Irith_Locke
Pk THUNDER!
A fanfic I started a long time ago... I felt like posting, as I might actually finish it since it's summer.
VAGUE NEWS SPACE: Chapter Six up.
Chapter One:
Hailey was a seventeen-year-old Pokemon Trainer in the Sinnoh region. She was of average height, with platinum-blonde hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes were an icy blue-gray. Everything about her radiated cold, or so it seemed; no one was ever surprised to know she was from Snowpoint City. Of course, she wasn’t much one for telling other people her personal history. Rail-thin, she looked as if a strong breeze could knock her over. People passing her in the street would think she was no threat.
How very wrong they were. She was the leader of Team Blizzard, the most powerful organization of criminal Pokemon Trainers in the world. She had started the organization four years ago, soon before the end of her main career as a Pokemon Trainer. Not that she didn’t train Pokemon anymore- her Froslass, Empoleon, Weavile, Gallade, Glaceon, and Abomasnow were still used on a regular basis- but her own skills were rarely needed. “The truly powerful leaders do not tip their hands,” she would often say. “Why should I reveal my own abilities and resources when less conspicuous agents can get the job done?”
Now, Hailey sat at her desk, very composed as she listened intently to the news her explorer brought. The white-clad man in question, though nearly a foot taller than the teenage girl before him, was squirming uncomfortably under her piercing gaze. Hailey knew this and relished it.
“An unknown writing system on the walls, you say?” she inquired, trying to keep her voice down in her excitement.
“Yes. It seems to be composed of a kind of dots. There are multiple rock mounds with this writing on them. I could not recognize it at all.” The man seemed to be eyeing Hailey’s Gallade warily, as it was leering at him from her side.
“Good work, John. You may find a promotion on your hands. I will be sending a team soon to investigate this discovery more thoroughly. You may go.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” John replied quickly, and with a slight bow, he left the room. The speed at which he ran made Hailey guess he was not too intent on being around her Gallade for a length of time longer than he had to.
Hailey leaned back in her chair, contemplating this news. A cave deep under the ocean, that was obviously ancient in origin; it sounded too good to be true. It seemed so much like a lead on the locations of the Legendary Golems. She would be going herself to investigate, she had already decided.
“The answers are soon to be found,” she said quietly, to no one in particular.
***
Hailey was impatiently waiting at the Snowpoint docks, with three white-clad Blizzard Grunts and a Lieutenant standing beside her. The final member of the expedition was running late.
“I swear, if this idiot isn’t here in the next two minutes, I’m taking my chances and leaving without him…” Hailey grumbled.
The others, aware of many of their leader’s nuances, knew their place and kept quiet. When things took longer than she wanted, people who spoke tended to end up demoted or hurt.
As the seconds ticked by, the group prepared to leave. Suddenly, however, a tall, thin man with curly brown hair rushed over, carrying a briefcase.
“Sorry I’m late,” he panted. “I was just gathering up all the notes I had.”
The group held their breath as Hailey glared at him. The man promptly seemed to shrink in fear. People that angered the boss rarely had happy times ahead of them. It was a slightly odd sight; a group of adults seemingly cowering in fear of a weak-looking teenager.
“Be faster in the future. I won’t punish you today. We need to go.” There was an audible release of breath at her words.
The group walked silently to the edge of the pier, where a sleek silver boat awaited them. It was fairly large, containing eight fairly roomy cabins. Needless to say, Hailey took the captain’s quarters as soon as they boarded Blizzard’s private boat.
They were gone in minutes, the boat’s top-of-the-line motor propelling them southward at great speed. All was silent except for the thrumming of the large motor and the sound of the boat slicing through the frigid seas. Hailey was sitting on the observation deck in the boat’s central tower, her gaze strictly forward. She could not deny her impatience, but she also knew that impatience got her nowhere. It wasn’t as if anyone else was after the same thing she was, after all.
The Lieutenant that had come opened the door to the observation deck silently, walking up behind his leader.
“We should arrive in the Hoenn command center in two days,” he said in a colorless voice.
“Very well, Nathan. You may go.” Hailey hadn’t moved her gaze from the horizon.
“Yes, mistress,” he said politely, leaving as quietly as he came.
***
It was very quiet for the rest of the journey. Hailey’s presence silenced talk anywhere she went; she was simply that type of person. But even at night, the other passengers didn’t talk much. Blizzard members never did. It didn’t pay to get attached to anyone. People had died on missions. Blizzard’s operations were far more dangerous than anything Team Rocket or any of the others ever did.
Hailey, meanwhile, was restless, often pacing through her cabin, thinking. Not necessarily about the mission, either. The simply act of using her mind calmed Hailey’s nerves. For whatever she tried to convince her followers of, the normally cool and collected teenager was nervous, and she knew it.
It was with great relief when the boat arrived at Shoal Cave soon after sunset two days after the departure from Snowpoint. They walked up the rough path to the base entrance in absolute silence, partly of fatigue and partly because of the cold presence of Hailey.
As the group approached the cave entrance, two white-suited Blizzard members stepped out of the shadows, Pokéballs in hand. As soon as their eyes rested upon Hailey, however, they hastily stowed the Pokéballs on their belts, looking slightly embarrassed.
Hailey’s mouth twitched in slight amusement, but she did not comment. She greeted the guards with a simple “Hello,” before walking through the cave entrance.
As soon as they entered, large overhead lights turned on, illuminating a long, narrow passageway hewn from the rock. A solid steel door lay at the end. Hailey did not pause at the sudden activation of the lights, but kept walking steadily towards the door.
When she got to the door, she pulled an access card out of her pocket and slipped it into the slot by the door, allowing the thick metal door to slide open with a hiss. Hailey walked in, the rest of the group close behind her.
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The next chapter will be up....sometime in the next day or so, probably. But, tell me what you think so far! There was a prologue, but I cut it out because it was mainly a load of bulky backstory, and wasn't any good anyways...so tell me if anything is unclear.
VAGUE NEWS SPACE: Chapter Six up.
Chapter One:
Hailey was a seventeen-year-old Pokemon Trainer in the Sinnoh region. She was of average height, with platinum-blonde hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes were an icy blue-gray. Everything about her radiated cold, or so it seemed; no one was ever surprised to know she was from Snowpoint City. Of course, she wasn’t much one for telling other people her personal history. Rail-thin, she looked as if a strong breeze could knock her over. People passing her in the street would think she was no threat.
How very wrong they were. She was the leader of Team Blizzard, the most powerful organization of criminal Pokemon Trainers in the world. She had started the organization four years ago, soon before the end of her main career as a Pokemon Trainer. Not that she didn’t train Pokemon anymore- her Froslass, Empoleon, Weavile, Gallade, Glaceon, and Abomasnow were still used on a regular basis- but her own skills were rarely needed. “The truly powerful leaders do not tip their hands,” she would often say. “Why should I reveal my own abilities and resources when less conspicuous agents can get the job done?”
Now, Hailey sat at her desk, very composed as she listened intently to the news her explorer brought. The white-clad man in question, though nearly a foot taller than the teenage girl before him, was squirming uncomfortably under her piercing gaze. Hailey knew this and relished it.
“An unknown writing system on the walls, you say?” she inquired, trying to keep her voice down in her excitement.
“Yes. It seems to be composed of a kind of dots. There are multiple rock mounds with this writing on them. I could not recognize it at all.” The man seemed to be eyeing Hailey’s Gallade warily, as it was leering at him from her side.
“Good work, John. You may find a promotion on your hands. I will be sending a team soon to investigate this discovery more thoroughly. You may go.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” John replied quickly, and with a slight bow, he left the room. The speed at which he ran made Hailey guess he was not too intent on being around her Gallade for a length of time longer than he had to.
Hailey leaned back in her chair, contemplating this news. A cave deep under the ocean, that was obviously ancient in origin; it sounded too good to be true. It seemed so much like a lead on the locations of the Legendary Golems. She would be going herself to investigate, she had already decided.
“The answers are soon to be found,” she said quietly, to no one in particular.
***
Hailey was impatiently waiting at the Snowpoint docks, with three white-clad Blizzard Grunts and a Lieutenant standing beside her. The final member of the expedition was running late.
“I swear, if this idiot isn’t here in the next two minutes, I’m taking my chances and leaving without him…” Hailey grumbled.
The others, aware of many of their leader’s nuances, knew their place and kept quiet. When things took longer than she wanted, people who spoke tended to end up demoted or hurt.
As the seconds ticked by, the group prepared to leave. Suddenly, however, a tall, thin man with curly brown hair rushed over, carrying a briefcase.
“Sorry I’m late,” he panted. “I was just gathering up all the notes I had.”
The group held their breath as Hailey glared at him. The man promptly seemed to shrink in fear. People that angered the boss rarely had happy times ahead of them. It was a slightly odd sight; a group of adults seemingly cowering in fear of a weak-looking teenager.
“Be faster in the future. I won’t punish you today. We need to go.” There was an audible release of breath at her words.
The group walked silently to the edge of the pier, where a sleek silver boat awaited them. It was fairly large, containing eight fairly roomy cabins. Needless to say, Hailey took the captain’s quarters as soon as they boarded Blizzard’s private boat.
They were gone in minutes, the boat’s top-of-the-line motor propelling them southward at great speed. All was silent except for the thrumming of the large motor and the sound of the boat slicing through the frigid seas. Hailey was sitting on the observation deck in the boat’s central tower, her gaze strictly forward. She could not deny her impatience, but she also knew that impatience got her nowhere. It wasn’t as if anyone else was after the same thing she was, after all.
The Lieutenant that had come opened the door to the observation deck silently, walking up behind his leader.
“We should arrive in the Hoenn command center in two days,” he said in a colorless voice.
“Very well, Nathan. You may go.” Hailey hadn’t moved her gaze from the horizon.
“Yes, mistress,” he said politely, leaving as quietly as he came.
***
It was very quiet for the rest of the journey. Hailey’s presence silenced talk anywhere she went; she was simply that type of person. But even at night, the other passengers didn’t talk much. Blizzard members never did. It didn’t pay to get attached to anyone. People had died on missions. Blizzard’s operations were far more dangerous than anything Team Rocket or any of the others ever did.
Hailey, meanwhile, was restless, often pacing through her cabin, thinking. Not necessarily about the mission, either. The simply act of using her mind calmed Hailey’s nerves. For whatever she tried to convince her followers of, the normally cool and collected teenager was nervous, and she knew it.
It was with great relief when the boat arrived at Shoal Cave soon after sunset two days after the departure from Snowpoint. They walked up the rough path to the base entrance in absolute silence, partly of fatigue and partly because of the cold presence of Hailey.
As the group approached the cave entrance, two white-suited Blizzard members stepped out of the shadows, Pokéballs in hand. As soon as their eyes rested upon Hailey, however, they hastily stowed the Pokéballs on their belts, looking slightly embarrassed.
Hailey’s mouth twitched in slight amusement, but she did not comment. She greeted the guards with a simple “Hello,” before walking through the cave entrance.
As soon as they entered, large overhead lights turned on, illuminating a long, narrow passageway hewn from the rock. A solid steel door lay at the end. Hailey did not pause at the sudden activation of the lights, but kept walking steadily towards the door.
When she got to the door, she pulled an access card out of her pocket and slipped it into the slot by the door, allowing the thick metal door to slide open with a hiss. Hailey walked in, the rest of the group close behind her.
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The next chapter will be up....sometime in the next day or so, probably. But, tell me what you think so far! There was a prologue, but I cut it out because it was mainly a load of bulky backstory, and wasn't any good anyways...so tell me if anything is unclear.
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