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Leon watched as panic started to bloom from the villagers at the sight of Darts. He then watched Sub's amazing acting skills as he was able to shed a tear. Leon held in his laughter as they needed to make this look believable. Leon started walking inside the village as Snagem was split up for the time being. Hopefully, it won't stay that way for long. Shiro; the Alolan Ninetails then tapped Leon's hand with her cold nose with a concerned look. "Don't worry, you'll be safe as long as we stick together." He said softly to his Pokemon as they were led to the biggest building in the village. "Galactic huh?...Looks like we may be in old Sinnoh." Leon said merely to himself as he entered the building along side Sub.

"Guessing we just play by their rules for now?" Leon said quietly to Sub.

[Hybrid Snagem Group]

To everyone’s surprise Beau would issue out orders to get everyone working on their campsite in the midst of this small forest. Larrimore was not only shocked by Beauregard’s sudden leadership but also by the fact he called him by his full name and not that awful nickname he usually used. Did something happen to the Vivillion hybrid during Ultra Space travel? If it did he hoped it stuck, he liked this Beauregard better.

Saying no more the Pinsir hybrid went about snapping trees with his horns, executing a Vice Grip each time. While his horns were pretty strong he was out of practice so only smaller trees would be felled, along with plenty of branches. As instructed he left them where they fell, a few times running into the stray Wurmple and only one Cascoon, only the later trying to give him grief as it fired a Poison Sting at him, the man promptly releasing Pineco to fight it off. The Bagworm Pokemon would execute a Rollout, knocking the Cascoon out of the tree after ramming it, taking a Poison Sting directly in the process though it didn’t harm it too much. Pineco would then turn back around and bowl over the Cascoon, knocking it out with ease thanks to the type advantage of the move. With that taken care of, Larrimore went right back to chopping wood. His horns were going to be sore in the morning.

Freth would have plenty of time to scope out the land, particularly the already established campsite near the village. Where they were making their campsite was at the bottom of a hilly landscape dotted with trees, the brush thickest here, and just to the east there was a river and a small wooden bridge to cross it in the direction of the village, signifying for Freth that while this place was wild and undeveloped it was not completely left to nature, someone had to build that and had a reason for needing to cross the river routinely. If Freth had any kind of geographic memory of Sinnoh, or perhaps if she spoke to the others, she would realize their location in modern Sinnoh, Route 202.

The others would be allowed to go about their tasks with Darts and Deo pulling in the wood and Monique and Keiko gathering what they could find to likely be edible, mostly berries. Monique could probably steal the tent set up at the village’s campsite and maybe a banner or two for their own tent crafting, just had to either disguise herself or make it look like a wild Pokemon did it, otherwise they were making shelter with leaves and other plant matter. Keiko would also be asked to fetch water for the camp. Beauregard would be charged with making a fire at night and by then a few crude tents were constructed for the Snagems to sleep in, Larrimore offering to watch over them at night, requiring Darts to be his stand in later in the night.

[The next day.]

Daylight would arrive and the Snagems would be awoken by the sound of Kricketot playing their songs, the sheer volume much louder here than in their time, likely due to there being many more of the species here in the past. Once everyone was up and awake they would eat something and Freth would get the idea to go for another look around and this time would find something more interesting, movement at the village camp, several people standing around and eventually leaving the camp headed towards the bridge. Maybe she should get a better look.

[Note: Write out your character’s experience here in the wild, performing the task they were given, how and what they ate, how they slept, and how they woke up the next morning. A Pokemon battle out here will give you Evo Points if you wish to include one. Pokemon you may encounter include; Bidoof, Starly, Drifloon, Shinx, Wurmple, Silcoon, Cascoon, Pichu, Ponyta, Eevee and Mime Jr.]

It didn't take long for Keiko to get a handle on what was going on. The group were stranded in some wilderness and had to focus on survival. Fine. Wild Area in the Tournament in Galar, no big deal. It didn't take long to get her orders. Food and water. Made sense. She had her purse on her to hold food in, but how the hell was she going to carry water in anyway that would last? And how would anybody know if the water here was safe to drink? As she pondered these thoughts, she looked around and it fully sank in for her that there were no modern... ANYTHING out here. The only water she could see was in rivers, and there was no way that was clean.

"Beggars can't be choosers," Keiko mumbled before wandering away from camp. The task she chose to tackle first was water. She needed to find a way to carry a decent amount, and would likely need multiple trips to get enough for everybody. Food was somewhat easy, she could just pluck whatever looked serviceable from what she could find as she went around. Something she saw in the camp gave her an idea, though. Big leaves were being used to make crude tents. It would be rough, but she could use something like that, though she'd have to find an alternate source so she didn't take from what was being used for the camp.

After a bit of exploration (and some berry picking), Keiko found a tree with large leaves well away from the Snagem Camp. She tried to dislodge the leaves without damaging them on her own, but couldn't manage it from the ground. She didn't want to risk climbing the tree with her tiny feet, so instead, she dug through her purse for her pokemon, but could only find one ball. Where were the rest of her team? She panicked a bit at that, but soon forced herself to calm down. She couldn't do anything about it, now. Opening the ball, however, she let Daedra out. Not the best one to have around right now.

"Okay. Daedra, I really need your help right now. Can you help me get these leaves so I can carry water back to camp? And please don't try to eat them," Keiko pleaded.

Daedra wasn't feeling very cooperative, however, as her stomach was rumbling. Keiko ate fairly recently in her perspective, during her time in her sisters' home in Alola, but she didn't think to feed any of the six Pokemon in her team at the time. The Sligoo barked in Pokespeak, insisting she get fed now.

"Calm down, okay? I have some berries on me, but I want to get this done first, okay? I don't know how much sunlight we have left," Keiko tried to barter. Daedra wasn't having it, however, and Tackle the tree that had her trainer's precious leaves to show her displeasure. At first, Keiko was concerned and a bit upset, but the colorful fruit-like orbs took her attention. "What is this?" she asked, picking one up. She was surprised when a chunk of it nearest its stem came off, and even more surprised to see that the bulbous 'fruits' were hollow inside. An investigative whiff proved these objects clean and uninfested, so the Lopunny hybrid jumped for joy"

"Hey, I can carry water in these! They're basically like canteens, and none of them look bad inside. Good job, Daedra!" Keiko cheered, petting the Sliggo's head and ignoring its slimy, corrosive exterior. Daedra chirped excitedly, hoping this discovery would lead to an immediate return in food. "Just help me with one leaf, okay? That way I can carry more than two of these without too much trouble."

Daedra didn't like that answer, but decided not to cause any more of a scene and go with it. Climbing up the tree, Daedra nibbled at the stem of one of the leaves, allowing Keiko to pull it off easily. But Daedra was swiftly knocked to the ground by a Wurmple that didn't appreciate its home being destroyed. Daedra, however, would prove the angrier of the two, as this Bug-types interference further delayed the promised meal. In a fit of rage, Daedra ran up the tree and and expressed its Outrage by pummeling the Wurmple with fists imbued with Dragon-type energy. As the two traded blows, Keiko focused on tying up the large leave into a makeshift sack and started packing it with empty apricorns of various colors. Once she was ready to head to the nearest river, Daedra fell on her back from atop the tree, victorious against the native Wurmple, but very heavily confused due to multiple uses of Outrage. Keiko left a few Oran Berries by the dizzy Sliggoo and left her there to recover.

Picking a few more berries along the way, Keiko eventually made her way to the stream and started filling Apricorns. By the time she came back to the tree with a leaf haversack of apricorn canterns, Daedra was finishing the last of the berries her trainer had left her and was feeling much more cooperative. With Daedra's help, some legwork, and some elbow grease(not all of the apricorns were clean and some needed to be hollowed out), Keiko returned to the camp with six leaf haversacks stuffed to the brim with apricorn canteens. "Hopefully this should last everyone a while," Keiko said, both to herself and to Daedra. Fortunately, Keiko got back to the camp before the sun set entirely, but it was pretty close to it as she hung the water sacks on the sturdiest tree closest to the camp for other Snagems to take from. Keiko and Daedra ate the rest of the berries Keiko had in her purse and after some light exercise, turned in for the night.

The next morning, Keiko focused more on food, as she hoped the water she towed in the day before would last for a while. Taking a canteen for herself, she made her way out of the camp. This time, she focused more on exploration traversing wide swaths of terrain and collecting any berries or plants that look reasonably edible on top of harvesting any resources she thought might be useful. This mostly consisted of discarded branches to use for firewood since Keiko was not even remotely familiar with her surroundings.

"I'm... not sure." The Giratina hybrid answers, trying to catch his breath after running off from the showers of arrows. "It seems like, according to the warm reception I got there, we're not in our own world anymore. And from the taste of the energy around here I would hazard a guess we're not even in the same timeframe."



Darts hears the orders to go and gather wood and finds himself paired up with the shiny Luxray hybrid that he had met in the kitchen of HQ what seems like ages ago. "Heya... Deo, was it?" He asks. "Are those muscles just for show or are we going to be able to knock down some trees?" The two of them had wandered to an outcropping of ancient pine trees, clearly grown there since time immemorable. They would make perfect wood for shelters if they could get them down, but with only two of them they were going to need to work together to take down and haul these things back to camp. Darts hefts one of his Pokeballs out from inside of his jacket, as while he was perfectly capable of knocking the timber over he didn't feel like doing that AND carrying the things back to camp.

"Come on out, Zweilous!" There's a flash as he tosses the capture capsule, releasing his two headed Dragon.

"Zwei!" It chirps, the two blind heads turning back to look at him in anticipation of his orders.

"Body Slam! Knock down one of those trees!" The Pokemon responds to its trainer's command immediately, the twin-headed dragon locating and demolishing easily the trunk of one of the big oaks, sending it careening down into the undergrowth with a big crash.

The Giratina hybrid looks at Deo, moving to one end of the tree expectantly as he puts a hand on it, getting ready to lift the massive thing. "C'mon then, I don't think one tree is going to do it and we better get a move on."

Amaranth could barely pick up on Sub's whispering as she kept following, glancing over at the hammer strapped to her back briefly. She'd been fortunate not to be asked about it, and figured maybe she didn't pose enough of a threat to them. That, or that she had more sense than most of them by actually having something usable as a weapon. Seeing Kamado was confusing to her, though, swearing that she recognized him more from images she'd seen of Professor Rowan. His response made it clear they were not the same person, though. Having left most of the talking to Sub, she'd settle on taking in what was going to be tasked of the group now that they were in the village.

Kamado's explanations felt like they'd taken hours to complete, and it was already starting to get dark by the time he was done and they got the chance to have something to eat. She had to admit that potato mochi wouldn't have been her first choice for a meal, and probably not her second or third either. Maybe her tenth choice, if option eleven was Qwilfish prepared by an inexperienced chef. She seemed to be getting looks from the villagers now, though, either between the circumstances surrounding how she and the others got here or her less than stellar reception to a staple meal for them.

Or maybe it was the hammer. Maybe they were afraid she'd use it on them? She finally met one of the gazes with one of her own, wondering if she'd calm their concerns or at least stop whatever questions they had burning in their minds. "Hm? Is it this?" She asked after finishing and struggling to swallow another bite, unstrapping the hammer and putting it to the ground, head first. "Can't be too safe traveling around," she remarked, trying to keep to Sub's alibi and quickly picking it up to strap it back in place, her tone sharper than usual. "Can I finish my meal now?"

The meager show was enough to stop potential questions, but did little to stop the glances. Still, she was able to finish eating in relative peace and when she was shown the village's apparent sleeping arrangements, she'd have to concede it probably wasn't going to get much better for some time. Even if there was better, her brief time in the village already showed that they favored function above all else. Sleep would come, but it was poor at best; the bed wasn't much better than directly sleeping on the tatami mats below, but it did remain somewhat cool through the night.

Once morning came, she found herself woken up right on sunrise with the others, and was back at the Galaxy Team's HQ shortly after for more instructions and grilling. Luckily, she'd already been hiding the Pokeballs she had on her thanks to Sub's instruction earlier, but that was the only thing that lessened the intimidation she felt from Cyllene. "We're not the sorts to freeload," she spoke up at one point. "The instructions are clear, we'll do what we can."

Not long after that had she been shuffled out of the HQ with the rest, dipping from the others briefly to get the uniform on. It was certainly different than the clothing she was used to, being stiffer and sturdier. A bit thicker too, all of it as a way of providing better protection from the elements and stray attacks. The head scarf took a bit to finesse onto herself, though, and the shoes were going to be even more of an adjustment. The satchel gave an easier way to hide her stuff, though, leaving just the more primitive balls that were given with the uniform. A hallowed Brown Apricorn and a Tumblestone chipped to fit- whatever those were. She wondered if Ambrosia would be able to explain it better if she ever got the chance to show her one of these.

Putting those into the satchel too, she'd hurry to rejoin the others and Sub, getting to the campsite and following him to the tree. "I had that weird mochi of theirs instead of the stew. Pretty sure that was a mistake," she said in a low tone, trying not to groan as she thought back to last night. "Hopefully the rest were able to get somewhere safe."

She dispersed a bit from the others in her search for the other group, noticing a few Starly not long afterward. She took out one of the balls Cyllene had given her, thinking about trying to catch one to keep putting on a show for the Survey Corps. But, the Starly of this era being much more timid would be alerted from Amaranth's lack of stealth in her walking and promptly hopped some distance away before flying off. Doubting these balls would have any of the tech that went into modern Pokeballs, she'd put it back away for now. Maybe, if anything, something to try a bit later.

Though, when she saw a Shinx emerge from the grass, maybe it wasn't just her movements that made the Starly flee. Unlike those Starly, though, Shinx would take a cursory glance at Amaranth and immediately go on the defensive, trying to rush at her. She was able to get away from the attack without any trouble, but it did startle her a little.

"Guess you're not fond of us, huh?" She asked, reaching into the satchel again. She figured she could run far enough away that the Shinx wouldn't be able or willing to keep up, but feared it wouldn't be worth taking that risk. So instead, knowing no one was around to see her but maybe other Snagems, she decided that knocking the Shinx out was a better strategy and sent out her Fletchinder. "Forge! Flame Charge!"

To her surprise, the Shinx would manage to land an attack before Forge did, getting out a Thunder Shock just before the Flame Charge hit and sent them tumbling. The jolt would be shrugged off for the most part, and the burst of speed meant there was a decent chance that another attack could go before Shinx had a chance to strike back. "Now, before they can recover! Quick Attack!" Her Fletchinder would have enough time to go for the follow up, the speedy tackle catching Shinx before they could get their composure back.

The Pokemon around here being a bit on the weaker side, relatively speaking given everything, Shinx didn't really have the endurance to keep up with Forge. At the very least, they weren't continuing the assault and left him and Amaranth alone from there. Still, this didn't stop her from keeping her hammer ready as soon as she recalled Forge and continued her search. Just in case.

After sleeping the night in the tent that she had managed to pilfer from the villagers' camp and being rudely awakened by the decidedly uncoordinated symphony of Kricketot, Monique decided to set out the next morning and try exploring in a different direction. Where she had ventured south along the shore, this time she went inland, northwest, and took stock of the conditions in a narrow gorge shielded from the villagers' base camp by a ridge.

Walking with Kalama, she noticed that the general lay of the land was much the same as what she had seen so far: trees, grass, and rocky outcroppings. When she got to where the valley ended, she noticed there was a patch of flowers that were not doing too well but had been quite clearly planted there. Another sign of human activity, she noted.

As she headed back to camp, not having seen much of anything that was of legitimate interest, she noted how alive things were and compared it to the vast wastelands she knew on Aether Island. This place at least seemed to sustain life, and why wouldn't it? There was no dome to block out half the light, no Smog to keep away from everything, and the environment was far more favorable for plant and Pokémon life. (Well, except those flowers.)

Beau would be busying himself with extracting more thread for binding together the necessities as the rest of the group scattered to the tasks he had designated for them. And....did so without any real argument or major effort to do their own thing like he had made an option. The closest to even doing otherwise was seeing Deo and Darts also participating in knocking down some of the trees, which was just simply speeding up the process beyond what he had been expecting. Like....was no one wanting to do something oddball and against the grain because they thought it work better? He'd left them the option to do so, but apparently there were no takers. Pausing his train of thought as he looked to the small bundle of thread he now had, Beau would look to the first pieces of wood that had been brought in and quickly organized them into larger pieces for creating shelter and smaller pieces to help fuel a small fire if they needed the warmth. Setting up with the pieces of wood once he finished sorting, the Vivillon hybrid set to work binding a few pieces together into a small self-supporting peak.

While keeping his hands busy, his train of thought kept moving. Was he the strange one since he would've always taken the do what he wanted option to try and help out? It's not like life in La Ruche had been terribly bad on most days, but it always stuck with him how little they wanted to have people outside of their set roles. He ended up the town pariah up until him and Larry had left because he kept wanting to do things his way. And it wasn't like he hated the gardening that he had been designated for. Explosive powder worked just as well for fertilizing plants as it did for obliterating structures. It was the pure lack of options he had been offered when explosives had caught his interest that irked him. Finishing up the second frame, Beau would refocus on the camp construction as he moved the two tripods across from each other. Placing another branch to sit across the tops of the two tripods, Beau would quickly set to work leaning sticks against this setup and create a small tent of sorts out of the pieces of wood. It would only take a few replications to get enough shelter setups for the small group, although it wouldn't be able to stand up to rain without something else for a cover. And as this thought crossed his mind, Beau would soon see the larger leaves and general foliage that Keiko had located. Giving a quick nod, he would set back to work as he began to run thread through the leaves to help bind them down to the small lean-tos.

As he once again slipped into a task he could complete in a rote fashion, his thoughts would resume. And they would quickly focus in on his place in Snagem. While he had definitely felt like pushing against the leadership when he had originally joined, it had almost been as automatic as his current labours creating the shelters. He had had his less than stellar experiences with La Ruche's leadership and his downright abhorrent interactions with the general Kalos leadership, so any leadership was 'bad'. That wasn't aided by finding Larrimore was already a member in their ranks after the terms they had left each other on, but he was at least willing to own up to that bias against them even before his small introspection right now. But with how free he had been able to go during his time with Snagem, he could see how some common direction and having someone to coordinate that direction could be a boon. Unless that direction was never applying explosive solutions to problems. Then there was going to be some harsh words and harsher kabooms in protest.

Stepping back as he finished up the first tent, Beau gave a nod as he examined it. Apparently, despite his best efforts, he had learned some things from his days training for gardenwork and basic shelter construction. I mean, he kind of had to adhoc the tripod support structure when there were no good y-shaped trunks for creating the central support to lean everything against, but it was at least stable. Now all he had to do was repeat it. At least.....six more times if no one wanted to share. This might take a while. Grabbing one of the Oran Berries that Keiko had brought back and taking a bite of it, Beau mentally prepared to keep this up. And after the majority of the structures were done, he gave himself another break, this time piling up the smaller sticks and brush, giving it a small dusting of Powder, and igniting it with an Ember from his Charmeleon, Zippo.

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Waking up with a start, Beau would be examining his pockets before he even rose from the slightly uncomfortable sleep he had been in. Apparently, his happiness with his tents had made him forget how much it sucked for him to lay on the hard ground with his wings. But he couldn't be bothered by that right now. He had just remembered what he had been tinkering with before they ended up on their trip to this place and it could be very useful. Giving a small cheer as he finally found it, Beau pulled out the pyrotechnic star he had pocketed. While it was certainly not subtle, if they needed to get the others to find them quickly, this was their ticket. Because firing a ball of purple light that would explode with a bang into a giant circle of purple sparks should be a sign to the Snagems about the who and the where. Conversely, it would also tell their other friends that an unholy monster was attempting to crack the world in two but that would be an issue to deal with later. And that was assuming it even came down to that. Either way, he would be busying himself constructing a launching tube for the pyrotechnic star. While the wooden one he was fashioning wouldn't survive repeated use, it would last long enough to get the one shot out to alert people

And based off how cagey and quiet Freth got, it might be time to get that shot prepared. Slowly following behind the Galarian Articuno hybrid, Beau would palm his lighter and get ready to light the homemade firework.

Leon was a bit shocked with the look alike for Professor Rowan. He listened to what he said as he was glancing around for any weapons that they would use on them. When they finally made it to there own little stay, Leon sighed of relief. He looked at his Alolan Ninetails as it stretched and yawned. "Alright, time to take a rest" He said as he pulled out a Pokeball and returned Shiro into her ball.

Next Day

Leon yawned loudly as he got up with his messy hair. He looked around, as he somehow woke up early. He changed his clothes as he got out and started walking around the area. The village was pretty small, but cozy. "...Really starting to miss home." He said as he noticed somebody from the Galaxy Team coming to their group to grab them to . They were then sent to a camp to go look for the other half of their team.

"I'm gonna go this way." Leon said as he pointed east from the campsite. Leon said as he started walking that way. As he was, he heard someone speaking Alolan. He turned his head as one of the villagers with glasses was waving to him. An Alolan? Here? Leon merely waved back as the villager started walking towards him. "I'd notice an Alolan anywhere." "Am I...Am I that noticeable?" [coor=darkblue]"Well you're a bit on the lighter side. But yep! True Alolan!" The villager said as both of them merely spoke a bit before Leon started walking off again.

The Poison Channeler would look around as he noticed a group of Eevees playing around in a field. He merely chuckled as he felt a Pokeball break open as his own Eevee cheered happily. The little fox pranced over to the group, as they saw Leon's Eevee. They were a little bit afraid of her for some odd reason. They all ran away as Leon's Eevee's ears and tails went down. Leon walked over to her and merely patted it's head. "Don't take it personally. We are just strangers here anyways."