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#almost as if the fundamental ideals of futurism and eugenics are inherently linked in some way
desertsportshipping · 7 months
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Wes hated Chairman Rose on principle. A big businessman who makes performative gestures to cover for all the shady shit Macro Cosmos was doing. He was the head of the League, bringing entertainment to all of Galar! What kind of clout chasing asshole would you have to be to criticize Rose?
He was too similar to Es Cade for Wes’s liking.
His hatred deepened when he went exploring the Galar mines for the first time, tasked with retrieving Leon from the maze of tunnels into the earth. He could spot every single poorly maintained beam, every rusty pulley, every failure of safety protocol. The mine wasn't on the brink of disaster, but it was heading there through negligence.
Wes had seen firsthand what the failure of one bolt could do. Orre used to be a thriving desert, filled with flora and Pokefauna, made up of underground mining towns connected to the surface through one or two way towns. But one bolt in a support beam of one mine failed, and the mine collapsed. In a series of explosive chain reactions, town after underground town collapsed, spilling out toxic fumes that wiped out almost everything. Even to this day, there are no wild Pokemon, and the scars of the catastrophic event can be felt by the region's few hundred inhabitants.
Wes had been one of the unlucky survivors. No one went out into the desolate wasteland looking for survivors: only criminals looking for corpses to rob. One Team Snagem member realizing that he had been still breathing was all it took to seal his fate.
When Wes had found Leon, he had grabbed the man's hand and refused to let go, guiding them out of the labyrinthine death trap of a man. Chairman Rose was waiting outside with his secretary, and his flippant attitude to making sure that the mine was safe, that the lives of people now were not as important as hypothetical people in the future, made Wes's blood boil.
He kept his mouth shut. He kept his mouth shut about the veiled disgust in Rose's eyes when he saw Wes holding Leon's hand, as if he were Muk, dirtying the Champion with gross Orre germs (although Oleana's disgust was much more obvious). He kept his mouth shut through the patronizing comments about how he wouldn't understand Rose's grand vision of the future. He kept his mouth shut, because he knew his reputation was of the suspicious Orre foreigner and speaking up will just hurt his chances further.
Wes Wolf was named after Lycanroc, a species of hunters. He noticed how vigorously Leon defended him, staying by his side as the cracks started to form in the already tenuous relationship between Leon and Rose. He noticed how Oleana kept glaring at Rose with daggers when the man wasn't looking, how she was probably planning on usurping her boss and taking control of the company. He noticed how Rose omitted a lot in his description of the ideal future, as if he only cared about the future because it was something he could shape to his worldview.
A hunter knows when to wait for the optimal time to strike. So Wes bit his tongue and waited, because he is the Desert Bandit, Apex Predator of Orre, Protector of the Wilds, and Chairman Rose is his prey.
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