From: Bigc123485 <bigc123485@aol.com> Subject: [PW]A New Blast Off part 1 Date: Thursday, June 03, 1999 4:54 PM A New Blast Off Part 1 C-Dogg <Opening Scene: Front of Pokemon Tech. The building is in shambles. Graffiti is sprayed on the front and the trees are full of toilet paper. Many windows are broken and some are boarded. > In one room, a young man stood before a large desk. Behind it sat a panel of seven of the oldest teachers at Pokemon Tech. The fourth from the left {or was it from the right?} was the dean. Behind he young man was an audience. A guard stood to his left and right. "Slik!" the dean's voice echoed through the halls of Pokemon Tech and shook the audience. "You have been charged with inciting a riot and the vandalism of this building." Slik smirked. "Me? Surely you must have the wrong person." "Quiet, smart as$!" commanded one of the guards. "You are in enough trouble as it is," said one of the women on the panel. "It would be in our best interest to speak only when spoken to." "But he was speaking to me." The dean began to turn red with anger. "How do you plead?" His tone had drastically changed. Slik smirked again. "It was an accident." "The council has decided to leave the decision of your punishment up to you," said another man. "Really?" A smile crossed Slik's face. "I choose to be let off the hook." "Listen to our choices first!" shouted the dean. Slik jumped back. The dean continued in a calm voice, "You can be expelled from Pokemon Tech or you can take a correspondence course from the Vermillion Juvenile Detention Center." Slik thought. He considered being embarrassed by getting kicked out of Pokemon Tech. Then he considered the Detention Center. He though about the horrid food, the cold cells, the fights... well, maybe that would be fun... but imprisonment didn't seem to be a great choice. His decision soon became apparent to him. "Kick me out." A gasp ran through the crowd. "Order!" shouted the dean. "You've made your choice now you will be bound to it. By the power vested in me, I cast you out! You have until 12 noon to leave. Good bye and good riddens. This hearing is adjourned." The panel walked out via their own door. Slik turned and walked through the door with the guards following behind him. * * * By a quarter to twelve, Slik had packed all of his belongings into his backpack and was preparing to leave. The guards stood outside his room. He bid his roommate farewell and left. * * * At the end of the walkway to the front doors of Pokemon Tech, Slik turned and looked at his former school one last time. He thought about all that he was leaving behind. He shrugged his shoulders and walked into the forest. * * * Two days later, Slik reached his hometown, Town Juuhachi. The smell of the sea and the call of the gulls all brought back memories. He smiled and put on his sunglasses. He had forgotten all of the sights and sounds at Pokemon Tech. Slik smiled. "What a great day." The doorman at his apartment greeted him. "Welcome back, Slik." Slik nodded in response. He could never remember the doorman's name. "My you've grown Slik," said the owner of the apartment, Mrs. Luchen. She was a very nice lady whom let Slik stay there for free. Her brown hair began to show signs of old age but her beautiful smile lit up the lobby as she sat behind her desk. "Hello Mrs. Luchen. You still look lovely after all this time." "Mrs. Luchen's smile shrank a little. "I've been expecting you." "Really?" Mrs. Luchen held up a newspaper to show Slik the front page. His exploits were written there in detail. Slik smirked. "So you've heard." Mrs. Luchen nodded. Slik decided to change the subject. "Do I have any mail?" "Is a Tauros heavy?" she responded with a chuckle. Mrs. Luchen reached under her desk with both hands, pulled up a large brown sack full of mail and handed it to Slik. The young man struggled to carry the overflowing bag. The tie at its top was beginning to loosen. "When your mailbox started to overflow, I put them in this bag for you." "Thank you Ms. Luchen." Slik said from behind the bag. He trudged up the stairs and into his room. The inside was just as he had left it except here was a lot more dust. "We need a maid," Slik thought. He turned the bag upside-down an poured all of the letters on the floor. * * * Five Hours Later... Slik dropped down on his bed and let out a sigh of relief. He had finally managed to sort the mail into three piles: Family and Friends Junk Propaganda Slik rested for a moment. "I should have left the mailman a note." He sat up. "First things first." He picked up the junk mail -which was by far the largest pile- and tossed it in a large garbage bag. Next, he read the letters in the family and friends pile. On the top was a letter from his sister. Dear Slik, Thank you for the Birthday card, brother! Now that I'm ten, I can go out on a pokemon journey as soon as I get my license! Talk to you later! Love, Sally Slik smiled. It was nice to get a letter from his sister. He wished a return address was on the envelope so he could write back to her. Where she lived now was a mystery since their parents had disappeared so mysteriously... Slik read the few letters that were from his friends and moved on to the on to the Propaganda pile. He sorted the letters in the pile to smaller groups. When he was done, he had army, navy, air force, Team Rocket, and miscellaneous. Slik tossed all of the military letters in the garbage bag and read the letters from Team Rocket and smiled. "This place could be fun. A nice paycheck, unlimited resources, weapons, disguises and all he had to do was steal pokemon. Maybe he could get a high-ranking position and take over the company. Slik was glad he hadn't unpacked yet. He filled out the application, shoved it in his backpack, and left. * * * Slik went to one of the recruiting centers in Town Juuhachi. At a front desk, a man wearing a black hat and a black Team Rocket uniform looked over his application and stamped it. "You're in," said the man. Slik smiled. Go get fitted for your uniform and you can get started. He pointed to a door behind him. "Um, that door is marked women." The man turned around. "Sorry," he apologized. "Go to that door." He pointed at the door marked men this time, looking to see if he had pointed correctly. "Thank you." Slik walked through the door. Waiting to see what costumes he could choose from. To be continued... Well, that's it for now. I'll write part two now since summer's coming up and I'll have plenty of time. Any C&C would be appreciated. In other news, I graduate tomorrow.^_^ C-Dogg Customer: Can I have some extra Shenlon sauce with that? Piccolo: No No? but I... Dammit you greedy fool, your presence is annoying me! Chikyuu Fried Dragon by Jonathan O'Neal http://homestead.dejanews.com/user.c_dogg/index.html