Superbird
Fire emblem is great
With a confident, determined look on his face, Hilbert thrust open the door to the P2 laboratory. Stepping inside, he looked around. It wasn’t a big place; just a small warehouse, with tons of laboratory equipment lying around everywhere. There were tables everywhere, and on them were multitudes of syringes, beakers and microscopes. Looking in the corner of the room, Hilbert saw a large device which he quickly recognized as the same thing that had been used in the Nacrene museum to restore his Dome fossil.
In the center of the room, hunching over one of the tables and looking at something – because his body was in the way Hilbert couldn’t quite see what – was a man in glasses and a long white lab coat. Upon hearing the young trainer walk in, the scientist turned around. He scowled at Hilbert. “What do you want?” he asked grumpily.
“I was told to catch the last of Team Plasma,” Hilbert replied. “And I received a tip that one scientist was working on a secret experiment here, one that could help the team revive itself to its former glory.”
The scientist frowned even more, lowering his head. “That would be me. And may I assure you that I have no plans to release my pokémon into Team Plasma’s hands.”
Hilbert just stared. “Care to explain?” he soon replied, taking a more comfortable position.
“That N…” the Scientist began, “He was the one who started it. He canceled my research, the research to revive a newly-discovered fossil pokémon. Sure, we eventually managed to revive it, but then he did it. He told us to stop tampering with the beautiful bounty of nature. Our funding was erased, and most of the scientists left. All…except me.”
“You, Dudley Matthews,” Hilbert concluded, leaning against a wall. This was suspiciously easy.
“Indeed,” Dudley replied. “But then, after Team Plasma’s fall, I saw my chance. I came back to the lab, and sure enough the research was right where we had left it. That pokémon…the one we called Genesect…by the time we’d had the project cancelled we’d had no time to examine it. So I did so by myself, and found it to be amazing. Just absolutely amazing.”
Hilbert thought this over for a little while. The conclusion wasn’t hard to draw. “So, you mean, it was powerful?”
“Powerful enough to even be classified as near-legendary, by today’s standards. But when I looked at it, something sprang to my mind. It could be…improved.”
“How? You mean like what Silph Co. did to create Porygon2?”
“Exactly,” Dudley confirmed. “I spent several days developing technology and creating plating that was perfect for the creature I had restored. When I attached it, I wired that technology to the creature’s brain itself. In prehistoric times, Genesect was probably the ultimate hunter. Now, it is the true ultimate hunter.”
Hilbert shook his head. If he didn’t do something now, odds were that man would try to fight him. He stepped forward cautiously, moving his hands to ensure that his motions didn’t come off as aggressive. “Okay, but I’m still gonna have to arrest you.”
At this statement, Dudley jumped backwards. He pressed a button on the table behind him, and immediately all of the tables and equipment in the lab scooted toward its edges, creating a wide-open space in the middle. “No!” he exclaimed. “I won’t let my work go to waste…”
Shaking his head, Hilbert stepped back to the edge of the newly-created battlefield and took a poké ball from his belt. He had been told to try to avoid a fight, but at this point did he really have any choice?
Apparently not. Scientist Dudley appeared to be getting quite anxious at the thought that Hilbert and the Unovan police force would take him and his Genesect away. He clutched the pokémon’s ball in his hand, and noticing Hilbert’s readiness to fight, threw it. As it hit the ground and exploded into a white light, Genesect emerged. It looked like a purple cyborg, though Hilbert could easily see the resemblance to several current pokémon – A prehistoric Scyther immediately jumped to his mind.
But it had been entirely reconstructed. Now, its body was covered with tough metal plating, and on its back seemed to be a cannon, the back of which had a red drive partially inserted into it. Hilbert could definitely see why N would reject something like this; knowing that boy, he probably despised Porygon, much less this.
In response to Dudley’s actions, Hilbert threw the poké ball in his hand, watching it burst into another prehistoric creature, a quadripedal, somewhat large dinosaur whose face was a giant metal shield. The Bastiodon had been one of the young trainer’s best fighters for a long time, ever since they had met near the beginning of his journey. But now, all he did was stare. Hilbert even saw him recoil a little. Should I be worried? He thought to himself.
What was going through the Bastiodon’s head, however, was a steady stream of memories, memories of the past, from millions of years ago, memories he hadn’t remembered in a very long time. “You’re…” he stammered in his own language, though to the watching trainers it only sounded like “Bastio…”
Upon seeing his opponent rear back, Genesect stood up straighter. “Hah,” it said in Pokémonese. “Am I really that scary to you?” It smiled. “Well, I guess that is warranted. Back in my day, I was a legend, even among other Genesect.”
Bastiodon narrowed his eyes as he took a fighting stance. “No, you…I know you.”
Genesect laughed. “Is that so? Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d elaborate a little on that point.”
“You…back then you were the Genesect known as Exor. You…you killed my parents. I saw you.”
Exor thought for a bit. “Oh, were those that group of two Bastiodon? That was a challenge. I mean, one Bastiodon was easy but two was a fair challenge. They didn’t stand a chance, though.”
Bastiodon took a step forward. “You…you MONSTER!”
“And now I get to finish the job,” the Genesect said, rushing into battle. “Eat this!” he exclaimed as he jumped nimbly over Bastiodon and landed a hard hit on the monster’s backside.
Bastiodon grunted in pain. The attack had done a fair amount of damage, but he could fight back. He lumbered forward, his helmet gleaming with a metallic sheen, and rammed into Genesect. The legendary hunter recoiled only slightly from the attack, rising again as the Scientist told it to use Techno Blast.
Stepping back, Bastiodon suddenly wondered what Techno Blast was. He’d never heard of the attack even once, and he’d been all over Unova with Hilbert. But he didn’t have to wait long to find out; he saw Exor smile before shooting a bright red beam out from the cannon on its back.
Almost all the fight left Bastiodon as the wide beam of energy hit him. It had struck a weak spot; the attack had fire-type energy in it, somehow. Bastiodon took a weary step forward, finding it hard to do. If he couldn’t beat that Genesect, it would kill him, he knew.
Then, he heard his trainer’s voice. “Bastiodon, Metal Burst!” Hilbert shouted. Bastiodon smiled; this was why he loved humans. They were able to come up with strategies like that on the spot. Standing strong, Bastiodon harnessed the energy that had struck him just a second ago, and changed it into pure power, sending an ultra-strong blast out from his helmet.
The blast hit Genesect squarely, and knocked the bug back. “N…no!” it cried, struggling to keep its balance. “I…I failed…to catch…prey…” it choked out before falling to the ground unconscious.
Hilbert recalled Bastiodon as a black-haired Interpol detective in a long brown trench coat rushed into the room. “Show’s over, dude,” he said to the scientist.
Dudley just sadly recalled his Genesect, and seeing that there was nothing more he could really do, he submitted himself to Looker and the rest of the international police without much trouble. Genesect was still captive in the Poké ball, and was left lying on the counter as everyone left the P2 Laboratory…until Hilbert looked back and grabbed it before leaving. Genesect and Bastiodon were both prehistoric, he figured, wondering if he could get them to make friends with each other.
In the center of the room, hunching over one of the tables and looking at something – because his body was in the way Hilbert couldn’t quite see what – was a man in glasses and a long white lab coat. Upon hearing the young trainer walk in, the scientist turned around. He scowled at Hilbert. “What do you want?” he asked grumpily.
“I was told to catch the last of Team Plasma,” Hilbert replied. “And I received a tip that one scientist was working on a secret experiment here, one that could help the team revive itself to its former glory.”
The scientist frowned even more, lowering his head. “That would be me. And may I assure you that I have no plans to release my pokémon into Team Plasma’s hands.”
Hilbert just stared. “Care to explain?” he soon replied, taking a more comfortable position.
“That N…” the Scientist began, “He was the one who started it. He canceled my research, the research to revive a newly-discovered fossil pokémon. Sure, we eventually managed to revive it, but then he did it. He told us to stop tampering with the beautiful bounty of nature. Our funding was erased, and most of the scientists left. All…except me.”
“You, Dudley Matthews,” Hilbert concluded, leaning against a wall. This was suspiciously easy.
“Indeed,” Dudley replied. “But then, after Team Plasma’s fall, I saw my chance. I came back to the lab, and sure enough the research was right where we had left it. That pokémon…the one we called Genesect…by the time we’d had the project cancelled we’d had no time to examine it. So I did so by myself, and found it to be amazing. Just absolutely amazing.”
Hilbert thought this over for a little while. The conclusion wasn’t hard to draw. “So, you mean, it was powerful?”
“Powerful enough to even be classified as near-legendary, by today’s standards. But when I looked at it, something sprang to my mind. It could be…improved.”
“How? You mean like what Silph Co. did to create Porygon2?”
“Exactly,” Dudley confirmed. “I spent several days developing technology and creating plating that was perfect for the creature I had restored. When I attached it, I wired that technology to the creature’s brain itself. In prehistoric times, Genesect was probably the ultimate hunter. Now, it is the true ultimate hunter.”
Hilbert shook his head. If he didn’t do something now, odds were that man would try to fight him. He stepped forward cautiously, moving his hands to ensure that his motions didn’t come off as aggressive. “Okay, but I’m still gonna have to arrest you.”
At this statement, Dudley jumped backwards. He pressed a button on the table behind him, and immediately all of the tables and equipment in the lab scooted toward its edges, creating a wide-open space in the middle. “No!” he exclaimed. “I won’t let my work go to waste…”
Shaking his head, Hilbert stepped back to the edge of the newly-created battlefield and took a poké ball from his belt. He had been told to try to avoid a fight, but at this point did he really have any choice?
Apparently not. Scientist Dudley appeared to be getting quite anxious at the thought that Hilbert and the Unovan police force would take him and his Genesect away. He clutched the pokémon’s ball in his hand, and noticing Hilbert’s readiness to fight, threw it. As it hit the ground and exploded into a white light, Genesect emerged. It looked like a purple cyborg, though Hilbert could easily see the resemblance to several current pokémon – A prehistoric Scyther immediately jumped to his mind.
But it had been entirely reconstructed. Now, its body was covered with tough metal plating, and on its back seemed to be a cannon, the back of which had a red drive partially inserted into it. Hilbert could definitely see why N would reject something like this; knowing that boy, he probably despised Porygon, much less this.
In response to Dudley’s actions, Hilbert threw the poké ball in his hand, watching it burst into another prehistoric creature, a quadripedal, somewhat large dinosaur whose face was a giant metal shield. The Bastiodon had been one of the young trainer’s best fighters for a long time, ever since they had met near the beginning of his journey. But now, all he did was stare. Hilbert even saw him recoil a little. Should I be worried? He thought to himself.
What was going through the Bastiodon’s head, however, was a steady stream of memories, memories of the past, from millions of years ago, memories he hadn’t remembered in a very long time. “You’re…” he stammered in his own language, though to the watching trainers it only sounded like “Bastio…”
Upon seeing his opponent rear back, Genesect stood up straighter. “Hah,” it said in Pokémonese. “Am I really that scary to you?” It smiled. “Well, I guess that is warranted. Back in my day, I was a legend, even among other Genesect.”
Bastiodon narrowed his eyes as he took a fighting stance. “No, you…I know you.”
Genesect laughed. “Is that so? Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d elaborate a little on that point.”
“You…back then you were the Genesect known as Exor. You…you killed my parents. I saw you.”
Exor thought for a bit. “Oh, were those that group of two Bastiodon? That was a challenge. I mean, one Bastiodon was easy but two was a fair challenge. They didn’t stand a chance, though.”
Bastiodon took a step forward. “You…you MONSTER!”
“And now I get to finish the job,” the Genesect said, rushing into battle. “Eat this!” he exclaimed as he jumped nimbly over Bastiodon and landed a hard hit on the monster’s backside.
Bastiodon grunted in pain. The attack had done a fair amount of damage, but he could fight back. He lumbered forward, his helmet gleaming with a metallic sheen, and rammed into Genesect. The legendary hunter recoiled only slightly from the attack, rising again as the Scientist told it to use Techno Blast.
Stepping back, Bastiodon suddenly wondered what Techno Blast was. He’d never heard of the attack even once, and he’d been all over Unova with Hilbert. But he didn’t have to wait long to find out; he saw Exor smile before shooting a bright red beam out from the cannon on its back.
Almost all the fight left Bastiodon as the wide beam of energy hit him. It had struck a weak spot; the attack had fire-type energy in it, somehow. Bastiodon took a weary step forward, finding it hard to do. If he couldn’t beat that Genesect, it would kill him, he knew.
Then, he heard his trainer’s voice. “Bastiodon, Metal Burst!” Hilbert shouted. Bastiodon smiled; this was why he loved humans. They were able to come up with strategies like that on the spot. Standing strong, Bastiodon harnessed the energy that had struck him just a second ago, and changed it into pure power, sending an ultra-strong blast out from his helmet.
The blast hit Genesect squarely, and knocked the bug back. “N…no!” it cried, struggling to keep its balance. “I…I failed…to catch…prey…” it choked out before falling to the ground unconscious.
Hilbert recalled Bastiodon as a black-haired Interpol detective in a long brown trench coat rushed into the room. “Show’s over, dude,” he said to the scientist.
Dudley just sadly recalled his Genesect, and seeing that there was nothing more he could really do, he submitted himself to Looker and the rest of the international police without much trouble. Genesect was still captive in the Poké ball, and was left lying on the counter as everyone left the P2 Laboratory…until Hilbert looked back and grabbed it before leaving. Genesect and Bastiodon were both prehistoric, he figured, wondering if he could get them to make friends with each other.
