Pokémon: Agent of Entei
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Since running through the temple was confusing and took forever we jumped out a window on the second floor and ran for the Kyogre. Harold had already arrived and was conversing leisurely with the ocean goddess. The boat rested on the bottom of the sandy beach where Harold was talking to Kyogre with. They must've been in an animated telepathic conversation, because Harold didn't seem to realize we had arrived. Kyogre looked over to us as we got on the boat for a second before going back to talking to Harold. We just sat back and scratched our heads, unsure as to what to do.
After a moment Harold turned back to as if he had known we were here all along and told us the next step. Kyogre would take us to the surface once the typhoon settled down and then we would sneak through Slateport early in the morning and head north to Mauville. This would not only throw the cops off our trail, but it would enable us to get to the next gym and everything else important Mauville was the center of.
The typhoon slowed down and Nathan suggested we all go below decks and shut the iron trapdoor and bolt ourselves in for the ride. The air bubble inside the ship would ensure we got to the surface, whether we came up top, or bottom first didn't matter. We all slipped into the under deck and locked and sealed the airtight trap door and secondary watertight door. From that moment on we were blind to the outside, gathering light from the electrical generator onboard our ship.
For several minutes we sat in the light and held our collective breaths. Then he shaking started. It was gradual, but it was quick. In no time at all it felt like an earthquake and we had all been sucked to the floor of the boat. The hull groaned loudly. We stayed like that for a few seconds, glued to the floor, but then we had a moment of flight. Things flew everywhere. Harold started levitating, only to stop when he hit the ceiling with his head. We crashed back down into the water with great force, and a loud crack shot out of the outside hull. We stayed like this for a minute or so, each of us partially submerged in things that had not been secured.
It was Harold who broke the silence. "Kyogre says we're safe. We're upright still, in case one of you was wondering. She's submerged now and off to continue her duties. And I, for one, am not going to just lay here for another minute!" Harold told us. I watched as a small footlocker launched itself from a pile and hit the wall with so much force it opened and spilled clothes everywhere. It must've been my trunk from my room. My and Harold's door had been ripped out of the wall with all the things that had come out of our room.
"I am so sick of the ocean. Nathan! Get up and let's get to shore somewhere!" Harold yelled at our steel agent. "Fine. Just give me a minute. I'm rather tired at this very moment. I need a nap," Nathan grumbled before yawning loudly. Harold opened the hatch and stormed up stairs. "What's his deal?" I asked the ceiling fan. "Perhaps he's scared and he's angry that he is, or he's just not showing it?" Nathan hypothesized. Jesse pulled herself out of a pile of light furniture and cracked her back. "Well, we can't just sit here because something didn't go our way for once. Get out here and one of you go pilot the helm. The other with stay here with me and clean." Jesse told us as she grabbed things and started throwing them back into her room.
I pulled myself out of the pile and went up to the deck. When I arrived a slight lurch of the ship threw me forward and I had to grab the wall rail by below deck door to steady myself. I looked up to see what could be happening and saw Harold at the prow of the ship. He was meditating and floating at the same time again, but this time wisps of energy flowed off him. I walked over to the edge and was surprised to see we were moving. I ran into the pilot house to turn the ship off… but nothing was running. I glanced up at Harold again. He was moving the ship.
Impressive as this was, I got the feeling it probably wasn't healthy. "Harold! Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" I called to him as I ran the length of the ship to him. He glanced in my direction. "It's fine Jack. In water, there is so little resistance. I don't have to exert much energy for rewards. We're not going very fast, but it's progress that nobodies bothering to make right now." "Whatever, I only just came up here to start the ship going back to Slateport." I told him. He nodded and went back to what he was doing. "Hey! Did you hear me? You can stop moving the ship by yourself now. You said it was easy, but I still think you're going to hurt yourself." I told him when he ignored me.
"Jack. I'm training. Think of this like as if I was lifting weights. If you don't use it, you lose it. Any champion with powers that have usage and aren't just passive like your healing and energy, must be used to keep it honed. I tried telling Jesse about this, but she said her water walking was pretty useless anyways, and that the underwater breathing was passive. Your resistance to fire is also passive, so you don't have to worry about it. Nathan's iron skin is passive. If you could throw fireballs or something, you would need to use it to have any skill with it." Harold explained to me as he pushed the ship.
"Yeah, but if I could throw fireballs, what need would I have for Pokémon?" I asked. Harold raised his eyebrow at me and I shrugged. I headed back to the pilot house and started the ship. I gave Harold's lesson some thought. Manson always seemed to be using his powers, whatever they were. Perhaps you could over-train yourself and then you couldn't stop using your powers? Maybe there was a way to train without having to use your powers? I quickly submerged myself to thought. We made good headway, and a couple hours later Jesse and Nathan came out of the hold and started tidying up what was left on our deck, dragging seaweed off the ship, throwing sand and rocks off the rails, swabbing the metal floor until it was and free again. That sort of stuff. I barely noticed.
I did notice when Nathan entered the Pilot house though. "Jack. You look horrible. When was the last time you slept?" He asked me. "Hmm? Slept? Well…. I slept at the Pokémon center. That was at the beginning of the day today." I told him. He glanced up at the cloudy sky. "I think the storm is messing with you then. Fire has ton's of weaknesses. If you embody it, you're in for a tough trip. Go take a nap somewhere warm or something Jack, I'll pilot." He told me. I nodded and headed below decks. My Pokémon all escaped from their Pokeballs and scattered again once I lay down for a quick nap in the boiler room, after I dragged my mattress into there. The pack settled down on my bed and around me. Frash took watch at the door. I slipped off into dreamland.
And I was woken by yelling and swearing, flurried movement, and lots of bright flashes. I shot upright, awake immediately. I took stock of the situation. Nathan stood in my door, dancing a jig while trying to put the fire on his shirt out. Frash stood looking smug of on my right. The pack bristled and barked at the intruders. Jesse and Harold stood behind Nathan laughing and trying to pat out Frash's fire. I calmed down quickly and they put out the fire. "That lizard has it in for me!" Nathan told us angrily and loudly. The pack growled some more. "No growl." I told them all and grabbed Rippers muzzle and glared in his eyes. The all backed down and watched warily. Frash made a scratchy sound in his throat I recognized as dragon laughing.
"Well, fire I strong against steel right? Sounds like Steel has ton's of weaknesses." I told Nathan smugly. "We came down here to wake you up. You've slept for almost a full day and a half. It's two in the morning and we're ready to go through Slateport to Mauville." Harold told me. "How long have I slept?" I asked incredulously. "A full day and a half. We talked to you two days ago. You went to sleep and slept all of that day away, so half of a day there, and then you've been in here sleeping for another full day." Jesse explained to me. "What? But, how? And why?" I asked, still not understanding how I'd lost so much time. "Because you are recovering from wounds that would have killed a full grown man, are sick, and have recently visited the bottom of the ocean as an element of fire. That and you must've really liked the heat down here. Way to hot for us, but it's probably toasty to you." Nathan explained as he examined his newly burned shirt.
I got up and stretched, listening to my back creak. My pack all turned towards me for instruction. "Okay." I told them all, not sure what it would mean. They all shuffled where they lay and looked back towards me for conformation. "Okay!" I told them, a little louder this time. They all got up and ran past me for the door. They shot up the stairs. Frash followed at a leisurely pace. I dragged my bed onto the slot in the wall in Harold and my room, took a shower at a hundred and ten degree's, and changed into hiking clothes.
When I got up onto the deck I saw they were waiting for me to get off so they could pack the boat. "It will be a long time before we have to unpack the Britannia again." Nathan told me as I hopped off. We all looked at him. "The what?" "The Britannia. It's what I've decided to call my ship." "Your ship?" Jesse asked him. "Yes. My ship. The Britannia." He told us casually. "Hey, didn't I give you at least half the money we needed to buy this?" I asked him. "I've already repaid you in full from the money we stole from Devon." He told me. "When was this?" I asked, not remembering. "When we got into Slateport the first time I took a moment to forward the funds you had given me back to you while I was in my room, hiding from Nurse Joy." He explained. "Oh, well if it's only your ship, you wouldn't mind packing it up all by yourself then would you?" Jesse asked casually. Nathan paled and had time to yell, "Don't you da-!" before we were out of hearing distance, laughing the whole way.
He caught up to us on the edge of Slateport city. "Wasn't funny guys." He told us without looking at any of us. "Wasn't for you." Jesse told him smugly. The three of us laughed giddily. "So, we can't take the highway from Slateport to Mauville because we don't have a car, and I'd rather not show up in the city with a stolen vehicle." Nathan told us. "Highway? I thought you used bikes on it?" I asked aloud, too late recognizing how stupid I sounded. They gave me funny looks and we continued walking. "Or we can take the under path under the highway. Seems like we've only got one option." He told us as we walked along the route.
Two hours later we heard cop cars on the overpass, sirens wailing. "How did they find us!" Harold yelled as we ran away from the bridge. "Quick, I know where we can hide!" Jesse told us as she ran for the water. "Jesse, we know you can, but we can't breathe under water!" I yelled over the noise of the cop cars coming off the highway into the grassy under path in jeeps. "You'll have to swim!" she told us. Jesse raced onto the water, no difference from if she was running on land. She threw out her water Pokémon and when the three of us dove into the water they pushed us along with the current and fought off wild Pokémon in the water.
The police were stumped with where we had gone, but I could see from the water already some bright cop was tracking us. "Where are we going?" Harold asked Nathan as we wee pulled along by the Pokémon. "New Mauville I guess. It's over this way. Wouldn't surprise me if Jesse knows about it, she was running for years." He explained. Sure enough as soon as we hit dry land Jesse ushered us into a foreboding looking cave. "Jack. Let out some fire types. Dry us and the puddles on the floor." She told us as we moved from rocky cave scenery into the secret plant and it's tile floors. I let out Bones, Ripper, and Sune, who set about heating the place up and quickly drying Nathan, Harold, and I. Jesse was not wet at all. We hid there until we heard shouting outside. "Check the power plant!" A cop yelled. "Get us in there!" Nathan hissed at the door. It was locked, and looked like it belonged in a bank as the vault door. There was no way it was about to be broken into.
"Harold, can you open it?" I asked. He examined it for a second and felt along the door's smooth metal exterior. Nathan came up with a diagram of the door from online. "Here, apply slight pressure right here on the other side of the door." Nathan told Harold. He nodded and concentrated for a second. The door groaned and swung open slightly. We wordlessly slid inside the brightly lit hallway and shut the door behind us, locking us in. My three fire Pokémon sniffed around the ground and all came up sniffing warily, ears pressed flat against their skulls. "Seems like the electric types in here are a trouble." Nathan observed. "The cops are camped outside the door. They plan to stake it out until we show up. We need another exit." Harold announced to us.
"There is another exit. It's how I got in and out when I first learned of this place. But on the other hand, I never found the front door when I came in the other exit, so we'll have to find it. And it's been so long I'm lost in here." Jesse told us as she set off in a random direction. "How are you lost, there is maps on the wall!" Nathan called down the tunnel to Jesse, where she was investigating some wooden crates. "New addition. They weren't here last time I was!" she called back. My dogs patrolled around me, each on the lookout for foe Pokémon. Something scuffled around in the corner. An electrical pulse made one of the lights glow a little brighter.
"Hey guy's, it just dawned on me. The Pokémon in here are all around level twenties. We don't have many Pokémon who are even entering their level thirties." I told the other three as my dogs sniffed around my feet. "You worry too much. We've got Pokémon that have electric type immunities." Jesse told me. We all stopped. And checked our Pokémon. I had four fure fire types, one underleveled electric type, and one young normal Eevee. Nathan had Skarmory (flying steel), Mawile which is pure steel, Crag and Cerium which were both rock steel, Steelix, which was too large for the power plant but had steel ground typing and, Omega a steel psychic type. He released Mawile, gave her her teddy bear, and then released Crag the Shieldon and Cerium the Aron. Harold looked through his six psychic type and threw out Alzack the Munna and Martin the Solosis. I sent out all five of my pack members and put Flare onto of my backpack to watch my two Pokémon eggs. Jesse released Tina the Mudkip and Slug the Shellos. Both of them had ground type abilities to protect against electric attacks.
When we were done selecting our Pokémon we kept moving down the long hallway. "What Pokémon live in such a place anyways?" Harold whisper asked us. "All manner of electric types. Rodents. Steel, possibly some rock, or a rare ground type. Maybe a super intelligent psychic type set up shop here. It's not likely, but it has been recorded in incidents before. We could even have Pokémon that don't belong to our region in here. Ever since the global trade center in Sinnoh went up, the region's recognized Pokémon has been getting blurrier and blurrier. Sooner or later, be in ten years from now or fifty, Pokémon won't have set regions where they live, they'll be all over the world. Did you know two years back when they upgraded the GTS (Global trade center) that it became a fad to not have Pokémon of your region? Ralts were captured until almost none existed in the wild. Several rare Pokémon had to be put on a do not capture list. It's outrageous." Nathan ranted to us.
We accepted this knowledge in silence. "So… we've got no idea what we could run into here?" I surmised from Nathans speech. He nodded. "Hey. You alright? You don't look so good." Harold told one of us. He didn't specify which of us, so we all looked around for whom didn't look so good. "No. All of you." Harold told the three of us. "All three of you are having problems, aren't you?" He asked us. "I'm absolutely fine." I told Harold. He glanced at me for a second. "Well, you've gone pale, but that's nothing compared to the other two. Jesse is shaking and quivering. Her element affinity is making her sick, like when you went to the ocean floor. And Nathan is steel, running around in a plant full of magnetic equipment." Harold told me.
"Jack, the older two are useless to us right now."
