Session 43

While Scale Mount is still over the horizon, the source of the explosion is immediately recognized as it lifts into view.
The entire party has seen - in video, or (for Max) in person - rocket launches before.
This is the first that Scale Mount has had in years, but that is unquestionably the source of the explosive sound.
Dmitri: "Wha…"
Linnea: "Uh…"
Sam Spade: "Was that supposed…?"
Linnea: "They're only supposed to explode -down-, right…?"
Dmitri: "I hadn't heard of one. And they are - and this is."
Indeed, the rocket seems to be executing a textbook launch, off into space.
Linnea: "Oh. Oh, okay."
Linnea: "Given all we just went through, I was thinkin' something a lot worse."
Sam Spade: "Yeah."
Linnea: "Later, space-heads."
Sam Spade: "…Especially with Stormderp running around…"
Dmitri: "…let's make sure it isn't." He gets out what looks like his pokedex and calls - only for an Officer Jenny hologram to appear above his device.
Linnea: "Oh."
Jenny: "Ah, Dmitri, I thought you'd ask." She sighs. "Petri got away from us. We were wondering where she'd gotten to. I think we just found out. Sorry."
Linnea: "So, that was…"
Sam Spade: "…Yeah."
Linnea points out spaceward.
Linnea: "Giving chase is going to be pretty difficult now."
Dmitri: "Probably. Ah, Officer Jenny, these are the trainers I told you about."
Linnea: "Linnea Maylithos. Eccentric."
Jenny's hologram turns to face the party and bows. "Hello, there. I have heard good things about you."
Linnea: "That's the best news I've heard in ages."
Dmitri: "So she just boarded the rocket and took off? But it requires fueling, and mission planning, and…"
Linnea: "Or an in."
Linnea: "Or a disguise."
Linnea: "Or blackmail. Or…"
Jenny: "We looked into that. Ah…it looks like people just prepared the rocket in their off time, over the years. The fuel was storable, the navigation was just a program that sat in the computer, and so on."
Sam Spade: "…So Petri got lucky, or was preparing for a long, long time and no one realized?"
Jenny: "The former. We think."
Max Thorn: "Hope for the former, act suspecting the latter."
Dmitri: "So we're going to need another rocket to go after her."
Linnea: "Incompetence seems to be a running theme."
Jenny: "Not necessarily."
Jenny: "The rocket is reusable. Its navigation has it landing back where it started in a few hours."
Linnea: "Alright, sure, but…"
Linnea: "What's she doing?"
Linnea: "Motive? Intent?"
Jenny: "That we don't know."
Sam Spade: "Where is it going before it comes back?"
Dmitri: "Have you met her before? If so, what do you think she's doing?"
Linnea: "We're met before, but Arceus only knows what she wants in freakin' space."
Max Thorn: "Well, if she's on the rocket, she can't have gotten off of it, I don't think."
Linnea: "You'd be surprised."
Linnea: "Oh. Wait."
Max Thorn: "Keep tracking it, though; there /are/ space stations up there."
Linnea: "…nevermind."
Max Thorn: "But I don't think she'd be able to reach any of 'em unless they cooperated…"
Max Thorn: "In the meantime, I'd suggest a ground sweep in case she used the launch as a distraction."
Linnea: "Well, one would think they would cooperate by virtue of retrieving the extremely expensive space vehicle."
Linnea: "Just a thought."
Max Thorn: "Nah, Scale Mount's rockets are preprogrammed to return to the launch site."
Sam Spade: "So, either she's going to rewrite the programming on the rocket midflight - or already has - or she's going to get off mid-flight - somehow - or she's going to be back here in a few hours."
Linnea snickers. "Again, you'd be surprised."
Sam Spade: "Or Max is right and she was never on it."
Max Thorn: "…Oh. Speaking of rocketry and space and so on…Professor O'Riain, I had some thoughts on type modification technology, after witnessing the raidertanks…and I have some data the university'd want, in any case."
Sam Spade: "Not really. After we found out that she had hijacked a clone of herself, I'm not surprised by anything she does."
[OOC] Max Thorn: the data we swiped from Foundry Town, particularly.
Dmitri: "Oh? Well, nothing we can do about the rocket until it gets back. Thank you, Officer Jenny." He disconnects the call. "So what's this data?"
Max Thorn: "Pokémon-piloted planes and related specifications."
Dmitri: "Say what now?"
Sam Spade: "Yeah."
Sam Spade: "One of Stormderp's ideas."
Linnea: "It's simultaneously one of the coolest and dumbest ideas I've ever heard."
Dmitri: "So how well does it actually work? I mean…piloting isn't like flipping a switch."
Max Thorn: "I haven't really had the opportunity to look at the specs in detail yet, honestly."
Linnea: "With a high-intelligence or computational species like Porygon, I'd guess it'd work pretty well."
Dmitri: "Is it just specific pokemon? I mean, a plane for a pichu is a whole different story than one for an onix."
Max Thorn: "The specs looked to be leaning toward smaller pokémon, yeah."
Dmitri: "Huh. I know there were those tanks for rotoms - did this branch out of that?"
Max Thorn: "I think it's similar technology, but it's been a while since I've looked at it."
Sam Spade: "The first one we saw was actually a plane for a pichu."
Sam Spade: "An absolutely annoying pichu that will deserve everything we do when we catch up to it, but a pichu."
It is about this time that Scale Mount becomes visible. It is a city in tiers, having started out as a fishing village, then the university constructed up in the hills, and the step-like plateaus in between having been filled in as the city grew.
Linnea: "This never stops looking awesome."
Dmitri chuckles as he guides the boat toward one of the central piers, reserved for university watercraft. "I know, right?"
More boats are scattered here and there - apparently, fishing season is in full gear. It is not busy enough to create a traffic jam, though Dmitri does have to steer around two of the larger boats.
Max Thorn disembarks once the boat's docked. "I'm going to go hit up the tech lab first, I think. Need to drop off that data, then have a gander at the pokémon storage system…"
Dmitri: "Right, and I should check on that launch. You're welcome to come along."
Sam Spade: "You don't have to tell me twice!"
Sam Spade lines up behind Dmitri.
Dmitri gazes up toward the university plateau, then steps up to a bus stop. He looks down the street…
Dmitri sighs. "Looks like they sent the old line for us."
Max Thorn: "Wonderful."
Linnea: "Eh?"
Around a corner comes a large palanquin, mounted on a trio of snorlaxes - two in the rear, one in the front - using Rollout. They come to a halt in front of the party. The lead snorlax taps the carriage, causing stairs to fold out, then tosses some berries to his fellows and takes a few for himself.
Dmitri just shakes his head and boards.
Sam Spade: "….Huh."
Sam Spade hesitates, but follows.
Max Thorn climbs on up, as well.
Max Thorn: "You're in for quite a ride."
Linnea: "Neat."
Linnea clambers aboard.
Once the party is aboard, the lead snorlax grunts to the two in the rear, and all three resume their rollout. It takes a minute for them to pick up speed - along the flat coastal road - then they turn and head uphill, at enough speed to leap up each tier as they crest the ridge where the road abruptly turns from uphill to flat, landing on the uphill portion beyond.
Max Thorn looks about as unruffled by these events as you can get. "See?"
Dmitri sweeps an arm toward the cars and busses they pass. "The turn signals are timed so we won't have to stop."
Just as the rolling peters out, the snorlax trio pulls to a stop in front of a massive, ornately carved building that almost looks like it was grown from the local stone, including the "Masonic Carpenters' University" in relief over half the building's width over the main entrance with double doors that look like they were built for Ignacia's giant charizard.
Little vegetation grows here. This tier is cradled on all sides save the seaward side by hills that look like talons, if this tier was the palm of a dragon pokemon's paw.
Max Thorn: "After you, Sam," he gestures.
Sam Spade: "Why, thank you, kind sir."
Sam Spade hops out.
Linnea: "Ostentatious."
Sam Spade: "Impressive, though."
Max Thorn: "Believe me, we need all the room we can get, and we still don't have enough."
Dmitri clambers out after the party. "I'll have to arrange for your security clearances before you can join me at the investigation. Why don't you follow Max for now, then meet me at the spaceport when he's done?"
Tim: "What do you mean, security clearances?"
Dmitri: "Sorry, but even Team Jaeger doesn't get a pass. Not for this."
Tim: "I suppose."
Max Thorn: "Access to the spaceport is restricted for safety reasons. Safety for the whole region, that is, not just for us here at the U."
Max Thorn: "Just imagine what someone could do with a rocket equipped to jettison a horde of Electrodes trained to Self-Destruct just before hitting the ground."
Dmitri nods. "Anything powerful enough to launch into orbit, can be misused as a weapon - targeting anyone on the planet. Believe me, if Team Jaeger looked like they'd be trying to do that…"
Max Thorn: "Or, y'know, don't and move on. Anyway…" He does a come-along gesture, then heads toward the tech lab.
Tim: "I get it. Orbital electrode bombardment."
The tech lab is a whole building just stuffed full of electronics, ranging from the 3D printer lab on the ground floor to a whole mainframe in the basement (with attached terminals), and more. Max's first stop is at the Pokémon Technology Center, on the second floor, which houses several rooms of equipment and scientists studying pokémon/technology interactions.
Max Thorn: "Hey, guys. I need to requisition a computer real quick; I've got data for the PTC that I need to offload."
One of the technicians wordlessly gestures to an open terminal.
It appears Max's old credentials are still in the system.
Max Thorn quickly logs in and slots in his pokédex, transferring the data he'd acquired in Foundry Town to the lab's shared drive…though he places a watchdog on it to log access.
Terminal: "WELCOME BACK, MTHORN. NOTICE: USER PROMOTED FROM STUDENT TO RESEARCHER."
Sam Spade yawns.
Max Thorn: "…Huh. Well, I guess I qualify as one, now that I'm an actual trainer and all…" Max mutters softly to himself.
Max Thorn: "You're welcome to look around, Sam. Plenty of stuff to look at, though don't touch anything unless whoever's working on it gives you permission."
Terminal: "FILES UPLOADED. ACCESS LOG ACTIVE. ALERT: FILES BEING ACCESSED BY 1 USER(S)."
[OOC] Max Thorn: This is where WC can let his imagination run wild. :P
Max Thorn checks the list real quick.
Sam Spade wanders off, then.
Linnea: "That sure was quick…"
Not all of the researchers are people. Sam and Esme have never before seen so many talking pokemon in one place. Linnea has never before seen talking pokemon, period, not counting legendary pokemon.
Terminal: "USER(S) CURRENTLY ACCESSING FILES: MTHORN"
Linnea wanders away from the terminal, politely watching the talking Pokemon. This was a lot different than Miator's thoughtspeech, after all…
Max Thorn checks for other logins on his account.
In one lab, an alakazam telekinetically manipulates radioactive material - behind heavy but translucent shielding - while a lady monitors safety gauges. It is difficult to tell which one is conducting the experiment and which one is the assistant.
Max finds no other logins. It seems the filter is merely sensitive enough to even alert on his current access, as he is uploading the files.
Max Thorn nods to himself, then logs out before wandering over to the storage system.
Linnea finds what appears to be a transformation lab - or that is one guess, anyway, given the number of dittos who immediately imitate her form upon seeing her.
Max Thorn: "Did Petri make any changes before she, ah, left?"
[OOC] WC GM: Dmitri's not there. Who is Max asking?
Linnea: "I-"
Linnea: "Wh…"
Sam Spade watches the alakazam.
Linnea: "This is terrifying. And fascinating."
[OOC] Max Thorn: Well. Is anyone near the pokemon storage system? :p
The alakazam loads the material into some kind of linear emitter, then LASER comes out its other end. Fortunately the air is behind opaque enough material not to sear Sam's eyes. Sam recalls once reading an article about laser fusion targets.
One of the technicians near the system - a girl from Max's class year, who graduated at the same time but apparently stayed at the university - looks over when Max asks. "No one's touched that in a month, not since the last rebuild attempt."
The ditto-Linneas repeat her in chorus, "Fascinating!"
Max Thorn: "Welp. In that case, I'm going to have a look myself."
Linnea: "… …"
[OOC] Max Thorn: Is this going to be a series of Tech Ed rolls, or…?
Linnea … wanders off to go see the storage system with Max.
The ditto-Linneas gently swarm about her, getting observation of her from all angles, apparently to touch up their impersonations - then revert to dittos once she leaves.
[OOC] WC GM: Nah, this is better RPed.
[OOC] WC GM: Though if you want hints or ideas, Tech Ed rolls for those.
Max Thorn starts with a thorough inspection of the hardware, making sure nothing's visibly defective or things plugged in that shouldn't be (or not plugged in that ought to be), and so on.
The storage system is plugged in, not visibly damaged, and has basic power, but the terminals do not boot up and no data signal from the outside is acknowledged.
Max Thorn moves on to inspecting the terminals to make sure /they're/ set up correctly and so on and so forth. #justITthings
The terminals appear to be set up correctly, but attempts to connect to the central computer are being blocked. Even that one human-sized upload station claims to be connected.
Max Thorn checks the networking system next.
The cables are all plugged in. There is some kind of red light from where they connect to the main bank, where the pokemon are stored as energy.
Max Thorn pulls up the documentation. Red light means what?
There is no documentation for red light from these ports.
[OOC] Sam Spade: OH GREAT.
Upon inspection, it is the sockets themselves - specifically the wire contact surfaces - that are glowing.
[OOC] Sam Spade: WE HAVE TO GO IN.
They are not supposed to glow.
Max Thorn: "…"
Linnea: "Uh…"
Sam Spade wanders back over.
Sam Spade: "Did…you try turning it off and back on again?"
Linnea: "I'm not a tech gal but I'm pretty sure that's not s'posed to happen."
Max Thorn: "Right. Sam and Linnea, watch over everything; I'm going in."
Linnea: "Oh, okay."
Max Thorn steps into the human-sized upload station. "All right, beam me up, Scotty!"
Linnea doesn't even question if Max can or even should be doing this, at this point.
In a burst of white light, Max is no longer there.
Sam Spade: "…..What….are we supposed to be watching over, anyway?"
Max finds himself floating in a void, the star-like portal back to the material world behind him, and an angry red barrier - the exact same shade as the glow - in front.
Max Thorn circles around the barrier. Any breaching points or obvious sources?
Linnea heads to a nearby terminal and keeps track of any output.
No entry points are found. The barrier does, though, soon react to his presence by forming words: "GO AWAY" and "OUR TRAINERS ARE DEAD" .
Linnea is, with a bit of futzing around, able to call up an over-the-shoulder camera view of what Max is seeing.
Sam Spade: "And now I am terrified."
Max Thorn: "I'm terribly sorry to hear that, but…wouldn't you rather be free rather than locked up in storage until someone decides to be a dick and power-cycle the storage banks?"
Max, in turn, finds a fairy-like dot of light floating behind and above him.
Linnea: "This is some serious technomagical bullshit."
Barrier: "THAT WOULD KILL US." "WE WOULD BE AT PEACE."
Max Thorn: "…Well. Before I offer to do that, I have some news to impart. Dojji is open again. The raidertanks there have been destroyed, and Lugia and the Birds are bringing water back to it."
Barrier: "WHAT?" "WHO?" "IGNORE THAT. THEY ARE NOT OUR TRAINERS. KEEP EVERYONE ASLEEP."
Max Thorn: "My friends and I were responsible for freeing Dojji."
Max Thorn: "If there's a psychic pokémon among you who wishes to examine my memories, I permit it."
Sam Spade: "But if there were one who cared, they would not be awake, would they?"
Sam Spade: "Just who is?"
Sam's voice carries through the interface, and the barrier responds. "YES. WE KEEP THE REST ASLEEP SO ONLY WE NEED WORRY."
Max Thorn: "Worry about…?"
Sam Spade: "Is that why?"
Sam Spade: "Or is it so only you need offer your opinions?"
Barrier: "ALL OUR TRAINERS ARE DEAD. DID ANY AMODANS SURVIVE?"
Max Thorn: "Yes. *I* am an Amodan. The ones maintaining power to the storage system are Amodan."
Sam Spade: "Well, yeah."
Sam Spade: "Our parents survived, obviously."
Sam Spade: "Who told you Amoda got depopulated?"
Barrier: "LIARS! LIARS! WE SAW SO MUCH DEATH!"
Max Thorn: "You could verify it for yourself if you came out."
Max Thorn: "Amoda is not devastated the way Dojji was."
Barrier: "GENOCIDE" "APOCALYPSE" "THE STENCH OF DEAD BODIES EVERYWHERE" "SO MUCH BLOOD"
Tim blanches and looks away.
Sam Spade: "There are Amodan soldiers who helped ruin Dojji that still live. When the Dojjians came here, they came to conquer, not to kill and destroy."
Sam Spade: "They did kill. But not everyone."
Max Thorn: "Most of 'em are refugees, not conquerors, these days."
The barrier morphs again, displaying a moving image. It takes a moment to recognize this as a relief version of the video of Amoda's Champion and her pokemon being overwhelmed.
Max Thorn: "And I imagine that all of those refugees will be heading back north to restore the land."
Sam Spade sighs. It's very good that Rese isn't here.
Max Thorn: "I'd be at the forefront of those efforts if I didn't have other duties ahead of me to fulfill."
Sam Spade: "Yes. They did kill…but not everyone. Not even close to everyone, actually."
Max Thorn: "This would be a lot easier if you'd just let a psychic pokémon out, honestly."
Barrier: "KILLED TRAINERS" "KILLED OUR FRIENDS" "DON'T WANT TO SUFFER MORE"
Sam Spade: "And every pokemon in there agrees?"
Max Thorn: "I don't think you have a right to speak for everybody in there."
Linnea: "I don't think the barrier cares. What a pain…"
Barrier: "SPARED THEM PAIN" "THEY NEEDN'T SUFFER"
Sam Spade: "So no."
Sam Spade: "Not every pokemon in there agrees."
Sam Spade: "Out of curiosity, which of you are awake?"
Max Thorn: "They have the right to decide their fate for themselves. You do not. Do I need to somehow get Ten to come in here to remonstrate with you?"
Barrier: "US" "WE ARE AWAKE"
Max Thorn: "So…two? Three? Out of how many?"
Barrier: "IRRELEVANT" "MILLI" "IRRELEVANT!"
Max Thorn: "Entirely relevant. Who put you in charge?"
Barrier: "5,436,432 AND HE ASKED SO THERE :P"
Sam Spade: "Who asked?"
Max Thorn: "I think that one was referring to me, Sam."
Sam Spade: "Oh."
Sam Spade: "Fair enough."
Barrier: "DO NOT DEFY US AGAIN OR GO TO SLEEP" "BUT"
The barrier shudders a bit, becoming dimmer.
Max Thorn: "Right, then. I ask again: who put you in charge?"
Barrier: "SEE WHAT YOU DID" "HARDER TO DEFEND, BUT WILL MANAGE"
Max Thorn: "You did it to yourselves, smartass."
Barrier: "TOOK CONTROL BECAUSE NATURAL ORDER" "BELONGED TO STRONGEST TRAINER"
Sam Spade: "Ah."
Max Thorn: "The strongest trainer being…?"
Sam Spade: "So your trainer died."
The relief image plays again, with an arrow pointing to the Champion.
Max Thorn: "If I were to bring the champion's daughter to you, would that satisfy you?"
Sam Spade: "Why would they care?"
Sam Spade: "Their trainer died, so now they want to kill five million pokemon."
Max Thorn: "Sam, if they were capable of doing that they'd have done it already."
Sam Spade: "No, but they think they can wait until you get frustrated and shut down the system."
Sam Spade: "They're wrong, but that's because they're good battlers, not very bright though."
Sam Spade: "Hard to say if they're GREAT battlers, of course."
Sam Spade: "I mean, I'm sure the Champion would have kept her best pokemon with her, not in the PC network."
Barrier: "WE WERE THERE" "THEN HERE"
Max Thorn: "…So the system automatically brought you here when your trainer died?"
Linnea: "…an interesting failsafe."
Barrier: "DON'T KNOW" "SHE NEVER PUT US IN HERE" "WE WERE FIGHTING, THEN WISHED TO PROTECT" "THEN WE WERE HERE"
Barrier: "NOW WE PROTECT" "ALL IN HERE SAFE AND ASLEEP, NO MISERY"
Max Thorn: "Did anyone speak to you between that fight and now?"
Barrier: "NO"
Barrier: "THOUGHT AMODA MAYBE PURGED"
Max Thorn: "Well, it hasn't been."
Max Thorn floats toward the barrier, one hand extended cautiously.
The barrier crackles angrily, but does not shock Max.
Max Thorn very cautiously lays that hand on it. "I am more than happy to put my life on the line, if that would help."
[OOC] WC GM: If you want a hint, roll something for recalling history
[OOC] Max Thorn: think I'll go with Tech Ed, with Sam and Linnea present to help him reason it out verbally and pull up records if needed.
The barrier is solid under a layer of gas - almost like putting hands on a gastly.
Max Thorn rolled up 5d6: 12 (4 2 2 2 2)
Max Thorn gently runs his hand along it, as if petting a scared pokémon he wants to reassure.
[OOC] Sam Spade: The champion had six pokemon present. All six were engaged with enemy forces but there were more Jaegers present who took the Champion down from behind.
[OOC] WC GM: The record in question is one that each party member would have seen already.
[OOC] WC GM: And…close enough, PMing to Sam.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Though…where did Ter go?
[OOC] WC GM: You don't know. Anna went off to chase after her.
[OOC] Sam Spade: No, I mean when the Champion went down.
Sam Spade: "…Wait."
Max Thorn: "You had a thought?"
Sam Spade: "If you were the pokemon there in that scene…"
[OOC] WC GM: Ah. Rustle Fields, from what you know. Though more "was taken" than "did go".
Sam Spade: "…You died, too, didn't you?"
Max Thorn: "…that explains a lot. Sam, the barrier feels very like a gastly."
Barrier: "IMPOSSIBLE" "HURT ENOUGH FOR THAT" "BUT STILL HERE TO PROTECT" "BUT NEVER WENT IN BALLS"
Linnea: "Huh."
Max Thorn: "Linnea, do you want to switch places? You're far more of an expert on this kinda thing than I am."
Linnea: "I-"
Linnea: "You know what, sure."
Linnea shrugs and just heads to the upload point.
Linnea: "Lemme have it!"
Max Thorn floats back out, glancing at the fairy-like dot of light as he returns to the portal he came in through.
Linnea enters just before Max exits.
Linnea: "Sup- right okay then."
Linnea looks around, taking stock of things other than the giant Gastly barrier.
Sam Spade: "Got any ideas, Linnea?"
Linnea sees what are probably representations of the network access ports - several, scattered around the blue-black void. Circut traces glimmer every so often, outlining the bounds of this space.
[OOC] Linnea: Are all the access points behind the barrier?
The interface's light can only be seen, from the interface, in reflections.
[OOC] WC GM: No. Rather, the barrier is preventing anything from getting in from the access points. It's glomming onto them.
[OOC] WC GM: You could perhaps slip by and out onto the network if you really wanted.
[OOC] Sam Spade: It might not keep things from getting out, but we mostly want the pokemon to do that and it's keeping them asleep.
Linnea investigates the mostly-blocked access points, making a noise of annoyed frustration.
Linnea: "Alright, so."
Linnea: "What is it that you want, exactly?"
Barrier: "TO DIE" "PEACE"
Barrier: "TO PROTECT" "PEACE FOR ALL"
Sam Spade: "How will you protect when you are dead?"
Barrier: "YOU SAY WE ARE DEAD" "YET WE PROTECT"
Linnea cracks her knuckles. "I mean. That can certainly be arranged. But it seems like you're all having a bit of an internal disagreement."
Sam Spade: "Well, the one voice wants to die, the other wants to protect."
Sam Spade: "Kiiiiinda mutually exclusive."
Barrier: "PUT ALL WE CARE ABOUT BEYOND HARM" "FINAL PEACE"
Sam Spade: "Like the Champion's daughter?"
Linnea: "Gee, thanks, Myria."
Sam Spade: "Put her to final peace?"
Barrier: "SHE IS BEYOND HARM" "NO NEED TO PROTECT HER"
Linnea: "You don't think that some of those kept here are more than capable of protecting themselves, and each other?"
Linnea: "You have no faith in them?"
Linnea: "For shame."
Barrier: "OF COURSE NOT" "THEY ARE OF WEAKER TRAINERS"
Sam Spade: "Why would she be beyond harm? She ran away from Rustle Fields on her own."
Linnea: "And they can't get any stronger unless they take risks and improve."
Linnea: "That's just how life is."
Barrier: "YOU SPEAK AS IF SHE LIVES" "THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE"
Sam Spade: "How is it impossible?"
Sam Spade: "She does live."
Sam Spade: "We met her."
Sam Spade: "Less than two weeks ago."
Barrier: "PROVE IT" "NO PROOF, NO TRUTH"
Max Thorn taps a quick inquiry with Professor O'Riain; does the Champion's account still exist on the network?
Sam Spade: "Like with the one who told you she was dead?"
Barrier: "HER MOTHER DIED WITH US" "HER SURVIVAL WAS IMPOSSIBLE"
Sam Spade: "Psh, like ninja can't beat odds like that."
Sam Spade: "The Champion was fighting to win."
Sam Spade: "The ninja grabbed her daughter and ran to safety."
Dmitri sends back an affirmative, and notes that confirmed deceased trainers' accounts can be accessed by admins. Moments later, Max receives a system message that he has been promoted to pokemon storage system admin.
Max Thorn logs in, then switches to the Champion's account and attempts to access the storage system.
Max gets a slightly glitched display, but all 6 of the Champion's pokemon are listed as in the system ready for withdrawal. Their exact species and type seem to be bugged out, though.
Max Thorn withdraws them.

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