[PRP] Belly of the Beast

[Loreven]

[This RP is limited to those who were captured during Out of the Blue.]

When the mouth of the Dusknoir mech closed behind the Rockets they were plunged into darkness. Some of them landed on each other while others collided with metal walls. The disorienting experience was made worse by the mech's movement as it promptly took to the air. The roar of the engine echoed somewhere below them. A strange hiss sounded from above. With the hiss came a strange aromatic smell. Some of the Rockets might recognize it as the flowery scent of sleep powder being pumped into the chamber. The disorientation grew worse. It would become hard to think and then... nothing.

- - -

When the Rockets awoke they'd find the chamber lit. They were scattered around the metal floor, hands bound behind their backs by thick metal cuffs. Their ankles were similarly bound. Their pokémon and gear had been taken.

Above them, the Galactics they'd fought at the museum stood on suspended walkways, out of reach, and all holding weapons. They didn't do or say anything. They just watched.

It looked like they were still inside the Dusknoir. With no windows it was hard to tell, but it felt like it was moving quickly.

Lore opened his eyes slowly, coming out of the sleeping powder's fog. Where was he? It was hard to remember. Wincing, he turned his head. A jolt of pain shot through his shoulder, bringing the events of the mission back in a flood. With a grunt, he sat up and was rewarded with a brief dizzy spell. Shaking his head, he looked around the dimly lit room. Everything around them was sleek metal. No visible doors, except the jagged line of the Dusknoir's closed mouth. Most of the team lay around him in varying states of injury.

After a moment spent watching the vulture-like Galactics guarding them overhead, the Exec chewed his lip and pulled himself across the floor toward Hayes.  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus woke up rather more abruptly, or maybe he'd been awake a while and only just noticed. Either way he suddenly became aware that he was lying on a cold hard metal floor, wrists and ankles bound. What the...?

The museum. Ceiling falling. Regrouping and... and metal things grabbing them and dragging them inside the Dusknoir.

Not far away from him was Hayes, and feeling a jab of fear in the pit of his stomach he shuffled over awkwardly. "Hayes!" he hissed urgently. "Hayes, you awake?"


"Ugh," came the eloquent response. The blond elite lifted his head, which wasn't all that blond anymore. Blood had continued to flow from his wounds with no regard to his state of consciousness and had cracked as it dried, zigzagging little patterns across half of his face and his arms and congealing his bangs into hard spikes.

Hayes' frowned when he tried to open his eyes and one of them met resistance. "Yeah-" He tried to wipe whatever offending particle was blocking his vision free and- failed.

Cold realization began to creep in.

"Okay," he muttered. "This is bad."


"Just a little," Aulus muttered. Hayes looked awful; blood had dried all over his face, and was currently sealing one of his eyes shut. That would probably be the least of their worries before long. "What can they want with us?" he hissed. Was this about the Machine?  

[Loreven]

When he neared Hayes' side, Lore was glad to see both he and Aulus awake. "You guys alright?" He was looking at Hayes as he posed the question, for obvious reasons.  

[Rocket Agent Jerome]

Jerome had woken up quietly, not done much in the way of movement or noise as he slowly started to register where he was... and what had happened up to this point.

He was starting to feel the pain again, it didn't help that his arms were bound behind his back, putting tension of a throbbing, bleeding shoulder. And while he tried, he still couldn't move his left arm.
Slowly, the tattooed man started to look around, turning his head to get a look at the place they were at. he noticed the other rockets were with him, some of them starting to move, and all of the ones he could see were bound.
The room was metal, and they were certainly not alone, as he lifted his head and his inked eyes caught sight of the guards they had fought up on a railing with some kind of weapon.
this... was not good.

It wasn't long before Jerome caught the sound of other talking lightly. He couldn't see them, but with some effort and a light grunt of pain, he was able to move himself so that he was laying on his side, his good side.
Blood soaked dreadlocks draping across his neck and chest as he paused to caught his breath and chase the pain away. Noticing thee of the other men were already up and aware.  

[Gwennythe]

"Ngah."
It wasn't a word. Even to Tambrey, even as she was uttering it, she knew it wasn't a word- and yet it was the sound that seemed to most aptly sum up just how she felt at the moment of waking.
Ow.
She wasn't injured, but everything ached and...
".. Why does m' face hurt..?" She mumbled into the floor, before slowly cracking her eyes open to.. look at the floor; well that could be why then.
Hands... seemed bound. So did her feet. Ack!
That woke her up a little more quickly; she remembered what had happened before she'd lost consciousness. The lack of pokemon and gear were unsurprising once she'd realised she was a prisoner.
She wanted to look around, but her vision seemed a little.. fuzzy. She thought her contacts were still in though...
"Where 'm I?" She asked to the room in general as she heard movement and... voices? "Who's h-here? Is everyone all right?" Or... as all right as they could be after all that had happened...
She hadn't seen the Galactics above yet.  

[TawnyAngel]

"Revenge?" Hayes guessed, then thought about what he'd just said. Then decided it was better not to think about it. "Guess we'll find out."

"Yeah, I'm fine," he told Lore, against all appearances. "Just a lot of little cuts." His headache had subsided to a dull pain localized at the crest of his forehead and his stomach protested the sleeping gas, but neither were anything like a concussion. He squinted, trying to make out Lore's condition. "How about you..?"


So Hayes was thinking the same as him. "I'm fine. Ish," he said in reply to Lore. Didn't look like the parkour guy - Jerome, that was it - was holding up as well. Tam was awake now too, and not exactly sounding fantastic. Looked like Jerome was worst off though. "I'm going to get over to Jerome," he whispered, wondering why he was bothering with that. It wasn't even like he could help the guy when he got there. Still though, didn't feel right to sit here talking while one of his teammates was over there injured.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Another one stirred, Jerome glanced up to see the women in their group. heck if he knew her name starting to wake up.
He glanced cautiously around the room, before returning his gaze over to her.

"Fer now we seem alive." he replied to her in a low grumbling tone, that sounded pretty strained from pain. "That ain't sayin' we're alright."

No, no, they were far far from alright, they were at the mercy of an enemy gang, from Jerome's experience, they were very lucky to be alive at all right now.
Then again, this wasn't much of a gang like he knew it, things probably worked differently here, meaning Jerome had no idea what was in store for them.  

[Natsuko-neko]

Xander had been awake for a while now. It wasn't hard seeing as he had, had to have two epinephrin shots already thanks to the Galactic's knocking them out with sleeping powder. He was sitting leaned up against a wall looking a bit dazed as he watched his team mates walk up. He didn't bother trying to talk yet though.  

[Gwennythe]

Alright. She heard a response. That was a good thing, no matter what was said, surely...

The metal... things hadn't exactly been gentle in the abduction.
That, at least, explained why it felt like her legs were one big bruise... Cuffs weren't comfortable; more pain explained. There was a headache she supposed came from Sleep Powder. Plus the fact that she'd just been laying, face down, on metal for however long.

Tambrey attempted to sit up and succeeded only in rolling herself over; she immediately regretted it. Now she could see the Galactics up there, and the weapons.
"... Alive seems pretty good right now." She commented as, her vision less hazy, she watched those walkways.  

[Loreven]

"Oh I'm fine. Though if I'm honest, I could go for a soda.." Lore chuckled. His jovial mood was weakened somewhat by the alarming amount of blood seeping over his shoulder. The culprit; a large shard of glass jutting just above his left bicep.  

[Shawn Darrow]

Shadow panicked as soon as he recognized the sleep powder. His mind would not function. He started thrashing about and wanted to yell, but his brain was shutting down. He did not want to sleep. There was only one thing that awaited him behind closed eyes, and those were nightmares. He hadn't tried getting a job as a hall monitor for nothing. Oh, why the hell had he signed up for this mission...? Never again, never, never, never - ! And then all went black.

"...AHH!! AHHH! NO, GET AWAY!" The teen woke, yelling and struggling violently, his gradual consciousness not calmed by the fact that he couldn't move his wrists. Or ankles. Sepia eyes flashed open. "WHAT THE ******** HELL IS GOING ON?!" He breathed hard, sweat beading on his brow. How long had he been out? Where were - oh. Then he remembered. They'd be captured.

Realization began to sink in and Shadow just sat there for a while, his eyes glazing over and distant. He re-lived the past few moments he remembered being conscious before they had been bombarded with sleeping powder. Damn them, those bastards... Now was no longer the time to behave. Now the street kid had issues with Galactic and how they treated their prisoners. He wasn't about to let them get off without knowing it, either.

For now, though, his teammates were his more immediate concern. They were all around him, most in much worse states than he was. As Shadow found, he had come out of that place miraculously unharmed. For the most part, anyway. A few scratches were unavoidable, but he was so used to such things that he hardly noticed them. It was the blood from the weakening Lore's shoulder that caused his eyes to narrow. Like Asch, the executive was pretending to be fine about it, too. Or maybe he just didn't realize the extent of the damage.

Just then, Shawn opened his mouth. But it wasn't to talk to his fellow Rockets; oh no. His gaze and voice were directed straight up at their guards above them. "HEY!" he called a hint of hysteria seeping into his voice. "YOU GUYS, UP THERE! WHERE'S THE WINDOWS? HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF CLAUSTROPHOBIA?" He jerked and strained at his cuffs as if his life depended on it. "I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES IF YOU DON'T SHED SOME LIGHT IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"  

[Rocket Agent Jerome]

"Yeah it does, don't it" Jerome replied to Tambrey in an unusually calm tone that seemed very partial to the man.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze for a few second. "Just gatta keep it that way."

Licking his lips as he glanced around the room again, probably a sign that he was actually more nervous then his cool exterior was letting on.
He made an attempt to sit up, a painted grunt escaping him as he finally managed to curl himself forward over his knees. Trying really, really hard not to think of how badly his movement were constricted by the cuffs.

"Ah ********..." He breathed just under his breath, then glanced sideways again at the others in the room.
A few of them seemed to be no better off, Lore was still bleeding out, a piece of glass sticking out of him. and Hayes, the kid looked a mess.

The other seemed to be sore, but Jerome couldn't tell of any other injuries. In fact, the youngest one seemed to me pretty damn spry when he finally came to.
The noise of his yelling drew Jerome's attention, but it didn't stop there, more pissed off then any of the others in the room, the kid started tryin' to fight, complete with mouthin' off to the captors.

Jerome couldn't straighten his back fully, he watched Shawn from under his brow, hunched forward. the tattooed man let out a few breaths of laughter, while deep, and carried across the room, they didn't have nearly the life behind it as usual, and it was short lived.
This one had some balls on him.  

[Gwennythe]

Lore's response was met with a nervous smile; it was hard for Tambrey to find it amusing as she was laying there, painfully aware of the armed Galactics milling about above them.
"I remember being promised pizza." She tried anyway.

As Jerome mentioned keeping themselves alive, it served as a prompt for Tambrey to have another try at a proper look around.
Xander did not look well, and that worried her, but what else could they do? He didn't seem visibly injured, just... There was something wrong.
Then there was Lore, with glass sticking from him, Hayes covered in blood...
She couldn't tell much about Aulus, but he was moving around, so she supposed he wasn't too badly hurt; that was actually rather reassuring even if her sensei didn't have his stick.
Jerome himself seemed to be in considerable pain as he moved.
And then Shadow woke up.
Well, he did not seem... injured but she widened her eyes at the shouting.
"Sh-Shadow? Stop, stop..." She tried, hissing at him quietly. "They're not going to care..." Her mind was on the weapons up there- and the very real fact that more than light, they were going need medical attention. Her heart was also sinking a little bit as she considered something; what would Team Galactic do if they figured out ranks? She was sure they'd have a use for elites, for agents too, but grunts? As much as she hated it, she could imagine the word used for them; pawns. They'd be sacrificial.
"We... we need to remind them to keep us alive, treat injuries, not give them a.. reason to hurt us." She might have been wrong about it, Shadow's yelling might be just what was needed, but all she imagined as he shouted was the order coming through to 'shoot the noisy one' or something, and that wasn't something she wanted to see at all.  

[TawnyAngel]

When Shadow started shouting Aulus grimaced and looked up at the guards, hoping that they wouldn't take offence and start taking pot shots. "Calm down would you kid," he snapped as he shuffled awkwardly towards Jerome, "she's right you're not helping the situation!" No need to go shouting names all over the place, right? They might already know, but if they didn't there was no reason to tell... s**t, they'd taken their 'dexes. Well that was just perfect, wasn't it?

"How y'doing?" he asked Jerome once he was closer; the guy looked tough, but he knew perfectly well that tough only went so far when you were bleeding profusely. Wasn't like he could do much right now to help with his hands behind his back but... well, if it looked like anyone was going to pass out again maybe he'd start doing some shouting of his own, only something more constructive than Shadow's demands. "They must want us alive," he muttered to nobody in particular, "if they wanted us dead, we would be by now."