This chapter was hard to write. You'll see why later on. Thanks to LightningBlade49 for all your help.

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~~~~~~~~~~~THE POKEMON LEAGUE HQ~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~3 WEEKS EARLIER~~~~~~~~~~

The Pokemon League Board of Directors had gathered in their headquarters in Hearthome City for the bi-weekly board meeting. A table in the shape of a larger oval was there, with Charles Goodshow at the head of the table. He was the President of the Pokemon League. They had already been two hours into the meeting, gone through the usual business topics, until Mr. Goodshow decided to bring up a rather controversial one. With a single hand motion all eight board members (on for each major city with a Gym Leader) were quiet. He was about to continue when the intercom buzzed. He pressed a button on the table in front of him and the voice of his secretary resounded throughout the room.

"Mr. Goodshow, your guest has arrived." a feminine voice said in a monotone voice.

"Perfect, please send her up" with that he released the button ending communications with the front desk and looked up at the board members, who were all looking curiously at him. He hastily explained "The Sinnoh League Champion will be joining us today to discus how we are to respond to the threat of Team Galactic." He finished just as a beautiful young woman with blond hair walked through the doors in her trademark outfit.

"Gentlemen." she nodded respectfully to the board members before sitting down at the opposite end of the table, directly across from Mr. Goodshow.

"Champion Cynthia, thanks for joining us." Mr. Goodshow responded.

'Why can't they just call me Cynthia?' She sighed inwardly, despite knowing the importance of the title in meetings such as this one.

"Now, please direct your attention to the hologram in the center of the table" said the Company President, pointing toward a 3D hologram map of the Sinnoh Region that had simultaneously formed an inch above the table. "I'm sure some of you are aware of Team Galactic, a group of organized terrorists with a habit for destruction. They have been responsible for the deaths of many young trainers in the last three years, as well as crippling Gardenia, the Leader of the Eterna City Gym," he paused, noticing the 28 year old Champion across from him tense at the mention of the bombing directed towards her friend a few months back. "Up until now," he continued "we haven't had a clue as to what their true goals are up until now, and we just assumed they just like to cause chaos. Due to recent revelations uncovered by the Champion, we now know what their plans are. Cynthia, you have the floor." said Goodshow, giving Cynthia full attention.

She nodded, seeing that all attention was now on her. "Team Galactic is lead by a man named Cyrus. There is not a lot of information on him or his three subordinates, named Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. He also has a scientist who goes by 'Charon' working for him." as she spoke holograms of the five people appeared above the map. "We know for a fact that there is at least 3,000 members of Team Galactic. How they were able to recruit so much unnoticed is not yet known. Regardless, it's those five," she pointed to the holograms of the five terrorists "that matter." she stopped, seeing if everyone had processed all the current information. Seeing that they had, she continued "up until now we have had no idea what Team Galactic's true goals are, and as President Goodshow said we just assumed they were a petty gang of criminals, and left them to local law enforcement. But we have recently discovered what their true goals are, and unfortunately, it was a lot worse than anyone anticipated." she paused and sighed, time to drop the bomb. Using the telecaster, she zoomed in on the center of the region until Mr. Coronet was the only thing visible on the hologram. "From their base at Mt. Coronet, Team Galactic plans on... simply put, destroying, and then recreating, the entire universe to their liking" the blonde woman ignored the gasps of surprise from the board members, but was forced to raise her voice slightly so they could hear her. "In order to do this, Team Galactic plans on controlling the legendary deity of time, Dialga," a miniaturized hologram of the enormous blue titan replaced the five members of Team Galactic "and the legendary dragon that rules space, Palkia," next to the hologram of Dialga another hologram showed up, this one showing the titanic pearl colored dragon. "To recreate the universe and reform it to Cyrus' image" she tried to regain her breath.

At this point the entire board was in outrage, demanding answers and solutions to this problem. This continued only for thirty or so more seconds before Charles Goodshow stood up and quickly put an end to the quarrel.

"ENOUGH!" yelled the old man, slamming his hands on the table, frustration written all over his face and was clearly visible in his tone of voice. Immediately the room quieted down. He turned towards the Sinnoh Champion across from him, and asked in a much quieter voice, "Are you sure of all this? Is there any way you could be mistaken?" he almost begged. Solemnly, Cynthia shook her head.

"Unfortunately no, this is accurate." she responded in a depressed voice, her answer prompting a sigh from the older man.

"Do you know when they will be able to put their plan into action?" he asked.

"No, but we'd know if they were less than a month away. I have all the Gym Leaders observing the wild Pokemon surrounding each of their cities for any unusual behavior, and then reporting it to me. Pokemon are much more in tune with nature as well as supernatural forces, and many will likely go berserk should they feel a disturbance in space and time. This I am sure of." The young blonde said. "I'd estimate probably three months, as I flew up to the peak yesterday morning and it seemed as though their construction had only recently begun. Regardless we can't waste any time. We nee-" the champion as cut off as one of the board members interrupted.

"Wait wait wait, you flew up there?" he waited until she nodded before saying "Why didn't you attack them? Then there wouldn't be a problem at all!" he seemed to get angrier and angrier.

"Team Galactic is a terrorist organization. Like every other terrorist organization, each member is trained to fight. And there happens to be at least 3000 of them. Those don't look like very good odds, especially as the construction site was extremely well guarded. They had patrols in the air too, so it was hard to stay out of sight anyways. If I had attacked, I would be dead, and then none of you would know anything regarding Team Galactic." she hated when people asked obvious questions.

"But, you're the champion." protested another board member. Cynthia resisted the powerful temptation to slap her hand against her forward.

"Yes, I am the champion." she replied. She definitely was gonna have to spar with Garchomp later if this continued.

"How are you not powerful enough to take down a construction project that has just started?" demanded another board member. "How is it that our champion is too weak to defend the region she swore to protect?!" Cynthia could already see where this is going, and arguing wouldn't solve the problem. So instead she just rolled her eyes and tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"Fine. I'm not fit to be a Champion. Ok? You're right, I should be able to take care of this myself, but regardless of that, I am unable too. That mountain fortress is the most fortified building in the entire region. Infiltration is not an option. The Elite Four are somewhere in Kalos, and haven't responded to any of my messages. Even if they were here and we tried to take out Team Galactic together, we wouldn't make it up in time. There would be too many conflicts that would slow us down. Something needs to be done about Team Galactic, and the safest way to do so is to take them out with one strong swipe. We need an army." she declared.

The whole room stared at Cynthia like she was insane. Realizing this, she hastily explained her reasoning. "The last thing Cyrus will expect is a 10,000 man army at his doorstep. We can prevent this whole disaster fr-" she was cut off by the board representative of Sunyshore.

"This is ridiculous! Are you insane?!" he demanded, "an army? You want us to force people to leave their families for what? To finish your job?" he barked.

"What? No! Even though the Pokemon League is the closest thing to a government Sinnoh has, and that you could make a draft mandatory, I think you should do a volunteer army. Just volunteers, explain the situation, and th-" she was cut off again.

"Now you want to release top secret information to the public? Are you crazy? Do you want a mass panic?" a man asked.

Cynthia was shocked. 'All of reality is going to end and these people are worried about Panic?' "Let me make the announcement, I can do it right so that there is no panic, if anything people will want to help!" she was pleading at this point.

The representative of Hearthome stood up and started yelling at the surprised champion. "Just who do you think you are? We represent each person from our cities, and your asking us to send them up a mountain?" he demanded.

"Stop! Just listen, ok? At it's core the Pokemon League is still a company. Hire mercenaries or something! Look, I understand your hesitation. You don't want to send your people to fight. But you need to understand that your cities are in the same boat as everyone else. You will be defending your cities just as much as you would fighting off a siege. You are each responsible for a major city in this region. I am responsible for the entirety of it. This isn't your problem. You won't be sending your troops to fight the region's battles, you'll be sending troops to fight for your city! You need to do this. If you don't, you don't need to worry about your people ceasing to exist, you'll have to worry about them ever existing in the first place." Cynthia finished, hoping it was enough.

The board was dead silent. They were all looking at each other, as if they were conversing without words. Cynthia sent a silent prayer to Arceus. They then stopped. They all looked at the leader of Hearthome City, who apparently was going to represent them all on this decision. He stood up, looked at all the members, who nodded back to him, before looking at Cynthia.

"I'm sorry," he said in a much softer voice than earlier "your request is denied. There will be no army. You are dismissed."

Cynthia felt like all her hopes and dreams were just crushed under Regigigas' foot. This quickly built into anger. Did they not understand how important this was. "It's not me you have to apologize too," she said darkly as she turned towards the door "Its everything else." And with that she left the room, and soon the building. As she was walking she considered her options. The Elite Four were in Kalos, which was conveniently the farthest away from Sinnoh. By the time word reached them it'd be too late. Lance wouldn't be any help, he had to govern two regions at once. Of course he wouldn't have too if someone would get off that damn mountain of his and do his job. Steven was on another underground excavation, again. He wouldn't be back above ground for a month. And of course there was Wallace, who hated her. Maybe she could try and get Winona too convince him... forget it. 'Apparently I have to resolve this by myself. Tomorrow I'm going to do everything I can to take down Team Galactic, and I won't stop until either I'm dead, or they are.' She was determined to end this. She sighed as she called out Togekiss for flight. Cynthia had work to do.

~~~~~~~~~~~ONE WEEK LATER~~~~~~~~(still a few weeks before Chapter 1 takes place)

Cynthia continued her trek up one of the several smaller mountains that surrounded Mt. Coronet. The mountain range was enormous, almost cutting the region in half. Ever since she had approached the Pokemon League the blonde-haired woman had been doing everything she could to try and take down Team Galactic without them knowing. What made it harder was the fact that she did have a deadline. Three days after the Pokemon League Board meeting she had completely killed every Team Galactic operative in Jubiliffe City. They only had a small outpost there, but it was taken care of. Now, on this sunny midday, Cynthia found herself following a rumor that Team Galactic had another smaller outpost up on this mountain. She was far from being able to attack the main fort without dying in two minutes.

Cynthia heard a small noise behind her. Although she was deep in thought she still was acutely aware of her surroundings. She acted normal for three more seconds before spinning around and pulling out her daggers, instantly in a defensive combat stance. She sighed as she was greeted to a very scared looking Treeko. Cynthia glanced at it, thinking if she could capture it. 'I've heard Sceptile's are simply awesome, and it'd be cool to see it and Lucario spar, also I don't exactly have an active grass type pokemon. Wasn't there some news about a Sceptile beating a Darkrai in the semifinals? But maybe it's family is looking for it?' Cynthia looked down at small green gecko that was just short of plucking a ripe looking Oran Berry of a tree. 'Awwww, it's so... innocent...' she got down on one knee, making the Treeko suspicious of her intentions. She gave it a warm smile and plucked the berry off the tree, and handed it to wood gecko. It could barely hold it up with both hands, but took a bite out of it, and seemed to be in heaven. Cynthia's heart melted. She ruffled the short amount of fur on top of its head before giving it another smile and getting up and continuing her journey, leaving the now very happy Treeko in its own world.

Around 15 minutes later she seemed to be approaching a corner, and when she heard yelling she quickly ran and hid behind a boulder before peering over. What she saw made her blood boil. It appeared as though a group of four trainers had been ambushed by around ten members of Team Galactic. Three of the trainers were already dead, while the fourth was fighting for his life against two grunts. The other members of Team Galactic were either looting bodies or watching the fight. The sole surviving trainer was losing ground fast, and they had almost backed up up to the edge of the cliff, over which was a 50 foot fall down to a deep lake. The trainer was doing his best, but the battle was not one he would win. He managed to jam his machete through one of the grunts neck, ending their life, but this left him wide open for the other one to swing his two handed mace very hard and very fast at the now vulnerable man's head. When it connected to its target it completely shattered all bone and anything else inside the human head, causing an explosion, of sorts. The dead man's body went limp. A closer look at the man's body revealed he was a sanctioned Pokemon Ranger.

'He probably saw those other three who were lost and decided to see them though the mountains.' Cynthia's happy mood had already vanished ever seen she had heard the yelling at the beginning. 'You bastards, that was someone's father. Or brother. Or son. All of those other three were people too.' She glared hatefully at the criminals. 'I'll kill every last fucking member of Team Galactic.' she vowed. She wasn't going to attack this group, though she knew she'd easily win, she wanted them to lead her back to the outposts. But the grunts were chatting idly next to the carnage or looting the bodies.

"Ooooh, guys check this one out! She's hot! Ah look at her..." immediately all the other grunts, eight men and two women, crowded the man. They looked at the body he was referring too, then back to the grunt that spoke, and then back to the body. The process continued until somebody spoke up.

"Uhm... Jon? You... uhh... you do realize... that... that's a man... right?" a female grunt finally spoke up. Cynthia was pounding her fist against the rock trying not to burst out into laughter, knowing that her cover would be blown. She regained control of herself, but almost lost it again when she looked back to the scene only to see a very thoughtful expression on the man now know as Jon's face. He looked like her was thinking very hard, until at last he spoke.

"No, no, silly. Your wrong. It's not a man you idiot!" said John to the female. "look, she has boobs. Only girls have boobs dumb ass!" he said to the woman as he pointed to the chest of the body. The female grunt rolled her eyes. Jon had a proud and smug expression on his face, as if he'd made an irrefutable point. From the look on his teammates' faces one could tell that this wasn't the case.

"Dude... those..." said a smaller looking grunt. "those aren't boobs. That guy's just fat... I think this is the guy who tried to teach me 'rollout' in Mauville City..." the man trailed off. Cynthia decided to ignore the rest of the conversation and just wait until they left so she could follow them. After another five minutes of talking in the midday sun, the group looked like they were ready to depart, that was, until a rather creepy looking grunt went and pointed out another body.

"See, now this one's a girl!" said the man, pleased with himself. Cynthia rolled her eyes as the others gathered around. The body in question had once belonged to a rather curvy female. There was dried blood all around her and it seemed as if a spear-head had wedged its way inside her gut. Cynthia could tell that her last moments were anything but painless. The Champion's patience had all but run out with this group.

"Dibs! I get her first!" said the creepy man with a cheery voice. Cynthia rolled her eyes at the failure of a joke.

"No way! You went first last time!" replied another one. The blonde's gray eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yeah, but she didn't count because when Sal killed her she cut of an arm too!" the creepy man protested.

'Are you kidding me?! Are you serious right now?! IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ?' Cynthia was seething in anger at this point. 'You know what? Fuck it. Screw the outpost. I'll deal with that outpost shit later. I've had enough of these fucking guys.' Cynthia readied two throwing knives and made sure she could grab her dagger in a moment's notice. She then walked out from behind the boulder, the group was facing the opposite direction. As such, they didn't notice the angry Sinnoh native behind them as they were too busy arguing over who got to "go first". Even the two women had gotten into the argument. She quickly thought of how to end their pathetic lives. 'If I let Garchomp loose, everyone will hear. The last thing I need is reinforcements. So I need to do this quickly and quietly. Lucario would be best for this- you know what? No. I'm killing all of them myself.' And with that she started walking towards the unsuspecting groups, her first targets already picked out.

"Have you no shame?!" she called out angrily, letting the knives fly as soon as the words started coming out of her mouth. She quickly grabbed both her exotic daggers and attacked the group. They all turned towards the voice, two of them hitting the ground as soon as they had turned, a knife made itself comfortable right between the eyes of both men. No sooner than that five more bodies hit the ground. It was as if she was moving at the speed of light, and she finished two others, leaving only a panicking woman, frozen, mouth open in shock, a hand-held radio in her hand. Cynthia could hear the voices coming through from the radio. She cursed out loud, and quickly threw out another knife that went through the radio, destroying it, and proceeding to tear through the woman's hand, impaling the shattered radio to her. The woman screamed before a knife went through the back of her throat, immediately killing her.

Cynthia looked around, not seeing anyone else. Her hopes were destroyed when she saw grunts coming from both the way she came, and the way she was going too, trapping her on the wide cliff. She started counting the numbers, and things weren't looking well for her. She quickly got herself into a defensive stance. 'This is way more than I can deal with.' she realized. The troops stopped near her, she was trapped, on one side, 50 Team Galactic soldiers, and on the other, a massive drop off a cliff that she wasn't sure she'd survive. A man with turquoise green hair stepped forward, an unsettling smile on his face.

"Fascinating." the man said. It was clear that he was a major player in the Team Galactic social pyramid. "I was wondering what fool would dare strike at us all the way up here, little did I know I'd find myself in the presence of royalty." he paused, "Please forgive my manners, I am Saturn, and it's quite a pleasure meeting you, Champion Cynthia." The young woman in question had remained silent and expressionless up until this point.

"Pleased to meet you." she finally spoke, no emotion in her voice. She was still analyzing a way to get out of this situation, but so far had come up empty.

"I suspect you know of our plans?" it wasn't a question, and Cynthia wouldn't have answered it if it was. "I thought so," Saturn continued, "Why else would someone like you be all the way up here?" It was rhetorical. Cynthia had been listening but for the most part was still trying to find a way to either win, or get out. He got her attention when he drew a great sword, holding it in both hands. "You can't stop us. There is nothing you can do. Unfortunately for you, Cyrus doesn't like to take chances. Attack!" and with that command the chaos begun.

Cynthia avoided a slash at her head before countering with a fast horizontal swipe of her dagger, at the same time as avoiding three other attacks aimed at her. Cynthia knew playing defensively would do nothing for her. She had to take the initiative.

The Sinnoh Champion kept moving her body, always attacking, always weaving in between grunts as she swung her daggers back and forth across any weak points she spotted. She was constantly ducking, evading, and flipping all over the place, keeping the grunts confused as they tried to predict where she would be next. By the time she was in front of them and they tried to swing at her, she was already five feet away. She wasn't just dodging, she was attacking as often as she could always keeping her momentum she when she evaded an attack she could improvise and counter. She knew if she stayed still for a second she'd be finished.

Saturn was watching what appeared to be a blonde and black colored blur moving around the battlefield gracefully. He kept watching the sight in front of him for another 10 minutes, clearly interested. The Sinnoh Champion was clearly very skilled. She could probably even give Cyrus a run for his money. The Galactic Commander knew that she was a champion, and that champions had to be extremely skilled, and yet he was positive that the woman in front of him was better than Lance or Wallace, who were also renowned fighters. At the moment the Sinnoh Champion had cleaved her dagger across a man's eyes, before sprinting out off the way of two more attacks, ignoring the man's screams. Saturn always had a good eye for deduction. He took great pride in his skills of observation. And he could tell that Cynthia's time was running out. He knew it was the beginning of the end when he saw the beautiful woman take her first hit. A sword had slashed her leg, although she gave no signs of knowing of this.

The irony was that the sword shouldn't have hit her at all. It only happened because a clumsy grunt had tripped and dropped his sword, which got into Cynthia's path as she dodged another attack. Saturn estimated that if that hadn't happened Cynthia could have lasted at least 15 more minutes before being hit. Regardless, it seemed her time was almost up, as he saw her take another small scratch.

Cynthia was fighting for her life at this point. She tried to ignore the stinging pains one her arms and legs, along with all the other minor cuts she had received. Luckily, she usually avoided most of the hit, but as time went on she was less and less able to do so flawlessly. She couldn't keep this up for much longer. The Sinnoh native ducked under a fast swing of an ax aimed at her chest, but as she turned around (sticking a dagger in that guy's gut as she did so) she was greeted to a swing of a sword that looked ready to split her head in half. Even with her momentum against her she managed to avoid the majority of the strike, but not all of it, shown by the red cut she had on her cheek. She gritted her teeth and ducked under another swing and kicked out the legs of a grunt. She flipped back to her feet and sprung up in the air striking a female grunt's nose with her foot, hearing a satisfying crack. She landed on her feet, swung a dagger into somebody's eye, and quickly turned around and received a massive punch directly in the face.

She had no time to dodge the large fist that struck her, and for a second her vision was an explosion of darkness. She quickly regained her bearings, not realizing she had staggered backwards from the hit. She was able to recover fast enough to avoid a fatal blow, but couldn't avoid the full swing of the ax sliding across her back, evident as she was now gifted with a deep gash running horizontally on her back. She gasped in pain as she failed to dodge another swing, this one slightly cutting her neck, leaving a rather ugly slash. She quickly did a defensive maneuver, swiping her daggers around in a circle skillfully. This succeeded in giving her some space to recover, and at this point she was breathing heavily.

Cynthia was panting, and realized they had backed her up against the cliff. The young woman looked down and grimaced. She had no options. She had lacerations, both light and deep, covering various parts of her body. All in all she was in terrible shape.

All her enemies stood facing her about 10 yards away, from every side. They all had weapons drawn. Some of them parted and Saturn walked through, looking completely unharmed, still holding his great sword in both hands. Cynthia realized that her situation was hopeless.

"I'm impressed." stated the Commander, looking the beaten champion up and down. "It took 15 minutes for 60 trained and armed men to take you down, and it seems you've killed over 20."

"This...is not... over" she managed to get out. Even breathing was causing her pain at this point. Saturn grinned at the comment.

"I'm going to enjoy this." he said as he hoisted his great-sword and charged the cornered champion. He was still more than 10 feet away when he shouted "Now!".

Cynthia had gotten herself as ready as she could in her current state to try and fend off Saturn, but was completely unprepared for the crossbow bolt than passed over her shoulder, severely cutting it in the process. She let out an agonizing cry of pain when it hit, and again as another bolt slammed into her lower stomach, somewhere close to the side. As the bolt rammed into her Cynthia felt like every one of her nerves were on fire. She was finding breathing harder and harder. She managed to realize that Saturn hadn't stopped, and she was now completely defenseless. He got closer and closer, until he was only a few feet away from her he thrust his massive sword through Cynthia's chest.

Cynthia with a cry of determination and all her remaining strength, swung a dagger as hard as she could, knocking it's aim of so the blade missed her. It was then she realized that Saturn had not only anticipated that, but was counting on it.

As the defeated champion knocked the blade away, Saturn smiled inwardly. That was what he wanted her to do. He was still moving forward and as the sword was knocked to the right, so were both his arms. Now his left arm was in the perfect position for him. All the Commander did was slightly raise his elbow, and put much more force behind his raised arm. He let momentum finish the job. He was grinning ear to ear as he smashed his elbow straight into the defenseless woman's forehead. He savored the satisfying cry of pain and anguish she made at the impact. He was still smiling as he saw her fall backwards, right off the cliff. He felt more accomplished than he ever had in his entire life as he watched the soon-to-be-dead champion's body become smaller and smaller in the distance. 'I think I can die happy now.' he thought with glee.

An explosion of light was all she saw as Saturn rammed his elbow into her face. Cynthia felt as if time was slowing down, and then returning to normal as her vision slowly returned, and she realized she was falling. She regained control of her senses, fiddling with her belt until she managed to grab a random Poke Ball. As she clicked open the ball and the white flash started taking shape, she said "Please! I need you hel-" she never finished as she slammed into the water at high speeds, and then there was only darkness.

~~~~~~~~CHAPTER END~~~~~~~~~~

This chapter is for everyone who said Chapter 1 was cut off early. They are correct. I apologize.

Once again huge thanks to LightningBlade49 for being so creative and coming up with so many ideas. I'm telling u that guys head is a 'How To: Creative Writing' book or something.

Now I know what is gonna happen immediately following this, but after that I have no idea. If you have any ideas or suggestions or anything you think of feel free to leave it in a review or PM me. I can't promise your suggestion will make it in, but there's a pretty high chance of it.

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