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Things were going about as well as could be expected. For all the numbers they had, only a select amount could make the approach to Power Plant unscathed. Tag was easily the first one, darting around with a mastery of serpentine and crouching low under the building entrances. Upon arrival to the base of the building, he gazed up, making sure nothing was aimed towards him, but it seemed like their attention was directed towards the skies for the most part. Another benefit of still being a Turtwig, he thought as he sneaked around, searching for an entrance to exploit. He could still be stealthy.

Team Volt was having a slightly tougher go of it. Rubira could gallop at a pretty intense pace, but she lacked in the mobility department. There was little to no fire directed their way, luckily, so it wasn't a problem yet. But she dared not get any closer to make spray and pray all the more difficult for them. While she rode around in a circle around the plant, Lumi and Skyball were flinging their own projectiles into the windows from afar. Most of them were Electro Balls as that proved to be the most effective source of fire, given their massive speed advantage. But occasionally Skyball would find a rock on the ground and Fling it at them...just to mix things up. A few shots would hit and lower the rate of fire considerably. One would even kill. But they were going to need a bit more firepower than that if they wanted to take them out from the ground.

Most everyone else had to stay on the far outside perimeter, throwing long range projectiles if they could and waiting for an opening to charge into the complex in.





The Flying-Types were doing their job. They received most of the onslaught of bullets as they swarmed around like they were in a dogfight. However, there was much concern in the lack of numbers they had doing this. A good fifteen of them were maneuvering through a swarm of bullets being fired by more than 3 dozen Orks. Their all-out "spray and pray" method proved to be easier to dodge, but it wasn't impossible. A Pidgeot was hit by a rocket blast, taking in about average damage from it while an Aerodactyl had to retreat from a couple wounds gained from a few bullets. They needed more support from the air.

Among the Flying-Types was Crimson riding on Belana. For Crimson, this was a surprisingly new experience for him. All this time he'd been a Pokemon and throughout all the adventures he'd been on with other of all types, he'd never been on the back of a Pokemon who could fly. A very rocky start at first, given he'd nearly fallen off when she launched herself in the air, but with the aid of the Psychic energy around him, he managed to hang on. Now he had adapted to his new surroundings and was fairly comfortable on the back of Belana...so much so that he could hang on with one hand and hold the Power Bat up in the other. It...almost felt kind of nice with the view he had.

Unfortunately, he was on a mission. He didn't have time to enjoy the new perspective he was adopting as he used it to his advantage by looking around the complex. Every window had a gun of some kind sticking out of it and firing bullets of all kinds. One was shot in their general direction. Crimson deflected it with the Power Bat.

"How about there?" he pointed within the Lugia's field of vision towards a door behind the Power Plant, "They don't seem to have anyone guarding that door."





The Ground-Types with Dig were doing just that...digging. Using their senses from below and their general knowledge of the earth, they continued to make their way to the Power Plant from underneath, not visible by or susceptible to any kind of firing from the Orks that were holed up in there. It was a longer process, but it was one that would pay off in the end to be considered an ultimate sneak attack from below.





Unknown to any of the active participants in this fight, three Pokemon were already tucked inside the Power Plant, sneaking in before the Orks had fully taken over and set up their defenses. They fantastic trio of Team Vitality were now scurrying along the inside of the building, keeping an eye out for anybody and trying to find a way to exploit from within. They dared not to strike...not yet anyway.

"You'd think they would keep this place secure," Gambit whispered as he hovered low, "I don't see anybody."

"They're all stationed on the outside perimeter," Dee said as she checked the corner to an intersection before darting across tothe other side, "It's a tactical blunder to leave troops lounging around while others do all the work. Now hush."

"Dee, I don't think these guys are one for tactics," Siena pointed out reasonably as she scuttled along in Land Form.

"Regardless, they reported no life forms inside, which is a lucky break for us." Dee said as Gambit was about to round the next corner, prompting a sudden yank on his left wing to pull him back. It took all his willpower for the Togetic to not cry out in pain

"Hey, what was that for?" Gambit winced as he rubbed his tender wing.

"Check corners," Dee reminded him for what had to have been the hundredth time as she hopped over him, peering around the corner before glancing back with a justified glare on her face, "See? You nearly got that Ork's attention."

"What is he building?" Siena peeked over the tiny Dedenne's head to watch. Gambit joined them.

"Unknown device," came Dee's reply, "Could be anything. Looks unstable." She was, of course, referring to the electrical arcs that shot out of the rough design.

Gambit was scratching hiss head, "I don't think it's a weapon. It's inside the Power Plant and doesn't look very mobile."

"A bomb, perhaps?" Siena suggested, "These things do seem to like destroying things."

"Negative," Dee was analyzing the makeshift parts, "It lacks explosive components and a trigger."

"Maybe they haven't got to that part yet?" Gambit responded.