Hi, NorthernMage here, along with a story I have been dying to write. This story came to me while playing FTL (Faster Than Light). I was just playing, when I though it'd be amazing if you could do more things in FTL (not to insult the game). Then, I put a few Pokemon characters in it. And now here it is. Silence of Division, a FTL/Pokemon crossover.

Plasma Rebel: NorthernMage doesn't own Pokemon or FTL.

Chapter 1: Galaxy At War

Renina's POV

I looked at the blinking display. Shields at 100%, and no messages from Rynhart up in the bridge. I leant back in my chair, yawning. It had been almost two months since the fall of the Federation, since I had hurried aboard the Fallen Angel, as the Plasma rebel fleet descended on the Federation capital planet. I shivered, remembering the day.

I looked at my holopad. I had 3 assignments due at the Federation University in the next 5 weeks. I frowned. I'd get them done. One was on the separate united systems known as rebels by most and what should be done about them, the second on pollution caused by ships, and the third on alien races. As I ate my lunch, there was a loud explosion, and the sound of hundreds of landing ships up at the Federation Senate. I turned to see the ships.

They all had the markings of rebel ships and were shooting up everything in sight. This wasn't good. Not good at all. They shouldn't have been able to FTL jump here. Around the capital planet, they had engineered a net of sorts to stop unwanted people in. Around me, students were screaming and running for ships leaving the planet like there was no tomorrow. Which, for the Federation, there might very well not be. I and a few other students managed to keep calm.

'What do we do now?' one asked.

'What about the Federation ships?' suggested another.

'The Federation ships?' I asked. 'Are you saying we get on those to get out of here?' They all nodded. I shrugged. 'We better hurry then. Pilots from the Academy are probably already taking them.' We all ran to the hangar. Thankfully there were four ships remaining, one for each of us. We each hurried aboard one after being granted permission by the captain. I looked out the window as the other ships took off. We shot out of the hangar. A woman came up to me.

'I'm Rynhart, the captain of this ship, the Fallen Angel. Were you an Academy student?' I shook my head.

'Federation University.' She nodded.

'That's fine. Listen, if you're on here, we could really use a hand. One of our four crew members didn't make it on and so we can't have anybody on shields. I don't know if you know anything about doing that job, but-'

'I know a little.' I interrupted.

'Great. Now, the shields are just through here.' She showed me the room I'd be spending a lot of time in. 'Now, I have to get back up to the bridge, otherwise who knows where the FTL will take us. Oh, I didn't catch your name.' She silently prompted me to tell her.

'Renina.' was all I said. Rynhart frowned. 'What?' I asked worriedly.

'Oh, nothing. It's just that that's also the name of the Plasma princess, Renina Alariga Harmonia, and given what's just happened...anyway, we're about to come into the next sector, so I'll be seeing you.' I hurried into the shields room as Rynhart returned to the bridge.

Over the next few days, I had met Markus, a human like Rynhart and I, from the oxygen room, and Nir the Engi. I always found Engi strangely fascinating. Immune to sickness, they were usually used as medbay officers. It was the reason they were highly sought after. I was amazed that this ship had an Engi crew member.

Now, almost two months on, I was without a doubt the most accomplished at shields. It was a lot of effort, making sure the shield room was secure. After a few weeks, I had learnt that information vital to the survival of the Federation was on this ship. Since then, I had known that what we were fleeing from wasn't just my fellow crew members captured homeworld, it was also the Plasma fleet, who would do whatever was needed to capture us and take the information. Suddenly, shields went down for a second before I was able to reenable them. Rynhart appeared on the small screen in the room.

'Renina, what's going on?'

'I don't know.' I replied. 'Let me check the power levels.' Rynhart waited patiently for me to finish checking. After only a few seconds it was clear. 'Rynhart, that was an asteroid.'

'An asteroid? We're next to an asteroid field, so maybe it came from there.'

'Yeah.'

'We have to go through an asteroid field to continue, so make sure those shields are up.' As we entered the asteroid field, there was a loud beep resounding throughout the ship. Intruders. My heart sank. Please don't let them be Mantis, anything but Mantis, I pleaded silently. More often than not you heard stories of only 3 Mantis overwhelming full ships. I grabbed my Starihun, a gun I had been given on arriving on the ship.

Then, two Plasma rebels stormed into the room. They saw me. I quickly flipped my gun to stun and stunned them both. I started to drag them to what would hopefully in future be the droid room, kicking away their guns and locking their hands above them with the rebels slumped against the ground. I walked into the bridge.

'Hey Rynhart?'

'Yes? Did they break down the shields?'

'No, I locked them up. What are we going to do with them?'

'I'll deal with them.' Rynhart grabbed her Aringa, her gun, and went into the future droid room. I stood awkwardly as the doors shut and Rynhart "dealt" with the intruders. On the ship display I saw the entry to the airlock open, and close again a few moments later, but not opening the door to the endless space outside. Rynhart hurried in a few seconds later. 'No, I'm not chucking them into space.' she assured me, seeing my expression. 'There's a Zoltan outpost at the next beacon. They'll be happy for a couple of new rebels to take home to bring to justice. Now, get back to your post.' I yawned, headed back to the shields room and leant back on my chair, tired from the stress of intruders.

As the FTL drive disengaged and we arrived at the next beacon, I saw the Zoltan outpost Rynhart had been talking about. We docked and the airlock opened, letting in a few Zoltan in security uniforms. 'Nir, Markus, come and help me get the rebels to the Zoltan!' Rynhart called, struggling to haul the Plasma rebels to the Zoltan. 'Anyone apart from Nir know Zoltine?' she asked, a Zoltan gesturing wildly and speaking in Zoltine. I came forward.

'I know Advanced Galactical.' I admitted, mentally retrieving my knowledge of the universal language. "My crew members don't understand what you're saying." I told the Zoltan.

"Oh. I was asking if I could come with you for a short trip to the next exit beacon. My ship has a malfunctioning FTL drive and is badly damaged. However, I know there is a trade outpost there that I have enough scrap to fully repair at." the Zoltan explained, mentioning the Federation money that was commonly called scrap.

"So you're asking for travel along with your ship?" I asked, remembering the advanced alien linguistics classes and how it was imperative to make sure you knew what you were agreeing to.

"Yes."

"I'll be back in just a moment after I speak to the other crew members." I explained to the Zoltan before going to Rynhart.

'So, what does he want?'

'Passage to the beacon with his ship. His FTL drive is malfunctioning and his ship is pretty severely damaged.'

'Hm. We were going to leave this sector anyway. He can come, as long as he gives us something.' I went back to the Zoltan.

"You can come, but you have to pay something, it doesn't matter what."

"How about this?" he responded, gesturing to an Advanced FTL Navigation and five pike beams, enough so that if we sold it, we'd get a few hundred scrap.

"That would be great. Where's your ship?" I asked, hoping it wasn't too big.

"Just over here." It was only a small ship, small enough to be able to be included in the FTL drive radius that would pull the ship with it.

"Go and put it near our ship. It'll be inside the FTL drive radius then."

"I'll go then." As Rynhart finished up her trade for a few more missiles, she called to me.

'What did you get?'

'Advanced FTL Navigation and five pike beams!' I replied.

'Nice. Markus, go and install that Advanced FTL. That'll be very useful. As for five pike beams...I don't know, we really don't need that many.' I shrugged.

'We'll find a use.'

Back on the ship, the Zoltan, Hirrire, went to the medical bay. When his ship had broken, he had been caught in an explosion and was injured. As Nir bandaged him up, he said in standard Galactical "Rynhart wants to see you." Why would she want to see me? Nevertheless, I went to see Rynhart.

It was a little daunting coming to the bridge for a reason I didn't know. As Rynhart turned, I saw she flicked the FTL drive to autopilot. 'Renina, at the university, what were you studying?' Where was this going?

'Alien languages, galaxy relations and diplomacy.'

'Then how do you know how to work shields? I mean, there's no way you could just learn it on the fly.' I thought for a moment before answering.

'My roommate at the university was studying ships and the way they worked. She wanted to go on to design better ships for the Federation. I usually had to help her study. So I learnt about ships and the way they worked too.' Rynhart frowned.

'You shared a room?'

'Yeah. If someone didn't have a home on the Capital, you shared your room.' Before Rynhart could respond, we arrived at the exit beacon and the outpost Hirrire had mentioned. 'Anything we need?' I asked, seeing the familiar sign of a merchant at the outpost.

'Go and get three pike beams and sell them.' Rynhart ordered. 'Then we can afford cloaking, which will be a massive help against the Plasma fleet.' I grabbed the pike beams and hurried out of the ship, to the merchant.

"10 scrap a weapon." the merchant said. I smiled only a little threateningly. I knew that I was being seriously scammed. These weapons were easily worth 50 scrap. I flicked my hair back out of my face.

"How about 50?" I asked, knowing I could persuade him to what I needed.

"Hmmm..."

"You know that 10 scrap a weapon is a very low acceptance price. What would happen if a merchant inspector came along and saw you only giving 10 scrap a pike beam?" The merchant started to look worried and quickly gave me the scrap. I handed him the pike beams, bought a cloaking unit, said goodbye to Hirrire, whose ship was fixed and got back onto the Fallen Angel.

'You back on, Renina?' called Markus. 'Yeah, along with a cloaking unit.'

'Rynhart'll be happy. You get back on shields, I'll install the unit.' I yawned as I went back into shields. Endless space whipped past my window as we went into the next sector.

So, that could have turned out worse I guess. Um, I don't really have anything else to say. Anyway, see you in the next chapter!