Team Plasma
Castle of N
Unova
April 21st, 2009
Mr. Rhett Justus
Undella town
Unova
Dear Mr. Justus,
This is to confirm that Team Plasma is offering you an position in Chargestone Cave. This employment will serve as an act to protect the Pokemon located in your positioned area.
• Position Title: Plasma Grunt RJ37
Wages: P$650 per hour
Physical address/location: Chargestone Cave, Unova
On behalf of the company, I welcome you to Team Plasma. Sincerely,
Zachary Stolic (ZS02)
I folded up the letter of acceptance and pushed it back into my uniform's pouch. Ever since I got it two years ago, I kept it with me as a good luck charm. It symbolized Rhett's goal.
In the memory of basically my brother, as well as to kill off Markus Carmoile(so no one could find me), I took the name Rhett Justus and have been living under that name since I came to Unova. Rhett was joking when he said I could take his name, but after learning he died in an explosion, I knew it was something that would please him.
Chargestone Cave was surprisingly light for a cave; the electricity running through the cave and glowing Pokemon lit the cave enough to go through without a flashlight or torch. I had been positioned there for two years, and while I had been offered other positions, I couldn't leave the cave.
There were several Pokemon who had grown fond of me in the cave. I didn't have the heart to capture any, and my only Pokemon in possession was a Scraggy. Meowstic was with Rhett during the explosion, so even if he was in a Pokeball, he wouldn't have made it. After that, I couldn't capture my own Pokemon, and the Scraggy I had belonged to Team Plasma; I'd get a different partner each place I worked.
I sat down, leaning my back on one of the rock formations. My normal Tynamo and Joltik visitors surrounded me, playing with sparks they created. Life in this cave was peaceful; I felt connected to the Pokemon. Each time I was here, I forgot about everything else.
One of the Tynamos, who I named Terry, shoved his way under my hand. When he got where he wanted, he lifted up my hand and rubbed against me, signalling he wanted to be pet. He shocked me, but it wasn't severe.
"You're always wanting attention." I said, petting the small Pokemon. Once he had his daily petting, he floated away to play with the other Pokemon. I laid my head back and close my eyes; I knew that these peaceful days would never have come if I hadn't joined Team Plasma, but the real Rhett wouldn't have been alone in his last moments.
I soon heard some footsteps coming from another side of the cave. I opened my eyes and peered as much as I could from where I was sitting. There was nothing in sight at first, but the Pokemon around me hid around the cave.
Suddenly, I saw a girl push her way out into my cave section, bumping on a rock nearby. The rock levitated and flew towards the rock I was sitting on, the static attracting the two together.
"Crap!" I yelled, grabbing as many of the remaining Pokemon as I could and jumped out of the way before I was crushed. When the rocks collided together, I managed to let a panicked sigh escape my mouth before I looked at that girl. She didn't seem to notice me.
The girl had long brown hair in a ponytail with simple clothes on; she didn't fall under any trainer classifications. She was frantically looking around the cave, the bag she was carrying stayed close to her side.
I let the Pokemon I was holding go before I approached her. "Excuse me, miss, are you-"
"Don't hurt me! I'm just looking for a Pokecenter." she threw her hands over her face and yelled before I could say anything. Upon closer inspection, I could see she had miscellaneous patches of dirt around her and some of her clothes were tattered.
"Easy. I won't hurt you." I then showed my own hands. She eyed me cautiously before standing normally, hands to her side. "You're trying to get out of the cave?" I asked to confirm.
"Yeah... I'm kind of lost." she replied. She shuffled her feet, not looking directly at me.
"What are you doing here, kid?" I asked. If she was so beaten up, was she interfering with other Plasma members? I would help her anyways, but I needed to know whether to charge her or not.
"I'm not a kid. And I'm just heading to the next town. You Plasma grunts are slowing things down a lot, though..." the girl quietly said.
"And you've been fighting with them?"
"They're picking fights with me and I almost lost completely. Go figure with so many of them." she finally looked at me. "All but one of my Pokemon have fainted. All I want to do is get out of here."
I clicked my tongue, listening to her plan. She almost looked annoyed at me despite her previous scared attitude. "Okay, let's go." I finally said, walking farther into the cave. She stayed in her spot, looking confused. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah." she quickly caught up with me, tagging behind like a Ducklet.
For a while, she quietly just trailed behind me. We were deep in the cave and the exit was still a bit away. I peered over my shoulder every once in a while to make sure she was following me.
I finally decided to ask her something. "What's your name, kid?"
"I told you, I'm not a kid," was all she said. I shrugged a little, still walking. "Why are you helping me?"
"Because it's the right thing to do? I'm a member of Team Plasma; I lookout for people and Pokemon." I said nonchalantly.
"All the other grunts wouldn't say that. They look out for Pokemon and themselves."
I stopped waking and turned to face her. She almost ran into me because of my sudden halt. "That's what you think?"
I wasn't angry, and more concerned for Team Plasma's image. Was this what everyone thought of us? "Yeah. I don't know what to think about you, though." she gave me a blank look as if the first point was obvious. I looked away from her to think about this. "White."
"What?"
"My name's White." she repeated.
"What kind of weird name is 'White?'" I chuckled a bit before saying my name. "I'm RJ37."
"Oh, gee, what kind of name is RJ37? It's darn tootin' strange if I do say so myself, yeehaw." White mocked me. I continued walking, gesturing her to follow me. "I know that's a code name; what's your real name?"
"Bimbo Jimmy." I replied.
"Yeah, okay. I believe that."
"It's against our code of conduct for others to know our names." I explained. She crossed her arms and started to walk beside instead of behind me.
"I figured, but I thought you'd actually tell me your name. You seem different from the other grunts." she explained her thoughts. I pulled off my uniform's hood and continued to observe her. I could say the same for her; she couldn't be classified as a specific trainer type, and what was up with her weird attitude changes?
"Okay, so if you're not a kid, how old are you?" I asked another question to tease her. She looked like she could be twelve or thirteen. I was very much mistaken.
"I'm seventeen."
I stopped walking again to look her over. "No you're not,"
"Why? Because I'm short beyond compare?" she said while pulling out her wallet. She then pulled out a card and showed me. It was her trainer ID card, and right on the bottom, it said she was sixteen when she got the licence one year ago.
"So you're a big little kid."
"Shut up, I'm sure you're not that much older than me."
"That's against code conduct, too."
White put the card back in her wallet and then the wallet back into her bag. "I figured that much, too."
"Okay, little miss big kid, the entrance is just down this path." I said. She looked a bit surprised.
"You're not coming?" she asked. I shook my head.
"I have to get back to my post." I explained. She shrugged her shoulders and started on her way.
"Thanks for showing me the way out." she said, her back facing me. I didn't reply and started walking back to my patrol area.
Rhett and I were seventeen when we were documented in Team Flare. I remembered the conversations we had that day, where Rhett was considering staying in Team Flare or leaving. It made me wonder if that girl had done anything she had regret so much.
I knew if I had tried to convince Rhett to come with me right away, he would have made it, but I chose not to.
A Tynamo floated beside me until I was back at my post.
Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter three.
I referenced the acceptance letter from this: .edu/files/CPT_Sample_Offer_
Rhett finally meets White, and there's much more to see.
I haven't figured out when I'm going to let a secret about the first Rhett fly yet, but I will eventually... For now, the present Rhett can continue wishing his bro was alive.