The NEW BARK Team

Javolt tries not to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the human dwelling although his soul does quaver a bit at the thought of entering a human's property, even if it was one like a pokecentre.
It felt sneaky doing so without his partner's permission.
Again he finds himself instictively turning towards the small radio pinned to his collar to ask his partner for orders and again he feels the tiny sinking sensation of guilt that his partner was dead.
At the same time he feels a bit of life return to his injured leg.
The actual sensation is rather unplesant, a kind of prickly itching feel mingled with the searing pain of the deep gash wound but now he can move his thigh enough to take steps on it. His foot is still numb and bends backwards rather than take his weight but he can speed up from a three legged hop to a proper lopsided run if he had to.
The return of the pain is a welcome sign although it makes him clench his jaw harder on the stick.
Before he had worried the blow had severed part of his spinal cord and left the limb paralyzed, now it seems to be simply that the shock of the impact had numbed his nerve endings and they would make a slow painful recovery.
If they did not the limb would still have to be amputated...
Javolt does not see the tiny spots of purple on the Dewott's fur of the ice he uses to cover them but his sharp ears do hear the growl and he turns, barking a short enquiry at Taki before turning back to the Glaceon.
"I am not so weak as to be unable to provide electrical power to a machine, should it be needed..." He tells Meghdad, although it is clear from his tone that even saying the sentence is hurting him.

Meghdad glance at Javolt and just gave a nod in confirmation to show he heard the Manectric. He lead the way inside the Pokemon center and glance back once more to make sure the other two were in. He then twitch his ears at the silence in the center telling them that the power was out. He looked at Javolt with concern since he was sure that even with the electric abilities of the discharge Pokemon he knew that it will weaken him even more then he already was from the battle but didn't say anything. He saw the machine he recognized that the nurse always put him and his sister on when their trainer brought them in for healing purposes. "Well Inspector Javolt let's get you on that machine there and then you can give it some power. Taki can you get ready to press the button needed to have the machine do it's purpose once it has power back in it," Meghdad said softly.

With a wince the grizzled Manectric clambers up onto the cold steel of the healing machine, gritting his teeth from the pain it took to walk but pointedly refusing to accept any help.
He roughly had to drag his hind legs up to get the non-responsive limb actually on place in the platform.
Folding his paws neatly and letting his blue-furred chin rest on them he closes his icy blue eyes and concentrates.
The air begins to pick up a tinge of the smell of Ozone as static energy is leeched from the surrounding atmosphere to fill his fur and crackle in visible sparks around the shock-stiffened fur of his large faded yellow mane.
It throws a tiny light over the other scars that crisscross his body from the many other injuries he had to have healed in this manner; most of them inflicted by a human's desperate knife slash rather than pokemon claws.
Normally Javolt was told to keep his normal static energies in control as to not interfere with the equipment but now he focuses on bringing them out across his entire body and sending them through the still fairly clean top of the machine down through the twisting pathways of many wires until it reaches the engine inside and the machine comes back to life.
Javolt opens his eyes and releases the Thunder Wave as the machine is revived.
There is nothing more he can do but trust in the other now and he keeps a suspicious eye cracked open as for a moment he rests to recover his lost energy.

((OOC: Five posts to go~!))

Meghdad watch as Javolt started the machine by using his electricity. He then watch as Taki pressed the button needed to be press to start the machine in healing Javolt. The fresh snow Pokemon really hope that this machine will heal Javolt completely or at least well enough so that his leg wouldn't bring him anymore pain. Yeah he knew that the proud discharge Pokemon was preventing the pain from the leg showing on his face but the Glaceon knew it had to be hurting him. After he was sure Javolt was healed and able to defend himself from possible trouble Meghdad will go looking around the center to see if they have any Sitrus and Oran berries that will help the healing along for Javolt.

Javolt twitches as the sparking energy of the healing machine starts to saturate his very cells.
A motor inside the plastic casing starts to whir with a high pitched sound that makes his ears ache as the metal plate he rests on suddenly becomes filled with a static charge.
Inside the machine the now recharged battery pumps out electrical power that the machines inner workings swiftly and through a process he cannot hope to understand, transform the electrical energy into the kind of healing energy produced by some pokemon.
Enamating from the domed shape above him the metal plate underneath him paralyzes him temporarily to prevent him from further damage.
As a static tingling crackles over his skin Javolt watches the green bands of energy pulse as they travel through him.
The crust of blood on his legs dries into a long sticky ribbon as the energy targets the worst wound on his hind legs as well as restoring his small aches and pains.
The mist of his exhaustion rises from Javolt as if evapourated away as new energy courses in to fill his old bones.
His cracked teeth settle, his tired paws stop aching.
Although he can't turn his head to see it the wound on his back is slowly but surely being drawn closed by the electrical energy.
Javolt's icy blue eyes focus beyond the healing rays to his companions.
The Glaceon, Meghdad, he understood. He could tell the Ice-type was only willing to listen to his orders while he got over his grief for his dead companions and soon he would likely wish to go his own ways.
The Dewott, Taki, he was more suspicious of.
What was the Water Type's motive and how did it acquire such a prominent scar?
For a second beyond the green pulse of the human machine he thought he saw a spot of purple on the dark blue fur but an energy ring wobbles across his line of sight and when it is gone so is the phantom image.
Perhaps he is merely being paranoid...

With a harsh whirr the tug holding him still releases and Javolt is free to raise his head and inspect the wound.
It is still red raw and will no doubt be leaving another scar across him but the gash itself has been neatly repaired. Javolt licks away the dried blood.
Some sensation has returned to his injured limb but that wound was too deep for the machine to fully heal. Only time and luck will restore his injured leg.
With a mechanical 'beep' the meter now once again shows red.
Newly restored PP and health flowing through his veins Javolt leaps down from the platform to show his restored health.

(I'm brain dead with what to do with Meghdad right now so skip me for now)

Testing putting weight on his healed back leg the Manectric still winces. The wound has been sealed but will take considerably longer to fully heal and over exertion may tear it straight open once again. It would be a long time before he would once again he able to run at full speed.
Carefully he licks the sticking up fur around the wound over to cover the long slash marks the Dragonite's claws have left.
They will leave long deep scars and the fur will never grow back.
It was only good fortune that prevented his tail from being damaged, without it he could not use many of his electric attacks and his balance would be considerably skewed.
Noticeably putting less weight on his hind leg Javolt stands and carefully surveys his surroundings, sniffing at the air for unfamiliar scents as he looks around.
This would be a good place to set up defenses as it is the only place in New Bark with such abundance of medical supplies and no doubt other pokemon would also come here seeking them.
"I thank you for your assistance." He tells Meghdad and Taki as he inclines his head to show gratitude.
Shuffling his weight from foot to foot to test the new limb he suddenly catches trace of a familiar bitter scent and his fur bristles.

Meghdad sighed softly as he looked around the Pokemon center. He was glad to see that the machine helped Javolt mostly in his healing but he knew that they still have to take it easy and be more careful. He heard Taki return from where he went with a stash of berries. Meghdad looked at the Dewott and nodded his head in thanks since he really didn't have anything to say. When Meghdad to a sniff around his fur stood up as he glance around for the source of the smell he just caught. He knew that he will have to be careful, if they have to fight in here, so that he would damage the others.

The uneasy sense they were still in danger still prickling through him the Manectric carefully glances around as he replies.
"We will need to defend ourselves from attack while we await the return of the humans." He growls, standing shakily on his still injured leg. "We have food..." He throws an approving glance at Taki's stash of berries. "Now we will need...barricades."
The very word sends a thrill through him and fills him with the memories of the other barricade. The remembered scents of burning wood and flesh fill his nose and for a moment the memory makes his head feel lighter. Instinctively his body tenses from the remembered adrenaline.
In his minds eye he sees the towering construction of wood high against the night sky and illuminated by the burning fires. Ant-like black figures scurried back and forth across the makeshift construction waving flags in bright colors.
He remembers the firm touch on his back as he and his master were dragged inside by the criminal they had gone to hunt and then...he had let them go and by the light of burning furniture as the barricade fell he still remembers that one final gunshot as his partner had taken his own life rather than live in a world where criminals were reasonable.
In his minds ear in the wake of the gunshot and superimposed over the crackle of flames and the distant scream of dying men he could still remember the song they had sung, every note ringing clear as a bell.
"Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!"
The memory fades into the remembered smoke and takes with it Javolt's good humor.
"We get barricades." He snaps. "Set up a defense perimeter for our own protection."
Standing fully upright he cuts an intimidating figure of military might.

(I'm sorry guys I'm just completely writers block when it comes to Meghdad and there isn't really much going on right now anyway so just skip)

"Taki!" The Discharge pokemon barks, his old manner of command returning with the healing of his leg. "You are hereby promoted to Acting Arms-master. Find me large bits of wood, furniture, any lab equipment we can afford to spare and report back with a catalogue. We are going to make his place a fortress."
Strutting down the lobby with his golden badge gleaming on his chest Javolt turns to face his army of two.
"Our first priorities are supply and defense." He says with absolute confidence. "Once we have sufficient food and water supplies which Arms-master Taki assures us we do our most important goal is fortification of our location against enemy attack. We're going to lock and bar every exit and entrance. No-one goes in or gets out without my say so. We are going to entrench ourselves in this secure location and here there will be order."
He turns to walk back the other way.
"From there we can move on to rescue of the just and extermination of the unlawful. Any questions?" He barks, turning to glare through his ice cold eyes. The scar that has blinded him is particularly livid.
"Then mooooooove out!"
His speech over with the Manectric turns to his own self-imposed task of making sure the pokecenter is fortified against attack.

Meghdad sighed softly as he listen to Javolt give orders. He began to realize that he can't stay here with these memories of all the deaths before him and the lost of his Luna. He was sure his little Parmida is fine but he needed to get out of this place and find somewhere else to go. The fresh snow Pokemon decided to help set up the home base though he kept a wary eye on the Dewott. He didn't trust the water type and knew he had to make sure Javolt gets on his guard around the Pokemon just to be on the safe side, especially since Meghdad was planning on getting away from here and soon. Once he did all he could do he walked over to Javolt and said softly so that only Javolt could hear him, "You know Inspector Javolt, before I came to be here I thought I heard of a criminal that has been known to kill people and Pokemon alike with some kind of blade. Many officers believe it is the work of a Dewott." He knew it was wrong to say this but he just didn't trust Taki and if he was going to leave he wanted to leave a warning to Javolt so that the Manectric will be on his guard around the water type.

The inspector swiftly perks up his ears at this unexpected news. A change passes over his furred features, moving from disbelief to a terrible cold rage and finally into deep suspicion.
The previous good cheer following his healing completely evapourates.
"Taki?" He enquires softly, taking a small step towards the Glaceon and keeping his voice low. "I shall...be observing him closely."
The manectric's ice colored eyes are cold. Living or dead, he had no mercy to spare for criminals.
A few sparks crawl over his mane to show his bad humour before disappearing. He would give the Dewott the benefit of a doubt...for now. Killing something with blades was hardly an ability limited entirely to the Dewott species, a scyther or kabutops could be the culprit but the Glaceon's warning is enough to immediatly raise Javolt's guard.
There was another thing too that Meghdad apparently did not know about; the faint bitter scent of the infection he had picked up when they had first entered the building.
"A pitfall would be a considerable advantage Armsmaster Taki." The manectric then says loud enough for the Dewott to hear. "I will build up our defences in here. If you see any suspicious signs you return immediatly." He orders the shorter water type, aware that in a fight the Dewott would have an advantage over him. "Establishing defences is our current priority."

Meghdad nodded his head at Javolt's comments glad that the Manectric took his words to mind. The fresh snow Pokemon didn't want to leave a fellow living behind when he does leave but for the moment Meghdad will be here to watch his back until he figures out where he wish to traveled to. He knew he had to find his sister soon but he wasn't sure where she could be right now. For all he knew she was in a different region then where he is at right now. If that is so he wasn't sure how he will be able to find her anytime soon.

Carefully watching the Dewott go to obey his orders the Inspector surveys the mess of spare lab equipment; tangled and broken metal and plastic, some of it quite heavy and measures up the walls. The electronic sliding doors he would leave clear of reinforcement but well guarded in case some other pokemon decided to show up but the weaker walls he will fortify to the best of his ability.
His newly healed leg still softly pulsing with pain the Manectric carefully strides over to the mess of machinery.
He clicks his yellowed teeth together sharply and from the contact forms a light of a spark that sets his jaws alight with the bright flame of Fire Fang.
In his powerful jaws he grabs hold of a protruding section of pipe and braces his legs as he tugs it forwards. For a moment the twisting bit of metal catches on something else before it breaks free and clunks to the floor. The aching of his leg a warning against too much heavy lifting the Manectric carefully drags the now glowing cherry red piping over to the wall and crudely pretty much solders the hot metal into place. The flames in his jaws are the only legacy he has from the father he never wanted to meet and the heat never hurt his mouth at all. Regardless he is cautious to edge around the small drops that drip from the metal’s side as he eases it into place. His paws did not have any resistance to the fire’s heat.
Pressing the pipe into its new place with a nudge of his snout Javolt returns to the pile and picks up another bit of lab equipment.
Working steadily he manages to twist the other bit of metal into place like part of some complicated puzzle, the heat he gathered in his jaws roughly causing the two parts to nearly fuse together as the cooling softened metals are pushed into each other.
Again he returns to pick up another bit of discarded lab equipment, slowly but surely shoring up the walls with a skeleton of metal that would resist any attack being made against them from breaking through.
Slowly but surely the complicated tangled structure of the barricade comes to life inside the pokecentre as Javolt props the wooden boards over the windows.

(skip me this time around just say that Meghdad is watching Javolt curiously while keeping watch outside at a window that was near him.

Inside the pokecenter the mad tangle of metal, plastic and wood has started to take up some semblence of structure. The metallic struts of pipes form a crude sort of barrier across all the walls, invisible from the outside and designed to withstand powerful impacts. The flat topped plastic panneling forms a kind of walkway over top of the metal and Javolt proudly struts along the top of it, ignoring the pulse of pain in his leg.
His blue furred chest rises and falls with the effort he has put into his construction, trying to get the place barricaded before night fall.
The Manectric's pink tongue lolls from the corner of his mouth as he pants for breath and winces as he runs his tongue over his lips.
In his hurry to get the place fortified he has neglected to drink and thirst dries his throat as if he has just eaten sand.
Leaping down from his barricade the Inspector devours a much deserves Oran Berry, feeling it's taut blue skin split under his teeth and the rich cool juices dribble down his chin.
Sighing in relief he spits out the seed and examines it.
Human's used to plant these for food. Although his paws are too large to work the berry pots Taki could do it...if he wasn't a criminal.
Javolt's fur bristles at the thought. No mercy.
He strides to the door and it opens for him.
"Taki!" He barks outside, looking on at the deep trench that runs along the circumference of the small pokecenter.