Trainer Chronicles: Operation Hoenn

[Evan Turner]

Hello. This is another one of my attempts at writing a story, and I hope I don't quit it again. It is PG-13 in my book, although most of it is PG. You're going to see A LOT of Greek in this. No, I'm not Greek, but I see Greek as interesting. So, now, many people beleive starting a story without a written outline is very bad. I don't. But I wrote one anyways.

Story Outline:
Prologue
Chapter 1: Let the Journey Begin!
Chapter 2: Petalburg Forest, Bug Catching Contest!
Chapter 3: Rustboro City, Booming Industries!
Chapter 4: Roxanne Anne, Rock Tomb!
Chapter 5: The Teams Strike Again!
Chapter 6: Dewford Town! Let the Training Begin!
Chapter 7: Brawly Brawl, Bulk Up!
Chapter 8: Slateport Tournament!
Chapter 9: Begin! Qualifying Round!
Chapter 10: Battle! Semi-Finals!
Chapter 11: Finals!
Chapter 12: The Trick Master.
Chapter 13: The Phantom Underground City!
Chapter 14: Wattson Watts, Shock Wave!
Chapter 15: There and Back again!
Chapter 16: Evolution Revolution!
Chapter 17: Flannery Erry, Overheat!
Chapter 18: Growing Feelings, pt. One
Chapter 19: Growing Feelings, pt. Two
Chapter 20: Abandoned Weather Tower, Confessions.
Chapter 21: The Smuggling Union, Fortree City!
Chapter 22: Winona Win, Aerial Ace!
Chapter ???: Christmas Special
Chapter 23: Mt. Pyre Mission!
Chapter 24: Search-and-Beg-Them Mission!
Chapter 25: Mossdeep City, The Space Station!
Chapter 26: Liz and Tate Tiz, Calm Mind!
Chapter 27: Race for Time!
Chapter 28: Sootopolis City, Cave of Origin!
Chapter 29: Juan Uan, Water Pulse!
Chapter 30: Return to Mainland!
Chapter 31: The Training…
Chapter 32: Dark Secrets Arise…
Chapter 33: Lone Time… The Last Gym Leader, Façade.
Chapter 34: Father and Son pt. 1, Courage!
Chapter 35: Father and Son pt. 2, Strength!
Chapter 36: Father and Son pt. 3, Sacrifice!
Chapter 37: The Resurrection!
Chapter 38: Legendary Battle pt. 1
Chapter 39: Legendary Battle pt.2
Chapter 40: Legendary Battle pt. 3
Chapter 41: Legendary Battle pt. 4
Chapter 42: Dealing with Loss!
Chapter 43: The Evergrande.
Chapter 44: Victory Road!
Chapter 45: The Hoenn League!
Chapter 46: Sid Gadden, Punk Rocker!
Chapter 47: Pheobe Grorner, Hula-Dancer!
Chapter 48: Glacia Glade, Perfect Lady!
Chapter 49: Drake Gon, Captain of Dragons!
Chapter 50: Wallace Grim, Elegant Champion!
Chapter 51: The Reunion
Epilogue

Anyways, this fic has many thanks to go out to. Thank you dreamland for giving me the dream, thank you xXSaberXx, thank you Breezy and thank you my mind. My writing style is a tad bit not good (bad grammar), but I try to at least let you understand it. I have also written a soundtrack (not MY songs, but a soundtrack) for this fic. Anyone who wants to read it may.

1. Helena-(My Chemical Romance; Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge)
2. The Ghost of You-(My Chemical Romance; Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge)
3. I'm Not Okay (I Promise)-(My Chemical Romance; Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge)
4. The Anthem-(Good Charlotte; Young and Hopeless)
5. Young and Hopeless-(Good Charlotte; Young and Hopeless)
6. Emotionless-(Good Charlotte; Young and Hopeless)
7. Predictable-(Good Charlotte; Chronicles of Life and Death)
8. Perfect World-(Simple Plan; Still Not Getting Any)
9. One-(Simple Plan; Still Not Getting)
10. To The End-(Linkin Park)
11. Numb-(Linkin Park)

So, I guess I'll start. And it begins...

Prologue​

“There have been more and more sightings of Team Magma and Team Aqua these past three weeks,” the female news reporter reported. “It appears that they have gone back to their evil ways. But if their last attempt failed, and their ingenious leaders under the protection and watch of the PF, what can they do. To other news....”

“Aaaww…. What do those evil people have to do now?” an old woman said, glaring at her TV. She was dressed in worn out clothing; a dark pink t-shirt and light brown Capri.

“Grandma, you really think they’re gonna just let their plans wait till the Hoenn Region is recovered completely?” a young boy said. He had messy, chest-nut brown hair, and was wearing a dirty, wrinkled t-shirt and blue jeans with mud at the knees.

His deep brown eyes shown brightly as he grinned. “You’d have to be outta your mind.”

“Well, still. They should have. I mean, they wouldn’t like it if we took their Teams down while they were weak!” the old lady countered.

“We stole their leaders while they were recovering from their defeats and threw ‘em in jail. Now, before you go make something up, I’ve got sufficient proof, and I’m not waiting her to hear it. I’ve gotta finish milking the Miltanks,” the boy answered back, before turning around and walking out the door.
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The boy walked into his room, dirt all over him from his rumble with the Miltank. I guess kicking them when they’re not gonna listen was a bad idea. He thought.

His name was Chase Okea, and he was Fifteen.

“CHASE! TAKE A SHOWER NOW!!!” his grandmother cried from the bottom floor.

“Yes, oh Grand Mistress of this Household!” Chase answered back. He was going to regret that.

~~~~~~~~~~

The sun rose over the horizon, waking the young boy from his slumber. Another miserable day it was going to be. He was fifteen, had no parents, and was being raised by his farmer grandmother who was too old to do the work, although she had enough money for the rest of both their lives. So he worked. All day.

He finished Pokemon School three years ago, so he had nothing to do for the rest of his life but farm. He was sick of this life. Really sick. He needed to do something, but he didn’t know what. So, off to work.

He got up, and changed from his green pajamas to his regular black t-shirt and blue jeans.
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“T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house-“an old man with graying hair was saying to his brown and off-white zig-zagged Pokemon before he was cut off by Chase.

“It’s not Christmas yet you crazy buffoon!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I’ve told you that like, FIFTY TIMES THIS YEAR! GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD. IT’S ANNOYING!”

“Okay. T’was the night before Christmas…”

Chase sighed, as he walked on to the market place in Oldale Town.

Why can’t Littleroot have a PokéMart? Chase thought ruefully. Why can’t my grandma go?

He walked on. He was staring at the wild life when he saw a trainer battling a pink worm Pokémon with spikes from its tail to the top of its head.

Suddenly, Chase had an idea. He was going to become a trainer. Now, all he had to do was get a Pokemon. But how?

More questions rang in Chase’s head as he walked to Oldale Town.
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So, how do you like the prologue? Chapter One will be up soon, so hang tight.

 

[waterdragon]

Okay, where to begin. Hmmm... Great fic so far. I tihink I like it. You have a good start to you fic, introduction of characters. Yeah, this looks great so far.

 

[xXSaberXx]

Prologue
“There have been more and more sightings of Team Magma and Team Aqua these past three weeks,” the female news reporter reported.


Repetitive there.


THOUGH. THE CHRISTMAS PART MADE ME LAUGH. ROFL. Poor old man. PPPP FIFTY TIMES THIS YEAR! GOD!


Hahaha. Priceless.

Good start so far. Can't really say much more because of like.....that fact. Keep up the good work, though work on your description more too. Like maybe what Chase was thinking other than the fact he was becoming a pokemon trainer? And details would be nice. Like what time of day is it? What is the weather like? Where exactly is the farm? Etc etc.

^.^

Saber.

 

[Evan Turner]

Replies and Spoilers

Hello. Thank you for your kind words. I will definately be working on the details, and such. I don't know why, but I felt like I was in a rush. But this next chapter will be posted as soon as I finish. It may take a week or so. Hoping I don't procrastinate. Uh... I guess that's it. So, Spoilers!

Chapter 1- Let the Journey Begin!
[spoil]Chase woke at the first shine of sunlight. He had finally devised a plan to escape the little hut south of the main square of Littleroot that he called home. Fortunately, it was his day off.

Now, to put his plan to action. He shot up; leaving his bed messed up for his grandmother to take care of. He felt bad, doing what he was going to do, but he had to. He was going to die if everyday, he had to work on a farm and listen to that crazy old man talk about Christmas in the middle of summer.

He pulled on his clean, jet black and blue jeans, each clean and barely worn. He had been saving those for a special occasion.

Then, he broke into his secret wallet, holding all the money he had saved over the past five years. He counted them.

Five thousand dollars. Working on a farm so had its bright sides.

He ran downstairs, and left the house. He checked his trusty black device, his PokéNav, which he received on his tenth birthday from a certain someone...

Nine o' clock. He had work to do.
[/spoil]

Alrighty, then. Bye for now.

Smuggler

 

[mindripper]

It appears that they have gone back to their evil ways. But if their last attempt failed, and their ingenious leaders under the protection and watch of the PF, what can they do.

Slight problem with this line. It appears to give me the notion that the two teams have reverted to evil, meaning they were dormant or actually on the right side of things for a while at least. Also, a newscaster would not refer to a crinimal as ingenious. They would use similar words with negative contexts, like devious, but not one with a positive context. Also, end with a question mark.

The sun rose over the horizon, waking the young boy from his slumber. Another miserable day it was going to be. He was fifteen, had no parents, and was being raised by his farmer grandmother who was too old to do the work, although she had enough money for the rest of both their lives. So he worked. All day.

He finished Pokemon School three years ago, so he had nothing to do for the rest of his life but farm. He was sick of this life. Really sick. He needed to do something, but he didn’t know what. So, off to work.

He got up, and changed from his green pajamas to his regular black t-shirt and blue jeans.

This whole portion is very random, like it was stuck in there simply for lengthening purposes. Even small paragraphs should show a part of the character or work towards something. We find out that he dislikes his life, but you could have explored his negative feelings and where they came from, what he wanted to do with them etc.

All in all, it was ok. It was short, which is not a problem for a prologue. I cannot really judge the story right now, but since you seem to be doing a trainer fic, do be careful to stay away from the normal pitfalls of such fics. Do try to include a little description as well. I could not really picture where your characters were, or how the grandmother really looked like. Keep that in mind, and you should do just fine. Will check back later.

 

[Evan Turner]

Chapter 1: Let the Journey Begin!

Chase woke at the first shine of sunlight. He had finally devised a plan to escape the little hut south of the main square of Littleroot that he called home. Fortunately, it was his day off.

Now, to put his plan to action. He shot up; leaving his bed messed up for his grandmother to take care of. He felt bad, doing what he was going to do, but he had to. He was going to die if everyday, he had to work on a farm and listen to that crazy old man talk about Christmas in the middle of summer.

He pulled on his clean, jet black and blue jeans, each clean and barely worn. He had been saving those for a special occasion.

Then, he broke into his secret wallet, holding all the money he had saved over the past five years. He counted them.

Five thousand dollars. Working on a farm so had its bright sides.

He ran downstairs, and left the house. He checked his trusty black device, his PokéNav, which he received on his tenth birthday from a certain someone...

Nine o' clock. He had work to do.

He sprinted as fast as he could, darting past wild Pokémon, and startled trainers.

He had finally reached his destination after an hour of sprinting, and walking, resting and sprinting some more. Rustboro City. He knew they had essential things needed to become a Pokémon Trainer.

Except the most important thing, Chase thought wearily.

He walked through the large city bustling with all sorts of people searching, scouting, and carrying out their jobs. He had a feeling that it wasn’t even rush hour yet. Only eleven o’ clock in the morning, and he finally found his query.

The Pokémart.

He walked into the blue topped, two-story building. He stepped forward and browsed through the selection of trainer essentials.
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He rode the bus home, wondering why there was a bus from Rustboro, but not to Rustboro. He sat, looking at the new gear he had bought.

Another mystery to work out when he got older.

He unzipped the new pale white waist bag he had bought to hold all of his important items. It also had special Pokéball slots to hold six of the essential spherical items. He searched inside for a moment, and pulled out a black and white ball. The spheres was the size of an orange, and was black as coal on the top, and white as snow on the bottom half. He smiled, and imagined a great many things.

This was his first Pokeball, his first chance to leave his life.

His chance to start over.

He was proud.

He looked out the window, to see all the trees past by, nothing more than a green blur. He saw the first signs of Littleroot Town.

The comfy little bus finally came to an abrupt stop, shooting seven or so of the passengers across the bus. Chase was one of them. His landing was stopped by the window in the very front of the bus.

His face burned with pain. He slid down the window, rubbing his face. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble in the bus, and suddenly, there was a stampede of people walking out of the bus. They all walked out of the bus, stopping for no one. Not even the seemingly dead body on the floor.

Chase was run over by all thirty five passengers on the bus, no one stopping to wait for him to get up, or even offering him help. They just walked all over him.

The limp boy finally stood up, crouching, and limping off the bus. His back ached, his head and hands throbbed, his bones all seemed to be twisted and turned in different ways. He hurt, and he still had a ten minute walk to his house.

He sighed; and then began walking through the nearly empty streets of Littleroot. Suddenly, he stopped, and dug out his PokéNav from his left pocket. 3 o’ clock; still enough time to get home before my grandma starts sending out those dumb Miltank on a manhunt again.

He smiled at the thought. He walked as fast as his condition would allow him. He finally spotted the quaint little farm, with all the shadowy silhouettes of those cursed Miltanks. The “Prison in the form of a Farm” he had called it. He walked even fast. He couldn’t wait to go home and take a bath. Then he could go to sleep and carry out the rest of his plans tomorrow.

He finally reached his house, to the screaming death trap his grandmother had laid for him.
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Day break at last. Time to take a pit stop at an old mentor’s place. He pulled up his ash black jeans, barely ripped purposely for style. He then tugged on his black shirt, his left arm still kept in the warmth of his sleeve. Somehow, he had lost the other sleeve. He did not know how, since he wasn’t there when it happened. He suspected the crazy old man he always saw on the way to the market did it.

He ran out of his room, then shot out the door, gracefully slipping on the mechanically altered and expensive shoes he had bought yesterday. The Running Shoes version two.

He ran, automatically switching the gears on his shoes from ‘WALK’ to ‘RUN’. He felt a surge, and saw everything around him speed away from view.

He ran, and ran until he found himself near the Littleroot Square. It was a small, quiet area, where most of the kids hung out. He saw the old man, talking to his little zigzag friend.

Time to make a little visit, Chase thought.

He ran at full speed, scaring the hell out of the old man. Chase loved every second of it.

“DAMN YOU, WIPPERSNAPPER! I’LL GET YOU!!!” the old man howled after Chase, sending his Zigzagoon flying into the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my little pet!” the old man exclaimed, hurrying to pick up his Pokémon.

“Boy, I love this new life. Now, to the Laboratory!” Chase yelled to himself, sprinting to the laboratory.

Chase stopped as soon as he saw a small beige building, about one story high. The old roof seemed to be beginning to crumble. The old academy… Chase thought, staring off into space at the building, remembering.

“GET OFF MY PROPERTY, YOU LITTLE VANDAL!!!! GET OFF!” a gruff voice surrounded Chase.

“I KNOW WHY YOU’RE HERE! YOU WANT TO STEAL MY SECRETS AND SEDUCE THIS LOVE MACHINE!!! BUT I WON’T TAKE IT! LEAVE!!!!!!!!” the voice boomed.

“Professor Birch?” Chase asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Huh? You sound like a boy,” the voice said, and then suddenly boomed, “YOU’RE HERE TO SLEEP WITH MY DAUGHTER!!!! YOU’RE A DEAD MAN!!!!”

Suddenly, a bulky figure burst out of a bush, and started sprinting towards Chase. Chase did a quick side step, and the figure stumbled, and landed face first into the ground. “Hello, Professor. It’s me, Chase Okea, remember? You owe me a favor, for saving you ***, remember?” Chase questioned, grinning.

The man had frizzled brown hair, and wore a white lab coat, though now stained with dirt, a navy blue t-shirt and beige camy shorts. He looked like one of those tree huggers. “Chase? Is that you? Chase!” Professor Birch exclaimed, jumping up faster than had been expected for his age. He quickly embraced Chase in a death lock, squeezing the life out of Chase.

“Y-yeah, prof-professor. I-it-it‘s m-me…L-let me g-go…p-plea-please?” Chase gasped, struggling to breathe.

“Huh? Oh, sure. Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve had friendly visitors. You know, after my little… Accident with that kid,” the Professor explained.

A few years back, the Professor had thought one of the kids coming to get a starter Pokémon was a burglar. As most would’ve done, he gave the kid a quick left punch, knocking the conscious out of the kid.

“Yeah… Anyways, I was wondering if you had a Pokémon for me. You promised me that you’d save one for me. I know you’ve stopped giving out Pokémon, but I really need one. I’m going out on my adventure. I promise, no one will know,” Chase assured the crazy man.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I gave that to my daughter,” the professor said, smiling.

“WHAT? You said you’d save me one!” Chase yelled, outraged.

“Yeah… But I figured you would come, so I decided to give it to my daughter, May,” Birch explained, smiling.

Chase glared bullets into the Pokémon Expert. He spun around, and left the professor standing there, talking to himself.

Chase walked on and on, sulking at his misfortune. He walked back to the square, on the verge of tears.

He hated his life. He hated everything. He’d commit suicide. Yeah, he’ll tell the army to shoot him on the spot. Yeah…

Chase thought up more and more ideas before he was brought back to reality by an old hooded figure in front of him. “Hello, young man,” the hooded figure’s voice came. By the sound of the voice, he was a she.

“Uh, hi. I’ll be going now,” Chase said, slowly scooting away from the old woman.

“Would you like a Pokémon? I know that no one is giving them away anymore, so I decided I’d help those in need. I brought my own to the day care center and bred them. I don’t know what I’m giving away, but they are all perfectly harmless Pokémon. They’re all eggs too, so they won’t have any attachment to me,” the old lady said.

Chase’s eyes lit up. “DO I? YES! YES, I’LL TAKE IT!”

“Here you go, no charge at all. I’m just glad we’ll have more trainers signing up for the Pokémon League now…” the lady said, smiling. She handed him a small, oval shaped blue egg, decorated with orange dots.

“Sure…” Chase said, taking the egg and running off. He knew the eggs hatched when you traveled more, so he was going to do just that.

He ran until he reached the end of Route 101. He looked back into the small town that was his home. “I’ll come back. I promise,” Chase whispered.

He walked on. And on. And on. Until, three hours passed. Still, no Pokémon, no hatching, no nothing.

“POKEMON! COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!” Chase yelled, hoping to drive out a Pokémon.

He heard a small rustling in the bush, and a long, sleek, jet black figure shot out of the bush. It stood about three feet high, and had yellow eyes. The red pupils scared the hell out of Chase.

“Uh, Mightyena? Uh… Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I’ll leave, just please don’t hurt me,” Chase pleaded.

No use. The wolf darted forward. “Guess not.”

Chase sprinted, using the running shoe to dart forward even fast. Mightyena still caught up. “What the he-! “ Chase was able to scream before the wolf tackled him to the ground.

“Tyena!” Mightyena roared.

Chase shot his leg forward, kicking the Pokémon in the stomach, then jumped up and ran.

Chase heard a sound. A small, rustling sound. Like- Water! Chase thought, running even fast at the thought.

He could lose the Pokémon in the water.

Chase couldn’t have been more mistaken.

He saw a rushing waterfall, falling into the lake below him.

Chase had a second to make a decision. He made it. Next thing Chase knew, he was rushing down, pulled by gravity down, faster and faster to his probable doom. He said a quick prayer, before he noticed there was movement in the egg.

How could it have broken?! I didn’t bang it yet! Chase panicked, before he saw the top half of the shell fly past his head.

It hatched!?

A small blue Pokémon with orange gills on its cheek, and a giant radar on its head. “Mudkip!” it cried.

A Mudkip! Chase thought happily.

Suddenly, reality came back to him. He was about to meet doom in the face.

He felt a painful push against his shoulder, shoving his head into his chest, and suddenly couldn’t breathe.

I’M DEAD!!!! Chase thought, thoughts thrashing through his head about being dead.

Suddenly, he noticed he still could breathe. Reality hit him. I’m alive? YEAH! I’M ALIVE! Uh-oh. I can’t swim. Chase thought, wondering how he could reach the top.

He and the little Mudkip sank to the bottom, as Chase crossed his legs and thought. Suddenly, the baby’s natural born instincts came to life for the first time in its life and swam. The baby swam circles around Chase before trying to save its trainer. Chase tried to help, but to no avail. Suddenly, Chase felt something sharp pierce his back.

Suddenly, he was dragged to the surface by the little hook in his shirt.

He inhaled deeply. “SWEET, CLEAN AIR!!!” Chase exclaimed, jumping out of the water.

He suddenly felt himself being pulled onto land, and saw his savior. It was a girl. She had long, dark hair, and had a light skin, and deep, ocean blue eyes. Her brown hair was covered by a white hat, and wore clothing that seemed to contradict her face. She wore a black shirt, with sleeves that went all the way to her elbows, and a blue skirt. Her shoes were sitting beside her, wet.

“Aw, it’s a boy!” the girl exclaimed.

“Excuse me, I’m a girl!” Chase mocked.

“Shut up. What’s your name?” the girl asked.

“Ashley,” Chase joked.

“Really? That’s my name too! Ashley Miro, at your service!” she exclaimed, lifting her skirt and bowed.

“I was joking. My name’s Chase Okea. Nice to meet my savior,” Chase said, grinning.

“Is your Pokémon okay? You were holding on to it like it was your life,” she said, a puzzled expression on.

“Huh? Oh, the Mudkip? He’s okay, I think. It hatched before we hit the bottom of the waterfall,” Chase said.

“You jumped into a waterfall!? You’re crazy!” Ashley exclaimed.

“No, let me explain. Come, it’s gonna be a long story,” Chase said, gesture towards him.

They talked and talked, until the sun turned rose, getting ready to set. Chase and Ashley set up camp, and slept gracefully…

 

[HB5squared]

*sigh* Why are you wasting your writing talents on such a boring plot. You are an excellent writer, yet this plot is well, dull. Your character is well, dry and boring. I'm positive you're capable of a better story perhaps a tad more original and not so *trainer got pokemon, goes on journy, defeats hoenn league* with of course your own little special twist. I don't understand how you can misuse your ability like this and the overused chapter outline *yawn* please close this fic and come up with a better idea, I know you can do it! (trust me, even you will get bored of writing this)

 

[Evan Turner]

*sigh* Why are you wasting your writing talents on such a boring plot. You are an excellent writer, yet this plot is well, dull. Your character is well, dry and boring. I'm positive you're capable of a better story perhaps a tad more original and not so *trainer got pokemon, goes on journy, defeats hoenn league* with of course your own little special twist. I don't understand how you can misuse your ability like this and the overused chapter outline *yawn* please close this fic and come up with a better idea, I know you can do it! (trust me, even you will get bored of writing this)

I thank you for your comment. I may be able to write better things (though I highly doubt it), I spent a lot of time and effort coming up with this fic. I like it, and I'll stick with it. I thank you for taking time to read this, and no. It's not one of thosego beat the league things. I have plans. If you read, you may find out. Whether you do or not, it's your choice. The characters: I haven't gotten far enough to give them TOO much of there personalities yet. So, thanks again, and have a good day.

Smuggler