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Having had enough of the Ultra Deep Sea to last him the rest of his life - although in practicality he realized he would likely only get a week or two of reprieve before the need for more extraction would be required - Beau had cajoled Jack to join him in the RKS Simulation once more, because surely after the events of their last mission, they deserved a break.
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As he materialized, the sensation more familiar to him at this point but no less unnerving, he realized that maybe this wasn't the break he thought it would be. "What the- is this a pokemon cycle?" he exclaimed, bewildered, as he briefly swerved, having appeared mid-drive. "What the hell, I want one!"
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A roaring noise behind him caused him to turn his head, and he went white at the sight of the cataclysmic lava flow hot on his tail. No wonder this thing was booking it. "Uh, nope, not doing that!" Faced with a fork in the road, he swerved hard to the left, banking on the thick foliage and underbrush to hold off the approach of the lava.
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Frowning in consternation, Beau looked around in confusion as the surroundings glitched and flickered, resolving into a rocky vista with an angry lava-hued Dialga barreling right toward them. He yelped, releasing Nemo from his pokeball and hurriedly holding his Mega Bracelet aloft.
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The Swampert was surrounded and broke free of the shimmering cocoon of energy in the space of seconds, and with a shouted command from Beau, moved to PROTECT the pair, a flickering shield materializing as the temporal pokemon hurled itself against it with a force that shook the stone they stood on.
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Beau gritted his teeth, readying for another attack, and turned toward Jack, tense. "Hold out, we just gotta hold out, it's gonna warp us outta here, right, brah?"
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He hoped.
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Being transported between simulations was never not disorienting, but even Beau found himself particularly confused at where he found himself when the proverbial dust had settled.
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Slateport, he recognized, but not in this state of bedlam. More concerning was the fact that he was standing just outside one of the Pokemon Centers, and said Center was currently devoid of power and missing several windows. Torben was a reassuring presence at his side, but the numerous black-clad Rockets behind him were decidedly not.
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He tensed to turn and send Torben into the fray, but frustratingly, his body wouldn't respond. He glanced down to find that he was dressed in the same Rocket uniform, and blanched. Had the system really put him on the wrong side of things? This had to be a defect. Why couldn't he move?
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And then he was moving, though not of his own volition. He led the charge against the Pokemon Center, Torben smashing through the door as though it were tinfoil before Beau leapt in behind him. The interior was dark, patrons and their pokemon huddled into corners of the lobby. These were easy pickings for the other Grunts, but Beau had his eyes on the Nurse behind the counter, trembling.
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He strode up with a crooked grin, and it was his voice that spoke, but with a horrible amused cadence.
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"Hey there, cutie," he drawled, sliding his hands into his pockets and leaning on the counter, almost disinterested. "Why don't you pack up the critters in treatment and hand them over? Then we c'n see about gettin' you out of all this mess. Easier to leave when you have a friend," he grinned widely, holding his hand out.
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The Nurse shook her head vehemently, one arm extending to reach for something beneath the counter.
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Beau's hand shot out faster than lightning, gripping the back of the woman's head and slamming it hard enough into the counter that the veneer cracked. A small pool of blood spread from the woman's hidden face, and she crumpled, sliding to the floor.
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"Wrong answer," he quipped smoothly. "Guess we'll make a manual withdrawal."
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The main processing room of the Pokemon Center was little challenge once Beau actually arrived, and it didn't take long at all before he emerged from the wrecked door of the building, toting a heavy case with Torben carrying two more behind him.
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He caught sight of Jack walking back up the road from what looked like a good time and greeted the man with a proud lift of his chin, indicating the case in his hand.
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"Job's done," he quipped callously. "Time to beat it, Boss is out."
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And like that, he's striding down the street, his Grunts filing out of the Pokemon Center with their own loot. Notably, those who were trapped inside the building do not follow.
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The gorge rose in Beau's throat as the scene around him shifted and reformed, and it wasn't because of the transportation, this time. Had that been him, really? Could that have been him if he'd been a member of Rocket?
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Shuddering, he patted himself down, clawing at his own clothing until he looked down and realized he was in his usual attire and not the uniform of a Rocket officer. Turning his head, he caught sight of Torben looking equally disgusted, with a skewer of dango in one huge paw. Wait, dango? Where the hell did he pick that up?
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Looking around, he determined that they were within the grounds of a festival, and as he cautiously made his way through the crush of people, he bumped square into a slight festival-goer in a strange green mask. "W-whoa," he exclaimed, holding his hands up defensively - still not over the events of the previous simulation. "Sorry about that, little brah!"
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Torben loomed as the small figure struggled to stand mutely, bending over and offering the dango to the other party. The green-masked figure took the treat cautiously, sizing it up from behind its mask. "You alright?"
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