It was during the memorial service at the Dreamyard when they made their move. Deep within the abandoned research facility, a cloaked man made his way towards a helpless Musharna and its child when a girl appeared from a mysterious place known as the EntraLink. The activation of the Pokémon’s “Dream Smoke” caused a spike in psychic energy, affecting the renowned psychic Caitlin, a member of the Elite 4 and mayoress of Striaton City, thus creating panic in the crowd. Under orders from Grimsley, another member of Unova’s Elite 4, the trio of Gym Leaders Cilan, Chili and Cress were ordered to seek out an undisclosed group of people. Our heroes, Blake, Bianca and Cheren followed Cilan, whom they had met previously, in the hopes of meeting a powerful psychic-type Pokémon. GAME 4: Positioning the Pieces.
“Excuse me!” Cilan shouted as he desperately tried to push through the large crowd of Striaton residents who were concerned about Caitlin’s sudden psychic attack, and why Grimsley’s Scrafty had its hood held over their mayoress’ head.
“What’s happening?” one of them murmured to another. Although he knew, Cilan didn’t want to answer, as that would create a mass panic. As he made his way up a small hill he looked down at the crowd, and the broken down Dreamyard. After a moment of silent contemplation, he saw a Lillipup running up the hill, followed by Blake, Bianca and Cheren.
“Hey Cilan!” Blake shouted, holding his hat down to prevent it from being blown away in the strong wind. Cilan turned to the three.
“What are you doing?!” he shouted. “I won’t be able to accept challenges today!”
Lillipup had finally made its way to Cilan, and leapt for him. Not wanting the Pokémon to hurt itself, Cilan caught the Lillipup and began stroking it.
“It’s the Dreamyard isn’t it?” Cheren asked. Cilan remained silent, but turned his head to face it.
“What?” Bianca asked her friend, confused.
“The Dreamyard is the only place in this part of Unova where Psychic-type Pokémon can be found. Then, when you consider that Lady Caitlin’s attack stopped after she touched a Dark-type Pokémon, there’s a connection, right?” Cheren explained before looking at Cilan slyly.
“Sorry, but I can’t give a recipe to someone who can’t cook.” He replied cryptically. After scanning the area, Cilan noticed a group of people wearing chainmail gathered around one of the Dreamyard’s entrances. He smirked as he turned on his Xtranceiver.
“I’ve got a positive I.D. at the south entrance.” He said in a stern tone.
“Dang it, you had to catch them before I did.” Chili joked.
“Should we serve it, or let it stand for a while?” Cress asked. Cilan went to look at Grimsley’s corner of the screen, but it was blank.
“Sir?” Cilan asked. Chili and Cress were also curious.
“Perhaps we should check it first?” Chili proposed.
“Are you worried about Grimsley?” Cress asked, almost mockingly.
“Of course not.” Chili scoffed; “He’s probably just in battle or something. You know how focused he can get.”
“My my, isn’t this area supposed to be off limits? And what a scene we have here. It’s lucky that I, a member of the Unova Elite Four happened to be in the area.” Grimsley smirked as he faced the strange man. The hallway they stood in was one of the least dilapidated areas of the laboratory; but it was still covered in dust and rubble.
“Tsk.” The chain-mail clad figure recoiled as Grimsley began to walk closer. The vampire-esque man chuckled as he watched the would-be kidnapper recoil.
“It’s funny.” He began. “It’s like you never expected us to notice. We have agents all over Unova.”
“So you’re not only controlling Pokémon, but people too?” the silver-haired man aggressively asked. An amused smile spread across Grimsley’s face.
“In the decades your group have been around, haven’t you once considered that people and Pokémon want to work together?” Wait...decades? The robed girl thought, astonished. The second king shouldn’t even be twenty yet.
She then thought back to when she was chained to a stone slab standing before a grand throne. She was barely conscious, but she could make out the conversation between an older robed man and his son.
“Tomorrow, with the summoning the of the dragon of truth and the dragon of ideals, you will become the king of Unova, and then everyone will know the Harmonia name, my son-”
“Humans have been mistreating Pokémon since the dawn of time. Team Plasma want to free Pokémon; for the better of both sides!” the man turned to the Pawniard.
“Pawnia-” before he could even finish calling the Pokémon’s name, Grimsley’s Bisharp rushed through the run-down corridor and pushed the small Pokémon away with a Brick Break. The Pawniard was pushed through a wall; barely standing up afterwards, only to see its evolved form looming before it.
When looking at the Sharp Blade Pokémon, the Plasma member’s face remained a blank sheet.
“When someone’s life is on the line, I can’t afford to hold back.” Grimsley explained, looking at the young girl.
“Pawniard...Revenge!” the Plasma member shouted. Grimsley looked shocked as the small Pawniard kicked Bisharp in the shin, causing it to fall over, before punching it in the head. Grimsley laughed manically.
“Interesting. Very interesting.” He grimaced. His face turning from pleasant to demonic.
“So, this is the true face of Grimsley, the demon?”
not the demon. I’m the guy people say could tame the devil if he were a Pokémon. Bisharp, you use Revenge!” Bisharp, shaking off the attack that cracked the blade on its head, grabbed the still-extended arm of the Pawniard, and hurled it into an opposite wall with little effort.
The robed girl looked petrified as she watched the brutal battle unfolding before her. She looked at Grimsley, whom she had initially thought was a mild-mannered hero, and slowly shuffled backwards.
“Don’t worry.” Grimsley began as his sharp eyes caught the trembling girl. “This is just a side effect of working with Dark-types. It’ll be over soon.” The girl was nervous; could she really believe what he was saying?
“Pokémon don’t manipulate people.” She said, trying to gain some confidence in her voice. “People and Pokémon help each other by bringing out their true selves.”
The well-dressed man smiled viciously.
“Well, everyone has a bit of darkness in them. If they didn’t, the Elite 4 wouldn’t have to exist.”
The silver-haired man slowly clapped his hands and laughed sarcastically.
“How very cliché. Humans corrupt the hearts of Pokémon, making them willing slaves.” Both the young girl and Grimsley glared at him.
“That crest...” the girl recoiled as she pointed at it. “You can’t be a Harmonia...”
“And why not?” the silver-haired figure shouted, frustrated. “Is it because I’m not as pure as my brother?! The hood of his cloak fell down as he thrust his head forward in rage. His eyes were sharp, and had bags under their eyes; his head was in an almost perfect V-Shape, giving him a very manic look.
“Harmonia?” Grimsley asked. He had heard the name before, but could not place it on a specific person.
The man touched the crest on his armour.
“This crest is no longer limited to that bloodline; yet, those who are in it should be royalty of Team Plasma - I, Eric Harmonia, should be the heir to the throne, not my pathetic brother!” Eric began softly, before ending with a vicious yell.
“Eric?” the girl asked. “Surely the only heir to the Harmonia family is Ghetsis?”
It finally clicked.
“So, the EntraLink allows time travel?” Eric chuckled. “Perfect.”
The girl was frozen. Time travel?
“W-What year is this?!” she panicked. A sympathetic look took over Grimsley’s face.
“Your robes...you’re from the Dragonspiral Tower right?” he asked.
“Y-Yeah!” the girl shouted, excited at the identification.
“The tower was destroyed...twenty years ago.”
“W-What?” The girl fell to her knees. Thinking back to the vast white space she was trapped in - for twenty
“The tower was sealed thousands of years ago; yet there were those who served inside.” He explained.
Eric Harmonia had used this short dialogue to allow his Pawniard to sneak up on Bisharp, by the time Grimsley had noticed, his Pokémon had been knocked into a wall with Brick Break; resulting in a cloud of dust rising up. As Grimsley and the girl shielded their eyes, footsteps could be heard running towards the latter and the two psychic Pokémon she was shielding. Then, the dust was suddenly blown away in a twister of leaves.
“Snivy!” the Grass Snake Pokémon shouted as it stood triumphantly at the entrance Grimsley had emerged from only a moment ago; accompanied by Blake, Bianca, Cheren and Cilan.
“Thanks for the help; you can leave now.” Cilan said to the three trainers. Blake jokingly slapped him on the back of the head.
“Like we’re gonna leave you two too it - look, there’s a girl over there, and two Pokémon.” Blake pointed.
“More intruders?” Eric grumbled under his breath. “Pawniard, use Brick Break on the wall.” The small Pokémon obeyed, punching the already weak wall, causing a cave-in. Just before the last rock fell, Cilan turned, pulling a Pokéball from his jacket.
“It’s tasting time!” he shouted as he threw it through the hole. The ball burst open to reveal Pansage, a green monkey Pokémon. “Pansage, use Dig!” Cilan ordered.
“Pan!” Pan shouted as it gave Cilan a thumbs up, and the last rock fell down. In a few moments, Pansage burst through the ground with a cheery smile.
“Sage!” it exclaimed.
Cilan went over to his Pokémon and patted it on the head.
“Thanks Pansage.” He smiled. He then stood up, inspecting the scene, before addressing Blake, Bianca and Cheren.
“You three, go somewhere safe.” He ordered.
“What do you mean?” Cheren asked. Cilan sighed, wondering why he had to explain it.
“Too many chefs spoil the broth.”
“So, you’re saying we should leave?” Bianca asked, nervously.
Cilan looked at the pile of rocks that stood before them, and the hole that his Pansage had dug.
“While I’m sure Grimsley will be okay; and I can take care of that girl...there’s you.” Cilan approached the hole Pansage had dug. “I’ll go in; this isn’t your fight anyway.” He said before jumping in. The three trainers looked at each other, trying to guess what the others were thinking. Neither of them had thought they would have to deal with something like this on their journey; and especially not so early into it.
“What should we do?” Bianca asked, looking at Cheren for a rational decision. The young man had his hand raised to his chin, and was already contemplating the odds.
“C’mon Snivy!” Blake shouted. The two companions looked as Snivy and Blake jumped through the hole.
“Wait, where are you going?” Cheren shouted as he and Bianca ran to the hole.
“Cheren, Bianca!” Blake shouted a moment later, from the other side of the makeshift-stone wall.
“What the heck are you doing; and what’s going on?!” Cheren shouted back.
“Cilan and that guy from before are battling the armoured freak.” Blake replied, “Anyways, I have a job to do. See ya!”
“Wait!” Cheren shouted as he pounded against the rock; but there was no response.
It wasn’t long before Blake and Snivy had climbed through the hole. Due to the wall caving in, they were now shrouded in darkness.
“Bisharp, use Thunder Wave!” Grimsley shouted. Electricity sparked; and it was in that split second that the boy and his Pokémon saw the scene before them. Blake quickly homed in on the girl at the other side of the corridor, and the Pokémon she was trying to protect. The two didn’t hesitate as they ran in her direction. The light faded, and fast, light footsteps could be heard getting closer. Snivy stopped and began looking around frantically. Blake, sensing the grass snake’s nerves, stopped as well.
“Snivy, close your eyes and focus.” Its trainer whispered. Snivy obeyed, closing its eyes. In mere seconds, it began spinning, conjuring up a Leaf Tornado.
“Paawn!” Pawniard shouted as the tornado struck it; although that was mainly due to shock; it’s Steel-typing meant the attack left no lasting damage. Somehow, it could see Snivy and unleashed a Metal Claw counterattack, which hit the snake directly.
“Vy!” Snivy screamed.
“Snivy?!” Blake shouted out as he scanned the area; knowing full well that it was a fruitless effort; he couldn’t make anything out.
Snivy got up, but the darkness brought about the same problem. It heard the footsteps returning, and jumped to the side to dodge. The earlier attack had weakened it though; Snivy was trying to catch its breath when another attack came closer. The Pawniard could see in the dark, so dodging wouldn’t do anything; especially as the snake had no idea where it was jumping too. It turned around, and in desperation, shot out its tail - wrapping it around something
“Paw...” The Pawniard was struggling to release its claw from Snivy’s tail; Snivy was struggling too, to keep the Pokémon in its possession.
“Sni!” it shouted in pain, before it began to glow a light blue; giving the room a little illumination. Snivy’s body began to grow taller and its tail longer. As the light faded, a new Pokémon stood in its place, with its tail firmly around Pawniard’s arm.
“Servine!” it shouted happily. Blake turned to it, his face was covered in awe. He quickly reached into his pocket, and scanned it with his Pokédex:
“Servine, the Grass Snake Pokémon. It moves along the ground as if sliding. Its swift movements befuddle its foes, and then it attacks with a vine whip.” The automated voice explained.
“Servine eh? Awesome!” Blake shouted before darkness fell again. However, Servine began glowing white; illuminating the entire room. Blake?!
Cilan thought; surprised, as he had just told the boy to leave. However, he was in no position to argue his presence.
“That’s Servine’s Flash attack.” Grimsley explained; he then looked at Bisharp, who nodded as it used this moment to strike Pawniard from above with a Brick Break; knocking it out.
“Flash attack eh? You couldn’t have learned a more useful attack, could you?” Blake asked as he stroked his newly evolved companion. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eric making his way towards the girl and the two psychic Pokémon.
“Servine, Vine Whip!” the boy shouted. Servine’s yellow collar quickly extended and shot at Eric; wrapping around him and raising him in the air. Blake walked to the cowering girl and held out his hand.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now...erm...” he stopped; embarrassed that he didn’t know the girl’s name.
“Thanks...” she said timidly as she pushed herself up and brushed herself down; leaving the boy’s hand hanging. She was too concerned about the crest on Eric’s outfit to fully appreciate what had just happened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it from here.” Grimsley said reassuringly as he placed his hand on Blake’s shoulder. Blake gestured to Servine with a simple nod.
“Vine.” Servine retracted its vine whip, and allowed the Team Plasma member to be restrained by Bisharp. The robed girl then walked towards Eric. He said I’m from the ‘Entralink’, does he know why I’m here?
She thought. As she got closer to the man, Cilan rushed over to the Munna and Musharna to help heal them.
“You.” The girl said loudly. Eric unenthusiastically turned his head to face her.
“What am I doing here? What is the Entralink?” she asked.
Eric erupted into a fit of laughter. However, everyone in the room had serious expressions on their faces.
“I think I can answer that one.” A female voice stated. Blake, Cilan, Grimsley and the girl all turned to the hallway; out of the shadows emerged a woman wearing a lab coat - Fennel.
“Professor Fennel!” Cilan exclaimed. “What are you doi-” he began, before he was interrupted by the woman raising her hand.
“The same reason you’re here.” She answered, looking at the Munna and Musharna. “To stop Team Plasma getting what they want - the Dream Smoke.”
“Dream...what?” Blake asked.
“The original purpose of this lab!” Eric shouted manically. Ashamed, Fennel looked away from the group.
“What’s he talking about?” Blake was more confused than ever.
“The Dream Smoke...is a substance produced by Musharna.” Fennel began. “Some people believe that-” At that point, Grimsley stepped in.
“I’m sorry, but isn’t this confidential information?” he asked in a commanding voice.
“Why shouldn’t I tell her, after what’s she’s been through?” Fennel pleaded.
Grimsley rather abruptly pointed at Blake.
“But why should you tell him?” Fennel withdrew into herself; knowing all too well that Grimsley was right.
After applying a super potion to the Musharna, Cilan rejoined the group; although he noticed he had joined them at an awkward moment.
“Well, we can discuss this later.” Cilan said as he stood between the girl and Eric.
“Are you alright Madame?” he asked her as he bowed.
“Don’t worry about me.” She snubbed. “And the name’s not Madame; it’s Hilda.”
“Hilda...a name I haven’t heard in a while.” Cilan mused.
“Well, I’m obviously not from this time, am I?” Hilda shouted; misjudging Cilan’s tone.
“That’s not it.” Cilan began as he stood up, before looking her in the eyes. “It’s a name, with a unique taste.” He added.
Blake was struggling to hold back laughter, but Grimsley didn’t try and hide what he was thinking.
“I didn’t know you were that
type!” he laughed.
“I’m not!” Cilan shouted as he turned to his superior; flustered.
“Hah!” Eric began laughing again. “You’re all fools aren’t you?!”
Everyone turned their attentions back to the captured man. The ground suddenly began to shake. Everyone was preparing for the building to fall; but instead, two Excadrill emerged from the ground in front of, and behind, Eric. One of them knocking Bisharp away with a Drill Run; the other grabbing the Team Plasma member as it returned underground.
“W-What the?” Cilan asked, astonished. Grimsley however, wasted no time in recalling his Bisharp and throwing a Pokéball in the air; a large brown bipedal crocodile emerging from it.
“Krookodile, use dig!” he shouted as he jumped onto its back. “Cilan; you focus on taking care of this lot. Harmonia’s mine!” he shouted.
“Roger.” Cilan replied.
“Krook!” the Krookodile shouted as it dove into the ground.
“How disgusting...” Blake commented as he looked at the Pawniard on the ground. “He left it here; like it was disposable.” Cilan and Hilda both looked at the Pawniard as well.
“At any rate, we’d better get out of here.” Cilan said as he picked the Pokémon up. He then turned to Fennel. “What’s the fastest way out?” Fennel thought about it for a moment.
“Follow me.” She said calmly as she walked down the corridor. Servine followed, using another flash to illuminate the building.
Outside, Cheren and Bianca were waiting nervously outside the Dreamyard.
“Do you...do you think they’re okay?” Bianca asked. Cheren smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t worry; Blake may not be an academic, but he isn’t stupid. Besides, he has a Gym Leader and a member of the Elite 4 with him.”
“Yeah.” Bianca said, relieved as she looked at the Dreamyard.
“Pitiful. Just pitiful.” Ghetsis grumbled to himself after he hung up his phone. Ghetsis was the one making the speeches across South-Eastern Unova a few days before.
“What’s wrong?” the boy seated opposite him asked. This boy looked a lot like Eric, just younger, and with light green hair.
“Nothing.” Ghetsis replied. “It’s just; your brother is too reckless. He’ll end up jeopardising our plan.”
“Don’t worry.” The boy smiled as he looked out of the window. “I’m sure he’ll calm down, once he realises how serious a problem Pokémon trainers are.”
Ghetsis couldn’t help but smirk. You’re too naive...N
he thought as their helicopter drew closer to a city with tram tracks covering the streets.