Bringer of Wars
Merely a collector
Written for the Villainous Intent contest on Serebii Forums. I decided to focus on Team Galactic as shown in my personal favorite version, Diamond and Pearl Adventure!, and give everyone their own perspective on things. The chapter titles come from Holst's classic symphony The Planets, as Cyrus references the names in Platinum. Only I ran into some obvious issues (Mitsumi and B-2 have no planetary name, Charon has no equivalent suite) so I fudged a bit. I picked Mercury for Mitsumi because she's "closest to the sun" (Cyrus), and Uranus for B-2 for...obvious reasons. The unofficial Pluto suite was called The Renewer, and that works pretty well for Charon's plans. Cyrus, being the sun, is The Center. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Bringer of WarsIt was a year since Boss Cyrus had signed the deal with the International Police to dissolve Team Galactic in exchange for clemency for most of its agents. Charon had been arrested, and nobody deserved it more than him.
I was supposed to go back to being a normal girl. But I've never had any idea what that meant.
"Mars," I said to myself, "You're going to go out there and be normal. You're not going to go back to your old ways."
Maybe it was me, but my mirror reflection always seemed to be a lot more sarcastic than me, like she was mocking every vow I made.
I was dressing nice, like the girls in magazines and in Jubilife did. Maybe it was a bit younger than my age. I'm not a teenager any more! But help me, I couldn't stand the dowdy and neutral colors that women my age were supposed to wear.
That was already a strike against me ever being normal.
I guess normal girls can look at the world passively. Normal girls don't have to resist the urge to hurt people that harm the world. Normal girls don't have body counts to their names.
Mitsumi would feel bad. I mean, she already tried to kill herself out of guilt, Jupiter said. Heck, Jupiter would feel bad. Saturn doesn't seem to regret what we did, but he still tries to fix it.
But I feel like I have to hold myself back. I CAN'T get involved. What we were doing was the right thing, no matter what we had to do to accomplish it.
Of course, not what Cyrus was really after. Wiping out all existence wasn't the answer. He was crazy. But if his revelation hadn't shocked me so much...
...Well, if I'd been able to do anything other than sit there and cry, I might have done something awful to him. And I would have regretted that, even if he was actively trying to kill us.
I still respect him. But I guess he's in the same boat I am. Neither of us can get out there and change the world or else we'll just find ourselves back where we started.
Jupiter was more of an enforcer. Seeing her change into something more docile was weird. Seeing Cyrus become quiet and withdrawn was shocking. He was always pensive and introspective, of course, but he could talk people into doing anything, and he did it often.
If he had told us in advance what he planned to do...I can't really say for sure that I wouldn't have gone along with it.
Whatever. It didn't matter now. We were all different people.
Jubilife is a great city for starting over. It's huge, and nobody knows you exist unless you want them to. And it's amazing how many employers don't do background checks, even when you go by what was originally a code name. Mars is my name now. That's all there is to it.
It was a nice day. A nice day to be alive, I think, although of course it would be much better under Boss Cyrus's rule.
Just as I thought that, I heard a yelp. It had come from a side street, one with apartments up and down it, and I ran towards it just in time to see someone run around the corner. "That man has my purse!" someone yelled. I didn't even see who it was, because I took off running after the man almost on impulse.
No, it was impulse. I was doing what I believed in.
The training I got in Team Galactic hadn't focused much on running, but it had focused on pokémon. I called out Golbat, a lot faster than me, who immediately shouted out at the man with Supersonic. He fell over, clutching his ears and the purse dropping from his grip.
I slowed down, approaching him almost gently. "In this world, we have to take what we need. But at the same time, justice must be enforced. Tell me, do you really need that purse?"
He probably couldn't hear me. Supersonic is a hell of an attack when used on a human.
I kicked the purse out of the way, and I'm pretty sure the woman picked it up. Someone was nearby anyway, watching me.
"So, you really need this purse? I don't think you do. I think you're an idiot. You didn't take what you needed." I knelt down to him and grabbed his collar. "You took because you could. That's not justice. That's not anything to believe in."
Pulling my fist back was another impulse. I hadn't felt like this in ages. It was awesome!
Some people count how many times they punch someone. Sometimes I did, but not then. A hundred. A thousand. A million! And all I could think about was that we would rid the world of all that wasn't needed. I wanted him gone.
Something got in the way of my volley though. Why would Golbat want to stop me? We were supposed to be a team, working towards bringing justice to the world. But its feet hung onto my arm, stronger than they looked.
"What are you doing? Get off me!" But a hand joined it; some woman. Probably the one who had her purse stolen.
"Stop it! I've already called the police! You don't need to do this!"
Yeah I did. That was what I did. But it wasn't worth fighting over. I got up and recalled Golbat, and walked off.
I was always going to be a Galactic. I couldn't be a normal girl.
But I'd always be me. Mars.