Pokemon Wars: The Alpha

[Gummy]

OOC: No, I won't be nicknaming Charmander.

Before Simon could properly celebrate his victory with his new Charmander, a group of strange men quickly surrounded him. Unlike what they did to his opponent, a single man stepped up and tightly wrapped a blindfold around the trainer's eyes. The annoyed teen contemplated fighting back, especially now that he had a Pokemon to fight for him, but realized he was at horrible odds. Unlike last time, Simon did not fight back but instead pocketed Charmander's pokeball and allowed the men to escort him out. The trip was noticeably gentler this time around.

'What's with the sudden change in aggressiveness?' Simon pondered, but dared not ask aloud. He still wasn't sure how these people felt about him after all.

The trip back was surprisingly shorter than the one coming in. Maybe it was because Simon had grown accustomed to the way these people worked, or that they took an elevator this time... yeah, probably the latter. He smelled the outside air brush against his nose and immediately knew they were outside. In all likelihood, this was the same exact truck. His suspicions were confirmed when he was lead into some type of metallic area and once again heard the rumbling of an engine. A hand reached over the front seat and snatched the blindfold away so quickly, Simon thought his sideburns were burned off.

A burst of light temporarily blinded the young trainer as the back doors of the vehicle swung open. It wasn't a bright as it was in the early morning, but Simon had spent most of the day in dark headquarters of these mysterious people. He rubbed his eyes and rapidly blinked to clear his vision, and let out a loud gasp when he recognized the street they had stopped on.

"Welcome home," a man standing at the back of the truck said. He was dressed in rugged, worn out close and upon smiling, showed his yellow teeth. His black hair was an absolute mess with sticks and blades of grass sticking out.

"What's going on?" Simon finally asked. It was a question he had been itching to get an answer to for the entire day.

"Long story short, that battle you just won was a test. And you passed, granting you the status of being a member of Rebellion Army of Kanto," the man answered, which actually surprised Simon. Everyone else just ignored his questions.

Simon held up a hand to signal the man to stop talking. He had heard a great deal about the RAoK, and even admired them. Not many people had the guts to oppose the new government. But after everything that had happened in the past few hours, the teen wasn't sure how he felt about the organization.

"The RAoK... wait, are you guys here to take out Stewart!?" Simon exclaimed. Living in Pallet Town himself, the boy obviously knew about the new gym leader. He hadn't liked him much: the man acted as if he was almighty but wasn't really that powerful at all.

"There's no real need for us to get our hands dirty. That's why it's your mission to take out Stewart," the main said with a smirk. Without another word, he began walking back toward the driver's seat.

"Wait!" Simon cried before jumping out of the truck. "I need to sleep on this. It's not every day you get forced into a rebellious organization!"

The man opened the door before looking over at Simon. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're being tracked; if the others see you spilling the beans to your parents... well, use your imagination." He didn't even give the teen a chance to retort before hopping in the front seat and driving off.

"This sucks!" Simon shouted before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He felt the familiar brush of a paper-like material. "What's this?" he asked with a grin as he held a sum of 1000 credits along with a small note.

Use this money to prepare yourself.

With a nod, he pocketed the cash and made his way for the PokeMart. Unlike many of the other facilities of the region, the PokeMart had remained virtually the same after the Pokemon World Government had taken over. The only main difference was that they now sold rare CMs, which was Simon had decided to spend his money on.

The familiar sound of a bell chiming filled the building as the young trainer entered the shop. It was surprisingly empty, especially for the time of the day. He pondered if RAoK had something to do with the phenomenon, but quickly dismissed the idea. After walking up and down the aisles, Simon picked up two Potions, two Pokeballs, and CM01, which taught the move Rush. An accurate name, as the teen rushed toward the counter. He handed the cashier all his money before he was told the price for everything; he had always been good at math.

"Thanks for shopping here, sir. Please come again," the cashier said in an almost robotic tone.

"Uh, before I leave, can you teach me how to use this thing?" Simon held up the CM, which was shaped like a disk.

"Oh, just press it against the button of the pokeball of the Pokemon you wish to use it on. It will break after use, but that just means all the data had been transferred." Simon followed the man's instructions but was still a little shocked when the disk crumbled in his hands.

"Now you should probably head to the Government Pokemon Healing Center, CMs leave Pokemon pretty weak. It's only a couple blocks west of here."

"Thanks!" Simon shouted while running out the door. He really wanted to get this over with.

 

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Gummy: Interesting, since he grew up in Pallet, you could see his personal views on the new leader.
Simon obtained 2 PokeBalls!
Simon obtained 2 Potions!
Charmander learned Rush!

 

[pumpkinziggy]

May cringed as a man in blue turned on a light. As a matter of fact, he looked all blue, which made May's skin crawl. She didn't like his face. It was expressionless and blank. The teen gulped with nervousness.

"A battle, eh?" The gym leader asked. He showed her two PokéBalls. "Still willing?"

May nodded. She watched as a referee emerged from the shadows.

"I'm Stewart," the gym leader introduced.

"M-May..." she stammered.

"Take your places," the referee said. May stepped back to her spot on the gym floor. Stewart did the same.

"Send out your Pokémon and commence battling."

Stewart sent out first. He released a pink bulldog-like Pokémon that appeared as if it were wearing a blue collar. "Snubbull," it murmured.

Slightly unnerved, May released Lilly. The Glameow growled at its opponent.

Since Lilly was faster, May commanded, "Lilly, Fake Out, then Rush!"

Lilly leaped at Snubbull, shouting. Snubbull cringed, then endured the tackle that Lilly gave. It had to keep blocking, for its foe charged again, knocking it aside.

"Lilly, we have another chance, since it flinched. Rush, again!"

The gray cat repeated its last attack, but this time scratched Snubbull. Snubbull fell to the ground.

"Snubbull is unable to battle," the referee announced. "But Stewart still has another Pokémon!"

This time, Stewart released a purple, mouse-like Pokémon. "Rattata!" It hissed, leaping around.

Still, Lilly was faster. "Rush!" May commanded.

Lilly ran straight for Rattata, and tackled it, using her full body. Rattata was knocked down, but got back up again and swished its tail impatiently.

"Rattata, use Tail Whip, then Tackle!"

"Ratta!" The mouse screeched, swinging its tail cutely. Lilly stared at it intently, and was startled when the purple Pokémon rammed into her. She let out a cry, but sat up afterwards.

"Scratch, for a change," May said confidently, grinning.

Lilly nodded, then raked Rattata with its claws. Rattata whimpered, but held on.

"Rattata, Quick Attack!" Stewart told his Pokémon quickly.

Obedient, but apparently a bit rushed, Rattata raced at Lilly, who could hardly see the rodent streaming towards her. She cringed as the impact came, and was getting tired.

"Finish it off with Rush! Just once more!" May encouraged.

It seemed to give Lilly strength, for while Rattata was close, she tackled it in the side. Rattata fell to the floor.

"That was a wise hit!" The referee commented. "Rattata is unable to battle! May is the winner!"

Lilly hissed with satisfaction, and appeared to pose. May withdrew her, and shook hands with Stewart.

Stewart then handed her another disc-like thing, and a slip of paper. "Egg Certificate," it read.

"I can see you're puzzled about that," Stewart laughed. "Give it to the Egg Man next door, and he'll gift you with a rare egg."

May nodded respectfully, and waved before exiting the gym.

She excitedly ran along the street with a big grin on her face until she reached a house with a sign next to it that said, "Egg Man's House."

May politely knocked, then slowly pushed the wooden door open. There was an old man sitting on a chair inside.

"H-Hello?" May said quietly. "You are the Egg Man, right?"

The old guy turned his head towards her and nodded. "Yes, I am. Do you have an Egg Ceritificate?"

"I have one," May replied, and handed it to him.

The man appeared to examine it, then handed her a round, green-spotted egg. "Take good care of it," he encouraged.

May nodded in thanks, and left the house. The one thing that was on her mind: Imagine what kind of Pokémon this Egg would hatch into!

 

[Papa_Squat]

Chapter 2: Part one

(OOC: Lol, I'm glad you like my writing. If you enjoy reading long text walls, this next one is almost as good XD. Don't worry, soon I'll slow down.
And yes, I would like to nickname my squirtle. As you will see in the following chapter, I will nickname him 'Squirt')

With a slam of a door and the roar of an engine, Timmy watched as the black semi truck lumbered off down the road into the blackness of the foggy night. He had ridden in the back of this truck, cramped and jostling against thirty or so blindfolded children for hours, and finally his stop had come. The men in suits had come again and hauled him out into the chilly night air, looking left and right nervously to make sure that no one was peering out of a window or standing around a corner to observe them. They had ripped the blindfold from his eyes, shoved a small packet into his hands and whispered only one cryptic instruction.

"Check the note."

With that, they got back into the truck and left him, alone and scared, in the middle of an unfamiliar city with no idea where he was or what to do. Shaking with fear and cold, he looked down into his hands to see what had been given to him. He picked up a familiar red and white ball and his heart felt the slightest bit lighter. At least there was one familiar face he could see again. He pressed the button on the pokeball and released the squirtle within.

"Squirt, squirt, squirt!" it chanted, hopping from one foot to the other, clearly relieved to have been released from its confines. Timmy grinned as he watched the creature's antics. It ran around in circles a few times, got dizzy, fell over, got back up, did an odd sort of jig, and spun around on the back of it's shell in a break-dance like maneuver.

"As entertaining as you are, this doesn't help me in the slightest." Timmy said to the turtle in a near whisper. At the sound of Timmy's voice, Squirtle looked up into his face.

"Squirt?" it said, head cocked to the side. Then a mischievous grin stretched across its face and it inched towards Timmy, one tiny turtle-step at a time. Once it was right up next to Timmy's leg, it reached out a small blue hand and touched him lightly on the knee. "SQUIRT!" it crowed gleefully as it took off running as fast as it could, which was surprisingly fast considering its short, stubby legs. Startled and fearful of losing his one companion, Timmy took off after the fleeing turtle.

Running passed trees and rosebushes he chased the squirtle down the streets of what appeared to be a small-town residential community. He was hard-pressed to keep up with the speedy pokemon, even though his sneakers pounded the gravel faster than they ever had before. Timmy had never been very athletic and so the turtle pokemon kept having to stop and wait for him. Every time he got close however, the squirtle would turn tail and run off again.

"So it's tag you want to play huh?" Timmy said panting. Well, let's see how well you can compete against a little trickery." With a swift change of direction, Timmy hid himself behind a large oak tree. In the distance he heard the mischievous turtles footsteps stop. Then they changed direction and Timmy heard the pattering approach of the little troublemaker. Slowly circling around to the other side of the tree, Timmy managed to get behind the creature. He reached out his forefinger and gave the creature a small poke in the back of the head. Whipping around in surprise, the little squirtle gave out a small, croaking sound which must have been the equivalent of a laugh.

"Squirt, squirt, squirt!" It chuckled, rolling on the ground in glee at it's little game. Timmy eyed it with amusement.

"Well, I'm glad your having a good time." Timmy said, watching the pokemon now chasing its own curly tail. "You know, I still don't know what to call you. Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Squirt?" the turtle replied, not understanding the question.

"Haha, Squirt it is then. You know, it's kind of ironic but I've gone by that same name for many years myself." Timmy said thoughtfully. "People always used to tell me 'get out of the way squirt!' I suppose it will be interesting being on the giving end of that name rather than the receiving."

As he talked he realized that his pokemon was paying no attention whatsoever. It merely entertained itself by stretching out its own tail and letting it spring back into its curly shape. Shaking his head in exasperation, Timmy used the opportunity to continue perusing the items that he had been left with. Other than the pokeball he had only a few folded bills that he recognized as money, and a small, folded note. He opened it up and read the few words that were printed there.

Instructions for all new recruits:

You have been selected for service within the Rebellion Army of Kanto. Do not resist and do not attempt to escape. You are bugged, which allows us to track your every movement. If you attempt to contact relatives or authorities to reveal us, you will be immediately terminated. Thank you for your cooperation.

Task:
Take out Stewart, the Pallet Town Gym leader. Use your funds to buy the necessary equipment at the nearest location. If you fail, we will destroy all evidence of our affiliation with you. Do not fail.

If you succeed, we will be there shortly to collect you for your next assignment.
​

After reading the note, Timmy's fear returned again. He was supposed to take down a gym leader? This was ridiculous. He had never even held a pokeball until today and they expected him to defeat a seasoned trainer? His thoughts strayed to the idea of running away, but that, of course, was impossible. He was bugged and they would know his every move. Unless of course he removed his clothing… he was fairly sure that they had not placed any devices in his skin or he would have surely felt it. No, that too was ridiculous. He was already cold, lost and alone, he didn't need to be naked as well.

After much deliberation, he decided to follow the note's instructions and head to the nearest shop or pokemon center. The gash on Squirt's leg was starting to look pretty bad and he could use a rest himself. But where to go? He got up and looked around himself, searching for any sign of a store or pokemon center. He saw dim street lights off in the distance and he made up his mind to head towards them.

Pulling out his pokeball, he turned to Squirt. "Time to go back buddy." He said. He didn't want the little guy to go wandering off again. Squirt didn't look happy to be going back in the ball, but as Timmy pressed the button again, he was quickly sucked inside.

Timmy headed off in the direction of the lights and soon he found himself in front of a brightly lit storefront. The shop windows were plastered with colorful posters saying things like " got a notion for a potion?" or " Wacky Wednesday sale! All CM's half off!" Timmy had no idea what a CM was, but it didn't matter much anyway because today was Friday.

Encouraged by the warm glow emanating from within the building, Timmy pulled open the glass doors and stepped cautiously inside. A small bell sounded to announce his arrival and after a few moments a plump, friendly looking, curly-brown-haired woman shuffled behind the counter and smiled warmly at him. "My goodness its late for a youngster like you to be up and about! What can I do for you m'dear?" seeing the pokeball in his hand her face lit up. "Is that your first pokemon? Oh, how sweet. You'll be looking to get some things to take care of it then, am I right?"

Timmy didn't know what to say, so he simply nodded and watched the plump woman proceed to pull out several interesting looking items and place them on the countertop. He moved in closer to get a better look.

"Now this," she said, pointing to a small blue bottle, "is a potion. You'll definitely want a few of these. They'll heal your pokemon during a match. But don't overuse them!" she cautioned. "One thing that new trainers these days never seem to learn is that a potion is no substitute for a good, long stay at a pokecenter, that's what I always say." With that she set the bottles aside and pointed to several pokeballs, almost identical to the one in Timmy's hand. "These, as you already know, are pokeballs." She explained. "You'll want a couple of these too if you want to go out adventuring. You never know when you might run into a pokemon that catches your fancy!" She set these pokeballs aside with the potions. "Now these," she said, pointing to some strange-looking disc shaped objects, " are CM's. Do you know what these do?" she asked.

Timmy merely shook his head.

"That's quite alright, they are very simple. A CM teaches a pokemon a new attack. Let me see your pokemon and I'll be able to tell you whether it can use any of these."

Timmy pressed the button on his ball and released Squirt onto the countertop.

"Oh, what an adorable little squirtle!" the woman exclaimed. Upon seeing the injury on its leg, however, her face became stern. "This injury ought to have been taken care of a long time ago." She said, frowning at Timmy. "Nevermind these CMs, we need to get this creature to the pokecenter right now. Lucky for us, this store shares a wall with the local Pokecenter and we can walk straight on over next door to get him fixed up. Go ahead and pick out what you want while I get your pokemon taken care of."

As she walked off, Timmy felt a little awkward, standing in the shop alone. He reached out and picked up two of the pokeballs and two of the potions and reached into his pocket. He worked out how much money the items would cost and left it on the counter with the other wares. He then followed the woman out the back door which led to the pokecenter. He didn't like letting his only companion out of his sight, even for a moment.

 

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pumpkin: A good battle post, but I don't think you understand the situation. This is war. People are trying to kill each other. They will use every resource at their command to take you on, and yes that includes cheating. TIn Gym Battles, there are no refs, so its not like "So and So is unable to battle, blah is the winner",its Bidoof slammed into the weak Pikachu, and when it recovered, it cried for a surrender, but another quick attack took care of it. I will let this one slip by, but next time add a little more killer instinct into the battles.
Lilly grew to Level 8!
Lilly learned Growl!
May Traded her Egg Certificate in to get an Egg!
May obtained TM12!
Papa: Once again, you have impressed me. Squirt made me laugh, and I actually felt like I was there. Good Job.
Timmy obtained 2 Potions!
Timmy obtained 2 PokeBalls!

 

[Gummy]

Chapter Two: The First Mission

The GPHC, like the nearby PokeMart, was oddly empty. A waste, really, as the placed looked absolutely extravagant. Simon had never entered this building before, so he found himself amazed by frame-dominated walls, the massive machines behind the counter, and most of all, the stunningly attractive Nurse Joy running the counter. Her pink hair was curled into a tight bun and she wore a nurse uniform that showed off her figure perfectly. Simon had already handed her Charmander's pokeball and had spent the last ten minutes acting as if he was studied a Town Map plastered on the wall so he didn't get caught examining her great body.

"Um, excuse me sir," said a voice so softly, it could have been mistaken for a whisper. A chill ran down Simon's spine as he quickly spun around to see Nurse Joy standing next to him in all her beauty, handing him Charmander's pokeball.

"Your Charmander will be fine, but how about you sir, do you need a room to rest?" Joy asked with a slight blush. Honestly, Simon couldn't tell if she was doing a little flirting or just her job.

"As much as I would love to, I've got other plans," Simon replied, keeping his cool. The young man had always thought of himself as handsome, so this kind of situation was natural for him.

"Like what, if you don't mind me asking?"

Simon contemplated on whether or not he should reveal the day's events to the curious nurse. Then he suddenly remembered the warning given by the RAoK member, and knew that if they somehow found out he told her the truth, they'd come find her. With a sigh, he straightened up and tried to put on the most bored face as possible.

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said, quite smugly. The nurse seemed to get the picture as the blood immediately left her cheeks and she returned to the counter.

"This whole RAoK situation is really ruining my life. Let's just get this over with," Simon said quietly, staring intensely at the sphere in his hand. With one final look at what he was leaving behind, the young rebel turn about-face and marched out the front door. As soon as he exited the center, he released the Pokeball being held in the ball and in a burst of red light, Charmander appeared before him. Her tail was burning as brightly as ever.

"Chaaaaar..." she said in a yawn-like fashion with outstretched arms. Simon couldn't help but chuckle at the oddly human-like gesture.

"I guess being in a pokeball is like a nap for you guys, eh?" he asked all though he didn't really care. The orange lizard gave a sharp nod and bared her fangs at her trainer. Simon couldn't tell if it as a smile or a threat.

"Okay Charmander, here's the — wait, it doesn't feel right just calling you by your species name. How about a nickname? Just Charm, perhaps?" The Pokemon gave another nod of approval, and everything was settled. Simon liked how easy it was to negotiate with Pokemon.

"Well, as I was saying, here's the plan. We've been ordered to go to the local gym and defeat its current leader. That's no easy task, as I know as a resident of Pallet Town. But with you at my side, I'm almost positive we can get through this. So what do you say?"

Charm crossed her arms and put on a facial expression that actually made her look like she was in deep thought. After a few seconds of anxious, awkward silence, the lizard looked up at her trainer's eyes, which we only visible for this rare moment as he usually wore shades.

"Charmander Char!" she shouted as she thrust her fist in the air. Simon laughed and copied his Pokemon, and the two made their way to the Pallet Town Gym.

Just by looking at the place, one could deduce that the gym was built in a rush. In fact, the place didn't look built at all, but just a conversion from an old apartment. But still, it played its role in striking fear in all those who entered by looming over all other buildings in the town. Simon took a deep breath, looked over at his Pokemon companion, and finally pushed the doors open and entered dramatically.

"I challenge you to a battle!" he shouted, without really looking at his surroundings. The lights were on, but the room was still exceptionally dark. As far as Simon could tell, this place was purposely never cleaned to add more of a dramatic effect to the battles that took place there. On the opposite side of the large room, sitting on a throne-like chair, was a positively blue Stewart. And I mean that literally; the man was wearing all blue, including a blue mask. Another thing Simon couldn't stand about the gym leader: he had no fashion sense, whatsoever.

"Seriously?" Stewart said emotionlessly as he lifted himself off of his seat. "If that's your only Pokemon, you might want to reconsider."

"Trust me, Charm here can hold her own against your team," the trainer said with a smirk. He knew very well that Stewart owned no Pokemon that would pose a threat to his fire Pokemon.

"Well then, can't say I didn't warn you." The blue man retrieved two pokeballs from his pocket and threw one onto the field. Out came an indescribable pink creature that Simon knew as Snubbull. The beastly little thing scurried to the middle of the battlefield. The challenger gave a slight push to Charm and she also made her way to the center of the stage. Like in his previous battle, all was silent as both battlers waited for the other to make his move.

"Snubbull, let's start this off with a Scary Face."

The pink creature's immediately became deformed in some kind of illusion, startling both Simon and Charm. The trainer shook off the chill first and gave his command.

"Charm, hit it with a Tackle!" The Charmander ran toward the frightening Snubbull at noticeably slow speed, and Simon knew then that Scary Face was taking effect. At this rate, Charm would fall right into a trap.

"Wait Charm, stop the Tackle. Knock him out of the Scary Face with a Growl!"

Charm drew in a deep breath, and then let out a roar so powerful Simon believed his Pokemon had just turned into an Arcanine. As expected, the move made Snubbull lose its concentration and end the Scary Face.

"Nice one! Give him another Growl!"

"Yeah right, show him you Taunt attack!" As if it weren't in the middle of an intense fight, the Snubbull made a funny face at Charm and wagged its hands in the air. It seemed to have absolutely no effect, except when Simon realized that his Pokemon was not obeying his most recent command. Instead, the flame on the end of her tail was growing in anger. For the first time in a long time, Simon had no idea what to do.

"Getting cold feet?" Stewart said with a laugh. "Snubbull, finish him with a Tackle."

The pink beast ran toward the Charmander at speeds that its short legs normally shouldn't allow. It became apparent that this battle would not be easy as the battle against that young girl.

"Charm, do... something!" Simon cried frantically. However, the flame on the end of Charm's tail kept growing larger even though the taunting had ended. As Snubbull neared for the decisive blow, Charm opened her mouth wide and to everyone's surprise, unleashed a barrage of embers. The flames impacted on Snubbull at a fairly close range, resulting in a large explosion that didn't clear for another minute. When the smoke did dissipate, only Charm was standing while the Snubbull lay unconscious on the floor.

Simon couldn't help but grin at his Pokemon as Stewart recalled Snubbull and released his second and final Pokemon. Their next opponent was a hyperactive, purple rat.

"Rattata, use Tackle!"

"Heh, time to try our other new move. Use Rush!" The color on Stewart's face drained away as he heard the command. Charm ran in a similar fashion as his Pokemon, except the lizard was going twice as fast. The two clashed in the middle of the battlefield, but it was Rattata that was flown back toward its trainer.

"Hah, one more time Charm!"

"I refuse to lose to the likes of you! Rattata, use Quick Attack!"

At first it seemed like a similar scene with the two Pokemon running toward each other, but then suddenly Rattata sped up to unimaginable speeds. Faster than her eyes could track, Charm was lost in the blur of a speeding Pokemon. Then, seemingly out of nowhere the Charmander was struck from the behind.

"Keep it up Rattata!"

"Charm, use Ember again, but this time burn the floor!" Simon ordered. Finally, he had devised a plan.

Listening to her trainer, Charm charred the floors with her Ember attack. The floor around her immediate area became extremely hot, driving Rattata far enough away for a clear shot. Knowing what her trainer was about to say next, the Charmander directed her Ember toward the slowed down rat, exploding on it in a similar way as with Snubbull. The attack even bore the same results as Rattata was also left down for the count.

Stewart refused to look Simon in the eyes as he recalled his Pokemon. Then suddenly, he felt something hard jam into his stomach, sending him flying across the room and into his specialized chair. The man hit his head hard on the ground, rendering him severely injured and unconscious.

"Sorry about that, but I was ordered to take you down," Simon said emotionlessly, walking up to Charm who had just used Rush on the gym leader. From where the man was standing, Simon found two items on the floor: a TM and a small certificate for an egg. The boy remembered seeing an Egg house near the GPHC on his way here and immediately pocketed the items.

"Well, I wasn't told to kill you, just 'take you down'. So I'll just these items and be on my way," he said, retrieving his own pokeball and recalling Charm. As far as he was concerned, the mission was a success.

After making quick stop at the GPHC again, Simon stopped at the Egg house and used the certificate to get an egg for himself. Now all that was left to do was sit and wait.

 

[CTFx]

Gummy: Nice Battle! Yall are really showing the CMs good, very impressive!
Charm grew to Level 9!
Simon obtained TM12!
Simon traded in the Egg Certificate for an Egg!

 

[drunk ¬_¬]

Chapter 2: Released, Part 2

(Ooc: I really thought it would be WAAAY shorter :P)

(Chirp chirp chirp) The Pidgey could be heard in the early morning beginning their day.

Rocke could hear it all loud and clear. As the Sun's first morning rays seeped in through the window of the Government Pokémon Healing Center. As he turned around to see where he was, and accustom his eyes to the morning light, he noticed a walkie-talkie and a wallet on top of a nightstand. "Oh yeah" Rocke told
himself under his breath. "The Center"

He yawned, stretched out and got up, he then noticed all of his clothes on top of a chair (as he had washed them the night before), and got up to get changed. After getting changed, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and the wallet and headed downstairs.

"Good morning!" he exclaimed at the sight of the nurse after going downstairs.

"Good morning" the nurse replied. There was no one but a small kid in the GPHC, and Rocke didn't really pay much attention to him. Instead, he walked straight to the counter, and asked for his Pokémon back. Then after glancing at the clock, he noticed it was barely 9:00 in the morning.

<That's strange> he thought to himself seeing how early it was. <There is something weird about today> he continued, noticing his sudden cheerful mood. As he got the pokeball, and walked outside it finally hit him: "Finally. My journey is finally about to begin".

He knew it wouldn't be a typical journey, but something more… special. He had been abducted after all, and didn't know what the people manipulating him wanted, but he didn't care much for it. HIS goal was to take down the corrupt government that had taken advantage of him, and he would find the strength necessary for this goal to be accomplished… <…by any means necessary>.

Then looking south towards the coast, he noticed a building with a blue roof, and knew instantly what it was: "A PokéMart!> … "Well, I guess it's better to prevent than to lament" he said as he made his way to the building.

After walking in and giving a quick glance around, he went up to the clerk, and said: "Good morning… I would like to purchase two potions, two pokeballs, and a CM02", (which had caught his attention a few minutes back), while taking out all of the money in his wallet, and handing it to the man.

"Very well" answered the man a little hesitant to take the money, but resigned to do so. To Rocke, money wasn't so important, he had lived most of his life without it, and at the time, becoming strong was a priority.

"Thank you very much" replied Rocke with a smile that left the clerk a bit… confused. The as he walked outside, he smirked, positioned the bag with the items over his shoulder, and headed over to the Gym.

As a construction worker passed by him with a couple of frail-looking Machops, Rocke asked: "Excuse me, would you happen to know what time it is?"

"9:17" replied the man half-heartedly, and continued on to wherever he was heading.

"Night shift" guessed Rocke, but quickly turned around towards the Gym's doors, and let his Bulbasaur out, who yelled out: "Buuul…" but inhaled some dust and gave off a small cough.

"Are you ready… Cafú" the Bulbasaur seemed excited at the name, and without a word gave off a glare and a smirk to the inside of the Gym. "Perfect" Rocke concluded as he opened up the doors to the Gym, and screamed out "I'm here to challenge whoever runs this shithole!"

He then saw two figures turn around to look at him. They were clearly angry at the comment, and the taller one came up to declare… "My name is Stewart, and I'm the Gym Leader of Pallet Town!". In the meantime, the other figure quietly moved towards the refereeing box, and stood there waiting for the signal.

Stewart yelled out… "LET'S BEGIN! GO SNUBULL!"

Rocke instead just gave Cafú a signal with his left hand to step up, and ordered in a quiet voice: "Now, quickly use your Tackle attack"

"Snubull use Tail Whip!" As Snubull wagged its short tail to make Cafú drop his guard, the Bulbasaur came up with a strong hit with his side that made the Snubull lose its balance, and fall face-first to the arena floor.

"Quickly, follow it up with another Tackle!" yelled out Rocke, but instead of that, the Bulbasaur kept his footing, and shot three seeds at the Snubull, which were incrusted into its skin. "Nice, Leech Seed!" yelled out a surprised Rocke.

"Snubull, now use a Tackle!" Stewart screamed out to his Snubull,

"Dodge it Cafú!" answered Rocke, but not on time, as the bulldog-like Pokémon showed an unexpected speed, and clashed against his Bulbasaur successfully connecting the hit. After this happened though, the Snubull who still looked pretty vivid, knelt to the floor feeling the pressure of the roots that had sprouted from the seeds and started glowing a bright gold yellow, transferring some of its energy over to Cafú.

"Come on Snubull!" yelled out a desperate Stewart. "Let's try with another Tackle!"

"Counter with a Tackle of your own" instructed a much calmer Rocke to his Bulbasaur. The three persons present could feel the tension, as both Pokémon charged towards each other, (yes the ref's still there), and ...

POW!

Then, (much to the dismay of Stewart, and encouragement of Rocke and Cafú), the Snubull could be seen flying off of the ground, flipping in the air, and the falling unconscious. Cafú had proven to be much stronger than it, and the small thing couldn't take the mutual hit and lost its footing.

Recalling his Pokémon, Stewart commented to Rocke "I'll admit you're better than you look, BUT YOU WON'T BEAT ME!", as he called out his pride and joy… Rattata.

"Okay Rattata, now use Taunt!", at hearing the command, the Rattata started to hiss at Cafú, and turned around wagging its tail around in circles.

"Don't let it get to you Cafú! Use your Leech Seed!" but Cafú wouldn't listened and dashed in connecting a powerful hit while the Rattata was still looking away. "Or do that…" said Rocke under his breath at seeing that his Pokémon had connected a powerful hit, "This time go in with a Leech Seed though!"

<He still hasn't caught on> thought Stewart glancing at Rocke, "Rattata, dodge him and use Quick Attack!"

<Dodge HIM?!> thought Rocke surprised at the command, but he then saw that his Bulbasaur had actually gone in with another Tackle, which the Rattata skilfully evaded, and got hit by its Quick Attack.

"Damn Cafú!" screamed out Rocke "I need you to listen to me!" at hearing the command, the Bulbasaur calmed down and retreated to his trainer's side. "Alright" he continued relieved. "This time I need you to use that Leech Seed again, got that?", "Bulba" he heard the reply.

"Rattata use Tail Whip!", as the Rattata used its Tail Whip though, three seeds shot through the air, and were incrusted in the rodent's body, sprouting roots that started to crawl, and wrap themselves around it.

"Good shot!" Rocke screamed out feeling closer and closer to victory.

<He doesn't even begin to understand the true tactics of Pokémon Battling> thought Stewart scheming his victory. <Even though his Bulbasaur still looks pretty healthy, it dropped his defence by a lot. Judging from experience, we should be a Quick Attack away from victory… too bad kid> "Go Rattata, Quick Attack!"

<Crap!> thought Rocke as he froze for being unprepared for the attack, and saw his Bulbasaur with a very lazy guard. "Cafú, DODGE!". But Cafú wouldn't have been fast enough, as he saw the Rattata making its way towards him. <Am I going to lose after all?> thought Rocke still petrified by the sudden command.

But as the Rattata was at a full-blown sprint, the roots on it back caught up to its neck, and started to glow the same gold yellow again. <Not now> thought Stewart. All of a sudden he saw his Rattata lose speed from the chokehold, and lose its footing falling on the arena floor, and sliding all the way to where Cafú stood motionless.

"I think your rat's dead" remarked a now grinning Rocke as a drop of cold sweat fell down the right side of his face.
Seeing the battle unfold, the man who had stepped into the refereeing box quickly sent out his own Pokémon, a Sandshrew.

"Sandshrew use Sand-Attack!" he yelled out.

"WHAT!? Cafú, quicly, get out of the way and use your Leech Seed!" The Bulbasaur then swiftly changed his point of balance to his right, getting out of the way of the Sandshrew's attack, and shot his three seeds.

"STOP!" yelled out Stewart at the second man's reaction. "He won fair and square... let it go." Then looking at Rocke he said:

"Very well, I guess I have no choice but to reward you with these" as he pulled out a piece of paper, and a disc similar to the CM02 that Rocke had bought a while earlier, he continued: "These are an Egg Certificate (pointing at the piece of paper), and the TM12. The TM12 contains the move Taunt, which makes the opponent's Pokémon only be able to use offensive moves for a while. That is the reason why your Bulbasaur refused to obey you during his match against my Rattata. I have nothing else to say to you, please leave my Gym." He finished in a *****y note, a bit frustrated about his loss against Rocke.

Rocke hadn't planned on staying either, and he left without a word, but a huge smirk on his face.

Once outside, he set out to find a tree with a shadow, and skipped the trip to the GPHC, seeing how Cafú still looked very strong and healthy (due to Leech Seed). When he sat down by one (the tree), he took out his walkie-talkie radio and pressed the direct connect button once stating: "Phase One Complete. What should I do now". He then waited for about five seconds before hearing Damien's voice come through.

"Very well done then, now head to the Egg Man's House and show him the Egg Cetificate to attain an egg, when you have, report back. Over and out."

"So... the Egg Man's House" he said directing his voice at Cafú, but at the same time...

"Heh, heh, heh" came the voice of an old man from behind him, it continued: "So you're looking for the Egg Man, huh? But why would you need to see him, may I ask?"

<Too cheerful> thought Rocke a bit pissed for the sudden appearance.<Isn't he supposed to be dying?> Then he replied: "I just beat the Gym leader Stewart, and I heard that if I obtained the Egg Certificate, I should come talk to the Egg Man"

"Yes that is true, as a matter of fact... I am the Egg Man!" (Ooc: Big shocker!) said the man quite proud of his own 'plot twist'... he then continued: "Please follow me to my house so I can give you an egg".

Upon reaching the Egg Man's House, the old man turned to face Rocke and asked: "May I see the Egg Certificate?"

"Sure" replied Rocke taking out the piece of paper from the grocery bag.

Upon seeing it, the Egg Man replied: "It is truly remarkable that you have obtained this, but I wouldn't forgive myself for giving an egg who lacks a backpack, therefore I will allow you to have my old one!" he said as he gave him a backpack with an egg on a special pouch. Rocke then proceeded to put the CM02, and TM12 in a special, built-in TM Case, and the potions and pokeballs on their respective bags. "Thank you very much he said to the old man, and left the house.

"Mission 1 complete" he talked into the walkie-talkie...

 

[Papa_Squat]

Chapter 2: Post #2

(OOC: I'm not gonna be able to finish chapter two in only two posts unfortunately. I hope that's all right. Anyway, this ones shorter than the last two posts.
Oh, and credit goes to Wikipedia for the magazine article's contents)

As Timmy pushed his way past the swinging glass door at the back of the pokemart he stepped into another brightly lit, but slightly larger room. Looking around at the instruments on the wall and the scrupulously clean floor and countertops, it was clear that he had entered a hospital of some sort. The plump woman from the pokemon shop made her way across the polished floor towards the front counter and Timmy followed, his shoes squeaking with every step.

Behind the counter stood a pleasant-looking young woman. She had a kind face and was thin, but filled out her nurse's uniform well (although Timmy was not yet at an age to judge that sort of thing). Her hair was vividly red and pulled into a bun with several loose, bouncy curls that hung down her back. The whole ensemble was topped with a white, starched cap with a bright red cross on the front "Hey there Dee, what are you doing over here at this time of night? Oh..." she said upon seeing the pokemon in her arms.

"We have a squirtle that needs attention Joy." The shopkeeper said. She lifted Squirt up onto the countertop. Finding itself the center of attention, Squirt began spinning himself around on his shell again, happily crying "SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!" as loud as he was able. Chuckling, the storekeeper continued. "It belongs to this young man here," she said, pulling Timmy forward.

"Hi there" the nurse said, beaming at him. "This does seem to be the night for people to be wandering around on their own. Why, I just had a young man leave here a moment ago with an injured charmander. Handsome little thing too…"

"The man?" the storekeeper asked.

"Oh, no, of course not" nurse Joy replied, blushing scarlet, "the charmander." She picked up Squirt, turned around unnecessarily quickly hurried off to the back room to tend to Squirt's injuries. The storekeeper turned to Timmy with a soft smile on her face. It was that same consoling look that his mother always used to give him when he told her about the kids who picked on him at school. The thought of his mother brought him to the verge of tears again and he hastily averted his eyes.

"Oh, my dear boy," the woman cooed, "your pokemon will be right as rain in no time. There's no need to cry." She thought he was crying over Squirt's injuries. Well, he would let her think that. It was easier, and safer, than trying to explain the truth. " Have a seat over here" she said as she led him over to several squashy chairs. They each took a seat and Timmy took the time to look around while the shopkeeper busied herself with a few fashion magazines that lay in a nearby rack. He listened to the soothing hum of machines as his eyes traveled over the usual hospital décor. Cheap prints of famous paintings hung, framed, from the walls and potted plants stood at every corner. One glance was enough to tell him that they were fake.

As he continued to idly scan the room, he glanced at the rack of magazines and an interesting one caught his eye: "Trainer Zone" it said in big red print on the front. "The pokemon trainer's official magazine." He picked it up and flipped through its pages. Article headings flashed past his vision. He passed up things like "Viridian Weekly Tournament Results" and "Pick a Pokemon: Which One is Right for You?" He had almost reached the end when he stopped on an interesting-looking article. He was initially attracted to it by a large, full-page picture of a squirtle blasting a stream of water forth from its mouth. The page opposite it was titled "Monthly Pokemon Highlight: Squirtle"

"This could be interesting," he thought as he began to read.

Squirtle

The pokedex defines this pokemon as a bipedal turtle pokemon, with its most notable feature being the hard shell on its back. This shell forms and hardens on its back after birth. It could perhaps be distantly related to some other turtle-like Pokémon, such as Torkoal and Turtwig, but Squirtle seems to only be closely related to its evolutions, wartortle and blastoise.

Squirtle's shell is an extremely helpful defensive tool. It can withdraw into the shell to block physical attacks. Its smooth, hard shell and head also aid it in other ways, such as minimizing its resistance in water to increase its swimming
speed, and allowing it to launch attacks like Rapid Spin and Skull Bash.

Squirtle can spray water from its mouth. At first, it may only be able to spray foam and bubbles, but with time it can learn to spray water jets like Water Gun and Hydro Pump. If it withdraws, it can still spray water out the holes in its shell.

Squirtle are scarce in the wild. They are very loyal to their groups, but they get along better with other Pokémon than with humans, and can sometimes have a bit of an attitude towards humans. It is far from uncommon for them to start or join larger groups

We hope that this was helpful for any trainers out there with an eye on this blue water-spraying pokemon. Keep a lookout next month for our next pokemon highlight!
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Timmy clutched the magazine like a drowning man to a life ring. He couldn't believe it. This was exactly what he needed. The article explained so much about Squirt. He now understood what his squirtle had done when the rattata threatened to claw it to death. He didn't know that Squirt could pull inside his shell like that. Maybe if he could learn to utilize this trick, he would have a chance against this gym leader after all.

"Excuse me young man," came the tinkling voice of nurse Joy from behind the counter, "your squirtle is all patched up now." As Timmy headed over, Squirt had to show off for the nurse one last time. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath and exhaled several large, luminescent bubbles, glistening with the light. "Ooh, how pretty" nurse Joy exclaimed as she patted the little show-off on the head.

"At first, it may only be able to spray foam and bubbles" Timmy thought. "We'll work on that move later." As he returned squirtle to his ball, he summoned up the courage to ask the nurse one last question. "Do.. er… do you know of a place where I can spend the night?" He asked tentatively. He needed to fight the gym leader soon, but he seriously doubted that Stewart would be awake at this time of night.

"Of course!" Nurse Joy responded brightly. "We have several hospital beds upstairs available. We usually reserve them for patients, but I think we can make an exception in your case" she said with a friendly wink. She started to lead him to the stairs, but she stopped halfway and turned back around with a thoughtful look on her face. "But won't your parents be coming for you soon?" she asked. "They do know where you are, don't they?" she continued, her voice becoming more stern. Timmy had no ready answer for the question.

"Oh… um… yeah, I guess they will. I'll just go wait for them outside."

"Why not wait in here? It's cold outsi—" Before she could finish protesting, Timmy had exited the door. As soon as his feet hit the gravel, he was off and running. He didn't stop to look back, but his only thought was to escape. If anyone found out what he was up to… he didn't want to think what would happen to the both of them.

After running until his legs would go no further, he found a leafy bush, big enough to conceal him, and toppled into it. After the trauma and exhaustive events of the day he didn't even have time to register that he still had the pokemon magazine clenched in his fist. Neither did he notice how cold, damp and scratchy it was in the bush before he fell straight to sleep.

 

[CTFx]

drunk: Very nice way to show Taunt's Effect, but for next gym battles, make it more blood-thirsty. Read Gummy's last post, it should show you the animal instinct that needs to be in Gym Battles. (And all the things you bought added up to 1100, which is over your money limit, so I will cut back a Potion, unless you change your mind.)
Cafu grew to level 8!
Rocke obtained TM12!
Rocke swapped the Egg Certificate for an Egg!
Rocke obtained 2 Pokeballs!
Rocke obtained 1 Potion!
papa: Nice way to add in Gummy's guy, I'm glad to see that you have been reading other peoples posts XD

Chapter 3: To Viridian!
2-3 Posts
Plot: All Members of the "Omega Team" receive a message on their radio. It tells them to meet a guy in a red cloak at midnight behind the PokeMart. So you go there, where the rest of the team is there with you. The Man in the Red Cloak begins. "I am a Scout for the KoTR, I was sent here by the Warlord...but anyways,", he says in his high voice," I was sent to pick up your Eggs." You reluctantly hand over your eggs as he continues, "Also, I have been ordered to pass this around." He starts handing out a lot of PokeDexs for everyone. "This should tell you what Pokemon that you are battling, and help you find out more about them. Oh, and 1 more thing. Our guys our being held up in Pewter, Damn Brock, he is giving us a run for our money. Anyway, from now on you should team up, you are always a lot stronger in a group." And with that he leaves. You have to move up to Viridian City to get to Pewter, so start moving.
Your Role: Describe the meeting with the Man, and move up through Route 101, battling a trainer or two, and maybe even catch a Pokemon.

Setting: Route 101 (Pallet Town)
Wild Pokemon:

Starly

Levels 3-6
Type: Flying
Gender: Male 50%
Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Quick Attack (If Level 5)
Enhanced: 15%
Catch Rate: 255
Rarity: Common

Zigzagoon

Levels 4-6
Type: Normal
Gender: Male 50%
Attacks: Tackle, Growl, Tail Whip (5)
Enhanced: 20%
Catch Rate: 255
Rarity: Common

Ekans

Levels 4-8
Type: Poison
Gender: Male 50%
Attacks: Wrap, Leer, Poison Sting
Enhanced: 20%
Catch Rate: 255
Rarity: Uncommon

Tyrogue

Levels 4-9
Type: Fighting
Gender: Male 100%
Attacks: Tackle, Helping Hand, Foresight, Fake Out
Enhanced: 5%
Catch Rate: 75
Rarity: Rare

Treeko

Levels 5-9
Type: Grass
Gender: Male 88%
Attacks: Pound, Leer, Absorb (6)
Enhanced: 25%
Catch Rate: 25
Rarity: Super Rare (1 above Rare, 1 under Legendary)

Set Trainers: None
POI: None
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[Papa_Squat]

(OOC: Holycraphuge. Please excuse this post. It was written late at night and I sorta' ended up rambling on parts. I was just trying to focus on getting the basic info out of the way and I didn't beautify it much, but somehow it still ended up being friggin' huge. And yet I still have the egg man post to get through...)

Waking up the next morning was a painful experience. Timmy had cramps in a dozen places and several rocks and twigs were jabbing him in various bits of his anatomy. Blinking in the bright sunlight and picking leaves out of his hair, he raised himself from the underbrush and stumbled out of the bush onto the path in front of him. A woman glared at him suspiciously as she passed and herded her children to the far side of the street.

As he stood there, straightening himself up and brushing himself down, he tried to remember where he was and why he was here. As the realization of his position sunk in, his heart fell down and splashed into the pit of his stomach. He knew what needed to be done, but he had neither the courage nor the strength to accomplish it. What made the situation worse was that he didn't have the courage not to do it either. If he didn't finish his task soon, he would face the displeasure of the secret association that had kidnapped him in the first place. He shuddered to think of what punishments they had in mind.

There was nothing for it. He would just have to do his best to take down this gym leader. If he failed, it would be no worse than if he ran for it. He strolled down the street as he thought the situation through in his head. He needed two things to begin with. #1: a plan. #2: the know-how required to carry it out. First things first. He needed to find out the capabilities of his pokemon to gauge how powerful it was and try and figure out a game plan in his mind.

As he continued walking down the street absentmindedly, he found himself heading out of town and into a more unpopulated area. There were many trees and bushes here to conceal his activity, so Timmy judged that this would be an ideal place to practice. He left the trail and waded into the long grass until he was deep enough in to avoid detection. He found a clearing in the trees and pulled out Squirt's pokeball. Pressing the button, he released his blue friend. In contrast to his pokemon's usual buoyancy, when Squirt was released, he simply remained in the grass, curled up and fast asleep. "Late riser, huh?" Timmy muttered. Picking a blade of grass, he leaned over the snoring turtle and tickled his nose with the tip of the plant. Nose twitching, Squirt shook his head to rid it of the pest that plagued it. As timmy continued, Squirt's mouth opened and eyes clenched.

"Aah, aaah, CHOO!" Squirt sneezed. From his mouth shot several glistening bubbles, straight into his trainers face. Timmy had been fascinated by the beauty of the bubbles before, but he had not imagined that they possessed any seriously damaging qualities. Thus, it was in this state of mind that Timmy was knocked on his butt and rubbed his stinging nose, dazed.

"What's in those bubbles?" he said out loud. There had to be some sort of gas within that caused the combustion. At the sound of his voice, Squirt awoke and stretched his stubby blue limbs.

"S-s-squirt!" he mumbled, fighting a massive yawn.

"Wake up sleepy head!" Timmy said. "It's time for your first training session to begin." He smiled as he said this. He felt like a real trainer now. Looking at the pokemon magazine that he had inadvertently stolen from the pokecenter, he reviewed it's contents. Using it for reference he shouted, "Ok Squirt, use you bubble attack!" Squirt gave him a blearly glance and only gave a halfhearted hiccup in response, issuing only one very small bubble. "Ugh, this is going to take some work."

Timmy spent the bulk of the daylight hours hidden in this glen, working on various techniques. It was clear that Squirt knew these movements and attacks well enough to perform them, but the trick was to get him to perform them on command. At first Squirt seemed to ignore his every word and simply sat there, toying with his toes, but as Timmy gained in assertiveness and confidence, his pokemon began to listen. It took many hours to get to a point at which they were working as a team, but slowly it began to happen. As they progressed, Timmy attempted several techniques including tackling, bubble beam, and a strange hypnotic dance which involved much tail waving and circular movement. Timmy didn't know what exactly it was, but it seemed to put him into a dazed trance that took him several seconds to shake himself out of. That would be a useful technique to bear in mind for the future. He also practiced having squirtle use it's shell to its full advantage. He discovered that it was useful for parrying certain blows and packing a bigger punch to most attacks.

By late afternoon, Timmy and Squirt were both tired and sweaty, but Timmy felt pleased. He still was a beginner to this whole pokemon thing, but they had definitely made progress today. He debated in his head when the best time to take on the gym leader would be. Last night he had reasoned that the best time would be in daylight because the trainer would be up and about at that time and ready to battle. The more he thought about it however, the more he realized that that was exactly what he didn't want. He wanted to take advantage of everything he could, and he would have to do so to be able to beat this trainer. All this time, Timmy had been thinking of the situation as if it was all one big tournament, where referees called time-outs for foul play. This, he realized, was nothing like that. There would be no referees, no nice, neat gym floor to battle in, and no mercy. Surely if Stewart beat him, it wouldn't just be a case of "oh dear, you lost. Come try again next weekend!" This was real.

He decided that he had better make his move at nightfall. If he attacked Stewart while he slept, he would be unprepared and, hopefully, an easier target. Of course, sneaking into the gym leaders private quarters at night would be a difficult task, but what about this mission wasn't difficult? Timmy leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes. He surely had time for a quick doze before nightfall.

Waking with a start, Timmy awoke in pure blackness. Wondering what had woken him, Timmy felt a soft damp tongue licking his hand. Pulling away sharply, he heard a familiar "Squirt!" Sighing with relief, Timmy felt around in the darkness and patted his little friend on the head.

"Thanks for waking me buddy, I might have slept clear through the night." He Picked himself up off the ground and called Squirtle back to his pokeball. He carefully felt his way back out of the underbrush, and as he reached the trail he looked around, trying to find his way in the dark. Seeing lights on in the distance, he jogged towards them, which led him back towards the center of town.

Passing buildings and road signs, softly illuminated by street lamps, Timmy slowed down to see if he could spot the location of this Stewart person's residence. Reaching the pokecenter he had stopped at last night, he circled around it, giving it a wide berth lest someone within would recognize him. Upon reaching the other side of the pokecenter, he practically ran smack into the front gates of the pokemon Gym. Clearly this entire town was built with this building as its center point. All the streets and buildings seemed to lead to it. Timmy wondered how he had missed it before.

Heart pounding, Timmy reached to open the gate and found that it was locked. He quickly glanced left and right to make sure no one was watching, and hoisted himself up and over the wrought-iron fence. Being careful to avoid the pointy tops of the posts, he dropped down the other side into the cool grass. Keeping low to the ground, he scrambled across the dark, grassy lawn, avoiding patches of light from the street lamps. Reaching the gym, he tentatively tugged on the front doors. They were locked of course. And, Timmy realized, the gym leader would not likely live in the gym itself. He kept his body as close as possible to the brick walls of the gym as he circled around the back way. Maybe there was some sort of gym leaders quarters back here somewhere…

As he reached the back wall of the gym, he noticed that a room in the back still had its lights on. Strange. There was also a small door here. As Timmy approached it, his heart skipped a beat. The door hung open a fraction of an inch, revealing the dark interior of the building. "This is it" Timmy told himself. "It's now or never." Without giving his brain a chance to protest, Timmy pushed the door open and entered silently.

The room into which Timmy had entered was dark, and small, but it adjoined with a larger, more brightly lit, room by means of a door to the right. Stepping up to this open door, he hid behind the doorframe and listened. Voices emanated from the room. Two men were conversing with one another. The clink of glasses and the sound of loud slurping and belching suggested that drinks were changing hands.

"I tell ya, I'm just about sick of this so-called democracy –hic-. They just don' appreciate me. I work all day –hic- workin' my butt off, keepin' these country bums from makin' trouble, but do you think they –hic- care? No they don't. Pass the drink over 'ere."

"Yeah boss, I tell ya, we's been getting' paid less and less lately. We deserves a kickback, ya know what I'm sayin'?"

" 'Course I do. I've been –hic- sayin' it fer years. I've been mistreated for too long, that's what I say. This is good, strong stuff Artie. Where'd you get it?"

"Thankee Boss. Was a gift from me old auntie. She always did know a good brew when she saw it. You know, we aughta' tell that president of ours what we want. We need to demand our share."

"That's a mighty fine idea Art. I tell ya, I'm gonna get what's comin' to me one way or another."

"How ironic" Timmy thought over the frantic beating of his heart. As his fear mounted higher and higher, he knew he would not have the courage to do what he came for if he delayed any longer. Stepping out from behind the wall, he pressed the button on his pokeball and released his squirtle onto the floor in front of him.

"Stewart!" He called out in the strongest voice he could muster, which still was not loud enough to carry over the two men's conversation. "STEWART!" He called again at the top of his lungs, blood pounding in his ears. At this, the two men turned to face him. One man appeared to be dressed all in blue, from the mask on his head, to his shiny blue shoes. The other man was a burly-looking fellow with a dull-looking face and short-cropped hair. The blue man squinted at him, still clutching an empty shot glass in his hand.

"Who in Jirachi's name are you?" he said, still trying to comprehend Timmy's sudden appearance.

"M-my name isn't important" Timmy stammered. "I'm h-here t-t-to challenge you!"

"How the devil did you get in here?" blue said again. "Sorry kid, but gym hours are over. Go on back to your mamma."

"I'm not here for a tournament." Timmy said. "I'm here to destroy you Stewart." Timmy said. At this, the man in blue seemed startled, but then he and his companion burst out laughing. Timmy blushed slightly at his own outburst, but he let the men laugh. This would give him a better chance."

" Destroy me? Haha, listen to this –hic- kid Artie! He says he's here to destroy me! Haha, look at 'im standin' there with his cute little poke—"

He was interrupted by a blast of bubbles from Squirt's mouth. These floating orbs launched towards Stewart at high speed and blasted him from his chair, leaving him sprawled on the floor. Stumbling with shock and drunkenness, he raised himself up with an ugly look on his face. His companion flexed his arms. "Want me to deal with 'im boss?" he asked.

"No" Stewart said, steadying himself against the table. "This one is mine." With that he fumbled at his belt and unhooked a small pokeball. With a press of the button, an ugly-looking pink dog appeared on the floor in front of him. "Take that turtle down Snubbull!" he shouted, "Tackle him!" The pink dog creature lowered its head and ran full-out towards Squirt, it's head preparing to bash into him. Timmy's mind raced as he went over his practice sessions. He waited for the opportune moment to give his command.

"Squirtle, dodge! Now use your bubbles!" Squirt nimbly sidestepped the crude tackle attack and shot a stream of bubbles at the snubbull from behind. The bubbles hit the pokemon in the rear end, sending it tumbling onto the floor, bruises covering it's hindquarters. Stewart's already red face reddened even further with anger.

"Stupid useless animal!! Snubull, get up and tackle him again!" Stewart's clouded brain was obviously affecting his judgment. With a bark and a growl, the snubbull came charging in again, aiming for Squirt.

"Squirt, dodge again!" Timmy cried out. When snubbull neared, squirtle hopped to the side, but this time snubbull was ready. The snubbull lost a lot of momentum, but it was able to change direction just enough to knock Squirt to the ground and leave him with a few scrapes.

"Excellent!" Stewart shouted. Attack again! The snubbull turned and honed in for a third tackle. This time Timmy tried a different tactic.

"Squirtle, use bubble beam, now!" Squirt, raising itself from the ground, took in a big breath and sprayed forth a massive jet of bubbles. Stewart, too drunk to think straight, didn't react quickly enough and the snubbull was hit dead-on with the bubble blast. Knocked clear off of its feet, Stewart's pokemon fell to the floor, bleeding from several abrasions. It got back up, but it was cross-eyed and extremely unsteady, much like its master.

" NO!' Stewart screamed. "Rattata, go!"

"Two pokemon at once?" Timmy thought. "This is going to be difficult.

"Ratatta, quick attack! Snubbull, tackle!" Stewart ordered. Both pokemon rushed squirtle at once. The snubbull was slow and easily predictable, but the fresh rattata was not. While Squirt attempted to keep both opponents in view at once, rattata found a gap in his defenses and leapt in with a slashing strike. Bad memories of that first battle in the warehouse came back to Timmy as he watched his squirtle get gashed again by a vicious rattata. Not only did the rattata hit, but with an opening created by rattata, Stewart's staggering snubbull was able to get in with a weak, but still painful, tackle. Squirtle fell to the floor, falling victim to a second slash from rattata. Snubbull tackled him again as well, sending Squirt skittering on his shell across the room towards Timmy.

"No, hang on Squirt." Timmy whispered fervently. As his squirtle's eyes began to close in exhaustion, Timmy had a revelation. Reaching inside his jacket, he pulled out one of the potions he had bought from the pokemart. Tipping it's contents into squirt's slightly open mouth, he waited to see the results. As Squirt swallowed the mixture, his eyes opened once again. Life coursed back into his limbs and the turtle was revitalized. Timmy was still confused however. Even though squirtle appeared to have been revived by the potion, he still did not raise himself from the ground.

"Haha, kid. Your pokemon is nothing compared to my force. Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to finish the poor little thing off." He grinned. "Snubbull, snap the turtle's neck." Timmy watched In horror as the ugly pink dog moved in for the killing blow. As the dog raised itself above Squirt, ready to come down with it's tearing teeth and claws, Squirt gave Timmy the smallest of winks as he kicked out with his bottom legs. The blow hit Snubbull right in the fork of his legs. Even a healthy pokemon would have been floored with a cheap shot like that, but in it's weakened condition, the Snubbull was utterly incapacitated. It lay on the floor, whimpering softly and it seemed unlikely that the creature would ever rise.

As Squirt raised himself from the floor, Stewart's eyes bulged at the sight of his snubbull. Timmy used this time to go after the rattata. "Squirt, tackle his rattata!" Squirt sprinted towards the rat pokemon and smashed into it with all his force, using his shell to absorb most of the impact. The rattata flew aross the floor, but staggered to its feet once again.

"Ratatta, tackle him!" Stewart cried with increasing anger and desperation in his voice. "Dodge any retaliation!" As the rat ran towards squirt, Timmy was ready.

"Squirt, hold your ground!" he said. As rattata ran closer and closer, Timmy readied himself. "Now, Squirt! Bubble beam!" as rattata leapt through the air, teeth bared, Squirt's mouth filled with air. As the rat came down, squirtle let loose with a rush of powerful bubble wreckage. The blast hit rattata full in the face, right in mid-jump. The force of the impact blasted rattata into a full backflip, it's neck snapping like a twig with a dull 'crack'. Stewart looked on with dismay at his pokemon.

"You… you've killed my pokemon boy. I"LL KILL YOU!!" As Stewart stumbled towards Timmy in a drunken rage, his assistant joined in the fray. Squirtle inhaled deeply again and blasted the both of them with an enormous cloud of bubbles, which knocked the both of them onto the floor where they did not rise. Tentatively, Timmy took a step forward. He could see that the men's chest's were still rising, but they were clearly unconscious. Timmy wanted nothing more than to leave this place immediately, but he needed proof for the Rebellion Army that he had accomplished his task. Curiously, he picked up a slip of paper that had fallen from Stewart's hand, along with a cd-like object. Timmy pocketed them as proof

"They'll live," Timmy muttered, "But I can't say the same for their pokemon. He looked over at the still forms of the snubbull and rattata and he was instantly filled with guilt and remorse. These pokemon had done nothing wrong, they were only obeying their master. They had died and he, Timmy, had done it. Mind clouding over with grief and fear, he turned and rushed out the door from where he had come, pausing only to return Squirtle to his ball.

 

[pumpkinziggy]

May headed towards the Mart. She would buy a few PokéBalls, and then meet with... whoever she was supposed to see. He didn't sound very nice, but not exceptionally evil either.

Soon, she was inside the blue-roofed building, browsing the merchandise. A red-and-white sphere caught her eye. Just what she was looking for. Satisfied, she plucked one off the shelf. She would have 50 credits left after she bought this, but it was worth another Pokémon.

After she had purchased it, she exited the Mart, gazing momentarily at its glass, sliding door before circling around behind it. She was the first one to see the mysterious, red-cloaked man, but soon, everyone else had gathered. It appeared as if the man were about to speak.

At that moment he did. May listened carefully to what he was saying.

"I am a scout for the KoTR, sent by the warlord. But, anyways..." He pauses for a moment, which causes May to be slightly curious. Warlord? What did he mean by that?

Soon, the scout continues. "I need to see your eggs."

May takes it out of her pack, staring at it one more time before reluctantly handing it to the man. It was very disappointing, but what would happen if she didn't do what he said?

"I have been ordered to pass these around." He handed everyone a red thing that looked like a hand-held console. "A Pokédex," he explains. "It should tell you more about the Pokémon you battle."

Once again, he pauses. "Oh, one more thing. Our guys are being held up in Pewter.

"You should team up to get there. You're always stronger in groups."

He nods to the crowd, then slowly leaves.

May was left dumbfounded. She honestly barely understood what he said. But she had gotten all the important parts, and that was good. "I'll team up with someone," she volunteered. She didn't really like the feeling of going alone, after the encounter with that guy. But really, what was going on in Pewter anyway?

May sighed, and looked towards the Route ahead. All of a sudden, she was wondering what time it was, and she was hungry. But she knew of nowhere to eat or find the time, so she just pushed the thought out of her mind, and sent out Lilly.

"You ready?" May asked.

Lilly nodded furiously. She meowed, as if to say, "I'm able to take on any Pokémon on that route there."

Not understanding, May just nodded absentmindedly. She had a weird feeling about what would happen next, but she ignored it.

Maybe she could do something while she was waiting, but she really was bored now. She sat down and stared absentmindedly into the distance. She began fooling a bit with her black gloves, then retied her bandanna so that it was a bit more loose. This would give her more room to take deep breaths, oddly. It had been a bit tight before.

OOC: Terribly sorry for the short post. I always seem to be the first to post in chapters, and since no one's done anything yet, I don't have much to say either :(

 

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papa: Very nice post, I like the entire battle scene, and the training, and everything else. You are just too good...
Squirt grew to Level 9!
Timmy obtained an Egg Certificate!
Timmy obtained TM12!
pumpkin: Dont worry, I understand, there are like two people that arnt taking an active roll...

 

[drunk ¬_¬]

Chapter 3: To Viridian!, Part 1

(Ooc: My bad, for some reason I thought that pokeballs were 100C too)

"Mission 1 complete" he talked into the walkie-talkie...

Almost immediately, J's voice came out of the walkie-talkie. "Very well done, in 12 hours (it was noon already), go to the back of the GPHC, there you will meet a man in red, and a number of other trainers who were also sent to Pallet along with you. He will give you further instructions."

"Tch." The thought of J still pissed Rocke off seeing how his body always felt like it hurt due to his fault, then clicking the button he replied: "Further instructions… behind the GPHC… midnight I got it"

"Good" he heard J say one more time before his voice disappeared. He knew he wouldn't say anything more… there was no need to.

"Alright, so what should we do until then" Rocke told Cafú who was still outside his pokeball. Then sending his hand to his stomach, he felt it in pain and grumbling. "Maybe… eat something" he said looking at Cafú who didn't even show any signs of being remotely hungry.

"Sigh. Photosynthesis all of a sudden seems so cool" he said looking up at the sky, and with his stomach still grumbling. After all, he hadn't eaten since being taken by J to the arena to obtain his Pokémon Cafú.

As he made his way to the middle of the town, which coincidentally happened to be Stewart's Gym, he started to look around for a place to eat… but nothing. He had no money left and without money, there aren't many places you can find food

<Maybe if I try at the harbour I may be able to find something> he thought half-heartedly. At this, he started to run full speed towards the ocean with Cafú following closely behind.

After going around the whole city though… nothing. Rocke was back between the GPHC and the Gym; four hours had passed, and the pain was even stronger than before.

<Goddamn this!> he thought as he walked inside the GPHC tightly gripping his stomach with a look of pain in his eyes, and cursing under his breath, only to witness a small booth next to the counter with big, neon letters which read:

'GPHC Café... Free 4 Trainers'

"I seriously deserve a slap" he told Cafú who was still beside him, but he didn't really react to it, and seemed to be tired… "I guess we DID run a lot".

After having a bountiful meal, Rocke proceeded to get a room upstairs to wait until the meeting time. As he laid down though, he could not muster any sleep.

<At midnight> he thought to himself, <At midnight everything will be much clearer>

Hours passed, and it seemed as if Rocke hadn't been able to even blink due to his nervousness. Cafú on the other hand, passed out immediately after entering the room. "It's almost time" Rocke thought looking at the clock in the room. Then he got up, and looked out his window. He immediately noticed a young girl with dark brown hair come up to the meeting place. <What?!> He thought bewildered. <I know there were smaller kids than her at the first gathering, but there's no way, could she really be one of the others sent to Pallet?!>

Hoping that whoever kidnapped him would not do the same to such a young child, he immediately turned around recalled a still sleeping Cafú back to its pokeball, and jumped out the window into some bushes to break the fall. After taking all the twigs and leaves off of his clothes, he proceeded to walk towards her when a man in a red cloak appeared close to them. Not much time later, another group of kids and teens came and the cloaked man began:

"I am a scout for KoTR, I was sent here by the Warlord… but anyways, I was sent to pick up your Eggs."

Rocke gulped. This guy was the real thing right now "I wasn't so into the excited about the idea of making the egg hatch anyways" he told himself before handing the egg over to a kid who was closer to the man, and giving him a motion to pass it over.

"Also, I have been ordered to pass this around." He said as he started handing out a lot of PokeDexs for everyone. "This should tell you what Pokemon that you are battling, and help you find out more about them. Oh, and one more thing. Our guys our being held up in Pewter, Damn Brock, he is giving us a run for our money. Anyway, from now on you should team up, you are always a lot stronger in a group."

<So team up huh? I'm not too sure about it> he thought as he noticed the same girl from before raising her voice and saying: "I'll team up with someone"

<Just how strong can Brock be?> he thought as he stood where he was without moving, or uttering a single word.

 

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drunk: Hah, food places always seem invisible when you are looking for them.

 

[Papa_Squat]

Chapter 3: Post #1

Running down the deserted streets, Timmy stumbled his way down the dark paths. He couldn't see where he was going, but he didn't much care. In his haste, he was too late to stop himself as he turned his head just in time to glimpse the headlights of the car that slammed his consciousness away.
When Timmy awoke, his mind was blissfully blank. His mind was a blank slate and so, seemingly were his senses. He could feel nothing but softness and warmth all around him and is ears were filled with nothing but a quiet hum. Timmy kept his eyes shut for a long time, savoring the complete comfort in which he rested, wondering if, perhaps, this was heaven. He felt a soft touch on his forehead. His eyes opened and were filled with a bright, streaming light from directly overhead, framing an angelic face.

"Hello sleepyhead. You've had quite a rough time." The angel was speaking to him. He let the sound wash over him without really comprehending what was said. He shifted slightly and let out an involuntary yelp.

"Aah!" He cried as a sudden pain shot through his chest.

"Careful" the angel voice said again. "You don't want to injure those ribs any more. We just got the bones reset."

"B-bones?" he gasped, trying to ignore the pain. He was fully awake now and he took in his surroundings. A small and pristinely white room met his eyes. Other than the bed on which he lay, there was only a small bedside table, a potted plant in the corner and a red-haired nurse who was scribbling away on a clipboard. "Wh-where am I?"

"You're in the pokecenter of course" the nurse said absentmindedly as she continued scribbling. "We don't just treat pokemon here."

"…Where?" he said, confused. The nurse looked up from her clipboard, raising an eyebrow.

"The pokecenter." She said again, more slowly. "You know, the one your squirtle was treated at a few nights ago?"

"Squirtle?" He didn't remember owning a pokemon. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn't remember much of anything. He tried to remember what had happened to him, but there was nothing. Timmy started to panic. Where was he? Who was he? He couldn't even remember his own name. "I- I don't remember." He left it at that. He couldn't remember anything.

He had the nurse's full attention now. She was staring into his eyes with a curious expression on her face. "You can't remember… anything?"

"…no."

"This is more serious than I thought," she said, nervously fingering one of her delicately curled locks, her brows furrowing. "Memory loss is not uncommon in cases like this… but… oh, but I've never… this makes things complicated. No identification at all…" She sighed and seemed to take command of herself again. "Well, there's nothing for it I suppose. You'll just have to sit tight until we can locate your parents. In the meantime, rest up and I'll bring you some food shortly." She bustled out of the room, muttering about 'complicated circumstances'.
Timmy gasped as he sat up. Pain sliced through his chest like a knife every time he moved. He tried not to breath too deeply as he looked around. He was lying in a white bed, covered with a soft blanket. His room was spotlessly clean and, though someone had obviously made an effort to make the room look homey, it was still unnervingly clinical. He felt his chest, gingerly touching the tight bandages with which he was wrapped. He looked over at the table beside him and noticed the objects resting on it. A red-and-white ball and a cd-like object were all that resided there. He picked up the ball, relieved to find something he could recognize. This was a pokeball, he knew, but he couldn't remember how he knew it. According to the nurse, it contained a squirtle. He knew what that was as well, but he had no idea how he had come to be in possession of one. Was he perhaps a pokemon trainer? He had no way of knowing what he once was, but it didn't matter much now.

Timmy picked up the ball and pressed the button. With a flash of light, out on the bedsheets landed a blue turtle pokemon, brimming with happiness at having finally been released from his multiple-day confinement. The creature bounced up and down with glee, but stopped at the cries of pain raised by its master as his chest gave another spasm. "Squirt?" it said, cocking its head to the side.

The word rang a bell in Timmy's head, but he couldn't remember why. He knew that there was so much that he should remember, but he just couldn't, and it was frustrating him. He was in the middle of racking his brain for any clue to who he might be, when his thoughts were interrupted by the nurse's voice emanating from outside. She seemed to be arguing with someone. After a moment or two, footsteps echoed down the hall and the nurse reentered the room, followed by a tall man in a red cloak and dark glasses. Timmy quickly recalled squirtle to his pokeball.

"Someone to see you." The nurse said, glancing dubiously at the man as he entered.

"We would like some privacy, if you don't mind" said the tall stranger to the nurse. "I would like to talk to my… nephew, alone." With another disapproving glance, the nurse turned on her heel and shut the door behind her. The stranger waited until he heard her footsteps retreat down the hall before he spoke.

"Alright, what kinda' stunt are you tryin' to pull kid." He snapped, pointing an accusing finger at Timmy's face. "Think getting run over is a good escape route huh? You'd better thank whatever god you worship that our men got to the scene before the police or else you would have a lot more to worry about than a couple of cracked ribs. What they would've done with that note we left you, I shudder to think. But that's beside the point. I've heard every word you've said since your little accident and I'm calling your bluff. What's your plan now, Mr. Memory Loss?"

"Wh-" Timmy could do nothing but stare at the man blankly. The man stared back and studied his face for several moments.

"Well I'll be…" he said slowly, "you really don't remember anything do you?" Timmy just continued to stare. The man sat down on the foot of the bed, scratching his chin and smiling vaguely. "You know, this makes it a lot easier for the both of us." He said. "When you broke down after fighting Stewart, I was afraid we'd have to put you out of commission for good, but you can't remember that, can you?" Ignoring Timmy's constant blank looks, he continued. "I've already taken the liberty of redeeming your egg certificate, so now all that remains is to get out of here quietly. Can you walk?"

Before Timmy could answer, the big man had hoisted him out of bed by his arm. Ignoring Timmy's cries, he shoved a pair of jeans and a t-shirt into Timmy's hands, saying "Put these on." As Timmy hurriedly got dressed, ribs aching painfully, the red-cloaked man peered out of the door. "Ahh, yes, she's sleeping soundly" he muttered. "A few sleeping pills in a drink does wonders."

He turned back to Timmy. "We've got to get you out of here pronto. Let's go." He ushered Timmy out the door and into the hall where the nurse sat snoring in the chair behind her desk, an open water bottle sitting in front of her. They made their way quietly across the hall and out the front doors of the waiting room, out into the chilly night air. "The others have just left," the man said, Turning to Timmy, "but you should be able to catch up in no time. Here's everything you will need. Your instructions are encoded into your pokedex. Good luck kid." Handing Timmy a small, red plastic, handheld device, the man in the red cloak turned with a swish and disappeared into the cold blackness of the night.

 

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Papa: Very nice, it is good to see that you revived this. :)
I cant put into words how amazing you write, you should become an author or something, seriously, you could be like the next Steven King.