Saturn Artist
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I know this thread already exists, but that is because I cannot view my old thread because someone has either posted a bad word, an inappropriate word, or strongly suggesting that someone is attractive. So please don't post those words on this thread.
Chapter Three is coming today. So yay!
EDIT: OK, I have chapter three completed. So, here we go!
Chapter Three- The Clefairy
A pair of Team Galactic Grunts encircled a man in Eterna City, tranquilizer guns in hand. The man was balding, with a tall forehead, and he wore a sweaty, greased up T-shirt and torn jeans. He was the Bicycle shop owner, Mr. Rydel.
Beside the man was a Clefairy, clutched to his leg and whimpering in terror.
“Clefairy came from space! So hand it over!” The leader of the two Agents growled, pointing the tranquilizer at Mr. Rydel’s nose, pressing it up against his nostrils.
“N-no! I won’t!”
“You’ll be sorry, Mr. R, when you wake up in absolute torture. Our commander doesn’t take refugees lightly, you know,” the other one added, grappling the man under the armpits so he couldn’t move. Mr. Rydel still refused to hand over Clefairy willingly.
BZZZZT!!!!
~.~.~.~.~.
Days had gone by, and I had proved to myself that I was indeed, not dreaming. The life of a commander was mind-splittingly frustrating, what with all the paperwork and designing blueprints and mapping classes I was supposed to take. There was Grunts to take care of and jobs to complete, and UGH! It was just frustrating.
But it was cool too, getting to hang with the other commanders. Sometimes we’d mess around in the movie room during our free time, and watch movies like Lord of the Rings and X-men and The Last Samurai. We’d have loads of popcorn and drinks, for me, I usually had soda or tea, while Saturn and Jupiter were old enough for alchohol. Turns out Mars is only twenty, and twenty year olds can’t drink. They have to be twenty-one. Eh, tea tastes better to me.
Sometimes we’d play pranks on the gruntiest of the grunts, like once we filled their toilet with rags and towels and it overflowed when they flushed. Another time we mixed up the teleportation tiles and they ended up in the Boss’s office. They got in huge trouble, and one even got fired!
Once me and Jupiter and Saturn went to some cheap fast food resteraunt and ordered so much food that they thought we were pranking them, and they only let us buy the actual three meals for the three of us. It was so funny when we were ordering it at the menu, because the person who took our order kept asking things like: “Will that be all?” “Is that all of your order?” and eventually: “Are you done YET!?”
But other times it was just me and Saturn, discussing how our plan was going to go out. I had already decided to go to the Valley Windworks and get the energy, and I’d done that. He was harnessing that energy to begin cunstructing the Galactic Bomb.
I didn’t need to pay much attention, because in the games, I had played all the way through, even to completing my National Pokédex, so I knew the whole layout of ‘our’ plan. So instead I payed attention to Saturn. I rarely commented, just stared at him and drooled until he figured out I wasn’t listening.
Today was one of those meetings.
He lay out a huge blueprint, almost as big as the table. “Hey, Marzipan, can you hold this end?” Marzipan. That was my nickname.
“Sure, Saturn,” I replied, stretching out my arm to hold the left side of the blueprint he was indicating so it wouldn’t roll back up again.
“Okay,” he began. “The fuse box will be here,” he said, pointing at a small, squarish drawing depicting a device that was close to the center. I chewed my melon flavoured gum and blew it up and popped it. Saturn twitched in slight annoyance from the smacking of my gum. “Spit that out, please,” he said, pointing to the garbage bin next to his desk, not once taking his eyes off of his blueprint.
I knew my place in this organization. A commander, but still the lowliest of the three. Saturn was second in line whole team, lieutenant. That meant I listened to him.
I spat the gum in the pin, after wrapping it back up in its wrapper.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “The fuse box will be here.” I placed my fist under my chin and stared boredly at the blueprints. I nodded. “The wires and coordinates that are placed inside to detonate the bomb are connected to the fuse box and outer wall.” He drew a circular motion with his finger around the whole of the bomb sketch. I honestly could care less.
“Question.”
“Fire away,” he said, kicking back in his swivel chair and placing his silver and off-white shoes on the lip of his desk. He placed his hands behind his head and relaxed himself.
“Where is Jupiter? I didn’t see her in the mess hall today.” Saturn growled, squeezing his eyes shut. He mumbled angrily to himself.
“Stay aboard the boat here, Marsi. We’re not talking about Jupiter. But just so you can PAY ATTENTION I will tell you. She’s in Eterna City, at the base there. Collecting Pokémon from the locals.”
“Ah.” I remember now. Just like in the games, Jupiter was in Eterna City. I see. Our plan didn’t change at all. Wait......It wasn’t just like the games.....In the games, the hero or heroinne would have interrupted me at the Valley Windworks. That didn’t happen.....
“Now......”
~.~.~.~.~.
Jupiter held Mr. Rydel’s Clefairy in her arms, smirking at the helpless lump he was now. Her grunts had done their job. Tranquilize him so they could steal his Clefairy. Apparently, it was against his volition.
Everything was going as planned. Dozens of Pokémon had been hoarded from the people of Eterna, including a few new Pokémon Team Galactic didn’t normally get. Such as a few Gible, several Chingling, a couple of Pokémon from the Roselia family, and a Cacturne for the boss. It was part dark-type.
This was all part of Jupiter’s plan. Suck up to the boss. Lure him towards her. Saturn, that fool, shouldn’t be higher ranking than her. SHE of all people should be lieutenant commander. Disposal of Saturn was now in play. Her mauve lipstick was drawn into a sneer. “Hmmmmmm......I’m sure that Saturn won’t mind. He’s so empty headed anyway.......”
“Commander Jupiter!” Jupiter turned to see one of her grunts waiting at the door of the highest room of the Eterna City base.
“Ah, Edward. What is it?”
“Erm....Our plan has gone flawlessly! Hoarding is now complete! We can head back to Veilstone now.” Jupiter let her hair bangs cover her face so no one could see her devilish expression.
“Good.....When we get back to the HQ, give the Cacturne we hoarded to the boss. Tell him it’s a gift from me.”
Chapter Three is coming today. So yay!
EDIT: OK, I have chapter three completed. So, here we go!
Chapter Three- The Clefairy
A pair of Team Galactic Grunts encircled a man in Eterna City, tranquilizer guns in hand. The man was balding, with a tall forehead, and he wore a sweaty, greased up T-shirt and torn jeans. He was the Bicycle shop owner, Mr. Rydel.
Beside the man was a Clefairy, clutched to his leg and whimpering in terror.
“Clefairy came from space! So hand it over!” The leader of the two Agents growled, pointing the tranquilizer at Mr. Rydel’s nose, pressing it up against his nostrils.
“N-no! I won’t!”
“You’ll be sorry, Mr. R, when you wake up in absolute torture. Our commander doesn’t take refugees lightly, you know,” the other one added, grappling the man under the armpits so he couldn’t move. Mr. Rydel still refused to hand over Clefairy willingly.
BZZZZT!!!!
~.~.~.~.~.
Days had gone by, and I had proved to myself that I was indeed, not dreaming. The life of a commander was mind-splittingly frustrating, what with all the paperwork and designing blueprints and mapping classes I was supposed to take. There was Grunts to take care of and jobs to complete, and UGH! It was just frustrating.
But it was cool too, getting to hang with the other commanders. Sometimes we’d mess around in the movie room during our free time, and watch movies like Lord of the Rings and X-men and The Last Samurai. We’d have loads of popcorn and drinks, for me, I usually had soda or tea, while Saturn and Jupiter were old enough for alchohol. Turns out Mars is only twenty, and twenty year olds can’t drink. They have to be twenty-one. Eh, tea tastes better to me.
Sometimes we’d play pranks on the gruntiest of the grunts, like once we filled their toilet with rags and towels and it overflowed when they flushed. Another time we mixed up the teleportation tiles and they ended up in the Boss’s office. They got in huge trouble, and one even got fired!
Once me and Jupiter and Saturn went to some cheap fast food resteraunt and ordered so much food that they thought we were pranking them, and they only let us buy the actual three meals for the three of us. It was so funny when we were ordering it at the menu, because the person who took our order kept asking things like: “Will that be all?” “Is that all of your order?” and eventually: “Are you done YET!?”
But other times it was just me and Saturn, discussing how our plan was going to go out. I had already decided to go to the Valley Windworks and get the energy, and I’d done that. He was harnessing that energy to begin cunstructing the Galactic Bomb.
I didn’t need to pay much attention, because in the games, I had played all the way through, even to completing my National Pokédex, so I knew the whole layout of ‘our’ plan. So instead I payed attention to Saturn. I rarely commented, just stared at him and drooled until he figured out I wasn’t listening.
Today was one of those meetings.
He lay out a huge blueprint, almost as big as the table. “Hey, Marzipan, can you hold this end?” Marzipan. That was my nickname.
“Sure, Saturn,” I replied, stretching out my arm to hold the left side of the blueprint he was indicating so it wouldn’t roll back up again.
“Okay,” he began. “The fuse box will be here,” he said, pointing at a small, squarish drawing depicting a device that was close to the center. I chewed my melon flavoured gum and blew it up and popped it. Saturn twitched in slight annoyance from the smacking of my gum. “Spit that out, please,” he said, pointing to the garbage bin next to his desk, not once taking his eyes off of his blueprint.
I knew my place in this organization. A commander, but still the lowliest of the three. Saturn was second in line whole team, lieutenant. That meant I listened to him.
I spat the gum in the pin, after wrapping it back up in its wrapper.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “The fuse box will be here.” I placed my fist under my chin and stared boredly at the blueprints. I nodded. “The wires and coordinates that are placed inside to detonate the bomb are connected to the fuse box and outer wall.” He drew a circular motion with his finger around the whole of the bomb sketch. I honestly could care less.
“Question.”
“Fire away,” he said, kicking back in his swivel chair and placing his silver and off-white shoes on the lip of his desk. He placed his hands behind his head and relaxed himself.
“Where is Jupiter? I didn’t see her in the mess hall today.” Saturn growled, squeezing his eyes shut. He mumbled angrily to himself.
“Stay aboard the boat here, Marsi. We’re not talking about Jupiter. But just so you can PAY ATTENTION I will tell you. She’s in Eterna City, at the base there. Collecting Pokémon from the locals.”
“Ah.” I remember now. Just like in the games, Jupiter was in Eterna City. I see. Our plan didn’t change at all. Wait......It wasn’t just like the games.....In the games, the hero or heroinne would have interrupted me at the Valley Windworks. That didn’t happen.....
“Now......”
~.~.~.~.~.
Jupiter held Mr. Rydel’s Clefairy in her arms, smirking at the helpless lump he was now. Her grunts had done their job. Tranquilize him so they could steal his Clefairy. Apparently, it was against his volition.
Everything was going as planned. Dozens of Pokémon had been hoarded from the people of Eterna, including a few new Pokémon Team Galactic didn’t normally get. Such as a few Gible, several Chingling, a couple of Pokémon from the Roselia family, and a Cacturne for the boss. It was part dark-type.
This was all part of Jupiter’s plan. Suck up to the boss. Lure him towards her. Saturn, that fool, shouldn’t be higher ranking than her. SHE of all people should be lieutenant commander. Disposal of Saturn was now in play. Her mauve lipstick was drawn into a sneer. “Hmmmmmm......I’m sure that Saturn won’t mind. He’s so empty headed anyway.......”
“Commander Jupiter!” Jupiter turned to see one of her grunts waiting at the door of the highest room of the Eterna City base.
“Ah, Edward. What is it?”
“Erm....Our plan has gone flawlessly! Hoarding is now complete! We can head back to Veilstone now.” Jupiter let her hair bangs cover her face so no one could see her devilish expression.
“Good.....When we get back to the HQ, give the Cacturne we hoarded to the boss. Tell him it’s a gift from me.”
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