"Well, I think I've finally figured it all out," Saturn, former commander of Team Galactic said with a sad shake of his head, "You're all insane. I have wasted the greater half of my life already working with lunatics. I'm not about to make the same mistake again, so if you want to sneak into Team Galactic, be my guests; but I will have nothing at all to do with it."

The blue-haired man sat on a large wooden crate in the basement of the abandoned Galactic Veilstone Warehouse where his gang had made its headquarters. He had quit Team Galactic because he was tired of listening to idiots and doing their crummy bidding. He was through with that. Out in the wildest part of Sinnoh, running from cops and leading his own gang onto the number one most wanted list, was where he knew he belonged.

And now, three lunatics from the Battle Frontier come down to his city to ask him to go back to Team Galactic and take them with him. No; absolutely not. He wouldn't do it. Then they had started offering him money. He had responded to this with a harsh chuckle, reminding them that as head of Sinnoh's crime life, money was of no concern to him, or his gang. Now he sat, arms crossed in front of him, waiting for his visitors to hang their heads and trudge miserably out of his headquarters.

"I don't think you understand," Palmer replied, "Team Galactic is being deceived! If we don't stop Valrem, then he will use Deoxys to complete his plans to destroy the world and start his own! Do you want that to happen?"

"Funny," Saturn said, glaring icily at the Tower Tycoon, "I seem to recall someone else having a similar name and last I checked, he was lost inside of the Distorted World and was probably eaten by Giratina!"

"You can't underestimate Valrem," Argenta said, "Cyrus was a madman, you said it yourself. Valrem on the other hand knows what he's doing! With Deoxys under his control, that man is capable of anything. We need your help if we're going to defeat him!"

Saturn laughed coldly. "You really don't' get it do you?" He snapped, "I'm done helping other people! I'm done being second-in-command! I'm done being played for a fool! Being the only sane person left on this dang planet, the options are either I run the show or I'm out!"

Palmer was going to say something else but he realized that Saturn simply would not be bought. Glaring steadfastly at the former commander, whom was grinning smugly, he turned away and was halfway through the door when Dahlia spoke up. "Deal," She said.

Saturn looked confused, "What do you mean deal?"

"You said that you wanted to run the show Saturn, and it sounds to me like fair play," Dahlia replied, a mischievous glint in her sapphire eyes, "Oh; and did I mention most of what we do is going to be illegal."

It was apparent that the Roulette Goddess had caught his attention, as he seemed to be pondering her offer. After a moment of contemplation, the former commander looked the girl in the eyes and flashed a mouthful of glistening, white teeth. "Alright, miss," He said outstretching his hand toward hers, 'Well played. I'm in. Give me and my 'friends' until tomorrow, I think we can arrange something similar to what you have in mind. Also, tell your blonde friend that he would be wise to pay close attention to the way you argue. I like your style."

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"Well, there's just one teeny tiny flaw in your plan," Charon, former commander apprentice of Team Galactic replied, a skeptic expression on his wrinkled face, "I'm still a jailbird, and there's nothing any of us can do about it! I don't care how dire it is that you get into Galactic, it ain't gonna happen!"

Thorton sighed. This man wasn't only a lunatic, he was impossible to argue with. He and Darach had been relating their plan to the former Galactic for over an hour and they were getting no where fast. He decided to calm down, and start once more from the beginning. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He said, his face contorted in his best attempt to conceal his impatience and frustration, "You're old buddy Saturn is going to help us bust you out, in exchange for your services."

The small man was still unconvinced. "Yeah? Well come back when I'm out of prison then! Then we'll talk!"

Thorton was going to say something that would surely have jeopardized the convincing of their target, but Darach rescued them by interrupting. "It is imperative that you understand the plan long before our 'friend' is ready to release you. There will not be much time after you are freed, and we'll need every second. You will simply need to trust us for now."

Thorton wasn't about to give the man any time to object or say anything snide and so he jumped right in at the tail end of Darach's words. "The first thing you and Saturn will need to do will be making a scene out of your return to Galactic, that ought to stall Valrem in whatever he's trying to do. Saturn will take his gang along with him, and we'll blend into it. When the time comes, we will take Valrem by surprise and hopefully, make him regret returning to earth."