It's a fine spring morning when Ellie Pine, Junior Research Assistant, finishes the invention that will make her name. Eventually. Once she demonstrates it. And probably improves it a little, right now it requires psychic talent but-
Direct, two-way communication between humans and pokemon. It'll be a game-changer. She screws the cover plate shut and hooks it to the nylon strap.
She whistles. "Eevee! Here, girl!"
Hm, the best would be to get him answering questions, then take care of him and move on as quickly as they can...
Guy seems pretty intimidated. Ellie will coordinate psychically with the Ellievees to decide what questions to ask.
Most of the initial suggestions are stuff like what they're doing, who he works for, who else works here, and it there's any prisoners.
This lab belongs to Team Rocket, who will bring humanity to the next level of its destiny by any means necessary. And that's- that's all they're getting from him! (He sticks his chin out firmly, apparently plucking up the will to stand on this point.)
Loyal hums, clearly amused, and circles behind him. "Ask what the next level of destiny is."
Power beyond dreaming, to shape the world and touch the very stars.
Innate power.
...He doesn't feel like he needs to continue responding to these questions.
That is another question he doesn't feel like he needs to answer.
Stilettoo's getting tired of this. She snarls, baring her teeth, bristles crackling with electricity.
Yelp from the downed tech!
And a pair of security guards appear, with a houndoom and an arbok.
The guards send out a pair of koffing and a muk that start to fill the area with poisonous gas and toxic sludge, forcing Ellie and the Ellievees away, into an adjoining room.
Intrepid works on forcing the gas away, trying to give her team some openings.
Stiletto is pissed and isn't being very careful with her lightning, beyond avoiding friendly fire.
As they retreat, one of Stiletto's attacks hits something in the walls that triggers an emergency lockdown. A thick metal barrier slams into place between them and the guards, shielding them, but also trapping the team.
A large machine in the center of their room is humming ominously.
The machine starts throwing off blue sparks, crackling angrily.
"I think we're in trou-"
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