Dragonagi, Dragonagi 2 & Dragonagi 3

Congratulations. Your one step closer to reading the best fan fiction i have ever written. Its still under construction since its a rather large project of mine. Its a simple story, and a complex one in some aspects. Regardless, its a nice read. I hope you like it half as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Comments are welcome, particularly critism since i havent had ANY yet. There must be something wrong with this fiction.
if not... then *Shrugs* just as well. I spent a long time writing this. No further delays... heres the first couple of chapters of the first installment of Dragonagi.

Dragonagi

Chapter 1 : Disturbances
The hype about his past and scrutiny about his appointment as 'Blue Dragon Knight' at such an early age hardly stirred a reaction from Valthor. His rank was irrelevant. He cared not for how he was perceived but how he was remembered in the times to come. 'Titles don't mean anything' he'd tell himself. 'Its pokemon who work so hard and earn the praise that's given to me'. Heh…as if his pokemon didn't know. They knew how unfair he was being to himself.

He strolled the hallways, his loyal dark blue and black pokemon in tow, on his way to rest his mind and body after a tough, and by Dragonagi Light's standards, surprisingly physical examination. He wore the traditional Dragonagi garb. When Valthor went out on missions he preferred to wear the fitted white uniform of the Dragonagi with his rank subtly sewn on the left wrist of his long white sleeve. His hair was a short black with dark blue flecks and splotches to represent his love for his favorite pokemon.

The obstacle course had evidently been upgraded for his skills test. He was used to these little adjustments on his behalf and adapted accordingly. He passed a somber looking high ranked agent who greeted him excitedly as he walked.

"Hey, Valthor. I was in the Viewing Station during that last test. Unbelievably cool work in there! I hope I get to work under you one day. Keep that kind of foresight up and you'll be able to stop saluting me and all the other asses in here who think they've earned their stripes the hard way." He was jesting of course. No one earned anything in Dragonagi unless they worked their asses off. You have to make 'Pokemon Master' status before they start to even consider you as a potential recruit to undergo training as an 'Agent' in the Dragonagi Light Organization.

Looking back on it, Valthor seemed to recall his days of freelance training and random battling as his easiest. Each and every 'agent' in Dragonagi Light was a well-oiled pokemon battling machine once they finish their initiation. And most go on to greater things within the Agency. Much greater. Dragonagi is all about evolving and self-improving and it always allows its agents this opportunity.

Valthor settled down on his well-kept bed and dwelled on his first life. His past life. He remembered his upbringing on the farm in Gedyn all those years ago. A terrific way to grow and learn life's little ups and downs. His parents were successful but humble farmers, always teaching him the values and morals of an honorable and fulfilling lifestyle. It wasn't until he was five that he received his very first pokemon. A puppy Houndour. And not just that, a very special Houndour. Classed as a shiny specimen, because where its beautiful short black and red striped coat should have been there was instead a series of dark marine blue stripes. Beautiful to look at.

One day while walking through the surrounding hills, the adventurous boy came across a terrifying and particularly menacing Pinsir intent on doing harm. His valiant pokemon bounded between the foe and his master and roared his defiance with the ferocity of one that has everything to lose. The bug type pokemon did not feel like dying that day and fled before he was roasted and toasted. From that day on the houndours endless courage earned him the name Valor.

'Heh… and how would that Pinsir fare now I wonder?' Valthor thought as he recalled his first meeting with Dragonagi Light. It was shortly after he'd defeated the Elite four and Lance four years ago. No one who battled himself and Valor walked away without a burn. It was a fun time… but he always needed more challenges in his life. He easily dispensed with the Elite four and was quickly acknowledged by the Agency. They had watched him closely over the past few weeks at that time of his life. They had no restrictions on age. It was strictly skills based assessment only and Valthor had more than they had ever seen before.

He was eighteen now and so far the youngest ever Agent to make it this far up the rankings and make it look so easy but back then the world was his battle dojo. He was a largish man now, about six feet tall and athletic in build. He was naturally athletic, but if he weren't, then the regime in the Agency would quickly make him so. It was a physically demanding lifestyle.
He remembered how he was approached by Lance after his victory ceremony in the Pokemon League. One by one he beat the Elite four to a pulp and then valiantly defeated the charismatic and entertaining Lance. The swarming media entered with blinding flashes and annoying microphones. Then life developed into a confusing couple of years. First of all, the reporters and photographers had some how been distracted by a beautiful young trainer (who he had every intention of talking to, she was very hot) tripping over and twisting her ankle directly in front of the gathered news people. As he dwelled on how beautifully black and long her hair was, Lance pulled him to one side as the camera crews and reporters had their backs turned. He thrust a rolled up scroll into the bewildered trainers' pack and whispered privately in his ear...

"Take this and show no-one. Trust nothing until you complete the instructions in here. Delay not and good luck. I won't see you again for a long time, Brad, but you will have to greet me when you see me again." Of course none of it made sense then. But as he followed the instructions precisely and without delay he was quickly beginning to open his eyes to some of the possibilities.

With the 'D' neat and boldly painted on his hotel window in the slimy white paint the instructions suggested he use, he waited and waited then waited some more for something to occur. Then as he sat down on his bed staring at the bland and boring artwork he'd produced, his eye caught something dark directly next to him. He attempted to jump and stand up to this unexpected challenge but before he could flinch, the assailant was upon him and had him pinned in a fluid and skilled motion. It was the girl with the beautiful jet-black hair. She was dressed in a completely black fitted uniform now. He noted six pokeballs strung neatly in small black pouches along her left thigh and how compact her ninja jumpsuit was clinging to her body complimentary to her figure.

"My name is Larissa. If you want to truly live the rest of your life as a pokemon trainer then you will remain silent for the duration of what I have to say." She sounded so serious and so deadly to him, a tone that matched her ninja like d?cor. She seemed like the kind of person who knew how to handle herself. He dared not even breathe loudly during the short, informative speech she had to give him. Not after that opening. They were directions of course. She said she was to escort him to something she kept on referring to as his "opportunity for a real challenge". How intriguing it was for him. Could this be something he couldn't achieve? It seemed so…. deep and serious.

Whatever it was, he felt it wouldn't beat him. It couldn't. He would ride this unexpected wave until it broke as waves always did in the end. Well he'd been riding this particular wave for over four years and it only grew with every breath he took. The Dragonagi Light Agency was a wander to behold when he first entered its secret halls and hi tech ways. 'How could something so big, so important be so easily concealed?' he remembered asking himself when he first arrived along with about thirty other fresh raw recruits. Everything there was futuristic and hard. It was not a dwelling of comfort, but of efficiency, economy and above all, tradition. There must have been billions of Gedyn dollars invested in this place. Dragonagi Light was an organization designed centuries ago, when pokemon were first discovered and evil was first sensed, stirring about and scheming ways of harming our beloved Pocket Monsters. It exists to protect and serve pokemon in any way and every way it can. But to do this effectively, it remains a secret to this day.

He recalled how amazed he was at being one of the three recruits successful in passing the five days of initiation examinations out of the thirty who began them. One of the other passing trainers was his very best friend and most trusted source on Kanto, Johto and Houen celebrities, Miguel, who will be explained later. He's very cool, believe me.

Valthor woke early that morning and dwelt on more recent events, about two years later to this present. The past few days had been a little inconsistent with what he'd been used to. Two days ago he was training (and leading the class by far) for a 'Reconnaissance; level 5' badge, the highest level achievable. When midway through the final practical exercise a veteran agent stopped proceedings to ask the instructor if he could take Valthor to be briefed on a 'mission' back at the main compound. It couldn't wait?! Three more minutes and the badge was his! How annoying.

He was taken to a briefing room where he found several other trainers including Miguel and a few others. He was particularly knowledgeable about them due to their reputation as the top percentage of young agents. They were seated sporadically and looking as annoyed as he felt about their studies being interrupted. He noted the two things all ten trainers in the room had in common straight away. All were young and all were very lethal in the field. It was rare to have them all in the same place at the same time this way. Miguel greeted Valthor and bade him to sit next to him for the up-coming news or whatever was coming. Valthor was relieved a friend was here too.

chapterrrr 2, just a few inches lower...

Chapter 2 : Meet Miguel & Erinn!!!

To this day Miguel had never lost his knack for comical sarcasm at the most inopportune moments. Countless times he had received the honor of 'floor polishing' duties for his untimely remarks often hissed behind a ranking officer's back just one or two octaves too high. There were never enough steel metal walls or floors or even roofs to polish in the Dragonagi complex for a lecturer to point at. Miguel had been well acquainted with most of them. He was just a guy with his own views.

Miguels' real strength (away from Pokemon and polishing) was his immediate relationship with PC's. And here Valthor had always naively thought a PC was useful for only storing Pokemon and items of importance. For years before he had been initiated into Dragonagi, Miguel had been entertaining himself by hacking into assorted major firms and simply enjoying the views of success his talent allowed him, perhaps even using his high intellect to point out flaws in the firms' security and how to fix it. Many low life hackers felt this was unjust and unfair but Miguel earned his way by updating online security systems this way. He enjoyed his skills on the PC almost as much as training Pokemon. Now eighteen like Valthor, Miguel wore a long full-length heavy black leather coat, which he preferred over any of the uniforms Dragonagi supplied, of which there were many. Miguel was very fashion conscious and always dressed sharp and cool. He wore his black leather coat over a grassy green jump suit. His hair was also black with green stripes, since it was his favorite color.
Miguel had an especially advantageous talent when it came to his Espeon. He possessed an unusual psychic link with his Espeon and used it in battles. They communicated without effort and amongst other things, this skill permitted him to know what other pokemon were saying. They would speak in their own language and then Espeon would translate for him, since it understood, being a pokemon itself. His induction into Dragonagi Light was assured because of this and he enjoyed knowing his bond with Espeon guaranteed his inclusion. The hierarchy of the agency immediately noted his one-off talents and has kept a very close eye on him for a long time. He has always blossomed under the guidance of the Dragonagi laws and traditions. His onfield work has always been flawless and incredibly precise.

Next to Miguel sat another highly impressive trainer and agent, Erinn. Many an agent had a strong crush on her, as she was both very pretty and very nice.

Erinn was another recent recruit of the Agency and has been watched even closer since her burst on the pokebattling scene. Her awareness and foresight on the battleground at her young age was very hard to avoid noticing. Everyone who had met her understood that here was a trainer who was mature beyond her years. All who had battled her were now well aware of her passion for victory.

Born and raised on a small isolated town in Gedyn (a land far away from Kanto over a vast and violent sea), Erinn knew that from the day she received her first pokemon that she was destined for big things. She'd studied in the towns' tiny library and worked very, very hard to understand the ways of the magical beasts called Pokemon. She became a little known hurricane in that town, destroying all the local small time trainers in no time at all. By the age of eight she'd been so competent and determined to improve and experience everything life with pokemon had to offer, she'd left for a journey around Gedyn.

Four beautiful and very progressive years of discovery later, she'd accomplished the most difficult tasks offered with apparent ease. Others took lifetimes to finish what she had done. She was a prodigy to the Agency. Defeating all eight Gym Leaders in the region, Erinn left Gedyn and mysteriously disappeared for two short years to perfect her art. Her return was eagerly awaited and quickly noticed by Dragonagi. She was quickly offered a place in the Agency, which she accepted. Her meteoric rise to stardom was complete, albeit a secret one. At just fourteen and a half, Erinn was the youngest agent ever. A remarkable feat.

Once in the Agency she continued her development as both a trainer and an individual. She's rewarded the agency with many remarkable exploits in the short two years she has been there. Erinn didn't feel she worked any harder than the next trainer did, and she'd be right. At just sixteen, Erinn was simply a star, meant for the line of work the Agency supplied for her.

She smiled pleasantly at Valthor as he sat in the swivel egg chair between Miguel and her. Valthor noted her cool reflective white and light blue battling outfit. It was custom made for her by the tailors at the Agency and it comfortably wrapped around her slim frame.

No one in the room seemed to know anything about what was going on. If you were to ask Valthor, the dark wasn't always the worst of places to be in. If only the world knew what the agents of Dragonagi Light were privy to knowing. 'Sometimes it's better to live in ignorance' thought Valthor. The world of pokemon wasn't all black and white, as most would be led to believe. Pokemon-related crimes were becoming more and more complex and co-ordinated. Admittedly, the agency was responsible for the ultimate demise of the infamous Team Rocket, who themselves were responsible for some of the worst atrocities committed. But since their fall other more heavily funded and sickly organizations have risen to take their place. Valthor was unlucky to have missed out on Giovanni's demise. It would have been a sweet victory for the Agency and cool to watch.
Xvax stalked the halls alone with his thoughts as his entourage of officials and executive agents followed him, continually pumping the 'Head Director' with updates and input he seemed to effortlessly file away in the back of his mind ready for extraction whenever he pleased. He wore his office suit roughly tucked in and his tie barely tied. His short trimmed beard was getting out of control. He was an incredibly busy and important figure in the Agency and well respected for the thorough job he always performed. Director Xvax never took 'no' for an answer and never ever showed mercy to new recruits, as Valthor seemed to remember vividly. He was easily one of the more scary members of the agency and was often avoided by those below him.

His thoughts this morning as he approached the briefing room were deeply depressing. The recent events had not made sense until just a few days ago. Even now there was no solid evidence that it was even possible. Just thinking about it was enough to make the man shake uncontrollably. 'It wasn't possible. It just couldn't be. How could Kurt be so ambitious and so careless?'
"Director, is everything okay?" quietly asked one of his closer and more wary assistants. He grunted his reply and nodded as the door to the theatre containing the alert young field agents was approached.

His thoughts continued their saddening path. 'Surely these disturbances in the land have been misunderstood. Our information must be misinterpreted. But what if it was somehow achievable? Could they truly be caught so fast? Surely not all of them? But the evidence was all over the place. It was everywhere his outside eyes were looking. Nature's balance was spiraling out of control. There was, as the agency chose to call it, a Disturbance in the world, of such a magnitude that only one thing could have caused it. It simply couldn't be.'

He quickly cleared his mind and composed himself, then burst into the theatre. His party of followers followed suit and stood to one side as he surveyed the onlooking Agents.

Valthor quickly realized the Director was not his usual self. It was evident to him from the new sweat mark on the side of his pants where he had wiped a nervous hand. Director Xvax seemed deeply rattled but was doing a good enough job to hide it from most of the Agents in the room. What could be effecting him so much? He's never like that.

"Greetings all of you! I'm sure you're all intrigued about what this particular briefing is all about. Well, let me tell you that all your hard work and determination in the field has paid off! You're all being considered for a top priority mission. What I have in store for you all should be a walk in the park and indeed a thorough lesson on just how much you have learned here at Dragonagi Light since enlisting. I have personally selected all of you here today because of your particular skills in a pokemon arena! All of your records show how successful you are at battling in a tournament styled situation. Most of those records are phenomenal! The rest, simply unbelievable!"

"Another factor in your particular selection for this mission is your age. Dragonagi always looks to the future and this instance is no different. We believe that sending more mature agents on such a mission when we have such great talent at our disposal would be an insult to you and us. But do not get big headed yet. Only four of you are going. And six are staying! Its up to you who does what. Your fate is in your own hands, such has always been the way here. Upon qualification for the mission and elimination of the six, your mission details will be given, but no sooner."

"Qualification examinations will be sectioned off in four categories! First will be an updated mental examination designed specifically for the mission. Each question will be aimed at chiseling away those confident smiles of yours and cracking open your little heads! Second will be the newly designed obstacle course. Over a million bucks went into that thing and let me assure you its no picnic! Most of it is hi tech and highly dangerous if you haven't got your thinking cap on. Pokemon are allowed in the course. Thirdly you'll be assessed on your individual, that's no Pokemon, solo recon and infiltration. We need to know that you're still sharp enough to get yourself out of a sticky situation. With no use of a Pokemon, it promises to be my favorite section. And lastly but definitely not least of all, a round robin event of pokemon battle between all of you! You'll be competing against each other so don't get too chummy! Good luck and get some sleep. You're all going to need it!" He wasn't joking.

I know it's quite rude to post in a FanFic but I had to say this: THIS STORY ROCKS!!!

Chapter 3 : Ready, Set, Galita!!!

Ack a solitary fan.. and an enthusiastic one... *Ponders suspiciously....* I'll pay you soon. I digress, the story....

It was definitely not the most inspiring speech Galita had ever heard. He remembered it like it was yesterday. Assessment before a mission was not unusual for the Director to issue. But such extensive examinations? It seemed overboard by the standards the Agency normally dealt. Four parts? And what was with Xvax's body language? It provoked immense curiosity in Galita to even think the Director could be, what…. Afraid of something? Most unusual indeed.

Galita reveled in the qualifying rounds during the ensuing week. It was a chance to showcase his tremendous skills. As far as Dragonagi was concerned there was nothing that compared to the raw power contained in this sixteen year olds' pokemon. He was one of the people described as a phenomenon in the theatre. The air positively sizzles with every command he gives to his loyal pokemon in battle. His just and true nature and transparent respect for his opponents has always put him in good stead with other agents, high ranked and otherwise. He wore a striking dark blue and black Dragonagi uniform that covered him from neck to foot. His spiky hair was a sharp silvery color. He was extremely popular amongst other agents for his cool ways and cool talk.

The following morning he quickly maneuvered through the mental examination placing sixth out of the ten that were competing for the mission. He recalled how easily Erinn beat everyone for first place with exactly 100 percent. Amazing! The test was difficult for him and the toughest part of the qualification process, as far as he was concerned. It was the lowest placing he received in that week. It went very up hill from there.

He vowed to try harder even if it killed him. He was going on this mission and that's all there was to it. His results quickly went up when he blitzed the Obstacle course. The course was seriously hard core and required split second reflexes and quick thinking just to simply survive. It was like it was made for him. It was just the kind of action he needed after being couped up in the examination room for that four-hour test. Ugghh, how it dragged on! Galita couldn't stand being stuck indoors for too long. He positively flew through it, placing second behind a triumphant Miguel, who teamed up with that Espeon, was unbeatable.

The Solo event was a particularly close and tough encounter where you had to work alone without the aid of pokemon to infiltrate a heavily guarded complex. It was a maze of different rooms, hallways and traps, and the goal was to steal a flag from the center chambre. The tricky part for Galita was that final chambre that was a giant room in itself with a small polished glass cabinet in the very centre of it containing the flag. 'I think Miguel polished that glass.' It was deliberately made almost impossible to achieve.

The place was crawling with guards but they were all on the ground with the flag so he approached the problem differently to everyone else. He filled the sprinkler piping on the roof with a highly acidic liquid he found from a barrel in an outside storage room earlier. Then he set off the fire detectors resulting in a stinging and in some cases almost blinding rainy mist falling upon those poor lads below. They really should have invested in some protective eye goggles or something. And just in case he missed some of them, he threw some precision placed smoke grenades around the flag podium perimeter. He successfully swung down on his flying fox style rope-gun and retrieved it, escaping in good time. And he only placed third for that exercise! Imagine what second (Erinn) and first placing (Valthor) did to do better. These guys were off the charts!

The last section of testing was certainly not easy and to win was an awesome accomplishment. Galita defeated Valthor in a stunning display of tactical and offensively perfect battling in the pokemon battle arena final. Galita wandered if the mission was going to be a pokemon tournament. It sure seemed that way. But all this other testing was making him wonder. Maybe it might be a little more complex than that.

All four qualifiers were to rest at night and the next morning, arrive at the briefing theatre for their mission details. Valthor was there first, followed by Erinn, Galita and Miguel. Director Xvax arrived on time and alone. His arriving without those noisy officials and executives behind him was an indication of the importance the meeting had. It was a priority mission briefing and no one other than those who needed to be there could hear what was said. Xvax looked very tired as he started.

"It's good to see you all fresh and rested! Congratulations on qualifying for this mission. I had expected as much from you four." They all puffed out their chests in pride as they sat in the swivel egg chairs. Commendations were always a welcome rarity. "You will be dispatched to Gedyn! There you will participate in the 'Gedyn Star Pokemon Arena Tournament'! It's rumored to be the biggest of its kind anywhere! We have been informed Code Gravity is intending on participating. At all costs you must not allow those misfits victory. The prize has been rumored to be a rare and beautiful pokemon. We are under the impression it will be a baby shiny Dratini, the little dragon. The trophy is also of immense value. When the Code Gravity team has been beaten, they will surely attempt to steal the Dratini and the trophy. Protect both at all costs. Ensure their safety and then await further instructions. Questions." he prompted the excited foursome.

Erinn was first in to ask. "Director, Gedyn is far. The trip will be long and time consuming. How long do we have until the tournament begins and how do we register?"
"You have been registered to participate already. It starts in exactly three weeks from today. You're expected to arrive at least one day in advance. You have time to dawdle Erinn. Don't panic" he replied jovially, enjoying her intelligent question.
"When do we leave, Director?" asked Miguel curiously, trying to hide his excitement at finally leaving the Dragonagi compound. It had been about two months since his last field assignment and he was getting sick of polishing.
"Sunrise. Also, remember to stay anonymous for the journey. You've all been here long enough to respect the rules we have here. Remain a shadow, don't interact unless absolutely necessary. Battle only when necessary. Avoid notice. If there's a problem, return a pokemon here at Dragonagi HQ with the new distress code word attached. Remember to be wary of Code Gravity. They are a ruthless organization, known for their petty crimes and mistreatment of pokemon. They will not be happy to know you are going so be careful." He paused for further inquiries. "Nothing else? Dismissed."

Xvax watched them all leave soberly. They were his very best. There was no doubting it. He wished there were another way. He hated concealing the truth from those people he genuinely liked. Sometimes his job was unbearable. At times like these it was just heart breaking.

Chapter 4 : Code Gravity

His ultra lightweight steel armor glinting in the fresh morning sunlight, Senga quietly snikkered to himself. His source had been well informed. The representatives from Dragonagi had indeed left that morning. Their tracks were still under an hour old on the path he'd been directed to. His metal boots and steel war helmet reflected the sunlight over his three companions as he turned to them. He viewed them with his hi tech vision enhancing visor. Only his ear to ear grin could be seen under it. His was a spectacular piece of machinery and a very useful one.

"Lets go." Was all he needed to say to his team. Each one more deadly than the other. None more so than himself. With his futuristic garb and polished accessories, it was a well-known fact his uncompromising style of pokemon battling had rewarded him dearly. With not only his high rank, well above that of his unit, but the flashy outfit from the highly funded pokemon scientists who specialized in pokemon technology and development within his organization. Senga wandered how many pokemon died in the process of perfecting his uniform. Although most of it was simply for show, some actually concealed magnificent technology. His temporary pokemon-cloaking device was just one nasty little trick Code Gravity schemed up for the journey Senga and his unit of Battlers-for-hire had been honorably bestowed.

Senga recalled his knowledge of the three assassins (from his personal experiences) he'd been assigned to lead to Gedyn. He sorted systematically through his data files within the inbuilt PC in his rounded helmet. There was Myth, standing nearby in his dark brown and red tunic. He had browny red hair and a scar from his right jawbone down his neck to his collarbone. He was a vicious trainer who had been affiliated with Code Gravity for a number of years now. At eighteen, he was easily one of the more accomplished trainers Senga had ever seen. What was most disturbing about Myth was his unrelenting silence. He almost never spoke even when spoken to. He would normally respond with actions like a nod or a glare or simply respond with a grunt. He was a most dangerous foe in battle and not to be taken lightly.

Swoon was easily the most classy and flirtatious twenty one-year-old, Senga had ever known. Even now she caressed Myths upper back as she started off for the long journey ahead. Her well-kept light brown hair fell over her cool, bright white and hot pink fitted uniform. She was evilly aware of her looks and used them to her own advantage whenever possible. She was a vain, cold hearted and menacing trainer whose beauty hid her inner turmoil exceptionally poorly. She truly loved her pokemon however and even professed to love them more than herself. Senga hardly doubted it. She doted on the beasts like they were people. She treated them better than herself, that's for sure. Swoon managed to annoy even him with her strangeness.

And then there was Ambre. Some of the time Senga thought of her as a docile trainer. Unfortunately, she was prone to releasing a much more hostile side the rest of the time. Actually, Ambre was purely an aggressive hothead with a desire to destroy as many other pokemon trainers as was humanly possible in her lifetime. She never actually tried to hide this either. Her fiery and destructive personality was perfectly mirrored in her pokemons ferocity on the battleground. Their attacks were unparalleled. Somehow she managed to get their attack statistics higher than normal. Her pokemon more or less feared her more than respected her however and this was something that Senga for some reason or other didn't agree with. 'But why should I care' he thought. Senga had never seen so much anger in a seventeen-year-old before. She was perfect for this expedition.

The unit headed off to finish off their mission. It had gone long and tough so far. Swoon and Ambre were having a colorful discussion about Team Rocket.
"I used to be a member of Team Rocket Swoon. They weren't as organized as you think. Giovanni was a wealthy and ambitious leader, but he didn't have the brutal instincts Marcus has. Marcus strikes fear in everyone, not because of his role as leader, but because he's a fearful man in general. I've seen him in a real hand to hand fight. He's a monster! He wouldn't hesitate to go in for the kill whenever it was necessary. That's why he's our leader and Giovanni is looking for food out of a dumpster." she laughed.
"Surely Giovanni was simply not careful enough though." Ambre argued as she filed her nails and walked at the same time. "Everything I've heard indicates he was simply beaten by some caped spy from inside. I heard he was a great boss and most respected him. Didn't he once capture Mewtwo? I wish I had a Mewtwo! Why cant this mission be to catch Mewtwo instead?! Oh! I would look so beautiful controlling a pokemon as perfect as that!"

Senga knew that he was close. This mission had gone so flawlessly thus far. Not one tiny hitch. All the pieces were in position. Just one more was needed and to accomplish it he needed to win this Gedyn tournament first. Why? He didn't exactly know. It didn't make sense to him. Marcus, Chief Strategist in Code Gravity simply wouldn't reveal why it was necessary to win but Senga wasn't going to complain. It had been a while since he'd been permitted to compete in a competition and besides… Even he wasn't stupid enough to argue with Marcus. That guy was just too scary to make angry intentionally. "JUST DO IT AND FINISH THE JOB!!!" He seemed pretty set on the idea of gaining the trophy. Marcus may wear expensive clothes, but he was a huge man and his choice of an orange suit was the only thing laughable about him. So following these losers was their mission until they reached Gedyn. Nothing was said about following them quietly. Senga snikkered to himself again as the four Code Gravity members set off on the hunt for the little agents. Everything was going according to plan. This mission was going to be so easy and oh so fun.

Chapter 5 :Johto Joustin'

The four agents breathed in the clean early morning air appreciatively. The dew still fresh from the night before slightly dampening their boot soles, they happily marched on without incident. They passed a good many towns and people on their way keeping to the side streets and remaining inconspicuous. One trainer who was lucky enough to see them complained annoyingly about not being able to catch any pokemon since the beginning of the month. Like it was their problem! Try harder!

They were making excellent time, when in the heart of a city, as they passed a large stairwell leading down into the ground to their left, they all smelt the most delicious and unbelievably stomach rumbling aroma imaginable. Miguel was first to smell it and the most immediately intoxicated.
"Gasp! Guys, its Pikablu Burger! C'mon, let's stop for a bite! I'm starving!" he almost sounded like he was complaining.
"Miguel, we have rations in our packs. We're trained to survive on wild fruits and in the outdoors." Erinn replied. The idea of a beautiful greasy Pikablu burger wasn't lost on her. In fact it appealed tremendously. They both looked to Valthor, their mission team leader, for his decision.
"He won't stop complaining unless we go in. C'mon." He knew he was going to regret this. They proceeded down the escalators to Pikablu Burger. Miguel led the way hungrily.

They lined up and placed their orders, Miguel ordering five Ka-bluey Burgers with the lot, and sat down to eat in the crowded food court. The place was very busy and most seats were filled with hungry trainers scoffing their faces.
Valthor noticed something. He was happily eating his burger, Miguel was scoffing his down, and even Erinn appeared to be savoring every bite of hers. However Galitas' attention was definitely focused on a seated trainers' back nearby. Valthor scrutinized who it might be when the man with a Pikachu turned around to look at who was making him feel so paranoid. It was none other than Ash Ketchum, The Chosen One! This could only spell disaster.

Galita lurched out of his seat and bounded in front of Ash. Ash didn't seem surprised.
"Ash Ketchum! My name is Dave Waveman! You are a great and respected Pokemon Master and I have dreamed of this day for a long time! I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" He shouted the words loud enough for the whole food court to hear and most turned to observe the interruption. Note the use of a fake name. Ash finished the last bite of his delicious burger and passively accepted the challenge. It was very rare these days for anyone to challenge him so confidently. Such was his super reputation.

All filed excitedly outside and onto the street to give the two battlers more room. They both released their pokemon and began the one on one battle. Ash needn't even bother with his Pokeball since Pikachu was on his shoulder the whole time and simply bounded into the middle of the ring of trainers. The battle was rather long and dramatic. Galitas pokemon, a strong Clefable, fought bravely and downed Pikachu with very little left in reserve himself. Galitas exceptionally powerful pokemon was returned and Ash quickly rushed his Pikachu to a Pokemon Centre in a state of perpetual shock. As he rushed off he smiled to Galita, and said.
"You won because my Pikachu had just finished battling the Gym Leader here. His name is Shibulba and he took a lot of energy out of Pikachu. Shibulba was even tougher than you." It was a challenge of course. Ash wanted to taunt Galita into doing something stupid. The Dragonagi Lights' elite training and education would make Galita well aware of this and he'd do the smart thing and gracefully decline to challenge the Gym Leader Shibulba.

"You're ON Ash! Shibulba goes down!!! Galita never declines an offer!!!" Galita responded. Valthor sighed deeply. 'Here we go again' he thought to himself as Erinn, Miguel and he chased the pumped trainer through the neat streets to the local Gym. It was a largish building with Pokemon Gym written in large letters over the door. They stopped and surveyed the square sign outside that gave a description of what's to be expected inside. It read…
'Mahogony Town Pokemon Gym
Gym Leader: Shibulba
The super shiny pokemon specialist'
"Cool!" Valthor exclaimed " Its about time they developed a Gym with this kind of quality." And the four agents approached the door, where a rather brightly dressed man was blocking the entrance. He wore bright gold and silver sequins all over his gold overalls. He looked very bright and colorful. He seemed to be covered in gold glitter.

"I want to challenge the Gym Leader here please," Galita asked politely and anxiously. The man turned to them and replied.
"I need to see three shiny pokemon before you can enter. And they had better be yours or…" the guard was rudely interrupted by Galita as he quickly opened three random pokeballs from his pack materializing three happy, healthy shiny pokemon. A Glaily, a Delcatty and a Flygon. Galita felt this was nothing fancy by his standards. Who didn't have shiny pokemon these days anyway? It was a funny thing to see such shock on the weirdly dressed man. "You may challenge Shibulba, trainer." The others laughed. Quite pathetic. The man sprinkled glitter on the trainers as they entered. How odd.

Shibulba proved to be a young and wonderful trainer who possessed vastly superior skills to your average gym leader. His chosen pokemon were all shiny and very rare and spectacular. His courage when faced with defeat at the hands of Galita was moving and when he truthfully complimented Galita on his obvious skills he impressed the party of agents very much. It was comforting to see someone striving as hard as Shibulba was. His parting words were strange though. He asked them if they had noticed anything strange about the wild pokemon lately. None of them had tried to catch a pokemon on their journey for the simple reason that the pokemon they had were already everything they needed. But they couldn't contribute there. So they were content to move on. 'His shiny pokemon and his training skills will probably land him a job in the agency one day soon.' thought Miguel, who admired the trainers' skill very much.

It less than three days before they were clear of Mahogony Town and were well on their way to exiting Johto. They reached Goldenrod City and were preparing to board the Magnet train when a woman's voice called over the din of the train and travelling trainers everywhere.
"Hold it right there!!!" A dark and beautiful trainer cleared a path through the people before her and approached the four agents in obviously dark spirits. They recognized her immediately. It was the Elite Four regular, Karen. She wore a tight fitting and cool black outfit and proudly flaunted her Elite Four badge over her heart.
"I remember you Erinn! You little swine! You were the little girl who beat me and stopped my winning streak! Well, I've evolved a lot since then you little cow! You won't beat me twice! I challenge you!" She was definitely not in a great mood. She unclipped a pokeball from her belt and held it ready, waiting for Erinns' response.

Erinn quite calmly under the rude circumstances, replied "You are not the only one to evolve Pokemon leaguer. Indeed, nothing stays the same. If you believe I was accomplished then, you will see how highly I rate now." Karen didn't know what hit her. Her dark type pokemon and their heavy defenses quickly dwindled before Erinns incredible skill. It was an amazingly easy victory, over a very strong foe. Karen was in disarray.
"No! How could this be!? You beat me so easily! What have I done to deserve this? I am sorry I was so rude Erinn. You are a great pokemon trainer and I will punish those four rats for even telling me you would be here at this time! It is they who have embarrassed me, not you. The dishonorable little f…."

Valthor quickly understood this before the others and politely interrupted.
"Who told you we'd be here Karen?! What were there names?" This was annoying news. He had suspected as much, but not this early in their journey.
"They said they were your foes. They said you were saying horrible things about me and that they would help me defeat you if I helped them. They didn't even show up, the cowards! I didn't know who they were, only that there leader was called 'Senga'. One of the two girls accidentally blurted it out. What a fool."
Valthor and his friends thanked Karen and wished her luck in finding the four liars she vowed to beat. Valthor knew that Karen would never see those four again but it would have been rude to tell her so. They boarded the Magnet train and sped off to their next stop on the way to Gedyn. The Magical land of Kanto.

Chapter 6 : Kanto Kickin'

The agents arrived safely and progressed along at a comfortable rate. They were ahead of schedule and did not encounter many wild Pokemon, which was good. The unfortunate pokemon they did run into were swiftly dealt with and sent limping away. Trainers were scarce on the paths they chose also, as they had intended. Even those who challenged them were easily and quickly discouraged, be it with a hasty "We're in a huge hurry, give us your phone number and we'll call you." Or a "Our pokemon are horribly diseased with a contagious condition which lowers their stats permanently!" Miguel was particularly fond of scaring people with the latter and frequently used it.

By now camping outdoors was already losing its novelty, especially since, wherever they camped, pokemon seemed to just totally disrespect their need for sleep and not know when to be quiet. In the middle of the night a Ledyba would call here, a Pidgy there and especially annoying were the constant Houndour howls and the Noctowls hoots in the morning. So the foursome decided that since they were in Saffron City, it was a great place to find a hotel and a comfortable bed to sleep in for the night.

The 'Midnight Umbreon' sounded like just the place. It was convenient and outrageously expensive, so it was perfect. As was the custom, the four asked for two rooms between them and Miguel and Valthor stayed in one while Galita and Erinn stayed in the other. This didn't bother Erinn since in Dragonagi, there was a strict code of conduct disallowing relations between fellow agents. Besides, herself and Galita were friends and she was used to staying in rooms with guys since it was a frequent deal in the compound at Dragonagi HQ.

The Midnight Umbreon provided all the best foods and creature comforts. All four of the agents were enjoying a great night's sleep after a huge meal when shouting could be heard in the hallway just outside their rooms. Valthor jerked awake and looked up to the hat stand to find his pack was no longer there! Galita made the exact same discovery in his own room at the same time! They all jumped out of bed and opened both doors to the hallway simultaneously. Outside, a trainer was being roughly tied up by a pokemon the size of a large man. It was a brutal Nidoking and it was using rope to tie up a distressed man. Behind the Nidoking, with his arms crossed and a triumphant look on his face stood the Great Gary Oak. He was practically royalty amongst trainers.

The security chief of the Midnight Umbreon quickly arrived on the scene and thanked Gary for helping in the investigation and doing such a great job.

"This guy has been stealing from the hotel for a few weeks now. We've been eager to get him and thanks to you we have. How can we thank you Gary?" The chief was a kind-hearted man. Gary smiled his reply.

"No need for anything Chief Chase. I'm just glad these four trainers got their packs back. And maybe that guy will be able to lead you to the other packs he's stolen in the past few weeks." He turned to the four trainers, now wide-awake and capable of speech. Valthor spoke on his friends' behalf.

"The one and only Gary Oak?! Pokemon master, elite four champion, ex-Gym Leader and pokemon legend! Wow. It's a pleasure to meet you Gary. I'm Victor and this is Dave, Erinna and Mike. If theirs any way we can thank you, then we'll be happy to help in any way we can. You've really helped us a lot." It was a genuine offer because this guy really impressed Valthor. Gary would be a very cool challenge in battle.

"Heh…nice names guys. I'll just take your word for it that they're real. No, no need to repay me. I think its time for me to hit the hay. I'm tired anyway. Pokemon are going crazy outside. You know how it is. Keep a closer eye on your stuff okay? I have to go. Cya!" And with a look of knowing, Gary Oak was gone.

He didn't believe their cover names? He was obviously a lot smarter than Valthor gave him credit for. It made him wonder… how much did he know about them? The problem with being in a secret organization as deep as Dragonagi, was that you only knew what you were meant to know. For all he knew… Gary could be an Agent! How cool would that be!?

Meanwhile that same night, somewhere deep in the forests surrounding Saffron, Senga laid another trap in the darkness to further delay our heroes. He spoke harshly to the defiant Jaded. She wore all green reflective garb and even her nails were painted green. It was a symbol of her peaceful nature and kind heart.

"You will do as we say or the Gym you have fought so hard to represent will be destroyed. You have seen my two friends there. They await my signal to leave. If I do not give this to them before midday, they will demolish your precious gym and everything inside." Senga felt this was a little childish but it was effective. Ambre and Myth were easily up to the task of flattening that building. He and Swoon loved blackmailing innocent trainers. It was a favorite past time.

So far he had been following the four losers all this way and somehow they had avoided battling more than even three trainers! It was just astonishing! They must be using some kind of Dragonagi mind trick to pursuade their challengers to pass them by without so much as a tackle. It was weird from his viewpoint. He could easily see them from a mile away but hearing them was difficult. Annoyingly enough, Code Gravity had not enhanced his hearing. The challengers they encountered would actually avoid the Dragonagi scum upon talking to the one called Miguel. What powers did they possess? What planet were they from? Curse them!

He wasn't lying to the Gym Leader, Jaded. She was aware of the low lives eagerness for senseless destruction. Ambre and Myth were waiting in the starlight for his signal to either depart or destroy. If neither were given by Midday then it was the latter. Jaded would co-operate. She had no choice and she knew it.

Later that morning the four travelers cheerfully paid the Midnight Umbreon concierge and departed through the dense forests surrounding the City. The thick foliage and harsh elements combined with the unnatural darkness were perfect cover from other trainers. The path they were on was very small and they could only walk on it in single file. Valthor was in the lead followed by Galita, Erinn and Miguel bringing up the rear. The darkness was broken by Miguels Meganium using its flash TM. Suddenly Miguel bumped directly into Erinn for she had unexpectedly stopped. In actuality Valthor had halted, forcing the rest to bump into each other rather ungracefully.

"Hey what's going on up there?" Miguel asked curiously, trying to peek over everyone's heads.

"Shhh, Miguel. Theirs a trainer blocking our path. I think I'm going to have to talk to her. She doesn't seem to be in a very mobile mood." Valthor moved further ahead of the others and greeted the trainer who actually seemed distressed.

"My name is Jaded. I am the Gym Leader from the city up ahead. I do not wish to battle you trainers. I wish you no harm at all, but I must battle you and that's all there is to it. I challenge you!" She seemed to force the words out like they were poison. Valthor wasn't convinced.
"Errr, are you sure you want to battle me? We just wa…" Miguel interrupted comically from the background.

"Our pokemon are contagious! We need to get to a pokemon cen…"

"Enough!" Jaded had no more patience. She wanted this ridiculous fiasco over with. The sooner she battled these trainers the sooner she could return home to her beautiful Gym and relax in peace. She hurled her pokeball into the space between herself and the trainer before her. Valthor repeated the gesture and the battle was on. It wasn't a long battle. In fact, he dispensed with Jaded in quick time and she almost seemed grateful… she was!

"What are you doing here if you are a gym leader Jaded? It doesn't make sense. And why are you so happy about losing this battle?" He asked about her weird reaction.

"Now that this is over I might as well tell you. I was blackmailed to battle you. I think someone is trying to stall you. He told me to battle you or my Gym will be demolished. He seemed like he was capable of something like that so I agreed to do it. I'm sorry Stranger. I had no choice. I am glad you were able to finish it quickly."

"Its no big deal, Jaded. You seem like a really cool trainer. I wish more people were as nice as you."

"Thanks. I hope I never see those people again. I'm pretty certain they should be gone by now. They didn't actually seem like they were in any mood to stay."

So, Sengas' plan to stall the party of travelers had worked. But in the scheme of things it didn't stall them all that long and they were well on their way out of Kanto. The agents were happy to march at double speed for a while to make up on time. It would be easy for each of them to use one of their flying type pokemon to fly to Gedyn, if indeed they all had flying types on them. Galita simply didn't like heights so he didn't equip a pokemon with a Fly TM and besides, the story would be a lot shorter if they did that.

With the thick jungles of Houen already reaching for them and mingling with the Kanto forests fingers, the trainers stopped for a small meal and a rest. They released their pokemon to run around and stretch their legs and/or wings for a bit as well. There was a beautiful running stream nearby where most of the pokemon played and swam in very happy moods.
"We are not alone Valthor. Espeon says theirs a trainer approaching from the other side of the stream. Says it's a girl." Miguel warned quite suddenly as he sat and basked in the tiny rays of sun that filtered through the canopy above. Miguel didn't normally like the outdoors, but he had been stuck in Dragonagi HQ for too long and was relishing the sunlight.
"Hrmm… well, she cant slow us down at the moment so let her come. She can share our food." Valthor actually welcomed a new face.

The trainer indeed approached and looked in very high spirits. She was very friendly.
"Hi! I'm Carrie. I'm a little lost. My pokemon seemed to have lost their sense of direction. Weird since that's never happened before. I'm exhausted and my Pokemon need a break. Do you mind if I let them out here too? It's such a beautiful spot." She certainly was a bubbly character. And if Dragonagi files on her were anything to go by she was as perfect a trainer as there was. Valthor remembered from his character studies that Carrie was now twenty-three years old, a perfectionist in everything she attempted and always strived for a complete balance in her Pokemon. She was extremely experienced and very difficult to beat. A dangerous battler, for sure.

"Hiya Carrie. Sure you can stay for a while. Help yourself to some of our food and let your pokemon roam as much as they like." She did so and the five trainers got along very well. Miguel even found her willing to battle him. Suffice to say he was far her superior on the battlefield and she was quickly defeated. Miguel admitted it was one of the hardest battles he'd fought for a long time. They helped her find her bearings and were on their way without a problem. 'She was so cool' thought Valthor.

Chapter 7 : Hittin' Houen

The four friends crossed into Houen and into a small out of the way town Galita had suggested would be appropriate for remaining anonymous. They approached a rather funky looking restaurant. He was excited about seeing it was still in business.
"Drinking sodas at 'Flareons Flame' cafe was always a great memory of mine as a child. This place rocks guys, just wait till you taste their famous pizza!" Galita seemed to know this place fairly well.
The waitress wrapped in a frilly apron, waltzed out of the restaurant to where the four were seated in the sunlight and placed their pizzas neatly on their table. She looked at them curiously.
"You're all pokemon trainers huh?" she seemed clever. "My names Amytha. I'm training to be a pokemon master too! I've won three tournaments this year and I am only fifteen years old!"
Valthor thought this was too good to be true because he was feeling up for a challenge.
"Well, that's good news for you because I'm a pretty good trainer myself and so maybe when you finish work you and I could…" he was abruptly stopped by a sharp and excited gasp by the teenage waitress.
"Omigod!!!" she clasped both hands together with a dreamy look in her eye as she looked behind Valthor. "It's really him! Oh wow! He's even more perfect in real life!" She was staring directly at a tall and handsome trainer with a dark and regal cape billowing behind him as he walked directly towards the trainers.
"Lance? What's he doing here?" Erinn enquired in a small state of dreamy shock herself.

The Dragon Master approached the table and waved hello.
"You four, we need some privacy. Come with me." The agents were shocked at his order and the heavy authority that it carried. None were aware of his involvement in Dragonagi save Valthor and were subsequently puzzled by their leaders' immediate obedience. They all followed Lance around the nearest street corner and into a small two story building called the 'Dragons Talon'. Lance conferred with the master of the building then turned around and proceeded upstairs to the second floor with the four agents following close behind. He seemed very business like in his efficiency. They each sat at a round table and Lance began.

"Up here we will have no threat of being overheard. This is Dragonagi property. Any building with 'Dragon' in front of it is ours and therefore yours. Use them all wisely."
"You mean the 'Dragon Wing' in Cianwood is a Dragonagi base?" Lance nodded his reply. "Then why has the Director never informed us of this?" Galita pressed for information. This was all too cool to be believed.
"Since when does Xvax the old champ tell you everything he knows? He didn't think you needed to know. But I think you do and I completely outrank him! I've brought you here to alert you. Your mission is not as it seems. Believe me! Your priority is not the tournament you travel to." This was a little weird for the four but they listened intently. Valthor was still getting over the shock of someone cool out ranking Director Xvax.

"Dragonagi Light knows of a weakening in the balance of Nature. Things aren't as they're supposed to be. Natures' been tampered with through her most mighty of agents: The Legendary pokemon. Her laws aren't being followed because of this. Pokemon aren't obeying trainers. Weaker wild pokemon aren't submitting to the pokeballs whereas the stronger are. Daytime pokemon are becoming nighttime and vice versa."
Everything was becoming clearer the more Lance told them.
"Do you see? Something has occurred over the last few weeks to disrupt the very laws of nature. What it could be, we don't know. But Dragonagi is pointing the finger at Code Gravity. That's why you are needed in the tournament. To keep an eye on one of their most dangerous members." Lance hinted to Valthor.

"Senga! What's he got to do with all this? How could he possibly disrupt nature? He's hardly disrupted us!" Valthor was deeply unnerved by all this. He recalled all the signs he'd received along the way here. How foolish of him to not see. Not to understand the pieces so obviously given to him.
"It is Senga who is the member committing this atrocity, but he is only following orders. We are certain of this. But just why he is doing this we cannot be certain. There is something about the tournament prize that Senga needs, or else he wouldn't be there. Dragonagi would have you know none of this. However, I feel it's important for the mission that you know. As I speak, other Dragonagi agents are tracking me. I'm suspected so I must leave you now. Farewell and good luck, my friends. I will see you again soon, Valthor. It was good to see you alive and well again." With a witty smile and a sharp nod, Dragon master Lance flew out the door and wasn't seen again.

The agents were in no small amount of shock. Amongst a jumble of thoughts were these… 'Nature is in peril?' 'What are we supposed to do?' 'Code Gravity must pay!' and 'His cape is so well lined, I wonder who does his ironing.' As they walked numbly from the Dragons Talon towards the outskirts of the small town their deep thinking was broken by the sound of a giant gunshot. They quickly snapped out of their deep soundless walk and ran to see what the noise was, eager for something to take their minds off the upcoming events.

By the time they made it to the sound, it appeared a race was concluding. A pokemon race! The crowds gathered around were very very enthralled by one of the trainers there. Obviously the winner, in his tightly fitted and streamlined gold and silver uniform. His hair was bright white and he had very sharp and streamlined features. By the look of him, he was a fully-fledged Gym Leader and he talked extremely fast.
"Ho hooo, Not even close, friend. You have to have more than that kind of speed to beat my Raticate" boasted the trainer. "Once around the tree over there and back ladies and pokegerms! That's all it takes! Just one on one, Pokemon-o 'e' pokemon-o. Hehehe." He liked his own jokes.

No one in the crowd seemed game enough to challenge the confident and showy Gym Leader. The tree was about 2 miles away and his Raticate looked very fit and tough.
"Perhaps these young trainers have a potential speed freak amongst them!" He gestured to Valthor and co who were already turning around and readying to leave.
"Or maybe they are just…" Valthor sensed a scene was about to unfold. "Chicken!'

All four of the trainers stopped in their tracks simultaneously and turned around with a fixed stare aimed directly at the Gym Leader. They advanced slowly back to the racecourse and stopped in front of the ****y racer trainer, standing upon his podium.
Galita opened the proceedings.
"What's your name Gym Leader?" Galita seemed in no mood for jokes.
"Blurrs' the name and speeeeeeds' the game. Are you?" He pointed at Galita. His play on words weren't inspiring.
"Blurr, you're in for a world of pain my friend." Galita was determined to put this guy in his place. Blurr lifted his voice for the gathered audience.
"We have a challenger Jynxs' and gents! First one around the tree and back wins! Raticate, take your mark!" His zippy little rodent pokemon obediently stood crouched and ready at the start finish line. Galita opened his pack and rummaged around for one of his pokeballs. He opened it revealing his superb specimen of a Crobat, a flying type pokemon renown for its extreme levels of speed.
"Crobat, take your mark!" The large bat-like pokemon hovered over the white line.
Blurr looked at the pokemon dubiously. This speedy challenger could be a problem.
"Hrmmm no matter." he said to himself. He turned to Erinn who was watching proceedings patiently. "If you could sweet thing, perhaps you could start the race for us both?" He was a ladies man evidently. Erinn couldn't help but oblige. Such attention was rare in Dragonagi, but she wasn't sure his attentions were welcome.
"Pokemon ready..….. Set……GO!!!"

The pokemon propelled themselves over the line at a blistering pace, neither one with any real definable advantage. The Raticates' little paws flinging up puffs of dirt as he zoomed straight down the track. Crobats wings were accelerating him beyond natural speeds. Both paws and wings alike were impossible to see as they approached the tree and began to break at an amazing top speed. Raticate skidded perilously around the tree for about twenty feet while Crobat easily glided around the trunk and swooped at a low altitude, giving him the advantage. On the home stretch Crobat seemed to find some kind of extra power from within and increased its already race-winning lead to flash past the finish line in a streak of gray. Raticate puffed and panted his way over the line and collapsed in a little furry heap. His little chest heaved its protests at being so tested as he lay, stomach up.

"Awww! What? No Wayyy! How is that possible? Who are you? Some kinda super speeder cheaters?" Whined the disbelieving Blurr.
"Very entertaining, Galita. Let's move." Called Valthor as the troop continued their march. Blurr had never been so humiliated and vowed to one day meet with this "Galita" again. Galita stored the G-Force badge away for safekeeping. It was useless to him, but it could join his collection.

"Pfft! Inconceivable!" shrieked the hysterical Senga as he watched the race unfold. "Even when they stop they are going faster than I can keep up!"
"Let us destroy them now Senga! Why do we wait and watch them so? I could destroy them with one pokemon!" Ambre pleaded ambitiously.
"We wait because it is the smart thing to do Ambre" he hissed back at her in annoyance. "To reveal ourselves before the tournament would be folly. Their skills are honed but ours are greater still. There is nothing to be worried about. We will have our chance in Gedyn. There our satisfaction will be met." That should keep her quiet for another hour or so. 'Lets bash them.' 'Lets kill that.' uughhh she never stopped. She demolished that Jadeds' Gym, what more did she want?!

Chapter 8 : Great Svens' Gedyn

As Gedyn was a land unto itself the four agents had no choice once they reached the sea but to take either the aerial or aquatic route. A decision that took little debate between the four adventurers.
"You're not getting me on one of those things. No offence Crobat my friend, but the sky is your domain, not mine. We go by sea." There was obviously no way around it. Galita had a shocking fear of heights. Erinn happily supplied their transport in the form of one of the most majestic and unimaginably huge Wailords the other agents had ever seen. It easily accommodated all four of them with room for about ten more. It was a royal and beautiful pokemon to behold and the trainers knew they were lucky to be able to ride on one for the whole sea journey. It seemed happy to let them too. Erinn had trained it very well.

The voyage was surprisingly quiet with little interference by other trainers. One poor chap discovered that perhaps challenging a trainer riding a Wailord of this proportion wasn't as clever as he'd originally thought and humbly decided against the battle, forcing a giggle from Erinn. Much to the agent's puzzlement, many of the water type pokemon were acting strangely under the waters surface. Magikarp were seen chasing a large powerful Mantine for no apparent reason. A Kingdra was floating upside down backwards on the surface of the water, apparently sunbaking. And weirdest of all was the sight of a Magmar, one of the most fiery pokemon of all, on a surf board with his confused trainer swimming close behind attempting to bring it under order. It was hard but they managed to ignore his pleas for help and continue. Strange times indeed.

The seas were kind to them and they made extremely good time to the shores of Gedyn where they swiftly made there way inland and into more private paths toward their destination. About half way through to the tournament, they arrived at the futuristic city of Luriri, the place for serious entertainment. Here they stayed in the bustling hotel 'Marils Getaway' where even the youthful, up to speed trainers discovered new technologies had been invented for that extra piece of convenience. It was amazing the stuff Silph Co, Chromex and all those cool technologically advanced manufacturers came up with. The cutting edge of the future was all Marils Getaway dealt with, everything else was obsolete and out-dated. The trainers thrived in this hotel, especially Miguel.

During the past few days Erinn had been noted by the guys as being a little… isolated. They were not really the types to worry about such things normally but they felt a bond with her and felt the burden of her unhappiness. Whenever Galita or Miguel told a joke or made a funny observation Erinn was always seen deep in thought and looking the other direction. It finally took its toll.

The four were logging out of the Hotel 'Marils Getaway' when Erinn suddenly asked the Hotel Concierge a question.
"Excuse me, but where can we find a good place to battle? Is there anywhere where a girl can find some decent competition around here? I'm horribly bored." she actually looked as if she was pouting.
"Well, little lady, Sven knows everything there is to know about pokemon and he's the best there is around this city. He's been at pokemon for a mighty long time and he's more like a human encyclopedia than a trainer. He's as tough as they get."
"Yes, thanks. I'm sure he's fantastic." Erinn didn't seem all that impressed but she showed she was grateful all the same and the boys followed her out of the hotel giving each other quizzical looks as they exited. This was a most unusual, yet very welcome change in her. The guys just hoped that whatever came from it ended her sad quietness.

Erinn asked people politely for directions to his house and was there quickly. She knocked on the door and asked the beautiful lady, presumably his wife if she could see Sven.
"Well sure! He's teaching our son the ways of pokemon right now. I'm sure he'll enjoy some company. I'm Esholm by the way." Svens' wife sure was a lovely lady.

She led the four trainers happily through the house, where Valthor noted swiftly some papers on a work table illustrating the adverse effects of Legendary pokemon on their surroundings. It looked boring. They continued into the back yard where a man was teaching his son what seemed to be the etiquette of a trainer battle.
"You see, Pelle. The other trainer only has six pokemon, just like you. So whoever has all their pokemon faint first loses." Sven, crouched to his sons level, noticed he had company and looked at the four trainers with an evaluative look. Each trainer felt as though Sven looked deep inside each one of them as his eyes passed over and he instantly knew all their darkest thoughts from that one look. It was an unnerving feeling. This was a man to be afraid of and to be respected.

"These four trainers wanted to meet you honey. I'll leave you to get to know one another." And with that the lovely Esholm left. Sven stood up from his crouched position and sized up the four agents again. It was even more unnerving than the first time.
"Perfect!" he suddenly shouted. "I need a volunteer to help me show my son Pelle how to defeat an opponent in a six on six pokemon battle." Sven seemed very cool and any fear of the man quickly vanished.

How could things be more perfect for Erinn? Things were always like that for her. Everything just kind of threw itself in her lap when she wanted it. The guys could only roll their eyes at her fortune.

"My name is Erinna. Don't hold back Sven. I challenge you!" Erinn was in her element once again. This was her zone, her domain and no one, not even a trainer of Svens' obvious skills was going to intrude on that. She looked determined to upstage this man.
"Heh, you seem eager my young friend. I want you to pay close attention to what we do here, Pelle. This is important. This is what pokemon training is often about. Challenge accepted Erinna! I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into." He unclipped a pokeball with practiced grace.

The battle was as intense as anything the guys had seen in a long time. Sven fought like a military tactician. Nothing Erinn did got through his defenses and nothing he could muster with his marvelous pokemon could break Erinns spirit. The battle was very hard fought and close. The two seemed to have very evenly matched pokemon and their strengths were level also. As their pokemon were switching Sven struck up a conversation.

"You are strong for your age Erinna. Indeed, if I am not mistaken, you are already a Pokemon Master. How are you so good so young? My pokemon have never been tested like this before."
Sven smiled as he said this and felt no hatred for this supreme battler.
"You are more than I bargained for also, Sven. I cannot tell you the truth behind my skills. Just know that yours will be an honorable loss, and your name will be listed at the top of my most hard fought battles. This is how you close a battle Pelle. You must understand, your father has forgotten one important thing in regards to his pokemon Special defenses. They are extra tough, I assure you. But I have one more trick to show you before he falls. My pokemon are equally strong in pure attack as well as the Special attacks I have delivered thus far."

Erinn let her words sink in for Sven.
"What? NO! She has been playing with me all this time? Pelle, watch her. She is truly a master of rare skill." Erinn finished off the battle in brutal style and their pokemon were returned to their respective pokeballs. Pelle looked as if he wanted nothing to do with pokemon for the rest of his life. He'd never seen his father lose and was shocked. Erinns' three friends just marveled at Svens very well designed back yard. Miguel noticed the rear of the house was painted with articulate detail and his garden was in a very cool pokeball design.

"Well, thanks for the battle, Sven. I think we have to go now. I hope I helped Pelle a little." Erinn was in a hurry to move on.
"Yes. Well. Thank you, Erinna for opening my eyes. The youth of today is indeed a wondrous thing. I wish you luck wherever you are in future." And with that the four trainers were once again on their way to the tournament.

Chapter 9 : Spirits

Erinn was indeed in higher spirits than ever.
"I was just a little bored and the whole nature imbalance thing was really itching me. I had to release my frustrations on somebody. And I couldn't do it to you guys, you'd be embarrassed when I beat you." The guys weren't sure if she was serious or not. The city was behind them and plenty of trees laid ahead, our heroes continued into the night, not stopping due to their random delays.

With Galita in front with the torch (to give Miguels Meganium and Erinn's Ampharos a rest) and Erinn, Valthor and Miguel following, they made their way through the most eerie and dark forests they had encountered yet. Something about this forest made their skin crawl. Apart from their footsteps and breathing there were literally no other sounds. Not even a breeze. And with no moonlight or starlight to guide them the trainers were beginning to think camping down for the night was a good idea.

Miguel was comfortable in these surroundings. His Espeon was by his side relaying psychic messages, reassuring him that there were no other pokemon nearby. Espeon also enjoyed the walk, her keen eyesight making it safe. Until…
'Something does not feel right, Miguel. I feel emptiness beyond that of the dark. It is somehow darker than dark. Eviler, emptier.' His pokemon shivered as she delivered her report. Pokemon senses were far more acute than humans were so Miguel just had to take Espeons word for it.

"Valthor. Espeon is worried. Something is amiss." Valthor considered Miguel's words. But before he could issue a reply something huge and dark and terrifying reared itself in front of Galita, blocking their path. It was a Gengar. A dark Gengar. A ghostly and powerful pokemon with supernatural powers. Galita stopped calmly in his tracks and the others did the same. They heard its ghostly calls and knew it was hostile by its screams for blood. They turned around to see if there was another track behind them when from behind another deathly call echoed through the forest.
"Gaahaahaaahaaassstlllyyyy!!!" The owner of the voice appeared out from behind them. It was the dark form of a Gastly, towering high above the trainers heads in size.. Another Ghost type pokemon, just as powerful and almost as dangerous. Both would have been hard to see in the darkness had they not been surrounded by a cold bright blue aura.

"My Pokemon! Somebody stop them. They've turned evil!" a scared trainer's voice called over the ghostly calls. From the trees next to the trainers burst a trainer.
"My names' Gingas. Those are my pokemon. Some how they simply wouldn't obey me and then out of nowhere they just evolved into the dark forms of their original selves you see here now. These aren't the pokemon I had yesterday. These are . . . are killers! And I can't even control them!" He wailed his dismay to the four trainers who had never even heard of this kind of thing.
"We'll have to battle them. They seem bigger and more powerful than normal. But we'll see what happens. Galita, you take the Gastly, I'll take the Gengar. Erinn and Miguel, calm him down."

Galita threw his selected pokeball out towards the Gastly and released his chosen pokemon, a stunning looking metallic flying type pokemon called Skarmory. It's silvery steel plumage adding to its awesome looks. It was a very cool pokemon.
"Skarmory! Bring that thing down with your Steel wing attack!" The pokemon roared her obedience with a "Mory!" and beat at the bemused Gastly with razor sharp wings, which under normal circumstances would have defeated a ghost type. But not now.
"Something's wrong Valthor! Skarmorys' attacks are ineffective!" Galita exclaimed.
"I'm experiencing similar problems Galita. Houndours' dark type attacks are bouncing off this pokemon. Gengars' are supposed to be weak against this sort of thing."

Erinn joined Valthors' side and watched the proceedings without emotion. Then putting two and two together by remembering the past few day's events, she concluded.
"Wait Valthor. Watch and learn." She said as she reached into her pouch and pulled out a pokeball, unclicked it and released her mighty….
"Machop?!?! What are you thinking?!?! It'll be destroyed. That's suicide!" Miguel protested. His argument was based on normal circumstances.
Erinn ignored him and continued putting her hypothesis into action. She ordered her small, inexperienced fighting type pokemon.
"Machop, use your tackle attack on that Gengar. Don't worry about really hurting it. Just try to hit it and remember to relax." Erinn turned to Valthor looking a little embarrassed. "He's only a baby. Heh. And he's never battled before. I'm sure it will come to him instinctually anyway."

The brave little Machop walked nervously past Valthors' heavily beaten Houndour and towards certain death in front of the vicious Gengar. Everyone watched. He looked back to his master Erinn worriedly. She coaxed him a little more.
"Go on little guy. You can do it. Just a little tackle"
"This is gonna be a slaughter." Miguel noted. The Machop took a step toward the Gengar so it was within striking distance and it watched its tiny assailant curiously. The Machop took a halfhearted swing at the giant ghost, easily twenty times bigger than itself and its little balled fist contacted with the blue cloudy surface of the foe. Gengars' red eyes widened suddenly, he heaved a groan of disbelief and gritted his teeth before proceeding to fall lightly backwards, eyes closed in a fainted state.

Everyone including Gastly let his jaw drop. Excluding Erinn. Before the Gastly could manage to gather his wits and flee, Machop had tackled him and he quickly fell.
"Amazing Erinn. I understand how that worked. Everything in nature is turning upside down and inside out. It makes sense that a type disadvantage and evolution disadvantage would work back in your favor. Good thinking."

Gingas replaced his pokemon in their pokeballs and thanked the foursome.
"You guys really helped me there. I'm not letting these guys back out unless I've got enough fighting types with me to handle them. I've gotta run. Catcha later." And he quickly disappeared in the trees. Our heroes decided not to rest until they were out of the forest.

In the next town Valthor had every intention of simply passing through with little fuss. But Miguel had other ideas. As they walked up a main street Miguel suddenly turned towards a building to their left marked Pokemon Gym.
"Errr, Miguel? What are you doing? We're supposed to be going this way, to the tournament." Erinn enquired.
"Yeah I know, and I need some practice before we get there. You three have battled a gym leader each and I think I'm due for a big win. This town has a notoriously tough gym leader so I'm gonna battle him." Miguel seemed anxious to get in the arena with this guy so they all followed him to the inside of the gym. Valthor noted the sign outside before entering.
Drell Village Pokemon Gym
Gym Leader: Dome
The Special Defense that stands the Test

Domes' Gym was an outstanding piece of architecture. It was a huge contrast to the Village outside. Everything inside appeared to be made of titanium hard crystal. Dome himself was in and welcomed his newest challengers.
"Ah, some budding pokemon league champions-to-be eh? Well, let me warn you, this is one Gym you…" Miguel quickly interrupted him. This was taking too long already.
"Look mister. We don't have a lot of time so let's just get on with it ok?" The others chuckled at Miguel's direct approach. His sarcasm was still alive and well.

The battle indeed lasted a little over twenty minutes, rather long considering Dome only used three pokemon. Miguel was perspiring once he'd finished the job. Dome was looking impressed. He pointed at the clock above the entrance to the Gym, which showed his battle time on the digital face.
"Amazing! A new record, Mike! Congratulations, that's a clear seven seconds better than the last best! I must be slipping or something."
The trainers looked at the clock, which had stopped on the number 20mins: 02secs.
Miguel accepted the badge he had no use for and the trainers exited content with their journey so far today.

Chapter 10 : Short Lived Success

The Tournament Stadium was just outside Drell village and they made it with two days to spare. They were granted entry straight away and were shown to their rooms, which they all shared since there was easily enough room for four people. The accommodations were very luxurious and they definitely found this mission to their liking.

The tournament Gedyn had organized for this year was extremely well thought out. The lay out of the contest was fair and rewarding for the best trainers. There were over two hundred and fifty contestants at the start of round one and all of them looked very competent as far as Valthor could tell. As he scoped the fixtures map he noticed 'Senga' was not much further down the list as he was. In fact should they not fail, they were due to meet each other in the quarterfinals. All of our heroes made it through to the next round, and indeed the next. Then with just thirty-two qualifiers left disaster struck.

Galita was defeated by an obvious cheater who later was identified as Myth, Sengas' second in command. He used an item while the officials weren't looking and he even switched a wounded pokemon for a pokemon of the same type and looks only with full health. Galita had no answer for this and was beaten much to an onlooking Senga and his two female companion's glee. Senga even made a cutthroat gesture to Valthor who promptly smirked his defiance.

In the next round, Erinn battled the one called Ambre. It was a tight tussle and the two girls fought for their lives. Ambre made the mistake of being over aggressive and Erinns pokemon defended and dodged their way through Ambres' low defenses and felled her in good time. Ambre was furious and spat insults at Erinn all the way back to her exit hallway. The crowd booed heavily at Ambre and cheered for the victorious Erinn generously. Some Misty trainer defeated Miguel in his quarterfinal. She was a specialist water type trainer and a very very committed one at that.

Valthor battled Myth in the Semi Final while Senga and Erinn dueled it out in the other. Senga proved to be too much for her in the end with his lightning reflexes and quick-minded decisions. Erinn had never encountered such a battler. His style was remarkable. It was like battling a psychic who knew what was coming before it came everytime. Erinn battled as valiantly as ever though and was rewarded with more roars of acceptance by the huge audience. Valthor however was aware of Myths' evil tricks and was able to counter his every move with twice the firepower. Valor mercilessly dealt the final blow and the crowd erupted in rapturous applause for this exceptional trainer. Myth was flabbergasted and looked at Valthor with a newfound respect. Senga was livid, blasting his second with a barrage of spiteful insults and embarrassing him in front of the crowd nearby.

When Valthor and Senga met in the Final it was a gambling mans nightmare. No one could pick a winner, not even Erinn, Miguel or Galita. Sengas' new age highly entertaining battling style verses Valthors traditional and subtly lethal one. The match proved to live up to all the hype going on around the Tournament complex. Everyone had been in the arena for over a week now and it had been just yesterday that the semis were completed, so everyone was eager to get the battle under way.

Senga had the whole package when it came to battling. He was as accomplished as Valthor and although he was two years his junior, he could be as versatile and include all the tricks of the trade in his repertoire just as effectively. Senga showed a prowess and a flare for pokemon that demanded respect wherever he went.

Valthors strength came from his routes, his values and his discipline. He was unrivaled on the battlefield because he believed in his instincts and his ability, along with that of his pokemon, who he loved dearly. Valthors impeccable preparation techniques and outstanding peace of mind allow him to out think, out play and out maneuver all his opponents. All this and a bit more turned out to be the difference for the Dragonagi representative as he crept over the line with one last Crunch attack by his courageous Houndour.

The crowd went absolutely wild with excitement. The stadium had never seen a sizzling show like that all tournament. Valthor had won the trophy and the Prize pokemon. At the victory ceremony Valthor stood on his podium along with Senga a step below on his left and third being Erinn on his right, just a step lower. Erinn received a valuable basket containing a number of assorted pokeballs and other various goodies like Rare Candies and such. Senga looked like he was going to explode on his podium while pretended to smile as he received his second prize consisting of a beautifully decorated Blissey with several rare items attached to her including a Lucky Egg.

Valthor stood proud as he received his prize. It was a darling little Dratini, purple as it was a rare and shiny specimen. It looked up with its baby blue eyes and looked deep into Valthor, almost making him crumble and hug the cute dragon type pokemon. He put the basket containing the Dratini down as he received his Trophy. It was made of gold and looked like any other major sporting trophy, with its high columns and large round base. However, cupped in the top of it was a very particularly interesting pokeball. It was a blue shade with an 'L' inscribed on the opening apparatus in its centre.

The award ceremony organizer could tell Valthor was a little bit confused over this ornamental pokeball and let Valthor in on its secret.
"That there is a real pokeball friend Valthor. It's a one of a kind."
"Its beautiful sir. But what does this 'L' mean?" he gestured to the blue pokeball.
"Ahh, well that's there because it stands for 'Legendary', Valthor. It's a pokeball designed to capture only legendary pokemon. That there color on it means its super effective against fire type Legendaries. There was a whole set of these things back in Johto and they were top secret don't you know. Apparently the cargo truck was ambushed and all but this one was stolen. It must have dropped out of their clumsy clutches. So the Pokemon Professor who invented them, Kurt something or other donated it to us here as first prize. Hopefully a trainer of your skill can find a use for it, even if it's just ornamental." he finished as the dumbstruck Valthor put all the pieces together at last and made his story up on the spot.
"Err, yeah. I will probably just put it up on the cabinet or something. I don't plan on seeing any legendary pokemon in this lifetime hahaha."

Valthor was forced to give up the trophy for the night for the tournament officials to engrave it and store it for observational duties. It was tradition to let the general public see the trophy before it went to the victor. Valthor had a bad feeling about this but agreed anyway. The Dratini however was his to take and he happily tucked it in with his Houndour in order to let it get used to him while on the Gedyn Star premises. It was after all what the Code Gravity freaks were after. He had it in his own room where it couldn't be safer. It warmly snuggled up to the bemused Valor. The four trainers chatted happily about how things were going so far in the mission. It was a good time to celebrate. Everything was going perfectly for them so far.

Chapter 11 : Next Stop. Quirinos!

Early that morning Valthor was awoken along with his three companions by a banging on his bedroom door. An official appeared as it was open and alerted them the Trophy and the legendary ball had been stolen. It was the worst thing Valthor could imagine. Senga and his gang had stolen the Legendary ball and were going to catch one of the legendary pokemon, probably already had all the others, hence the natural disturbances and with this last ball would probably finish the job. Ugghh, how could he have not taken more precautions? He felt so responsible.

Code Gravity had indeed revealed themselves to the Dragonagi agents by stealing the trophy. Senga remembered the genius of the deception. Code Gravity purposely left false information hinting at their interest in the pokemon prize from the tournament and not the Trophy itself. Ha, how stupid of them. And now the trophy was in his grasp as his team fled to the dark land of Quirinos, where their homeland and Head Quarters were located.

Senga had to admit it, the Intel from HQ was simply not getting paid enough. This scheme was tantalizingly genius and it made him proud to be part of such an ambitious team. He felt proud to be able to pull off the mission without so much as a serious problem. 'Those little losers were probably still asleep' he thought to himself as the team of thieves sank deeper into the woods. Senga was not finished yet though. There was one more part to play for his unit yet. It would go as smoothly as the others. Moltres would pose little resistance against the legendary ball. The other legendary birds certainly couldn't.

Valthor and his team were at a loss of how to go about the pursuit. The debate started when Galita suggested simply following the C.G. unit into Quirinos and resuming hostilities when they find them. Valthor disagreed arguing that there must be a way to know where they were going. The Legendary ball was definitely meant for Moltres. They had figured out as much simply from its description. But where Moltres was they had no clue.

Miguel calmly put a halt to the discussion by pulling out his mini PC, previously strapped on his back. He never went anywhere without it. He booted up his little super computer.
"Relax fellas, it's under control. I'll give our good friend Sven a call and he'll know where the Flaming Moltres is. He knows everything." and he proceeded to hack into the telephone services and call Sven on his home phone. The master encyclopedia of pokemon answered and Miguel, cool under pressure, got the answers from the co-operative and kind man. The two shared all they knew on the subject at hand.
"We're going to Mount Tauriel in Quirinos guys. Lets waste no more time. Legendary pokemon are at risk here." The foursome quickly packed their things and departed for their new destination. Valthor couldn't help but worry about how this mission seemed to be getting slightly out of hand.

Sven let the information stew in his mind for a short while as Pelle practiced his skills as a poke apprentice in the back yard. He understood that there was evil afoot and that it was in a race with his four friends to reach Moltres. He had to do something. He dialed a trusted friend on his home phone. It rang and his friend picked up.
"Chris Andersen. What's up?" Chris had a very cool and young voice.
"Chris it's me, I need you to repay me one of those favors. You're going to need to use your Gym name though."

Senga traveled through Quirinos with ease. It was his domain and although he was hated more over here than anywhere else, he was also feared more due to his reputation, so people generally stayed away if they recognized him. So it was a bit of a shock when, travelling through a popular city with his three fellow Code Gravity members by his side, his path was blocked by the city Gym Leader. He was masked in a very vicious looking red visor and wore a flashy red and black uniform.

"You may not pass Senga. I am Arken and you will not pass until one of us is defeated. A friend warned me of your passing and I was told you are weak and pathetic like the people you work for. You are a substandard specimen of a human and a poor excuse for a trainer. I challenge you!" Arken, or Chris Andersen as his friends call him, was deliberately baiting the enraged Senga into battling. He understood the need for these people to be halted and knew they would try to decline and be on their way. Now in front of the gathered crowd, the ruthless villain had no option but to battle.

Senga was at a boiling point. His fury was only matched by his desire to humiliate this so-called Gym Leader. Senga knew this man, Arken. He was a very potent battler, never letting an opportunity to show off go and always entertaining those who were watching.

"You fool! Why would you say such stupidity? You will surely pay. But it will be as you wish you stinking pile of Miltank dung! I will crush you!" Senga cared not for the mission at this point. He only cared for wrath and revenge. He hastily threw his pokeball into the clearing between himself and Arken, starting the battle.

Arken had the upper hand through out the battle. His skills were too much for Senga and he was eventually starting to overpower the cyber trainer until all of a sudden all three of Sengas henchmen threw in a pokeball each and each pokemon used simultaneous attacks to totally annihilate the poor pokemon belonging to Chris. Myth, Ambre and Swoon each loved the idea of cheating on behalf of their leader. Not only did it look bad for him, but it also made them feel good to simply bully another trainer into submission. They each dealt a blow aimed straight for Chris, designed to harm him. He crumpled on the floor, the air knocked out of him and dazed. All four continued on their path laughing their hatred and leaving the conquered Arken on his knees, concerned civilians simply frozen in shock of the crime they just witnessed and unable to help.

"I am beaten." He gasped desperate to fill his lungs before he fainted. He exhaled as he slumped to the ground. "I am sorry my friend, Sven. I have failed you." It would be a long time later before he awoke.

"You have been beaten! Now call off your friends or I will make their lives and their pokemon as uncomfortable as yours!" Valthor was in no mood for games. This was getting serious and he had no time for more delay. This Siryn woman was becoming a nuisance. And her voice was simply unbearable.

"LET THEM PASS!"she shouted in her usually annoyingly loud voice. Galita couldn't stand it. 'How does she continue to speak like that and not lose her voice?' He thought he would go deaf if they didn't get out of there soon. The building they were herded into was both dark and empty but it was perfect for Siryns' style of ambushing and battling for money. What a pity she gained nothing this time. Valthor put her in her place almost instantly.

"THEY CAN LEAVE!' she bitterly told her friends to allow our heroes freedom and Valthor wasted no time in making his exit. He would have to deal with this annoyance on his way home from this weird and accursed place. Something about her irked him. Something about her was amiss.

Lare watched the four Dragonagi Light trainers leave the compound and noticed they were all still in one piece. His liquid metallic eyes registered shock.
"HoW iNtRiGuInG. SiRyN LoSt?" Lare suddenly realized who would be held responsible for the four escaping. 'MaRcUs WiLl hAvE My hEaD fOr tHiS! I mUsT iNtErVeNe bEfOrE tHeY gEt aWaY!" his desperate chain of thoughts concluded and he bounded hysterically towards them from his vantage point on a grassy hill in the city gardens. He would stop them if it were the last thing he did. Code Gravity was relentless in their punishments for failure and he didn't need to be punished to know this. He recalled how easily he was taken as a child and implanted with his metal bio-mechanical parts. He was constantly teased and avoided by other Code Gravity members, especially Swoon, who was unending in her colorful taunts and jokes about him. His was a tortured existence and one he had no choice but live.

"StOp RiGhT ThEiR!" his unusually robotic voice gurgled this command dripping with panic. His voice sounded more like a blender than words. He waved his arms emphatically as he charged down to the four agents and planted himself in front of them. "Go No fuRtHeR! I ChAlLeNgE yOu!" Years of being programmed to believe failure was death meant he had no choice but to risk himself so.

Valthor and his friends were not amused and were in particularly low spirits at this stage. Siryn had been very time consuming and this guy looked like he wasn't going to be any easier. Siryn particularly weakened Valthors pokemon so it was another agent's turn to up the heat.

"You really should have gone for the all in one job pal, the half price silver caps on your body make ya look like a cheese grater." Miguel stepped forward fearlessly. This guy looked desperate and theirs nothing more scary than a desperate man. Especially a half-robotic kind. Miguel was going to be careful here. He eventually destroyed his opponent's pokemon with consummate ease, leaving no hint of a window for the metal man to win. The advantage was always Miguels and he took it. The defeated Lare seemed to short circuit or malfunction, as steam appeared to billow from his metallic ears. Miguel watched him with growing pity.

"DeS-eS-eS-eS-tRoY Me!" he begged sounding like a skipping Compact Disc. His words were pleaded with a mixture of pain and fear. "My FaTe WiLl bE wOrSe tHaN dEaTh-EaTh-EaTh-EaTh-EaTh ShOuLd YoU LeAvE mE." He looked utterly harmless at this point. Whoever had created him was a cruel and heartless person. This was all Code Gravitys' fault. And as far as Miguel was concerned, they weren't going to get the satisfaction of torturing him any more. He pulled out his portable super computer.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to catch up. I've got a few upgrades to install on this guy." He connected a cord to the power drained and almost lifeless Lare and proceeded to punch in numerous complicated encryption codes and such as his friends agreed to leave and continue on their chase, happy with Miguels choice to remain and help.

Valthor led his small troop on into the night and the next day without stopping. They were healthy, young and fit individuals, trained for such drastic measures. They were quickly on to the foot of Mount Tauriel, its steep and almost impossibly smooth sides growing higher before them. Valthors senses noticed the immense heat making the run a lot harder continue to increase. The very ground was warming up under them as they climbed higher and higher up the mountain, dodging trees and boulders as they did so. Valthor was particularly wary for traps set by the fleeing thieves.

"MROOooAAaawwWWWLLL!!!" was the gigantic roar from above as Code Gravity worked their evil over the Legendary bird Moltres.
"C'mon! We're almost there!" Valthor encouraged his two friends.
"That's what I'm worried about!" Galita joked nervously. They approached the flattened summit of the mountain and found a cave entrance about the size of a single story building high and the same length across. Its arch was menacing in the red light emanating from the earth they stood on, representing blood. They entered the cave mouth and ran carefully through the single tunnel into the deep red lighted depths below.

They stopped at an entrance to a giant chamber. Valthor and his friends could see the giant Flame Legendary Bird Moltres. She was beautiful and scary all at the same time. Her roars continued as Senga and his unit finished their mission. Swoon, Ambre and Myth cornered the fiery bird with their best pokemon and buffeted it with there best attacks as Senga pulled out the large trophy from his pack. He unclicked the 'L' ball from its place on the trophy and aimed it at Moltres.

Moltres was aware of her sister birds demise at these fiends hands. She accepted her fate the moment the 'L' ball was shown. Senga opened the 'L' ball and it worked its magic, absorbing Moltres within in moments.

"Ha haaaaa! Now Code Gravity has all the legendary Birds. Nothing can stop us from accomplishing our master plan. Time travel will be ours! Its inevitable!" Senga reveled in his victory as the paralyzed Dragonagi agents watched on in horror. They recovered their composure and charged towards the evil bullies. Senga knew it was too late. He had won. He quickly used his cybernetic suit to teleport himself and his unit out of the cave, far away into his Gangs secret Head Quarters.

"Unbelievable." Valthor exclaimed. The shock of defeat was simply too much to handle. "We've failed? How is this possible? We will lose our ranks for this. It cannot be."
Erinn was as shocked as Valthor but was keeping her feelings in check and thinking rationally.

"Its not over yet Valthor. Did you hear Senga? Whatever there plans were, they aren't over yet." Galita clicked on this fact also.
"Yeah! He said something about time travel. That can only mean one thing. Celebi! But Celebi is near impossible to capture. You'd need all the legendary birds to do that! … Oh."

"So, they have all the legendary birds, they have all the 'L' balls and they have s secret base that we know nothing about. I think here's the perfect place to just call it quits. This is impossible." Galita groaned over their failure.
Suddenly a voice could be heard above them, a calm woman's voice. When the three friends turned to look, they found it was Larissa, with Miguel.

"Maybe you should, Galita. Perhaps the Dragonagi Light would be better off without such quitters." Larissa continued. "There is hope yet. We have news that a Dragonagi Light agent has successfully infiltrated the Secret Code Gravity complex and will send us news on its whereabouts shortly. He is very professional and will not fail. He is one of the elite Ninja Dragonagi Guard and is currently sabotaging the complex as we speak.

Moltres wasn't very happy with the accommodations set up for her. In fact it was literally killing her slowly. Code Gravity members forced her into a tank of water and closed the lid, keeping her in a weakened and sluggish mindset. Worse still for Moltres was being reacquainted with her sisters and seeing similar treatment being forced upon them. Articuno looked haggard in her fiery tank and Zapdos didn't look comfortable in her advanced rubber one either. Lugia was particularly weak in her electric chamber and Ho-oh didn't look much better than Moltres felt in her water chamber.

Moltres wandered if her fate was to be decided by those humans that she saw in her cave before these fools captured her. She hoped they would save her before these villains used her powers for their own evil. What use could they possibly have for her and her sisters? How could that pokeball have been so powerful? When will her suffering end? She roared silently in her water tank much to the amusement of the Code Gravity members guarding her.

Senga couldn't have been in higher spirits. The teleportation worked beautifully. He materialized directly outside the secret doorway, leaving those losers behind to try to figure out what happened. He and his Unit were congratulated and promoted for their good work. Marcus was indeed pleased with Sengas work.

Chad crept through the ventilation shafts silently, peering through the grates as he crawled over them. He was getting closer to the legendary pokemon now. He had covered most of the compound already and by his estimations, the last of the birds would have been caught by now, so he had to find them before they were put to evil use. His mission was going well so far. He hadn't been caught, so that was a plus. In fact, the numb butts here hadn't even suspected a thing yet. Such was his skill as an Elite Ninja Dragonagi. Or as they called themselves, 'E.N.D'.

His search finally ended as he approached a floor ventilation shaft. He could see the tanks perfectly from his ground level view. A C.G. members' boot planted itself outside the vent, centimeters from Chads' face and moved on. Chad waited in that shaft for two days and two nights in order to know everything he could possibly remember about the routines and characteristics of the people guarding the tanks containing the legendary pokemon. Even in their weakened state they were truly majestic. These fools will pay. Suddenly, Chad noticed something as he was watching one of the birds, Articuno. It was watching him. He had thought their tanks paralyzing. Amazing. This was going to be his signal. This pokemon seemed to have energy enough for his plans.

Chad needed the key for Articunos' tank, and he had already known no-one in this chamber had keys to fit the locks on the tanks. He recalled the exact person who did have the keys. Marcus.
Marcus sat in his lavishly decorated room, dwelling on his gangs progress. It was well past his time to sleep but he dared not because anything could happen at this juncture to ruin his plans. The slightest hiccup could throw everything out of place. Marcus wished he could sleep with one eye open like dragons could. Instead he just stayed up and kept himself occupied by watching surveillance tapes of his secret compound.

His room was larger than most in the compound but still only just big enough to fit in his possessions. The small candles in each corner, which emitted just enough light to enjoy the works, lighted up his rich tapestries. Marcus was fond of natural light. Marcus was drowsy and only when he really thought about it did he realize that one of the candles had gone out. Strange, considering he'd only just lit it. Blackness streaked across the corner of his vision and another candle went out, then another and then the last. He panicked and the room was plunged into complete darkness. He tried to focus his vision in the lack of light but only heard his assailant whisper a deathly sentence into his ear without being able to define where he was. "Don't be fearful of me Marcus, fear only the revenge of your captives." and with that, the ninja was gone.

Chad knew he was being foolish by giving away his stealth by talking to Marcus. But he truly hated the man and his ideals. He scurried silently back to his position near the tanks and burst out of the vent shaft startling the guards there. He quickly threw a pokeball in one direction and another in the other direction, aimed at two sets of guards. From each ball materialized his ninja trained red Charmeleon and his other partner in this mission, his ninja trained red Scizor. Both as violently dangerous as he in the martial arts, as well as their own brand of pokemon powers. They quickly dealt with the weak guards and tied them up in the corner in the space of about two minutes. While they were doing that, Chad was unlocking the tank containing Articuno. It burst from the jail and screamed its satisfaction found from its newfound freedom. "GarooOOAAaaarrraaaaAA!"

Chapter 13 : Team Celebi!

"We can do nothing more Valthor. It is no use stressing over that which cannot be helped." Larissa tried to council the distressed Valthor.
"We don't know what the signal will be, or when it will come. What if we miss it?"
Not far away, in the very jungle they were camped in, a massive explosion like a hundred bombs being dropped all at once could be heard followed by a steady stream of billowing smoke from the source of the sound. They watched the smoke and all saw the beautiful wings of Articuno swoop from the carnage and swoop over the trees of the jungle towards the five agents.

Then to all of their horror, Articuno simply stopped beating her wings and plummeted into the thick greenery mere feet away from them. Larissa quickly gathered the poor beasts' head in her arms and checked over her health.
"She is weakened to almost death. We must get her to safety and find a way to heal her. She will not live long unless we do this." And so the agents prepared themselves to carry the Ice pokemon away. But their plans were unusually halted all of a sudden.

From directly in front of them all, a small window of piercing bright white light appeared. It started as a speck of dust but grew bigger and wider until it was the size of a doorway. Then from within the window a small but harmless looking creature, green in color and with two small antennae appeared with a small "Mru?"

"Celebi! He comes to aid Articuno." Erinn noted. "C'mon, lets get her into that portal and get this bird wherever Celebi wants us to go." No one had any better ideas so they simply carried the limp pokemon into and through the bright portal made by the tiny Celebi. Celebi seemed happy that they went in so it was obviously what he wanted.

Through the other side of the portal the agents could see they were no longer even in Quirinos. They knew this because there was only one lake as big and beautiful as the one before them now and that was the legendary Lake Life. None had ever been lucky enough to see it until now. It was usually very secretly hidden and magically concealed. Celebi beckoned the agents to the lake edge and gestured for them to submerge the Icy Bird within. They did so and instantly saw the lakes magic start the transformation. A flurry of tiny silver and gold sparkly stars flew from the place where Articuno was under water and with every one it seemed a bit more energy entered her weary bones. Articunos' feathers seemed to recrystallize and harden to their former glory. Her eyes opened with a new vigor and her strength seemed to resurface. Articuno was alive and well again.

Celebi hovered around happily and the agents tried to contain their excitement for Articunos' recovery. It was a miracle and it was all thanks to Celebi. It was a wonder to behold for the agents and an amazing spectacle. They were all indebted to this wondrous pokemon.
"How can we ever thank you Celebi? You've saved Articuno." Valthor asked. The little grass and psychic type pokemon didn't hesitate. He simply opened up another portal directly in front of them and flew through, happily beckoning the others to follow as he did so. Articuno was first to dive through and then the others willingly did the same.

Larissa, Miguel, Erinn, Galita and Valthor all appeared back into the forest in Quirinos. This time they were directly outside the Code Gravity complex, billowing smoke and all. Valthor halted the others.
"Guys, this could get dangerous. I'm not sure what's going to happen in here or what we might see, but one thing is for sure. Articuno is going to exact some hard core revenge on this place in a few moments and it might not be safe for all of us."
"Gayooarrrurruurruu!" responded the furious Articuno, flapping her ice cold wings in anticipation.
"She says she will free her sisters and destroy this organization once and for all." Miguel relayed the message from his Espeon to his friends.
At that moment, Chad appeared from some foliage nearby. He looked healthy and happy to find his fellow agents. Larissa excitedly hugged him and welcomed him back from the complex.
"Pi! Purruuruu!" Celebi aimed his talk to the Espeon by Miguels' side. Espeon nodded and focussed to relay the words to his master.
"Celebi says he'll take care of the rest of the Legendary birds the moment they are freed."

"Well, that only leaves one thing then doesn't it." Valthor noted looking at the beautiful Articuno. The Icy queen of the air leapt up and screamed her fury at buildings before her. Its main perimeter walls, at least twenty feet high and over a couple of football fields across began to shake in fear for its own life. Articuno called upon the powers of the Ice and produced a magnificent and deathly blizzard. The furious storm blew its might straight for the buildings and their occupants demolishing a massive path of destruction directly down the center of the complex. Articuno disappeared into the dust and haze within as Valthor and his friends looked on.

From within the blinding dust all the onlookers could hear was screams for help from the confused Code Gravity members inside and calls for order by ranking members. Shouts of pain and surprise were accompanied by roars from freed Legendary birds, intent on revenge. Unimaginably powerful blasts of raw energy and concentrated surges of electricity, fire, water, and ice flew from the dust as the birds reigned their might over the hopeless people inside. What ever was happening to the members of this Head Quarters definitely wasn't pleasant and Valthor didn't envy their position. By the sounds of the carnage, the birds weren't holding back.

Eventually, painful groans and moans were followed by silence as one by one the legendary birds were helped out of the rubble and settling dust by Articuno and into the open fresh air on the ground before the Dragonagi agents. Lugia, Moltres, Ho-oh and Zapdos, some of the most powerful pokemon ever born were lain in front of the awe inspired friends and a relieved Celebi.

Celebi magically conjured another bright portal and coaxed the legendary birds through to the other side and to their salvation with his reassuring talk. Our six heroes followed suit to watch the healing take place. The same process occurred, with all four of the weakened winged Goliath's submerging themselves within the safety and warmth of the beautiful Lake Life. They allowed its mysterious powers to run their course and restore them to their former glory. Each bird was eternally perfect in every way and all majestically thanked Celebi and disappeared, each soaring in opposite directions.

Senga saw their departure and feeling much safer for the legendary bird's absence, revealed himself to his enemies. He pounced out of the bushes he'd been hiding in since sneaking through the portal after our heroes and declared himself to the shocked and bemused party of 'losers'. He was covered in soot and dust.
"Ha! Thought you'd gotten rid of me didn't you my pathetic little Weedles. Well, it will take more than five legendary pokemon blasting my bosses base to smithereens to get rid of Senga!" Senga had positively lost the plot. During the explosions he had obviously been knocked senseless by one of the blasts and was deluded into thinking he could take on all five trainers and a Celebi.

"You have got to be kidding right? Has some oil seeped into your brain, Senga?" Miguel folded his arms and watched Sengas' comical appearance wandering who would blast him away first.
"Senga, you are truly out of your mind. Go back through the portal you came from before you are destroyed utterly." Erinn reached for a pokeball attached to her leg.
"You're in for a world of hurt Senga. I hope you land on soft earth wherever you end up." Galita smirked his amusement at this interference. This was thoroughly entertaining.

"Your organization has been dismantled for good Senga. Your evil days are long over. I've seen to that!" Chad said triumphantly as he noticed Celebi approach Senga from behind the group of friends.
"So this is the infamous Senga. He looks all washed up. What do you think Valthor?" Larissa was less than impressed by this desperate attempt for an attack. Valthor nodded his agreement.

"Senga, I want you to know, it's been a pleasure wiping the floor with your butt. But I've gotta say it looks as if Celebi thinks you've over stayed your welcome here. I think he has a ride already planned for your departure too. Blast him, Celebi!" Valthor enjoyed saying this and Celebi was all too keen to co-operate with this great trainer and his super friends.

Celebi mustered a giant surge of psychic power, a mere fraction of his true powers, and took three little steps towards the wide-eyed Senga. Senga apparently had only just realized his mistake and he gritted his teeth in anger at his own stupidity.
"NoOOOOOOoooooooooo" was all he was able to scream as Celebi unleashed an invisible psychic blast, launching the helpless cyber man high into the sky as fast as a rocket. He disappeared far into the horizon, arms and legs flailing uselessly with a final glint from his armor, gone for the time being.

"Thank you for everything Celebi. You've helped us again. I wish we could do something to help you." Valthor said appreciatively. Celebi responded.
"Piruuuruuuu. Celee. Riiiiruuuu. Piiireeeleee. Pi. Bi. Ruuuuleeecee." Espeon relayed the response to his master who told everyone else.
"Celebi says that we have already helped him. He says that Code Gravity planned on capturing him and that without our help he could not have stopped them. He says that he was captured for sure if we hadn't interfered. He thanks us and says we are welcome back to Lake Life anytime."

"Cool, thanks. We will definitely visit you. But right now we have to get back to our Head Quarters in Johto. We wish we could stay longer here with you but it's a long journey back so we've gotta get going." Everyone was so happy to have witnessed all that they had and experienced everything they had together that it never dawned on them that Celebi could help them here. All except Celebi who helped them by opening up another portal with a single thought and calling for the trainers to go through. He seemed sad to see them go but happy to help their journey.

"Cool, Celebi. Thanks again. We will see you again sometime. Count on it. I hope one-day people will stop trying to control you and the other legendary pokemon like Code Gravity did. Until next time friend." And with that Valthor and his friends each hugged the cute Celebi good-bye with some select parting words and used one of his bright portals for the very last time to get home. Celebi wished all humans were as caring towards pokemon as these six and hoped dearly to meet them again.

The First of Three concludes.

And thus we have at last come to the end of the first of three in this saga. I hope you liked it. It spawned what i can only describe as my best work, in Dragonagi three. Even now, i feel 2 has not been beaten by my current work on three, but its not finished yet, so we'll see. Without further ado, i give you Dragonagi 2. (I love this story!!!) hehe

Dragonagi 2

Chapter 1 : Full Moon Freaks
It seemed only minutes ago he was sitting on the impossibly dark and damp stone cell floor looking out through its unlighted confines into the hazy night outside. He'd had a lot of time to get used to the dark. So much so that he'd grown accustomed to blinking and squinting under direct sunlight. Although the small barred window allowed a slow breeze to circulate the cell in the evenings, for Senga, it was the beautiful moon that refreshed his spirit and kept him motivated.

That was before. Harsh, wet branches slapped and whipped his cold exposed exterior. Childlike muscles burned. His cybernetic new tech-armor and Code Gravity badges of rank stripped from him upon incarceration, he felt physically and emotionally naked running though the thick black forests surrounding 'Gedyn Prison'. It was the most highly guarded and high-tech prison to date. For so long he'd been propelled through life by bio-mecha implants, created and supplied by his gang. Sitting in a four by four foot cellblock as long as he had should have made his muscle tissue as weak as a kittens. But Senga was smarter than your average Chromex Prison inmate. Using the window bars for support, Senga spent his time within that horrid nightmarish cell to recuperate and regenerate what little strands of flesh he had left. In just one year he'd built himself up from a lifeless pathetic skeleton to a slim framed, agile and deceptively strong individual. His was a will not to be broken. How his Pokemon would recognize him once he had them back was anybody's guess, such was his transformation.

Observing lunar cycles over and over during that year, hoping against hope that this was the Full moon Marcus would strike was a small hope indeed. He didn't totally believe it, being a natural skeptic. But the idea that the mastermind and millionaire behind Code Gravity and all its operations was going to assist him this time, 'because he wasn't like the others', was a nice one. He'd seen it a hundred times really. Gang member gets caught. Gang member gets thrown in Chromex. Gang member rots forever. Surely Marcus would understand the value of Senga and not allow that future to be his.

'Marcus sees. He knows I'm special. He knows I'm his best. Yes.' He drooled with delight at his escape, allowing his own warm saliva to slide off his chin, sharp leaves to slice him. He cursed not having his bionic implants. 'How dare they take them from me!' he thought to himself as he instinctually followed the escape plan drilled into Code Gravity gang members' heads from promotion beyond 'grunt'. His boredom and evil depths of thought allowed him to sit week after boring week in that filthy cell, double and quadruple checking the plan in his mind. He even had contingency plans, masterful backup after backup, just in case. Finally, this was the full moon he would begin his revenge.

Hustling through the wet undergrowth of the forests he couldn't stop himself sharing a thought for his Pokemon. He couldn't wait. How he missed his Pokemon. They, more so than even his now non-existent implants, served as a security blanket, his perfect party of Pokemon. None in Code Gravity save Myth came close to his might in the battle arena. Everyone in C.G. knew that. Senga trained his Pokemon hard and accepted failure poorly. He didn't train them all those years only to rot away in prison while they roamed as they wished under Code Gravity's roof.

In truth, Sengas Pokemon weren't sure which was worse, training under him, or slaving for the gang while he was incarcerated.

Dodging green leafed trees and keeping his feet on the slippery forest floor while running took a lot of his energy. As he neared the rendezvous point some five miles from the prison perimeter fence, a storm of fired shots could be distinctly heard far far behind him from within the jails reinforced walls. Horrified, painful, deathly screams followed. He recalled his last thought before being thrown roughly into that stinking cell some 368 days ago. He was unable to even roll on his side due to lack of strength, gasping for breath, open wounds still weeping with fluid from where they removed his implants so imperfectly and roughly.
'Valthor will pay.'

Myth sat upright in his cell mentally tuning himself, preparing himself, as he so often did these days. He was in a meditative state so deep and so peaceful he didn't even hear the guards outside his corridor hit their helmeted heads on the cold steal floor. They fell one after another as round after round of silenced fully automatic bullets impaled and sliced through their vests, opening such gaping wounds as to render them instantly deceased. Chromex had Pokemon -proofed the whole complex. Not that it did the screaming guards any good.

Marcus' most bloodthirsty were out tonight. There were casualties to both sides naturally. A bloody battle was fought, which Chromex brought about on themselves by separating Code Gravity's four most lethal gang members throughout the massive city-like complex in the first place. Strategies made by the evil gang succeeded as those of Chromex failed. Things might have been easier on their casualty rate had the four targets been celled together. Chromex trained their guards extensively, but they were not prepared for the might Code Gravity threw their way. In Chromex's history, no one had ever escaped and only few had ever attempted to. Most ended their own lives or became unrecognizable as thinking humans before contemplating escape.

So it was that when the ranking gang member unlocked the five separate manual locks and three digital key locks to Myths' cell, they found him in a dream-like state. Just as the C.G. officer was about to impatiently rouse him, Myth snapped awake. He was dressed and quickly on the roof and down the side of the complex eight floors into the sewerage and separated from the small force left two miles away, in less than 12 minutes. This wasn't a shock to Myth. It was important to split up in case they were tracked. More importantly, he and the rest of the selected inmates (he had no real idea who) were to meet at a preordained point and wait for further instructions.

'Valthor, my nemesis, your time has come at last." He thought to himself coldly as he slowly, carefully stalked into a shadowed overgrown secret place where a lone dark figure awaited him, seated upon a large fallen tree trunk. Myth had to keep his mind and mental health locked away safely during his stay in Chromex. Battling the seclusion involved with being alone for a year without human contact and only receiving two meals a day had its effect on a guy. It appeared, he thought to himself, Senga at least… had something to do this past year. He looked upon the feeble but largely improved body, void of bio implants, scarred everywhere. It was like every implant left a signature scar for keepsake. For the first time ever, Myth felt pity for his gang unit leader.

Chromex Elite Defender Lieutenant Parker led her unit valiantly through the women's 'A' blocks to the very last section, section 8, where the most insane and sinister women were kept. Some of the officers preferred feeding duties in the mens blocks compared to this place, but today apparently was different. Today was a chance to end some of the evil scum. Given the right circumstances. Parker was happy to oblige. In the name of 'duty' of course.

Her unit, 18 strong, awaited their orders as they quietly, calmly squatted just outside the only entrance and exit to the intruded zone. A double four inch pure steel bolt reinforced door. A faulty yellowed light flickered on then off again revealing the door was open. They were the most heavily drilled and fastest responding unit in Chromex and were down to the section in no time, Parker predicting demotion for those who didn't have themselves geared up and in formation within fifteen seconds. Suffice to say they were all wearing their riot gear. Confident of hearing voices within, she received the green light from her superiors through her earpeice poking out through her black helmet to move in. Parker gave the signal and the troopers stormed the square from the bottom floor double doors, the entrance location.

Guns aimed truly and the battle was quick and gruesome. There was no cover for the guards and their opposition held the high ground. Parker saw ten loyal and good men and women die before her eyes in seconds. The rest were eventually dragged off and used as hostages by other gang members. She came to rest, unarmed, riddled with bullets upon her second in commands corpse, still warm and spasming. Her own lifeblood draining as she watched the smoky room settle into deathly silence.
"Fufufufufu!" cackled a sinister and sickly sweet voice breaking the silence and making Parker involuntarily jump. "It appears you've been out played Lieutenant Parker. Pity about your unit." A lone figure stalked tentatively, delicately out from the smoke created by hundreds of rounds of bullets. The figure was both beautiful and deadly.
"S.s…s…Swoon! You w.. w.. won't get away with this!" Parker knew she was as good as dead the moment she saw a second, more imposing figure appear by Swoons' side. This one couldn't be reasoned with. She wasn't like Swoon…not this one.

Parker flashed passage after passage of the second inmate's Chromex history files across her mind. 'Irrationally violent…' and '…hostile fits of anger resulting in major permanent injury…' came to mind most vividly. '… Pokemon starvation and malnutrition…' and 'Ultimately loyal to Senga and Code Gravity, …' always rang true as well.

Ambre leaped to the side of the dying woman's head and whispered close.
"Death comes to us all old woman." and she unleashed pump action shotgun round after round into her head with Swoon cackling sweetly in the background, blood splattering her loosely fitted prison uniform. The remains of the Code Gravity force expertly made the path to freedom clear for the women. Chromex was a maze of a prison and their escape would be nothing short of a miracle, compared to the entrance.

'Miracles happen all the time' thought Swoon to herself as she and Ambre were guided out of the grassed prison perimeter by the sole remaining limping gang member. Swoon checked her reflection in a shattered mirror she'd stashed and pulled some gore from her well-kept hair. She flicked it onto the ground. 'I cant wait to see Valthors' eyes when it dawns on him my perfect face is the last thing he'll see before he dies.'

Chapter 2 : Hot Trails.

The beautiful fresh Kanto sun gleamed off the impossibly tall skyscrapers of Saffron City that morning. It was a bright, peaceful and musical morning. Two determined warriors fiercely battled on the roof of one of the tallest central business buildings on a perfectly circular Pokemon dojo. It was constructed from smooth coin sized colored stones and surrounded by small healthy berry trees. It was a stunning Pokemon League battle dojo, one worthy of the long and electrifying battle. Onlookers on the ground could see and hear awesome claps of power coming from the roof, the light produced by the trainers battling providing a decent fireworks display.

Finally, a trainer returned his last fainted Pokemon to its designated pokeball. A beefy and perfect specimen of a Gyarados, its marine blue scales in perfect glistening order and its eyes clamped shut in unconscious pain. Its long dragon-like body was curled up in defeat. The victorious trainer scooped up his proud Pokemon, a smiling hooting Noctowl, its browny red plumage barely ruffled and its eyes adoringly fixed on its red visored owner, matching his red and black uniform. Both looked dazzling as they smiled at each other in mutual friendship.

"Well done" started the defeated trainer. Dressed in a cool fitted red and white trainer's uniform that showed off his strong, mature physique, he walked calmly to the victor. "You've beaten me and thus claim your prize. I've never seen the might of one so strong. You're so passionate about your Pokemon. You surely deserve this!" And he handed the triumphant trainer a sparkling Gold trophy.

"Congratulations Arken! You're officially recognized as this years Kanto Pokemon League Champion!" *Cue inspiring music*

Arken accepted the trophy and carefully tucked it in his pack, sitting on the ground. It didn't matter to Arken that he'd also claimed the Gedyn and Hoenn Championships as well in the past year. These feats were remarkable, yes, but not what he was truly about. The trophies were simply something to do while he searched. Ever since he'd been unceremoniously ganged up on by Code Gravity while trying to help his friend, a great trainer named Sven, he'd been on a self designated mission to single handedly destroy as many gang members as possible with varying levels of success. He'd ranged from successful, to extremely successful. He had become a bit of a legend. Arken the Avenger. Raging Red Arken. The thorn in Code Gravity's behind. He was convincing more members of Code Gravity to quit than they could recruit.

His search kept him moving all over the lands, always with new leads, yet always three steps behind his ultimate goal. The elusive millionaire funding and directing C.G. He'd so far only heard insane gibberish from those he'd managed to interrogate. Most decided death was preferable to the punishments dished out for talking. His last encounter in this, the City of Saffron was a close one. He'd nearly chewed off more than he could swallow. The Saffron branch he'd come across was extensive and well trained, more organized and confident than the previous.

Something made them surer of themselves. But he persevered as always and managed to get the upper hand, like he always did in a fair fight. Their Pokemon were as corrupt and dark as always and he'd had a good idea of what to expect. Pokemon owned by evil, turn evil. And evil never prevails. His Pokemon were wonderful and strong, unlike his opposition. Some from this faction of Code Gravity still jumped at the sight of red for years after. His powerful, well timed and well-trained Pokemon found their mark everytime, never letting his foes have a sniff of a chance.

His Pokemon were truly dazzling. None more so than his special, shiny and glittering Noctowl, who threw opposition down, like they were toys with its powerful special attacks. It would valiantly take a thousand bullets for her friend and trainer.

Even now however, nothing compared to the humiliation he'd suffered at the hands of Senga and his goon's in Quirinos. His hometown people all watched as he was defeated unfairly, but defeated all the same. His honor and dignity taken from him, at least in his own mind, Chris Andersen had been seeking revenge ever since, sometimes at risk of his own sanity. If they wanted to play dirty… then he would not condone such action. He could play that game also, and play it better.

His six beloved Pokemon recorded into the Hall of Fame forever and his data stored by an official Pokemon League employee, Arken, as he was known to all now, began to stalk away, to continue his journey. He saw the newly defeated ex-champion near the far corner of the building roof as he started down the stairs that led down into the building interior.

He noted he had four other similarly garbed trainers with him, deep in conversation. One of them pointed in his direction without looking at him as if he were being talked about. Arken slowed. Then all of a sudden the tallest one, a blue and black haired trainer looked directly at him and gazed into his eyes. Arken halted before the steps, taken aback by the sheer force of the gaze. The trainer approached followed by his friends and a small assortment of their Pokemon. None seemed to look hostile, yet they all felt to Chris as if they could jump off this building and land the forty floors below and walk away without a scratch, and without a fuss. The black and blue haired man spoke kindly.

"Arken! The Arken? From Quirinos?" he asked politely as his blue striped Houndour, evidently a shiny Pokemon, followed obediently and intelligently behind. It was a dog like Pokemon, black and blue, with vicious looking fangs and a muscular physique. Arken could feel the warmth from where he was over five feet away. The heat came from the core of the Pokemon, not its heart.

"Yeah, that's me. Who are you? He's" Chris looked at his defeated foe who looked innocently back. "not asking for a rematch straight away is he? Because I don't have time." Chris wasn't particularly in favor of being approached by groups of apparently strong trainers these days. Not since Quirinos. His dreams were marred by nightmares about that defeat as it was.
"No haha, no nothing like that. We wanted to thank you! Look, I'm Valthor, this is Erinn, Miguel and Galita and you've already met and beaten Orisiro. You may not know who we are, but you helped us about a year ago in Quirinos." Arken didn't even look at the other trainers. Valthor saw the look of recognition and anger in Arkens body language as he spoke his hometown name. "You did us a huge favor back there and we couldn't find you, so we had no idea where to find you to say thanks."

Arken didn't know what to think. He was angry for being used the way he was, but he knew what he was getting himself into, even if he didn't see it coming. These trainers, who seemed to emanate confidence and self-assuredness, intrigued him. They were obviously capable of looking after themselves on the Pokemon dojo. And if they were battling Code Gravity then they would surely know where to find more out posts to quench his thirst for revenge. Maybe he could turn this to his own advantage. He removed any hostility from his voice that may have been there before.

"Your welcome. I didn't do much more than stall those freaks. I'm sorry you couldn't find me before. I've been…busy." he finished deceptively, confident his cause was secret.

"Oh we know. You've been annihilating Code Gravity outposts. Good work." Valthor congratulated him to his amazement. The Houndour seemed to smile appreciatively. Galita added hastily,

"Yeah, You'd make a great DrOomph!" Miguel elbowed him in the ribs subtly, halting his words. He covered for his fellow unit member. Dragonagi was a secret.

"A great drill instructor on tracking people down." Miguel's black full-length hooded leather jacket and dark green and black trainers uniform, combined with his ever increasing darkness and silence made Galita think twice about retaliating. The wind ruffled Miguels' dark green and black hair.

"Well, we've got to be going, so…Adios Chris. And once again, thanks!" Chris noted a large stitched dragon emblem on Valthor's uniform and saw that indeed, the other trainers also had it embroidered on theirs. His eyes lingered on the single beautiful female trainer, who for some reason, he'd previously over looked.

"Wait, where are you going? I…err that is I'd like to come with you. I want to help more if I can." Chris understood that these strange trainers were his only chance of getting some real revenge and pounced desperately. Valthor and his friends turned around to face him. He heard their leader mumble to himself, loud enough for all to hear. As was his intention.
"Hrmm, Director Xvax might go with this. I could always throw him into my first recruitment class." It just so happened that with the Units success in the previous year's destruction of Code Gravity, Valthor had been promoted to 'Recruitment officer' for a few weeks until another Agent returned from his personal holidays. This was a regular procedure in the Agency.

Chapter 3 : Forging friendships

It seemed everything was going to plan. Of course, Valthor and his unit had foreseen this meeting with the great trainer, Arken. Miguel predicted a meeting with him months before in a dazed state. Valthor and his friends didn't ask how he knew exactly. Miguel was…. unique. No one really knew how his mind worked these days.

Truthfully they didn't believe him but since their holidays began upon returning to Dragonagi head quarters in Johto, Miguel had changed remarkably. He still retained his favorite Pokemon, Espeon, a four-legged psychic cat-type Pokemon, who almost never left his side during such expeditions. He was often alone in his thoughts and was feared by newer and even some better established members of the Agency for his dark disposition. His general demeanor was questionable, yet no one asked Miguel or said anything to Valthor for fear of his reaction, being Miguel's friend from early childhood.

On the trip back to Dragonagi Headquarters in Hoenn, Arken managed to get to know the four Agents pretty well. Orisiro departed in another direction grumbling about how it wasn't fair his holidays were cut short because he was no longer 'champion'. Arken was very impressed with these trainers. They were all so different.

Galita, with his supreme confidence and giant presence seemed to get along with Chris very well. He seemed an army of trainers bunched up into one. His gaze was kind, yet powerful and one knew not to get on his wrong side immediately. His silver white spiky hair and white Dragonagi uniform made him stick out in a crowd, but not enough to attract the wrong attention. He seemed eager to prove himself and show his worth whenever an opportunity arose. His signature Pokemon, a wonderful Scizor, seemed to be a mirror image of his confidence. Its bright dark red metallic shell like armor covering its humanoid, almost bug like body made it an intimidating and graceful Pokemon, swift of foot and strong in defense.

Erinn was softly spoken and gentle in nature, her small but athletic build unintimidating and pleasurable to gaze upon. Her long dark brown hair, with a single fleck of blue along her right side reached her hips easily in a single plat. She surprised Arken by appearing to be more goal driven and disciplined than anyone he'd ever seen before, while remaining friendly and talkative.

He was amazed at the intense power and impossible size of all her Pokemon. They were so immense and yet so loving of her while she let them out of their pokeballs that he knew here was a trainer of fantastic ability for one so young. She loved all her Pokemon dearly, but showed particular attention for her sassy natured Ampharos, who doted on her in return. Its dragon pear shaped form, and ball tipped tail almost hiding its fierce prowess in battle with coolness. It often sizzled the air in its excitement whenever Erinn called it over to her, making those around who weren't fried laugh. Being an electric type Pokemon, this was somewhat expected.

Miguel was another thing altogether. Arken hadn't managed to get a single word from the mysterious psychic all trip. He didn't need to be told of Miguel's ability for it was plain to see. He carried with him a presence of hidden power. A dark and unattractive power. Arken was happy to allow Miguel to remain with his own thoughts, and his Espeon, whom it appeared Miguel was actually having silent discussions with. He was later informed that Miguel could talk to his Espeon via a psychic link, opened up while in the fabled Black Star realm. But that's another story. Arken simply wasn't sure about Miguel's agenda. He seemed so dark, yet fought for good.

Along the way back to headquarters, the group of trainers seemed to take as many opportunities as possible to get into a Pokemon battle with complete strangers. Arken found this strange, for no matter how weak the trainer, or how untrainerlike they seemed, a challenge was thrown down and the challenged were always completely slaughtered with flare. Each had about two battles each along the way and none were so much as close to getting beaten. On one occasion, a trainer had recognized Erinn, and subsequently ran for all he was worth back the other way along the trodden path.

Arken was guided the final stages to the headquarters blindfolded and only allowed to remove the blindfold once he was within its perimeter. He was amazed. Dragonagi headquarters was a small city within itself. Clearly underground, it easily contained some one hundred individuals, all masterfully educated Pokemon trainers. He had never before felt so small and uninformed. Everyone within seemed to be doing something constructive. No one simply relaxed in Dragonagi. It was a hive of activity, always running like a well-oiled machine. And yet, everyone seemed strangely happy. Pokemon roamed seemingly free and provided aid to their owners as if it was a favor for a friend not a direct order. Everyone here seemed not only happy, but walked with a sense of pride and even innocence, in harmony with their Pokemon. How could this city of metal and technology not be known? How could the magic used to hide this hulking beautiful fortress be? It was strange that something so large was so well hidden from the public eye.

Chris was told he was permitted to observe the Complex and he didn't waste his chance to explore. He wandered into some magnificently constructed environments, designed for Pokemon to live within the Dragonagi walls. He was startled by the detail that had gone into each habitat and the friendliness of most of the Pokemon within. Some however showed they could be quite hostile, and not nice at all. He noticed a particularly large enclosure that was teeming with majestic Dragon Pokemon. Arken leaned on a guardrail. He watched them for a few minutes, hypnotized by the Dragonairs' grace and the nurturing, mysterious power of the giant Dragonites. The untainted powers contained within the Dratini and the brutal strengths of all the other dragon type Pokemon dwelling there blended into a kind of harmony with the enclosure. This was clearly a special enclosure.
"One of them will be yours soon my friend" a voice came from behind. He recognized it immediately as Galita who continued.
"Yup. Every member of Dragonagi is granted a Dragon type Pokemon as an initial gift for joining our ranks. I've no doubt you'll pass the exams and become one of us. Just look and remember these beautiful specimens and you should do fine. They are enough to inspire the greatest deeds." The two men chatted for a while, each sharing stories and heroics as Pokemon from the enclosure pretended not to watch and listen to them.

He was allowed to set up his room, sleep fitfully and the next morning called by Galita (on Valthors orders) into a large indoor square where he was seated upon the ground amongst about forty other young and nervous trainers. They all lacked the Dragonagi uniform he'd noticed on everyone else who worked here. They sat and waited tensely while several Dragonagi representatives hurriedly shuffled papers and organized the name list at the front of the hall. Finally Valthor emerged from the small group, shiny blue striped and serious natured Houndour in tow, and almost addressed the eager trainers. The Houndour barked the group to silence with a single deep roar. Valthor strode before them leisurely.

"Well done." He broke the silence and the relief was evident on each of the trainer's faces. "Well done is what I might be saying should I accept any of you to our ranks. None of you is a guarantee. No one is selected until the final test is completed. Your past and your achievements mean little here. Your lives as you know them mean nothing here. Your commitment and your desire to be the best and shine above the rest are what I care about now. Those of you who do not meet our satisfaction will be politely escorted out of the Agency. Those few, and when I say few" he smiled "I mean approximately the top three percent, who do succeed in impressing us will go on to become Dragonagi Agents, depending on where we think you belong." None of this seemed to relax any of the recruits, but it brought smiles to the rest of the Agents in the room to see these fresh faces squirm under Valthors well chosen words. They continued to listen and watch, arms folded standing behind Valthor as he marched among the recruits, careful not to stand on any of them. He spoke both words he'd heard when he was recruited, and added his own. His Houndour followed him, looking each recruit square in the eyes in imitation of Valthor.

"Our ranks have grown in the past few years. Dragonagi is becoming stronger. I do not refer to numbers, because Dragonagi has always and will always have only a certain designated number of members. Some members leave for one reason or another. When this happens, we need to replace them. That's where you come in." He gestured at the recruits. His voice boomed fair and strong throughout the whole high roofed compound "You will each complete four tests, like you have never have participated in before. We will pick our new agents from your combined average marks. Report back here in five hours for your first test."

Hey Brad, don't mind if I don't read all of the chapter please, I will read them some other time, but for now I shall review your most recent chapter...

It is good, in good paragraphs and is very interesting and has interesting characters in it, like Erinn who had huge built pokmon but were yet so kind. You are good at coming up with interesting characters in your story, and there is nothing that I can find to nag on in this chapter. I will check back on this story from time to time. :)

Chapter 4 : Blossoms

Meanwhile in Celadon City, the newest members of society were making their presence felt.
Reveling in her friends' laughter and encouragement, Ambre added her final touch to the humiliation of the old man. The street was filled with horror gasps and cries for help.
"Snorlax! Metronome again! This time make it good you fat curse!" Her overfed, massive Pokemon bent its concentration on its new move, scared of failing his master. The Snorlax felt the move click in its mind and it smiled at the elderly man, walking stick held up in defence for his life and that of his nearly fainted Teddiursa. The Teddiursa proved to be a quick victory for Ambre, who in front of the gathered crowd, with her Snorlax, decimated its Light Screen and dealt it some burning Fire Blasts. She had intended on finishing off the teddy bear looking Pokemon with the previous metronome, but was enraged when it turned out to produce a Mist, which had absolutely no effect on either Pokemon. How annoying.

Snorlax unleashed its gathered newfound and temporary power, a Tri Attack. Its multi coloured angular beam spiraled towards the helpless pair and its aim was great. By the time the dust had settled they were not a pretty sight. The poor Teddiursa cried for her injured master.

The four gang members walked away. Their time for terrorism was over for now. It was only a few hours ago they were finally re-united with their Pokemon, which didn't even seem all to thrilled to be reacquainted with their former masters. A few gang members, who had not counted on their return, had to be put back in their place by the four trainers. As the last rebel to claim the crown of 'most dangerous gang member' was eating a storm of black bubble like Psychic blasts by Myth and Senga, Swoon and Ambre beat the stuffing out of several new members, unaware of who the four were.

"Now you know!" was the answer they received.
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Lare, newly freed cyborge of Dragonagi roamed the lush forests connecting Gedyn and Quirinos in a never-ending quest for enlightenment. He was once the slave bot of Code Gravity, but now, set free by Miguel, who using every ounce of his knowledge about such things re-wired Lare to think and work for himself. Although remaining at the Dragonagi compound for well over a month before finally being convinced his life was destined to be lived elsewhere, he now loved his new existence. He walked the roads, and lived adventures like everyone else. He had his fair share of victories and friendships, each one a new experience for him.

Today was a beautiful day, and one he was happy to be alive on. For although mostly metal, Lares' was a human mind. He stopped to pick some blooming Citrus flowers, which smelt fantastic to him. He was just about to store them in a compartment in his pack when he thought he heard something coming from the undergrowth on his left.

Suddenly the ground underneath him shook wildly, blurring his vision and shaking birds out of their nests above him. He stumbled, trying not to lose his flowers and he rolled onto his side with little agility, for he weighed a lot more than most. The shaking stopped and he stood up dazed as four familiar faces approached him together with a menacing, hulking Nidoking and Nidoqueen.

'Huh? Those are Swoon's and Senga's Pokemon!? Here? Who's that I wonder?' he thought to himself as they neared, looming over him in an intimidating manor.
"Long time no see, Lare."
"Oh, hi guys." Lare wasn't really feeling like being sociable right about then.
"We heard you were lost, but I never forgot I had a tracking device to find you whenever I needed to. Its time to come back to Code Gravity, Lare. Funs over." It was the familiar voice of Myth, his original creator.
"No, Myth. I'm free now. I just want to be left alone. I don't work for anyone anymore." Lare didn't like where this was going. He tried to reason and explain. He liked the evil look of disgust on Myth's face even less once he tried.
"Who has altered your voice program? What are these weak upgrades I see on you?" Myth sneered. His creation had been tampered with. He wanted to pry apart every part of his robot and see how much had been altered.
"Nobody. It's nothing Myth. I'm just free now, that's all." How else could he explain it?
"Free!?!?" Myth was hysterical. "You're no more free than a filthy Pokemon. Maybe I should make YOU a pokeball for such a goody goody attitude." Myth stepped forward, readying to flick the cyborge's cutoff switch. Lare, fearful of his past and the terror he'd had to go through because of these people, snapped Myths wrist out of the air and threw him back into his gang with one arm. This was not what he wanted. This wasn't what he was created for. He couldn't let them do this to him again.
"No!" Flowers in hand he threw his pokeballs spinning through the sky, materializing his Pokemon directly in front of his ex-tormentors. "Gligar, Spinda, Dratini! Gooooo!" The Pokemon reacted instantly to Lares requests. "Gligar, Reflect Now!! Spinda, Reflect next to his, Dratini, polish off their work with another reflect!!" In no time at all, Lare had created a glassy wall of pokedefense, him and his Pokemon on one side and his enemies on the other. His Pokemon doubled and tripled their efforts, reinforcing the wall and making it longer and higher everytime, finally caging the gang of criminals in a dome of crystal like glass that not even the Nido's could break until hours later, when the walls magic wore off.

"I just want to be left alone." He said gently to them as they screamed muted curses at him from behind the wall. He returned his Pokemon and walked away, leaving his past behind him. He was tired of being a slave and he was enjoying his life too much for it to be enslaved now. He delicately placed the Citrus blooms in his pack, whistling to himself as he continued on his adventures.