Project Ωmega

How will the world receive the new changes to the power balance? Morals are twisted by what is possibly the most influential body in the world, and the struggle for power between various organisations ensues. Kanto is the ground of Adventure for young Project Omega candidates, but it is also the battleground of Agendas!

Follow the story of three young souls in your favourite fictional World of Pokémon! Accompany Amy Dalton, Calix Foster, and Vincent Lansdell on a fantastic ride through the mysterious world inhabited by intelligent creatures that live alongside humans. Share the thrill of the adventure, the tension of the conflicts, exhilaration of catching 'em all, as three teens go through Project Omega, to test their limits and break them.


Prologue: 15 years ago

"...Hence, the prosecution rests its case, your honour."

The courtroom air seemed tense, building a swift climax on the ominous foundations set by an exceedingly strong case, one sided in many regards. Chatters erupted across the room, as the defendant stood expressionless in the face of a sentence. Brown hair and onyx grey eyes of cold steel, the tall man didn't say a word in defence of his trial. He looked the blonde prosecutor in the eye, only to get a cold, stoic stare in return. There was no place for him anymore. No future. It was all over, and ideally, he should have been a crying mess of a man watching his future crumble under the resonating thump of the Judge's gavel.

"In light of all the presented facts and evidence, and the lack of an answer from the defense, this court finds the defendant, Spencer John Evans, guilty. He shall now be sentenced to a lifelong imprisonment."

The Judge's verdict was sound. His gavel silenced the outburst of the crowd rather swiftly, as the defense attorney, a black haired, mild mannered man, hung his head in shame. This was a grade A flattening he had received at the hands of the esteemed prosecutor Gareth Dalton. It was never a fight to begin with, and the defense attorney's newbie impulsive decision to defend a man like Spencer had delivered its consequences. He couldn't face his client. Not like this. But then again, what could he do?

"This court is now adjourned."

The people began to rise, leaving with rather mixed emotions, some on display, while others' covert to the point where their faces could pass for masks on a carnival sale. The weeping of a certain brown haired woman, who couldn't have been past her mid-twenties, radiated through the empty courtroom, with a slightly taller, older man as her only form of support. She didn't leave the stands, and didn't even watch the now guilty defendant being escorted out. Her tears flowed freely, without inhibition, and her howls of agony were that of someone who had lost a part of themselves. Justice was cruel, harsh and impartial, and this day stood as a testament to that.

Adjusting his glasses, the powerful looking man trudged down the courthouse corridors, his sharp features outlined well. His blonde hair was combed back neatly, and his piercing amber gaze scrutinised anything that moved. The confidence and grace in the stride of this man was compounded further by his formal attire: perfect for a prosecuting attorney of his stature. The rose on the breast pocket of his beige coat only succeeded in highlighting his presence, as did his beige trousers, along with his white undershirt, formal as they came, with its grey striped red tie, tucked neatly into the buttoned coat with the knot visible. The unnerving stare of the Rhydon statues lining the corridor were squash balls launched at the walking wall; he took his wallet out to brandish his ID card. People naturally moved out of the lamp post of a man's way, his brown shoes seeming to create soft thumps as they hit the maple wood floor with each step. Before him, at the end of the corridor, was a card key operated door, one which he needed his card for. The credentials on the card spelled out clearly: Gareth Ebony Dalton.

"Access granted." It was the door's auditory intercom, confirming the swipe, which was as elegant as his stride, if not more so. It was a single movement in which the prosecutor had deftly deposited his card back into his wallet, and followed that with an artful movement of depositing said wallet in his right pant pocket. He reflected on the events before the trial from earlier, something which happened in the defendant's lobby, as the door slid open to reveal a rather large room. His mind wandered to his conversation in the defendant's lobby. With the defendant. Spencer's words rang loud and clear in his mind as he stepped into the marble floored room that was the warp zone.

"Listen, Gar," The words continued ringing.

"Amy. You need to take care of her, no matter what. Just… look, I know I've been a terrible friend, a terrible person, but for her sake, please, just do what you have to. Amy can't live with Cass anymore! Not after they found out who I am-"

A friend. That wasn't something he was called often. The word itself was almost foreign at this point in his life. He mulled the last wishes of the defendant over as he entered the warp drive chamber. The Silph Company logo shone bright as it did all over Kanto.

The Warp drive system had been a new development nearly a decade ago, allowing easy travel between points A and B. As of this point in time, it was limited to certain Pokémon Centres, and the upper executive echelons, mostly due to Kanto lacking the infrastructure a place like Unova had in abundance.

He had the coordinates set to Celadon City Courthouse, and proceeded to hit the drive button. His gaze was vacant, as thoughts on his current situation raced through his mind scape. He closed his eyes and continued to think, allowing the warp drive to initiate the digitisation process. It always felt slightly weird, but he was used to it. After all, it was better than walking or flying, especially with his Acrophobia.

The warp drive had run its course, and it was within instants that the proud prosecutor had opened his eyes once more. He stood in a room identical to the one in Fuchsia City, but the air told him he wasn't there anymore. He made his way towards the exit, passing through the sliding door with ease thanks to his clearance level. Upon exiting the courthouse, which wasn't much different from the Fuchsia City courthouse, Gareth breathed in the fresh Celadon air. It was clean, and nostalgic to a certain degree, invoking memories he didn't need invoked at the time. The man decided to allow his companion sometime in the open, frolicking perhaps. He reached for one of four small spheres pinned to his belt under the blazer, and plucked the Pokéball off its magnetic holder, before pressing the centre of the red-topped white sphere in to enlarge it to hand size. He allowed the locking mechanism to unleash the beast within, its mane majestic as ever, and its eyes glinting with excitement. The black stripes on its orange body seemed to materialise last from the red flash of light the Pokéball emitted. The Arcanine huffed with excitement, happy to see the outdoors. It was a rarity indeed. The grassy fields that covered Celadon, which seemed to captivate most, even though paths were available too. Even a fire type like Arcanine would seek its happiness here. The loyal Legendary Pokémon smiled and barked a few happy cries before running off. Gareth simply stood there for moments, before striding off on his own. He was happy to see his partner happy, but he wasn't all that happy about doing what he was about to do.

His stride led him to the front of a standalone house on its own plot of land. At the entrance, the sign read clearly: Evans Residence. He swiped a card, provided by Spencer himself, to bypass the gate security and easily open the door to the mansionette. The wails of a baby were pronounced, clear as crystal. He didn't bother removing his shoes at the door as he usually would, but simply made his way to the source of the cries, past the living room, and into the master bedroom. In the cradle next to the king sized bed, was a wailing child. Gareth watched it for moments, before looking to the ceiling. Looking to Arceus. He never believed in such a thing, but he thought he would give it a shot for once.

Nothing. No response.

With a sigh, the tall lawyer bent over to lift the baby out of its cradle, surprisingly gentle with the grip, and careful to wrap the infant up in its blanket.

"UNCAH! UNCAH!" Cried the infant. Gareth simply sighed, and walked towards the door. This was for the best, after all.

End of Prologue