Oscar's expression showed surprise before quickly adjusting to satisfaction. Yes this was good, if it were any other kind of mission he would be ill-equipped. He was asked to bring an assault team after all. And moreover Oscar would be leading the charge? A few months ago that would have made Oscar extremely nervous, but he was ready for this moment. He had been waiting for a chance to prove himself, all he good hope to do was perform and hope he did well.

Oscar began right away, pulling a ball out and releasing Ku the Kommo-o. Ku was about to stretch, but Oscar quickly grabbed his snout. It was a signal he taught him to stand very still, as not to make too much noise with his scales. Ku froze, waiting patiently for his master's orders. Oscar spoke firmly, "The next time you emerge from your pokeball I need you to use Boomburst. Do not hesitate for a second, is that understood?" Ku nodded slowly, careful not to clang his scales. With that confirmation, Oscar withdrew Ku and let out his other five soldiers.

Tonight his squad consisted of: Puffnstuff (hydreigon), Wrath (empoleon), Zygarl (scizor), Xyler (yanmega), and Grievous (blaziken). Oscar up a finger to his lips to indicate that he needed quiet before briefly thinking of a plan. He spoke it plainly, pointing to each of his soldiers as he detailed their role, "I am not sure what to expect but I am anticipating a fairly difficult battle. Puff and Wrath, you are our main attackers. Every pokemon you face needs to be beaten within an inch of their lives or killed outright. Do not hold back. Xyler you are on air support, make sure Puff and Wrath don't get overwhelmed. You're also in charge of any flying opponents. Zygarl, you're the quickest so you need to make sure no humans escape. Beat them down if you need to. In fact fuck it just beat down every human you see, what are they going to do? Fight back? Try not to kill them though we might need them. Grievous, you're sticking with my as a guard. You'll be backup if anyone needs it. We good?" 

His pokemon nodded, they had gotten used to these long order lists by now, everyone understood their role. Oscar looked to Ku's pokeball, "That just leaves Ku." He gave one last look to Gavin before heading down the hill, waving for his pokemon to follow. They crept behind him, trying their best not to make any noise. It was hardest for Wrath, fucker was heavy so stepping lightly wasn't really possible. Soon Oscar stood just a few feet away from the warehouse's door. It was probably barred or locked or something, most of these groups weren't keen on letting people just waltz in. He looked up to the windows above the door and aimed to throw his pokeball. Wouldn't be hard, he used to throw rocks through windows just like these as a kid in Kanto. He reared back, took a deep breath, and threw the ball.

He still had it, crashed right through. Could you imagine if he missed? Fuck that would have been hysterical. Tragic as he probably would have died but super funny. Oscar stepped back a bit as he heard the noise of a pokeball opening through the smashed window. He also heard a man start yelling something right before the sound of a screaming god ripped through the building. What was left of the windows shattered, the very building cracked and moaned as the cacophonous shock wave tore through its dilapidated bones. The doors themselves burst open, releasing a blast of wind that nearly knocked Oscar off his feet. When everything died down, he peeked inside to find a large room full or scattered loot, reeling humans, and a very satisfied Kommo-o. Oscar gave Ku a thumbs up before snapping his fingers, queuing his team to begin their tasks.

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As their teams beat down the pirates' pokemon, Oscar side-eyed Gavin. His composure was perfect, the man radiated menace. So fffucking cool. They were on the same side, yet Oscar felt a twinge of dread being in his presence. He admired that dread, aspired to it. Perhaps Oscar would give off a similar aura one day. He could only hope.

Oscar smiled and quickly looked away, he didn't want to be caught staring at his superior. They were soundly dominating the pirates, the only one struggling being Xyler as he haphazardly battled a pair of golbats. He kept trying to Air Slash them, despite that attack's low accuracy. Oscar winced as he witnessed this and yelled to his yanmega, "Yo use Ancient Power dude! Fuck sake." Xyler did so, and the battle quickly turned in his favor. Oscar would say the one performing the best on his team was Zygarl, who was doing a splendid job of knocking out pirates. Oscar was so proud of his little Scizor, he had come a long way.

Oscar's eyes then rested on a large suspended room over on the other side of the warehouse. Must have been the manager's office or something. The windows were fogged, but he could swear he saw something moving toward them. Without warning the windows to the office shattered, a hulking figure flying forward. Oscar quickly recognized it as a Machamp, and realized too late that it was aiming to land on a distracted Wrath.

The machamp landed a clean Dynamic Punch as he landed, sending Wrath flying. It was a mighty blow to his weak spot, and despite still being conscious the proud Empoleon found that he could raise himself upon landing. Oscar sighed and returned him to his pokeball, "That was a dirty little trick." Oscar pulled off one of his gloves, revealing a ring with a mega stone. He nodded to Grievous, who immediately charged toward the Machamp. Half way to his opponent, Grievous was encased in energy and emerged as a Mega Blaziken. The machamp noticed the charging Grievous and prepared for Close Combat, only to be crushed into a wall by the impact of Grievous's Brave Bird. Grievous ripped up his opponent quickly, and once he was finished he began to help his comrades to quicken the raid. 

Oscar looked back to the office, "I wonder who's hiding up there."

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All his huh? Oscar smirked, it would be his pleasure. "Grievous." Grievous paused his beat down of a cacturne and returned to his master's side. Oscar climbed onto Grievous's back, a silly sight perhaps but hey he needed a ride. Oscar pointed to the collapsed roof, and Grievous bent down before leaping into the air. So precise was his jump, that his trajectory sent him effortlessly through the hole.

Oscar hopped off as soon as they landed, just in time to find a seviper waiting for them. It moved to strike, but Grievous crush clawed it into the wall before grabbing it by the neck and heaving it out a window. Now nothing stood between them and their target; a burly looking man standing behind a desk. His expression was determined, and yet the sweat on his brow told Oscar that this apparent captain was afraid. 

Oscar snapped his fingers, "Detain him." Grievous was over the desk before the man could think to make a move, pinning him to the wall with Grievous's mighty leg. The impact caused the man's head to bang against a window that stood behind him, cracking it slightly. Oscar shook his head, "How come you assholes always forget your place so easily? You have a little bit of success and suddenly think you can eat from the same table as Team Rocket. Please, you barely deserve the air we're sharing right now." The man growled a reply, his tone full of loathing, "Team Rocket is a shell of its former self. What little remains of your so called success was built on the backs of grunts that were tossed aside by a heartless leader! They deserve retribution!" Oscar narrowed his eyes, who was this guy? He paused for a long time, seemingly deep in thought. However, his only reply was, "Gee I really wished I cared." He snapped his fingers.

Grievous reared back before Sparta Blaze Kicking the poor bastard right through the window. He yelled as he fell, before hitting the ground with a crack. Oscar walked to the window and looked down. The man was still conscious, but clearly injured. He tried to get up, only to yell out as he grasped at his ribs. One or two probably cracked from the fall. Oscar leaned out and looked to Gavin, foregoing further action until he knew what his superior wanted to do with the captain.

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Oscar's expression softened, smiling slightly as Gavin handed him the reigns. He looked down upon the pathetic wounded captain, raving about the glory of the 'true rocket'. Made it pretty clear what had to be done, stupid bastard should have just kept his mouth shut. Oscar let out a deep sigh of contentment, "Well, it's just as you said. Rocket is dead." 

Oscar snapped his fingers, and Grievous jumped through the window. The captain had little time to react, realizing what was about to occur when it was too late. As Grievous landed, he brought down his blazing talons upon the captain's head, the impact killing him instantly (blaze kick). Oscar winced a bit, amused at the gruesome sight. "Perfect landing."

This mission was over, it was time to go. Oscar clapped his hands, "Wrap it up, incapacitate everyone." With their pokemon targets long defeated, Oscar's pokemon began making sure the remaining pirates were knocked out cold. While most would probably end up dead at some point, Oscar imagined Rocket could still find a use for these would-be usurpers. 

As he passed Gavin, Oscar gave him a nod of respect. He hoped he performed to his satisfaction. Oscar exited the office and walked down the stairs leading back to the warehouse floor, all while his pokemon beat down the remaining pirates. When every human was disabled one way or another, Oscar gathered his team. "Good job everyone, you've earned a good rest. Don't fall asleep in your balls, tonight's game night." He withdrew everyone and waited for Gavin to join him near the warehouse entrance.

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As Gavin asked his question, Oscar was mid-way through unwrapping a sucker. Throwing the wrapper on the ground, Oscar popped the lollipop in his mouth and spoke honestly, "Not really. I mean, in a way I suppose. I prefer to dominate others, I like to rake in the fear and panic as they realize how screwed they are. They can't do that if they're dead."

Oscar locked eyes with the underboses, "At the same time though, I know what's expected of me. I follow orders without hesitation, like a good soldier. I find satisfaction in that." Oscar chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, taking on a more casual tone, "Man the look on that asshole's face when Grievous jumped out the window though? Priceless. Saving that to my mind gallery."


He turned toward the door, "We should send someone to pick these chuckle fucks up, they could probably help find more rogue groups if any are around." As he opened the door for their exit, Oscar felt both relief and concern. Was his answer satisfactory? His performance? Oscar buried these questions deep within him, he wouldn't know the answers until he finally requested to become a Beast of Rocket. Until then, ignorance was bliss.

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