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"Now what do you mean by that?" Pamela asked. "I'm not sure I've heard of any M, and the only person of myself, Aran, Xander, Alyssa, and Mirasa whose name begins in that letter is the last one, who has no position for me to usurp."

She paid little attention to the unpleasant scientist, though she did hear what he had said. She tossed it into that part of her mind where things that might be important later went, and did not answer him directly.



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Alyssa was vaguely aware of the sound of a key turning in the lock outside but she didn't react. She was still staring numbly at the caretaker's unmoving body. She had no idea what she should do. She desperately wanted to do something to help him but what was there that she could do? And she'd still got to get away somehow or sooner or later someone with some real ability to stop her was going to arrive and she'd be carried away to some internment centre for 'her own safety'. No, they'd probably charge her with assault, or even attempted murder! And what if he died? Was he even still alive now? She wasn't sure. Was he still breathing? She couldn't tell. She might get charged with homicide! They might decide to execute her! She had to escape, get away to... somewhere.

Panic was beginning to rise in her once again, but almost as quickly the realisation came to her that for the first time since this nighmare began there was no-one actively chasing her. They were out there; she was in here, and the door was locked. For a couple of minutes at least she could afford to gather her thoughts and try to think rationally instead of running. She took a few deep breaths.

Stop, she told herself. Think.

Her heart was still racing - she could feel it - but at least she wasn't hyperventilating. So, what were her options? Very few, it seemed, and things were already different from the previous time so she couldn't rely on knowledge of the past. Last time the caretaker had still been conscious. He had dropped her and got out, and everyone had turned straight to him and his injuries. She had dashed out again before anyone thought to lock the door. Then a sprint across the front lawn and down the drive had got her out into the street before anyone managed to catch up, and there she found a place to hide. But things were totally different now.

She had to force her mind to think logically. The only exits were the door, which was locked, and guarded on the outside, and the window. And then there was the caretaker, who desperately needed help. But no sign of a first-aid kit, she noted as she ran her eyes around the room. Not that a first-aid kit would be much use against the level of injuries he had sustained, nor was she in a position to offer CPR: she'd probably end up getting more acid on his skin, and poisoning him to boot. So, she was going to have to ignore him. Much as the thought horrified her, that simplified matters considerably; she could focus all her energies once again on escaping.

The first order of business of course had to be to find a way to get out of the window. Her acid had no effect on glass and if she smashed the pane it would be heard outside and she would give away her intentions instantly. There was a small openable pane at the top, but it was it was far too high to climb through and it would be a tight squeeze to fit through at all. Still, she could see no other alternative. She was also becoming acutely aware that her own clothing was suffering severely from its acid soaking. The fabrics she was wearing were less susceptible than those of the caretaker, but they weren't going to last much longer. That was going to add to her problems when it came to getting away - IF she managed to get out of this room. She already looked strange enough and passers-by were inevitably going to notice her, but looking strange AND wearing disintegrating clothing was going to set people's minds working. Someone was sure to contact the police and report her location.

This isn't going to work, she thought. I'm not going to make it. I'm not going to get away this time...

A wave of despair threatened to overtake her, but that very desperation forced her to push the thought from her mind and concentrate on making the most of every available second. What was in this room? What could she use to get to that high window? Dragging the desk would make too much noise; the chair wasn't high enough. The large filing cabinet would be too heavy to move. Ah, but there was a small one by the desk and it was on casters. Now, just so long as they didn't squeak... She managed to roll that unit to the window without attracting attention, as far as she could tell. It still wasn't quite high enough but maybe some books on the top...

She peered out of the window. No-one was in sight outside on that side of the building. She stretched up and undid the window catch, then fetched the chair, stepped up on to it, and from there tentatively put a foot on the top of the pile of books. Cringing at the thought of the horrible noise they'd make if they slid off, not to mention the crash she'd make if she fell off with them, she very carefully let her foot take her weight and pulled herself up, holding tightly to the top of the lower window pane for support. So far so good. Now came the difficult bit. It was too far from the ground to go through head-first so, without causing the books to slide, she had to get her other leg and her torso through the narrow opening and then pull the supporting leg through after them. She was trembling with fear, which made the operation twice as difficult, and her skin was melting the paint on the frame, making it slippery. But at least she did fit through the gap. She began to believe she might even make it.



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In the time it took Aly to move the cabinet and start climbing out the window more voices could be heard outside the office.

"So she's in this room over here?"

"Yes, our caretaker Mike carried her in there, but neither left, so we had to lock the door to keep her from hurting anyone else."

"Alright miss, stand back, We're going to take a moment to ready and then we're going to attempt to talk to her. If she is unresponsive or overly agressive we will need to breach. Are there any other exits from that room."

"There's a window, but it should be too high for her to reach."



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Alyssa heard the voices outside but couldn't make out what was being said. Nevertheless, she could tell that at least one of those voices was an unfamiliar male. That meant outside help must have arrived. And that in turn meant that any second now someone was likely to unlock the door. She had to get away and out of sight, and very quickly. With a frantic effort she pushed herself through the window.

Two things happened: the force of that final push caused the pile of books to capsize and go thudding to the floor, and the unexpected jolt as they slipped out from beneath her foot made her lose her grip and instead of dropping lightly, feet-first, to the ground outside, she landed hard on her back and hit her head on the compacted soil of the lawn. The short, dry grass did little to cushion the fall and the impact stunned her momentarily. Spots appeared before her eyes and everything threatened to black out, but she managed to remain conscious. She forced herself to her feet and, despite being barely able to see, and feeling very dizzy, she set off at a run.



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Back in the infirmary the doctor turned back to Aran. "She'll be fine, we've already taken core of her wounds using medicine and nanites, which should be out of her system by now. Really we're just taking advantage of this rare moment of defencelessness to give her a cocktail of nutrients to help stabilize her health, what with her usual appetite of whatever she can get her hands on." She explained. "We're keeping her sedated so she doesn't wake up and react as poorly as we expect to having tubes in her arm. You're free to go if you want, just head down the hall to your left and take the elevator to the lobby. there should be a shuttle that will take you to the civilian sector of the station." She finished.
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Then the entire station Shook violently.



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"Aww! Don't I get to enjoy your delightful company any longer? I feel wounded. Now you'll have to fix me all over again," Aran quipped. "I'll just go and..."

He staggered and and only just managed to maintain his balance as the whole place shook. Instruments and and containers clattered the floor.

"Whoa! What was that? An earthquake? In space?"



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Kepler was suddenly standing the doorway, as if he had just been passing by. "No, Mr Saber. That was Lancel." He pulled a wrapper from a pocket. "Mento?"

=-=-=-=-=-= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmRUGqcsWOA =-=-=-=-=-=

Two decks above central command, things were less placid. A behemoth of a man had just drop-kicked an armoured escort, grabbed his partner mid-spin and thrown him against the wall. The drop-kicked guard had rallied valiantly with a roll to the side and pulled out two flash-bang grenades, hurling them at the most recent subject to arrive on the station: Lancel of Masek.

The flashbangs exploded, causing Lancel to stagger momentarily before a surge of purifying magic repaired his retinas and ears. Lancel tossed his head to one side to clear some of his grey-blond hair from his eyes and charged at the heroic guard, grabbing him bodily when he reached him and continuing to charge, smashing into the wall hard enough to physically smash through it, shaking the entire station. The unlucky guard who had been used as a meat shield, most of his bones now crushed, was dropped onto the clipped lawn of the fake park in the middle of the station. Alarms were sounding and the lights were dropped as security systems sealed doors and activated forcefields.

Lancel looked, spying the tiny bistro/cafe where Pamela had eaten lunch the last time she had taken her pokemon for a stroll around the park. He walked over, looking inside through the glass, and smashed a huge fist through the door before almost gingerly opening the door from the inside through the hole. Walking past the counter and currently empty displays, he squeezed into the back to where there was still food, selecting a few things that seemed appealing and then walking back outside and sitting in the very chair Pamela had settled herself earlier.

He would wait for the rest of the station's defence forces to arrive, here, in his arena of choice, and give them a lesson in the repercussions of hubris. When he was satisfied, then he would level the rest of the station, and take his leave, as his leisure.



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Pamela was unfazed by the tremor, and merely placed her notes into her bag, stood, and readied the Pokéballs of her Houndoom and Murkrow. She buttoned her jacket and adjusted her hat as if she were about to go out for a stroll while lights grew dim and the sounds of security measures coming into effect came from all about, but then her entire expression changed; the alteration was slight, but striking, and a bit difficult to put into words — she had gone from being a rather flighty old woman to an officer ready to rally her troops, and gave off an oddly placid feeling.

"I believe we have been attacked, and I would know by what," she said to the unpleasant scientist.



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"Assuming that wasn't an odd space debris that slipped by the sensors, if we are under attack of a magnitude to vibrate this portion of the station, odds are it is from an external threat. Which of your monsters are able to function in a complete vacuum?" The scientist asked. "Unless someone sends for you I would assume you would be a nuisance to the stations trained staff of payed killers they use a security."



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"Since you are not important enough to know, I suggest you contact somebody who is," Pamela answered as if she were speaking to a slow-witted child. "The longer you wait, the greater the chance you will die."



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Alyssa had not quite reached the main entrance gate when her flight was suddenly interrupted as the ground beneath her feet shuddered violently. The quake overcame her already precarious balance and the next thing she knew she was sprawled face-down on the ground.

"No!!" she thought to herself. Not now! Not an earthquake!

But then it struck her that the confusion caused by such an event might work in her favour - the confusion and chaos caused by such an event should enable her to slip away unnoticed. Nevertheless, her hope was shortlived: the tremor was only momentary and died almost as abruptly as it started, and no others followed. (Of course. she found herself thinking, This is New York. How often does this place get major earthquakes? She hauled herself to her feet once again, already a lot more clear-headed than she had been just moments ago, and, following a glance over her shoulder took off again. The quake would probably provide a momentary distraction to the staff but it couldn't be more than minutes before they opened the door to the office, and then they'd be straight after her. Seconds later she was out in the street and looking out for somewhere to lie low.



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"My not knowing has more to do with the likely hood of it being a surprise attack than my relative significance aboard this Station, I assure you." The scientist said, pulling up his tablet and tapping on it a few times. "Hmm... Hull breach in the civilian sector, Whatever has attacked has breached our shielding and, logically due to the cessation of seismic activity they stopped shortly thereafter. Either the threat was destroyed, or the hull breach was used as an access point for an invading force. I'd wager on the former, but either way, it is unlikely for our current location to still be under threat, especially given that this is roughly one of the most secure locations of the station. At anyrate, anyone that needs saving would be towards the center of the station." He explained with a bored expression waving his hand dismissively towards the exit. The Shuttle should take you there. I will continue to do my job."



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Aran looked up in surprise at the unexpected sound of Kepler's voice from the doorway.

"Oh, hi! Didn't see you there. Who's Lancel?"

He tried to think through all the test subjects he'd met since arriving on the station. The name didn't ring any bells.

"I don't think I know him. Is he being put through a test? They must be making him do something pretty major if it's shaking the whole station. What's his special ability?"

He glanced down at the wrapper in Kepler's hand. Its appearance suggested confectionery to him, but appearances could be deceiving.

"And what's a Mento?"



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Pamela did not spare the time to answer the unpleasant scientist again, and had already begun to walk away before he had finished speaking. She left the room with a nod from the guard, and proceeded down the corridor to the facility where Tilly was contained. The guard at the door looked perplexed to see her.

"What has happened?" she asked him.

"Your guess is as good as mine," he answered. "I wasn't informed of your coming...;" here, the man stopped short, and appeared to be receiving new orders. "Frighteningly prompt, you are; go ahead — you've clearance to retrieve that monster."

"Very good," Pamela said.

The guard nodded, and opened the door for her. She retrieved her Tyranitar, and from there went to the infirmary. The nurse she met looked nonplussedly at her and said, "You don't appear to be injured."

"My appearance does not deceive you," she answered, but then she spied Kepler down a corridor, and passed over the nurse in favour of speaking to him. He was just offering Aran some candy when she arrived (Aran seemed not to know what it was), though she had not heard what had passed between them before.

"Ah, good, perhaps you will know what's about," she said to Kepler as she was stepping around him; then she saw that Aran was awake.

"If he's in fighting shape, that's certainly for the better," she thought.



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"It's just candy. It's good, take it, just don't drink much soda." He turned when Pamela addressed him, then looked back at Aran. Then back at Pamela.

"Ah, good, perhaps you will know what's about," she said to Kepler as she was stepping around him.

"Nobody told you about any of this? They just throw Tilly at you and hope for the best? Whatever, don't answer. Lancel broke out. Pretty sure he was waiting for the opportune moment after surreptitiously damaging his restraints when he arrived. At least that makes the most sense, so that he could map the interior of the station as best he could while they escorted him to containment. He's a subject like you guys, except several orders of magnitude greater in power. Don't bother debating it; he's an ersatz Superman if Superman didn't have any kryptonite, which really if you ask me is a rather impressive example of power escalation since he has to be some sort of challenge to anybody here beyond the measure of a one on one fight to be any sort of interesting storytelling. Wouldn't call it smart but it's an okay substitute. It'll hold everybody's attention anyway.

"He's got a grudge to hold with everybody because reasons. Bit of an ongoing struggle with pride. He's super strong, super tough, heals absurdly fast, can manipulate magic directly at limited levels, but uses it internally to manipulate other varieties of EM energy packets, and also has crude telekinesis.

"Mento?" He offered one to Pamela this time. "What's your plan, Pam?"



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As Kepler explained the situation, the doctor looked at her datapad, then moved back over to Mirasa.
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Aran's expression didn't change as Kepler launched into his explanation, but inwardly he went from interested to utterly confused as he tried to follow talk of kryptonite, storytelling and substitution. But what he did manage to pick up sounded disconcerting at the least.

Before Pamela had a chance to reply he interjected, "Are you saying some kind of superhuman with a bad attitude has gone on a rampage and you're just sending in Pamela? You've just said he's vastly more powerful than any of the rest of us. Okay, she's got her pokémon so she wouldn't be truly alone but this isn't simply one of your tests, is it? This is a real, potentially life-threatening situation! You can't expect her to go into that on her own! There's a real risk of her getting killed by this guy! You've been collecting up people like us for months now. Surely we should all work together on this - minimise the risk to any one individual and actually stand a decent chance of stopping him. Besides, it's unchivalrous to sit back and let a lady of mature years do all the work," he added with a cheeky wink at Pamela.



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Kepler blinked, unphased, at Aran's outburst.

"One, that's the sort of wild emotionality that keeps you as the Lancer or, given the right group comp, the Chick, instead of the Leader. Two, I'm not a 'you' I'm a 'we'. The difference between you and me is you passed the physical tests I failed, but I just happened to be calibrated for a different level of brain function than you. I'm a collected, not a collector. Three, I'm not sending anybody anywhere, I just happen to know that whatever anybody does, Pamela's going to find a way to throw a pokeball into the fight, so it's best if she has a mastermind behind the effort so she nor her pokemon become the token dead guy. Four, don't be stupid, we know you're going in there too. In fact, I used that Dick Scientist Guy's ID and clearance to get one of the NPCs to deliver your weapons and such. They should be here right about now. Five, I will be very lucky if I don't get sent in there. I mean have you seen me? I have the potential to do about as much damage to Lancel as a wet toothpick.

"That was a callous assumption, a creepy insinuation and personally kind of insulting of my intelligence. You're being a bad person right now."



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Aran was on the verge of feeling affronted at Kepler's criticism but any offence was overridden by his surprise at this new information.

"Wait, you're one of us? But you're on the staff. You sit in the labs and analyse our performance. I've seen you there in your white coat and..."

He stopped and peered briefly at the lettering on Kepler's coat.

"Ok. It's not your white coat, I now realise, but you can hardly blame me for thinking you were one of them. Well, this is an interesting turn of events. You must be quite the genius if they've recruited you for your brainpower alone.

"So, I'll stop implying you're a callous, irrational member of the corporate heirarchy if you stop calling me a bad person. Do we have dea...? Ah! Here comes my equipment, right on cue."

A shortish dark-complexioned man wearing what presumably was his own lab coat walked in at that moment, carrying Aran's distinctive double scabbard, with the hilts of the two kodachi protruding neatly from their respective ends, along with a small case containing the unequipped materia. Aran took them when they were proffered.

"Thanks. So you're an NPC. Pleased to meet you. I think."

He drew each sword and checked it over.

"I could have done without another boss fight quite so soon," he muttered, before returning his attention to Kepler, "but since it appears we've got one whether I want it or not, anything else you can you tell us about this Lancel guy?"



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Kepler nodded acquiescence to the deal. "What else would you like to know? He'll be able to shrug off a lot of your materia so you'll have to find creative ways to use it in combination to overwhelm him. And I knwo you haven't mastered passive reflection yet, which is a pity. It'd be helpful."



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The doctor walked back from Mirasa, holding her tablet up. "I feel I should point out that in general, the employees of this place are overworked public servants here for a paycheck and perform their own jobs as ethically as possible. I feel a little insulted that you identify a white Labcoat with evil as a reaction." She said. "But I digress. According to these recordings taken while he was in transit Lancel possesses several non-standard organs which appear to be primary centers for the creation and exertion of the fifth force. These are inextricably tied to his major organs in such a way that the removal or suppression of said organs are likely to kill him. Likely why he wasn't issued a stronger restraining system in that regard. Hmmm... I haven't really seen tissue samples this inundated with energy outside the Lethain Family main branch. You might be able to give him a proper injury by driving a train over him, assuming you could keep him still long enough to hit him with one. And unlike the Lethains he can keep up this level of strength for an extended period of time, so wearing him down fighting several people isn't likely."



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Pamela, through Aran's outburst, pondered possible strategies for battling with Lancel.

"Given what you've told me, I can think of several possible tactics for dealing with him, but the first thing I shall need to know is our objective: is it desired that we destroy this Lancel, or merely capture him?" she asked.



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"How should I know?" Kepler asked. "I mean, really, the only person who can answer that is whomever's in charge of the station at the moment. Boss has been called out deal with some...uh...shall we say, 'asset acquisition'. It's not a test, this is an actual attack by an outside force. He was brought in as a subject, so I imagine that the powers that be will be pretty pissed off if he's killed." Kepler paused for a moment, wide eyes unblinking. "No but really I already know you're not going to be able to kill him, so yeah, whatever anybody tells you, you're subduing him."



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After Kepler spoke up, The Doctor's datapad started to beep.

She pulled it up to respond. "Yes?"

<<This is Security Chief Masters Doctor Walters, Can you explain to me why you're looking up the current focus of my attention? We haven't released the cause of the situation to your security clearance yet.>>

"Well I'm here with Kepler and..." Dr. Walters began before being cut off.

<<Of course he is. Pass me over... I know you can already hear me Kepler. Just what are you planning?>>



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Kepler accepted the datapad with one hand with his eyes closed, breathing slowly to himself as if counting in his head. H opened his eyes and smiled.

"If we take into account what we know, then it's obvious that we won't be able to simply put him down with a single exertion of massive force. Not only would it fail, but it would also cause significant collateral and structural damage that would be a further liability to us and mean nothing to Lancel. Something that I've no doubt our good Chief Masters here would want to avoid," Kepler said with another smile that seemed distinctly not-Kepler-ish. "Combine this with the fact that Lancel himself is an asset that the station would like to preserve and a life we simply would prefer not to take, and we have, as mentioned, a scenario where we must subdue the target. That is the mission." Kepler opened a visual link to Masters.

"Chief Masters, if you would be so kind as to level some of the heaviest testing apparatus with the biological safeties disengaged at Lancel now--I'm thinking of the tank robot--that should provide enough of a distraction that we can organise. Lancel is tough, smart and has stamina and endurance on his side. But similar to other champion opponents with high resistance and adaptability--Raine, Dasah--we should be able to overwhelm him with tactics." Kepler saw Masters making a note on his end, hopefully notifying the activation of the tankbot. "We should keep in mind that he is accustomed to combating large scale infantry, perhaps with air support, that are co-ordinated from a single perspective, seeing as he ruled a significant portion of a planet after simply landing there and conquering it. What he will be less accustomed to are multiple co-ordinated strike forces with distinct and individual patterns that do not co-ordinate with each other. To utilise that without shooting each other, we should probably operate in waves. The Tankbot will be the first wave, along with any automated defences in the park area where he has situated himself. Treat it like a seigebreaking manoeuvre. Wave two should be Aran and Pamela's pokemon.

Kepler took the moment to direct his full attention to the older woman, putting a hand on her shoulder, smile unwavering. "If you could, focus on pokemon and abilities that provide a great deal of avoidance and apply impeding conditions such as paralysis, sleep, freeze, burn, etc. Save weather manipulation and outright power for later, if possible. Will be best to reserve your Tyranitar for later as well. Lots of tank, lots of power; a good surprise. Odds are that Hettie, Sally and Cassie will be the prime options here.

"Aran," Kepler nodded to himself with a thoughtful expression. "You'll need to do some creative support of the pokemon, I think. You have minor cures, which will undoubtedly be helpful, as well as Target All and Haste. Run interference when you don't need to focus on direct support. The longer the pokemon can apply conditions from multiple locations," Kepler pointed at Pamela, "which is important--grouping as would be done in formal battling would be catastrophic," he turned back to Aran, "then the longer Wave Two can operate and the greater the odds of Wave three succeeding.

"For Phase Three we'll want Tilly, Millie and Jeanne from Pamela so that we can lay on a lot of stress with Unnerve and Pressure. Lancel will likely be worn down and be trying to down enemies because outlasting will be a worrisome manoeuvre for him. Which means Jeanne's Flashfire has a greater chance of being helpful. Especially," Kepler smiled again, displaying clam pleasure with his own plan, "once we have Mirasa up and about and getting Mander into the fight. Let him make it hot for Jeanne and harder for Lancel to maintain." Kepler gave his full attention back to Masters and Walters. "If at any point we can deploy Falkner or Xander, Falkner for Wave One and Xander for Wave Three. Ideally Falkner would be better for Wave Two, but he'd be too difficult to work with or co-ordinate and could backfire very badly with Aran's materia. And would outright cancel any effectiveness Xander could lend to the final push."



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