Brock Harrison
Zephyr Trainer
In a thick veil of darkness, a small glimmer of light pierced the room. Where this room lay was unknown...whoever resided in this room was unknown. All that could be determined was that an ominous, foreboding presence had a cold and clammy grasp on the surrounding area.
The darkness was struck yet again as a door opened and a tall figure stepped across the threshold. Once the light moved across the room, a shadowy character could barely be seen sitting casually in a thick, leather business chair, twirling a glass of wine in one hand.
"Orion...punctual as always."
"Of course, sir," Orion muttered with a hint of nonchalance.
"So, give me your report."
"I'm afraid some of those bothersome trainers have caught on to the plan, my master..."
"Oh?" the supposed "mastermind" breathed, sipping from the glass.
"The champion of Kanto engaged me in a duel..."
"And...the outcome?"
"My inevitable victory, of course," Orion replied, staring at the ceiling. "He didn't go down as quickly as anticipated, though."
"Is he alive?"
"Hmph, beats me," the Administrator scoffed, his ice blue eyes slightly flickering in interest. "His Pokémon tried to catch up, but it, like all the others, was left in the dust, thanks to Salamence."
"How many were there?"
"From what I surmised...about three or four."
"There is bound to be more. Take care of the operators of the Frontier and ensure our possession of this area," the shadowy figure commanded.
"And as for any more opposition?"
A toothy grin emerged from Orion's superior. "Remove it."
"That's all I wanted to hear." With that, Orion made a subtle bow and exited the room as quietly as he entered.
"Power...power...power...power...power...power..." eerily echoed throughout the closed room.
The darkness was struck yet again as a door opened and a tall figure stepped across the threshold. Once the light moved across the room, a shadowy character could barely be seen sitting casually in a thick, leather business chair, twirling a glass of wine in one hand.
"Orion...punctual as always."
"Of course, sir," Orion muttered with a hint of nonchalance.
"So, give me your report."
"I'm afraid some of those bothersome trainers have caught on to the plan, my master..."
"Oh?" the supposed "mastermind" breathed, sipping from the glass.
"The champion of Kanto engaged me in a duel..."
"And...the outcome?"
"My inevitable victory, of course," Orion replied, staring at the ceiling. "He didn't go down as quickly as anticipated, though."
"Is he alive?"
"Hmph, beats me," the Administrator scoffed, his ice blue eyes slightly flickering in interest. "His Pokémon tried to catch up, but it, like all the others, was left in the dust, thanks to Salamence."
"How many were there?"
"From what I surmised...about three or four."
"There is bound to be more. Take care of the operators of the Frontier and ensure our possession of this area," the shadowy figure commanded.
"And as for any more opposition?"
A toothy grin emerged from Orion's superior. "Remove it."
"That's all I wanted to hear." With that, Orion made a subtle bow and exited the room as quietly as he entered.
"Power...power...power...power...power...power..." eerily echoed throughout the closed room.