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Old 03-11-2004, 12:38 AM
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Chapter 11 : Next Stop. Quirinos! ... Continued...


"You have been beaten! Now call off your friends or I will make their lives and their pokemon as uncomfortable as yours!" Valthor was in no mood for games. This was getting serious and he had no time for more delay. This Siryn woman was becoming a nuisance. And her voice was simply unbearable.

"LET THEM PASS!"she shouted in her usually annoyingly loud voice. Galita couldn’t stand it. 'How does she continue to speak like that and not lose her voice?' He thought he would go deaf if they didn’t get out of there soon. The building they were herded into was both dark and empty but it was perfect for Siryns' style of ambushing and battling for money. What a pity she gained nothing this time. Valthor put her in her place almost instantly.

"THEY CAN LEAVE!' she bitterly told her friends to allow our heroes freedom and Valthor wasted no time in making his exit. He would have to deal with this annoyance on his way home from this weird and accursed place. Something about her irked him. Something about her was amiss.

Lare watched the four Dragonagi Light trainers leave the compound and noticed they were all still in one piece. His liquid metallic eyes registered shock.
"HoW iNtRiGuInG. SiRyN LoSt?" Lare suddenly realized who would be held responsible for the four escaping. 'MaRcUs WiLl hAvE My hEaD fOr tHiS! I mUsT iNtErVeNe bEfOrE tHeY gEt aWaY!" his desperate chain of thoughts concluded and he bounded hysterically towards them from his vantage point on a grassy hill in the city gardens. He would stop them if it were the last thing he did. Code Gravity was relentless in their punishments for failure and he didn’t need to be punished to know this. He recalled how easily he was taken as a child and implanted with his metal bio-mechanical parts. He was constantly teased and avoided by other Code Gravity members, especially Swoon, who was unending in her colorful taunts and jokes about him. His was a tortured existence and one he had no choice but live.

"StOp RiGhT ThEiR!" his unusually robotic voice gurgled this command dripping with panic. His voice sounded more like a blender than words. He waved his arms emphatically as he charged down to the four agents and planted himself in front of them. "Go No fuRtHeR! I ChAlLeNgE yOu!" Years of being programmed to believe failure was death meant he had no choice but to risk himself so.

Valthor and his friends were not amused and were in particularly low spirits at this stage. Siryn had been very time consuming and this guy looked like he wasn’t going to be any easier. Siryn particularly weakened Valthors pokemon so it was another agent's turn to up the heat.

"You really should have gone for the all in one job pal, the half price silver caps on your body make ya look like a cheese grater." Miguel stepped forward fearlessly. This guy looked desperate and theirs nothing more scary than a desperate man. Especially a half-robotic kind. Miguel was going to be careful here. He eventually destroyed his opponent's pokemon with consummate ease, leaving no hint of a window for the metal man to win. The advantage was always Miguels and he took it. The defeated Lare seemed to short circuit or malfunction, as steam appeared to billow from his metallic ears. Miguel watched him with growing pity.

"DeS-eS-eS-eS-tRoY Me!" he begged sounding like a skipping Compact Disc. His words were pleaded with a mixture of pain and fear. "My FaTe WiLl bE wOrSe tHaN dEaTh-EaTh-EaTh-EaTh-EaTh ShOuLd YoU LeAvE mE." He looked utterly harmless at this point. Whoever had created him was a cruel and heartless person. This was all Code Gravitys' fault. And as far as Miguel was concerned, they weren't going to get the satisfaction of torturing him any more. He pulled out his portable super computer.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to catch up. I've got a few upgrades to install on this guy." He connected a cord to the power drained and almost lifeless Lare and proceeded to punch in numerous complicated encryption codes and such as his friends agreed to leave and continue on their chase, happy with Miguels choice to remain and help.

Valthor led his small troop on into the night and the next day without stopping. They were healthy, young and fit individuals, trained for such drastic measures. They were quickly on to the foot of Mount Tauriel, its steep and almost impossibly smooth sides growing higher before them. Valthors senses noticed the immense heat making the run a lot harder continue to increase. The very ground was warming up under them as they climbed higher and higher up the mountain, dodging trees and boulders as they did so. Valthor was particularly wary for traps set by the fleeing thieves.
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Old 03-11-2004, 12:40 AM
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Chapter 12 : The battle is lost, but the War…

"MROOooAAaawwWWWLLL!!!" was the gigantic roar from above as Code Gravity worked their evil over the Legendary bird Moltres.
"C'mon! We're almost there!" Valthor encouraged his two friends.
"That’s what I'm worried about!" Galita joked nervously. They approached the flattened summit of the mountain and found a cave entrance about the size of a single story building high and the same length across. Its arch was menacing in the red light emanating from the earth they stood on, representing blood. They entered the cave mouth and ran carefully through the single tunnel into the deep red lighted depths below.

They stopped at an entrance to a giant chamber. Valthor and his friends could see the giant Flame Legendary Bird Moltres. She was beautiful and scary all at the same time. Her roars continued as Senga and his unit finished their mission. Swoon, Ambre and Myth cornered the fiery bird with their best pokemon and buffeted it with there best attacks as Senga pulled out the large trophy from his pack. He unclicked the ‘L’ ball from its place on the trophy and aimed it at Moltres.

Moltres was aware of her sister birds demise at these fiends hands. She accepted her fate the moment the ‘L’ ball was shown. Senga opened the ‘L’ ball and it worked its magic, absorbing Moltres within in moments.

“Ha haaaaa! Now Code Gravity has all the legendary Birds. Nothing can stop us from accomplishing our master plan. Time travel will be ours! Its inevitable!” Senga reveled in his victory as the paralyzed Dragonagi agents watched on in horror. They recovered their composure and charged towards the evil bullies. Senga knew it was too late. He had won. He quickly used his cybernetic suit to teleport himself and his unit out of the cave, far away into his Gangs secret Head Quarters.

“Unbelievable.” Valthor exclaimed. The shock of defeat was simply too much to handle. “We’ve failed? How is this possible? We will lose our ranks for this. It cannot be.”
Erinn was as shocked as Valthor but was keeping her feelings in check and thinking rationally.

“Its not over yet Valthor. Did you hear Senga? Whatever there plans were, they aren’t over yet.” Galita clicked on this fact also.
“Yeah! He said something about time travel. That can only mean one thing. Celebi! But Celebi is near impossible to capture. You’d need all the legendary birds to do that! … Oh.”

“So, they have all the legendary birds, they have all the ‘L’ balls and they have s secret base that we know nothing about. I think here’s the perfect place to just call it quits. This is impossible.” Galita groaned over their failure.
Suddenly a voice could be heard above them, a calm woman’s voice. When the three friends turned to look, they found it was Larissa, with Miguel.

“Maybe you should, Galita. Perhaps the Dragonagi Light would be better off without such quitters.” Larissa continued. “There is hope yet. We have news that a Dragonagi Light agent has successfully infiltrated the Secret Code Gravity complex and will send us news on its whereabouts shortly. He is very professional and will not fail. He is one of the elite Ninja Dragonagi Guard and is currently sabotaging the complex as we speak.

Moltres wasn’t very happy with the accommodations set up for her. In fact it was literally killing her slowly. Code Gravity members forced her into a tank of water and closed the lid, keeping her in a weakened and sluggish mindset. Worse still for Moltres was being reacquainted with her sisters and seeing similar treatment being forced upon them. Articuno looked haggard in her fiery tank and Zapdos didn’t look comfortable in her advanced rubber one either. Lugia was particularly weak in her electric chamber and Ho-oh didn’t look much better than Moltres felt in her water chamber.

Moltres wandered if her fate was to be decided by those humans that she saw in her cave before these fools captured her. She hoped they would save her before these villains used her powers for their own evil. What use could they possibly have for her and her sisters? How could that pokeball have been so powerful? When will her suffering end? She roared silently in her water tank much to the amusement of the Code Gravity members guarding her.

Senga couldn’t have been in higher spirits. The teleportation worked beautifully. He materialized directly outside the secret doorway, leaving those losers behind to try to figure out what happened. He and his Unit were congratulated and promoted for their good work. Marcus was indeed pleased with Sengas work.

Chad crept through the ventilation shafts silently, peering through the grates as he crawled over them. He was getting closer to the legendary pokemon now. He had covered most of the compound already and by his estimations, the last of the birds would have been caught by now, so he had to find them before they were put to evil use. His mission was going well so far. He hadn’t been caught, so that was a plus. In fact, the numb butts here hadn’t even suspected a thing yet. Such was his skill as an Elite Ninja Dragonagi. Or as they called themselves, ‘E.N.D’.

His search finally ended as he approached a floor ventilation shaft. He could see the tanks perfectly from his ground level view. A C.G. members’ boot planted itself outside the vent, centimeters from Chads’ face and moved on. Chad waited in that shaft for two days and two nights in order to know everything he could possibly remember about the routines and characteristics of the people guarding the tanks containing the legendary pokemon. Even in their weakened state they were truly majestic. These fools will pay. Suddenly, Chad noticed something as he was watching one of the birds, Articuno. It was watching him. He had thought their tanks paralyzing. Amazing. This was going to be his signal. This pokemon seemed to have energy enough for his plans.

Chad needed the key for Articunos’ tank, and he had already known no-one in this chamber had keys to fit the locks on the tanks. He recalled the exact person who did have the keys. Marcus.
Marcus sat in his lavishly decorated room, dwelling on his gangs progress. It was well past his time to sleep but he dared not because anything could happen at this juncture to ruin his plans. The slightest hiccup could throw everything out of place. Marcus wished he could sleep with one eye open like dragons could. Instead he just stayed up and kept himself occupied by watching surveillance tapes of his secret compound.

His room was larger than most in the compound but still only just big enough to fit in his possessions. The small candles in each corner, which emitted just enough light to enjoy the works, lighted up his rich tapestries. Marcus was fond of natural light. Marcus was drowsy and only when he really thought about it did he realize that one of the candles had gone out. Strange, considering he’d only just lit it. Blackness streaked across the corner of his vision and another candle went out, then another and then the last. He panicked and the room was plunged into complete darkness. He tried to focus his vision in the lack of light but only heard his assailant whisper a deathly sentence into his ear without being able to define where he was. “Don’t be fearful of me Marcus, fear only the revenge of your captives.” and with that, the ninja was gone.

Chad knew he was being foolish by giving away his stealth by talking to Marcus. But he truly hated the man and his ideals. He scurried silently back to his position near the tanks and burst out of the vent shaft startling the guards there. He quickly threw a pokeball in one direction and another in the other direction, aimed at two sets of guards. From each ball materialized his ninja trained red Charmeleon and his other partner in this mission, his ninja trained red Scizor. Both as violently dangerous as he in the martial arts, as well as their own brand of pokemon powers. They quickly dealt with the weak guards and tied them up in the corner in the space of about two minutes. While they were doing that, Chad was unlocking the tank containing Articuno. It burst from the jail and screamed its satisfaction found from its newfound freedom. “GarooOOAAaaarrraaaaAA!”
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Old 03-11-2004, 12:45 AM
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Chapter 13 : Team Celebi!

“We can do nothing more Valthor. It is no use stressing over that which cannot be helped.” Larissa tried to council the distressed Valthor.
“We don’t know what the signal will be, or when it will come. What if we miss it?”
Not far away, in the very jungle they were camped in, a massive explosion like a hundred bombs being dropped all at once could be heard followed by a steady stream of billowing smoke from the source of the sound. They watched the smoke and all saw the beautiful wings of Articuno swoop from the carnage and swoop over the trees of the jungle towards the five agents.

Then to all of their horror, Articuno simply stopped beating her wings and plummeted into the thick greenery mere feet away from them. Larissa quickly gathered the poor beasts’ head in her arms and checked over her health.
“She is weakened to almost death. We must get her to safety and find a way to heal her. She will not live long unless we do this.” And so the agents prepared themselves to carry the Ice pokemon away. But their plans were unusually halted all of a sudden.

From directly in front of them all, a small window of piercing bright white light appeared. It started as a speck of dust but grew bigger and wider until it was the size of a doorway. Then from within the window a small but harmless looking creature, green in color and with two small antennae appeared with a small “Mru?”

“Celebi! He comes to aid Articuno.” Erinn noted. “C’mon, lets get her into that portal and get this bird wherever Celebi wants us to go.” No one had any better ideas so they simply carried the limp pokemon into and through the bright portal made by the tiny Celebi. Celebi seemed happy that they went in so it was obviously what he wanted.

Through the other side of the portal the agents could see they were no longer even in Quirinos. They knew this because there was only one lake as big and beautiful as the one before them now and that was the legendary Lake Life. None had ever been lucky enough to see it until now. It was usually very secretly hidden and magically concealed. Celebi beckoned the agents to the lake edge and gestured for them to submerge the Icy Bird within. They did so and instantly saw the lakes magic start the transformation. A flurry of tiny silver and gold sparkly stars flew from the place where Articuno was under water and with every one it seemed a bit more energy entered her weary bones. Articunos’ feathers seemed to recrystallize and harden to their former glory. Her eyes opened with a new vigor and her strength seemed to resurface. Articuno was alive and well again.

Celebi hovered around happily and the agents tried to contain their excitement for Articunos’ recovery. It was a miracle and it was all thanks to Celebi. It was a wonder to behold for the agents and an amazing spectacle. They were all indebted to this wondrous pokemon.
“How can we ever thank you Celebi? You’ve saved Articuno.” Valthor asked. The little grass and psychic type pokemon didn’t hesitate. He simply opened up another portal directly in front of them and flew through, happily beckoning the others to follow as he did so. Articuno was first to dive through and then the others willingly did the same.

Larissa, Miguel, Erinn, Galita and Valthor all appeared back into the forest in Quirinos. This time they were directly outside the Code Gravity complex, billowing smoke and all. Valthor halted the others.
"Guys, this could get dangerous. I'm not sure what's going to happen in here or what we might see, but one thing is for sure. Articuno is going to exact some hard core revenge on this place in a few moments and it might not be safe for all of us."
"Gayooarrrurruurruu!" responded the furious Articuno, flapping her ice cold wings in anticipation.
"She says she will free her sisters and destroy this organization once and for all." Miguel relayed the message from his Espeon to his friends.
At that moment, Chad appeared from some foliage nearby. He looked healthy and happy to find his fellow agents. Larissa excitedly hugged him and welcomed him back from the complex.
"Pi! Purruuruu!" Celebi aimed his talk to the Espeon by Miguels' side. Espeon nodded and focussed to relay the words to his master.
"Celebi says he'll take care of the rest of the Legendary birds the moment they are freed."

"Well, that only leaves one thing then doesn’t it." Valthor noted looking at the beautiful Articuno. The Icy queen of the air leapt up and screamed her fury at buildings before her. Its main perimeter walls, at least twenty feet high and over a couple of football fields across began to shake in fear for its own life. Articuno called upon the powers of the Ice and produced a magnificent and deathly blizzard. The furious storm blew its might straight for the buildings and their occupants demolishing a massive path of destruction directly down the center of the complex. Articuno disappeared into the dust and haze within as Valthor and his friends looked on.
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Chapter 13 : Team Celebi Continued...

From within the blinding dust all the onlookers could hear was screams for help from the confused Code Gravity members inside and calls for order by ranking members. Shouts of pain and surprise were accompanied by roars from freed Legendary birds, intent on revenge. Unimaginably powerful blasts of raw energy and concentrated surges of electricity, fire, water, and ice flew from the dust as the birds reigned their might over the hopeless people inside. What ever was happening to the members of this Head Quarters definitely wasn't pleasant and Valthor didn’t envy their position. By the sounds of the carnage, the birds weren't holding back.

Eventually, painful groans and moans were followed by silence as one by one the legendary birds were helped out of the rubble and settling dust by Articuno and into the open fresh air on the ground before the Dragonagi agents. Lugia, Moltres, Ho-oh and Zapdos, some of the most powerful pokemon ever born were lain in front of the awe inspired friends and a relieved Celebi.

Celebi magically conjured another bright portal and coaxed the legendary birds through to the other side and to their salvation with his reassuring talk. Our six heroes followed suit to watch the healing take place. The same process occurred, with all four of the weakened winged Goliath's submerging themselves within the safety and warmth of the beautiful Lake Life. They allowed its mysterious powers to run their course and restore them to their former glory. Each bird was eternally perfect in every way and all majestically thanked Celebi and disappeared, each soaring in opposite directions.

Senga saw their departure and feeling much safer for the legendary bird's absence, revealed himself to his enemies. He pounced out of the bushes he'd been hiding in since sneaking through the portal after our heroes and declared himself to the shocked and bemused party of 'losers'. He was covered in soot and dust.
"Ha! Thought you'd gotten rid of me didn't you my pathetic little Weedles. Well, it will take more than five legendary pokemon blasting my bosses base to smithereens to get rid of Senga!" Senga had positively lost the plot. During the explosions he had obviously been knocked senseless by one of the blasts and was deluded into thinking he could take on all five trainers and a Celebi.

"You have got to be kidding right? Has some oil seeped into your brain, Senga?" Miguel folded his arms and watched Sengas' comical appearance wandering who would blast him away first.
"Senga, you are truly out of your mind. Go back through the portal you came from before you are destroyed utterly." Erinn reached for a pokeball attached to her leg.
"You're in for a world of hurt Senga. I hope you land on soft earth wherever you end up." Galita smirked his amusement at this interference. This was thoroughly entertaining.

"Your organization has been dismantled for good Senga. Your evil days are long over. I've seen to that!" Chad said triumphantly as he noticed Celebi approach Senga from behind the group of friends.
"So this is the infamous Senga. He looks all washed up. What do you think Valthor?" Larissa was less than impressed by this desperate attempt for an attack. Valthor nodded his agreement.

"Senga, I want you to know, it's been a pleasure wiping the floor with your butt. But I've gotta say it looks as if Celebi thinks you’ve over stayed your welcome here. I think he has a ride already planned for your departure too. Blast him, Celebi!" Valthor enjoyed saying this and Celebi was all too keen to co-operate with this great trainer and his super friends.

Celebi mustered a giant surge of psychic power, a mere fraction of his true powers, and took three little steps towards the wide-eyed Senga. Senga apparently had only just realized his mistake and he gritted his teeth in anger at his own stupidity.
"NoOOOOOOoooooooooo" was all he was able to scream as Celebi unleashed an invisible psychic blast, launching the helpless cyber man high into the sky as fast as a rocket. He disappeared far into the horizon, arms and legs flailing uselessly with a final glint from his armor, gone for the time being.

"Thank you for everything Celebi. You’ve helped us again. I wish we could do something to help you." Valthor said appreciatively. Celebi responded.
"Piruuuruuuu. Celee. Riiiiruuuu. Piiireeeleee. Pi. Bi. Ruuuuleeecee." Espeon relayed the response to his master who told everyone else.
"Celebi says that we have already helped him. He says that Code Gravity planned on capturing him and that without our help he could not have stopped them. He says that he was captured for sure if we hadn't interfered. He thanks us and says we are welcome back to Lake Life anytime."

"Cool, thanks. We will definitely visit you. But right now we have to get back to our Head Quarters in Johto. We wish we could stay longer here with you but it’s a long journey back so we've gotta get going." Everyone was so happy to have witnessed all that they had and experienced everything they had together that it never dawned on them that Celebi could help them here. All except Celebi who helped them by opening up another portal with a single thought and calling for the trainers to go through. He seemed sad to see them go but happy to help their journey.

"Cool, Celebi. Thanks again. We will see you again sometime. Count on it. I hope one-day people will stop trying to control you and the other legendary pokemon like Code Gravity did. Until next time friend." And with that Valthor and his friends each hugged the cute Celebi good-bye with some select parting words and used one of his bright portals for the very last time to get home. Celebi wished all humans were as caring towards pokemon as these six and hoped dearly to meet them again.
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Well, thus concludes the first in the saga called Dragonagi. I hope you enjoyed it. Without further ado, *Surveys the masses of eager fans out there.. * Heres the second and as far as i know, the BEST of the three.
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Chapter 1 : Full Moon Freaks

It seemed only minutes ago he was sitting on the impossibly dark and damp stone cell floor looking out through its unlighted confines into the hazy night outside. He'd had a lot of time to get used to the dark. So much so that he'd grown accustomed to blinking and squinting under direct sunlight. Although the small barred window allowed a slow breeze to circulate the cell in the evenings, for Senga, it was the beautiful moon that refreshed his spirit and kept him motivated.

That was before. Harsh, wet branches slapped and whipped his cold exposed exterior. Childlike muscles burned. His cybernetic new tech-armor and Code Gravity badges of rank stripped from him upon incarceration, he felt physically and emotionally naked running though the thick black forests surrounding ‘Gedyn Prison’. It was the most highly guarded and high-tech prison to date. For so long he'd been propelled through life by bio-mecha implants, created and supplied by his gang. Sitting in a four by four foot cellblock as long as he had should have made his muscle tissue as weak as a kittens. But Senga was smarter than your average Chromex Prison inmate. Using the window bars for support, Senga spent his time within that horrid nightmarish cell to recuperate and regenerate what little strands of flesh he had left. In just one year he'd built himself up from a lifeless pathetic skeleton to a slim framed, agile and deceptively strong individual. His was a will not to be broken. How his Pokemon would recognize him once he had them back was anybody's guess, such was his transformation.

Observing lunar cycles over and over during that year, hoping against hope that this was the Full moon Marcus would strike was a small hope indeed. He didn’t totally believe it, being a natural skeptic. But the idea that the mastermind and millionaire behind Code Gravity and all its operations was going to assist him this time, 'because he wasn’t like the others', was a nice one. He'd seen it a hundred times really. Gang member gets caught. Gang member gets thrown in Chromex. Gang member rots forever. Surely Marcus would understand the value of Senga and not allow that future to be his.

'Marcus sees. He knows I'm special. He knows I'm his best. Yes.' He drooled with delight at his escape, allowing his own warm saliva to slide off his chin, sharp leaves to slice him. He cursed not having his bionic implants. 'How dare they take them from me!' he thought to himself as he instinctually followed the escape plan drilled into Code Gravity gang members' heads from promotion beyond 'grunt'. His boredom and evil depths of thought allowed him to sit week after boring week in that filthy cell, double and quadruple checking the plan in his mind. He even had contingency plans, masterful backup after backup, just in case. Finally, this was the full moon he would begin his revenge.

Hustling through the wet undergrowth of the forests he couldn’t stop himself sharing a thought for his Pokemon. He couldn’t wait. How he missed his Pokemon. They, more so than even his now non-existent implants, served as a security blanket, his perfect party of Pokemon. None in Code Gravity save Myth came close to his might in the battle arena. Everyone in C.G. knew that. Senga trained his Pokemon hard and accepted failure poorly. He didn’t train them all those years only to rot away in prison while they roamed as they wished under Code Gravity's roof.

In truth, Sengas Pokemon weren't sure which was worse, training under him, or slaving for the gang while he was incarcerated.

Dodging green leafed trees and keeping his feet on the slippery forest floor while running took a lot of his energy. As he neared the rendezvous point some five miles from the prison perimeter fence, a storm of fired shots could be distinctly heard far far behind him from within the jails reinforced walls. Horrified, painful, deathly screams followed. He recalled his last thought before being thrown roughly into that stinking cell some 368 days ago. He was unable to even roll on his side due to lack of strength, gasping for breath, open wounds still weeping with fluid from where they removed his implants so imperfectly and roughly.
'Valthor will pay.'

Myth sat upright in his cell mentally tuning himself, preparing himself, as he so often did these days. He was in a meditative state so deep and so peaceful he didn’t even hear the guards outside his corridor hit their helmeted heads on the cold steal floor. They fell one after another as round after round of silenced fully automatic bullets impaled and sliced through their vests, opening such gaping wounds as to render them instantly deceased. Chromex had Pokemon -proofed the whole complex. Not that it did the screaming guards any good.

Marcus' most bloodthirsty were out tonight. There were casualties to both sides naturally. A bloody battle was fought, which Chromex brought about on themselves by separating Code Gravity's four most lethal gang members throughout the massive city-like complex in the first place. Strategies made by the evil gang succeeded as those of Chromex failed. Things might have been easier on their casualty rate had the four targets been celled together. Chromex trained their guards extensively, but they were not prepared for the might Code Gravity threw their way. In Chromex's history, no one had ever escaped and only few had ever attempted to. Most ended their own lives or became unrecognizable as thinking humans before contemplating escape.
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Chapter 1 : Full Moon Freaks continued...

So it was that when the ranking gang member unlocked the five separate manual locks and three digital key locks to Myths' cell, they found him in a dream-like state. Just as the C.G. officer was about to impatiently rouse him, Myth snapped awake. He was dressed and quickly on the roof and down the side of the complex eight floors into the sewerage and separated from the small force left two miles away, in less than 12 minutes. This wasn’t a shock to Myth. It was important to split up in case they were tracked. More importantly, he and the rest of the selected inmates (he had no real idea who) were to meet at a preordained point and wait for further instructions.

'Valthor, my nemesis, your time has come at last." He thought to himself coldly as he slowly, carefully stalked into a shadowed overgrown secret place where a lone dark figure awaited him, seated upon a large fallen tree trunk. Myth had to keep his mind and mental health locked away safely during his stay in Chromex. Battling the seclusion involved with being alone for a year without human contact and only receiving two meals a day had its effect on a guy. It appeared, he thought to himself, Senga at least… had something to do this past year. He looked upon the feeble but largely improved body, void of bio implants, scarred everywhere. It was like every implant left a signature scar for keepsake. For the first time ever, Myth felt pity for his gang unit leader.

Chromex Elite Defender Lieutenant Parker led her unit valiantly through the women's ‘A’ blocks to the very last section, section 8, where the most insane and sinister women were kept. Some of the officers preferred feeding duties in the mens blocks compared to this place, but today apparently was different. Today was a chance to end some of the evil scum. Given the right circumstances. Parker was happy to oblige. In the name of 'duty' of course.

Her unit, 18 strong, awaited their orders as they quietly, calmly squatted just outside the only entrance and exit to the intruded zone. A double four inch pure steel bolt reinforced door. A faulty yellowed light flickered on then off again revealing the door was open. They were the most heavily drilled and fastest responding unit in Chromex and were down to the section in no time, Parker predicting demotion for those who didn’t have themselves geared up and in formation within fifteen seconds. Suffice to say they were all wearing their riot gear. Confident of hearing voices within, she received the green light from her superiors through her earpeice poking out through her black helmet to move in. Parker gave the signal and the troopers stormed the square from the bottom floor double doors, the entrance location.

Guns aimed truly and the battle was quick and gruesome. There was no cover for the guards and their opposition held the high ground. Parker saw ten loyal and good men and women die before her eyes in seconds. The rest were eventually dragged off and used as hostages by other gang members. She came to rest, unarmed, riddled with bullets upon her second in commands corpse, still warm and spasming. Her own lifeblood draining as she watched the smoky room settle into deathly silence.
"Fufufufufu!" cackled a sinister and sickly sweet voice breaking the silence and making Parker involuntarily jump. "It appears you’ve been out played Lieutenant Parker. Pity about your unit." A lone figure stalked tentatively, delicately out from the smoke created by hundreds of rounds of bullets. The figure was both beautiful and deadly.
"S.s…s…Swoon! You w.. w.. won't get away with this!" Parker knew she was as good as dead the moment she saw a second, more imposing figure appear by Swoons' side. This one couldn’t be reasoned with. She wasn’t like Swoon…not this one.

Parker flashed passage after passage of the second inmate's Chromex history files across her mind. 'Irrationally violent…' and '…hostile fits of anger resulting in major permanent injury…' came to mind most vividly. '… Pokemon starvation and malnutrition…' and 'Ultimately loyal to Senga and Code Gravity, …' always rang true as well.

Ambre leaped to the side of the dying woman's head and whispered close.
"Death comes to us all old woman." and she unleashed pump action shotgun round after round into her head with Swoon cackling sweetly in the background, blood splattering her loosely fitted prison uniform. The remains of the Code Gravity force expertly made the path to freedom clear for the women. Chromex was a maze of a prison and their escape would be nothing short of a miracle, compared to the entrance.

'Miracles happen all the time' thought Swoon to herself as she and Ambre were guided out of the grassed prison perimeter by the sole remaining limping gang member. Swoon checked her reflection in a shattered mirror she’d stashed and pulled some gore from her well-kept hair. She flicked it onto the ground. 'I cant wait to see Valthors' eyes when it dawns on him my perfect face is the last thing he'll see before he dies.'
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The beautiful fresh Kanto sun gleamed off the impossibly tall skyscrapers of Saffron City that morning. It was a bright, peaceful and musical morning. Two determined warriors fiercely battled on the roof of one of the tallest central business buildings on a perfectly circular Pokemon dojo. It was constructed from smooth coin sized colored stones and surrounded by small healthy berry trees. It was a stunning Pokemon League battle dojo, one worthy of the long and electrifying battle. Onlookers on the ground could see and hear awesome claps of power coming from the roof, the light produced by the trainers battling providing a decent fireworks display.

Finally, a trainer returned his last fainted Pokemon to its designated pokeball. A beefy and perfect specimen of a Gyarados, its marine blue scales in perfect glistening order and its eyes clamped shut in unconscious pain. Its long dragon-like body was curled up in defeat. The victorious trainer scooped up his proud Pokemon, a smiling hooting Noctowl, its browny red plumage barely ruffled and its eyes adoringly fixed on its red visored owner, matching his red and black uniform. Both looked dazzling as they smiled at each other in mutual friendship.
"Well done" started the defeated trainer. Dressed in a cool fitted red and white trainer's uniform that showed off his strong, mature physique, he walked calmly to the victor. "You’ve beaten me and thus claim your prize. I've never seen the might of one so strong. You're so passionate about your Pokemon. You surely deserve this!" And he handed the triumphant trainer a sparkling Gold trophy.
"Congratulations Arken! You're officially recognized as this years Kanto Pokemon League Champion!" *Cue inspiring music*

Arken accepted the trophy and carefully tucked it in his pack, sitting on the ground. It didn’t matter to Arken that he'd also claimed the Gedyn and Hoenn Championships as well in the past year. These feats were remarkable, yes, but not what he was truly about. The trophies were simply something to do while he searched. Ever since he'd been unceremoniously ganged up on by Code Gravity while trying to help his friend, a great trainer named Sven, he'd been on a self designated mission to single handedly destroy as many gang members as possible with varying levels of success. He'd ranged from successful, to extremely successful. He had become a bit of a legend. Arken the Avenger. Raging Red Arken. The thorn in Code Gravity's behind. He was convincing more members of Code Gravity to quit than they could recruit.

His search kept him moving all over the lands, always with new leads, yet always three steps behind his ultimate goal. The elusive millionaire funding and directing C.G. He'd so far only heard insane gibberish from those he'd managed to interrogate. Most decided death was preferable to the punishments dished out for talking. His last encounter in this, the City of Saffron was a close one. He'd nearly chewed off more than he could swallow. The Saffron branch he'd come across was extensive and well trained, more organized and confident than the previous.

Something made them surer of themselves. But he persevered as always and managed to get the upper hand, like he always did in a fair fight. Their Pokemon were as corrupt and dark as always and he’d had a good idea of what to expect. Pokemon owned by evil, turn evil. And evil never prevails. His Pokemon were wonderful and strong, unlike his opposition. Some from this faction of Code Gravity still jumped at the sight of red for years after. His powerful, well timed and well-trained Pokemon found their mark everytime, never letting his foes have a sniff of a chance.

His Pokemon were truly dazzling. None more so than his special, shiny and glittering Noctowl, who threw opposition down, like they were toys with its powerful special attacks. It would valiantly take a thousand bullets for her friend and trainer.

Even now however, nothing compared to the humiliation he'd suffered at the hands of Senga and his goon's in Quirinos. His hometown people all watched as he was defeated unfairly, but defeated all the same. His honor and dignity taken from him, at least in his own mind, Chris Andersen had been seeking revenge ever since, sometimes at risk of his own sanity. If they wanted to play dirty… then he would not condone such action. He could play that game also, and play it better.

His six beloved Pokemon recorded into the Hall of Fame forever and his data stored by an official Pokemon League employee, Arken, as he was known to all now, began to stalk away, to continue his journey. He saw the newly defeated ex-champion near the far corner of the building roof as he started down the stairs that led down into the building interior.

He noted he had four other similarly garbed trainers with him, deep in conversation. One of them pointed in his direction without looking at him as if he were being talked about. Arken slowed. Then all of a sudden the tallest one, a blue and black haired trainer looked directly at him and gazed into his eyes. Arken halted before the steps, taken aback by the sheer force of the gaze. The trainer approached followed by his friends and a small assortment of their Pokemon. None seemed to look hostile, yet they all felt to Chris as if they could jump off this building and land the forty floors below and walk away without a scratch, and without a fuss. The black and blue haired man spoke kindly.
"Arken! The Arken? From Quirinos?" he asked politely as his blue striped Houndour, evidently a shiny Pokemon, followed obediently and intelligently behind. It was a dog like Pokemon, black and blue, with vicious looking fangs and a muscular physique. Arken could feel the warmth from where he was over five feet away. The heat came from the core of the Pokemon, not its heart.
"Yeah, that’s me. Who are you? He's” Chris looked at his defeated foe who looked innocently back. “not asking for a rematch straight away is he? Because I don’t have time." Chris wasn’t particularly in favor of being approached by groups of apparently strong trainers these days. Not since Quirinos. His dreams were marred by nightmares about that defeat as it was.
"No haha, no nothing like that. We wanted to thank you! Look, I'm Valthor, this is Erinn, Miguel and Galita and you've already met and beaten Orisiro. You may not know who we are, but you helped us about a year ago in Quirinos." Arken didn’t even look at the other trainers. Valthor saw the look of recognition and anger in Arkens body language as he spoke his hometown name. "You did us a huge favor back there and we couldn’t find you, so we had no idea where to find you to say thanks."

Arken didn’t know what to think. He was angry for being used the way he was, but he knew what he was getting himself into, even if he didn’t see it coming. These trainers, who seemed to emanate confidence and self-assuredness, intrigued him. They were obviously capable of looking after themselves on the Pokemon dojo. And if they were battling Code Gravity then they would surely know where to find more out posts to quench his thirst for revenge. Maybe he could turn this to his own advantage. He removed any hostility from his voice that may have been there before.

"Your welcome. I didn’t do much more than stall those freaks. I'm sorry you couldn’t find me before. I've been…busy." he finished deceptively, confident his cause was secret.
"Oh we know. You’ve been annihilating Code Gravity outposts. Good work." Valthor congratulated him to his amazement. The Houndour seemed to smile appreciatively. Galita added hastily,
"Yeah, You'd make a great DrOomph!" Miguel elbowed him in the ribs subtly, halting his words. He covered for his fellow unit member. Dragonagi was a secret.
"A great drill instructor on tracking people down." Miguel's black full-length hooded leather jacket and dark green and black trainers uniform, combined with his ever increasing darkness and silence made Galita think twice about retaliating. The wind ruffled Miguels’ dark green and black hair.
"Well, we've got to be going, so…Adios Chris. And once again, thanks!" Chris noted a large stitched dragon emblem on Valthor's uniform and saw that indeed, the other trainers also had it embroidered on theirs. His eyes lingered on the single beautiful female trainer, who for some reason, he'd previously over looked.
"Wait, where are you going? I…err that is I'd like to come with you. I want to help more if I can." Chris understood that these strange trainers were his only chance of getting some real revenge and pounced desperately. Valthor and his friends turned around to face him. He heard their leader mumble to himself, loud enough for all to hear. As was his intention.
"Hrmm, Director Xvax might go with this. I could always throw him into my first recruitment class." It just so happened that with the Units success in the previous year's destruction of Code Gravity, Valthor had been promoted to 'Recruitment officer' for a few weeks until another Agent returned from his personal holidays. This was a regular procedure in the Agency.
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It seemed everything was going to plan. Of course, Valthor and his unit had foreseen this meeting with the great trainer, Arken. Miguel predicted a meeting with him months before in a dazed state. Valthor and his friends didn’t ask how he knew exactly. Miguel was…. unique. No one really knew how his mind worked these days.

Truthfully they didn’t believe him but since their holidays began upon returning to Dragonagi head quarters in Johto, Miguel had changed remarkably. He still retained his favorite Pokemon, Espeon, a four-legged psychic cat-type Pokemon, who almost never left his side during such expeditions. He was often alone in his thoughts and was feared by newer and even some better established members of the Agency for his dark disposition. His general demeanor was questionable, yet no one asked Miguel or said anything to Valthor for fear of his reaction, being Miguel's friend from early childhood.

On the trip back to Dragonagi Headquarters in Hoenn, Arken managed to get to know the four Agents pretty well. Orisiro departed in another direction grumbling about how it wasn’t fair his holidays were cut short because he was no longer 'champion'. Arken was very impressed with these trainers. They were all so different.

Galita, with his supreme confidence and giant presence seemed to get along with Chris very well. He seemed an army of trainers bunched up into one. His gaze was kind, yet powerful and one knew not to get on his wrong side immediately. His silver white spiky hair and white Dragonagi uniform made him stick out in a crowd, but not enough to attract the wrong attention. He seemed eager to prove himself and show his worth whenever an opportunity arose. His signature Pokemon, a wonderful Scizor, seemed to be a mirror image of his confidence. Its bright dark red metallic shell like armor covering its humanoid, almost bug like body made it an intimidating and graceful Pokemon, swift of foot and strong in defense.

Erinn was softly spoken and gentle in nature, her small but athletic build unintimidating and pleasurable to gaze upon. Her long dark brown hair, with a single fleck of blue along her right side reached her hips easily in a single plat. She surprised Arken by appearing to be more goal driven and disciplined than anyone he'd ever seen before, while remaining friendly and talkative.

He was amazed at the intense power and impossible size of all her Pokemon. They were so immense and yet so loving of her while she let them out of their pokeballs that he knew here was a trainer of fantastic ability for one so young. She loved all her Pokemon dearly, but showed particular attention for her sassy natured Ampharos, who doted on her in return. Its dragon pear shaped form, and ball tipped tail almost hiding its fierce prowess in battle with coolness. It often sizzled the air in its excitement whenever Erinn called it over to her, making those around who weren't fried laugh. Being an electric type Pokemon, this was somewhat expected.

Miguel was another thing altogether. Arken hadn't managed to get a single word from the mysterious psychic all trip. He didn’t need to be told of Miguel's ability for it was plain to see. He carried with him a presence of hidden power. A dark and unattractive power. Arken was happy to allow Miguel to remain with his own thoughts, and his Espeon, whom it appeared Miguel was actually having silent discussions with. He was later informed that Miguel could talk to his Espeon via a psychic link, opened up while in the fabled Black Star realm. But that’s another story. Arken simply wasn’t sure about Miguel's agenda. He seemed so dark, yet fought for good.

Along the way back to headquarters, the group of trainers seemed to take as many opportunities as possible to get into a Pokemon battle with complete strangers. Arken found this strange, for no matter how weak the trainer, or how untrainerlike they seemed, a challenge was thrown down and the challenged were always completely slaughtered with flare. Each had about two battles each along the way and none were so much as close to getting beaten. On one occasion, a trainer had recognized Erinn, and subsequently ran for all he was worth back the other way along the trodden path.

Arken was guided the final stages to the headquarters blindfolded and only allowed to remove the blindfold once he was within its perimeter. He was amazed. Dragonagi headquarters was a small city within itself. Clearly underground, it easily contained some one hundred individuals, all masterfully educated Pokemon trainers. He had never before felt so small and uninformed. Everyone within seemed to be doing something constructive. No one simply relaxed in Dragonagi. It was a hive of activity, always running like a well-oiled machine. And yet, everyone seemed strangely happy. Pokemon roamed seemingly free and provided aid to their owners as if it was a favor for a friend not a direct order. Everyone here seemed not only happy, but walked with a sense of pride and even innocence, in harmony with their Pokemon. How could this city of metal and technology not be known? How could the magic used to hide this hulking beautiful fortress be? It was strange that something so large was so well hidden from the public eye.

Chris was told he was permitted to observe the Complex and he didn’t waste his chance to explore. He wandered into some magnificently constructed environments, designed for Pokemon to live within the Dragonagi walls. He was startled by the detail that had gone into each habitat and the friendliness of most of the Pokemon within. Some however showed they could be quite hostile, and not nice at all. He noticed a particularly large enclosure that was teeming with majestic Dragon Pokemon. Arken leaned on a guardrail. He watched them for a few minutes, hypnotized by the Dragonairs' grace and the nurturing, mysterious power of the giant Dragonites. The untainted powers contained within the Dratini and the brutal strengths of all the other dragon type Pokemon dwelling there blended into a kind of harmony with the enclosure. This was clearly a special enclosure.
“One of them will be yours soon my friend” a voice came from behind. He recognized it immediately as Galita who continued.
“Yup. Every member of Dragonagi is granted a Dragon type Pokemon as an initial gift for joining our ranks. I've no doubt you’ll pass the exams and become one of us. Just look and remember these beautiful specimens and you should do fine. They are enough to inspire the greatest deeds.” The two men chatted for a while, each sharing stories and heroics as Pokemon from the enclosure pretended not to watch and listen to them.

He was allowed to set up his room, sleep fitfully and the next morning called by Galita (on Valthors orders) into a large indoor square where he was seated upon the ground amongst about forty other young and nervous trainers. They all lacked the Dragonagi uniform he'd noticed on everyone else who worked here. They sat and waited tensely while several Dragonagi representatives hurriedly shuffled papers and organized the name list at the front of the hall. Finally Valthor emerged from the small group, shiny blue striped and serious natured Houndour in tow, and almost addressed the eager trainers. The Houndour barked the group to silence with a single deep roar. Valthor strode before them leisurely.

"Well done." He broke the silence and the relief was evident on each of the trainer's faces. "Well done is what I might be saying should I accept any of you to our ranks. None of you is a guarantee. No one is selected until the final test is completed. Your past and your achievements mean little here. Your lives as you know them mean nothing here. Your commitment and your desire to be the best and shine above the rest are what I care about now. Those of you who do not meet our satisfaction will be politely escorted out of the Agency. Those few, and when I say few” he smiled “I mean approximately the top three percent, who do succeed in impressing us will go on to become Dragonagi Agents, depending on where we think you belong." None of this seemed to relax any of the recruits, but it brought smiles to the rest of the Agents in the room to see these fresh faces squirm under Valthors well chosen words. They continued to listen and watch, arms folded standing behind Valthor as he marched among the recruits, careful not to stand on any of them. He spoke both words he'd heard when he was recruited, and added his own. His Houndour followed him, looking each recruit square in the eyes in imitation of Valthor.

"Our ranks have grown in the past few years. Dragonagi is becoming stronger. I do not refer to numbers, because Dragonagi has always and will always have only a certain designated number of members. Some members leave for one reason or another. When this happens, we need to replace them. That’s where you come in." He gestured at the recruits. His voice boomed fair and strong throughout the whole high roofed compound "You will each complete four tests, like you have never have participated in before. We will pick our new agents from your combined average marks. Report back here in five hours for your first test.”
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Meanwhile in Celadon City, the newest members of society were making their presence felt.
Reveling in her friends' laughter and encouragement, Ambre added her final touch to the humiliation of the old man. The street was filled with horror gasps and cries for help.
"Snorlax! Metronome again! This time make it good you fat curse!" Her overfed, massive Pokemon bent its concentration on its new move, scared of failing his master. The Snorlax felt the move click in its mind and it smiled at the elderly man, walking stick held up in defence for his life and that of his nearly fainted Teddiursa. The Teddiursa proved to be a quick victory for Ambre, who in front of the gathered crowd, with her Snorlax, decimated its Light Screen and dealt it some burning Fire Blasts. She had intended on finishing off the teddy bear looking Pokemon with the previous metronome, but was enraged when it turned out to produce a Mist, which had absolutely no effect on either Pokemon. How annoying.

Snorlax unleashed its gathered newfound and temporary power, a Tri Attack. Its multi coloured angular beam spiraled towards the helpless pair and its aim was great. By the time the dust had settled they were not a pretty sight. The poor Teddiursa cried for her injured master.

The four gang members walked away. Their time for terrorism was over for now. It was only a few hours ago they were finally re-united with their Pokemon, which didn’t even seem all to thrilled to be reacquainted with their former masters. A few gang members, who had not counted on their return, had to be put back in their place by the four trainers. As the last rebel to claim the crown of ‘most dangerous gang member’ was eating a storm of black bubble like Psychic blasts by Myth and Senga, Swoon and Ambre beat the stuffing out of several new members, unaware of who the four were.

"Now you know!" was the answer they received.
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Lare, newly freed cyborge of Dragonagi roamed the lush forests connecting Gedyn and Quirinos in a never-ending quest for enlightenment. He was once the slave bot of Code Gravity, but now, set free by Miguel, who using every ounce of his knowledge about such things re-wired Lare to think and work for himself. Although remaining at the Dragonagi compound for well over a month before finally being convinced his life was destined to be lived elsewhere, he now loved his new existence. He walked the roads, and lived adventures like everyone else. He had his fair share of victories and friendships, each one a new experience for him.

Today was a beautiful day, and one he was happy to be alive on. For although mostly metal, Lares' was a human mind. He stopped to pick some blooming Citrus flowers, which smelt fantastic to him. He was just about to store them in a compartment in his pack when he thought he heard something coming from the undergrowth on his left.

Suddenly the ground underneath him shook wildly, blurring his vision and shaking birds out of their nests above him. He stumbled, trying not to lose his flowers and he rolled onto his side with little agility, for he weighed a lot more than most. The shaking stopped and he stood up dazed as four familiar faces approached him together with a menacing, hulking Nidoking and Nidoqueen.

'Huh? Those are Swoon's and Senga's Pokemon!? Here? Who's that I wonder?' he thought to himself as they neared, looming over him in an intimidating manor.
"Long time no see, Lare."
"Oh, hi guys." Lare wasn’t really feeling like being sociable right about then.
"We heard you were lost, but I never forgot I had a tracking device to find you whenever I needed to. Its time to come back to Code Gravity, Lare. Funs over." It was the familiar voice of Myth, his original creator.
"No, Myth. I'm free now. I just want to be left alone. I don’t work for anyone anymore." Lare didn’t like where this was going. He tried to reason and explain. He liked the evil look of disgust on Myth's face even less once he tried.
"Who has altered your voice program? What are these weak upgrades I see on you?" Myth sneered. His creation had been tampered with. He wanted to pry apart every part of his robot and see how much had been altered.
"Nobody. It’s nothing Myth. I'm just free now, that’s all." How else could he explain it?
"Free!?!?" Myth was hysterical. "You're no more free than a filthy Pokemon. Maybe I should make YOU a pokeball for such a goody goody attitude." Myth stepped forward, readying to flick the cyborge's cutoff switch. Lare, fearful of his past and the terror he'd had to go through because of these people, snapped Myths wrist out of the air and threw him back into his gang with one arm. This was not what he wanted. This wasn’t what he was created for. He couldn’t let them do this to him again.
"No!" Flowers in hand he threw his pokeballs spinning through the sky, materializing his Pokemon directly in front of his ex-tormentors. "Gligar, Spinda, Dratini! Gooooo!" The Pokemon reacted instantly to Lares requests. "Gligar, Reflect Now!! Spinda, Reflect next to his, Dratini, polish off their work with another reflect!!" In no time at all, Lare had created a glassy wall of pokedefense, him and his Pokemon on one side and his enemies on the other. His Pokemon doubled and tripled their efforts, reinforcing the wall and making it longer and higher everytime, finally caging the gang of criminals in a dome of crystal like glass that not even the Nido's could break until hours later, when the walls magic wore off.

"I just want to be left alone." He said gently to them as they screamed muted curses at him from behind the wall. He returned his Pokemon and walked away, leaving his past behind him. He was tired of being a slave and he was enjoying his life too much for it to be enslaved now. He delicately placed the Citrus blooms in his pack, whistling to himself as he continued on his adventures.
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Lance glided unseen through the shadows of a large city far away from the lands occupied by Dragonagi. He and his team were far from home. Almost a year now he'd led his unit through the lands and terrain’s of Hoenn, Kanto, Johto, Gedyn and Quirinos, to name most, in the hunt for the fugitive Siryn. She'd been on the run for over a year now, causing trouble and leaving signature signs of her presence everytime. Sometimes it would be a devastated trainer, beaten and demoralized, or a couple of innocent bystanders, conned out of their Pokemon.

Expert researcher and all wise Sven and brown haired and tough Blue (as he was called) were his fellow agents on the mission and were always of tremendous help. Sven knew all there was to know and then some on Pokemon. Blue just seemed unstoppable in a Pokemon battle. Lance had it on good authority that Blue had accomplished everything there ever is to accomplish in the world of Pokemon battling. Sven was only a year into the agency and was immediately thrust into the mission with Lance and Blue. For his knowledge of the surrounding lands was imperative for their survival. Blue had simply volunteered to join Lance, who had originally chosen to proceed alone. It was apparent, Blue had a score to settle with Siryn.

The city, massive, sharp and hard was the perfect place for them to corner her. The three of them working together had failed to so far apprehend her successfully. But here in the city, they had an advantage. Closed in spaces. Lance received a COM link notice from his earpiece. ‘Beep!’
He opened the signal, still walking slowly and carefully through the streets darkness, lighted by the odd street light.
“Speak.” He opened as a pedestrian walked past him. Even at this time of night, people worked.
“Its me, She's spotted me as planned. She’s running back to the hotel district. I’m pursuing.”
“Don’t lose her! Keep on her tail. Call me if something happens.” Lance cut the link and opened another one up.
“She’s moving. Hotel district. Be there when we arrive. This is it, Blue. I can feel it.”
“Got it, I’m almost there. I’ll wait by the Star Hote…” The voice almost finished when Lance’s COM cut off and Sven cut in desperately.
“She’s bolting! Lance! She's headed to your location! She’s about ten minutes away. I can’t keep up!” Lance could hear Sven huffing as he ran.
“On it. Keep me posted on which way she’s going.” Lance sprinted, cape billowing behind him, up the street. He ran on and on until finally a message came.
“I’ve lost her! Have you seen her?” Sven sounded puffed and wheezy.
“No. Where did you see her last?” He was determined not to fail again.
“She turned from Mlu Avenue into… Umbreon Street.”
Lance checked his stride and stopped still. He was on Umbreon Street. He looked for a likely place to hide.

ThWaCk! Something cold and metal struck him on the back of the head and he went down, swiveling enough in the process to watch his would be attacker pitter patter away on soft feet.
He rose groggily to his feet and gave pursuit. She wasn’t going to get away from him that easily. From behind him he heard Sven’s tired steps pound up the street and try to catch up with him. Eventually he out distanced Sven and was alone chasing a shadow that disappeared every time she dived into an alley or another street until he turned into the same one. Lance continued to give Sven and Blue directions through his Com as he ran.

He ran until his muscles ached. His legs burned with lactic acid. Sweat dripped off his brow and his feet felt like lead weights. His clothes were soaked in perspiration, sticking uncomfortably to his slick flesh. She continued to keep a safe distance from him, yet she seemed to him to get further and further out of reach. But he ran on in hope.

The further he ran the more he grew angry. His anger boiled hotter and hotter with every step. He hated this woman for her devious tricks and her deceptions on innocents. Always leaving hints of her paths through lands to keep him and his unit interested, it was as if she liked this game. He suddenly stopped running as he came to an intersection. Every way he looked, he couldn’t see her. She could have been anywhere. His brow furrowed in irritation, as he was about to take a wild guess and run left.
“I’ve got her, Lance. She's just dived into the first hotel she could find when she saw me. She's in the Lazy Lanturn.”
“Be*pant pant* there soon.” Lance trudged up to the hotel and saw the open front door swinging lightly. Blue emerged from the shadows a moment later chuckling to himself. “Had a bit of a jog did we?” He found Lance’s midnight exercise quite funny. Lance shared the joke in good humor.
They waited a few moments while Sven caught up and they proceeded inside the double doors.

Lance knew Blue’s real name. He knew Gary Oak well for they had been in Dragonagi together a long time now. Long enough to know that anyone new to the Agency wouldn’t even recognize him. It used to be that Gary couldn’t so much as move during the day without being mobbed by fans. His appearance had changed some since his days as a runaway trainer, having adventures with the legendary Ash Ketchum. He was sharper, some would say rugged to the point of grizzly. But Lance knew behind those vicious features a wise and powerful trainer lurked.

Lance snapped back to the present as he remembered their mission. Siryn. It turned out after a years investigating and tracking was a lot more than everyone had first perceived. The annoying trainer Valthor beat in his bid to track Senga was not as unimportant as he had thought. All signs pointed to Siryn being the right hand woman to Marcus. Every crime and wrong committed by Code Gravity led eventually back to her. She was only second to Marcus in authority in C.G.

Siryn waited. She sat, head just below the window facing the front door of her hotel room as the three agents slowly but surely had her cornered in the building. She was trapped like a rat. All her work had come to this. Siryn was devastated. The battle with Valthor a year previously was a joke. She had to take the fall and pretend to be something she wasn’t. She knew Senga was caught if she didn’t act. She had never felt so revolting as when she threw the battle with Valthor for Marcus to ‘Keep her safe’. How lame.

She recalled how fun it was to single handedly deal death to the two ninja Dragonagi about a month before as they tried to assist in her capture. She knew they had found out her real role in C.G. once the E.N.D were involved. Those blasted ninja trainers are a tricky lot. They were always hard to spot in any environment. She was aiming for all four of them, but two was enough to halt their hunt for a few days at least. Close enough is good enough when it keeps you alive for a month longer. They should have bought their own water with them instead of drinking from the small pond she’d poisoned.

The lavish hotel, its beautiful purple patterned carpet and magnificent walled artwork would normally be something she’d stop to admire. But here tonight, she hated it as if it were her prison cell. She had bolted past the glitzy, soft leather couches and wall mounted touchscreen building directory without thinking to look where she was going and ran directly into a young man. Both were thrown down onto the beautiful tiles. She cussed him for his interference but had the presence of mind to pick his pocket in his daze and steal his room key as she picked herself up. She noted the room number on the key and went up the elevator and into the room leaving the fool to his own designs.

Lance led his unit through the foyer and to the elevator room where a young man stood, dazed and looking bruised.
“What happened to you?” Blue asked him suspiciously.
“Oh, a woman ran right into me. The silly person wasn’t looking where she was going. And now it seems I’ve left my keys back at my room so I’m going to go and get them.” Lance and Sven looked at each other ironically. Blue spoke first.
“Which room are you in friend?”

Lance knew Siryn wasn’t about to go down without a Pokemon battle so he had his pokeballs at the ready as Sven and Blue kicked the door down. Immediately in front stood an infuriated Siryn, Pokeballs in hand.

In an emotion charged and no holds barred battle in which both parties suffered greatly, Lance emerged the victor, proving patience and technique wins everytime. He had complete faith in his Pokemon whereas Siryn seemed to doubt her Pokemon s ability to hang on.

Lance’s Dragon type Pokemon, including his signature Dragonite, eventually destroyed Siryn’s noise oriented Pokemon, particularly her Exploud, who seemed to take a liking to torturing his opposition with his shrieking and deafening attacks before defeating them. Her capture was a proud moment for the three men, who happily began escorting her back to the Dragonagi Light Complex.
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Valthor didn’t particularly enjoy his new post in the Dragonagi Light. 'Damn Xvax for claiming his holidays now.' he thought. Although Valthor was qualified for the position through hard work during his 'Advanced Leadership and Direction' classes, he never expected to be given such a job as this. He preferred being out in the world with his Pokemon Pokemon and with his friends. It did afford him some small opportunities however. Being confined to the complex meant information was easily accessible. It’s what Dragonagi did most of the time, gathering information. Due to this, he was aware of the circumstances under which Dragonagi was in need of new Agents. Usually nothing untoward occurs to provoke recruitment. Usually it stems from a retirement or a small accident in the Scientology department of the Agency, mostly an experiment gone wrong with Snr Professor Larwood. Members are permitted to leave whenever they wish after a single year of service in the agency but it was very very rare indeed that an Agent would leave after that time.

No, this time it was due to two E.N.D. agents being killed in action while trying to track down a particularly insane criminal on the run. No one knew the exact details of their deaths since their Pokemon could not be found after their bodies were discovered, evidently poisoned. Valthor was too busy to deal with that for now. But he stored the information in the back of his head.

E.N.D. or Elite Ninja Dragonagi are extremely well trained and highly deadly individuals. It seemed armies of men could come at these super warriors and never lay a hand on them, such was their skill with the katana and their Pokemon. It was said they could walk on broken glass while dealing death to those that attacked them without making a sound. Their demise was most unexpected. Their remaining Pokemon were quickly given the choice to remain or be set free. Most Dragonagi Pokemon choose to stay and these Pokemon were no exception. When they were ready, they would stand and be eligible to choose another trainer within the agency.

By the end of the examinations, two likely candidates out shone not only the rest of the group but also the expectations of the recruiters, even Valthor. The first was a young and aggressive trainer, whose offensive and preciseness while using his Pokemon during the tests was remarkable if not amazing. His Pokemon seemed to match his own style of battling. He had a particular liking for his Aipom, who was startlingly well trained. This young trainer not only took it up to the others, who no matter what they tried, seemed outdone, he also seemed to take pleasure in his talent. When he heard individual results once the marks were tallied, he seemed to gloat and provoke reactions from nearby recruits, apparently thinking he was funny. His bright thinking and natural ability to see dangers almost before they reared their ugly heads saw him through with barely a lost mark. His youthful energy and never ceasing smiles made him a popular choice. This trainer's name was Ryath.

Something about the trainer spoke volumes to Valthor. He couldn’t quite place it. Something about the look of Ryath was familiar. Valthor couldn’t help liking the kid. He was a great trainer in the making and reminded him of himself.

Then a more mature, steady and graceful trainer by the name of Arken came through the exams quietly and without fuss. His Pokemon seemed to be a natural extension of his will in battle throughout the tests. He was a clear winner during the Mini tournament, defeating even Ryath in a tight final in which Noctowl featured brilliantly. Arken’s Pokemon seemed calm, controlled and always steady. Where another’s Pokemon might have panicked, Arkens prevailed. Valthor recalled his recruitment examinations and in particular his first placing during the Solo event. During the Mini tournament he had come a close second, behind the ever-powerful battler, Galita. And he'd placed first overall in that series of tests. Good times indeed.

The rest of the disgruntled recruits were dismissed and taken away by members of the Agency in groups of ten, one group at a time. Valthor guided the two newest members of Dragonagi to a small office for a debriefing and chat. They each sat down, Valthor behind a large mahogany table, featuring a cool Yin Yang pokeball design. The two new Agents sat opposite.

"You two have done well to get here and I should point out you were clear examples of what we're looking for in the positions your expected to fill. You will be molded fin the role of an End Agent. Elite Ninja Dragonagi remains to this day the hardest and most physically demanding role in the agency. We have field Agents, Poke-training instructors, scientology, educational lecturers, in-house researchers, recruiters, Pokemon breeders and grounds keepers and the records departments just to name a few that I'm aware of. But none of these requires the physical guile you will need for End." He was slightly interrupted by two agents standing at attention outside the office door window. They stood silent, but their presence wasn’t easily missed.

"Larissa, Chad. Please enter." The glum pair joined Valthor behind the table. Each was wearing pure black uniforms, which covered every part of their bodies except their faces. Arken noted even their faces could be covered at anytime by the fabric masks hanging loosely around their necks. Both saluted Valthor then walked around his desk and stood behind him looking analytically at the new members of Dragonagi. Valthor couldn’t help but notice Chad didn’t completely hide his grief over his recent loss. He and the deceased agents were together in that unit for over four years.
"These will be your unit superiors. Your unit will consist of the four of you. Larissa is the unit Leader. She calls the shots." Valthor tried to get proceedings going.

"Although I am largely unworthy." Larissa quickly pointed out in a soft wispy voice. Her long straight black hair was meticulously braided. Her dark eyes showed the most emotion Valthor had ever seen in an End agent. He didn’t think it was possible to show so much sorrow as an End. "I would not be in the position of Leader were it not for my Commander and partners deaths at the hands of Code Gravity." Her sadness was evident and Valthor wished he could do more for his friend. She had done so much for him in his time at the agency. She had been the one to recruit him.

However, despite their mourning, Arken and Ryath were trained under Larissa and Chad’s watchful guidance. The first thing Arken and Ryath were given was their dragon Pokemon. It was a lucky dip. Ryath seemed happy with his Dragonair and Arken was ecstatic about receiving the rare Milotic, both Pokemon beamed up at their new owners, glad for a change in scenery.

During their training, Chad seemed reluctant to call the pair End at all and found failure intolerable, often punishing his new unit members severely. His anger at the deaths of his partners left him irritable and he knew this. He and Larissa worked together through the pain of their loss, and with perseverance, they continued training their new partners until they were acceptable, if not incapable of hurting themselves in the heat of battle.

Arken watched and learned a lot from Chad who was a warrior through and through. His smooth movements and analytical gaze gave him the presence of a cat in a human body. He seemed ready to leap into battle while trimming a perfect miniature bonsai all at once. Larissa was taking the loss of their partners just as badly. She saw in her new partners extreme skill, but was forever reminded of her loss.
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The blue striped Houndour followed happily by Valthors side on the way to do some mundane task to fill some time. Valor was what his friends called him, a name given in honor of his courage in battle. He prided himself on the name bestowed on him by Valthor. He liked it.

His life in general he loved or else he would set off on his own. Being a shiny Pokemon many a passers by will ask about and dote on him, and he didn’t mind that. For all his guttural growls and roars, he was a very tame Pokemon and loved the attention. His coat was well kept and his general appearance, though very fine, required no large amounts of maintenance. He rarely actually groomed himself.

There was nothing Valor enjoyed more than the freedom granted by roaming outside his pokeball, beside his best friend, Valthor. He couldn’t imagine the closeness of the pokeballs walls being anywhere as close and warm as the closeness of being by his friend’s side. Valor knew he would throw himself in the line of fire for his friend no matter the cost. He loved his trainer very much and understood him better than most would believe possible.

Countless times his courage had saved his friend, and there was never a time when he wouldn’t do it. There was no obstacle he wouldn’t cross to leap to his friend’s protection. He’d battle in the pits of hell for Valthor given the chance.

Valthor picked up his task sheet and went to work, Valor happily strutting after him and Miguel.
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The pair of new agents sparred with every spare minute they had. Their katana swords ringing with every hard contact. Their practice sessions were violent and sometimes seemed more than just a practice. Often, instead of withdrawing once a stroke hit, Ryath would push more advantage and strike again, while Arken was thinking the bout was over and was preparing for the next. More than once, the two came to blows. Arken simply didn’t trust the younger ninja who vividly reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t place whom. The mere sight of the agent sparked a hatred in him he simply couldn’t explain.

Chris and Ryath were the talk of Dragonagi. Both seemed to settle in extremely well. Chris was looked on with awe and made friends very quickly in the first week of his stay in the Agency. His quiet but friendly disposition combined with a cool attitude to life put him in good stead with both the more mature agents and the young. Many trainers asked to see his well groomed and shining examples of Pokemon, for who he happily obliged.

Ryath on the other hand had built more of a cult following. He was aware of eyes on ‘the new End’ agent and played to it. He proudly sported his new black uniform and made certain his End status was thrown in everyone’s faces the moment an opportunity arose.

An example of this was while a third year Green Dragon Knight agent cleaned one of the indoor Pokemon pools with a long broom appliance. She was in the middle of her chore when she realized she needed another tool. It was on the other side of the lake-sized pool in a bucket filled with cleaning apparatus. Ryath was walking past when she politely asked him to help.

“Hey, Ryath! Ryath, could you please pass me my bucket?” she asked as she scrubbed away at the pool steps. He looked at her quizzically. Pokemon and people alike dropped everything and watched with anticipation and worry. Ryath had a small group of followers at this stage and they all predicted something entertaining might happen here. He looked down at the bucket, smiled pleasantly and picked it up. He walked alone to the side of the pool as she crouched by the edge of the water, broom in one hand, the other outstretched for the bucket.

“Here ya go friend” he said as he started to hand her the bucket. He thrust the bucket into her free hand, the momentum of the tool filled bucket carried her into the pool as he continued walking around it back to his cackling and guffawing followers.

SPLASssHhh!

His friends all cheered and hooted their appreciation for the joke while the glubbering agent struggled out of the freezing water. She was about to demand an explanation when she realized Ryath hadn’t stuck around to chat and neither had his friends.

Such occurrences were not frequent, but prevalent. Arken helped find a towel for the poor agent and apologized on his unit member's behalf. He didn’t find such a thing funny at all and felt utterly sorry for the shivering agent. That pool had been constructed for Ice type Pokemon such as Dewgong, Glalie and Cloyster.

Valthor continued small time jobs in the Dragonagi compound, as was usually the way when things were slow for the agency. There were never enough small jobs to be done. He and his unit were sometimes split up while there were no field missions for them and this was no exception. He and Miguel were teamed up to co-ordinate the relocation of an entire class of Science desks and equipment. They had arrived at the designated class just as the last of the students was exiting.

Valthor had just recognized the room as Professor Larwoods’. He smiled fondly thinking of what he knew of the professor. Larwood was a genius. He’d risen up the ranks and rungs of science faster than any other. He was destined to be the greatest Pokemon scientist in the field of Pokemon exploration ever. He was also one of the nicest, genuine and honest men around, before and after his accident.

Unfortunately he was so badly blasted by one of his own experiments that he awoke from a coma a different man in some aspects. He retained most of his genius but he was clumsier, more forgetful and some even avoid him saying he was a raving maniac. Valthor thought he was a great man who deserved his place in Dragonagi more than most. Larwood served as much as them.

He was thinking about Larwoods’ most recent botched experiment, where several students emerged from the class bright purple and dazed, still tasting a bitter sour fruit taste.

He snapped back to the present. The last thing he remembered was looking at Miguel who had stopped two feet short of the door looking as alarmed as a deer caught in headlights. Valthor had his hand on the door and pushed it open “What is it Miguel?”

Valthor awoke, tucked tightly in an emergency ward bed. He looked over to the bed beside himself and noted Miguel was just emerging from a slumber also, covered in red stained bandages and swabs. Miguel looked like he’d just been blown fifty feet into the air and then dropped on a minefield. Suddenly, Valthor felt like he’d done the same. Blackness.

“He’s coming round. Quick, the water.” Valthor heard Erinn's voice echo in his head as he slowly regained his senses and bearings. He opened his eyes and noticed his blurry friends, Galita with a glass of water which he accepted gratefully, Erinn looking worried but happy and Miguel standing behind them looking murderous. Valthor only glanced at the hostile glint in Miguel's eyes briefly before being bombarded with questions from his two other unit members.
“What happened?”
“Miguel says an explosion occurred as you entered the science lab.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Who’s responsible?”
“Do you remember anything Valthor? Miguel says he remembers little.”

He sat up to drink his water and clear his throat. He felt dizzy and lightheaded and saw his arms were bandaged up pretty solidly. He felt a bandage wrapped over and around his forehead and around his chest. He felt like he was a slab of wet clay. Nothing he’d ever done hurt this much before.

“Nothing.” he responded groggily. He turned to his best friend “Miguel, you remember nothing?”
Miguel approached the bed and shook his head gingerly. “Nothing friend.” He looked full of rage to the point the air around him sizzled. “Espeon and Houndour are in the care of Nurse Joy. They were lucky not to have been killed. Lucky they do not know how to open doors, or it would have been them taking the brunt of the explosion and not us…. well you."

“What explosion? What happened?” Valthor was beginning to think he might have been at the wrong end of one of Larwoods experiments gone wrong.
“Espeon was able to give me a warning just before you opened that door Valthor. He told me he was not sure it was wise. She seemed to smell gas.”
“We smelt no gas Miguel?” Valthor didn’t want to believe he was the recipient of an assassination attempt. Not in his own home.

“Espeons sense of smell is more acute than our own. I didn’t have time to translate his thoughts for you before you opened the door and triggered off the explosion.” Miguel seemed deeply shamed by his inaction. He felt very responsible.

“So this was a trap? We were supposed to die in there?” He was livid.

“It appears so” Galita offered. “You two have been out of it for two days now. It was touch and go there for a while but your obviously reacting well to Nurse Joys potions. While you were out I did a little investigating. Miguel says a student was leaving that room as you were heading towards it. You passed whoever it was halfway down the hall remember? Well, there was no class Valthor. That student wasn’t supposed to be there. You MUST remember who that student was. Xvax has been notified and says he’s cutting his holidays short for you.”

Valthor searched his memory. He dug and dug some more. He rummaged and looked and searched and turned the incident over and upside down to shake the memory of the face of that student out of his memory banks. But to no avail. He slumped back into his double pillows dejected and frustrated.

“I can’t.”
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Head Director Xvax returned to Dragonagi seriously disturbed. Not for the first time, it was associated to Valthor and Miguel. He had been enjoying his holidays watching the internationally acclaimed Kimono Girls shake their thing on stage in Mahogany Town when he got the word of an assassination attempt on one of his most important investments. He was back in Dragonagi in four days and as usual, took total charge with signature authority. His thorough investigations came up with little other than the confirmation that Larwood had not been responsible for the gas and that Valthor had not been given the task of moving the science room to another location by anyone officially.

The order, in the shape of a written notification looked authentic but Blue Dragon Knight Supervising Director Mlu denied having written it out. It was a fake. No one disbelieved Mlu for she’d only been in Dragonagi for over 12 years and had served it long and faithfully for the whole time. No one dared doubt her word.

Valthor and Miguel were both up and continuing as normal now and were always closely tailed by the ever loyal Erinn and Galita, who refused to be persuaded otherwise.

“No chance guys. There ain’t no order you can give to stop me from doing this. Accept it and carry on Valthor.” Galita spoke for both Erinn and himself as Erinn nodded to make sure they knew. Valthor wasn’t worried about them following him everywhere, as much as worried about his reputation within the Agency. He was fooled. Duped by whoever almost killed him. And now he needed to be babysat. How embarrassing. His pride was hurt and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

He and the rest of his unit were snappy and vigilant all the time, unhappy that someone within the complex had tried to harm them. They were happy to accept that when an assassination fails, there is normally more to follow. Galita and Erinn were ready for whatever came their way.

“Hi Valthor, how’s things?” asked a friendly voice. It was Larissa, Chad, Ryath and Arken. All looked fit and healthy and looking like they had just come from a particularly long and tough training session. Larissa looked as stunning as ever.

“Hiya Larissa. Things are ok. I’m feeling much better now thanks. I see your new recruits are coming along fine. How’s things with them?” He smiled to the pair.
Chad felt obliged to answer this. “They’re going quite well. Arken and Ryath have both developed a knack for the positions. You chose well, Valthor.” Chad meant this. He was really proud of how they’d turned out.
“Well, if anyone can teach them the ropes, its you two. I don’t think Dragonagi has claimed to ever being to rich in talent in the End unit.”

Valthor sincerely meant this. Larissa and Chad were rarely seen around the complex as they were always preparing and training hard, both with their Pokemon, and with their ninja skills. Valthor imagined how much Arken might have changed over the past few weeks, under the guidance of the two Ninja. He looked if possible, even more mentally strong and physically agile. Ryath had evolved from the small rangy teen who came in without a reputation or a past and looked sharper, more disciplined, yet he retained his boyish good looks and cheery smile. It was he who spoke next.

“I heard about what happened. That’s gotta be weird doesn’t it Valthor? I mean, being targeted by some unknown person or organization for assassination cant be good on the old self esteem right?” He seemed genuinely concerned.

Valthor was a bit put out by the forwardness of the question. “Er, well, yeah. It kinda sucks. But at the same time its nice to know I’ve got complete lamers setting these kinds of things up, Ryath. You see, these people who have tried to have me killed won’t succeed, because they’ve got the wrong guys trying to kill me. They’ve failed once already, so they are obviously beginners and pretty poor ones at that. So you don’t have to worry about me. You should worry about the other guys once I get my hands on them.” Poor Ryath appeared to be even more concerned for Valthor now.

Valthor was indeed right in thinking Ryath looked deeply concerned by what he’d said. Throughout his speech Ryath seemed to get redder and redder and it looked like he was feeling sorry for even asking such a bad question. But it wasn’t worry or concern on Ryaths’ face. It was pure hate.
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Meanwhile, thunderstorms like never before blew boulders off cliffs and ripped trees, roots and all straight out of there secure ground. Intense pulsating bolts of static rolled along the cliff faces and along the grassy plains. Concentrated rains and hails flooded and mauled green hills. His thunder clapped and his lightning struck randomly in every direction, showering the ground with dust and rubble. Powerful blue white blasts could be seen for miles and miles in every direction and heard almost as far. Pokemon that knew this as the Thunder Hound’s dwelling were aware that the odd storm might break out should he be angered. None of them predicted this hell on earth.

But this mattered to him not the least.

“No oNe TaKeS RAIKOU BY SuRPRiSe!!!” he bellowed at his attackers, lightning illuminating his bright yellow form and striking dark stripes.

How they found his location was something he would figure out after he dispensed with these puny humans. What they planned to do once they had found him, he was yet to see. He stood on all fours surrounded, which was nothing terribly frightening. ‘That one in the white lab coat orders the others. What’s he saying I wonder. He rallies them. They fear him. What is it he grasps? A gun! Hrm, guns do not harm me for I am above such feeble measures. Why do they just stand there? Can they not see I can destroy them should I wish? Perhaps I should make an example of the white coat.’

Raikou shifted fearlessly to face Neonil, thunder clapping overhead, deafening the men stupid enough not to apply their headgear properly to their ears. Lighting flashed here and there regularly and viciously, instantly blinding those who didn’t attach their eyewear properly. Neonil had to make sure the hit was at his head in order to take effect properly. Raikou stepped forwards.

Neonil powered up the stone, allowing its powers to surge through and build inside the gun, which would then harness the power, concentrate it and throw it directly at the target. The gun chamber started to glow pale blue, slowly brightening and raising its power as the gemstone prepared itself. Several of his men’s Pokemon threw halfhearted and empty moves at the Legendary Dog. None of them so much as scratched him. Raikou was above such folly. Neonil desperately willed the gun to hurry up and load as Raikou addressed him.

“WhaT HaVe You TheRe HuMaN? WhaT Do You HoLD iN ThoSe QuiVeRiNG HaNDS?” He stepped closer still, looking quizzically at the white coat and trying to fathom what the weapon could possibly be. Why did it spark such curiosity in him just by seeing it? Its brightness and design was humorous to him. How it glimmered in the rain.

‘Such a strange sensation. But even amidst these curs I feel more obliged to play with them than banish them. What does he wait for? Oho, I see, the weapon is charging. Well, I will remain here until it does. It should be fun to see what happens. Aha, a green light has appeared upon the weapons handle. Should this mean it might at last be ready?” Raikou sat on his haunches and tilted his head trying to interpret why he found his demise something to be curious about. 'It is some magic. A trick! I must….Ack!’

Neonil fired, thankful that the De-Evolution stones’ powers were enough to render the Legendary Pokemon gullible and childishly curious enough to remain docile the closer he shifted. The magical luminescent beam struck true and its wavy, bubbly pink and blue length sunk deep into Raikou’s head. He recoiled harshly, landing square on his back, paws folded in pain as he tried to make sense of what just hit him. The men gathered around him to bare witness, as he lay there semiconscious.

Dazed, Raikou started to shrink. His beautiful sharp mane dissipated. The surrounding thunder and lightning ceased altogether as he reverted into a puppy-like form. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t think clearly. He looked up to the tall form of Neonil, bottom lip quivering and his gigantic puppy eyes burst into tears. He wailed and wailed and cried and screamed as Neonil gathered the helpless pup and caged him then transported him back to his lab never feeling as alive as he did then.
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Chapter 9 continued.

Suicune strolled the forests, drinking his fill at a river in a secret location he called home. From above, Suicune was nearly invisible where he stood. He and the river shared a similar trait. Both were made of water. Both were transparent blues and both supplied life to the Pokemon of the forests. Pokemon dwelt there in the forest in peace, Swellows chirping, Ledybas crawling, and thousands of other Pokemon all living, as they should, in perfect harmony. Suicune s’ long river-like mane flowed smoothly down past his hind legs. Just before he went to maintain the next river a few miles south of his home, he cautiously sniffed the air.

Something unfamiliar pricked his nose as he sniffed. Then he recognized it. Human. More importantly, it was human fear. Suicune, like the rest of the legendary dogs preferred as little contact with them as possible. On rare occasions, if he saw one lost, he might feel obliged to assist. But never directly. He’d rather have his obedient forest dwelling Pokemon fraternize with humans than do it personally. Suicune saw the humans approaching. They came from the opposite side of the river, about ten of them in total. All were wearing outlandish and rather untidy clothes. Some started to release Pokemon as they watched him, whispering and ordering their violated Pokemon. They were keeping their eyes on him at all times. Their beady, menacing, evil eyes.

Some of the Pokemon released looked at their masters as if to say "Are you serious?" but with a kick or a curse of encouragement the Pokemon advanced ahead of their masters. Suicune watched them, knowing their intentions were not going to be beneficial to himself, such was his assessment. One man stood at the fore of the group. He wore a white lab coat and wielded a weapon of strange design and aura. Suicune could sense the gun from where he was more than fifty feet away, separated by the river. He sensed alien magic's, ancient magic's. At the white coats’ barked order the men advanced through the rivers foot high currents and over to his bank. They began to circle him when he decided it was nigh time to run. Something here wasn’t quite right. He’d deal punishments later.

“Kill him!!! Get him!!! Rip Him to Pieces!!!” the white lab coated one screamed insanely.
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