Author's Note: Hiya! I know of at least one person that likes, or wants to know the next part of this story! thank you, MinyMistyMystiq for the review...here is the next chapter!
btw...I have 7 parts done, but if you have a suggestion for something that Tyco should do, I'll see if I can add it in! Flames are welcome, as long as you put them in reviews so that it looks like I have more reviews...:p
I'll consider what you flame if you have constructive critiscism...if you don't like something, please don't say, THIS SUCKS! then don't give a suggestion on how to fix it...and, alas, I think it sucks that some people don't write faster...how do we fix this? the All-Powerful REVIEW button!!!
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ON TO THE STORY!!!!
I whirled around, looking the doors over, and found no knob, no lock, no nothing that I could see but a hand pad in the exact center of the door. On either side of the door stood two Nidorinos, and they were eyeing me warily.
Turning, I found myself in a chamber that looked like the vault to some kind of bank. With heavy steel walls on all sides of me. Glancing around, I found that the only Pokemon in the room besides the Nidorinos in this room was an Abra, and its eyes were open, gazing at me intently.
Suddenoly, it changed its gaze to the old man, and he came forward and took me by the arm. "Young man, I'm sorry that I did that to you, but before I do anything, I have to ask you a question. Since you're a Pokemon Trainer, you have a Pokemon right? What is it?"
I glanced around the room, and saw that the Nidorinos had relaxed. "Well, sir, I just got my License just a few days ago. I'm not joking. If you doubt me, you can have that little Abra over there probe my mind,and you'll see that I'm telling the truth. Well, sir, I've never been a person to leave home much for anything, but I have gone camping several times, and I am well aware how dangerous the Pokemon are. Several times, I've managed to hold off two Beedrills at once, with only a couple of long, thick sticks. I bought a few pokeballs and came into this here forest with the intentions of finding some Pokemon as I came. So far I haven't found any that I would want, that is to say, I've found Kakunas and Beedrills, Metapods and Butterfrees, and Raticates and Pidgeottos, but I've always wanted to raise one from its first stage, and so I haven't caught one, and I would like to catch one so that I can catch others and teach that no good Team Rocket a lesson!" I was almost to the levelof shouting when I stopped, I looked at the girl, and she was just staring. Then a grin slowly spread across her face, I glanced back at the old man and he was frowning at me.
"And just what," he began in a tone that said that he disapproved, "do you propose to do about them? Yes, they are a problem to the society, a burr under the saddle, or a thorn in the side if you will, but what would YOU do if you had to do this all by yourself? An all out attack?" he snorted, his tone rising, and his eyes flashed, "Son, listen to me, I've known men to throw themselves in the dragons face, so to speak, trying to defeat Team Rocket! They all have been killed, tortured, captured and have never been seen again, unless they've escaped! And some of the stories that I've heard would make you want to go to another planet and become a hermit just to be rid of Team Rocket!" he looked down his nose at me, and it was my turn to be angry.
"Sir!" I said, barely able to keep a cover on my temper, my adrenalin racing though my veins as if it were a Rapidash, "I respectfully say that I wouldn't go flying into the Dragon's face as you put it! I would use guerrilla warfare! And If I got caught, then so be it as long as I take more of them down with me! I've heard about Team Rocket's atrocities! I know how Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower, and Brock Slate went up against them right outside of Viridian! I was there! And somewhere, I don't know where, they're out there! Not captured by Team Rocket I know that much! That Pikachu's of Ash Ketchum's, that was the only thing that kept all three of them from capture!" I said, feeling my face start to grow hot, "What TV cameras and reporters never knew, what nobody knew besides me, Team Rocket, and those hardy souls know, is that Pikachu and Brock Slate kept Team Rocket at bay, Brock actually fighting the Pokémon himself, so that Misty could get Ash away! I also know that Gary Oak's dissapearance is not a coincidence! He pulled all three, four including Pikachu out of a very sticky situation! The only thing that kept them from capture, however, was those Team Rocket Members, Jessie, James, and Meowth! They made their bumbling way into the battle, disrupted it accidentally, and that let this Brock fellow and Pikachu get away! And I will do whatever I can do find Gary, Ash, Misty and Brock, and bring them back and defeat Team Rocket, I mean if I only have my two fists, I'll get in there and get them back! And I'll whack whoever is in charge of Team Rocket with my own two fists, and I'll get there, even if I lose my arms and legs, and have to wriggle across red hot coals for thirty miles!" I stopped and took a breath, waiting for what was to come. I was taking an awful chance, for these people might just be Team Rocket, or, if they weren't, they might just let me go home. I was not prepared for what happened next.
The girl stepped forward, shoved me out of the way and put her hand on the handpad. Suddenly it glowed, and she turned it to to the left at ninety degrees, and suddenly, I felt my stomach come up to my throat. We were going down, and fast. My heart sank. I had fallen in with Team Rocket, and now I was going to be a prisoner, and I'd never be able to see Kanto free.
The old man came forward, and he said, with a twinkle in his eyes, and a big old open mouthed grin, "That is exactly what I wanted to hear, but forget doing it with just your fists, if you accept my offer, then you'll have part of an army to command!" with that, he made a grand, sweeping motion towards the doors, and I noticed that the descent had stopped. I turned and looked through the doors.
Through the door, I could see a huge cavern, it had to be about a mile high, and about three miles high. Hundreds of Ampharos stood in the cavern, flashing out as much light as they could, and three other Ampharos standing next to each them. Golems, Clefaries, Clefables, Wigglytuffs, Geodudes, Gravellers, Sandslash's, Diglett's, and many other cave, ground and rock type Pokemon hurried about. And despite the cavern's size, it was filled with Pokemon. Some of the other types that were running about were the Nido families, a few Pikachus, one or two Raichus, and there, in the center of it all-I rubbed my eyes to see if I was dreaming. But no...what I saw was really there. Sitting on a raised platform in the perfectly circular cavern, stood Mew, with Suicine, Entei, and Raikou. Four Pokemon said to only exist in legend, but now standing here in front of me, in the flesh! My jaws dropped, I turned to the old man, my eyes wide open and my jaw hanging straight down.
The Professor was walking slowly towards the door, and chuckled, saying in a low tone, "Welcome, Tyco Sanders, to the land of the free. To the Halls of The Tribes."
btw...I have 7 parts done, but if you have a suggestion for something that Tyco should do, I'll see if I can add it in! Flames are welcome, as long as you put them in reviews so that it looks like I have more reviews...:p
I'll consider what you flame if you have constructive critiscism...if you don't like something, please don't say, THIS SUCKS! then don't give a suggestion on how to fix it...and, alas, I think it sucks that some people don't write faster...how do we fix this? the All-Powerful REVIEW button!!!
-_^
ON TO THE STORY!!!!
I whirled around, looking the doors over, and found no knob, no lock, no nothing that I could see but a hand pad in the exact center of the door. On either side of the door stood two Nidorinos, and they were eyeing me warily.
Turning, I found myself in a chamber that looked like the vault to some kind of bank. With heavy steel walls on all sides of me. Glancing around, I found that the only Pokemon in the room besides the Nidorinos in this room was an Abra, and its eyes were open, gazing at me intently.
Suddenoly, it changed its gaze to the old man, and he came forward and took me by the arm. "Young man, I'm sorry that I did that to you, but before I do anything, I have to ask you a question. Since you're a Pokemon Trainer, you have a Pokemon right? What is it?"
I glanced around the room, and saw that the Nidorinos had relaxed. "Well, sir, I just got my License just a few days ago. I'm not joking. If you doubt me, you can have that little Abra over there probe my mind,and you'll see that I'm telling the truth. Well, sir, I've never been a person to leave home much for anything, but I have gone camping several times, and I am well aware how dangerous the Pokemon are. Several times, I've managed to hold off two Beedrills at once, with only a couple of long, thick sticks. I bought a few pokeballs and came into this here forest with the intentions of finding some Pokemon as I came. So far I haven't found any that I would want, that is to say, I've found Kakunas and Beedrills, Metapods and Butterfrees, and Raticates and Pidgeottos, but I've always wanted to raise one from its first stage, and so I haven't caught one, and I would like to catch one so that I can catch others and teach that no good Team Rocket a lesson!" I was almost to the levelof shouting when I stopped, I looked at the girl, and she was just staring. Then a grin slowly spread across her face, I glanced back at the old man and he was frowning at me.
"And just what," he began in a tone that said that he disapproved, "do you propose to do about them? Yes, they are a problem to the society, a burr under the saddle, or a thorn in the side if you will, but what would YOU do if you had to do this all by yourself? An all out attack?" he snorted, his tone rising, and his eyes flashed, "Son, listen to me, I've known men to throw themselves in the dragons face, so to speak, trying to defeat Team Rocket! They all have been killed, tortured, captured and have never been seen again, unless they've escaped! And some of the stories that I've heard would make you want to go to another planet and become a hermit just to be rid of Team Rocket!" he looked down his nose at me, and it was my turn to be angry.
"Sir!" I said, barely able to keep a cover on my temper, my adrenalin racing though my veins as if it were a Rapidash, "I respectfully say that I wouldn't go flying into the Dragon's face as you put it! I would use guerrilla warfare! And If I got caught, then so be it as long as I take more of them down with me! I've heard about Team Rocket's atrocities! I know how Ash Ketchum, Misty Waterflower, and Brock Slate went up against them right outside of Viridian! I was there! And somewhere, I don't know where, they're out there! Not captured by Team Rocket I know that much! That Pikachu's of Ash Ketchum's, that was the only thing that kept all three of them from capture!" I said, feeling my face start to grow hot, "What TV cameras and reporters never knew, what nobody knew besides me, Team Rocket, and those hardy souls know, is that Pikachu and Brock Slate kept Team Rocket at bay, Brock actually fighting the Pokémon himself, so that Misty could get Ash away! I also know that Gary Oak's dissapearance is not a coincidence! He pulled all three, four including Pikachu out of a very sticky situation! The only thing that kept them from capture, however, was those Team Rocket Members, Jessie, James, and Meowth! They made their bumbling way into the battle, disrupted it accidentally, and that let this Brock fellow and Pikachu get away! And I will do whatever I can do find Gary, Ash, Misty and Brock, and bring them back and defeat Team Rocket, I mean if I only have my two fists, I'll get in there and get them back! And I'll whack whoever is in charge of Team Rocket with my own two fists, and I'll get there, even if I lose my arms and legs, and have to wriggle across red hot coals for thirty miles!" I stopped and took a breath, waiting for what was to come. I was taking an awful chance, for these people might just be Team Rocket, or, if they weren't, they might just let me go home. I was not prepared for what happened next.
The girl stepped forward, shoved me out of the way and put her hand on the handpad. Suddenly it glowed, and she turned it to to the left at ninety degrees, and suddenly, I felt my stomach come up to my throat. We were going down, and fast. My heart sank. I had fallen in with Team Rocket, and now I was going to be a prisoner, and I'd never be able to see Kanto free.
The old man came forward, and he said, with a twinkle in his eyes, and a big old open mouthed grin, "That is exactly what I wanted to hear, but forget doing it with just your fists, if you accept my offer, then you'll have part of an army to command!" with that, he made a grand, sweeping motion towards the doors, and I noticed that the descent had stopped. I turned and looked through the doors.
Through the door, I could see a huge cavern, it had to be about a mile high, and about three miles high. Hundreds of Ampharos stood in the cavern, flashing out as much light as they could, and three other Ampharos standing next to each them. Golems, Clefaries, Clefables, Wigglytuffs, Geodudes, Gravellers, Sandslash's, Diglett's, and many other cave, ground and rock type Pokemon hurried about. And despite the cavern's size, it was filled with Pokemon. Some of the other types that were running about were the Nido families, a few Pikachus, one or two Raichus, and there, in the center of it all-I rubbed my eyes to see if I was dreaming. But no...what I saw was really there. Sitting on a raised platform in the perfectly circular cavern, stood Mew, with Suicine, Entei, and Raikou. Four Pokemon said to only exist in legend, but now standing here in front of me, in the flesh! My jaws dropped, I turned to the old man, my eyes wide open and my jaw hanging straight down.
The Professor was walking slowly towards the door, and chuckled, saying in a low tone, "Welcome, Tyco Sanders, to the land of the free. To the Halls of The Tribes."