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There is a thought. An unbridged rage conceived by the revelation that five years of work can be so easily untangled by the incessant interference of mere buffoons’. It grows until it can no longer sustain itself. Like well stacked dominos, the truth crumbles with the clatter of each dropping piece, successive ‘clinks’ that resonate with a growing temper.

He seethes in intensity.

“…”

The culminations of the League Press Conference results in more than Selena’s temporary disbarment from her post as Gym Leader. It reveals to Fernando a long sought after answer to the question that has preplexed him to no end. Who was responsible for Littleroot?

Selena Desmarais.

Such a simple answer seems unbefitting when held against how many restless nights he’s spent combing through the reports. Through the broken camera footage. Through any scraps of information in a demented attempt to piece together the worst League operation to have occurred during his tenure.

It’s not the fact that ‘they’ lost.

It’s the fact that it’s a blight on his record.

Before his allegiance to the League, there is a solemn promise that demands a loyalty above all else—himself. To have someone on his own side serve as a hindrance to his performance, to his goals, to the results that may have allowed them to explore beyond what was thought capable, is absolutely unredeemable. Tapu Koko be damned.

Selena be damned.

There is no exemption whether it be legal, title, or organizational. dahlia goode herself can come down at Selena’s behest but even the Commissioner bears no weight against his tenacity. At the very least, he will have his answers. Even if he has to ram his hand down her throat to tear it from her gullet.

There is no escape from damnation, merely delaying the inevitable.

What’s left of Lulu Flint’s fractured subconscious can confirm as much.

“Formations.”

There is no need to heed his call. His Pokemon, Legends in their own right, have come under the one force in Hoenn that they refuse to undermine. Time and time again, the Councilman has proven himself in front of them, against all adversity, and these mystical beings are reduced to the caste they were never meant to leave. In the face of Fernando’s unhinged march, they are nothing more than Pokemon.

Obedient Pokemon.

Silvally. Beast Killer. Terror of the Three Day War.

Zygarde. Unknown. A beast unseen and misunderstood.

These canines flank the Councilmen with a cordial gait that leaves purebred Arcanines envious. The way their chins jaunt upwards, condescending, poised, reeks of money. But there is no merit in showboating. The way their steps match pace, each stride coordinated, come with a poignant purpose. Their timing must be perfect in the advent of an attack so they proceed with confident caution.

This is not a show of force. This is absolute.

Vantage is not private property. Vantage is not a series of buildings with varied purpose. Vantage is not a campus Selena will find safety in. It is merely a landscape where she resides. And Fernando approaches with impunity, eyes deluded in a haze of contempt so sharp it matches the seamless crease of his perfectly ironed trousers and dress shirt.

His appearance is immaculate. His style is pristine. Compliments to his stylist mila alexopoulos, Fernando is perfection on the surface because he cannot accept anything less going into this. This is his one chance at something greater.

He must be because there is no stopping the AQUA INITIATIVE.

Therein lies Katherine Fairburne’s mistake. Hoenn may not have been Selena’s home but it will be now. She has no choice. None of them have much of a choice. The only question is will they see the roundabout method before it’s too late? Fernando hedges his money on an option call of ‘no’, well invested on the result with his exit plan well hashed ahead of time.

Today comes with a resolution that will start an era the League is not ready for.

“This is Silph. I’m here for Desmarias.”

Fernando enters the building by force if needed. Steel and glass cannot hold him. They may delay, opting for the easiest route of passage, but even that will crumble should it choose to oppose him.

Had either of them knew anything more, that perhaps this was all the opportune machinations of Team Rocket, nothing would change. priam conrad would have his gratitude. Because as well verse as Fernando is in conflict, he cannot fault his opponent for making the correct play. There is no maliciousness in opposition. It is the faltering failures of his own side that demand reparations.

And he will have them.

Tapu Fini is the manifestation of such frustrations. The island Deity comes from the MISTY TERRAIN that floods from the pronounced green of his veins, obtrusive and blatant against the ghastly pale white tone of his skin. A complete contrast, shelled in a black carapace so dark it encompasses the yin to his yang.

It too crosses the threshold of someone wronged.

They are the VINDICTIVE.