Yo! I own nothing you recognize, it belongs to its respective owner. That aside, don't expect regular updates this was little more than a plot bunny that just kinda expanded so I decided to publish it. If I update again it could be in several years or several hours *shrugs*.

I woke with a start at the crack of a whip. Knowing that there shouldn't be a whip in my apartment I jumped out of bed and looked around trying to get my bearings. What I saw was a barracks like room, most of the people sleeping on bunk beds, luckily for me I seemed to be one of only 2 people not in a bunk bed, otherwise I would have smacked my head against the upper bed. As I looked around things became clearer and clearer like I was understanding my situation, how I got there, where I was, who I was with, and more. Like I was coming out of a very very very disorienting dream. The whip cracked again as I attempted to understand what was happening to me, and rather than risk my hide I simply did what I felt was right. I threw on the uniform on the nightstand next to the bed, went outside and stood at attention in front of the Officer who was waiting for us new recruits to get out here. Thankfully I was the first one which gave me a few minutes to figure how I knew all this, since I most certainly had no military training in the past, and no idea how I ended up here. As I thought about it I just knew I was getting closer, only just as I was about to get it the whip cracked again and the Officer yelled, "Alright you sorry excuses for shit. 10 laps, now go!"

I instinctively headed in a direction where I found a large track, it was at this point I realized I was underground or inside a large building because there was a rocky roof over my head. The track was about 4 times larger than the ones I was used to seeing which means the Officer had ordered us to run something like 10 miles. Thankfully I could think while I ran I went back to trying to figure out what was going on. It was quite the surprise to realize about 5 laps in that I realized what had happened. I had been transmigrated or reincarnated or something, because I also recognized the uniforms all of the trainees and the Officer were wearing. I was a trainee for Team Rocket.

I finally finished the laps and had a small break while the rest of the trainees finished their run. I used that break to decide what I wanted to do. Do you go all in with Team Rocket just to survive, or do I try and break away now before I get in too deep? The answer to this boiled down to whether I cared enough about the darker aspect of Team Rocket enough to willingly abuse Pokemon, attack strangers, kidnap and kill people. To be honest, I really didn't. Which led to me thinking about whether I could use Team Rocket to secure my survival or not. Ultimately, I decided that it was probably best at this point in time to stay with Team Rocket. If I could work my way up the chain of command I could gain quite the connections and resources to use for my own survival.

Thus, I decided to do what I needed to do and just push myself in an effort to make myself stand out. If I'm lucky the Officer in charge of us will reward my efforts with a recommendation to skip Grunt rank and jump straight to becoming an Agent.

It was a week later that I noticed my efforts weren't being wasted. I had changed beds during the past week, taking the bed saved for the most promising trainee. The only real difference was that I was closer to the door and the bed was slightly bigger, but an improvement is an improvement. On top of that I saw the Officer constantly glancing at me, meaning I had gained his attention, hopefully it meant I was closer to a promotion and he wasn't going to try and force himself on me. It took another week for me to realize that it wasn't just the Officer that was paying attention to me, but several Elite Officers as well.

It was to the now common and expected crack of a whip that I woke up. I quickly got dressed and made my way outside to wait for the rest of the trainees, the now rather soothing sound of the Officer yelling at the other trainees coming from behind me.

"Wake up assholes! Get your asses in gear your training continues in 5 minutes, anyone late gets lashed!"

The Officer yelled this out every morning, and every morning regardless of whether someone was late or not there was at least 1 person whipped. Of course, I had never been whipped since I am always the first person ready. It was less than 3 minutes later that the Officer was dragging out 2 regulars when it came to being slow. James, is a young man with shoulder length blue hair who was a spoiled rich kid not used to waking up before noon. Jessie, was a young woman with exceptionally long red hair, who just couldn't understand why the bastard Officer would keep whipping a "beauty" like her.

Yeah, those failures are part of my batch of recruits.

It was 10 minutes later when the whipping finally finished and the day's training began. For the next 7 hours I was pushed through a variety of exercises. Not just physical, but mental as well. Honestly, if the training is like this for all Rocket grunts it makes me wonder how they haven't taken over the world, Giovanni has to be a giant moron or something.

It was while I was lost in thought about how dumb Giovanni had to be that the bastard Officer interrupted my thoughts and yelled out, "Jeff! Get over here!"

I held back on rolling my eyes as he called me over and simply jogged over to him and said, "Yes, sir?"

"Follow me. The Boss wants to speak with you."

I could as my eyes widened in surprise at that statement. It's an unwritten rule that he only ever met with members that were at least Officer rank. It took a moment for me to notice the bastard had already started walking away so I quickly followed him. We walked in silence for a while before we finally stopped in front of an ornate wooden door that looked thick enough to withstand a herd of stampeding Tauros. The Officer just knocked on the door and when it opened signalled for me to enter while he didn't move from his spot.