Ultra Badlands, Near Ultra Nercrozma

-Razor landed and Aspen got off his back- "Thanks Razor!" Razor: <No problem!>

"Razor use U-Turn on Ultra Nercrozma!" -Razor's body turned light green and flew up into the air towards Ultra Nercrozma- <Coming in contact in 3 2 1!>

Razor Used U-Turn! It's Supereffective!

-Razor returned to his Pokėball-

SPACE

Julius: I wanna try on the suits!

Magnus: I don't NEED suits!

North Pole

-Cross' Lucario is firing Flash Cannons everywhere-

H.G. Cross: Ahahahaha! We'll have the fat man before long!

Stormchaser

-The Snom may find a Scytherwoman peering at it-

Mia: <...Are you edible?>

The Amarin House

-Alli is here, decorating-

-The decorations are a bit... Odd-

Ultra Badlands

Ultra La: -to Razor- ~Ow! What was that for?~

Izaya: Well, you all survived the first act! Let's see how you handle Round 2!

-He snaps his fingers. He and the remaining members of the army teleport out en masse -whatever Pent is trying it's too late to stop Izaya, though Pent may catch a lower - ranking fellow.-

-Once everyone is gone there is a rumbling-

Heracles: -snarl-

Ilya: <I don't like this either brother...>

Merlin: -to Ian- <Thanks for keeping Cheri occupied. But... who are you again?>

Edited by Umbramatic on Dec 23rd 2019 at 10:25:27 AM

Ultra Badlands

"Well shit," Colton sighed as he raised a Protect as best he could, coupled with Julius' and Pyukumuku's.

Everyone else who didn't know Protect returned, panicked.

Persephone

Colton slipped his suit on, feeling for how much freedom he was provided with a few light stretches of his arms and legs.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Dec 23rd 2019 at 7:37:46 AM

Ultra Badlands, War Round 2

Me: -weakly- My name is Ian... I'm a trainer from Nuvema Town... We worked together during the Macraul Manor Raid when you were kidnapped... I never got to truly become your acquaintance, but I had always considered you a friend... Owowowowow... And I must say, that Diamond Hammer really packed a punch...

Ultra Badlands

-Pent does indeed catch one of the lower-ranking members, emerging from the shadows with Oakley on his shoulder to Wrap the human, preventing escape. Pent growls as he feels the rumble-

Explain, quickly.

-There is a venom to his words he doesn't exhibit often-

Stormchaser

-A certain human-with-many-secrets arrives here with a certain illusion... Bird? Plane? Whatever Susan is here with her girlfriend who is a (not the only) Latias. Said Latias being in an illusion disguise to appear human of course-

Susan: Alright, so. Where's this whole Santa thing popping off?

The Final Shell

Mobius Scientist #1: He wants us to release that thing! It'll be as dangerous to us as it is to the enemy!

Mobius Scientist #2: It doesn't matter, if we refuse, we're dead!

-They pull a lever-

Ultra Badlands

-Gets a deep feeling of foreboding-

...Fuck.

-And suddenly, a dark portal forms on the ground as a massive orb of Obscura comes out of it, countless Sableye flying around it, seemingly being dragged along, their eyes shifting from an odd yellow to orange as they focus on the J-Team and its allies-

Judith: Is that a-

Wanderer: Demon Tide, but translated.

   Demon Tide:    <   WE WILL CONSUME! CONSUME EVERYTHING!!!   >

Get ready everyone!

   Demon Tide:    -Roars with the voices of uncountable thousands of Sableye as the storm flies towards us while being dragged through the air by the Obscura orb, destroying quite a few of whatever Mobius forces don't manage to teleport away in time-

Edited by rmctagg09 on Dec 23rd 2019 at 10:58:20 AM

Logan: -at Merlin's pseudo-Purification- ...I gotta learn how to do that on command.

Megan: W-we're alive?

-everyone staggers to their—-

-Vee leaps up and snatches the Aura right out of Logan's guitar-

Logan: -stagger back- hrk—

-and while they're legally dead, before she can really get an idea of what they taste like, she jams the spark back into Logan themself-

Logan: u r k

-and they collapse for real-

-Luxor's got 'em-

Hiro: -staring through the barriers, at the Demon Tide- I've...never seen anything like it. Not even there.

-the Natu are long gone-

Abilene: -Lanatus staring at Logan and Megan- We're still fresh.

Hiro: Not exactly, I had to fight off seventeen separate events before I got here.

And that…

Lampent: <That is pure evil.>

Hiro: -watching it decimate what remains of Mobius- ...seems a bit bigger than a nuke.

Vee: -staring, bitterly, at the hunger- <I can smell the malaise from here. That's bad.>

<Whaddaya see, Pollen?>

Luxor: <How—how do we fight that? There's gotta be someone who knows how to fight that.>

Zippy: -peering through the shields- <Someone out there?>

Logan: -their Aura settling back into their body proper- on...the last Mobius raid…

Phoebe: <Is it too late to run?>

Deim: <...never too late.>

Mane: <Shh!>

Castanea: -deliberately- <Do we. Have any weapons, of any kind. Effective against...>

Vee: -glancing over- <...Pollen?>

-now, no longer needed, the barriers dissipate-

Pippy: -rasping- <Wait, those—those don't look like...any of ours.>

Pollen: <...>

-voice thick- <They're not.>

Vee: -sniffs the air warily, underlying scents friendly, but unfamiliar-

-...-

-. . .-

-. . . n o w v i s i b l e-

-hovering before them-

-back turned-

-is a small shape-

-small , but projecting. . .-

-utter confidence , and poise-

-all the surety of knowing the shape of the world-

-the air of one who ' s walked it-

-and the grin of one who ' s saved it-

-a grin on a head like a raindrop resting atop a gray poof of vapor-

Megan: -hands to her mouth- ...oh.

-she's bright, she's bookish, she's beautiful-

-and most of all-

-oh, storm and sky, most of all-

Thespi the Castform: -beaming, looking "back over her shoulder"- <It's about TIME!>

-she's back-

-and at her side forms a keylike construct of icy crystal, letters dancing faint on its blade-

-it's built like a spike for Dynamic Entry,with one jagged edge split to the side-

-but its lines are clean, its glow is pure—green light streams from its hilt-

-it's held in a wispy cloud-grip, and the cloud swings it vertically skyward—-

-and the stars themselves gather around it-

-she holds the pose for an appropriately dramatic pause before leveling it and its light at the onrushing tide-

Thespi: -grinning like a hero- <Who's ready for some demon-slaying?>

Pollen: -gapes, speechless-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Dec 23rd 2019 at 2:37:59 PM

Ultra Badlands, Demon Tide

Sephy and Kenali would have been fighting off guards all this time. Kenali would stop and pointed at the portal the Demon Tide were coming from.

Kenali: <Um, Sephy? You... might wanna start running.>

Sephy: Run? Relax, I’ve got this.

Then she looked over.

Sephy: -I don’t got this.- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

She then went to run to a Protect area.

Lance would still be mid-air, watching the fight from above. Upon the Demon Horde’s arrival, he instantly went to try and find his team... which meant getting down to the ground.

He tried to insist that Amalath dropped him, but the Mismagius just started hovering down instead.

Edited by Routeferret on Dec 24th 2019 at 9:23:48 AM

alolan waters, a little while ago

-Lila is enjoying some Mantine surfing when her phone vibrates. They land in the water to look at the text.-

Lila: Huh, Santa?

Marie: <Wait, he's real?>

stormchaser

-Lila has arrived. Meanwhile, Hazel is looking around for people who got the text.-

Hazel: Oh nice, it actually worked!

ultra badlands, demontide

Cady: What the-

Eva: The heck?!

-Everyone continues attacking the demon army.-

Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Dec 24th 2019 at 9:53:27 AM

The area surrounding Santa's Workshop

Destruction followed the march of the Interpol Authority. Since taking control of the beach, they've marched around. Smoldering craters surround areas where Lieutenant Cross' lucario had fired at. The troops have stormed the workshop, tying down and cuffing Santa's Grimmsnarl Krampus. The massive Pokémon stared longingly at a mosaic—of him looking lovingly at an impidimp—but eventually had to turn away as the operatives began to poke at him with cattle prods on the way to a large cage.

A few soldiers plant the flag of the Interpol Authority at the center of the compound.

Meanwhile, troops have rounded up and cuffed the jynxes, who were cowering in fear at the threat of electrocution by prod or pokémon. Troops have also seized the ponyta and stantlers responsible for pulling the anomalous sleigh. Not far off, ITPD engineers poke around trying to make sense of the sleigh itself.

Saint Nick himself was dressed in his finery, cuffed and escorted by armed guards. He was prepared to face his captors with dignity. The operatives make way for a rotom drone that presented a hologram of a young woman dressed in an immaculate military uniform, a greatcoat draped over her shoulders.

Santa looked at his captor with a crestfallen, disappointed look on his once jolly, bearded face. The soldiers salute.

Santa: Charmelle.

Panelo: Your violations of the laws of spacetime end today, Nicholas of [Myra]. You are hereby under arrest.

Stormchaser

Goober, now dressed in his typical green paramilitary outfit, runs toward the Scytherwoman wielding... a broom. He started speaking in his natural, Nacrene City accent.

Goober: Hey! Predation's natural and all but try not to do it here. You don't know if this pokémon belongs to someone.

Okay, saying "natural" was probably not the most sensitive thing he could've said. He spots Susan and her partner.

Goober: Oh, you got our message. Sweet. You came to the right place. We should gather at a meeting point. Ezra!

A rotomdex floats in.

Goober: Make it so.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Dec 27th 2019 at 11:56:51 PM

stormchaser

-Hazel, Lila and Evo arrive at the meeting point.-

Lila: Hey, I got some text about saving Santa? Is this where that is?

Hazel: Well, it seems this is where we're all meeting...

Ultra Badlands - Demon Tide

The Protects fall and the party materializes one at a time.

Every.

Single.

One.

Cassandra's disaster sense demanded it, to be fair. Ellie and Minerva came in on Helmsman's back, Rock Throws and Dark Pulses ready to fire.

A Pixilated Hyper Voice built up in Sylveon's throat as Sunny raised a Reflect. Roy leaped over it to slam down a Blaze Kick, attempting to divide the tide.

Before a single Sableye could connect, Amaterasu's Solar Beam rained down from above, her Drought having activated.

Galvantula's Electroweb-Beta was taken to its absolute extreme, propelled forward with a combined Air Slash from Helmsman and Xatu.

Colton, rather than summoning the strange Lycanroc - which he couldn't due to his lack of reserves - instead simply traced a finger in front of him, sending out a remote Night Slash.

Stormchaser Hallways (Two Journeys Collide Again)

-Ian and Evelyn run through the hallways until they find the room they're looking for...-

-Only to run right into each other, knocking both of them to the floor-

Me: Oh, sorry about that... I wasn't watching where I was going...

Evelyn: No no... I'm at fault.

Evelyn and I: I have a very important mission and I have to meet them somewhere on this ship.

-Beat-

Me: How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Ian, and I'm from Nuvema Town in the Unova Region.

-Ian pets Piku-chan-

Me: This little guy is my best pal, Piku-chan.

Piku-chan: <Nice to meet you.>

Evelyn: A Pikachu? Awesome!

-Evelyn levitates her Pokédex out of her pocket-

Evelyn's Pokédex: Pikachu, the Mouse Pokémon, and the evolved form of Pichu. An Electric type. Whenever Pikachu comes across something new, it blasts it with a jolt of electricity. If you come across a blackened berry, it's evidence that this Pokémon mistook the intensity of its charge. It occasionally uses an electric shock to recharge a fellow Pikachu that is in a weakened state. Pikachu that can generate powerful electricity have cheek sacs that are extra soft and super stretchy.

Evelyn: My name is Evelyn, and I'm from Ballonlea in the Galar Region.

-Evelyn pets Hatty-

Evelyn: And this is my best friend, Hatty. She's a Hattrem. Probably not a Pokémon you've ever seen...

Me: You'd be right.

Evelyn: So anyways... What mission is so important that it caused us to crash into each other like that?

Me: Oh... Well, y'see... I received a text message from someone saying that Santa Claus is in trouble.

Evelyn: Oh. I received a text message from someone saying that Father Christmas is in trouble, and judging from the texting style, I can guess who sent it.

Me: I'm going to assume that Father Christmas is another name for Santa Claus...

Evelyn: And you'd be correct.

Me: Good to know. So...

Evelyn: Are you going to ask if we can go in to the room and accept our mission? 'Cause if so, then the answer is yes.

Me: How did you-?

Evelyn: I've had telepathy since I was eight. It's a long story.

Me: I'm not one to pry. Let's go. Ladies first.

Evelyn: Oh, hahaha... I thank you for the gesture, but I insist, you first.

Me: Why, thank you, madame.

-Ian and Evelyn enter the room-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Dec 24th 2019 at 1:31:11 PM

Punch drummed his fingers on a table in thought, "One, all the suits have a level of comfort meant to make sure they are wearable, but comfort with astronauts is generally, "Thank Arceus we're not dying" so anything that feels awkward you'll have to deal with."

"Two, beyond the inhospitable environment filled with deadly radiation, micrometeors, a lack of oxygen or direction, and pressure, all of which your host is providing protection against with his ship, very little. Space is big, so you're unlikely to be faced with much," Judy added.

"Three, airlocks are overdesigned with a lot of safety mechanisms, so unless you are deliberately messing with them trying to get yourself injured, you'll be fine," Silas added.

Silas then turned to Pent, "We have EVA thruster packs, they use neural band technology incorporated into the suit, there's a cold metallic strip that will stick to the back of your neck and read electric impulses from your own nerve system and interpret them as commands to the EVA unit. We'll have some practice in my cargo bay which can be rendered as a complete free fall zone. Safety is key in mind, you'll all get some time to practice astronaut training, plus the magboots help."

It was at this point that Pent could see the Pen's avatar sitting on a table, a black inky silhouette with a blank eyed stare and a grin far wider than it needed to be, Hey bud, don't worry about it either, I've got some fun ideas based around the aesthetic in case of emergency. Check it out.

It opened a hand and a image of firey sunlike angel wings appeared, along with notes on how they worked, projected force, and how they stuck themselves to Pent's body, If anything you're probably the safest one here thanks to our little arrangement.

At Julius, Roxy laughed a bit, "Okay calm down a bit, we've got 3 types to try on, from there you'll decide which one to use for future events."

Punch and Judy rolled out the blueprints for each suit, listed as Mobility, Hardsuit, and CNT.

"Mobility suits are our mass produced model, they make use of mechanical counterpressure to keep your body under control in zero G, they are also incredibly maneuverable and take no energy whatsoever, however due to their low pressure environment in the helmets and neck dams, headaches can occur without a hour of pre-breathing, hence the need for medication," Judy explained.

"Hardsuits are essentially mechanized suits of armor, they can be completely pressurized and get around the energy expenditure issue by being mechanized, thus they also enhance strength. However they take a bit to seal themselves and pressurize, as well as due to their mechanized nature are limited in mobility and reach," Punch said.

Silas shrugged, "CNT is the latest, it takes hours to fabricate (which is lucky that we had several prefabricated) due to it's almost microscopic precision needed to form them. It boasts the mobility of the first suit, along with the protection and pressure of Hardsuits. However it lacks the complete lack of energy expenditure of the mobility suit, which is essentially more or less layered space spandex, or the strength enhancement of the Hardsuit."

~Us Pokemon get specialized Line-suits, which are semi-elastic models designed to work with infinite energy abilities and even account for evolution, they mold themselves to our forms, add in our generally more durable nature and we're set,~ Hacks added.

"So, who wants what?" Judy asked.

SPACE

Julius: I'll take the hardsuit!

Stormchaser, Snom

Mia: <Fine. I can find my own to eat.>

-looks at the Snom again-

<What's it doing here anyway?>

North Pole

H. G. Cross: So he is real...

...

...You never gave me any Nintendo games for Christmas so consider this payback.

Ultra Badlands

-The Mobius Mook Pent nabbed happens to be an Arctozolt-

Mobius Arctozolt: <They- they - they all went to the Final Shell! It's- AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE>

-Demon Tide-

Gudrunn: -To her team and... Everyone else- Everyone, take down as many as you can!

-There is a very large barrage of attacks against the aberrant Sableye swarm-

Mahina Voyd: ~La! You have my light! You can push them back!~

Ultra La: ~Can't... Too weak... You guys... did a number on me...~

Merlin: <Huh. You'd think I'd remember having a best friend...>

-Demon Tide-

<...Er, though now you've helped free me mind helping me with these?>

-Starts firing Moonblasts-

Edited by Umbramatic on Dec 24th 2019 at 3:36:38 PM

Spacestation Persephone

-Pent shrugged at the question of which suit to use-

Does my existing one already work?

-That being said, he did perk up immensely spotting the illusion-

Frig yeah those are some good wing constructs you've got there. Basic sword construct that's also on fire and good to go on space combat.

Stormchaser

-Susan gave a curt nod and smiled as she spotted the Snom-

Susan: Oh heya cutie. You got a name?

-She then shrugs-

Susan: Uh... Also I might need a recap on the whole Santa being real deal? I kinda skipped a lot of human traditions and didn't get in on the season until after I was too old to blindly believe things.

Latias: Honestly same except more recent and with more human stuff.

Ultra Badlands - Interrogation

-Pent looks a little exasperated-

Yes I know they went to the Final Shell, that's obvious. I meant what are you?! Nevermind, we need to leave.

-He grabs the Binded Pokemon and runs back into the shadows to escape the Tide for now. How grateful to save a grunt at least-

Ultra Badlands - Demon Tide

-Tibalt swings back from another cut and glances at the skies-

Tibalt: Oooooh that looks like Heartless...

-He laughs softly and tries not to look incredibly scared by this turn. Meanwhile unseen by most a giant Arbok winds through the battlefield as her handler runs behind-

Daev: A-apo!? Look up!

Apophis: Well that looks like a halfway decent meal!

-She laughs, voice discordantly resonating on itself. Meanwhile a man in a battered spacesuit sticks the point of his sword into the ground and leans-

Haliskander Jordovich: Huh. Pretenders.

-He laughs like the sound of stone grinding on stone. Meanwhile, an oft-frightened Planeswalker finds courage amid her small army of metal allies as she polishes one of the mirrors of a strange array-

Asher-and-Myr: Tap seven.
-Aaron kneels and emits a green mote of energy. Four others (An Iron Aron, a Silver Aron, a Gold Myr, a Lead Myr) each kneel and contribute their motes to the swirl. She shuffles her foot and the badlands beneath her kick up two sickly-grey motes-
Asher-and-Myr: Paying five to cast Darksteel Juggernaut. Paying two to activate Mirrorworks.
-The grey energy flows into the array of mirrors which start projecting the faint image of a giant metal contraption with six legs. The remaining five motes orbit among each other, ready to expend. Asher looks up at the oncoming storm-
Asher-and-Myr: Pass priority.

-She smiles silently. Meanwhile, we return to Tibalt-

Tibalt: Okay. So... Yeah that might work.

-He reaches into one of the pockets on his jacket and finds an artifact within reach. An old but ornate hunting horn...-

Tibalt: Hold fast friends! The dawn's coming!

~BWAAAAAAAAARP~

Ultra Badlands

-The attacks for the most part easily dissipate whatever Sableye comprising the Demon Tide they hit, but the Obscura orb generates them far more more quickly than they're destroyed. Thespi's Keyblade does do noticeably more damage than the other attacks, however, Amaterasu's Solarbeam and Merlin's Moonblasts being second-

Demon Tide: -Dives underground with a portal before rising back up and attacking with tendrils made out of Sableye bound together with Obscura and firing Sableye like projectiles-

Helianth: -Uses Wide Guard to block the thrown Sableye-

Wanderer: -Sending out an energy blast with a horizontal swipe of the Elemental Sword to slice apart some of the tendrils- Aim for the core!

-The Wanderer Corpsmen open up on the Obscura core with light magic and blaster fire-

Helios: -Fires off a Solarbeam of his own, with the other mons firing off their own attacks- <Can't let them have all the glory!>

Ultra Badlands, War!

Me: -weakly- L-like I said... I never truly made your acquaintance... Now... Do you know anyone whose Pokémon has healing moves? Because... urgh... That Diamond Hammer really hurt!

Almia, Ranger HQ

Logan: -not pushing further, smiling kinda sideways- Okay!

Ditya: -taking the cue, rubbing hands together- Let's get started.

Addie: -pats Alyssa's leg-

-the hero's horn sounds, and it's time for battle-

-a wondrous ally reappears, and all she has to do is—-

Pollen: -shriek- <Where the fuck have you been?!>

Thespi: -flinch- <Wh—>

-miffed- <Saving the world! Where were you?>

Pollen: -already regretting, louder- <Where was I?!>

<I—>

-a Shadow claws its way between the two of them, and it's quickly dispatched by Thespi's Blade-

Thespi: -huff- <It's time to fight.>

Pollen: -stutter-

-over its remains, such as they are, Vee pokes—-

Vee: -shuddering wrath- <I don't want these.>

Pippy: -concerned- <Are you—?>

Vee: -lashing out at a tendril with one of her own (much smaller)- <They reek. Get rid of them.>

Pippy: <Um.> .v.

-and the Shadow-tendrils start slamming down in earnest-

Hiro: Scatter!

-and they do-

-bounding or leaping or flying away, they do-

Logan: -running, dodging instant death- Hey...thanks for the—quick resuscitation.

Addie: -calling cues, nods-

Vee: -likewise, eyes in the back of her head, wince- <No prob.>

Logan: -huff- Gimme a hand?

-Vee hesitates, then takes a nip of their Aura-

-backs it with her own, lacing Logan all throughout-

-shapes the mixture into most of a star◊, then stamps it into the world-

Eric: -appears, somehow- <There you are!>

<I've been looking all over this—wherever this is—for where everyone went...!>

-zooming underneath them- <Get on!>

-from Latiasback, zipping between raining Shadows, Logan resummons and strums a tune—faint among the strains filling the void, but alight-

-chaos reigns-

Thespi: -lifting her face to the sky, laughing- <Once, a story was told—>

-wink- <Not sure how well it was sold—>

<The bestest of friends,>

<In a world to defend,>

-crescendo, raising key to the sky- <Twin heroes of silver and gold!>

-right on cue, two more rifts split the sky—and from them two shapes dive-

Ceal the Primarina: -shout- <Here we are again!>

Tripod the Magnezone: -looses a cry like the world's greatest speakers coming online-

-before Ceal manifests a keylike construct, silvery and bright, shaped like a tangle of wire-

-some quantized sparks roll through these lines, coiling around the untarnished blade-

-held aloft in his cloud of bubbles highlighted by the green light streaming from its hilt-

Omen: -flitting about them, core flashing- ~There! Aim for the core!~ -... . / -.-. .- .-. . ..-. ..- .-.. -.-.— / ... - .-. .. -.- . / - .-. ..- . -.-.— ^* Be careful! Strike true!

Ceal: -grin- <G-got it!>

-a third keylike construct appears, forged with hints of gold—its shape taking cues from the treble clef, with the staff swirling spirals around its blade'-

-it seems to hum in Tripod's magnetic grip, ringing with the song mostly they can hear—and the green light streaming from its hilt-

-now, they echo Logan's song-

-from above they dive into the fray, angling for the core-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Dec 24th 2019 at 5:00:26 AM

Amarin House

-After an appropriate amount of decorating and getting stuff arranged for guests, Kai is sitting at the dining room table, fighting the temptation to nap and only partially succeeding.-

-Everyone else seems to be filing in, except for Rose, who is absent solely for meta reasons.-

Amarin House

-Alli peers over at Kai after welcoming some guests-

Alli: ...Are you OK? You aren't looking too festive.

Ultra Badlands

Mahina Voyd: ~Light based attacks seem to work! Aim those at the core!~

-A barrage ensues-

Ultra La: ~Still.. Can't...~

Merlin: <Anyone got a Heal Pulse for La and Ian?> -still firing Moonblasts-

Mobius Goon Arctozolt: <No no, I can take you to the Final Shell!>

Edited by Umbramatic on Dec 24th 2019 at 5:30:18 AM

Amarin House Party

-Alli's voice jolts Kai back to reality, and they turn around, offering a somewhat tired smile.-

Kai: I'm fine. Just a bit worn out lately. Once more people are around, I'll hopefully be a bit more... active, I guess.

Santa's Workshop

Panelo, via Holorotom: Well, take your shot. We've all got grudges to hold against the fat man.

Santa: This cruel, selfish behavior is the reason why I never visit you.

Panelo: LIES! Hit him, Lieutenant Cross, very roughly!

Stormchaser

Goober: Oh, it's true. All of it.

The snom happily hops on Goober's shoulder. He knows who to trust.

Goober: I'll happily explain everything on the orientation once we get everything set up. This way, we can get everyone acquainted with the plan faster. Now, I understand that since you besieged Ultra Space in search of Izaya your resources and personnel are kinda spread thin, but any help you can spare is—

A wild Beck arrives, speaking in his characteristic Motostoke accent.

Beck: I'm looking for a Mister Goober. We have a meeting room ready for ya.

Goober, suddenly speaking in a similar accent: Be there in a bit, mate. Thanks a bunch.

Beck: Hey, weren't you— where're ya from?

Goober: Nacrene.

Beck: Oh, that explains the cliché. Pretty convincing otherwise

Goober: Pleasure to here that.

The snow squeaks cutely.

Snom: <Fair madams, my name is Ferrell.>

Stormchaser Meeting Room

Goober and Ezra showcase a short presentation on the situation at hand. Ezra is operating the projector from his widget.

Goober: Okay, so long story short, my friends and I are a resistance movement from this tyrannical future where the J-Team ceased to exist. In this future time, the Interpol Authority rules with an iron fist. We usually record moments where the J-Team save the day in the distant past to remind the people of a better time. Of course, sometimes we also hijack signals from the authorities to unveil the injustices they try to sweep under the rug.

Ezra: Now, the Interpol Authority's time police wing, the IDPD, goes after time-travelers, who they all deem as a threat to their timeline. Santa ranks high in their hitlist. Why? It's because he is one of the few people who bend the laws of spacetime through possibly supernatural means. I mean, how else can he do the things adult humans think are beyond the impossible? We also read reports that old Saint Nick had been discouraging young people from enthusiastically following the Authority's propaganda.

Goober: Arceus bless that jolly old elf.

Ezra: So, we've heard from insider reports that they've mobilized, taking control of the pocket dimension accessed through Earth's North Pole through two cruisers and two small divisions and their pokémon. Apparently, getting to the portal is gonna be more trouble than we thought since your Earth's Arctic Ocean is still covered in ice.

Goober, holding up the snom triumphantly: Fortunately, our little friend Ferrell here can help us!

The slideshow switches to a basic diagram of the occupied area.

Goober: The Interpol Authority didn't believe in climate change. But our game plan so far is simple. Once we're there, we take three divisions. One group would hide not far from Santa's workshop. Another would follow our caterpillar friendo down the secret tunnels and free Santa's pokémon allies from under Interpol's noses. Once the we give the signal, the first group attacks the operatives openly, cutting off their ability to abscond with Santa.

Ezra: Finally, a third group will clandestinely take control of the ship and meet up with a few secret operatives within the ship. Your job, then, would be to cause a distraction to prevent the ships from intervening. With any luck, we can cause enough mayhem to free St. Nicholas and force them to flee back to their incapacitated boats in retreat.

Goober: We came to you, J-Team, because you could do what we thought was impossible. People in our time are still awed by the J-Team's ability to go toe-on-toe with the likes of Team Mobius, let alone accomplish the deeds we believed were only myth. We're putting our faith in your abilities. The fate of Christmas in many worlds is in your hands.

Ezra: Any questions?

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 10th 2020 at 6:47:53 PM

Amarin House Party

Alli: Ah yeah, that's a mood... I think at least a few more people will show up soon! A lot of the team's been busy punching Mobius in the face for good but. We need to relax after that.

North Pole

H.G. Cross: Hit him!

-His Lucario charges an Aura Sphere-

Stormchaser

Mia: <Dave said Santa was a cynical lie to manipulate children. Why should I save him now?>

Edited by Umbramatic on Dec 24th 2019 at 5:58:54 AM

Stormchaser

Goober: Okay, that's our bad.

Ezra: Don't worry. We have another slideshow for that, which demonstrates not only that Santa is real in this part of the multiverse but also the dark implications of what would happen if his supernatural means of production was seized by a dictatorial entity like the Authority.

Goober: It escalates quickly.