From: Jedah, AKA real life Hayama Akito (TeamRocket@Jedah.force9.nospam.net) Subject: [PW!] Because Dr. Proctor is just so cool. And, a revelation. (Akito, Nisemon) Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/13 "We have an incoming airborne... but its a Pokemon." "Confirmed, an Aerodactyl." "Must be Akito. Prepare for arrival." The helipad was cleared for Akito to descend. Hopping off Aerodactyl, he returned it to it's Pokeball, and headed inside, the unconscious Nisemon strung over his shoulders. "Akito, what is your status?" shouted one of the Rocket Techs. "Didn't feel like wearing a disguise just to enter a Pokemon Centre, so I came home. 4 Pokemon for rejuvenation," he tossed his four Pokeballs to the man, "and these two are for capture quota," he hurled the captured Bulbasaur and Pikachu to a different staff member. "Akito, Giovanni requests you meet with him immediately. He monitored your arrival, and... and who is that?" The messenger was obviously making reference to Nisemon... "Don't know. But they need medical attention." "Non-Rocket staff don't get to use our facilities, you know that. In fact, the very fact you brought him in here probably means his execution." "It's my problem. I'll deal with it." Akito headed down the corridors that led to Giovanni's office. Why indeed, he thought to himself. Why couldn't he have just left the idiot lying in the Safari Zone? But that was the hook - HE didn't try and save Nisemon. Aerodactyl had been acting funny around him, and Akito was one of those kids who could never dismiss an occurence without knowing WHY it happened. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was of fundamental importance. Maybe he thought too much. "Akito," Giovanni greeted Akito as soon as the double doors open, "I have been waiting for your return. I have a j- who is that?" "Sir, I believe his name is Nisemon. I met him in the Safari Zone. His behaviour was.... odd. I do not know why, but my Aerodactyl decided to rescue him from the wardens." "So he is not a potential recruit?" "Not unless Team Rocket standards have declined 200%." "You FOOL! NO-ONE may visit Team Rocket Headquarters without clearance! By bringing him here, you have jeapordised our security!" "The guy is unconscious. Maybe comatose. Even awake, he'd only be an annoyance, not a risk." Giovanni gritted his teeth. Despite Akito's loyal service, sometimes he was a pain in the ass. "Be very careful when flaunting your priveleges, Akito. By standard regulation, your friend should be imprisoned at the very least." Giovanni's Persian strolled around the desk, scowling at Akito. He looked at it with disgust. "That's why I brought him with me. In an organisation of thieves and crooks, I wouldn't trust leaving him with anyone." "Heh," Giovanni laughed a little, "never mind any of this. I have an assignment for you. I want you to lead a Team Rocket expedition to Mount Moon. I require more quantities of Moon Stone." "Sir, hasn't that been tried before?" "Yes. But our scientists require more for their investigations into duplicating them. Our supply is practically used up. This assignment is to be a hit and run though, so I need agents who have the means to fly." "Correct me if I am wrong, but aren't we tragically short of Pidgeottos and the like?" "Yes. However they will be backed up by some ground troops, carried by our airship division." "When." "In two days." "Alright. I'll be back then." Not waiting to hear more, Akito left. He didn't like being drafed into assignments, preferring to move about by his own free will. But now his thought dwelled on the mission - specifically, whether She would be there... "Akito, your Pokemon are back to full strength." "Thanks." He clipped the Pokeballs to his belt and headed for the helipad. For some reaon, he felt compelled to get Nisemon to a hospital. Solve the mystery. One quick stop at the quartermaster later, he was on the rooftop. "Aerodactyl, go." He threw out a Pokeball and Aerodactyl appeared, it's screeches causing nearby staff to flinch. "Onward, Aero." Stood on it's back, with Nisemon lay across it also, Akito goaded the Aerodactyl skywards, then rapidly departed the headquarters. -------------------------- "Doctor Proctor, you have a patient." "Eugh.... I thought I was off duty." Doctor Proctor's cheerful nature was disrupted when a hand grabbed his collar and dragged him over his desk, bringing him face to face with Akito (who was dressed in civilian clothes). "You have quite the reputation in the medical world - hell, you even have some fame as a Pokemon doctor, superglue not withstanding. But let's get two things straight. 1. I am not a girl, but I expect your co-operation regardless. 2. I have a patient who needs immediate attention. Give it to them." He pointed to Nisemon who he had propped on a waiting room chair. "Hands off ythe material!" Proctor pushed Akito's arm away. "It's my duty as a doctor to help people, y'know. No need to use muscle." "It's my style. Besides, word has it you only help pretty young girls. Pervert." "Uh, well, I, uh, uhm.... let's take your friend to the ward." --------------------------- Bored, Akito sat in the hospital waiting room, wondering why he had even stayed. He could just get up and leave. A boy was playing with his Growlithe on the floor. "You're just the best aren't you boy? Aren't you?" "Ruff ruff!" Akito subconsciously reached for a Pokeball. Well, the opportunity for an easy capture was there, might as well. "Excuse me, Mr. Purple hair," Aktio was put off his plan by Proctor calling around the corner, "you can see the patient now..." Nisemon had been hooked up to various support machines, and bandaged up around the midsection. "Your friend had some rather nasty internal bleeding there, but I did manage to stabilise it..." "Please say you didn't glue it." "...no.... but there were a few.... complications." "Meaning?" "Uhm, well, this patient isn't quite as regular as you might expect." "Meaning?" "See for yourself. On a hunch, I tried this out. I had to modify this a little.... but..." Proctor handed Akito a Pokedex. "Uhhh..." he pointed it at Nisemon, who was starting to come to his senses. "Ditto. A Transform Pokemon. It is capable of copying an enemy's genetic code to instantly transform itself into a duplicate of the enemy." "A... POKEMON?" TBC...