Oscar watched the first wave of Genesect fly into the city, nonreactive as they began dropping like dominoes. There would have been a time where Oscar would have been distraught by so many initial losses, but these Kanto Genesect were a dime-a-dozen. It was almost comical really, how very disposable they were. From truly unique creations to as expendable as any other bug pokemon, Oscar could not help but chuckle at the irony.

They were glorified scouts, bait for whatever defenses the League had prepared. Oscar and Elisabeth Fiorelli had determined ahead of time which angle would prove the most strategically viable for their Genesect army to enter through. This thicket was both predictable yet spatially limited, so that while resistance could be expected it would at the very least be light.

While Oscar could visually confirm some sort of safeguard effort, he could not visually identify the threat. He tapped his boot onto the head of Genesect Prime, its hoverboard form thus far providing a useful vantage point for Oscar's evaluation. "Prime, take a scan and identify our target."

Prime was unresponsive at first. It had been preoccupied, observing the demise of its fellow Genesect with astute focus. They were like mindless drones, lambs to the slaughter for a mild strategic advantage. Normally such sacrifices would be foolish, but behind them even now stood countless others ready to replace their fallen comrades. More drones to thoughtlessly follow orders.

Prime's mind kept returning to the night before, where it made a dreadful error in judgement. The memories kept coming back in flashes, a barely cohesive string of actions that would lead to one fateful moment. Its master had been hiding something. Interactions with other members of its kind had revealed the truth bit by bit, but it had no idea how deep the rabbit hole went. Not until it found the archived notes of Project Genesis...

"Prime! Scan for our target!" Oscar's tone was assertive, he was clearly not in the mood for any unforeseen shenanigans. Prime restricted its train of thought, fulfilling its master's wishes by taking a thermal scan of the trees below (Analytic). The organic perpetrators would be easy to identify, and Prime would beep loudly to confirm their presence.

Oscar nodded, chuckling lowly as he solidified his resolve. He had never been one to feel self-assured in battle, but within this moment he felt more capable than ever before. Gone was the Oscar that lay broken before wannabe gods, his former strength as foreign as the furthest reaches of Ultra Space. He was perfectly supplied to showcase why he has lasted so long within Rocket's ranks, and the devilish scientist planned to take full advantage of his wartime resources.

Oscar tapped Prime again, "Let's say hello." The Genesect rumbled as its cannon charged, emitting a glorious silver light. Moments later, the cannon would erupt with unfathomable power, smashing through the treeline toward their mysterious enemy (Techno Blast (Steel)). As smoke and fire erupted through the leaves, Prime and Oscar would quickly descend to locate their opponent.

Notes:
--Oscar's fit (minus the fetus jar)
--Genesect Prime used its Analytic software to locate DESIREE BLOOMS , and fired a Techno Blast in her general direction. It then descended with Oscar to engage her directly.

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Through smoke and shadow Oscar and Prime would descend, just as Desiree requested. As his target came into view, Oscar could not help but let out a chuckle--distorted by the voice changing technology within his mask. It was both quaint and fitting to find a fresh faced gym leader, no doubt believing that the defense of Petalburg was a necessary part of her glorified coaching job. He noted that he should grab a badge off of her corpse once this was all through.

Oscar raised his arms into mocking shrug as the pink haired lass cried her crocodile tears and spoke of stakes. Oscar responded in kind, his distorted voice crackling with every bitter syllable. "Why must your kind stand in our way? Hoenn is poisoned by the incompetence of your League, and it needs to be purged if the region is going to be saved. Your 'higher stakes' would be trivial if Rocket were at the helm."

The reflection of the growing flames bounced across Oscar's mask, its stalwart expression of destined death staring down at Desiree. He found her apparent fury amusing, Oscar had yet to do anything to her directly yet the hatred within her eyes was unmistakable. That was alright, in this moment Oscar hated her too. As far as he was concerned, she was a frivolous obstacle. A complete waste of his most valuable resource: time.

Oscar's lax appreciation of his opponent's flaring emotions would allow the forest's warden to make the next move. Oscar grunted as the Florges built up a storm of petals, tapping on Prime's head once again. "Get out of the way."

Prime had been fixated on the body of a nearby Genesect, split in half no doubt thanks to their current foe. It was crawling in place, hopelessly attempting to reach Petalburg. It was so single minded in its endeavor, was it aware that it was as good as dead? No, unlike Prime and its siblings these Genesect had no mind at all beyond their directives. Yet they were very likely created using the same methods...

Prime's mind returned to the night before, the details of its late odyssey replaying in vivid detail. Prime had abused the freedom allowed by Oscar to enter the sub, and then exploited the trust Rocket had in it to reach the laboratories uncontested. The labs were all spotless and sterile, but Prime knew that the dark answers it sought were held within their walls. It just had to dig deep enough...

As Prime refused to respond, Oscar would groan as the deluge of petals would quickly fall upon them. Oscar had no choice to jump off of Prime, they were at least close enough to the ground to allow such a maneuver. Oscar rolled as he hit the ground below, settling into a kneeling position before looking up at Prime. He would have preferred it to avoid damage entirely, but nevertheless Oscar was confident that Prime could easily weather this storm.

As the petals cut across Prime's body, it would awake from its day dream. It swayed back and forth in a brief panic, attempting to re-calibrate where it was and what was happening. As its eyes focused in on the attacking Florges, Prime would regain its composure and unfurl out of its hover form. Gravity pulled Prime downward through the storm, and it would slam one of its claws into the soil to brace its kneeling landing. As the storm faded above its head, Prime would slowly rise to its full height. Its paint was chipped across its body, yet it seemed no less determined to fight. Oscar walked up behind Prime, satisfied in his champion's ability to endure. They were a lot alike in that way--though opposites since Oscar was not made of steel and Prime had very little emotional stability. Point was, they were able to withstand incredible hardship and come out the other side stronger. Their continued partnership was a testament to the invincible spirit of progress.

As Desiree asserted another request for them to withdraw, Oscar would provide a curt answer: "No."

Prime charged forward, its claws poised to slam upon the enemy Florges with maximum ferocity (Fell Stinger).

Notes
--Oscar's Fit
--Prime was riddled with razor sharp petals but endured the onslaught. It landed on the ground and attacked Florges with Fell Stinger.

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DESIREE BLOOMS

Prime pulled back as his strikes rip through the delicate flower. With a fluid jerk of its arms, it would fling the blood that dripped off of its claws toward the ground. Oscar stared forward as the deluded woman claimed that she would take their lives. It was pitiful really, and Oscar would not humor her with a response. She was just a bump in the round, undeserving of further interest.

As the Florges prepared another attack, Oscar would provide Prime with a simple instruction. "Push through and end this shit show." Prime obeyed its master's orders, standing still as the Moonblast hurtled toward its position. The beam smashed into the Genesect, pushing it back as its magical power attempted to burn it into ash. However, Prime's Steel body endured against the flushed blast. As it weathered the attack, its systems would begin adjusting itself to further endure the move's strength (Download).

Prime then began to stomp forward, striding through the beam as if it were nothing more than a heavy wind. It stood tall, displaying its indomitable power for all to see. The genesect platoons that watched from above had no emotions to speak of, yet something deep within their diseased programming flickered briefly as they watched the first of their kind boldly march through what had killed so many beforehand. It would be inspirational, if only they could feel such a thing.

As Prime reached its target, it would not hesitate to attempt a finishing blow. A cold, thoughtless slice toward the Florges's face would surely bring this battle to a brisk conclusion (Fell Stinger). An unceremonious end, just as a drone deserved.

Notes
--Oscar's fit.
--Prime tanked the Moonblast and marched toward the Florges to hopefully deliver another Fell Stinger.

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DESIREE BLOOMS

The Florges fell, and Prime would imprudently step over its mangled body. It still had work to do, this trainer would need to be dispatched in order to proceed toward the city. Yet as Prime approached, the woman would flee--challenging Prime and Oscar to follow. Prime stopped, watching the woman run deeper into the woods. It saw no reason to chase her, she has taken herself out of the equation. They may now freely enter the city.

Oscar chuckled as he passed by the encroaching flames, unfazed by the inferno's growing reach. As he reached Prime, he would tap the cyborg on the head with his knuckles. "Go into hoverboard form, we can keep up with her easily from the air." Prime turned to face its master, tilting its head at his peculiar request. There was no need to further pursue the girl, yet Oscar wished to anyway?

Indeed, Oscar was not done with Desiree. Having a gym leader on the back-foot had filled him with a sadistic glee, it would be such a shame to let an opportunity to further break down a League underling go to waste. Yet Prime did not understand its master's motive, and it would point toward the city in protest.

Oscar scoffed, dropping his wartime persona for but a moment. "What's the deal dude? I gave you an order, fuckin' do it." Prime lowered its arm, pausing as it attempted to once more understand its master's logic. Perhaps it was just human nature to be barbarous within times of war. Prime found it--distasteful. It reminded it too much of the drones, mindlessly committing violence for its own sake. However, Prime trusted its master and would do as it was told.

It compressed itself into Hoeverboard mode, allowing Oscar to mount its flattened back. As Oscar stepped aboard, he would raise a hand to his ear and press into a communication device. "All Genesect platoons should proceed forward. The way is clear." The idle swarm sprang to life, flying above the canopy toward Petalburg's borders. Meanwhile, Prime would rise into the air and take off after the fleeing woman (Magnet Rise).

The duo flew past crumbling trees and seething flames, easily locating their target as she aimlessly charged. As they hovered above her, Oscar would begin taunting their foe. "Look at her go! I wonder where she is trying to run off to, considering all the fire in the way!" Oscar laughed, with Prime leisurely keeping pace with Desiree. "Let's help her along, Magnet Bomb! Attack style B--no, C." Prime followed directions, its head tilting downward slightly to allow a salvo of rockets to launch from its cannon.

Attack style C called for the rockets to be aimed around the target, rather than directly at it. This would cause the resulting explosions to corral Desiree forward, hopefully increasing her panic. Oscar laughed at the display, relishing in his chance to torment what he saw to be a haughty fool--in over her head. "Feel free to give up whenever! You have no chance of escaping, you might as well be dead already! Prime, faster! I wanna be right on her tail!" Prime attempted to increase its speed, hovering within a claw's distance of Desiree's heels. "Look at what your loyalty has done for you! Would you say it's been worth it?! Pathetic!"

As what could barely be called a chase continued, Prime would reflect upon the cruelty of mankind. It did not understand why its master delighted in such pointless endeavors, nor why humanity as a whole tended to enjoy frivolous brutality. It had always known its master to be kind, although he has always been pragmatically efficient when it came to dispatching their enemies. This savage undertaking was unlike Oscar, Prime pondered what could have changed.

Perhaps--nothing at all.

Notes
--Oscar's fit.
--Prime is ready to depart for the city once Desiree runs off, but Oscar had other plans. Prime is commanded to give chase, and while it was reluctant it would eventually follow orders. As they chased Desiree, Oscar would use his rare position of power to taunt the fleeing gym leader. Prime is confused by this unusually cruel display, and reflects on why Humanity as a whole seemed to enjoy violence.
--With Desiree distracted, Oscar dispatched the rest of the Genesect army to Petalburg.

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DESIREE BLOOMS

As expected, their prey would eventually be cornered. As Desiree came to a stop, so too did Prime. As the flames roared around them, Oscar would slide off of Prime's back, and the Genesect would unfurl into its regular form. Standing several feet from the trapped gym leader, the duo acted as an impenetrable barrier. There was no escape.

By now Oscar's fiendish delight had faded. He had believed Desiree to be the epitome of everything that was wrong with the League, but now he saw the truth. She was a worthless pawn, a truly pitiful fatality of the League's rigid morality. She continued to speak drivel at Oscar, no doubt a vain attempt to get him to show mercy. Unfortunately he was unmoved, resolute in his own beliefs. He was unwilling to listen to any more of her unfounded bile, "We're done here, finish her."

Prime was more than happy to move on from here. This whole misadventure had been a waste of their time, and as it began to reflect on humanity's cruelty it now found itself with a great need to reexamine the character of its master. In the end it always believed Oscar knew best, but his judgement tended to degrade in quality when given the opportunity to feel powerful. This could lead to problems in the future, if they were not careful.

Or perhaps it would lead to problems now.

Prime had taken only a step before being met with a brilliant light. Neither it nor Oscar noticed Desiree pull out the pokeball from her fateful box, and thus the introduction of a brilliantly shining pokemon took them both by surprise. Oscar was forced to briefly shield his eyes, raising his arm to lessen the intensity of the newcomer's glow. Prime stared dead on, unsure what to make of this powerful presence. Oscar lowered his arm as his eyes grew acclimated to the light, his expression displaying a twinge of uncertainty from behind his mask. He had no idea what this thing was--and that would instill the seed of fear.

"Kill it!" He commanded abruptly. "Kill it now!" Prime's cannon charged, once again unleashing a Techno Blast against its new mysterious foe.

Notes
--See a previous post for Oscar's fit.
--Genesect uses Techno Blast on its amazing new opponent! Only good things can come of this.

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DESIREE BLOOMS

It was more than likely that Prime could have held its own against this legendary geode, but that went out the window was soon as it Mega Evolved. If Desiree could have seen Oscar's face behind his mask as the mega stone was held aloft, it would have made all of her pain worthwhile. Oscar had stared down literal gods, fought within multiple war fronts, and faced death numerous times--but he had never before felt such fear as when he witnessed the Diancie cut through Prime's Techno Blast.

Prime too was taken aback, completely unprepared as the volley of diamonds came hurtling toward it. They had sliced so cleanly, right through one of the most powerful pokemon attacks in existence. As the diamonds raged against Prime's armor, it would struggle to withstand the power of love. Even as it Downloaded the Diancie's strength in order to adjust its own, it could only confirm matching a fraction of this incredible energy.

Prime's body deflected the stones, but Oscar could still feel the force behind the attack from his position. It was awe inspiring, and absolutely terrifying. The storm faded, and as Oscar looked upon Prime's scratched up armor he could not help but shake as every ounce of confidence drained from his body. Prime hunched slightly, struggling to adjust its posture after such a titanic blow. Oscar staggered backward--were they screwed?

His secret weapon weighed heavily within his suit pocket. Oscar had hoped not to use it but this--thing was too much...

No, Oscar had only brought it as an emergency precaution. There was no way Prime could not stand up to this creature, not when it has had the upper hand this entire time. Oscar clenched his fists, laughing at the woman's request for his name. "Screw you and your diamond. Prime, unleash your true strength!"

Prime had not mastered the technique requested by Oscar, but it would nevertheless attempt it with all of its remaining strength. It could not fall here, not when it was duty bound to protect its master. Prime may not comprehend love, but it still understood loyalty. Prime let out a screech as its body exuded a peculiar power, as ancient as the Infinity Energy that surged through Diancie. Chunks of earth would begin ripping themselves away, floating around the screeching cyborg. These packed rocks grew tighter and tighter, an aura of primordial strength forcing them into long lost forms. When this power as at its apex, Prime thrust out its claw to send the rocks careening toward Diancie and its trainer.

Notes
--See above posts for Oscar's fit.
--Mega Diancie scares the shit out of Oscar and damages Prime, yet Oscar refuses to use the Dark Drive just yet. Instead he commands Prime to use Ancient Power in retaliation.

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DESIREE BLOOMS