Silas groans, Roxy just stares, "Silas who did you make enemies with this time?"

"I swear this is not because of what I did."

Roxy continued to stare, not buying it.

"I've done nothing! We had that entire adventure in that alternate universe, what could I have done? Bishop?"

Bishop floated out, "Ahoy Captain, I am currently running all corrective measures."

"Good," Silas commented, "Get a trace going, if this attack is wireless then there's a source."

"Yeah I don't understand any of the technobabble you're about to say," Roxy said.

<To be fair I don' think he does neither,> Snakeye added.

Silas headed off to Electronic ops and sat down, "So, what do we have so far?"

"Far as I can tell Captain we're not the only target, I'm running a trace now but it will still take 15 minutes to find a location, though we can send messages along this. Shall I prepare one of our viral programs?"

Silas tapped his chin in thought, "Yes, get the Gauntlet ready, I'm going to make it clear to our assailant how this is a bad idea."

Hulbury Stadium

Nessa: -Gritting her teeth- Looks like I'm down to one last Pokémon. I've been saving the best for last!

-Sending out her Drednaw-

Flood the stadium and make it our ocean! Drednaw, time to Dynamax!

Drednaw: <Y E A H!!!>

Yew: <Oh yeah, well we can do that too! Tagg!>

-Activates the Dynamax Band-

Max!Yew: <COME ON THEN, MATE!>

Nessa: Max Knuckle!

Drednaw: -Sends down a giant Aura construct fist on Yew-

Yew: -Is brought down to half health- <Ack!>

-And retaliates with her own Max Knuckle, removing about a quarter of Drednaw's health, as both mons send more Max Knuckles at each other-

Hulbury

-Team Nova finds itself at a bar seemingly centered around a mon clientele-

Low Key!Toxtricity: <Come on man, I think you've had enough Lansat for tonight.>

Amped!Toxtricity: -Guzzling down Lansat juice- <No way!>

Doc: -Overhearing- <Joy, he's high.>

Thresher: <Overripe Berries might not have cut it for him. You know, Poison-types.>

Limna: -Marches over to the Toxtricity duo- <Hey you, your vocalist or main mon or whatever sent us to get you back!>

Amped!Toxtricity: <I'm not going anywhere, if you want me to go somewhere, you'll have to fight me first Blue!>

Low Key: <Maybe we should just pack up and go-

Limna: -Smiling as her fists start to steam- <That can be arranged-

Barmaid!Indeedee: -Overhearing- <Hey, if you're gonna have a fight, go do it outside!>

Edited by rmctagg09 on Mar 6th 2020 at 11:48:47 AM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Forte: Here we are. That huge stadium has to be where the gym is.

Eevee Kid: Cool! Are you gonna fight there?

Forte: Yeah, I'm a challenger.

Eevee Kid: I'll make sure to watch your match from the stands!

Forte: I apprecia... obably not gonna be toda....just go...ere. Hey, wha...on? Come on, wor...

Eevee Kid: ...ething wro...

-click-

-Offline: Follow and get notified when Fortevee is online-

Forte: That was weird. The stream just cut out. Hey Shadow, you—

Shadow: <Already looking. Or trying to. Your laptop's not working eith—>

-Shadow is interrupted by being picked up by the Eevee Kid; it's kind of hard, he's nearly as big as her-

Eevee Kid: A cute Espeon! -hugs-

Shadow: <Put me down.>

Forte: Great, just what I needed.

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

Callspace

-More chintap sounds-

Iggy:Uuuuuh...a juice store...the cafeteria...a phone store...and, uhm...a video store!

-A small squeak-

Dunno if those mean much though...sorry.

Hulbury Stadium

-The flurry continues until Yew manages to get them with a Max Knuckle uppercut-

Drednaw: -Explodes before fainting-

Yew: -Turning back to normal- <Yes!>

-Starts glowing, and a Dubwool is left in her place-

Dubwool!Yew: <Now that's what I'm talking about!>

Nessa: -Frustrated- I may proudly be the strongest member of this Gym, but I was totally washed away!

-Regaining composure-

Well, I guess you didn't get so far just by getting lucky. The Water Badge is yours!

-Shaking hands-

You'll want to return to Motostoke and face the Fire-type Gym Leader. As you and your Pokémon are now, he'll definitely want to battle you.

Hulbury

-Everyone has now filed outside the bar-

Amped: <Are you mon enough to fight me without using Ground-type move, I'll even give you the first shot.>

Limna: <Okay!> ^_^

-Immediately sends them flying into a tree with the force of her Blaze Kick-

Amped: <Okay, I think I'm gonna... take a rest for a while...> @_@

Edited by rmctagg09 on Mar 6th 2020 at 12:02:26 PM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Callspace

-Ren facepalms, now 100% confirming who To D identty was.-

Ren: -dryly- Right. Places Lane and Tori frequent. -sigh- Iggy, tell Lane and Tori to be careful with all the electronics over there. And if possible, have them install some basic encryption and security software. Tell Lane that I said something is targeting or electronics. Do you think you can remember all of that?

Shadow Rout

-Zelel's mind flashes. The ship is under attack.-

-But this is...recognizable. He know who this is. It's...familiar.-

-This is the same feeling as when his backdoor into Mobius was caught.-

-Oran OS. Or some offshoot of his.-

-He takes the simple route of shutting down all noncritical systems. Force his opponent into a corner.-

-But this...force of nature...every single J-Team device, each member of its fleet.-

-Isbrand's own security software isn't even helping much.-

-Zelel buckles down and begins tracing the source, the rest of his computing power fighting off the virus.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Turffield

PEFE!Every: Eevee adaptation does tend to operate slowly. Though there's not a lot of PEFE data on the evolution process. So I'm not really sure on the specifics.

Ever: There's Pokemon bio you don't know?

PEFE!Every: Not so loud.

Ever: Heh. ^_^

-Arc appreciates the metal hug, because Prinplup are probably built to be okay with Empoleon hugs-

Arc: <It might be nice to feel a little more comfortable with myself. Mostly everything just feels like it doesn't fit.>

Glimmer: <That's because your flesh is a temporary vessel for the parts that matter. :c>

Arc: <You're just jealous you're still short!>

Glimmer: <Yeah I am!>

Scramble: <:Y>

Oracle: <There you go.>

-he takes Fraidy a few more steps before letting her down-

Ever: Aww, Vee. You're adorable. -pat, pat- I think I'll pass on the diary. It's hard enough having a thought without remembering to write it down too.

-Cloister-

-...-

-...-

Ever: ...

PEFE!Every: ...

Ever: What in Zekrom's name—

PEFE!Every: ...I'm not sure how that will help you use your phone????

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Callspace

-Iggy salute with a hop-

Iggy:You can count on me, Uncle Ren! I’ll go let them know! Talk to ya later!

-Click-

Clavis Media

-Ren sighs as he hangs up his phone.-

Ren: What a mess... Someone or something is mukking with the J-Team owns or has ties to.

-Ren gets up and starts brewing some tea-

Hopefully, someone can find a way to track this one doing this. Gamma is going to be swamped making counter viruses and vaccines to help stabilize this place by itself.

Vee: -is pet- <Eh, everyvee I've ever met's described somethin' different. Maybe there's jus' an excess of biodiversity.>

<By which I mean a perfectly reasonable amount of biodiversity, and ya oughtta bring in more researchers.> ~w

-she thrums with the force of her satisfaction-

<See? I dunno even what that was.>

Pippy: <Oh, Arc…>

-preening him- <It'll fit, eventually. Something will fit.>

Vee: <Eheheh. I spent ages makin' this temporary vessel comfy for Me. You, my kiddo, are of an Eevee, an' that means evolution~>

-rolling her nonexistent joints- <Well, not necessarily like, capital-E. Or the longform generational, so the metaphor kinda…>

-beam- <Mostly, it means what you wan'.>

-grin, dangling down- <'S a process. Long, continuous change...shape how ya like. Even through all the awkward, learn-y, fiddly bits. We're here for ya, however ya need.>

Pippy: -cupping his face- <And your mother is very, very short. We tease her about this all the time, and there is so much love.>

-Vee beans him in the head with her Shell Bell, and he laughs-

Vee: -already grasping- <Hey, hey. Give that back.>

Pippy: -he does so, with a fond smile- <Here you are, best friend.>

Vee: -snort- <Whatever you say, buddy.>

Pippy: -delivery by way of headpat- <Smol.>

-she throws it at him again, and this time he dodges-

Pippy: <HA!>

Vee: -grabby- <Hey, hey.>

-Fraidy's eyes still sparkle with tears, but they're tears of joy-

Fraidy: <Th-thank you.> ;u;

Megan: ...true,,

-Cloisteresponse-

Megan: iF wifi's the issue, it's not the issue anymore!! ^_^

Pippy: -reciting- <A few feet of water will block a radio signal. This is because the water absorbs the energy—>

Vee: -standing on Ever's shoulders- <Off with my head!>

-and Pippy covers Arc's eyes, instantly slicing Vee's head off-

Vee's Head: -wheeze- <Wheee~>

-this head he condenses into a point, compressing it to the size of a baseball, then a marble, then a featureless mote of dust-

Vee's Headless Body: -paw-digit-up-

Pippy: -finclaw-up-

Megan: -chanting- Ten! Nine!

Pippy: <One!>

-and hurls it, into the fathomless sea-

Megan: -triumphant grin-

Pippy: -triumphant facehug-

Fraidy: -not wanting to be left out, cheers silently- \\o/

No mind to think. No will to break.

Turffield

PEFE!Every: Hm. I wonder if it's psychically influenced. I'll have to interrogate— er, interview Mezzopiano's sibling.

Ever: Just make sure you don't let her talk you into—

PEFE!Every: Not remotely a concern!!

Arc: -is preen- <...Oh. Well, I hope it happens soon...>

-he folds his flippers-

<I don't mind being cute. I don't mind being cool. But this is just aesthetically a mess.>

Glimmer: <That's why you should be a ghost, like me. We always look cool.>

Scramble: <:<>

Glimmer: <Hey. Chin up.>

Scramble: <:>>

-Oracle pats Fraidy's head-

Oracle: <You'll get there. Don't worry.>

-short-

Arc: <...Hmph.>

Glimmer: <Ha! You can't make fun of me anymore because then you're making fun of your mom!>

Arc: <I can make fun of y— AUGH I CAN'T SEE>

-Vee-

Ever: ...If my phone were working, I'd report you to the church.

PEFE!Every: Interesting. It appears you've taken advantage of the infinite depth created by the dive spell in order to...effectively create small pocket dimensions?

Ever: Terrible. Illegal. Ruining Voldemort Day.

PEFE!Every: I wonder if this is related to the hammerspace phenomenon.

Ever: This is genius but I have to kill you now.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

textspace, a few weeks ago

Turffield stadium, a few days ago

-Cady is standing in front of reception, making a phone call before she challenges the gym.-

phonecallspace

Kat: Hello, Kat speaking?

Cady: Come on Loony, it's me!

Kat: Who?

Cady: Cadence Lane? Your best friend?

Kat: Hmm, that does ring a bell...

Cady: -sigh-

Kat: Come on, I'm just messing with you!

Cady: Yeah, yeah, I know. It's such a shame you couldn't make it today.

Kat: I know, but I need to be ready if they need my help.

Cady: Can't that wait?

Kat: Possibly, but I don't want to risk it.

Cady: True, especially as there's also a pokemon at stake now too.

Kat: But don't worry, I'm gonna watch as much as I can on TV. Good luck!

Cady: Don't need it. Hopefully.

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

The Orrean Desert

A dune buggy with the PEFE logo hopped up and down the desert terrain. It stopped at the dilapidated ruins of a factory. Between each of the rubble were sign posts that mark the areas as PEFE property, not to be accessed by anyone without a permit. It was an old multistory building with the telltale marks of what had been a battle strewn across it. Remaining signage suggested it was owned by Pokefutures, the controversial biotech firm whose main assets now belonged to PEFE.

Hopping out of the buggy is a very tall young man with ochre hair protected in a hat. Following him around is a rotom drone. The human wore a vest that had the word "PRESS" and "Authorized Visitor" on it. They were accompanied by a burly, middle aged woman in a PEFE uniform.

The human looked on. His body parts occasionally and very briefly appeared to look off, as though the fabric of reality around it was breaking apart. He has assured his escort that she was just seeing things; it was merely an illusion caused by the fabric in his clothes.

PEFE Escort: ...uh huh, right. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies. You have your communicator. Let me know immediately if you see or feel anything strange. We'll have y'all out of here in no time—ugh, what was your name again.

Upton: Upton. Uh, yes. Don't worry, Miss. My team and I will be careful.

PEFE Escort: Don't get me wrong or anything, but we're told to be extra careful around journalists from the Geographic Society. I love your publications and all, but your investigative reporters tend to get into all sorts of trouble.

Upton: Oh, don't worry, I will.

And with that, Upton hopped off the buggy, followed by the rotom drone.

He entered the creaking building and looked around. Not a lot has remained of most of the structure. It appeared that there had been a battle around the place. One that involved heavy machinery.

And they say the very object responsible. It was the chalk outline of a machine very similar in shape to Palkia. The shape of the surrounding ground indicated that the floor had received massive impact. The cleanup crew had removed much of the original rubble.

The rotom, Phineas, loomed up and above. PEFE's operatives had done a number on this place. There were plenty of things that had been cleared out, possibly put to storage in their Orre facilities.

Phineas: They managed to remove it intact

Upton: So, that was your robot?

Phineas: Yes. FuturePalkia. It was one of several attempts to match and harness the raw power of a legendary pokémon in the form of a machine. Now, we know what happened to our world's version of this device. Clearly this one turned out to be a lemon as well.

Upton (or Addie, whatever his name is) shuddered at the thought. Phineas, meanwhile, was more puzzled by the fact that his DNA sensors appeared to be picking up their respective presences several meters away from where they currently are.

Phineas: Our scanners appeared to be picking up something. Telling you now. There is nothing worth salvaging here. It is picking up our DNA from about a few meters away from here.

Upton: Well, that was obvious. We just took this assignment because you were curious about what happened to us. I'd thought they'd leave at least some machinery.

Phineas: I thought they'd just leave this place to rot. Far be it for me to know that they cleaned up after the Superfriends decided to play hero. And even then, I didn't think they'd be that thorough. I scanned for machinery. What they did leave behind wasn't even worth possessing. But if you want a trip to memory lane,

Upton, clearly uncomfortable: Couldn't you have cloned me from Articuno?

Phineas: Good God, we tried. I was vetoed because of resource limitations. I wanted to clone Moltres. We had Zapdos and Arceus that wasn't nearly enough DNA. And... seriously we are literally that way.

Upton: I understand why it'd be picking up my DNA signals.

Phineas: Nein, it isn't the glitching.

The duo walked past more rubble piles and find themselves in a large pit full of disused exoskeletons. Upton went down while Phineas hovered behind him. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that these "machines"—twisted pokémon shaped objects, were in fact biomechanical. Upton realized that many of them were surrounded by bits of desiccated flesh. No skeletons, though. The flesh appeared to have been grown around the machines.

It was an entire pit full of mummified cyborgs.

Upton: Well, if this wasn't the scariest thing we've ever seen. It's like a thing out of a pretentious anime.

Phineas: Entertaining you with those old tapes of [Evangelion] was a mistake.

Upton: Aren't there supposed to be bones? I couldn't find any bones. And I'm pretty sure these are meant to be vertebrates. What kind of vertebrate doesn't have any bones?

Phineas: We had several plans for the Future Series. Utilize the power held by pokémon without the pesky will they had. We played God in these laboratories.

Upton: Okay, so it's starting to dawn on me that you had... plans for this meeting. Like, was there anything here you wanted to possess?

Phineas: I like being a rotom. If I were the man I was, I would've, but I'm not. I came here to look for answers.

Upton: Okay, Boomer.

Phineas: Never say that again.

They stumble across another mummy. It was the remains of a human being who was, in life, severely atrophied. Phineas' sensors identified the DNA.

Phineas: I found my answer. I'm dead.

Upton: Bummer.

The rotom drone pointed to the exoskeleton of a 7-foot-tall humanoid figure. From a distance, it looked like an oddly gracile mecha or a piece of power armor meant to be worn by another very tall human. Its proportions were oddly human, the main deviation being a pair of large wings.

For Upton, the shape was disturbing. He could still feel strange electric energy emanating from it, which made him wonder if it was truly dead. Yet the few parts that did fall off reveal a stringy mass of mummified flesh underneath.

Phineas looked in morbid fascination. It seemed like only a few years ago that they celebrated the successful creation of a hybrid tissue culture; one that had been part-Zapdos, and part human. There were so many ways that their project could've gone and gone wrong.

One pitch, which this universe followed, was to culture the flesh around a mechanical construct that could be controlled. The organic parts would produce massive amounts of unfathomable power. No central nervous system was to be formed; it could never have an independent existence. No chance of ever having a child god that could not be brought to heel. It had lived and died in a vegetative state.

The Adonis Project was all he had imagined. A graceful union of human and pokémon. Had it been active, it'd have become one of the most powerful weapons the world has ever known.

The apparent glitching around Upton had ceased.

The other outcome, of course, was familiar to Dr. Phineas Braun. Of course they were going to make a robotic deity under their control. But curiosity took over. The cyborg construct, they argued, needed to contain and utilize power. They needed to know more before they could proceed.

An old colleague and him filed the application to see what this creature would have looked like. And thus one of the duplicate tissue culture samples was allowed to be cultured into a zygote, suspended in human cells. A zygote that, as it turned into an embryo, progressively displayed glitching properties.

In theory, the flesh had a chance of becoming anomalous, a glitching mess similar to the failed attempt at creating Mewtwo. Machines of their design, of course, would have kept the glitching tissue contained. Suppressing the effects were much harder on a full organism.

And the viable creature that developed from the embryo proved to be far more anomalous than they could ever imaging. The fully biological entity—a hybrid abomination, outwardly resembling a human being— was useless to Pokefutures. The organism was kept in containment in a vain attempt to keep from glitching. Curiosity kept the project going long after it should have been terminated, and talks emerged on what could be done from it except as a source of further tissue samples. Then came the fateful day when the higher-ups decided that they found their god-machine in the anomaly.

Upton stared at the lifeless Adonis. The mummified monstrosity was a reflection of a different past and future. Had Phineas not had that change of heart those years ago, that would have been his reality. Nothing more than a weapon for the delusions of the greedy.

Phineas: You've found your answer, as well.

The glitch boy did not move.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 9th 2020 at 1:35:32 AM

PMD-B, D6

-Ian looks over at the Galarian Ponyta with a concerned expression hidden by his emerald/peridot green hair.-

Me: <Aspen...? Is something bothering you?>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

PMD-B D6

Me: -She looks over at Ian- <No. It's fine. I'm good!>

PMD-B, D6

Me: <Good to know... because... there's something that's been bothering me...>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

PMD-B D6

Me: <Hmm? What is it?>

PMD-B, D6

Me: <It's just... The current state of this place... Buildings destroyed, mutant Pokémon running around like they own the place... The general fact that there was a WAR here! It just... bothers me... bothers me to a point where I fear something like this could've happened to OUR world at some point in the past...>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

PMD-B D6

Me: <I know... Just the thought of that... It's just terrible to even think about...>

PMD-B, D6

Me: <That's exactly why it bothers me, Aspen...>

Piku-chan: <When you think about it THAT way... Now I'm scared...>

Hatty: <This place is like our worst nightmares come to life...>

Evelyn: -shuddering- <Tell me about it...>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

PMD-B D6

Me: <I know... It's just... Terrible...>

PMD-B, D6

Me: <But... as long as we're here... in this world... We can at least try to give it a brighter future... We can do it together. What do you think, Aspen?>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

PMD-B D6

Me: <Right! But... how? How should we go about this?>

PMD-B, D6

Me: <Honestly... can't say I thought that far ahead... Ah, well. We'll work on it as we go.>

-Beat-

Evelyn: <Why not the three...>

Hatty: <Five, milady. Five.>

Evelyn: -taking Hatty and Piku-chan into account- <Right. Why not the five of us form a sort of club for this undertaking? That should at least be step number one.>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...