Doug Vincent
USF Commander
Erana

So far opening fire had only scared the mamoswine more. Just as Doug lined up what should be the final shot, a giant white owl flew down from the sky. “Oh great, Gawain’s here.” He muttered under his breath. Deep down however he was glad. The Avalon Apostles had a much better track record for peaceful solutions, something Doug was all out of right now.
The “Knight” requested two minutes to try and stop the creature, before jumping into the fray. Doug
“Alright men, hold you fire until I give the signal.” He said through his comms. I hope you can handle this, he thought as he kept his weapon trained on the mamoswine.

Limping slightly from a few bullet wounds, and combined with the buffeting waves of sound and the vines wrapping around it’s tusks, the Mammoth finally began to slow. When the added assault from Gawain and his owl began, the mamowine tried to face itself upward to aim at it’s new attackers, but the vines around it’s tusk held it firmly in place. Desperation flashing through it’s eyes, the pokemon raised it’s back legs as high as it could before slamming them down, sending a miniature earthquake through the town, hoping to unbalance it’s assailants.



Sylvia Wintermoon
USF Deputy Commander
Near the Erana Rift

Syvia’s face drained of colour as she saw the badge held before here. Crap, they’re with the special ops. “Ah, s-so sorry about that. I’ll uh, just let you get back to work then.” Sylvia said meekly. Crap crap crap. Why did I assume they were poachers.
As the men began to pack up their gear, Sylvia rushed back to where Scout had been waiting, making a mental note to memorize all the personnel files once she got back to HQ. “Okay boy, looks like we’ve got a new lead.” After taking a moment to check in with the rest of the team, she hurried off in the direction Harrison had pointed.

Following the directions she’d been given, it wasn’t long before Sylvia found the “poachers.” The two men appeared to be fighting each other, likely over the large unconscious teal crocodile being dragged along by a bulbasaur.
They’ve got to be the poachers, she though. But not wanting another misunderstanding, she decided to play it safe. Drawing her pistol from it’s holster and holding it at the ready, Sylvia slowly walked into view of the combatants, Scout at her heels. “Hey, you two! Cease your combat at once!”
Still holding the gun at the ready, Sylvia reached with her left hand into her jacket with and quickly withdrew her USF badge. “USF. Now, both of you call off your attacks show me your license to handle pokemon, or else I’ll be forced to take… take you… in…” Sylvia’s eyelids began to droop. Only now did she notice one of the men had a mask over his mouth and nose, and there were blue spores floating around. I am so getting demoted for this… she though as she began to lose consciousness. Scout staggered a few steps towards the crocodile, before falling heavily to the ground, fast asleep, followed a few seconds later by Sylvia, badge and firearm dropping to the ground as she fell comatose to the earthen floor.