Noah "Neo" Ashfield
Slateport City, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

Pirate's Gambit.

It was a ploy I liked to use against chumps like these. When I scoped out the situation with the naval ships, sure, there were enough sailor boys running around, but I looked harmless. I knew how to blend in with dimwit tourists and not be suspicious.

The real plan was to rig three of their ships I could do without, and pluck the one I did want out of their hands. You see, the plan here was Hoenn was going to give me this ship. If they allowed me to sail away, free as a Wingull, without shooting me, well, I wouldn't blow up their other three ships then. But if they attacked, they'd risk killing the captain, who I was going to take hostage, and they'd get to watch a really expensive fireworks show.

I hoped they brought lawn chairs for just such an occasion.

The first ship I came across was the HAN Enforcer. It was another run of the mill destroyer that just didn't catch my fancy. So, I didn't feel the least bit sore about slapping one of my Firespike explosive charges on it, hidden just underneath the water. If this little baby got detonated, the concentrated blast would be directed right into the hull, busting open a nice big hole. The bay would do the rest of the work for me, and I was sure the Shellders, Tentacools, and Clamperl would really appreciate it.

Second one was a cruiser, the HAN Paladin. Gawd, I hated this boring names they came up with these ships. Again, nothing special. I mean sure, I'd love to take off with all four of these ships, but there was only one me and none of my Pokémon would be able to commandeer one of these. Plus, I'd have the whole Hoenn Navy on my ***. Couldn't be too greedy. Again, I managed to slip another explosive charge just under the water, where no one would see it.

Ship #3, another cruiser, the HAN Legionnaire. Yawn. Rigged.

The fourth and last ship was the best, I felt. The HAN Entourage was a heavy battleship with a lot of guns and seemed expensive enough. Boring name, but I figured I would devise something classy when I sailed this thing back home. I just needed to rip out the AIS transponder and drive it back home.

With my sights on the Entourage now, it was time to get to work.


Janine "Angel" Price
AMS Deathwing, Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

PokéTarts could very well be the doom of all Pokémon. Or just Pokémon with trainers dumb enough to give it to them!

By the time figured out the truth behind PokéTarts, it would be way too late. The only real way for a Pokémon to get off PokéTarts and not binge feed like a furry (or scaly) Mr. Creosote was to lock 'em up for two weeks and not get anywhere near the greedy, little monsters. You wouldn't even be able to keep them tucked away in a Pokéball. Ha, ha, but most trainers wouldn't do that to their Pokémon. So I figured it would make for a great epidemic.

Designing the formula itself wasn't a biggie. I just needed a recipe that really triggered the heck out of a Pokémon's dopamine response. Natural adaptations would treat these receptors like germ invaders, so over time, the receptors wouldn't give a Pokémon a strong enough fix. So they'd eat more to get that! The diminishing returns would be brutal on a trainer's wallet. Ha, ha, I could just see all those trainers right at the poor house!

In the meantime, I had finished a successful CAD version of the Liquidator, which they were already building into a prototype. It was what they would call... "badass," and I was glad my version was the one that got the final approval. It even just looked intimidating, like it was giant, angry claw ready to pick up something and shred it up into bits! But hey, if it did that, it wouldn't nearly be as bad as what it actually did. 3,500 railgun shots in a single minute. You were looking at a lot of dead things with that! Problem was ammo was expensive, so I figured it could really only fire for a few seconds, but boy would it rip up a lot of stuff quickly!

The new tank model was called the Shadowfall, which would be superior to normal tanks in just about every way. In large droves, well, there really wasn't too much out there that could stop 'em. These babies were made to be ready for anything. The engineers were busy making the prototype right now, based off of some concept designs and CAD models that already seemed to pass the simulated environment test. The prototype would help us decide if mass production would be a cool idea, but hey, if it were up to me, I'd just go ahead with it right away.

Lastly, Project MEND was an under-wraps project. I had gotten the research project plans and read over them. Lots of dry, sciencey stuff. I understood it, but it wasn't the kind of material I'd remember for an open-mike night at the Split-Sides comedy club. It was one of those ace in the hole kind of things that could really help Team Aqua a lot, and no one would realize it until long after we had won. It was kind of like cheating. But that was totally okay in my book. Playing by the rules was boring.