Subject: [PW!][BBB] End of an Era
Date: 06 Apr 2002 21:09:09 GMT
From: email@example.com (Andrusi- Apprentice of Kopaka)
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[PW!][BBB] End of an Era
It doesn't matter now what happens, I will never give up the fight
There is no way I will run away from all of my frights
As long as the voice inside me says go I will always keep on running
There is no way to stop me from going to the very top
It doesn't matter who is wrong and who is right
I have no idea why I typed that out.
The Rockets and their three prisoners semi-marched down one of those long,
dimly lit corridors that one is sure have no purpose besides dramatic effect.
Nori was leading the way, followed by Andrew, the Bomb Ball Bashers, and six
Rocket Grunts (their original escort had left after making some excuse that
loosely translated to "author doesn't want to deal with us"). The
aforementioned corridor actually existed not for the obivous reason of setting
the mood, but for the equally obvious reason of allowing a conversation to take
place with no particular location in the base.
"This is all your fault, you know," Andy said to Enimuram. Andrew rolled his
"...what?" Enimuram was, to be brief, rather surprised by this accusation.
"You're the one who agreed to let Nori be our guide. You're the one who
explained away everything suspicious that happened. And worst of all, you were
supposed to be in charge of tracking Ted Brotlov's appearances, and you should
have noticed he hadn't shown up lately, meaning that something bad must have
already been happening if the stories were even worth posting. How is this
possibly MY fault?"
Andy started to answer, then paused, then thought, then paused again, then
started to answer again, and repeated the cycle five times before he finally
came up with an excuse. "Well, for starters, you were the one who detonated
that Electrode in Giovanni's face and got all of Team Rocket looking for us
back when we were a couple of idiots running around in Kanto with all the dumb
luck in the world."
Andrew, on the other hand, was quicker on the draw. "You also were so paranoid
and quick to accuse everyone of plotting against you that you drove away any
possible form of assistance. Wiping out Voltorbkind is a tough job, you know.
"You also didn't lift a finger to save me from that Murusaki guy," Nori chimed
in. "Otherwise I might have decided not to turn you in."
The Rocket Grunts huddled, and then the most generic of the group stepped
forward. "And we're not sure what else you did or even who you are, but there
must have been something else."
Enimuram stopped. "Did you guys plan this out beforehand?"
Andy sighed. "How'd you know? I thought we made it sound random and--"
Andrew interrupted. "Hold on. I have another plan."
"Really?" Rocket Grunt #2 exclaimed. "What do we do this time?"
"It's a secret escape plan."
"You're not allowed to make secret escape plans, are you?" Rocket Grunt #3
"Actually, they are," Nori said. "It's a local Team Rocket rule, just like how
we aren't allowed to confiscate anything they have with them. Now start
talking amongst yourselves so you don't overhear anything they say. I'll just
listen to music or something."
The three captives moved together and began to quietly discuss the possibility
"It's hopeless, I tell you," Enimuram said. "Odds are that none of us will
make it out alive."
"We seem to have a talent for extreme luck," Andy pointed out. "So what's the
"Well, they THOUGHT they took out Pokéballs," Andrew said with a grin, "but
they actually only took the Plot Device brand fake Pokéballs that Andy bought."
"See? I told you they were a good idea!" Andy said.
"Shut up," Enimuram muttered.
"The problem, of course, is that they're watching us to make sure we don't pull
anything out, especially Pokéballs, which I'm guessing is why none of you have
tried anything already. (At that point Andrew became more certain than ever of
exactly what a sheepish grin looks like.) But we can probably manage to
release one Pokémon each. Then we can fight for our freedom... or our lives,
depending on what they're planning to do to us."
"Sounds good," Enimuram said, reaching into his jacket. The Andys did the
same. Then all three threw down Pokéballs at the same time.
"Dabra!" "Scy!" "Flare!"
The six Rocket Grunts gaped, then threw Pokéballs of their own. Five Machokes
and a Clefairy appeared in the hallway... and one of the six Rockets was
promptly met with disturbed stares from the other five. Nori, for her part,
almost didn't notice anything that had happened (she was listening to her
prized Pokémon Battle Sound Effects CD), but Andrew's shout of "David,
Psychic!" dragged her kicking and screaming back into reality, where she
proceeded to shout "Go, Cerebrus!" and released the Pokémon in question.
At this point, Voltifer looked at the small group from his home in the Official
Worse Afterlife and decided the Bashers had a good idea in escaping. And I kid
you not, that's the real reason that all hell broke loose in that hallway.
The Machokes went down quickly thanks to David (the Kadabra, not the Abra), but
were quickly replaced by five Golems. Enimuram's Flareon had his proverbial
hands full dealing with the Clefairy, which proved to be one of the tougher
Clefairies around (in addition to having a stupid about of luck with
Metronome). Amazon, for her part, was doing what might be called a good job
holding off Cerebrus, which (when you account for her type weakness, lack of
training, and lack of good moves) roughly translated to "still alive after a
second". Andy was constantly shouting "QUICK ATTACK!" even though he really
didn't need to do so, which is one of those stupid little facts that always
find their way into the history books. Obviously, things were not going well
for the Bashers (and Andrew) when they heard the whistle.
The fighters paused briefly. "Protoman?" Andy wondered aloud, his common sense
nonexistant (as usual).
"Couldn't find him," Ted Brotlov said as he ran around the corner, Cyclonus in
tow. "I guess I'll have to do! Cyclonus, let's save the Bashers!" Rather
than attack the Machokes from behind like an intelligent trainer would, he
slipped in between the Bashers and sent out Scourge and his top ten Voltorbs.
Cyclonus, to his credit, did a quick type analysis and jumped in to help fight
"Scourge, Thunderbolt!" Ted commanded.
Scourge spun around to face Ted. "Trode."
"WHAT? This is treason!"
"No, it's loyalty!" Nori shouted. "You're the traitor!"
"Why are you helping us, anyway?" Andy yelled over the noise from the battle.
"If I can't catch you guys, nobody will!" Ted yelled back. "Forget Scourge!
Scourge rolled away, ignoring the battle, with five Voltorbs inexplicably
following him. The remaining Voltorbs obeyed their trainer, aiming Sonicbooms
at the Clefairy and the Golems.
Suddenly, Ted pointed and shouted "RUN!" Andrew looked, saw that the fighting
had somehow formed a gap he could escape through, recalled David, and ran,
closely followed by the Bomb Ball Bashers.
"Where's Ted?" Andrew shouted.
"Holding them off, run!" Enimuram shouted after glancing back. "And don't look
Andrew was about to shout "Chasing?!" when he realized Enimuram's meaning:
Cerebrus was chasing them. Fortunately, Dodrio are much slower than
Electrodes, and the three had outrun those before with the help of adrenaline.
It was a few more minutes before Andrew caught sight of the ladder leading out
of the base. He pushed all his strength into making this final dash, leapt
onto the ladder, climbed up faster than ever before, and recieved a very
painful kick from a very cute girl in a very short skirt who'd had the
misfortune to be standing right next to the trapdoor when he came up.
The girl pointed at the trapdoor and shouted something about the perverts
getting worse all the time; the old woman behind the counter of the store
begged her not to leave and even offered to provide a deadly weapon and to look
away at the appropriate moment. Andrew didn't notice any of this, however,
because he was busy staring down the trapdoor waiting for the Bashers.
After a few minutes, they still hadn't shown up. Andrew told the girl and the
old woman to give him a shout if two more teenage boys came up; they agreed,
though the girl muttered something nasty and inaudible.
Andrew sat down on a bench outside. He wasn't quite sure what had just
happened, but one thing was certain: Enimuram and Andy had not come out of the
base. Neither had Ted, for that matter. But on the plus side, no Rockets
seemed to have followed him either.
"Should I go back for them?" he wondered aloud. "I could release all my
Pokémon first, then charge in and attack... but I'm not sure they could stand
up to all those Pokémon, especially if the Rockets ordered backup... but I
can't just abandon them..."
"You aren't," said a familiar voice.
Andrew whirled around. "Cyclonus?"
"They knocked out Ted, then Nori's monstrosity came back with the Bashers," the
Electabuzz explained. "Nobody was paying me any attention but Andy, who gave
me these." He held up two Pokéballs. "I'm supposed to give you this one, and
keep this one. And I'm supposed to tell you not to come trying to save them,
that there's nothing you can do."
Andrew was silent for a long time. "I'm sorry," he eventually said.
"Ted wasn't really my master. He was more like a friend. And I got to know
the Bomb Ball Bashers, too. It got to where it was all just a game, us saying
we'd capture them and knowing it wasn't really going to happen. I never knew
it would end like this... what am I saying? This level of seriousness isn't in
"So, what are you going to do now?" Andrew asked.
"I'm going to Sunflorida. I've had too much stress lately, and I need to
relax. I don't know which Pokémon Andy gave me, but I hope it's that Scyther.
"So you don't know which Pokémon he..." Andrew started to say, but Cyclonus was
He looked at the Pokéball. *Well, now's as good a time as any,* he thought.
"Abra!" >Yeah, yeah, what is it--huh? Where's Andy?<
Andrew was dumbstruck. "David?"
>That's my name,< the Abra said. >Something wrong? And where's Andy?<
Andrew threw a Pokéball. "David, I'd like you to meet... David. David,
David the Kadabra eyed David the Abra. Psychically, they compared movesets.
Then they both cracked up.
"Well, this has certainly been an odd day," Andrew said.
Well, folks, it's been fun... but like Q said, all good things must come to an
end. And given recent circumstances on AGNP, we figured this should come to an
end while it can still be called a good thing. Many apologies for portraying
nearly everyone horribly out of character, and for making this such a badly
written crapheap--but then, I figured there was no reason the last BBB story
should be different from any other. :P And while this is the end of the Bomb
Ball Bashers, it is by no means the end of Andrew O'Reilly's journeys (just ask
NH). Nor is it an end to my AGNPer-ness, as I have something different planned
Sanity not included.