"Clemont, was it?" Solana asked to the man standing at the workbench. "Good to meet you! My name is Solana. I was tasked by Looker to ensure that the Allied Forces stayed in consistent communication with the Aura Guardian helping us."
"Good to meet you Solana." Clemont said plainly, returning to his blueprints. "Now if we are done here, I need to get back to business here."
Taking the teal haired woman out of Clemont's presence, Sawyer began to reassure the woman that Clemont's bitterness wasn't directed at her.
"Please, forgive him. Ever since Ash Ketchum was revealed to the world as a criminal, he's worked tirelessly to save his sister who has been kidnapped by the man." Sawyer explained. "He told me how upset he was at helping Ash without his knowledge. He once built him a series of teleported, but then also said he never got the time to complete them. Good thing for us, huh?"
"So, what role do you play in this, sir?" Solana asked the green haired man.
"Oh, like I said, I'm Steven Stone's assistant. I've known him ever since I was a kid." Sawyer reflected back on the past. "Back then I was a horrible trainer. That was when I too, met Ash Ketchum. I use to think of him as such a noble soul. I never thought it possible for him to commit such evil as removing one's free will."
Her programming allowing her the mental strength to fight off the urge to call the man out for belittling her Master's gifts, Solana maintained her cover.
"Truly, the man is a monster. I did a recon job for the Alliance a few days ago, and let me tell you, it was horrible." Solana lied. "The conditions he puts those women under is downright terrible. There's nothing I'd like to see than that bastard going down and living the rest of his life in a permanent holding cell."
"We're quite in agreement there, my lady." Sawyer agreed, showing her further down the port. "Now, back to what we were discussing before I digressed, Mr. Stone is currently tending to some other business at the Devon Corporation, his company HQ in Rustburo, so he left me to oversee the goings on here."
"What impressive vessels." Solana said with feigned awe, her true goal to sabotage them however possible.
"Aren't they?" Sawyer proudly asked. "We'll be outfitting each of these vessels with long range cannons. Now, I'm not technically allowed to tell you this, even considering your rank and all, but the plan is to use the cannons our vessels will have equipped to fire artillery strikes on the island from afar."
"I see, so we won't even have to make landfall." Solana said to the man. "Good thinking."
"Well, you're half right anyways." Sawyer said. "Our plan is to specifically target their cannons your scoped out for us from a distance. Due to their bad angling, it should be pretty easy a task. After that, our air support should be able to lay waste to the island's power supply, whatever that may be."
"They did seem to have their power facilities still disabled from the previous skirmish. Surely they would think of supplying themselves power in some fashion." Solana said. "By chance, do you have any plans to lure Ash out if he intends to hide?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've already said too much." Sawyer said. "Maybe in time, more of the Alliance's plans of attack will become clear to us both. For now, we only have some of the answers to the many problems we'll have sieging Mele Mele Island. For now, I trust what I just told you will be kept in secrecy?"
"It will be our little secret." Solana smiled, deceiving the man who just leaked very desired intel. "Going back to the ships themselves, how many are being built?"
"Well, considering we are also making use of converting commercial ships into wartime vessels, we currently have three transport vessels strictly for troop deployment." Sawyer explained. "These repurposed ships are an old cruise ship, and old yet refurbished freighter and a yacht we bought from some former big shot rich family in Sootopolis."
"And the ones being made in the ship yard here?" Solana asked.
"We intend for all of these ships to either be smaller, more maneuverable gunships or larger transport ships for our United Militia. We already have six general ships in development, with a projected sixty to be completed by the end of the month." Sawyer said. "We have shipbuilders and Pokémon working 'round the clock on this project. Mr. Stone has pulled out all the stops. He's even gonna request the Alliance for an additional forty more gunships to be developed so they can guard the coasts of Kanto in case of a counter attack."
"Very symmetrical on the numbering there, huh?" Solana chucked. "That would make ten ships for every Region involved in the Alliance."
"Huh. Never thought of it that way." Sawyer chuckled. "Welp, either way, we're aiming to fit as many people into these things as possible. Training them the use these special cannons is another matter. That may prove tricky given the time we have."
"I trust you all will have the abilities to see through this disastrous situation we're in." Solana said, feigning reassurance to her unknowing enemy.
"Thanks. It means a lot from you." Sawyer said. "After all, you, a pretty woman, entered the belly of the beast singlehanded and came out safe and sound. If you could do such a daunting task, then we just have to keep up with you!"
"That's the spirit!" Solana said with a little fist pump. "Now, if we're doing with the tour, I actually must depart. I'm expected to relay this information to Riley and then I must make my way over to Kanto. I have an audience with Lance that I must meet in two days. Time is off the essence!"
"You're absolutely correct!" Sawyer realized, with Solana already departing from the shipyard. "Stay safe now!"
Making her way over to her boat, Solana was stopped by a familiar figure.
"Oh, Mr. Stone!" Solana said shocked. "What a surprise! Your secretary was just telling me you were on the other side of Hoenn."
"Oh yes, he did. I actually made it back here in relative quickness on account of my company's latest creation." Steven said to the woman, pointing to an aircraft behind him.
"Behold my latest creation. The Devon Starly plane!" Steven said proudly. "It features a VTOL system that allows for quick take off and landing wherever you are! It is also incredibly fast, a trait which is especially needed in times like these."
"I'm not sure what the sales pitch is for sir." Solana said. "No offense of course."
"Oh, this is no sales pitch." Steven corrected the ranger. "I'm giving you this plane! Free of charge! I knew you were coming for an inspection today so I figured I'd fetch our first in line model for you to use. Going across several Regions a week in a boat is surely not the most efficient way to do things, isn't it?"
"Yes sir, you're absolutely right..." Solana's voice trailing. "Is it possible there's room for personal effects in the cockpit? I want to bring some things of mine from my boat."
"Some memorabilia, huh? That's understandable." Steven said in understanding tone. "Even though the cockpit and vehicle itself is designed to be compact as possible, there's a really small drawer to fit small effects in."
"I've had similar experiences flying something like this back in Almia. I think piloting this thing should be easy." Solana said confidently.
"Then I will not need to bother with a flight lesson then." Steven remarked, handing Solana the keys. "I'll just be heading off to meet my assistant now. Enjoy my gift to you, my comrade."
After Steven waved goodbye to the teal haired slave, Solana quickly retrieved the radio she used to call her Master. Entering the cockpit and opening the drawer answered the question Solana had. The radio her Master provided her was just small enough to fit inside of it.
After strapping herself in and firing up the engines, Solana took off, making a beeline for Galar to maintain appearances. After setting the plane into autopilot, Solana retrieved the radio from its drawer, starting up the device.
Meanwhile, back in the spa room of Ash's private Villa, Ash and Serena were being given a very sensual massage from their slaves.
"This is the best..." Serena hummed as Rosa began applying massage oil to her backside.
"Only the best for you, my Slave Queen." Ash said to his wife who rested on the massage table next to him. "Hey, Flannery, could you take those pretty little tits of yours and rub the oil on my back with 'em?"
"Of course, my Lord!" Flannery said happily, straddling her Master's backside, leaning in to rub her breasts to and fro.
As the oil began to spread, Flannery and Rosa began to work their magic. Pressing their fingers and thumbs into their Sovereigns' backs, any sort of tension formed in their bodies began to fade.
"Wow, Flannery." Ash grunted as he felt his slave's hands digging in deep. "You're really good at this."
"Before I was your slave, my Gym doubled as a spa resort. I have a knack for relieving stress through massages." Flannery answered her Lord, grinding her bare pussy against her Master's thighs as her hands worked on his back.
"This is the life, isn't it, my fuck puppets?" Ash teased the three slaves.
"Yes Master!" They said gleefully.
"Ok, Mistress, I'm gonna do your front now if you could face up." Rosa whispered gently in her Queen's ear.
"Alright then..!" Serena hummed, turning over to face the roof.
As Rosa began to work on the Goddess-like body Serena had, softly massaging her Mistress' firm breasts and legs, the door to the spa room opened.
"Master!" Bonnie said upon entering. "Agent Solana brings more news from the outside world! Apparently, a large deal of warships are being constructed! Sixty in fact to face us here, and another forty to remain on the mainland of Kanto!"
"Interesting news." Ash said to himself before turning to Bonnie. "How many are built? Does she know?"
"She said that six are currently under construction, but they've acquired the use of other vessels for troop transport. They also intend to hit our islands from range with artillery strikes!" Bonnie replied to her Master.
"That's troublesome news. We'll have to adjust our plans to counter such an attack." Ash explained. "If they don't want to move further inland, then our mines we created were a waste of time and resources."
"There's other problems!" Bonnie said, as Ash began to grab a glass of wine from the tray stand near him. "My brother is helping construct the ships!"
In a state of shock from what he was just told, Ash dropped the glass in his hand, the glass crashing to the floor, the red liquid soaking the carpet beneath. Signaling for Flannery and Rosa to leave their presence, the room was left to the old Kalos gang.
"What did you just say?" Ash asked her, trying to make sure his ears weren't playing tricks.
"My brother, Clemont is trying to oppose your splendid rule." Bonnie said regretfully.
"This is really bad indeed." Ash said in troubled tone. "Clemont knows me very well. If he is aiding my enemies, then they probably have intel on the encounter I shared with him a month or so ago."
"I'm so sorry about all of this." Bonnie bowed her head, tears beginning to fall from her face.
"What for?" Ash asked her. "You've done nothing at all."
"My selfish desire to stick so closely to you is why he is against you now! Solana told me about how he was talking about saving me!" Bonnie said, fighting back her emotions. "I've never been so happy in my life than being able to serve your needs, and now my brother is become your enemy."
"Bonnie..." Ash began to ask. "At this stage in time, I have no idea on if we can convince Clemont to join our side at this point. If he comes to fight me, I will have to retaliate. Are you fine with that?"
The question to oppose her family bonds caused Bonnie to hesitate for a brief moment, her loyalty now tested more than she ever thought before. But the power of the Mind Stone was absolute. Bonnie's once lost resolve was instead further strengthened, the Stone's dominion over her taking further grasp of her. Waiting a moment longer, Bonnie gave her answer.
"I gave you my unneeded free will in exchange for eternal bliss and servitude. Clemont might be my brother, but I cannot allow him to stand in the way of my happiness or the bliss of other's, least of all your own joy." Bonnie began to say. "But I don't want to give up on him just yet."
"Do you have a plan?" Ash asked the teenager.
"If you could allow me, I would like us to meet him." Bonnie explained. "We know where he is now. If Sabrina could teleport You, Serena and I, and just the three of us to his location, I think I could try and convince him to join us."
"Are you confident in that claim of your's?" Ash asked his slave.
"Yes!" Bonnie answered confidently.
"Ok then." Ash said, grabbing his clothes off the counter. "Then let's go and see Clemont. It's been far too long since we talked."
After getting dressed, Ash, Serena and Bonnie walked together to Sabrina's location in the Villa warehouses where she was currently tasked with taking inventory of the current Pokémon roster the Team was working with. Hearing the trio approaching her, Sabrina turned and bowed submissively.
"Ah, Sovereigns and Mistress! What can your humble sex slave help you with today?" Sabrina asked in chipper tone.
"Nighttime soon falls on Hoenn, slave." Ash said to his subordinate. "When that time comes, you shall teleport us to the shipyard in Slateport City."
Handing a picture from a travel brochure to his Psychic slave, Ash allowed time from Sabrina to study the image closely.
"All right. I've studied this location now." Sabrina affirmed the trio. "I'll be able to transport you when you are ready."
"Good slave." Ash thanked his servant with a pat on the head, the Psychic woman purring in gratitude from the accolade she received.
"Go get ready, you two." Ash ordered Serena and Bonnie. "We might need to fight when we get there."
Entering the deeper part of the Pokeball vault, Serena and Bonnie began retrieving Pokémon they would use for their dangerous infiltration mission. After picking up a Pokeball, Bonnie noticed her reflection gleaming off of the crimson red ball.
"Don't worry brother." Bonnie thought to herself. "I'll show you just how much Ash is needed in this world. I will save you from this path of destruction. Just a little longer. A little longer."