Stepping out confidently onto Route 20, filled with pride and joy after winning my first Gym battle against Cheren, I opened up my Pokemon menu and looked at my team so far: Montreal the Tepig, Penticton the Pidove, Linacy the Riolu, Laval the Sewaddle, and Aspotogan the Azurill. I congratulated them all to help me emerge victorious from my fight with Cheren, especially Montreal, as he was the one who had dealt the winning blow.
"The next Gym's in Virbank City," Cheren had told me before I left Aspertia. "The Gym leader there is Roxie the Poison master. I've heard she's a bass guitar player in a rock band..."
I'd heard of Roxie before; she had taken the place of Lenora (the Normal-type Gym leader) from the original Pokemon Black. "A bass guitar player?" I thought to myself as I rushed through the gatehouse connecting Aspertia and Route 19, "She sounds pretty cool..."
Back on Route 20, I suddenly felt an ominous presence in the vicinity. Even though all my Pokemon were inside their balls, they could feel the sinister presence, too. Pokemon always seem to feel what their Trainers feel, I thought. Maybe they've got some kind of telepathy.
I stepped onto a hill dotted with trees, and - to my surprise and horror - a Team Plasma grunt was standing right in front of me! She had a different outfit on, though - like a black pirate and ninja outfit together - but I could still recognize her by the blue and black 'P' shield emblazoned on her suit.
"T-Team Plasma?!" I stammered, "B-but... Didn't they disband two years ago, because of my ancestor's heroics?!" (My 'ancestor' being the Canada from the original Pokemon Black.)
The Team Plasma grunt had heard me, and she rushed up to me fiercely. "Are those Pokemon yours?" she asked menacingly, indicating the Poke Balls on my belt.
"Yes..." I admitted, feeling guilty and terrorized at the same time. "Aren't you guys, like, fighting for the liberation of Pokemon from the Trainers, or something?"
"Well, that WAS our goal two years ago," said the Team Plasma grunt, "but then that Canada kid and all the Gym leaders of Unova came up and stopped us in our tracks! However, we... uh... 'secretly' reorganized ourselves into two strands."
"Correction," I interrupted her, my index finger pointing up, "not ALL the Gym leaders were there to stop Team Plasma. They couldn't get Cilan, Chili and Cress because they were late, apparently. And what are these two 'strands' of Team Plasma, anyway?"
"The left side is those who are loyal to N, our old king. The right side is those who are loyal to Ghetsis - our TRUE king."
"N...?" I thought out loud. "He's the guy who can talk to Pokemon and hear what they're thinking, right?"
Suddenly, the screen flashed rapidly, and I found myself in a battle with the Team Plasma grunt. A Purrloin popped out from its Poke Ball onto the screen, and because Montreal was at the top of my party, I sent him out. I checked his level: 14. "At this point, you're gonna evolve soon, aren't you Montreal?" I asked him cutely.
Montreal burned the Purrloin to the ground (quite literally) by smashing into her with one or two Flame Charges. "Wow! Your Speed's shooting through the roof, Montreal!" I commented, awed by his display.
Next up was a Patrat. No biggie for Montreal. Two Flame Charges, and down. The Team Plasma grunt was defeated.
"WHAT!" she screamed in disbelief, glaring both at me and at her fallen Pokemon on the ground. "How could I lose to a little kid?!"
"I'm not a little kid - I'm, like, 11 or something..." I corrected her again, not exactly sure how old was I.
"Ghetsis WILL hear about this!" the Team Plasma grunt roared her parting shot at me, before zipping off towards Virbank City in a rage.
"I'm still surprised, though," I said to my Pokemon as I also headed down to Virbank, "why are Team Plasma back from the dead when they broke up two years ago...?"
