Venasaur
Master of the Forest!!!!
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- 21
- Years
- Age 37
- Anywhere, as long as it's here
- Seen Jan 29, 2012
The room was dark. That's what anyone would tell you about the room, as if anyone would ever bother to visit that wing of the laboratory. Its dank, musty halls tingled the eyes from the numerous chemicals and plants; While its rooms, filled with the hissing of boiling liquids and smells from creatures of various sizes, kept many people from frequenting that part of the building unless it was necessary.
Just like now.
Barely discernible in the dimness, three figures trail behind a taller hooded form, its boots tapping a soft noise as they stride purposefully along. They round a corner and come to the large door at the end of the hall. The tall figure breaks away from the group and steps to the panel to the right of the door and presses a blue button.
For several seconds, nothing could be heard but the lazy drone of the vent overhead. The hooded figure sighs impatiently and presses the blue button again. One of the grunts in the back coughs into his fist as the figure presses the button two more times and steps back, tapping its foot just so slightly. When nothing happens for several seconds the trio shifts anxiously and slinks backward as the hooded figure raises an arm and snaps an order. "Bash it in."
In a sudden flash of crimson light, a large, reddish globule, about the size of a basketball, congeals and writhes as colors burst all around it. The blob swiftly rose into the size and shape of a hulky male as multiple arms pumped into existence. Blue skin flexed and a mouth tore into a grin as the Pokemon stood in front of the door, ready at the command of its owner. "Machamp!" it bellowed as it rushed towards the door.
With a thunderous clap, the superpower Pokemon rammed its shoulder into the door, causing it to squeal and groan as it was wrenched out of its track and bent towards the opening as if it were made from an aluminum can. Another swing from Machamp's powerful arms rips the door from its place, revealing the room on the other side as sparks sizzle and cords snap in resistance. The hooded figure breezes past Machamp and flows into the room.
Across the room, a man sits underneath several large computer screens. He is furiously tapping and clicking on the keyboard beneath his hands, head bobbing from image after line after symbol that flash across the screens. Giant glass columns line the right side of the room, each column glowing a faint green as wires drape a network of cords across the ceiling. The man doesn't take his eyes off the screen, pausing from his typing to swipe a strand of dark blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Captain Leona, it's been too long," he drawled. "I'd invite you in my study but it seems that you've managed to let yourself in."
The hooded figure reached up and pulled the hood away, revealing a woman with long red hair tied into a loose ponytail. Her sharp green eyes scanned the many stacks of books and papers scattered all over his desk and floor before they narrowed at the man seated in front of her.
"Too tired to answer the buzzer at the door, Doctor? I know how... taxing your work can be," she quipped, pulling off her gloves.
"Merely busy with my latest assignment. One of the many important works that the Commander has given me, so if you wouldn't mind---"
"Actually I do mind, as would the Commander, as she personally sent me down to this wretched part of the lab to ask you about your little project. Specifically, whether or not you have the final product for me to retrieve," the captain stated coolly as the trio stood in the hall behind her.
"I'm aware that my project is due, but I must regretfully inform you that I do not have it to give to you at this time, my lady." He smirked as the center screen danced with the images of different Pokemon. The captain tilted her head quizzically.
"You mean you have failed to produce the Pokemon that the Commander has been expecting? After your last little hiccup, I would have thought that even you would have at least have a graph to show her. Too bad for you."
"Actually, too bad for you. I never said that I failed to produce anything, dear Captain. Only that I do not have it to GIVE to YOU. The product is on its way to the Commander as we speak and should arrive within moments."
The captain's eyes narrowed again at this statement. "What do you mean? On its way to the Commander?"
Several more images blip across the screen. A Khangaskan. A Beartic. An Exeggutor. Crawdaunt. "Just what it sounds like; I've already had the product delivered. I finished early and decided to make it an early birthday present," the doctor pulled the sleeves of his lab coat up and scribbled furiously on a notepad beside him as he spoke. "Project Z is too delicate of an operation to leave in the hands of just anyone. I decided that the Commander would be much happier seeing it in her capable hands, rather than take the risk of having it... compromised."
The captain drew herself up and pursed her lips. "Well, it looks like I have no further reason to remain here. I shall leave you to your work then, Doctor." She whirled around, cape billowing behind her as she stepped past her flunkies and the Machamp still grasping the door in its muscular arms.
"I shall see you again, Doctor. But before I go..." she waved a hand absently at one of her men, who grunted at the Machamp.
"Ma...MaCHAMP!" It roared as it flung the door across the room. It sailed towards the large glass columns on the other side, shattering it into a hailstorm of glass. Smoke and sparks hissed from the pile of debris, but still the doctor stared ahead into his screens, as if oblivious.
The captain turned as she pulled her dark hood up around her hair. "Don't assume you know the Commander. As much as she hates setbacks to her plans, she hates surprises even more. Your next project had better make it into MY hands as the Commander wants, or losing brownie points and a gold star will be the least of your worries." She snapped her fingers and pulled her gloves back on and was soon lost in the shadows of the hallway, her crew tight behind her.
As they exit, the doctor chuckled to himself as smoke begins to fill the room. "My dear Leona, with any luck the next time around you'll be handing all of your assignments over to me..."
Just like now.
Barely discernible in the dimness, three figures trail behind a taller hooded form, its boots tapping a soft noise as they stride purposefully along. They round a corner and come to the large door at the end of the hall. The tall figure breaks away from the group and steps to the panel to the right of the door and presses a blue button.
For several seconds, nothing could be heard but the lazy drone of the vent overhead. The hooded figure sighs impatiently and presses the blue button again. One of the grunts in the back coughs into his fist as the figure presses the button two more times and steps back, tapping its foot just so slightly. When nothing happens for several seconds the trio shifts anxiously and slinks backward as the hooded figure raises an arm and snaps an order. "Bash it in."
In a sudden flash of crimson light, a large, reddish globule, about the size of a basketball, congeals and writhes as colors burst all around it. The blob swiftly rose into the size and shape of a hulky male as multiple arms pumped into existence. Blue skin flexed and a mouth tore into a grin as the Pokemon stood in front of the door, ready at the command of its owner. "Machamp!" it bellowed as it rushed towards the door.
With a thunderous clap, the superpower Pokemon rammed its shoulder into the door, causing it to squeal and groan as it was wrenched out of its track and bent towards the opening as if it were made from an aluminum can. Another swing from Machamp's powerful arms rips the door from its place, revealing the room on the other side as sparks sizzle and cords snap in resistance. The hooded figure breezes past Machamp and flows into the room.
Across the room, a man sits underneath several large computer screens. He is furiously tapping and clicking on the keyboard beneath his hands, head bobbing from image after line after symbol that flash across the screens. Giant glass columns line the right side of the room, each column glowing a faint green as wires drape a network of cords across the ceiling. The man doesn't take his eyes off the screen, pausing from his typing to swipe a strand of dark blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Captain Leona, it's been too long," he drawled. "I'd invite you in my study but it seems that you've managed to let yourself in."
The hooded figure reached up and pulled the hood away, revealing a woman with long red hair tied into a loose ponytail. Her sharp green eyes scanned the many stacks of books and papers scattered all over his desk and floor before they narrowed at the man seated in front of her.
"Too tired to answer the buzzer at the door, Doctor? I know how... taxing your work can be," she quipped, pulling off her gloves.
"Merely busy with my latest assignment. One of the many important works that the Commander has given me, so if you wouldn't mind---"
"Actually I do mind, as would the Commander, as she personally sent me down to this wretched part of the lab to ask you about your little project. Specifically, whether or not you have the final product for me to retrieve," the captain stated coolly as the trio stood in the hall behind her.
"I'm aware that my project is due, but I must regretfully inform you that I do not have it to give to you at this time, my lady." He smirked as the center screen danced with the images of different Pokemon. The captain tilted her head quizzically.
"You mean you have failed to produce the Pokemon that the Commander has been expecting? After your last little hiccup, I would have thought that even you would have at least have a graph to show her. Too bad for you."
"Actually, too bad for you. I never said that I failed to produce anything, dear Captain. Only that I do not have it to GIVE to YOU. The product is on its way to the Commander as we speak and should arrive within moments."
The captain's eyes narrowed again at this statement. "What do you mean? On its way to the Commander?"
Several more images blip across the screen. A Khangaskan. A Beartic. An Exeggutor. Crawdaunt. "Just what it sounds like; I've already had the product delivered. I finished early and decided to make it an early birthday present," the doctor pulled the sleeves of his lab coat up and scribbled furiously on a notepad beside him as he spoke. "Project Z is too delicate of an operation to leave in the hands of just anyone. I decided that the Commander would be much happier seeing it in her capable hands, rather than take the risk of having it... compromised."
The captain drew herself up and pursed her lips. "Well, it looks like I have no further reason to remain here. I shall leave you to your work then, Doctor." She whirled around, cape billowing behind her as she stepped past her flunkies and the Machamp still grasping the door in its muscular arms.
"I shall see you again, Doctor. But before I go..." she waved a hand absently at one of her men, who grunted at the Machamp.
"Ma...MaCHAMP!" It roared as it flung the door across the room. It sailed towards the large glass columns on the other side, shattering it into a hailstorm of glass. Smoke and sparks hissed from the pile of debris, but still the doctor stared ahead into his screens, as if oblivious.
The captain turned as she pulled her dark hood up around her hair. "Don't assume you know the Commander. As much as she hates setbacks to her plans, she hates surprises even more. Your next project had better make it into MY hands as the Commander wants, or losing brownie points and a gold star will be the least of your worries." She snapped her fingers and pulled her gloves back on and was soon lost in the shadows of the hallway, her crew tight behind her.
As they exit, the doctor chuckled to himself as smoke begins to fill the room. "My dear Leona, with any luck the next time around you'll be handing all of your assignments over to me..."