Ten years ago, I was just an ordinary kid. That was during the war. That cursed war, between Kanto and Johto, the outcome made me so angry. Oak... the strongest trainer in Kanto, he surrendered, just to save his worthless skin. What a coward, everyone knows he's nothing more, whether they want to admit it or not, every person who fought in the war for Kanto knows what a coward Oak is. But enough of that. I'm through sitting around, doing nothing but watch the Johtonians take control of Kanto. There's no 'official' revolution, but when there's a tyrannical government, there's sure to be an outbreak of crime. That's where Team Rocket comes in. Team Rocket, the most notorious crime syndicate in Kanto. For a while, I thought they were just trouble, but I learned there's more to them. That's why I'm now a Team Rocket grunt.
I stood with the other grunts getting ready for our first mission briefing. I stood quietly before going up to get my Rattata. It wasn't a problem, I'd steal some more Pokemon eventually. As I walked up to the upper floor of the Rocket Hideout, another grunt came up to me and said, "Hey bud! You going out to steal your first Pokemon? I can-"
Before the other grunt could finish his sentence, I gave him a cold glare and said, "Buzz off. I don't need help from anyone." and continued walking out of the hideout and into the Rocket Game Corner that we ran.
The other grunt came up, "Hey, what the hell's your problem man?"
I growled at him, "I don't need anyone's help, especially help from somebody so inexperienced and cocky. This isn't my first day as a criminal, I've been in the system for five years now. Ever heard of the Mask of Ice?"
The other grunt nodded, "Yeah, that scary ass dude with the mask and crazy strong ice types?"
I pulled out my old mask from my pocket, "No offense taken on that comment. Listen, I know you're trying to help, but I've been at this schtick for a while. If anyone should be teaching, I should be teaching you."
The other grunt nodded, "If I had known you were the Mask of Ice, I wouldn't have been so disrespectful. But, if you were the Mask of Ice, what happened to your ice types?"
I sighed and said, "During my last jail sentence, the guards were actually smart enough to confiscate my Pokemon. The guards before weren't that smart, and that's how I kept escaping, but I knew that at some point that luck would run out. That's enough of that though. We need to get to Mt. Moon, and I sure as hell ain't walking. Right now, we can only steal from kids and geezers, and we'll need a flying type. Celadon's a big place, with lots of kids playing with their Pokemon and geezers feeding the Pidgey. Shouldn't take too long."
Soon enough, the grunt, who introduced himself as Chris and I found and robbed a little girl. I said, "Well, a Pidgey and Spearow are typical of a young kid. They may not be tough, but they'll get us to Mt. Moon. I'm heading out now, I'll see you there Chris." I send out the Pidgey and it grabbed onto my arm and started flying.
When I got to Mt. Moon, the purple haired Admin, named Petrel from what I remember at the briefing told me, "Alright grunts, let's get going. Your mission in here is to find the agent we have from the Pewter Museum. He's supposedly found some fossils. Make short work of anyone who's trying to dig up fossils of their own, and report any and all findings to me. Do I make myself clear? Good, then off with the lot of you." This was the start of my first mission, and the day I made my worst enemy.
I walked through the caves of Mt. Moon until I heard another grunt yelling that he'd found something. When I, along with two other grunts met up with him, he was going on about a fossil, and I said, "Shut up you idiot. You can't even tell the difference between a Moon Stone and fossils? How fucking stupid are you? Goddammit."
Another grunt chuckled at my comment, "He's got a good point, there's a very obvious difference between a Pokemon fossil and a Moon Stone dumb ass, bones. Do you see anything that looks like a bone here? Cause I sure has hell don't."
The third grunt grumbled, "Man, what a waste of time. Screw this shit, I need a j."
I sighed as I left the other grunt who wasted our time with a Moon Stone. Apparently, there was a commotion about some kid with strong Pokemon. I walked over to the group and asked, "Strong Pokemon? Any specifics?"
One of the grunts said, "That kid had a freaking Wartortle! Where the hell could he have gotten that thing?"
I sighed and grumbled to myself, "Wartortle, that's a war grade Pokemon, how could a kid get ahold of one of those?" After talking to myself, I told the other grunts, "Well, let's just focus on the mission. As long as that twerp isn't after the fossils, we just need to avoid him." I continued through the caves until I saw a man in a white coat with Chris. I walked up to them and said, "I suppose you're the guy from Pewter Museum?"
The man nodded and gave me his confirmation, "Yes, but I honestly don't understand this fossil fad, but it's really none of my business."
Chris went to get Petrel, while I stood guard for anyone who was stupid enough to try and take the fossils. I stood for a few minutes before a kid came around. He didn't say a word, in a creepy way. I couldn't believe this kid, I had a full team of Pokemon, and he beat every one of them with that freak of a Charmeleon. After he finished off my last Pokemon, he walked past me, and I could hear a very quick battle between him and the guy who found the fossils. I walked back up towards him and saw that the fossils were gone. "Dammit! Who the fuck was that kid? First a Wartortle, then a Chameleon? Where could these kids be from, with those Pokemon! What happened with you?"
The scientist said, "Same as you I assume, I didn't even get a chance to hit him, he knocked out all my Pokemon and took off with both fossils!"
Petrel's voice came up and said, "Both fossils you say? Well, isn't that just great? Tell me, did either of you get a good look at the kid?"
The scientist said, "Sorry, I didn't get a good look at him, he was in and out of here in a minute, maybe the grunt got a good look?"
I nodded and told Petrel, "Yeah, I got a look at him... He creeps the hell out of me, he didn't say a word."
Petrel looked at me saying, "Good, at least somebody on this team's capable. Let's get back to Celadon, the boss will want to hear about this, and he'll probably want to talk to you specifically Caelan."
