Chapter 11
A/N: I didn't expect the plot for this chapter came to me this quickly.
I rather people enjoy the story than wasting time reading this A/N, so on with the story.
Disclaimer: All characters, plots, etc belong to their rightful owners.
Commander Ellen Salium's airship was speeding towards the Sootopolis Ocean, locked on its coordinates. Everyone on the ship was on high alert, prepared to intercept anyone who came their way.
Suddenly, the computer on the commanders booth beeped. Everyone jumped. It was a message, from Cyrus. Trying to prevent himself from shaking in fear, Ellen pressed the touch screen to open the new window. Commander, no, Director Dreffag's face filled the screen. His voice was cold, like ice, as usual.
"Commander Salium, where are you going now?" asked Cyrus.
"To finish my next errand, given by the Director," he lied. Ellen was careful not to betray the fact that he knew the change of Directors. He was also thankful for the training at lying he had while he was a child, especially to his younger sister.
"There has been a change of control, I am the Director now. Galaxian transferred his full power to me. You are to change course and return to base. Do I make myself clear?" said Cyrus matter-of-factly.
"What?! Y-you are the new Director? But that is--" Ellen tried to sound surprised.
"...impossible. Yes, but I hope that you would respect the Director's decision," finished Cyrus.
I know damn well who do I respect, you traitor, thought Ellen.
"Yes, sir," said Ellen, sounding skeptical.
"My computer here shows that you are headed towards Sootopolis City."
Ellen started. He had forgotten about the automatic tracker that had been installed in his ship. Cyrus would know where they had gone if the tracker was not disabled. If only I could tell Asly to reprogram the tracker, thought Ellen silently. Suddenly, Asly's hand flew across the computer keyboard. Asly's computer flashed a message—Tracker reprogrammed. He felt thankful yet puzzled. When did Asly knew how to read minds?
"Commander?"
"Yes? Sir?"
"Come to base immediately," Cyrus repeated.
"Yes, sir."
The windows screen closed. Ellen watched his computer monitor. They were seemingly heading towards Sinnoh. However, the other screen monitor that displayed the results of the Team Elphar secure private satellite showed that the ship was still staying on course. He breathed a sigh of relief. Next, he called out to Asly.
"Asly?" asked the commander.
"Yes? Sir?" said Asly.
"How did you know that I wanted you to reprogram the GPS monitor?"
"Your voice came to my mind, sir," said Asly truthfully.
"Hmmm, strange, could I really be…" wondered Ellen.
Meanwhile, at the Team Galaxy team base…
Cyrus was suspicious about Commander Salium. Granted, his childhood friend seemed to be lying about their motives. He watched the GPS monitor on Team Elphar's Mothership again. They were flying towards the Sinnoh Region now. However, it did not calm his beating heart. He pressed the intercom in his room.
"Grunt?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Dispatch two small air frigates to locate Team Elphar's Mothership."
"Yes, sir."
The Team Galaxy Director released the intercom button.
"Sooner or later we'll know where you're really are, Sally Ellen," thought Cyrus.
"Solaris, we need to talk," said another voice in his mind.
"Yes? What is it?"
"About emotions. I trust you knowing that emotions are useless things, created by the Foolish One for no apparent reason, except to foil the plans in creating a perfect world."
"I really don't know where you are going with this."
"Oh? Love is also a kind of emotion, a very useless emotion."
"I knew that."
"Of course you knew, then why, of all things are you still thinking about that blonde-haired woman?"
"It's…complicated."
"No, my Dark knight, it's not. Rid yourself of these emotions. Don't immerse yourself in it.'
"Yes."
"Good. Now we have a few Ones to dispose of."
XxXxXxX
Hoenn desert underground, Hoenn.
"Has she always been like that, Jarlo?" said Dawn, as they walked behind him through the tunnel to the other room.
"No, she was actually very cheerful. But she turned moody after her mother left," Jarlo seemed at the brink of tears. Dawn stopped asking.
"Here we are," said Jarlo. He pushed open another door.
They saw a person in the discussion room. The person was a male, looking in his late teens. He had a head of sleek black hair and blue eyes. He was also holding a small device in his right hand.
"Ah, hello! So, Jarlo, are these young people the Ones?" his tone was cheery.
"Yes, Bryan."
"Anyway to prove it?"
"These two teens," Jarlo jerked his thumb at Ash and Dawn, "heard the Lyrical Desert Song."
"Hmm, could you repeat it for me?" said Bryan to Ash.
Ash wanted to say he had forgotten about the lyrics of the song, but when he opened his mouth to speak, the song came out instead.
"The ones have come. Let us rejoice. For the land will be rid of insanity from greed and power," said Ash. He looked surprised.
"Good enough. Jarlo, why are they looking like disheveled bean sprouts that did get enough sleep, eh?" It's true. Ash, Dawn and Brock were starting to feel tired. The adrenaline from the excitement just now was starting to wear off.
"Well, those goons were after them again."
"Well then, they should get plenty of rest before we explain the whole thing to them, Jarlo. I want them to be at their top best performance by tomorrow."
"Alright, then."
"Oh, Jarlo, the icicle shard, meeting, now."
Jarlo called out for Carla to bring Ash, Dawn, and Brock to their rooms.
"Follow me," said Carla, as she walked in front of them. Ash and co. simply followed behind, grateful for some rest.
The next day…
"ASH! Wake up already!" yelled Dawn.
Seriously, that girl has mental issues, thought Ash, as he rolled to the other side.
"I do not have mental issues! Now get up!" shouted Dawn.
Dammit, Can't I get a decent sleep without someone screaming at me? thought Ash again.
"NO!" screeched Dawn.
Ash jumped awake as he realized something.
"Dawn, when can you read my thoughts?" said Ash.
"So now you—What? Me? Read your thoughts? Impossible! I'm not a psychic!" Dawn rolled her eyes.
"No, no, you really did read my thoughts. I thought that you were mental and that I prefer sleeping without someone shouting at me,"
"Really? Then…" Dawn did not manage to complete her sentence as Carla rushed in to inform them that breakfast was ready.
"Ooh, breakfast!" Ash changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and rushed to the dining table outside faster than a Linoone speeding on a straight path. He seemed to have forgotten about the conversation with Dawn a minute ago. Dawn and Brock, on the other hand, just walked to the place.
.By the time the two of them reached the place, Ash had already finished his share and was eyeing Dawn's share. The stone table yesterday was completely cleared of electronical appliances and in their place, a few plates of bread and curry. Dawn quickly finished it. Ash looked disappointed. Bryan came in to the room.
"Alright, if you please, all of you to the discussion room," Bryan said.
Everyone finished their breakfast and went to the other room. Jarlo was there, holding a huge tome. There was a metallic table in the center of the room that Ash, Dawn and Brock hadn't noticed yesterday. Somehow, Ash knew that it was going to be a long day.
XxXxXxX
Cynthia had been walking for two hours. The GPS monitor showed that she was only three meters from her destination. Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to shake. Cynthia acted instinctively. She took out her Garchomp, held on to it, and commanded it to fly high enough to escape the quake. They took off quickly. She escaped just in time to see a beam of white light shoot out of the ground. Garchomp circled around. The beam of light lasted eight full minutes. It abruptly stopped after that, leaving a black hole in the ground. It was big enough for a Wailord to enter.
Cynthia looked at her ViewCam. The monitor shows that the Ice Crown might be in there. No knowing what else to do, she and her Garchomp sped down the dark abyss.
A/N: Ice Crown, eh? Make your opinion known. Review.