Rush to the aid of whoever it is!

You all react in an instant. The three of you break out into a sprint, dashing down the tunnel with purpose as the unknown woman’s cry splits the air. Your pace had shifted from a casual stroll to a panicked run in a single moment, and now you tear through the cave at breakneck pace. Your head-mounted flashlights are all over the place, shaking about wildly as you go. What the hell is going on? Who’s in trouble? How far away is she? Is it Blue? You couldn’t quite tell from the voice. She should be an entire day ahead, but she could’ve gotten lost for a little while at some point.

Mind racing just as fast as your body is, you suddenly break out into a large, well-lit cavern at the end of the tunnel. Your friends are right beside you, and you all take a moment to adjust to the new space. The area has several large fluorescent lights on metal stands scattered about, powered by some unknown source. There are digging tools laying around all over the place, as well as tarps covering up excavated patches of rock and an established camp of three tents. It looks like this is some sort of dig site, but that’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is the throng of people throughout the room.

Counting quickly, you can see eleven people in the chamber, not including your and your friends. There is a trio of people, two men and one woman, who are all wearing dusty white lab-coats over casual clothes. The three are in the center of what you presume is your camp, cowering as the other eight people in the area are clearly threatening them, though they don’t seem injured. As for those other people, seven of them are men and one is a woman, all dressed in black except for one man. Five of the men wear simple black pants and shirts with large red Rs emblazoned on them. The one woman is wearing much less, just a sleeveless black top that only covers half her chest and a black thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.

The last man in black is also wearing pants and a shirt, but his are more detailed, looking like a military design with a smaller R on his breast pocket, and he wears a black military-style cap as well. He stands at 6’2” and is very well-built, having sky-blue eyes and buzzed dark brown hair. The other six Rockets move about the camp, inspecting things and going through containers, while he sits and observes. This one seems to be in a position of power of some description.

The final person of the eight, the only one not wearing black, stands apart from the rest, overlooking the scene with a bored expression. He’s 6’0”, with a leaner build of wiry muscles. His hair is wild and hangs down to the middle of his torso in both front and back, starting as a medium shade of pink near its roots and darkening as it goes down, ending as a dark red near the tips. His eyes are an odd, bright orange, sitting behind a pair of tinted glasses. His outfit consists of a long red coat over his otherwise bare torso, only being tied together in the middle so his chest and navel are mostly exposed. The coat has black flame-like designs on the hem and sleeves, and he’s wearing black skinny-jeans with pale blue Xs up the sides of each leg.

This red-coated man watches the events unfolding before him with disinterest, and is the first to notice you all arrive. “Huh. Guess the girl’s scream alerted some folks after all. Hey, Richard. Company.” He directs his comment towards the larger man who is overseeing things. All of the Rockets stop what they’re doing and turn to look at your trio, the capped-man cursing under his breath.

“What the hell is going on here!?” Daniel shouts, glowering at the band of criminals.

“Team Rocket… Up to no good in Mt. Moon too?” You glare at the black-clad group in slowly-building rage. Whatever this is, it can’t be good!

“Fuck’s sake…” The blue-eyed Rocket - Richard, apparently - pinches the bridge of his nose, then shakes his head. He then takes a step towards all of you, smiling in a **** manner. “Hello there strangers. What can we do for you? If you’re looking for the exit, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk in that direction, so feel free to be on your way.”

“Fat chance! What are you crooks doing to these people!?” Kayla retorts, staring daggers at the man.

The brown-haired man sighs. “Look, kids, don’t do this. Don’t try and play hero here, okay? It won’t end well. Just move along and leave us to get what we came for. I’m really not in the mood to deal with any of your shit right now.”

“Fat fucking chance thief! Why don’t you and your thugs take a hike, before we beat the crap out of ya!” The Vermillion blonde spits, full of confidence and fury.

The higher-ranked Rocket looks Daniel up and down, a flicker of some unknown emotion in his eyes. It quickly fades however, and he just shakes his head. “Not likely. We need what these people are digging up, see? And we aren’t leaving without it.”

“We keep trying to tell you, we aren’t digging up Moon Stones! We’re here for fossils!” The woman in the captive trio interjects, before one of the men beside her grabs her shoulder.

“As you’ve said, yes. But there’s no way that you’ve all been digging here and not found any Moon Stones. You’re just hiding them somewhere, and we will find them. Even if we have to up-end every box and bag you own.” Richard says without turning back to look at the woman.

“No! You can’t! You’ll damage the fossils!” She insists. Is that what she had been yelling about earlier?

“Ellie, just be quiet! We can’t stop them…” One of the men with her says, grabbing onto her shoulder.

“But-“

“We can stop them. Don’t worry.” You interrupt the panicking woman’s protests. “We’re not going to let you just get away with doing whatever you want! Let these people go and stop harassing them!”

Before the buff Rocket can reply, one of his subordinates speaks up. “Captain, I’m pretty sure these are the people who fucked with me when I was trying to have some fun the other day, like I told you about.”

“Oh, really? So this isn’t the first time they’ve decided to play hero? Wonderful.” The Rocket Captain rolls his eyes before turning to the uninterested man in red. “Agent Inferno, would you mind dealing with these twerps? Not like you’re doing anything else right now…” You detect a hint of annoyance at the end of that sentence.

The strange-looking man, Inferno, yawns loudly. “Nah. These kids look like rookies. Not worth my time. Just use your Grunts.”

The large Rocket purses his lips together tightly, but nods. “Of course, Sir. You three, go deal with the brats. The rest of you keep looking for Moon Stones.” He gestures to three of his subordinates as he speaks, shooting Inferno an irritated look.

“Yes Captain!” The three say, saluting in unison. They rush out of the camp area and over to your group, readying their Pokéballs. The trio of Rockets includes the lone female Grunt, as well as the man who revealed himself to be the one who trie to **** Kelly. You and the Vermillion pair ready yourselves, prepared to engage in a proper showdown with Team Rocket.

Kayla looks at the lady Rocket in disgust. “How can any woman join an organization that treats women the way Team Rocket does? I mean just look at what they make you wear!”

The woman turns slightly pink at the mention of her clothes, but spits back a reply, her voice venomous. “Shut up bitch! You don’t know anything about me! Go, Grimer!”

The **** squares off against Daniel, glaring at him. “You guys really ruined my day back then, you know? When we’re done with you, I’m gonna take out my frustrations on that skinny cunt you’ve got with you! Get em’ Koffing!”

The blue-eyed boy shoots him a ****-glare. “Ruined your day!? Do you even hear yourself when you talk, you fucking ****!? You’ll touch Kay over my dead body!”

The third Rocket, a man you’ve not met before, looks at you and shrugs. “Nothing personal, but you’re an idiot for standing up to us. Go, Ekans!”

“The only idiots here are the ones who think they can just stomp all over other people’s lives and get away with it!” You growl back.

You and your friends each grip a Pokéball, then throw it out and release your chosen Pokémon.

“Charmeleon, I choose you!” “Sandshrew, Let’s do it!” “C’mon Drowzee!”

It’s time to show Team Rocket what for, and save these people!