(OOC: This is just a practice run for another RP I am in. Please disregard these events) Caged, trapped, there was no escape. Flamethrower, Dragon Claw, Earthquake, Heal bell, he tried them all but for some reason his attacks were completely disabled. He didn't know the fate of his other team mates and in this hell, he probably didn't want to know. Is this how it ends? He had no idea how much time had passed since his trainer had been attacked by at least a dozen armed troopers. They had fought valiantly, but the swam just never stopped and were no match despite being one of the best teams from Orre. The trainer and the Tyranitar were able to escape while the rest were taken away, where to, they did not know. The only contact with any living thing was being fed the usual slop and pricked with needles. He was actually able to hear snatches of conversation occasionally. Something about a plague? Experiments being performed with pokemon dying left and right? That was the main gist of what he was able to get and it all sounded bad, really bad. His chance to escape would come eventually, he was sure of it! For now, he just had to wait for an opening.