Julia (weavile)
Steel Scavengers
Lytala City Slums
Affected RP'ers: @Velocity

It had begun. The weavile swallowed whatever trepidation she had and put her foot down. The loud screeching of metal on metal and the roar of a blood-thirsty engine roared through the run down streets. Her car was a tank in essence, she wasn't going to get any success by trying to be discreet. Raul had sped off to some different street, she couldn't worry about him right now. Julia just hoped he'd survive long enough to make a difference.

Left, right, straight, straight, right, nothing. "Damn maze like slums" Julia cursed. This place was supposed to be full metal behemoths of vehicles and motorcycles zipping everywhere. How could she not find anyone? She could even hear the horrible sounds of metal getting ripped apart and yet- wait, metal getting ripped apart?

Yanking the wheel to the left Julia's Iron Giant Skidded around a corner. There. A block away, if you could call it a block in this mess of a neighborhood, was a Talon like a lightweight armored car ripping a bike, and what appeared to be a whimsicott, into small undefinable chunks. Perfect, with some tar she could get the broken bike and the talon stuck together- But before Julia could make a move the talon turned and sped away, leaving the mess of blood, guts, and motor parts strewn across the area they'd just vacated. Talk about messy, if these people owned a workshop it'd look like a disaster. Still, Julia supposed you couldn't be nit picky in a place like this.

"You are Not getting away!" the weavile growled. And she too pushed the gas down, speeding after the lightweight vehicle. The thing was definitely smaller than her car, if she fast enough she would have been able to flip them with the plow, but the velocity difference wasn't enough. Still, Julia stayed on the buggy's tail where ever it went. Though something about the way they moved told her they didn't want to shake her- probably wanted to use the chase to get her in their sights. Well let them try it, no little zippy car was going to get the better of her Iron Giant.

As soon as Julia felt she was within range she took a hand off the steering wheel, grabbing on of the four joysticks that controlled the guns. The gun on the front right swiveled around to point with as much accuracy as Julia could muster in the car chase at the talon. The light machine gun began to spew out bullet fire like a metal hailstorm. At first she tried to aim for their gunners, but would occasionally switch to trying to hit the back tires. She kept at for several seconds before grabbing a second joystick. This time the liquid canon aimed high over the Talon, firing two blasts of sticky tar in attempt to force the car into the speed trap and flipping.

Julia was starting to feel confident when suddenly another hail of bullet fire sounded from behind her. Julia looked over her shoulder to see another Car - specifically a military APV - laying down a hurricane of gun fire on her back window. The glass may be bullet proof, but it was indestructible. She couldn't afford for it to take that kind of punishment for an extended period of time.

Several curses about having to deal with such a heavily armored vehicle so early on slipped from her mouth as Julia returned both hands to her steering wheel. A wider side street was coming up and Julia took the turn, slamming her breaks and yanking the wheel to fishtail into it. Thankfully the tires were large and heavy enough to keep any top heaviness from flipping her. Even so, Julia wasted no time and grabbed a third joystick, the flamethrower turned and let loose a jet of fire onto the APV as it passed. It seemed to work at first, one of the side-gunners let go of their gun when they saw the flames. But suddenly a Blast of water -a hydro pump- blasted out of vehicle and Julia realized the side-gunner had been a blastoise, who had popped his head out of a porthole on the top of the APV to block the fire with his own water.

This time Julia's curses were more audible, but she kept her head. Her car wasn't moving right now. Taking her second hand off the wheel, she grabbed the first joystick again -the light machine gun - and while the blastoise was busy keeping the flames off Julia let off a rain of bullets on him. The poor guy seemed to know what had hit him. As the machine started up the turtle tried to dive down into the safety of the armored car but it was too late. Julia noted at least five bullets striking the Blastoise, mostly in the head.

Kolm (blastoise) of the Sentinel Corporation has been eliminated

But Julia didn't have time to confirm or celebrate the death. The APV Was turning to come after her with vengeance. Julia's hands were back on her wheel as she stepped on the gas pedal. The Iron Giant slammed through a shabby wooden structure, using the collapsing building to put some distance between herself and the APV as she sped back down the way she'd come when she had been chasing the Talon.



Theo Mysrky (quilava)
Steel Scavengers
Boat on Liaocrack River
Affected RP'ers: Velocity

Theo opened his eyes as someone began feeling his bag. Panic seized him, believing it was his captor, Theo struggled fruitlessly again to get out of his bonds. But in the next second the bag was suddenly slit open, and Theo starred up into the face of a Greninja. Was this his kidnapper? Hadn't it been an infernape who knocked him out? What was going on? Theo squirmed away as best he could, but before he got anywhere the Greninja spoke.

"I am Mazer of Prankster Platoon, and your Salvation is at hand."

Theo stopped squirming. Salvation? Prankster Platoon? He'd heard of them before but didn't know much of anything. Just that the group opposed the Black Lotus for their own reasons. Taking a closer look at the Greninja Theo noted the Neon jacket. Was that one of their symbols or something? Neon wasn't exactly a normal color. Still, this pokemon seemed to be rescuing him, he had said his salvation was at hand after all.

From the rest of the ship Theo could hear the sounds of fighting. Whoever this Greninja was with seemed to be attacking the ship's crew. He defintiely heard the sounds of powerful fire blasts being fired off, but there weren't any tell tale screams of people who'd been burned. What was going on out there?

Theo attempted to sit up, failed due his tied paws, tried to say something, but it was muffled by the cloth gag. Annoyed that he'd been freed from the bag but was still so helpless, he tired to breath fire in an attempt to burn the gag away. But it had been soaked in water -or something- tat kept it from burning. In the end all he could do was look up at the Greninja and hoped his expression was enough to get the water pokemon to free him from his binds.