A thick double-pane glass stretching from corner to corner of the ship showed just how far technology can go. The sight on the other side was of stars and distant planets, but the closest object filled the vision of the given glass.
The soft orange chandelier illuminated the wooden floor and familiar furniture throughout the cozy interior of the vessel. A popcorn ceiling stained yellow through unknown causes and picture frames of history-changing people adorning the walls. It makes you forget how far away from home you really were.
A new eeveelution, unseen by the world at large, was the only one graced with this beautiful sight, a water-filled planet with lush green lining the few landmasses. Artificial lights turned to tiny specks in its half without natural light.
The eeveelution rested in a chair that overlooked the scene below. Its sky-blue feathers and neatly tuck-away wings revealed a bit of its true origin. It sat with its paws on the chair's arm and its head on top.
Behind the light blue eeveelutions sat a metal structure jetting out of the floor called a Gate. An orb at the center of the metal oozed a warm-colored gas. It fell to the deck and down the stairs leading to it, disappearing into the air when it reached the bottom. Three massive rings, all connected to each other, encompassed the orb. They all sat motionless on the X, Y, and Z plans. Though, that fact is only acknowledged and understood by the mathematicians and physicists who invented the Gate.
It was eerily still as the eeveelution waited for its guests to arrive. The clock on the wall read 2:44, though it was most certainly wrong since time was impossible to manage in space. Its eyes wandered aimlessly in sheer boredom as it expected visitors. Although it would only have to wait five more minutes.
The metal clamps holding the metal rings of the Gate released as the machine began. At first, it was a slow turning, but every second that passed added more speed to the material until it moved at blinding speeds.
After a small amount of time, two figures emerged from the machine. And metal gears slowed to a descend. It was a jolteon and a leafeon who walked out. They both wore a loincloth and leather satchel that showed off the technology they infused into their bodies.
The jolteon was the first to talk, but he spoke in a language the winged eeveelutions could only recognize, Poké.
"Good morning." It said, looking back from its seat. But the jolteon continued in his native tongue, presumably saying a similar greeting.
"Sorry, son, I don't speak Poké."
"Oh, sorry... Are you a Kian or something?" The Jolteon asked, now by the foot of the chair. He watched the planet below and wondered a silent question, where are we?
"yes, child." It answered. The leafeon retired herself to the island in the kitchen, where she could still hear and see them. She made a drink while the two chatted. The brief elapsed in the conversation brought the jolteons question to his mouth, more to fill the silents than anything.
"Why did you bring us here?" His eyes were kept entertained by the yellow lights of the cities below. It reminded him of a world he used to call home.
"Because I have a plan, and I want to see if you'll take me on it." The sky-themed eeveelution got out of its chair to grab some papers off of the nearby coffee table.
"What type of plan?"