The promise of next time seems to satisfy the girl as she quiets down, a promise of the future was just the right thing to say to the Ultramodernist all things considered. Though the fact that she considered a "maybe" to be a confirmed promise was an issue of its own, one could already see the gears spinning in her head as she plans out an outfit for the pretty pretty boy, how she had the confidence to say these things to an Admin of Rocket was assuredly a topic for another time.
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"I'm always ready, right up until the point where I say I'm not ready!" Xenon exclaims with aplomb as she throws out a Pokeball and releases her Terbium into the air, taking a step off the edge of the cliff and letting her dragon catch her as the two sailed down to the ground where this League encampment lay. She makes no effort to hide herself as she flies up to the very front entrance, security was tight enough right now that trying to find a gap in their defenses would be an exercise in futility, all eyes were on high alert on every bit of the walls surrounding this makeshift base.
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Ironically enough, this also meant that the front entrance was the one that everyone was the least worried about. The woman formerly known as Xenon slaps her cheeks as she gets into character, landing down on the ground and letting tears brim up in her eyes as three different Rangers rushed up to the unknown trainers. "Y-you gotta help us, please! There's a whole squad of those Rocket goons on our tails, I barely managed to lose them but I need a medic for my partners!" She screams as the Rangers close the distance and scan her over.
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"Alright slow down girlie, how many Rocket goons are after you?" One of the three asks as they lay a hand on her shoulder, the youngest of them obviously and the most gullible. Praying on his idiocy would be the key to the front door, she needed to make sure he had the reins of the conversation rather than his senior partners. It was lucky he spoke up first.
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"I um, I wasn't really able to count, it all happened so fast! I think there was l-like um, six? It might have been five, I'm not really sure, I'm so sorry!" Five or six was a believable number, it lined up with Rocket grunt pack tactics if they were going after a duo like Xenon and Jayden. The young man nods his head as he runs those numbers through his head just like he'd been taught. An older woman starts to open her mouth to question her, she turns up the waterworks a little more and forces a few tears down her cheeks, like clockwork the rookie claps his other hand on her remaining shoulder.
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"Hey hey, calm down, it's gonna be okay! Come on lets get you in to see a medic-" He's just about to start leading her in when the final one finally cuts in, looking straight at Jayden the whole time without even glancing at her.
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"Hold up buddy. What's with the mask?" He asks accusingly as his hand drifts to his belt, narrowing his eyes at Jaden as he starts to walk forwards.
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The first two League officers cringe and hurriedly look away from Jayden's faux scars, Xenon can't help but mentally applaud the slapdash ploy as she tosses a glare at the third officer for his supposed insensitivity. But the guy was obviously a veteran, he doesn't even flinch upon seeing these false scars, but he does relax his guard. "No problems here kid. Move along."
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And just like that they're in, the "veteran" trainer and the "rookie" being escorted in by that plucky young League official and led towards the medical tents. It doesn't take all too much effort to lose him in the throng of very real injured people and Pokemon, if he was as dumb as Xenon believed him to be then he'd spend at least a few minutes looking around for her to make sure she saw a medic, if he was slightly less dumb he'd spend those minutes looking for her than realize he got utterly duped and raise the alarm. Either way she had bought time for them, time she would have no problems capitalizing on as she grabs Jayden by the wrist and leads him out of the medical tents and towards the center of camp.
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"Good work with the fast scars, your friend's trick I'm guessing?" Her eyes flick towards the Zoroark hanging in his shadow, how she managed to spot that thing when it was so well hidden was anyone's guess. "How experienced are you with infiltration and subterfuge? Don't answer that, I'm going to give you the rundown of how these League bases are usually set up in war zones."
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"Contrary to popular belief, intelligence tents aren't set up in the center next to the commander's tent. Medical tents are always dead center, both to keep them safe in case of an attack and to act as an emergency barracks that can deploy anywhere in the camp as fast as possible in case of emergency. Intelligence tents are kept closer to the entrance that way couriers can get in and out as fast as possible, meaning we already passed the thing while we were being led in by that chump. Here we are by the way." By the time she's done talking they're already at the entrance to the intelligence area, there were only a few desk jockeys around right now which made Xenon's job so much easier. "Unfortunately for you, I'm gonna have to dump the hard job on you while I dig around for anything we can use, lookout duty. If things gotta go loud then scream or something, otherwise I'm digging through dirty laundry."
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A bone deep chill sets into Xenon's arm as she pulls Jayden along, yet she does not let go, not until she's lead the man to where they need to go. She recognizes the cold but she does not recoil, for a frost like this is hardly worth mentioning when compared to that tempestuous disaster, the calamity of rime that took this arm in the first place. She did her makeup and prosthetic work well, but fake skin peels back under the touch of the cold to reveal even colder metal underneath, a clawed gauntlet where flesh and blood once was. It is only when they've arrived that she lets go, not one second before and not one second after.
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This is the path to the future she's leading him down after all, she'd be a poor guide to let go so soon.
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As for his rank within the organization. Well she's made it no secret just how little she cares for things like position or authority, she only respected the strong.
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As soon as he gives the go she's off, ducking into the intelligence tent and beelining it towards the fanciest looking desk as nonchalantly as she can. It's good that they're in an active warzone right now, with couriers running in and out dropping letters and encoded dossiers, a light sprint through the tent is hardly even noticed as she leans over and starts sorting through papers. A few catch her eye and she snatches them up for closer inspection, lines of attack leading through newly discovered portions of the ruins, solid points of ambush for any Rocket grunt stupid enough to get caught.
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And all it takes are a few lines of ink to throw all those plans into disarray as she draws up new plans of attack, totally nonsensical routing to anyone with half a brain. The way things were plotted out now, squads would be attacking absolutely nothing, random trap filled corridors that they had already mapped, possibly even each other if they were stupid enough.
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All in all it took her two minutes forty seven seconds to sabotage this camp's entire plan of attack for the rest of the campaign. Two minutes and forty seven seconds for Jayden to completely annihilate any shot of getting out of here quietly as he stood beside three frozen sculptures of what were once League officers, faces petrified in eternal fear.
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"...I... found a lot yeah. A lot less of it is gonna be useful after we get out of here, but its salvageable." For a moment she considers reminding him about what she said not even three minutes ago about screaming if things need to go loud... but what the hell, that's ancient fucking history. An iron monstrosity lands on the ground as Xenon releases her Iron Thorns, the mechanical kaiju roaring its fury to the high heavens and getting the attention of undoubtedly every single living person in the base, probably a few of the dead too as ghost type Pokemon phase through the tents.
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"Alright then Admin, show me how you made it to the top."
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Two Rockets versus an entire camp staffed with League Officers, the matchup was completely stilted, there was no chance for victory.
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Those poor League bastards never stood a ghost of a chance.
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Six Pokemon are released all at once, twelve are approaching from all sides, in a fraction of a second Xenon's claws start tapping out rapidfire commands as she channels the power of Infinity Energy into her claw. Argon or Chromium, which one which one. Her eyes dart to the left, Jayden is Mega Evolving his Gengar, can't seem like a copycat when you're trying to show off, Chromium it is.
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A cocoon of light envelops the Metagross as Thoron and Rhodium incinerate four of the attackers with a combination Flamethrower and Wild Charge, Jayden buys just enough time with his Sludge Wave for the Mega Evolution to complete. Four arms slam out with four different kinds of punches, another four of the attacking Pokemon are annihilated leaving four left. Indium is more than happy to set up for Terbium and Argon as he blasts two Pokemon with a hypnotic pattern, their fluttering eyes lead to the eternal sleep of death as the Gengar hits them with a deadly Night Shade, the Garchomp finishes the last two with a raging Dragon Rush. Six seconds have passed since the battle started, twelve Pokemon are dead at her hands.
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The cocky bitch can't help but look at Jayden with a smug grin. "Not a bad setup Admin. But don't tell me you plan on letting me have every single kill?"
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