In a world where no ten-year-old children rose up to defeat the teams that threatened to take over their region, all six organizations worldwide were able to do just that: take over their respective regions. Unsatisfied with control over just their home, however, each set their sights on the mainland – Kanto, Johto, and the surrounding areas – only to find that they weren't the only ones with that same idea.
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The base in Pewter wasn't up to snuff for the technical needs of Galactic. It wasn't big enough to bring over one of the air tunnels from the main base in Sinnoh, they couldn't even put in a proper office for Piper herself, let alone offices for the admins and the head scientist. Hopefully the one inside Mt Moon (construction was almost completed for a huge base accessible only through one door and a helipad) would be done in a month or two, so they wouldn't have to use whatever the Pewter one was.
Piper, or Mars, as her codename was, and what the grunts were being told, was here to discuss new uniforms, of all things. The old ones weren't stylish enough for well, Saturn, one of her elites, so Mars figured she might as well let her design new ones.
So now Mars was waiting in the makeshift lab in the base for Saturn, and another elite named Neptune who had a bad track record, and was said to be a good-looking guy, an admin had told her.
it was difficult to imagine she was being summoned to pewter due to her protests over the current uniforms. she was expecting a promotion before it happened, but then again, saturn recently gained the elite position, recent being a little over a year ago. she didn't deserve anything higher than what she was, and she was incredibly thrilled about it.
anyway, she was being dragged off to pewter city from cherrygrove- quite a long voyage for the woman in heels- and arrived within two days. the city was not her favorite place to be, and frankly, she didn't enjoy any of the current galactic-held facilities. well, except for the lake of rage. that was always a fun place to hang out.
the directions to the meeting caused a little pout from the pinkette, since she was heading toward mount moon on first instinct (someone mentioned a galactic base there.. must not have been done. great). now, with the correct coordinates in hand, her destination was much easier to locate, and soon enough, saturn found the base and the correct lab, knocking a few times before entering.
"saturn, elite, reporting in," she stated clearly, a pleasant smile on her face.
Neptune never expected anything good to come from being called by Galactic’s leader. He had reported to her directly when he arrived back in Pewter as his own choice, but perhaps that was a mistake. It might have been better if she had been unaware of his presence for awhile longer. There were only so many ways a meeting with the leader could go, and he knew better than to think it was for something pleasant like a pay bonus. Not after he had gone over budget again on his travels back to Pewter from Johto.
Perhaps the meeting was going to be about how he bought an unreasonable amount of ice cream for a Rocket member in Viridian. Perhaps the meeting was going to be about his secret meeting with Uranus. He had no idea how they could possibly find out about that, so he doubted it. But it was a possibility. He could be demoted again due to his lazy approach to his recent assignments. Perhaps the new leader planned on firing him altogether. Or perhaps he was just being asked to complete a new project for the team.
Scandals, punishments, or even just new assignments, Neptune dreaded it all. However, he chose not to make any definite assumptions about why he was being called. Despite his dread, he still arrived at Piper’s office door at the time he had been given. To his surprise, the door was already open and he was not the only Elite present.
He greeted Saturn with a wide grin before waving to the leader. “Neptune here, just as requested.” Did he get any brownie points for at least showing up on time?
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Her two elites finally showed up. Mars relaxed her shoulders, which she'd stiffened when the two arrived. She was never one for things like this, but they came with the job, so the leader was getting better with them. Mars checked her watch. Saturn was right on time; Neptune, a minute late. "You're a minute late, Neptune. It's boring waiting, so hurry up next time, okay?" she said, glancing up.
Now, what had she called them there for? What was it? It dropped from her head from speaking to Neptune. Crap. She racked her brains, then remembered. New uniforms. Wow, that was wonderful. Pretty things that definitely needed life support systems of some sort.
"Right, uh, Saturn, someone said you weren't happy with the current uniforms. They don't have life support systems, so I understand why you're unhappy with them. I'd like you to design new ones, if that's okay. Neptune, I'd like you to model the new male uniforms for people, okay?" Mars said, looking squarely at the two elites.
not long after the door swung open, her fellow elite- formerly admin- neptune, arrived. she returned the smile at the dark haired male before turning her attention back to mars, holding back an unladylike snort from the minute late comment. certainly, galactic's leader had a lovely sense of humor, and saturn was thrilled she wasn't of the stuck-up group.
visibly flinching at the mention of her uniform protest, she thought for a moment her idea might become repealed. however, when that was proven as not the case at hand, she relaxed. "you can count on me, sir." she replied, almost a bit too enthusiastically, before catching the second part of the directions.
oh, wait- neptune was going to be modelling the male grunt uniform? this time, she couldn't keep a giggle from escaping, and quickly shut her mouth. "i suppose i'll be sporting the female uniforms as well?" confirmation was a key variable, after all.
Neptune’s posture deflated at the leader’s words. He felt his optimism and hope escape his body like air, probably to join his dreams somewhere in the fleeting regions of the atmosphere. It was in that moment he couldn’t help but drop his own act of professionalism. “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he sighed. In all honesty, he did like their new leader a lot more than he had liked their older one.
Despite her words, there was something less stuffy about their meetings. He didn’t want to say he wasn’t as afraid of Mars as he had been the other, as he was still certain she would be the end of him if he crossed over any wrong lines.
He awaited the imminent orders or updates, still expecting the worst to be said at any moment. And then… those orders ended up being something he had not at all expected. “What.” He said at first, wondering if it was a joke. Neptune didn’t dislike his uniform, and he hadn’t seen a redesign coming any time soon. It was a surprise to him. However, this was not bad news either. He was a tall and lanky man who did find himself fairly good looking. He would make a fitting model if that was being asked of him.
A smile worked its way past his look of bafflement. “Of course! It would be an honor.” An assignment where all he had to do was stand there and look good? This was perfect. “I might also have some suggestions, if that’s alright, Saturn. I've been hoping for a waterproof option for a long time.”
Mars' shoulders relaxed when Saturn agreed. Technically, there was no way she wouldn't agree, because no one usually denied the leader something they wanted, but the pinkette wouldn't have a problem with most denials, unless they were denying her, well. Some rather important things like movements and pretzels. Man, she loved pretzels.
"Oh, uh, yes, Saturn, I'd be very happy if you modeled the female uniforms. But don't design them in mind for you and Neptune over there," she said, glancing over at the former admin who just said something about waterproof uniforms. Waterproofing came way after life support systems. The leader was rather crazy about them.
"Also, Saturn, I didn't know that I just grew a little dangly in between my thighs. Amazing. Simply wonderful how you knew that before I did. I'm a ma'am, not a sir. Got it?" Mars said, looking over at Saturn with a stern look. Sir was for the last leader. She was a lady, not some random higher up dude.
