Saturn Artist
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This is an older story of mine, so it will have a little bit of typos and Spelling errors. Anyway, it's a fic about Saturn's first times in Team Galactic, using japanese terms, words, pokemon names, and people's titles.
Commonly used terms Glossary:
Arigato-thankyou
Sayonara-goodbye
domo-an informal thankyou
-chan- friend/pet
-san-friend, colleague
-sama- high respect
WELL, HERE WE GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter One- The Casey, the Domirror, and the Gureggru
At the Ginga-Dan Headquarters in Tobari City, a young man with blue hair walked through the hallways, carrying a heavy crate filled with Pokéballs of various stolen Pokémon that were gathered in another city in the Shinou-Inou Region. He was referred to as Ginga Agent Saturn; but usually just Agent. He preferred Saturn, mainly because every other name seemed obsurd, but nobody could care less of his aspects.
Heaving with the effort of carrying the crate, he set it down for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. He hated being a delivery boy in the organization, and having no Pokémon of his own. He originally had owned a Nyrmar, which is why his hair was shaped the way it was, but Ginga-Dan had taken it away from him, and given it to one of the admins of the organization to raise. Her name was Mars, if he remembered correctly.
He picked it up again after a while. He was supposed to deliver it to Admin Jupiter, at least if Toshi’s words could be trusted. Jupiter was one of those people who you had to tolerate. She wasn’t somebody you could just walk up to and make friends with. She was highly anti-social and hated to be bothered. She had come from a wealthy family, so she grew up being snobby and used to being a brat and getting whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted it. He could care less for the hot-headed female, but then, he knew if he didn’t obey orders, severe punishment was ensured.
He walked forward, pacing himself so he didn’t force Admin Jupiter to wait. She was one of the inpatient sort, so it was best to hurry up. He couldn’t really see much of where he was going because the crate was blocking his view, but sure enough, he found his way to Jupiter’s office.
Saturn set down the crate, and knocked politely on her office door. “Ma’am, I brought you the items you requested.”
There was a pause, and then in a low voice, almost a grunt, she replied, “Very well, bring it in.” Saturn did as she commanded, bringing in the crate filled with Pokéballs. As he entered and set it down on her desk, he noticed she was hunched over a mess of paperwork; possibly taxes, with her heavily-lipstick laden lips curled in a frown of disgust. Her mascara coated eyelashes were drawn over her piercing violet eyes as she strained to keep herself awake in this time of boredom.
“Gozaimazu, Jupiter-sama,” Saturn greeted warily. She snorted, blowing a lock of magenta/violet hair from her matching eyes. She looked up at him, acknowledged the package, and nodded sharply, pursing her lips together and eyed him with ferocious eyes.
“Domo, Agent,” she managed to spit out. Saturn frowned. He turned to leave, but
Jupiter grasped his sleeve. “Stay, Agent.” What was with her two-word phrases today? Was her mind half dead or something? “You haven’t a single Pokémon do you?” she queried, folding her arms across her chest.
“No, Jupiter-san, I have none,” was his reply. She sighed, glancing at the crate.
“We cannot have that. Akagi-sama was a fool to take away your Nyrmar. It could’ve actually been very well suited to you. At this point, I’m not even sure it remembers you after being in Mars-kun’s care for so long.” Mars-kun? he wondered. Kun meant friend. Jupiter had no official friends that he knew of. She sighed, taking out three Pokéballs randomly from the crate. “Here, then, take these.” She tossed them to Saturn, who narrowly managed to catch them. “Train them, and learn the proper ways of a Ginga Agent.” Excitement boiled in Saturn’s veins.
“Yaokai, Jupiter-sama, Yaokai!” Jupiter cracked a mischevious smile. “Domo, as well. I will take good care of them.”
“Off you go, Agent Saturn.” Saturn stared in shock. He had just been called by his name! He smiled for a short moment before Jupiter had to shoo him out the door by threatening to stink him up with her Skunpoo. Knowing she wasn’t joking, he rushed from her office, and closed the door behind him as Skunpoo released a toxic dose of noxious gas from its rear.
He then stepped away from her office down the hallway a bit, so he could greet his new Pokémon. “Come on out, my newest Poké-chans!”
The first Pokémon to appear was a young Casey; a cat-like Pokémon with psychic powers and brown and yellow armor coating its body. Its little eyes were always closed, and it seemed to be always sleeping. Next was a Domirror. It looked like a bronze clock, even though it was turquoise and not bronze-coloured. Large golden eyes stared up at its new Trainer. And last of all, a Gureggru. It looked like a bipedal frog, with a bluish body. Bright orange poison sacks flated and deflated as it made eerie croaking sounds in the back of its throat. It’s middle toes on the hands and feet were bright orange, a white-bandage-like patterns addorned its stomach.
Saturn was especially drawn to the Gureggru for some reason. It was oddly intimidating, but Saturn didn’t mind. He liked poison types, with the acception of Jupiter’s Skunpoo, which he rather loathed. But he loved fighting types even more, and Gureggru was a duel type of the two. He picked up the poison frog.
“Gruuuuu......” Its eyebrows (not really eyebrows, but you get my meaning) furrowed, and its orange center finger glowed a dangerous, hazy purple light. Faster than Saturn could react, Gureggru’s palm shot forward, and her hand jabbed Saturn right in the stomach.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!! GEEEEEEEZ!!!!!!” Saturn toppled over, completely immobilized, arms still in holding position in the air. His right eye twitched and his lip curled. His bones felt slightly chilled and he was extremely lightheaded.
“Guuuuurrrrrr....” Gureggru growled, croaking eerily at the same time. The glowing stopped, and her hand lowered.
“What-was..... t-that?” Saturn had difficulty speaking at this point, and his fingers and toes clammed up and started quivering.
I do believe that was Poison Jab.
“Wha! Who said that?” Saturn questioned, still quite parlyzed.
It was me, the Casey. I can speak telepathically you know, the Casey replied.
“Oh, well.... Okay. What about Domirror? Can he....”
For your information, all Domirror are genderless. I am a male, and that Gureggru that used Poison Jab on you is female. I do believe Admin Jupiter didn’t give a care which three Pokémon you received.
Saturn was now through with the effects of Poison Jab and stood up. “How do you know about Admi-” He was interrupted by the intercom reverebrating the hallways.
“Ginga Agent Saturn, report to Admin Mars’s Office immediately! Repeat, Ginga Agent Saturn, report to Admin Mars’s Office immediately!” and the intercom turned off.
Commonly used terms Glossary:
Arigato-thankyou
Sayonara-goodbye
domo-an informal thankyou
-chan- friend/pet
-san-friend, colleague
-sama- high respect
WELL, HERE WE GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter One- The Casey, the Domirror, and the Gureggru
At the Ginga-Dan Headquarters in Tobari City, a young man with blue hair walked through the hallways, carrying a heavy crate filled with Pokéballs of various stolen Pokémon that were gathered in another city in the Shinou-Inou Region. He was referred to as Ginga Agent Saturn; but usually just Agent. He preferred Saturn, mainly because every other name seemed obsurd, but nobody could care less of his aspects.
Heaving with the effort of carrying the crate, he set it down for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. He hated being a delivery boy in the organization, and having no Pokémon of his own. He originally had owned a Nyrmar, which is why his hair was shaped the way it was, but Ginga-Dan had taken it away from him, and given it to one of the admins of the organization to raise. Her name was Mars, if he remembered correctly.
He picked it up again after a while. He was supposed to deliver it to Admin Jupiter, at least if Toshi’s words could be trusted. Jupiter was one of those people who you had to tolerate. She wasn’t somebody you could just walk up to and make friends with. She was highly anti-social and hated to be bothered. She had come from a wealthy family, so she grew up being snobby and used to being a brat and getting whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted it. He could care less for the hot-headed female, but then, he knew if he didn’t obey orders, severe punishment was ensured.
He walked forward, pacing himself so he didn’t force Admin Jupiter to wait. She was one of the inpatient sort, so it was best to hurry up. He couldn’t really see much of where he was going because the crate was blocking his view, but sure enough, he found his way to Jupiter’s office.
Saturn set down the crate, and knocked politely on her office door. “Ma’am, I brought you the items you requested.”
There was a pause, and then in a low voice, almost a grunt, she replied, “Very well, bring it in.” Saturn did as she commanded, bringing in the crate filled with Pokéballs. As he entered and set it down on her desk, he noticed she was hunched over a mess of paperwork; possibly taxes, with her heavily-lipstick laden lips curled in a frown of disgust. Her mascara coated eyelashes were drawn over her piercing violet eyes as she strained to keep herself awake in this time of boredom.
“Gozaimazu, Jupiter-sama,” Saturn greeted warily. She snorted, blowing a lock of magenta/violet hair from her matching eyes. She looked up at him, acknowledged the package, and nodded sharply, pursing her lips together and eyed him with ferocious eyes.
“Domo, Agent,” she managed to spit out. Saturn frowned. He turned to leave, but
Jupiter grasped his sleeve. “Stay, Agent.” What was with her two-word phrases today? Was her mind half dead or something? “You haven’t a single Pokémon do you?” she queried, folding her arms across her chest.
“No, Jupiter-san, I have none,” was his reply. She sighed, glancing at the crate.
“We cannot have that. Akagi-sama was a fool to take away your Nyrmar. It could’ve actually been very well suited to you. At this point, I’m not even sure it remembers you after being in Mars-kun’s care for so long.” Mars-kun? he wondered. Kun meant friend. Jupiter had no official friends that he knew of. She sighed, taking out three Pokéballs randomly from the crate. “Here, then, take these.” She tossed them to Saturn, who narrowly managed to catch them. “Train them, and learn the proper ways of a Ginga Agent.” Excitement boiled in Saturn’s veins.
“Yaokai, Jupiter-sama, Yaokai!” Jupiter cracked a mischevious smile. “Domo, as well. I will take good care of them.”
“Off you go, Agent Saturn.” Saturn stared in shock. He had just been called by his name! He smiled for a short moment before Jupiter had to shoo him out the door by threatening to stink him up with her Skunpoo. Knowing she wasn’t joking, he rushed from her office, and closed the door behind him as Skunpoo released a toxic dose of noxious gas from its rear.
He then stepped away from her office down the hallway a bit, so he could greet his new Pokémon. “Come on out, my newest Poké-chans!”
The first Pokémon to appear was a young Casey; a cat-like Pokémon with psychic powers and brown and yellow armor coating its body. Its little eyes were always closed, and it seemed to be always sleeping. Next was a Domirror. It looked like a bronze clock, even though it was turquoise and not bronze-coloured. Large golden eyes stared up at its new Trainer. And last of all, a Gureggru. It looked like a bipedal frog, with a bluish body. Bright orange poison sacks flated and deflated as it made eerie croaking sounds in the back of its throat. It’s middle toes on the hands and feet were bright orange, a white-bandage-like patterns addorned its stomach.
Saturn was especially drawn to the Gureggru for some reason. It was oddly intimidating, but Saturn didn’t mind. He liked poison types, with the acception of Jupiter’s Skunpoo, which he rather loathed. But he loved fighting types even more, and Gureggru was a duel type of the two. He picked up the poison frog.
“Gruuuuu......” Its eyebrows (not really eyebrows, but you get my meaning) furrowed, and its orange center finger glowed a dangerous, hazy purple light. Faster than Saturn could react, Gureggru’s palm shot forward, and her hand jabbed Saturn right in the stomach.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!! GEEEEEEEZ!!!!!!” Saturn toppled over, completely immobilized, arms still in holding position in the air. His right eye twitched and his lip curled. His bones felt slightly chilled and he was extremely lightheaded.
“Guuuuurrrrrr....” Gureggru growled, croaking eerily at the same time. The glowing stopped, and her hand lowered.
“What-was..... t-that?” Saturn had difficulty speaking at this point, and his fingers and toes clammed up and started quivering.
I do believe that was Poison Jab.
“Wha! Who said that?” Saturn questioned, still quite parlyzed.
It was me, the Casey. I can speak telepathically you know, the Casey replied.
“Oh, well.... Okay. What about Domirror? Can he....”
For your information, all Domirror are genderless. I am a male, and that Gureggru that used Poison Jab on you is female. I do believe Admin Jupiter didn’t give a care which three Pokémon you received.
Saturn was now through with the effects of Poison Jab and stood up. “How do you know about Admi-” He was interrupted by the intercom reverebrating the hallways.
“Ginga Agent Saturn, report to Admin Mars’s Office immediately! Repeat, Ginga Agent Saturn, report to Admin Mars’s Office immediately!” and the intercom turned off.