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Timeline – 2 months
Chapter 11: Storm stars: VS Slugma
"Okay, Venus, Sleep Powder!"
Venus yawned as spores drifted from her flower and doused the attacking pokemon, causing it to fall asleep.
Ash enlarged a poke ball and threw it at the Slugma.
Slugma was, caught.
"Good work," Ash applauded happily. He posed, even though there was no one around. His pokemon chuckled amongst themselves.
He seems happy.
Yes, he does. He probably is. I can't wait until the championships!
Me too!
Think he misses the other trainer?
Maybe, but he's doing a good job of distracting himself. These things take time, after all.
Too true…
Ash grinned, as he collected the poke balls. He was working on the pokédex again, nearing a hundred and thirty.
Oak was happy that he remembered once in a while.
"Well, one more new one today." Ash said, transferring the pokemon.
"Ash, wait." Oak said. "I have a few changes to make."
"Hm?"
"Type in this code." Oak rattled off a long role of numbers and letters, which Ash typed into his pokédex.
"My reserve only has a certain carrying capacity, unfortunately. So, I'm re-wiring your pokédex to override the number of pokemon you can carry. I can only keep a hundred pokemon at your house, and you have more, so to prevent overflow, you'll take the others with you."
"… Wow…"
"Ingenious, isn't it? Just data compression."
Ash winced a little at the professor's calling pokemon data, but hid it well. "Thank you, Professor-san."
"Nonsense, you've contributed a lot to my research. It's a gift."
"Really?"
"No strings attached." Oak promised with honesty.
Ash beamed and began transferring pokémon.
The newly arrived poke balls were not really poke balls, but flat disks that fit into a round green box with gold lines that also arrived.
Ash clipped the box onto his belt along with his poke balls after all the transfer was finished, and walked on.
How interesting.
What, Kadabra?
True, Oak is being very kind. I wonder what he's playing at? It could be dangerous…
Star yawned. Everything is dangerous.
You have a point there, but maybe I'm just cautious.
Maybe!
When another swarm of Rattata emerged, Ash took the chance to use some of his other pokemon. They could use some time out too.
"Haunter, Gengar! Use Hypnosis!"
The two newly arrived ghosts immediately began laughing as they put their opponents to sleep.
A few rattata charged, but just went through them.
Gengar cackled, showing his teeth. Haunter tossed the Rattatas around with hands that could be solid one moment and incorporeal the next.
That was when a blast of fire knocked into one.
"More slugmas?" Ash shrugged. "Okay, Poli, Lapras, Starmie, Golduck, Gyarados go!"
The psyduck from earlier had evolved into a seemingly elegant pokemon.
They all charged, water blasts quickly wearing down the rock/fire types.
Ash beamed, as Star and Kadabra joined with the rattata-hunting. In a few minutes, the area was clear.
"Great! Let's hit the Center."
A quick teleportation later, Ash was talking to the Saffron Nurse Joy.
"Why hello, Ash." She said. "My second cousin told me all about you."
"She did?"
"Said you had an excellent healing record.'
Ash blushed a little at the praise. "Thanks."
"Would you like to return to the medical work after your journey?"
"Maybe, it is very interesting."
"We'd love to have you." Joy said, handing back his poke balls.
"Thank you." Ash replied, smiling.
He rested that night at the center after paying the twenty dollars, and slept quite well.
No strange dreams or visions, luckily. Peace at last.
Elsewhere…
Lance smiled as dragonair flew back to him. "You took care of them?"
Dragonair nodded, pointing to the heap of fainted rockets and their pokemon.
"I can always count on you." The dragon trainer said, as he caressed his pokemon's face. "Always."
Dragonair beamed.
Lance smiled to himself. Soon, my friends… we can put our plan into action.
The valley full of dragon-types seemed to smile.
Aerodactyl flew over, scanning for intruders. None.
Good. This is a sacred area.
True…
From a cave, Lugia watched his chosen dragon master go about the business of daily life, healing.
Power to heal and I have given you the power to destroy. You are a force to be reckoned with, my Chosen.
Rayquaza blinked at Lugia. You sure?
Sure.
How?
I'll tell you some other time.
End Chapter
Started 3/6/04, completed 3/10/04