Snippet #2714489

"That will have to do."

"Woooooooah," came Crimson's unsteady reply as the Lugia launched herself forward towards the door at full force. His stomach lurched in response, but he held on tightly as she unleashed her Aeroblast at the doorway, causing it to blast into the Power Plant.

So much for a quiet entry...

He preferred the sneaky approach, truth be told. There was always a secret backdoor solution to every problem and he was fairly decent at exploiting it. He wanted to save strength until it was completely necessary. That and had never measured himself up to be anything strength-wise against his opponents. It was the basis to his way of living and breathing and his method of thought towards anything. How to solve it with as little fighting as possible.

This was not one of those times, however. Fighting had been there since he and the Crimson Guild had arrived. There was no escaping the fighting. So now it was something measurable to quick thinking and strategy that had gotten them this far. All that was left to play to their strength was...well strength. Which they had ample amounts of.

"Little one, I cannot have you on my back any longer."

"Read ya loud and clear!" Crimson shouted over the noise and wind as he left the back of the Legendary, his feet providing the basis for his launch. A back-flip and a corkscrew for stability later and he was landing on his feet, spread apart and sliding across the sand from the force of his launch. He observed as the Lugia smashed her own hole through the Power Plant, scattering many a dead Ork into it's hallways. Crimson followed behind, vaulting the jagged bits of building that remained in her wake as he held onto the Power Bat. It held a tiny charge to it from the bullet he had deflected earlier, but that was nothing substantial.

Man, their weapons were weak, he thought. No wonder we could swarm them so easily.

He'd never been around guns like the weapons these Orks carried. But he'd hear enough through the wildings network that they were quite ineffective against Pokemon. And now that he'd experienced it firsthand, he knew it to be true. If there was a comparison to be made, they were like miniature Bullet Punches against his teams. Hell, he'd only deflected one of those bullets, but he may have been hit by three more. He couldn't tell since it felt more like rocks hitting his skin. He didn't understand their lethal potential outside of Ruula, but he knew they simply didn't carry enough energy in their arms to deal enough damage to Pokemon. It maybe held an advantage against the ones who could quite take Steel-Type attacks very well, but besides that...

"Never knew you to be the explosive type."

Crimson raised a brow with a grin as Tag appeared besides him, "You think I can cause a hole that big?"

"You have before."

"Wait a second..." Crimson's jaw dropped as he noticed the Lugia morphing, growing smaller and smaller as it did so. Her wings' large and graceful span condensed itself to skinny ligaments. Her feet grew smaller and were suddenly covered with six-inch stiletto-like boots that covered her ankles. And her face was morphing as well, taking on some long, wispy white hair that fell in the fullest of volumes to her legs. Her ears were elongated, almost a mirror copy of what her eyes used to be, but her irises were a shimmering gray. However, what caught his attention most was the fact that she had arms, legs, and no tail.

She had a human form.

Tag was in awe besides his best friend, "I didn't know Pokemon could do that!"

Crimson was quick to make an interjection, "Well...I'm human. Or at least I was."

"Yeah, but I'm talking about changing from a human to a Pokemon at will!" Tag explained, "You can't do that...can you?"

"No...at least...I don't think so." Now Crimson was in deep thought. Could he change into a human at his own will? Had he been able to revert to his former self at any point since he'd been a Pokemon? What if he had changed into a Chimchar completely by accident and just assumed he wasn't able to adopt his human form again?

Witnessing this transformation opened so many possibilities for him, opening his mind to so many solutions and scenarios as to how he was turned into a Pokemon to begin with. This could be the key to unlocking his past.

"Crimson! Focus!" Tag cried.

Shaking out of his spell of amazement, he returned to what appeared to be another wave of Orks descending upon them, one of which was aiming a massive fist towards his general body mass. With his years of training and his near perfection of his own fighting style, he leaped right to dodge the blow and retaliated rapidly with a strike from his Power Bat, which ignited into flames upon impact. He was surprised to discover how easily the flame-lit weapon blazed against the Ork's skin, causing the foul creature to erupt in a sizzling glow all around his arm and spreading quickly. He didn't focus on the screaming Ork for too long as he ducked under a wave of bullets aimed towards him and lunged forward. Thought instead of attacking, the blur of motion that was the small Turtwig caught him and the two went whizzing down the hall, beckoning the Orks to follow.

"Dude, we're totally in sync right now," Tag commented on the play, glancing back at the number of Orks coming after them. Since Crimson was the brightest glowing object in the room with his flame-lit tail, the odds were he would be leading most of them his direction. Which was what he wanted. The quicker he could get the enemy's mind off the Lugia, the easier time she'd have looking around and surveying the situation, likely providing a solution of some kind.

And then afterwards, they needed to talk.

---

The slowing of bullets aimed outward would prove to be a saving grace for the members of the Crimson Guild. Almost at once, they heard the reduction in fire as the source of fighting split between those who continued to guard from the outside and those who were battling the newer threats of the Lugia, Chimchar, and Turtwig.

"Their attacks are stopping!" a Buneary shouted from the left side of their group, "They must've found a breach! Let's go!"

"Wait!" a Flygon swooped on front of the masses and held up it's arms at them, "What if it's a trap?!"

"Then the bullet's would've stopped completely," a Snorlax from the back row called out.

"They're distracted!" a hyperactive Lilligant agreed, causing a few Pokemon to voice their favor of charging in.

"We don't know that," the Flygon continued to try to be the voice of reason, "For all we know, they could've been leading us on the entire time. Let's wait for Tag to get back before we do anything that could get us hurt too bad."

A few others in the crowd shouted in agreement to this idea.

But before any move could be made, the Buneary pointed towards the sky where her massive floppy ear was pointed and listening to something. "Guys, look!"

All eyes turned towards the sight in the sky. Flying together was a group of multiple Flying-Types in a super tight and clean V-Formation. These Pokemon also varied in size and shape, except they didn't even seem to notice. In the front of the V were two Pokemon with the same focused gaze. One was a Staraptor with a perky attitude and a strong mind. The other was a younger Honchkrow with a hesitant air around him, but a lust for the former that was noticeable every time he looked away from the ground and gazed at his partner in crime.

Peggy and Edal had arrived, the Sunrise Brigade in tow.

"Edal! Watcha got in your visuals?!" Peggy chirped, her fierce and unrelenting gaze locking onto the Power Plant.

Edal had to break his eyes away from her to examine the Power Plant on his own, "Hmm...looks like a couple breaches have been made in the back two corners of the structure as well as the rear entrance. Not a lot of defenses set up on the outside, but there's a lot of commotion going on within. Looks like we have the advantage in this scenario. Preferred method of approach?"

"Dive bomb."

"Dive bomb?"

"DIVE BOMB!" she suddenly cried as she folded her wings and began plummeting towards the ground at an insane speed, twirling all the way. Edal fell in right behind her and did the same. The other members of the V-Formation began forming the line, one by one, until it was a singular stream of Flying-Types darting towards the ground in one fluid motion. Not a feather was out of place. It would almost look like one bird approaching from the Ork's perspective as they drew closer and closer. Not that many of the Orks would be looking that far up.

That it, until it was too late.

"Sunrise Brigade...Spread 'em and Slice 'em!" Peggy's call was heard over the intense, rushing wind as she opened her wings and swooped up, flinging an Air Slash at a stationed Ork in one of the windows. The slash was so intense, it broke the window in the process of cutting through the Ork and it's weaponry. Edal was next, the same method of attack used as he flung his Air Slash at another Ork. And the next one. And the next one. Like a revolving firing squad, they attacked, flinging Air Slashes left and right at their targets, more than likely hitting and reducing the number of Orks they had by quite a number.

Meanwhile, Peggy kept the revolving door operating. She flew upwards and over, flying on her back above the other Sunrise Brigade crew and began to arc her trajectory down again. From the ground, it would look like a circle was being formed in the sky with a singular sharp corner in it's lower left side, where the sharp pinpoint turn upwards was being taken. The Sunrise Brigade could even perform tricks as they did the serious work.

Now Peggy had completely circled around and was right behind the last in line, ready to issue the next command, "Sunrise Brigade...Spread and Conquer! Take out all forces in the windows!"

And the circle was gone in an instant. The Sunrise Brigade split up in teams of two or three and began forming their own little V-Formations as they flew around the Power Plant, launching every attack they could at the Orks in the windows. Now that the Ork numbers were split, they would have little to no problem or resistance taking care of those who were stubborn enough to guard the outside.

---

And just as there was a breach above ground, there was a breach underground.

The Ground-Types found themselves an access point from below...a part of the Power Plant where the Maintenance crew worked and the repair team resided on standby. At least, when there wasn't a wide-scale Ork invasion threatening the lives of those in the town. No human was inside as a Drillbur began digging through the metal wall that led into the Power Plant from below. With little hesitation, it dropped inside and began to examine it's surroundings. The other Ground-Types filtered in behind him, finding the hole with the guidance of the others around them. Soon, everyone was inside, eyeing the computers and papers and looking for something important...mostly Orks.

A murmur ripped through the group and the Drillbur was suddenly tugged back by a small Cubone, who had alertness in his eyes.

"Careful where you step," the Cubone stated to him and all the Ground-Types around them as she pointed her bone towards the thick cord running at ankle height across the room, two explosives on each end. "They've set traps, it looks like."

Drillbur nodded, whispering a "Thanks" to her before stepping over the cord and moving further into the underground portion of the Power Plant, a greater sense of observance in his eyes. Everyone else followed suit, more keen to their surroundings. The Orks may not have been smart, but they knew how to set traps. Thankfully, the cords were thick and definitely visible to the naked eye, else there might've been a big boom from below.

---

Team Vitality's eyes lit up as they watched the metal scrap vanish before their eyes. They knew instantly what it was.

"A teleporter!" Gambit was the first to say it, looking at Siena for validation, who nodded in agreement.

"I think so. But why do they need one?"

"They're on the defensive right now," Gambit reasoned, "Maybe they're trying to leave."

"Again, it doesn't seem to be in line with how they think," Siena countered, "They're too aggressive to be retreating like that."

Dee's eyes widened as she put the pieces together, grabbing Siena in the process. "You're right. They're not retreating. They're bringing more troops in. We have to shut the Teleporter down!"

And the opportunity arose when the MechBoy disappeared into a shoddy shack set up nearby. If they wanted to take the thing down, now was the time. But how were they going to do it? Team Vitality approached the Teleporter and began looking for a way to shut it off.

"Maybe I have enough electricity in me to overload the Teleporter," Dee suggested and was about to place her hand on the device when Siena stopped her.

"No, wait! That could hurt you!"

Dee shrugged, "I'm an Electric-Type. I resist shocks of this caliber all the time." She readied her paws once more.

"How can you be sure? These guys have been using these devices we've never seen before since we got here. Let's shut down the Power Plant!"

Gambit tried to interject, "Hey guys-"

Dee raised a brow, ignoring the Togetic, "And bring darkness to the Kalos Region?"

"We can't just do nothing!" Siena rationalized, "And it would only be temporary until the Orks are gone from here."

"This is human owned, Siena. We can't just turn off a Power Plant without their consent. It's not right."

"Guys-"

"So you want to let loose hundreds of Orks into Ruula, then?"

"That's not what I said either. Just trust me. I can handle the charge."

"How do you know that what you're doing won't take down the Power Plant for good?"

"GUYS!"

Dee and Siena both turned to Gambit, who had a wide grin on his face. In his hand was the wire he'd watched the Ork jam into the machine earlier. The frayed part continued to spark as he held it a safe distance from his own body so as not to be hurt by it. Dee and Siena just stared in disbelief as they turned to where the wire had been cut with a Magical Leaf.

"I got it!" the Togetic said as he threw the frayed wire onto the floor, now useless. Both Dee and Siena sighed aloud.

"Since when were you one to do things simply?" Siena asked.

"Since I got tired of hearing you guys argue," Gambit replied nonchalant.