Back in the day, Slateport had one of the finest shipyards in all of Hoenn. If you wanted a quality ship, boat, or dingy, there was only one place to find it. Right here at the old shipyard. Times change though, when Slateport expanded they built a fancy new shipyard closer to the harbor and left the old one to be a glorified warehouse. Sure, it still saw use but over time the poor thing was neglected and stands as nothing more than a symbol of the past. Full of spare boat parts. Like lots of them. Going to waste. Until tonight at least.

Beyond the vaguely organized piles of scrap and boat skeletons taking almost every inch of space on the floor, the warehouse was empty. Void of life, or so it seemed. Close to the ceiling, a Dewpider hopped from beam to beam, scanning the warehouse below for any snoopers and meddlers. The coast seemed clear, it crept down the wall and shuffled its way to a large roller shutter on the eastern side of the building. It crawled back up the wall and began fiddling with a padlock that kept the thing closed. It stood no chance against its needle-like legs. The pad lock fell and the Dewpider smacked the shutter before jumping back to the floor. In a matter of seconds, the shutter roared to life and lifted to reveal the open rear end of a moving truck and a dashing man.

Oscar stepped forward, discarding a sucker he had been nursing for hours. After looking around briefly he chuckled with delight. “It’s perfect! Look at all of this homeless steel. Good job pal.” He patted his Dewpider on the noggin. “Keep watch.” The Dewpider gave Oscar a salute before skittering out of the warehouse. Oscar took out a pokeball and opened it. Out came his Sevpier, who gave a triumphant battle hiss before realizing there was nothing to chomp. Oscar snapped his fingers, “Chop as much steel as you can with your tail and drag it back here. Get to it we have about an hour.” Seviper narrowed its eyes at its master, looking back and forth between him and the warehouse. Oscar rolled his eyes, “Don’t be like that, you know you’ll get extra poffins after this if you work hard.” Seviper let out a disgruntled sigh, it wanted to protest but how could it turn down poffins? It begrudgingly got to work, slinking into the warehouse in search of steel to salvage. Oscar rubbed his chin and looked about. It had only now occurred to him that he had lost track of his partner in this mission.
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