The invasion of Iron Island is going very smoothly.

It's to be expected, Jupiter thinks to herself with a smirk curling her lip. Eventually, everything will crumble before Team Galactic's perfect plans. And they're getting closer--so close--to realizing their absolute vision.

A new world order. The ruthless commander shivers just thinking about it.

Of course, to power such bold plans, Galactic is in constant need of energy, drawing from their own company and other facilities all across Sinnoh. Iron Island is just the latest domino to fall, with Jupiter's elite squad of Galactic minions already tearing into the rich mining ore like hungry Durants. For such a storied place in Sinnohan history, she had expected this place to be better fortified in the event of a takeover. Quick surrenders were so boring.

A few workers had staged a sad little uprising, and were quickly dealt with, rounded up into a corner of the cavern. Jeleva, Jupiter's spoiled Skuntank, stops leering down at a wounded Machop long enough to quirk her head towards the entrance with a grating whine. Someone is coming.