Oliver wasn't entirely happy with the outcome of the latest battles. Mossdeep was successfully defended, Sootopolis a mixed bag, and Petalburg lost. A fairly even exchange. And still no word on a couple of lingering questions about other legendaries or the strange cat like telepathic Pokemon.  Also, the giant Regirock and the three toxic chain Pokemon were a concern. Sure, the Regirock did go back to normal, but it was also in Rocket's hands. Kanto's Rockets being here was not a good sign. They were ruthless. And needed to pour over confirmed reports over who all was here. The red headed punk wasn't sure if there was a plan for a counterattack somewhere. Or if there was another way he could throw some weight around.

Sadly, he was relegated to delivering supplies and such. This was a huge annoyance. Sure, his Dragonite was obnoxiously fast, and they were well used to similar operations, but he couldn't help but feel like his talents were being a little bit wasted. Why wasn't he in Oldale Town to skirmash with Rocket? He knew well that logistics often won wars more often than not, and maybe he will be reassigned to the front when they were ready, or Rocket made another move. Right now, he was resting at a cafe in Mauville, with his best buddy of a dragon next to him, slurping on a treat of his own. He really wanted to start trading notes with people, and find out more about what's going on...

Josh Devlin