Here's S1E2.
Eventually, Amber uncurled herself, finding herself alone and surrounded with darkness. She felt around her for a light, but before she found one, she saw a light from under a doorframe, and then the door in question pushed open, showing-
"Charmander? Squirtle?"
"Yep!" The Ghost/Dragon type hopped off of Squirtle's shoulders, then walked into the room. "Took us a while to find you."
Amber pushed herself into a sitting position, then looked around. From the other flat tables in the room, she guessed that it was a morgue of some sort, and from the look and feel of the simple clothes, she made the logical leap that they (who "they" was being a mystery) had thought her dead. ""Well, not that I don't appreciate it, but where's Bulbasaur?"
"Oh, she's going to go find us a boat so we can get off the island." Squirtle's voice was shockingly deep for her small stature.
"Alright, that's helpful." Amber swung her legs off the table-or at least tried, since her right leg was twisted inward and also strangely resistant to normal motion. "Well then. That's unfortunate."
"Stay here, I'll go find you something to walk with!" Before either Squirtle or Amber could say anything, Charmander had scurried out of the room.
"Before Charmander gets back," said Squirtle, "I just wanted to thank you. You saved both Bulbasaur and me, and I know Mewtwo used something that he found in your mind to help Charmander."
"I-Gah!" Amber pressed her palms to her eyes as if she could use them to press the headache out of her head. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember what happened in there, not really." Seeing Squirtle's curious look, she elaborated. "I can remember some things, but when I try to remember everything that happened-" she twitched, then scrunched her eyes closed- "it hurts too much to properly remember."
Squirtle nodded. "Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you didn't do it." She knelt, bowing her head. "I cannot pay back such a debt as I am now. I beg your permission to travel with you and grow stronger so that I may one day discharge my debt to you."
Amber blinked, then shook her head gently. "You don't have anything to pay back, Squirtle."
"Be that as it may, I still feel very much indebted to you for what you've done for me, and I would still like to stay by your side as a sworn retainer." She looked up, hopefully.
Amber closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. "I would be honored if you stood by me as a friend, Squirtle."
"Very well." Squirtle nodded sharply, then returned to her feet. "I shall do my utmost to be worthy of your friendship."
Charmander chose that moment to return with a bar of metal a few inches taller than Amber and tapered, with one end about the size of a nickel and the other with more or less double the diameter, or at least it would have been if it didn't end in a wide paddle. Trailing her was Bulbasaur, who smiled as soon as she saw Amber.
"Oh, good, you're awake." To Amber, Bulbasaur's voice had a distinct Scottish cant. "We've found a boat and got it ready to go once you're ready."
"Squirtle, did you try to swear yourself into her service?" Seeing the Dark-type nod, Charmander threw back her head and laughed. "Oh, Squirtle. That's so you of you!" Charmander patted Squirtle on her shell. "Never change."
Amber reached out her hand and the oar tugged itself gently out of Charmander's grasp, slowly and shakily floating over to her glowing with a blue-white aura. She took hold of it, then used it to brace herself as she dragged her unresponsive, twisted leg off the table, then dropped down. She managed to prevent herself from faceplanting, then took a few test steps to get her balance. "Thank you three for coming for me." A few more steps towards the door, and then: "Lead the way, Bulbasaur."
After about twenty minutes of Amber stumbling down the halls, the four of them managed to make it outside into the light of a new moon, after which time Amber was much more capable of balancing on her bad leg by dint of trial and error (mostly error), although she had eventually caught onto a more optimal method of moving on.
Another five minutes after that found them at the docks on what Amber vaguely remembered from another life (or perhaps this one) was probably New Isle or something like that. The boat that Bulbasaur had chosen wasn't particularly large, but it did have a cabin-like structure and an outboard motor while still being small enough that, if push came to shove, they could row it along.
Bulbasaur had, somehow, already made preparations to cast off as well as gathering enough food for the four of them for a week, which confused Amber.
"What do you know about psychometry?" the Psychic-type asked.
"Uh… Object-reading, right?" Seeing Bulbasaur nod, Amber blinked, then looked at the little Pokémon with newfound respect. "That's one hell of a talent."
Despite the inherent implausibility of a quadrupedal lizardlike creature with legs less than a foot long shrugging, Bulbasaur managed it all the same. "I guess, but it's not like I've had it for very long." Bulbasaur ambled off to check on the motor, leaving Amber standing, both impressed and confused.
Eventually, she shook off her indecision and went to go untie the lines keeping the boat secured to the dock, leaving one still tied for the moment.
With that done, Amber limped over to where Bulbasaur was checking on the engine, a fair few parts lying on the deck around her. "What are your orders, Cap'n?" she asked with a grin.
Bulbasaur huffed out a laugh. "You don't have to call me that, Amber."
The young woman in question shrugged. "I know I don't have to, but… well, comedic value is comedic value, and the readers want to laugh." She frowned as a thought struck her. "Hey, what about Mewtwo? Aren't we bringing him?"
Bulbasaur shook her head sadly. "He's too well secured. We're not… we're not strong enough, unless you can actually use your psychic power in combat. Even if we were, there's a storm coming, and I don't want to be caught still moored here when that gets here."
Amber made a curt gesture at a bucket, intending to send it flying across the boat to slam into the wall, but the most reaction she caused was to make it fall over and roll until it smacked into a bench and stopped. "Guess not," she drawled. "If only my leg wasn't all fucked up, then I might be able to keep up in a fight physically."
"Then we won't be able to get him out safely." Bulbasaur frowned. "Even if you could fight on a level with a Pokémon, we're not strong enough to keep up yet, not properly."
Amber closed her eyes, her jaw clenched, then opened them. "We'll get stronger, then we'll come back for him. Te lo juro, on the stars and the sun."
Bulbasaur nodded. "It was never in any doubt."
Amber nodded to her, then limped off towards the cabin, where Charmander was standing, back to her. "What're you up to?"
"Oh!" She jumped, then turned. "Amber, you startled me." She blinked a few times, then shook herself. "As for what I'm doing… well, to be honest, I'm just killing time." She shrugged. "Bulbasaur's got everything else taken care of, so I figured I might as well look at what kind of tools we'd have to use in case we had to fix things, but I forgot that I wouldn't quite know what they'd do, so…"
"I mean, you had good intentions. If you want, I can help you with-"
"There are people coming!" shouted Squirtle, who was standing atop the cabin for some reason.
Almost immediately, Bulbasaur responded. "Not ready to leave yet! I need two more minutes!" Then, she turned back to the engine and started replacing the parts she had removed.
Charmander floated up, gauging the distance between the boat and the approaching group, then shook her head. "They'll be in range in just about that long. It's gonna be close if we want to get away without them seeing us."
"Well then, let's buy some time." Amber limped over the gangplank and then unlooped the last rope keeping them attached to the dock, then returned to the boat, pulling the gangplank aboard after her and then planting the oar she was using as a staff on the dock and giving a solid shove, which sent her falling backwards.
"Stupid bad leg," she growled, then pushed herself onto her knee and wrapped her arms around the hull. Thus braced, she shoved at the dock again, producing much better results this time.
The boat slowly drifted away from the dock. Unfortunately, the crowd was approaching faster than they were receding, and a few of them already had Pokémon out. As they watched, a Raichu and Magneton both sent bolts of lightning at them, but thankfully there was enough distance between the Pokémon and their targets that they missed, and Amber took the cover that the flashes provided to push herself to her feet.
Bulbasaur shouted "Got it!" just before they heard the engine roar to life, and the three that hadn't been adequately braced lurched as the boat nearly shot out from under them, but Charmander and Squirtle grabbed onto Amber's other hand and prevented her from falling over.
Hearing a CRACK! from the direction of the shore turned the heads of all four on the boat, and the shining of light reflecting off of something traveling in a parabola vaguely in their direction explained things.
"Great, railgun," Amber muttered under her breath. "Brace my leg!" she shouted, trying to gauge where the projectile would come down.
She felt both Squirtle and Charmander grab hold of her leg just below and above the knee faintly, as if instead of corporeal Pokémon they were helpful clouds of fog. Regardless of the sensation, she let her weight return to proper balance on her legs, then spun the oar in her hands as she had a quarterstaff in another body.
The particle approached, an almost comical whistling sound preceding it, and she twisted left, bringing her right hand and the blade of the oar, edge turned sideways so as to have the most leeway to smack the projectile, up in an arc that just so happened to intercept the projectile, which drilled most of the way into the oar and sent the three stumbling back, off-balance but alive.
By this point, they were too far from the island for anyone to hit them reliably, albeit not for lack of trying.
Amber plopped down on a bench, then brought the blade of the oar up to reveal what looked like a knife, if that knife had decided that it was entirely too heavy and had decided to resort to extreme measures to achieve slimness. With a blade more reminiscent of a rapier, it had a surprisingly complex crossguard, one decorated with what Amber would later recognize were primarily Steel-type Pokémon.
As she tugged on it to try and wiggle it loose, she brushed her thumb up against what she would later recognize as the eye of an Aegislash, and the blade shot out like a cat that had decided that it no longer wanted to be inside, thank you very much. As a consequence of this, a fair portion of the oar had been sheared off.
"Wow." After a moment, Amber pulled the now-rapier up, admiring its edge. "I think I'm keeping this."
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This late post is not something that is gonna happen super often, I was moving today and just now got set up.
I'm in the market for a content beta- the betas I currently have are pretty good, but they're less content and more form. If you're interested, hmu.
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