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Kouji may not feel fear, but Kaname did. The reality was this was an all out skirmish for an extremely valuable resource. The League and Team Rocket would stop at nothing to possess it, and corpses didn’t mean a thing to either organization. “Yeah… I think your gut is right to be doing those flips…” He responded, his voice sounded tense. Unnerved. There were endless possibilities and variables that could determine how this skirmish went, and that was terrifying.[break][break]

Kaname took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, exhaling loudly. He focused on the road, the feeling of the steering wheel under his hands, the fabric of his clothes; grounding himself back into reality. He couldn’t let the fear of possibilities overtake him right now, not when had a job to do. It was Kouji’s remark that helped him truly reorient to the task at hand. “You’re right,” he admitted. If he survived, if he went above and beyond, he would be that much closer to his goals. “Can’t lose sight of that.” [break][break]

“Ultra Space is an interdimensional zone; a place between worlds. It’s accessible via rifts or wormholes. It’s the home of the Ultra Beasts, they’re like alien pokemon, and Megalopolans, a race of people who come from ‘Ultra Megalopolis’. The Megalopolans were the belligerents of the Three Days War… Hoenn obviously repelled them. But that’s all I know, other than there’s areas of Ultra Space referred to as “wilds” and they’re all vastly different and crazy dangerous to your body. And I know we’re fighting in one such wild zone… So, be careful. It's hard to tell what can happen. I hear there's reports of the Interdream Zone leaking in too.” It was a lot of information to have dropped on one person, but it all necessary information in Kaname's mind. After all, knowledge was power.[break][break]

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Other planets, other worlds. What lay beyond those primal rifts were entirely different ecosystems from what Kaname understood. They were the home of various Ultra Beasts, creatures who were so alien in comparison to what they knew so it made sense. In a different time, under different circumstances he could be studying those ecosystems and the creatures that called them home. Now, however, was not that time; instead he was delivering cargo in preparation for a night of hell.[break][break]

Kaname glanced at Kouji out of the corner of his eye. The delinquent's words did not soothe him, he considered them to be platitudes. Empty, devoid of meaning. It was what he hadn’t said that had an effect on him. He couldn’t prove it, but he was sure Kouji pivoted what he planned to say to spare Kaname. Was Kouji the kind of person who chased disaster? He was the kind of man who craved ruin and violence? Was Kouji Matsubara an ill-tempered Houndoom in a foolish Dubwool’s clothing? The mere thought of it was more alarming than any conflict could be. [break][break]

He pushed the thoughts of his mind, there was a time and place to deal with them and it wasn’t here and now.[break][break]

Might not be forever. Kouji was right, Rocket might not last forever; but the kind of people that existed in Rocket would always exist. And those people would always find each other and organize into something more formidable than their parts. “It doesn’t matter if it’ll last forever, I’ll make it worth it while I can, Kouji. The fact is, they’re willing to sponsor my research in ways that no one else will and that’s important to me.” He paused, slowing the vehicle down as they approached their final drop. “My research means everything to me.”[break][break]

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Intelligence was not a unified measure; wisdom was not a zero sum game. Kouji may not have been the same kind of smart as Kaname, but that didn’t mean the scientist thought less of him. It was clear that Kouji Matsubara possessed his own kind of intelligence; it took forethought and wisdom to know that the path laid out before them was one that would be wrought with violence and bloodshed. “I’m afraid we’re going to pay the toll in blood and suffering.” An earnest fear and they would be the ones to pay for it first; the grunts would be the first pound of flesh offered up at the table of sacrifice. [break][break]



He made sure the van was in park before sliding out of his seat and onto the pavement. This was it, their last drop. “Last one,” he chirped nervously as he walked around the side of the vehicle. Once they were through, they’d drop the van off and go their separate ways. Part of Kaname wondered what would happen to Kouji tonight, would his fellow grunt stand victorious atop a pile of corpses or would he die in the dirt? [break][break]



Ambition could be a killer, it could make smart men foolish and foolish men braver than they had any right to be. Kaname feared the latter in regards to Kouji. They both wanted to climb the ranks, to prove themselves. But how far would the grunt be willing to go? Kaname knew he’d stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and wondered if Kouji was the same.[break][break]



“Yeah, got it.” He said in acknowledgement, walking in step beside Kouji toward the door. Once they’d made it to the door and the box was set down Kaname would rap on the door. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, turning to head back to the van. He sighed, putting his hands in his pocket. “In the event we survive tonight, let’s grab a drink afterwards. I’ll buy.” [break][break]

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