Ray arrived at his destination and saw Levan standing there pensively with his arms crossed. Behind him was a squadron of nearly 200 team rocket members leaning on trees, sitting in the grass, and idly conversing amongst themselves to pass the time.
Levan noticed Ray's arrival and turned towards his troops:
"ATTENTION!" he shouted in a commanding tone. "My brother, Ray, has arrived; those of you who I said would be under his command for this operation, make your way over to him immediately." The large group began to stir and a smaller squadron of about 80 people congregated in front of Ray.
"Well," Levan nudged his brother. "Say something to rile 'em up."
Ray looked at his brother with a fed-up, and disappointed kind of expression, as if to tell him 'I'm not a rocket admin anymore, and I don't want to be...' but Levan just responded with an arrogant sneer. Ray sighed, realizing that if he wanted these people to obey him, he was going to have to act like his brother... Ray took a deep breath and began to speak:
"Alright, listen up! Some of you may be wondering: what's the purpose of this operation? why are we going to such great lengths to take down Tempest? Is it for the common good? and if so, since when was team rocket a charitable organization? Well, I'm here to reassure you that NONE of this is the case!
Now, don't get me wrong, our cause is still a noble one - but like any truly noble cause, it serves only those who are
deserving! Are we doing this for the multi-million-dollar cooperations that, in their insatiable greed, keep us perpetually oppressed? NO! Let them burn in the siege! Are we doing this for the millions of people that everyday shun us, look down upon us, and thus ensure our continued isolation from society? NO! Let them flee in fear!
Then who are we doing this for, you may ask? The answer should be obvious: we're doing this for OURSELVES! The only people who are truly deserving! For despite all the hardships we face - hardships greater than others can even fathom - we've managed to make our way in this corrupt world; we've managed to carve a niche in a world designed to be uncarvable to us! And now, Tempest comes along and threatens this system that we've painstakingly learned to exploit? Threatens to destroy that carved trophy, emblematic of our strength? I won't have it! Let them perish under the very strength that, dually, qualified us for this award when it forcefully inscribed our insignia upon it!
And with regards to those undeserving corporates and civilians that may peripherally benefit from our actions: if they don't burn, if they don't flee, it's actually to our benefit - for once this is all over, we'll have vaults to rob and pockets to pick!"
The crowd before Ray erupted into a spirited fit of shouting and applause.
Levan patted him on the back.
"It's good to have you back Ray. You can still make one hell of a speech."
Ray glared at him in response. He was starting to get a sense of Levan's motivations for helping him...
"I'm not sticking around after this, y'know. I don't believe a word of what I just said."
"Hmph" Levan walked away, with a slight smirk on his face, and began to address his own troops.
Ray narrowed his eyes at him, before commencing the march on the north gate of Lumiose City...