Eleyna's re-housed pokedex was still running through its hardware integrity checks, but all seemed like it was going well. She turned her attention to the one recovered from the mountaintop.<br/><br/>Naomi straightened on her chair, leaned forward a bit. With all her attention on the shattered Pokedex' last couple of seconds of working memory, she murmured,<span style="color: #6495ED">"Unknown species?"</span><br/><br/>Even a blank Pokedex database like hers still had huge amounts of data on pokemon; the fact that the entries were locked until someone scanned a particular individual was supposed to be incentive to add to the knowledge base, not actual lack of knowledge.<br/><br/>For a pokemon to truly be unknown, after half a century of active cataloging and classifying...<br/><br/>She had the tools, but she didn't have the processing power. All she could do was capture the working memory data and send it on to someone who did. She began to work carefully, patiently disassembling the shattered case to get at the internal connectors. Setting the leads in place, she fed it a steady trickle of power and copied the contents, bit by bit, to a forensic memory image file. That would accompany her report to the professor; maybe he could make something of this.<br/><br/>Long-term storage looked to be intact, despite everything else, so the man's journey history could be recovered and put into a new Pokedex. She didn't have the parts or the time to build a new one, but she could ease the storage unit out and package it up safely to send on to him.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, 'Tai watched as Makka demonstrated an overhand version of the same technique. His tail felt sore, and he was starting to feel a bit fatigued, but learning a new way to fight had him as deeply absorbed as Naomi's work with the electronics.<br/><br/>'Tai understood what Makka was trying to show him. He'd demonstrated the strength, but now he had to show precision and being able to aim his blows. The serpentine pokemon took his time, practicing his aim with slow, deliberate movements, before blurring into action and driving the stake partly into the ground.<br/><br/>He growled out<span style="color: #3399CC">"Dra-TI-ni"</span>, unsatisfied, and hit it harder, to pound it in until it was half-buried in the ground. Then he looked to the machoke to set the next one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>