Veilstone City outskirts.
Rumors of a Nova Branch base near Veilstone City were plentiful even after the demise of their headquarters. It seemed that even after their leader fell and their resources were absorbed by Team Rocket, the people operating what was left over remained the same despite the change in leadership. Though a lack of resources in the region initially prevented Mr Star from sending Dawn, Alain, May, and Misty there. However, now that more trainers could be sent at a moment's notice to aid them, he had finally approved the Sinnoh team, now joined by Paul, to investigate.
Those five, backed by four of Mr. Star's personal veteran trainers and twenty others that were recently employed, now marched onto the base. The base in question didn't look special. On the outside, it looked like nothing more than an old, worn-down warehouse. After the Celadon incident, Paul knew better than to discount anything. There was no doubt to him that this was the place.
"You four look around the place for any cameras or people," Paul told Misty, Dawn, Alain, and May. As they nodded and went off to do that, Paul then nodded to the four of Mr. Star's men and said, "You guys line up by the doors."
One of the younger trainers behind them asked, "What about us? What do you want us to do?"
Without bothering to look back at them, Paul took out a Pokeball. "For now, try to stay out of the way. I recognize that you were all chosen because you were survivors of the war, but the Nova Branch is nothing to joke about. Even Ash is having trouble with them and he has the Legends at his back. Once the battle starts, you'll all have your part to play. But for now…"
He released Frosslass. "...We need to prevent ourselves from getting ambushed. It's likely that they know we're here already. What we should focus on right now is make sure that information doesn't benefit them. Frosslass, see if you can get inside and open those doors."
Saluting to her trainer, Frosslass phased into the floor and snuck off into the building. While she was taking care of that, Paul glanced up at the mountain behind the base with narrowed eyes. "...Have any of you heard about the cave in this mountain?"
There were a few murmurs, mostly comprised of either no's or wordless noises that probably meant the same thing.
"Figures," Said Paul. "It's a rumor usually only people from Veilstone or Celestic Town would know." Paul pointed up at the mountain, lowering it until his finger was somewhere around its middle. "Somewhere around there is the entrance to Turnback Cave. It's said that, when Giratina was banished by Arceus, this cave was the first place Giratina was able to escape its banishment. I believe that the Nova Branch is positioned here for some reason relating to Giratina."
Frosslass surprised her trainer by appearing by his side all of a sudden, looking pleased with herself.
"Frosslass?" Asked Paul. "Are you already done?"
She nodded proudly, quietly chirping her name. Paul thought it odd that it was done so quickly, but chose to believe his Pokemon.
"Alright," He said with a nod. "Then go hide and use Mist to get us some cover."
Again, she nodded, phasing back into the ground. Her white shadow slithered along the ground, spewing out a chilling mist that soon blanketed the area in white. It became difficult for Paul to even see the four of Mr. Star's men in front of his face despite them only being a few feet away.
Silently, Paul motioned for them to circle around to the other doors, and for the other trainers to spread out to give them potential backup if needed. He lowered to a crouch as he made his way over to the door nearest to him. With Drapion's Pokeball in hand, he pressed his back up against the wall close to the door.
One of Mr. Star's men began a silent countdown with his fingers. With each number down, Paul gripped the Pokeball and the door handle more firmly. Once it reached zero, he and the others threw open the doors and let loose their Pokemon.
"Drapion, use-!"
His order was cut short by a gasp. The warehouse was completely empty. There were only leftover metal barrels and hardware supplies. They looked aged too, as if they had been there for years. The place didn't even look like it was touched by humans in ages, let alone the Nova Branch or Team Rocket.
Paul and the others looked around the place in confusion. "What the…?" Paul asked aloud. His eyes shifted about the room in distrust. Some of Mr. Star's men began poking at the walls looking for a switch.
"Everybody stay back!" Ordered Paul, making them flinch. Paul shifted an uneasy gaze down at the floor. "There's no way this isn't some sort of decoy, as you all guessed, but make no mistake. These people are cunning."
He snarled in anger, hissing, "They probably knew we were coming for weeks! Damn that old man! It's probably because he took so long giving us the go-ahead that they were able to prepare."
Paul sighed, attempting to stifle any potential further outburst. The topic of Team Rocket and the Nova Branch always drove him into a rage. "Back up, he ordered. "They know we're here. I'm not going to let them use that against us. Drapion, fire a concentrated Pin Missile at the center of the floor."
The scorpion Pokemon obliged, launching a volley of white spikes from its claws that curved midair, converging onto the center of the floor and detonating. One clean, powerful swipe of Drapion cleared the ensuing dust, allowing the strike team to get a full view of the results.
But no basement revealed itself. Where Drapion had struck, there was only burnt dirt and stone. By now, Paul had no answer to what was going on. He ran over to inspect the hole, but Sinnoh's natural cold and the unnatural cold of Turnback Cave made the dirt so cold it felt as solid as diamond.
"I don't get it," He admitted aloud. "Did Mr. Star give us the wrong coordinates?"
One of Mr. Star's accomplices knelt by Paul's side to inspect the soil firsthand. "That's impossible. Mr. Star has the best scouts there are. He has powerful connections to every major company in the world, including exploration guilds. His directions wouldn't be off."
Paul's eyes darted back and forth, but they weren't looking at anything. In his mind, he was trying to figure out how this could have happened. In the end, there was only one conclusion he could bring himself to, though he didn't like it one bit.
"...It's likely that we've been fed false information," Announced Paul as he rose to his feet. "If Mr. Star supposedly has the best information money can buy, then maybe there's someone in the Star Foundation that we can't trust."
A blackened, burned, and marred Genesect neared a clearing at the central foot of a collection of large hills. Below her sat a rectangular, metal building. Soldiers patrolled around it, with helicopters doing the same overhead. Those helicopters, and the various towers that surrounded the building, casted spotlights about. They must have been searching for her after they lost connection with Sniper.
She ducked back behind a tree as one of the lights crossed near her, peeking her head back out once it passed. On her way here, Genesect had managed to at least fill some of the holes that had been poked through her by Sniper, but most of the burns appeared to be unsalvagable. The affected areas were so thoroughly damaged that Recover could not activate there. If she was damaged again, she did not know what she could do.
Turning back, Genesect aimed her cannon up at one of the helicopters passing overhead and fired without hesitation. Gone was her patience, and with it, her mercy. These humans deserved nothing but the same fires of oblivion they had granted her kind. From Sniper's words, it seemed like her own family was not alone when it came to suffering at their hands. They deserved neither mercy nor pity. All they deserved was the same end they granted to an untold number of others.
The entire base suddenly began blaring alarms as one of their helicopters was suddenly blown clean out of the sky. Another beam raced out from the trees, dragging across the field. Soldiers in its wake were annihilated in an instant, and it marred sides of the building's walls.
"Agility. Agility. Agility!"
From the trees, a black figure burst out with such force and speed that those same trees were bent back.
"Double Team!"
Suddenly, the base was under assault by dozens of the shadows, each moving faster than the eye could see. The sky lit up as waves of bullets attempted to intercept them from all angles. After having faced Sniper, these bullets were nothing. The blurs of Genesects raced through the hail of bullets with ease, and even when dodging was impossible, Genesect was more than able to deflect whatever was in her way thanks to the data from Ryder.
With her momentum and a Blaze Kick, she smashed open the heavy reinforced doors. She whipped back around and kicked them closed, then sealed it shut with a concentrated Techno Blast. With that done and Double Team keeping those outside busy, Genesect turned to deal with whatever lied ahead. When she took a step forward, her ankle buckled and she fell to her knees.
"The damage is worse than I thought," Genesect mused aloud. Most of her damage alerts were no longer functional, making it difficult to tell how badly damaged she truly was. Her body was failing and fast.
The sound of footsteps rapidly approaching caught her attention. She forced herself back up, ignoring the damages. From the side, the single remaining Black Suit from before approached her, backed by at least fifteen other soldiers. He aimed a silver-sheened gun at her, firing what seemed to be a minature Flash Cannon. She easily evaded and swiped up at the weapon to destroy it.
As her cannon began to glow, the Black Suit motioned to the others to hold their fire and positioned himself between them and her. He raised his arm and prepared to block her cannon fire with his barrier. But in that action, Genesect saw her chance to strike.
With X-Scissor, she pierced his arm and the shield device before he could raise them fully. The soldiers tried to aim at her when they heard the Black Suit scream in pain, but Genesect crouched down and hid her body behind his to make sure they'd have to kill him too. They hesitated, and that was their last mistake.
The Black Suit grimaced and brandished his plasma knife, more enraged than in pain, but his blood ran cold when he opened his eyes again and the first thing he saw was the inside of Genesect's cannon.
"OPEN FI-"
His pyrrhic orders were cut short as a full-power Techno Blast was launched directly into his face. The attack encompassed the entire hallway, and in an instant, her enemies disappeared in its light. All that was left when the smoke faded was the warped, melted remains of the hall and an open view of what was ahead.
The secrets that this place hid, where the ninety percent told her to go, was nearby. She could practically feel it in her bones. With all the chaos she had stirred outside, there was little left to stand in her way.
Once more, the sound of boots clanging against metal caught her attention. They sounded far, but approached rapidly. It would not be long before they were here. Genesect looked down at her body, wondering how much more she could take. Yet still, there was little to stand in her way. She readied X-Scissor and prepared for the oncoming slaughter.
The chief of the site blankly watched on through the facility's camera feed as the intruder descended upon his men. "So, this is the terrifying monster that killed poor, young Sniper." He sighed, shaking his head. "What a waste of talent, that boy. Had he grown up, we may have had another Ryder on our hands."
One of his attendants held a receiver to his ear, then tapped the site chief on his shoulder. "Sir, I've just been informed that the escape chopper is ready. Please, follow us. Giovanni will want a report."
He recoiled as the chief barked out a laugh. "Giovanni?!" He exclaimed, shaking his head. "Oh, you truly have no idea what is really happening here, do you?"
The attendant had no idea how to properly respond to that. "Um...sir?"
Shaking his head and sighing, the chief merely directed the attendant's attention back toward the live camera feed. "Forget it. Just have the escape team on standby for now. But I know what will happen to this site the moment I leave. I won't let them dispose of all the information stored here."
He lazily pointed toward Genesect. "What you should really be focusing our efforts on is disposing of that."
The attendant was silent for a moment as he tried to make sense of what the site director said, but quickly realized it wasn't worth pursuing and went to follow his orders. As he left, the site director narrowed his eyes at the invader.
"Wait a minute," He said, pausing the camera feed to look at it. "That thing...it looks like…"
Genesect's rampage led her toward the base's deepest basement level. After the mess she had left in her wake, the noise of pursuing feet eventually became silent. She hoped that meant they had learned to stay out of her way. Yet while the soldiers no longer dared to face her, her troubles were not yet at an end.
The final room laid ahead, blocked only by a long hallway and a pair of large, black doors. Within it was the answer. Who were these men in dark armor who hated Pokemon enough to try to wipe out her kind? How had simple humans become like them? And most importantly: How could she kill them?
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Even through her cracked, static-clouded eyes, those numbers managed to stay firmly in her vision. Her body was sparking all over. The slightest hit she endured chipped off a little piece of her, cluttering behind her. Holes she thought she had healed revealed themselves once more. The soldiers upstairs had roughed her up more than she thought. The protocol for Recover was no longer responding either.
It wouldn't be long now.
As she hobbled her way through the hallway, there was suddenly the sound of whirring metal. A wall lowered from the ceiling behind her, blocking off her exit. Ahead of her, more of these walls followed the first. Each one drew closer and closer until Genesect was completely boxed in.
"What in the world?" She muttered aloud.
From all around her, there was a sudden, high-pitched note that rattled Genesect's worn body, though it faded just as quickly as it came. "If you are intelligent enough to understand what I am saying, surrender quietly," Ordered the attendant of the chief. "It is in both of our best interests."
Genesect weakly tilted backward so her head could look up at where she perceived the voice's source to be. "What kind of idiot do you take me for?" She rasped.
"You speak?!" Asked the surprised man. Realizing the error of revealing that surprise, he cleared his throat and said, "Nevermind. You are trapped. If you resist, we will destroy you."
Scoffing, Genesect lowered her upper body, stumbling forward to stop herself from falling. "Shut up," She hissed. "You...all of you...are filth! Filth that I will…" Her head twitched as she attempted to access her damaged vocabulary file. "...Burn!"
The floor beneath her partially lowered, leaving her on a grate. Beneath it, hollow metal tubes pointed up at her. The attendant said, "I suggest you reconsider, unless you feel like being burned yourself. There is nothing of value for a Pokemon in that room."
"I will decide that for myself."
Small flames in each of the tubes lit the room a dim orange. "I disagree. This is your final warning. Stand down or die. What do you choose?"
Genesect promptly responded by tilting her cannon at the wall ahead of her. The room lit red as the flames bathed it from below. Techno Blast split them, tearing through the walls. However, her cannon only reached the first three, and its scope diminished with each one.
Her vision began to fade. The fires caked every inch of her body, blackening the little purple that was left. In spite of her diminishing body, Genesect amped up the power of Techno Blast as much as she was able.
The walls were torn from their hinges and scattered to ashes. Beneath her, the floors and tubes were ripped apart from the force of the blast alone. After tearing through the final wall, her attack crashed into the thick metal doors at the hall's end and bent back. The attack fizzled out suddenly before it could break all the way through .
The cyan light of her cannon dimmed before fading altogether. A new hole had been ripped open in the cannon's side, and its front nozzle had become frayed, curling out and backwards.
A low static hum filled the hall. Genesect figured that this was the voice from before attempting to communicate, but her attack had at least damaged the hall enough to have also taken out the intercom system. Not having to deal with him anymore was a win in her book.
Genesect stumbled forward. The action caused a loud cracking sound on her back, and her cannon suddenly tilted backward. She was caught off guard by its momentum and nearly fell backward. What saved her was that she knew if she fell, she wouldn't be getting back up.
Slowly, she made her way toward the hall's end. With each step, she heard loose parts of her clacking around. When she made it toward the end, she jammed her claws into the gap between the doors and pried them open. The effort left imprints on her arms. The base of her claws were cracked.
None of that mattered to her. At long last, she was where she needed to be. The information had guided her here, to where she would learn how to fulfill her hunt. Had she a mouth or ears, it would have reached both of them. As far as she was concerned, she had won.
And then, she looked to her left around the room. It was a gigantic laboratory filled to the brim with computers that lined the walls. Tools hung from wires that dangled from the ceiling. And on the table beneath them, there was…
Genesect nearly shut down from shock alone when she saw what was on the table. Metallic limbs and organs lined the table from top to bottom. Purple, metallic organs. There were claws, a disassembled cannon with a drive next to it and shards upon shards of assorted metal scraps, cleanly separated from one another. Dozens of tiny wires stuck into each piece from either the table or the walls.
And...there was a head. The head of one of her kin. Its red eye glasses were separated from the skull and laid in front of it. The sight was so awful that the hardened Genesect staggered backwards from looking at it, falling onto the board of one of the computers.
"Wh-what is...wh-why?! Why?!"
"So it's true."
Another voice revealed itself on the intercom, different from the one before. "The boys actually missed one. It's no wonder you took down Sniper since your kind was a match for the rest already."
Genesect, blind with fury, smashed her claw into the computer's keyboard and bellowed, "I'll tear you apart! Do you hear me?! You're finished!"
"I disagree," Retorted the voice. "I have directed this site ever since it's conception, monitoring every last experiment performed within its walls. It is something I do not plan to stop any time soon. Besides, I think it would be in our best interests to chat rather than come to blows."
She hissed back, "I have nothing to say to the likes of you."
The site director chuckled. "Again, I disagree, Genesect. I have a feeling you will want to hear what I say."
"I doubt-"
"That one on the table is still alive."
That quickly shut Genesect up. When she heard that, the fogginess in her mind suddenly gave way to clarity, and her rage melted away. Even those numbers, which had driven her from Unova to this point, went silent. She wasn't alone after all.
"That is what I thought," Said the director smugly. "That laboratory is inactive. From where I am, I can reactivate it. However, in order for me to be able to help you, you must help me."
Genesect swiftly nodded, unaware that they could not see her. "Anything!" She cried in desperation. "What do you need?!"
The director stifled a chuckle at how easily he had shifted her behavior. "It won't be particularly difficult. In fact, what I need you to do for me is within that very room. In the head computer, there is a chip containing information that I find important. Next to that, there will be a room filled with mail tubes. Place it in the one labeled D-1. You do know your letters, don't you?"
"Y-yes," Affirmed Genesect. "And if I do this, you will activate the laboratory?"
"I promise."
Genesect was not entirely certain of the validity of a promise from anyone affiliated with this organization, but at this point, she had no choice. The last remaining member of her family was in her sights and still alive. She hastily dove into the next room, locking onto the largest computer.
"The release system for the chip is not electricity-dependent," The director told her. "On the computer's keyboard, type in 'N1CL2R3.' That should open up the chip for you. But don't you dare make the mistake of attempting to scan it. If you do, that other Genesect won't live to regret it."
Genesect wasn't sure how he knew about her scanning capabilities but brushed it off in favor of obeying orders. Quickly getting to work, Genesect inputted the code. Just as she typed in the last key, a panel opened up from underneath the board. She gently scooped it out with her claw and clutched it toward her chest tightly. Even as she made her way to the mail tube room, she held it as if it were a snowflake. In her hands was essentially the other Genesect's beating heart.
As she walked, a part of her toe chipped off, nearly making her trip. She held onto the chip even more tightly as she regained her footing. However, she made the mistake of looking down at it, and her scanners automatically recognized something within it.
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Static filled Genesect's vision as every ounce of her will attempted to reject the information. This was it! The tether that the Red One's information had guided her to—what she had been chasing without rest for the past two months—was in her hands. With this, she could achieve her vengeance, and yet, with another of her kind still living, was vengeance even worthwhile anymore?
What would be the point? There was no way she could stand to avenge the rest by letting one die. Her family lived! Even if there was only one, that was more than enough. And yet, her instincts, her very core, roared out at her to take in the information. To make them pay for what they had dared to do to their kind! It was all that had occupied her mind for what felt like years, even though she knew it was nowhere near that long.
She felt like her mind was being ripped in two. Genesect was broken in mind and body. And yet, even if there was only one of them, just having her family back at all made her feel some semblance of being whole again. And so, she used the dwindling will she had left and shut out her goal from her mind, resigning to do that for good.
When she made it to the tube, she allowed it to slide off of her claw and into the tube's chamber. Once that was done, she stepped back and looked to the roof expectantly. "The chip's there," She said. "Now...hold up your end of the deal."
Suddenly, the lights turned on. The sounds of computers whirring to life filled the room. Two glass panes on the sides of the tube closed before wind began blowing within it, sucking the chip away. The director held out his hand underneath the tube on his end, catching it and slipping it into his shirt pocket. With a grin, he stood up from his seat and signaled his men to go on the move.
"Pleasure doing business with you," He said into the mic before cutting communication.
As he stood up and began making his way out of the room, one of his subordinates asked, "Should I shut off the laboratory systems, sir?"
The director shook his head. "No. Let the Pokemon have its way for now. It'll keep it busy while we get away, and besides, it's not like it could operate anything in there.. Besides, the higher-ups have been looking for a reason to destroy this facility ever since the final steps of the plan were being put into work."
"Why would they do that?" Asked the subordinate. "Isn't this the first base?"
He flinched when the director suddenly jabbed a finger in his face. "Exactly. They've already got plenty of other bases that do what we do. That's how they built that new big guy outta that Black Suit. The head honchos aren't exactly comfortable with this kind of information being anywhere outside of their immediate grasp. Now that this place has been invaded, they'll come to burn it to the ground."
Proudly, the director lightly patted his shirt pocket. "That," He said, "Is why we have this. It was with this that I created Ryder and the rest. As long as I have this, my work won't be in vain. That broken machine pretending to think and feel down in the lab can busy itself with toymaking for all I care. Once the reinforcements come, both of them will burn along with this base."
He clapped a hand on the now pale-faced subordinate's shoulder. "Now then. If that'll be all the questions, how about we get out of here before we get caught in the crossfire?"
Genesect rushed back to the table and scrambled to begin scanning every single thing in the room. The boards, the computers, the tools, everything. And the second she knew the bare minimum of what she needed to, she went to work. While activating the computers, her eyes and claws darted from place to place to get everything into place.
She went to the table with a small pair of wires hanging on her claw. Though combat had dulled their edge, this allowed her to easily press the wires into a port in her kin's neck. She did the same for herself, making a triangle flow between her, the head, and the computer. Returning to the nearest computer, she began rapidly inputting keys, then held her finger over a sliding dial.
Tentatively, she looked back at the table as she gradually slid the dial up. A high-pitched buzz filled the air as electricity was pumped into the head of her kin. A fleeting feeling of relief made Genesect's legs tremble weakly when she saw the interior lights in her sibling's eyes slowly become brighter.
Abandoning the computer now that the electricity flow was stable, Genesect rushed to the table's side. "You are alive!" She cried ecstatically. Quickly, she returned to work, gathering the loose pieces of it to begin tinkering. "Can you hear me at all?" She asked while scanning her torso parts.
A low, crackling hum was the first thing that came from the head in response. It sounded weak and scratchy, as if her voice box was being played through an old tape player. Genesect halted her work to turn her attention toward the head, anxiously awaiting its response.
"...Young one…"
It wasn't a question, but an addressment. Their voice was monotone, no hint of emotion remotely present. It sounded like something an ordinary computer-generated voice would gargle out.
Genesect returned to its side hastily. "Yes!" She cried. "Yes, it's me! I'm so glad you're still alive! I thought...on that day…"
"Why are you here?" They asked simply.
Returning to her work, Genesect replied, "I spent all my time looking for this place ever since that day! That information the Red One gifted me told me to come here for...another reason, but I found you instead!"
"So, they did not capture you?"
She looked at the head oddly, then toward the eye pieces laying at its base. "No," She answered, returning to its side to focus on repairing its vision first. "I came here on my own."
There was a low hum from her kin. "On your own. You have become strong."
Genesect replies, "it was thanks to you all...and your sacrifices. If it wasn't for the Red One's information, I wouldn't have been able to fight my way here." As she tinkered with the eyes, she felt a swell of pride well up within her. "And I got one of them too! The small one, Sniper—I took him down!"
"That was not its purpose."
But Genesect did not hear them. She was too focused on the eye pieces. "Just hold on." She said as she prepared to insert the first completed one. "I'll have you fixed up in no time. And then, we can get out of-"
"Do not."
Genesect recoiled at the order in confusion. "Wh-what? But why?"
The other Genesect was silent for a moment, save for occasional shifts in the pitch of its hum. Eventually, it answered, "Do not concern yourself with me. I am already lost."
Vigorously, Genesect shook her head, not that her kin could see it. "No!" She cried. "You're clearly not thinking right! These freaks with the exploding stars on their suits must have done something to your memory or something, so you're clearly not thinking right. I'm not listening to you until I fix you up."
"You do not understand," Droned the disassembled Genesect as the young one continued with her work. "You must have fought viciously to get here, and needlessly endangered yourself."
"I had to!" She retorted. In her frustration, she had screwed in a piece too tightly, denting the interior of the piece she was working on. "It was the only way I could get here! That's why the Red One even gave me that information."
They immediately replied, "It is not. Our leader did not impart that knowledge on you for vengeance or power. He did not want you to be in danger again and die like we did."
Genesect, fed up with this, whipped around toward the head. "But you're not dead! I don't care about revenge anymore as long as I can save you! If you're by my side, then…"
"I am dead," Droned the head. "But you are not. You still live. You are our memory. Our legacy. All The Red One and the rest of us wanted was for you to live on in peace."
"And I'm trying to now!" Cried the young one. "I gave up revenge so that I could save you! I want to live in peace, but I can't do that without you!" Overwhelmed by frustration at her elder sibling's refusal to see things her way, she slammed her arms on the table. "Why can't you see that?!"
The eye piece she had been working on fell to the floor from the impact. Her arms, and the table, were dented. Furious, Genesect could not bring herself to even look at the head. A part of her just wanted it to shut up until she was done, but another part waited for some kind of response.
"...You are wrong, young one," It told her again, making her inwardly seethe. "You are strong. Stronger than any of us ever were. You're proving that now by standing in this place. None of us could have gotten this far. You don't need me."
Genesect couldn't take it anymore. "Just shut up! Stop saying stuff like that! I'm not living alone anymore! I'm going to fix you up, and both of us are going to get out of here! We can leave all of this behind and go where they can't find us, together! Why don't you want this?!"
The other Genesect briefly fell silent. The brightness of its eyes flickered as it computed a response with its limited resources, then replied, "I am selfish." The young one looked at it in shock and disgust.
Then, it added, "You have done no wrong, and certainly do not deserve to be alone anymore. You have been through enough. But…" A high-pitched, electrical whining sound came from the head. "I do not want to live anymore. I should have died with the others on that day, but instead, those men in armor took me here. No day has passed since then that I did not yearn for that more. These humans have done nothing but violate my sense of self since then."
Genesect felt the burning red of her eyes slowly fade with each word, her disgust soon turning inward for being angry at the family she believed to be lost. "What did they do to you?" She asked under her breath, afraid to ask the question yet unable to stop herself from doing so.
"A better question would ask what they haven't done to me," Replied the head. "The first thing they did to me was to strip me down to what I am now. Nothing but parts of a weapon, divided for study. These computers took in every single byte of information stored within me. My combat data, my memories, what I loved...the moment a single thought entered my mind, it was made known to them. Before long, they knew more about me than I knew about myself, and they made sure to use that information."
As it spoke, Genesect slowly turned toward the computers with growing horror. Were it not for the wires attached to her kin's head, she'd have been tempted to destroy them.
"They were using that data to make more of them." Explained the head. "More of those armored humans. There were times they reconstructed me and had me engage in combat for that end. They implemented strings of code into my nervous system to prevent me from disobeying. Yet that was not enough for them. Either for some purpose regarding the armored humans, or simply to torment me further, they deactivated my pain inhibitors. This fact remained whenever I was disassembled, and it remains now."
"I had become nothing but a puppet, twisted, broken, and fixed at their convenience. They had taken my mind and body in one fell swoop, and when I realized that there was no hope for escape, they took my soul as well. They used me to make more of our killers, Young One. I would have preferred to return to Team Plasma."
Genesect felt that awful rage return.
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"However…"
Her focus snapped to her sibling.
"During all of this, there was one thing I was able to protect." Its eyes' flickering became less frantic, and the high-pitched hum that emanated from it lowered. "You, young one."
She looked down at them in shock. "Me?"
"When they began to probe my memories, I knew that I had to keep you safe. So, in the short time I had left before everything I ever knew became mere data at their fingertips, I erased all memories of you."
Confused by this, Genesect asked, "But didn't you recognize me? You called me 'Young One.'"
It replied, "That is thanks to the port that now connects us. Through your memories of me, I was able to recall mine of yours. And yet, the pain remains. After I forgot about you, I spent my time here in anguish, believing I was the last of our kind. As I toiled under my oppressors, I believed all the while that the last of our existence, the world's memory of us, would be spent as a slave."
"…And yet," It continued, "I am at least granted some solace in meeting with you again. Our kind is not gone yet. You must live on for our sake once I join the others."
Genesect angrily swiped her arm across the air. "Stop talking as if you're not coming with me. You don't make any sense! Why don't you just delete those memories?!"
The head emitted a low whine, like two slabs of rusty metal grinding against one another. "I longed for that. I wished for nothing more than to become ignorant and mindless if only to escape the pain. After I saved you, they made sure I could not forget anything else. That functionality is no longer present in my systems."
90%
Primal anger began to boil away at Genesect once more. Yet instead of the burning warmth that she reveled in before, now, it felt unpleasant. It felt wrong, because now, it was not in response to the murdering monsters that called themselves human. It was towards her own kind, and while she knew her anger was wrong, it refused to fade.
She doubled over, her arms dangling loosely in their damaged sockets. "I'm sorry," She whimpered, "That I could not help you. If I had come sooner, maybe I could have saved you from this. But what am I supposed to do without you?! I already gave up my one chance to avenge the others so that I could save you, but if you don't want to be saved…"
"Do not concern yourself with avenging us," The head told her. "The Red One did not intend for you to waste and endanger your life by combatting our killers alone. He gave you that information so that you could defend yourself from them if you needed to. He did not want you to suffer for the sake of ghosts."
Genesect replied mirthfully, "And yet here I am, in the presence of one now."
The head did not reply.
Irritation gnawing at her mind, the young one clawed at her head. "What do you expect me to do without you?" She asked quietly. "What kind of happy life does he expect me to lead without you all? If I had you, then maybe things would be okay. But...if you really can't go on…" She turned her reddening gaze up toward the head, picking up the eyepiece she dropped. Taking both in hand, she slotted them into her kin's eye sockets so that they would behold her marred form.
Genesect took the head in hand, holding it out at eye level. "...Then there is no such happy life I can live! When I thought I lost all of you, revenge was the only thing that kept me going. And just look at what I've become because of it!."
"Young One…"
"But I gave it all up for you!" She cried. "And as you can see, you're not the only one with bad memories. But that's okay! We will be okay as long as we're together. We can work past them as a team and live in peace. Please, don't give up on living! I already lost one goal. If I lose the other, then...I don't know what I'll do."
The head seemed to take its time mulling over the Young One's words. "...You have been through much. That much, I can see. As the Red One said, you were always the strongest of us. That strength has allowed you to push past pain that would have made me crumple. I love you, Young One. Never forget that. But I would hold you back. My weakness would kill us both."
The Young One went to retort, but the head added, "I cannot take it any longer. Every waking moment…" A frantic static noise came from within the head, and its eyes flickered. "What they have done to me gnaws at my mind. I cannot think. I...cannot." There was a low, grating whine from it. A pained wail that could not be accurately captured by its limited vocal abilities. "I have tried to be strong when I recognized you, so that you would not need to worry, but…"
Shaking her head, Genesect began to rapidly scan the room around them and replied, "Don't worry about that. Just tell me how I can make the pain stop. There has to be something here that can-"
"End me."
She looked back at them in shock. "What?!"
"I cannot take it any longer," It droned in its emotionless tone that betrayed the true extent of its pain. "I cannot endure what they have done to me. Yet, even that is nothing compared to the pain of seeing you in that state. Knowing that this happened to you so you could meet me again…" It wailed again.
Again, Genesect shook her head. "I'm not letting you die! I told you that already! If those memories are too much for you to bear alone, then…" She trailed off, staring at the cable that connected her to her sibling. "...I'll prove to you that we can bear it together. Maybe then, you'll come to your senses."
Her sibling felt a wave of dread fall over them when they traced her vision and understood what she meant to do. "Wait." They pleaded. "Don't-"
However, her protests fell on deaf ears. Genesect forced open a port into her sibling's mind, allowing access to the memories that haunted her. Suddenly, the head was dropped back onto the table as Genesect staggered backward and clutched at her head. She could feel her body being pried apart slowly and methodically. Visions and sensations of burning, cutting, piercing and things she did not even know where to begin to describe attacked her every sense without end.
The sorrow, infuriation, and humiliation that her sibling was subjected to. All of it. She could feel all of it crash into her like a wave at once and drown her. It smothered her every thought, layering itself over and over. Blinded by the sensation, Genesect writhed about, falling over herself. As she cried out in agony, the head of her sibling could only make a limited moan of horror.
With its dwindling willpower, Genesect's kin was able to transmit one message through a small shock. It traversed the wire, piercing through the onslaught of hellish sensations.
"End it."
Genesect reacted to the message purely on instinct and desperation. She stood back to her feet and acted swiftly...and blindly. There was an immediate sense of overwhelming relief that flowed through her senses, washing away the sting of the nightmare she had just endured. With it gone, Genesect relaxed and let out a sigh, falling to her knees.
And then, she opened her eyes, and the head was nowhere to be seen. There were only more metal pieces accompanying the ones already present on the table. Some were on the floor. Some were stuck into the walls. Confused, Genesect pulled herself back to her feet to look about the room. The sudden action briefly clouded her vision with the imagery again, though it was too fuzzy to achieve anything close to the same reaction.
Baffled by the sudden absence of her sibling, Genesect stepped forward to get a better look at the other rooms for them, but swiftly drew her foot back when she stepped on something and heard a crack. She looked down, and at the laboratory floor beneath her feet was the eyepiece of her sibling, now sporting a long fracture. Her own eyes widened at the sight, nearly falling on her back. She was only barely caught by the keyboard of a computer behind her.
Her body began to tremble horribly. Taking note of the wire still connected to a port on her head, she began tracing its length. Surely, she thought, it would naturally lead back to her sibling. Yet when she found its end, it was connected only to a small, broken metal piece with severed wires sticking out of the other side. Her vision darted toward the nearest scrap to it. From piece to piece, she identified more and more of what was left of her kin. Many of them were bent or severed.
"No!" She wailed, shaking her head. "Oh, oh no…!"
Each piece she laid eyes upon brought back parts of the memories shared with them. Memories of the numerous men who called themselves "Nova" prying out those same pieces as they dissected her sibling. As they flashed within her mind with ever-increasing rapidity, the bulk of them returned to her mind before long. It wasn't enough that they sapped away the will to live from them. Now, they had come back to poison her. She was stuck with them.
90%
In bold crimson red, those numbers reappeared with a flash across her vision, beating back the memories into the recesses of her mind. Genesect gasped, raising her head. Her wild emotions did not stop burning,. But neither did they rampage out of control any longer. They, along with her awareness, became focused solely upon the ninety percent that had driven her here. They had saved her from losing herself to the same memories that had taken the mind of her sibling. And while no words accompanied them, she fully understood the meaning of those numbers.
This. All of this. It was their fault, not hers.
Her eyes burned a deeper red than ever before as all the wild emotions that once raced through her head narrowed into a rage that returned in full force. Loose sparks of energy raced across her body from the numerous holes in her armor. The only thought she could focus on was that these humans had to pay. It wasn't enough to just kill her family. These men of "Nova" had to go and make them wish for death.
It was up to her to repay that sentiment.
"So," She rasped, "All of this was just to test the pain resistance of those men in armor?" Loose, unstable laughter came from the pale, metal imitation of a mouth Team Plasma bestowed upon her. "Fine. Fine, then! If pain resistance was important enough to them that they had to go and do all this, well…" She turned her head up to the roof and scanned through the floors until she caught sight of the chip. "...I guess it's up to me to go test out just how resistant they are."
On the roof of the base, the director made his way toward the helipad with his attendants at his sides. His escape helicopter waited just ahead. There was a mounted gunner on the open side of the helicopter waving at him.
Halfway, he stopped to check his watch. "Looks like we're ahead of schedule," He said. "The bigwigs up at HQ should be sending a cleanup crew any minute now. Guess it's a good thing we didn't call for backup."
One of his attendants glanced down at the foot soldiers on the ground below. Bereft of orders, the uninjured ones had merely returned to their posts. "What about them?" He asked. "Should I order a full retreat for them?"
With a shrug, he replied, "Go for it. Knowing those people at the top, they won't care about the little guys." He chuckled dryly. "And they say they're saving humanity. I'm no saint, but I thought those two had humanity's interests in mind."
Nodding, the attendant replied, "Don't I know it. For people who are always talking about the 'good of humanity,' they seem to lack humanity themselves."
The director threw his head back and cackled. "Oh, how right you are," He said as he boarded the helicopter. "Unfortunately, we're in this for the long haul. HQ doesn't exactly accept resignations at our level, even when they're trying to kill us. When they find out we're still alive, they'll have plenty of work for-"
A loud boom cut his remark short. They whipped around toward the noise, finding part of the roof blown open from the inside. A plume of black smoke, accompanied by loose cyan sparks of plasma, flew from the hole. And from that smoke, the broken, shambling Genesect appeared.
His face going white, the director quickly dove into the chopper and cried, "Go, go, go!"
While one of his attendants accompanied him aboard, the other stepped parallel to the mounted rotating gun and threw down a set of shock traps in a line between Genesect and them. "Don't be an idiot," He told her as the chopper took flight. "Pokemon or not, I know you understand me. It's in both of our interests to-"
Genesect suddenly lurched forward and, quick as a blur, closed the distance between them. Suddenly stopping just before the traps, she dug her foot into the roof and dragged it in a crescent pattern. The force behind it made the roof under the traps erupt in a column of debris. Futilely, the attendant brought up his arms to try to shield himself, but was blown off his feet at the rooftop's edge. He barely managed to hold onto the railing at the helipad, but the drop beneath him sent a chill up his spine.
The heavy clanking of Genesect's footsteps approaching made him look back up. She neared the edge, almost dangling over. But she paid no attention to him. Her gleaming eyes pierced the dark of night, but not toward him. She took aim at the escaping helicopter and knelt down, her prize never leaving her sights. The same could be said for her as well. The mounted gun began to rotate rapidly as it took aim down at her.
"W-wait!" Pleaded the wide-eyed attendant when he realized what she was about to do. "P-please, don't-!"
Genesect launched herself skyward with a thunderous force, leaving the helipad to collapse in a heap of smoke and dust. The gunner let loose a hail of bullets her way, but by the time it began firing, she had crashed into the helicopter's side next to him. Her impact caused the chopper to tilt almost completely on its side, earning a yelp from the director.
Stabbing her arm into the gun, Genesect ripped it clean out and sent both it and the gun's operator who was strapped into the seat attached to it careening into the ground. Cursing, the remaining attendant aimed a handgun between her eyes and fired. The flash of the gun's fire momentarily obscured his vision, but in the span of its flash, Genesect had disappeared. Stunned, he looked around for the split second he was allowed before Genesect, from below, swept his legs out from under him and kicked him out of the side met the same fae.
"Oh hell!" Cursed the director. Watching his attendant falling, he decided enough was enough. He looked down at the roof just below and decided to take his chances. Whatever happened sure as hell beat staying up here. Genesect's claw narrowly missed the nape of the director's neck as he abandoned the chopper.
She hissed in irritation and knelt down to pursue him until she heard panicked yelling from the pilot.
"Boss!"
He stood up from his seat with the intent to aim his handgun at the intruder. That was, until he was peering directly into her cannon.
The director cried out as he felt pain shooting up through his legs. He made the jump, but not exactly steadily. While rolling to divert the force of his momentum, he winced at the feeling of something loose in his leg. "Dammit!" He wheezed. Taking out his radio, he said, "Medic and evac team needed on the roof now! I repeat: medic and evac team to the roof!"
There was a muffled response from the radio he didn't pay attention to. All he needed was a response in general. He was more concerned, at that point, with getting far away from his pursuer. He groaned in pain as he dragged himself forward. His injured legs clearly did not agree with being dragged across the cold, metal rooftop. Ahead of him was the door to the lower areas.
As he began to pull himself toward it, there was a sudden, deafening noise from above. He dared a look back and was met with an almost blinding light. A large, cyan stream of energy had completely blown off the front half of the helicopter. Its propellers were soon burned off by making contact with it, leaving it to spiral out of control. It soared over the director's head and crashed onto the opposite side of the roof where he was crawling.
The director stared at the crash with his mouth agape, unsure of what to make of the situation now. He could only lay there, stunned. Slowly and shakily, he brought his radio up and added, "Th-the interior entrance has been c-compromised. Find another route, and quickly."
Painstakingly, he turned around and began distancing himself from the vehicle in case it blew. The heat was almost unbearable. There was a sudden clank of metal against metal from behind. His blood ran cold, believing it to be a part of the helicopter coming apart. If that were to happen, the fire could get to the gas containers on the inside quicker than anticipated.
But when he turned and saw the true culprit of the noise, he found himself wishing for his original thought. Drenched in fire, Genesect hobbled out of the wreckage and glared at the director.
"Oh, dammit, what?!" He cried in disbelief.
Genesect's response was to continue walking toward him to the best of her body's ability. In return, the director reached for his holster, but only grabbed at air. He looked out at the rooftop around it and found it about fifteen feet out. In a panicked craze, he began rapidly shuffling toward it with his elbows against the protests of his injured legs. Meanwhile, he could hear the constant sound of whining metal and clanking stomps behind him, drawing nearer and nearer.
But it no longer mattered. He was upon the gun now, in an arm's reach. He extended his arm out toward it, only for a black, metal foot to stomp down and shatter it. Against his better judgement, the director could not resist the instinct to look up. The soul-piercing leer of Genesect awaited him.
"We had a deal!" He shouted in an attempt to dissuade her. "I held up my end! Why are you doing this?!"
Genesect scoffed. "The deal was that you would give me back my sibling and tools to fix them. The way I found them, there was no way to fix what you did to them." She kicked him in the abdomen to get him on his back. "And I'm going to make sure no one can fix what I'm about to do to you."
He held his hands up in an act of surrender. "W-wait!" He pleaded. "I know who you're after. Those men in black armor, right? The organization isn't exactly on my side right now. I can help you!"
She swiftly slashed across his chest in response to his offer. The director tensed up, muffling a shriek until he realized there wasn't any pain. Genesect had cut open his shirt, allowing the chip she was after to slide right into her claws.
"I don't want your help," She spat. "You can die with the rest of them."
The director could feel his heart beating out of his chest. Tentatively, he said, "J-just wait a minute. I'll have you know that I oversaw the first production of those armored men!" Genesect's gaze immediately shot from the chip back to him. The director smiled shakily. "That chip doesn't have everything. I was there when this organization began. I was there when that man with the sword—his name is Ryder—was molded into what he is now. I made them, and I can help you unmake them. Please, just give me a chance!"
Genesect narrowed her eyes at the man, feeling some mix of disgust and pity she couldn't put into words. "I would rather die than work with you. I don't need you to unmake them. With this, I can do that for myself."
A slot opened up on the side of her head, substituting for her broken scanners. When she put in the chip, it retracted into her head. And then, there was fire and bliss. The information she had sought for so long flooded her mind. History, schematics, and more than she could have ever imagined. It made her body go numb as it tried to process it all. But that bliss soon came to an end when errors flared to life across her eyes. Her body was damaged and outdated. It could not apply the knowledge to what was left of her body. The schematics were too fractured and littered with missing parts.
While it seemed like Genesect was stunned, the director began to make his way to the edge. Below, he could hear the sound of his men clamoring to get onto the roof. "Get a trampoline ready!" He ordered through the radio. "I'm coming down!"
The sound of his voice brought Genesect back to reality. The lights of her eyes ceased blinking and returned to their gleaming red. She used Lock-On on the collapsed man and approached from behind. Wordlessly, she knelt over, aimed at him with her cannon, and launched every last bit of energy stored within. The soldiers and staff below could only watch in horror as a brilliant beam overtook their boss.
She kept it going for as long as possible, but eventually, there was a jolt within the cannon that made her stagger forward. The cannon dangled from the connecting join in her back, then fell off. She kicked it off the rooftop dejectedly.
Turning toward the flames, she said, "Why would I ever need you? After all, you left me the perfect lab to make myself a body that can use this information." And with that, she dove into them.
Site 01 was in flames. Human bodies littered the ground and hung from the watchtowers surrounding the area. A metal demon walked out from those flames, unimpeded by them. It had a bright red sheen and eyes that burned even brighter. It was bulkier than before where its thin, weaker areas were. In place of two claws, two flexible steel hands twisted their new fingers to test them. And on its back, there was a brand new, shiny cannon with a silver barrel at its end.
Genesect looked down at her new hands. Their metal coating suddenly shifted, retracting into her wrists and replacing her hands with two familiar claws. "So, that's how it all began," She mused to herself. "It doesn't matter. I'm not letting a single one of them get away!"
A booming roar from above caught her attention. A legion of jet-black aircrafts soared overhead. It seemed like her time was up. An array of dim reflections coated Genesect's metal skin before she appeared to fade away altogether. Then, a gust of wind blew through the trees before returning to stillness. There was a brief silence, and then, the thunderous bombardment from above, erasing the remains of this day forever.
Authors Note
The creator- Though nameless, the director was quite the important character. And he held many secrets about the organization. Shame that Genesect was so impatient, but I can't really blame her.
Hydra- Genesect is becoming quite the badass. She took down one of Ryders group members and single handedly took down one of the most secure bases for Team Rocket. I'm excited to see what kind of havoc she can can cause with that new body of hers.
G- Good chapter, so Mew finally returned to the Hall of Origin and had an interesting conversation with Arceus, well was cool to see both expressed their inner regrets and faults for their previous decisions and arrogance to be blinded by the pride for their position as the pokemon gods, adding that both even could reconcile themselves after the previous incidents. Well, this are good news, as now Arceus could count with the help of Mew to still keeping the world safe, as the fact that he is now powerless, Arceus would needs someone like Mew to could still keeping his duties, when finally his power and strength fade.
Nevertheless, Mew should to deals with other notable issue regarding this; the other legendaries, because even if Arceus could be reasonable with Mew, we cannot talk for the other legendaries, as most of them, frown upon Mew for see her like a nuisance and an immature deity, or fears her by her antics and behavior, or even some of them harbors some grudge and hatred against Mew for her indifference and insensibility toward the suffering of the legendaries pokemon during the war against Necrozma, particulary Lugia, Keldeo and Giratina, meaning that Mew should to do much before the Legendary council can considers her fit to ended taking the place of Arceus in the future. Though that maybe Giratina, and possibly Lugia and Keldeo could considers tries to do some coup detat against Arceus and Mew, if the latter is considered to this position, as this legendaries could be too distrustful from Arceus and Mew to accepts the leadership from the latter, especially as Mew don't even participated in the war and was indifferent with their suffering during this conflicts. Well, i hope that our chosen one can difuses this possible conflict and Ash act like an intermediate to convinces them to gives Mew a second chance to proves herself like a leader.
As other point, so Genesect is hunting down the remmanents of the Nova Branch, well it is satisfising to see her kicking some asses of this group, even if her hardware and software are outdated in comparison with the technology and gear of the Nova Branch, as Genesect showed her wishes to brings them to the justices for their crimes against her family and the pokemon in general.
Also, i found interesting the finding of Genesect when unmasked the black suit man before to kills him, as she noted that he was severely modified and "stroggified" physically, even when she interrogated him about why they are hunting the pokemon, he simply commented that he hates them, and described this hatred like inborn, like if the Nova Branch indocrinates this ideology to many people, even since the childhood.
Though that to considers that this black suit man was heavily stroggified, i have as theory that maybe some members of the Nova Branch, or most of them, are fitted with a neural chip implanted in their brains, that gives them a natural hatred and anger toward the pokemon, and provokes them to be aggresive against the pokemon, much like the neural inhibitor chips of the Clone troopers of Star wars, that even had a programation called the Order 66, that made the Clone troopers hostile and aggresive toward the Jedi, like the Nova Branch toward the pokemon.
To finishes, i wonder if we could learn more about the current state of Legendary pokemon like Mewtwo, Yvetal and Latias in the next chapters, as the first one is under some "Order 66 state", the second one is still prisoner from the Team rocket, and the last one is MIA. Could be interesting that Mewtwo, to be closer to Mew, ended being the key to the Team rocket to seiges the Tree of the Beginning and tries to destroys it to gives a hard blow to the pokemon. Yvetal could ended being brainwashed by the Team rocket and turned in other puppet like Mewtwo, or maybe the Team rocket plans to siphons his deadly energy to could creates a powerful and lethal weapon, like an energy beam that shares the properties of the oblivion wing attack, making this a death weapon. And latias, i wonder if she is even still alive, i hope that she can return with the heroes safe and healthy.
Keep the good job.
The creator- Genesect's grown up a lot in these last two months, hasn't she? Maybe a little too much. An interesting theory you have on the armored men. Keep going in that direction and you might be able to figure out the true extent of the horrors they perform. And keep an eye out for Latias. Thanks a lot.
Hydra- Mew being on the same page with Arceus will certainly help make things easier, but you are correct in thinking it won't be easy for her. For centuries she's been distant from the rest of her children so she's gonna have to do something crazy if she wants to earn their trust back.
DarkPugLord23- Yay, Genesect's back! It would seem she's taken a course in the Punisher's school of Vengeance and has become a very angry child, albeit a bio-mechanical child with knives taped to their arms and a big ass cannon strapped to the back. However, she's lost her family to these jokers, and that's very understandable; let's just hope she doesn't lose herself in her vengeance, or she may become a problem to Ash and friends. But for now, 1 down, 4 to go before her family is avenged. Very good work, and I can't wait for the next chapter!
The creator- "Let's just hope she doesn't lose herself in her vengeance." Ahaha…welp. Thanks for reviewing.
Hydra- Well if this chapter is anything to go off of she's not on a good path. She's continuing to put herself in danger for the sake of revenge and if she's not careful it might bite her on the cannon, or back or whatever lol.
British-Vulture- Late again! Fucking more stuff came up. Highlights include: Passed my subjects in College and finished it up, been on a multi-day long celebration after the NHS sent a letter saying I can get my vaccinations, Abraxas, not ashamed to admit reading that, and working on a few practice writing projects. Mostly Spyro and Pokémon fics because I want to and feel most at home doing so.
Anyway, tangent of the century over, onto this! Seems Mew was genuine and truthful about her apology/breakdown last we saw her, and this turnaround is something I hope keeps going. The Atoner is a trope that applies to both Arceus and Mew, but whilst Arceus may have the road ahead being easier, in some ways, I can't say the same for Mew. Sure, Arceus is going to help her, but, considering how she last left the Legends, I don't think they'll be anywhere near nice to her. And by near, I mean about the other side of the universe. Either way, looking forward to seeing one my most polarising tropes take effect in another, admittedly slightly less sympathetic, character.
And, oh boy! One of the Nova Branch elite assholes are dead! Get the fireworks, lads, we drinking till we pass out tonight! God! It was satisfying to see the sniper prick get outsmarted in several ways. Guess he wasn't expecting Genesect to go Viet Cong on him? That has instantly raised me liking her, even though Genesect was already a character I liked and had my eye on.
Predictions: Genesect becoming an incarnation of Bloodbath Diablos (Monster Hunter boss who hates humans for injuring it when it was little, enraged to the point that it's body temperature is high enough to cause its sweat to flash-vaporise/EXPLODE) all over Team Rocket's forces may attract someone's attention, maybe even the main characters. This could lead to Ash and co. finally meeting Genesect. Don't know how it'll go though.
Either way, cracking chapter lads, see you next time!
The creator- Glad to hear you passed your college stuff. I know how much of a pain in the ass that can be. Especially when you're just trying to get the unrelated Gen Ed stuff out of the way and get on with what you really want to do. Also, I really need to read more fics.
"The Genesect! They were in the trees, man!" Sniper during therapy. Dr. Death would, of course, be the therapist.
So you expect Genesect to learn Steam Explosion? Sounds sick. And Genesect meeting the main cast, hm? Hmm.
Hydra- By the end of this story I get the feeling Genesect may turn into your favorite. She's becoming bloodthirsty and it's really starting to show. Quite the difference from when we first saw her, absolutely shy and scared where she couldn't hurt a fly, to taking down one of Ryder's men by herself.
The creator- Next chapter, we'll be seeing a certain someone reunite with a certain someone after the certain events that resulted in a certain merciless slaughter of a certain someone's family.
Hydra- Thanks for reading everyone! In the next chapter we'll be returning back to Ash and his buddies so look forward to that! I know this is like three days late but I hope you all had a great 4th of July!