Well, an idea popped into my head, and I decided to write a new fic. The premise is that after the events of DP?, Team Galactic became a police force, and fought what they once were, criminals. Unfortunately, about twenty years later, they recieved an offer, from an unknown source. With that offer came a threat, and those who didn't take it would die. Here's the prologue, following the last surviving Galactic Agent that hadn't taken the offer. It's shorter than usual, but I didn't want to drag it out too much.
Run. Flee. Escape. Those were the only words in his mind at that moment, as he sped, on foot, through the snowy edges of the Mount Coronet Range. He couldn’t think of anything else, he had to warn the citizens of Snowpoint, and all residents of Sinnoh, of what he knew. Focused on this, he did not see the dark, ominous shadow behind him.
“That’s enough running, Sol,” uttered a voice, coming from behind him, “It’s time to die.” Just then, a man suddenly swooped in, stepping in front of him. The man wore a cruel glare and a sinister smile upon his face. This appearance was complimented by the unkempt silvery hair upon his head. More surprising, though, were the seemingly infinite number of lines and numbers that covered his otherwise white robe.
“N-Numbers! How did you catch me? I thought I blocked the exit! You can’t be here right now! You just can’t!” He was full of fear, which was evident upon his face. “D-don’t kill me! Please!”
“I’m sorry, Sol, but you’re going to die right here,” Numbers, as this man was called, drew a long blade from his waist, “If you’d simply stayed, I’d only have killed you,” Using this blade, Numbers slashed forward, severing Sol’s arm, “three quarters,” Again, with the same blade, Numbers lunged forward, slicing off the other arm, “of the way!” In a final lunge, Numbers severed Sol’s legs. Sol screamed, seething in pain.
“But now,” Numbers cruelly grinned, “you’re going to die 150 percent!” He stowed his blade, instead drawing from his back a long, iron chain. “Normally, I’d have handed you over to the Abecedarians, and let A2Z handled you. But now, you’ve been a thorn in my side in both professional and personal manners. You were even about to let all of Sinnoh know about our plans. You know what the Silent Blanks do to traitors and nonbelievers.”
“You can’t! You’re mad to think that you can pull something of that scale of! You’ll never succeed, and you shouldn’t have dragged Galactic into it! We had turned over a new leaf, until you came and forced us to become what we had worked out lifetimes to stop!”
“You’re the fool, Sol. You’re going to die because you wouldn’t comply to the orders of Silent Blank, and you’re calling me mad? Once we unlock the true power of the Orb of Nothingness, we’ll be able to destroy all! Now, as I said earlier, prepare to die! Come forth, Lord of Silence!”
A huge, bright beam of light surrounded the icy areas of the Mount Coronet Range. Sol’s screams echoed throughout the mountains, and then, stopped. Numbers walked away, chuckling to himself. “I suppose you could consider this a 150 percent success.”
End of Prologue