I don't own anything, yadiyadiyada. Etc. Why would anyone think I did anyway?

Geor was having the time of his no longer eternal life. It was roughly 2 months after he had jumped through that portal and had ended up in another world.
At first Geor had decided to avoid civilization and go look for his friends in the wilds, but they were nowhere to be found. His first run in with the humans from this world had not been a very positive one. They had arrived in a giant airship and started hunting the wildlife. Normally Geor would've been fine with this. He didn't particularly like them. Especially not the giant killer wasps called Beewills or something along those lines. (Their stingers do make for some really great knifes.) But the hunters set the forest ablaze with him in it, and that wasn't cool with him. So he stole their airship and left the hunters in the burning forest.

Geor flew the airship to a mountain in order to hide it. The mountain was completely unclimbable and it's mountainside was filled with large caves. Flying the airship had been easy enough, but parking was different a different matter. He practically crashed into the back wall of the cave and lost about 2 barrels of paint due to scrapes.

But of all the caves he cloud have chosen, he certainly picked the best one. As Geor stepped out of his airship to inspect his the damage he saw that the cave was almost entirely made up out of green-silverish stones infused with the power of Elune. The whole place was like one giant arcane battery! He started gathering them and found a way to use them as a power source for his airship.

After a week or so he deemed that the time was right to return to the populated world. But as he was preparing his departure he heard something further down his cave. Geor went to investigate and a man clad in a black uniform with a red R on his chest. He was somewhat chubby, red haired and wore a truly glorious beard.

"Man, I'm going to be so rich! Whit all these moonstones I could make an unstoppable army and finally crush my damn boss!" The man said excitedly.

"Sorry partner, but these 'moonstones' already belong to someone. Me." Geor said while stealthing closer to the man.

"Who's there! Show yourself!" The man shouted. He seemed slightly panicked by Geor's voice coming out of nowhere. He pulled out a pokéball and released a Butterfree.

"Butterfree, use poison powder!"

The Butterfree flapped it's wings and a purple haze filled the cave. Geor immediately recognized the effects of poison. It surely would've brought him down, were it not that he had built up a resistance against poisons by working with them for years.

"I'm really starting to hate insects." Geor said as he flung two of his new knifes at the Butterfree, pinning its wings to the ground and poisoning him right back.

Before, the grunt had been slightly panicked. Now, he was scared out of his life. (Imagine an invisible talking Beedrill that just oneshot the only protection you had.) "Where are you!" "Right behind you." *SAP*

The man slumped to the ground as Geor clobbered him over the head with the hilt of one if his knifes. He picked him up, carried him to his airship and bound him to a chair.

The man woke up precisely one minute after Geor had knocked him out. "Wha… What happened? Where am I." He said groggily.

"They always ask the same questions." Geor said with a smirk as he walked into the man's field of vision.

"You!"

"Me."

"You invisible bastard! You killed my Butterfree!" The man yelled, while struggling to undo is bindings.

"Oh, please. I merely pinned it to the ground. If I had wanted to kill it, I'd have aimed at centre of mass. Who are you anyway?"

"Like I'm going to tell you. You abducted me!"

"You were planning on stealing my rocks."

"Those moonstones are property of Team Rocket. Giovanni bought the whole of Mt. Moon, so really YOU are the true culprit here."
Suddenly the man's face went bleak. "Crap! You idiot! Why did you say that! Giovanni is going to have my head for this! Rocket rule number one: Our evil plans get explained by the admins."

Geor had always been somewhat quicker on the uptake then his two friend. He had derived that the R on his chest stood for rocket and that his boss was named Giovanni. The same boss he had been planning to stomp with an 'unstoppable army' just a minute ago. He knew he had to capitalize on the man's obvious fear of him, or else he wouldn't get a single word out of him anymore. At least not without resorting to violence.

"Oh, really?" Geor said with a sly smile. "Then how about we go deliver these moonstones to Giovanni. And then while we're at it I could tell him of that little plans of yours to take all his moonstones for yourself."

It had worked. "No. No! Nonononono! Please don't do that. Please don't."

"Then answer my questions goddamnit."

"Okay, fine. My name is Maximillian Valentine. I work for Team Rocket. A criminal organization that wishes to take over the world. This is the 3rd attempt at that. My asshole boss Giovanni wanted to use the power of the evolution stones and the fossils to build battle droids. Like that Genesect thing Plasma made. And you knew who he sent to this Zubat infested hell to gather all of the needed goods? Me! All by myself!" Maximillian sighed.

"You know what? I've got an idea. How about we go screw over your boss."

"Wait, what? How were you planning on doing that?"

"You're in a combat ready airship fuelled by the moonstones from that cave."

Maximillian suddenly broke a big, evil grin, which faded as quick as it had appeared.

"What's the catch."

"Ah, smart man. I'll be honest with you. I'm not from this planet. I'm not even certain I'm from the same universe." Maximillian suddenly noticed the man's strange, white glowing eyes and his pointed ears. "I'm a Night Elf from the planet Azeroth. I ended up here by a freak portal accident, and I have absolutely no idea what's going on. So I want you to teach me about this world. Can't be ignorant forever, now can I?"

"I don't know man, most Americans seem just fine." Maximillian muttered.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"Cultural thing. You wouldn't get it. But as for your offer, I'm totally aboard."

Geor smiled, nodded and undid the ropes that were binding Maximillian to the chair.

"You're in luck. Before thug life chose me I was a famous sky pirate. I WAS: SKY CAPTAIN MAXIMILLIAN VALENTNE! Captain of the sky! And that I shall be again. Lets go." Maximillian proclaimed as he struck a pose.

They retrieved the fainted Butterfree and gave it a revive. After Maximillian had returned him to his pokéball he took the helm and flew out of the cave. (Without crashing into anything.)

"Where are we going cap'n Valentine?" Geor asked in the piratest voice he could muster.

"Mahogany town. It's in Johto, a different region. We're in Kanto right now."

"Why there?"

"Because I have no idea where the HQ is, but it used to be there. Giovanni isn't a fool. He doesn't trust his grunts with such information anymore."

"Clever man."

"Yeah. He's surprisingly intelligent for someone who's evil plans for world domination consistently get thwarted by 10 year-olds."

"Wait, what! Ten! In my society you're practically still an infant at 10."

"Infant? Really?"

"Well, we have been immortal for about 10000 years… Until Deathwing set fire to tree."

"Who's Deathwing?"

"A giant dragon of death who sort of blew up our planet."

"Dayum."

"Dayum indeed."

The small talk continued for a good hour of or so until Maximillian suddenly landed the airship.

"What's going on. Why are we landing."

"We're at my secret base. When me and my crew were forced into joining the rockets we stuck together and set up camp here. I'll go them to pack their stuff."

Maybe ten minutes later Maximillian returned with 3 people in tow. 2 men and a woman. One of the men had a black goatee, the other a small, dirty blond beard. They were about the same height, but that's where the comparisons ended. The black haired man had a very determined look on his face. His face just screamed 'Deal with it'. The other man on the other hand had a very mischievous smile. The woman looked a fair bit more extraordinary. She almost looked like a teenager. The was about as small as one and her hair was dyed in colours ranging from bright red to dark green. Maximillian had changed his uniform for clothes that looked like they belonged to a gargantuan Gnomish pirate. The others wore something similar.

"Well guys, this is the man I told you about. Geor allow me to introduce you to my crew. The lady who looks like a teen is Geddra Leigh, the engineer."

"Hi. How are you?" Geddra asked whit an upbeat voice that reminded Geor a bit too much of Jeod.

"Fine, thanks"

"The man who looks like he's the archmage of the entire universe is Tobias Bain. TB for short. He is charge of the weapon arrays."

"Pleased to meet you TB."

"The pleasure is all mine." TB said with a very Gilnean accent, which surprised Geor.

"TB, are you a Gilnean?" Geor asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What's a Gilnean?"

"Oh, never mind. You just have the same accent as a group of humans for my world. Thought you might be one of them."

"Sorry." TB started singing "In Sinnoh born and raised
On the internet where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, acting all cool
And all shooting some fanboys outside of the school
When a couple of trolls, they were up to no good"

"Let me guess;" Geor interjected. "They started making trouble in your neighbourhood?"

"Indeed. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Viridian city."

Geor recognized the tune and most of the lyrics. Only in his world it had been fresh prince of Stormwind.

"It is sad how that one song not only transcends nations and cultures, but even worlds."

"Yeah…" Everyone agreed.

After an awkward silence Maximillian continued his introductions.

"And finally there is my trusty co-pilot Eric Recrond."

"Hello." Eric said in the most monotonous voice he had ever heard.

"Ehh, hi." Geor replied.

"Don't mind his dead voice. That's just what he sounds like."

"Ok."

"So, what will you be doing aboard the ship?" Eric asked.

"I'll be the one man boarding party. I'm already used to those kind of things."

"Does our ship even have a name?" Geddra suddenly asked.

"…"

"Good point Geddra. I say we name it after our old ship: 'The Steel Butterfly.'"

"What's your deal with butterflies?"

"Don't hat you hatter! Butterflies are awesome!"

"Right…" Tb said. His voice dripping with cynicism. "It's totally not because you believe in a space butterfly deity."

"Shut up TB!"

TB, not shutting up, then proposed the name: The Great Sundering. (Which led Geor to believe that TB was lying and was in fact a Gilnean.) Maximillian thought this was the stupidest name ever. While the two were bickering Geor, Eric and Geddra discussed the issue themselves. They came up with the name 'Moonrunner', because it ran on moonstones. The name was accepted because it was 3 to 2.

"Well, democracy is as fair as unfair gets…" TB grumbled before walking into the airship explore his arsenal. Geddra followed him and made herself a nice cup of coffee. Eric fetched a paintbrush from somewhere and wrote the name on the bow. Maximillian and Geor began repairing the ship from its minor damage. The plan was that they would strike the Rockets tomorrow morning, and not only get revenge, but loot as well. Geor loved that word. Loot.

Pop-culture references galore. Bad me, but I couldn't resist. I'll give you an internet cookie if you can name them all.