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Chapter 60: Praepollens Fortitudo
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 60: Praepollens Fortitudo

    "You saw that, right?"

    Molayne pressed his goggles against his face. "An emerald comet. It has to be Lord Rayquaza!" He tightly gripped Magnezone's railing. "He's here to save us from the eruption!"

    That was the most awake Molayne had sounded since Seifer met him. The keldeo bit his lip, however, when he thought about the rest of his team. It was far more likely Yuna had summoned their dimension's Rayquaza to take care of it.

    Then again, hadn't he told them he didn't think there was anything he could do about it? What had changed so quickly?

    The remaining people waiting to evacuate broke into applause while Molayne directed them toward the boats with surprising vigor. Seifer continued staring at the volcano.

    I hope you know what you're doing.

    XxX​

    "Keep us safe!" Yuna cried, pointing up. Rayquaza shot skyward, shrouding himself in emerald light. He charged through the closest orange fists, blowing them apart in a shower of red and green sparks before whipping his body around to face Chernabog.

    "Ha!" Chernabog stomped the ground. Stone Edge spires raced toward Yuna, Leo, and Nikki. She looked up, but Rayquaza was too far away.

    "Nikki, look out!" Yuna took Leo off her head and held him tight while speeding away from the giant rocks.

    "The hell do you exp—" Nikki started before a pink aura surrounded her and yanked her into the air. "Gah! No! No more flying!"

    "Sheesh, that how you thank a cat for saving your ass?" Gene scoffed. Widget flew past him, electricity whirring around his cheek bolts. Chernabog saw the ensuing Thunderbolt coming and yanked up a chunk of the ground to wield like a shield.

    "Figures you're cowardly enough to hide behind numbers," Chernabog growled, ripping the electrified rock in half and tossing one piece at Widget and another at the charging Rayquaza to force them both back. "But the champ can take you all down! The best defense... is a good offense! Hoo ha!"

    "Thou hast that backwards!" Rayquaza said, corkscrewing away from the electrified rock. Gene dropped Nikki back on the ground, then surrounded Chernabog with Psystrike orbs.

    "You won't say that when I— hurrrgh!" Chernabog spread his arms out. Black energy coalesced through his fists. The mega machamp spun around like an oversized green top, batting Gene's Psystrike away before beelining toward Nikki.

    "Shit!" She backpedaled only to end up on her rear. "Shit, shit, shit!"

    Rayquaza managed to swoop in and grab Nikki before Chernabog's Darkest Lariat would've blended her into a toxtricity smoothie. Yuna sighed in relief, however it proved fleeting when Chernabog didn't stop spinning. In fact, he spun so fast he rose into the air, threatening to chase after Rayquaza.

    "I-Impossible!" he cried.

    "I'm gonna snap ya like a Slim Jim!" Chernabog roared from within his black tornado. The very air itself seemed to distort around him.

    Gene shot lightning from his hands to no avail. Widget tried showering Chernabog in Thunder Wave sparks, but his spinning effortlessly turned them away.

    Yuna tensed up. Much as she hated to do it, she needed to find those icky shadows and pull them out to help her friends. Come on. Please.

    The strange power responded. A quick tingle in her hands and Yuna instinctively punched the air. A large gray leg struck Chernabog, punching him in the opposite direction as his spinning. The machamp slowed down. Yuna silently cheered while watching him drift back toward safe footing atop the volcano.

    Gene seized the opportunity to fire a pink Psybeam and push Chernabog back even further. The mewtwo quickly looked around. "Where's Nikki? We have to get her and Leo out of here."

    "The hell?!" Nikki hissed, squirming in Rayquaza's small black arms. "You can't toss me aside like that! I'm—"

    "A liability up here!" Gene growled, Malice Crystal sparking. "We can't fight this meathead if we have to worry about protecting you!" He threw open a rift behind him. "This isn't up for debate. Widget, go with them."

    "What?!" The type: full's thruster jets sputtered briefly. "But I—"

    "A hero protects those who need protecting, doesn't he?" Gene said, yellow-tipped tail lashing at the air.

    Widget rubbed his forelegs together. "I guess."

    "Seriously?" Nikki continued struggling in Rayquaza's grasp. "Princess, say something! You can't let him do this to me!"

    But a sudden roar from Chernabog brought the debate to a screeching halt. The sky filled with giant red fists yet again.

    "Go! Now!" Gene hollered.

    All Yuna could offer Nikki was an attempt at an apologetic look before Gene's telekinesis flung her through the rift. Widget charged after her, carrying Leo on his back.

    "Defend!" Yuna said, waving her right arm without even realizing it. Rayquaza coiled his body up and blasted the fists apart with a large Hyper Beam.

    XxX​

    "What the—" Molayne struggled to steady himself atop Magnezone. "Something's going on up there. Rayquaza's fighting someone. Or something."

    Seifer nodded silently. He recognized the giant fists. When was the last time he even used Dyna Fist? Against Xeromus? But when the keldeo used that move, it didn't flood the sky with them!

    "We have to focus on finishing the evacuation," he said, trying to force his nerves down. "Jade, how are you holding up?"

    "I'm okay!" the salugia chirped, spitting a couple of stems onto the ground by Seifer's feet. "These leppas are perfect pick-me-ups!"

    "Right." Molayne shook his head. "If you can push yourself a bit more, this would be the last haul of people."

    Jade nodded. The crowd was nothing more than about seventy people, however that was more than she'd carried before. She took a deep breath and smacked her face with her wings.

    "Yeah. I've got this. One more load!" Jade crouched down and spread her wings out.

    XxX​

    "Trimming down your numbers cuz you're scared of the champ won't save ya!" Chernabog flexed with his upper right arm while his other three yanked out chunks of the ground and hurled them through the air.

    Yuna flew into a rift and popped out next to Rayquaza. She grabbed one of his fins while he strafed around Chernabog to try and take a shot at his backside.

    "Chernamania is panoramic!" the giga machamp shouted, kicking his right leg back and sending more rock shards careening toward them. Yuna swiped her right arm sideways. One of the shadowy legs shot out in front of Rayquaza and shattered the rocks into tiny pieces.

    "Thou hast gained control over those strange shadowy limbs?" Rayquaza said.

    "I, uh, maybe?" Yuna said, vaguely recalling the times she had inexplicably used them against Runerigus and Exodes' barrier.

    "Pay attention!" Gene called while whipping up a Hurricane and sending harsh winds barreling toward Chernabog.

    "A pincer attack, then," Rayquaza said. He whipped his tail forward and spun it around rapidly. His intense whirlwind and Gene's Hurricane had sandwiched Chernabog. He silently crouched down. Was he going to jump up? Did he even have the leg strength to go high enough to dodge both moves?

    It didn't matter. Yuna couldn't give him that chance. "Rrrgh." The drakloak managed to pry her right arm off Rayquaza's back fin and slap the air. Inky shadows fizzled around her, then a giant gray leg hit Chernabog the moment he tried to jump.

    "Grrraaaagh!" The mega machamp crashed back into the ground and both cyclones collided with him stuck in the center. Squeaking, Yuna pressed her face against Rayquaza. Thankfully, however, she didn't experience any whiplash.

    "Steel yourself, Princess," Rayquaza said, briefly glancing at her. "My Delta Stream means wayward winds shant touch you."

    "R-Right." Yuna poked her head from behind Rayquaza. Those were two powerful flying-type moves. Maybe they were enough to take him down?

    The volcano's rim shook. Yuna watched small cracks spread out below where Rayquaza floated and groaned. Of course it couldn't be that simple.

    "You!" Chernabog was on his hands and knees, but distorted energy crackled around his belt.

    "Imagine a rebel fighting fair," Gene scoffed, unleashing a flurry of pink orbs. Rayquaza took the mewtwo's cue and whipped up another fierce whirlwind to pummel Chernabog from behind.

    "No! Not... over... yet!"

    Chernabog stood up. His back arched violently. He pivoted sideways... and his belly split apart, revealing rows of jagged teeth that had no place in a giga machamp's stomach.

    Yuna shrieked. Red, distorted tendrils emerged from Chernabog's new, gaping maw. They sliced through Gene's Psystrike and Rayquaza's winds. An eerie stillness settled over the volcano. Silence, save for the dripping of strange, orange fluid from Chernabog's gut.

    Then the drakloak's vision flickered. Her Soul Dew burned against her ectoplasmic chest.

    "Are you really that surprised? It was only a matter of time before our paths crossed again... Yaldabaoth."

    Yuna tensed up. That wasn't Reshiram's voice. Heck, it wasn't even a single voice. More like thousands talking inside her head in unison. But what did they mean? Did Chiron have some sort of second name?

    "Yeah, not into cheap horror schlock," Gene said, more Psystrike orbs at the ready. "I prefer the meathead routine. At least then I get nice pecs to ogle."

    "The champ doesn't quit!" Chernabog roared. He took a step back. "The champ will bring you all down!" His words lacked his earlier bravado. Instead they had an air of desperation about them.

    Gene hurled the Psystrike at Chernabog. The mega machamp flexed all four arms... and large orange chairs appeared in his hands. "By god, he's bringing out the steel chairs!" Chernabog said, swinging them around and batting a dumbstruck Gene's Psystrike away before tossing the energy chairs at the mewtwo as if they were strangely shaped Focus Blasts.

    Rayquaza took the opportunity to fire another Hyper Beam, but Chernabog stood his ground. His stomach mouth opening even wider than before

    Yuna's ectoplasm rippled. Was Chernabog getting closer?

    "Impossible!" Rayquaza spun around in the air. "He... he sucked up my Hyper Beam! He's trying to suck us up!"

    Delta Stream wasn't helping them. Rayquaza made no headway attempting to escape the giant vortex forming in Chernabog's maw.

    "You seek to bring your chaos to this world and drag it toward stagnation. Consider this intervention a righteous gift."

    This was so not the time for another Xeromus-esque ominous voice to talk vaguely about fate. But was it claiming to be responsible for Chernabog's behavior? Didn't he work for Paradox?

    "Do something, Rayquaza!" Yuna cried.

    "I am... trying!" He sounded strained. And Yuna found her grip slipping fast. Maybe she could form a rift and have them fall into it? That would get them out of the way, sure, but it wouldn't stop Chernabog's rampage.

    The cracks in the ground were getting deeper, too. At this rate, Chernabog would break through the volcanic rim. And if this was really the body of some ancient god, then...

    "Relinquish the fight. Let my hands grab hold of this world to preserve it for eternity."

    No, she couldn't relinquish! Think, Yuna, think!

    The second mouth formed from distortion. Distortion that came from the giga machamp's belt. A belt with a fist-shaped crystal. It had to have flooded him with extra fighting energy.

    If Rayquaza's whirlwinds weren't enough, then she had to use the strongest technique at his disposal!

    Sucking in a sharp breath, Yuna thrust her hands into Rayquaza's back. "Let him suck us up! Charge at him with Dragon Ascent!"

    "Art thou mad?!"

    "Do it!" Yuna cried. The shadows slipped into Rayquaza's back. He tensed up, then whirled around and charged toward Chernabog and the jagged rows of teeth peppering his second mouth. His tassels stiffened. Emerald energy blanketed his black, serpentine form.

    The drakloak barely heard Gene's cry of, "What are you doing?!" as she and Rayquaza charged toward Chernabog.

    Closer and closer. Yuna could make out each individual tooth. Jagged, serrated, and glowing the same color as the fist-shaped gem on the mega machamp's belt. That gave her some reassurance her thinking was on the right track, but the pitch black in the middle still frightened her.

    She squeezed her eyes shut and dug her arms deeper into Rayquaza's back.

    One final roar from Chernabog, then silence followed.

    No pain. No more fierce winds. Yuna wasn't sure if they were even moving anymore. She wasn't dead though. Though darkness surrounded them, Dragon Ascent's emerald sheen held firm.. Yuna's hands remained inside Rayquaza while she silently willed him to press on... even though there wasn't a clear on to press to.

    "Such pitiable naivete, Yaldabaoth."

    The voice — voices? Yuna still wasn't sure — had followed them.

    Something flickered ahead of the duo. A face? There was too much distortion to tell.

    "You fight for nothing. This world's fate — like all others — has been affirmed. Only I can shape it to be part of something greater. You would cast it into stagnant oblivion."

    "This isn't my world," Yuna countered. Shadows still trickled into Rayquaza's back from her arms. The Dragon Ascent charge continued, yet the distorted face didn't grow any closer.

    "It's not too late to seize the power of choice presented to you. Surrender and allow your souls to pass to the Overworld. And soon after, you will bask in the glory of a reality defined by eternity."

    Still annoyingly vague. But the talk of choices and eternity brought Xeromus to mind, so the drakloak chose to shoot her shot.

    "I take it you're Natus? The one who'll envelop everyone in his love?"

    God, phrasing it like that sounded disgusting.

    The face flickered briefly. Did its expression change? "If that is how you prefer to address me, I will not resist."

    What a ridiculous non-answer!

    "Fine," she said, then plunged the rest of her arms deeper into Rayquaza. "But like I said, this isn't my home, so it's not my choice to make. We're done here."

    Now the face was definitely getting closer. Yes, Rayquaza was making progress! They would bust out of this void and take the enemy down!

    "Surely you realize this is but a vessel? I care not what becomes of it."

    The face disappeared and then the darkness shattered as if it was a window Rayquaza had flown directly into.

    XxX​

    "The hell?!"

    An emerald shockwave rippled through the sky. Nikki threw her right arm over her face. She couldn't believe this was happening. First Boss Kitty tossed her aside like a used napkin while Princess stood by and watched. Now it looked like the fight was ending and she had absolutely no clue what would happen. What if Boss Kitty and Princess got sent back home and the rest of them were stranded here?

    "Hey, Leo, where are you going?"

    Nikki moved her arm and saw Widget flying after the fake dreepy, who was heading up the mountain. "Oi!" Her mohawk flared up. "Don't just leave me here!"

    Widget stopped. He looked between Nikki and Leo, who was getting further away. Sighing, he shot back down to the ground.

    "Hurry. We've got to catch him." Widget pivoted to let Nikki climb aboard.

    "This wouldn't have been a problem if I didn't get benched," the toxtricity growled.

    She would have words for Princess... assuming they weren't too late.

    XxX​

    Rayquaza surged forward for a bit before Yuna realized magma bubbled far beneath them both and pulled her hands out of his back.

    "Haah... haaargh..."

    Rayquaza wheezed a couple of times. His mega evolution faded away in a faint rainbow shimmer, then his whole body dissolved back into Yuna's Soul Dew. The drakloak turned around and caught a quick glimpse of a machamp body with a giant hole through the midsection before it, too, dissolved away in streams of red and gray.

    Gene was already heading toward the volcanic rim, because Chernabog had left two things behind: some sort of big red bug with massive, bulging, fluid-filled arms, and an orange, rectangular stone that dropped to the ground with a loud clang.

    The moment it did, an orange beam shot toward the distortion hanging over the volcano, and bright white light flooded the area.

    XxX​

    It took all of ten seconds for Team Bureau to realize that Noctum didn't have the flying speed to keep up with Yiazmat and the pizza truck. Fortunately, Cyril had a backup plan in mind. The large metal pizza spinning on the roof of the truck opened up to reveal some sort of strange table-like device that the black charizard could lay down on. He stuck his head into a circular telescope and found himself looking at Eternatus Gunners flying ahead of them in the distance while the truck rumbled across the dirt on the side of the railroad track.

    "So, uh, tell me again what I'm supposed to do up here?" Noctum said. He didn't like the tight space around his head. It made him think of dark, rocky caves despite the lack of dark and rock.

    "It's a super scope lens," Cyril said. "You can swivel around to aim yourself at enemies. Then fire off an attack like you're in a normal battle and the super scope will do the rest."

    Fire off an attack? Noctum found that easy for the cosmic zoroark to say. He wasn't the one with his head squeezed into the uncomfortable metal tube!

    "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "How do I even aim?"

    "Turn your head. Duh," Cyril replied. "If you need to aim way off to the side or behind us, then you turn your body, too."

    Raising a brow, Noctum tried moving his head left. The aiming scope settled on an Eternatus Gunner flying with its long, tentacle legs undulating behind it.

    Now he had to use an attack. Flamethrower was his best move. The black charizard still didn't feel right shooting fire with his head in such a tight tube, but managed to push through the displeasure. A quick burst of orange fire, then a bright flash, and suddenly Noctum saw the Gunner's glass dome shatter and the unown pilot free fall toward the ground alongside the remnants of its robotic body.

    "Nice shot!" Cyril said. "Hurry, before they catch onto us."

    Hurry, he says,
    Noctum mentally grumbled. Like he could magically rapid fire Flamethrowers at the drop of a hat. Perhaps small fireballs, instead? Quantity sounded more important, here.

    Noctum moved the scope and shot another fireball. He moved a bit right and fired again. Then a third, fourth, and fifth time. Five explosions rewarded his efforts, and it was at that point he saw a few of the Gunners realizing their numbers had thinned.

    "Guuuuys, they're pointing at us," he said, tightening his grip on the strange table. Sure, there were buckles strapping him in, but one couldn't be too careful. "I think the element of surprise is gone!"

    "That's when we kick the afterburners on!" Cyril declared.

    Noctum stiffened. "The afterwhatnow?"

    It turned out that meant going even faster. Noctum yelped, though the metal tube shielded him from the worst of the whiplash. He managed to refocus, only for the pizza truck to suddenly swerve left, then right. Noctum spun out atop the firing platform. "Waaah! Hey, a little warning, please?"

    "We're taking fire, dweeb," Valkyrie said. "Get it together and hit 'em back."

    Again, Noctum fought back the urge for a biting retort. Just trying to keep himself aiming straight with the car swerving through the dirt was proving a problem. He caught glimpses of blue darts streaking through the air and meeting brown clumps in midair. The Gunners' had their Hidden Powers tuned to ground-type, apparently.

    Noctum tightened his gut muscles and dug his elbows and knees into the firing platform. That managed to stop the spinning. He trained the super scope ahead and shot three fireballs, downing one Eternatus Gunner while the other two managed to negate the fireballs with bursts of clay and dirt.

    Ahead of him, Yiazmat rolled away from a couple of Hidden Powers and fired more dreepy-shaped purple energy blasts from her horns. The Gunner she aimed at couldn't get out of the way fast enough and blew up. Yiazmat pulled up to dodge the ensuing shrapnel. She was even faster than Noctum remembered. Had she been training while they were away?

    "Hey! No one said to stop firing!" Igneous growled through Noctum's X-transceiver. "We're not close enough to attack."

    "Sorry." Noctum turned and shot a couple of fireballs, but the Gunner he aimed at dropped down and dodged the blasts. It was ready to strike back, when its glass dome suddenly shattered and the unown toppled out. A purple saucer flew by and Noctum watched it fire a white beam and destroy another Gunner.

    "I see genesect!" Noctum shouted. "... I think?"

    "Yeah, that's them, all right," Cyril said. "That means we're catching up. Keep your eyes peeled for the train."

    The pizza truck swerved left, kicking up a wall of dirt and striking the side of the train track. Noctum gasped, his firing platform spinning wildly as Cyril turned right to try and steady the truck amidst all the dust clouds and fluttering grass blades in the air.

    Noctum thought he saw Hidden Power clay mounds careening toward him, but they burst apart into dust clouds. A gray blur rushed by.

    "Hang in there, Noctum!" Yiazmat called back.

    "Damn it! We can't zigzag like this forever," Igneous hissed. "We've got to do something. What are all these buttons back here for, huh?"

    "Well, there's another super scope lens built into the right side,"
    Cyril said. "But it's not exactly, y'know, finished yet. If you try to use it, you could fall out of the truck."

    The black charizard regained his bearings, but the sight he trained his own super scope on had become a bevy of purple saucers and Eternatus Gunners lighting the sky up with white beams, clay balls... and Flamethrowers, to boot. Some of the Gunners must have been prepped with fire-typing instead.

    Noctum gulped. What if he hit a genesect? He wasn't trying to get their attention turned on the pizza truck. Especially when he could actually see the train's caboose rattling on ahead. And quickly, at that. Igneous was right after all. This wasn't any ordinary freight train.

    "Val, wait! What are you doing?" the grovlazzle cried.

    Loud clangs and whirred sounded to Noctum's right.

    "Evening the odds a bit," the garchomp declared.

    Next thing Noctum knew, a Dragon Pulse burst through the dusty air, destroying an Eternatus Trooper too preoccupied with flanking a genesect. The weird purple disc looked around. Noctum saw its red lightbulb-like eyes flash.

    A second Dragon Pulse punched a hole in the dust and took out another Gunner. Yiazmat's Dragon Darts struck a third one, allowing a genesect to easily blow it up. Like the first, that one stopped and trained its mechanical eyes on the dragapult, which flickered with red light.

    Suddenly, three genesect broke off their pursuit of Eternatus Gunners and beelined for the pizza truck. "Oh no!" Noctum squeezed his elbows and knees tighter against the firing platform. "They're mad at us!"

    "Then I'll get rid of 'em, too," Valkyrie said. A Dragon Pulse headed for one of the genesect, but it proved much faster than the Eternatus Gunners, easily veering out of the way. Its two buddies shot white beams, with one missing the pizza truck to the right and the other striking right at the head.

    "Gah!" Cyril yelped. The truck swerved light and right from the zoroark's attempts to stop it from spinning out.

    Noctum's head banged against the top of the super scope, then his whole world was spinning. "Agggh!" The black charizard felt his Malice Crystal stirring in his gut. Likely keeping him from getting nauseous, for better or worse. "This is a bad idea! We should get out of here!"

    "And let them win?" Valkyrie hissed. "Fat chance!"

    "They're still firing on us!"
    Igneous shouted.

    Dragon Darts and a Dragon Pulse met the genesect's white energy blasts and stalemated them. Noctum stopped spinning long enough to shoot a Flamethrower through the super scope. It scorched the genesect closest to the pizza track. Though it wasn't destroyed, it careened toward the ground, giving the truck more than enough time to pass it up.

    They had made up more ground thanks to the genesect matching the Eternatus Gunners' firepower. Though the dirt filling the air didn't hurt, either, even if it reduced visibility a bit. Noctum could see silhouettes. That was all he needed to send out a few fireballs while Valkyrie's bursts of dragonfire peppered the dusty air with blue-purple sparks and embers.

    A volley of white beams and clay Hidden Power lumps emerged in response. Cyril swerved right, then left.

    "Gah!"

    "Val!"


    Noctum was spinning again. He caught the faintest glimpse of Igneous grabbing Valkyrie to keep the garchomp from falling off her firing platform.

    "Hang on!" Cyril shouted.

    "What now?" Igneous groaned.

    Noctum wildly shot out fireballs. Cyril had banked hard toward the rail tracks. The pizza truck hit the side and launched into the air, propelled further ahead by the roaring thrusters. "Seriously?!" Noctum hollered.

    "Seize the opening!" Yiazmat declared. Dragon Darts peppered the air, striking multiple Gunners and genesect. Noctum spat out several fireballs, destroying the damaged Gunners and at least grounding the genesect units.

    The pizza truck landed on the opposite side of the tracks with a heavy thud. Noctum's head again slammed against the top of the super scope lens. The black charizard blinked the stars out of his vision to find the truck had come even with some of the train's rear cars.

    "We... we caught up?" Noctum laughed nervously. "We caught up! We—"

    Why did the air around him feel dryer? And colder?

    "Something's happening atop the train!" Yiazmat cried, darting away from the truck.

    Noctum caught a flash of blue and white... then a tremendous spear-shaped icicle beelining right for them!

    Instinct took hold and he exhaled as many flames as he could through the super scope lens. Valkyrie added a Dragon Pulse of her own. For a moment, it looked like it wouldn't be enough, but a second gout of fire emerged and broke through. Ice chunks peppered the ground and tracks, forcing Cyril to swerve the pizza truck through them.

    "What the hell was that?" Igneous said. "My flames could actually reach it, but..."

    "It was no genesect,"
    Cyril said. "Cid, you getting anything with that Dyna Scan of yours?"

    Silence at first. Another blue-white flash popped up. Cyril slowed the truck down enough for the train to fully pass by, then jumped the train tracks yet again. Noctum focused his cover fire behind the truck this time, managing to peg a few Gunners with fireballs.

    "Someone's atop the train," Cid said. "It's an icy aura. But I've never felt one like this before!"

    "Gee, that's reassuring!"
    Valkyrie scoffed. "Did Xeromus leave us an extra surprise knowing we'd give chase?"

    "I don't know, but speaking of surprises, you guys might want to think about evacuating,"
    Cid said, voice getting more nervous with every word.

    "Why? We're already so damn close," Igneous said.

    Noctum was in the process of turning back to face the train when sudden bursts of warm air peppered his tail and flank. Yelping, the charizard turned back to find the air behind the truck lighting up orange with five-pronged Fire Blast explosions. Molten genesect shrapnel rained down on the dirt and tracks. And out of the smoke appeared three large, mechanical hydreigon heads, followed by the rest of its huge metal torso.

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    "G-G..." The black charizard swallowed hard. "Giant hydreigon robot!"

    Cid tittered through the X-transceiver. "That's why."

    XxX

    ~Il Paradigma, No. XI: Chernabog, the Strength~
    Unparalleled in his muscular might, he earned the trust of the Matriarch through his relentless, no-holds-barred fighting style, dispatching foe after foe without the need for breaks. His burning spirit persisted even after his body gave out from old age, hopping from muscular host to muscular host to fight for the pride of the Benefactor's loyal followers.

    ADDENDUM: With Paradox's rise to power, he was dispatched on fewer assignments. Ever restless, he kept himself occupied through highly-publicized show fights, earning him scores of adoring fans through the many generations of the Benefactor's confinement.


    XxX​

    Path of Valor Almanac
    Strength is, depending on the deck, either the eighth or, more commonly, eleventh card in the Major Arcana. It is thought to represent power, energy, action, and complete success. It has also been referred to as Fortitude, one of the cardinal virtues of classical philosophy. Hence the use of its Latin form, Fortitutdo, in the chapter title.
     
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    Chapter 61: In Thirty Minutes or Less
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 61: In Thirty Minutes or Less

    Phenomenal affirmation.

    It's a phrase I've heard a couple of times across some of the dimensions I've visited. Still don't quite get it. Sounds like a whacky concept where someone can, like, manipulate fate itself. Like it's something a person can mold and shape.

    Completely stupid, if you ask me. Fate isn't clay you toss into a kiln or anything. Even the dimensions involving heroes who stopped incarnations of the Bittercold and have those weird Worldcores only had the human heroes give themselves the power to travel between specific worlds. That's giving yourself a special power, not manipulating fate.

    ... Right?


    XxX​

    This was bad— no, worse than bad! They struggled enough with the Seekerskorch, but now they were stuck on a pizza truck chasing after a train.

    "Scarlett, are you there?" Noctum said. He couldn't remember if the dragonair kept her X-transceiver on. "We have another giant robot situatioooooooon!"

    The black charizard's last word got drawn out when a blast struck the back of the pizza truck, knocking it briefly into the air. Noctum tried shooting a Flamethrower at the robot, but its left head blocked the strike with a well-aimed Dark Pulse.

    "What are you hitting up Scarlett for?" Valkyrie growled. "You're not in a position to wormhole her here."

    It was true. They were moving too fast. A rift would just drop Scarlett behind them and leave her at the mercy of the robot hydreigon. "Well, I'm open to any ideas!" He shot fireballs at some of the Gunners, but again Dark Pulses from the robot brought a stop to his attack. Noctum didn't even have time to sigh his frustration, as the pizza truck suddenly swerved toward the train tracks and took off over them. Ice crystals peppered the ground where the truck had been seconds ago.

    "Damn it! We can't keep going like this!" Cyril hissed. And Noctum agreed. Attacks from two sides would bring them down in an instant.

    "Are you going to slow down and take your chances with the robot?" Valkyrie scoffed.

    "Iron Jugulis," Cid cut in.

    "What?"

    "It's what my Dyna Scan is telling me,"
    Cid elaborated.

    "Whatever!" Cyril said. "No, I'm not taking my chances with the robot! We'll have to go faster!"

    "Faster?!" Noctum sputtered, and indeed the wind grew even fiercer against his snout. The black charizard couldn't stop himself from snorting up dust particles. "Oh no..."

    Hold it. Fight it. Not in the super scope lens. He couldn't afford to—

    "WAHCHOO!"

    Noctum didn't realize what direction he was facing until the super scope filled the air with orange flames... and yellow snot.

    "Agh!" An Eternatus Gunner sputtered in midair. "I'm hit! Someone get me a squeegee! The rebels are bathing me in lizard germs!"

    "I'm a dragon!" the charizard squeaked in protest.

    Iron Jugulis wasn't the least bit phased by the Gunner's plight. Its mechanical heads glowed bright white... only to stop suddenly when the snot-covered Gunner crashed into its torso. Jugulis' metal heads flickered and it lost a bit of altitude before it managed to regain itself and resume its charging.

    "Guys, I think I know how we can stop this thing!" Noctum said, trying not to lose control of the firing platform in his excitement. "We've gotta knock the smaller guys into the big guy!"

    The pizza truck sharply cut away from the railroad tracks. Cold air rushed past Noctum and the super scope.

    "Easier said than done, dweeb," Valkyrie growled. "We're taking fire from both sides!"

    "Can't Noctum open a rift back to Casaroja?"
    Cid suggested. "I think you've done all you can there."

    Noctum saw Iron Jugulis' heads glowing again. "Left! No, right!" he yelped. "Your right, my left!"

    Cyril banked the pizza truck back toward the train tracks and avoided the huge Hyper Beam that scored the ground where it had previously been.

    "All right, that's enough," Igneous hissed. "I'm putting a stop to this stupid sandwich."

    "Ow! Hey, what are you doing?!"
    Valkyrie said.

    Noctum spun the firing platform around in time to see Igneous' volcarona wings appear in bursts of orange fire. He flew toward the train while Yiazmat covered him, distracting a couple of genesect with Flamethrowers shot from her horns.

    XxX​

    This was dumb. This was reckless. The same recklessness that cost Igneous so much. But he couldn't leave. Not if the cloud daemon was on the train.

    He rolled away from an Ice Beam. Finally, the grovlazzle was close enough to see a silhouette on the roof, closer to the front of the train. Had the cloud daemon conjured it? Was it some new monster working with Xeromus?

    Another Ice Beam. Igneous retaliated with a Flamethrower, then used the resulting steam to drift left in the air.

    But the figure's aim held true. This time it was a Psybeam. Igneous dipped underneath it. He focused on his fiery wings. Bursts of orange and red sparks propelled him further, toward someone vaguely... ponyta-ish.

    "I don't know what you are!"

    The Psybeam headed right for him. Igneous rolled right. He was over the train now, only a car away from someone who certainly sounded like Shimmer. But the flowing white hair and nine, snow-white tails were wrong.

    "But I won't let you disrupt this shipment! My people need these supplies!"

    My people? It really was Shimmer, then? And this idiot thinks we're trying to attack the train!

    "Wait!" the grovlazzle shouted, swooping in for a landing. A Psybeam whizzed over his head seconds later. "This is a misunderstanding!"

    "Misunderstanding?" Shimmer pointed his larger horn at Igneous' head. "Your little ensemble isn't blasting my guards out of the sky while those funny little machines keep them distracted?"

    "No!" Igneous waved his arms in front of his face. "Those aren't ours!"

    "And the big movie prop?" Shimmer pointed his right foreleg forward.

    XxX​

    Noctum chewed on his dragon comment for all of a second after Igneous flew off. He focused on the Malice Crystal and let its energy wash over him. Even in the confines of the super scope lens, he was able to mega evolve. The next Flamethrower was much larger, striking a genesect and knocking it into Iron Jugulis' central neck. It whipped back, electronic face dimming.

    "It's working!" the mega charizard chirped, flapping his jagged wings briefly. "Val, if you mega evolve, your attacks should be strong enough to blast the little bots into the big one!"

    "Oh, yeah, sure." Valkyrie snorted. "It's like playing billiards. Except garchomp can't hold pool cues."

    XxX​

    "Not ours, either!" Igneous growled, leafy tails crackling with embers. "It's from inside Eternatus, like the smaller guys your troops are fighting."

    "As opposed to you and your... weird piplup machine?" Pink light glistened around Shimmer's horn. "You look like you wandered right out of the distortion."

    "Says the pot to the kettle," Igneous countered. He would've continued, but he got the sense Shimmer didn't recognize him. And he wasn't about to give himself away. "What's with the bad ice ninetales cosplay?"

    Shimmer shot a Psybeam in response. Igneous flopped to his belly, but the pink beam grazed his tails. He dug his claws into the metallic roof, resisting the urge to hiss.

    "I'm doing what's necessary for my people. For my kingdom."

    XxX​

    "Right! No, left! Sorry!"

    Noctum squeezed the firing platform tightly while the pizza truck sharply banked and dodged an intense burst of wind from Iron Jugulis.

    "I have rearview mirrors, you know!" Cyril barked. "I don't need you giving me directions when you're facing the other way!"

    The mega charizard didn't know what that meant, but chose to fire at an Eternatus Gunner. His Flamethrower struck true, but Iron Jugulis had gotten wise to his strategy. It pulled its right head out of the way. More Dark Pulses shot toward them. Noctum shot large blue fireballs at them. Yiazmat added Dragon Darts and that proved enough.

    "What do you rebels think you're doing?"

    It was Paradox's voice. Coming out of Iron Jugulis' head— no, heads.

    "Why are you attacking a supply convoy?!" Yiazmat said, shooting Dragon Darts at an Eternatus Gunner who had its blasters trained on her.

    "I'm doing what I can to free the Benefactor from its confinement."

    "No you're not!" the dragapult growled. "You're hurting innocent people!"

    "Stop talking to the robot," Cyril hissed. "Radar says we're less than five minutes out from the bridge!"

    XxX​

    "Listen to me!" Igneous hissed, scrambling to his feet. "None of us want to stop the convoy. We're trying to keep it safe... and stop you from making a big mistake!"

    Psychic energy gathered around Shimmer's horn again. "Explain yourself."

    He couldn't belittle Shimmer. Even though the ponyta was psychic and should have sensed that cloud daemon on board the train.

    "There's a stowaway on the train," the grovlazzle said. "A very powerful Phantom. And if you let the train make it to Venish as is, then that Phantom will wreak more havoc upon the city." He slowly held his hands up. "Is that what's necessary for your people?"

    XxX​

    "Gah!"

    Noctum's head banged against the right part of the super scope lens as the pizza truck spun out again. The air grew choppy all around him. He instinctively curled his tail up by his side.

    It didn't make any sense. If Iron Jugulis was based on hydreigon, why wasn't it using Dragon Pulses or raining Draco Meteors from the sky? That would have been a surefire way to really wreck the truck.

    "Noctum, what are you doing?" Valkyrie snarled. "Keep firing!"

    "Sorry!" the mega charizard squeaked. He spat fireballs as soon as Cyril got the pizza truck under control. But clumps of earth white beams snuffed out his attacks.

    "Stubborn little pests, aren't you?" Paradox scoffed. "You understand you're nothing, right? Your feeble little acts are worthless!"

    Harsh wind blades raced toward the pizza truck. Despite Cyril's attempts at swerving, the pizza truck suddenly buckled. Noctum's horns banged against the top of the super scope.

    "Gah! What happened?!" He tightly gripped the firing platform while the pizza truck spun out. Spun out and slowed down.

    "Damn it! He got a rear wheel!" Cyril growled.

    XxX​

    Igneous glanced over his shoulder. "Well?" He kept his arms held up to try and signal he wasn't a threat. "Train's getting close to a bridge. If that thing fires on the train when it's going across the bridge, then you'll lose all the supplies and everything will crash down on the village there."

    Shimmer briefly pivoted, then looked back at Igneous. His horn flickered. Uncertainty was sprawled across his face.

    Harsh winds whipped up a dozen meters away from the caboose. Igneous' wings reflexively flared to life. He was about to turn and head back to help deal with Iron Jugulis. There was no other option for him. Killer robot trumped clouds sitting in the train doing nothing.

    "You're right."

    Igneous froze. Shimmer was agreeing with him? Great! Then they could—

    The icy pontya's eyes glowed blue. "But I can handle this myself."

    Next thing the grovlazzle knew, something invisible had yanked him into the air... and flung him off the side of the train!

    The moving ground rushed up to meet Igneous. Then flames erupted from his wings, steadying him. He flew beside the train and grabbed hold, digging his claws into the metal train wall and clinging for dear life. There was no point calling for Shimmer, since he was probably the one who tossed Igneous off the train.

    But as long as he was here, he could try to take a shot and find the cloud monster, right?

    Igneous concentrated on the strange flames crackling along his back. In a red-orange fwoosh the empty honedge appeared beside him... and slammed into the wall in front of Igneous. It punctured through the metal and, at Igneous' command, dragged itself down until it had managed to carved out a hole for Igneous to dive into.

    This better wor—

    "Augh!"

    Berry juice and wooden splinters covered Igneous from head to tails. He had tossed himself through a supply crate. A crate of sitrus, judging by the smell. He was inside the train. Sticky, but inside the train and sitting on a pile of unbroken crates.

    The grovlazzle looked around. No cloud monster. Wrong car, then. And this was a freight train, so there wouldn't be connections between the cars like on a passenger train. Delightful. He looked right, then left. Nothing but stacked crates and a single narrow space in the center of the car. Do I go forward or back?

    Igneous flipped a mental coin and landed on forward. He summoned the honedge and it sliced a pair of holes leading to the next car. Fortunately, no supplies spilled out of it. There must have been a traversable part in the center there, too.

    He dove through the holes without a second thought.

    XxX​

    The pizza truck had a hover mode. Because of course it did. Cyril had turned it on and took the truck airborne before it totally wiped out. That didn't stop Iron Jugulis, though. It quickly trained all three heads on the truck and blasted Dark Pulses at it.

    "Sheesh!" Cyril banked hard left to dodge the black beams. "Machine or not, the thing it's based on isn't supposed to be able to have the three heads operating independently. We've got to be missing something!"

    "Ice coming in!"
    Valkyrie cried.

    The pizza truck slowed and veered even harder to the left, practically going sideways. Noctum managed to stop himself from rotating around and saw a huge ice lance fly through the air. A couple of Eternatus Gunners tried to stop it, but got wrecked for their troubles. Iron Jugulis trained its middle and left heads on the lance, but was too slow to react. The lance struck the left head, encasing it in ice. The ice spread down its mechanical neck... and that's when Noctum caught what they'd been missing.

    "The little heads aren't connected," he said. "Guys, the smaller heads aren't connected! They're functioning independently!"

    "What?" Cyril said. "So they're drones, then?"

    "Doesn't matter what they are!"
    Valkyrie growled. A super scope-boosted Dragon Pulse lit the air up bright blue and purple. It struck the frozen Jugulis head and shattered it.

    "Hey, that worked!" the mega charizard cheered, only to yelp from a sudden volley of Hidden Power fire. Noctum spat fireballs to counter as many as he could, but a few hit the back of the pizza truck and made it spin out in midair.

    "You really think you rebels can keep this up?" Paradox sneered. "I've got you outgunned and outmuscled. Stand down and your deaths will be quick and... minimally painful."

    But the air chilled again and an even larger ice lance headed for Iron Jugulis.

    XxX​

    Igneous hardly had a chance to roll up to his feet and get a sense of his surroundings when he was back on his knees. His vision flickered and his ear frills rang. God, were his insides rattling? It was like someone had stuck a blender in his torso and set it to frappe.

    Breathe. In. Out. Was the air getting thinner?

    "Punarjanm."

    "W... what?"

    Gibberish. The grovlazzle was hearing gibberish... in the ringing.

    Blink. Breathe. This was the cloud daemon's doing, wasn't it?

    He looked over the top floor of a massive tower while an armored lucario charged a red Aura Sphere. The trembling ice vulpix looked at an unconscious Xeromus-like creature with its tails frazzling in panic.

    "Nnngh." Igneous grabbed his head. Another vision? Like when that damn fire butterfree went inside of him? "Stop," he rasped. "Go away! Go... away!"

    The ringing only intensified, as did the pressure on his head. No... in his head?

    "Punarjanm. Punarjanm."

    A woman in a lab coat stood in front of him, blonde hair obscuring part of her face. She gestured to him proudly while a group of humans stared at him. Tourists, maybe? But there were machines and computers around them!


    Igneous managed to grab his head with his hands and shake it. He had to find that fiery power. Fight past the rattling and ringing. Fight, damn it!

    "Sach punarjanm sach."


    Louder and louder. The ringing wouldn't stop. It just. Wouldn't. Stop.

    Find the fire. Find the fire. The stupid powers kept popping up when the grovlazzle didn't want them, so why couldn't he get them now?

    A giant moon bat burst forth from a pile of rubble with a great twister resembling Rayquaza. The machamp standing in front of him shrank back, arms ready to grapple.


    "Stop it!"

    Amidst the rumbling in his torso, Igneous found the spark and grasped it. The flickering in his vision faded as Honedge appeared in a gout of orange fire. Igneous hurled it forward. It went right through the wispy, yellow cloud creature in front of him, but struck the far wall. Igneous hastily flicked his wrist and Honedge carved a hole.

    "Sach. Saaach!"

    The cloud tried inching toward Igneous, but the rushing forward of the train sent it drifting back toward the newly-made hole in the wall. Cloudy tendrils tried to clasp some of the supply crates, but all they did was phase right through them. The cloud daemon slipped through the hole and vanished.

    Igneous waited one moment, breathing heavily. He stumbled to the hole as Honedge vanished. He glanced out the hole. The cloud daemon was nothing but a wispy puddle on the dusty ground.

    The grovlazzle slumped over, sighing in relief. "It's done," he wheezed. "The cloud monster... is off the train."

    Silence. Igneous slowly slid his right hand up to his head and pressed against the X-transceiver. "Guys, did you hear me?"

    XxX​

    Iron Jugulis broke through the giant lance, but it wasn't long before another one headed straight for it. That, too, however, didn't reach the machine.

    "If that's really Shimmer up there, I can't believe he's actually doing something useful!" Valkyrie said.

    Noctum was more preoccupied with how strong the attacks were. Was this the power that Radiant nobility held? It concerned the mega charizard.

    "Help him, then," Cyril barked. "We're less than a minute out from the bridge!"

    Noctum and Valkyrie focused their combined firepower on the machine. Eternatus Gunners raced to try and protect it, but they got swept away by genesect.

    "Foolishness!" Paradox sneered. "This armor is the finest we can craft. You got one lucky shot in, but it's not happening again, you filthy rebels!"

    Iron Jugulis filled the air with a bevy of Air Slash crescents.

    "Gah!"

    Several peppered the pizza truck and Cyril growled, trying to keep it steady in midair. Noctum managed to hold his position and spewed as much fire as he could through the super scope. It didn't strike Iron Jugulis, but instead hit another one of the giant ice lances, which burst apart in a sudden steam eruption.

    "What the—"

    XxX​

    Still hearing nothing, Igneous climbed out of the hole and onto the train roof just in time to see the giant mecha hydreigon crash into the ground while Shimmer conjured a pink shield to keep him safe from a sudden onslaught of hot air.

    Smiling, Igneous jumped off from the roof. His fiery wings appeared and carried him back in the direction of the pizza truck, which was slowing up as it drifted down to land next to the train tracks. The genesect headed back toward the train. Igneous sucked in a breath, expecting to have to do evasive maneuvers, but the genesect flew right past him.

    "Guys?" Igneous said, again pressing the X-transceiver tighter against the side of his head.

    "Thank heavens, that thing's down!" Cyril whooped. "And the stupid Troopers are running for the hills. Mission accomplished!"

    It didn't take long for Igneous to see the cosmic zoroark sliding out of the pizza truck and stretching out his arms. Valkyrie hopped off the other side of the truck and waved Igneous down.

    "You got the cloud monster?" the garchomp called.

    "I did!" Igneous closed the distance with the pizza truck. His volcarona wings evaporated in orange streaks and embers. He landed by the front of the truck and stumbled toward Valkyrie. "It's, uh..." The grovlazzle looked over his shoulder. Dust still littered the air, but he saw no signs of the cloud daemon. "It's nothing but a little puddle somewhere out there." He vaguely gestured with his right arm.

    "That so?" Valkyrie walked up to his side, crossing her arms. "Should we try to find it? Destroy it?"

    "I don't think we can." Igneous squinted. He had this vague sense when he was close to it on the train, but now he had nothing. "The train's acceleration is what carried it away, so all the winds that stupid hydreigon robot whipped up probably blew it away."

    "Well, that, and a Radiant Guard squadron is leaving Casaroja and heading to your location," Cid said, a twinge of nervousness still in his voice. "Maybe try to get clear before you run into big problems?"

    Igneous and Valkyrie exchanged a look. "Guess we ought to head back to the safe house?" she said, rubbing the back of her head.

    "Pssht. Forget that." Cyril flicked his right arm dismissively. "I've gotta get this bad boy back to the outpost for repairs. That's where we're going first."

    Igneous and Valkyrie exchanged another look. "I, uh, guess we can do that?" the grovlazzle said, shrugging.

    A loud throat clearing followed. Igneous looked up on the truck's roof, where a still mega evolved Noctum remained strapped into the firing platform.

    "Yeah, that's a fine idea and all," he said, trying to pull his head out of the super scope lens. "But can someone get me out of this thing?!"

    Cyril winced. "Ah-ha... right. Knew I was forgetting something." Laughing nervously, the cosmic zoroark headed toward the roof of the truck.

    XxX​

    "You cannot be serious right now!"

    Paradox slammed his headset on the floor of his office, shattering it. Sticky flinched, then directed one of the poipole in the room to clean it up.

    "I did express my concerns about activating it so soon," the naganadel mumbled, glancing down at his tablet.

    "It was overpowering them!" Paradox hissed. The deoxys' tentacles twisted into arms. "And then one of them started flinging around giant icicles like... like..."

    He abruptly teleported in front of Sticky, who held the tablet up over his head in surprise. "Sir?"

    "Guile Hideout's steed," Paradox said, abruptly turning around and crossing his arms. "He could conjure giant icicles, yes?"

    "I believe so," Sticky said. When the emperor got like this, it was best to agree with him.

    "Then the course is clear." Paradox whirled on him, his arms unfurling into blue and orange tentacles. "Get Cassius on the line. We need to reach out to that frilly vegetable about our little agreement."

    The deoxys teleported past Sticky. By the time he turned around, Paradox was nearly at the office door.

    "I think it's time we reminded him what he has to lose if he refuses to cooperate."

    Paradox headed out the door. Sighing, Sticky looked down and pressed a few icons on his tablet. A video feed pulled up showing a video feed of one of the underground prison cells... and the spectrier lying in the middle of it, mane disheveled, hooves chipped, and patches of ghostly fur missing from its hide.

    The cell door opened and a poipole floated in with a small tray of food. Sticky touched a red microphone icon on the corner of the screen.

    "Stop," Sticky said.

    Poipole glanced up in the direction of the cell's camera. "Mr. Sticky?"

    "Emperor said to withhold the meal. We need her looking as famished as can be."

    Spectrier weakly tried to lift her head. Poipole hastily turned away from her. "Understood, sir. I'll bring it back to the kitchen."

    Poipole left the room and the cell door shut. Spectrier lowered her head back down, whinnying weakly.

    Frowning, Sticky hastily closed the video feed and locked his tablet. He glanced at the two poipole cleaning up the broken remnants of Paradox's headset.

    "What are you looking at? Get back to work!"

    Both poipole nodded apologetically and hastily swept up the fragments into a dustpan. Sticky turned and headed for the door.
     
    Chapter 62: Adjust the Plating
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 62: Adjust the Plating

    During the time of harmony, the Matriarch wielded the power of the Universe. The power to shape fate itself.

    When the Embodiment of Chaos destroyed the harmony, the Matriarch tried to preserve it. The salvaged remnants became the Benefactor.

    But the Matriarch could not preserve the Universe. Its phenomenal power had shattered into numerous fragments flung to the deepest recesses of the cosmos.

    ~I Pilastri dell'Eternità


    XxX​

    Under normal circumstances, Yuna would have found an orange glow comforting. It brought the magma pits near her parents' castle to mind. Except she wasn't in Aeon anymore. Or Radiance. Or even the Malie City place the anomaly had brought her to.

    Instead, the drakloak floated above an orange cube staircase. There was orange distortion in the distance but she faintly saw strange, jagged crystals and fractal shards resembling her rifts. It reminded her a bit of Ginnungagap, but with an orange coat of paint lathered all over it.

    "Mom!"

    "Leo?" Yuna looked down the stairs. The cosmic arceus — somehow he lost his dreepy disguise — trotted up the stairs. Or through the air above the stairs.

    "Mom, where are we?" Leo wondered, looking around. He caught up to Yuna and floated next to her. "It kind of reminds me of the little static ball where we met Mr. Alder, but it's way too orange."

    Yuna followed Leo's gaze out into the distance. "Huh. You've got a point." Did that mean they were in the heart of the anomaly?

    "Hang on." The drakloak tapped her chin. "We beat Chernabog. Then this orange rectangle popped up when he disappeared." She looked up. Nothing but orange static. "The rectangle shined a beam of light at the distortion over the volcano. And now I'm here."

    "Oh, you beat the bad guy?" Leo's eyes sparkled. "Yay!" He then looked down. "Maybe the rectangle is what was calling me, then?"

    "Huh?"

    "Before I fwooshed over here," Leo said, continuing up the stairs. "It felt like something was calling me up the volcano. So I flew up there and, well..." His voice trailed off and, starcloud tail swishing slowly back and forth. "Yeah. End of story."

    Yuna floated after him. If this was like back at the tar plant, then Leo could seal up the anomaly. It was what he was supposed to do, right? Even though Yuna had no idea what that would mean for them and the rest of the team. She was kind of stuck here, so she had no choice but to press on.

    On and on, until the stairs gave way to a larger orange platform with fist-shaped crystals in its corners connected by ropes.

    ... No, wait, they were lines of tiny fists that looked like ropes.

    And Chernabog had a fist-shaped crystal in his belt, Yuna recalled. Just what was that all about? Had the core of the anomaly... somehow embedded itself within that daemon?

    "It's here." Leo pointed his right forehoof at the middle of the platform. "The thing that's calling me."

    The orange rectangle floated there, a bit bigger than Yuna realized after seeing it from a distance earlier.

    Leo was already walking toward it.

    "Hang on!" Yuna shot in front of the cosmic arceus. "Let me, uh, take a look at it first, okay?"

    "Okay." Though Leo's starclouds dimmed and he nervously shuffled in place. He really wanted that rectangle, but it didn't sound like he knew why. And that concerned Yuna.

    She slowly floated toward it. Closer. Closer.

    It had a faint orange glow around it.

    Closer. Closer.

    The drakloak froze and tilted her head. Was something... written on the rectangle?

    Yes, if Yuna squinted, she could make out a single sentence carved into the middle.

    The rift is born of disorder on the other side of this world.

    Yuna blinked once. Twice. Frowning, she read the sentence again, then a third time. There were a lot of rifts opening up. And according to Alder, Kora, and Vince, they were the big problem. And a very large one had carried them to another world entirely.

    Eternatus was still inside her home. And events surrounding it had certainly caused more than enough disorder. Did that mean Eternatus was the other side of her world?

    I'm overthinking this. Yuna was about to tell Leo it was okay when she looked down at her hands and fought the urge to recoil in front of him.

    Her shadows were back, pooling in her ectoplasm, and they looked like they were trying to swim away from the rectangle. Yuna glanced at it, then slowly floated back. The shadows receded in response.

    Another thing to file away for later.

    There were too many of those. And if they were about to seal the rift, then later really meant soon. Yuna could only sit on this stuff for so long and if other anomalies were going to have these strange rectangles, the team needed to know.

    "Okay, Leo." The drakloak softened her expression. "Its all yours."

    She waited for a response, but didn't get one. Leo was looking past the rectangle... at nothing but empty space. "Leo?" Yuna drifted into his line of sight.

    "Huh? Oh!" The cosmic arceus straightened up. "Sorry. I got distracted."

    Yuna looked over her shoulder. The space behind the plate was still empty. "Distracted by what?"

    "You don't see them?" Leo looked disappointed.

    "See who?"

    "Them!" Leo stuck his right forehoof out. "The human Mr. Gene wanted to find and his pet doggy!"

    "What?" Yuna turned around. No sign of Sigurd. Yet Leo didn't seem like the type for pranks. Or imagining something that specific. "Is there something else I'm not seeing?"

    "There are tiny little threads connecting them to the plate," Leo said, his starclouds brightening up a bit.

    "Plate?" Yuna raised a brow. "You mean that rectangle?"

    Leo nodded. "It's a plate."

    "That doesn't sound right," Yuna said. She doubted she could eat a meal off that rectangle if she tried.

    "That's what it told me, though," Leo insisted, cheeks puffing.

    He was losing Yuna. "You talked to it?"

    "Sorta?"

    This was getting them nowhere. "Okay, I believe you." It was easier for the drakloak to go along with Leo. "Now go and take the plate so we can get out of here."

    At least, that was what Yuna hoped would happen. Though there was still that wriggling bit of doubt about what would happen to the others if they sealed off the anomaly. She told herself it would be okay as Leo trotted up to the plate and reached his right forehoof out to tap it.

    The cosmic arceus lit up bright orange, then the plate dissolved into orange light that Leo's wheel's absorbed. "Hee hee, that tickles!"

    Yuna tilted her head. That was it? I don't know why, but I was expecting something flashier.

    "Hey, Mom! Mom!" Leo hopped up and down excitedly. "Check this out! Huuuuurggaaaaaah!"

    He briefly shimmered with orange light, then grew in size. Huge muscles bulged out of his legs and neck in a way that brought the giga machamp daemon to mind.

    "I'm ready to tussle!" Leo said, his voice a few octaves deeper.

    "That's, um, nice, dear." Yuna's ectoplasm rippled. At least she was only uncomfortable because it looked ridiculous. "You can turn back, right?"

    Nodding, Leo shrank back down to his normal size.

    ... No, wait, that wasn't quite right. He was bigger than before. Not by much, but enough for Yuna to tell the difference. She wondered if she should say something.

    "Oh, I think I grew a bit." Leo looked himself over. "Growth spurt!" His starclouds flickered in excitement. "And, look, we've got new friends!"

    "Hmm?" Yuna blinked a few times. A couple of hazy outlines had appeared in front of them. As they came into focus, Yuna also noticed a bunch of different sized circles appearing behind the figures. They didn't feel as important at the moment, however.

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    The first figure was a mishmash of a lycanroc. Body of a midday, face, tail, and hind legs of a dusk, and the arms and forehead of a midnight. All three forms mashed together. Another Malice-driven mutant, perhaps? That would mean Lycanroc was from Eternatus. Making the silver-haired person appearing next to them...

    "Hi!" Leo wagged his starcloud tail. "Are you Mr. Sigurd Stone?"

    While the hair and pale skin matched, Gene's photo didn't show any sort of tube — or was it a hose? — sticking out of the man's neck. And instead of standing up, he was stuck in some sort of chair with wheels instead of legs.

    "Who are you?" The man's voice was too far too mechanical. Yuna realized it was because it didn't come from him, but rather his chair.

    "Your rescue team," Leo chirped, apparently not the least bit bothered by this. "A funny lizard guy named Vince told us to find you."

    The man blinked slowly. A slow hiss echoed from the chair. "I do not know of any Vinces. Or 'lizard guys,' for that matter." He turned his chair toward Lycanroc. "But I believe I know why you're here."

    Lycanroc nodded.

    "You're looking to assemble the Red Chain."

    "Yep yep!" Leo hopped in place happily. "Wow, you must be a mind reader or something!"

    Lycanroc clicked their tongue, eyeing Yuna intently, but said nothing.

    "Not a mind reader," Sigurd said. His mechanical voice simulated a chuckle. "However, since it seems we share a common purpose at this time, I'll gladly assist you in any way I can."

    The rings behind him flashed with orange light. Sigurd turned his wheelchair around and looked at it, as did Lycanroc.

    "Though it seems that any further conversation will have to wait."

    Leo's starclouds flickered in unison with the rings. The cosmic arceus kicked off the ground and drifted toward the rings. His wheel shined brighter and brighter and the rings slowly rearranged themselves into... some sort of haphazard pattern. And Yuna had the vaguest sense she'd seen it somewhere before. She just couldn't put her hand on it.

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    The rings gave one final flash of orange light, then everything around Yuna and the others slowly dissolved away.

    XxX​

    Seifer looked up at the clear blue sky. The last distorted wormhole right over the volcano — the anomaly's core, if he had to guess — dissolved away in a single pulse of golden light. He took a slow breath, pondering what this meant for him. The anomaly had led the team here. Now it was gone, but Seifer was still here. Was that it? Was he stuck here? Had the team not thought this through?

    At times like these, the keldeo had to focus on work. Keep his mind focused. "It looks like the eruption's stopped," Seifer said, turning around to Molayne. "What happens now?"

    "Now?" He hopped off Magnezone and rubbed the back of his head, sighing. "If it's really cleared up, then we bring people back to shore." Molayne started to reach for his radio when he froze. "Uh, are you okay?"

    "Yes?" What a strange question. Unless Molayne saw through Seifer's attempts to pretend everything was fine.

    "Because you're, uh, turning see through?" Molayne lifted his goggles up and rubbed his eyes.

    "What?!"

    The keldeo looked down... and found his hooves had disappeared! And the rest of his legs were fading away, too!

    What was happening? Why didn't this hurt? Was this because of the anomaly disappearing?

    "I think I get it." Molayne lowered his goggles. "Your time's up here. You're getting called home."

    Seifer sure hoped that was the case. Best to go with it.

    "I suppose so." He nodded slowly. "It was, uh, interesting working with you."

    "Likewise."

    Seifer's torso was half gone now. Molayne rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, uh, I guess we made it through this volcanic eruption. So maybe..." He yawned loudly. "Maybe I'll look into hanging up my badge... and giving that entrance exam another shot."

    His neck was disappearing now, but Seifer still managed a smile. "I think that's a good idea."

    "Just promise me that you won't give up either, okay?" Molayne said. "You'll find your purpose back home. Something to fight for."

    Right before the keldeo faded away completely, he managed to get out an, "I promise."

    XxX​

    Yuna hit the dusty ground with a surprised squeak, then a grunt. "Oogh." She rubbed her belly. "Rough landing."

    ... Wait. Gene had landed the ship in the middle of the grass, hadn't he? Where—

    "Wow, look at all this dirt!" Jade kicked some up with her right foot, then blew the dust cloud ahead of her... toward familiar, rust-covered buildings.

    "Chakran?" Yuna rubbed her eyes. "How did we get here?"

    Panic briefly welled up in the drakloak's gut. Jade wasn't with them before. Leo sealed the anomaly, and then...

    She looked around. It didn't take Yuna long to realize that the ship was here. And everyone was accounted for, including Sigurd, Lycanroc, and the weird muscular bug. She fought the urge to grimace at the fluid running through its arms. She really hoped it wasn't blood.

    "What happened?" Widget shifted back from his flight form to the cosmic appearance Leo had given him. "One minute I'm flying after the kid. Next thing I know he disappears in a flash, then I disappear... and now we're back here?"

    "Yup!" Leo puffed his chest out. "I asked Mr. Anomaly nicely to send us back home and it listened!"

    "Back... home?" Widget frowned. "You consider this home?"

    Leo laughed nervously. "I didn't mean for it to send us here here. But it did." A beat passed, then his eyes sparkled. "Oh! Hey, Mom, can I introduce Widget to Mr. Alder and Mr. Kora? Huh? Huh? Can I?"

    "Uh, sure?" Yuna didn't see the harm. "Just, uh, make sure you knock first?"

    "Okay!" Leo blipped to Widget's side and nudged the cosmic type: full's shoulder. "C'mon, big brother!"

    Widget stumbled forward with a squawk. "P-Please don't call me 'big brother.'" He begrudgingly followed after the cosmic arceus, shaking his head.

    Gene watched them go, tail swishing back and forth. "Am I losing it or did Boy Wonder have a growth spurt?"

    "No, he... he did." Yuna rubbed her shoulder.

    "And what's with these three?" Seifer jerked his head in the newcomers' direction. "What did I miss while I was playing traffic cop?"

    Gene turned around and his tail stiffened. "I, uh... can't speak for the 'mons, but I'm pretty sure he's the guy we were looking for." He pulled the photo of Sigurd out of his Malice Crystal. "Doesn't look a thing like his photo, though."

    "Hardly surprising." Sigurd's machine hissed out previously compressed air. "You don't look a thing like your wanted posters, rebel."

    "I see my reputation precedes me." Gene bowed sarcastically. "Mewtwo Gene, at your service." He straightened up. "Seriously, though. What's with the portable hospital bed?"

    Sigurd's electronic voice attempted to mimic a laugh. "Well, that photo's from before the ALS took away my ability to walk." He paused. "And talk. And breathe."

    Yuna had no idea what Sigurd meant, but the mewtwo's sudden dour expression gave her a clear enough picture.

    "ALS?" Gene crossed his arms. "Didn't they make a cure for that, like, eons ago?"

    Another attempt at a mechanical laugh. "A cure made from the mewgenics program is no cure I want." His wheelchair pivoted away from the others. "Who's to say the replacement nerve grafts don't turn patients into sleeper agents for the emperor?" Another hiss of compressed air. It must've been whatever was breathing for Sigurd. "I'd rather let nature take its course."

    Yuna's Soul Dew shimmered, then a tiny Reshiram popped out. "Hold it!" He held his wings up, then realized how worthless the gesture was and folded them against his sides. "I thought everyone inside Eternatus was supposed to be dead. That's why they can't leave. They'd turn into Phantoms." He looked around at the others. "Am I crazy? Did I have too much wax in my ear frills. Cuz, y'know, that'd be pretty weird since I'm a spirit."

    "A common misconception," Sigurd said, his wheelchair turning toward them with several whirrs and clicks. "Most of those living in the Qliphoth are ordinary people. They're born, have normal lifespans, and pass away. And when they do, their spirits become part of Eternatus itself.

    "In the days before Paradox, the archbishops called this beautiful." His wheelchair let out more compressed air. "But Paradox's mewgenics program has broken the cycle. This delicate balance. Prolonging life and altering it in ways the average person would never think of... if they didn't live in the empire to begin with."

    Gene's brow furrowed. His tail twitched in irritation. "Wait a sec." He tapped his right index finger against his left arm in thought. "So, the reason we've seen so many people living for so long—"

    "Is the emperor," Sigurd said. He nodded his head slightly, restricted by his breathing tube.

    The shadowy mewtwo's face scrunched up further. "Every person I've ever seen erode into a Phantom had enhancements of some sort... or lived waaaaay longer than the lifespans I remember learning about."

    "Because they got mewgenics treatments." More compressed air released from Sigurd's machine. "You hadn't risen to infamy yet when the program rolled out to the public. And now... it's so ingrained that no one can stop it."

    Yuna floated there silently, unsure what to make of any of that information. And here she thought she would need to recap what happened inside the anomaly's core. I guess they'll ask when they feel like it.

    Except instead of Gene responding, Nikki yawned loudly, stretching her arms over her head while sparks crackled around her mohawk. "Aww, boo freaking hoo. Cry me a river."

    "Hey!" Jade squinted at the toxtricity. "Uncalled for."

    "Shut it, Bird Brain."

    "That's my wife!" Reshiram huffed, his tiny tail crackling with little embers.

    Nikki loomed over him, mohawk growing more jagged.

    "Eep!" Reshiram shrank back. "N-Never mind. Insult away! Please don't squish me!" He hastily retreated into Yuna's Soul Dew.

    "My hero," Jade deadpanned.

    "What are you doing, Nikki?" Yuna floated toward her. "This isn't something to get angry ab—"

    "Don't." Nikki held her hand up. Acidic sparks dribbled onto the ground from her fingers, hissing when they hit the dirt.

    The drakloak frowned. What had gotten into Nikki? "Is something wrong?"

    "No shit, dumbass!" Nikki's mohawk flared. "Do I look all sunshine and rainbows to you?"

    "I guess not." Yuna squirmed uneasily. "But, um, it's kinda hard to say much when you're not, y'know, telling us what's wrong?"

    Nikki glared at Yuna, but Gene spoke up first. "She's pissed I benched her."

    Yuna blinked. "What?"

    "Pulled her away from fighting Chernabog," Gene said, flicking his right wrist dismissively. "Which was the correct decision."

    "No it wasn't!"

    Nikki's mohawk erupted like a miniature, yellow and purple replica of where the team had just been. A purple lightning guitar appeared in her right hand. "I could've helped!" She swung the guitar at the air. "I got a power boost from this place and its stupid whacky voodoo mountain!"

    "You really want to die on this hill?" Gene's eyes and malice crystal darkened. The mewtwo's yellow tail crinkled in irritation. "Chernabog knew you were out of your element! He was exploiting it! As long as you were up there... we were all in danger!" He jabbed his thumb against his chest. "I made a judgment call. A necessary one."

    Gene lifted a few centimeters off the ground, glaring at Nikki. "You can throw whatever hissy fits you want, doesn't change the fact that I've been fighting these idiots for decades. As long as we're fighting together, you follow my lead. We clear?"

    A tense silence followed. The two stared each other down. Nikki wouldn't seriously try to hit Gene, right? He was psychic, she was poison. She's not that stupid, Yuna told herself.

    "... crystal." Venom dripped from Nikki's words.

    Shoulders sagging, Yuna sighed in relief. Looks like the crisis was avert—

    "Which brings me to you."

    Yuna stiffened. Nikki stared her down. Pointed the lightning guitar right at her.

    "Nikki?" The drakloak's body shrank toward her rectangular head.

    "I poured my heart out to you the other day." Nikki's hand shook slightly. "We said we'd work together. And then you... you didn't stick up for me!" She stomped her right foot down, mohawk getting more frazzled. "You let Boss Kitty treat me like garbage!"

    Yuna stiffened. That was what she was upset over? "I— well, things were frantic up there. I didn't realize—"

    "Don't give me that!" Nikki squeezed her eyes shut. Was she trying not to cry? "You watched it happen! I... I saw it..."

    The lightning guitar dissolved away and the toxtricity looked down. "I saw it."

    Yuna didn't know what to say. Was there even anything she could say to Nikki to make things better? She was really hurt, even though it all happened so quickly.

    "I'm sorry?" It was the best Yuna could come up with on the spot.

    "Thou hast to put some confidence behind thine words!" Rayquaza piped up.

    Ah. Right. Yuna pulled her torso back out of her head. "I'm sorry, Nikki. Everything happened so fast and I sorta kinda... blanked?"

    She let it hang in the air for a bit, however Nikki's hurt expression didn't ease up. "You blanked?" she growled. "That's the best you've got?"

    "Yes?"

    Rayquaza nervously tittered. "Thou art sounding more uncertain by the sentence, Princess."

    "Seriously?" Nikki was getting angry again. "Just before that you said things were getting frantic! Now you're saying you blanked?" She kicked up some dirt and grass at the drakloak. "Well, which is it, huh?"

    "I... I blanked." Yuna's ectoplasm rippled. "Really. It's... it's happened other times. Against those Paradigm daemons."

    "Yeah, right." Snorting, Nikki rolled her eyes. "If that was really the case, then why have you never brought it up before, huh? Don't you think that's something we deserve to know?"

    She took a single step forward. Yuna drifted back, fidgeting nervously. "Well, um, that's... that's..."

    The words were getting caught in Yuna's throat. Nikki stepped closer. "If Boss Kitty can bench me for being a liability, then you deserve it for the same reason!" She pointed accusingly at Yuna. "That, and the stupid cosmic fluffball who thinks he's your son."

    Yuna stiffened at that. She could feel the shadows bubbling up. "B-Because he is."

    "Puh-lease!" Another step. Then another. "You imprinted on him or whatever!" Nikki quickly whirled on Gene as if she expected some sort of retort. "Bite your tongue! I paid attention in psych class sometimes!"

    Gene smirked in amusement. Nikki turned back to Yuna. "So, out with it, Princess!" Her mohawk crackled. "What's the deal? Why are you blanking?"

    Breathe. Yuna had to keep the shadows in check. "It's... complicated."

    Nikki took one final step, sparks and venom pooling around her foot. "Tell me!"

    She had to say it. Two simple words. Yuna just needed to get it over with. "Because... because..."

    "Tell me, damn it!"

    "Because I'm Chiron!"

    XxX​

    "Hey, hey, Lieutenant! Got the all clear from the harbormaster to send in the next ships!"

    "Thanks, Acerola." Molayne put his radio back into its holster and leaned against a metal post.

    Soon. It would all be over soon. He could go home and kick his feet up. Or maybe break out that acupressure pad...

    "Excuse me, Officer. Any chance you could help a traveler out?"

    Molayne stiffened. Telepathy was a thing he came across from time to time on the job, but why here? Why now? He looked around for some signs of a psychic pokémon or one of those famed psychic trainers he saw on television.

    Instead, he got... an ice ninetales? With no trainer, to boot.

    ... No, that didn't make any sense. Some ninetales could do illusory spirit voodoo or whatever, but they were fire ninetales. Icy ones stayed in Sinnoh for a reason. Places like Alola were too warm for them.

    "Something wrong?" Icetales tilted his head, blinking soft blue eyes. "Do I have something on my face? Or maybe it's the hair. I try to keep it brushed but I swear it has a mind of its own." He flicked his mane over his right shoulder.

    "No, it's—" Molayne pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, if you've lost your trainer or something, I'm really going to have to recommend you head to the nearest police station. They're better equipped to help."

    "Sorry." Icetales shook his head. "I'm afraid you're the only one who can help me."

    "Cryptic." Molayne said, frowning. Something about Icetales struck him as... off. The longer he stared, the more he was convinced Icetales had some sort of... golden sheen about him. Molayne would have blamed the fatigue, but then his eyes trailed down to the rainbow bandana around his neck.

    The rainbow bandana with an elongated, eight-pointed star. Like a compass.

    Everything clicked quickly. "Oh no." Molayne threw his hands up and stepped back. "Look, I don't care how fluffy you are, I'm not interested in hearing the good word about the Blinding One. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ten years down the road. I've had enough of you Necrozma's Witnesses. You just don't know how to take 'no' for an answer!"

    Icetales' ears drooped. "Ah. Maybe I came on a bit too strong." He pawed at the ground. "Telepathic ice ninetales is already out there. This isn't making it better."

    Ya think?


    Before Molayne could properly responde, Icetales approached him. He stuck his right forepaw out and planted it in front of Molayne. His paw flickered gold, then a cold gray.

    Icetales stepped back, revealing a tiny diamond-shaped crystal.

    Molayne blinked once. Twice. "Steelium-Z?" Last he checked, Necrozma's Witnesses couldn't conjure those out of thin air. "Fancy trick. I've already got one, though."

    "Not one like this." Icetales nudged it toward Molayne with his snout. "Want to talk with you about the keldeo and salugia who helped you out."

    "Salugia?"

    "What else do you call a lugia with a salazzle belly and tail flaps? I bet they could've bathed you in pheromones, too, if you're into that sort of thing."

    Molayne cringed. Icetales stuck his tongue out playfully.

    "Anyway, you've probably got a lot on your plate." Icetales stepped further back. "When you're ready to talk, use the crystal."

    Still skeptical, Molayne knelt down and picked the Steelium-Z up. It was warm like a freshly lit fireplace. "And just what do I use the crystal for? A Z-Move?"

    But when he looked up, Icetales was gone. And in his place, a single piece of paper with the same eight-pointed star on it. Molayne slowly walked toward it and scooped it up.

    Press the Z-crystal to your forehead and say the following out loud:

    "Through darkest night and brightest day, our radiance will light the way."
     
    Chapter 63: Like a Bat out of Hell
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
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    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 63: Like a Bat out of Hell

    It is the ultimate blasphemy against the Benefactor to gaze upon the Matriarch's face. Even the High Priestess, the Hierophant, and the Moon — those whose powers speak to the masses — may never look upon Her.

    Her avatars are only meant to be viewed through the lenses of the Paradigm. For they are emblems of the foundations upon which the Matriarch led the Old World into the Great Harmony. Emblems that made the Matriarch the greatest Wielder in history.

    ~I Pilastri dell'Eternità


    XxX​

    Awkward silence, save for the whistling of Shaftra Mesa's winds. Yuna waited for someone to say something. Anything. But nope. Only stares, ranging from Seifer's sheer confusion to Nikki's total bewilderment.

    The Soul Dew flickered and chibi Rayquaza and Reshiram popped out. "Chiron?" Reshiram tapped his claws together nervously. "Like... like Bahamut's wife Chiron?"

    Yuna nodded.

    "Like the old archbishop?" Sigurd said.

    The drakloak nodded again.

    "So, that's why Chernabog called you a traitor?" Gene muttered. He looked away from her, stroking his chin in thought.

    "But Chiron was a lunala," Jade said. "Right, Cece?"

    Reshiram nodded. "Are you sure it's not the Soul Dew messing with you?"

    "I'm... sure." Sighing, Yuna's shoulders sagged. "I didn't want to believe it at first. But I keep having these visions — or maybe memories? — from Chiron's time with the Sages."

    "Art thou sure they're real, though?" Rayquaza asked, coiling around some tiny weeds on the ground.

    "They felt pretty real." Yuna rubbed her right shoulder, then pointed at Reshiram. "You came to check on me when I crashed into the ground from outer space." She pointed at Rayquaza. "And you came to my aid when I was fighting things that looked like the emperor up in the stratosphere." Yuna turned to Jade last. "And I saw you moping in a mud puddle about how Bahamut treated you. Then later on you came to visit Leo who looked... very different than he does now."

    Rayquaza and Reshiram shared looks of disbelief. "That actually happened!" they said in unison. Each pointed at themselves. "Hey, I said it first!" A pause. "No, I did!"

    Seifer rolled his eyes. "What about you?" he asked Jade.

    "Uh, hello?" The salugia pressed a right wing digit to her head. "Forgot everything from my time as a Sage, remember?"

    "Who can forget?" Gene snorted. "It all got replaced by the memory equivalent of one of those toy chimchar clapping cymbals together."

    "Hey!" Jade puffed her cheeks out. "I'm at least a togedemaru running on a wheel levels of brain!"

    Gene laughed at that. "Whatever you say, Birdbrain." He shook his head in disbelief.

    "So, Princess is telling the truth, then?" Nikki had put some distance between herself and Yuna in the time since the drakloak had made her big reveal.

    Yuna traced her hand around the Soul Dew. "I wanted to dismiss it as this thing's fault. But then Leo hatched out of that egg and I started having visions about fighting daemons in the past." Her gaze fell to the ground. "When Mom fessed up that she found me encased in a crystal, I just..."

    She sighed and shook her head. "There isn't any other explanation."

    Jade leaned into Yuna's line of sight. "You sure about that? Because I can think of other explanations."

    "Are they reasonable explanations?" Seifer wondered, raising a brow.

    "Define 'reasonable.'"

    Yuna facepalmed. "I'm... confident, yeah. The more stuff we do as a team, the more these weird powers of mine are growing. I can sorta control the shadows now." The drakloak looked down at her hands. "And I'm the one who let Rayquaza mega evolve... right after I had a memory of Chiron conjuring a windstorm in a fight like Rayquaza can."

    More silence. It seemed that Yuna had snuffed out all the counterarguments.

    "Okay then." Nikki arched her back. Boredom replaced her earlier anger. "So what?"

    Yuna stared blankly. "Huh?"

    "So, you're, like, Chiron's reincarnation or some shit. Big deal." The toxtricity shrugged. "Doesn't really change anything, does it? We already knew you had whacky powers. Now you've got a reason."

    "But it does change things!" Yuna squeaked, then immediately scrambled to figure out what, exactly, it did change. The fact that she could tell the others about the visions she had? Sure, Yuna supposed that counted. It was hardly a significant change, though.

    "I can think of something," Gene said, lazily floating past Yuna.

    The drakloak looked over her shoulder. "And you're going to say it even if I tell you I'm not interested."

    Gene put a hand on his chest like Yuna's words touched him. "Ah. You know me so well." He gently landed on the dusty ground and spun around. "I bet you're scared that the more your powers grow, the less you there'll be."

    "What?" Nikki scratched her head. "For a psychic-type, that sure sounds like a stupid thing to say."

    "Seriously?" Gene pinched his brow. "I dumbed it down for you and everything."

    The toxtricity's mohawk flared. "Up yours, you dumb hairless cat!"

    "Sorry. Not my type." Gene blew a kiss at Nikki and winked. "But if you've got any tox dudes back home who're single, you know where to find me."

    He turned back to Yuna, expression sharpening on a dime. "Anyway, I think you're worried that your powers increasing are a sign that Chiron is awakening. That she's going to return to how you remember her in those visions."

    The mewtwo held his right hand up, conjuring tiny psychic silhouettes of Chiron and Yuna. The drakloak was much bigger than the lunala. "Right now, you're in control." The Chiron silhouette grew while Yuna's shrank. "But if what we both assume is true, eventually there'll come a point where her will overpowers yours. Chiron then reawakens." Gene clenched his fist and both silhouettes disappeared. "And the Yuna we know disappears. Maybe embedded somewhere in Chiron's memories or spirit. But that's just different flavors of the same twisted sundae: you 'dying' so Chiron can come back to life."

    Everyone looked expectantly at Yuna. The drakloak's torso shriveled up slightly. "Well, when you put it like that... yeah, it makes sense."

    It didn't matter how she came to be reborn as a dreepy. She was Yuna. Adoptive parents or not, this was the life she knew. It was what felt right. All these weird visions of Chiron's past— no, of her past were wrong. She didn't want to go back. Maybe Yuna's life in the present wasn't perfect, but it was still hers.

    "Princess?"

    Rayquaza had slithered up to her right foot nub. "Tis always a chance tis not true. After all, you bonded with the Soul Dew. Chiron never did."

    Yuna frowned at him. She traced her hand around the Soul Dew again. "Did I really bond with it, though?" she wondered, glancing at both tiny Sages. "Could you summon your predecessors from your Soul Dews and give them tangible forms to fight with?"

    Rayquaza tapped his tiny claws together. "Err... nay. The Soul Dews were more like... tiny fountains of knowledge and wisdom. I could consult with mine, but t'was not anything like this."

    The drakloak crossed her arms. "Think that tells you enough. Don't you?"

    Rayquaza coiled up tighter. "I imagine I look rather foolish."

    Reshiram remained silent, however. Yuna glanced at him to see if he had anything to add, but to her surprise he abruptly dissolved back into the Soul Dew. Uh, hello? She tapped the flickering gem. Something wrong?

    "It's nothing. I just... I need to step back from this conversation."
    Reshiram sounded like he'd just flown halfway across the planet at top speed. "Too many hard truths getting dropped in succession. Messing with my head."

    Oh. I'm sorry.
    Yuna fought back the urge to snap at him and tell him to think about how she felt with all of this.

    Gene loudly cleared his throat. "We all good?" He Phantom Warped into the middle of the group, breaking a dust cloud apart with a quick ESP pulse. "Everyone get everything off their chest?"

    "I guess?" Fatigue started to hit Yuna. The tense conversation must have kept it at bay, but a dull throb turned to a heavy ache in her ectoplasm. She flopped onto the ground. "I just want a nap. I don't suppose someone could find a monk to bring me a pillow?"

    "Sorry. Too busy." Gene dusted his hands off and stretched his neck until it popped multiple times.

    "Busy with what?" Nikki said. "Making people think you want to snap your sp— hey! Lemme go!"

    Yuna glanced up in time to see Gene emerging from a Phantom Warp, holding the toxtricity's right arm. "Training you," he said, smirking and flicking his right wrist. A blue rift opened behind him.

    Nikki's eyes widened. "The hell do you think you're do— iiiiiiiiiing!"

    The shadowy mewtwo tossed Nikki into the rift. Then he opened a second rift, stuck his left hand in, and pulled out Nikki's leather jacket.

    "I'll leave you to get that rest." He bowed to Yuna, then fell back into the rift while flashing a toothy grin. The drakloak was too tired for Gene's shenanigans to get to her. She just sighed and... sank into the ground slightly, as if she were mimicking an Acid Armoring vaporeon.

    "What an ass," Seifer snorted, flicking dusty hair out of his eyes.

    "Makes you wonder what the humans were thinking making mewtwo so pear-shaped," Jade added, chuckling into her wing. A stink eye from the keldeo made her tail flaps curl. "Aww, lighten up. It was a joke."

    "Your taste in jokes needs work," Seifer deadpanned. He turned to Lycanroc and the big muscle bug. The latter was still out cold and, at this point, Yuna wondered if they would even wake up. "So, Mr. Stone—"

    "Ah, please call me Sigurd. 'Mr. Stone' makes me sound like an old man."

    "Are you not old?" Jade tilted her head. "For some reason I feel like your condition is supposed to be an old man thing."

    "Well, I'm no spring torchic, but I'm not covered in back hair," Sigurd said, his machine emulating a chuckle. "Anyway, you were saying?"

    "What's with the patchwork rock mutt?" Seifer asked, pointing a forehoof at Lycanroc.

    Yuna tensed. Hearing "patchwork" brought Xeromus to mind, along with a spark of panic that he was somehow responsible for Lycanroc's appearance. Meaning she brought one of his minions right to her friends and family!

    "I think that's a bit off base," Reshiram hastily interjected. "Possible? Maybe. But we already know that Malice and distortion can mutate people. Xeromus has nothing to do with it."

    I— right.
    The drakloak took a breath to steady herself, but remained on the ground. But why is he with Sigurd?

    "My honest opinion? I'm just remembering what that Vince guy told us,"
    Reshiram said.

    What Vince told them? Something about trying to build the Red Chain, and that doing so first involved finding Sigurd.

    ... And someone else!

    Yuna almost sucked in a mouthful of dirt. She stuck her head up. "Are you the Overseer?" Yuna paused. "The one they said is trapped in our dimension?"

    Jade and Seifer looked expectantly at Lycanroc, who folded his hands behind his rocky mane. "You're full of surprises, ain't ya, mate?"

    What is that accent? Yuna wondered, only to quickly brush the thought aside. She had her answer, which gave her enough energy to push herself back into the air.

    "Though I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint," Lycanroc continued. "I was an Overseer intern. Only started learning the ropes when I got trapped here." He paused to scoop up a pawful of dirt from the ground and ball it up. "Well, not specifically here. Certainly in this world, though."

    Seifer squinted. "But you did work for them."

    "Yeah. Briefly." Lycanroc scratched the back of his head. "Imagine if you got fired during your on-the-job training. That's the best analogy I've got."

    The keldeo's expression soured considerably. Clearly he was still sour over losing his Radiant Guard job. He looked away from Lycanroc. "Fine. Can we get a name at least?"

    "Jaeger."

    "Ooh, how mysterious," Jade sang, her tail flaps fluttered like ribbons behind her.

    "Yeah, that's how most my first dates start." A beat passed, then Jaeger shook his head. "Kidding, of course."

    "Of course." Seifer rolled his eyes. "Let's just cut to the chase, then. Do you know about the Red Chain or not?"

    Jaeger nodded slowly.

    "When I met this bloke he showed me this funny book that sounded ancient by Qliphoth standards," the lycanroc explained. "Said stuff about taking hold of space and time. First thing that came to mind is the Red Chain."

    Yuna fidgeted. "And you knew that because..." Her voice trailed off, because she had a feeling what Jaeger's response would be.

    "Because the Red Chain exists in other worlds, too."

    Seifer sighed and shook his head. "Of course it does. So, can we get the short version explaining what it is? I presume it's more than just a chain of red links."

    "Spot on again." Jaeger chuckled. "Suppose I can indulge you." He looked around. "Don't suppose there are any sticks around here, are there?"

    "You're a dog." Jade folded her wings at her sides. "Don't you, like, have a sixth sense for sticks? A stickth sense, as it were."

    "Bit of a misconception, I'm afraid," Jaeger said, walking around and scanning the dusty ground. He sounded like he was rolling with the jabs, at the very least. "C'mon. Surely there's at least one twig in all this dust and grass."

    "Why do you even need a stick?" Yuna asked, rubbing the side of her head.

    "What else am I going to draw on the ground with, chalk?"

    Shrugging, Jaeger gave up and walked back toward them. "Guess it's paws and claws, then." The lycanroc sat down and began tracing in the dirt. Jade waddled over, tilting her head slightly.

    Yuna felt Rayquaza's sudden presence in her mind. "Did thou seest that?"

    The drakloak squinted. He's... drawing circles? Are you saying his artistry leaves something to be desired?

    "Nay. T'was a brief emerald sheen in his fur,"
    Rayquaza explained. "Like a sheet of little hexagons."

    Reshiram gasped. "Like Ziggy?"

    Ziggy?

    "Sir Zygarde."


    Yuna frowned. Maybe the fatigue had gotten to Rayquaza, too? She didn't see any sort of connection between Jaeger and Zygarde. And if those Chiron visions of hers were any indication, Zygarde's needle had already gotten pulled by someone else. Someone who couldn't possibly be Sigurd.

    "All right." Jaeger listed his hands and dusted them off. "It's no Brassius or Mina, but it'll do."

    Jade tapped her chin with a wing. "What are we looking at, exactly?"

    "The Red Chain." Jaeger pointed to a crude ring of tiny circles. "It's an artifact that spans countless worlds. In many of them, crazed humans would attempt to create one in order to control pokémon that embodied space and time themselves."

    "I'm sorry... what?" Seifer stared blankly at the drawing. "You're saying there are pokémon out there that just can just casually—"

    The keldeo stopped himself, then glanced at Yuna. "Never mind. That makes perfect sense." He hung his head and shook it. "Horrifying implications, sure, but perfect sense."

    "It's not as if I want to be able to open rifts!" Yuna protested. Maybe Seifer didn't mean it as an insult, but it was hard not to think of it that way.

    "It's certainly curious." Jaeger rubbed his snout with his right paw, then rested it on the dirt by a crude drawing of Leo's wheel with two circles on either side of it. "Because, as far as I can tell, Dialga and Palkia, the gods of time and space, do not exist in this universe. And I thought the same was true of Arceus, as well."

    Yuna thought back to what Alder and Kora had told her before. "Arceus is associated with creation or something, right?"

    Jaeger nodded. "It holds many titles across many worlds. The Alpha. The Original One. The Creator." The lycanroc lazily twirled his left paw around in a circle. "No matter the phrasing, it's almost always the same. Arceus emerges from an egg into nothing and shapes the universe." He tapped the drawing on the ground again. "That typically involves creating its 'children,' Dialga and Palkia."

    "But Leo didn't hatch from an egg into nothing." Jade's tail lazily thumped against the dusty ground while she tapped her right foot. "He hatched from an egg trapped in a swamp." She glanced at Yuna. "An egg I was holding, right?"

    "Yeah." It made Yuna wonder why Leo thought she was his mother and not Jade. Because her touch made the egg hatch? "And, well, Leo didn't originally look like that. When Bahamut was alive, he was a tiny starcloud."

    "The color scheme's a dead giveaway, mate." Jaeger quickly scribbled a little cloud in the dirt and gave it a couple of pom-pom hands. "Cosmog. They're born from solgaleo and lunala coupling."

    Seifer frowned. "I don't know what any of those refer to. Are they pokémon, too?"

    "Pokémon. Ultra Beasts." Jaeger shrugged. "The line's kind of fuzzy in most worlds."

    Jade's right wing shot up. "Um, is this going to be on the test? Because I haven't been taking notes."

    A smirk tugged at Jaeger's lips. "Just because you asked, sure, sheila. Only for you."

    "Gah!" Jade pressed her wing to her chest like she'd been struck by an attack. "No! Not studying! That's my weakness!" The salugia paused. "Y'know, aside from rocks. And lightning and ice and dark and ghost and—"

    A glob of water splattered over Jade's force, inadvertently catching Jager, too.

    "Yes, we get it. Thank you," Seifer huffed. "Moving on."

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    (Art by https://twitter.com/fwicksart)

    "He's a charmer, eh?" Jaeger pivoted away from his drawings to shake out his mane. It didn't help much.

    "I'm just trying to keep us focused," the keldeo countered. "This is a lot of information and we don't need unnecessary quips."

    Jade let out a few sad chirps, sitting down while water kept dripping off her face. "I was only trying to lighten the mood a bit. It's a lot to take in, y'know."

    "Cool it, you two," Yuna said, rubbing her rectangular head. As far as she was concerned, the faster Jaeger told them what they needed to know, the better.

    That said, his explanation until now didn't sit right with her. "Let's go back a minute." The drakloak kept rubbing her head. "You said 'crazed humans' tried to assemble Red Chains in other worlds. That makes it sound like the Red Chain is a bad thing and we should absolutely not look to put it together."

    "In the wrong hands it can be quite dangerous," Jaeger admitted. Then he pointed to his last drawing: jagged lines straightening out. "In the right hands, it can mend tears in space and time." The lycanroc sat back, bracing his arms on either side of him. "And, well, sounds like we've got enough tears around here to open up a goth fashion boutique."

    Goth?

    "I'm not touching that one,"
    Reshiram said.

    "There's also the fact that the Red Chain already exists," Sigurd cut in, slowly moving his chair up to Jaeger's side.

    Seifer squinted. "What? Then we don't need to assemble it."

    "It's split into fragments," Sigurd clarified.

    "Which means 'assembling' translates to gathering fragments," Yuna said, resuming rubbing her rectangular head. "On top of the ongoing Needle thing, the anomalies, and, oh yeah, now Leo apparently has these plates that may or may not be scattered around inside these anomalies." The drakloak squeezed her own ectoplasm. "Starting to think I should hit up Mom and get the whole Aeon army on board with this. It's way too much for a small team to handle on its own."

    Maybe she should've asked for more help far earlier, but there was no going back to fix it.

    ... Or maybe there was with a complete Red Chain and— okay, now her head hurt again.

    "Plates?" Seifer raised a brow. "What do plates have to do with this?"

    "Most arceus have plates that embody the elements. Translate into pokémon types," Jaeger said. "Sounds to me like you found one."

    "Yeah. Chernabog had it." Yuna pointed to her waist. "I think it was stuck in his belt as some sort of big, fist-shaped crystal."

    Jaeger frowned.

    "Something the matter?" Jade asked. "You turned sourpuss quickly."

    "Nah, 'm fine, mate." The lycanroc waved her off.

    "He's lying," Reshiram immediately said.

    But Yuna didn't think it worth him to press someone who was still a relative stranger on the subject. Instead, she opted to briefly explain what had happened to her and Leo inside the anomaly core.

    "Yeah. That about lines up." Jaeger bobbed his head, some of his earlier unease disappearing. "All those rings and shapes Leo rearranged? The pattern he made is one that's often associated with arceus."

    "That... felt less like a pattern and more like the floor of an Aeon tavern when drunk dragons are playing ring toss," Yuna said. "But, sure, whatever you say."

    Jade slowly raised her wing again. "Can I say something? I promise it's not a bad joke this time."

    "Uh, sure?" Yuna said. "You really don't need to keep asking for permission like that. We're not in school."

    "Sorry." Jade lowered her wing, shuffling back and forth. "I think Bahamut had a thing for raising hands when we were apprentices." She paused. "Never mind the fact that I'm pretty sure most Sages don't have hands. Just hand substitutes."

    Yuna waited for Rayquaza or Reshiram to say anything to the contrary. And when they didn't, Yuna decided not to dwell on it. She was out of energy and patience to express her disbelief over the claim.

    "Just say your piece already," Seifer huffed.

    "Right." Jade balled her wings into fists and pumped them. "So, like, these plates are important for Leo, right? And the Red Chain is connected to a couple of pokémon who are also related to Leo." She leaned forward circling her wing to gesture for someone else to jump in. But no one did. "You guys see where I'm going with this, don't you?"

    "Uhhh..." The drakloak batted the bottom of her rectangular head. "You want to try and use them like magnets? To attract each other?"

    "Not the comparison I'd pick, but basically!" Jade chirped, tail wagging. "We have one plate already. Maybe it'll point us toward another? And then the more we gather, the easier it'll be to find Red Chain fragments."

    Silence as the group considered Jade's idea. As it stood, they'd have to keep diving into anomalies to stop the dimensional cataclysm. And if there were more plates waiting for them, then—

    "Or-r-r-r-r-r-r." Sigurd's machine tried to draw out the word, but its synthetic voice kept repeating the letter R instead. "We could use the fragment we already have to find the others."

    Jade stiffened. "We have a fragment?!" She blinked a few times, then squinted. "Waaaaaaaait a second. You have a fragment, don't you?"

    Sigurd turned his wheelchair around, revealing the various medical devices and their colorful blinking lights and bars. There was also a metal capsule strapped to one of the machines. Jaeger walked up to the capsule and pressed down on the top. It opened with a whoosh of compressed air, dropping a string of four red hexagons into Jaeger's paw.

    The moment Yuna glimpsed them, a horrible chill ran down to her tail. Her body tried to retreat into her head and it took every ounce of self-control to stop it from happening. She glanced at her torso. The shadows were there. Trying to push themselves out of her back. Just like with the plate. Perhaps they were related, like Jade thought.

    "You know you could have led with that," Seifer said, shaking his head.

    "I could have. But this way was funnier," Sigured responded. Fortunately, he didn't try to simulate another laugh with his machine.

    The keldo rolled his eyes. "Delightful."

    "Aww, c'mon. It's at least a little funny." Jade attempted to elbow Seifer, but he stepped out of the way.

    Seifer's eye twitched. Yuna figured he was trying not to say something that would insult a terminally ill human.

    "At the very least, I don't think it's worth taking this conversation further," the drakloak piped up, hoping to deescalate things. "We shouldn't plan anything without the others." And with Gene having gone Nikkinapping, coordinating things to bring Team Bureau up to speed would have to wait.

    "Oh, God." Yuna promptly buried her face in her hands.

    "What?" Jade said.

    Yuna dragged her hands down her face. "We're going to have to explain all of this to the others! Going through it once was exhausting enough!"

    "I think I can help you out there."

    Yuna's tail shriveled. "Cid? You've been listening this whole time?"

    XxX​

    At the sound of buzzing, Noctum picked his head off the cool metal table. He had hoped it was dinner, but it was just a familiar orbeetle hovering toward him.

    "Not entirely," Cid said. Noctum hadn't addressed him. He was probably talking to his X-transceiver. The black charizard had turned his off after bringing Team Bureau to Cyril's outpost. He needed some time without people's voices shouting in his head.

    Currently, however, that time off translated to sitting in awkward silence with Igneous, Valkyrie, Scarlett, and Kyoko — the salazzle showed up uninvited to the safe house and Noctum brought her to the outpost before realizing his mistake — at one of the restaurant tables. Well, awkward silence save for Valkyrie tapping her claw impatiently on the table. And Igneous idly sipping a cup of iced coffee. And the general background noise of space pirates, bounty hunters, and other lawless types who served as the restaurant's patrons.

    ... Okay, so maybe it wasn't exactly silent.

    "I was able to get a text-to-speech dictation system working on Cyril's computer," Cid continued, his spots flickering with excitement. "It's not perfect, but I think it transcribed a good deal of the newcomers' explanation."

    Noctum almost wanted to ask what Cid was talking about, but held his tongue. This was break time. Burger time, to be precise. Just as soon as someone actually brought out their food.

    "You'd think working with Cyril would get us special treatment or something," Valkyrie grumbled. The garchomp lazily stared out the big glass window. Junior's arena was farther away than usual, and given the bright sparks and pink explosions, the garchomp could understand why.

    "Right. Well, we're all at the outpost," Cid said. "You can meet up whenever you're ready." He paused. "Gene? No, I don't think he's here? But I'll keep an eye out for—"

    "'Sup, nerds?"

    "Ahhh!"

    A sudden blue rift made Noctum jump into the air, yelping. His tail flame brightened enough to cast a violet glow over his teammates. He hovered a meter above his seat, flame pulsating. Gene floated out of the rift with Nikki at his side. She held a squirming chatot by his tail feathers.

    "Unhand me, you saucy wench!" He flailed his wings about. "Chatot Gilbert, first mate extraordinaire, shall not stand for such—"

    His eyes fell on Valkyrie and he abruptly stiffened. "Ah ha." The chatot ran his wings across his music note head like it was hair to smooth out. "Mademoiselle Chomp. Such a treat to gaze upon jour fierce eyes once again."

    Valkyrie ignored him. "And you're dropping in unannounced because..."

    "Rebel leader. I do what I want." Gene winked at the garchomp, who scowled. "And also Sparkplug over here finished her training. Figured she could chill with the lot of you." He nudged the toxtricity forward with his yellow-tipped tail, then yoinked a squawking Gilbert out of her hands with his telekinesis.

    "You guys have fun catching up and stuff." The shadowy mewtwo smiled at them. "As for you." His expression promptly sharpened. "You really thought you and your stupid flunkies could waltz on down and try to 'pillage' my room?"

    "Non! Ve simply got turn-ed around a wee bi— yowch!"

    A tiny Psybeam zapped Gilbert. His feathers puffed out like static electricity had jolted him.

    "Oh, ze horror! Look away, Mademoiselle Chomp!"

    "I think we're going to have us a nice chat in private." Gene's shoulder crystal crackled ominously, then he vanished into another blue rift with the chatot pirate in tow. Awkward silence descended upon the group once again.

    "So, uh..." Nikki rubbed the back of her head. "How was Casaroja?"

    "Lousy," Igneous bluntly answered. "How was anomaly spelunking?"

    "Lousy." The toxtricity slide past Kyoko and into Noctum's seat.

    "Hey, I was sitting there!"

    "And now you're not, dweeb." Nikki dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Kyoko raised a brow, then smirked at her. The black charizard eyed the only remaining empty seat, next to Valkyrie, and winced. Sighing, he dropped onto it and folded his wings.

    "Well, we're just waiting for food to come," the salazzle said. "Maybe you can catch us up?"

    "Catch you up? Sure." Nikki reached for Igneous' iced coffee, then slapped his hand away when he tried to stop her. "Where the hell to start..."
     
    Chapter 64: A Red Chain Reaction
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 64: A Red Chain Reaction

    I got a new assignment. The last one of my "internship," assuming all goes well.

    They want to set up a small outpost in POV-2020. Multiple Overseers have been studying that dimension because there's something off with it and no one has a straight answer. So, they want to take a closer look because, apparently, they sense a lack of divinity. A void where one or multiple gods should be.

    I'll admit, them describing it like that gave me pause. I'm so far removed from it, but that part of my old life still burns bright in my mind. One of the Diyems said that's natural, since it was so formative to who I am now.

    ... I'm sure there's a smarter way to phrase that.

    But then the same Diyem told me the assignment sounds rather fishy. Or maybe it was one of the other ones? Stars, I can't keep track of them.

    Anyway, I asked him what he meant. Moving boxes and doing cosmic construction work sounds fine to me.

    He looked me dead in the eye and told me my home was POV-2017. That it should be close to POV-2020, and it's not. That, even by Ginnungagap standards, POV-2020 moves around enough that it's hard for the Overworld to track it.

    I told him he's just being his usual negative self. I've been doing well. I deserve to reach the next part of my "cosmic community service."


    XxX​

    "... and while no one can say for certain what brought about Prince Shimmer's surprise makeover, Blitzer, few Venishians are complaining. His Grace handled the supply distribution from the convoy in an efficient, organized manner. A far cry from his outburst during Parliament's closed session that raised more than a few eyebrows."

    The television feed panned from a suit wearing beartic to the midnight lycanroc sitting opposite him, paws clasped together under his chin.

    "Aren't you the least bit worried about why he looks so different?" Lycanroc asked. "Do you suppose distortion mutated him?"

    "I can't speak for others on the matter, Blitzer,"
    Beartic said, shaking his head. "What I can tell you is that Venish needs supplies. Parliament is too busy debating how much we actually need due to people fleeing the city."

    "Fleeing the city, or getting pulled into rifts?"
    Blitzer interjected. "Do I need to pull up some of the footage sent into our studio by viewers?"

    "PV off!" Justine called, pacing across velvety carpet and stopping to glance at the screen. It abruptly shut off and a green light on the corner of the machine turned red. The virizion stopped pacing, turning her attention toward a pink dressing screen decorated with lace, violet flowers... and the silhouette behind it.

    "Did you hear that drivel?" Justine stomped her forehoof down on the carpet. "Shimmer 'efficient and organized?' Is this PNN's idea of a joke?"

    Silence from the dressing screen. "I know you can hear me, Izzy." Justine puffed her cheeks out. "Did you order supplies for Venish without Parliament's approval? And entrust the delivery to Shimmer?"

    That got a sigh from behind the dresser screen. The silhouette moved to the left side of the screen. Isola poked her head out, horn glowing pink as she ran a pink brush through her pink mane.

    "It's nothing to lose your head over." Isola chuckled. "I see this as a good thing. You always said I coddled him too much and that he couldn't do anything for himself. Sounds to me like he's finally learning to take some initiative."

    It didn't sit right with the virizion. "But what about the transformation? Doesn't that concern you?"

    "Not really."

    Justine froze, then turned toward Isola. "Did you finally fess up about the eviolitis thing?"

    Isola shook her head. "No. But from the sound of things, he ran off into a distortion bubble and popped out looking a little different." She ducked back behind the dressing screen. "Maybe he did it to try and drum up sympathy after that ghoulish stunt in Parliament. I wouldn't put it past him."

    Justine eased a bit, acknowledging her wife had a point. If anyone was vain enough to try and win fake sympathy points, it was Shimmer. Perhaps he hadn't changed that much after all. "Maybe I overreacted." Her shoulders sagged slightly. "It's just... with everything going on lately, to have him run away only to show up out of the blue looking and acting like an entirely different person..." Justine's voice trailed off. "I'm an inquisitor, you can't expect me not to be suspicious."

    "I totally understand."

    The fairy rapidash finally emerged from behind the dressing sheet, garbed in a thin silk gown that loosely fit her torso. Despite her casual attire, she still wore her armored breastplate. It was smaller than during her public appearances. Justine was used to the sight and knew full well Isola's magic could change its size. Every time she asked why Isola kept it on all the time, she was met with little giggles or nuzzles in that one spot in the crook of her neck that made the virizion crumple like tissue paper.

    "Truthfully, I find it a bit surprising," Isola continued, slowly strutting past Justine while gazing at her reflection in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "But I'm not going to complain. If he wants to... assert himself and become a thorn in World Ender's side, then let him. Best case scenario, he proves himself capable of things we didn't think possible."

    Justine looked down. "And worst case... we lose our only son."

    A little tingle tickled Justine's nose. ESP tilted her head up so she was looking at Isola. "Worst case... the people rally around the loss and their grieving queen to drive out World Ender's forces."

    Justine stiffened. That sounded like something she would have said before Shimmer decided to run away. Talk about role reversals. "You're awfully calm about that possibility."

    "That's because I consider it an impossibility," Isola said. She was at Justine's side now, brushing her flank against the virizion's.

    "What, ahh, do you mean by that?" Justine tried to suppress a shudder. She loved the rapidash's touch a bit too much.

    "It's a secret," Isola replied, giggling.

    Justine squinted. "A secret you can't tell your wife?"

    A proper laugh this time. Isola pivoted, resting her head on Justine's back. "Ooh, dear, Madame High Inquisitor, you've got me backed in a corner. All right, I'll confess!" The rapidash lifted her head to show off her breast plate... and the red, eye-like gem in the middle. "My family heirloom, the Radiant Shield? It's more than just a crest. It has a special bit of power in it."

    Isola touched the gem to Justine's right thigh. An enthralling tingle made Justine's fur stand on end. Her holowear gem grew a bit warm against her right foreleg and, after a second, she realized her latex suit and fishnets were torn. The fabrics woven by the holowear's magic lay in ribbons on the floor.

    The virizion's brows raised. Had the shield... short circuited her holowear?

    Without thinking, Justine found herself whispering, "Go on."

    With a smile, Isola's horn glowed the same color as the Shield. Another shiver ran down Justine's spine and the rest of her holowear drifted down onto the velvety carpet. Isola stepped beside her. "World Ender's troops can do whatever they want. As long as I have this power—" She paused, her face hovering centimeters from Justine's snout. "No, as long as we have this power, they can't touch us. And the kingdom will stand."

    Justine thought she had a question, but Isola cut it off with a kiss. That same tingle — no, more like an electric shock — ran down to Justine's tail. Her jaw slackened somewhat and she clumsily stepped back.

    "Sounds... good," she mumbled.

    "I'm glad." Isola strutted past the virizion. "Now, come along."

    Justine slowly blinked. "To where?"

    "I feel so filthy after that little chat." The rapidash was already halfway toward a glass door on the far side of the room. "I'm drawing up a bath. You should join me."

    Justine was walking after Isola before she even finished her last sentence.

    XxX​

    Shimmer slowly meandered along the side of the freight train's caboose, despite burning muscle aches squeezing his legs. His hooves conjured tiny ice blocks to walk on so he didn't have to sully them in the railyard's dirt. The dusty air on the ride over had been bad enough, but then the air at Venish's rail station turned horrendously muggy as people packed inside in droves to get supplies from his convoy.

    Although he'd finished distributing the supplies and now awaited Demerzel's arrival, Shimmer couldn't stop thinking about the last couple of hours. He destroyed a giant World Ender robot! It was all him! He finally had some real firepower to throw his weight behind. The ponyta didn't have to fear World Ender's troops. He could trap them in a snowstorm at the drop of a hat!

    ... And the actual supply delivery. The supply delivery.

    Shimmer had earned praise for most of his life — a lot of it likely unearned, in hindsight — but this was different. The Venishians were genuinely glad to see him. Their gratitude was real. He wasn't getting talked up because of a photo shoot or something. No, he actually did good by his people. He stepped in when Parliament wouldn't!

    That had to count for something. It had to mean his mothers were wrong. That he could take initiative. That he did deserve the throne.

    ... It had to mean he could rescue Robin and Xander.

    Putting aside the discomfort of dirtying his fur, Shimmer sat down on the dirt behind the caboose's rear wheel. Groaning, he stretched out his neck, then his forelegs. This was an ache he'd never felt before. Not even after some of his more... vigorous extracurriculars with Xander.

    Was this that post-workout high that dopey bewear PE teacher always spoke of back at school when he tried to get Shimmer to do more than a light trot? It wasn't too bad.

    Not too bad at all. Shimmer flipped his icy mane over his shoulder, sighing. He could get used to this. Being a 'mon of action and reaping the praises for hard work, instead of doing the bare minimum and expecting to get something out of it because it was his right as Crown Prince.

    The ponyta tensed a bit. Maybe Vegna was right to belittle him. Maybe if Shimmer had actually pressed the matter with the dusknoir instead of crying foul to his mothers, he wouldn't have embarrassed himself in the Crowne Court and Parliament. And maybe his friends and future husband would still be here.

    Shimmer huffed out frost. Introspection time had gone on long enough. Where the hell was Demerzel? The overgrown vegetable was late. Shimmer needed a shower. And some decent food.

    He has crazy strong telepathy, right? The pontya tried to concentrate, which meant envisioning the bulbous-headed mutant.

    "Hey! Where are you? I can't stay in the railyard forever!"

    Several seconds of silence passed. Shimmer stomped his forehoof down, huffing in annoyance. He was pretty sure he did the telepathy thing right. Why wasn't Demerzel answering?

    Before Shimmer could try again, though, his tails crinkled. He sensed something. A presence— no, two presences. Not too far, but somewhat... blunted?

    The ponyta never was good at describing auras. But whatever they were, they came from the front of the train. Shimmer got up and crept forward. He tried to concentrate, raising his ears and holding his breath. He focused on his psychic powers again, knowing full well that if whoever was on the other side had decent enough ESP of their own, they'd sense him in a heartbeat.

    "... gambler needs to know when the time has come to cash in."

    The voice was a bit muffled, but Shimmer thought it familiar. Yet the ponyta couldn't quite put his hoof on who it was.

    "And, in His Excellency's opinion, you've worn out your welcome at the table. Played a few too many hands."

    Shimmer kept pressing forward, his footsteps slow and methodical. He couldn't afford to make noise. This voice was familiar, but not one he'd heard recently. It sounded too old and deep to be a classmate. An academy teacher, maybe?

    "You're pushing your luck and you are one small step away from losing the rest of your pot."

    ... No. The voice had too much of a sense of authority to it. And it definitely wasn't Vortex. Could it have been someone in the government, then? Maybe an MP or an administrator?

    "I have no idea what you're talking about. I think I liked you better when you were spewing unfunny, recycled stand up material instead of speaking in card game metaphors."

    Shimmer froze mid-step. He certainly recognized Demerzel's voice. But that second sentence...

    Minister Charles?

    The Mr. Rime had gone missing weeks ago, leaving the Radiant Guard completely stumped. Yet it sounded like Demerzel was talking with him right now!

    The ponyta decided he'd walked far enough. He pressed himself up against the side of the train, flinching from all the dust and gravel that stuck to his pelt.

    "I made it clear last time, didn't I?" Charles scoffed. "Thanks to your unwillingness to help us, your beloved Glastrier now belongs to the Grim Reaper."

    Shimmer's brow furrowed. The Reaper? As in Vegna?

    Wait. The dusknoir had fought an armored knight riding an icy steed back in Venish. And when it was over, the steed was gone. Did Vegna kill them? And were they someone close to Demerzel?

    What the hell was going on?!

    "And I made it clear last time that I am helping," Demerzel hissed. Shimmer thought he sensed a spike in psychic energy from the front of the train, but remained rooted to the spot. "This isn't something I can brute force. This is a fight won by the long knife that twists slowly. I've endeared myself to Radiance's royals. I'm giving you disgusting oafs the time you need to break the seals."

    "You call destroying His Excellency's troops helping?" Charles' voice brimmed with amusement. "Quite the side pot you're offering up there."

    "It helps keep everyone's attention focused within Radiance," Demerzel countered. "Otherwise, they might decide to try and find a way inside your precious empire. And then you'd really have a problem, wouldn't you?"

    Shimmer exercised every bit of willpower he had not to lash out, but it was grueling. The way Demerzel spoke... made it sound like all the help he was giving Shimmer was nothing but some sort of elaborate ruse! Was his growing strength part of that ploy? Had he let himself get duped into thinking he was finally making a difference, only to be made a fool of behind his back again?

    He couldn't stand for that. He wouldn't stand for that!

    ... But the ponyta refused to expose himself. He'd stay quiet. Get whatever extra leverage he could.

    Keep talking, you cads.

    "His Excellency doesn't see it that way." Cassius was still amused. "I'm simply here to tell you that your stunt earlier today cost your remaining spouse her rations for the foreseeable future."

    Shimmer tensed to avoid gasping and giving himself away. There it was. The piece tying things together. Charles — now under World Ender's employ, from the sound of it — was blackmailing Demerzel.

    They had his wife. Just like they had Shimmer's future husband.

    "Geryon!" Demerzel audibly strained. "You're starving her? Do you brutes have no morals?!"

    "If you start cooperating, we will happily give her the food and water she so desperately needs," Charles said.

    A heaviness gripped Shimmer's gut. What if he rushed to judgment? What if Demerzel wasn't using him... but helping him because of their shared circumstances?

    "... what do you expect me to do?" Demerzel's voice cracked.

    "His Excellency intends to deploy a new weapon to Tulpise to help build up the ranks of his Eternatus Troopers," Charles said. "You will advise the queen to deploy her army, but you will leave those plagiarized bugs behind so our Iron Moths can capture Radiance's soldiers to serve the empire."

    "And if I'm successful... you will stop starving Geryon?"

    "Feed her and heal the wounds that have persisted through her malnourishment," Charles replied. "I wouldn't take too long thinking about it, either. Last I checked, some of them looked infected. Who knows what could be eating away at her bloodstream?"

    Silence followed. Shimmer again held his breath. Given the shift in Demerzel's tone, the ponyta expected him to acquiesce.

    "... fine."

    "We have a deal, then?"

    "Yes."

    "Shall we shake on it like genteels?"

    "Keep your filthy hands to yourself."

    Charles chuckled. "Very well, then. I hope you truly choose to walk away and take your winnings... before there's nothing left for you to claim."

    A pulse of psychic energy followed. Shimmer pressed himself even tighter against the train, ready to spring into action if need be.

    Instead, Demerzel sighed.

    "You can stop hiding, Your Grace. He's gone now."

    Shimmer winced. So, Demerzel knew the whole time. Did that mean Minister Charles did, too?

    Demerzel appeared beside him in a blip of pink light. Shimmer hopped back with a startled whiney, his tails reflexively puffing out.

    "I did my best to try and mask your aura," Demerzel said, folding his hands behind his back. "Hopefully it was enough to keep that clod from realizing you were eavesdropping." He paused to glance at Shimmer. "You did eavesdrop, right?"

    The ponyta nodded slowly.

    "How much did you hear?"

    "I, uh, think I came in at the part where Charles was telling you it was time to cash in?"

    "You didn't miss too much, then." Demerzel's expression sayed unreadable, but he sounded... pleased?

    "Wait." Shimmer stepped toward his mutant advisor. "You wanted me to eavesdrop?"

    "Why else would I stay here after the ex-minister accosted me?" Demerzel countered, chuckling and shaking his head. "I knew you were here, after all. If this was a conversation I wanted to remain private, I would've insisted we go somewhere else."

    It sure sounded reasonable, yet Shimmer couldn't forget what he'd heard before. He looked down at the dirt. "This sounds like another trick," he muttered. "And I'm... not some tool for you to use!"

    "Of course you aren't. But I needed that Eterna stooge to hear what he wanted to hear," Demerzel said, turning away from Shimmer. He floated up to the train, looking at a metal ladder that went up to the roof of the car. "Surely you've seen one of your mothers try something similar when dealing with Parliament, no?"

    Shimmer bit his lip. Demerzel was right, but how could the ponyta be sure the reverse wasn't also true? What if Demerzel was lying to him, too?

    He had to make his stand here. Figuratively.

    "What are you hiding?" Shimmer squared up his stance. "If this partnership is going to work, it's high time you explained yourself." He took a deep breath. "What are your ties to World Ender? Is it blackmail... or something more?"

    Demerzel remained silent and unmoving... save for a pained grimace that wove its way across his face.

    "Do you consider yourself more of a visual learner, Shimmer?"

    Shimmer fanned his tails out. "Don't deflect."

    "Yes or no."

    "... tch." Mist swirled around Shimmer's hooves. "Visuals are... helpful. Why does it matter?"

    "Because I think, in this case, it would be easier to show than tell."

    Demerzel continued to stare at the train. Slowly, he reached up... and pulled his violet robes down ever so slightly, revealing a small brace around his neck. Demerzel touched the back of his neck and the brace came off with a sudden click. It dropped to the ground and Demerzel kicked it toward Shimmer with one of his long legs.

    It rolled to a stop by his feet, allowing Shimmer to see a small plastic circle that had opened up to reveal a photo inside. He recognized Demerzel... and the icy steed he saw in Venish. The black and purple equine drew a total blank, however.

    "My partners, Glastrier and Spectrier," Demerzel explained. "Taken from me by Eternatus' ruler. He has held their fates over my head to get me to aid him in his bid to free Eternatus from its seal within your world. I thought getting close to you and your family was the best way to do that... but the ruler went back on his word."

    "Because of Vegna?" Shimmer looked up at Demerzel.

    "He didn't send Vegna to take Glastrier from me. Rather, he forced Glastrier to come to Venish," Demerzel said, slowly curling his nubby hands up. "I think, whether Glastrier succeeded in terrorizing the city or somehow met his end... didn't matter to the emperor."

    "But it certainly matters to you," Shimmer said. "Did you talk with Vegna about this at all?"

    "No." Demerzel's expression sharpened. "I'm sure he could... bring Glastrier back. Or attempt to, at least."

    That wasn't the response Shimmer expected. "Huh?" The ponyta tilted his head.

    "Oh, were you not aware? He's a necromancer." Demerzel let out a bitter laugh. "He raises the spirits of the dead. It's the lesser-told part of the whole Grim Reaper schtick. That he kills the people he prosecutes to add to his army of the undead."

    Okay, that sounded a bit familiar. "I just figured the tabloids were sensationalizing to make some fast cash."

    "Even trash reporting can have a ripple of truth about it," Demerzel said.

    Shimmer stepped toward him. "Then isn't that all the more reason to talk to him? I have plenty of reasons to hate the guy, but if he's not in league with World Ender, then wouldn't he be willing to cooperate and give you back your partner?"

    "It's impossible," Demerzel cut in, expression growing more pained. He braced himself against the side of the train.

    "Because..." Shimmer raised a brow. This was not the time for Demerzel to call off his show and tell.

    Demerzel said nothing. Instead, he tightly gripped the side of the latter. His body lurched violently. Strange bars of static ran from his giant head to the ends of his long legs. Jagged, staticky spikes and squares jutted out in random directions, as if he'd suddenly turned into a glitching PV screen.

    The static jumped from Demerzel to the latter, and then the rest of the train car. An assortment of differently-colored glitching cubes and spikes spread out. Shimmer backpedaled, panic spreading across his face, as the glitchy shapes slowly solidified into black and purple globs of distortion.

    "... llar..."

    Demerzel had somehow managed to pry himself off the train.

    "Th... col... r..."

    Shimmer looked down at his feet. Demerzel's collar was glowing with pink energy. The ponyta levitated it into the air and slung it in Demerzel's direction. A wad of glitching squares grasped it... and all the static encasing Demerzel abruptly vanished. He dropped to the ground, shakily trying to strap the collar back on his neck.

    The train car hadn't returned to normal, however. It was still an irregular glob of distortion. Except now there were a few words scrawled across it.

    The Original One breathed alone before the universe came.

    Just as soon as the sentence appeared, it vanished in pink mist. Mist that faded into Demerzel's collar, now secure on his neck once again. He pulled his robes back up to his it, still breathing heavily.

    "What was that?!" Shimmer's eyes darted between Demerzel and the wad of distortion. It wasn't growing... but it wasn't shrinking, either.

    "The... proof... you wanted." Demerzel caught his breath, but didn't hover back into the air. "Vegna cannot revive Glastrier... because neither of us are meant to be. The same goes for Spectrier." He put his hand on his small, round body. "I suspect... Eternatus' ruler used Eterna energy to give them both stability. But Glastrier's stability is gone now... and this plate can only keep one soul stable."

    Shimmer didn't know where to even begin with that explanation. "'Neither of us are meant to be?' What kind of purple, flowery explanation is that?"

    Demerzel slightly turned onto his right side. "I... am not a mutant. I'm a calyrex. A species born to rule. To lead." He took several heavy breaths. "But I am lost. In time and space. Simply because I wanted to be a good leader... and protect my home from a very real danger."

    Shimmer shuffled back slightly. If calyrex was a pokémon, it was one Shimmer never heard of before now. "Trying to protect your home... from what?"

    "From the very same creature the Aeons worship! A wicked dragon of light!" Demerzel spat.

    The ponyta stiffened. So, that's why he believes so strongly the Aeons' god exists?

    "He was a danger to my partners. To my friends. To my home. His presence was a beacon for wicked souls!" Demerzel smacked his left hand against the ground. "So, I worked hard to get myself elected leader of my home. And when I won the election... I took the steps I thought necessary to protect the people who were depending on me.

    "I called an even higher power than that infernal dragon! I told the group how dangerous he was. How he had already broken my universe once before! And when they actually showed up, I thought it was going to happen! I thought they would take him away and we would finally be safe!"

    Demerzel looked at Shimmer and there was a frenzy in his eyes that he'd never seen before. "But you know what happened? Do you. Know. What. Happened?"

    He smacked the ground again. "They acquiesced to him! He gave demands and they listened! My pleas fell on deaf ears!"

    A half-laugh, half-wheeze escaped Demerzel's lips. "So you know what I did?"

    "Uhh..." Shimmer stepped back again. "You tried to leave?"

    "I tried to take away his powers! His light!" Demerzel said. "But things hit a snag. My device triggered on one of his, y'know, great-great-great-great grandkids or some ridiculous drivel! But only because they interfered with it!

    "The dragon should've just accepted his fate, but no! In a fit of rage, he... he somehow caused a chain reaction with my device that hit me and my partners!"

    The calyrex rolled onto his back and stared up in the sky. "Next thing I knew, I woke up all alone in this world. A world where familiar names like Horizon, Aeon, and Radiance were thrown around in all the wrong ways. And I was in such... such excruciating pain."

    He placed his hands on his neck. "But I soon found this plate. I don't know why it showed up. But it stopped the soul-tearing pain. It gave me... a sense of stability."

    Demerzel slowly hovered back into the air. "It wasn't long before Eternatus' forces made contact with me, however. And told me they were holding my partners." He shook his head. "That cooperation was the only way to see them again. The only way to return home."

    "And you believed them?"

    "I wanted to." Demerzel didn't sound too proud of himself. "You have to understand... I had no idea where I was. How things worked around here." He turned away, folding his arms behind his back. "But, even though I tried to do what they asked, it eventually became clear that they did not intend to hold up their end of the deal. Fortunately, the work I had done showed me that there's... an alternative way forward. A path to get home."

    He looked at Shimmer. "A path to get you the kingdom you rightfully deserve."

    Shimmer tilted his head. He already had a kingdom. Or he would, anyway, once it was his time to take the throne. "What's wrong with Radiance? It's my home."

    "That it is." Demerzel bowed his head down. "But, if things continue as they are, you will never see the day you take the throne."

    "What?" The ponyta squinted. "Because of World Ender?"

    "Because of your mother," Demerzel said.

    "Excuse me?" He took a cautious step toward Demerzel. "What, did you hear Justine planning a coup or something?"

    "Hardly. If I had to guess, she'll be on the chopping block soon enough, too."

    Shimmer tensed. "This isn't funny." Was this calyrex implying someone or something intended to off him and his family?

    "I wouldn't expect you to realize it." Demerzel shook his head, then pressed his right hand to his temple. "Perhaps Justine doesn't, either. But I sense it."

    "Sense what?"

    "That Isola and I are the same." Demerzel moved his right hand down to his torso. "Souls out of time and space." He paused. "Though I suspect that is deliberate on her part."

    Shimmer swallowed hard. He was finding it difficult to follow Demerzel's logic. "Can you elaborate?"

    "Perhaps you never bothered looking, but Isola used to be a... very different person. Until her time at Horizon Academy ended."

    "And?" Shimmer huffed out frost. "People grow up." His mothers certainly thought he needed to.

    "No. We're talking sudden, drastic changes," Demerzel continued. "And it doesn't stop there." He shook his head. "There are bits and pieces of similar reports stretching back for generations. All of them hidden. Difficult to find unless you know where to look."

    He turned away from Shimmer. "Besides, don't you find it strange that, throughout Radiance's history, there has never been a single king who sat upon the throne?"

    Shimmer stared blankly. "What? That... can't be right."

    "It's always been a queen. Married to another woman." Demerzel lifted both hands up and tapped them together. "They would sire one child. If the child turned out a boy... then he, at some point, would transition. The future king would become a future queen instead."

    The calyrex looked over his shoulder. "Do you feel as though you're not the right gender?"

    "No." Shimmer flicked his mane over his shoulder. "I'm happy with who I am." He stepped forward once more. "So, again, where are you going with this?"

    "Isola isn't Isola." Demerzel folded his arms behind his back again. "I don't know who she really is, but I know what she is: a body-snatcher. Someone who jumps from Radiant Queen to Radiant Queen. And, as the Crown Prince, you are her next victim."

    Shimmer shook his head. He almost stumbled and fell over in disbelief. "No. No, no, no." He laughed nervously. "That's... ridiculous. Something out of some schlocky PV miniseries."

    "It's the truth."

    "So, what?" Shimmer's eyes darted around. He kept trying to tear them away from the distortion glob, but couldn't. "Why tell me any of this? How does this help you with your... whatever?"

    "Because I need a new partner. Someone who, like me, has been wronged." Demerzel blipped over to Shimmer's side. "The shield your mother always wears?"

    "It's been with the family since the Darkest Day," Shimmer whispered, thinking about the oversized breast plate and the red gem housed inside.

    "That's what's giving Isola her power," Demerzel said, placing a hand on Shimmer's shoulder. He recoiled at first, but didn't move away. "I can sense something inside. A power similar to my plate. If we could take it from her..."

    "You want to steal my family heirloom?"

    "No. I want you to have it," Demerzel insisted, hovering in front of Shimmer. "... eventually, at least. But if we can take it... then we can combine it with the plate that I have. It can send me home. And then you can use the power to rid Radiance of the body-snatcher and Eternatus in one fell swoop."

    He put his other hand on Shimmer's other shoulder. "You will be the king that Radiance truly deserves. The king you've always thought you could be."

    Shimmer looked into Demerzel's eyes, trying to tell if he was getting played. Yet it was hard to argue against the things he had just seen. "How would we even combine them?" the ponyta wondered.

    "That's where Dr. Arianna comes in," Demerzel whispered. "She has all of Tesla's brains and none of the attitude. And given how she feels your mothers have wronged her and her life's work, I suspect that swaying her to our side will be the easiest part of this whole endeavor."

    He took his hands off Shimmer's shoulders and drifted back slightly. "I understand that this is... a lot to take in. But I am committed to this. You deserve a future. You deserve your birthright. Just as I deserve a chance to return home."

    The calyrex extended his right hand. "What do you say, Your Grace? Can I count on your support?"

    Shimmer stared at Demerzel's nubby hand. "These ice powers. What happens if things don't work out?"

    Demerzel didn't move. "They'll return to me, but you will be unharmed."

    Silence ensued as Shimmer chewed on everything. And it was a lot. The ponyta was afraid of being tricked again. But the early admiration from the Venishians felt so good. He wanted more of that. And he couldn't get it if he let things end here. And certainly not if Isola really did end up snatching his body.

    Shimmer stuck his forehoof out and pressed it to Demerzel's hand.

    "I hope, for both our sakes, you're telling the truth."

    Demerzel pulled his hand back and curtsied with his purple robes.

    "I won't let you down, Your Grace."

    XxX​

    High above the unsuspecting duo, a dusknoir sat atop a corviknight, looking at the tiny fissures running up his right arm. Golden vapors faded into the air around it.

    Vegna squeezed his right arm with his left hand.

    Griffon glanced back at Vegna. "Did you get what you wanted, V?"

    "It would appear so."

    "So, why the long face?" Griffon paused. "Or, well, y'know, whatever the equivalent is for dusknoir." He flicked his right wing dismissively.

    Vegna's eye dimmed.

    "Necrozma is inching toward rebirth as a Phantom," he whispered. The ectoplasm on his right arm bubbled under his hand. "And, all this time, the source of his greatest pain — the one who struck down his family — has sat out in the open. Upon a gilded throne of lies."

    "But you always suspected it, didn't ya?" Griffon said. "That's why you got this job in the first place, ain't it?"

    Vegna tightened his grip on his arm. "We have to find him... before it's too late."

    "Find who?"

    "The only one who beat Necrozma when he was still whole: Mewtwo."
     
    Chapter 65: Caught Up in the Particulars
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 65: Caught Up in the Particulars

    The Butterfree Effect.

    On paper, it's a logical fallacy. The idea that a tiny change in the past could create a giant ripple effect that unravels the future. The mathematicians who created the theory didn't account for legendary pokémon.

    I've gathered all the material I can think of surrounding our legends and myths. The Butterfree Effect assumes that Dialga and Celebi are not keeping a constant watch on time. When a ripple appears, they can patch it. Thus, a flawed theory.

    But what if we applied that argument to
    space. Legendary pokémon can display tremendous power, sure, but can such immense might spread across space itself? I'm not sure.

    I think it's reasonable to believe that there's a limit. Consider this: a ripple at one point in space beyond our legends' control — perhaps another world entirely — grows to such a degree that, by the time it reaches our world, space is unravelling. And since space and time are so intricately connected, time begins to break down as well. But because the ripple originated somewhere beyond the legends' control, they cannot fix it.

    Yes, I like this theory. It could explain several things. Like why I've seen
    him and his togekiss in archival photos of Jubilife Village when it should be impossible for him to be in two places in time at once. Or the dreams where I'm not a researcher, but some high-level pokémon trainer who researches myths on the side as a hobby.

    It could even explain the artifact I found in the forest outside of my lab the other day. A crystal sphere with a golden wheel, like the broken symbols scattered around the Spear Pillar. It feels almost otherworldly. Lucario is transfixed by it whenever she sees it.

    I stumbled across something big. With this theory and this artifact, the Space Globe, I can finally solve all these mysteries. Unravel every myth and legend.

    The results of my research will offer humans and pokémon infinite possibilities.


    XxX​

    "Aaaaaaand that about sums it up."

    Nikki leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the table. Noctum frowned at her, too far to force her to put her feet back on the floor where they belonged. Fortunately, Igneous had it taken care of. The grovlazzle elbowed Nikki's feet.

    "C'mon, we're in public," he said.

    "Tch. Fine." The toxtricity slouched over, resting her right arm on the table and laying her head in her right hand. She glanced at the others, Noctum in particular. "Okay. You look like you have questions. Shoot."

    "Yuna told you she's Chiron?" The black charizard tapped his index claws together.

    "Yep."

    "And that Chiron is— or was Bahamut's wife?"

    "Yep."

    "This can't be right! The Aeon Himself... had a family?"

    Noctum's tail flame sparked. He looked over his shoulder to find Yiazmat floating behind him, ectoplasmic tail rippling. "I don't understand," she whispered. "The scriptures mentioned nothing about Bahamut having a family."

    "They probably also didn't mention him blowing up other civilizations, either," Nikki said, lazily twirling her left index finger around. Scarlett frowned at her. "What? I thought Princess had already dropped that truth bomb on her mom."

    "Your Highness." Noctum got to his feet and offered an arm in support. "It's as much of a surprise to me, too, but—"

    Yiazmat turned away. "I'm sorry." She took a shaky breath. "I need some time to myself. To think." She zipped away before Noctum could say anything else.

    Dejected, the black charizard sank back into his seat and put his head in his hands. What was he supposed to do about this? Yuna was practically family, yet he couldn't think of anything to do to support her. Or Yiazmat, for that matter.

    He tensed from a cold, scaly arm on his back. Noctum glanced at Valkyrie.

    "It's out of your control," the garchomp said. "Not worth letting it eat at you."

    Noctum looked at the floor. That... sounded like advice, but Noctum wasn't sure what he could do with it.

    Igneous cleared his throat. "So, what was the point of Gene's training, anyway?"

    "Oh, that?" Still resting her head against her right hand, Nikki tapped her left index finger and thumb together, generating a few sparks. "Boss Kitty had me work on Nuzzle."

    That was enough to get Noctum to look up. He mouthed the attack name.

    "What'd he have you learning that baby attack for?" Kyoko wondered, mimicking Nikki resting her head on an arm she lay on the table.

    "Not learning. Improving." Nikki pushed herself up, hopped out of her seat and walked over to a nearby metal pillar. "Check it."

    Noctum wondered if she was about to hug the pillar when the toxtricity hopped into the air. Yellow electricity crackled around her feet. Nikki swung her legs up. The lightning tickled the metal pillar and, within seconds, Nikki had landed on it like it was the new floor.

    "Tada!" Nikki held her arms out, then flipped a couple of birds toward the ceiling. "Gravity can kiss my ass!"

    "... what." Igneous stared blankly at Nikki.

    "That— I don't think that's how gravity works," Noctum muttered. But the black charizard decided it wasn't worth harping on it any further. "Congratulations, I guess?"

    "Thanks, Zardy!" Nikki hopped off the pillar and strode confidently back to her seat. "I bet this'll come in handy for the next place we visit."

    Noctum wasn't convinced, but kept that thought to himself. Instead, he asked, "So, are you going to apologize to Yuna?"

    The toxtricity froze in the middle of sitting down. Her mane shrank a bit. "Ah. Er..." She glanced at the others, who were still staring at her. "I thought I already did?"

    "Seriously?" Igneous shook his head in disbelief. "Sounds to me like you brushed her worries off as nothing."

    "Whaaat?" Nikki sat down, holding her hands up innocently. "No way! Boss Kitty stepped in and explained it. It makes sense and stuff." She scratched one of her horns. "There wasn't really much for me to add. Of course she'd be scared."

    The grovlazzle frowned. "And you told her that?"

    Nikki's mohawk shrank again. The silence told Noctum the answer.

    "Hello. Guzzie hopes he is not interrupting. Your food is ready."

    Noctum looked up to see the large guzzlord looming over them with a food tray in each hand. Guzzie passed out their respective meals, ending with Noctum's burger. It had a pretzel bun styled to look like an eevee with its pointy ears and tails. He thought it cute, but it also stirred something deep inside him. Charizard predator instincts, perhaps?

    "Oh. Guzzie did not realize another friend had come." The guzzlord stomped over behind Nikki. "Can Guzzie get you something?"

    "You got chili fries?" the toxtricity said.

    "Guzzie can make chili fries."

    Nikki snapped her fingers. "Swell. Let's go with that."

    Guzzie nodded and stomped away, leaving Noctum to take a big enough bite of his burger to remove the entire eevee face that had been grilled into the bun.

    "So, Nikki, you going to say the right thing to Yuna?" Igneous pointed a forkful of lettuce at her.

    "I, uh—" Nikki looked down guiltily. "Look, Twiggy, I ain't the best with touchy-feely stuff, but when I said 'it doesn't matter,' I meant it."

    Noctum swallowed his large bite of food, then took another, protracted bite as if that somehow illustrated his displeasure at Nikki's attitude. She must have caught on, because she flinched and looked away with him.

    "It's just... I don't care if she was Chiron. Or is Chiron." Nikki waved her left arm around. "She's always been Yuna to me. She'll stay Yuna to me."

    The toxtricity smacked her hand on the table. "The way I see it, if I don't give the Chiron part of her the time of day, it won't take control. What's so bad about that?" She looked around at the others. "C'mon, I can't be the only one who'd rather keep Princess than lose her to some stuffy moon bat."

    At that, everyone's gazes rolled to Noctum, who was still chewing. He hastily swallowed, grunting. Nikki did have a point. Sort of.

    "Of course I don't want to lose Yuna. She's family."

    But what right do we have to try and stop Chiron reawakening? he wondered, though he couldn't bring himself to say that out loud. Still, Noctum knew Yuna wouldn't drop this subject. She'd try to figure out the why behind all of this no matter what anyone told her.

    "See?" Nikki sat back in her seat. "C'mon. Maybe I botched the execution, but my heart was in the right place."

    "Then what about me?"

    Nikki sat up straight, trying to avoid making eye contact with Scarlett. Igneous glanced nervously at the dragonair. "Um, are you okay?" he whispered.

    "I'm fine." Scarlett held her head up. "I just want to know if you're still mad at me, Nikki." Her neck bauble flickered. "I may not be, y'know, running into the fire like you, but I think I deserve to know if you're going to hold a grudge or not. Because I know you like your grudges."

    Silence. They were practically locked in a staring contest, expressions unreadable. Noctum didn't like the tense silence. He leaned over and tried to sip the last of his water, but there was so much ice his straw made a loud schluuuurp and everyone's eyes fell on him.

    "Sorry," the black charizard mumbled, sliding his snout off the straw with a sheepish grin on his face.

    "Dork." Valkyrie elbowed his belly, but his armor protected him.

    Finally, Nikki sighed and slouched over a bit. "No, I'm not mad anymore. Simmered down or whatever." The toxtricity shrugged. "You told me your reasons. I don't agree with them, but staying pissed at you doesn't fix anything." Nikki squeezed the lapels of her leather jacket. "And I want to fix it. You're my sis and stuff."

    Noctum gulped. There was a "but" coming.

    "It's gonna take time." Nikki's mohawk dimmed. "The lying... it hurt. Not the kinda hurt that we laughed at in Blightsmuth. This one's deep. I gotta... feel like I can trust you again."

    She pivoted away from the others. "Maybe that's not what you want to hear, but it's the best I've got."

    Scarlett's wings drooped. Igneous was about to put his hand on the dragonair's back, but stopped. Perhaps the grovlazzle caught the same determined glint in her eyes Noctum did?

    "I understand." Scarlett bobbed her head. "I appreciate you being honest with me. Hopefully, I can return the favor soon enough."

    "Yeah." Nikki's mohawk rippled faster.

    Silence fell over the group, until Nikki abruptly swiveled back around on her seat. "All right, no more touchy-feely sentimental silence." She smacked her right arm down on the table. "I dished on the anomaly stuff. What happened in Casaroja?"

    Noctum recalled the pizza truck onslaught... and all the midair spinning that went with it. The black charizard's tail flame dimmed. "I think I'm full." He pushed his plate toward the middle of the table.

    "No fooling?" Nikki eyed the last third of his burger and fries.

    "Take it," Noctum said. He rolled his eyes while the toxtricity dragged his plate in front of her.

    "Seriously? Smiley face fries?" Nikki dangled one in front of her face. It resembled a pikachu head. "I thought this place catered to adults."

    A scaly arm between Noctum's shoulder blades made him sit up straight. "Our resident dweeb asked for them." Valkyrie laughed. "Apparently, the big guzzlord keeps them around for his son."

    Noctum pouted. "Smiley faces make me happy."

    Nikki looked at the pikafry and ate it in a single bite. "Ah, c'mon, Zardy. No need to be ashamed. It's okay to want to feel like a big apex predator from time to time."

    Noctum's cheeks burned. He curled his claws around the edge of his seat. "So! How about that big train chase in Casaroja, huh?" he practically shouted. A few tables looked over in his direction. Valkyrie and Igneous shot them dirty looks and they returned their attentions to their own food.

    "You chased after a train?" Nikki ate another fry in a single bite. "How?"

    "In a pizza truck," Valkyrie replied. The toxtricity stared blankly at her. Noctum watched the realization slowly set in.

    "And they didn't even make you a pizza after?" Nikki shook her head. "Raw deal."

    "It was Cyril's fake pizza truck," Igneous said between bites of salad. "At least, I have to assume it's fake. No pizza-making stuff inside."

    The conversation devolved into a recap of the train chase. Nikki was amused for most of it, while Kyoko looked confused and Scarlett silently slurped up pasta noodles lathered in white sauce.

    "You gotta be kidding me." Nikki leaned over, pointing a chili fry at Igneous. "Shimmer mutated by distortion? And actually strong enough to cause you problems?"

    "I can't think of any other explanation," Igneous said, stuffing in one last forkful of salad. He set his fork down. "Same tone of voice. Same smugness. But not actively making things worse."

    "But he's gonna be a problem," Valkyrie huffed, slouching against the table. "Gonna have to tell Sakaki, aren't I?"

    "Maybe we can take Scarlett next time and have her sing Shimmer a lullaby?" Nikki mused, scarfing down a couple of chili fries. "Those, uh, Starlene powers of yours could get through even that dumbass' thick skull."

    "Right." Scarlett's wings drooped.

    "Aw, c'mon." Nikki's mohawk dimmed. "That wasn't an insult, it was a genuine suggestion." She put her hands on the table, tapping them rhythmically. "Your singing did stuff back when people were fighting that giant centiskorch robot, didn't it?"

    "It did." Scarlett wriggled nervously.

    "Nikki, I think you should drop it," Noctum said, before realizing what he blurted out and smacking his hand over his snout. "R-Respectfully. She looks uncomfortable."

    Awkward silence. Scarlett slurped up the last pasta from her bowl. "It's fine." She took a heavy breath. "I was... thinking about that. A lot. At the safe house."

    Igneous sat up straight. "Because..."

    "Because the idea of controlling people with my singing feels... terrible." The dragonair shivered. "I know I, like, invigorated you guys, but—"

    "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Igneous assured her. He was going to put his right hand on her back but noticed Nikki and Kyoko staring at him and put his hand back down.

    "No. I... I want to help." Scarlett sat up straight. "I helped make things worse for Radiance, so I should at least try and fix this mess." The dragonair looked at the others. "So, like I said, I was doing some thinking back at the safe house and... I think I came up with something. A way to 'reboot' Starlene."

    "Reboot?" Noctum raised a brow. He didn't think Scarlett had a machine inside her.

    "I'm sure there's a better word for it," Scarlett said, laughing nervously. "Anyway, uh, we workshopped it while you guys were... joyriding." She tucked her head down. Her horn and neck bauble glowed. Blue and red light trailed out of them...

    "Huh?" Noctum sat up straight. "Th-that's... wait." He blinked a few times. "Saint Latias?"

    But she had a headset around her head, mechanical wings, and a blue music note on her chest where Noctum was sure a triangle should have been.

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    "Hi, guys." Latias waved, then flourished with a little twirl. "What do you think?"

    Silence.

    "Wow." Latias frowned. "Not all at once."

    "Robo-wings, huh?" Valkyrie sipped some water from her glass.

    "I think it's great!" Igneous said. The grovlazzle used a bit too much enthusiasm by Noctum's standards. "She's got parts of your, uh, look in her." He twirled a claw around the side of his head.

    "Aww, thanks!" Latias chirped. "That was Scarlett's idea."

    "So, we still calling you Starlene, then?" Nikki wondered.

    Latias nodded. "That's the plan, Jan."

    "Nikki."

    "Right!" Starlene shot the toxtricity fingerguns. "I was rhyming."

    They locked eyes until Nikki tilted her head slightly. "She reminds me... of when we used to perform together."

    Noctum's gaze darted between Nikki, Scarlett, and Starlene. Maybe this was... the start of them patching things up for real?

    Any further developments would have to wait, however. A familiar blue rift opened in front of the table. A screeching Gilbert flung right past them, crashing into a table behind them filled with other space pirates.

    "Oof! Easy, Boss Kitty!"

    Cyril came next, plopped down at the head of the table seconds before Gene stepped out. "All right. Anyone still eating needs to box their food up and take it to go," the shadowy mewtwo declared, clapping his hands together. "We've got a situation."

    Everyone sat up in unison. "Go... where?" Noctum asked.

    "To..." Gene's voice trailed off and he looked down at his feet. "No, wait. Rewind." He twirled his left hand around. "Anyone still eating needs to grab their plates and follow me down to Cyril's workshop. Team meeting. I'll go... grab the group chilling with the monks."

    "Can you at least tell us what this is about?" Nikki said, scooping up her remaining chili fries as she got to her feet.

    Gene threw open a different rift and stepped toward it.

    "I found another Red Chain fragment."

    XxX​

    Yuna lay draped over a handle of one of Cyril's open toolboxes, staring intently at the brown, crusty rocks in Gene's right hand. The drakloak squinted. "That's supposed to be a Red Chain fragment?"

    "Yep." Gene's yellow-tipped tail lazily swished back and forth.

    "How did you even find it?" Yuna wondered, shifting a bit on the handle so she didn't fall off onto the grated floor.

    "Well, I was giving Gilbert a little talking to... and I saw this strange flicker of red light out of the corner of my eye." The shadowy mewtwo waved behind him with his left arm. "It was coming from... a closet I put Nova's stuff in."

    "Oh." Yuna looked down at the gears and pistons moving under the floor. That brief hesitation in Gene's voice... he still wasn't over Nova, was he? Or did bringing up Xeromus renew the pain of losing him?

    "So, you opened up the closet... and found a rock?" Widget sat behind Gene. The cosmic silvally leaned over and sniffed the rock. "Ew." He pulled his head back. "Smells like mildew on top of mildew on top of mildew."

    "Thanks, bud. Real helpful," Gene deadpanned. "Point is, we can prove it's the real thing, can't we?" He pivoted left. Jaeger was propped against the wall opposite Gene, holding the handles of Sigurd's wheelchair.

    "We can." Sigurd moved the chair forward while Jaeger let go. "I suspect, if that's really a fragment, it reacted to mine. After I removed it from its capsule."

    "Seriously?" Jade stuck her head up from the corner of the room. "What would that dinky little capsule have to do with it?"

    "The capsule is meant to block the energy the Red Chain emits," Sigurd explained. "Stop it from reacting to its surroundings. Jaeger, if you would?"

    "Right." The lycanroc mutt stepped up to the back of Sigurd's chair and pressed the top of the capsule. A hiss followed, then Jaeger held up the glowing red fragment.

    Again, Yuna tensed. She took deep breaths, trying to keep the shadows at bay. Stop them from pushing against her ectoplasm and trying to escape.

    "Ah! Gene's rock!" Jade's feathers bristled. "It twinkled!"

    By the time Yuna steadied herself, Jaeger had already stuffed the fragment back inside the capsule.

    "Seriously?" Nikki crouched down, eyeing the back of Sigurd's chair skeptically. "One little red flash and you're convinced?"

    Jaeger nodded. "'s good enough for me, mate."

    Sigurd moved the chair closer to Gene's outstretched hand. "I suspect... that fragment is fossilized. Hard to tell the age based on its appearance, of course. But it is a fossil that has stayed pristine through the ages."

    The toxtricity rolled her eyes. "Great. Another nerd."

    "Sorry. My family has a thing for rocks," Sigurd said.

    Leo hopped off Yuna's head and floated in the air, eyeing the rock. "If what's inside's important, then shouldn't we break it? Fighting trumps rock, right? I can break it!"

    "Leo, wait!"

    Yuna couldn't get off the toolbox handle fast enough to stop Leo from... buffing up.

    "Whoa, there, kiddo!" Gene held his hand up and Phantom Warped on top of Cyril's workbench, knocking over a few schematics. "It ain't as simple as breaking it."

    The cosmic zoroark dropped to his knees to gather the scattered papers on the floor. "Oh, sure, yeah, just walk all over my workbench. When was the last time you showered, by the way?"

    Gene hovered a few centimeters into the air, whistling innocently.

    "Pffffffft." Nikki held her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

    "Um, did Leo learn Bulk Up?" Noctum tittered, glancing between the cosmic arceus and his own, pencil-thin arms.

    "Tch. It ain't about muscle size. It's about using what you have." Valkyrie threw an arm over Noctum and squeezed his shoulder. "Ain't that right, dork?"

    "Ow! Wing joints!" Noctum's tail flame flickered erratically.

    Leo returned to normal in an orange flash. "Then how do we free the chain fragment?"

    "Well, last I recall, fossilized pokémon can be restored with machines." Gene glanced at Sigurd, in particular. "Earth's chock full of them."

    "Those are for once-living creatures," Sigurd pointed out. "You can't expect the same technology to work. No, I imagine you need another way."

    Gene tossed the fossilized fragment to himself. "Consider the floor open for ideas, then."

    Silence followed. Yuna didn't know the first thing about fossils, and judging by the blank expressions on everyone else's faces, they didn't, either.

    "Why not find, like, a pickaxe to chip away at the fossil until you find the good stuff?" Nikki tapped her right index finger against her left fist repeatedly.

    "Brute force it, eh?" Gene held the rock up to eye level, closing his right eye and twisting it around. "Dunno. Kinda feels like this'd be the fossil equivalent of heart surgery. One wrong cut and..." He dragged his left thumb across his throat.

    "Seriously?" Nikki flicked her right hand dismissively. "If a pickaxe could tear through it that easily, how are there even fragments around in the first place? Why didn't it just, y'know, turn to dust or something?"

    "Red Chains are quite powerful," Jaeger said, scratching the tip of his nose. "When their power is active, they do not crumble so easily. It takes someone with a mastery of space or time to unmake the Chain. Whatever happened to it... was not that. So, it broke into functioning fragments instead."

    He pointed his right index digit at the fossilized fragment. "But that one's gone inert. Can't do anything with it. And that also makes it... frailer than it should be. Unless you can find a way to recharge it, then it's useless."

    "And if it does break?" Yiazmat asked.

    "The rest of the Chain crumbles to dust," Jaeger responded, expression grim. "Leaving us up a creek with no paddle."

    "Great! We're walking on damn eggshells, then!" The toxtricity threw her arms up. "No brute force means I'm out of ideas."

    "Space-time relic. It's a space-time relic."

    Muttering, Cyril finished gathering his papers and stood up, placing them under an empty coffee cup that read "I went to Cyril's Café and all I got was this lousy mug."

    "That's right." Leo wagged his starcloud tail. "Do you have a space-time lockpick?"

    "No." Cyril scratched the back of his head. "But we could try putting it in a particle accelerator."

    Yuna blinked. She rubbed her rectangular head. "Um, what's that?"

    "Does what it says on the tin," Cyril elaborated. He twirled a lock of his starry mane. "The empire has a super collider on Kalidron IV. You hear about it so often it's practically a tourist attraction."

    "Kalidron IV," Cid mumbled, hovering by the door to Cyril's workshop. Yuna glanced at the orbeetle as he shut his eyes in thought.

    "That could do it." Jaeger snapped his claws and pointed at Cyril. "Or it could cause a chain reaction with the fragment and blow open a big hole in the fabric of this dimension."

    Everyone's head whipped in Jaeger's direction.

    "That's, um, a joke, right?" Yuna squeaked.

    "Only if it's false." Jaeger shrugged. "No idea, shiela."

    Multiple people belted out a "Seriously?!"

    Valkyrie stuck her right claw out at Jaeger. "Didn't you call it inert and fragile? You walking that back on us?"

    "If I may interject?" Sigurd said. "I believe the fragment is inert. It should be safe to try the super collider on it."

    "You believe it's inert?" Yiazmat flew toward Sigurd's chair. "With all due respect, sir, I would like a little more than belief if we're to attempt something that sounds dangerous."

    "Very well." Sigurd's breathing tube hissed loudly. "Perhaps Leo can test it for us, then."

    The cosmic arceus tilted his head. "Me?"

    "Yes. See if you sense any energy from Gene's fragment."

    "Okay." Leo eyed the rock in Gene's hand. He squinted. Then his mouthless face scrunched up a bit and his starcloud hair dimmed. "Nope! I only sense rock!" Leo chirped, then looked at Yuna. "Is that a bad thing?"

    Yuna shrugged. She figured it proved Sigurd's point.

    "It's really outta cosmic juice, then?" Gene tapped the rock with his left index finger.

    "Yep." Jaeger rested his paws behind his head. "So, like I said before, needs a spark. Betcha a recharge will unrockify it lickety split."

    Yiazmat fidgeted nervously. "And this super collider device could give it that spark?"

    "Correct." Jaeger paused. "No quips this time, mates. 's my honest assessment."

    "Glad that's settled." Gene tossed the fossil to himself. "Then I'll pop over to Kalidron IV and be back in a jiffy."

    He snapped his fingers and a rift opened behind him. "Meeting adjourned, I suppose. Go team."

    Yuna sighed in relief, ready to get out of the crowded workshop, when Cid's eyes opened and his spots lit up.

    "No, Gene, wait!"

    But the orbeetle wasn't fast enough. Gene's rift swallowed the shadowy mewtwo up and Cid stopped in the open air where Gene previously stood.

    "What's wrong?" Seifer raised a brow.

    "I thought the name Kalidron sounded familiar. Because I heard about it on the news here!" Cid turned to Cyril. "Do you have an EV in here?"

    "Yeeeeaaah." The cosmic zoroark pressed a button underneath his workbench. The wall behind Cid parted to reveal several different monitors. Cyril grabbed a remote from the top drawer of his workbench and pointed it at the largest monitor in his collection. It switched on to show the Eterna empire's sigil while music blared from an unseen speaker.

    "And now... a message from your emperor!"

    "Cripes!" Nikki squeezed her hands against the sides of her head, mohawk frazzling. "Turn that shit down!"

    Cyril mashed a button on the remote and the backing music quieted to a reasonable volume as the shot shifted from the empire's emblem to footage of... scattered fragments of rock, twisted metal, and all manner of scattered debris surrounded by a starry sky that brought Eternatus' insides to mind.

    "My people, I come bearing unfortunate news," Paradox said while the shot panned around to show more debris.

    Yuna's ectoplasm shriveled. Some of the debris looked... distinctly like parts of big, metal buildings. She watched horror spread over Cid's face.

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    "Kalidron IV, home of the famed Eterna Super Collider, has been destroyed."

    Several of Yuna's teammates shouted "What?!" in unison. Valkyrie stepped toward Cid, arms crossed.

    "Why didn't you say something earlier?" the garchomp growled.

    "I was trying to remember!" Cid raised his hands innocently. "But the news was about a rift, not a destroyed planet!"

    "I know. I am as heartbroken as the rest of you."

    The feed shifted to Paradox in his office, placing his hand on his chest and shaking his head. "News outlets had reported a giant rift appearing around the planet and we have just learned that the rebel, Gene, manipulated a rift's energy to overload the super collider, blowing the planet to smithereens!"

    As the deoxys spoke, a hologram of a planet appeared next to him. Distorted red and purple cracks wove their way through the hologram until it broke apart into tiny bits of orange light.

    "Oh, great." Cyril rolled his eyes. "Just what we needed. Paradox pinning another one of his screw-ups on us."

    A blue rift opened behind the cosmic zoroark. "CYRIL, WE'VE GOT A—"

    Gene popped out of the rift, only for Cyril to grab his head and jerk it in the direction of the EV screen.

    "But rest assured." Paradox clasped his tentacles together and holograms of spaceships appeared all around him. "Thanks to your beloved grand emperor, the people of Kalidron IV were safely evacuated with minimal issues."

    Gene blinked slowly. "Ah. I see you're on top of it already." He stepped out of the rift, which shut behind him.

    "Yep."

    "Is Paradox blaming me for it?"

    "Yeeeeep."

    "In light of the rebel's alarming attack on our Benefactor," Paradox continued, holographic stacks of paper money appearing beside him, "I would like to inform you all the bounty for his capture or annihilation is being raised to one squijillion eternabucks!"

    "Psst. Mom." Leo blipped onto Yuna's head. "How much is a squijillion?"

    "Uhh... a lot?"

    "I don't even think that's a real number," Reshiram mumbled.

    "Shut it off!" Gene growled, to which Cyril obliged. The shadowy mewtwo pinched his brow. "Great. Wonderful. So, no collider and I can't go poking around the planet's ruins."

    Seifer groaned. "You expect some of us to go there, don't you?"

    "Well, it can't be me." Gene rested his hands behind his head and glanced at Nikki. "Yep, the coach is benching himself this time. You want the rock? It's all yours."

    Nikki's mohawk sparked. "Why should any of us go out there? You saw it for yourself. There's nothing to salvage!"

    "'cept the crystals, shiela."

    The toxtricity whirled on Jaeger. "What crystals?"

    "You didn't see 'em? The supercharged lustrous ore." The lycanroc scratched his chin. "S'pose I should't've expected you to know what that'd look like."

    Yuna frowned. Why did lustrous ore sound familiar?

    "The monks!" Reshiram blurted out. "Brother Kora said Chakran is chalk full of lustrous ore." He paused. "Or maybe it was Alder."

    Who told them hardly mattered. "The monks mentioned that stuff, I think? Something about dimensionality," Yuna said.

    "That so?" Jaeger's snout twitched. "Yeah. I s'pose that dusty mountain—"

    "Mesa," Nikki cut in, earning several frowns. "What? You guys did it to me!" she huffed.

    Jaeger shrugged. "Then I s'pose that dusty mesa did have a... lustrousy scent about it."

    "Oh, so you can smell lustrous ore but you can't sense sticks?" Jade leaned in Jaeger's direction. "Talk about getting short changed as a dog."

    "Guys, focus!" Seifer stamped a forehoof down. "What's so important about lustrous ore in the planet's remains?"

    Jaeger crossed his arms in thought. "Well, I can't say for certain... but if that deoxys was telling the truth, then the glowing crystals I saw are solidified fragments of the giant rift that overheated the collider."

    Nikki tugged at her jacket. "Grrr. Quit the fancy science talk and spell it out in a way we can understand! What does that mean for us?"

    Cyril's mane dimmed, then brightened. "I think I get it," he whispered. "You're telling us the lustrous ore could take us to whatever's on the other side of the rift that used to be there."

    Jaeger grinned. "Exactly."

    Yuna's teammates muttered to one another. Asking what good would that possibly do for the team. And the drakloak agreed with them.

    Or, at least, she wanted to. But Leo was listening intently to all of this. And if everyone was describing the planet-destroying rift as a giant one, then...

    "It wasn't just a rift," Yuna whispered, folding her hands over her Soul Dew. "It was an anomaly. An anomaly screwed up the collider and destroyed the planet. And now it's all... chopped up inside that lustrous ore. If we don't seal it like we did with the other one, all that ore could cause a huge problem."
     
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    Chapter 66: Move It or LaRousse It
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
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    he/him
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    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
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    Chapter 66: Move It or LaRousse It

    Yuna had time to mentally prepare herself, with Cyril and Gene working together to outfit several of them with special collars for the trek to Kalidron IV's remains. Apparently they projected barriers that would "keep the harsh vacuum of Eternatus' innards from ripping you guys apart."

    Naturally, that made the drakloak less inclined to go through with this. But Leo kept pacing on the floor of Cyril's workshop and Yuna knew she had to support him.

    Gene outfitted Leo, Yuna, Nikki, and Widget with collars as a start, telling them that they could check where the lustrous ore led to and report back. If things were too chaotic on the other side of the anomaly, then Gene could give them backup. To Yuna's surprise though, Cyril joined them with a collar of his own, stating they should at least have someone around who dabbled in this kind of stuff. Just in case.

    The shadowy mewtwo didn't argue Cyril's point. He wished them all well and opened a blue rift behind them while Cyril put the Morph-O-Tron back on Leo, disguising him as a fake dreepy. Things turned much darker before Yuna even finished flying through it.

    She was used to floating everywhere, so not having solid ground to stand on didn't bother her in the slightest. Widget quickly engaged his flight mode and caught a flailing Nikki before her momentum could send her drifting into a ball of razor sharp metal fragments.

    And, really, that was all Yuna could appreciate. Chunks of metal, rock, and crystal drifted aimlessly around them. The latter gave everything a gray-purple tinge. The crystals were hardly bright, though.

    In some respects, it was like she was back in a mystery dungeon. With distortion taking the form of planetary rubble.

    "I feel like I went on a crash diet." Nikki's voice was muffled. Probably an effect of Cyril's barrier.

    "Well, yeah." Cyril floated next to her and Widget. "No planet means little to no gravity. Which makes moving around a problem for you and me."

    "What do you mean?" Leo wondered. "I feel the same as ever."

    "I mean that, without something solid to push off or someone to pull us around, we're not getting very far." Cyril's starry mane rippled. "Not that it matters. I see some lustrous ore pretty close by. Let's go to it. One of you grab my hair and take me over with you."

    "I got it." Widget's thrusters hummed to life. He flew over Cyril and grabbed the zoroark's puffy, blue-purple mane. Yuna and Leo flew after Widget and his passengers, heading toward planetary chunks that might have been the corner of a building at one point. There was a purple, moon-shaped crystal lodged in a scorched rock slab.

    "Hey, uh..." Nikki rubbed the back of her head. "Can we really trust this lustrous ore stuff? What if it, like, phases us inside a wall or so deep underwater that we get crushed to death?!"

    Yuna abruptly stopped. She... hadn't considered that. "Oh, God, that's totally a thing we have to worry about, isn't it?" The drakloak looked at Cyril. "Why didn't one of you brainiacs bring it up before?!"

    "'s not something you gotta worry about with lustrous ore, shiela."

    Yuna flinched from the X-transceiver. So, either Gene gave Jaeger one or he was borrowing somebody's. Either way, she hardly found it reassuring. "Is this another 'trust me' thing?"

    "Nah. Charged lustrous ore can only link two similar locations together."

    Widget clicked his tongue. "Well, by that logic, then this just links to another destroyed planet and we're wasting our time!"

    "Think a bit smaller, mate," Jaeger said. "What's the immediate area around the ore look like?"

    "Uhh... some crispy slabs of wall, I guess." Widget hovered closer. "Maybe this was the corner of a building at one point."

    "Then the corner of a building is what'll await on the other side. Can't give you anything beyond that, 'm afraid. You'll have to take the plunge for yourself."

    Yuna eyed the lustrous ore skeptically. Take the plunge, huh?

    She saw the curious glint in Leo's eyes. There was no stopping the fake dreepy, but she could at least make sure everyone was ready.

    "Leo seems raring to see what happens." Yuna sighed. "Is everyone good?"

    Everyone else nodded. Yuna nodded at Leo. "Go ahead, then. Just be gentle with it, ok—"

    The fake dreepy headbutted the lustrous ore. Ripples of warm light washed over Yuna and, within seconds, the dark debris filled disappeared.

    There was a rush of purple light, followed by bright sunshine. Yuna squeezed her eyes shut and threw her arms over them.

    "Sheesh!" Nikki groaned. "Talk about suddenly turning up the lights."

    "I like it," Leo chirped. "Warm, happy sun. And so many big, happy, sun-eating panels!"

    "What?" Yuna vigorously rubbed her eyes until she could open them without feeling like someone was holding her head over Noctum's tail flame.

    The bright sunlight made the vibrant city surrounding them crystal clear. They were, indeed, by the corner of a building. Large, tall, and mostly made of glass. Similar glass buildings sprouted from a ground full of moving walkways and strange, blue-purple panels that the sunlight glistened against. A lot of the buildings around them had similar panels. Especially taller ones. Yuna even spotted windmills in the distance, sitting facing rippling water. A herd of hoppip, skiploom, and jumpluff drifted around the nearest windmill.

    "Whoa," was all Yuna could manage. "This is... a lot bigger than the last place." She blinked quickly. "Oh, right, yeah, what are these panels?"

    "Solar panels." Widget walked in front of the drakloak. He now looked like the pictures of the generic type: full units that Gene had shown her. "That and the windmills. Looks like this place runs off renewable energy."

    "That's a pretty big body of water off in the distance." Nikki walked next to Widget, stretching out her arms. "Another coastal city, then?"

    [Hello, teleporting visitors!]

    "Eep!" Yuna's head sucked up her body at the unfamiliar, robotic voice. She had half a mind to dive into a nearby, rectangular bush, but remembered Leo was riding on her head. The drakloak collected herself and turned toward the voice.

    She recognized the rotom's grin, big eyes, and staticky aura. But its bulbous head and the tiny circles underneath it weren't any form she had seen before.

    "A rotom drone?" Nikki scratched her head. "Can we, uh, help you?"

    [No, no. I am here to help you!] It lifted its circles up and down energetically. [I am Dronetom C-381 and it is my job to welcome visitors to LaRousse City, today's land of tomorrow!]

    C-381 drifted away and shot up tiny sparks like they were pieces of confetti. It projected letters overhead spelling out LAROUSSE CITY.

    Leo nudged his head into Yuna's view. "We don't have to tip him, do we?" the fake dreepy whispered. "I don't have money. And I don't think our money is good here."

    [First things first.] C-381 stopped shooting off sparks and hovered back toward them. [It appears you can all talk! You must have studied under a truly great psychic.] The dronetom projected applause at them.

    Even here, huh? Yuna did her best not to fidget. She figured a rotom would brush it off since it was a fellow a pokémon, but it was perfectly possible for most of the pokémon around to be ferals.

    [Do you have a trainer?] C-381 asked. [I do not see—]

    "Yo."

    If she hadn't heard Cyril's voice, Yuna would have meeped at the dark-skinned, blue-haired man wearing a blue and purple tie-dye sweater. The drakloak wondered if he had brought a spare Morph-O-Tron with him and not told the team.

    [Ah, hello, Mr. Trainer!] C-381 wiggled its circles excitedly. [Welcome to LaRousse City! I do not see your face in our systems. Would you like me to print you a LaRousse Badge? It is your one-stop shop to accessing all of the fine amenities of our delightful city.]

    "What's it cost?" Cyril wondered, his hands firmly in the sweater pockets.

    [It is complimentary!] C-381 generated more applause. [Ah, but you do have to pay to access our many attractions.]

    Leo's head shot up at the mention of attractions. "Oooh, like fun and games stuff?" He clapped his fake dreepy hands together.

    [Fun! Games! Arts! Sciences! Battling! Contest Spectaculars!] The dronetom spun about, buzzing excitedly. [LaRousse City has it all! We are the capital of Hoenn for a reason!]

    "Hoenn, huh?" Gene's voice crackled through Yuna's X-transceiver. "Sounds a lot more... centralized than what's on our Earth. Hoenn was always pretty spread out. Encouraging trainers to make the most of the 'land of too much water.'"

    "That does sound like a lot." Cyril scratched his chin. "I can take a badge for starters, yeah."

    [Excellent! I am happy to assist!] C-381 hovered closer to Cyril. [If I could just scan their balls for your badge.]

    "Ah, yeah. Not gonna work." Cyril pulled his right hand out of his sweater pocket, showing a card with some sort of stylus insignia on it.

    Yuna squinted. Had Cyril prepared that for his human disguise?

    "I can't say I've heard of a Ranger Union before," Reshiram said. "But that's a pretty big risk to take. We don't even know if those exist here!"

    [Oh, a pokémon ranger. My apologies.] C-381 looked at the others. [Is this trip for business or pleasure?]

    "Business, actually." Cyril put the card away. "We're trying to find space-time anomalies and we think one might be here."

    C-381 said nothing. When the dronetom back away, Yuna stiffened, worrying Cyril had gotten too forward with it.

    However, its head started spinning around. [Checking... checking...]

    Its head stopped revolving. [Bzzt. I am not seeing any reports of anything suspicious beyond littering and graffiti.] It hovered back toward Cyril and opened its mouth. A plastic square popped out. [Here is your badge.]

    "Thanks." Cyril took the square and put it in his pocket. "And nothing suspicious, huh? Got a question for you, then."

    [A question? Oh, yay!] The dronetom's head resumed revolving. [I love questions!]

    "Any of these attractions you mentioned do anything space-timey?" Cyril wondered. "Like a planetarium or a history museum or—"

    C-381's eyes lit up excitedly. [If it's science you want, the LaRousse Learnatorium is the place for you!]

    Yuna could see the interest drain from Nikki's face like mead guzzled from a frothy mug.

    [It gets rave reviews. Five stars in every travel guidebook around,] C-381 chirped, hovering around Cyril. [You won't find a better science museum on the planet.]

    "Who calls a science museum a 'Learnatorium?'" Rayquaza scoffed. "That doth not even sound like a real word!"

    "I think it's catchy!"
    Reshiram said, the fluffy end of his turbine tail wagging in Yuna's mind.

    The dronetom stopped in front of Cyril's illusory human face, expression growing stoic. [All-access day passes start at fifteen thousand yen. Card only. No refunds or blackout dates.]

    Alarm briefly flashed across his face. "I see." Cyril scratched his chin. "I don't suppose there are any sweepstakes or giveaways going on for tickets, are there?"

    Nikki and Widget exchanged incredulous looks.

    [I do not see any listed.] C-381 bowed its small head apologetically. [Do you have any more questions?]

    "Thaaaaat about covers it." Cyril waved it off.

    [Wonderful!] C-381's head glowed and produced outlines of stars over its head. [Now, if you had to rate this experience on a scale of one to five, one being—]

    "Five stars." Cyril abruptly draped an arm over an uncomfortable-looking Widget. "Now, come on, team, we've got a city to explore!" he declared with a bit too much enthusiasm.

    Yuna shot after the rest of the team. She didn't even hear whatever farewell C-381 had for them.

    "Seriously? A sweepstakes?" Nikki shook her head disapprovingly. "We don't have time to go about entering giveaways! Or visiting tourist attractions, for that matter!"

    "Thought it was best to keep playing along," Cyril said, shrugging. He stepped onto a moving walkway with the others. Thinking quickly, Yuna flew onto Widget's head crest so she wouldn't have to keep hovering after them.

    "What's with the kooky getup, anyway?" Nikki flicked her hands between her face and torso. "You take one of your weird disguise thingies."

    "I think he's doing it himself, actually," Leo chirped.

    Cyril rubbed the back of his head. "Something tells me you have to share the credit for that one, kiddo."

    Yuna tensed up. "R-Really?"

    "Whatever he did to make me look all starry... gave me proper zoroark powers, I guess?" Cyril held up a finger, which shifted back to a yellow claw, then back to a dark-skinned finger. "If I think about it hard enough... poof. It happens." Back to claw, then back to finger.

    "Oooh. Wow, that's cool!" Leo bounced up and down on Yuna's head. "Maybe I'll learn to do that and not need to wear the silly belt."

    "Wouldn't count on it, kiddo." Cyril chuckled. "Anyway, it's best I stay like this for now." He straightened up. "I do think that science museum is a good place to start if we're hunting anomalies."

    "So, it's a nerd scavenger hunt, then?" Nikki pinched her brow. "Grrreeeeeeat. Soooo glad I volunteered for this."

    "Aww, c'mon." Yuna wanted to float to the toxtricity side, but realized she was still on Widget's head. The drakloak noticed a glass-paned handrail that moved in time with the walkway. She floated up to Nikki and landed on it.

    "It's not so bad. Maybe there'll, uh, be free food?"

    Nikki stopped walking. She leaned against the handrail. "Free food? Tempting."

    Cyril quirked a fake purple eyebrow. "Weren't you snacking on a whole bunch of fries earlier?"

    "Yup. And I burned through that already." The toxtricity stretched her arms above her head and cracked her knuckles. "Perks of being electric, I guess."

    "I feel like that's not how calorimetry works." Cyril chuckled.

    "Oh, hey, look!" Leo stuck his arm in front of Yuna's head. "Is that the science place up there? On the big screen?"

    There were several big screens attached to the buildings at the upcoming crosswalk. Some people watched them while others moved past, stepping from one moving walkway to another. A few showed some seafood dishes with a nice looking golden sauce on them. But one had a man in a lab coat with a long, bright blue ponytail that matched his button-down shirt.

    "Routine got you in a slump? In need of a little deep brain stimulation?" He squeezed his index fingers against his temples. "Or perhaps your pocket change is weighing you down a bit too much?" Bronze, silver, and gold coins trickled down behind him.

    "Then the LaRousse Learnatorium is here to help!"

    Rapid-fire footage flickered across the monitor, from a large rampardos skeleton to a small wind vortex seemingly supported by nothing at all, to a bunch of spinning wheels with water flowing through them and multiple lightbulbs turning on in succession.

    The man reappeared, waving to the camera. "Hi, I'm Dr. Tory Lund, co-founder of the LaRousse Learnatorium, where we make science fun for the whole family!"

    The advertisement shifted to multiple human kids and their parents gathered around a large gray table where someone in a lab coat was attaching various metal objects to magnemite and magneton. Some kids clapped while others tugged at their parents' arms.

    "Ugh. Barf." Nikki put her hands on her hips. "Is it too late to go back to the blown up planet?"

    Dr. Lund then proceeded down a pristine white hallway. "We offer a wide assortment of activities and exhibits from some of the greatest minds across the globe!"

    He passed by a portrait of a man whose hair was suspiciously pyroarish. "From the beautiful works of Lysandre Labs in Lumiose City—"

    Dr. Lund next passed a blonde-haired man with a bizarre ring of blue hair going around his head. Like the ring of a planet. "To the technological marvels of P2 Laboratories, like the helper silvally you see all around the city."

    Yuna nearly tumbled off Widget's head when he suddenly turned. Grabbing the upper part of his head crest, she noticed two pokémon identical to Widget's current form on the moving walkway behind the team. Each had an orange vest with "Licensed Service Silvally" embroidered on it, alongside a red X over a human hand. Probably an encouragement not to pet.

    "Silvally?" Widget mumbled.

    "Wait, what?!"

    Cyril's sudden gasp prompted Yuna to turn around. The advertisement showed two gigantic metal cylinders facing one another on opposite walls.

    "And no trip to the Learnatorium is complete without seeing our most treasured exhibit," Dr. Lund continued. "The Cozmo-Lund Large Hadron Collider!"

    "Large Hadron?" Nikki snorted. "What, were small and medium hadrons not enough for the— ow!"

    Cyril stepped on the toxtricity's right foot. "It's exactly like Kalidron IV's supercollider."

    "Come and witness the marvels of dimensionality for yourselves!" Dr. Lund declared, as the advertisement swapped to the museum entrance: a large, glass wall with various metal sculptures lining the walkway toward it. "Visit the LaRousse Learnatorium today. Tickets can be purchased from any available LaRousse rotom drone.

    "The LaRousse Learnatorium, where science becomes spectacular!"


    "Guess now we really have to go there, huh?" Nikki said, rubbing the back of her head.

    "I'll say." Cyril pressed his right hand against the side of his illusory head. "Yo, Boss Kitty. Did you hear any of that?"

    "Hear any of what?" Gene responded.

    "The other side of the rift has a supercollider of its own," Cyril said. "We might still be able to do your plan."

    "Seriously?"

    "Seriously."

    Yuna switched her X-transceiver off and hovered back into the air. You guys are bothered by it too, right?

    "What?"
    Reshiram replied.

    That there's a collider here. The drakloak recalled what Jaeger said about the lustrous ore and how it only linked similar-appearing environments. You don't suppose the lustrous ore linked us here because of it, do you?

    Reshiram hummed in thought. "I mean... maybe? But there was a rift before there was lustrous ore, right?"

    "Verily!"
    Rayquaza chirped. "And the last rift doth linked a volcanic land with another volcanic land. Mayhaps the rift linked Kalidron to this place because of the similarity?"

    Yuna squirmed uneasily. Last time, the core of the anomaly was right over the volcano. If she followed the Sages' logic, then...

    "Um, Cyril?" The drakloak floated over to him. "I'm worried this side of the anomaly might be the collider in the museum."

    "How so?" Nikki asked, to which Yuna relayed her brief conversation with the Sages. The toxtricity crossed her arms. "Yeah, I could see how that might be a problem. What's the play, then?"

    "Dispel the anomaly first, obviously," Yuna said.

    "But Mom, when we do that, we'll get sent home right away," Leo noted, floating off Yuna's head and looking between her and Cyril. "So, we won't get to use the collider thingy."

    "Maybe fixing the anomaly will fix Kalidron IV?" Cyril said, shrugging. "At the very least, Boss Kitty's having a couple of your buddies get ready to bring us the Red Chain fragment. We'll head back to our world through the lustrous ore, get the fragment, then come back here and scout out the museum. Sound like a plan?"

    Information gathering, then. Yuna didn't see a problem with that. And holding onto the fragment was probably the best idea, just in case they could get an opportunity to actually use the collider.

    "Sounds reasonable." The drakloak motioned for Leo to rejoin her and the fake dreepy hovered toward her. "The fragment might actually be able to help us find the anomaly."

    Cyril tilted his head and crossed his arms. "Huh. It did react to Sigurd's fragment."

    "And we freed him from an anomaly," Leo chirped. "It's all connected!" He did jazz hands.

    "Maybe." Cyril tapped an illusory human finger against his arm. "We'll want to keep it hidden, though. Can't have people getting too suspicious, right?"

    "I got my jacket pockets." Nikki turned one inside out, revealing bits of string and lint that drifted toward the ground. "Whoops. Thought I'd cleaned that out."

    "Do you even wash that jacket?" Cyril wondered.

    "And ruin the leather?" Nikki scoffed.

    "It's called a washcloth and air drying," Cyril countered.

    Nikki raised her right index finger, then froze with her mouth open. She lowered her hand. "Touché. Maybe I'll think about it once we're done nerding it up or whatever."

    Cyril pressed his right hand against his fake human ear. "They left already? Okay. We'll double back and meet them—"

    "We don't have to do that," Widget cut in. He pointed a foreleg ahead of him. The moving walkway heading north ended by a streetlight with a lustrous ore crystal embedded in the middle of it. People were stopping to take pictures of themselves in front of the crystal. Yuna vaguely recalled Jade mentioning something about "selfies."

    Still, as convenient as it looked, Yuna didn't like it. "I'd rather double back." She rubbed her right shoulder. "It's kinda sitting out in the open? Everyone will see us strike it and disappear."

    "Frankly, I'm surprised that hasn't happened to someone already." Chuckling, Nikki shook her head. "Gotta figure a kid would try hitting it and get schlorped it."

    "Which would mean they'd appear in the vacuum of Eternatus' innards... and pop like a fleshy balloon," Reshiram grimly said.

    Yuna winced. Why would you say that out loud?!

    "Technically you're the only one hearing i—"

    Do I not count in this scenario?!


    Reshiram flinched in the back of the drakloak's mind. "Sorry."

    "Okay. Double back, then." Widget shrugged. "I'm staying here, though."

    "What?" Yuna squinted. "What for?"

    Widget looked over his shoulder. "I just... need to do something. But we've got X-transceivers, so I'll catch up with you guys when I'm done."

    Yuna frowned. This was about the service silvally, wasn't it? "You want to track down those pokémon that look like you."

    "Yes, I do."

    At least Widget wasn't trying to hide it.

    "It's not dangerous or anything," the type: full continued. "Can you really blame me? Fath—"

    Widget flinched. "Th-the emperor... built me. For a specific reason that... I doubt is truly good." He turned away from the others. "I need to talk to them."

    And he stepped onto the northbound moving walkway before anyone could offer a retort.

    Cyril headed for the opposite walkway, shaking his head. "We'll see him later, then. Or we'll fix the anomaly and he'll just get warped back with us. Right, kiddo?"

    "Yep!" Leo tapped the top of Yuna's rectangular head. "As long as Mr. Anomaly and I are on the same page."

    Chuckling, Yuna switched back on her X-transceiver, only to immediately recoil from Valkyrie's harsh tone.

    "What the hell's taking you so long?! We're under attack over here!"

    XxX​

    In some ways, the planetary debris reminded Noctum of home. Dark skies. Little light. Weirdly shaped slabs of rock scattered about as far as the eye can see.

    Of course, there was a lot more ground to stand on back home. And here, Noctum felt as light as a feather.

    He turned to Valkyrie. "So, we give them this fossilized fragment, then head back to the outpost?"

    "I guess so." The garchomp stood atop some pile of melted metal slag, looking around for any signs of Team Bastion. "Sounds like they found another supercollider on the other side of the lustrous ore."

    Noctum blinked. He hadn't heard the X-transceiver exchange when it happened. "That so? Huh." The black charizard scratched his chin. "You don't find that a bit too convenient? Like worryingly so?"

    "I do." Valkyrie didn't budge from her spot. "But it sounded like they don't plan on trying anything with it unless they're sure it's safe to do so."

    "That's good." Noctum put his hand on his chest. He knew Yuna wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, but it wouldn't be like her to suggest something that reckless. Maybe Nikki suggested it and Yuna found a happy medium?

    "Where are they?" Valkyrie growled. She tapped her right claw against the top of the slag pile. "It sounded like they were already on their way back here when Gene got us suited up."

    Noctum shrugged. "Who knows how long it takes this lustrous ore stuff to w—"

    "INCOMING!"

    Valkyrie leaped from the top of her slag pile, gliding toward Noctum. Seconds later, a large water torrent struck the slag pile. Yelping, Noctum flew away from the rubble.

    "What the heck?" The black charizard looked in the direction of the attack. "That was the biggest Hydro Pump I've ever seen! Don't tell me the empire's here!"

    As if to respond, a loud bell echoed in the distance, followed by a chorus of uproarious laughter. Another giant Hydro Pump shot toward Noctum. Fortunately, it was far enough away that Noctum could easily fly above it.

    "What the hell's taking you so long?!" Valkyrie snarled, drifting through open space toward a smaller chunk of floating debris. "We're under attack over here!"

    "Seriously?" The X-transceiver muffled Seifer's nervous whinnies. "From who?"

    Flying toward Valkyrie, Noctum squinted. Was he seeing... some sort of flying boat?

    ... Yes, it was! There were masts and black sails proudly emblazoned with white marowak skulls and crossbones. But also big mechanical thrusters and large metal cylinders on the deck that vaguely resembled the super scope lenses in Cyril's pizza truck.

    "Oh hon hon hon hon!"

    Noctum frowned. Was that voice familiar?

    "You've got to be freaking kidding me." Valkyrie facepalmed. "Here? Now? I thought Gene had taken care of that idiot!"

    A much smaller ship flew toward the two of them, only large enough to hold a single passenger. A single chatot passenger.

    "Well, well." Gilbert slowly extended his right wing. "It would seem fate has brought us togezzer again, Mademoiselle Chomp."

    "You're that pirate guy!" Noctum realized, pointing accusingly at Gilbert. "What are you doing here?"

    "What does it look like I'm doing?" Gilbert pointed to the fossilized fragment in the black charizard's right hand. "Taking your treasure in ze name of mon capitaine!"

    "That so?" Valkyrie spat tiny dragonfire embers in Gilbert's direction. "Then fate must really like seeing you get your tailfeathers kicked in."

    Gilbert's grin abruptly turned to a frown. His feathers fluffed up. "Rrrraaarrgh!" The chatot spun around. "Yoohoo! Pirate mateys? Attaque, s'il vous plaît!"

    His ship zoomed off and, next thing Noctum knew, he was staring down the barrel of three incoming Hydro Pumps.

    XxX​

    GL Exploration Log: LaRousse City, Hoenn (Dimension POV-2004)
    Honestly? My head's still spinning from this place. I'll just let the brochure do the talking for me.

    "This dazzling epicenter of the scientific world serves as the capital of the Hoenn region and home of the Pokémon League and Contest Spectacular Circuit Grand Festival! Both titles that were absolutely earned and totally, definitely not wrestled away from Evergrande and Lilycove Cities in political power plays fostered by the runaway tourism and viewership successes of the small island's Battle Frontier. Despite the abundant recreational opportunities for pokémon-lovers the world over, LaRousse City has always stood at the precipice of scientific progress. For many years, it held the record for the longest overseas vehicle bridge, connecting it with Lilycove City for fast and easy commuting. Not ones to rest on their laurels, the city's esteemed civil engineering teams went about building up city infrastructure with moving walkways and the automated Block Bot system. When Team Magma attempted to exploit a fatal security flaw in the Block Bots to wreak havoc on the city, those in charge retired the system in favor of a combination of porygon digital assistants and rotom-powered machinery.

    Turning their attention outward, engineering teams used the Unova region's Marine Tunnel as a blueprint to devise eastern Hoenn's world-renowned Aquatic Subway, an undersea highway system connecting LaRousse City to Mossdeep, Evergrande, and Sootopolis. The success brought a wave of eager young minds to the city. The local university expanded into the LaRousse Institute of Technology (LRIT) we all know and love today.

    Of course, ask anyone in the scientific community what drives them to visit LaRousse and the answer is simple: the Cozmo-Lund Large Hadron Collider, an inter-regional collaboration project headed by LRIT alumni Takao Cozmo, Ph.D. and Tory Lund, Ph.D., with the assistance of researchers from Alola's Hokulani Space Center, Hoenn's Aqua-Magma Geoplanetary Consortium, Kalos' Lysandre Labs, Paldea's Sada-Turo Research Institute, and Unova's P2 Laboratory. The advances in particle physics brought on by the collider's rigorous tests allowed us to permanently solve the issue of Ultra Wormholes, forever protecting our planet from the terrifying scourge of Ultra Beasts and wormhole-deploying threats like Team Rainbow Rocket.

    With its primary purpose fulfilled, the LHC predominantly serves as a tourist attraction, stationed at the LaRousse Learnatorium Science Center. We're told the kids love it, even though they have absolutely no idea what it is!"


    XxX​

    Path of Valor Almanac
    LaRousse City is the setting for Destiny Deoxys, which was originally released in Japan in 2004, hence the dimension number. One of the main movie-exclusive characters Ash befriends is a child named Tory Lund. It would seem that, in this universe, he's all grown up and as work-obsessed as his dad was in the movie.
     
    Chapter 67: Blinding Me With Science
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 67: Blinding Me With Science

    Entry 1093
    I don't know who he is, but I hate him.

    I only saw him briefly. Didn't even speak to him. But he gives off light just like I do. Light stuffed inside some vaguely canine body.

    And that light...

    Something about his aura just set me off.

    I tried to attack him. Next thing I knew I was buried under a pile of glowing hexagons. Blasted zygarde. Cowards ganged up on me.

    I still sense him here, though. They're dangling him in front of me like a rotten piece of meat.

    Next time I see him, I'll blow that goofy smile off his face.

    Entry 1096
    I saw him again. Things went... poorly.

    I'm still shaking. It's a struggle to write this out.

    It's one thing for multiple powerful legends to overwhelm you. But for one guy— one
    stupid necrozma with the dumbest look on his weird mutt-bird face to inflict such raw, agonizing pain? It's unfathomable. Never has a single blow wrought so much harm.

    One strike. It was just one strike.

    Yet it was as if he had
    ripped my soul right out of my body. I'm not even sure he intended to do that, because he quickly undid it. I'll never forget the agony of those few seconds of separation, however. The helplessness. The despair. I can never let myself get put in that position again.

    But I can't let go of that feeling. Not if I'm going to make that power my own.

    I don't care how long it takes to learn it. I will. Might makes right. With a power like that, no one will ever betray me again.


    XxX​

    Yuna wasn't sure how to prepare for being under fire by space pirates. Fortunately, it appeared that all the giant water bursts and huge icy torrents were focused away from the debris chunk the lustrous ore warped them back to. She peered out from a tangled mess of rock and slag to see the ships a couple of hundred meters away. One of them had blastoise standing at the edge of the deck, their cannons attached to much larger cannons that made their Hydro Pumps far bigger than even the best dragalgae and goodra in Aeon's army.

    "What is ze matter, Mademoiselle Chomp? All out of witty comebacks?"

    The drakloak didn't recognize the chatot perched on the highest sail, somehow projecting his obnoxious, nasally voice.

    "Come to think of it, you guys needed special thingamajiggies to come here," Reshiram pointed out. "What's the deal with the pirates?"

    Yuna relayed Reshiram's thought to the others.

    "They must have some sort of field around their ships," Cyril said. He remained in his human guise, crouching by the lustrous ore. "Doesn't matter. We need to get the fragment from the others."

    "Why doesn't Princess just open a rift to them, then?" Nikki suggested, jerking her head in Yuna's direction.

    "I mean... that's reasonable, but it doesn't stop them from firing," Yuna replied. She poked her head back up again. Neither Noctum nor Valkyrie could get a single attack in. The two pirate ships alternated Hydro Pumps and Blizzards. They had managed to freeze over some of the debris fragments. Just how much did those cannons amplify their attacks?

    "Then let's call in reinforcements!" Nikki's mohawk sparked. She pressed her right hand against her head. "Who's free? We need extra hands, here!"

    "There aren't any more of Cyril's astral collars available," Seifer said. "Noctum and Valkyrie took the last ones."

    "What about Boss Kitty?" Nikki growled.

    "Yeah, what about him?"

    Sighing, Cyril braced himself against the rubble by the lustrous ore. "C'mon, Gene, you and I both know that the Blackskull Buccaneers crashing the party means the empire doesn't want to touch this place with a twenty meter stick."

    "Huh. He actually called him 'Gene,'" Reshiram noted. "Must be serious."

    But simple conversation wasn't helping Noctum out. Yuna saw a Hydro Pump clip Noctum's wing. He tumbled away from Valkyrie, bouncing off one large strip of metal and veering toward another.

    She couldn't wait for Gene. Noctum needed help now.

    The drakloak zipped over to Nikki. "You want to contribute, right?"

    "Is this some kind of trick?" The toxtricity quirked her brow.

    "Ready an electric attack," Yuna whispered. "Your strongest one."

    "Ready it for what?"

    "To blow those ships off course."

    Yuna rubbed her hands together. Rayquaza, I'm going to need a little wind for this one. She paused. Or actually a lot of wind.

    "Say no more, Princess! Thine wish is my command!"


    "Leo, get off my head and stay with Cyril, okay?" she instructed.

    The fake dreepy obliged and Yuna floated away from them, recalling how she directed Rayquaza to conjure large twisters when facing down Chernabog.

    Once she was in open space a good enough distance from the others, Yuna spread her hands out. Focusing on Rayquaza and their connection, she clapped her hands together.

    Nothing happened at first. Yuna's face scrunched up. "C'mon. C'mon." She squeezed her hands tighter against one another. Within a few seconds, inky shadows pooled in the middle of her hands.

    Perfect. Now, Rayquaza!

    Yuna thrust her hands apart. Shadowy flecks drifted in front of her and her Soul Dew briefly glistened. A large tornado whipped up in front of her. The drakloak looked over her shoulder toward the others.

    Fortunately, Nikki decided Yuna's tornado was the signal. The toxtricity jumped onto a pile of rubble and strummed her gills, creating large shockwaves. They struck the tornado, turning it into a mix of fierce wind and lightning.

    Several pirates on the nearest ship spotted the lightning tornado. Frantic pointing and shouting ensued. The bulky floatzel at the wheel quickly spun it while a pair of armaldo next to it pulled levers and the thrusters roared to life.

    Yuna's tornado was faster. It descended on the ship within seconds, causing it to spin about and strike the other ship that had come with it.

    "S-Sacré bleu!" Chatot managed to fly off the first ship's mast in time, but his underlings were less fortunate. Many were thrown off the ship and sent careening through open space.

    "Noctum, quick!" Yuna said, hoping the charizard's X-transceiver was on. She focused on the scorched metal wall Noctum desperately clung to and conjured a small rift. To her delight, a second rift opened right next to Noctum. Yuna stuck her arm through it and opened her hand. "Gimme the fragment!"

    "W-What just happened?" Noctum blinked rapidly.

    "No time to explain." Yuna poked Noctum's armored belly. "Give it here."

    "R-Right."

    The moment Yuna felt something rough and pointy in her hand, she pulled it back through the tiny rift and shut it. She confirmed it was the Red Chain fragment, then squished it against her torso until it was floating inside her ectoplasm.

    "I've got the fragment! Let's move," she announced, darting back toward the rest of the team.

    "Oi, the wind be coming from that way!"

    Squeaking, Yuna forced herself into a Quick Attack to fly behind piles of twisted metal rubble. An ursaring pirate floating through space, pointed near where Yuna had just been. Two staraptor close to him flapped their wings, peppering the area with Air Slash crescents.

    On the planet fragment, Cyril waved Yuna over, still crouching by the lustrous ore. He held Leo in his arms.

    "Okay. Back to LaRousse we go," he said, reaching toward the lustrous ore. "You coming, Nikki?"

    "Nah, I'm staying here." The toxtricity smacked her gills, sending another shockwave toward one of the staraptor. "If they find the lustrous ore, they'll chase after you guys, right? You need a distraction. At least until Boss Kitty decides to get off his ass."

    Lightning crackling around her feet, she leaped off the rubble and flipped upside down. The electricity drew Nikki toward large sheets of metal floating past the planet fragment. "Hey, Long John Loser! Looking for me?"

    "That lass cooked me keister!" Staraptor squawked, pointing to his singed tailfeathers. "Let's skewer her, mateys!"

    Yuna wanted to protest, but the sight soon disappeared in a rush of blue and purple light as Cyril touched the lustrous ore and sent her away from the skirmish.

    XxX​

    It was one thing to look at a city from a distance. It was another thing entirely to actually navigate a large city. During his "upbringing," Widget had plenty of cityscape footage put into his databanks. Probably from Troopers or various assistants moving through Eterna City with cameras strapped to them.

    Widget kept his eyes firmly fixed ahead of him, as he had since they'd arrived here. The group meetings he'd gotten dragged to were crash courses in being around other people. This was different. Humans and pokémon of different shapes and sizes passed by with every second.

    He had to ignore them, though. Those service silvally were long gone and he didn't have all the time in the world to waste on trying to track them down. Maybe some of the street signs at the moving walkway intersections could point him in the right direction?

    Widget got off the moving walkway and approached an electronic sign listing a variety of different places with arrows to indicate their directions. Shopping outlets and restaurants. The pier for the Battle Frontier ferry. A plethora of restaurants. And—

    Ah, there! A service silvally station off to the west.

    Station made Widget think of transit, but maybe it was something else in this context. He trotted to the westward moving walkway and headed along it.

    There were glass buildings interspersed with boutique stores and restaurants. Mannequins modeled the latest styles, from sun dresses with soft ocean blues to shorts that were entirely too, well, short for Widget's liking. His old files had said some people — humans in particular — dressed that way to attract mates. The type: full couldn't understand how barely covering a backside could attract a mate, but he was built to be a hero, not fall in love.

    He was so engrossed with the short shorts he hadn't realized the moving walkway ended until its edge clipped one of his right talons. Squawking, Widget hopped off. Various sized humans looked at him. Some wingull on the streetlights honked with laughter.

    Cheek bolts burning from embarrassment, Widget kept his head down and followed a sign pointing down a side road.

    Things had moved so fast he hadn't had the time to process the changes Leo brought out beyond just a starry pelt. His voice had grown more organic. Having thoughts was less about pulling files out of the databanks his fath— the emperor had carefully curated, and more about just thinking.

    The sudden transition should have been jarring enough to shock Widget's systems. Yet here he was, trying to track down some other pokémon just like him.

    He didn't have to walk much farther to find the station and confirm the descriptor was surprisingly accurate. It was built like a bus or train station, with metal guard rails, glass panels full of instructions and rules, and automated kiosks for transactions.

    The difference was the open field behind it. A dozen of these silvally meandered about. Some got water from a communal watering pool while others ate from silver dishes. A few even sat next to each other in the corner of the field. Wires connected their cheek bolts to an electric socket.

    Widget stood there, pondering his next move. Obviously, going up to the kiosk wasn't an option. The fencing hardly made much of a barrier, though. So, Widget trotted up to a couple of silvally sitting next to each other on the opposite side.

    [—since your last job?] one silvally asked.

    The other tilted their head. [A week. But I have a good feeling something's coming soon.]

    That metallic backing to their voices was oh so familiar to Widget. He did his best not to flinch. Just needed to be friendly. "Hi there," he chirped. "Any chance you've, uh, got a moment to chat?"

    The two silvally's white fur stuck up. They looked at Widget in unison, then back at each other, then back at Widget.

    [Who are you?]

    "I'm, uh, new in town." Widget slowly wagged his fish tail. That would show he was friendly, right?

    [Serial number?] the other silvally asked. Both of their eyes flickered to circular loading icons.

    Widget did his best not to tense. Lying wasn't going to earn their trust. "I'm... W1-DG3T. But you can call me Widget."

    Both silvally's loading icons disappeared. They squinted at Widget. [Your serial number is not on our server. Are you a bootleg?]

    "Bootleg?" Widget was hurt, though he supposed by this dimension's standards that could have been true. "N-No. I'm just... not from LaRousse. I'm with the rangers."

    [You should still be in our system,] they said in unison. [All silvally are connected through RKSnet.]

    The silvally on the left frowned. [If you are a bootleg, you should let us evaluate you.]

    "I'm not a bootleg!" Widget knew that getting defensive wasn't going to help his case, but he couldn't compete with their programming. And the last thing he needed to do was make things harder for the rest of Team Bastion.

    But he had to get them talking. Widget lay down on his belly — an attempt at coming across as docile — and tucked his head down. "If I tell you guys the truth, will you hear me out?"

    Both silvally exchanged concerned looks. [Are you confessing to something worse than being a bootleg?]

    "I— no, that's not it." Widget's fur stood on end. It was sounding more like he'd walked himself into an interrogation. "I'm from another dimension, okay?"

    Silence. Widget looked up at the other two silvally and their expressions remained neutral. They were well-trained... or was it well-programmed? Either way, the revelation hadn't startled either of them.

    [That is also something we're supposed to report,] one of them said.

    The other bobbed their head. [The world has been free of dimensional breeches for seven years, eight months, six days, twelve hours, forty minutes, and seventeen seconds.] They paused. [Eighteen seconds. Nineteen—]

    "I get the picture," Widget said, rising back to a seated position. "All I'm asking is you not follow those protocols for just a little bit. Please?"

    Even though Widget wasn't asking the questions he wanted to, he was getting the answers he sought. Indirectly, of course. But still concerning.

    Both silvally looked at each other for a while. One turned back to Widget. [Would you say that us not reporting you will be... helpful?]

    "Yes. Helpful to me and my friends."

    [Oh. Are your friends bootlegs, too?] the other silvally asked.

    "No. They're other pokémon," Widget said. "And we're traveling here for business. That's all I can really say."

    [I see.] The second silvally slowly bobbed their head. [Our priority first and foremost is helping people who need assistance. So, I suppose in that sense, we can look the other way. But if an administrator combs through our logs—]

    "I should be long gone by then." Widget waved them off with his right foreleg. "I just... really needed to see you guys." He paused, glancing around the field. A few silvally were staring, while others minded their own business. One was sleeping awkwardly on their side, legs stuck up in the air.

    "Well, not you two, specifically. Just the service silvally in general."

    One of the silvally rested their head on the fence. [What for? Our programming doesn't allow us to fall in love or anything, so if you were looking for a partner—]

    "N-No. Nooo way." Widget's cheek bolts went bright red. He almost scooted back from the silvally. "It's more like, uh, seeing you guys is making me grapple with my own creation?"

    The second silvally rested their head next to their buddy. [Are you asking us to deduce your reasoning?]

    Tittering, Widget shook his head. "Sorry. Nerves."

    Except he wasn't supposed to get nervous. And that was the problem.

    "It's just..." Widget's voice trailed off and he shuddered.

    Deep breath. Keep it simple. That was all Widget had to do.

    "Are you two... happy?"

    The silvally tilted their heads in unison. [I don't understand the question,] one said.

    [We are programmed to help. We enjoy helping,] the other added.

    Widget pawed nervously at the asphalt. Sure, that was what they said, but did they really feel that way? Or were they programmed for that? Like how he was programmed to think he would save everyone living in Eternatus.

    "Okay." Another deep breath. "What if you were suddenly freed from your programming? What would you do?"

    Silence. Both silvally fixed expressionless gazes on Widget. Perhaps they were even looking through the type: full.

    [Illogical,] one finally said.

    [Our programming is flawless,] the other agreed. [Even if there was a lapse, helping humans is all I've done since my activation. It's what I know. So, I would keep doing that.]

    The first silvally frowned. [Why are you so fixated on this? Is it because you're broken? Your vocal processors lack that kick silvally should have.]

    Widget tensed up. "I'm—"

    But the words wouldn't come out. How could he explain his situation in a way their highly specified parameters could understand?

    "I was more like you guys before," Widget mumbled. "But the person who made me... filled my programming with a lot of lies. He made me think I was helping people, when the reality is I would have done harm to a lot of people if someone hadn't stopped me.

    "And the only reason I know that is because someone freed me from his programming," he continued. "But something still feels wrong. Like I'm flying blindly and going to crash into something." Widget shook his head. "When I saw there were pokémon here that looked like me, I thought maybe they could help me come to terms with this."

    Both silvally perked their heads up at the mention of helping Widget.

    [You need help coming to terms with a loss?] one asked.

    [Grief is complex. Everyone experiences it differently,] the other added.

    Widget swallowed hard. Grief? No, that wasn't the right word. He hadn't really lost anything, right? A flawed worldview didn't count. It couldn't count.

    ... Right?

    "I didn't lose anyone, though," Widget mumbled.

    [Grief can sometimes accompany a large change in one's life,] the first silvally explained. They looked at their companion, who nodded.

    [When a major life change happens, one 'loses' a part of themselves,] they said, offering Widget an apologetic look. [Consider retirees, for example. The loss of regular coworker interaction and disruption in someone's routine can trigger bouts of depression.]

    Widget sat still. It made sense out loud, but a part of him took offense at getting compared to a retiree. And getting lectured at like he was sitting in a classroom.

    Still, the silvally phrased it like they were trying to help. He couldn't spit on their generosity. "What would you recommend for, uh, dealing with this?"

    [It helps to have a strong support system,] one of them replied. [And if you don't, even just finding one person you trust and reaching out to them about your situation is a good first step.]

    The other silvally nodded. [You can also try to focus on things you can control.]

    Widget raised a brow. "Meaning?"

    [Tangible activities where you can see the outcomes,] the second silvally said. [You can even set goals for yourself. Would you like some help with that?]

    See the outcomes, huh?

    Widget tapped his talons against the asphalt. Tap, tap, tap.

    Tangible activities. Viewable outcomes.

    Well, fighting against the Paradigm and the Phantoms was certainly tangible. And, sure, maybe Widget wasn't the one directly sealing up anomalies. But he could see the results pretty easily.

    Doing that would put him on a collision course with Paradox, however. Could Widget really face down his father directly like that?

    But I wouldn't be doing it alone. I have a whole team. Fath— Paradox never made a team for me. He said I could do everything myself.

    Which ended up being untrue. Gene's team had taken down his giant battle mech. And now he was here.

    Exhaling deeply, Widget got back to his feet. "I think... I have my answer."

    The two silvally tilted their heads, curious to hear more.

    "I know something I can do. And people I can talk to." Widget's cheek bolts slowly turned in their sockets. "We might not... be the closest. But that's more of a reason to reach out to them. Because they can help me. And I want to help them."

    He let that hand in the air for a bit. The two silvally's tails wagged in unison and they exchanged quick smiles.

    [It sounds like you have a plan,] one said.

    The other silvally nodded. [I hope we were of some help to you.]

    "Yes, you were." Widget's own tail wagged. "Thank you. Both of you. Now I gotta run... or my, uh, 'pack' will leave without me."

    The type— no, the silvally turned and trotted away from the station.

    [Enjoy your day,] the service silvally chirped in unison.

    "You too!" Widget shouted back. He switched his X-transceiver back on. "Hey, guys, I finished my little errand. Where are you?"

    XxX​

    "At the museum," Cyril whispered.

    "What, already? How?!"

    Yuna flinched. She knew her X-transceiver's volume wasn't high enough for anyone to hear but her, yet the utter silence of the dark, empty room she was in put her on edge. The drakloak almost shut the X-transceiver off on instinct.

    "Found a loading bay for deliveries," Cyril continued. He beckoned Yuna toward a small door that had some yellow light poking through its edges. "It was as easy as conjuring an illusory veil and following a delivery truck inside."

    Despite that "ease," however, Cyril hadn't lowered the veil. He assumed there were security cameras in the spacious bay and, though he might not have been able to see them, Yuna could. Neatly spaced out along the ceiling. Some pointed toward metal wireframe shelves with boxes on it. Others pointed at the large garage doors the trio had gone through.

    "Do you think they use this for anything other than food?" Leo wondered. "That seems like a lot of food for a museum."

    "Shh." Yuna tapped the fake dreepy's lips with her right hand. "Not now."

    "So, how am I supposed to join you guys?"

    "What, did the emperor not give you a cloaking device?" Cyril quipped.

    "Not funny."

    "It's kinda funny," Cyril countered.

    "... in a derisive, mocking sort of way," Reshiram added. Yuna pushed him out of her mind and returned to focusing on the small door as it got closer and closer. There was a small black box on the side of it with a tiny red light.

    "How far are you from the lustrous ore we used to get here?" Cyril asked, approaching the small box. "If you go there, Yuna can rift you over. We just have to find a restroom."

    "A restroom?"

    "They don't have cameras," Cyril said. "Call us when you get there." He crouched down slightly and scrutinized the box. "Well, shit. It's an ID card reader."

    "What does that mean?" Leo said. "Are we at a dead end?"

    "Leeeet's not jump to any conclusions, here." Cyril stood up and scrutinized the door. "Yuna, try seeing if you can phase through it."

    "Hmm?" The drakloak blinked. "Oh, duh!"

    How long had it been since she'd actually taken advantage of being a ghost, anyway? Yuna supposed it didn't matter. She floated up to it, only to throw a cautious look back at Cyril. "I'm not going to, like, reappear immediately, will I?"

    "The veil should be wide enough to cover you through the door," Cyril said. "But you might want to hand over the kid, first."

    Leo hopped off Yuna's rectangular head before she could grab him, floating over to Cyril's right shoulder. "Go, Mom!" He waved his hands around like pom-poms.

    Nodding, Yuna concentrated. She pressed her hands against the metal and imagined that solid objects were water she could swim through. A thin strip of water, but water nonethele—

    The drakloak quickly slipped through the door. Obnoxiously bright, yellow light greeted her. Yuna threw her arm up over her face, hissing. Why did humans need such annoying lights? Were windows not good enough for them?

    Once she could see properly, Yuna found the large door handle. "Okay, Cyril, I'm just gonna open it a smidge. Think you can squeeze through?"

    "Well, Boss Kitty might think my hips don't lie, but I can manage."

    As Yuna reached for the handle, she heard a scoff through the X-transceiver.

    "Bitch, I never said that."

    Cyril laughed. "Oh, c'mon, you've totally snuck peeks before."

    Gene snorted. "If I didn't have to listen to Gilbert, I'd find that the most offensive thing I've heard today."

    Rolling her eyes, Yuna nudged the door open. Cyril managed to slip inside while carrying Leo. "Let's hurry, just in case the door moved enough for the cameras to pick it up."

    The trio headed down the long white corridor, eventually finding multiple doors. One had a pane of darkened glass — one-way glass, according to Cyril — that showed a carpeted floor and a red wall with a sign pointing toward different exhibits. The door on the right, however, had what Cyril deemed a restroom sign. And, to his delight, the door opened when he tried the handle.

    Inside was empty, save for ceramic tiles on the floors and walls, a sink with a mirror, a second door next to the sink that led the same way as the one heading into the museum, and a small gray cube that had gaps close to the floor and ceiling.

    "I don't think we need to go into the stall for this," Cyril said. "You good, Widget?"

    "Yeah. Whenever you're ready."

    Cyril snapped his fake human fingers at Yuna. The drakloak envisioned their arrival spot and quickly opened a small rift overhead. She floated to the side a second before a squawking Widget fell through it, landing on the floor with a whampf.

    "Owww." Widget rubbed his right flank. "Why didn't you let me just walk through it?"

    Yuna shrugged. "I thought it'd be less weird if it was in the ground."

    "How'd your chat go?" Cyril asked, extending an arm to help Widget back up.

    "Decently." Widget stood up and shook himself out. "If it's alright with you guys, can you call me a silvally instead of a type: full? It... suits me better. I think."

    "Aww, sounds like someone had themselves a little moment~"

    Widget's cheek bolts reddened. "B-Butt out, Gene! Aren't you supposed to be busy?"

    "There's always time to tease a silval— whoa, hey, watch it, Zardy!"

    "Sorry!"
    Noctum squealed.

    "Sounds like they've got their hands full over there," Reshiram said.

    Yuna again forced his presence out of her mind. The drakloak had to focus on finding the anomaly. She didn't need to think about that right now. Noctum would be fine. Gene and Valkyrie would have his back.

    "Okay, everyone's here." She rubbed her hands together. "Let's go check out that collider."

    Cyril threw up the illusory veil once again. They slipped through the restroom door one at a time. Fortunately, no one was around, so Cyril was free to drop it. The nearby sign came with a map of the museum that told them the collider was on the ground level in its own separate wing.

    "Looks like there's a staircase that leads to it past the DNA exhibit," Widget said, blinking slowly at the sign. "Wait, DNA exhibit?"

    "It's the biology wing." Cyril shrugged, beckoning them to follow along. The red wall gave way to colorful paintings of assorted trees. Pine trees on the left, palm trees on the right. And each wall had pokémon suited to that climate painted sitting in the branches or clutching tree trunks. Some like slakoth were easy to identify. Others looked different than Yuna recalled, like an exeggutor as tall as the painted palm trees.

    The right wall quickly gave way to glass offering a view of one of the exhibits. There were glass cases with various plants in them, along with some open containers. The nearest had a bunch of funny-looking rocks and a sign above it reading "Fun With Fossils."

    "Hey, doesn't that one picture kind of look like Baraz?" Reshiram wondered. "Y'know, if his bottom half actually matched his top?"

    Yuna spotted the drawing in question on the side of the fossil exhibit. It did remind her of Baraz, except its lower half was also small and yellow, with little lightning bolt fur tufts on its feet and a small, bolt-shaped tail.

    Uhh, I guess his kind turned out differently here? She quickly pushed those thoughts aside in the interest of keeping up with the others.

    They rounded a few corners and the hallway expanded into a large circular room with two wavy central partitions.

    "Cute. The design's trying to mimic DNA." Cyril chuckled, looking at some sort of sculpture that had a double helix of balls attached to sticks.

    "DNA?" Yuna rubbed her head. "I know it stands for something, but..."

    "Deoxyribonucleic acid," Widget rifled off. "It's the genetic material found in living creature's cells." He paused mid-step and glanced back at Yuna. "Err, organic creature's cells."

    Yuna frowned. Was that a jab at her species?

    "Nah, I think he's just saying you're made of ectoplasm," Reshiram assured. "No cells. No DNA."

    Ah.
    Yuna didn't know enough about the subject. She was ready to drop it and head for the other side of the room when Leo squeezed the front of her rectangular head.

    "Ahhhh! On the screen!" He pointed left. "It's the emperor guy!"

    The other three turned left. There was a deoxys on a monitor, but it couldn't have been Paradox. It was short and stubby, with a texture resembling colored markers. And its head had blunt, rectangular horns instead of pointy ones.

    "Hi there, friends!" Deoxys waved. A few small children closer to the monitor waved back. "I'm Deena the deoxys and I'm here to teach you about DNA."

    "Yeeeeeeah." Cyril rubbed the back of his head. "I think that's just part of the exhibit, kiddo. Nothing to worry about." He waved the fake dreepy off and continued across the exhibit.

    Yuna floated after him, stealing glances back at the monitor. Deena's cartoony body unraveled into parallel orange and blue lines with thin white lines running perpendicular.

    "Y'see, DNA is the genetic code that makes each and every one of us ourselves..."

    XxX​

    "... cannot fathom why Subject A is stuck in the attack form. By all accounts, the virus took up the Eterna Energy perfectly."

    Sticky abruptly stopped floating through the cold, metal hallway of Paradox Tower's top floor when he heard an unfamiliar voice from the emperor's office. It was coming through a speaker. Was the emperor on a call or listening to some sort of recording?

    "No, you're wrong."

    That was Paradox's voice. A call, then.

    "I've tried additional catalysts, denaturing and reannealing part of its body— nothing's worked. It's perplexing. My data on deoxys says that adaptation is their defining feature."

    Sticky frowned. That sounded less like a response to Paradox and more like the other voice was thinking out loud. So, it was a recording?

    "Try again."

    "What good is mutated DNA that's static? The world cannot evolve like that."

    Well, in that case, he could press onward. The naganadel had important news and that trumped whatever program Paradox was listening to.

    "I said try again, damn it!"

    Something smacked against metal. Gulping, Sticky quickened his pace.

    "Still, even if it is a failure, I can overcome this challenge," the voice continued. "It's a puzzle. Another mystery amongst the myths and legends of the professor's old world. Nothing got her blood pumping quite like a good mystery. Perhaps I will enjoy solving this puzzle."

    "No! No, I'm not a failure! I'm better! I've surpassed you! I'm the one in charge now, and—"

    Sticky wasn't sure what he expected when he reached the doorway, but the deoxys standing in the middle of his office whirled on him before he even had the chance to knock on the doorframe. The naganadel looked past the emperor, however, to the projection over his desk.

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    (Art by Leche.)

    He didn't recognize this human, nor did he think he was supposed to. Though the black bangles around the long, yellow hair obscuring part of her face brought to mind lucario mewgenic enhancements. The frozen projection faced Sticky's right, one hand tapping her chin, the other wedged between her black jumpsuit and her white lab coat.

    Judging by the flabbergasted look on Paradox's face, Sticky should have turned around the moment he heard the projection's voice. But the deoxys should have sensed him coming and turned it off, right? Was he that distracted by it?

    "S-Sir?"

    Paradox abruptly shut the projection off. A psychic pulse flung the small discoid projector into the far corner of his office. "Did you not see the do not disturb notification when you pressed the elevator button for my floor?"

    "I did." Sticky looked down at his tablet. "But this was an urgent matter, sir, and you said to ignore the notice if it was urgent."

    "Out with it, then."

    There was a growing pressure in the back of Sticky's head. The naganadel tightened his grip on his tablet. "I just got a report back regarding Chernabog, sir. Troopers found torn fragments of his belt on Quasar Prime after the rift vanished, remember?"

    "I'm aware."

    Sticky subconsciously drifted backwards a bit. "W-Well, according to the Harvester Unit, his soul didn't return to us."

    He paused, expecting some sort of outburst, but it didn't come. Sticky looked up to see Paradox leaning over, bracing his orange and blue hands against his desk.

    "A slight variation, but that makes five."

    "Five?"

    "Five Paradigm fragments missing." Paradox's core flickered. "Nidhogg, Baptiste, Exodes, and Beowolf all returned to the Harvester, but their souls are too weak to take to new hosts. Which means someone or something has taken their powers." His arms briefly unraveled into tentacles before reannealing. "It's the traitor, Chiron. It has to be. She's trying to gather all of the Paradigm's power for herself."

    Sticky nodded slowly. It made sense. Uroboros kept bringing her up. "Ah, of course, sir." Sticky tapped a claw against his tablet. "Do you have any orders you want me to relay?"

    "Continue preparing to attack Radiance," Paradox said. "We might have to overwhelm Chiron with sheer numbers. And the only way to do that is with fresh bodies to craft my Paradox Pokémon from. When will the Iron Moths be ready?"

    "Soon, sir. We just need another volcarona or two."

    "There were volcanrona in the class of Horizon Academy students." Paradox pushed himself away from his desk and blipped right in front of Sticky. "I'm going to get them."

    Sticky stiffened. "S-Sir?"

    "Do you trust me, Sticky?"

    The naganadel shakily nodded. Why wouldn't he? The emperor had unified all of the Qliphoth, save for a few lingering nuisances. Not even Matriarch had achieved that.

    "Good." Paradox put a hand on Sticky's shoulder. "Then I'll exchange that same courtesy to you. Tell no one of what you saw here. No. One."

    That was easy enough. But why? "Sure. But what exactly am I not saying?"

    "That you saw the true face of our Matriarch, who Chiron savagely destroyed all those years ago."
     
    Chapter 68: Meticulously Engineered
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 68: Meticulously Engineered

    Why did my spirit powers work?

    It doesn't make any sense. Overseers are meant to be bound by the rules of the worlds they visit. Everyone said POV-2020 is the kind of world where this sort of stuff should be impossible.

    They sent me away, of course. I don't blame them for doing it.

    But I can't stop thinking about that place. And that other necrozma. So much anger in his heart. Or brain prism. Whatever.

    I bet I'm stuck on it because it reminds me of him. Funny. It's been so long since the team put a stop to him, but now the memories are fresh in my mind again. Like this all just wrapped up last month or something.

    I really hope I'm just misreading this whole situation. The alternatives scare me.


    XxX​

    ATTENTION: THE LARGE HADRON COLLIDER IS TEMPORARILY CLOSED.

    "Well, shit." Cyril leaned against the red door leading back to the staircase Team Bastion just exited. "Talk about bad timing."

    It's more than bad timing, Yuna thought, eyeing the gray-carpeted ramp sloping down to the exhibit entrance, which had a gray metal shutter closing it off. A staff member with short black hair stood in front of the shutter holding a small megaphone.

    "Sorry, folks! The collider's closed to the public right now," the staffer said, an apologetic look on his face as small groups of people saw the sign and frowned. Some immediately turned back, dejected.

    One red, curly-haired lady with two small children stood her ground, though. "Why wasn't there any sort of announcement?! I brought my kids here to see the collider!"

    "Apologies, ma'am. This just happened." The staffer rubbed the back of his head. "Chief engineer's orders."

    The woman's expression softened. She said something to her kids Yuna couldn't make out and they quickly left.

    "What's a chief engineer?" Leo wondered, rolling onto his side on Yuna's head. "Sounds important if that lady left without a fuss."

    "As best I can describe it... the chief engineer's supposed to oversee the machine's operation." Cyril scratched his chin. "So, if they're saying to shut it down, then it's a big deal."

    I thought so. Yuna sighed. She didn't have anything other than gut instincts, but that wouldn't stop her from bringing it up. "What if... the chief engineer shut the collider down because there is an anomaly in it?"

    "Would these people even know what dimensional anomalies are?" Widget wondered. The silvally tilted his head to the side. "Then again, I guess they are researching that stuff."

    Cyril crossed his arms. "Well, if the anomaly caused a worrisome readout, then that would drive the chief engineer to shut things down for sure."

    "Then we should go find out for ourselves!" Leo said, rolling back on his belly. "You can pretend you're a pokémon ranger guy again, Mr. Cyril."

    "Shh. Keep it down, kiddo." Cyril put his right hand on the fake dreepy. "Not a bad idea, though."

    "I guess." If it got them into the collider exhibit, Yuna couldn't protest. The drakloak followed Cyril down the ramp.

    "'Scuse me, bud." Cyril already had his fake ranger badge out of his sweatshirt pocket. "Couldn't help but overhear the collider got shut down."

    "Hmm?" Like the dronetom, the staffer acknowledged the badge. "Oh, a ranger. I'm not sure what sort of help you can provide here, though."

    "My buddies and I are here investigating reports of space-time distortion," Cyril explained. Yuna wasn't sure if going vague was the best route here, but she didn't have a counterargument. "A supercollider sure sounds like the kind of place to find one."

    The staffer scrutinized Cyril's tie-dye attire. Yuna didn't blame him. It was no uniform like the Radiant Guard had.

    Fortunately, the staffer reached for a radio clipped to his belt. "Gimme a sec." He stepped back from the group. "Yeah, Chief? It's me. There's a ranger here who says he wants to help. Something about space-time distortion."

    "Dost thou think the engineer will fall for the ruse?" Rayquaza wondered.

    Well, we got this far, didn't we? They weren't entirely lying, either. They were here to find an anomaly. Just not as a part of the rangers.

    "Okay, if you say so."

    The staffer put the radio back on his belt and waved the team over. "Chief says to head on through. She'll meet you on the other side of the walkway."

    "Great." Cyril bowed his thanks. "And, uh, what does she look like?"

    "Real short. Blue hair tied in a bun with a ribbon." The staffer held his right hand a bit above his belly button. "Oh, uh, don't mention the short bit to her. Liza's kinda touchy about it."

    "Duly noted."

    Cyril stepped aside so the staffer could open the metal grate high enough for everyone to pass through. They headed through a glass tunnel full of sunlight. Ocean waves rippled in the distance to the left. Large wailord blew water through their blowholes while wingull and pelipper flew overhead.

    "It's pretty," Yuna whispered. "The ocean, I mean."

    "Right. You don't have beaches back on Aeon, do you?" Cyril said. "Come to think of it, how did you guys even get drinking water with all the ash and soot in the air?"

    "Special rocks to filter the water. Boilers to burn up any icky stuff," Yuna said. Yiazmat had taken her through a water plant once, but she barely remembered the trip. "Then we let it cool."

    "But you guys don't have heavy machinery, right?" Widget said, cheek bolts slowly turning. "So, does that mean—"

    "That these were people's jobs? Yeah." Yuna rubbed her shoulder. She didn't recall any workers complaining about it, though they might have been acting polite because Yiazmat was visiting. "We make do with what we have."

    "And a little help from the Ryujin." Cyril smirked at her. "Including yours truly."

    Yuna's torso shriveled a bit. "I suppose so. Mom always mentioned we had allies in Radiance. Never gave me details."

    "Well, how would you have taken learning they're a crime syndicate?" Reshiram wondered.

    Not well. The fact that there was so much else going on at the moment made it easy to brush that aside, though. Maybe if the team got the whole dimensional instability thing under control Yuna would have to grapple with it. But there were bigger things to worry about.

    Reshiram yawned in the back of Yuna's head.

    Do you mind?

    "Sorry. Feel sleepy for some reason."


    Another yawn. This one from Rayquaza.

    Frowning, Yuna pushed them out of her head. They'd reached the metal doors at the other end of the tunnel. Like the staffer said, a young lady in an orange jumpsuit paced nervously on the other side of the doorway. Her blue hair was tied in a button with a ribbon that looked like an espeon's ears.

    "What are they saying? What are they saying?"

    "Hello, Miss Engineer Liza Lady!"

    Yuna winced at Leo's loud greeting. The fake dreepy was waving enthusiastically judging by how his other hand tugged on Yuna's head.

    "Ah, you!" Liza whirled around. The goggles around her neck almost smacked her face. "Tell me you're hearing it, too!"

    Yuna looked at Cyril. She had no idea what Liza meant. Had she somehow connected with the team's X-transceivers?

    "Hearing... what?" Cyril scratched his head.

    "The message from beyond!" Liza intensified her pacing. "The message from the pink!"

    Widget leaned over. "Uh, hey, I'm no engineer, but last I checked pink doesn't make noises."

    "An astute observation." Cyril tucked his hands into his sweatshirt and approached Liza. "Howdy. I'm Cyril. Nice to meet you, Liza."

    "Please, no need to be polite." Liza waved Cyril off. She continued pacing, not making eye contact. "We both know it's my brother you'd rather meet. Lemme guess... subscribed to his NickNack?"

    Cyril blinked. "Uhh..."

    "Glitch TV follower?"

    "Huh?"

    "You listen to his podcast?"

    "What?"

    "No? Well, how many of his travel vlogs have you seen?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "Forget it." Liza turned around. "Tate's irrelevant. Head-in-the-clouds piece of work," she mumbled.

    "Is this what it means when someone's 'having a moment?'" Widget whispered.

    "How would I know?" Yuna whispered back.

    "Maybe it's aaaaaawwwwm—" Reshiram cut himself off with another yawn. "Sorry. Maybe it's a nervous breakdown? Her big collider thingy's on the fritz, after all."

    "Let's cut to the chase," Cyril proposed, studying the large, steel doors beyond Liza. There were other hallways extending to either side, with brightly colored paintings of pokémon that looked... off. Like misdreavus with feathers in their ectoplasmic hair or jigglypuff with long, curly tails and tiny fangs.

    "Of course, of course." Liza pinched her brow. "The sooner I can solve this, the better." She gestured behind her, to the hallway on the right. "You see the pink, right?"

    Yuna squinted. Looking closer, there was a pink tint to the hallway. Even the painted walls and metal railings had a fine layer of pink over them. She glanced at the ceiling lights, which also had a bit of pink.

    I'm guessing that's not normal.

    Neither Sage responded. Uh, guys? I'm saying you can talk.

    Reshiram yawned again. "Ah, sorry. Don't know why I'm so tired."

    "The pink art is quite relaxing,"
    Rayquaza mumbled. He was coiling himself tightly in the back of Yuna's mind, happily resting his head by his tail.

    As if she needed more proof that, yes, this mysterious pink glow was a problem.

    "I was doing my routine checks on the collider when I got some weird pings," Liza continued. She resumed pacing. "Before I got the chance to investigate any further, I saw pink coming from outside the collider room." She jerked her head toward the shut steel doors. "Went outside and saw these intense glowing spots... and that's when I started hearing things."

    "What kind of things?" Widget asked.

    "A garbled message." Liza held up her right arm. There was a small monitor strapped around her jumpsuit. "I can't quite put it together, so I sent three of my beldum to find the sources of the pink." Liza tapped the monitor. "But they didn't come back and I've lost their signal."

    "So, you closed the exhibit?"

    "I was ready to close it the moment I got the pings!" Liza huffed. "But Da— Dr. Lund said not to. 'Science doesn't stop for a funny ping or two.'" She shook her head. "With my beldum vanishing, though? No dice. I don't want people here. So, I shuttered the place."

    Widget stepped toward her. "So, how can we help?"

    Liza looked him over. "Pretty weird-sounding silvally you got there." She shook her head. "Is what it is. Best way to help would be retrieving the beldum, but..." Liza looked over her shoulder.

    "That means walking into the pink," Cyril said.

    "Do you have any idea what Daaaactor Lund would do if he found out I let a civilian get, like, atomized by chronons or something?!" Liza squeezed her goggles.

    "Guess it's a good thing I'm a ranger, then." Cyril smirked. "Danger's in the job description. Or, at least, on the liability waivers I signed."

    "Wow. He's good." Reshiram whistled. "I wonder if Leo's power boost also made him a better liar?"

    I think that's probably all his years with the resistance,
    Yuna responded. He had the Ryujin completely fooled, remember?

    Liza's eyes lit up. "Waivers! Yes, of course!" She held her right arm up and frantically tapped at the screen with her left hand. Then she stuck it out in front of Cyril. "Sign here, please."

    Cyril raised a brow. "You got your own waiver?"

    "Absolving me and the museum of any liability in cases of injury, dismemberment, dimensional and/or temporal displacement, death... yadda yadda. You get the idea."

    Yuna would've raised an objection, but Cyril hastily scribbled on the screen with his fake human index finger. "Done." He pulled his hand away. "How do you want to do this? We have X-transceivers if you want to sync up a line for communication."

    "Seriously? That old Unova junk?" Liza looked Cyril over. "No, actually, fits your hippie-dippie aesthetic I suppose. Next you're going to tell me your desktop doesn't even have an SSD."

    "Bold of you to assume I even own a desktop," Cyril countered. He handed his X-transceiver over to Liza, who held it near the monitor on her right arm. Some lights blinked on the screen and she handed it back.

    "Okay, so the first beldum, Bob, went over to the right." Liza pointed to the hallway behind her. "It's the shortest distance, so start there."

    The team silently acknowledged her and headed down the hallway. The paintings of the weirdly fuzzy and feathery pokémon were much clearer, along with placards and small monitors talking about the relationship between time and space and how the hadron collider allowed Dr. Lund's team to investigate this further.

    "The entities that stabilize space and time are ethereal in nature, you see." Small round speakers played a recording of Dr. Lund. "Chronons provide temporal stability. You can think of them like blood cells and Earth as the body they race across as Dialga's heart beats. Thus, a stable flow of time."

    The pink glow got brighter. Yuna didn't feel any different from before, but both Sages kept yawning, forcing the drakloak to push them out of her mind. How could a couple of souls chilling inside of her even get tired? They weren't doing anything!

    "Hey, Leo, how you holding up?" Yuna wondered, reaching a hand up to feel for her fake dreepy son.

    "I'm okay." Leo shifted on her head. "Though I think I'm sensing... something. The back of my neck's all prickly."

    "Maybe we're getting close to the source of 'the pink,'" Cyril mused. "Quite an unscientific name, considering where we are."

    "Give me a break. I was crunched for time," Liza huffed. "If you've time to gab, you've time to go faster!"

    Cyril picked up his pace. Bright pink light obscured the end of the hall. Pink lines and fissures trickled across the dimmer pinks of the walls, floor, and ceiling like an ariados web. Leo shifted again on Yuna's head.

    "So, Lund's your dad, huh?" Widget said.

    "What, how did you—"

    "Kinda hard not to hear you reflexively stopping to switch from 'Dad' to 'Dr. Lund,'" Widget responded, shaking his head.

    "Yeah, yeah." Liza grumbled something the X-transceiver couldn't make out. "He's not one of those accomplished scientists who holds his kids to impossibly high standards or anything. He's just... very devoted to his work."

    "To the point where he ignores you?"

    "Not important!" Liza dismissed. "Maybe Tate and I were able to switch places when we were little kids and Dad wouldn't realize, but that doesn't matter. Focus on the pink."

    "Well, we're, uh, at the pink?" Cyril stopped short of the bright pink sphere swallowing up the hallway, holding an arm over his face. "I don't see any beldum."

    "I don't see much of anything." Widget pivoted left. "It's way too bright!"

    Yuna, however, sensed something within the bright light. So did Leo, judging by his shifting around on her head.

    "... de... cept..."

    The drakloak's tail crinkled. "There was a voice." She hovered closer.

    "Huh? I didn't hear anyone but you," Widget said.

    But Yuna was already reaching into the pink light with her right hand. And the moment the pink fully engulfed it, a soft tingle ran up her arm.

    Then the pink light flickered on and off in tandem with a dark, starry sky and silhouettes of rocky slabs floating haphazardly. There were bright flashes of light far in the distance.

    "... have to... me! Whatever... do not..."

    XxX​

    Yowling, Noctum ducked underneath a swipe of a gallade pirate's glowing pink arm. The black charizard swung his tail around, knocking Gallade over on the ship deck. Noctum spewed fire at point-blank range until Gallade had passed out.

    "Noctum, on your six!" Valkyrie cried behind him.

    "Huh?"

    Then a garbled holler came from behind him. Noctum spun around and saw a pidgeot with metal wings lying on their side, twitching from paralysis.

    "You're welcome."

    Noctum glanced up to see Nikki standing upside down on a part of the ship's mast. The toxtricity quickly turned and lobbed poisonous globs to intercept Air Slash crescents from a staraptor.

    "'We'll board the ship and take the fight to them!' Gene said." Nikki leaped from the mast, landing upright beside Noctum. "'It'll keep 'em occupied for sure!' he said."

    "Well, they're all here, aren't they?" Noctum said, shooting a blue bolt toward a strafing mantine. It struck their right flipper, sending them tumbling through open space. The black charizard tugged Nikki's jacket and pointed to Mantine. She got the message, striking her gills. Overdrive shockwaves rippled through the air, zapping Mantine and the staraptor that had attacked Nikki before. Both went still, their previous momentum sending them drifting away from the ship.

    "Arrrrgh! You fools!" Gilbert slapped a wooden railing on the side of his tiny, personal ship. "What do you zink you are doing?! You have zem outnumbered!"

    "Quality over quantity, bitch!" Nikki retorted.

    Noctum tensed up. His gut churned under his armor. He couldn't help but drop to one knee, grimacing. And he caught sight of Gene pausing above the other ship, too. The shadowy mewtwo's Malice Crystal flickered pink. He looked off into the distance.

    "Noctum, look alive!"

    Valkyrie glided in front of him, bludgeoning an umbreon in the side with a Dragon Claw and sending them tumbling across the ship's plank.

    "S-Sorry!" He hastily got to his feet. "I just... I think my crystal reacted to something in the debris!"

    "It's probably the others." Valkyrie landed atop a wrecked scope lens cannon. "Which means we have to focus."

    XxX​

    Gasping, Yuna jolted her head back.

    "Mom? Mom!"

    The pink light faded, revealing Leo's hand waving in front of her face.

    "W-What?" The drakloak looked around. She was back in the museum. And she could see a metal door with an emergency exit sign at the end of the hall. Yuna rubbed her eyes. "Did you guys see that?"

    "See what?" Widget tapped a claw on the carpet. "You reaching toward the pink light, only to have it disappear within seconds and give us this beldum?" He jerked his head to his right. A beldum floated by his shoulder, looking between Cyril and Yuna.

    "No, not that." Though, Yuna had to admit it looked that way. "Everything faded out... and I saw Kalidron's ruins, but through a pink filter."

    Silence. Cyril and Widget exchanged uneasy looks.

    "What about you, Leo?" Yuna whispered.

    "I didn't see anything but pink." The fake dreepy yawned. "And the closer you got, the more I wanted to go to sleep. Can I take a nap?"

    "Uhh, I think that'll have to wait." Yuna sympathetically nudged the front of her head. "Are you Bob?" she asked Beldum.

    [Ah, guests!] The beldum's mechanical voice was cheerful. Their circular head spun around in their socket. [You are correct. One moment while I engage my charming accent.]

    Cyril scratched his head. "Don't really have a moment. Liza's waiting for you."

    [Well, shine my boots and call me Sally!] Bob's new accent was... homely, to Yuna's surprise. And concern. [I reckon I ought to head back to the ol' farm, then. Y'all should follow me over yonder. It ain't safe 'round these here parts.]

    Bob turned around and hovered toward the entrance of the collider wing.

    "Bob just pinged me!" Liza said. "With a... howdy. Guess you found them."

    "Yeah." Cyril started after him. "They're... something."

    Liza sighed through the X-transceiver. "I thought I'd fixed that quirk of theirs. They watch one cowboy movie and suddenly they're talking like 'em at the drop of a hat. I swear the guests are encouraging them." She paused. "Jim's down the other hallway from where you started. Looks like Bob did find something, so I'm working on piecing the data together."

    The team headed back down the hallway, passing the speakers and paintings of overly furry and feathery pokémon. When they reached the entrance, they headed left. A familiar pink hue awaited them. Pink lines rippled through pictures of magneton with bizarrely long magnets. And was Yuna imagining things or did their heads have hair?

    "Oh! Uh—" Yuna rubbed the back of her neck. "Miss Liza? I think you might've right about the, uh, pink."

    "You heard something?"

    Widget looked over his shoulder. "You heard something?"

    "Maybe?" Yuna fidgeted with her hands. "There was a garbled voice. I couldn't make out more than a syllable or two. But it sounded like words."

    "I see," Liza responded. "Wait, hang on. Who just spoke?"

    Yuna stiffened. So much for letting Cyril and Widget do all the talking. She shot them an apologetic look.

    "My drakloak," Cyril hastily said. "Worked with a decent psychic to make it happen."

    "Ah. One of those types." Liza sounded intrigued. "Yeah, that stuff fascinated me when I was a kid. I had those kinds of powers myself. Tate did, too." She sighed. "We had one of those, y'know, twin connections. Except it was deeper."

    Yuna wondered if they were meant to press Liza on that. She instead fixated on older video footage of Dr. Lund supervising a team of construction workers building some sort of giant metal cylinder.

    "You 'had,' huh?" Cyril said, resting his hands behind his fake human hair.

    "We drifted apart. It happens. The psychic stuff was cool, but the more I went through school, the more interested I got in machines. That stuff never clicked for Tate, though. Did the bare minimum he needed to skate by."

    "So, you're here because you want to be?" Widget asked.

    "Yeah. What? Are you going to call me a nepotism baby?"

    "N-No," Widget tittered.

    "I was thinking it, at least," Reshiram mumbled. He sounded even groggier than before, so Yuna shoved him out of her mind again.

    "Oh, look, it's the next pink source." The silvally laughed nervously and stepped aside to let Yuna do her thing.

    Except Yuna didn't want to do her thing. What if it pulled her between the dimensions harder or something? Was that even possible?

    But if she did nothing, then everyone was at risk.

    Sighing, she reached out toward the pink light. Again, everything flickered. She saw glimpses of the planetary ruins back in her dimension. Except it was clearer this time, with less of a pink tint.

    "... troy... net."

    The voice was back again. Yuna still couldn't make out more than broken syllables.

    "... one out... not... time..."

    XxX​

    Noctum tensed. A fireball got caught in his throat. The black charizard hunched over, coughing up smoke.

    "He be losing his resolve!" a sandaconda pirate shouted. "I've got him!"

    "Like hell you do!"

    Valkyrie dropped down from above, squishing sandaconda against the deck of the ship. She grabbed his coiled midsection, spun around, and tossed him overboard. Momentum hurtled him away from the ships, forcing a staraptor and pidgeot to break off their attacks to fly after him.

    "What was that about?" the garchomp growled.

    "Crystal reacted again." Noctum rubbed his armor plate. "Felt like a kick to the gut."

    "Well, I'm going to give you a real kick if you don't keep your head on straight," Valkyrie huffed. "Focus!"

    "No, Zardy's got a point."

    Pink spheres exploded all around them, clearing the area of any pirates. Gene hovered over them, gaze fixed on the debris in the distance.

    "Someone's out there." The mewtwo was projecting himself into Noctum's head without speaking. Was this what things were like for Yuna with the Sages? "I saw a ship. Too small to be the empire. Some idiot civilian's trying to get themselves killed!"

    Noctum fought the urge to point out they were idiot civilians doing the exact same thing.

    XxX​

    Yuna's breath came in short gasps. She almost collapsed on the carpeted floor before managing to catch herself.

    "Mom?" Leo got off the drakloak's head this time. "You sure you're okay?"

    "I'm... fine." Yuna swallowed hard. The pink light was gone. "Where's the beldum?"

    [I'm right here!] a cheerful voice proclaimed. Jim drifted down to Yuna's eye level. [Hello, non-hostile entities! Are you my new best friends?]

    Yuna blinked once. Twice. Leo looked ready to make Jim his second sibling, so she hastily said, "No. Your trainer's looking for you."

    Jim's lone eye teared up. [Friendship request: denied. Initializing sad noises.] Their gaze fell, then they produced a crackled recording of a crying baby.

    "Sheesh." Cyril had his hands over his ears. "How about you initialize returning to Liza?"

    The crying abruptly stopped. [Command accepted.]

    Jim spun around and zipped down the hallway.

    "Oh, good, you found Jim."

    "Are all your beldum this... quirky?" Widget wondered.

    "Jim's a rescue, actually. Poor thing spent a long time in isolation before I found them. Even though they have plenty of buddies now, they still want everyone to be their best friend."

    To Yuna's surprise, Widget flinched. He glanced around nervously, before staring at his feet. "Where's the last one, then?" he muttered. "We ran out of hallways, didn't we?"

    "Janet's the closest, actually. Lost her on the other side of the doors I closed."

    Their trek back down the hallway was short and silent, with Yuna contemplating what exactly would happen the moment she dispelled the last source of pink. Would the anomaly core become visible? Surely, these things had to be tied to it. The drakloak couldn't think of any other explanation.

    Yuna passed Leo over to Widget for this last stop. Liza wasn't waiting for them by the closed doors, so a shrugging Cyril just opened the closest door to him.

    Pink light spilled out. Cyril shut his eyes and looked away. "I think that's your cue, Yuna."

    Yuna swam through the air and squished herself through the ajar door. Pink light flooded her vision for all of a second, before flickering in and out like the other two sources. Yuna got clearer glimpses of the debris field. Giant chunks of rock and metal floating haphazardly. Some rubble twisted into spirals. Others had glowing lustrous ore shards wedged into them.

    "... av... ten to... ging you!"

    A few more syllables this time. But nothing cohesive.

    The debris field slipped away once again, leaving Yuna floating in the middle of an open, circular room. There were railings with signs giving more details about the collider, along with some sort of project where it was used to stop things called Ultra Wormholes from appearing.

    Yuna was about to call in the others, when the beldum floating opposite her darted about frantically, their head swiveling around with reckless abandon.

    [Danger! Danger!] Janet's mechanical voice was more feminine than the other two beldum. [The readings! They're off the charts! They're—]

    Janet stopped moving. [Oh.] She looked around. [The readings have stopped.] The beldum turned to face Yuna. [Thank you, kind stranger. Would you like a coupon for the gift shop? I can offer you thirty percent off collider souvenirs.]

    "I'll pass." Yuna jerked her head toward the doors. "Liza's waiting for you somewhere over there."

    Janet nodded and headed for the same door Yuna floated through. The drakloak was going to open it and let the others in when a sudden shout in the back of her head made her ectoplasm jiggle from face to tail.

    Jeez, Reshiram! What's the big idea?

    In her mind's eye, Reshiram was still bleary-eyed and tired, but now his fur was all puffed up and his tail turbine crackling.

    "I know why I'm so tired." Reshiram stifled a yawn. "Maybe she got fragmented into the pink or something, but now I can sense her for sure. It's Cress!"

    Wait, as in—

    "Cresselia! She's here! I feel her right underneath us!"
     
    Chapter 69: A Nice Dream
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 69: A Nice Dream

    Entry 2172
    Like clockwork, the nightmares are back again. I doubt the years of this planet sync up with Chakran, but it certainly
    feels like this is around the time where those wretched Overseers abandoned me. Ignored my pleas for help and left this universe to Eternatus' whims. Sometimes my dreams are full of zygarde burying me under onslaughts of their Thousand Arrows. Other times, I'm writhing in pain from that idiot necrozma's spirit severing strike.

    It's so obnoxious. I should be past this all by now. With each successive generation, the Sages are getting more adept. I truly believe that the more Sages I go through, the better a chance we have if Eternatus comes for this planet.

    The new Cresselia didn't take over that long ago, but I'm going to need her to help get rid of these nightmares so I can get some decent rest.


    XxX​

    Noctum crouched beside Valkyrie on the deck of the pirate ship, glancing between Gene and various pirates who had stopped to listen to their chatot first mate bicker with the shadowy mewtwo floating opposite him.

    "We both know you can make things disappear and appear however you want!" Gilbert waved his colorful wings around haphazardly. "You say you made your treasure go kaput? I think you are full of it!"

    "I'll say it 'til I'm blue in the face because it's true." Gene tapped his right temple. "Get it through your thick skull. The treasure's gone. We tossed it in a small rift while you guys were busy getting zapped."

    "All me, baby!" Nikki hollered from the other pirate ship, raising her lightning guitar, then brandishing it at the pirates who growled at her. "What? You want more of this?"

    Two azumarill in front of her backed away, floppy ears folding against their heads.

    "Thought so."

    "You can return to Larkharr and we'll forget this ever happened, or keep being a nuisance until I blow up your ships." Gene cracked his knuckles. "I don't think your captain will look favorably upon the latter."

    "And yet... you are still here." Gilbert leaned forward from his perch, his one good eye squinting. "If you really tossed ze treasure away, you could've opened another rift and gone prancing back home."

    Noctum thought Gilbert would buy Gene's act. But apparently the blowhard chatot was more than just a big mouth. Or beak.

    The black charizard considered opening a rift of his own and trying something on Gilbert to get the pirates to stand down, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. That last pulse that made his gut rumble was the strongest one yet. Whatever Yuna was doing, it was creating some sort of ripple effect. They had to get the pirates to leave peacefully, or they'd cause problems for Team Bastion.

    "You got me." Gene rolled his eyes and lazily held up his hands. "I sensed a civilian ship out in the debris. At first, I was buying time for them to escape."

    Valkyrie tensed. She remained silent, but the look on the garchomp's face said it all. What was Gene thinking? At this rate, the pirates would head for the lustrous ore for sure.

    "Oh-ho! Another ship." Gilbert rubbed his wings together. "Perhaps scavenging ze ruins for ze valuables."

    "I thought that, too. Hence the 'at first.'" Gene's yellow-tipped tail lazily swished back and forth. "Until I backed off from the fight long enough to take a li'l psychic gander." He pressed his right index finger to his right temple. "Want to take a guess who the pilot's calling?"

    The shadowy mewtwo traced the Eterna Empire sigil in the air.

    Gilbert's feathers puffed out. "You are mocking me."

    "Why do you think I called for a ceasefire?" Gene countered. "I'm not heartless. You're an obnoxious prick, but the more groups standing in the emperor's way of total control of Eternatus, the better."

    Noctum held his breath. A raichu and an emolga pirate whispered to one another. Maybe they were buying Gene's claim?

    XxX​

    "A Needle? Here?" Yuna looked ahead, past all the stands and placards in the room, to the gray doors at the other end. Firmly shut, with a CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE sign planted in front of them. "You've got to be kidding me." The drakloak smushed her hands against her cheeks.

    "Nay, tis far from a jest, Princess." Rayquaza loudly yawned. "This drowsiness hath filled mine head with thoughts of Dame Cresselia."

    Yuna wasn't sure whether to find this news upsetting or relieving. There were a lot of moving pieces to think about with this kind of revelation. How the Needle wound up in Kalidron IV of all places. How it got connected to the collider in the first place. How so many people could blindly miss something that obv—

    No. Breathe.

    The whole point to these anomalies was that they made zero sense to begin with. The Needle could've made the rift, which in turn hid the Needle... or sucked it into this dimension. Or something.

    "Did I hear you right? Did you say Needle?"

    Cyril walked up to Yuna's side, hands in his sweatshirt pocket. The drakloak nodded.

    "Did you feel anything when you reached into the pink light?" Cyril asked.

    "Uhh—" Yuna was so caught up in the flickering light show, she hadn't thought about it. "I guess now that you mention it, the pink did feel a bit... solid."

    "I wonder if the Needle broke." Reshiram yawned. "And you fixed it."

    But how?
    All the drakloak did was touch the pink light. Yuna glanced at her Soul Dew... and saw a thin line of black shadows swimming around its edges.

    And here she thought she was getting better control of them.

    Maybe if she tried speaking to her shadows like she did with the Sages?

    Hello? Yuna squinted. Can you hear me? It's been long enough. We need to talk!

    ... Silence. Because of course it couldn't be that simple for once.

    "Well, if there is a Needle there, then where is it?" Widget wondered.

    "Oh, you can't sense it?" Leo curled his fake dreepy tail around part of Widget's head crest and dangled himself in front of the silvally. "C'mon, big bro, you just gotta concentrate."

    "I'm trying to keep up appearances," Widget hissed in a whisper.

    Yuna's X-transceiver crackled.

    "All right. What did you guys do? I'm getting some sort of funny reading down in the collider room. It's... not quite the same as the pink."

    Cyril scratched his head. "Oh, that? We think it's the source of the pink. We can take care of it... provided you're willing to let us down there."

    "Absolutely not. Out of the question," Liza said. Yuna could practically hear her shaking her head in disbelief. "If something goes wrong—"

    "We can handle it," Cyril cut in. "We got our own reading on it. And we've dealt with these things before. They're the reason we came to LaRousse in the first place." He chuckled. "Besides, we did sign the waiver."

    Yuna had to admit, Cyril was a good smoothtalker. He'd have made an excellent spy if he lived in Aeon.

    "To be fair, he's had, like, centuries of practice," Reshiram said. "And he's technically telling the truth. Just a truth that leaves out some details outside our control."

    An annoyed sigh bubbled through Yuna's X-transceiver. "Fine. I was trying to repair the data I recovered from my beldum, but it's taking more time than I thought. I'm going to keep working on it. Jim can let you through to the collider. Just play along with his act, okay? It'll make it easier for everyone."

    "Can do." Cyril rested his hands behind his blue, shaggy hair and lazily paced back and forth by the door.

    Yuna briefly wondered if she should ask the Sages what Cresselia was like, so she wasn't caught off guard this time. One of the doors behind her opened before she got the chance, however. Jim hovered through, looking at the team.

    [Hello. Are you my new best friends?]

    Liza said to play along. Which meant...

    "Uh, sure." Yuna hesitantly bobbed her head.

    [Friendship request... accepted?]

    Jim's red eye swelled up in a way Yuna didn't think possible for a beldum.

    [Oh, happy noises!]

    Jim spun around excitedly, playing scratched, crackled sounds resembling a cheering audience. They shot toward the other end of the room. [We have so much to best friend about! I can show you my thinking spot... oh! Or my favorite piece of peeling plaster!] they chirped. [How do you feel about tacos, new best friends? Because I think they are the beedrill's knees, but if you do not like them, I will not like them with you.]

    "How about we christen the friendship by going to the collider?" Cyril said, laughing nervously.

    [Ah, yes, a splendid idea!] Jim floated up to some sort of strange black pad next to the shut door on the other end of the room. [Liza did say some friends needed help. And here you are! My best friends!]

    Yuna began to wonder if Jim had a limited attention span. The beldum, meanwhile, pressed their metallic head against the pad. A blue light ran across the pad. Then the whole pad lit up green and several loud clicks and clangs echoed through the room.

    [Follow me, best friends,] Jim said, pointing their eye at the opening doors.

    On the other side was a fairly spacious viewing platform. A few rows of theater-style seats lined each side of the doorway and the floor abruptly dropped off to reveal a large glass dome covering a circular room with a stone floor and two giant metal cylinders opposite one another.

    The Needle sat in the exact center of the room, topped with a pink gem surrounded by faint, white halos.

    Cyril yawned. "Man. Seeing that thing's got me craving a nap all of a sudden."

    Even Cyril now, too? Yuna bit her lower lip. It couldn't be the Soul Dew's light protecting her, because the other Sages were just as sleepy. Her shadows, then?

    Delightful.

    "The Sage is Cresselia," Yuna whispered.

    [Your chariot awaits, best friends!]

    Clanking metal and hydraulic whirs jolted Yuna to attention. Jim was on their right, having opened up a doorway that blended in seamlessly with the black wall. The beldum gestured to the stairwell. [Just follow the steps and you'll be there before you know it.]

    "Not coming with?" Widget asked, heading for the stairs.

    [I'm not fond of needles.] Jim laughed nervously. [Especially giant magical ones stuck into the floor. But I will be with you in spirit. And visible through the glass.]

    A steel-type afraid of needles? Yuna shook her head. It was far from the strangest thing she'd heard today. She floated after Widget and Leo, opting to simply drift down through the gap in the middle of the stairs. The drakloak reached the bottom first, but her tiny ectoplasmic arms weren't strong enough to get the big steel door open.

    After Widget held it open, Yuna hovered forward, taking deep breaths. Now that she wasn't looking at the room from above, she could appreciate the array of wires funneling out the back of the giant metal cylinder. There were also huge glass tubes full of flowing water. It was interacting with the collider, but Yuna couldn't fathom what the water actually did.

    Yuna returned her attention to the Needle. She had done this three times before. All she had to do was touch it. Then everything would go white and she'd get another one of Chiron's memories.

    The only thing was that now she was in another dimension.

    Yuna looked over her shoulder. "Leo? Pay attention, please. When I pull the Needle, there's a chance you're going to have to, uh, talk with Mr. Anomaly to send us home. Is that okay?"

    "Yep!" The fake dreepy saluted her. "I'm ready!"

    Satisfied, Yuna took one more deep breath. "Right then. Here goes."

    She reached for the Needle. Though she still couldn't wrap her hand around it, Yuna could touch more of the Needle as a drakloak than she could as a dreepy.

    ... It also made the jolt of energy that followed much more surprising.

    XxX​

    "Shh. Shh. Please, Leo. Mama's doing her best."

    The cosmog gently wrapped in Chrion's wings continued to bawl his eyes out. No matter how much the lunala bounced him or swayed him — both tall orders with her crescent wings — he kept crying and squirming. Her ectoplasm was damp. Who would've thought one tiny starcloud could make so much water?

    Chiron floated around a big, lunala-shaped chair in her living room, stealing glances at her front door.

    What was taking her so long? Chiron had stressed how important this was. She had run out of options to get Leo to calm down. And her own lack of sleep was making it hard to think straight.

    She tried passing Leo off to Bahamut while she warped away to take a nap. But she couldn't stop thinking of Leo while she was away. Not even one of Shaymin's strongest herbal teas did her any good.

    Chiron didn't know how normal pokémon handled parenthood. And she had escaped Eternatus! Something like this should have been a breeze for her.

    "It's okay, Leo." Chiron rocked him faster. "Auntie Cresselia should be here any—"

    Knocks came from the front door. Chiron's telekinetic burst to open the door nearly ripped it off its hinges.

    Cresselia floated there, eyelids heavy and rings dimly pulsating. "Hi, Chiron. I got yooo—aaaaaawhm."

    Blinking rapidly, she tucked her head down to rub it against her pink, nubby hands. "Mmm. Sorry." She hovered inside. "You wanted to see me?"

    "Yes!" Chiron fought to hide the desperation in her tone. She sank down into her chair. The cushions
    whoomfed from the sudden pressure. "Please, you have to help me with Leo. He just won't fall asleep. I can't get him to stop crying."

    "Leo?" Cresselia yawned again. "Oh, right. How is the little guy?"

    Chiron opened her wings slightly. They were thoroughly drenched. "He cries so much I wouldn't blame you for thinking he knows Fake Tears."

    "Haaah." Cresselia drifted further into the living room. Despite the fatigue, her expression was soft. "And you want me to put hi— eeeaaaaawhm."

    She stopped floating and shook her head. "You know I don't actually know Hypnosis, right?" Cresselia rubbed her cheek.

    "But you're the Sage of
    Dreams."

    "Yeah. I bring good viiiiaaaaaiiiyyybes." Cresselia yawned the final word into her nubby hand.

    Chiron looked down at Leo. The cosmog's crying had quieted. Eyes still watery, he looked curiously at Cresselia.

    "Well, you're already having an effect," Chiron said, lowering her voice to try and keep Leo calm. "Can't you just try something?"

    "Hokay." Cresselia slowly bobbed her head. "Tell your hubby I did you a solid."

    She closed the remaining distance with Chrion. Her dim rings slowly lit up brighter and brighter.

    At first, Chiron closed her eyes and tensed, worried the brighter light would upset Leo. But the cosmog's tiny whimpers faded entirely. Chiron peeked an eye open to find Cresselia leaning over. Tiny, twinkling crescents showered Leo. Like fairy dust... or dandruff from a pokémon that wasn't showering.

    Leo stopped squirming. The erratic twinkling in his starry pom-poms calmed to a gentle, steady pulse completely in sync with Cresselia's rings.

    "Peeeeewwwaaaaaaawhm."

    It was an impressive yawn for such a tiny starcloud. Then again, given what his crying sounded like, Chiron shouldn't have been surprised.

    Cresselia yawned herself. Her head bobbed over slightly before she abruptly jerked it back up, blinking rapidly. She continued dusting Leo in tiny crescents until the cosmog's eyelids fluttered once. Twice. Three times.

    Leo's eyes shut. His pom-poms folded against his starcloud body. Soft, warm breath tickled Chiron's wing membrane.

    Her first instinct was to thank Cresselia — or, at the very least, sigh in relief — before she caught herself. The lunala couldn't undo Cresselia's hard work.

    To her surprise, Cresselia took Leo in her nubby hands. "Quite the restless one," she whispered. "Got some really strange vibes."

    Chiron frowned. Did Cresselia think something was off about Leo? "If you saw something, you should tell me."

    "See? Naaaaaawm." Cresselia tilted her head so she didn't yawn right in Chiron's face. "Just kinda got that vibe. Like Leo couldn't sleep because of bad dreams."

    "Everyone has nightmares now and then."

    "Not that many." Cresselia drifted across the living room toward a small makeshift wooden crib. A gift Shaymin and Victini had put together, as two of the only Sages reasonably small enough to build one.

    "What do you mean?"

    Cresselia's snout twitched. "It was like pancakes."

    Chiron resisted the urge to groan. Of all the times for Cresselia to be obtuse...

    "Nightmares on top of nightmares. An endless stack." Cresselia carefully set Leo down in the crib, wrapping a sky blue blanket around the cosmog. She tilted her head up to yawn again. "Sorry." She rubbed her mouth, then turned back to Chiron. "In my training, I was told piled up nightmares come from somewhere outside a person's mind."

    "Like from another person?"

    "Bingo." Cresselia hovered toward a long, tan couch with worn out fabric on its cushions and more than a few patched up holes that gave away its favorite user. "You and Bahamut don't let the tyke out of your sights, right?"

    "That's... correct." Guessing what Cresselia was implying, Chiron bit her lip. "You think it's one of us?"

    Cresselia slowly lay herself down on a part of the couch that wasn't patched over. "Have
    you had any bad dreams lately?"

    The lunala stiffened. She hadn't slept much given her constant fretting about Leo. But what was she supposed to tell Cresselia? That she was still haunted from her time in the Paradigm? That her dreams were full of scenarios where Eternatus found their planet and brought ruin upon it in an effort to reclaim her for Matriarch?

    "I, uh—"

    But when Chiron looked over at the couch, Cresselia had already nodded off.

    She sighed in relief. A bullet dodged for now. Yet it looked like she wasn't going to be able to keep all her secrets buried for much longer.


    XxX​

    "If you keep pacing like that, you're going to make me start slithering."

    Igneous stopped walking and leaned against a railing. Artemis sat coiled on a cushion by a table, eyeing the grovlazzle skeptically.

    "What's got your tails twisted? It sounds like the pirates are about to back off," the milotic said. "Valkyrie will be back safe and sound and you two can do whatever."

    "It's not that." Igneous curled his claws around the railing, gazing out the glass wall toward the dimly lit, closed arena. "It's the Team Bastion side of things. We totally lost contact with them. What if something happened?"

    Artemis stiffened. "Uhh..." He tapped his tailfins against the cushion. "We have no more of those space barriers, so we can't do anything until the others return. So, I'm trying not to play worst case scenario."

    Igneous tightened his grip on the railing. "That's easy for you to say. You don't..." His voice trailed off.

    "Don't what? Have freaky mutant powers?"

    It sounded stupid saying it out loud, since Igneous did this to himself. Was it the powers filling him with unease? This hadn't happened to him before.

    "Yeah. I just... have a bad feeling."

    "Like an absol sense?"

    The grovlazzle looked over his shoulder. Scarlett slithered across the metallic floor, offering polite nods to a few individual patrons who had glanced at her arrival.

    "You know most absol have to train themselves to hone it, right?" Scarlett said.

    Igneous frowned. "What? Isn't that just an instinct?"

    "Plenty of absol live in Blightsmuth." Scarlett stuck her beaded tail out. "I'd trust their word over your gut." The dragonair glanced at her tail and abruptly pulled it back, face reddening. "Err, not that I'm implying anything bad about you! Or your gut! I'm sure it's a very fine gut! Good at, y'know, digesting!"

    Before Igneous could retort, however, a pillar of golden light burst up from the arena. Artemis hastily uncoiled. "What the—"

    Igneous turned around, Leaf Blades igniting. "I knew it!" He dashed forward without a second thought. "Someone get Seifer!" He sprinted toward the stairs leading to the arena's walkway. "Gene! Gene, I think an uninvited guest just broke through your base's barrier!"

    XxX​

    It started as another rumble in Noctum's gut. Stronger than the ones before it. The black charizard couldn't help but look over his shoulder. And that's when he saw the pulse of golden light far in the distance. It faded away long before it got anywhere near them, but caught enough of the pirates' attention that many were looking anxiously at Gilbert.

    "Gilbert! Some landlubber be setting off flares!" a togetic shouted from the ship's murkrow's nest. She levitated a fancy looking telescope over her left eye.

    The chatot's note head stuck up. "Excuse moi?"

    "The scallywag be telling the truth!" a raichu proclaimed. "One rock ain't worth it!" He headed for the ship's steering wheel while several pirates voiced their agreement.

    They were leaving, then. That was it. All Noctum had to do was play along with them. His Malice Crystal pulsated under his armor as he thought of Cyril's outpost. A rift opened up behind him and Valkyrie.

    "Right. So, uh, you guys can go back." Noctum tugged on Valkyrie's arm. "And we'll do the same. Sound fair?"

    "Gene! Gene, I think an uninvited guest just broke through your base's barrier!"

    A giant rainbow energy beam cut through the darkness of the planetary debris and struck the main mast of the ship opposite the one Noctum and Valkyrie. Several pirates fled away from the ensuing explosion. Nikki jumped ship to join the two dragons, mohawk sparking.

    Gilbert's feathers puffed out. "Oui! Oui! We are making with ze retreating! Zis is your problem now!" He pointed a wing at Raichu. "Engage ze rift drive!"

    Noctum was about to question how the pirates had access to their own rifts, when Valkyrie shoved him toward the portal he opened. It vanished a second before he could pass through it, however. Then the ship's deck abruptly vanished from underneath Noctum's feet.

    XxX​

    The second Igneous had the space, his volcarona wings appeared, quickly carrying him the rest of the distance toward the empty arena. A couple of rotom-powered mops had fled toward the far end of the large, circular platform, giving the hunched over dusknoir in the middle plenty of space.

    Igneous' breath caught in his throat.

    Vegna?!

    How was this possible? Even with the knowledge of Vegna's necromancy, Igneous couldn't make it add up. The dusknoir shouldn't have been able to get here. And what was with the golden cracks running up his right arm? Why did he look so haggard? He'd even abandoned his cloak and golden skull gauntlets!

    The grovlazzle hovered in place. What was he supposed to do here? He couldn't approach Vegna. What if Vegna came here chasing him down? He was a wanted criminal in Radiance's eyes. Sure, he got the makeover, but Vegna might have been able to see through it.

    Fortunately, Artemis must have followed Igneous' instructions quickly, because Seifer jetted right past him. He stopped shooting Hydro Pumps from his hooves and landed on the arena, galloping the rest of the way.

    "Vegna?" Seifer called. He sounded as shocked as Igneous. The grovlazzle hastily dropped down onto some metal stairs leading up to the arena. He ducked down to avoid Vegna's gaze.

    "Inquisitor?" Seifer tried again. "What are you doing here? Did you get swallowed by distortion or—"

    "Mewtwo. Where... is Mewtwo?" Vegna sounded as if he was struggling to breathe. Which made no sense given he was a ghost.

    Wait, no! That didn't matter! Why the hell would Vegna know about Gene?!

    "M-Mewtwo?" Seifer said. "How do you know about him?"

    Igneous almost facepalmed. So much for trying to keep that under wraps. The grovlazzle peeked up from his hiding place in time to see Vegna grab Seifer's snout and pull the keldeo down to eye level.

    "You must... get him. Get Mewtwo." His fissured right arm trembled. "He must know... that we are in danger."

    Well, yeah. There was the whole dimensional crisis. And the empire, to boot. Was Vegna investigating that?

    Seifer pulled his snout out of Vegna's grasp. "I don't understand, sir."

    "An old enemy... has returned," Vegna rasped. "And Mewtwo... is the only one who can save us... from certain death."

    XxX​

    Noctum grabbed Valkyrie, but had to dodge a large blast of distorted energy before he could safely set her down on a large chunk of debris. Gene tossed Nikki down by them a few seconds later.

    "We have to leave. Now." Gene eyed the direction of the attacks nervously.

    "Yeah." Nikki held up her hands. "I had my fun kicking pirate booty. But I ain't pressing my luck any further. C'mon, dork, open up the rift again."

    But Noctum couldn't tug on that power in his gut no matter how much he tried. "It's not working," he said, purple tail flame nervously crackling.

    Gene's own Malice Crystal sparked... but nothing happened. His eyes widened. "Get back!"

    A psychic pulse sent the trio tumbling back across the debris field. When Noctum steadied himself, he found Gene struggling to hold a blue Protect barrier against several crystal tendrils that had spawned out of nothing. The shadowy mewtwo dropped the shield and Phantom Warped through the tendrils, only to abruptly fly up to dodge a flurry of glowing rock shards.

    "What's going on?" Valkyrie tensed up. "Is this the empire?"

    Nikki shuffled back from them, pointing to Gene's left. "Unless they're hiring giant Phantoms, then this ain't the empire."

    Gene floated opposite a giant... blob of distortion. The most Noctum could make out were faint crystals forming some sort of vaguely humanoid shape. But way too big to be a human, if Sigurd was anything to go by.

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    "Where is she?" Even the thing's voice was heavily garbled. Noctum was amazed he could make out the words, which nearly made his heart shoot up into his throat.

    By "she," did this Phantom mean...

    "'Fraid I can't play the pronoun game with you, buddy." There was an air of nervousness behind Gene's words that Noctum had never heard before.

    He was genuinely afraid. Which meant they had absolutely no business staying here.

    "Where is my power?" the Phantom bellowed. "Where is Cresselia?"

    It didn't wait for a response. Instead, it unleashed a barrage of tendrils on Gene, with a few veering off and heading straight for the others.
     
    Chapter 70: Tenebrae Undae
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 70: Tenebrae Undae

    The collider room was quiet and still. Only the gentle hum of idle machines and the sloshing of water through glass tubes greeted Yuna when she returned. There was no new Sage floating in front of her. Not even any evaporating light particles to suggest a Needle had been there to begin with.

    "Where—" Yuna looked around. "Guys, where's Cresselia?"

    "You don't know?" Widget frowned. "You nodded off for a second the moment you touched the Needle."

    The drakloak squeaked. "I did?"

    Widget nodded.

    "It was cute!" Leo chirped, having settled back on the silvally's head. "You were sleeping but still floating. Sleepy-floaty!"

    Yuna frowned. So, the Needle's power got to her in the end, too? She wasn't tired, though. And Cyril wasn't nodding off anymore, either. Reshiram?

    "I got this."


    Her Soul Dew sparkled. A ball of blue light jumped out and splattered on the ground, forming into Reshiram. He awkwardly cradled Cresselia in his wings. "Ta-dah?"

    "Is she... sleeping?" Cyril said. "Even after all that?"

    "Yep." Reshiram poked Cresselia's cheek with a claw. "Heeeeey, Cress. Wakey wakey! Eggs and bakey!"

    "Mmmgggrgh." Cresselia swatted the tip of Reshiram's wing away. "Fiiiiive more miiiinuuuutesss."

    And she was asleep again seconds later.

    "She's always like this," Reshiram said, laughing nervously. "Falling asleep and stuff. Heck, when other Sages would make her laugh, her levitation would fail her and she'd crumple up like tissue paper."

    Cyril squinted at him. "I'm sorry, what?"

    "It's the truth." Reshiram shifted to avoid dropping Cresselia. "I'd raise a wing or something, but they're a bit full."

    "No, I get that." Cyril waved his arms. "But you mean to tell me one of your vaunted Sages... is narcoleptic?"

    Reshiram stared blankly, then smiled dumbly. "I have no idea what that means, but it sounds sciencey and we're in a science museum, so I bet it must be right!"

    Yuna facepalmed. It sounded like Cyril thought Cresselia was sick. The kind of sickness that somehow stuck with her as a spirit, to boot. It was yet another reminder of just how wrong Aeon's scriptures were. Bahamut didn't put any thought into Sages if something like this could slip through the cracks.

    "I realize it looks bad," Rayquaza said. "But she is the Sage of Dreams. Who better to help than someone who's constantly asleep?"

    "You know what? No." Yuna tapped the Soul Dew. A startled Reshiram disappeared back inside with Cresselia in tow. "I'm not entertaining this right now. The Needle's out, but we're still here. So, where's the anomaly core? Leo?"

    The drakloak looked around, trying to locate any sort of distorted vortex resembling what sat atop the last dimension's volcano. This room was far smaller and blander than a volcanic peak, so unless the core was tiny, Yuna should've easily been able to see it.

    "Hmm." Straightening up on Widget's crest, Leo pushed his fake dreepy horns with his hands. "Dunno. There might be something over there?" He pointed to the collider half on the far end of the room. "Way too fuzzy for me to tell, though."

    "Leo, you realize you're pointing at the collider, right?" Widget tittered and shifted his weight uneasily.

    "Of course." Leo blew a raspberry at Widget. "I'm not a dummy. But the fuzziness is hugging Mr. Collider!"

    A gentle hum filled the room, only to rapidly grow in volume. Tail crinkling, Yuna focused on the collider. It didn't look any different than before. Was Liza trying something?

    Cyril tilted his head up and belted out a, "Yo, Liza! We've taken out the pink's source. Anything on your end?"

    Rather than the X-transceivers picking Liza up, a loudspeaker system briefly squeaked. "Good news, everyone! I've finished piecing together the message from beeeeeyooooooond."

    "Was drawing out the last word to sound spooky really necessary?" Widget angrily muttered.

    Cyril frowned. "Uh, that's great, but what about—"

    "Take a listen!"

    The loudspeakers squeaked again. There was faint static in the background, followed by an older, exhausted voice.

    "Agh, finally, a signal from the other side! I've got reception!"

    "So, this is someone from Kalidron?"
    Reshiram said. "But who? I thought the other resistance members and the pirates were the only ones there. She sounds way too old to be a pirate."

    Yuna's face scrunched up. This sounds familiar. I think... this was who I heard when I touched all those Needle fragments.

    "Everyone, you have to listen to me!"
    the voice pleaded. "I know you have a collider there. And you need to shut it down now!"

    The humming in the background steadily got louder as the voice spoke. Yuna saw a flicker of white light in the corner of her vision.

    "The rifts damaged the collider. The damage set off a chain reaction that destroyed our whole planet!"

    Another flicker of light. Then a third. Yuna turned and screamed.

    "The collider! Why's it turning on?!"

    "Oh, sure, we had enough time to get people evacuated. But our whole operation — our way of life — is ruined! And when I was two days from retirement, to boot!"

    "Liza? Liza, we have a problem!" Cyril shouted. The collider half behind the team also began to glow. The large metal cylinders slowly rotated.

    "I'm begging you! Shut it down! Or you'll be—"

    As the transmission cut to garbled static, the room trembled. The moment the cylinders of the collider's far half started moving, sparks of purple distortion leaped off of them. Jagged purple fragments flickered all around it.

    "Ah! It's just like the rifts littering the sky!" Widget said, head crest fanning out in alarm. Leo nearly tumbled off it.

    "Hey, Mom, I found Mr. Anomaly's core!" the cosmic arceus cheered. "And it's sending someone to say hi to us."

    Yuna's neck shriveled. "S-Sending someone?"

    More purple ripples danced around the far collider half. They hung in the air like slowly splintering glass. And right in the middle of the proverbial web... was a growing ball of distortion.

    "Even your puppet's aghast reaction is predictable, Yaldabaoth."

    The purple fissures stopped expanding. The collider froze. As did Yuna's teammates.

    The whole room was at a standstill, save for the pulsating distortion in the collider's chamber. It rippled once. Twice. A third time.

    Yuna saw a head. No, a whole body. Humanoid like Liza or Cyril's illusion, but shrouded in cracked, jagged purple shadows. As if someone had coated an Aeon temple's stained glass murals in distortion.

    She recognized the voice— or, rather, voices. The same chorus of thousands that interfered in the fight with Chernabog.

    "Natus." The drakloak's ectoplasm quivered.

    No, that wasn't quite right. Her shadows pushed against her ectoplasm. They weren't coalescing away from her, though. Instead, she fought not to swing her tail in Natus' direction. Were the shadows reaching toward Natus? Or were they trying to lash out?

    "I see." They pivoted, revealing a mask that strongly resembled the wheel around Leo's torso. And the figure had a purple, shadowy swirl atop their head... that looked just like Leo's mane. "So, you've chosen to continue the path of reaping chaos while hiding beneath a veil of naivete. This, too, is as predicted."

    Neither Yuna nor her shadows were in the mood for cryptic riddles. "I don't care what you think."

    "If that were true, you would be ignoring me," they countered. Between their shadowy form and their distorted chorus of voices, Yuna couldn't get a solid grip on this... thing. "But you cannot. So long as this remains your choice, we shall be inextricably linked."

    Trying to muster some Nikki-esque bravado, Yuna snorted. "No duh. If you're making these anomalies, then of course I'm going to keep running into you."

    "You are welcome to think these are my creations." Natus gestured to the pulsating core behind them. "The end result will be the same no matter how incorrect your assumptions are."

    Yuna tried reaching out to Reshiram, but got no response. "You climbed out of the anomaly core. What assumption was I supposed to make?"

    "These blights... are but a symptom." Natus glanced back at the rift. "Another suffering world that marches steadily toward stagnation. Toward oblivion."

    They'd said something similar to Yuna back in Malie, hadn't they?

    "You act as though you are a savior," they continued. Static flickered around their mask. "When it's your presence that has hastened this world's demise."

    "What?" Yuna knew they were full of it. The team had come here to fix the anomaly.

    "It is in your very nature to sow chaos," they said, raising their right arm. "Unless you choose to abandon your plight, you will push every realm you enter closer to its destined end."

    "Which is?"

    "Nothingness." An empty void momentarily appeared within the center of their mask. "Such is the ultimate fate ascribed to all universes, no matter their age. Their origin. How perfect they may seem to observers and Overseers alike."

    Yuna was finished entertaining this freak. They were as warped as Xeromus. They had to be. This was all just a ploy to stop her from repairing the anomalies. Yes, she was sure of it.

    "You can tell yourself whatever stupid platitudes you'd like," the drakloak growled. Her shadows festered around her waist. "I'm doing what's right. End of story."

    "What's right?"

    The figure looked at their outstretched hand. "How little you've changed, Yaldabaoth. You never could grasp the bigger picture." They lowered their arm. "But your ill-fated endeavors will amount to nothing in the end. I will enshrine a new fate for this world, just as I will for all others."

    That, too, sounded an awful lot like something they said on Malie.

    "If you're not Natus, then who are you?"

    They raised their right arm again. "I am the one who will affirm all phenomena." They raised their left arm. "Across every universe. Every timeline. Until reality achieves perfection." The figure clasped their distorted hands together and lowered them in front of their mask.

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    (Art by @HelloYellow17)

    "I am the Butterfree Effect."

    Yuna's shadows practically hissed and bubbled within her gut. They'd nearly overtaken the drakloak's lower half. She couldn't lose her resolve, though. She needed to stay in control, because she knew something bad was waiting for her the moment time unfroze.

    "A nutcase, then. Glad we reached an understanding. Now leave, or I'll make you leave."

    "Very well. This is, after all, only a projection." They bowed slowly. "Please enjoy my parting gift, Yaldabaoth. If your resolve is truly as strong as you think, then our next meeting is already written into the stars."

    Butterfree Effect disappeared in a dim, distorted flicker.

    The moment they did, alarms blared loudly throughout the room. Heavy metal sheets emerged from the floor, enveloping the glass dome ceiling.

    The anomaly core grew larger and larger. Something new festered within its distorted static. A much larger, shaggier figure than the Butterfree Effect.

    "The blue crystal on its head... Dame Suicune?!"

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    "Jaagoooh!"

    No, it wasn't Suicune. The Sage of Water had beautiful, flowing blue hair. This thing — this lizard with a neck full of twisted, knotted green and red hair and two whip-like tails lashing at the air — was a far cry from what Yuna knew from the Book of Aeon.

    "It's like that regidrago!" Widget cried as Not-Suicune roared again. Bright sunshine blotted out the metal barricade that finished forming overhead. "It's gotta be a Phantom!"

    "But why would a Phantom looking like Dame Suicune summon sunlight?" Rayquaza wondered. "Tis truly vexing!"

    "Who cares?" Yuna shot toward Widget, arms wide open to grab a dumbstruck Leo. "We've got a serious problem here!"

    "You're telling me." Cyril frantically tapped the side of his head, where his X-transceiver was hidden under his illusory blue hair. "Liza! Pick up, damn it! The collider's charging up and we're inside the chamber!"

    "I see it! I see it! And am I hallucinating or did a green walking wake just burst out of my collider?!"

    Liza's voice came through overhead speakers, though the alarms nearly drowned her out.

    "What the hell's a walking wake?!" Cyril barked.

    "Clearly that!" Widget took off running in the opposite direction from the others.

    "Jaaagoooooh!" Walking Wake opened its maw and out came a burst of water as big as a Hydro Pump. Squealing, Yuna grabbed Leo and flew further toward the side of the room.

    "Mom? It's too warm." Leo rubbed his fake dreepy head. "Look at all the steam the water made."

    Yuna didn't have time to worry about steam. Or why a water attack was even that strong when harsh sunlight flooded the room.

    The sense train had left the station, derailed, and was poised to take out a couple of cities en route to falling off a cliff. And she was practically driving it!

    "Liza, you have to fix this now!" Cyril shouted, glancing between Yuna and the Phantom, who was currently exchanging claw swipes with Widget. "Quick, gimme the kid!"

    "Huh, why?"

    Cyril sprinted toward her. "Because your Sages make you way more useful on offense."

    Wouldn't that mean you're not fit to look after him? Yuna wondered, before reluctantly handing Leo over.

    "Get back!" Widget's cry preceded a burst of electricity that struck Walking Wake's crystal headpiece and made its shaggy fur stand on end in a lousy jolteon impersonation.

    "In the middle!" Reshiram cried. "There's a waterspout in the middle of its headpiece. Like that fist crystal in Chernabog's belt!"

    Widget, now in flight mode, hovered in front of Yuna. "I could use a little backup if you're done tossing your kid around like a frisbee!"

    "Jaagoh! Punarjanm jaagoh!" Walking Wake screeched, before spewing more boiling water from its mouth. Widget shot skyward, his thrusters giving him enough lift to dodge with ease. Yuna hoped to phase into the floor, only to bonk against the solid metal. The deluge of searing water splattered over her. She writhed on the ground, hollering in pain.

    "Hot! Too hot!" Not even Aeon's volcanic springs compared to this. It hurt to even keep her eyes open and she couldn't rub them, because her nubby hands were equally as on fire!

    "Uh, gang?" Liza's nervous laughter practically melted into the alarms. "We might have a slight problem. And by slight... I mean monumental."

    "What now?!" Cyril groaned.

    "I can't override the collider's startup sequence. I'm completely locked out of the software!"

    "Did you try—"

    "Of course I damn well tried turning it off and turning it back on! Everything's still frozen!"

    Yuna struggled to blink her blurry vision away. Bright yellow and blue flashes lit up the room around her.

    "Then try something else!" Cyril cried.

    "I don't have anything else! I told Dad we needed to upgrade to Devon OS 17.1, but did he listen? Nooooooo, of course not! Why would he? 'Science doesn't wait for software updates, and neither should we!'"

    Amidst Liza's increasingly frenetic laughter, Yuna's head pounded. And not just from the pain of Walking Wake's attack. Widget might have been holding his own, but the drakloak wasn't some thick-scaled pokémon. She was small and ectoplasmic. Dragon-typing couldn't save her here. She needed more firepower. Real firepower.

    "Yuna, up!" Widget cried.

    Vision still blurry, Yuna flew up. Scalding water doused the floor underneath her. A veil of steam shrouded the drakloak, obscuring her view of everyone else.

    But maybe she could use that to her advantage? At least it would give Yuna a moment to consider her options.

    "Yes, why listen to your chief engineer?" Liza continued. "It's not like I have an engineering degree and a Ph.D. in physics or anything!"

    "If you have time to whine you have time to come up with a solution!" Cyril snarled.

    "I'm trying! But all I can do is barricade you guys further in to minimize any damage if the collider explodes!"

    Reshiram could take advantage of the sun, but that would only make things even hotter and risk making the collider overheat quicker.

    Oh! What about Rayquaza? His mega evolution's fierce winds could put a damper on Walking Wake's attacks for sure.

    Yuna was about to call him when the last of the steam faded and she found herself staring down an oncoming Dragon Pulse. Meeping, Yuna rolled right in midair, then spat some dragonfire of her own.

    Walking Wake let the blue-purple flames graze its hide, so it could focus on swiping at Widget with both of its tails. Widget ducked the first one, but got clipped by the second tail and fell to the ground. The silvally fired off his thrusters, scorching Walking Wake's feet. It hopped back with a hiss and yowl.

    "Yuna! C'mon, I need a hand here!" Widget cried, getting himself upright. "Summon a Sage and— what's with the red glow?"

    "Huh?"

    The drakloak looked down and saw red pulsating in her ectoplasm, beneath the Soul Dew.

    "The Red Chain fragment!" Reshiram squawked. "You stuck it in your ectoplasm when you got it from Noctum, remember?"

    It couldn't have been reactivating, though. The collider was still charging, wasn't it?

    "Warning: collider integrity at sixty-five percent! Coolant system offline! Beam refractor calibration offline! Emergency shutdown recommended!"

    "The damn shutdown's not working, you stupid computer!"
    Liza hissed. "Bob! Janet! Radio the League office! We need to evacuate the city ASAP!"

    "Jaaagooooooh!" Walking Wake shrieked upon seeing Yuna's pulsating torso and readied another gout of boiling water.

    Yuna tried to call forth Rayquaza from the Soul Dew, but the Red Chain fragment's glow overtook her. The collider room's bright lights and suffocating heat gave way... to the dark purple hues and frigid emptiness of Kalidron's debris field.

    XxX​

    By now, others had started filing in toward the arena. Chief among them were Jade and Quetzal. Igneous thought the salugia more than large enough to hide his form from Vegna and allow him to safely approach.

    "I'm sorry, sir, but I still don't understand." It was Seifer's voice, but Jade's large hips blocked Igneous' view of the keldeo. Good. He'd be okay, then.

    He did glimpse a flicker of gold light in front of Jade, though.

    "Oooh, fancy trick." Jade's tail flaps fluttered in excitement. "What's a book got to do with—"

    A small burst of pink mist from Jade's tail flaps forced Igneous to dive to his belly. Jade hopped back with a squawk, nearly stepping on the grovlazzle in the process.

    "Th-that's Bahamut's symbol! Where did you— how did you— huh?!"

    "The last page," Vegna muttered. "Read... the last page..."

    Igneous managed to hop back up to his feet while Jade levitated up the same book he had seen Vegna pull out back at the hospital. His weird necromancy artifact. So, it belonged to Bahamut, then? Was he the one who had "bathed it in sin?" That would match up with some of the things they had learned from Aquardah and the Sages.

    XxX​

    "Entry 3507. This will be my final entry before I cast this collection of accursed memories into the abyss."

    "Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

    Nikki frantically zigzagged across a giant slab of rock and metal, dodging Psycho Cut blades that exploded in pink bursts behind her. Noctum saw one heading directly in front of her and doubled back, conjuring a Protect. Even with the blue shield absorbing the blow, his limbs trembled, as if the force rattled his bones.

    A fair distance away from them, Gene desperately hurled Shadow Balls at the Phantom, only to watch the shadows and crystals swallow his attacks like they were nothing but pebbles tossed into a pond.

    "Pathetic," the Phantom said. "You are nothing— no, less than nothing."

    "Tough talk for someone with the aim of an Eternatus Trooper!" Gene countered, Phantom Warping away from a barrage of glowing rocks. The shadowy mewtwo glanced at Noctum while the Power Gems sailed off into deep space. "Why are you still here? Get out of here!"

    "I can't! It's not working!" Noctum tapped the earpiece for his X-transceiver. Garbled static greeted him. "Neither is this thing!"

    "I can't take it anymore. All the pain. All the suffering. All the losses. I lost Chiron. I lost Leo. I keep losing to Mewtwo."

    "Then get away!" Gene said, conjuring his spoon to grapple with an onslaught of crystal tendrils. He batted a couple away, the Phantom Warped left and drove the spoon into the Phantom's amorphous form. It struck something, but the moment it did a jolt of blue lightning coursed up the spoon and violently shocked Gene, hurtling him back from the Phantom.

    It turned toward the others once again. "Give me my power!" it snarled. "I know you're hiding it!"

    "S-Screw this shit!" Nikki waved her arms around frantically. "I need a lift!"

    Green light pulsated over the Phantom. Noctum hastily dove down and scooped Nikki up while Valkyrie ran to the edge of the large planet chunk and leaped into the air.

    "It shouldn't be this way. But I am broken. Even more broken than before. I cannot possibly destroy Eternatus like this."

    "Fall!" The Phantom raised a crystal arm. A green wave rushed toward them.

    "Up! Up!" Nikki tugged on Noctum's neck.

    "I know!" The black charizard flapped his wings as fast as possible. The wave came quickly, but Noctum was fast enough to get them over it. Having taken off before them, Valkyrie was already safely out of range, glancing over her shoulder.

    "Green hexagons?" The garchomp frowned.

    "That's how Saint Zygarde attacks!" Noctum said. He kept flying away, worried what would happen if he looked at the Phantom. There was no way this could be Zygarde, right?

    And yet, it spoke of Cresselia, one of the other Sages.

    "Hey, asshole! Don't turn a blind eye to me!"

    Noctum kept pressing forward. Away from the Phantom. Away from whatever Gene was attempting to do to buy them more time.

    "It's the heartache. That awful longing for my family. That's what's holding me back. I'm sure of it. As long as this grief weighs me down, I will never win."

    Valkyrie kicked off another piece of rubble, gliding beside Noctum. "Didn't Gene say something about a civilian out here? Do you think they're still around?"

    Noctum tried to scan the debris field again. Even with scattered lustrous ore fragments bathing the area in purple, he had nothing to go off.

    "Maybe? But the X-transceivers aren't working anyway." The black charizard sighed. "I don't think there's anything we can do—"

    "Oi, did you see that?"

    Nikki's stuck out right arm blocked part of Noctum's vision. "Look, there's a red light blinking!"

    Noctum squinted. It was tough for him to make out in the purple glow, but there was something strobing in the distance.

    "Maybe it's the civilian ship?" Valkyrie managed to land on a diagonal piece of rubble and run up it.

    "Maybe..." Noctum headed toward it, ignoring the echoing snarls and flashes of blue and purple light in the corner of his left eye.

    There was red light flickering amid a bunch of metal shrapnel and lustrous ore chunks.

    Flickering that, as Noctum got closer, illuminated a thin, ectoplasmic body. And a rectangular head.

    "Yuna! It's Yuna!" Noctum beat his wings harder. Even with all the previous exertion from the pirates and now this enraged Phantom, he had to keep digging deep. Yuna was in trouble!

    "But how?" Nikki held on tightly to the black charizard. "There isn't even lustrous ore next to her!"

    "Look out!" Valkyrie cried.

    Noctum glanced over his shoulder and saw green aura arrows streaking through the air, shredding through pieces of rubble and debris and lighting up the ruins with emerald explosions. And through it all, the Phantom drew closer, its shadows and crystals twisting upon one another.

    "It was foolish of me to think it wouldn't come to this. But I have to do it. I have to use that other necrozma's technique."

    "I knew it! You have my power!" it roared. "Give it back to me!"

    "The only thing... you're getting... is an ass kicking!"

    The Phantom shot more of its Thousand Arrows behind it, only for Gene to Phantom Warp in front of it and shoot a Shadow Ball right into its face.

    ... At least, Noctum thought it was the Phantom's face. It was hard to say for certain. And Yuna needed his full attention, so he kept beating his wings. Harder. Faster. The drakloak got closer and closer.

    "Huh? Noctum? Nikki?"

    Oh, thank God. She was awake!

    "Princess!" Noctum fought to hide the relief in his voice. Another distant explosion and loud snarl told Noctum he had to get to the point. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the other dimension?"

    "That's the problem!" Yuna's ectoplasm frazzled. "The collider we found in the other dimension started going haywire and it reactivated the Red Chain fragment and sent me here. I need to get back there! Cyril, Leo, and Widget are in danger!"

    Nikki hopped off Noctum's back and landed on a twisted coil of metal rods and screws. "Well, there are plenty of lustrous ore shards here. Just one little problem."

    A blue explosion thundered a hundred meters away.

    "I had wanted to use it directly on Mewtwo, but I was never able to find an opening. So, no matter how much it hurts, I'll use that so-called Guiding Light's spirit severance blade on myself."

    "Don't tell me... Paradox's troops?" Yuna threw her hands over her mouth.

    Noctum shook his head. "No. It's a Phantom. And it knows about the Sages! It's asking about Saint Cresselia!"

    Gene's pained screams somehow rattled around Noctum's head. His purple tail flame rippled. "Gah, we don't have time for this! There's plenty of lustrous ore, right? We just strike it and get transported to wherever you were before!"

    Another flash of light behind Noctum. Another snarl from the Phantom. Noctum didn't dare look back this time.

    "No, it's not that simple!" Yuna's head darted around. "Too far. Too far. We have to push one closer!" She gestured around her. "Right here!"

    "What does it matter?" Nikki said. The toxtricity glanced over her shoulder. "Shit, incoming!" She leaped away from the bars seconds before a wave of green hexagons blew the metal wiring into spiky shrapnel that rained down on the quartet. Noctum quickly flew away with a hiss.

    "It matters because the others are trapped in a small bunker with the overheating collider!" Yuna cried. "If we don't line this up perfectly, we'll be outside of it with no way in!"

    "GIVE ME CRESSELIA!"

    A rainbow beam carved through open space, blowing apart planet fragments in flashes of dazzling, yet distorted light.

    "If I cast my spirit away, I can free myself from all the pain. All the burdens. My leftover body will be free to collect whatever vestiges of power are necessary to slay Eternatus for good."

    Noctum didn't need any further convincing. "How do we move the ore?"

    "I don't know!" Yuna threw her hands up. "I feel like just touching it could send you through to the other dimension. But if you use an attack on—"

    The drakloak's eyes widened. "I've got it! Cresselia, wake up!"

    Pink light burst out of her Soul Dew, revealing Saint Cresselia herself floating there... fast asleep. Her head was tucked against her chest and her nubby hands folded up in a picture of serene bliss. Noctum would've thought it adorable if their lives weren't in complete danger.

    "Wake up wake up wake up!" Yuna flapped her nubby hands around until black shadows lunged out of them and grabbed hold of Cresselia's pink rings.

    "Nnnnghhh... huh?"

    Cresselia's eyes shot open, glowing bright pink along with her rings.

    "CRESSELIA!"

    The Phantom's roars grew closer. Noctum chanced a glance behind him to see Gene dart in front of a rainbow beam, using a conjured Protect. The force of the strike slammed him onto the uneven surface of a planet fragment.

    "Stay out of my way!" the Phantom snarled, launching two crystal tendrils toward the shadowy mewtwo. Gene Phantom Warped backwards, but was still caught by the shockwaves from the tendrils colliding with the ground.

    "Now, everyone!" Yuna cried. "Hit the ore! And be ready to strike what's on the other side!"

    The Phantom had summoned another green orb. It was preparing one of Saint Zygarde's techniques!

    "If you happen upon this journal by chance, know this: I did what needed to be done to rid this world of its most wretched daemon. That's all that matters."

    Noctum shot toward Yuna at the same time as Valkyrie. He could feel the streaks of Thousand Arrows chasing him down from behind. His heart thundered in his chest as fear the Phantom's attack would win out gripped him.

    Then Nikki's fist slammed into the top of the lustrous ore and the debris field vanished in a flash of white.

    XxX​

    Widget sprinted away from Walking Wake, kicking on his thrusters at the last second to keep enough distance to dodge the scalding water. But every one of Walking Wake's strikes made the room hotter. The steam was so thick. It was practically a jungle in the collider room. Widget was mechanical, sure, but this was getting to be too much for him.

    The silvally couldn't even find Cyril anymore. If he had to guess, the zoroark threw up an illusion to keep himself and Leo hidden. Which meant Widget was all on his own.

    This wasn't how this was supposed to shake out. But Yuna had vanished right before his eyes. What was he supposed to do about that?

    His mind kept flashing back to the Seekerskorch cockpit. When the machine was under a constant barrage of powered-up attacks. He was helpless. He couldn't do anything. And the emperor... didn't send any help for him.

    It was happening again. Widget was being abandoned in a pinch. He had no one he could turn to and, unlike last time, this enemy had no intent on showing him mercy.

    And just when he thought that he was starting to figure himself out, too.

    "Pun... jagoooh!" Walking Wake charged a Dragon Pulse in its mouth. It was holding the strike. Trying to anticipate where Widget would move.

    The silvally leaned left. Then right. Then right again. None of the little feints could bait Walking Wake, however. Instead, it leaped skyward to try and close some of the distance and spat the blue-purple bolt at him.

    Widget's head crest crackled, and he retaliated with a Thunderbolt. It fortunately stalemated the Dragon Pulse, but the collision only served to amplify the steam. Bursts of hot air blew Widget and Walking Wake back in opposite directions. Yowling, Widget barely managed to roll left and avoid crashing right into one of the collider halves' barrels.

    "Collider integrity at forty percent! Particle release apparatus jammed!" the same mechanized voice from earlier droned on over the alarms. "Alert! Particle buildup at unstable levels! All personnel evacuate! Alert—"

    Walking Wake slammed into the other collider half. And the bright lights and pink ripples momentarily flickered away.

    "Ahh, I've got it!"

    Widget had no idea where Cyril's voice was coming from, but it was a small comfort in an otherwise frenzied moment. He seized on recovering faster than Walking Wake to arc more lightning toward the Phantom. The Thunderbolt struck the waterspout crystal atop its head, sending electricity coursing down to its tails.

    [Helloooooo? Best friends, are you there? It is me, your best friend Jim!]

    Walking Wake's body briefly liquified. Loud hisses blotted out the collider's whirring and the lights grew even dimmer than before. The cylinders even slowed a bit in their out of control rotation.

    [Please do not die. I deleted all my sad noises when we became best friends, so I would not have the proper means to express my grief if I were to lose you all.]

    "NOT NOW, JIM!" Cyril and Widget shouted in unison.

    [... Oh, I really wish I had some sad noises right now.]

    "Forget him! Focus on the Phantom!" Cyril continued. "That thing's a giant water source! If you can keep liquefying it, we can flood the collider and shut it down by force!"

    The silvally didn't have a retort, namely because it sounded like the equivalent of just sticking an explosive inside each collider half and hoping for the best. But they were desperate. And he at least had Walking Wake pinned from the attack.

    "Liza, you there?" Cyril called. "We need permission to flood the collider chambers with water!"

    "Ha! Go ahead!" A desk slam sounded through the loudspeakers "If Dad's not going to bother listening to me about software upgrades, then he can shove his regulations where the sun don't shine! Anything goes in these pre-post-apocalyptic times! May as well run around the museum naked! Everyone's already evacuated!"

    "More lightning, Widget!" Cyril shouted.

    Widget's head crest fanned out. But a loud thud sounded before the silvally got the chance to launch the attack. He had to duck several metal shards before a piece of lustrous ore floated in front of him.

    "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

    A familiar toxtricity emerged from the fragment. Nikki summoned her lightning guitar and careened toward Walking Wake.

    "You want a collider? I'll show you a real damn collider!"

    Nikki swung the guitar, slamming the electricity into Walking Wake's head crystal... and shattering it!

    "JAAAAGGGOOOOOOAAAAAAAGH!"

    The sunlight abruptly disappeared from overhead, along with most of the steam. As Yuna, Noctum, and Valkyrie emerged from the lustrous ore behind Nikki, water streamed out of Walking Wake's head, buffeting the collider half it was pinned against.

    Widget dropped to the ground, blinking rapidly. "You... you found a way back," he said, gazing up at Yuna.

    "Yeah." Though her voice trembled, the drakloak glanced down at Widget and nodded. "Sorry it took me so long to lend that hand. But at least I got a few extra ones to compensate?"

    "Danger! Danger! Critical systems failure! Collider integrity at twenty percent!"

    One collider half was taken care of. Reduced to little more than sparking, smoking cylinders that weren't budging an inch. But the one behind Widget was still moving! And the silvally could see a practical grapevine's worth of supercharged particles trapped within the chamber, jostling about and ready to burst!

    "Guuuuuuys." Widget backpedaled. "We need to cool down this half!"

    "On it."

    Valkyrie dashed past Widget, dragging what was left of Walking Wake's deteriorating body behind her. Grunting, the garchomp hurled Walking Wake's headless form right into the collider chamber.

    Then Noctum landed in front of them both and threw up a Protect shield. Walking Wake exploded into nothing but pure, ice-cold water. The collider chamber ground to a complete halt, but not before shooting small bursts of energy forward. Noctum maintained the shield, staggering back from each white aural dart until there was nothing left in the chamber but the pulsating distortion mass that Walking Wake had first emerged from.

    The last of Widget's remaining energy evaporated. His flight form melted away to his base cosmic form and he sank onto his belly. The silvally's legs trembled.

    It was close, but Yuna came back.

    She didn't leave him to rot like Paradox did. She found help and they were able to turn things around.

    A team really did make all the difference.

    "Oi, where's the kid?" Though panting heavily, Valkyrie looked around the room. "He needs to... seal this thing. And send us back to the outpost."

    "Huh?" Widget didn't even have the energy to look at Valkyrie.

    "A Phantom attacked us in Kalidron's ruins and Gene's still there!" Valkyrie said. "If we can't get him out of there... the Phantom's going to kill him for sure!"

    "We're on it!" Yuna cried.

    Two quick gusts of wind brushed against Widget's hide. Then he flopped over on his side, exhaustion finally winning out and forcing him into blissful unconsciousness.

    XxX

    ~Wake of Ruin: Madhis~
    A Whisper arising from waterlogged sections of Ginnungagap. These amalgamations can find dimensional instabilities caused by floods or other hydrokinetic disasters and force their way inside to wreak havoc. Though some dimensions claim these to be a primal ancestor to suicune, we have never found a single world where this is actually true. Perhaps this discrepancy is why Ginnungagap's natural chaos melds lost souls into this paradoxical form.

    XxX

    ~Il Paradigma, No. XIII: Necrozma, the Deathbringer~
    In severing his burdened spirit from his broken body, the Renegade found the fragment of the Universe that the Matriarch believed to have been lost to the depths of the cosmos. With his spirit destroyed, the leftover husk continues its single-minded pursuit of acquiring limitless power so it may strike down the Benefactor. Just as reason cannot reach it, so too do attacks falter. For how does one feel pain or exhaustion when they are no longer bound by the limits of a mortal spirit?

    XxX​

    Path of Valor Almanac
    "Tenebrae undae" is Latin that roughly translates to "dark waves" in English.

    Madhis is derived from "samadhi," an English translation from Sanskrit that usually means "concentration" or "unifying the mind." In Buddhism, "right samadhi" is the last of the Noble Eightfold Path, centered on meditation to reach a state of mindfulness. If you're an Ace Attorney fan, you're familiar with a couple of characters' whose shared surname is also derived from this concept (Nahyuta and Dhurke Sahdmadhi). Similarly, "jaago" is Hindi for "wake," as in waking up or arousal. As opposed to the lesser used meaning of a trail of disturbed water. Considering the Butterfree Effect's conversation with Yuna, it seems more concerned with waking something up, don't you think?

    Necrozma's Paradigm rank refers to Death, number thirteen within the Major Arcana. The card symbolizes end, mortality, destruction, and corruption, which fit quite well with this particular character when you piece together their proper identity. And you should have more than enough clues to do that by now.
     
    Chapter 71: Going Against the Flow
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
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    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 71: Going Against the Flow

    The Renegade stole a fragment of the Universe when he destroyed the Great Harmony. Though the Matriarch tried to reclaim it, the Renegade displayed unmatched ferocity. He clawed away more of the Universe in every clash against the Benefactor.

    Our faith in the Matriarch and Benefactor cannot waver. For they are the keys to reuniting the Universe. The Renegade's wish for the Benefactor's destruction cannot come to fruition.

    ~I Pilastri dell'Eternità


    XxX​

    Gene hadn't experienced a pain like this in a long, long time. A time he had all but purged from the recesses of his mind.

    But smashed up against the side of a planetary fragment, right arm trying to brace broken ribs, the debris field flickered in and out. Visions of a bubbling volcano and an enraged dragon of light came and went.

    The shadowy mewtwo shakily conjured a Protect shield, but it could not withstand the giant, electrified fist that smashed into it. Driven further into rock and concrete, several snaps sent the air rushing out of Gene's lungs.

    He needed to concentrate. He had to mega evolve! If Gene couldn't muster a second wind here...

    "Why?" He could barely get the word out. Were his lungs filling up with fluid? "Baha... mut..."

    The Phantom's wraiths twisted around one another. "I have no name," they said. "I am power absolute."

    Even distorted, their voice was cold and empty. In a way that reminded Gene of a time in his life he'd spent decades trying to forget.

    Gene tried to retort, but all that escaped him was a weak cough.

    "Finally." Emerald light shimmered atop the Phantom's crystalline outline. "One mistake erased. Next is Eternatus."

    "Yo... wro... ng."

    A faint rainbow shimmer flickered underneath the Phantom's jagged crystals. "You will not get a second miracle, Mewtwo. Begone."

    The emerald orb burst into Thousand Arrows. Gene shut his eyes. If he could just draw out one last spark of power. Phantom Warp away to buy himself more time.

    His body violently lurched. Instead of the green arrows piercing him endlessly until nothing remained, bright light flooded in through his eyes. His head struck dirt and dry, itchy grass.

    Eyes opening, Gene coughed something up from his windpipe. Though blurry, a red snout, puffy black circle, and white feathers hovered over him.

    "It worked! Maxie, grab the healers! He's in worse shape than I thought..."

    Gene tried to reach for Koraidon's face, but the only thing he had the strength left to do was close his eyes.

    XxX​

    Where the last anomaly was orange, this one was a soft, soothing blue. Crystals undulated like waves far in the distance, shielding Yuna and Leo from the immense distorted static the drakloak recalled seeing last time.

    There was also a distinct lack of ground. Instead, giant spheres and prisms full of nothing but water were scattered about haphazardly. One spherical waterbed was clearly larger than all the others. Something sparkled in the middle of it. Leo's was firmly fixed on the little sparkle. That meant it was another one of the plates they found before, right?

    Given how wet this place is, it's gotta be water, Yuna figured.

    "Oh, wonderful! You're all right!"

    "GAH!"

    Still on edge from the earlier battle, Yuna shot forward. She entered a water sphere without so much as a splash. It was damp, yes, but the water wasn't seeping into her ectoplasm like it was supposed to. The drakloak hesitantly turned around and spotted the silhouette of a familiar braviary floating with his legs crossed. He waved to Leo, who waved back with a foreleg.

    "Hi, Mr. Alder!" Leo's starcloud tail wagged. "Oh, and you brought Mr. Purple Kora guy, too!"

    Yuna poked her head out of the water and, sure enough, a neon purple and white koraidon was behind Alder. He stood on all fours. His feathery crest and black dewlap looked considerably less impressive than before.

    "It's Vince," the koraidon reminded them. "And yeah, long time no see." He looked around. "Figuratively speaking. We're just projections, so all we can tell is that we're in some sort of anomaly core."

    "But why are you here?" Yuna asked. And how did they even manage it, for that matter?

    "Ah, right. Fair question." Alder rubbed the back of his head with his right wing. "Well, when you lot got close to the anomaly core, your friends back home lost contact with you. Your orbeetle teammate got worried and reached out to me, so I went into meditation to probe for anomalies and find you guys!"

    "And Kora reached out to me." Vince walked out from behind Alder. "I was, uh, trying to keep a lid on things for you guys. Sorta. Kinda."

    Now that she was sure she wasn't in danger, exhaustion had set in for Yuna. And with it came little patience for the duo's explanations. The drakloak shut her eyes and rubbed them. "If you were helping us in the background then say it."

    "Err, right. Sorry. I just—" Vince tittered. "I could sense that Red Chain fragment you had from out in Ginnungagap. So, hoping it could counter any damage from the anomaly, I sent a pulse of energy through the core to reawaken your fragment."

    Yuna's eyes shot open. "That was you?!"

    Leo's mane and tail dimmed. "Mom?"

    Vince likewise tucked his head down. "Y-Yes, I realize now I didn't entirely think that one through."

    Dragonfire embers pooled around Yuna's ectoplasmic throat. She was caught between just spewing Dragon Breath at the projection or trying for the kind of tongue lashing Yiazmat used when an Aeon soldier stepped out of line.

    Neither option won out, as Yuna blurted out, "You just made everything worse!"

    "I know!" Vince flinched. "But I wanted to help. Really, I did!"

    Yuna's nubby hands clenched into fists. She was poised for another outburst, when Alder zipped in front of her, spreading out his wings.

    "Now, now. I'm sure there's plenty to be said about all of this." The braviary glanced over his shoulder. "But we shouldn't let that delay sealing up the anomaly."

    Leo shot Yuna a worried look. The drakloak's anger kept simmering, but then she remembered what Valkyrie said was happening on Kalidron.

    "Right. Gene." She tucked her head down.

    "He's okay," Vince offered, a nervous grin on his white snout. "Kora and I worked together to break through whatever was blocking rifts from opening where Gene was and pulled him through to Chakran."

    Yuna hardly found that notion comforting. For all she knew, Gene lost his tail in the process or something. She quickly turned away from the others. "Let's go, Leo. You want your plate, right?"

    Silence. Yuna's tail curled up. "Leo?"

    "Uh, right!"

    Figuring Leo was following, Yuna pushed herself through the sphere of strangely gelatinous water once again. She tucked her head down, trying to push everything that had happened out of her head so she could calm down for Leo's sake.

    But it wasn't working. She couldn't stop seeing that masked freak. And her shadows trying to force their way out of her. And the Phantom that had struck fear into even the typically stoic Valkyrie. Wielded Saint Zygarde's attacks. The very Sage she unexpectedly had visions of during the Seekerskorch fight. Which meant that Phantom was the one who pulled Zygarde's needle.

    "So long as you continue making the wrong choice, we will remain inextricably linked."

    The Butterfree Effect's words echoed in her head. She thought she saw their masked face inside the nearest water prism. Yuna forced herself through it, though. And those distorted words gave way to Xeromus' raspy, hacking laughter.

    "The choices you make don't really matter."

    Her teammates. The monks. Jaeger and Vince. All of them were sure that these anomalies had to be sealed. It was obviously the right thing to do. So, why was it hurting so much to do this? How much worse were things going to get if Yuna did continue seeking out anomalies?

    She pushed through another water sphere.

    Xeormus was on the Butterfree Effect's side. They were both supposed to be in the wrong, yet they were saying the opposite of one another. Did that mean one of them was telling the truth?

    The sparkling had grown closer. Leo had already entered the giant water sphere. The cosmic arceus walked through the water and Yuna reluctantly followed him. Wondering what this plate would do to him. And what would happen when they returned home. Would they be immediately thrust back into danger? Would Yuna have to see her teammates getting hurt again?

    She couldn't shake the dread lingering over her. And it only got worse once she glimpsed the text scrawled on the bright blue plate.

    The rightful bearer of a Plate draws from the Plate it holds.

    Lies.
    Anger began to bubble in Yuna's gut. Walking Wake's spout crystal and Chernabog's fist crystal... both came from the plates. From Leo's plates. She was sure of it.

    Her shadows pushed against her back. Yuna didn't know if her anger made them feel even worse than with the last plate or if they were making her anger grow. And she didn't care.

    As Yuna watched Leo's wheel shine brightly — and the giant water sphere coalesce into that strange pattern of circles and symbols she'd seen the cosmic arceus make before — all she could think about was how empty this supposed victory had left her.

    XxX​

    Noctum shuffled uneasily around Widget, looking between the silvally and the others. "We don't... have to carry him to make sure he comes back with us, do we?"

    Nikki waved him out. "Doubt it."

    The black charizard frowned. "This isn't going to hurt, will it?"

    "Oh, it will."

    Noctum's tail flame shrank. "She's joking, right?" He glanced around the room, laughing nervously. But the only one who could dispute her claim was out cold.

    "Duh." The toxtricity rolled her eyes. "It's kinda like teleporting. Except you disappear slow enough to see it happening."

    Noctum looked down at the floor, trying to picture what that looked like. He came up blank, however. I really hope she's not screwing with me.

    A few metallic thumps rang behind Noctum. By the time he looked over his shoulder, a metal door coated in scorch marks had fallen off its hinges and clanged against the ground. Noctum glanced at Cyril to gauge his reaction to this short human lady. He seemed unphased. Someone Team Bastion had been working with, then?

    Cyril raised his hands innocently. "We did ask permission, remember?"

    The lady approached the nearest collider wreckage. Her black boots sloshed against large puddles that steadily grew larger thanks to water streaming in from broken tubes behind the mess of chipped and broken metal cylinders.

    "God." She sounded like she'd just sprinted across Aeon Castle. She wiped sweat from her head, but Noctum wondered what good that did when she looked as oily as any litwick. The human had pulled her orange jumpsuit down to her waist but sweated through the blue tank top underneath.

    A tired sigh escaped her lips. She looked at Cyril. "You're not really a ranger, are you?" Her gaze fell to Noctum, Valkyrie, and Nikki. "Hell, you're not from here period."

    "Welp." Cyril scratched his fake blue hair. "Guess the torracat's outta the bag."

    Blue light shimmered around him. A cosmic zoroark emerged, still scratching his wild, blue-purple mane. "But you gotta admit, Liza, it's a good thing we were here."

    Liza whirled on the two beldum that had appeared in the doorway. "God— if you knew he was a zoroark you could've said something!"

    [A zoroark? Dewott in tarnation?!] One beldum's eye was as wide as Liza's. [Sorry, sheriff. This here cowpoke's headspace was full of that there corrupted data.]

    Liza slumped over until she simply collapsed on her back. In the puddle. By the big, broken collider.

    Noctum opened his mouth to say something when Liza's hands shot up.

    "Don't. I'm grounded."

    Noctum closed his mouth and stepped back. He didn't know enough about machines, away. The black charizard practically welcomed the awkward silence.

    "Seven and a half," Liza mumbled.

    "Beg your pardon?" Cyril said.

    "Seven and a half years!" Liza threw her hands over her face. "That's how long we'd gone without a breach event until today. The collider was what let us stop them from happening. Everyone knows that."

    "Yeah, uh—" Cyril shuffled in place awkwardly. "That's... probably more our universe's fault. Kinda in the midst of some sort of crisis with interdimensional rifts."

    "Oh ho, great. Wonderful!" Liza was... laughing? Noctum took a step back, glancing at the shrinking anomaly core. How much longer would this take? Didn't Valkyrie tell Yuna she had to move quickly?

    "Yeah, sure. You guys get to go home." Liza was still laughing. "Meanwhile, I'll be pulled into hearing after hearing. This could take months. Maybe years considering everyone who contributed to this project!" She squeezed her hands tighter against her face. "Not to mention what it's going to take to rebuild this thing! Oh, I'm so, so screwed! My life is over!"

    Noctum's heart sank. From what he heard, it sounded as if Team Bastion had left the pervious dimension on good terms. But that dimension had been in turmoil when they arrived. This time... it sounded like the trouble began after they started doing things. And now they were leaving Liza behind to deal with the mess.

    "Time's up."

    "Huh?" Noctum looked at Nikki. The toxtricity's legs disappeared and her torso was slowly fading out. His tail flame grew. Or, at least, the thought it did. Because it wasn't there anymore.

    They couldn't leave things off like this. It wasn't right, even if Noctum only showed up at the tail end. "Cyril," he muttered, hoping the cosmic zoroark had something to salvage this.

    "Here."

    Although his legs were already halfway gone, Cyril tapped his X-transceiver. Liza's jumpsuit dinged. "I started recording the moment shit hit the fan," Cyril explained. "It's not much, but it should at least help deflect the blame."

    Liza slowly sat up, tugging at her jumpsuit. She looked at some screen strapped to the jumpsuit's arm. "It's... something, I guess."

    "Well, hey." Nikki was only a head and neck now. "If they still give you shit, then tell them to pound sand. No one's forcing you to stay here." She blinked. "I, uh, think?"

    Liza looked around at the group, then glanced back at her screen.

    "... Maybe it's time I gave Tate a call."

    Noctum didn't know who Tate was, but judging by Cyril's expression, it sounded like a good thing. And that was enough to settle the black charizard down. His teammates vanished one by one, including the unconscious Widget. He was the last one fading away.

    Which meant he was the only one who glimpsed a blue-white ninetales emerging from the same door Liza's beldum were in, holding a sign in their maw reading "WILL FIX COLLIDERS FOR BELLY RUBS."

    A blue-white ninetales... with what looked like one of Bahamut's Soul Dews sparkling in their chest.

    XxX​

    The doorbell — a single electronic buzzer — prompted Sticky to immediately flip several switches on the black wall's red panel. Once the lights behind him were off, he pressed the red button beside the panel. The doorbell shut off and purple light flooded the room.

    Sticky turned to the poipole floating in the doorway. "I have the report you wanted, Mr. Sticky, sir!" She saluted him, nearly dropping the tablet she was carrying.

    The naganadel resisted the urge to facepalm. "Then get on with it."

    "Oh. R-Right." Poipole's tail crinkled up in embarrassment. And were those bits of paint dribbling up in her needles?

    ... Maybe Sticky was beginning to pick up the emperor's intimidating aura, after all.

    "The Kalidron Collider's chief engineer lost the other collider signal," Poipole reported, not venturing further in from the doorway. "The rift's been sealed. Judging from the footage she sent, the rebels were present. And engaged with a Phantom that matches the emperor's description of Necrozma."

    When Poipole didn't continue, Sticky stuck his right arm out. She remained in the doorway, however. "The tablet, Whatsyourname." Sticky twirled his right hand, an unamused look on his face.

    "Y-Yes! Sorry, sir!" Poipole hovered into the dark room and thrust the tablet into the naganadel's outstretched hand. Even with the shaky, low-quality footage, Sticky recognized the mewtwo rebel leader. And on the defensive against Necrozma's vicious attacks, no less!

    "Interesting." Sticky gently gave the tablet back to Poipole. That seemed to ease a bit of her tension.

    "This is a good thing, right?" Poipole didn't retreat to the doorway. "Necrozma's actively antagonizing them. The emperor can use that."

    "Perhaps." Sticky crossed his arms. "Or that Phantom's trying to play us for fools."

    Poipole looked down. "I hadn't considered that..."

    Sticky waved her off. "Did the engineer get a readout on any energy signatures?"

    "Sort of?" Frowning, Poipole clasped the tablet against her torso. "She detected strange spikes in energy, but her ship didn't have the equipment to properly analyze them."

    "Of course." Sticky pinched his brow. He supposed he should've seen that coming. The small survey ship they gave her wasn't designed with that in mind. An unfortunate oversight. But he had enough to bring to the emperor.

    "Dismissed." The naganadel turned back toward the darkened end of the room.

    "But—"

    "Dismissed."

    Sticky swung his stinger behind him. A squeak, followed by an abrupt fading of the purple light, told him that Poipole got the message. After waiting a few seconds to make sure she was gone, Sticky hovered back to the wall. He closed the door, then flipped the switches on the panels.

    White lights clicked on, revealing several gray metal arms holding fully mechanical, purple and red type: full parts in place. Approximating them to match the design that popped up on the desk next to Sticky. He hovered toward it, glancing between the design and the in-progress build.

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    (Character design by Goldmills.)

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    Light Rebellion Decimator Unit: Iron Enforcer


    Sticky tapped the desk. Several digital marks and buttons appeared on the screen. The naganadel typed away furiously at them.

    "If at first, you don't succeed..."

    XxX​

    Upon returning to the gray and black hangar Cyril had converted into an "operations room" for him and Cid to use together, Yuna stared blankly at the rows of computer monitors stacked atop one another. The emptiness— no, this heaviness was familiar. But the reason why kept slipping from Yuna's mental grip just when she thought she latched onto it.

    The drakloak was vaguely aware things were happening around her. Cyril shambling toward a beat up chair and flopping down on it. Leo hopping around the others excitedly, encouraging them to watch as he melted into a puddle and sloshed across the floor. Cid buzzing about, panic strewn on his face.

    That last one had everyone else's attention. The orbeetle gestured wildly at the screen while a few of his spots glowed. He was calling a couple of people down, but their names were muffled.

    When Yiazmat appeared in the hanger doorway, however, Yuna knew exactly why this was so familiar.

    This was how she felt when Yiazmat told her she was adopted.

    ... No, it was worse. That had the emptiness, but not this heaviness.

    Yuna realized she was staring at Yiazmat. The dragapult remained frozen in the doorway. Her eyes darted between Yuna and the others. And, though she was trying to hide it, Yuna knew something was unsettling Yiazmat. The tiny undulations in her tail were just a more controlled version of what Yuna did when she was nervous.

    "What is it?" Yuna said. She tried to block out the heaviness, if only for a short while.

    "The monks were able to rescue Mewtwo," Yiazmat said. "He sustained heavy injuries. They say it's too risky to transport here from their planet."

    Yuna's neck prickled. Yiazmat was withholding something from them. "And?" Yuna couldn't think of anything better to say.

    Yiazmat's eyes darted around again. "They said you'd returned. Thought you would all want to know."

    This was bad. The dragapult's tone lacked that sense of certainty Yuna was accustomed to.

    "Your Highness?" Even Noctum knew something was wrong.

    "I shouldn't—" Yiazmat drifted back in the doorway.

    "Mom." Yuna wasn't sure how much longer she could keep her headache at bay. "Whatever it is, say it."

    Silence. Yiazmat's eyes darted around again.

    "Mom," Yuna growled. Her shadows pulsated deep within her. She had to keep them down. Just a bit longer.

    "The Phantom that attacked Mewtwo... is Bahamut." Yiazmat leaned her head against the doorframe. "Or, rather, what is left of him after he took his own life."

    And there it was. Yuna's metal dam parted and the headache flooded in. Heavier and heavier. Like someone was stacking a hundred Leos on her head.

    "The hell do you mean 'what's left of him?'" Nikki scoffed. "Either your god turned himself into a Phantom or someone else did."

    "It seems... he believed that becoming undead would make himself invincible," Yiazmat replied.

    "How?" Noctum's voice cracked. "How can you be so sure?"

    Yiazmat tucked her head down. "We have his journal. It's unmistakably his. And it's—" She stopped herself and braced harder against the doorframe. "What's written there is nothing like what we teach our people about him."

    Which was her mother's roundabout way of saying Yuna was right. Bahamut was a daemon. Someone who'd become so monstrous, he thought the only fitting course of action was to make himself a Phantom.

    If he was the one attacking her teammates, then he was the one who pulled Zygarde's Needle. So, even if Yuna stopped searching for them entirely, they were all going to get pulled.

    Chiron would continue to claw her way out of wherever she was buried in Yuna's spirit. It was only a matter of time before the Phantom sensed Chiron. And what would happen then? Would what the Phantom do to her? To her teammates?

    Was this just more of that chaos the Butterfree Effect said she created?

    Yuna pulled the Red Chain fragment from her ectoplasm and chucked it at Cyril without even thinking. Then she raced toward Yiazmat and the doorway. The dragapult stiffened. "Yuna—"

    She pushed past Yiazmat. The drakloak's head rang. Muffled whoever was calling out to her from the hangar.

    Yuna flew faster. The hallway was a blur of gray metal and the blacks and purples of deep space beyond glass panels. She flew past closed doorways. Rooms Gene had already assigned to some of the others. Yuna hadn't gotten one, though. She needed somewhere unoccupied. Or empty.

    A couple of more turns and Yuna found an open door. The room inside was small. Nothing but a cot with lime green linens and an old wooden dresser with a clock that, given the blank screen, didn't even work.

    That didn't matter. Yuna shot through the doorway and slammed onto the bed, like she was a little dreepy getting fired into a pillow fort.

    But Yuna wasn't a hatchling. She was an adult. And she was in far too deep.

    The Needles sealing Eternatus. Paradox's ambitions of an Eternatus free to ravage the universe. The Phantom looking to pull the Needles for... some strange reason. Bahamut's dead wife hiding within her spirit.

    Then there was the other side of the coin. The anomalies, which were practically interdimensional mystery dungeons. Two of them held these mystical plates that apparently belonged to Leo. And the monks were sure that these had to be sealed. Leo did the sealing, sure. But Yuna could go into the cores, too. So, she was clearly tied to them. As was the Butterfree Effect.

    All of this piled onto the drakloak's shoulders in the span of a month. Yuna thought, because she had allies, that she could handle it.

    She was wrong. Learning she was related to the Butterfree Effect — and this mysterious Phantom was born from Bahamut's remains — proved too much.

    All of these swirling thoughts had given her such an intense headache. Yuna couldn't help but bury her head in the pillow and groan. An exhausted, raspy groan that didn't last for very long.

    The drakloak rolled on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm so tired." She held her hands up. "I'm not ready... for another mission."

    Her ectoplasm undulated. Yuna's left arm bubbled and twisted into a black wing with three red spikes.

    "Ahhh!" Yuna shook the new limb around like a sandile had bit her arm. It wouldn't go away. The red spikes were pristine enough for Yuna to see her horrified reflection.

    "Make it stop, make it stop, make it sta—bishaaaahn!"

    Yuna smacked her right hand over her mouth. Her eyes darted around frantically.

    That was not her voice.

    The wing turned back into her left arm. Yuna folded it against her side and buried it in her ectoplasm. She glanced at her Soul Dew. The shadows had wrapped themselves around it. No wonder none of the Sages had butted in.

    She lifted her hands up again. "What's happening to me?" Tears glistened in her eyes. This couldn't be Chiron's power... could it? "Why am I losing control?"

    "Losing control of what?"

    Squeaking, Yuna sat up. A concerned Nikki stood in the doorway. The toxtricity considered that enough of a greeting to waltz into the room and plop herself down on the other end of the bed.

    Yuna couldn't muster an answer to Nikki's question. She had to change the subject. "Why did you follow me?"

    "Wasn't gonna at first," Nikki replied. "But there was, y'know, a faraway look in your eyes. The more I chewed on it... the more it reminded me of how I looked after getting to see Scarlett again in Scale City. And, well, then I heard a scream." She shrugged. "Thought maybe you'd gotten hurt."

    The drakloak scooted away. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her chest. Yuna doubted it could stop the shadows, but she could at least try to hide them.

    "Sorry. Hearing the news about the Phantom just... made me upset."

    Nikki raised a brow. "I thought you'd already given up on the whole Aeonism stuff."

    "I did!" Yuna squeezed the pillow tighter. "But, well..." What was she supposed to say to the toxtricity?

    Then again, Yuna had already admitted she thought she was Chiron.

    "I'm afraid of what will happen as more Needles get pulled." Yuna lowered her head onto the pillow. "What if the Phantom senses Chiron inside of me?"

    Nikki scratched the back of her head. "Uh, it'll get pissed off? Or, uh, more pissed off than it was before."

    Yuna's face sank into the pillow slightly. "You heard what it did to Gene. And how it might be invincible!"

    "It got the jump on us." Nikki crossed her legs. "And nothing's really invincible. We just haven't found its weakness yet." She punched her right hand with her left. "The way I see it, the more Needles you get, the better shape we'll be in to kick its nonexistent ass into next century."

    Sniffling, Yuna blinked tears from her eyes and looked up at the toxtricity.

    "Aww, c'mon." Nikki frowned. "No waterworks. That was supposed to be encouraging!"

    "How?" Yuna rubbed her face against the pillow. "How can you still want to fight after hearing that?"

    Nikki stared back blankly. Had she really not considered it? Yuna was going to continue, but Nikki's blank look melted away. She leaned back, resting her head on the wall.

    "Well, I never worshiped Badumbut." The toxtricity chuckled at her own lame insult. "And I'd like to think you've known me long enough to tell I'm too stubborn to quit. Even if the going gets rough."

    Yuna curled her hands around the pillow sheet. It was true. And they were only a day removed from Nikki throwing a fit at Yuna and Gene because she got pulled aside from fighting Chernabog.

    "What's this really about, Princess?" Nikki tapped the air with right foot. "Way I see it, something else must've happened to you over there. You're making freaking Chompy look like the life of the party."

    "I don't want you to get hurt because of me, okay?"

    The drakloak winced. She blurted it out, but hadn't meant for it to sound that harsh. Yuna squeezed the pillow tighter. "Sorry." Her tail curled around the other end of it. "But you're, y'know, my friend. And I'm afraid—"

    "Because of the Phantom?"

    Because of the Butterfree Effect. And my powers.

    The shadows still had an iron grip on the Soul Dew. Yuna didn't dare lift the pillow. And even though she wanted so badly to say her thoughts aloud, they got trapped in her ectoplasmic throat. She kept her gaze down, watching her tail twitch erratically.

    "The Red Chain fragment reactivated inside me," Yuna mumbled. "And then the core... spoke to me. Told me that I'm dangerous. Unstable."

    Not a lie. But not the whole truth, either. At least Reshiram wasn't around to pester Yuna about it.

    "So, you think you'll hurt me?" Nikki pointed at her gills. "Pretty sure I'm the one who got puppetted by that daemon a ways back."

    "Maybe not directly," Yuna said, trying not to get upset at Nikki's self-deprecation. "But from drawing in stronger Phantoms. The core said that spark of Red Chain power will make me a magnet for even tougher ones."

    "So?"

    "We're already outmatched by Bahamut's Phantom," Yuna said, fidgeting with the pillow sheet. "How can we possibly handle whatever the anomalies throw at us next?"

    That finally got Nikki to lean forward. She silently scratched her chest. The toxtricity must've finally run out of comebacks.

    "Ya got me there." Nikki shrugged. "But what's to say that core wasn't screwing with your head?" She traced her right index finger around her right horn. "Y'know, kill your motivation so you give up."

    Yuna flinched. Guess the white lie didn't quite work. Time for a fallback...

    "I don't want to lose you."

    Nikki raised a brow. "Dang. Tugging on the heartstrings, huh?" She leaned back again, strumming her gills. "Well, I don't want to lose you, either. But if we don't win, then the universe gets destroyed, doesn't it? So, we lose each other anyway." The toxtricity shrugged. "Way I see it, better to go out swinging than running away."

    Knowing full well Nikki was right, Yuna melted into the pillow a bit. "I just wish it didn't have to be me. I'm... cracking under all the stress."

    Nikki pivoted slightly left. "Well, that's what we're here for." She jerked her head toward the doorway. Noctum stood there, cradling Leo in his arms. The cosmic arceus tilted his head. Yuna instinctively gripped the pillow tighter, as if that would somehow hide the shadows better.

    Even though Nikki was saying all the right things, it wasn't enough to make Yuna ready to leap back into the fray. Because that was how things were going so far. Every time they finished dealing with one problem, another one would pop up right away. Dividing up the team's resources hadn't helped with this, either. The moment they fixed one anomaly, another made its presence known in a big way. How much longer until Cid shoved Noctum aside and told her something big needed her attention?

    To say nothing of the whole "shadows and Butterfree Effect" issue. Yuna still wasn't sure if she even wanted the others to know the truth. Add it all up, and she just wasn't ready for another mission yet. She needed more time to ease that pressure trying to pop her head like it was a balloon.

    Her gaze silently fell toward the floor. An ugly gray carpet with some white stains on it. Cleaning solution, maybe?

    "Can I at least get a real break, then?" the drakloak muttered.

    "What do you mean by 'real?'" Noctum wondered.

    "Somewhere without rifts or Eternatus or... any of this." Yuna gestured around wildly. An image fitting that description quickly popped into her head. "Somewhere like... home."

    "Home?" Nikki frowned. "Y'mean like—"

    A small rift opened behind Yuna. "I'm going to Aeon Castle. Alone." She looked at Noctum apologetically. "Because I deserve a break. So, if the monks come calling, tell them I'm not available."

    She didn't wait for her friends to respond. Yuna rolled backward into the rift and shut it behind her.
     
    Chapter 72: Matters of the Heart
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 72: Matters of the Heart

    Entry 2508
    What is this feeling?

    Whenever I'm around Chiron it's like my light has
    weight behind it. Not in a bad way, mind you. But maybe this is what it's like when I hear people talk about beautifly in their stomach?

    With Chiron, it's like the past doesn't matter. Even though I know I've done truly awful things. They're more like distant unpleasant memories than things I'm constantly replaying in my mind and trying to justify as being necessary.

    I'm going to ask someone about this.

    UPDATE
    Enamorus says I'm in love. What an absolute idiot! She knows full well I'm not the kind of person who deserves love. Much less from Chiron.

    ... Though I suppose sticking her head into a tree trunk was unnecessary. I should really go apologize. And tweeze out all the splinters I probably gave her.


    XxX​

    Igneous had gotten what he needed from Vegna. He hastily left the arena, hoping that, at the very least, Seifer and Quetzal could keep him occupied. The grovlazzle kept to the grated metal walkways. It was probably unnecessary. Vegna was rather out of it. But Igneous had left enough to chance as is.

    He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to stop it from prickling. Every word he heard from Bahamut's journal unsettled him. As did Vegna's assertion that Bahamut's Phantom was out there causing problems. He was kicking himself for clinging to the dim fantasy that Bahamut had repented for his old mistakes. He was so sure Gene had left something out in his story. That Bahamut hadn't betrayed anyone and was just as much of a victim.

    Igneous staggered up the steps, forcing visions of Xeromus from his mind. His raspy laughter echoed in the grovlazzle's head.

    He knew. If Xeromus really was Nova, he knew the truth. So, why didn't he say anything? If he was working against the resistance, wouldn't he want to completely demoralize everyone?

    "Finally! Did you turn your X-transceiver off or something?"

    Starlene floated in front of him, small latias arms crossed and cheeks puffed out.

    Igneous stepped back, grabbing the railing to make sure he didn't tumble down the stairs. "Huh?" The grovlazzle felt around his head until he pulled the tiny communicator out of his ear frill. It had a blinking red light. "Oh. The battery died." He abruptly tensed up. "Did something happen?"

    "The two teams returned," Starlene said. She looked down and poked her index claws together. "Not Gene, though. Hurt real bad. The monks had to warp him to their planet to get him away from the Phantom."

    "The Phantom?" Igneous shifted uneasily.

    Starlene's cheeks puffed out again. "Did you not hear Cid, either? So much for being on top of things. Sheesh!" The latias flicked her snout dismissively.

    "I was preoccupied." Igneous jerked his head in the arena's direction. "Where's Scarlett?"

    "She went down with Queen Tarmac Head to see the others." Starlene put her hands on her hips. "I'm the relay dragon! Here to pass stuff back and forth."

    "Right." Igneous shuffled past her, anxious to get inside. It didn't seem like the others had left the arena, but the sooner he could get away from the restaurant, the better. "Mind looping me in, then?"

    Starlene proved quite the motormouth, rifling off everything Scarlett heard in the hanger without missing a beat. By the end of her explanation, Igneous could only stare blankly at the latias.

    "Any questions?"

    "Can you talk slower next time?"

    "Oh." Starlene's electronic wings dimmed. "Sorry. I got excited."

    "I can tell." Sighing, Igneous shook his head. "Thanks, I guess."

    "You're welcome." Starlene chirped. The blue musical note on her belly glowed. "Oh, I think Scarlett's coming back."

    Igneous didn't have a response. In fact, he had no idea what to do with this information. It sounded like Nikki went off to find Yuna. He could look for Valkyrie, but she'd probably shoo him away.

    Was there really nothing the grovlazzle could do but wait around this stupid restaurant? Great.

    At least Guzzie had closed it down temporarily. Igneous lazily walked toward the mechanical tauros in the center of the room and leaned against it. He flinched when Starlene zipped toward him.

    "Seriously? You don't have something better to do than be edgy and mysterious?"

    "What am I supposed to do?" Igneous growled. "Everyone who needs tending to is getting tended to. I'd just get in the way."

    "Wellllllll..." Starlene leaned closer, fluttering her eyelids. "I'm no tech wiz, but you could proooobably start by finding a charger." She jabbed the X-transceiver in Igneous' hand.

    Igneous' head leaf simmered. It was a dumb suggestion, but it was better than having Starlene talk down to him.

    "Hey, you're not giving him any trouble, are you?"

    Starlene turned around. She projected a blue halo over her head. "What, meeee? Pfbt. As if." She waved Scarlett off, but the dragonair didn't look convinced.

    "Aren't you supposed to be in control of her?" Igneous grumbled.

    "It's complicated." Scarlett's neck bauble glowed. A pouting Starlene disappeared into it, leaving the walkway clear for her to approach. "Why aren't you down there with the others?"

    Igneous scowled. "It's complicated."

    "Doesn't seem that complicated." Scarlett smirked. "That's Vegna down there, right? As in, the guy you spawned freaky hellfire powers to flee from?"

    His scowl only intensified. "I'm finding that charger." He crossed his arms, tucked his head down, and started forward. Scarlett was just an oversized blue noodle. He could push past her with little effort.

    "Seriously?" Surprisingly, Scarlett curled up around a chair to let him pass. "C'mon, your scales aren't that thin."

    Igneous stopped when he got past the dragonair. He didn't look back, though. "Just teasing, then. I think I see why you and Nikki were so close."

    He was going to keep walking when Scarlett's tail grabbed his leg. "What's that supposed to mean?"

    The grovlazzle focused on a metal pillar. "Nothing. I guess—"

    This was stupid. Igneous said he was leaving. He needed to do that before he stuck his foot in his mouth.

    "You guess?"

    "I thought the Scarlett at Kyoko's house was closer to what you're really like." Igneous mentally kicked himself. He didn't dare turn around. "But I guess growing up in Blightsmuth would give you a bit of an attitude."

    The tail tightened around Igneous' leg. "And being Ryujin wouldn't?" Scarlett growled.

    A small part of Igneous told him to drop it and take the L. But the part holding his proverbial shovel decided to keep digging. "Of course it does. But talking with you back in Scale City..." Igneous shook his head. "I thought there was a connection."

    "Excuse me?"

    Damn it.

    But it was his own fault. He should've explained himself better. Instead, he was adding more dumb mistakes onto the pile.

    "I can relate to you," Igneous said, his gaze drifting to some old arcade machine pushed up against the wall between two tables. "Having people pile these expectations on your shoulders. And making some... questionable decisions because you're afraid you can't live up to those expectations."

    He didn't have to go on, did he?

    Igneous wasn't expecting giggles, though. That was enough to get him to turn around. Scarlett let go of his tail and was trying to cover her neck bauble with her wings. Starlene slipped out, however.

    "Oh my god. This is sooooooo dumb." The latias shook her head. "You're really doing everything you can to dance around saying you're crushing on her. That's hilarious!"

    "What?!" Igneous and Scarlett blurted out in unison. They shared a quick glance, but Scarlett broke it off first.

    "Starlene, you can't just butt in like that," the dragonair growled. "And not with something so... so..."

    "Obvious?" Starlene's electronic wings glowed. "Guy might as well be holding a big neon sign saying, 'Have my eggs, Scarlett!'"

    Igneous' head and tail leaves briefly ignited. He turned away from them. "I think we're done here."

    "Aww, he's embawassed!" Starlene's baby talk only made it worse. "Mr. Grown Ass Yakuza crushing on the noodle he barely knows!"

    "Will you shut up?" Gouts of fire engulfed Igneous elbows. Wasn't Starlene supposed to be some, like, ideal version of Scarlett? Wouldn't that mean these were things she was actively thinking? Because if that was the case... he really was an idiot.

    "I stuck up for you."

    Starlene didn't retort. When Igneous turned around, pink mist faded from Scarlett's neck bauble. The dragonair couldn't meet his gaze.

    Igneous' heart sank.

    "I appreciate it," Scarlett whispered. "Really, I do."

    What was the problem, then? Was it Nikki? Did Scarlett think it was a choice between winning Nikki over and warming up to him any further? Because that was "sooooooo dumb."

    "But she has a point," Scarlett continued. Her expression hardened. "We hardly know each other, yet you're practically tripping over yourself to white knight for me." Her tiny wings curled up against her head. "Maybe that's how the Ryujin does things, but I... I can't have you fighting all my battles for me. Not with the mess I made. And not if I'm going to win everyone else's trust."

    Then she laughed. It was surprisingly bitter. She rested her head against the mechanical tauros. "It doesn't even make any sense. Dragonite are far better catches. And even if you are into serpents, look at me." She straightened up a bit, emphasizing her shabby, dull scales. "I'm not what you'd call easy on the eyes."

    Igneous had his mouth open. Ready to say that didn't matter. It was that connection. The shared weight of expectations. But she'd just brush that off, wouldn't she?

    The grovlazzle closed his mouth and looked down.

    "Look."

    The tip of Scarlett's tail touched Igneous' chin and nudged it up. Embers jumped off his tails. His head leaf stuck up.

    "You've got to understand where I'm coming from," she said. "I don't believe in the whole 'fairy tale head over heels' love story. And, well, I haven't even known you long enough to call you a friend."

    Despite knowing how sad and pathetic it sounded, Igneous still let slip, "It's been a week."

    "And I need more than a week." Scarlett pulled her tail back. She moved away from the mechanical tauros. "Especially if you're Ryujin. No, not just Ryujin— the next in line to lead them!"

    I can change them. We can change them.

    "Be honest with me." Scarlett looked him dead in the eye. "Have you taken a life? Y'know, actually killed a 'mon? For 'the family' or whatever?"

    Igneous stiffened. He instinctively grabbed the right arm that didn't used to be there. The grovlazzle turned away from Scarlett. He said nothing, but figured the gesture was more than enough of an answer.

    "Maybe I did make a big mess as Starlene," Scarlett said. "But it was out of my control. You chose to do that. Just like you'll choose to take your dad's place if we survive this whole ordeal."

    Igneous so badly wanted to snap at her. Tell her that it wasn't his choice to be the firstborn of Radiance's most powerful Yakuza. It wasn't his choice to sit there, powerless, while a vicious toxin intended for his father instead sucked the life out of his mother. Slowly. Painfully.

    ... Except it was his choice to send Valkyrie after Medici 'mons to try and find out who was responsible. It was his choice to storm a Medici base to avenge her with his own hands. It was his choice to coordinate things so poorly, that the 'mon he brought thought it better to leave him on the floor of base, bleeding out from his severed arm. And it was his choice to never forgive Sakaki for remarrying.

    Was Igneous' life really nothing more than an endless parade of bad choices? Is that why Xeromus always seemed so excited to see what he would do? Because he always made things better for his enemies?

    "You're wrong." Igneous tried to stand up tall. "I don't want that life for myself. No one sent me off to Horizon. I enrolled myself. To put distance between myself and... all that stuff."

    Scarlett's expression softened slightly. "What about Valkyrie?"

    "Stubbornly insisted on following," Igneous replied. It wasn't much of an explanation, but he was trying, damn it. "Look, we both made decisions out of desperation. And now we're dealing with blowback. But that blowback's directly tied to... all of this stuff." The grovlazzle spread his arms out. "We fix it by dealing with this. If I make it through to the other side... then I'll figure out what I'm doing with my life. And I can at least say it's not what you're assuming."

    His shoulders sagged. "I'm not saying we have to grow close." He shot her a pleading look. "But can't you at least give me the benefit of the doubt? Like I'm doing for you?"

    Silence. Scarlett was contemplative. Then the last of the concern melted off her face. "I think that's fair." The dragonair slowly nodded. "One step at a time, then." Her neck bauble dimmed. "Sorry for snapping at you."

    "Thanks." Unexpecting exhaustion draped itself over Igneous' shoulders. "I, uh, ought to go find that charger, then."

    "Hmph. How touching. Am I to accept that spiel as your confession... Paper Boy?"

    Igneous took one step and his blood ran cold. He focused firmly on the black metal floor, frozen in indecision. Caught between two voices. One telling him to run and the other telling him to stand his ground.

    How much had Vegna heard? Just because Igneous implied he wasn't interested in the family business anymore didn't mean he wanted Vegna using him to get to Sakaki.

    Vegna gave a weak, yet rumbling laugh. "In the hope of running from your troubles, you struck a deal with the devil."

    His accusation sent a fresh chill down the grovlazzle's spine. He couldn't possibly—

    "How is that rusty old blade treating you, Paper Boy?"

    Igneous' tail leaves curled up. Embers crackled around his hips. He slowly turned, trying to ignore confused looks from Jade, Quetzal, and Seifer.

    How? Igneous was at a loss for words. It was bad enough he and Scarlett were arguing in the first place. But now Vegna wanted him to fess up to all his other screwed up choices as of late?

    His gaze fell. He swallowed hard. Maybe Igneous deserved this. To get buried under the consequences of his actions.

    "If you're here to reap my soul, then can it at least wait until after we've fixed the planet's current crisis?" Igneous crossed his arms. He glimpsed Scarlett's shocked expression, then returned his gaze to the floor. Maybe the next step after the dimension crisis was paying the piper.

    "Whoa! Hey!" A squawking Jade got between Igneous and Vegna. "No reaping! Or any other form of vigilante justice, for that matter!"

    The ground rumbled. Igneous glanced over at the bar, where Guzzie had stood up to narrow his small yellow eyes at the dusknoir.

    "Guzzie's is a violence free zone." The guzzlord pointed at the glass wall. "Take all killing and maiming to Junior's arena."

    "Or don't do it, period." Jade stuck her wings out. "C'mon. Why can't we be fri— mmffffrgggh!"

    Vegna grabbed Jade's beak, forcefully shutting it. "You know he detested your big mouth." The dusknoir held up his right hand, conjuring his Abyssal Tome. Bahamut's old journal. "A mason I once executed told me: 'silence is golden, but sheet metal is silver. Weld the latter to the mouths of those who can't understand the former.'"

    Jade's eyes slowly widened. Vegna released her beak and floated past her. Griffon hopped to her side. "Hey, he does it to me, too. Although he usually doesn't go that far with his insults..."

    Vegna's eye crackled with blue lightning. Zekrom's powers, no doubt.

    Zekrom's powers...

    That was it. Igneous did hold one thing over Vegna's head. And he could easily blurt it out to everyone. Perhaps that would get the dusknoir to back off.

    A small part of him wondered if this was yet another stupid choice, but Igneous had already committed. "So, you have Bahamut's journal. And you have a Sage with you. Meaning you pulled a Needle at some point." He stood up straighter. "I think... you know more about this vicious Phantom than you're letting on."

    If Igneous' claim had unnerved Vegna, he didn't show it.

    "Wait, what?!" Quetzal darted onto one of the metal tables in a blur of orange light. "You pulled a Needle?"

    "I was angry with my foe. I told it not. My wrath did grow." The blue in Vegna's eye intensified. "Why do you think I could deduce your situation so easily, Paper Boy?" He dangled the journal in front of Igneous' face. The fissures in his right arm pulsated with gold light. "I was there the moment it happened. The moment Bahamut destroyed his soul."

    Shaking his head, Vegna made the tome disappear in a swirl of light. "I was but a humble dusclops wandering the distortion, feeding off the fear of souls I ran across. And then I found Zekrom's Needle. That's when he showed up. Plunged a blade of light into his torso.

    "The beast that emerged set its sights on me and the Needle. I didn't want to die." Vegna stared at his right arm. "So, I pulled it. I had heard rumors of what would happen, but I was desperate." Electricity crackled around Vegna's eye. "Zekrom's powers allowed me to evolve. And escape that vicious daemon. But my body could barely hold itself together."

    Igneous could do the math from there. "You found his journal. And did that ritual to make yourself a necromancer." The grovlazzle frowned. "All to... keep your body from falling apart?"

    "I was young once, too," Vegna said. And so casually, to boot. Almost like it was all a big joke to him. "There were still things I wanted— no, needed to do." He glanced at his right arm. "But there is little chance I can accomplish them now. The more Needles get pulled, the less capable I am of staying together."

    "Seriously?" Quetzal looked between the dusknoir and Seifer. "Shouldn't we, I dunno, arrest him or something?"

    "Under what authority?" Seifer lowered his head. "I'm unemployed, remember?"

    "And his 'replacements' consider you lost in action." Vegna gestured to the zapdos.

    "Meaning?"

    "Dead as my old hag of a mother-in-law!" Griffon heckled. Vegna flicked his beak. The corviknight shuffled backward, grumbling under his breath.

    "What's the point of this, then?" Seifer asked. The keldeo looked a bit shaken and he kept looking toward the exit that led to the residential part of the outpost. "Are you here to help us or not?"

    "With Necrozma? I can try." Vegna crossed his arms. "But with the other thing I was looking into... someone else has to take up that cause."

    His gaze fell on Igneous. The grovlazzle took a cautious step back. "Me?"

    "If you want to have even a sliver of hope of staying out of prison, then you don't have much of a choice," Vegna said, his eye darkening. He flicked his left wrist. A small envelope sealed with a wax skull stamp landed at Igneous' feet.

    "You'll go to my office in the academy," Vegna ordered. "Use that code to unlock the safe and take what's inside. Follow the instructions pertaining to the restricted section of the library."

    Igneous frowned. "And if I refuse?"

    Vegna's eye glowed blue again. "I'll drag you out of the Qliphoth myself and force every little thing you know about the Ryujin out of your lips until they go still."

    XxX​

    Seifer's hoofbeats carried down the cold, metal corridors. The keldeo's instincts kept telling him someone was following, but he already told Quetzal not to after excusing himself from the restaurant. He had heard enough. And mentions of Igneous' dead X-transceiver in his argument with Vegna gave him an excuse to leave.

    ... And find Cyril.

    He mentally kicked himself with every corner he turned and metal staircase he descended. Yes, there had been trouble for Team Bastion, but Gene got the worst of it. All his training told him he should locate Noctum or Yuna and jump a rift over to Chakran.

    Instead, he reached the hanger. Cid and Widget were the only ones there, the former trying to get the latter onto the couch. He spotted Seifer and begged the keldeo for help. Seifer begrudgingly agreed.

    "What happened to him?" he wondered, using his torso to help support Cid's levitation attempts.

    "Cyril muttered something about overclocking before leaving," Cid replied. The orbeetle's spots stopped glowing. Widget's unconscious form flopped onto the couch. "I'm supposed to put ice packs on him."

    "Where'd Cyril go?"

    "His workshop. But couldn't you just ask over the X-transceiver?"

    Seifer stiffened. The keldeo abruptly turned and galloped away from Cid, ignoring his shout of, "Wait, what about the ice packs?!"

    He went back the same direction he came from, headed up a cramped stairwell, then rounded a corner. Seifer found the unassuming workshop door and slammed his right shoulder into it.

    That was a bit too forceful. The door flew open, striking a metal wall with a claaaaang as loud as the dinner bell at the Radiant Guard training barracks.

    Then there was a thump, followed by an, "Ow! Shit!"

    Seifer winced, then quickly recomposed himself and stepped inside. Cyril sat on the floor by his workbench, rubbing his head.

    "Ever hear of knocking?" the cosmic zoroark grumbled.

    He had to stand tall. "Well, you ever hear of using some common sense?"

    ... Damn it, not that tall.

    Cyril looked like Seifer had slapped him. "I beg your pardon?"

    "You could've died out there!" Seifer said. His horn flickered. He was almost tempted to take the prosthetic off so it wouldn't undermine him. "And right on the heels of driving some bizarro truck into the heat of a firefight!"

    Cyril stared back blankly. "And that's a problem, because?"

    "You're not a front line guy." Seifer stomped his right forehoof down. "You told me yourself that you didn't have powers."

    "And now I do." Cyril ran his yellow claws through his spectral mane. Twinkling lights sprinkled all around him like stardust.

    Seifer stomped his right forehoof again. "It doesn't make you hot shit!" He flinched, then held his head up. Couldn't undermine himself with one dumb swear.

    Cyril tilted his head slightly. "Are... are you worried for me?" He put his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly. "Oh my god, you totally are!"

    "Of course I am." Seifer kept his tone firm. He couldn't let Cyril loosen him up. "You're too valuable an asset here. Cid's trying his best and we found that sickly human, but you built this stuff. If something bad happens to you..." His voice trailed off. He hadn't thought out the end of that sentence.

    "It'll break your heart, huh?"

    There it was. One well-aimed verbal strike. The cracks were already spreading through Seifer's mental armor.

    "It will... put us in a real bind." Seifer needed a sharp breath mid-sentence. Focus. He was better than this. He was—

    Cyril lay down on his side, resting his head against his left hand and putting his right hand on his hip. "Yeah, you'll be in a bind. Because then you'll be kicking yourself. Wishing you admitted to having the hots for me."

    Seifer's next breath in was too sharp. It left him coughing and staggering back toward the door. "Th-that's—" He had to buck up. "You're completely wrong. And unprofessional!"

    "And you're too afraid to admit you like it." Cyril moved his right hand up and tapped between his eyes. "Flickering horn doesn't lie, buddy."

    Seifer's tail shot up. He shook his head until there was a tiny click. His prosthetic horn fell to the ground with a clack.

    He could still salvage this.

    "Well, I think you're projecting." Seifer took a more confident step toward the cosmic zoroark. "You're clearly lusting for me and think this... whatever this is will somehow win me over."

    Cyril swung his legs around and sat back up. "If you want me to stop, then say it."

    Seifer almost lost his footing. Cyril was... giving up? And all it took was one flimsy lie the keldeo put a bit more backbone into?

    "Yeah, I do like you." He ran yellow claws through his starry mane. "Not just looks, either. Because, truthfully, I prefer two legs to four." The cosmic zoroark crossed his legs and leaned over, resting his chin on his hands. "But you're out here, giving it your all. Despite your life crumbling around you."

    Seifer was ready to admonish Cyril for bringing that up, but he held up his right hand.

    "I'm saying I respect your drive to do the right thing." Cyril's starry mane dimmed a bit. "It's... something I wish I'd done after first waking up mutated from Malice." He pushed hair out of his face. "And it drives me wild."

    The keldeo looked down at the prosthetic horn between his forehooves. An early favor Cyril had done for him. He sounded more sorry for Seifer at the time. Had Seifer really not noticed things changing?

    "But I thought I had a decent read on you," Cyril continued. "The proud soldier. Steeped in honor and tradition. I couldn't just shoot my shot with someone like that." Chuckling, he shook his head. "So, yeah, I went for teasy flirting. Guess I thought if I could poke a hole in that gruff exterior, I'd have a chance."

    Seifer didn't know what to make of that. Should he feel guilty? Surprised? Mad at Cyril or himself?

    Cyril leaned back against his workbench. "I've been around the block enough times to know when a guy's never been in a relationship before. Figured if I made any move too quickly, I'd scare you off forever."

    "I've had dates before." Plenty, actually. A keldeo Radiant Guard officer made for an alluring suitor to other nobles.

    "Arranged by your parents, I imagine."

    Seifer's legs locked up. "How did you—"

    Cyril smirked. "Like I said. Been around the block."

    "Right." Seifer looked down at his hooves. "Still don't know what that means."

    That one got a laugh from Cyril. His hand hit the shelf underneath the workbench. "Ahh, you're too much sometimes, y'know."

    Silence followed. Seifer couldn't muster a response. He knew he had to say something. Cyril poured his heart out to Seifer and deep down it was everything the keldeo wanted to hear.

    But could Seifer act on that? Should he act on that? They hadn't solved the dimensional crisis. What if this just distracted them both? There was too much at stake here.

    "Lost in thought, huh?"

    Cyril's red jewels flickered dimly. He sighed. "I've said my piece. I can't— no, I won't make any decisions for you. If you really aren't interested, then tell me and I'll— mmrrrffffggghhhh!"

    Seifer surprised himself with how quickly he moved. Closing the gap... and pressing his round snout into the cosmic zoroark's face. It was clumsy. And foolish. Seifer realized he was squishing Cyril's head against the underside of the workbench.

    No, this was fine. Cyril's mane was shaggier than a quartet of mops. And he wasn't pushing Seifer away, either! Even though the keldeo had no idea what he was doing!

    Though he could only go without air for so long. Seifer pulled his head back, taking a deep breath... and looking at Cyril's damp, bewildered face.

    He brought his right hand up and touched his snout. Glanced at the saliva on his yellow claw. "Wh-huht." A laugh swallowed up that word. "You really don't know what you're doing, huh?"

    "Then teach me!" Seifer blurted out, almost smacking his head against the edge of the workbench when he leaned over again.

    "... Please." His mind raced with thoughts of the startling events back in the arena and the restaurant. Things he really should've reminded himself about earlier. Hindsight being a bitch.

    "There's just too much insanity happening all around us." Seifer was sure Cyril would understand. "I need someone to get me through this."

    He shook his head. "No, I need... a boyfriend to lean on."

    Yellow claws danced across the edge of Seifer's snout. Nudged it down ever so slightly. "You're sure?" Cyril said.

    Images of Igneous and Scarlett staring each other down flickered in Seifer's mind.

    "Yes." Seifer stepped back to give Cyril more breathing room. "It's the first thing I've been sure of since this whole mess started."

    Cyril stood up. He put his hands on his hips and arched his back. "Weeellllll, we probably got some time to kill. Just how much do you want to learn?"

    Though silent, Seifer's gaze drifted toward Cyril's hips. The cosmic zoroark caught this, and leaned over, putting a yellow claw on Seifer's snout again.

    "Really? Jumping into the deep end, huh?" The smirk on Cyril's face grew larger. "I can work with that. I'll even throw in a life vest." Cyril crouched down, reaching between Seifer's forehooves. He popped back up holding the detached horn. "Sound good?" He playfully bapped Seifer's snout.

    Seifer nodded, unaware of the dumb smile plastered on his face.

    XxX​

    In an ideal world, this would've been chapter 69.
     
    Chapter 73: The Place Where I Belong
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 73: The Place Where I Belong

    Entry 1902
    I found an empty planet today. Practically routine for me with all the wandering I've done in my life. And yet something strikes me as off about this place. Sure, it's empty. But as I float around its sky, I can't help but feel like it's not supposed to be. The ingredients are there for life to take root. It just... didn't.

    Eternatus didn't absorb the planet, obviously. But there are these fissures running across the surface. Perhaps something interrupted the planet's attempt to bear life?

    Hang on. I have an idea. What if I give this planet the nudges it needs to continue that push for life? If I warp a few meteors here, then generate strong storms, that should replicate the conditions other planets had when life successfully developed.

    Yes, yes, I see the upside. If I'm there from the very start, I can make sure the life that springs up isn't afraid of me. I wouldn't have to wander anymore.

    I can finally have a home.


    XxX​

    "Well?" Nikki looked at Noctum. "We're not really leaving her alone, right? It's your home, too, so rift us over there."

    "Right." The black charizard looked down at his armored belly. His connection with the Malice Crystal was back. So, the Phantom did block it somehow. "Let me just—"

    "Don't."

    A cold, rough arm grabbed his shoulder. Noctum jumped into the room and spun around. "How do you always get the jump on me like that?"

    Staring disapprovingly, Valkyrie crossed her arms. "Do you really need me to answer that?"

    Noctum slouched against the room's empty bookshelf. "We should try to be there for Yuna."

    "She's burnt out." Valkyrie leaned against the doorway. Her blue tail lazily wrapped around it. "She did have to go chasing these anomalies on back-to-back days. Frankly, I'm impressed she lasted as long as she did given everything else she'd gone through."

    "Which is all the more reason not to leave her alone." Nikki stood up. Her mohawk frazzled. "C'mon, Zardy, open the rift. We're not seriously entertaining her, right? She's got as much empathy as sandpaper!"

    That one seemed to genuinely fluster Valkyrie. She bit her lower lip and looked over her left shoulder. "You can't force her to spend time with you. Push too hard... and she'll push you away."

    Noctum was confident Valkyrie spoke from experience. Both her own... and Igneous'.

    The garchomp sighed. "Look, she said she'd come back, right? Maybe you ought to trust her on that?"

    Noctum quickly glanced at Nikki. The toxtricity had a retort ready, so Noctum stuck his left wing out and shook his head. Scowling, Nikki sat back on the small, creaking bed.

    "Let her have time to herself," Valkyrie suggested. "Besides, you're the only rift-maker in the outpost now. If you leave... we'll be vulnerable should the worst happen."

    "Cripes." Nikki rolled her eyes. "We got a Needle and one of Leo's plates. Would it kill you to be a little happy?"

    Bowing her head, Valkyrie said, "Someone has to stay vigilant. Besides, dividing our numbers further while Gene is injured is a bad move." Valkyrie pointed her claws at the floor. "We need to keep as much of our group here as possible for the time being. That way we can move as a unit."

    "All right, I get it. Sheesh." Nikki shook her head. "You keep that up and you'll burn out."

    "I'm doing just fine, thank you." Valkyrie snorted dragonfire embers. "It pays to have someone on guard."

    Again, it sounded like Valkyrie spoke from experience. Noctum didn't need to press her on that. Considering everything that happened to Igneous despite her working for him, it was obvious.

    "Then what do we do in the meantime?" Nikki stood back up. "Twiddle our thumbs? I don't even have a guitar here to play."

    Valkyrie stepped out of the doorway. "Can't decide that for you. But I'm taking a shower. And getting food."

    Noctum's Malice Crystal jiggled in his belly. The black charizard put a hand on his armor. "Can I join you?"

    "For the food part. Provided you don't get sappy about Yuna."

    The garchomp was already heading back down the hall. Noctum shot Nikki an apologetic look and stumbled after Valkyrie.

    "How do you feel about beef stew?" he asked.

    A snrk came from ahead of him. "Guess there are worse things to eat."

    XxX​

    The moment Yuna hit her cool, lavender blanket, it was like she'd flown back in time. Her bedroom was exactly the way she'd left it... save for the fact that the bed was made, of course. A small mirror hung opposite her bed, with a shelf underneath housing bottles of novelty dye Yuna would once paint her gills or the spokes around her tail with. The far right corner had a pile of stuffed dolls resembling assorted dragons. The far left corner... was a small Aeon shrine. Yuna bit back the urge to tear the drawing of Bahamut off the wall.

    Instead, she scooched along the blanket toward the handknit substitute doll propped up against her one black pillow. Thanks to evolving, the drakloak could finally wrap around it. She sighed in content.

    "Finally, some peace and quiet."

    And then the stone door flew open and Yuna silently cursed her big mouth. The duraludon holding his right arm against the open door stared at her. Tiny eyes full of surprise.

    "Y-Yunavresca?"

    Yuna looked down and realized the Soul Dew was visible. Not swarmed by shadows anymore, either.

    "Hiya, Dad." She awkwardly waved to him.

    "I don't believe it!" Calcifer rested his left hand on his head. "You're here! And you're big... ger!" He turned around slightly. "Does this mean your mother's back, too?"

    "No. It's just me." Yuna slid off the substitute doll, slumping over against her black blanket. "Everyone else is... still at the resistance base."

    "Right. The fancy... World Ender space... thingy." Calcifer tapped his hands together awkwardly. "I'll admit, I haven't heard much about anything that's been happening. Just a few things here and there from your mother and an ally in Radiance."

    "You mean the Ryujin boss?" There wasn't any point in Yuna beating around the bush.

    Calcifer stiffened. "Ah." He shuffled awkwardly in the doorway. "You, uh, heard about that, huh?"

    "Yep." The drakloak sighed into her blanket. "Mom also admitted I'm adopted. So, you don't have to lie about that anymore, either."

    The duraludon stumbled back a bit. He cautiously stepped through the door and shut it behind him. "I wanted to tell you."

    "I know."

    "Your mother is... the bigger decision-maker between the two of us," Calcifer confessed, back to poking his hands together. "She's always dealt the most with the Ryujin."

    Yuna wanted to relax, but she didn't have the heart to chase her dad out of her room. "How deep does it go?"

    "They supply us with things that we ask for," Calcifer said. "In return, we sneak soldiers into Radiance to dispel distortion around their territory. And we accept refugees from them."

    "And we can do that because?"

    "There's an underground channel connecting Saint Zygardesberg to Scale City."

    Yuna massaged her temples. "So, all the times we'd go there for 'a day out.'"

    "Were days your mother would meet with Mr. Sakaki."

    The drakloak's hands slid down her face. Figures. She decided to change the subject. "If I'm adopted, then why do you and Mom want me to become queen?"

    Calcifer blinked. "Because you're still our eldest daughter. It's not as if bloodline matters. We don't have actual blood to speak of." He chuckled.

    Yuna didn't find it funny. "Well, what if I'm actually from World Ender? Would you still want me to be queen?"

    The duraludon looked past Yuna. No doubt toward Bahamut's picture in the far corner. "Where is this coming from?"

    Sighing, Yuna rolled onto her side. She touched the Soul Dew with her right hand and pulled a pink spark out of it that formed into a tiny Cresselia.

    A tiny sleeping Cresselia. Yuna loomed over her.

    "WAKE UP!"

    "Ahhhhhh!" Startled, Cresselia's head shot up. Her tiny, beady eyes blinked rapidly at Yuna. "Why so loud? I don't need such harsh vibes."

    Calcifer fell back to a seated position. "What in blazes?!" He glanced between Yuna and Cresselia. "Darling, if you're learning about shadow puppets, you could at least—"

    Yuna touched the Soul Dew again. She tossed a white speck beside Cresselia, which conjured a tiny Reshiram. "Dad, meet Saints Cresselia and Reshiram. Sages, my dad. The Aeon King."

    "S-Sages..." Eyes wide, Calcifer rubbed the side of his head. "I'm not dreaming, right?"

    "Noyaaaaaawp." Cresselia tucked her head down and yawned. Yuna treated her to an unamused look. Cresselia stiffened, trying to look as alert as possible.

    "So." Yuna clapped her hands together. "Who wants to be the one to tell him Aeonism is a sham and Bahamut turned himself into an undead, bloodthirsty daemon?"

    Calcifer stared at Yuna, blinking slowly. "What?" He glanced at the Sages. Reshiram wilted while Cresselia's head bobbed over.

    "I tooaaaaaaahld him." She rubbed her mouth. "He was troubled. Lot of nightmares. Really awful ones. Always refused my offer to help." Cresselia kept rubbing her face. "Think they spread to his kid."

    "Bahamut has a child?!" Calcifer cried.

    "And a wife. Who both died. Then got reincarnated. Into me. And my son," Yuna casually declared, wispy tail lazily swishing along her blanket. "Oh, guess that means you're a grandpa now. Surprise." She gave half-hearted jazz hands.

    Calcifer's eyes rolled back and his head. He slumped over on his side, out cold.

    Reshiram turned to Yuna, frowning. "Don't you think that was, y'know, cold? Not to mention mean."

    Yuna looked guiltily at her unconscious father. "Yes." And knowing that it amused her before Reshiram opened his mouth made it even worse. "I know I could've handled it better. I just... didn't."

    "You sounded a bit like him, y'know." Reshiram folded his wings against his sides.

    "Like who?"

    "Bahamut."

    Yuna glared at Reshiram. Of all the unflattering comparisons to make...

    "Bahamut got jaded over problems we couldn't solve right away," Reshiram said. "He'd put more and more pressure on us to come up with solutions. I don't know if it was paranoia over Eternatus or natural control freak tendencies."

    Recalling the Phantom screaming for Cresselia, Yuna shuddered. She absolutely, positively did not want to turn out like that. "Do you think this means Chiron's awakening even more?" She glanced at her hands. No shadows, thankfully.

    "Chiron always seemed patient." Reshiram scratched his chin. "Though I guess she could go from zero to a hundred at a moment's notice."

    The drakloak tilted her head. "Zero to a hundred what?"

    "No idea." The fuzzy part of Reshiram's tail turbine wagged. "It was some human thing Bahamut said."

    Yuna flopped her head down on the blanket. "Of course."

    A yawning Cresselia' rubbed her cheeks. "Can I go back to bed now?"

    Rolling her eyes, Yuna sent Cresselia back into the Soul Dew. Clearly, she couldn't rely on Cresselia to be much help going forward.

    That left her with Reshiram and Rayquaza. Thinking about it, however, Reshiram was the best person available to ask about the shadows and Chiron.

    "Did Chiron ever show off any strange powers?"

    "Define strange."

    Concentrating, Yuna reluctantly located her shadows and tugged on them. "Like conjuring shadowy limbs out of nothing." She needed to focus a bit more and— yep, there was the weird wing with red spikes. "Or change into something else entirely?"

    Reshiram studied the wing that replaced Yuna's right arm. "Can't say she ever did." His gaze fell. His eyes slowly widened. "Oh." Reshiram looked back up at Yuna. "Well, I imagine I look pretty stupid right now." He tapped his wing claws together nervously.

    "Because you never brought it up earlier?" Yuna waved him off. "It's not like I thought to ask you before now. But you can see why I'm nervous, right?"

    "Yeah." Reshiram kept fidgeting with his wings. "The others have seen some of your powers, right?"

    "Not this bad though." Yuna stared intently at the wing, willing it to disappear. It stuck around for a few seconds. Then it stretched, twisted, and rippled until it was a nubby drakloak arm once more. "I think the shadows... are related to what's causing the anomalies."

    "And you're afraid to tell that to the others." Reshiram sounded confident.

    Well, if Yuna was being honest...

    "I didn't even want to tell you." The drakloak looked at her dad. Still out cold. "And then this happened. Guess it was my turn to 'have a moment.'" Liza's freakouts over the Learnatorium loudspeakers sprang to mind.

    "I see." Reshiram crouched down, becoming a fluffy dragon loaf.

    Yuna watched him intently. "If you're about to spout one of your teachings—"

    "At least hear me out before you dismiss it."

    His expression sharpened. The last time Reshiram sounded this stern, he had attacked all those poor skorps in the poison swamp. That made Yuna's response obvious.

    "Fine." She didn't know how much longer they'd have until her dad woke up, anyway.

    "The truth can hurt," Reshiram said. "But so can withholding it. Or obscuring it with lies. If you want your friends to, well, stay your friends, don't you think you should tell them what's going on?"

    Yuna grabbed handfuls of blanket and squeezed. "What if that makes them afraid of me?"

    Reshiram's expression didn't soften. "What if your secrets hurt them before you admit the truth? Or what if they end up learning the truth from someone or something else?"

    Yuna swallowed hard. Those were good points. No one berated her when she admitted she was Chiron's reincarnation. The only muted response came from Gene. And at least he had the excuse of linking her with awful memories like the loss of his boyfriend.

    Sighing, the drakloak released the blanket and laid her head back down on the bed. "Guess I look pretty stupid right now."

    Calcifer finally stirred. Yuna grabbed a squawking Reshiram and stuffed him back into her Soul Dew. Groaning, the duraludon sat up, rubbing his head.

    "Wh... at..."

    "You fainted, Dad." Yuna scooched to the side of the bed, dangling her head off it.

    "No snide remarks this time," Reshiram cut in.

    Right.

    "I see." Calcifer looked up at Yuna.

    "What do you remember?" she asked.

    "You said... that you're the reincarnation of Bahamut's wife." Calcifer spoke slowly, like he was trying to avoid overwhelming himself again. "And that he... might actually be a wicked soul?" He pressed his hands together nervously. "But he did create our planet, right?"

    Yuna shrugged. That part of the whole Aeon mythos hadn't really come up.

    "Then what about Cosmic Blessing?" the duraludon asked. "Why would he bestow us a means to fight back against World Ender's corrosive energy?"

    "Even a wicked person can do a few good deeds here and there," Yuna responded.

    "Wow, that was almost sagely," Reshiram mused. "And, truthfully, I don't even remember Bahamut bestowing any of his light onto anyone. Us Sages existed cuz of continuously recycled light blessings."

    Could it have been a complete accident, then? Perhaps a side effect of Bahamut losing his light when struck by a devastating Eternatus attack?

    Maybe that was worth eventually investigating.

    "You can try to get a hold of Mom and talk to her if you don't believe me," Yuna continued. "She thought I was lying, too. But now we apparently have Bahamut's journal. And it paints him in a much darker light."

    Calcifer stared at her blankly. Yuna then realized the atrocious pun. She squished her hands into her face. "Ugh. Sorry. Accident." The drakloak shook her head. "Point is, his Phantom is actively antagonizing us and I expect it to continue doing that."

    "I see." Calcifer slowly stood up. "But what do you expect me to do with this information? We've heard about the things happening to Radiance. Entire cities under attack from World Ender's forces while we've remained safe." He looked toward Bahamut's picture again. "Our people need something to believe in so they don't lose their resolve."

    It wasn't unreasonable. Yuna doubted telling the whole kingdom their religion was a bunch of lies would do anyone any good right now. Still, there had to be something she could offer.

    ... Wait, the attacks!

    "The attacks? Yeah, we stopped those." Yuna clasped her ectoplasmic chest. "Radiance's leaders haven't done much of anything. It was all us."

    That last sentence looped in Yuna's head.

    All us... all us... all...

    Ectoplasm rippling, Yuna shot into the air. "That's it!"

    Startled, Calcifer almost walked back into the door. "What's it?"

    "Yeah. I'm in your head and I'm still lost," Reshiram said.

    "If we want to get ahead of the empire and these stupid anomalies, then we need numbers." Yuna darted toward Calcifer and hugged his left arm. "Thanks, Dad."

    "For what?" Calcifer blinked slowly. "I'm still not even sure what's going on here!"

    Sure, Yuna had come home to take a break, but she had an idea. A spark. And it didn't involve fighting, either. Just a few conversations. She'd figuratively kick herself if she didn't follow it now.

    "It'll make sense down the line," the drakloak promised, flying back toward her bed. "I've gotta get going. But I should be back, uh, soonish!"

    "But I still don't know how you got here in the first place!"

    "All in time, Dad," Yuna assured him. This was the most energetic she'd felt in a while, so she had to seize the momentum. "See ya later."

    "Yunavresca, wait!"

    But Yuna had already formed a rift with familiar, muggy tar pits on the other end. With a final farewell wave to her confused father, she flew into it, ready to put her idea into practice.

    XxX​

    It was surprisingly easy for Noctum to get Guzzie to agree to let him use the kitchen. The guzzlord was too focused on some argument involving Igneous, Scarlett, and Vegna. Noctum was more than happy not to get involved and Valkyrie seemed quite keen on getting far away from the dusknoir.

    What was less easy was actually using the kitchen. Not only was Noctum not familiar with where things were, but some of the equipment was guzzlord-sized. The black charizard flew around to reach the necessary shelves. It was just extra work when he was already tired. But he managed to find the ingredients for the stew and had it all boiling in a thankfully normal-sized pot after poking around long enough.

    "I don't know how you do it sometimes."

    Noctum glanced at Valkyrie. The garchomp had her back do him, dorsal fin resting on a metal table that probably served as a place to cut ingredients.

    "Do what?"

    "Keep wanting to help people."

    Noctum slowly stirred the stewpot, saying nothing. They'd treaded this ground before. He wasn't really sure he could offer anything else to Valkyrie.

    "I guess I can understand it for Yuna's family," she continued. "They got you off the street and all that."

    "And I really don't like being reminded of it," Noctum growled, eyes fixed firmly on the pot. The contents simmered and the steam was nice on his snout. "I've moved on." He tightened his grip on the ladle. "It's not worth comparing our pasts."

    Valkyrie didn't respond to that at first. There was only metallic clicking. Probably the garchomp's claw against the table.

    "I wish I could turn it off like you could."

    Noctum raised a brow, but kept slowly stirring. "Turn what off?"

    "The instincts. My, uh, assassin's drive, I guess," Valkyrie mumbled amidst her clap tapping.

    "I don't... know?" Noctum wasn't in Valkyrie's line of work.

    Tap. Tap. Tap. "But you go from battling to... doing menial chores like it's nothing." Judging from her tone, Valkyrie didn't approve of Noctum's response.

    Sighing, Noctum rested the ladle on the side of the pot. "I do care for Yuna. And I want to try and keep her safe, sure. But it's not like I'm some skilled warrior or anything. Baraz is actually the better fighter."

    Is? Was? Things might've changed thanks to Noctum's stupid belly crystal.

    "I guess it's easy for me to turn off those 'instincts,' because my first inclination isn't to fight." The black charizard grabbed the ladle and resumed stirring. "You were trained for that sort of stuff. Honestly? The best person to talk to is Gene."

    That got a growl. And faster tapping of claw against table. "Yeah, but he had some stupid emotional support dogbirdfish thingy to 'deprogram' him or whatever. And was also conveniently banging him on the side."

    Noctum's tail flame sparked. He stepped back from the stove, inspecting the oven underneath and the floor to make sure he hadn't burnt anything. No scorch marks, to his relief.

    "Well, we do have Widget."

    Something thumped behind him. Now Valkyrie was leaning her front side on the table. "Who was built by the guy we're trying to stop," she growled. "I don't care what fancy voodoo Yuna's kid did, he could still turn against us."

    "Right..." Noctum doubted it was that simple anymore. He stepped back up to the pot and resumed stirring. He couldn't keep this conversation up. Was there an easy exit?

    Glimpsing his dirty, rippled reflection in the stew, he realized there was. It was a nasty option, though. Did Noctum really want to go there?

    "Don't space out on me, dork."

    Okay, fine.

    The black charizard sighed. "So, you don't want to talk to Gene because you think you know what helped him." He paused. The ladle lightly dinged against the edge of the pot. "But you're dismissing one of the options."

    He swallowed hard. "Guess that means you should start sleeping with someone."

    Claws scraped against the table behind him. Noctum stirred a bit faster, trying not to flinch.

    "There is that salazzle wandering around the place," he continued. "I bet she could make it so you don't even remember. And she and Igneous hate each other's guts, so I doubt he'd get mad at—"

    Valkyrie's head struck him right between his shoulder blades. Yelping, Noctum accidentally flung the ladle out of the pot, striking the black wall opposite him. The ladle fell into a gap between the stove and the wall. He spun around and his heart rate spiked. Poison dribbled on the tip of Valkyrie's raised claw.

    "Do you want to die?" The garchomp was completely straight-faced. "Because keep running your mouth and we might see an unfortunate accident."

    Noctum's hungry lizard brain was in control. He pushed Valkyrie's right arm back. "We both know you won't do that." He matched her serious expression. "You asked for help, then rebuffed my answers. I thought you wanted fluent sarcasm."

    The black charizard raised his hands innocently. "So, can I take this off the pot now or do you want to threaten me some more?"

    Valkyrie's jaw slackened slightly. She stepped back. The poison disappeared from her right claw. "Yeah, sure." She pivoted away from him. "Just full of surprises, huh?"

    Blinking slowly, Noctum shut the stove off and grabbed the pot. His fire-typing meant he didn't have to worry about any heat in the handle.

    "I guess I am." He set the pot down on the large table opposite the stove. "And I'm sorry. I just wanted an out from the conversation. Thought that... if I went to unmentionable territory you'd back off."

    Valkyrie snorted. "Unmentionable?"

    "W-Well, those sorts of things don't make for proper conversation, so..."

    Shoulders sagging, Valkyrie shook her head. "You are such a dork."

    Noctum tittered. He looked around the kitchen. "I'll see if I can find us some spoons."

    And then a psychic force flung the kitchen door open. A familiar salugia hopped in through the doorway. "Hate to interrupt your, uh..." She glanced at the duo and the pot of stew. "Training for a couple's cookoff?" Jade shrugged. "Eh, sure. Let's go with that. Anyway, uh, we might have a bit of a situation?"

    Valkyrie looked like she suddenly aged a decade. "What kind of situation?"

    "Apparently Yuna's recruiting new resistance members." Jade laughed nervously. "En masse."

    Scowling, Valkyrie stomped up to the door, shoving the squawking salugia aside. Noctum started after her, then doubled back for the stew, then flew out of the kitchen.

    It was a lot more crowded in the restaurant than before.

    "Razim, eh? Nice to meet'cha. Name's Skorp! And this here's Skorp, Skorp, Skorp, Skorp, Skorp, Skorp, Skorp, and Skorp."

    Most of them were familiar skorupi. The mutant incineroar hands on their little arms and tails weren't any less creepy than before.

    "Officially, eh, we're neutral in this whole business," Skorp continued, walking across one of the tables. "But unofficially, Gene's a bestie, so you bet your bippy we ain't aboot to sit still. Got plenty o' skorps around to maintain the tar factory and keep the emperor happy while the rest of us help out here."

    Noctum looked down. "I think we're gonna need more stew..."

    "And a heaping load of painkillers for my aching head," Valkyrie growled. She'd pulled her X-transceiver out of her ear frill. "Guess who's not picking up? Cyril." She glared at the device like it would somehow send her anger over to the zoroark. "Oi, Cid. Get that lazy fuzzball up here. We have, uh, new recruits."

    She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. "I thought Yuna said she wanted a break."

    "I did, too," Noctum mumbled. He wondered what could have happened to turn things around so quickly.

    The black charizard was also struggling not to drool into the stew. Its smell was getting too hard to resist. And he wasn't even trying his best with cooking this!

    "Seriously?" Valkyrie barked into the X-transceiver. "No, fine. It's whatever." She scowled at it. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I know what's going on. Great. Delightful. Happy for them. I'll kick both their asses when they're done." The garchomp angrily put the X-transceiver back in her ear.

    "Looks like we're on our own, here."

    Noctum gulped. "Cyril's not available?"

    "He's busy taking a ride with Seifer."

    "To... where?" Noctum blinked slowly.

    Valkyrie stared incredulously at him. He looked back in confusion.

    "Seriously? After what we just discussed?"

    Noctum tilted his head.

    "God, you really are a special kind of dense, huh?" Shaking her head, Valkyrie stomped back toward the kitchen. "Bring the stew. Let the guzzlord corral the newcomers."

    Noctum turned around, biting his lip. "Wait, but you still haven't told me where they went!" He flew after her, silently hoping that, wherever Yuna was, she knew what she was doing.
     
    Chapter 74: Lingering Secrets
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 74: Lingering Secrets

    Entry 3501
    Why why why why why why

    Why can't it just get out of my head?

    I'm not some renegade. Wanting to rid the universe of a monster is natural! People just refuse to see reason!

    I must get more power. The power to stop Eternatus.


    XxX​

    Seifer stepped through the rift into the dusty fields of Shaftra Monastery. It had only been a day, yet so much changed it felt like he was looking at the dilapidated silver towers and glass domes for the first time.

    He glanced over his shoulder. "They're meeting us out here, right?" The buildings didn't exactly have standard front doors the keldeo could knock on.

    "Right." Widget hopped out next to him. The cosmic silvally blinked rapidly. Adjusting to the bright light after being out all that time, no doubt.

    "You sure you're up for this?" Seifer asked. "You still look a bit out of it."

    "I'll manage." Widget stood up straight. "And I could ask you the same question."

    Seifer frowned. "In what way?"

    Widget's cheek bolts glowed purple and yellow. In a surprisingly good imitation of Nikki's voice, he said, "I'm surprised the dude's even walking straight." After a pause, he added, "Or walking gay."

    The keldo's cheeks reddened. He fought to keep his prosthetic horn from flickering.

    But Widget's impression wasn't done. "Least we can say there's nothing secret about that sword anymore, if you know what I— ouch!"

    Seifer lifted his right forehoof off Widget's left talons. "Really?" He eyed the cosmic silvally disapprovingly. "You were out cold for all of that."

    "Yeah. But people talk." Widget laughed nervously.

    "Evidently." But Seifer hadn't helped his case with the sharp reaction. "Yes, I'm with Cyril now. Will that be a problem for you?"

    "As long as you're happy." Widget's cheek bolts rotated once in their sockets. "And the emperor gave me noise dampeners, so your horizontal boogieing won't bother me. But if you really want privacy, find a better spot than his dang workshop."

    The blushing only got worse. Seifer glimpsed another rift out of the corner of his eyes and took a few calming breaths to steady himself.

    So what if he was sore? It wasn't Widget's business.

    Seifer stood at attention for Archie and Maxie. "Just you two scamps, huh?" The dark samurott stroked his jagged mustache. "Expected more of a crowd."

    "Don't criticize." Maxie nudged up his goggles. "Mewtwo's through here." The ghostly typhlosion beckoned the duo to follow.

    They walked into the rift and, surprisingly enough, found themselves in an infirmary. Or the dilapidated remains of one. The monks tried to maintain things as best they could, but Seifer figured there was only so much they could do to get ages worth of rust out of metal shelves and cabinets. They were lined with jars full of strangely-colored liquids. Perhaps medicinal berries they'd turned into paste?

    A couple of lucario bobbed their heads politely to Archie and Maxie and headed for the door behind Seifer. "Heal Pulse users?" the keldeo wondered.

    "You know it." Archie went up to the foot of one of the rusted metal cots and thumped it with his jagged seamitar. "Oi, you up? Ya got company."

    The green blanket folded over. Gene slowly sat up. Seifer eyed the bandages wrapped around the shadowy mewtwo's arms and torso. That weird second curved neck of Gene's had a brace on it that Maxie kept looking at. Seifer assumed Gene constantly tried to pull it off.

    "You should see the other guy." Gene laughed weakly, only for it to fade into a wince. He grabbed his bandaged torso.

    "Really? Jokes?" Widget marched up to the bed, his starcloud neck ruff twirling around in irritation. "From what I heard, you were on death's door!"

    Another weak laugh. Gene cut himself off quicker this time. "Heh. Wouldn't be the first time that rotten pile of crystals killed me."

    "This is serious, Gene!" Widget hopped up, putting his forelegs on Gene's bed. "Did you know about what Bahamut did to himself?"

    "No." Gene's answer was firm. "It had been a while since I had to contend with him. I was afraid he was up to something. But taking his own life to become a Phantom?" Shuddering, he shook his head. "He really is that far gone, huh?"

    Seifer raised a brow. Gene did make it sound like Bahamut had betrayed the original resistance. And they fought, with Gene as the victor. Had they been fighting each other on and off all this time? That was what it sounded like, judging by the journal.

    Something still bothered him, though. The keldeo approached the foot of the bed. "That may be, but I think there's a gap you're not filling in."

    Wincing, Gene leaned against the wall behind his pillow. Somehow, he managed a smirk. "Really? Cuz I think someone beat me to that punch."

    Seifer's eyes briefly widened, only for a stern expression to kick back in. "You're a riot." He flicked his horn against the foot of the bed. "If you've the headspace for dirty taunts, then you can tell us the truth."

    There was a chuckle from behind Seifer. He turned around in time to see Maxie smack the back of Archie's head. "G'arr! Watch it!"

    The ghostly typhlosion's purple flames pulsated. "Then don't act like a child."

    A sighing Gene drew Seifer's attention back to the bed. "Fine." Gene tried to sit up straight. "Wasn't going to hide it. Just figured I should wait for a bigger squad."

    "Well, we're what you've got." Widget pushed his front half off the bed. "The others are dealing with... new recruits. Thanks to Yuna."

    There was a flicker of interest in Gene's eyes. "Guess a lot happened while I was out." He slowly reached up and touched his Malice Crystal. A strange blue cube materialized in his left hand.

    "Is that... a recording device?" Widget lowered his head, sniffing it with his beak. "How old is that thing?"

    "Older than you, Squirt."

    "I'm a third of a meter taller than you!" Widget squawked, his starcloud rapidly swirling around his neck.

    Gene looked at Seifer. "What about the human and that Overseer guy? Can we at least get them?"

    Sighing, Seifer turned his X-transceiver on. "Sigurd? You there. Gene's asking for you and Jaeger at the monastery."

    "A direct request, is it?" The hissing of Sigurd's respirator carried through the communicator. "Sure. We're in the main restaurant, actually."

    "They're in the main restaurant." The keldeo looked at Archie and Maxie. "Should we tell the monks to—"

    "I can... handle it." Gene's face scrunched up. He shakily held his left hand out.

    "Don't strain yourself, nitwit!" Widget scolded, but the rift had already formed next to the cosmic silvally. Seconds later, Jaeger wheeled Sigurd through it. The lycanroc mutt eyed Gene's injuries.

    "Lemme guess: 'You should see the other guy?'"

    Gene smirked. "See? This guy gets it."

    "What exactly are we here for?" Sigurd wondered. His gaze was firmly fixed on the blue cube. It was glowing now. In fact, it got a bit brighter with each second.

    "This." Gene gestured to the cube. "Think it's nearly done warming u— yep, there it is."

    The cube unleashed a pillar of blue light that formed a hologram. Seifer immediately stiffened, leveling his horn at the hologram on instinct despite knowing it wasn't here.

    "Xeromus?" Seifer's breath caught in his throat. "Why do you have this?"

    To that, Gene only put a finger to his lips. He focused on the hologram... and Seifer saw the longing in the shadowy mewtwo's eyes.

    "Hey, Gene. It's me. This is..." The hologram sucked in a sharp breath. "This is the hardest thing... I've had to do since before I met you."

    His voice wasn't nearly as raspy as Seifer remembered. And without a cloak and chains, Seifer saw white patches in Xeromus' fur.

    Did that mean... this was Nova talking?

    "If it's not already apparent... the mission didn't quite go as intended," Nova continued. He sounded tired. "Eternatus' core was exactly where we expected. And Matriarch was there. We were even able to stop her, but..."

    Static rippled through the hologram. Widget's head crest fanned out. "What's going on? Don't tell me this thing's damaged!"

    Again, Gene merely held his finger to his lips. The hologram settled down.

    "... Emerged to fill the power vacuum left behind." Nova looked down guiltily and his hologram was replaced by one of an even more familiar deoxys. "You know how we thought we eliminated all of Matriarch's deoxys? It turns out... there's a prototype we didn't account for."

    The holographic image pulled back to surround Paradox with several strange, blurry images. Seifer couldn't make any of them out properly.

    "The Paradigm's fully revived. They're all serving Deoxys faithfully." Nova sounded more tired than before. "I suspect... he has a fragment of that strange power we found in the core. This Red Chain."

    Seifer caught Sigurd's eyes widening. His respirator was hissing at a slightly faster rate.

    "He's sweeping across the Qliphoth even as I speak." Now the blurred images disappeared, replaced by holographic planets. Holographic chains shot out from one world to the next and wrapped themselves around each planet. "Planets that enjoyed a degree of autonomy under Matriarch answer directly to him. And I don't think he intends to stop until he conquers all of the Qliphoth."

    After a static flicker, the holographic Paradox appeared to be clutching the collection of planets with his right hand. The Eterna Empire sigil was firmly wrapped around them.

    "Chiron and I were confident Matriarch was lying." Nova's voice strained. "We thought her claims of needing to do what she did were her manipulating us."

    Paradox's hologram disappeared and Nova's returned. He shook his head glumly. "I was wrong. So, so wrong." There was a shuddering breath. "With Matriarch offline, we've gone from having someone who must control Eternatus... to someone who actively wants to."

    At the mention of "offline," Widget suddenly stood at attention. His eyes and starcloud pulsated erratically.

    Nova thrashed his head left, then right. He let out one of those raspy coughs that had previously sent chills down Seifer's spine. "No. Not yet. A little... longer. Please." He wheezed loudly.

    Gene's expression was stoic, but Seifer saw faint facial twitches. Enough to tell the shadowy mewtwo was trying to keep it together.

    "I'm sorry, Gene, but I can't stay," Nova whimpered. "Something happened to me in that battle. And I can... I can..." There was a faint hiccup behind the mask.

    "You have to carry the torch in my stead," he said. "Deoxys has to be taken out for the good of everyone." Nova took another shuddering breath. "And Bahamut... you must find a way to break through his Malice corruption."

    The hologram shook. Nova must've grabbed the recording device with his forelegs. "You understand? After what happened, Bahamut's only going to get more and more desperate to destroy Eternatus. But he can't!"

    "What?" Seifer's gaze fell to Gene. Wasn't the resistance's entire goal to ensure Eternatus could never be a threat again?

    "It's like I said," Nova let go of the recorder, "I was wrong. Eternatus... has to exist. It's... a part of the very foundation of our universe." He paused. "Bahamut will never accept that. The only way to ensure he doesn't make the same mistake I nearly did is—"

    Nova descended into a coughing fit and the hologram glitched again.

    "—time we meet, we won't be on the same side anymore." Nova's gray eyes were blurry with tears. "But I... believe in you, Gene. Always have. Always will. I know that, if our paths cross, you'll make the right choice."

    Nova took a shuddering breath. "Remember that last part." He coughed. "No matter... what anyone tells you..."

    He staggered back from the recorder, jerking his head left, then right. Nova stood there, legs trembling. Eyes darting around. After several seconds, he managed to steady himself and look into the recorder once more.

    "... Your choices matter."

    Nova hunched over. Even with the mask on, he was clearly in pain.

    "Take care... Gene. I love you."

    The hologram vanished. The blue light pillar retreated into the cube, which promptly stopped glowing. Gene quickly rubbed his face with his left arm, then swiped the cube off his blanket.

    "You always knew," Seifer whispered, gaze falling to the floor. "That's why your response to Yuna saying she thought Nova was Xeromus was so muted. You knew." The keldeo glanced at the others, trying to gauge their responses. Like him, Widget was staring at his chitinous forelegs.

    "He was right?" the cosmic silvally mumbled. "I don't understand." He looked at Gene, then at Seifer. "I thought 'Eternatus must survive for everyone's sake' was another one of the emperor's lies. But if that... that other silvally is right, then what else did he tell me that's actually true?"

    "A good manipulator knows how to cherry pick the truth to suit their agenda," Sigurd said, offering the closest to a sympathetic look he could manage when he could only move his eye muscles. "Even a broken clock is right twice a day."

    "And the prototype thing?" Widget wondered, starcloud and tail dimming. Seifer figured Widget realized there was now a hidden connection between the two. Which would make Paradox's callous disregard for the silvally sting even more.

    "Deoxys are meant to change forms to augment their abilities in battle." Gene clicked his tongue. "Never seen Paradox do that, though. My guess? Failed prototype." He shook his head, sighing. "Not to play armchair psychologist, but I bet being described as a failure gave the emperor a hell of a complex. So, he wanted to prove his creator wrong by doing a better job of controlling Eternatus than she ever did."

    "Hence that whole 'wanting to rule' comment," Sigurd mused. His ventilator hissed loudly.

    Seifer had to admit, he found it difficult to stomach. It was one thing learning the Kingdom of Radiance never destroyed Eternatus. But to hear the monstrosity is foundational to the universe? Seifer sat down and leaned against the foot of the bed. He couldn't afford to get dizzy now.

    "What did he mean when he said Matriarch went offline?" Widget looked mainly at Gene. "The emperor described her like a person. People don't go offline. Machines like me do." His eyes darted around. "Or, uh, maybe I would have in the past. It's confusing now."

    "Hmph." Maxie approached the bedside, nudging up his goggles. "The logical conclusion to draw here is that this Matriarch character was actually a machine."

    "AI."

    Widget's starcloud stopped swirling. His cheek bolts crackled.

    Seifer frowned. "Ayyaii?" That had to stand for something, right?

    "Artificial intelligence." Gene crossed his arms. "Matriarch was, essentially, a complex program. Going off what I gleaned from Mira and Nova, one that's impossible to replicate." His eyes flickered blue, creating projections of tiny silhouettes. "She had a number of android bodies at her disposal. The ones I remember most were a one-eyed lucario, a roserade, and an arcanine that was practically made of fire and brimstone.

    Seifer frowned. Gene had lost him. Lucario and roserade were pokémon he understood well enough. But that arcanine sounded almost... volcanic in origin. Did the Aeon Kingdom have such arcanine among its population? A question for Yuna or Noctum, he supposed.

    "Apparently these were 'avatars.'" As the projections vanished, Gene made air quotes. "Nova had seen her main body before, but Matriarch somehow blocked those files off from his memory banks before he fled and established the resistance."

    "An AI." Widget's eyes dimmed in thought. "But then... who created it? It had to have come from somewhere." The cosmic silvally glanced at the others.

    "No idea." Gene shrugged. "Nova's theory was that the Matriarch's existence is directly intertwined with Eternatus' core."

    Seifer lay his head on the metal rail at the foot of Gene's bed. "It's ridiculous," he mumbled. "In school we're taught the universe formed because of a giant explosion from a concentrated point of matter and energy."

    "Wow. Look at you sounding all scientific." Jaeger chuckled. Seifer rolled his eyes. "'s not unreasonable, mate. Plenty of universes come about that way." The lycanroc mutt scratched his head. "This'un's just... complicated."

    "Because of Leo, right?" Widget pivoted toward Jaeger.

    "Exactly," Jaeger said. "Unless Leo's not from this dimension originally, he must've had a hand in creating it. Somehow."

    "That's you speaking as an Overseer?" Seifer raised a brow.

    "Intern," Jaeger corrected. Seifer could practically hear a smirk that wasn't on Jaeger's face.

    "Same difference," the keldeo huffed, blowing hair out of his eyes. "Just tell me what I'm missing here or keep your quips to yourself."

    "Testy." Jaeger clicked his tongue. "But fair point, mate." He rested his paws behind his head. "When arceus exist... they usually emerge from eggs into nothing. Then they shape their universes."

    "Tch. No duh." Archie casually waved a seamitar around. "Alder says that's in his lorebook or whatever."

    Maxie held his left hand up to stop the dark samurott. "Let him continue."

    Frowning, Archie sheathed the seamitar.

    "Sometimes an arceus maintains a physical presence after creation." Jaeger held his paws up against the side of his hide, like he was pantomiming going to sleep. "Others will slumber away in a remote area until they're needed again."

    Widget's head crest fanned out. "Didn't you guys hatch Leo out of an egg?"

    "It hatched for Yuna," Seifer said. He supposed an egg could be considered a remote place to sleep. But that sounded so... ridiculous. "Why does he have the mind of a child, then?"

    "And the same name as the light dragon's child," Sigurd added. "Curious. I take it you have a theory, Jaeger?"

    The lycanroc mutt nodded slowly. "Somethin' right messed up this place's creation process. Your arceus got hurt. Sealed himself up to try and heal."

    Seifer locked eyes with Gene. The shadowy mewtwo's eyes flickered. "And by 'somethin,' you mean?"

    "Eternatus, of course. Thing ain't natural."

    "But you heard what Nova said," Widget squawked, cheek bolts flickering.

    "Yeh. Because it interfered, it's now a cornerstone of this dimension." Jaeger tapped the back of Sigurd's wheelchair. "C'mon. Someone ought to tell 'em."

    "Tell us what?" Seifer wasn't ready for more bad news to get dropped into his figurative lap.

    "He's talking about the time dilation," Gene said, arms crossed and head bowed. "Picked up on that, huh?"

    Jaeger chuckled. "Couldn't help it, mate."

    Seifer squinted at the lycanroc mutt. "Already knew about that one. Gene told us."

    "Well, loop the rest of us in, ya scamps!" Archie barked.

    "Time moves slower in Eternatus than outside of it," Gene said, arms still crossed. "Or, well, it did. Until recently."

    Seifer could have asked how recently, but he had a pretty good guess in mind already. "When all of this dimensional anomaly stuff started bubbling up?"

    "Bingo." Gene nodded slowly. "One day in Eternatus is the same as a day in Aeon or Radiance. Definitely wasn't the case before."

    That meant Cyril regularly dealt with time gaps for his Ryujin work. So, did it seem to the zoroark like barely a moment passed inside Eternatus before he got another request? Or had he spent far more time in Scale City?

    Seifer felt a headache coming on.

    "And you think that's tied to Leo waking up?" Widget wondered.

    "Hard to say." Gene leaned back again. "It's a lot to unravel."

    "Then might I offer some assistance?"

    Alder walked in, offering a friendly wave of his white-feathered wing. Koraidon walked up behind him, but judging by his purple and white colors, he wasn't the monk Seifer was familiar with.

    "Channeling that Overseer again, eh?" Archie said.

    "Aww, c'mon. My name's Vince, remember?" Vince's shoulders sagged. "Hasn't been that long since we talked."

    "You'll have to forgive him." Maxie patted the dark samurott's back. "His memory is best geared to remembering what he ate the other day."

    "Oi!" Archie leveled his jagged horn at the ghostly typhlosion. "I remember stuff plenty good."

    "We get it." Seifer pointed his horn at both of them. "Now, butt out." He glanced at Vince. "You're the one who told us to find Sigurd and the Overseer, right? Well, we got them."

    Jaeger turned Sigurd's wheelchair around to face Vince. "I assumed it had to do with the Red Chain," Sigurd said. "I'd been investigating it with Jaeger."

    But Vince didn't seem thrilled by Jaeger's appearance. In fact, the purple koraidon's dewlap deflated slightly as he turned to Seifer. "You've got the wrong guy."

    Seifer's expression fell in an instant. "Excuse me?" He wasn't sure whether to point his horn at Jaeger or Vince over this one. "I'm getting really damn sick of all these secrets. Someone say something."

    Frowning, Vince crossed his arms. "Big S did say there was someone named Jaeger around, but he's not who I wanted Yuna to find. The Overseer I'm thinking of is a human who turned himself into a miraidon."

    "What."

    Gene tried to sit up straighter in his bed, only to wince. "That wacky professor was an Overseer the whole time?" The shadowy mewtwo blinked. "I guess that does explain why he could treat me in the first place..."

    "Wait, but that happened ages ago!" Seifer said. Even with this time dilation thing, he was sure that was true. "He's gone now, right?"

    "I assumed he didn't survive the showdown with Matriarch." Gene tapped his Malice Crystal. "Or, well, the aftermath of it."

    Vince frowned. He looked like he was chewing on Gene's words. But before Seifer could press him, he instead asked Jaeger, "So, what's your deal then?"

    "Intern Overseer." Jaeger raised his right paw and crossed his digits. "If your boss is who I think it is, I interned under him. Til I had an accident in another world and ended up here. Cross m' heart and hope to die, mate."

    "Really?" Vince quirked a brow.

    Jaeger pointed his crossed digits at Vince.

    Seifer watched the two stare each other down. Was it really that simple? The keldeo hardly knew how this damn Overseer group truly functioned, so it wasn't like he could tell.

    "I see." Vince's feathers drooped a bit. "Guess the quarantine was wearing thin longer than Big S thought. No wonder they want to axe this dimension and funnel your souls to the Overworld."

    Now that was something Seifer couldn't let sit. "I beg your pardon? Are you implying this... nebulous shadowy group you work for wants to destroy the universe?!"

    Vince realized his tongue slip. His eyes widened. "It's just a want! Just a want!" The purple koraidon held his hands up. "They're not actually doing it. I mean, you guys are all still here, right?" He laughed nervously.

    "That's supposed to make me feel better?" Widget growled. His starcloud swirled around his neck.

    "I can... see how it wouldn't." Vince tittered.

    To Seifer's surprise, Jaeger cut in. "It is policy." The lycanroc mutt wrinkled his snout in disgust. "If a threat to multiple dimensions can't be contained or dealt with at its origin point, the last resort option is an apocalypse. Funnel everyone's souls to the Overworld to rest, then work with the deities in charge to end it and eliminate the weakened threat that no longer has a domain to draw power from."

    He paused. "Or if there ain't any deities, do things the old-fashioned way and blow the dimension up."

    "But they're not going there yet," Vince assured, running his webbed fingers over his dewlap. "Only discussing it."

    "Oh, my mistake. How reassuring." Sarcasm dripped from Seifer's words.

    Vince shrank back a bit. "I know it sounds bad. Like super-mega-terra bad. But they're not pulling that trigger. Especially since you're doing a bang-up job patching these anomalies."

    Seifer squinted. "We've only found two. Out of who knows how many."

    "Yes. Yes." Vince nervously twirled one of his long, feathery horns. "Buuuut that last one you closed up? It suppressed the others. So, things have stabilized a bit."

    Alder nodded along. "That's right. I can scarcely detect anything for myself." The psychic braviary glanced at the golden wheel pendant around his neck. "I daresay Leo's bought your team a well-deserved break."

    "A break, huh?" Gene held his arms up and looked down at his bandaged torso.

    Seifer wasn't buying it. Was it really a break? Or was this some innate defensive measure the anomalies had to make themselves harder to find?

    "I hardly think this news is cause for relaxation," the keldeo huffed.

    "It is." Alder raised a white-feathered wing. "From what I can sense, our dimension is safe."

    "For now," Seifer countered. "We can't afford to get caught off guard."

    Widget stepped in front of Seifer. "You're right." The cosmic silvally slowly nodded. "But this is an opportunity."

    Seifer tilted his head. "Because of what Yuna's doing?"

    "Yeah. Think about it." Widget turned to Gene. "Some of them can help Cyril build us more equipment to use. Or we can train them to sniff out the anomalies. Or keep tabs on the empire. That kind of stuff." He looked back at Seifer. "It's a break in the sense of not having to fight, but it doesn't mean sitting around like lazy bums."

    Gene raised his left arm. "Except me. Bedrest guy."

    "Well, you can start brainstorming how we're supposed to deal with Necrozma," Widget scoffed, lightly kicking the edge of Gene's bed with a hind leg. "Maybe work with that Vegna guy. He seems to know about this Phantom."

    "Right." Gene didn't sound too pleased. "I guess... I can try that."

    The shadowy mewtwo kept stealing glances at Widget. Seifer wondered if Gene saw a bit of Nova in Widget just then. Nova was the leader at one point.

    "Is that everything?" Seifer looked at Vince. "By which I mean, you're not hiding anything else we ought to know, right?"

    Vince looked offended, but everyone else was eyeing him skeptically too. The purple koraidon scratched his head. "I, uh... don't think so?" His feathery horns stiffened. "Ah, no, wait. I'm pretty sure my boss is trying to do something to help you guys out. I don't know what it is, but it's something."

    Seifer rolled his eyes. "Lovely. Well, tell your boss it'd help more if we could actually speak with him."

    "I'll, um, try." Vince laughed nervously, only to wilt under Seifer's stern gaze. "C-Copy that, sir." He stood at attention. "I guess I'll, uh, get going. And stuff."

    "Yeah. You do that." Seifer didn't take his gaze off the purple koraidon.

    "Actually, we ought to head back to the outpost," Widget said. "Got new recruits to whip into shape, after all."

    "Go easy on the skorps, all right?" Gene said, slumping back down in his bed.

    "And you actually rest up." Widget nudged Gene's blanket. "We need you fighting fit. Understood?"

    "What are you, my mom?"

    Widget glared at Gene.

    "Fine, fine."

    Satisfied, Seifer turned to make for the infirmary exit.

    "Oh, Pony Boy."

    The keldeo froze midstep. "What?"

    "Cyril's pretty mind-blowing once he gets going, isn't he?"

    Seifer hurried out of the room before his face could get as hot as Maxie's flame collar.
     
    Chapter 75: Old Stomping Grounds
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 75: Old Stomping Grounds

    TO: Emperor Paradox
    FROM: Cassius
    RE: Missing Sage

    I remain unable to acquire any direct Aeon scriptures that identify exactly who the fairy sage is. It seems the only Aeon materials in all of Radiance belong to the Ryujin... who keep them confined to their underground city. And there's no distortion anywhere near it. Either they've had remarkably good fortune... or the Aeons are directly helping keep distortion away from their settlements.

    Perhaps the Medicis can help me draw out the king and queen in our opponent's stacked deck. The idiot nickit is already rallying his "brothers" to aid in the Tulpise operation.


    XxX​

    Horizon Academy was eerily quiet. Sure, the rolling green hills appeared maintained. But when Igneous stepped through Noctum's rift into the main school building, he was met with dead silence. The only light was from the sun filtering in through windows. Hallway doors were firmly shut. Vegna's classroom door was locked and the curtains drawn to block out any sunlight. There wasn't even a single meltan roaming the hall.

    "It's dusty," Scarlett mumbled behind him. The dragonair eyed a layer of dust on her tail with a frown. "Guess they're not keeping up with cleaning."

    The grovlazzle didn't respond. He still wasn't sure what to make of Vegna foisting Scarlett onto him. Sure, maybe her muse powers could pacify anyone who gave them trouble. But that wasn't going to make things less awkward. Deep breaths, Iggy.

    "Well, Vortex is in jail for high treason," Igneous said, recalling what he'd heard from his father. "And Arianna is gone. Kind of hard to maintain this place when the ones in charge aren't around."

    He supposed Queen Isola could assign someone to watch over the school. Maybe they just didn't care about the unimportant building corner where Vegna's office and classroom were tucked away.

    "Kind of crazy to think about, huh?" Scarlett slithered up to his side. "He was practically on top of the world... and then this."

    "Tch." Igneous approached the door to Vegna's office. "Obviously Isola was waiting for a chance to stab him in the back. And your hijacked concert gave her the perfect opportunity."

    Scarlett's tiny wings drooped. "Oh..."

    "Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for Vortex."

    The dragonair stiffened. "N-No." She shuddered. "Just hurts to remember how involved I am in this."

    "Well, we have an assignment. So focus." Igneous mentally kicked himself for berating her. Putting up emotional walls wasn't the answer here. But it was what he knew. What the grovlazzle was comfortable with.

    To Igneous' relief, Vegna's office door was unlocked. He turned the handle and stepped inside to find it mostly empty. The desk was bereft of papers or office supplies. The shelves had book stands with no books to prop up. Vegna must have cleaned out.

    And yet, there was the safe. Black and square and firmly bolted to the wall at the back of the room. It had a handle and a keypad with a skull surrounding it.

    "He gave you code, right?" Scarlett whispered.

    "Yeah." Igneous sized up the skull. There were small springs built into the jaws. The fangs were as sharp as Valkyrie's claws. Was this thing designed to bite someone's hand? Then why did Vegna have such a stupidly easy code for it?

    The grovlazzle knelt down and punched 0-8-0-0 into the keypad. It lit up green. Hydraulic whirrs followed. The moment they stopped, Igneous grabbed the handle and turned it. He swung the safe door open. The inside was as jet black as the outside, making the key card and papers inside stand out even more.

    Igneous grabbed them with his right hand. Like Vegna said, the papers had steps to get into the library's restricted section. There was also a long list of strange numbers. Apparently they were copies of old documents in storage.

    "This doesn't make any sense," Igneous mumbled. "It sounds like Vegna already found what he was looking for. Why does he need me retracing his steps?" He thought about switching on his X-transceiver, but realized Vegna didn't have one. Igneous would only end up playing broken telephone.

    "Maybe he wants you to see the material for yourself," Scarlett said. "I mean... your dad does own a news outlet. If Vegna knows something damning, indirectly leaking it to the press is one way to get the truth out in the open."

    Igneous stood up. He turned the key card over in his left hand. It was pure white. Nondescript and assuming on the surface. But Igneous knew most of the academy doors required ID card access after hours. Was this some sort of skeleton key?

    "He's an inquisitor," Igneous said, squinting at the card. "If he thinks someone committed a crime, why wouldn't he just arrest them? Or report it to his boss, Justine?"

    A possible answer occurred to him. And it made Igneous swallow hard.

    Unless it involves her.

    He turned away from the safe. "Let's get going."

    Scarlett slithered back into the hallway. "Do you think anyone's in the library right now?"

    Igneous followed her, shaking his head.

    XxX​

    "Everything's closed up. I bet no one's around."

    Justine stood at the foot of the prison hospital bed, eyeing the sickly charizard lying surrounded by globs of mucus and saliva. A tan, itchy-looking blanket lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, next to an erratically flickering tail flame. The monitors beside the bed showed a steady, but rapid heart rate and a temperature far higher than what was apparently healthy for a charizard.

    "So, Dr. Rafique, in your medical opinion, he's nowhere good enough to stand trial?" The virizion turned to the zarude hunched over Vortex. Rafique pulled Vortex's sweaty hospital gown down enough to place a stethoscope on the charizard's chest.

    "Sky-high fever and rigors." Rafique stood up straight. He pulled an alcohol wipe from the pocket of his white coat and thoroughly scrubbed the stethoscope with it. "Lungs sound awful. Blood pressure's barely holding with pressors and his heart rate's through the roof. The picture of sepsis, except his cultures are negative and he hasn't responded to the antibiotics."

    Justine rolled her eyes. She hadn't asked for his whole medical situation. "That's going to be a 'no,' then?"

    "Not just a no. A hell no." Rafique slung his stethoscope around his neck. "You oversee this lockup, Madame High Inquisitor. Are you sure security footage didn't catch anything strange?"

    Vortex was in solitary. The only person who had visited him prior to his illness was Vegna for interrogation purposes. "Are you suggesting someone poisoned him?" the virizion asked.

    Rafique shrugged. "You're the inquisitor here. You tell me." He stuck his hands in his white coat pockets. "If it was just this, maybe I'd try searching the solitary cells for some mold or bacterial overgrowth. But for this to happen on top of Tesla's sudden brain death..." He shook his head. "I'm a doctor. I don't believe in coincidences."

    "Do you think his brain is infected?" Justine jerked her head in Vortex's direction.

    "There was only a bit of swelling on the CT scan," Rafique said, frowning.

    "Then do more tests." The virizion stomped a forehoof down. "Tap his spine. Do fancier scans. Whatever! I need him healed. That's why I brought you here."

    The zarude turned away from her. "Well, that's a lot harder to do when your wife froze all his assets. Someone has to pay for these tests. And with nothing on hand, that 'someone' will become the taxpayers."

    "Then I'll petition the court to have his accounts allocated to his treatment," Justine huffed. "Just do what you have to."

    "All right. Fine. Don't get those fishnets of yours in a twist." Rafique waved dismissively. "And Tesla?"

    "What about him? He's brain dead."

    "And yet, despite knowing better as a scientist, his will says 'any and all life-sustaining measures.'" Rafique watched the monitors beside Vortex's bed. "So, we have to keep him on the ventilator. He'll need a trach and a peg for breathing and feeding soon enough."

    Justine rolled her eyes. Even as a vegetable, Tesla was determined to be as obnoxious as possible. "Fine. I'll see what I can do."

    "Good." Rafique turned to leave. "Then I suppose we're do—"

    Vortex's heart monitor turned bright red. Loud beeping rang up. The charizard abruptly jerked, then went still. His limbs rhythmically spasmed. His head repeatedly slammed against the pillow. Frothy saliva pooled around Vortex's lips.

    "Oh, son of a—" Rafique slammed a blue button beside Vortex's monitors.

    "Rapid response at bed fourteen. Rapid response at bed fourteen."

    "Doctor?" Justine shuffled back and tore her gaze away. "Doctor, what's the problem here?"

    "What does it look like? He's seizing! Get that benzo in his line, now! And prep him for a bedside spinal tap the moment we get him under control!"

    XxX​

    The skeleton key got Igneous and Scarlett through every hallway door. Into a staircase leading down to the main floor. It even opened up the library's large oak doors. Inside was just as dark as the halls. Slits of sunlight slipped through small cracks between closed curtains and the windows. Igneous could scarcely make out more than the big, round circulation desk and the outlines of rows of desks and bookshelves littered behind it.

    "Do you know where this restricted section is?" Scarlett whispered. "I didn't even know there was a restricted section."

    Hence the name, Igneous thought. He kept the scoff to himself. The grovlazzle conjured a tiny flame in his hand and examined Vegna's instructions. "Back corner. Our left. Just make sure not to bump into anything."

    Igneous held the papers at his side and grew the flame enough to at least make out the navy blue carpet better than before. He tiptoed his way past desks that, like the hallways, had dust collecting on them. They haven't even had the meltan maintaining this part of the building?

    "Aren't you creeped out at all by the fire stuff?" Scarlett wondered, slithering slowly behind him. "You've been grass your whole life. Doesn't this mess with your instincts?"

    Igneous made it past the desks and checked to see which aisle between the bookshelves led anywhere. "Weren't you creeped out by all the psychic stuff your diva powers gave you?"

    He heard Scarlett stop slithering. "I suppose that's fair," she mumbled. Her slithering got slower. Igneous scolded himself for not taking a softer approach.

    The grovlazzle found a strange partition in the wall. He walked around it and found an empty hallway leading to a nondescript wooden door. One with an electronic scanner next to it and several large metal bolts running across it.

    "Sure looks 'restricted area' to me," Scarlett said, a nervous edge to her voice.

    Igneous noticed a couple of cameras at the other end of the hall. Was anyone even monitoring them? Well, it wasn't like Igneous had the means to shut them off. And as he got closer to the doors, he realized the cameras weren't following his movements.

    "Uhh, I don't suppose your instructions say what to do if the door's already open, do they?"

    "What?" Igneous held his hand forward. Scarlett was right. The metal bolts weren't attached to their locks on the right side of the door. Someone had been here earlier. Or was here right now.

    Igneous shifted the papers and key card to his left hand, then summoned his crimson honedge in his right.

    "I'm sorry, did you just conjure a sword?"

    "Not now," he hissed, grabbing the door's handle. Small bulbs illuminated stone stairs. There was no way these were meant to always be on. Certainly not while the rest of the school was dark. Igneous held the honedge up and crept down the stairs. He didn't hear slithering behind him.

    If someone was there, Igneous wasn't risking saying anything to Scarlett. He kept going down one step at a time. The honedge was at the ready.

    The stairs led to a small hallway that went left and right. Vegna's instructions said what Igneous needed was on the left.

    ... And that side was already lit up. He stole a glance at Scarlett, who was coiled up on the top step. Starlene gave her psychic powers, right? Maybe if he tapped his skull, she'd pick up on it?

    The dragonair's eyes lit up. Her neck bauble turned pink. A faint outline of Starlene showed up over Scarlett. "What's the deal?"

    It wasn't like Igneous could actually use telepathy, but he just had to, like, think loud enough. If there is someone in here, they're in the room Vegna wanted us to go to. You may have to be ready to, I dunno, sing 'em a lullaby or something.

    "A lullaby?"

    To put them to sleep.

    "Huh. Good idea. All right."
    Scarlett and Starlene nodded in unison. "Send a signal if you need us."

    Igneous frowned. What kind of signal?

    Starlene shrugged. "Shoot fire out of your butt? I dunno. You're smart. You'll come up with something."

    Igneous regretted asking. Tightening his grip on the honedge, he crept toward the open doorway. He saw white squares creeping into his view—

    The back of the grovlazzle's neck prickled. Igneous jumped back and narrowly missed a spark of pink energy.

    "I know you're out there! Don't make any sudden movements!"

    Igneous' breath practically caught in his throat. He quickly dispelled the honedge.

    That voice... Shimmer?!

    The icy ponyta appeared in the doorway seconds later. He still had flowing white hair and nine snowy tails like when Igneous had seen him on the supply train. It wasn't some one-time change, then.

    But why was Shimmer even here in the first place? Vegna didn't tip him off, too, did he?

    Unfortunately for Igneous, Shimmer must've remembered their previous encounter. His eyes narrowed and pink light twirled around his blue horn. "You." Shimmer leveled his horn at Igneous. "You're the creepy lizard mutant from the train. What do you think you're doing here? How did you even—"

    Shimmer shook his head. "Forget it. I'm making a citizen's arrest. You and... whoever's lurking up at the top of the stairs are coming with me."

    A squeaky "Eep" came from that direction.

    "Cover your ear frills, Iggy!" Starlene said.

    Stand down, Igneous fired back. I've got this.

    "Seriously?!"


    Igneous definitely did not have this. But he was damn well going to try, because something was up with Shimmer. He held his hands up innocently. "It's not what you think, Shimmer."

    The glow in Shimmer's horn intensified. "I never told you my name!"

    "You're not the only one in our class who got mutated," Igneous said, keeping his hands up. "Even with the changes... I can pick out those rugged good looks."

    "I cannot believe you said that with a straight face," Starlene scoffed.

    Igneous thought he might've died a little inside, but it was helping. Shimmer relaxed his stance. His horn stopped glowing. He eyed Igneous more closely. And that was when the grovlazzle saw the bags underneath the ponytales' bloodshot eyes.

    How long has he been here for?

    "You're the grovyle, aren't you?" Shimmer bit his lip. "The one Vegna said... is the reason stuff got screwed up in Venish."

    "No. Eternatus' forces did that," Igneous said. He glanced at the stairs. "I brought Starlene with me, actually."

    "Whoa, hey! Leave me outta this!"

    Shimmer's horn flickered. "What? But she's just—"

    Igneous frowned. "You're not about to say 'just a dragonair,' are you?"

    Silence. Shimmer retreated further through the doorway. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Got a lot on my mind right now."

    At least he wasn't threatening Igneous. The grovlazzle hesitantly stepped toward him. "You're not the only one. Seems like you've been through an ordeal."

    Shimmer looked at Igneous orange and yellow belly. He gave a bitter laugh. "Like you haven't?"

    "I got hurt badly by Eternatus' forces," Igneous lied. "Had to let the distortion mutate me to survive." He took another step forward. Igneous was in the doorway now. And Shimmer wasn't repelling him this time. Maybe Igneous could make some progress. Like finding out why Shimmer was here in the first place.

    "How about you?" he asked, trying to keep it simple.

    "You wouldn't get it," Shimmer muttered, turning away. "Your family's in journalism, right?"

    "Yeah."

    The ponytales stepped back into the room. Igneous had enough space to step inside. Each wall was lined with white file cabinets. There were alphanumeric codes along the sides that Igneous quickly realized lined up with all the random letters and numbers on Vegna's instructions. Only problem was several drawers were open and files strewn about the floor in between bottles with small amounts of red wine trickling out of their uncorked necks.

    "Then you don't have to worry." Shimmer shook his white, sparkly mane out. "Your parents don't keep life-altering secrets from you."

    Igneous almost snapped. His inner flames wanted to shroud his arms, but he kept them at bay. He took a calming breath instead.

    "You're absolutely right." Igneous hid his sarcasm as best he could. "Dad not telling me he was getting remarried until his wedding day? Definitely not a life-altering secret."

    The dumbstruck look on Shimmer's face made the reveal worth it. His eyes darted around, mainly between the strewn papers and empty wine bottles. "Oh." Shimmer's tails shriveled. Quieter, he added, "I had no idea."

    "I don't share it readily." Igneous shrugged, knowing full well he wasn't even scratching the surface of things.

    "Then why tell me?" Shimmer's gaze fell. "I've been nothing but an ass to you."

    "Because I don't need to be psychic to see something serious happened to you," Igneous replied. God, that sounded cheesy. But the grovlazzle had found a way forward. "I don't know why you're here. Or what you're doing. What I do know is that the Eterna Empire has to be stopped. So, it's not worth holding some petty grudge toward you over your smarmy attitude."

    Shimmer laughed bitterly again. "The bigger 'mon, huh?" He shook his head. "You were right to hold a grudge, though. I acted like I was better than everyone... when the truth is that my title is all I have." His ears folded against his head. "Bought grades. Eviolitis. I'm a nobody who couldn't do a thing to save his friends from this empire you speak of."

    Right. Paradox had taken almost all their classmates. And Artemis had reported Xander was all too eager to side with the deoxys to save his own hide.

    He didn't have to tell Shimmer that, though. No reason to make the ponytales any more upset.

    "Eviolitis, huh?" Igneous knew enough about the condition. "That didn't lead to your icy makeover, did it?"

    "Indirectly," Shimmer responded. "I wanted a way to counter it. To get some real strength."

    Igneous raised a brow. "So, you absorbed distortion?"

    "Not exactly." Shimmer's tails bristled. "But I... can't really talk about it." He looked around at the scattered papers. "Then again... maybe you trespassing is a good thing."

    The grovlazzle resisted the urge to defend himself or implicate Vegna. He looked around and realized the papers were actually laminated. Many were tan or brown and had wrinkles or tears to suggest they were rather old.

    "If you take this stuff to the Beacon..." Shimmer's voice trailed off.

    "You're going to have to be more specific," Igneous said. There were a fair number of files scattered across the gray stone floor. And Vegna had his own list of things Igneous was meant to search for.

    "It's easier to just show you." Shimmer's horn glowed pink. Several of the laminated pages floated into the air, arranging themselves like a paper wall had sprung up in front of Igneous. They looked like worn newspaper clippings. The headlines were easiest to read.

    Queens Calliope and Primrose Celebrating Radiance Day

    Shocking Royal Upheaval: From Prince to Princess!

    Princess Evangeline's Wedding Off After Bizarre "Falling Out"

    The Shut-In Zacian Queen: Where is Calliope?


    There were other similar titles about strange happenings with regards to assorted Radiant royalty. And more than a few headlines expressing skepticism about Queen Calliope, despite being accompanied by pictures of the large canine clutching a big sword.

    Igneous began to scan snippets of an article.

    Not long after the announcement, eyewitnesses report seeing Princess Evangeline leaving a restaurant in outer Dazzels alongside a female zebstrika and exchanging an affectionate nuzzle. Naturally, this has prompted speculation from the public as to whether or not the princess was having an affair. Of course, some of the older population will remember similar shocking developments before her mother, Queen Lillith's wedding. We reached out to Queen Lillith for comment and she simply stated that "My daughter's happiness in life is what matters first and foremost."

    As is always the case, Queen Calliope could not be reached for comment.


    Frowning, the grovlazzle's eyes moved to another clip.

    Despite concerted efforts to request interviews with Queen Calliope, we've remained unsuccessful. Attempts to ask the castle's servants have similarly been met with instructions to direct questions to Queen Alexandra or one of her advisors. Even when she appears in public events, she is always accompanied by Queen Alexandra. Calliope never utters a word, merely bowing politely or offering a small smile to those in attendance. And she is strangely absent at sessions of Parliament.

    We even had a trained psychic accompany us to the annual Dazzels Marathon, where the queens traditionally sound the starting horn. Attempts at sensing Calliope's aura were stymied by some unknown force that left our psychic dazed. It's understandable that the queen would want to protect herself from any psychic onslaughts, but what is there to worry about? The Aeons haven't ever gotten anywhere close to attacking Dazzels. And they surely never will.


    Igneous was surprised at how critical these snippets sounded. The Beacon was pretty much the lone paper out there that wouldn't eat up what the crown and Polaris said. And for that, they had most of their press privileges revoked. Instead, his father employed... underhanded methods to get the information.

    He headed to an article that looked a bit more recent, judging from the paper being whiter than the others.

    Princess Rapidash Isola and Primarina Florentino seemed like a match made in heaven. No wedding date was set, but most folks assumed they would marry shortly after graduation from Horizon Academy. But there will be no wedding bells in their future, as Florentino revealed to viewers and audience members at the Eldegoss Genesys Show that he and Isola had broken off their engagement.

    According to Florentino, Isola had grown increasingly distant from him the last couple of months of their final Academy year. This came to a head shortly before finals. Florentino returned to campus early, intending to surprise the princess, only to instead find her in bed with another classmate, Virizion Justine. Isola admitted she'd been seeing Justine for the past month and said in no small terms that her tastes in pokémon had changed.

    "She'll always consider me a friend, though," Florentino said to Eldegoss Genesys. A bevy of gasps from the audience followed on the show's airing.

    Isola's behavior is nothing new as far as the royal family goes...


    Igneous stepped back. He glanced at the file numbers on the pages' lamination. Then he compared them with Vegna's instructions. The grovlazzle quickly realized they matched up. What was he supposed to do, then? Had Shimmer gone to Vegna's office and just... memorized the file numbers or something? Why wouldn't the dusknoir mention that.

    He decided to play dumb. "What do I make of this?"

    "There's something wrong with my family," Shimmer said, dropping the laminated files back to the floor. He poked around at the wine bottles. Igneous quickly stepped to the ponytales' side, trying to nudge his head away.

    "I think you've had enough." Igneous held off putting his hand on Shimmer's back. "It's mid-morning, Shimmer."

    "I know that!" Shimmer spat. He stepped away from Igneous, then mumbled, "I didn't know that."

    "Maybe we ought to find you someplace to rest?"

    "I'm not drunk!" Shimmer growled, flicking white hair out of his eyes. "A bit hungover, maybe. But Pastel Veil helps with that, too."

    Igneous couldn't tell if Shimmer was blowing smoke with that claim. He silently raised a skeptical brow.

    "Besides." Shimmer's shoulders sagged. "You'd drink too if you realized all this stuff means your mother's planning to take over your body and become you."

    Now that was enough to flummox the grovlazzle. "Become you? She some superpowered zoroark?"

    "No." Shimmer's face twisted into a grimace. "I'm pretty sure... she's some sort of parasite. A body-snatcher who showed up in the aftermath of the Darkest Day and has been masquerading as my entire family tree, ruling the kingdom all the while."

    The ponytales looked Igneous in the eyes. "Come on. Your dad runs the Beacon, I'm sure the... strange patterns surrounding my family are a regular topic there."

    Igneous tapped his chin. With everything that had happened the last month, he hadn't given the Beacon's usual business any thought. But now that Shimmer mentioned it...

    "Radiance has never had a king." Igneous' eyes darted to some of the laminated newspapers. "Every queen has always married another lady. And supposedly, the princes that were born have always transitioned."

    Shimmer nodded slowly. "The queen and her consort always sire a single child. And every Radiant Queen has passed within a few months of the princess getting married."

    Igneous' brow furrowed. He had always dismissed the discussion because of one logical flaw. "It doesn't make sense." He pinched his brow. "Transfer orbs... are a Polaris product. There weren't ways to truly transition or let same-sex couples have eggs before them." Igneous paused. "Unless you're suggesting your family's constantly exposed itself to distortion."

    "That's not it." Shimmer glanced right, then levitated up a picture of Queen Isola. She had her chest armor on as usual. "It's the family heirloom. That oversized armor she's always wearing. I think... it's powering the body-snatcher."

    "But that's just a theory."

    "Demerzel's theory," Shimmer admitted.

    "Demerzel?" Igneous frowned. He barely knew a thing about the guy, but Valkyrie suggested Sakaki was keeping an eye on him. "You're working with him?"

    "What choice do I have here?" Shimmer let the picture fall to the ground. "I want to live. As Shimmer. Not... whatever this damned parasite has in mind." He stomped a forehoof down. "That's why you have to take this stuff with you. Bring it to the Beacon and get the word out there!"

    Igneous' jaw tightened. Shimmer was serious. The desperation in his eyes was plain as day. Igneous had seen Shimmer's guest spots on PV shows. And watched him briefly flailing in Benedict's trial. Acting was not his strong suit. Even the lower grunts on the Ryujin ladder could lie better than him.

    He knelt down and picked up the picture of Isola. Igneous looked intently at the armor piece. With its midsection that vaguely resembled some sort of canine.

    ... A canine with a red gem in its mouth.

    The back of Igneous' head burned. Faint images of Nova and a crimson canine getting dragged into the shadows by chains flickered over Isola's picture. Igneous instinctively reached his hand back and rubbed his head.

    It couldn't be, could it?

    A Red Chain fragment... here all this time?

    "How can you be sure Demerzel isn't playing you?" Igneous whispered, still looking at the picture and trying to blink away the images his inner flames were showing him. "If he's on Eternatus' side—"

    "They have his partner," Shimmer whispered. "Well, they had both of them. And because Demerzel resisted their blackmail, they sent one into battle." His ears folded. "She didn't survive her encounter with Vegna."

    "Wouldn't that give him all the more reason to work with them, then?" Igneous said, starting to gather up the papers. "Shimmer, this kind of news could set the whole kingdom ablaze."

    "Or it will make Mother desperate enough to do something stupid," Shimmer countered. "And let me have a shot at getting the heirloom away from her."

    "You really trust Demerzel, then?"

    "Not entirely. But he's not loyal to Eternatus," Shimmer said. The ponytales abruptly stiffened and looked around in a panic. "Wait, it's mid-morning! Crap, I can't stay here any longer!"

    "What?" Igneous stood up. "Dude, you're hungover. Whatever you plan on doing—"

    "I already know where Eternatus is striking next," Shimmer said, horn flickering. "The whole reason I came here was to gather up the meltan for Demerzel and Arianna. They're going to protect Tulpise."

    The grovlazzle tilted his head. A bunch of tiny little metal slimes... would protect a city against the Eternatus Troopers? It sounded more like Demerzel was setting them up for failure.

    "I decided to take a little detour here and clearly lost track of time." Shimmer levitated all the laminated materials up and thrust them in Igneous' direction. "I can't stick around. If you're staying here, maybe we can talk more later. But I have to go. So, move aside."

    "Maybe we should go with him?"

    Igneous jumped. Cripes, he'd forgotten Scarlett was there!

    "Yeah, sorry." The dragonair leaned against one of the unopened white file cabinets. "You guys were pretty sucked into your conversation. And, uh, I got a bit lost and didn't want to cut in." She blinked and shook her head. "But Igneous has fought the empire already. You saw it for yourself. May as well try and help."

    "And risk losing this evidence?" Shimmer again telekinetically shoved all the papers at Igneous. "Not a chance. Sorry, but I have to do this for myself. Your priority has to be taking these to your father."

    Frowning, Igneous took the papers out of Shimmer's psychic grasp. He wasn't about to kowtow to Shimmer's orders. But these were the pieces of evidence Vegna wanted. So, he was still going to take them.

    "Fine." Igneous tucked the evidence under his arm. "We'll take them to the Beacon." He turned away from the ponytales and winked at Scarlett.

    She picked up the gesture and uncoiled. "Yeah, sure." Scarlett feigned her annoyance well. "Hope you know what you're doing, buddy."

    Shimmer walked past both of them. "I do." And then he left the room and galloped up the stairs.

    Igneous and Scarlett stood there in silence until they heard the door to the restricted section open and shut. "So, now what?" Scarlett asked.

    "We take these to Vegna first." Igneous' expression sharpened. "Then we find a way to Tulpise. Not a chance I'm trusting whatever plan Shimmer's cooking up to work."

    Just the fact that Shimmer was this convinced the empire was readying an attack on Tulpise of all places had Igneous concerned. It wasn't a transport hub like Casaroja or Venish. And it was on the complete opposite side of the country from the capital. Why there?

    Something was definitely up. And Igneous had to get to the bottom of it.
     
    Chapter 76: Hot Off the Press
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 76: Hot Off the Press

    The Renegade cannot reconcile that the Benefactor embodies the Old World. That is why he ruined the Great Harmony. Why he relentlessly seeks the Benefactor's destruction. For every attempt the Benefactor makes at repairing the Universe, the Renegade lashes out, attempting to fragment it further.

    ~I Pilastri dell'Eternità


    XxX​

    The halls of Aeon Castle were abuzz with dragons scuttling about. A few kommo-o carried large crates brimming with berries, seeds, and assorted orbs. Two noivern flew on either side of a salamence, pulling wagons containing harnesses fliers could use to store equipment and supplies.

    Yiazmat floated at the end of the hall, amidst several stone pillars and black tapestry with white variants of Bahamut's star sigil woven into them. She pointed toward growing crate stacks and gave orders to the kommo-o.

    Sighing, Yuna turned away from them. She landed on a small table, taking care not to knock over the purple vase. While the drakloak was glad her mother had listened to her pleas to get Aeon's fighters more involved in things, a small part of her feared she was asking way too much from a bunch of dragons not well suited to what the Eterna Empire was cooking up.

    "They do have that move you call Cosmic Blessing, though," Rayquaza pointed out. "They art not truly defenseless. And thou art not looking to fling them onto the frontlines."

    True.
    Yuna took a deep breath. This was supposed to be a good thing. Especially with Yiazmat passing along news that their work had temporarily suppressed the rifts. Yuna really was getting a break from anomalies and fighting Phantoms.

    "Would you prefer a chair to lie down on, Princess?"

    Yuna looked up to see Baraz's bulky frame waddling into view. "I can't imagine lying around a vase is all that comfortable. Even for a ghost." The dracozolt chuckled.

    "True." Yuna didn't move. "But I think I'm all right."

    "If you say so." Baraz shrugged his tiny arms. "When do you plan on heading back into Eternatus?"

    "Not sure." Yuna rubbed her right shoulder. She knew Yiazmat asked Baraz to come home, but didn't think she'd actually run into him. And now that he was here, she couldn't help recalling the pictures from the museum in LaRousse.

    "By the way." The drakloak looked up at Baraz. "Um, have you thought at all about Eternatus and this Malice stuff?"

    Baraz raised a brow. "You mean do I think I look like this because of those things?"

    Yuna flinched. He's good. Guess wisdom really did come with age. "Yeah."

    "You saw something in the anomalies, didn't you?" Baraz sounded like he knew the answer already.

    Sighing, Yuna lazily ran a nubby hand across the table. "I did. One of the other dimensions had a pokémon like you, but the top and bottom half actually matched. Can't help but wonder if it's what you're supposed to look like."

    "Maybe." Baraz leaned over. "Maybe not. I never could remember anything before I showed up in Aeon, so it's hard to say."

    "Don't you want to know?"

    "I've asked myself that before," Baraz admitted, glancing at his bulky lower half. "And then I always think about whether knowing the answer would actually make me happy."

    Now Yuna had a read of her own. "I'm guessing that's a no."

    Baraz nodded.

    "So, you think it's better if I don't look into it?" Yuna asked, rubbing the right side of her head.

    "That's up to you. I trust your judgment." Baraz shifted his weight. "I simply ask that if you do learn something, you don't tell me." He paused, a pensive look on his face. "Unless me not knowing would put you all in danger, of course."

    "Right." Yuna focused on the vase. Some of the purple paint had chipped off it at some point. Pity. "I can work with that."

    "Glad to hear it." Baraz smiled. "Now then, I think your mother's waving me over."

    Yuna shook her head. "I hope it's to tell you to get some rest."

    "Ha." Baraz's smile grew. "These bones may be old, but they've still got some pep left in them."

    XxX​

    In some ways, the Radiant Beacon hub mirrored the Ryujin building at the center of Scale City. Namely in being a large tower that looked out over a city. Casaroja, in this case. The one-way glass windows surrounding the building gave Igneous a sense of exposure despite knowing full well no one could see inside. He looked at Casaroja Station in the distance. Still as gaudily red and orange as it had been the other day. No protestors gathered in the circular plaza, though.

    The grovlazzle fixed his gaze on a set of one-way glass doors. A red light atop them indicated they were firmly locked. Either Sakaki was busy... or he wasn't here. Though Igneous called ahead of time. Better be the former.

    "Can't believe the Grim Reaper's been sitting on this," Scarlett said, coiled on a circular chair with no back. "Given his reputation, you'd think he could blow the whistle."

    Igneous was a bit surprised with how quick Vegna okayed him taking these materials to the Beacon. Cyril scanned them into his computer and they were off to Casaroja before they knew it. As much as Igneous wanted to think this was a good thing, fortune hadn't been kind to him of late.

    "Maybe it's the opposite," he said, humoring Scarlett. "Maybe that reputation tied his hands. He had to play nice or Isola would throw him under the bus. Just like Vortex."

    Seifer, too. Though the keldeo wasn't rotting away in a jail cell.

    "Hmm." Scarlett tapped her tail against the side of the chair. "You didn't ask Vegna how long he'd known about this, did you?"

    "I didn't." Igneous looked at her. "Why?"

    "Err... it's nothing. Just thinking crazy."

    The grovlazzle raised a brow. "Well, now I'm more curious."

    Scarlett laughed nervously. "It's stupid." The dragonair's tiny right wing fluttered in place. "Like a cheesy episode of a PV show."

    "Doesn't answer my question."

    "What if Vegna's whole Grim Reaper reputation developed after he learned Isola's secret?" Scarlett shrank back a little, clearly thinking her theory wild. "Like either she's the reason... or Vegna targets her inner circle on purpose?"

    Igneous blinked slowly. Many of the names attached to the Grim Reaper rumors were high-ranking nobles. Hell, Igneous watched it happen in real time to that awful slurpuff. Shimmer called the guy his uncle.

    Still, the idea that Vegna would turn serial killer right under Isola's nose was out there. Making all those deaths look accidental? Even Valkyrie wasn't that good. And she had unnatural poisons to fall back on.

    Then again, he practices necromancy. Who really knew what Vegna was capable of, other than the dusknoir himself?

    The red light above the doors shifted to green. Igneous sat up straight as they opened. Sure enough, Sakaki stood in the doorway. Garbed in his usual black blazer with the Beacon's golden R sewn on the breast pocket. The nidoking gestured for them to come into the office. Igneous gathered up the evidence and marched through the door.

    Sakaki's top-floor office had a long oak desk in front of the one-way glass wall. Igneous saw the tiny slits in the black carpeted floor where metal sheets could emerge if Sakaki were to ever call a lockdown. There were similar tricks with the antique wooden shelves to the left and right. The blown glass baubles and trinkets were there for show. He knew full well those shelves hid a waypoint and some other sensitive items.

    What gave the grovlazzle pause, though, was a small wooden drinking natu, rhythmically bobbing into and out of a tiny glass of water. Igneous tensed a bit. He had made that drinking natu in elementary school as a Father's Day present for Sakaki. Igneous always assumed Sakaki trashed it a long time ago.

    "Anything about Tulpise?" Scarlett wondered, coiling up beside a square glass table. She looked at her blurry, fragmented reflection.

    "Nothing from the scouts," Sakaki responded. "Are you sure this intel of yours is credible? I had to shift around more than a few 'mons to accommodate this."

    "It was someone who's had a run in with Eternatus forces already." Igneous tightened his grip on the evidence. He wasn't about to drop Shimmer's name into the conversation.

    Sakaki stuck his hands in his pockets and walked back toward his desk. "And did it occur to you that, perhaps, they fed you a false lead as a trap?"

    Igneous inner flames sparked a bit. Thankfully his head leaf and tails didn't catch fire. "They're the same person who gave me these." The grovlazzle marched up to Sakaki's desk and placed the stack of pages down. He was a bit more forceful than necessary. "I don't think someone looking to launch a serious accusation against the crown would lie about Tulpise being in danger."

    "Unless they want everyone distracted so they can, say, carry out an assassination attempt." Sakaki spread the laminated pages out along his desk. The nidoking eyed them, tapping his chin in thought. "Deploying Radiant Guard there would leave Dazzels vulnerable, depending on the number of people."

    "And if the Radiant Guard isn't going?" Igneous wasn't in the mood to hear Sakaki play devil's advocate. When Sakaki raised a brow, he continued, "The same source was controlling the robot bugs that fought with the Eternatus Troopers."

    That got Sakaki's expression to soften a bit. He grabbed one of the evidence pieces and held it up, gaze focused on the code. "These were in some sort of filing system."

    "A secret restricted section in Horizon Academy's library," Igneous said. He saw the flicker of skepticism in Sakaki's eyes and tried to anticipate the likely follow-up question. "I have no idea why they're not secured in Dazzels. Perhaps they were taken to Horizon by someone else?" Like Vegna.

    Sakaki continued scrutinizing the papers. "They seem authentic." He rested his right hand on his desk and tapped a claw against the glazed wood. "So, the conclusion here is that every Radiant Queen is actually some sort of body-snatcher who's jumped from generation to generation?"

    "Yes." Igneous glanced at the papers. "I realize none of this directly proves the theory, but it does point to a very concerning pattern. Every male transitioned, in eras when such things weren't possible. Always marrying another lady. The Radiant Queen dying not long after her daughter weds. It sure looks like one person doing the same thing over and over."

    "I get that." Sakaki frowned. "But surely someone would've picked up on it."

    Igneous would've countered that, but Sakaki held up his left hand. "These papers did pick up on it. But I don't think any of them still exist today. The stories were probably quashed." The nidoking put his hands back in his jacket pockets. "I can try to run this... but it's going to be a significant risk. It would really help if I knew the source."

    There it was. Luckily, this was much simpler than dealing with his source for Tulpise. "Vegna." Igneous produced the instructions the dusknoir had given him and tossed them on the desk. "He's been investigating the matter."

    Interest flickered in Sakaki's eyes. "I see." He sifted through the laminated papers. "There's always been a rumor around the office. That the Grim Reaper deliberately targets nobles close to Isola. A strange sort of vigilantism, in that it deters criminals while taking Isola's allies out of the picture."

    The nidoking shrugged. "But I leave such gossip to the tabloids. Do you need these back?"

    "We made copies."

    "Then I suppose I'll get to work on this." Sakaki gathered the papers together, though his movements were sluggish.

    Igneous glanced at Scarlett and tilted his head toward the door. They were done here and could leave.

    "And how is... everything else?"

    The grovlazzle tensed. Sakaki wasn't serious, was he? This wasn't some sort of casual father-son chat. They both had work to do.

    "Fine." Igneous' reply was curt. "We need to get a move on."

    "Right." Sakaki's sigh was heavy. Papers shuffled behind Igneous. He gestured toward the door again. Started walking toward it.

    "I'll be visiting her grave in a couple of weeks if you want to join," Sakaki said.

    Igneous froze, right hand stuck out to press the button for the door.

    "With everything that's happened, I thought you might've forgotten her birthday's soon."

    You mean 'would have been soon.' Igneous fiery scales prickled. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah. Thanks for telling me. I'll keep that in mind."

    He ignored the worried look on Scarlett's face as she slithered out of the office ahead of him. Igneous instead turned on his X-transceiver. "We're done in Casaroja. Someone get us over to Tulpise."

    XxX​

    Igneous and Scarlett passed through a couple of rifts in silence. They didn't even acknowledge Noctum back at the outpost. Instead they pressed right on through to Tulpise's outskirts. Seifer, Quetzal, and Cid were stationed behind some trees on a grassy knoll overlooking the city. Its green and yellow buildings, many decorated in bushes and arrays of colorful vines and flowers, sparkled in the setting sunlight. Outside of rifts occasionally opening and closing at random in the otherwise clear skies, things were calm.

    "Nothing?" The grovlazzle jumped up, grabbing a thick tree branch and swinging himself on top of it. He sat on the branch and stared ahead, following railroad tracks toward Tulpise's outdoor train station. The dirt roads fanning out from it had a few scattered pokémon walking down. He couldn't make out their species from this distance, though.

    "Nothing." Spots glowing, Cid braced himself against the tree trunk. The lights faded from the orbeetle's head spots. "Sorry. Need a break. I can only keep my Dynascan active for so long away from Cyril's machines."

    "You're fine." Igneous waved Cid off. He didn't take his eyes off the city. Sure, Igneous didn't hold the highest opinion of Shimmer. But Shimmer sounded confident the Eternatus Troopers were readying a strike.

    "I don't like it." Seifer paced around the foot of the tree. "Shimmer told you he's working with Demerzel, right?"

    Igneous nodded.

    "What if Demerzel's trying to play both sides?" Seifer wondered. "Conning Shimmer into focusing on Tulpise while the empire attacks a more important city?" The keldeo stopped pacing to wince. "Err, not that I'm saying Tulpise isn't important. Just from a military standpoint—"

    "We get it, sir." Sitting next to Cid, Quetzal crossed one leg over the other. "Tulpise is a strange spot to attack. Does the empire want all its plants and farmland? One would think they could conjure plenty of that."

    "Thing is, I brought up similar concerns to Shimmer." Igneous crossed his arms. "And Shimmer assured me that he didn't need to move any troops around for this. It sounds like the Radiant Guard are staying where they're stationed."

    He glimpsed confused stares from Quetzal and Seifer. Neither said anything. Silence fell over the group, save for the sounds of Cid gulping down an elixir like he'd hit a pub after a hard day.

    "I take it whatever happened to your mom's a touchy subject?"

    Igneous' head leaf caught fire. He spun around. When had Scarlett climbed the— oh, right, dragonair. She simply flew up.

    "Is this part of trying to feel me out?" the grovlazzle mumbled. This was one trip down memory lane he wasn't up to take.

    "Guess so." Scarlett corkscrewed herself around the branch so she was at eye level with Igneous.

    "I'd rather not." Igneous looked away. "It's personal."

    Silence. Igneous assumed Scarlett was finding a different way to press him for details.

    "Fair enough." The dragonair lowered her head, resting it on the tree branch.

    Igneous blinked slowly. That was it? She actually backed off? He hadn't planned for that. And now the silence was awkward and oh god he should really say something.

    "Thanks." He shifted nervously on the branch. "For respecting my boundaries and stuff."

    "You're welcome." Scarlett looked like she wanted to say more, but went back to resting on the tree branch.

    Igneous began to relax a bit when Cid shot forward, spots pulsating pink. "By the station! People are pouring out of a train!"

    "What?" Igneous sprang to his feet, careful not to slip off the branch. He squinted, but couldn't make out more than blurs streaming out of the station and onto the streets.

    But when orange fireballs ignited some of the buildings on the dirt road, it was quite clear what was happening. "The attack!" Igneous dropped from the branch. "We've gotta go!"

    "Hold on." Cid stuck an arm out. "They're not Eternatus Troopers. This is strange."

    The fwoosh of large fireballs sounded in the distance, followed by screams. "Does it matter who it is?" Seifer galloped past Cid. "The city's under attack. That's what we're here for! We have to get a closer look to see if it's safe to send in reinforcements!"

    "Understood." Quetzal dashed after Seifer, leaving a trail of orange sparks behind him.

    Igneous looked up at the tree. "Up to you whether to come with." He turned to run after the others when Cid hovered in front of him.

    "Hold on. I'm sensing one peculiar aura. It definitely has Eterna energy." Cid's spots flickered erratically. "No one else does, though."

    "Only one aura?" Igneous frowned, but then his eyes widened. "The Medici! Back in Venish they seemed like they were working with a brainwashed Charles." He dashed around Cid and headed down the knoll toward the city.

    So, maybe it wasn't Troopers attacking Tulpise. But the Medici were clearly armed with something flammable... and in a place catering to grasses and bugs, that was a recipe for disaster.

    "Aren't they beautiful, though? Flames can signal rebirth. Something greater rising from the ashes!"

    Igneous' fiery wings burst from his back, stopping him in his tracks. He turned left and glared at the cloaked, helmeted chimera. How did Xeromus manage to pop up in the middle of a grassy field without so much as a spark of light? Igneous tapped his X-transceiver, only for static to greet him.

    More screams rang up behind Igneous. Bundles of flowers clinging to taller buildings caught fire. He tried to turn away. Tulpise was what mattered. Xeromus was here to distract him. Just like in Vellguard.

    Or he's the real source of this attack. After all, Xeromus preceded the Seekerskorch's appearance. If Igneous left him unchecked, Xeromus might pave the way for some other monstrosity!

    The grovlazzle stopped himself from summoning his Leaf Blades, recalling how useless they'd been last time. "Whatever you're trying won't work." Igneous' tails simmered. "You and that stupid pile of floating discs can piss off!"

    "But I won't." Xeromus coughed loudly. He shambled toward Igneous, the chains around his legs rattling with every step. "Just as you can't tear yourself away to go protect the ether-wielders." A wheezing laugh rumbled behind his mask. "To think you care so deeply for this lowly omen. It would be touching were these not the fates Natus has affirmed for us."

    "There you go spouting off about fate and choices again," Igneous growled. He needed to strike from a distance. Could he pull off a Flamethrower instead of Bullet Seed? Burning Xeromus would help tremendously. "You're a threat, so I'm choosing to make sure you don't go anywhere."

    Xeromus sighed and shook his helmeted head. "Ah, such conviction. And turned upon someone as worthless as me." His wheezing grew louder. "That's what makes you so interesting." Xeromus took another step toward Igneous. "You flail about, but you refuse to accept you are walking Natus' path. That your actions will let His love blanket the world."

    The chains rattled on Xeromus' legs. Shadows bubbled under his cloak. "Every spark. Every flame. They push you along the one true path. To Natus!"

    At the mention of flames, Igneous finally latched onto that twisted power. Fire gathering in his mouth briefly made him want to hurl, but he was able to spew the Flamethrower straight at Xeromus. His cloak rippled and a crimson, vaguely canine shield materialized in front of him. The flames spread across it before Igneous had to stop and catch his breath. It was much harder maintaining a Flamethrower compared to Bullet Seeds.

    "Yes, good!" Xeromus' canine shield didn't disappear. Instead it drifted behind him like some haunting specter. "I can feel your spirit striking at me! It's your love for Natus! A love He will return tenfold!"

    "Shut up!" Igneous swapped over to Bullet Seeds, hoping the faster speed meant Xeromus couldn't block it. He had to stay calm. Had to trust Seifer and Quetzal were making headway with Tulpise.

    Xeromus' chains unraveled and sliced through the Bullet Seeds, filling the air with a dull green haze.

    "It won't be enough." Xeromus' raspy laughter percolated through the mist. Igneous knew he was out there and chose to spew more flames straight ahead.

    "You need to close your eyes. Cover your ears."

    Igneous whirled around. How the hell did Xeromus get behind him? Igneous summoned his red honedge to block a strike that never came. Xeromus merely stood there. The strange, wispy red canine loomed over him. Hollow yellow eyes peered right through the grovlazzle.

    "Ĺ̶̡ỉ̵̜s̷͜͝ẗ̶̞́e̸͜͝n̶̜͝ ̸̟̎w̷̧̍i̶̦̊t̸̘͌h̶́͜ ̴̳̇ẏ̸̮ŏ̵̤ṷ̷͐r̶͓̆ ̴̙̚ś̸͍ȯ̴̖u̵͉͊l̴̩͛.̵̜͑ ̸̺͝B̴̟̿e̶̖̓c̸̟̈́a̸̻͠u̵̙͘s̴̳͛ḛ̸̔ ̸̥͋t̴̥̀h̵̤͝e̷̥̿ ̸̮͛s̴̰͋p̷͍̾i̶̭̚r̷̯͐i̶͋͜t̸̓͜ ̸͔͒ń̴̜è̷̤v̶̩͒e̶͈͝r̷̤̎ ̶͕͝ḟ̴̹o̴̝͝r̶͇͛g̸͕͘é̸̠t̵̳̿s̸̨͐.̷̭̐"

    Xeromus disappeared. Eyes widening, Igneous sucked in a sharp, involuntary breath.

    XxX​

    The circular entryway felt just a bit brighter than usual. It was like the weather knew today was special and blessed them with of extra sunlight. Igneous' white fur fluffed up a bit. The volcanora happily bobbed through the air, heading toward the spiral staircase in the back of the room.

    "So, you're abandoning your plan after all?" There was some faint teasing behind Igneous' words. He turned around to glance at the riolu walking behind him, resting her paws behind her head.

    "Har, har." Riolu rolled her eyes. "I always knew trying to master Aura Sphere before evolving would be a tough sell. And I've got a good enough reason to set that plan aside."

    She looked left. The icy vulpix awkwardly trying to keep up stumbled. Her tails frazzled. "M-Me? I'm a good enough reason?"

    "I'll admit, it
    is surprising." Igneous came to a stop by the spiral stairs. "Don't usually see ice vulpix this far from the Invern Mountains. Especially not in the summer."

    Vulpix stared blankly at Riolu. Chuckling, she put a paw on Vulpix's right shoulder. "Nickie's not gonna know what that means, Ig. She's not from here... because she's human."

    The volcarona's wings buzzed excitedly. "Really?" He looked Nickie over. "I guess she
    does look a bit confused..."

    "No amnesia, though." Riolu pet Nickie's shoulder. "That's different from the fallers you guys usually deal with, right?"

    Igneous nodded. "So, you want your parents to weigh in?"

    "You know it." Riolu thumped her chest. "Figure she's here for a reason. If they don't know, then the guild has the resources to point us to someone who does."

    Nickie's tails curled up. "Um, maybe we should get going?" She flinched. "Not that I don't appreciate the escort or anything, Mr. Volcarona."

    "No, I get it." Igneous gave the icepix some space. "I'm a big fire-type and you're a tiny ice vulpix. It's instinctual. Even if your human brain doesn't think it."

    Relief flooded Nickie's face. Riolu nodded. "All right. Try not to trip and tumble down the stairs!" She clapped Nickie on the back before sprinting ahead, jumping onto the railing and surfing it down.

    "Ah, wait! Tessa!" Nickie stumbled into a run after her.

    Igneous watched Nickie's tails vanish into the depths of the spiral staircase. Then the stairs
    twisted and contorted into tiny butterfree that coalesced into a void resembling Leo's wheel.

    XxX​

    With a sharp cry, Igneous violently lurched backwards. He stumbled, falling back onto the grass and staring at his trembling arms. Arms? Don't I—

    "Only a glimpse, then? Unfortunate."

    Xeromus' wheezing sent the grovlazzle scrambling to his feet. He spied the red honedge on the ground and reached toward it. It vanished in a puff of fire and reappeared in his right hand.

    "Fight it," Igneous growled. "Nova, I know you're in there! Gene's waiting for you! You have to stop this!"

    "There's nothing to fight." Xeromus took a step back. "The ether can only slow your steady march toward the truth. Just as it fights a losing battle to stop this world's affirmation."

    Igneous launched another Flamethrower, but cut it off seconds later. Xeromus took the bait, sending his spectral guardian to intercept. Igneous dashed left and spat Bullet Seeds at the helmeted silvally's right flank. This time they struck home. But Xeromus' expression was unreadable. If he gave any pained cries, his mask muffled them.

    "I see. I see." Xeromus jerked his head back and forth. Did Nova actually hear Igneous? "So, this is what sets us apart. What makes me so lowly compared to you. Your role is still a ways off." Xeromus hacked out barking coughs. "There will be much to endure before Natus can shower you in His love. But that will make the payoff all the grander!"

    "Like hell it will!" Igneous spat out another Bullet Seed stream. Xeromus' chains unraveled from his legs. Igneous' volcarona wings propelled him into the air where he spat fireballs as opposed to a Flamethrower. The canine specter moved to intercept one, while a second and third struck Xeromus' helmet.

    Igneous couldn't help but smirk. This was going far better than last time.

    And yet he's still not actually attacking.

    "Haah." Xeromus wheezed loudly. The specter melted back into his cloak. "I can't see what future Natus has affirmed for you. But I know my place. This lowly omen will let you reach the end of your path. To accept Natus' glorious love!"

    Igneous was ready to divebomb Xeromus when his tail leaves curled up. Was something... buzzing?

    Yes, Igneous heard buzzing. Getting closer. Louder. The grass rippled uneasily back and forth.

    The grovlazzle glared at Xeromus. "What are you up to?"

    "Me?" Xeromus shook his head. "That's not me." He slowly turned away from Igneous. "But there is distortion about fifty kilometers in that direction. If something or someone wanted to drop by for a friendly visit, they'd have to come this way."

    The sun had vanished over the horizon. But even though dusk had fallen, Igneous could see two large circles getting even larger. The buzzing definitely came from the circles. From their strangely triangular wings.

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    Volcarona. Robot volcarona.

    The empire was coming! And as long as Igneous hung around Xeromus, he couldn't warn the others with his X-transceiver!

    Biting his lip, the grovlazzle rocketed toward the city, frantically willing the static to go away. And the moment it did, he shouted, "Imperial robots outside the city!"
     
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    Chapter 77: City of Unfortunate Events
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 77: City of Unfortunate Events

    It wasn't quite the level of chaos Seifer had seen in the shaky videos of Venish, but that wasn't for lack of trying. Various muscular pokémon ran down the main street, tossing small seeds at nearby shops and restaurants. A few lobbed the seeds up toward buildings with higher floors. Seifer quickly realized they were blast seeds when assorted vines and bushes caught fire. The flames raced along the greenery. Embers and fireballs leapt from one building to the next.

    "Noctum? We need backup!" Seifer called, keeping his distance from the Medicis and instead shooting targeted Hydro Pumps from his forehooves to take out some of the fires before they could spread too far. "Preferably people who can put out fires! Tulpise is under a blast seed siege!"

    "Uhh, what about, y'know, people to fight with you?"

    "Protecting civilians comes first!" Seifer barked, galloping down the street. An orange blur streaked by him and sent a machoke tumbling head over heels into a pair of stunky. All of them were out cold.

    "I'll do what I can, sir," Quetzal said, before zipping further down the dusty road. Seifer slowly followed him, satisfied his Hydro Pumps had calmed most of the fires immediately around him.

    Glass shattered a few dozen meters away. Fireballs erupted from broken windows and screams filled the air. Seifer galloped in that direction, only to skid to a halt. A bright red Focus Blast whizzed by him, striking a flower shop. Dirt, mud, and bits of ceramic pottery doused the keldeo, who staggered away in a daze.

    "Bros, check it!" A sawk pointed right at him while waving his left arm around frantically. "It's the keldebro the boss told us about!"

    Seifer stiffened. Of course the Medicis would know who he was. Yet it sounded like they were actively looking for him.

    "You got a sweet bounty on your head, brosephina!" Sawk flexed. "And my squad's gonna bag— waugh!"

    A giant, fluid-filled, muscular arm picked Sawk up and tossed him at a couple of charging throh. They all rolled to a stop in the muddy remnants of some sort of fountain.

    Seifer kept his distance from the source of his aid: the giant muscle bug that Team Bastion recovered after beating Chernabog. What was it called again? Buzzweight? Buzzoff?

    Bah, he didn't have time for this! "Hey, you! Can you put out fires?"

    "Ja, little pony boy! Who do you think you are talking to?"

    "Get the keldebro, bros!"

    The massive muscle bug hefted up a huge chunk of dirt and soil in his fluid-filled arms and hurled it at some oncoming hawlucha and heracross. It barreled right into them and carried them straight toward a burning building. The dirt exploded, miraculously putting out the flames.

    Seifer stared ahead, blinking. "I, uh— sure. That'll do. Keep doing that!"

    "For Buzzwole Biff, it is walking cake!" Biff scooped up another giant chunk of ground in each arm and raced forward, propelled by his buzzing wings. Seifer galloped after him, only to turn right at the junction by the destroyed fountain. Several Medicis lay unconscious already, orange sparks suggesting Quetzal had gotten to them first.

    Goodness, the zapdos was far faster than Seifer remembered. Whatever the Phantom had done to him had given him quite the power boost. Thank goodness he's back on our side. The keldeo shot up toward an apartment balcony with Hydro Pump jets from his hooves. He figured he'd get a better sense of where people were who needed rescuing from higher ground.

    "Cid, what's your Dynascan telling you?" Seifer asked. "It's a mess of smoke and embers around here. Where are the civilians?"

    "You're not going to believe this... but they're rapidly leaving city limits!" Cid exclaimed. "Most of the people I'm sensing left are you and the Medicis!"

    Seifer's jaw slackened. To keep his composure, he shot a Hydro Pump from his balcony vantage point. It snuffed out a pair of blast seeds hurled by more hawlucha before they could strike a bookstore. "What do you mean? How could anyone possibly evacuate a whole city that fast?!"

    "There were some powerful spikes in psychic energy," Cid said.

    "Then why didn't you say something!" the keldeo huffed. He shot into the air again, deciding the vantage point was useless if most of the civilians were gone.

    "Shoot him out of the sky, brocaholics!"

    Seifer immediately recognized the voice: a certain megaphone-touting grapploct who'd rioted in Venish and Casaroja. But he had little recourse against three blast seeds hurtling toward him. Seifer braced for an explosive impact, only for a giant dirt clump to strike the seeds instead. They still exploded, knocking Seifer from the air and into the ground with a much rougher landing. But the dirt blocked the worst of it... in return for giving him yet another dirt shower. His pelt was now more brown than tan and blue.

    "Bros, look at the bug bro's gains!" A poliwrath gripped his head in surprise. "He's totes cheating! Or living the dream! I wanna marry hi—"

    Quetzal sped up behind Poliwrath. An electrified kick sent him careening down the dusty road, knocking over other Medicis like bowling pins. "This is ridiculous!" the orange zapdos huffed. He easily jumped out of the way of a skuntank's Sludge Bomb. Moments later, Biff had grabbed Skuntank by the tail and hurled them over a smoking building.

    "Nein. Is good workout." The buzzwole flexed. "Biceps and triceps feeling good!"

    "No, I mean this... opposition!" Quetzal stood on guard while Grapploct frantically pointed at them with two of his tentacles. "It's a farce!" He glanced at Seifer. "Are we sure we're not getting baited into a trap?"

    Seifer pointed his horn forward. An Aura Sphere rifled out, striking a pignite in the stomach and sending them rolling back. Grapploct fell back toward the remnants of some outdoor café, waving his free tentacles around angrily.

    "It's hard to be sure of anything," the keldeo admitted, frowning. "And where the heck did Igneous go? I thought he was supposed to be behind us?"

    It was then that loud static erupted from Seifer's X-transceiver. Ears folding, Seifer winced. "Cid, what are you doing?"

    But it wasn't Cid that responded. Instead, Igneous greeted them with a frantic cry of, "Imperial robots outside the city!"

    Quetzal immediately stood at attention. "Where outside?"

    "Heading for the stat— shit!"

    Igneous' line abruptly cut to static. Quetzal looked at Seifer expectantly. "Well?"

    "Higher ground first!" Hydro Pumps propelled the keldeo into the air.

    "Ugh, easy for you to say!" Quetzal flapped his tiny orange wings in annoyance, before Biff swooped in, plucking him from the ground and carrying him up toward one of the city's taller buildings.

    Seifer saw the volcarona robots approaching the city. "Do any of you recognize that weird bubble attack?"

    "Can't say that I do," Quetzal responded. He lightly pecked Biff's shoulder and somehow the buzzwole got the cue to fly toward a different roof further away from the robots. Seifer flew after them with Hydro Pump jets. The robots' approach was surprisingly slow, so the team was able to gain several more buildings worth of distance from them. They stopped in the middle of a rooftop terrace.

    "But we should call for backup. Cyril, are you there? Who can head over to Tulpise?"

    Frantic shouts came from the ground, along with a number of pokémon pointing. Except they were pointing in the opposite direction of the volcarona. The keldeo noticed something yellow poking out from behind a building. Then gray light filled the yellow.

    "Down!" Seifer shouted, blasting Hydro Pumps from his hooves to get off the roof. Biff grabbed Quetzal and flew after Seifer. Moments later, a large Flash Cannon rippled through the air, tearing shingles off roofs and flinging branches and vines around haphazardly.

    "What the hell is that?!" Quetzal cawed, orange feathers puffing up. "It looks like a giant meltan! Don't tell me the empire's pincering the city!"

    But Seifer followed the Flash Cannon until it caught one of the volcarona robots by surprise. Two of its orange, triangular wings folded back slightly. Its orange mechanical eyes flashed yellow. The other robot hovered toward it.

    "I think that one's on our side?" Seifer said, landing atop another roof. The giant robot meltan was already moving around the city's perimeter to flank the volcarona bots.

    "Do you still want that backup?" Cyril asked. The X-transceiver crackled, but Seifer didn't know if it was a lousy connection or all the wind getting kicked up. "It looks like these volcarobots are in the same encrypted data file as Iron Jugulis. They're Iron Moths."

    "Hold that thought." Seifer glanced over his shoulder to make sure Biff and Quetzal were with him. "Cid, what are you sensing in the city?"

    "I'm pretty sure it's mostly Medicis outside of you guys," the orbeetle replied.

    "Then we're passing on the backup," Seifer said. "If the civilians were evacuated, then let the giant meltan slug it out with these Iron Moths.

    "Hang on," Cid cut in. "I'm sensing peculiar psychic energy near Melmetal."

    "Melwhonow?" Seifer raised a brow.

    "The giant meltan," Cid said. "In any case, the energy's quite similar to the spikes I sensed when the population was disappearing. So— hang on. What was that, Scarlett?"

    "There they are, bros! Get 'em!"

    "We're being tailed!" Quetzal pointed a leg down toward the ground. The megaphone-wielding grapploct pointed a tentacle at them. Several blast seeds hurtled through the air toward them. Seifer leveled his horn. An Aura Sphere whizzed through the air. When it struck one blast seed, the ensuing explosion triggered the other ones.

    "Move!" Seifer fired Hydro Pumps from his hooves yet again, heading for the eastern end of the city. Both Iron Moths spun in place in the distance, kicking up fireballs to try and scorch Melmetal.

    "Shimmer! Scarlett thinks it's Shimmer!" Cid cried.

    Seifer landed on a square-shaped roof and galloped across it, watching Melmetal spin away, deflecting whatever flames it could. "I don't follow."

    "Igneous and Scarlett met Shimmer at Horizon Academy and he told them he was working on something for Tulpise," Cid hurriedly explained. "And, well, where do all the meltan work?"

    "Okay, fine!" Seifer reached the end of the roof and shot back into the air. He landed on another nearby roof and continued galloping. "Makes sense to me! Then we'll leave it to him, I guess!"

    He felt a bit bad about it. All the beautiful greenery of the city was worth defending. But the resistance had much more important things to worry about.

    The keldeo was going to fly off with another Hydro Pump when he spotted a large Flamethrower shooting straight up in the air off in the distance. It wasn't anywhere near the Iron Moths, which were still back at the station.

    "Did you see that?" Quetzal called, still uncomfortably cradled in Biff's massive buzzwole arms.

    Seifer nodded. "If it's not the Iron Moths... then it might be Igneous!"

    XxX​

    "Bumomomomo!" Melmetal thumped its chest as the two machines crashed into one another and fell to the ground. From his vantage point atop one of the mossy Tulpise roofs, Shimmer afforded himself a small smile. Who would've thought Arianna could wrangle all the meltan together into this hulking giant? And it was holding its own despite these volcarobots — Iron Moths, according to Demerzel — packing fire-type moves.

    "Don't get cocky," Shimmer called. He did his best not to move too much. The strange metal prongs spiraling around his horn were delicate, according to Arianna. And the gardevoir had no idea what would happen if they were to lose control of Melmetal. "Strike while they're down!"

    The ponytales funneled a bit of psychic energy toward his horn. His controller lit up. Yellow lightning churned around Melmetal's lugnut hands. It charged down the Iron Moths, but one spun off of its counterpart, buffeting Melmetal with fireballs.

    "Defend!" Shimmer's horn sparked. Melmetal held up its electrified hands, absorbing some of the flames, but not all of them.

    And the other Iron Moth had enough time to right itself and spew flames at Melmetal's right leg. "Bumo bumoooo!" Melmetal lifted its leg and slowly fell backwards.

    "Idiot!" Shimmer funneled more energy into his horn. A pink barrier stopped Melmetal's fall. Melemetal stomped its right foot down, smothering the flames with dirt and soil until they weren't a problem.

    [Stand down! This city belongs to the emperor!] one of the Iron Moths declared, its triangular wings crackling with electricity of their own.

    Shimmer stiffened. That voice. He recognized it. But from where?

    The ponytales shook his head. No time. Melmetal had to act first. Shimmer's horn lit up. Melmetal lunged, using the foot it smothered in soil to deliver a swift kick to the electrified Iron Moth. The High Horsepower looked quite devastating, cracking three of its wings and sending it skipping back along the ground.

    [Jean!] the other Iron Moth cried. It immediately retaliated with a whirlwind of fireballs. Melmetal had little it could do against the Fiery Dance, stumbling away as fireballs peppered its gray body.

    Wait, Jean? Shimmer's gaze fell to the mossy roof for a moment. Then his eyes widened in shock.

    Jean was a classmate. A volcarona classmate. And with a twin brother, to boot! Did that mean... the emperor had turned them into robots?!

    [Jean, activate healing protocols!] the Iron Moth declared. It was already gathering flames for another attack.

    [I know, Dean!] The synthesizer dampened Jean's growling.

    Shimmer's ears flicked at the mention of healing. He sent another psychic ping to Melmetal, but Dean was faster, spinning around in another Fiery Dance. Shimmer swapped to defensive measures of his own. He pointed his horn toward the attack. A pink barrier appeared and caught the fireballs like fish in a net. Shimmer flicked his head right. His barrier shot the fireballs back toward Dean. Startled, the Iron Moth fired hastily conjured poison globs to snuff its own Fiery Dance out.

    Unfortunately, Shimmer had neglected Jean, who hovered right back to Dean's side. There were still some cracks in its armor and wings, but it had clearly healed.

    This wasn't good. Maybe Shimmer could make a plea toward the classmates who were still inside? Arianna had said her silly device could project through Melmetal. It was time to put that to the test.

    "What do you two think you're doing?!" Melmetal bellowed, amplifying Shimmer's voice enough to almost make the ponytales stumble back on the rooftop in surprise.

    The Iron Moth's mechanical eyes flickered. [That voice... Shimmer?] Jean's triangular wings buzzed a bit faster. [What are you doing?]

    "I asked you first!" Shimmer countered through Melmetal. "Tulpise is your home! Why are you out to wreck it?"

    [What good is there in protecting a home built on a bed of lies?] Dean spat. Flames danced around the Iron Moth's orange wings. [Your whole family's been lying to everyone! And you've got the gall to act like you're the hero in all of this?]

    Shimmer's nostrils flared. The nerve of these two! He gathered energy in his horn. Melmetal quickly spun its electrified hands around and socked both Iron Moths before either could unleash an attack.

    "So, because of my mother's mistakes, a whole city needs to be leveled?" Shimmer spat. Melmetal stayed close to them, raising its right leg on Shimmer's orders to strike with another High Horsepower. "Where's the sense in that? Look at yourselves! You're being used!"

    [We're making a difference!] Jean said, shooting fireballs around haphazardly. [The world needs Eternatus! Paradox will be a better leader than you could ever dream of!]

    Melmetal stood tall under Shimmer's orders, enduring the Fiery Dance to bring its earth-encrusted foot crashing down onto Dean. The Iron Moth cracked and splintered. Three of its wings broke off. Shimmer winced. He hadn't intended to strike that hard. Weren't ground attacks supposed to be neutral on volcarona? Did Iron Moths actually have a different type?

    [Dean!] Jean's triangular wings glowed bright orange. It unleashed another fireball whirlwind. Shimmer's horn glowed, producing a psychic shield to deflect most of the Fiery Dance. The ponytales had a golden opportunity and needed to leverage it now. He was the one in control.

    "Enough of this!" Shimmer declared through Melmetal. He had it step down a bit on Dean. Not enough to do anything, but the grating of metal echoed across the field. "Stand down and I'll let you have your brother back. There's no point to fighting. I know you're here to kidnap people for Eternatus' army, so I evacuated the city!"

    [What?] Jean's hovering dropped a bit. [H-How did you—]

    A purple and red streak shot past Jean. Pierced Melmetal right above the hexagonal gap in its chest. Then it slammed into the ground behind Melmetal, revealing something... vaguely like a helmetless version of the strange creature Shimmer had seen on PV. Only much more purple and red. And entirely mechanical.

    Melmetal buckled. It dropped to one knee.

    "Bumomomoooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

    Shimmer's eyes widened. Meltan were falling out of Melmetal by the dozen.

    It shrank down and down. Melting into a gray puddle of inert meltan. Shimmer's nine tails frazzled. He looked between the puddle and the thing that had brought Melmetal down with a single strike.

    [Huh?] Jean's wings buzzed erratically. It was just as confused.

    [Mission parameters have changed.] The new machine turned back to Jean. [Capture them.] It pointed a red talon at the meltan.

    [But the emperor said—]

    The newcomer's cheek bolts crackled with purple energy. [Mission parameters have changed. Capture them or I will terminate you.]

    Jean's electronic eyes flickered yellow. Her wings produced green beams. Green bubbles trapped swathes of meltan at a time. They hovered to Jean's side.

    Shimmer's heart pounded in his chest. He backed up across the roof. How had the script flipped on its head in just a matter of seconds?! He had to get Demerzel here. And Arianna. They had to get him out of h—

    The ponytales jumped back. Slivers of his white hair drifted in front of him, revealing the mechanical beast standing right where he'd been moments ago. Purple and red energy crackled in its talons.

    "Wh... at..." Shimmer staggered away. He was at least a couple of hundred meters away. How could this thing have closed the distance so quickly?!

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    [Hostile unit identified.] The machine's electronic eyes glowed red. [Surrender in the name of Emperor Paradox.]

    Shimmer concentrated as hard as he could. "Demerzel? You have to get me out of here! We have a problem! I'm in danger!"

    [Hostility still detected. Proceeding with termination.]

    It shot toward Shimmer, purple energy intensifying around its forelegs. Shimmer desperately fired a Psybeam, but the machine quickly dodged left. It dodged right from Shimmer's follow-up.

    "Demerzel!"

    The machine suddenly stopped. It looked over its shoulder. The pixels in its eyes spun around like loading icons.

    [Mission parameters have changed.] It jumped away from a dumbstruck Shimmer. [Returning to base.]

    What? That was it? This thing was just going to leave him? It was out for his blood not even a second ago!

    Shimmer shot another Psybeam, but the machine lunged off the rooftop. The ponytales staggered forward, heart racing. What had it seen that prompted such a hasty retreat?

    It didn't take much searching for Shimmer to find what he was looking for: a large pillar of gray and yellow distortion in the middle of the field. And it was spreading toward Tulpise!

    "Demerzel, the city's about to be overtaken by a dungeon!" Shimmer ran back and forth across the grassy rooftop, pointing his horn in any direction he could think of as if it were a dish trying to find a signal. "Melmetal's lost. Get me out of here!"

    The ponytales waited for a few seconds before a strange jolt rattled him from horn to tails. A jolt that only came from Demerzel's teleportation.

    XxX​

    Igneous dropped to the ground, watching the strange green beam sail overhead. It ended as a green bubble that popped. Try as he might, the grovlazzle couldn't figure out what attack that was. A weird Signal Beam, perhaps?

    He caught more green light in the corner of his eye and dashed right. Green beams streaked by him, turning into more popping bubbles.

    It was time to get moving. Figuring the city was more important to whatever machines were coming, Igneous doubled back. One of the robot volcarona shot one last green beam at him, but Igneous easily outran it with some timely propulsion from his fiery wings. They dissolved into this back.

    When the bots didn't turn back around, Igneous figured it was safe to coordinate with the others. "Guys? The robots—"

    His X-transceiver greeted him with harsh static. Igneous immediately shut it off, spun around, and spat Bullet Seeds behind him.

    "Piss off, Xeromus!" he growled. Who else could disrupt his comm line?

    Instead of chains or a canine-shaped shield, however, his Bullet Seeds slammed into bulky static cubes. They broke apart into tiny black and white pixels and scattered to the wind.

    [OMEGALUL! This (ADGE BREAK) is already over! No bathroom breaks h— UP START B A UP UP DOWN!]

    The static gave way to Ahsen's disjointed discs pulling themselves in different directions. A skeletal kabutops head briefly popped in and out of existence.

    Igneous stepped back. He conjured his honedge in his right hand. Xeromus alone was enough of a problem, but Ahsen, too? Igneous was in way too far over his head. He couldn't afford a repeat of Venish. It was time to cut his losses. The grovlazzle had to regroup with someone. Anyone.

    [LEFT LEFT L—] Ahsen stopped jerking. [Oh? Trying to (ALT-F4) your way out of this? Where's the (START9) in that, (FRIEND OF THE STREAM)?] More static ran along Ahsen's arms, briefly turning them into L-shaped, pixelated cubes. [This is the (MOMENT) you've been waiting for! Time for (HELIX) to take the stage!]

    Ahsen descended into shouting more directions, his discoid body flopping about to and fro. Igneous seized the opening, swiping Honedge upwards on instinct. A fiery crescent struck Ahsen and set him ablaze. He dropped to the ground, twitching and spasming in a mess of strange static and occasional bones— wait, was that an aerodactyl skull in place of Ahsen's head? What the hell was this omen?

    [(LIT AF!) (LIT AF!)] Ahsen's tone was surprisingly gleeful for someone who was currently on fire.

    Damn it, I have to get out of here! The grovlazzle's wings flared to life. He started heading further away from the city. If there was ever a time for Scarlett's singing to help him out, it was now.

    Igneous didn't get more than a handful of meters before a pillar of distortion erupted behind Ahsen, who'd somehow managed to put himself out and return to shouting directions. Two beady red eyes pierced through the distortion, then Igneous saw a tan, wispy silhouette.

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    The cloud daemon! It was here?! And it had crystals growing on its legs.

    Damn it, had it gained some sort of power?!

    At the same time, the ground trembled. Igneous glanced over his shoulder and thought he saw a gray, hulking blob stomping around Tulpise's outskirts.

    This was way too much. The grovlazzle didn't have time to search for Cid and Scarlett. So, Igneous did the one thing he could think of: tilt his head skyward and belt out a Flamethrower. With any luck, it'd serve as a flare to signal there was trouble.

    The cloud daemon took that as a signal to go on the offensive. Its wispy form shimmered. The air around Igneous grew thin, as if the daemon was sucking it all up to make a vacuum. Igneous backpedaled. Honedge vanished into orange mist.

    A gray flash erupted to Igneous' left. He barely managed to avoid it. The grovlazzle's fiery wings shot him away from the daemon.

    These weren't conventional strikes Igneous was dealing with. He flew just a bit over the grass, weaving behind sudden bursts of gray and silver that matched the crystals on the cloud daemon's legs. The grovlazzle stole glances backwards to see Cloudy gliding toward him. Its crystals sparked at the same time as the strange energy bursts.

    Where were Cid and Scarlett? Surely, they must've seen that Flamethrower. "Help!" Igneous shouted. "Scarlett, start sing— gah!"

    Igneous rolled right to avoid a crystalline burst. He flicked his right hand back, hurling a fireball at Cloudy. The grovlazzle didn't hear anything to suggest the attack hit. Could it even hit? He couldn't do a thing against it back on the train. But it was entirely a cloud then. It had crystals, now! That had to mean something.

    The grovlazzle dove down. Skidding across the ground, he spewed Bullet Seeds at Cloudy's right foreleg. But hexagonal crystals materialized out of nowhere. The Bullet Seeds vanished the moment they hit the crystals, like they'd never even existed to begin with.

    [Your (START9) flavor is all wrong!] Ahsen buzzed, though Igneous had no idea where he was.

    Cloudy's crystals flickered asynchronously. It produced something between a roar and a garbled wail, but its voice was so heavily distorted that Igneous could hardly tell what it sounded like.

    Still, the force of its voice along was enough to blow Igneous off his feet. As he tumbled back, a dusty trail superimposed itself over the grass. A thick forest flickered in and out all around Igneous.

    He watched patiently from the cover of the thick trees as the riolu jogged down the path, beckoning the ice vulpix to follow.

    Igneous forcefully shook his head. Focus, damn it!

    Cloudy's eyes flashed gray. Igneous dove out of the way of more crystal flashes. He spat a few Bullet Seeds at Cloudy's right foreleg, then switched to a Flamethrower heading for its left. Igneous smirked when the hexagonal barrier appeared to snuff out his Bullet Seeds, leaving his Flamethrower to strike the crystals.

    A bell-like chime echoed across the field, alongside another garbled wail from the beast. Gasping, Igneous dropped to his knees. He threw his hands over his head.

    His insides were on fire! And not in a healthy way, either!

    Nickie's Powder Snow caused a trapinch to slip and tumble toward Tessa, who hit it right in the face with a Force Palm.

    "I yield! I yield!" Trapinch squealed, trying to bury his head in the ground.


    Igneous doubled over in pain, gripping his stomach. Something's... tearing through my insides! He looked up at Cloudy.

    "Yeh tumhara aasliyat hain."

    What? There Cloudy went, speaking nonsense gibberish again. Igneous had to fight it. Stand up!

    Cloudy's crystals flickered. An even more intense weight gripped Igneous stomach.

    "Nice one, Nikkie!" The riolu held out her right paw for Nickie to high five. Except the ice vulpix faceplanted when she tried to reciprocate. Tessa's aura feelers shot up in alarm. "Ah, right! Sorry! Forgot you're still getting used to the 'all-fours' thing."

    Chuckling, the volcarona finally made his presence known by hovering out from the dense trees. "Sharp work, you two. Don't think we've had a duo solve the entrance test that fast before."


    Igneous dropped to all fours, tucking his head down against his chest and screaming, "Get out... of my head!"

    "Yeh tumhara aasliyat hain."

    Cloudy was getting closer. Closer. The air around Igneous was thinning. Warping. More and more it felt like he was in the forest and not the field outside Tulpise.

    "Tumhara kismat apariharya hain."

    Igneous' vision flooded with hundreds and hundreds of butterfree wings, falling away to reveal a strange specter with hair like Leo's that blocked part of their face. Giant shadows coalesced around the specter, forming a gray and gold dragon's head.

    "■■■■■■■■, strike them down!"

    The pressure suddenly lifted. The air stopped thinning. Igneous' ears rang, but he was vaguely aware of wet and squishy ground around him.

    "Igneous! Are you okay? Say something!"

    That was Seifer. The keldeo was back from the city? Grunting, Igneous tried to push himself up from the ground. Cloudy was roaring again, however. The grovlazzle braced himself for another painful, trippy vision, but it didn't come.

    Instead, he heard music. And there were vocals, but Igneous' ears were still ringing. He couldn't quite make them out. But it didn't matter. The message was loud and clear.

    Scarlett was here. Her words could protect him. Protect all of them.

    Breathing heavily, Igneous got back to his feet. His flames stirred in his gut. Seifer shot him a worried look.

    "I'm okay. I've... got this."

    Honedge appeared in Igneous' right hand. He shot forward, gripping Honedge tightly. Cloudy's expression was unreadable, but its crystals flashed. Igneous held Honedge up... and parried the crystal bursts!

    His fiery wings propelled him toward Cloudy's right foreleg. Igneous slashed at the crystals with Honedge. They didn't shatter, but there was a satisfying claaaaaaaaang and they darkened considerably. Cloudy roared, but Scarlett's singing kept Igneous' head clear as he zipped around to Cloudy's right hind leg and struck again.

    "Tum... hara!"

    Cloudy's body rippled and pulsated. Igneous kept up his charge, striking each of its left legs in quick succession.

    [WTF?]

    Igneous saw Ahsen flopping around in a panic... and Xeromus watching from behind the glitchy mess of floating discs.

    [There's no (PRESS F TO PAY RESPECTS) here!] Ahsen's arms turned into bony aerodactyl wings. [You can't (BAN HELIX). (CHAT) is too (STRONK)!]

    The grovlazzle U-turned in midair, doubling back toward Ahsen. "I've had... enough out of you!" Igneous snarled, flames swirling around Honedge. Ahsen tried shooting balls of pixels at Igneous, but he rolled left, then right. He swung Honedge upward, slicing Ahsen's discoid head in half and knocking it away from his body.

    Ahsen's body flew around haphazardly, flailing its arms around. Pixelated tendrils pulled the halves of its head back together.

    Igneous locked eyes with Xeromus. He had Scarlett's power backing him up. He could put a stop to them today. Make sure they never bother anyone again.

    Wings flaring up, Igneous divebombed the corrupted silvally. Yet Xeromus' gray eyes were filled with admiration.

    Snarling, the grovlazzle thrust Honedge at Xeromus as hard as he could manage. But all Igneous did was pierce through black smoke and slam into the ground. Grass and soil erupted around him. Igneous grabbed Honedge out of the dirt and spun around to find Ahsen and Xeromus had regrouped by the cloud daemon's sides.

    "You can bear your fangs at fate all you want!" Xeromus's chains rattled on his legs. "It will not change anything!"

    Shadows burst forth from Xeromus' legs, swallowing the trio up and leaving Igneous staring across the field at a dumbfounded Seifer. And that beefy buzzwole guy bridal carrying Quetzal.

    Igneous had several questions, but Scarlett's singing quickly faded. And with it went all of the grovlazzle's second wind. Honedge vanished as Igneous dropped to one knee.

    The ground shook once more. Then a pillar of purple and red distortion erupted from where Xeromus once stood. It reached and clawed at the grass and dirt, slowly spreading toward Tulpise.

    Seifer and the others managed to get around it. Panic spread across the keldeo's face. He was trying to think of something. Anything to stave off the distortion's advance.

    It wasn't worth it. Igneous was spent. He imagined the others were tired, too. They had no choice but to leave.

    "Outpost," Igneous rasped. "We must... go back."

    XxX​

    CDL: Medium Insectoid Abduction Unit, Iron Moth
    Mechanized volcarona adapted to capture small designated targets. It sounds like the emperor was experimenting with ways to modify Bug Buzz from an attack that produces sound waves into a means of ensnaring an enemy and sealing them in a bubble. Frankly, I'm not sure where the link is or how you can jump from point A to point B on that one. But Eterna energy loves to work in mysterious ways.

    XxX

    ~Nurtured Destiny: Zodiark Dreamweaver~
    The Affirmer is neither mortal nor god. Through transcending space and time, He has evolved beyond the very notion of life and death. He is now the only one capable of rewriting reality's single, ultimate Truth.

    XxX​

    Path of Valor Almanac
    "Yeh tumhara aasliyat hain," is Hindi that loosely translates to "This is your reality." Similarly, "Tumhara kismat apariharya hain," is a loose Hindi translation of "Your fate is unavoidable." My thanks to ExplosiveTurkey, of PMD: Canon Breakage fame for his assistance!
     
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    Chapter 78: Water-Type Under the Bridge
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 78: Water-Type Under the Bridge

    Entry 2201
    The newcomer has spoken with a couple of Sages. They said it was just simple questions. About the world. About the Sages. About me. Apparently she ran away from her home.

    Otherwise, she's kept mostly to herself. Something about her aura feels familiar. Even the term "lunala" tickles the back of my head. And yet I'm not sure why.

    I should try talking to her. Suicune and Reshiram both asked I use a gentle approach, though. Hence, I've left her to her own devices. How much longer do I do that for? They didn't specify a timeframe for this "gentle" approach of theirs. It's rather frustrating...


    XxX​

    Days of stumbling across the Qliphoth half-blinded were finally behind Necrozma. He had started to fear the remaining Needles were gone. That his power was taken by the one he'd sensed fragments of his light within.

    That infernal drakloak. Necrozma didn't know what she thought she was doing. Why her aura had traces of his beloved. But he couldn't find her. And Necrozma couldn't get a lock on a single Needle.

    ... That finally changed. After slowly drifting from planet to planet within the Qliphoth, he found one composed of bare, labyrinthian tunnels. Dim crystal chunks lay in dirt walls. Twinkling between pillars of wood and metal.

    He lumbered through the abandoned mine. Its purpose long past fulfilled, it was left to decay and disarray. The same thing that was happening to his home. That was why he needed his power back. To protect it— no, save it.

    The light he sensed got brighter. Warmer. A beacon that drew him through the tunnels. Made every step a bit less painful.

    Yet there was a problem: a soul. A single one he sensed by his power. Paradigm energy dwelled within it. A wretched daemon, sniffing around what was rightfully his. Had that so-called emperor ordered the soul to approach the Needle? Study it? Try to pull it?

    Necrozma would show them. He would strike with unrelenting force to repel them. His crystal tendrils rippled. He silently wound up, then struck the ground underneath him. His crystal tendrils pulsed with psychic energy, keeping the walls and roof of the cavern rooted in place. There would be no collapsed tunnels here.

    Instead, Thousand Waves rippled across the ground. Necrozma flew after it, to follow his surprise attack. The emerald energy carried forward, until the Needle's glimmering blue gem shined ahead of him.

    The Thousand Waves struck the armor-clad knight standing in front of it. He skidded across the orange, uneven ground. He struggled to maintain his grip on his incandescent blade.

    Necrozma's core flickered. The knight tried to raise his blade, but psychic blasts buffeted it, knocking it further back. Red dust and gravel kicked up all around him. This knight was clumsy and awkward. Unaccustomed to the Paradigm shard he held.

    "Pathetic." Necrozma's tendrils rippled under his shadows. Concentrating a bit more, he realized the aura beneath the knight's armor was familiar. However, it stirred no emotions. Only faint memories of prior weakness.

    After a few seconds, Necrozma made the connection.

    The knight was another of his past mistakes. He destroyed Mewtwo's creator. Necrozma was sure of it. Yet here he was, clad in armor with a strange energy. Another case of Eternatus twisting the rules. Bending nature in ways it didn't deserve to bend. Which was why Necrozma needed to destroy Eternatus.

    The Paradigm was merely fragments of the Universe. The unfathomable power at the center of Eternatus' existence. And the very thing that made it so difficult to destroy.

    Another Universe fragment would be his. And the Needle this knight was foolish enough to protect would follow. This mistake would not escape. He wasn't Mewtwo. He couldn't teleport. Necrozma had him.

    "You sought power through control of others." Necrozma flicked his right hand. A blade of light appeared. "You were doomed to fail from the beginning. You never had power of your own, human."

    The knight shot Icicle Spears forward, as if to defy Necrozma. But they were tiny slivers, shredded into mist by a single swipe of his light blade. More sword-shaped Photon Geysers formed over the knight.

    "I will show you real power!" Necrozma curled his crystal fingers. The swords descended.

    ... And landed in the ground, kicking up more red dust. Necrozma looked around, at the vessel-like rocks weaving all around him. Pulsating with orange fluid like a buzzwole's arms.

    He just had to concentrate and— there!

    Necrozma fired a bevy of Thousand Arrows to his right. Several electronic shouts filled the air. The metallic remnants of those stupid Eternatus Troopers fell into a haphazard pile of scrap metal. Necrozma kept concentrating... but the knight's aura was gone. Some speedy robot must have charged in to give him cover to flee.

    "No matter." His crystal tendrils carried him across the orange ground. A single Plasma Fist broke through columns of rock, revealing the Needle buried in the middle of other orange-fluid filled rocks.

    Latios appeared in a puff of black smoke by what passed for Necrozma's right shoulder. Glanced at him with empty blue eyes.

    "This is what the world needs. I must have all the power."

    He reached toward it.

    "Hello again, Suicune."

    XxX​

    The ocean gently lapped against the shore. Back and forth. Back and forth.

    Chiron watched the sand darken with each wave, then brighten when the water pulled away. It was almost hypnotic, especially with the sun shining down on her.

    "Everything okay?"

    Chiron looked up. Suicune sat on the water, like it was nothing. She was well aware suicune were capable of that from the ones she'd encountered within Eternatus. But this was her first time seeing one under natural light. She never realized how beautiful the sparkling head crystal was. Her mane glistened, too. Blue hair flowed with the cool ocean breeze.

    "Yeah. Sorry, just... thrown off a bit." Chiron rubbed the right side of her head. She had to choose her words carefully. These Luminous Sages were still feeling her out and getting a sense for her intentions. "We didn't have a lot of," she gestured at the ocean with her wing, "
    this where I'm from."

    "Ah. Yeah, it's really something, huh?" Suicune turned around, ribbons fluttering. Chiron resisted the urge to laugh. The butt ribbons ruined Suicune's regal appearance, in her opinion. If this Bahamut fellow really
    did craft the Sages from light, he could've at least made some design alterations.

    "So, uh, you used to be a different pokémon, right?" the lunala asked to distract herself. "Was the water a big part of your life before you took this job?"

    Suicune nodded. "Would you believe me if I said I was a dreadnaw?"

    Chiron blinked.
    Truthfully, no. She remained silent.

    "Pfbt. That look on your face tells me everything."

    The lunala ducked her head under her left wing. How embarrassing. A few weeks outside the Qliphoth and she'd forgotten how to mask her facial expressions? Matriarch would—

    ... No. Stop. She left Eternatus for a reason. This didn't matter.

    Lifting her head, Chiron said, "It
    is a strange leap. I mean, I guess you're still four-legged."

    "But dreadnaw isn't a picture of beauty and grace." Suicune pivoted to wink at Chiron.

    "Is that what your, um, Sage title is?"

    "The Sage of Grace, yes." Suicune bobbed her head. She strode across the water. The small waves passed around her legs like they weren't even an obstacle. "In its natural state, water is graceful. Always flowing. Drifting. Cascading."

    She flicked her right forepaw, kicking up some ocean spray that showered the sand in front of Chiron. The wet grains glistened even as they quickly dried up.

    "Right." Chiron stared at the drying sand. Suicune made sense, and yet the lunala was still confused. "But what does grace have to do with protecting the planet?"

    Flummoxing, Suicune stumbled a bit. Which was enough to break her water-walking powers, as she fell forward with an audible
    splat. Chiron raised a brow at the Suicune-shaped imprint in the sand left behind when Suicune got back to her feet. And it was really hard not to laugh at the sand and silt caking Suicune's face and hair.

    "Was it something I said?" Chiron mused.

    Suicune did her best to look unphased, shaking the silt off. "I honestly asked my teacher the same question." She twisted her neck and a blue diamond on a chain swiveled out of her hair. It had that same eight-pointed star Chiron saw on the back of Bahamut's head. Other Sages had different-colored gems with the same symbol and she wasn't sure why.

    "And I assume you got an answer?" Chiron said.

    "Bahamut feels that if we carry ourselves with grace, we're less likely to come to blows," Suicune explained. Finished shaking off the sand, she walked onto the shore. A wave swept away half the trail of pawprints she left behind.

    "I see." Chiron folded her wings over her torso. "And not fighting is... important."

    "Yes." Suicune glanced skyward. "More than anything, Bahamut wants this world to be as tranquil as possible. That's why the Sages exist."

    Chiron frowned. She envisioned a togekiss in the back of her head.


    "You must keep Eternatus as peaceful as possible. Fighting will only serve to draw the Renegade toward us and ruin everything."

    "Isn't it our nature as pokémon to fight, though?" Chiron wondered, trying to shake the memory out of her mind.

    "You mean, like, for sport?"

    "At the very least."

    Suicune shrugged. "Bahamut doesn't see it that way. He dreams of a world where battling isn't necessary."

    Chiron looked down. Why would pokémon even
    have powers, then? It was completely at odds with Bahamut's way of thinking.

    "Something wrong?"

    The lunala stiffened. "Hmm?" She shook her head. "I'm fine. Just thinking."

    "About your home?"

    A single nod.

    Suicune slowly slid onto her belly. "But you fled from there, right? Was battling that big of a deal?"

    Chiron sighed. "In a manner of speaking."

    "Well, if the place made you so unhappy you had to leave, maybe you ought to give our way of thinking a try," Suicune said. She traced a forepaw in a circle through the sand. "See if it's really that strange or not."

    Chiron wasn't sure it was that simple. Keeping a low profile was important, though. She wasn't looking to upset Bahamut. Better to play along while she continued to feel things out.

    Even if it
    did sound strange, Chiron doubted it was worse than remaining Archbishop.

    XxX​

    "Gah!"

    Yuna's head shot up. The drakloak furiously rubbed her eyes, then pulled her hands away.

    Damp? Why were her hands wet?

    ... Oh, she had dropped down onto a towel.

    Right, I'd finished showering. Yuna looked over her shoulder. Steam faded from the glass shower door. Water droplets trickled down into the shower basin.

    She wasn't sure whether to count her blessings that she didn't pass out while showering. The fact that the Phantom — they were calling it Necrozma, apparently — had another Needle was quite alarming. However, it wasn't like Yuna could do anything about it right this second.

    Sighing, the drakloak picked herself and her towel off the floor. She finished drying off and tossed the towel into a wicker basket sitting in the corner by chipped green ceramic tiles. Yuna floated toward the door and pushed it open.

    Who to tell first? She doubted everyone was together at the moment. Yuna turned right and floated down the hall. Hopefully she wouldn't get turned around trying to find her way back to the restaurant.

    "Couldn't you, y'know, just make a rift to it?" Reshiram pointed out.

    "Tis true! Work smarter and not harder," Rayquaza added.

    "Right." Yuna rubbed the front edge of her rectangular head. She was about to call forth a small rift when faint golden light appeared at the other end of the hall.

    I think someone's coming. Yuna straightened up a bit. Her ectoplasm shriveled the moment she realized the gold light came from a familiar dusknoir.

    It was hard to read his single eye, but Yuna afforded herself a guess. "Looking for me?"

    Vegna looked at his right arm. Golden embers trickled off of it, dissolving against the walls and floor. "Necrozma found another Needle."

    "Yeah." Yuna's shoulders sagged. "I don't suppose you and Gene have come up with some way to stop him yet?"

    Vegna turned away from her.

    "I'm going to go with 'no,'" Reshiram said.

    Yuna floated toward him. "So, what now?"

    The dusknoir continued down the hall, saying nothing.

    "Okaaaay." Yuna followed him. Maybe he was looking for somewhere private— okay, yeah, he literally just went into some random door on the left. Yuna stopped in the doorway. It was an empty room, save for a broom and a dustpan. Given the dust sprinkled on the floor, the room hadn't served a purpose for quite a while.

    "I have sought for a joy without pain, for a solid without fluctuation," Vegna said, crossing his arms. His eye dimmed. "Why will you die, O Eternals? Why live in unquenchable burnings?"

    "Huh?" Yuna tilted her head.

    "He was fond of a particular poet from Earth," Vegna explained. "Bahamut wrote most of the poems in his journal."

    "He'd recite stanzas from them to us all the time," Reshiram said, nodding in the back of Yuna's head.

    "It was so boooraaaaaaawming."

    Yuna shoved Cresselia out of her mind before could yawn again. What did any of this have to do with stopping Necrozma? "Is poetry the key to beating him? Force him to remember things he liked?" Stopping him with the power of positive memories sounded like something right out of Shaymin the Wanderer's Super Darkness Crisis.

    "The best thing we can do against Necrozma is stall him." Vegna tapped his right index finger against his left arm. "Stall and find Needles before him. His power is too great. Not even Mewtwo can stand up against him."

    That wasn't what Yuna needed to hear. Vegna had basically given up before taking a solid crack at anything! "Then why go through all the trouble to find us?" The drakloak leaned against the doorway.

    "I had to." Vegna squeezed his arms. There was an uncertainty in the dusknoir's voice Yuna hadn't heard before. "And you didn't let me finish," he added, a bit more like his rigid self.

    Yuna reluctantly gestured for him to continue.

    "If we want to defeat Necrozma, we must reunite Phantom with soul." Vegna held his hands up and squished them together.

    "You can do that?" Yuna eyed Vegna skeptically. She heard about the necromancy thing, but if Bahamut severed his soul ages ago, it would be long gone.

    "A soul cannot be erased." Vegna turned and braced his left hand on the wall. "I would stake my necromancy title on that fact. Bahamut's soul is still out there. Perhaps it passed to this 'Overworld' realm, but I strongly doubt it."

    "I bet he thinks pulling more Needles will force the soul out of wherever it's hiding," Reshiram said. Yuna decided to pass that theory along to Vegna, who nodded slowly.

    "That's my deduction." He tapped his index finger against the wall. "Necrozma reacted violently to the Needles I pulled, after all."

    Makes sense.

    "Hold it!"
    Reshiram's fur puffed out in Yuna's psyche. "He said Needles. Like more than one!"

    Yuna blinked. "Hang on... Needles? I thought it was just Zekrom."

    Vegna pushed himself away from the wall. His hands flickered gold. Griffon and Talonflame touched down on the dusty floor, spreading their wings in unison.

    "Lo! I unfold my darkness," he declared. "And on this rock, place with strong hand the book of eternal brass, written in my solitude."

    Poetry was not what Yuna needed to connect the dots. The drakloak rubbed her forehead. "These two are sages? There's no way. I mean, Talonflame's a fer—"

    Talonflame opened his wings and screeched.

    "Aww, there, there." Griffon draped a metallic wing over Talonflame. "She didn't mean it."

    "Much like the blabbermouth half-lugia, these two were already corrupted." Vegna gestured to Talonflame. "Victini, Sage of Victory." He then pointed at Griffon, but the corviknight beat him to the punch.

    "Raikou reporting in!" Griffon saluted with a wing. "Apparently. Don't remember diddly squat about those days."

    Yuna's eyes slowly widened. There's no way...

    "Hmm. I doth recall Sir Raikou having a mouth on him,"
    Rayquaza said. "Not in the same way Dame Lugia did, either. He would mouth off at Bahamut. She would crack jokes."

    "Can you prove that?" Yuna squeaked.

    Griffon cawed with laughter. "What kind of hack d'ya take V for, huh? Proof's in the journal-flavored pudding. My name shows up there." The corviknight puffed out his chest. "I'm Baha-famous!"

    "And we're done here." Vegna snapped his fingers. Both his birds vanished in flecks of golden light. "Satisfied?"

    Now it was Yuna's turn to brace herself, only she used the doorframe. "I guess so."

    What had they been talking about originally?

    Right, a way to stop Necrozma. "So, there's really no other way besides Needle hunting?" Yuna found that quite dangerous if it would bring them to further blows with Necrozma. "Couldn't we just let him get the others and search for the soul?"

    "The more he has, the stronger he will be, even after we strip his invincibility," Vegna said. "He attacked you with the techniques of the Sages he acquired, did he not? You're only worsening your odds by letting him get Needles."

    Yuna wasn't sure how big a difference it could really make. "I mean... Bahamut was already strong enough to sink an entire island. What could a few extra Sages do for him?"

    "More attacks for him to use, obviously."

    Silence followed. The two ghosts stared each other down.

    "Forgive the discourtesy of my curt response." Vegna leaned against the wall again. "It's a risky situation no matter what. The journal suggests Bahamut was consumed by rage leading up to his death. Reviving him... could revitalize that anger and aggression."

    "As if what he did to Gene wasn't aggressive?" Yuna countered. Vegna's expression was too tough for the drakloak to read. She'd need the direct approach to get more out of him. "Is there something you're not telling me?" Yuna did her best to look as tired as possible. "I'm sick of making decisions without having all the information."

    "I pulled the first Needle." Vegna looked down at his right hand. Golden fissures enveloped most of it. He squeezed his hand shut. The cracks sealed themselves. "Every subsequent one has worsened the destabilizing. It's getting harder and harder to keep my body together."

    Yuna saw where this was going. "This big idea of yours... you won't be around to see it through to the end."

    A single nod.

    "Figures." Yuna rubbed her temples, torn between a couple of different responses. She could've told him it was easy for him to float there and throw out crazy ideas. Yuna didn't like Vegna. It was hard to feel bad for the guy.

    "I'm not expecting any pity," Vegna said, as if he'd read her thoughts. "I made a lot of bad decisions in my youth." He glanced at his right hand again. "It took time for the consequences to catch up to me, but I don't intend to run from them."

    "A lot of decisions? What else besides the Needles?" Reshiram wondered.

    "What do you mean by that?" Yuna asked Vegna.

    "Using my new abilities for my own benefits," the dusknoir replied. "A path that eventually led to me becoming an executioner for the Kingdom of Radiance." He crossed his arms and bowed his head. "And, at first, I was more than happy to carry out that task. But as the years went on, a deep unease gripped me that only grew over time."

    "Unease?" Yuna tilted her head. "About?"

    "Radiance's royal family." Vegna floated up to Yuna. "I'm hardly a pure soul. Yet at the time, I couldn't shake the sense there was a dreadful rot at the center of the kingdom. So, I put in the effort to transition from working in the prison system to the courts."

    Yuna raised a brow. "All so you could conduct your own investigation?"

    "Did Paper Boy not offer you a glimpse at the fruits of my labor?" Vegna shrugged. He looked ready to push Yuna aside, so the drakloak gave him the space to float out the door.

    "So, what? You'll do what you can to help, then leave us to clean up the rest of the mess?" Yuna said. She kept her distance, but still gave a disapproving look. After all, Vegna having Igneous take all that evidence to Sakaki hardly qualified as helping.

    "I'm hardly thrilled about it, either." Vegna's shoulders sagged. Some of the golden cracks returned on his right arm. "But it cannot be avoided."

    They were talking in circles. Yuna couldn't come up with anything else, other than, "Fine. Whatever. But when we find new dimensional anomalies, those take priority. So, if you want the Needles salvaged that badly, you'll have to do a lot more to help."

    The dusknoir didn't respond at first. He made an effort to hide his right arm. "There's a ferocity about you I never saw when you were a dreepy."

    Yuna held tough at his attempts to unnerve her. "You didn't see me much as a dreepy to begin with."

    "Valid point." Vegna... chuckled? Yuna didn't think he was capable of it. "Do not let it slip away. Because continuing down this path will lead you to discover several horrible truths. And without that tenacity... the weight of those truths will crush you."

    Vegna floated away before Yuna could press him on that. The drakloak tried flying after him, but Vegna was faster. She stopped by the door to a metal stairwell, watching Vegna float up through a gap in the middle of the stairs.

    What did he mean by that? Did he have a premonition?

    "I didn't think necromancers doubled as fortune tellers,"
    Reshiram said. "But 'horrible truths?'" He shuddered in Yuna's mind. "Something about the way he phrased that doesn't sit right with me."

    Yuna wasn't sure if that meant Vegna lied... or something completely different. And the conversation tired her out enough to where she didn't want to fall down that raboot hole.

    "At the very least, thou shouldst inform thine allies of this latest Needle pulling."

    Right.
    Yuna slowly hovered up the stairs. That much, at least, was easy to do.

    XxX​

    Crisp air brushed Igneous' scales. Soft grass crunched under his feet. The grovlazzle trudged across the grassy hills surrounding Horizon Gardens, craning his head up to take in as much of the setting sun as he could.

    Try as he might, he couldn't get that forest out of his head. It was disturbingly familiar. So were the pokémon he saw in it. But why? Outside of one of them sharing a name with a certain toxtricity, he had nothing.

    However, the forest remained a nagging unease. Its large trees and thick brush kept popping up in his mind. So, after giving a report on what happened in Tulpise, he asked someone to rift him over to Horizon Gardens. Igneous figured the empty grass fields could help clear his head a bit.

    It wasn't working as intended. Igneous kept seeing faint outlines of large trees. Or a specter of a riolu running in front of him, arms stuck out to the side.

    Why? Igneous rubbed his head with his claws. Why won't it stop? What had that cloud daemon done to him?

    It had to be some sort of psychic trick. Maybe if Igneous went to Gene, the mewtwo would find something?

    Igneous' snout twitched. Fruity and sweet, but also bitter. Nearby wine? Was someone out picnicking? He had to make himself scarce. But when he turned to head down the hill and back toward Horizon Gardens, he noticed glistening white out of the corner of his eye.

    The grovlazzle crept closer and spotted nine messy tails... and the white-furred ponyta— or ponytales they came from. Shimmer tossed an empty bottle over his left shoulder. It bounced along the grass and rolled to a stop by a couple other empty bottles.

    Igneous didn't get the chance to consider his next move, because Shimmer abruptly turned around. Recognition flashed in his eyes. Then he squinted. "Are you stalking me?"

    "No." Igneous held his hands up. After Tulpise, he didn't want to deal with any more psychics poking at his mind or squishing him against the ground. "You were in Tulpise, right? So was I. I guess we both had the same idea."

    They silently stared each other down. Eventually, Shimmer gave a small huff. He pivoted back around, flicking disheveled white hair over his shoulder. "I'm not sharing." Shimmer levitated another wine bottle up and yanked the cork off. The pop drew a wince from Igneous.

    "Maybe you should slow down?" Igneous cautiously approached.

    "Why? I've got Pastel Veil." Shimmer rolled his eyes. He took a swig from the bottle.

    "Right." Igneous kept walking until he stood over Shimmer. "But I doubt your liver's appreciating this."

    Shimmer paused in the midst of tilting the bottle. His eyes darted between the grovlazzle and his wine. Grunting, Shimmer set the bottle down. "What does it matter? I'm nothing but a failure."

    Somehow, Shimmer sounded more dour than he did back in the library. Igneous figured literally looking down on the ponytales didn't help. He quickly sat down, bending his knees to lean against them. "Tulpise that rough, huh?" It was the most logical conclusion he could draw.

    "Did you bring the materials I gave you to the Beacon or not?" Shimmer refused to meet Igneous' gaze.

    "I did. Then we went to Tulpise." Visions of the forest flooded Igneous' mind again. "We had," he shuddered, "our own issues to deal with there."

    "Well, you must've had a better time with your 'issues,'" Shimmer huffed. He levitated up the bottle again, ready to take a drink from it.

    "Hard to say. My 'issues' got away," Igneous admitted. And left a present in my head.

    Frowning, Shimmer gulped down some of the wine. "Getting away is better than destroying your meltan titan and making off with all the meltan that formed it. Because that's what happened to me."

    Igneous' tails and head leaf briefly ignited. "Shit! Shit!" He turned around and swatted the grass where his tails were before it caught fire. The grovlazzle stiffened. "I, uh—"

    "See?" Shimmer swallowed another mouthful of wine. "You think I screwed up, too."

    "I was surprised." Igneous shifted his weight uneasily. "Didn't know the meltan could... make a titan or anything."

    "And now Eternatus' forces have it," Shimmer said, ears folding. God, the self-loathing in his voice. It was... scarily familiar to Igneous. "I'm supposed to be stronger. To have the power to make things happen. And I couldn't do a damn thing to stop that machine."

    Igneous wasn't sure if he was meant to press for details. He settled on a reasonable approach. "You mean machines, right? There were two of them."

    To his surprise, Shimmer shook his head. "There was a third. It showed up out of nowhere. Struck Melmetal down in one attack." The ponytales looked down. His eyes were full of fear. "It was going to kill me if that distortion hadn't erupted out of nowhere and forced it to retreat."

    The grovlazzle wasn't sure whether to talk about his role in causing that distortion. Everything surrounding Xeromus and the cloud daemon hurt to even think about. Instead, Igneous asked, "What did that machine look like?"

    Shimmer shuddered. "Kind of like that lunatic helmet-wearing mutt they keep showing on the news." He bit his lip and nervously dug his forehoof into the grass. "If you took the helmet off and made him really purple and red."

    Igneous sucked a sharp breath in. That sounded like Widget! But the silvally was still at the outpost. Had Paradox made another one?

    "What's with that look?" Shimmer frowned. "Don't tell me you know about this?"

    "N-No." Igneous held his hands up. "It surprised me. That's all." He had to save face. "It sounds like a rough situation. I'm sure you tried your best."

    Shimmer sideyed Igneous. His nostrils briefly flared, but then he lowered his head. "Easy for you to say." Shimmer glanced at the wine bottle. "You're actually competent."

    Bingo. Igneous had an in. Though the grovlazzle weighed exactly how much he wanted to tell Shimmer. Bringing the Ryujin up was out of the question. Could he tiptoe around that? What if Shimmer's power boost came with some sort of ESP lie detector?

    No. Not even Gene's that good.

    He sighed. Igneous stretched his legs out. "I'm not."

    Shimmer looked unconvinced.

    "I put up a good front." Igneous looked down at his orange and yellow belly. "Well, I put up a good front before this."

    The ponytales slowly turned around. Igneous piqued his interest. Good. He could continue.

    "My mother died from a poisoning several years ago," Igneous said. He didn't leave any time for that to linger. "A poisoning meant for my father. Because of an investigative piece the Beacon was working on."

    Shimmer frowned. "But he's a nidoking."

    "The poison was seventy-five percent pure salazzle venom," Igneous replied. In truth, he had no idea what the poison was. But it probably involved salazzle toxins. "My dad didn't even tell me until Mom ended up in the hospital. I had to watch her slowly wither away."

    He rested his hands on his knees. "I thought I could avenge her. I was stupid enough to try and challenge the kingdom's criminal underworld."

    Shimmer blinked. "You're still here, though."

    "I lost an arm for it." Igneous rubbed his right arm with his left. "Before these... mutations, I always had a prosthetic." A damn good one, judging by the shock on Shimmer's expression. "My garchomp bodyguard is the only reason I survived. But it caused everyone at the Beacon to lose faith in me. To doubt I'd make a good replacement for my father when he decided to retire."

    The grovlazzle guessed Shimmer's next question before he could ask it. Holding up his right arm, he said, "No one in my family had anything to do with me attending Horizon. That was entirely me. I took Mom's life insurance payout for myself and enrolled on my own.

    "And, well, you might've heard claims I was involved with the problematic concert in Venish." Igneous hunched over again. "So, clearly, I'm not as put together as you think." He shook his head. "We're both screw-ups."

    Silence followed. Though he didn't meet Igneous' gaze, Shimmer was contemplative. And he hadn't picked up the wine bottle again. A part of Igneous wondered why he was spilling his heart to Shimmer of all people. But if this day had made anything clear, it was that the two had more in common than he realized.

    "What do I do?"

    Igneous tilted his head. "Hmm?"

    "I just want to give up." Shimmer pawed at the ground with a forehoof. "I don't know a thing about battling competently or keeping people safe. A power boost is meaningless if you don't know how to use it properly." He hung his head shamefully. "Two of our classmates were inside those Iron Moths. Eternatus' emperor... has brought them onto his side."

    The grovlazzle decided not to bring up that he knew that already.

    "Don't you get it? Do the math." Shimmer squeezed his eyes shut. "If the emperor's using our classmates against us, then that means..." He grimaced. "That means..."

    Igneous recalled Artemis' report from Operation Follow Me: Xander was the first to turn to Paradox's side. He bowed his head. "Right. Your boyfriend."

    Shimmer laughed bitterly. "Yeah. Sure." He shook his head.

    "Is there a problem?" Igneous raised a brow.

    "Yes." Shimmer's brow furrowed. His expression was painful. "Xander and I... we were a total screw-up of a couple."

    That was a bold claim to make out of the blue. Igneous could see Shimmer's desire to explain himself, and held his tongue.

    "There wasn't love there. Only lust." Shimmer waved his right foreleg dismissively. "Most of what we did was just... flaunt our status in public or get busy with one another. That's not a relationship." He sounded embarrassed... for himself. "That's barely even 'friends with benefits.'"

    Igneous never did like the sylveon. Total prick, in his opinion. He wouldn't be surprised if Xander craved the status and power that came with being the crown prince's consort. "You guys have been together for a few years, though..."

    "Yeah. And I hate that I'm just struggling with this now." Shimmer smacked the ground with his left forehoof repeatedly. "But it's all I can think of... now that I realize how much of an idiot I am. If I was smarter, maybe I'd have picked up signs earlier. But he was really good with—"

    "Dooooon't need the details." Igneous waved his hands in front of his face. The grovlazzle already knew more than he wanted to. He'd seen copies of the harassment complaints lodged against Shimmer and Xander that Sakaki had gotten his hands on.

    Shimmer blinked a few times. "Right. Yeah. Stupid of me." He shrank back slightly. "Point is... this is beyond me. I should give up, but I'm stuck working with Demerzel."

    Did that have to be the case, though? If Yuna went through the trouble of gathering up new recruits, why couldn't Igneous do the same thing?

    "Then work with us instead."

    Shimmer's tails poofed out. It was an amusing sight.

    "I— that's—" Shimmer's eyes darted around. "Demerzel's psychic powers are strong. He could track me directly to you guys. I think?"

    "We have a strong psychic of our own," Igneous claimed. He could've very well been setting himself up to get cursed out by Gene for offering up the mewtwo's services without permission. But Igneous would take any extra leverage he could get.

    "And I'm still Crown Prince," Shimmer mumbled. "I have to... keep tabs on Mother."

    Igneous didn't see the problem with his offer. "You'd have more resources if you worked with us."

    The conflict on Shimmer's face was clear as day. Igneous wasn't going to force him into anything. "You don't have to decide right now. I'll give you space if you want it."

    Before the grovlazzle could move away, Shimmer scooted to his side. "Don't. Please."

    Igneous' tails almost caught fire again. "Shimmer, what're you—"

    "Sorry." The ponytales' tails curled around his hips. "I just— this feels like the first time someone's been genuinely nice to me. No ulterior motives or anything."

    Technically Igneous could counter that getting Shimmer into the resistance's ranks was an ulterior motive. But it was more that Igneous empathized with Shimmer's struggles. Kind of like Scarlett, huh? They'd all made bad decisions because they didn't want people to see them as screw-ups.

    Igneous shrugged. "I get it. This shit's weighing down on all of us."

    Thoughts of Xeromus raced through his head. Igneous did his best not to flinch.

    "Guess it helps to have people you can relate to." The grovlazzle scooched right next to him. He misjudged his distance and bumped his side with Shimmer's. They fixed their wide eyes on each other.

    "My bad." Igneous repositioned slightly. "Head's still a bit cloudy."

    "Right." Shimmer rubbed his forehooves together. "Same here."

    An awkward silence followed, until Shimmer whispered, "Would your, erm, team really be okay working with me?"

    Igneous nodded. There was the whole Ryujin issue, but that was something he could address later. If Gene could uncouple Shimmer from Demerzel's ESP, that would make things much easier.

    "Then I guess," Shimmer took a sharp breath, "we can give it a try."

    It was far from an enthusiastic embrace of Igneous' idea. He opted for an equally muted response. "Nice." He didn't stand up. "We don't have to leave this second, though."

    Shimmer offered a thankful nod. "Why did you come here, anyway?"

    "To clear my head." Igneous scratched it with his left hand. "Though this... didn't exactly help."

    "Ah." Shimmer looked guiltily. "Well, I guess... we can sit here in silence?"

    Igneous raised a brow. "Like actual silence? Or 'guzzling wine' silence?"

    The ponytales flinched. He glanced at the wine bottles. His horn sparked. They rolled up the hill. "I'll recycle them properly," Shimmer mumbled. "Promise."

    Tongue clicking, Igneous pivoted in the grass. "All right. Silence it is." Except the grovlazzle lay on his back, resting his head against his hands. He looked out at the setting sun, trying to keep Xeromus' words and the strange visions from seeping into his thoughts.

    Igneous found the team a new ally. Sure, there might be some growing pains. But there was strength in numbers, right?

    This is a good thing.

    He hadn't realized Shimmer lay down next to him until silky hair brushed against his side. Igneous didn't move.

    It's a good thing, he told himself again. We can... help each other.
     
    Chapter 79: You Wyndon Some, You Lose Some
  • Ambyssin

    Gotta go back. Back to the past.
    Location
    Residency hell
    Pronouns
    he/him
    Partners
    1. silvally-dragon
    2. necrozma-ultra
    3. milotic
    4. zoroark-soda
    5. dreepy
    6. mewtwo-ambyssin
    Chapter 79: You Wyndon Some, You Lose Some

    Two weeks went by in a hazy blur. Perhaps because the outpost buzzed with activity. The monks kept their eyes out for anomalies, but came up empty. Gene and Vegna worked with an Aeon platoon to deal with tracking Necrozma. The only reports so far were of the Phantom jumping through rifts, followed by long stretches of purposeless ambling. It led the resistance to conclude that, unlike their rift makers, Necrozma struggled to conjure portals.

    Cyril made plans to try and create a machine for tracking anomalies with the help of the two Red Chain fragments the team had. But there were issues making sure the fragments could remain stable in such a machine. Or something. Most of that technical jargon went over Yuna's head. Probably, Seifer's, too. Yuna figured that, given the talk around the outpost, the keldeo hung around Cyril for different reasons.

    Cid was happy to have a handful of skorps assisting him with all the monitors. It actually gave him a bit of breathing room. He asked Yuna if he could puruse Bahamut's old journal and she directed him to Vegna. Perhaps the orbeetle wanted to compare what was written with his own past research?

    The big oddity was Shimmer. Igneous apparently got permission to explain Shimmer's situation. Yuna felt a pang of sympathy, but never got to talk with him. Since Gene insisted on more rest before he seriously exerted himself, Shimmer mostly kept to himself. Only appearing when he had to eat. He was polite, yet stiff. At least, compared to what Yuna remembered. Nikki always studied him skeptically. Yuna worried if it was the toxtricity's old grudge toward the so-called ponytales.

    With everyone finding things to keep them occupied, that left Yuna with training. Something she'd never done much of in her life. But something she sorely needed. Not in the sense of bolstering her own limited attacks, but in keeping the shadows firmly under control. And calling on Sage powers faster.

    To her surprise, Alder proposed she train in tandem with Leo. The drakloak hesitated to have her son do that. But the psychic braviary emphasized the importance of Leo learning to control the powers his plates gave him.

    Today was one such training session. Yuna hovered over some metal platforms Guzzie Jr. had separated off his main arena. She focused on the Soul Dew's light. A small Fusion Flare formed over her head. After a moment's hesitation, she hurled it toward the cosmic arceus. His wheel shifted from gold to a sparkling ocean blue. Leo melted into a puddle. The Fusion Flare sphere harmlessly passed by him.

    Yuna curled her right hand. The Fusion Flare erupted. Leo reformed from the puddle. "Fast, right?" His starcloud tail wagged. "Now, water attack thingy go!"

    His blue wheel flashed. Water burst from the ground directly underneath Yuna. Meeping, she shot forward. White Quick Attack energy trailed behind her.

    For a brief moment, the platform and water columns stopped. Had they... crystalized?

    No, wait, that didn't make any sense. The columns splashed water all around, then disappeared. Yuna rubbed her eyes. She must have imagined it.

    "Ah, splendid!" From beside the platforms, Alder clapped his legs together. "No soaking of the peanut gallery, Leo. I'm impressed!"

    The cosmic arceus looked around, eyes sparkling. "You have peanuts?"

    "Ah, no." Alder's pink head feathers drooped. "That's an expression."

    "Ohhhh. Right." Leo nodded. Yuna frowned, uncertain if Alder's correction actually stuck.

    "What now?" The drakloak drifted to the ground and stretched out for a quick rest. "Junior's going to open his arena soon, right? I'd rather not practice around all those people." She gestured vaguely toward the empty stands. Not to mention the noise.

    "Hmm." Alder stroked his chin with a wing.

    "Anomaly identified! Anomaly identified!"

    With a holler, Yuna's body shriveled up into her head. "Owww..." Yuna's head flopped over. "Not so loooooud. We keep these X-transceivers by our heads, Skorp!"

    "Aw, shucks. Sorry 'boot that!" Skorp laughed nervously. "Guess I got a bit excited, eh. First time 'n all that."

    I can tell.
    Yuna slowly managed to pop her body out of her head. Guess they knew what they'd be doing. At least she was well-rested this time.

    "Brother Kora's agreed to go with the scouting team like we discussed?" Seifer asked over the X-transceiver line.

    "Yepperino," Skorp chirped.

    "Great. If they can stabilize the rift, we can know what we're getting into," Widget said.

    "Where is it, though?" Valkyrie wondered. "At least, on our side of things."

    No response at first. Frowning, Yuna hovered off the ground. "Uhh, guys?"

    "Sorry." It was Cyril. "Needed to know if Gene was online."

    "... It's Earth, isn't it?" Gene was terse.

    "Kanto, specifically."

    "Which part?"

    "Indigo Plateau."


    Yuna looked toward the aurora on the horizon. Who names a plateau after a color? She then had to imagine an invisible hand muzzling Reshiram before he could give her an answer.

    Gene's sigh echoed through Yuna's X-transceiver. "We better hope that anomaly's outside the Pokémon League. Otherwise, we've got problems on top of problems."

    "Pokémon League?" Yuna said. She glanced at Alder, who had landed on the platform and was furiously flipping through one of his books.

    "A system where humans train pokémon to battle for sport," the psychic braviary declared. "It's near ubiquitous for worlds where humans and pokémon coexist!"

    Yuna quirked a brow. Battling for sport wasn't an issue. They did plenty of that in Aeon. Tests of strength and whatnot. But what role would humans have to play in that?

    "Thou hast seen it with thine own eyes," Rayquaza piped up. "In Malie and LaRousse. Humans partnering with pokémon."

    I dunno,
    Yuna responded. Molayne and Liza felt more like... bosses with pokémon employees.

    The X-transceiver crackled again before Yuna could say anything else.

    "Yiazmat reporting with the scouting team. The anomaly is immediately behind a very large building at the center of this structure. Not seeing Eternatus Troopers, but humans have the area cordoned off."

    Well, that sounded bad. If the people there already knew about the anomaly, they could alert the emperor!

    "Assuming they haven't already," Reshiram pointed out.

    Not helping!

    "Sorry..."


    Yuna gestured for Leo to come to her side. "Let's get ready, Leo. We might have to move fast."

    The cosmic arceus trotted through the air, nodding. "I'll puddleify if I have to!"

    Sighing, Yuna forced a smile. "It's liquify, sweetie."

    "Right, that too!"

    "Okay." Gene wasn't quite as terse as before. "Not the worst case scenario."

    "We still need a plan,"
    Widget countered.

    "Cyril will go and provide an illusory cover for the scouts," Gene said. "We'll break into Teams Bastion and Bureau based on what they find. Bastion'll head in the rift with Yuna and Leo. Bureau will stay behind to ward off any Troopers that drop by."

    He paused. "Any objections?"

    No one spoke up. Yuna put Cyril's disguise collar on Leo, turning him into a dreepy again. He floated onto Yuna's head. The drakloak buckled briefly. Deeeefinitely heavier than before. She straightened herself up. "Heading back to the restaurant. You coming, Alder?"

    "Yes, of course." The braviary placed the book back in his white head plume and flew after them.

    XxX​

    Indigo Plateau wasn't indigo. In fact, there were hardly any shades of blue to speak of! At least, that was Yuna's impression as her eyes traced the gray stone walkway past rows of empty pop up shopping booths to a stone staircase. It climbed up to a gold, circular building. A stadium, judging by pictures Yuna had seen.

    INDIGO POKÉMON LEAGUE: HOME OF THE INDIGO AND SILVER CONFERENCES

    Hanging underneath the gold sign was a "TEMPORARILY CLOSED." Hastily placed, judging by how it dangled from frayed ropes.

    "Indigo Plateau my ass." Nikki rested her hands behind her head. "More like 'False Advertising Plateau.'"

    Seifer rolled his eyes. "We're not here to judge its outer appearance."

    "No duh." The toxtricity's mohawk frazzled. "You put this shit next to its name and anyone's gonna sit back in their chair and say 'My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.'"

    "Isn't that a bit dramatic?" Yuna said, raising a brow.

    "It's making a point." Nikki jabbed an index finger into Yuna's ectoplasmic torso.

    "Shh!" Cyril glared over his shoulder. "Invisibility illusion doesn't work if you keep yapping it up. I'm concentrating, here."

    Nikki pantomimed zipping her lips shut, then tossed the imaginary key over her shoulder.

    Yuna hovered next to her, studying the humans scattered around the grass at the facility's perimeter. Their blue uniforms reminded her a bit of Molayne's. I guess it's still the local police.

    "Strange. You'd think by now the empire would do something,"
    Reshiram said. He paced around in Yuna's mind. "Unless they're monitoring things from afar?" His fur puffed out. "You don't think we're wandering into an ambush, do you?"

    The drakloak bit her lip. Wouldn't they have attacked our scouts, then?

    "Not if they realized the people they're
    really after hadn't shown up," Reshiram countered.

    Yuna hovered faster. She didn't want to entertain the possibility that the empire had strong aura readers waiting in the wings. Besides, wouldn't Gene and Cyril have covered that?

    A familiar jagged purple rift lay ahead of them. Out in the open, pulsating with static. The humans kept their distance. Assorted growlithe, arcanine, and houndoom whimpered whenever the officers tried to get them to sniff the ground close to the rift.

    Taking deep breaths, Yuna prepared herself for what was ahead. Another big city, apparently. A place called Wyndon. Things were calm, yet hectic, according to Koraidon. Which could have meant any number of things. But put that together with the anomaly core giving off a signal from a highly populated part of the city... and Yuna couldn't help but think about the Butterfree Effect's warning.

    She glanced at her hands. No shadows. No reaction to the rift. Good. Her training was paying off.

    "I don't recall your shadows appearing solely because of the anomaly rifts," Reshiram said.

    Let me have this, Yuna hissed, sending Reshiram scurrying from her mind.

    Cyril stopped. The cosmic zoroark made a few hand gestures... which Yuna hadn't the foggiest idea how to interpret. She tilted her head. Cyril appeared irritated. He scratched his right ear, then covered his snout with his hand.

    "It's going to be a handoff." Cyril's muffled voice came through the X-transceiver. "You guys will swap with the scouts, except for Brother Kora. Capiche?"

    The trio nodded.

    "Once you're there, you'll follow him to the anomaly core," Cyril continued. "Then try to get a sense for how much extra help you need."

    Seifer shifted uneasily. The keldeo walked up to Cyril and whispered into his ear.

    "Get away from it if your X-transceivers don't work, then" Cyril said. He knelt down and pecked Seifer's cheek. Seifer's face reddened. Nikki snickered. Yuna frowned at her. The toxtricity simply made a kissy face, earning glares from both the guys.

    "Ready for the exchange."

    That was Koraidon. Cyril hopped to attention and guided them toward the rift. He kept as far from the police dogs as he could, then eventually dashed across the grass. The trio hurried after him.

    Unlike other anomalies, this one greeted the team with... chilly air? Strange, but Yuna would find out the reason soon enough. Cyril pointed to the jagged rift.

    Nodding, Yuna checked to make sure Leo was balanced on her head. Then the drakloak flew through the portal.

    The result was the inverse of her previous anomaly jumps. Instead of shifting from dark to light, she'd gone from daytime to nighttime. Though there was still a fair amount of flavorfully colorful light several meters away. Courtesy of bright signs advertising fashion boutiques, hair salons, and restaurants like "Bob's Your Uncle."

    Chills rippled through her ectoplasm. Yuna rubbed her hands together. "Cold..."

    "'Mon up." Nikki strutted past, taking in a deep breath. "Crisp air like this is great!" She stretched her arms up. "Tells us we're alive!"

    The toxtricity took one step onto the stone walkway in front of the rift, then abruptly jumped back. "Gah! Hot!" Her mohawk frazzled. "The hell is this?!"

    "A heated walkway." A cyclizar stood on it, happily swishing his tail back and forth. "Isn't it lovely? The power of science is amazing!"

    Yuna tilted her head. That voice... was Koraidon's? "Did you take one of the disguise thingies?"

    "Of course. Can't go causing a scene." Koralizar clasped his hands together and bowed. "It would be quite un-zen of me."

    Leo hovered off Yuna's head and reached a fake dreepy hand out to touch the stone. "Oooooh! It is warm!" His eyes sparkled. "It's a magic path, Mom!"

    "Magic schmagic." Nikki crouched on the edge of the grass and poked the pathway with a twig. "Probably some dumb human technology."

    "Yes, yes." Seifer walked onto the path, shaking his head. "We can marvel at their wizardry later." The keldeo looked at Koralizar. "You can guide us toward the core, correct?"

    "Absolutely." Koralizar nodded. "Happy to go as fast or leisurely as you want."

    "Let's make it quick." Seifer impatiently tapped a hoof on the ground. "We don't want the others staying around Indigo Plateau for too long."

    Yuna nodded. She picked Leo up and placed him back on her head. The drakloak flew after the others. Their path followed a still river along the outskirts of a city whose colorful lights were mainly hidden by relatively tall brick buildings.

    "More like Venish than LaRousse," Reshiram said. "Has a certain rustic charm to it."

    She had a hard time drawing that conclusion just from brick buildings and a river. But then colorful sparks danced across the sky in the distance.

    "Whoa!" Leo wiggled excitedly atop Yuna's head. "It's like a rainbow of Fire Blasts!"

    "They're fireworks," Seifer said, galloping beside Koralizar. "And a lot of them, too. We're not arriving in the midst of some sort of festivity, are we?"

    Nikki held her hands up by her eyes in mid-stride. "Does 'Pokémon World Coronation Series' sound like a festivity?"

    The keldeo tripped, nearly stumbling to the ground. He managed to keep his balance, albeit falling back to Nikki's side. "It sounds... like they're crowning a monarch!" Seifer frowned. "Which wouldn't just be a festivity, it'd be a historical event! Do you have any idea how many people attended Isola's coronation?"

    "Pfbt." Still running, Nikki rolled her eyes. "I couldn't give a rattata's ass about that!"

    Yuna was still confused where Nikki had even pulled that phrase from. "How do you know there's a coronation?"

    The toxtricity pointed ahead. Amidst all the fireworks was... a flying wailord machine?! At least, it was big, round, and blue like a wailord. But it had a screen on it with some sort of gold sigil. The phrases "Pokémon World Coronation Series," "Wyndon 2020," and "Opening Ceremony, Sponsored by DENSOKU and Mach Motors" flashed by one after the other.

    "Do coronations usually have opening ceremonies?" Yuna wondered. Again, she and her friends could effortlessly read what was on the flying wailord machine. It wasn't a coincidence. It had to be her.

    She glanced at her torso. No shadows. Was this a part of that chaos the Butterfree Effect claimed she spread?

    "Oi, Princess, keep up!"

    "C'mon, Mom!"

    Leo tapped the edge of the drakloak's rectangular ahead. Nikki waved at her from several meters away. Yuna hovered after her.

    By now, things were much brighter. Both from the closer fireworks display... and the positively massive circular building underneath. Red and white light spilled out over the stone walkways surrounding it, as well as the river that curved around it.

    "Hot damn." Nikki slowed to a jog. "Look at all those people. No chance we're getting through something like that without a whole tauros herd." Smirking, the toxtricity rolled up her sleeve. "Or I could Boomburst 'em into a collective evening nap."

    Seifer's tail scrunched up. He, too, slowed his pace. "Let's not default to assaulting the humans, please."

    "Speaking as a monk, I must concur," Koralizar added. "And I don't think it wise to bring a keldeo toward all of those people. We'll attract far too much attention."

    Nikki's mohawk frazzled. "Then why'd we bring Pony Boy along instead of, like, Chompy?" She hiked up her leather jacket. "And what was the point of scouting ahead if you can't tell us there's a giant roadblock."

    "Would you believe me if I told you the crowd wasn't there before?" Laughing nervously, Koralizar scratched his head.

    The toxtricity glared at him.

    "It's the truth though." Koralizar rested on the railing beside him, staring at the river.

    Yuna continued watching the fireworks display. The bright, colorful bursts were practically hypnotic in the way they erupted against the night sky. Cool for sure, but she doubted she could simply fly toward the place undetected.

    "What about the oppaaaaaawmsite?"

    Cresselia's yawning made Yuna's tail crinkle. The opposite? Like going down?

    "Undaaaaaaawmground."


    The drakloak looked down at the path. Phasing through the ground? That would be an awfully long way to travel through. Did she have the strength to pull that off?

    "Hey, um, one of you tech people?" Yuna mainly addressed the X-transceiver. "There's a giant crowd by this big, uh..." She blinked. "That's another stadium, right?"

    Nikki nodded.

    "Okay. So, do you think there's something underground I could phase into?"

    Yuna waited for some sort of response, though she didn't know which resistance member would have an answer. Assuming any of them did.

    "Gotta be a sewer system, then." A response from Valkyrie isn't what Yuna expected. "Just like when we had to get past the protestors to Casaroja's railyard."

    "That'd be my guess, too,"
    Cyril added. "If you're looking for a way to get in underground, that's your best shot."

    Seifer tapped a hind hoof against the path. "You're going off on your own?"

    "Do you have a better idea?" Yuna gestured to the fireworks display in the sky. "Because flying doesn't strike me as doable."

    The keldeo opened his mouth to respond, then promptly shut it. "Fair. I guess... back off if you think there's trouble?"

    Yuna nodded. That was doable. She reached up and passed Leo over to Nikki. "C'mon, seriously?" The toxtricity held the fake dreepy at arm's length. "Why do I gotta look after Squirt?"

    "Because you were standing next to me," Yuna mused. She rubbed her hands together again, then dove into the ground. Fortunately, it wasn't proofed against ghost phasing like LaRousse's collider room. Yuna easily phased into the ground. She didn't have to push that far through rocks and soil before spotting rounded tunnels carrying water and big metal cables in different directions.

    "Hey, can you guys hear me?" she whispered, popping out of the ceiling. Yuna kept close to it in case she needed to phase back inside.

    "Loud and clear," Noctum chirped. "Did you find some sewers?"

    "Yeah." So far, it was a straight shot. The only lights were occasional small blue ones. And a couple of the bulbs had gone out. She wondered if any pokémon that liked dark, damp places actually lived down here.

    "But how wouldst they get any food?" Rayquaza asked.

    Yuna simply shrugged, then continued forward. To her relief, the sewer remained empty. No humans. No pokémon. Just dark water passing by underneath and blue light glinting off metal pipes and cables.

    "Find the stadium yet?"

    "No, Nikki." Yuna was pretty sure the group stopped a good distance away from it. "Though I guess there are more tunnels going straight up? With ladders and stuff."

    "Probably leading to manholes on the streets," Cyril said. "I think that's a good sign? A stadium's bound to have a lot of manholes by it."

    The drakloak kept going forward. "Then should I try going up?" What if she popped out of the ground and hit a human's shoe? She could cause a panic!

    "When we went to the train station, we found some sewer entrances for employees," Valkyrie responded. "Try looking for doors or staircases."

    Doors or staircases,
    Yuna mentally repeated to herself. She swiveled her head around, looking for anything that wasn't just a ladder going up or some other big sewer tunnel. Seeing nothing, Yuna flew forward at a slower pace, keeping her eyes peeled all the while.

    Eventually, one branch point had no water coming out of it. And was halfway between the base and ceiling of the sewer. Yuna cautiously approached and was rewarded with a metal door. Black and yellow bars ran across it. She floated up to it and pressed a hand against the metal. After recoiling from how cold it was, she put her hand back on it... and successfully phased it through. The rest of Yuna followed her hand through into some sort of dark shaft.

    Up it is, then. Yuna quickly ascended, passing metal beams and girders. Eventually she saw the base of a metal cube approaching. An elevator, probably. Like the ones at Cyril's outpost.

    She easily phased through the bottom of the elevator. Yuna didn't stop to take in its sights other than how shiny its white floor was. She could practically see her reflection in it.

    The drakloak phased through the gray elevator door into a dimly lit corridor. She passed by empty, gray metal walls. Light trickled in through cracks in a closed door at the other end. "Okay, I'm—"

    Yuna's X-transceiver flooded her head with static. She abruptly stopped talking and it went away. If she lost the signal, that had to mean she was close. But how close?

    Hesitantly, she glanced at her torso. Her shadows pooled at the base of her tail. More toward the left. Yuna took a breath to steady herself. A quick enough glimpse was all she needed. Let's get it over with quickly.

    She darted for the door on the other end, easily phasing through it. Bright blue and white light forced her to shield her eyes. It was another hallway. The white, pristine floor ended abruptly by a gray railing with glass underneath. Probably to keep smaller people from falling down to the other hallway below them.

    And there were people walking around down there. Yuna hastily looked left and saw multiple humans with uniforms similar to the ones the Indigo Plateau people wore. They had arcanine and boltund standing guard beside them. The police are here?

    Her shadows were trying to swing her tail in the officers' direction. And it didn't take long for Yuna to realize why.

    They stood in front of a door made of a heavy-looking black metal. There was a very large lock and some sort of screen underneath it. Both of which had ripples of distortion running across them.

    "Oh no," Reshiram squeaked in her mind. "The core... is inside a vault? Why does a stadium even have a vault? Look at it! It's practically as tall as Jade is!"

    Arcanine and Boltund locked eyes with her. Both started to bark at her. The officers' heads whipped in her direction.

    "Are you lost, little drakloak?" He reached for a radio attached to his belt. "Do you have a trainer?"

    Yuna didn't dare open her mouth. Even if it was just a couple of policemen and their dogs, this counted as trouble for her. It was time to double back to the others. As she turned around and got ready to phase back through the door, however, one of the officers shouted, "Wait, Drakloak!"

    "I'm getting the sergeant on the horn," the other said. "We oughta sweep the sewers."

    Yuna phased her way back through the door, ready to quickly retrace her steps back to the others. But the moment she got through the door, her shadows swung her tail forward. Squealing, Yuna righted herself... and found a familiar purple figure standing in front of her.

    "You're early, Yaldabaoth."

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    GL Exploration Log: Wyndon, Galar (Dimension POV-0773)
    The novelty of being in PokéLondon wore off with, like, the fifth Wyndon I visited. This one's pretty par for the course. Macro Cosmos already folded in the wake of their CEO deciding to unleash Eternatus. The various subsidiaries were taken up by competitors or became government-controlled utilities. Nothing special there. But, hey, Parliament seized all that Rose doofus' assets. So, that's different from the last few!

    I guess if I had to list anything that
    actually sets this one apart, it'd be that it's a good deal foggier than other Wyndons. Quick internet search suggests they average about fifty to sixty days of sunlight a year. Which ain't going to jive well with my inner light dragon. Despite the gloomier weather, this Wyndon's a popular spot for hosting the Pokémon World Coronation Series. It functions more like the Olympics in this universe. Every four years regions send their best trainers to compete for the gold. How they pick them ranges from actual qualifying tournaments to just sending off gym leaders and their elite four and calling it a day.

    Not a tea guy, but the biscuits are a solid seven out of ten.


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    Path of Valor Almanac
    The dimension number is the national dex number for Silvally. Which wouldn't be terribly significant on its own, but I used it as the uniform number for my character in Pokémon Sword.
     
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