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Seeing that he was now surrounded by five trainers, a Wartortle, a Bulbasaur, and a Blaziken--the latter being the most threatening--the Rocket Grunt spat.

Being tight-lipped, Aisling grit his teeth. "Between the two of us," he hissed at the man, "I think it would be in your best interest to start talking."

Then, unexpectedly, the red-haired man smirked. "You think so, huh?" An object fell to the floor underneath the two with a clack.

Aisling cursed and leapt backwards as the ping of a Pokeball echoed and the sound of leaking gas filled the room. The room was quickly filled with a deep and dense smoke. Coughing, he waved his arms fanning away the smoke and attempting to get back to the Grunt. Hitting the wall, Aisling cursed again--the Grunt was gone. A laugh echoed through the smog.

The brown-haired man spun around, trying figure out where the laugh had come from; it seemed to resonate from everywhere. That's because it is coming from everywhere, he realized, they've got control of the bridge! The ping of more Pokeballs releasing Pokemon filled the air. Aisling's eyes, reddening from the smoke, narrowed, "Everyone, keep on guard! They're taking over the ship.For all we know, Team Rocket could be planning to sink this ship with us on it. Remember, the last thing we want to do is use Pokemon that are too large or too heavy--we can't let this boat sink! We have to regain control of the ship." A good Teleport can make this operation fast, he thought. "Yui--" Then, he remembered. Yui was still running around the ship. She might not even know what's going on or... or worse. Very quickly, fear filled the coated man's heart. I can't lose her too. "Everyone, try to get above ship and to the bridge--if they plan on stealing our Pokemon they must have a getaway atop the ship and their leader must be on the bridge controlling the ship."

The laugh echoed through the smoke again. "That's a pretty good idea--finding the bridge."

Great, Aisling thought, they can see and hear us, but we have no idea where they are or what they're up to...

The voice on the loud speaker continued, "But, I have a question for you." There was a pause.

For emphasis, he thought, the dramatists. Then, a faint humming noise filled the air. Oh no.

"Can you get to the top of the ship, if..." The smoke began to fade, revealing humanoid figures down each of the three corridors which intersected where the five trainers were standing. In each of the figures hands, small objects were waving back and forth methodically. "...you're all asleep?!?" The voice on the speaker laughed maniacally before giving in to the sound of static.

"Hypno!" Aisling spat and shut his eyes. "Nobody look at them! Rely upon sound!" He slid a Pokeball off of his belt and flung it through the air. "Go, Diabel!" A ping filled the air, followed by the sound of steel sliding against steel--the sound many Escavalier made when the rubbed their two lances together, typically before a battle. "Diabel, don't look at the Hypno. Charge down the corridor towards the bow of the ship and take out as many as you can. Use Fury Cutter!" The Cavalry Pokemon nodded--or, at least, Aisling assumed that it nodded. One corridor down, the Syndicate fighter thought, smiling. However, there are still two corridors filled with opponents.


"Esssssss," Diabel hissed; Aisling could hear the Pokemon's lances crackling with energy. Diabel charged, "CAVALIIIIIIIIIER!!!"