Chapter 8 Cyrus

A/N: Thanks for Raichu and Froggiecool, my two beta readers. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Even though there are many similarities between the 11th pokemon movie and this fanfiction, the plot or otherwise fanfiction is not copied from the movie. All characters and locations belong to their rightful owners.

Ash and his newly met friend, Carla, walked from the battle field to the front reception counter where Dawn and Brock were standing. Brock was trying to flirt with a medium-aged woman without interference from Toxicroak. Minutes later, Toxicroak was dragging a paralyzed Brock across floor to the outside tunnel corridor. Ash and Carla watched on.

"Who was that?"

"Eh, one of my friends, actually. His name is Brock." Ash rubbed his neck shyly.

"Oh. Is he okay?"

"As long as Toxicroak is with him, he's fine." Ash waved his hand at Dawn.

Dawn watched the newcomer with much curiosity. "Who's that girl beside Ash?" she thought.

"Hey, Dawn! This is Carla, Jarlo's daughter," said Ash.

"Oh, that's who," she thought.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Dawn put her right hand out to shake her hand. Carla took it.

"Good to meet you too."

"Hello. Who's that?" Brock came limping to the group.

"Carla. Jarlo's daughter," said Ash.

"Hi!" said Brock.

Suddenly, a humming sound came out from Carla's belt pocket. She took the vibrating object out. It was a Hoenn Devon Pokenavigator. Ash saw one of these used by Max, his friend's brother, three years ago when he was completing his Kanto Battle Frontier Symbol quest.

She raised the cover and put it to her ear. Then, she apologized to them and said that she needed to get going. She did not say the reason. But what was sure was the frightened look on her face as she walked briskly out of the Battle Room.

"What's with her?" asked Ash.

"Yeah, remember Jarlo? He also acted like that before," said Dawn.

"Well, it is their private business so we can't get involved in it. Come on, let's get some sleep already," said Brock.

Little did they did they know how much involved they would be in their "private" business.

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Jarlo was still sitting on top of the tower. He had a brown bag beside him. He took out his Alakazam.

"Can you sense anything?" queried Jarlo.

Alakazam grunted a negative.

"Try harder, please."

Alakazam raised his spoons and tried sensing Aura energy again. At first, it picked up nothing. However, as Alakazam rotated its body slowly to the right, the spoons began to vibrate. Gradually at first, but it slowly gained power and Alakazam barely held on to it. It turned its massive head towards it trainer.

"Holy Flygon! Wait while I take out the ViewCam and headset." He stuck his hand into the bag and pulled out a black crystal ring and a pair of orange spectacles.

He attached the ring atop Alakazam's head and placed the spectacles on his eyes. He saw a huge aircraft hovering in the sky at about three kilometers away. Below it, a small aircraft manned by about five black-clad people was speeding their way towards the tower. Jarlo jumped to his feet and immediately threw the ViewCam and the black metal ring back to the bag. He asked Alakazam to teleport him back to the apartment. In his mind, he only thought of one thing—Get to the Ones. Now.

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The Tridruik shrine, Mountain Tridruik...

Commander Dreffag was escorting the Director to the shrine. His mind flashed back to the conversation earlier. It was not really a conversation really. More like sarcastic talking.

Galaxian came down from his aircraft flanked by eight bodyguards. Which were all Commander Dreffag's men.

"Ah, the director! Galaxian, nice to see you," said Dreffag, though the commander's heart was full of distaste.

"The shrine," said Galaxian. It was a statement.

"Eager, aren't we?"

Galaxian said three words. "The shrine. Now."

Commander Dreffag sighed dramatically. He knew that he himself (Dreffag) was indispensable to the whole team Galaxy. That's why he could afford to play with the director. But he could not arouse any suspicions. Yet.

"This way, sir."

"Good." They walked silently into the tunnel leading to the shrine.

Galaxian stood in a moment of wonder and utter amazement at the beauty of the shrine. Commander Dreffag would have too, if not his eagerness to control Team Galaxy. He casually pressed the button on shirt. Outside, every team member of Team Bretta received an encrypted voice message. It was read out slowly and clearly in their earphones.

"Now."

Instantly, every Bretta member took out their Pokemon and ordered them to knock out the members of Team Galaxy. A electronic jammer was also set up to prevent communications from the inside to the outside.

In the shrine, Galaxian was pinned down by his "bodyguards". He looked at Commander Dreffag with utter bewilderment.

"What is this? Treachery?" said Galaxian, as he struggled.

"No, just taking the liberty of controlling Team Galaxy," said Dreffag. "And please, Galaxian, call me by my name--Cyrus."

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Barely twenty minutes after they slept, Ash, Dawn, and Brock were shaken awake by someone. Well, actually, Ash was awoken by a strong Thundershock by Pikachu.

"What did you do that for?" asked Ash, who was trying to sleep after the battle with Carla.

"I asked it to wake you up. Apparently that was the fastest way to wake you," said Jarlo.

"Oh, hi Jarlo. I didn't see you there." Jarlo dismissed it with a wave of a hand.

"Why are we awake?" asked Dawn, rubbing her eyes.

"There's no time to explain." Jarlo was taking his Alakazam out.

"Quickly, hold hands or at least make physical contact with it!"

Ash felt a warm feeling as he held Dawn's petite hand.

"Alakazam, teleport!"

They escaped just in time before the Team Elphar's stealth team cut down the door. Silently, the team leader cursed under his breath.

"They must have teleported away," said the team leader as he gritted his teeth.

"Affirmative, sir. Sensors sensed psychic power used here a second ago. They seemed to have teleported to the desert, sir," said a grunt.

"To the desert. Quickly."

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A woman took out a secure communication device. She thought of the call she made just now.

"Hello? I want to talk to Galaxian."

"What? Who's Galaxian?" came the reply.

"Your director."

"Our director is Dreffag. Wait a minute, who are you?" but the caller had hung up.

The woman's heart was beating wildly, her worst fears had been realized. She has had a nightmare last night. And it was horrible, a sign of a terrible future. Galaxian has been overpowered.

Now, she had only one hope – Commander Salium.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER!! TURNING POINTS!! What's next? Review, please!