Story Notes:
I've been a writer for a long time, and this was my first fiction I've published since I decided to stop lurking in the world of furries. I got the idea from some Dungeons & Dragons games I've played with friends, trying to establish some Pokemon rules for it. I had a neato character idea once, and I adapted him into Draco.
Chapter 5: History Lesson
OF DRAGON DESCENT
Chapter 5: History Lesson
Pokemon Fan Fic
By: Scy Storm
ssbs.furrynet.com
Boat security gets a little annoyed at the disappearance of the Rockets. One of the officers speaks up. "We had them!"
Draco grabs his scabbard and sheathes his sword. "No, you wouldn't have gotten them." He says.
Jules recalls Magneton and Mightyena. "I expected them to have some escape plan." He adds.
"Oh, do you just have to be a buzzkill, you guys?" Another officer says.
"No, they're right. It's no big deal. However," The chief officer says, then glancing at Draco, "are you okay?"
Draco looks at him with a glare, his face showing the wear and tear from his fight with Jonathon. "I'll live." He answers.
The chief nods. "Very well. Our job is done, let us be gone." He states.
The officers and security file back into the elevator. On the other side of the room, the little Scyther continues trying to rouse his father. Draco grabs 3 Pokeballs and approaches them. As he does, Rokyl comes to. He slowly begins rising. The golden Scizor helps him up. Roykl seems glad that she and the little one are still there. Draco walks up. "No worries, Rokyl. You did fine. As for you two, it's not safe for you to be out anymore."
He returns the 3 to their Pokeballs. He then looks back at Jules, who sets two Pokeballs into the healing machine. "Hey, stick this one in there, too." Draco shouts, tossing him Rokyl's Pokeball.
Jules catches it, sets it in the machine, and activates it. Draco walks back over to one of the computers, and begins a Pokeball transfer. Jules looks at him for a moment. "So just what happened here, man?" Jules asks.
Draco sighs. "Calcos here destroyed some Rockets. That's what happened." He says, looking at his Sceptile.
"You know that's not what I mean."
"Well, you were part of it. Make your own conclusions."
"I can't. All I know is I just got destroyed by a Flygon that wasn't taking orders from it's Team Rocket master. And that whole conversation with you..."
"Yes yes yes, I know..."
"You know each other by name. What's the deal?"
"We're old acquaintances..."
Jules crosses his arms. "I don't buy that. That was way too personal."
Draco looks over to Jules, and then looks back at the computer and sighs. "He's my brother."
"I had a feeling he was. Hmm... Jonathon Redfield, I presume."
Draco slams his fist on the table. "Don't say that!!"
"And just what is wrong with that?"
Draco grabs 2 Pokeballs that just materialized. "I'd rather not hear that name at this moment."
"You obviously didn't like to hear your own either."
Draco gives Jules a glare, but says nothing. He walks over to his Pokeball belt and puts it on, loading up those 2 Pokeballs to it. "So what is the deal here, man? I'm confused." Jules says.
"Well don't ask the wrong question, if you ask any at all."
Jules shrugs. "Why do you fight the same?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Pokemon don't take your orders. They fight themselves."
"It's just how we've trained them. We both did it. Of course, he copied it from me, but that's beside the point..."
"Is that what went wrong with Skyfire?"
Draco clenches his fists. "Don't bring him up."
"I want to know! I saw what that Charizard did at Olivine!"
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!!"
Draco sits down on the couch, facing away from Jules. Jules says nothing for a moment. He hesitates trying to ask another question, but finally spits it out. "Why... Why did he say you should know that feeling?"
Draco sits there, his eyes closed. He says nothing for a moment. "We... We were both Rockets."
Jules goes wide-eyed. "YOU were a Rocket? ..... But you know, that makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it..."
"I suppose it does."
"Why on Earth were you a Rocket?"
"We were rebels. We didn't wish to follow our family heritage, so we joined Team Rocket out of spite."
"So what happened?"
FLASHBACK - Team Rocket Hideout, 10 Years Before
Mid-afternoon looms over the hidden base of operations of Team Rocket. Several Grunts await orders, as the prized members Brian and Jonathon come inside, having completed a mission. A few Grunts clap. "Men of the hour! How does it feel?" One says.
"Oh shutup, Davie." Says another.
Brian and Jonathon ignore the group as they walk through the room to a door on the other side. "Hey, come on, we're just trying to congratulate you. We've gotten the news." The first one states.
"Yeah, and it's a shame we're still considered Grunts down here with you slack-offs." Jonathon snaps back.
"Oh! You got me there! Good one!" Says the Grunt, with obvious sarcasm.
Jon closes the door behind him. "Yeah, shame I wasn't joking, you moron..." He says.
Jon then looks over toward Brian, who is loading up his Pokeballs into a healing machine. "You've been awfully quiet." He states.
Brian activates the healer and sits down, looking at nothing. Jon sets down a bag full of Pokeballs and stands over Brian. "Come on. What the hell is up?"
"We just robbed a Pokemon convention..." Brian says, without even looking at Jon.
"So?"
Brian just sighs, and continues staring at nothing. "Wait, this isn't about that again, is it?" Jon asks.
Brian glances up toward Jon for a moment, before looking over at the healing machine. "For fuck sake Brian, what the hell is with this change of thinking?"
"I am just not liking this at all."
"Damnit, you're a Rocket, you're not supposed to care!"
Brian leaps to his feet and looks Jon straight in the face. "Well I DO care. How can we go about stealing Pokemon and enslaving them while we care for our own at the same time?"
"They're not our friends we care for, they are our pets. Our tools. Our servants."
"Well that's NOT how it's supposed to be! I didn't join this organization to bring hell upon everything!"
The machine next to them sounds off, and Brian looks at it. His Pokemon are done healing, having not been very injured. He grabs the Pokeballs and begins to walk toward an elevator. "Yes you did. That's the precise reason." Jon says.
"It is NOT."
"We're going against our family's beliefs and YOU know it!"
Brian turns back. "Only in one way, and that is with the Pokemon we have chosen. Using Pokemon like they were puppets is going overboard!"
"No it's not, because that is what they are! Open your eyes!"
"YOU open your fucking eyes, Jonathon! You know this is not what our family would have wanted!"
"They wouldn't care if we DIED!"
The two, both red with anger, glare at each other. The elevator rings, the door opening. Brian turns his head away from Jon and walks into the elevator, not turning around. The door closes. Jonathon places some of his own Pokeballs in the machine and sits down, losing himself in thought.
END FLASHBACK
"Wow..." Jules says.
"Yes. That was pretty much it right there..." Draco states.
"What did you do afterward?"
"I took all the stolen Pokemon back to the police station and left them there. Then I pretty much disappeared without a trace..."
"And changed your name, it seems."
Draco, now standing, turns toward Jules. "I never changed it. I just don't go by it."
"I've heard your last name before... I just don't remember where."
"It doesn't matter. You should just forget it."
Jules shrugs. "Well... I still have one question left..."
"And what is that?"
"Just what was your family tradition?"
Before Draco can say anything, the intercom of the ship turns on. "Attention passengers. We'll be docking in Slateport City very shortly. All are to report to the concert hall for passage off."
"Wait a minute... Slateport City?" Jules asks.
"Yes. It's the main port city of Hoenn." Draco says, putting on his trenchcoat.
"Oh no! I thought this boat was going to Kanto!"
"Well... That can't be good."
Jules puts his hands on his head and paces back and forth. "This is not good, this is not good..."
"It's happened to me before too."
"Yeah, but... I'm prepared for Kanto! I have maps and a guide and... I am doomed..."
Draco sighs. "Okay, cut it out. You can travel with me, if you wish."
Jules stops pacing and looks over to Draco. "... Really?"
"I can't just let you wander around aimlessly on a continent. It's no skin off my back."
Jules lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Calcos, return." Draco says, calling his Sceptile back to his Pokeball and putting it on his belt.
Jules sticks all his Pokeballs on his belt, and tosses Rokyl's Pokeball to Draco. "Let me grab my backpack out of my room and I'm set."
Draco says nothing, and grabs his own backpack. The two activate and step into the elevator, the lights of the room turning off as the door to it closes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pokemon and Cities/Locations all Copyright © Nintendo & Game Freak
Characters/Locations used without permission
~ Scy
Chapter 5: History Lesson
Pokemon Fan Fic
By: Scy Storm
ssbs.furrynet.com
Boat security gets a little annoyed at the disappearance of the Rockets. One of the officers speaks up. "We had them!"
Draco grabs his scabbard and sheathes his sword. "No, you wouldn't have gotten them." He says.
Jules recalls Magneton and Mightyena. "I expected them to have some escape plan." He adds.
"Oh, do you just have to be a buzzkill, you guys?" Another officer says.
"No, they're right. It's no big deal. However," The chief officer says, then glancing at Draco, "are you okay?"
Draco looks at him with a glare, his face showing the wear and tear from his fight with Jonathon. "I'll live." He answers.
The chief nods. "Very well. Our job is done, let us be gone." He states.
The officers and security file back into the elevator. On the other side of the room, the little Scyther continues trying to rouse his father. Draco grabs 3 Pokeballs and approaches them. As he does, Rokyl comes to. He slowly begins rising. The golden Scizor helps him up. Roykl seems glad that she and the little one are still there. Draco walks up. "No worries, Rokyl. You did fine. As for you two, it's not safe for you to be out anymore."
He returns the 3 to their Pokeballs. He then looks back at Jules, who sets two Pokeballs into the healing machine. "Hey, stick this one in there, too." Draco shouts, tossing him Rokyl's Pokeball.
Jules catches it, sets it in the machine, and activates it. Draco walks back over to one of the computers, and begins a Pokeball transfer. Jules looks at him for a moment. "So just what happened here, man?" Jules asks.
Draco sighs. "Calcos here destroyed some Rockets. That's what happened." He says, looking at his Sceptile.
"You know that's not what I mean."
"Well, you were part of it. Make your own conclusions."
"I can't. All I know is I just got destroyed by a Flygon that wasn't taking orders from it's Team Rocket master. And that whole conversation with you..."
"Yes yes yes, I know..."
"You know each other by name. What's the deal?"
"We're old acquaintances..."
Jules crosses his arms. "I don't buy that. That was way too personal."
Draco looks over to Jules, and then looks back at the computer and sighs. "He's my brother."
"I had a feeling he was. Hmm... Jonathon Redfield, I presume."
Draco slams his fist on the table. "Don't say that!!"
"And just what is wrong with that?"
Draco grabs 2 Pokeballs that just materialized. "I'd rather not hear that name at this moment."
"You obviously didn't like to hear your own either."
Draco gives Jules a glare, but says nothing. He walks over to his Pokeball belt and puts it on, loading up those 2 Pokeballs to it. "So what is the deal here, man? I'm confused." Jules says.
"Well don't ask the wrong question, if you ask any at all."
Jules shrugs. "Why do you fight the same?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Pokemon don't take your orders. They fight themselves."
"It's just how we've trained them. We both did it. Of course, he copied it from me, but that's beside the point..."
"Is that what went wrong with Skyfire?"
Draco clenches his fists. "Don't bring him up."
"I want to know! I saw what that Charizard did at Olivine!"
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!!"
Draco sits down on the couch, facing away from Jules. Jules says nothing for a moment. He hesitates trying to ask another question, but finally spits it out. "Why... Why did he say you should know that feeling?"
Draco sits there, his eyes closed. He says nothing for a moment. "We... We were both Rockets."
Jules goes wide-eyed. "YOU were a Rocket? ..... But you know, that makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it..."
"I suppose it does."
"Why on Earth were you a Rocket?"
"We were rebels. We didn't wish to follow our family heritage, so we joined Team Rocket out of spite."
"So what happened?"
FLASHBACK - Team Rocket Hideout, 10 Years Before
Mid-afternoon looms over the hidden base of operations of Team Rocket. Several Grunts await orders, as the prized members Brian and Jonathon come inside, having completed a mission. A few Grunts clap. "Men of the hour! How does it feel?" One says.
"Oh shutup, Davie." Says another.
Brian and Jonathon ignore the group as they walk through the room to a door on the other side. "Hey, come on, we're just trying to congratulate you. We've gotten the news." The first one states.
"Yeah, and it's a shame we're still considered Grunts down here with you slack-offs." Jonathon snaps back.
"Oh! You got me there! Good one!" Says the Grunt, with obvious sarcasm.
Jon closes the door behind him. "Yeah, shame I wasn't joking, you moron..." He says.
Jon then looks over toward Brian, who is loading up his Pokeballs into a healing machine. "You've been awfully quiet." He states.
Brian activates the healer and sits down, looking at nothing. Jon sets down a bag full of Pokeballs and stands over Brian. "Come on. What the hell is up?"
"We just robbed a Pokemon convention..." Brian says, without even looking at Jon.
"So?"
Brian just sighs, and continues staring at nothing. "Wait, this isn't about that again, is it?" Jon asks.
Brian glances up toward Jon for a moment, before looking over at the healing machine. "For fuck sake Brian, what the hell is with this change of thinking?"
"I am just not liking this at all."
"Damnit, you're a Rocket, you're not supposed to care!"
Brian leaps to his feet and looks Jon straight in the face. "Well I DO care. How can we go about stealing Pokemon and enslaving them while we care for our own at the same time?"
"They're not our friends we care for, they are our pets. Our tools. Our servants."
"Well that's NOT how it's supposed to be! I didn't join this organization to bring hell upon everything!"
The machine next to them sounds off, and Brian looks at it. His Pokemon are done healing, having not been very injured. He grabs the Pokeballs and begins to walk toward an elevator. "Yes you did. That's the precise reason." Jon says.
"It is NOT."
"We're going against our family's beliefs and YOU know it!"
Brian turns back. "Only in one way, and that is with the Pokemon we have chosen. Using Pokemon like they were puppets is going overboard!"
"No it's not, because that is what they are! Open your eyes!"
"YOU open your fucking eyes, Jonathon! You know this is not what our family would have wanted!"
"They wouldn't care if we DIED!"
The two, both red with anger, glare at each other. The elevator rings, the door opening. Brian turns his head away from Jon and walks into the elevator, not turning around. The door closes. Jonathon places some of his own Pokeballs in the machine and sits down, losing himself in thought.
END FLASHBACK
"Wow..." Jules says.
"Yes. That was pretty much it right there..." Draco states.
"What did you do afterward?"
"I took all the stolen Pokemon back to the police station and left them there. Then I pretty much disappeared without a trace..."
"And changed your name, it seems."
Draco, now standing, turns toward Jules. "I never changed it. I just don't go by it."
"I've heard your last name before... I just don't remember where."
"It doesn't matter. You should just forget it."
Jules shrugs. "Well... I still have one question left..."
"And what is that?"
"Just what was your family tradition?"
Before Draco can say anything, the intercom of the ship turns on. "Attention passengers. We'll be docking in Slateport City very shortly. All are to report to the concert hall for passage off."
"Wait a minute... Slateport City?" Jules asks.
"Yes. It's the main port city of Hoenn." Draco says, putting on his trenchcoat.
"Oh no! I thought this boat was going to Kanto!"
"Well... That can't be good."
Jules puts his hands on his head and paces back and forth. "This is not good, this is not good..."
"It's happened to me before too."
"Yeah, but... I'm prepared for Kanto! I have maps and a guide and... I am doomed..."
Draco sighs. "Okay, cut it out. You can travel with me, if you wish."
Jules stops pacing and looks over to Draco. "... Really?"
"I can't just let you wander around aimlessly on a continent. It's no skin off my back."
Jules lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Calcos, return." Draco says, calling his Sceptile back to his Pokeball and putting it on his belt.
Jules sticks all his Pokeballs on his belt, and tosses Rokyl's Pokeball to Draco. "Let me grab my backpack out of my room and I'm set."
Draco says nothing, and grabs his own backpack. The two activate and step into the elevator, the lights of the room turning off as the door to it closes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pokemon and Cities/Locations all Copyright © Nintendo & Game Freak
Characters/Locations used without permission
~ Scy