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Logan
6:27pm
Hallway In Front of Control Room aka Where it's about to hit the fan.
Shoulders relax as Logan leaves the tiny confined space. She notes Sapphire's reaction but is cut off by Wes before she can say anything. An apologetic smile crinkles her face, a curt nod to the trainer with the Gallade, dipping forward she inspects the hall.
It’s a hallways alright.
A long, grey tunnel with periodic lights, small portholes
dumb to climb threw and blacked out cameras. The air is stale, almost tin-ee and smells of salt.
Sun's still up , plenty of light in the summer, but it would be going down in....maaaaaaaybe thirty minutes or so, hard to tell.
Left Or...Logan advances into the hall, her boots making a pat pat on the even surface of the rocking behemoth.
Cast her eyes right....
Yes that will probably be- then left, deciding which way will best get them, because yes it's a them now these two- wait
four?
Her eyes widen noticing not a only two more people about very weird probably Legendary pokemon Floating.........
Nope, nada, not the time.
"Wait, Logan?"
That voice, that hair, those-
Their eyes meet, Logan's hand immediately goes for Shocker's ball. Her fingers clamp-freeze.
NOT HERE NOT NOW, MUST-battle....later! Muscles are forced to loosen given the situation the party is in. Her fingers slide from her pokeball to her hat's lip.
Logan tips her Rocket Cap. "The one and only." Voice hushed in urgency but sly wink shadows battle spirited .
She beckons Eon and she jerks a thumb up the hall.- her eyes focus past Eon and See a Rocket(Lyn).......
They are not calling for back-up. Good Enough. Logan jerks her chin in the same path as her thumb, that’s as much and invite as she(Lyn) is going to get.
There is a guttural BANG from somewhere in the ship. Something Colossal has just been released and is probably not happy about the empty cargo hold. It’s clattering rampage can be felt even this far off.
“Catch Up Later?” A Thin smile is given to Eon panic beginning to set in, the hunter’s noose closing about the escapees. It’s a big ship, it has a lot of manpower when they are all targeting one thing and not just being picked off one by one.
With stealth in mind Logan and anyone else sane hustles up the hall towards the main deck. Sight darts from side to side in the metal channel feeling more like a death trap every moment, every step that does not yield open sky. The world thins down to heartbeats, breathing and the hall.
The side of the hall is cool under touch and the oppression of the atmosphere leads one the desire to crouch.
The Kalosian man just up ahead slowing down.
“TARGET SPOTTED ON SECOND DECK E! ALL PRIMARY AND TERTIARY UNITS TO SECOND DECK E!”
A door flies open just before them Logan BANKS into the nearest channel does not look, she’s superstitious like that.
“REPEAT ALL PRIMARY AND TERTIARY UNITS TO SECOND DECK E!” Touch, Jolt! The feeling of the party bunk in beside her.
BOOTS THUNDER down the hall maybe ten or fifteen grunts. Stillness....Wary eyes meet those of her companions as they all hold their breath.
We are not on Second Deck E....
Another snap of necks peeking out, then into the hall towards the main deck.
Some Monster was Screaming the high pitched keen of a dragon. Footsteps clatter, disperse, go silent.
And that is their pattern. Scramble. Hide. Pray. Move. Scramble. Hide.
Prey. Move.
Controlled breathing follows the returned burst into the halls the party yet unseen.
The size of the ship both a trap for the crew size and a blessing for the spacious immensity of it.
Sympathetic eyes track the heavy breathing of the party, anyone not built for this sorta stress. Logan give Eon a little nudge as they dash and makes the affair a but of a race, a fun sorta game between friends. She gives Wes and Lyn one to, just a little shoulder nudge to encourage them a smile.
The next cubby they bunk into everyone is more than grateful for but eyes still roll to the ceiling wishing it were sky. Logan gives Saph a shoulder squeeze, he looked like he was having some trouble running without running shoes on. She mouth a “Almost.”
And then they are out and dashing again.
NO grunt is traveling along now and five or six in a pack Nearly spot the group.
Snippets over conversation pass over.
“No WAY they took the whole load.”
“We lost the pokemon Cargo unit?”
“D*nm these wretches pay is going to be docked for sure!”
“NO way we lost Lyn??”
“Eh she was always a funny one.”
Smooth footwork and the party is almost home free, the upper deck within sight! It’s a wide thing, something that could have cargo easily placed on it though is currently bare. Plated in flat red steel, probably uncomfortable to stand on for too long. A Steel railing outfits the perimeter, a deterrent against going overboard. It’s safety at long last!
“Stand Down!!” Shouts a heavy male voice.
A warning hiss like something between reptilian and a teapot follow the order that none of the party has given.
Uh-oh.
Logan whirls as sunlight, sweet sweet setting sunlight bathes her skin in fire. She Books it for the side of the deck already tossing Shell Shocker’s ball. She does not look back because that voice was not her companions and that hissing was definitely an electric type and Now is Not the time to be paralyzed.
She dips the guardrail and shoots the rungs, leaping onto her massive turtle in the waiting surf. A second ball is ripped from it’s socket and only now in escape does she look back and up, waiting-watching if the other should need aid in their flight. Her eyes dart about.
The Rockets do swarm the deck now as people flee in varying arrays.
The first grunt’s Heliolisk shoots electric currents down the hall it is still in, towards the heels Wes and Eon, free from the hall and on the escape.
It Brays in anger and shoots a second stronger current.
Meanwhile a good old fashion houndour is gaining fast side by side with a mectrike. The blue dog moves right past Lyn unfamiliar with attacking people dressed like friends.
Several grunts have gotten above the deck from the higher reach of the ship.
The most determined little eevee shoots rains Shadow Balls towards Saph. Someday it will be an Umbreon. Right now it will just try it’s best.
That Siren-like Keen from earlier Erupt again, a little late to the party but that does not matter when you can Fly as a Massive Dragonair banks over the ship. It SCREAMS revealing a double row of fish eating teeth, needle like and doubled rowed, eyes blacks as an ocean vent. It’s here for Lyn.
“You WHACKED MY WIFE!” The familiar voice of Meta spits fire towards the former grunt.
Ice Hits the deck like cannon fire sending shards of glass projectiles all over. One hits the Helioisk, good for us. The second Icebeam pursues the latias and her girl, the dragonair gives chase making the water a hazard for all in the surf.
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