From: Mushboom <garrett.green@home.com> Subject: [PW!] Keith and the Amazing Technocolor Pokedex Date: Friday, October 22, 1999 9:49 PM [OOC: On a totally different topic and PW! chara, due to omnipotentency realizations if anybody saw my latest Angel of Goddish post. That did not happen, I'll make a new one sometime. Read on, true believer, this story is kind of long and it ends abruptly but it's crucial.] Keith woke up in his room to the buzzing of his alarm clock, he rolled over groggily and heaved the clock across the room. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, 8-Ball lay curled up at the foot of the bed. The night before was all a blur, Keith vaguely remembered the name CJ for some reason or another. After Keith showered and got dressed, he and 8-Ball went downstairs to check out. He handed the key back to a perky Nurse Joy and exited the Pokecenter. Seafoam beach looked beautiful in the morning, Keith didn't care; if he didn't have to see Professor Maple about his Pokedex he'd would've slept until noon. The boy and his Sandshrew got Prof. Maple's lab about twenty minutes later, the Prof. greeted them with a loud, "Why hello there! What can I do for you?" Five seconds later, the Professor's Slowbro chimed in with a cheery, "Slooooowbro." "I'm here for my Pokedex, I'm Keith Frost." "Oh yes, I've been expecting you," Maple spun around and fished through a drawer. He stood up and held out a bright multi-colored rectangle. Keith stared at the gizmo with a perplexed look. "It's your Pokedex!" "That thing?" the young man inquired. "Yes indeedy, I call it the Amazing Technicolor Pokedex. ATP for short." "I see..." Maple opened the cover to show a small digital screen and many buttons. Keith took the machine and examined it, he made small impressed noise and slid it into his bag. "Thanks tons, be seeing you," Keith waved and left the building, "come on, 8-Ball." The black Sandshrew scurried after its master. The duo headed back toward Seafoam, Keith was eager to start earning badges. All of a sudden, lightning struck the ground beside 8-Ball. "Holy crap!" Keith stared at the charred ground next to his Pokemon. His attention was diverted when he heard a loud yell. "Pika pika!" two Pikachus stood in front of the pair, these were no ordinary Pikachus though. The larger of the two wore a black bandana, its ears hanging out of the back, and a silver chain link necklace. The other had vibrant blue eyes and scruffy hair (think of a Leon a.k.a. Sparky/Puka crossover). Both had their arms crossed and looked angry. "Who are these guys?" Keith asked 8-Ball. "Shrew, sand sand shrew," replied the Pokemon. "The Pikachu Pontoon?" 8 facefaulted and said, "Shrew!" "Pikachu Platoon?" 8-Ball touched its snout. "Oh well um... I don't want any trouble, you two." The large Pikachu scowled and shot a surge of electricity at Keith. The boy dodged the bolt, barely. "Well if you wanna do it that way..." He lobbed a Pokeball, "Go Snooker!" The fair-smelling Grimer energized, "Griiiiimer!" "Grimer, Poison Gas attack!" Despite her perfume scent, Snooker released a big cloud of stinky gas at the Pikachus. The mouse wearing the bandana got out of the way but the blue-eyed inhaled deeply and keeled over. "Chuuuuuuu!" the standing Pikachu wailed as it shot bolt after bolt of lightning at the oozing Snooker. Snooker took damage but kept fighting. "Okay, no problem. Hit that rodent with a flying Pound!" Snooker released a pair of tendrils out which took hold of opposing light posts. She vaulted herself at the mouse and formed a third tendril that balled into a fist. "Griiiiiiimer!" With a loud crack the Pikachu fell to the ground, Snooker smiled at her victory as she was recalled into her Pokeball. Keith grinned and threw two Pokeballs at the downed Pokemon. They hit simultaneously and sucked the Pikachus in, they fell to the ground and shook lightly. The red lights faded out and Keith let out a loud whoop of victory. Keith ran up to his newly acquired "Pikachu Platoon" and attached them to his belt. He looked at 8-Ball, "What did they mean about their name, 'Pikachu Platoon'?" "Shrew shrew," 8-Ball said. Keith strained at the Sandshrew's words, "Um... They were like the Squirtle Squid?" 8-Ball sighed, "Sand." "Squad? They're like the Squirtle Squad?" 8 nodded, "Oh, that group that Ash Ketchum got his Squirtle from?" 8-Ball nodded again, "Hmmm I'll probably have to win their trust if I want to use them as Pokemon." He released his two new Pokemon and healed them with Antidotes and Super Potions he had in his bag. "Alright, you two, you may not like me but I caught you fair in square. My Sandshrew here says you were abandoned by your trainers and you want to get back at humanity." "Pika," the bandana-wearing Pikachu replied warily. Keith looked two 8-Ball who confirmed his trainer he was correct. "Well, I have no intention of abandoning you guys. So tell me what it will take to when your respect." The two Pikachus conferred between themselves in a two-Pokemon huddle. The obviously dominant larger Pikachu turned to 8-Ball. "Pika, pika pi chu." 8-Ball took this in and translated it to Keith, "Sand, sand sa shrew." "Um... They want to be left out of their... Er... Poker stalls?" The black Sandshrew shook its head, getting a chuckle out of the dominant Pikachu, "Sand shrew." "Pokeballs?" "Sand." "Oh... Okay, I can live with that." "Pika pi." "Sand shrew shrew." "Another demand?" "Shrew, sand sand shrew." "They want... Ice cream?!" "Shrew." "Pika." "Fine, is that all?" "Pi chu." "Shrew." "Okay... Let's get some ice cream." The group strolled off to the nearest ice cream parlor. TBC....?