Rise of Atlantis: The Island Nation
Chapter 1: The Test Before The Journey
Dawn broke the calm of the night over the Masa compound, which was an odd happening in itself. Usually night did not mean the activity stopped, but yesterday, and even today, was special. Masa and nearly all of the pokemon awoke at the same time, and though the human wouldn’t admit it, he was somewhat looking forward to the spectacle the later portions of the day would bring.
With so many awake at the same time, it was a rare occasion where breakfast was held in the grand dining hall; and indeed it was, easily seating over 300. It was elegant and intricate, but not gaudy; in fact one would more than likely take the time to marvel at each of the chairs and tables, hand carved and designed so no two looked the same (there was also a strange coating on each of them giving them a strange sheen, but this was barely noticeable and only to protect from various element damage); and the tablecloths, woven only from the finest and most durable of Spinarak and Caterpie silk. The lighting in the room was done by well placed wall candelabras, making everything well visible, but not harsh for nocturnal types, and the walls and ceiling were all plain, heavy, wood, though polished to give a light amber hue to them. The carpeting itself was of a medium blue and made of some synthesized fiber to make it durable to multiple food related accidents and natural pokemon happenings (like the body of a magmar would not easily burn the floor). Finally some rare plants (most received as bonuses from various jobs) finished off the look of the room as the only actual decorations.
Various platters and trays were brought to each table and the meal went by uneventfully save for the brief squabble at some tables over the last portions of certain items. Once Masa sensed most everyone was near finished, he decided now was a good time to speak more on what he had begun to tell them all last night. Getting up quietly enough to not be noticed save by his elite squad (who were all sitting at his table anyway), he then stood on his chair and emitted a powerful, booming voice that filled the room. Everyone looked at the mercenary, stopping eating if they weren’t quite done yet.
“Everyone, it is time for me to expound upon the conversation from last night. It has recently been brought to my attention that I will be returning home soon for an undertaking the likes of which I’ve never seen before. During this time, you must train yourselves to the brink each day, that is one reason why I wanted you to all get so much rest today, for should I fail, you can be sure this compound will become a front, with all of you being the only line of defense left. The other reason for this… some of you will have your first opponents today that are not from this compound. It will be left to you to test these trainers as I only want the strongest to make it through. For as much as I hate the prospect, the ones who make it through will be traveling with me to stop the rise of what I thought to be a mere myth, a place and entity known as Atlantis; as well as to hopefully restore the flows of balance which seem to have been upset. Now I realize these details may not strike you as so, but this is everything I know myself. For now, once you have finished eating, go and start warm-ups, once our guests arrive I’ll decide who you’ll be going up against.”
A silence of understanding filled the room as Masa lowered himself to the floor, but instead of sitting back down,he continued to stand by his chair as he looked over his most trusted squad members, giving them each a glance that seemed to speak a request to follow. In unison the others stood as well and followed Masa out of the dining hall and into the war room in one of the lower levels. The room was fairly plain and cold, having a large table in the middle and a few super computers, tracking stations linked (hacked into actually) to small spy satellites, and other such devices. The room was sound proofed and psi-proofed, making for a secure talking area, of which Masa was the first again, but only to pre-empt Neptune who he knew was about to speak.
“You already know the answer to the question Neptune, so don’t bother asking it.”
Neptune sighed in defeat as he went to listening to what Juggernaut had to say.
<So what are we going to do about getting them here?>
“I already sent out airship tickets a number of days ago, they’ll be arriving sometime today.”
At this point it was an Alakzam’s turn to pose a question, though the “words” more or less echoed from his mind.
<Do you want me to keep a detailed report on them?>
“I thought about it Psychoses, but no, there’s a chance you might be found out… instead I’ve already sent Dopplegang to keep an eye on things as well as report in throughout the flight.”
As if by stage direction, a communication came through one of the computers.
“Hey boss, they’re arriving, but this is a sorry bunch so far… You sure the carriers went to the right people?”
Masa walked over to where the voice had come from and held down a button so he might return communications.
“Yes I’m sure… keep in mind Dopplegang, most of these people only have pokemon skilled enough to fight against the Elite Four, and few of them will have actually trained themselves… Prominence, I’m heading to my viewing chamber, switch communications from here to there.”
The Blaziken nodded as Masa left the room, but before he could switch over, a Haunter suddenly slammed his hand onto the button for returning communications.
<Don’t you dare mess up on this one Dopplegang… if you’re found out you’ll be the disgrace of the Special Tactics Division and I’ll have to have you undergo special training.>
A large comical gulp could be heard on the other end, making it so one couldn’t tell if he was worried or being condescending. In the back of the room a Houndoom let forth a soft chuckle.
<It seems you’ve already given that Ditto enough special training Giest; he’s becoming as hard to read as you.>
<Hades… didn’t realize you were back from hell.>
<Yeah, father isn’t too thrilled with what’s happening either so he wanted me to come back… though my visit was over anyway, I would have been back in a couple days regardless.>
A voice that didn’t belong to Dopplegang broke through the speakers.
“Well, I’m glad we’re all having a grand ol’ time; but I was supposed to have communications transferred over five minutes ago. Since you all seem to be enjoying this game though… Jaws, take Hades a and Giest and hold a special training session of your own for a while.”
A Feraligatr standing in a corner of the room let out a grunt of acknowledgment, before grabbing the Houndoom and biting down on Giests hands so he could be dragged about.
A man appearing to be in his late 30’s stood at the entrance to the airship. He looked like an experience pilot, dark circles under his eyes and a number of small facial wrinkles as well; but the air-ship was on auto-trip, no steering needed. So he’d really just be accepting tickets and providing refreshments and the like. If that was bad enough, no one had shown up yet and he was becoming annoyed. Playing with his thick, black with grey highlights, mustache and tapping his feet he became more and more edgy. His blue eyes did not speak the calm they should have and finally it seemed as if his suit was starting to melt off of him. However, before it could get to the point where he couldn’t handle it anymore, he finally saw a person in the field. Breathing a sigh of relief he instantly was able to recompose himself. Soon he was accepting tickets from a constant enough flow of trainers of varying sorts, though many seemed to be fairly arrogant which disgusted him. He would have gladly shown those trainers up himself if he were permitted to while on the job. Instead he did what he was told, and just smiled and accepted the tickets. Giving a hearty if not hollow “Irashai” to each pass holder, and showing them aboard the large ship complete with a pokemon battle ring in the center.
Last edited by Masa Mune; 17th January 2006 at 11:58 PM.
Reason: Added in chapter title
Life is not too short to hold a grudge, simply too short to not act upon it.
If ignorance doth equate bliss, then gladly would I suffer a score of eternities for but even a brief glimpse upon knowledge fair.
Any man unwilling to be part of a minority for his beliefs, should always be part of the majority - the deceased.