Even within an organization of fellow criminals and murderers, there's a general understanding among each other that "We won't kill each other unless we betray Rocket." That's how criminal conglomerates and terrorist cells operate, off the understanding that "we're all brothers, thus its in our best interest to prop each other up." So to ask one of your "brothers" to fight without holding back, it would get you an intense experience sure, they would probably throw most of everything they could at you, but not everything. They wouldn't really set out with murderous intent in their hearts, that would be violating the implicit code that held such tenuous groups like this together. It violated tradition.
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So it was really a good choice that Gerald decided to challenge the most unhinged member of Rocket for the most authentic experience possible.
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The only courtesy that Xenon is willing to show the man is the announcement of her presence at the appointed time, a tin canister bouncing into the room and rolling to a stop at Gerald's feet. It shakes for a brief moment, before beginning to release a thick stream of smoke from its neck as the fuse finally burns down to the payload at its core. This is Gerald's only warning.
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The first attack comes from behind like all good attacks do, two beams of ghostly Night Shade arcing through the air at sharp angles aimed straight for Gerald's back, a haunting wail just barely hearable over the constant hiss of the gas canister at his feet. If he managed to dodge the killer strike, he would probably notice the spiked rocks floating in the air around him as he moved, Stealth Rocks that had been deployed the second the smoke in the room was thick enough to properly hide just where Xenon was attacking from. Those would undoubtedly be digging into his Pokemon the second he summoned them, she wanted to make sure he started off with as many handicaps as she could force onto him before the battle got started properly. Even once he dodged the first attack he would be able to feel the next danger approaching as the ground shakes under his feet, a gargantuan Scolipede Rollout heading in his direction unless one of his Pokemon was brawny enough to stop it, or at least redirect it.
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"Now, let the battle begin!"

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+ - Gerald Kaiser

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It's only natural that when a villain comes to terrorize, a hero will naturally spring forwards to save the day. Xenon expected nothing less as she calmly sidesteps a kicked Raticate flying off the deck of the boat, head inclining to look in Oliver's direction and lips bending into a mocking sneer. "Well as much as I love to disappoint others' expectations, I suppose I've just gotta follow through on my threat this time huh?"
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Her hand cuts through the air and points to the sky, fingers clicking together in one succinct snap to bring the Iron Jugulis to life as an Electric Terrain deploys through the area. She wasn't here to play games this time around, she would bring nothing less than her best. The machine's Quark Drive hums to life within its chest as it draws in the electricity suffusing the atmosphere, the lights all across its body burning crimson as it once more lets out its metallic screech of hate, all six eyes focusing on the skybound Dragonite as it reaches the peak of its ascent and dives down to assault the mechanical beast with a furious Thunder Punch.
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And then.
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It.
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Moves.
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Mach One is broken in a fraction of a second as its antigrav thrusters deploy, where it was there one second, the next it simply wasn't as the war machine ducks out of the way of the Thunder Punch and circles around to the Dragonite's flank, all three mouths opening in unison and unleashing a blast of Flamethrower. And while its draconic hide could tank the mortal flames, Oliver's Dragonite would easily be able to notice that this fire was at least twice as hot as anything a natural fire type could produce under normal circumstances, hot enough even to singe the scales of a proud dragon. This would not be a fight easily won.
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+ - Oliver Shrakes

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Taking the attacks head on without flinching, how incredibly unsurprising and primitive a strategy. She'd be lying if she said she was surprised the musclehead luchador could take that kind of punishment, but she wasn't even close to done dishing out the damage just yet. Aquatail collides with Thunder Punch and sends both the pokemon skidding back a few feet, Radon recovering quickly as her skittering legs dig into the tiled floor and push forwards to stay on the attack. Her tail whips around and chops down at the downed Incineroar with another roaring Aquatail, its trail leaving behind an icy waterfall that only adds to the weight of the attack as her strikes get faster and faster with her increasing Speed Boost.
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Its almost boring how easy this is getting for Xenon as she starts to relax and just enjoy the beating she was dishing out, but confidence is a killer in the heat of battle. The back of her neck suddenly starts to burn and her muscles tense up, pupils contracting as she tries to pinpoint the exact nature of the bad feeling she was getting. Its soon apparent as she notices the smoke in the air blowing in a way it shouldn't, just a moment too late as the Dragalge emerges from the smokescreen and fires off a screeching Dragon Pulse right at her Gengar's flank and bowls him over with the primal energy. Of course its going to take more than one good hit to take Argon down, in less than a second he's rolled back to his feet and returning fire with a beam of Night Shade curving through the air, but the real present threat now would be the behemoth of a man charging right at her.
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"Woah, getting up close and personal already huh? I like a man who's forward, but no touching till the second date!" He's going low to tackle her to the ground, if he does than its unlikely she'll be able to get him off due to the weight differential. If that's the case she has no problem going high, bouncing off the balls of her feet and piggybacking right over his spear tackle, two hands planted on his back to push him off balance while she continues her jump forwards and rolls back onto her feet in one smooth acrobatic maneuver. "Ah who am I kidding, I can't help but break my own rules!" Xenon turns and steps forwards, lashing out with a kick aimed for his back with her right foot, her form clearly practiced but without any of the discipline or artistry of a proper martial form.
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+Kazimir Wynter

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The voices crackle through the speakers with a frightening intensity, reverberating in her ears and whispering dark secrets in languages no man alive has ever spoken. It was only natural considering how the one who spoke could never be considered human in the first place.
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Gerald and Xenon are of one mind as they trudge deeper into the shadows in pursuit of the secrets within, there's nothing more to be said as they're corrupted by the pull of the distorted mind, or perhaps they were always that corrupt to begin with. It didn't matter in the end really, there was only one way this could have ever gone down
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down
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down.
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+Gerald Kaiser

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If he expected her to titter and giggle at the archaic act of chivalry he displayed for her, he would be sadly disappointed as she walks through the opened door without another word. But she didn't slow her strut either as he tried to speed past her to open the door, her gait was perfectly timed to step through the door as it opens, because that's just the kind of world she envisions. It was only natural that Alphonse would open the door for her, not because of some outdated notion of common courtesy or ladies going first, but simply because the people around her were supposed to accommodate her life. That's just the way the world worked for Xenon.
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The walk to the car is mostly silent, until he speaks up. Her head turns a notch as she evaluates him, his eyes are just barely within her field of vision as they swivel to meet his gaze with an appraising look. The psychotic joker who was in the bar was gone already, she was nothing but business as she rolls his words around in her brain before responding simply. "How much money she has to pay us isn't our problem. She'll either come up with what she needs, or she'll find herself on my calendar again." That's simply how the world worked. His followup brings a ghost of a smile to her face though, maybe this guy wasn't quite as archaic as he looked at a glance. "When she does I'll have some other dumb shmuck ready to take up her place. No shortage of men who want to make some cash on Rocket turf, just gotta plant the right seeds in the right dirt and make sure it has time to grow." Someone was always looking to become a made man, just gotta give em a little room to grow into those concrete boots.
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Another one speaks from the driver's seat of the car, she would have preferred to be the one driving but he had a point. For as much talk as she made about owning the police of the city, statistically speaking there was always going to be one or two who just had to do the "moral" thing even if it meant disobeying their chief. She'd rather not spend a day in lockup before Rocket gets her out, it was a waste of a perfectly good day and it made her look incompetent. The girl opens up the back door and slides in with a whistle, very obviously not taking any of this seriously as she rolls across the backseat and settles right behind the driver's seat with a cocky smile. "Alright boys, where's the next stop on the itinerary? We've got a full day of collections ahead of us, I wanna see how Al here handles being the front man. Or maybe you, you seem like you've got a good vibe going, very threatening, very mysterious." She leans forwards and reaches over to pat Crispin on the shoulders, it would almost seem flirtatious if it were any other woman.
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+ - Alphonse Gambino crispin tredarloe

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"Power and the ability to exercise it at my discretion." A short and clean answer that told all one needed to know about how Xenon saw the world around her. The people in charge are the ones who are the strongest and most willing to take charge.
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Xenon's eyes glance at the miscolored Salazzle as it begins to manipulate its internal biology, an approving glint in her gaze at the resourceful use of Ruby's arsenal, but all she can spare is a glance before her scrutinous eyes drift back to the redhead. "That's a good answer, I appreciate a woman who understands that fundamental fact of life." The only person that matters in the world is you, that's something that Xenon liked to preach to those who bothered to listen to her ultramodern gospel, the only experiences and opinions that mattered are those that reside within your head, fuck everyone else. Or to put it more succinctly, the world ends with you. She should get that tattooed on something, that's a good one.
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Nah, tattoos are too permanent. "I've had second thoughts, third thoughts, fourth, but they all generally align with what the first one was. I want this city as a notch on my belt so I can move up further in this dumbass hierarchy, then I can get more money for the future I'm walking towards. You saw it for a moment during the S.P.E.C.T.R.A. Trials, that beautiful mechanical ruin we're all tumbling towards~" There's a breathy lilt to her voice as she dances atop the trash mountain, spinning in place and stretching her arms out wide as if she could leap forwards and take flight just like the Iron Jugulis she was so fond of.
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The Gothitelle's eyes snap open just short of her doing that, its hand rising up and pointing northwest towards the center of landfill. Which just about checks out really, makes sense that all these biohazards would instinctively drift to the oldest and smelliest garbage they could find. "Ah, looks like we've got our jackpot Red. Bring that sexy ass on over and lets gather up some trash huh, I've got just the place in mind to send them." The girl's arms fall back to her side as she steps forwards into oblivion and slides down the trash pile stylishly, collapsing a good portion of it in the process and just barely avoiding being buried as she takes a hop, skip, and jump to the bottom to start racing towards what Hafnium found.
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+Ruby Garcia

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Camping sucks.
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To reiterate, camping sucks sucks sucks sucks SUCKS.
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The process of setting up a tent, putting up incense around the campgrounds to keep away wild Pokemon, sleeping bags on hard dirt covered with only a thin layer of canvas, the lack of any modern amenities anywhere within the nearest ten miles of her, this whole thing was primitive as hell and Xenon hated every last second of it. If she could choose to be anywhere else for the next week she wouldn't be caught dead within a fucking campsite, but alas she would absolutely have to be here to make sure some plan or another for Rocket went off without any unnecessary hitches.
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What made all of this even worse though, was the fact that she had to be in full fucking disguise in order to be here, due to the fact that she was kinda sorta a wanted criminal rising through the ranks of Rocket and she was currently camped outside of a major city and hub of Ranger activity.
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So the disguised girl curses and sweats under the hot ass sun as she pounds another stake into the corner of the tent, making a hell of a racket as her lesser known Pokemon scurry about the campsite causing all kinds of ruckus, with only one poor overworked Gengar trying to keep them all in some kind of order while her Scolipede lazes about under the shade of a nearby tree. To be Xenon is to suffer, well and truly.
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+ Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

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Once upon a time the S.S. Tidal acted as a ferry between Lilycove City and Slateport City, the sole method of transport for a civilian to make it to the isolated town within the tidal crater provided they lacked a Pokemon with the capability to Surf the waves. In this day and age though it rarely makes any such voyage, locked out of Slateport by the ever unfriendly Rockets who have taken over the city. Instead the beloved S.S. finds itself acting as a fishing boat for intrepid trainers willing to buy a ticket for the day, an opportunity to catch water typed Pokemon without needing to contend with the throng clogging up the beaches.
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But there's the unspoken understanding for any who purchase a ticket that the waters they sail still veer close to the dangers of Slateport City, that there may come a moment where these trainers will have to put their lives on the line if some psychotic Rocket associate were to lead an assault on the boat to try and plunder the bounty promised by such a lavish cruise... Ah, but what kind of Rocket would be so crazy as to attack a boat stuffed to the brim with battle hardened Pokemon trainers aboard right?
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"Alright maggots, down on the deck unless you want to find out what your own cooked flesh smells like ultramodern style!" Well the kind of Rocket who wants to make a name for herself and make life for anyone in Lilycove absolutely miserable of course.
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The first assault is violent and sudden as shadows blanket the deck from above, Rocket grunts dropping from the sky and releasing their Pokemon onto the field of battle before anyone even has a chance to respond, the first blood goes to a Raticate biting off someone's hand as they reached for their belt to try and defend themselves. The last to land is of course Xenon as she touches down on deck aboard Rhodium, the mechanical dragon letting out a piercing digital cry as it spouts a torrent of flame from its "mouth" and up into the air. This was going to be a massacre no matter how one looked at it, the only question was whose bodies would be feeding the fish by the end of the day.
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+ - Oliver Shrakes

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She doesn't know what to expect as she enters the simulated universe for the first time, this world is supposed to be a perfect simulation of the universe after all. It would have been rather boring to open her eyes and find herself in the exact same room she had entered the RKS System in, yet at the same time she would have had no idea what to do if she found herself in a total alien environment with no frame of reference to work off of. The universe is a rather big place truth be told.
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So it fills her with an embarrassing amount of relief when she wakes up within the confines of a plain workshop, filled with devices of science and technology covering every wall and every table. Xenon walks forwards and her eyes feel drawn to one sparse workbench in particular, a broken device vaguely resembling a Pokegear displayed to her as a treasure upon its pedestal.
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And of course she picks it up, if only to better observe the device from every angle, either ignorant or uncaring of any possible traps the thing might have been linked to and how she might have activated them immediately upon picking up the unknown thing. Probably leaning closer to the latter all things considered.
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"Never seen this logo before. Or maybe I have and it just wasn't that important. Hm, weird." She remarks out loud as she sets the Pokegear back on the table, moving away to start gathering tools for what she was going to do next. Normally she would just break the stupid thing and move on with her life, but her gut was telling her that fixing it might be the better option just this one time. Not like breaking it would have any meaning it was really nothing more than a few lines of code.
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+ - Shred

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It's the middle of the night when it starts, everyone is sleeping. There are one or two rangers out on patrol, a token effort to protect the forest while the bulk of their forces focus their sights on western Hoenn. Ever since the blight that hit Petalburg Woods, there's been a rash of fires both manmade and otherwise throughout the generalized region. That woman didn't care about what happened there, her eyes only saw the future she walked towards, the city of Lilycove and all the peaceful idiots who don't know what's coming for them.
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There's no siren to alert the populace when it happens, no early warning to help them get it under control before its too late. The rangers who were supposed to do just that are just another piece of fuel for the fire as the first bleary eyed men and women wake up to an inferno from the west, some of them mistake it for the light of the rising sun at first. Then they start choking on those noxious fumes.
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Xenon had planned this far too well, she had gathered up every single poison type pokemon she could from the trash heaps on the outskirts of town and brought them here little by little, relocating them to this forest just for this moment. Now it was all burning, she would choke the life out of every man, woman, and child in that city and let Rocket sweep in to take it for themselves once the dust settled. A muted laugh rumbles through the hazard mask she wears as she watches the fire from the outskirts of the forest, hands tucked away in her pockets while she waits for the first responders. Sometimes she couldn't help but love her job. Nothing as ultramodern as burning it all away to start something new.
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+ - Shalin Nariya

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