From: Lifegiver <astevens@pacific.telebyte.com> Subject: [PW] Exile and Loss Date: Friday, December 17, 1999 8:51 PM One small world, our own, hung in the void, the only of it's star's system to support life. Though there was some speculation on this world on life on other distant spheres, for the most part this race believed itself alone in the universe. How little do they know. * * * Unknown to those who simply look in the sky, a smaller moon orbited Earth. It's odd shape shone like a jewel in the heavens. Inside, a squat form reclined in it's chair, strange wires dangling from the ceiling and touched his head. Nearby a small box sat. He kept glancing at this box as he recieved info from the database. Inside were the very things which had him going to many worlds. His very purpose. He then closed his eyes and contemplated. This was the third world that not only had Pokemon, but a culture dedicated to thier use. It also seemed the richest, more than even B'hacka. He would have quite a time..... The wires retreated from his head and he stood up, ready to start the second part of his alterations to walk among the native when all of a sudden the ship lurched and he was pitched forward, knocking him out instantly. Then the ship tumbled down towards the Earth, joining the meteor that hit it as a shooting star. * * * He opened his eyes and blinked. 'What happened' he thought to himself as he saw the night sky surrounded by some kind of darkness. He blinked again and he realized that he was still in the ship, but now there was a hole in the ceiling. Or was it a wall? He could not know as the ship seemed tumbled about. How did he survive he did not know. As he tried to stand he saw something that chilled his blood. The box was smashed almost beyond recognition by a jagged chunk of metal. What was left, shards of metal and crystal, were scattered around the cockpit. He picked up the largest shard of crystal, which looked like it was once part of a sphere as what happened sunk in. Then he let out a howl of mourning as he realized his loss. His Pokemon were gone forever, and he was cut off from the storage on his world. Suddenly, he realized that he never completed his assimilation process. He still had his true form, not that of a human. And he knew he must leave before anyone found him. Taking a smaller bit of debris, he smashed the glass at the front of the ship then crawled out, the jagged edges scraping his carapace. He then looked around. He was near the shore, debris from the crash littering the shore. Not far was a forest. He jumped off the ship and ran to the cover of the trees, not looking back. He knew he needed to start over..... TBC Notes: I will have this continue with him finding his disguise and the start of his journey. Meantime, the ship itself crashed in a remote area between Pallet and Fuischa. It's not a location per se, just a Easter Egg. Feel free :)