"We may need a way to safely eliminate any human guards in order to get in, though." Zeal said, eying the map on the table. It looked like it could turn into a disaster if they didn't do this right- too many hallways to get bottle necked in. "Stun guns, tranquilizers... I'd prefer stun guns. They can be used to take out robots as well, I think. The eletrical shock might fry something." It was a long shot, but they didn't have much and they didn't know what Testbot had at its own disposal.
She massaged the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb, closing her eyes and thinking. "This is going to be hard, when we get into the building there's no telling what Testbot might be able to do. What are we going to do about communication once we're in?" Radio signals from walkie talkies could be hacked, but Hand-radios were too big to lug around.

There was the mighty Pan, a fire breather really good at fleeing. There was Claine, a great planner of planning plans. Zeal, with her hurrderp dog. JoJo, the lagi... whatever. Ansrit, a perfect cane wielder, and then Geezer, a creepy stalker. They all had roles to fulfill and parts in the resistance.

Then there was the Cookie"robots are taking over, oh noes". How annoying, especially to a certain Snickerdoodle Cookie.

However, had she joined the other side like she wanted to, she would surely have been eaten, most likely by Pan. Not a spy, though... Cookie never would have made a good spy. All her joining meant was a desire to win at all costs, and everyone and their hurrderp dog knew that the human side always won in these fights.

The small baby Entei leaped onto the table, sitting down at the side of the map in a way not unlike that of a puppy. She looked down at the map, eying the large area in which Tzel'kora was being kept.

"How can we be so sure Testbot isn't looking in on us right now?" Pan inquired, her gazing moving up to her co-lead that towered over her. "He is powerful, yes. Possibly powerful enough to spy on us even now. Or maybe I'm just too paranoid."

Pan had often been ridiculed for her amazing ability to flee from fights. Well, this time she planned to fight.

She looked back out over their team mates. It was rather rag-tag and thrown together at the last minute. Did they really have what they needed?

"We might not have everything we need..." Claine admitted with a sigh.  Most of them didn't have any real experience with robotics or electronics.  Claine had started to question her own ability in robotics too.  They're what got them all into this mess.

"For the humans, tranqs, stunning - anything like that is okay.  You can knock them out too... but please be careful.  You have more freedom with the robots.  Attack them with everything you've got."

"As for our resources... Well I've got enough things to be able to build a few small robots, and I've got my PC.  I still have partial access to Tzel'kora... but not enough to actually do anything from here.  I have a bit of cash too.  What else have we got... uh... a cane, a legendary pokemon, a couple of hurrderp dogs, whatever weapons you guys have hiding away.  We'll make do."

She folded up the map.  "I think it's important we attack the building right away, even without the right resources.  Testbot is strong NOW.  If we wait, he'll gather even more allies.  If everybody's ready to leave, let's all aboard the party van and head down there right now."

Pan nodded, hopping off of the table and trotting outside. The entire situation made her more nervous than she ever had been. Sure, she was a legendary pokemon, but she was still a baby! She stared at the ground, almost running into the trashcan.

She barely missed and plopped down in the grass, awaiting someone to unlock the back door of the blue and green van Claine intended to use to bring them to the tower.

It was a lovely van, in its prime and had seen its share of adventures. The old paint was peeling, and the rustic look heavily contradicted the shiny new tires.

Painted across the side: "The Mystery Machine."

"Sparrow," Cookie muttered. "Didn't the Terminator franchise milk the cash cow dry with this plot?" She sighed.

"I'm not quite.. ready yet," she told Claine. "There's something I have to get first. This feels.. too much like the-- Right, no dawdling. Sorry. I'll get my things packed." Win at any and all costs. All the food item could do was sigh.

What did a Snickerdoodle own anyway? Oh, right, her pitfall kit! And.. a perdy whip? She loved those things in more ways than one. Wait.. FVK? Oh, sweet, all her logged hours with her most loved person in the shoutbox must have earned enough points to use her weapon of choice. That was it. That was everything the Cookie had. No more stalling.

"Ack. I hate fighting," she mumbled under her breath as she examined the van. "Wow. Hanna-Barbera much?" She scratched the back of her head.

(( when she mentioned Van, I couldn't help myself. Sorry. :C ))

Pan's feral eyes narrowed at the offered cookie. "I'm your administrator." She said, quite offended. She swatted the cookie with a paw and moved to the other side of the van's expansive back area, climbing on top of a box.

"I am no animal!" Untrue. She was a pokemon. How this happened, though, she couldn't quite remember.