"I am proud to announce, the opening of..." The Boss stepped away from the door behind him. From the main dome's side door, revealing a tall figure- decked in a black suit. He stood beside the Boss, dwarfing him. Over his eyes rested dark shades that matched his short, half-shaggy hair. He wore two black gloves over his hands, and those shiny polished shoes on his feet. He bore no smile on this glorious day.
"Where is..." The boss asked, the Scout nearby. A puzzle look glazed over their faces. The tall man didn't look back at them. From behind him, he put his hand on a hilt covered in...black. He drew it, revealing a long, slightly curved blade. It glistened in the direct sunlight.
The Scout looked out. So many people, mainly the richer of the world, impatiently stood in preparation of the cutting the the thick red ribbon. They watched the blade intently as it was laid across the velvety band. With a twist of his wrist, the man he eyed sliced the barrier in two. A skilled swordsman's trick. His two thin lips parted as he sheathed the flashy blade. He thus finished the Boss' previous sentence for the crowd before him. "PokéEarth."
Pivoting on his heels, the tall man exited the scene. The ribbon was trampled, and Professor Maple set to work amongst all the people- just as she was designed. The buzz of a thrill grew from the inside, and the Boss, along with the Scout, was left speechless.
"Wasn't the girl supposed to open this place?" The Boss asked the Scout, standing outside by themselves now. The Boss' eyes were locked on the door, and the Scout fought every instinct by staring at his shoes. She had said that she wanted to, and that she would. She spoke of the place as her own creation, and yet this Man acted as if it had been almost stolen from him. Fear wallowed in the Scout's shoes.
"Let's go inside- this place is amazing." The Scout picked up his tone, looking up to his boss. The large man turned to him, concern set in deeply.
"Don't change the subject! Something here is amiss! Can't you feel it?"
"No." The scout lied as quickly as possible. He stepped off of the small stage temporarily set up by the entrance. He was just going to get his Eevee, his gear, and get in the three dimensional world. If Aidian could bring Pokémon to earth, she could handle this little dispute.
She struggled out of the ropes of the chair, and set back to work on the monitoring. So many people had arrived! Nintendo hadn't lied, they would be able to sell this to anyone. The registration was quick, one name right after the other, but still not fast enough to even touch the dangers of the system. It had been built for millions of users at a time, and the first few hundred weren't going to phase.
With that not concerning her, Aidian's face still bore a red paleness. Her hands calmly glided about the controls. She tried to regulate her breathing, the fabric still in her mouth. As she got the 'Questionnaire' alert, she quickly pushed it down to her neck, as if it was nothing but a handkerchief. She backed away, from the controls. Standing with her feet apart, she welcomed the newcomers on their new PDAs. A mass video to all the welcomed members of her new world. She could deal with everything else later...
This was a true opportunity. Every single time, he hoped pointlessly. Each game, he was programmed to be the good guy. Now, there was no restriction to what he could do. For all he knew, he could be the starter of the new team of terror. Not to mention, he knew how to do it right. With a smirk on his face, he picked up his Umbreon and his gear- set to be the new bad guy.
Each step slipped to his tune that he had loaded from his I-pod into the black and silver PDA. Pretty handy tool, he figured, and wasn't that heavy- so claimed his ear. The watch was just about as stylish as he was- but not quite. He was pretty surprised that the old guy and the sword was able to forge all this. He thought that the old people were as dull as it gets- maybe this guy was the one and only break. Then again, he couldn't be that sharp, programming a small nerd-girl into the help system. Then again, not everyone can re-create a cute babe on command.
Otto tossed the pokéball from hand to hand. Unlike his older and younger sister, he had confirmed that he was working alone. He didn't want any of that 'Teaming Up' nonsense dragging him down. He could move at his own pace, anywhere he pleased. He had an idea of what kind of team he would carry on him in the end...or rather, when he came to 'power'.
Out of the corner of his eye, Otto spotted some kid staring at the front of the pokéball, blankly. Otto didn't want to really bother, but whatever. Walking over to the boy, who seemed only a little younger than he, He stood before him with his arms crossed.
"You okay, kid?"
The boy looked up, a little embarrassed, but mostly frustrated.
"No, I'm not. What is this?! I have no idea what's going on..."
"Weren't you listening when the help system-"
"No! Shut up and leave me alone!"
Otto let his eyes droop. With a sigh, he snatched the pokéball from the kid's hands and released the Pokémon from inside. There, from the whiteness that emerged, came a Treeko. He pulled the Pokémon back, and handed the kid back his starter.
"Just push the white button in the center. All it takes." Otto paused. "You don't look like you know what Pokémon are, even."
"Yeah, well I can figure these things out on my own." The kid hissed back, turning away from the rich-know-it-all. "So go take your air-filled skull somewhere else."
"Look, why don't you do yourself a favor and let me teach you the basics, then I'll let you run off any cliff you like."
"Gee, thanks. I love variety."
So after a few well-mannered exchanges in words, the kid finally fessed up his name. Training began shortly after. A quick explanation of the watches, PDA, and basics of the elemental weaknesses and strengths squirmed it's way between the two boys. It was a long while before either of them could agree to disagree long enough in order to stop arguing on... fill in the blank, essentially.
"And that's pretty much it, Raul."
"What do you mean, 'pretty much it'?!" The noob complained.
"That's just the basics, you realize that- right?" Otto sighed. Poor kid, he had no clue. He hated to make such an offer, but, he couldn't have a gang by himself, and quite frankly, it's better to train a guy the way you want him than to have to conform to someone else's style. "Look, why don't you just stay with me. Before you get yourself killed or something."
There was a bit of silence, but he eventually complied.
"Good, now lets get goin'. Let's put this system to the test, shall we?"
The Milotic tried to sooth her master, but nothing doing. She let a soft cry escape, but only a worried face turned toward her. She knew what was wrong, most of the team did. Master's plans were being tampered with, and concern had spread through everyone aware.
Aidian stroked her Milotic's head. Even now, she couldn't smile. Her father had opened PokéEarth, thus people would think he built it- except for the Boss and the Scout. Calling one of her dittos to task, her form was taken, along with the Help System PDA.
"Aysu," She called, and her Milotic looked the calling master in the eyes. "Take the first egg, and give it to the Scout. Have the rest of the team keep an eye on the other five. Have Slowking tell my father not to disturb the eggs for a while."
The Milotic nodded quickly, and left in high speeds. Aidian reached for her other PDA, and applying it, she called for her Abra. Teleporting to her with her pink bow over the left ear, Aidian gave brief commands to take her to the center of town.
Something had to be done, and she only had the sketchy idea of how to do it.