NOTES: This was written back in 2012. It's a bit outdated I guess. If you want me to finish the fic, as it does have a third and fourth chapter plotted let me know.
Lyra is 17 here. Silver is also 17.
Gary and Red would be around 24 (Both 13 taking on the Kanto League)
Lance is 29 going on 30. (Suggested from the idea he was 15 when he became Champion of Johto and an Elite 4 of Kanto, only ever beaten by Gary and Red when he was 19 in the Elite 4 of Indigo)
If she'd seen her day going this way, Lyra would have just stayed in Olivine training with Jasmine.
Team Rocket had to be thee worst group of humans she'd ever known. First they stole Pokémon, then decapitating slowpokes, forcing Pokémon to evolve and now they'd holed themselves up in the Goldenrod City radio station, kidnapped The Director and goodness knows what else!
Lyra was fed up to the back teeth with these punk ass Rocket Grunts. She'd lost count on how many Rattatas and Zubats she'd had to fight off.
The battle in the underground hideout in Mahogany Town had been at best a good training ground. Plenty of cock -sure grunts and stolen items she could use to support her team. But really credit had to be with that fire haired Dragon Tamer.
If she hadn't met Lance at the Lake of Rage after fighting the red Gyarados then she'd never have found out just what these Pokémon poachers were up to. Watching him storm down the corridors of the underground hideout with his trusted Dragonnite gave her such a thrill.
Her journey hadn't been lacking any sort of excitement per say but that moment had definitely cemented its place as her number one encounter.
She'd known of the Dragon Masters existence since she was six years old. She had posters and decors all over her room of various Pokémon. Her favourites being a signed picture of Lance and his Cousin Clair, her mother got her from the League when Professor Oak's Grandson had been taking part and her mother and Professor Elm had gone with him to watch.
Gary had previously won in the Kanto League. A short-lived title, but his legacy to be the first Champion since the founder of the League lived on around the world. These days he travelled around just like the current nameless and not holding titled champion. Gary had never spoken about that day to anyone again.
She'd not recognised the Dragon Master instantly, at least until he introduced himself and her childhood dreams flashed forward. Even sat here, in far corner of a room in the Radio tower she smiled at the pictures on her Poketech gear. The one of her with Croconaw outside the Pokeathlon dome beside the cardboard cut out of the Johto Champion a few years back.
She wished he was here right now.
She was amazed no one had responded to the radio incident. Professor Elm had told her he'd phoned the police when she agreed she'd heard the radio broadcast but she must have been in the building a good hour already and there was no sign of anyone coming to help.
Part of her wondered why she'd found it a good idea to come crashing in here to rescue the Director. Maybe Lance's steel determination and dragon like attitude to this group had rubbed off on her. Her Pokémon had certainly been up for the fight. Her faithful Dragonair that she'd raised from winning at the game corner had lead the fight, followed closely by her Feraligater and Nidoking, her Pigeotto and Machoke worked together to take out any hidden grunts who'd tried to ambush her route through the tower.
But 28 grunts down and Petrel, she was starting to waiver. Her Pokémon tired from the constant streams of grunt battles and Machoke was still feeling the effects of a poisoning from Petrel's Weezing.
She hidden them in the room to rest while she tried to plan her next move. She could either withdraw her other Pokémon and try to sneak out of the building alongside her Nidoking or force on and risk them fainting or worse.
She fussed through her bag. She had very few potions left and only one more antidote she had 2 revives and a few full restores Lance had lent her in Mahogany but would it be enough?