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Ok, in all seriousness, I was kind of hesitiant to post this since I don't really feel it reached its full potential. I can always edit the document later and republish, but for this first version the hesitiation is definitely there.
Still working on the new chapter, though I've made a little bit of progress on it. I'll definitely have time during the weekends to work on it more often. But until then, bare with my slowness.
I'll stop pestering you about my problems and let you read.
Enjoy!
- Splak R.
He had done it again.
Killing his subordinates was never an easy task for Jett. He always grieved in his mind for the possibility of improvement, but, in his mind, when someone makes a fatal mistake, it had to be dealt with. He was still at the lake, taking in the moonlight of near midnight.
He was reflecting on his recital that he secretly performed not even an hour ago. He always went back to his signature philosophy to downplay the barbells of his murder.
"Nobody has security just handed to them. They have to work for such a thing. Even I had to work for it. I'm not special."
"Tracey worked for it too. Shame she had all that work go down the drain."
"You're the snobbiest bitch I've ever been with!"
"You're tarnishing everything I have! Even my reputation is in shambles!"
"What am I supposed to do? I'm a criminal, dammit!"
"Get a job! Any job! Work! Do something with your life other than thieving!"
Jett, 9 years old, was peeping through the crack of the doorway, watching his parents argue.
"I don't work because nobody will hire me! I'm too deep into the hole! Please!"
"Don't you try that sappy story shit on me! Y'know what, I've had it with you! Get out!"
"What? Janet, c'mon, this is my only home!"
"No! I'm tired of being dragged down by you, Marcus! GET OUT! ...And take Jett with you."
A Garchomp swung the door open, a defeated look on his face. He looked down and saw Jett. Marcus's face turned to one of devastation.
"Jett... you heard all of that, didn't you?" He asked.
Jett slowly nodded his head, wiping a tear from his face.
Marcus leaned in and whispered, "Tell ya what, pup, why don't you live with me and I'll show you my line of work."
Jett nodded his head again, gripping his father's wing spike.
It was a long walk, but Marcus and Jett managed to get into Marcus's hideout. It was in the middle of an alleyway in the center of Cholet. It was kind of dark, so there were advantages to being hidden under a rageddy quilt for now. Jett was intrigued, he thought it was kind of fun to have a hideout in an alley. Only one problem: they didn't have any food.
"Jett, why don't ya come with me to get some food?"
"Ok." Problem addressed straight away.
"Ah. But we won't be getting it the old fashioned way, no no. We're gonna get some for free." Marcus sugarcoated it a little, but what he said wasn't a lie.
Jett just tilted his head.
"Heh heh. Follow me. You'll see what I mean." Marcus led him.
Next thing Jett knew, they were on a rooftop of a building, where almost nobody could see them, except for the high flyers.
"Alright Jett. You stay here, and watch me closely."
He went down to the grocery block and went up to one of the merchants.
Next, he conversed with them for a little bit, covincing the merchant that he wasn't a threat. He paused for a second, and afterwards, he snatched as many berries as he possibly could in one quick swipe.
Jett could hear the merchant, "Hey! Thief! Thief!"
He was then pursued by a few civilans. The intense run even made Jett feel like he was out of breath. The civilians were fast, but Marcus was faster. After a quick turn on a block, the civilians lost him. He somehow managed to not drop a single berry. He went back to Jett with a wingful of berries, and let Jett snack on a few.
"This is what I do, everyday. I sometimes put on different disguises so people don't recognize me."
"You got a lot of berries."
Marcus beamed, "Yup. You can take as much as ya want, as long as ya don't get caught."
And from that day forward, little Jett was never the same.
2 Years Later
Jett went up to a bakery shop. There was a Dragonite merchant on the other side.
"What'll it be? Pastry? Sourdough? Rye? What suits your fancy?" The merchant asked in a scruffed voice.
"Hm... I'll take some Sourdough." Jett picked up a couple packages.
"These look good for the broth."
His first steal was going well. After inspecting it for a few seconds, he bolted almost as quickly as the move Extreme Speed.
"Hey! Get back here dammit! Stupid kid! You gotta pay for those!"
The merchant's cries fell on deaf ears, however, Jett was already gone. The Dragonite sighed... that was the second steal this week, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Jett arrived at Marcus's hideout. He sat down and took a breather. "Did ya get the bread?" Marcus asked while he was making a broth. "Yeah. This is gonna be so good!" Jett said. "Hey! This stuff's good! Ya did great for your first steal!" Marcus praised Jett.
That was the first time Jett remembered being validated.
Jett's father had taught him the ins and outs of thief work, and it took him a while to get a grasp of the concepts he was being told. It made sense in Jett's head, but he could never, for the longest time, apply it in practice. Marcus always told Jett they needed to work for security, because nothing's guaranteed in life.
Jett had been inspired by his father's skill and wisdom. He would later go on to accompany his dad in his theiving bouts.
They were commiting crimes, sure, but they were bonding over it. Both were laughing when they got a steal. They would put on different disguises to hide their identity, and they would also make more disguises.
There was one thievery that they had to dress up like old ladies to get spare change. Marcus managed to spot a necklace worth about five thousand Poke that an Audino was wearing. Thankfully, she was naive enough to take off the necklace to let him hold it.
They booked it to their hideout afterwards. They would later go to a pawn shop to sell the necklace. They got the full five thousand, and they were well off for a while.
One day, though, everything changed.
"Jett, I've been thinking for a while now. You're 18 now, what do ya say we get super rich?"
"Rich? How?"
"So you know the huge diamond that's in capital island square?"
"Yeah... is that the one in the mainland of Subon? What are you implying?"
"I'm thinking about stealing it, of course."
Jett knew this was probably the biggest task that his father's ever tackled.
"Thing is, I can't do it alone. I can carry it, but I need someone to reel me down, and then bring me back up once I swoop it. That's where you come in."
"Alright. I'm down. Let's get fuckin' rich."
"That's my boy." Marcus smiled.
The plan was set, now they just needed to get the diamond.
There were 4 guards standing in front of the diamond. However, nobody was actually watching it. Jett cut a hole on the roof with his aura, and lifted it up with the same power. Jett got the rope ready, and Marcus went slowly down.
You could cut the tension in the space with a pair of baby scissors. As he descended, he was praying that the guards wouldn't turn around. All it took was one peek by the guards and he was done. It was definitely a high risk, high reward job, but it would be worth it in the end. The diamond that was so close to Marcus's wings went for about ten million Poke. It felt like Jett was going slower with the rope, and the diamond was ever closer to his wings.
Marcus got a hold of the diamond, and lifted it off of its pedestal. Thankfully there wasn't an alarm system, but as Jett pulled Marcus up, one of the guards turned around. His worst nightmare had come true.
"HEY! PUT THE DIAMOND BACK! GUYS, CUT THE ROPE SO HE CAN'T ESCAPE!" The Scizor guard shouted.
Marcus chucked the diamond up to Jett, who caught it... at the cost of the rope. He set the diamond down and tried to pull his dad up, but the rope had been cut already, all he got was a bunch of string. Jett froze in place. The cut rope meant something so much more than a piece of fabric. He was about to lose his father. He shakily looked down to his dad who had fallen onto the ground. While Jett was on the verge of tears, Marcus was smiling. He bellowed his most recent words to his son. "Jett! Live a great life! Prosper! Give yourself security!" Marcus's final words to Jett made them both cry. Jett had to make a speedy getaway, or else he would be caught.
He was in tears the entire time. He had the diamond, but at what cost? He had just ditched his dad to be rich. Marcus would definitely get arrested, and probably put on death row for just how many crimes he commited.
Maybe not, that's going too far for a thief.
Still, it would be a long time before he could see his father again. He couldn't go back to his mother, she had already remarried, but he's been without her for a very long time, so it's not like he wanted to.
Jett was going to miss his father. His words of having to work for security stuck with him for some reason
Then he realized.
He knew why he said that. It's not only because nothing's gauranteed, but if you want something in general, you have to put in the effort. He has had to do this for 9 years, with his dad doing it even before he was born.
With his new mindset, Jett went north, where he would contact the minister of Subon Island.
Coincidentally named Subon, the Sceptile Minister agreed to Jett's request, as long as he had the diamond. He gathered a bunch of construction workers and built the structure known as Jett Kingdom.
"Looks real nice, doesn't it, Jett?" Subon asked.
"Yeah. Thanks for all your help."
"Ok. What are you gonna do now?"
"I'm planning on making a syndicate, where you have to put in effort for your security. No longer will I have anyone living "the good life". It's simply not fair to everyone else."
"Hey... I like your philosophy. Say, why don't I become your right hand man?"
Jett never expected that to come out of the Minister's mouth.
"Um... sure. Why not?" Jett said.
"Only reason why, is because I've seen a ton of people in Subon living "the good life". It pisses me off to no end, and even the mayors are doing it! They're also a pain to work with... they can't agree on anything. So, I think joining you will be much easier on me. Don't worry, I'll pull my weight."
"Awesome. The reason why I built this is to start anew, basically. I also want to get away from everyone in Subon."
"I think a fresh start is what everyone needs."
Jett Kingdom has been around for 15 years. Not just 2 months into the creation of the syndicate, 40 members had been sworn in, and knew his philosophy by heart.
"Security is earned, safety is obtained!"
Jett was not a fan of Subon Island's carefree attitude towards everything. He got so mad at the fact that he started conducting raids on the respective towns.
His first target was Rinj.
He spread his philosophy in the form of carnage. Everyone certainly cared about their security now that it's been taken away form them. At the end of the raid, Jett had a victorious bout, a newfound territory, and a Riolu.
A particular Riolu that turned 6 that day.