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It began with a whisper. The whispers spread. They grew. Soon they became louder and louder until... they cheered. One phrase dominated all the regions. Through every city, every town, every nation. From Kanto to Kalos. From Orre to Paldea. All the cities of Galar and all the villages of Alola. Everywhere, there was one cheer.
"The Warlord is gone!"
"The Warlord is gone!"
"The Warlord is gone!"
Everywhere, except one place. It was a forest, crawling with the smallest bug types, to the largest flying types. Sneaking through, were six people. Every one of the them wore a black jumpsuit. Scattered across these suits were patterns of stars and galaxies, as if each person was a living universe. A living cosmos. In the centre of their outfits, the letter C, written in pearl white. They weren't cheering because they needed to be quiet. They couldn't be seen.
After a few minutes of trekking, they emerged from the forest. In front of them was a majestic building with columns of marble and brick red walls. Etched into the stone gateway were the words:
Indigo Plateau
The building was grand, but that's not they were focusing on. They needed to get in. Not the main hall. They needed to get underneath. One of the six people drew out a black and yellow orb from their belt. He rolled it onto the floor, and it burst into a bright blue light. Some might think it was mystical, even extra-terrestrial. It wasn't, but it was the closest thing there was. A large, mole-like creature, with a dark brown body and diagonal red splotches materialized in the light. The man who had released it pointed down below their feet.
"Excadrill, we need to get in. Do your thing".
The Excadrill grunted and closed its drill like claws over its head. Its body become rigid as it floated into the air. The claws point down at it started to spin, like an overcharged ceiling fan. Without warning, it slammed down into the floor, slicing through the ground like a knife through hot butter. The lead man signaled down towards the hole as each person jumped in after the Excadrill. Soon the Excadrill broke through, followed by each man, one by one. They emerged out of a wall into a large corridor. Every part of it was in pristine condition, marble walls and all, other than the hole they had emerged from. The lead man turned around to the rest of his group.
"Alright everyone. We know where he is being kept. Let's get a piece and go. We can't draw attention to ourselves."
Each person nodded. They navigated through the hallways, each seeming like another dead end in this pearl white labyrinth, before eventually finding the room. The Private Archives. They waited outside, hidden behind different objects and columns until someone walked in. Three men, each wearing a high-tech bodysuit, were holding a conversation. Something about type advantages. Completely irrelevant. What they needed were for these guys give up their key cards. Now was the time to strike.
One of the agents snuck up behind the three men and lunged forwards. They struck him right in the back of the head as the other two men turned around.
"Hey! How did you get in here?!"
The agent did not respond. Instead, he threw out a singular Pokémon. A Lunatone. It released a ray of Hypnosis energy. Before they could utter their next word, they both fell to the ground. The agent checked their key cards.
Vulgo Maken: Level: 5
Not enough. They needed at least an 8.
Ogganal Dallari: Level 4
No. Next.
Nox Crew: Level 9
Jackpot.
Chapter Notes
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