A gym bro would be nice. It'd be no Adrian Malcolm, but it'd be nice. Still, memories of the Three Days War flash in the admin's mind and cause him to tremble. These were aliens and destroyers. To use one like this was a worrisome thing. The admin frowned and scratched his chin.

He could put it to work at the farm.

"Thanks, as for the Cacnea and whatnot..." The admin sucked his teeth in thought, before scratching the back of his head. A lot were wounded and several had perished. "We'll take them back with us. Throw as many into the car as possible, catch the rest."

They'd make fine guards for the farm.

With Petalburg's warfront soon approaching, they would find good purpose. The rift to the desert was in Petalburg, meaning that when the city was theirs, this world would make a fine asset.

All for Rocket.

"Here." Howard tossed a chain of unused Pokeballs to Adrian. "Start catching."

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Adrian Malcolm