Operation: Express Car; [train plot log]

[these_balls]

Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
Where: Goldenrod City, the Magnet Train, Saffron City.
When: November 23rd, 11AM-5PM
Summary: Heist on the Magnet Train!
Rating: Might go up to PG-13, possibly R if exceptional violence of swearing occurs.
Log:

They've spent the last few days preparing. He wasn't sure at first, how this was going to turn out, but the Team is confident. They are confident and now he, Archer, is also confident. He has no reason to expect failure; he tells himself, even if they fail, this will cement them back in the public eye. A threat again. It makes his collar hot to think.

He reviews the plans again, Petrel's notes and schematics, engineering details. Phase 2 will be the most delicate, but he's confident in the abilities of the recruits. The aliens, the outsiders, are strange, but useful. They have skills no other Grunt would possess. Archer recognizes he has been given a tool, and only a fool would fail to use it.

At 9:30AM on November 23rd, Archer sends a message through the Rocket Network. It is short, and simple, and jubilant.

Operation: Express Car START

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It's a nice day out, considering. Cold, yes, but the kind of cold that buries itself deep in the lungs and blows the mind into crisp clarity. Cheeks are red, movements brisk to retain heat, and around Goldenrod's white-dusted Magnet Train station, the energy is thick enough to taste. People in their thick winter coats press together, some alone, some with families and friends, most with their trusted pokémon. The larger creatures are returned to their balls, tragically fated to miss the voyage, while smaller breeds are held in their trainers' arms or scurrying around their ankles.

The station attendants are supervising while customers pass through, touching the microchipped Rail Pass to the card readers and moving in slow, sluggish trails through the gates. There is no shoving; the atmosphere seems too cheery for it, excitement manifesting in the form of loud, vigorous conversation. The train itself is gloriously slick, smooth and polished as a new bullet or a freshly-minted coin, humming with power. We ask our passengers to please mind their electric-types, reminds the stationmaster over the PA, as we seek to avoid any trouble or inconvenience during the ride.

Once you've passed the gate, find a seat and stow away your luggage. Relax, unwind; it's a long six hours ahead.

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Comments

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

No, I strongly suggest you guys surrender or get your butts kicked!

[Clover leaps up from her seat, and jabs her pointer finger toward the nearest speaker while yelling at it. Then she steps in front of her seat, where Ham the Jigglypuff was. There was no way she was giving up any of her Pokémon, and those Rockets had another thing coming, if they were actually bringing the children into this.

Her traveling party was comprised of two young boys, never mind that she tended to act younger than them. If she had to join the fray and kick butt herself, she would. No one was going to lay a hand on her, or her friends, or her team, or anyone's team.

So she brings out the strongest member of her team. A flash of light heralds the Roserade, bouquet-hands at the ready.]

Go, Light! Ham and I will back you up!

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[Ken's been waiting for Team Rocket to do something for a year now. He figured it'd happen sooner or later, after all. He's braced, Nemesis scrambling up angrily in front of him. There's a strange anxiety with her there.

A level 100 Cubone? This shit should be easy. But Nemesis came from Team Rocket, and a fear of losing her to them is spreading in his chest.]

There's not a lot of room, Clover-san. Does Ham know sing? [He's already grabbing for Nyx's Pokeball--she knows sleep powder at the very least.]

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

I'll...I'll make room if I have to! [She balls her hands into fists. Then again, he was right. ]

And yeah, she does!

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Most grunts are stupid. I don't think that's changed... they stuck around with Team Rocket, after all.

[Man, if he ever wanted a seer like Fuuka to tell him what to do, he'd want one right now.]

We're probably outnumbered, too. We have to be careful.

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I will. [She was going to protect her team, and her friends.]

Let's make 'em sorry they chose Team Rocket!