[WolfEx]

A looming fog covers a dark foreboding town miles and miles away from the Life Sphere and any social outlets. This was a town protected by a black sphere with technology identical to that of the Life Sphere, but in a far weaker quality. This town was rundown, with very little light and seemed to run on underhanded deals, shady money laundering, and dirty thievery gaining most of its resources and materials by stealing from others or somehow stealing precious necessities from the Life Sphere itself. One could easily tell that many of this town's furnishings were once property of the Life Sphere with just a few simple looks. A place surviving off of stolen goods? This was definitely James's kinda place. The buildings were made of various different kinds of constructive elements such as old pieces of sheet metal, cracked cement blocks, bricks, aluminum and tin walls, sheets and wooden slate pieces as well as raw hide just to name a few. Each house in this area looked as if someone shimmied it together in only a few days with whatever they could find, the entire town smelled of rotting flesh, dead fish, and piled up garbage. Faint screams can be heard off and on throughout the location in which the noise would be impossible to pinpoint and also a common sound in such a disturbing environment. There was no organization, no structure, no rules, it was just a freedom oriented infrastructure inviting any and all methods of survival. Who oversaw the community was uncertain, if anyone at all. This was freedom yes, but a chaotic, rampant freedom with no control and no hierarchy. At least none that one could see.

The thrill of a new location and a new adventure on Li was absent, for this kind of setting was giving off more of a dangerous and intimidating vibe, already an excursion of fear, built and set up to instill terror and nightmarish tremors into the hearts of any newcomers unwelcome within its walls. There was no security gate, no system to keep anyone out, but there did seem to be eyes watching, always, and some kind of way to keep watch over things, any idiot could notice themselves being watched the moment they stepped foot in this dump. However these...watchmen lurking in the shadows could quite possibly be doing this out of their own free will, or, they may indeed have commands given to them by a higher power, hard to say, but there was no doubt that this town was protected in some way by some force who loved the lifestyle of disorder and pandemonium. It was home to those dark and dastardly enough to earn its shelter; a villainous paradise. James was the first to arrive, uploading a rally point into the Sunshine Circle Console to meet up at the very back part of this town, the most unprotected section he could find. He was lucky enough to have done some espionage work previously in order to locate the best route into The Nega Sphere, which was a sewer system connected to it from just outside the sphere's radius. It seemed they at least had built a sanitation pipeline, a bad one at that, but one nonetheless which lead to a large ditch a dozen feet away. That's how James got in, and that's how the others will get in too.

One of James's Poke' Balls rattle and who else but Meowth pops out of it uncomfortably shaking off his fur detesting being cooped up in that encapsulated hell. And in case anyone was wondering, yes, this Meowth does talk. "Thanks for tellin me we arrived pal, NOT! I had a feelin we got here a while ago, but like always, you forgot to send me out. I swear, sometimes I think you want me to be stuck in that thing!" James gives Meowth an annoyed stare. Meowth writes it off. "So where the heck is everyone else? Are they that slow!?" James had been scouting out the premises the moment he arrived having no time to deal with Meowth's nonsense. It was nightfall, so James was utilizing his nightvision goggles for spying to make up for the lack of lighting the town had "No Meowth, we're just quick. Now shut up and lay low. When the others get here then we can move on with getting the core. So far things are quiet...which is odd....a place like this full of criminals would almost assuredly thrive at night." James kept his eyes peeled and his senses alert. He figured something might be up and hoped his plans haven't been found out already by anyone within the town. Once his group assembled, they would have to be discrete and efficient with their objectives.

[Cielmira]

With quiet mutters Falco eventually made it topside through the sewer tunnel, the grate sliding across the ground as quietly as he could manage with his feathered fingers after a brief peak at what was waiting for him in the alley; if anyone or thing at all. The coast looked and sounded all clear. All that he could hear was the annoying squeal of that cat pokemon. With a deep breath he climbed out and almost went to brush off the black Rocket attire he'd been outfitted with. It only took a second to reconsider the act of cleanliness, but then only one more to remember the clothes weren't his and with gloves it wouldn't be so bad.

Adjusting the night goggles to rest at his forehead, the ace pilot sauntered over to the whispered voices of James and Meowth. He kept a hand at his back to keep the rocket launcher from rattling against the belt and other various apparatus that Team Rocket had so graciously provided for the mission. However, he couldn't do much about the general jingle of all the metal bits and light clomping of the heavy boots. At least it was limited to the immediate vicinity, which was hopefully only occupied by his allies. During his approach he gave a slight nod and quiet 'yo' to his companions before kneeling down next to them.
"So what're we lookin' at?" he questioned in a hushed tone.

[WolfEx]

James was starting to dose off with all the waiting around, that is, until a bird humanoid thing appeared suddenly next to him nearly scaring the pants off the man. He jumped, startled by the bird creature, and looks him up and down quite confused. "What are you? Some evolution of a talking Pidgeot? Perhaps, a Fearow? I've never seen anything like it." He touches Falco, feeling his feathers and still trying to make sense out of its species. Realizing he must be being extremely rude to the bird man, James stops apologetically and answers the bird about what was going on. Meowth was back in its Poke' Ball by now as punishment for making too much noise earlier. "Well, eh...whatever your name is....if you look carefully ahead just beyond the center of the city at the buildings, there are people peering at us from their windows....unfortunately they know we are here already, and that is not good news. So we need to move in the shadows along the outskirts of the city, and make it to the Nega Sphere's core on the other side. Ideally, if we can get underground, underneath the city, we would have an easier time reaching it, but I am sure they would have guards down there either way..." James tried explaining the situation as best he could as the two waited behind some dumpsters next a sewer grate at the edge of the city, which is how James got in.

Looking around, James looked worried. He was sure more team mates would be here by now so they could get this show on the road, but nobody else has showed up yet. He knew Falco probably didn't know the answer, but he asked anyway. "So...uhm...where's the rest of our team friend? This is not a two person job!" He started hyperventilating, as he often did whenever he felt hopeless. "Oh God...oh God no....we can't fail. We mustn't fail, there's no way to turn back now. What are we going to do? I sure hope your skilled in the art of sneak, because the only we can we accomplish this mission with just the two of us, is to not get caught!" Two Life Sphere citizens against an entire city of criminals and trained specialists of all kinds, that was a sticky situation and a nasty predicament. James appeared to have every right to be worried. "This is madness.....have you at least brought some extra items to get yourself out of some tight spots? Though Team Rocket provided us with some top notch supplies, it won't do much in the long run to see us through this hard pressed mission, it might as well be suicide." James knew how to survive on his own, but he wasn't sure about his bird like colleague. James was a master escape artist and a survivalist, those aren't skills he could pass on to a team mate, but regardless of what his team mate could do or not, James would really not prefer to go at this mission solo either.

[Cielmira]

Falco stared with a hint of confusion at the goofy looking man while he inwardly stumbled on grasping the avian's existence. After but a moment of being felt up the pilot shoved James' hand away with a quiet warning, eyes narrowing in annoyance. "I'm no pokemon. Name's Falco, Lombardi," he scowled. It was odd not quite having the name recognition on Li as he did in the stars but at least this seemed to snap the human out of it as the man silently apologized and composed himself before getting on with the low down of the area. Unfortunately it didn't come with any increase in respect as the blue haired Rocket member started off his speech with precedence that he wasn't even going to bother trying to remember Falco's name. Still, when the anxious human indicated areas above Falco would have been stupid to not take at least a glance upward. His sharp eyes spotted those prying back at the duo from the shady reaches.

With a silent sigh the humanoid bird dropped his gaze back onto the worried James. His head cocked lightly to the side as he listened boredly to his partner's concerns. 'Friend'. The word played in his mind, a non-existent eyebrow raising Falco's features but otherwise he remained quiet with a tinge of annoyed amusement as he observed the Rocket's mild break down. It was too bad really.
"If you weren't so yellow and sweaty we might have been able to blend right in. Play up the thug and stride right b-." His words were interrupted with James' declaration of madness and then asking if Falco had brought additional supplies. This time the bird visibly sighed. Blending definitely wasn't going to work. This man did not have it in him to play the chill gang member. Without the stark confidence they'd be tagged in a second.

"Well we can't wait around here and we can't go back," Falco started sharply now that James was done. He adjusted his posture to be more straight, dropping a knee to the ground to balance his crouch. A smirk flit across his beaked face, "So we move and get this done. I vote for above ground; if you can keep yourself together. More eyes but more maneuverability. Otherwise we take the sewer route; if you have a map. They may have guards down there but unlikely to be in large groups and if we drop 'em it's unlikely someone's going to find them right away." He paused to finger the two weapons holstered on each thigh: blaster on the right and raygun on the left. "But I don't want to be lost in the dank sewer if we don't have a map."

[Deleted]

The group that had already gathered would begin to hear a rather loud thumping emanating from the sewer that Falco had entered from. After a few moments of it getting louder, the thumping would stop - To be replaced with an individual jumping out of it, taking no regard for the conveniently placed ladder in favor speed. It would get nearly a story high, before crashing towards the ground, landing on its feet, with a loud 'thump.' It would look upwards, analyzing those who had already gathered with deeply crimson eyes, the Team Rocket uniform having been obviously hastily put on. The goggles weren't on, and the face mask was pulled back.

Omega scanned over those present. Judging by the fact that those present were wearing outfits much like his own, it would be pretty obvious that they were his allies. Whether or not Omega was particularly content with or interested in his allies, on the other hand, was a different story altogether. ...A cat, a human, and an anthropomorphic bird. Holy hell, this mission looks like it's going to be going well already. While Omega's face would have no indication of it, he would internally sneer at those present.  It was all too reminiscent of Weil sending him on missions with those jokes of 'Guardians.'  They would only hold him back.

For now, though, I'll play along.  Once I'm better equipped, I can do what I want. Omega decided, and would merely give a curt nod to James, still not quite trusting himself to speak despite how long he'd been living on Li.  Grah.  Having someone else speak for you for outright centuries has a tendency to do this... He mused, irritated at himself, before taking a seat on the ground and turning his head towards the meeting, hoping to get a quick briefing.  If he had learned anything from Weil, it was that these kinds of mission were ridiculous with some form recon being done.  Omega would desperately hope the group had something to go on at all.

Going in blind could be a fun experience as well, however.  All the more chances for the group to run into trouble, and all the more chances for Omega to cut loose and have fun.  He would smirk at the prospect.