she's not going to crash with a failing ship. [break][break]

they're close to the meteor, but she knows that crashing will be devastating. they're hurling towards the rock faster than she'd like, but thankfully he engine failed, and so they aren't accelerating (thank you, gravity). but, you know, she'd like it better if they didn't crash head first. [break][break]

speeding was nice, but it'd be nicer if they could land slowly and without as much turbulence - and that's when she had a great idea. "hey!" she calls out to the pinkette, who already had a hand in the defensive maneuvers. then to the purple-haired man, while holding her vulpix, trying to keep a steady footing. [break][break]

"i'll try to slow the ship down!" she pats the vulpix, caressing the foxy pokemon "so try to keep the ship from crashing!" she's glancing to the other rookies who are brought for the trip, and she narrows her eyes. she's in no position to be barking out orders, but they need to be quick. "anyone else who can slow the ship down, help out!" [break][break]

she can't be the only one with this idea when she has her vulpix coming out, using a blizzard directed to push against their current ship. "just a little more, love." she holds the ice pokemon close, as she does her best. the poor thing might get tired, but it's okay. [break][break]

fingers crossed that this will work. frankly, she couldn't care less about the ship; she just wants a smooth landing for everyone in it; not everyone has a pokemon that can fly through space.

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- oh shit o fuck luka chêne & kim cole-essam [break]
- vulpix uses BLIZZARD against the rookie ship to slow down their landing [break]
- grabs any other rookies in the ship who can do the same/use any kind of wind to push against the hurling lump of junk[break]
- pls rookie npcs don't just be fodder.....[break]
- btw sheba is protecting the vulpix in her arms with her life and will hug onto it while staying inside of the ship. [break]
- ngl i had half the mind to just ditch onto a charizard but WE GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP-- Or not[break]
- hopping thru a hoopa loop to (somewhat) safety

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At first, when the spaceship starts to veer sharply off course, she thinks it's one of Angelo's many fancy aerial maneuvers. Except that there's no stomach-dropping turn and when she looks, she notices his hands slack against the controls.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

What happens next is pure adrenaline-induced, instinct-driven reaction.

Her seatbelt (safety is important, okay?) is unbuckled and thrown aside as Skyler all but dives forward, over Angelo's seat and shoulder. She lands face-first on his lap, frantically reaching for the controls before they crash against another ship. 

Except that her current position, while it provides her with the best view of just how form-fitting Angelo's suit really is (extremely), doesn't really allow her to see outside.

She has no idea what she's doing, which becomes horribly obvious when a proximity alert starts blaring.

Fucking hell.

"Could do this in his sleep, he says," she snarls, reaching an arm back to call forth her Lapras. It fills the entirety of the cargo area, dark eyes blinking confusedly at the whole situation.

"Wake him up!" 

While Lapras are more often known for their enchanting lullabies, when this opens her mouth what comes out is something akin to an unholy screech, reminiscent of what the demonic hordes of hell, should they exist, might sound like.

Skyler startles, and the ship veers sharply in response. 

That was a Heal Bell?

Ah, she'll take it - if it wakes Angelo up and stops them from hurtling into an inevitably blazing end. At least, she thinks, they'll go out in style.

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TLDR: 
- Recalls Claydol
- Dives forward to take control of the spaceship while Angelo takes a lil nap
- Releases Lapras and has it use Heal Bell to screech in Angelo's ear wake him up
- Used 2x Salac

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(TLDR!: Nico escaped the league rocket via escape pod, his escape pod broke apart. He used a slab of metal from the escape pod and his Typhlosion's Flamethrower to literally surf through space. Matt Vice was trying to help Nico and is now invited to join on Nico's space surf board!)

Nico was not lucky enough today. Much like its parent rocket, his escape pod sustained heavy damage. Not from any direct attacks, but rather from collisions. Debris of all kinds now littered space, pieces of the rocket and other pods were coating the upper atmospheres enough to slam into his small pod. Juvon’s light screen was useless against physical clashes like these. Blaring alarms mixed with Nico getting slammed against the wall, instantly clinging to a convenient handle to keep himself from getting tossed around inside the pod. His Pikachu, panicked and wide-eyed, was quickly returned to his Pokeball for his own safety. Nico could only pray his suit would stay intact, especially upon realizing a large section of the pods outer wall was bent open. ”Shit…”

As his pod careened uncontrollably off-course, gushing thick smoke from its engines the whole way… The trainer came to realize; soon he wouldn’t have an intact pod anymore. Panic could not begin to come close to what Nico was feeling. But it was a calm, uneasy panic. As if he transcended fears and awareness to instead operate on pure survival adrenalin. No rocket, no pod… However, Nico did have an intact suit. He did have a fire-type… As he stared through the glass displays, the smoke trail left by his own pod gave him an idea. The long strips of metal gave him another idea. An idea so simple… ”This might just work…”

Something in the escape pod’s engine had finally given up. The smoke it emitted redoubled as it sputtered and suddenly broke apart, losing its grip on the pod’s shell and dragging listlessly behind the pod. Nico watched as the smaller engine drifted further and further behind before igniting in a second mini explosion, now useless and leaving his pod soaring by pure momentum alone. Metallic walls crumbled and broke apart around him, a seam having been broken open and slowly ripping apart as the pod had no integrity left. An entire wall of his escape pod could be ripped off with the slightest of pressure, even just one good kick…

”We have no choice.” Nico concluded. With no time to panic or second guess his crazy idea, he decided to commit, bringing out a new Pokeball to let Teri take form inside the pod. It was a tight fit with the shiny Typhlosion taking up space, but it wouldn’t be tight for long. ”Teri,” Nico began, grasping the beasts chin to bring her to eye level in front of his suit, quelling any panic that may have erupted from the confused fire-type, ”please trust me. Hold on tight to this wall.” One of his hands released her chin, letting her turn her head to the long, loose piece of metal still barely clinging to their pod. ”Do not let go. I will be doing the exact same, right behind you. We are riding this wall like it’s a rock on top of raging lava. Your fire will move this rock. Do not turn your head away, be sure to and listen for my command when I tell you to fire. Okay?”

The Pokemon, of course, did not understand. She couldn’t fathom the crazy idea’s her trainer had. It was his tone of voice she understood. His specific instruction and near-desperate conviction were both wordless languages she did understand. A deep throated purr echoed from her throat, shoving her nose hard against his suit in an obvious affectionate display before bluntly moving into position on the wall, claws digging tight into the metal. ”Thank you, Teri…”

Finally, the pod split apart. Nico jumped from one side of the pod onto the wall, knocking it free from the structure and sending both he and his Typhlosion free-falling across the upper atmosphere on nothing but a sheet of metal. ”Fire!” He shouted through his suits speakers, and his Typhlosion let loose a Flamethrower that sent the duo flying through the air, escaping the smoke left behind by his now-abandoned escape pod. Immediately, the blond was shocked to see Matt Vice !! Matthew had literally flew through space just for him! His heart raced after skipping a few beats, and Nico was grinning wide at Matthew as the fire-type and him surfed through the upper atmosphere. ”Matty!! Oto!! Come on board~!”

Even if they no longer had a rocket ship, Nico was determined to still reach the meteor, stretching out one of his arms to reach for Matt so he could join on their rickety space-canoe.

That brief peace was nice while it lasted. But, naturally, the League just had to assault them, evidently with murderous intent. Nothing else could describe attacking a spaceship like this, after all. Which was despite the fact that, at least to their knowledge, Rocket did not actually have any plans that might even negatively affect them. They just wanted to kill them out of principle. Obviously, that was messed up as far as Violet was concerned and she glared at the Claydoll that had attempted to strike them down, warded off for the moment by her Aegislash. At least she figured that was what happened. Due to the forces in play, she could not exactly focus on that, much.
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Instead, she, too, briefly marvelled at the meteor up close, only for that to be replaced by noticing that it was getting too close, too quickly. That was going to be a rough landing. Flint seemed to agree to that, ordering them to prepare for landing, which probably was more akin to bracing for impact. She would still do it, of course. Holding tightly onto whatever handle she could find, Violet tried to get ready, while nodding at their third partner in crime. She didn’t know the girl well, but they were definitely on the same side and page. That was all she needed. “Once more, King’s Shield. In front of the vessel, if we are coming in too hot. Kind of like a sled of sorts. You can do that, Aegislash.”
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+ Scoffs at league, acknowledges Lulu Flint 's command, agrees with Naomi Sato , has Aegislash use King's Shield again so they can land better

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Earth’s upper atmosphere, and the space beyond, became subsumed in a deluge of data that sent his readings spiraling. The sound up here was dampened due to the thinness of the medium, so Kepler was forced to translate between the spiking of numbers, the flaring and flashing of needles, and the vaulting of stacks of LEDs.

The MONSTER MASH shook a few times, violently enough for Kepler to feel like this was the end, the craft was going to jostle apart and he was going to be either lost in space or ripped apart in the League-Rocket crossfire.

Then, silence. The readings stabilized.

“Holy shit,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, eyes wide in disbelief. Then, louder, “HOLY SHIT! WE DID IT, RUBES! WE FUCKING DID IT!” with enough volume to cause the comm link to backsplutter static.

He was doing a little happy dance when Lulu called out to prepare for landing and he finally opened the viewport on the MONSTER MASH. He was staring, impossibly, into the void of space. His eyes jumped from starblip to starblip wondering how far away they were, running through gargantuan numbers.

Looking down, he saw the meteoroid. Saw the cluster of whatever the hell they were supposed to be here to grab (he recognized it faintly from the blurry, pixelated images that had been lecture-beaten into their brains.) He knew where the unidentified material was but he was torn between grabbing it like a good little astro-soldier and his innate curiosity for being one of the first human beings to set foot on a fucking meteor. Also, that spot was going to be where most of the action was, and despite his gung-ho attitude, Kepler did not want to die.

He directed their vessel to land a bit away from the hot spot in question, towards a mysterious dark spot that could’ve been a cave, or could’ve just been striations in the rock as affected by the low atmospheric light.

Back to the radar, he watched the waves of recognition ping off the dark purple blot that was Lulu Flint ’s vessel. It was also bouncing back from a number of unidentified forms in space: League interlopers, he assumed. “God, they’re so fucking petty,” he said, a sudden spark of anger and frustration, “they can’t just let us have this.” Whatever this was.

He ran through the protocols to engage the MONSTER MASH’S landing gear, knowing that this was when they were going to be the most vulnerable. A last-minute check made sure his gear was secure, his O2 tanks were full, and he pressurized his space suit.

“Pluto, protect,” he instructed again, as the hydraulics of the door hissed and began to whirr. He stepped out into the protective bubble, appearing remarkably placid for all that he was freaking out inside.

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Ruby Garcia et al
tl;dr
kepler's landing the monster mash closer to the cave/not-cave to be clear of the fighting and also cause he selfishly wants to explore
has beheeyem use protect again on himself and ruby to allow for disengaging from the ship/coming to the meteor's surface in the protective bubble

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