Oscar remembered his mission on his way over to Asher, he was acting as assurance that Asher wasn't to be robbed when the Rockets appear. It was weird to be helping Asher and not actually being hired by him, but nevertheless he was glad he got to be a vital part of his ascension through high society. Oscar smiled as Asher greeted him, and for once it didn't look like it hurt him. It was probably the alcohol.

Normally Oscar would freak at Asher's jests about intimacy, but he was relaxed enough to just wince and roll his eyes. "Please, I'm above cabin boys. I am more of a captain's guy." He realized how 'being above' a cabin boy would sound but decided to ignore that. He heard a horn out in the distance. Oscar found a spot to look out and saw three more yachts coming toward Asher's.

Oscar chuckled, "It seems you guests have arrived. They'll need to 'park' close enough for the Rockets to reach. Might as well take what's on them and their boats." Oscar was excited, he loved operations like this and couldn't wait to see the look on these rich fucks when they lost everything.

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Oscar grinned, that's what he wanted to hear. He cracked his knuckles and turned toward his employer, "Let's get started then. I'd hate to keep your guests waiting." 

The party was quite a success, although most 'rich people' parties were. As soon as his wealthy acquaintances stepped onto Asher's boat they began to drink and be merry. Not a care in the world, they were just so above it all. Gave Oscar conniptions. Whenever pressed Oscar would introduce himself as Asher's bodyguard, and as such he tended to stay close to his charge. After all, those Rockets could show up at any minute. 

Speak of the devil, after a few hours of revelry it was reported that an unknown boat was approaching. Oscar assured any concerned parties that it was probably just some latecomers. The unknown boat skid onto its side and slammed into Asher's yacht rather roughly. Oscar winced, Asher wasn't going to be happy about that. 

Before long the crew of that boat appeared on the party floor, startling the guests with their black attire and bandannas. The only one without a bandanna stepped forward with his two mightyenas and addressed the gathering, "Hey folks don't mean to interrupt. Just give us everything you have on your person and we'll be on our way. And don't think about running, we'd hate to get blood on this beautiful deck." The crew began going around, demanding whatever valuables the guests had. The man with the mightyenas began to approach Asher, but Oscar stepped in to intercept. "Hey."

"Hey." The man grinned, "We'd like your belongings please. Everything you have on you." Oscar looked to make sure the other guests weren't looking before pantomiming giving something to the man. The man sneered, "Ha, funny joke. Now you best follow my orders or I am going to have to get violent." His mightyenas growled at Oscar. Oscar was about to tell this grunt off, when something occurred to him. They didn't present themselves as Rocket, nor did any of them have their uniforms on. Oscar looked to Asher, his eyes wide from his realization. 

These guys weren't Rocket.

Oscar looked back to the man, "Right, sorry about that." He reached behind himself, and pulled a pokeball from his belt. He gave the man a wink before opening the ball. Out from it came Ku, Oscar's trusted Kommo-o companion from Alola. As the pokemon emerged, the mightyena attacked. Ku was quick though, swinging to his master's front to block their bites with his scaly hide. Oscar cackled, "You guys have no idea how badly this is going to suck for you!"

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Ku rampaged side by side with Asher's cosmic rocks, beating down any pokemon that dared to get in his way. Every one of these pirates were mediocre trainers at best, their pokemon vicious but not disciplined. Ku dragon clawed his way through them, his scales sounding like the screams of the damned as the clanged together. Several times he would lead attackers into the direct fire of Asher's rocks, being blasted into submission before they could cause any damage. It was a vicious assault, one that would drain the pirates of their meager teams quickly. As withdrew pokemon after pokemon, the pirates quickly realized they were outmatched by the well trained team of three and ran for their boat. 

The apparent leader ran as well, but Oscar was quick. He snapped his fingers and Ku turned his attention to the fleeing captain. Intercepting the man's charge, Ku subdued him with a swing of his armored head (headbutt). The captain dropped like a brick, his nose clearly broken and his mouth missing a few teeth. Oscar walked over to the captain and tsked, "I hope he's learned a valuable lesson from this. Anyway, off he goes." Ku hefted the unconscious captain over his shoulders and unceremoniously dumped him overboard. 

Oscar watched the pirate ship sail away, "Hey Asher, you think one of your guys can take care of that? Ku doesn't have the range." Oscar let Asher decide if the boat deserved to be spared or not while he attended to the 'guests'. Rocket was still supposed to appear, so it was bets to make sure everyone was alive. Luckily the pirates dropped 90% of the valuables they took before running, guess it wasn't worth hauling.  Oscar was about to see how Asher was doing when suddenly-- 

"FREEZE IN THE NAME OF ROCKET!"

Oscar looked to the other side of the deck, and sure enough a platoon of Rocket grunts appeared in full uniform. Lead by... "Oh fuck sake, come on!" God damn Steve. Steve was the worst, real traditionalist when it comes to this stuff. Makes Rocket look like a bunch of clowns. Mother fucker dead ass began doing the whole "To protect the wolrd from..." bla bla bla, pissed Oscar the fuck off. Oscar had to hide his face, he was just so embarrassed. They brought way more fire power though, more pokemon than fucking Mightyene that's for sure. Ku very halfheartedly 'lost' to a Machoke and the grunts began going around gathering the extremely exasperated guests' valuables. They didn't even put up a fight, they were mostly just tired of this whole affair. Oscar did his part, pretending to be mugged by fucking Seve, and when Oscar tried to keep him away from Asher Steve got the message not to mug him. Oscar eventually relented of course, and Steve pretended to mug Asher before going through the guests' yachts. Once they were finished they jumped onto their boat and sailed away, and the unhappy guests soon followed suit.

When everything winded down Oscar sipped on some champagne next to Asher. The night was young, but it felt like this took hours. "That--was fucking horrible. I mean I have never seen such a display in my life. I dunno who fucking sent Steve but they can fuck themselves. Fucking Steve." Sure that was a travesty, but the mission was more or less a success. That's what counted at least. Oscar looked to Asher, "So what now?"

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Ah yes, the bar. Oscar nearly forgot this little proposition. Oscar chuckled as he sipped his drink, Asher's terms were satisfying. Perhaps even generous. Oscar wasn't in it for the profit, he wanted to practice his leadership skills and establish himself within Rocket. As long as he made progress to either of those, any deal would work. Oscar looked to Asher, "These terms sound more than reasonable. You know me well enough by now to realize I don't tend to disappoint. This won't be an exception. You have my word."

Oscar pointed his glass out to Asher, "Once you have a contract written up I'll happily sign. For now let's celebrate a job well done. Even if it took some strange turns, a success is a success. And to that, I'll toast." Oscar finished his drink and let out a satisfied sigh. His body relaxed, his challenges for the day were done. Now he could unwind.

Oscar gave Asher a coy look, he had a jest prepared to lighten the mood. "So um, about those cabin boys..." 

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