"Estelle!" Lucca calls back to her friend, scooping Synchrite up. She has a plan. She has a very definite, somewhat insane plan.

"I can't reach it. But you know what? Have your Golurk toss Synchrite at it. He loves technology, specifically messing with it. And the more complicated? The better. Synch? I need you to trust me, and when you're close enough fry the control panel on that gun okay?"

The Magnemite's eye widens as it looks at her, a cheerful beep of comprehension following. He can do that! He can do that really, really well!