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"Come to play, have they?" The news would find Skyler nonplussed, the relaxed curve of her shoulders silhouetted against the the grey horizon, not yet donned in morning colors. Hiccups such as these had been expected, planned for even. Given the recent civil unrest, only a small miracle would ensure the SS Purge's safe journey.
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That or, in the lack of divine intervention, Nautica. It's what they'd been contracted to do, after all.
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Skyler pushes off the railing with a kick, surveying the waters with a cool swipe of her eyes. Nothing suspicious jumps out at her, but she doesn't even think to doubt Angelo's statement, her trust in him as easy and natural as the sunrise.
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"Five minutes ought to be enough." A smirk catches on the far end of her words, dipped in a steadily rising rush. The world is thrown into sharp relief, flecks of blue standing out like chips of sapphire as she approaches to kiss the corner of Angelo's lips. Lingering for just a moment. "I'll get the greeting committee ready, Angel."
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A sharp whistle cuts through the early morning silence, and bone-like protusions break past the waves in response. Leaning precariously over the edge, a string of commands is issued at the ghostly-looking Lapras. When the ocean envelops it once more, Skyler calls the bridge to update them on the situation. Johnny is stationed on the other end of the ship while the Nautica co-owner remains on the prow, watchful.
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While sailors scream orders at each other and prepare for the impending conflict, traps are set into place.
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Beyond the edge of their vision, Mist unfurls into a mantle over the ocean's surface to engulf the approaching boats. Creeping under the waves, Dhelmise's long tendrils of kelp extend upwards and outwards into a dark, writhing mass. 

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A confident smile pulls her lips back to reveal sharp incisors, Angelo's soft admonishment taken as anything but. "Keeps you on your toes, Vestri." 
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The SS Purge stays its predetermined course. Despite the maelstrom of activity within the deck and down below, the rising Mist disguises their knowledge of the incoming boats well enough. With Angelo feeding them updates on the would-be assailants' positions, Skyler finds the lack of visibility a good trade-off.
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"I'm heading that way, update me on the others." Unruly locks of gold disappear amid the shipping containers as Skyler navigates past them to find herself leaning over the railing on the port side. As she watches, the Mist peels back to reveal two boats, one of which careens wildly to the side.
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Volans'  tail swipe leaves the first boat vulnerable. Dhelmise's seizes the chance to snap long kelp tendrils around the Rocket vessel in a crushing embrace. BLOCKing those aboard from escaping. Even from this distance, Skyler can hear the groan of bending steel as the boat is slowly dragged down.
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A Spotlight draws her attention to the second boat at the same time that a smug voice crackles over the radio. Skyler finds herself snorting over the comms. "Careful, you'll hit your big head on the shipping containers at this rate, Angel."
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Nearby, Lapras' bone-white spikes break past the surface. Two Rockets manage to climb aboard the SS Purge in the scant few seconds allowed them. The rest find themselves within the dense, purple-ish miasma of Shadow Panic. Within moments, a chorus of panicked wails rises into the incoming dawn. A few splashes tell her some have chosen to, quite literally, abandon ship.
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"Two aboard," she tells Angelo via radio, already abandoning her perch to close in on the Rocket grunts. "We might have to go fishing for the others later." 
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Johnny joins her as Skyler navigates past the towering shipping containers, silvery gaze sharp on any moving figures. 

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Morning dew traces a wet trail down the curve of her back when Skyler leans back against a shipping container. Now that sailors had gone underground, an eerie silence befalls the SS Purge; and it allows the echo of footsteps to betray someone else's presence among the nearby crates.
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"Making contact soon," she replies, her voice a feathery whisper over the radio. Her eyes narrow though Angelo cannot see them, and there's a short pause before her voice crackles to life again. "If you get stabbed again, I swear to Arceus, Angel, I'll throw you overboard."
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It's Skyler's very unique brand of concern.
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The radio is strapped to her belt, and Skyler sneaks around the container to find the tail-end of a figure diving behind a crate. It could've been sheer, dumb luck, but the notion leaves her brain when a bullet bites the air by her shoulder.
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Johnny reacts first, launching forward with a low roar. A Seviper meets her halfway, impacting with animalistic fury and venom-coated fangs. Skyler doesn't wait for the fight to start; hisses and snarls are muffled beneath the adrenaline-fueled drumbeat in her ears when she vaults over the crate.
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The barrel of a pistol finds her first, but it's batted aside before it goes off. The Rocket's expression is frozen in surprise when her fist is driven into their chin. Blood splatters over the deck alongside a groan of pain, but Skyler makes little of it. Another punch slams the Rocket against the container, and they crumple to the ground.
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Breathing heavily, Skyler reaches for her radio. "They have guns." Johnny peeks around the corner as she says this, on the lookout for other opponents. "Be careful."
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The Urshifu's snarl is her only warning; she crouches low scant seconds before a Psycho Cut slashes the space where she'd just been, carving a line into the steel container.

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The crackle of Angelo's voice is met with silence on Skyler's side. She crouches low, the mercurial weight of her gaze sharp with alarm as the second Rocket grunt steps from behind a container. Their Absol jumps over a crate and snarls, teeth pulled back over its gums in unbridled aggression.
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At least, comes the thought, this one doesn't carry a gun. 
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Relief is awfully short-lived; a yowl echoes throughout the shipping crates as another arc of psychic energy is hurled at her. Diving out of the way only proves partly effective, evidenced by the abrupt stab of pain in her leg. 
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Johnny doesn't allow a third strike. An Aura Sphere flies past Skyler's head, slamming the Absol against the tower of containers. With an ugly crack, it stops moving.
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Glancing down, Skyler's barely acknowledges the growing crimson stain over the fabric of her trousers. Breathing past gritted teeth, the captain makes for the side of a nearby crate, out of sight.  As she's rounding the corner, the crackle of an unfamiliar radio echoes among the crates.
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'Fucker.' 
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Peeking past the edge of the container, she finds the hazy shadow of a figure whispering down at a radio. Skyler lunges forward to grab the Rocket's wrist, forcing it to let go of the radio. It clatters to the ground among the shadows, and Johnny's quick to stomp on it.
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The Rocket surprises Skyler by shoving her against the nearest container, but the taste of blood on her lips proves to be anything but a deterrent. Pulling him closer, she leans her head back and headbutts him. 
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Blood gushes into her hair, but she hardly takes notice. Seizing his disorientation, she grabs his hair and slams her knee into his face, knocking him out cold.
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Glowing circles of AQUA RING envelop her as her voice reaches out to her partner. "They might have some intel on us, this one had a radio. How's things lookin' out there? The boats?" 

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"Took you long enough, Vestri," comes the reply from the other side, voice strained between harsh breaths. "Was about to send a search party your way." Despite all her efforts, it's impossible to disguise the undercurrent of concern even through the comms. A grunt of effort follows her words, then, "Two boats down, or disarmed. I can see one more comin' this way."
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There'd been no more Rockets aboard the ship, save for a couple that had quickly been dealt with by her Dhelmise's reaching tendrils. She could see them from her perch atop a tower of shipping crates, inert bodies being dragged across the ocean's surface to slap wetly against the boat's gunwhale.
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Their sucess plays into Skyler's hubris, lulling her into a false sense of security. The approaching Rocket boat, slightly larger than the others, is treated to the same kind of unconcerned vigilance while the surrounding ocean churns with the aftermath of conflict. Tendrils poke out of the ocean alongside bone-white protusions - an unspoken threat.
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Surprise is absent from her expression when the boat lingers cautiously at the edge, hanging back just enough not get caught up in whatever lies in the water. 
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What the captain doesn't expect is the bright flash of white that screeches past the morning silence. For a sliver of a moment she's back in the Regirock Ruins, attempting to survive. Then the ship under her rocks violently, the Hyper Beam crashing against its hull. A second one follows quickly after, slicing clean through towers of containers.
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Including her own.
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"Son of a -"
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The ground under her feet shifts, and - with a horrible groan of twisting metal - the whole structure begin to topple. Her stomach does a sommersault as gravity reasserts itself, booted feet slipping even as she struggles to reach for a handhold.
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Johnny catches her midjump, wrapping a furry arm around Skyler's torso and launching off of the falling towers of containers to land atop another one. Behind, the crash of falling containers twists the captain's expression into one of chilling ferocity - made even worse when aerial shadows separate from the Rocket vessel and land aboard the ship.
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Beneath the waves, a leviathan abandons the depths.

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Skyler sees the blinding flash of light before she does Angelo, its curving trajectory honing in on a single Spotlight over an unfortunate Fearow - and its rider. Even before the voice rises up past the chaos of toppled containers, she recognizes her husband's handiwork.
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Hot.
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If she goes a little weak in the knees at the merciless havoc that preludes his presence, she stubbornly blames it on the adrenaline-fueled moment. She couldn't have him lording this over her - she'd be damned if she gave him more material to tease her with. He was too smug as it was, already.
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(Nothing against showing her appreciation tonight, though.)
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So when she peers down to meet the savage glint of blue eyes, it's with a raised brow and all the brash insolence she could muster in the moment. "Took you long enough, Vestri. Thought you'd miss out on all the action." Behind her, Johnny huffs in barely concealed amusement.
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From this position, she could easily see the ant-like commotion aboard the enemy ship, likely in preparation for another Hyper Beam. Four winged assailants remained aboard, but Skyler barely paid them any attention, trusting Angelo to deal with them. 
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A sharp whistle echoes out onto the ocean and, seconds later, a shrill call echoes back. Bone-like protusions rise from the ocean, carving through the waves to the enemy ship. The Lapras rises the elegant curve of its neck to reveal unnatural blood-red eyes - and an open maw from which a Freeze-Dry emerges. 
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It crashes against the hull of the ship and the surrounding waters. Rooting it in place long enough for Dhelmise's Anchor Shot to pierce its hull.
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The sweet sound of alarm sirens in the distance brings a bloodthirsty smile to Skyler's lips.
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It takes only less than a minute, but it's enough for one of the winged pokemon, a Skarmory, and its rider to rise into the air. A piercing metallic cry rips through its throat as it lunges, blade-like feathers shooting from its body like deadly projectiles.
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Johnny snarls, shoving herself between the Skarmory and Skyler. Some feathers embed themselves into thick fur, but most are DETECTed in time and parried. The captain curses, her snarled command materializing into a Fire Punch that sends both bird and rider skidding across the top of the platform, grounded. Skyler's boot swiftly finds the Rocket's body, kicking it off the platform to land on the deck far below.
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Above them, the cloudy sky thickens with the promise of incoming rain. And below, the tides swell as if in preparation.

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