Reading through all the files that came up for "GOREBYSS" and "HUNTAIL" took some time but turned up with precious little and likely nothing. Tristan quickly grew proficient in reading through Ranger Profiles. They listed their birth information, where they grew up, what their education consisted of, where they have been stationed and where they were going to be assigned, the complete list of missions they had been sent on, how they acquired their partners, any kind of disciplinary actions taken against them and any kind of awards and recognitions they were presented, and every Ranger they had ever worked with.
	The rabbit holes for each individual varied widely in length, but nothing unusual seemed to come from any of them. In the beginning, it may have been interesting to learn about achievements and abilities of Ranger, going so far as to note those who would sound promising to work with. After a dozen or more Ranger Profiles were thoroughly scoured, it would have felt hopeless. Those prone to paranoia could believe that Pisces could have remote access to the Ranger Database and removed any mention of him. But it was probably more likely that he was able to hide himself entirely given the psychic abilities of his Gorebyss that devastated Oracle and took the effort of his entire team to just escape from its trap and still learn nothing more. 
	It could send a shiver down the spine of the most hardened of souls to know just how powerful only one of Pisces' Pokemon was that it could thwart the entire team of an Elite Four member. But no one was invincible. At least, hopefully they weren't without Jirachi.
	Tristan realized that the Ranger Database wouldn't have information about Pokemon that one would find in the Pokemon Encyclopedia:
	[quote][i]Jirachi: The Wish Pokemon
	Disclaimer: All information and images for this Pokemon are speculative and rumor, myth and legend, and there is no proven truth or accuracy.
	Jirachi was the first star to appear in the night sky. She gave birth to the rest of the stars that we see today. She designed the constellations that ancient peoples followed and divined. She was believed to see the future. More importantly, she was believed to be the one that shapes the future.
	The first shooting star seen by humans is recorded with the beginning of human's rise to civilization. She granted humans the ability to reason and logic and analysis. Because of this, the popular children's rhyme is derivative of the prayer ancient peoples would recite to call upon Jirachi and her ability to shape the future of humans:

	"Jirachi, Jirachi, I see you bright.
	Jirachi, Jirachi, I see your light.
	Jirachi, Jirachi, please show me what may -
	Jirachi, Jirachi, make true this: I say -"
	
	As her existence and powers quickly became legendary and mythical, she found her powers to be used for selfish and harmful means. The only record of her presence on this planet coincides with the first Fall of Civilization. Some believe this to be the Thousand Year War of Kalos myth. Some believe this to be the awakening of Kyogre and Groudon that wiped Hoenn off the planet, then shaped it to what it is today, and then Rayquaza was formed from the primal energies of the two Pokemon to force them to sleep.
	It's now believed that, after this event, she began to have some of the stars she made to fall across the night sky. They would provide some kind of hope to the people, but they would never grant her power. She would never again be used for evil - or good. It's said that the human she was first summoned by was told that she would only use her powers to repair the world if it was destroyed and for no other purpose. Conversely, it's believed the falling stars are sheets of the paper that is found on the top of her head. If one of these papers is found, it holds the power to make true anything that is written onto it. Furthermore, these sheets of paper could only be found by the pure of heart.
	Others have heard that she returns to the world every thousand years to grant the wish of the most innocent soul. She then grants them a sheet of the paper from her head for them to record their wish. She then grants the wish but keeps the paper to record everything she has shaped in the universe.
	In modern times, people have claimed to see an orb hovering across the sky in erratic patterns. It wasn't a plane or balloon or any kind of aircraft. Pictures taken of this object are believed to be altered and doctored to claim alien life. There are rumors that this orb is actually Jirachi in a kind of shell that will only be broken when the world ends and she will awaken to recreate the world - that she hovers close to the world to inspect the state of it and decide whether or not to intervene.

	- Madam Inderasa; Rustboro Historical Society[/i][/quote]

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	"I'll escort her for you, Major," Forrest said behind Lady Fairfax. 
	He loomed over her but looked straight ahead as she turned to see who would speak of her like that. Her face showed disgust and contempt and her mouth was slightly agape with shock. Her eyes widened to see the large man in front of her. She didn't realize she stood there in silence for longer than a few seconds.
	"Right this way, ma'am," Forrest said low and stern and turned to gesture for her walk back up the stairs before him. Again, he didn't look at her.
	"This is unacceptable," she tried to shriek but it came out as little more than a whimper. 
	"This is for your own safety, ma'am," he explained dryly.
	Lady Fairfax huffed and pouted her way out of Box Row. Forrest stood straight and stiff behind her so that when she turned around to give a disapproving look, she would be met with his chest a little too close. She muttered vain threats under her breath the whole way but Forrest paid no mind. The Rangers pacing quickly around the headquarters took immediate notice of the two and moved out of their way and stopped to stare at them. She was belittled, shamed, humiliated. Everyone knew she was responsible for more than half of the funds and permissions required to build and upkeep this headquarters and all of their bases around Hoenn. They couldn't help but wonder if this act, alone, would have her pull all their resources and they would lose their revenue and, thus, their jobs.
	Forrest assumed better. He wasn't terribly close to the Rangers, but he was close with the Master General. He wasn't interested in the politics of Hoenn, but he cared little for those that used money to gain influence to gain power over others. This alone wasn't necessarily bad, but using such power to lord over others, to control where to build and how, to control what energy was used and when, to control nearly the entire market of all goods native to Hoenn - Forrest never trusted the Fairfax Corporation. This was a key reason as to why he built his home in the Petaldale Forrest - outside of Fairfax reach, influence, and jurisdiction.
	He thought so little of this woman - resented her. When the Fairfax Corporation introduced new laws and regulations that targeted new construction, his parents felt immense financial strain. When the Fairfax Corporation was the sole benefactor for Prof. Fir's laboratory, his father had to cease all of the studies he was working on. It almost made him lose his job when his skillset did not match what he was forced to research. When Fairfax Corporation took a nationwide survey of all the flora of Hoenn, they destroyed all of Mrs. Honnings gardens throughout Oldale Town. When the Fairfax Corporation funded the entirety of the Pokemon League Championship, nearly half of his winnings went back to them.
	But he couldn't deny the good they had done. They eventually provided a grant to his mother to renovate the Academy. The scope of research they permitted allowed his father to pursue his original research, and with more and better resources. They funded the restoration of Oldale Town and its gardens. The winnings they took were multiplied and given to him throughout the rest of his life. 
	They seemed to destroy much of what they touched, only to turn around and make it better than it was before. He couldn't help but think how deceptive it appeared - manipulative. But they acted sympathetic and seemed to bend over backwards when they worked to reverse the damage they had done. It never set well with Forrest and he found it much simpler to just resent them all.
	He didn't listen to anything she had to say when they were out of the Headquarters. He stood still - at attention - on guard - as she berated him and the Rangers as a whole. He didn't give her the satisfaction of any kind of response until she walked away and was out of sight. He took a deep breath and turned to go back into the headquarters.
	"Make sure she doesn't trespass again," Forrest said sternly to the Ranger he passed.
	"Uh-uh, yes sir," the young Ranger said and saluted. She was confused with herself since Forrest wasn't an officer and it was out-of-place to salute to him like he was a senior officer. She looked around to make sure no one else saw and took his place at the headquarters entrance.
	Forrest went back down to Box Row. The buzzing around of Rangers had only increased since he came through the first time. Files were being brought from one room to another. Orders were being given over radio and intercom. The entire Rangers force was being mobilized, it seemed. 
	"Mr. Aeros concluded his interrogation. He's in the Computer Lab," Major White said.
	He only looked at Shaq'ti. Worry filled his chest as she relayed what she and the others had experienced. Though psychic Pokemon and their abilities were mostly over his head, he understood well enough that a single Pokemon able to do what it did was a major cause for alarm. He took a deep breath and flicked his eyes toward Major White. "Thank you," he said with a nod and quickly headed off in the direction of the Computer Laboratory.
	"Sir, you don't have -" a Ranger started to say as he tried to keep Forrest from entering.
	Forrest walked right through despite his forearm being grabbed and pulled. But it seemed to not register at all with him and he pulled the Ranger into the Comp Lab as he looked for Tristan. The Ranger promptly relented but spoke something into his walkie and resumed his position outside of the Lab.
	Four-celled cubicles filled the space. The tapping of keys filled the, otherwise, silent air. It was notably warmer in this room than elsewhere despite the same amount of air conditioning as everywhere else. The room appeared sterile. There were no decorations or Ranger insignias or plaques or even a corkboard with notices. He instinctually remained quiet as Shaq'ti focused to find the essence of Tristan or any of his Pokemon. The fastest-acting mind was eventually picked out to be the Elite Four member.
	"Why are you looking up myths?" Forrest said, his voice seemed to boom unnaturally loud in the silent space even though it was his normal speaking volume. His tone was slightly incredulous, but also a little curious. But his face returned to a deadly serious expression. Shaq'ti was still out of her Pokeball and bowed at Tristan.
	"Dick's got a job for us," he added and pointed his chin to the door. "How much longer do you think you'll be?"

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	Forrest led them further up and up the headquarters. They could have easily taken an elevator. But the one they passed appeared full of people and carts and boxes filled with files. He thought it more considerate to the use the stairs to allow those who had to transport stuff around.
	They twisted and turned down hallways into corridors into narrow paths that eventually led to a non-descript door. Without psychic Pokemon, one would easily get lost and disoriented if the path wasn't memorized. A woman stood at attention to the side of the door. The symbols on her sleeve showed she was a General, one neither of them had met. 
	"Sir, you're not permitted - " she started to say until her eyes landed on Tristan.
	"Oh, sir, um. I'm sorry, this is a private meeting," she tried to explain in a less authoritative tone.
	The door to the room was conspicuously opened by Forrest as he stomped into the room after completely ignoring the General. The General rushed in and tried to pull at Forrest who stood still and unbothered by the tugging - again.
	"General Olsen, please. They're here on my request. I apologize for not informing you," the Master General said as he rose from his seat.

	At the head of the table was Master General Hardy, as one would expect. He had his fatigue jacket on, but it still looked odd since he wasn't wearing the rest of his fatigues. The glasses on his eyes seemed to age him at least ten years.
	Grand Admiral Patricia Carrigan sat to his right. She was in her full formal uniform that looked freshly pressed and cleaned. Her dark skin and dark hair and dark eyes appeared darker against her navy-blue uniform. She looked about in her mid-40's. She had what seemed to be the perfect hourglass figure, though that could easily be achieved with the stiff and forming uniforms the Rangers wore.
	Grand Watcher Amelia Clark had the most amount of papers and documents in front of her and she was diligently writing on and flipping through them. She took no notice of the guests and never looked up. She was in her fatigues as she had come directly from Lavaridge Town and was understandably busy with keeping up with refugees. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun and none saw her soft brown eyes. Her lightly-tanned skin appeared a bit more browed against her yellow fatigues. She pushed her glasses up her slender nose a few times as she quickly scanned the documents in front of her. Still, she was the most recognizably only being 35 and having been granted the position of Grand Watcher. She was certainly proving her rank.
	Grand Colonel Theodore Gray sat next to the Grand Admiral. He had managed to wear all of his proper fatigues, which looked brand-new. The signature green fatigues seemed to fit tight around him. The man was large, though it seemed mostly with muscle. Though his belly stuck out and seemed to strain the button at its apex, his arms were well-defined under the thick cloth. It would be no surprise that this man, despite being around 60, would be much stronger than Forrest. Additionally, he made the Master General look small. What was more impressive was his long, full, salt and pepper beard that covered his entire chest.
	Grand Conserve Regita Kline sat next to the Grand Watcher. She, too, wore her formal uniform in much the same fashion as the Grand Admiral. The lilac purple was distinct enough from the navy blue. Further more distinct was her slim, almost too slim, figure. Her cheeks and jaw were more pointed than round and her pale and unblemished face suggested she remained inside most of the time. Her arms didn't fill out the sleeves of her blazer. The cuffs of the sleeves didn't touch the top of her wrists as she rested both hands on the table. But she had long and slender and clean hands. Her nails were painted a bold red. Her engagement and wedding right stuck out far from her finger. But she wore no other jewelry and had a harshly serious face. It was difficult to tell if she was in her early 40's or late 60's.
	Grand Warden Amelia du'Pont sat opposite the Master General. Her face wasn't nearly as harsh as the Grand Conserve, but she appeared unamused. Her gray hair was put up in braids and twisted around in a rather elegant manner. Though she wore a modest and flowing sundress, she wasn't a small woman. In fact, she could easily lift the Grand Colonel and probably toss him a foot or so. But she wore an eclectic blend and amount of jewelry and the make-up she wore was flattering but not caked-on. In fact, she was the only one of the three women that wore any make-up at all. Still she was in her late 50's to early 60's, but she looked put-together and like a perfectly pleasant lady.
	In front of each of them were papers, though the Master General had the most in front of him. He sat back down and shuffled some of these papers back into a couple neat piles and told the two of them to sit and gestured to the chairs behind them on either side of the doorway. They were close enough to not need to be moved, but the Grand Warden and the others shifted their seats enough to more directly face the pair.
	"I suspect you're mostly up to speed, Mr. Aeros," the Master General started. "We need to you both to lead two different raids on Jonton's known safehouses or hideouts or bases due to our lack of resources considering we're still managing the aftermath of the Mauville Attack," he explained unnecessarily. "Are there any two that you prefer?" he asked and looked directly at Tristan expectantly.