Harley took another step forward. The wind was relentless, much like the storm itself. Harley shook his fur in a feeble attempt to dry it. The Meowstic sighed.

His companions weren't faring well either. Gloria was perched on Kasper's head, struggling to fight against the wind. Kasper had given up on floating and was following Harley's example.

Harley looked around. Giratina's Woods, while usually calm, seemed to be the only place being torn apart by the sudden change in weather. Harley had glimpsed some flocks of passing bird Pokemon flying over the woods.

Harley turned to check on the rest of the party and was surprised to see both Pokemon on the ground. Harley let out a sigh that was lost in the howling wind and turned around to stand over them.

"Let's go!" he yelled, trying to make his voice heard.

Neither moved and Harley sighed again. He picked up both Pokemon with his psychic powers and began to walk again.

Frisk flinched as she watched a Genesect impale a Sentret. She turned to Scizor, who was watching the Genesect with glee.

"Are you sure it's not too early, sir?" she asked.

"Too late, I'd say," Scizor replied, turning to face her. "We've lost so many assassins. We're losing the war. Had we send out the Genesect earlier, we would've had the upper hand. The rebels have had their fair share of victory in this game. It's about time we get ours."
Scizor stepped forward and flung open the door to the lab. All the Genesect stopped their activities to gaze at the new arrival.

"Greetings. I have a job for you," Scizor announced.

The Genesect chattered amongst themselves for a moment before they cleared a path. Scizor sauntered through them. Frisk, not wanting to be alone with the creatures, followed quickly, The Cinccino gulped nervously as the Genesect closed the path behind her.

Scizor stopped in front of a large Genesect. It was the normal purple, but hints of red were spread over its body. It gazed at its visitors with emotionless white eyes. It let out a low hiss.

Scizor bowed to the Genesect. Frisk followed suite quickly. She did not want to end up like the various other corpses lying around.

"What brings Lord Scizor and his assistant here?" the Genesect asked in a hissing voice. Frisk held back a scoff.

"We are losing. Too many assassins have been killed. If this keeps up, we will lose the war," Scizor said. "I want you and your followers to do as you please kill and destroy everything in your path."

"What of the assassins currently n missions?" Frisk asked.

Scizor turned to her. "So what?"

"Shouldn't we have them recalled?"
Scizor laughed. "Arceus, no. You sent out all the fodder, correct?"

Frisk nodded.

"Good. Then we don't need to do anything."

"And what of the aces? They are the only ones left. They will stand no chance against the Genesect, despite their combat skills."

Scizor waved a claw. "Leave them. Give the Genesect a challenge." He turned back to the leader. "Do we have a deal?"

The leader hissed and nodded. It got up and flew towards the open door. Every other Gensect stopped what it was doing and followed. Scizor's laugh as drowned out by the mad hissing as the Genesect took to the sky.