Next chapter , WEE! Like I said before, this fic is going to be long…( sweat-drops) Nothing much to say now….so here it is! I'm so sorry for the late UPDATE !! I had major writers block, but I'm free! YAY!!! More updates for you readers, hurray!!
I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ITS CHARACTERS. I OWN ALL OCs.
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"Na Na Na Na! La La Laaaa!" Sakura singed as she spun and twirled before Dawn and Paul, who were walking across the valley.
After Paul, bitterly rejoined the group, they decided to head out and now they were moving as quickly as possible, much to Paul's pushing.
"Ooh, are those berries-?" Dawn asked as she marveled at a nearby by bush…
"Keep walking!" Paul ordered as Dawn shrieked, walking more and more quickly. She knew by now not to mess with him, because after all, if he decides to ditch them, how would she get out of the valley?!
"Heehee!" Sakura giggled as she gladly kept the same pace as Paul with ease, Dawn was so envious! How could Sakura and Paul be so fast?!
"Hey Sakura," Dawn called towards the girl, who was twirling and walking at the same time, she turned to face the blunette, "Do you want a piggyback ride?" Dawn asked, smiling. Sakura's face lit up!
"Yes Yes!" The small girl squealed as she ran up to Dawn, who was smiling. Paul rolled his eyes, not this again!
"Okay, but I'm a little bit tired right now," Dawn said, Sakura frowned, "So I'm sure Paul would love to give you one!" Dawn cheered as she ran ahead of the group, turned around, and walked backwards, smiling victoriously.
Paul glared so harshly at her that Dawn was surprised her skin didn't burn!!
"No." He spat towards Dawn, completely ignoring Sakura, who was reaching her arms towards him as they walked.
"Aw, but look at her!" Dawn smiled at him, a hint of smugness present. "She wants to!"
"No." Paul firmly stated again as he walked faster, "Why would I let a little brat on my back?" He harshly said, Sakura pouted as he walked ahead of her.
Then suddenly…it came again….
"I'M NOT A BRAT!!" Sakura screamed as she charged at Paul, jumping on his back! Paul fell on the floor with an OOF! as Sakura sat on his back, content and smiling.
"Isn't that cute?" Dawns smiled as she crouched down right before Paul's face, a sense of victory in her voice.
Paul shot her a many death-glares.
He was about to say something truly insulting and terrible but he felt a tug on his hair.
"Let's go!" Sakura cheered.
Paul sighed. With a troublesome girl and an annoying brat, how was he going to make it out of here SANE?!
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"What...is this?" Damar dubiously asked as his Galactic superior handed him a pair of folded clothes and a few utensils. He looked down at his items like they were foreign to him while the grunts operating on the controls below tried their best to maintain themselves from smirking.
His eyes averted from the belongings to the woman, his eyes wide and confused. She scowled at his expression, rolling her eyes.
"We are to meet with Master Cyrus by tonight, and you can not be presented with the way you are now." She said as she looked Damar up and down, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"What's wrong with the way I look?!" Damar lashed at her, his face blood-red. HE seemed completely oblivious to his baggy clothes, rough 5 o' clock shadow, and dark bandana that covered his eyes.
The mysterious women just "tsk-ed" at the man before her, while walking away.
"Hey-!" Damar called after her, but the futuristic doors have had already zoomed open and shut tightly right before his eyes, his superior gone.
"Sir," A grunt said as he walked up the steps from the mini-operating area below and up to the high deck, approaching Damar, who was still dumb-founded at the articles in his hands.
"My orders?"
Damar just grumbled as he acknowledged him, his eyes not leaving his hands.
"Man the controls..." He muttered towards the grunt, who nodded."...while I go shave..."
The whole room seemed to fill with silence as those words were muttered.
Damar....shaving?
"You heard me!" He boomed as he was quick to flee the control deck in a mad scurry.
Bringing his razor, shaving cream, showering utensils, and other similar products with him
The said grunt, once he snapped himself out of his shock, meagerly led himself to the head controls before a hand was placed on his shoulder and shoving him aside.
The mysterious woman simply smirked as she took head of the controls, casting the poor grunt aside.
"Check out coordinates, I'll handle this." She said with a menacing grin, making the grunt cower in fear.
As he did so, the said commander grazed her fingers across the many controls and smirked.
It's been a awhile since she controlled a mechanism like this.
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The City of Celumina.
A Luscious and Beautiful City.
A city surrounded by rich evergreens and beautiful meadows with multiple banks of streams and canals just flow off into the ocean towards the right coast. A city where the beautiful houses seemed to be towering art of rich stain glass windows of greens, blues, and yellows and the buildings soar high with flowers draping the frames.
Children and small pokemon scurry throughout the spacious cobblestone streets as merchants chant off their goods to walking pedestrians while street performers dance and sing to the sounds of the earth., clapping and stomping to the beat as by-standers toss coins into their hats.
The very sight was calming and gorgeous to anyone with eyes.
Celumina itself was a town not only known for its beauty but a celestial town dedicated to the mystical legendaries and legends that have uprooted the world we live in.
And as a tribute to those holy, a mystical and legendary, the grand central fountain that flows throughout the city, the fountain that is carved out of ancient blessed wood in the form of all the legendaries, pays tribute to the beings that created this world and maintains it. And at the very peak of the fountain, the center points for all too see in awe, stood a Celebi.
Its toes pointed and its head looking up to the sky, its wing spread out beautifully. The fountain was so old and too high to be seen, that not even a single citizen could remember the expression on the legendary's face.
Only the Elder's remember vaguely what their ancestors have told them.
And that was that the Celebi…
…Was Crying.
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Meanwhile, drifting back away from the scenery of the magnificent town, to the isolated shores off the coast to the ocean, the Rampager II raged into view.
It ripped and plunged through the sand, causing sand to fly up in its tracks and small pokemon to scurry away to safety. The giant tank-like machine swirled to an abrupt halt as it reached the shores, the water breaking against the hard steel.
"Alright, listen up everyone! We have reached Lockdown Mode in the operation, screw this up now…" The mysterious woman ordered with an assertive voice towards the crew down below,
"And you most likely won't see these shores again." She added with a menacing stare, "Or any land for that matter."
And at the sign of her strong orders, the crew scurried and relentlessly pushed buttons and pulled down levers, muttering complicated procedures to each other, each one blending together into a scientific blur.
The commander smirked as right before everyone's eyes, the Rampager II's exterior shifted and formed into a pointed vessel with two sharp blades on the sides.
"Oxygen tanks full to capacity and stirred!" One gruff shouted while focusing on a set of control and screen.
"Sea Engine, ready and loaded!" Another shouted, doing the same.
"Rockets, armed and ready!"
The mysterious smirked once more as she relaxed into her seat as the Rampager II became a sea submarine, ready to plunge into the sea. But she could not even afford to even admire the impression on the ship or the work being done, because she had too much on her mind already.
They were to meet Master Cyrus in a matter of hours, and she will have to present Celebi to him once more.
Will she be able to bear it?
Will she be able to go through all of this again?
Would the same fate happen again that happened 20 years ago?
If you would call them years.
Her emerald green eyes softened but were quick to turn hard, like they normally were, when two swishing doors opened behind her.
She spinned the head chair around to face the 'stranger' at the door as she rested her hand in her chin, smirking victoriously.
There stood a man in his early 20s, quite built, wearing a regular white galactic uniform. One that signified that he was an accomplish of the team and not a member, with its streaked white pants and silver and grey shirtless turtleneck, the galactic emblem on his left chest. His boyish light brown shaggy hair covering his piercing bright blue eyes, but yet they were still seen.
He was incredibly gorgeous and any girl would go weak in the knees just looking at him.
The mysterious woman ran her hands through her long evergreen hair before grinning at the very handsome man before her.
"See, isn't that better, Damar?" She said, teasing the man. He gruffed her way as she rose from his chair, allowing him to sit down. The fellow grunts looked up in shock and awe as Damar gave each and everyone one of them a sentencing death glare.
"You owe me." He growled towards the evergreen-haired commander who smirked as she went to leave the control room.
"How possibly?" She laughed as she headed towards the same doors Damar came through. What could she possibly do? PAY HIM?
Yeah Right.
The man slouched forward on his knees as he looked back to her, a sly look on his face as he spoke his next words with a suggestive tone, low enough for the grunts not to hear but for her herself to heed .
"…I heard of what you do to the male superiors above you, of how you got where you are now. I know of some reasons why Cyrus has a liking to you so much…Commander Celeste." He spoke, saying her name with a touch of soiled dignity.
Celeste stopped in her tracks and whipped her head around, her evergreen hair flying in a beautiful spin, her emerald eyes blazing as she tried her best for her tanned skin not to heat up with an uncontrollable anger.
She felt it coming, she felt the power surging through her and the insignia on her back blazing with scorching pain but somehow, she maintained it as she stormed out of the control room with an intense fierceness.
All she had to do was take a breath and it will all be alright.
It always had been alright.
But as she rushed to her room, slamming the doors with a large SWOOSH! As the sunlight poured, she couldn't take it anymore as vivid painful memories flooded her mind.
Memories that disgusted her, defiled her, made her sick.
The bright green insignia glowed with a bright light through her clothing as her emerald eyes glowed bright green, covering her pupil completely. She let out a menacing roar as a green aura flew from her hands and onto a wooden dresser, crushing and melting it instantly into an intense blaze.
As the power and pain subsides, she collapsed to her knees, tear brimming up and strolling down her cheeks as she panted breathlessly.
'You have no future, nor have you no past. You are nothing but my tool, and for that, you should be grateful for living'
She panted breathlessly as she gasped for air.
"…I heard of what you do to the male superiors above you, of how you got where you are now. I know of some reasons why Cyrus has a liking to you so much…Commander Celeste." He spoke, saying her name with a touch of soiled dignity.
'That's not true...' She thought to herself in a meek whisper. Tears formed in her eyes.
'That's not why Cyrus keeps me around…not the main reason anyway…'
The sound of water rushing against hard steel swarmed her ears and figured the vessel has already submerged underwater and heading towards Galactic's private headquarters located off the shores of Celumina, on a private uncharted island.
Her fists clenched as she stood up, trying her best to regain her composure.
She would have too, or she would just succumb to her pain again.
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The Galactic Headquarters.
One of the largest head quarters of the team that they own. Unlike the one in Veilstone, they do not need to hide undercover, for they were on a uncharted island and there was no one around to even hide anything.
The large building was huge, taking up nearly half the island and its resources. Whether it was the main building, or the other small facilities around it. The steel and metal were so enormous in growth and density, that not a single pokemon inhabited this said island.
And if any where found, well, let's just say the headquarters used them to their full advantage.
Inside this headquarters laid many rooms, buildings, labs, and anything of the same sort involving science and creation. The labs for pokemon research, the offices, the construction, and of course, The Project.
The lowest floors were dedicated to the grunts and their labor, the middle to the scientists and their studies, and of course, the upper floors strictly for the elite scientists, commanders, and Master Cyrus himself.
Anyone breaking these rules where taken care off.
Permanently.
And in this complex system, inside a large executive office, on the upper floor, two female commanders sat and discussed.
"Plans are going as predicted, looks like Celeste was able to reel in another one." A Red-headed bobbed woman known as Mars said, fiddling with her large hoop-skirt uniform.
"Ah, and in record time." Jupiter admired as she looked over a couple of records in her hands. She ran a hand through her purple hair, not even bothering to touch the large piece sticking out on top. Her uniform, unlike Mars, was simple and almost manly, no skirt involved.
"Well, she has been here the longest. Even longer than Saturn." Mars murmured, awed. "There is no doubt she knows what she's doing."
Jupiter pondered for a moment before looking at her fellow commander "How long…exactly? She's merely 25 years old and-"
Just then, The Lieutenant Commander Saturn entered and approached the two commanders. "Commander Celeste and crew will be here in a matter of hours, be at the docks by dusk to present yourself."
Jupiter and Mars both nodded, before Mars smirked. "You are looking forward to her arrival?" She added suggestively as Saturn turned towards the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned towards her and made no expression and left without a word, or denial.
Jupiter and Mars both snickered.
Commander Celeste was the finest commander they have ever seen. The female grunts admired her skills while the male grunts admired her beauty. Her long evergreen hair and emerald eyes seemed to be a gift from the legendaries themselves and her amazing wit and skill could just leave anyone breathless.
And Master Cyrus?
Well no one knows for sure really what he favors in her, except the elite in Galactic HQ.
He neither admires her skill, or beauty.
He admires one thing only one thing about her.
And that is something that no one ever speaks of.
Especially Around Celeste.
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Short, eh? Sorry but I really want to post this up. I'm going to work on the rest tomorrow xD I have off from school! YAY!
So, it's finally revealed! The mysterious woman is Commander Celeste...Does she seem familiar? (cough) (hint) (cough) And yeah, I totally sexied up Damar a lot since I thought of something cool with him to do in the story and his regular appearance wouldn't fit. But hey, it's for the better, right? Lol (winks)
Well, the next chapter is mainly gonna focus on Team Galactic and their main plains, and how it involves Dawn, Paul, and Sakura. OH! Suspense!
I'm so tired! I'm going to go to bed now, and maybe see a lot of reviews when I wake up? xD
Until Next Time!