Noble: Hey, do you remember the good old days?
Storm: Now they seem good, but come on, people shooting at us, guard Houndooms, and those annoying commanders. Back when it was happening it was just shit
I can still vividly remember some of that crazy shit
Storm: Hell, even now we're dealing with some crazier shit
Noble: If you got the chance to start another tour, would you?
Storm: Hell, Fucking yeah
That was the most exciting part of my life!
Noble: So just what were you fighting for?
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Private: Commander, operatives four and three are in position
send them in
Private: No disrespect commander, but are you sure that these are the best two for an extraction job?
Commander: The system will determine the order Private; the system will determine the order
Now send them in...
////// (Somewhere near the top of Mt. Battle in Orre) \\\
Guard #1: Do you ever wonder why we're here?
Guard #2: No, and you should stop watching Machinima.
#1: No, I mean, why are we guarding this outpost in the middle of friendly territory?
#2: *gets stabbed and pulled away*
#1: I mean, I signed on to fight some illegal team members
Not join this 'Experimental Pokémon' project thing
*Notices the other Guard's gone* Hey Mark! *Pulling out his pistol* Where'd you go?
#2: *coming from a room beside him* I heard something, so I went to check it out!
#1: What did you hear a ghost Pokémon? *something drips in front of him* Wha
*looks up to see the other Guard's corpse hanging from the ceiling*
Jurassic: *Switching off his voice modifier* it is something like that. *Stabs the guard, killing him instantly* *Turns on his radio* How much time until the next patrol arrives?
Storm: *Hiding inside of a thermal vent while carrying a sniper rifle* You got five minutes, in that time I suggest you set your motion tracker, the steam from the vent is the perfect cover, but it's fucking with the thermal sights
Jurassic: I do not think so; it'll be taking too much time
Storm: So will getting caught, now set your damn tracker!
Jurassic: *Sneaking past a few guards with his pistol drawn*
Storm: *Over the radio* Jurassic, pick up
Answer me damn it!
Jurassic: Shush, be holding on for one second
*Reaches a large gate with a golden 'T' painted on it* Jackpot
Storm: *Over the radio* you found the package?
Jurassic: Easy as American Pie
*Steps into the room as the door shuts behind him*
Storm: *Barely audible over static* I'm gett- som- -ference
Di- you -nd t- Pack-?
Jurassic: *Holstering his Pistol as he starts to type a code into a keypad*
Keypad: *Gives off three warning 'beeps'* *A crane lifts a large tube out of the ground as steam fans out from the now empty space*
*Staring at the Gardevoir that's frozen like a stone*
Storm: *Over the suddenly clear radio* that's better
Did you get the package?
Jurassic: I am going to need some assistance
Storm: *over the radio* Why?
Jurassic: Because I'll shoot our way out of hell-hole while you carry this Gardevoir
Storm: *Over the radio* Can't she walk?
Jurassic: she appears to be frozen and unable to be moving
She was probably in stasis for long-time!
Storm: *Hopping down from the vent on to one of the guards, killing him from the impact* I'm on my way. *Alarm starts to sound*
Jurassic: *getting the Gardevoir out of the tube* We have to be getting out of-
Gardevoir:*Opens her eyes* *Pins Jurassic to a wall using her elbow in on swift move* Give me a good reason not to kill you now
Jurassic: *Fearful* Because handsome Gallade that you would like, and me are only chances of escape? Plus I have mate back home?
Gardevoir: Fine, *Releases Jurassic* but for your sake, he better be the best thing I've seen in my five damn years in stasis!
Storm: *Gets to the door while shooting several guys that are tailing him* You guys better be goddamn ready! *door opens*
Gardevoir: *Launches her stasis tube at five soldiers, killing them all* What do you
know, the freaky Lucario was right, you are pretty cute.
You're cute too?
Cortana, what's yours?
Jurassic: I would be recommending we get out of here before you have sex!
Cortana: *lying* you know, I'm not feeling too well from coming out of stasis
*looks in Storm's eyes* would you mind carrying me?
Storm: *Blushing* Uh, sure
*Picks her up bridal style*
Jurassic: Ugh, remind me never to be that 'lovey-dovey' with Coleen
Anyway, if we keep heading out through that door *Points to a door on his right*, we will reach the landing pad for extraction!
Jurassic: *Charges through the door while shooting any guard in sight* How are lovebirds holding up?
Storm: Stay quiet! She's asleep!
Jurassic: *Stops* How in world can she be sleeping? We are firing off bullets like no tomorrow!
Storm: I have no idea dude; let's just get the hell out of here before anything else happens.
Jurassic: *Opens the door to the landing pad* Holy Motherland, help us
Storm: What- Oh shit
*the landing pad is surrounded by several guards with their guns aimed at the duo, but not Cortana, while a Helicopter is hovering behind the Commander of the forces*
Commander: *Over a loudspeaker* Attention Assholes! Drop your weapons and the Gardevoir and no one will be hurt!
Jurassic: *Drops his shotgun*
Storm: *gently sets Cortana down*
Commander: Get Subject Psi, and load her onto the ship.
Private: Sir, yes sir! *Grabs Cortana*
Jurassic: *His hands raised above his head* Ten Pokedollars says that we get out of this
Storm: *His hands raised above his head* A hundred says that you and Coleen will have an egg if we get out of this
Jurassic: Up yours-
Soldier: INCOMING! *A large block of steel hits the helicopter, making it spiral uncontrollably into the ground*
Jurassic: *smirks* pay up
*Sounds of screaming from pain come from behind the doors* *Something impacts the door, leaving a huge dent, and another*
A Conkeldurr with no clown nose or cement beams: *Punches open the door, causing several guards to fly off with it* ARGH!
Private: WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT!?
Commander: Is that Zeta
Private: Shoot it or retreat?
Commander: *Staring at the Conkeldurr in disbelief*
Private: SHOOT OR RETREAT?!
Commander: Shoot it! *the entire platoon starts firing their weapons*
Jurassic: *Picks up his shotgun* MOTHERLAND! *Starts firing into the group of soldiers killing a few*
Zeta: *Semi-excited* This
*Starts pummeling, and crushing the soldiers*
Storm: *Rushing through the crowd to get to Cortana* ASSHOLE, FACE ME LIKE A MAN!
Commander: *Puts his knife up to Cortana's neck* ONE MORE FUCKING STEP AND I SLIT HER THROAT!
Cortana: *unamuzed* Please
*psychically makes the Commander stab himself then runs behind Storm in the confusion*
Storm: *Pushes the Commander off the landing pad* Now where the hell is the evac?! *A sniper shot rings over the battlefield*
Zeta: *Screams in pain* ARGH! *Collapses*
Jurassic: *Leaning Zeta on a wall* *Radios in* COMMAND WE HAVE THE PACKAGE, BUT WE ALSO HAVE WONDED, WE NEED EVAC!
Plane-like thing: *Flies just above the landing pad, shooting the remaining soldiers with a Chaingun*
Nick: GET THE HELL IN HERE!
Storm: *Gives Cortana to Nick before he helps Jurassic get Zeta on board*
Jurassic: *Climbs aboard*
Storm: *Sets a pack of C4 down then climbs on*
Cortana: *leans on him, hugging him*
Nick: I've seen you've made a 'friend'?
Cortana: *Snuggling into him more, then falling asleep*
Storm: You could say that
*fakes vomiting* *Walks into the cockpit so he can pilot the plane*
Storm: *Looks at the Outpost then at Nick*
Nick: *Pounds on the door between the cockpit and the area they're in*
Plane: *Speeds up*
Nick: Blow it
Storm: *Smirks* Three
*Pulls the trigger on the C4 that makes the entire base explode*
Jurassic: this is assault plane no. 117, we have package but we are also having wounded! Requesting clearance to land!
Operator: Roger 117, this is the Carrier 'Arceus in our Prayers'; we need you to modify your approach velocity.
Jurassic: Negative, we have majorly wounded on board, we are requesting permission to dock!
Operator: Negative, at the speed you're going, we cannot auto dock you. Either throttle down or turn for a go-around.
Jurassic: Then we will manually dock
Operator: Negative, we are a military carrier on loan to the Hoenn military, and cannot allow manual docks!
Jurassic: This is not my call, patient is level zero. *Nick walks up behind Jurassic*
Operator: Level zero? I'm afraid you'll need confirmation for that-
Nick: This is Commander Nick Malcom, I'm afraid that we're to humbly request your assistance; our situation is rather dire
Operator: Roger, you're cleared for manual landing
Nick: I'll go prep Zeta
Jurassic: well, so much for that go-around
Operator: I heard that 11-
Jurassic: *Quickly turns off his radio* *Lowers the joystick to land* Well that's not gonna look good on record
------------ (End Flashback) ------------
Noble: Revenge for Cortana, or revenge for Zeta?
speaking of which, come on, we need to be with Zeta for his rehabilitation
Noble: On it *both get up and leave*