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    Seaside City

    Amras: As you consider the offer and offer to help Samuel with cleaning up the mess caused, the man gives a small chuckle before kindly declining the offer as he brings out a ball and with a tap releases a jovial Poliwag which starts to wash and dust off the fish before Samuel returned to tending the stall as a few men head into the area, one of them with a pure black ball, almost as though it would house a demon before tapping the dead Murkrow with it as it is converted into energy and sucked into the orb, without resistance as you watch in some surprise.

    “Volcanity Inc’s Afterlife balls, designed for the funeral proceedings of those Pokémon slain by battle or other causes. They tend to be single-use, as the balls are disposed of after the Pokémon inside has been given proper respects. Come, Amras, it’s this way.”

    As you follow with your Pokémon withdrawn, you gaze around the area as you move into the swankier side of Seaside City, larger houses replacing shopping malls and an hour later you find yourself outside a large wooded gate, to which Megan simply gives a couple of claps to as the doors creak open and you stare in awe at the majestic building that is Spark Castle, the main path to the castle itself adorned with statues of Lanturn.

    “We usually get those expressions when people enter these grounds. The castle’s got quite the history, you know, as it was rumoured the legendary Pokémon Raikou was born on these very grounds.”

    As Megan and you head towards the entrance to the castle, a rather tall man of around fifty opens the door, giving a curious eye towards you and Megan as she gives a coy smile.

    “Father, this young man is Amras. He helped me out with the latest incident at the western marketplace, and...” Megan starts before the man raises his hand to silence her before addressing you.

    “Well, it is nice to meet you, Amras. I would be Duke Terrance of the Watt family, the ruling party of Laguna Peninsula, and as you may have heard, there have been troubles afoot recently. I personally thank you for your assistance with my daughter in this situation, and welcome you into Spark Castle. Please, make yourself welcome.”

    Introductions over, you and the two Watts head through a few hallways to a rather majestic chamber, where you note a large table which sports a scale model of Seaside City, replete with small red spots dotted around the area. As a butler nods before leaving the room, Terrance proffers you a comfy seat before Megan picks up a red spot from a small box and places it at the site of the battle before mulling things over.

    “Perhaps it would be best to state the problem we’re having. As Megan may have told you, the wild Pokémon of the city are becoming more boisterous or adventurous, and are choosing to strike smaller areas of higher human concentration rather than the regular feeding grounds, which you see in green here,” Terrance states as he shows the model to you, and you note the few larger green areas. “The red spots, as you can guess, are where the Pokémon have attacked recently, and this is becoming a problem.”

    Taking a small sheet of paper, Terrance places it on a projector as it transmits a large map of Seaside City on a wall, the butler entering with refreshments for the meeting before taking his leave once more as Megan plucks a scone from the tray.

    “Mmm...I can see some pattern at the eastern section of the city, dad. You see how there’s a break between this section and that?” Megan states pointing to a noticeable gap of red spots.

    Nodding, Terrance thinks for a small moment before his eyes open a little more in astonishment.

    “Of course. They seem to be centred around the old school. I would assume that there is something there that is affecting the wild Pokémon to become aggressive. There’s also a pattern at the south and west, centred at those ruins and that park. A few reports of an unusual mechanism spotted in the park could be our best bet.”

    “Amras, I ask a request of you on behalf of Seaside City. I wish for you to head to the park at the western section of the city with Megan and investigate this machine. If it is indeed affecting the wildlife, then terminate the machine before checking the other two areas out. I’ll lend you our Staraptor to fly between the areas. You will, of course, be rewarded for a deed such as this, I can guarantee.”

    The two royals turn towards you, awaiting your answer. The prospect of checking the city from the air and a small tour de force of the city seems nice, and it would also give you something to do.
    Amras is surprised by the strange black ball, but feels a sort of closure as the dead Murkrow is called into the ball. Lowering his hood, the young man prays for the soul of the Murkrow again, apologizing for his battling zeal. Amras and Megan walk towards Spark Castle, where the scenery is exquisite and far more grand than anything Amras had ever seen before. Upon being escorted into the room and being debriefed on the problem by Mr. Watts himself, the trainer begins to consider the wait of the ruler's words carefully. The aggression of the wild Pokemon was indeed a problem, and Amras now knew from firsthand experience how bad these Pokemon were actually becoming. The offer to ride on a Staraptor around the city was also quite intriguiging, and Amras' natural desire to help both humans and Pokemon was piqued by the suggestion.

    Bowing slightly to the ruling family, Amras accepted the offer with a slight nod of his head, ready to fly off with Megan and investigate the strange phenomena at the park...

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    Rakurai: At the unorthodox offer, you accept with some reluctance as Kiba follows suit, while returning Flandre due to her natural hatred of all things liquidy and evil looking to fire as Andrew calls Machoke and Wingull onto the Octillery’s massive tentacles before you carefully clamber on, holding onto Kiba as Andrew gives but a nod towards the ocean as Octillery hauls itself off the beach and swims leisurely alongside the beach, although to you it seems as though you might as well be on the back of a charging Sharpedo as the massive girth gives the octopus much greater acceleration.

    After ten minutes of travel, you notice a dock as Andrew gives a nod to the beast as it beaches itself once more, scaring a few tourists as Andrew gives a small apology as you get off the creature and as Andrew turns to it and thanks it, the Octillery gives a gurgle before swimming back out and a few minutes later vanishes into the depths from whence it came as you head to the dock. As Andrew hope onto a rather small cruiser, the boat having a strange device somewhat similar to a petrol pump in the cabin, a flash of light releases the pained Mirror as it calls forth Kiba to the pump, taking two dispensers from it and placing one on the Electrike’s shoulder before Machoke helps by pulling a lever on top, a surge of energy bursting through the pipe into Kiba and Mirror as the two seem to be getting better.

    “Volcanity Inc recognises the work we rangers do and donated these healing mechanisms to us. Mirror’ll take a few minutes more, but your pal should be alright.” Andrew explains as he heads into another part of the cabin, a few orders to cast off given to Machoke and Wingull as they head to the deck. Shortly afterwards, Kiba darts back to you, ooking much more refreshed as Mirror nods in relief at the medical help before pointing a hand towards a board explaining a few things to cast off and set sail.

    “It shouldn’t take long now, Katsu, so just relax a bit. I’ll see if Goose is cracking around, he’s a great help to me on these rescues.”

    As you wonder if you should look around the ship, Henry the Wingull gives a startled squawk as you look out the cabin to see a few other Wingull circling him, casting dirty looks as the bird stands nervously on the deck, clearly somewhat bothered as Andrew gets busy with some dials.

    What will you do?
    The Octillery, while hardly the picture of speed or grace, managed to get Katsu and the others to the dock in good time, mostly due to its sheer size. After some thanks from Andrew, it headed back into the sea, a few minutes passing before it completely disappeared from sight. "I hope it's learned that going a rampage over such little things is needless...", Katsu thought, knowing that there wasn't anything from keeping it from coming back to the beach, should it happen to get another splinter. After having seen the Octillery off, Katsu quickly followed Andrew to his boat, having remembered his mention of fixing up Kiba once they got there. The Electrike was still looking rather pained, and he certainly would've welcomed some relief sooner then later.

    It was in the cabin of the boat that the two saw what Andrew planned to use for that purpose; a strange device resembling a petrol pump. Seeming a little tied up with his preparations for the imminent trip out to sea, the sailor opted to release Mirror, and let him handle the task of working the contraption. The Ludicolo called Kiba over before placing what appeared to be a dispenser on himself and the canine, after which Andrew's Machoke activated the device, which sent a surge of energy through the connecting pipes of the dispensers. Kiba naturally looked a little nervous, as did Katsu, as neither had seen this sort of procedure before, but once the energy had begun to flow into the former, he seemed much more at ease.

    “Volcanity Inc recognizes the work we rangers do and donated these healing mechanisms to us. Mirror’ll take a few minutes more, but your pal should be alright.”, Andrew explained, as he continued his preparations. His words were too true, as only a moment after he finished, Kiba had dashed to Katsu, back to being his energetic self. "I'm glad you're feeling better now, Kiba! That Volcanity Inc. technology certainly is something else.", Katsu remarked, as he knelt down and placed a hand on the Electrike's head, the two of them looking equally pleased by the results of the treatment.

    “It shouldn’t take long now, Katsu, so just relax a bit. I’ll see if Goose is cracking around, he’s a great help to me on these rescues.”, Andrew commented, as though he were thinking the trainer might've been growing a little impatient.

    The cabin of the boat was a little cramped for Katsu's taste, so he planned to go outside to do the relaxing Andrew had mentioned. But before he did so, he heard a startled squawk, and looked out a nearby window to see Andrew's Wingull, Henry, being harassed by a pair of the same species as he stood on the deck, looking rather troubled by the looks they were giving him. The sight made Katsu frown, and provoked an angry growl from Kiba, as both of them hated to see someone getting bullied, though more so in Katsu's case, as he had personally endured such treatment in his younger years.

    They quickly stepped out of the cabin, and stood at Henry's side defensively. "Hey! Knock that off!", Katsu yelled at the two birds, while Kiba seemed to say something similar in his own language, as he began to Leer at them threateningly. No direct hostility had been shown yet, so Katsu felt that this wasn't something he didn't need to start a fight over, at least for the time being...
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    Ohm Reservoir

    Empy: Your acceptance of the proposal gives Braunhurst a pleased nod as he lifts his phone and calls a couple of numbers before turning to you with a small booklet.

    “In short, our last expedition to the ruins ended on a painful note when the group was attacked by an unknown force. Nobody had survived, and the only evidence we have of the doomed expedition is this recording of the place. As it is a dangerous place, we felt that only you could handle it. There are a few old puzzles from our historical records there, but in short we want you to head to the antechamber of the ruins and to confirm the existence of a crystalline orb known as the Lustrous Orb, a mystical jewel somewhat linked to the mythological Pokémon Dialga. Of course, I’ve asked for your kit to be set up, so all you need to do is enter the elevator and you’ll be briefed on the stuff. I thank you for your acceptance of this proposal, Wes.”

    A short elevator ride later, you find yourself at a small laboratory dock where a small boat lies, a scientist aboard it awaiting you. As you enter, she smiles at you before ushering you into the cockpit of the boat, where you see a number of high-tech objects on a shelf as she takes them down.

    “This diving suit is one of a kind, and under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t normally give them out. However, Braunhurst has it on authority that you’re an accomplished trainer, and so this is sort of a test run. As you can see, the suit is comprised of a helmet with a LED visor which will update you in your location, as well as giving us communicative ability, which will come in handy. The other half is the wetsuit itself, comprised of a high-density macrofibre that is water-resistant to a depth of eight thousand feet and can withstand pressures of up to twenty thousand psi. Your non-water Pokémon are to be housed in these Ocean Balls, which will give them an equally defensive suit when released, and all suits carry a rebreather so you can stay under for as long as you need. The suit itself also possesses elemental resistivity, reducing damage from electrical attacks by roughly half, while it doesn’t suppress the Pokémon’s powers. We also have a probing device capable of delivering a powerful burst of psionic energy equivalent to a Hyper Beam of damage, although it takes thirty minutes to recharge and may be used only thrice before the battery gives out, but it can power up anything. You should suit up, as we leave in ten minutes time.”

    -=-=-=-

    An hour later, you find yourself and your Pokémon inside the Ocean Balls, Brawly boasting his own shell suit to his irritance as the scientist twiddles with your knobs on your head before giving an all clear nod as you bend back and enter the water with a loud splash. Your visor instantly lights up to show you a very clear image of the underwater region as you swim towards the ruins, the beauty of the sunken area of Ohm Reservoir taking your breath away as you descend in awe. Eventually, you reach the ground, as you swim to the doorway of the ruins and enter, the radio crackle of Braunhurst completely audible to you.

    “Wesley, this chamber should be the entrance. We’re not sure which way our last expedition went, but there are three paths, one at either side and a borehole in the centre of the room. It’s your choice, but do remember this: If the suit is damaged enough, your rebreather could fail. If that happens, you will only have five minutes of oxygen left in your suit.”

    With your choices made and the dangers enforced, it’s really your choice as to which path you take, each one looking as uninviting as the next.
    Although the risks where abundant in their many, Wes knew he couldn’t pass off the marine expedition. The chance of a lifetime of finding the coveted Lustrous Orb sent chills down the trainer’s neck. He’d have to have his wits about him for the inevitable puzzles which lied ahead, and his aquatic troop needed to be at their fittest. The latter thought barely entered the adolescent’s head, Brawly and Reaver had grown into battling behemoths. Still, what unknown mysteries lurked in the reservoir’s crevice would have little trouble with two fully fledged sea mongers, protecting an ancient relic of such stature would require a tough sentinel. As Wes, Braunhurst and Brawly trailed back to the pristine lobby, the notions of danger washed off of the teen that was raring to go. Likewise, his Conrad gallantly wagged his tail in sheer enthusiasm. It would take a very bleak turn of events to bleak this duo’s spirits.

    The sun gradually climbed to its summit to indicate noon, Wes waddling to the river’s edge with a rather discomfited mug. Sporting a plethora of scuba gear, in tandem with some rather high-tech visors and Pokeballs, Wes snickered slightly at Brawly who was moreso suited than himself. The hardy crocodile was covered top-to-bottom with a shell suit, giving the reptile an extra kick in vain of the high-pressure depths. He snarled in retaliation, attempting to waddle wayward despite the ensemble wrapping tightly around his arms and legs. Although, waiting with bated breath for the Croconaw to fall on his rear, Wes listened once more to the directions given by the band of scientists. He would be in direct communication with the group, thus easing his angst of navigating the series of tunnels. Giving the trainer a clear nod, Wes bowed his head and nose-dived into the sparkling reservoir. Turning to his right, Brawly slowly swished his tail to keep in tow with the trainer, ready and able to give assistance.

    The view was unmatched. Small corals gently swaying in the ocean current, various crustaceans burrowing into their neatly knit crevices, and even a few school of fish Pokémon swimming past. The two gaped in awe as they reached a decent, the seafloor ridden with slimy rocks until leading to a cluster of burrows. Noting this as their next destination, Wes kicked up and down, the flat flippers giving him some extra leeway. It was then that Wes sighed as a trio of crevices jutted before him, neither as inviting as the other. He’d have to think this one through. Whilst the innermost fissure seemed the focal point of the three, perhaps it would be best to stay clear of this one. No doubt the band of scientists would’ve chose this route, and judging by their fate it seemed less than tempting. Whatever created such a large fissure would surely still be lurking in the murky depths...

    With no other signal on which hole was safer, Wes nervously steered left, kicking his flippers as Brawly amply swam in tow.

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    Ampere Beach

    Shadow: Mango’s fury at the treatment of her species is all the incent you need to take heed for the battle ahead as she releases a sweet pheromone towards the levitating coin, the scent washing over the Pokémon as Mightyena gives a war howl, firing himself up just as a few traces of the substance enters his nostrils, calming him slightly and opening him up for the knee to the jaw from Medicham’s hi jump kick, knockin the hound back a few feet, yet you notice that the attack isn’t as effective, ins pite of the pure power Medicham has, before realising that Mightyena’s passive terror has intimidated Medicham slightly just as you hear Mango give a pained moan as you turn back at the Bronzor, whose eyes finish glowing from the confusion at the Quagsire as you realise that the synthetic structure of Bronzor has rendered Sweet Scent completely useless as it lacks olfactory systems to register the aroma. Nevertheless, Mango runs up and firmly socks the bronze Pokémon on the facial lump with a rock smash, the Bronzor giving a metallic hiss as its face is dented. Medicham then starts to meditate to bolster his offensive power as Mightyena rises once more, somewhat injured from the sudden strike before releasing a rather foul-smelling odor sleuth to recognise his foe as Medicham prepares to strike again, only for the canine to make a notion towards Mango as the Bronzor gyrates quickly before ramming its ball-like state into Mango, who simply shrugs the hit off as though it were nothing, and as Medicham looks towards her, he gets hit rather hard by a clawing punch from Mightyena, making a sucker out of him. Outraged at this, Medicham forcefully shoves his palm into Mightyena’s flank, pushing him away and eliciting a yelp of pain just as Mango drives her aqua tail into Bronzor’s face, her anger driving it as the Pokémon whirls away in pain, having taken a bit of a beating, yet coping much better than his canine ally who seems to be in pain, his jaws slightly twisted out of shape as it whimpers while Medicham is smarting from the hit. Mango is in a fairly healthy state, but as you wonder what the deal is, a few smaller alarms go off as you give a glance to notice several Galactic members hurrying in another direction, their hands laden with pokeballs for battle, and as Jason nudges you, the sudden realisation that you’ll have to end the battle quickly before reinforcements come in is startlingly becoming a reality.

    Rakurai: The Wingull situation at hand, you yell at the birds as Kiba gives a rather scary leer attains the birds attention as they turn to you, somewhat startled before a rather plucky one, seemingly the leader, divebombs you, a white splat mark affixing itself to your shirt as the other birds squawk in laughter just before the ost terrifying roar you have heard in a long time suddenly makes the other Wingull crap themselves out of fear as they fly away in a sudden terror before you turn towards the source of the noise, a familiarly scary dragon with an arrowlike crest and yellow lips giving a much more threatening leer than Kiba just as Andrew gives a whistle.

    “Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?” he calls as the Gyarados turns its head towards Andrew before giving an enthusiastic nod as you become very uncomfortable at the sight of a Pokémon classified as Atrocious being rather tame and jolly as Andrew calls for you to untie the ship’s docking rope. A few minutes later, you find yourself moving, the cruiser chugging along rather hastiy as Goose keeps up rather easily while Mirror helps the ranger out in the cabin, the atmosphere all too calm for some reason, but you find it much better than you thought as Kiba lounges.

    “Katsu, we’ll be headed towards this bay here,” Andrew states as he points his inger towards a section of the beach before giving a grin as he initiates the radio.

    “Andrew speaking, I’ve embarked on the journey, and will be there by thirteen hundred hours, over.”

    As you check the time, you notice it to be just after midday, giving you an hour to prepare for the operation as Goose looks at you curiously before nodding and continuing alongside the cruiser. Ten minutes later, the peaceful waters and Pokémon at play gives way as a small dot is spotted on the horizon, slowly growing.

    “This looks like trouble, now.” Andrew grimly announces before you notice the flag emblazoned on the mast to be the famous Jolly Roger as you realise what the trouble is: Pirates. Goose turns his head towards them, his cheerful expression turning into one standard for Gyarados as he psyches himself up with a mystical dragon dance, pumping himself for battle.

    “Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...” Andrew states as his Machoke flexes his arms, primed for battle...

    Seaside City

    Amras: With the offer accepted, Terrance gives thanks as Megan literally drags you out of the door and through a few corridors, her excitement clear as you wonder what she’s so excited about. A few minutes later, after an elevator ride to the roof of the castle, you notice a large aerie to the right, where a Pidgeot figurine sits, wings astride on the crest of the doorway. Entering, Megan’s cheerful expression falls into a frown as she opens up her ire at a younger lad of about sixteen.

    “HEC! I’m sure I’ve told you a thousand times before not to read those stupid fairy tales in here! This place is for the birds, not for some foolish interpretation of some poxy little book.”

    “Megan, it’s not a ‘poxy little book.’ It’s an analysis of the mythological history of the Last Alliance group who, according to legend, existed half a million years ago.”

    “I don’t care what the stories say, you know as well as I do that people can’t live longer than a hundred and fifty years, and there’s no goddamn thing as enchanted artifacts that allow eternal life! Now shove that book into the bin like I told you!”

    Hec gets up before pushing his glasses further onto his face, clearly ignoring the irritated Megan and gives a small glance in your direction before staring hard at you, just as a loud smack and a cry of pain as he tumbles out the aerie holding his throbbing ear from the backhand Megan gave him makes you squirm slightly inside.

    “Ignore my younger brother, apparanty he still believes in fairy tale stories. Ah, here we go,” Megan chirps as she pulls a pair of pokeballs from a shelf and gives them a small tap to reveal the pair of large predatory hawks, the Staraptor’s eyes giving a curious yet intimidating look as Megan gives it a small scratching on the head before boarding one, proffering the other bird to you. Several minutes later the birds fly out of the aerie as Megan smiles at you, your grip on the Predator Pokémon hard as you fear for falling as you gaze in awe at the magnificent sights of Seaside City from above, the view unlike any other you have ever seen.

    Fortunately the flight ends rather quickly as you and Megan disembark from the birds who await you at the park entrance while the two of you head towards the strange machine mentioned back at the castle. It is only a few minutes before you notice the device, about the same size as a person with a bulbous top and a dial seemingly affixed, the machine’s chocolatey brown exoskeleton giving off an unusually ominous hum as Megan examines it for a few seconds before giving a small gasp.

    “I thought these things were destroyed back at that Almia incident! What are Gigaremoes doing here, and more importantly, who put them here?” Megan exclaims as you hear a slightly louder hum as you turn towards the trees to notice a dozen red eyes and stingers poking out of them, seemingly stalking you and Megan in a murderous fashion as the Beedrill slowly flit around you, as Megan frowns.

    “I recall Gigaremo were vulnerable to a certain offensive type depending on their colours, with green ones being vulnerable to fire moves and yellow ones partial to water attacks. This one’s brown, but I can’t think of anything being brown, except maybe dirt, but then what hurts that...” she muses before pulling a ball out and releasing a vicious looking insect flitting idly around as though on a persistent sugar rush, the Yanmega noticing the advancing bugs. “I’d guess the Gigaremo is controlling these Pokémon, so by breaking it we’d be able to prevent further damage, which isn;’t good as I’m lacking in recovery items and there’s only me, Lucrece, Samson and Fang here.”

    Taking Megan’s advice into account and noticing the incoming bees and earthy Gigaremo, it would be best to try and eliminate the device before you ended up having to fight against the foe...

    S.S Lanturn Wreck

    Lilblue: The situation over, you give your thanks to the cultist, answering his curiosity and as you explain, you wonder whether the man, with his rather catchy headband, the symbol seeming to be a silver crescent halo over a golden sun with beams around it, is hostile or not, before apologising for the foolishness, to which the man merely shrugs at.

    “Hey, it’s okay, youngster, your sudden intrusion gave me and Leo something to do.” The man replies as you realise that you’re speaking to Vito just as the medic, seemingly Leo, comes with Tessie in tow, her injured flipper bandaged comfortably as she cooes happily, her song calming your spirits as you ask your questions in your head as Vito listens with increased curiosity before nodding.

    “I’ll be happy to answer, though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pokémon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

    After recalling Tessie, who you realise would be too large for the doorway, you follow Leo and Vito into the liner, heading down a few corridors, your eyes taking in the startling conditions indoors, as though the ship was cleaned each day as you head into a somewhat spacious hall, large enough for a Pokémon battle but kitted out with recreational systems and a large lounge, several other cultists chilling out while another looks in your direction before finishing his drink and heading towards the three of you, before the two cultists give a small bow.

    “Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

    Looking at the man, wearing a chain with the same insignia as the headbands before looking at his face, a small goatee accompanied by a pair of silvered eyes as he profers a seat to you at a lounger before Leo and Vito grab some snacks and take them to the table.

    “Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colourful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

    As you listen to Cain’s words, the brief history of each age, from the Emperor’s age where Aoran fought against them and calmed the fury of the corrupted legendary Pokémon Regigigas that they had enslaved before, to the Aqua war where their numbers were decimated to merely thirty five who stood valiantly on the Thunder Plains of Laguna Peninsula against the terminally aggressive Team Aqua before their Fizzytopia campaign was shattered on the battle at the ruins of the castle situated within the plains, you find that the two cultists who aided you before have left before you give your inquiry about the shells.

    “Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us, of course, but the Lapras shells you speak of are our current objective. Thanks to your intrusion, we have confirmed that the smugglers are a splinter group of Team Magma who have set up a base of operations somewhere near the Lanturn. As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pokémon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armour overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pokémon of any kind, especially not water Pokémon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumours that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

    As Cain pauses for breath, the warm hall and relaxing surroundings gives you a feeling of sanctitude before Vito returns with a small pamphlet which he gives to Cain before sitting again and talks to you as Cain reads through the information.

    “I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

    “Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain announces to the cultists in the room as they turn to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is. However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” he states with a solemn tone as you realise what he means by a great cost as Vito hangs his head in some sorrow.

    “Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

    Turning towards you, Cain sits back down as Vito heads through the door in a slight hurry while the cult master fills you in on some information regarding the shells.

    “We’re not one to sell illegal goods, and our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favour for nothing.”

    The situation regarding the shells sounds exciting, and it seems that there’s not much choice in the matter, in spite of the cult seeming to be a friendly organisation.

    Ohm Reservoir

    Empy: Your thoughts that the ill-fated group would have went for the central crevasse in your head, you head for the left path, uncertain of what could be there as Brawly follows, the visor illuminating the path for you. After a few minutes of swimming carefully through the path, your radio crackles to life once more as Braunhurst’s voice hums once more in your ears.

    “According to studies made at these ruins before the construction of the dam, this path leads to a residential area of the ruins back when they were in use. We’re not sure what lies in there now, but if you could give us an update when you’re in, that would be splendid.”

    As you drift into the room, you notice an octet of stone pillars as well as a plinth in the centre with a plaque inscribed within. Heading towards it, you start to read the inscription, Brawly behind you fidgeting with his suit.

    The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
    Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
    Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
    While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

    The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
    One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
    Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
    Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest.

    Looking around, you see the pillars are in a vague circle with three separate groups, two triplets and one pair between them. On a wall, you find a number of orbs that would fit indents on the pillars, each one giving a certain energy, with a steaming red orb, a tranquil green orb, a lucid blue orb, an earthy brown orb, a lightweight silver orb, a crackling yellow orb, a mystical purple orb and a metallic white orb. It seems you have a puzzle if you want to go any further in this rather featureless room.

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    Shadow: Mango’s fury at the treatment of her species is all the incent you need to take heed for the battle ahead as she releases a sweet pheromone towards the levitating coin, the scent washing over the Pokémon as Mightyena gives a war howl, firing himself up just as a few traces of the substance enters his nostrils, calming him slightly and opening him up for the knee to the jaw from Medicham’s hi jump kick, knockin the hound back a few feet, yet you notice that the attack isn’t as effective, ins pite of the pure power Medicham has, before realising that Mightyena’s passive terror has intimidated Medicham slightly just as you hear Mango give a pained moan as you turn back at the Bronzor, whose eyes finish glowing from the confusion at the Quagsire as you realise that the synthetic structure of Bronzor has rendered Sweet Scent completely useless as it lacks olfactory systems to register the aroma. Nevertheless, Mango runs up and firmly socks the bronze Pokémon on the facial lump with a rock smash, the Bronzor giving a metallic hiss as its face is dented. Medicham then starts to meditate to bolster his offensive power as Mightyena rises once more, somewhat injured from the sudden strike before releasing a rather foul-smelling odor sleuth to recognise his foe as Medicham prepares to strike again, only for the canine to make a notion towards Mango as the Bronzor gyrates quickly before ramming its ball-like state into Mango, who simply shrugs the hit off as though it were nothing, and as Medicham looks towards her, he gets hit rather hard by a clawing punch from Mightyena, making a sucker out of him. Outraged at this, Medicham forcefully shoves his palm into Mightyena’s flank, pushing him away and eliciting a yelp of pain just as Mango drives her aqua tail into Bronzor’s face, her anger driving it as the Pokémon whirls away in pain, having taken a bit of a beating, yet coping much better than his canine ally who seems to be in pain, his jaws slightly twisted out of shape as it whimpers while Medicham is smarting from the hit. Mango is in a fairly healthy state, but as you wonder what the deal is, a few smaller alarms go off as you give a glance to notice several Galactic members hurrying in another direction, their hands laden with pokeballs for battle, and as Jason nudges you, the sudden realisation that you’ll have to end the battle quickly before reinforcements come in is startlingly becoming a reality.
    Gritting teeth at the prospects of even more unwanted attention, Shadow couldn't help but briefly wonder over the Galactic operatives headed away from their battle. Was there another, more pressing issue the organisation had to face, that rendered the news of two invaders negligible? Alberto surfaced in the young man's mind and Shadow hoped desperately the older man would be alright. It fell onto him and Jason to end their conflict quickly to deal with other immediately threatening scenarios. Otherwise, the chances of their survival would be akin to that of a Snover in the desert.

    "Alright, Mango, let's have a vomited Muddy Water on Bronzor. Drown it in your power and fury!" he called. "Then blister Bronzor with a Rock Smash on the eyes. And finish by blasting it with Water Gun!"
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    Empy: Your thoughts that the ill-fated group would have went for the central crevasse in your head, you head for the left path, uncertain of what could be there as Brawly follows, the visor illuminating the path for you. After a few minutes of swimming carefully through the path, your radio crackles to life once more as Braunhurst’s voice hums once more in your ears.

    “According to studies made at these ruins before the construction of the dam, this path leads to a residential area of the ruins back when they were in use. We’re not sure what lies in there now, but if you could give us an update when you’re in, that would be splendid.”

    As you drift into the room, you notice an octet of stone pillars as well as a plinth in the centre with a plaque inscribed within. Heading towards it, you start to read the inscription, Brawly behind you fidgeting with his suit.

    The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
    Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
    Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
    While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

    The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
    One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
    Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
    Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest.

    Looking around, you see the pillars are in a vague circle with three separate groups, two triplets and one pair between them. On a wall, you find a number of orbs that would fit indents on the pillars, each one giving a certain energy, with a steaming red orb, a tranquil green orb, a lucid blue orb, an earthy brown orb, a lightweight silver orb, a crackling yellow orb, a mystical purple orb and a metallic white orb. It seems you have a puzzle if you want to go any further in this rather featureless room.

    OOC: If you’re having trouble with the puzzle, feel free to PM me.
    Me? Trouble? Pfft =p ... I’m kidding of course. I spent the last hour of college thinking in my head what matches up. Hopefully this is correct though, I can’t think of any other answers. *Bows respectfully to the tricky riddler*

    Taking one deep inhale, Wes kicked forward into the small crag, his lighted visor bringing partial solace to opening. Swinging his arms as he progressed through a cramped passageway, Wes cringed as his legs occasionally brushed against the slimy landscape. One final lunge... the kid broke through the tunnel into what appeared to be an old ruin. The trainer’s ears prickled to the sound of movement, only to notice his crocodile companion amply swimming beside, pumping his robust tail to gain some momentum. Despite his incredible discomfort being wedged in the shell-suit, Brawly seemed somewhat at home in such a murky torrent, his yellow eyes refracting the visor’s radiance and giving him a nerve-racking presence. Wes turned his head back to the hub of the cavern, unevenly tiled with ancient brick and sporting hieroglyphics of the old age. Wes gaped in awe as he brushed his fingers against the tattered slabs, swaying his arms to progress through the underwater hideaway. Whilst the dim light on his visor barely illustrated patches of the wreck, Wes could spot out a cluster of pedestals stood at the focal point of the watered span.

    Suddenly, a crackle of his ear broke his obsessive chain of thought. The voice of Volcanicity’s head honcho was quick to ensue, confirming his earlier assumptions of the ruin being millennia’s old. What piqued the kids interest more was that the mammoth damn was built even with the discovery of ancient tombs. With a complete disregard for the undersea crypts, Wes wondered if Surge Damn had any involvement in the vicious disappearances surrounding the lush neck of land. Nonetheless, all these titbits where trivial when measured up with the potential dangers. Having scaled the room with no clear sign of an passageway, Wes kicked his way to the centre of the room, a small plaque jutted amidst the withered columns. Swimming closer for a better look, Wes stroked his finger across the message, well lit and legible with the aide of his eyeshades.

    The eight knights of Laguna lived in these hallowed walls,
    Their might and tactics unmatched, they ruled with iron will,
    Those who follow their sole greed will, as their foes did, fall,
    While those hearts so pure of faith shall attain the knights’ thrill.

    The living chambers, consistently natural, are the first small step,
    One tower each knight, each knight a certain typing, neither one equal,
    Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,
    Unite the towers, and your passage will be sought, your heart only purest


    Wes bit his lip in deep thought, it had to be one of the converted riddles. And boy was this one a doozey Oo; Revolving in hope of some clearer instruction, Wes smirked slightly upon noting the hollowed indents marking what appeared to be three pillars. ’Three Towers... Three Pillars’. Wes beamed as the initial stage of his puzzle was dealt with. Swaying through the trio of tattered pedestals, the kid kept a keen eye out for something to fill the circular sockets. Although the visor covering his head shone enough solace across the otherwise pitch-black room, Wes sighed as it certainly didn’t speed up the rummaging process.

    “Gnaaw!” Bellowed a gruff voice rearward of the trainer. Promptly revolving, Wes noticed Brawly pawing at a huddle of glass orb. Glimmering alluringly, Wes swam ever closer to inspect what the reptile had come across. Fingering one of the luminous orbs, Wes’ eyes lit up as he noticed they where perfect fits for the nearby sockets. ’Eight Knights... Eight Orbs’. All it took now was a way of assigning them to the said indents. Each was undoubtedly unique, glowing and sparkling with their exceptional auras. The scarlet orb in Wes’ hand flickered warmly, it was quite hot to touch albeit the nippy water. A few feet away from Wes, a bottle green orb glittered softly, almost satisfying the ambience with a soothing presence. Below Brawly, a lucid blue orb tilted slightly with the water currents, sharing a pulse similar to its surroundings.

    At this point, Wes decided the balls represented elemental types. Other orbs scattered around the room seemed to spark with electricity, bob with buoyancy and lug with earthiness. This finally left the seventh and eigth glass spheres, pulsing with a plain white and mystical purple, respectively. ’Fire, Water, Grass, Ground, Electric, Flying, Normal, Dragon!’ Wes was surely on the ball today, left only with one more stage to complete the rather challenging riddle. Scratching his cranium in deep thought, Wes recited the words of the puzzle once more. With none of it making sense, a light bulb finally flickered above the adolescent’s head. He’d have to crack the riddle and hope for the best.

    Opposites find joy, Adjacents are sworn rivals, two are innocent,

    “That’s right, we’ll have to pair up the orbs which rival each over, with the remaining two sitting in the central pillr”, Wes said for his own benefit. Ushering forth the handy croc, Wes explained how they’d advance “Ok Brawly, pick up the brown, yellow and silvery orbs and slot them in the right pillar in that order. I’ll take the Green, Blue and Red orbs and slot them in the left pillar. Finally we both grab the Purple and White orbs and stick them in the central-most pillar, Ok?”

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    Rakurai: The Wingull situation at hand, you yell at the birds as Kiba gives a rather scary leer attains the birds attention as they turn to you, somewhat startled before a rather plucky one, seemingly the leader, divebombs you, a white splat mark affixing itself to your shirt as the other birds squawk in laughter just before the ost terrifying roar you have heard in a long time suddenly makes the other Wingull crap themselves out of fear as they fly away in a sudden terror before you turn towards the source of the noise, a familiarly scary dragon with an arrowlike crest and yellow lips giving a much more threatening leer than Kiba just as Andrew gives a whistle.

    “Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?” he calls as the Gyarados turns its head towards Andrew before giving an enthusiastic nod as you become very uncomfortable at the sight of a Pokémon classified as Atrocious being rather tame and jolly as Andrew calls for you to untie the ship’s docking rope. A few minutes later, you find yourself moving, the cruiser chugging along rather hastiy as Goose keeps up rather easily while Mirror helps the ranger out in the cabin, the atmosphere all too calm for some reason, but you find it much better than you thought as Kiba lounges.

    “Katsu, we’ll be headed towards this bay here,” Andrew states as he points his inger towards a section of the beach before giving a grin as he initiates the radio.

    “Andrew speaking, I’ve embarked on the journey, and will be there by thirteen hundred hours, over.”

    As you check the time, you notice it to be just after midday, giving you an hour to prepare for the operation as Goose looks at you curiously before nodding and continuing alongside the cruiser. Ten minutes later, the peaceful waters and Pokémon at play gives way as a small dot is spotted on the horizon, slowly growing.

    “This looks like trouble, now.” Andrew grimly announces before you notice the flag emblazoned on the mast to be the famous Jolly Roger as you realise what the trouble is: Pirates. Goose turns his head towards them, his cheerful expression turning into one standard for Gyarados as he psyches himself up with a mystical dragon dance, pumping himself for battle.

    “Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...” Andrew states as his Machoke flexes his arms, primed for battle...
    The fashion in which one of the Wingull had opted to respond to Katsu left him feeling extremely irritated, and had Kiba looking furious by the blatant show of disrespect toward his trainer. Ordered to or not, the Electrike most likely would've decided to give the offender a good zapping, but before that happened, the sound of fierce roar sent the group of birds packing. Katsu turned around in an instant to identify the source of the noise, having been startled no less, and wasn't particularly relieved to see that a Gyarados that had surfaced near the boat. “Goose! It’s been too long, as usual! You want to come along and help with this rescue, buddy?”, Andrew said in greeting to the sea serpent, to which it nodded its head rather cheerily.

    "So that's Goose... He seems about as nice as Andrew described, but he's still kind of scary...", Katsu thought, as he went to untie the ship's docking rope, feeling rather uneasy about the presence of the Gyarados. As for Kiba, he had stared at Goose with wide eyes for a moment, before returning his gaze to the fleeing Wingull in the distance, and emitting a growl of displeasure over the fact that they had escaped without any punishment. "Don't worry about it, Kiba. Pokemon who act up like that tend to learn their lesson sooner or later. Besides, I did bring a change of clothes.", Katsu said, having noticed his companion's behavior.

    Before long, the ship had set off on its course, and the two of them were feeling quite relaxed as they looked out across the calm sea. The thought crossed Katsu that he had intended to bring Flandre along for the ride, but he realized that it would've been a foolish decision, considering how rambunctious she could be at times, as well as the ever-present water hazard. "I suppose I'll just have to make it up to her later somehow."

    Andrew called him over a short while later to give some further briefing, pointing out their intended destination, and also mentioning the estimated time of arrival to the shore watch over the radio, which was approximately a hour. After doing the best he could to clean up the mess the Wingull had made on his shirt, he returned to Kiba's side and continued gazing out across the sea rather aimlessly, letting his mind wander. He noticed the occasional water Pokemon or two at play amid the waves, and it began to fill him with a longing desire to have one of his own.

    That desire stemmed largely from the fact that in the past, years before he met Kiba, he had owned one. He always remembered what it had been like to ride through the waves with that Pokemon, the one that had been his very first. But a cruel twist of fate had torn the two apart, and the memories of that day still haunted him, because he felt responsible for what had happened. The feelings of guilt had faded almost completely over the years, but he still couldn't help but feel a little depressed at times, especially when he was at the sea, where he had spent most of his moments with that Pokemon, including the first and the last.

    Katsu's train of thought ended up leading him back to those memories, but before they could have any effect on him, he spotted something on the horizon that grabbed his attention. It appeared to be another ship, and when he looked more closely, he saw that on its mast, it had a flag bearing the Jolly Roger, a symbol almost anyone would associate with only one thing. "...Pirates? I wonder what these ones are like...", Katsu thought. The various stories he had read about them created mixed images, some of jolly seafarers who simply traveled wherever the wind took them in search of treasure and adventure, others of fierce, greedy individuals who made a living by pillaging any unfortunate passersby.

    It seemed like the latter was more likely, however, as Andrew had noticed before him, stating “This looks like trouble, now.” the moment he had caught sight of the ship. Given how much time he spent out at sea, he almost surely would've had some run-ins with these pirates before, and Goose seemed to be familiar with them, as well, as he suddenly had taken on a very serious look, and used his Dragon Dance to prepare himself for the coming of their vessel.

    “Well, this is gonna be messy, Katsu. Best prepare yourself for a naval battle...”, Andrew suggested, to which the trainer promptly took up a position closer to the sailor, with Kiba following his lead. Given that Andrew and Goose seemed all too familiar with their foe, and that there wasn't much other to do then wait for time being, Katsu felt the need to ask a question. "These pirates... Do you know anything about them, Andrew?", he inquired, curious about just what they were going to be dealing with...
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    Ampere Beach

    Shadow: Questioning the possibility of Alberto invading the base and noting the need to end the battle with haste, you relay your orders to Mango as she nods with her surprising irritance before spewing forth a torrent of rather muddy water, the origins of which nobody would ever want to elaborate on. As you watch, Bronzor’s eyes widen slightly at the filthy deluge before it is swamped by the liquid, just as Mightyena charges towards Medicham, fangs darkening with putrid tones as it attempts to sink the poisonous canines into the fighter’s frail build, only for the Pokémon to dissipate in a cloud as it simply chomps on a double, before turning towards the team of Medicham around it, each focusing energy into their palms as the hound becomes a little nervous. Looking back at Mango’s foe, you notice that the Bronzor is blinking rapidly trying to get the dirt out of its eyes as Mango cracks her flipper, just as a strange wind blows before a hunk of psychic energy slams into her, notably a future sight that likely came around upon encounter, and as Mango shakes her head, ready to smash the coin’s face in like a fragile rock, the bronze Pokémon’s eyes light up in magenta tones before the Quagsire twitches painfully from the extrasensory powers being emitted, her eyes blinking in a sudden flinch as the coin spins in the air, seemingly laughing before a loud yelp is heard as the Mightyena is given a very hefty punch from Medicham, the single copy left being the real deal as the dog is sent flying, crashing down mere inches from the cliff edge as it rises, wobbling painfully on its legs as Jason watches with increased determination...and frowns further as it launches a last-ditch effort to attack by rushing Medicham in a hurry, smacking into the unsuspecting meditation Pokémon before dropping with swirling eyes, the recoil from the take down too much for it as the Galactic Grunt snarls as he recalls the canine. Turning to his partner, Bronzor is sent spinning by Mango’s water gun assault, the being wobbling slightly before righting itself and with a glint, erecting a sudden screen of light to repel the special attacks being used.

    Medicham slowly limps to Jason’s side as he supports the psychic fighter, and Bronzor’s health seems to be wavering, with a final push likely being enough for the creature, while Mango’s slight headache from the psionic barrage has soothed a bit, leaving her a bit worse for wear, although still in a better shape than Bronzor. As she turns to you, you notice the grunts looking slightly less confident as they turn to each other, slight concern in their eyes before the one with Mightyena gives a sly grin, as though plotting something. A slight ping as Bronzor focuses some metallic energy before it into an orb however means that this predicament will have to take a back seat...

    -=-=-

    Rakurai: Your curiosity to the nautical fiends and their average tactics stated vocally to Andrew, he nods, obviously acknowledging he knows about them as he opens his mouth to answer.

    “Aye, Katsu, that I do. The pirates around these parts tend to be raiders, attacking and disabling ships before boarding and stealing the goods. I’d imagine this Volcanity machine would sell for quite a bit, like.”

    Without much delay, a dull boom attracts your attention as a roped object hurtles through the air, and you dive for cover as the harpoon smashes into the deck, thankfully not through the ship itself and holing it as two more chained missiles impale themselves into the hull, thoroughly linking the two ships together as the cruiser is slowly pulled nearer. As Goose twists round, he gives a vicious hiss as he spews forth a bomblet of fire that instantly forms a figure, the kanji for ‘big’ impacting with one of the cannons aboard and blasting it into shrapnel, releasing one of the bonds as he dives for cover and reappears at the other side of your vessel as some spraying musket peppers the ship, the small objects stinging you and Kiba before a pair of all-too-stereotypical buccaneers board the ship, one boasting an eyepatch and a tricorner hat with a Chatot at his shoulder while the other lands with his peg leg making a hollow thud and his hook hand scratching at a wart on his face. The pirate with the eyepatch gives his throat a clearing with a hack and spit, the phlegm making a squelch as it lands on the deck as the bird pipes up in a classic blackbeard voice.

    “Avast, ye scurvy swabs! This here vessel be the property of the Gula Riders now! Away with ye, or walk the plank!”

    “Parlay!” Andrew calls as the hook handed pirate growls at you with the ferocity of a wolf, causing the single-eyed buccaneer and his Perap to turn to him, eyeing him up with suspicion.

    “Do I know yer, one arm?”

    A few tense moments later, Andrew pipes up with his simple tale of their current situation, the bird listening intently while hook looks around the ship, noting the healing machine as he whispers the presence of said machine to the cap’n.

    “Ah-A! So ye have loot on yer ship, ye do? We’ll be hauling that thar thingymajig with us, don’t ye try and rebel or we’ll keelhaul yar both, arr!”

    A sudden crack of a knuckle later, Andrew’s Machoke stands, giving a deathly look towards the pirates as the bird suddenly gives a shocked squark and it is only then you notice the tattoo of an anchored skull on his shoulder as you turn to the equally shocked Andrew.

    “H-Hugh!? What’s the deal with that tat...” Andrew begins, but before he can finish the sentence the Machoke suddenly rips one of the embedded harpoons out of the ship and throws it with amazing force at the unsuspecting Goose, the Gyarados having almost no time to dodge as the hefty iron spear guns straight through his mouth and out the other end of his head, landing with a heavy splash a few seconds later as the Gyarados gives a horrified scream as blood pours out of his injury to the whitening face of Andrew as Goose leans over to the ship, giving Machoke ample time to grab the injured serpent and to wrench hard at his jaws and twisting, the very sound of the Gyarados’ bones snapping like bamboo in a typhoon and the bloodied corpse of the gentle giant tumbling into the waters a horrifying sight as Kiba stands paralyzed by the sudden atrocity in sheer terror as the next sound you hear is the cacophonic laughter of said Chatot.

    “AWK AWK AWK! And ye thought that yon Machop ye found shipwrecked was actually an ally of yers? AWK! Ye rangers must have barnacles in yer lugs or ye must actually have scurvy! Hugh here’s been with us all this time, snakin’ onto yer ship and gettin’ yer trust, simply so we can control the waters ‘round these parts! AWK! Ye’re a fool to resist, ya scurvy swabs, and now yer only option is that of the shanghai! Hugh, haul these barnacles aboard the Ruby Chatot! AWK AWK AWK!”

    The crippling deception is suddenly taken with an extremely painful twist of the arm by Hugh as he gives a proper nautical snarl as Kiba’s attempt to release you is met with a simple kick into the side, Hook knocking the shocked Andrew to the ground as he blurts out for Goose, his stony expression shattered as tears stream from his face as Patchy releases a strange mushroom Pokémon, the Parasect’s spores smoking over Kiba as he rises, causing the panting canine to inhale some of them and to fall asleep in defeat, his expression one of disappointment and shock at Hug’s treachery as the Chatot gives another cacophonic laugh.

    “AWK! That false alarm we gave also gave yer a run for yer doubloons, as yon Pok’mon were my crew for a start!”

    “Y...You mean...” Andrew blubbles, grief and sorrow filling his heart as you too realise that the entire callout was a scam as the radio crackles to life.

    “Andrew! There’s been no sign of any coastal transgressions, we think it was...Are you alright?” the feminine voice inquires before the radio is stamped on by Hook, smashing the communications device to pieces as you turn to see Kiba bundled in a net, slung over Hugh’s shoulder as a sudden knock to the head causes you to black out, the only sound you hear as the world fades being the voice of Hook as he chuckles.

    “Aye, Aye, Cap’n Diam!”

    -=-=-=-

    You awaken in a dark room, the stench of cheap tobacco and rum filling your nostrils as you look around, and as you try and move you find your hands and legs are trussed up with rough rope, the fibres chafing your skin as your mind runs through what had just happened, and as you recall Hugh’s betrayal and Kiba’s defeat, you suddenly feel very much alone, with only the sound of waves filling your ears as well as the slight whimpering of a Pokémon in a small box beside you, one rather familiar to you as you peek through a crack and notice Kiba beside you, his body scuffed and bruised as he looks towards you, his eyes full of slight fear, soon dispelled upon noticing that you are okay. With your head throbbing, you look around and notice a smashed bottle nearby, which you use to saw through the ropes holding your limbs together, stretching as you look around the storeroom, wondering how far out at sea you are as you feel around your belt and notice all but two balls missing: Kiba’s and Flandre’s. The room is much too dark for you to see fully, but releasing Flandre may bring unwanted attention to you.

    What will you do?

    Ohm Reservoir

    Empy: Your thoughts about the puzzle and noting of the pillars and orbs is strengthened as you consider the likely order of the orbs. Eventually, you place the orbs into the pillars, hoping that your logical ability is correct as you place the final one in with Brawly and watch, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, the pillars burst into light of their respective colours, the eight pillars creating a trail of light snaking around the room, all of which culminate around a central point behind the plaque on the far wall, the light coalescing into an orb which promptly explodes somewhat violently, sending ripples through you and Brawly as you panic and wonder if it damaged the suit. A small HUD reading, thankfully, gives you information that the suit and the mechanics are unharmed as you notice the new passageway as Braunhurst’s voice buzzes in once more.


    “We’ve detected a sudden energy surge in the area, Wesley, are you alright?” A small note and report of what happened and his affirming tone gives you some reassurance as he asks you to continue through. As you do so, a second voice enters the conversation, this one sounding much closer and natural than the synthetic hum of Braunhurst.

    Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...

    Questioning the voice, you turn to Brawly who shrugs as you continue through the passage looking at the faintly glowing runes in the walls before finding another room at the end, branching into two separate paths, this time however you note the pedestal in the centre of the room, seemingly sculpted around a mystical creature, its massive fins and ridged tail littered with faint crimson runes and within the statue’s tight jaws, a small orb of amazing beauty.

    “This orb isn’t the Lustrous Orb, Wesley, however I would think it would be a key in a puzzle to find it.” Braunhurst buzzes in as you notice the bare wall between the paths glow with glyphs, which you somehow understand.

    What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
    Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

    Looking back at the Kyogre statue, you notice two small indents where the fins’ crimson runes wrap into circles, and noticing the green and yellow glow around the entrances, you figure out that you must require something related to grass and electricity to prise the orb from the sea basin Pokémon’s jaws. It’s simply a matter of choosing which one to go for first, although it can only be certain that whichever one you take will test either brains or brawn.



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    Shadow: Questioning the possibility of Alberto invading the base and noting the need to end the battle with haste, you relay your orders to Mango as she nods with her surprising irritance before spewing forth a torrent of rather muddy water, the origins of which nobody would ever want to elaborate on. As you watch, Bronzor’s eyes widen slightly at the filthy deluge before it is swamped by the liquid, just as Mightyena charges towards Medicham, fangs darkening with putrid tones as it attempts to sink the poisonous canines into the fighter’s frail build, only for the Pokémon to dissipate in a cloud as it simply chomps on a double, before turning towards the team of Medicham around it, each focusing energy into their palms as the hound becomes a little nervous. Looking back at Mango’s foe, you notice that the Bronzor is blinking rapidly trying to get the dirt out of its eyes as Mango cracks her flipper, just as a strange wind blows before a hunk of psychic energy slams into her, notably a future sight that likely came around upon encounter, and as Mango shakes her head, ready to smash the coin’s face in like a fragile rock, the bronze Pokémon’s eyes light up in magenta tones before the Quagsire twitches painfully from the extrasensory powers being emitted, her eyes blinking in a sudden flinch as the coin spins in the air, seemingly laughing before a loud yelp is heard as the Mightyena is given a very hefty punch from Medicham, the single copy left being the real deal as the dog is sent flying, crashing down mere inches from the cliff edge as it rises, wobbling painfully on its legs as Jason watches with increased determination...and frowns further as it launches a last-ditch effort to attack by rushing Medicham in a hurry, smacking into the unsuspecting meditation Pokémon before dropping with swirling eyes, the recoil from the take down too much for it as the Galactic Grunt snarls as he recalls the canine. Turning to his partner, Bronzor is sent spinning by Mango’s water gun assault, the being wobbling slightly before righting itself and with a glint, erecting a sudden screen of light to repel the special attacks being used.

    Medicham slowly limps to Jason’s side as he supports the psychic fighter, and Bronzor’s health seems to be wavering, with a final push likely being enough for the creature, while Mango’s slight headache from the psionic barrage has soothed a bit, leaving her a bit worse for wear, although still in a better shape than Bronzor. As she turns to you, you notice the grunts looking slightly less confident as they turn to each other, slight concern in their eyes before the one with Mightyena gives a sly grin, as though plotting something. A slight ping as Bronzor focuses some metallic energy before it into an orb however means that this predicament will have to take a back seat...
    While the victory of Medicham over Mightyena was certainly good news, Shadow had learned from experience that it didn't pay to drop one's guard around the enemy, no matter how assured victory appeared to be. A glance of the defeated grunt's expression seemed to confirm this paranoia, suggesting that more sinister contigency plans were in the works -- or, likely, capable of activation -- and he would have to stop them alongside Jason. As Bronzor began gathering a shining ball in front of itself Shadow frowned as he tried to piece a plan together of his own.

    "Don't fret about the marble, Mango. Take a break and Curse up to stifle Gyro Ball's charge and damage," he advised. "Follow with another Muddy Water, and Aqua Tail before it recovers!"
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    Seaside City

    Amras: With the offer accepted, Terrance gives thanks as Megan literally drags you out of the door and through a few corridors, her excitement clear as you wonder what she’s so excited about. A few minutes later, after an elevator ride to the roof of the castle, you notice a large aerie to the right, where a Pidgeot figurine sits, wings astride on the crest of the doorway. Entering, Megan’s cheerful expression falls into a frown as she opens up her ire at a younger lad of about sixteen.

    “HEC! I’m sure I’ve told you a thousand times before not to read those stupid fairy tales in here! This place is for the birds, not for some foolish interpretation of some poxy little book.”

    “Megan, it’s not a ‘poxy little book.’ It’s an analysis of the mythological history of the Last Alliance group who, according to legend, existed half a million years ago.”

    “I don’t care what the stories say, you know as well as I do that people can’t live longer than a hundred and fifty years, and there’s no goddamn thing as enchanted artifacts that allow eternal life! Now shove that book into the bin like I told you!”

    Hec gets up before pushing his glasses further onto his face, clearly ignoring the irritated Megan and gives a small glance in your direction before staring hard at you, just as a loud smack and a cry of pain as he tumbles out the aerie holding his throbbing ear from the backhand Megan gave him makes you squirm slightly inside.

    “Ignore my younger brother, apparanty he still believes in fairy tale stories. Ah, here we go,” Megan chirps as she pulls a pair of pokeballs from a shelf and gives them a small tap to reveal the pair of large predatory hawks, the Staraptor’s eyes giving a curious yet intimidating look as Megan gives it a small scratching on the head before boarding one, proffering the other bird to you. Several minutes later the birds fly out of the aerie as Megan smiles at you, your grip on the Predator Pokémon hard as you fear for falling as you gaze in awe at the magnificent sights of Seaside City from above, the view unlike any other you have ever seen.

    Fortunately the flight ends rather quickly as you and Megan disembark from the birds who await you at the park entrance while the two of you head towards the strange machine mentioned back at the castle. It is only a few minutes before you notice the device, about the same size as a person with a bulbous top and a dial seemingly affixed, the machine’s chocolatey brown exoskeleton giving off an unusually ominous hum as Megan examines it for a few seconds before giving a small gasp.

    “I thought these things were destroyed back at that Almia incident! What are Gigaremoes doing here, and more importantly, who put them here?” Megan exclaims as you hear a slightly louder hum as you turn towards the trees to notice a dozen red eyes and stingers poking out of them, seemingly stalking you and Megan in a murderous fashion as the Beedrill slowly flit around you, as Megan frowns.

    “I recall Gigaremo were vulnerable to a certain offensive type depending on their colours, with green ones being vulnerable to fire moves and yellow ones partial to water attacks. This one’s brown, but I can’t think of anything being brown, except maybe dirt, but then what hurts that...” she muses before pulling a ball out and releasing a vicious looking insect flitting idly around as though on a persistent sugar rush, the Yanmega noticing the advancing bugs. “I’d guess the Gigaremo is controlling these Pokémon, so by breaking it we’d be able to prevent further damage, which isn;’t good as I’m lacking in recovery items and there’s only me, Lucrece, Samson and Fang here.”

    Taking Megan’s advice into account and noticing the incoming bees and earthy Gigaremo, it would be best to try and eliminate the device before you ended up having to fight against the foe...
    Chuckling slightly to himself as Megan drags him out of the room and up to the Staraptory, Amras' mood suddenly shifts as the sixteen year old sibling of his friend begins to talk about the Last Alliance. Skin crawling despite Megan's reprimands, Amras subtly tucks his Nevermeltice necklace beneath his over shirt, surprised to find that there were even records from that time. Since his days in the Last Alliance, Amras had been removed from history as it were, spending time with his best friend Erebus in the wilderness and looking for legendary Pokemon to discuss the older days with. Never in his travels had the trainer been able to find another person who knew that the Last Alliance wasn't just a myth... it had happened. A vision of the Spikes that impaled his parents flashed before Amras' eyes, and he quickly hardened his facial mask, unwilling to show any sort of weakness, especially when Hec looks directly at him. Unnerved, Amras makes a mental note to watch out for Hec in the future from a cautionary standpoint, and climbs on a Staraptor, feeling himself smile as he is lifted away from the castle and into the clouds. The ride stops soon though, and Amras thanks the Staraptor for his help, scratching the bird as Megan did, to show his gratitude.

    Turning his mind to the task at hand, Amras is quickly brought up to speed on Gigaremos by Megan, and nods in reference to the elemental weakness. However, a swarm of Beedrill begins to flitter towards the two trainers menacingly, and Amras knows that they have to deal with both threats at the same time. Enlarging two Pokeballs, Amras presses the release on both, and the twin bursts of red energy dissipate to reveal a Weavile and Magneton, both itching to go. Calling Erebus the Weavile over to him, Amras quickly asks his best friend to use Ice Shard on the Earth Gigaremo as many times as he can, since the Ground type is weak to Ice. Turning towards Nenite the Magneton, Amras asks it to try and paralyze the incoming Beedrill with a few Thunder Waves, and help Yanmega with a Sonic Boom if the other Bug is forced to attack.

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    Rakurai: Your curiosity to the nautical fiends and their average tactics stated vocally to Andrew, he nods, obviously acknowledging he knows about them as he opens his mouth to answer.

    “Aye, Katsu, that I do. The pirates around these parts tend to be raiders, attacking and disabling ships before boarding and stealing the goods. I’d imagine this Volcanity machine would sell for quite a bit, like.”

    Without much delay, a dull boom attracts your attention as a roped object hurtles through the air, and you dive for cover as the harpoon smashes into the deck, thankfully not through the ship itself and holing it as two more chained missiles impale themselves into the hull, thoroughly linking the two ships together as the cruiser is slowly pulled nearer. As Goose twists round, he gives a vicious hiss as he spews forth a bomblet of fire that instantly forms a figure, the kanji for ‘big’ impacting with one of the cannons aboard and blasting it into shrapnel, releasing one of the bonds as he dives for cover and reappears at the other side of your vessel as some spraying musket peppers the ship, the small objects stinging you and Kiba before a pair of all-too-stereotypical buccaneers board the ship, one boasting an eyepatch and a tricorner hat with a Chatot at his shoulder while the other lands with his peg leg making a hollow thud and his hook hand scratching at a wart on his face. The pirate with the eyepatch gives his throat a clearing with a hack and spit, the phlegm making a squelch as it lands on the deck as the bird pipes up in a classic blackbeard voice.

    “Avast, ye scurvy swabs! This here vessel be the property of the Gula Riders now! Away with ye, or walk the plank!”

    “Parlay!” Andrew calls as the hook handed pirate growls at you with the ferocity of a wolf, causing the single-eyed buccaneer and his Perap to turn to him, eyeing him up with suspicion.

    “Do I know yer, one arm?”

    A few tense moments later, Andrew pipes up with his simple tale of their current situation, the bird listening intently while hook looks around the ship, noting the healing machine as he whispers the presence of said machine to the cap’n.

    “Ah-A! So ye have loot on yer ship, ye do? We’ll be hauling that thar thingymajig with us, don’t ye try and rebel or we’ll keelhaul yar both, arr!”

    A sudden crack of a knuckle later, Andrew’s Machoke stands, giving a deathly look towards the pirates as the bird suddenly gives a shocked squark and it is only then you notice the tattoo of an anchored skull on his shoulder as you turn to the equally shocked Andrew.

    “H-Hugh!? What’s the deal with that tat...” Andrew begins, but before he can finish the sentence the Machoke suddenly rips one of the embedded harpoons out of the ship and throws it with amazing force at the unsuspecting Goose, the Gyarados having almost no time to dodge as the hefty iron spear guns straight through his mouth and out the other end of his head, landing with a heavy splash a few seconds later as the Gyarados gives a horrified scream as blood pours out of his injury to the whitening face of Andrew as Goose leans over to the ship, giving Machoke ample time to grab the injured serpent and to wrench hard at his jaws and twisting, the very sound of the Gyarados’ bones snapping like bamboo in a typhoon and the bloodied corpse of the gentle giant tumbling into the waters a horrifying sight as Kiba stands paralyzed by the sudden atrocity in sheer terror as the next sound you hear is the cacophonic laughter of said Chatot.

    “AWK AWK AWK! And ye thought that yon Machop ye found shipwrecked was actually an ally of yers? AWK! Ye rangers must have barnacles in yer lugs or ye must actually have scurvy! Hugh here’s been with us all this time, snakin’ onto yer ship and gettin’ yer trust, simply so we can control the waters ‘round these parts! AWK! Ye’re a fool to resist, ya scurvy swabs, and now yer only option is that of the shanghai! Hugh, haul these barnacles aboard the Ruby Chatot! AWK AWK AWK!”

    The crippling deception is suddenly taken with an extremely painful twist of the arm by Hugh as he gives a proper nautical snarl as Kiba’s attempt to release you is met with a simple kick into the side, Hook knocking the shocked Andrew to the ground as he blurts out for Goose, his stony expression shattered as tears stream from his face as Patchy releases a strange mushroom Pokémon, the Parasect’s spores smoking over Kiba as he rises, causing the panting canine to inhale some of them and to fall asleep in defeat, his expression one of disappointment and shock at Hug’s treachery as the Chatot gives another cacophonic laugh.

    “AWK! That false alarm we gave also gave yer a run for yer doubloons, as yon Pok’mon were my crew for a start!”

    “Y...You mean...” Andrew blubbles, grief and sorrow filling his heart as you too realise that the entire callout was a scam as the radio crackles to life.

    “Andrew! There’s been no sign of any coastal transgressions, we think it was...Are you alright?” the feminine voice inquires before the radio is stamped on by Hook, smashing the communications device to pieces as you turn to see Kiba bundled in a net, slung over Hugh’s shoulder as a sudden knock to the head causes you to black out, the only sound you hear as the world fades being the voice of Hook as he chuckles.

    “Aye, Aye, Cap’n Diam!”

    -=-=-=-

    You awaken in a dark room, the stench of cheap tobacco and rum filling your nostrils as you look around, and as you try and move you find your hands and legs are trussed up with rough rope, the fibres chafing your skin as your mind runs through what had just happened, and as you recall Hugh’s betrayal and Kiba’s defeat, you suddenly feel very much alone, with only the sound of waves filling your ears as well as the slight whimpering of a Pokémon in a small box beside you, one rather familiar to you as you peek through a crack and notice Kiba beside you, his body scuffed and bruised as he looks towards you, his eyes full of slight fear, soon dispelled upon noticing that you are okay. With your head throbbing, you look around and notice a smashed bottle nearby, which you use to saw through the ropes holding your limbs together, stretching as you look around the storeroom, wondering how far out at sea you are as you feel around your belt and notice all but two balls missing: Kiba’s and Flandre’s. The room is much too dark for you to see fully, but releasing Flandre may bring unwanted attention to you.

    What will you do?
    Katsu let out a groan of pain as he awakened in a dark room, his head still aching from the blow he had received earlier. He tried to move, only to realize that his hands and legs had been bound tightly with rope. After recalling the events that led up to his current predicament, he breathed a dejected sigh. He never imagined that a Pokemon could be capable of such a terrible act of betrayal, nor would he have guessed that the call Andrew had received was nothing more then a false alarm and a set-up.

    He then began to worry about what had become of Kiba, having remembered how he'd been knocked out by a Spore attack from a Parasect belonging to the pirate captain. The worries were short lived, however, as he heard some whimpering coming from a box that had been left next to him, and he peered through a crack in it to see his companion, who had been roughed up pretty badly, but was nonetheless relieved to see that his trainer was okay. "I'm sorry our day ended up this way, Kiba...", Katsu whispered, wearing a rather guilty look on his face, to which the Electrike forced a smile, in hopes of raising his trainer's spirits a little.

    Having confirmed Kiba's current safety, Katsu's concerns shifted to his other Pokemon, but it was too dark for him to make out whether or not their Pokeballs were still on his belt. He continued to look around the room, and noticed a broken bottle that had been carelessly left on the floor. "It's not the sharpest thing in the world, but it could probably sever my bonds...", he thought, as he struggled to get into position so he could grab it. Before long, the bottle was in his hands, and after a few minutes of sawing at the ropes, he succeeded in freeing himself. He then reached to his belt, only to have a chill run through his body upon noticing that all but Kiba and Flandre's Pokeballs were gone.

    Had they been taken by the pirates, or could they have been jostled loose without notice during his capture? Either way, he wanted to find them as quickly as possible, but he knew acting recklessly was the last thing he ought to do in the current situation. There was no telling how many pirates were aboard the ship, and even if it was just the two from before, he felt that he most likely wouldn't stand a chance against them, especially not without Andrew or his other Pokemon to help him.

    A direct confrontation out of the question to him, he decided that sneaking around the ship was his best bet. However, he wasn't going to leave Kiba behind, so he began to carefully feel around the box the Electrike was contained in, in order to determine how it could be opened."I hope this thing isn't locked with a key or something like that...", he thought. If necessary, he'd take Kiba with him, box and all, because having Flandre bash the thing open would be anything but subtle...
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    Empy: Your thoughts about the puzzle and noting of the pillars and orbs is strengthened as you consider the likely order of the orbs. Eventually, you place the orbs into the pillars, hoping that your logical ability is correct as you place the final one in with Brawly and watch, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, the pillars burst into light of their respective colours, the eight pillars creating a trail of light snaking around the room, all of which culminate around a central point behind the plaque on the far wall, the light coalescing into an orb which promptly explodes somewhat violently, sending ripples through you and Brawly as you panic and wonder if it damaged the suit. A small HUD reading, thankfully, gives you information that the suit and the mechanics are unharmed as you notice the new passageway as Braunhurst’s voice buzzes in once more.


    “We’ve detected a sudden energy surge in the area, Wesley, are you alright?” A small note and report of what happened and his affirming tone gives you some reassurance as he asks you to continue through. As you do so, a second voice enters the conversation, this one sounding much closer and natural than the synthetic hum of Braunhurst.

    Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...

    Questioning the voice, you turn to Brawly who shrugs as you continue through the passage looking at the faintly glowing runes in the walls before finding another room at the end, branching into two separate paths, this time however you note the pedestal in the centre of the room, seemingly sculpted around a mystical creature, its massive fins and ridged tail littered with faint crimson runes and within the statue’s tight jaws, a small orb of amazing beauty.

    “This orb isn’t the Lustrous Orb, Wesley, however I would think it would be a key in a puzzle to find it.” Braunhurst buzzes in as you notice the bare wall between the paths glow with glyphs, which you somehow understand.

    What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
    Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

    Looking back at the Kyogre statue, you notice two small indents where the fins’ crimson runes wrap into circles, and noticing the green and yellow glow around the entrances, you figure out that you must require something related to grass and electricity to prise the orb from the sea basin Pokémon’s jaws. It’s simply a matter of choosing which one to go for first, although it can only be certain that whichever one you take will test either brains or brawn.
    Wes grinned as he slotted the final glassy orbs in their respected pedestal, waiting with baited breath for something to happen. Perhaps he’d gotten it wrong, and no doubt a bloodthirsty Gyarados would emerge to chastise him in a similar manner to the unfortunate souls of the last voyage. As the thought of such anarchy trailed through his noggin, the kid jumped to life as the orbs released dazzling spurs of their respected colours, bubbles of oxygen gushing from his tackle as he cowered in a bombshell of astonishment. The rays refracted to one another, causing a multihued pattern of sparkling reds and thunderous yellows. Wes gaped across at his reptile chum, all the while wagging his tail in thrill. Suddenly, Wes noticed the octuplet shaft of lights all pulse to the same focal point. Peering across, a blinding a ray of colours caused him to promptly squint. KABOOM! Wes jutted back, Brawly in a frenzied panic as the underwater-room fogged up with a shower of dust. Glimpsing at the green HUD, the series of flickering bars donating everything was stable remained as functional as always. Wes sighed in release, a small cluster of oxygen bubbles sparkling upward.

    “We’re both fine”, he replied rather shaken, “what the heck just happened!?” Wes eagerly scanned the text flickering across his semi-transparent visor, tingling with quite an outer-body-experience. As if a terminator of some sort. He unfolded his rubber-strewn arms and began rotating them in a breaststroke, kicking his legs as fast as possible to reach the debris caused by the swift detonation. As he wafted through the dusty sea ambiance, Wes felt another voice. Braunhurst? No. It felt much closer, almost as though an ominous sensation was trickling into his very soul.

    Seeker of the tranquil faith, your knowledge of the knights has served you well, and yet there is still much to be tested...

    Wes hand no luck in recognising the telepathic echo, but he was quite smitten by the compliment. His knowledge of types had served him well, his witty commands triggering the second stage of their advancement. Wes shrugged in tandem with Brawly, the croc franticly revolving in befuddlement. Wes shifted back to his front, only to notice the cloud of dust had finally blanketed against the tiled floor, gently blowing with the calm water’s current. In replacement was an entirely new entry, twisting into two paths. Nonetheless, there was an marvellous slab on its brick wall, depicting an ancient orca which Wes couldn’t quite recognise. Various scarlet lines tattooed its defined cyan body, its eyes flickering as though it wasn’t your run of the mill sculpture. Wes kicked forward for a further look, only to notice a staggering ruby orb jammed between the orca’s serrated teeth. It shimmered with a beauty far more radiant than the other spheres, looking far more solid and crystallised. Could this be the lustrous orb?! He grinned at Brawly, donating this was the adventure he was looking for. Brawly merely snarled, feeling out of action and raring for a hard battle. Wes raised an eyebrow, although another flicker crackled in his ear. This time it was the head honcho, gruffly explaining the trinket before him was no orb of lustre, but more possibly a sentinel guarding the alluring artefact.

    What strength alone cannot attain, a gentle touch of the orca’s fear shall do.
    Two paths, testing knowledge and power, though which ones are which only the pure will see through.

    Wes felt weak as the voices echoed through his head once more, bringing about a migraine which he could no less do without. The riddle however seemed a bit more straightforward to its previous. Switching his attention to the statue of Kyogre, he notices a duet of totems, one hued green and the other yellow. No doubt the riddle referred to the Achilles' heel of the said whale, leaving either a grass or electric type to jolt the archaic figurine. Wes stared the orca dead in the eye, releasing a sigh being at a loss for zapping marines, or leafy aquatics. Then a light bulb flickered at of the adolescents head. There was one alternative, although it was awfully risky and could result in a catastrophic outcome. Anarchy wasn’t part of Wes’ plan, but there seemed no alternative.

    “If you where looking for a battle so much buddy, you may just have one on your hands...” Wes uttered to the shell-suited alligator. He reached down to a strap housing his several Pokeballs, unclipping a sphere as black as night which seemed to be orbited by an ill-omened shadowy smog. Merely fingering the device sent a shiver down his spine, he hesitantly clicked a ringer size button with his other hand. The ball tripled in size, pulsing with the malevolent sensation as though it contained the very essence of sin within its hollowed abyss. He ploughed the Shadow Ball a few paces in front of him, the murky sphere gently drifting to the water’s floor before clanking on the golden tiles. The ball cracked open with a flood of black, causing Wes to shudder in the presence of the inky black spurs. This was a bad idea. Winning the unique Pokémon felt special, but the adolescent began to wonder if he’d bitten off more than he could chew...

    “ˇSoy libre!” he cackled, forming from the bloodcurdling rays of black. Before Wes bobbed a stout, six-legged tadpole, topped at the head with a circular lily that was ever so slightly segmented at the rear. The duck-like species looked rather cute under ordinary circumstances, but this boding evil of a Lotad glowed with a wicked aura. The little Mexican’s skin was a pale grey, his leafy features a dark orchid. However none of the aesthetics stood out more than his bloodcurdling eyes which bulged a striking ruby. Brawly snarled and grimaced, preparing to sock the ‘Tad with some Superpower and whip him with an Irontail if he became unruly. Outlandish behaviour couldn’t be tolerated for a second. Ushering into the presence of the maniac duck, Wes vacantly pointed at the emerald ruin.

    Absorb the trinket’s power with your grass energy”, Wes voiced in a downright rude manner. The boy knew that Negaduck’s heart was vacant and detached, only a voice of authority would grab his attention. He nervously bit the tip of his tongue, waiting for the unruly shadow Pokémon to follow through.

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    Okay, a wee bit of revamping in terms of areas here, nothing massive.

    Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

    Shadow:Placing your concern for the Grunt’s plans, you nevertheless make your orders as Mango begins to place a curse upon herself, her physique seeming to improve as she sacrifices her agility, preparing to take the Gyro Ball you anticipate...until you notice that Bronzor isn’t spiralling forward but rather forming a cannonball and as you watch, the flash cannon careens into Mango, exploding mechanically on her and doing some damage, her typing mercifully buffering much of it as the grunt commanding it facepalms at his Pokémon’s poor choice of attack as the coin takes another faceful of muddy water, the screen unfortunately causing the water to simply drip down, but also letting the residual waste seep through as Bronzor chuckles to itself, just as Mango sends her aquatically-charged tail through the screen, the light shattering into photons as the bulk of the Quagsire punches into Bronzor’s face, sending him reeling into a wall before clattering face-down onto the stone floor, defeated from the strike. Level up for Mango.

    Victorious, you and Mango turn to the grunts as the one with Bronzor shrugs as he recalls the metallic Pokémon before his partner pipes up, advising you to look behind you and as you do, it is only then you notice the hulking shape of the Toxicroak holding Jason down while a Golbat pins his Medicham to the floor, the grunt in front snickering at the trick as you realise he must have been calling for backup, and as you look around, Mango turns to face you before falling asleep right in front of you, the hypnosis from another Golbat successful as the grunts close in on you...

    It is about twenty minutes later that you find yourself behind a large wooden door with Jason, the two of you stripped of your pokeballs and trussed up a bit tight in an empty cell as you question what went wrong, the two guards outside noticing you awake as they casually talk to themselves.

    “Damn them...never thought they could have pulled off something like that here...” Jason sighs as you turn to look at him, the boy frowning as he notes your presence and relays information to you. “You were blindfolded and earmuffed, so you couldn’t find out anything, but these guys are indeed smuggling Pokémon from around here to some other group, I don’t know what, but they’re expecting the carriers to come this afternoon. I overheard those guards talking about it...”

    Gazing around the room, you notice the place to be somewhat devoid of anything interesting in particular, but a slight whine echoing through the halls gives you the idea that not all is as safe for the group as it appears. The sudden crackle of an intercom gets your attention as you listen to the announcement about the ship arriving within thirty minutes. The sound of a latch being released as a Galactic employee, looking somewhat intimidating, marches in as the guards close the door behind him, the man taking a seat on a number of crates.

    “Right, you two, why the hell have you come here? Shouldn’t you nerdy types be at a lab or something, hmm?” the man asks in a seemingly sarcastic, yet threatening tone towards you and Jason, implying his query towards you more than Andrew.

    -=-=-=-

    Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

    Rakurai: Wondering where your Pokémon are, you opt to run blind keeping Flandre in her ball as you usher an apology towards Kiba, and start to feel around the box, praying that it isn’t padlocked. As you do so quietly, your ears attuned to the sounds of the room for possible movement, your heart skips a beat as your hand passes over a simple bolt and hook system, which you carefully release as the cage door opens with a quiet creak, the Electrike walking out and nuzzling you affectionally. With the canine freed, you opt to sneak around the ship rather than burst out all guns blazing as you start to look around the darkened room, in spite of the darkness. Several minutes pass, and after a short time in the room, you hear some rather gruff snarling from one of the boxes as you listen for the sound and head to the source to find yourself looking at a Nidorino in an equally ambiguous cage, the adolescent nido trying to take the latch off with its horn. A small examination of the room later, its snarls go silent as you hear footsteps and as you and Kiba duck behind some boxes, you listen out for the source, your heartbeat rising as the sound of a key turning in a lock gives you a nasty feeling inside.

    The door of the storeroom opens as you peek from between crates, and you notice two pirates enter, one of them closing the door behind the other as the first takes a torch out and flicks the switch, the one behind him keeping silent. As the beam of light scans across the room, you hide behind the crate as you hear the torch wielding pirate curse silently to himself with the realisation that you’re free.

    “That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”

    “Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

    “Wha...”

    A sudden heavy thump followed by a heavier thump coaxes you to peek through the crates once more as you notice the small club weighted with an iron ball held by the pirate as his other half lies on the floor, clearly unconscious as the club-wielder locks the door once more and stuffs the fallen buccaneer into Kiba’s cage, bolting it before giving a sharp whistle that has you holding your ears as the Nidorino growls in anger at the sound, but it’s the approaching footsteps that get you panicky as Kiba prepares to pounce on the pirate.

    “God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...” the pirate sighs in a much more neutral accent as a few clinks on a box fill the air, and after a short period of time you hear him talk once more.

    “Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pokémon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but shit’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

    Looking up at the shadow above you, you note the man’s white hair and beard as well as his eyes which seem to burn with experience as he points a hand to a small cluster of orbs.

    “You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?” The man asks somewhat politely.

    What will you do?

    -=-=-=-

    Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

    Empy: Questioning your lack of tactics, and wondering how best to obtain the orb in the statue’s jaws, you tremble in literal fear as you pluck the devious Shadow Ball from your belt and release your Lotad, Negaduck, whose very body, corrupted in the mysterious Shadow phenomenom gives a heartless chuckle as it appears before you, his hateful crimson eyes darting around the waters, the technology affixing a small suit over him as he glowers at the fabric. As you give your orders to the spiteful tadpole, Negaduck leers at the stone, then towards Brawly as he snarls at the creature in case it tried anything, then to you, before looking back at the emerald crest and frowning, his Mexican brain contemplating the action. As you grow impatient, Brawly barks at the Shadowtad before suddenly falling silent as you swear the waters around the duck become as corrupted as his heart before you realise what is happening: Indeed, Negaduck was following an order to attack, but not the Absorb you thought! As you can only watch, the shadow energy charges in front of the Lotad as you feel your body burning from the sheer hatred emerging from the Pokémon before the evil energy bursts out in a wave of hateful energy towards the trinket, the hate-filled ray striking the rock and billowing against it without avail as Brawly roars at the disobedience and as the Big Jaw Pokémon watches alongside you in astpnishment, Negaduck glares at the lack of handiwork on the archway’s crest and proceeds to simply swim through, away from you into the green tunnel as you frown, your first moment with the Lotad ending up a total farce.

    Giving pursuit to the Mexican lily pad, you enter the tunnel and continue for a short time, the troublesome shadow Pokémon out of your sight before you hear a torrent of lucha cursing down the tunnel. Making your way through, you notice with a start the Lotad in the midst of a tussle with a Pokémon much like him in lineage, only perhaps several dozen million years older as you take note of the pretty emerald orb the Lileep is firmly anchored to. Whirling its head around, the fossil Pokémon flings the angry tadpole your way as it affixes its lily pad to your face, the short moment of you peeling the bugger off your face giving Brawly some time to show his disdain for the mess the creature caused with a gurgle.

    The dark-hearted one is yours, I would assume?

    Looking over at the Lileep, you notice his eyes are aglow with some strange power as a number of small walls rise around the fossil’s body, leaving only the head exposed. As you wonder what the behaviour is about, shamefaced for the Shadow Lotad, the fossil speaks once more.

    There is no shame in this, adventurer, and your presence is welcomed, for I was becoming bored of sitting on this orb. As you may have guessed from the statue, this orb is but one of the keys to attaining that orb in its mouth, and I am but the humble guardian of it.” The Lileep croons, wiggling its tentacles around a bit before returning its stare.

    You may have noticed, but the four walls around my base entomb the orb in a position where no natural means can prise it. To use force would be but fruitless, but to think your way through is the only way. I shall ask you but four questions, and if you get them all right, then the orb’s yours. Get just one wrong, however...and you shall have to answer a new set of questions, your progress eliminated.

    Looking at you, the faint glow around the walls and Negaduck’s urge to rip the eyes off the Lileep as well as Brawly’s restraining said Lotad with some superpower your only company, the ancient Pokémon doles out the first question.

    In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?


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    Okay, a wee bit of revamping in terms of areas here, nothing massive.

    Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

    Shadow:Placing your concern for the Grunt’s plans, you nevertheless make your orders as Mango begins to place a curse upon herself, her physique seeming to improve as she sacrifices her agility, preparing to take the Gyro Ball you anticipate...until you notice that Bronzor isn’t spiralling forward but rather forming a cannonball and as you watch, the flash cannon careens into Mango, exploding mechanically on her and doing some damage, her typing mercifully buffering much of it as the grunt commanding it facepalms at his Pokémon’s poor choice of attack as the coin takes another faceful of muddy water, the screen unfortunately causing the water to simply drip down, but also letting the residual waste seep through as Bronzor chuckles to itself, just as Mango sends her aquatically-charged tail through the screen, the light shattering into photons as the bulk of the Quagsire punches into Bronzor’s face, sending him reeling into a wall before clattering face-down onto the stone floor, defeated from the strike. Level up for Mango.

    Victorious, you and Mango turn to the grunts as the one with Bronzor shrugs as he recalls the metallic Pokémon before his partner pipes up, advising you to look behind you and as you do, it is only then you notice the hulking shape of the Toxicroak holding Jason down while a Golbat pins his Medicham to the floor, the grunt in front snickering at the trick as you realise he must have been calling for backup, and as you look around, Mango turns to face you before falling asleep right in front of you, the hypnosis from another Golbat successful as the grunts close in on you...

    It is about twenty minutes later that you find yourself behind a large wooden door with Jason, the two of you stripped of your pokeballs and trussed up a bit tight in an empty cell as you question what went wrong, the two guards outside noticing you awake as they casually talk to themselves.

    “Damn them...never thought they could have pulled off something like that here...” Jason sighs as you turn to look at him, the boy frowning as he notes your presence and relays information to you. “You were blindfolded and earmuffed, so you couldn’t find out anything, but these guys are indeed smuggling Pokémon from around here to some other group, I don’t know what, but they’re expecting the carriers to come this afternoon. I overheard those guards talking about it...”

    Gazing around the room, you notice the place to be somewhat devoid of anything interesting in particular, but a slight whine echoing through the halls gives you the idea that not all is as safe for the group as it appears. The sudden crackle of an intercom gets your attention as you listen to the announcement about the ship arriving within thirty minutes. The sound of a latch being released as a Galactic employee, looking somewhat intimidating, marches in as the guards close the door behind him, the man taking a seat on a number of crates.

    “Right, you two, why the hell have you come here? Shouldn’t you nerdy types be at a lab or something, hmm?” the man asks in a seemingly sarcastic, yet threatening tone towards you and Jason, implying his query towards you more than Andrew.
    Grimacing on the inside, Shadow's eyes met that of the Galactic personnel, snarky and disdainful as he looked down on the scientist. If what Jason overheard was true, the entire base would be cleared out of incriminating evidence in the form of captured Pokémon, and chances were that the organisation would follow without the two of them. Water Pokémon were being passed onto another group... A Water-themed group. Where had he heard that one before?...

    Mango! Realisation jolted through him, subtle like a slap to the face. If Water Pokémon were what Galactic was after he had effectively endangered her by bringing her here. Anger pulsed through his veins but little else could be done. Pausing for an attempt at rational thought, he began his response.

    "Oh, I was at a lab for a short while. Went on a field examination to study the local wildlife. Last time I checked the local Pokémon don't usually find themselves in cages," Shadow stated calmly, but his mind was busy as his fingers twitched. If only his PokéBalls were taken away, all he could hope for was something to use amongst his items... something that could temporarily incapacitate the enemy. Perhaps... a Figy Berry? He had a sample of that, and the Berry was said to be full of spicy substances. If he could break free for a moment, he might be able to get into his pockets, bring out the Berry and rip open its juices to push into the eyes of the man and his guards. It was a desperate plan, but Shadow could think of little other options.

    "I say, kind sir... would you happen to have a toilet around here? I feel an urge to urinate coming on," quipped Shadow. "I'm sure your boss wouldn't want one of his vital storage facilities soiled with the stench of my wee..."
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    S.S Lanturn Wreck

    Lilblue: The situation over, you give your thanks to the cultist, answering his curiosity and as you explain, you wonder whether the man, with his rather catchy headband, the symbol seeming to be a silver crescent halo over a golden sun with beams around it, is hostile or not, before apologising for the foolishness, to which the man merely shrugs at.

    “Hey, it’s okay, youngster, your sudden intrusion gave me and Leo something to do.” The man replies as you realise that you’re speaking to Vito just as the medic, seemingly Leo, comes with Tessie in tow, her injured flipper bandaged comfortably as she cooes happily, her song calming your spirits as you ask your questions in your head as Vito listens with increased curiosity before nodding.

    “I’ll be happy to answer, though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pokémon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

    After recalling Tessie, who you realise would be too large for the doorway, you follow Leo and Vito into the liner, heading down a few corridors, your eyes taking in the startling conditions indoors, as though the ship was cleaned each day as you head into a somewhat spacious hall, large enough for a Pokémon battle but kitted out with recreational systems and a large lounge, several other cultists chilling out while another looks in your direction before finishing his drink and heading towards the three of you, before the two cultists give a small bow.

    “Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

    Looking at the man, wearing a chain with the same insignia as the headbands before looking at his face, a small goatee accompanied by a pair of silvered eyes as he profers a seat to you at a lounger before Leo and Vito grab some snacks and take them to the table.

    “Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colourful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

    As you listen to Cain’s words, the brief history of each age, from the Emperor’s age where Aoran fought against them and calmed the fury of the corrupted legendary Pokémon Regigigas that they had enslaved before, to the Aqua war where their numbers were decimated to merely thirty five who stood valiantly on the Thunder Plains of Laguna Peninsula against the terminally aggressive Team Aqua before their Fizzytopia campaign was shattered on the battle at the ruins of the castle situated within the plains, you find that the two cultists who aided you before have left before you give your inquiry about the shells.

    “Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us, of course, but the Lapras shells you speak of are our current objective. Thanks to your intrusion, we have confirmed that the smugglers are a splinter group of Team Magma who have set up a base of operations somewhere near the Lanturn. As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pokémon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armour overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pokémon of any kind, especially not water Pokémon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumours that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

    As Cain pauses for breath, the warm hall and relaxing surroundings gives you a feeling of sanctitude before Vito returns with a small pamphlet which he gives to Cain before sitting again and talks to you as Cain reads through the information.

    “I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

    “Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain announces to the cultists in the room as they turn to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is. However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” he states with a solemn tone as you realise what he means by a great cost as Vito hangs his head in some sorrow.

    “Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

    Turning towards you, Cain sits back down as Vito heads through the door in a slight hurry while the cult master fills you in on some information regarding the shells.

    “We’re not one to sell illegal goods, and our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favour for nothing.”

    The situation regarding the shells sounds exciting, and it seems that there’s not much choice in the matter, in spite of the cult seeming to be a friendly organisation.
    The man she spoke to – Vito – answered her apology with kindly reassurance. At the same moment, Jess felt a relaxing song quiet down her unsteady heart, and she turned to watch Leo approach them with a humming Tessie in tow. She smiled, returning to Vito and her questions.

    He listened to her queries with increasing interest, nodding attentively. “I’ll be happy to answer,” he cheerfully replied, “Though chances are you’re getting a bit nippy, as Flipper seems to be detecting a rainstorm coming. It’s best to head inside, then we can discuss your queries, as well as get your Pokémon healed up from that battle, which I’ll admit you pulled off with aplomb.”

    It was true, she hadn’t noticed how negative and gloomy the climate had fallen during the heat of the battle. Now she rubbed her hands consciously. Slipping Tessie’s Pokéball from her belt, she recalled the Lapras to allow her some needed rest. She then followed Leo and Vito below deck, treading quickly in their footsteps for fear of losing her only guides to the havocked hull. As they navigated through the dim corridors, though, the spruceness of the walls and floor surprised her. Someone had taken care to mend and tidy the hull thoroughly, as if the ship were still in use.

    They stumbled abruptly on a spacious hall, and Jessica startled a little in astonishment, halting at the doorway. First, the dramatic expanse of brightness overwhelmed her eyes. Then, as she adjusted, she realized the presence of recreational equipment and a lounge, serving satisfaction and indulgence to several unwinding cultists. She stared bemusedly at the unexpected scene. Contrary to its “abandoned” status, the hall felt hospitable, habitable, a bit homey even.

    A man glanced in their direction, recognizing the two beside her. He downed the rest of his drink, and quickly stood up. Crossing the vastness in great strides, he bowed slightly before his associates.

    “Master, this youngster came here on an adventurous whim and has involuntarily aided us in confirming the identity of the hunters, although she’s a few questions to ask about.”

    As Vito spoke, Jessica’s eyes traveled along a chain that hung from the arched man, noting the same insignia as the men’s headbands. As he lifted his gaze to her, she traced slowly along the infinite links to his face, described by a trim goatee and silvered eyes.

    He volunteered a lounger to her. She accepted.

    Leo and Vito grabbed some snacks and took them to the table, setting it courteously as the Master cleared his throat and began to speak:

    “Well, youngster, your appearance here, while unprecedented, is welcoming. We are a group known as the Sol Cult, athough our history has been one that has been both colorful and bleak. Ever since the age of the Emperor and the Aqua war, we’ve turned our attentions from attaining domination throughout Fizzytopia to our new mission: Keeping a vigilante peace throughout Laguna Peninsula. Though I am stated as a Master among our men, my real name is Cain, and I am the acting Overlord while our Aoran is on his infiltration job elsewhere. Overlord Aoran has attained his fame by destroying our old aims of conquest and has put aside our past aggressions against his homeland to lead us into a new age of peace.”

    He carried on, describing the history of the cult throughout many ages. At first, Jessica earnestly tried to pay rapt attention to his words, though as they droned on the sentences began to merge and envelop her like a weighted blanket. She hardly noticed Leo and Vito exit quietly, leaving the girl alone with the somnolent tones. Her mind slowly began to wander, eyes sliding past the interlocutor’s face to stare impassively at the wall. Her eyelids drooped steadily, despite her best efforts to immobilize them.

    He must have noticed her fading awareness. “Ah, my apologies. I do tend to go on about the history, as I’m among the few survivors of that cruel war. Our days of evil are behind us [I[murmur murmur[/I] the Lapras shells you speak of are our murmur. Thanks to your murmur, we have confirmed that the murmur murmur are a splinter group of Team Magma...”

    Her interest perked again at the mention of “Team Magma”. She recognized that name. Years ago, she ran into the organization, and barely escaped with the safety of herself plus a new friend. Her hand instinctively closed around the surface of a green Pokéball, and she sat straight, engrossing herself in the man’s following speech.

    “As it is, our spy among them has relayed information about a large number of shells from the endangered Pokémon Lapras, as you will know. As the situation goes, we’re not sure where the shells are, but we do know that their market value as armor overseas and in illegal medicine is easily a seven figure sum. We, of course, do not tolerate harm to Pokémon of any kind, especially not water Pokémon. While the situation is somewhat erroneous, we have heard rumors that the shipment of the shells to a processing factory is imminent, though exactly when is unknown.”

    He paused for breath, as did she, sighing with relief. These people, at least, seemed to be on the good side. The warmth and silence of the hall inflated her with comfort for a moment.

    She jumped as Vito appeared beside her, and handed a small pamphlet to Cain before sitting down again. He nodded and addressed Jessica as the Master read through the information.

    “I assume the Master has told you of the situation and who we are, and naturally I’m curious as to your name as well. Of course, your help here was involuntary and I’m sorry for dragging you into this, but your want of adventure, I guess, is being fulfilled, ehehe...”

    A shiver ran down Jess’s back. Just what had she gotten herself into?

    “Ah, we’ve got progress, people!” Cain’s voice cut sharply through the stillness, and all the cultists in the room turned to him. “The shells will be shipped within eight hours from one of the undersea caves in the vicinity, and the best part is, we know where said cave is.”

    Then, his excitement suddenly dropped to gravity, like a stone. “However, his information came at a cost too great to compromise...” Next to her, Vito hung his head in sorrow, and Jessica respectfully did the same.

    “Although it hurts, to say the least, we must hold our heads high and strike while they’re busy. We’ll advance for the cave in three hours, prepare yourselves.”

    Cain sat back down. At the same moment, Vito stood up and hastily left the room. Jess watched him go, then turned slowly back to Cain, whom she realized had been thoughtfully regarding her spine.

    “We’re not one to sell illegal goods,” he quickly assured, “And our aim in this mission is simply to obtain the shells from their hiding place in the ship and to transport them to shore where they’ll be handed in to authorities for suitable disposal. On account of the Sol Cult, I request for your aid in this operation, youngster. I overheard your conversation with Vito there, and by your skills at fending off that Garchomp, we could certainly use your help. Naturally we will reward you for the help, for we can’t ask a favor for nothing.”

    Jessica hesitated, glancing about the somber or else determined faces in the room, surrounding her, mild pressure. She hesitated. First of all, she wasn’t confident that her skills could be of any assistance. But by requesting her aid, it must mean that the situation warranted all the support they could find. She reasonably trusted these people by now, and felt obliged to return the enormous favor they had bestowed upon her. (Aside from the mission at hand, a chance to confront Team Magma for past grievances was also tempting.) Either way, it seemed she had little choice in the matter.

    “All right.” She consented softly. “I’ll join you. How can I help?”
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    Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

    Empy: Questioning your lack of tactics, and wondering how best to obtain the orb in the statue’s jaws, you tremble in literal fear as you pluck the devious Shadow Ball from your belt and release your Lotad, Negaduck, whose very body, corrupted in the mysterious Shadow phenomenom gives a heartless chuckle as it appears before you, his hateful crimson eyes darting around the waters, the technology affixing a small suit over him as he glowers at the fabric. As you give your orders to the spiteful tadpole, Negaduck leers at the stone, then towards Brawly as he snarls at the creature in case it tried anything, then to you, before looking back at the emerald crest and frowning, his Mexican brain contemplating the action. As you grow impatient, Brawly barks at the Shadowtad before suddenly falling silent as you swear the waters around the duck become as corrupted as his heart before you realise what is happening: Indeed, Negaduck was following an order to attack, but not the Absorb you thought! As you can only watch, the shadow energy charges in front of the Lotad as you feel your body burning from the sheer hatred emerging from the Pokémon before the evil energy bursts out in a wave of hateful energy towards the trinket, the hate-filled ray striking the rock and billowing against it without avail as Brawly roars at the disobedience and as the Big Jaw Pokémon watches alongside you in astpnishment, Negaduck glares at the lack of handiwork on the archway’s crest and proceeds to simply swim through, away from you into the green tunnel as you frown, your first moment with the Lotad ending up a total farce.

    Giving pursuit to the Mexican lily pad, you enter the tunnel and continue for a short time, the troublesome shadow Pokémon out of your sight before you hear a torrent of lucha cursing down the tunnel. Making your way through, you notice with a start the Lotad in the midst of a tussle with a Pokémon much like him in lineage, only perhaps several dozen million years older as you take note of the pretty emerald orb the Lileep is firmly anchored to. Whirling its head around, the fossil Pokémon flings the angry tadpole your way as it affixes its lily pad to your face, the short moment of you peeling the bugger off your face giving Brawly some time to show his disdain for the mess the creature caused with a gurgle.

    The dark-hearted one is yours, I would assume?

    Looking over at the Lileep, you notice his eyes are aglow with some strange power as a number of small walls rise around the fossil’s body, leaving only the head exposed. As you wonder what the behaviour is about, shamefaced for the Shadow Lotad, the fossil speaks once more.

    There is no shame in this, adventurer, and your presence is welcomed, for I was becoming bored of sitting on this orb. As you may have guessed from the statue, this orb is but one of the keys to attaining that orb in its mouth, and I am but the humble guardian of it.” The Lileep croons, wiggling its tentacles around a bit before returning its stare.

    You may have noticed, but the four walls around my base entomb the orb in a position where no natural means can prise it. To use force would be but fruitless, but to think your way through is the only way. I shall ask you but four questions, and if you get them all right, then the orb’s yours. Get just one wrong, however...and you shall have to answer a new set of questions, your progress eliminated.

    Looking at you, the faint glow around the walls and Negaduck’s urge to rip the eyes off the Lileep as well as Brawly’s restraining said Lotad with some superpower your only company, the ancient Pokémon doles out the first question.

    In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?
    Wes sighed as the crazed beaner shrugged off Wes’ orders and instead readied a nasty shadow wave. The dark energy pulsed through the lotus’ stout body, suddenly pouring from his smooth purple skin and shaping into a flourish of black torrent. The dark energy rhythmed across the tattered ruin, slapping the archaic sculpture of the mighty orca from all angles. Brawly snarled in heat, coiling his fist and baring his knuckles for some retribution. Wes grinned, only to gasp as a passage way creaked open. The cold-blooded attack had qualified as a fear, no less something the adolescent was surprised with. Wes shrugged as Brawly held his fire, the two kicking in tow of Negaduck for the newfound passageway. Wes knew he and the evil tad would never be friends, but knowing he was doing his bit to prevent one of the black-hearted monsters from creating elsewhere anarchy was good enough for him. Perhaps one day he would establish a bond, the dark Pokémon loosing the shadowy status he was marvelled for. Wes pondered upon these thoughts as he watched Negaduck stroke his six stubby legs and advance into the next crypt, cute albeit the nasty gases he was oozing with...

    Wes’ breaststroke came to a halt, lowering to a standstill and squinting at the small shrub known as Lileep. The adolescent had one of the fossils himself, although it wasn’t part of his select six for the deep-sea exploration. Instead he presumed Brawly would take centre stage, with the stunning Kingdra in tow and a half-a-dozen more marine species. What was more eye-catching about the Lileep was the glasseous green orb she was anchored too, tightly glued with her blotchy suction cups. Negaduck had an eye for chaos, flailing forward en route of the ancient flora with his razor-sharp teeth bare. Wes was happy to see the plant gently brush off the Lotad with her vicious tendrils, Negaduck sheepishly ricocheting as she began to speak... a fortification grew around her, leaving the Lileep’s bulbous head bobbing from the top like some sort of plant pot. Wes mused over her words, baffled enough to see the mystical creature speak the human tongue. Knowledge was her forte, the Lileep preparing a spitfire of trivial questions for the trainer to answer. A large lump grew in his throat, the trainer fully aware he’d need to be on the quickest of wits. With Wes all-ears, Brawly was quick to buffet the twitchy Negaduck with his broad tail, snarling as he wrestled the tad into an uncomfortable position...

    “In terms of the official Pokémon Encyclopedia Index listings, how many Pokémon are capable of learning the technical machine Stone Edge?”

    Wes paused for a moment, lifting a finger, before rustling through his utility belt for a regional Pokedex. Having purchased the swanky device, the young trainer had seldom seen a process it couldn’t do. He’d mused over the interesting flavour text, strategized over the analytical base stats, and now it’d prove a useful gizmo for a sticky situation. Wes fingered through the Hoenn Dex’s several buttons, coming across a encyclopedia of pokemon moves and scrolling down to “Stone Edge”. With a short animation of the impressive assault, an impressive Golem firing razored shards of rock from the pebble-strewn earth at a whim, Wes poked at the several species capable of learning such a move.

    “One, Two, Three... 88!” Wes smirked gallantly, having finally reached a number after several minutes of losing his count. Wes crossed his fingers as he eagerly eyed the tentecled quizmaster, all the while Brawly struggling Negaduck into a Superpowered headlock.

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    Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

    Rakurai: Wondering where your Pokémon are, you opt to run blind keeping Flandre in her ball as you usher an apology towards Kiba, and start to feel around the box, praying that it isn’t padlocked. As you do so quietly, your ears attuned to the sounds of the room for possible movement, your heart skips a beat as your hand passes over a simple bolt and hook system, which you carefully release as the cage door opens with a quiet creak, the Electrike walking out and nuzzling you affectionally. With the canine freed, you opt to sneak around the ship rather than burst out all guns blazing as you start to look around the darkened room, in spite of the darkness. Several minutes pass, and after a short time in the room, you hear some rather gruff snarling from one of the boxes as you listen for the sound and head to the source to find yourself looking at a Nidorino in an equally ambiguous cage, the adolescent nido trying to take the latch off with its horn. A small examination of the room later, its snarls go silent as you hear footsteps and as you and Kiba duck behind some boxes, you listen out for the source, your heartbeat rising as the sound of a key turning in a lock gives you a nasty feeling inside.

    The door of the storeroom opens as you peek from between crates, and you notice two pirates enter, one of them closing the door behind the other as the first takes a torch out and flicks the switch, the one behind him keeping silent. As the beam of light scans across the room, you hide behind the crate as you hear the torch wielding pirate curse silently to himself with the realisation that you’re free.

    “That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”

    “Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

    “Wha...”

    A sudden heavy thump followed by a heavier thump coaxes you to peek through the crates once more as you notice the small club weighted with an iron ball held by the pirate as his other half lies on the floor, clearly unconscious as the club-wielder locks the door once more and stuffs the fallen buccaneer into Kiba’s cage, bolting it before giving a sharp whistle that has you holding your ears as the Nidorino growls in anger at the sound, but it’s the approaching footsteps that get you panicky as Kiba prepares to pounce on the pirate.

    “God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...” the pirate sighs in a much more neutral accent as a few clinks on a box fill the air, and after a short period of time you hear him talk once more.

    “Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pokémon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but shit’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

    Looking up at the shadow above you, you note the man’s white hair and beard as well as his eyes which seem to burn with experience as he points a hand to a small cluster of orbs.

    “You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?” The man asks somewhat politely.

    What will you do?
    "Thank goodness...", Katsu thought as he unhooked the simple lock on Kiba's cage, having realized how ridiculous of an idea trying to bring it with him would've been, especially considering his rather lacking physical prowess. He smiled warmly as the Electrike stepped out of his cramped prison and nuzzled against him.

    "We best get moving before anyone notices we're free. Just make sure you tread carefully and quietly.", the trainer whispered, rising to his feet before beginning to slowly make his way through the darkness of the storeroom. Kiba responded with the usual nod of his head before following suit, albeit with much greater ease, thanks to his keener senses. Before long, a snarl from one of the many boxes caught Katsu's attention, and out of curiosity, he went in the direction of the noise, and soon spotted the source; an angry Nidorino who was being kept captive in the same sort of cage Kiba was in.

    "Another captive Pokemon... I wonder if his owner is around here somewhere?", he mused, before his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, which prompted him and Kiba to take cover. Worry and fear began to build within him when he heard the sound of the storeroom's door being opened, and he watched discreetly as a pair of pirates entered the room, though he quickly ducked out of sight once more upon noticing the torch the first of them was holding.

    “That little crapstain...He’ll walk the plank if I get me mitts on ‘im...”, cursed the pirate with the torch, which made Katsu gulp, for he knew he was undoubtedly the one the pirate was referring to. While he was confident Kiba could protect him from the two pirates, there wasn't anything keeping them from sounding the alarm, plus they knew he was hiding in the storeroom somewhere, so escape was out of the question. The situation seemed rather hopeless, at least until the second pirate said something that caught his attention.

    “Yarr, ye think, lobster-pot?”

    He then heard a pair of thumps, and he peered between the crates to see that the first pirate had been knocked out cold by the second, who proceeded to cram his unsuspecting victim into Kiba's cage before locking it. After releasing a sharp whistle, the pirate began to make his way in Katsu's direction, to which Kiba prepared to strike. "Just what could this guy be up to?", wondered Katsu, as he backed behind Kiba, feeling uncertain about what to make of the stranger's actions.

    “God, these guys seem stupider than stereotypes make them out to be...”, remarked the pirate as he walked over to the crates before placing something on top of them. The statement gave Katsu the impression that the man wasn't actually a pirate, and it was soon confirmed when he addressed him directly shortly after.

    “Katsu, I believe that Andrew guy called you? You’re in relatively safe hands, and I’ve got your Pokémon here on this box. I know you’ve questions you need to ask, and that’s why I’m here. Getting into this ship and mingling with these crewmen wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you, but shit’s going to go down, and there’s only so much time left until my disguise is compromised.”

    "So this guy's an infiltrator? That certainly is fortunate for us.", Katsu thought as he breathed a sigh of relief at knowing the man wasn't with the pirates, and that his Pokemon were all safe. Kiba had been growling rather fiercely until he noticed his trainer's reaction to the man's words and ceased, reasoning that he wasn't a threat.

    “You are familiar with the name Drake, are you?”, asked the man.

    "Yes. I've heard it before...", Katsu said in response, raising a hand to his chin as he tried to recall why the name was familiar to him. After a moment, he almost jumped, for he had remembered some details about a particularly noteworthy fellow who went by that name.

    "Wait... Do you mean Drake, as in the dragon trainer, and Hoenn Elite Four member Drake?", he asked, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. At first, it seemed terribly unlikely to him that a trainer of such high status could be standing before him, but when he took a moment to study the man's appearance, the features seemed to match, and he had the look of someone who was very experienced.

    "It's a honor to meet someone like you in person! Oh, and thanks for getting my Pokemon back! I was really worried about them.", he continued, standing and taking a quick bow out of respect, before taking his Pokeballs from the top of the crate. After affixing them to his belt, he asked the questions that Drake.

    "Are Andrew and his Pokemon all right? Also, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what do you plan on doing here? If it involves stopping these pirates, me and Kiba would be eager to help out, since they've really ruined our day..."
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    Amras has told me he's dropping out here, so there's a space open for anyone who wants to enter. While I'm here, if Centin and Arcanumghost don't reply by the next updates, their places will go to whoever wants them, just a warning.

    Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

    Shadow: Your plans on the inside as you make your inquiry, you await his response, which comes in the form of a hefty clout in the ear as the man spits on the ground at such a comment.

    Pfeh! I couldn’t care less what happens to this storeroom, kid, and your little story isn’t playing wise there either. I know you were here to release these Pokémon, and you fail to realise that I AM the boss around these parts! I wouldn’t give a crap if you soiled yourself, once we’re done here we’ll dispose of you meddling kids, and launder your Pokémon in some way! Enjoy your time here, brat!”

    Giving you a forceful kick in the knee, a hiss emerging from your mouth at the pain, you squirm and try and release yourself, only to find your bonds well and truly tightened a smidge. As Jason glares towards the commander as he leaves the storeroom, locking the door and taking his guards with him, the room seems to darken a little as Jason begins to whimper much like a canine. As you wonder where the lighting went, a large grey hand affixes itself to your shoulder as well as Jason’s before the owner of said hand tightens its grip and hauls the two of you through a strange rift, darkness swallowing you as you gasp for breath before finding yourself in a hallway which seems quite empty, and turning around you notice a somewhat familiar face: Grim the Dusknoir!

    “You’re lucky I found the storage facility, Numbuh thirty-seven, in spite of the fact that your other operatives are AWOL.”

    As a gust of wind slices your bonds you turn to look at a young lad of around 12, sporting casual gear as well as a rather conspicuous Forretress blinking at you as Jason questions who this fellow is, as well as the whole numbuh thing as the child gives a sigh.

    “This place has a Raduh-Jammuh system around it, so command still doesn’t know we’ve a base here. We need to move it, otherwise you’re gonna be several operatives short. I’m surprised, though: I’ve heard rumours of you, but to have a Pokémon with shadow force is surprising. You’ll have likely guessed by now, Numbuh 37, but I’m a KND agent as well, Numbuh three-eight-seven, seeking vengeance for the termination of my Sector Lagunuh squad after this Galactic group hustled in all guns blazing. I never saw ya, never knew ya, and will keep your current ID hidden from command, so long as you aid me here.”

    What will you do?

    -=-=-

    Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

    Rakurai: A few seconds of contemplation, you realise who the man is as you give a mark of respect and thanks for the Elite Four member as you question his presence on the ship, to which the Dragon Master gives a small chuckle.

    “Your assumption’s correct, Katsu. I’ve took some time in getting onto the Ruby Chatot and mingling amongst the crew, and it’s paid off now. As you may have guessed, I’m here to finish Captain Diam’s reign of terror on these seas, yet I’m surprised that a mere Chatot could rise to such power...

    “Nevertheless, we’re best headed out when you’re ready.”

    Grabbing your team’s balls, you and Kiba follow Drake out the storage room after he releases the Nidorino, which staggers out the cage and makes a break for freedom, barrelling down a hallway to some drunken swearing as the three of you dash the other way. Heading up some stairs, Drake pulls you into a room before plucking one of his balls from his belt and giving it a small hurl to reveal a vicious-looking Flygon, the dragonfly gazing around the area before giving a low growl and turning to the window. Within seconds, there is a large hole where said plated glass was, and as Drake releases an Altaria, he beckons you and Kiba onboard. Clambering on, the avian takes flight out of the makeshift aerie before flapping onto the deck as a large number of the pirates stand around bewildered at the flight, just as the two dragons unleash furious dragonbreaths, cutting a runway through the crowds as you and the master land, Drake releasing a Shelgon into the medley as he calls to you.

    “Katsu! Your pal Andrew is holed up in tha cabin there! Chances are you’ll have to fight your way through, get him out of there! I’ll hold these barnacles off for you!”

    As the dragons assault the pirates, you look up to the rear of the ship to see a very small flapping figure seemingly swearing at the turn of events before you make a run for the cabin. However, your road is blocked by a familiar Machoke as Hugh cracks his knuckles, ready to clobber you as he leers at you...

    What will you do?

    -=-=-

    S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Interior.

    Lilblue: Considering your past experience with Magma, and partly driven with vengeance for their earlier works, you accept with a slight air of reluctance, at which Cain nods silently to before rubbing his head.

    “That is good news, we’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there,” Cain finishes as he points to a doorway where a few cultists are making their way for.

    Following them, the rather neutral chatter amongst them eventually takes you to a station much like a Pokémon Center, with a healing machine located near the back of the room. Placing your balls on the mechanism for some recovery, you turn at a tap on your shoulder to find Vito holding a small chain with the cult insignia emblazoned on it.

    “Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

    Handing the necklace to you, he turns for the door and exits with some haste before you notice the piece of paper under the note, opening it to find a message, seemingly from him.

    “Meet me on deck.”

    What will you do?

    -=-=-

    Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

    Empy: Your pokedex your ally, you make a swift calculation, thankful for the cover waterproofing the electrical device as you turn to the Lileep, whose eyes glow with slight interest as he gives a small nod.

    “Close enough. It’s actually about 87, but I never really bothered to count stuff like that. I guess it’s a bit lonely down here, but an answer’s an answer.”

    As you watch, Negaduck in his headlock as Brawly’s strength easily keeps the tadpole under constriction, one of the walls around the Lileep falls in a mystical fashion as the fossil racks its mind, almost as though searching a database for your next question.

    “Here’s how it goes. Questions two and three are interconnected in the way that they follow a specific order, according to the official pokedex numbering system. For example, Bulbasaur’s 1, Turtwig’s 387, while the theoretical legendary mythological figmental Arceus stands at 493. You understand, right? Good.”

    “Question two is thus: If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?”

    “While we’re here, I’ll plug number 3 on you as well. Lickitung, as you know, evolves into Lickilicky, and Aipom evolves into Ambipom. If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?”

    With the questions plugged, Negaduck takes on a sudden confounded look as you think about the two questions, attempting to find logic within them and with them, the answer.

    “You got any ideas, kiddo?”


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    Quote Originally Posted by fishyfool View Post
    S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Interior.

    Lilblue: Considering your past experience with Magma, and partly driven with vengeance for their earlier works, you accept with a slight air of reluctance, at which Cain nods silently to before rubbing his head.

    “That is good news, we’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there,” Cain finishes as he points to a doorway where a few cultists are making their way for.

    Following them, the rather neutral chatter amongst them eventually takes you to a station much like a Pokémon Center, with a healing machine located near the back of the room. Placing your balls on the mechanism for some recovery, you turn at a tap on your shoulder to find Vito holding a small chain with the cult insignia emblazoned on it.

    “Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

    Handing the necklace to you, he turns for the door and exits with some haste before you notice the piece of paper under the note, opening it to find a message, seemingly from him.

    “Meet me on deck.”

    What will you do?
    Cain nodded silently. Then, the lines of his face softened. Without thought, he rubbed the back of his head, like a shy boy asking for a favor. Contrary to this youthful gesture, his timeworn eyes appeared jaded and dim, certainly no fresh sparks of enthusiasm. He seemed fatigued.

    “That is good news. We’re not massive in numbers, not like we used to be. As it stands, we know where the entrance is, further in the bowels of the ship. You probably didn’t know, but the Lanturn ran aground a large coral reef, the stony substance keeping it afloat, and Magma has placed their base of operations in the caves the coral is based upon. Of course, we’ve a deadlock with them right now further down the ship, one which we’ve been holding for a few weeks now, and it’s starting to wear us down. There should be some stiff resistance there, but once we break through, we can mess their operations up. It seems you’re familiar with Vito, so I’ll have him group with you and another member of the cult when we’re ready. It’s advised to prepare yourself, along with the others through there.”

    He pointed to a doorway, where several cultists were making their way slowly. She glanced at her host for a moment, gathering the image of his tired frame. She nodded quietly in understanding, and stood up. Hesitating, she granted a slight, uncertain bow to him, before hurrying off to join the procession. She quickly hid her embarrassment between two layers of dispassionate discussion, sighing as she felt the close murmur surround her. Her ears extended to the murmur. Their dialogue did not involve her. Good.

    Guarded by a shield of conversation, she walked between, but not among. A part of the group, but still apart. She felt safer that way.

    They filed, one by one, into a station. It was clean and well-equipped. The somewhat crowded, but sanitary setting reminded her of a Pokémon Center. There was even a healing machine in the back corner, where she appreciatively placed her four Pokéballs for additional care. There was a warm feeling too, slightly anxious and expectant, that reminded her of a waiting room. A thick feeling that hung in the air, charged and heavy, like the gathering dampness of clouds before a storm. An almost palpable weight on her shoulders. Was it nervousness? Excitement? No, more like tension. Yes, that was the word to describe it.

    She felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to confront Vito, who held out a shining object towards her.

    “Wear this, it’ll prevent us accidentally taking you for a Magma member.”

    She took the chain without thinking. As he left, Jessica realized that the chain bore the same sun-and-moon insignia as the other members’ accessories. Her eyes traced the lusty curve of the moon, encircling the sun as if in an intimate, infinite embrace. Below, their coupling gave birth to darkness.

    Suddenly, her gaze paused. Underneath the pendant, the corner of a message emerged, tucked and folded subtly against her palm. She glanced up to the doorway. The deliverer had already vanished through it. She was about to pick it up and read it candidly amidst the crowd, but then thought twice, registering the care and surreptitiousness of the act. It was a whisper for her attention, certainly no clamor for anyone else’s.

    Slipping the chain into the pocket of her sweatshirt, she retreated to the farthest corner of the room. There, she inconspicuously turned her back to the others, removing just the note with her fingertips. Unfolding it, she hastily scanned the brief message:

    “Meet me on deck.”

    That was it. She stuffed the letter back into her pocket, and weaved unobtrusively back to her position. She was a habitual introvert, oftentimes paranoid of other people’s opinions of her, and so years of deliberate efforts to make her existence invisible to their eyes proved quite effective in this situation. When she reached the machine, she paused again, wondering if she should actually respond to this direction. If this was a call to begin the mission, why couldn’t Vito have simply informed her of it in person? Unless something else, something truly secretive, was amiss. While she had no idea what Vito could want of her, alone on the deck (the location was also somewhat suspicious: didn’t Cain say that the entrance to the Magma base was deeper inside the ship?), or whether in fact the note was from him or he was simply a messenger, it was certain that the document was firmly requesting her presence.

    If this is part of the mission, I guess it would look pretty stupid of me not to show. She argued with herself. He saved your life, anyway. You should at least try to repay the favor by showing him some courtesy.

    With that reasonable assertion, she quickly surrendered her reservation. She reluctantly plucked Tessie’s, Custard’s, Bobble’s, and Haruki’s Pokéballs from the machine, wishing she could give them more time to heal, but also unwilling to leave them behind with a room full of strangers. She moved like a shadow towards the door, escaping silently and without notice.

    Once back in the corridor, she paused. Now what? She couldn’t remember how to get back to the deck. If she wandered the ship without a guide, she was sure to be caught by someone – or even worse, find herself inevitably lost and not encounter anyone who could assist her. Great. What a dilemma.

    In a desperate search for something that could help her find her way, she shoved her hands back into her pockets, and remembered the chain. No sense not to wear it, I suppose, if it’ll offer protection. Hopefully at least none of the members will attack me if I run into them.

    She slipped the chain over her neck. Suddenly, another thought occurred to her: What if she ran into a Team Magma member? That would be even worse, she should probably keep the sign hidden for now unless she had to reveal it as proof of comradeship. She slid the necklace between her shirt and her jacket, sensing the small ornament connect with the other pendant she always wore: her private treasure, evidence of her true allegiance. She lay her hand over the symbol, feeling the symmetrical indents lightly against her chest. She smiled.

    Back to the task at hand. What else did she have? There was still the note. Might that provide any clues? Ah, perhaps…!

    She grabbed a Pokéball from her belt, and in a flash, released a small, brown-and-white raccoon onto the scene. The Zigzagoon blinked and instantly leaped into his trainer’s arms, joyfully licking her face. She giggled softly, then quickly told him hush, to which he immediately responded. He comically froze his body, except for his tongue, which still hung out of his mouth as he panted. Jess chuckled quietly and deposited him on the floor, where he broke out of his calm and raced a few customary circles around her legs.

    “Kief, enough. I need you to do something for me.”

    He halted obediently in front of his trainer, grinning up at her. Yes, yes? What is it? What can I help you with? His starry black eyes seemed to say.

    She knelt down and showed him the note. He bounded forth and sniffed the paper experimentally. (“Not for you to eat,” she sternly reminded, though both were aware that she was simply joking.)

    “Kief, can you use your ODOR SLEUTH to find the person who wrote this note? I think they’re supposed to be on the deck of this ship.”

    The Zigzagoon nodded, excluding his usual bark. He turned around and began scouring the floor, searching carefully for the author’s scent trail. Jessica stood up, smiling as she watched her little detective in action.

    “Thanks, Kief. I’m counting on you to direct me.”
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    Quote Originally Posted by fishyfool View Post
    Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

    Shadow: Your plans on the inside as you make your inquiry, you await his response, which comes in the form of a hefty clout in the ear as the man spits on the ground at such a comment.

    Pfeh! I couldn’t care less what happens to this storeroom, kid, and your little story isn’t playing wise there either. I know you were here to release these Pokémon, and you fail to realise that I AM the boss around these parts! I wouldn’t give a crap if you soiled yourself, once we’re done here we’ll dispose of you meddling kids, and launder your Pokémon in some way! Enjoy your time here, brat!”

    Giving you a forceful kick in the knee, a hiss emerging from your mouth at the pain, you squirm and try and release yourself, only to find your bonds well and truly tightened a smidge. As Jason glares towards the commander as he leaves the storeroom, locking the door and taking his guards with him, the room seems to darken a little as Jason begins to whimper much like a canine. As you wonder where the lighting went, a large grey hand affixes itself to your shoulder as well as Jason’s before the owner of said hand tightens its grip and hauls the two of you through a strange rift, darkness swallowing you as you gasp for breath before finding yourself in a hallway which seems quite empty, and turning around you notice a somewhat familiar face: Grim the Dusknoir!

    “You’re lucky I found the storage facility, Numbuh thirty-seven, in spite of the fact that your other operatives are AWOL.”

    As a gust of wind slices your bonds you turn to look at a young lad of around 12, sporting casual gear as well as a rather conspicuous Forretress blinking at you as Jason questions who this fellow is, as well as the whole numbuh thing as the child gives a sigh.

    “This place has a Raduh-Jammuh system around it, so command still doesn’t know we’ve a base here. We need to move it, otherwise you’re gonna be several operatives short. I’m surprised, though: I’ve heard rumours of you, but to have a Pokémon with shadow force is surprising. You’ll have likely guessed by now, Numbuh 37, but I’m a KND agent as well, Numbuh three-eight-seven, seeking vengeance for the termination of my Sector Lagunuh squad after this Galactic group hustled in all guns blazing. I never saw ya, never knew ya, and will keep your current ID hidden from command, so long as you aid me here.”

    What will you do?
    Still heaving slightly from the rush of events, it took all of Shadow's restraint such that what jubilant side of him remained at this point remained under control. The rational aspect was frowning somewhat at how his reputation preceded himself; experience had told him that it didn't pay for anyone to know too much about oneself. Glancing to Jason, he could tell that his other travelling companion was completely bewildered, and Shadow was at an immediate loss for words. How was one to explain the existence of an organisation run by children, dedicated to fighting the forces of adult tyranny, which oneself was a part of? More so to an older adolescent, one of the Kids Next Door's sworn enemies?

    "It's alright. He's... one of my very, very distant friends," Shadow opted for a vague excuse. "We can trust him; I'm sure of it." Looking over to the KND operative and his Forretress Shadow spoke to his unexpected comrade.

    "We'll help you, Numbuh 387, most definitely. You've probably heard about how Sector RSE was ousted," said Shadow quietly, not wanting to dwell too much on the KND. There would be time later to do catching up, as much and as cautiously as possible. "You will be bringing my friend along, won't you?" he asks, beckoning towards Jason, "He's as much a victim in all this as you and I..."
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    well, hopefully there's an open slot- but I thank you for the opportunity, and hopefully my first adventure in Fizzy Bubbles will be a good one.

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    Laguna Peninsula



    The Hydro-Electric Zone


    Blitz River: As a geographical landmark, some people may think of it being a massive scar on the face of the world filled with water, but Blitz River is the main source of water for Seaside City, and it is this water that makes it such a calm area. Picnickers and campers often stay on the banks with their pokemon, and the nearby woodland is serene and peaceful, as well as being a haven for forest pokemon.

    ~Sub-Areas
    ~Spark Castle: A majestic castle built at the northern end of Seaside City, public access to this place is relatively unrestricted as the building itself was hewn from quarries around the land. Constructed with the union of electric and water pokemon in mind, the current residents of the castle, Duke Watt and his family, are rumoured to be excellent trainers, and visitors are sometimes requested to humour the great man in his home. The rewards for such a deed are speculated to be great, but so far nobody has defeated the Duke himself yet...
    David Michael grins heartily as he leaves the city limits. He didn't understand what had happened, but all that he knew was that he was on the Laguna Penninsula, and he didn't give a crap on how he got there.

    Taking a deep breath as he reached the Blitz River, all he could do was take in the peaceful atmosphere. From the peaceful picnickers, to the calmness of the forest and river surrounding him he could only sigh in content. While it wasn't as nice as other places he had seen- he was content with his surroundings.

    Shrugging, he holds up a pokeball, and opens it to reveal his second pokemon. The bi-pedal, gray, Fighting pokemon known as Machop reveals himself, streching out as he relaxes after his last adventure,which ended with him ripping the tires off of a truck. David Michael begins to look around, then turning to Machop, he begins to talk.


    "Well Machop, we're here- but the first thing I'd like to do is to find some place named Spark Castle. Apparently it's a pretty good place to be around, as it's really famous and the owners appear to be powerful trainers. But we can relax a bit... I kind of don't know where to go to get there, but hopefully someone is around to help us out or something..."


    After the small monologue, David Michael motions to Machop, and the two of them begin to walk down a path, searching for someone to help them... or an adventure or something else to do.

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    Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

    Empy: Your pokedex your ally, you make a swift calculation, thankful for the cover waterproofing the electrical device as you turn to the Lileep, whose eyes glow with slight interest as he gives a small nod.

    “Close enough. It’s actually about 87, but I never really bothered to count stuff like that. I guess it’s a bit lonely down here, but an answer’s an answer.”

    As you watch, Negaduck in his headlock as Brawly’s strength easily keeps the tadpole under constriction, one of the walls around the Lileep falls in a mystical fashion as the fossil racks its mind, almost as though searching a database for your next question.

    “Here’s how it goes. Questions two and three are interconnected in the way that they follow a specific order, according to the official pokedex numbering system. For example, Bulbasaur’s 1, Turtwig’s 387, while the theoretical legendary mythological figmental Arceus stands at 493. You understand, right? Good.”

    “Question two is thus: If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?”

    “While we’re here, I’ll plug number 3 on you as well. Lickitung, as you know, evolves into Lickilicky, and Aipom evolves into Ambipom. If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?”

    With the questions plugged, Negaduck takes on a sudden confounded look as you think about the two questions, attempting to find logic within them and with them, the answer.

    “You got any ideas, kiddo?”
    “You had me count Eighty-Seven names!” he replied sheepishly having gotten his riddle wrong; “I bet that was fun to watch?” Ending his sarcastic rant, Wes glanced at the unfazed Lileep, pulsing with an unseen aura far more mystical than Ventress. With a tight tussle close behind, Wes jigged closer to the primeval flora with his senses sharp. He felt somewhat lucky to be given a second chance, but he’d make sure not to screw things over a second time...

    If Aggron were to join itself onto Steelix, only to have Lucario thrust his fist through the two of them together, removing them from the equation, which Pokémon would the number correspond to?

    Wes’ ears flicked up, his brain working the question into logical steps. It was a math puzzle no doubt, calling again for the use of his nifty ‘Dex. The boy sharply held the golden device to his face, scrolling through several apps and settling on the calculator function. As quickly as the tentacle’d beast could drone its quiz, Wes hastily punched the figures onto the LED screen. He'd show that bulbous shrubb he had some wit to him yet.

    306x208=63648
    63648÷448=142.07


    Aerodactyl!” he smiled, not letting any angst of a miscalculation break his smile. With the fossil on its toes again, Wes continued to furiously smash at the buttons in order to keep up with the quizmaster.

    If Aipom were to cross itself with Lickilicky, and Lickitung crosses itself with Ambipom, then the fusion of Aipom and Lickilicky subtracted by the Lickitung and Ambipom fusion, how many Ivysaur would fit into the resultant number?

    190x463=87970
    424x108=45792
    87970-45792=42178
    42178÷2=21089


    21089?” He answered, “Boy, know wonder nobody’s ever got out of here alive...”

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    Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.
    Rakurai: A few seconds of contemplation, you realise who the man is as you give a mark of respect and thanks for the Elite Four member as you question his presence on the ship, to which the Dragon Master gives a small chuckle.

    “Your assumption’s correct, Katsu. I’ve took some time in getting onto the Ruby Chatot and mingling amongst the crew, and it’s paid off now. As you may have guessed, I’m here to finish Captain Diam’s reign of terror on these seas, yet I’m surprised that a mere Chatot could rise to such power...

    “Nevertheless, we’re best headed out when you’re ready.”

    Grabbing your team’s balls, you and Kiba follow Drake out the storage room after he releases the Nidorino, which staggers out the cage and makes a break for freedom, barrelling down a hallway to some drunken swearing as the three of you dash the other way. Heading up some stairs, Drake pulls you into a room before plucking one of his balls from his belt and giving it a small hurl to reveal a vicious-looking Flygon, the dragonfly gazing around the area before giving a low growl and turning to the window. Within seconds, there is a large hole where said plated glass was, and as Drake releases an Altaria, he beckons you and Kiba onboard. Clambering on, the avian takes flight out of the makeshift aerie before flapping onto the deck as a large number of the pirates stand around bewildered at the flight, just as the two dragons unleash furious dragonbreaths, cutting a runway through the crowds as you and the master land, Drake releasing a Shelgon into the medley as he calls to you.

    “Katsu! Your pal Andrew is holed up in that cabin there! Chances are you’ll have to fight your way through, get him out of there! I’ll hold these barnacles off for you!”

    As the dragons assault the pirates, you look up to the rear of the ship to see a very small flapping figure seemingly swearing at the turn of events before you make a run for the cabin. However, your road is blocked by a familiar Machoke as Hugh cracks his knuckles, ready to clobber you as he leers at you...

    What will you do?
    Katsu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow upon hearing about the true identity of the Captain Diam he had heard mentioned earlier. Granted, the Chatot had been speaking as though it were the one in charge, but he had assumed it was simply doing the talking for the one who he had initially guessed to be the captain. Had the information come from someone with less of a reputation, he surely would've questioned it, since the thought of a Pokemon being the leader of a group of pirates, or any sort of organization for that matter, seemed a little outrageous to him.

    Following the release of the irate Nidorino, who proceeded to run off and create a bit of a distraction, he and Kiba followed Drake out of the storeroom, and up some stairs to a room with a window. It was there that Drake released one of the dragons he was so known for; a Flygon, who looked at the window for a brief moment before deciding to smash a hole in it, partially to Katsu's shock. A moment later, an Altaria was also released onto the scene, and Katsu wasted no time in grabbing Kiba and climbing aboard the avian upon being instructed to, knowing that the pirates had certainly been alerted to their presence. "Not exactly a subtle course of action, but I guess he can afford to be a little reckless, having such strong Pokemon...", he thought, feeling a little uneasy as the Altaria flew out from the window, with Drake riding his Flygon out, as well.

    As he had expected, a sizable crowd of pirates had gathered on the deck below in response to the broken window, but they were soon scattered when the two dragons strafed the deck with their Dragonbreath, the green flames clearing a landing spot for them. Once they landed, Drake released a Shelgon into the fray, before tasking Katsu with going to the ship's cabin and freeing Andrew. The teen gave a nod of his head before sprinting off the direction of the cabin, with Kiba tailing him closely.

    However, he soon found his path blocked by a Machoke who was all too familiar. It was Hugh, the one who had played a large role in getting them into their current situation. Initially, he and Kiba drew back, somewhat intimidated by his leer, but once they remembered what he had done, all the traces of fear fled from their faces, and were quickly replaced by anger.

    "You're really something else...", Katsu mumbled to Hugh with a scowl on his face as he reached to his belt and removed a Pokeball before releasing from it Flandre, his Charmander. The fiery lizard looked around confusedly for a moment before her eyes settled on Kiba, who was growling with unfamiliar ferocity, and crackling with electricity in anticipation of an order to attack. She noticed he was glaring at Hugh, and that was enough to send her into an almost equal rage, for she knew that Kiba didn't anger easily, so it was obvious that the Machoke had done something terrible to have made her friend so upset.

    "Flandre, prepare yourself with a Dragon Dance, then go at Hugh with a Shadow Claw, followed by an Iron Tail!", Katsu ordered, Flandre acknowledging him with a loud exclamation of "Char!".

    He then turned to Kiba to give him his orders, though they weren't quite what the Electrike was expecting. "Kiba, you've already been through a lot today, so I just want you to watch our backs, and make sure none of those pirates try to get the jump on us. Zap them with a Thunder Wave if you need to." At that, Kiba calmed himself a bit, ceasing his growling and sparking before nodding his head in understanding, and moving behind his trainer, turning back to give Flandre a look of concern as he did so...
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    Well, with no replies from Centin and Arcanum, there are places open due to their adventures being placed on pseudo-permanent hiatus. If the two of you wish to continue, just reply. With that said, I'll be welcoming Firewater to my group as well. Also, sorry for the wait, bloody writer's block does that.

    Ampere Beach: Galactic Hideout.

    Shadow: Your situation at hand, and your rational thoughts grinding at the fame amongst the KND, you nevertheless give an alibi for the agent to Jason before accepting the boy’s aid before making a motion towards Jason, your intentions to keep him safe not lost on Numbuh 387 as he gives a simple nod, almost as though accepting of any help before heading up the corridor.

    “I’ve isolated the vectors of the operative storage facility, though it’s a little guarded, but nothing Numbuh Two-Pi-Rad can’t break through,” Numbuh 387 announces as he points the Forretress towards two grunts standing guard at a door as the Bagworm Pokémon focuses before letting loose an electrical cannonball, the zap cannon exploding between the two, stunning them silently as the muffled boom knocks them down, clearly paralyzing them as Two-Pi-Rad hums to itself as you and Jason head into the door, Grim’s pseudo-psychic powers easily locating Jason’s Pokémon as well as yours, until you realise that one’s missing, a certain sugar-pilfering Quagsire of yours. Turning to 387, you notice him recall Two-Pi-Rad before sending out another bug, the deep blue Hercules beetle’s eyes darting around the area before the Heracross heads down a corridor.

    “Me and Numbuh Haych-Haych-Haych are gonna make a massive distraction, to lure the majority of the grunts out whie you head for the docks. Knowing their current operation, my guess is that your Quagsire’s aquatic typing would make for excellent profit material in their eyes.”

    As 387 and HHH head into the storeroom, the agent pointing down a hallway as the location of the docks, Jason opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, deeply confused as to the situation and deciding it best to not inquire about it as you head down the hall. After a few minutes of movement, you question the lack of galactic presence before the normally silent alarms suddenly start blaring as the corridor lights up red and an intercom suddenly blurts to life, stating maximum security breach just before a rather angry Yanma smashes it with a wing attack before darting down the hallway, screeching angrily as you realise what 387 meant by distraction as the metaphorical faeces hits the fan, the released Pokémon running rampage through the galactic base.

    Grabbing your arm, Jason hauls you down the corridor where you are witness to a scene that can ony be described has Havoc, the Golbat flitting around failing in their attempts to lull so many angry things to sleep that they give up and start attacking at random and caged Pokémon being released at random by others, all the while Galactic grunts try in vain to keep the situation under control as a familiar Toxicroak hops down in front of you, its claw tainted purple as you recall that a scratch from one can be fatal...

    Before it can strike, however, it is knocked back by a hard head as a Lairon bulldozes into it, the light on the pokeball evident of the owner as Jason calls to you.

    “Shadow! Cut through while you can! I’ll keep this guy off your back, find your Quagsire!” Looking ahead towards the warzone that the docks have became, you find a cage with several fearful looking Wooper and a Quagsire inside as a steamed Grotle stands before them, focusing energy into the bushes on its back at the order of a grunt, ready to unleash an attack on the defenceless creatures...

    -=-=-=-

    Ampere Beach: The Ruby Chatot.

    Rakurai: Staring down Hugh, initially in fear before the memories of what happened fills you with anger, you send out Flandre who gazes around in befuddlement before noticing Kiba growling at the Machoke before becoming rather furious as you give your orders, the Charmander hissing at the Machoke as Kiba turns around, ready to shock anyone smart enough to try anything. With Hugh before her, Flandre starts spinning in a mystical dance, becoming one with her dragon heraldry as Hugh takes a deep breath, his already bulging muscles seemingly ready to burst from bulking up his body mass, but as he turns towards the lizard, notices that the draconic powers have led to Flandre’s natural speed growing to greater heights as she slashes at him with a shadow claw, the phantasmic claw ripping into his arm as he gives a growl of pain before ignoring it, choosing to kick Flandre from behind in a low blow, sending her bounding a few feet, her low weight preventing major damage from being done. Charging forwards, the Charmander coats her tail in a metallic sheen before swinging the ironlike appendage at Hugh, who attempts to deflect the strike with a punch as you realise exactly what sort of attack it is as the energy building in the fist causes a dynamic explosion upon contact with the hardened tail and as the dust clears, you notice that Hugh’s hand is rather swollen, likely sprained from the attack, but there being no sight of your Charmander. As you frantically search, a pirate notices you, but backs off as Kiba gives a warning shot with his thunder wave before tripping over the tail of Drake’s Flygon as it skims beside you, dropping Flandre off as you notice the sail above with a scorch mark, a few small embers licking from where her tai brushed against it before the dragon flies back, spewing his own dragonfire into the midst.

    “AWK! Put that bloody fire out you drunken bilge rats!” Diam squawks as you notice that the Ruby Chatot isn’t designed to not burn, as you look over Flandre to find her somewhat battered from the punch, but still able of mind as Hugh shakes his pained fist before giving a death glare towards you.

    -=-=-=-

    Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

    Firewater: Unlike others who would visit the beaches, you find yourself outside the city and heading along the Blitz River, the scenery and atmosphere not as you thought it to be as good as other, you nevertheless send out your Machop who stretches his legs after you remember your last adventure, one where the Superpower Pokémon showed exactly how he eared his classification. Considering Spark Castle as a place to visit on account of being famous with powerful trainers, something rather ambitious, you question how you’ll reach there before heading along a path, searching for someone to help, or adventure.

    After a while, you find yourself at a small stream where a few youngsters and their Pokémon are enjoying a picnic near a tree, yet you feel something isn’t right as they pass sandwiches around and giggle to each other. The sound of slowly beating wings from a distance gives you some cause for concern as you notice a small rabbit Pokémon, a Buneary, eating a small berry near some bushes, oblivious to the world and the apparent trainer as the girl turns to look at the rabbit, smiling...before the smile is wiped off her face as the beating wings give rise to the source, a rather terrifying Staraptor, a Pokémon known as a predator, eyeing up the smaller rabbit before swooping for it as the girl screams for the Buneary, the rabbit standing little chance of evasion as the hawk grabs it with its talons before taking flight towards a small forest thicket, the girl screaming as she gives chase only for the bird to turn around after giving the Buneary a toss into the ground, the rabbit landing a few metres from you as the bird glides round and opens its talons, screeching terrifyingly as it divebombs for her.

    Without any time to move, the girl is immediately floored by the hawk’s take down and is knocked unconscious, her dress dying red with blood from the impact as her friends come to her aid, only for the Staraptor to blow them back with a whirlwind before eyeing the girl up and gripping her shoulders, takes flight for the forest, the sickening realisation that a small Buneary wouldn’t be as filling as a larger, debatably tastier human filling you as the Buneary rises, shaking with pain and shock before fainting completely upon noticing its owner being hauled by the hawk to the forest as her friends approach you, shaking with fear and very tearful.

    “P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...” the kids bubble as you notice the girl’s weight is slowing the Staraptor down, the species not used to carrying heavy objects like people around and being easier to tail.

    What will you do?

    -=-=-=-

    S.S Lanturn Wreck: The Deck.

    Lilblue: Considering the operation at hand, you worry about what would happen if you were to get lost or run into a Magma member before stringing the pendant over your head, keeping the emblem hidden from view above your own before releasing Kief as a guide to find the author of the mysterious note, the Zigzagoon’s seemingly permanent hyperactivity obvious as you make your small request, the nose of the raccoon twitching erratically as he sniffs the paper, then the ground, before barking a few times and making off for a casual scamper, slow enough for you to follow at a gentle jog. As you and Kief head through a few corridors, you question the note before Kief stops in front of a large door, which is slightly ajar, the scent of the sea wafting gently through it. Deciding to run espionage before charging all guns blazing, you slowly open the door and peek around, scanning the deck for any signs of anyone. Shortly enough, at a railing, you see Vito, leaning against it as Kief blows any sort of silence with an excited bark and beeline for the cultist, sniffing around his feet and barking as he notices him, much to your slight bemusement.

    His eyes, however, share a different story, slightly reddened and almost burning with anger as he beckons you to come, a small booklet in his hand as he gives the object to you, and after opening it, it’s clear that it is a photo album, with several pictures of him and another man, likely the spy who was caught, in them as you piece two and two together and realise why he evacuated the room so hastily.

    “You’ve guessed by now, that this spy was my brother,” Vito sighs, his voice coarse as he looks over into the waters. “Nial always was one for greater good, and survived the last major conflict the cult had, when Aqua had us cornered.” Reminiscing, you can’t help but feel sorry for Vito as you absentmindedly flick through the album, just before you accidentally rip the rear cover, causing a small sheet of parchment to fall out. As Kief catches it amongst his fur and hops in fright, Vito plucks the paper from the Zigzagoon and opens it, skimming through it before giving a quiet ‘damn,’ almost as though he had found something integral to the situation.

    “Jessica, this here’s the blueprints of this ship, which seemingly has a few edits to it, notably a bypass to the Magma section of the ship! I know Nial enough that he somehow had this one planned, and the entrance to this bit’s just a little down the deck. I’m not sure about you, but I’m prepared to start this mission right now, my Pokémon are healed up and I’ve some scores to settle. I’m not asking you to come, of course, but together we can hit Magma hard and perhaps cripple them before they can actually act!”

    As Vito heads down the deck, his Empoleon sent out, the slight scarring on the wing a reminder of what you owe him, you note the penguin’s wing gleaming as it saws through the deck at a certain point, and feel a decision must be made: Wait for the orders from the cult, or follow Vito and keep him backed up.

    -=-=-=-

    Ohm Reservoir: The Submerged Ruins.

    Empy: Giving both your answers to the Lileep, its eyes closing as it calculates the very questions it plugged towards you, the same shifting sound as walls two and three fall in the same manner as the other before it, leaving but one wall between you and the orb, and one question as well.

    “I’m surprised at technology in your day, just a little. Back when I was your age, this sort of tech was a simple blessing from the higher-ups, but let us not dawdle on that. I’ll be pulling out the stops now.”

    As you watch the fossil tilt its head and close its eyes in concentration, the very water around you seems to take on the consistency of treacle as you find moving much harder as Negaduck and Brawly look around, disinterest and apprehension in their own eyes, the shifting water suddenly returns to normal as the Lileep gives a rather chilling cackle, almost as though you’d expect it from the Shadow Lotad.

    “I’ve got it now! Took me a while to think of it, but here we go nonetheless. From taking names and letters as points, with the letter A being worth one and Z being 26, which Pokémon’s name has the highest score?”

    Looking at you cockily, as though it is sure it has you stumped, the Lileep waits for you to think of the answer as you recognise just how devious the fossil is: With so many different Pokémon of so many different names, he’s put you into a tight spot.


    I reject your Nyancats and replace it with my own.
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    Blitz River: Falcon Bluff.

    Firewater: Unlike others who would visit the beaches, you find yourself outside the city and heading along the Blitz River, the scenery and atmosphere not as you thought it to be as good as other, you nevertheless send out your Machop who stretches his legs after you remember your last adventure, one where the Superpower Pokémon showed exactly how he eared his classification. Considering Spark Castle as a place to visit on account of being famous with powerful trainers, something rather ambitious, you question how you’ll reach there before heading along a path, searching for someone to help, or adventure.

    After a while, you find yourself at a small stream where a few youngsters and their Pokémon are enjoying a picnic near a tree, yet you feel something isn’t right as they pass sandwiches around and giggle to each other. The sound of slowly beating wings from a distance gives you some cause for concern as you notice a small rabbit Pokémon, a Buneary, eating a small berry near some bushes, oblivious to the world and the apparent trainer as the girl turns to look at the rabbit, smiling...before the smile is wiped off her face as the beating wings give rise to the source, a rather terrifying Staraptor, a Pokémon known as a predator, eyeing up the smaller rabbit before swooping for it as the girl screams for the Buneary, the rabbit standing little chance of evasion as the hawk grabs it with its talons before taking flight towards a small forest thicket, the girl screaming as she gives chase only for the bird to turn around after giving the Buneary a toss into the ground, the rabbit landing a few metres from you as the bird glides round and opens its talons, screeching terrifyingly as it divebombs for her.

    Without any time to move, the girl is immediately floored by the hawk’s take down and is knocked unconscious, her dress dying red with blood from the impact as her friends come to her aid, only for the Staraptor to blow them back with a whirlwind before eyeing the girl up and gripping her shoulders, takes flight for the forest, the sickening realisation that a small Buneary wouldn’t be as filling as a larger, debatably tastier human filling you as the Buneary rises, shaking with pain and shock before fainting completely upon noticing its owner being hauled by the hawk to the forest as her friends approach you, shaking with fear and very tearful.

    “P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...” the kids bubble as you notice the girl’s weight is slowing the Staraptor down, the species not used to carrying heavy objects like people around and being easier to tail.

    What will you do?

    -=-=-=-
    Eventually, David Michael reaches a small stream, and he grins at the seemingly peaceful scene, a group of small children having a fun time, having a picnic with each other and their pokemon. However, he heard something that the children apparently had not- the flapping of wings. looking around, David Michael hears some cheerful chewing, and notices a small Buneary chewing on a berry of some sort, oblivious to everything around it- except for the food. David Michael could have grinned, relating to the incident if the next incident had not occured. As the Buneary's trainer turns to her and smiles for a second before the grin quickly fades, and a scream of alarm was shouted to the small pokemon. David Michael looked up and he saw it.

    A Staraptor. He knew that his own Staravia, Dart would be one himself at some point, but he knew that his pokemon wouldn't do what this wild one was planning and actually did. While David Michael fumbles for Dart's pokeball, the Staraptor dove for the Buneary, and even with her trainer's warning Buneary had no opportunity to dodge, and was grabbed in an instant. Not noticing the danger, Buneary's trainer charges forward, chasing after the large bird as David Michael continued to fumble for Dart's pokeball

    "Dammit, where is it?"

    Finally, his hand gripped the correct ball as an even more frightening sight fell in the clearing, much to his and the forgotten Machop's shock. Staraptor fortunately dropped Buneary, only a few paces away from David Michael himself, as Staraptor prepares himself for another dive. Before he could move, the bird struck again, talons upraised in a Take Down, the bird brutally slams into Buneary's trainer, knocking her unconcious and bloodying her dress due to the massive size difference. Everyone else in that group charged over to help their friend before being stopped by a powerful Whirlwind. Staraptor continued his attack by grabbing Buneary's trainer and begins to fly off, slowed down quite a bit by the size of its burden.

    Suddenly, a chilling thought flew through David Michael's mind- he knew that Staraptor were carnivorus, but never had he thought that they would eat a human over a-

    but his thought was stopped by a thump, and the flapping of wings. Buneary had simply fainted at the sight of her trainer being carried off and her friends had rushed over to David Michael, and quickly began to talk

    “P...Please mis...mister...you...you just gotta save her...”

    Knowing that time was of the essence, David Michael quickly tried to fix the situation. Tossing up Dart's pokeball, he quickly talks to the panicked group as the Staravia begins to form.

    "Don't worry at all, I'll get your friend as soon as I can."

    noticing that Dart was out and ready, David Michael simply points at the Staraptor before giving his orders.

    "Dart, I know you understand urges to eat things, but that Staraptor is... um going to eat that girl if we don't stop it. What I want you to do is use your Quick Attack to catch up to it, then Growl as angrily as you can to try and make Staraptor drop the girl. If it doesn't do that, make him drop her with a Wing Attack, preferably to the head or talons- make sure Machop is there to catch her though."

    Turning to the remembered Machop, David Michael gives him some orders too.

    "Machop, I need you as well- other than Dart, you are the fastest pokemon i've got- use the speed from a Bullet Punch to catch up to Dart and Staraptor, and keep up, if you need to, use another Bullet Punch to gain more speed- but I want you to be there to catch the girl when Dart knocks her loose."

    Turning to the rest of the kids again, David Michael begins to give them some advice.

    "Listen, that Staraptor is going to be mad when we get your friend free, so I need you all to get in a group with your pokemon. I'll make sure that he doesn't hurt you but if something goes wrong, you'll be better in a group that is prepared."

    Whispering a prayer, David Michael waits for the results, charging after the moving Machop and Dart...
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