JammyU
Author of JAJ.
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- Seen Sep 1, 2008
Hey hey hey, Pokecommunitees. My name's JammyU and I have a fan fic on SPPf called JAJ (Just Another Journey) it's doing quite well but I thought I could get some more opinions. I see some familiar faces here (well, familiar usernames anyway), but it's actually my first ever post on Pokecommunity forums (shockhorrorgasp) so please notify me if I'm breaking some obscure rule, m'kay?
Right, on with the story. I'm not gonna give you a synopsis or anything, you'll have to read it yourself to find out what happens. Basically, I'm gonna post one chapter everyday until I catch up with the amount of chapters I've written (I'm currently writing Chapter 13). Without further a-do, here's Chapter 1.
Chapter 1.
"OK Dad, I'll be back this afternoon with my very first pokemon!" I called joyously.
"I wish you'd tell me what your going to choose, James, it would have been so much easier to guess back in my day when there were only three to pick from."
The truth was I had no idea which of the sixteen available pokemon I was going to chose once I got to the lab. So much had changed in the thirty years since my Dad started his journey. those were the days of heroes like Ash and Lucas all of whom began their adventures at the tender age of 10. The ambitious youths of today had to wait an extra three years before setting out across the world, but on the plus side, now traditional starters from any region could be chosen by anyone.
"That reminds me, say goodbye to Crimson for me when he wakes up, OK?"
My Dad's first pokemon, a seemingly placid Charmeleon, was dozing in his favourite chair by the fire, as per usual.
"You know, he wasn't always like this," Dad said, "We used to be the best team in Cinnabar Island, why, one time..."
"Yeah, yeah Dad, I really have to go now or I'll be stuck with the reserve pokemon."
"Ash Ketchum got "stuck with the reserve" and he..."
I was already out the door of our apartment and into the main complex of the lab. The Cinnabar lab, rebuilt after after the eruption of the now-dormant volcano, was famous for its advances in pokemon science, and my Dad was chief of experimental technology. Although I got to see loads of the new gadgets before any of my friends, living in a lab isn't as great as it sounds, the complex was always expanding, causing me to get lost every time a new addition was made, and it now covered most of the island.
I made my way to the Sammy Oak Memorial Section on one of the lab's golf-buggy-like vehicles, my medium-long, blond, kinda-curly hair wipping around my dark-eyed face as I rushed to meet my life-long partner to be. I was quite tall for my age and reasonably skinny. But how would my traits be reflected in my partner pokemon? I was quite shy with only a few close friends, so were the grass types: Turtwig, Bulbasaur, Chikorita or Treeko for me. But, then again I could get pretty angry when provoked, did that mean the fire types: Cyndaquil, Torchic, Chimchar or of course my Dad's choice - Charmander were best suited to my personality. And what about the calm, collected water types: Squirtle, Mudkip, Totodile and Piplup, were they going to be my choice. And, no matter what my Dad said, I definitely did not want the reserve, whatever that would be this month. I decided to wait until I got there and could see all of them for my self.
***
"Pleasebegood, pleasebegood, pleasebegood." I hoped frantically as Professor Oak led me down the dimly lit passage to the lab's storage room later that morning.
"The thing is," he said "we've only started using him as a reserve because he wasn't picked at the initial choosing so many times."
Did this mean the reserve was one of the regular starters?
"He was the runt of a litter you see, smaller than the average Bulbasaur…"
A Bulbasaur! I was saved. But then we turned the corner and -
"Oh. He is quite small isn't he," I said.
"Yes, as I said earlier - the runt of the litter."
"Wait. The runt of the litter?"
"Yes, the…"
"Who was his mother bred with?"
"Who… I don't know actually."
"So he might have some good bred moves?"
"Yes, I suppose, but moves aren't everything."
"I'll take him!"
"You know you don't really have a choi…"
But, once again, I was already out the door.
"James, wait, I have to speak with your father!" shouted Professor Oak, but his efforts echoed off the gleaming walls onto deaf ears - I had my first pokemon! I had to show Dad.
I burst into the living room to find both Crimson and Dad asleep by the fire.
"Dad, Dad!" I shouted wildly "I got a Bulbasaur!"
"Who? What? Were? Did I leave the DNA reconstructer on too long again?"
"Dad! I got a Bulbasaur."
"What? A Bulbasaur you say, let me see."
"GO! Bulbasaur! (I always wanted to say that)."
A flash of red light from the pokeball in my hand and a very small, reptilian-looking creature with a bulb on it's back appeared between us.
"Bulba?" It said quizzically.
"A bit small, isn't it," remarked Dad.
"Yeah… But it knows some really cool bred moves."
"Like what?"
"Well I don't actually..."
Suddenly, Gary Oak burst through the door.
"Glad…I…caught…up with…you…James" he said, panting. "Ah, Gerald, just the man I wanted to see" he said, addressing my Dad and miraculously back to full health.
He put his hand on the side of his mouth closest to me, "its about Project Z," he whispered.
"Don't worry Gary, I was just going to tell James anyway."
"Tell me what, what is this Project Z thingy anyhow."
"Well," started Professor Oak.
"Let me tell him, Gary," interrupted Dad.
"Oh, all right then," Mumbled the professor, "I suppose it was your idea in the first place."
"Well, Professor Oak and I have been working together with the guys at Devon in the Hoenn region" Dad explained "we've been trying to develop an object which lets you hear pokemons' thoughts."
"Wow, that'd be really cool," I interjected, "has it worked?"
"Well yes, and no," said Oak "Gerald has created the technology to make the thing work, and Steven at Devon has found us the perfect fuel source - a type of very rare gem stone. The thing is that with out data on every pokemon, the Dream Scope (that's what we've decided to call it) won't work with the ones that there isn't data for.
"So, how much data did you manage to get from Ash's Pokedex" asked Dad.
So that's what he meant earlier, I thought.
"Well" replied Oak, "that's what I came to tell you, it seems that his data just isn't up-to-date enough".
"Aw, man." I groaned.
Just then, Dad suddenly looked very excited and practically flew out of his chair, Crimson even half-opened an eyelid. I knew that look - my Dad had had a brain wave. He rushed into the small workroom at the back of our apartment and came back just as fast holding something that looked like a large earphone with a shining stone embedded in the middle.
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Yes. Now Gary, have you got an empty pokedex on you?" asked Dad.
"Errr, I might do in here somewhere…….Ah, yes here you go!" said Oak after searching through his lab coat.
Dad took the electronic encyclopaedia and removed a small silicon chip from inside it. He then fiddled with the Dream Scope until a small slot opened in the back and then he slotted the chip inside.
"Oh, I see," said Oak, "that is clever."
"What, what is it?" I asked impatiently.
"Now any pokemon you meet will automatically be registered in the 'dex chip, which will hence allow you to communicate telepathically with that pokemon."
"Wait, what do you mean "me"". I asked.
"James," said Dad, "I want you and Bulbasaur to take the Dream Scope on your journey together and fill it with entries of as many pokemon as you can."
"Awesome!" I shouted so loudly that Crimson almost completely opened one eye, "I got a Dream Scope!" I shouted, performing a cheesy victory pose I'd seen on TV, "Now how do I put it on?"
Right, on with the story. I'm not gonna give you a synopsis or anything, you'll have to read it yourself to find out what happens. Basically, I'm gonna post one chapter everyday until I catch up with the amount of chapters I've written (I'm currently writing Chapter 13). Without further a-do, here's Chapter 1.
Just Another Journey.
Chapter 1.
"OK Dad, I'll be back this afternoon with my very first pokemon!" I called joyously.
"I wish you'd tell me what your going to choose, James, it would have been so much easier to guess back in my day when there were only three to pick from."
The truth was I had no idea which of the sixteen available pokemon I was going to chose once I got to the lab. So much had changed in the thirty years since my Dad started his journey. those were the days of heroes like Ash and Lucas all of whom began their adventures at the tender age of 10. The ambitious youths of today had to wait an extra three years before setting out across the world, but on the plus side, now traditional starters from any region could be chosen by anyone.
"That reminds me, say goodbye to Crimson for me when he wakes up, OK?"
My Dad's first pokemon, a seemingly placid Charmeleon, was dozing in his favourite chair by the fire, as per usual.
"You know, he wasn't always like this," Dad said, "We used to be the best team in Cinnabar Island, why, one time..."
"Yeah, yeah Dad, I really have to go now or I'll be stuck with the reserve pokemon."
"Ash Ketchum got "stuck with the reserve" and he..."
I was already out the door of our apartment and into the main complex of the lab. The Cinnabar lab, rebuilt after after the eruption of the now-dormant volcano, was famous for its advances in pokemon science, and my Dad was chief of experimental technology. Although I got to see loads of the new gadgets before any of my friends, living in a lab isn't as great as it sounds, the complex was always expanding, causing me to get lost every time a new addition was made, and it now covered most of the island.
I made my way to the Sammy Oak Memorial Section on one of the lab's golf-buggy-like vehicles, my medium-long, blond, kinda-curly hair wipping around my dark-eyed face as I rushed to meet my life-long partner to be. I was quite tall for my age and reasonably skinny. But how would my traits be reflected in my partner pokemon? I was quite shy with only a few close friends, so were the grass types: Turtwig, Bulbasaur, Chikorita or Treeko for me. But, then again I could get pretty angry when provoked, did that mean the fire types: Cyndaquil, Torchic, Chimchar or of course my Dad's choice - Charmander were best suited to my personality. And what about the calm, collected water types: Squirtle, Mudkip, Totodile and Piplup, were they going to be my choice. And, no matter what my Dad said, I definitely did not want the reserve, whatever that would be this month. I decided to wait until I got there and could see all of them for my self.
***
The lab was a cacophony of grunts, squeals, croaks and chirrups, and that was just the newbie trainers. The remaing pokemon sat on the long silver table in the middle of the tech-filled room, some waiting patiently and others eagerly trying to attract the attention of the undecided trainers.
An aging man with a shock of greyish-brown hair came striding towards me.
"Morning, Professor Oak," I greeted him.
"James, I would of thought you'd be the first here, you living so close and all," he said, "Oh, and please call me Gary."
"Dad asked me to ask how something called "Project Z" is coming along."
"Ah.... Oh, don't worry about that now, come and look at the pokemon. Zach and Micheal are already here."
"Really."
"Yes, and already arguing."
"Ah."
Zach and Michael were my best friends, and twin brothers too, but far from identical as they tried to do as much different as possible - they both had brown scruffy hair, in completely different styles, and were both quite short for their age, and most of all, they were always arguing. I was often the only voice of reason.
"But we can't both have fire types, we can't be rivals with the same type of pokemon!" Protested Zach who was holding a rather frightened-looking Cyndaquil.
"Fine then, I'll have Piplup." Said Michael.
"What's this, a compromise between the Allen twins." Remarked Oak.
"Hah, that puny penguin?" Countered Zach.
"Maybe not then."
"You'll change your tune when I beat your Cyndaquil's *** every time with my water type."
"Guys..", I attempted.
"Yeah, well, once your Piplup becomes an Empoleon it'll get a weakness to fire."
"Guys!"
"And a resistance to grass." Micheal retaliated.
"GUYS!!!"
"Oh, hi James" the twins said in perfect sync.
"Jynx!" They also said in sync.
"No I Jynxed you!" Said Zach.
"Yeah, well, I triple-ice-punch-lovely-kissed it." Argued Michael.
"I'll ice punch you in a minu..."
"GUYS!!! I'm trying to get to the pokemon before the Miltank come home!"
"Oh, sorry James, its just that Micheal wanted a Charmander and..."
"You, take the Cyndaquil and you, take the Piplup and get out of the way!" I resolved angrily.
"Piplup's better anyway.." muttered Michael.
Suddenly, a tall form blocked out the neon light from the doorway.
I turned to see the Professor looking stunned, which was unusual as he was renowned for his calm and collected attitude.
"Well, well, well," said Gary Oak, "If it isn't my old friend and rival - Ash Ketchum."
Everybody in the lab gasped and silence filled the room.
"But that means," I whispered, "Oh no."
Another, smaller but still quite tall, shadow appeared by the figure of the renowned Ash Ketchum.
"Amber Ketchum."
Although the daughter of the so-called "hero" Ash Ketchum lived across the sea in Pallet Town, the sand-banks and islets imbetween were occupied by Cinnabar Islanders and those from Pallet Town alike during the Summer, and over the years I had built up a strong rivalry with her.
"Good to see you, old friend," said Ash ,"has my pokedex been useful for your knew project?"
"Well blow me over and call me a Jigglypuff, it was young Amber's birthday last week wasn't it" exclaimed the Professor "well, I'm quite unprepared for this, there's actually only one pokemon left…"
It couldn't be - in the process of arguing with the twins and the unexpected arrival of Ash and Amber the rest of the pokemon had been chosen and so now only the Charmander the twins had been squabbling over was left.
Amber and I met each other's gaze for a second before sprinting for the table. I may have been closer but she was taller and faster and her out-stretched hand reached the table a mere millisecond before mine.
"I guess your coming with me then Charmander," said Amber triumphantly.
"Char!" Growled the flaming-tailed lizard in reply.
"I'm afraid," said Oak "that leaves you with the…"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
The lab was a cacophony of grunts, squeals, croaks and chirrups, and that was just the newbie trainers. The remaing pokemon sat on the long silver table in the middle of the tech-filled room, some waiting patiently and others eagerly trying to attract the attention of the undecided trainers.
An aging man with a shock of greyish-brown hair came striding towards me.
"Morning, Professor Oak," I greeted him.
"James, I would of thought you'd be the first here, you living so close and all," he said, "Oh, and please call me Gary."
"Dad asked me to ask how something called "Project Z" is coming along."
"Ah.... Oh, don't worry about that now, come and look at the pokemon. Zach and Micheal are already here."
"Really."
"Yes, and already arguing."
"Ah."
Zach and Michael were my best friends, and twin brothers too, but far from identical as they tried to do as much different as possible - they both had brown scruffy hair, in completely different styles, and were both quite short for their age, and most of all, they were always arguing. I was often the only voice of reason.
"But we can't both have fire types, we can't be rivals with the same type of pokemon!" Protested Zach who was holding a rather frightened-looking Cyndaquil.
"Fine then, I'll have Piplup." Said Michael.
"What's this, a compromise between the Allen twins." Remarked Oak.
"Hah, that puny penguin?" Countered Zach.
"Maybe not then."
"You'll change your tune when I beat your Cyndaquil's *** every time with my water type."
"Guys..", I attempted.
"Yeah, well, once your Piplup becomes an Empoleon it'll get a weakness to fire."
"Guys!"
"And a resistance to grass." Micheal retaliated.
"GUYS!!!"
"Oh, hi James" the twins said in perfect sync.
"Jynx!" They also said in sync.
"No I Jynxed you!" Said Zach.
"Yeah, well, I triple-ice-punch-lovely-kissed it." Argued Michael.
"I'll ice punch you in a minu..."
"GUYS!!! I'm trying to get to the pokemon before the Miltank come home!"
"Oh, sorry James, its just that Micheal wanted a Charmander and..."
"You, take the Cyndaquil and you, take the Piplup and get out of the way!" I resolved angrily.
"Piplup's better anyway.." muttered Michael.
Suddenly, a tall form blocked out the neon light from the doorway.
I turned to see the Professor looking stunned, which was unusual as he was renowned for his calm and collected attitude.
"Well, well, well," said Gary Oak, "If it isn't my old friend and rival - Ash Ketchum."
Everybody in the lab gasped and silence filled the room.
"But that means," I whispered, "Oh no."
Another, smaller but still quite tall, shadow appeared by the figure of the renowned Ash Ketchum.
"Amber Ketchum."
Although the daughter of the so-called "hero" Ash Ketchum lived across the sea in Pallet Town, the sand-banks and islets imbetween were occupied by Cinnabar Islanders and those from Pallet Town alike during the Summer, and over the years I had built up a strong rivalry with her.
"Good to see you, old friend," said Ash ,"has my pokedex been useful for your knew project?"
"Well blow me over and call me a Jigglypuff, it was young Amber's birthday last week wasn't it" exclaimed the Professor "well, I'm quite unprepared for this, there's actually only one pokemon left…"
It couldn't be - in the process of arguing with the twins and the unexpected arrival of Ash and Amber the rest of the pokemon had been chosen and so now only the Charmander the twins had been squabbling over was left.
Amber and I met each other's gaze for a second before sprinting for the table. I may have been closer but she was taller and faster and her out-stretched hand reached the table a mere millisecond before mine.
"I guess your coming with me then Charmander," said Amber triumphantly.
"Char!" Growled the flaming-tailed lizard in reply.
"I'm afraid," said Oak "that leaves you with the…"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
***
"Pleasebegood, pleasebegood, pleasebegood." I hoped frantically as Professor Oak led me down the dimly lit passage to the lab's storage room later that morning.
"The thing is," he said "we've only started using him as a reserve because he wasn't picked at the initial choosing so many times."
Did this mean the reserve was one of the regular starters?
"He was the runt of a litter you see, smaller than the average Bulbasaur…"
A Bulbasaur! I was saved. But then we turned the corner and -
"Oh. He is quite small isn't he," I said.
"Yes, as I said earlier - the runt of the litter."
"Wait. The runt of the litter?"
"Yes, the…"
"Who was his mother bred with?"
"Who… I don't know actually."
"So he might have some good bred moves?"
"Yes, I suppose, but moves aren't everything."
"I'll take him!"
"You know you don't really have a choi…"
But, once again, I was already out the door.
"James, wait, I have to speak with your father!" shouted Professor Oak, but his efforts echoed off the gleaming walls onto deaf ears - I had my first pokemon! I had to show Dad.
***
I burst into the living room to find both Crimson and Dad asleep by the fire.
"Dad, Dad!" I shouted wildly "I got a Bulbasaur!"
"Who? What? Were? Did I leave the DNA reconstructer on too long again?"
"Dad! I got a Bulbasaur."
"What? A Bulbasaur you say, let me see."
"GO! Bulbasaur! (I always wanted to say that)."
A flash of red light from the pokeball in my hand and a very small, reptilian-looking creature with a bulb on it's back appeared between us.
"Bulba?" It said quizzically.
"A bit small, isn't it," remarked Dad.
"Yeah… But it knows some really cool bred moves."
"Like what?"
"Well I don't actually..."
Suddenly, Gary Oak burst through the door.
"Glad…I…caught…up with…you…James" he said, panting. "Ah, Gerald, just the man I wanted to see" he said, addressing my Dad and miraculously back to full health.
He put his hand on the side of his mouth closest to me, "its about Project Z," he whispered.
"Don't worry Gary, I was just going to tell James anyway."
"Tell me what, what is this Project Z thingy anyhow."
"Well," started Professor Oak.
"Let me tell him, Gary," interrupted Dad.
"Oh, all right then," Mumbled the professor, "I suppose it was your idea in the first place."
"Well, Professor Oak and I have been working together with the guys at Devon in the Hoenn region" Dad explained "we've been trying to develop an object which lets you hear pokemons' thoughts."
"Wow, that'd be really cool," I interjected, "has it worked?"
"Well yes, and no," said Oak "Gerald has created the technology to make the thing work, and Steven at Devon has found us the perfect fuel source - a type of very rare gem stone. The thing is that with out data on every pokemon, the Dream Scope (that's what we've decided to call it) won't work with the ones that there isn't data for.
"So, how much data did you manage to get from Ash's Pokedex" asked Dad.
So that's what he meant earlier, I thought.
"Well" replied Oak, "that's what I came to tell you, it seems that his data just isn't up-to-date enough".
"Aw, man." I groaned.
Just then, Dad suddenly looked very excited and practically flew out of his chair, Crimson even half-opened an eyelid. I knew that look - my Dad had had a brain wave. He rushed into the small workroom at the back of our apartment and came back just as fast holding something that looked like a large earphone with a shining stone embedded in the middle.
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Yes. Now Gary, have you got an empty pokedex on you?" asked Dad.
"Errr, I might do in here somewhere…….Ah, yes here you go!" said Oak after searching through his lab coat.
Dad took the electronic encyclopaedia and removed a small silicon chip from inside it. He then fiddled with the Dream Scope until a small slot opened in the back and then he slotted the chip inside.
"Oh, I see," said Oak, "that is clever."
"What, what is it?" I asked impatiently.
"Now any pokemon you meet will automatically be registered in the 'dex chip, which will hence allow you to communicate telepathically with that pokemon."
"Wait, what do you mean "me"". I asked.
"James," said Dad, "I want you and Bulbasaur to take the Dream Scope on your journey together and fill it with entries of as many pokemon as you can."
"Awesome!" I shouted so loudly that Crimson almost completely opened one eye, "I got a Dream Scope!" I shouted, performing a cheesy victory pose I'd seen on TV, "Now how do I put it on?"
***
That's all for today, please bear in mind that this was my first attempt at writing a stroy of any kind and the later chapters get much better.
See ya tomorrow,
~JammyU
See ya tomorrow,
~JammyU