Hello everyone! When we last left Ronald, he had just been saved from being captured by a Lucario. But who is he? Well, it does you no good sitting around here reading my intro, does it? Back to the story!
Ronald looked up in shock at the Lucario. "Did- Did you just call me master?"
The Lucario smiled. "What else do you expect me to call you? You were the one who trained me, you know."
Ronald gasped. "Omega? Is that you?"The Lucario nodded. "Omega! I can't believe it's you!" Ronald jumped at Omega and knocked him to the ground. They began to roll around with each other in sheer happiness.
Peach suddenly piped up. "Hello? I know you two must really be happy to see each other, but can I come down now?" Ronald looked at her. He had completely forgotten about her.
"Whoops! Er, sorry Peach! Um, Omega, do you mind?" Ronald was embarrassed about forgetting Peach. Omega shrugged and walked over to Peach and used the spike in its paw to cut the ropes. After a little while, she was finally free.
"So, what's the story between you two?" Peach asked. "How did you come to know each other?"
Ronald smiled at Omega and he smiled back. "You see Peach, before I died, I was a Pokemon Trainer. Omega was actually one of my Pokemon. But," Ronald turned to Omega. "how did you know it was me? I mean, after all, I'm not the same as I was before."
Omega blinked. He started to laugh. "Have you forgotten, my friend?" Ronald cocked his head in confusion, causing Omega to laugh even more. "Don't you remember? I can see your aura. No matter how much you change on the outside, you'll always have the same aura."
"Ah! Of course! I didn't think of that. Thanks for clearing that up for me, Omega!" Ronald started to laugh himself. Peach joined in because she thought that Ronald's laugh was very contagious. The three of them were just standing there, laughing, little knowing what was up ahead.
There were many screens lining the walls of the room. There were no other lights, so the room was only being lit up by the many screens, causing an eerie glow throughout the entire room. The sounds of ruffling papers, as well as the various click-clacking of the keyboards were all that was heard there. Above the various noises and sounds, a man sat there, watching over them all.
Suddenly, the screen lit up in front of him, telling him that a call was coming through. 'It must be the team that was sent to capture Target Zero.' He thought to himself. He pushed a flashing button in front of him and, sure enough, it was the head of the team that he had sent.
"So, I take it you were successful?" He spoke with a cool tone, trying to hide his eagerness.
The leader took a long time to respond. "I'm sorry, Lord Constantine. The retrieval process was a failure. Something attacked us and we were forced to retreat."
Constantine took a long time to respond. "I see. Perhaps it was too much for a couple of grunts to handle." Hiding behind his cool tone was a boiling sense of disappointment and anger.
"We will try again. This time, we'll catch him for sure." The leader tried to be as reassuring as possible.
Constantine grunted. "No. You will not attempt again. Return to base. I will just have to send someone else for the job. Someone...more suited to this kind of work."
"But, sir-"
"That is an order. Do not double guess my judgement again! Do you understand?"
The leader sighed. "Yes, Lord Constantine. We will return at once."
The screen went blank as fast as it had come on. Constantine called two of his lower grunts to him. They marched up and stood at attention. "Fetch me both Commander G and Trainer X, at once!"
They both saluted him. "Yes, sir!"
They walked down the hall. One of them said to the other, "So, who are these guys?"
The other man regarded him queerly. "Are you new around here?"
He nodded. "Just started last week."
"Ah. No wonder you don't know them. Well, as you know, Team Cosmos was created out of the remnants of previous teams. But you already know that, don't you?"
"Yeah. I used to be a member of Team Rocket."
"Well, each one of the higher grunts, or Commanders, used to be big-shots at their old Teams. Commander G, for instance, was one of the most skilled members of Team Galactic, before it fell apart, of course."
The first man nodded. "But, which team does Trainer X come from."
The second man thought to himself. "No one is really sure."
"Huh?" The first grunt was really confused. "But, wasn't he a member of one of those other teams?"
"That's the thing." The second grunt mused to himself. "Nobody really knows where he came from, or even who he really is."
The first man looked puzzled. "They don't know who he is?"
"Well, you see, he has this mask that covers his entire face. All of the Commanders have masks, naturally, to hide their proper identities. But, not even Lord Constantine has seen his face. I've heard strange rumors about him, like how he could be actually one of the leaders of the old groups, like Giovanni of Rocket or Cyrus of Galactic. It's even been rumors that he is actually a she!"
"Wow!" The man stared off in wonder. "One last question. Just how good is this guy? This, Trainer X?"
He gave him a grave look. "He's second in command of the entirety of Team Cosmos, only lower to Lord Constantine himself!"
The two men finally arrived at the Commander's quarters. They activated the intercom system to the inside. "Excuse me, but Lord Constantine wants to see Trainer X and Commander G immediately."
They stood around the intercom for a minute with no response. He activated it again. "Hello?"
Suddenly, the door swung open, startling the two men. Two people walked out, one with a partial mask just covering the upper part of the face, and one with a mask covering the entire head.
The one with the partial mask spoke. "You say Lord Constantine needs us? You only needed to say so." From the tone and the way this person spoke, it was obvious it was a woman.
The second person never spoke. They began to walk away.
"Well, that was rude. They didn't even thank us." The first man spoke.
The other man shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that's the life of a grunt for you. Come on! We've got kitchen duty today."
The first grunt groaned in annoyance as they made their way to the kitchen.
Well, this is starting to not look good. Who were those two people? And why did Constantine need their help that badly? Is Ronald really that important? Well, there's only one way to find out where this goes. Stay tuned!