Of Stars, and Planets, and Evolution Stones
A Slagpit production
A Pokemon Fanfiction.
Welcome, everyone, to a new era in the Slagpit Productions. For anyone that does not know me, I am Slagpit, member of TRHQ2, a regular author in the FF.net TransFormers section, and usually a pretty peaceful guy. Well, the muse finally struck me with the beginning to my Pokemon creation's storyline. And to think it was from seeing someone's music video for the Team Rocket song…well, anyway, prepare for a new kind of trouble when this new threat is totally revealed. It ain't like nothin' you ever seen before.
I don't own Pokemon or any related elements. Those all belong to Nintendo, 4Kids Animation, WB, GameFreak, etc… But I do own certain critters I won't name here for fear of ruining the delicious surprise. See you all at the end of this entry.
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The room was dark, save for the strip of lighting along the back wall. A lone figure in silhouette is seen, hunched over a desk, writing something, and mumbling to itself. Over in one corner, still in silhouette, is a coat hanger with a suit jacket and a fedora hanging on it. A door opened near the coat rack, and a small, catlike creature floated in, and hovered alongside the silhouette.
"Yes? What is it?" the silhouetted figure asked, his voice low and ominous. It looked up at the hovering kittenoid.
"Mew. Mew mew mewmew mew mew mew mew mewmew mew mew," was the creature's response.
"Excellent. Tell him I'll meet him in the Viridian City Gym's lobby."
"Mew," the floating cat replied, saluting and vanishing from the room in a sparkle of light.
"Everything is going according to plan. Well, almost everything. There is still the matter of that one trainer…but he shall be dealt with." The figure stood up, walked over to the coat rack, put on the coat and hat, and walked out the door, chuckling to himself in a low menacing chuckle. On the desk, there is a piece of paper, with the beginnings of a poem of some sort written on it. The letters of the poem seem to be glowing.
"To end the human's devastation.
To protect the world from ruination.
To return the to this planets' rightful place.
To eradicate humanity post haste."
The writing past that is covered by another sheet of paper, but that is clearly not the end of the poem.
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{"Sir, a Mr. Vanguard is here asking to see you. He says he has an appointment, but I don't see him on the schedule you gave me."} Giovanni's secretary said through the intercom.
"Oh, that's right, he had asked to meet with me today. I nearly forgot. Yes, he has an appointment. Let him in." Giovanni sat at his desk, rubbing the head of his pet persian. [what is it he wants this time?] he wondered, knowing that this freelance Team Rocket member often had some ulterior motive for whatever his services were.
A man dressed in a black suit entered, grinning at the leader of the Rockets.
"Ah, Mr. Vangaurd. Nice to see you again. Am I to assume that you have something of some value you wish to offer me as usual?" Giovanni asked, casually motioning the black suited man to a nearby chair, which the figure quickly took.
"As always, Giovanni old man. But this time, I don't ask for myself." The tall, thin man said, pulling out a valise and opening it in his lap.
"Oh, really? I didn't think you worked for anyone but yourself," Giovanni chortled, pouring himself a glass of wine with one hand and petting his persian with the other.
"Normally, I don't. But when I was offered what I was when I took this job as a negotiator between you and my employer, I wasn't about to say no."
"What were you offered?"
The tall, thin, black clad visitor simply smiled and said, "More than you could ever offer me, Gio, old friend. Now, down to business. I have been asked to represent a certain party that wishes to join the Rockets highest ranks without all the hassle of going through the standard field work."
Giovanni shook his head. "I'm sorry, Vangaurd. No deal. I have my requirements."
"I believe one of those is being able to prove that they can filch the best and most rare pokemon or items in the world, am I right?"
"Yes, of course. What has that got to do with it?"
"You know…evolutionary stones are quite rare. Some are almost impossible to get, like the sun stone."
"Yes, I know. So wha…"
"I'm sure you have heard legends of the Psychic Stone?"
Giovanni leaned forward in shock. "THE psychic stone? The singular most legendary and impossible to find evolution stone? So rare that so far only one has been found?"
"The one and only. Actually, two have been found. Only problem is, shortly after one was discovered, it disappeared from the camp of the explorers that found it."
"How unfortunate for them that was."
"Yes, since that was a crew of Rockets."
"No, now they are nutrients in the belly of my Tyranitar."
"I thought I heard something about that. Well, I'm sure you heard about the heist of the one psychic stone that had been found before that."
"Of course! It's the talk of all the criminal organizations in the world!"
Mr. Vanguard reached into the valise, and tossed what looked like a fist sized, transparent purple rock with an eye in its core to Giovanni. "My employer hopes that this is enough proof of his abilities."
Giovanni stared at the rock, mouth agape. "This is it. The legendary stone. I have what could very well be the most powerful evolution stone in the world right here in the palm of my hand. Yes, yes, certainly he may join as a full member in Team Rocket! As an executive, even! Who is this person? I am dying to know who it is that managed to get this!"
"Interesting you should ask. He came here with me," Vanguard said, as a figure also clad in a black suit, but wearing a black fedora, sunglasses, and one of those earpieces Secret Service agents wear, stepped out of the shadows. His face looks similar to Mr. Smith from 'The Matrix' "Allow me to introduce Mr. Bill Ion."
Giovanni extended his hand to the strange new person, hoping to shake hands with someone who was clearly a master thief, only to have the newcomer look at his hand, scoff, and sit down in the chair Vanguard had just vacated for him.
"Let's get this strait, Giovanni," Bill Ion said, his voice low and menacing. "I want free roam of any and all Team Rocket facilities. I wish to have control of any active Team Rocket units I ask for. I shall require the use of at least one of your many laboratory facilities for my operations. In return, I'll be able to get you just about anything your heart desires."
Giovanni was visibly shaken by the bluntness of this person. No one had ever made demands of him before. But, for once, he didn't care. He was getting just what he had always wanted: the perfect agent. "Very well, Mr. Ion. I'll have the necessary paperwork drawn up…"
"Vanguard. The documents," the sinister figure said, cutting Giovanni off. This was something else the lifelong head of Team Rocket was not used to. Vanguard reached into the valise again, and pulled out a stack of papers. "I've taken the liberty of making out the paperwork already. All it needs is your final approval."
Without a second thought, Giovanni reached out, took the papers from Vanguard, found where he had to sign, and did so.
"Nice doing business with you, Giovanni. I look forward to working with Team Rocket. Come, Vanguard." The two darkly dressed people began to leave the room, when Bill Ion stopped for a moment at the door and turned back to face his new 'leader.' "Oh, by the way, where might I find Field Team Double Zero?"
"DOUBLE ZERO?! What could you possibly want with them?"
"I have my reasons. Where are they right now?"
"Last time they checked in, they were somewhere near Olivine City…but I imagine it's about time to send Mondo out to help them again…" Giovanni sighed, wondering why he kept those three inept Rockets on the payroll.
"Excellent. Thank you again, Giovanni. Be seeing you," the mysterious Mr. Ion said, tipping his fedora slightly in the direction of Giovanni.
"And you."
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Well, that's your intro. For those of you who are familiar with my TransFormers stories, keep in mind that this will be NOTHING like those. This will be getting much darker, creepier, and perhaps more confusing, with the standard light-hearted humor mixed in every now and then. I think I can get this to turn out like one of the movies…
What was that poem? Who is this Bill Ion? Who is Vanguard? How will the other characters fit in to all this? What does the Psychic Stone evolve? These will be answered in the future chapters of Pokemon: The World Is Whose?
A Slagpit production
A Pokemon Fanfiction.
Welcome, everyone, to a new era in the Slagpit Productions. For anyone that does not know me, I am Slagpit, member of TRHQ2, a regular author in the FF.net TransFormers section, and usually a pretty peaceful guy. Well, the muse finally struck me with the beginning to my Pokemon creation's storyline. And to think it was from seeing someone's music video for the Team Rocket song…well, anyway, prepare for a new kind of trouble when this new threat is totally revealed. It ain't like nothin' you ever seen before.
I don't own Pokemon or any related elements. Those all belong to Nintendo, 4Kids Animation, WB, GameFreak, etc… But I do own certain critters I won't name here for fear of ruining the delicious surprise. See you all at the end of this entry.
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The room was dark, save for the strip of lighting along the back wall. A lone figure in silhouette is seen, hunched over a desk, writing something, and mumbling to itself. Over in one corner, still in silhouette, is a coat hanger with a suit jacket and a fedora hanging on it. A door opened near the coat rack, and a small, catlike creature floated in, and hovered alongside the silhouette.
"Yes? What is it?" the silhouetted figure asked, his voice low and ominous. It looked up at the hovering kittenoid.
"Mew. Mew mew mewmew mew mew mew mew mewmew mew mew," was the creature's response.
"Excellent. Tell him I'll meet him in the Viridian City Gym's lobby."
"Mew," the floating cat replied, saluting and vanishing from the room in a sparkle of light.
"Everything is going according to plan. Well, almost everything. There is still the matter of that one trainer…but he shall be dealt with." The figure stood up, walked over to the coat rack, put on the coat and hat, and walked out the door, chuckling to himself in a low menacing chuckle. On the desk, there is a piece of paper, with the beginnings of a poem of some sort written on it. The letters of the poem seem to be glowing.
"To end the human's devastation.
To protect the world from ruination.
To return the to this planets' rightful place.
To eradicate humanity post haste."
The writing past that is covered by another sheet of paper, but that is clearly not the end of the poem.
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{"Sir, a Mr. Vanguard is here asking to see you. He says he has an appointment, but I don't see him on the schedule you gave me."} Giovanni's secretary said through the intercom.
"Oh, that's right, he had asked to meet with me today. I nearly forgot. Yes, he has an appointment. Let him in." Giovanni sat at his desk, rubbing the head of his pet persian. [what is it he wants this time?] he wondered, knowing that this freelance Team Rocket member often had some ulterior motive for whatever his services were.
A man dressed in a black suit entered, grinning at the leader of the Rockets.
"Ah, Mr. Vangaurd. Nice to see you again. Am I to assume that you have something of some value you wish to offer me as usual?" Giovanni asked, casually motioning the black suited man to a nearby chair, which the figure quickly took.
"As always, Giovanni old man. But this time, I don't ask for myself." The tall, thin man said, pulling out a valise and opening it in his lap.
"Oh, really? I didn't think you worked for anyone but yourself," Giovanni chortled, pouring himself a glass of wine with one hand and petting his persian with the other.
"Normally, I don't. But when I was offered what I was when I took this job as a negotiator between you and my employer, I wasn't about to say no."
"What were you offered?"
The tall, thin, black clad visitor simply smiled and said, "More than you could ever offer me, Gio, old friend. Now, down to business. I have been asked to represent a certain party that wishes to join the Rockets highest ranks without all the hassle of going through the standard field work."
Giovanni shook his head. "I'm sorry, Vangaurd. No deal. I have my requirements."
"I believe one of those is being able to prove that they can filch the best and most rare pokemon or items in the world, am I right?"
"Yes, of course. What has that got to do with it?"
"You know…evolutionary stones are quite rare. Some are almost impossible to get, like the sun stone."
"Yes, I know. So wha…"
"I'm sure you have heard legends of the Psychic Stone?"
Giovanni leaned forward in shock. "THE psychic stone? The singular most legendary and impossible to find evolution stone? So rare that so far only one has been found?"
"The one and only. Actually, two have been found. Only problem is, shortly after one was discovered, it disappeared from the camp of the explorers that found it."
"How unfortunate for them that was."
"Yes, since that was a crew of Rockets."
"No, now they are nutrients in the belly of my Tyranitar."
"I thought I heard something about that. Well, I'm sure you heard about the heist of the one psychic stone that had been found before that."
"Of course! It's the talk of all the criminal organizations in the world!"
Mr. Vanguard reached into the valise, and tossed what looked like a fist sized, transparent purple rock with an eye in its core to Giovanni. "My employer hopes that this is enough proof of his abilities."
Giovanni stared at the rock, mouth agape. "This is it. The legendary stone. I have what could very well be the most powerful evolution stone in the world right here in the palm of my hand. Yes, yes, certainly he may join as a full member in Team Rocket! As an executive, even! Who is this person? I am dying to know who it is that managed to get this!"
"Interesting you should ask. He came here with me," Vanguard said, as a figure also clad in a black suit, but wearing a black fedora, sunglasses, and one of those earpieces Secret Service agents wear, stepped out of the shadows. His face looks similar to Mr. Smith from 'The Matrix' "Allow me to introduce Mr. Bill Ion."
Giovanni extended his hand to the strange new person, hoping to shake hands with someone who was clearly a master thief, only to have the newcomer look at his hand, scoff, and sit down in the chair Vanguard had just vacated for him.
"Let's get this strait, Giovanni," Bill Ion said, his voice low and menacing. "I want free roam of any and all Team Rocket facilities. I wish to have control of any active Team Rocket units I ask for. I shall require the use of at least one of your many laboratory facilities for my operations. In return, I'll be able to get you just about anything your heart desires."
Giovanni was visibly shaken by the bluntness of this person. No one had ever made demands of him before. But, for once, he didn't care. He was getting just what he had always wanted: the perfect agent. "Very well, Mr. Ion. I'll have the necessary paperwork drawn up…"
"Vanguard. The documents," the sinister figure said, cutting Giovanni off. This was something else the lifelong head of Team Rocket was not used to. Vanguard reached into the valise again, and pulled out a stack of papers. "I've taken the liberty of making out the paperwork already. All it needs is your final approval."
Without a second thought, Giovanni reached out, took the papers from Vanguard, found where he had to sign, and did so.
"Nice doing business with you, Giovanni. I look forward to working with Team Rocket. Come, Vanguard." The two darkly dressed people began to leave the room, when Bill Ion stopped for a moment at the door and turned back to face his new 'leader.' "Oh, by the way, where might I find Field Team Double Zero?"
"DOUBLE ZERO?! What could you possibly want with them?"
"I have my reasons. Where are they right now?"
"Last time they checked in, they were somewhere near Olivine City…but I imagine it's about time to send Mondo out to help them again…" Giovanni sighed, wondering why he kept those three inept Rockets on the payroll.
"Excellent. Thank you again, Giovanni. Be seeing you," the mysterious Mr. Ion said, tipping his fedora slightly in the direction of Giovanni.
"And you."
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Well, that's your intro. For those of you who are familiar with my TransFormers stories, keep in mind that this will be NOTHING like those. This will be getting much darker, creepier, and perhaps more confusing, with the standard light-hearted humor mixed in every now and then. I think I can get this to turn out like one of the movies…
What was that poem? Who is this Bill Ion? Who is Vanguard? How will the other characters fit in to all this? What does the Psychic Stone evolve? These will be answered in the future chapters of Pokemon: The World Is Whose?
