Author's Note - Trust me, hate discussing politics in general.

Now onto the Rocket Leader. I've also always figured Giovanni to be the type who knows what buttons he can and can't push regarding the pokemon world, why do you think Team Rocket is the only organization that hasn't captured a single legendary? They created one of course, but to capture one is like shooting nature in the foot. Team Rocket prefers profit, like the Mob of the pokemon world, they seemingly don't want domination or destruction, simply profit. I'd go as far as to say they're psuedo-good guys, possibly keeping other organizations in check.

"Freedom lies in being bold"

Robert Frost

Dateline: Sometime after the Vertibird crash
Location: The Count Deku Tre-erm Ramos' Gym, Coumarine City Outskirts

Ulysses and Arcade Gannon; One was a veteran legionnaire with a massive philosophists complex. Another was a doctor who preferred the sword to the syringe, both men had fought and killed numerous opponents...but they had just slain their most challenging opponent yet.

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*DING*

Ramos' voice can be heard in what appears to be the kitchen from several chapters ago.

"it's finished! And it only took you an hour and a half. quite an accomplishment considering you two said you never cooked before."

Ulysses, wearing that hilariously green apron, stared at the oven, preparing to take out the freshly baked pie with...his bare hands? Ramos and Arcade looked equally worried, shocked and stunned.

"Sonny..don't you think you should wear a glove or something? Your hand could seriously get hurt."

Ulysses looked blankly at his hands.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body."

Arcade spoke up next.

"What do they give you when you join the Legion? I think the Followers need some of whatever it is."

Sawk and Throh, ever-relaxing, spat out the tea both of them were drinking when they saw Ulysses holding a freshly-baked pie with his bare hands, Boris sat in the air eating some sort of cookie with barely a care in the world.

Arcades team was different. Lilligant finally found a camera and, oddly enough, knew how to use it, much to Arcade's chagrin. Pokevision was going to get a laugh out of this one she figured. Audino was giggling to no end whilst Flabebe looked remorseful for her human companion, so much so that she figured a tiny adorable hug would cheer him up.

Indeed it did, Gannon slightly perked up at the tiny flying flower holder and smiled calmly.

"Thanks for that, personally this was more stressful than relieving...At least I got to see a legionnaire wearing an apron. That's one more off my bucket list."

Ramos was too into finishing the last touches of the pie to hear any of Gannon's conversation, so much so that he instantly yelled at the top of his lungs, scaring everyone and causing Ulysses to put one foot back.

"Now we just need to add the toppings! Let me think..ah, some pecha berries go great with Lums."

Amidst all the commotion in the kitchen we turn to the perspective of the pokemon, with the Lilligant being first to talk to one of Ulysses pokemon, her accent being somewhat similar to that of a valley girl. She decided upon talking to the Gengar, Boris.

"So, buddy, how long have you been traveling with lots 0'locks over there?" Referring to Ulysses' famous dreads.

Boris responded, his tone of voice was deep and similar to his name, akin to that of slavic origin. (Good god I've just noticed the link I set up...)

"I've been with the guide since yesterday, he offered me kindness and adventure in my rather drab life in return for being his companion, those two have a similar story, you're free to ask though."

"Thanks...Hey Audino, Flabebe, how you feeling about this entire scenario?"

Audino, with a lush accent close to that of the french, responded briskly.

"It is...rather intersting...I was expecting to go dig for roots and berries, not fight truands (Mobsters) in the middle of deserts."

"Well Gannon did that one for us...I personally wanted to beat them to pulps!"

"You are quite the violent one, no?"

"Are you kidding? I could've been the best at one time! I could fight a Machamp with my eyes closed for Arceus' sake! I was my trainers best pokemon!" Lillagant waving her leaf..arm? Dismissively.

Flabebe, armed with an adorably tiny sounding voice, spoke up next.

"So what happened to your trainer?"

"Alright, so get this. I came from Unova, so did my trainer, these jukes from something called Team Plasma or something force him to let me free. I'm just sitting here confused...then annoyed..then angry...I ran into a group of Team Plasma grunts, so I did what I felt was only necessary."

Audino was next, with Ulysses' pokemon listening in.

"I'm almost afraid to ask ma chère..."

"Well...most pokemon believe we Lilligant don't have teeth...I happily proved them wrong. Got a tally of six grunts and countless pokemon before Sycamore, guy was on vacation believe it or not, found me trying to gnaw on one of the still-living victims like a chew toy.."

everyone shuddered. Boris spoke up.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side...I'm dead...but not that dead."

Sawk and Throh surprisingly came up next, While both men spoke in a voice equal to that of a buddhist monk. Sawk was clearly the one who spoke for both of them.

"You were consumed by rage, controlled by anger, no need to feel that anymore...yes?"

Lilligant simply nodded, then looked towards the Gengar, curious about something.

"I'm wondering...Boris, why are you the only one with a name?"

"Ah, that is a good question..It was given to me by a human long ago..He was an odd one, but his kindness was second to none, it's a shame he passed on...the fight he gave was extraordinally so."

"So why didn't you help?"

"Understand I was a young Gengar then. I had been killed at a young age in a past life only several years before...I hardly even knew how to fight in that time...I only did what came naturally from me...run. I regret the action to this day."

"Easy bud, no need to get emotional or anything, just wanted to ask a simple question."

Audino noticed that both parties trainers, she supposed they were trainers at least, were finished with the pie. Ulysses looked exhausted and annoyed whilst Gannon was enamored by the smell of the pie, all six pokemon, not including Ramos' group that had had materialized around the same time, wanted to see if they could get a small piece of the heaven-sent dessert. Ramos of course intervened.

"Now calm down everyone, each and every one of us is going to get a piece of the pie."

Every pokemon gave its own cheer while the two wastelanders looked on, confused. Gannon and Ulysses never had pie before...they'd heard legends of old recipes for cookies, but it's believed that the last ones were baked mainly in Vault City...mainly for the citizens unfortunately.

Ramos had gone to set up a table, Ulysses checked the sky...it appeared that they had been here for several hours, judging from the suns angling. Gannon was busy helping Ramos set said table up for a quick meal. Sawk and Throh figured some meditation would do until everything was ready, meanwhile there was Boris, confused as his trainer was staring towards the great forests that seemed to blanket Kalos.

"Gen?"

"Huh? Ah, Boris, is something troubling you my lavender friend?"

"Gen-Gen Gar?"

Boris was asking if Ulysses was planning to ever truly capture them.

"I'm...sorry? I don't understand."

Boris noticed a pokeball on an island counter in the kitchen, he picked it up and started moving towards Ramos in the other room, with Ulysses in tow.

Ramos and Gannon were busy setting up a long table in what was clearly a dining room, Ramos had listened in on what Gannon and Ulysses spoke of, at first he was worried, these men clearly had come from a rather destructive land. It warmed the old man's heart, however, when Ulysses spoke of saving Kalos from whatever unholy terror he was speaking of, Ramos was a believer of mythology, such was his love of nature that he figured there was only one pokemon that he knew of with such destructive power that Ulysses had described.

"The one your friend was speaking of earlier, it is known as Zygarde."

This stopped Gannon dead-cold in his movements.

"Pardon me?"

"I heard you and your friend Ulysses talking earlier...I thought you were criminals at first, but then I remembered that legendaries have been attacked rather frequently lately...much more so than the days of old."

"So do you know what Ulysses was describing?"

"Indeed I do young man, it is a creature known as Zygarde...but there isn't just one, no there are hundreds upon millions of them, why they could be around us as I speak."

"That's...just creepy."

"Luckily they aren't a threat alone...their real power comes from bonding together, Zygarde combinations are extremely dangerous forces of nature with the power to manipulate the planets flora. It's said that they are responsible for seeding the planet in greenery, only the areas they deem unworthy are left as blistering deserts or frigid icelands."

"So they're nature in animal form? Interesting...what do they look like?"

"For single ones? They look somewhat like a green plant cell, otherwise I haven't a clue...I just know that a combination hasn't been seen in decades, perhaps even centuries...If such a being should ever be seen, something terrible has clearly happened."

"Uh huh...and you know this how?" Gannon was moving his hand in a 'go on' motion.

"It's rather simple...You learn this kind of stuff when you live inside a tree for over half of your life, oh, lookie who it is, Ulysses was it?"

Behind Gannon stood Ulysses, calmly looking at the now-settled table, with Ramos heading off to get the pie and utensils, Gannon nodded to Ulysses, conveying that Ramos had indeed overheard them. The elderly gym leader returned with the pie cut into equal segments for everyone, a feat Gannon claimed was impossible.

"It's not impossible now m'boy, thanks to a handy-dandy piece equalizer from a bright young inventor, everybody dig in!."

Elsewhere, we see Six and company, minus the main Remnants cadre and Clemont, moving west towards Shallour City, coming across the road north, Six was attacked...or rather he was fumbled slightly, by a young girl wearing rollerblades, someone Ash and the team knew well.

"Hey Korrina! How are ya?"

The girl now revealed as Korrina smiled up at the raven-haired boy.

"Not too bad, things were weird yesterday though. Who's the tank in front of me? Who's the tank behind you? Where's the battlefield at? I wanna join."

Six and Johnson shared a confused shrug, this girl was an oddity, that much the courier knew for sure. Johnson happily spoke for the two.

"Name's Old Man Johnson, this is my teammate Six."

"Six? No name or anything? You remind me of one of those robotic pokemon...what were they? Oh! Porygon, like Porygon one or Porygon two."

Serena intervened before the girl went too far off topic.

"Calm down Korrina, so why was yesterday weird?"

"Oh, sorry. So get this, Team Rocket comes out of nowhere as usual...only this time they got some sort of staff-wielding super dude following along...except he wasn't."

"Staff-wielding?"

Six thought the two words sounded familiar.

"Super dude?...Huh, you must mean Ulysses, wore a trenchcoat? Sounded like someone who would do great on radio?"

Korrina simply nodded then spoke excitedly.

"Yeah, he thought a battle with Team Rocket was something like a fist fight, but his pokemon wanted to fight instead of him, guy still wiped the floor with the Rockets!"

Bonnie, in all her adorable wisdom, chimed in.

"I would guess that he's in Coumarine City by now."

"Well...Johnson, feel like hoofing it over to Coumarine?"

Six didn't have enough time to recieve an answer, his walkie that was given to him by Judah was spitting out static mixed with words, thankfully the movement of several dials fixed that, with Kregers voice bouncing from the other end.

"Good news courier, we've got the girl up and flying again, we'd come getcha...but we aren't sure where you are."

"Hang on Kreger, think the bird can carry all of us?"

"Well...if we move several containers and position them as seating then maybe...just maybe."

"Gotcha, kiddo with the yellow mouse said there was a town west of us, land and meet us there, feeling sort of hungry and I'm sure everyone else is too."

"Hearing ya Courier, we'll meet you in town I suppose...you sure no one'll question about why we have an army's arsenal? I know they're naive up here, but they can't be that dense."

Six hadn't thought about that...Maybe they could passs themselves off as a merc group, even better a security firm...That'll do the ticket!

"We'll pass ourselves off as a private security sector, heard those are popping up like flies out in the Eastern Commonwealth."

"Well should we get a name? I'm pretty sure that 'The Enclave' wouldn't exactly drive the point home."

"Hm...I got it, Tango Company."

"Tango Comp...You've gotta be kidding me, whatever Courier, better hope your farce works. Verti is out."

With a click on the other end signifying that Kreger turned his walkie off, Six and Company eventually reached Shallour City, again Six was mesmerized just as much as Ulysses was during his visit.

"So that's what a city's supposed to look like? Damn man..."

Alexa and Viola took to glaring daggers at the courier, informing him that language such as his was unsuitable for present company.

Meanwhile; William, Roxie and the Dragonite were a short distance away, with the Dragonite eating some random berries. Roxie was skeptical of the creatures choice in foodstuffs.

"You sure those are edible? I don't exactly trust...bright blue colors to be anything good if its food."

The dragonite spoke in a mid-ranged tone reminiscent of that to an Austrailian.

"Not quite sure watcha worried about, I've eaten my fair share of poisonous berries. Us Dragonites are known for our fairly high appetites, why one of us in my group almost swallowed an Ekans one time, bloody thing looked right like a piece of spaghetti to the poor sod..Probably because he was colorblind."

William, curious about the story, looked on.

"So what happened to the Ekans?"

"Thing was in his mouth, fairly small one, around six inches, it bit his tongue, next thing he knew his tongue was being bitten by an angry little snake pokemon. None of us ever laughed so hard before...Right forgot to introduce myself, name's Hammock."

Roxie took a double-take.

"Hammock? As in the things they hang between tree's?"

"Very same miss. I'm retired basically...was a battler for a while, I was the tank on my trainers team."

While Roxie stood confused, William felt saddened at the point of hearing about Hammocks trainer.

"What happened to your trainer?"

"Aye, the sheila let me go, she lost the Hoenn League, so she figured it was customary to release all her pokemon as a thank you, we all went our separate ways...haven't heard from any of them in years."

"How long has it been?"

"I'd say around ten years m'boy, so what are your names? I'm not one to call pokemon by their species, don't want to call you Quilladin or Venemoth."

Roxie was annoyed, she heard this term thrown around too many times.

"I'm a Cazador...not a Venemoth. My name's Roxie, this adorable armored shell behind me is William."

"Hiya!"

"G'day to y'all then, tell me, what's your trainer like? Seems a tad old to be going on a journey don'tcha think?"

"I've been with the guy a while before we ended up here, I helped take back control of Big Mountain, specifically the melding labs."

"And I was his first pokemon! I actually sort of bumped into him when I was a little Chespin, his friends back home are sort of weird honestly."

Roxie muffled a laugh.

"Heh, no doubt about that, Klein always annoyed me when that loud voice of his. Dala always mentioned something like him leaving his caps lock on..whatever that is. But Six is a decent person, no need to worry."

"Gotcha, want to try a berry? Guaranteed delicious or your money back."

"But they're free...I'm from a land of bottlecap currency and even I know they're free, hell just give me one."

"Me too, is that an Oran Berry?!"

Whilst the Dragonite was serving the two other creatures what were seemingly Oran Berries, we turn to the sky, a lone Vertibird strafed through the air like an eagle in mid-flight. None were observing the bird save for two pairs of goggles cloaked in the shadows. A masculine tone piped in, expressing its concern.

"Do you think that thing in the sky has something to do with this 'courier'? How do we know they aren't dangerous?" To which a feminine voice happily chided in.

"It's simple, they're traveling with the twerps, I doubt they'd actually attack us. More than likely the pikachu's twerp would prevent them from causing us any actual damage."

"Well...I guess so..I don't like this though, somethings off."

"We'll save your concerns for AFTER we capture the pikachu, we'll also interrogate that courier, he knows some way inside that complex."

"You're still on about that? Why couldn't Meowth just fly us in?"

"I...didn't think about that actually. Very well, we kidnap pikachu then fly due south via the balloon. Commence Operation Red, White and Pikachu!"

The shadow held some sort of victory pose...clearly to be shown to nobody at all, because anime in general is just that in your face.

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"That was the worst pun I've ever heard you make Jessie..."

"Shut up James! Let's see if Meowth has the machine ready."

- Yep, villians are going to get to meet psuedo-villians...bad guys gone good? What are the Enclave at this point? I don't know at this point. All I know is that people are surely wondering when the action happens. Check in next chapter, we might also get to see everybody's favorite flying brains.

Yes I know someone who went by Hammock. I had a co-worker who moved here from Canberra several years ago, the guy's known for sleeping during his hour lunch break before the company tanked, the guy found work as a diesel mechanic for a NAPA auto shop. I also got a job from a local lumber company for a driver, kinda sucks as my truck hates driving in low-gear.