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Young rockets
Chapter 1: Fresh blood
8 years ago on the outskirts of Fortree City...
"Combusken, use double kick!" a young green haired boy shouted.
The young fowl Pokémon leapt towards a Mightyena and unleashed two devastating kicks sending the dark Pokémon flying into a tree. The Mightyena fell out off the tree unconscious.
"You'll pay for this kid. Nobody messes with Team Rocket!" A much older man dressed in a black outfit screamed as he recalled his Mightyena.
"If only your game was as good as your mouth." The boy said arrogantly as he patted down his neat long hair.
"This town is history! I'll be back and you'll be sorry!" The man shouted as he ran away.
Present Day
In a secluded section of the Vermilion City harbour a small yacht made berth. A group of nearly fifteen teenagers jumped off and waited on the dock. All of them were dressed in everyday casual clothes but they all had small red R's stitched on their sleeves.
They waited for nearly an hour before most of them started to get restless. As most of them began to chat amongst themselves one solitary figure stood in silence in the centre of the crowd staring at the ground. He was the only one dressed in all black and seemed to be in his early twenties. His short black hair was combed over untidily.
"So, do you have any idea when we're getting picked up?" A soft feminine voice asked.
Slowly he looked up. In front of him stood a girl, at most she was eighteen. Her long blonde hair and sky blue eyes made her look so innocent. She seemed so out of place in this gang of misfits. She wore blue jeans and a bright yellow shirt, no exactly thug colours.
Before he could reply, bright lights surrounded them. The Vermilion City police force launched out of the shadows releasing dozens Growlithe at the same time. The group of teenagers scattered, most of them taking to water to escape.
In all the chaos only the man in black stood firm. With everyone else trying to escape he waited for the perfect opportunity. The young blonde grabbed him and tried to pull him away but he stood his ground. The small fire Pokémon surrounded the two blocking of any hope of a getaway.
Using his free hand the man in black dropped two pokeballs on the ground. The pokeballs rolled before splitting open and unleashing two very different Pokémon. One was a large, dark blue Pokémon, with a red underbelly that resembled a jet. The other was a smaller brownish-red Pokémon, with white fur on its chest and a large flame burning on its head.
The police officers had never seen Pokémon like this before. Their Growlithe force was no match for these foreign Pokémon. A short battle followed with the police retreating after their loss.
"Why didn't you run?" The young blonde demanded to know.
He just smiled as he recalled and replied with a simple, "I didn't have to."
"Well, whatever. Thanks for that, I'm Gwen Michaels by the way." She replied as she folded her arms angrily.
"Sean." He replied as he tucked his hand into his pants pockets as the night air chilled.
"No last name?" She asked as she tried to ignore the cold.
Silence followed as Sean ignored her. The brash youngster walked away from Gwen but she followed.
"So are we just going to wait around here in the cold for the cops to come back?" Gwen asked as she rubbed down the tiny hairs standing on her arms.
"They said to wait here so I'M going to wait here." Sean exploded as he continued to pace.
Gwen was taken back; she stopped walking and began trembling. Her eyes watered up quickly but she didn't cry.
"You should just go home; you're too young for this." Sean said apologetically.
"I'm nineteen and I'm not going anywhere. I have my reasons to be here." Gwen said as she wiped her eyes.
"Listen girly, if you're just another runaway, forget about it. This isn't the place for you." Sean said.
"Being a runaway implies that I had a home to leave in the first place." Gwen said as she turned away from Sean. "Since this isn't the place for someone my age, why are you here?"
"I'm twenty-two." Sean answered. "I have my reasons for being here. This day has been years in the making. Let's just say I have a lot of unfinished business."
"That's really mysterious, I like it. Tell me more." Gwen said as she turned to face Sean again.
"I preferred it when you were almost crying and silent." Sean said.
"I was not crying!" She screamed back at him disrupting the silence of the dock.
A small dim red light emanated from the shadows. An old man wearing a black suit emerged from the shadows clapping. A small glowing R on his sleeve gave off the light. He was completely bald with his horn rimmed glasses diverting attention away from his head.
"Congratulations." The old man said along with his clapping.
"Who are you?" Sean demanded to know as he stepped in front of Gwen.
"How rude of me, my name is Richard, the chief recruiting officer for Team Rocket and you two were the only ones to pass our little test." The old man continued.
"What test?" Gwen asked as she peered over Sean's shoulder.
"You sent the cops?" Sean questioned as he reached for one of his pokeballs.
"Of course, we've had so many slackers over the years. I just wanted to make sure I got the cream of the crop." Richard said as he pulled out a cell phone.
"So does this mean we're in?" Gwen asked as she stepped in front of Sean.
"Yes, we just love recruiting grunts in pairs. Now all you have to do is pass training you'll be on your way climbing the chain of command." Richard said as he called for a car.
"Pairs?" Sean said to himself as Gwen struggled to hide her excitement.
Chapter 1: Fresh blood
8 years ago on the outskirts of Fortree City...
"Combusken, use double kick!" a young green haired boy shouted.
The young fowl Pokémon leapt towards a Mightyena and unleashed two devastating kicks sending the dark Pokémon flying into a tree. The Mightyena fell out off the tree unconscious.
"You'll pay for this kid. Nobody messes with Team Rocket!" A much older man dressed in a black outfit screamed as he recalled his Mightyena.
"If only your game was as good as your mouth." The boy said arrogantly as he patted down his neat long hair.
"This town is history! I'll be back and you'll be sorry!" The man shouted as he ran away.
Present Day
In a secluded section of the Vermilion City harbour a small yacht made berth. A group of nearly fifteen teenagers jumped off and waited on the dock. All of them were dressed in everyday casual clothes but they all had small red R's stitched on their sleeves.
They waited for nearly an hour before most of them started to get restless. As most of them began to chat amongst themselves one solitary figure stood in silence in the centre of the crowd staring at the ground. He was the only one dressed in all black and seemed to be in his early twenties. His short black hair was combed over untidily.
"So, do you have any idea when we're getting picked up?" A soft feminine voice asked.
Slowly he looked up. In front of him stood a girl, at most she was eighteen. Her long blonde hair and sky blue eyes made her look so innocent. She seemed so out of place in this gang of misfits. She wore blue jeans and a bright yellow shirt, no exactly thug colours.
Before he could reply, bright lights surrounded them. The Vermilion City police force launched out of the shadows releasing dozens Growlithe at the same time. The group of teenagers scattered, most of them taking to water to escape.
In all the chaos only the man in black stood firm. With everyone else trying to escape he waited for the perfect opportunity. The young blonde grabbed him and tried to pull him away but he stood his ground. The small fire Pokémon surrounded the two blocking of any hope of a getaway.
Using his free hand the man in black dropped two pokeballs on the ground. The pokeballs rolled before splitting open and unleashing two very different Pokémon. One was a large, dark blue Pokémon, with a red underbelly that resembled a jet. The other was a smaller brownish-red Pokémon, with white fur on its chest and a large flame burning on its head.
The police officers had never seen Pokémon like this before. Their Growlithe force was no match for these foreign Pokémon. A short battle followed with the police retreating after their loss.
"Why didn't you run?" The young blonde demanded to know.
He just smiled as he recalled and replied with a simple, "I didn't have to."
"Well, whatever. Thanks for that, I'm Gwen Michaels by the way." She replied as she folded her arms angrily.
"Sean." He replied as he tucked his hand into his pants pockets as the night air chilled.
"No last name?" She asked as she tried to ignore the cold.
Silence followed as Sean ignored her. The brash youngster walked away from Gwen but she followed.
"So are we just going to wait around here in the cold for the cops to come back?" Gwen asked as she rubbed down the tiny hairs standing on her arms.
"They said to wait here so I'M going to wait here." Sean exploded as he continued to pace.
Gwen was taken back; she stopped walking and began trembling. Her eyes watered up quickly but she didn't cry.
"You should just go home; you're too young for this." Sean said apologetically.
"I'm nineteen and I'm not going anywhere. I have my reasons to be here." Gwen said as she wiped her eyes.
"Listen girly, if you're just another runaway, forget about it. This isn't the place for you." Sean said.
"Being a runaway implies that I had a home to leave in the first place." Gwen said as she turned away from Sean. "Since this isn't the place for someone my age, why are you here?"
"I'm twenty-two." Sean answered. "I have my reasons for being here. This day has been years in the making. Let's just say I have a lot of unfinished business."
"That's really mysterious, I like it. Tell me more." Gwen said as she turned to face Sean again.
"I preferred it when you were almost crying and silent." Sean said.
"I was not crying!" She screamed back at him disrupting the silence of the dock.
A small dim red light emanated from the shadows. An old man wearing a black suit emerged from the shadows clapping. A small glowing R on his sleeve gave off the light. He was completely bald with his horn rimmed glasses diverting attention away from his head.
"Congratulations." The old man said along with his clapping.
"Who are you?" Sean demanded to know as he stepped in front of Gwen.
"How rude of me, my name is Richard, the chief recruiting officer for Team Rocket and you two were the only ones to pass our little test." The old man continued.
"What test?" Gwen asked as she peered over Sean's shoulder.
"You sent the cops?" Sean questioned as he reached for one of his pokeballs.
"Of course, we've had so many slackers over the years. I just wanted to make sure I got the cream of the crop." Richard said as he pulled out a cell phone.
"So does this mean we're in?" Gwen asked as she stepped in front of Sean.
"Yes, we just love recruiting grunts in pairs. Now all you have to do is pass training you'll be on your way climbing the chain of command." Richard said as he called for a car.
"Pairs?" Sean said to himself as Gwen struggled to hide her excitement.
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