Chapter 37: Ripples in a still pond

Evening

Kanto

Police headquarters, meeting room

It was quiet in the space as all of the occupants were mostly ignoring each other. The overly bright room had a long rectangular table and several high-backed chairs placed around it at regular intervals. At the head of the table Lt. Surge sat with his scruffy combat boots on the glass tabletop and read a newspaper, next to him, Volkner was tinkering with a gadget and peering at the little electronic device with great interest. The younger blonde took a screwdriver and poked around and within seconds the flush lights overhead dimmed and blacked out altogether. Surprised by the occurrence and knowing his spiritless underling was most probably the cause of it; the soldier slammed his large hand down on the table and crushed the device accidentally. In the next instant all the lights winked back into existence. Volkner threw his superior a loathing look and decided to stare at the opposite wall instead. The meeting will not start unless Superintendent Cynthia is present. She was the only one they were waiting for, all the others were in attendance. The atmosphere in the room was suffocative, the chamber was small and why Surge wanted an important meeting held here in this congested area was the query gnawing on everyone's mind that evening. Sure the muscular guy was awe-inspiring but sometimes his actions were rather odd. He suffered from a streak of paranoia and if anyone questioned him about the war he participated twenty years ago, he would fly into hysterics and end up shattering bones or the teeth of the questioner.

Volkner saw it happen before, a persistent media reporter had asked him the question since he was one of the few alive and sane soldiers to emerge out of the war and the man had flown into a rage and knocked her teeth in. The police officers all agreed that caution should be observed when around Surge.

"Lady still not coming?" his voice reverberated through the area.

"It's difficult for her to come all the way from Sinnoh" Falkner mildly pointed out.

"...And I don't find it difficult when I must haul my sorry butt all the way to Unova? Do you know how long it takes to reset my traps once I come back? A hell of a long time!" As he finished his rant, Cynthia stepped into the room elegantly and took her seat; the blonde wanted to impart a few choice words but decided against it when he saw her face, clearly none was pleased with the location of the meeting. It was inconvenient and out of the way.

Just how he wanted it.

"First of all, care to enlighten us why you chose such a dreary place for the meeting?" the Sunnyshore gym leader piped up, "no offence superior, but this area oozes boredom, I'm falling asleep just by looking at this place. Kanto is no Unova."

"The walls have ears," Volkner blinked in confusion, has his commanding officer finally lost it? "Our meetings are usually recorded with cameras and uploaded into our database and our base can be hacked into, which has happened several times already. This is why those blasted criminals are always one step ahead of us. Today, we don't have any cameras in this dingy room so things have to be recorded the old fashioned way, pen and paper...Falkner work on it!" The cyan haired man exhaled and twirled a pen in his hand whilst digging out several sheets of paper, "also, Team Plasma's mobile base has been crushed and the ship is now anchored near the shores of Undella bay and protected by a mighty psychic barrier, the flag waving on top is a picture of two maroon swords crossed over each other." Lt. Surge stopped talking and waited for the information to sink in his colleague's heads. Several of them sported wide eyes, others nodded knowingly. "So that means those Dex-criminals are going off and killing anyone that stands in their way. If we examine the recent string of events they left in their wake, we can see they aren't so cautious of their actions anymore. Moreover, we as the police can't go and hunt them down because...they are doing us a favor as well..." A few audible swallows were heard in the stuffy room, it was a humiliating thought to know that the Dex-criminals were doing what the police were supposed to do. The public's opinion of them had risen.

"Could someone please turn on the fan?" Cynthia requested and overhead the blades slowly began spinning, a few rotations later it sputtered and died out and the female champion heaved a heavy sigh.

The atmosphere was taxing.

"We can talk about the Dex-criminals later," Falkner cut in when he sensed the depressive mood was taking a turn of the worst, "for now let's focus on the other mischief makers. There was an avalanche recently in Snowpoint on the day of the diamond dust, it has been speculated that the avalanche was induced by a man and pokemon. Also I want a thorough investigation of that building in Veilstone city, till now all of my efforts to get in there had been denied, the place is very suspicious. On another note we have intelligence of something sinister happening with Team Magma, unfortunately we still cannot find their base, Team Aqua has settled in the Cave of Origins and our spy tells us they have Kyogre firmly in their grasp. We have to tread carefully."

Another silence descended in the room and quietude was promptly shattered by the previously dead ceiling fan coughing back to life. The sound of chopped air was loud in everyone's ears.

"I say we try to capture the Dex-criminals first" Misty softly pointed out and inhaled when the focus turned to her, "compared to what the other local criminal organizations are doing...their actions can be viewed as mundane-"

At her words the room burst into a cacophony of shouts and insults as the other police officers gaped at her. Surge and Claire stood up and pinned her with an accusatory stare. Some of the calmer officials simply looked at her with an unfathomable gaze.

"Mundane?" the female dragon tamer hissed, "tell me what part of stealing legendary pokemon and important artifacts is mundane? They are no better than the other organized syndicates, in fact they are worse, we have no inkling of what they plan to do with the legendries and they elude discovery. Unlike the other teams they operate in secrecy and in the long run, it is their works which will cause an imbalance in the world."

The Cerulean gym leader ruminated over Claire's words. "They do not harm people" she added, "and they don't go around citing that the geography of the Poke-verse needs to be altered, more land, less seas. The Dex-criminals certainly don't force normal trainers to give up their pokemon nor do they inspire horror like Team Rocket. In fact, it was them who brought the organization down if I recall correctly."

Cynthia listened as Misty and Claire argued back and forth about the Dex-criminal's actions, a small suspicious thought wormed into her mind and she worded out her question, in an instant the chamber became silent as a grave and the water type gym leader's mouth hung open with disbelief and rage.

"No!" the orange headed woman spat, "I'm in no way affiliated with then and I'll never be, please don't forget they targeted my Suicune, my point is that we are simply judging them too harshly based on their acts, maybe if we approach them with a different mindset they might just be much more easier to handle and capture."

"I understand what you mean," Cynthia shook her shock of hair backwards, "I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, I see you want them captured as much as we do. It is a difficult task because, like Claire pointed out, they operate in secrecy, plus they are highly skilled warriors...Dex-holders..." she broke off and rested her chin on her hand.

"Right, let's draw up a plan" Falkner stood up and laid several sheets of paper on the table.

The officers all pitched in and once again the chamber came alive, pages were grabbed and ideas were scribbled down with fervor. Surge's booming voice alternated between spewing encouragement and insults. Half an hour later the superintendents stared impassively down at a crude mind map and all agreed that the plan was...Okay. Their efforts were now redoubled to gather ample evidence on the whereabouts of the criminals. The Organization's heists were to be downloaded from the archives and restudied, not to mention the Celadon City Game Corner fiasco almost two years back. Suspicious individuals caught on camera would be tailed secretly; the regions will be combed in order to flush them out. Vice-captain Falkner smiled genially and intoned it would require a superhuman attempt to get them once and for all and the spirit in the room rose considerably as the tired and often overworked agents cheered. Off to one corner, Norman shifted up against the wall and turned his face away from his jubilant co-workers. He began desperately praying for the Organization not to get caught.

Evening

Sinnoh

Snowpoint City

Pearl opened his eyes groggily and the blurry surroundings sharpened, He was lying on a soft bed inside a large tent and the sound of several dozen people moving about assaulted his ears. Slowly he rotated his head and winced, a streak of pain ran down the length of his neck and he held his breath till it subsided. Letting out an inaudible gasp, he angled his head again to the right and saw Platina sleeping next to him, her dark hair spilled like ink over her porcelain white face as she slept on her side, curled up with her hand resting underneath her cheek. Breathing in, he began the daunting task of moving his head the other way, he will probably find Diamond snoring next to him, when he finally looked to his left, there was another wounded civilian laying there and his best friend was no-where to be seen. Panic surged in his chest as he forced himself upwards and nearly passed out again. His memory was fragmented, he remembered going through the Snowpoint Temple, he remembered the periodic earthquakes and how the lights went out...And he recalled pain, mind numbing pain and everything going black. Was he dead? If so, did being dead hurt this much? And why was this tent filled with injured people and nurses? And where was Diamond?

A gentle exclamation alerted him to his best friend holding packets of food and bottled water, the two stared at each other for a few minutes before Diamond's serious face morphed into an indolent smile as he dropped everything and crashed into Pearl. The flame eyed boy emitted a screech of pain as his mind undulated between the conscious and unconscious realm. Through sheer will he forced himself to remain awake and noted how his blue eyed comrade shuffled away from him in alarm. A transparent bag was forced into his bandaged hands and through the clear covering he saw it was a sandwich, gratefully he tore through the packet and ravished the food with delicacy washing down the dry morsel with a gulp of water. Having done that, he faced Dia solemnly and enquired in a whisper:

"How did we get out and what about the mission? Regigigas?"

"I've captured it" Diamond was uncharacteristically grave as he answered and Pearl's visage transmuted shock, without missing a beat, the blonde fired his ebony haired friend with a series of questions and the teenager listened without a uttering a peep.

"I'm sorry Pearl" the boy finally replied, "I can't tell you, I'm not sure what happened either, it just happened. I didn't battle Regigigas, he sort of came with me...And he was the one who helped us out of the temple. The avalanche has the city crippled and the mountainous route between Snowpoint and the other cities have been block-aded by snow...I dragged you and Platina here because they were giving emergency medical treatment and you two desperately needed it but we have to leave, while I was getting food, I overheard the nurses speaking about the police arriving on scene. This avalanche was in-duced and so they are going to investigate the city for sus-pic-ious individuals. We have to leave Pearl and quickly, when Missy wakes up, we have to go."

There was urgency in the boy's voice that Pearl had never heard before. Diamond was many things; however he was not one who was easily frightened. As he mulled everything over, a young red-headed nurse came over with a syringe filled with pale yellow liquid; she smiled tenderly at the blonde youngster and proceeded to give him an injection. Pearl endured it with gritted teeth and a pained hiss. Like she reassured, the aching in his body began to subside and he flashed her a grin as she stood up and walked away. Sitting hunched, the blond watched as Dia crept to Platina and started to comb her hair back from her face. A weird feeling churned in the pit of his stomach and he felt sick. His companion had refused to tell him what had happened in the temple and he couldn't believe it. It was a small detail, however it nagged at Pearl. The two were best friends and neighbors since they were in diapers and the thought of Diamond keeping secrets from him felt...

Wrong.

He wanted to know what was going on. Pearl had to know everything concerning his best friend. The blue eyed boy was slightly dim-witted and it was his job to tell Dia what to do. In their stand-up comedy, his friend was the stooge. With all these abstract thoughts crowding in his head, he failed to see Platina wake up. The noble stretched elegantly and refused the offer of food. Clearly her constitution would be unable to handle such dry junk. Once again, Diamond began speaking, urging them to get out and with a nod the three got up. Cautiously they scanned the area and started to inch forward to the giant flap of an exit. Discreetly the trio glanced back for a final time and slipped out. The situation outside was none the better. Snowpoint was half buried in snow and tents, like the one they exited, were dotted throughout the city. Several medics, chansey, audino and blissey rushed past, their footprints leaving a confusing trail in the snow. One nurse even stopped in his tracks to usher them back inside. A smooth lie from Platina prevented them from being coerced into a bed again. Fishing out her phone, which now sported a cracked screen, Platina called someone and spoke, her terse tone issuing instructions to the listener. The male duo took note of her slumped shoulders and averted their gaze when she stowed the device away with a defeated sigh. Her perfect features marred when she winced in pain.

"My family will not be able to pick us up." she intoned and stared straight ahead at the avalanche of snow blocking the pass. "I'm sorry, but we are all on our own."

"Its okay" Diamond stepped forward, "we can do this" he grinned.

And Pearl's stomach churned. That was his line. Wordlessly he dropped to the ground, feeling drained of energy. Alarmed, his two companions crouched down next to him.

"I feel useless" he admitted and saw pity in their expressions, "I mean, isn't it my job to motivate people?" he leveled a look at Dia, "I can't even do that."

"Pearl" Platina began speaking but Dia interjected.

"...When I say I can't tell you what happened in the temple, you should respect my decision and not pry any further. Don't get angry because you can't boss me around on this mission." The blonde stared at him in shock, his flame tinted eyes glazing over. He opened his mouth and closed it, unable to utter any words.

"So please let me take care of you" Dia put his stubby arms around Pearl's rigid form and hugged him and the hyperactive one of the three merely collapsed, he was tired, scared and his mind was whirling. The past few months both he and his team were placed in precarious circumstances and the blonde was still recovering from that. The deafening rattle of bullets being fired and ricocheting off the hull of a gigantic flying ship was still fresh in his memory. Not to mention when the skies rained meteorites, the image was burned underneath his eyelids.

"Yeah," he whispered, glad to let Dia take over for once, "please take care of me"

Way below, the figures were tiny, their forms rendered discernible due to the vast world of white they travelled in. A red headed woman floated in a metallic bubble and observed the Sinnoh trio cross the treacherous path. Despite their age, the brats were sensible; they all eloped across the ground. Platina was, as usual, regal atop her rapidash as she streaked through, the flaming horse left steaming footprints on the snow caked ground. Behind her was Diamond and Pearl, one holding on the antlers of a tauros whilst the other perched on mamoswine. They were making remarkable progress through the mountainous pass. An unpredictable tempest howled atop the snowy peaks and inside her protected ship, Mars stroked her purugly and giggled, she reached out a slender arm and picked up a phone, it was time to report to her boss:

"Yes sir" her sing song voice was a complete contrast to her superior's dead murmurs. "I'm tailing them when I saw them slip out of the tent I was working in. Spirited kids I must say, even though two of them are badly injured...Oh no~ seems like they might just be buried underneath another few meters of snow...I'll hover around to see what happens." having said that, she dropped the phone in the cradle and eagerly pitched forward to see the wall of ice closing around the three Dex-holders.

Platina forced her heart to remain beating steadily, Mount Coronet, she chanted mentally; if they could make it there they would be safe inside the abandoned base. Whipping her head backwards, her dark blue irises picked out a sheer mass of white rolling down on all sides. The ice was billowing towards them, making a thunderous roar, Pearl inhaled and shut his eyes tightly, the stinging winds swirling around them carried snowflakes and he was aware of his hair and eyelashes being coated with a fine layer of ice. Hand benumbed by cold and fatigue, he gripped Tauhiko's horn's and leaned forward. It was a race against time. Next to him, Diamond's visage was grim as mamoswine cut a swathe with its tusks. Too focused on his comrade and not really seeing where he was going, tauros' hoof struck a submerged boulder and the monster buckled involuntarily. Its owner was thrown off and as the blonde hurtled through the air he saw everything clearly: Dia's shocked face and the cascade of white.

A cascade of white trying to smother them.

Trying to bury them.

Snuffing out his will...

"Tauhiko return!" a crisp voice rang out and in mid-air Pearl unclipped a pokeball from his waist and encapsulated his beast. Split seconds later, two firm hands caught him and he inhaled a mouthful of freezing air as he held on to Diamond, thankfully Moo still maintained its speed and the two teenagers fumbled before the orange eyed boy was comfortably seated, ahead of them, rapidash continued careering, it's flaming mane heating the surroundings somewhat. The threat of imminent death was still looming over the trio; however Pearl felt much better, the horrible anxiety that plagued him was slowly ebbing away. With his fingers boring into Dia's shoulders, the willful boy sat for the duration of the harrowing journey. The din of ice and snow colliding with each other and falling was the only noise that could be heard. Clouds of dust and ice ballooned outwards and left the three travellers frozen and stiff to the core.

And they made it. In the last moment, they made it.

When she spied the wide silver door set into the base of Mount Coronet, Platina urged her beast into a gallop; she sped away from her two companions and halted before the frozen and partially rusting door. Commanding rapidash to breath out an ember, she observed the ice melting away. Reaching deep inside her jacket, she retrieved a keycard and swiped it. The door stayed shut. Panicking she jammed the card again in the slot and wriggled it, the avalanche and her two friends were getting close and in any moment mamoswine would crash through. With a beep, the card registered and with a metallic groan the shutter began to slide upwards. She entered the base first and the acrid tang of partially corroded metal hit her senses, moments later, mamoswine hurtled in with Dia and Pearl balancing precariously on its back. With another desperate swipe of the keycard, the trio watched as the shutter lowered in an agonizingly slow pace. The rumbling ice blew in frigid air and right before a ton of snow could tumble inside the abandoned base, the door clicked shut. The Sinnoh trio heaved relieved sighs and sat in the foyer, the ground was cold and the area derelict.

"This place is a mess, how long are we supposed to stay here?" Pearl looked around and pulled a face, dusty silk threads and webs littered the roofs and upper area of the base, the staircase leading to the top floors had steps missing and he could see several wild pokemon scurrying about and avoiding the three new humans who toppled inside their makeshift home.

"Not long" Platinum answered him and began to unpack, "we shall stay here for one night and return to base tomorrow...we have completed our mission."

Night

Johto

Dex criminal's hideout, Execution's room

"You three did WHAT?"

Gold and Sapphire sat with their heads hanging low before Green and Red. Strategy's commander barely disguised his wrath as he glared at them viciously. The only one who stared him back straight in the eye was Lack-2 and inwardly the amber eyed trainer felt himself crumpling. He wished the boy would show some respect to the other seniors, alas, Lack-2 avoided everyone with the exception of Whi-2 and himself. The child even kept a minimum contact with the leader of the department and Gold didn't understand why. Right now the spiky haired brunette was admonishing them severely whilst Execution's leader merely regarded them with an unfathomable gaze. One couldn't tell if he was pleased or angry with what his underling's had done. Lips set into a firm line, Red watched them, his crimson eyes boring into their bowed heads.

"You three did a good job" his low and rather emotionless voice cut into Green's high pitched scolding. "You steered the ship into Undella bay is it?" Gold nodded, "Good, that's near one of our bases and we can make good use of the ship...the thing is a force of its own."

A tense silence permeated the room, despite Red praising them, it didn't feel like a victory, for once, the normally kind and cheerful leader's voice was hollow. His words were devoid of warmth.

"Good job Red?" the jade eyed trainer turned to face his co-worker, "I see the little brain matter left in your skull is starting to vanish" Red narrowed his eyes but said nothing, "the ship is will start attracting police officers and they will investigate. No matter how careful we are, we still leave minute trails and the authorities can trace these leads and find out abou-"

"Coward" whispered Red and the corner of his mouth curled when Green stilled. "You are scared of being found out are you? Even Blue doesn't let her subordinates fight for her. I understand your reputation is at stake...So allow me to do whatever I want with my department. If the police come knocking, I'll crush them myself...Been long since I've gone out in the field."

The brown haired trainer said nothing; he blinked furiously a few times and tried to think of a snappy comeback, but nothing. Coward...A simple word coming from a simple person. However it was true.

Green was scared of being found out.

"If you are done staring at the indoor decor, leave. I want a few words with Gold and the others...And sor-"

"Don't apologize" the words were almost spat out by the emerald eyed leader, "I deserve what you said. You are right...I am a coward" saying this, he grimaced and briskly vacated the room. The posse sitting inside observed his form disappearing through the door.

Exhaling, Gold peered at his mentor and saw how the man's eyes trailed on the door the longest. A minute later they snapped back to the trio sitting on the carpeted floor and he smiled. Sensing the tension dissipate, the three juniors relaxed and shuffled up when the older male decided to join them on the floor. In the next few hours hilarity ensured when the three younger trainers related their mission experiences. Gold noted how Red's eyes lighted up in genuine mirth, the first in a long time. When the topic turned to the masked warriors the happy mien melted right off and the raven haired man's expression was back to the brooding visage he sported these days. His face took on a contemplative look and the youngsters regretted telling him about the incident.

"And then Gold and Lack-2 started wrestling with the helm and I kicked them out of the way" Saph added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Sound like you had lots of fun...All I do is drift around the base like a zombie...Hmm, the next time a big mission rolls around, I'll try coming too. Let's pray that Green doesn't blow my head off!" At his words the quartet chuckled and thereafter Lack-2 declared he was hungry. The group retreated to the far corner of the room and all agreed to try cooking up a meal since Diamond was away on a mission. They were shortly joined by Black who decided to add to the chaos. Knives flew through the air; Lack-2 kicked Gold who in turn accidentally bumped into Sapphire. The azure eyed female punched him so hard; he flew into Red who ended up stabbing himself with the fork he was using to stir something in the pan. How this happened, no one knows and before Black could postulate a theory, Musha, who was floating nearby, was grabbed and promptly set on his head. In the end, it was the older Unova native who managed to put together a decent meal. When Yellow entered the chamber to deliver documents which needed to be filled out, she was mildly surprised to see the members all seated on a large couch and eating whilst watching television. All of them had injuries with the exception of Saph. Gold fared the worst, his cheek was swollen up with a purplish tinge and the calf of his leg was bandaged, Lack-2, who sat next to him also had a bandage on his cheek. Red had the back of his hand plastered with surgical tape and Black's whole head was covered in white gauze.

"Please don't ask" the four males chorused when she gazed at them inquisitively. Giggling, she handed the papers to Red and left.

In the dead of the night

Ransei

Dragnor

Candles and paper lanterns cast an orange glow and threw mutated shadows on the paper screened door. Inside a Japanese styled room, a three headed hydreigon rested on the lap of a man wearing a silk kimono. The color of the clothing was so black; it seemed to suck the muted lighting in the room. The three heads emitted sharp snores in the otherwise quiet room and a hand reached down to stroke the middle head fondly. The man sat patiently in the room before a low wooden table, thick smoke curled from an ornate pipe clamped between his lips. He seemed to be expecting someone and his slight irritation at being kept waiting was shown through the way he shifted, his expensive clothing rustling against each other. On the side of the room, hanging on the wall was a scroll painting depicting the electric dragon Zekrom. The ink brush strokes captured the magnificence of the mythical being perfectly and for a while the man watched, his black eyes caressing the thick lines which made up the painting. Half of the image was engulfed in shadows; however to the noble staring at it, the distorted picture appeared more beautiful.

In the following instant, the flickering flames snuffed out plunging the chamber into complete darkness. Seconds later they lighted up again with an indigo flame. On the wooden table lay a short sword, its handle a gleaming, pure white. The man, his black hair set into a top-knot reached out a scarred hand and touched the handle of the sword briefly before pulling his arm back. He looked up to the three masked men who appeared before him and motioned them to speak with a wave of his hand.

"Lord Nobunaga" one of the shadow triads rumbled, "it's an honor to be in your presence once again."

"I've been waiting..." the lord paused, "have you completed the task I set you to?" his voice was hard, low and thick with arrogance.

"No Sire...We are being paid handsomely by the target, currently we are working for him but please rest assured, we shall return once he outlives his usefulness."

Nobunaga exhaled smoke, "And of the dark dragon of lightning? Have you captured it? At least tell me of its whereabouts." Blue flames reflected off his glazed, expectant irises, but to the masked men before him, the expectancy spelled doom.

"My Lord, I'm sure you have heard of them...Dex-criminals. They are rounding up the legendries and keeping those mythical beasts for themselves. The dark dragon" the ninja swallowed inaudibly "is with them as well. A green haired youth formerly of our Organization is commandeering Zekrom."

The dragon lord sighed and briefly berated himself on signing the peace treaty which basically forced the leaders of the different regions not to seek out legendary pokemon for their personal use. He wondered what the outcome would be if he had Zekrom by his side...At the very least, he could unite Ransei under one rule with the fearsome beast as his partner, he was getting sick and tired of the internal skirmishes and wars that were periodically surfacing in Ransei...If the other warlords continued to jab at each other's throats to take over the opposition's region, it would scar their beautiful country. Taking the pipe out of his mouth, he tapped it once to clear it of ash and instantaneously the hydreigon snoring on his lap reared up and all three heads lashed out on the person who dared to grace their master with bad news. Razor sharp teeth punched through the skin of his throat and shoulder blades. The middle head stopped short of crushing his windpipe, the warrior uttered a muffled gasp of pain and gurgled up a quantity of blood.

"That's enough" Nobunaga tapped his pipe and the vicious dragon tore its jaws out of human flesh. Blood gushed out and stained the clothes and the tatami mats laid out on the floor of the room. "Incompetent fools" the lord sneered, "see to it that your employer is dead and then return...You three need to be punished severely for your actions." Bowing, the other two supported the third one between them and vanished into thin air. Once again, the candles went out and re-lighted with orange flames. The warlord sat alone and pondered.

Dex-criminals...his slanted eyes crinkled with delight. Perhaps he should keep a close eye on those trouble makers.

Character Ages. Team Execution:

Red: 24 years old currently, was 22 at the beginning of the story

Gold: 21 was 19

Sapphire: 19 was 17

Diamond: 16 was 14

Black: 19 was 17 (He is the same age as Ruby and Saph)

Lack-2: 15 was 13

Each arc spans around one year

A/N: Much thanks to Miniwolfy2 and Armaroy for following and favoriting my story, it's much motivation for the dark times ahead...and by dark times I mean exams. Who likes them? No one? Good, no person in their right mind would look forward to war (with pen and paper). At Jack54311: Perhaps Regigigas had a discarded pokeball lying near him? People do try to capture him you know, just that it didn't end well for the others. And getting thrown into the water from such a high place could potentially crush your bones. The force of water shouldn't be underestimated. And yes, Saph is a Boss. Anyway, Thanks again to those who read my story, virtual chocolate cookies to all! Keep on reviewing and reading! Enjoy