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Aile dusted herself off and looked around at the others while she stood, recalling Sarlaac to her Pokéball and grabbing the staff out of the air before following the others. She tilted her head as she caught up to the others at the hut, the man’s reaction reminding her of Kalos a little as well. Though, the times she had seen it was more venomous, than that, but along the same lines. She remained quiet as Freth explained where they probably were, tilting her head in confusion. “Wait, so in addition to us winding up in a different reality, we jumped through time as well? For the love of…” She pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand, sighing loud. “What’s become of my life,” she murmured quietly to herself. “We’ve gone from fighting a Shadow Virus to now being lost in space and time. Almost makes me wish I was back in the Orre Desert. At least my head wouldn’t be spinning trying to come to terms of what the hell this Ultra Wormhole reality jumping crap means.”

The woman shook her head as she turned her thoughts and attention to what everyone else was saying after Freth returned from scouting. Mostly it seemed to settle on the full human half of the team going into the village or town or whatever it was there, and the hybrids staying outside. And then Beau’s suggestion of shock and awe. “Beau, if this is that far in the past, if we go your version of shock and awe, we’re likely to destroy the place,” she’d comment, raising her voice just enough to be heard. “Probably most everything’s made out of wood, I would assume. And I’d rather not have our group screw with history that badly. Anyways, I guess I don’t really care too much where I’d fall with the groups, I suppose.” Aile shrugged, zipping up her jacket. “I don’t exactly like the idea of dealing with people, but, at the same time… Yeah, I understand if you need me there.” She sighed again, staring at her staff. She was going to have to deal with people, wasn’t she?

Deo would look around at this new area, and hearing what Freth was saying in some sort of outlandish tongue. He would see that this world is full of wildlife and full of clean air. Deo was surprised to find that there is no form of civilization whatsoever. 'Maybe I can be helpful in this situation' he would think to himself in a pondered look.

Well, if anyone was expecting things to get worse for the Snagems they most certainly would as Darts took it upon himself to present himself to the primitives that made this place home. Sub could do little more than stare, eyes wide and mouth agape over the fact that Darts simply walked up to these people, the same group of people mister hybrid freak out in the hut was a part of. The first thing on Sub’s mind was their location, modern day Sinnoh, and a people who apparently either never seen hybrids or fear them and now they are being presented with a hybrid of perhaps the most infamous legendary Pokemon in all of Sinnoh. All he could do is hope they weren’t familiar with Giratina and it wouldn’t be all that bad of a reaction, at least salvageable.

“Sinnoh save us! It’s the renegade!” One of the guards shouted, the color rapidly leaving his face. “By Lord Wyrdeer’s beard! Sound the alarm! Evil is here!” Another shouted. The next thing they knew a large metal bell was being rung frantically and the beat of drums rang out, neither of them with a beat and both being played chaotically. The guards would run into the inside of the gate and the wooden door would be pushed shut. Darts would then find himself staring up at a row of guardsmen atop the battlements, each armed with a bow. Without daily they would begin to unleash a volley of arrows in Darts’ direction, routinely letting out cries declaring Darts to be a ‘demon’ or ‘monster’, asking ‘Sinnoh’ for help and mercy, as well as laminating that it was the end times. It was obvious these people feared Darts greatly, or rather feared Giratina, knowing just barely enough about the Renegade Pokemon to mistake Darts for it himself.

Sub winced as he witnessed this and quickly started to think of a plan, if this place was one of the few civilizations in this land they needed access to it if they were to survive and figure out a way back home. “Freth, take the hybrids around the village and find a suitable campsite, we’ll meet up after.” Sub instructed Freth before running up towards Darts and the village, running to the side out of range of the arrows and waving his arms around frantically, doing his best to look and act hysterical, even managed to shed a tear. “Sinnoh save us! This monster is trying to spirit us away!” Sub cried out as he approached the village, giving Darts a brief look, gesturing his head to go away. Getting up to the gate he fell to his knees and began to beat on it with his fist. “Please! Let us in! Oh dear Sinnoh please!” He cried out, expecting the other human Snagems to follow him.

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Darts and the other hybrids would manage to escape, led by Freth through the hillside and onto the other side of the village, just a ways away from the eastern exit of the settlement. Here they would find themselves in a regional location currently called the ‘Obsidian Fieldlands’, though those who were familiar with modern day Sinnoh might consider this to just be another part of Jubilife City, the settlement expanding over time with Route 202 dead ahead and Route 203 to their west. Closer to the village there was some sort of campsite, though it would be best to hang back away from it. This exact location they were was called “Aspiration Hill’ in these times, the hilly landscape dotted with many trees, a river at the bottom of the hills. Starly stared at the Snagems from the tree tops and Bidoof would creep up closer and closer to them, the Plump Mouse Pokemon showing interest in them for a bit before scurrying away. There was nothing but wilderness here and yet they were expected to make camp. Easier said than done when you have nothing.

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Back at Jubilife Village the Snagems would be allowed inside, the guards escorting them into the village and guiding them through the village, Sub noting a sign informing the reader that this road was ‘Canala Avenue’. ”Like Canalave?” Sub thought to himself. Soon enough they made it to the front of the largest building in the entire place, the guards stopping here and gesturing to the door. “This is Galaxy Hall. All newcomers are to be accessed by the commander. Head inside and be on your best behavior, or else.” One of the guards informed them, Sub getting an uneasy feeling over that last comment. Was that a threat? Shrugging it off he headed towards the front door, taking note of the symbol high above him on the outside of the building. At first the name of the building didn’t stir a reaction in him, it was until he saw the symbol marking it that something was stirred in his mind. ”Team Galactic?” He thought to himself. Now he was very uneasy. Expecting the others to follow Sub would entire the building.

There was darkness at first, but then a flash of light that threatened to blind her despite the fact that her eyes were closed. Holding her wrist to the bridge of her nose, the Lopunny hybrid opened her eyes to find... well, nothing she recognized anyway. The skies were bright and blue, the grass was green and... well, vast. Keiko had found herself in a seemingly endless plains were it not for the rivers and hills breaking it up.

Realizing she had no idea where she was, Keiko started looking around frantically, but couldn't find anything or anyone she recognized. "Hello?" she asked out loud, hoping somebody would hear her. But it's just as she'd given up hope of being anything other than alone in a strange land that she recognized some figures in the distance. Suddenly finding herself with a ray of hope, she Agility rushed to the group and almost slammed straight into Darts as a result, but was fortunately able to catch herself and course correct to the side before bringing herself to a full stop instead of colliding with the Giratina hybrid.

Now that she was right next to him. Keiko recognized Darts from the last time they'd met, which didn't last very long, but at the very least, she knew he was a Snagem."Sorry, I got a little carried away," she apologized, a bit woozy from the sudden stop. Breathing heavily, she looked down and focused on catching her breath before she looked up at Darts. "What's going on? Where are we?" she asked, and only then did the memory of going to help the Team during their fight with a strange Pokemon, arriving at the last minute, and getting sucked into some kind of portal appear in her mind. Her limited involvement in the situation left her with no real answer to the questions she asked Darts, however, so she looked up at him, hoping he could fill her in.

Freth perked up, quickly turning away from Sub to see the commotion that was starting to transpire. Darts was ruining everything faster than what one could imagine. Any hope from trying to at the very least getting help from the village is now perhaps permanently compromised because the 'demon dragon' just had to go on ahead. "Didn't I literally just get out-"

"I'm still questioning how does this whole lot actually survive at times."

"Sometimes, I have to admit, its just unfiltered, pure, concentrated luck." she'd replied back. Listening to Sub's command, Freth sighed out, then looked back towards the others. "Alright, fine, fine. Everyone, let's go."

As they made their way out of the village, Freth shook her head, realizing something. "I was under the assumption the way you were talking before coming on this trip that everything ran at generally the same pace. Because why would 4000 worlds, as you so claimed, fall to Blizzard like they do?"

"I never said they did." the hunter stated. "If you're about to bring up Monique's issue, I didn't say exactly that I didn't believe that she came from another time from another reality. What I couldn't bring myself to believe is how she ended up becoming a Zoroark hybrid at some point in transit or perhaps arriving to our reality, and worse, how you were able to briefly see events transpire in that one specific reality that she came from, let alone so vividly and then came back when it was so convenient. That's the part I can't believe. It flies well beyond the realm of impossibility and that's not something I have said in a very, very long time because of what I have seen and dealt with going through Ultra Space, or others for that matter."

"But you stated yourself you have been through my memories once or twice right, you'd know I wasn't lying then. You'd seen it yourself at one point." Freth said.

"Its funny you bring that up. I don't know why, but for some reason there is...I can only describe it as some sort of weird...mass, I guess, in here."

"...a mass." Freth replied, rather deadpan. "Well, isn't that convenient? That's my memories you're going through, it isn't a cancer." she then silently snapped.

"I'm not lying to you. It was like someone melted a marshmello and threw glitter on it after the fact, and each sparkle was some sort of fragment of one particular nano second of whatever the heck you saw leaving anyone else looking at it having nothing but questions and no answers. I can go back to look, but I distinctly recall looking through what you have been through and, if what you are saying is true, I'm going to assume that this mass', for lack of a better term, is where what you supposedly saw in this alternate reality. Either that or you do have a cancer."

"Shut up..." Freth growled out.

"Its ultra space cancer." the hunter then teased out.

"Shut up..."

"Oh how do you know, ultra space is weird like that, just like Crystal said, right?" still relatively sing-songy to her.

"Shut up, or do you prefer to die out in the middle of no where?" Freth then growled out once more.

Leading everyone else around the village went relatively fine, but for everything to work out, they'd have to get some distance from the village. Where exactly was a whole other matter. As Freth was inquired as to how could someone help out or what they could do, she wouldn't say anything at first, having to put her experiences into overdrive as to how to make it through. She and the team that got taken onto this trip now had to go on full survival mode. They didn't have any thing like camping equipment or tools of any kind to make this trip easier; they were literally caught unprepared. The most anyone would probably have was some various supplies for their own Pokemon since most missions in Snagem are generally short term. Long term stuff usually would come with preparation, but this was not the case unfortunately.

If nothing else, first order of business, it was the matter of finding a sustainable food source, one that could handle roughly a dozen people, some of which being hybrids themselves, and their respective Pokemon. It might be enticing to go raze a berry tree, but it was only going to work on the super short term, especially with so many mouths to feed; but not only not every berry is edible, everyone would need protein in some way. They'd need meat. A water source was also needed, preferably running water, like from a stream. Still waters tend to be stagnant and at times undrinkable because of the elements around it. Or in it. Even if they found a place, they'd still need to boil the water somehow. The team could make a fire easily, but they have nothing to actually boil the water in. All the while, shelter would be priority number three. The team would need to macguyver up something to put over their heads and at the same time have something to not have the local fauna be enticed to come after. Last thing they needed was to be attacked by any sort of wild Pokemon constantly.

Speaking of the Snagems, Freth had a realization about something. She wasn't sure about how they'd handle the situation at hand. Being literally ripped out of civilization was going to be jarring and she wasn't sure if anyone was suited to take care of themselves or others in this situation. As far as the hybrids were concerned, the need for tools might be circumvented some with their own hybrid abilities; unfortunately, that she can recall, three of the hybrids, herself being one of them, has no idea what they were capable of. Using whatever hybrid prowess she and they had was not going to happen right now. The others however probably had some proficiency with their hybrid abilities, but would they be of any use? Freth wasn't sure. Then there was the Pokemon themselves to take into consideration.

They would have to assume that push came to shove, they were here for the long haul, much to anyone's chagrin, let alone to their own. If they had any hope to survive this, they had to work together and start trying to claim a bit of civilization themselves. Freth checked the sun once more then took a look off into the distance to get a read on Mt. Coronet. As far as what she could tell, there was plenty of daylight remaining, so best make the most of it. "Alright, lets see here, let's set up camp a short ways near the river down that way. We're going to need to get a good enough clearing, then start looking for food. The sooner the better."

Seeing that Darts was being attacked on sight, this made Deo's already fear of being called a monster even worse. He was not hesitant at all to follow Freth's command and seek a place to gather for right now. Hopefully nothing can go wrong right now....growl (oh no, dinner time already?!)

Beau had been watching stupefied as Darts simply began walking in a daze towards the main gate of an ancient town full of people liable to fear. Was....was this real? Were they just letting this happen? And was it gonna work? As a deflected arrow that had impacted Darts' crest twirled past, Beau reached the conclusion of hell no. Well, at least this part was going as expected. Taking off before Sub even gave the command, the Vivillon hybrid would soon find himself on the hill.

As the rest of the hybrids began to filter in, Beau was already taking stock of what they cpuld all do for survival things. Slightly harder than anticipated since he could only really determine things in terms of Bug things but it was at least something. And they had a few Heracross types for heavy lifting, some Leavanny types for norr precision cutting, himself, Larrimore, and.....whatever the hell Freth did. Well, that at least was something. Now all someone needed to do was organize them and they could make a good attempt at making a shelter. And Freth was offering....a location and no other direction. Well, surely an older member likes Darts could give...a vaguely meek stare towards Freth.

No one was going to give more pointed directions?

Did any of them actually know anything on wilderness survival?

And as that sobering thought sank into Beauregard's chest, a heavy sigh slipped out. Why was he about to do this? He hated leading and listening. Half of his life had been dictated off of rebeling against the commune trying to stick him in a box and now he was cross over the fact no one was doing similar in this situation? Why not just let everyone sort themselves out and he'd just get himself a perch up a tree for the night like when him and Larrimore went on theor own adventure? But that was the rub. That sort of self-centered, only take optimal results for yourself regardless of effect on others train of thought was what made him and Larry split, what led to that damn sword becoming a Cramorant around his neck.

Unfortunately, the need for survival was trumping Beau's more anarchist tendencies. "Alright. We get to that clearing, most everyone should scatter for scouting and food scavenging. Freth, I want you specifically to take a look in the area towards that campsite. See if it can tell us anything about what foods we might accidentally overlook or even what that outpost is for. The rest of you, avoid that area. No need to oversaturate the place when one onlooker will do." Beauregard explained, nodding along as he passed over each hybrid before stopping at Larrimore. "Larrimore, you're on deforestation. Get us some materials cut down for us to build shelter. Don't haul it back immediately though. Just focus on the cutting. The physically stronger hybrids like Darts and Deo or stronger Pokemon can bring them back. Just save your energy for cutting. Once we have enough materials and some of the scavengers are back, they can start trussing together shelters."

Feeling a hair self-conscious as the adrenaline from his outburst subsided, Beau added, "If you got some abilities you'd feel are better utilized doing other things, go ahead with those because I dont know everything about everyone. I just know Larrimore would be the best woodcutter, Darts and Deo are our likely strongest, Freth likely has the best eyesight, Monique and Keiko have good noses and the most built-in tools like claws for construction, and I....really wish I had something else to contribute but unfortunately..." As he trailed off, Beau would reluctantly reach to the top of his left wrist and pull out a strand of threads as thick as the hybrid's thumb, "I get to be the resident knotsmith. And gardener if we end up spending that much time here." Giving a few shakes of his arm as the thread snapped off at his wrist, Beau would mutter to himself, "Used to be easier when I was a kid. Stuff practically sent itself out."

Wren's eyes went wide as the guards began to panic and in extremely short order, he felt more than saw an arrow whiz just past his head, as if the guards didn't even see him. As the arrows began to rain down faster, he realized they actually hadn't. They were so focused on Darts and lost in fear, they had gone completely blind to his presence. His expression immediately showed the fear one should rightfully be feeling when presented with an arrow raid and no experience surviving such things.

When Sub's faux panic began, his focus was momentarily drawn to the Dark-type specialist before he felt a hard shove in his back, sending him careening forward in an odd pattern that somehow managed to avoid every arrow that came near him. Except for one.

As Wren crashed into the ground near Sub, he would let out an agonized scream, rolling over and looking down to find an arrow sticking out of his left leg, about 7 inches below his knee. When the hybrids all ran off following Darts' false threats, the Channeler was still lying on the ground, groaning and trying his best to contain the continued screams of agony that tried to rip their way out of his voice box. Thankfully, he was able to reach a fallen branch nearby on his own and used it to help him stand and follow the others with his good leg. While he could move, he was going to be slow at least until that arrow was removed. Along the main road, he observed the goings on of many of the villagers, spotted a small plot of farmland that looked like it had room to grow on one side, between the small shacks, and a smaller road bordering what looked to be a stable and land for farm animals behind the ones on the other side.

Upon hobbling across the small stream that ran through the village thanks to the bridges, he'd find the others beginning to take notice of the large building and it's logo. Not familiar enough with Team Galactic to recognize a seemingly out of style logo for them, he simply groaned as he rested his weight on his good leg. "I think... I need a doctor..."