Yes I know this took forever, sorry. Been kinda distracted by everything. I'm playing HeartGold to get some insight on Team Rocket admins since I honestly know very little about them (from my memory) since I haven't touched my SoulSilver game since 2010. Also, yes, this strays from the anime a bit because Cyrus doesn't ask for contact with J until 'Losing it's Lustrous!' and even then, he asks Jupiter and not Saturn. I just felt Saturn's little kid attitude but serious composure fit better in the situation, personally. Honestly I mostly did it this early for suspense reasons and the fact that I could write so many bad dick jokes and get away with it and I felt like writing dick jokes like a 12-year-old. You're welcome.
"It's you again, isn't it?" I laughed a little, staring at the redhead's face on the monitor. "Was the Red Gyarados not enough for you?"
"Ah, my dear huntress. You know I like your mystique. It's very interesting, to say the least. Sadly, we cannot continue our sales repertoire if I am to keep my position as Champion of Johto." His face fell and he gave me a cold stare.
"What does this mean? How am I supposed to get my money for my…. uh, things," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
"That's not my problem. Find new customers, I presume. Transmission end." His face disappeared, blackening the screen.
"Damn Champions are always causing shit." I growled. "Time to put our plan into motion. If he won't buy from us, he'll be the inventory!"
"Do you want us to take back the Red Gyarados?" all eyes were on me as someone asked the question.
"Do whatever it takes to get it. Give no mercy to any of Lance's other Pokemon. Our target is his Dragonite and his Red Gyarados. Anything else is better off dead to me." I commanded to the men surrounding me.
"Sir!" They all saluted before running back to their positions on the ship.
A few hours later we landed nearby the Indigo Plateau, my men unloading the ship and setting up for combat when another group of people landed close by to us.
"And you must be J, hm?" I turned around to face the person who spoke. He was wearing an orange suit, his brown hair slicked back to look like a mafia boss.
"And just who are you?" I narrowed my eyes at the man.
"My name is Giovanni! Don't forget it. I want you on my team. Join Team Rocket!" he gave me a short smile.
"I don't join people. I work alone." I turned away, returning to my fleet.
"It's not often he recruits people himself. You should be honored Boss is willing to fly himself out here just to recruit you!" a grunt standing beside him smirked.
"Hm. I'll make you a deal. I'll join you, but I'm not wearing that uniform. And I get to keep my men in my own unit of the team." I narrowed my eyes towards him. "Your catch?"
"I want 30% off all profits you make from today on." Giovanni narrowed his eyes.
"No deal. I don't share my profits." I turned away, walking back up towards the Champion's room.
"Fine. Cause some trouble with Lance I see. You won't come out of that room unless you're in a body bag." Giovanni sneered.
"Watch me, Mario." J mocked, throwing open the door to Lance's room. "Go!" My men stormed the room, catching the Champion off guard and tieing him up.
"What are you doing, J?!" Lance demanded.
"Just taking back what is rightfully mine." I aimed my cannon at the Gyarados, freezing it in the golden casing. "Grab his Pokeballs!"
"Sir!" One of my men grabbed the Pokeballs from Lance's belt, releasing the monsters inside. They looked to Lance in confusion.
"Not so fast!" I froze the Dragonite. "Dispose of the others."
"Sir!" Four of my men drew their nightsticks, beating his other Pokemon to a bloody pulp while dodging their feeble attacks.
"Men, move out. And someone take care of that pest Giovanni while we're here!" I commanded, the cased Gyarados and Dragonite following me onto my ship.
"Sir, Officer Jenny has been spotted in the surrounding area!" a goon reported once I got back into the control room.
"Pull out at once!" I sat down.
"But Sir, not all of our men are back yet!" He gave me a surprised look.
"Let Team Rocket take care of them." I narrowed my eyes towards him.
"Sir." He nodded, turning around and pushing a few buttons until the ship took off, flying back across the oceans to Sinnoh.
"Sir, we got another mission. It's Giovanni again. He says he needs your help and it's urgent," another of my men reported.
"Put him on the line." I commanded.
"Sir!" He ran off, pressing a few buttons before Giovanni appeared on the screen inside the ship.
"And just what do you want, Giovanni?" I asked.
"J, we need your help. MewTwo has gotten loose and we need a hunter to capture and bring it back for us," he said, stroking his Persian. "We will pay you good for its safe return."
"And just what is the catch? I know that you are after my profits. Why should I trust you?" I inquired.
"I'll start by killing your men that I have captive." The screen flashed to a group of my men all tied up in a jail cell.
"Go ahead and kill them. I don't care." I hissed.
Giovanni looked at me in mild surprize. "You don't care if your men are dying or suffering?"
"They're useless for getting caught in the first place. I have more men, as you can tell. They constantly recruit more. This is getting tiresome, Giovanni. No deal. I don't trust you." I ended the transmission.
"But, Sir, what about the MewTwo he mentioned?" The guy next to me asked.
"Send a group of four to go scope it out before I head down there. If there is a MewTwo, I'll take it and sell it for higher than whatever Giovanni would dream of paying us!" I smirked.
"Sir!" The man with black hair nodded, running to the front of the control room and telling the other men over the headset.
I made a fist with my left hand. "MewTwo… It's known as the strongest experiment Team Rocket has committed," Am I really strong enough to take it for my catalogue?
The same dark-haired man from earlier approached me. "Tea, Sir!" He handed me a cup and poured a glass for me.
"Thank you." I nodded towards him, dismissing him. I sipped the tea slowly.
"Sir, the recon team has found evidence of MewTwo in the area! Shall we engage?" A man at the control panel asked.
"Get the men ready to engage, but do not engage yet. We have some preparations to make to take on an enemy this powerful. None of your Pokemon will so much as stand a fighting chance." I commanded, taking another sip of tea.
"Sir!" He nodded, turning back around to the control panel.
"I'll be in my room preparing if you need me." I stood up, handed my cup to the man with dark hair, and walked out of the room. I closed the door, laying back on my bed in the cold, grey room. I placed my hands around my neck, gripping lightly at first. I took a deep breath then grasped my hands as tight as I could, choking myself. What the hell am I doing? A clear thought made its way through my mind. I stopped, holding my hands out in front of me. I want to cease breathing, that's what I'm doing. I grabbed a knife from the table beside me, separating my clothing around my stomach. I dragged the blade along my skin, laughing at the pain. Blood. Let it rain red.
A knock on the door broke me from my scrambled thoughts. "Commander? Are you alright?" a voice asked.
I hurried to button my jacket again then opened the door. "Just peachy," I hissed.
"What happened? Your neck is purple and bruised!" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Leave me alone, you twat!" I screamed in his face.
"S-sorry, Sir," he stumbled on his words.
"Now, let's catch some MewTwo." I smirked.
"Shall I give the signal to engage?" He asked.
"Engage." I nodded, making my way to the hangar.
"3…. 2….. 1….. Take off!" the robotic voice echoed in the room, launching the trucks from the ship.
"Go, Salamence!" I threw a Pokeball.
"Meeeence!" It roared.
"Sir, you're going out there already?" the same guy asked.
"They're better off dead out there with a fuckin' MewTwo, asscrack. Besides, I make the captures around here? They better not damage my merch!" I growled, jumping on Salamence as we took off.
A roar cut through the blasts of energy from the Golbats my team was using.
"It's attacking… Brace yourselves!" A man shouted.
"Now's my chance!" Salamence flew behind the MewTwo, which was focusing its attack towards my men. It launched a powerful aura sphere at them, knocking out all the Golbats.
"Now, you're mine!" I smirked, cocking my arm cannon and aiming it at MewTwo. A thin gold beam rose from it, sealing the MewTwo in its golden trap.
"She made that seem like a piece of cake!" a guy said in shock.
"No way it coulda been that easy! It's a psychic type, watch out. They can get out of anything," another guy added on.
"Well? Don't stand around like a bunch of useless faggots! Glass the damn thing! And no hurting my merchandise!" I commanded.
"Uh, y-yes, Sir!" They clamoured to get to work.
"Do you think J knows about the-" one man started whispering to his comrade.
"Do you want to know what I think? I think you might just be next on my hit list if you don't get your useless ass to work! Now MOVE!" I screamed at him before jumping back onto Salamence, riding back onto the hangar of the ship.
"Sir, everything go smoothly?" my second-in-command asked.
"Just as planned. Salamence return!" I aimed the Pokeball at Salamence, the red beam returning it to its ball.
"Sir, we have potential buyers already!" another goon ran up to me.
"Let me talk to them." I made my way back to the head of the ship.
"Commander J! So nice to talk to you again. Cyrus has been busy hearing all about your antics." the blue-haired kid's smirk lit up the screen.
"Saturn. Good to hear from you again. How's the team?" I raised one eyebrow.
"Good, except Cyrus wants you to help us with a mission." he gave a nod.
"No deal. I won't help that bastard no matter how much he pays me," I narrowed my eyes towards him.
"Izzat J?! J! Hi! I haven't seen you in so long! How's Aya is she good?! I miss you so much, J!" a girl with red bobbed hair was jumping around Saturn gleefully.
"Mars. Aya is dead. So is everyone else. Everyone is dead. Now can we get back to business?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"I'm so sorry, J, I didn't realize-" She stared at me through the camera, face gone white with horror.
"Mars, can you please give us a moment?" Saturn shooed her off. "Sorry about that, Huntress. Now, where were we?"
"I'm not helping that bastard. He hurt me. Besides, I have many other missions I must attend to!" I said with finality.
"Uh, Sir, we have a bit of a situation-" my second-in-command tapped my shoulder.
"And just what in the name of Arceus' almighty dick do you what?" I glared at him.
"MewTwo, ah-it's gone. It kinda used future sight on itself and-" he said nervously.
"YOU LET MEWTWO ESCAPE?!" I screamed.
"And half our ship is damaged, Sir." he finished his report.
"Who's in charge of left hangar?" I asked in an eerily calm voice.
"L-Lieutenant Sean, Sir!"
I grabbed the pistol from the drawer beside my chair and cocked it. "Let me see the bastard. Saturn, we got a sitch. Hold on for me, will you?" I gave him a sweet smile.
"Uh, sure…" he said, eyes wide in fear.
"Saturn, what's going on over there?!" Cyrus' voice made its way through the microphone.
"They have a situ-" Saturn was cut off by a gunshot. He just stared in the direction of Cyrus, eyes wide. "Situation is cleared, I presume."
"Aight, I'm back, now let's start this again." I set the bloody pistol down and grabbed a towel, wiping blood from my face.
"D-did you get MewTwo back?" Saturn hesitantly asked.
"No, but the bastard that let him off is dead. I still win. Giovanni can have MewTwo if he wishes. Not worth my time anymore. That client I had made a deal with for it already canceled on me anyway. You may continue with your pitch." I waved him on.
"Uh, oh! Right. That. Uh-Don't think about helping Cyrus at all. Think about helping me, and Mars and Jupiter! I mean, we're all still friends, right?" he gave me another nervous smile.
My second-in-command gave me some froyo. I took a bite quickly. "Yeah."
"Then think about helping us! Cyrus may be a-what was the word you used? Bastard?" Saturn leaned away from the side I presumed Cyrus was sitting on.
"Don't call me that you little cretin!" Cyrus' voice rose angrily from off-cam as he hit Saturn with a newspaper.
"He's the biggest dick I've ever met. And ironically he's the smallest I've ever seen. Probably cause he shoved ninety percent of it into his personality." I flipped the spoon in my hand before taking another bite.
Cyrus' face appeared on the camera. "I can hear you, you whiney bitch. Don't go around telling my underlings about how big my dick is."
"I can tell whoever the fuck I want to, Tiny Dick. Or may I remind you that it was you that destroyed my entire life?! Anyway, you should be sucking my dick right now, trying to get me to hunt Pokemon for you. Unless you wish to do it yourself, fatass?" I threw my spoon at the camera. My second-in-command pulled another out of his pocket and handed it to me nonchalantly.
"You're the one shoving froyo in your face yet you call me a fatass?" Cyrus gave me an unamused look.
"Uh, excuse you, it's healthy and the only thing I've eaten in two days. Besides, it tastes great. Unlike all the pounds of bacon we went through in a week over at Galactic." I rolled my eyes.
"That's mostly Mars. Still is mostly Mars. Her metabolism is out of this world." he rolled his eyes back.
"That pun makes me want to kill you." I snapped the metal spoon in half.
"Hey, Boss, why do you have a-" Cyrus just pushed him out of the chair as hard as he could, set the upside-down chair on top of Saturn and disappeared off the camera.
"Fuckin disgusting pig," I growled under my breath.
"Rude!" Saturn yelled from the floor.
"Can we get on with our lives now?" I shouted.
"Will you help me or not, J?" Saturn sat up facing the camera. He stared at Cyrus then whipped back around to the camera after a click sound of a door closing. "J you gotta help us please. Cyrus is mad. We're helping him because we're afraid. I've been able to keep me and Jupiter safe so far, but Cyrus has a peculiar eye out for Mars. The things he did to you could be called child's play compared to what he's been doing to us since. Poor Mars... " he sighed then looked into the camera at me. "Help us, please J? Get those Pokemon so Cyrus can achieve his goals and we can finally get out of Team Galactic."
"Fine. Only for Mars and Jupiter." I stared back, my expression unchanged.
"Thank you, oh thank you, J!" his eyes widened in relief.
"Transmission end." The screen cut to black.
"When are we taking on this mission?" my second-in-command asked.
"Soon. We have a few others to take care of, but this one should be soon. First we have a Gardevoir to catch, then some Pichus, then some Shieldon, then a Butterfree, then a Teddiursa, then a Riolu that knows Aura Sphere, then six top-percentage Rattatas? Why? Then a Ursaring, then Regigigas, then a rare Honchkrow, then we can complete this mission. Sound good? We got our hands full for a while here. We'll be fine." I finished the froyo, sitting back in my chair.
"I'll get started on the prep for the Gardevoir, Sir!" he nodded towards me then ran off.
I stared straight ahead, construction tools echoing throughout the ship. Life as a Hunter… Did I really want this life? Or did Cyrus mandate it by stealing everything from me? I could've been at Team Galactic, I could've been hiring an illicit Hunter to do my bidding like Saturn just was with me. But at the same time… Was I destined to live this way? Ha, I wouldn't trade this for anything Cyrus has to offer in the world! Fuck you, Cyrus. You led me to the best possible spot I could be in in my life! This is great!