Forrest sighed in relief whenever Pandora let out a pulse of cooling energy. The sweat across his body sent a brief chill through him at first, which could only be noticed by his shrinking nipples. It didn't seem cool enough to make him cold as the tropical heat couldn't be staved off entirely with a simple Mist. But it definitely made it comfortable. The mist eventually gave way to dewiness. Even Shaq'ti managed to relay the feeling of relief to Pandora, directly. 
	Forrest gave some food to Shaq'ti which made her drop her scanning for the moment. He then offered food to everyone else and even asked if Antligon or Oracle wanted some food via Ether. He didn't press anyone to eat since he wasn't very hungry, himself, but forced himself to eat. He nodded to affirm Tristan's offer as he fed those that wished to eat and finished the last few bites he was able to tolerate.

	Oracle closed her eyes as she glimpsed to somewhere into the future. She saw orbs - purple and orange and blue - streak down through the clouds. The sky was a solid blue. They looked like orbs of energy falling straight toward the ground from past the clouds. She looked up and saw only faint wisps of clouds that streaked the sky that was a gradient of blue from the horizon to directly above her and Antligon. She couldn't shake the feeling that the orbs were awfully similar to Flygon's Draco Meteor. But Forrest specifically told him not to perform that move. She confirmed this with Antligon, himself, who said he wouldn't perform the move unless Forrest directly told him to or if he needed to for them to get away from a threat - but that he hadn't seen anything unusual and hadn't been notified of any danger yet. She still notified everyone of this vision to ensure that everyone was on high-alert - to not be caught off-guard.
	She glimped again into a point in the future and saw the cabin on fire. It roared and seared her feathers within the vision. She saw papers swiftly go up in flames and float into the air as ash that soon disintegrated into nothing. People dumped boxes of papers into the flames and then the people, themselves, went up in flames. They were trying to destroy evidence before any of it could be found. She urged Tristan to go as quickly as Shaq'ti could to get and learn as much as possible before that could happen.

	And so they did. As was agreed, it was only Tristan and Shaq'ti who approached the cabin while Forrest and all the other Pokemon stayed behind. Forrest was, understandably, more on-edge since learning about Oracle's visions, but he took several deep breaths to try to calm himself. He took her first vision to mean that Flygon was going to have to use Draco Meteor for some reason or another. The second made him worried for Tristan that he would be caught within the base as it burned. But he remembered Shaq'ti was capable of quite accurate teleportation, and so that concern was relieved.
	There were three people carrying out boxes from within the cabin. There was a man and a woman wearing common civilian clothing and appeared, otherwise, normal. This made the other man stand out that much more. He was hulking - at least 7 feet tall. He was built like Forrest, but proportional to his height. The giant was terrifying. He carried two large boxes, one on the other, filled with books out of the cabin and about thirty feet away from the building. He wore an open suede vest, blue jeans, and leather boots. His hair was short but had tight dark brown curls. He was evenly furry across his entire body, it seemed. His face and everything on it was wide and large. It might have looked cartoonish if he wasn't so massive. Most would consider him "ruggedly handsome." He was clearly performing likely the only job he was hired to do - lift heavy things and put them down.
	Investigating the boxes, they appeared to filled with common books found in any personal library. There was fiction and history and myths of various topics. Nothing stood out since there wasn't anything as esoteric as the myth of Jirachi. There were cook books and gardening books. It was all rather mundane. They couldn't be scoured too thoroughly as having books disappear and reappear elsewhere would certainly be suspicious.
	The cabin, itself, was rather nice. There was no central heating or cooling system, which was immediately felt. But it was furnished rather nicely. And though the scent of sweaty adults permeated the immediate area, it, otherwise, smelled nice enough. There was a living room with a couch and seat and coffee table and fireplace. The kitchen was rather cluttered with non-perishable food that appeared to be in the process of being eaten. A quick check of the drawers and cabinets only revealed typical things found in kitchens. It was then that Tristan remembered that the cabin, itself, was a front for the base underground. But he had to make sure he found everything he could within the cabin before descending into the base.
	He quickly scanned bedrooms and bathrooms, where nothing of note was found. Tristan was expecting to find something of interest in the office, but there was virtually nothing of interest - it didn't even look like the office was used. The papers spread out on the desk and the table were blank or just receipts. The pens had never been used. More reams of blank paper were found in the drawers. Typical office supplies filled other drawers. Dissapointing.
	The only talk among the people that puttered around was about what needed to be gotten and what was going to stay. But one individual said something that unconsciously put the fear of Arceus in him. "Taurus" was referenced as being here. Tristan hadn't seen anyone that appeared particularly authoritative or even dressed at least similarly or uniquely as he remembered Pisces appeared. But he had to stay focused despite how his heart skipped.
	Tristan saw someone come out of the floor in the room across the office. It was a trapdoor that was left open. A ladder led down into relative darkness. Tristan had to wait a few minutes to find the right time where he could climb down the ladder without getting in the way of the pully system that was rigged to bring up supplies from below.
	He kept a lookout for anyone who he believed might have been Taurus. Tristan wondered if it was the giant as he looked the most distinctive, if only for his size. But it didn't make sense since he was just carrying things out of the building.
	The base was massive. He moved as quickly as Shaq'ti could. Corridors led to corridors led to bunk rooms led to mess halls led to showers led to weight rooms led to storage rooms...
	The storage rooms appeared mostly full of clothes and linens and office supplies. But one such storage room made Tristan froze. Explosive. Massive bombs that were stacked on top of each other and lined in rows. Most of the room appeared to have been emptied considering the unworn portions of the floor. From a quick calculation, there were probably 100 medium to large explosives that were recently removed from this base. Tristan found himself audibly panting and was reminded by Shaq'ti to remain quiet. Useful information, to be sure, but nothing that led to finding answers to unanswered questions.
	Tristan felt like he was racing to explore as much of the base as he could. He eventually came across a rather important looking office. There were two people puttering around in there. There wasn't too much room to really do much without threatening to bump into them. But it looked like they were packing up books from the wall behind the desk. So he stood in front of the desk and examined the kinds of books that he could make out.
	They were ledgers - activity ledgers. He wanted to take them all. One of the people suggested that it was going to be fun to "watch all of this go up in flames." His heart sank and skipped at the realization that so much of this information would be lost since he knew he wouldn't be able to take all of it, or even much of it.
	He quickly investigated all around the desk. He moved slowly so his opening of drawers wasn't noticed as one of them carried out a box and the other moved to another corner of the room. Files. Individual's files of activity and position and authority. Perfect. He grabbed seven files that had the most recent information in them that he could find. He then turned to quickly analyze the organization system of the ledgers. It took a few minutes to find the most recent ledger, which was larger up close and realized he'd only be able to take the one without being noticed and without threatening to drop what he was able to get.
	Oracle was right. They were going to burn all the evidence they could. But why were they taking out so many of the ledgers and files instead of lighting them on fire directly in the base? He looked around and noticed all the walls were made of concrete and there was an impressive sprinkler system. Perhaps it was faster this way than trying to disarm it - or maybe it couldn't be disarmed? He wasn't about to take the time to figure out that piece of information given how precious the information he had in his hands was and how desperate he was to get out of here as soon as he could.
	Tristan realized it was going to be between difficult and impossible to climb the ladder with the files and ledgers he had. Shaq'ti offered to carry them as she was just going to levitate herself up the same way she levitated herself down. But it would cut her speed down exponentially as she wasn't used to being concerned with anything on her body as she affected the perceptions of those around her. Tristan had to reassure himself that it would be fine, that whatever means he needed to use to get these files out of here and to the Rangers was of the utmost importance.
	Again they had to wait to find the time they would be able to use the ladder. It felt like an eternity before he could hand over the files to Shaq'ti and begin to climb the ladder at the speed she could handle. Panic was setting in at the realization that Taurus was here and they could found out at any moment and if he had Pokemon anywhere near as strong as Pisces, they'd have to teleport away as quickly as possible.
	Tristan took the files from Shaq'ti as soon as he could and they rushed through the cabin and down the steps and toward where he knew Forrest and their Pokemon were waiting.
	"There!"
	Tristan looked around and noticed the very large man a few other people were looking directly at them. He glanced at Shaq'ti who's eyes mimicked his own.
	He felt a low rumbling up his body from the ground. It felt like minutes as the rumbling grew into a near-earthquake. His heart could burst out of his chest as he saw a massive Tauros come into view directly toward them. He managed to glance over to see Malamar atop the roof - surely that was the reason they were found out.
	He felt a firm but soft hand land on his chest as the hooves of the Tauros pounded into the ground and tore so much earth underneath them. He blinked and they were among Forrest and their Pokemon.
	"[i]I'm sorry. I'm exhausted. I could only teleport us here for now,[/i]" she thought to only Tristan and Ether.

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	Forrest stood up as Tristan and Shaq'ti disappeared. He nodded to Ether who's mind immediately went to all around them while he kept a link with his trainer. He looked at Pandora, the Jynx. She put her hands all over him, which felt nice considering how cold her touch was. She reminded Forrest of Damselraed and encouraged her behavior. Damselraed started to vie for his attention from Pandora. Forrest found it amusing how jealous she was getting but tried to reassure her. But Pandora recoiled as she went to kiss Forrest's cheek. Veritas relayed that she was going to Lovely Kiss him, which they definitely did not need. Forrest tried to reassure Pandora that he would accept her affection and that she didn't need to go so far with it.
	They all eventually settled as Ether relayed everything Tristan was seeing and hearing. Forrest found it difficult to keep track of how quickly the thoughts entered his mind. Oracle sent the occasional update as well - that nothing was happening from what they could see from their vantage point. But Oracle unconsciously filled with anxiety as she learned her second vision would be true and couldn't help but think back to the vision she'd seen those few days ago - with Pisces and Forrest and Damselraed. She wanted so badly to warn Forrest, but she would continue to wait until Tristan allowed her to.
	Their own shock at learning about the bombs was naturally muted as they weren't physically there. It felt like so much time had passed until Tristan had found files and was working to leave the cabin.
	Oracle's first vision of the Draco Meteor flashed in her mind. She instinctually looked up to learn that the vision was coming true at this very moment. She warned Antligon who looked up quickly and thought for her to retreat as he engaged the move. He didn't perform the move, after all.
	Her mind was then filled with all the action that took place seemingly all at once as Tristan left the cabin. Shaq'ti was concerningly tapped of her psychic energy, it seemed. She communicated to them all that Antligon was also going to try to counter a Draco Meteor that was falling as this was all happening.