Hello, Galaxy God here. I don't have anything in particular to say here...except that I'm thankful for everybody who has helped make this something that could potentially blossom into an epic that I can look back fondly upon. Anyways, here goes.
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The course had been set—now one could only watch and wait for the destined outcome. Two scientists with a baby-sized bag ran down a hallway. Panels creaked above, a few falling down behind them as they made haste. Seems the place had been dented and scratched in the aftermath of some kind of battle. Scratch that, the battle clearly still persisted, as the sounds of Pokemon cries and human voices could be heard behind the pair.
"I'll hold them here!"
"No! We stand together!"
"You know that...never mind."
"Heh, thanks."
"Don't whine when things don't go our way."
The voices behind them escapees faded into the distance. One can only imagine what kind of future awaited them. Judging by the speed the two kept at, it was most likely a barren one.
Dirty lab coats made a fluttering noise as the pair made their way into a room. The bearer of one of those coats punched a code into the keypad, which locked down the door. The other one kneeled to the ground and put the burlap sack they were carrying on the cold surface. From it, five pieces were unceremoniously spilled out. They gravitated towards the largest piece, rebuilding themselves, and the head would blink life. It was Porygon Z, the experiment gone wrong that was intended for space exploration. The Virtual Pokemon let loose an alarmed cry. One of the researchers hushed it.
"Shh! I understand your discontent, and I'm sorry, but we don't have time!"
"They're holding them at bay...but it's only so much until, well, even champions fall. The rest is up to us."
"Right. Porygon Z…Get to work." The artificial Pokemon complied with a series of blips, then moved towards the monitor and jumped into the console. This machine had wires and pads that ran through the ground and clung to two familiar legendary Pokemons.
Their names? Dialga and Palkia.
Why had they slipped out of their domains of space and time to associate with humans? History only recorded instances like those if…
A terrible threat beyond the scope of Pokemon and humankind alike was imminent. And indeed, there was an imminent disaster waiting to happen...a fate worse than death that awaited civilization. Humanity as they knew it that could very well end at any given moment.
Dialga murmured and lowered its head towards the two scientists, closing its eyes as if it was resigned.
Palkia turned its head and let out a harrumph, a boastful gesture, but its eyes betrayed its uncertainty.
Beyond these two magnificent Pokemon, eighteen adults stood on a circular platform. Each of them carried three Pokemon eggs, and stood on a Plate. The scientists glanced at those who stood by the man-made altar, then towards each other.
"Professor Spruce…"
"Professor Fir."
"It's...well, it's truly been a pleasure working with you in times like this."
"I'm not one for sentimentality..." Professor Fir pouted. "...But, perhaps had the situation been different, our efforts could have instead been used for the benefit of everyone...?"
"...Aw! Aren't you sweet~"
"..." Professor Spruce chose to ignore his companion, and turned to the eighteen.
"...I've had the joy of watching you all grow up into fine adults. You've all had your share of adversity, and all overcame it."
"This is just another journey. Another adventure."
"But the stakes are much higher this time."
"So, so much more higher."
"B-but, no sweat! We believe in you all. You've all shown yourselves to be capable...and we're confident you are the future." Spruce shook his head and sighed, but his smile was evident. The professors smiled and waved, but suddenly the monitor began to beep loudly and stutter. Smoke popped and fizzled from the screen, and red LED lights blared warnings and cautionary signals.
This wasn't good.
Fir and Spruce tore away from the group to attend to the console. Overhead, the two Pokemon still attached to the machine were suffering greatly. Thunderous roars shook the room, and thrashing limbs caused debris to descend. What was causing the agonizing pain? Fir's eyes widened and her pupils contracted.
"Porygon Z's gone haywire! It's movements are too erratic to follow...and the tracker is lost somewhere in cyberspace...!"
"...Is the Archon Drive stable at least?"
"Yes, the future from their point of arrival will not fall apart. They're free to operate as they'd like. However, we simply don't have the time..."
"...Ironic, since the Temporal Pokemon itself is willing to bend to our whims just this once. We need to brave through it."
"But the possible consequences! Their biological constructs might disintegrate before they can even make it through!"
"You've always been terribly overprotective of them."
"Of course I am! They're practically our children—what are you doing?! Relinquish control this instance—" Spruce shovex aside Fir and grab the lever. Before she could even open her mouth to berate him, he exhaled slightly, and turned to face the eighteen who stood in front of them.
"It's time to let go."
He pulled the lever. Fir cried and wailed against his chest, but in the end she could only turn to face the adults in the machine as it galvanized into action. Electricity crackled, and mystical energy began to pour out of the walls. Humans and Pokemon worked in synchronicity as science mixed with magic. Around them, the place was beginning to collapse. The two legendary Pokemons would probably survive, but as for the professors, well, humans were such vulnerable creatures.
This was it.
"We believe in you all."
"Do us proud, yeah?"
And the whole place came crumbling down.
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Eighteen adults are separated upon traveling back in time and reverted to infancy. From this twist of events, they must all start from scratch to prevent a doomed future. Carrying with them nothing but the brand of their type and three Pokemon eggs each, they must unravel the Origin Conspiracy and stop it before catastrophe is inevitable. Based off of a roleplay.