IC - Sonja Baron - The Alamo: The abruptness of Evan's return immediately put Sonja on high alert, particularly at the mention of Opelucid. She had hoped beyond hope that things would not be this urgent. Unfortunately, it appeared that she was wrong. Briefly acknowledging Ryan's nonverbal promise to finish his story later, the Liberty Agent focused on Evan, forcing herself to keep an even head.
"Y-Yeah, let's not rush into this blindly," she said, fighting to keep her own voice steady. "We don't want another repeat of... I mean..." She trailed off, vividly remembering what had occurred in both Castelia and Black City. Sonja shook her head slightly. "I mean, better to be prepared, right?"
IC - Meghan Vert/David Ross - R&D Test Area: ... Three, one thousand... Four, one thousand...
The sudden increase in heat around him was the first of many signals that something had gone very wrong. His sense of panic only escalated as warning symbols popped up on his HUD, red hexagons that alerted him to the severe damage accumulating on not only the Flying-Type suit, but on his own body. The suit's insulation wore further and further down the longer he was subjected to the intense Hyper Beam, to the point where he might have felt his skin begin to burn and blister. He could see nothing through the blinding light that tore through the darkness of his helmet's visor, through the waning comfort of his own closed eyelids.
Ross managed to scream in pain for a solid three seconds before he lost consciousness.
... Five, one thousand... Six, one thousand...
The dazzling light of James' attack illuminated the entire testing area, as well as the observation deck. Were it not for the automatic darkening of the glass window before her, Vert would not have been able to directly look at the Hyper Beam. With that barrier, however, she could, as she now did, eyebrows furrowed, leaning forward with the cap of her pen pressed against her chin, counting the seconds that the attack lasted. The stream of energy poured forth longer and longer, searing away at both Lancelot and Ross, dealing what she imagined to be fairly standard damage for a low-powered Hyper Beam. The suits, after all, were merely augmentations to standard battle affairs, at least for now--they possessed enough power to match an opponent if needed, and were not meant to be the huge game-changers that many had assumed them to be.
... Seven, one thousand... Eight, one thousand...
Still, though James had not heard Ross, she had, and so she knew that there might be something... more to this than she assumed. Clearly, it was a painful experience, but then again, was this not what Pokémon were subjected to on a routine basis? It was in his contract, after all--the possibility of injury. Whatever happened, would happen. Such was the life of a volunteer.
... Nine, one thousand... Ten, one thousand...
At last, the attack subsided. Vert blinked several times to clear her eyes of the many sunspots that now dotted her vision. Below, Lancelot and Ross rested in a blackened half-circle against the east wall and floor. The Scizor twitched and shuddered from the damage that he had taken, though, for the most part, appeared little worse for wear. Ross, on the other hand, lay completely still, slumped forward where he sat. The Flying-Type suit's sky blue color had been scorched in several spots. The Officer's legs were splayed before him, his hands palm-up on either side of his body. The lights that had signaled the suit's activation had shattered, smoke rising from their ports, as well as from other surfaces of the armor.
"Officer Ross, do you copy?"
Vert lowered her pen. Pressing a hand to her comm, she spoke, in a tone as steady as that of a woman dismissing a troublesome child. "Medical, please retrieve Power Suit T-008 and its occupant, Officer David Ross," she requested. "Do what you can to preserve both for... future trials."
She watched the medical team emerge into the testing area, stretcher in tow. Watched as they lifted the unresponsive Ross onto it, using whatever wrappings they could to avoid burning their own hands on his scalding armor. Watched as Ross's Breloom, equally as shocked by the ferocity of James' attack, stared after the medical team, before sprinting after them, out of the room.
With a face void of expression, she looked at James Arthur, momentarily immobile due to the energy output of his Hyper Beam. A vague shadow of a smile crossed her lips, as the fullest feeling of satisfaction that she had experienced in a long, long time overtook her, pure excitement for the advancements in knowledge that she had just witnessed.