Eeveelution Temporal Alliance RP

This is where the actual RP will take place. The template will be in a separate thread. Let the RP... begin!

In the dawn of June 24th, 2032, Glai is out on his morning rounds, making his way towards the control bridge located at the entrance of the stronghold.

*Skertus had just left his private office and was headed to the control bridge as well. He sees Glai.*

Hey there Glai. Life treating you good?

"Alright, I suppose Skertus...you?" he asks, sitting at a command station.

"I'm good sir. A bit bored but good."

"...You don't need to call me sir."

"I know. I just got used to calling you that when I joined the ETA."

"It's fine, Skertus...any reports on Sableye movement?"

"Nothing right now. Well at least I haven't seen or gotten reports of any movement."

"Want to go scouting for some?"

"Sure. I've got nothing else to do really."

"Alright...grab a few Weavile and meet me outside."

"Right away sir...heh the Weavile. Times have changed. They used to be on your ass the whole time. Every time they wanted help from me it had something to do with you and the others."

"Yup...I remember...Bring some with you...like two or three."

"Alright."
*He leaves and finds three Weavile easily thanks to his visor's ability to track people*
"Hey. The three of you are needed for some scouting. Are you up for it?"

The Weavile nod. Glai meanwhile head outside to wait.

"Ok then follow me."
*He goes outside and meets up with Glai."
"We're ready sir."

"Call me Glai...please, Skertus." he says, motioning for the Weavile and Skertus to follow him.

"I'll work on it."

*He opens a map/radar on his visor and then follows Glai.*

Glai heads over a bluff and continues ahead, passing some time-frozen rocks and snow flakes.

*Skertus continues to follow Glai. He form a stream of water from his hand and toys around with it, moving around the group.*

"So Glai, has anything interesting been happening lately?"

"Not much, but-" just as he says that a shot rings out, and one of the Weavile yell in pain.

*Skertus pressurizes the stream of water and sends it flying towards the source of the shot, cutting through a few trees in it's path.*

"Sorry but it looks like we have been rudely interrupted."

The Weavile clutches his chest as blood flows from the wound, and he falls to the ground, dead. The other Weavile grabs his Phase Pistol.

Weavile-"Who's ther-AGH!!!"

Another shot rings out, the Weavile falling back, dead.

"This is why I don't like guns. People will just stay out of sight, point those things, and pull the trigger. I don't see the skill in that.*

*He goes to the third Weavile*

"They won't be getting you."

*He tries to locate the attackers using his visor.*