Prologue
"Um, Officer?" A young girl not likely to be over the age of twenty asked to the officer, who sat lazily with his back to her, drinking some steaming coffee that sat on his desk with five manila files, one of them quite thick. She wore a short purple dress, and had black hair as dark as midnight, and had red eyes that cut the air like a Crobat's wings. The officer didn't answer.
"Officer, I need to see my dad. He's named Nascour, and I need to deliver a letter to him. Mom is quite worried about him missing. Oh, here's a picture of him." The girl pointed out the picture of the thickest file, which was of a man in a tight purple shirt and a feathery purple skirt, had the same evil eyes, but there was one major difference: The hair. The man in the picture had whitish-gray hair. The officer ignored her.
"Oh who needs you, anyway? I'm just delivering this letter by my self." The girl's eyes glowed with a bright red aura and a loud groan came from the officer. The girl began to walk to the door when all of a sudden a loud siren went off.
"Oh, darn. I thought this was going to happen." The girl ran out into the familiar desert of Orre. A blue bird with two tails and red markings on its face waited, preening itself. "Swellow, Fly to headquarters!" the girl said to Swellow as she jumped on Swellow's back. The bird flew effortlessly over the desert, braving the sandstorm whipped up by her strong wings. The girl flew on Swellow for just a few minutes, before she landed in front of a large boulder with a small metal implant.
"Good job, Swellow." The girl said encouragingly. The girl's hand glowed a dreary red color as the rock glowed the same color as it floated. The rock moved out of the way and revealed a door. The girl opened it and Swellow went in with her. The girl pointed her hand at the rock, and moved it back in place. The door led to a small silver-plated hallway with a door with many metal bars criss-crossing it at the end. The bars met in the middle in a circle. The girl ran to the doorway and entered in a code on a touch- sensitive computer screen. In response, the screen displayed a picture of the girl along with some information. The girl verified it by reading it aloud:
"Name: Andrea- Well duh."
"Age: 20- Yup."
"Immediate Family: Sabrina (mother), Nascour (father), Anabel (sister)- Okay."
"Hometown: Gateon Port- Sure."
"Affiliation: Andrea is the daughter of one of the leaders of one of the previous Ciphers. Nascour promised that she would inherit the rank of Elite Admin when Evice came back to power. After Greevil's downfall to Michael, she took over. –All true."
Andrea pressed the green button below the information. The computer reacted with a click. The metal bars retracted from the circle as the door loosened. The door opened automatically.
"Wow. I never thought I'd get here…" a boy about fifteen years old said. He wore a plain yellow shirt and red shorts. He stood on the wood floor of a large ferry, leaning casually against the guardrail. He watched as the ferry approached the destination he was bound for: The Orre Elite Four. It was situated on Citadark Isle: Cipher hadn't been there in a while, and it finally was peaceful. The volcano that formed the main part recently was declared inactive.
"Hey, Chris, you might want to get your Pokemon ready for the battles." Another boy burst out of the cabin of the ferry next to Chris. He wore a gray tee- shirt and jean shorts "Yeah, really. This is the biggest challenge since the Battle Frontier. But I have Sceptile and Frealigatr." Chris boasted.
"Yep. I'll take this ferry back. I'll Be at the Lab in a few minutes." The boy said.