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Old March 26th, 2013, 10:47 PM
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Cape City- Prison

With the Madman's affiliates now being entangled with ancients, Gallant felt this was the perfect time to make a push for Veletra's cell, and saving. Yet for some reason, he felt even more exposed now than before, and he couldn't quite explain why. The only thing that made him feel this way was the strange ice-water that fell upon them down above. As they began to follow the Leafeon with the Madman, Gallant, could slowly feel this precipitation fall much more steadily, increasing in amount and speed. As they moved further, it fell even more obviously, until it got to a point where it looked as though it were rainfall. In fact, Gallant was certain it was. He did his best to ignore it, despite its presence being more troublesome as they lingered. The old Sawk was eventually stepping into puddles. The rate the water was falling was filling up the enclosed prison at a rather alarming rate. But eventually, and thankfully, the Leafeon stopped in front of one of the cells far in the back of the prison, where a Mismagius lay, unconscious. Gallant assumed this was who they were looking for.

"Finally!" Speculum declared as he stepped forward to try and open the prison door. At that moment, a voice echoed through the halls of the prison, one that eclipsed even the fighting of the Ancients and Affiliates. It seemed to bounce all across the walls as it spoke, making Gallant unable to trace its source.

"Ah, I had a feeling the Gold Tribe was involved in this. And I was correct to assume you would be coming for our prisoner." The voice stated. Gallant looked around, trying to find the source. The voice was familiar to Gallant, having run into the Pokemon on a few occasions before. Judging by the ability being used, it completed his hypothesis.

"Deluge." Gallant stated aloud to the others, identifying the source of the voice as none other than the Sentinel.

"I must commend you for getting this far, but I wonder, will you be able to get back now? It's getting awfully wet in there..."

It was at this statement that the rainfall that fell out of nowhere from above began to fall more harshly. Already, the entire floor of the prison was covered in water, and was beginning to fill up fast. Deluge was trying to drown them.

***

Lair of the Madman

"Good to see you back Vigil... and in one piece." Blitzkrieg stated to the Bisharp, who responded to him with a nod. It was at this point he saw the Salamence address another one behind him, who appeared to be shyly hiding behind the larger Salamence. Zane had almost forgotten that feeling of being stared at strangely by others for a while in the midst of all of this battling. He looked at the Salamence oddly as Blitzkrieg introduced her.

"Vigil, Tribe Siblings," Accatosh started, "This is Veltra... my girlfriend," He said, before the two embraced and kissed.

"Ah," Was all Zane replied with, giving the two a slight smile and a tilt of the head. It was a bit unusual for a Gold Tribe member to have a loved one. Usually, the Gold Tribe would be too detached from such things, and too focused on their duties to have an opportunity to do such. This was combined with an unwritten rule of the discouragement of such relationships to begin with, mostly for the sake of such loved ones never to be used again a Gold Tribe member for by enemies. Of course, exceptions to the rule did exist, like the Reed family for example, and Zane's as well, in which his grandfather had also been a member of the tribe, before falling in love and settling down.

Blitzkrieg suddenly showed a more serious expression as he prepared for what he had to do. Penance began to speak, beginning to set plans in motion. He followed him as the rest of the Gold Tribe headed back to the meeting area. Zane listened carefully to him, as he had always done before. Their sides and circumstances may have changed, but Penance was still their planner, the tactician, and he paid him that same focus as he had done before. He listened to his idea, about the psychics, and about the possibility of freeing a Sentinel using the Gold Crystal and a team of psychics. The idea made sense, as the crystal should have been able to counteract all of the abilities of the Silver, from what they understood. Zane nodded in comprehension as he talked, understanding his role in this. Penance began to finish up, but the last bit he stated caught him by surprise.

"The plan is starting now Vigil. Will you join us and make sure we can free a former brother or sister of yours? Oh, you also need to make a decision fast." He asked. "A kill all order has been issued up top so we have limited time and there is also the fact that the Alpha army is heading over. Don't worry, for now my Affiliates are on it to slow them down just a bit. We need them to head in just at the right time so that there is no massacre with or without the army."

Zane's eyes opened wide after his last statement. "Wait, did you say a kill all order has been issued?! The Sentinels plan to murder everyone?" He asked, in confirmation of what he already knew. If their situation before was frantic enough, this just made it all the more worse. The Gold Tribe were put in a tough position, and if he knew the Alpha Alliance Generals like he did, they wouldn't risk the entire population of citizens to be slaughtered. They would likely march straight onto the city, even if some civilians would be caught in the crossfire. Everything just got a lot more complicated.

With TrueStriker teleported there now, they had to move, and they had to do it fast. "Right!" Zane exclaimed to Penance. "We don't have any time to lose. TrueStriker, we'll need your help. Penance is hatching a plan to use the Gold Crystal to try and free a Sentinel. He'll need a team of Psychics to help free their mind." He looked over TrueStriker to ensure he understood, before turning back to Penance, ready to go.

***

Cape City

Scar clutched his head, seeing the visions of everything Genevieve had seen moments prior. Every detail was deposited into his skull, making it feeling like a scrambling headache had just struck him and moved around his skull in all parts of his brain. Yet he knew by all those visions as much as he would like to lie down and let this feeling pass him, he was in no position to do so. Finally, he had a read on the enemy and their current activities. He had knowledge on their location, and who they were. As he had suspected earlier, the Gold Tribe did have a hand in this event, though they were not the pain proprietors. The other troublesome bit of news, the soon to arrive Alpha Alliance army, was also disturbing for Scar, but it was something they were prepared for. In fact, it was something he had wanted to happen anyways. The army would bring their full might to try and stop the initiation of their kill-all order, which they would be performing soon. Finally, the their climactic clash was at hand. And with Scar here, he would ensure that this fight would be an end.

“We…” Scar began, still holding his head as he tried to formulate the words he needed. “We need to relay this information immediately, and…take care of the situation without delay.” Thought Genevieve seemed not to be in her best condition either, she managed to push through the pain and raise herself as gracefully as she could given her situation. They had vermin to kill.

Tracking the rest of their illustrious group wasn’t particularly difficult. Scar and Genevieve found Sovereign among the streets, handling the business of the Madman’s so-called revolution in his method of choice. Deluge was preoccupied at the moment, so the two decided to leave him be and go on without him. After that, they tracked the remaining three Sentinels, Snype and Levina, plus the newly added D-I, who appeared to all be together fighting off affiliates of the Madman in a church. Whatever advantage the Affiliates may have had in number and group instantly changed at that point.

Despite Levina’s preparedness to defeat him, a blaze of fire erupted on the Poliwrath of the Madman. Despite his apparent type advantage of such attacks, the fire seared through his flesh and began cooking him alive. Such would be the fate of any affiliate going up against the Pokemon known as the most destructive of the Sentinels: Allen “The Inferno” Fury. The Typhlosion apathetically stared at his work, hearing the screams of the Poliwrath through the firestorm he created, before there was silence. His eyes fixated on Levina for mere moments, examining the newer Sentinel, before turning around and bringin his attention at what happened in the rest of the room. The rest of the Sentinels disposed of the other affiliates in similar swift fashion. They were tough, especially when facing off against Sentinels individually, but they were no match when so many of them were together at once. The Inferno stared at Scar and Genevieve, who had brought him here. “You called me here?” He asked them. Scar, who held a hand around the neck of the Combusken of the group, before tossing him off to the side, stared back at the other Sentinels. He observed Fred, or D-I, the longest, but also shot glances at Levina and Snype.

“You three are the newest of us. Time to show your worth. Come,” He declared, turning and heading for the exit. “Our targets are in sight, and their location is now known to us. We will claim the head of the Madman, and we will end the Gold Tribe, once and for all.”
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