Open Rise of Team Galactic

[Coloursfall]

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"...and in other news, a small heard of Doduo has been spotted around Route 201. If you've never had a chance to --"

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Bleep.

"Hello Sinnoh. Look up from your peaceful, dreary lives and gaze towards the sky. The Stars above you are shining brightly in anticipation of our return. We will rise again to strike down your impure and imperfect world, and birth our own; the goal of the great Cyrus before me; a World Without Spirit."

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The first transmission had been over a week ago now, a great number of the TV sets with cable access going out and displaying the image of a female with long blue-black hair from the shoulders up, face cast in shadow except for one sliver of pale skin and a shining blue eye. The TV station in Jubilife had been thrown into a tizzy after the incident, and the appearance of Galactic Grunts around Sinnoh had only added to the fear.

The plans of the evil group had insofar been extremely cryptic, and any Grunts captured by police were reluctant to say more than what they were planning would be bigger than any of their plans before. There were a few locations with noted increased Galactic activity, however; Hearthome City, Mt. Coronet, the outskirts of Celestic Town...

Hearthome City Church in particular was home to a great number of Galactics loitering around.

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It was a warm day, the sun high in the sky and few clouds. There was the slighted breeze, though it was warm and not too bad; summer was starting to take over spring. Hearthome was quiet as a city of its size could be; there were few people around the street, as it was midday, and a few wild Pokemon and a few trained ones lurked around.

The Church's doors stood slightly open, like normal, and a boy who looked to be in his late teens was lurking around the entrance. He was gathering many dirty looks from passerby, for he was dressed in the Galactic uniform. He didn't seem to notice, and just leaned on the wall, frowning. Inside, a few people were milling around, and it was quiet.

A tall teenaged girl was standing before the alter, her arms crossed over her chest and a small smile on her face. Her black hair few in soft waves to her waist, and her dress was fairly ordinary; a tee-shirt and jeans. She seemed mostly oblivious to the other people around her, and seemed to be thinking.

Outside, a stronger breeze made the door creak softly, and open a bit wider.

 

[Togetic]

Eagun wandered the streets of Hearthome, with not much to do. He had arrived in Port Snowpoint a few weeks prior, originally to visit his grandparents' graves. Salamence being unable to fly in the freezing weather of Snowpoint, he was forced to walk to Mt. Coronet and then reach Eterna City. However, that was already done, and he had nowhere else to be, so Eagun decided to roam Sinnoh for a bit.

He was fast approaching a church, and noted a bus stop near-by. Just infront of the church however, he could see a Galactic Grunt leaning there, complete with crazy hairstyle. "Wait what...? Galactic? They disbanded years ago....hold on. That sailor at Snowpoint...he said something about them coming back, that's right. Hmm, lets see what they're up to..." Spying the pokegear in the Galactic's pocket, he called out his most trusted and oldest team member, Rotom.

"Rotom, turn invisible and hi-jack that guy with the crazy outfit's Pokegear. I want to see what hes up to. When you find something, I'll be waiting at the bus stop a little ways back", he whispered.

With the nod and a cry of his name, the pokemon flickered out of vision, moving to the target's Pokegear. The Pokegear's light flashed blue, and indication that Rotom had gotten to it successfully. Nodding a thanks, Eagun walked towards the bus stop. For the next few minutes, he would just be your average teenager waiting for a bus.

 

[Thanks for All the Fish]

On the skirts of Hearthome, if you looked, you'd hear a whirring noise underground. You'd probably shrug, no big deal, and if you were a trainer position yourself for an attack on the Rhydon or whatever that might pop out.

And then either be freaked or dissapointed at the kid jumping out of the lossened soil. Simon stretched and yawned, dusting off some grass from his head. "A bus stop? Where..." He tugged out a map, and stared at all the locations. "Ah! Hearthome. This is the place." With a swift removal of his glasses, he decided to stay low. Especially in any glo-day haired criminal guys show up.

 

[Thorne]

Incidentally, a young man slept on a bench just nearby the bus stop. While he was snoring loudly, the welding mask he had flipped over his face muffled the sound. Occasionally you could hear him mutter unintelligible words as well.

One could question why this young man decided to sleep in such a place. Because not only was it in the middle of day, but sleeping out in the open quite like allowed people of lesser morality to rob you of all your belongings.

Still, the young man slept calmly as he sat there, on the bench.

 

[octobr]

Good God, thought Guy, it is like they are giving something away and no one told me. Oh wait, it's Hearthome.

Going through Hearthome was part of his normal routine -- well, as normal as wandering homeless could ever get. He didn't like the place. Worse than Floaroma. Stepped past the gates and there were hippies and 76 smoochums dancing like whores and mime jrs sucking on pacifiers in their strollers like horrible parodies of babies. And the hikers, the damn huge bear-like hikers who cooed over their pachirisu and skitty the way little girls did over everything. The place was a nest of the insane -- there was a giant looming church full of idiots who babbled on about the grace of pokemon across town from Fantina's gym which was pretty much one of the creepiest places he'd ever been and he was never going back, hot foreign lady or no. Not to mention the contest hall the city pretty much revolved around, it was a hotbed of freaks putting stupid sweaters on their pokemon and making them dance around while the pokemon looked at them like they were idiots.

It was not a Guy-friendly place.

And yet here he was. Freaking Hearthome city, warm and kind. Quiet though it might be for the town it still made Guy a little uncomfortable, because didn't these people have something to do with their lives that wasn't forcing their pikachu to do runway shows? A woman looked alarmed at his passing, or maybe just his dirty old jacket (which he'd really need to take off soon, since the weather was heating up); he sneered in satisfaction that he'd made some impact on this hellhole. Good God, she had a mime jr in a bonnet, that had to be illegal in some region.

He passed a bus stop and considered kicking the underside of a bench because there was a brat passed out on top of it, probably high out of his mind knowing Hearthome. But it wasn't worth his time, he decided, the less time he spent in this place, the better.

But that kind of got derailed when the gloomy architecture of the church came into view and he squinted at something that was a vibrant shade of teal that he hadn't seen for seventeen years.

He squinted more. His vision must be going, he really is getting old, dammit. Yeah, that was a Galactic grunt, looking as arrogantly idiotic as ever, probably just lurking around to look important while he hadn't the slightest clue what his superiors were up to. Back when he was younger, 16, 17 maybe, beating up Galactic grunts had become sort of a sport; you'd talk to them, they'd jump at you and declare a pokemon battle, you'd thrash them and then you'd kick them in the nuts or something, steal their wallet maybe. Eventually it'd gone out of style cause it was so damn easy. It was kind of exciting to think that maybe he could start that trend again. Ma always did want him to be a contribution to society ...

He sort of half-stalked, half-sauntered over to the church and gave the kid in spandex a sort of squinty glare. Usually that was all it took to set these guys off, they were so full of themselves it was almost adorable. Another woman looked at him like he was from Mars when he passed -- he should start a tally, he thought.

 

[Coloursfall]

The grunt stared right back at Guy, now seeming far more puzzled and slightly startled than bored, like he had before. He reached down and put a hand on one of two Pokeballs on his belt, and stared at the older man with anticipation.

"You're giving me a look like you wanna battle, old man. You sure you're up for it?" He sneered, plucking one of the balls and letting it rest in his palm. "I'll take you on! Not like I have much else to do. Guard duty sucks."

The young man took a rather strange attempt at a battle stance, one hand on his hip, and the other (holding the Pokeball) held up at about chin height. He was smirking now.

"You won't beat me, that's for sure."

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

Marcus sighed and rubbed his eyes. Getting up early was annoying, and he had been awake since the sun had decided to rise. What route was he on again? 208? Something like that, anyway. At least he hadn't been required to go through that humongous cave, Coronot or Coralnet or something. That would have been torture.

As it was, Kali had been nice enough to fly him across the top, seeming to only feel his weight slightly. It was a mystery to him where the Flygon had gotten off to now, and Marcus wasn't particularly concerned; Kali could take care of herself well enough, and he himself was altogether more interested in the variety of new Pokémon around.

Being a native to Hoenn, Marcus had only seen pictures of the Bibarel splashing around in the water, or the little grey Starly twittering in the tree above him. He had once seen an infant Bidoof at his mother's breeding center, but it had been collected soon enough, so most of this was a novel experience.

After flicking the brown hair out of his eyes, Marcus could see the entrance to the city, several hundred yards away. He was now coming upon a small house surrounded on all sides by berry bushes.

Lost in thought, Marcus was surprised when a sprightly old man trotted up to him, pressing a large berry into his hand; it was pastel-pink and fuzzy, and the old man immediately identified it as a Pecha berry, briskly shaking Marcus' hand and dashing back into his verdant garden.

Thoroughly dumbstruck, Marcus continued on his way and waited outside the gateway into the city, waiting for Kali to return. He hoped she wouldn't be too long...

 

[Arcanine]

Nola wandered aimlessly through Hearthome's marketplace district, with Froslass hovering behind her. That was a truly rare sight, on a place where most trainers had cute and lovely Pokémon, and the Ghost-type only helped Nola's 'phantom girl' image. Not that she cared; she hadn't really cared for anything in some time, besides her Pokémon of course.

Nola continued to wander until she found Hearthome Church. She stared at it for a few moments, but her attention was quickly turned to the odd fellow with the weird suit, with a 'G' on his suit. Wasn't that the trademark image of some organization everyone was talking about? Anyway, he looked pretty weird. Nola stayed in place, Froslass hovering next to her, as she witnessed with curiosity the odd fellow challenging a grown man, he too not exactly 'normal'.

 

[Thorne]

Suddenly, the young man who slept on the bench woke up, with a quick twitch and quickly muttering something that sounded like: "Gonna kill you and I'm keep killin' you and I never, cause you're be dead and then I'm gonna kill you."
He flipped up his welding mask, squinting his eyes at the sudden light. He looked around, and remembered that he was at the bus stop nearby the church in Hearthome city.
What caught his attention the most was what seemed to be a staring contest between a old hobo and a man with the worst fashion sense he had seen in his entire life.
Still, it seemed like this would turn out interesting. So he walked closer to get a better look.

 

[octobr]

Guy twitched. Old man, well he never -- he was very much tempted to say screw the battle and just kick the brat in the teeth and dump him in some river but people were looking now and that wouldn't really be appropriate. Besides, he reasoned with himself, he was sorta old ... compared with these kids, anyways, since everyone here had to be under twenty, all clean faces and bright eyes and virgin smiles. The Galactic dork was trying to look confident and ending up looking more or less like an overgrown child playing pretend.

Guy reached to the pocket of his old brown coat, coming back with a scuffed pokeball and a small silvery box. He opened both at about the same time -- from the pokeball came a typhlosion, which looked about as worn and ticked off as Guy, and from the case a cigarette. Guy made a satisfied little noise and held the cigarette out to the typhlosion, and the pokemon made a small coughing sound and spit out a burst of fire just big enough to make the cigarette glow. Guy stuck it in his mouth, still staring at the kid. (He tried, once, lighting it over typhlosion's ruff of fire; he'd been stuck with bandaged hands for way too long because it meant he couldn't use them to light more cigarettes.) He snapped the cigarette case closed and shoved it back in his pocket. The typhlosion flared its nostrils to look more menacing. Aw.

"Guard duty?" said Guy finally, voice dripping with sarcasm and disbelief. "You're ... guarding a church." He leaned over to one side, looking past the blue-haired brat and into the church, where a couple of older men and women were milling about waiting for a trainer to come in so they could preach the Way and a girl was kneeling up at the altar. "Great job you're doing, slick. You'll be getting a promotion any day now."

He leaned back a little on his heels as if to say 'yeah, I'm done berating you now, you may make a flustered comment' and sucked on his cigarette. Typhlosion quirked its face in what looked like a smirk.

 

[Coloursfall]

The Grunt's confidant smirk wavered for a moment, but the released the Pokemon in the ball - a Dustox - anyway. He looked more nervous now, and took a step back. The Dustox fluttered in the air a few feet above the ground and made a soft cooing sound.

"D-don't make fun of me! What do you know? Nothing, that's what! Dustox, use Gust, and make it snappy!" He hissed, pointing overdramatically in the Typhlosion's direction.

The bug type obeyed right away, fluttering its wings and sending a small whirlwind at Typhlosion, before flying a bit higher.

Inside, a few people had looked out the door at the commotion, looking confused and worried; though no-one moved to leave, most likely scared by the Grunt's presence. The girl at the alter moved closer to the entrance, however, a hand on a Pokeball. She looked mildly amused, but did nothing more than watch.

 

[octobr]

The typhlosion stumbled with the force of the gust, but mostly looked as if its little brother was flicking it or doing the I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU thing. Guy kind of had the same expression. He was looking between the dustox and his typhlosion like he really couldn't believe what was going on; his brow furrowed, and when he opened his mouth he made a small spluttering noise before asking, "Really? A bug? You're... sending out a bug." It didn't make sense. If the thing even touched his typhlosion the wrong way its flaky wings would burn like newspaper. Even though it was a creepy giant 4-foot bug with an empty smiling face. Yeah, seeing it light up would be a nice change of pace ...

He jerked back to reality and glanced at his pokemon. Typhlosion looked up at him and shrugged like, sorry boss, I don't know what's wrong with him either, guy's gotta be crazy. Guy puffed out a burst of smoke in resignation, putting his hands in his coat pockets, and said to his typhlosion, "Ember, I mean, I guess." And typhlosion, looking just as chill and a bit bewildered, hunched a bit and spit out a shot of flames that curled up towards the hovering Dustox, angle careful not to accidentally-on-purpose set that damn ugly church on fire.

Meanwhile, Guy was shaking his head at the grunt. Kid had to be way young -- sending out a bug against a typhlosion, it wasn't like a normal battle where you had no clue what the other guy was gonna throw at you, he had shown the kid. Guy realized vaguely he was probably at least twice this kid's age, could be his dad (if he got that lucky that young). It made him kind of cringe and he inhaled around his cigarette. But it seemed about right for Galactic -- the way he remembered them they were mostly bumbling idiots who wanted to look important and the job paid well and came with cool uniforms and didn't require a stupid song each time they showed up. They didn't have to be fantastic trainers, they just had to be gullible.

 

[Exo-Raikou]

Devack Kessler walked calmly through the streets of Hearthome, feeling more at ease now than he had been in a while.

He felt this way because he felt prepared. Each and every pokemon of his was in the best possible position where they could help him. Tremaine and Scar were even now scouting the city, (as he thought this, Devack looked up and saw his Skarmory slowly flying over the city, looking for any possible signs of Galactic activity.) while Frollo stood loyally by his side, and Facilier stood loyally in his shadow, as Gengars normally would. And as for Kaa, the Arbok was concealed in his poke ball, as a hidden contingency plan.

Devack continued his walk until he reached an intersection near the Hearthome church, and it was here that he caught sight of a commotion. This commotion took the form of a battle between an old man and...

How foolish. They've already began to show themselves in broad daylight? They must have a death wish.

The battle was clearly going to end in the old man's favor - the type advantage between their two pokemon told Devack all he needed to know.

And yet... I doubt the old man will continue after defeating him in a trainer battle. I don't think anyone here would go as far as I go... though that is something I have long since accepted.

With that in mind, he walked over to the church's shadow, turned to his shadow, and the Gengar hiding in it, and nodded (not even caring if he looked strange by nodding at his shadow.) At this signal, Facilier slowly slipped from Devack's shadow to the shadow of the church.

Now then, I'll wait for the right moment to make my move...

 

[Coloursfall]

The Ember quickly scorched the bug-type, who squealed in pain and thrashed its wings for a moment, before the grunt recalled it in a flash of bright light. The young man didn't seems as cocky as before; he was sweating a bit now, and was frowning instead of smirking. He grabbed the other ball from his belt and released the Pokemon inside; a Beautifly. The insect eyed her opponent and seemed a bit panicked, fluttering her wings franticly.

"You may have bested my first Pokemon...!" The grunt hissed, taking another step back and stumbling a bit when his back hit the wall. "Even if you beat me, you won't stop in in our goals! Team Galactic is the strongest force in Sinnoh! Beautifly, Bug Buzz!"

Reluctant looking, the Beautifly made a high-pitched and rather irritating sound.

 

[Togetic]

Eagun raised an eyebrow at the strange man that had just popped out of the ground, and slowly removed his hand from Gyarados' pokeball. Ignoring the strange sight, he turned to see an old man battling a Galactic Grunt in a battle with 9001:1 odd of victory. For the Grunt.

Sighing, he stood up, when suddenly Rotom popped out in front of him. Pulling out his Pokegear, Rotom quickly entered it and began typing a message on the screen. "GLACT GUARDING CHRCH REASN UNKWN. HE NJOY TUNIN IN2 LULABY STATION LOL. NO CNTACTS. ONLY 2 CALLS IN HIS LOG. BTH NAMES SCREENED CANT TRAK. NO MESSAGE HSTORY. WILL CONTINU INFILTRATE"

Eagun nodded, and Rotom left the device and once again flickered out of sight. He sat sat down on the bus stop again, appearing calm, but his mind was whirring with possibilities. Turning his eyes back on the battle, it appeared that Dustox was barely holding on against the homeless guy.

"Guarding a Church? That's rather strange. Its fairly obvious there's something to guard. But what? A weapon? A base? Probably a base. But there's no base in sight. Galactics usually have large metallic high-tech bases...if history is anything to learn from. What if this new commander doesn't like that stuff? No, she obviously adores Cyrus, so that's unlikely. "

"Therefore, the base must be underground. And that would mean a trapdoor or hidden entrance is somewhere in that church, or at least in the vicinity. Hmm, well if some base had been built in the near area recently, and its high tech, there must have been a large workforce and a lot of noise."

"But what if it was here and simply salvaged..? Thats a possibility. No, this section of Hearthome looks ancient, I doubt there would be anything here that could be salvaged and upgraded without a lot of effort."

"So I'll have to go ask the head priest here about any recent building constructions or suspicious amounts of working men around this area recently. Alright, that sounds like a plan."

Stepping up from the bus stop, he looked around, and saw that there were quite a few extra people there. He then walked towards the church, where the Grunt was still battling using a Beautifly.

"Stupid guy. His Beautifly will faint in about 15 seconds. Have fun with that. But these people. They look like trainers. Are they here to take on Team Galactic as well?"

 

[Arcanine]

Nola had been watching the battle, and she would have giggled because of the grunt, if she wasn't so used not to. Poor Galactic boy. Probably didn't have any other Pokémon to use besides bug types, and especially against a Typhlosion, he was pretty much done. Even the adult seemed to be holding back, but with no avail; either the adult's Pokémon was too strong, or the kid's was too weak. Well, she thought, from what she heard Galactic grunts weren't all that strong anyway.

Nola kept watching the battle, only now holding one of her arms with the other and closer to Froslass, in a gesture of protection from the always growing crowd that made a circle around the two battlers.

 

[Sylph]

"Strong head winds, eh Gummi?"

A single Peliper lands on the streets of Hearthome, allowing his passenger off of him before rotating his wings to loosen them. The passenger chuckles under her breath and plucks a ball from her belt, returning to tired bird back. After placing the ball back on her belt, she looked around at the city before her. From what she could tell, she was in front of the Contest Hall.

"Hm...might catch a show after all this...but first, gotta keep my end of the deal, or else that Altaria will show his talons and get me."

The woman laughs at her joke, turning on her heel and passing the sea of people on her way. She loved the cities of other regions, finding them so full of life and mystery. At one moment you could be walking, the next you find a sale at your favourite store or realize that your pocket had been picked by some little hood.

"Ah city life...good to bask in now and then, but not to live in. No sir-e."

The woman turned down the street, catching sight of the Church.

"Huh...he was right. Hard to miss that relic. What;s this?"

She spotted what looked like a battle between some kid and a young man with a rather unfortunate haircut. She shuddered as she watched the man with the bowl cut, wondering about his mental state when he had decided to do that to himself.

"....Unless it was a dare. I don't think any sane man would do that to themselves and want to be taken seriously."

She walked closer to the Church, catching details about the two battlers. One was a kid as it seemed, but what caught her attention was that Mr. Bowlcut was wearing a Galactic uniform.

Lord in heaven. Why they insist on looking like that, I'll never know. Fools, the lot of them.

 

[Kali the Flygon]

It had only been 5 days since Kali, along with her trainer, Marcus, and his Blastoise, made landfall in Canalave City, having taken a ship from Slateport. Marcus had been really excited about going on a vacation, sightseeing all across Sinnoh. They had visited the TV station in Jubilife, and Marcus bought a Poketch watch, and they saw the mining museum in Oreburgh. In addition, the had noticed a number of Pokemon that neither of them had ever seen before, native to Sinnoh. But there was something special about Hearthome... it's where his aunt lived, and Marcus seemed excited about going to see her. So, Kali had taken the liberty of flying across the mountains with Marcus, since the only other way was through... around would take way too long. By the time they made it across, and reached the outskirts of the city, Kali wouldn't try to show, but she was exhausted. Then, when she noticed a little blue and white squirrel skittering across the field nearby, out of the corner of her eye, she also realized how hungry she was as well.

Kali let her trainer off her back, and whispered to him, "I have to do something before we continue. Just take a quick break, or walk on ahead and I'll catch up to you at the guard station." With that, she flew off and landed in a more wooded area nearby, in the direction she had noticed the Pachirisu was headed, trying to relocate it. The additional eyeshields of her eyes acted like a second pair of lenses, allowing her to actually see almost all around her at once, though only with peripheral vision. That would be enough to spot a moving body, and when the squirrel jumped over a little log, she turned her head quickly to see it in her much smaller binocular vision area. The Flygon crouched down on all fours, folding her wings along her back, slowly beginning to stalk the little creature, and when she felt it was time, she suddenly lunged ahead. The Pachirisu was fast, though, and dodged her initial pounce, but as she leaped, Kali also turned her head to keep her eyes focused on the squirrel, and blew out a Dragonbreath in an area around it. The squirrel seemed a little shaken by the sudden attack, its muscles seeming to move spasmodically, its senses all jumbled. This gave Kali enough time to land her pounce, then turn around and snatch her new meal up with her jaws, Crunching down hard on it.

After her meal, Kali took a few minutes to relax, laying out in the tall grass, looking up into the sunny sky. Despite the fact that this was meant to be a vacation, moments like this seemed all too few and far inbetween, particularly when looking after a rather hyper teenage-aged human. She gave a sigh and chittered something in her natural language. ~Well, I guess it's time I caught back up with Marcus...~ After another moment, she slowly got back to her feet, spreading her wings and leaping up into air, beginning to fly.

Kali scouted for her human high in the air, first going to where they had split up, then continuing down the trail toward the guard station. When she finally spotted him, she descended from the air, landing down behind him and walking upright up to him. There were more people around, so Kali refrained from speaking in english, not wanting to incite attention. She instead gave a loud chirp to get his attention and stood up beside him, ready to go.

 

[Thanks for All the Fish]

Simon peeked over the berry bushes, absent-mindedly picking one off and chewing it. He didn't mind the Tamato's spices; Sis's cooking made sure of that. That Grunt seemed way less imtimidating now that the old guy took over.

Sending out Bug? What.

Still, Grunts did have the tendency to stick all together, so maybe it was still a good idea to stay behind the bushes, even if this guy seemd to be alone.

 

[Wargle]

A black speck was in the sky above Hearthome City. As that black speck got bigger, it gained a grey underside. Soon rred joined the colors and it was obvious it was a shiny Charizard. A young mas was on his back. It was Nelson Ryder, on his Shiny Charizard named Razor. Nelson observed a battle going on far below in Hearthome city between a Galactic grunt- They're all weaklings so the opponent was probably winning- and a man. Nelson wanted to observe a bit closer, so he ordered Razor to land. Razor did and some people in the crowd around the battle moved away, not wanting to get squashed or burnt. Nelson noticed the man was using Thyplosion- The Jotho Charizard- and the Grunt was using a bug. "Nice. the Bowlguy is getting fried." Charizard observed the Thyplsion with mild interest.