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The story of an inevitable war, the humans that tried to stop it, and all the reasons their failure was written into the universe itself.
Hello everyone, and welcome to LC, a trainer fic that was first started on December 14, 2001. Yes, you read that right, this fic is twenty years old. You might have seen it floating around various other fanfiction websites over the years. After twelve revisions, four rewrites, and multiple hiatuses, I'm finally on track to actually finish this ridiculous, over-the-top story about Rockets, Legendaries, betrayal, conspiracy, war, destiny, timespace, and infinity.
LC is rated PG-13 for violence, blood, language, and dark subjects including torture, trauma, emotional abuse, and suicide. Individual chapters with an elevated rating will be given content warnings.
The first six or so chapters of the fic are absolutely loaded with clichés. Don't worry, it's intentional. This definitely isn’t a normal trainer fic, and I’ve done my best to realistically explore the repercussions of the tropes that I’m using. If you like seeing characters pushed to their breaking point in increasingly bad situations, then this is the fic for you.
LC doesn't take place in any particular canon, and is mostly an excuse to show off my various headcanons on how the Pokemon world functions. If you're curious, this fic was heavily inspired by Pokemon Special, Mewtwo Returns, The Quest for the Legends, and Animorphs. So if you like any of those things, you might like this.
This is gonna be a long ride. So strap yourselves in and get ready, because I’ve reached the point where the plot don’t stop.
Any and all constructive criticism is welcome. If you want an area to focus on, I prefer comments on execution over premise.
1/01/22: Replaced Prologue - new content in both halves
1/02/22: Replaced Chapter 4 - no new content, just smoother prose and error fixes
1/21/22: Added flashbacks to the beginning of chapters 5, 6, and 7
1/22/22: Replaced Chapter 1 - large chunks of new content
2/03/22: Replaced Chapter 2 - no new content, just smoother prose and error fixes
2/20/22: Replaced Chapter 3 - cut out a lot of filler, shortened the battles, smoother prose
3/07/22: Replaced half of Chapter 5 - continuity fix and better character development
12/28/22: Replaced other half of Chapter 5 - more Swift/Firestorm presence and more camping details
12/30/22: Cleaned up prose in Chapter 6 and 7, improved conversation with Chibi, improved the bomb-gathering
This story began with the human who rejected infinity.
It will end with the human who accepted it.
~PROLOGUE~
There was no light in the depths of the sea. No disturbances, no strife. Nothing but calm, sweet silence and solitude, and that was how the guardian of the seas liked it. The ancient being had spent countless hours in the heart of its domain, taking in the whispers and wanderings of a thousand sea currents. Guiding them with its wings. This was how things were meant to be. This was ideal.
At least, until a jolt of awareness in the back of its mind suddenly woke it from its slumber.
Piercing blue eyes snapped open, glowing within the pitch-darkness. The eyes narrowed as their owner contemplated the intrusion. Some kind of psychic signal. Perhaps the sea guardian could ignore it. Pretend it had felt nothing, and sleep for several more months. It knew that signature, and therefore who must have sent it. The guardian knew what they wished to discuss and wanted no part in it.
The future was full of many uncertainties. Not so in the deep. The deep was always dark and always would be. The deep was always calm—not like the surface. The deep could always hide those who wished to be hidden.
Another psychic signal prodded at the back of the creature’s mind, and it let out a sigh. It wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep, was it. Apparently, solitude was too much to ask for.
Something was approaching. Another mind had brushed against the guardian’s psychic field. A deep-sea fish of some kind—Relicanth, perhaps. Not that there was any question who it truly was. They weren’t even bothering to hide their psychic presence, after all.
<Are you awake?> came a cool, clear psychic voice, light as an afternoon breeze.
<I am now.>
Relicanth airily drifted around the much larger guardian, their movements playful. Rather unbecoming for that form.
<Are you coming?>
<Must I?>
Relicanth lightly headbutted the creature’s wing with a giggle. <I can teleport you if you like.>
<No. I’ll fly by my own wings.>
<Suit yourself.>
With a flash of light that felt disturbingly out of place for the deep, Relicanth vanished.
Alone once again. The sea guardian would have liked nothing more than to return to its meditation. But the Order no doubt wished to discuss the state of things. It couldn’t be helped.
With a single flap of its wings, the creature shot up from the ocean floor like a silver torpedo. The crushing depths released their hold as it flew through the water, countless fish scattering in its wake. Closer, closer… the waters grew lighter. There—the inviting glimmer of the surface.
The legend rocketed out of the sea. Cool, salty air swept over its body, a sharp contrast to the water’s embrace. The sensation prickled like needles against its feathers, but still, there was something freeing about beating its wings through currents of wind and taking gulps of air that burned sweetly in its unused lungs.
The sky was so different from the deep, but felt just as right. Flying was, indeed, one of the simplest joys in the world. The legend effortlessly soared higher and higher, its wings stealing bits of silvery cloud to shield it from view. One could never be too careful, especially these days.
Each passing day brought them closer to the one when the balance would fall, just as it had so long ago. The sea guardian had not witnessed that time itself, but every legend knew the tale. Even the humans had stories from the cataclysmic era. And soon the conflict would resurface. No one had wanted to believe it, but recent events had confirmed those fears.
It was a strange thought, knowing that the balance of the world would soon unravel again. Would they be ready? It wasn’t as if the Order had no course of action before them. They all knew what was required. They’d known for ages. The search would have to begin soon.
Even as the fires of the Revolution subside, the balance that the Order fought so hard to preserve is already on the inevitable path to being torn apart once again. Seven among them—the ones who dedicated both mind, body, and spirit toward ending the war—shall be empowered to forge an alliance with humankind so that both might endure.
Such a strange course of action, joining the two sides together. But the legend knew just as well as the others that it couldn’t refuse. It had seen the threads of fate with its own eyes, much as it hated to admit it. The real question was… when would the conflict reach a point that the interlopers would be forged?
Lugia gazed down over the mainland, its mind swimming with doubts. The next seven years would be interesting, that much was certain.
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The school bell’s loud ring filled the air—and it was about time, too. I quickly stuffed my books into my backpack before following after my classmates and pretending I hadn’t heard the last-minute assignment that we’d been given. It would have been just a normal afternoon, except my head was still filled with rumors from that morning.
I stood on my toes as I glanced back and forth down the hallway, hoping I’d spot Starr somewhere in the crowd. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but I did manage to spot my friend Ajia, a small fifth-grader with dark hair and eyes. At least I’d get to talk to her before the end of the day.
“Hey Ajia!” I called out, waving to her from the crowd of fourth-graders before quickly running over to her.
“Heya, how was class?” she asked.
“Eh… failed a Pokéspeech quiz—you know, as always,” I replied with a shrug.
Ajia laughed. “Yeah, that class is a whole lot of confusing doom when you first start out. It gets better later on, though,” she said.
“Mm,” I replied. This was my third semester at it, so I wasn’t really just starting out. I didn’t feel like saying that, though. And my mind kept wandering back to what had been bothering me most of the day. “So, uh… have you seen Starr? I didn’t even see her at lunch.” I fidgeted a bit, unsure how to ask what I wanted to know. “Is it really true that she’s…?” My words trailed off and died.
Ajia sighed. “She… told me she didn’t want to talk about it with you ‘cause she knew you’d take it the hardest.”
“What? What does that even—ugh, I’ve got to talk to her before she leaves.”
“I think she’s waiting for a ride out front right now. If you hurry, you might catch her.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Okay, I’ll see you on Monday!” I yelled, immediately taking off through the double doors behind me.
The bright afternoon sun stung my eyes as I raced down the sidewalk. I quickly glanced at each of the kids sitting on the ledge by the parking lot… and then spotted Starr sitting off to the side, head bent low so that her short brown hair hid her face. My footsteps slowed. I hesitated for a bit before walking up to her.
“Hey Jade,” Starr mumbled as I neared, without looking up at me.
I sat down next to her, but didn’t say anything at first. She had only vaguely hinted at what was going on, and I had no idea what I was supposed to think.
“So… this is really your last day at school here?” I finally asked.
Starr nodded slowly without looking up.
“Where are you moving to?” I asked cautiously. She obviously didn’t want to talk about it… and I almost didn’t want to know.
In a low voice she muttered, “Cianwood.” I didn’t even know where that was supposed to be.
It was like nothing around us existed. I couldn’t get my thoughts straight—all of this had come up too fast. Sure, I’d known that she was going to leave at the end of the school year, to start her Pokémon training journey. And I’d been trying not to think about it. But I’d thought we’d have three more months together. Not… this.
“It’s not fair!” I cried, burying my face in my arms. “Why’d this have to come out of nowhere? And moving on your birthday? What’s up with that?”
“I don’t know,” Starr replied with a huff. “It’s all my mom’s idea, and she didn’t tell me anything. And Dad’s not even coming with us.”
I slowly uncovered my face. “You never really see your dad much anymore… do you?”
She shook her head.
“Still… it’s dumb that your mom won’t tell you why all of this is happening,” I added.
“Yeah, she just keeps saying that she wants me and my brother to have a better life that we couldn’t have gotten here. Or something like that,” Starr grumbled.
“Hey, that’s right—what does your brother think about all of this? Isn’t he friends with Ajia?”
Starr sighed. “I don’t know, Lexx has been acting weird and not talking to me much lately,” she said with a scowl.
Neither of us said anything else for a while. I just stared at the ground, feeling sort of lost.
“Why didn’t you want to talk to me before you left?” I finally asked.
She sighed again. “I didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it, okay?”
“Who says I was gonna?”
Starr laughed. “What do you think you’re doing right now?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but then realized that she’d got me with that, so I just glared at her.
“Pfft, see what I mean? You’re such a little kid,” Starr said, smirking.
“Don’t call me that!” I yelled, punching her in the shoulder, but she just laughed even harder. Yeah, I was annoyed, but I was also glad to see her smiling. Anything to make things feel normal.
“So… were you planning to get a starter Pokémon, or is it just gonna be you and Ponyta?” I asked.
“Of course I’m getting a starter,” Starr said with a scoff, like there was no way she wouldn’t. “I’m gonna see if they have any water-types. I’d love to train a Totodile.”
I smiled. “Yeah? That’s cool. It just sucks that I won’t be able to start my journey for three more years. Then I could meet up with you and…” My voice trailed off as the realization hit me.
“Hey—hey, wait! If you’re gonna be a Pokémon trainer, that means you can travel anywhere you want, right? So then you can come visit Viridian way before I start my journey!”
Starr paused, blinking in surprise. “I… hadn’t thought of that.”
My face fell. Why wasn’t she more excited about it? She was just kind of… staring into space, distracted.
“You… will visit, right?” I asked quietly.
Starr blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Huh? Yeah, of course. It might be a while, but I will. Promise.”
Something in her face told me that she wanted to say more. I kept waiting, expecting her to turn towards me and finally say it, whatever it was. But she never did. And I was too afraid to ask.
We sat there for some time. It was probably only a few minutes, but I wanted it to last forever. Eventually, Starr glanced up at a blue car that had just parked along the curb. She stared at it for a few seconds, then stood up and threw her backpack over her shoulder before walking towards the car, feet dragging a bit. She had only taken a few steps when she paused, turning back towards me one last time.
“Bye.”
Just hearing that one word made me feel weirdly numb. I forced a smile—it felt fake, and I could tell from her face that she wasn’t fooled.
I didn’t watch as she got in the car.
~END PROLOGUE~
A bit of an unsual prologue, I admit. Two halves that have nothing to do with each other, but which both lay important groundwork for the plot later on. And speaking of the plot, this fic might be a long runner, but the plot kicks into high gear immediately in Chapter 1. So if you're at all unsure right now, well... you'll know pretty soon if this fic is for you.
Ah, it's nice to start off on this journey again. And with wonderful new chapter art, too! Lugia has always been pretty heavily emphasized in the art you do for the fic, but aside from this prologue it has a pretty small presence in the early story, so now that we've gotten to the Lugia chapter I'm really curious to see how they will end up influencing things from now on, since evidently they've got a big role to play!
Anyhow, I definitely don't have a head for keeping track of revisions, so I don't know how much has changed here since the last version (does this revision get its own version number? What are we on now?) and I won't dwell on it! But I don't think I recall the previous version being quite so explicit about the prophecy and "the search" (presumably for human partners?). If that is a change, I think it's a good one--no real reason to be coy about that (it's still quite vague) and it gives a better idea of why all the legendary stuff from the get-go.
...actually a fair amount about this seems different after the very opening bit? Hmm, not sure if that's just my memory acting up or what. Definitely the mention of Lexx is new. Very interesting! Taking a different approach to setting up the character relationships, huh? It's definitely nice to get a more fleshed-out view of Starr here. Arrgh, "stood to [x's] feet," though, there's a peeve of mine that remains. :P
The little comment about "unused lungs" makes me wonder how Lugia deals with stuff when it's hanging out on the sea floor. Are there gills hiding under those feathers? Or do they just kind of not need oxygen, somehow?
I think you want "observation" rather than "observance;" usually I think observance is about, like, observing a particular holiday tradition.
Although the two halves of the prologue don't obviously connect, that's never something I've seen as a real problem. Better than the classic bait-and-switch "it was just a dream" prologue you see a lot, although it helps that I know the portentious legendary stuff is going to become relevant quite soon and this isn't the case of some dramatic event getting set up and then not returned to for tens of thousands of words. If anything, a tiny bit more direction in Jade's section (as a bad example, "Even if Starr didn't come to see me, once I had a pokémon of my own, I could find her myself!") might be a little nice. The traditional "go to professor 4 mon" opening is bland and done to death, but it does have the advantage that it's extremely clear what kind of story this is and where it'll be going next. How the prologue is going to progress to Chapter 1, as far as the Jade storyline goes, is a little less clear here.
Glad to see this posted here, and I'll have fun following along again!
(Are you going to do something special to celebrate your fic being a legal adult at the end of this year?)
This might be one of the best opening lines -- or I guess foreword? -- I've seen in a work here so far. Sure, it's a little cliche, but something about it has me intrigued so quickly. So, kudos for that.
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Hoo, and here I am! Finally beginning whatever this crazy ride is gonna turn out to be, eh? I'm curious to see where this story goes, and this also doubles as the very first trainerfic that I'm ever gonna run across that I think is established enough to considered long-term. So any of those cliches you keep talking about that are seen in trainerfics? I won't be aware of them! I'll just see normal cliches instead.
Overall, I thought this was an interesting dual-prologue. I guess the savvy side in me knew immediately it was a Lugia, but I suppose good job on not revealing that until the end, if only to confirm. It seems that those mythical creatures have a sort of awareness of the world even if they're holed up underwater or hidden away otherwise. And then we jump over to the totally-normal trainers who are totes not gonna be the heroes mentioned in the previous half. I think you did some nice setup and a good prelude to what's coming next. Still, I have no idea what to actually expect, so I guess we'll see.
The sensation prickled like needles against its feathers, but still… there was something almost freeing about being able to beat its wings through the currents of wind and take gulps of sweet air that burned its unused lungs yet felt so good.
This sentence feels a bit long winded for me. The final four words in particular seemed egregious; I felt my mind's breath running out just saying it all.
Ah, threads of fate, are we? I'm generally not a fan of "fate" tropes, but hey, I've seen it work before. When I read something, I always go in optimistically, so don't fret over this one.
I quickly stuffed my books into my backpack, following after my classmates and pretending I hadn’t heard the last-minute assignment that we’d been given.
Wh--oh. That's right. First person. Huh. Threw me off for a second~. Also, either my reading comprehension has a huge gap, or I don't know the speaker's name yet.
I felt like this scene was a bit too quick / emotionally charged for what little buildup it had. I don't really have much investment in this, so when I see that reaction, I sorta felt it was a little overblown without knowing anything else, y'know? Or maybe I'm just more a fan of subtler reactions. Could be either, but this definitely needed more buildup, even if it was in the form of just a paragraph about a heart racing or a sinking stomach or... anything. Thoughts were good, but it still felt fast considering the yell and actions right after. I'm sorta envisioning it in my head and it's just a big reaction after walking up. Talk about making a scene!
I'm nitpicking at this point.
Overall, nice start. Looking forward to chapter 1 proper.
Ah, it's nice to start off on this journey again. And with wonderful new chapter art, too! Lugia has always been pretty heavily emphasized in the art you do for the fic, but aside from this prologue it has a pretty small presence in the early story, so now that we've gotten to the Lugia chapter I'm really curious to see how they will end up influencing things from now on, since evidently they've got a big role to play!
It sure is great that it took over a third of the fic's runtime to make Lugia a character, isn't it. :T
Anyhow, I definitely don't have a head for keeping track of revisions, so I don't know how much has changed here since the last version (does this revision get its own version number? What are we on now?) and I won't dwell on it! But I don't think I recall the previous version being quite so explicit about the prophecy and "the search" (presumably for human partners?). If that is a change, I think it's a good one--no real reason to be coy about that (it's still quite vague) and it gives a better idea of why all the legendary stuff from the get-go.
Ahh, I'm just lumping this round of edits in with Revision 12. 12 changed a ton of future plot things, but didn't involve any changes to earlier chapters, and these edits mostly just exist to bring the early chapters in line with 12. This means that 12 is the final revision, unless I somehow feel the need to revamp the plot again, which is highly unlikely considering how much I like it now.
...actually a fair amount about this seems different after the very opening bit? Hmm, not sure if that's just my memory acting up or what. Definitely the mention of Lexx is new. Very interesting! Taking a different approach to setting up the character relationships, huh? It's definitely nice to get a more fleshed-out view of Starr here.
New version is definitely a lot less vague/more explicit! And it takes full advantage of the fact that I've already written the ending to the fic (a few lines up there are actually direct references to the ending.)
but I do have to let you know that people have been theorymongering about Lexx since 2010. :V
Arrgh, "stood to [x's] feet," though, there's a peeve of mine that remains. :P
Oh? Do tell! I'm not familiar with that one, and I have no qualms with changing it.
The little comment about "unused lungs" makes me wonder how Lugia deals with stuff when it's hanging out on the sea floor. Are there gills hiding under those feathers? Or do they just kind of not need oxygen, somehow?
Ahaha, well I won't pretend to know the mechanism behind it, but I have always headcanoned Lugia as being able to breathe underwater (it just spends way the heck too much time down there for it to not.)
I think you want "observation" rather than "observance;" usually I think observance is about, like, observing a particular holiday tradition.
Although the two halves of the prologue don't obviously connect, that's never something I've seen as a real problem. Better than the classic bait-and-switch "it was just a dream" prologue you see a lot, although it helps that I know the portentious legendary stuff is going to become relevant quite soon and this isn't the case of some dramatic event getting set up and then not returned to for tens of thousands of words.
So I had to go check, and it turns out the portentous Legendary stuff doesn't come back into the fic until 109k words from now. xD; well at least there's Rockety stuff in the meantime lol.
If anything, a tiny bit more direction in Jade's section (as a bad example, "Even if Starr didn't come to see me, once I had a pokémon of my own, I could find her myself!") might be a little nice. The traditional "go to professor 4 mon" opening is bland and done to death, but it does have the advantage that it's extremely clear what kind of story this is and where it'll be going next. How the prologue is going to progress to Chapter 1, as far as the Jade storyline goes, is a little less clear here.
Ahaha, well, I hope you're not expecting this run to be too different than the previous one, as this round of edits has basically just involved tidying up the writing style. Nothing's really changed (though maybe it's been long enough since you read the early chapters that it won't be terribly boring, idk.) ^^;
(Are you going to do something special to celebrate your fic being a legal adult at the end of this year?)
(I'm reminded of Amby's comment of "oh god it's old enough to drive" during LC’s 16th.)
Honestly, I kinda reached my peak with that poster for the 17th. ^^; There’s no way to up the ante from there. Although I was thinking of making a new banner for Serebii since the old one is outdated (and if I do, that might be right around the time I start Book 2 here, so that will line up nicely.)
This might be one of the best opening lines -- or I guess foreword? -- I've seen in a work here so far. Sure, it's a little cliche, but something about it has me intrigued so quickly. So, kudos for that.
Thanks! I came up with that line shortly after I wrote the ending to the fic, so it seemed like a nice way to tie it together. Although I'm surprised it reads a bit cliche, as I haven't read too many other stories that deal with infinities
Hoo, and here I am! Finally beginning whatever this crazy ride is gonna turn out to be, eh? I'm curious to see where this story goes, and this also doubles as the very first trainerfic that I'm ever gonna run across that I think is established enough to considered long-term. So any of those cliches you keep talking about that are seen in trainerfics? I won't be aware of them! I'll just see normal cliches instead.
Oh boy, well, in that case, I’ll let you know that the trainerfic cliches are:
Kids starting their journey
Protagonist rescues dying Pokémon
Protagonist can talk to Pokémon
Charmander (yes, this counts as a trainerfic cliche)
Kids fighting Team Rocket
Legendaries
~Chosen Ones~
Hybrids and genetic experiments
And those are just off the top of my head!
…it should go without saying that this fic hardcore deconstructs all those things. Well… except maybe the Charmander one. I have no excuse for that. :P
This sentence feels a bit long winded for me. The final four words in particular seemed egregious; I felt my mind's breath running out just saying it all.
Ah good catch, I've been trying to break the habit of too-long sentences.
Ah, threads of fate, are we? I'm generally not a fan of "fate" tropes, but hey, I've seen it work before. When I read something, I always go in optimistically, so don't fret over this one.
Since the idea of Pokéspeech itself it pretty divisive, I figured I'd warm the reader up to the fact that it exists before I actually have it happen onscreen.
I felt like this scene was a bit too quick / emotionally charged for what little buildup it had. I don't really have much investment in this, so when I see that reaction, I sorta felt it was a little overblown without knowing anything else, y'know? Or maybe I'm just more a fan of subtler reactions. Could be either, but this definitely needed more buildup, even if it was in the form of just a paragraph about a heart racing or a sinking stomach or... anything. Thoughts were good, but it still felt fast considering the yell and actions right after. I'm sorta envisioning it in my head and it's just a big reaction after walking up. Talk about making a scene!
Ah, you're right. For some reason, that line in particular has given me the most trouble out of that scene, and I still haven't nailed the mood I was going for.
Overall, nice start. Looking forward to chapter 1 proper.
In this fic, most kids start their Pokémon journey around age 12. It used to be a hard age limit, but I decided to remove that in favor of a softer “take two years of Pokémon handling classes and then pass the training exam.” Most kids leave at the start of summer with the intent of challenging the Pokémon League the following year. Since it's so common/expected for middle schoolers to go on a journey, middle schools tend to have really small class sizes. Most kids return home before high school unless they're super dedicated (and convince their parents it's worth it to keep going.)
And with that out of the way… here we go. Get ready to dive into the plot straight away. No looking back.
~Chapter 1: Ravaged Mountainside~
June 1
Summer days were made for this—made for feeling the wind in my face and the rush of adrenaline as my bike flew down the hill. My eyes focused, teeth clenched, fists tightening on the handlebars as I closed in on my target, dead ahead. Just a few more seconds and my front wheel would hit the ramp and I’d pull back on the handlebars and then—!
“Aw yeaahh!” I yelled, throwing a fist towards the sky as my bike flew through the air. No matter how many times I jumped the same ramp, those few seconds of being airborne were the best thing in the world. My bike landed several yards away with a thud, and I immediately doubled back the way I came, waving toward the top of the hill.
“Did you see how much air I got?!” I yelled.
“Big deal, I can beat that!” Rudy called out, racing down the hill. A broad grin covered most of his tan face, and his dark eyes held a wild, confident energy. I wasn’t too sure how far I’d jumped, but I was pretty sure there was no way he could beat it.
I slowly pedaled back up the hill, still watching him speed downward. Which is why I didn’t see it until the last second.
A flash of black out of the corner of my eye. I swerved instantly to avoid it—too far! My front wheel skidded on the dirt and pitched sideways, and I just barely had enough time to throw my arms out before I toppled over into a sprawled heap in the dirt.
Well, that was random. Not that I had any doubts as to who was responsible.
I coughed hard, wiping my long hair out of my face as I attempted to sit up. Not a second later, I was forced back down by a pair of heavy paws colliding with my chest as black fur filled my entire field of vision.
“Ow, c’mon… lemme up, Ebony!” I yelled, shoving a hand against the Houndour sitting triumphantly on my stomach. She finally jumped off, looking way too pleased with herself as she trotted over to her owner… who was now standing next to his bike, cracking up.
“Pfft—shut up, Rudy,” I said, climbing to my feet and wiping the dirt from my baggy clothes.
“You gotta admit that’s hilarious,” Rudy laughed, wiping his eyes. He then gave the Houndour a bewildered look and added, “Okay, but seriously Ebony, how the heck did you get out?”
The firedog barked out a reply that had something to do with the gate. Had we… left it open? We weren’t that dumb, were we?
From the triumphant grin on her face, I suspected we were.
“Aw c’mon… you know I’m the one who gets in trouble when you wander off, right?” Rudy said, rubbing the back of his head. Judging by the cheerful barks she let out next, I didn’t think she cared.
Rudy sighed. “Oh well, maybe it’s a good thing that you followed us.” His face split into a mischievous grin. “Gotta keep practicing, after all. Now where was it…” He spun around, looking in all directions for a few seconds until his eyes fell on a dry log. “Perfect!”
An uneasy feeling came over me. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“It’ll be fiiiine,” Rudy said dismissively, waving a hand. “There’s no grass nearby, look.”
“Mm,” I replied vaguely. I guess that was true. It would probably be okay.
Rudy took up a fighting stance, like he was facing down a serious opponent and not just a dead log. He planted his feet, thrust his arm forward, and yelled, “Alright, go! Ember!”
Ebony’s eyes flashed. She stamped her paws, took a deep breath, and—!
—breathed out a half-dozen red flares that fizzled into nothing before reaching the target.
Rudy’s face fell. “Lame. Oh well, there’ll be plenty of time to practice fire breathing out on the trail.”
“Out on the trail…?” I asked.
“Yeah, when I start my journey, duh.”
And there it was. The reminder that he’d be leaving soon. Just like everyone else. I’d been trying to ignore it, to pretend it wasn’t really happening. But there was no avoiding it forever.
“So, you’re leaving soon,” I said in a low voice.
“Well, yeah! Why wouldn’t I!” Rudy replied cheerfully, oblivious to my tone. “And Ebony’s coming with!” The Houndour let out a bark of approval.
“You realize you’re pretty much the only person I know who hasn’t left on a journey yet?” The words were out of my mouth before I’d had time to fully think them through.
He shrugged. “I guess? But that’s only because I’m starting late.”
“Getting your license at thirteen isn’t that late. Me not having a license at fourteen? That’s late,” I grumbled.
“Oh, come on,” Rudy said, looking kind of bored with my complaints after having heard them a dozen times. “I still say you should just take Swift and leave, license or not.”
I stared at him. “I’m not gonna train Pokémon illegally. I’m not that stupid.”
“Alright, alright, it was just an idea,” he said, waving a hand impatiently. “I’m just saying if I failed the exam twice, that’s what I’d do—just take Ebony and leave. Though it would kinda suck not getting to challenge any gyms.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely the worst part about training illegally,” I said with an eyeroll. Then again, this was a nice place to change the subject. “So, is Ebony going to be your starter?”
Rudy shook his head. “Nah. Dad said we’re not responsible enough to keep each other in line. Wanted me to get a ‘proper starter’ who’s trained in that sort of thing,” Rudy said, with a mocking tone added for good measure. “Just wants me to have a babysitter, more like.”
I shrugged. “I figure it can’t be all bad having a Pokémon by your side who knows what they’re doing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. And they’ll be all-in for the League, obviously.” He put a hand to his chin. “Wonder what kind of Pokémon they’ll have. I know everyone says we’re not s’posed to care about that, but like, come on. What if I get a Charmander? That’d be so frickin’ awesome.”
Wait, but then… if Ebony was coming along, and he was planning on getting a Charmander, then…
“Is Chloe coming too?”
Rudy shook his head. “Nah, she’s not really into battling, so she’s staying home.”
Ebony’s face fell, and she mumbled something disapproving under her breath.
Rudy gave her a look. “Hey, I’m upset too, but Dad said we can’t bug her about it, okay?”
I shoved my hands in my pockets. “I guess it’s probably for the best that she’s not coming. Then you’d have three fire-types.”
Rudy raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to be a problem?”
I shrugged. “I just thought you wanted to go competitive.”
“There are monotype trainers,” he said defensively.
“Well, I guess if you feel like losing to one Blastoise…”
That earned me a shoulder punch. Worth it, though.
We ended up heading back home soon after that since Rudy’s dad would flip if he got home and saw that we left the gate open. Rudy and I each held onto one end of the ramp and carried it between us as we walked our bikes home. Ebony made a game of running in a figure-eight around us and under the ramp. When we got back to Rudy’s house, Chloe was waiting patiently by the open gate, wagging her tail.
“See, she follows the rules,” Rudy pointed out, and Ebony let out an indifferent snort before bolting forward to tackle the Growlithe. The two firedogs collided in a heap of black and orange fur.
Rudy glanced around the backyard. “Huh, I guess now that we’re back, I should prooobably do my chores before my dad gets home.”
“I thought you said you did them before we left,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, uh… might’ve exaggerated a little,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I did like, one.”
“Wow, one entire chore.”
“Oh, shut up,” Rudy replied, jabbing my arm. “Help me get the ramp inside and then I gotta get to work.”
We dragged the bike ramp into the garage and then waved each other goodbye. I rode my bike across the street to my house, folding my arms behind my head and debating what to do with the rest of the afternoon. It seemed like a nice day to go for a ride around town, at least… just to take my mind off things.
I grabbed my wallet from my room, quickly scribbled a note to my mom on the first piece of scrap paper I could find, and was about to head outside when I noticed the sound of the TV playing in the other room. Most likely Swift; he always liked watching TV when no one was home. I paused to listen to the audio—some kind of documentary? Yep, definitely Swift.
“I’m heading out!” I called.
The TV abruptly shut off. I heard the fluttering of wings behind me and turned to see Swift perched atop the bookshelf, preening his wing like he’d been there the whole time.
“You wanna come with?” I asked.
The Pidgey glanced away shyly, but then nodded.
“You know you don’t have to ask, right?” I said, smiling as I held the door open. He didn’t waste a second before fluttering through the doorway and out into the open air.
The afternoon stretched by as I wandered the streets of Viridian City, glancing at various storefronts as I passed, half-tempted to stop by the card shop or the gas station or the library, but deciding against it. I mostly just wanted to ride aimlessly under the shade of the trees, enjoying the cool breeze and the empty sidewalks that came with it still being early in the day. Every so often, I glanced up at the sky through the trees, catching glimpses of Swift following overhead. My hands idly drifted from the handlebars as my mind wandered back to the earlier conversation.
Rudy was leaving. Going on a Pokémon journey, like everyone else. And as much as I hated to admit it… I was glad when he didn’t have the credits to take the training exam last year.
I’d never had all that many friends, but it seemed like for each one that left, I always had someone still here. Starr had been the first to leave, five years ago. Then Ajia three years ago, then all the aspiring trainers in my year, and then everyone I knew in the year below me.
I didn’t even want to be a competitive battler; I just wanted to go with them.
First I screwed up by failing Pokéspeech so many times that I didn’t have enough credits the summer after I turned twelve. Then failing the test the summer after I turned thirteen. And now this year. The crushing feeling of seeing that failing score… for the second time.
I hated to think about it, and yet I didn’t want to do anything but think about it.
I was nearing the edge of Viridian city; the trees and buildings on either side of the road had grown further apart, replaced with open stretches of tall grass. I’d just reached the point where the road merged with the highway to Johto, with trails leading north branching off into the forest. This was usually where I turned around. I glanced up at the sky and called for Swift, but he wasn’t there.
“Swift…?” I asked hesitantly, half expecting him to hear me and suddenly fly into view. But the sky was completely open. Where had he gone? He had never done this before.
“Swift!” I yelled, pedaling harder. Unease crept into the back of my mind. This wasn’t like him. Did something happen to him? I didn’t want to believe that, but I couldn’t see any sign of him in the entire…
Sky. The sky was empty. No birds within sight, and these fields were usually full of Spearow.
“That’s… weird…” I muttered to myself. My eyes traced the horizon, hunting for any possible clue, when I spotted a plume of smoke over the trees to the north. What was that?
Feeling almost compelled to head that way, I turned and rode along a trail leading north—towards the forest. I reached the treeline within minutes and kept going, unsure of whether I’d be any nearer to finding Swift when I could barely see the sky anymore.
The terrain here was rougher. I had to work to keep my bike moving over the uneven path studded with rocks and tree roots. The deeper into the forest I went, the dumber I felt. Obviously heading toward smoke was a bad idea. What was I thinking? Well, obviously I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to find Swift and get out of here.
I was just about to turn around when a winged figure passing overhead caught my eye.
“Swift?!” I yelled, daring to let my hope rise.
The figure banked around to swoop down through the trees, and I felt a surge of relief.
“Swift!” I cried, holding out my arm for him to perch. “Why’d you fly off like that?”
His expression was reserved but noticeably troubled. He pointed a claw in the direction I’d been heading.
“Did you check out the smoke? Is there a fire?” I asked.
The Pidgey nodded. I glanced upward, but now that a thick canopy of trees covered us, I couldn’t make out the smoke anymore. Then again… weren’t there a lot of fire-types living in the area? Fires had to be pretty common.
Swift gave a low string of chirps. This time they had meaning, and I knew enough Pokéspeech to catch the words, “*It’s bad… come see.*”
He took flight again, circling overhead. I hesitated. Wasn’t this a job for the rangers? What could I possibly do to help? Still, part of me had to know. So I pushed onward through the trees, unsure of what I’d find. After several minutes, the air grew thick and hazy, and my nose burned. The feeling of unease intensified. Still, we continued on until the trees abruptly ended.
One moment we were within the thick of the forest, and the next, there was nothing but the charred remnants of tree trunks and scorched bits of grass and leaves. Flurries of ash saturated the air, stinging my eyes. And that foul smell just wouldn’t go away.
I stopped dead when it hit me. The odor saturating the air was burning flesh. These woods had been filled with Pokémon—and some of them must have been caught in the blaze.
My brain couldn’t process any of it. Who on earth expected to see something like this on an ordinary day?
“C’mon…” I muttered to Swift. “We don’t need to be here. We shouldn’t be here.”
But Swift just landed at the base of a nearby tree, looking up at me imploringly. I was about to ask why, but then a glimmer of orange caught my eye. A small ember, still clinging to life at the edge of a dark mass. I leaned my bike against a tree and approached it hesitantly, eyes widening once I got a good look at it.
It was breathing. The mound was alive. It was a Charmander.
The lizard’s scales were charred black and covered in ash. Every few seconds, it took a shuddering breath. The flame on the tip of its tail was just a tiny ember, flickering weakly.
What could have done this? To burn a fire-type…?
It was like my arm was moving on its own. I held my breath as my hand hovered right over the Charmander’s back, feeling the residual heat emanating from its body. I couldn’t possibly move it in this condition, could I? No. No, it would only do more harm than good, carrying it. But what else could I do?
“I wouldn’t stay here if I were you.”
I jolted at the sudden voice and threw a glance over my shoulder to see a tall figure slowly approaching through the haze. A young man, judging by the voice. Once he was close enough, I could see him more clearly—roughly college-aged, with a sharp face framed by wavy brown hair. A long, gray trench coat covered most of his lanky frame. His thick boots left clear footprints in the ash.
“What did you say?” I asked.
He examined me with icy blue eyes that seemed to stare right through me. “It’s dangerous. The disaster isn’t far from here, and they wouldn’t want any witnesses.”
“Witnesses?” I blurted out. “Who caused this, do you know?”
“I can show you if you follow me,” he said, tilting his head in the direction I’d been walking.
I was about to stand up, but then I glanced back down at the Charmander, a sinking feeling settling into my gut.
“What do I do?” I said miserably, staring at the helpless fire lizard. “It’s gonna die, and I don’t know if it’s safe to move, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Put it in a Pokéball,” he replied, as though this were obvious.
I stared blankly at him. “I don’t have any.”
He reached into a belt pouch, retrieved one, and held it out to me. I flinched.
“I can’t... put it in a ball,” I said quietly, avoiding his eye. “I’m not a trainer. It didn’t challenge me.”
“Desperate times,” he said simply. “The pact allows for life-or-death scenarios.”
Right. I should have known that. But it still felt wrong.
Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and fought to keep it steady. I took the ball from him and gently tapped it against the lizard’s unconscious form. It immediately transformed into bright red energy before being sucked into the ball. The button on the front flashed red, then only a second later went white. Capture successful.
The trainer nodded approvingly. Then he turned and walked off into the haze. Half of me still wanted to leave. The smoky air was thick and uncomfortable to breathe. But… I had to know.
I glanced back at Swift to see if he had any objections, and he just fluttered up to perch on my shoulder. Guess we were in this together.
The trainer was already a hazy figure in the distance, and I had to walk quickly to catch up with him. He gave me a sideways glance as I approached.
“You’re not a trainer?” he asked. “You look old enough to be one.”
“No, I’m not.” I didn’t feel like elaborating. Instead, I asked, “What happened here? And how recently?”
“So recently that it’s still happening,” was the only response.
I exhaled sharply through my nose. The whole situation was only getting more unnerving. Part of me wanted to turn around, but my legs kept carrying me forward.
By now I could see a red glow through the haze. My pulse quickened. We reached the edge of a ridge that overlooked an open valley between the forested hills. And that’s where I saw it.
A brilliant fireball tore across the clearing, setting everything in its path ablaze. It stopped suddenly in the center of the valley and unleashed a heat wave outward, and when the flames cleared, there it was. Silhouetted against the flames, a fantastically bizarre beast like nothing I’d ever seen before, with a wild mane and a billowing, cloudlike tail and jagged spikes running down its sides. The beast whipped its head around in a weirdly anxious manner, almost like it was on the lookout for something. Then it turned in our direction, and I stared into that brilliantly colored face that I’d seen only in books, like a red star with a golden crown. There was no mistaking it.
Entei. The Beast of the Volcano. A Legendary Pokémon of Johto. Right here, right in front of us, for real. I couldn’t help feeling the urge to... avert my eyes or bow or something.
And then another sound caught my ears, even above the roaring flames. It was almost like… engines?
Over a dozen jeeps and trucks burst into the clearing at once, closing in on Entei from multiple directions. Entei recoiled backward, pelted by bullets—they were shooting it? The volcano beast slammed its heavy paws to the ground and unleashed a heat wave, turning the valley into a sea of fire. But when the flames died down, the jeeps were unharmed, surrounded by shimmering energy shields. Several dozen Pokémon appeared from Pokéballs, immediately unleashing torrents of water at their target. Entei stood its ground with a furious roar, but it still winced in pain as steam poured from its body. And the next time it tried to run, a ghostly aura kept it from straying too far.
I was frozen, staring at the scene in a stupefied shock. “What? What are they… why?” I stammered. “Why would anyone attack—?” Didn’t they realize what they were doing?
There was a pause. Then came the reply, “Have you ever heard of Team Rocket?”
I tilted my head. “I mean, everyone’s heard of them, right?” They were only the biggest crime gang in the region for as long as anyone could remember. Everyone had heard stories and rumors about them. Although… how many of those rumors were true was another story.
“To the general public,” he continued, without acknowledging I’d said anything, “Team Rocket is nothing more than a widespread criminal gang. What the public doesn’t know is that for the past twenty years, the team has been making a slow push for total control over all of Kanto and Johto. On the surface, they’re still the same thieves, smugglers, and traffickers they’ve always been. But that just hides the fact that there’s another side to the team that no one knows about.” He motioned to the ongoing struggle down in the valley.
Team Rocket. They were the ones responsible for this. A gang of thieves was going after gods? Words failed me. Everything he had said was overloading my brain, and the only thing I could manage was, “How do you know about this?”
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “Not all Rockets are satisfied with the direction the team is headed. Some of them have their own plans. Some of them are working against Giovanni from within the team.”
“Giovanni?” He couldn’t mean… the Giovanni? Leader of the Viridian Pokémon Gym?
“The current boss,” he clarified.
I shook my head. “Hang on, hang on. You’re telling me those crazy rumors that he’s involved with Rockets—they’re not just true, but he’s the boss?!”
He nodded.
I couldn’t help staring. “You’re serious? That’s supposed to be, like… tabloid fodder for conspiracy nuts. If it’s actually true… shouldn’t more people know?”
“You underestimate the team’s influence,” he replied with a slight laugh. “They have agents working all over. Turning him in wouldn’t do anything.”
Well, that was… unnerving. Really, what was I supposed to say to that? With a glance back at the blazing valley, I asked, “Shouldn’t we do something? I mean, if we don’t—”
“We?” he asked with just the slightest hint of amusement. “I thought you said you weren’t a trainer.”
“I… I’m not,” I mumbled, lowering my eyes to the ground. Then I looked up at him hopefully and said, “Can’t you?”
The trainer closed his eyes. “I know my limits. My team is strong. But not strong enough to stop them alone.”
I wasn’t sure why I’d said it. I didn’t know anything about this guy. Of course it was stupid to imply that he could take out an entire squad of armed Rockets alone.
I glanced down at the Pokéball in my hand, feeling rather miserable about everything. Why did he even bother explaining anything only to flat-out tell me I was useless?
“What would you say,” he began slowly with a curious tone, “if I told you that a regional takeover might soon be within their grasp?”
I whirled around to face him, gaping in shock. “What?”
“That’s why they’re aiming to capture Legendary Pokémon. If the combat unit had legends at their disposal, there would be no stopping them.” His tone was perfectly casual, as though Team Rocket being on the verge of a regional conquest was normal, everyday conversation.
I was frozen, unable to process all of this. “…What do we do about that? Why are you telling me this?”
He gave me a very serious look. “Are you interested in helping stop Team Rocket’s Legendary project? Would you be willing to fight them?”
I stared. How exactly was I supposed to fight them, and how did he expect me to? Didn’t he just say there was no way I could help? I kept waiting for him to say something like “it would be nice if it were possible,” but his expression was cold and unflinching.
“How… what do you mean?” I asked.
“If you were able to stop Team Rocket from catching Legendaries, would you?”
I wanted to say, “well, who wouldn’t?” but that didn’t seem like a very good answer. I simply nodded.
He considered me for a while before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small card. “I’ve been handing these out to people just starting their journey,” he said, handing it to me. “This is your formal invitation to join a team against the Rockets. If you want to know more, meet me at the specified location after you become a trainer.”
“But how—?” I began.
“What’s on that card is all I can say for now,” he said firmly. “Don’t lose it, and don’t reveal it.”
He unclipped a Pokéball from his belt and opened it. The flash of white light from inside took the form of a tall dragon with glossy orange scales and huge wings—a Charizard, the final evolution of Charmander. I’d never seen one in person.
He replaced the Pokéball on his belt and climbed onto the dragon’s back. It stretched its wings, flapping hard and sending flurries of soot into my face. I shielded my eyes reflexively until the fire lizard had lifted off.
“I’ll see you there,” the trainer said before the two soared off into the sky.
“Later…?” I said, more to myself than him. The whole conversation had felt very bizarre and surreal, and part of me half-expected to wake from a dream any moment. But I knew that was too much to hope for. So I looked down at the small card he had given me and read:
If you have received this card, it is because you have been recognized as either a beginning trainer with high potential, or an ambitious young trainer willing to face danger for the sake of stopping Team Rocket. If you are serious about joining a rebellion against the Rockets, then meet at pier 3 in Vermilion harbor prior to June 16 for further instruction.
Well, that sure was vague. Still, it made sense, just in case Team Rocket got their hands on a card. But was he really just giving them out to random trainers? Why was he doing this? And how on earth had I gotten myself mixed up in all of it?
My eyes drifted back to the ongoing battle, no matter how badly I didn’t want to look. Everything about it was completely mind-boggling. Entei was still keeping its attackers at bay, but even its incredible strength was waning. It wasn’t invincible, no matter what the stories said.
“C’mon… you can beat ‘em. You have to…” I whispered.
Most of the fire in the valley had been put out by torrential waterspouts. Entei’s fur was waterlogged. Its movements had grown sluggish. Was I seriously about to watch a Legendary get captured? And not be able to do anything about it?
No. I couldn’t watch this. I didn’t want to be able to say that I saw a legend get captured.
“We shouldn’t be here,” I muttered to Swift. He glanced between me and the Rockets, then looked down, conflicted.
Coming here was a mistake. I couldn’t do anything about all this. I was just a kid; I wasn’t even a trainer. Why had the Charizard guy even given me a card?
I glanced at the Pokéball still in my hand. At least I could save the Charmander. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
But before I could turn to leave, movement caught my eye. One of the jeeps had broken from the rest of the group, driving away from them at breakneck speed. Up the hill. In our direction. I stared stupidly at it, unable to process what I was seeing.
“Don’t… don’t tell me they…” I took a step backward, eyes wide.
I sighed exasperatedly. “You’re never gonna get tired of this game, are you?” Sure, she knew me, but still felt determined as ever to ‘protect’ her home and her owner—who was now standing next to his bike, cracking up.
I wasn't sure who was talking in t his line, since at first I thought it was Jade, but it was surrounded by lines from Jade, too. So it was someone else, and I had to reread a few times to figure that out.
I feel like this is an odd descriptor to use as an opener, when the more objective descriptions came afterward. I think I'd prefer to have the judgement of how amazing its face was happen after the actual description happened.
Huh, just like that? I mean, we certainly had to get the plot started somehow, but I wonder just how secure those kinds of cards are when you think about it. For one, I mean, Jade just got spotted, so that's not good, and what happens if they see the card? What if a young, naive trainer happens to blab about it, and Team Rocket already knows the meeting that's about to happen? There's almost a whole month until the meeting date, after all, so... oof.
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Anyway, interesting start! Things are already rolling, though much like Jade, we don't know the full context, and just the "what if I told you" Matrix premise of the conspiracy that's happening under the public's nose. I found it a bit entertaining in a morbid way that a Charmander of all things is the one burned, especially considering how they're known to deal with lava. Still, since Pokemon attacks are a different thing to deal with, what with the implicitly ethereal nature of it all, not to mention it being Legendary fire, it makes more sense. But I can't help but nitpick that Fire Types can't get burns. I'd've been more inclined to see a waterlogged Charmander due to a stray water cannon in peril instead, which would've added extra foreshadowing for what happened right after.
Overall, though, interesting start proper, getting right into the plot!
I wasn't sure who was talking in t his line, since at first I thought it was Jade, but it was surrounded by lines from Jade, too. So it was someone else, and I had to reread a few times to figure that out.
Huh, just like that? I mean, we certainly had to get the plot started somehow, but I wonder just how secure those kinds of cards are when you think about it. For one, I mean, Jade just got spotted, so that's not good, and what happens if they see the card? What if a young, naive trainer happens to blab about it, and Team Rocket already knows the meeting that's about to happen? There's almost a whole month until the meeting date, after all, so... oof.
I found it a bit entertaining in a morbid way that a Charmander of all things is the one burned, especially considering how they're known to deal with lava. Still, since Pokemon attacks are a different thing to deal with, what with the implicitly ethereal nature of it all, not to mention it being Legendary fire, it makes more sense.
Heh, yeah, I was mostly just going for it being the sheer strength of Legendary fire. (On a related note, in a chapter I'm writing currently, there's the line, “I’ve always wanted to know just how much lightning it would take to hurt a ground-type. Should we test it?”)
Thanks for the review! And now, chapter 2:
~Chapter 2: Reinforcements~
I immediately bolted in the opposite direction, mind racing. They were coming for me—why were they coming for me? Swift flew by my side as I sprinted though the woods, ash burning my eyes, my throat. Couldn’t think, had to run. One foot in front of the other, pumping my arms as hard as I could. My heart pounded and my lungs ached, but the smothering wave of fear pushed me forward. I threw a glance over my shoulder, and—
I shouldn’t have done that; they were too close. The jeep was bowling over the uneven ground and fallen trees like they were nothing. The forest wasn’t dense enough to slow them down, not after the fire. Dammit.
My bike, had to reach my bike. Nothing was more important than that. I could make it to town before they caught me and then lose them on the side streets. Just that tiny shred of hope was enough to keep me going, but was I too far away? I couldn’t help glancing over my shoulder again and—oh god. They were right behind me. I wasn’t going to make it!
The jeep sped past me and swerved abruptly into my path. I skidded to a stop just before I would have slammed into the side and spun around as fast as I could. Too late—the driver threw open the door, and a fist locked around the back of my shirt collar.
“No! No, stop, let go!!” I screamed, flailing as hard as I could, but I couldn’t get free. The Rocket dragged me toward the jeep, flung open the back hatch, and threw me inside. Then he climbed back into the front seat and drove off.
I lay there in a crumpled heap, my heart racing and my breathing shallow and my brain still trying to work through what the hell had just happened. Why was this happening to me? Why, why, why? I tried to get my mouth to form the words, “what do you want with me?” but the sentence died in my throat.
The Rockets were talking. One of them said something and laughed, but their words seemed to bounce off my ears. Nothing felt real.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I finally attempted to sit up. My heart was still pounding so hard I thought it would burst. First a shuddering breath while I tried to clear the dizzying panic from my head. Then my arms pushed against the floor and lifted my upper body from the mud-caked surface. Okay, that made my head feel lighter at least. Another deep breath and I managed to sit up fully.
I found myself peering over the back seat without meaning to, glancing between the four Rockets in the jeep. The man who’d grabbed me was driving. He was tall, burly, and looked older than the others. My eyes slid to his reflection in the rearview mirror—he had thick black hair and dark eyes surrounded by a stern and commanding face. Just looking at him made me shiver; I couldn’t help ducking behind the seat.
My eyes wandered to the window and caught sight of… buildings? We were nearing Viridian, but why? Why hadn’t we rejoined the group going after Entei? If we drove through Viridian instead, would it be possible to yell for help?
No. The windows were up, and the Rockets were likely armed. There was no way out of this.
I sank back against the seat, staring numbly out the window. And then I saw him—Swift was following us, flapping his wings rapidly to keep up. My heart leapt for a moment… until reality caught up with the simple truth that he couldn’t do anything either.
“Just go,” I whispered, though he couldn’t hear me. “There’s nothing you can do…”
But he kept following. He trailed us all through Viridian City, even as we passed the outskirts and headed into the forests east of town. I kept my eyes on him the whole time. It was comforting… but also made my heart ache.
Eventually, the jeep turned off the road we’d been following and into an empty parking lot surrounded by trees. We slowed to a stop in front of a large warehouse, where the driver rolled down his window and reached out to tap a card key to a scanner. The oversized garage door began to slide open, revealing a wide ramp descending into darkness.
As the driver took us inside, I turned to look behind us one last time. Swift was gone. Even if he’d still been there, it would obviously be a bad idea for him to follow us inside, where he could get trapped. It was better that he’d left. And yet… I couldn’t help feeling more alone than ever.
At the bottom of the ramp, we emerged into a massive underground hangar filled with trucks, small aircraft, and even a jet plane. I stared around at it all, utterly floored. Team Rocket was really this huge? The Charizard trainer had said as much, but… I hadn’t wanted to believe him. Seeing all this, right in front of me, it was pretty hard to ignore.
The jeep finally came to a stop, and the engine shut off. Doors swung open; the Rockets all exited the vehicle. I watched the driver walk over to an office door and scan his card key to unlock it before walking inside. And so, I was left alone. The only person who even knew I’d been taken was Swift. And what could he do about it, really? I found myself idly reaching into my pocket and grabbing the Pokéball with the Charmander, rolling it in my palm. I couldn’t let it out, not in its condition. And now it was in Team Rocket’s grasp just as much as I was. Some help I’d been.
I jolted at the loud slam of a door flying open. A man stormed out wearing an irritated expression, closely followed by the driver, who had a much smaller, more defensive air than earlier. It looked like the two were arguing. Maybe… maybe I could listen to them? I had to know if I was dead. The suspense was eating me alive. And so, acting more on impulse than anything, I slowly edged myself over the back seat and cracked open the car door.
“Of course no one ever feels like telling me a damn thing about the mission status,” the new (higher-ranked?) Rocket snapped. “And what the hell made you think it would be a good idea to grab some random kid who happened to see it? Sure, she reports someone attacking a legend, big deal. No one would have any idea that it was us. But now she sure as hell knows too much. Honestly, Tyson, I don’t even know why I—”
“That’s not all,” the driver cut in. “I saw him. The one we’ve heard rumors about from the new recruits. Of course, he was far off so I didn’t see what he looked like, but I know she did.”
A very heavy pause followed.
“Don’t tell me you’re taking that crap seriously?” his superior asked. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but all I’ve heard is that some dumbass is going around gathering a bunch of kids to fight us.”
“I heard he was a part of the revolt.”
Yet another pause. “So he might know more about us than we thought,” the other Rocket said, sounding at least somewhat intrigued. “But how many others left us that day? Have any of them accomplished much? I don’t see how this is any—”
He was interrupted by the ring of a cell phone. Tyson answered it and proceeded to listen for nearly a minute while his superior watched, still irritated. After some time, Tyson gave a short, curt response and hung up.
“Well?” the higher-rank snapped.
Tyson straightened. “It was a mission update. Entei was just about to escape, but then—you’re not gonna believe this—the Johto combat unit showed up.” His superior made an exaggerated sound of disgust.
“They took control of the situation,” Tyson went on, “and of course one of their agents was the one who caught Entei. But now he’s refusing to hand it over; he’s waiting for orders from the Johto commander.”
I went rigid with shock. They had actually caught it? They’d caught Entei? A Legendary Pokémon had been captured, and these two were talking about it like it was as normal as homework.
“The idiot. Boss’s word isn’t enough for him?” the higher-rank muttered, folding his arms.
Tyson shrugged. “It’s the Johto force. You know how they are.”
“Tch… always making their own terms for everything…” He scoffed. “Anyway, we’re almost ready to ship the experiments to Celadon for testing, along with the supplies and machinery.” The higher-rank jerked a thumb toward the far side of the hangar. “Since you’re back, and you have a… vested interest in that program, I want you on board.” At this point, he let out a sigh. “Now, about the kid…”
“Should I just dispose of her?” Tyson cut in, and my heart stopped.
“Well, if you’re convinced that she knows anything, it could be useful,” the higher-rank said. “But I don’t have time to question her, and I know none of the admins do.” Unexpectedly, he laughed. “I know, this is perfect—most of the department heads are at Celadon HQ right now. Stick the girl on the transport jet; let them deal with what to do with her.” With that, he walked off to discuss things with some of the other Rockets.
I collapsed into the seat, letting out a huge sigh of relief. My situation hadn’t improved, but just knowing that I wasn’t dead yet was enough to make me feel slightly better. But then a few seconds later, Tyson started walking back toward the jeep, and my heart jumped into my throat. I threw myself over the back seat and tried my best to look like I hadn’t moved.
“Well, it’s your lucky day,” Tyson said with a sneer as the back hatch opened. “If you keep your head down and answer the executives’ questions, they might not mind letting you live, though I’m not offering any guarantees.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me out of the jeep. I wanted to resist, I wanted to run, I wanted to do something, but I was paralyzed. Where could I run? I’d be shot if they decided I was more trouble than I was worth.
“Here,” Tyson said, handing me off to one of his subordinates. “Tie her up and put her on the transport jet. Don’t forget the standard procedures.”
Tyson walked off, and the grunt dragged me toward the large, black airplane on the opposite side of the hangar. Several mechanics were checking the plane over while other Rockets loaded crates into the cargo hold. That’s where Tyson’s subordinate was taking me. We reached the front of the cargo hold, where the Rocket opened a door that led into a small, dimly-lit space with a stairwell leading upward. He proceeded to pat down my pockets and immediately found the Charmander’s Pokéball, which he took.
My heart crumpled inward. “What do you want with Charmander—it’s badly hurt!”
“I’m sure they’ll heal it before it’s sold,” the Rocket drawled, pocketing it. I wanted to reach out, make him give it back, anything. But my arm wouldn’t move.
The only thing else I had on me was my wallet, so the Rocket took that as well, flipping through its contents.
“So…” he said, pulling out my school ID, “Jade Arens, fourteen years old. I’ll be sure to get that on file. And… what do we have here?” I felt like kicking myself when he pulled out the wad of cash I had stuffed in there. It was my birthday savings, which I’d intended to use on a journey someday. Part of me had known that it was a stupid idea to carry it around like that, but… there wasn’t much I could do about it now.
After finding the money, the Rocket didn’t bother looking at anything else I had in there and simply tossed the wallet into a bin. He then zip-tied me to a metal railing with my wrists behind my back, then shut the door.
I was alone. For how long, I had no idea. I couldn’t see my watch. The only sound was the occasional clunk of more cargo being loaded onto the plane. It was nerve-wracking just sitting there drenched in sweat mixed with soot, not knowing how much longer until something happened, or even what would happen. Struggling against my bindings only made them dig into my wrists even more.
After what felt like hours, I heard another door shut and then the heavy thud of what must have been the cargo hatch closing. The air filled with the steadily growing hum of engines. The plane was moving now, slanting backwards as it traveled up the long ramp that led outside the hangar. Once we were outside, the plane turned, and I felt a sudden rush of acceleration until the moment we lifted off. And with that, we were airborne, and I was heading off toward an unknown fate.
Thoughts wouldn’t stop buzzing in my head, no matter how badly I wanted them to stop. What would I have done differently if I had the chance to redo today? Going into the forest was probably my biggest mistake. Or maybe following the mysterious trainer I’d met. But if what he’d said about Team Rocket’s goals was true…
The Rockets had caught Entei. That was just… wrong. My brain didn’t know how to process it. I still found myself wishing I could have done something. Even if…
A sudden thud jarred me from my thoughts. I strained my ears to hear more, but the hum of the engines was too loud. At least, until another clang rang out a minute later, much closer to the door this time. I tensed up immediately. What did they want now?
…Wait. That door led into the cargo hold. Why on earth would anyone be in there?
I had no idea what I expected to see when the metal door swung open. …But I definitely wasn’t expecting what I did see.
A teenage boy about a year or two older than me stood in the doorway. He had a messy look about him, with thick, dirty-blond hair and way-too baggy clothes and a Pokéball belt hanging low on one side. And he was currently looking rather pleased with himself.
“Hello there,” he said. “It looks like I’m rescuing you. My name’s Spencer—I think we’re gonna be good friends.”
I blinked. I had about a million questions, but about the only thing I could say was, “What?”
He frowned. “That’s all the response I get? Boring.” He stood aside, allowing a sleek, tan and black-furred beast to step in front of him. “Alright Typhlosion, go ahead and cut those ties.”
Typhlosion’s claws lit up with white light, and a few well-placed slashes later, I was free. I stood up, rubbing my wrists and clenching my hands to get the blood moving again.
Still trying to make sense out of this random turn of events, I asked, “What are you doing here? And how did you know I was here? Who are you?”
“I already told you my name,” Spencer said matter-of-factly, folding his arms. “And, uh, I guess if you wanna know how I got here, you’ll have to ask him.” He motioned a thumb over his shoulder.
A voice behind him said, “Yeah, Jade, I hope you’re happy, because I hadn’t planned on getting stuck on some stupid plane like this.”
What? That voice… it couldn’t be…
Spencer stepped aside, revealing a rather disgruntled Rudy standing in the entrance to the cargo hold.
“How did you get here?” I asked, completely floored.
He groaned slightly, putting a hand to his face. “Well, Spencer needed to find his Pokémon, and luckily it was the same place they had taken you, so we snuck on board.”
I clapped a hand to my forehead. “Okay, just… what? That doesn’t answer my—how about you actually start at the beginning? How did you know I was here?”
“Alright, alright,” Rudy said impatiently, as though the details didn’t matter and he wanted to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. “It’s because of Swift. I walked to your house to show off my starter, and I saw him pecking the windows in a fuss, and—what’s with that look?” My jaw had dropped upon hearing the word “starter.”
“You got a starter?” I blurted out. “Already?”
“Hey, uh, not to break up the reunion or anything, but aren’t there Rockets upstairs?” Spencer asked.
I glanced up the stairwell. We were down by the cargo hold, which meant that the upper level probably led to the cockpit.
“Riiight. We should probably move out of here,” I said. Luckily, the engines were loud enough that it didn’t seem like anyone had overheard us. The Rockets probably would have come barging down here by now if they had.
We made our way inside the cargo hold. It was colder in here and barely had any lighting, so Spencer gave Typhlosion a pat, and the Pokémon’s neck lit up. The firelight was comforting somehow. Really, just them being there was enough to make the entire situation feel better. I wasn’t alone anymore; with four of us here, we had to find some way out.
“So… Swift was the one who led you to the Rocket base?” I asked Rudy.
He nodded. “Yep. Saw him flying around like crazy, and from what I could tell, he was saying you were in trouble? So I followed him to the edge of town and that’s when I ran into Spencer.”
“Yeah, my Pokémon were stolen from me a few days ago,” Spencer added. “I’d been scoping out the entrance to the hideout for a while, but I had no idea how I was ever gonna get inside. Then Rudy showed up in the area, and about an hour later, a bunch of jeeps were returning to the base, so we took the chance to sneak in behind ‘em.”
I stared at him, impressed. “You guys snuck into a Rocket base? What was your plan?”
“No plan, really. Just kind of improvising, y’know?” Spencer said, laughing awkwardly. My face fell slightly. Okay, so maybe my new ally wasn’t the most capable.
“We hung out by the cargo area where we could keep out of sight and eavesdrop on the passing Rockets,” he went on. “Then I overheard stuff about transporting Pokémon and supplies and a prisoner.”
“And just look at this awesome mess it’s gotten us all into,” Rudy added. His tone was somewhere between a joke and an accusation.
“You didn’t have to come and get me,” I muttered, a bit defensive.
“Ah, don’t be stupid,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Anyway, we’re here now. This Team Rocket crew sounds like bad news, so we’ve gotta find a way off this plane.”
“I doubt that’ll be happening until it lands,” Spencer piped up. “I didn’t pack a parachute.”
“Well…” I said, “I guess we’re not in any danger right now, so we’ve got time to plan.”
“Exactly,” Rudy said. “Anyway, why don’t we start by screwing up as much of the crap on this plane as possible.”
With a glance around at the crates surrounding us, I replied, “Screw up things how? I don’t think we can just go around destroying random crap while flying.”
“Well, for one thing… what do we do about the rest of the stolen Pokémon?” Spencer asked, motioning towards an open crate. “I already got mine back, but—”
“Wait, those are stolen Pokémon?” I asked, running over to see the box full of stacked Pokéball trays. “I had a Charmander with me before I was captured. It might be in here.”
Now it was Rudy’s turn to gape at me. “You have a Charmander? What in the… how?”
“I found it out on Route 22, where I got captured. It’s… kind of a long story.” I shifted through some of the Pokéballs in dismay. “How am I ever gonna figure out which one it’s in?”
“Here,” Spencer said, pulling out his Pokédex and opening it. I watched curiously as he held the Pokéballs up one by one to the device’s scanning lens. After about twenty or so of them, he announced, “Here we go. Low-level, unregistered Charmander. Uh… its energy is reeaally low. I know they always say you gotta defeat the Pokémon before they’ll let you train them, but come on now.”
“I didn’t catch it,” I said, a bit defensive despite his joking tone. “It was half-dead when I found it. I’ve got to get it healed.” I turned to gaze vaguely around all the boxes in the cargo hold. Maybe one of them had healing supplies?
“Alright you fix your Charmander, and I’ll go see if I can find anything useful,” Rudy said, taking the opportunity to wander off. I could have sworn I heard him mumble, “We should totally set some of this junk on fire at least.”
I stuck closer to the front of the plane, prying open boxes and scanning their contents as I went. I had wondered what the jet was intended to transport, but now it seemed like the answer was almost anything. Most of the crates were filled with machine parts and computerized devices, but then others were packed with battle enhancements or stronger types of Pokéball. Finally, I scored—a box packed with healing supplies. I picked up the first thing I could find and read the label.
“‘Full Restore—effective on all types of surface damage or injuries, including burns, frost, poison, paralysis’… sounds great.” I noticed the rather unappealing price tag of 3000p—good thing I wasn’t buying it.
I held out the Charmander’s Pokéball and carefully pressed the button, splitting it open and letting out a burst of light that condensed into the fire lizard’s unconscious form. It shivered a bit, but otherwise didn’t move. Still in the same condition as earlier.
I kneeled down and sprayed the liquid all over the Charmander’s skin. The lizard flinched, but soon enough, the charred flesh slowly regained its normal color, leaving only patches of scabs on some parts of its back. It was honestly amazing how quickly Pokémon could heal when given a bit of help. Now I just needed something to wake it up.
“Hey Spencer!” I called out. “Do you know the name of the stuff that can revive Pokémon?”
“You mean like a revive?”
Oh. Duh.
I dug through the box some more. “Got it,” I said, pulling out a small yellow crystal. After skimming the instruction label, I cracked the shell of the crystal to activate it and then gently held it against the fire-type’s forehead. After about 20 seconds, I noticed that the tiny flare on its tail had grown into a full flame. Finally, it opened its bright blue eyes and stumbled to its feet.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
The lizard spun around, eyes wide with alarm. It clutched its tail and glanced cautiously around at the strange environment.
“This has got to be a pretty big shock. And, uh… you’re probably wondering how you got here. I didn’t mean to take you from your home. It’s just that you were sort of… dying,” I finished lamely.
The Charmander relaxed slightly, but didn’t give much of a reaction to my words. Could it even understand me? As a wild Pokémon, it might never have heard human speech before.
“Can you understand me?” I asked.
It stared, apparently confused at my confusion. “*Yes…*” it said slowly, in a tone suggesting that it found the question very strange.
“Well, uh, okay—so you’ve been around humans before. Do you have a human name?”
The fire lizard gave me a long, quiet stare, something shifting in its eyes. “*Firestorm,*” it eventually said.
“Alright then. So, uh, are you male or female?” I wasn’t quite sure if that was an offensive question or not, but I couldn’t really tell. And it hadn’t referred to itself yet, which would’ve made the answer obvious, given how Pokéspeech worked.
“*Male,*” he replied simply.
I nodded, not really sure what else to ask him. After having gotten over his initial shock, Firestorm was curiously sniffing some of the storage crates, seemingly unconcerned with the whole ‘kidnapped by strange human’ thing.
The Charmander turned to me and said, “Mander char charmander char’charrman?” But it was longer than the previous one-word statements, and I didn’t catch most of it. It sounded like a question—something to do with a Pokémon trainer? I was about to ask him to repeat it, but then I heard Rudy call out, “Hey Jade, come check this out!”
I stood to my feet and motioned for the Charmander to follow if he wanted. After making my way down the center aisle, I found Rudy, Spencer, and Typhlosion, the former sitting on the floor and undoing the latches on a long metal case.
“Oh hey,” Spencer said, giving a small wave. “Normally I’d say that warnings are meant to be ignored, but I don’t know about this.” He flashed a skeptical look toward Rudy.
I stared blankly. “Huh?”
“Check it out,” Rudy said, holding up the case. Engraved on the top in sleek lettering were the words: “Pokéball Containment Unit.” Beneath that, a label read, “Caution: Experimental Pokémon are extremely unstable and must be kept in the containment unit at all times unless removed by an experiment handler.”
“Experimental Pokémon?” I said incredulously. Then again, Tyson’s superior had mentioned something like that…
“Yeah, yeah! Just think—these could be like, super-powerful mutant Pokémon. If we used them to fight the Rockets, we’d be able to get out of this for sure!” Rudy said excitedly.
I hesitated. “That… does seem like our best chance to escape, but… we don’t even know if they’ll listen to—hey, don’t let them out now!” I yelled frantically. He had opened the case, revealing several black Poke Balls encased in holders, each labeled with info on the experiment within.
“I’m just looking,” Rudy countered. “I’m not gonna let them out. Huh… these are weird looking, aren’t they?” He pulled one of the black spheres out of its holder and rotated it in his palm.
“Okay, okay, just wait. We’re not gonna have to fight until this plane lands, wherever it’s going. Spencer, how many Pokémon have you got?”
“Six,” he replied, posing importantly. “Typhlosion here is the strongest, but the rest are also pretty tough.” At his words, Typhlosion struck a pose along with him.
“Alright, that’s good since, uh… Rudy and I will be pretty useless in a fight.” It felt rather awkward to admit.
“Hey, what do you mean?! I’ve got two Pokémon,” Rudy shot back.
I clapped a hand to my forehead. “Don’t be stupid, these Rockets are dangerous.”
“How about when the plane lands, we confuse the experiments into attacking the Rockets, and then we run away during the commotion?” Spencer cut in.
“How do we do that—?”
An explosion of lightning erupted from within our circle, knocking the four of us backward into a wall of boxes. I sat up shakily, completely stunned. What on earth had just happened?
Spencer looked about as flustered as I felt. “Okay, what the heck was that?”
I glanced around rapidly, my eyes falling on Rudy, toppled over in a heap with his eyes wide, clutching an opened Pokéball.
“What did you…?” I gasped.
“I didn’t open it, I swear!” he yelled back. “It—it let itself out!”
“Wait, where’s the experiment?!” Spencer cut in frantically.
The three of us whirled around in a panic, all eyes falling on the Pokémon that had appeared behind us. A jagged, lightning bolt-shaped tail twitched. Four paws slowly lifted a small, golden-furred mouse off the floor. It couldn’t be…
“It’s… it’s a Pikachu?” Spencer blurted out, stifling a laugh. “A Pikachu?”
Except something looked… off about it. It was missing the familiar red cheek markings. And the fur on its head was long and stiffly pointed, almost like feathers. And then its eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of piercing, birdlike eyes.
I hesitated. “Guys… I don’t think—”
A burst of sparks shot from the rodent’s body at once! I jumped backward and tripped over a box as a lightning bolt flew dangerously close to where I’d been standing. With a vicious cry, the experiment shot past us in a flash, bolting up to the highest point and sending waves of electricity through the air.
“Let me see that!” I shouted, practically shoving Rudy out of the way so I could get a look at the label on the Pokéball slot.
Experimental Pokémon 009: Hybrid series - Pikachu / Zapdos. Possesses abnormally high power level and untamable disposition. Experiment classified as failure due to undersized power capacity, unstable energy signature, and immunity to standard experiment control procedures.
My face fell with dread. “This thing was mixed with the Legendary Zapdos.”
“What? No way… That is awesome!” Rudy exclaimed.
“Hey, focus! If we don’t stop it, it could end up taking down the plane!”
“Er, right, I’ll put it back in the ball—”
The Pikachu turned sharply and shot a string of lightning at us, shattering the black Pokéball before we could do anything. I gaped in horror—what were we supposed to do now? Firestorm clutched at my leg in fear. Typhlosion leapt in front of us and snarled defensively, its neck blaze flaring to full height.
And then, in the midst of all this, the overhead lights suddenly flipped on, followed by the sound of a metal door creaking open.
“WHAT. THE. EVER. LIVING. HELL?!!”
My stomach sank even lower as I turned to see Tyson standing in the doorway to the cargo hold, his eyes wide with shock.
“Uhh, hey,” Spencer said, waving awkwardly. “Could you leave for a bit? We kind of have a situation here.”
Tyson stared at us in a sort of stupefied rage for several seconds until his eyes slid over to the experimental Pikachu. He clenched his teeth and grabbed one of the black Pokéballs from his belt, opening it. The flash of light took the form of a huge green mantis with armor plating. Blank, pupil-less eyes flared mindlessly from a reptilian face. Wings twitched, ready to strike at any moment. Light glimmered off a pair of scythe-lined forearms that looked sharp enough to cut the air. From its perch atop the mountain of supplies, the Pikachu stared at the Scyther, eyes wide with what looked like anger and dread.
“Thought you’d play with the hybrids, did you?” Tyson asked with a sneer. “Then have fun facing the strongest of them. Kill them, Razors!”
The three of us couldn’t do anything but sit there, frozen in horror as the blade-armed nightmare shot toward us, too fast to even see.
~End Chapter 2~
Why yes, experiment number nine IS a ridiculous concept straight out of DeviantArt, thank you for asking. Please enjoy the fact that this overpowered shockrat with the dumbest possible name (to be revealed later) will be a major character throughout the entire rest of the fic.
You weren't kidding about getting thrown right into the plot!
So, yes. Very fast pacing right at the beginning, isn't it? she got captured, kidnapped, and now in a reversal of fortune, she got rescued all in the same chapter! Unfortunately, since I just met her, all of this perilous movement is hard to get fully invested in since, well, the story just started, and there isn't a whole lot that I really know about, but I suppose that can't be helped. It's a balancing act between a slow start to get invested, or a fast start to get interested, and you went with the latter pretty hardcore. I'll just see if I can get more invested as time goes on. The Charmander is some bonus points, though I'm curious what the little guy's past is. I feel like there's more to it; after all, you don't just see a random Fire starter (haha pun geddit) in the middle of a forest...
Anyway, some quotes on standout thoughts from this chapter -- many of which actually center around how your ultra-fast start may have hindered you a bit.
I feel like you could have done a bit more showing than telling here. I didn't really get a good idea of what the jeeps were like. Were the bouncing haphazardly over the unstable ground that is a forest? It's not like it's a traditional road, right? Or did they have really, really good shock absorbers? Stuff like that.
Okay hold up. A few passages earlier, it was said that the windows were closed. I dunno about you, but shooting a gun in an enclosed area is going to deafen literally everybody in the place, especially if it was built for taking down Pokemon. And they'd also have shattered the windows, or... I dunno, man. In an effort to make the Rockets seem ruthless, none of the repercussions for such a stupid move were explored.
Ahh, and here comes one of my personal gripes with first person -- we saw none of this coming aside from Swift flying off, and due to the pacing, I didn't fully realize how much time had actually passed for this to all be possible. If perspectives had switched to Spencer or something to depict what had happened a little, the pacing might have evened out a little, but as it stands, it all sort of just... happened. Since this is the beginning, it's a bit more okay to get away with it, but I hope this isn't a trend in the future.
Another instance of telling and not showing, I think. I'd be much more interested in some of Jade's thoughts here, etc, than the fact that she's completely floored, which I can already infer.
Quick thing! Ironically, I felt like this part went too slowly! I don't really know how someone can reasonably read all that follows and have a conversation while we have a raging Zapdos-Pikachu mutant on their hands.
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Okay, so, anyway, despite my nitpicks, I actually did enjoy the chapter. I can't complain that things aren't rolling, after all, and one of my concerns from the previous chapter have already been answered -- i.e. that Team Rocket surely would have figured out by now that some sort of rebellion was going on. So, kudos for that. Now to see where the rest of this takes us...
I feel like you could have done a bit more showing than telling here. I didn't really get a good idea of what the jeeps were like. Were the bouncing haphazardly over the unstable ground that is a forest? It's not like it's a traditional road, right? Or did they have really, really good shock absorbers? Stuff like that.
Okay hold up. A few passages earlier, it was said that the windows were closed. I dunno about you, but shooting a gun in an enclosed area is going to deafen literally everybody in the place, especially if it was built for taking down Pokemon. And they'd also have shattered the windows, or... I dunno, man. In an effort to make the Rockets seem ruthless, none of the repercussions for such a stupid move were explored.
See, this is what happens when you revise a chapter that was written in 2004 (even if it's been fixed up since then)--you become blind to certain things. I have read this chapter a billion times, and yet I never realized that the friggin windows were up. xD Needless to say, shooting the window was not my intent.
Ahh, and here comes one of my personal gripes with first person -- we saw none of this coming aside from Swift flying off, and due to the pacing, I didn't fully realize how much time had actually passed for this to all be possible. If perspectives had switched to Spencer or something to depict what had happened a little, the pacing might have evened out a little, but as it stands, it all sort of just... happened. Since this is the beginning, it's a bit more okay to get away with it, but I hope this isn't a trend in the future.
Heh. See, the problem there is that this story lives and breathes by concealing information from its characters. Fully exploring the feeling of having no idea what's coming next and having to roll with it--that's one of my primary reasons for writing the fic, and I can't immerse the reader in that feeling if they know things that Jade does not. That said! Most of the unexpected turns that come after this arc are the sort that get foreshadowing. Spencer showing up is probably the most wtf moment in the whole fic.
However, if the passage of time was unclear, that's a problem, because I did go out of my way to specify that Jade spent a long time in that cell. (And in general, tracking the passage of time in-story is something I'm a tad bit obsessed with.) If that didn't come across, I'll have to further emphasize that.
Another instance of telling and not showing, I think. I'd be much more interested in some of Jade's thoughts here, etc, than the fact that she's completely floored, which I can already infer.
Yep, definitely worth fixing. The early chapters had a lot of that, it goes away later.
In any case, thanks for sticking with it! Only two more chapters in this arc, and then things will get a lot better.
~Chapter 3: Clash of the Experiments~
The Scyther shot toward us, blades outstretched. Time slowed to a crawl. I was frozen, my mind already generating the image of its scythes tearing us apart, and—
A burst of lightning! Razors leapt back to avoid the Pikachu that had dropped suddenly into its path, sparking wildly. For just a moment, the Scyther stared, its eyes perfectly emotionless. Then it lunged, blades flashing. Too late—the electric-type was already out of reach. Another lightning bolt flew, but Razors dodged it effortlessly and darted after the Pikachu, so fast it was practically a blur.
I sat frozen, unable to believe it. The Pikachu was… helping us? Or maybe it just shared the same enemy? Either way, we weren’t dead yet. If the Pikachu managed to beat Razors, we actually had a chance at getting out of here alive.
“Pssst! Over here if you want to keep your head!”
I spun around to see Spencer motioning to me from behind a stack of crates, and I immediately scrambled over to him.
“What should we do?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Er… I was actually hoping you’d have a plan…” he said sheepishly.
Great, so both of us were relying on the other, who was equally clueless.
“Oh, come on!” Rudy exclaimed. “We’re not gonna get anywhere by just hiding!”
Before I could protest, he pulled out a pair of Pokéballs and opened them both to release Ebony and… a Squirtle? Yeah, a Squirtle. Ebony glanced around the cargo hold with wide-eyed curiosity while the Squirtle took one look at the battle and promptly retreated into its shell.
“You should probably take this,” Rudy said, handing me a Pokéball. “I had to put Swift in a ball before sneaking on board. Otherwise, he couldn’t come with.”
I blinked at it. “This is Swift’s Pokéball?”
“Sure is. Now, come on! We’ve got to battle our way out of this!”
I gaped at him. “Are you serious? We’d just end up getting our Pokémon killed! We’ve got to leave this to Spencer, okay?”
Rudy paused, looking half offended and half confused. Like the thought of losing honestly hadn’t occurred to him. Ebony mumbled something in a disappointed tone and then put her nose against his leg reassuringly. Squirtle, on the other hand, just looked relieved.
“Leave what to me?” Spencer asked, like he’d just noticed I mentioned his name. “Oh, right… Typhlosion should be able to get some ranged attacks off, right bud?” he asked. The fire beast nodded, then dropped to all fours and crept forward to get into a position where he could attack from behind cover.
And then, with a sinking feeling, I spotted Firestorm creeping after him, eyes full of conviction. He wasn’t about to join the fight, was he? The Charmander’s tail swished as he prepared to leap. Crap, he was definitely about to. I reached out and grabbed his arm, and he jolted in surprise.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.
Firestorm’s brow furrowed. “*Why not?*” Why not? Couldn’t he see how dangerous it was?
“Look, it’s great that you want to help and all, but…” But he wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t just say that, though. “…They’re too strong. The rest of us wouldn’t stand a chance if we got in their way.”
Firestorm stared up at me for several seconds and then turned away, nodding distantly. Part of me wished I had his conviction. Or Rudy’s. I wasn’t the only useless one here, but I was the only one who had given up on being able to help. The realization burned.
Another blast of lightning. Tyson kept barking orders constantly to Razors. The Scyther slashed away mercilessly, responding instantly to Tyson’s every command with a precision that was almost scary. Still, none of its strikes managed to hit the Pikachu—it was just too fast. At this rate, the fight would come down to who tired out first.
And then a burst of flames shot toward Razors, striking the mantis dead-on. Yes! A direct hit from Typhlosion! No way the Scyther could withstand that.
…But even as I watched, Razors stood up and turned sharply in Typhlosion’s direction, preparing to leap at him.
“Ignore them!” Tyson barked. The Scyther instantly obeyed, darting after the Pikachu once more.
Spencer and Typhlosion exchanged bewildered looks. “Well, crap. I thought that would be, well… super effective.”
“I don’t get it…” I murmured. “How did it shrug off a Flamethrower like that? I thought Scyther were weak to fire.”
“We’re up against freaking hybrids, what did you expect?” Rudy exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Typhlosion let out an indignant huff and peeked around the corner again, looking for another opportunity to strike.
“Afraid to come out of your hidey hole?” Tyson called out to us. “That’s fine by me, Razors isn’t my only experiment!” His words were followed by the sound of two more Pokéballs opening. He was letting out more Pokémon? There was barely enough room for a battle between two Pokémon!
Lightning flew wild. The Pikachu snarled something at Tyson before unleashing a blast of electricity at the other experiments. Seizing the chance, Razors shot forward, blades flashing. Then a burst of flames—Typhlosion launched another Flamethrower! Razors stopped short, forced to swerve, but that left it wide open. The Pikachu turned sharply and fired another bolt of lightning just as Typhlosion followed up with a burst of flames. Fire and lightning collided in a blinding burst with Razors caught right in the middle.
“Scyy!” it cried out pitifully, dropping to the floor.
“We got it!” Spencer cried out, high-fiving Typhlosion. “I was really starting to worry there, y’know?”
Tyson pulled out Razors’s Pokéball and recalled it. He muttered a string of curses, then ordered his other experiments to focus their attention on the Pikachu. His Rhydon didn’t exactly have any space to move, but it was able to act as a shield, spreading its arms wide to protect its trainer. Pikachu hammered away at the rock-type with its tail, which gave a metallic clang with each strike. Rhydon didn’t react at all. Its eyes were creepily blank and soulless, just like the Scyther’s had been. What was the deal with these Pokémon?
“Strong enough to take down my best experiment?” Tyson called out. “You’re more of a nuisance that I gave you credit for.”
“Razors was your best guy? Awesome, that means we’re in charge now,” Spencer said, standing up. “Tell the pilot to land this thing and let us off. And also get us pizza,” he added as an afterthought.
Tyson stared at him, unimpressed. “You think you’re hot stuff just ‘cause you managed to beat one of my experiments with help from a crazy overpowered rat?”
“Nah, Typhlosion is the one made of hot stuff.”
“What the hell are you even doing here?!” Tyson roared. “I don’t have to take this crap from some random-ass kid!”
Spencer’s eyes widened with panic. Then he practically shoved me aside as he dove behind cover right before an earsplitting bang tore the air. Had—had Tyson just—?
“He shot at me?” Spencer blurted out, picking himself up from the floor, completely stunned. “I—I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but… yeah, I wasn’t ready for that.” His eyes flickered to Typhlosion. “Er, make sure you stay out of view, bud,” he added distractedly.
“Fine, keep hiding, it doesn’t matter!” Tyson spat, motioning to one of his Pokémon. “Back there, kill them!”
He couldn’t possibly be expecting Rhydon to get at us with all these supplies in the way, could he? No, Rhydon was staying behind, guarding him. The other experiment, a spiky-furred Raticate, bared its teeth at us and darted forward, too fast to see. Before I could even blink, it had cleared the length of the room before being tackled by Typhlosion, whose fur blazed with flames.
“Backup, backup, definitely time for backup,” Spence muttered quickly, fumbling with his Pokéball belt and opening the first ball he could get his hands on. An Electabuzz appeared in a flash, flexing its arms and letting sparks dance between the prongs on its head.
“I thought you had six Pokémon,” Rudy said, a bit disappointed.
With a weak smile, Spencer replied, “We’d be starting one crazy party if I let out all six of my guys in here. I don’t think the plane could handle it—this battle’s probably dangerous enough as it is.”
He motioned forward, and his two Pokémon got into a defensive position on either side of us, ready to lash out at the experiment if it dared to come close. The Raticate darted in for another attack, but then recoiled backward when faced with Typhlosion’s fireball.
Movement behind us caught my eye. I spun around, heart racing… but it was just Rudy. He’d apparently ducked out from behind cover for just a moment—long enough to grab an open box by the corner and drag it back to our hiding spot.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Well, it was just sitting over there—I’ve been wanting to grab it for the past five minutes or so,” he said, proceeding to dig through its contents while Ebony stuck her nose in the box, sniffing.
Really, couldn’t he ever explain anything? But before I could reply, I noticed the “Technical Machine” stamp on the side of the box. TM discs—each of them designed to teach a different Pokémon move.
“I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines,” Rudy continued, occasionally pulling out a disc and looking it over before throwing it back in the box. “I know my Pokémon wouldn’t stand a chance if they got hit,”—the words sounded painful for him to admit—“but if I use these to give them sweet moves and have them attack from behind cover, they might have a shot.” It… did seem like a good idea. We were completely surrounded by the Rockets’ supplies—why not use that to our advantage?
A wide grin crossed Rudy’s face as he pulled out a blue TM. “Dude, Surf—I gotta teach this to Squirtle,” he said, fumbling with the disc’s case.
“Surf?” I asked incredulously. “What, do you want to flood the plane with us inside it?”
“Fiine, I’ll pick a different one,” Rudy grumbled, tossing it back into the box before digging through the TMs again. “Hey Jade, bet you’ll be excited to see this,” he said, holding up a TM with a glossy red case and the words “Series 5: No.38” written on the front. I blinked, unsure of how I was supposed to respond.
“It’s Fire Blast,” he said, pointing at the label. “Now hurry up and use it on Charmander before I take it and use it on Ebony.”
I took the disc, unable to come up with a reply. It hadn’t occurred to me that this plan was something I could get in on.
Firestorm was staring at me intently. I glanced warily between him and the disc, then shoved it in my pocket. “No way, I still think it’s a bad idea for us to get involved.”
But wasn’t it his choice? If he wanted to throw himself into danger, then who was I to stop him? This was our chance to make a difference. But was I too much of a coward to take it?
In the midst of the ongoing battle, the Pikachu had given up on trying to get at Tyson and was now letting loose strings of lightning at anyone that came too close. Its movements had grown shaky from exhaustion. Sparks shot out of its fur at random. The fire was now all but gone from its eyes, and it almost looked… desperate. The experiment made one last attempt to jump over the Pokémon and blast them all, but came up with nothing but sparks. Then its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed limply off to the side of the cargo bay.
I stared at the fallen Pikachu for a long while. At first, the experiment had seemed like our only hope. Then, more like a violent wild card. And now, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for it, and what it must have gone through to have ended up like this. Raised as a lab experiment and then branded a failure…
Time seemed to stop as I cautiously edged toward the experiment. I couldn’t explain why I was doing it… I just was. Five feet away, an ear twitched, and I flinched. Suddenly, its face snapped toward me, fur standing on end. I stumbled backward, throwing my arms in front of my face. But the hybrid was out of power—nothing came out but sparks. There wasn’t much it could do to me now.
“What’re you doing?” Rudy hissed. “Didn’t you see how crazy that thing is?”
“It’s out of power,” I said defensively. “And it’s not like it’s on Tyson’s side or anything. It’s been fighting against him all this time, so we might be able to—”
“Pikaa’pi,” the Pikachu growled, slowly lifting its upper body from the floor and glowering at me. “Pikapi ‘chuu pi‘piika—”
“Wait, wait, talk slower,” I stammered, unable to translate the Pokéspeech quickly enough.
I honestly didn’t expect it to listen, but it stopped. It actually stopped, and it gave me a skeptical glare before saying, slowly and deliberately, “*I don’t need your pity, human. This is my problem, not yours; stay out of it.*”
“It’s not like we asked to be involved in this,” I replied heatedly. I was just trying to help him… and admittedly hoping that he would help us in return.
Pikachu didn’t reply. In fact, he was now ignoring me in favor of staring at the battle with a pained look on his face. He muttered something under his breath. And then he leaped to his feet and dashed away.
“Wait, come back!” I yelled. But he didn’t stop.
“So… think it’s gonna help us?” Rudy spoke up all of a sudden.
I shrugged. It was the only response I could give. I had no idea what he was planning. The fight was still raging and he was out of electricity, so I wasn’t sure what else he could do.
Crack!
The noise had come from the front of the cargo hold. I couldn’t help it—I peeked over the boxes. Pikachu was standing atop a wall of crates, panting hard, his tail glowing. He leaped at the wall and smashed his tail into the window. Cracks spread across the surface.
Tyson spun around. “Number nine, what the hell are you—?” His face went pale. “Stop that thing, now!” he yelled, and his Rhydon lunged forward, smashing through a wall of boxes and slamming a heavy fist into Pikachu. I flinched as the mouse’s body flew through the air, landing in a crumpled heap.
“Goddamn it, number nine, either you’ve got a death wish or you really are stupid enough to think you can escape by jumping out the window,” Tyson spat, still pale.
Pikachu slowly picked himself up from the floor, face screwed up with pain. He stared downward for a few moments before nodding to himself, like he’d just decided something. Then he took off running.
I didn’t get it. Had he… wanted to put a hole in the plane? But that would let all the air out, and…
Tyson spun around to stare at us in horror, like he’d just made the same realization. “Stop that thing now or we’re all dead!!”
Pikachu shot past me towards the back of the jet. Without thinking, I bolted after him, not even sure what was driving my legs forward.
“No, please don’t!” I yelled, unsure of what else to do.
He paused suddenly. No way—he had actually listened to me? It was only for a second. Then he shot toward Spencer’s Electabuzz.
“What is he—?” I gasped.
“Electabuzz, stop him!” Spencer called out in confusion.
The electric-type threw up its arms and unleashed a blast of lightning. Pikachu didn’t even attempt to dodge—the attack struck, and he cried out in pain, tail raised high. But he just stood there, taking the attack. Almost like it was what he’d wanted. Electabuzz glanced back at Spencer in confusion before ending the blast. The rest of the electricity flowed into the hybrid’s body, and his eyes snapped open with a newfound fire.
“Did… did he just absorb the lightning?” I muttered, stunned. No one answered. None of us knew what to do now. Tyson’s Raticate shot past us in a blur, but even with its speed, it wouldn’t catch up in time. Pikachu glanced back at me with… almost an apologetic look. Then he turned away and fired all his power at the wall before collapsing.
Everything happened too fast to process. First lightning, then an explosion ripping through the back of the plane. Air rushed out, pulling me toward the hole. My arms flailed in a panic, grasping at the ropes around the boxes closest to me. Then the sound of a Pokéball opening, followed by a high-pitched beam, and the airflow suddenly stopped.
It was all over within a few seconds. I lay there in a daze, breathing hard and taking a few seconds to realize that I could still breathe. Then I whirled around to see that the hole was completely sealed with glittering ice crystals. How…?
A Dewgong sat next to Spencer, exhaling frosty air. Spencer collapsed against the Pokémon’s side, letting out a huge sigh of relief.
I stared openmouthed. “That… that was quick thinking.”
“Yeah? It happens sometimes,” Spencer said, rubbing the back of his head before patting the ice-type. “Nice one,” he said.
Except… the hole may have been sealed, but that wasn’t the only damage that had been done. Through the window, I could see black smoke billowing from a ruined tail engine. Were we losing altitude? Were we going to crash?
Tyson was having a furious back-and-forth over his communicator with someone. “It’s not my goddamn fault, it was number nine!” He listened to the response with a look of building rage before roaring back, “I’ve been trying to!” and shutting the device off.
Then his eyes fell on us. “This is all your fault,” he snarled, reaching for his belt.
The horrible truth hit me—after all the commotion, we weren’t behind cover anymore. Tyson had just grabbed his gun, he had a clear shot, but Spencer didn’t look concerned? Why not?!
And then all I could do was stare dumbfounded as Typhlosion leapt from nowhere and grabbed Tyson in a bear hug, knocking the gun aside.
“What,” I said stupidly.
“Hey, that worked even better than I expected,” Spencer said, giving a massive sigh of relief. “It’s always great when that happens, y’know?”
I stared. “How… how did you…?”
“Well, I knew we’d never get anywhere with him having a gun and all, so with all the Pikachu chaos, I told Typhlosion to hide and take him down the first chance he got,”
I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was too shocked by how much the tables had turned in our favor with just that one move.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?!” Tyson raged, struggling against Typhlosion’s hold.
“I think we’re dealing with someone I just beat,” Spencer said. “You should probably recall your Pokémon now; it’ll make things easier.”
Typhlosion flexed his claws threateningly to emphasize the point, letting waves of heat shimmer around them. Tyson’s Pokémon were standing still, blankly awaiting orders. Almost like they couldn’t think for themselves. Clenching his teeth, Tyson managed to unclip two Pokéballs from his belt and recall his Pokémon
“So, how about you tell us if there’s any chance we can land this thing,” Spencer said simply.
Tyson glared. At first it seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything. But after several seconds, he finally replied, his words extremely slow like it was painful just talking to us. “With a missing engine, we probably won’t reach the base we were supposed to land at.”
“Eh, well, the Rocket base didn’t sound fun. Anyways, you should probably figure out if we can land it anywhere else.”
I know I would have flinched if I’d been at the receiving end of the venomous glare that followed. But still… Tyson must have realized that his only chance at survival meant saving us as well. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I need to check with the pilots, but… if we use the GPS to see if there’s a big enough clearing ahead of us, we might have a chance of making a rough landing.”
“Alright, sounds like you’ve got it under control. Typhlosion, you be his copilot, m’kay?” Despite Spencer’s bright tone, Typhlosion understood the serious intent behind the request, and released his hold, still keeping a menacing eye on Tyson.
Tyson glowered at the fire beast, but there was nothing he could do. He pulled out his communicator and growled something at whoever was on the other end, most likely the pilots.
“And that’s that,” Spencer said rather matter-of-factly, walking back to me and Rudy.
At first, all I could do was stare openmouthed. A wave of laughter suddenly overtook me from sheer relief. “That’s it, then. We’ll be miles away from any other Rockets when we land—there’ll be nothing stopping us from getting out of here.” The shock was wearing off and my body felt lighter with each passing moment. I couldn’t believe it, but we’d won. Well, Spencer had, anyway.
“See, Jade?” Rudy said, elbowing me lightly in the ribs. “Told you we’d be able to get out of this.”
I couldn’t help laughing again. “You never had to see what the Rockets could really do… but I’m glad.”
Still a bit lightheaded, I sank back against a wall of boxes, infinitely glad for a chance to breathe. The adrenaline slowly died down as that crushing feeling of certain death finally vanished. We were going to make it. Now the only problem was figuring out what to do once we landed.
Eh, I’d worry about it when the time came.
I felt warmth by my side; Firestorm had plopped down next to me, looking a bit tired.
“You holding out okay?” I asked.
He nodded. Though I couldn’t figure out why he’d been glued to me throughout the whole ordeal, in an odd way it felt… reassuring. And then it hit me—Swift was here too. I grabbed his Pokéball from my pocket, and with a flash of light, the Pidgey appeared, ruffling his feathers.
“It’s so good to see you,” I said, holding out my arm. He immediately fluttered up to my shoulder and sat there with his feathers fluffed out. It was a familiar, comforting warmth, having him there.
It struck me that I should probably say something. “Uh… Swift, this is Firestorm. Firestorm, Swift.” Lame, but I was never very good at introductions.
Despite my failure at figuring out how to start a normal conversation, Firestorm took it upon himself to start one. “*How did you get involved in this?*”
I laughed slightly. “Wrong place at the wrong time. Just like you, I guess.”
He nodded. “*I’ve had lots of that.*”
I wanted to ask him what he’d gone through before I found him, but I couldn’t think of a delicate way to ask. After a while, I settled on, “Did… did you even see what caused the fire?”
He hesitated a bit before answering slowly. “*The others all ran away. Some of them were shouting about the Great Fire Beast. I never saw it, though.*”
I stared downward, images from the incident burned into my memory. It still felt bizarre and unreal. “That fire was caused by humans trying to catch Entei. I actually saw it happen, but I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Firestorm looked a bit puzzled at first. “*Catch? Humans can… catch Legendaries? Just like Pokémon?*”
To be honest, it was not something that had really crossed my mind before, either. The Legendaries had always felt just… on a level above Pokémon or humans. Sure, every school-age kid in the world dreamed of partnering with one, but legends didn’t need partners. They were already strong enough to beat any foe. And yet… Entei had been taken by force. And it would probably happen again, unless…
“You know… I met someone who was trying to stop it. He couldn’t do it on his own, but he was trying to get people to help him,” I said, more thinking aloud than actually hoping for a response.
A voice chirped, catching me off guard. I had been so focused on the Charmander that hearing a different form of Pokéspeech was a bit disorienting. I turned toward Swift and was met with a very intent look. Then my brain finished processing that he’d asked if I was going to help.
“I… hadn’t really considered his offer until now,” I said weakly. “I mean… what could someone like me do to help?”
“*Legendaries shouldn’t be captured,*” the Pidgey replied. I couldn’t help feeling surprised by how firmly he’d said it. Swift rarely talked at all, and I never would have described him as forceful.
I couldn’t think of anything to say in response, so I just found myself looking away sheepishly. The lull in the conversation suddenly made me aware that I could feel the plane descending more rapidly now. Rudy didn’t seem to have noticed it—he’d gone back to digging through the TM box with Ebony. Spencer was chatting away at his Electabuzz and Dewgong.
Swift perked up slightly, like something was about to happen. I was about to ask what was wrong when it happened. First a rumbling impact that shook the whole plane, followed by a sharp slowdown that sent me flying headlong into the side of a crate. I clutched onto it instinctively and screwed my eyes shut as loose items smacked into my back. The air was filled with rumbling, shouting, and the frantic cries of more Pokémon than I could count. Claws gripped my shoulder and I cracked an eye to see Firestorm grabbing hold and refusing to let go.
Finally, after what felt like ages, the plane grinded to a halt. I would have sunk to the floor in relief if I hadn’t already been on the floor.
“What the heck was that?!” Rudy yelled, shoving a crate aside and standing to his feet.
“He wanted us to land the plane. It’s landed,” Tyson replied coldly, a smug edge to his voice. He was now leaning against the doorway to the cargo hold. Typhlosion stood firmly next to him, fixing him with a suspicious glare, but Tyson didn’t seem to care anymore.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t think I’ll be flying Rocket Airlines again anytime soon. I say we get out of here now, and worry about spamming them with bad reviews later,” Spencer said, walking over.
“Where is here, exactly?” I said, glancing around for a window. I spotted one on the far end of the hangar and started walking toward it, but Rudy beat me there. It looked like we had crash-landed on the edge of a forest, right alongside a rocky outcropping.
“Alright, so… for starters, how do we get out of the plane?” I asked.
“We could try melting through the ice,” Spencer said, jerking a thumb toward the hole in the back of the plane. “I’ve got two fire-types, so—”
“You have another fire-type?” Rudy said, looking shocked. “Why didn’t you use it earlier?”
“I didn’t need to?” Spencer said, shrugging as he recalled Electabuzz and opened a different Pokéball. The flash of light took the form of a huge striped firedog—taller than any of us. The Arcanine tossed its head with a proud look upon noticing the attention, ruffling its thick, fluffy mane.
“No way…” Rudy breathed, staring at the firedog in awe. “Maybe I should’ve tried to convince Chloe to come with…”
“Come on, let’s get outta here,” Spencer said cheerfully, motioning to his Arcanine.
“What are you doing?!” Tyson demanded all of a sudden.
“Getting out of here. Why, do you like having us around?” Spencer asked tauntingly.
Tyson clenched his teeth. “You idiots don’t even know where we are. What are you supposed to do, wander around the forest?”
I raised an eyebrow. What was he trying to accomplish… getting us to stay here? How on earth would that help him, given his situation?
Even weirder was the fact that until we had tried to leave, Tyson had seemed weirdly okay with everything that was going on. Earlier he’d been trying his hardest not to explode with rage. Now he just seemed… impatient.
“You guys?” I said, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Anyone else think it’s weird that Tyson’s not pissed at us anymore?”
“Maybe he found his anger meds?” Spencer said with a weak grin. Rudy and I glanced at each other, then back at Spencer, unimpressed.
“Yeah, okay, that was stupid,” he said, putting a hand to his forehead. “Anyways, think he’s planning something?”
I couldn’t really tell. He wasn’t really doing anything, although every so often he’d glance down at the small red and black handheld that he’d been using as a GPS.
Wait… his GPS.
“Oh crap, that’s not a phone, is it?” I said, my mouth dropping.
Spencer and Rudy looked up at him immediately. Tyson must have noticed that we were staring at him because he said, “It’s a GPS, idiots,” before going back to fiddling with the buttons.
“Hey Typhlosion, I really need to have what he’s holding. Like, right now,” Spencer called out.
“Oh, come on!” Tyson roared before being promptly tackled by the fire beast. After a few seconds of struggle, Typhlosion tossed the black device to Spencer, who caught it.
“Give that the hell back, what do you need it for?!” Tyson raged at us from under Typhlosion’s hold.
“I just really love GPSs,” Spencer replied as he pressed a button on the device, which had the letters “R-com” inscribed on the front. Both Rudy and I leaned in to get a look at the screen. A half-finished text message read, “Landed on schedule. Requesting your current location and—”
“What,” I said flatly, staring at the message. “Don’t tell me…”
Spencer flipped through the previous messages in the conversation. “Team dispatched. ETA 1815.” “Coordinates sent. Crash time approx. 1810.”
All three of us looked up at each other incredulously. I glanced over at Tyson to see an incredibly smug grin. “I was able to call for backup as soon as I figured out where we’d land,” he said. “Since we were both converging on the same spot, I bet they’ll be here any second.”
It felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. For several seconds, no one said anything. There wasn’t anything to say. I could already feel a hole in my stomach from dread. We had been in the clear. We were going to make it. And then this.
“Actually!” Spencer exclaimed suddenly. “I just remembered I have somewhere very important to be, so y’know, I’m just gonna have to take a rain check on the whole battling Rockets to the death thing, so sorry I can’t make it, very urgent, hope you’ll understand, hey guys you’re invited too, let’s go now, Arcanine!”
On that last word, Arcanine barked out a blazing Flamethrower, instantly bursting clean through the ice at the back of the plane and filling the cargo hold with steam.
“Alright, get on board everyone, or we’ll be late for our date with getting-the-frick-out-of-here!” Spencer exclaimed. Rudy nodded sharply, recalling his Pokémon and jumping up onto the firedog’s back. I motioned for Swift to follow us in the air before glancing around my feet and seeing Firestorm standing there, looking wary. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the experimental Pikachu’s limp form, still unconscious from destroying the plane’s engines earlier.
It was more of an impulse than anything. I dashed over, snatched the Pikachu with my right arm before scooping up Firestorm under my left and throwing a leg over the Arcanine’s back. I glanced back at Spencer, who motioned to Typhlosion, who threw Tyson into a pile of boxes and hurriedly dashed forward on all fours, pausing just long enough for Spencer to leap onto its back. That was all I saw before Arcanine sprung through the hole in the ice, landing nimbly on the plane’s tail fin before bounding down to the ground.
And then the screeching of tires and what sounded like gunfire tore the air. Spencer shouted something as he and Typhlosion jumped through the ice hole, and then I was nearly thrown off as the firedog bolted forward with an insane rush of speed, apparently trying to avoid something. More yelling, more gunshots. Trees flew by as Arcanine dashed up the side of the rocky ledges alongside the crash site, finally ducking down behind a large boulder, followed by Typhlosion.
I slid down from Arcanine’s back, feeling slightly dizzy as I set Firestorm and Pikachu on the ground. “What… what is going on,” I gasped, still disoriented.
“The Rockets were on the other side of the jet,” Spencer managed. “They tried firing at us; couldn’t really get a clear shot, though.”
“What do we do now?!” I panicked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t think they’d be here already!” Spencer exclaimed. “We could just try making a break for it?”
“Can your Pokémon outrun jeeps?” Rudy asked, sounding honestly optimistic about it.
“I don’t know—maybe over a short distance?”
At that moment, the jeeps pulled up and skidded to a stop on our side of the jet, throwing dust into the air. I peeked around the ledge to see one of the Rockets jump out in one smooth motion and proceed to look over the damage done to the plane.
“You know, Tyson, when you said the transport jet was going to crash, I never would’ve guessed it was because of some random stowaway kids and a prisoner you were supposed to bring to me,” she said icily. Was she the executive I was supposed to be interrogated by?
“I—but—don’t go blaming this on me,” Tyson called out. I glanced up to see him now standing on the tail fin, looking bruised and battered. “And why didn’t you bring more backup?! Just a bunch of grunts?” He sounded on the verge of losing it.
“Cleaning up after the mess you made of the jet sounds like grunt work to me,” she replied lazily. “That leaves me stuck taking care of the idiot kids.”
“They’re not just kids,” Tyson said defensively. “One of them has Pokémon that are a match for my experi—”
“Tyson, your experiments were never all that amazing anyway,” she cut in, waving a hand dismissively. “I don’t even know why you still bother training them after all the progress that your division’s made on number thirty-six.”
“Better than using regular Pokémon,” Tyson shot back. “And I think you’re forgetting that it’s what I was assigned to do. Of course, you wouldn’t know what that’s like because the second you joined, you were—”
“Still going on with that crap about how I was always an executive, is that it?” she replied icily. “I think you should watch what you say there Tyson, unless you feel secure enough in your position to pick fights with me.” Tyson flinched and didn’t say anything more.
I really had no idea what they were talking about. Especially confusing was the fact that the executive didn’t sound much older than eighteen. Could someone so young be ranked that highly on Team Rocket?
“Anyway, if you’re done whining, time for me to fix this mess,” the executive said, turning and walking toward us, her heavy combat boots kicking up dirt. That was when we got our first real look at her. She had a tough build with a hardened and mature look about her, which almost made me forget that she was probably younger than most of the other Rockets there. The way she carried herself just oozed confidence. Somehow, I couldn’t help getting the feeling that fighting her would be a very, very bad idea.
“Spencer, uh… we need a plan. Like now,” I muttered, my voice shaking.
“Gimme a sec. At least they can’t shoot us while we’re back here, right?”
I heard the sound of several Pokéballs opening and looked back at the Rocket to see—“Oh crap, here they come!”
Spencer’s eyes went wide with panic as he motioned for his two fire-types to get on our other side so they could attack from behind the rocks. A fierce howl filled the air—it sounded like an Arcanine, but it wasn’t Spencer’s.
I edged around the corner just enough to see another striped firedog, this one flashing a horrifyingly vicious snarl at us. Typhlosion and Arcanine recoiled slightly, losing some of the tension in their stances.
“Crap, gonna hit us with Intimidate, is that it?” Spencer mumbled through gritted teeth. “Time for ranged moves, then. Both of you, Flamethrower!”
Twin streams of fire flew down the hill, striking the other Arcanine head-on. It snarled as it weathered the assault, wincing despite its fire resistance. But then a tan horse jumped in front of the blaze, scattering the flames as its whole body glowed with a fiery sheen. It didn’t even seem to notice that it was being hit. In fact, its fiery mane and tail only intensified.
“Did that just make it stronger? Oh crap, it must have Flash Fire. Typhlosion, stop the Flamethrower and use Dig! Arcanine—” Spencer’s face suddenly lit up like he’d just made the best realization of his life. “Dude, I’ve got it! Typhlosion, quick—use Flamethrower on Arcanine!!”
Typhlosion paused its digging just long enough to spit out a fireball before disappearing underground. Arcanine’s coat glowed red as the flames seeped into its fur, empowering it.
“Her Arcanine might have Intimidate, but mine’s got Flash Fire!” Spencer exclaimed, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Now for reinforcements,” he said, opening the rest of his Pokéballs. “Electabuzz, hold them back with nonstop Thunderbolts! Dewgong, Brine; Pidgeot, Air Slash; Mightyena, Dark Pulse!”
All of his Pokémon got into position upon hearing the commands, Arcanine already throwing a scarily bright Fire Blast into the fray. But then my eyes lit up when I registered that he had just let out a Pidgeot.
“Wait! You have a Pidgeot! Can’t we just fly out of here?!” I exclaimed, jabbing a finger toward the huge eagle taking wing.
Spencer paused, smiling weakly. “It’s cool that you think he’s that hardcore, but… yeah, no way can he pull off carrying all three of us.”
“Crap…” I muttered. “Okay, how about one person rides off on Pidgeot while the others stay here protected by the rest of your team, and then Pidgeot comes back to get the others?”
“I… guess that could work?” Spencer said, rubbing the back of his head.
But then a sudden flash of light blinded me as an earsplitting crack tore the air. I ducked my head and screwed my eyes shut, but the last thing I’d seen was a giant lightning bolt flying overhead. A pitiful cry rang out, followed by the dull thud of something hitting the ground. I dared to open my eyes a crack, and then I saw it. Pidgeot, lying in a crumpled heap, feathers scorched black. Taken down with a single bolt. At the bottom of the hill, a Raichu stood, clearly smirking, with sparks still leaping from its cheeks. It swished its long, inky tail before dashing into the fray.
Spencer was staring wide-eyed at his fallen Pokémon, mouth agape. Slowly, he reached a trembling hand to his Pokéball belt and recalled Pidgeot in a beam of red. In that one moment, the real weight of the situation crashed down on us. It had seemed like we had a fighting chance to get out of here, but… we really didn’t, did we?
“Yeah, that would have been us if we’d tried flying away,” Rudy pointed out. No one said anything as the implications of his words sunk in.
And now, chapter 3! The pace just keeps going at full speed, doesn't it? Overall, I thought that this was a very exciting battle sequence sprinkled with (a bit odd at times) moments of levity and idle conversation. I wasn't really sure what sort of tone you were going for with some of those scenes, but more on that later. First, some standout quotes:
Oh. I mean... yeah. Why don't they just do this from the beginning, anyway? The power dynamics between magical monsters and a freaking gun is still a bit murky here, in addition to the general durability of humans in this world. Still, it's only chapter 3. Lots of time to fully establish that.
I felt like this line of dialogue was a bit delayed -- there was a bit of banter beforehand and Tyson kinda just... paused in time for a second, in a way.
Ahhhh I don't like this line. Show don't tell; maybe show a bit of how the other grunts seemed intimidated by her, or perhaps that her stare was intense, or maybe even just a pressure in her aura? Anything but this.
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Anyway! This is an incredibly fast-paced chapter, but there's one thing that has been bothering me for a while regarding it and the past chapter. Everything is really fast, and characters are rapidly being introduced, but ironically the most character explanation that I've seen so far is from... Firestorm. Or maybe I'm just Charmander-sensitive. But my point is -- we've jumped into the action, and stayed in the action for so long, that I can't actually get a feel for who the characters are beyond their species and perhaps skill level. I know more about Tyson than I do about Rudy at this point. I'm hoping for a moment of calm soon so I can actually... get to know them more? I don't know. But right now, it's so rushed that I can't.
Oh. I mean... yeah. Why don't they just do this from the beginning, anyway? The power dynamics between magical monsters and a freaking gun is still a bit murky here, in addition to the general durability of humans in this world.
So the Serebii thread is full of me complaining about just how hard this chapter was to choreograph on account of Tyson having a gun, but the abridged version of it is that I had to bend over backwards to make this bit the first moment in the chapter where Tyson actually had a clear shot at any of them. ^^;
Ok you're not the only one who thought that, but he totally wasn't supposed to be in the cockpit! xD He jumped Tyson after Tyson re-entered the cargo hold.
I felt like this line of dialogue was a bit delayed -- there was a bit of banter beforehand and Tyson kinda just... paused in time for a second, in a way.
Ahhhh I don't like this line. Show don't tell; maybe show a bit of how the other grunts seemed intimidated by her, or perhaps that her stare was intense, or maybe even just a pressure in her aura? Anything but this.
While I’m not married to that line and have no qualms with changing it (I quite like that aura suggestion), I do want to point out that the narration should be taken as Jade’s subjective opinion. There is no narrator feeding us objective truths and expecting us to take it as fact (which obviously should be supported by evidence). It’s all her subjective experiences, sometimes based on nothing more than gut instinct.
Anyway! This is an incredibly fast-paced chapter, but there's one thing that has been bothering me for a while regarding it and the past chapter. Everything is really fast, and characters are rapidly being introduced, but ironically the most character explanation that I've seen so far is from... Firestorm. Or maybe I'm just Charmander-sensitive. But my point is -- we've jumped into the action, and stayed in the action for so long, that I can't actually get a feel for who the characters are beyond their species and perhaps skill level. I know more about Tyson than I do about Rudy at this point. I'm hoping for a moment of calm soon so I can actually... get to know them more? I don't know. But right now, it's so rushed that I can't.
Huh! It's interesting you say that, because last chapter really didn't have much action at all. The battle pretty much started in this chapter, and only runs through the next chapter. But I should warn you that this is an action fic, and my primary way of developing character is showing how they react to the crap that gets thrown at them. I don't think there's ever more than two action chapters in a row though (at least not until the hell that I'm currently writing, haha.)
Anyway, thanks for the review! It's really interesting to get perspectives from such a different era of fanfiction. I'm also glad I don't have to write an essay justifying why there's a Charmander in this fic (god you have no idea how big of a turnoff the fandom used to consider that.)
~Chapter 4: Ace from the Past~
I couldn’t do anything but stare at the raging battle, all hope dying rapidly. Really the only advantage we had was our defensive position, hidden from view with the Rockets out in the open. That was the only thing stopping them from crushing Spencer’s team and then killing the rest of us effortlessly.
The battlefield was a raging inferno. A shimmering Light Screen shielded our side from the worst of it, but the heat was still overwhelming. Even from where I stood, sweat dripped down my face constantly. Electabuzz was doing its best to paralyze the enemy, but it constantly had to retreat behind the rocks to avoid the blazing flames. Mightyena’s soot-gray fur was charred black; its moves were sluggish, limbs shaking with burns. Arcanine darted around too fast to see, soaking up as many fire attacks as it could, but taking plenty of other hits in the process, and the firedog was already looking worn. Dewgong kept the fires at bay with constant bursts of water fired into the air and crashing down on the opposition. That was probably the only keeping the enemy Rapidash from getting close enough to attack us.
The executive watched the battle with an almost detached look. Of course she didn’t have to focus. She knew she was going to win.
A small bit of movement near my feet caught my eye, and I looked down to see the experimental Pikachu twitching slightly. I had almost forgotten that I brought him with us—now I wasn’t quite sure if it had been a good idea or not. He pulled his limbs underneath his body and attempted to raise himself from the ground, but couldn’t stop trembling with exhaustion.
“You… you probably should save your strength,” I said hesitantly.
Pikachu jerked his head toward me, looking disoriented. Like he instinctively wanted to lash out, but couldn’t figure out how or why. After a few seconds, the experiment turned sharply toward the battlefield. Strings of electricity coursed through his feathers, slowly intensifying until, without warning, the hybrid collapsed face-down, muttering incoherently to himself.
I slowly let out a breath, a bit relieved. It was weird—I didn’t want to risk Pikachu snapping and attacking one of us, but at the same time… I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was our best chance at getting out of here.
At some point Rudy had let out Squirtle and was now fervently relaying instructions. The water-type nodded warily and took a few careful, timid steps out from behind cover. Then, upon seeing that he hadn’t become an immediate target, he inhaled deeply and spat a lopsided ring of water across the battlefield. The attack splashed into the executive’s Rapidash, who shook it off, looking more annoyed than hurt.
Rudy folded his arms. “Huh, that kinda sucked. Try it again—Water Pulse!”
Of course—he’d been teaching his Squirtle all kinds of moves while we were on the plane. I immediately reached into my pocket and grabbed the Fire Blast TM that Rudy had given me, running a finger over the glossy case that enclosed the red disc inside. Any little bit could help turn the tide of the battle in our favor… I had to use it.
“Firestorm, can I ask you something?”
The Charmander turned from where he’d been watching the battle with rapt attention. I held out the TM, pausing to find the right words.
“It’s a Technical Machine,” I explained. “Spencer’s Pokémon can’t handle this alone—if we’re gonna get out of this, we need to help too.”
(We? What could I do to help? Nothing, that was just it. I wasn’t even his trainer.)
I forced the thought from my head and went on, “This thing will teach you how to use one of the strongest fire attacks there is. Would you be willing to learn it to help us fight them?”
Firestorm nodded almost immediately. Did he realize what he was agreeing to? How dangerous it was? (But what choice did we have, really?)
Swift watched with curious interest as I held the disc a few inches above Firestorm’s forehead, flipped a small switch on its side to unlock it, and pressed the largest button. The disc glowed for a few seconds and began spinning—giving off some sort of wave, from what little I knew about TMs. Firestorm froze, looking like he’d been seized by some invisible force. Different parts of his body began to glow faintly. After nearly a minute, the disc slowed, and I pulled it away.
“How do you feel?” I asked, stepping back a bit so he could get into position.
The Charmander didn’t move. He still looked a bit dazed, like he was stuck in a trance that he couldn’t pull himself out of.
“…Firestorm?” I asked slowly, a bit puzzled. I’d never actually seen a Pokémon’s reaction to a TM, so I had no idea if this was normal. I took one hesitant step towards him.
And then his gaze sharpened instantly. Shimmering waves of heat began to leak from the Charmander’s mouth, like he couldn’t hold it back. That was the only warning before his mouth snapped open and a column of flames poured out, sending his small figure reeling backwards from the force. So much fire that it almost looked ridiculous coming from him.
“Good, good!” I called out, shielding my face from the heat. “Now aim it at the Rockets’ Pokémon!”
Firestorm furrowed his brow, looking a bit strained. With effort, he tilted his head downward, but that just caused the flame to spiral out of control, splitting into five branches that twisted wildly in different directions. The lizard’s eyes went wide, and he tried to force his mouth shut, but the flames kept pouring out relentlessly. My face fell with dread. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Did you teach the Charmander Fire Blast?!” Spencer exclaimed, running over to me.
“Err, yeah?” I replied, a sinking feeling growing inside me.
He clapped a hand to his forehead. “Aw crap, I should’ve warned you—pretty much everyone tries it at some point. Arcanine, block the flames!”
The firedog let out a bark and leaped right into the center of the blast, cutting off the torrent of flames and preventing it from streaming all over the place. Its fur glowed red with heat, but otherwise the Arcanine was unaffected. The whole attack probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like ages. Finally, the stream of fire began to wane. Firestorm sank to the ground, coughing and sputtering, brightly glowing flares still dripping from his tiny fangs.
“Using a TM just gives a Pokémon the ability to do the move. They’re not suddenly gonna be an expert at it without any practice. That goes double for the uber ones that’re hard to control,” Spencer explained while directing his Pokémon back into battle position.
I felt like shrinking into a corner somewhere. What had seemed like the only way I could help had backfired completely. I glanced down at the TM case, now noticing the label along the bottom corner that read “Rating: 120 (Highly Advanced).”
“I… I’m sorry—I didn’t know…” I mumbled.
“It’s okay,” he cut in, trying to sound optimistic. “Arcanine blocked it from hitting the rest of my team. We’re still behind, but I’m not counting us out just—”
A sudden blinding flash forced us to shield our eyes. Squinting through my fingers, I barely managed to make out a raging ball of red energy right before it plowed into the unsuspecting form of Spencer’s Arcanine. Brilliant orange shock waves radiated out from the impact, digging deep into the firedog’s body. With a garbled cry, Arcanine’s powerful frame collapsed like a ragdoll.
“I… what? W-what the heck was that?” I stammered.
Spencer was frozen, unable to process what had just happened as he numbly reached for a Pokéball to recall his fallen Pokémon. Now visible in the middle of the battlefield was a stout crimson fox, panting hard as steam leaked from its body. Was… was it the one who had just done that?
“No. No, no, no, whyyy? That’s not fair, I didn’t even see that she had a Flareon out,” Spencer said, his words strained. He pulled out his Pokédex and pointed it at the fire-type, smacking his forehead upon reading something. “Superpower. Really? It used Superpower? Can I just forfeit now or get a handicap or something??”
No one said anything. With Arcanine down, the executive’s Pokémon were now free to throw as much fire around as they wanted. Not even Dewgong’s water could a dent in it now—the ice seal cried out in pain, constantly bombarded with flames.
“I’m… I’m out of ideas,” Spencer said. “Any time you two want to reveal that you’ve secretly been ace trainers all along, I’d love to hear it.”
I looked miserably down at Firestorm. The fire lizard was still panting badly with embers dripping from his mouth. Swift sat next to him with feathers fluffed out, probably trying to comfort him.
“I don’t know what to do.” Just saying it made my blood run cold.
“Stop talking like that, you guys—we can’t lose!” Rudy cried, but even his voice was starting to break. Squirtle was panting hard, tired out from attempting Water Pulse so many times.
We all stared at each other hopelessly as the flames raged on in the background. What else could we do? Already my brain was trying to grasp at ways that we could convince the executive to let us go, all of them equally stupid. There had to be some way out of this. There just had to.
And then without warning, a high-pitched screech tore the air. I glanced upward right as a piercing neon beam shot down from the sky, aimed straight at the Rockets’ Pokémon. It struck them with a blinding flash of light, sending shock waves running through the earth.
“H-hyper Beam?” I stammered, my knees shaking from the beam’s not-so-distant impact. I turned my gaze skyward, where I could barely make out something approaching us with terrifying speed. Leathery wings; long, spaded tail—it was an Aerodactyl. And as it neared, I could see that it had a rider.
“Hey, Jade!” the rider yelled.
I jolted in surprise. They weren’t clearly visible yet, but I could never, ever forget that voice.
“It can’t be…” I muttered.
When the winged Pokémon got within view, I could finally make out a petite teenaged girl riding on its back—fair-skinned with a bright, confident face and short, black hair blowing in the wind.
It really was her.
“No way… Ajia?!” I yelled.
Ajia was here. How? Why? It didn’t make any sense. But I had no doubt that the approaching trainer was my old friend, even though I hadn’t seen her in so long. The only thing I could do was raise a hand and wave, still in shock. Grinning slightly, Ajia waved back from atop the pterosaur.
“Who invited you here?!” Tyson shouted.
“Shut up, I’m the one handling this,” the Rocket executive said, looking rather intrigued by the new arrival.
Raichu fired a bolt of lightning into the air, but Aerodactyl easily dodged it, swooping down to land behind the rocky ledge that we’d been using as cover. After unclipping herself from the Pokémon’s flight harness, she slid down from its back, now standing next to me at about shoulder height.
“What’s wrong, Jade? I thought you’d be happier to see me,” she said, laughing and elbowing me lightly in the ribs.
That broke me out of my trance. Still, I felt more than a little overwhelmed as I struggled to find my words. “You… how—how are you here? I haven’t seen you in… over a year, at least. Not since you left to train in Johto.”
“I wanted to visit Viridian sooner, but I got caught up with things. And from the looks of it, so did you…” Her voice trailed off as she looked over the bizarre setting, from the mangled jet plane to the crowd of jeeps, the executive still glowering at us, and the hybrid Pikachu lying a few feet from me. The look she gave me next made me suddenly aware of the fact that I was still covered in soot. “…How did you even get involved in this mess?” she asked, rubbing the back of her head.
I put a hand to my forehead. “I don’t even know anymore.”
“Hi, guys. I love reunions, and the best way to bond at a reunion is to beat the crap out of the people that want to kill us with awesome top-class Pokémon that you totally have, am-I-right?” Spencer cut in rapidly with an overly hopeful look on his face.
“That’s why I’m here,” she said simply, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” Spencer looked ready to collapse from relief.
Ajia turned sharply to face the battlefield with an expression that had shifted into intense focus. Spencer had just recalled his battered Dewgong into its ball, which left only Electabuzz and Typhlosion remaining in the fight—the former still desperately holding the opponents back with lightning, and the latter avoiding blows by popping in and out of the ground and striking unexpectedly. The bottom of the hill was scarred from the Hyper Beam, but none of the Rocket’s Pokémon had fallen.
“She probably had Raichu put up a Light Screen at the last second—at least, I wouldn’t expect anything less from her,” Ajia muttered to herself. Her hands moved animatedly as she took stock of the Rocket’s lineup before coming to a decision. “Raichu has to go down first—Pichu, you’re up!”
She swung her bag down from her shoulder, and a small, pale-yellow mouse leaped out, instantly dashing into the fray. The very same Pichu she left Viridian with on that day nearly four years ago.
“She still hasn’t evolved?” I asked, watching the nimble mouse skillfully ducking under her opponents and zapping them with small jolts of electricity.
“She didn’t want to,” Ajia replied with a shrug. “We’ve focused all our training on getting around it.” She was already opening two more Pokéballs and giving out rapid-fire orders to her Pokémon.
An Espeon gave a flick of its forked tail before dashing into the fray. An Umbreon followed not far behind, squirting out a noxious liquid from its pores and hitting the Arcanine right on target. The dark fox didn’t even try to dodge the overwhelming flames that followed, but it didn’t need to. It just stood its ground against the inferno, wincing slightly but looking like it could endure them all day. Overhead, Aerodactyl was tilting and rolling through the air, forcing the Raichu to waste all its energy just trying to land a hit, all while sending blades of air flying from its wingtips, keeping the Rapidash from breaking through the lineup.
Ajia nodded to herself. “Alright, this shouldn’t be tooooo bad,” she said. “Not the worst situation in the world. And they were already weakened a bit before I got here, so I should be able to come out on top.”
I stared at her, chills running down my spine. Everything that she’d said was starting to come together. “Ajia, you’ve… have you fought Rockets before?”
The question made her pause, but then she nodded. And from the sound of things, she’d had much worse fights than this. Just what had she been doing since I lost contact with her?
My attention snapped back to the fight as Pichu darted past the executive’s Flareon, easily dodging the fire fox’s attempt to bite with fangs like hot iron. Raichu kept trying to charge up one of its huge lightning bolts but couldn’t keep its concentration with Pichu firing energy stars into its face. Meanwhile, any of the opposing Pokémon trying to land a hit found themselves held in place by a psychic aura from Espeon. And in the moment it took them to shake off the telekinesis, they’d be easy targets for Aerodactyl, whose tongue was hanging out as it looped through the air, almost lazily enjoying its role.
I couldn’t help staring in awe. Even though Ajia hadn’t given any commands more complex than just move names, her team seemed to already know what kind of strategy she wanted them to use. Like she’d already spent time training them for this sort of melee. By now, half of the Rocket’s Pokémon were covered in a toxic film, gradually dulling their movements the longer they had to struggle against Ajia’s disruptive tactics. Sure, the opponents had ridiculously strong attacks, but it didn’t matter if they couldn’t pull any of them off.
A pitiful cry drew my attention to the executive’s Arcanine. It had just collapsed, finally succumbing to poison and exhaustion. Seconds later, a red beam drew it back into its Pokéball.
“All right! One down!” Rudy exclaimed.
I had to admit, it was a huge relief. Finally, a real sign that it was possible for us to win this.
Ajia grinned to herself before pressing the attack. Aerodactyl finally got an opening to soar low over the battlefield, striking the earth and sending a Rock Slide cascading down the hill. Raichu tried to send more bolts toward the rock-type, but Umbreon kept hounding it up close, unfazed by the lightning. Espeon had leaped onto Rapidash’s back, pelting the horse with psychic blasts no matter how hard it tried to buck the fox off. Ajia was winning. We were going to make it out of here.
And then a vicious howl echoed through the air, making Ajia’s team all flinch. Wait, but that sounded like…? I edged over to get a better view of the Rockets and stared in disbelief. The executive’s Arcanine was back in the fight, barking out Flamethrowers and looking completely refreshed.
Ajia slapped her forehead. “Of course they have a portable healer. They would have one of those, the cheats.” Her brow furrowed, and for the first time since she’d arrived, Ajia looked slightly worried. I glanced back at the Rockets and finally spotted it—a sleek, capsule-like device almost like a rounded briefcase, held by one the grunts in the closest jeep.
“Could… could we try to destroy the healer?” I asked tentatively.
Ajia shook her head. “Those are combat jeeps—they’ll have shields. We need a way to retreat. Aerodactyl should be able to fly with two riders, at least.” She motioned to get Spencer’s attention. “Er, sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“Spencer Dailey, at your service,” he replied with a mock bow.
“Right—do you have any flying Pokémon big enough to carry anyone?”
Spencer’s face fell immediately. “I, er—well, I did. Pidgeot got hurt bad at the start of the battle.”
Ajia clicked her tongue. “How bad? I’ve got a revive for emergencies.”
Spencer winced. “It was pretty bad. He’d need some serious healing just to carry me, let alone—” He paused, looking ready to smack himself. It took me a few seconds, but then then it hit me. We were idiots—there had been a massive box of healing supplies in the plane. If we’d only thought to grab some of them.
Ajia raised an eyebrow at the expressions of horror suddenly crossing our faces. “Let me guess—things just got worse? Really guys, this is enough surprises for one day.”
“It’s not that,” I said, putting a hand over my face. “We left behind a huge crate of potions and such in the plane. If we had thought to bring them with us, we could have done the same thing the Rockets are doing now.” Or better yet, we could have figured out a way to escape.
Ajia nodded, her expression tough to make out. She observed the plane’s wreck and I could practically see the gears turning in her head. “So, we just need to figure out a way onto the plane. It’d be too difficult for us to make it over there while they’ve got any Pokémon out.”
“And guns. Guns are pretty bad too,” Spencer piped up.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan for that,” Ajia said with a wink. “But as for the Pokémon, since they’ll just get healed anytime we take one out…” Her eyes lit up, and she tapped a fist to her palm. “We just have to take them all out at the same time. Then we can storm the plane while they’re being healed and get out of here, no problem.”
Her enthusiasm was rubbing off—I couldn’t help feeling a jolt of excitement, though it immediately gave way to doubt. “We have to knock them all out at once? How the heck are we supposed to do that?”
“Pii pika’chu pikaa.”
The sudden voice in Pokéspeech caught me off guard, and I whirled around to see the experimental Pikachu finally pulling himself to his feet. He swayed a bit unsteadily, but kept his sharp gaze fixed on us.
“…What?” It took me several seconds to piece together that he wanted to help. “How are you supposed to—you’re out of power, what could you possibly do?”
I hadn’t meant to say it so bluntly. The hybrid’s tail twitched angrily, and I flinched. But then, to my surprise, he called out to Pichu.
Pichu glanced back at her trainer in confusion in between ducking and weaving around opponents. Ajia looked just as puzzled for a few seconds, but also curious. So she gave Pichu the go-ahead, and Pichu rushed over to us.
Then Pikachu explained something at length to the both of them. He spoke too quickly for me to make out what he was saying, though Ajia seemed to have no trouble with it. Every so often I caught a few words like ‘power’ or ‘knock out’ or ‘lightning rod.’
Throughout all of this, Ajia kept half of her focus on the battle, still giving commands to the rest of her team. Pichu was staring at Pikachu, looking half-impressed, and half like she thought he was insane. She glanced up at her trainer incredulously.
“Sounds weird, but he’d know his power better than we do,” Ajia said, still facing the battle. “I say we go for it.”
Pichu nodded and turned to Pikachu, who held a paw against the electric pouch on her cheek and closed his eyes in concentration. Strings of lightning began surging across his arm, flowing into him from the smaller mouse. He recoiled in pain, but kept his paw firmly in place. His breathing grew labored and his limbs trembled. Sparks leapt from his fur erratically. And yet he gave no sign that he wanted to stop.
“What exactly is going on here?” I asked, feeling horribly lost.
Ajia tilted her head, looking confused. “Didn’t you hear what he—ohhh, right, I forgot you had trouble with Pokéspeech.”
“Er, well… I’m a lot better than I used to be,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks go red. “Maybe not fluent, but…”
Ajia nodded, obviously realizing I didn’t want to talk about it. “Well, Pichu is channeling her power supply into him. He said he could absorb it, but from the way he described his ability, it’s… strange.” She trailed off, looking both intrigued and puzzled. At least I wasn’t the only one confused.
It took a few minutes for Pichu to drain her remaining power supply into Pikachu, and she had to pause several times. When it was finally done, Pichu slumped to the ground, exhausted. Pikachu slowly rose to his feet, fur standing on end and eyes filled with a renewed vigor. Still, something about his plan didn’t make any sense.
“I don’t get it,” I said to him. “I understand that your power is—I don’t know—more intense from being part Zapdos and all, but if she’s just giving her power to you… what can you do with it that she can’t?”
He paused heavily. And then, for the first time that I’d seen, he managed to wrench his face into something other than pain or rage: an ironic smile. “*Most Pokémon can’t drain their whole power supply into one move. It’s not natural. Their bodies can’t handle it. But me? I have a hard time not doing that.*”
Ajia kneeled down and scooped up the small, sad form of her drained Pichu, gently placing the mouse in her bag. Then she turned to the rest of us and asked, “Is everyone ready?”
Pikachu was the first one to nod, saying, “*Raichu is the only problem. He’ll be able to deflect some of my lightning.*”
Ajia nodded. “Alright, so we pretty much have to ditch strategy and take out that Raichu however possible. Sounds fun. Got any sure-shot moves?”
It took Spencer a second to realize that she had addressed that last bit to him. “Oh? Oh, yeah! Typhlosion, Electabuzz—use Swift!” he yelled, pointing straight at Raichu.
Raichu recoiled in surprise and tried to make a break for it, but was there was no dodging the ridiculous barrage of attacks aimed at him. Energy discs, blades of wind, bursts of shadow—Raichu cried out in pain as he was smacked between one attack after another. The Rocket executive shot a murderous glare at us, but she had no choice but to recall him.
“Alright, it’s now or never!” Ajia exclaimed motioning for her Pokémon to return to her side.
Typhlosion ducked underground again, and Electabuzz stumbled back to where we stood, bruised, burned, and exhausted. Rudy recalled Squirtle, which made me realize that I’d need to do the same for Swift and Firestorm. I flashed an apologetic look to the Charmander as I held out his Pokéball, but he didn’t protest, so I recalled him.
Only the experiment remained standing between us and the Rocket’s Pokémon. We didn’t have much time before Raichu would be fully healed again. Had to make it count.
“*This ends now,*” Pikachu said. A flash of hate flickered in his eyes.
He raced down the hill into the fray, an explosion of sparks leaping off his body. It wouldn’t have even been right to describe the ensuing lightning as bolts; more like a flood of electricity pouring from every inch of his body with no way to hold it back. The Rocket’s Pokémon countered with a rush of fire, but they were no match. The wave of lightning broke through the flames like they were nothing, completely enveloping the enemy lineup. One by one, all of the Rocket’s Pokémon collapsed to the ground.
But there was no stopping the flood of lightning. I wasn’t sure Pikachu could have controlled it even if he’d wanted to. Huge bolts shot from his body at random, most of them flying into the air, others hurtling toward the Rockets. They didn’t even get a chance to run—all of them standing outside the jeeps collapsed instantly. I couldn’t help wincing—it was strange to see our attackers suddenly rendered so… helpless.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, the flood of lightning abruptly ended, giving way to erratic bursts of sparks right before Pikachu collapsed. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than thirty seconds, but it had felt like ages. I couldn’t help tensing up—time to move.
“That’s our cue!” Ajia called out. Her team immediately huddled around her in a defensive formation.
Spencer motioned to Typhlosion, who spewed a thick cloud of smoke down the hill, completely surrounding the Rockets. Then he gave Electabuzz an apologetic look and said, “Just a little more, buddy, we’re almost free.” The electric-type grunted with fatigue, but joined Ajia’s defensive lineup.
Next, Ajia turned to me and Rudy and said, “You two hop on Aerodactyl, the rest of us will follow on foot.” We didn’t need telling twice—both of us jumped up and got positioned on the winged reptile’s back, tightly gripping the straps on its harness.
“Everyone ready? Let’s move out!”
Aerodactyl vaulted into the air, and I clutched the straps for dear life as my stomach suddenly flipped upside down. Oh man, was I not ready for my first flight to be on something this fast. For the first few seconds I screwed my eyes shut, refusing to look down. But then… I had to know if Ajia and Spencer were alright on the ground. So I opened my eyes just a crack, and barely caught a glimpse of two figures sprinting down the hill as quickly as possible, surrounded on all sides by Pokémon. It was hard to see them clearly through the smoke, but the Rockets must have noticed them—my heart stopped as gunfire broke out.
But Ajia’s plan worked—most of the shots completely missed. One or two bullets pinged uselessly off of Protect shields. I let out the breath I’d been holding, then immediately held it again as Aerodactyl tucked its wings and swooped forward and shot straight through the hole in the back of the jet. Then it flared its wings to kill our momentum, and I nearly toppled right over its head before we all came to a stop in the middle of the cargo bay.
My limbs shook as I slid down from the reptile’s back. Rudy looked a bit nauseous and muttered, “That would have been so cool if we weren’t running for our lives.”
Not far behind us, Ajia and Spencer leaped through the hole almost weightlessly, glowing with the aura of Espeon’s telekinesis. Ajia paused just long enough to recall the psychic-type before racing forward to meet us, holding the experimental Pikachu under one arm.
“I grabbed him from the battlefield,” she said, thrusting the spiky furball into my arms.
I blinked confusedly, taking several seconds to process what had just happened. My brain attempted to form the words, “He’s not mine,” but Ajia cut me off by asking Spencer where the healing supplies were.
“O-oh, right, they were near the front of the plane last I saw them,” he replied.
Ajia nodded, and the two of them dashed off through the maze of boxes and crates. I stood there with Rudy, unable to do anything but wait, now uncomfortably aware of the clock ticking down until the Rockets’ Pokémon would be healed.
“Found them!” Ajia exclaimed, and the two soon reappeared, carrying the box.
Spencer released his Pidgeot, and they immediately began spraying the massive bird with nearly every medicine they could get their hands on. Slowly, the blackened skin and feathers began to heal. Once most of the visible damage was gone, Spencer pressed a small yellow crystal against the bird’s head, and it finally snapped awake.
“Hey bud, feeling better?” Spencer asked as Pidgeot stumbled to its feet—still a bit dazed and weak, but clearly in much better shape than before.
“Alright! Time to get out of here and never get captured by Rockets again! Sound good? I thought so, now get over here Rudy!” Spencer called out.
Not wasting any time, Rudy sprinted over and jumped on behind Spencer while Ajia ran over to me and the two of us mounted her Aerodactyl. Both Pokémon outstretched their wings, and I barely had a few seconds to brace myself before we took off. Aerodactyl shot forward, straight through the opening at the back of the jet, nearly throwing me off with its speed. I clenched my teeth and struggled to keep my grip on the harness straps, all while holding the Pikachu tucked under my arm.
Suddenly, Aerodactyl swerved to the left to avoid a streak of lightning that tore past us, rending the air with an earsplitting crack. I barely caught a glimpse of the Raichu sparking wildly beneath us, apparently fully healed. So they’d managed to heal it in time. But then the sickening realization hit me—Pidgeot hadn’t been fast enough to avoid the mouse’s Thunder last time.
I threw a glance over my shoulder to see Spencer and Rudy trailing behind us. Time slowed, and my insides froze as the Raichu prepared for another attack. They weren’t going to make it.
And then without warning, Pidgeot accelerated out of nowhere, speeding forward to catch up with us and narrowly avoiding the lightning bolt that was aimed straight at them.
“Ha! I knew it’d be good to give you a dose of that X Speed in there!” Spencer exclaimed wildly, patting his bird’s neck.
I couldn’t even see the Rockets anymore, that’s how fast we were speeding away from them. My eyes were wide and my breathing shallow and I could hardly believe what had just happened, but none of that mattered because we’d made it.
~End Chapter 4~
Got some rambles on how exactly number nine's ability works~
Ajia asked if he had the Lightningrod ability, and the answer is... kind of. He has to be hit by an electric move in order to absorb it—sort of like Volt Absorb. However, this is not passive—he has to exert a lot of effort to do so, and it does hurt him. But he uses the power to fill up his own power supply in addition to getting the power boost from Lightningrod, which makes the tradeoff in pain easily worth it. Remember that he has an unnaturally small power supply as a side effect of his mutations (his energy signature has the natural intensity of Zapdos, but his body isn't able to handle this.) So he has to be very careful to conserve his power supply in battle. Unfortunately, this is inherently difficult for him since letting out even a small amount of power opens the floodgates—his body naturally tries to expel all of it, and it takes a lot of effort to prevent this. What he did in this chapter was deliberately take advantage of this weakness.
What happened was: Nine was out of power and absorbed Pichu’s electricity, putting him at a nearly full power capacity, as well as giving him a temporary energy spike (the 1.5x SpAtk boost). He then used all of his power to create basically the equivalent of ten Thunders in one move. And with the side effect of Struggle (so in game terms he lost 250% of his HP and yeah this move sucks.) This technique is incredibly painful and will always knock him out, so the number of situations in which this move would even be useful are very limited.
Okay, it looks like we're finally getting a bit of a breather, maybe, after this chapter?? Some time to talk?! Gah! I'm not used to fics starting off with an explosion and I still barely know them! That being said, the main newcomer here feels like the biggest ace of them all, so I'm curious on where that's going to go. Jade is the main character yet is totally outclassed by pretty much everyone else in the story. Boy doesn't that sound familiar~
I don't have a lot of thoughts on this chapter overall that I hadn't already covered in the previous one. There were a few moments that made me a little uncertain, particularly the TM session where it took a literal minute or so to activate during a raging battle. It seemed to be strange. As far as a multi-participant battle is concerned, a minute is... a while. That aside, though! Lots of highs and lows to Jade's circumstances, but they finally managed to escape, at least for the time being. Maybe now they can actually try to catch up.
Most Pokémon can’t drain their whole power supply into one move. It’s not natural. Their bodies aren’t designed to handle it. But me? I have a hard time not doing that.
Well you did just see them doing something illegal, Jade.
I jumped suddenly at the sound of a gunshot and whirled around. My stomach melted into nothing—one of the Rockets pulled out a small handgun and began shooting at Swift.
Whelp, that escalated quickly. From kidnapping to worse. Though given that Jade saw buildings earlier and she said they were near Viridian City, how come nobody is hearing these shots? You’d think this would be a fast way to get the cops on you.
Wait, Tyson? Does that mean the driver is that Team Rocket member from the anime’s Lake of Rage two parter?
After having found the money, the Rocket didn’t bother looking anything else I had in there and simply tossed the wallet into a bin with what I assumed were other stolen items. He then chained my hands and feet to the wall before shutting the door.
Hey will you look at that! Finally something going her way. Seems like her rescuer even has quite the personality.
“Alright Typhlosion, I need you to melt these chains, so we’re gonna need it hot.”
The Typhlosion leaned down and grasped a bundle of the chains, holding them behind its head. Suddenly, a blazing ring of fire burst out from the red burners around its neck, torching through the metal with a wave of sparks.
Objection! Red and orange flames aren’t hot enough to melt steel, meaning Typhlosion shouldn’t be able to break these chains. (Though more seriously, I did think the problem of Jade being chained was solved a little too easily)
Spencer stepped aside, revealing a rather disgruntled Rudy standing in the cargo bay.
“How did you get here?” I asked, completely floored.
Well that ain’t good. Also wasn’t expecting this fic to have hybrid Pokemon in it. I admit that’s something I typically wouldn’t read about, but the fic’s still keeping me entertained regardless.
Edit: Heh, just read the notes. A good dose of self-awareness certainly never hurts
“WHAT. THE. EVER. LIVING. HELL?!!”
My stomach sank even lower as I turned to see an extremely pissed-off Tyson standing in the doorway to the cargo area, his jaw hanging open from shock.
“Uhh, hey…” Spencer said awkwardly. “Could you leave for a bit? We kind of have a situation here.”
And then a sudden burst of flames shot toward Razors, striking the mantis dead-on. Yes! Typhlosion had landed a direct hit! There was no way the Scyther could withstand—but even as I watched, Razors stood up and turned sharply in Typhlosion’s direction, preparing to leap at it.
Whelp, it was a good attempt. Though now I wonder what sort of hybrid Razors is.
“Strong enough to take down my best Pokémon?” Tyson called out. “You’re more of a nuisance that I gave you credit for.”
“Razors was your best guy? Awesome, that means we’re in charge now,” Spencer said, standing up. “Tell the pilot to land this thing and let us off. And also get us pizza,” he added as an afterthought.
Tyson stared incredulously. “You think you’re hot stuff just cause you managed to beat one of my Pokémon with help from a crazy overpowered rat?”
“Nah, Typhlosion is the one made of hot stuff.” How Spencer managed to keep a straight face on that comeback was beyond me.
Alright that was sooner than I’d expected. Guess they’re not gonna beat Team Rocket by 100% sticking to game logic, eh? :V
I had to admit that it was a good idea. We were completely surrounded by the Rockets’ supplies—using them to our advantage would be a major help.
A wide grin crossed his face as he pulled out a blue TM. “Dude, Surf—I gotta teach this to Squirtle.” He fumbled with the buttons on the disc’s case, but nothing happened. “Hey… it’s not working.”
“Isn’t Surf a locked move? Like, you can only use it if you’ve registered a certain number of badges?” I wasn’t really sure of it myself, but it sounded right, in any case.
Heh, using Team Rocket’s supplies against them is pretty clever. Also it’s interesting to see how you have incorporated the game’s mechanics here by Rudy not being able to teach his Squirtle Surf. Same for there being different series of TMs representing the different generations. The latter is actually a headcanon I have myself. ^^
I couldn’t resist stepping over to get a view of what was going on. I was met with the sight of the pilot on the ground, out cold. The Pikachu stood in his seat, forcing the control wheel forward, sending the plane into a nosedive.
Okay… I’m gonna be honest, this part broke my suspension for disbelief quite a bit. I’m not sure what felt improbable to me: the Pikachu somehow getting into a locked cockpit, knocking out the pilot while having no power left, or not only knowing how to crash a plane, but also somehow being capable of it with his tiny body. It’s probably the combination of all those things that makes this moment feel a bit… ridiculous. I’ve been enjoying the story so far, but this moment really made me scratch my head a little. I’m sorry.
I know you said in the notes before the prologue that the first six or so chapters had some issues, but were moments like this what you were referring to? Regardless, I’ll look past it since you did warn about these early chapters having problems.
I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was too shocked by how much the tables had turned in our favor with just that one move.
That makes two of us, Jade… Though is this a lampshade to you not being happy with how some of the stuff in the first six chapters go? ^^;
Anyway, I’m not sure how Typhlosion overpowered Tyson that easily given that Typhlosion weigh about as much as humans but are a little shorter. Surely Tyson could have pushed or even kicked Typhlosion off of him for a second and either grabbed his gun again, asked help from his Pokemon who were still out, or even retreated into the cockpit. Also how come there were no other Rockets helping Tyson? Seems strange it was just him and the pilot on that plane, especially since chapter 2 gave the impression there were more people onboard. Overall it really did feel like the tables got turned a bit too quickly and too easily.
“*Legendaries shouldn’t be captured,*” the Pidgey replied simply. I couldn’t help staring—where had he gotten that opinion from? The topic of Legendaries had never really come up in my house, barring that two-month-or-so period I wouldn’t shut up after reading about them in social studies.
Gotta say, I quite enjoyed this talk between Jade and her Pokémon (Yeah I know, they’re not officially owned by her yet since she has no license, but I can see where this is going lol). I like how you’re giving the Pokemon some personality, since I feel like trainer fics typically tend to gloss that over. Also I’m curious about Swift’s opinion, since it’s definitely not something everyone agrees on. I wonder if there’s more to it given how surprised Jade was about it.
Spencer flipped through the previous messages in the conversation. “Team dispatched. ETA 1815.” “Coordinates sent. Crash time approx. 1810.”
Clever move from Tyson’s part. Not so fortunate for the heroes of course, but hey.
I dashed over, snatched the Pikachu with my right arm before scooping up Firestorm under my left and throwing a leg over the Arcanine’s back.
I threw a glance back at Spencer, who motioned to Typhlosion, who threw Tyson into a pile of boxes and hurriedly dashed forward on all fours, pausing just long enough for Spencer to leap onto its back.
Although it’s nice to see Jade going back for the Pikachu hybrid, how is Spencer riding Typhlosion? I’m starting to think Spencer’s Typhlosion is a hybrid himself with the stuff he’s been able to pull off so far lol.
“They tried firing at us; couldn’t really get a clear shot, though.”
Also how come the Rockets solely resorted to guns and didn’t use their own Pokemon? Surely it would be more effective to use both.
Especially confusing was the fact that the executive didn’t sound much older than seventeen or eighteen. Could someone so young be ranked that highly on Team Rocket?
Hey, at least the executive didn’t forget that she has Pokémon. Maybe she could give some tips to the grunts.
“Wait! You have a Pidgeot! Can’t we just fly out of here?!” I exclaimed, pointing at the massive tawny eagle taking flight.
Spencer paused, smiling weakly. “It’s cool that you think he’s that hardcore, but… yeah, no way can he pull off carrying all three of us.”
“Crap… okay, how about one person rides off on Pidgeot while the others stay here protected by the rest of your Pokémon, and then Pidgeot comes back to get the others?”
“I… guess that could work?” Spencer said, rubbing the back of his head.
So, I really like this. Aside from it being smart thinking (yeah I know this plan instantly fails, but there’s no way they could have predicted that so I’m giving them a break lol), I like how Pidgeot can’t carry all three of them and Jade has to think a way around that. It sets up some limitations and forces her to think around that as opposed to a quick and easy solution like we’ve for example seen with Typhlosion destroying Jade’s chains.
Alright, and that’s the end of chapter 3. Overall I did quite like both chapters, despite my criticism of chapter 3’s second half. Sorry if it was a bit harsh, but I do want to give my honest opinion to what I read. That said, I’ve definitely seen your comments about the first six chapters, so I won’t judge you or the rest of the fic for not and I’m sure the more recent chapters are a lot better. I’ll look forward to what comes next!
Okay, it looks like we're finally getting a bit of a breather, maybe, after this chapter?? Some time to talk?! Gah! I'm not used to fics starting off with an explosion and I still barely know them!
No worries, next chapter is a breather! Although the funny thing is, when it was posted on Serebii, I actually apologized for Chapter 5 having no action and reassured everyone that the plot would be kicking back into high gear in Chapter 6. (Back then, breather chapters risked losing your audience.) Shows how the times have changed~
That being said, the main newcomer here feels like the biggest ace of them all, so I'm curious on where that's going to go. Jade is the main character yet is totally outclassed by pretty much everyone else in the story. Boy doesn't that sound familiar~
The fact that the main character of this story is neither strong, nor smart, nor brave, nor particularly skilled in any way is a huge part of this fic's themes, and it's the reason I have so much fun with her character arc. As much I love Ajia, this story would not work from her POV.
There were a few moments that made me a little uncertain, particularly the TM session where it took a literal minute or so to activate during a raging battle. It seemed to be strange. As far as a multi-participant battle is concerned, a minute is... a while.
I'd consider it pretty sketchy if Jade were actually participating in the battle, but as it was, she was just standing on the sidelines, so her focusing on something else for a few minutes didn't change much.
After looking through Bulbapedia’s list of names commonly used to refer to pokédollars, I decided to go with “pyen” as Kanto's monetary unit in LC. I wanted something without the “poke” prefix (too silly), but starting with a p (to reference the canon in-game symbol), but also referencing the Japanese games just having them as yen (which also makes it more obvious that 20,000 pyen, while a decent sum, is nothing extraordinary.)
~Chapter 5: Deliberation~
January, 5 years ago
“So, are you finally gonna tell us what you’re upset about?” Ajia asked, breaking the tension that had followed us ever since school got out.
Starr let out a frustrated sigh. “Ajia, I thought I already said I didn’t want to talk about it.”
The three of us were walking to Ajia’s house. She lived closest to school, so we usually hung out at her place. My house was too far to walk. And I’d never even seen where Starr lived.
Starr’s arms were folded. Her face looked like she was arguing with herself in her head. “Alright fine, it’s Lexx,” she finally said. “That little worm stole my report card.” She glowered at Ajia like it was somehow her fault.
“Has he done anything with it?” Ajia asked patiently.
Starr paused to think. “Well, no. But he’s obviously planning to use it as blackmail or something.”
Ajia put a hand to her chin. “Do you want me to talk to him?”
“I wasn’t asking you to,” Starr replied quickly. “Besides, he’s my brother, not yours.”
“That just means he might listen to me,” Ajia pointed out with a sly grin.
Starr let out a snort. “I swear it’s like you’re the only person he listens to sometimes. But of course my parents always go easy on him.”
“Was the report card really that bad?” I asked curiously.
Starr had to tilt her head to look up at me. I was walking on top of the brick wall that ran along the sidewalk, so I was way taller than her.
The look Starr gave me said that she wasn’t too happy with my question. But then she made a face like she didn’t care and said, “Well, if you really need to know, I didn’t pass math or writing.”
Oof. That was pretty bad.
“Don’t give me that look,” Starr said, rolling her eyes. “Are you really doing that much better?”
“I’m passing most of my classes,” I replied defensively. Not Pokéspeech. But that class was impossible anyway, so it basically didn’t count. I don’t know how anyone managed to pass.
The wall stopped when we reached the end of the block, so I jumped down and landed next to Starr. We were almost the same height, even though she was older than me.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter,” Starr went on. “When we get to Ajia’s place, I just want to hang out and watch shows and pretend I’m an only child.”
I shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”
Ajia elbowed Starr. “Seriously, do you want me to talk to Lexx? I hate to see my friends fight. Even if they’re related,” she added with a wink.
Starr let out an exaggerated groan. “Ajia, when are you gonna learn that I don’t want you to fix things all the time?”
Ajia laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”
A few seconds passed. Starr rubbed her arm, glancing away. “But like… if you wanted to help, I’m not gonna stop you or anything.”
Ajia’s face lit up. “Sure thing.”
Today
“All in all, great job today, everyone. I’d say we’ve graduated to top class as far as not-getting-killed-by-Rockets goes,” Spencer said, stretching widely and flopping to the ground.
We were resting in a small, shaded clearing in the woods some twenty minutes west of the crash side, after Spencer’s Pidgeot had proven too sore to make the full journey back to Viridian—especially with two passengers. Still, none of us protested the chance to stop and catch our breath after the harrowing escape. I hadn’t moved from the spot I’d collapsed onto after sliding down Aerodactyl’s back, utterly numb. It would have been nice to just lie there with the wind rustling the leaves and watch the sky slowly melt into red as the day drew to a close. I still had too many thoughts swirling through my head to appreciate it, though.
“And as an added bonus, check it out,” Spencer added, sliding his backpack down from his shoulders and opening it to reveal… Pokéballs. Lots and lots of Pokéballs.
“The other stolen Pokémon from the plane,” he went on, grinning broadly. “I only had a few seconds, so I pretty much just dumped ‘em all in while we were looking for the healing items. No clue where any of ‘em came from, but I figure I can drop them off at a ranger station so they can get back to their homes or trainers or whatever.”
The other Pokémon—I’d completely forgotten about them after all the fighting for our lives. At least something good had come from us needing to return to the plane.
“So, Jade… you’ve really got to tell me how you got mixed up with those Rockets in the first place,” Ajia said, giving me a sideways glance—or at least, what looked sideways, given that I was sprawled out on the grass looking up at her. It was hard to tell with everything upside-down.
I couldn’t help letting out a laugh. “Me? What about you?! How did you even know we were there?”
“I asked you first,” Ajia replied with a playful smirk.
Oh, come on. That wasn’t fair.
I sighed, unsure of how much I wanted to say about it. “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw something I shouldn’t have. That’s really all it was.” Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth. Still, I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted to bring up my conversation with the Charizard trainer—not because he told me to keep it a secret, but because I was afraid of the reaction I’d get.
Ajia raised an eyebrow, looking confused. “They kidnapped you just because you saw them doing something? That seems like a waste of time. A big organization like Team Rocket shouldn’t care if some random kid saw them doing something. It’s not like you could do anything with that info.”
I paused. “Well… it wasn’t just ‘something.’ I saw them trying to catch Entei.”
That got a noticeable silence out of everyone. Rudy sat up immediately, eyes wide and jaw hanging.
“You actually saw Entei?” he finally said.
I nodded blankly, unsure of what else to do.
“Entei. As in, Legendary beast, Entei? Makes volcanoes erupt, and all that?” Spencer said incredulously.
“Has anyone ever captured a Legendary before?” Rudy asked with an awed look.
Almost immediately, Ajia replied, “No. Never.”
I closed my eyes, feeling miserable. “They succeeded. They actually caught it. There wasn’t anything I could do.”
Ajia gave me a weird look, like she found my words completely bizarre. “Well, come on. It’s not like you could have done anything.”
I couldn’t have done anything. It was the same way with the Rocket situation we had just been in. In both cases, I’d been powerless.
“What would you have done in that situation?” I found myself asking, not entirely sure why.
“Huh? That’s… what kind of question is that?”
I sighed. “Never mind. It was stupid, forget it.”
“Scary organization that tried to kill us now has an ultra-powerful fire-breathing weapon. I hope I’m not the only one bothered by this,” Spencer remarked.
I didn’t really know what to say to that so I just stared up at the sky. It was almost night—pinpricks of starlight had begun shining above us. If we didn’t get back to Viridian soon, I’d have a world of explaining to do. The idea of returning home after all of this felt strange and foreign.
“Even if you saw them going after Entei, I still don’t get why they cared so much,” Ajia went on, apparently still trying to figure out the missing link in my story. “It just seems weird that they had to kidnap you even if you didn’t know all that much about them.”
“Can… can we not talk about this anymore?” I asked, looking away. “And in any case… what about you? You never said how found us there.”
“I saw the Fire Blast from the air. It was pretty hard to miss, actually.”
I gave her an incredulous stare. “Um. You just happened to be flying by and see us?”
Ajia chuckled slightly. “Okay, okay, I already knew you were in trouble. I heard about the situation from a friend. It’s kind of a long story, though.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve got time. And does this have anything to do with the fact that you’ve fought Rockets before?”
She considered the question for a bit and then nodded. “I don’t want to end up dragging you into that mess, though.”
I couldn’t help staring. “I’m already involved in this Rocket mess after today, so what’s the difference?”
“Jade, be glad that what happened today didn’t pull you in too deep,” she said, suddenly looking very serious. I blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden tone shift. My brain still had a hard time accepting the fact that she was used to situations like this.
Ajia paused, seeing the look on my face. “I’m sorry. It all happened a long time ago.”
I didn’t say anything. It was kind of obvious that she didn’t want to tell me anyway, and I couldn’t help feeling annoyed, even if she had a good reason.
“So… what are you going to do now? Were you on a training journey before this all started?” Ajia asked.
“Eh… not exactly… I still don’t have a trainer’s license, so—”
“You don’t?” she asked, looking confused. “How did you get a Charmander, then?”
“He’s, uh… not mine. I found him in the woods before I ran into the Rockets.”
“Which is completely unfair, if you ask me,” Rudy interjected.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said exasperatedly. “Y’know, I’m… kind of surprised you chose Squirtle as your starter.”
Rudy folded his arms with an overly sulky expression. “Yeah. Thanks a lot, Dad. He specifically requested a water-type for the job. He thinks me and Ebony aren’t responsible enough to travel on our own without starting a wildfire or something.”
His dad was probably right about that, but I didn’t dare say so out loud.
“So, think we’re ready to head off now?” Ajia asked, standing up and stretching. “Back to Viridian, right?”
I hesitated. After the events of today, the idea of returning home like nothing had ever happened felt… strange. Going to school, doing homework, knowing that the legends were in danger? Sure, maybe I was too weak to do anything about Team Rocket now. But wasn’t that what the Charizard trainer was aiming to change? How could I go home and do nothing after hearing what he’d said and seeing the proof right in front of me?
I hadn’t wanted to get involved because I didn’t think I could make a difference. Now I wanted to join because of that. Maybe I was just insane.
“Hey Ajia, can I talk to you about something for a bit?”
“Sure?” she said, looking a bit puzzled when I stood up and walked away from the clearing. I guess it was kind of weird that I wanted to talk about it in private. But I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone to begin with, and I’d known Ajia the longest, so it just felt right.
“What is it?” Ajia asked once we were a good distance from the others, who were now looking rather confused.
I took a deep breath before pulling the card out of my pocket and handing it to her. “I want to know what you think of this. I’m honestly considering joining a group working against Team Rocket.”
Something flickered in her eyes when I said that, though I couldn’t quite figure out what. “So you really want to fight the Rockets, huh? Even after what I said.”
I nodded. Much to my surprise, she just smiled and shrugged. “Hey, if you’re set on trying to help stop them, I’ll stop trying to talk you out of it. I’d be lying if I said I regretted my decision to get involved way back when. It’s been hard… but it’s worth it.”
Ajia proceeded to read the card several times, repeating certain bits out loud to herself as though trying to discover some hidden meaning that I’d overlooked. “This is… really vague. Possibly just to protect the leader from being found out. It doesn’t even say where you’ll be going… I guess you’re supposed to learn that in Vermilion. Overall, it’s suspicious, but I don’t think it’s a trap.”
“A trap?” I said blankly. The thought hadn’t really occurred to me.
She nodded. “There’s always the possibility, but that’d be very unlike the Rockets. What would they gain by going and finding a bunch of kids, pointlessly feeding them info, and then killing them? No, I think it’s real… though I can’t say I know what the motives are.”
The motives? What other motive could there be other than stopping Team Rocket for its own sake? Before I could ask, Ajia said, “Who exactly gave this to you? The leader of the team, or someone working for them?”
“Um, I’m pretty sure he was the leader. Tall guy, college-aged… er, I’m not very good at describing people.”
Ajia paused, deep in thought. She considered something for a few seconds and then said, “Make sure he gives you more info before you commit to anything. And I hope you’ll get to train for a while before actually fighting any Rockets. Then again, only an idiot would throw newbie trainers against them and expect anything good to come out of it. So depending on how good the training is… this could actually be a really good opportunity. But do you need to get a license first…?”
I clenched my fists. “I failed the test again, so I can’t. But I don’t care. I’ve wanted to be a trainer ever since you left. Heck, even before that, back when Starr left. So… I’m doing this, with or without.”
Ajia’s expression faltered for just a second. But then her face split into a wide grin. “I don’t know whether to tell you that’s a bad idea, or tell you that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard you say.” I couldn’t help laughing slightly. “So I guess you want to go to Vermilion now?”
I paused. This was it.
“Yeah. To Vermilion.”
As we walked back to the clearing, my head already felt lighter. This was real. I’d made my decision.
“So Jade, mind telling us what your ultra-secret talk was about?” Rudy asked with a bit of a laugh.
I took a deep breath and said it: “I’m starting my training journey.” Somehow, saying it out loud made it feel all the more real.
Rudy stared at me, taking a few seconds to process my words. “…Wait, seriously? Hey, I told you it was a good idea! But seriously, this is kind of out of nowhere. What changed your mind?”
I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. I repeated that excuse in my head, but it wasn’t the whole reason. This crazy plan was my choice, and he didn’t need to be involved. I kind of already knew he’d want to be involved if I told him.
“I guess you could say that all of this—everything that happened today—changed my mind.”
I glanced around the clearing, eyes falling on where I had placed the limp experimental Pikachu. His back rose and fell lightly with each breath, but there was no sign of him waking up any time soon.
I didn’t know what do with him at this point. It seemed cruel to just leave him here where a predator could find him out cold. And even if it had been for his own reasons, he had helped us.
“Well, he destroyed his Pokéball, so I guess I’ll just have to hold him again,” I said, picking up the hybrid as gently as possible.
“Wait a minute… you’re gonna keep that thing?” Rudy asked, staring wide-eyed at Pikachu with a mixture of incredulous fear and envy.
“Of course not,” I replied. “I’m just going to hold onto him until he wakes up, then explain the situation to him. He’ll probably leave afterwards.” At least, I hoped so.
Ajia put a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Well, it couldn’t hurt to put him in one temporarily, could it? Just to move him safely?”
I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that, but… it was probably best, so I nodded. Ajia grabbed a Pokéball from her bag and tapped it against Pikachu. His body flickered red for a moment, but nothing else happened.
Ajia tilted her head. “Huh. Does he already have a Pokéball?
“No, I’m sure he destroyed it.” That should have broken the link. Then again, his Pokéball had been jet black. I’d figured it was just a cosmetic thing, but maybe it was special. A ball to contain hybrid Pokémon?
“Well, I guess you’ll have to keep holding him, then,” Ajia said with a shrug.
She climbed up onto her Aerodactyl’s back and strapped herself into its flight harness, prompting the reptile to stand up and stretch its wings. I climbed on behind her, taking care to hold Pikachu as best as I could while still keeping a firm grip on the Aerodactyl’s straps.
“Leaving now, huh?” Spencer asked. “Take care! Nice fighting with you, or… alongside you, I guess.”
It wasn’t like I had done much, but his words still made me smile. “Thanks for everything. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t shown up.”
Aerodactyl launched from the ground, and we were off. The air was dusky and cool, and the wind whipped at our faces and through our hair as we flew onward. I lost track of how long we flew, but the sky had deepened into navy by the time I spotted city lights reflecting off the sea in the distance. Finally, the winged reptile swooped low over Vermilion City, landing in front of the Pokémon Center. I let myself down from its back slowly, my hands now sore beyond belief from all the flying we’d done today. It was difficult just holding Pikachu now—I had to constantly shift his weight between my arms.
Ajia dismounted Aerodactyl to stand next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “So, this is it. Staring your journey… it’s a pretty big step! Glad I got to see it.”
I rubbed the back of my head. “Yeah, it’s… pretty wild.” I wasn’t sure when it would start to feel real.
Ajia snapped her fingers. “Hey, let me give you my new Pokégear number, alright? In case you need anything.” She grabbed a pen and notepad from her bag and quickly scribbled onto a blank page before tearing it out and handing it to me. I took the paper, and my brain immediately conjured the image of failing. Needing to call Ajia to get a lift back home. I did my best to force it from my head. None of that. It wouldn’t do any good.
Ajia climbed back onto Aerodactyl’s back and waved lightly to me. “Good luck. I hope things work out for you. I mean it.”
I waved. “Thanks, Ajia.”
And with that, they were off, soaring into the night sky and out of sight.
So now it was time for me to figure out how to handle myself on my own. Though I suppose I wasn’t on my own—I did have my Pokémon.
And then it hit me. I had made this decision without even thinking about the fact that I still had a confused Charmander that wasn’t even on my team. I pulled out Firestorm’s Pokéball and rolled it around in my palm. I’d have to tell him what had happened eventually… and apologize for taking him here without his consent. No sense putting it off. A flash of white light formed into the flame-tailed lizard, who glanced around, looking puzzled.
“*Are we safe now?*” he asked.
I nodded. “We’re far from your old home, though. I’m not sure what you want to do, but—”
He cut me off with, “*Aren’t you my trainer now?*”
I blinked stupidly at him. If I’d been expecting anything, it wasn’t that. “I guess? I never properly captured you, but…” I trailed off awkwardly.
Firestorm swished his tail and said something to do with not caring about formalities like that.
Well, that wasn’t my only concern… Sure, it was nice to know that he was apparently pretty on-board with the whole having a trainer thing. But the whole point of battling a Pokémon to capture them was to prove yourself. To prove you could make them stronger. I didn’t know if I could do that for him.
“You know I’m not a real trainer, right?” I asked.
He paused to consider this. Then he asked if I’d be traveling and battling, or something like that.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“*Doesn’t that make you a trainer?*”
I opened my mouth to speak, but then stopped. His words played on repeat in my head. He wasn’t worried about formalities. Why was I so worried?
“I… guess it does.” I was a trainer now. I had to get used to that idea. And even if I didn’t feel like I could make him stronger now… maybe we’d both get stronger together.
A veil of anxiety still hung over my head, but underneath it all, I couldn’t help feeling excited. Though this wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen, I was now a Pokémon trainer. An illegal one off on a mission to join a secret rebel team, sure… but a trainer nonetheless.
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A cool, salty ocean breeze ruffled my bangs as I strolled down one of Vermilion’s coastal walkways, shopping bags in hand. I had put it off as long as possible, but eventually I’d needed to buy more clothes, no matter how much I hated clothes shopping. Would have been nice if I’d somehow known to grab some spare outfits when I left home. Of course, I’d had no way of knowing what would happen; I’d only planned on riding around town while Rudy finished his chores. It was almost crazy how something so small had led to all of this.
“*You guys spent way too long in there,*” a voice piped up from my feet.
I glanced down at Firestorm. “You said the same thing when we went to the library.”
“*Libraries are boring,*” the Charmander replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, I wasn’t just buying clothes—I got some snacks too.” That seemed to satisfy him.
It was a good thing I’d held onto that Fire Blast TM—apparently the Series 5 discs were reusable, which made them more valuable than others. Pawning it off the second I got to Vermilion had managed to land me 20,000 pyen—probably far less than it was actually worth, but I wasn’t in a position to argue. I had spent well over half of it within my first two days in Vermilion, but hopefully I wouldn’t need to buy anything more than food for the remainder of my time here.
I paused just long enough to stuff the bags into my new backpack before continuing down the road alongside the bay, occasionally shooting a glance out over the horizon. I couldn’t help staring wide-eyed at the endless stretch of sea that surrounded half the city—it was so much more open than the hilly, forested setting I was used to seeing around Viridian.
“*I want to go see the gym tomorrow,*” Firestorm said.
I gave him a sideways look. “I don’t think they’ll let us participate in any of the training since I don’t have a license.”
“*Just to watch.*”
“Alright, I’ll see what we can do.”
Firestorm rambled on a bit about some fights he’d seen in a gym some time ago. I managed to catch… some of it. Something about a Sandshrew and some trick involving water? He was a lot more talkative now. Which meant getting more practice at Pokéspeech, whether I liked it or not. I still had to ask him to slow down or repeat himself a lot. He wasn’t very good at remembering it.
I felt a slight pang in my chest as we walked past the Pokémon Center and its promise of a roof and a bed. Those things were for licensed trainers—without being able to receive the trainer’s discount, I’d have gone broke within days. I’d had no choice but to settle on… much cheaper arrangements.
And so, we made our way down the now-familiar trail to the trainer’s campground that sat amidst the grassy hills of Route 6. It had the basic rest stop amenities like water pumps and bathrooms, but otherwise left food and shelter up to the trainers. It was there that I’d set up the tent that I bought the first night I arrived. The training high season had just started, so camping supplies were pretty cheap and thankfully didn’t require a license to purchase. That was at least one thing that had gone in my favor.
I set down the shopping bags next to our tent and then, on a whim, decided to glance inside. Pikachu wasn’t there. And I couldn’t remember seeing him this morning, either.
“Did either of you see Pikachu today?” I asked cautiously. Given his intimidating air, it felt weird just calling him ‘Pikachu,’ but I couldn’t think of what else to call him.
“*Told you that he doesn’t want anything to do with us.*” Firestorm said dismissively.
“*He’s probably still training out in the field,*” Swift added. He looked down, pawing at the ground. “*I’m worried about him.*”
Firestorm looked puzzled. “*Why? He doesn’t care about us.*”
Swift didn’t answer. I felt a bit relieved that Pikachu hadn’t decided to take off, but I couldn’t figure out why. Why did I care if a random Pokémon that wasn’t even on my team just decided to up and leave one day? It wasn’t like he’d said a word to any of us; he hadn’t even agreed or disagreed to staying with me.
“Well, I hope he’s okay,” I murmured. There wasn’t much I could do about it now, anyway.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and said, “C’mon, I need to heat up some water,” while motioning for Firestorm to bring his tail over. I grabbed a cheap kettle that I’d bought from a thrift store for 100p and proceeded to fill it with water so I could make a cup of instant ramen. Getting good food for Swift and Firestorm meant that I had to save money somewhere. But it wasn’t like I didn’t eat ramen all the time back home anyway.
While his tail flame heated the kettle, Firestorm took the liberty to dig through the shopping, shoving bags of clothes to the side until he located the bag with the snacks. He asked me a question, but I didn’t catch it. I made the usual motion for him to repeat it, and he did, but I still couldn’t make it out. I thought about letting it go, but he seemed to want an answer, so I just… made the same motion again.
Firestorm gave an exaggerated sigh but repeated it again, slower this time: “Char’ charmann’der charmann ‘charr?”
Okay, sharp cutoff on the first syllable. Then full syllables, a trill, a sharp pause, tone shifting up, then back down. Then the verb, then the first syllable repeated with that trill at the end, that switched the tense, so—
…All that effort just to get that he’d asked if I could buy more cookies next time.
“Sure, whatever,” I said exhaustedly.
Firestorm gave me a bewildered look.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Sorry, it’s not you, I just… really wish Pokéspeech was easier. I don’t know how everyone else hears those pitch changes so easily. I swear it’s like trying to hear a dog whistle or something,” I grumbled.
“*You’ll get it,*” Swift said, bumping his forehead against my arm.
I gave him a weak smile. “I know. I’d just like it to not take another three years.”
“*Years?*” Firestorm asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “*Why would it take years?*”
I sighed. “Humans aren’t like Pokémon; our brains don’t just ‘pick up’ languages like that.” I snapped my fingers to emphasize the point.
Firestorm blinked, absorbing that thought. “*Well, if you can’t hear the sounds,*”—I motioned for him to slow down— “*why don’t you try making them? You humans can make any sounds you want, right?*”
I shook my head. “That’d be even harder. It’s a lot easier for humans to learn how to hear the sounds than to actually make them, and that’s saying something.”
It was impossible to appreciate just how different Pokéspeech was from human speech were before diving into it firsthand. It hadn’t made a lick of sense at first. How could a tiny handful of syllables make up every word in an entire language? How could every Pokémon species use an entirely different syllable set to make the exact same words? ‘Char’ alone could mean a dozen different things. But eventually they’d trained us to ignore the sound itself, and notice only the way it was said.
I’d been awful at it for the longest time. Even fumbling through slow and awkward conversations with Firestorm would have been completely unthinkable a year ago. I still wasn’t sure what had kept me going at it. Shame? Spite? Or just not wanting it all to be for nothing?
I poured the now-boiling water into the ramen cup and was waiting for it to cook when a sudden flash of light drew my attention to the left. I jerked my head to see scattered bolts of lightning coming from a field to the north, twisting wildly into the air. Was that…?
I stood up and stepped away from the campsite, out into the tall grass, glancing in every direction until—there! The experimental Pikachu, darting around the grass as though tangling with an invisible opponent. Part of me suspected that he’d already defeated all the willing combatants on the route and scared away all the unwilling ones.
“Pikachu!” I called out, feeling rather silly. “Hey, Pikachu!”
He didn’t give any indication that he had heard me at all. The hybrid simply continued ducking and weaving throughout the grasses in a very precise and streamlined motion, occasionally leaping out and slicing his tail through the air.
“You know, I heard when you snuck into the tent last night to steal food. You could have just asked.”
Not a word. Not even a look. His spiky fur stood on end as he leaped forward and tail slammed the dead remains of a tree, unleashing a wave of electricity from the impact and scorching the trunk even more than before.
“Seriously, I know I’m not your trainer but could you at least give me a reason you haven’t left yet? I have no idea what to think about you!”
The rodent’s breathing was starting to grow heavier from the intense training. With each wave of sparks that leaped off his fur, he let off a narrow string of lightning straight along the ground. Compared to his previous moves, this was a lot more precise and controlled.
“You know, in a few weeks, I’m gonna be leaving to join a group fighting the Rockets! Are you going to follow me then too?”
His movements faltered. It was only for a moment, but he definitely paused before leaping back into the tall grass and out of sight. I waited several seconds, but didn’t see any more signs of his training.
“Ugh, forget it,” I muttered, trudging back to the campsite.
“*How’d it go?*” Firestorm asked.
“Like you said, he doesn’t want anything to do with us,” I said in a low voice.
I finished my ramen before climbing inside the tent and flopping down onto my sleeping bag. My eyelids started to droop and my muscles went limp, even though it was the middle of the afternoon. I’d felt similarly exhausted throughout the past few days too. Maybe it was stress—I didn’t really know.
The wind swept against the tent as I looked out toward the sky. Twelve more days in Vermilion…
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My footsteps dragged as I walked down the boardwalk for what felt like the hundredth time. I paused to lean against the railing and pulled out the card I had been given, which was now frayed from just how many times I’d pulled it from my pocket.
The card said to meet at Vermilion harbor prior to June 16. Well, I’d been here for seven days now, and I hadn’t seen that Charizard trainer yet. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever spot him. Vermillion was a huge city. A popular stop for both tourists and trainers alike. The harbor was always crowded. My best bet was just… hoping that he’d find me somehow. Even if that didn’t feel too promising.
And so, every day at noon, we walked up and down pier 3, waiting for a meeting that might never come. It felt pretty weird hanging around there. Pier 3 was mostly full of fishing boats, and crowded with sailors and water-types. I stuck out pretty badly, being the only kid around.
Swift rode on my shoulder, looking in every direction, taking in the details of the ships and sea just like he had the first day we walked here. Every so often Firestorm cautiously glanced over the edge of the pier and shivered at the sight.
I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if I didn’t meet the Charizard trainer in time. Would I miss my chance? Would I have to call Ajia and tell her that I’d failed? Return home to my boring life knowing what I now knew? I didn’t want to consider that. But every time I visited the pier, those thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Looks like another bust,” I mumbled. “C’mon, let’s go get lunch.”
Swift wasn’t paying attention, staring straight up at the sky. I squinted through the midday sun, struggling to make out a figure soaring overhead. A flash of orange… a Charizard?
“Hey!” I yelled, waving. It did look similar to the one that the trainer had ridden. Maybe…
The fire lizard glanced down at me, then pitched its wings back to dive downward so rapidly it almost looked like it was going to plunge into the water. But then, at the last second, its wings flared outward and it swooped up to land on the pier right in front of us.
A couple of fishermen working nearby looked up, annoyed. A Golduck with them told us to clear off, and the Charizard replied something to the effect of, “*Won’t be long.*” Then it turned around and leaned forward in a clear invite for me to climb on its back.
I blinked. “Oh, right, uh… you guys mind going in your Pokéballs for this? I don’t want anyone to give you trouble for hanging around here.” It was mostly directed at Firestorm since Swift could just fly away.
Firestorm just shrugged, so I recalled the pair and climbed onto the Charizard’s back. As wings unfurled on either side of me, I reached for something to hold onto… and then suddenly realized that it wasn’t wearing a riding harness. No choice—I clasped my arms around its neck, ready to hold on for dear life. But the takeoff was smooth compared to Aerodactyl’s instant vaulting into the air. Just a few graceful flaps and we were off, calmly, lazily riding the wind with the ocean glimmering far below us.
We headed east of town where a maze of trails twisted their way around rocky, pockmarked hills surrounded by fields. Charizard flared its wings and we gradually lost speed before landing near a patch of forest.
“It’s good to see you.”
I turned at the sound. There, at the edge of the trees, stood a tall, cloaked figure wearing a dark mask that completely covered his face. My heart caught in my chest. Finally. It had to be him—the one I’d met in the forest that day.
“I assume you’re here to learn more about the rebel team?” he asked.
“What’s with the mask?” I blurted out as I slid down from Charizard’s back.
He tilted his head. “That’s right, you saw my face back then,” he said distantly. “I hadn’t been planning on picking up any recruits that day, so I didn’t take care to hide my identity. Everyone else I approached only saw me in this.”
It felt a bit strange being stared at by someone whose face I couldn’t see. Then again, even without being able to see his face, I still couldn’t help feeling like I was being x-rayed. Just like when I’d looked into those icy blue eyes of his back then.
I glanced around at the fields surrounding us. “Why’d we have to meet way out here anyway?”
“There could have been Rockets staking out the pier,” he replied simply, like he’d had the answer ready. “Even if they couldn’t see my face, they could still have targeted you. Charizard will drop you off at the Pokécenter so you won’t be followed,” he said, gesturing to the fire lizard.
“Huh…” I hadn’t thought of that. It was the sort of thing I’d have to start thinking about if I didn’t want to get captured again.
“First of all, I need to make sure you’re willing to go through with this.”
His words were like a sudden splash of water in my face. A reminder that I’d come here to sign up for something deathly serious.
“I, well… after you first told me about it, I wasn’t so sure,” I admitted. “That was because I didn’t think I could do anything, but…” My voice trailed off. I wasn’t exactly doing the best job at selling myself.
The masked trainer considered me for some time. “I don’t want anyone joining because it sounds interesting and then quitting after they realize that there’s danger involved,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “Of course, I’m not going to throw you into the fire until you’ve been trained. But one way or another, this is going to test your resolve.” His voice was cold. Even though he had probably said this same thing to all of his potential recruits, for some reason I felt like a perfect target for it.
And yet… I’d already been through danger with Team Rocket, and I still wanted to do this. That had to count for something, right?
I took a deep breath. “I… I can’t just ignore what happened that day. I want to be able to make a difference.” I hoped he didn’t notice the slight quiver in my voice.
A few seconds passed. “Alright,” he said, pulling a small, stiff sheet of paper out of his coat and handing it to me. I took it and skimmed the text. No way… this was…
“This is a boarding pass for the S.S. Anne?” I said, staring blankly at him.
He nodded. “That’s where I’m having the recruits gather.”
My eyes slid back to the paper, as if expecting it to evaporate. “You’re really just giving tickets to everyone who’s joining the rebel team?”
“I told those in charge of the ship that I wanted specialty invites for the Pokémon trainer’s party on board and then bought eighty of them.”
I gawked at him. “Holy crap, you must be rich.”
“I wouldn’t be starting something like this if I weren’t prepared,” he said simply. “Still, I spent most of my extra funds on the tickets and renting the stadium we’ll be using as headquarters.”
“Which is where…?” I asked.
“That’s classified until you arrive.”
I hesitated. “But then… how will we get there without anyone knowing? Couldn’t we be followed?”
“I’ve arranged for an invite-only event onboard the ship. Anyone who completes it will be teleported to the headquarters in secret.”
“You mean like a test?”
“That’s the idea.”
A test… I already found myself wanting to know what kind of test, but something told me he wasn’t going to say. But that wasn’t the only question I’d had…
“You said you were recruiting beginning trainers,” I began, “but why? Why not more experienced ones? Wouldn’t they stand a better chance against Team Rocket?” My mind drifted back to the way Ajia had battled. If we had someone like her with us…
He paused, mulling the question over. “I suppose I just preferred having a blank slate to work with. I want to train you all from scratch in the battling style that will be most useful for our missions, instead of forcing an experienced trainer to relearn everything.”
I… guess that made sense. It still seemed a bit weird, but I didn’t feel like I could say anything against it.
“It sounds like I’ll be seeing you with the others. Charizard will take you back to the city now.”
This was it. This was really happening.
“Yeah. I guess I’ll see you later, then,” I said, climbing onto Charizard’s back once more. But before it could take off, a random thought struck me. “Hey! What’s your name?”
He paused to consider the question. “I suppose you guys will need something to call me…” He turned away, and the last thing he said before Charizard lifted off was, “Stalker.”
Stalker… dodgy name for someone who wasn’t exactly free of suspicion himself. Still, when going against Team Rocket, it probably wasn’t best to reveal too much. So as much as I wanted to know more, I’d have to be patient.
I gazed out over the harbor as Charizard flew, my thoughts swimming with both anticipation and anxiety, and the realization that I was now definitely bound to this crazy, spur-of-the-moment adventure. I had long since given up my opportunity to return home and put things right from the moment they had first gone very wrong in the forest that day.
But that didn’t matter anymore. There was no turning back now, and in a weird sort of way, I didn’t mind.
~End Chapter 5~
Allllright, I think here's a good point to let everyone know that I love any and all speculation on this fic. Go nuts. :)
Also, the following post contains a bonus scene that didn't fit in this chapter!
This is the first of several extras in the fic—scenes that either didn’t fit in the chapter, would throw off the pacing, or require a POV other than Jade. This scene didn't really fit in Chapter 5, and was actually written many years later, after I’d finished the entirely of Book 1. This fact shows from the obvious shift in writing style (much closer to my modern style) and the dramatic irony that was aimed at people who had already read the outcome of Jade’s journey.
But since it’s intended to take place not long after Jade arrived in Vermilion, I’m posting it here chronologically.
~Chapter 5 Extra: The Phone Call~
What was I doing? Why did I think this was a good idea again?
My shoes repeatedly tapped the carpeted floor of the Vermilion Pokécenter while I continued my staring contest with the videophone. I was lucky the center even had a videophone. Lots of places didn’t carry ‘em since pretty much every trainer had a Gear these days. For years, I’d stubbornly insisted I didn’t want one if I couldn’t be trainer, but I was kind of wishing I hadn’t done that now.
But that was beside the point. I couldn’t just leave on an impromptu journey off to fight Rockets who-knows-where and expect it not to bite me in the rear if I didn’t call home first. The last thing I needed was for my face to be on every missing kid list in Kanto.
That was what motivated me to finally put the coins into the console and dial my home phone number. The seconds that ticked by with the dial tone seemed to drag on for an eternity. Twice I fought back the urge to slam the end call button. But no, I had to do this.
And then my mom’s face appeared on the screen, flushed with worry that immediately melted into relief.
“Jade! I was starting to worry. You know I don’t mind you going out biking all day with Rudy, but I’d like a check-in if you’re going to be—” She paused, frowning. “Are you… in a Pokémon Center?”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
Why? To make this phone call. It wasn’t as if I could stay here without a license. But that wasn’t much of an explanation. So I steeled myself as hard as I could and opened my mouth to say the five words I’d been practicing for the last hour which suddenly felt impossible to actually say:
“I’m going on a Pokémon journey.”
There it was. I’d made my decision hours ago, when talking to Ajia, but saying it now made it feel that much more real.
My mom raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
I nodded, forcing my face to look way more confident than I felt. “Yeah.”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” she asked in that calm, parental, “I’ll humor you even though you have no idea what you’re saying,” kind of way.
“Well, uh… we both know I’m never gonna pass the test. So, I decided that the best way to learn all that stuff was to experience it myself in the real world. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”
My mom gave an exasperated sigh. “Alright, that’s a good joke, but I’m coming to get you now. Which Pokécenter are you at? It better not be the northside one, you know I don’t like it when you and Rudy bike over there.”
“I’m, uh, in Vermilion City.”
The amusement slowly faded as it dawned on her that I wasn’t joking, and had already taken this idea way further than I should have for just some dumb joke.
“Are you serious? You don’t even have any Pokémon for protection, and—”
“Yes I do!” I immediately shot back.
My mom paused, processing what I’d just said. “You took Swift, didn’t you?”
I nodded eagerly, glad to have proven my point.
She sighed. “Having a Pidgey doesn’t make me that much more comfortable with you being on your own.”
“I’ve got a Charmander and a Pikachu too.” Did I? Did I really have a Pikachu? He was unconscious. I was sure he’d run off the instant he woke up. And yet…
Mom frowned. “How did you catch them?”
“Rudy gave me a Pokéball,” I said. “And plenty of kids travel around with a Charmander for protection, so it’s not a big deal.” Wow, I sure sounded a lot more confident than I felt.
“Well, it’s nice that you don’t think so, but yes, Jade, this is a big deal.” And there it was. The inevitable shutdown that bypassed everything.
“I’m gonna be hanging out with a bunch of other kids!” I immediately protested. “It’ll be safe because there’s a lot of us and we’ve all got Pokémon.” God, I sounded like a twelve-year-old, and I knew it, but I almost didn’t care. Almost.
“How did you meet all of them?”
I paused. “There was this one kid who’s really good at training, and he’s been gathering this big group to help train all of us.”
‘Kid’ was maybe not the best way to describe the Charizard guy, who was clearly at least eighteen or nineteen. Sure sounded a heck of a lot less dodgy, though.
My mom exhaled slowly. “Jade… it’s one thing to spend the day away from home, but this is a little more extreme than that. Have you really thought this through? Where will you sleep? How will you buy food? I can’t exactly put money in a trainer account if you don’t have one.”
I clenched my fists, willing myself not to back down. “I’m just gonna be camping out with the rest of the kids at the trainer grounds, so I don’t need to stay in the Pokémon Center.” Well… it was just gonna be me at the campsite for now… but the other kids that he’d recruited would be here soon, right? “And, and for food, I’ve got my birthday savings.” Actually, the Rockets had stolen all my money, but it wasn’t as if I didn’t have a plan to replace it—that TM I’d stolen from them was pretty valuable, after all.
She folded her arms. “And what if you get caught?”
I paused. That hadn’t occurred to me yet, but… “I’d just get sent home and put on probation, right? I’d be no worse off than I already am.” Hey, it wasn’t as if I didn’t remember anything from the League unit in class. Just not enough to pass the test.
My mom put a hand to her face, still struggling with the enormity of this revelation. “How… how did you even get to Vermilion?”
“Ajia gave me a ride. And that’s where the training group is meeting up.”
“Ajia’s in on this too?” she asked with a weary look. “I was expecting Rudy, but I thought she was a better influence than that.” My mom sighed deeply, taking off her glasses. “Well, I’m glad you’ve at least put some thought into all of this. But there’s a right way to do it, and this? This isn’t it.”
“What is the right way, then? Waiting until I’m old and I can’t even do it because I’m too busy with adult stuff?” Oh geez, now the emotions were rushing to my face. I could feel my cheeks heating up and a prickle at the corners of my eyes.
My mom’s face relaxed. “Jade. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to go on a Pokémon journey when you’re a kid. It’s probably one of the most important parts of growing up. But you’ve got to get your license first.”
“I’m never gonna get a license if I just stay in Viridian and fail the test every year. Doing it for real is a way better way for me to learn all this stuff firsthand,” I insisted.
For several seconds, neither of us said anything. I couldn’t tell what my mom what thinking. Her expression didn’t give any indication.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so serious about anything in your life.”
Of course I was serious about it. I’d wanted this ever since Starr left. Wanted it even more when Ajia left. With each passing month, the odds of being able to go on a journey felt more and more distant. And now, with the opportunity to join the anti-Rocket team handed to me on a silver platter, I could actually learn from a master trainer, and have the chance to put those skills to use actually helping save Legendary Pokémon. I could stop wasting my time at home and actually make a difference in the world.
“I always thought, if getting your license meant so much to you, you would have…” My mom shook her head, ignoring that thought. Then she fixed me with a hard stare. “Do you know where the nearest League office is?”
I sat up straight. “I could look it up on the internet.”
“If I let you go through with this crazy plan of yours, you can’t just train Pokémon illegally forever. You can only do this if you go take the exam and get your license the moment you think you’re ready.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “Yes! Definitely!”
“And that doesn’t mean just putting it off forever, either. I know how you can be.” What was that supposed to mean? “I want to see you with a license by your fifteenth birthday, otherwise you’re coming straight home, you hear me?”
I nodded even more vigorously as my entire body suddenly felt lighter than air. This was real. This was actually happening. I was starting a Pokémon journey. Finally.
My mom’s expression softened, just a bit. “You know, I would’ve preferred if you’d told me this plan before you’d just gone and done it,” she said, shaking her head.
“I wasn’t planning on dropping it out of nowhere like this,” I admitted. “It just sort of… happened. And before I knew it, I was… out here.”
“Just don’t expect me to cover for you if the League sends your butt back to Viridian, alright?” she added, bringing back the hard stare. “You get put on probation, that means no license until you’re sixteen, got it?”
I nodded.
“And I want updates on how your training is going. This is supposed to be a learning experience, isn’t it?”
I grinned. “Sure, I can do that.”
“Lastly… stay safe, alright?”
And for the first moment since I’d scored this victory, I felt my face falter just a bit. “Safe.” My mind flashed back to the moment that had kickstarted all of this. Kidnapped. Fighting for my life aboard a Rocket jet. And now I was becoming a trainer solely to learn how to fight back against the Rockets, which would no doubt involve even more deadly situations. It was probably the least safe thing I could imagine. But to stop them from capturing the Legendaries and taking over our entire region… it was worth it.
Real talk, I know that in the past apparently people hated when fics had an early breather chapter, but geez, I really needed this. I think this was the first chapter that I actually felt like I was able to actually ground myself and get to know everyone a little more, or at least Jade. Hoo. So far, this is my favorite chapter, and maybe I'm biased by saying that, but it's definitely something that I hope can happen between the action chapters.
Wow, what a time skip. A lot can happen in three weeks that I feel were a bit glossed over. Bonding with Fierstorm, maybe talking to Pikachu or wondering where he went, or something? Hopefully that gets alluded to or something.
Okay so... is it just me, or is this an arc line? I'm not sure if I'm remembering wrong, but I think this came up, like, twice so far in the past few chapters, maybe three times. I think I'm gonna keep an eye out for this line in the future, just in case that wasn't a coincidence.
Real talk, I know that in the past apparently people hated when fics had an early breather chapter, but geez, I really needed this. I think this was the first chapter that I actually felt like I was able to actually ground myself and get to know everyone a little more, or at least Jade. Hoo. So far, this is my favorite chapter, and maybe I'm biased by saying that, but it's definitely something that I hope can happen between the action chapters.
Man, it's still wild to hear you say, since this is one of my least favorites. It never occurred to me that the plane arc could feel overwhelming, especially since there were lengthy gaps in both chapters 2 and 3 with no action at all. Well, I can say the majority of the Rocket chapters from here on tend to lean more toward suspense than action--there's a lot more hiding and sneaking around.
Wow, what a time skip. A lot can happen in three weeks that I feel were a bit glossed over. Bonding with Fierstorm, maybe talking to Pikachu or wondering where he went, or something? Hopefully that gets alluded to or something.
Okay so... is it just me, or is this an arc line? I'm not sure if I'm remembering wrong, but I think this came up, like, twice so far in the past few chapters, maybe three times. I think I'm gonna keep an eye out for this line in the future, just in case that wasn't a coincidence.
You know, I hadn't thought of it before, but yeah, it kind of is. This fic is going to involve a lot of Jade questioning whether this fight is worth it.
Time for the S.S Anne arc! This one is a lot better than the plane arc for a lot of reasons, the main one being how much better-researched it was. I spent a truly ridiculous amount of time researching ship layouts, engine rooms, emergency protocol, etc, and my browser was stuck with fifty ship tabs open for well over a month.
~Chapter 6: Aboard the S.S. Anne~
February, 5 years ago
“Alright, I admit it, I’m lost.”
A groan came from the phone. “Are you serious, Jade?”
I screwed my eyes shut, not wanting to look at the phone. I knew she’d be upset.
Starr let out a frustrated sigh. “How did you even… didn’t you get a ride?”
“I rode my bike,” I mumbled. “I thought it would be cool if I found my way by myself, so I told my mom I didn’t need a ride because it wasn’t that far, and then…” My voice trailed off.
Starr didn’t say anything. It was a good thing she couldn’t see my face burning with embarrassment.
“I was excited to finally get to see your house,” I added quietly. “It sounds really nice.” She had a huuuge TV and a pool and a million snacks.
“I gave you the address—can’t you just look it up on your phone?” Starr asked.
“I don’t have my own phone, remember?” Mom said I was too young for one. Usually I didn’t care, except for right now.
Starr was quiet for a while. “Are you calling from the Pokécenter or something?” she finally asked.
I paused. “Yeah.”
“Alright. I’ll be there in five minutes.” And then the call ended.
I blinked in confusion. She was coming here? And so soon? I wasn’t sure what to make of that, so I just went outside and sat down on the bench. It was a cold day. Another reason why trying to go by myself was a dumb idea.
Five minutes later, I heard a clip-clop sound coming from down the road and looked up to see a Ponyta trotting toward me. And Starr was riding on its back.
“Whoa!” I called out, jumping up from the bench. “Where’d he come from?”
“He’s my mom’s,” Starr said as Ponyta stopped in front of me. “I go riding with him twice a week.” Right, she had mentioned getting riding lessons before.
I reached out and ran my hand down Ponyta’s neck. His fur was warm. I was a bit worried about getting too close to his mane, but the flames were just a warm tickle. It felt nice compared to the cold air.
“Sorry to make you come get me,” I mumbled, glancing away.
Starr rubbed the back of her head. “Look, don’t worry about it, okay? You ready to eat way too much popcorn and candy?”
I brightened a little. “Yeah!”
Starr gave Ponyta a pat on the neck, and he took off down the road at a trot. I followed them on my bike, finally starting to feel better.
“It’s really cool that your parents finally let you have friends visit,” I said. I’d never even seen her parents.
Starr glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. “They’re not home.”
Today
The S.S. Anne was huge. It towered over everything else around it, which was saying something, as the rest of the cargo ships that frequented Vermilion harbor were the biggest I had ever seen. (Not that I’d ever been to a port town this large before, but still.) I had to crane my neck upwards just to get a look at the uppermost deck and the orange-rimmed smokestacks rising from the top.
I’d been standing in line for the S.S. Anne for about half an hour and still found myself staring at the ship. But then again, it was mostly to distract myself from the anxiety of having to stand in such a large bustling crowd. Adding to the anxiety was the experimental Pikachu, who stood at my heels with an indifferent sort of expression like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t following me, even though he clearly wasn’t here with anyone else.
I was kind of afraid to question him at this point, as I couldn’t afford any unpredictable reactions with all these people surrounding us. Honestly, I didn’t even know if someone stepping on his tail would be enough to send him into a violent rage. It was a valid concern given how often people were shuffled between lines, getting bags checked and Pokémon registered and ID cleared and—oh crap.
It hit me like a brick to the forehead. I had no ID on me whatsoever. No Pokédex, no passport, no anything. This single realization managed to instantly shove any vague concerns about Pikachu clean out of my head. What would they even do if they encountered someone trying to get on board with no ID? I couldn’t possibly be arrested for that, could I? My eyes immediately flew to the security staff. And then, if it were possible, my stomach melted into even more of a black hole. I was carrying Pokémon inside Pokéballs without a license. That was definitely illegal. But if I left now, staying in Vermilion would have been entirely pointless. This had felt like my one chance to get out into the world and do something.
“Boarding pass?”
Oh crap, now I was done for. I hadn’t even noticed that I was now first in line. For several seconds I just stared at the woman at the check-in stand, completely unsure of what to do, or if it would even make sense to run away now before they could find out I had Pokémon without a license.
To anyone watching, the dread on my face probably looked ridiculous. My legs seemed to move without me telling them to. One step, then another, and I was at the check-in booth. At this point I didn’t know what else to do but hand my ticket to the woman behind the stand. She paused slightly before looking it over, apparently a bit confused by my behavior.
“Ah, specialty invite. You’ll be joining that line over there.” She pointed off to the right, at a much smaller line in front of a different entry staircase onto the ship.
I blinked stupidly, unable to do anything but take my boarding pass back from her and mutter a distracted, “Thanks.”
My footsteps were somewhat shaky as I wandered away from the main registration lines and down the pier toward the separate check-in booth. I glanced down at the boarding pass in my hand, vaguely recalling how Stalker had mentioned that it was a specialty invite. Still, with my luck, this had probably only delayed the inevitable ID check. I craned my neck to get a better look at the people in the front of the line, and if they needed to show ID, but I couldn’t quite tell from this angle.
The people in this line were almost all my age or younger. But while I felt awkward and out of place, everyone else was chatting excitedly about the upcoming trainer’s party. They didn’t have to worry about being found out, or sent back home. That’s what it meant to be a real trainer.
…Were any of them recruits for the rebel team? Would I see them after we arrived at our destination, wherever that was?
After several minutes, I reached the front of the line. The uniformed man at the check-in booth gave a welcoming smile, and I attempted to look like I wasn’t dreading what would happen next as I set my boarding pass on the table. The attendant scanned it into a machine and then typed something for a bit.
“Are you a Pokémon trainer?” he asked.
This was it. The moment of truth.
“…Yes?” I said tentatively, wincing.
“I’ll need to have the Pokémon you’re bringing onto the ship recorded here.”
I paused. I hadn’t been expecting that. “Er, Charmander, Pidgey, and Pikachu.”
The man typed a bit more, and then a small printer next to the computer spat out a plastic card. He hooked it onto a cord and handed it to me along with an instruction booklet.
“This is the card key for your room and we request that you wear it at all times during your stay. Welcome to the S.S. Anne.”
And that was it. That was all it took for me to be admitted onto the ship. My mind was frozen in a stupefied shock as I slowly walked away from the check-in booth and approached the giant metal staircase that led up into the ship.
“They… they didn’t check ID?”
I didn’t even realize I had said it out loud until the kid behind me in line said, “Yeah, specialty invites aren’t pre-registered or anything, so they don’t need to.”
I jumped a bit at his voice, as I hadn’t been expecting a reply. Then I immediately had to banish the look of intense guilt from my face as I turned to face him. He was a small and skinny kid, maybe twelve or thirteen, with straight, dirty-blond hair that fell to his ears and light blue eyes. He gave me a bit of a searching look, like he was trying to figure something out. “What did you do?”
I stared blankly. “Huh?”
“You just have this look like you did something wrong.” He laughed slightly. “What is it? Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
Great, just what I needed—some random kid interrogating me. I racked my brain for the best explanation that wouldn’t give anything away.
“I just… thought they’d do a Pokéball inspection, and right now I don’t have one for my Pikachu.”
He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s a trainer’s party, they don’t mind if Pokémon are out and about, so long as they’re not too big. Weren’t you paying attention when they announced all of this?”
No, I really hadn’t. I had been too busy wondering if my Pikachu was going to kill anyone or not.
“By the way, I like your Pikachu. He looks cool.”
I didn’t bother to point out that he wasn’t actually mine, as my previous statement had sort of made it seem like he was. And really, what else could I say? No, sorry, this isn’t my Pikachu; he’s a violent half-Legendary genetic experiment that sort of just decided to follow me around.
The kid raised an eyebrow. “You’re kind of weird, you know that? I’m guessing you either you have a lot bothering you or you just don’t like talking. Try to have fun at the party, m’kay? I’ll see ya later.” Here he lowered his voice to a whisper and said, “Or maybe at the place where we’re all going, yeah?”
I blinked, unsure of how to respond. We had just reached the top of the staircase and were now taking our first step into the S.S. Anne. The kid gave a light wave before walking off. I waved absentmindedly, still caught off guard by what he’d said. So that confirmed it—there definitely were other recruits here.
I took several slow, uncertain steps into the main entry lobby, immediately floored by how massive it was. I never really had any expectation for what the inside of a cruise ship would be like—it was a lot like a fancy hotel lobby, with bright red carpet and massive circular staircases winding their way up past rows and rows of elaborate wooden banisters. At the far end of the room, several uniformed crew members were standing on a podium and directing the passengers around. The room had to be filled with nearly a thousand people already, and there were still others entering from the registered passenger entrance to the left. It didn’t seem like we’d be able to leave the room until everyone had finished boarding, so I found the nearest staircase and walked up to the second level so there’d be more room in the entrance.
After about twenty minutes, a voice finally rang out over the intercom. “Welcome to the S.S. Anne! We all hope you enjoy you have a fun and relaxing stay on our inter-regional cruise, no matter where your destination may be. We will now take a moment to relay the mandatory safety briefing before leaving port. This ship is specially designed to accommodate and entertain Pokémon trainers, and as such…”
For the rest of the hour, the crew explained the rules of the ship, gave a brief rundown of what events would be taking place, and demonstrated what to do in an emergency—where the exits were located, how to use the personal flotation devices, stuff like that. Finally, after what felt like forever, the crowd was dismissed and we were free to roam about the ship. Almost immediately, life returned to the crowd as everyone in the lobby began chattering excitedly, making their way to the doors that led to the rest of the ship.
I had no idea where I wanted to start. The idea of participating in one of the many trainer’s events just felt awkward since I wasn’t a real trainer. I mean sure, they probably wouldn’t check ID since it wasn’t an official tournament or anything, but it still felt weird. I’d have to shake that feeling if I ever wanted to learn how to battle, but it didn’t want to leave.
I unfolded the info booklet and browsed the list of events. Even if I couldn’t work up the nerve to enter any of them, they would at least be entertaining to watch. My eyes settled on the special event starting tomorrow morning. Apparently, there would be an exclusive challenge open only to invite holders. Would that be when we found out more about the rebel team?
As I read, I couldn’t help glancing down at Pikachu more often than before. He was staring intently into the crowd on the floor below us. Every few seconds his ears twitched.
I sighed and forced myself to look away. Come on, enough already. Everything was going to be fine.
~~~~~~~~~~
Everything was not fine.
My heart was pounding and my breath racing as I charged away from the battle I’d been watching. I kept my pace to a fast walk to avoid looking suspicious, despite the fact that I wanted to scream.
Pikachu had stayed by my side the whole time while I got food and browsed a shop—why had he disappeared now?! Just when I’d gotten comfortable and thought I could watch a battle all the way through without checking on him every thirty seconds. Had he seriously just been waiting for a chance? But really, he could have left at any time—whether I saw him do it was irrelevant. So why now?
What was I supposed to do? My violent, unstable Pikachu was now loose because I was an idiot with no Pokéball for him. I didn’t even want to think about what they’d do if a trainer’s Pokémon attacked someone on board the ship. It was stupid for me to even bring him with me—what on earth had I been thinking? Granted, it wasn’t so much that I was keeping him as that I was afraid to tell him to leave. But that fact didn’t really make me feel any better.
Alright, had to find Pikachu now. Where could he have gone? My fingers were almost a blur as I unfolded the info booklet and skimmed the map of the S.S. Anne, desperately hoping for a clue. The ship’s entry level was the middle deck, on the same level as the restaurants, shops, lounges, and dance room. Just above was the Pokémon Center, small arenas, contest hall, spa and suites. The lower decks held the engine room and all of the basic cabins and none of this was helpful, argh.
I folded up the booklet and shoved it into my bag before storming off in a hurry, attempting to navigate the crowded halls. I found my way back to the main lobby pretty quickly and took a turn for the front of the ship—that seemed like as good as any place to start.
Working my way through groups of passengers, I scanned all of the shops and training areas one after the other, stopping just long enough to get a good look at each one. It quickly became obvious that between all the trainers and the sheer number of areas, if he was trying to hide, there was almost no chance of finding him. I could only hope that hiding wasn’t his goal. Then again, I didn’t want him out in the open where it’d be more likely for someone to run into him either.
This never would have happened if I’d just told him to go be free in the wild. I’d been afraid to say it the whole time. But did I even have a reason to be so afraid? He hadn’t attacked me or anything yet. I just didn’t know.
At some point I made a wrong turn and found myself near the back of the ship, in a hallway devoid of passengers with only the occasional crewman walking past. I was about to turn around when it hit me. All of the areas I had searched were packed with people. And yeah, I’d been most worried about him hurting someone, but… what if he was avoiding people after all?
My brain latched onto that hope and wouldn’t let go, so I pressed on toward the back of the ship, passing scattered crew members as I went. I glanced down each hallway branching off from mine one after the other, most of them leading towards lounges or souvenir shops. I didn’t see him anywhere.
“So much for that…” I muttered, turning around in all directions. I was just about to head back; it was my only option at this point, but then—
I caught a glimpse of yellow out of the corner of my eye and spun around. Standing at the edge of a doorway was a Pikachu—the very spiky-furred hybrid Pikachu I was looking for.
“There you are!” I called out, running towards him and feeling more relief than I had in a long time. His eyes flickered in my direction but otherwise he didn’t seem concerned with my arrival.
My footsteps slowed as I neared him, and it struck me that I’d have to do something about what had happened. Not later, now. I’d been putting off talking to him, and it couldn’t wait. Even if I was dreading his reaction.
“We need to talk. Now.” Even as I forced my voice to sound firm, I couldn’t help wincing. There was no way he wouldn’t hate being ordered around. But this wasn’t a situation where I could afford to seem weak-willed.
The hybrid glanced at me over his shoulder, looking more annoyed than angry. “*Does it have to be now?*”
I stared at him incredulously. “Kind of, yeah!”
My fists were clenched, my heart pounding. Part of me still expected him to get angry, to lash out. But he didn’t; he just gave me a hard stare for several seconds, then turned his back to me. I stood blankly, not sure what I expected him to do next, but he didn’t move. Was he… waiting for me? Hard as it was to believe?
Hesitantly, I knelt beside him. “Alright, so…” How exactly was I supposed to start this? I still felt uneasy around him, but the fact that he hadn’t done anything yet made it hard to put into words.
“I honestly have no idea what to think of you. I don’t know why you’ve stayed with me. I don’t know if it’s safe to have you around other people, and I’m constantly worried that you’ll, like, attack someone.”
His fur bristled, and I half expected him to whirl around and snap at me. But he didn’t, so I kept going: “There’s no reason why I should assume you aren’t dangerous to bring around people. And… I can’t have you with me if I don’t know what to expect,” I finished somewhat awkwardly.
For the longest time, Pikachu didn’t give any indication that he was even going to reply. Finally—without looking at me—he said, slowly and meticulously, “*I didn’t give you a reason for staying with you because I hadn’t decided why. I don’t owe you a reason. So you can stop acting like I’m some kind of mindless, raging monster.*”
I blinked. “Wh…” A wave of guilt hit me, but then… no. No, I had to be firm on this. Even though I was already starting to question myself.
“I wasn’t trying to treat you like one, it’s just… you haven’t given me any reason to think that you’re not. All I’ve got to go off is what you were like on the plane.” Violently lashing out at everyone around him and trying to break a window to kill us all.
“And besides,” I went on, “if you’re going to be staying with me, then I want a reason. You can’t just follow me around forever without my say-so.”
Again, he spoke slowly, with a deliberate emphasis on each word: “*You’re not in control of me. Why should my actions concern you?*”
“What? It doesn’t have anything to do with control. If you’re with me, then I’m responsible for you, that’s why. Why on earth would I think that I was in control of you?” The idea was almost laughable.
At that point, he finally turned to face me, his expression unreadable. I had no idea how he felt about my words until he said, “*You’re strange.*”
I stared blankly. His piercing, hawk-like eyes stared back. I was just about to come up with a reply when he continued, “*Or maybe I just need to learn more about humans. You’re not all the same.*”
I really had no idea how to respond to a statement like that.
“*I still don’t have a reason for why I followed you, but…*”—he closed his eyes—“*what you saw of me on the plane… that wasn’t normal.*”
I exhaled slowly. Alright. That was a good sign. And it did match up with what I’d seen of him the past two weeks. He’d been cold and elusive and aggressive… but he hadn’t actually attacked anyone. So even though I had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth… I still felt like I could trust him more now. At least a little bit.
“Well… thanks for that… Pikachu,” I told him.
His ears twitched. “*Don’t call me that.*”
I hesitated. “Do you want me to call you number nine like the Rockets—”
“*Anything but that,*” he immediately cut in. “*And I do have a name. I only ever used it with… But that doesn’t matter now… Call me Chibi.*”
I couldn’t help cracking a smile. Chibi? The name sounded sort of… small and cute. Not really fitting for his personality.
He glared a bit at my reaction. “*What’s so funny?*”
“Nothing, nothing,” I said, not wanting to ruin the moment, since it must have taken some amount of trust for him to be willing to tell me his name.
“*So, you’re going to show me the world outside of Team Rocket.*” It was a statement, not a request.
“I… guess I am?” I said with a bit of uncertainty.
Chibi nodded. “*Alright then.*”
I stood to my feet, a wave of relief washing over me. “Well… should we attend the party now? You’d get to battle—and it wouldn’t be for your life or your freedom or anything,” I added with a half-smile.
The Pikachu’s expression hardened. “*That would be nice. But there’s something you should know. The reason I left—I saw someone I recognized.*”
It took several seconds for the implication to sink in. “But… you were created by…” My voice trailed off. He’d never been around any humans other than Rockets, had he.
“*What’s more…*” he continued. “*I overheard some kids reporting that their friends had gone missing.*”
I stared at him in disbelief. They’d found us. The Rockets had found us before we’d even gathered together as a team. Before we’d even started training to oppose them.
“You… you can’t be serious,” I finally managed.
“*Come on,*” Chibi said, turning to walk further down the hallway. “*Before you found me, I was searching for them. I want to find out what they’re doing here.*”
It was obvious he was going to look into this with or without me. My legs were on autopilot as I shuffled after him, my mind still reeling with shock. It didn’t seem possible. He had to have made a mistake. But I didn’t dare question him as I followed—I could only desperately hope that we wouldn’t find anyone.
The hybrid walked several yards ahead of me, stopping at each corner to glance in all directions before motioning that it was safe to follow. His expression was wary, but calm and collected at the same time—it had the effect of calming me, in any case. Chibi knew what he was doing. I had to put my trust in that.
And then the Pikachu’s ears stood bolt upright. His eyes focused with laser intensity onto a supply closet before he bounded over to press a black-tipped ear against it. Not more than second later, he motioned for me to join him. My stomach twisted into a knot instantly. This was it. No losing my cool now. I cautiously tiptoed forward and put my ear to the door as well.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’ve never heard of anyone called Stalker and I don’t know anything about any rebels!” a voice cried out. A young voice—couldn’t have been any older than thirteen.
“That’s what everyone we’ve asked has said. Why should we believe you?” This one was a lot older. Mid-thirties at least.
“Because it’s the truth!” The voice was now growing desperate. “I’m just here for the trainer’s party! Why else would I be here? And if there really are dangerous rebels hanging around, then shouldn’t everyone know about it?!”
So they were interrogating passengers. This had to be why Chibi overheard some kids reporting missing friends. How many Rockets were elsewhere on the ship, kidnapping more trainers?
Several seconds passed. I could almost hear my heart thumping, and part of me was afraid they’d hear it through the door. Footsteps paced back and forth inside the room, until finally—
“Knock her out, Machoke.” The voice was dripping with disappointment. I winced as I felt the dull thud of an impact vibrate across the floor.
A second Rocket, younger than the first, sighed. “This is the fourth kid who’s had no idea what the hell is going on. Starting to think this is a lost cause.”
The first one chuckled. “Don’t let any executives hear ya say that.”
“There are hundreds of trainers on board for the party,” the second countered, sounding frustrated. “Even if the rebels are here, what’re the odds we’d find one? We can’t possibly question everyone without giving ourselves away.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like we can just pass up this opportunity. You should’ve seen it—the head execs were freaking out when they heard that the guy organizing this was going around calling himself ‘Stalker.’”
The younger Rocket gave an unimpressed snort. “Yeah, that narrows it down. Wasn’t it all but proven that the original Stalker was multiple people? I mean, I know that all happened before I joined, but—”
“That’s just the point. We have no idea who it is, and that’s why we can’t afford to ignore him. Whoever it is knows about the revolt. He could be a deserter. He could be the former commander. Do you have any idea how important that is? If there’s even a chance we could get him, or any of the others working with him, we can’t ignore it.”
The revolt? Former commander? Tyson had mentioned something like that at the Viridian base, but I hadn’t paid it any mind at the time.
Chibi nudged me with his elbow. “*So you and the rest of the potential recruits aren’t their concern,*” he whispered. “*They’re trying to flush out the leader, or anyone in his group.*”
“Huh. Well, from all the times I talked with him, it seemed like he was doing this alone. I don’t even think he’s on the ship right now.”
“*That’s good for us. They can’t act too suspiciously or else risk tipping him off and losing their chance to get him. But they can’t just do nothing. They’ve got the disadvantage here. And if I know the Rockets, they wouldn’t have started this mission without a fallback in case things didn’t go as planned.*”
Just then, I heard a buzzing sound like a text message alert, followed by one of the Rockets rummaging through a pocket. A few seconds passed in silence. Suddenly, the older Rocket let out a low whistle. “Well then! Looks like one of our teammates caught one!” My heart jumped into my throat.
“Really? Did they get any info?”
“…Doesn’t look like it. Sounds like the rebels were kept in the dark about everything. The kid doesn’t know the leader’s real name, where they’re going, what they’ll be doing. Can’t really say I’m surprised.”
The younger one groaned. “So this was all for nothing?”
“It’s too early to say that. Once we get everything set up tonight, the leader will have no choice but to reveal himself. And if he doesn’t, we can just end the threat anyway. Now come on, let’s meet up with the others.”
Chibi leaped back from the door at once, jerking his head in the opposite direction and taking off for the nearest corner. I scrambled to my feet as quietly as I could and jumped after him, ducking out of sight the instant before the door swung open.
Now that I got a good look at the two Rockets, I couldn’t help but stare—both of them were dressed as crew members. No wonder Chibi was the only one to notice them. And with a sinking feeling, it hit me—I wouldn’t be able to warn the crew that Rockets had infiltrated their ranks. How could I know that the person I reported it to wouldn’t be a Rocket themselves?
Chibi was fixated on the two Rockets now walking away from us. I gave him a puzzled look, but he just nodded sharply to himself. And then without warning, the hybrid shot forward in a blink, unleashing a blast of lightning at the older of the two. I didn’t move from my spot on the tile floor. I could only stare in horror as the man gave an awful, garbled cry and sank to the floor instantly.
The younger Rocket spun around with a look of terror, but the hybrid didn’t even hesitate. He lunged forward and—no, no I couldn’t watch. But the sound of the man’s screaming still gripped every inch of me.
Several seconds passed. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes a crack. The Rocket was cowering against the wall, and—what on earth was Chibi doing?
“Chibi?! What—?” My words just died.
“*Tell me your mission!*” he demanded. The experiment was standing on the Rocket’s chest, holding a brightly glowing tail right up to his neck. The young man was shaking all over, eyes wide and pleading.
“W-what do you want from me?!” he yelled. “I’m just a grunt!”
Chibi hesitated slightly, raising an eyebrow in confusion. After several seconds, realization crossed his face. He turned to me and called out, “*Translate for me!*”
“What?”
“*Come on, we need this information!*” he shouted.
I stared at him weakly, my brain too muddled to work out what he meant. Translate? Because the man didn’t know Pokéspeech?
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words felt hollow and lifeless. “What’s your mission?”
The Rocket gave a frantic glance between Chibi and me, but didn’t say anything. Chibi glared before shooting out a wave of sparks, causing the man to jerk backward and shout, “Our mission is to identify the rebels and their leader!”
“*And how do you plan to do that?!*” Again, I repeated the question.
The Rocket stared at him, sweat dripping down his face—he was clearly afraid to say too much. Chibi pressed his tail harder against the man’s neck until it was nearly digging into the flesh. God, I had no idea what move that was, but he probably could have ended the man’s life right there.
“W-we were gonna use explosives to hold the ship hostage and force the rebel leader to reveal himself,” the Rocket finally stammered out in one breath.
I jumped upon hearing hurried footsteps echo from the other end of the hallway. Was it just the crew coming to investigate the commotion, or was it more Rockets? Or both?!
“Um, Chibi, I think we need to—”
“*I hear them,*” the Pikachu said. He had just pulled a small, red and black cell phone from the man’s pocket with the label “R-com” inscribed on the front. Chibi slid the device across the floor to me, and I caught it. He then gave one last look at the captive Rocket before slamming the flat of his tail into the man’s temple and running off.
I sat there frozen, still too stunned to work through what I was supposed to do. Chibi stopped running and turned back towards me with an exasperated look on his face. “*It’s only a matter of time before the others figure out what happened here. We need to go somewhere they won’t find us!*”
I shook my head, trying clear the haze of panic and just think straight, for the love of crap! Somewhere they couldn’t find us… somewhere they couldn’t—
“My room!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet and bursting into a sprint to catch up with Chibi while grabbing the card key hanging from my neck. “It’s room B120!”
“*I saw the stairs this way!*” he called out.
We continued to race down the hallway, turning a corner leading to the elegant staircases nearest the main event room and bolting down them. I couldn’t hear if any footsteps were after us with all the battle sounds from the trainer’s party. Either way, had to keep running. I jumped two or three steps at a time, desperate to catch up with Chibi while constantly throwing frantic glances over my shoulder.
We reached the right floor and didn’t waste any time sprinting down the hallway lined with cabin rooms. Just a little bit more, and—there it was! I held my card against the scanner on the door handle, unlocked the door, threw it open, and bolted inside with Chibi before slamming it shut behind us.
I stood there, doubled over and panting hard and trying to work through if we were safe or not. This was insane—we weren’t supposed to be in danger on this ship. How did they find us already?!
My brain was too wracked by frustration and stress to think logically at this point. I threw my backpack to the floor and stumbled toward the bed, now completely lightheaded. I had no idea what to think about all of this, least of all if I should do anything or not. The whole thing was insane, and I just wanted to pretend I had never found out about it.
I vaguely realized that I’d been staring at Chibi since we got to the room. I tried to convince myself that I had no reason to be afraid of him anymore. We’d sorted things out. And now I couldn’t stop shivering just from being in the same room as him. I needed to say something—anything. For about the millionth time that night, the words wouldn’t come.
“*I know what you must think of me,*” he said.
I almost jumped. The hybrid gave me an incredulous look, and I immediately tried to rearrange my face into one that was less freaked out.
“I… just… that was kind of brutal back there.”
His expression hardened. “*They were Rockets. I did what I had to. I’ve always done what I had to.*”
I sighed. He did have a point. I didn’t like it, but it was a point. But then…
“…Does that include what happened on the plane?”
I had no idea why I said it. His eyes widened—I tensed up, expecting him to lash out. But I was completely unprepared to see him turn away with a tortured look, body quivering.
“*Don’t bring that up. Again. Ever.*”
“I… I’m sorry?”
Chibi continued to face the wall, his expression torn. Slowly, he forced his eyes shut. “*Why did I think he would have wanted…?*” He shook his head sharply. “*Never mind.*”
He didn’t say anything else after that, so it seemed best to give him a moment. His words still echoed in my mind, however. He’d done what he’d had to. Opposing Team Rocket and living through it would sometimes mean striking back at them violently. I didn’t have any reason to be bothered by that… and yet it still bothered me.
I clenched my teeth, feeling stupid—it was the sort of thing I’d have to get over during my time on the rebel team. Ajia had done it. It only made sense that I’d have to as well.
Ajia…
“Ajia!” I exclaimed, bolting upright and whipping my wallet out of my pocket to grab the small, torn piece of paper she’d written her Pokégear number on. In an instant, I grabbed the phone off the bedside table and punched in all the numbers before realizing that I didn’t have a dial tone.
Instead, a recorded voice said, “We thank you for staying aboard the S.S. Anne. If you would like to place outgoing calls during your trip, please register your bank card or trainer’s license, and you will receive the bill at the end of your—”
I slammed the phone back on the receiver and buried my face in pillows. “Great. There goes my only hope.”
“*Don’t tell me you plan on hiding in here all night,*” Chibi said, leaping onto the bed. I detected a bit of scorn in his voice.
“What else am I supposed to do? If I leave, they’ll find me. I’ll be captured, killed, whatever, end of story.”
He gave me a piercing stare. “*You don’t honestly think you can just ignore Rockets being on this ship when it’s filled with potential enemies against their cause? They want to hold the ship hostage with explosives. But you said it yourself—the rebel leader isn’t here. What do you think they’ll decide to do when they figure that out? Leave and go home? Or teach him a lesson by ending the threat right here and now?*”
Almost as if on cue, the R-com in my pocket vibrated, making me jump. I retrieved the device and tapped the main button, causing the screen to light up with a new text message.
“Primary mission potentially compromised. All agents meet at the rendezvous point immediately. Secondary mission to commence at 0300,” I read aloud.
Chibi nodded. “*Thought so. Do you still think you’ll survive the night even if you hide in here?*”
I shivered at his words, unwilling to look him in the eye. “What am I supposed to do to stop them?”
“*Anything. Whatever we can.*”
I raised an eyebrow, both incredulous and hesitant. “Are… you saying you’ll help me?”
“*If I’m with you, then I’ll be helping you. Simple as that.*”
I paused, taken aback by how straightforward he was being now. “I… wasn’t sure if you’d get angry if I asked for help. You were pretty angry about the idea of me being in control of you.” In retrospect, it made sense. He was raised by Team Rocket. Had he ever had a choice in anything at all?
The Pikachu scoffed. “*It’s only fair. And besides, humans have their uses. Even if I don’t need one to battle well.*”
He didn’t need a human to battle well? What was that supposed to mean? It was just sort of a basic fact that humans were better at strategic thinking. But I guess he wasn’t exactly a normal Pokémon.
I took a deep breath. “Alright, so we’re going to stop them.”
Chibi paused slightly, but then nodded.
We were going to stop them. I repeated it again in my head, but it still felt fake and it was hard to ignore the fact that I just plain really didn’t want to do this. I had agreed to join the rebel team knowing that my life would be in danger, but now that it actually was, I couldn’t handle it.
Chibi’s words still echoed in my head, though. No matter what, I had to do something. If I was killed while trying to stop this (I went numb just thinking about the fact that it was a very real possibility), then it didn’t matter, because if I didn’t do anything, we’d all be doomed. Yes—I kept telling myself that I had no choice. No matter what, I had to do something.
“So the mission begins at 3am,” I said, swallowing hard just to get the words out. “That’s when we’ll make our move.”
Chibi turned to face me, his expression softening. *Then I suggest you get some sleep.*”
~End Chapter 6~
A bit of a slow chapter, but at least it sets up a lot, and brings Chibi into the spotlight, finally. Oh yeah, have I mentioned his name is stupid? Yeah? Alright, just checking. (I named myself after a comic character and then I named him after the comic character too, if you’re wondering why this happened.)
I suppose your first half was on the slower side, but I think enough happened in this chapter to make up for it in the second half, all things considered. Overall, I see what you mean about this being more stealth-based than the plane arc. I'm not really sure where it's going to go or exactly how Jade will be able to pull this off with Chibi, but hey, I guess we'll see. That's one thing that has me curious about this story -- just how Jade can possibly pull it off, and, perhaps a bit tongue-in-cheek, who it will be that steps in to save her. I mean, hey, that's what's been happening the whole time so far!
Pikachu, who stood at my heels with an indifferent sort of expression like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t following me, even though he clearly wasn’t here with anyone else
This seems to happen a lot, and I feel like it's starting to wear on me. Even a little passing sentence on why she'd get that sort of hunch would be better than "a sudden [unexplained] gut feeling." Or at the very least, if this is plot relevant, a remark on why she seems to be getting these gut feelings.
Plot twist: Team Rocket is actually a team of good guys now, and they're trying to save kids from a Stalker before he takes them to a mysterious location that they have no idea about to do who-knows-what with them.
Wow, I mean, talk about going from uncontrolled anger to the Main Ace. I'm both surprised at how it happened, yet not surprised that it did, regarding Chibi's spike in demonstrated competence.
Wouldn't it be better if they started trying to do something at, maybe, 2, or 2:30 or something, rather than precisely when it begins? For all they know, the mission is to escape before the place blows up at 3!
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Anyway, interesting chapter. It went at a pace that I personally don't mind, at least the second half. First half was a little slow, but I don't really mind it.
That's one thing that has me curious about this story -- just how Jade can possibly pull it off, and, perhaps a bit tongue-in-cheek, who it will be that steps in to save her. I mean, hey, that's what's been happening the whole time so far!
Haha, well, this is the story of a helpless kid being thrown into danger and learning to be not-so-helpless. So the evolution of that over time is half the fun!
Jade is both 14 years old and also not very smart. :V (Also I know for a fact that that wouldn't have occurred to me when I was 14... given that I wrote the chapter when I was 14!)
This seems to happen a lot, and I feel like it's starting to wear on me. Even a little passing sentence on why she'd get that sort of hunch would be better than "a sudden [unexplained] gut feeling." Or at the very least, if this is plot relevant, a remark on why she seems to be getting these gut feelings.
Huh! I was curious, so I did a ctrl+f on various words related to that and couldn't find any other than the "this seems important" bit where Jade spots the fire in Chapter 1. Well, I have no problem with rewording this one, though I'm not sure how it happened enough to be grating. :S
Plot twist: Team Rocket is actually a team of good guys now, and they're trying to save kids from a Stalker before he takes them to a mysterious location that they have no idea about to do who-knows-what with them.
It's funny to me, because I, too, have created a heroic character and gave him the alias "Stalker". It's really about the least noble name someone can adopt except for, say, "The Child Molestor". So I got a laugh out of this.
Wouldn't it be better if they started trying to do something at, maybe, 2, or 2:30 or something, rather than precisely when it begins? For all they know, the mission is to escape before the place blows up at 3!
Maybe! But then I'd have to describe Jade wandering around aimlessly for a half hour until the Rockets actually show up. :P
Hey look, it's the first actually good chapter in the fic! Thanks for sticking it out!
~Chapter 7: Into the Fire~
June, last year
I sat tapping my feet on the floor as the phone rang once, twice, three times. It would just go to voicemail, like always. I wasn’t sure why I still bothered.
But then, miraculously, a face appeared on the screen.
“Hello?”
I brightened instantly. “Ajia! It’s been forever!”
She gave a sheepish grin. “Ahh, sorry, I know I’ve been really bad about answering my phone lately.”
“Guessing you’ve been… busy with stuff?” Busy, always busy.
“You know it,” Ajia replied with a wink. “What about you? You’re on summer break, right? Have you started your journey?”
“Uh…” I didn’t want to think about failing the test. Not right now. “It might not be for a little while.”
Ajia tilted her head. “Huh… well, let me know when you do, alright?”
I nodded distantly. If I ever did get to leave before she came home.
“Are you coming back to school in the fall?” I asked, a bit too hopeful. I was still torn between wanting her to return home and wanting her to keep journeying long enough for me to join her.
Ajia shrugged. “Well, I’m planning on participating in the Johto League in August. After that, who knows?”
It was pretty rare to keep journeying during high school. I had thought she’d be home after fighting in the Indigo League last year, but…
“Dad’s cool with me staying out longer,” she added. “And I’ve been doing fine with my online homework. So, y’know, I might keep going another year.”
Next year. It felt so far away.
Anything I could talk about from my life felt boring compared to what being on a journey would be like. Who cared if Rudy and I saw a wild Rapidash on Route 26 the other day? Real trainers could see them all the time.
“Have you seen Starr lately?” I found myself asking.
Ajia’s face fell. “No, not for a long time.”
So much for that. I’d had even worse luck getting ahold of Starr than I had with Ajia.
I was still stuck on what else I could say when a large pair of ears poked into the corner of the screen. And then another.
Ajia glanced down at them. “Yes, hello, what do you two want?” she asked in an amused tone. Two curious faces suddenly popped into full view. One violet-furred, one black.
I gaped at the screen. “How on earth did you meet an Espeon and an Umbreon?”
Ajia chuckled a bit at my shocked look. “I got them from a rescue organization. And, you know, I’d been kinda thinking I wanted to train some more team members ever since Furret and Clefable went back home. I need a full team for the Johto League, anyway.”
Espeon tilted his head and said something to Ajia in Pokéspeech. She laughed and shushed him.
A slight grin found its way onto my face. “What did Espeon say?” I’d caught the words ‘interesting’ and ‘story’ but that was about it.
“Ah, he was just making a joke about how we met,” Ajia said casually. “Which reminds me! I’ve got to tell you about what happened in Goldenrod last week. So these two were walking with me and we were looking for some place to eat, and then—”
She rambled on for a while, telling various stories from her journey. It was easy to listen to her and imagine that one day I’d get to have experiences like that.
We didn’t usually get to talk this long. It felt a little bit like old times. I’d enjoy it while I could.
Today
A faint beeping pricked at my ears. I blinked in the darkness before groaning and rolling over, trying to block out the sound. It wouldn’t go away… why not? And then somewhere in the cloud of sleep, my brain registered that it was, in fact, my alarm. I reached over to hit the watch button that turned it off, and then sat up, trying my hardest to clear the haze of tiredness and stress from my head. But it didn’t want to leave. And part of me kept screaming that I was insane. I was insane, I was trying to oppose Team Rocket, and I was going to fail miserably.
But I’d already made my decision.
By now I could see a roughly Pikachu-shaped figure in the darkness walking across the covers toward me. I blinked a few times, trying to get a better look at him.
“*Time to go,*” he said.
I put a finger to my mouth. “Quiet. We don’t want to wake the others,” I whispered.
He tilted his head. “*Why not?*”
I didn’t answer. I turned to look at the floor where Firestorm was curled up on the tarp, which was the only thing I hadn’t sold out of the camping supplies. Swift was perched on the back of a chair with his head resting under his wing.
Chibi gave me a sideways glance. “*What good is a trainer without Pokémon?*”
“I’ll have you with me, won’t I?”
I watched him for a response, but he didn’t give one, so I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my room key before carefully stepping over to the door. I opened it and peeked around the corner, slowly at first, then gradually leaning my whole head out. The lights in the cabin hallway were dimmed and there was no one to be seen. Then again… three in the morning, most everyone was probably either asleep or in one of the all-night lounges or bars. (And with trainer’s party attendees making up the majority of the passengers, that would leave most too young for the latter.)
I took my first tentative step outside, content with the lack of Rockets within sight, and waited until Chibi had stepped out before I shut the door behind us. We walked down the hallway in silence—I had the vague urge to say something but couldn’t figure out what.
“*You didn’t tell them what we were doing,*” Chibi said slowly. His tone was rather deadpan, so I couldn’t tell why he said it.
I didn’t respond. I just stared at the floor as we walked, hoping the elaborately patterned carpet was a believable enough distraction for me to ignore his statement. I could tell he was still eyeing me, though. It was weird—even without any force from the hybrid, there was that one look that unfailingly could get me to give in and answer him.
“It’s just…”—the more I thought about it, the more stupid I felt—“this is something I have to do. I don’t want to drag them into it pointlessly.”
“*But if you fail, they’ll die anyway, so it doesn’t make any difference.*”
I froze, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in my chest. “…Yeah. I guess you’re right.” He sure had a knack for jumping right to the unpleasant truth of any situation. After that, Chibi looked away, either satisfied at getting to me or content to let the topic die. Not long afterward, we arrived at the staircases that led to the other decks, which had the effect of yanking my attention back to why we were here. I had to focus—we were going to stop the Rockets. It was just a matter of how.
“So… we know they’re going to set up explosives. What else do we know?”
The Pikachu paused, looking contemplative. “*Not much. Though with remote bombs, they could leave the ship and blow it before anyone had a clue what was going on.*”
At least he seemed to know a thing or two about Team Rocket’s standard operations, being created by them and all.
“*… It’s just a matter of where they’d be.*”
“Well, we’re on one of the lower decks right now. The engine room isn’t too far away. We could start there. Blowing up the engine room would be the fastest way to sink a ship, right?”
“*Let’s go, then.*”
We continued down several flights of stairs until we reached the right deck, then followed the hallway to the ship’s aft. I’d spent most of last night studying the S.S. Anne info booklet repeatedly, so at this point I knew the ship’s layout by heart. The lights were off in this area—I wasn’t sure if that was because the engine room was unmanned, or because the Rockets had done it. I could feel myself already starting to tense up. I knew I couldn’t afford to get nervous, especially before anything had even happened, but couldn’t help it.
We were nearing the end of the hallway. Various metal hatches lined the walls, but our goal was at the end. I was only vaguely aware that I’d started glancing over my shoulder every ten seconds. Of course there was nothing there—why did I keep looking?
Had to keep my focus—that was the only way I was going to get through this. Focus…
“*Don’t lose your nerve now,*” Chibi said, jolting me out of my thoughts.
“I’m trying not to,” I replied, a slight edge to my voice. Still, he’d said it with concern, not scolding. Then I had to pause as it hit me—I hadn’t been anticipating his words, yet I still had understood them. I really was getting better at Pokéspeech, wasn’t I?
A dull roar of machinery was starting to fill my ears, but I was honestly surprised we had gotten this close before being able to hear the engines. A few more steps and we reached the end of the hallway. A large, rounded metal door lay in front of us. Time seemed to slow as I reached out to turn the wheel. It didn’t move. No, don’t tell me… we’d be screwed if it was locked. I braced myself and turned it more aggressively, willing it to open. Come on, it had to.
Finally, after a few metallic creaks, the door swung open, and I couldn’t help letting out my breath. We stepped inside, and I closed it behind us. From the faint illumination cast by a small, blinking light in the corner, I could tell that we were in some kind of changing room filled with goggles, gloves, and other safety gear. The door on the opposite end of the room was cracked open. I blinked at it in the darkness, seeing a dull glow coming from the other side.
“*Careful,*” Chibi said sharply.
I nodded, walking forward with slow, controlled steps. I pushed the door open as gradually as possible and extended a leg through the doorway.
The engine room was huge. I mean, I was expecting big, but this was just crazy. A system of metal platforms spanned the area, with massive generators on level with me, and from what I could tell, countless tanks and pumps covering the platform below us. I couldn’t make out the ceiling—the room just seemed to keep going. The noise from the engines overwhelmed any other possible sound, and the air was hot and sticky and uncomfortably thick.
“Well, nothing we can do but start search—oof!” My foot struck something and then I was falling. I hit the platform hard, sending a jolt of pain through my knees where they’d collided with the metal. Fueled by a burst of panic, I rolled over in a hurry and kicked myself away from whatever I had tripped over. Except… it was soft. I froze, my blood running cold. I’d tripped over the motionless body of a man in engineer’s clothing. And… something told me he wasn’t a disguised Rocket.
I pushed myself away from him, now breathing hard, which wasn’t very easy in such thick air. Chibi bounded over to me, looking unfazed.
“*This proves they’ve been here,*” the Pikachu spoke into my ear. I nodded weakly, my mouth still hanging open. I wanted to say something to the degree of, “Is he alive…?” but couldn’t manage the words.
“*Come on. Don’t go losing yourself already.*” He grabbed my hand and pulled it, willing me to stand. I shook my head roughly, trying to clear my mind. The hybrid’s words kind of stung, and I didn’t want him to think of me as weak. I couldn’t let him.
I stood to my feet in one swift motion before continuing down the platform, ahead of Chibi. I couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the engines, so I just turned in every direction, looking for anything out of place. Where were they? Had they already left this area? I rounded the corner at the far end of the room and scanned the lower level… and then got my answer.
From this angle, I could finally see where the dim, ambient glow in the room was coming from. Its source was a small light piercing the darkness on the far end of the bottommost platform. Within it, I could make out several human figures dressed in black, and a four-legged Pokémon standing with them, generating the light. I motioned to Chibi before carefully maneuvering down the stairs as low and slow as possible. It may have been fairly dim in there, but any sudden movement could be fatal.
I reached the platform and crept closer alongside one of the many tanks inhabiting the space. My heart was pounding now, almost painfully. I ignored it and kept going. Step by step I closed the gap between us, keeping out of view until I was in position to glance around the corner of the tanks.
I could finally make out the Pokémon with them—it was a Manectric. The blue and yellow dog stood firmly alongside a female Rocket, spiky fur standing on end. Every so often, a string of electricity coursed through its tall mane.
The Rockets were huddled closely in a circle, probably discussing something, though it wasn’t like I could hear a word they were saying. I caught sight of Chibi approaching from behind, and turned towards him.
“Can you hear what they’re saying?” I asked.
He scoffed. “*Just because I have better hearing than humans doesn’t change how loud it is in here.*”
“Well, then what do we do?” I hissed, my teeth clenched.
“*Just look there,*” he said, pointing to one of the Rockets. I suddenly noticed that the man was holding some sort of small, black control device. “*I bet that’s the detonator. I can’t knock them out without the risk of shorting that thing and blowing this place up. So as soon as I get it from him, I want you to take it and run off. See if you can find the explosives.*”
I stared. “What?”
Without another word, the Pikachu raced off into the shadows and out of sight.
“But… what are you doing…” I whispered to no one, still staring at where he had disappeared.
Time dragged on, and all I could do was wait. While not knowing exactly what I was waiting for. It looked like the Rockets were preparing to move out—where was Chibi?
And then I spotted him. He was… clinging to a metal overhang? How…? A crackle of electricity swept across the Pikachu’s paws as he slowly crawled forward into position above the group of Rockets. Just a few more inches…
And then the Manectric barked out, “*Up there!*”
Half the Rockets snapped their attention upwards. With a look of frustration, Chibi dropped to the floor suddenly, shooting out strings of lightning and forcing the Rockets to jump backwards, colliding with one another. With a wave of sparks, the Pikachu rushed off into the shadows.
“What the hell was that?!” one of them shouted. Most of the Rockets had pulled out guns and were preparing to run after Chibi, but then—
“I didn’t say weapons at the ready, now did I?” a male voice called out. It wasn’t angry, just decisive—the sort of voice that wasn’t to be argued with. The Rockets halted on the spot, turning to face the one who had issued the order.
“Looks like number nine has graced us with its presence after all,” he said. “Firearms down. Pokémon at the ready—electric-types for defense and physical attackers for offence. Don’t want to blow the place yet, do we?”
But before any of the Rockets got a chance to grab a Pokéball, a yellow blur shot out of nowhere, right into the heart of their lineup. The Manectric snarled and put up a shimmering barrier, but the Pikachu wasn’t aiming to shoot any lightning at them. At the last second, he leapt upward, swung his bolt tail, and smacked the control device from the hand holding it. The device hit the ground with a clatter right as several flashes of light burst out of Pokéballs, but Chibi darted forward, grabbed it in his mouth, and tossed it away from the group.
“*Now go!*” he cried out before a newly-materialized Nidoqueen landed a punch on him.
I clenched my teeth and sprung forward, pausing just long enough to grab the controls before darting back the opposite direction. I heard the crashing of lightning against a barrier, which faded amidst the engine noises the further I got from the conflict. As soon I reached the end of the platform, I ducked behind one of the tanks and sank to my knees immediately. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t help feeling exhilarated—we’d gotten the controls from them. We honestly had a shot now.
I took a moment to finally get a good look at how the device functioned. It had a few small buttons on either side of a small screen. I hit the one that looked most likely to bring up a menu.
[Initiate countdown sequence?] the screen asked. Wrong one, wrong one, go back go back—
The opposite button closed the prompt and opened a menu, thank god. On closer inspection, the menu had a long list of unit numbers, each of them labeled ‘armed.’
“Hang on…” I muttered, hitting the arrow buttons to scroll throughout the list. “These must be all the bombs they’ve set.” An option at the bottom of the list read ‘locator mode.’ I selected it. And then I suddenly became aware of a small red light blinking at the corner of my vision. Was that…?
I stood up and approached it, holding out the remote to use the light from its screen like a limited flashlight. And then, sure enough, there it was—a smooth, circular device about the size of a CD was innocently sitting on the side of the tank. And yet it was a bomb poised to blow this whole place. I gingerly reached a hand toward it, feeling the hair on my arms raise the instant my fingertips touched it. Nothing happened.
I let out a breath. Come on, it wasn’t like these things would blow that easily, right? Slowly, I curled my fingers around the edges and tugged at it. It detached easily.
I held the bomb in my palm delicately, scrolling through the unit list to get an idea of how many of these things there were. Five, ten, fifteen…god, there were eighteen bombs scattered around this place.
I swallowed hard before gently sliding the bomb into a cargo pocket and jumping to my feet. I didn’t have a choice—I had to get them all. Or at least… as many as possible before I was caught.
I took off sprinting again, using the remote’s locator mode to light up the remaining bombs and stopping just long enough to pry each one from the wall before aiming for the next one. One after the other, just had to focus on that. It wasn’t long before my lungs burned and legs went numb from exhaustion, and yet I still couldn’t think about anything other than finding the next one… and the next one…
Several times I caught scattered flashes in my peripheral vision, probably from electric barriers. Chibi couldn’t attack effectively in such a dangerous space where one stray bolt could kill us all. And the Rockets had known that, which was why they were sticking to physical offense. But then, even if he’d had his electricity, how long could Chibi last through that?
I’d made three loops around the engine room, and my pockets were stuffed full with something like nine or ten bombs. It almost would have been hilarious if I weren’t running for my life. I had to get rid of them somehow—throwing them overboard seemed like the best bet.
I threw open the door to the engine room and sprinted back down the corridor that led there. It was like a wave of cool water washing over me, leaving the hot and stifling environment of the engine room, but my lungs still felt like they were on fire. Couldn’t pay attention to that though, had to keep going.
My footsteps echoed off the walls as I flew up the staircases one after the other, finally reaching the closest deck with outside access. I was met with a gust of wind in the face and what felt like the early onset of a rainstorm. I stumbled over to the edge railing and began the process of emptying my pockets, made longer by the way my hands just couldn’t stop shaking. After what felt like ages, I had finally thrown the last bomb into the sea, where they sank to the ocean floor.
And then I sank to my knees, doubled over and gasping for breath. Couldn’t stop… had to keep going. I glanced at my watch—it had been twelve minutes since I’d last seen Chibi. I’d heard scattered bursts of electricity as I ran; they were probably outside of the engine room by now, but he was still managing to keep them from following me. I grasped the edge of the deck and pulled myself to my feet. There was no time to stop; I hadn’t even checked outside the engine room.
Except I’d just spotted a man striding towards me, dressed in the standard white crew shirt. His walk was forceful—not too quick, as if to avoid drawing attention, but with a definite sense of purpose.
I backed away slowly, feeling a prickle of apprehension crawl up my neck. He couldn’t be…
The man’s walk quickened. You had to be kidding me. Come on! There was no way the entire crew was Rockets! Heck, I wouldn’t even assume a tenth of them were. Why did I keep meeting all the fake ones?!
I immediately took off sprinting in the other direction, back down the staircases and jumping four or five steps at a time. My mind was racing—had to think of some way to get him off my trail. Chibi was right. I’d been stupid, and now I desperately needed help.
I cleared one staircase after another before arriving on the right floor. When I reached my cabin, I snatched my card key and waved it across the scanner on my door, then burst inside, slamming the door behind me.
“Firestorm, Swift, wake up!” I immediately shouted while flipping the light switch. The noise and sudden light woke them instantly.
Firestorm jumped to his feet. “*What’s going on?*” Then his eyes widened as he realized that I’d been gone. “*Where did you go?*”
“Team Rocket was”—I gasped for breath—“planning to kill everyone, and Chibi seriously needs our help,” I said in a hurry, grabbing my Pokéballs and shoving them in my pockets.
“*What? Is that why you were so quiet last night? Why didn’t you tell us?!*” Firestorm demanded. I’d never heard him speak with that much conviction.
“I didn’t want to drag you guys into this mess and wind up getting you hurt,” I managed to say as I hastily shoved all of my belongings into my backpack, just in case I never got a chance to come back here.
“*Pokémon are… they’re supposed to protect their trainer,*” Firestorm muttered. I ignored him.
“Come on, we’ve got to go,” I said, throwing open the door and waiting for them to follow me. Firestorm had a weird mix of hurt and dread on his face, but he followed just the same. We stepped out into the hallway, and I threw several hurried glances in both directions. “…Alright… we should be g—” I was cut off by the sound of rapid footsteps to the left. And then I saw him—the man who had been chasing me earlier had just reached the bottom of the staircase leading to this deck. Had to do something. Had to do something.
And then out of nowhere, without even thinking, I found myself pointing forward and shouting, “Swift, use Gust!”
From behind me, the Pidgey’s tiny, feathery form fluttered into view, flapping his wings quicker than seemed possible. In an instant, it was like all the air in the hallway had rushed forward, throwing my hair into my face and nearly knocking me off balance. I brushed a few strands out of my eyes just in time to see the Rocket struggling against a whirlwind before it swept him off his feet and sent him crashing into the wall. The wind ceased, and he slumped to the ground, looking dazed.
Swift fluttered down to the ground and turned to face us, tilting his head. “*I think that worked out well,*” he said, rather matter-of-factly.
I gaped. “Not just well… brilliant. Come on, let’s get out of here before he gets up.” I motioned for the two Pokémon to follow me and then took off down the hallway. Firestorm had to struggle to keep up on his short legs.
“*How come you didn’t have anything for me to do back there?*” the fire lizard said in a small voice.
“The heck? What, you think I wanted to set him on fire? What could I have had you do?” The Charmander didn’t say anything else.
I glanced back down at the remote that Chibi had stolen. All the bombs that I had already thrown overboard had stopped responding, and no longer showed up in the list. Still nine left, and there was a lot of lower deck left to search. I took a deep breath before resuming my search, stopping briefly to grab each bomb one by one. After a while, I was incapable of thinking about anything else. Just one bomb after the next, filling my pockets with them.
And then I had to stop and blink when I first felt my pockets full to bursting again. It barely felt like I’d spent any time gathering them. Either way, time to go back to the middle deck, and hopefully not run into any Rockets for once.
My pace was slower than normal as I made my way up the stairs, both so my Pokémon could keep up and also because my legs were nearly done transforming into jello. And then my feet had to go and catch the edge of the steps, because obviously that was what I needed right now. I had to finish this soon, or else I wouldn’t even be able to.
My movements were on autopilot as I navigated back to the first open deck I could get to, going through the motions of disposing of the bombs yet again. When I was done, I began the descent back to the lower decks. It had been over twenty minutes since I’d left Chibi in the engine room. Where was he now… and was he still alright?
I stopped suddenly. Had I just heard that? I’d been thinking about him, so it might have been my imagination… but I could’ve sworn I heard the pained cry of a Pikachu echoing throughout the deck I’d just passed. Slowly, I backtracked a couple of stair steps and approached the nearest room to find that it was the main lobby we’d first entered on the S.S. Anne. It was completely dark aside from the moonlight shining in through the windows.
“Chibi! Are you there?!” I shouted, hoping my voice wouldn’t grab any unwanted attention.
Suddenly, I tensed up. Footsteps. Lots of them. Heading this way.
“Crap,” I muttered, whirling around to take off in the opposite direction. And then out of nowhere, a burst of flames shot into my path. What the heck?! I recoiled backward, narrowly avoiding the sudden blaze as waves of heat rushed into my face.
“*Jade!*” Firestorm yelled, dashing forward to stand by my side.
Shaking slightly, I turned to look behind me. I was met with a view of the dozen or so Rockets that had infiltrated the ship, half of them in crew uniforms and the other half dressed in what was probably a standard black mission outfit. In front of them stood the Manectric from earlier, now joined by a Ninetales. And then a crushing pain gripped my chest when I saw what one of the Rockets held under her arm: the burned and beaten form of a spiky-furred Pikachu.
The lead Rocket chuckled a bit at the look of my face and said, “I suppose I should thank you for returning number nine to us.” Now that I actually had a full view of him, the lead Rocket was tall and thin, with an angular face and dark circles under his eyes, which gave his face a cold look in contrast to his ironic grin.
“You know, we were rather… upset when you took him,” the man went on. “We need him for our experiments, otherwise we might never figure out how to break those overpowered, undeserving monsters you call Legendaries. That said…”—he held out a hand—“you have something else that’s ours.”
I hesitated, clutching the remote. “…You’re not getting this back.”
“*You’ll have to go through us,*” Firestorm said in a cracked voice, stepping in front of me.
I stared at him. “What. No, there’s no way you can take down their Pokémon.”
To my surprise, Swift was the one who replied, “*It’s too late for you to back down. So we have to be brave too.*”
“*We don’t have a choice,*” Firestorm added through gritted teeth.
The lead Rocket closed his eyes and chuckled slightly at our inane attempt at resistance. “Still want to play games? Alright. Ninetales, attack!”
The large, cream-colored fire fox rushed forward, tails swirling dramatically as it leaped into the fray. It let out a battle cry and unleashed a plume of white-hot flame at its opponents. Swift took flight while Firestorm lunged aside, barely dodging it. While Ninetales dashed forward, closing in on Firestorm, Swift dove toward its face, talons outstretched. But it saw him. In one smooth motion, the fire fox turned aside and struck him on the back with its slender paw. I flinched as the Pidgey smashed into the floor with a pained cry. He just managed to flutter into the air before another spurt of fire hit the spot where he’d landed, but the superheated air prevented him from approaching his opponent.
Firestorm tried to take advantage of the enemy’s distraction by breathing scattered embers, but Ninetales didn’t even look fazed. In fact, the embers just sank into its fur, making its whole body glow with a fiery sheen. The fox smirked, then unleashed a pitch-black pulse of energy from its body, striking the fire lizard and knocking him back. Swift saw the opening and dove from above, ready to strike. But upon hearing its trainer’s order of “Hypnosis!” the fox lunged to the side, eyes radiating with a creepy red aura and tails swaying rhythmically behind it. Swift caught its gaze and crashed to the floor, fast asleep.
I stared at the ongoing battle, a wave of dread slowly spreading through me. The sheer difference in skill—both between the Ninetales and my Pokémon, and between the Rocket and me—was starting to sink in. I pulled out Swift’s Pokéball and recalled him before yelling, “Firestorm, we have to get out of here!”
Firestorm shook his head resolutely and turned back to Ninetales.
“Here’s a fun move—Ninetales, Fire Spin!” the lead Rocket ordered.
My eyes went wide. Ninetales breathed out a narrow stream of flame, which circled around Firestorm no matter how he scrambled to get away. It caught his leg and snaked around his body, pulling him to the center of a swirling inferno.
“Firestorm!” I yelled, panic shooting through me. I pointed his Pokéball forward, but the flame blocked the recall beam. I could barely see his silhouette in the midst of the vortex, curled into a ball as Ninetales added more and more fire with repeated Flamethrowers. Sure, he had a natural resistance to fire, but how much more of this could he take?
And then out of nowhere, the vortex exploded. Ninetales jumped back, fur standing on end. I shielded my eyes from the flash of light as a flood of embers dissipated into the air. And when I opened them again, I saw Firestorm standing to his feet, wreathed in a raging red aura. He growled at the Rockets, gathering a large fireball in his mouth.
Without warning, the Charmander was engulfed in light. I blinked, staring in awe as his body doubled in height and completely changed in shape. Limbs stretched outward, heavy claws bursting from their tips. His face stretched into a dragonish snout, a single horn sprouting from his skull. The light faded, revealing deep crimson scales…
“He’s… evolved into a Charmeleon,” I whispered in awe. I’d never actually seen a Pokémon evolve in person. Part of me couldn’t believe that lanky red fire lizard was really him, even though I’d seen it happen, right in front of me. Firestorm glanced back at me, his gaze sharper, fiercer, even.
Ninetales blinked in stunned shock for a few seconds. But the surprise quickly wore off, and the fire fox crouched defensively and snarled.
The lead Rocket eyed the Charmeleon with a sigh, shaking his head. “Just don’t know when to give up, do you? How are you supposed to attack us with nothing but a fire-type, even if it’s evolved now? I doubt you’ve taught it how to do anything beyond biting and scratching, and Ninetales can absorb all of its fire attacks.”
What? It could—what?! Something in the back of my mind told me I should have known this—Ninetales had the Flash Fire ability, just like Arcanine. What on earth were we supposed to do now?!
Thoroughly enjoying the look on my face, the Rocket said, “As much fun as it would be to slowly beat the lizard down, I say we cut playtime short.” He recalled his Ninetales and continued, “We’ve got a job to do, after all, and you’re in the way.” I tensed up. His words held a dangerous air, contrasting with his previous smooth attitude.
He paused and reached into his belt pouch to pull out a small item, hidden by the darkness, but glinting with a metallic sheen as it caught the light of the moon shining through the windows. “I don’t think running would be such a good idea. In fact, you shouldn’t be thinking about doing anything, really… besides handing over that remote.”
I froze, unable to do anything but stare mindlessly at the gun pointed at me. I wanted to do something, anything, but I was paralyzed, terror spreading like ice in my veins. I was trapped. There was no way out of this. If I gave the remote to him, he would probably shoot me anyway, and even if he didn’t, everyone on the ship would still die. I tried to manage some sort of response to the Rocket’s demand, but I couldn’t remember how to speak.
“I… my pockets are full of bombs. I’ll activate this. So don’t try anything.” Words were coming out of my mouth, but I wasn’t sure I was the one saying them.
“Mmm… somehow I don’t believe you.”
“I’ll do it. You’ll just kill all of us anyway if I give it to you. This way everyone else will still make it.”
The man laughed. “At least they would have if we hadn’t reapplied explosives to the engine room after you so thoughtlessly ruined all our hard work down there.”
It was like my insides just stopped existing. I tried to keep my reaction off of my face, but I already knew I’d failed because of how much the Rocket was enjoying my expression.
But then I noticed it—Chibi had opened his eyes. He moved his head side to side ever so slowly, so none of the Rockets would notice. And then he kept throwing meaningful glances toward the lead Rocket with just his eyes. I stared blankly, confusion now added to the mess of emotions running through my head. But then somehow it clicked into place. There was a spark in his eyes. He had to have charged up some energy in the past few minutes.
“Well, what’s it gonna be?” the Rocket said. “You’ve got five seconds.”
“*Now!!*” Chibi yelled, discharging all of his power into the Rocket, who slumped to the floor instantly. While I took off running with Firestorm, Chibi struggled to wrench himself free.
“Someone immobilize the damn thing properly!” the lead Rocket yelled, all amusement gone from his voice.
Seconds afterward, a high-pitched whistle tore the air. Then a pained cry from Chibi, followed by the sound of him dropping to the ground. I threw a hurried glance over my shoulder and saw the hybrid sprawled out on the floor, a dart sticking out of his shoulder.
I whirled around on the spot, ready to run back for him, but then—
“*Get out of here! They need me alive, but they’ll kill you in a second if you wait around!!*”
I recoiled backwards, staring in disbelief. I couldn’t just leave him. I couldn’t just leave him. But he was right, the Rockets were heading right for him, they’d catch me, they’d kill me, they’d—
“*Go!!*”
His shout snapped me out of my spell and I bolted in the opposite direction, catching up with Firestorm. My legs were on autopilot, sprinting for what seemed like the millionth time that night, making as many turns around corners to make it both harder for the Rockets to find me, and harder to shoot if they did.
Had to get away, but… to leave him back there like that…?
I kept glancing over my shoulder—mostly to see if I was being chased, but also out of hope that I’d somehow see Chibi racing after me.
(He had a plan of escape, right? He had to.)
A flash of sparks, and a yellow blur streaking toward me. My heart leaped into my throat, but—no, it was too big to be Chibi, it was—
I staggered backward just as the yellow thing crashed into my side. A gasp of pain and I hit the floor, tingling numbness filling my limbs. What the heck was that? I rolled over in a hurry and then froze, staring eye-to-eye with the Rocket’s Manectric. Firestorm snarled at the thunder dog, daring it to make another move. But all it did was fire a small string of lightning at the remote and race off before either of us could move.
I held an arm around my stomach as I struggled to stand, wincing at the pain spreading through my insides. Seriously, what the heck was that about?
Sparks leapt from the remote and I jumped back, letting it clatter to the floor. I blinked at it, clutching my hand. Its screen was jumbled and glitchy, but I could just make out the words—
“No… you’ve gotta be kidding me…” I mumbled weakly. “I spent all that time… this can’t be happening.”
Automatic timed detonation activated.
The screen stuttered a bit before displaying a countdown, starting at five minutes. I fumbled with the buttons, but nothing would respond. My mind flew into a frenzy, struggling to think of something, anything to stop the detonation. The engine room was too far away; I couldn’t possibly remove all the bombs in time. I stared hopelessly at the screen, crushing despair filling every inch of me.
It was over. The Rockets had won, and the ship was doomed.
The ship… But if we managed to make it off in time…
The idea hit me, and once it was there, it slowly spread through mind like wildfire. Could I even do it? No, whether I could or couldn’t didn’t matter—I had to.
“Come on Firestorm,” I said hoarsely, once again dashing for the nearest staircase. He had no trouble keeping up—in my current state, the newly-evolved Charmeleon was faster than me.
We reached the main deck, and I froze at the sight of rain pouring down in violent sheets outside. Something nagged at the back of my mind—the sky wasn’t like that before. But I couldn’t afford to worry about that right now. Had to reach the topmost deck.
Only a few more staircases now. Soon I found myself in front of the sign for the ship’s bridge and couldn’t help feeling the slightest glimmer of joy at having made it this far. I grasped the door handle, threw it open, and—
And then my legs gave out and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I was falling face first, only barely able to throw my arms out to catch myself from faceplanting into the ground.
“What in the world—?!”
“Kid, what are you doing here?”
“Someone radio security, and get a medic while you’re at it.”
Voices surrounded me. I craned my neck upward to get a look at the four crew members standing around me with mixtures of concern and surprise streaking their faces. I couldn’t tell which one was the captain. For all I knew, he might not even be awake at this hour.
There wasn’t much time left. I had to warn them. “Explosion… in the engine room. We have to get off the ship. Now.”
“An explosion in the engine room? Why wouldn’t we have noticed? What were you doing down there?”
In the background, I could hear a voice saying, “Bridge to engine control, what’s your status?”
I felt a hand grip my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but firm. I couldn’t do anything but extend a shaking arm, still barely grasping the control device, and hope that someone would look at it. Less than four minutes left.
“Captain, I’m not getting any response from engine control.”
A heavy pause filled the room. The man nearest me—apparently the captain, now that I got a good look at his hat and stripes—turned to face someone sitting at a control monitor and said, “Run the fire emergency alarm. Send the engine crew to perform emergency response procedures on any damaged areas.”
Fire emergency?! They’d all just be heading to their deaths!
“There’s no time!” I shouted, tears now stinging the corners of my eyes. “There are bombs all over the lower deck! We have to get out of here!”
In my blurred vision, I could barely make out the captain taking the control device from my hand. The color drained from his face as he stared at it. “Where did you get this? Answer me, now!”
My head felt hazy and distant. Words didn’t feel like something I was capable of. “There’s… no time…”
Everything hurt. I couldn’t think anymore. But we had to get out…
The room was silent for several seconds. I had no idea if they were going to listen to me or not until then the captain stood to his feet. And I couldn’t help letting out a long, slow breath when I heard him say, “Gather all the passengers at the emergency stations. Send someone with this device to check the lower decks and report back to us the instant they can confirm anything. If that’s the case, we must be prepared to abandon ship.”
~End Chapter 7~
This arc used to be riddled with all sorts of evidence that I Did Not Do The Research on ships at all. Well…now I’ve done the research, and my Google search history is filled with such odd things as “cruise ship layout,” “where do you board the ship,” “what to do if a ship's lifeboats are faulty,” “where is the engine room on a cruise ship,” “engine room layout,” “ship emergency alarm types,” “are ship engine rooms loud,” “where are the lifeboats on a ship,” and “ticket for a cruise ship looks like.” Also it might seem kind of suspicious that I’ve looked up “if the engine room explodes will a ship sink?” (I’m not a terrorist, I swears.)
I mean, seriously. In the previous revision, they found the Rockets in a random dark hallway leading to a featureless room with the ubiquitous Storage Boxes™ that serve no purpose other than cover (hey, on the cargo jet it at least made sense.)
So yeah, by then end of it, I was sick and tired of having three million tabs of ship research open, and not sorry to be nearly done with this arc. :P Unnnnnfortunately, the next two chapters are so bad they proceeded to kill the fic for two whole years. ><
So, I don't have a lot of overall thoughts on this chapter -- we're approaching another tense action chapter that can more or less be quickly summarized with its action beats. But overall, I thought it was a clever combination of stealth and actual fighting, and I thought it was a good call to not depict much of Chibi's actual fighting. But that's just another personal preference of mine.
This went not necessarily predictably, but understandably, all things considered. They managed to get quite a bit of success for just being a single trainer and her pokemon trying to resist an entire organization. I'm curious where this will turn out and exactly how they'll be able to rectify the situation, or at least not die. Since these are still the beginning chapters, it's very possible that the boat will explode with countless casualties. Guess we'll see.
But yeah, overall, pretty good chapter, but I don't think it quite sets itself apart from the others just yet. But I will say that it's a good blend of stealth and action, which makes it different from the plane arc.
