Black Lightning Chapter 1
Discovery of the Dark – Electric type Pokémon.
Author's notes.
This was an idea that I had. At first it was the idea of "what would happen if a fossil Pokémon did not include the rock type?" Then I thought about maybe making an electric fossil Pokémon that was outside of this rock type category. After considering this I noticed that there were no Electric-Dark type Pokémon.
There would be no passable way to create such a type of Pokémon without some kind of backstory to go with it so that it made sense for it to be outside of the 'lore' of "all fossil Pokémon are rock type" whilst also having a new dark-electric / electric-dark type. The first few chapters are a little short. Please bare with me as they will get longer. This is my first Fanfic. Constructive criticism welcome.
I do not own Pokemon or any of its canon characters, I am just a long time fan with a bit of imagination. Stator, Elector and Zaptor are my own creation along with many of the OCs. I will update images of my creations with attached links at a later date.
Themes: Mild Romance, Mild Adult themes, Mild Gore, Fakemon, Pokemon FanFic, Original Characters, Some Language
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Raptors
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Prelude.
This is without a doubt the biggest screw-over in my entire career! I'm going to milk these people dry from the inside out for what they have done to me as compensation! If I weren't this angry, this would be kind of cool. Actually this situation is giving me awesome opportunities; but I'm still angry, and you know what they say about a woman scorned!
Chapter 1
I am in an undisclosed location in the sweltering dry heat of a desert that shall remain unnamed. (Don't want any new discoveries to be claimed by any vultures right out from under my nose) My coworker and myself have just made an exiting discovery. A successful geologist and my long time friend, Doctor Hank Williams had found rocks that indicated that there had been a massive prehistoric mudslide that he had carbon dated back to about one hundred and ninety-seven million years ago. The geological carboniferous period. Or from an archeological point of view, the middle Jurassic era. Naturally as an archeologist I wanted to check it out. All kinds of things were happening in that time frame, who knows what we could find.
Doctor Hank Williams had been my friend since high school. We clicked in history class and ended up following similar lines of life as best friends. Hank had a very dry sense of humour and a kind of blunt sarcasm to him. He had bright blue eyes and black hair with one dimple that only showed on his left cheek when he really laughed. Hank kept his hair in a short kind of buzz cut, almost army style. Today in the heat of the desert he is wearing heavy duty hiking boots, a wide rimmed rabbit felt hat, khaki green shorts and a beige button up shirt that he didn't seem to have remembered to button up at all during our trip here. Not that I am complaining, he is a nice piece of eye candy, but it sometimes makes it that little bit more difficult to focus on the work at hand with that flashing into view every other moment of the day. Digging and moving rocks around all day really toned him up. Hank often joked that we were only still friends because he had decided to become a geologist rather than an archeologist.
It's no secret that archeologists don't get along. It's difficult to find an archeologist that will admit they don't hate someone from their field. We hate everyone in our field with the same title as us. We see every other archeologist as a rival and we all check each other's work looking for mistakes so we can rediscover their first discoveries. It is a cut throat profession to say the least but it is the perfect job for someone who is anti-social like me. I have rivals yes, but I hardly ever have the displeasure of seeing them. I have friend too, just one friend. Hank. Hank is my only friend. Other than Hank I had no one else. No family. At least not any legal family. My parents had been drug addicts and I had become a ward of the state the second that I had been born. I spent my life being handed around from one place to the next. No one wanted to know me growing up, except for Hank. To everyone else I was just an angry delinquent who would amount to nothing.
Hank and I had combed over the whole area where the mudslide had been present. Between us we found several flora and fauna fossils on the surface and needed a sponsor to loan us a team to uncover everything. (Let's face it, if you spend you life living in the middle of nowhere you are not going to earn much money to cover the expenses of living. Not unless you strike a gold vein with some fist sized nuggets or something. I'm an Archeologist, NOT a prospector)
Luckily for us we didn't need to wait long for a sponsor. Hank knew a guy, Lee. Lee was as shady as a healthy tree in a dead wasteland. You were thankful to have him but had to wonder why he was the only one in the metaphorical wasteland with all the prosperity and good health. He was useful but I didn't trust him. He reminded me of a snake I once found in a fossil pit I once dug. The damned thing wouldn't leave my pit alive. I had to take a shovel to it to kill it so I could continue my work. Lee had a team of ten volunteers, more money than sense and one huge ugly and angry grey dog he had called Pooch. Pooch followed Lee everywhere, even to the bathroom.
Lee always dressed like he was fresh out of a private school. Blazer, black leather shoes, freshly ironed shirts and trousers, some kind of trinket on his jacket pocket and hair that was groomed to sit combed back with not a hair out of place. Even in this arid heat he remained presentable. (Right down to the shine in his brass buttons and freshly polished leather shoes.) Lee screamed vanity with a hint of white supremacy. (He had ivory white skin with blonde hair and stunning emerald green eyes. Put him in a suave uniform with a swastika and you have a prime example of the youth of Hitler.)
Back to the exciting discovery... In the mudslide site we had found hundreds of fossilised leaves, grasses and insects; with the bonus of three adult raptor skeletons. They all came with obvious proof on all of them that they had feathers. From immediate observation two of the three were complete. They looked to be about the size of Utahraptor and Achillobator giganticus, the two largest raptors to date. How ever the plumage looked like it was different on this breed. I would need a closer look in a lab to confirm this though. If my observations here were correct we could be looking at a raptor that was around sixteen to nineteen feet in length. Much of this length looked like it was tail, shaped to help control direction in-high speed like a cheetah.
In addition to the bones were seven nests. None of the eggs had hatched and only one or two of all the eggs in each of the nests were actually damaged. Each nest held between five to eight eggs. Ten eggs were damaged from the mudslide, but thirty-four of the eggs were whole with no cracks or damage. The mud must have been extremely soft and very water heavy, with the eggs having very thick shells for them to not break. It must have also been a relatively slow mudslide, as the eggs were not moved far from their respective nests as the mud moved over them. Or perhaps this was a valley that filled up with mud, so the eggs and three adults had nowhere to be swept away to. It would have been a horrible way to die, buried in thick mud and drowned in sludge.
As excited as I was, I was also very weary. Lee and his volunteers would not tell me which museum they worked for. I had no idea who would be handling and publishing the details of the discovery that Hank and I had made. I had asked Hank about this. He had told me that Lee and the others hadn't told him much either. (In a very squirrelly suspicious kind of way.) Something did not feel right and Hank and Lee seemed to have a history.