Question of the chapter: What do you think of the chapter in general?
"Since you told me your back story I will tell you mine. There are a few things you should know, first is I was not always a pokemon, and another is that even though my physical age is only fourteen I am actually two hundred years old."
""Really? How is that possible?" asks Veila.
"You will find out soon enough, now don't interrupt me. My backstory starts on a spring day two hundred years ago. I was having fun and developing my tree climbing skills when from the the top of the tree I see a somewhat large, black, triangular craft of some sort soar over the tree missing it by mere meters and landing in the nearby dead end. Being the curious kind I was I made the mistake of walking up to it and staring at it. I was reaching out to touch the thing when a previously unnoticed boarding ramp extended from the side of it revealing a pair of roughly humanoid beings that looked as if they had spent too much time in the tub as their skin was rough and wrinkled. I start running when one of them points at me and says something to the other, whom aims what looked like a futuristic rifle at me and let loose a volley of blue arcs one of which hits me square in the back knocking me out instantly while my mom can only scream in fear. The next thing I remember is waking up inside a busted cryogenics tube. I then quickly come to the conclusion that I was taken on board their ship and try to find the bridge which I do find eventually, but once I get there I realize I have no idea how to pilot the vessel so I take about a week to figure out the controls and manage to set a course to a nearby planet that happens to be the home of the aliens that kidnapped me. Once I get there they notice the state that the ship is in and while they are doing repairs they find me weak and exhausted in the bridge and decide to make me a slave, but one, Weequay as I learned, takes me under his wing and teaches me everything he can about their language, how to use their tech, etc. which proves to be the downfall of the space pirates, as I use their tech to destroy their base and flee after a year of being a slave. Shortly after I join the new Republics exploration branch where I meet and fall in love with a Selonian whom you have meet, Sira. I was just sent to explore the unknown regions when I encountered an anomaly that nearly killed me if Palkia hadn't appeared and teleported me and Sira out we would have died when the reactor went critical," I continue.
"How did you find out that you were asleep for 200 years?"
"After I learned to read their language I found the same ship that brought me here and simply read the logs."
"Well if you are 200 years old then that means your family lived their lives missing you."
"I try not to think of that," I say starting to cry, "because every time I do I get like this."
"It's okay life goes on, and besides you got me," she says giving me a hug.
"Thanks," I say solemnly
"I know just what will cheer you up," she says seductively.
"What?"
"This," she continues and emphasizes with a long kiss.
"I didn't know you were french," I say after she stops.
"What do you mean?"
"It makes sense that a french person would give a french kiss like that."
"Oh so you are flirting with me."
"Yes! You are so clueless sometimes."
"Hey, it takes one to know one."
"One what?"
"One clueless person."
"Hey, not fair!"
"What's wrong, you say it all the time."
"We are arriving at Castelia city prepare to exit," says the computer over the PA.
"Aw, We were just about to have fun," complains Veila.
"We were?"
"Yes we were sweetie," she replys in a strangely seductive tone as she starts to, rather quickly, head towards the gang plank. Forcing me to nearly run to catch up.
"What was that all about?" I ask when I catch up.
"What was what about?" she asks innocently.
"What you said before you left."
"Oh that, it was nothing," she says quickly departing.
"Oh I think 'twas more than nothing," was the thought that ran through my head as we went our separate ways.
The following night….
I get woken up by a call telling me to report to the briefing room for a meeting, "But 'tis only three in the morning," I groan as I drag myself out of bed and to the briefing room where a whole committee is gathered.
"Greetings Zach we are glad t-" starts the leader of the committee.
"Just get to the point I don't like being woke up at three in the morning for nothing," I interrupt.
"On the contrary it is very important. There are reports of an unknown criminal organization working on Route 4 and you are to go and investigate."