Brock Solid

Curse you writers block!!!

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The path through Viridian Forest had been an interesting one to say the least, for what seemed to be the main route between Viridian city and Pewter city, it was near impossible to make out a clear route, trees of varying shapes and sizes formed a natural maze, the only walkable areas were coated in a think carpet of grass, enough to conceal anything, a man, some strange pokemon that Snake hadn't seen at the mansion, most were just large caterpillars, or a discarded item dropped by a poor trainer who may have been fleeing from a swarm of Beedrill. Only Buterfree knew the route through off by heart as the bug pokemon fluttered its way over the grass, through the trees and finally onto open road. "Good job Buterfree, you can take it easy now." Jake said holding out a pokeball. A small beam of red light shot out, seemingly pulling the pokemon into the ball

"Free!" It said joyfully.

"So mister, my Buterfree's pretty cool don't you think John? Mister?" Jake asked, turning around, Snake however had other ideas as he was already walking down the road. "Hey!!! You owe me an explanation."

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you." Snake said, waving goodbye.

"Hey! You could at least say thanks for helping!"

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"Thank you for coming here Brock, you'll be glad to know that your Onix is fully healed." Nurse Joy said returning the small pokeball to the Gym leader. Brock seemed out of place from the rest of the trainers in the area, for one thing he was 19 years old, making him one of the youngest gym leaders in the area and got his title three years ago becoming what was then the youngest recorded gym leader in Kanto. This tended to make the tall teenager with spiky hair an idol among the new trainers and a big shock when he lost to anyone. His Rock Type's defense were supposedly unbeatable, and he always seemed to be going easy on the young trainers. Using only a Geodude when he ad a Golem which could destroy anything in its path.

"Hey you did all the work here Nurse Joy, I'm just glad Onix did cause any hassle."

"It wasn't any trouble at all, Onix was the perfect patient."

"So…"

"Yes Brock?"

"Since there's no-one here but us, why don't you have the night off? A little bit of rest and relaxation, after all you do work hard here…" The gym leader said in a slightly lower voice, making the Pokemon centre nurse blush slightly.

"Well I…" "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in there, I'm afraid it looks like business as usual Brock."

"As usual…" Brock groaned, letting his head fall forward and hit the counter

"Can I help you sir?" Nurse joy asked nervously.

"No I'm just… looking around." Snake responded, scanning over the walls, seeing if there was any information about the surrounding area. There was a basic map of the region on the right of the main counter but it didn't have details such as the layout of the forest so that wasn't much use

"That's the Hall of Fame section, we try and get photos of everyone who defeats the Elite 4 at Indigo Plateau after beating our resident gym leader."

"Not very many people…"

"Well the Elite four are the strongest trainers in the region, it takes someone special to build a 6 pokemon team capable of taking them down, and first they have to win 8 gym badges all across Kanto."

"You know a lot about this."

"Well its part of my job, you can't have young trainers asking "what do I do next?" every day."

"Hmm?"

"Found you! Now where's my explanation."

"You know him kid?"

"I have a name you know."

"I'm sorry, I must have forgotten, it was Jack right?"

"Nope."

"John?"

"That's his name."

"So you do have a name after all."

"What's it to you?"

"Relax will you? The name's Brock, Pewter city gym leader."

"John."

"Hey!!!"

"Sorry, almost forgot about you there. It's Jake right?"

"Finally, I'd thought you'd never get it right."

"Hey I can't help it if I have trouble with names."

Is that… it looks just like him. It would make sense, if he was a big shot here it would have increased his chances of being dragged in to the whole Smash thing.

"Hey John, you okay there? You kinda spaced out for a moment."

"Huh? I'm fine."

"Hey isn't that Red? The one who beat the elite four a year ago?"

"It is, last guy who beat me, I knew he was something special."

"You say that about everyone who beats you."

"And I haven't been beaten in a year, what does that say?"

"Please, now that my Metapod's evolved into a Buterfree, your rock types are going down like a … rock."

"Do any of you know what happened to him?"

"Last thing I heard he was seen exploring the old mansion on Cinnabar Island down south, but he was declared legally dead last week, shame, he was only 11. Why did you ask?"

"Let's just say I may know something about that place, but I'll have to go to Cinnabar myself."

"The only place that ferries there is Vermilion City, unless you want to swim south from Pallet town or west from Fuchsia."

"Then I'm off to Vermilion City then."

"Is he always like this?"

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The route to Mount moon was once one filled with young trainers looking to train up their skills to either make it through the Zubat filled mountain or to challenge Brock, however most of the trainers had moved on, either to try their luck in Viridian and register or to brave the mountain cave and reach cerulean. One man in a black jumpsuit stood against the rockface. "This is member 0001 of group gamma reporting in. Location aproximatly 3 clicks east of Pewter east gate and awaiting further instructions. Understood, any in particular? Gym leader's pokemon are our priority here I was just issuing a query, there may be something else of value, oh, understood commander James. We'll meet group alpha before commencing the strike. Rocket out."

"What the?" He said, he could have sworn he heard something rustle in the long grass, deciding to investigate all it turned out to be was a male Nidoran, something easily cleared with a boot.

"Talk." Snake said, wrenching the man's left arm behind him and drawing his knife out, pointing it towards the throat.

"Who are you? Isn't that uniform one of our…"

"I'll be asking the questions here. Now, what was that about a strike? You wouldn't happen to be pulling some sort of heist?"

"I'm not authorized to tell y-AAAARGH!" The grunt yelled, his arm being twisted in ways a normal arm was not meant to.

"You just got promoted, so talk!"

"That kid a year ago completely wiped us out, we need some new pokemon, and you can understand that right? You have to have some for of protection out here."

"That kid? Which kid?"

"That brat with the Squirtle from Pallet town with the stupid hat." Red. Snake said mentally, trying to piece it all together. Didn't the kid say he had managed to fight off a criminal organization named team rocket? Well do be fair, he didn't talk much at all. Always saved his voice for battles, issuing commands to his pokemon, probably couldn't speak any other time.

It seemed ridiculous that a ten year old could take down a mob but he did have a few advantages. One: pokemon didn't seem to discriminate on age, the youngest person could have someone like Mewtwo or Lucario under their control. Two, most of them were probably like this one; he was fairly high ranked if he had direct contact with the commander but didn't seem to loyal. At the sight of any major threat they'd probably surrender fairly easily.

"So that's it."

"So can I go now? The boss will kill if I…. ugh?" The Rocket grunt groaned, passing out.

"The hell?"

"Nido!" Squeaked something down by Snake's ankle. A small purple pokemon crouched down by the goon's leg with a small amount of blood on the tip of its horn.

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Let this be a lesson, don't kick rodents with poison barbs. They are poisonous.