To Extend Our Reach To The Stars Above (Morri) Aug 6, 2015 11:33:58 GMT 11
Post by 「JoJo」 on Aug 6, 2015 11:33:58 GMT 11
There was a definite sense of tension in the air of A18SC. There usually was anyway what with Royce and his cronies cooking up new schemes for domination and unwinding after a tough day of being a Rocket mobster. But today was especially tense. A number of Royce's squad were idling in the lobby. This comprised of only the rather forgettable Rocket grunts which had been taken on board Sharada along with the hillbilly Rocket grunt that was Cletus. Other known members such as Schnell, Porky and the Cloak & Dagger, or rather, Tyrone and Langley, were nowhere to be seen. However, their exclusion was easily explained. As diligent as ever, Schnell the scientist attached to their group, was hard at work analysing complex formula for a project he was working on. Porky was in the mess hall, eating up to half his body weight in food due to sheer gluttony and retaining his... Figure. As for the cloak and dagger... It would appear they were in a meeting with the leader of their squadron. Focusing in on his office specifically, it appeared the two were briefing Royce on their mission. With no apparent care, Royce had his executive chair span away from them, a big red R emblazoned on the back of it. Billowing a hefty amount of smoke from out of his mouth, the atmosphere was certainly an uncomfortable one. As the duo concluded, Royce turned around, cigar proudly stuck in his mouth. As he turned to face them, he casually remained seated back in his chair but plucked the cigar from his mouth. "HAH! So... It would seem our prodigal son Schnell has pulled through then, eh? The new disguise cloaks he was engineerin' are a rip roarin' success?" Placing the cigar back in his mouth, he exhaled without the slightest sign of discomfort from the smoke and continued to let the smoke billow out, as if he were a Weezing.
Nodding his head, the ebony figure that was Tyrone complimented Schnell's handiwork. "But of course sir. Schnell has his faults but when it comes to these sort of technological marvels, there are simply none who can hold a candle. With our field test completed, there is no doubt we can move onto more high value assignments." Folding her arm rather moodily, the scarlet terror that was Langley didn't appear quite as enthusiastic. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Schnell's a regular wunder kind. Jeez... Ya make it seem like he's the one to get all the credit. You do remember that if it weren't for our ability as imposters that the disguises wouldn't work as well as they do?" Suddenly unfolding her arms and swishing them around with one to her lower side and the other above her head, she made an exact doppelgänger of Royce. Leaning forward with a condescending pose, she pulled his trademark grin just as she emulated his voice with near perfect imitation. "Next you'll be tellin' me Cletus will be gettin' credit for being the moronic hick he is!" Shaking his head as he kept his eyes closed calmly, Tyrone dismissed Langley's fiery personality. "Now, now, Langley. This was a joint effort." Unfurling the disguise cloak, Langley's face became disgruntled, ruining what would otherwise be a beautiful appearance. "Ahh cram it." Taking in another inhale before exhaling, Royce didn't appear all that interested in their arguing dynamics. "Cut the crap. Want I really wanna know is, how many of 'em did you acquire?" Leaning forward, Royce's usual menacing cavalierness had dissolved into plain menacing.
Letting out a shrill laugh, Langley was confident there would be no disappointment. "HAH! Those idiots at the New Bark Research Lab aren't all that smarts when it comes to what we were up to." A devious smirk now over her face, Tyrone filled in as a suave smirk appeared on his. "Oh, we did very well. Whilst their Professor Elm was out on his field trips, we managed to secure a great number of starter Pokemon. Many of which have been fed back to Team Rocket itself. But we of course reserved some for our own use." At that point, this was exactly what Royce wanted to hear. Letting out a dastardly cackle, he slapped his knee before standing up and nodding his head. "Fine. You guys did yer job. And given us an edge as well by the sounds of it. Hah, it's a damn shame we had that little incident involving the test subjects bein' freed but we got what we wanted out of it. Now if only that boffin would finish up on the schematics for the perfected Snag Machine..." An ambitious cut-throat, despite Royce being a loyalist to the mob itself, there was no doubting he viewed it as his own personal chariot to ride and would not suffer any competition. Pleased they had won Royce's favour, both cloak and dagger commented on such praise. "Of course sir. After you saved me there is no possibility of me forgetting the debt I owe you." Raising a hand over his chest as if remembering his oath to serve Royce, it was obvious there had been a deep history between Royce and Tyrone. Langley on the other hand seemed to have rather less important back story between her and Royce. Merely biting her lip and giggling, there was a definite sense she lusted for him. "Anythin' for the boss." Seated back into his chair, he gestured for them to exit with a nod of his head. "Alright, off with ya. Prepare for this squad meet up. Sickens me we're gonna have to put up not only with the freaks from A18SB but also the hotshots from A18SA too. Arceus H. Christ..."
The two of them bowing, they made their way out. "Seems like boss was happy. Hehehe." "Of course. As long as we function as a unit, we can only bring glory to Team Rocket." Meeting back up with the others in the main lobby, Royce remained in his office, Swinging around on his chair, he fiddled with a control panel on the armrest of his chair and seemed to channel in to a person's communication channel. "Meh. Suppose we had best round up the whole lot if we're gonna meet with those punks. Come on... Answer the bleedin' ringer." Leering his eyes, he looked up at the screen only to see the visual had been blocked instead he had only audio to discuss with his recipient. Booming out, he cared little for what they were up to. "Now where in the hell are ya? C'mon Sharada. It's rare for one of our agents to fall off the grid. Don't make me all suspicious, y'hear? Might even begin to think you're some sorta double agent! Hahahaha!" Letting out a sleazy laugh, Royce enjoyed toying with people and this instance was no exception. "High tail it back to base missy. We got business to be sortin' out." Hanging up without waiting for any sort of response, he sat there, brooding to himself. With a slew of accomplished missions through his various team members, even one such as grand as Sharada receiving praise from none other than Petrel, it meant he had some gloating to be doing with the other sections leaders of the area they were located in.