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Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia has arrived safely via helicopter, and is now busy settling into her new office when she is interrupted by a scientist coming in through the door.-

Aelia: Yes? What is it?

Scientist: Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we've got another test subject ready for multityping and you're in charge of overseeing the procedure.

Aelia: Ah, excellent. Glad to see that we are ready to resume our operations so quickly. Anything in particular I should know about the subject?

Scientist: Not really. Female Sneasel, seemingly wild, below average height and weight.

Aelia: Wait... that pest is here? Ugh...

-She gives a groan, then stands up.-

Aelia: Perhaps I'll "forget" to use anaesthetic, then. Where is she being held?

Scientist: Sublevel B, Specimen Holding Unit. I'll take you there.

-The scientist leads Aelia down to where Crewe is being held.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Distant Island Chain, Cipher lab

-Crewe groans, slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes-

-she looks around to take stock of her surroundings, but is rather distracted from this by the arrival of Aelia-

-her hackles go up and she hisses at her, unsheathing her claws-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia smirks at Crewe as the other scientist leaves the room. Her Luxray is, as always, by her side and growling.-

Aelia: D'aww, how cute. Tell me, what exactly are you planning on doing from inside that cage, pest? Are you going to bravado me to death? Luxray, incapacitate her. The hissing is beginning to get on my nerves.

Luxray: <Sure thing.>

-He zaps Crewe with a Thunder Wave.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Crewe snarls at the Luxray, throwing up an Obscura shield in front of the Thunder Wave. The weak electrical pulse passes through the shield even weaker, but still manages to slow Crewe down considerably. She grits her teeth and leers at the Luxray-

<You'll have… to do… better… than that.>

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia frowns as Crewe absorbs the Thunder Wave with her Obscura shield, and her Luxray gives a angered roar.-

Aelia: Not bad. But I don't think you'll be able to keep that up for long. Luxray, again.

Luxray: <You're lucky she's only ordering me to paralyse you, runt.>

-He blasts her with another Thunder Wave, this one stronger than the last.-

edited 22nd Aug '13 7:53:53 AM by Herbert40k

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Crewe hastily throws up another Obscura shield, grunting in exertion as it mostly absorbs the attack, though what does pass through the shield paralyzes her-

<Eurgh… you're lucky… I'm stuck in here…>

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

Luxray: <That cage is the only thing stopping me from tearing your head off with a Metal Claw. So I'd be more grateful for it.>

Aelia: There we are. Now then, you just sit still like a good little girl and we won't have to do that again.

-She lifts up Crewe's cage and carries it into a room, where a piece of apparatus similar to the one that Crewe sabotaged at the institute is the centrepiece. She unlocks the door to Crewe's cage and hastily attempts to strap her to the operating table.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Yesterday, off screen

-Ren restocks the transceivers. So after Tagg's mon got theirs, there are 50 transceivers - all in different colors schemes and patterns-

Holon Center

-Ren wakes up, dresses, straps on his leg brace, checks his items and grabs his stun cane. Ren heads to where his - as it shall now be called - Mod vehicle is and hooks up the flatbed trailers for transporting his team-

-Ren drives up to where his team and possibly Copahue, Harriet, and Shahinne are-

-Ren call out to the mon that are present-

Everyone load up, please. I'll drive us to the coast where we can enact the travel arrangements I made yesterday.

edited 22nd Aug '13 8:52:10 AM by keys2tkingdom

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Crewe wordlessly snarls at both the Luxray and Aelia, the paralysis keeping her from doing much else-

-if a Sneasel could go pale, she would at the sight of the apparatus, and her snarling gets slightly louder-

-as Aelia grabs her, she snaps at her hand and claws at her arm, squirming about as best she can under the paralysis-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

-Straw is waiting for Ren to arrive, feeling somewhat nervous-

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia flinches as Crewe bites and scratches at her, the sleeve of her labcoat getting torn slightly as one of Crewe's claws draws blood, but is eventually able to successfully strap the Sneasel in.-

Aelia: Keep that kind of behaviour up, pest, and I'll let my colleagues down in the biolabs that I can afford to lend them a subject for dissection.

-She pulls down the overhanging apparatus, which is bristling with syringes filled with viscous liquids of varying colours, and starts tapping on one of them thoughtfully.-

Aelia: Now then... which mixture should we start with? Perhaps the Poison solution, we haven't had much success with that one yet... turns out that most Pokemon don't respond well to having venom injected into their bloodstream.

edited 22nd Aug '13 8:23:31 AM by Herbert40k

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Holon Centre

-Dune comes down to the lobby, flipping through his notes. He appears to be going through one of his investigative fugues, again. His team is following behind, Hildr still asleep but perched on Dom's shoulder, somehow.-

Somewhere in the mountains

Sabaku: The Valoran troops can't hold out forever, and even if they tried, it would only delay the fact that Aiura and Kaius will not give up so easily.

-Vulcan looks up at the floating city and shudders.-

Wodan: <Afraid of heights?>

Vulcan: <Afraid of flying.>

Fixed Profile page

-Ren pulls up to where straw is with his team and Silent's bird mon who came-

-to Straw- Ready to go.

edited 22nd Aug '13 11:17:10 PM by keys2tkingdom

Distant Island Chains, Cipher Lab

-Crewe hisses at Aelia, tugging against the straps holding her to the table-

-she flinches as the hanging apparatus is pulled down, and starts struggling more fiercely against the paralysis and straps-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

-Sees Ren-

Yeah, I'm ready too. Guess we're just waiting on the others.

Forest Cipher Lab

Mortimer is present.

"Tsk. Those fools. Alerting the J-Team to our presence here. Sloppy work."

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia smiles as Crewe struggles against her bindings.-

Aelia: Poison it is, then.

-She pulls the apparatus down further until it is hanging over Crewe, then presses a couples of buttons on a nearby console, which causes the syringe filled with deep purple fluid to jab itself into the Sneasel's arm.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Dogs, you still hanging around? So we can TS yesterday?

Yesterday

"Cool!"

-Ren notices Straw's nerves and takes out a thermos and mug as pours some redish tea and offers it to Straw-

Here, drink this. It will help calm your nerves.

-Straw takes it-

Thanks.

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Crewe screeches as the needle jabs itself into her arm, thrashing wildly about-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

-Pours himself some tea, then after taking a few sips-

So since I'm pretty new to this, is there a plan beyond "bust in with attacks blazing"?

edited 22nd Aug '13 8:46:48 AM by keys2tkingdom

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Aelia grins, then presses a few more buttons on the console. Several more sharp instruments emerge from the apparatus, and the procedure continues for a couple of minutes before the apparatus eventually rises.-

Aelia: Well, that was fun. Now it's see if the procedure was actually successful. Wait there for a moment, would you? I need to go fetch something.

-She leaves the room, contentedly jotting down notes on a clipboard as she does.-

edited 22nd Aug '13 8:46:21 AM by Herbert40k

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Crewe just kind of lies on the table, barely conscious-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Distant Island Chain, Cipher Lab

-Several minutes later, Aelia re-enters the room, having replaced her lab coat with a Cipher Peon's uniform.-

Aelia: There we are. Safety first, after all, especially when dealing with angry Sneasel that may or may not be venomous.

-She starts unbinding Crewe.-

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.