Chapter 1
An evil man stood in a menacing stance, his Skuntank ready to strike. The man wore a thick, swimsuit-esque shirt with similar pants. The clothing was a navy colour, with grey stripes down either side. The man looked like an alien in his creepy attire.
Dang, I probably look just as weird. I thought, my body suit making me sweat.
The suits they made us wear in Team Galactic were very uncomfortable. They were hot and got sweaty in the heat, and I spent a lot of my time waiting to be out of the alien clothes.
But right now I didn’t know that I was buying into a life of wearing this crazy costume. Right now I was more intent on winning as many matches as possible, so I could get into the very exclusive group, Team Galactic.
Scratching my sweaty, itchy back I prepared for the next move in my battle against the vile skunk. It was large, with light purple hair. It had two cream-coloured stripes lining its spine, and a small head. Its little eyes darted around, looking at my small, helpless cat Glameow, then assessing the safest way to strike.
“Skuntank! Headbutt!” my opponent shouted energetically. His Pokémon pounced at my little feline, with its cute, springy tail trailing behind its small, nervous body. The Skuntank’s head landed straight into the side of the Glameow, knocking it to the ground. It gave a faint meow before dropping its head.
I cursed as I returned the cat to its Pokéball.
Another year now, I thought, bowing my head in despair. If I’d had just a little more time to train…
“Good game,” My opposition said cheerfully. I didn’t answer as I thought over a new training scheme.
I had to get into Team Galactic.
They’re working for a great cause and I want to help. I thought, walking dismally out of the battle arena. But they don’t want me!
“Hey, you there!” a women shouted from above me. I looked up in curiosity to see the lady was standing up on a small, metal grandstand.
She had purple hair, done up in 2 large, long buns, placed at the top and bottom of her head.
That’s the craziest hair cut I’ve ever seen! I thought, bewildered by the fact it didn’t all crash down on the women’s head.
“Commander Jupiter?”
She nodded. “Tell me boy, what is your name?” She asked, holding up a check board.
“Cameron Kingston,” I replied, watching sadly as she ran her pen in a straight line, right across my name.
“Better luck next year! Drop your uniform in the box by the exit,” She said positively.
I don’t know what compelled me to do it. It was my worst move in the history of ever, and thank Arceus I made it out of my little stunt alive. But there I stood, proudly shouting out to the commander.
“Actually, its not over yet,”
She gave me an odd look. “How so? You lost in the second round. You’re just not what we’re looking for,”
I smirked stupidly. “Let’s have a battle and see how “bad” I am then!” I stood there like a fool, thinking I was the best thing ever. She simply laughed.
“No. I have far more important things to do. Get changed and leave,”
“No! You have to battle me!”
She groaned. “Fine. But it won’t change a thing either way,”
She climbed down the metal structure and stood at one end of the large, dirt battling arena outside of the colossal, underground Galactic Base.
“Go! Electvire!” I yelled, my prized Pokémon coming out of its Pokéball. It was a bulky, yellow, human-like Pokémon with black stripes running along its body. It had two wires sticking out of its back, whizzing around with uncontrolled energy. It wasn’t a typical Team Galactic Pokémon, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to win.
“Go, Tangrowth!” Jupiter said gracefully, a large, sky blue mass of vines squirming around emerging from her Pokéball. It always reminded me of a clump of blue spaghetti. It had two long, thick, flat, vine-like hands sticking out from its body.
”Tangrowth, use Spore!” Jupiter cried, the tangled mess shooting little bits of flowery dust right into my Electvire’s face. Bam! It fell straight to the ground, snoring away in its slumber.
Dammit! Sleep always was, and forever would be, my absolute least favourite condition. It changed a game of skill into a game of sleeping patterns. I stood and watched as the Tangrowth slammed away at the Live Wire Pokémon’s back with its vines.
Finally, Electvire’s eye opened, and the Pokémon sprung to life. I cheered as it returned to its former glory.
“Electvire, use Fire Punch!”
“Spore!” Jupiter cried out desperately.
The fire lingering around Electvire’s fist caught onto the tiny spores and the battlers watched as the two Pokémon were engulfed in flames. They waited anxiously as the fire died down and revealed my proudly standing Electvire and a fallen Tangrowth.
That was epic! I thought to myself, smiling. Jupiter grunted as she withdrew the spaghetti monster and sent out her next Pokéball.
Out of the Pokéball came an average-height frog. It had big, yellow eyes and a blank face, with a large red bag hanging from its neck. Its slimy, blue skin covered its entire body, with black lines splitting up its body like an action figure. It had a long, red spike sticking out from the top of each hand.
Toxicroak. This will be fun.
“Poison Jab!” The commander commanded, the frog following her orders. Electvire swirled back and forth as the Toxicroak’s fist acted as the straw that broke the camel’s back. With a triumphant roar, the Pokémon took its final swipe before crashing its face right into the dusty floor. I sighed.
“Great job, Electvire!” I looked down at my two remaining options.
“Go! Alakazam!” I exclaimed, chucking the Pokémon out of a Pokéball and into action. The two-legged Pokémon’s face seemed an awful lot like a cat’s, with big, pointy ears and two long whiskers. It had a red star smack-bang in the middle of its head, and two spoons in its fragile hands. It was a dark yellow, with a brown colouring placed around its joints. It looked frail yet threatening.
“Alakazam, use Psychic!”
“Quick Attack, Toxicroak!” Jupiter interrupted, as the Toxicroak struck the Alakazam before running away. The Alakazam’s attack hit its target, but the frog was long gone.
I could’ve easily one-shotted it! I groaned, putting the missed opportunity behind me.
“Alakazam, try again!”
“Again, Toxicroak!” Jupiter laughed. But I just smirked.
“Shadow Sneak!”
The Toxicroak ran directly into the spot where the human-like Pokémon had been standing only to find a small cloud of dust. Out of nowhere, Alakazam reappeared and struck down the defenceless frog. It grinned before shooting a purple bolt of energy down on the Toxicroak. The frog laid down, non-responsively. Alakazam took a bow before running up to me for praise.
“Good job, Alakazam! Keep at it!”
Jupiter was perturbed. “You may just have this one,” she admitted, throwing out a Pokéball carelessly. Out came a large, purple bat. It stared me and my Alakazam down maliciously as it circled around in the air with its four wings.
“Aerial Ace, Crobat!” She ordered, the bat swooping down at Alakazam. I just sighed as my Alakazam instinctively knocked it out of the air with a single Psychic.
That was just a little too easy…
“You aced that one, Alakazam!” I said triumphantly, returning it to its Pokéball.
“Well, are you ready to admit that you Team Galactic people need me?”
Jupiter shook her head arrogantly. “You didn’t use team Pokémon. Look, just go away before I have to remove you,”
“No! I beat you easily, and you’re a commander!” I protested.
“Very well,” Jupiter sighed. She turned around and signalled to a small group of nearby Galactic try-outs.
“I want to see your skills. Defeat this boy for me so I can see how good you all are at working as a team,”
The group nodded and followed her orders unquestioned.
“Stop!” a deep voice shouted from the grandstand. I looked up to see a stern man climbing down to ground level. He was wearing a slightly different uniform to everyone else, with slightly different symbol placement. He had spiky, light blue hair and a wrinkled face. I could recognise him immediately.
“Boss Cyrus!” Jupiter said, standing straight. “What’s the matter?”
“This boy,” he said, turning to me. “Is exactly what we’re looking for,”
I was bewildered. “Me?!”
“Yes,” he said calmly. “You’re perfect for the job,”
“But boss!” Jupiter interrupted. “This boy forced me to battle him! Then he didn’t use our signature Pokémon!”
“Jupiter,” he said, turning to his staff member.
“This boy is persistent and a decent battler. If at first he doesn’t succeed, he goes as far as he needs to to gain what he wants, as he has made obvious in his short time here. Remember,” He said, turning back to me. “I don’t mind if you use non-Galactic Pokémon, as long as you work on training your signature Pokémon in the mean time.”
I was astonished that of everyone here, he chose me, a person who got knocked out round two, a person who interrupted his staff for a battle, over everyone else here.
“Thank you!” I said cheerfully. “Boss!” I tagged on the end.
“No problem. Stay here for the day. I’ll show you around tonight,”
“Got it,” I said. I ran off to the grandstand and spent the rest of the day watching the other people try out.
An evil man stood in a menacing stance, his Skuntank ready to strike. The man wore a thick, swimsuit-esque shirt with similar pants. The clothing was a navy colour, with grey stripes down either side. The man looked like an alien in his creepy attire.
Dang, I probably look just as weird. I thought, my body suit making me sweat.
The suits they made us wear in Team Galactic were very uncomfortable. They were hot and got sweaty in the heat, and I spent a lot of my time waiting to be out of the alien clothes.
But right now I didn’t know that I was buying into a life of wearing this crazy costume. Right now I was more intent on winning as many matches as possible, so I could get into the very exclusive group, Team Galactic.
Scratching my sweaty, itchy back I prepared for the next move in my battle against the vile skunk. It was large, with light purple hair. It had two cream-coloured stripes lining its spine, and a small head. Its little eyes darted around, looking at my small, helpless cat Glameow, then assessing the safest way to strike.
“Skuntank! Headbutt!” my opponent shouted energetically. His Pokémon pounced at my little feline, with its cute, springy tail trailing behind its small, nervous body. The Skuntank’s head landed straight into the side of the Glameow, knocking it to the ground. It gave a faint meow before dropping its head.
I cursed as I returned the cat to its Pokéball.
Another year now, I thought, bowing my head in despair. If I’d had just a little more time to train…
“Good game,” My opposition said cheerfully. I didn’t answer as I thought over a new training scheme.
I had to get into Team Galactic.
They’re working for a great cause and I want to help. I thought, walking dismally out of the battle arena. But they don’t want me!
“Hey, you there!” a women shouted from above me. I looked up in curiosity to see the lady was standing up on a small, metal grandstand.
She had purple hair, done up in 2 large, long buns, placed at the top and bottom of her head.
That’s the craziest hair cut I’ve ever seen! I thought, bewildered by the fact it didn’t all crash down on the women’s head.
“Commander Jupiter?”
She nodded. “Tell me boy, what is your name?” She asked, holding up a check board.
“Cameron Kingston,” I replied, watching sadly as she ran her pen in a straight line, right across my name.
“Better luck next year! Drop your uniform in the box by the exit,” She said positively.
I don’t know what compelled me to do it. It was my worst move in the history of ever, and thank Arceus I made it out of my little stunt alive. But there I stood, proudly shouting out to the commander.
“Actually, its not over yet,”
She gave me an odd look. “How so? You lost in the second round. You’re just not what we’re looking for,”
I smirked stupidly. “Let’s have a battle and see how “bad” I am then!” I stood there like a fool, thinking I was the best thing ever. She simply laughed.
“No. I have far more important things to do. Get changed and leave,”
“No! You have to battle me!”
She groaned. “Fine. But it won’t change a thing either way,”
She climbed down the metal structure and stood at one end of the large, dirt battling arena outside of the colossal, underground Galactic Base.
“Go! Electvire!” I yelled, my prized Pokémon coming out of its Pokéball. It was a bulky, yellow, human-like Pokémon with black stripes running along its body. It had two wires sticking out of its back, whizzing around with uncontrolled energy. It wasn’t a typical Team Galactic Pokémon, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to win.
“Go, Tangrowth!” Jupiter said gracefully, a large, sky blue mass of vines squirming around emerging from her Pokéball. It always reminded me of a clump of blue spaghetti. It had two long, thick, flat, vine-like hands sticking out from its body.
”Tangrowth, use Spore!” Jupiter cried, the tangled mess shooting little bits of flowery dust right into my Electvire’s face. Bam! It fell straight to the ground, snoring away in its slumber.
Dammit! Sleep always was, and forever would be, my absolute least favourite condition. It changed a game of skill into a game of sleeping patterns. I stood and watched as the Tangrowth slammed away at the Live Wire Pokémon’s back with its vines.
Finally, Electvire’s eye opened, and the Pokémon sprung to life. I cheered as it returned to its former glory.
“Electvire, use Fire Punch!”
“Spore!” Jupiter cried out desperately.
The fire lingering around Electvire’s fist caught onto the tiny spores and the battlers watched as the two Pokémon were engulfed in flames. They waited anxiously as the fire died down and revealed my proudly standing Electvire and a fallen Tangrowth.
That was epic! I thought to myself, smiling. Jupiter grunted as she withdrew the spaghetti monster and sent out her next Pokéball.
Out of the Pokéball came an average-height frog. It had big, yellow eyes and a blank face, with a large red bag hanging from its neck. Its slimy, blue skin covered its entire body, with black lines splitting up its body like an action figure. It had a long, red spike sticking out from the top of each hand.
Toxicroak. This will be fun.
“Poison Jab!” The commander commanded, the frog following her orders. Electvire swirled back and forth as the Toxicroak’s fist acted as the straw that broke the camel’s back. With a triumphant roar, the Pokémon took its final swipe before crashing its face right into the dusty floor. I sighed.
“Great job, Electvire!” I looked down at my two remaining options.
“Go! Alakazam!” I exclaimed, chucking the Pokémon out of a Pokéball and into action. The two-legged Pokémon’s face seemed an awful lot like a cat’s, with big, pointy ears and two long whiskers. It had a red star smack-bang in the middle of its head, and two spoons in its fragile hands. It was a dark yellow, with a brown colouring placed around its joints. It looked frail yet threatening.
“Alakazam, use Psychic!”
“Quick Attack, Toxicroak!” Jupiter interrupted, as the Toxicroak struck the Alakazam before running away. The Alakazam’s attack hit its target, but the frog was long gone.
I could’ve easily one-shotted it! I groaned, putting the missed opportunity behind me.
“Alakazam, try again!”
“Again, Toxicroak!” Jupiter laughed. But I just smirked.
“Shadow Sneak!”
The Toxicroak ran directly into the spot where the human-like Pokémon had been standing only to find a small cloud of dust. Out of nowhere, Alakazam reappeared and struck down the defenceless frog. It grinned before shooting a purple bolt of energy down on the Toxicroak. The frog laid down, non-responsively. Alakazam took a bow before running up to me for praise.
“Good job, Alakazam! Keep at it!”
Jupiter was perturbed. “You may just have this one,” she admitted, throwing out a Pokéball carelessly. Out came a large, purple bat. It stared me and my Alakazam down maliciously as it circled around in the air with its four wings.
“Aerial Ace, Crobat!” She ordered, the bat swooping down at Alakazam. I just sighed as my Alakazam instinctively knocked it out of the air with a single Psychic.
That was just a little too easy…
“You aced that one, Alakazam!” I said triumphantly, returning it to its Pokéball.
“Well, are you ready to admit that you Team Galactic people need me?”
Jupiter shook her head arrogantly. “You didn’t use team Pokémon. Look, just go away before I have to remove you,”
“No! I beat you easily, and you’re a commander!” I protested.
“Very well,” Jupiter sighed. She turned around and signalled to a small group of nearby Galactic try-outs.
“I want to see your skills. Defeat this boy for me so I can see how good you all are at working as a team,”
The group nodded and followed her orders unquestioned.
“Stop!” a deep voice shouted from the grandstand. I looked up to see a stern man climbing down to ground level. He was wearing a slightly different uniform to everyone else, with slightly different symbol placement. He had spiky, light blue hair and a wrinkled face. I could recognise him immediately.
“Boss Cyrus!” Jupiter said, standing straight. “What’s the matter?”
“This boy,” he said, turning to me. “Is exactly what we’re looking for,”
I was bewildered. “Me?!”
“Yes,” he said calmly. “You’re perfect for the job,”
“But boss!” Jupiter interrupted. “This boy forced me to battle him! Then he didn’t use our signature Pokémon!”
“Jupiter,” he said, turning to his staff member.
“This boy is persistent and a decent battler. If at first he doesn’t succeed, he goes as far as he needs to to gain what he wants, as he has made obvious in his short time here. Remember,” He said, turning back to me. “I don’t mind if you use non-Galactic Pokémon, as long as you work on training your signature Pokémon in the mean time.”
I was astonished that of everyone here, he chose me, a person who got knocked out round two, a person who interrupted his staff for a battle, over everyone else here.
“Thank you!” I said cheerfully. “Boss!” I tagged on the end.
“No problem. Stay here for the day. I’ll show you around tonight,”
“Got it,” I said. I ran off to the grandstand and spent the rest of the day watching the other people try out.
