Prologue
2nd February XXXX
00:12am – Pallet Town
~ "The freak road accident that took place today left the town devastated. We have been able to gather more information about the tragedy, and exactly how it unfolded. It is believed in the adverse weather conditions that the lorry seen behind me right now skidded on the wet surface of the road and toppled over.
As horrendous as that sounds already, it led to an estimate of 10 people being injured, and so far it has been confirmed that one couple has died. Miraculously, however, their baby daughter managed to survive the incident and is currently under the care of the hospita-" ~
Click.
The room suddenly became dark as the television set had its power cut. Heads turned in the direction of the intimidating man clad in a strikingly orange suit, his face seemingly in a constant state of malice bar one feature, the condescending, evil grin that seemed to take over the rest of the features on his face. At his side, a pokémon resembling a cat, smirking down at the small group made up of men and women, the man's grunt soldiers, with little empathy for their all-in-all nervous demeanour.
They saluted nonetheless, his pace across the room causing the saluting like a chain reaction. Whether they were deemed stupid or not by their boss, they were desperate not to let him down, which was why they'd turned up by request to watch the newscast; despite how the news anchor had made it sound, the accident was rather minor by the standards of others they had witnessed in their lifetime. He stopped and turned to face them, hands clasped together, still with the smile on his face. There was a silence only for a second, before he looked up, causing them to stand a little straighter and reinforce their stances to try and intimidate him as well.
It didn't work, of course.
"Now, the meaning of you grunts being down here may yet be unclear to you. Allow me to," he paused, clapping his hands causing the room to fill with bright, artificial lights, "shed some light on the situation."
His laugh warranted the same kind of response from his soldiers, having the sense of uneasiness within the room fade a little. They knew all too well that if the boss was happy enough to make a stupid pun such as the one they'd just witnessed, a plan had been a success.
"I am fully aware that Team Rocket is not the usual type of organisation to go and murder innocent citizens in order to run some highly valuable field experiments. But, today just goes to show how 'organised' we can be. I fully intended for things to go the way they did. It seems that we are now able to go out into the world and do great things such as this in order to better it. The pokémon of the world will finally be able to truly be liberated from the chains of their owners."
"Sir!"
"They will truly be able to protect the world from devastation!"
"To unite all people within our nation!" The grunts chanted.
He began pacing up and down, the smile still evident on his face, "YES! You see, we received a tip off that some highly valuable research was on its way to the lab situated in Pallet Town. It was of our best interests to receive the information before anyone else. So naturally, your higher ranking colleagues made it their duty to do so. They formulated this very plot in order to capture it."
"To denounce the evils of truth and love! To extend our reach to the starts above!" The grunts continued their chant.
"Go now! Rest! Tomorrow you shall endure a full day's worth of training! Then we shall cleanse the world, one pokémon at a time! Is it not our duty as members of Team Rocket to uphold our promise to the people? I look forward to the day in which we finally take hold of this fine region! Arm in arm, we shall fight for our beliefs like so many others have tried and failed to do!" The man shouted passionately.
With that, the soldiers around him disbanded, a new fire being ignited within them. He smiled, knowing that they may finally be able to have a grasp over the people of the nation. His team had certainly gained a worse and worse reputation over the years, so it had been an essential exercise to prove just how strong and intelligent Rockets could be. The lorry crash was not going to go unquestioned, that was proven by members within the team, let alone people outside it. He sighed, turning back to walk across to his desk, his pokémon padding along close to his heels.
Giovanni, the great leader that Team Rocket had come to know, the leader that would bring his soldiers to the level that they needed to be was happy. He was contempt in the knowledge that he had successfully fabricated such an event. The cat at his feet purred an unsettling purr, the boss still revelling in the knowledge that he had inspired his troops. Not only that – he'd inspired himself.
"Mark my words, Persian. We'll be the saviours of this organisation."
The pokémon's eyes glinted menacingly, a smile finding its way onto its face.
"One day they'll realise that today was far more than a boost of moral. I'm certain of it, despite the fact that they're all a bunch of blubbering idiots. Even a Magikarp could work it out, given time."
The pokémon didn't really understand what its master was talking about; it never really delved much into the phone calls and handshakes. The endless pampering was more its forte, yet seeing that the man was obviously over-joyed by his supposed sub-plot made the cat join in with the chorus of maniacal laughter that the man had erupted into.
Once he had done, he got back up from his desk, heading to his quarters.
"Yes, just give them some time."
