Re: The Last Hope: Story Number 2 from Celebimaster506!
CHAPTER 1: The Reunion of two Brothers and Grudges
Location, Andromeda Galaxy
A big bang is heard at the rear of a Pikachu shaped ship. The ship began to stop. “Great, just Great,” said Ash Ketchum, a 60 year old resistance fighter for The Last Hope of the Republic of The World, or TLHTRTW, for short. He was one of the only fighter’s left against the forces of the Team Neuron. Team Aqua, and Team Magma, had been destroyed when Team Neuron dropped a pokemon electricity bomb on there base’s, killing everyone inside, by the orders of there evil leader. Dean Steely was the leader of the organization that called them selves, Team Neuron. Ever since the bombing on the Team Aqua, and Team Magma bases, Dean had changed his name to a name that brought shivers down the backs of the TLHTRTW. His name was Leader Cetrco Domishin. He had not been seen since the bombing. “This is Hj-567, do you copy?” shouted at the intercom as he picked it up. “Yes I copy, Hj-567, are you in trouble, or do you want a latte?” said a voice on the intercom that didn’t sound any older then 25 year old man. “No, its not a latte Dean” chuckled Ash. Cetrco’s son, Dean J.r, was a friend of Ash’s, and Ash was his mentor, in teaching him about pokemon, and how to battle. They had been close friends, ever since. “Dean, My engine has been shot by one of those Neuron clowns” said Ash. “I’m on it” said Dean. His ship pulled up to Ash’s, and Dean pushed a few buttons on the dashboard, and his Celebi shaped ship opened up a compartment in the ship, and a claw came out, attaching its self to Ash’s ship. “Bring us back to base, Dean” said Ash. “And leave the battle?” asked Dean. “The battle is lost Dean,” explained Ash impatiently. “There pokemon powers in their ship match those of…Cetrco. They can shoot Hyper beams, and we can’t. Do you rather die with out power, or do you wish to die with power to wound the enemy?” “Okay, okay” said Dean. “I’ll use hyper speed to get to Earth.” He pulled a knob on the dashboard. “Hyper speed activated. Now at…506 knots.”
Hours later, the ship’s made it to Earth. They had landed on a landing pad for the resistance. As they left there ship, all sort’s of pokemon came over to them, and began to praise them. Then, the group parted with a little space in the middle, and then a very old looking Pichachu came into the space. “Pi...ka” said the old Pikachu, who had to force the words of himself, because of his age. “Ah, Pikachu, I’ve missed you!” said Ash as he picked up the Pikachu in his arms. Then some of the workers came to the place were the ships, but it was some times hard to understand what they were trying to say. “You’t got I’ me bo’” said Pete as he began to get a wrench, and a torch, and Barnaby, began to get the scrap metal of the ships, that Ash and Dean had destroyed. “I still don’t understand if he said he was going to fix the ship, or melt it,” said Ash pointing at the torch, and wielding mask Pete left behind, to get the wrench. “But never mind, Dean” said Ash. “The pokemon are watching Pete and Barnaby fix the ship, so that means we can have a private conversation, for once. Let’s go.”
Ash led Dean to their hotel, which was nearby to the landing pad, and was located in Saffron city. They got to there room, and went inside. Ash sat down on a couch, and Dean sat down on an easy chair, facing Ash’s way. “Now…” said Ash, as if he was deep in thought. “I am 60 years old Dean. That is an extremely old age for a person like me, who has been hunted for decades, right under Team Neuron’s noses. But since I know that I am soon to die, I must tell you of your father” said Dean as if he were going to regret what he was going to say. “Go on” said Dean curiously. “Your father…is…the…leader of..Team…Team…” Ash couldn’t complete his sentence. He looked very sad. “What wrong mentor?” asked Dean ever so cautiously. “Your father, is a bad man, Dean” continued Ash, still a bit of sadness in his voice. “He killed my friends, when we were young. A Celebi, named Celeron, came to the rescue with a, whatever-you-call-it, and saved me. The very Celebi, you own, is the Grandson of Celeron, and henceforth, you named your Celebi Celeron, so the tradition still lives on” said Ash as he was scratching his head. His white hair looked like it was glowing in the light of the candles. “Unfortunately, I have not seen him since Celeron, and the other one, saved me. His name now is….is….” “What is it, Ash?” asked Dean. “It would be to much to bear for you, son” said Ash. There was a long silence, and then finally Ash spoke again. “Let’s go to bed. It has been a long day.” “Yes, mentor” said Dean with a little bit of disappointment in his answer. They went to there beds, and went to sleep.
“What do you mean they escaped?” said a mysterious hooded figure, in a mysterious voice to a Team Neuron grunt. “Sir, we had no intension that Dean Steely J.r had been in the battle at any time to date, so I don’t think you should complain!” said the Team Neuron Grunt with confidence. “If any one, blame the admi…” The hooded figure grabbed the grunt my the neck, and said, “By punishing the Admins, are team would fall. Your lucky, I picked you up, to work for me, before we bombed Team Aqua’s base.” The figure stopped chocking the grunt, and threw him on the ground. Two strong guards grabbed the grunts arms and tied them up. “What shall we do with him sir?” asked one of the strong guards. “Usually, unworthy grunt’s and admin’s I would throw of the ship, and into space, without a space suit…” said the hooded figure. The grunt began to look terrified. Then there was a pause. “But to show how generous I am, you can ride in the baggage area, and when we get to Antarctica in several hours, you’ll be locked up in the prison, for a month or two” said the hooded figure. The grunt fell to the ground, and kissed the dark robed, hooded figure’s shoes. “Thank you, master. You are kind, and nice, and…” “And really busy right now, so if you, my guards, would please take this scum to the baggage area, I can get on nagging!” yelled the hooded figure. The guards took away the grateful grunt to the baggage area, and then the hooded figure sat down on a chair in the cockpit. He made the ship go to hyper speed, but he was just thinking, about how to get Dean, and Ash, to die. “I know now!” said the hooded figure. “Admin Sally, were is the landing pad for that stinking rebellion?” A girl admin came up to the hooded figure, and bowed. “It is near Saffron City, sir,” said the girl admin. “Thank you, Sally. No wonder you’re an admin” said the hooded figure, in a happy tone of voice. “Thank you, master,” said Sally, as she looked happy. “I need you Sally, to get all of are reaming Pica-bombers, to drop some electricity, on the problem” said the hooded figure. “The Pichachu’s are all brainwashed, and ready to go in the ship’s, sir,” said Sally. “Good!” said the hooded figure. “Sally, I am giving you a promotion, from admin, to second-in-command.” “Thank you, master” said Sally, almost breaking into happy tears. “You may go now Sally” said the hooded figure. “Yes, sir, right away!” said Sally, as she left the cockpit of the huge, Neuron ship. “Computer, don’t go for Antarctica. Go to point 687-6yy5t” said the hooded figure. “Point accepted” said a girl computer-like voice. “Good, good.” Soon the hooded figure as he saw, that they were near earth now, and his ship headed over to the Kanto region. “It’s time to handle unfinished business in Saffron City!” yelled the hooded figure. Ash was right. He was soon to die.
Last edited by Celebimaster506; 04-03-2006 at 05:38 PM.