The moon: cold, gray, massive, and now, anything but barren. On the side overlooking planet Earth, a towering iron castle with sharp spires stood, emanating a menacing aura. Despite the vacuum of space, a shrieking cackle echoed from the fortress. Only one being could make such a sound: Rita Repulsa, the evil space sorceress.
"At last, we're free! Free from that insipid dumpster!" Rita screeched as she moved around the throne room, the black and blue spikes and frills moving about her earth-tone robe. Her court of minions stood behind her, ready to answer her every whim.
"How long has it been again? I've been trying to shake a cramp for what feels like ten hundred years!" said Squat, a creature that looked something like a cross between a blueberry and a warthog.
"Ten thousand years, you simpleton," replied Baboo, a dark blue man-bat hybrid and Rita's chief scientist. Goldar then swiped his sword at both of them, the jagged blade making the pair jump back.
"Silence, the both of you!" he growled. Rita's second-in-command and her strongest warrior looked to be part ape and part griffin, clad in golden armored-skin and deadly claws and fangs. "Now is the time to finish what we started with that miserable planet. Isn't that right, empress?"
"Yes, it is time everyone on Earth bowed to my every order again," Rita said, peering through her lunar-scope, spying upon the Amalei Region and Feron Grove. The city was in a normal state of hustle and bustle, with people and Pokémon living with no knowledge of anything amiss. More life than there had been when she had reigned with a poison grip.
"Yes," Rita screeched. "The more the merrier. I know exactly what to do."