From: Maria Rocket (mobius101@aol.compactpika) Subject: [PW!] First Teleport, Awww... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/28 >"So, now what?" > >Maria was about to answer, but Mimic beat her to it. "Mimic and Maria >think of maybe kill Estro for telling Giovanni everything. But since >Estro warn about Global Police, will probably settle for repeat of >earlier. Maria?" > >She blinked once, not taking much time to comprehend what Mimic was >saying, then laid Estro flat with one punch again. > >"Mimic hope that catharitic." > >"Not really." Maria rubbed her fist. "But knowing that the cops will >wake up before he does, and take him in for questioning, is." > >"Wait...Mimic see two cops. Mimic thought were three." > >Maria's hands roughly jerked back, in the grip of the remaining GP >officer. "Now, then-" > >A torpedo with a spinning drill on its nose leapt out of the water and >through the officer's head, flying unimpeded to land on the other side >of the SS Anne. > >Mimic blinked. "Not see that every day." > >Maria massaged her wrists as the body thumped to the deck behind her. >"Something tells me I don't want to know what just happened behind me." > >"Maria right on that. Mimic think this not best place to hide." > >"Hide?" She gestured to the four nonmoving forms. "All we need to do >is get away from these guys for a while." > >"And from Giovanni's goons. Are already on board." > >Maria gulped. "If they're here, we should find Slasher and leave." > >"No. Not yet. Anyone leave ship, easily seen. May make scene, draw >attention. Wait until SS Anne sink and many people leave, or at least >until next port. But find Slasher not bad idea. No want hostages." > >Unnoticed by either of them, a silent alarm from a monitoring implant in >the dead Global Police officer was already summoning reinforcements. *** Meanwhile, below decks... "Psyduck." James waddled through a shadowy hallway. On either side of him were stacks upon stacks of wooden crates. He scratched at one with one orange-yellow feathered claw. Scritch. It hardly made a mark. The Psyduck frowned momentarily, then scrambled to climb it. It took a bit of swinging around, but he finally made it to the top. His beak twitched. He could smell the tuna inside the crates, but it appeared to be as well sealed from above as from below. "Psyyy..." He sighed. Since being separated from Maria during the crowding above deck, he'd been wandering, searching for her. But having made no progress in his search, James was determined to find some food before he starved to nothing but beak and bones. "Duck." He pecked at the top of the crate. All he succeeded in was stubbing his beak on the hard wood. "DUUUCCKKK!!!" He flailed and cried frantically. When no one came to comfort him, he looked around. Then he couldn't remember who he was looking for, and why. And what was he doing on a crate? James blinked, which he didn't do often. "Psyduck?" <I thought you didn't know Amnesia.> "Psy!" James lost a few feathers as he fell off the crate with a thud. He lay on his side for a few moments, his feathers, one claw, and a webbed foot stuck up in the air. Then he noticed a strange crimson and purple flash. James' eyes slowly slid back. It was a jewel. A jewel in the middle of a furry forehead. A Persian with one fang sticking out, and one brow raised was staring down at him. "Siian." <Hey. Long time no see.> "Psy." <Oh. Persian.> James rolled over and pushed himself up on his stubby little arms. There was something he was supposed to do right now... What was it again? James looked up and down. "Duck." <Oh, yeah.> Slasher turned his head curiously. "Sian?" "PSYYYDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCK!!!" James panicked in circles, even circling Slasher, covering the Persian with yellow feathers. <HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPABIGCATGOINGTOEATMEEE!!!> Slasher frowned and sweatdropped. He brought up a paw and swung it down hard on the Psyduck. With a loud thump, James was easily secured on the floor under one paw. "Purrr..." Slasher grumbled. <Some things never change...> James stared blankly at Slasher. He had always been very intelligent, especially among other Psyduck. This cat was big and stupid...he would trick him into letting him go. "Psyduck." <You don't want me. I taste like chicken.> Intelligent alright, intelligent enough to know when he'd said something remarkably stupid. James shut his bill. Oh well...at least he wouldn't have to worry about his headaches anymore. "Purrrsian." Slasher clicked his fangs together. <You idiot. I'm not going to eat you.> James just stared back at him. "Siian. Purrrrrrrrrrsiiian." <It's me, Slasher.> This made James raise his own brow skeptically. "Psyduck Psy." <Now, *that* can't be right...I'm bigger than Slasher. You're too big of a cat. ....Wait, now I remember, I was looking for Maria!> "PSY!" Disregarding Slasher's paw, he hopped onto his feet. He started waddling off. "Duck, duck, duck...?" <Now, I've got to find her, where is she...?> Slasher watched the Psyduck wander away again. "Siiian." <Well...at least I didn't send him into shock. Since Sethie and Aerie have made themselves scarce, I might as well keep an eye on him until I pick up their scents again...> His long curled tail slinking behind him, the Persian lazily made his way after James. *** Under one of the beds in room 151, Slasher was curled up with his tail around himself. Slasher, as in the younger, Meowth version of the Pokemon currently following James around below decks. He was sleeping soundly, happily content in his catnap. Although deep in his kitty dreams, he was aware when the cabin door rattled repeatedly, and finally swung open. He could hear the heavy footsteps enter. For the briefiest of instants, he believed Maria and Mimic had come back. Or possibly the one he only knew as 'dead meat' from something Maria had commented once. Or maybe even those strange, yet friendly Ditto types that opened him a package of fishsticks to keep his mouth shut during their visit. But no... His eyes slitted open. These were different. His fur rose along his back, and his claws gripped the carpet. These were dangerous people, he could feel it. His ears swerved forward as the doorknob to his bedroom creaked, and the door opened. The footsteps were in the room now. And so were the voices. Slasher tried not to bolt from under the bed, afraid to give himself away. Who were they? What were they doing there? Where was Maria? He tensed and untensed nervously at the sound of the loud voices. He grimaced, wondering why some human voices were so grating and difficult to understand. Like most Pokemon who had spent a great deal of time with humans, he had picked up much of their language, although he could not speak it himself. Most Pokemon picked up even further from the body and tonal cues of their trainers, and vice versa. Because of the bonding, most Pokemon and trainers usually only understood each other. Yet, Slasher knew a general variety of words. He could hear the voices speak of things such as "Maria", "Mimic", "capture", "torture", "Rocket", and "kill." Given what he could pick up and the tones, Slasher was very nervous. Then he heard a sliding sound. He peered over and saw a pair of black gloved hands pull a handful of Pokeballs from inside the dresser. Slasher growled low in his throat. Those were Maria's stolen Pokemon! They were stealing them! "MEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWTTTTTHHHH!!!!" "What in the-!?" The head Rocket thug jumped in surprise with the others, but hardly had time to turn to look at what was making the noise. A great blast of lightning exploded between them in a blaze of flashing lights, sending them flying. They were unconscious before the following roar of the Thunder attack ceased, leaving them in a charred and smoking room. No one was awake to see the little Meowth flee the cabin, with stolen Pokeballs held tightly against his back by his curled tail. He ran and ran, knowing that trouble was still behind him. *** In one of the ship's main halls, a rather prominent Brock's Diner was attending a slight crowd as the evening began to pass over the ship. In the vincinity of the brightly lit front counter, a talking Meowth was busy taking orders and screaming them back into the kitchen. At one point a frying pan came flying back at him, but he wasn't fazed at all. During one lull in business, he glanced over towards a corner of the diner where the light was dimmer. His eyes dililated trying to make out the figures huddled in the last booth, hidden from view. He nibbled slightly on end of the little pencil he was using with his order pad. He blinked in surprise as his eyes adjusted. Was that James? Meowth bit his pencil in half. With Maria!? He shook his head. "It's these crazy hours, makin' me crazy," Meowth muttered. "Now I'm seein' things." Just to be sure though, he decided to duck back into the kitchen and check. There, he found....nothing. Meowth looked one way. Meowth looked the other way. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Lemme guess." With a growl, he flung open the adjoining storage closet, and received the expected shrieks of surprise. "Jessie! James! Stop makin' out and get dem behinds back in the kitchen before I use 'em for a scratching post!" Meowth spat, then slammed the door closed again in disgust before stomping out again, still growling. Back outside, Meowth noticed the couple was still sitting in the corner. He turned away and went back to counting his profits. "Well...best leave it be. Probably be trouble, and we gots enough of that bound to come without compoundin' it any." He shook his whiskers momentarily. "Bad enough we was stuck usin' a twerp establishment for a cover!" In the corner, Maria wasn't concerned about who was running the diner at all. Though she had noticed from the moment she and Mimic had entered. One part of her mind was devising multiple ways to destroy Estro in the most painful ways possible. The other part was giving her full attention to cuddling Mimic in the corner while she had him all to herself. Hope yawned in her arms. Well, nearly to herself. The twins had been sleeping since their near capture earlier. She and Mimic had retreated into the main hall to hide among all the people until they could make their next move. "Meowth." Slasher came crawling into the diner, and finally reached their table. He slipped up into one of Maria's larger coat pockets, depositing the stolen Pokeballs. Then there was a telling sound that Slasher had retreated into his own Pokeball. Mimic cringed slightly. "See, Mimic knew Slasher on way...though never understand why want to go in Pokeball." His thought was interrupted by Maria pressing closer against him. For the briefiest of instants, his mind suddenly blanked out entirely, lost in a sea of sensation. And one instant was all it took. "Maria..." Mimic whispered. "Mmm?" "Where twins?" Maria's eyes shot open. "What?" That's when she noticed that Seth and Hope were no longer there. She instantly ducked under the table, searching. "Where are they!? Mimic, did you see who took them?" "No...Mimic not sure were taken... Mimic catch shadow of teleport." Maria popped up from under the table and looked up at him. "Teleport? Who?" Mimic sweatdropped. "Mimic think...twins teleport away." Maria just stared wide eyed at him. "Are you trying to tell me...that two newborns just...*teleported themselves* off somewhere!?" Mimic sweatdropped even more. "Mimic suppose very possible... Twins both see Mimic teleport right after twins born... Learn quickly, now twins try." He attempted to smile, though it was weakly nervous. "Mimic sure is just phase...perhaps literally." Maria popped up and leaned right up against him. "Mimic....*where* did they go!?" The fear was clear in her eyes. "Mimic...not know. Did not even notice until after fact." "Why couldn't I have *normal* kids," Maria wailed. "We have to find them..." Mimic suddenly seized her tightly against him, turning her against the wall. He ducked his head against her ear. "Shh...will find. Stay low now...have...company." He began caressing her back. Slowly, Maria peered over Mimic's shoulder. A small group of burnt up thugs had entered the diner. They were busy talking with Meowth, who was between shouting and cringing. At one point two familiar heads popped out from behind the kitchen door, but immediately retreated again. Maria herself however, was frozen as one of the men turned and looked right at her. Instantly, Mimic turned her face and kissed her deeply. Maria melted, though not literally, and tightened her grip around him, kissing him back passionately, allowing herself some comfort in the midst of her fears. She felt Mimic shudder in response, which made her hold him tighter. She thought she heard footsteps coming closer. "Mmmm..." Mimic could more than hear it too. He pushed her almost a little too hard against the back of the booth, nearly possessing her with his body. Maria's mouth moved harder against his, wildly letting herself go, her hands moving up inside the back of his shirt. She was trembling now, though she couldn't be sure exactly why as she felt the footsteps stop in front of them. #Mimic...# *** Meanwhile, below decks... "Psyduck." James stopped waddling when a strange flash of light appeared before him. "Psy?" It was a few minutes before he knew what he was looking at. Two pairs of wide eyes watched him. "Duck." Then James remembered. These were Maria's hatchlings. "Duck duck." He managed to pick up the squirming bundles, who responded by tugging at his feathers. "Psyyyyy..." James winced. Well, he would have to take them with him. No problem, it probably wouldn't be for long. If the hatchlings were here, then Maria herself must not be too far away. He waddled off with them. "Psyy..." Slasher watched from somewhere above and shook his head. "Siian." This was definitely a situation he would have to keep an eye on. James meanwhile was learning a new definition of pain as the twins used his feathers as pull toys. "Psy yie yiiie..." TBC? ~Maria R "Psy yie yie..." --- http://purplestudio.webjump.com --- "R is for Rrrah...Rrrah...Rocket!" - Meowth --- Rocketshipper Forever! --- TEOTWAWKI