From: Jose L. Solano (email@example.com)
Subject: [PW!] From the Depths
Date: 2000-09-03 15:00:59 PST
Pokewars: Trent Retwin
"From the Depths"
Jose L. Solano
"Yeah," Trent responded over the headset. "I'm near the control room. Do you
"Yes, he's safe with me. I'm in the cell."
"Alright, good. Go down the hallway opposite of where you came and get into
"I thought he only had one submarine."
"Yeah, so did I, but he has it there waiting for him. Anyway, keep your
rifle handy, as soon as you're there some guards might come after you. Anyway,
I'd better go, I can hear Lynch from here." Trent moved closer to the door and
"Ah, perfect. All systems operational," Lynch said. "We'll need a test
subject. You can come in now, Retwin."
"You can't hide from me, I know you're right outside. Come on in." The doors
opened. Lynch as standing behind a console while Dr. Spencer adjusted a few
settings on a smaller device.
"How did you...?"
"Dr. Spencer alerted me. You got here just in time, too. Meet our newest
ally..." Ashura was raised out of the floor on an elevated platform. He wore
shiny army connected to a ceiling-mounted machine.
"What have you done to him?"
"All in due time, Retwin." Lynch adjusted his monocle. Not that he needed
it, he just wore it for traditional reasons, even if it did make him look like
a generic movie villain. "Now then, how about we head to the training room?"
Two Scythers appeared through the door, both holding their blades up, within
the range of Trent's neck. Lynch and Dr. Spencer began to walk down the
hallway, followed by Ashura, Trent and the Scythers. As they entered the
training room, several guards in the firing range put their weapons down and
moved to the side. Ashura made his way to the center of the large room,
followed by Trent. Dr. Spencer handed a remote control to Lynch.
"Ah, good, so you did build it. Excellent work, Dr. Spencer. Well, Retwin,
this is it. Just you and your Sandslash. We'll see how well under your control
he is now!" Lynch pressed a button, but nothing happened. He pressed it a few
times before giving up.
"Oh, whoops, that's the TV remote. Here's the real one..." Dr. Spencer
handed Lynch a somewhat bulkier device. He pressed a button.
"Ashura activated," said a mechanical voice through speakers on Ashura's
helmet. "Ashura awaits orders."
"Ashura, do you remember this man?" Lynch asked.
"Ashura remembers this human. Ian Retwin, six foot five inches, one-hundred
and seventy pounds. Brown hair, red eyes. Trainer and friend to Ashura. Known
aliases: Trent. Known for murderous acts." Lynch quickly pressed a button.
"Error. Ashura does not have data on this human. Ashura has confirmed human as
enemy. Enemy must be eliminated."
"What?!" Trent yelled.
"Ashura has identified human as a threat to Mr. Lynch. Ashura must protect
Mr. Lynch- Priority One." Ashura lunged at Trent, nearly slashing his head off.
"As you can see, Retwin, your Sandslash now obeys my commands and my
"Ashura must eliminate enemy."
"Ashura, no! Why don't you remember me?!"
"Ashura must eliminate enemy." Ashura rolled along the floor, tripping
Trent. Trent quickly rolled out of the way as Ashura jumped at him. Lynch
pressed a few more buttons.
"Ashura has recieved an upgrade. Speed has increased by forty percent.
Strength has increased by twenty percent. Agility has increased by twelve
percent." Ashura pounced on Trent, ready to deliver a blow to the chest, but
was kicked off. Ashura rolled as he landed and quickly stood up.
"Dammit, Ashura! How can you let him do this to you?!"
"Ashura resents vulgar language."
"Alright then, Ashura. If you're going to be like this, I have no choice but
to kill you."
"Ashura does not believe enemy will deactivate Ashura. Enemy will cease
functioning before Ashura." Trent quickly kicked Ashura in the head, leaving a
large dent on his silver helmet.
"Ashura... malfunctioning... shutting down systems." Ashura dropped to the
ground. Lynch's eyes were wide open in surprise. Before he could do anything,
Trent grabbed him by the throat and took the remote control.
In a desperate attempt to free his boss, Dr. Spencer pulled out a pistol,
which Trent promptly kicked out of his hands. Trent stuck the remote into a
pocket in his trenchcoat and pulled out the pistol he had stolen from Gohan.
"What?! How did you hide that?!" Lynch yelled.
"Easy, your guards didn't check. You really need to get troops who've passed
the sixth grade." Trent put the barrel against Lynch's forehead. "Alright,
everyone out or you'll have some cleaning to do."
Dr. Spencer and the trainees reluctantly walked out of the training room.
Trent pulled the gun away from Lynch's forehead and released him. Lynch could
easily get away, but Trent still had the pistol handy.
"So, we're about even now, aren't we?" Lynch nervously said.
"Even? Hardly. Give me the monocle."
"Why do you want my monocle?"
"Do it!" Lynch handed his monocle to Trent. Unaccustomed to having both eyes
free, Lynch felt more than a little strange. Trent dropped the monocle and
stomped it with his foot. "That's done. Now I just want you to do one more
"Look into my eyes." Lynch reluctantly looked at Trent's red, evil eyes.
Lynch was more than a little uneasy. Withing seconds, Trent's entire eyes
became red, as did Lynch's. Lynch flew back as if he had been hit by a charging
Tauros. Trent's eyes returned to normal, but Lynch's remained red.
"What... what have you done to me?"
"The Confusion. Just a trick I picked up from my old... 'boss'. I was going
to use it on somebody else, but I think you'll do just fine."
"What will happen to me?!"
"A quick and very painful death. I've just used your own evil thoughts
against you. You'll find out soon enough why it's called Confusion." Trent was
a bit weakened from using the technique, but still managed to pick Ashura up
and exit the training room. As he took off down the hallway, Lynch began to
grow paranoid as he heard whispers of his own voice, quoting him on his past
Lynch's vision went black as a sinister laugh filled his head. He staggered
around towards the control room, not sure what was going on, as his nerves
began to feel excruciating pain that wasn't even there. He reached around,
hoping to find something to hold on to, but only manage to press random
switches. The base's power was cut off and it had been set to
self-destruct.Unable to stand the pain and quickly going insane, Lynch dropped
back down to the ground and clutched his own head. With a final scream of
agony, Lynch ceased to live.
Trent made it to the docking bay and found Lynch's bathysphere. Katherine
and Nicholas were already inside. While the bathysphere only had two seats,
Katherine held her son in her arms and Ashura lay in Trent's lap. Trent took
the controls of the bathysphere and navigated through the water.
"How is he?" Trent asked.
"What? Oh, Nicky's fine. He just needed his mother."
"Are you alright?"
"I'm... physically unhurt. Emotionally, I'm not sure. I... I killed Red
"You shouldn't feel bad. You were just trying to protect Nicholas."
"I know, but I'll be gone in a few days, and this won't look good on my
"What, you're afraid you won't be allowed into heaven, Kate?"
"Well... yes. I may go to hell, who knows. But that doesn't matter. All that
matters is that Nicky is safe." The bathysphere continued in the direction of
Cinnibar Island as the Syndicate base exploded, killing every person inside.
The ruins slowly drifted into the darkness of the ocean floor. With the base,
the Syndicate was finally gone.