The Power Of Some.
A Slagpit Production
A Pokemon Fanfic
Hello, all you happy campers! Slagpit here. We've been having some odd power-outages here at Slagpit/LunarFormer Production Studios, but I believe we've found the problem, and a solution. (camera pans over to Wolfbane, in wolf mode, surrounded by Pikachu skeletons, with a pikachu tail hanging from his mouth.)
"Yum. These yellow electric rats are delicious. They are practically brimming with energon."
Glad you like them, Wolf. As you can tell, I have no particular love for the obnoxious yellow rodent. Ok, I hate them with a passion. Sorry, kiddies, but if you like Pika, turn back now. As soon as I feel like it, I'm gonna start tossing these puppies into the blender! NO ELECTRIC MOUSE TYPES SHALL SURVIVE! Ok, I may allow THE Pikachu to live, just because he's a main character. But I will kill me some rodent! Just watch. This has been your warning.
"Puppies into a blender?"
Sorry, Wolfbane. I didn't mean real puppies. I'm a dog lover.
"When do we get to show up, boss?"
Hmm? Oh, yes. Wolf, meet some of the new crew around here. Vince, care to do the honors?
"Sure. I'm Vince, the Charizard. These are my associates Victory the Mewtwo, AquaMaster the Blastoise, Burner the Typhlosion, SuperSoaker the Feraligator, Bonsiatwo and Bonsialite the Umbreon and Espeon respectively, Windburn the Moltres, Aircurrent the Zapdos, and Freezair the Articuno."
"Hello."
"Aqua!"
"Charmed, I'm sure."
"Yo."
"Umbre"
"Espe"
"Mol"
"ZAP"
"ARTICU"
Yes, several of them have managed to learn the human language. Aquamaster suffers from a learning disability, and has only learned to speak his own nickname. They shall be helping the TransMisfits around here. And you can start, VINCE, by typing up the disclaimer.
"ME? Why me? Why not Victory? He's a Mewtwo, after all. He's got fingers!"
If you knew what was gonna happen later, you would know why I don't trust Mewtwos. Now write, or you don't get to do the ranch series.
"Ok, ok…"
"Ranch series?"
Plugging future developments, Wolfbane.
"You got these guys the same way you got LF, didn't you?"
Not…quite.
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Pokemon does not belong to me…or Slagpit…Hey, you sure about that? I mean, you do own Blue, Silver, and Crystal…
(Slagpit) I don't own the PRODUCTION rights to it.
Oh. Sorry. Anyway, Pokemon, in fact, belongs to Nintendo, GameFreak, 4kids Entertainment, WarnerBros, and Hasbro. Hasbro?
(Slagpit) ever seen the toys? They are made by Hasbro. Just like TransFormers, except for the fact that they have no affiliation with Takara for you guys.
Oh. Sorry again. Anyway, have fun and see you at the end of the fic.
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"So, this is the research lab we have procured?" the man known as Bill Ion asked, looking at the large sterile building his associate, Vanguard, had pulled their HumVee up to.
"That's what ol' man Giovanni said, boss." Vanguard replied, leaning back in the driver's seat. "Shall I go and retrieve the bunglers?"
"Yes. Now that we're here, it's safe to remove the blindfolds."
"Aye aye, boss."
"And don't call me boss, Vanguard."
"Yes, sir!"
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The suddun jolt of the hummer stopping tossed the blue haired man against his seat. He snorted, then turned his head from side to side trying to see where he was.
"Jessie, where are we? Are we there yet? I'm scared! Why can't we see anything?"
"Shut up, James! We're being taken somewhere by someone that claims to be our new boss. I don't know where we are. We were both blindfolded as soon as we got to our transportation. If it helps any, I'm scared too." Jessie replied, more than a little annoyed at how childish her partner was every time he was awakened from a nap.
"Will youze two clam up? I tink someone's comin'!" their scratch cat-type pokemon snarled, sick of hearing his partners argue.
The doors opened, and Vanguard helped Field Team Double Zero out of the back of the jeep and undid their blindfolds. "We're here, boys and girl. Your new base."
"THIS is a BASE?! We're not some research team, you know, Vanguard!" James said, sobering up from his panic attack.
"Yeah, what's da deal, 'er? We get escorted to this monsterous vehicle, after bein' rescued for da upteenth time, by some unknown guy in a black suit sayin' he's our new boss, an' then YOUSE blindfold us and toss us inta da back of dis ting, and Now ya let us out, sayin' dis is our base? Wazzup, Van? You never worked exclusively for anyone before. What angle you workin' at? And why is this our base?"
"You have a big mouth, Meowth." Vanguard said, turning toward the building. "But I don't have time to deal with that now. Please follow me. Mr. Bill Ion awaits us."
"Bill Ion? Who's that?" Jessie asked, looking at James.
"How should I know? I'm just as lost as you are, Jess." James replied, shrugging his shoulders.
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"Ah, the infamous Team Rocket. It was a wonderfully little noticed criminal organization for a long time. And then you three happened to get teamed up," the darkly clad hominid said, his back to the trio. "Your bungling has lead to Team Rocket being known as either a joke or something to fear, depending on who you came across. If someone came across any other team, it was fear. If it was the well known Jessie, James, and Meowth, it was a joke. Sad, really."
"Are you going to tell us anything about our next mission, 'boss,' or are you going to continue to insult us?" Jessie grumbled, tired of being insulted.
"I'M GETTING TO THAT!" Mr. Ion shouted, causing Jessie and James to leap into each others arms. He then straitened his suit coat. "Now then. You three didn't have too much of a problem when you started out in Viridian City. No. In fact, you were quite good. Then you met with one trainer. One special trainer. One with a pikachu."
"DA TWERP!" Meowth shouted.
"Quite right. Since then, you've been hunting him. Well, not quite him, per say, but his pikachu. I think you are going about things all wrong."
"What do you mean?" James and Jessie asked in unison, cocking their heads to one side.
"Instead of going after the pokemon, go after the trainer. Your new mission, Field Team Double Zero, is to BRING ME ASH KETCHUM AND HIS FRIENDS! I don't care about the Pikachu. Kill it if nescisarry. I don't want it anyway. Whatever use Giovanni or you ever saw in that rodent I never understood."
"How do you propose we catch them, hmmm? I mean, Pokeballs aren't exactly calibrated to catching humans." James pointed out, showing a rare moment of intelligence.
"Oh, they aren't, are they?" Bill Ion hit a button on his desk, and a lab coated Rocket Grunt entered the room, pushing a cart with four oddly colored Pokeballs on it. Each ball was black and dark purple instead of red and white, and each had a letter on it.
"I have had these specially designed for each of the trainers you will catch for me. I call these TRAINER BALLS. The letters allow you to identify which ball is for which person. The T ball is for Tracy Sketchit. The M ball is for Misty. B stands for Brock. If you can find either A.J. or that photographer that Ketchum boy has befriended, notify me and I'll send them their balls. Finally, the A ball. I'm sure you all know what that one is for…"
"Pikachu?" James asked, back to his old self again.
"NO YOU DOLT! FORGET THE STINKING PIKACHU! A STANDS FOR ASH!" Bill Ion shouted, this time turning and facing the luckless trio. As he did so, his features seemed to almost distort, his head warping almost flexing in ways that no normal human's should. Quickly, he turned back around, regaining his composure. "Now, do you all understand your mission."
"Y-y-y-yes, sir, Mr. Ion, sir." The three stammered out, each looking at one another in fear and worry.
"Then might I suggest you start out? You have a long walk ahead of you. Oh, and, in case it never occurred to you, you could always wait until someone is asleep to try to capture them. It works so well when capturing pokemon. And I'm sure it will help when catching people as well, if you catch my drift."
"We'll do our best, sir." Jessie said, still a bit wary of what just happened.
"You had best do better than that. And may I ask Why you are STILL HERE!?"
With that, Jessie, James, and Meowth ran out of the room as fast as possible. Meowth paused a moment, and turned around, looking at their new boss a moment. "Um, Boss?"
"What is it, you?"
"I don't suppose I'm da top cat in this new sub-team rocket, am I?"
"GO!"
"Yes, sir!" Meowth ran even faster this time. "Hey, guys, wait for Meowth!"
Bill Ion flopped down in his large chair and raised a hand to his forehead. "'Pikachu.' What idiots. If I wanted a pikachu, I'd become an exterminator. Fortunately, their stupidity will keep them from catching on…until it's too late for them." He looked at his hand, which now resembled a large three fingered paw. He flexed it, chuckling slightly, then breaking into a low, deep laugh. "Not even those three bunglers can stop my plans now! This world shall soon belong once again to it's rightful owners, THE MEW! SO SAYS MEWBILLION, SO IT SHALL BE! BILLION! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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That's right, kiddies, the big baddy here ain't human. But what is up with the Trainer Balls? And why does he want Ash and the rest of Team Twerp, as well as Ash's former teammates and friends? And what is all this about the mew ruling the world? Tune in next time for more of Pokemon: The World Is Whose?
(Slagpit) Nicely done, Vince.
Thank you, sir.
(Slagpit) Please, no need to be so formal. Just call me Slagpit.
Ok, thank you, Slagpit, sir.
(Slagpit) #sigh#
A Slagpit Production
A Pokemon Fanfic
Hello, all you happy campers! Slagpit here. We've been having some odd power-outages here at Slagpit/LunarFormer Production Studios, but I believe we've found the problem, and a solution. (camera pans over to Wolfbane, in wolf mode, surrounded by Pikachu skeletons, with a pikachu tail hanging from his mouth.)
"Yum. These yellow electric rats are delicious. They are practically brimming with energon."
Glad you like them, Wolf. As you can tell, I have no particular love for the obnoxious yellow rodent. Ok, I hate them with a passion. Sorry, kiddies, but if you like Pika, turn back now. As soon as I feel like it, I'm gonna start tossing these puppies into the blender! NO ELECTRIC MOUSE TYPES SHALL SURVIVE! Ok, I may allow THE Pikachu to live, just because he's a main character. But I will kill me some rodent! Just watch. This has been your warning.
"Puppies into a blender?"
Sorry, Wolfbane. I didn't mean real puppies. I'm a dog lover.
"When do we get to show up, boss?"
Hmm? Oh, yes. Wolf, meet some of the new crew around here. Vince, care to do the honors?
"Sure. I'm Vince, the Charizard. These are my associates Victory the Mewtwo, AquaMaster the Blastoise, Burner the Typhlosion, SuperSoaker the Feraligator, Bonsiatwo and Bonsialite the Umbreon and Espeon respectively, Windburn the Moltres, Aircurrent the Zapdos, and Freezair the Articuno."
"Hello."
"Aqua!"
"Charmed, I'm sure."
"Yo."
"Umbre"
"Espe"
"Mol"
"ZAP"
"ARTICU"
Yes, several of them have managed to learn the human language. Aquamaster suffers from a learning disability, and has only learned to speak his own nickname. They shall be helping the TransMisfits around here. And you can start, VINCE, by typing up the disclaimer.
"ME? Why me? Why not Victory? He's a Mewtwo, after all. He's got fingers!"
If you knew what was gonna happen later, you would know why I don't trust Mewtwos. Now write, or you don't get to do the ranch series.
"Ok, ok…"
"Ranch series?"
Plugging future developments, Wolfbane.
"You got these guys the same way you got LF, didn't you?"
Not…quite.
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Pokemon does not belong to me…or Slagpit…Hey, you sure about that? I mean, you do own Blue, Silver, and Crystal…
(Slagpit) I don't own the PRODUCTION rights to it.
Oh. Sorry. Anyway, Pokemon, in fact, belongs to Nintendo, GameFreak, 4kids Entertainment, WarnerBros, and Hasbro. Hasbro?
(Slagpit) ever seen the toys? They are made by Hasbro. Just like TransFormers, except for the fact that they have no affiliation with Takara for you guys.
Oh. Sorry again. Anyway, have fun and see you at the end of the fic.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
"So, this is the research lab we have procured?" the man known as Bill Ion asked, looking at the large sterile building his associate, Vanguard, had pulled their HumVee up to.
"That's what ol' man Giovanni said, boss." Vanguard replied, leaning back in the driver's seat. "Shall I go and retrieve the bunglers?"
"Yes. Now that we're here, it's safe to remove the blindfolds."
"Aye aye, boss."
"And don't call me boss, Vanguard."
"Yes, sir!"
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The suddun jolt of the hummer stopping tossed the blue haired man against his seat. He snorted, then turned his head from side to side trying to see where he was.
"Jessie, where are we? Are we there yet? I'm scared! Why can't we see anything?"
"Shut up, James! We're being taken somewhere by someone that claims to be our new boss. I don't know where we are. We were both blindfolded as soon as we got to our transportation. If it helps any, I'm scared too." Jessie replied, more than a little annoyed at how childish her partner was every time he was awakened from a nap.
"Will youze two clam up? I tink someone's comin'!" their scratch cat-type pokemon snarled, sick of hearing his partners argue.
The doors opened, and Vanguard helped Field Team Double Zero out of the back of the jeep and undid their blindfolds. "We're here, boys and girl. Your new base."
"THIS is a BASE?! We're not some research team, you know, Vanguard!" James said, sobering up from his panic attack.
"Yeah, what's da deal, 'er? We get escorted to this monsterous vehicle, after bein' rescued for da upteenth time, by some unknown guy in a black suit sayin' he's our new boss, an' then YOUSE blindfold us and toss us inta da back of dis ting, and Now ya let us out, sayin' dis is our base? Wazzup, Van? You never worked exclusively for anyone before. What angle you workin' at? And why is this our base?"
"You have a big mouth, Meowth." Vanguard said, turning toward the building. "But I don't have time to deal with that now. Please follow me. Mr. Bill Ion awaits us."
"Bill Ion? Who's that?" Jessie asked, looking at James.
"How should I know? I'm just as lost as you are, Jess." James replied, shrugging his shoulders.
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"Ah, the infamous Team Rocket. It was a wonderfully little noticed criminal organization for a long time. And then you three happened to get teamed up," the darkly clad hominid said, his back to the trio. "Your bungling has lead to Team Rocket being known as either a joke or something to fear, depending on who you came across. If someone came across any other team, it was fear. If it was the well known Jessie, James, and Meowth, it was a joke. Sad, really."
"Are you going to tell us anything about our next mission, 'boss,' or are you going to continue to insult us?" Jessie grumbled, tired of being insulted.
"I'M GETTING TO THAT!" Mr. Ion shouted, causing Jessie and James to leap into each others arms. He then straitened his suit coat. "Now then. You three didn't have too much of a problem when you started out in Viridian City. No. In fact, you were quite good. Then you met with one trainer. One special trainer. One with a pikachu."
"DA TWERP!" Meowth shouted.
"Quite right. Since then, you've been hunting him. Well, not quite him, per say, but his pikachu. I think you are going about things all wrong."
"What do you mean?" James and Jessie asked in unison, cocking their heads to one side.
"Instead of going after the pokemon, go after the trainer. Your new mission, Field Team Double Zero, is to BRING ME ASH KETCHUM AND HIS FRIENDS! I don't care about the Pikachu. Kill it if nescisarry. I don't want it anyway. Whatever use Giovanni or you ever saw in that rodent I never understood."
"How do you propose we catch them, hmmm? I mean, Pokeballs aren't exactly calibrated to catching humans." James pointed out, showing a rare moment of intelligence.
"Oh, they aren't, are they?" Bill Ion hit a button on his desk, and a lab coated Rocket Grunt entered the room, pushing a cart with four oddly colored Pokeballs on it. Each ball was black and dark purple instead of red and white, and each had a letter on it.
"I have had these specially designed for each of the trainers you will catch for me. I call these TRAINER BALLS. The letters allow you to identify which ball is for which person. The T ball is for Tracy Sketchit. The M ball is for Misty. B stands for Brock. If you can find either A.J. or that photographer that Ketchum boy has befriended, notify me and I'll send them their balls. Finally, the A ball. I'm sure you all know what that one is for…"
"Pikachu?" James asked, back to his old self again.
"NO YOU DOLT! FORGET THE STINKING PIKACHU! A STANDS FOR ASH!" Bill Ion shouted, this time turning and facing the luckless trio. As he did so, his features seemed to almost distort, his head warping almost flexing in ways that no normal human's should. Quickly, he turned back around, regaining his composure. "Now, do you all understand your mission."
"Y-y-y-yes, sir, Mr. Ion, sir." The three stammered out, each looking at one another in fear and worry.
"Then might I suggest you start out? You have a long walk ahead of you. Oh, and, in case it never occurred to you, you could always wait until someone is asleep to try to capture them. It works so well when capturing pokemon. And I'm sure it will help when catching people as well, if you catch my drift."
"We'll do our best, sir." Jessie said, still a bit wary of what just happened.
"You had best do better than that. And may I ask Why you are STILL HERE!?"
With that, Jessie, James, and Meowth ran out of the room as fast as possible. Meowth paused a moment, and turned around, looking at their new boss a moment. "Um, Boss?"
"What is it, you?"
"I don't suppose I'm da top cat in this new sub-team rocket, am I?"
"GO!"
"Yes, sir!" Meowth ran even faster this time. "Hey, guys, wait for Meowth!"
Bill Ion flopped down in his large chair and raised a hand to his forehead. "'Pikachu.' What idiots. If I wanted a pikachu, I'd become an exterminator. Fortunately, their stupidity will keep them from catching on…until it's too late for them." He looked at his hand, which now resembled a large three fingered paw. He flexed it, chuckling slightly, then breaking into a low, deep laugh. "Not even those three bunglers can stop my plans now! This world shall soon belong once again to it's rightful owners, THE MEW! SO SAYS MEWBILLION, SO IT SHALL BE! BILLION! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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That's right, kiddies, the big baddy here ain't human. But what is up with the Trainer Balls? And why does he want Ash and the rest of Team Twerp, as well as Ash's former teammates and friends? And what is all this about the mew ruling the world? Tune in next time for more of Pokemon: The World Is Whose?
(Slagpit) Nicely done, Vince.
Thank you, sir.
(Slagpit) Please, no need to be so formal. Just call me Slagpit.
Ok, thank you, Slagpit, sir.
(Slagpit) #sigh#
