Chapter 1: Awakening (Remastered)
The City of Aerocroft, Celatia.
(Pronunciations, "Air-oh-kroft" / "Sell-ah-tee-uh")
The multicolored light from the city reflects off of the night sky, bathing raindrops in a mix of hot pink, bright cyan, flat white and vibrant orange as they pitter-patter along the sidewalk, creating puddles of vibrancy. The Covelight headquarters projects a beam of blue light into the clouds, signalling nearby aircraft of its location even above the storm clouds. That pillar of light bathing the rest of the city in an illuminating blue glow.
THE ROBBER FORCE PROJECT PRESENTS:
I step out from under an overpass, the rain rolling off of a monochromatically glowing umbrella. I zip up a yellow and black bomber jacket, locking a three wheeled vehicle behind me. Both sleeves sport a white LED strip going along the outside of them, ending at my jet black cuffs. Near the top part of the sleeve, the strip extends sideways, forming a glowing white ring around my upper arm. The collar is black on the inside, also sporting white LEDs along the inside. A military emblem is emblazoned on both my chest and on my back. Both also white LEDs. The emblem being the ancient Celatian word for 'sun' as it represents my Callsign, Solaris, which is also engraved on my chest, just below the emblem.
I pull back my sleeve, revealing a thin metal wristband. I wave my hand in front of it, causing a small holographic screen to project itself mere centimeters away from my arm. I tap a play button as a moody, synthy, electronic song fills my ears, drowning out the noise of the ensuing downpour. I exhale as I continue walking through the streets, my breath turning to mist in the humid air.
"City Fog. Somewhere in those lights, you're on your phone.
I should have known.
Saw you called. Wonder why you try, I'm still alone.
You're on your own.
Disconnected, don't know why we fell apart.
The feeling sets in, but only After Dark.
…
But only After Dark."
A STORY BY ELYSIUM.
I walk through puddles of cooling rain as cars covered in ribbons of light pass by, blowing warm air onto me. Various other Pokemon pass me by, some wearing fancy outfits in a multitude of various colors and styles. Some have limbs that have been hacked off, replaced with metal and circuitry designed with the sole purpose of mimicking and even surpassing the ability of the lost limb.
"But only After Dark."
Block after block I wander. The dwindling population of the city streets becomes even more apparent the farther I roam away from bustling downtown Aerocroft and more into the city's hostile slums. I internally curse the individual who decided to meet up with me in this sketchy, gang ridden area of Southern Celatia's new Capital City after unofficially declaring itself independent from the northern half. I spot the recording studio not much further down the road, causing a short huff of breath to escape my lips as I trudge along towards my destination.
"But only After Dark."
However I start to feel multiple pairs of eyes on me as I subconsciously raise my guard. A Gengar and a Scrafty jump out of an adjacent alleyway and block my path, both grinning at me sinisterly. I look behind me to see an Obstagoon and a Sableye block the sidewalk behind me, the Sableye brandishing a knife, the knife's edge glowing blue. I pause my music, Essenger's "After Dark" leaving my ears.
"Alright pally, hand over your PDA with everything in it." The Scrafty shouts, dropping the flab of skin resembling pants to reveal a compact, snub-nosed revolver. I smirk, "Cute little gun ya got there. You buy that legally?" I joke. "Don't think you can talk your way outta this, Leafy." The Obstagoon explains, cracking his knuckles.
That name causes my face to lose all emotion as I look back at the Obstagoon. "What did you just call me?" I ask coldly. The Obstagoon chuckles a bit, "You heard me." he confirms. I narrow my eyes, "Ohhh...I have a BAD history with that name, buddy. You've just opened up a repressed memory of mine and let me tell ya, I'm feeling a little antsy. Now that you've said that, I'm gonna have to vent my frustration." I explain, slowly walking toward him. "Aw what are you gonna do? There's four of us." The Gengar laughs.
I look back between both parties.
"Turn up the lights." I say, before a flash of lightning coats the area in light. After the flash, I'm nowhere to be seen. All of the thugs jump a bit from the thunder, however they're shocked to see that I've vanished.
"What the-? Where the hell did he go?!" The Sableye shouts, looking around the area frantically.
"Right behind you." I say as I become visible in a small flash of light, a white light now filling the pupils of my gold eyes, a blue slash going diagonally from the top right corner of my iris to the bottom left corner. I make a fist and suddenly a blade of white light forms around my knuckles, protruding outwards.
"WHAT THE FU-?!" The Sableye screams as I slash him with the blade of light, a burst of energy erupting from the impact and throwing him into the Gengar, phasing through the ghost type. All the other thugs suddenly recoil in panic, the Scrafty fumbling around for his gun. The Obstagoon goes for a throat chop, but suddenly he freezes in place, along with the rest of the world, save for me and a bolt of lightning, slowly forming in the sky. I take a step forward and dissipate the blade, instead pointing my hand at him. The world regains motion as a ball of light forms in my hand, before turning into a spiral as a loud ringing noise fills the street. Small balls of light shoot out from the spiral, exploding on the Obstagoon's body as he cries out in pain as white energy sparks across his body, before the spiral itself flies forward, creating a small shockwave and throwing the KISS inspired Pokemon back into the alleyway.
"DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The Scrafty screams as he aims his revolver at me. I throw a small white bolt at my feet, causing a dome of semi-opaque energy to form over me.
KABLOW! KABLOW! KABLOW! KABLOW! KABLOW! KABLOW!
The sounds of gunshots echo through the streets as blue bolts of plasma burst off of the dome of energy, the Scrafty wasting all six Plasma slugs in his revolver. His eyes widen as his gun clicks from empty cylinder after empty cylinder. I chuckle, "My turn." I joke as I put my hands together, forming yet another spiral of light, however, this one is thicker than the last one. I throw it out and it floats out of the barrier. I point at the scrafty, causing a small beam of light to come from the floating spiral, pointing at the Scrafty. The Scrafty notices his predicament and steps back a bit, "AW...FUUU-" he groans as the Spiral unleashes a large beam of light from it's center, impacting the Scrafty directly in the chest and throwing him into a pile of trash, his eyes in swirls. "Aww...dude…" he groans.
The Gengar is completely stunned and paralysed with fear, I dissipate the barrier. "Y-you! Y-you're THAT Snivy! The one who was hunted down by Covelight! The one with the freaky light powers!" he exclaims, falling onto his back and scrambling backwards in a panic. I smirk, "Bingo pal, good job. For guessing correctly, I won't waste any of my precious light on you." I joke, simply walking past the Ghost and Poison type. The Gengar only stares as I walk away.
THE ROBBER FORCE SAGA: PATH ONE, STORY ONE.
I sit down in a chair across from a Dusk Forme Lycanroc, floating cameras hovering around us as various Pokemon fuddle with various recording machinery.
"We're all good boss, rolling now." a Goodra explains, giving a thumbs up. The Lycanroc smiles and nods, before looking to me, his vibrant green eyes reflecting the light of a staged fireplace not far away from us.
"Oh-kay. Thank you for coming, Jackson. I'm Miles Dawn, a documentary filmmaker from Flynn." The Lycanroc explains with a dialect similar to an Australian accent, extending a paw which I eagerly meet with my equivalent. "Pleasure to be here." I note as I sit back down.
"It's an honor to finally speak with you, Jackson. After the event that transpired two years ago with you and Covelight. I've been fascinated by you, specifically your powers. Now, there are plenty of stories and speculation about those events, how you got your powers, why Covelight hunted you down. All of those reports are...conflicted, some tell one story, some tell another. So I want to hear the real story, from the source." Miles explains.
"Alright...I figured that's why you called me here…"
"...let's get started."
This is the story of how I got my powers.
How I became…
A Chosen of Light.
COVELIGHT: A POKEMON AU.
Pokemon is a property of Gamefreak and Nintendo. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is an Alternate Universe of our own creation with its own lore and timeline, thus Pokemon's lore has been altered to conform to this AU.
This story is rated M for heavy language, violence, and mild gore.
Two years prior:
The City of Aerocroft.
October, 2207
Event classification: "The Nocturne Incident."
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A rhythmic beeping fades into my ears as I groan softly, my eyes subtly twitching, before cracking open as I stare up at the white ceiling of a hospital. "Hey, Dr. Shen, the Snivy's awake." I hear a muffled male voice to my left.
What's going on? How did I get here?
Suddenly a Nidoqueen fills my vision, a bright light emitting from her left eye, nearly blinding me as I subconsciously wince and block the light with my arm, groaning yet again. "Right you are, Peters." She states, turning off the light and flipping up a visor. "Sorry about the light, I'm Doctor Shen, a pair of hikers found you unconscious off a dirt path just outside town. Nothing appeared to be wrong, no injuries, no brain abnormality, no evidence of Sleep powder, hypnosis or any other sleep inducing moves. You were just unconscious." She explains.
"Do you remember why you were unconscious?"
That question causes me to take a few moments to recollect my thoughts of any sort of lead as to how I ended up here.
Try as I might, the only thing that I find are blanks, an empty void in my mind, yet it feels like the answer is there, just beyond my reach.
...
I can't remember...
Wait…
Why can't I remember ANYTHING?!
"I…can't remember anything." I answer sternly despite my internal panic, gripping the top of my head as I'm slowly overtaken with a headache. The Nidoqueen's eyes widen, leaning forward a bit over my bed, "Can you at least remember your name?"
My name...my name...come on, I gotta remember that!
"It's Chaser. Jackson Chaser, I think..." I answer, she breathes a sigh of relief. "Okay, Plug that in, Matt." The Nidoqueen orders a Toxtricity behind her, who begins typing on a holographic screen. He glances at me, then back at the screen. "Seems like we got a match." he responds, grabbing the corner of the hologram and walking it over to us. He makes a gesture with his off hand, making the screen grow in size as he spins it around, letting both of us see it. He then explains what's on screen.
"Jackson A. Chaser, 15 years old. Currently a recruit in the Covelight Air Division. Youngest son of Scarlet and Alexander Chaser. Has a brother named Callum. Every single one of them has been missing for months. Last medical incident involved him taking a Gyrocopter for a 'test drive' as he put it."
This information doesn't seem to jog my memory, but I can't say it doesn't feel familiar to me, a sort of Deja Vu feeling washes over me. Shen seems to notice a small detail, "Wait, you sure? The eyes are slightly different." She notes, prompting the Toxtricity to take a look for himself. "Hmm, aside from that weird blue slash in his iris, they seem to be the same color as the ones in the photo.
"Uhh, wait what's going on?" I ask nervously.
"Your eyes have a strange mark on them, we'll look into it, see for yourself."
The doc grabs a mirror off of a counter, placing it on the bed next to me, out of curiosity, I gaze into the reflective glass.
My eyes are gold, however, like they said. There's a blue slash on my iris, starting from the top right corner and ending at the bottom left corner. Upon closer inspection, the slash seems to be giving off a very faint glow. I might just be hallucinating though, I did just wake up from some sort of coma, right?
This is so strange...What the hell happened to me?
…
A flying commercial vehicle touches down on the landing pad of the hospital, the side of the aerial vehicle is adorned with a military insignia. The door opens as a Quilava steps out of the AV, pressing a paw to his ear "This is Commander Covelight, I'm in position, Elite Corporal Astra, Elite Sergeant Ducati, status report." The Quilava orders, stepping off of the landing pad.
A white muscle car pulls in front of the hospital, with an Intelleon behind the wheel, he touches his ear and responds. "Elite Corporal Jet Astra reporting in, I'm on scene, this one's not going anywhere." He notes, revving the engine of his V8 powered Cellbreaker Tempest.
"Ducati, status."
"At the site, gearing up." Speaks a Greninja on the 3rd floor of a parking garage, just across the street from the hospital, fishing around in the trunk of a red sports car, pulling out a white box which quickly unfolds into a sniper rifle, before also grabbing a small visor.
"Elite Lieutenant Ducati reporting in, I've got overwatch covered, over."
Ducati is a Greninja with a darker blue coloring than your average Greninja, accompanied by olive green eyes. A white Covelight uniform vest covers the upper half of his torso, just underneath his tongue-scarf.
He braces the receiver on the railing, looking towards the hospital. Placing the visor over his face, allowing the Greninja to a blue outline of everyone in the building, with the Quilava's outline being highlighted in green.
"Hey Ducati, why'd they pick you for recon in this mission? We both know I'm the better sniper."
"Fuck off, Astra."
"C'mon, You know it to be true."
"Pointing at a target and pulling the trigger with an ENERGY rifle doesn't take nearly as much skill as what I do."
"The results don't lie, Ducati. Boss, come on, you gotta agree with me here."
"I think you two talk too much. Stay focused, I'm approaching the target."
"Copy that."
"Copy that."
"I want to see Jackson Chaser, is he here?" asks Mayrum over comms. Ducati's eyes widen, "Wait, Jackson Chaser? Did I hear that right?" he mutters to himself, slightly shocked.
"Should be a Snivy, Gold eyes." Mayrum repeats, causing the Greninja to immediately fall backwards in disbelief, his rifle clattering to the floor.
"Jackson's our target?! Why?! Where's he been all this time?! I…I can't do this!" Ducati thinks to himself, picking up his rifle and stashing it back into his car, Looking back over the railing to see what happens.
...
The two nurses prod on me, running various tests to try and see if I'm okay to leave the hospital. Surprisingly, I have very little muscle deterioration, I might not have been out for all that long. However, the tests are interrupted as someone steps into the room, though I can't see them past the curtains. "I was told I could find a Jackson Chaser in here." the individual says. Something about them scares me, I'm not sure why. Shouldn't I be glad someone's looking for me?
"Stop whatever you're doing and get out of there." a voice fills my head. It doesn't sound like my own, but at this point, I'm not willing to argue with my own feelings. I pull the IV out of my arm and drop to the cold hospital floor. I dive under the curtains into the next stall over, fortunately vacant.
"Yes, he should be in booth 5." Shen notes. I wait behind the main curtains of the booth next to me and wait. I hear the curtains open beside me and I make a Combee-line for the door. "Wha-hey!" the individual shouts as he notices me running towards the door. I look back to see a Quilava on all fours sprinting after me. Before tapping his shoulder, causing him to be enveloped in a blue light. I run out of the room and into the mostly empty hallway. Signs directing me towards the emergency exit. I look back to see that the Quilava has now been changed into a Typhlosion through some kind of implant that lets him evolve and de-evolve at will. I pant as I round another corner, sliding under an audino, who yelps in surprise as I spot the emergency exit. Leaping to hit the push bar, finding myself at a fire escape. I look back to see the Typhlosion knock the Audino aside. I look back over the fire escape's railing, before a small flash comes from one of my yellow collar extrusions, a vine now wrapping itself around the railing as I jump over, using my vine to rappel down to the ground. I retract my vine as I suddenly watch the Typhlosion completely ignore the drop and just leap over the railing, landing hard on the ground next to me, some sort of steam suddenly hissing out of small nozzles in his knees as he grunts loudly.
I immediately dart left, immediately halting as I find myself at a dead end, with a concrete wall blocking the alleyway I planned to dive into. I quickly look back to see the Typhlosion smirk at my predicament. "Not sure why you're running, we just wanted to see to it that you're brought back to where you belong." He explains.
"...Who are you?" I ask.
"Hmph, I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. I'm Mayrum Covelight, the Leader of...well The Covelight."
"What do you want with me?"
"Someone I know is very, very interested in you. If you come with me, we'll make sure you get the answers you need." he explains.
Show him. The voice appears again. Before I can have time to think, I feel myself feeling an insane rush of power. I subconsciously take a breath as glowing white markings suddenly form on my arms and tail. A strong internal force compels me to hold my arm forward, which I do. A white sphere of light manifests in front of the palm of my hand. Mayrum suddenly takes a step back. "Ducati! TAKE THE SH-" he shouts before the sphere shoots forwards, impacting him in the chest as the projectile explodes in a burst of energy, throwing the Typhlosion into an ambulance as white energy sparks around him.
...
Ducati's eyes widen in response to what he just witnessed. However he snaps out of it once he watches me run past Mayrum and onto the city streets. He bolts to his car, getting into the red, Lamborghini Diablo-esque sports car as it's electric engine comes to life.
...
I sprint into the neon soaked streets, I've just noticed that it's night time. I don't know where I'm going, nor do I have any objective. I just run to get away. I hear Sirens everywhere. Before a sports car speeds through an intersection before slamming on brakes in front of me at the crosswalk. I stop as to not slam into it. The window rolls down to see a Greninja with green eyes staring at me, "Get in!" he shouts. I hesitate, questioning the situation, before I see a white muscle car blazing toward us down the road. "Fuck's sake COME ON!" The Greninja shouts. I waste no time and enter the vehicle. The loud whirring of the electric motors fills my ears as the tires screech as we pull off.
"Wh-Ducati? Is that your car?" I hear over a radio scanner in the car. The Greninja glances at his mirror, "Ah, Bollocks! Jackson! Can you do...whatever that was again!?" he orders. "I can try!" I shout, jumping up on the window sill, holding onto the hand bar to keep me anchored as I lean out of the car, the wind hammering the back of my head as I point my hand at the muscle car behind us.
Come on, come on…
The ball of light appears again, launching itself at the car. It impacts the hood, covering the car in the same sparks of energy as Mayrum, the lights on the car flicker before it spins out, with the car's lights now shut off, indicating that it's been disabled.
Frantically, Jet tries restarting the car after getting hit with whatever that was. The engine refuses to turn when he holds the start button. He tries three times, before the intelleon looks in his mirror to see that his target is long gone. He growls and slams his fist on the steering wheel. "DAMNIT!" he shouts.
…
A trio of Police cars now follow us. "Hold on!" the Greninja shouts as he rips the E brake, causing the car to skid around an intersection, a large truck honking its horn as we barely miss it. One of the police cars understeers however, causing it to slam into the truck head on. "Jackson get back in the car, I'll deal with them!" he shouts, I comply and jump back into the seat. Cobalt suddenly pulls into an alleyway, spotting a stack of trash cans. Ducati opens his door, whacking the stack on the way by, causing them to be knocked over, blocking the alleyway from another pursuer. However as we exit, the final car seemingly took another route, as we find it on our tail last. It comes up alongside the driver's side. Ducati slaps the light blue spot on his thigh as he pulls a shuriken made of water seemingly out of nowhere, before rolling down his window and tossing it into the front tire of the final patrol car, causing it to spin out. Cobalt slams on the gas, finally pulling onto a freeway as we make our escape.
Both of us breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks for getting me out of there...uh...what's your name again?" I ask. The Greninja glances at me in confusion. "It's me Jackson, Cobalt...Cobalt Ducati?" The name doesn't ring a bell. "Cobalt, huh?...You seem to already know my name." I note. "Yeah...wait, something's up. What's with you? You seem like you're a brand new person."
"I uh...I've seemed to have lost all my memory, if we know each other, I'm sorry I don't remember."
Cobalt takes a second, "Uh...nevermind. I might be a bit loopy from the chase." he finishes, he speaks with a southeastern Celatian accent, similar to an Australian Accent, I've noticed. "So...what's the story here, why does Covelight want me?" I ask. Cobalt only shakes his head. "I'm one of it's Elites, and not even I know. Recently I've been noticing that Mayrum, our leader, something seems off about him recently. The fact that he'd send me, Astra, and himself on a mission to retrieve you...something's not right. I know it." Cobalt explains. I lean forward, "So if you were assigned to capture me, why didn't you? Why go through the trouble of helping me?" I ask further.
Cobalt gets a good look at me, before returning his eyes to the road. "Cause I know who...er...what you are." he explains. I glance at my markings, which consist of a line starting from the top of each arm, both on the top and underside, going down and stopping at the wrist, with a hollow white triangle on the back and palms of my hands. My tail has 3 of these same triangles all surrounding a larger, upside down triangle. "You know what I am?" I ask, looking back to him. He cocks his head to the side, "I have...an idea." he answers.
"Are you aware of the Nightbring Clan?" he asks in response. "The name is familiar." I reply. Cobalt glances at me, "They have something in their religion called Chosen. Those who are gifted with the divine elements to protect the balance of good and evil." He explains. "So...what? You think I'm one of these 'Chosen' then?" I ask. "Well, you're covered in strange markings, can use powers no one else can. That seems to fit the description. I think you're a Chosen of Light, specifically." I look down at my palms, the markings fade away. I look to him, "Well since all of Covelight is after me, what's your plan?" I ask.
He puts the car on autodrive and brings up a map on a hologram. "Let's see…" he starts, before pointing on the map. "Right now we're in Aerocroft, South Celatia's capital city in the Urami Province." He scrolls up on the map and points to a new location. "I have a cabin up north near Camaro in the Zares Province. We're going to have to take the ferry. Once we get to the cabin, we can use that as a home base where we do some investigating." he explains.
I sigh, this is incredibly overwhelming. Cobalt glances down at me. "I know this is pretty overwhelming. So, just get some rest, mate, I'm gonna turn on the stereo though, if that's okay with you."
"Yeah, it's fine." I note as I stare out of the window as a slow, synthwave-y track fills the cabin of the car. I have more questions for Cobalt, but I decide to hold off for a while. I gaze out the window and take in the new, yet oddly familiar sights. The road is lit up in blue streetlights, a kind of Aqua blue that turns the red Plasteel body of the car, which I've noticed is called a 'Kerzeo Neo', a vibrant pink color. Accenting the blue are Neon signs that blur by, creating a mix of purple, red, yellow, pink, and many others when looking out the windows. I get a sense of nostalgia that I can't place.
Why can't I remember anything? They said I had withstanded no injury so what might have transpired to have caused this all to happen?
I look to my palm, I wonder...if these powers might have something to do with all this.
"I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills
I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear
I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear.
There's something inside you...
It's hard to explain...
They're talking about you, boy...
But you're still the same."
We speed off into the hills, the city lights fading into the distance. I decide to curl myself up and within minutes, I drift off to sleep.
Meanwhile…
The AV lands on a helipad at the large Covelight tower in Aerocroft. Mayrum, reverted back into Quilava and absolutely furious, steps into the building, ignoring everyone else as he steps into his office. Passing a Snivy with deep blue eyes. Twirling a black and red butterfly knife in her hands. She stares at the Quilava as he passes her, closing the knife in her hands.
After entering, he quickly storms over to his desk and sits down in his chair, before pounding on the metal table in front of him, denting it in the process.
"I'm guessing he managed to slip through your hands, then?" a voice is heard across the room. Mayrum looks in the direction to see an Umbreon sitting in the corner of the room. Her rings are red. With the rings on her head, shoulders and thighs being replaced with red squares that have been rotated a 45 degree angle. Mayrum sighs, "He got away, and Elite Lieutenant Ducati is nowhere to be found. I'm sorry Ava." He apologises. The Umbreon, now known as Ava, narrows her eyes and starts walking toward him, "I'm disappointed in you, Covelight. I thought that with your forces he should have been unable to escape." She growls. "He won't be on the run for long, I'm sending all forces after them." He replies, Ava smiles, "Excellent. I too have prepared for this failure." She explains, pulling up a holographic screen and materialising a blueprint, before handing it to Mayrum. He looks it over, "Ma'am. This is a schematic for a basic Genesect Drone." He retorts. Ava shakes her head, "Not with the modifications I've designed. This one is designed to kill his kind. I want your engineers to begin work immediately." She orders, before opening the door to leave. "I won't fail you, mistress." He says, breaking a sweat. Ava smiles, "I know. Because if you do, you know what'll happen to Oren..."
Mayrum glares at the Umbreon, unable to move as she casually walks out of the office with a smirk on her face.
200 years ago. Mankind, along with their Pokemon companions, have finally extended their reach to the stars above, Creating colonies on Venus, Mars, Titan, Io, Europa, and even further to Proxima Centauri.
Upon doing so, however, they discover something absolutely nobody could have expected.
They discover that they're not the first, but the second species to colonise the stars, with the first being a sub-breed of their very own companions: sentient, civilised Pokemon. After discovering that these Pokemon can communicate at a much higher level than regular Pokemon, they learn of their origin.
These Pokemon originate from the long forgotten continent of Celatia. A continent around the size of Australia and located in the dead-center of the pacific ocean, this country being hidden in plain sight for thousands of years. Celatia is widely regarded as the birthplace of mew, and the origin point of all Pokemon in the world, and that millenia ago, Celatia was affected by "The Great Enslavement" where Humanity discovered the continent and stole away two thirds of the country's population. After this, Celatia went on the offensive, destroying all records of the continent and rescuing as much of their brethren as they could, before finally retreating back to their home. Those that were captured and eventually domesticated, became the "Beta" Pokemon you see everywhere today, weaker than their Celatian ancestors and more loyal towards humanity, reverting back to their old primal instincts. Celatia, now shutting themselves out from the rest of the world, and without human influence, their power and technology grew ever stronger, being centuries ahead of human technology.
Celatia is divided by two large military factions, these two being The Covelight, and the Nightbring clan, however, for a time, these two factions were originally one. Founded in the year 2187. Reyes Nocturne, a Darkrai and Alan Helter, an Alakazam, founded a mafia called Robber Force. As un-creative as its name was, it became Celatia's most feared mafia. However, Team Galactic, a long forgotten crime syndicate from the Sinnoh Region, summoned an entity that threatened the entire world. This caused Robber Force to shift it's ways and defend the world from the Ruin, a massive creature being controlled by Galactic. They were successful. However, in 2189 A civil war broke out between two parties within Robber Force, fighting for whether or not Robber Force should stay a Mafia, or become a force for good.
Reyes and Alan were defeated by Yami Nightbring, a Zoroark, and Mayrum Covelight, a young Quilava. Solidifying the Idea of Robber Force being a force for good. For a decade, Robber Force became a symbol of hope, now undergoing the name of Crimson Integra. However, Yami had a child, something that had been agreed on that there would be no legacy to Crimson Integra. Mayrum, enraged, exiled all of his followers, which consisted of half of all Crimson Integra.
Now, in 2207, The Nightbring Clan, a clan founded by Yami and led by his son, Vision. Inhabit the territory north of Celatia's veil river, the river that divides the continent in two. whereas the Covelight, led by Mayrum, inhabit the southern side. The two factions are fighting a civil war with no end in sight.
And this, is where the story begins...