Post by empireoffire on Jan 29, 2022 0:05:11 GMT -5
Let's see... What time is it? He'll be calling just about...
A man in a lab coat approached, communicator in hand. "Sir, phone for you, from you-know-who. He says it's important."
"...Important for the cause, or important to him?"
"He... failed to specify."
A weary sigh. If this turns out to be the usual BS, he'll just put out a notice to let them get sent to voicemail on future non-emergency calls... To be drowned out and forgotten about under the hundreds of other unheard voicemails. "Very well."
The man in the lab coat let the phone hover away from him, and walked off. The button for speakerphone was pushed.
"Hello again, captain."
He was speaking to the man in the other line telepathically from almost halfway across the globe, so he didn't have to give his psychic "voice" the inflection of somebody displeased to be having this conversation. He did it anyway.
"What's the matter, boss?" asked the man on the other side of the line. "Knackered of hearing my voice?"
"For a guy who claims to do no encores, you continue pulling me into the same song and dance each time you call. You request that we should liberate your homeland, I decline, you ramble on with some nationalistic spiel, I'll be sympathetic--"
"*Pretend* to be sympathetic."
"I know you know why we're not entertaining your requests. The enemy's grip on the region is far too firm, it should be most obvious to you of all people WHY it's so firm, and you should be aware that it's not worth the lives and resources to attempt to fight them regardless. Furthermore, the special power they gain from that region can't even leave it, so we're not threatened there any more than anywhere else on the globe."
"Ah, that's the neat part: that has the potential to change very quickly. Now, they may house the greatest, most imminent danger not just to us, but themselves, and the rest of the world."
"Explain, commander."
"Do you remember the second-to-last CEO of Macro Cosmos?"
"The serial killing victim?"
"The one before that one."
"Hmm... I believe his name was Rose? Last I recall, he resigned and vanished about six years ago, not long after the takeover and right before some scandal over violation of work ethics was exposed by dissatisfied workers. Not a remarkable event among big corporations."
"You don't really think he 'only' resigned, do ya?"
"Of course not, but we've never had reason to pursue the subject. Lots of 'mysterious disappearances' occurred in that time period. Why?"
"Well one of my boys came by with an interestin' report. Rose was into some shady business. But first, you knowledgeable 'bout Galar folklore? Specifically... The Darkest Day?"
With the lift of a finger, a hovering book teleported in from the seldom-used library. With a swipe of the finger, the book opened and it's pages quickly turned. Within the span of a second, the book slammed shut, already read front-to-back. "What do you take me for? Of course I am. Eternatus, Zacian and Zamazenta, how it's the reason Dynamaxing is possible to begin with, etc."
"Good. See, 'ccording to my source, Rose's old journal has been discovered. Turns out the good Chairman was actually frightened and maybe more than a little obsessed about an upcoming energy crisis in Galar... well, I say 'upcoming' and 'crisis', but apparently it wouldn't even be relevant for another thousand years or so. Anyway, the point is, the madman decided the best way to resolve this issue was by resurrecting Eternatus with a large collection of Wishing Stars, and enact a second Darkest Day to supply Galar with near-infinite Galar energy and I guess save the day or something. Either his notes were incomplete, or he missed some important steps near the end."
"Pah! If I had all day, I doubt I could finish explaining every flaw and criticism I have on that plan."
"Glad we can agree on it's stupidity. Sadly for us, it looks like Team Nova thinks he was on to something. They seem to be starting their own collection of Wishing Stars, intending to harvest the energy Eternatus gives off for their own ends. Best case scenario, Nova gets a deadly new power source for weapons, fuel, Dynamaxing, use your imagination. Worst and most likely scenario, they lose control of the situation and Galar if not the world falls into ruin."
"...How trustworthy is this source of yours?"
"They're a Nova defector who realized how big the fire they're playing with is. I didn't trust them at first either, but they got legit-looking proof, and if Nova is hunting Wishing Stars, then it lines up with the strange activity we've observed.
Well Mewtwo, what do you say? Care you finally do something about Team Nova trampling all over my home turf?"
"Well Captain, you've certainly brought a convincing argument this time. Issue is, times are particularly turbulent worldwide now, and we do not have much manpower to spare on a campaign to a new region; especially not the Galar region, with Nova's access to Dynamaxing."
"That's fine, boss. Just put me and my gang in there and we'll sort it out. We're not ones for direct assault anyway."
"You won't take no for an answer, will you? Not that this is something we can ignore, either... Very well. I will arrange to put you officially in charge of the operation. You will be supplied with weapons, medicine, etcetera, but we have little in terms of troops we can afford to spare.
I look forward do the results, Captain Piers. Put on a good show for us."
Mewtwo knew Piers was smirking on the other end of the line.
"I hope you're a fan of mosh pits, boss."
Eternal Yell: A Team Nova sidestory RP
Additional information coming soon...
A man in a lab coat approached, communicator in hand. "Sir, phone for you, from you-know-who. He says it's important."
"...Important for the cause, or important to him?"
"He... failed to specify."
A weary sigh. If this turns out to be the usual BS, he'll just put out a notice to let them get sent to voicemail on future non-emergency calls... To be drowned out and forgotten about under the hundreds of other unheard voicemails. "Very well."
The man in the lab coat let the phone hover away from him, and walked off. The button for speakerphone was pushed.
"Hello again, captain."
He was speaking to the man in the other line telepathically from almost halfway across the globe, so he didn't have to give his psychic "voice" the inflection of somebody displeased to be having this conversation. He did it anyway.
"What's the matter, boss?" asked the man on the other side of the line. "Knackered of hearing my voice?"
"For a guy who claims to do no encores, you continue pulling me into the same song and dance each time you call. You request that we should liberate your homeland, I decline, you ramble on with some nationalistic spiel, I'll be sympathetic--"
"*Pretend* to be sympathetic."
"I know you know why we're not entertaining your requests. The enemy's grip on the region is far too firm, it should be most obvious to you of all people WHY it's so firm, and you should be aware that it's not worth the lives and resources to attempt to fight them regardless. Furthermore, the special power they gain from that region can't even leave it, so we're not threatened there any more than anywhere else on the globe."
"Ah, that's the neat part: that has the potential to change very quickly. Now, they may house the greatest, most imminent danger not just to us, but themselves, and the rest of the world."
"Explain, commander."
"Do you remember the second-to-last CEO of Macro Cosmos?"
"The serial killing victim?"
"The one before that one."
"Hmm... I believe his name was Rose? Last I recall, he resigned and vanished about six years ago, not long after the takeover and right before some scandal over violation of work ethics was exposed by dissatisfied workers. Not a remarkable event among big corporations."
"You don't really think he 'only' resigned, do ya?"
"Of course not, but we've never had reason to pursue the subject. Lots of 'mysterious disappearances' occurred in that time period. Why?"
"Well one of my boys came by with an interestin' report. Rose was into some shady business. But first, you knowledgeable 'bout Galar folklore? Specifically... The Darkest Day?"
With the lift of a finger, a hovering book teleported in from the seldom-used library. With a swipe of the finger, the book opened and it's pages quickly turned. Within the span of a second, the book slammed shut, already read front-to-back. "What do you take me for? Of course I am. Eternatus, Zacian and Zamazenta, how it's the reason Dynamaxing is possible to begin with, etc."
"Good. See, 'ccording to my source, Rose's old journal has been discovered. Turns out the good Chairman was actually frightened and maybe more than a little obsessed about an upcoming energy crisis in Galar... well, I say 'upcoming' and 'crisis', but apparently it wouldn't even be relevant for another thousand years or so. Anyway, the point is, the madman decided the best way to resolve this issue was by resurrecting Eternatus with a large collection of Wishing Stars, and enact a second Darkest Day to supply Galar with near-infinite Galar energy and I guess save the day or something. Either his notes were incomplete, or he missed some important steps near the end."
"Pah! If I had all day, I doubt I could finish explaining every flaw and criticism I have on that plan."
"Glad we can agree on it's stupidity. Sadly for us, it looks like Team Nova thinks he was on to something. They seem to be starting their own collection of Wishing Stars, intending to harvest the energy Eternatus gives off for their own ends. Best case scenario, Nova gets a deadly new power source for weapons, fuel, Dynamaxing, use your imagination. Worst and most likely scenario, they lose control of the situation and Galar if not the world falls into ruin."
"...How trustworthy is this source of yours?"
"They're a Nova defector who realized how big the fire they're playing with is. I didn't trust them at first either, but they got legit-looking proof, and if Nova is hunting Wishing Stars, then it lines up with the strange activity we've observed.
Well Mewtwo, what do you say? Care you finally do something about Team Nova trampling all over my home turf?"
"Well Captain, you've certainly brought a convincing argument this time. Issue is, times are particularly turbulent worldwide now, and we do not have much manpower to spare on a campaign to a new region; especially not the Galar region, with Nova's access to Dynamaxing."
"That's fine, boss. Just put me and my gang in there and we'll sort it out. We're not ones for direct assault anyway."
"You won't take no for an answer, will you? Not that this is something we can ignore, either... Very well. I will arrange to put you officially in charge of the operation. You will be supplied with weapons, medicine, etcetera, but we have little in terms of troops we can afford to spare.
I look forward do the results, Captain Piers. Put on a good show for us."
Mewtwo knew Piers was smirking on the other end of the line.
"I hope you're a fan of mosh pits, boss."
Eternal Yell: A Team Nova sidestory RP
Additional information coming soon...
