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Open New Liberty

As the caged Pokémon were awakening, Dr. Wyrme was sitting in his office. He had just gotten finished with a meeting with a sponsor, reassuring them that the money inputted into the business side of Plasma Research was going to good use. His female Pendora, Chira, walked over to his desk and laid down next to him, resting her head up on his armrest. Jordan sighed, petting Chira on the head.

"So much nonsense to deal with, running this operation... " Jordan spoke to his Pendora, shaking his head. "Yes, someone has to do it, and my vision won't go through without a leader, but I want to be there, progressing the science of the projects."

The Pendora spoke back, using a slightly computerized, female voice, based from the device she wore around her neck. "It is all right, Jordan. You are doing what you need to do. I am proud of you."

Jordan smiled and turned to the large computer screen on his desk. "Well, I suppose it's time we see how the Trans Project is going. Today is supposed to be the big day...Why don't we go check on them together, Chira, after a little conference call... Computer, call Atticus." A computer voice responded from the speakers on the desk, replying, "Right away, sir."

A ring would be sent to the project's main control room computer, where Atticus was sitting, and a prompt asking if he wanted to accept a call from Jordan would pop up.
 
Allum opened his eyes whhen he felt a burning sensation. he looked down at his arm and found he was on fire, "Crap!" He patted at it with his hand and eventually managed to put it out, after burning himself repeatedly. Flames were falling around him, being a Treecko was not good when it rained fire. He began to dodge the flames but fell over three times.

"That's it, I'm walking on all fours." Strangely enough he found himself more agile. "At least this worked out." He sat down again and looked over to the Cyndaquil who appeared to have caused the fire. Every nerve in his body was telling him to be angry but he couldn't blame the poor thing, It appeared he was not the only one that was not originally a pokemon, there were others asking questions that seemed to have no answers. 'If I awoke as a pokemon I would probably freak out too...' Then he remembered he had. He hung his head again and sat back down on the cool floor. He felt so tired in here, so trapped.
 
Leon was having fun. The teleporting thing was awesome! where should he go next? Next to the Treecko! Where now? The Poocheyena! Next? The Cyndaquil! How about now? The Natu again! Ah, this is endless fun, isn't it? Of course, teleport isn't a good move for fighting... Oh well. All Leon wanted was this fun.
 
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Kiera felt another mind - soothing and familiar, in some way, but that feeling was quickly jarred by the excited voice that ripped through her ponderings. She turned and stared, wings flapping in agitation, at the Abra that seemed to be able to teleport at random. Surely he'd be tired, or not used to it - she didn't want to try any of her 'powers' in case they didn't work, or made her head hurt too much. Even staring at the Dark-types gave her a sense of wrongness, amplified by how they were an absence in her head, a void that taunted her. She could not sense them. That scared her.

And then they all ignored her, favouring the Poochyena instead. The Dark-types didn't seem like bad people - or well, Pokemon - but just looking at them made her feel powerless and weak and useless, and she couldn't stop herself from hopping slightly away from the Poochyena and Houndour. That was bad, but she would never have guessed that there could possibly be a type-bias amongst Pokemon. Partially because Pokemon weren't supposed to be real. Something like a Natu couldn't exist. And yet, she was one, and now successfully broken out of the light trance she had been in, she felt the fear and panic come rushing back in.

She needed to get out - get out of here before anything happened. Get out of this place, this body, she couldn't take it, and how dare they not listen to her when she could organize them, ensure everyone here had once been human - and she wanted to lash out, and the fear just rose like a wave growing higher and more powerful.

Suddenly, it broke inside her, and she could feel it just draining away - and reappearing in the world around her physically, a wave of Night Shade that spread out around her to buffet everyone else in the room. Shivering, she could say that she felt better, less afraid, but... had she hurt someone? She looked around anxiously - losing control like that, that wasn't right, she shouldn't have...

But she had been so afraid and angry. She suddenly realized how the Cyndaquil, whoever it was, must be feeling now.
 
"I-I'm a Shinx." Chisai muttered, "I-I must be dreaming."

She saw embers flying towards her.

"Eep!" she squealed, dashing away.

And then...the Night Shade hit.

She collapsed to the ground, struggling to get up.

"...Urgh." she muttered, lying back down, "I'll be fine."
 
Lying in a daze as he tried to make sense of what was going on, tears rolling down his cheeks and evaporating with a sizzling noise upon contact with the ground, which was now glowing red around the spot where his blazing back lay pressed against the concrete, Denzil wept for the loss of his humanity, and for the full-body pain he could feel inside. Sensations he'd never even imagined possible invading his mind, the massive sensory overload almost too much for him to bear. Was any of this even real? Was he losing his mind?

As if to shatter his hopes that all of his surroundings might be simple hallucinations, a wave of power his newly enhanced senses could neither detect nor identify struck him, terrifying him even more. Flipped up into the air, he swivelled from lying on his back to standing up in mid-air, and landed on all fours about a meter away from where he'd started - easily recognisable by the glowing red heat impression he'd left behind in the floor. His fatigued brain indicating that the Natu from earlier had been the source of the attack, through the hot fog clouding his thoughts, the revelation that his attacker had used forces paranormal in nature to damage him came into his head as a result of years of experience playing the game. Yes, Natu was a psychic type after all. It explained what had happened, but not how such things were possible.

Regardless, it was terrifying to even come to terms with the fact that he was now surrounded by dangerous creatures with powers just as strange and terrifying as his own. Several of them had spoken, indicating that they were probably humans too, no doubt in the same situation, but he was mistrusting of them all the more for that fact. His experience with humanity having taught him that the nice guy approach was likely to get him killed. If not on purpose, then at least accidentally. Glancing around, scrambling for a way out, his roving eyes came to rest on a lone door that seemed to be the only way in or out of this cell, with the exception of the shafts up above. A door! That meant escape!

Feeling the fire building inside of him again, Denzil decided to try a different move. His mind racing - what moves could Cyndaquil use!? Facing the door, he opened his mouth wide and poured all the pain and confusion he could feel into a scream of raw emotion, a mighty jet of flame roaring from his open mouth and colliding with the door.

"Da-aaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaa-quil!"

His Flamethrower heating up a single point of metal on the door, despite the raging heat, the door failed to show any signs of damage. Most likely having been treated to heatproofing for such reasons as this. Yelling until his throat was hoarse, his vocal chords now stinging so much that he could no longer speak, Denzil gave up and hung his head low in frustration. His attempt to break out ending in discouraging failure.
 
"What the -" said a surprised Bulbasaur. He narrowly dodged an incoming night shade. "I'm not going to ask."

Travis watched as a Cyndaquil tried to burst through a door using Flamethrower.

"Well, if the Poochyena doesn't know where we are, and he's trying to burn down the door, I guess it's pretty obvious to see now that we're trapped." He sat down. "Ah well, I had a good run."

Travis tried to just rest, he didn't really see what the point was of trying to break out. Whoever was keeping them there would have security. The heat generating from that Cyndaquil was making him uncomfortable though, so he started to stroll over to a colder place.

"These Pokemon all seem so worried. Sure, it's pretty crazy how we all ended up here, but seriously, what's hurting anyone gonna do?" he told himself. "If anyone breaks through, it won't be for a while." He stopped. "Seems like a good stop to rest."

Travis didn't care whether he got out or not. This didn't look good, and it wasn't about to get any better to him.
 
Riku revealed a grin, his canine fangs rather sharp.

"Sorry to bother you... My name's Riku by the way. What's yours?" He asked the other dog. Just then, many attacks went through the room. As the fire hit him though from the large Flamethrower, it seemed to be absorbed into his body. Riku smiled at this. Cool! I must have Flash Fire then. I still need to figure out Why this happened... He thought to himself.

Still, if he was going to be a pokemon, he might as well enjoy this time.
 
The fear had loosened its grip on Kiera again, and she focused, reaching back desperately to the muted colours and clarity of the trance, ignoring the voids and the fire and the rustle of leaves around her. She could dimly remember that Psychic-types had strange moves like Future Sight, that Natu evolved into a Pokemon that could see into the future and the past - foresight and hindsight and the power to act on it. She could feel the energy going from the Cyndaquil to the fire he had blasted at the door, and a dim awareness of being watched. The foreboding was back, an ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen, and that made her more desperate to find some way out.

She could maybe use Wish, or Future Sight, but the truth was that she had no idea how to propel what abilities she had. The previous attack had been pure instinct. But she needed to get out - out before their doom fell upon them, out before they all starved to death because they were being watched but no one was coming and she suddenly felt incredibly unimportant. To her, to all of them, these powers seemed unique and amazing and powerful, but there were probably thousands of Natu with better control, more understanding - she was just a flawed bird, a failure...

The others were of no use, seemingly content to lounge around and talk. That prodded her into action. "Don't any of you care?" she demanded, whirling around, feathers ruffling. "Yes, being turned into a Pokemon is amazing - " her voice was dry, her head pounding from the effort of seeing them and feeling their minds at the same time. "But we're trapped here. Someone did this to us, wrapped us in chains, dropped us in here. I can feel them watching - there are probably cameras around here, so they know what we're doing. We're prisoners, to be experimented on or something and all of you are just sitting here!" Useless, she condemned them, eyes bright with fury and far too desperate. Why couldn't they see?

"Or maybe, because we aren't as good as regular Pokemon, we're being left here. To starve or die of dehydration. How long have we been here? I don't think our actions have gone unnoticed - but no one's doing anything to check on us. We could be trapped here to die. We need to make a plan and get out before something bad happens!" As it would. She could feel it, the wrongness descending, a scythe-edged pendulum sweeping lower with each breath they wasted.
 
Travis listened to the Natu blabbering about something to do with caring.

"Sure, I care," he responded sharply. "But what's complaining or yelling at people gonna do. Obviously there's nothing we can do at the moment, so you can't blame them."

"Just wait. Something will happen if people like that keep acting up," he muttered to himself with a smile.

But something was making him uncomfortable. He didn't know what it was, but he shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
 
As Lyra's scream ended, all the fear was extracted from the fellow former humans.

A Flamethrower was aimed at her and she barely dodged it. A Night Shade struck her and sent her backwards quite a bit.

Lyra sent a wave of multicolored psychic energy in all directions; then she suddenly remembered that it was Psywave. In the midst of the chaos, she screamed yet again.

Life was fun; at least for Lyra.
 
The Misdreavus in the corner really was being annoying. First a scream, then a Psywave and now another scream. If I weren't a Psychic-type, and if I could use some damaging attacks, I would really let her have it. But, perhaps I could get the Cyndaquil to do something... He seems to be using his powers appropriately... Leon teleported over to the Cyndaquil.

"Hey," Leon started, "As you may have noticed by now, I am an Abra. I see you can use flamethrower. Now, that Misdreavus over there is being really really annoying. Perhaps you could accidentally aim another of your flamethrowers at her? I'd do it myself, but, I am an Abra."
 
RIIIING

Atticus turned his attention away from the pokemon for a few moments and heard he had an incoming call.

"Computer, Accept call."

He saw the face of Jordan Wryme pop up.

"Hello, Jordan. You called?"
 
Riku was starting to get annoyed now. This fighting wouldn't solve anything, especially with everyone panicking about it too. Besides, with all this fighting, who was going to answer all of his questions.

"Would you all STOP IT!" He called at the top of his lungs. He didn't know it at this time, but his voice was booming louder than ever, and he had just used the move Roar without knowing it. All he knew was that it made him feel in charge. He was still wondering where they were, and how this happened, and why they were held here.
 
Jordan's Pendora would also be seen right next to him on the screen. The young man spoke through the screen to Atticus. "Good afternoon, mister Reynolds. So today was the day you told me you would have some results to show me. How has that gone? Are you ready to have us come and examine the inventory?"
 
Composed, but not quite so sure of what he was going to say, Atticus reponded to Jordan's call.

"Well, not exactly. We just finished preparing the specimens, and we're now in the process of seeing what they can do. I can upload your screen so you can watch as well, if you want."
 
A roar sounded across the room. "People these days," he thought.

He looked around. Travis wasn't an idiot. He knew someone was watching them, but blasting the area with attacks would obviously do nothing. He began to carefully observe the trap they were sitting in. There, he saw it.

"Well, would you look at that. Cameras. Not a big surprise, I must say, but well hidden," he said to himself. "I could try, but it'll probably be no use."

Travis began to feel around his body, trying to figure out how to control it correctly. After a while, he finally gained the knowledge of how to use Razor Leaf. As expected, however, the camera easily deflected the sharp leaves with its solid skin.

"I knew it," Travis said. "I'm beginning to become annoyed. What are they waiting for?" Travis thought for a bit, and he came to conclude that the "watchers," a term he coined, were waiting to see how they would react.

"So the ones they're probably interested in are the ones starting trouble," he told himself, and he glanced at the Cyndaquil, Natu, and Misdreavus. He sighed. "Well, if that's the case, it shouldn't take long before something big happens."

And with that, he went back to a light sleep.
 
I wonder if I can use any other moves, Leon thought. Then, like a mime ((or a Mr.Mime, haha)), Leon drew a rectangle in front of him, in hopes of Light Screen or Barrier. To his appeal, a wall of light appeared before him. This must be Light Screen. Let's try for Barrier! Leon turned, and drew another rectangle with his forefingers. Another wall of light formed before him, a different colour this time. All right! This is pretty cool! I wonder what level I am...
 
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Throughout all the chaos, Brandon just sat there, thinking about what had happened to him.

"I seem to be a Bagon. But how the hell did I turn into a pokemon?"

Brandon got so nervous that he began to feel something hot in his throat. He though he was going to throw up, but when he opened his mouth, a few small flames came out and hit the floor.

"That must have been Ember. If I'm a pokemon, then wouldn't that mean I could use all my moves? And that would mean... I might be able to find a way out of here!

Brandon stood up and started to look for a weakness somewhere, or a small hole that he could crawl through.

" If I could find a way out of here, maybe I could find out how I became a pokemon in the first place."
 
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Natalie awoke in a grey concrete room. She was lying flat on the floor. Natalie struggled too get up, but couldn't.

What's happening?She thought as she looked around the room. She tried to stand up again and succeeded. Then tripped on a tail coming from her behind. It seemed to have a light green substance dripping from it.

A tail? Since when do I have a tail?
 
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