DarkPersian479
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You may have see this fic on SPPF before, but I'm in the process of going through it with a fine-tooth comb and revising it.
This is an Original Trainer Journey Fic in a region I created myself. Characters from the games (NOT Anime canon) will make cameo appearances, but the focus is on my own characters. I've tried to add in a heavy dose of originality, and I think I did a pretty good job- but if you think differently, please let me know!
Disclaimers: I do not own Pokemon. All Pokemon names and likenesses are copyright Nintendo/Game Freak.
I do not own Target Stores, Quality Inns, Hess service stations, or Wendy's Restaurants (or similar entities). All other trademarks are properties of their trademark owners. This includes all automobiles, hotel chains, restaurants, gas stations, retail stores, and the like.
Original Characters (including but not limited to Lisa Northwood, the Gym Leaders, original villains) are owned by me.
Any resemblance to actual persons, whether by name or description, is purely coincidental.
About Reviews: I would appreciate constructive criticism that I can actually use to improve my story. I am a college graduate student and therefore there is absolutely no reason for me to make stupid grammar mistakes, so feel free to jump all over me if you spot one I'm also a math oriented person, not literature-oriented, so there may be a lack of emotion on the parts of the Pokemon. Please share any advice to help me overcome this. Thanks, and enjoy the show!
Table of Contents:
Prologue (scroll down)
Chapter 1: At The Beginning
Chapter 2: Of Rivals and Parolees
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Prologue:
South of the Orre region, and separated by an impassable mountain range, in a more temperate climate, is the region known as Fourtix. Except for the dormant volcano to the north and a secluded underwater cavern off the southeastern coast, the temperatures in the region usually remain pretty constant. A large mountain range separates the region into a western and eastern part, with the eastern region being decidedly larger. Only two methods exist for those wishing to pass between the eastern and the western parts. One is a water route to the south, and the other is a large cave bored into a northern mountain. Aside from that, most of the region consists of grasslands, forest, or water. Most of the routes connecting cities are still dirt paths, though some are paved. Many businesses, including those that cater to travelers, have set up shop in Fourtix’s cities and on its busier routes. It is here, in this otherwise unassuming area of the world, that a new threat is waiting for its chance to strike.
In the southwest part of the region sits a quaint town known as Fort Barnes. Though the old fort for which the town is named is long gone, the town has a new claim to fame- a research-only facility affiliated with Fourtix University, whose main campus is in Bluefield City to the north.
During one summer night in Fort Barnes, all was calm and quiet- perhaps too quiet. All of the lights in town were shut off save one- one located deep within the town’s massive research facility. There, the head researcher, Dr. Amy Sequoia, was working on a top-secret project. Already an accomplished researcher at the age of 22, she would occasionally stop to run her hands through her jet-black hair. A white lab coat rested on her tall frame, concealing a brown turtleneck and black Capri pants. She was completely preoccupied with the research project on her computer. Little did she realize what would happen to her next.
Unbeknownst to anyone in town, a team of covert ops specialists had already infiltrated the lab despite state of the art security measures. The thugs had evaded video cameras and invisible laser beams with stealth and agility. Without making a noise the team made their way down the lab’s darkened corridors until they found the private laboratory, concealed within the twisting hallways of the lab. Several figures crept silently behind Dr. Sequoia and then one of them, the team commander, put her in a headlock…
Before she knew it, she was staring at a team of high-tech spies. Clad entirely in black except for red “T” logos emblazoned on their headgear, she could not determine their identity. The leader released a vicious black four legged Pokemon, with an orange snout, who snarled at the professor. The rest of the agents had M-16 assault rifles pointed at her. In a deep, mechanically altered voice, the commander spoke. “We have come to seize every single Pokemon in this facility. You do not dare try to defy us. Hahahahahahaha…”
Dr. Sequoia attempted to scream, but the man directly to the right of the burly commander fired his weapon at the ceiling, a clear warning for her to shut up. Three of the men tied her up with some jumper cables and put duct tape over her mouth. One of the shorter agents ran over to the computer and began to furiously type on the keyboard. After a few moments, she screamed, “Boss! Big problem! The research ain’t here!”
“Damn! We’ll have to cut our losses. Pick her up and have her lead us to where the Pokemon are stored!” the leader ordered. “Make her deactivate security as well!”
After flipping a switch on the wall using her head, Dr. Sequoia directed the team to the lobby of the lab. There, she motioned with her body toward a large black metal desk in the back of the lobby. The leader ran over to it, opened a drawer, and shoved about a dozen red and white spheres into a bag. “There must be more here! Tear this room apart until we find them!”
His subordinates did as they were ordered. They shoved over desks, threw furniture across the room, and tore through carefully sorted forms and books. This was one time where the soundproof walls of the lab worked against it. Finding nothing, and seeing that the sun was just starting to show its face, the leader called out, “Blast! For a Pokemon Lab, this place is seriously lacking in the Pokemon department. Return to camp!”
He threw the young researcher into a closet at the end of a nearby hallway, then led his team out to a red Ford Club Wagon. The thugs piled into the large fifteen-passenger van before it sped off.
In a large two-story ranch-style house in town, a teenage girl was just getting up out of her bed, unaware of what had happened just a half mile down the road.
You may have see this fic on SPPF before, but I'm in the process of going through it with a fine-tooth comb and revising it.
This is an Original Trainer Journey Fic in a region I created myself. Characters from the games (NOT Anime canon) will make cameo appearances, but the focus is on my own characters. I've tried to add in a heavy dose of originality, and I think I did a pretty good job- but if you think differently, please let me know!
Disclaimers: I do not own Pokemon. All Pokemon names and likenesses are copyright Nintendo/Game Freak.
I do not own Target Stores, Quality Inns, Hess service stations, or Wendy's Restaurants (or similar entities). All other trademarks are properties of their trademark owners. This includes all automobiles, hotel chains, restaurants, gas stations, retail stores, and the like.
Original Characters (including but not limited to Lisa Northwood, the Gym Leaders, original villains) are owned by me.
Any resemblance to actual persons, whether by name or description, is purely coincidental.
About Reviews: I would appreciate constructive criticism that I can actually use to improve my story. I am a college graduate student and therefore there is absolutely no reason for me to make stupid grammar mistakes, so feel free to jump all over me if you spot one I'm also a math oriented person, not literature-oriented, so there may be a lack of emotion on the parts of the Pokemon. Please share any advice to help me overcome this. Thanks, and enjoy the show!
Table of Contents:
Prologue (scroll down)
Chapter 1: At The Beginning
Chapter 2: Of Rivals and Parolees
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Prologue:
South of the Orre region, and separated by an impassable mountain range, in a more temperate climate, is the region known as Fourtix. Except for the dormant volcano to the north and a secluded underwater cavern off the southeastern coast, the temperatures in the region usually remain pretty constant. A large mountain range separates the region into a western and eastern part, with the eastern region being decidedly larger. Only two methods exist for those wishing to pass between the eastern and the western parts. One is a water route to the south, and the other is a large cave bored into a northern mountain. Aside from that, most of the region consists of grasslands, forest, or water. Most of the routes connecting cities are still dirt paths, though some are paved. Many businesses, including those that cater to travelers, have set up shop in Fourtix’s cities and on its busier routes. It is here, in this otherwise unassuming area of the world, that a new threat is waiting for its chance to strike.
In the southwest part of the region sits a quaint town known as Fort Barnes. Though the old fort for which the town is named is long gone, the town has a new claim to fame- a research-only facility affiliated with Fourtix University, whose main campus is in Bluefield City to the north.
During one summer night in Fort Barnes, all was calm and quiet- perhaps too quiet. All of the lights in town were shut off save one- one located deep within the town’s massive research facility. There, the head researcher, Dr. Amy Sequoia, was working on a top-secret project. Already an accomplished researcher at the age of 22, she would occasionally stop to run her hands through her jet-black hair. A white lab coat rested on her tall frame, concealing a brown turtleneck and black Capri pants. She was completely preoccupied with the research project on her computer. Little did she realize what would happen to her next.
Unbeknownst to anyone in town, a team of covert ops specialists had already infiltrated the lab despite state of the art security measures. The thugs had evaded video cameras and invisible laser beams with stealth and agility. Without making a noise the team made their way down the lab’s darkened corridors until they found the private laboratory, concealed within the twisting hallways of the lab. Several figures crept silently behind Dr. Sequoia and then one of them, the team commander, put her in a headlock…
Before she knew it, she was staring at a team of high-tech spies. Clad entirely in black except for red “T” logos emblazoned on their headgear, she could not determine their identity. The leader released a vicious black four legged Pokemon, with an orange snout, who snarled at the professor. The rest of the agents had M-16 assault rifles pointed at her. In a deep, mechanically altered voice, the commander spoke. “We have come to seize every single Pokemon in this facility. You do not dare try to defy us. Hahahahahahaha…”
Dr. Sequoia attempted to scream, but the man directly to the right of the burly commander fired his weapon at the ceiling, a clear warning for her to shut up. Three of the men tied her up with some jumper cables and put duct tape over her mouth. One of the shorter agents ran over to the computer and began to furiously type on the keyboard. After a few moments, she screamed, “Boss! Big problem! The research ain’t here!”
“Damn! We’ll have to cut our losses. Pick her up and have her lead us to where the Pokemon are stored!” the leader ordered. “Make her deactivate security as well!”
After flipping a switch on the wall using her head, Dr. Sequoia directed the team to the lobby of the lab. There, she motioned with her body toward a large black metal desk in the back of the lobby. The leader ran over to it, opened a drawer, and shoved about a dozen red and white spheres into a bag. “There must be more here! Tear this room apart until we find them!”
His subordinates did as they were ordered. They shoved over desks, threw furniture across the room, and tore through carefully sorted forms and books. This was one time where the soundproof walls of the lab worked against it. Finding nothing, and seeing that the sun was just starting to show its face, the leader called out, “Blast! For a Pokemon Lab, this place is seriously lacking in the Pokemon department. Return to camp!”
He threw the young researcher into a closet at the end of a nearby hallway, then led his team out to a red Ford Club Wagon. The thugs piled into the large fifteen-passenger van before it sped off.
In a large two-story ranch-style house in town, a teenage girl was just getting up out of her bed, unaware of what had happened just a half mile down the road.