Becoming Plasma
Prologue
Ghetsis smiled- a rare sight to see, and looked around the room. He was surrounded entirely by people the he himself had fooled into believing him! "Comrades," he began, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the first annual meeting of Team Plasma!" he beamed, throwing his hands up in the air. Thunderous applause grew into silence, "Thanks to all of you, Pokémon and humans will soon be separated permanently," Ghetsis smiled again, beginning to pace, "As some of you may know, I have a son," he said, gesturing to a small green haired boy seated in a chair in the corner, hands clasped tightly in front of him, "His name is N. N, would you come join me up here?" Ghetsis asked, and the boy obliged. He looked no older than thirteen, with a seemingly permanent look of despair. "I have decided to crown N the king of Team Plasma, and from now on, you must address him as Lord N." applause followed Ghetsis's statement, and the boy had turned a new shade of white. Clearly, he did not like crowds. "Are there any questions?" a single hand shot up from the crowd, "What's next for Team Plasma?" a grunt asked eagerly, this drew a sinister grin from Ghetsis. "Well, my friend, what is a King without a slew of loyal followers?"
More applause followed his statement and the meeting was adjourned.
Becoming Plasma
The Beginning
It is eight in the morning on a Saturday and I am awake. I don't even think that's legal, but my mother has woken me up anyways. "Madigan, come down for breakfast! Today is a very important day!" she chimes from the kitchen; how anyone could be that cheery so early I'll never know. I pull on an old sweatshirt of my father's as well as a pair of dark gray cotton shorts and make my way downstairs.
Surely enough, my mother has prepared a full meal for me, complete with sausage and pancakes. "So, mom, why did I have to wake up so early?" I ask as I sit down with my food, "There's an information session down by the Gym this morning, all youth in Iccirus City are required to go. It's for some kind of new club, I think."
Still not a good enough reason to be awake at this time, I think to myself.
I grab my backpack and a cookie on the way out and make my way to the information session.
In front of the gym is a large group on strangely dressed men and women, they're all wearing weird coats that look like they're made of metal. I approach the desk they've set up and ask, "So, what's this all about?"
The woman seated at the desk gives me a warm smile and begins to tell me all about an organization called Team Plasma, and how they are looking for new members. Then, she asks for my name. "Uh, Madigan Harmany?" I reply, not knowing why she would need my name. "Ah," she gasps, "Right this way, please." She grabs my wrist and leads me to a smaller group of men, "Sir Ghetsis? Ms. Harmany has arrived."
A man dressed in a regal looking cape turns around and runs a hand through his mane of green hair. "Ah, hello Ms. Harmany. My name is Ghetsis, and these are the rest of the Seven Sages. I've been expecting you." He coos, this is very weird, why has he been expecting me? "Um, hi Ghetsis, you can call me Madigan if you wish," I say, extending a hand for him to shake, which he does. "So, Madigan, you must be wondering why I have been expecting to see you," he says, his words thick like syrup. I nod, and he continues, "As a highly ranked member of Team Plasma, I have had the honor of looking through each student profile in all of Unova to try and find those that I would like to put in, shall I say, special positions," the way he says special sends a chill through my body, "And you just so happen to be one of those lucky students! With your grades in literature, physics, Pokémon Biology, and world studies, you are a perfect fit for a plethora of jobs in Team Plasma! So, what do you say? Are you interested?" Ghetsis asks, clasping his hands together as if he was pleading, "Well, I don't know… Would my mother be okay with this?" I ask, looking the older man dead in the eyes, "Of course, my dear Madigan! We have discussed this with her beforehand!" he protests, and I believe him. "Hmmm… I guess… That sounds pretty cool, what kind of jobs will I be doing?" I ask, shifting my weight from foot to foot, this guy may look like a total creep, but maybe this Team Plasma thing will be worth my while. "The positions that I think you would be best suited for are just past grunt work, such as a propaganda work or apprenticeship in the science department! I was also thinking you could aid in educating the king, he's not too much younger than you I don't think, are you sold?" Ghetsis asks me, his eyes gleaming. What the hell do I have to lose, I think to myself, "Yeah, sure!" I say with a faint smile on my face. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into, but all of the things he's told me sound a lot better than going to school. What could possibly go wrong?