Kanto League.....
{You say this armor protects my body, but it hinders my powers,} said the feline pokemon as he stood in the high-tech armor his human partner had given him.
"Your powers are not being hindered, but focused," replied Giovanni. No one would have guessed his alternative motives, least of all Mewtwo.
The training began. Having a super powered clone was something new, and everyone, especially Giovanni, was looking forward to the results. Plans were forming in his mind as he watched his creation work.
The training started off fairly easy. No one knew what Mewtwo would be capable of, but he exceeded their expectations. He completed each test with easy. It didn't take Team Rocket long to realize the power of their clone. Mewtwo quickly beat any single opponent he faced. They then tested him against numerous opponents, and each time he was successful.
For instance, once they tried his psychic power against and entire stampeding herd of Tauros. Mewtwo summoned a great Whirlwind, which picked up each pokemon, making it easy to capture. He did all this with very little strain what so ever.
Mewtwo was then brought into the Viridian City gym, to test his strength against trained battlers. Each opponent was disposed of with relative ease. Even an Alakazam, the pinacle pf psychic power, was thrown into the nearest wall before it could strike. To add insult to injury, Mewtwo bent Alakazam's spoons. Even a team of a Nidoking and an Arcanine were no match for his powers.
"So this is my power," thought Mewtwo. "I am in control now." He was proud of his accomplishments and happy with the partnership he had formed.
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Johto League.....
"I think it is finally waking up!" exclaimed the female scientist. She had not left the side of Celebitwo, because she was afraid for the clone's very life. But, luckily, Celebitwo had survived the night.
"It is about time," muttered her impatient co-worker. Neither had gotten any sleep, but he was especially grumpy.
"Shhhhhh," she shushed him, as she eagerly watched the clone. Celebitwo was face down on an examining table, due to its delicate wings.
The clone began to stir, and the monitors connected to it began to pick up. Celebitwo's wings fluttered slightly, and its head began to move. Its eyes fluttered for a second before closing again. Slow muscle spasms raced through its body. The scientists were holding thier breath in nervous anticipation.
The Celebitwo's eyes snapped open. The intense blue eyes scanned the sterile lab as their owner tried to piece together the strange reality. The female scientist stepped forward. She wanted to say something, to do something, but no words would come out.
Celebitwo struggled to a sitting position and stared at the two humans who were there. Then, in a clearly feminine mental voice, she asked, {Where am I? What am I?}
"Um....." stammered the female scientist, "This is the Blackthorn City pokemon lab. You are Celebitwo...... My name is Doctor Maple, and this is Prof. Hickory......" she trailed off, not knowing what to say.
{What happened?} asked Celebitwo, who was just as confused as her creators, but in a completely different way.
"We created you from DNA we found in the Ilex Forest, the DNA of the legendary pokemon Celebi," answered Prof. Hickory. Celebitwo quickly processed this information.
{You created me?} she asked incredulously, like she did not want to accept that idea. He nodded yes, but Dr. Maple remained silent, namely in surprise and awe.
{Am I nothing more than Celebi's replacement?} there was a hint of dread in her question.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Dr. Maple. "You are Celebitwo, not Celebi. You are an entirely new specie."
{What happened to Celebi?} she asked.
"Celebi has never been seen," she answered. "Most people think that Celebi is just a myth. We had a hard enough time finding a genetic sample."
"But your very existence proves the legends and our theories!" interrupted Prof. Hickory. This earned his a glare from Dr. Maple.
Celebitwo was now thoroughly confused. Her eyes never stayed focused, but darted from the people to the machinery to the walls and back again. Doctor Maple noticed the nervousness, and decided to step in.
"Are you feeling OK?" she asked, with a notebook ready to record the results.
{What do you mean?} the clone asked.
"You went through a lot yesterday, we nearly lost you," said Dr. Maple. "We want to make sure that you are healthy. I don't want to lose you again." This came as a surprise to Celebitwo, and her eyes opened a little wider.
"I'll go get the others," volunteered Prof. Hickory as he walked out of the door.
{Others?} asked Celebitwo.
"Other humans who are going to help us, to make sure that you are healthy," answered Dr. Maple.
{Humans?} asked Celebitwo.
"Other creatures like me," supplied Dr. Maple.
{I thought you were a Dr. Maple, how are you a human?}
"Human is my specie, but my name is Dr. Maple, just like your specie is Celebitwo."
{Do I have a name?} asked the clone. Dr. Maple was surprised at that. Of course Celebitwo had never been given a name, it had always been Celebitwo. But, why shouldn't Celebitwo have a name?
"How about Celitwo?" asked Dr. Maple.
{Celitwo,} said Celebitwo, as she turned the idea around in here mind before she agreed to it.
Then, the rest of the scientists came in. They were talking among themselves about the clone, but none felt the need to address her. Celitwo cringed back because of their attitudes.
"Don't be afraid, they aren't going to hurt you," soothed Dr. Maple. "We just want to make sure that you are safe, and will live for a long time."
{Is it necessary?} asked Celitwo as she eyed the tools the other scientists had. Dr. Maple nodded. With a deep breath as she summoned her courage, {Is there anything I can do to help?}
"Why don't you lay down again?" suggested Dr. Maple.
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Hoenn League.....
"Now what?" asked one scientist as they all stared at the unmoving form of Jirachitwo.
"We have to get rid of the body, and report to the boss," answered another. There was no mistaking the sober atmosphere.
They quickly divided up the tasks. Several scientists left to contact their employer, or else just leave to go home, it was hard to say which. They slowly began to disperse. There was little talking, or glances at their failed experiment, however. There was a dark cloud haning over everyone. Outside, a group of four stopped to talk.
"I guess we can take care of the body," said one.
"We can just send it to the crematory, that is probably the easiest solution," suggested another. They all nodded in agreement.
"I'll be right in to help you," said one of the female scientists. "But I need to run to the restroom."
"I'll go with you," volunteered another girl. They walked off together.
"We never would have failed if we were focusing on Kyogre," muttered one of those left.
"What did you say?" asked another, curious, but also angry.
"I said that we never would have failed of we were studying Kyogre," he repeated.
"I don't think so," the latter retorted. "Groudon is the only way this team will succeed." A verbal brawl broke out, dealing with the issues that were splitting the gang in half. They spent the better part of a half an hour arguing, before they remembered they had work to do.
They returned to the lab, only to find Jirachitwo gone.
"The girls must have been here already," one grumbled.
"That never would have happened if you weren't so hard-headed," retorted the second. Their argument started again. Arguments and feuds were all too common place, and the gang was on the verge of splitting.
The guys had left, when not five minutes later the two female scientists entered. They, too, were shocked to see an empty room.
"I guess the guys must have cleaned up for us," said one, after a long pause of silence.
"They must have," agreed the second. "They are such gentlemen." The two walked out, leaving another mystery in the world.
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{You say this armor protects my body, but it hinders my powers,} said the feline pokemon as he stood in the high-tech armor his human partner had given him.
"Your powers are not being hindered, but focused," replied Giovanni. No one would have guessed his alternative motives, least of all Mewtwo.
The training began. Having a super powered clone was something new, and everyone, especially Giovanni, was looking forward to the results. Plans were forming in his mind as he watched his creation work.
The training started off fairly easy. No one knew what Mewtwo would be capable of, but he exceeded their expectations. He completed each test with easy. It didn't take Team Rocket long to realize the power of their clone. Mewtwo quickly beat any single opponent he faced. They then tested him against numerous opponents, and each time he was successful.
For instance, once they tried his psychic power against and entire stampeding herd of Tauros. Mewtwo summoned a great Whirlwind, which picked up each pokemon, making it easy to capture. He did all this with very little strain what so ever.
Mewtwo was then brought into the Viridian City gym, to test his strength against trained battlers. Each opponent was disposed of with relative ease. Even an Alakazam, the pinacle pf psychic power, was thrown into the nearest wall before it could strike. To add insult to injury, Mewtwo bent Alakazam's spoons. Even a team of a Nidoking and an Arcanine were no match for his powers.
"So this is my power," thought Mewtwo. "I am in control now." He was proud of his accomplishments and happy with the partnership he had formed.
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Johto League.....
"I think it is finally waking up!" exclaimed the female scientist. She had not left the side of Celebitwo, because she was afraid for the clone's very life. But, luckily, Celebitwo had survived the night.
"It is about time," muttered her impatient co-worker. Neither had gotten any sleep, but he was especially grumpy.
"Shhhhhh," she shushed him, as she eagerly watched the clone. Celebitwo was face down on an examining table, due to its delicate wings.
The clone began to stir, and the monitors connected to it began to pick up. Celebitwo's wings fluttered slightly, and its head began to move. Its eyes fluttered for a second before closing again. Slow muscle spasms raced through its body. The scientists were holding thier breath in nervous anticipation.
The Celebitwo's eyes snapped open. The intense blue eyes scanned the sterile lab as their owner tried to piece together the strange reality. The female scientist stepped forward. She wanted to say something, to do something, but no words would come out.
Celebitwo struggled to a sitting position and stared at the two humans who were there. Then, in a clearly feminine mental voice, she asked, {Where am I? What am I?}
"Um....." stammered the female scientist, "This is the Blackthorn City pokemon lab. You are Celebitwo...... My name is Doctor Maple, and this is Prof. Hickory......" she trailed off, not knowing what to say.
{What happened?} asked Celebitwo, who was just as confused as her creators, but in a completely different way.
"We created you from DNA we found in the Ilex Forest, the DNA of the legendary pokemon Celebi," answered Prof. Hickory. Celebitwo quickly processed this information.
{You created me?} she asked incredulously, like she did not want to accept that idea. He nodded yes, but Dr. Maple remained silent, namely in surprise and awe.
{Am I nothing more than Celebi's replacement?} there was a hint of dread in her question.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Dr. Maple. "You are Celebitwo, not Celebi. You are an entirely new specie."
{What happened to Celebi?} she asked.
"Celebi has never been seen," she answered. "Most people think that Celebi is just a myth. We had a hard enough time finding a genetic sample."
"But your very existence proves the legends and our theories!" interrupted Prof. Hickory. This earned his a glare from Dr. Maple.
Celebitwo was now thoroughly confused. Her eyes never stayed focused, but darted from the people to the machinery to the walls and back again. Doctor Maple noticed the nervousness, and decided to step in.
"Are you feeling OK?" she asked, with a notebook ready to record the results.
{What do you mean?} the clone asked.
"You went through a lot yesterday, we nearly lost you," said Dr. Maple. "We want to make sure that you are healthy. I don't want to lose you again." This came as a surprise to Celebitwo, and her eyes opened a little wider.
"I'll go get the others," volunteered Prof. Hickory as he walked out of the door.
{Others?} asked Celebitwo.
"Other humans who are going to help us, to make sure that you are healthy," answered Dr. Maple.
{Humans?} asked Celebitwo.
"Other creatures like me," supplied Dr. Maple.
{I thought you were a Dr. Maple, how are you a human?}
"Human is my specie, but my name is Dr. Maple, just like your specie is Celebitwo."
{Do I have a name?} asked the clone. Dr. Maple was surprised at that. Of course Celebitwo had never been given a name, it had always been Celebitwo. But, why shouldn't Celebitwo have a name?
"How about Celitwo?" asked Dr. Maple.
{Celitwo,} said Celebitwo, as she turned the idea around in here mind before she agreed to it.
Then, the rest of the scientists came in. They were talking among themselves about the clone, but none felt the need to address her. Celitwo cringed back because of their attitudes.
"Don't be afraid, they aren't going to hurt you," soothed Dr. Maple. "We just want to make sure that you are safe, and will live for a long time."
{Is it necessary?} asked Celitwo as she eyed the tools the other scientists had. Dr. Maple nodded. With a deep breath as she summoned her courage, {Is there anything I can do to help?}
"Why don't you lay down again?" suggested Dr. Maple.
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Hoenn League.....
"Now what?" asked one scientist as they all stared at the unmoving form of Jirachitwo.
"We have to get rid of the body, and report to the boss," answered another. There was no mistaking the sober atmosphere.
They quickly divided up the tasks. Several scientists left to contact their employer, or else just leave to go home, it was hard to say which. They slowly began to disperse. There was little talking, or glances at their failed experiment, however. There was a dark cloud haning over everyone. Outside, a group of four stopped to talk.
"I guess we can take care of the body," said one.
"We can just send it to the crematory, that is probably the easiest solution," suggested another. They all nodded in agreement.
"I'll be right in to help you," said one of the female scientists. "But I need to run to the restroom."
"I'll go with you," volunteered another girl. They walked off together.
"We never would have failed if we were focusing on Kyogre," muttered one of those left.
"What did you say?" asked another, curious, but also angry.
"I said that we never would have failed of we were studying Kyogre," he repeated.
"I don't think so," the latter retorted. "Groudon is the only way this team will succeed." A verbal brawl broke out, dealing with the issues that were splitting the gang in half. They spent the better part of a half an hour arguing, before they remembered they had work to do.
They returned to the lab, only to find Jirachitwo gone.
"The girls must have been here already," one grumbled.
"That never would have happened if you weren't so hard-headed," retorted the second. Their argument started again. Arguments and feuds were all too common place, and the gang was on the verge of splitting.
The guys had left, when not five minutes later the two female scientists entered. They, too, were shocked to see an empty room.
"I guess the guys must have cleaned up for us," said one, after a long pause of silence.
"They must have," agreed the second. "They are such gentlemen." The two walked out, leaving another mystery in the world.
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