Xaallo pushed the tree-stone to the mouth of the valley, dusting off his hands and glancing behind him. He’d made a trail in the earth where he’d been dragging the thing, proof of his hard work, proof his progress! Over a mile. He’d gone over his daily minimum of progress today. That reward, whatever it might be, was as good as his.
Things were looking up lately. Ziggy had reached her final form as a towering, loud Obstagoon (much to the delight of his Toxtricity, Xiiku). He’d found more of those Technical Machines to play around with later. The mountain Orhiius had tasked him with escorting the stone to was as close as it ever was. He’d touched base with the Tank unit, which meant more protection for 02, among other things.
Xaallo grinned and daydreamed, so much that he hadn’t seen the figure lurking behind the tall trees. Not until it stepped forth after it had gotten tired of watching and waiting and lurking. So heavy was the footfall, that Xaallo would feel the vibrations and when he turned to the source he’d see a familiar black metallic shell, burning blue eyes, deep set in a hungry face…
Aggrons weren’t supposed to get that big. But a steady diet of alien metals did wonders for Gallak’s growth, it would seem. Xaallo was sat on his stone, panting lightly, his brows drawn together.
“ Well,” He comments, looking upon his Pokémon’s new form. “ It looks like someone had a growth spurt…”
Gallak looked at Xaallo, guarded. Then his eyes drifted down to the stone. The Pokémon seemed to sense it’s specialness, eyeing it hungrily. Xaallo stood, still taller than the Aggron, wearing a serious look.
“ Sorry Gallak,” he said with a shrug, “ Orhiius’ gift isn’t on the menu.”
And like any bully thwarted, the denial sent the Pokémon into a rage. Xaallo would be lying if he said he hadn’t seen this day coming. It happened eventually… a young buck foolishly challenging their betters, but this ‘youngster’ was covered in rocky skin and metal scales, with twin deadly horns jutting from it’s cranium.
And not just any metal. When the Pokémon came crashing down on him with all the weight and ferocity of a meteor, Bastion rushed up to meet the blow and found itself pervious. Xaallo look at his chest plate, and found marks there, surrounded by spiderweb cracks.
Gallak had damaged his suit.
ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. . . ᴇᴛᴀ 𝟻:𝟸𝟹:𝟷𝟷
Following the coordinates he’s been given, the Tank unit moved with ease through the brush, with a satchel attached to his hip, fastened close to his body to avoid any spillage of the things he’d brought along; some treats for the Pokemon living under Xaallo’s care! Did they enjoy Pokepuffs? Beans? Berries? He had them all, had been collecting them all, using what he could to make certain to stick with natural diets.
It wasn’t until the sound of battle did rounded ears perk, his scanners picking up the fight, and the Tank was dashing forward like a bullet. There was little time for him to think; Xaallo could simply be training, or it could be something more.. In times of war, the Tank knew it was imperative to act first, as it could very well mean the difference between life and death.
The figures before him were growing closer, his destination time slashes essentially in half thanks to his urgent speed.
Analyzing battlefield . . .
>> Active threat detected.
>> BK - 03 activating RKS System.
[ RKS System Engaged.]
>> Safeguards activated.
>> Threat Identified;
ᴀɢɢʀᴏɴ - Pokedex entry #306 - dual-type sᴛᴇᴇʟ/ʀᴏᴄᴋ Pokémon
[ !Alert! - Metallic signature of target unknown, proceed with basic database ]
Further data to be retrieved.
Weaknesses: WATER type
FIGHTING type
GROUND type
Initiating RKS typing . . .
The data poured forward into his peripherals, body acting on it’s own in accordance to the data he had on hand. Discs of the unit’s face began to spin with a high-pitched squeal as his typical bright-green coloration melted to a brilliant blue on his crown, feathers flaring.
[ Type: Full became a WATER TYPE. ]
Better to start off safe. Work with what he knows. Adapt.
03 charged forward without hesitation, aiming first to force his opponent back to further assess the level of threat, head bowed forward as powerful legs shoved off from the earth, using his full weight to his advantage, hopefully to take the large beast off guard. If successful, the Unit would not fully engage, keeping himself between Gallak and Xaallo.
Stance wide, the Tank’s crown flared, his entire body appearing larger, providing further protection for the other behid him.
[ xᴀᴀʟʟᴏ! ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ? ]
03 glanced over his shoulder, pausing only for an answer; something to inform him if this threat was someone known to the alien, or perhaps another corrupted creature to be destroyed..
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