Hi guys, this is a story about what happens after a young boy, Oscar, is killed (for reasons I will not go into yet) by pokemon while trying to save his own pokemon. Jack, Oscars older brother, is thrown into a world of cataclysm as the Hoenn League disbands, and law and order collapse.
Please R&R
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P.S. The next chapter is longer!
Chapter 1
A woman was stood on the podium, behind her a building of immense proportions gleaming in the sun. A crowd was assembled before her, spurred to anger and indignation.
"What world is this, where we give children of ten years, not even past childhood, the responsibility over a dangerous, often hostile beast? We send them into the wild on their own, trusting them to master the skill of command over their new pokémon, before they are jumped upon by the wilder, stronger and more dangerous counterparts of their new friends, or, oftentimes, enemies.
"What world is this, where we let our children fight it out for our entertainment? The League is not a way for children to test themselves, whatever we may kid ourselves. It exists to please the masses, nothing more.
"And what world is this, that we see this as acceptable? Well I tell you now, my friends, we shall not be blinded any longer. Above all, we shall keep our children safe."
Cheering met her speech, the roar of the crowd deafening beyond imagining. Jack unplugged the television in Max Birch's lab. A tear rolled down his eye as he remembered his younger brother, Oscar. Oscar had been thirteen when he was killed three months ago, and, since then, Jack had fought only for him. But this woman didn't understand. She saw death, not life, in the eyes of pokémon,.
But Oscar wouldn't want that. The disbanding of the league would destroy the sacred bond between pokémon and humanity, the very bond that he had died to protect – and Jack would not allow it.
The moment the league ceased to be, Jack's pokémon would be transported to Ever Grande, where the cabinet were already making their decisions. So he let them out. Professor Birch was already in action, taking pokéballs from their indentations on the long shelf and placing them in an MTP - Multiple Transfer Port. His own pokémon would, like as not, be safe, under the proposed research licensing law, but he was up to something.
"Open the boxes, Jack." Birch gestured to a stack of cardboard boxes in the corner.
"A'right." Jack mumbled. He drew a small pocket knife from a pouch held at his waist and sliced the parcel tape on one box. The box was filled to the brim with pokéballs. Jack looked blankly at the balls, registering the pattern – the usual red was replaced with a dark grey, and the white underside featured four short studs of the same colour. They reminded him of the heavy ball occasionally used in the Silver Conference in Johto.
"Max – What the fuck?" He called over to the professor.
"I had them custom made by a man in the Devon Corporation – They have no link to the League. Unregistered, unknown. Start putting them into the other MTP, I have the two isolated and linked up, and, if the programming works, the pokémon should be transferred into the new balls, and the old ones will be sent to the League storage room. No one should notice a few empty pokéballs, and the computer will think all of these pokémon are accounted for." The professor began talking to himself as he checked the machines.
Jack shrugged and quickly began loading the new balls into the racks of the modified MTP, nervous that, if this went wrong, he would lose his pokemon. His party were milling around uncertainly, so he took the new balls and recalled them, placing them at his belt.
At last, Birch finished his preparations. He pushed the transfer button, and stepped back nervously. Jack touched the pokéballs at his side. It was a small consolation from the air of uncertainty that his six closest pokemon, at least, were safe.