The Great Escape! (Joe)

[Morrigan]

It was almost nice having a fairly satisfactory sleep, it had been a long time since Sharada's head had touched that of a comfortable pillow. The place wasn't anything along the lines of pure luxury but since being slapped into a squad instead of wandering solo, everything had sure been kicked up a notch or several. Her own bed, showers, food, even a relaxing lounge to just kick back in. The only problem being the people, some being more welcoming than others, of which she needed to share this stuff with. Closing her eyes safely during the night was a pain in itself, horrified that an irritable Langley might try suffocating the brunette in her sleep. Luckily she had woken up alive and kicking. Readying herself for another day, Sharada couldnt help but just lay out on top of her covers and think about a certain Doopliss. Knowing that Schnell was merging the Ditto's cells with the Zorua's fur made her feel uneasy. But if she had to pick between saving Doopliss or Schnell from getting kicked down by both Langley and Tyrone, she'd have to begrudgingly say Doopliss. But then came to the part of actually breaking him out of the electrical barred cage and that was why she was merely lounging about in her dorm instead of mingling with anyone. Right now the plan was to get Doopliss out as quickly as possible without them suspecting that it was Sharada herself. If she could complete this undetected, then the brunette could continue with her second and third parts of this dangerous mission; leaking out information on specific missions and also keeping an eye on the movements of Joe's father.

But how exactly was she going to save the blue blob? Schnell was always inside that lab and even if she were able to sneak by him, there would be a high chance another member would catch her. If that was the case, she needed to do it when people weren't around. Again, she could imagine that Schnell was practically permanently glued to his research and if she were to make noise or alert anything, they would be even more suspicious as to why Sharada would be sneaking around a night. With all these scenario's piling up, there was only one other option. She needed to get every single member out of A18SC and secure enough time to steal and get out herself. The idea seemed good in her mind but what would cause everyone to leave? Including Royce. There was absolutely no way she could involve Joe in any of this, just the mere whisper of knowing where the base was would cause him to explode in a fit of rage and charge in. Plus she didn't really know the squad members all that well otherwise perhaps she could tip them off one by one, spreading lies about something occurring outside which would effect each of them personally. But it would waste so much time and they would be completely suspicious of her. There was only one other option, she needed outside help, a lot of it. The thought dumbfounded her for a while, the poor girl not actually used to racking her brain so much.

But suddenly, jolting up from her bed, she got it. Joe's gang! She had returned there recently to do a bit of training but no one was in. Surely if she discussed a plan with the Rocket hating delinquents, they could help her out. It would be the perfect amount of power she would need too, the sheer amount of people equally matching those of this squad. Rolling onto the side of her bed and sitting up, the plan was nothing but perfect or at the moment anyway. She had no other lead or help so she could atleast give it a try. The squad would probably be bemused by Sharada's absence but Porky had said it himself, people still run solo. Remembering back to the Rocket Bulletin board, there were still several missions available in the area of Violet and Cherrygrove city. They would be a perfect amount of time and distance which she could use to cover her absent tracks.

Pulling out her Poketch, she began tapping her fingers away, flicking through her boxes of Pokemon. Sharada needed to get to the warehouse and fast so a bit of leg power was needed. The only thing she really had was Kirin and despite being terrified to the bone with electricity, she had no choice. This was for Doopliss and Kirin was truly a gentle soul, he wouldn't hurt her. Swiftly swapping around her team with a few teleporting and materializing Pokeballs, she now had swapped out her pair of bear cubs for Delphine and Kirin. The two were probably her most powerful Pokemon at the current moment and she desperately needed it incase things turned sour. Slipping into her heels, the brunette had no time to waste. Walking straight out of her sleeping quarters and down the corridor, she wanted to try and avoid speaking to anyone if she could help it. Stepping out into the main hub and scanning her eyes around cautiously, it didn't seem like anyone was lingering inside. Hurriedly moving forward that bit more, she noticed the door to the lounge was swung wide open and the massaging chair was working away. It was more than likely Cletus. Shrugging her shoulders she swiftly moved over to the elevators which took her above ground, leading to the squad's secret entrance. Infact, as it rose, a thought hit her, "Secret entrance... I could use this if they agree to help me."

Appearing within an unused building, Sharada covered up her tracks and exited, inputting a password to lock the door behind her as her face hit the warm, summer air. "Thank goodness.." Her voice muttered wearily, popping up from underground was always a nice feeling. Pulling off a Pokeball from her holster, the brunette tossed it forward, jumping ever so slightly as a powerful neigh rippled out of the Zebstrika's snout. Looking from left to right, he expected to be in a battle but froze as only Sharada stood before him. Blinking, the horse stepped forward, lowering his head slightly as if asking for a pat. He had been cooped up in his ball for a long time, a bit of affection wasn't going to go amiss. Smiling gently, her fear was still apparent as her hand moved forward cautiously, eyes closing tightly as her bare fingertips touched his short hair. Slowly parting one eye as she received no shock, she took a better look at Kirin, noticing his joyed expression. Tilting her head and smiling sweetly, she rubbed his snout gently, "Kirin... It has been a while, hm?" Recieving a neigh in reply, she laughed. "It's not battling what I need you for today, we need to travel somewhere. Quickly." Turning her head, she felt it was best to gather some distance before explaining the situation.

The next few moments were awkward to say the least as she tried to get on top of Kirin's back. A mixture of fear an irritation kicking in as she couldnt get up, the electrical zebra snorted before actually kneeling down and nudging her on top. Gripping tightly onto Kirin's neck, the electrical steed reeled back, neighing before thunderously jolting forward, dashing right through the center of Goldenrod City and out into the expansive wilderness. Leaping over fences and charging through trees, two duo were eventually at a safe enough distance before Sharada nudged her partner, suggesting him to stop. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Sharada remained on his back, "Kirin, we are heading back towards Joe's base. We need to talk to his gang and get them to help out. Without them, we can never save Doopliss!" Even as a young Blitzle, Kirin knew the situation with the shiny Ditto. If anything, it just proved to him how urgent this was. If Ditto had been held captive the entire time of his ownership between both Joe and Sharada then long since evolving, he was in agreement that now was the perfect time to get the poor Pokemon out of there.

Gripping her arms around Kirin's neck once again, Sharada needed to guide her galloping steed straight through the thick shrubbery, she managed to cut straight through to Violet before jumping straight into their forest edges and charging towards the border of Johto and Kanto. The journey was long and probably a little strenuous for Kirin, about half way there the two had come across a small spring, giving the chance for the Zebstrika to have a drink and rest his hooves whilst Sharada stretched her bones and collecting him some long grass to munch on. A good half an hour or so later, the two returned to their feet before taking off once again. It wasn't too long before they came across a familiar area, Kirin's galloping turning down to a mere trot as Sharada used her arms to lift away overgrown branches. This place was so far off the beaten path and that was the first good sign. Ducking down as the two moved through a shrub, their eyes were met with a wondrous sight. "The Warehouse... We made it!" Looking up into the sky, the sun was still beaming cloudless blue oozed like the ocean. Even better, it was still broad daylight. Jumping off the side of her steed, Sharada took off her glasses and released her hair from her ponytail. She was in her grunt uniform but surely if anyone was around, they would recognise it to be Sharada.

Kirin decided to remain out, nudging Sharada to place a comforting hand on his shoulder to support her as they stepped into the rubbled building. It was nerve racking being here once again, let alone feeling guilty enough for asking them to help her out. "H-HELLO?!" She called out, hoping a friendly face would welcome her and Zebstrika.

[The REAL Joey]

Considering the last time that Sharada had visited, they had reduced the already crumbly warehouse to mere ruins with the insane powers her Smeargle possessed. However, as she stepped inside through the raised door opening that had been left open for some ventilation she was greeted with a near perfect rebuilt version of the infrastructure the last time she was around. Amazingly, it also seemed to encompass the same old grotty design as if it had been around and disused for a good few years. However that was possible was a mystery but that was besides the point. Over on the far end of the empty warehouse floor was a group of familiar people all huddled around a large crate. A nearby barrel had been opened up an a warming fire was roaring and fending off the chills of the open. Although they were meant to be on guard duty, it seemed the usual suspects had decided to shirk their duties by going off and doing whatever they pleased.

"Hahaha! You ain't got nothin' on this. I'm gonna win this little game and you'll all go to bed sobbin' like little cry babbies!" The rowdy and booming voice came from the bald headed male who was excitedly bouncing on the crate seat he had pulled up, his hand wielding a number of cards. Another male, sitting on a decredpit old chair was shaking his head. Despite the fact it was fairly dark, he was still wearing his shades as if he was unaware of the lighting. "Pfffffffffffft, don't get too cocky. I always clean house. In more ways than one, eh? Eh? EH?" Also holding a set of cards, the fellow nudged the guy sitting next to him. His rather fabulous clothing and stuck up hair from his bandanna suited the man's rather highly strung voice. "Oh quiet you~ None are us great as the Magnificent Mer-" Getting an empty beer can thrown at him, it came from none other than a multi-coloured mohawked male sitting on the other edge of the crate, making up the group of four. "Ahhhhh shut it ya twat. If I hear ya goin' on about yer phony magic act one more tim-" Before he could finish, there was a sudden explosion of furore. Obviously this highly tense card game had come to a conclusion.

"AND SNAP! I WIN LADIES!" Pulling down his face mask and revealing a grin, the shaded male stood up and fist pumped the air as the others all threw down their cards in defeat. "Up yours Dusty." "I get it! You had an ace up your sleeve alllllllllll alooooong, mmmmmhhhhhmmm~?" "What a bloody joke." Only then did the shaded male look over. It was as if hi shades had picked up something. "OI UP LADS! We got a... Phwoar. These Pokemon. Such powerful, awesome strength... A thing of beauty! The moves on them too, I mean...! Wait." Lowering his shades to reveal a pair of incredibly squinty eyes, the male yelled out. "SHARADA!" As he did, all the other males stood up in unison and also shouted out her name. All at once, they charged over to meet her. "How the bloody 'ell yeh been eh?!" Hugged Rocko as he eventually let her go. "Ah, the darling Hoenn belle~ A memory too hard to forget~ You look ravishing, radiant, reeeeeesplendent~~~!" Swaying his cape around, the last to greet her was none other than Erik. "Aye up. Been a while, eh?" Leering his eyes he moved in. "Don't say a thing about my hair. I know." Leaning back, he looked around as if about to be ninja'd by an unknown person.

"So you come to hang out with the gang, eh? You may be all dressed up like a Rocket but we know a fellow member when we see one." Nodding his head, Dusty pushed up his glasses and laughed. The laugh soon turned to shock as he noticed a terrifying sight behind her. One that perturbed the whole of the group. "G-Gaaaah....!!" Winced Rocko. "Ooooooooooooooooh no~!!" Gasped Merton. "Told you guys..." Groaned Erik as he slumped. "Looks like we got found out." Mumbled Dusty. A sudden slither of a tongue behind her, it appeared that two serpent creatures were standing either side behind Sharada. One was an Arbok, the other a Seviper. Before anyone could say anything else, a voice boomed out from the warehouse speaker. "I thought I told you lot to be on look out?" Each of them pulling an equally depressed face, they sighed out in unison. Only Rocko bothered replying back. "Sorry Looker... Its only Sharada!" Grabbing the microphone as if annoyed, Looker responded. "I know that. Hold on." As if getting up from his surveillance room, it seemed they would be joined by another.

"So what's up, eh?" Questioned Rocko.

[Morrigan]

Upon taking a proper few steps inside, Sharada's blue eyes were able to dart around the innards of the warehouse. The last time she had traveled here for a surprise visit, it went terribly wrong. Her uncontrollable Smeargle almost blowing the place up and she was positive she made a negative first impression on the gang. But everything from the walls, to the cob webbed ceilings to the specks of dust scattered along the floor were all back to normal. In the most abandoned way possible. "Wow, everyone has really done a great job. I wonder if they all got their separate rooms installed." Her words murmured out audibly, the question not really able to be answered by her Zebstrika who snorted gently. Giving the steed a firm pat, the two entered a bit deeper, only to freeze on the spot at the sound of a flickering fire. Peering around a huge, metal beam which supported the structure, her eyes blinked as they settled on the sight of four familiar men. Not wanting to disturb them incase they were playing an important card game, Sharada merely bit her tongue and watched silently. If anything, it was nice to actually see friendly faces for once, especially those which she hadn't seen herself for many months.

The way they all interacted in their own way brought a beaming smile to her face, blushing cheeks lighting up her softly tanned skin. Covering her lips with the tips of her fingers as she was about to let out a giggle, she couldn't help but drop an inkling of her voice as Erik threw a empty can right as Merton. They sure were a funny bunch. Unlike her current squad, this was what she would call a true family. The depths of her heart was more than prepared to just toss in her journey had hang around here with Joe and his gang but in her current position, it was impossible to even imagine. Suddenly being cut off from her thoughts at the sound of Dusty jumping up and yelling in a celebrating manner, her look of shock turned to that of raised eyebrows and a puzzled smile. "They were playing Snap this entire time?" Her voice came across as if she wasn't all that surprised, hands resting wearily on her hips. But then, she froze. Dusty finally was looking her way and had alerted the others. There and then would've been the perfect time to shout out her introduction but she was instead swayed by such kind words from Dusty. Power, strength, a thing of beauty? All things ticked the right buttons to make her feel good about herself, if only he had been talking about actually her and not the team on her belt. Tilting her head to the side as he finally called her name, the brunette raised a hand, "You got me!" She called back, suddenly taken aback by the positive reactions of them all charging towards her.

First up was Rocko, the great big giant who leant forward and embraced the girl into a gentle hug, something a man of his appearance probably was least expected of. But he was such a sweet and gentle giant, she accepted it happily. His arms releasing her, Sharada was quick to raise her own, shooting a beaming grin up at him as she placed her small hands on his cheeks, "Rocko! I'm so glad to see you are well!" Distracted by a flip of a cape, the brunette withdrew her hands back down to her sides, turning to see Merton properly. "Ahh, lovely Merton~ You are looking just as magical as ever! Heehee, now that I'm here, I almost feel tempted to ask for one of those Blue Hawaii's you make so perfectly." Leaning in and placing a delicate fake kiss on his cheek, she smiled sweetly at the magician, she then took a step to the side to meet Erik, her eyes immediately darting up to his magnificent mohawk. Her expression obviously was filled with wonder and question but soon tried to push it to one side. Laughing it off, she held out a hand to give him a firm hand shake, "How are you doing Erik? You definitely fit that sort of guitarist role with your new 'do... Actually, the more I look the more I like it. Haha, not many people can say they pull off so many colours perfectly!"

Retrieving her hand, the next person she turned to was Dusty, a warm smile lingering over her face. Standing on the tips of her toes to wrap a firm hug around his shoulders, she pulled herself back as he started laughing out loud. "Thanks Dusty, that really means a--" Freezing on the spot, she suddenly pulled a puzzled frown as the four of them seemed to become a little tense. Looking from one to the other as they each said their own thing, a sudden crackle from the hooves of Kirin caused her to turn. Spotting the sight of two serpents looming behind her, the girl seemed to lose all colour in her face and dart back into Dusty's arms in shock. Cautiously looking over her shoulder, she thought perhaps she had been tailed her by a Rocket or something until a voice boomed from the walls. A little embarrassed, she stepped back from Dusty, brushing down his clothes before looking around to see where the voice was coming from. It was only Rocko that made it clear, "Looker..." Her voiced trailed off as communications were cut, he seemed to be on his way down.

Starting to feel like she was going to be scolded for not warning them of her arrival, it seemed Kirin was still untrusting of the Serviper and Arbok. Stepped forward she held up a ball, "Kirin, you traveled a long way to get here. Have a nice rest okay?... Dont worry, everyone here is safe." As his own eyes drilled into the four men, he nodded understandingly, being withdrawn in an instant whilst Sharada sighed and clipped him back onto her holster. Looking up quickly as Rocko spoke, Sharada straightened herself out before looking across the group of them before settling back on Rocko. Rubbing the back of her head wearily, she tried to force a smile, "W-Well as you might've guessed, I didn't just pop in because I was near the area... Some stuff if kicking off on the Rocket front and I thought it would be best to let you guys know. Or more importantly, I need your help with something. A bit of a rescue mission, you could say." Bowing her head, she seemed to tense up some, "I know it's not really my place to come crawling to you guys and get you involved but I hope you'll all hear me out."

[The REAL Joey]

Shaking his head as he folded his arms, Erik looked from side to side agitatedly. "Eh, don't mind him. He's got a right stick up his ass ever since that one hacker broke into the network and stole some stuff." Merton was quick to add on. "Truuu~uuuth be told, we've not seen the looo~oovely Looker for quite some time now. Holed up in his room." A shocked expression on his face revealed that things were obviously not going quite as well for the gang as they had first hoped. Worse yet was the sound of trouble on the Rocket infiltration front. Passionately stepping forward, Rocko clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "If them stinking losers have even laid a finger on ya... I'll demolish an entire squad of them for ya!" Nevertheless, as Sharada went on and explained further, he calmed down slightly and had a deep look of puzzlement on his bald head. "Rescue mission!? Awww... I was hopin' to smash some heads in..."

Drooping slightly, Dusty pushed by and had a curious look in his posture. "Say... If you mean rescue mission, you must mean ol' Doopliss eh?! You must'a really done a good job gettin' that info!" Turning to Rocko, he gave him a thumbs up and laughed cheerfully. "You'll be bustin' some heads after all, slaphead." Chiming in Merton, spun around on the spot before stopping still and letting his cape flow. "GAAAAAAAASP!? Could it beeeeee?! We get to set off the Rockets and watch them KAAAAAAAABOOOOOOM?!" The look in his eye was near over the moon. Obviously he had his own vendetta against the group. "Meh, i'm game. If I get to smash break a few ribs with my guitar, that's cool man." So far it seemed good, Sharada had barely laid down her cards and already a significant portion of Joey's gang were on board. Flailing his arms around before punching them together, Rocko dismissed her concerns. "Whaddya gettin' all worried about? You're part of this ol' gang ain'tcha?! One of us! And I don't think none of us lot will pass down the chance to rile some bastards up."

A door smacking open off in the distance had the whole group of four jump out of their skin momentarily. Expecting it to be Looker, they were instead greeted by none other than Eightball. Still wearing his melding mask after fixing up some bikes, it seemed that he had overheard some of this. "What are you goddamn slackers mouthin' off about... Now." Lifting up the melding mask, he seemed surprised that Sharada had come to visit. "Well, well, well. If it ain't Sharada. Top of the day to you missy." Coming over, the large and imposing frame of Eightball was as prominent as ever. At least beneath the threatening exterior was a pleasant and friendly interior... So long as you didn't mess with his bikes. As he came over, Rocko boomed to him. "EIGHT! EIGHT! EIGHT! Shar says she found Doopliss and we can go and do a rescue mission and run some Rocket scum under our wheels!" A wry grin spreading over Eightball's face, the very mention seemed to please him greatly. "This true? I thought I was gonna have to come 'ere and deck these lazy slobs but this might just turn out worthwhile after all..."

Before any further response could be made another set of doors went slamming open, this time a double set. Out of nowhere came tumbling a small, cutesy looking Happiny. Not a second later and out came flying a tall, slender purple clad female. Considering she was the only female of the gang, it was obviously Harley. "YUMINA! You little monster, get back here and now and stop messin' with other Pokemon's... SHARADA?!" Letting the Happiny known as Yumina wander about smashing a pretend egg in front of her face, Harley went over and gave Sharada an incredibly warm hug. "Awww, long time no see, eh? Nice of ya to stop down here for a bit. Gets a bit lonely bein' the only lass here and all." Rolling her eyes, she was taken aback by Rocko as he jumped forward like a kid on Christmas. "HARLEY! HARLEY! Shar says we can finally give the Rockets some payback! And we can get back Doopliss too!" Clenching his fists forward and a look of absolute joy on his face, his excitement was soon displaced as a stern cough came from above.

On top of the railing walk way was none other than a flashy dressed individual, dressed up in a sharp suit and a bright green hairdo to finish off his appearance. "At least the group is all here. Saves me contacting everyone." Resting a hand on the rail, he pushed himself upwards with an agile leap and landed downwards on a free space on the warehouse floor, his body kneeling down as he landed to stave off the impact. Moving towards the group, it became clear just how terrible he looked. Gaunt eyes, wrinkled face and bloodshot eyes were the main factors in realising this. "Tell us your plan." He called out to Sharada, not bothering to say hello. Looker was never the most warm of people but this seemed like a drastic change even for him. "G'dammit Looker, we ain't seen you in ages and you're straight down to business?! Not even a hello? What gives?" Shrugging backwards, Dusty proclaimed his surprise. "You know why." About to repeat his question to Sharada, Eightball shook his head. "Take that pipe bar out of your ass, son. It ain't doin' you no good. J don't blame ya for this. No one does." Piping up, Harley had since picked up Yumina who was giggling with glee as the female gang member put her two cents in. "We're a gang remember? Don't go all solo on us."

Pulling Sharada to one side, Erik nudged in and whispered. "Don't worry chick, you didn't come in at a bad time. Just get your news out and they'll down the hatch." Taking a step back, he ran his hands back through his mohawk before casually returning back to folding his arms and looking at this trivial affair with utter disdain.

OOC: Potential Eightball colour? Kinda hurried these.

[Morrigan]

Shivering at the mere thought of an angry Looker coming down into the main Warehouse, the words from Erik and Merton caused her to look between the two, confused. "Huuuh? A hacker got past Looker?" Well, that answered everything. She knew from Joe how much he praised and was in awe with Looker's ability to survey and keep things under tight locks. If someone managed to get through, then no wonder he was annoyed. "Did the hacker steal a lot? Was it just info or actual Pokemon?... And please dont say they belonged to Joe either. Poor guy cant catch a break." Sighing and rubbing her forehead wearily, she was beginning to get the impression that now Doopliss was planning to be saved, she would need to keep her eyes open for a few more. Even after rescuing the blue blob she intended to stick around for a little while longer but there was only so much she could do before others actually became suspicious. Shaking her locks of brown hair, she needed to push it to one side for now. Especially as Rocko rather boldly stepped forward with clenched fists. Glancing up at his imposing figure, she couldn't help but smile sweetly at his words. Placing both her hands on a single large fist of his, she tried to calm him down. "Don't worry, some missions have been emotionally painful but otherwise I've been fine. Besides, I may be small but I would fight back even if they tried to do anything."

Still smiling to hopefully brush away his worries, Sharada withdrew her gentle touch and turned to face a rather cheerful Dusty. Amazingly, he got it in one, a gleeful nod bobbing to confirm his thoughts. "That's right, it's about little Doopliss. And as long as you are okay with helping me, you can bash in the heads of as many Rockets as you like." Looking around, the four males appeared to jump on the band wagon quicker than she thought. Even the magical Merton was energized over such a plan. Turning back to reply to the booming voice of Rocko, she tilted her side slightly, moved by his sweet words. "W-Well I guess you could say that. I know we've only met once or twice but you've all made big impressions on me. Heehee, that's why I'm here to turn to you guys for help, like a little family I can trust." Suddenly flinching herself as a door swung open, the four males lined up in front of her obstructed her view somewhat. Expecting a telling off, it was instead a different voice which boomed along the walls, causing the brunette to pop her head around from Rocko, her large eyes settling on Eightball. Smiling, she parted her mouth to speak but a rather energetic Rocko chimed in first. Rubbing the back of her head slightly, it seemed she was in need of explaining things a bit clearer but he had the main gist of it. Receiving Eightball's grin, Sharada finally had the chance to explain. "Hey there Eightball, sorry to drop in unannounced. I hope I haven't interrupted anything." Noting the mask on his head, the last thing she wanted was to have disturbed his work.

Jumping again, she felt this time for sure it was Looker but this Warehouse was always full of surprises. Blinking at the sight of a dashing Happiny, her first thoughts was why such a hazardous place like had babies running around but then a female came chasing in after it, trying to catch her. Meeting her line of sight, Sharada was so happy to actually see the one friendly female face she knew. "HARLEY!" She called back, taking a few energetic bounds forward to meet the female half way and holding her just as tightly back. As they swayed slightly on the spot before pulling away, Sharada grinned up to the motherly woman, "I know what it's like. Where I am at the moment, I'm pretty much only surrounded by m--" Being cut off, Sharada released a rather nervous laugh as Rocko this time bounced towards Harley, giving her his version of just why she was here to visit. Turning to the fellow female to explain a bit clearer, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as a cough sounded from above. Taking a step back and darting her gaze upward, her entire body seemed to flinch at the sight of Looker, his stern voice calling out before he took an agile leap down. Backing up a little as he moved closer, Sharada nervously whimpered, "L-Looker! It's been, er, a long..." Biting her tongue as he strictly called out to her, she was tugged back by Erik as the other gang members momentarily tried to converse with the suit clad male.

A little shocked by his rough appearance, the brunette took in Erik's words and nodded, but still wore a look of worry. His face looked awful and judging from how the others were acting, it seemed this really was their first time in seeing him for a while themselves. Gulping nervously with shaking fingertips, she took a step forward and called out, "I-IT'S OKAY!" She knew they were all worried about him but right now, she needed to get her information out on the table. "I dont have much time but I've gotta lot to say, so bare with me a little... Er.." Looking around, she moved off slightly so she could get a better view of everyone around her. Her nerves of speaking in front of them all were clear as she stuttered a bit at first. "As Dusty guessed, I've finally managed to track down the location of Doopliss, Joe's Ditto." Suddenly becoming a bit down, she glanced to the floor, "He's in really bad shape. The scientist of our squad has been trying to merge his cells together with the fur of these two Zorua, fox like creatures from Unova. I haven't been able to find out what they are exactly making but he looked so depressed and weak..." Looking back up, she held out a hand as she continued to explain. "I was originally hoping to do a solo rescue mission but there are far too many people in the squad, along with fiddling around with things like the surveillance tapes and the electrical bars on the cages. Then actually getting out. It's impossible for me to do alone without someone noticing something odd. Then there is the fact the scientist never leaves his post."

Sighing, she paused for a moment to look around, making sure that everyone was still on the same page as her. "That's when I thought of you guys." Turning to Looker she nodded to him, "I wanted to warn you by calling first but I seriously dont trust my current position in Team Rocket. I didn't want to risk them listening in somehow... I havent been able to get a hold of Joe for the past few months either." Rubbing the back of her head, she figured things probably hadn't been easy on his front either. "The amount of you all matches perfectly to those in my current Rocket squad, including myself. So my plan was for you guys to rile them up some and force them to leave our area. Then keep them busy outside in Goldenrod streets whilst I snatch Doopliss out of there." Itching her cheek, her tone seemed to trail off as if finding some things in her plan were still full of holes. "But there are one or two problems." Curling a few strands of hair behind her she held both hands this time, palms facing upward as she explained matters further. "The whole idea of this plan is to force the squad of Rockets out. Unfortunately, that would mean me too. I cant be outside pretending to fight of you guys as well as saving Doopliss."

Letting out a defeated sigh, she looked around for a bit of hopeful advice any of them could add. "And there is one other thing." Her nerves disappearing, she straightened herself out, both face and voice becoming deadly serious. "If this plan does go through, I need to make sure you all promise a few things. No going solo and no telling Joe." Particularly darting her warning towards Looker, she added more, "I'll be giving you guys blueprints of our squad and secret entrances, passwords and the like. I dont want Joe to be involved in this in no shape or form what so ever. I dont want him going all stubborn and charging in there and getting himself killed... And I dont want that happening to any of you either." Tilting her head back, she raised her eyebrows worriedly, "I have more news but, it's more like a heavy suspicion. Then I overheard something else and... He knows about Looker and Rocko and--" Wanting to say so much at once probably sounded like nothing but mere muttering to the gang. But closing her eyes tightly and suddenly bowing her torso, she yelled out, "Please just give me your word and aide! I need to save Doopliss but I couldn't bare any of you getting hurt in the process!"

OOC: I prefer his current colour really, the other looks a little too similar to Dusty?

[The REAL Joey]

As the entirety of Joey's gang were now standing together minus the charming thief himself, it seemed that everyone could quickly be bought up to speed. As Sharada questioned about what had happened, Looker rather bluntly recalled the event. "An unknown hacker broke into our system and took a grand total of ten of Joey's Pokemon. Since then I have been unable to do anything." His fists now clenched angrily at his sides, it was impossible to get the same indication from his face alone. Not even a crease or wrinkle caused by anger were visible. "All we got was his online handle. Most hackers employ one." His voice fading, he recalled it with an empty tone. "Lateralus." Raising an eyebrow, Dusty placed a pondering hand over his chin. "Well, it's somethin' eh? Raiding networks can't be much more different from raidin' houses so you'll find a trace right? I mean... You did with the name." Shrugging, Dusty adjusted his specs. "Just be glad it weren't the Rockets."

A mumble from around the group seemed to agree in unison with Dusty but soon died down as they listened to what was far more important. Sharada's escape plan. As they had the context of her findings so far, disgusted faces and looks of horror were widespread. All aside from Looker, whom merely stood there with his gaunt eyes staring. "That's g'damn far enough. Cruelty to Pokemon is just too much, man. Respect others and receive respect onto yourself. A motto I go by and I damn well ain't givin' the mob a shred." Muttered Erik who looked ready to turn into a raving hooligan. "Teeeeerrible!" Wailed Merton. "A true master of disguuuuise does not rely on such convenient tricks, you see! Mmmmhhhmmmmm! Nothing beats the power of magic, ohohoho~!" Eightball had folded his arms and seemed perturbed. "Meh. If they accomplish what they need, its another danger for us. They could infiltrate an' exterminate." Struggling with Yumina in her arms, Harley sighed. "The poor things... Doopliss was always such a cutie. He was a nice extra pair of hands attending the gardens."

Looker on the other hand seemed to have his interest piqued at the mention of the Zorua. "Such a rare species... Team Rocket obviously has their tendrils far and wide to receive such creatures." Rocko on the other hand was stirring up something fierce with his restlessness. "That science guy ain't human! You gotta leave the post sometime... I mean, hell knows me and Dusty sla-OW!" Receiving a jab out of nowhere, Rocko glared at Dusty. The little annoyance dying down, everyone listened on to what the girl had to say next. She had certainly planned this through and came to the right place. The look of dishing out a bit of hurt for once was plain to see. "Haw haw haw, the fact you thought of us when it came to beatin' up some punks shows how good we are. I'm PUMPED to lay the hurt down!" His arms ripping into the air and a roar from his massive frame, Rocko appeared psyched as it was. Without a shred of hesitation three others stepped forward to show their support. "Cooounnnnnnt me in daaaa~aaa~aaarling Sharada! It would be this rogue's highest honour to unleash a juggling explosion of bombs for your caaaauuuse!" "Heh. You dunno how long i've been itchin' to get outta this dump. Given I have a mohawk I doubt anyone will recognise me now but that don't matter. I'm gonna shred some carnage." "Just because all these testosterone filled bozos think they can do it, I best jump in as well and show 'em that us ladies can do just as good too, huh? I may not be all that strong but I more than make up with it thanks to my concoctions and sprays."

The only muted responses were Eightball, Looker and Dusty. Stepping forward, Eightball made his concerns clear. "Alright little lady. Lemme set it straight. You want us to make a racket and get their attention. We got some souped up bikes but ain't no Rocket gonna be bothered by us if we're not direct up in their faces." Tilting his head to the side, he poked out a potential flaw in her plan. "You say about some secret entrance, but sounds like we best strike at night. With all the little ratty scum napping away, we can do some damage in the long run too." Making a small shrug, he continued. "But, I ain't gonna say no to raisin' some hell." Flicking his welding helmet down, he turned his back. "I'm gonna go rig up a few more bikes for us all." Heading off, Dusty was the next to speak. It was hard to judge what he was thinking but his sudden explosion of life was enough to make it obvious he had been thinking. "I got it! You don't think the best burglar in the universe would have nothin' to say? Nah? Good. Right, I see a flaw too but I got just the remedy. If you're collectin' the captives, ain't they gonna notice you gone?" Pulling down his breath mask, he showed a conniving grin. "Get this." Taking a Pokeball out of his pocket he made it appear before Sharada revealing a Ditto.

"Transform and copy that classy lady will ya?!" Nodding, the Ditto concentrated and it wasn't long before a life like, exact copy of Sharada was standing before them all. "Heh, i'll just go toe to toe with'cha and they'll be none the wiser. Ain't just a pretty face am I?!" Laughing, Looker raised a hand and bought up his own objections. "You're leaving Joe out of this?" His tone was completely expressionless so it was difficult to tell if he was angry or keen on the idea. As if debating with himself on the inside, Looker turned away and took a few steps away from the group. For such a gang based group such as they were, it was almost impossible to see such an aloof figure as Looker even being there. However, stopping as he made a small distance, he spoked out once more. "Very well. No informing Joe." Still not facing them, he suddenly turned around and nodded. "But first you must give me everything you promised. I want a good description of the squad we are up against and their Pokemon. Blueprints, I shall take care of." Looking to the rest of the group he spoke out. "Get preparing." All nodding at once, the group moved out all of a sudden. As they dispersed, Looker moved closer to Sharada.

"What was this about Rocko and I...?"

[Morrigan]

Hearing more about what had happened whilst she has been busy with the Rocket infiltrating, Sharada couldn't help but raise a hand to calm her stressed forehead with a gentle rub of her fingertips. "Ten Pokemon... He really can't catch a break afterall.." Looking up as she noticed Looker tense his fists, atleast some parts of his body actually showed emotion unlike his facial features. Giving him a look of sympathy and understanding, there was no way she could pin the blame on him. Especially with how he had been hidden away this entire time to even the rest of the gang. "Dammit Looker, everyone else is right. That isn't your fault at all and I know damn well if Joe was standing here, he'd be just as upset seeing ya blame yourself like this. Dont beat yourself up over something way outta your control. This guy was obviously some freak to get past you in the first place... Tsk, I'm sure you tried you're best." Trailing off, she caught wind of the name this hacker used though it didn't ring any bells at all. Remaining silent as Dusty and the rest of the gang piped up to stick in a good word for Looker, Sharada just stared right back to him. "I dont want to be the bearer of bad news but dont count Rockets out straight away. Looker, when you get a moment, send me a list of the stolen Pokemon. I'll keep my ears open in base for any whispers of some expert hacker with that name. You'll be my first port of call if I find even a scent, alright?"

Changing the subject over to Doopliss, Sharada was somewhat relieved that most, if not all, were on her side in some form or another. The last thing she wanted was to turn up and them not believe a word she say but luckily, they accepted her information. Nodding, she explained a little more, "The scientist is called Schnell. He let slip that he was working on something called Disguise Fabric. But before I could even slip in a question about it, two others came in and pushed him to work faster, so I was pretty much kicked out." Looking to Merton, he seemed spot on, thus she nodded in his direction, "Masters of Disguise. That's exactly what I would call the two who are after this stuff. There's a male and the female, the boss dubbed them as Cloak and Dagger. They dressed up as a pair of Gym Leaders and they were pretty much flawless, despite their natural voices." Turning back to Looker as he mentioned the foxes, she let out a sigh and tilted her head. "Again, Zorua... I have no idea what they are but I'm guessing they have the same properties or similar to a Ditto. If I can, I want to get them out the same time as Doopliss." Suddenly flinching as Dusty took a jab at the loud mouthed Rocko, Sharada glanced between the two with wide eyes and a puzzled expression. "What was that?" She questioned in a bemused manner before shaking her head from side to side and receiving a bit more positive feedback from the gang. Smiling from one person to the next as they all chipped in with their own bits, she really felt relieved. "Thank you all, I really am relying on your own individual skills, too. Really, thank you."

Now looking across, she was actually a little shocked that even Dusty had remained silent. Clenching her jaw and tensing up her shoulders, she gazed sadly over to the three males who in turn, spoke out their own thoughts. The imposing Eightball was up first, her eyes darting up to his as he stepped forward and explained what was on his mind. Pursing her lips a little, she suddenly gave an energetic nod to his words, "Striking at night sounds like a great plan. Like I say, the scientist will be awake but he is easily spooked. The sight of you guys will probably force him to jump in a cage before the boss actually gives us all orders to attack back." Clapping her hands together, she added a little more, "And you guys can damage as much as you want. I dont even know half of the stuff what is being researched, so really focus your smashing in the labs... Or wherever you like!" Turning on the spot, she beamed over to Dusty, "We have a little lounge area with loads of goodies just begging to be stolen~" Her words almost teasing, she bowed and thanked Eightball before he waltzed off to sort out their transport, this time, her favourite little burglar stepping forward. At first she was shocked how silent he had been but as he too explained, she quickly understood. "Y-You're right.." She sighed in a depressed tone but soon perked up as he appeared to have a solution. Still looking a little unsure, it wasn't until he released a Ditto of it's own which quickly transformed into a perfect copy. Eyes lighting up and grin beaming, she examined her copy. "Dusty, this is a perfect! If you can just look busy battling a fake me, then they wont suspect a thing! I'll let you borrow one of my Pokemon too, okay?" Grinning in joy, it was only the words of Looker which made her fall into a pit of guilt.

Noticing him turn his back, Sharada frowned lightly and took a step forward. "I think it's for the best." She swiftly called back, watching him in worry as he started walking in deep thought. If there was one thing she appeared to be adamant on, it was no Joe. At all. Sighing in relief and closing her eyes as those agreeing words filled her ears, she was soon quick to tense up as he finally turned and began asking for the required information. Unfortunately, their Pokemon was something she didn't know but she still had a lot to inform him, if only him. Dismissing the gang to get on with tuning out the plan, her eyes darted to the floor as he approached her, questioning something which she had said. Still not looking at him, she remained silent, looking over his shoulder until everyone had disappeared. "Keep this between you and me. Okay?" Meeting her own eyes with his bloodshot ones, she seemed almost hesitant, as if not wanting to push anymore stress onto him. But she had let it slip now and he would only be angry if she didn't say. Lowering her voice some so that it wouldn't echo, it was clear she wanted to keep this quiet. "I overheard a conversation my boss was having, a phone call. I think he has hired imposters to pose as you, Joe and Rocko, doing cheap crimes to dirty your names in Goldenrod... I damn well doubt there is another trio with the same names, you know what I mean?" Narrowing her eyes, she continued, "You all have a history with Team Rocket, I know. But why this all of a sudden? Well, he mentioned something about being aware that Joe was snooping around and being a pain lately. But that's not all..."

Trailing off yet again, she seemed pained to say these next few words, hoping she wasn't flinging around any lies to get him riled up. "My bosses name is Royce Johnson... Looker, I think it's Joe's father." Gritting her teeth and glaring down to the floor, she placed her spread fingertips on forehead, "If it really is, I dont know what to do. This is why I dont want Joe involved. It's wrong and he can be mad and shout and hate me all he wants but I'm just trying to be careful... And I want you and Rocko to keep an eye out too, all of you." Looking back up, the worry and strain was apparent on her stressed and upset face, "I'm sorry if I'm acting too rash. I dont know any of their Pokemon besides seeing a Raticate and a Grumpig, everything else is a mystery to me too. I was only put in this squad literally a day or two ago but as soon as I saw Doopliss, I didn't think and just rushed right here." Clenching her fists, she sighed sadly, "Please forgive me. I haven't made things easy by not finding enough about them as a team. All these possibilities just really scared me." Blinking and looking away, it seemed the moment was starting to catch up with her and emotions were showing a bit too much. Digging a hand into a small bag attached to her belt, she brought out the blueprints of the base along with her Poketch. "H-Here, I'll send a close up of Goldenrod with the secret base and password and such to you. You guys can blow it up on a big screen and discuss how to approach it... It'd be best I not know it bit for bit, so I can be naturally shocked too." Handing him the blueprints, she began to tap her fingers against the screen, sending all necessary information to Looker's own, including names and brief descriptions of all members so they could get a rough picture.

Glancing over her shoulder and then back down to the time, she looked up once again, "It would be best for me to dash as soon as possible. Do you need anything else?"

[The REAL Joey]

Standing alone in the empty confines of the massive warehouse floor, it felt somewhat uncomfortable considering the person she was engaging conversation with had such a trouble conveying emotion. Nevertheless, with everything she had said, it was clear that there must have been some emotion still deep down in his fashionable looking body. As he listened to Sharada's words towards the end, it seemed like Joey's right hand man had a lot to consider. What she had questioned did bring up a lot for him to think of his own. It had been precisely two years since the Kanto Biker Federation was framed for crimes committed by Team Rocket members but surely that wasn't the link, it was coincidence. "I do not know. Judging from what you have reported, along with various police radio transmissions I have been intercepting, it sounds like Team Rocket is gearing up for something large scale." Staring her dead in the eye, it was somewhat unnerving how emotionally cold he seemed. "And with the number of recruits they are enlisting... Trouble is brewing."

Thinking about it, his eyes widened somewhat but without a hint of emotion from the rest of his face. "Joey did report back to me the other day. He mentioned something odd unfolding in Goldenrod." Falling silent, he seemed to be thinking it over. "I haven't heard from him since... Perhaps he ran afoul of these imposters you speak of?" Worse yet was the mention of Joey's father. His face wanting to grimace, the stylish gang member seemed perturbed by the mention of his name. "Royce Johnson? Surname common but forename uncommon. The chances are too slim for them to be different individuals." Looking up into the corner of the expansive warehouse, he shook his head. "Joe only ever told me of his name, not even a picture to hold to his name." Straightening out his jacket and tie, he looked uncomfortable. "His presence complicates matters." Realising she had the material for him, he accepted it and let the transfer complete. "Understood." Looking up to her eyes again, their dark green hue seemed betraying cold of such a warming colour. "We shall be fine." Tucking the blueprint under his arm, he stared back at her. The silence between them getting almost unbearable.

"Farewell." Turning on the spot, his loafers pattered against the cold, hard floor of the warehouse as he moved over to one of the main doors of the warehouse.

Leaving her to exit, he moved back into one of the newly rebuilt rooms of the warehouse. The last time she had visited, the bar was about the only room still standing but it had been in need of a good fixing not after any Pokemon attack but after their drunken furore they had kicked up. Sitting inside were all of Joe's gang preparing up for the fight ahead. Looking at them all, Looker decided to remain silent and listen in on the conversation. "Man alive, after all this time we get some solid payback we can deliver. Sharada don't waste no time, that's fer sure." Having removed his welding mask and rigged up all of their motorbikes for the raid, he had gone to collect Pokemon for the fight. "Weeeeeeeell, I doooooooo honestly think some conjured explooooooosions miiiiight be of use~ I should love to see to it that these phoooony impersonators are dealt proooooooperly, mmmhhmmm. KABOOOOOM! Ehehehehe!" His belt full of Pokemon, it seemed Merton was ready in addition. Over in the corner was Erik who was shifting through some guitars. "Heh, i'll use this one ya rigged me up Eight. I love smashin' m'instruments so with this reinforced metal it'll have a bit more welly, man."

Slinging it over his shoulder, the rainbow mowhawked rockstar was ready. Harley too who jumped to his side. "You promise to be careful okay Erik? I know how mental you can get. Just watch where you sling that too... Sheesh." Sitting at the bar however were two other members, Rocko and Dusty. Both of which were enjoying a final drink before the great hurrah. "As a man who loves wreckin' stuff, I cannot tell you how psyched I am to be doin' this. You look pretty over the moon too, four eyes!" Sure enough, Dusty was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the prized Pokeball sitting in his hands, ignoring Rocko's friendly jibe. "She let me use one of her Pokemon! HOW COULD I NOT BE HAPPY?!" Admiring it through his shades, he was given an inside view of the creature without even having to summon it. "Shame I gotta give this back after but all for a good cause." Only then did Looker bother calling out. "Fellow members... It is time." Clearing a few empty beer cans off of the bar, he rolled out the blueprints and gathered everyone round in earnest for the escape attempt ahead.

[Morrigan]

Standing in a tense position after releasing all her knowledge onto Looker, it felt almost a relief knowing someone else was now aware of what she knew. It was only due to his lack of emotion, gestures and facial expressions that she wasn't sure how he took it all. For now, she needed to listen to his blunt words and try to decipher any sort of hidden emotion in that heart of his. His mentioning of something large scale caused her to fold her arms, head tilting to the side and eyes looking up as if she were trying to remember anything else. "For the majority of my time so far, most of my knowledge has been scarce. I've been running solo to climb the ranks, only now that I'm in a squad will I probably start learning more. I promised Joe to feed him out information on anything major, so I'll be sure to send a brief your way aswell." Mentioning the name of Joe, Sharada seemed to partly light up as Looker noted he had been in contact with him only recently. Although what was to follow wasn't exactly as positive to her ears. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, she seemed to become a little more agitated, "If those guys have done anything to him...!! ... No. No, I'm sure Joe would beat them.. I'm sure he is fine."

Her eyes trailing off to the ground, she honestly hoped that he hadn't been caught up in any trouble. She had so much to tell him, he couldn't fail her now. Raising a hand to her eye and rubbing it gently, she peered her line of sight back up at the green haired male, her face tensing as he too seemed suspicious of the name. "It's not too clear unless you stare for long enough but I'd say they have a slight resemblance in appearance too... I just didn't want to convince myself it was just incase it was me trying to grasp at anything. But since you are a bit weary of it too, I'll keep on guard." Lifting up her hands slightly, she tried to assure him that he wasn't aware of Sharada and Joe's connection. "I dont think he is aware of who I am, either. He merely approached me and the guys lined up next to me in the recruitment hall. If he does start suspecting anything just please make sure to keep everyone safe." As the information all went through and silence reigned once more, a rather speechless Sharada couldn't quite take her gaze off Looker. He abrupt farewell and walking off choked her a little but what was she expecting? A warm hug? Wanting to shout back and wish him luck, she couldn't even bring up the words.

Gritting her teeth, she tossed Kirin's ball forward, the electrical steed emerging from the light with a flash of lightning striking from it's hooves as they touched the floor. Remaining silent, she pushed herself onto his back, catching a glimpse of Looker's tail coat before needling her steed into action. As he loud neigh echoed throughout the warehouse as if warning everyone inside of her farewell, the sound of hooves taking off soon turned into nothing to them, as Sharada took off just as quickly as she had arrived. Keeping her head low as they thundered through the low trees and overgrown shrubs, all she could think about was wishing them the best. She had left Devia, her precious Liepard in the capable hands of Dusty, the rest of her team being of use in this escape plan. Clinging hold of Kirin's neck as he neighed once more and leapt over a familiar spring of water, the brunette sighed as she looked up and through the gaps in the trees. The sky was still blue which was great, the time probably being something along the lines of gone lunch time. If they kept up this speed they would easily arrive in Goldenrod by evening. "Keep going Kirin, I really need you to push yourself now." Flinching in fear as the Zebstrika released a few rogue sparks of electricity, she merely flinched and clutched her friend tighter. Knowing that if they used a bit of electric to burn, they would surely move faster.

Picking up the pace, the duo thundered through the wilderness and before they knew it, were right on the outskirts of Violet. Leaping over the bushes and almost mowing a person down, Sharada grimaced as they charged through the streets, almost knocking over more innocent bystanders. Soon enough they merged back in with the woodland, the very outskirts of Ilex Forest if it were. Continuously moving in a straight line, Kirin seemed to slow as his nose picked up on the scent of sea air, it taking a little longer for Sharada to realise herself as she was too busy clinging to the zebra for dear life. However, as his dash turned into a trot, she knew they had arrived. Popping out of the woodland, her blue eyes were met with the sight of the sun just beginning to set over the sea line. The Skyscrapers of Goldenrod being right up the dirt path. Finally straightening her back and stretching some, Sharada gently nudged Kirin in the back as if asking him to trot on, a gentle hand rubbing his neck happily, "You have done so well, Kirin. Thank you so much for your help." Receiving a snort as he approached the city, it was clear that he was tired.

Directing the horse down the nearest alley, she jumped off his back with an agile leap and gave him a good rub and nuzzle of affection. "Okay, I'll walk the rest of the way. No doubt I'll need you later so have a really good rest." Withdrawing him, the Rocket Grunt now needed to get her stealth boots on as she dashed along the back alleys, trying not to make her huge red R appear to any locals. Sneakily sliding across the majority of Goldenrod City, she eventually found the abandoned building which led down to her base. Secretively entering the codes before locking them behind her, her tense posture soon drooped a great deal as her feet touched the elevator. That had been several hours of pure rush and the day wasn't quite over. Grunting at the familiar sight of her "new home" she stepped into the main hub, a genuine look of tiredness stretched across her face. Forcing herself to look almost grumpy, she didn't care if anyone was there to welcome her back or question her absence. Instead, she walked with slight haste back to her own room, opening the door to the female dorm and closing it with a slight slam.

With narrowed eyes as if expecting a foul tongue from Langley to growl at the barging in girl, she was pleasantly surprised to hear silence. Letting down her hair, kicking off her shoes and laying on the top of her bed peacefully, her eyes seemed to wince open. In a mere few hours she'll be saving Doopliss and the other Zorua. She just hoped that they would be cooperative when the time were to come.

[The REAL Joey]

The journey may have been swift for Sharada on the back of her thundering steed but hot on her trail were a whole gang of bikers revving their engines as they traversed along the empty stretch of road that connected up all the major cities and towns in Johto. As they had departed in the dead of night, traffic congestion was an inconceivable notion. Speeding along in an arrow pointed formation, the sheer non-uniformity of them all really hit home as one looked at their ranging motorcycles, weapons and attire. And yet, they were still as one. A motley crew of kindred souls from all walks of life. As they sped along with ferocity, a common wavelength between their minds all bonded them as a group. Not only were they going to enact a bit of revenge after a lengthy duration of torment but they were going to band together and use what talents they had to save three innocent creatures from the sickening acts Team Rocket would hope to commit.

As they ventured on, it would not be long before they came into the hustling metropolis that was Goldenrod. Even in the dead of night there was still life to be found but it didn't bother them. Merely cruising on until they reached their destination, they soon disappeared out of sight as they rode down the large alleyway that would lead them to their target. As they killed their motors in the centre of this large alleyway connected up with for other paths, the gang had one last briefing before they unleashed all hell. "Everyone set?" Called out Looker in a surprisingly determined tone. He had rolled in on his slick modern motorbike and was wearing his flashy attire, even somehow retaining his hat through the blowy ride. Next to his waist coast were two holsters holding a pair of daggers. Lifting the visor up on his helmet, Rocko grinned as he took his hands off the handles and smashed his fists together. "Me and my knuckleduster are gonna have so much fun." His bike was sturdy and akin to that of a cruiser, low laying and steady. The next to speak was Eightball who had unwrapped the chains from his body and slung them around his fists, ready to swing around and smash into matter with. "Everythin' is a-okay this end. All the bikes should be runnin' flawlessly. And don't screw with the nitro boosters unless we get cornered and need to get the hell outta dodge." Patting his other spare hand on the side of his bike, Eightball had also chosen a similar cruiser to Rocko's albeit with sturdier plating.

Laughing, Merton chimed in, his combed up hair still in one piece. Still wearing his showy cape and magician get up, it seemed like the disgraced magic act was willing to put aside his rivalry with Eightball to compliment him for his efforts. "Eiiiiiiiight, Eiiiiiight, Eiiight, my daaaaarling acquiantance. Do you assume that moi would be so hasty to let rip the chaaaarge? Ohohoho~!" As if wearing a bandolier, his body was outfitted with a number of Pokeball designed grenades. "Just don't get too explosion happy, Mert." Mumbled Eightball as he gestured a nod with head at Merton's touring designed bike. "I spent a good while building that." Butting in out of nowhere as he usually did, Dusty adjusted his spectacles as he revved his motor to cut in. "Pah! Don't make me laugh Eight. If your bike did get wasted, i'd just rob all ya need in a flash. Still, I love the finish you did on mine." Letting out a feisty whistle, he laughed as he made sure his sack was still intact. "I gotta lotta stuff with me so i'm glad I could strap it down." His bike was surprisingly fairly standard looking but had an incredible priority on engine power for quick getaways. "So what's the plan? We're just gonna whizz in and wreck all kinds crap? Heh, reminds me of that gig I did in '99."

A heavy, steel encased guitar on his back, it appeared Erik had somehow managed to lug his weapon of choice all the way on a light weight framed dirt bike. "Just be careful we don't hit Sharada down there. I'm sure she said she was going straight to bed but main thing is, don't fall into a drunken rage." Sitting up from the helm of her dragster bike, Harley had lifted up the visor on her own helmet in order to speak with them. "We ain't all mindless yobs y'know, Harley!" Rebutted Rocko as he felt a little hurt about supposedly turning into a mindless hooligan. "Pft, says the guy who didn't quite piece it together when Sharada first turned up at the warehouse." About to enter a bicker, Looker bluntly coughed and darted his eyes at both parties. "Enough. Wait here." Getting off his bike, he kicked down the stand and moved over to where they had been given the tip off to the secret entrance. "These large dumpsters not only smell bad but have an automated defence mechanism to ward off potential trainers who stumble upon it." Moving in, he knowingly flipped open a front of the dumpster and revealed a little terminal. "Simple..." He muttered as the rest of the gang looked to one another. "We're in."

Speeding back to his bike, Looker raised his voice over their engines. "We hit hard. We hit fast. And we don't look back." Revving up his motor, he did a somewhat showy wheelie as he moved into gear and it wasn't long before they all drove into the large elevator that just barely fit them all. "Least we don't have to take turns goin' down." Joked Dusty as he rolled his eyes. As the elevator dropped into place, the steady descent down was filled with silence. Those wearing helmets had placed down their visors while others were focusing ahead at what would be awaiting them. All of them trusted Sharada as had Joey put his entire faith in her so none of them were scared of the potential plausibility that this may have been a trap. Such an idea was blasphemous to even consider. Now getting to the base of the floor to the area they would be assaulting, all of them revved up their motors at once like a vehement legion of indignant lions and sped onwards into the dome. Given that there were seven of them, they split off into different areas. Looker, Dusty and Rocko took point and went ahead to damage the heart of the base. Eightball and Merton took off to the right and headed towards the lab. This left Erik and Harley who went crashing through the glass pane surrounding the recreation area. By some stroke of the luck, there was nobody there to greet them.

Speeding by in unison, Looker was quick to take a dagger out and slash through any wires that came his way. "Sabotage was never so easy." Dusty and Rocko however had taken to pummelling equipment with a lead pipe bar and knuckledusters respectively. "7 objects destroyed already, you sure you can keep up baldy?!" Spinning around on his bike, Rocko diverted his line of attack onto a whole new tangent. Speeding off, he whacked out his arm and bought down a whole suspended set of TVs. "Haha in your dreams, Dusty! I just scored a round 10 with that!" Given the screeching sound of their rubber, it had alerted the first line of defence. Coming from out of a workbench were three of the grunts that Royce had picked out alongside Sharada. As if they had finally found some sort of footing in a group as a trio based fighting, they moved in on the three causing havoc in the main dome. "Stop right there you intruders!" "In the name of Team Rocket, we'll smite you down!" "So prepare to fight and endure a new plight!" Breaking, the members of Joey's gang stared them down. "Run them down." Screeching off, Looker was the first to depart and actually went colliding into the centre of the group. "WORKS FOR ME!" Roared Rocko as he accelerated onwards but jumped off as he grappled onto his target of the trio and began pummelling them with his knuckleduster equipped fists. Last to go was Dusty, who merely looked at his lead pipe and shrugged. Slinging at him like a make shift boomerang, he knocked the grunt out cold before moving on to pick up his weapon once more and cause some more destruction.

Elsewhere, Merton and Eightball had made it to the lab grounds. Breaking through the glass with their bikes, they skidded sideways as they were encountered by one of the Rocket squad. "Vhat is zis?! INTRUDE-VAHHHH!" Imprisoned as Eightball slung out his steel chain, he began dragging him forwards as the chain constricted down on Schnell, Eightball using all of his upper body strength to doggedly pull the scientist towards him. "Shut up pencil neck." As he got within distance, Eightball revved up his motor and with a slack of the chain, clotheslined into him, knocked Schnell out cold to the floor. "This looks like the lab. Don't go too crazy Mert." Giggling with a terrible glee, Merton lifted one hand up from the handles as he began tearing off grenades. "BOOOOO~OOOOMBS~ BOOOOO~OOOOMBS~ BOOOOO~OOOOMBS~ Coooome and get them Rocket RATS!" Speeding around in a circle, Merton began flinging them in every which way, causing huge explosions to go off that created severe damage to everything they touched. By the time the explosions had taken their toll on the laboratory equipment and computing, the base was now bathed in a disorientating shade of red as the alarms sounded off and their presence was duly noted. "C'mon! Regroup, we don't wanna bust this up too bad as Shara won't be able to rescue them 'mons!" Turning, both Eightball and Merton departed, not before Merton dropped off a few more bombs that quaked the entire room.

"Tch, they couldn't wait until we had started our own fun." "I know, I know... Best make the best of this then, right?" Nodding, they both began speeding around the rec room, smashing their weapons into whatever luxurious item they could come across. Erik especially was quite pleased as his guitar rocked into the large screen TV inbuilt to the wall. "Steal what ya can, Harley! Some of this is pretty good and we could make use of back at the hangout." Lifting up her visor, she gave Erik a dodgy look. "I thought this was a revenge mission, not some kinda looting?" Snickering, Erik shrugged and began whacking his guitar into more stuff. "Bugger if I know." As the mindless ransacking continued on, the dormitory bunks were only beginning to stir at the sound of an intrusion. In the ladies one specifically, Langley had awoken with an absolute fury plaguing her expression. "I swear to god... If that is Cletus screwin' up again... Dumb hick." Realising that she no longer shared the female dorms to herself, she moved over and gave Sharada a few stern nudges. "Oi, new girl. Wake up, we got a situation and we best hurry down there." Waiting for her to get up, the two dashed out with Langley's heels clacking against the floor until they entered the main dome. As they stepped into it, it was almost as if they had entered a layer of hell.

Smokes was now billowing to the top of the dome, the alarms were going haywire and all manner of destruction and ransacking had tarnished the once pristine base. "Sweet mother of... JUST WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?!" Exclaimed Langley with absolute bewilderment on her visage. "I'm gonna..." Speechlessness also setting in, the femme fatale was left to sit there in complete shock until the sound of screeching tires amidst the smoke came to the fore. With a number of faces recognisable to Sharada, it seemed they were heading towards the exit elevator "PULL OUT! GET OUT NOW!" Roared Looker's voice over the noise of their engines. "SOOOO LOOO~OOONG YOU DASTARDS!" Yelled Merton as he let off another explosion to slow them down just as a number of large, looming figures came from out of the smoke. And at the centre of them, was a familiar obese character.

"H'oink, h'oink, h'oink. Bit off more than ya can chew. Retreat off like the scraps and crumbs y'are." Watching as they made it in and set in place the elevator's withdrawal thanks to Looker overriding the security console, it seemed that only now was the squad coming together. Dawdling behind was Cletus who looked red in the cheeks as he huffed and puffed between Sharada. "SHUCKS! I came as quick as a could, you bet'cha..." Hit with the same shock Langley had been hit with, Langley scolded him. "OH! So it wasn't your bumbling stupidity that caused this?!" As she finished, two figures came off from the science quarters. Standing tall with Schnell gripping onto Tyrone at his side, Tyrone shook his head. "They hit Schnell pretty bad. Thankfully his intellect's still very much intact. Good news too. None of the explosions damaged the pens nor the prototypes. We also have backups but i'll be damned if I don't know who those daredevils were." Raising his head, Schnell looked up with the expression of a murderous lunatic on his face. "I VILL KILL ZOSE WHO DARE INSULT MY BEING! Come, ve vill lay siege to zem as zey run like ze cowards zey are!" About to tell him to calm down, a pair of heavy footsteps appeared from off the side.

"Squad. Move out... We're going to teach our brazen little guests that you don't just waltz into a Rocket base and get out without forfeiting your lives." Pausing, it became evident it was Royce. "NOW!" He roared over the alarm. Giving everyone a big enough scare, the whole squad moved over to the elevator. "We'll take the second set. Once we're up there, spare no one. KILL on sight. Nobody makes a fool outta me." Spat Royce as he step forward into the elevator with the rest of the group. "When I get my hands around their necks..." Standing in silence, they soon made it out of the second secret entrance that had been disguised as a circuit box. Stepping out, Royce barked. "SURROUND OFF THE AREA! Raise the barriers! They can't get out. Not now." Sneering, he took a Pokeball from his waist as they met up in the centre of the large communal alleyway. This was going to be a group warefare to end all group warefares. Before Sharada could fully step out of the alleyway, a sudden whisper from the shadows in a narrow alleyway grabbed her attention. "Pst... Shar... Over here..." Owned to none other than Dusty, their plan was soon to be set into motion.

[Morrigan]

After getting back from all that traveling in a single day, it wasn't hard to believe that Sharada was seriously tired. All these stressful thoughts of the upcoming rescue mission and the idea of working under Joe's long lost father were starting to weigh heavily on her mind but somehow, she managed to fall into a deep sleep up until Joe's gang made their arrival. Flinching her eyes as the sounds of smashing and bombs went off in the main hub, her natural reaction was to sink deeper into her comfortable pillows. Quickly drooping off once again, her eyes seemed to flicker slightly as Langley awoke, growling some inaudible words under her breath. It wasn't until the maroon haired woman actually came over and started nudging her did the brunette come too. Jumping slightly, Sharada lifted her head, "H-Huh?" she questioned in a daze, suddenly jumping as another loud boom finally brought her to her senses. "I-Is something going on?!" Nodding to Langley, Sharada stood to her feet, tiredly reaching out a hand for her hair tie before getting up. Jogging after the woman, the sight to behold the other side of the door even made Sharada's just drop. It didn't quite sink in at first, her face looking around in utter shock, just the same as Langley. "What in the.." Looking to the side as Langley slumped down, the sudden sound of revving engines finally answered her thoughts. Looking even more shocked, Sharada clenched her fists, yet her inner thoughts were celebrating wildly, "I can't believe it.. They actually came! I wasn't expecting destruction of this scale but-- it was their part of the bargain pretty much."

Widening her eyes at a pair of roaring voices, Sharada took a few steps away from Langley's side, her eyes narrowing as she tried to look through the thick cloud of smoke as well as not to trip over any debris. Jumping slightly as it started to clear, she watched with an expression of horror as Porky and his team of brute Pokemon pushed the gang back into the elevator. Clenching her teeth, Sharada just prayed that none of them were hurt but by looks of things, it was highly doubtful. Smoke, debris, slit wires, utter mess and chaos surrounded her. Even sprawled on the other side of the filthy hub were the three beaten bodies of the trio of grunts who were recruited alongside her. Noticing the dormitory doors slide open behind her, Sharada seemed to instinctively puff her cheeks, oddly following a burst of anger after Langley herself towards the flustered individual who stepped out hurriedly, "Dammit Cletus, what were you doing?!" As the two females glared at the buck toothed member, a sudden series of footsteps behind them distracted Sharada, saving Cletus from being scolded further. Setting her blue eyes on Schnell, her heart almost sank at the terrible sight he was in, clinging onto Tyrone. "Tyrone!.. And Schnell?! Are you both okay?!" Raising her eyebrows sadly, she listened to the Rocket's words. Relieved that the pens, if anything, were still intact, she seemed startled by the sudden venomous outburst from Schnell as he lifted his head.

Almost scared at how much angrier he was acting then usual, a boom of footsteps from behind her were sure to instill that bit more of a fear factor. Turning immediately and straightening her posture, her gaze and slightly parted mouth focused on Royce, gulping at his vicious words. His sudden bark was indeed enough to make Sharada's hair stand on end, the brunette looking around her and swiftly following, standing in the back corner of the second elevator and staring to the ground worriedly as everyone piled in too. Trying to loosen the grip of her turtleneck dress, she too remained deadly silent as their boss spat out with fury. Only looking up once they had reached their destination, Sharada who stood at the back, was the last one to exit. Her body shivering slightly as the cool, night air which whisked around her. Yet the aura in the air was tense. Biting her lip, she began to follow after the group, stern gaze forward. Her only thoughts right now were hoping that his gang could take it. In fact, she was so deep in thought that she almost missed the signal from Dusty. Pausing, her head turned from side to side, eventually settling on the dark alleyway, a swift lense flare revealing Dusty's position. Double checking that no one else had noticed, she secretly slipped off. Now they needed to get the fake Sharada up and quickly, otherwise suspicion was sure to arise.

Sliding down the alley, she rushed herself to the otherside of Dusty, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. "Dusty.. You guys did a really great job." Referring to that of the damage inside the base, she ushered him to get out his Ditto. Whispering her plan, she appeared hasty, "My quickest way back down is if I take that second elevator. When I'm down there, I'll need to find a way to disrupt our security cameras and also over ride the electric barriers on the cages. Turns out they are still intact and unharmed." Placing a hand on his arm, Sharada gave him a look of desperation, "Please hold this position for as long as you can. If they see us fighting, they should leave me to it but-- If anyone else approaches you, just run and dont worry about me. They are all super pissed and wanting your heads to roll just as you do theirs. Just keep an eye out for yourself and everyone else." About to wait for his reply and actions, a sudden thought hit her, "A-Ahh! Let me borrow my Pokemon back! I forgot to explain.." Accepting her Pokeball back off Dusty, she tossed it forward, revealing her choice of Pokemon to stay behind and battle. Standing prim and pretty, it was her Liepard Devia, who yawned tiredly and gave Dusty a bemused look. "Devia, we have no time to play around, okay? We are finally saving Doopliss and I need you to remain here and help this guy out. His Ditto will be temporarily transforming into me and.. Just look busy and natural okay? Fling as many Hyper Beams around as you want as long as you don't physically hurt him. Okay?!" Usually the type to turn her nose up, she could sense the distress and serious tone in her trainers voice. Mewwing in agreement, it appeared her feline wasn't the type to turn down a bit of destruction either. Breathing out, she turned back to Dusty and gave him a thumbs up, "All ready to go. Did you need to tell me anything?... And, thanks for this, Dusty. It all really means so much. We can all finally save Doopliss."

[The REAL Joey]

Peeling down his dust musk, Dusty grinned at her with wild abandon. It had been a while since he had been involved in anything so wild and seeing them finally brandish some payback was a joy to his soul. "Good to seeya still alright. We kinda went overboard. Actually... Merton went overboard but we don't want that loony getting all the credit, heh!" Listening to her as she spoke quickly and swiftly, he nodded his head as to not attract any attention. Cleverly, he had hid his motorbike up against the wall and was sticking close to the wall as she spoke. With her until she mentioned about fleeing from anyone else, Dusty shook his head. "Pah, don't have so little faith in me. I'm scrawny, sure. Bit of a coward, yeah but I can hold my own." Swinging out the lead pipe he had tucked in his burglary sack, he brandished it with confidence. "Give 'em a test of this in the back of the head, hah! I already got one of ya buddies back there with this." Realising he was getting a bit too excited, he quietened down and let Sharada speak with her Pokemon. As they finally worked out their game plan, Dusty cut in. "Alrighty, I ain't got much. Just remember, when you're comin' back up give me a signal or somethin'. Message me on my Poketch, ANYTHING. We'll need that so we can get ready to wind down and disperse."

As if not wanting to admit their weakness, Dusty begrudgingly finished. "We're a bunch of tough 'uns but we ain't invincible."

Turning to face the wall, he adjusted his spectacles as his mouth dropped and the noise of bikes revving began to flare up. Considering how dark it was it would have seemed absolute absurd to any casual spectator but in truth, these glasses had dedicated inbuilt scanners that let him see near enough every bit of data worth gleaming of a Pokemon. A thieves' perfect tool. "Uh oh... Some heavy hitters being used. I'm gonna have to split. Just, be confident and quick alright? I'd come with ya but i'll leave that for some other time. Just be sure to interfere with the cameras and short circuit the pens. Be a cinch." Standing up, he hopped over to his bike. "Heh, thanks for Devia. I'll make sure she doesn't get hurt." With the leopard by his side, Dusty's eyes bulged as he had forgotten something. "CRAP! Ditto, Transform!" Sending the Pokeball forward, he bought forth the Ditto who focused on Sharada and before long, transformed into a perfect copy of her. "Smokin'! Alright, hurry! I'm gonna go help the others. That boss guy sounds PISSED." Starting up his bike, Dusty pulled up his face mask and grabbed another Pokeball to make it seem he was engaging in the fight. "For Joey, for Doopliss eh?!" Screeching off, he went the opposite end of the alleyway to meet up with the rest and to make it look as if Sharada had cut them off down that side.

[Morrigan]

Actually giving Dusty a chance to speak back, Sharada let out a subtle sigh, realising that she too was probably acting in an overly excited manner. Blinking her eyes as she learnt it was in fact Merton causing a overload of damage with his bombs, the brunette tilted her head to the side and chuckled some, "Merton? Hah, he didn't seem like the type to me." Talk then turned to that of running and really, Sharada scowled some, thinking perhaps she had explained it the wrong way. "Dusty, I'm placing all my faith in you and everyone. It's just these squad, they are monsters. Just, be careful." Flinching back some and holding up her hands as he pulled out his lead pipe and gave it a good swing, she seemed to bite her tongue as he mentioned having hit someone. Perhaps it was Dusty who had knocked Schnell out cold? Well, there wasn't really enough time to find out for sure as time was ticking away incredibly fast. Nodding multiple times as if to say she understood, the brunette placed a hand on her waist, "I'll send you a message as soon as I can. Hold them off as long as possible but don't fall into any serious danger. If you guys know things are cutting it fine and I'm still not out, then just go. I could never forgive myself if anything bad happened." Jumping at the booming sound of motorbikes, she glanced down the alley only yo turn and realise Dusty had jumped onto the back of him.

Smiling warmly as he pulled up his mask to cover his face, Sharada stepped forward and gave him a confident pat. "Take care Dusty... Cameras, cages, quick and confident. I'll try my best!" Saying one final goodbye to her own Pokemon, the brunette stood back to her feet only to be face to face with her perfect double. "Devia, be extra careful.." Trailing off, Dusty's final words seemed to hit Sharada quite hard, his wheels shrieking as the trio dashed to the other side of the alley. He hadn't said anything wrong, it just reminded her of how guilty she felt for leaving Joe out of this, "T-Tsk!" She gritted her teeth and began to dash the opposite way, keeping her eyes open and she took side alleys back towards the elevator down to the ruins of their squad's area. Her breath panting and legs not slowly down from their run, she grimaced as the sounds of battling began to echoed throughout the streets close by. "Everyone, please hang in there!!" She whispered sharply, her eyes widening as the same circuit box entrance finally came into view. Smashing in the password to open up the doors hurriedly, as soon as her feet stepped inside, she looked back expectantly, feeling that the already swift doors needing to be faster. Realising a sigh of relief as the doors slid to a close and the lift began moving downward, her breathing became incredibly heavy. "I cant believe the time has finally came... Doopliss! Zorua! I'm on the way!"

As the journey was nearing the bottom, a thought hit Sharada, "The cameras.." Reaching around her holster, the brunette tugged a familiar Pokeball, grimacing as she realised her Pokemon's personality. "Delphine!" She ordered, tossing it forward, the flash of light radiated throughout the closed space, revealing the shape of a Gardevior or yawned in a rather uninterested manner. "Ahh~ I was rather enjoying my beauty sleep. What dastardly hour do you call this to summon me? HMPH!" Taken a back at first, Delphine was the only Pokemon in Sharada's team who was able to actually interact with her. However, due to her past with another member of her team, she wasn't incredibly friendly or cooperative. Folding her arms and closing her eyes, the psychic type floated on the spot, yawning as she waited for Sharada's explanation. "Delphine, listen. We're on a bit of a rescue mission, for the love of all things please work with me. You are the only one with enough power to interfere with the surveillance in such a wide spread area!" Her interest perked, the feminine Pokemon opened a single eye, "Surveillance? As in the watching eyes in the ceiling currently?" Flinching, Sharada appeared panicked, "S-Shit, they're in here?!" Unable to see them herself, Delphine nodded, obviously picking up on their electrical currents. "Delphine, do you think you could rewind them and start to mess up the recordings?! If I get caught now, well, a lot of people are gonna get hurt!"

Spinning in an elegant manner on the spot, Delphine teased her trainer by swaying from side to side in a thoughtful manner, a smile eventually spreading across her face. "Mmhmm. These recordings are no match for my powers... The powers you trained me to achieve. Very well, I shall assist in this meager task whilst you do what you need to. Just remember, a reward will be necessary for even a slight slither of my efforts!" Tinging, the elevator seemed to finally hit the floor they needed, the doors opening to reveal the smokey rubble still rising around the glass dome. Coughing aggravated, Delphine rolled her eyes. "I will remain here. Already I can pin point the locations of these eyes. I will need a clean space to focus my powers and right here is perfectly acceptable." Stumbling over a bit of rubble, the brunette turned to face her Gardevior. She was a naughty Pokemon at times but deep down, the two were good partners. She knew Delphine wouldn't let her down and run off. In the oddest way, the two needed each other. Sharada was her master but Delphine was that nagging voice on her shoulder to keep her going through even the worst of times. "Thank you, Delphine." The brunette's whisper trailed off, her Pokemon's once deep crimson eyes enveloping in an icy blue light as her psychic powers took effect, tearing into the recent and current recordings and sound, instead, creating a deadly silent atmosphere for Sharada to safely travel. Safely travel, in some sense. The area had received such horrid destruction that it was almost hard to traverse. Especially with sheets of glass, deep craters and support beams sprawling all over the place.

Trying her best not to get rubble and dust on her clothes, Sharada hobbled in her heels all the way over to the lab, her eyes grimacing at how damaged half of the place was. Bombs really had been lobbed in all directions, loose electrical wires sparking furiously along the demolished walls. Even yet another support beam over head had been blasted, looking near enough ready to fall right into the direction of the electrical cages. She was so close, Doopliss was almost in her grasp! Pushing broken tables out of the way and almost tripping over uneven bits of flooring, her body was soon surrounded by cages. Eyes scanning furiously as the electric bars obstructed her view, she soon found what she was looking for. Knowing that Delphine was controlling the cameras and sound, she could speak freely without much of a worry. "DOOPLISS!" Hoping to catch the attention of the blue blob, her eyes stared longingly inside, the same three Pokemon all being together. She was sure the Zorua she had shot would be a little dubious of her but as long as Doopliss was safe, that was all that currently mattered. "Doopliss! I'm sorry it took so long to get here! I'm sorry it took so long to save you! Me and Joe's gang are gonna get you guys outter there, so stand back, okay?!" Scanning her eyes about whilst the three Pokemon pinned themselves to the rear end of the cage, her eyes sadly fell on the electric pad which most likely unlocked them. It was fried and destroyed but the bars were still on, "A back up generator?" She questioned with a sigh out loud.

Fiddling around on her Pokeball holster, Sharada picked out her second Pokemon to help in this mission, "Kirin!" Taking numerous steps back as the horse made it's entrance, his tired eyes fell onto Sharada, wondering what he could do to help. "Kirin, we need to over run this electricity with your own! But there are Pokemon inside we can not afford to hurt!" Understanding his role, the thunderous steed neighed, as if questioning the creatures inside if they were at a safe enough distance. Lowering his head, the thunder bolt like horns began to light up, sending an over powering blast of his own power straight at the bars. Sharada flinched outside and there was no doubt that the Pokemon inside where a bit scared too but actually, it was a matter of time before the bars blew into a puff of smoke, flickering weakly before fading into nothing. Lowering her arm, Sharada took a cautious step forward. Lifting her fingers carefully, she rather bravely went to test if it truly was safe, her arm successfully reaching into the cage without even a tickle of sparks touching her! Beaming with absolute joy at how good things were going, she swiftly showered Kirin with gratitude and returned him, eyes dancing to Doopliss and the Zorua. "Come on! Let's get you guys out of here and some place safe! We're on a bit of a timer so if you dont work with me, you'll be staying here!" Her expression was pleased, yet voice was stern. It was true, she didn't have much time to mess around.

[The REAL Joey]

Filled with trepidation and despair at the recent attack on the base, the three Pokemon in the pen didn't know what to think. Doopliss had regressed into the corner of the cell and was shaking his head as if trying to cancel out all the carnage that was unfolding in the base. It had lived such a peaceful life up until now, one that had become incredibly enjoyable since meeting Joey but this cruel twist of fate was something it wished to wipe from its memory completely. Time and time again it had tried to escape but to no avail, it was just an impossible hope that it had began to lose hold over. Even transforming into the very personnel that worked the base didn't allow Doopliss to be freed. Laughing and shaking their heads at such pitiable attempts to escape, it knocked the Pokemon's self confidence brutally. All it could do was rot away in this cell as experiment after experiment was conducted on its being. It wasn't the only one to share such a burden though, the other two captives went through equal if not worse treatment and there had been an unspoken bond built between them, even if Doopliss was still wary of their appearance and powers.

Their inescapable prison was seemingly going to be their home for the rest of their lives. However, this surprising turn of events had thrown things into question. Was this the chance that they had been so longingly awaiting? The lack of staff checking up on them and the unmistakeable smell of smoke and fire in the air along with the wail of the alarms was enough to make even the most oblivious of dimwits realise that something wasn't going according to the Rocket's meticulous plans. Starting to become gripped with fear that they had been left to die in the turbulent chaos, Doopliss' body began to quiver in terror. A reaction far different from the rebellious of the two Zorua. Pacing up and down with her nose turned up to the air, she seemed to be awaiting the chance to flee from the shackles of her prison. The other Zorua merely huddled at the other corner of the pen, looking up from time to time to check on what was going on. Time pressing on, things began to look bleaker and bleaker until a familiar cry called out to Doopliss, causing him to freeze as he blinked his beady eyes in remembrance. Perking up, the Ditto slimed forward but kept a good distance from the electrified bars. Get to close and one would receive a nasty shock.

Thankfully though, if Sharada was there, it meant that their freedom was not far off. The blue uncommon blob had met her numerous times and it was a steadfast believer in her ability. She was firm friends with Joey and that could only mean that they would be saved. For once, the Pokemon swelled up not with fear but that of hope. Watching as she fumbled for a Pokeball, Ditto slimed his way back and looked apprehensive at what was going on. The female Zorua on the other hand stood her ground. If there was to be an escape, she would be the first to get out. Leering her eyes, she had an idea of what was going to happen next as she laid eyes on the Zebstrika. Having been aware of their ability back in her homeland, it meant that the sudden burst of electricity would come as no surprise. The sudden coursing of sparks no doubt had an adverse effect on the bars. As if dying from being overpowered, they seemed to fail to react, however, all three occupants inside were all too aware of the bar's trickery. Many a time had the electric aura dispersed only to still reside in order to garnish a few cheap laughs from the Rocket staff. Keeping her eyes narrowed on Sharada's hand, the Zorua couldn't help but sneer at what would happen.

Unfortunately for the distrusting Zorua, nothing would happen.

Blinking as if shocked by some impossible revelation, the Zorua let out a whine and was about to bound out when it noticed the bars were still securely in place. Doopliss on the other hand wasn't going to be deterred by such an obstacle. Transforming his cells, the Pokemon began to shift into another shape, one resembling that of its trainer. Now sporting an exact copy of what Joey was wearing and a similar appearance aside from the tell tale eyes and mouth of a Ditto, he scuffled forward in a crouch and used a mighty kick to boot open the now damaged bars. With them flying off and clanging to the floor, Doopliss was seen hurrying to get out but was beat by the female Zorua who skipped forward and landed with a light fall to the floor as she examined around. It had been too long since she had got out of those suffocating confines and now she was met with so much open space. She had almost forgotten the way to get out. Turning and facing the trainer, she stared her down without saying a word. Its distrusting expression was more than likely due to the tranquilliser it had received earlier from Sharada.

Before she could try to dissuade any ill feeling from the Zorua, a sudden warm grip around Sharada's person alerted her to the fact that Doopliss had made it out. Still in Joey's form, the Pokemon seemed beyond tears that it was finally free from such a horrific prison. Not letting go, he merely rested his head on the side of her shoulder and held her tightly. Scared this was all some sort of dream, the Ditto was determined to reassure himself by holding onto Sharada that it wasn't. Despite Sharada's protests, it seemed they were all slightly iffy about what was going on and didn't quite realise the ticking timer that was distressing Sharada. Although two of the pen occupants had escaped, the remaining one still seemed a bit unsure and kept himself curled up in a ball as it looked nervously at the outside of the cell. It was younger than the other Zorua so it wasn't too hard to believe the life of the pen was all that it had known. Being asked to step out of the only world it knew was likely a daunting task for the fox.

[Morrigan]

Now that yet another part of their mission was complete, Sharada was beginning to feel that bit more confident. She had noticed the stares from one of the Zorua inside but atleast Doopliss was showing signs of relief and hope. Over powering the electrical current until it was no more, Sharada tested it's safety once again with her cautious hand movements before grasping hold of the bars. Giving them a good shake, she sighed. "They are only moving slightly.. Shit." Shaking them in a more violent manner, they seemed to shudder but maybe that was due to the form Doopliss was now taking on. Wide eyed, Sharada once again saw the Ditto's Joe transformation, taking a few staggering steps back over the rubble as she put two and two together. Bracing herself as he lifted a leg and gave the cage front a swift kick, the brunette jumped some as it went flying off it's hinges and went clattering to the floor below. Hurrying back towards the cages to aide the Pokemon down, she was surprised to see the female Zorua jump down to her feet with ease. "Easy does it, Zorua. Dont go running off now." Sharada muttered to herself, keeping her eye close on the fox as she sniffed the air and looked around. Thankfully she was sticking put and not escaping in a blind manner. Of course, as they crossed each others line of sight, it was clear to tell the disdain this fox had for Sharada and she knew exactly why.

Drooping in sadness and wanting nothing more than to explain why and apologise, a grasp of hands around her body forbid such a thing. Now having to deal with a distressed yet thankful Doopliss, Sharada couldn't help but feel her heart sink. She longed for this moment and now it was finally happening, the childish blue blob in human form being right in front of her once again. Time ticked on but she wiggled her arms out from his grasp, a placing a gentle one on the back of his head and another around his waist, "It's okay Doopliss... It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of here, I'm sorry it took so long." Feeling teary eyed, she managed to hold back unleashing any cries, yet her voice couldn't escape now as such heartful emotions was starting to sink in. Gulping heavily and remaining in the same position for a while, she regained her composure and gave the Pokemon a reassuring pat, "C'mon, we'll have plenty of time to hug later, Doopliss." She whispered, her voice sounding a little odd as she fought against the wanting to burst into tears of joy. Nudging him off, she placed a hand along his cheek, giving him a warm smile, eyes then darting between himself and the Zorua. "Then let's get out of... here?" Only just realising they appeared to be one Pokemon short, Sharada carefully stepped past Doopliss, her eyes darting into the cage to see the second fox still huddled in the corner. Frowning her eyes slightly, she lifted her arms, "Come on you. I'm not leaving you behind."

Leaning into the cage somewhat, her hands cautiously moved to the back of the cage, the poor Zorua flinching in fear and curling up tighter, as if trying to merge itself with the wall. Releasing some sort of fox like whimper as Sharada pushed her fingertips underneath his body, she winced as it's fur began shaking nervously, obviously thinking she was going to hurt him in some way. "It's okay." She whispered calmly over and over again as she scooped up the fox, continuing to reassure him as she pulled him out into the wreckage of the lab before placing him on the ground, next to the other Zorua. Tears having filled his eyes, the Zorua cried quietly, yet still remained in his curled up position. Kneeling down, Sharada gave him a few stern nudges with her fingertips, "Are you injured? I really need you to stand." She questioned, only to no avail. Straightening herself back up, her eyes darted from one Pokemon to the next. She didn't even know half the things what the poor creatures had been through, so chances were they could be far too weak to carry through her plan. Setting her gaze on the human Doopliss, she felt it was still necessary to try. "Doopliss." She stated calmly, making sure she had his full attention. "Right now, Joe's gang is fighting to distract Team Rocket while I am down here to save you. We can't waste precious time."

Knowing that he understood her words, she continued, now looking down to the Zorua. Amazingly, the male had uncurled himself and was now limping up to his feet weakly, watered eyes glancing around yet seemingly trying to hug against the side of the female as if longing for her protection. "I know you can transform, Doopliss. But what about these guys? They must have the same traits as you, otherwise you wouldn't be bundled together... I still dont know what Zorua are." Placing both her hands on her hips, let she out a heavy sigh, "Could you transform into a Rocket Grunt? You know, those guys in the black jumpsuits with the huge red R on their chests? You could use the hat to hide your face some and I'll be able to sneak you out of here as if you were a reinforcement and drop you off back in the warehouse." Suddenly gasping at the faint sound of violent battling above ground, Sharada became a bit more serious, a desperate reaction on her face, "Please communicate with the Zorua and convince them to come with us, Doopliss! I cant leave them here! We're really running out of time!"