Renny: Oh, wow, I left a bit of a gap between updates . . . well, not as bad as Redemption's long-awaited fifty-somethingth chapter, but whatever.

Paul: I'm not in this? Sheesh, finally.

Renny: You'll be back in it for Dewford, don't worry. And you weren't in last chapter, so why are you complaining?

Paul: Ugh.

Renny: And Slateport.

Green: I think he gets it.

Renny: Awesome. Disclaimer!

Green: Renny doesn't own pokemon.

Renny: On with the show!

OOOOOO

Team- Limit 9

Skitty- Female, Quirky, Skittles

Combusken- Male, Naughty, Torch

Poochyena- Male, Rash, Fang

Wingull- Male, Lonely, Glider

Zigzagoon- Female, Naughty, Bristle

Beautifly- Female, Bold, Spyke

Taillow- Male, Careful, Tiny

Whismur- Male, Relaxed, Echo

On call

Currently none

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Traveling on a ferry was a strange experiance for Faith. Several other Trainers going the same way all assumed she was from Johto or another region where you didn't have to Surf as much as Hoenn, so Faith just let them think that.

Knowing that she could have easily just flown across the sea, you could really tell why she was so fascinated with the ferry and how it worked- simply because she didn't know any better. While Faith knew little of her own anatomy (since she'd never been in a Biology lesson despite showing up at her friends' school sometimes for the fun of it), she did know that her wings and bones had something to do with how she could stay in the air, and her tail played a big part too.

So, while Faith was off trying to figure out what made the giant hunk of metal actually float and move at the same time, her pokemon were left to their own devices.

Naturally this meant the sane half of the team had to keep the insane half in check.

"You can't 'ave that either!" Glider squawked, snatching a pokeball from Bristle's mouth. He quickly flew over to the Trainer she'd taken it from, and gave it back.

Then he looked around and saw she was doing the same thing with another Trainer, only this time it wasn't just a pokeball.

"He's not doing very well." Skittles commented, as the Wingull sped through the air to stop Bristle yet again.

"We could help him." Fang suggested. "That way Bristle wouldn't steal random crap."

He growled as Torch walked by, Tiny perched on his shoulder. The two were engaged in some kind of fancy discussion that Skittles really didn't want to listen to at all.

"No, this is too amusing." Skittles said. "And do you need to do that every time Shakespeare walks by with Shakespeare the second? It's annoying and stupid."

"Meh. I hate him. You see this scar?"

"You've only mentioned it five hundred times."

Basically this meant Glider doing most of the work, and Skittles not doing anything purely because she was too lazy.

Though of course, that doesn't exactly mean she won't help out period, Spyke thought. Well, she hoped so anyway.

Echo was in their room (which was free for Trainers with a very low budget, so this meant Faith got a free room) and as far as the Beautifly could tell, Torch and Tiny were headed back that way too. Bristle was being watched over by Glider, and Skittles and Fang were hanging around them as well.

So, that left Spyke with nothing to do inside the ferry. As a Beautifly, she preferred the open air- having spent a few days as a Silcoon sort of made her . . . let's say dislike cramped spaces. And while the inside of a ferry wasn't all that bad considering how tight the shell of her previous form had been, she still felt she was better off outside on the deck.

So naturally Spyke, following the directions of some Machoke who worked alongside the humans on the ferry, found her way to the upper decks and into the open air.

Beating her silky wings to keep her 'in place' on the ferry (if she'd just hovered or something, she would have been left behind) Spyke glanced around. It seemed that other Flying pokemon, some Beautifly like herself and a few Dustox as well, had the same idea, so at least she wasn't alone.

Obviously humans were on the deck too, but most of them were at the weird puddle at the back of the ship, diving into it and swimming around in it. Which made little sense to her, but whatever, maybe she could get Glider to explain stuff like he always did.

And while she was wandering around, looking for the giant puddle thing to see if she could figure out the appeal of it for humans, Spyke found someone she'd never thought she'd see again.

"Brother?"

The strange-coloured Dustox froze in the air, which made the man next to him glance up in concern.

"Dustox?" the man asked. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course." the Dustox said shakily. The human, unlike Faith, couldn't understand this but he seemed to get the idea anyway.

And then the strange-coloured Dustox turned in the air, and stared at Spyke.

"Do . . . I know you?" he asked.

"Of course you know me!" Spyke exclaimed. "It's me, brother!"

" . . . Wait." Dustox gaped at her. "You're my little- my little sister!"

Finally. They rushed each other and collided halfway, which did startle the human but neither Bug pokemon cared- they'd found their sibling at last.

"I never thought I'd see you again, not after that Trainer caught you!" Spyke cried.

"Same." Dustox grinned. "Though of course, I was just a Cascoon, so obviously I couldn't do much to stop him. But he's a good person."

"That's so cool." Spyke would have grinned had she had an actual mouth like anyone else.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Well, you're the only shiny in the entire forest." Spyke shrugged.

"You know a human ter- oh wait, you're a fully evolved pokemon, of course you'd know a few terms." Dustox rolled his eyes and grinned sheepishly. "So I guess you got caught too, huh?"

"Yeah, that place the humans called root . . . one-oh-four or something." Spyke told him. "But I like it- and I beat a Gym leader's pokemon yesterday!"

"A Gym leader?"

Despite being wild pokemon, Gym leaders were very well-known among all colonies of pokemon- specifically because being trained by a Gym leader was one of the highest honours (the other being chosen for an Elite Four team, or even the Champion's in rare cases) a wild pokemon could ever hope to get.

Most didn't get captured for the honour, as a lot of wild pokemon were caught by normal Trainers. However, if the Trainer was a League battler, that meant the captured pokemon would have a chance to defeat a Gym leader- something which was considered awe-inspiring, almost surprassing being on a leader's team altogether.

Hence why Spyke's big brother was so impressed.

"Hey, Trainer, I wanna go and talk with my little sister for a while. Do you mind?" Dustox said, turning back to his Trainer.

Again, the man couldn't understand- but he did get the general idea, as did many Trainers who weren't complete morons or cruel to their pokemon (as Paul had been, but now that he could actually understand pokemon everything changed for him).

"I guess you know that Beautifly." the man said. "You wanna catch up with it, right? Go on ahead- we won't get to the Puddle Islands for a while yet."

"Great!" Dustox grinned.

So Spyke spent the next hour or so catching up with her brother, who gave her his story (which wasn't as exciting as hers had been so far) in exchange for her own since leaving the forest and Route where they lived. Understandably, Dustox was shocked to learn of her experiances- and about how quickly she changed from Silcoon to Beautifly.

"That wasn't normal?" Spyke asked.

"Not really." Dustox shook his head. They were both resting on top of the roof of the little room where the humans steered the ferry, if only to make sure Dustox's dust didn't get into anyone's eyes. "For me, it took something like an entire month, and I'd already been a Cascoon for a couple of months before that."

"Maybe it's because we trained a lot?" Spyke suggested. She'd left out the important bits, like Faith not being from their world at all, and the fact that she had some kind of 'pure Aura' which could have easily been why Spyke had evolved into a Beautifly so quickly (Aura has actually been known to speed up evolution simply because of the energy that Aura Users radiated, even when untapped).

"Maybe." Dustox shrugged. "But whatever- at least now we can both actually speak to each other without having a barrier of silk in between us."

"Tell me about it." Spyke shuddered. "No one could actually understand me- heck, not even Faith could."

"Faith? You mean your Trainer Faith?" Dustox checked. "She's human, of course she can't understand you."

Need to be more careful, Spyke.

"A-anyway. What're you doing all the way out here, anyway?" Spyke quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, now there's a good a story." Dustox grinned. "My Trainer's family lives in the Puddle Islands, so we're going out there to go and visit them. After that, he wants to start collecting Badges- we already have Rustboro and Dewford's- to enter the League. We're gonna try and win the whole thing!"

"Wow, really? That's what Faith's doing too!" Spyke exclaimed.

Though not for the reasons you'd think, she privately thought.

"We're also gonna be entering contests too." Spyke went on.

"I thought Trainers could only do one thing?" Dustox blinked, confused.

"No- there's no law against it, at least that's what Glider says." Spyke shrugged, her wings rippling with the movement. "So Faith wants to try out contests as well as Gyms. Even if I beat a Gym leader's pokemon, I'd love to try out a contest and see how far I can get in one!"

"I've heard that Beautifly do really well in the Performance Stage." Dustox pointed out. "So maybe you should try and figure out how to tell Faith that, sis."

"Thanks!" Failing to mention that all she'd need to do was just tell Faith, and she wouldn't need to find some way around the 'language barrier' that most Trainers had with their pokemon.

" . . . Hang on, what's going on over there?"

Spyke, a little startled at the sudden subject change, glanced down at where one of Dustox's legs was pointing.

And was instantly alert.

In one of the small corners of the ferry, a group of Machoke and Machop were backing a small and chubby-looking pokemon into the corner. There were no humans around at the moment, so obviously the Machoke and Machop thought they could get away with whatever they were doing to the chubby pokemon.

"Come on." Dustox scowled.

He'd always hated those that picked on others, and would stand up to them even after he'd evolved and became basically incapable of doing anything but threaten and spit silk and sort of awkwardly bounce around. After he'd been caught, Spyke had mostly taken that job up, but Dustox's actions had left most a little bit more than scared to even try anything.

So, she'd gone off to find a Trainer, and even though her parents had wanted at least one of their kids to stay in the forest, they'd supported her.

And now it looked like the chubby pokemon needed some support.

The six Fighting pokemon- four Machoke and two Machop- were understandably shocked when a massive Gust and a Psybeam combined pushed them back a few feet away from the little chubby pokemon.

"You know, I never did like it when a group of pokemon ganged up on a single pokemon." Dustox said, glaring at the Fighting types.

"Six-on-one battles can't really be considered battles." Spyke agreed. "I think we can pin this down as bullying."

"So, how's about us two even up the odds?" Dustox asked.

"Hey, we don't want no trouble." one of the Machoke said.

Obviously he, and presumably the others, knew better than to fight two fully-evolved pokemon with attacks that could easily kick their asses overboard.

"Should have thought of that before you ganged up on this pokemon." Dustox scolded him.

Then he fired off another Psybeam, and the Machoke and Machop scattered in different directions as the attack hit the ground between them.

Spyke quickly shot off a String Shot at two of the Machoke, binding them to a steel pole nearby. Dustox fired off his own String Shot at the two Machop, and then together they got the last two Machoke.

Without even exchanging so much as a look, the two Bug types used Gust in unison. The pokemon held in the String Shot were hit with a full-force wind that cut their bodies- and possibly their pride, Spyke hoped- and couldn't do a thing to get away simply because of the Strings keeping them in place.

Dustox dropped back, and Spyke flew into the middle of the gang of Fighting types- and then started spinning mid-air. One by one she fired off three Absorb strings, and then, still spinning, started to suck away their energies. After counting for five seconds, Spyke fired off another Gust- and felt the winds of Dustox's Gust join the attack- and trapped the Machoke and Machop inside of a miniture tornado.

Dustox's Gust gave the tornado the extra power needed to actually keep the mini tornado stablised, and even when the String Shots were broken by the slicing winds, the Machoke and Machop still couldn't move because of the counter-wind given by the extra power coming from Dustox's attack.

And then Spyke stopped both of her attacks, and shot out of the way as the full force of Dustox's Gust hit all of the pokemon at once- blowing them right overboard.

Oh well, they were technically sailors, they should know how to swim.

"That was interesting." Dustox commented as Spyke came back down to him.

"Fun, too." she agreed.

"That was amazing!"

They both turned to the chubby pokemon, who was grinning at them with awe and a bit of shock (the good kind, though).

"Oh- I'm sorry, where are my manners?" the pokemon laughed. "Thanks for helping me out. I'd like to say I could have handled it, but then I'd be lying- and Boss told me that lying is bad."

"Boss? Do you work here, then?" Dustox asked him.

"Nah- I got a Trainer in Mauville city." the pokemon shrugged.

"Mauville city . . .?" Spyke murmured, confused.

"It's this huge city somewhere north of another city called Slateport." Dustox explained. "But if you have a Trainer there, why are you here?"

"Smugglers." was the pokemon's answer. "Apparently Makuhita was high on the list for them."

"Oh, so that's what you are?" Spyke asked. She'd never seen a Makuhita before, but from what Faith said, their final evolution (something called a Hariyama) was a pretty powerful pokemon.

"Yeah, name's Makit." the Makuhita said, holding out a- uh- glove? Yeah, glove.

"I'm Dustox," Dustox smiled, shaking it with one of his top legs. "And this is my sister, Spyke."

"Hi!" Spyke exclaimed, shaking Makit's glove like her brother had done.

Dustox settled down on the floor, and Spyke quickly did the same. Makit, probably tired from, well, whatever those bullies were even doing, sat down too.

"So, you said smugglers took you away from your Trainer?" Dustox asked. "If you don't mind, how did you get away? Are they on this ferry?"

"I wish!" Makit huffed, crossing his arms. "Then I'd make them sorry they ever took me from Boss . . ."

"Guess that's a no." Spyke said.

"Unfortunately." Makit nodded. "Basically, I got away from the boat they were using by busting open the cage I was in- apparently they don't often smuggle Fighting types, so it was pretty easy to break the cage. From there I escaped the boat, and I nearly got caught again before a Tentacruel saved me. She took me away from the smugglers, and then helped me get onto the boat. 'It goes all the way to the City on Sand,' she said, 'so just stay on it until you get there.' So, I stayed on here, and then a couple of days later those guys found me and tried to kick me off for stowing away. And then you two came in."

"Oh, so they were trying to get rid of you." Spyke tilted her head slightly. "Maybe you should have told them what happened? I'm sure they would have understood."

"I did tell them- but none of them would listen." Makit sighed. "So they tried to throw me off by force. I guess they didn't believe me, if their reaction was anything to go by."

"Obviously not." Dustox said. "But they're gone- for now at least- so what are you gonna do now?"

"Not sure. I heard this boat makes a few detours- the Puddle Islands, Dewford town, Cyan Beach- before it gets to Slateport. So the plan was basically to just hide until it gets to Slateport, or at least switch between boats on each port so there's less chance of getting thrown off." Makit explained.

"Keep going around without a Trainer and you'll get thrown off sooner rather than later." Dustox observed. "Why don't you stick to a human and pretend they're your Trainer?"

"Already tried it. Humans on this boat are . . . well, they kind of took offense to a pokemon following them around. Not sure why." Makit said.

"Well, now that you mention it, my own Trainer would probably do the same." Dustox murmured. "Otherwise I'd find some way to help you out."

Spyke blinked. Normal Trainers were like that, sure. They wouldn't exactly like a pokemon following them around, even if it was for a good reason. However . . .

Faith wasn't a normal Trainer, was she?

"Hey, my Trainer wouldn't mind." Spyke pointed out.

Makit turned to her, a little more than surprised.

"What- he wouldn't?" the Makuhita repeated.

"She, and no, she wouldn't mind at all. In fact, she'd probably be happy to help you!" Spyke cried. Well, she asumed Faith would. The young Draco was a bit . . . well, not to say an ass, but she was a bit rude at times.

"Sweet!"

oooo

" . . . Where's the boat now?" Faith asked. "Do you know?"

"Somewhere between the Puddle Islands and Rustboro port, I'm not entirely sure." Makit shrugged, taking the whole 'understands pokemon' thing into his stride.

"Good enough."

She walked over to the window and opened it- with a bit of difficulty- and then jumped out.

"Woah!" Makit cried, rushing over the the window. He jumped up and held on, pulling himself up so he could at least see over the edge-

And was blown back by a sudden gust of wind as a big blur of something blew past.

"She's pissed." the Skitty lying on the bed observed.

"S-she?" Makit repeated. "Did she just send out some kind of Dragon?"

"No, she is the dragon." Spyke told him. "It's . . . complicated."

In the distance, Makit could just about make out a humanoid shape flying- actually flying!- across the ocean in the direction he'd pointed out to Faith.

" . . . Is she some kind of Zoroark?" Makit asked. "Like, she got trapped between two Illusions and can't turn it off?"

"What's a Zoroark?"

"Zoroark's known as the Illusion Fox pokemon." the Wingull, perched on a hat stand in the corner, explained. "As the name suggests, it's able to create illusions. Those're actually really solid- in fact, the illusions a Zoroark makes are pretty almost as real as anythin' else."

"That sounds cool."

"But if your Trainer's a Zoroark, how come you don't know what one is?" Makit asked.

"Should we tell him?" Spyke asked the three other pokemon in the room that were awake (apparently there was a Combusken and a Tailow as well, but they were somewhere else, the Whismur was asleep and the Zigzagoon was apparently insane).

"Skittles?" the Poochyena asked, turning to the Skitty next to him.

Was she the second-in-command, like how Makit was with the Boss's team? It certainly seemed that way to Makit anyway.

"Why the hell are you asking me?"

Though she didn't seem to think so.

"Fine, whatever, go ahead- Faith won't be back for a while, may as well fill the damn time with something." Skittles eventually told the pokemon.

So, they told him. With varying degrees of . . . well, accuracy, since Skittles had apparently had her say and- despite being the first pokemon, the first living being, to have met Faith- didn't want to bother saying anything else for the time being.

" . . . Wow." Makit said, once they'd finished. "That's some story."

"It's not just a story, mate!" Spyke cried. "It's one-hundred-percent true!"

"I know, I was just saying." Makit waved a glove to show he hadn't meant to offend anyone.

Then Faith flew back in- doing some kind of twist mid-air so she could slip back in without having to stop and cling to the side of the ferry for any long amount of time.

"Find them alright?" Skittles asked flatly, looking at Faith with the most bored expression Makit had ever seen on anyone.

"Yep!" Faith exclaimed brightly.

"Who did you find?" Makit asked, not quite understanding.

"The smugglers."

" . . . I may need a better explanation." he admitted.

"Well, if it helps, their boat is currently in pieces across the ocean."

"What." Skittles said.

Makit decided to never, ever, piss off this girl.

"Well, I guess we'll see it on the news later." Glider spoke up. "How about we all 'ang around the dining room, in case it pops up?"

"Sounds like a plan." the Poochyena, who was called Fang for good reason (his fangs were huge), said. He stood up and for the first time Makit noticed the long scar running down his back- it was jagged, as if some kind of amateur make-up artist or something had tried to create a weird movie effect. It was interesting, worth asking about.

And Makit, being Makit, didn't like leaving things unasked.

"How'd you get that scar?" Makit asked as the Dark type jumped down onto the floor, Skittles not too far behind him.

"Oh, this?" Fang twisted so he could see the scar in question, and about half the room panicked.

"No, don't get him started on-"

Fang broke in before Skittles could finish. "An evil Fire-bird attacked me one day. I was just minding my own business, you know? Making a bit of dirt, as we dog pokemon tend to do. And then, after I'd finished, a red Fire-bird just attacked me out of nowhere! I fought back of course, but the Fire-bird was powerful and-"

"Torch used Scratch once and I caught Fang." Faith interrupted.

" . . . Uh." Makit said.

"I'll explain on the way." Glider spoke up, gliding down onto Faith's tail.

"You know you can't do that here, right?" Faith asked, bringing the tail up so she could see him without craning her neck. "It's the head or the shoulders, not the tail. Or wings."

"Didn't you try to attack the last living being to touch your tail? Or try to touch it?" Fang asked.

"Glider's different." Faith told him.

"How, exactly?"

"He just is."

"No, really, tell me."

"I just did."

"Tell me dammit!"

"I just did."

"Tell. Me."

"I just-"

"You say 'I just did' one more time and I will Bite your face off." Fang snapped.

"Welcome to Crazy city, Makit." Skittles said, walking out of the room. "It's not too late to walk out."

"I think I'm in for a very interesting time." Makit murmured.

At least she wasn't shouting at him to 'get lost or I'll call the captain'.

oooo

Spyke flew beside Dustox and Glider, all three flying pokemon keeping pace with the ferry as it Surfed across the ocean. Glider's reaction to Dustox had been one of shock, since apparently shiny pokemon were incredibly rare. But to Spyke and Dustox, it was normal- he'd been that way since hatching.

So instead of asking Glider to explain why shiny pokemon were so revered among humans and occasionally some pokemon colonies, Spyke asked him about the weird giant puddle at the back of the ferry.

"That's called a swimmin' pool." Glider told her. "Humans use to for swimmin' in- you know, like Water types but they can't breathe underwater. They just swim and play."

"Why do humans need a puddle for swimming if they have a whole ocean?" Spyke asked.

"I think it's something to do with the saltwater." Dustox spoke up, sounding thoughtful. "I dunno if I can understand it, but I think my Trainer said that he didn't like the way it tasted- and since humans sometimes accidently open their mouths while swimming, it'd make sense why they'd rather have a purified swimming puddle and not the ocean."

"Oh, now I get it!"

Glider looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't and just shook his head with a smile.

Soon enough, the conversation drifted to the smugglers, and what might happen to them- no one had seen them on the magic box Glider said was a TV, so the three flying pokemon had requested that someone be sent to let them know if it was on at all.

"I still can't believe anyone would actually make a living out of stealing and selling pokemon." Dustox said in disgust. "It's . . . it's not right."

"I'd love to say they can't 'elp bein' bad, but then I'd be lying." Glider murmured. "To be honest, and I dunno why, but they seem like they remind me a bit of those Team Aqua Grunts- mostly 'cus they kidnap others."

"Team Aqua?"

"They were after the boy we told you about- Paul." Spyke told him. "We still don't know why."

Technically it was the truth. Glider, and basically any other coherant members of the team plus Faith, had come up with a few ideas about why Team Aqua would want Paul (possibly mostly, considering how many times Paul had seen them and the amount of times Tiny had fought them off) and also Faith as well.

The most recent was that they knew about the Legend that Tiny had told them about, but if Team Aqua didn't know about it then Glider's idea had been that they were after the two because they had- or would have- special abilities/powers. Arceus knows how they got the information, though.

That was actually the main worry, how Team Aqua managed to find out about anything. Unless they were just being like the Team Rocket that Faith described from the anime (with Paul's occasional comment and story about them, apparently he'd had a few run-ins as well), in which case they were nothing more than petty thieves.

"We ain't really sure who they are." Glider said. "They dress like blue pirates, so per'aps you could keep an eye out for us?"

"Sure!" Dustox nodded. "Assuming that you guys won't be lazy and rely purely on me for updates, of course."

"Like we could try." Spyke would have smirked had she had a mouth.

"Hey!"

The three looked up in unison. Echo was balancing strangely well on the rail of the ferry, looking down at them with his strange-but-working eyes. Glider, Spyke and Dustox flew up to him, and he jumped down onto the floor of the ferry. Maybe he hadn't balanced as well as Spyle had thought.

"Just came to let y'all know." Echo went on. "The news is on. Dunno if the smugglers're gonna be on or not, but Faith thought we should get y'all anyway- just in case, y'see?"

"We do see." Glider nodded. He glanced at Dustox. "Dustox, would you like to come? Your Trainer did give you permission to 'ang 'round us, but . . ."

"He'll be fine. The ferry doesn't dock for a day or two anyway, it's not like I can actually go anywhere." Dustox shrugged his wings. "Besides wander aimlessly around the ocean, obviously."

"Awesome dudes, let's get moving." Echo said.

He hopped onto Spyke's back and the now-four pokemon made their way through the halls (dodging a few random humans and pokemon along the way, much to some small children's amusement) and to the dining hall- mostly following Glider, since he had what was apparently called a 'photographic memory'.

They found Faith sitting at a large table with the rest of the team either sitting on said table or on the chairs if there was one. Bristle was held firmly in Torch's grasp, where even she knew better than to struggle and make a problem out of everything.

Several humans didn't seem to know why Faith had her entire team out, and as the returning pokemon came back in to settle on the table (no chairs left) Dustox gained a lot of admiring looks.

"Shiny pokemon are apparently very revered for humans." Tiny spoke up, sounding and looking somewhat confused. "I must admit I do not understand it, but, well, to each their own I suppose."

"A shiny pokemon's colours are unusual, and their potential is even more so because of this very reason!" Torch cried. "That is why the humans find them so enthra-"

"Torch, shush, it's coming on." Faith whispered.

Indeed it was. Spyke turned around to see the TV (the big box-like thing on the wall above the food counter thingy) show the images from the 'scene of crime' that Faith had apparently left behind.

Even Skittles' jaw dropped.

"These images are coming in live from our reporter on-scene." the woman on the TV said. "Accounts from various people have allowed us to piece together what happened, though the details on what actually caused this destruction still remain a complete mystery. Jose?"

The image switched to a man on a boat, with the wreckage behind him as a backdrop. "Illegal though it was, almost every crew member can tell us this- they were doing a 'routine drop-off' in the distance Puddle Islands. The only sign of warning they had, according to several eye-witnesses, was the sound of some kind of pokemon ramming into the boat at full-throttle. Almost immediately afterwards, the pokemon- which is thought to be some type of Dragon- flew up into the air and created a cyclone that broke the ship in half. After causing chaos among smugglers and captured pokemon alike, the Dragon then proceeded to tear apart the two halves of the ship with, according to the leader of the smugglers, 'terrifying accuracy and speed'.

"After making this devestation, the Dragon then simply left- and, not five minutes later, an anonymous call was placed to the police of Puddle Islands telling them where to find the smugglers and the trapped pokemon. Reports of what this Dragon even looked like aren't exactly . . . coherant, or possibly true, but we do send out our thanks to the Dragon- and to whoever placed the call, too. The smugglers are now currently held in Puddle Islands jail and are awaiting trial to be sent to prison, and the rest of their smuggling ring will hopefully be found over the next few days. The police are calling the owners of the pokemon stolen, and it is our hope that all pokemon are returned home safely." the man said. "Back to you, Myria."

The entire team gaped at the images being replayed on the screen, and then they all turned back to Faith- not quite in unison.

" . . . How?" Fang was the first to find his voice. Apparently this shock was enough to stop him from growling at Torch for three seconds.

"I'm a Draco." was all Faith said. "And I heard stories about animal smuggling in my world, so I thought, since I can actually do something about them here, I may as well."

"But . . . you broke their ship." Skittles stressed. "That thing probably weighed . . . something over a hundred thousand tonnes! Maybe more!"

"I'm not seeing the issue." Faith shrugged. She got up and returned Bristle, who maybe understood the situation and was probably just as shocked as the rest of them, and started to return everyone else.

Possibly before they could ask her how she broke an entire ship. And then tore it apart.

With her bare hands.

OOOOOO

Renny: I just wanted to try and get Makit in there somehow- he's not honestly part of the team, but he was a trade I'd gotten for a Slakoth (if I don't catch the pokemon needed for a trade somewhere, I just catch it anyway, technically it's legal since I don't use the caught one) so he's in there, and he had been used a few times, though not honestly much, so I decided to put him in because he was used.

Paul: . . . Right. Explain the thing with the ship.

Renny: She's a Draco, they're different to humans- only similar in appearance, speech and . . . a few other things that I'm too lazy to mention. Anyway, team updates . . .

Faith: Makuhita- Male, Hardy, Makit

Paul: That crappy explanation actually doesn't help me. At all.

Renny: Deal with it. I made up her species, I can make her as strong as I want too. But this is basically a warning- don't piss off a Draco. The guy she beat up for almost touching her tail got off lightly, if the ship is anything to go by. And I'm sure basically everyone but Faith (who is actually used to it and therefore doesn't think it's unusual) is thinking the exact same thing.

Green: I guess this also shows she can restrain herself? Like, a lot?

Renny: Yeah, if she had restraint issues, the guy in the pokemon centre would have been dead or something, and anyone who pissed her off since then would also be dead and . . . well, whatever comes after that. Anyway, I introduced a new character, technically. Here we go . . .

(Shiny) Dustox- Male, Brave, Dustox

Renny: Yes, Spyke's brother is shiny. Next chapter is back to Faith (I wanted a change, that tiny thing we got with Bristle wasn't enough for me) and Dewford town- also Paul and Brendan appear as well. Probably. Read and review, peeps!