Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Lykas reappeared in HQ with Mykel at his side, having somehow survived the attack thrown at Zygarde. The only thing he remembered about it was somehow ending up inside the Protect shield around Sub and the others.

Odd was still unconscious, a death grip on the stone Dull had dropped and the hybrid's jacket spread out on the mattress beside him with it's frayed and burnt edges a testament to the hell the man had endured prior to his end.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Lykas nodded calmly to Terashi but, after a brief moment, he faltered. "Where's Odd?" He asked, realizing that he didn't see him gathered with the others.

"I sensed Dull's energy out there. Odd went to help deal with him but he never came back to Virbank afterward..." He sounded worried. Moreso than what was normal for him. As carefree as he could be most of the time, this had been a war zone and he had never seen such a thing up close.  

[Trainer23667]

It's been a long time.

"C'mon Drake, lose them! We can not afford to be followed if we want to make it there!"

""(You try dodging Hyper Beams and Ice Beams from all of Rocket's special forces!)" Drake shouted back in his native tongue. This Flygon was one of Trainer23667's trusted companions that helped him get out of most battles. His speed was on par with a Latios but he could never beat one.He swears he has. Which is a lie.

"Well when you siphoned has much information from that team as much as I have, you'd send as much to try and catch-!!"

Tee was cut off by a massive beam of light that grazed his back.
"GAAAH!!!"
"(Tee!!!)"
Drake barrel rolled to get away from the attack and flew up higher. The attacks from Rockets forces were getting more and more relentless, They were now reaching the high altitudes over Kanto an Johto, a place where no Flygon should be considering the weather conditions.

"Ooooh that's not going to be fun explaining this...." Tee grimaced as he felt his skin peeling off from his back, exposing dark purple and black-scales with what looked to be half of yellow diagonal.
"Drake you do realize how high your flying right?!"
"(I'm aware, but we don't have much choice, we'e going to have to do THAT)"
"We're not even remotely close!"

What was that exactly?

"(If my memory serves me right,)", Drake popped his rear, forcing Tee to fly up into the air.
"Yo what the fu-!?!?! You cant!
"(Just do it!)"


Tee, now falling from the sky reached for a pokeball from his belt, calling out Tyranitar.
"tar....TAR!??!?"
"Look I don't got time to explain, use Giga Impact and aim straight for the ground!! Drake, Sandstorm!"

Drake turned around to face the legion of Rockets heading towards them and whipped up a massive sandstorm, able to provide them cover but that didn't stop the hoards of attacks breaching the storm. Drake got caught out by a flurry of Ice Beams, causing him to drop out of the sky right above the other two.

All the while this was going on Tee grabbed ahold of Tyranitar, both falling and arguing about what the hell they were doing and why he called him out thousands of feet in the air. Eventually they dropped the argument and Tyranitar proceeded the use Giga Impact, accelerating their speed at which they were falling. This was a suicidal drop, one that was only attempted many years ago.

Approaching the ground at a rapid pace the time of impact for Tyranitar & Tee was imminent, the landing had to be done just right, otherwise...
"Typhlosion!"
Unlike the previous, Typhlosion was apart of the previous experience and knew exactly what to do. Tee switched pokemon backs, recalled Tyranitar, and grabbed hold of his Typhlosion before he had used Substitute.

IMPACT. SECOND IMPACT.

Like two bombs had gone off. Two medium sized shockwaves shook the forest and trees surrounding the area before finally settling. Pidgeottos and Murkrows could be heard fleeing the area before finding a spot to nest again. Two craters were formed side by side as the dust began to settle, with three figures lying in them; Tee and Typhlosion in one, Drake in the other. All of them to be passed out from the impact but there was something in Tee's hand, pulsating a light with numbers flashing about.

PROTOCOL: 23667
SUBONIC

The words and letters flashed on and off.  

[Trainer23667]

SubonicXP

Sub had just landed in the clearing inside the woods, Valdemar the Hydreigon having carried him here. His SNAG told him this was the place but so far he saw nothing. He knew how risky it would be to just call out to the person so he had to be more subtle about it in case they were being watched. "Watch out for snakes, Valdemar. They bite." He shouted, despite Valdemar being right by him.

Typhlosion was the first to move but failed to open his eyes. He only did what he was trained to do and let loose a giant Famethrower blast in the sky, serving as a distress signal for several seconds before fainting. The Flygon on the opposite side show signs of movement but it was not the pleasent kind. Almost like he was trying to replicate the same movements Typhlosion did....but couldn't. He was way to hurt to do anything.  

[Trainer23667]

Tee winced from being shaken slightly let out a hiss before snapping back to himself.
"Snagem....right?" He muttered, trying to stay focused but his vision blurred. His skin, brown from the front but his back clearly different, seemed to dissolve, resembling like a snake shedding his skin. Pretty gross. Even worse when it's premature tearing. Burns and all.

"Never thought we'd make it..." He added, half-smiling. He looked over and saw another figure standing by with him and Claydol making it's way torwards them. Tee wasn't too fond of psychic types. At least that wasn't his choice. That was nature and his biochemistry, unfortunately.  

[Trainer23667]

Tee groans as he gives he's thanks for helping him to the couch in such a quick manner.
"Still not used to that..."
He lays back and nods.
"That name sounds familiar.....but it's nice to meet you Terashi..." He then heard Subs dire question and his smile quickly suck into sorrow.
"Well....to put it in short, my position as Spec Ops head for Rocket was compromised." He pointed to his umnow ripped uniform, displaying a now partially burnt R emblem usually given to higher ups.
"It wasn't easy to watch you and your team struggle over the years....but like you told me I knew the risks. Ciphoning Intel to you was like second nature to me but I didn't think I'd slip up....I was careless, let my instincts get the best of me..now the entire team is wanting me dead as you probably saw." He explained while scratching the back of his neck, showing what looked to be like a mark of some kind.

"Having to be apart of Rockets forces had me do some really unforgivable things."