Notes: No evil team's grunt population can be purely pathetic, as cute as they are. So here's a more competent, ambitious take on Team Galactic life. Probably a one-shot, but you never know. Reviews are appreciated!
Chosen
You know how when you're a kid, your mom's always telling you how special you are? How you can do anything, be anything you want, you just have to believe, and maybe eat your lima beans and study for that spelling test? And for a while you believe her, but then you get to a point where fiber, and the ability to spell "unorthodox," can't get you any further. You lose your faith. But because you heard it so much, you can't shake the feeling that maybe she was right, that you could do something with your life if you did just the right things. It must be a 'mom' thing.
Not MY mom. Just moms in general. But the Boss is like that.
Every morning we wake up and stand there in formation, trying to stay awake, while he gives us a pep talk. We're special, we're the chosen ones, we will make a new world and live in it. And at first it sounds ridiculous, but he's so passionate and intense. He really believes it, so we can't help but do the same.
I've been a proud Team Galactic member for about three years now. Hoping to make commander soon. Commander Neptune. I've got my name all ready. Saturn and Jupiter are good ones. I think Mars would've been fine for a guy, no offense to her. That's just me, I don't know. I do know that eventually some poor kid's gonna get stuck being Uranus, but it won't be me.
I haven't thought as far as hair yet, but I'm sure something'll come to me.
Then there's my signature Pokemon. I haven't really decided on that either. But nobody gets anywhere using a Cascoon. And Dustox isn't for me. Maybe a psychic or dark type. Nobody seems to have any psychic types around here. It's really not all that strange, when you think about it. They say you need a strong mind to control a psychic pokemon, and most of the grunts around here aren't going to be winning any awards for their IQ scores any time soon. They're pretty much worthless, and they completely lack ambition. It's just a meal ticket and a roof over their heads.
That's how we're different. They're along for the ride, but I'm going to be the one driving pretty soon. The Boss tells us all that we have been chosen, but I can see in his eyes that he's lying. Look at the other grunts. Of course he is. They're an embarrassment. But there are a few of us, the ones who can really see. We've really been chosen. We can weave through this cannon fodder. When they fall, they'll clear the way for us. For me.
