The small Pokemon was heavily bruised and battered. Their tail was bent in such a way that it was obviously broken.
Something started dripping from behind the mask as a bunch of exhausted whines started. Fidgeting they tried to move but the armor wouldn’t buckle. Being stuck and unable to see like this reminded them of their tube.
Panicking they just struggled as hard as they could until they heard it. With a flash on the inside of the mask the armor was starting back up again. Showing words and symbols the Pokemon didn’t know.
Rebecca hugged the little Pokemon very gently, softly speaking to him as she sat on the ground, a hand gently grasping onto the little Pokemon’s.
“It’s okay, little one… I’m here… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry… I should have looked for you earlier… I’m sorry, little one…”
“This armor is strange… But… I heard someone giving commands when you were on the ground… Is that how it works?”
Zeke was grumbling a few feet away in a pile of rubble as Rebecca looked thoughtful. A chance she had to take if she wanted to save the little Mewtwo. It was a shot in the dark with nothing but a slingshot and a pebble.
“Command; Release.”
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