THE MYSTERY OF BABA YEGA-CHAPTER 3
By Red Star
NOTE: I do not own Pokemon and thanks to Dragoness for allowing me to twist her story a bit.
Ash awoke to see a row of bright lights above him. "Doctor, his mind is racing!" "Ah, good, he is awake." He felt the surface upon which he was lying slide out into a large room filled with computers and other pieces of equipment that were either meant for the study of Pokemon or were not familiar to him. He put a paw to his head and winced a little at a small bump that was there. The people in the room spoke in excited voices as the doors slid open to reveal a woman in a business suit with a small white, blue, and red flag pin on her lapel. She smiled and approached the confused Mew. "Minister Polosev, it is just as you said. This creature isn't quite ready for battle, but with time and experience…" "Enough," she said in a commanding voice. The scientist who had spoken to her quickly withdrew. She cupped Ash's chin in her right hand and looked into his eyes. "What is your name?" Ash Ketchum, She jerked her hand back a little. She then seemed to calm down. "Well…Ash. I suppose you're wondering what you are here for, eh?" Ash didn't answer. She smiled again and stepped back as one of her subordinates appeared with a mechanical collar. "You are here…to help us rebuild the Great Dream…"
OFF THE COAST OF INDIGO REGION…
The 2nd Carrier Group of the Russian Imperial Pacific Fleet arrived shortly after dawn. Rear Admiral Pasha Elinov sent out his orders from the bridge of the carrier Smolensk, capable of carrying about 70 planes in times of war. He walked out and descended to the deck to meet the members of the Investigative Team sent by the Emperor. It had a Commodore at it's head and included a Captain of the Navy's Air Fleet, an Air Force Colonel from the Defense Ministry's Exports Bureau of the Armaments Directorate, and a Lieutenant General from the Emperor's elite forces. The General wore the uniform of an Army officer, and technically outranked the Commodore, but didn't seem to care about rank. "I wish you luck, gentlemen!" "Thank you, Admiral, see you later!"
The group then turned to enter the Kamov-V-50 helicopter behind them and lifted off.
PALLET TOWN
Officer Jenny looked up into the sky from her spot on the pasture of Professor Oak's Ranch. "Are they here yet?" asked Mrs. Ketchum. "No, ma'am. It takes a while to get over here from a Carrier." "I hope I made the right food," Jenny turned to the large table that was flowing with meats, noodles, and other delicacies(I've always thought she was a bit nutty, haven't you?). "Ah, more than enough…" As she finished speaking, a chopping noise hit her ears. She turned to see a long tube-like helicopter with two rotors and a red star painted on it's belly. "They're here."
The Russians landed about 50 yards from Mrs. Ketchum and made their way up to her. The Commodore saluted and said, "Greetings, Delia Ketchum. I am Commodore Peter Dalikov, and these are my assistants; Captain Yevgeni Falushin, Colonel Leonid Samsonov, and Lieutenant General Ivan Nikolov." "Hi. Are you guys hungry?" The Russians gazed over at the table.
Some time later, Samsonov was asleep with his cap over his eyes, Falushin was engaged in a drinking contest with a Snorlax that had happened to wander by, and Dalikov was accepting challenges from Ground types to arm-wrestle. Nikolov had eaten one burger and that was it. Jenny looked at him more closely. Ivan didn't seem to be above 24 years old, very young for a General.
The Russians drew themselves out of their food induced behavior in time to accompany Mrs. Ketchum and Jenny to the Ketchum's house.
"…And then I saw your flag on the tail-wing." Misty finished her tale once again as Dalikov hastily scribbled down notes. "Did you notice any other armaments on the wings besides these gas missiles?" Misty looked frowned in thought. "No, I think they had some more of them on the other wing but except for the machine-gun, I didn't see anything."
Dalikov looked down toward his notes and wrote it down. "I see, so it was lightly armed?" "What does that have to do with anything?" The Commodore peered over his glasses at her. "Well, this may help show whether it was a government operation or merely some terrorist thugs. Despite their boasts, terrorists are more often than not a bunch of poor people whose main weaponry consists of AK-47s and a few stinger missiles that the Americans sent to Afghanistan." Misty blinked. "Well, yeah, I mean they didn't fire anything else at us." Dalikov nodded and wrote down more notes and continued the questioning.
"Excuse me, Colonel?" asked Delia Ketchum. "Yes, ma'am?" "Is there something wrong with General Nikolov?" The Colonel looked out the kitchen window toward the Ketchum's garden. Nikolov was walking slowly around the garden. He suddenly turned toward the Colonel's peering eyes. The Colonel jerked back. "Don't worry about Ivan, miss, he's a farm boy." Colonel Samsonov stared straight out at Nikolov while saying this. Delia frowned and looked out at the young General again. Nikolov was approaching the Ash tree and laid his hand upon it. Ash…
She began to tear up and excused herself from the kitchen.
The flowers aren't thirsty anymore…
Nikolov saw before him a young boy and his loving mother. He watched as he remarked ,in that childish innocence that we all lose eventually, how his name was like the tree's.
Time passed. Rains fell. Winters came and went. The leaves fell off the Ash tree eleven times before Nikolov saw something that fascinated him. There was the Mother Ketchum (the years had hardly touched her beauty, he saw). She stood in the garden and watered her beautiful flowers and a small cat-like creature came up behind her and simply said:
The flowers aren't thirsty anymore…
Nikolov took his hand off the tree and headed toward the house. There was nothing else to be learned from that magnificent Ash.
The young General carried his cap, with gold star and Imperial Eagle, under his arm and wore a dark gray uniform. He had two rows of medal ribbons on his left breast and a sharpshooter's badge on the right. He gazed upon the small crowd in the Ketchum living room. Questions answers and little jokes and laughter flooded the air. In other words, everyone was distracted. Good. He stealthily made his way to the stairs. After one quick look around the room to insure no one was watching, he silently crept up the stairs.
Ivan placed his hand on the wall. After a minute of perfect stillness, he continued down the hall and placed his hand on another wall. After a moment, he gave a quiet cry of triumph and reached for the door that interrupted the wall's span. He looked inside to see Ash's room. He entered and began looking around. This boy is a strange one. He thought to himself. Look at all these…Pokemon things. He picked up a Poliwag pencil sharpener and examined it closely, feeling all around it. Not much information. He felt his way around the room, touching everything, looking for that one impression that could be a clue. It was when he turned to the bed that he felt the presence. Though it's mental waves were simple now, because of it's sleeping state, he could tell that it was a rather intelligent creature…for a Pikachu.
Ivan slowly climbed up the bed's ladder. Without making a sound, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the Pikachu's head. As soon as he made contact, the General was nearly overwhelmed by a flood of memories.
The rocket punch that was a spectacular failure.
The stubborn battle with Brock.
The stench of the Muck.
All the joys, disappointments, laughter, fear, and bravery rushed before Ivan's eyes. And then he saw the clue he had never expected. He saw the boy, Ash Ketchum, facing against a tyrannical looking fellow. And then the boy's skin started to glow and a sound came out of nowhere: "MMMMEEEEEWWWWW!"
A second later, the boy's foe was vanquished, but all that was left of Ash were his clothes. Then Ivan saw the movement beneath the folds. And a moment later, a small cat-like creature with a long tail emerged. A Mew!!
Ivan jerked his hand away. The Pikachu woke up and let out a yell. Ivan was out of the room within five seconds.
SAFFRON GYM
Sabrina awoke. She hopped out of her bed and dug through her closet in search of a suitcase. Once found, she clicked it open began pulling clothes out of her dresser. All the time she was packing, she couldn't help cursing at herself. She had heard about the kidnapping in Pallet, but what she had just experienced now peaked her interest.
When did the Psychic Corps get here?