Prologue
There was a hard knocking at his door. The man shook his head as he advanced to the wooden door. He twisted the knob slowly and a woman with waist long blond hair walked in. "So have you made your choice yet?"
The man turned and stared out a window for a moment, "Yeah, I guess I have..."
"And your decision is?" the woman replied.
"I guess I have no choice but to fight." he said.
"Are you sure, Clay?" she asked.
"I'm sure as one can be when they know they will most likely die, while being recruited by someone who just sits by and orders around Cynthia." Clay replied, Cynthia started to say something then he thrust two pokeballs out in front of him and offered them to Cynthia, "Just make sure they're safe. I don't want to drag them into this."
Cynthia nodded, "Yeah...how did you come to terms with it all? I just...have to know, the truth of course."
"Come to terms with what?" Clay asked.
"Finding out that you're a different person, that you're a hero elsewhere, that you accidentally started a war?" she replied, with yet another question.
Clay sighed, "You mean coming from Andrew to Clay?"
"Yeah, it generally doesn't make sense to me." Cynthia pressed.
"Fine, but sit down, it's a long story." Clay said as he plopped down on his bed and slid over so Cynthia had room.
"I guess it all started with that board meeting..." Clay started.
Chapter 1- A Day In the Life
Andrew Faulkner sat in the middle of his bed alone, meditating, calming himself before a meeting that might change his country forever. His shoulder-length brown hair rested on...well, his shoulders, his breathing slow, his muscular frame slowly expanding and contracting with each breath he took. The silence, welcoming, then there was a noise in the hall. The disturbance almost made him get up, but he held fast. Until the disturbance was brought to him when it literally hit him square in the forehead. It knocked him backward and then he looked up to see his Grovyle, his normally piercing yellow eyes were wide. He sighed then grinned, he leaned over and grabbed the big green rubber ball, Grovyle's favorite toy. He tossed it back, and Grovyle leaped into the air and grabbed it in his mouth. He continued to smile then told him to be more careful. His secretary walked in, "Champion Faulkner, the Pokemon League will see you now." Andrew stood, then got into his business suit and walked into the room, silent with tension. The Pokemon League was meeting in response to the recent flare of criminal activity in the regions. Andrew was the Champion of the Unova Region, and with this title, he carried all the region's military power and political power as well. The other Champions were here as well, representing their respective regions. Red, with Kanto; Lance, with Johto; Steven, with Hoenn; Cynthia, with Sinnoh, and himself, with Unova, he'd endured the grueling flight over to Kanto for this meeting and was staying in a Champion's suite.
"Finally, you're here." Lance said, "We thought you'd never arrive."
"Sorry about that, but now that I'm here, shall we begin?" Andrew said, slightly annoyed.
"I suppose we shall," Lance said, then stood and brought up a power point on the large screen on the wall.
"Oh this is going to be interesting," Andrew muttered under his breath then pulled out a seat from the table, set his suit case down, and began to pour himself a cup of hot coffee. Cynthia, sitting across from him, kicked him in the shin as she heard him. He glared at her for a second, and then she glared back. He then broke off the stare immediately; she always had this way of looking like she saw into your very being.
"This," Lance began, and a bar graph appeared on the screen, "is a current projection of the crime rate in the mainland regions, Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh. We believe that it wi-"
"Oh please Lance, skip the statistics, we know that this isn't what you wanted to show us." Andrew blurted out.
"Faulkner's right, " Red said in a surprisingly deep voice that didn't sound like it belonged to someone only the age of sixteen, "That's not why we're here, let them hear the tape."
Lance nodded then set a tape recorder in the middle of the table, "This was recorded at a Poke'mart in Hoenn." Lance pressed play.
"Put the money on the counter now sir." A voice on the tape said.
"I can't do that." The store manager said.
A gun could be heard being loaded, "How about now?" Laughter could be heard from the man with the gun.
"Sir, just put down the gun and-"
"DON'T TRY THAT CRAP ON ME!" the man with the gun shouted. Gunshots. A woman screamed, then more gunfire could be heard.
"Torch the place," one man said. More laughter then a Molotov could be heard breaking then flames could be heard.
"The rest has been destroyed, and we were lucky to get this one." Lance explained, "We have to do something about it….." everyone stared at Andrew suddenly.
"What?" he asked.
"You know what." Cynthia confronted him.
"Oh no, you think Unova doesn't have its own problems?" Andrew slammed his fist on the table, "Just because we're the only country with a REAL military doesn't mean you can just use them on some gang! We're being threatened as well, an opponent that if we lose to, that you do too."
"PEOPLE ARE DYING DAMN IT!" Lance screamed.
"THEY'RE ONLY GANGS! WHY NOT USE YOUR OWN DAMN POLICE? THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE THERE FOR!" Andrew shouted back.
"WE'RE OVERWHELMED!" Lance slammed both hands on the desk.
"FINE. Fine." Andrew calmed down, "We'll send out a troop of our auxiliary forces. They will aid you and your police." Andrew began to walk out.
"Thank y-" Lance started, but he was already gone.
Three hours later….
"Show me what you're made of, we don't want to say you went all this way for nothing." Andrew said to the adult challenger in front of him, about his age. The man had long, curly brown hair and a goatee that was in desperate need of a shaving. The most definitive feature of his face was a scar that ran through his eye. The man tossed out a normal, red and white Poke'ball. A red stream of light spouted out and bounced across the floor, eventually forming into the shape of a Lucario. The Pokemon entered a fighting stance, and a purple flame ignited around its "hands."
"You have good taste in fighting types," Andrew grinned, "Let's make it interesting, GO, Lucario!" he sent out a Poke'ball of his own, which performed the same actions, then his own Lucario moved to his fighting stance and prepared for the referee to begin the match. The referee belted out the order to begin, and Andrew let Lucario to it, the man shared the fighting style and stood back as his own Lucario ran to face its opponent.
After the fight, Andrew stood and shook hands with his opponent, who'd won honorably. "Come with me," Andrew commanded the newest member of the Hall of Fame, "What's your name?"
"If I told you that, I'd have to kill you," the man said.
"Then why the hell did you come here?" Andrew asked.
"Kidding, of course. Steven Williams." Steven said.
"Steven…." Andrew nodded, then put the info into the computer, "You know if you beat me again within the year, you're eligible for my position?"
"No thanks, I couldn't handle the stress." Steven replied, "I'm on…..a….retreat, you could say."
"I see." Andrew replied, still working, "Where you from?"
"…..I'm not from around here….at...all." Steven said slowly.
"Humor me." Andrew answered.
"Nibiru." Steven said.
"You're right, I don't know…well, that's done, come again!" Andrew exclaimed with a grin, the customary good bye to any challenger. The man left with a wave, and Andrew sighed, Damn.