Post by steven stone on Nov 12, 2014 18:14:40 GMT
He had reached the Pokéball Factory at nightfall. Just outside of the steps that led to the entrance, he stood, watching as a large semi-truck made its way down the road and for the factory. Upon deciding to align himself with Kopec for obvious reasonings, Steven agreed to work with their division in the Kalos Region upon starting his journey here. Though intervening with the war had been something he wanted to keep to a minimum, taking on certain missions that could ultimately benefit pokémon in the end was not beyond his capabilities. There were few who knew his thoughts on the war, his true thoughts. Steven had come to care little for the bickering between two radical groups, and his concern grew for the pokémon affected -- wild and captured alike. Kopec's decision to cut off Boure and Zemina's connection to the Pokéball Factory meant that no more wild pokémon would be involved in this brewing war in the long run. They would not be effected by the bitterness and hatred of the human heart.. Steven would see to it that the Pokéball Factory would be no more after this night. The only thing that stirred him from his thoughts had been the sound and breaking of the large truck as it passed the entrance by and came to a hault just at the side of the Factory where an open expanse gave way to wilderness. When the driver of the semi-truck put the large contraption in park and leapt out, Steven approached with a calm disposition. His blue eyes leveled with the male, no smile forming at the corner of his lips. “I assume you know the layout of this facility better than I do since you've been undercover here for some time. We'll need to be quick about loading and transporting the pokéballs, so I'll have my pokémon assist us. Once we've loaded every pokéball, you are to rendevous at this location without me.” He pulled from the pocket of his button up shirt a slip of paper in which he would have passed off to the driver. Of course, this was specifically the plan all along.. something that the insider would have known about. While the plan may have been to simply transport the pokéballs to another place under Kopec's watch, Steven had other plans for the factory as a whole once every pokéball was cleared out. His cold eyes traveled towards the factory, gaze hard as steel. There was a certain look of determination cast upon his face as he took a step towards the factory. He was certain that the faster that he was able to get this done without interruption would be the better. Night was the better time to operate. Steven had heard that there were people that came to the factory often. Some to tour, and others simply to see where Kalos mass produces its pokéballs of various levels. Steven had concluded in the back of his mind that the task would be done by sunrise. The former champion of Hoenn had also come to the conclusion that when the sun rose high into the sky, and that when the masses returned for another day of work, they'll find their Pokéball Factory destroyed... incapable of producing anymore pokéballs to be used for hateful war. ----  |  |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
