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12-20-2007, 12:30 AM
This is going to be a continuous story with a different plot for each section. So yeah, stuff.
Garchomp = 55-65 K
The Archives of Risk
Section 1: Garr
*the year is 3123*
“RED ALERT! RED ALERT! PRISONER NUMBER 4-4-7-6-9-7-2 HAS ESCAPED! ALL PERSONEL REPORT TO YOUR SHIPS IMMEDIATELY! PRISONER NUMBER 4-4-7-6-9-7-2 HAS ESCAPED!”
The hallways of PH-9 were shrouded in flashing red light as a blaring siren was hardly muted by a robotic voice. The pounding steps of the personnel echoed throughout the granite colored hallways making it sound more like a stampede.
Many different voices could also be heard. Their words mixing together to create a sound kinda like loud muttering. Mixed in with the voices of the stampeding personnel were the many cheers and boos of the other prisoners.
“Garr you worthless… get back here and take me with you!”
“Way ta go Garr!!”
“Give’em a run for their money Garr!”
The many cheers and boos made Holding Chamber C4 sound more like a football stadium on Sunday night. The prisoners all clung to their cell bars, reaching out as far as they could for reasons they themselves didn’t understand.
Over in the launch bay, engines could be heard starting up from every ship. The roof opened up, making room for up to seven ships to launch with no problems. Smoke covered the floor like fog as the ships all launched one after another. They rocketed through the yellow sky, stabbing the blood red colored clouds as they continued into space. Once in space the pilots and their crews all witnessed the same confusing sight.
Not too far ahead of the now slow moving ships was another of their one man rockets. They all knew that the tiny ships pilot was Garr. What they didn’t know, or quit understand, was why Garr was just sitting in a fixed spot. Why wasn’t he trying to get away? They then heard a voice talk to them through their intercoms.
“What’s big, round, makes lots of noise, and lights up even space?” The voices pitch was deep and covered with a kind of chuckle that only the insane were able to muster out. The personnel glanced at whoever was sitting next to them in their ship, a confused look on their faces. “I’ll give you a hint,” spoke the voice again.
A Z-Class Shield covered the ship Garr was in. Once fully covered, Garr pushed down a single blue button that he was clutching. Within a matter a mere seconds, a chain reaction was set off on PH-9. The reaction was so immense, so huge, and so powerful, that the end result was devastating. PH-9… exploded. Each ship that was close to the planet, aside from Garr, was caught in the explosion and was destroyed.
“It’s you,” laughed Garr as his Z-Class Shield protected him. PH-9, as well as all life that was on it, was gone. Garr burst out into laughter as he flew off in his ship. He was once again free. And just as it was eight years ago, no location that Garr went to would know anything… but fear.
12-20-2007, 12:32 AM
=Sector 16 – Near Atlan Planet
“You sure about your sources?”
“Alright then… to Atlan…”
A large black spaceship, nearly invisible in the darkness of space, made its way down to the blue planet below them. There were very few plots of land, leaving this planet covered mostly in water. Its inhabitants were all sorts of water Pokemon as well as humans that have evolved in order to adapt to life underwater.
“Entering Atlan atmosphere. Hang on Coin!”
“Roger that Rocket.”
The ship rattled upon descent. Its nose heating up to extreme temperatures as it made its way onto the water filled planet. Below it sat a large plot of land that had a landing pad built over it. That’s what the ship was aiming for.
“Coin, slow the speed while I raise the nose.”
The one pilot, Coin, did just what his partner told him. He pulled down on a lever and pressed a button, slowing the ship. Rocket, the other pilot, pulled two levers down while pushing one up half way, leveling the ship out.
“Alright now slow it down more, release the wheels, and have’er land on the landing pad below us!”
“C’mon Rocket ya’ think I don’t know this? We’ve been doing this together now for years!”
“Just do it.”
“Alright alright. Sheesh. Slowing ship down even more and releasing wheels… now!”
The ship responded perfectly. Three wheels extended out from hidden chambers (one in front and two in back). It touched the ground and rolled to a stop. Thankfully, the landing pad here was fairly long, extending out over the opal blue waters.
A door opened up, letting the two pilots make their way out of the ship. One of them was a 19 year old girl with deep red colored hair that was sort of spikey and shot forward over her eyes. On her head was a pair of brown goggles. Her outfit was pure black like her ship. On her shirt was a large red ‘S’ while at the bottom of her pants was a red strip going across both legs. On her shoulders sat two ‘spikes’ that shot upwards over her head and curled forward, extending down past her ears.
Her name was Rocket T. Zater and she was a member of a force called the Syndicate. Her job, retrieve the criminal Gargian Sintell who escaped from and destroyed Prison Hold-9. She was assigned this mission three months ago and so far, he has successfully eluded her grasp.
Next to her was her partner Pokemon, Coin. He was a Meowth about the age of sixteen (a young adult in Meowth years). He wore black triangular sunglasses and a black trench coat that curled around his legs in the back. Sitting on his back with the help of a thick brown leather strap was an AK-47. His only weapon.
“It’s a real shame Coin. Had this been a thousand years ago, you would have been able to use all sorts of attacks,” Rocket said with a smirk. Coin shifted his attention to her and snorted.
“I’d rather use my trusty AK-47. It’s more reliable then those barbaric attacks that put you at the ultimate risk,” Coin mewed.
“But Coin… that AK-47 is no better. It’s a historic weapon. Why not use a Servo Gun instead? It has a tracking system, paralyzing bullets, and it destroys itself if held by someone else,” Rocket asked.
“Please. That’s no fun. I’d rather handle historical weapons. They have a nicer feel and it just seems honorable to be using one. Now… can we get on with our mission?” Coin asked. As childish as he could act, this was his true self. Serious, into old stuff, and very passionate about fighting (even if he didn’t express it).
“Alright alright. So, who did you hear this information from Coin? You know, about Garr last being seen here?” Rocket asked as she pressed a button. A bridge extended from where they were and slowly decended down until it hit the ground. Steps then shot up making it possible for Rocket and Coin to walk down onto the damp landing pad.
“I heard it from a Vaporeon named Crystelov. She said that she and her mate saw Garr near the abandoned coral factories.”
“Wait… you mean those underwater factories that were mining coral to sell for big prophet? They almost wiped that stuff out completely!” Rocket exclaimed. She was surprised that those factories were still standing. Paycrow Sterling, a Honckrow, was discovered operating these factories years ago. He was arrested and sent to prison for three years for harvesting protected plants.
“Yup. Supposedly Garr is using one of them as his current hideout,” Coin responded.
They stepped onto the damp landing pad and walked onto the cement walkway that was next to it. They stood for a few minutes, looking around to see if there was anything suspicious like an extra spaceship or something. To their luck, they saw one. At the other end of the landing pad was a much smaller ship. A one seater. It looked pretty banged up from what they could tell.
Rocket looked to Coin and he looked up at her. They both nodded and headed for the ship.
“What if Garr is inside?” Coin quietly asked as he held his gun at the ready.
“We fight. What else?” Rocket responded. She knew there was a small chance Garr was in it or that it was even his ship to begin with, but she did know that chances weren’t to be taken. Garr was insane, clever, patient, and ruthless. The type of criminal that you just didn’t want to be out of a cell.
Rocket placed her hand in front of Coin, halting his movements as she too halted. There was something… in the ship. She could tell from shadows moving across the front windshield. Holding his gun tightly, Coin prepared to fire it. Even Rocket brought out her weapon. It was a certified gun that only the Syndicate could use. An advanced bazooka type weapon. It shot out an energy net that was attached to a cutting bullet (a bullet designed to make a deep cut wound instead of kill).
They stood there, silent and motionless. Sweat trickled down Rockets face. Never has there been an incident where Garr was possibly in front of them. She was feeling pressure, tension, fear. She had only heard stories of Garr. She had never truly seen him. But from what she was told, she would know who Gar was if she saw him.
More minutes passed as they stood. The shadow didn’t stop moving at all inside the tiny ship.
“On three, we charge and bust that hatch wide open,” Rocket softly spoke to Coin.
“Got it,” Coin responded. He prepared himself for the worst.
“THREE!” screamed a voice. A large body slammed into Coin, thrusting him forward.
“COIN!” Rocket screamed as she watched him smash against the windshield and bounce off it onto the walkway. She then looked to where Coin was to see a massive Pokemon standing next to her. A hammer-head shark like Pokemon.
He had a single large claw at the end of both his skinny arms with giant fins on the underside of them. Two horns sat on both shoulders as well as on the top of his muscle packed legs. His head looked like a jet pack had been glued to it. On the top of the jetpack like skull was a massive scar extending from his head, down the back of his neck, and if she could get a look at his front side… all the way down to the top of his left leg.
“You’re… you’re a Garchomp…” she stuttered. The Garchomp lifted himself up and turned to face her. His grin carried with it the souls of all those he had murdered in the past. And just as Rocket was told, there was the scar extending down all the across his red and yellow stomach to the top of his left leg.
Garr didn’t even say anything. He knew that just the sight of him took Rocket’s breath away. He leaned down and then with his powerful legs, leaped into the air. He landed right behind Coin, opened the hatch on his ship and began making his way into it.
“Rocket what are you doing! Shoot him!” Coin demanded as he lay on the damp concrete. Rocket didn’t even do anything. She was frozen with fear from what she saw. “ROCKET!” Coin screamed to her. The ship’s hatch shut, it started up, and lifted into the air. The legs folded in and the back engine shot out fire propelling the tiny vessel forward. Rocket looked up and watched as it cleared off into the distance and most likely, into space.
“Co-Coin! Coin are you okay?!” she called out after coming to. She ran over to Coin, placing her hand on his wet back and he slammed his fist onto the concrete.
“You had him Rocket! He was right in front of you! Why didn’t you fire?!” he screeched.
“I’m… I’m sorry Coin. I never thought that he was that big and that frightening. Had I even known that I don’t think I would have accepted this mission” she replied quietly. She helped her partner up onto his feet and examined him for any injuries.
They were about to head back to their ship when a Vaporeon sprung out from the water. His smooth skin was a strange purple color and he was exhaling uncontrollably.
“Horrible… just horrible…” he began. He then collapsed onto the ground, spitting out blood. Coin and Rocket rushed to his side, begging him to stay with them. “Destroyed… destroyed…”
“What’s destroyed?” Rocket asked.
“Sea…Seabank…” replied the Vaporeon. He then coughed up more blood.
“Wait… you wouldn’t happen to be Crystelov would you?” Coin asked. The Vaporeon nodded with as much strength as he could muster up.
“Wait, you said Crystelov was a girl!” Rocket exclaimed.
“I made a gender mistake. Sue me.” Coin looked to Crystelov and asked him what had happened. With as much strength as he had left, Crystelov explained that Garr had found out that he had ratted him out. Apparently, Crystelov was in cahoots with Garr, helping him with smuggling electrical weapons into one of the factories outside of Seabank. Once Garr was behind bars, Crystelov decided to make a new life for himself. He became good, helping others out all the time. When he heard Garr had escaped, he wanted to do anything to get him back behind bars. So he gave away the location of one of his hideouts. Unfortunately, Garr found out and tracked him down.
Rocket and Coin listened to his pleading words until the very end. They then watched as he shut his eyes and took his last breath.
“What do we do now?” Rocket asked as she held the dead Vaporeon.
“Leave him. Water dwellers will discover his body and they’ll give him a proper barriel.”
Rocket nodded and set the Vaporeon’s body down. She and Coin then got back into their ship taking one last look at the sea they didn’t get to enter. They knew not of where they were headed next. All they knew was that Garr was dangerous, not on Atlan, and needed to be captured as soon as possible.
12-31-2007, 06:32 AM
=Sector 24 – Near Atmos Planet
About a week had passed since Rocket’s and Coin’s encounter with the notorious Gargian Sintell. His yellow eyes still sat deep in Rocket’s mind, taunting her every thought. She sat at the controls lost in her minds eye as it shot pictures through her skull. Squinting her eyes, all she could do was think of the revenge she was going to exact for the many lives he murdered that night, months ago.
“Rocket… we’re approaching the planet Atmos,” Coin mewed, his gaze set on a blue screen that projected the cosmos.
“Head for it. If anything, we’ll be able to get information on Garr there,” replied an enraged Rocket.
Atmos was a planet consisting of; some of the worst crime, gambling, the black market, and drug dealers. It was truly the filth of all planets. It was a gray color and had rings made up of destroyed moons and space craft parts. It was so disturbing to fly through it, that it had been given the name “Ring of the Graves”.
“How do you know that?” Coin asked. He had been questioning Rocket for several days now. Ever since that report of Garr being sighted came in three days ago. It was sent by someone named Rogue. He didn’t give his full name or even where he was from. All he did was say that Garr was spotted heading for Atmos and that was it.
“The message Coin. Listen to it,” Rocket said. She pressed a button above her, turning on a screen and playing the message.
“My name is Rogue. That’s all you need to know about me. I have sent this message as a warning. Gargian Sintell has been sighted over by Volcano Planet and was last seen headed for Atmos Planet. Word is he’s got connections with one of the top most mechanics on Atmos. What he’s getting, I don’t know. What I do know is tha…
…what was that?
I can’t risk this message any longer. Rogue out.”
The screen shut off, the message has completed. Rocket turned to Coin who looked as if he were thinking.
“Rogue huh? What do you think stopped him from completing the entire message?” he asked. Rocket shrugged and then turned as a computerized voice began to speak.
“Approaching the planet Atmos,” it said. Rocket turned to Coin, nodding to him as he turned and got ready.
Just as they had entered the planet Atlan, they entered Atmos.
“Sector 24 Atmos. Beginning descent and entry of the planet of risk. Increasing speed… now!” Rocket declared. Everything was going smoothly; even the descent through the atmosphere wasn’t as rough as earlier. That is, until Coin detected something on the landing pad they were headed for.
“We’re clear on storms Rocket… but the landing pad we’re headed for has a massive cargo ship on it. They haven’t docked it in a holding bay yet! It’s taking up the entire strip.”
“Any way we can clear it and possibly just sit up here till they move it?”
“Not at the speed we’re going. They’ve gotta move it or we’re gonna collide with it!” Coin declared as he turned to Rocket. She pushed her teeth together as her fists tightened. She then acted quickly, pulling out an old radio. She turned it on and spoke through it, hoping for a response.
“Lander K12, this is Black Syndicate. Come in Lander K12 this is Black Syndicate.”
“This is Lander K12 we read you loud and clear Black Syndicate. What seems to be the problem?” responded a voice. Rocket pulled her arm back with a great ‘yes’ when she heard the response.
“There is a cargo ship taking up most of the landing strip and we’ve already begun our descent through the atmosphere.”
“Is there any way you can change your course Black Syndicate?”
“Negative Lander K12.”
“The cargo ship will be moved Black Syndicate. What’s your speed?”
“213 and dropping. We’re trying to slow as best we can, but our speed isn’t going to fall enough in time to change course. And we need to land on this certain strip.’
“Roger that Black Syndicate. Expect a clear landing strip.”
Rocket put the intercom back to where it was previously and sighed. The conversation went smoothly, but she was worried. Would they really be able to keep that strip clear? At least this old ship was able to get through the thick atmosphere of Atmos.
“Now that’s a classic ship for ya. Holding out like the well made space craft it is,” Coin commented as the atmosphere was cleared completely.
“For an older model like this, this hunk of metal held out and was pretty reliable,” Rocket agreed. Coin turned to her and asked her a question.
“Why do we have to land on Lander K12 anyways? There are plenty of other landing pads here on Atmos.” Rocket turned to him, sighing as she had already told him this once before.
\You’re such an old cat./ she thought. She put the ship on autopilot, making sure that the speed was stable and wouldn’t accelerate on its own.
“Because Coin, there is one person living near Lander K12. We are going to go see her and we can’t land on a different one because it would be too far away.”
The person Rocket was talking about was Xenna Clain. One of Garr’s few helpers. She’d help him by acquiring money any way she could. She would try and use the money to help fund Garr’s heists but, Garr always turned her offer down and shoved her aside.
“I don’t need help from filth like you!” he would declare. Being not only shorter then Garr, but a human, Xenna wasn’t ‘able’ to fight back (not that she didn’t try).
She was never caught…
Word around the black market was that she now deals with acquiring and selling illegal robot parts and that her home/shop was located around Lander K12. Apparently, Lander K12 was a popular place for robotics ships to come and drop off parts to sell. It was an easy target to hit for her. The only strange thing was… Lander K12 never set out any distress beacons or radio messages calling for help. For some reason, though she had the opportunity on a silver platter, she hadn’t taken it yet. It seemed like she was waiting for the right time or something like that.
Rocket took her ship off the autopilot and took it down. When they cleared the thick layer of smog clouds (thanks to pollution) they noticed that the ant-like landing pad was clear. The cargo ship was being placed into a hanger until it was time for it to leave.
“Alright Coin, slow us down to 150,” Rocket said as she began to level out the ship. Coin nodded and slowed the ship down. This landing was going smoothly. Very smoothly.
“Can’t beat the classics,” Coin smirked. They finished their decent smoothly and landed on the empty strip. When they exited the ship they saw a human below ready to greet them.
“That’s one fine vessel,” he commented as he shook Rocket’s hand.
“Can’t beat the classics!” laughed Coin. Rocket rolled her eyes as she smiled. That’s all Coin had been saying was that you couldn’t beat the classics. She then remembered about the picture of the person they were looking for. She let the mans hand go, brought out the picture and held it up.
“Her name is Xenna Clain. You seen her anywhere around here?” Rocket asked. The man took the picture and examined it.
It was a photo of a water human. Blue skin, a tank on her back that was filled with water, and long red hair that fell to the middle of her back. She looked as if her home planet was Atlan. The man took a deep breath and shook his head back and forth.
“Nope. Never seen her before. Have heard stories though about her ruthlessness,” he replied. He handed the photo back and then told Rocket that her ship will be in hanger number 15 until she returns. She nodded, put the photo away and then told Coin that they were heading out.
=3 hours later=
“Rocket we haven’t found anything! Can we go back to the ship?” begged Coin as he walked on all fours next to Rocket. Sighing, Rocket shook her head back and forth.
“No Coin. We’ve interrogated only 20 Pokemon and people here. And out of those 20, only three had actual information we needed. And each one of them directed us to a far out factory on the west side of Lander K12,” Rocket said.
“Why didn’t we check there hours ago?” Coin complained.
“We didn’t know it was there. Besides, the place is supposed to be abandoned. It was a fight club that failed months ago. Plus, they didn’t get many tough guys or Pokemon even though they were close to Lander K12,” replied Rocket as she looked up at the muggy sky.
“How do you know?!” mewed Coin as he looked up to her.
=At the factory=
Rocket and Coin stood in front of the factory. It was defiantly run down and abandoned. Windows were shattered and there were places missing bricks. It was like a bomb went off in the building. They walked over to an opening where a door used to be. Peering inside, they saw something that just astounded them.
“There’s… nothing but… but robotics in here!” Rocket exclaimed. They walked in looking everywhere. Tables covered with parts, walls lined with tools and chest plates. It was like an assembly factory! It still had its abandoned look, but it also had the look of being currently used.
“Don’t worry I have it for you I have it for you!” spoke a voice. Rocket and Coin became nervous and hid behind a tall bookshelf that was lined with books on robotics and nothing else. Some one… or something was coming and they didn’t know what.
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