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| 1st Cell: 1st Mission; Party Crashers | |
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| Pop Smash | Sep 3 2014, 07:03 AM Post #1 |
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Dancing Dragonite
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Everyone around HQ knew when Crash was having a bad day. It wasn't hard to miss when the space between his hair spikes was crackling with electricity. What's worse is something in his implant made him twitch whenever he felt some kind of high emotion, when he was angry it was the worst. Today, it was apparent he couldn't sit still if he wanted to. When he entered the room where the new recruits were waiting, he was mumbling something about being put on baby-sitting duty. Then he had a though, instantly calming the storm above his head and in his body. But as soon as he entered, he had left, slamming the door behind him. He would go fetch Moon, wherever that damnable Clefable might be and make HIM go babysit. The Higher ups wouldn't mind that. He did a little asking around in order to locate the pokemon, stuck his head into the room and spat an order. "Moon, B111, now!" He dropped a manilla folder to the floor and left as quickly as he entered. |
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| MasterBlade | Sep 3 2014, 07:19 AM Post #2 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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*BOOM*, following the slamming of the door. In just one single moment of distraction, the entirety of the prototype was gone in an instant. One slipped hand, one mismatched wire, one shorted circuit, and one unhappy scientist. This was more than certainly going to push back production on that new implant. Which means Crash was inevitably going to be unhappy when he found out, creating an endless vortex of angst in the near future. The doctor picked up the mission specifications and quickly skimmed the contents. A short break from his work to take a few new recruits out for a walk. Well with the smoke coming from the toasted circuitry on his desk, a small drive-by mission would be the perfect excuse to wait till the smell of burnt silicon cleared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few minutes passed before the briefing room door opened again. Instead of a sparking high commander, however, the entrance instead bore a rather fancy-looking office chair, being pushed in by a large ball of pink fur in a rocket-emblased jacket. The pokemon proceeded to push the chair all the way to the presentation podium before sitting down and adjusting the height, slowly elevating up to eye level with the others. After a few taps on the microphone to make sure it was working, the Clefable began to speak. “Yes, hello, welcome to Rocket Grunt Orientation. Presenter today is Doctorate Ivan Moonstone the Second, you may refer as Doctor Moon if long title doesn’t suit grunt formality. Congratulations on acceptance into rocket group. All questions will be asked now before immediate mission briefing.” The doctor looked up from the microphone to take a look at what he had in terms of people to work with… then immediately looked back down, attempting to scurry through his notes for personnel files. Upon finding nothing, he looked back up with a single drop of sweat dripping down his face. “If any grunts have preferred gender pronoun, please speak up now. Doctor Moon will otherwise refer to all grunts as grunt unless corrected. Please introduce each other to fill in holes in records.” |
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| HeadPikachu | Sep 3 2014, 08:16 AM Post #3 |
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Designated Campaign Creeper
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A pink-haired young woman was the first to speak, her hazel eyes flashing in what could be safely assumed was either eagerness or confidence. A Zubat sat on her shoulder, looking as stern and serious as an eyeless flying rat could be. She already seemed comfortable in the Rocket uniform - although she had made a few small 'changes' to set herself apart - and was absolutely not surprised when their briefing was done by a talking Clefable doctor. "Elizabeth Riley, codename Echo, granddaughter of Holly Jameson. Snagger. Kat's the lil' girl on my shoulder here." |
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| Jennifurret | Sep 3 2014, 09:19 AM Post #4 |
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Hex Maniac
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Zana was leaning against a wall in the back of the room, arms crossed, trying to look as intimidating as possible. If these grunts were anything like her buddies at the fighting ring, she'd have to establish dominance quickly. Zana certainly was a commanding presence in the room, her short fire engine red hair matching the R on her new uniform. She was still wearing her crimson motorcycle jacket over the uniform, ready to challenge anyone who may make her take it off. But her composure cracked as people started arriving. First was some guy who was bristling with electricity - what the hell was up with him? That seemed bizarre until a Clefable came in and started talking at them. Before Zana had a chance to contemplate this further, the eyes of the room were on her, waiting for her to introduce herself. "Zana Tolvak, and that's a she, not grunt," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "When do we get the Pokemon we were promised? Do they all talk?" |
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| MasterBlade | Sep 3 2014, 09:42 AM Post #5 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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"No. Doctor Moon genetically modified from ancient samples and highly modified with superior intelligence. Grunts lack proper rank to own marvel of science like Doctor Moon." .... *cough* "Inferior pokemon will be provided when *She* goes to armory and requests one. Congratulations to *Echo* for early mastery of base layout and request procedure. You make Rocket Superiors mildly less frustrated. Closest to proud Rocket Superiors are capable of feeling towards grunt." |
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| Jennifurret | Sep 3 2014, 09:50 AM Post #6 |
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Hex Maniac
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Zana recrossed her arms and grumbled. She hated bureaucracy, and for some reason it was even more annoying when some Pokemon was the one lecturing her. |
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| HeadPikachu | Sep 3 2014, 10:36 AM Post #7 |
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Designated Campaign Creeper
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Liz grinned and scratched her newly acquired pokemon behind the ears. She seemed like a pleasant enough little thing; she had been aiming for an Ekans like Granny, but a Zubat was just fine. Heck, it even inspired her little 'codename' on the way here!...Now she just needs to get everyone ELSE to actually call her Echo for it to stick. |
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| JustAnotherRocketGrunt | Sep 3 2014, 09:30 PM Post #8 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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"Aww, the sparkling Exec left us.." A dark-haired woman lounged in her chair, her sandled feet propped on another. She pretend pouted for a moment, and then dropped the face like one would a mask. Like the others, she has added her own flair to the uniform. The shirt has been turned in to a revealing tank top, and something red and orange makes an appearance whenever her long and curly hair is moved. The black cargo pants have been mostly left alone, but the boots are no where to be seen. In a world full of implants that give pokemon power to people, a talking pokemon doesn't phase her too much. Surprised, yes. Stunned speechless? Not for a moment. The rules of her game didn't involve being at a loss for words. "You can call me Diana." Edited by JustAnotherRocketGrunt, Sep 3 2014, 09:30 PM.
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| HeadPikachu | Sep 3 2014, 09:43 PM Post #9 |
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Designated Campaign Creeper
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As Diana introduced herself, Liz leaned against the table, a spark in her eyes, Kat fluttering up to the snagger's head instead. "So, Doc, what's our first mission? And when am I getting my gear?" Seems someone couldn't wait to get started. |
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| MasterBlade | Sep 3 2014, 11:12 PM Post #10 |
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Pokémon Trainer
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Doctor moon looked down to his notes again, mumbling to himself while scribbling. "Echo... She... Diana....." With names taken care of, he threw the mission folder onto the table for the grunts to pick through. Mission briefings, photos of a stage, and a map to a small backwoods town in the middle of nowhere. "First mission little more than glamor display. Tiny town in central Kanto holds new trainer ceremony, standard cultural procedure. Pokemon given to baby children before sent to wander country as hobos. This town produced two Champions of Indigo Elite 4, ceremony there big deal within local trainer community. Executives want grunts to crash party by stealing starter pokemon during ceremony procedure." "Task is simple. Snagger uses special Rocket snag machine to capture any pokemon at event, other grunts protect Snagger from early demise by angry crowd. All members wear full uniform and shout Rocket name many times to let crowd know what group responsible. Executives provide us with vehicle, required supplies, and specialty balls to capture fainted pokemon. All captured pokemon are kept by grunts, try not to capture scrawny bush Pidgey. No death of Humans allowed, anything else goes." "All grunts will report to Armory for utility Pokemon and new uniform; *NO MODIFICATIONS TO UNIFORM ON THIS MISSION!* Uniform is to look sharp and standard, biker jacket and bikini shirts can be worn on next one. When grunts look respectable, all will meet at B-Dock for deployment. The doctor sighed. All three of them. They all messed up their uniforms on THIS mission. Why corporate cared what shape their red R's appeared on for this mission he'd never know. At least uniform guidelines had a shortage of policy on non-human staff; hell if they were going to stick a Clefable in one of those dreadful things. "Ask questions on mission now. Doctor Moon will text questions to angry electric hair executive, who will respond with answers and jeers of incompetence when ego bubble pops." Edited by MasterBlade, Sep 3 2014, 11:33 PM.
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