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No Ultra Beasts in sight. Good. Safe for now… or at least that’s what Mars thinks, since he had turned too quickly and too suddenly to see the seaweed that sprouts from the ground and grabs onto Cillian Quinn.
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Regardless, safety is only temporary in a place like this one. They need to find shelter. Somewhere secure. Somewhere Team Rocket can claim as theirs, where they can protect themselves from what lurks in the water…
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What does lurk in the water?
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While decisions are made regarding the best way to approach the ship, Mars’ gaze shifts towards a distant pool. It opens into a vast ocean, and among the waters, huge stones float. He feels drawn to them. He wants to move closer, to see what they are, to step upon stone and see the rest of this realm…
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He knows he shouldn’t.
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’Priorities.’ A voice in his head reminds him, that which had been born from conditioning. When it comes to his work for Team Rocket, his own desires are not the priority. ’The mission comes first.’
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”Sounds like a good plan. I’ll go on ahead and find the entrance for us… clear the way if necessary.” There are no explanations to go with this statement, for Mars doesn’t see them as necessary. Most of those present (if not all) are familiar with his ability to TELEPORT, and so, once the Unown-? moves high enough to see the derelict ship from a distance and communicates the sight to him through their psychic link, the underboss disappears as if he had never been there to begin with.
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They will see him again when they approach the ship, standing onto rusted metal. The entrance hadn’t been hard to find, but there’s broken bones scattered all around. Megalopolans who had been locked out by others when something had attacked, perhaps. The thought makes his neck itch. It’s red as if he had developed some kind of rash, unbeknownst to him.
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"Ship is apparently called The Quaestor Lucis. Seeker of Light." He informs, raising a brow. Had the Megalopolans acquired such languages in other worlds or do they also speak them? Interdimensional linguist development sure is an interesting topic, but not one meant to be discussed at this moment. The mission comes first, always. ”I heard movement. It’s likely that there’s something inside the ship…Maybe whatever caused it to crash or something that decided to make a home out of the wreckage. We’ll need light if we’re heading in.”
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From a Luxury Ball, a white Zeraora is released. The gold streaks in its fur shine with bioluminescence, but for now the light of the ILLUMINA pokémon is dim. It twitches its whiskers, as if feeling a distaste for their surroundings. Maybe it’s just that cats dislike water even like this?


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TLDR;
[break]+ Mars wants to explore but reminds himself that the mission comes first... good ol conditioning
[break]+ He goes on ahead and TELEPORTS onto the ship, finding the entrance
[break]+ The sight of more bones makes him think those megalopolans were locked out when something attacked LMAO... he has an active imagination
[break]+ Mentions the name of the ship and ponders on interdimensional linguists like a nerd
[break]+ Says he heard noise inside and that they might need light, so he calls out his ILLUMINA ZERAORA

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PROMPTS;
[break]+ 04 Explore the unnerving wreckage of a megalopolan vessel, named The Quaestor Lucis.
[break]+ 05 Discover the skeletal remains of long dead megalopolans.
[break]+ 08 The deeper one ventures into the realm, the more you become paranoid.
[break]+ 16 Search for suitable locations to set up camp/base.
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