From: Lifegiver <astevens@pacific.telebyte.com> Subject: [PW!] [REPOST] 'Exile' and 'Mystery' Date: Friday, February 11, 2000 2:49 PM Hi all, I've decided to combine my first two PW segs into one post so y'all can 'catch up'. My third segment is coming soon. Enjoy. One small world, our own, hung in the void, the only of it's star's system to support life. Though there was some speculation on this world on life on other distant spheres, for the most part this race believed itself alone in the universe. How little do they know. * * * Unknown to those who simply look in the sky, a smaller moon orbited Earth. It's odd shape shone like a jewel in the heavens. Inside, a squat form reclined in it's chair, strange wires dangling from the ceiling and touched his head. Nearby a small box sat. He kept glancing at this box as he recieved info from the database. Inside were the very things which had him going to many worlds. His very purpose. He then closed his eyes and contemplated. This was the third world that not only had Pokemon, but a culture dedicated to thier use. It also seemed the richest, more than even B'hacka. He would have quite a time..... The wires retreated from his head and he stood up, ready to start the second part of his alterations to walk among the native when all of a sudden the ship lurched and he was pitched forward, knocking him out instantly. Then the ship tumbled down towards the Earth, joining the meteor that hit it as a shooting star. * * * He opened his eyes and blinked. 'What happened' he thought to himself as he saw the night sky surrounded by some kind of darkness. He blinked again and he realized that he was still in the ship, but now there was a hole in the ceiling. Or was it a wall? He could not know as the ship seemed tumbled about. How did he survive he did not know. As he tried to stand he saw something that chilled his blood. The box was smashed almost beyond recognition by a jagged chunk of metal. What was left, shards of metal and crystal, were scattered around the cockpit. He picked up the largest shard of crystal, which looked like it was once part of a sphere as what happened sunk in. Then he let out a howl of mourning as he realized his loss. His Pokemon were gone forever, and he was cut off from the storage on his world. Suddenly, he realized that he never completed his assimilation process. He still had his true form, not that of a human. And he knew he must leave before anyone found him. Taking a smaller bit of debris, he smashed the glass at the front of the ship then crawled out, the jagged edges scraping his carapace. He then looked around. He was near the shore, debris from the crash littering the shore. Not far was a forest. He jumped off the ship and ran to the cover of the trees, not looking back. He knew he needed to start over..... He walked away from the shore into the welcoming darkness of the woods, eyes darting about for danger. But the only ones that saw him were a few wild Pokemon. Shortly he saw a house, and was fearful, because he knew about the natives' attitudes about those who are diffrent. He stayed in the bushes while he crept closer, hoping to scavenge from whatever trash they might have for a disguise. But as he crawled closer, he noted the absolute silence of the house. Then he saw the condition of the house. It was obvious that no-one has lived in this two-story for years. Vines wove thier way through the porch as if they were striving to hold it up, while pale yellow paint was flaking from it's sides. As he looked through one of the windows, which still had slate-blue curtains, he saw the furniture in the living room was covered with white sheets, as if the owner of the house expected to return. Finding the back door unlocked, he walked in. As he explored, it was obvious he was right about no-one being home. The dust was thick, raising small clouds whenever the slightest movement of air hit. The rising sun shone through the smeared windows. He stepped into the kitchen and found several cans. Looking at the labels, he guessed they may be useful and put then in his sack. He then went upstairs, and then a thought crossed his mind. Even though the house had all the furniture that was normal for a house like this, there were no signs of who once lived here, no pictures, no trinkets, nothing. Who lived here? Where did they go? Why did they not return? Such were the thoughts as he entered what seems to be the bedroom, as it had a dust-covered bed. Realizing he needed a disguise, he looked in the closet and saw that it was empty save for a large round box in the corner. He pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a dark blue broad-brimmed hat of a odd design. He took it out of the box and examined it. He could not tell how old this hat was, but it looked like it was made out of felt. He put it on then went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. The hat seemed to fit him perfectly, shading his face almost completely. Just one problem though. While his face was hidden, his near-cockroach like body was still exposed to the world, his sash hiding nothing. 'This is not good' he thought to himself. Suddenly, he had a idea. Running downstairs, he grabbed one of the curtains and pulled it down, taking the rod with it. After grumbling a bit, he unsheathed one claw and cut the cloth away from the rod. After wrapping himself with it, he went back to the mirror to see how he looked. What faced him in the mirror was a cloaked figure with only his eyes showing. Satisfied with that look, he crouched down and went to sleep. * * * At dawn, he woke up and realized that he slept a whole day. At first, he panicked. Then he realized the isolation of the house. However, he wasted no time in leaving. After awhile, he reached a road and walked alongside it, ignoring the occasional vehicle that drove by. Soon he came to a sign saying that he was near Pallet. He racked his mind, trying to remember why this town was so important. Shrugging, he continued towards the town... Lifegiver Points so far: 15 "You haven't kill-filed WebTV, have you?" points 65536 Lucky-Clover Points