Max jumped up a few seconds after she had started. She almost dropped the bottle. He shouted something about Lavender town, and left, going back to his sleeping bag. Ellie sat silent across from Leels for a while, just staring in the Lieutenant's direction for a while. "You heard the Lieutenant." she finally said, getting up.
The wind picked up, something she was grateful for. It was refreshing. She walked over to where the Commander was laying on his side. Some childish urge to nudge him with her foot to see if he was dead momentarily caught her attention, but she knew better. They were both strong, the lieutenant and the commander. Not to mention Ridner had specifically mentioned not wanting to kill the Commander. The bloodied bat still lay next to the Commander on the grass, the metal glinting a pretty red. She went around to his front, kneeling in front of him.
"Commander?" She reached out slowly, trying to see if he was still conscious.
"...wildcat... Fetch me some water. Don't let the tools wander..."
The crazed leader's left arm lay limp, beneath his body. Blood ran from his cheek and seeped from under his uniform. His voice was quiet, as if his tongue was still stunned.
"Help me make a splint for my arm. And water... Get water..." He noticed a hesitation.
"Do it or I'll kill you. Like I killed Miles. And Tanny..." his head rolled to one side and he was very still aside from his ragged breathing. Since the batting he hadn't moaned or cried out once although other grunts were still loudly whining about their groins.
"...Yes Commander." Apparently she was promoted from tool to wildcat. She got up quickly, scavenging a couple bottles of water and bandages from their meager supplies before thinking about the splint. Right now, the best she could do was a sling, not a splint. She paused for a second before releasing her Nidorina. "Nidorina, get me a thick branch." Ellie pointed at the nearby shrubbery. "Bring it back here." It scampered off. On the way back she stopped and picked up what she assumed was his sleeping bag. There was no way she was going to be able to help him back to it.
"I brought your sleeping bag." She laid it out beside him, helping him in before offering the water. "O-okay, I'm going to try this splint now..."
Alex was silent while the girl affixed his elbow into a safe position. His breathing slowed he shifted in his bag.
"Stay in my bag, you'll warm me. I feel so cold..."
He closed his eyes but did not sleep.
"I still have teeth and you are all my tools. Yes... The boss has beaten his tool but only to strengthen me. I will strengthen this team. My team... My tools..."
As she forced her way into the bag he winced.
"Gentle!" he snapped.
When she had settled he exhaled shakily.
"Sleep, tomorrow we end them... Yes...."
He fell asleep quickly, the wind whistling across the field. Grunts everywhere in the camp accepted the fact that sleep was their only option and they lay on their bruises. The next night was going to be brutal.
Despite everything, Ellie wasn't used to sleeping right next to someone. It was the reason she always left as soon as she was no longer needed. She faced away from the Commander, trying to stay as still as she could. He was cold.
And bloody. She could smell the blood. She could smell his blood. It was still on his clothes, and it was still on her hands. After a moment of thought she slowly started to clean her fingers, licking them until there was no trace of the metallic liquid.
In retrospect, this had been a good night, she thought as she closed her eyes.
Leela leaned against the tree a few moments longer, recovering a bit more before being able to walk back to her bag, the day was shaping up to be a bit warm, so she didn't think she'd really need the sleeping bag until tonight.
As she neared her spot, a stray wind blew a hat into her path, and seeing that it either belonged to Max, or a sleeping bag that was steadily, rhythmically moving deeper into the small patch of woods they'd camped in, the occasional meep being heard.
"I think you're missing something Max,"She said as she walked past, stuffing the hat into the bag,"Uniform's gonna be more important eventually."
Leela sat down slowly and finding herself to not be as tired as before, she simply threw her bag over herself and just listened to the noises around her, attempting to block out the human ones, at varying success.
Caid coughed out a little blood and sat up very gingerly. It had been awhile since she'd been hit that badly, and it showed. She looked over to where Sandy layed, on his back, staring into the sky with a blank look.
At least he's okay...
After a little bit of vengeful wishful thinking, she shakily got up, holding her side a bit and limped over to where Sandy and a bigger group of grunts layed, flumping onto her belly in the grass. "A-ain't no way I'm sleepin' alone after that..."
The grunts that she camped by either didn't care or were too drained to argue, just giving assorted noises of varying approval.
Scott regained consciousness from a swift kick to the ribs. The pain shocked him, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even open his eyes, the paralyze power had hit him while he was still sleeping. The beating continued, something Scott was quite familiar with. He didn't make a sound, that only made their job more enjoyable. Kick after kick, punch after punch, he couldn't feel it but Scott knew he was getting bloodied. Finally the beating stopped. Scott laid stiff in pain, after a short while his appendages regained their mobility and he got onto one knee. Looking around he saw Mayu laying crippled by a beating.
"Those fucking pigs." He muttered, then he notice Ellie walk over and kick the child. "Noted.." He thought, he would have intervened not for his body still being sluggish.
He got up and walked over to a bunch of grunts that were mingling, there was various articles of first aid laying about. Scott found some disinfectant and some clean gauze. He walked over to Mayu and kneeled down. The small girl cringed and turned away from him, her eyes full of tears.
"I'm not here to hurt you Pikachu... Let me help." Scott spoke softly.
Let me know if that was too much control over Mayu, I will edit.
Mayu flinched a little bit when she heard someone approaching. Her vision was still blurry and in the process of readjusting back to normal, so she wasn't certain who had kicked her previously. For all she knew, it was the Silver Grunt again getting in some extra punishment on her. Her thoughts calmed down when she heard Scott calling her Pikachu and offering to help. Simply nodding her head since anything else was too painful, she allowed him to assist her in any way he could.
Scott released his Meowth, the small cat pokemon purred and rubbed up against Mayu. Scott put some disinfectant on the gause and dabbed it on Mayu's cuts.
Mayu giggled a little bit, despite her injuries, when the Meowth rubbed against her. It felt nice to have a friendly Pokemon to comfort her every now and then. Her comfort was interrupted when she felt the sting of the disinfectants on her wounds. "Ow ow ow..W-why do they have to make it hurt to get better?"
After placing the last bandage on one of Mayu's open wounds, Scott started to squeeze different parts of her body. Her arms, legs, and ribs. The small girl cringed but it didn't seem like anything was broken.
"Alright, I think your all done. You'll get better in no time."
Mayu nodded her head a little bit before attempting to get up. It took all of her willpower to simply move into a sitting position, and even that had her panting and tearing from the pain. "Owie..I guess that's what I get for trying to help. I'll have to be more careful next time huh?"
Dylan stood up slowly, rubbing his stomach. I didn't sign up for this. I really hate this job sometimes. His thin body made it hurt even more for him. He wiped the blood from his face and splashed some water on it.
"I swear, the next time I see those assholes..."
He looked around and saw all the others beaten up, and proceeded to helping the other grunts recover.
"Yes you do... Do you know what self preservation is? It's great that you want to help the team, but you need to take care of Mayu first. Help yourself, then help the team."
Scott stood up, towering over the child, he stretched and looked around. Everyone was trying to recover or getting back to sleep. The sun was pretty high in the sky, Scott estimated the time to be around 10am. HE noticed Dylan rise and rinse his face. Scott caught eye contact with the young grunt and nodded. An 'are you good?' kind of nod. He continued to scan, Ellie and Alex were snuggled in a sleeping bag, Max had returned to his solitude, Leela seemed in a dream world sitting by herself, and the smelly girl found her way into a group of other grunts. Scott couldn't see Dirk but assumed he was around somewhere, and finally Mayu was still standing beside him. Scott looked down at the 7 year-old
"I think its time to jump back into your sleeping bag and get some sleep. I'm sure we have a long night ahead of us."
The Viridian forest was pitch black underneath the dense foilage. The sounds of wild Pokemon filled the air. Jame's Koffing was on its last limbs and Jesse had no more Pokemon at all.
"You're so fucking useless!"
"Fucking useless!" said Meowth, cheerfully.
James would have told her to be quiet but he knew that was pointless. He would have been given an earful. The museum hiest had been an absolute disaster. Their enterance had been flashy and as beautifully co-ordinated as always... And instead of fear and incompotance there had been nine fully trained Pokemon rangers in there, lying in wait. They were far more than the two or three old, lazy guardsmen they had expected to encounter.
Their flight to the forest had been a haphazard affair. The balloon had been shot down by a bolt of electricity from a mouse Pokemon one of the rangers had been using. They had crashed, to their great misfortune, in the backyard of Brock himself. Thankfully he had been more angry than awake, merely sending them flying with his Golem. He probably would have arrested them otherwise. The rangers had chased them into the forest and even now he could hear their voices.
"My hair, there are twigs in my hair!"
"Quiet Jesse!"
"How can I be quiet when it was you who crashed the balloon into a gym leader's backyard?!"
"Stranger!" pointed Meowth, the form of a trainer darting in the woods to their right. There was the cry of a Pokemon James didn't recognize and a number of Pidgey flew away in a hurry.
"Pipe down would you, I'm trying to keep us from bein-"
"Over here!"
James paled, slapping a hand over Jesse's face. She bit but he didn't lift the hand. The Rangers grouped up and charged... at the trainer to their right.
"Oh, hi kid. You didn't see any Rockets have you? ...a battle? I dunno, we're pretty tough. Well, alright. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
James was happy to hear that they could make their way back into Pewter. His Koffing was exhausted, it barely seemed able to produce a wisp of smoke.
"Let's go back to Pewter. We can take another crac-"
Jesse was already sneaking towards the sounds of a growing battle.
"Where are you going?" he hissed, frightened.
"I want to see what that Pokemon was."
"I'm tired, we have a job to do and those are rangers!"
"Don't be such a girl James."
Their Meowth followed her and James followed with an exasperated sigh. She was his partner and he wasn't going anywhere without her. They moved up very slowly lest they reveal themselves. He came to the bottom of a tree she had hidden behind, Meowth climbing up to the first branch. He poked his head out from behind it and gasped when he saw how the fighting had turned.
Most of the Rangers were broken, their Pidgeottos and Geodudes had fallen and lay down unconcious among the huge roots and shrubs of the forest floor. Two more Rangers waited in line to face this trainer, their faces a mixture of confusion and quiet admiration. James turned to look at the trainer before them.
His Pokemon was a red lizard, something he had never seen before. It belched fire out at some kind of bug pokemon with purple fuzz for a body. They watched as the Ranger surrendered, throwing a bill of cash at the pile collected on a stump. James noted that the boy was tiny, wearing a simple red and white coat and a smart red ball cap. His belt however had a full 6 balls on it and he had a look of quiet confidence about him.
The remaining two Rangers fell before them, their birds shot out of the sky by an electric rat and their Rattatas sliced apart by the two legged fire breather the boy seemed to prefer. The Rangers muttered something about respecting the law but they walked solemnly back to Pewter city, cringing at the angry cries of Caterpies.
James reached for Jesse's arm but it wasn't there.
"Hey kid, we saw what you did to those Rangers."
Jesse...
"Would you consider joining Team Rocket? We can use little punks like you." she said, giving him a winning smile. The boy ignored her, picking up his winnings and walking slowly towards the West. It was if he was exploring the forest, oblivious to them. Like she was nothing.
It boiled his blood to see such insolence. He jumped out in front of the kid.
"Hey you brat, we're talking to yo-" an electric shock ran through his body and he collapsed into a heap. Jesse just laughed as the boy walked away, his Pikachu following him loyally.
"You got beaten by a twerp!" she said, barely containing her laughter.
"He wouldn't be so happy if I had my Pokemon ready!" spat James, rubbing the mud off of his face. His precious uniform was filthy now. It would need a good washing.
"Well, come here." said Jesse, pulling out some healing items from a pocket. "The boss gave me these to use if we needed to."
James just stared at her in disbelief.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU PULL THOSE OUT SOONER?"
"I FORGOT OKAY?"
"BITCHES!" cried out Meowth excitedly.
They squabbled as they healed their Pokemon and all discussion about their mission in Pewter was put on hold. The mystery trainer moved on without a word, attacking bold Pokemon as he walked along steadily. He vanished into the black of the Forest.
Mayu knew that Scott was right, and that she should have been thinking more about herself than anyone else. Crawling painfully back to her sleeping bag, she got settled in before saying. "I-I'll remember that next time. I guess I still wanted to prove myself to Max but..Not anymore..I've got to think of myself over anyone else.."
"Your smarter than Max gives you credit for, and there is no proving yourself to him... Just saving yourself from him. Have a good sleep little one, I will see you later"
Scott walked back to his mangled sleeping bag, returned his Meowth and laid down to sleep.
She shivered in the cold. The small enclosure did nothing to warm her small frail body. Her eyes were glued on the white screen door, waiting with bated breath for the dreaded shadow to appear, waiting for the cruel mistress to wake from her slumber. Somewhere nearby, there was a loud growl.
Ellie's eyes snapped open, and she almost made the mistake of bolting up. Alex was snoring, and since her ear was against his chest, it was obnoxiously loud. She tried to move a little, to either get up without disturbing him or to get a little more comfortable, but as soon as she did he started to stir. His good arm, the one she was on top of, darted out to his bags, retrieving a handful of... medicine. He swallowed them without water, and went back to sleep. She exhaled in relief. The Commander hadn't woke up. There was still the problem of him holding onto her in his sleep though. And the snoring.
The sun had already started to set. Hopefully, the Lieutenant would be well enough to stand and get the camp up.
Wex was not like any other grunt. Some were Rockets by necessity, others by choice and some just loved hitting things and people. Wex wasn't in the Rockets because of what he was. He was a Rocket because of who he was. It was in his blood, even if he was on the wrong side. None of that mattered now. He was a Rocket now and he'd die a Rocket, even though it made his father roll in his grave.
When he woke up his chest hurt but the dream he had been enjoying had made up for it. He was flying, flapping his wings like a great Pidgeot in the sky. Besides, he had become accustomed to pain. His entire life had been painful.
The Marino family had been cousins to Giovanni's bloodline. They had sided with Richie The Snake and, more damningly, Antonio... Giovanni's brother. The family had been removed from the streets but the sons still survived. Wex had the distinct misfortune of being Gaetano Marino's nephew. He wondered if they still talked about him. He had ran from Giovanni himself after the man had beaten his father bloody in front of him in an alley. He never knew why he was allowed to go.
Wex had run from Celadon, forgetting his first name in the process to protect himself but had been picked up by the wide net of Rocket recruiting. Forced into the gang that had killed his father, he had played along. He had fallen in with Alex and his maniacs and had done things he shuddered to think about.
To think I wanted to be a dentist when I was a kid.
Wex barely stood out as a Rocket, the only noticeable feature was his fourth Pokeball. Not that it mattered much, all his Pokemon were useless Rattatas. The officers thought nothing of him and he wanted it to stay that way. He knew about Alex not caring about who shared his tent or his bag. He had nearly been picked once...
"What do we have for food?" he whined, pulling himself out of his bag. Rockets were stirring and stretching.
"Go to hell Wex." spat a grunt with a crooked nose named Henri. Wex just sighed and prepared for another march. He gnawed at an R-bar, barely ignoring the sick feeling it left in his stomach. Maybe at Lavander he would see a ghost. Maybe his fathers...
He shivered and watched the grunts in the camp themselves off. The lieutenant was already yelling at everyone.
"WEX, WAKE UP THOSE LAYABOUTS OVER THERE!"
"Yes sir..."
As Wex shook up Grunts gently, ignoring their curses and complaints, he thought about Giovanni.
It's kind of funny how even his Family's name is a mystery. Guess that's why he's the only boss in Kanto now...
Character name: ???? Marino
Rocket name: Wex, #521432
Appearance: Muddy brown hair. He has a slim build, dark green eyes. His Rocket uniform is faded and his cap is splattered with white paint.
Biography: Born in Celadon as the son of a notorious mobster, he fled as a kid during Giovanni's rise to prominence in the underground. Lacking a good education, he slipped into crime and became the youngest member of The Wild Rats. Captured when the Rockets raided his tiny gang hideout, he was conscripted into the black. He lies low within the team, easily accomplished with his lack of notable battling skills and oddly friendly manner. Terrified of his 'comrades', he remains in the shadows but curiosity does gnaw at him about the new grunts in Yellow. They were the first he spoke up to.
Reasons for joining Team Rocket (if not already stated): Was captured. Supposedly remains in the Team to dream of avenging his family but in reality he's grown too used to it to abandon it.
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