After his foray with Nikita Sokolov, Aaron hoped he didn't have to deal with any more adults wanting to deny him duking it out and putting wrenches in Rocket's plans. He really couldn't help but think the man was underestimate him. Then again, he's about had enough of these chumps, give him a real challenge! Like that first guy (Tempest Quinn). Whatever, he at least was able to slink away and deal with some chumps. That Naganadel was still somewhere, supposedly. Adding onto the victims. Though Aaron have yet to see anything to indicate its location. What he did find was a small team of Rockets setting up a trap. Probably for the front lines? He should be pretty close.

The blonde was in a good position to do something about it, but his bloodlust wanted worthy prey. Not more nobodies. Looking around, he did see a dustcloud. Taking out his own small pair of binoculars, it was a ranger on a fast Sceptile. Maybe they could handle it? Staying in the treeline, he'll just keep watch for now. Looked like the Rockets were already getting into positions, a wall right in front of the path along with several traps. Though they look like Aaron's Trevenant or Metagross could easily take it all down...


Shalin Nariya

With a covert signal from one of the hidden Rockets, a well-hidden Electrode exploded on the narrow overpass, launching Shalin and their Sceptile forward. The cables on the grass-type's towing harness snapped, the metallic crates rolling in all directions as she and her Pokémon likewise tumbled next to one another.

Badly bruised and scraped, the Rustboro Captain-elect got to her feet. Grabbing a second Poké Ball, she hurled the capsule containing Boomer, her Typhlosion, toward her feet. The fire-type emerged, running on all fours and sliding to Shalin's side to let her mount up. Yooka stood upright, gathering the scattered supply crates to help the rest of Shalin's Pokémon carry them later. Without cables, the Sceptile's towing harness wouldn't be too useful.

Gathering the supplies together was the least of her worries, though; the sound of automatic gunfire accompanied the whistling sound of various Pokémon attack-based projectiles flying toward Shalin and her Sceptile. Her hair stood on end, adrenaline pumping in the fight for survival. Just where was all this weapon fire coming from?

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Boomer        Typhlosion     Good

Aaron waited with a Pokeball in hand. The Rockets saw it too and got into their positions. A well timed and placed Explosion sent the ranger flying, along with her cargo. The lady sent out a Typhlosion to assist. They were soon accosted by gunfire and Pokemon attacks. They had her dead to rights. Fine. One good deed...releasing his Trevenant, he gave one order. "Horn Leech." From both of the Pokemon's arms came spikes that reached for the skies. Then they splintered off, the tips glowing green, aiming to clear the area. The horn leeches hit traps to activate them, impaled enemy Pokemon, human arms and legs and weapons. Aaron hoped the shock and awe of such an attack would force them to take their injured and/or dead Pokemon and leave.

Thankfully, these chumps weren't stupid. They did exactly that. Some used other Pokemon to help move themselves or their comrades to get out of there before a second attack happend. Trevenent didn't disappoint, but only to encourage them to run. Looking over the metal boxes...she was going to need some help. With a heavy sigh, the blonde stepped out with his tree and waved at the ranger. With a Phantom Force, they were down by her in a flash. While the tree helped her Sceptile pile up the metal crates, Aaron went to her with a first aid kit in hand. "You alright?" He asked in a monotone voice. He looked remarkably similar to someone she'd met in the past, not that Aaron knew.


Shalin Nariya

Two of the supply crates had been ruptured by armor-piercing rounds of a FLASH CANNON, liquid medicine and small glass shards pouring out from where the steel-type ammunition had sent sparks flying. With Shalin and her Typhlosion pinned down, a young ally and his Trevenant came to the Captain-elect's rescue. BULLET SEEDS and rounds of ROCK BLAST were aimed at the grass-type, its strong bark holding as the branches and roots set off the mines and other traps in the area.

"Thanks for the save," Shalin answered Aaron, gratefully accepting the aid. Performing first aid on her burn would not be a challenge for him, but she would need to get that tender skin looked at when she returned to the League infirmary. She had already been in and out of there once today. Even Pokémon healing was no miracle cure for the wounds of war. "Captain-elect Shalin Nariya of Rustboro." She eyed the grass-type, getting an idea. "Does your Trevenant know a move that could repair or patch my Sceptile's towing cables? That would make it a lot easier to haul everything back to HQ."

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The attacks didn't do much to Trevenant. Between distance and splintering off a Horn Leech or two, they barely harmed him. The ranger thanked Aaron for the save, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that he was a child in a very dangerious place. She introduced herself as the Captain-elect for Rustboro. Then...shouldn't she be stronger? Then again...she might have taken on several tough trainers already, and had to go with her B, C, or even D teammembers just so she could continue to contribute. "Been having a hard time with some tough battles? Those chumps should have been pretty easy for you if you had your ace team members..." Looking through the broken crate, Aaron tried to salvage whatever unbroken medicine he could find. Sadly, there wasn't much.

"Leech Seed may be of some assistance. You'd have to slow down a bit, but it could work. You might want an escort too. There's supposed to be a rabid Naganadel somewhere close by causing issues. In addition to the typical rabble. Aaron Toral, by the way." Ace likewise introduced himself. With a nod to his Trevenant, they got the cables and put them together. The tree then used six Leech Seeds to tie them toether with their draining vines. They added a couple more just for strength. They did the same for the other side. "What do you think? Another Seed or two might help, but I'd still slow it down quite a bit. Kind of hate to do it when time is of the essence, but I don't think you'd want to spend more time repairing cables than actually travelling." Particularly in a warzone.

Shalin Nariya

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Shalin owed her life to Aaron Toral . "It's been awful. My Charizard gave his life to make sure I could walk away with mine. Corona, I'll never forget you..." she trailed off, her face turning somber for a few moments, her mourning cut short by another FLASH CANNON explosion blasting away part of the rock formation the two hid behind. "You are right, though; most of my Pokémon are hurt. These two are some of the last ones I have that can still fight."

Aaron's Trevenant repaired the cart's towing cables, Shalin about to say something when another round of gunfire interrupted her. "Boomer here is in better shape than Yooka now," she noted aloud as she helped hook the cables up to her Typhlosion. The fire-type looked nervous, having seen very little action until now.

Once everything was ready to go, Aaron advised of a rogue Naganadel complicating matters. Shalin shook her head, knowing what the species was capable of; she had a Poipole of her own, Toxrill, that would evolve to be one. "If we need to slow down, then do you think you could provide cover for us? I think that's the only way we're getting these supplies to the front lines."

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Aaron didn't flinch at the mention of one her Pokemon having sacrificed itself for her's. There was no better way for a Pokemon to show its love to their trainer than sacrificing itself for them. From the look on her face, she'll always treasure her memories with this Corona. Then a Flash Cannon blasted away at the rock they were behind. Glancing towards the direction, and nodding, Trevenent disappeared to deal with the threat. Although...even after the repairs, gunfire erupted all aorund them. The Typhlosion was in better shape than her Sceptile. "I saw the tumble." There was a lot more back now. Reliance on numbers can only do so much.

"Leave it to us. None of my Pokemon has the speed of your's but Trevenant can teleport with Phantom Force to keep up. Just let us clear out this group first." Taking a Pokeball out, he released Metagross. "Trevenant, another mass Horn Leech, Metagross, get out there and use a mass Psycho Cut. Put the fear of Arceus into them all. Hold nothing back!" With an almost childlike glee from both Pokemon, the two darted to each side. Just like before, two branches with a glowing tip grew from the Trevenant's forearms, then stretched and split apart to dozens of winding branches. Metagross glowed pinkish violet and unleashed waves of Psycho Cuts on anything that moves. Including behind obstacles. Even with gunfire and attacks still raging towards them...they were severely outmatched. Ace didn't know how many were there, but he heard more than a few screams. Maybe he was a soldier already. Or a killer with this.

Either way, it was quiet now. Signaling to Shalin to go, he recalled both of his Pokemon to him, and teleporting a good forty yards away, both Metagross and Trevenant ready to again do mass attacks to handle the numbers.

Shalin Nariya

The steel-type's body repelled much of the weapon fire headed Shalin's way. When Boomer and Shalin were in danger from a volley of enemy fire, they would find themselves whisked away by Trevenant's PHANTOM FORCE. Being thrown into the ethereal world in a seemingly cyclical fashion was vomit-inducing, but it was better than being perforated by Pokémon-based firearms. It only took a few seconds to shoot one, yet it could take hours or even days to heal someone. Pokémon healing could only do so much.

As the two went uphill, Shalin leaned back as much as she could, feeling her mount's quills heat up. From the back of its neck, the fire-type loosed an ERUPTION. The recoil sent Shalin flying off her mount and rolling into her Pokémon's cargo, but the attack also took out many of the remaining Rockets trying to snipe her. The coast was clear on one side, and the League encampment was in sight. Provided Aaron's Pokémon could hold the fort, the cavalry would arrive for the truly brave: the ones doing the actual fighting on this horrible, horrible day.

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Yooka         Sceptile       Fair
Boomer        Typhlosion     Good

Seemed he missed a few. Nevertheless, the ranger lady was able to get a good run, particularly after Trevenant went ahead and teleported her as well. The few that decide to try to get her learned why that wasn't a good idea. But they also learned not to ignore him as well. With whoever left limping away or more, Aaron started to saunter away, making sure the coast was clear. And that Shalin was getting to where she needed to be. Still, he slinked away in the shadows. If other League members caught him, he'd be forced away or at the least kept at the base. And he still had plenty of other targets to hit. And maybe find and finishe off that Naganadel...assuming someone hasn't done so already.


Shalin Nariya