Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

There was a brief moment were Private Bellamy Engels feared that he would not be making it home to his parents that day— and was expressing said fear by absolutely tearing through his vocal cords with the most unholy of screeches.

Mercifully for him however, he found himself caught halfway on his way to a messy splat, a psychic grip holding him in place.

He found himself staring with wide eyes at his savior— a single, floating bug, flanked by a nearly identical, though differently colored counterpart, both their eyes on him.

"Good catch." Came the words from below him— and looking down, he found a familiar face.

Lt. Colonel Sullivan stood atop his Dragonite, smiling at the other soldier.

"'ello, Bellamy!" The colonel said, saluting the young man— before pointing elsewhere. "That's your Pidgeot, yeah?"

A large, unconscious bird hovered nearby held in place by the strangely colored Orbeetle.

Pointing a digit at it, a flash of pink shot into the bird, before it suddenly gasped back to life, its eyes whirling around in shock.

"Get it together, you two! We're in the middle of battle!" The colonel said, clapping his hands sharply. "I would dismiss you, but we can't afford many routs here."

The medic tents and supplies were currently set relatively nearby— it was the only reason he was there, after all.

"I'll cover for you guys, but don't expect me to do this every time!" He said, nodding at the soldier as his Orbeetles set the man atop his bird. "Rejoin the rest of your squad and form up— let everyone know the Cavalry is here!"

With that, he left the youth to hopefully fend for himself, nodding at his Orbeetles. They already had a target— the apparent source of the bats flying about.

Zooming up towards it, he found himself not for the first time rolling his eyes at the person he was faced with.

Why was everyone in Hoenn hot?

"I know y'all are tryin' to turn Hoenn into another Kanto, but how about you keep Mt. Moon out of the blueprints?" He immediately tried to sass/rizz the woman, wondering what sort of rocket he was dealing with.

She looked vaguely familiar, but... definitely not from Galar, he knew that much.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
10 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

He paused, before staring at the rocket flatly.

"... Come on. You can do better than that." He said, before yelping as blades of wind were sent their way, his Dragonite spreading out its wings wide to send its body hurtling backwards and into a moonsault. "That wasn't even cleveeer!"

For their part, his Orbeetles fell into sync, father and daughter coordinating telepathically to retaliate as one. Omega's eyes glowed brightly as a barrier appeared before her, before she suddenly switched places with Garo.

Popping into the Golbat's line of sight, the bat would find its gaze reflected back upon a mirror surface, trapping into the battle.

Back to Dragonite and its rider, the dragon spun adeptly as it tried to keep pace with the Noivern.

"Are you even keeping track of all these bats? You realize just how dangerous it is to just leave your pokemon alone on a battlefield, don't you?" He shouted over the cacophony of rushing winds, trying to talk down one of the few rockets seemingly willing to speak, however briefly.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
20 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

"This again? This is a post-Meteno world, lady." He said bluntly, looking as if he wanted to rub his temples. "After what y'all pulled, I don't believe you."

If she cared as much as she claimed, he was sure she had done enough introspection to ponder whether she should be a part of the same group that was willing to risk dropping a meteor on the entire region to maybe get a head start on the next big arms race.

The fact that she was there on the battlefield was doing her no favors from his POV.

"From here— It just looks like yer throwing meat into the grinder—" He said bluntly as his Dragonite spread out its wings wide. "'fOr ThE gLoRy Of TeAm RoCkEt'."

Whipping gales surged around them as the Dragonite flapped its wings at high speed, the air currents around them getting seized by its power.

The Orbeetles locked gazes as the haze covered their opponents, letting them blend into the clouds around them.

Suddenly, the world around them was entrapped by a large cube, it growing in size even as it dispersed into the air, leaving a magenta-like tint in the atmosphere.

Without warning, the other Orbeetle whirled in place with machine like precision and speed, eyes aglow as it unleashed a sudden pressure all around them, its force expanding outwards like a shockwave.

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TL;DR:
-chatter chatter!
-Dragonite used Hurricane.
-Garo used Trick Room.
-Omega used Expanding Force.

MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
30 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

"With all due respect lady, seems hypocritical for a rocket to point fingers for 'starting wars'." The Kantonian orphan refugee turned Soldier turned Doctor said dryly, face flat.

"Gotta agree about genocide, though." He conceded. "And I'm sure you can agree with me on how a plan that nearly sabotages the only thing that could keep us ALL from getting erased by a meteor would seem IDIOTIC AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE."

The entire conversation was silly, in all fairness. Arguing with a random rocket about who was right, wrong, good or evil in a war with factions that had long proven they weren't the perfect good their most devout followers professed them to be was a waste of time for both of them.

He needed the battle to end quickly so he could get back to the healing te—

"But not like THAT!" He yelped as he saw the other woman suddenly take a fall, his Orbeetle's expanding force having caught her ride.

In retrospective— what the heck did he expect? Riding flying pokemon in a war zone was dumb for both of them—

"Aaah! Catch her catch her catch her!" He screamed at his dragonite as he grabbed onto his antennae and jerked them down, the dragon yelping before dropping onto a nosediving maneuver.

If that woman hit the ocean's surface at that height, she would splatter across the hoennian sea as if she had hit solid pavement.

Even more desperate than either the medic or his Dragonite however, was the woman's own Noivern, the creature swooping down at lightning speed to catch its trainer, diving into the ocean below.

For however briefly, Doug and his Dragonite stared with bated breath— before the woman came sailing out of the water, dragging a relieved sigh out of both of their lips.

"Oh good." He sighed, his dragonite spreading his wings wide to stop himself from diving into the water himself. His Orbeetles hovered down nearby moments later, eyes aglow as they fixated on the woman.

"... Haaah. Wish debate and drinks alone could solve this mess." He grumbled, scratching at his hair.

One couldn't (completely) manufacture a pokemon's desperation to save their trainer. So it seemed that, at least this rocket, was one of the few that was actually loved by their pokemon.

Which he generally took as a 'can't be entirely bad' sign.

"Shall we call it here, lady?" He said after a moment. "I'm a medic— I've got better things to do than hurt people— you don't seem like a soldier either."

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
40 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
10 MP KO'd an opponent's pokemon.

Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

He simply nodded, before watching her and her dragon sped off.

He already knew as much, but it was nice to have it confirmed that not every rocket he had the misfortune of running across was a murderous brute.

Slowly, he released a sigh of relief, before turning his attention back to the on going battle around him, raising a digit to the comm in his ear.

"Enemy commander has left the skirmish. All injured personnel, gather at the following coordinates—"

Time to do his real job.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
10 MP KO'd an opponent's pokemon.
100 MP from Mission.
150 MP from victory.

= 360MP