The response to this idea was overwheminling (sp? :P) good, and I am pleased to announced I have started work on the story early! I hope you all enjoy the story, and I am sure I can pull it off... somehow :P
How to Conquer Kanto in Eight Easy Steps
September 7th 2007
The island region of Chrono Island had been shaken to it’s core that afternoon.
In the middle of a calm, peaceful day, where the sun, sea and wind were perfect, a huge explosion rose up for the South East of Five Island. The orange and yellow fist gave from one of the, apparently, abandoned warehouses on the town outskirts. It knocked over a dozen surrounding trees, and started a forest fire, causing Pokemon to flee into the skies. But the fire was quickly snuffed, due to a Blastoise and Lapras that appeared out of nowhere. Witnesses told the police later that they saw five figures leave the building, one of whom had sent the Blastoise out. A double battle had ensured, and two of the people were assisted by wild Pokemon. Once the other two had defeated, several fisherman stated they had jumped off the cliff, landing in the waters below. Once the fire had been put out, the other figures flew away on their flying Pokemon.
Several hours later, the police were no closer to discovering who this figures where. The witnesses, who were mainly trainers, had said that they had been more concerned for the safety of the wild Pokemon, and the heat coming from the flames made it hard to see through. The police searched through the ashes, taking pictures of shoe prints in ash, and some pieces of fabric. But the hard part came from entering the warehouse.
The warehouse used to be a grey-blue, two storeys, with a red tiled roof, and was very large, with a surrounding fence and a courtyard. It had been used to house supplies that went to Kanto, mainly stuff for the Celadon Game Corner, who ordered a lot of supplies from here. But several months earlier, the warehouse had suddenly and without notice shut down. Residents of Five Island were curious by this, and some kids had tried investigating it, but a razor wire fence had still been around it, making it impossible to get in. After a few weeks, most people forgot about it, and the warehouse fell into disrepair.
Now, it was beyond repair! Most of the front walls had been blasted out, and there was a huge crater covering most of the floor. The roof had caved in, and the carpets in the offices had burnt up. The wooden frame was black from the flames, and if the warehouse would be rebuilt, it would have to be knocked down and have a new frame. The building now looked sad and useless, and residents have gathered outside to stare at the fallen structure.
Detective Inspector Arthur Reynolds stood in the middle of the warehouse, staring around at the charred structure. He had been one of the top police officers in the Sevii Islands for years, and had headed several investigations into possible arsons amongst other things over the years. And, as he looked around at this building, he felt like something was different.
“John,” Arthur yelled towards an officer a few metres away. A young, blonde haired officer rushed over, and stood eagerly next to Arthur.
“Yes sir?” He asked chirpily. Arthur looked down at him and sighed in his mind. John reminded Arthur of himself at a young age: bright eyed, cheery, ready for the next case to crack. But now Arthur was nearing his fifties, with greying hair and wrinkling skin. And having investigated several grizzly murders hadn’t done well for his mental health.
“I think we should wrap up here for the night. We are losing light here, and I don’t think we can look through black ash in the dark.” The detective explained.
“Shall we keep people on sight to guard?” John asked.
“Err… you and Wilson guard, and I’ll get some other people to help and take over.” Arthur said, and John nodded and rushed off. Arthur sighed and watched him go, and then gave the ruined building one last look, before walking stiffly out of the building.
Once his polished leather shoes had stepped out of the structure, there was a creak. One of the undamaged floor tiles began to rise upwards, pushing the ash and some fallen timber aside. The tile fell backwards, leaving a big square hole. Two hands followed it, gripping the sides as a figure came up.
The man was obviously a scientist: a white lab coat over a plain shirt and tie, dark glasses, pasty complexion, slicked back hair, and was holding some papers nervously. The man had a fresh scar over his left eyebrow, and there was a burn and dirt on his coat. Ignoring these, the scientist checked the coast was clear, and then scuttled over towards some rubble. The room, which now had no walls and the remains of a desk in it, had once been the mans private office, and he had done a lot of work on that table. He pushed roof plaster off the burnt desk, and found a laptop. The plaster had caused the screen to be cracked beyond repair, and the keyboard section had been smashed.
“No no no!” The man hissed, and threw the laptop aside. He looked out through where the doors had been, and saw that the police officers were standing about ten metres away, but they could probably hear him if he made too much noise.
The scientist ran towards a fallen filing cabinet, where a hole had been blasted. Half of the papers inside had been burnt, but severely folders were unharmed. And, a spare mobile phone was in there. The man grabbed it and turned it on, and ‘GIDEON’S PHONE’ came up on the screen. He pocketed it, grabbed the folders, and ran back to the hole as stealthy as possible.
Once he was back through the hole and had pulled the tile back, Gideon turned on a light. He was in a metal bomb shelter, something he had built ages ago as protection. There was a table, with scientific equipment behind some cabinet doors, a bookcase full of fiction and non-fiction, two beds, a fridge, microwave and oven, and a computer and small TV. It would be enough, for now.
“So, what have those brats left for me…” Gideon mumbled, and flicked through the folders. He was annoyed about his lab being destroyed, especially as he had lost his old one when Giovanni had run off. This one had been adequate, but then they had to come and blow it up. And now he had lost most of his files, and all he had left was useless: instructions for certain machines, how to use different computer documents, plans for defunct and impossible projects.
“USELESS!” Gideon yelled, and threw the ones he had searched through across the room. Only one was left, and he reluctantly opened it.
Something fell out his lap.
Gideon was surprised, and held the object up to the light. It looked like a computer disc, but it appeared to be glowing black and purple, and the colours were swirling. Gideon pondered, and then his face lit up.
“Operation Lavender…” He whispered. With an air of excitement, Gideon flipped through the papers. All the instructions, all the lists of resources, all the places to go and people to meet, everything was in here. These were all Gideon needed to complete Giovanni’s Master Plan, the real reason behind everything he had done, including infiltrate Silph Co.
It looked like things would be going to Gideon’s plans after all…
I hope you liked the prologue! Up next, we have the first blog, introducing us to our main character ;) BTW, this story takes place 3 years after the events of Kris vs Gold and Galactic, so it is slightly futuristic.