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Chapter 1: The Wake Escape, 25 years before the events of Sun and Moon
While it felt like just another vibrant and sunny morning in the busy Hau'oli City Marina to any onlooker, Violette and Alexander were suspicious of everything in the new region as they got off the ship from Kanto with their teenage son, and they flipped on their hoods to avoid detection.
Violette nervously scanned the harbor.
"See any Rocket Spies?"
"The coast looks clear," Alexander responded, "but we can't assume it's safe until we get to the other side of Hau'oli City"
The three hooded figures shuffled their way through the crowd with their meager belongings. They had learned to travel light from all the times they needed to escape in a moment's notice during the war in Kanto.
Alexander looked at his poor child. He was clutching his arm nervously, a habit he had picked up after a Team Rocket grunt had broken it with his Raticate's tackle attack.
"That was nine months ago," he thought to himself, "Maybe I'll keep my boy close to home, send him to the local trainer school. He's much too frail to go out, the world is too dangerous." Alexander decided, feeling slightly calmer having chosen to keep his son safe instead of letting him go on a pokemon journey.
On the other side of the short teen, Violette's heart was still racing, knowing that Team Rocket had spies in Alola just like all the other regions, she hoped they would be able to pass through Hau'oli City undetected.
She grimaced, she was tired of moving, it felt like every week in the war they were being shifted around. Not only did they have to spy on Team Rocket and gather information for the CM, but they also needed to stay undercover the whole time, not being found out as informants for the enemy.
"Thank Arceus we're done with it all." She thought.
She took a deep breath as they entered Hau'oli City proper, she needed to calm herself and regulate her breathing. The air was fresh and sweet, almost therapeutic, and Violette smiled for the first time in a while. As they neared the other side of the city, said to be the largest in Alola, it struck her how small and calm it was, especially when compared to the largest city in Kanto. The terrible, smoggy Saffron City was home to too much trauma, and despite Kanto being her home her whole life, she was glad to leave the bitter and war-torn region.
She patted her son on the shoulder, and she felt his body stiffen, and then relax when he realized it was only her hand and not a Rocket Grunt.
As promised, there was a quiet house right outside the city, on Route 2. And when they entered it, they were surprised by a man wearing the badge of the international police, waiting for them inside. Without even looking at him one could feel his youthful energy, even though a closer inspection would show him to be around forty.
"My name is Agent Nanu", the policeman said with a welcoming smile, "And I work for the international police. Can I get your names?"
The three took off their hoods, revealing Alexander's blonde hair, and Violette's raven black.
"My name is Violette Wake"
"And I'm Alexander Wake"
"And what about you, little guy?" Nanu looked down with a friendly grin.
"My name is Gu-Guzma" The teen stuttered, looking down.
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Upstairs in his room, Kukui was panicking.
"Molayne, what am I going to DO? What if I don't pick the right pokemon and I'm stuck with one I don't like? Then Bruno's dad is gonna hate me for not liking his Pokémon!"
Molayne hated it when his best friend was like this. He hated it even more when it could have been avoided, but Kukui decided to arbitrarily do something stupid.
Like right now.
"I told you you should have gotten your first pokemon last year... or the year before that... or the year before that! You've just been putting pressure on yourself-"
"But you weren't allowed to get a pokemon until now, your stupid parents were worried you'd be irresponsible about your asthma or whatever. 'Oh no, Molayne'," Kukui mimicked Molayne's mother's voice. " 'You can't leave the house or see the real world, you're sick with something vague and inconsequential.'"
Kukui looked straight into Molayne's eyes.
"I wasn't leaving Hau'oli City without you."
Kukui had cut him off, and like always, Molayne had no response, it seemed like whenever he got in an argument with Kukui, he could never win. When Kukui got worked up about something, he could get ruthless, ready to guilt-trip just to prove a point, but, Molayne conceded, he really did sound like a true friend.
At first glance it really was an odd friendship, Molayne was pale and sickly, with a mop on blonde hair on his head that looked like someone had thrown it there. He wore thick glasses all the time, and a crooked smile most of the time. He was actually quite tall, but since he slouched you couldn't tell, but you definitely wouldn't be able to tell alongside Kukui, who, while being slightly shorter, was tan, broad and muscular, and wasn't afraid to show it, rarely going outside with a shirt on, and usually wearing only shorts. Even though he needed glasses, he rarely wore them, preferring the blur to their annoying presence on his face, which he saw as being otherwise perfect.
They had been friends for as long as either could remember, and inseparable since. Each knew the other better than they knew themselves, and people often joked that they were psychic types, able to read each other's minds.
"It's gonna be ok," Molayne broke the silence and looked straight at Kukui. "Everyone knows that Hala isn't just Bruno's dad, he's everyone's dad. Hala will be fine with whoever you pick, you're really just nervous because this is your last chance to get a starter Pokémon from Hala."
Kukui nodded slowly, biting his tongue.
"Okay fine," Molayne groaned, "maybe your current fight with Bruno as well."
Molayne exhaled, and glanced out the window. "We should probably get going soon, because I can't really run and it's al-"
"Almost ten o'clock! We need to get going!"
Kukui cut him off again, and then bolted down the stairs.
"Meet you there!" he called back, taking off on route one to Iki town.
Molayne chuckled a bit, taking out the gleaming new pokeball he had received that morning, and started his stroll to Iki town, chuckling a bit to himself with the pure joy of starting one's journey.
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Nanu handed out coffee to the two parents and sat down at a table in their new dining room.
"Tell me the whole story, okay?" Nanu looked at them. "I need to know everything. The police here know next to nothing about the war."
Violette and Alexander exchanged glances
"Don't worry," Nanu assured them, "I'm on your side."
Violette began to speak.
"There had been a tension brewing for years between the CM and the Gym Leaders over who was really in charge of the Kanto region."
"The CM- who are they?" asked Nanu.
"The Council of Mew," Alexander chimed, "all nine elder mew that have endured since creation, fighting against dangers to our world, with an army of nearly all the able wild pokemon to assist them."
"The Gym Leaders," Violette continued, "acting as the government in the Kanto region, were often ordered around by the Council, whose primary interests were the rights of pokemon, not people. Gym Leaders had long been grumbling about a way to capture the mew and end the struggle for dominance, but legendary pokemon cannot be captured with regular pokeballs."
Nanu nodded silently, as if to encourage Violette to keep explaining.
"Nine months ago, rumors arose that the Silph Corporation was working on a secret pokeball that would be able to catch any pokémon, even a legendary pokémon, without fail. When the CM heard about this, they ordered Silph Co. to stop development immediately. However, Silph wouldn't budge, and got the support of the Gym Leaders and Elite Four in Kanto."
Violette took a couple of deep breaths and kept talking.
"But the Council of Mew was so strong, even the Gym Leaders could not best it- alone. The Gym leaders, let by Agatha, made a deal with the villainous Team Rocket; in exchange for help and manpower in the war, the Kanto region law enforcement would not interfere with any plans of Team Rocket until all twelve leaders agreed to nullify the pact- and of course Giovanni, the Team Rocket boss, was a gym leader himself. With the army of Team Rocket grunts, the tides of the war are now turning against the CM."
Nanu looked out the window, pondering what he had just heard.
"And what did you have to do with all this?"
This time, Alexander spoke.
"We became spies for the CM as soon as Team Rocket started fighting. We helped gather information on the plans of Team Rocket and give them to the Council of Mew, and we may have changed the outcome of a lot of battles. However, Team Rocket figured out fairly quickly that there were spies in the ranks, and Violette, Guzma and I were forced to flee."
In a pause provided by Alexander, Violette continued.
"We had to run away, moving from place to place in Kanto, never staying anywhere for more than a week. Finally we were able to escape to here, with the help of you, the CM, and the international police."
Nanu looked at them with newfound respect.
"You are quite brave and valorous people then, risking then leaving your lives in Kanto for the freedom of pokemon."
"It's really not such a big deal, just don't mention it, okay?" Alexander murmured.
"No really," Nanu proclaimed, "I mean it. You could have been living comfortable lives at home in Kanto, but you gave it all up for the sake of pokemon. Please; I know it may sound odd, but I'd like you to come to my Police Station in Po Town as guest speakers about your selflessness, my colleagues and I could really use some inspiration. Would you do that?"
"Well," Alexander started, waiting for his wife to object. When she simply looked down, he took a deep breath and continued.
"We didn't exactly have the best lives in Kanto to lose, there, I was a con artist, selling a special 'Potion' for 300P each, talking up its amazing restorative powers for pokemon in and outside of battle, even though it was just a smaller serving of the 250P fresh water in a spray bottle. While it did help me come wartime, I wouldn't exactly call myself a valorous man."
"I was always the example from the crowd," Violette added sheepishly, "a single spray of 'potion' would heal up my poor Vulpix, who was only dirty because Guzma had played with it in the mud before the presentation."
She paused for a moment, then her face lit up.
"Speaking of, they should get to know the new house. Come on out, Vulpix!"
A Kanto variant vulpix with a well kept red coat came out of the pokeball, and snuggled up by Violette's legs.
"You too, Gastly!" Alexander sent out his pokemon as well, and his gastly turned invisible to avoid the ambient sunlight.
Nanu looked at Guzma, who had been silent the whole time.
"What do you remember, buddy?"
Guzma looked up at the friendly policeman, his eyes concealing held back tears.
"We ran away a lot."