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Old December 27th, 2007 (8:24 AM). Edited August 17th, 2008 by Avey.
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    An Introduction:

    I suppose I should begin by telling everyone this is my first fan fiction, and I really only wrote it for criticism and to learn how to get better… But the plot is very complicated, and those that are unable to read between the lines will have a hard time figuring out the story at times. Now, I know a lot of people will dislike this story, possibly because it features every Legendary Pokemon and it won’t make sense in some places… No, allow me to rephrase that, it won’t make sense until the end. Still, for those of you that really want to see Legendaries in fan fictions, this is the fan fiction for you.

    There are a lot of character’s that play a big role in this; the nine Pokemon Masters, the three kids, and a few others… So you can expect to be mixed up for the first few chapters, but don’t worry, everything will eventually become clear as to who is who, and to prove that I’m going to create a character Profile Page here, updating everything as we go along.

    This story deals on friendships, and how they effect choices we make. It scratches the surface on why there is no good and evil, only people that have made the wrong choices, all in all, what this story should make you think after you read it is whether or not you would’ve made the choices these characters had to make, would you have been brave or stupid enough to do that? Those are the type or reactions I’m going for here.

    The idea for this came to me in a dream – no, it didn’t, but I thought that would sound cooler than the actual way I got this idea; you see, a couple of years ago I had an idea for a short story entitled ‘Operation Main Frame’, the problem was that there were too many plot holes and I couldn’t figure out a real ending. Fast forward three years and we get to here, I read a lot of fan fictions here and I decided to make my own. After realising I was getting nowhere with it, I dropped it, and expected it to be the last time I’d ever try to do a fan fiction on Pokemon. Fast forward another few months, I was going through old files on my computer while searching up fan fiction and I found Operation Main Frame. I read over it and began to edit it here and there, but it still wasn’t good. So I deleted it. Later that night, while strolling through various Pokemon fan fictions, the idea hit me; why not do a fan fiction of Operation Main Frame and Pokemon? The ideas started coming in, and I’ve finally got to where I am right now.

    Well, enough talk, time for chapter one!

    Chapter 1 – Team X

    The castle, illuminated by the full moon, would have seemed empty, perhaps desolate, to a passer by on a night like this. It stood at the brink of Mandarin Island, and towered over everything, casting shadows among buildings and trees. An observant passer by would have noticed a light through one of the windows on the ground floor, not yellow or white, but green; generated by a stain window featuring an Arbok and a lime-coloured background. An intimidating structure, for someone walking past at this time of night.

    A woman walked towards the stone building, she was dressed in black from head to toe and barely visible in the darkness, the only thing that gave her away was her high heels, which seemed to enjoy making as much noise as possible when they hit the wet ground. The woman reached the thick, steel double doors and knocked.

    A young, teenaged boy opened the door by about three centimetres; “Name?” He enquired innocently.

    “Yosami, we both know who I am, let me in; it’s freezing out here!” The black-haired lady attempted to push the door open, but the Egyptian would not allow her to do so.

    “Name and password please,” Yosami ordered politely.

    The small woman sighed; “Vesper Garadex. Only through the key can we obtain full power. Now can you please let me in?”

    Yosami let Vesper pass him, her face touched his black hair lightly and he picked up the scent of roses. He leaned over to the door and closed it over, with a slight frown on his face, something was troubling him; so far, only three people excluding himself had arrived. That left four people and one host , seeing as they hadn’t shown up. Yosami shook his head, adjusted his white jumper and followed Vesper.

    Vesper walked into the castle’s most famous room. Why was it famous? Possibly because it was the room that hosted the unique stain glass window, or maybe because of what was in the room; a large oval table, measuring twenty five meters in length and ten in width, or perhaps it was the Quartzite that was built into the centre of the table that made it so well known, Vesper didn’t care, really.

    Still, she had to smirk at the fact that Giovanni still thought he had to impress his eight colleagues, the seductive woman wasn’t in the mood to awe over a table that he had probably spent so much money on, no, she was only hear so she could hear about phase three… The problem was, she couldn’t, seeing as Giovanni hadn’t arrived yet.

    She eyed the table; only Yosami, Cornelius and Septimus were sitting at it. Vesper took the chair nearest to her and sat down. She inspected the three boys opposite her; there was Yosami, Egyptian and feared everywhere because of what he had achieved within the Pokemon drugs world. Septimus, an intelligent and quirky boy who wasn’t scared of telling people the truth. He was responsible for the killing of Erika, the old Gym Leader of Celadon City. Vesper frowned when she saw Cornelius, she didn’t know why he was here and was rather discomforted by his zombie like appearance, with his green, curly hair that just managed to hang over his lifeless eyes, but the way his face was both sullen and empty was the thing that disturbed Vesper. One could have thought he was dead, if it wasn’t for his annoying habit of tapping the table every two seconds with a ghostly hand. Vesper scowled at him and looked around the room; a few oil paintings of different types of fruit hung on the wall. Vesper began to feel cold, she shivered and said the words the other three boys were thinking; “where is everybody?”

    Five people, teenagers and adults, burst into the room one after the other, the last being a man dressed up in a red and white tuxedo. The four that entered with him walked to the table and sat down. One coughed as he waited for the man to speak.

    “Impatience will get you no respect from me, Ptomely.” Giovanni told the boy who had coughed. The past Team Rocket leader surveyed the table from where he was standing. A lot of you have been wondering when Phase Three begins, it began a few hours ago.” The black-haired man waited for his words to have effect before he took out a Poke ball that was coloured gold at the top and silver at the bottom. “Does anyone know what this is?” Silence replied. “I’ll take that as a no.” He smirked at the blank faces and turned to a turquoise-haired man. “Cyrus, would you mind bringing Professor Oak in here?”

    Vesper watched the man wearing a silver suit walk out of the room. Giovanni began to hum and throw the oddly coloured Poke ball from hand to hand, this irritated Vesper, but she didn’t bother telling him to stop. A few minutes later Cyrus re-entered the room with an elderly man.

    Giovanni looked at the broken Professor, Oak was a state; his usually well kept grey hair was stained with red, his trademark white jacket was torn and his face was scarred and cut. Giovanni nodded to Oak. “Professor! So good you could make it! Please, sit down.” Giovanni gestured to an empty chair at the top of the table. Oak didn’t move. Giovanni laughed darkly before saying; “All of us within this room have guns and Pokemon, except for you, and I would really hate to have to make you sit down, but I will if I have to.”

    Oak glared suspiciously at the man through tired eyes. “Why?”

    “Sit down on the chair if you value your life,” Giovanni replied. Oak sighed and obeyed Giovanni. “Tie him up,” the man told Cyrus, pointing to some rope that he had placed on the floor a few hours before the meeting began. Cyrus scowled but did what Giovanni asked. Oak didn’t bother struggling; he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape. Once Cyrus was done he nodded to Giovanni curtly before walking back to his seat. Giovanni circled around Oak a few times before producing the gold and silver ball to Oak’s vision.

    Oak’s face went just a tad whiter as he began to shake in anger and fear. “How did you get that?”

    Giovanni ignored the question. “Can you believe that only you and I know what this is, out of all these wonderful people with us today? I asked them what it was, and not one could answer. I find that appalling. Tell them what it is, if you want to live, I would advise you to do as I say.”

    Oak held his head high and looked upon those holding him captive. “That Poke ball is known as the GS Ball, it, that is to say… It never opened. My colleague spent her whole life trying to figure out how to work it. “It’s my guess some sort of Legendary Pokemon is inside it…” His voice trailed off and he turned to Giovanni. “If you have the ball… Where’s Ivy?”

    Giovanni shrugged, “she fought with us, and she was disposed of.” Giovanni dismissed the distraught Professor and turned to address the crowd. “This ball is the GS Ball. It was built long ago by the Legendary Pokemon Mew and Arceus… The reason being that the apocalypse had begun, Mew and Arceus were about to die along with the rest of the world, so Mew sacrificed itself to create a revolutionary Poke ball, one that could not be opened. You see, Arceus and Mew knew that if Arceus were to die, the whole Pokemon population would die, for they need Arceus for the balance, because Arceus is the balance. Arceus sealed itself within the ball in the hope that it would be able to survive the apocalypse. Arceus survived, and the world started again. How did Arceus get out the GS Ball? Because of Darkrai and Giratina, the two teamed up and brought the Poke ball down to the Underworld, where they bargained with Arceus… They would free Arceus so long as Arceus gave the two his soul. The God agreed, and nobody knows how they did it, but they released Arceus. I’m sure you all know that there is no Poke ball that can catch a Legendary, except for the GS Ball, so, of course, I acquired it.”

    Ceceily stood up. “That’s all very well, but without the key nothing will work. Where’s the key?”

    “It is in Johto, and it still has no clue as to what we are planning,” Giovanni revolved on the spot to face Oak, he held out the GS Ball in front of him. “You know, Oak, there is a Pokemon inside of this ball, it’s a Legendary, and it goes by the name of Moltres.”

    Talk erupted throughout the room, the only people that didn’t open their mouths were Oak, Giovanni and Cyrus. The professor smirked in a bittersweet way. “You don’t get it, do you? Articuno and Zapdos will come, and if they fail, Lugia and Ho-oh will follow. This isn’t a game, Giovanni… By corrupting the balance you have doomed yourself. As you said, the GS Ball can capture any Pokemon, but we both know it’s only one Pokemon to a Poke ball. So good luck, trying to survive under the wrath of the Legendaries.

    Ceceily laughed and spat on the ground. “Who said anything about one GS Ball? No, Oak, we’ve cloned one Poke ball for each Legendary.”

    Giovanni sighed and reached into one of his pockets. “Sadly for you, Oak, you are your antics are annoying me. You have given us all the information we need, and I thank you for that. Goodbye, Professor.”

    As Giovanni took out his gun, he saw a flash of blue and Oak disappeared from view. He closed his eyes and opened them again to see he was aiming his gun at Oak’s head. The frail Professor nodded, smiling. Giovanni shivered, something was not right. He ignored the feeling and clenched his small, black handgun. Giovanni’s eyes met Oak’s, there was no longer sorrow in the man’s eyes, it seemed to have been replaced by amusement. Giovanni pulled the trigger.

    The small, spinning piece of black lead burst through Oak’s temple, shattering all bones in its way so it could sink into the Professor’s brain. Oak’s body went limp. Giovanni turned away from the corpse. “Remove him.” He said to Cornelius.

    Cornelius set to work and began to untie the dead man. When he accomplished this he dragged the body out of the room and re-entered without it. He sat down and waited for the next person to speak.

    “You caught Moltres… How?” Vesper took the limelight.

    Cyrus stood up from where he was sitting. “A couple of hours ago Giovanni rang me. He told me to meet him at Flame Island – where the Legendary Pokemon known as Moltres supposedly resided – as soon as possible. He gave me no reason as to why he wanted me to meet him, but that just intrigued me, and, as they say, curiosity killed the cat. I arrived there just under half an hour from the time of his call. He was already there, we met and he told me his plan. The ambitious man wanted to capture Moltres, but surely it was impossible.”

    “I showed Cyrus the GS Ball, but I didn’t have time to explain the concept of it to him.” Giovanni took up the role of narrator. “But even with the GS Ball, I still needed the Fire Orb for Moltres to appear to me, so I guess it’s a good thing Lawrence the Third kindly gave it to me.” Giovanni smirked and bowed as a sign to tell Cyrus to continue.

    “We reached the top after a fairly long climb. Giovanni shouted to thin air that if Moltres appeared to us we would give it back its Flame Orb. For a few minutes there was no sound except for the blustering wind. Then I heard a shriek from above, I looked up to see a Phoenix hurtling at us from the clouds at breakneck speed. Moltres glided over and landed in front of us. Its magnificence was clear, and the two of us were awed by it. It cocked it’s head to a stone tablet a few years away from us; apparently he wanted us to put the Flame Orb down on it, I guess we’ll never kow because it was at that moment that Giovanni threw the GS Ball. It sucked the bird of fire in, landed on the ground and didn’t roll once.” Cyrus sat down.

    The seven listeners began to clap. Giovanni was about to say something when the stain glass window shattered in front of him, a blue beam exploded throughout the room. Giovanni quickly realised it was ice and he smirked. The balance was broken and Articuno wanted to fix it. The man quickly walked out of the room, the rest could follow.
    'It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.'
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