With only my shadow to accompany me, I rushed out of my bed and headed out the door.
I was careful not to wake Bruce, my pokemon partner in training. He was probably my best friend, my only friend. However, if he were awake, I probably would not step a foot out of the Cadet Room.
Most of Rocket was asleep, and I know the guarding here would be considerably light tonight. The whole place had been very empty, due to the magnitude of soldiers on a mission I did not know about.
As I passed an old, rusty mirror, I could not help but view myself. What I saw was an 18 year old kid with shaggy, blonde hair that always seemed to get in his eyes. What I saw was an orphan, a nobody. However, my hair was not about to stop me from accomplishing my task.
Hi. My name is Johnny. I was raised here with Team Rocket, after they broke into the orphanage and kidnapped all of the kids. The children went though a series of training in physical combat and pokemon battling. Each child's special talents would be recognized to help determine what field of expertise they would contribute to Rocket.
There were all sorts of abilities coming out of these kids. If a boy was good at farming, he would grow berries in the agriculture room to help the battles of the Rocket pokemon. Smart kids were put into a study program about pokemon moves. They would use their cognitive skills to form good battle strategy and win money for Rocket.
Me? I had only one of importance to the whole organization. They called me a poke calmer- the name is pretty self-explanatory. Even at a young age, all of my mentors and teachers could see it in me; I had a special way with pokemon.
The sound of my voice had some sort of attraction to them. Rocket needed me to calm any dark pokemon they got their hands on so that it could be properly trained. They simply used my abilities for their own benefit, none for the pokemon, nor for me.
Even the darkest pokemon were nice to me-because of my special connection with them, I could talk to them in a way that they could understand. The most common conversations I have had in the past are ones about why they turned dark, and previous encounters with other pokemon and people. It was almost wrong to call these creatures “dark,” because they are not angry, evil, or unwanted amongst other pokemon. They are simply beings that are suddenly thrown into a world unlike the one they are used to being in, and forced to inflict damage on others of their own kind.
I was much different from all the other cadets. While they went after their pokemon by stealing and capturing, my pokemon just came to me.
Deep down inside me, I knew my special apt was meant for something much bigger, something much more important. And my job tonight-was to find out what that thing was.
As I neared my destination, I heard a stirring inside the pipes. In this gloom, even the smallest things spooked me. It was probably an upset Ratattata, maybe it happened not to like a vile scent wafting from the laboratory.
That's it! The scientists had been highly busy lately. I peeped inside the chemical room, and my eyes had a magnetic pull to one specific thing in the room. There were several beacons full of different colored liquids. They were all labeled Placitus Specimens.
This thoroughly explained the noxious odor consuming the best smells in the world, such as the fresh Lum berry lying on the floor. A farmer might have dropped it on the way to the Agriculture Room.
There was nothing in the world that smelled better than a Lum berry, though my bunk mates do disagree. They enjoy the fragrances in perfumes, which always gave me a throbbing headache.
In a flash, all my training in school finally came back to me. I quickly reread the labels, as if I had not seen it correctly before. Placitus Specimens?! We had learned about this disease in Pokemon Health class. It often caused major problems in the wild, and could throw off the whole ecosystem. I read a couple of papers lying around the laboratory. Rocket was planning to release this deadly disease, if they had not already.
We all knew how it affected Pokemon. We all knew how to make it. We just did not know how to cure it. At least, I didn't know. The point is, that pokemon on the outside world were endangered.
And that made me mad. Worse than mad, furious.
As I started towards the door, I noticed my legs were a bit numb...
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