Youngster_Joey
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POKEMON STAR SQUAD
"Soaring high in the sky with our clear and keen eyes, we'll be there!" ~Motto of the Pokemon Star Squad police forceWOOHOO! Finally I got this up. For any info pertaining to this Role Play, please check out the sign-up thread.
So this is kind of how this is going to start off:
For Star Squad Members:
You can pretty much start out anywhere, living whatever life you have outside or inside of the base, depending on your character. You can pretty much do whatever
For Dark Wing Members:
Like above, you can be doing anything, but within the Dark Wing base of operations.
Alright, let us begin.
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The Dark Wing Headquarters, Burglor’s Office Room, roughly 8:00 AM:
The office room of the boss of the Dark Wing was pitch-black with darkness. Several doorways were tightly locked, and the room was as empty and lifeless as it could be. Just then, rows of lights turned themselves on, illuminating the clean, bright red carpet and the shiny, metallic walls of the office room. It revealed the bosses’ desk, made with a crystal clear glass mantel and steel support structures. An automatic door slide opens from the walls near the side of the desk, revealing Nathaniel Burglor himself. Sitting patiently, his chair, which was connected to a conveyer belt, drove itself to its proper position behind the desk. Instantaneously, several other doors beside the walls of his office opened, and out came wheeled robots, of varying shapes and sizes. They scurried towards Burglor, and began massaging his shoulders and his feet.
One final door opened from the other wall onto the side of his desk. This revealed yet another robot, but it was much taller, dressed in formal attire, and held a napkin and a silver platter similar to a butler. On its small wheels, the robot greeted his master accordingly.
“Good morning, Mr. Burglor,” greeted the machine in a robotic voice. “Your breakfast is ready.” The robot put the platter on his desk and revealed his breakfast. Out came the steam of freshly made sunny-side-up eggs, complete with hash browns and bacon. On the side of the platter were salt and pepper cointainers, a glass bottle of ketchup, and a champainge-orange juice concoction to drink.
“Disperse,” said Burglor to the robots that were massaging him. Instantly, the robots left him and returned to their stations within the walls of his large office room. He then put a napkin on his lap, and started with the bacon. His eyes widened upon cruching the perfectly crispy, succulent strip. “Is this swinub bacon!? That is my favorite, and it’s perfectly cut!” Burglor continued to enjoy his restaurant quality meal. This was just a regular day for Burglor, however. With the amount of valuables that he’s already stolen and sold, he had enough to live like a king.
Suddenly, a small shutter opened from the top of the left wall. A large, dark-colored bird swooped out with great speed, and glided towards Burglor’s desk. This was Godfather, a honchkrow belonging to Burglor. It held a slim booklet inside its slender beak and landed on Burglor’s desk, flapping its wings.
“Gah! Stop that!” Burglor commanded, covering his food from the dust and feathers being released by Godfather’s wings. “What have I told you about flapping your wings over my food? Why you—. “ Just then, the honchkrow placed the brochure it’s been holding on the side of his desk. “What is this?” he asked, picking up the brochure curiously. Upon opening it, he found that it was an advertisement for the grand opening of the new Kanto Pokemon Preserve in Fuchsia City, replacing the now old Pal Park. It advertised excitement, special events and accommodations, but most importantly to Burglor, exhibits of rare and exotic pokemon. Burglor’s eyes widened with surprise. This was a Pokemon thief’s dream come true.
“Excellent work, my Godfather!” he cheered. “It looks like we’ve got a new mission! Now lets see…” Burglor reached into his pockets for a possible reward for his pokemon pet, but the honchkrow insisted on snatching one of Burglor’s strips of swinub bacon. It flew to its post near the desk and swallowed the strip of bacon greedly. “Hey! That wasn’t for you!” Burglor shouted at Godfather, clenching his teeth. Godfather simply turned his head away, giving off a sinister, teasing grin.
“Well anyway,” said Burglor. “I should wake up the admins immediately, as today should be the grand opening, and this shouldn’t be missed.” He flipped open a lid on his desk, revealing a device similar to an intercom. He pressed a red button on the device and spoke into it.
“Admin Drake, Admin Empira, and Admin L’wren, report to my office immediately to receive your next assignment!
I repeat.
Admin Drake, Admin Empira, and Admin L’wren, report to my office immediately to receive your next assignment!”
The message rang through every speaker in the entire base. It sounded in each of the rooms where the Dark Wing Administrators were staying, and even in the large, prison-like room where the masses of grunts were sleeping in.
Ununbium City, Star Squad Headquarters, Dr. Robertson’s bedroom, same time:
Ein Robertson was snoring loudly, lying uncovered on his bed in a separate room within the Star Squad Headquaters. His sheets where disheveled and he had magazines containing “gorgeous” and “sexy” women lying on top of him. It was not only a place for the Star Squad to discuss their missions, it was also his home. As soon as the clock reached “eight” on his PokeScanner, its wake-up alarm was triggered. It made the sound of a real alarm clock, and woke Dr. Robertson instantly.
“Eek! Gah! What happened!? Where am I!?” he said in a panic. Suddenly, he saw the magazine below him and calmed down. “Ooh, okay. So that’s what I was doing, eh?”
Dr. Robertson got out of his bed and stretched his arms. He then proceeded to use the bathroom and perform his business, including brushing his teeth and blowing his nose. He finally got dressed out of his pajamas and into his usual attire. He cleaned off his glasses and put them on, which magnified his eyes in a kind of amusing way. He then left his room and went into his kitchen to make breakfast. His bidoof, Gerby, was sleeping on the kitchen floor beside a bowl of vegetables.
“Wake up, Gerby,” said Robertson groggily. “A new day of experimentation is ahead.” The bidoof twitched its ears and opened its eyes gradually. It then rolled over and fell back asleep.
Ununbium City, Central Park:
“Sceptile, use your Leaf Storm!” said the sound of a male voice within the park. A pokemon battle was going on between a young boy’s sceptile and a young girl’s staraptor. The girl’s name was Twist, and she was both a Pokemon Trainer and a member of the Star Squad.
“Staraptor, you can take that kind of attack, use Fly!” Twist commanded to her Staraptor. The bird pokemon flew high into the air, ready to swoop down and attack the foe’s sceptile. While such a move would actually cause it to faint, being a grass type of pokemon, the sceptile just stood there, focusing its attention on Staraptor. It was as if it was waiting for something. Finally, the sceptile’s trainer called out, “Slam!” and as soon as Staraptor was close enough to it, the sceptile swiftly moved to the side of the bird pokemon, grabbed it by its wing, and flung the staraptor head-first into the ground. Dirt flung in several directions as Staraptor’s face was dug into the ground. It fainted almost instantly.
Twist gasped. “Shoot! Staraptor!” she cried. Twist then pointed her PokeScanner at the beat up staraptor and withdrew it with a beam of light back into the scanner. Shifting through her selection of pokemon using the scanner’s directional pad, she finally chooses her last resort. “You can do this, Magnezone!” she said, as a beam of light fired out of the scanner and revealed a large, saucer-like steel pokemon. The Magnezone shrieked in its robotic cry and twisted its two, magnet-like arms.
The opposing trainer cried out, “Leaf Storm!” The sceptile, once again, unleashed a whirwind of sharp leaves onto the magnezone. Because of its type, however, Magnezone didn’t feel that much damage. “Let’s end this, use Magnet Bomb!” Twist commanded, and the Magnezone unleashed several bright orbs that homed in on the sceptile, exploding upon contact with the forest pokemon. Finally, the sceptile fainted, and was withdrawn back into its scanner.
The two trainers shook hands as the match was over, and the opposing boy trainer transferred Pokedollars into Twist’s scanner for winning. “Wow m’am,” the foe commented. “For someone who doesn’t have a full party, you’re pretty good!”
Twist chucked. “Thanks. If I had enough pokemon on my team, this wouldn’t be the case, but either way, it’s all about skill. Your sceptile was pretty good, though.” The other trainer thanked her for her comment and bid her goodbye. As soon as she was alone, Twist released Staraptor out of her scanner to calm it down.
“Hey, buddy,” Twist said calmly to the Staraptor. “You put up a good fight, we’ll just try harder next—“Just when she was about to approach it, her Staraptor slapped her away with its wings. Nothing angered it more than to lose in a battle, and it often felt like it was losing more because of its ownership of Twist instead of its original master, Dr. Robertson. Twist simply sighed, and sat down on a nearby park bench. She then shuffled through her photo album collection on her PokeScanner, and finally came to an old image of her and her Typhlosion. Her eyes became glassy and she held her scanner close to her arms, trying not to cry. “Oh Typhlosion,” she thought. “I miss you every day…”