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.

[[ ooc: I kindly ask that players please DO NOT POST until all the subthreads have been made. Thank you!

GO FOR IT! Remeber to tag yourselves in!

NOTE: YOU CAN NPC ROCKETS IF YOU CAN'T NAB A PC ROCKET FOR PLOTTY FUNTIEMS. ]]

Comments

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

[Okay, what. Riku blinks and stares. Man, that was weird.]

I don't know, but it's not a bad idea.

[Flare grunts and follows suit. Ground type moves should take care of those Muks.]

[paladinlost]

[It certainly does, considering the way some of them are screaming.]

At least all of our attack options are still open.

[Rosie snorts just as she starts digging again. Of course they are, silly trainer. The display is enough to encourage Tellah to try a few Mud-Slaps, but he quickyl realizes that he has better options.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a perk.

[Dig, dig, diggity dig! Flare seems to be enjoying this.

As a whole, Riku's little army is landing some heavy hits. Probably helps that they're all maxed out, of course.]

[paladinlost]

Though they did warn us about electric attacks...

[Ah, the joys of being maxed out. Noelle would be jealous of everyone else present, if she wasn't busy Flamethrowing a Koffing unconscious.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Flare hasn't had too much trouble.

[Granted, he's using punches instead of moves like Thunderbolt.]

[paladinlost]

He's only one Pokémon. A whole group of Electrodes, however... I'm surprised they did not think of that.

[Not that he minds, even if it'd take many Explosions to knock one of his team out.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's too risky for them.

[Because they could get caught up in the explosion themselves.]

[paladinlost]

I'm surprised their leaders care about such details.

[Goodness knows the villains in his world never did, though they were mostly monsters.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

The grunts are probably too useful to just off at the drop of a hat.

[paladinlost]

Yet not useful enough to deserve useful Pokémon.

[He hits a Koffing trying to sneak up on him with his shoulder. His spike-covered shoulder.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a pretty weird double-standard.

[Pfff, Riku punches a Zubat in the face, knocking it right over to his Rotom.]

[paladinlost]

Perhaps they know a breeder who sells Poison-type eggs at a particularly low price and are on a budget.

[Lucky thing the Jennies aren't there to see that.]

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't surprise me. Heck, they could get them for free.

[paladinlost]

They could even take care of it themselves, with a few specimens and a Ditto.

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's all they do in the first place.

[paladinlost]

...A criminal lair with a hatchery. That must be interesting to explain to new members.

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

If by interesting you mean awkward. Imagine what it'd do for their reputation.

[paladinlost]

...If someone could find proof of its presence, somehow... A sudden drop in reputation could crush their morale.

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

I sure didn't see anything down at their old base. Could be off-site, for all we know.

[paladinlost]

Yet it'd have to be close enough for them to transfer their starters quickly. Unless they could do so through the PCs?

[islandshore.livejournal.com]

They could probably do it through the PCs. It'd be time consuming, but doable.

[paladinlost]

It'd also stop any potential spy from learning the location of their hatchery.