Turn 01: The First Pawn is Moved
Location: Nimbasa City
Time: 10:42 AM August 4th
Condition: Sunny
Moving quickly through the dark alleyways, four of the last surviving members of Team Plasma make a hurried escape from the vicious Rocket Grunts. Rosa the last surviving commander of Team Plasma leads them through the alleys in a desperate attempt to shake off their pursuers.
"So let me get this straight," One of the Plasma grunts started as they continued their escape attempt. "The plan was, get into Nimbasa, grab the Dark Stone, unleash Zekrom, and defeat Team Rocket. So please enlighten me, WHY AREN'T WE ESCAPING ON ZEKROM'S BACK?"
"The stupid thing won't work." Rosa told him.
"Great so we're all going to die for no reason." He grumbled.
"I think you need to be someone special like N." Rosa commented.
"Then why not give it to me?" Another Plasma grunt asked. Rosa gave him a funny look after he asked, "What, I'm special."
"Not even on the inside." The first commented.
"If you really think you can do it, go ahead." Rosa threw the Dark Stone at him.
"Thanks, see ya." The second grunt ran off to another alley off to the side.
Rosa stopped gasping. "What are you doing? Bring that back now!" Rosa barked at the insubordinate grunt.
"Commander, the Rockets." Not far away they could see the Rocket Grunts and their pokémon quickly gaining on them.
"Crap," Rosa muttered under her breath. "Everybody run!"
Riding down the street of Nimbasa on his bicycle with a Pupitar in a side car was Lelouch. He was on his way back home before suddenly hearing shouting and all sorts of commotion coming from a nearby alleyway. He stopped and frowned. He pondered on it for a moment. Handing the pupitar some berries Lelouch headed off to investigate. "Stay here. I'm going to go see what all the noise is about."
Walking cautiously through the alleyway he could hear shouting and battling. He wondered if someone was really having a pokémon battle in such a poor arena. Given the condition of most of these abandoned building it wouldn't surprise him if the building completely collapsed. He had to at least warn them.
He found the building and started into it. The sounds were coming from the second floor so he headed for the stairs. As he approached the noises grew louder, but he couldn't make out any words. There was a sudden blasting sound and a loud thud; it was like the sound of a body hitting the floor directly up the stairs.
A hand slouched over one of the steps dropping a mysterious black orb. Kling… kling… kling… the sound of the black orb rolling down the stairs towards him was quiet but for some reason it rung loudly in his ears as if the world was falling. Soon it practically at his feet and he came to a sudden realization. He started to reach down to grab it.
"It's just like the stories I was told as a child. This couldn't possibly…" Just as the tip of his fingers touched the surface of the Dark Stone it began to flare with a dark luster like the light around it was being consumed by it. A massive dark energy suddenly forced him to the floor.
When he looked up he could see a woman. She had fair ivory skin long black hair and dark green eyes, to say she was striking to the young Lelouch would've even begin to describe how she appeared to him. She wore a simple bodysuit made of a thin black cloth material.
"You're ideals are noble young trainer." Her voice rung in his mind but he could clearly see her lips were not moving.
"What is this?" Lelouch asked. "Who are you?"
"I am Zekrom." She reached out a hand to him as if to offer to help him up. "You're ideals give you strength and conviction that few others in this world possess, strength enough, perhaps, to make your dreams a reality. If you accept, I will give you the strength and power you need to shape the world with your ideals, but know that if you accept, you must fulfill a wish of my own as well."
Lelouch could hardly believe his eyes, his ears, his sanity, was this some sort of bizarre illusion, had he gone mad? She may have appeared to be magnificent but could this girl really be the legendary dragon pokémon? But once he hear her voice suddenly it all made sense. He could see the world he had envisioned so many times clearer than ever before, when she held out her hand to him, he could taste it. Somewhere deep in the subconscious part of his mind he knew he could trust her; she would be everything he needed to make his ideals a reality. Her head tilted ever so slightly as if concerned. "Do you accept?"
"Yes Zekrom," Lelouch agreed standing. "I accept your contract!"
He reached his hand towards hers and grasped it. He could feel his hand as if it was burning it was exhilarating and painful all at once until it reached his core. The power was then pumped from his heart all across his body. He could feel it coursing through his veins, empowering his very being. Letting go of her hand he looked at his own, it looked normal, but it twitched with the power he could feel surging out of every fingertip. He could feel all the pokémon in the city, their feelings and asperations. The euphoria he was experiencing was indescribable, was this how it felt to be a pokémon?
The moment ended when suddenly the woman before him flew over his head and across the room. He followed her with his gaze as she plummeted harshly to the ground limp as a bone. Standing behind where the woman stood was a Rocket grunt and his Kadabra. He put a fist on his hip before uttering, "I said move out of my way."
"Huh, a kid?" The grunt noticed Lelouch. "What the heck are you doing here?"
Lelouch could hardly hear him or feel anything other than the power surging through his veins right now so he decided to ignore him for the time being. Slowly more and more understanding of the powers just given to him began to seep into his mind, as if someone was telling him how to use it. Could that woman be in my mind telling me how to use it? He wondered.
"Hay kid, I'm talking to you!" the grunt shouted walking up and grabbing Lelouch by the collar of his shirt. "Didn't you see what happened to your pretty little friend lying on the ground over there?"
"Tell me."
"Huh?" The rocket grunt glared up at him. "Speak up, punk."
"How should a trainer live, who hates trainers?" A malicious grin grew on Lelouch's lips.
"Have you lost your mind?" The Grunt asked. "Kadabra show this punk what it means to mess with Team Rocket."
"No Kadabra, I know what's truly in your heart." Lelouch caught the Kadabra's gaze. "I command you, dispose of your master!"
The kadabra looked at Lelouch funnily before its eyes turned red. It hissed unleashing a psychic blast sending the grunt flying across the room. Lelouch smiled malevolently at the unconscious man before the kadabra snapped back to his wits. The kadabra looked at what it had done before fleeing the area.
"This power is incredible." Lelouch said looking into a nearby mirror. He could see that his eyes had been completely overtaken with blackness before it slowly began to subside into the corners of his eyes. He thought he saw something in the mirror before suddenly everything went black.
Lelouch awoke lying on the ground tied up; it looked like he was on the second floor of some building. His vision was still sort of blurred but lying on the ground nearby was a shattered poke-ball. Looking just to the left were two Rocket Grunts, one yelling at the other.
"What do you mean you don't know?" One shouted to the other.
"I mean, I don't know. One minute I'm practically waling on this guy, the next my Kadabra is gone, its poké-ball is in pieces, and you're yelling at me." The second shouted back.
Lelouch gasped for air, he couldn't move. How did this happen, he wondered to himself. The first grunt seemed to notice him gasping. "Well lookie here. The little punk's awake." The two of them approached him. The first put his boot on Lelouch's neck.
"Listen here. I'm gonna count to three and if I don't hear you yapping, I'm going to let my golbat here suck you dry." Lelouch finally noticed the golbat hanging from the ceiling just behind the grunts. He couldn't believe his ears, after everything he'd just been through, after what he just did, was he really going to die like this? He couldn't accept this, he wouldn't accept this. He had seen his ideal world, was he going to let that vision be simply that? He tried to bend the golbat to his will like he did the kadabra but nothing happened.
"One..."
"Two…"
Before he could finish the count down, a giant rock flew up from under the ground knocking the two grunts to the floor as the building rumbled. It wasn't a rock, it was the pupitar. It then performed rock slide by ramming a nearby wall and sending the ceiling falling a top the golbat knocking it unconscious.
"You came?" Lelouch was confused on how it got here and how it knew he was in trouble. The Pupitar then tore up his binds using crunch.
"Of course I came, you called didn't you?" he could hear an unfamiliar voice ringing through his head.
Lelouch's eyes widened. "Did you just talk?"
"Did you just read my mind?" the voice rang again in his head.
Concentrating his thoughts Lelouch tested this newfound ability. Using only his mind he said, "My name is Lelouch Vi Britannia, Pupitar, if you can hear me prove it by throwing one of these Rocket Grunts out the window."
"That seems rude. But if you insist." The voice said, before the pupitar threw one of the grunts out the window.
"So we can hear each other's thoughts." Lelouch deduced. "Interesting."
"I'd say so. I've never communicated with a human like this before." The Pupitar claimed. "Come to think of it, I've never communicated with anyone like this before."
Lelouch stood up and extended his fingers out. He could feel them, all the pokémon in the area, their strength, their typing, their nature, and their condition. There were hundreds of them; most of them were only in their poké-balls though. Walking over to the unconscious Plasma Grunt just in front of the staircase he noticed he was holding a Plasma style x-transceiver. He grabbed it. He was surrounded by at least dozen of rocket grunts; he needed an ally if he wanted to get out alive.
Bogged up against a wall were the remaining three Plasma Grunts fending off the current wave of golbats and raticates. Rosa had her Rapidash out while the other two had a Zebstrika and a Bisharp.
"Rapidash, use flame charge!" Rosa commanded as it stampeded through its opponents. The flurry of enemies suddenly stopped. This had been going on for what felt like hours. They would stop, regroup, and send in another wave of pokémon. It wouldn't be long now; she and her comrade's pokémon could only take so much more of this kind of beat-down.
"Hay, hand me a potion." One said to the other.
"All out." The other told him showing his empty bag.
"What happened to all our items, I thought we just went to the store." The first asked Rosa.
"We're out of funds." Rosa kept a slouched watch on the entrance to their little hole. "It wouldn't make a difference anyways, Cross was the one with all the items."
"Really?" the first whined. "You can't be serious, you trusted Cross way too much."
"I guess I did." Rosa sighed averting her eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry everyone, I messed up. I'm not like N, who just knows who to trust, I'm not strong or smart like other professional trainers. It was my idea to come here. You're both going to die because I was stupid."
"It's alright commander." The second put a hand on her shoulder. "You did your best. I'm sure if N was here, he'd be proud."
"Stand up!" A voice came from their x-transceivers. Rosa's ears almost thought it sounded like N's but that was more just wishful thinking on her part. "Their preparing for an attack."
Rosa looked at her transceiver, there was no visual but the contact read, "Cross." Her reaction was something like a mix between a gag and gasp.
"Cross, what the heck are you doing?" Rosa demanded.
"Sorry, my name isn't Cross; I think I stepped over him a while back though." The voice told them.
"Then who is this?" Rosa demanded.
"I don't have time to explain, but if you follow my instructions, I promise you'll make it through here alive." The voice told them. "Quickly, Volt Switch with the Zebstrika and then have the bisharp use follow up with night slash."
"Zebstrika, volt switch!" The second commanded his pokémon.
Suddenly from the entrance a Golbat flew in but was instantly K. by the Zebstrika's attack. Almost missing his mark as the Zebstrika retreated the first Plasma grunt gave out his order. "Bisharp, Night Slash!"
Leaping out of the entrance a Kadabra used psychic but the Bisharp was unaffected. The Bisharp then performed its night slash landing a critical blow on kadabra. The Kadabra fell to the ground unconscious. The three of them almost all gasped in unison. How could someone just know what pokémon their enemy was going to use like that, as well as know the perfect match-up from their team? "H-How'd you do that?" Rosa almost stuttered.
"Let's just say, I have my ways." The voice told them. Whoever it was on the other side, they were clever, devious but clever.
"What now?" Rosa was ready for any order.
Flying in on his Crobat Proton saw where his men were positioned. Swooping in Proton landed next to his direct underling and had his crobat perch on a nearby roof. "Where are they?" Proton demanded.
"They've escaped." The grunt let out before getting smacked to the ground by Proton. "Hay, what was that for?"
"First of all, I told you to follow them, and not engage. If they left the city, well then we'd have less possibility of a witness. When you decided to ignore my orders and engage them anyway I told you to make a perimeter around them and let them hide-out in there until I arrive. Then you decide to ignore my orders again and go in anyways. Finally you tell me you've somehow miraculously lost them? There are just four of them!" Proton almost looked like a demon on fire to the little grunt on the ground. "And now you ask me what that was for?"
"It's not my fault Proton." The grunt began to plead. "It was like they could read our movements. They knew what we were going to do before we did it."
"That would be miraculous if you weren't such a simple minded idiot." Proton told him. "Now get out of my sight before I sick Crobat on you."
"Right sir." The grunt stammered away.
"What are your orders, sir?" Another grunt walked up.
Proton sighed before looking at him. "Tell the perimeter guards to keep an eye out for anyone who could be Plasma. These idiots wondered right into the heart of our operations here in Unova without so much as a basic escape plan. They came in here for something, and I doubt it was for that lame theme park. I want them alive if at all possible."
"Yes sir." The rocket grunt nodded.
"One more thing." Proton stopped the grunt. "You know you're superior who I just shooed away."
"Yeah."
"Well congratulations, you now have his job." Proton told him semi-sarcastically.
"Does that mean he's been demoted?" The grunt asked.
"I don't care." Proton started to walk away. "Just make sure he has a nice funeral."
"Yes sir." He bowed before heading off to enact Proton's commands.
One of the Plasmas kicked down the flimsy door. "This store looks like it's been abandoned for years."
"That's because it has." The voice told them. "Change out of your uniforms and dispose of them someplace discreet. After that leave the city via the Castalia City Exit there is an abandoned house nearby the Desert Resort. Make sure you don't all go at once though. They'll be looking for a group Plasma Grunts, not lone bystanders. Make sure that you're close enough to each other to respond quickly enough. Goodbye."
"Wait." Rosa shouted trying to keep him on the line. "What do we do when we get there?"
There was no response and according to her transceiver the connection was dead. "Wow, these clothes are as dusty and old as my mom's." One of them said, looking around the store.
"Come-on, pick up, pick up, pick up." Rosa ignored him and was trying to call the transceiver back. She almost leaped for joy when it finally connected. "You forgot to mention one thing."
"Rosa is that you?" The voice was familiar but certainly not the one she was hoping for.
Rosa gagged at hearing it. "Cross what are you doing on this line?"
"What are you talking, about this is my transceiver." Cross pointed out. "Where are you guys?"
"Where are we? Where were you, where's the stone?" Rosa demanded.
"I've kind of got some bad news about that." Cross started.
"Don't tell me." Rosa knew what he was going to say but she wanted to deny it for as long as she could.
"I was ambushed by some Rocket thugs. I think they took it from me." Cross explained.
"Ugh!" Rosa almost punched the guy next to her. "Never mind, we've got a plan to get out of here are you in or out?"
"Rosa?" The other two whined at her after hearing her offer the traitor help.
"Well I certainly don't have anything." Cross explained. "I'm game for whatever crazy plan you've got."
Author Notes: Finally the plot begins! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please Rate and review! If you have nothing nice to say that's fine too, I'd rather get something explaining my faults then nothing at all so feel free to express any and all of your feeling in your review.
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~Sinister