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Henrietta was on the outside of the vortex of the Fire Spin and Melty didn't give enough time for the shifting winds to do much. Melty had been moving, disputing Smog since he dodged Spike, twisting his body in an arc around it.

When the Twister formed and fired it was non-consequential, because the gas hit the fire.

Henrietta could only watch from the outside as the vortexes carried everything up, but not before torching anything that was still inside of it. Unless Celt had a split second escape plan, he'd be caught in the newly fashioned Inferno. The same went for Spike and Chen Zhen.

The flames carried up to the sky, a pillar of fire that stretched above the stadium, for those in the distance to see.

"No! Melty!" Even if he cared about her, Melty didn't care about the other Pokemon trapped inside. About human life. To him, these were simply beings within his blast range - a very dangerous mistake to make.

The Fire Spin would remain active, even as the Inferno disappeared. Stable and funneling, powered by Flash Fire, evolution and six calm minds, a high of power that had given birth to this newfound power. But any air inside of it would be gone entirely.

Henrietta could only sit and watch and wait for the results.

Big Stadium: Exterior, East Exit

"Them, I reckon," McCoy said as he gestured to the pillar of fire.

Nicole had seen it too. That wasn't one of Celt's, she thought. "Celt, come in." She said using her ear piece.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

Celt, come in.

The Tall Man looked over at Pachi. "If the kids gone, want me to go hold the line?"

Big Stadium: Exterior, East Exit

Steven complied by lowering his weapon, albeit not holstering it, preferring to keep it at the ready should anything happen. as his hands relaxed at there sides the trained officer felt his hand brush against one too many pokeballs on his belt.

One belonging to him, the other to his now deceased partner. he felt a sharp pain in his gut, any fear he felt when aiming down the terrorist was gone. He remembered why he took this job, it was because he cant stand people who think laws and rules don't apply to them. The kind of people who do what ever they want just cause they think they have a just cause.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Dosnt look like things are going to well for over there."

'Give em' hell kid' his thoughts going to a Silver haired youth he met roughly 30 minutes ago. Originally he came out to the big stadium to back the kids up, and since his late partner wouldn't have let him live it down if he let a kid go off into danger on his own. Turns out fate had other plans for him.

Big Stadium: Exterior, South Exit

Tk Shrugged, "Its never happened before, but i have a feeling the draw back's not too much worse then me just releasing the Aura sustaining it manually." the youth spoke fast, if Sal had a plan they had to act, like now. that or watch as there Pokemon were burnt to a crisp.

"Why, whats your plan?" Not that it mattered cause not a second after the question passed his lips a Second Tk was standing next to the original, looking just as determined as the other.

((Waiting on Mars~))

Big Stadium: South Exit

Before Earthquake could mete out its destruction, the turf between Celt and the crew exploded, breaking apart with a crater of dust and rubble. They fell from the sky, a blur, and collided with the ground at such force that it was reduced to a flower of concrete, grass and asphalt.

Dirt hung in the air like a cloud, but was thin enough to see Wayne standing up from the middle of the shallow crater. He looked at his hands, balled his fingers and grinned. "Sweet, we're not dead!"

Ronin the Hitmonlee stood at his trainer's front and folded his arms, eyes closed. It'd take a bigger drop than that to overcome his strong legs; though it helped that Eukarya's Telekinesis cushioned the fall. Quillan's Earthquake shook the ground beneath their feet and Wayne dropped his arms to his sides and tilted his head.

"Take care of that, will you?" he said, and before the Earthquake's tremors could really set in, the Hitmonlee kicked the ground at a slant, launching a counter-quake. Shockwave met shockwave and the earth swelled upwards into a spout. The shaking ceased behind the wall of crushed up ground, protecting Ronin, Wayne and the rest of the crew from Quillan's Earthquake attack.

Wayne looked up at Celt and blinked. Half-laughing, he said: "Whoa, he looks pissed. Seriously, like, someone stole his bike? I know I'd be mad if someone did that to me. Well, if I had a bike." He turned back to the crew, "Have you seen how expensive those things are? I swear they're like a million-- oh yeah. Guys," Wayne pointed to the stadium, "we've got a situation in there."

While Wayne made his entrance, there was another party bearing witness, ready to act at a moment's notice. Unless Celt had psychic powers, turned around or spotted the reflection in one of the stadium windows to his side, he'd be unlikely to notice Eukarya the Duosion floating in the air up and above his team and him.

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The Bullet: Bridge

"Hey, Roy...? Commander."

Oz watched Roy closely. He was back in business, taking command now that the stadium was under attack. They knew who their enemies were and had an idea of the powers they possessed. It wasn't going to be easy, especially not with their heaviest hitters on assignment.

He could see it in his eyes. Roy was normally a quiet man, not someone you'd expect to see in a leadership role. But he was also calm and dependable when it counted, at least that's what Oz thought deep down. It was the look he had though, the one that told him he wanted out of this. Wanted to follow orders instead of give them. People's lives were at stake here. Houseman would know what to do.

It was the doubt people had to face when making a difficult choice. It could make or break; everything he did now meant life and death for so many people. Families. When the challenge came, you had two options: you either gave up and died, or you scaled it no matter what.

Roy's breathing was shallow. He leant on the railing of his command station, overlooking the bridge. People hard at work, shouting information back and forth, trying to build up an image of what was going on when their eyes had been stabbed out. People down there were in danger, kids were putting their lives on the line. Christ. Now there wasn't any choice. None at all.

His brow sunk into squinted eyes, and Commander Roy Hunter let loose a growl. "Begin."

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Big Stadium - The Sky

They had their orders. The transports looked like large black vans without any wheels, floating in the sky using an anti-gravity engine. Swarming out of The Bullet, the transports flew over Nimbasa, circling the stadium. They had been here for minutes, surveying the situation, awaiting the word go.

Now it was here. Lacking radio chatter, they had to stand by until the Bullet launched out a flare big enough to drown out the sky. Soldiers clad in black masks, wearing layers of protective armour, donned their visors and threw out their ropes. The flare detonated, and would temporarily blind anyone in the stadium who looked right up. Light lingered on the air as the chemicals burned up, and six per the dozen transports in position above the stadium would fastrope down.

Zipping from aircraft to stadium roof, invisible to enemy attack thanks to the flare, the world government troops took their position. They lined up on the circular canopy overlooking the stadium field, standing at even spaces, silent, like black-clad sentinels. By the time the flare faded, the soldiers were in position, each one infused with Aura, given the strength of ten men and trained to world class skill.

And again they waited. Watching for the FLF's next move, for once they acted, the World Government could begin its counterattack in earnest.

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Big Stadium: Concert Stage

He clapped. Gloved hands muffled the sound but he clapped and clapped and clapped like it was an amusing show. Boots struck the stage deck, echoing in the silent stadium. The girl idol was submissive and the crowd that ought to be panicking held like death. His long white coat trailed at his heel as he passed his hostage, hovering on the edge of the stage, microphone idle in its stand.

Arms spread wide and low, a wide smile on his lips. He looked to be in his thirties but had the deeply cut wrinkles of a man decades his senior. He had only one ice-blue eye, his left a cloudy white; the laughter lines were hidden by a wide, jagged scar like someone took out a chunk of flesh then tried to stick it back. And his hair so blond it gleamed beneath the dying government flare, short, stylish.

Another wrinkle deepened as he drew the corner of his mouth into a smile, the flare fading away and the ring of soldiers on the edge of the stadium canopy finally came into view. He dropped his arms, allowing quick, hope-filled murmurs to ricochet through the crowd before the weapon clicking of his followers silenced them.

Yes, his followers.

"I lead the Freedom Liberation Force," he said, coarse voice magnified immensely by the microphone. "My name is not important. My face changes day by day. The world is watching, and may it judge us fairly. Not as terrorists, but as revolutionaries!"

He threw his fist in front of his face, fingers squeaking on the black leather. The Leader swallowed, and threw his hand away, keeping up the smile.

"First, I apologise for any discomfort you may be feeling. But look around and you'll see that none of you have come to harm. How long your good fortune may carry you, I cannot promise, not now that our friends the World Government have arrived." He looked wide around the lip of the canopy, at the dozens of highly trained soldiers who waited on their order, who put the FLF's numbers up against their own and saw that they won.

"It's a shame we have to meet this way, but I'm afraid that with any other, we would've been shut down before our voice could be heard. Free speech is something that does not exist in this world. They would rather--"

The Leader hit the stage hard, like a puppet with cut strings, and the gunshot echo scraped across the sky. Someone screamed, people began to panic. More weapons clicked. Silence.

Jennifer breathed sharply, standing on the opposite end of the stadium canopy to the concert stage, holding her handgun at arm's length. Her eye and patch were just viewable through her visor, tears mixed in with sweat. It was an impossible shot for a normal person. Her bullet hit between the Leader's eyes.

She swung her arm back down, stuffing her gun back in its holster. She had to shoot him. She had to.

He twitched, and Jennifer sucked in air. Then his arm flailed until his palm found the stage, and life flowed back into his body. The puppet had a single string left, and was being dragged back into play. The Leader climbed to his feet, hunched for a moment, then stood back tall.

"They would rather shoot a man than let him speak his mind," he said, wiping away the trail of blood from his face, the bullet wound vanishing as his flesh mended. There was a hollow clink as the bullet pushed out the back of his head and landed at his feet. By the time the bullet hit the floor, the exit wound was gone. And now people truly were silent. Not because of the FLF, or because of fear. They didn't make a noise because a dead man was talking.

"The government would have you believe that they protect you, that harsh punishment is justice for stepping out of line, for being human. For seven hundred years, mankind has been crushed, its spirit squandered and almost destroyed. We serve our masters and for what? For fear of our families being butchered in their sleep. The threat of torture and death. Empty spaces in picture frames, the memories of our wives, husbands and children torn from our minds by their psychic rape."

He picked up the mic stand, taking the whole thing along with him as he paced left to right. "I say no more. No. More. We will not stand for this. Mankind will no longer live under their rule. This is not life, it's nothing more than a broken imitation! We can seize back what it is to be human. We can liberate our freedom, our humanity, from our oppressors. Because if we don't--"

He dropped the mic stand. It bounced, spearing the stadium with feedback. The Leader looked blankly across the field, shaking his head, transfixed. "--Then we're already dead."

A red flare soared above the stadium, and the government soldiers descended.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

Pachi tapped at her earpiece, sitting back in her chair while the WG soldiers began to come down. "Open up."

Big Stadium: West Exit

"Open up."

Odin's previously grey hair was now a deep crimson, soaked with blood. Actually, most of his body was soaked in blood. Fortunately for him, he knew how to easily remove those stains from his clothes. And in another bout of fortune, none of the blood was his own.

As he quietly wiped some more blood off of his swords with a shirt torn off of one of the cops, he looked around the lawn. Each and every police officer was dead on the floor, sliced in different brutal ways.

He took out his earpiece, wiping off some excess blood before putting it back in and dropping the rag to the floor. "Roger," he responded as he went over to the exit door. With one swipe of his blade, the lock was split in two.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

As soon as people noticed the Western Exit door creak open, they immediately rushed towards it all at once. They screamed and shoved, all trying to escape from the same door. Pachi knew Celt hadn't received the order, but hopefully Nicole would open her door in a moment as well.

The mass of people moved like a wave in the ocean. But while most of them were running to leave, some began to take out weapons and pokeballs from their bags: The FLF had planted soldiers of their own into the audience, and as soon as they saw the WG soldiers, they attacked.

Pachi stood up from her chair slowly, then looked down at Helena. "Thanks for the company," she muttered before walking over to the leader's side while soldiers started coming up the stage, running to get past The Tall Man with their electric batons, knives and pistols.

A purple line of light appeared next to the man, which opened up into another door sized portal. "Where to?" she asked him, sounding only slightly interested in what he'd say. But it was a big contrast to the total indifference she had displayed about everything beforehand.

Nimbasa: The Mayor's Office

Frosted Flakes dribbled off the Mayor's wide open jaw as he watched the broadcast in the stadium. It was only after the soldiers began to fight that he regained any sense of composure. He wiped the cereal from his mouth and buzzed in his personal assistant. Or at least he tried to: the buzzing button didn't work.

Harmony happened to walk into his office at this moment. "Harmony, what is going on out there!? Why is the phone and internet down?!"

"Sir," said the sharply dressed, pixie haired blonde. "We have orders to evacuate you immediately. We'll be using the private subway line." She gestured to the door. "No time to lose."

The Mayor nodded, throwing some files into a briefcase before following her out the door. "Harmony, I need to know what's going on. My people aren't safe out there-"

"And you cannot do a thing about it if you're dead, sir. The Freedom Liberation Force doesn't take kindly to politicians. You're more of a target than any civilian."

The Mayor gulped. "Get me out of here."

Big Stadium: South Exit

Salieri didn't know what to do when the ground started shaking. Chen Zhen was the closest thing she had to a flying pokemon, and in his condition he wouldn't have been able to lift her up. But suddenly, Wayne had dropped from the sky, and Hitmonlee had countered the Earthquake with his own. They had saved her and the rest of the Legends Crew from harm, maybe even death.

Salieri turned around, silently staring up at Wayne for a few seconds. And then she shoved him, hard enough to knock him over.

"Where the hell have you been? You're like an hour and a half late! I felt like such a dork waiting for you at the station!" She slapped her hand to her head and turned away, still growling. "You know what? I don't care, I can yell at you when this is over. Assuming we aren't dead." The Battle Girl hesitated before punching Wayne on the arm, very lightly, while avoiding eye contact. "...thanks."

Celt's nostrils flared. Now there was another one? "You kids are geting to be a real pain!" He pointed a palm at the Fire Spin, canceling out the spin and causing the uniformity of the flames to fall apart. They'd drop to the ground like embers. "Quillan, the DOOR!"

His Sandslash dug into the earth, burrowing up again right in front of the exit as Darumi rushed in. Liuye Dao had joined the Darmanitan, preparing to use a Brick Break to help destroy the steel door.

But Quillan swiped at the attacks with Crush Claw, deflecting the blows. He spun around between them and outstretched his claws, trying to slash them both with the power of another Earthquake. Although this one wouldn't rupture the ground entirely like last time, the shockwaves would still hold the destructive force on contact.

"Hmph." From atop the newly formed spout of earth, N stood surveying the battle. His arms were folded as he quietly observed the sights. "I knew there was a 70% chance of terrorism..."

Celt and Andra turned to face him. "SHUT UP!" he roared. The Icy Wind surrounding them cut through the Electroweb with shards of ice, letting the electrified threads drop harmlessly. "Who the hell are you people? Andra, shoot him!"

His Starmie obliged, glowing purple before firing off a concussive wave of telekinesis. N didn't flinch, staring up at the attack while it throttled towards him.

The moustached cop reached the South Exit's lawn, running right at the newly formed rock wall. And then he ran up the rock wall, jumping off the top of it over N and towards the Psychic attack.

He put his palms together, and an orb of dark energy swirled between them. The cop threw it forward, and the Night Daze attack collided with the Psychic midair.

The resulting explosions rocked the floating Starmie and consequently Celt. As the cop fell to the ground, he became a whirling disk of purple energy, changing shape into a more monstrous form.

The Zoroark looked back up at Celt and roared, sending a shrill sound across the stadium lawn. N looked down the rock wall and took a step forward. He slid along it's length, as if he was snowboarding without the board. It was a simple matter of physics, proper positioning, and extraordinary athleticism. He slid all the way down, stopping right in front of Zero and the Legends Crew.

N paused to look at them, then stepped forward. "I-"

He tripped, falling face first. On the ground, N calculated the odds that this was an enemy attack. No, highly unlikely. His next hypothesis led him to look down at his feet. Shoelaces. Faulty 20% of the time. Of course, of course.

The green haired trained silently sat up and started retying his shoes.

"This is getting ridiculous!" Celt stood up, holding two miniature twisters in his hands. "Yanno, you mates shouldn't have come here. Cause now, I'm not letting you leave!"

He threw the twisters, which danced around the ground erratically towards the Legends Crew. Anyone caught in one would be thrown up into the air, where Celt would try and slash them with his buzzsaw yo-yo's from a distance.

Andra spun once, shooting a flurry of stars made of light at the Legends Crew on the ground. The Swift attack came down like a widespread rain of shuriken, slicing at whatever they came into contact with.

Big Stadium: Concert Stage

Elysia reunited with her daughter. The Leader watched them quietly, ignoring the chaos of the stadium. Pachi spoke to him, and he smiled. He looked back over his shoulder, deep line forming beside his mouth.

"I have an idea," he said, but not in the same gravel voice he used for his speech. He sounded exactly like a teenaged girl. He looked back to the screaming crowds fleeing, the government forces fighting, and his own people, the FLF, making the first step towards overthrowing global corruption.

And a man spoke again, "This will be good."

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The Bullet: Bridge

It started, and the control room was in a frenzy. Serene clouds past the windows betrayed the carnage down below. Roy stood at the front of the deck, hands behind his back. The stadium looked tiny from this high up, insignificant in a greater landscape. But right now, with a rebellion on their hands, it could well be the most important place on the planet.

"Oz," Roy said.
"What?" Oz called over from one of the computer terminals. Roy half turned to face him.
"Can we still communicate outside of the city?"
Oz tapped a few commands at his console to double-check. "Everywhere but the city."
"Get the Redgraves involved in this."

Oz hesitated.

"Now."
"Not to question you, man, but wouldn't that just make things worse?"

Roy's look deepened, angry, tired, serious as hell. He went back to staring over the city. Oz blew out and shook his head, redialling Jackie's Xtransceiver via the computer terminal. Hopefully the little task force they'd assembled hadn't already gotten into a fight.

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Big Stadium: South Exit

"Ow, okay, no problem," Wayne said, rubbing his arm where Sal punched it. He had no idea if that was supposed to be a light punch from her or what. He just knew that it hurt.

And now Celt was on the attack. Wayne threw his hand forwards, "Vacuum Stomp!"

Ronin the Hitmonlee had a good idea what that entailed. As the twisters surged towards them, he brought his foot up and then down, creating a Vacuum Wave directly in front of Wayne, and Salieri if she was still stood next to him.

Generating a vacuum would cancel out the twister by basically blowing it apart. With no air to spin, no twister would be reaching the trainers. The attack managed to destroy several Swift shuriken too, but a couple made it through. Wayne got knocked a step back as one sliced into his shoulder, dropping his outstretched hand and dissolving.

Now his arm hurt double. God dammit. Wait one minute.

"Hey you!" he shouted up to Celt, "Are you a pirate? That's unbelievable! Where are your crew?!" He grinned, clutching his bleeding arm, then looked over to Sal, "Seriously, a pirate with superpowers. I hope there's a bounty for bringing him in."

Wayne looked back up at Celt. Well, not really at Celt, but just past him. He gave a slight nod, and Eukarya the Duosion knew what to do. When they'd been freefalling from one of the government transports, Wayne came up with a plan.

It was called: Operation Psyshock that guy in the back of the head when he's distracted. Even if an Icy Wind was in the way, Eukarya's psychic attack manifested like a bolt of lightning and would be perfectly capable of penetrating cold air. Floating above and behind the teen rebel, the Duosion was in the perfect place to land a hit: should his bolt of psychic energy land, it would strike the back of Celt's head, and most likely knock him out.