ALRIGHTY
So this is a fanfiction idea that I've had floating in my head for about three years now, and only got around to brainstorming it about six months ago, and barely got to working on it a week ago. So this prologue is a full three days of full dedication and Googling words and stuff, and I'm pretty glad I finally got around to writing.
I'll go into further detail at a later time but let me make a few things clear:
- This is an OC story
- Mutare is a fan region I made up based on Italy, south of Kalos
- This takes place between the FRLG and Emerald arcs
So without further ado, here you go, Pokémon Special: The Obsidian & Granite Arc Prologue
June 23rd, 2XXX
5:36 PM
Centrantico City
The rusted metal door slammed against the dull concrete wall creating a loud thud that echoed throughout the hall, unheard except by several figures clad in white body armor, their face covered by griseous silver visors protruding from their helmets. The darkness was soon illuminated by the flip of a switch as they proceeded to unzip several equipment bags. One stood out in particular, as he was not wearing any body armor of any kind, but was instead dressed formally in a black tuxedo with a red undershirt and a black bowtie. His head was adorned with a fedora matching the formal suit. He was obviously the leader of the group.
"Set up quickly, we're against the clock gentlemen," he said in a booming tone. The man pulled back his sleeve and glanced at his watch.
The armored men pulled out several worn out devices that had a sort of circular switch in the middle and a black outlined triangle with a lightning bolt could be faintly seen on the upper right corner.
"These should knock out everything electronic within a one mile radius for about an hour or less," one of them said as he turned the circle in the middle, adhering the device to the wall.
"Will it knock out our communications?" the man asked as he crossed his arms.
"No sir, our stuff is EMP resistant," he responded.
"Good," he replied checking his watch again. "Right, we have a few minutes so let us go over the plan one last time."
All of the devices were now hanging from the wall, ready to be primed for use. The man casually walked to the door and turned back to the other men, who had circled around him. He took off his fedora, revealing his messy brown hair, and laid on the door post.
"I will give the signal for you guys to detonate the EMPs and during the proceeding chaos and confusion, you will rush in, take the VIP, and leave before law enforcement or any meddling children have time to respond."
"Or the media," chimed in one of the men in the back with hands crossed and his head down.
"Right," he said acknowledging him, "but we'll be able to see their late reactions from the safety of our hideout," he added smugly, earning a few laughs from his small crowd.
"Question sir," one of them asked meekly, with his hand raised.
"What?"
"Is our escape van in the parking garage or outside?"
Indiscernible chatter soon filled the room about the whereabouts of their escape vehicle, which was apparently not made clear beforehand. It quickly turned into a full blown argument between the grunts as the man shook his head and sighed deeply.
"Quiet, you idiots!" he yelled silencing the group almost instantly.
"-how? This moron hasn't even told us why we're kidnapping him!"
All eyes suddenly shifted in the grunts direction, while the grunt himself immediately notice his gaffe. Their leader stood up straight and made his way through the group towards him. He was noticeably shorter than the rest of the guys in the room with him, but stood eye to eye with the grunt in front of him. The man stared at him with a piercing glare with his dark brown eyes.
"That information is classified to us admins, what you need to focus on is doing what you signed up to do," he spitted coldly. Turning away from him, he reached up to place his fedora on his head. "The van is level B2 of the parking garage. There's two vans, go in different directions once you have the VIP, but meet at the same rendezvous point by the outskirts."
The grunts nodded. "Yes sir!" they all said in unison.
"Good," the man said as he approached the exit. "I'll be making my leave now; there is no room for mistake gentlemen," he paused and coughed into his sleeve," we only have one shot at this, and if we fail, we will never have the opportunity at this again. Do NOT disappoint."
He then turned to leave, walking down the hallway and around the corner. As soon as he arrived at the emergency stairs, he dug into his pocket and pulled out his PokeNav, fast dialing a number and promptly putting it up to his ear. He was well aware that since he was underground the signal would be terrible. After a few seconds, the person he called miraculously answered much to his surprise.
"Mons, we're ready. I'm heading to the main hall right now and I'll give the signal when Fallon starts his speech."
"Good. Don't screw this up, Zane. We only have one shot at this," the disembodied voice spoke through the PokeNav speaker.
"Of course sir, that's what I told the grunts. We'll reach our goal in no time," the man, Zane, responded.
"You do realise some of these building are EMP resistant? If the Convention Center is resistant, it will cost us-"
"Relax," Zane interrupted, "we've done our research, it's not EMP resistant. We've gone over the plan countless times, developed a backup plan, and brought along our best operators. We're not failing, not on my watch."
"You better be right Zane, for the sake of our goals and our team."
"Don't worry," he added, "we're not Team Rocket; we won't be brought down by children."
Mons chuckled. "Hopefully. Report to me when it's been done. Mons out."
Zane ended the call and smirked as he exited the emergency stairwell, entering the main hall of the Maestoso Convention Center. As he walked toward his destination, the technology summit being held there, he greeted the security at the entrance and casually strolled in. He smiled at himself as he looked around observing the people around him. All so dependent on technology that they make an annual celebration of it. He thought of it as pathetic.
Zane made his way through the crowds of people to find his designated table; front row, right in front of the podium, perfect to see his grunts and make sure they bag and drag their target. He pulled his chair and sat, taking his hat off and laying it on the table.
"Technology, should only be in the hands of those who use it responsibly," he thought. He lived by that ideology and so did the organization he worked for. Not only that, but Zane solely believed he was one of these individuals, capable of using technology responsibly, and for the benefit of both mankind and Pokemon alike.
Zane quickly shifted his eyes as a man walked onto the podium. He wore a tuxedo as well, albeit a blue undershirt and his hair was styled into a faux hawk. Zane instantly recognized him as Professor Arborvitae, Mutare's regional professor who had noticeably made regional headlines not too long ago after a feud with Atavic Corporation, something about a disagreement on a joint technology campaign. He thought of it as disgusting, really.
The professor tapped on the microphone several times, then spoke. "Testing, one, two, three…" His voice echoed throughout the main hall, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Alright, can you guys in the back hear me, yes?" he asked into the microphone, receiving several nods and raised hands from the back of the hall.
"Good, good," he said looking down at the podium, quickly adjusted his collar, and looked back at the crowd before him. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you all fine people, to the Fifteenth Annual International Technology Summit here in Centrantico City, Mutare. I am very honored to be this years host of the Summit, as it is the first time it has ever been held here in Mutare. Now usually, one would give some great, inspiring speech that moves everyone before beginning this event, but not today. I'm not good talking in front of all of you people."
A few laughs could be heard in the crowd and died down almost as soon as it began. The professor smiled and waited for the crowd to quiet down.
"In this case, instead I will pass the spotlight to my former colleague, long time friend, President and Founder of Atavic Corporation, ladies and gentlemen please give it up for Cesar Villanueva!"
The crowd roared with applause as a tall man who was also dressed in a tuxedo with a red bowtie walked up to the podium. As he shook hands with the professor, he exchanged brief words with him, and the professor promptly left the stage.
Zane then placed a small headset on his left ear and covered it with his respective hand.
"Fallon is next, get ready," he said in a fairly low voice.
"Of course sir, you just give the heads up."
"You got it," Zane assured them as he put the headset back in his pocket.
"Soon… I will have the power," he thought with a smirk forming on his face.
One at this point might be wondering who these people are and what they want, but all will be explained in due time.
Also I've realized this was a bit short, even though it is a prologue. I promise to put time and dedication to making the next chapters longer and more detailed.