all of them right at this very moment. The boat moved swiftly along the ocean, moving up and down as the hull outsped the motion of the waves themselves. Isa wasn’t bothered by the cold chilling of the ocean spray, and rather enjoyed it a bit, even if the salt did bother her somewhat raw fingers.

“Oh, so that’s a possible multiple secondary targets? Lovely, I don’t have an excuse to be bored then! That explains why everyone was so jittery just before I walked in and gave them all a scare. Oh well, grunt work is grunt work. It’s why I don’t do it. I’ll take a look at the last nice mug shot you sent me once I get off the phone.” She answered, fiddling around with a sharp needle from one of her many lethal tools clad on her belt. “Now as for Steven, I’ve got someone tailing him, but I’ve found someone a bit more ‘closer to home’. I figure I make that pit stop on the way and get two flightless birds with one sharp stone. I can’t just be assassinating all haphazardly now, I’ve gotta reputation of yours to uphold. Hehehehh… I’m sure you’ll appreciate the results anyway. I’ll keep you posted.”

With that, Isa hung up and looked at the picture of Jamie. The picture of him, she made sure to remember it, aside from the fact he looked disgustingly young. Then again she thought anyone rebelling against them under the age of twenty three was disgustingly young. Isa also noticed a small little logo in the top corner of her phone, one of an SL shape to it. She thought it was ENDoG’s new toy, though she figured she wasn’t going to be using it much. There wasn’t much fun in having someone always pointing out where Waldo was now was it?

“We’ll be arriving on the coast within the half hour.”

“Excellent. Time for some open season.”

[Neo Emolga]

Miles Kahane
ENDoG Leader
ENDoG Command Center, Castelia City, Unova
Affected RPers: Saraibre Ryu (Isa Nari)

There was still no sighting of Jamie, but that didn't matter. It was only a matter of time before he was slaughtered. Brazen idiots like him never stay alive for long.

I had gotten Isa's response, but Jamie was still only a secondary target. If she was onto Steven Stone, I'd rather have that bastard dead before Jamie. Jamie was a nobody. Just some punk kid who got lucky once. Steven, on the other hand, was a hero to the resistance. His head on a platter was much more of a priority.

"Focus on Steven and the others for now," I told Isa. "Jamie, while as much as I'd love to see his severed head kicked through a field goal, is still just a nobody and he can rot slowly for all I care. If he and you are in the area by the time Skylance tracks him, by all means, rip out his spine through his mouth. Otherwise, stay on target with Steven Stone. I'd rather have him dead first. Don't let this sidetrack you, that's just what these maggots would want."

Unfortunately, Isa could only be at once place at one time. Steven was slightly more... dangerous than Jamie. Steven had the potential to unite the rebelling people of Hoenn, whereas Jamie had no charisma whatsoever. With Steven dead, there was nothing the resistance could do, and it would demoralize anyone from uprising. Even though the resistance would consider Steven a martyr, he was still dead and out of the way. Come a few years, no one would even remember who that prick even was. They would have forgotten him.

Now that I was done addressing Isa's needs, I had signed the bill needed for the additional funding for Operation War Dragon. Military spending was up, and now most areas were regulated by ENDoG martial law. Tanks and high-tech military gunships were now as common in the streets as police cars. ENDoG officers were armed with power armor and weaponry that the resistance could only dream of getting their hands on. Meanwhile, ENDoG forces were extremely well-trained, well-organized, and had already been mercilessly weeding out resistance outposts. Anyone training unrestrained Pokémon or using them in combat against police forces usually ended up in pieces.

Besides that, I had approved the blueprints for the ENDoG Overseer, a massive flying gunship carrier that survey high-resistance areas and be capable of unleashing a massive bombardment against them. Any hopes of the resistance trying to assemble an army would be quickly destroyed in record time.

It was excellent. Truly excellent.

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Captain Martin "Razorhawk" Mendez
ENDoG Commando
Giant Chasm, Unova
Affected RPers: N/A

Getting to Kyurem required two main steps. Deep drilling by three massive, industrial drills called the Diamond Breakers. Then, use of high-powered explosives in the holes. Bulldozers would clear the rubble and the broken ice, and the whole process would repeat until we reached Kyurem. That part was easy money.

Once we made it to Kyurem, the objective was to rip Kyurem a few new *******s and either capture him alive to make him suffer a little longer, or send him off to Hell as a jigsaw puzzle. I was fine with either one. The drilling and demolition teams would need to step aside for the military division to fire everything they had at Kyurem. We had two railguns mounted on top of two military transport carriers, three hundred infantry, each with shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, five Avalanche tanks, and four Sunfire gunships. We also had three teams of snipers, just there to shoot out Kyurem's eyes. With the Razorback Sniper Rifles they were carrying, both of Kyurem's eyes were going to pop like grapes. Once that happened, all he could do was hear and feel a whole hell of a lot of pain.

Upon arriving at the glacier site, we ran into a few members of the resistance force, shouting jeers, holding up protest signs, and whining about Pokémon cruelty, military brutality, and some other bullshit. At first, we weren't going to take them seriously in the interest of time and just moving onto the next target that ENDoG wanted. They had nothing to stop the drilling process, so I figured we could just get started anyway. That was until they started releasing unrestrained Pokémon and began calling out attacks. I smiled when they started doing that. It was exactly what I was hoping they'd do.

"Alright, boys, give 'em hell," I ordered the battalion.

The new ANX-K rifles immediately blasted out, resulting in a sweet chorus of hammering machine gun fire. Among the mayhem, a few rockets blasted through the ranks of the resistance. The resistance members were either numb to pain or extremely stupid. I saw one teenage girl with a Charmander trying to attack an Avalanche tank with an Ember before taking a rocket to the groin. The *****'s guts must have been blown all over a one hundred foot radius while the Charmander was turned into glue by the ANX-K armor-piercing rounds.

"Ha ha, did you hear that kid with the Mudkip?" One of the soldiers laughed over the radio. "He whined like a little ***** before that tank round went up all the way up his ass and sprayed his cock and balls all over the battlefield!"

"Wait, wait, watch this," Corporal Hart told the others. "See that prick kid mounted on the Flygon? Check this **** out."

I looked up to see the kid he was talking about, flying on a Flygon's back about three hundred feet in the air, and then one Razorback shot later, said Flygon was suddenly minus a head with a cloud of blood to replace it. Laughs started going around when we saw the kid rider get thrown off of the Flygon and plummet to the rocky ground, flapping his arms like that was really going to help save him. A few seconds later, and he went splat into a few jagged rocks, just like his now headless Flygon. A bunch of us were laughing hysterically.

"Did... did you see that...!?" Corporal Hart laughed, barely able to talk. "He tried to fly, ha ha ha! HE TRIED TO FLY!!!"

"I loved the way his body went THHBBBBTTT when it hit the ground!" Private Grant laughed hysterically.

Even with us laughing and getting careless, the resistance really didn't put up much of a fight. They were untrained civilians totally reliant on their Pokémon to fight for their pathetic cause, which was really racking up the body count against them. As if humans needed any more proof that Pokémon weren't worth a steaming pile of wet ****.

Meanwhile, the Avalanche tanks were ripping the defending resistance lines to pieces. The resistance had nothing that could compare to those armored tanks just making mincemeat of them. Some of them tried to attack the tanks with earthquake attacks, but that kind of trick had failed times before. Avalanche tanks were made for off-road travel and warfare, since we had seen that same, old trick used plenty of times to disable outdated tank versions. They also tried heavier attacks, but the armor was only just marginally damaged. All they really did was stun the tanks for a few moments before the teams inside moved out of the mess. It would take the resistance all day to inflict anything that would send one of those tanks in for repair. In the meantime, casualties were low on ENDoG's side. Pokémon couldn't even get close to them, so melee strikes were impossible. Meanwhile, they kept trying to target the tanks or the drills. The only damage inflicted would simply serve as nice battle scars. As for the trainers themselves... almost all of them were unarmed. The few that actually did have guns might as well have been firing blanks. Their firearms were so outdated compared to ours.

Dead Pokémon on the resistance side were also demoralizing their trainers, some of which became too traumatized over the death of their companions to continue fighting, even though our ENDoG forces were still gunning down the crap out of them. Man, what a bunch of overly-emotional infants. I had four Pokémon and I wouldn't give half a **** if any one of them bit the dust. It was clear, having feelings for Pokémon was stuff for weaklings to lose wars over. It was like me crying like a baby if my rocket launcher got broken. How totally pathetic.

All the while, the ENDoG forces just kept on throwing taunts at the resistance or kept bragging about their kills. I was up to six personally, but Sergeant Parks, the guy who kept bragging about having the most, was up to fourteen kills. Of course I couldn't ignore the fact he had it easy. As the gunner of one of the Sunfire gunships, the gattling vulcan cannon he had at this disposal was a total meat-grinder. Everything he shot at was reduced to jagged, fleshy pieces like everything he pointed at was rammed into a wood-chipper. And damn, he was a beast with that thing. I saw a Snorlax's face get turned into ground beef in less than a second with that thing.

"Yeah, what now, *****!?" Sergeant Brooks laughed, pulling off the one in a million shot of hitting a flying Charizard with his Avalanche tank's cannon. "How does the lead taste!?"

So much for the resistance trying to stop us from bagging Kyurem's ass. This battle was over way before it even started. I figured in a few minutes, it would be over and we could get back to the real job. Still, it was great for a warm up. Nothing like a few ripped open heads and the smell of gun smoke to get the testosterone and adrenaline flowing.

[Death's Spook]

Dr. Gregory Matthew "Doc" Xanatos
Freelancer (Uxie)
Psychiatric Correction Facility outside Anville, Unova
ARPers: Sabi

Doc shakes his head in a patronizing gesture,"Oh, madamoiselle, here I thought you were intelligent. What perhaps somewhat traumatizing activity did we just have 'Endra' project to the world for anyone to see? In how many ways did we imply it to the bi-Warden? Or did you experience spontaneous amnesia?"

And they say I can't be diplomatic.

"As to where we'll end up: how do you feel about winter weather? Because our destination is the middle of a giant glacier, near Lacounosa. I do recommend a sweater of some sort. It could get nippy."

<Nippy? More like Hell in the opposite direction.>

<I don't remember asking for snarky comments via Togekiss.>

<You can see how much I care about what you did or did not ask for. I'm sure my sister is living it up there, kicking back, relaxing, and having fun.>

<Probably. But I figure she deserves a break before the next slew of assassinations.>

Artemis the Frosslass
Freelancer Pokemon
Giant Chasm
ARPers: Neo indirectly

Do I not get a break before my next slew of assassinations?! Artemis thinks to herself back at the Giant Chasm.

After all, not only is ENDoG attacking the glacier where she usually lives, the only "resistance" there is idiotic enough to actually confront ENDoG directly.

Your valor cannot be disputed, Artemis thinks, Of course, you were mowed like grass and accomplished almost absolutely nothing, but your valor cannot be disputed.

When Artemis first heard of the resistance and the incursion, she had debated telling the campers about their idiocy, but ultimately, Artemis decided to sacrifice the pawns on the board to capture the greater piece. She is seeing the results of her cold blooded decision, now, but she's seen enough horrors (and has caused them, in some cases), that it doesn't interfere with what Artemis decided needed to be done.

The lack of resistance in the resistance made the humans overconfident. By bolstering their arrogance, Artemis has allowed the humans to blind themselves to many subtle maneuvers that she is planning on employing.

Artemis smiles as the humans begin to celebrate the blood they are spilling. They are completely ignoring the fact that the weather has changed from merely overcast to snowing and hailing. With a little luck, the humans would, upon noticing this, think it just a desperate manuever on Kyurem's part, instead of a major part of their doom.

Artemis plays with the rock in her hand, its blue crystals jutting out from an otherwise plain stone. It glowed faintly as the small ice crystals fall from the sky. She allows herself a small smirk; after all, she was already quite the covert creature. But when the hail and snow were out?

Artemis goes from being a quite the covert creature to a veritable demigoddess of stealth. And the noisy humans are being so considerate as to be distracting each other with "witty" quips about the battle.

In the olden days, humans would wear armor to protect themselves from various forms of attacks. They still do, but it is much less extensive then before, and covers a lot less.

Artemis summons forth a chill worthy of the depths of the Arctic, and blows it with phenomenal force on soldiers in the back of the incursion group, where it would be less noticeable that the soldiers died. The cold freezes crystals of ice from the water in the air and launches them towards the soldiers. Several ice bullets enter skulls at high enough velocities that when the crystals exit, the heads of the soldiers almost completely explode. The powerful winds make the snow cover the bodies, concealing them from view for now.

The hit did not kill many soldiers, but their deaths were swift and silent when the din of battle was taken into account. The plan, Artemis figures, is not the blow them off of the face of the earth, but to whittle away at them until they realize just how few humans were left. Those tanks would be a slight problem, though. Artemis debates several options in her head for dealing with them.

Stay back, Doc says, Take a load off, you deserve a break, he says. The next time I see Doc, I'm going to punch him in the face.

OoC: Neo, when they get to the glacier, they should start running into Doc's traps, like we discussed. Feel free to take liberties with their methods, as long as they're sadistically creative.

[FedoraChar]

Arianne Spencer
Virbank City ENDoG Facility
ENDoG Recruit
Affected RPers: Cobalt, The Protobabe


Arianne knew they had been a little slow getting things together--but she hadn't been aware how long it took. Not until Myra suddenly appeared, just before they were about to walk out the door. Apparently, it was long enough for... whatever. Arianne's smile faltered slightly as Myra asked her if she could come along. The blonde was surprised at herself, but... part of her wanted to say no. This party was going to be her way of forgetting about their sudden trust issue. If Myra tagged along, her mere presence would be a reminder of that secret.

But Myra was her best friend. She couldn't say no. She couldn't let this thing drive a stake between their friendship. Arianne had to forgive her--afterall, Myra would do the same for her, wouldn't she?

"Sure," Arianne's smile returned in full, waving Myra on over.

All the recruits suddenly muted, catching Arianne off guard. All were staring over her, faces full of apprehension. Following their gaze, she froze herself when she saw Lt. Timber approaching him. Each one of the recruits were expecting trouble right that instant--but to their surprise, Timber was... pretty chill. He actually wanted to come with them.

The recruits exchanged glances, and let relieved smiles wash over their faces. Lt. Timber was all right, they were thinking to themselves, some even offering small chuckles.

Smiling, Arianne offered a salute, saying, "Lead the way, Lieutenant!"

[[Desolate Divine]]

Jamie
Marked Freelancer: Rayquaza
Mistralton City
Affected RPers: None

The plane landed, and the crate, with Jamie in it, was moved out into a warehouse on the side of the runway. Jamie pulled the blanket off him, and looked through a hole in the side of the crate. It was dark, but nobody seemed to be in the building.

"Thank God I can move again!" Jamie thought as he pushed the lid off the crate. He climbed out, and put the lid down on the crate carefully.

It had been two days since he stowed away in the crate, and Jamie was feeling the effect of it. All his joints and muscles were stiff, and painful. He spent the next few minutes stretching his arms and legs, and looked around. The warehouse was full of crates, all containing things imported from other regions. Many of them had an ENDoG logo stamped on them, and Jamie guessed they were weapons. After half an hour of looking in the dark, Jamie found an office. He switched on the light, and looked at the filing cabinet. Inside we're files for imports. After reading the files, he knew he was right. The crates with the ENDoG logo contained weapons.

"Well this will be fun." Jamie thought, as he looked around. He found in the corner a canister of plane fuel in one corner of the warehouse, and filled up a glass bottle that contained soft drink before the trip. Now it was empty.

Jamie picked up the petrol and poured it onto the crates, then poured the last of the fuel into the glass bottle. Jamie took off his shirt, and ripped the sleeves off it, stuffing it into the bottle so the end was sticking out. He looked in the office again, and found what he was hoping for. A lighter.

"Thank god for lung cancer." Jamie thought, as he pocketed the lighter. He walked over the one of the walls, and threw Aggrons Pokeball at the ground behind a crate. Aggron emerged from the Pokeball roaring, but was quickly hushed by Jamie.

"When I tell you, I want you to use metal claw on this wall, and takedown." Jamie said. Suddenly the doors opened, and light filled the warehouse. Jamie jumped behind the crate, and listened carefully.

"I was supposed to be on the Kyurem job, but let some of the resistance get away in my last mission." Said the voice of one man.
"So now you are stuck guarding imports until they are collected?" Said the other.
"It's bullshit I know." Said the first again.

"ENDoG." Jamie thought, "This day could not get any better."
Jamie pulled up the lighter, and light his makeshift explosive. He stood out from behind the crate, and threw it towards the crates he had drenched.

"Now!" Jamie yelled to Aggron, who proceeded to take out the section of wall like he was told.

There were screams as Jamie ran out of the warehouse. He called Aggron back to his Pokeball, and began to run, towards what looked like Wilderness. However he knew he wasn't fast enough, as he felt a bullet tear through the flesh of his calf.

"****!" Jamie screamed as the pain seared his calf. He limped away from the burning building, out towards the wilderness, attempting to lose anyone who might follow him, though by the sound of the screams, the men in the building won't be chasing him.

Jamie made his way towards a building on the edge of the city, and hid behind it, and tied the remaining cloth from his torn shirt around his calf. The bullet had gone straight through. Jamie pulled out his phone and connected it to the secure Freelancers Wavelength on the radio.

"I need assistance in Mistralton city, ASAP." He said into the radio, hoping other freelancers nearby might help him. He sat behind the building, trying to stop the bleeding, waiting for his fate.

Jet
Leaving Southern Island
Marked Freelancer: Latios
Affected RPers: None

Jet packed up his makeshift campsite, and looked around one last time. Lining the clearing were crucifixes, marking the graves of the dead Eon Pokemon. In the past few days that Jet had camped here, the grass had started to grow back, and the clearing seemed more alive.

Jet looked down at Absol who was next to him, and patted the Pokemon on the head. He closed his eyes, and heard the sound of the sea rushing against the coast of the island.

Jet slowly pulled his hand off Absol, still trying to keep in contact with it. His vision from Absol flicked, but after a few seconds, went to normal.

"So I don't need to touch them," Jet thought, "Interesting."

Jet opened his eyes and looked down at Absol.

"I want you to run away from here and hide. I will try and find you. If Flygon roars, come back here." Jet instructed. Absol looked confused, but obeyed regardless, and ran away.

Jet closed his eyes, and managed to connect with Absol. The vision would flicker as he got further away, but with enough concentration, Jet managed to keep the vision. He saw Absol run through the forest, past the clearing, and dig himself into a hole underneath the roots of some trees.

Jet opened his eyes, and followed were Absol went. He walked through the forest, past the clearing, and found the tree with the roots sticking out of the ground. Underneath it was the white Pokemon, waiting like he had been told.

"So I can see from other perspectives without contact?" Jet asked himself. He thought about all the other people and Pokemon he had done this to. Suddenly he remembered when Jamie grabbed Steven, and Jet pulled him off.

Jet closed his eyes and focused on Jamie. The vision was blurred, and the sound was distorted. The only thing that he knew was definite was a pain in his calf. A sharp pain.

"He must be too far away." Jet thought, as he called Absol back to his Pokeball, and called out Flygon, climbing on his back.

Flygon launched off the ground into the air, ascending fast, as Southern Island became smaller and smaller.
"I will come back here," Jet thought. "One day."