Everyone in the sub was on high alert. What appeared to be an old exec's Genesect turned loose went from one man's problem to everyone's. The damn thing was scurrying around in the vents!! A bug in the vents!! In a submarine, they could all die in a capsized ship if it got out of hand. If it even had the opportunity to panic and kill everyone.

He wasn't too familiar with some of the other Rockets, so he sent a quick text to one of the few he could remember, Killian Decker . If they could pounce on it here and now, that'd be that. And, he said as much in his text. It felt nerve-wracking already. The cost of failure was even steeper than the last time the two of them were on a mission together, and Jonah still had a lingering sense-memory; of Kill's cigarette smoke piercing the aromatic forest, even in this tightly packed sardine tin with a motor, where body odor clashed with cleaning chemicals like hydrogen peroxide.

One look in my eyes and you know what I came here for.

"--I wish I could get on land already." He whined, standing around. He wasn't so paranoid that he couldn't stand being on the sub, he just needed to smoke a cigarette without 30 people lining up to kick his ass. It wouldn't be one of the fancy ones, either; he had a pack of spearmint Paul Walls and a plastic lighter in one of his yellow jumpsuit pockets.

Take a look at my eyes and you know what I came here for.

Preparing for Genesect to come through at any moment, Jonah paused for a second. He'd never seen it before, but it sounded like a bug type. If he remembered his schooling correctly... He let loose his Unfezant. The crested bird sat next to him, gaudy and jittery just like him.

TL;DR: Jonah sets up camp and waits for Genesect, and calls for aid from Killian Decker.

Jonah Ferrara could be accurately described as a mess. Ontop of wearing the black uniform, he wore a bright yellow jumpsuit over it. Despite numerous claims that he could never sweat through the jumpsuit, it was a half-truth. The Rocket uniform wicked away moisture, sure, but it had nothing to do with the cause of the scent of sweat; the trace amounts of ammonia, salt, and urea found in sweat.

So, an @everyone accusing people of smelling unclean came as no surprise. Furthermore, he'd worked with Glitch a couple times, so he hadn't any hostility towards it. That was just how they communicated. Furthermore, back home, he did have an allegedly all-in-one liquid soap that he used for his hair, face, body, laundry, windows, killing dust mites, and cleaning floors. And a mattress with no bedframe. Jonah prepared for the meeting by grabbing a pair of underwear and black mesh shorts to wear after, holding them under an arm like an american football player.

Approaching the spread of hygiene products, Jonah's eyes lit up. "You really outdid yourself this time. I... wow!" He said to glitch maverick , eyeing a tower of bottles of conditioner for hair. He was in awe and slightly intimidated, like the apes in 2001 A Space Odyssey being met with the obelisk. His fuchsia hair looked lifeless when he peeled his beanie off. His single braid truly earned the colloquial name rat tail. Ever the selfish hog, he grabbed a cheri berry body wash, a rawst berry shampoo, and a conditioner that looked utterly foreign to him.

Running to the edge of the water, he slowly peeled the two layers of clothes off of himself and climbed in. He started to open the body wash bottle, and slathered what could be accurately described as a fistful all over his toned cyclist form. To rinse, he simply kicked his feet up and tried to make his body sink for a moment. He had the same warrior-monk calm about the whole thing that Miles Sharp had. He didn't even mind that someone sat on the sidelines watching. Well, so long as he stayed quiet.

The woman towered above either of the men. Smoldering in every sense of the word, commanding broad wings of fire that could even hold her aloft. She barked at Killian, with the intense “you should be ashamed of yourself” energy of an adult confronting some teen hellion going too far. However he responded, Jonah shuddered with anticipation. It was abundantly clear that he was faced with a power he couldn’t match or comprehend.

Wanna, wanna watch your eyes

The heat was still unbearable. The tights held firm and wicked away any sweat, but if he pushed his luck any more he’d faint. The fire had already swallowed much of the immediate area.

Dip them in a honey glass

Furthermore, she didn’t even pay any mind to him. The radio earpiece buzzed and clicked to life after a long period of inactivity; the fire brigade was on its way. In other words, the local authorities were on their way.

Mirror mine, Roll them high

With the news of the fire brigade on their way and Stormy putting her foot down, the only thing left to do was pack up his belongings, without making any sudden moves. He bent down and pulled up his yellow jumpsuit, slipping it back on but not zipping it up yet. He then took a knee, and scooped up the Torchic into his arms, obscuring the candy-red R somewhat.

Wanna make them, Drip away

They’d already collected a sample, and the opportunity to capture the Zarude had slipped from their grasp. He did all that was left, Torchic in his arms. He turned in the other direction and hauled ass. With the mix of actual smoking foliage and secondhand smoke attacking his senses, he’d try to look like a scared civilian as he ran away.

But, something couldn’t go unacknowledged. Jonah folded his arms to hold the Torchic under an arm as if he were an american football player, so as to fiddle with his radio headset. He tapped the button, and tried to address the group, having never learned their names. "If I stayed here, I would slow everyone down. Not to mention, the mission is effectively over, until we can actually fight that thing. If we need to regroup, you can find me in Mauville."

TL;DR: Exhausted and truly out of options, Jonah retreats, without shame or guile.

Near the Zarude, but far enough to escape its ire. Luxio was caught up in not only the ensuing earthquake, but also a surprise Shadow Sneak from what looked like an immobile Aegislash. The cat barely stood, and Jonah rushed to dig out a pokeball from his pocket, withdrawing it with a red beam.

Wanna, wanna watch your eyes

The heat was unbearable. His Rocket tights underneath wicked away any sweat below his collarbone, but he felt like he was gonna pass out in his yellow padded jumpsuit. It was now or never. He unzipped the jumpsuit fully, and stepped out of it. He stood there, in the kohl-black tights with the candy-red R across its chest.

Dip them in a honey glass

Once again, Killian seemed surrounded 2 to 1. He crouched next to his tattered jumpsuit and dug through the pockets, pulling all of the pokeballs into the pockets on his sweatpants. He stamped out the little embers catching on his jumpsuit's pantlegs from the scattered burning tinder surrounding all of them. He clenched his teeth, sucking air past them with discomfort.

Mirror mine, Roll them high

While Luxio was out of commission, he had to choose. Injured Manectric, or a Torchic that could do little more than buy time. It was now or never. He chose Torchic. Perhaps, if he made the flames all the more dire, they'd all have to run their separate ways. After all, Killian already obtained a vine sample.

Wanna make them, Drip away

Jonah made his decision. He picked the pokeball that held a Torchic, and bounced it off his slate-grey boot. As the restless bird stared down Aegislash, Jonah growled. He put two fingers to his lips and sicced the bird on the blade arrangement. It used Flame Burst, a wide gout of flame that'd hit something and explode regardless of if it made struck Aegislash, given all the tattered trees in the vicinity.

But, something was bothering him, distracting him even. He looked up at Stormy Silph , making her proclamations  about 'securing peace' being a lie. A vein between his collarbone and chin stood up, but with his body beet-red and his face drenched in sweat, it could be hard to notice. "I didn't need to believe their little seminar, I needed to stop 'skipping' lunch. I don't know about him, but I did this because I don't know what I'd do if this didn't work."

TL;DR: Exhausted, and down to either an injured Manectric or a Torchic that was clearly no match for Charizard. Jonah stalls for time yet again by getting in an argument.

Near the Zarude, but far enough to escape its ire. He couldn't help but feel bad for Killian, stuck staring it down for a moment that seemed to stretch on, like a repeating part of a song that makes you think there's something wrong with the CD. Jonah put a palm to the brim of his black beanie and moved it in a little circle, so as to blot the sweat pooling on his forehead in the temperate forest-- made all the hotter by the occasional gout of flame going off.

He felt a twinge of guilt, as Stormy Silph moved in on Killian Decker . He promised he'd stall anyone who got closer, and was quite frankly without excuses if he got grilled on it later.

One look in my eyes and you know what I came here for.

"Is there room for one more?" He yelled emphatically, as a vein on his neck stood up. Jonah forced a weak grin, and dug around in his pockets for pokeballs with one hand. With the other, he pulled the zipper up on his jumpsuit. The heat was killing him, but if these people associated his face with the candy-red R, he'd be a liability now and forever. He only wore the tights to wick away the sweat of the long commute to the job site. The faint second-hand smoke nearby made his eyes widen, and he groaned, seemingly having forgotten his cigarettes at home.

Take a look at my eyes and you know what I came here for.

The Aegislash sailed overhead, making him flinch. The sample was already obtained, but they'd have to wait on actually capturing Zarude. Worst case scenario, he'd have to abandon it altogether to not leave Killian in league custody. He gritted his teeth for a moment. Would jail be better or worse than his mattress with no bedframe at home? All of the hair on the back of his head stood on end. Not only had Ms Llewellyn made her entrance, but he could also spot Elaine Highland nearby with her Metagross.

Jonah made his decision. He picked the pokeball that held a Luxio, a black and powder-blue mountain cat he got in a swap-meet with Ms Wolfe. He dropped the ball as he raised the toe of his grey Rocket uniform boot, releasing the Luxio and kicking the ball back into his hand. Upon awakening, the restless cat immediately tried to intimidate the two circling the rapidly shrinking space. It hadn't the immediate hostility of Kill's Haxorus, but a cat of this size trying to play could be a threat in its own right. "As nerve-wracking as this is, you're making a slow work-day go by a whole lot faster. I'm not sure how to thank you." He admitted, smiling warmly at the three of them.

TL;DR: Jonah having retrieved his Manectric safely and gotten a close look at the Zarude tried to make good on his promise to stall the intruders. He was loud on purpose. He called upon Luxio, and Luxio's Intimidate triggered immediately.

The three flying-types approached from above, that left Jonah and Killian on the ground. His mustard-yellow jumpsuit was zipped up all the way so as to hide the Rocket tights, his beanie and single hair braid hiding a Rocket earpiece. Against the blue-greens and browns of Fortree, he could be seen from a mile away.

The scene unfolded, a solar beam pushing people apart without hitting them head on. People were yelling left right and center. The Zarude was injured after not one, but two attacks aimed at it. It'd been thrown right in his face, before Houndoom, but now, there's no way it'd be able to dodge, especially while engaged with the others.

Killian's other idea posed a smaller risk to his Manectric, and he felt just a little bit grateful.

"Thanks. I've got this, now." He proposed at the earpiece, with a hand cupping the radio earpiece to try and blunt any ambient noise. He was irked by the child shouting, but if he kept his head down, he could probably be ignored entirely. Jonah pinched two fingers together and whistled, siccing his Manectric on the distracted Zarude.

An opportunity finally arose. The electric blue and gold hound had a one paw at a time gallop, like a horse. It pushed off the ground and lunged at Zarude, and its bared fangs flashed white and orange in equal measure. A fire fang came out, clipping a hind leg to knock it over.

The Zarude responded in kind by rolling over and lying prone. It then kicked off the ground with both its injured and uninjured hind legs, retaliating in kind by sending Manectric sliding across the ground with a hammer arm from its uninjured front arm. The kicked up cloud of dust obscured the injured hound, and Jonah gritted his teeth. He ran closer to it, and though it could still stand, he retired Manectric from afar with a red beam from its pokeball.

As he snatched a glance at the distant Zarude, he could tell that his original plan wouldn't have worked out anyways. Furthermore, while he wounded it further, he failed to obtain a vine sample or knock it out. While he pondered whether to call his Luxio or Torchic next, he cupped his hand around his headset to blunt any ambient noise. "To the one who burned it earlier, I have Zarude right where you want it... I think. And... It sounds like we have company. I'll stall them if they try to get any closer, but you have to take the Zarude."

The three flying-types approached from above, that left Jonah and Killian on the ground. His mustard-yellow jumpsuit was zipped up all the way so as to hide the Rocket tights, his beanie and single hair braid hiding a Rocket earpiece. Against the blue-greens and browns of Fortree, he could be seen from a mile away.

This mission was so out of his way, so far from home, that he was undoubtedly out of his depth. That being said, it was never supposed to be easy. The continued howls and shrieks of the enraged Zarude made that very clear. The beast's vocalizations were felt as deeply by Jonah as they were heard, as if he were hit upside the head with a tuning fork. Furthermore, the voices in the radio chatter were unfamiliar to him at first.

The orange wings and roaring fire overhead could only mean one thing, a Charizard was also in hot pursuit of the Zarude.

"If I can force a confrontation between that thing and my Manectric, it could very well get paralyzed. If you have another idea, I'll help you as much as I can." He proposed at the earpiece, with a hand cupping the radio earpiece to try and blunt any ambient noise. He was walking carefully after it, with a hand in his pocket. He  started to jog off to the side, for fear of being pinned by falling debris from the struck trees. He dropped a pokeball, letting loose his Manectric. His electric-blue hound sprung to life, and let out that sound that's not quite barking and not quite a 'woof' that large dogs make.  

Ahead, the howling kept up. While Manectric chased the fleeing Zarude from the ground, it seemed to hear its movements in a way that Jonah couldn't. Manectric couldn't scale trees in any way, but it dashed across the forest floor in hot pursuit. The opportunity to leap and snatch it from the air with a Fire Fang had yet to arise.  
"Good lord." He said to himself, quietly.

The league presence didn't bode well. They were to, gasp, try to heal this horrid creature threatening the town. With a temper rivalling a Primeape, no less.

Jonah felt the inside of his jumpsuit for other pokeballs, and happened upon his Torchic, and a Luxio gifted to him by a higher-up. He hadn't a chance with either of them, until the Zarude was cornered and forced to fight. That was why his Manectric was out first.