The sea. Where there is only one rule- The strongest baddest bitch survives and the weak get fucked. This rule also applies to all life. Or at least according to Andres.



Andres was a muscular man with messy blond hair with a pompadour and dreads that made him look like a jellyfish. His outfit was how he viewed himself- A strong ruler who will conquer the tides. It was a blue fur coat and long swim pants, all which showed off his ‘peak masculinity’ as he liked to call it. Around his neck was a gold chain and on it was a tooth which he claimed to be a memento of the submarine size Sharpedo he wrestled .



He stared at Slateport City. He needed an excuse. Something to go there. Just to see the view.



“Andres,” He looked up and grinned at his guest. It was an anthromorhphic hell cat alien with turquoise and violet flames and bone exposed around his stomach . He had joined Alpha Gang for the same reasons most of the new grunts joined this team. To the titanic leader of the Alpha Gang he was just a scared confused girl.

“Juno,” He said in a gruff voice, “What brings a lovely lass to?”

“Very funny, sir,” he said with venom oozing from his voice. He pulled out a projector and it displayed Captain Stern “We got word from our intel group that Captain Stern is expected to get some part from Devon Corp from a trainer named Jazz Wayra,” device displayed Jazz Wayra.
As cute the bird was, it was not worth the trip.“...Just send some of the guys to steal it from her.”

“Very well. I’ll send some of the men to Slateport.”
Andre’s eyes lit up like a Pyroar at an all you can eat meat buffet, “Slateport!”
The tom nodded his head, “Yes. That is the place where Captain Stern resides in the city working as both the head of the Shipyard and the museum curator .”

“...In that case, I’ll go too!,” He said, his voice booming with exuberant, “Tough trainers tend to pass by Slateport all the time after all and those bunch of piss drinking wimps can’t handle a Wurmple shooting silk at their dick let alone a battle there. It is best for a man like me to go ahead and clear the way. And after that we can have some fun. Heck, I know a place that sells women's swimsuits that look good on you.”

Juno claws scraped the inside of his shoes “I’ll report to the others.”



Andres traced the grunt movement as he left the room and let out a wolf whistle, “Lucky me. I get the parts and see some hot babes,” he looked at the hologram of Jazz, a sleazy smile oozing across his face “Maybe I can also get some more to join.”