Hello everyone. Salvador Rider present. It's been ages since I last uploaded any content onto this site, which I apologise for, wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, now being a university student, I have to make the choice of what's more important; fanfictions or university degrees. And, I'm sorry to report, university wins. Some people may be wondering about The Revenge of Ashton Ketchum-Oak. I do plan to carry it on, but I'm currently in a dip. I've lost my inspiration for it. So I'm going to pose a question to you, my readers. Would you like to help me write it?We could make it a community fiction. At least until I get back into my groove, as it were, to write for myself again. As for now, here is an adopted fiction, (originally titled "Pokemon: Revolution"), kindly allowed to me by Pokedrago. I hope you enjoy this fiction, I thought it held great potential. The only major differences I've made to this story is I've fleshed it out, and made it take a little more time in its story telling, it was a tad rushed in its original form. It's taken a year to hear anything from Pokedrago about adopting this fic, and I hope to make it worthwhile. Please do enjoy the story.
Giovanni Mortegio, leader of the notorious crime Kanto based syndicate Team Rocket, sat at his desk, distraught at the events that had happened just two weeks ago. The battle in the Unova region, the final stand he had at finally conquering the governing powers of the regions and claiming the world as his own, was a failure. And all because of one brat, who had been a thorn in his side for years, and his electric rat.
The air stood cold as the army of Rockets stood silently outside the giant sandstone palace that now dominated the sky scape mere inches behind the Unova League Headquarters. At the head stood Giovanni, sneering maliciously as he inspected the structure before him and his people.
"So Team Plasma believes that a castle is enough to strike fear into the hearts of the peoples of the world?" He spat sceptically. "Building fortitudes like this shows weakness. Building armies shows strength." *He smirked as he glanced over his shoulder to see an ocean of hateful, scorning faces as his millions of underlings readied themselves for war. He turned back to the castle, with scorn burning in his eyes. His agents and spies were out in the field, secretly building him an army of the most powerful Pokémon imaginable, while this revived group of former hippies were wasting time over building castles to achieve world domination. The thought of this cowardice sickened him. With Aqua, Magma and Galactic disbanded and dishonoured, he was sure that the fall of Team Plasma would leave Team Rocket left to control the planet. But when they returned with more malicious intentions, the future for Giovanni's plans looked doomed, lest he retaliated. And soon.
He turned to his men and raised his arm for attention. All eyes fell upon him, all ears eager to hear him speak of courage and upcoming victory. "This is the final frontier for Rockets everywhere!" He announced, to much applause. "This is the day of reckoning!" He added, earning roars of approval. "This is the day that Team Plasma falls. And Team Rocket… RISES!"
"TEAM ROCKET RISES!" Came a thunderous echo as the Rocket army cheered and roared, chomping at the bit for blood and violent warfare.
"We'll show these idiots who is the REAL destined ruler of the planet." Giovanni smirked in cocky confidence. "Let there be no survivors!" He ordered. With uproarious battle cries, Team Rocket advanced on the castle.
From inside the castle walls, looking down at the approaching army below from the throne room in the highest room of the castle, stood Ghetsis, looking rather worse for wear over the years he had struggled and suffered. Much of his body had been replaced with mechanical components, and half of his face melted into a robotic cranium with a glowing red eye. His left arm required support from a large metal cane that looked like a giant torture tool that even the great Arceus would cower away from.
"Hmm. How tedious." He smirked as he watched the swarm of black suited Rockets advance on his stronghold. "It think we'd better call out the exterminator for these vermin." He chuckled in dark humour, raising his staff into the air and slamming it down on the tiles, sending a dark purple pulse of energy resonating from the cane.
The ground began to shake violently between the advancing Rockets, halting them in their tracks as they wobbled around, trying not to be tripped by the sudden seismic shudder.
"What the-?" A great and terrifying roar cut through Giovanni's words like a chainsaw as a large disfigured looking dragon crawled over the castle, roaring furiously as it stood over the trembling Rockets. Giovanni sneered with pure loathing as he gazed at the beast. "Kyurem." He snarled. The empty eyed dragon reared its head with an ear splitting shriek, causing the Rockets to fall to their knees as they clutched their ringing earlobes in unspeakable sonic agony. Giovanni however, tough as he was, struggled against the noise, barely managing to stay stable on his legs. "How can they even attempt another scheme with Kyurem?" He questioned, puzzled at why Team Plasma would try controlling the same Pokémon again. The icy beast screamed as its body transformed, mutating into his Black form, baring its fangs as its Zekrom arm clenched its claws into a fist. Black Kyurem leapt from the castle, diving down at the Rockets, who scattered, screaming and wailing with fear as the beast drew ever closer.
"SACRED SWORD ATTACK!" Came a mysterious voice from nowhere, and a majestic light struck the beast in the chest.
He slammed his fist on the wooden desktop with rage as the memory of that humiliating double whitewash played in his head. The day that annoying little runt destroyed everything. Not only did he destroy Team Plasma and everything they built, but he even decided to lay into him too. All his hard work was destroyed with a few minutes. Giovanni cupped his head in his hands, massaging his temples frustratedly. His last chance to achieve his ultimate goal was destroyed. Or so he thought.
A knock at his office door broke the man out of his seething. He straightened himself out in his chair, recomposing himself before addressing the door. "Enter." He ordered. A young man in his late twenties entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a pair of slim reading glasses.
"Giovanni, sir. I apologise for interrupting. But I believe we may have found a solution." Giovanni's ear perked up as he heard this news.
"Do you?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes sir." The scientist replied, placing a file down on this boss' desk and seating himself down, opening the binder. "Looking through ancient writings and scriptures on the legendary Pokémon, we've found one reoccurring theme to each legend." He explained as he pulled out pictures of ancient drawings and writings depicting legendary Pokémon.
"And what is this 'reoccurring theme'?" Giovanni quizzed, curiously.
"Each legend speaks of a human." The young scientist said, pointing out a human figure in each of the drawings. "Called 'The Chosen One'." Giovanni's face contorted into a hideous smirk upon hearing those words. "The stories say that each legendary Pokémon willingly entrusts their fate to the hands of The Chosen One. And the Chosen One is said to be able to summon every legendary Pokémon at will in times of great peril." The young man finished, making Giovanni sneer more and more evilly. "But, so far, none of our findings give us any indication of the identity of this Chosen One, or where they may be found."
"Oh, but you needn't worry yourself about that, young Hawthorn." The Rocket boss smirked, looking up from the papers and into the professor's curious eyes. "I already know who we're looking for."
Just outside the entrance to Mount Moon, Ash Ketchum and his trusty electric Pokémon Pikachu were just finishing a videophone conversation with Misty in Cerulean City.
"Are you sure it can't be discussed now, Mist?" Ash asked, curiously. "You know I'm not fond of being kept in suspense. And it's difficult to get around in public these days, you know."
"Yes, Ash." Misty replied, bluntly. "I need to say this to your face." She folded her arms. "I want to make sure you're not too busy with this 'Pokémon Master stuff' you're always so caught up in." Ash huffed, but waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, alright. You win, Misty." He conceded. "I'll be there in half an hour or so."
"You'd better." Misty told him before hanging up the call. Ash stood up from his chair and stretched out his back, popping his vertebrae with a moan. The young man stretched for a moment, getting the blood to get flooding through more of his body than his legs before moving. He swept his dark raven locks away from his auburn eyes and sighed.
"That girl, eh, Pikachu?" He joked with a giggle.
"Ash. That's your best friend you're talking about." Pikachu chastised him. Being Ash's longest standing companion through his journeys, Pikachu grew accustomed to Ash and his jokes, but found it tiresome to have to shock him whenever he wanted to keep him in check, that sort of childish prank wasn't funny anymore. Unless he was waking him up in the morning. So Pikachu took the liberty of learning, in private, how to speak in human language.
"I know, Pi." Ash chuckled, petting his friend on the head. "But I just can't wait to hear what she has to say, you know?" He reasoned. "It's been a while since we last spoke since my victory." Ash was now twenty years old, and was the official Pokémon World Master. A tournament was held the previous year, in which challengers had to defeat the world's most elite Pokémon trainers in an all-out knockout tourney of over a hundred trainers. It was a tough match and, in the end, Ash was pitted against the one trainer he dreaded most in the entire tournament; Tobias. Battling Tobias again after all his years of travelling the world proved to be no less challenging than Ash remembered it. But in the end, Ash – miraculously – managed to claw a win from the fight and was crowned the master of Pokémon across the world. He was no longer the scrawny runt people remembered him as. Now, he was a tall young man with long sweeping black locks. Over his years of climbing sheer faced cliffs and running from perils unimaginable, Ash's body had worked up an impressive physique, sporting very fine toned torso. The young master sighed before patting his shoulder. "Come on, buddy. It's time we got cracking and go meet Misty at the gym." Pikachu hopped up onto his friend's shoulder and they left the Pokémon Centre.
Just as they were approaching the Mount Moon entrance, however, they heard the roaring of motorcycles approaching them. As Ash turned round, they found themselves surrounded by motorcyclists, aiming hand pistols at them. Though confused, Ash calmly half-raised his arms in surrender, glancing round at the siege layers. "OK. I know I've made my fair share of enemies." He told them. "Which ones are you?" From behind him he heard a familiar cackle.
"Take a guess, Ketchum." Ash gritted his teeth and his calm demeanour deserted him as he heard that voice. He turned to find himself face to face with the man who made him the angriest in the world.
"Giovanni." He seethed. Giovanni smirked at him. "What are you losers doing here? I thought I shut you down back in Unova."
"Team Rocket doesn't give up that easily, Ketchum." Giovanni gloated, smugly. "But don't worry yourself. I have plans for you."
"Now that's what makes me worried." Ash snarled. "What sort of 'plans'?"
"Now if I told you that, you'd try to stop us." Ash reached for a pokéball. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Giovanni threatened as Ash felt one of the bikers grab Pikachu off his shoulder. He spun round to see the goon holding a gun to Pikachu's head. The little yellow mouse attempted to zap the thug, but his leather clothing insulated the attack.
"Don't you DARE!" Ash shouted earning himself having all the other biker Rockets aim their sights at him. He stared them down, growling venomously. He huffed, knowing he was in a catch twenty two, and there was nothing to get him out of it. "OK, fine. What do you want from me?" Giovanni smirked as Ash accepted defeat and snapped his fingers. Two of the grunts surrounding the young master walked up to him. Each held him tightly by each arm and socked him in the stomach with a single punch, doubling him over. While he was winded, they bound his arms and legs, gagged his mouth with duct tape and covered his head with a bag.
"Take him and the rat to headquarters!" Their leader commanded. "We have work to do." And the last thing Ash knew was a sharp blow to the back of his head before blacking out.
Ash slowly came round, regaining some sort of awareness through the bleary haze that clouded his vision, only to find himself strapped to an iron table. Above him loomed a device, which bared some resemblance to a laser. "So you're awake, it seems." Giovanni commented in his always sarcastic tone. Ash gritted his teeth in anger and loathing as the man loomed over his to his side, smirking victoriously.
"Where am I?" Ash demanded. "And where's Pikachu and the rest of my Pokémon?"
"Your rat is being tested to see if it may be a useful resource to our cause." Giovanni sneered. "And the rest are all safely tucked away in their pokéballs." He added, pointing to a containment dish at Ash's feet. "As for where you are, this is our latest base of operations, built specifically with you in mind, dear boy." He introduced his captive to the space with pride.
"Why me?" Ash asked. "First all you people cared about was stealing my Pokémon. Now you're targeting me? What for?"
"Why, it's elementary, Ketchum." Giovanni stated, as if Ash was an idiot for being so ignorant. "Is it not true that, in your short time as a travelling Pokémon trainer, you have encountered each and every legendary Pokémon there is in this world?" Ash simply answered with a nod. "My researchers have evidence to conclude that this is because you are "The Chosen One". The one and only human these Pokémon entrust their destinies with."
"Oh, come on!" Ash huffed, defiantly. "I've heard enough of those legends to know that they're just stories of coincidence and chance encounters. Any fool could meet the legendary Pokémon if they just travel long enough."
"Well that's where you're wrong, Ketchum." Giovanni responded, abruptly. "Because there is one Pokémon that only you have seen… Ho-oh." Ash's eyes widened in shock.
"How do you know I've seen it?"
"You're the most talked about pest in the entire syndicate, Ketchum. If any one of my Rockets hears something about you, the news spreads fast. Legend has it that only the 'Chosen One' can ever see the legendary Ho-oh. But not only that, the 'Chosen One' also has the power to summon all of the Legendary Pokémon from around the world. You're here so that we can extract that power from you. And once the extraction is complete, we can finally dispose of you once and for all." Giovanni smirked triumphantly, giving Ash such a cold look his blood ran ice cold.
"Why would you do that?" He demanded. "You'll have everything you need, so why kill me?"
"Two reasons. First; we won't be able to fully extract your power, you'll still be able to control the legendary Pokémon. And second; you have been a thorn in Team Rocket's side for years. We can't risk keeping you alive so that you can try and ruin all our hard work, like you always do." Giovanni hissed at him. "Although…" He grinned, mockingly. "Even though you've ruined our schemes, you haven't ruined our operations." He told the young man, leaning on the table. "We have units stationed in strategically hidden bases in Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh. And after your meddling in Unova, we left a few operatives behind."
A grunt walked into the room.
"Giovanni, sir, the Pikachu shows great promise to be a staple powerhouse to Team Rocket's Pokémon army. However, it's stubborn and violent to any trainer who isn't Ketchum."
"Excellent." Giovanni exclaimed. "We'll be sure to break its spirits. Have it transferred to headquarters."
"Yes sir." The grunt left, and Giovanni turned back to ash with an evil smirk.
"Time to get started. I'd suggest you get ready for the worst kind of pain you'll ever experience." And with that, Giovanni retreated to a safe distance behind nuclear power station grade glass. The room he left behind soon filled with an ominous humming sound. As Ash looked around the room for a possible means of escape, he saw the laser glowing an eerie and menacing green colour.
"Let's get started, and believe me you have never experienced the pain you are about to."
Giovanni left and Ash heard the scanner gather its power, readying its scan. Then the next thing the young trainer knew, the scanner shot a nuclear green beam of light into his chest, sending an unbearable pain through his entire muscular and nervous system. From within their monitoring room, Giovanni and his leading scientists watched as the laser device purged Ash's spirit, scanning and extracting as much power as it could take.
"Sir, it's incredible. Such powerful aura. A stronger being may never exist, past or future." Said one of the younger scientists as Ash lay helpless on the iron table, screaming and thrashing around in agony unimaginable as the green beam tore into his very soul, and stole his inner essence. Giovanni watched on with an evil grin, enjoying the chance to finally watch the greatest threat to Team Rocket finally know pain that nothing on this Earth could ever teach him. He chuckled to himself sadistically as the Pokémon Master's body twitched and twinged painfully, his breath now raggedy and accompanied by violent convulses as he tried his best to resist the pain of the extraction, only to worsen his agony.
"Fascinating." Said a redheaded girl with thin wire glasses. "The Chosen One's aura is incredible rich. No matter how much potential soul energy the scan extracts, it never seems to deplete."
"Hmm…" The Rocket boss mused. "The aura must be strong in him."
"We're nearing completion of the scan, sir." A grey haired scientist reported, watching a fairly large capsule fill with some form of golden light energy. The energy sparked and fizzed wildly, as if trying to escape, like it could sense it was being ensnared against its will for purposes it knew it wouldn't appreciate.
"Good." Giovanni nodded, turning once more to the still screaming Ash. "Then tell the troops to ready themselves for departure. And don't forget to board the rodent with us. It may be of some value… perhaps monetary, if not submissive." He smirked, as the energy capsule beeped, a locking device sealing it shut. Now the golden light was ensnared in the large pill shaped container, doomed to imprisonment.
In the operating room, Ash lay limp on the iron table, shining with sweat and shuddering with hideously painful muscle spasms. Having his inner aura siphoned had taken a heavy toll on his physical strength as well. The sound of the doors between his torture room and Giovanni's safe house drew his eyes to meet those of a smirking Giovanni. "Thank you for your patience, Master Ketchum." He leered, making Ash grimace bitterly.
"You realise I'm going to kill you once I get out of here." He bit grimly.
"I'm afraid, young Ketchum, that you won't be going anywhere." The suited man returned in a matter-of-factly manner. "You see, seeing as we now have all the potential soul energy we need from you, you're now no longer viable to our cause. And to keep you alive is a death sentence to the syndicate. So… as this base was a one off for this simple task, we no longer require its faculties." He told his young enemy, turning away and making his quiet entrance. "I'll send your goodbyes to the rat, shall I?" He cackled as the doors out to the Rocket copters closed behind him, sealing Ash in the now evacuated building.
"You bastard! You'll never walk away from this alive! Do you hear me? You will die for this, Giovanni Mortegio!" He wailed, thrashing around in his iron restraints in a futile attempt to escape.
Outside, as his fleet of choppers took to skies, readying their departure, Giovanni turned to his leading admin, placing a Faraday cage containing a familiar Pikachu on the craft's dashboard, making the poor creature watch in terror.
"Initiate the countdown." He commanded.
"Yes, Sir Giovanni." The admin obeyed, pressing a button on a remote detonator. "Thirty seconds to self-destruct, Sir." The Rocket leader smirked as he petted his ever loyal Persian who sneered just as darkly as his owner as they watched the base, awaiting its eminent destruction. Inside the base, Ash thrashed around on the same table, still no closer to freedom as he struggled as hard as he could against his restraints. As the counter approached zero, Giovanni sneered with cocksure victory.
"Goodbye, Ketchum." And BOOM! The entire base tore itself apart from the inside out in a raging fireball. Heaps of concrete and slate and corrugated metal ripped and shattered and cracked under the heat and pressure of the explosion.
"PIKAPI!" Pikachu cried out in terror, before slumping down in his cage, weeping like a baby Pichu who'd watched his mother get carried off by a Growlithe. Giovanni, heartless as ever, just roared with sinister pleasure.
Now that we have eliminated our old friend Ketchum, there is nothing to stand in our way." He sneered as the choppers flew away into the blood red sunset, as the skies bled for the destruction of the man who lay beneath the rubble.
And thus is the opening to my revision of Pokemon: Revolution. Like I said earlier, I'm sorry I haven't uploaded for so long, and please let me know if any of you are interested in helping me regain my mojo for The Revenge of Ashton Ketchum-Oak. I hope you all enjoy the story.
Salvador Rider
