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[Conley POV]
"I honestly don't know what you Humans are expecting… armed so heavily like that while your scientist scurry into a kill box. It's like you want to die to my estranged partner and fellow Mythical. But what would I know? I'm just a mutt, as you've said, right?"
My words clearly have an effect on the armed forces and Pokémon as they looked at me with gazes saying, please stop talking. Pah fucking cowards, just because I can talk doesn't mean you need to look like it's something special when you're shaking in your skin at who is approaching. Although that is why I said what I said to the scientist, watching the scum of the planet tremble was delightful.
"You are living up to your personality, it leaves me in awe, Conley. Truly, it is always a good sight to watch you harass a bunch of children."
"Oh shush I'm only here because of you getting caught. Otherwise that punitive force you met would all be dead instead of being needed to treat you. Because if you die then Heathen will lecture me, AGAIN."
The old Golurk just cackled quietly as he leaned against his containment cell. While I would've loved to just have killed everyone here I can't leave my partner behind. After all he's not a legend or mythical so I must make sure he's able to survive. Skull and Heathen are the same with them being partners for infiltrations mostly. The two of us are breach and siege units out of the five of us.
"Godfather…. Do you ever wonder if Havoc is still alive?"
The old Golurk sagged before rubbing his head tiredly. His voice letting his age show now as he gazed at the armed grunts.
"That old gal is one tough dragon, if she is alive she's probably settled down and had children. As it's been well over ninety years since she's gone MIA during Operation Anubis."
Sighing I have to agree with the golem about her fate. Looking towards the door I chuckled, sensing who was right outside it. The Rockets tensed before a third of them and the doors were cut in half. As the damage set in with blood of both Human and Pokémon spraying and gushing as their lives ended. The doors fell apart and standing there with a hatchet covered in Psychic energy was Heathen.
"Did a Human just use Psycho Cut…?"
"I look Human, but I'm actually half Pokémon since I've somehow ended up here. After being eaten alive by a bear turned ghoul."
"Wha…"
Chuckling at him stumping the Rockets, Heathen vanished before left and right lives were reaped. His form switched between solid, gaseous, and liquid frequently with strikes from his hatchet cleaving heads from bodies. As he danced around the room with careful and practiced footwork to avoid strikes and falling bodies. A Pidgey stayed up high refusing to join the fight so Heathen with the flick of a wrist flung a Trick Knife through the bird. They blinked confused before a child's fist sized hole blew their chest cavity out.
When all the armed grunts were dead Heathen simply tossed a glowing pointed seed at the safe room door. Its tip faces the door as vines sprout to hold it in place. With a click of his tongue the seed explodes. Upon exploding a hole is blasted into the room which quickly becomes filled with poisonous and acidic spores. Screams resound before quickly fading as greenery slowly but surely came from the room. The scientist and their Pokémon become fertilizer for such a scene.
Chuckling I broke my containment along with Godfather's with a high pitched sonic howl. Upon being free the three of us did some house cleaning and liberation. Forty cases of two hundred PokeBalls each strapped to Godfathers back as we left. The once hidden research lab is a smoldering wreck behind us as the ground caved in.
[????? POV]
Cleaning the grave of an old dragon matriarch were a young Dragapault and Noivern. The grave's grave marker denoting the dead matriarch as Havoc Lockhart. The two young dragons tending to the grave suddenly perked up feeling a sudden bone chilling gust of wind. It reminded them of what the matriarch would do subconsciously when a fated meeting was to occur. For she ALWAYS knew when something was coming and if it would affect their lives.
They didn't know what meeting they'd be having but it'd be either good or bad. They just hoped the matriarch was watching over them from the Distortion World.