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Pokemon as a Pokemon Trainer: an Adventure in Kanto

Name: Blueberry

Pokemon Species: Ralts (Shiny)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Fairly short even for a Ralts, the most startling part of their appearance being their shiny nature. There is a reason abnormal coloration is rare to see in wild Pokemon, and Blueberry is a rare example of one that has survived.

Personality: Quiet and prone to hiding behind those far more capable than herself, her psychic nature allowing her to locate and stay close to those with a far calmer emotional state. Though she is prone to standing behind others, she is extremely protective of those she may timidly call friend, and will fight with her all to protect them.

Biography: Technically born to a Pokemon breeder trainer, Blueberry no longer remembers the events that lead to her now wild lifestyle. Those who she called parent or trainer are now long gone however, leaving the surprisingly evasive little Ralts to find companionship among the other street dwelling Pokemon. Using her appearance to garner treats from the humans around her, and her evasiveness to avoid capture with surprising ease.

Anything Else: Her ability is Telepathy

Useful information for later:

Approximate level: 5

Attacks: Disarming Voice / Growl / Double Team / Destiny Bond (Egg Move)

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The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

“Eva! What is the status of your mech? Can we have you looking big and mean and mobile in the next ninety seconds? If so, let's do that NOW please. Otherwise go grab a weapon from the armoury.”

"Suit is operational in all regards, though she won't be making any long journeys until I finish some minor repairs. None of that will matter in the short term though." Eva moved swiftly, sliding into place in the Javelin as she gently clicked her tongue, a habit she picked up anytime she activated her bots. The drones stood faster than before, keeping close her as the Javelin rose back to it's full height and Eva stepped forward, flanked by her little swarm.

Eva moved to stand directly between the humans and their guests, the little bots sparking in warning at any of their guests that decided to wander too far into the ship. "Paladin up and alert, SEU are set to guard for anybody getting a bit too curious. If you need one of them past the line I suggest you make sure they stay close to one of ours."

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Eva sighed, watching the situation devolve almost as soon as she woke up. It couldn't quite be helped, these 'locals' for lack of a better term were fully in their right to be freaked out, given their group essentially landed in their backyard and don't speak their language. The SEU stopped in unison, crowding around the Javelin and gathering together as they shut down. Eva did the same, letting her armor slouch slightly as the back opened to let her slip free and drop to the ground, feeling far smaller now outside her suit.

Eva raised her hands a moment, making it clear she held nothing. "Friend, you folks know friends?" Eva's voice was different now, small and smooth, like she was talking to an animal. It's possible it might come across as demeaning, but with such a language barrier she had to try something, and none of them looked human so tone of voice was the best she could come up with. She kept her hands raised a moment more, hoping this place, wherever it was, shared any of Earth's body language that often existed regardless of distance. "Give us a moment okay? Let us breathe." As if to suggest the situation around her, Eva waved her arms in a pointed fashion, drawing attention to the clear mess in the bay around them that still had yet to be fully taken care of.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

The world spun around Eva for a moment, it was fairly concerning how often and easily she could pass out in such situations... then again when you have to sleep through gunfire barely inches over your head it's to be expected. The familiar tightness of her Javelin kept her calm however, as the suit itself hummed slightly as it came to life and opened her to the outside world again. First came sound and Eva sighed, mirroring her wakeup command to her remaining SEU spiders, the little bots rising and moving to scramble around the bay searching for any of Eva's goods that may have shaken loose, little limbs pushing open containers and moving smaller fallen crates.

Then came a reconnection to the local Intranet, and Eva began slowly catching up on what little was actively being recorded... and Eva had to stifle a laugh as she could finally move, rotating her arms as she stretched in the Javelin, testing it's joints as she continued her Diagnostics. Alien life, higher than normal oxygen in the atmosphere... somebody was getting a bit too open with their roleplaying on local channels weren't they? Plus, this wasn't exactly the time to think up Isekai scenarios about their attack and crash now was it?

Then finally came sight as the Javelin's systems finished their diagnostics, SEU bots scrambling over carrying wires and parts to repair the superficial damage to the Javelin that may prove annoying to deal with in the short term.... and Eva was silent, peering at what she had assumed was a joke. "Wakeup protocol finished, sorry for the absence folks but I take my naps whenever I can... can anybody please explain what the hell any of that is, plus why it's in the bay and not being shot at?" The SEU, reflecting Eva's confusion moved on their own, little metal limbs clicking across the bay floor as they approached the locals, stopping just shy of them as their little optics peered closely. "My bots REALLY want samples, but I'll assume that's rude." The SEU retreated almost as quickly as they approached, moving backwards to keep watch on the strange life-forms as if the little bots were hesitant to obey their handler.

TITANS

Putting it as kindly as possible. There are red flags here, not the least of such being the very specifically worded abilities of the GM's character that are centered on taking away player agency in a fairly concerning way. Wouldn't nearly be as bad if they didn't push against taking away the more concerning bit of the glorified mind control, or even vaguely mentioned any kind of warning for it being a possible theme in the 'story'

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Eva's bots immediately began moving as the ship shifted suddenly, rising and anchoring themselves as the ship rocked. After the explosive struck and it was clear the worst was not over, Eva's Rover dove to collide with the man who stumbled into her, attempting to stand over him as the contents of the bay shifted alongside them. The spiders did the same for the second man, clambering over him and holding them down so they didn't move as the ship rocked violently and flame eyed them hungrily. Eva didn't dare stand up until everything went frighteningly quiet, and her bots moved off their respective charges. The Rover looked down at the solder with his cut and emitted a quiet beep, shaking it's side to bring attention to the basic medical supplies it held on a pouch.

"Look at that, I was exactly right. Don't get up too fast, a second volley could hit at any moment... good news though, we aren't dead. If you're still obsessed about our death the doors should open for you now that we aren't actively being shot at." Eva rose, snatching up the rifle the man had attempted to point at her. "Though I'll be keeping this, you like pointing it at things way too much. If you have problems with that ask my other three drones about it, Otherwise move on to the bridge and keep any sidearms put away." Eva sighed, the sudden quiet bothered her greatly, but they were alive and that was about all she could ask for.

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Eva sat back silently as the man squabbled with her SEU, exhaling with a dissatisfied grunt as it was eventually crippled by the clown with the sidearm. "Mmm, looks like I have more to play with before they can handle a real bout." The shouting about being on the same side barely registered to Eva, children who aim guns should be just as ready to die as they are to kill, regardless of what side they're on... but she whistled, the clattering of the other two SEU somewhere in the far end of the room suddenly going quiet. "Stop panicking, I can open the door myself... though they probably don't like that I can. I'll send the message ahead... you know, you should teach your little pet some manners before it gets put down." Eva chuckled, giving a wink to the man who had just been pointing a gun at her moments before.

Eva's Implant left a pain in the back of her mind for just a moment before connecting solidly to the bridge. "Captain be aware, Jokers in the Bay with me are mentioning some sort of issue concerning usage of the shielding at the same time as the FTL drive and main engines. The fact they liked waving a gun at me doesn't exactly make me confident but I thought I should make you aware given their eagerness to get in."

Eva sighed as she cut the line, not bothering to wait for a response. "Now, you two need to find a spot to sit down with me. Either this ship stops, and the hostiles outside kill us, or the ship kills us... either way it's suddenly not your problem anymore. There is the chance this all goes off without a hitch but have you looked outside? I seriously doubt it." Eva sighed, moving to drag the damaged SEU into a small crate that still had room. "Besides, I find it very unlikely anybody will pay any attention to what you say when you have such terrible manners, even IF I decided to let you down into the Bridge."

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Eva laughed at the gun pointed her way, the chaos of the situation having apparently not faded away. She continued working, securing her suit the the bay floor as the ship seemed to rumble around her. "YOU don't, but don't worry, they know about you already. Hey, did you have any idea what my job was when you decided to point that at me?" Eva kept her channel open, her implant sending the conversation to any receiving signals nearby in the bay. Her conversation seeking to distract as her little metal ally stood slowly on it's arachnid limbs, rising from it's spot in storage.

"You see, Generally speaking I'm an EVA specialist, exploration of dangerous areas is pretty important for missions like this... I'm also a bit of a robotics specialist." The SEU unit sparked only once as it moved into place behind the man, the startling sound of it's electrical discharge giving him only the briefest of warnings before leaping from just behind him.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Though the gel layer regulated her body temperature, she swore she could still feel it. She hated the cold, but admitted it was preferable to heat, heat brought so many more issues with it than the cold did. To tell the truth, Eva had fallen asleep in the hanger bay, hidden between her stored drones and her Javelin, but woke as radio chatter sped up due to the neural interface she so often made use of. Sure, technically jacking into secure channels wasn't exactly something she was supposed to be doing, and could likely be punished heavily for... but they haven't caught her yet... or they have and it simply wasn't as much of an issue as she thought it would have been.

By the time a loader bot and it's driver were found, Eva was there as well. She moved forward at the head of her posse of drones, the little spiderlike bots scrambling around the bay working together to push the far smaller crates into place. "Overseer already on site, moving final packages into place now... Captain... it might not be my place but given what I've heard I think it's best we move quickly and get our clearance, official or otherwise. I doubt whatever is rushing us is going to wait patiently for pencil pushers to give the all clear." Eva put a shoulder to the larger packages, the lower joints on her suit creaking for a moment before settling into a rhythm that let her move without pause, the Arachne drones scrambling about to click and spark their little electrical discharge at anybody in the way of their Overseer or the other loader as they worked.

Eva felt naked, even there in her suit. All the changes made to her Javelin lightened her for sure, but left her comparatively defenseless. No weaponry easily wielded by her suit, the scrapped shield generator used for the upgraded power supply and solar array... it just left her feeling empty as she could almost feel the comfortable weight and recoil of a rifle made to size.