Ha-yee everyone! You may know/fear my name from reading several
Ranma fics out there, heh. Anyways... this is my first Pokemon
fanfic. (Crowd and hopefully the last!)
I've just had this idea swimming in my mind for the LOONGEST
time, and well... now I was bored enough to write it.
Tell me what you think.. I'd really like to know! Otherwise it's
back to borring ol' Ranma fics. u_u;;
Enjoy!
Comments and Critizism Wanted:
Please Apply within.
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"To Protect the World from Devastation..."
By Liz-Munn
Prologue: Past revealed
"It was not supposed to be like this…"
No one answered her, but that was to be expected since there
was no one in the room to answer her. Her only companion was the
darkness, broken by the soft, eerie, bluish glow of tens of dozens
television sets, mounted on the side wall. The glow was enough to
illuminate her features: She was not a young woman, nor was she old,
instead, she liked to consider herself, "experienced". Her blonde hair
now turning silver with age, made her look distinguished, yet her
clothes dispelled her reputation. Instead of classy business suits she
was probable to wear, she adorned a simple pair of khaki-colored cargo
pants, and a simple, white blouse.
Still, with her appearance, not one would dare demean her
position. To those who have had contact with her, knew her as Armani.
Hardly anyone knew her first name, nor would she give it. She had
always loved the aura of mystery, so not much was known of her. What
little was known of her, especially to those within the scientific
community, was that she was a highly skilled geneticists, known to have
created 7 entirely new species of animals within the past decade alone.
This alone should have won her a place within the "Who's who"
of the scientific community, a place within the history books and
riches beyond compare, yet, all it brought her was sadness and regret.
Armani sighed and glanced upon the television screens again. Each
screen played a different, yet common image:
Pokémon
Most of the images playing were Pokémon currently in battle,
the rest were injured Pokémon, healing in several Poké-centers across
the islands. To her, the images displayed portrayed complete horror,
torture, and worst of all… failure.
"It… was… NOT… supposed… to be… like… THIS!!"
Clenching her fist in frustration, she pounds at the desk
beside her. This violent display caused several of her desktop items
to fall off from the vibration of the impact. One of the said items,
was a simple picture frame adorning an old, faded picture of two
teenagers; carefree and ignorant of the evils of the world, the two
individuals just smiled at the camera, holding a small feathered
Pokémon of their own.
Armani lifted the picture into her grasp and brought it for
closer inspection. It was a picture of her younger self with a young
rogue she knew all too well. Her fingers delicately traced the young
man face within the picture.
"Giovanni…"
A look of longing adorned her features. It had been years
since she had last seen him. Oh they were young and energetic, with
outlandish ideals to rule the world. She chuckled at this in
remembrance. Looking upon the picture again, she remembers the promise
she made to him. It was because of that promise she was able to let
him go instead of spending her life with her first love. This promise
had also allowed him to slip away and encourage him to become who he
had now accomplished to be: Leader of the Rocket-dan.
Knowing this made her proud. Proud of him and proud of
herself, yet the promise was only half fulfilled. With a sigh she
turns back to glare at the television sets, each screen still playing
their gruesome images of various Pokémon being beaten with every ounce
of their being in these so-called tournaments.
"Giovanni, you bastard! You promised it would not be like this!
Our purpose was not to encourage this savagery! Do you not remember our
motto? Do you not remember what we have promised to live for? The
promise to protect the world from devastation… **The image of a Onyx
slamming it's tail on a weakened Zubat. ** To unite all people within
our nation… **The image of the crowd within the stadium cheering
flashes, but the camera zooms in at a young, distraught boy who watches
the battle in horror. ** To denounce the evils of truth and love…**The
Pokémon trainer is lifted into the air as the crowd celebrates his
victory, while the beaten Onyx lays on the ground, and the Zubat laying
nearby… ignored and wounded. **
"Giovanni… Did you forget your promise? **Tears began to
puddle within gray eyes** Did you… did you forget about me?"
Armani harshly swipes the tears from her face. It was
pointless to cry now, as it had been every time before. This time, she
swore it would be different. This time she would do something about
it. This time, she was ready. She opened a drawer and flipped off
the switch. Instantaneously the screens turned off, and the wall slid
back down from the roof from where it had ascended.
Armani then slips out a Poké-ball from another drawer and lets the
creature loose. It was her best work, and incidentally her first
creation. This bird-type Pokémon, for which she had dubbed a "Plyuma",
had a great amount of psychic abilities, with some genetic qualities of
a Ditto, giving it the ability to mirror almost any Pokémon attack.
Because of these two characteristics, this Pokémon had the gift to
imitate human characteristics in ways of cognitive and behavioral
aspects. Meaning it could think, act, and talk like a human!
All this made this Pokémon special, but none more than the fact
that it was the only Pokémon she created while with Giovanni. The
creature within the old photo proved it. The Pokémon in the picture
was this creature's pre-evolved form. She had called it a "Petal"
because of its leaf-like feathers, and plant-like appearance, (although
she had threatened to call it a parrot for its actions). Petal relied
on opponent's previous attacks, meaning it was not capable of thinking
for itself and creating new attacks it's own. Its psychic abilities
only went as far as to be able to read the attack's weakness and
strengths. Plyuma differed greatly from its pre-evolved form in that it
looked more bird-like, with the combination in appearance between a
swan and a peacock (especially in the tail feathers.) Its wings had
doubled in number, and large, soft-gosling-like feathers framed its
face. The tail feathers brought wonder to many scientists. Surrounding
each tail-feather was an intangible bright light. Many speculated that
just like a Charmander, this bright light was the source of Plyuma's
energy.
Plyuma tilted his head at Armani with a questioning look.
Armani smiled at her friend and creation, occasionally taking glances
at the old photo.
"I have seen enough, and I have had enough, my friend. Giovanni
seems to have forgotten our promise. Innocent Pokémon around the world
are still being subjected to violence and insane torture by their
trainers for these so-called tournaments. What's worse, is that
Giovanni has twisted Team Rocket to serve his needs instead of what is
truly important! Team Rocket was meant to protect Pokémon from these
senseless acts of cruelty, not promote them. Our goal was to become
advocates of Pokémon who have become slaves to trainers and their
cause. Instead, Giovanni has Team Rocket steal Pokémon and train them
for the same tournaments we had wished to close down! No… I will not
stand for this any more."
Armani looks at Plyuma, a small smile forming on her face.
"The time of waiting is gone. If Giovanni will not fulfil his
end of the promise, perhaps it time I came to the scene. Surrender
now, Giovanni… or prepare to fight!"
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ja ne! (Stop this Crazy thing!)
Evil Kasumi
*~"She's really a very sweet girl. She's just a violent
maniac!"~*
Visit "The Lost Gallery"...if you can find it. Ö_~
http://members.xoom.com/GodsEvilSis/
**COR's Keeper of the Heituenniichuan**
Ranma fics out there, heh. Anyways... this is my first Pokemon
fanfic. (Crowd and hopefully the last!)
I've just had this idea swimming in my mind for the LOONGEST
time, and well... now I was bored enough to write it.
Tell me what you think.. I'd really like to know! Otherwise it's
back to borring ol' Ranma fics. u_u;;
Enjoy!
Comments and Critizism Wanted:
Please Apply within.
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
"To Protect the World from Devastation..."
By Liz-Munn
Prologue: Past revealed
"It was not supposed to be like this…"
No one answered her, but that was to be expected since there
was no one in the room to answer her. Her only companion was the
darkness, broken by the soft, eerie, bluish glow of tens of dozens
television sets, mounted on the side wall. The glow was enough to
illuminate her features: She was not a young woman, nor was she old,
instead, she liked to consider herself, "experienced". Her blonde hair
now turning silver with age, made her look distinguished, yet her
clothes dispelled her reputation. Instead of classy business suits she
was probable to wear, she adorned a simple pair of khaki-colored cargo
pants, and a simple, white blouse.
Still, with her appearance, not one would dare demean her
position. To those who have had contact with her, knew her as Armani.
Hardly anyone knew her first name, nor would she give it. She had
always loved the aura of mystery, so not much was known of her. What
little was known of her, especially to those within the scientific
community, was that she was a highly skilled geneticists, known to have
created 7 entirely new species of animals within the past decade alone.
This alone should have won her a place within the "Who's who"
of the scientific community, a place within the history books and
riches beyond compare, yet, all it brought her was sadness and regret.
Armani sighed and glanced upon the television screens again. Each
screen played a different, yet common image:
Pokémon
Most of the images playing were Pokémon currently in battle,
the rest were injured Pokémon, healing in several Poké-centers across
the islands. To her, the images displayed portrayed complete horror,
torture, and worst of all… failure.
"It… was… NOT… supposed… to be… like… THIS!!"
Clenching her fist in frustration, she pounds at the desk
beside her. This violent display caused several of her desktop items
to fall off from the vibration of the impact. One of the said items,
was a simple picture frame adorning an old, faded picture of two
teenagers; carefree and ignorant of the evils of the world, the two
individuals just smiled at the camera, holding a small feathered
Pokémon of their own.
Armani lifted the picture into her grasp and brought it for
closer inspection. It was a picture of her younger self with a young
rogue she knew all too well. Her fingers delicately traced the young
man face within the picture.
"Giovanni…"
A look of longing adorned her features. It had been years
since she had last seen him. Oh they were young and energetic, with
outlandish ideals to rule the world. She chuckled at this in
remembrance. Looking upon the picture again, she remembers the promise
she made to him. It was because of that promise she was able to let
him go instead of spending her life with her first love. This promise
had also allowed him to slip away and encourage him to become who he
had now accomplished to be: Leader of the Rocket-dan.
Knowing this made her proud. Proud of him and proud of
herself, yet the promise was only half fulfilled. With a sigh she
turns back to glare at the television sets, each screen still playing
their gruesome images of various Pokémon being beaten with every ounce
of their being in these so-called tournaments.
"Giovanni, you bastard! You promised it would not be like this!
Our purpose was not to encourage this savagery! Do you not remember our
motto? Do you not remember what we have promised to live for? The
promise to protect the world from devastation… **The image of a Onyx
slamming it's tail on a weakened Zubat. ** To unite all people within
our nation… **The image of the crowd within the stadium cheering
flashes, but the camera zooms in at a young, distraught boy who watches
the battle in horror. ** To denounce the evils of truth and love…**The
Pokémon trainer is lifted into the air as the crowd celebrates his
victory, while the beaten Onyx lays on the ground, and the Zubat laying
nearby… ignored and wounded. **
"Giovanni… Did you forget your promise? **Tears began to
puddle within gray eyes** Did you… did you forget about me?"
Armani harshly swipes the tears from her face. It was
pointless to cry now, as it had been every time before. This time, she
swore it would be different. This time she would do something about
it. This time, she was ready. She opened a drawer and flipped off
the switch. Instantaneously the screens turned off, and the wall slid
back down from the roof from where it had ascended.
Armani then slips out a Poké-ball from another drawer and lets the
creature loose. It was her best work, and incidentally her first
creation. This bird-type Pokémon, for which she had dubbed a "Plyuma",
had a great amount of psychic abilities, with some genetic qualities of
a Ditto, giving it the ability to mirror almost any Pokémon attack.
Because of these two characteristics, this Pokémon had the gift to
imitate human characteristics in ways of cognitive and behavioral
aspects. Meaning it could think, act, and talk like a human!
All this made this Pokémon special, but none more than the fact
that it was the only Pokémon she created while with Giovanni. The
creature within the old photo proved it. The Pokémon in the picture
was this creature's pre-evolved form. She had called it a "Petal"
because of its leaf-like feathers, and plant-like appearance, (although
she had threatened to call it a parrot for its actions). Petal relied
on opponent's previous attacks, meaning it was not capable of thinking
for itself and creating new attacks it's own. Its psychic abilities
only went as far as to be able to read the attack's weakness and
strengths. Plyuma differed greatly from its pre-evolved form in that it
looked more bird-like, with the combination in appearance between a
swan and a peacock (especially in the tail feathers.) Its wings had
doubled in number, and large, soft-gosling-like feathers framed its
face. The tail feathers brought wonder to many scientists. Surrounding
each tail-feather was an intangible bright light. Many speculated that
just like a Charmander, this bright light was the source of Plyuma's
energy.
Plyuma tilted his head at Armani with a questioning look.
Armani smiled at her friend and creation, occasionally taking glances
at the old photo.
"I have seen enough, and I have had enough, my friend. Giovanni
seems to have forgotten our promise. Innocent Pokémon around the world
are still being subjected to violence and insane torture by their
trainers for these so-called tournaments. What's worse, is that
Giovanni has twisted Team Rocket to serve his needs instead of what is
truly important! Team Rocket was meant to protect Pokémon from these
senseless acts of cruelty, not promote them. Our goal was to become
advocates of Pokémon who have become slaves to trainers and their
cause. Instead, Giovanni has Team Rocket steal Pokémon and train them
for the same tournaments we had wished to close down! No… I will not
stand for this any more."
Armani looks at Plyuma, a small smile forming on her face.
"The time of waiting is gone. If Giovanni will not fulfil his
end of the promise, perhaps it time I came to the scene. Surrender
now, Giovanni… or prepare to fight!"
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ja ne! (Stop this Crazy thing!)
Evil Kasumi
*~"She's really a very sweet girl. She's just a violent
maniac!"~*
Visit "The Lost Gallery"...if you can find it. Ö_~
http://members.xoom.com/GodsEvilSis/
**COR's Keeper of the Heituenniichuan**