Hey guys, here's the Captain with a new update. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as this one. We get to see the first OC I have chosen for the story with others to follow later down the road. Check the bottom author's note for info on the OC situation. So now without further delay, let's get to the chapter.

Bold- TV/Radio/PA Systems/Megaphones etc.

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Dameon gave a gasp for air as he bolted upright in his bed. His hands started feeling for his wounds that he received, but found none. The only evidence he had of a wound was the scar from the Dragon Claw attack. Thunder rumbled outside and made him jump in surprise. Spring thunderstorms were just another thing that everyone in Oklahoma was accustomed to. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. His heart felt as though it would burst free from his chest. Dameon ran his hands through his hair as he attempted to calm himself down.

"Jesus Christ, again with that damn dream!" Dameon thought.

He felt something stir to his left and looked to see Chelsea sleeping peacefully. Dameon envied her for being able to sleep with ease. A small smile worked its way across his face as he looked down at her. Her brown hair fell just a little past her shoulders and her chocolate brown eyes we closed. She had an athletic body which gave her a curvaceous figure. To top it off, her bangs covered her forehead and she had a small button shaped nose. Dameon gently drove his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. She must have been able to sense it since she smiled at his touch.

He turned to his bedside table to look at the time. The clock read midnight and Dameon gave a sigh. This was the third time this week that he woke up from that dream. Nowadays he feared to sleep. No matter what he did, he would always have the same dream of that mission that he almost perished on. He resulted to coping with this in something he was not proud of, but it worked for him. For the past two years when he would wake up from the dream, he would go down to the kitchen and start drinking until he passed out. That was the only method for him to sleep dreamless for the rest of a night.

Dameon got out of bed and quietly tiptoed his way into the hall and to the kitchen. A flash of lightning would illuminate the halls and create silhouettes from the trees outside. As he neared the kitchen a loud clap of thunder shook the house and lightning revealed a shape that took the outline of a Garchomp. Dameon stopped dead and his heart rate immediately became jacked. He gripped the wall tightly to force himself to move. His legs felt as though they had anchors attached when he continued to the fridge. His hand shook as it rested on the fridge's handle.

Pulling open the door, his eyes scanned for some form of strong alcohol that would help knock him out easier. Finding none, he closed the door and cursed to himself. He walked over to a wine rack beside the cabinet and resumed his search. His eyes fell on half a full bottle of rum. This would do the trick. He waltzed over to the living room and plopped down on his recliner, his dog tags giving a small jingle. Dameon opened the bottle and took one long swig. The foul taste entered his mouth and ran down his throat. He shook his head as he gave a shiver.

As he continued drinking the rum, he felt himself becoming more relaxed as the alcohol began to take its toll. His mind began to drift off as he thought about his former squad. After their last mission was a failure, they were taken off of the active roster to be given time to recover. The Pokémon that they brought back from the freighter were kept and sent back to Fort Bragg after the mission was done. During that time, the team and the Pokémon were placed inside a facility to test the theory of being able to form a bond. It took time, but it worked. The first one to establish a connection with a Pokémon was Dean when he made the bond with the Feraligatr.

When the bond was formed, Dean told the group that he had an excruciating headache during the process. He went on to communicate with the Feraligatr through thought and oral communication. The way he described it was as though he was talking to a long lost friend. Turns out both of them had the same personality as well.

The next to form a bond was Langdon and the Alakazam. Both of them seemed to communicate through thought more than speech. Langdon had been withdrawn from everyone after the failed mission. None of them knew why, but David believed it had to do with the fact that he almost died alongside failing the mission. He had also become colder towards them.

David was the third one to make a bond with his Pokémon. Just like Langdon and Dean, he went through the same process as he made the connection with the Infernape. They both got along well as they continued to communicate.

Dameon, however, was not successful when he tried. In fact, Dameon was almost petrified when he was in the Garchomp's presence again. He ended up sitting there and just looked the Garchomp straight in the eye. Despite Dameon's attempts, he failed to even get the Garchomp to do anything. The scientists that were observing the group deemed Dameon unable to unlock the A-Gene and removed him from the program. It just went downhill for Dameon from there. He was given a psychological exam to test his mental state and he failed that miserably as well. The doctors diagnosed him with a severe case of Post-Traumatic Stress and informed his superiors about it. Dameon was discharged honorably and finished his service two years earlier than he was supposed to.

Dameon was now beginning to doze off as he finished the last of the bottle in one gulp. He set the bottle beside the chair and reclined back. As his eyes became heavy with sleep, he thought about his team again. Dameon hadn't talked with them in over a year. Last he heard, Langdon was still in Delta Force and advancing with his training and making more progress with using his powers that he acquired after unlocking the A-Gene.

David and Dean finished their service and were discharged as well. David was apparently training in MMA in hopes to become a UFC fighter and even participated in a few matches so far. From what David said, he had won a lot of his fights via knockout, but Dameon was sure he got most of his wins through submission. David's confidence was high and mighty, so he would more than likely stretch the truth just a bit.

Dean returned to his home in Greensburg, Kansas. He was allowed to keep the Feraligatr as a gift for his years of service and the pair of them ran a successful bar. Apparently Feraligatr was the bouncer and kept things in order.

"I should give you guys a ring sometime." Dameon thought as sleep took him.

Sirens wailed through the night in New York City. A lot of cops were surrounding a building after receiving multiple reports about gunshots. Inside the tall building, a young woman was searching through some files on a desk. The woman looked around twenty years old. She had light cocoa skin and bright hazel eyes. Her long brown hair that was curly was now being held in a tight waist length pony tail and her bangs were swept to the left side of her face. She had an hourglass figure but it was concealed by her clothes. Her clothing consisted of a sleeveless maroon hoody that covered her black tank top, beige short shorts, black ankle length combat boots, black fingerless gloves and black rimmed goggles that rested over her bangs.

"Damn-it, where is it?" She asked.

The woman was none other than detective Michka Morre. She had been acting undercover as a criminal for the past month to trace a lead she got about a possible laboratory that was practicing experiments with the A-Gene. The laboratory was in league with the U.S. Government and trying to create the super soldier. Michka was assigned this mission and left her home city of Verdanturf Town to investigate. Her job was to work from the shadows and help prevent other governments from creating super soldiers. Even though Michka unlocked the A-Gene herself, she knew the damage it could cause if it was accessible to everyone and using it with soldiers would definitely make things worse.

Michka's hands flung papers left and right as she searched for any file that would be relevant to what she learned. Before she took out all of the guards in the room, she heard information about a testing lab with the A-Gene out in the middle of the country, although she was not able to catch the name of the state. Looking at the situation before her, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"This is really going to blow. I'm definitely asking for a raise when this job is done." Michka muttered.

"We have the building surrounded! Come out with your hands on your head and drop all of your weapons!" An amplified voice sounded.

"Like hell I will."

A groan came from the floor in front of the desk where Michka was standing. Her eyes fell upon the boss of the criminal gang she managed to deceive until now. She walked over to him and kneeled down.

"Well, you're still conscious?" Michka asked. "Huh, should've punched you harder. Still, I should give you some credit. You're one of the first normal men to endure one of my hits."

"What kind of psychotic bitch are you?" The man gasped.

"The kind that'll do everything and anything to succeed. Now are you going to tell me where that lab is or are we going to have to play for a bit?"

The response she got was a firm slap to the butt. Michka's mouth moved up in a smirk as she received her answer and pulled out a Pokeball. She threw the Pokeball towards the door and it opened to reveal a Rhyperior. It gave a loud roar and Michka smiled lovingly at her partner.

"Terran, would you be a sweetie and guard the door while I deal with our friend here?" Michka requested.

Terran gave a nod and moved to the door, the floor shaking with each step he took. Turning to the downed man, Michka straddled him and leaned down to his face. She rested her hand over her knife that was embedded in the man's leg.

"I guess we're playing then, eh?" Michka smiled. "Well, I guess this is a bad time to tell you…"

She gave a hard twist on the blade in his leg and got an ear piercing scream in return. Michka lowered her lips to his ear and her playful demeanor vanished.

"I like it rough." Michka hissed. "Now, which fucking state did you say the laboratory was in?"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you! Just stop twisting that damn knife!" The man begged.

Michka stopped turning the knife and crossed her arms as she glared down at the man. The man swallowed in anticipation and took a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

"The facility that the A-Gene is being tested at is an old base in Nevada. I've got the location in my pocket." The man informed.

"Thank you, you've been most helpful." Michka sneered.

Michka pulled out her concealed Glock 19 and slammed it against the man's head. Once the man was out cold, Michka looted a folded up piece of paper from his front pocket. She stood up and waltzed to the window and could see a lot of cop cars at the base of the building. Thankfully, she had a contingency plan to deal with this. She walked over to Terran and hugged him.

"Terran, we need to go to plan b. Get ready to use Earthquake." Michka informed.

"As you wish, mistress." Terran nodded.

Outside the building, officers were preparing to storm the building and arrest everyone inside. They didn't see anyone appear in the window and figured that they must have taken shelter near the center of the building. The Captain was about to order his men to break in and start clearing the building, but stopped after hearing a loud crash. Everyone looked up to the top of the building and could see a thick dust cloud pushing out. They watched in shock as another loud crash came, and then another and another. The building was collapsing from the top and to the ground level.

"Fall back!" The Captain yelled.

The cops started to bolt to a safe distance to avoid getting crushed by any of the falling debris or the building itself. After long last, the building was nothing more than a mountain of rubble and a thick cloud of dust filled the area. The cops swarmed back to the building and started to dig through the rubble to find anyone that was buried.

Meanwhile, deep underneath the rubble, Michka and Terran were running through the sewage passages. Michka was currently grinning broadly with the success of the plan and the information she retrieved. She stopped and hopped on top of Terran's shoulders as he continued running through the foul smelling tunnels. Michka pulled out a small flashlight and observed the information on the paper. Her eyes fell upon numbers and she grimaced as she would have to decipher the location.

"Of all the luck," Michka muttered, folding the letter. "Well, I'd better shag ass. These guys probably have a communication window and if it's missed, they'll most likely know something's up."

Terran came to a stop after running for almost a mile. Michka smiled and wrapped her arms around Terran's neck in a loving hug. She hopped off Terran's back and returned him to his Pokeball.

"Thanks so much for your help, Terran. Take a rest, okay?" Michka thought.

"You're welcome, mistress." Terran thought.

Michka attached Terran's Pokeball to her waist and began ascending the ladder to the surface. If Terran stopped in the right spot, she should be near her vehicle. When she reached the top, she lifted the lid to the scan her surroundings. Not seeing any cars, she pushed the lid off and climbed out of the disgusting tunnels. She placed the lid back and started to walk to a side alley. Pulling out a pair of keys, she started to run to the end of the alley. At the end of the alley sat a motorcycle and a grin spread across her face.

"Nevada, here we come," Michka said, sitting on the bike.

She turned the key and the bike roared to life. Michka brought her goggles down over her eyes and brought the kickstand up. She gave the bike a few revs and floored it out of the alley and into the street. The motorcycle hummed as it sped up to the bridge to take her out of the city.

(Dameon's POV)

I was standing in darkness and could see nothing. I scratched my head as I tried to recall the events that led me here. First I woke up from the dream, and then I went to the kitchen and once again drank myself to sleep. Crap, Chelsea won't be happy to see what I did. Shaking my head, I began to think of how to break out of this dimension. That's when I heard something. It sounded like a voice. Not a voice that I was familiar with, but it felt as though I knew who it was. Looking around to find the speaker, I heard the person speak once again. This time, it was clearer.

"Master, is that you?" The voice asked.

"Master? What are you talking about? I'm no one's master. Who are you?" I replied.

"You know who I am, master."

"I'm not your master, buddy. How are you talking to me?"

"You'll find out sooner than you think, master."

I jumped with a start and sat upright in my chair. This was an immediate mistake as my head gave a violent throb. The hangover was sitting strong and it would be here to stay for quite a while. My mind began to ponder what happened in my dream, but I couldn't come to terms with it. It must have been the alcohol that I consumed hours previously that caused the dream. My hands rubbed my temples as I tried to soothe the headache I was experiencing. Footsteps met my ears and I started counting down the seconds I had until Chelsea came to lecture me on my bad habit.

"Dameon, what are you doing out here?" Chelsea asked.

"I couldn't sleep," I replied, turning my head to her. "Fuckin' hell, my head is killing me."

"Well that's what happens when you drink half a bottle of rum in the middle of the night."

"Good point."

Chelsea sighed and climbed into the chair and caressed my face. I gave a groan as I leaned into her touch. My hangover felt as though it was lessoning and it seemed like it vanished the moment she pressed her lips to my forehead.

"Dameon, I thought you said you would stop with the drinking?" Chelsea probed.

"I know, I know. I've tried, but I can't stop. No matter what I try to do to replace the drinking, it's not enough to help me cope with that memory. At least when I drink I can find peace to sleep." I replied.

"Well, that's why I took the liberty of presenting you with this option."

Chelsea pulled out a small card and I read it. It was a phone number for a therapist and I frowned at seeing that. I knew that Chelsea wanted me to go see this guy and discuss my problems with drinking to handle the PTSD. My eyes looked at into hers and I saw that she was worried sick. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

"Okay, I'll go see him today." I agreed.

"Thank you, Dameon. I also have a surprise for you later as well, but it'll have to wait until you get back." Chelsea smiled.

She got up and walked into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast. Probably something greasy to help ease my hangover and cheer me up. Chelsea hated seeing me down in the dumps and she would do everything in her power to improve my mood. I definitely could not ask for a better girlfriend.

Well, that's the chapter guys. I hope you enjoyed this one just as much as the last one. Now I'm still taking OCs for the story and there's still room for plenty more. I need some bad guys here as well, all the OCs that I've received are good guys and while that's good, I can't have all good guys. I need some evil mother fuckers. Anyway, like I said, OC submissions are still open so send them in if you haven't yet. One more thing about the OCs, if or when your OC shows up, be sure to tell me if you feel they are OOC.

OCs Introduced:

1.) Michka Morre (FiammaJoule)

Story Shoutout:

"Time of Courage" by FiammaJoule: This story is becomming one of the new stories that contain people with Pokemon powers/souls. It's extremely interesting and the first chapter alone was enough to get my attention and I'm sure it will be of interest to a lot of you readers as well. Just updated on 8/3/2012.

Types that have been applied for that aren't my characters. I haven't made any decisions yet on who's in or not.

Grass-

Fire-1

Water-

Electric-2

Flying-

Dark-4

Poison-

Dragon-

Bug-

Fighting-1

Rock-

Ground-2

Steel-2

Ghost-

Ice-1

Psychic-1

Normal-1