Sith Droideka
I! AM NOT! A MORON!
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To all writers, please review and offer suggestions. Warning: there will be a few OC villains, Team Rocket is important, and this 'verse is sort of a combination of PokeSpe, Platinum, and the anime. Without further ado:
The boy was named Cyrus, the son of a power company president and a physicist. His younger brother Archer had always been the favorite, and Cyrus had been forced since he was 6 to learn the harsh math and science of his parents. He had hated the work that he was forced to do, he had hated the bullying (in his mind) from Flint and Volkner, he hated his parents for their expectations and work, he hated Archer for his parents’ clear preference for Archer, and he hated himself for hating others.
Cyrus began to slow as he became tired. His friends had always been machines, and he had spent his free time either in his room building a new mechanical toy (the good ones always became Archer’s) or at his parents’ work facilities, watching technicians and fiddling with broken machinery. However, his time with his mechanical friends also meant that he was in a poor physical shape, and as a result Cyrus was now at a Turtwig’s pace along the beach. He summoned the last of his energy, and the 12-year-old dragged himself to the forest and gathered enough leaves to make a crude bed around himself. Within minutes, Cyrus was in a dreamless sleep.
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Cyrus woke up to the whirring sound of a helicopter hovering some distance off. He quickly relieved himself in the forest before hurrying towards the lake that he had determined would be his new home. He had imagined living in a crude hut with just a computer (and Sneasel) for company, spending his days chatting online with mechanists and engineers or designing ways to make his house underwater. Soon Cyrus was skipping across the road in near-joy as he heard the cawing of birds, the soft splash of the water, the chirruping of the few still-awake Kricketot, and barking orders coming from the lakefront. Cyrus suddenly stopped in fear as he thought that perhaps his parents had organized a search team, and he ran to the woods surrounding the lake before running into a sign that was now overgrown with weeds and vines. Brushing away the vines, he saw writing on the sign, and straining to see in the darkness of the forest, he made out ‘Va--r Lak-f-ont Def—s- Co-it—e”, and beneath that “Ci-y of Valo- La-e, th- Land – Willp—er”. Cyrus thought back to his history lessons. The City of Valor had apparently been a city of murderous thugs that ate their newborn infants, had an army of at least 500.000 men and Pokemon at all times, and declared their favorite music to be disco. Cyrus had been punished for a month after asking how a 500.000 man army was maintained if all the babies were eaten, and as a result Cyrus thought that the “history” taught in his class was propaganda.
‘Most likely’, thought Cyrus as he approached the lakefront, ‘to downplay the fact that Valor was destroyed, and that-’
Cyrus’s thought was disturbed when he saw what was at the lakefront. A woman with long, dark green hair and wearing a lab coat stood on a rock that jutted over the lake surface. Her hair and coat were whipping in the wind as she stood staring intently at the lake. Behind her a large black helicopter with a giant red ‘R’ on it sat idle on the ground, a metal chest lying on the floor beside it. Next to the woman stood what looked like a small man wearing brown, rocky armor and with scythes for hands. It, too, stared at the water, although Cyrus thought it was probably just looking for a meal. Cyrus scampered behind a tree and watched the woman and her armored creature, before Cyrus sent out Sneasel.
“Sneasel”, he hissed to the small black Pokemon, “go find something to eat for me and you.”
It nodded in understanding and ran into the forest. Cyrus then looked back at the woman and saw that she was now apparently getting impatient.
“Kabutops, go find those idiots and see their progress,” she ordered sharply to the rock creature standing next to her. The creature, a Kabutops, hissed and dove into the water. A few minutes later, the water erupted as the Kabutops dragged a man in a black jumpsuit to the shore, and after hissing at him, the Kabutops once again stood loyally next to the woman.
“Where are the others?” demanded the woman of the man in a black jumpsuit.
“They're all gone, all gone! First thing I know, me and Roxy and Joe and Phil and Jon, and Bob, and Ann are all emerging in that underground cave. And then we alls sent out our Pokemon, like Zubats an’ stuff-“ the man began, “and we put your machine in the center of the cave, and we turn it on. Then, it explodes, and this glowy thing appears. Phil and Ann run at the thing, and next thing I know, they’re both stone. And I start runnin’ towards the water at the front of the cave, and I dive in, and I look up underwater, and all o’ a sudden, there’s this big flash of light! Then I surfaced, and all o’ them were stone! Even their clothes! And then your creature-thing appears and drags me up here!”
“Useless as usual. There will be no payment for you, as you failed,” she said simply.
“WHAT! I TAKE THIS JOB THAT KILLS ALL MY CONSPIRATORS AND I BETRAY THE BOSS AN’ EVERYTHING AND I GET NO MONEY!” he shouted at the woman.
“Correct. And you’re much too loud,” the woman said sharply, before walking over to the metal chest by the helicopter.
“Oh yeah? Well, Miss Tropos, I can tell you that today only one person will be alive at this lake! And it’ll be me!” he said somewhat boastfully, although Cyrus could detect a hint of fear in his voice.
“Incorrect. I will leave here today alive, not you,” said the woman, Tropos, as she opened the chest and took something out of it.
“Sorry, missy, but you’re incorrect! I’m the best fighter in the boss service and I’ve kil-“ the man stopped mid sentence as Tropos turned a spear gun on him.
“Last words?”
“Yes, I ha-“ the man stopped mid sentence one last time as Tropos squeezed the trigger of the spear gun and shot one of the spears into the man’s throat.
“Too many. I only meant one.”
With that, Tropos returned the Kabutops and took out a small cylinder that she placed in the helicopter. She turned and threw the man in the jumpsuit into the lake, dropped the speargun on the shore, took out a large green dinosaur with leave-like wings, and flew off on it. As she flew away, Cyrus turned and ran into the forest before running into Sneasel, and he heard a massive explosion that Cyrus knew was an exploding helicopter.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
The dark night closed around the small boy as he ran from the silent city that was once his home. His breathing ragged, he carried a limp, black weasel-like creature with what looked like one or two feathers on its head. Finally, he stopped running, stopped running from his harsh life of bullying, studying, and favoritism. He took out a red and white, baseball sized sphere and returned the Sneasel to the sphere. Then, taking a last look at his city, he ran once more towards the distant lake that he had visited as a child. The boy was named Cyrus, the son of a power company president and a physicist. His younger brother Archer had always been the favorite, and Cyrus had been forced since he was 6 to learn the harsh math and science of his parents. He had hated the work that he was forced to do, he had hated the bullying (in his mind) from Flint and Volkner, he hated his parents for their expectations and work, he hated Archer for his parents’ clear preference for Archer, and he hated himself for hating others.
Cyrus began to slow as he became tired. His friends had always been machines, and he had spent his free time either in his room building a new mechanical toy (the good ones always became Archer’s) or at his parents’ work facilities, watching technicians and fiddling with broken machinery. However, his time with his mechanical friends also meant that he was in a poor physical shape, and as a result Cyrus was now at a Turtwig’s pace along the beach. He summoned the last of his energy, and the 12-year-old dragged himself to the forest and gathered enough leaves to make a crude bed around himself. Within minutes, Cyrus was in a dreamless sleep.
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Cyrus woke up to the whirring sound of a helicopter hovering some distance off. He quickly relieved himself in the forest before hurrying towards the lake that he had determined would be his new home. He had imagined living in a crude hut with just a computer (and Sneasel) for company, spending his days chatting online with mechanists and engineers or designing ways to make his house underwater. Soon Cyrus was skipping across the road in near-joy as he heard the cawing of birds, the soft splash of the water, the chirruping of the few still-awake Kricketot, and barking orders coming from the lakefront. Cyrus suddenly stopped in fear as he thought that perhaps his parents had organized a search team, and he ran to the woods surrounding the lake before running into a sign that was now overgrown with weeds and vines. Brushing away the vines, he saw writing on the sign, and straining to see in the darkness of the forest, he made out ‘Va--r Lak-f-ont Def—s- Co-it—e”, and beneath that “Ci-y of Valo- La-e, th- Land – Willp—er”. Cyrus thought back to his history lessons. The City of Valor had apparently been a city of murderous thugs that ate their newborn infants, had an army of at least 500.000 men and Pokemon at all times, and declared their favorite music to be disco. Cyrus had been punished for a month after asking how a 500.000 man army was maintained if all the babies were eaten, and as a result Cyrus thought that the “history” taught in his class was propaganda.
‘Most likely’, thought Cyrus as he approached the lakefront, ‘to downplay the fact that Valor was destroyed, and that-’
Cyrus’s thought was disturbed when he saw what was at the lakefront. A woman with long, dark green hair and wearing a lab coat stood on a rock that jutted over the lake surface. Her hair and coat were whipping in the wind as she stood staring intently at the lake. Behind her a large black helicopter with a giant red ‘R’ on it sat idle on the ground, a metal chest lying on the floor beside it. Next to the woman stood what looked like a small man wearing brown, rocky armor and with scythes for hands. It, too, stared at the water, although Cyrus thought it was probably just looking for a meal. Cyrus scampered behind a tree and watched the woman and her armored creature, before Cyrus sent out Sneasel.
“Sneasel”, he hissed to the small black Pokemon, “go find something to eat for me and you.”
It nodded in understanding and ran into the forest. Cyrus then looked back at the woman and saw that she was now apparently getting impatient.
“Kabutops, go find those idiots and see their progress,” she ordered sharply to the rock creature standing next to her. The creature, a Kabutops, hissed and dove into the water. A few minutes later, the water erupted as the Kabutops dragged a man in a black jumpsuit to the shore, and after hissing at him, the Kabutops once again stood loyally next to the woman.
“Where are the others?” demanded the woman of the man in a black jumpsuit.
“They're all gone, all gone! First thing I know, me and Roxy and Joe and Phil and Jon, and Bob, and Ann are all emerging in that underground cave. And then we alls sent out our Pokemon, like Zubats an’ stuff-“ the man began, “and we put your machine in the center of the cave, and we turn it on. Then, it explodes, and this glowy thing appears. Phil and Ann run at the thing, and next thing I know, they’re both stone. And I start runnin’ towards the water at the front of the cave, and I dive in, and I look up underwater, and all o’ a sudden, there’s this big flash of light! Then I surfaced, and all o’ them were stone! Even their clothes! And then your creature-thing appears and drags me up here!”
“Useless as usual. There will be no payment for you, as you failed,” she said simply.
“WHAT! I TAKE THIS JOB THAT KILLS ALL MY CONSPIRATORS AND I BETRAY THE BOSS AN’ EVERYTHING AND I GET NO MONEY!” he shouted at the woman.
“Correct. And you’re much too loud,” the woman said sharply, before walking over to the metal chest by the helicopter.
“Oh yeah? Well, Miss Tropos, I can tell you that today only one person will be alive at this lake! And it’ll be me!” he said somewhat boastfully, although Cyrus could detect a hint of fear in his voice.
“Incorrect. I will leave here today alive, not you,” said the woman, Tropos, as she opened the chest and took something out of it.
“Sorry, missy, but you’re incorrect! I’m the best fighter in the boss service and I’ve kil-“ the man stopped mid sentence as Tropos turned a spear gun on him.
“Last words?”
“Yes, I ha-“ the man stopped mid sentence one last time as Tropos squeezed the trigger of the spear gun and shot one of the spears into the man’s throat.
“Too many. I only meant one.”
With that, Tropos returned the Kabutops and took out a small cylinder that she placed in the helicopter. She turned and threw the man in the jumpsuit into the lake, dropped the speargun on the shore, took out a large green dinosaur with leave-like wings, and flew off on it. As she flew away, Cyrus turned and ran into the forest before running into Sneasel, and he heard a massive explosion that Cyrus knew was an exploding helicopter.
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