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Book 2
Jim: Blaze of Glory
CHAPTER 1
Intervention
Jim: Blaze of Glory
CHAPTER 1
Intervention
Jim had lost all power over his articulation, so astounded was he by what he had just been told. It was absolutely absurd, impossible, inconceivable.
N, this mysterious youth, this enigmatic Trainer who knew his gift better than anyone, this rival that, while condescending at times, had always otherwise been good to him, especially in his time of emotional need only moments ago…how could he be affiliated with, let alone be the leader of, Team Plasma?
N, for his part, had calmed down from his momentary bout of manic regret, and was watching Jim steadily, as if expecting him to suddenly punch him in the face for all that he had suffered. June kept her eyes on N the entire time, no less stupefied by the thunderous revelation just put forth, but her stare was more like a steady-eyed cat, watching a tricky mouse trying to make its escape.
Jim swallowed, seeming to finally find his voice.
“…How?…” he croaked.
"Sage Ghetsis was my guardian…” said N. “He raised me to be what I am today. I never quite understood his intent, but for much of my youth, I was left to play with wild Pokemon, all of them having suffered injury by humans, whether physical or emotional. All my life, I’ve listened to their lamentations and felt their sorrows, and I knew that it must be up to me to right the sins humanity has caused them. So I was officially crowned king of Team Plasma, and I sent the Sages to spread my tidings and doctrine.”
“So, Ghetsis’ attack against me? The kidnapped Deerling? Stealing the Fossils? Attempting to kill me in the desert?”
“I never wished for any of that,” said N, in a pained voice. “If anything, I owe a good deal to you, Jim. You stopped them in their endeavors, and as king, it is in my power to punish them for what they did.”
They stayed silent for a while, Jim a little surprised to hear himself being thanked for repeatedly thwarting his men.
“It’s funny. I always thought of Ghetsis as the head honcho of Team Plasma.”
“In a sense, he is. As he is the one who raised me, he is my chief advisor and counselor. I have granted him exclusive powers and rights seconded only to my own. I assumed he’d know best, so I left him to his own devices.”
“But can’t you see?” Jim asked. “You’re their king! You said yourself that Ghetsis is still your second! You can easily overthrow his say! You must have seen what he’s doing!”
“I have, Jim, but I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”
“How so?”
“Ghetsis is indeed my second, but he is still all the family I have ever had. If not for him, I may not have grown into the young man I am today. In some sense, he still overrules me. On top of that, he says that all that has happened is for the benefit of Pokemon liberation. I trust him,and by the time I see what he directed my men to do, it is too late for me to intervene, and even then, what jurisdiction do I have against my own father-figure? There is nothing I can do.”
He looked out the window at the sunset sky, and Jim felt a feeling of hopelessness within him. If N, the true leader behind Team Plasma, couldn’t stop these actions, then what hope was there beyond stalling them time and again?…
The Ferris wheel creaked to a stop, with their car on the ground. The door opened, and they stepped out, but an unwelcome surprise met them.
Two Team Plasma guards were waiting for them, holding Leanne and Bianca by the wrists, though they were struggling to free themselves, Bianca with much violence and shrieking. Leanne’s Oshawott was nowhere to be seen, most likely called into his Poke Ball, otherwise he might have tried to fight the guards off himself.
Jim felt a mad impulse to rush at them and make them release them, by his fists, if necessary, but he was stopped by N stepping forward.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded.
Jim nearly jumped in shock. The voice N used was far beyond the calm, laid-back tones he normally used. It was stern, commanding, and offering no chance for argument. Not only that, but at the sight of his friends held captive, he had felt an urge to make good on his threat to attack N with all the force he had at a sign of betrayal. Seeing him caught off-guard by what happened changed that, however.
“My lord!” said one of the guards. “We captured the Stevens boy’s companions! They told us you were at the Ferris wheel, most likely abducted by him, so we came to your rescue!”
Jim was about to take indignation at such a ludicrous accusation, but a motion from N stopped him. He gave a meaningful sidelong look at Jim, in a way that said ‘play along’.
“A very narrow escape, men,” he said, still in his commanding voice. “Stevens is a man of powerful persuasion, but I never knuckled under once.”
Jim had to suppress a laugh, remembering N’s panic attack only moments ago, but he kept his face as straight as he could, in a look of contempt.
“I knew you were shrewd in combat, N,” he said, “but I never took you for a man of indomitable will. If I can’t conquer you psychologically, our only resource is to battle it out the old-fashioned way!”
“As you wish, but I will not hold back!”
With that, N rejoined his guards, the three of them facing Jim. The guards released Leanne and Bianca, and they rushed to join Jim, hiding behind him.
“Three against one?” Jim asked. “I don’t find that fair at all.”
“As you shouldn’t,” said N, levelly. “Men, you may stand down. I will handle Stevens myself.”
“But, my lord-”
“Silence. I will not be swayed.”
Reluctantly, the Team Plasma soldiers stepped away, leaving Jim and N to themselves. N was the first to draw a Poke Ball.
“Klang, come forth!”
In the burst of light that ensued, Jim saw a Pokemon that was familiar, yet different. It was composed of two gears, one unmistakably a Klink gear, but the other much larger, with a round eye, a square eye, and a frowning, V-shaped mouth. Both were connected in the middle by a smaller gear. Jim opened up his Pokedex to check it.
“Klang, the Gear Pokemon, and the evolved form of Klink. Klang expresses emotions by the rotations of its gears. When angered, it rotates rapidly.”
It was a Steel type, meaning June and Echo were out of the question. On top of that, Croco and Torch, who would have had the most advantage, were most likely tired out from the Gym battle with Elesa. Jim inwardly cursed the fact that he wasn’t able to heal after the battle. That left only one option left.
“Torrent, let’s do it!”
He tossed up his Poke Ball, and there, in the usual burst of light, stood the Simipour, standing cool and complacent.
“A Simipour, is it? Interesting choice. I’ll allow you the first move, then.”
“Well, how gracious of you. Torrent, Scald!”
Torrent took a deep breath, then spat a stream of boiling water at Klang.
“Klang, Protect!” commanded N.
A greenish-blue bubble appeared around Klang, blocking the attack.
“Now, Gear Grind!”
Klang flew straight at Torrent, the two gears coming apart as it came closer. In one swift movement, the gears flipped over on their faces and surrounded Torrent on both sides. Then, they began spinning rapidly, striking Torrent repeatedly with the teeth along their sides. Jim cringed from the brutal appearance of the attack, especially on reflection of the name ‘Gear Grind’.
“Come on, Torrent! Try to shake it off!”
Torrent tried another spray of water against Klang, but whether or not it had any effect was anyone’s guess, as it bounced off its metallic, rapidly-rotating surface up into the air. N smiled with satisfaction, and even his guards looked confident. Jim, however, was ready to rain on their parade.
“Ok, you wanna play this the hard way? Fine. Torrent, use Brick Break from below!”
A slight check in N’s expression, a subtle start, showed Jim that he had never seen this coming. Torrent, with an effort, shifted his arm and positioned his paw in a karate chop, glowing white. Sharply, he swung it upwards, slamming Klang in the face on its larger gear and sending it flying. Deprived of the motion of its partner, the smaller fell away as well, allowing Torrent to duck away. By some magnetic force, the gears stopped before hitting the ground, came back together, and flipped back up, spinning regularly, though with a noticeable buff on the face of the larger gear.
“Very resourceful, Jim,” said N. “I would never have expected your Simipour to possess such an attack. I always knew you had a talent for thinking outside the box. However, this battle is far from over. Klang, Thunderbolt!”
Klang’s gears began to spin more rapidly, surrounded in an electrical aura. Then, a blast of electricity shot forth straight for Torrent.
“Evade it with Acrobatics!” commanded Jim.
Torrent somersaulted into the air, the Thunderbolt blasting the ground where he had stood.
“Now, use Scald from above!”
Torrent pulled out of his spin and spat another jet of scalding water straight for Klang, striking it right where it floated. N, however, was unfazed.
“Thunderbolt once again!”
Klang sent another blast of electricity straight for Torrent, and this time, the attack struck home, zapping him and sending him plummeting to the ground.
“Torrent!” Jim cried.
The Simipour landed heavily on his feet, smoking from the blast.
“You all right?”
Torrent, somewhat shakily, flashed him a thumbs-up, but he was hurting from that blast.
“Let’s finish this,” said N, decisively, “He should be weak enough from that for this. Klang, Gear Grind!”
Klang flew at Torrent once more, flipping over and separating its gears.
“Not this time! Torrent, Acrobatics followed by Brick Break!”
Torrent leaped upwards, causing Klang to come back together with a harsh clanging noise. Torrent raised both of his arms, his paws blazing white, and then came plummeting down, slamming Klang with all the force he could muster, both paws hitting both gears on their upturned faces. They slammed into the ground with a heavy thud, both sets of eyes on their faces reduced to dizzy spirals.
“Way to go, Torrent!” said Jim, ecstatic.
Torrent, still frazzled from taking the Thunderbolt attack directly, hobbled over and gave Jim a high-five. N, with only mild surprise on his face, as if the defeat had done nothing to dampen his spirits, recalled Klang.
“Well done, Jim,” he said. “A most invigorating performance.”
“What do you mean ‘invigorating’?” asked Jim, suspiciously.
“I can now see just how much you’ve progressed, and what lengths you are willing to go to keep your opponents on your toes. I always knew you would make a worthy rival.”
As he said this, there was an almost-imperceptible gleam in his eyes, a sort of knowing spark, but it was all Jim needed to see just what he really meant by those words.
The Team Plasma soldiers had bowed low, muttering,
“Hail Lord N."
“So gracious and wise."
“At ease, men,” said their leader. “We depart. We shall meet again, Jim, make no mistake of that. Wherever you go, Team Plasma will be right behind, ready to trip you up should you show any weakness…”
“Duly noted,” said Jim, calmly.
A small smile crossed N’s face, which was then replaced by a stiff, militaristic look as he turned to his men. They stood at attention, one on each side of him, then all three turned on their heels and strode out of the amusement park. As soon as they were gone, Jim turned to the girls.
“Are you both all right?”
“I think so,” said Bianca. “Oh, Jim, you have no idea how scary that was!”
“They caught us when we came off the roller coaster,” said Leanne. “They said we would be ‘leverage’ against you. They apparently thought you were holding N hostage in the Ferris wheel.”
“Flattering,” Jim said, flatly.
There was a burst of light, and Oshawott appeared, looking very angry.
“Where are they, the cowards?!” he demanded, drawing his scalchop. “Ruffians and scoundrels, the lot of them! If they had harmed a hair on my Leanne’s head, I’d settle them in ten seconds flat!”
“I’m sure you would have,” said Jim, amused. “Well, they’re gone, and that’s what matters.”
Oshawott, with a sigh, replaced his scalchop.
“Forgive my rashness, lad. It’s not normal that I’m this roused.”
“Don’t worry about it. I had a strong urge to go nuts on them myself, if they’d hurt them.”
Leanne looked at him with an appreciative tenderness in her eyes at these words.
“So, what do we do now?” asked Bianca.
“Well, our passes are valid until the park closes tomorrow, so I say we head back to the Pokemon Center, get some sleep, and spend tomorrow here. I think we could use a day of fun after all the craziness we’ve had in the past few days. What do you think?”
“That’s a great idea!” said Bianca, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Leanne, beaming.
With that, the three of them, and their Pokemon, took their leave of the park as well, but making sure to stay clear of N and his guards, in case they hadn’t gone far. Such precaution was unnecessary, however, as there was no sign of them whatsoever, as if they had vanished into the dusk…