Snippet #2714877

Team Vitality was quickly shrouded within the same smoke the Orks had launched at them. The familiarity of the Smoke Screen came to mind and Dee was the first to have a plan.

"Gambit! Fairy Wind!" she called to her left where she knew the Togetic would be, even though she couldn't see him.

"Got it!" came the reply as a large gust of wind filled the room and blew in the direction of the Orks. Not only would it clear the room of smoke and filter it outside, it would do some small damage to both the Ork with the massive meaty gun and to the Mech trying to sneak to the Teleporter, both of which were visible now. Dee and Siena hopped forward to challenge the Ork with the massive gun.

"Siena, I'd recommend being in Sky Form," Dee mentioned as she squared up, "I'm gonna need you to fight this thing with me. Gambit, take care of the other one!"

Gambit found a small smile crossing his face as he confronted the MechBoy, halting his progression to the Teleporter.

"You're gonna have to go through me to get there, buddy," was all the Togetic said as he floated tauntingly in front of the Mech Ork. He wasn't sure the Orks knew PokeSpeak (probably not), but there was enough in his body language to convey the message across.

Meanwhile, Siena morphed into the Sky Form Shaymin while Dee made the first strike, A Charge Beam with enough force to send the Ork back a few feet. The electricity arced through the air, most of it smashing into the Ork while the remainder of it ricocheted back to Dee, who absorbed it and added it to her own power. Now her attacks could hit extra hard on the next go round.

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From afar, another presence was watching. He'd asked the Dragonite who'd brought him here to drop him off a slight distance away from the Power Plant so he could scope things out. And that he was doing, the aid of the Power Scope he owned helping tremendously. From here, he could see the synchronization of the Sunrise Brigade in action, the group he'd seen practice time and time again in the skies above the Sunrise Division HQ. It was about time they saw a fight or two. They hadn't since the invasion of Sithlok on Anistar City. As for the Crimson Guild, he could see them begin their advance onto the Power Plant, now that the threat had retreated within the Power Plant. It was turning more and more to their favor.

"So when were you going to let us know you arrived?"

Sarik jumped at the sound of Meryl's voice behind him, turning to see her stare piercing through his skull. Pert was there too, but his face was less cynical and more jovial...much like he was used to seeing from the Plusle/Minun duo. Or at least, used to...

"Just scoping things out," Sarik replied calmly, turning back to the Power Scope, "You know how I do things."

"Not even bothering to say hi?"

"Hi," he said smoothly. Meryl rolled her eyes while Pert squatted down next to the Squirtle.

"It's good to see you again, buddy." the Plusle said with the widest grin on his face.

"It's good to see you too," Sarik actually did turn away from his job to flash him a smile, "I know we don't do that too often anymore."

Meryl got a bit closer, "Here's the rundown. Large creatures. Very slow. Not very strong, either. As far as we can tell, they have a weakness to fire."

"Sounds like Crimson's field day." Sarik noted.

Meryl went on. "Speaking of, he and Tag are within the building, I think. They're part of the breach team. Ground-Types are gonna attack from below while everyone else goes in the old fashioned way."

"And my guys helped turn the tides a bit?"

"Oh, easily," Pert gave him a thumbs up, "We wouldn't have enough Flying-Types to distract their fire had it not been for you. Now they've got all sorts of things to worry about."

Finally, Sarik put away the Power Scope and began walking forward, "Then I say let's go meet up with our friends, shall we?"

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"Tag! Up and Over!"

"You got it!"

After a few seconds of leading the numerous Orks down their way, they were ready to invoke a plan of action. Tag, who was using his speed to evade the bullet storm at their backs, leaped against the wall of the corridor they were running in and off of it, going high enough for Crimson to make a leap onto the steel girder above them. A quick one eighty and the Chimchar was now looking down at the twenty or so Orks he and Tag managed to herd to their position.

From here, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Embers prepped, Crimson threw one after another after another, igniting the Orks in flames with each one he hit. A few had the wherewithal to glance up at the creature raining fire down from above and began shooting at him. But it wasn't enough. Not only was Crimson agile enough to dodge most of them, he was balanced enough to maintain he leverage over them as he did so. Long story short, those Orks were well done by the time he hopped down from that vantage point. Tag was running back to him as Crimson landed on the ground.

"I scouted ahead just a bit," Tag stated as the Chimchar hopped onto his back and they proceeded down the hall again, "Team Vitality's got a couple Orks they're dealing with. They seem to be defending a device of some sort."

"The Orks or our guys?"

"Our guys. The Orks have a few of their creatures dressed in seemingly strong armor. Electric-based stuff, from the looks of it. Good people for the Ground-Types to fight. And I think I have an idea where the leader might be."

"Right there?" Crimson pointed towards the one dressed in some of that incredibly tough-looking armor and some really crude guns to match. They looked significantly more powerful than the weapons the Orks had been wielding against them during this fight. Tag nodded.

"Help out Team Vitality in taking care of the two Orks. I'll get this one." Crimson jumped off the blur of motion Tag was being, rolling onto his feet in front of the Commander Nog. His right hand held the Power Bat, as loosely and comfortably as he'd been holding it before, his left hand closed in a fire-covered fist. A smile crossed the Chimchar's face as he stared up at the Ork, a notable difference in stature. A mere foot eight squaring off against a gargantuan in size and muscle mass.

"Hi there," Crimson said to Commander Nog, even though he figured the Ork wouldn't be able to understand him, "I think you're in a place you don't belong."