As the female Meowstic descended on the hull, she was immediately stared at by the pokémon down there. The Electrode in particular turned around and looked at her with a frowned expression, thinking on whether he should do his job and just explode on this stranger. But once the cat started reaching to them and offering help, the ball pokémon simply turned around with a grin.
Most of the pokemon in there didn't actualy know the details, as they weren't used. But the Magnemites, and the Magneton on the front, were used. They let the psychic cat know that the ship was attacked by a flying machine and how they repelled the convencional weapons, until they were threatened with an energy weapon. Then, a Magnezone left the boat, and they haven't received anymore more commands from their master since, and went on standby until someone showed up to open the hatches.
On the upper floor - "Ok,
now we're moving." - Rick finaly set the ship sailing. He never piloted a boat, but he figured it shouldn't be too hard, especialy in open sea where there's nothing to bump at. He would need to handle the docking, eventualy, but he would think about that at the right moment. And then his eyes widened as he heard a thud on the stern. "I'm not even in reverse..." He muttered to himself, before peeking out of the cabin. He looked up as he saw Pearl flying by, then looked down to see a soaked man in a black uniform, lying on the floor on his belly. "This is not my day..." The man whimpered.
Rick rolled his eyes and sighed. "Ugh... human trash. This is probably what they're refering to when they talk about ocean polution." He said, as he walked towards the man, arms crossed. The grunt raised his head. "What are you talking about?" He then looked up at Rick, and his eyes widened. "You!" He shouted, as he started crawling backwards and away from Rick... towards Evilane's feet. He then turned his head at the woman, and immediately started crawling away from her, too. For a moment, Rick just looked on an enjoyed the scene. But like everything, it got old pretty quickly. "Wrap him up!" He shouted. Pearl darted from the air and quickly coiled arround the grunt.
"We're gonna make you some questions, and we would like to hear some answers. It's kinda like those quiz shows, really. The goal is to make sure we like what we hear, otherwise, you get punished. Sounds simple enough?" Rick told him. The grunt gritted his teeth. "I'll tell you nothing!" He said, before getting squeezed by Pearl. Rick sighed, rolling his eyes. "Wow! We're not even in the first question and you're already lying." He said, rubbing his face. "But at least now you know what kind of punishment you get. And this is just the first level."
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Meanwhile, in Vermillion, Iris has been minding her own business, casualy walking around, looking for the little patches of grass she could munch on. Which was pretty hard to do, given the commotion around a little Squirtle thief that had been stealing random items, most of which would be of questionable utility for a pokémon. Unless this was someone else's pokémon, but if the turtle's pokespeach was anything to believed, it didn't seem like it had a trainer. And if it did, well... it wouldn't be good type of person.
For a while, the mare tried to ignore it. "
Tried" was the key word here, as the turtle's squirming and complaints were starting to get really obnoxious. At some point she decided she has had enough. She turned around and walked towards Amelia, her head raised high and her eyes shut out of annoyance. She stoped in front of Amelia and stared down at the Squirtle briefly, before grunting «
I'll handle this my way». She grabbed the Squirtle by the tail, walked to the nearest trash bin, and deposited the annoying turtle in it. She then turned around and snorted «
Better», before going back to what she was doing.
