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The reddish orange pokemon flitted from Carmen to Squishy and back before turning to Thomas. Blue electricity crackled along it's sides to form little arms while a pair of similarly coloured eyes stared at the man curiously. Then, apparently seeing something just over Thomas' shoulder that was particularly exciting, it dashed past, nearly singing his head in the process. But when Thomas checked to see where it had gone, he was met with an empty cave.

He turned back to his two pokemon - still covered in a mix of Gyarados cum and Goodra goo - only to see them giving him horrified expressions. He turned around, panicked in case some threat had appeared that he was unaware of. “What, what is it?"

“What is it?" Came a voice from one of Thomas' ears. His bionic ear.

Thomas froze. Gulping as he tentatively reached up to touch the microphone boom of the implant, which gave him a subtle static shock in response. “Uh… hello?"

“Hello!" The response was cheerful, but an awkward pause quickly followed, as the near-deafening volume of the greeting inside his head caused the man to wince. Carmen's eyes shot open and she quickly waded through the water to reach her trainer, but Thomas - despite the ringing and mild discomfort - raised a hand to calm her. “Sorry. Better?"

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Uh, I uh… suppose… Introductions?" Thomas faced the earpiece towards his gorgeous purple lover first. “Uh, this is Carmen." Carmen nervously waved towards Thomas' ear. “And the big blue guy in the back is Squishy." He angled a little more, the confused Gyarados tilting his own head in a similar way. “I'm Thomas."

“Hmm…" The Earpiece vibrated a little as the Rotom possessing it thought hard. “I don't have one of those."

“A name?" Thomas said, immediately realising that of course it wouldn't. “Would you like one?" There was a burst of excitable static “I'll… take that as a yes." Thomas half chuckled, half grimaced as the sound bore into his mind. He took a deep breath before adding “Mind if you come out so we can get a good look at you?"

“I can't stay in here?" It pouted.

Thomas couldn't tell what sort of intelligence he was dealing with. So he opted for dealing with it as one might a somewhat older child; not patronising, but a little manipulative. “Sure you can, but I barely got a look at you before you disappeared. Can't very well go giving you a name if I don't know who you are."

There was a moment's silence before the static crackle faded away, Thomas' head almost feeling lighter as the Rotom came out from his earpiece and back around to face him. “Rotom." It said nervously.

“You can… understand?" Carmen gestured between the Rotom and Thomas.

<You can't?> The floating pokemon inquired back.

<I know 'I' can. Well, now. I didn't hear you before.> Carmen tried to explain, a little lost for what was happening.

<I can hear.> Squishy added, hoping he was helping.

Thomas sighed, holding his hands up for the trio to stop talking while he thought. “While our new friend here was in my implant, I could understand them, but not right now." He looked at the Rotom curiously. “So you're a Rotom?" It nodded proudly. “Mind if I…" He pointed to his pokedex, and the Rotom shrugged, having no idea what the device was. Thomas swiped a couple times to make the audio use the device's speaker for the benefit of Carmen and Squishy, then held it up to scan the new arrival.

“Rotom, the Plasma Pokémon. Electric/Ghost type. With a body made of plasma, it can inhabit all sorts of machines. It loves to surprise others." The Rotom was initially confused by the sudden voice, before being overrun with curiosity. It pointed to the wrist-mounted pokedex with an outstretched bolt and prodded it. “Additional: This model Pokiedex is equipped with a the new Silph Co. Rotom Integration System. Once possessed by a Rotom, it can be used to recall it by holding the select button." An arrow on the screen pointed to a small grey button on the side of its casing.

Thomas - filing that nugget of information for later - cleared his throat. “It's a 'Pokedex'. It stores data on discovered pokemon."

<And that's what I am?> It asked, looking to the other pokemon in the room. Carmen nodded. <And you?> She nodded again. <And you?> The Rotom had turned to Thomas, looking hopeful for an answer.

<Thomas is… Human. Not Pokemon.> Carmen explained, but reiterated when her trainer looked lost “Asking if you were pokemon."

“Uh, yeah. No. I'm a Human." Thomas said with a sigh. “The world has lots of humans and lots of Pokemon. Here." He pointed the Pokedex at Carmen.

“Goodra, the Dragon Pokemon. Dragon type. This very friendly Pokémon will hug its beloved Trainer, leaving that Trainer covered in sticky slime." She slathered a glaze of goo down Thomas' cheek to prove the device's validity before Thomas turned it to face Squishy, who was still keeping his distance; understandable for a hybrid water/flying type meeting an electric type. “Gyarados, The Atrocious Pokemon. Water/Flying type. Extremely vicious and horribly brutal. Has enough destructive power to totally annihilate even a major city." Everyone just stared wide eyed at Squishy for a few seconds before Thomas could break the ice.

“He's a softie once you get to know him." He offered, but even Squishy seemed shocked at his own entry. Thomas should have paid more attention to the Gyarados' description when he was researching moves. With the Rotom still seeming unsure, Thomas tried another approach. “These two have saved me… so many times by now." He made his way over to a rock ledge that sat just below the waters surface and took a seat, gesturing for all three pokemon to come over. Rotom and Squishy gave each other nervous glances, but the freshly hatched Rotom eventually settled in Carmen's arms as Thomas detailed how key Squishy had been to his survival, and how amazing Carmen had been through the entire journey.

He started with the more PG version from back in Milra, where he first met Jeremy, Carmen and Cav and working his way up to present events. The Rotom was intensely intrigued by the whole affair, especially the various bits of technology he mentioned along the way; like the Ranger's 'Stylus' and the Cogmen's fleet. The latter - and the description of the massive battle involving the vessels - managed to elicit such intense apprehension by the Rotom that it managed to cause a 'Jacob's ladder' of electricity to spark up between Carmen's antennae. She assured the group that it didn't hurt, and if her flushed expression was anything to go by Thomas would be experimenting with that another time.

Afterwards, Thomas foolishly opened up their conversation for the Rotom to ask questions or get clarifications on what was going on. The Rotom seemed to absorb information like a sponge, and had an endless ream of queries that Carmen would try to relay back to Thomas if she could. The man couldn't help but smile proudly at each new word he'd heard her say for the first time, the lessons on that disk obviously doing their job as she managed most questions with little stumbling over words or meanings.

Eventually the night grew heavy on Carmen and Squishy, both having been awake for well over a day by that point. So Thomas said he'd think on a name while they slept. But the Rotom was thirsty for more knowledge. He offered for the Pokemon to possess the Pokedex and have a browse through it's data if it wanted to know any more about the Pokemon Thomas had encountered so far, or the various events and entries made regarding the last month or so. As it popped inside, Thomas thought he heard the device make a similar 'ping' to that Pokeballs make upon capture, but played it off as a by-product of the ghost-type possessing the device.

With his recently sentient pokedex gently beeping away and his two friends sleeping their intense lovemaking session off in the rock pool, Thomas settled down on an area of stone above water, with a thin sleeping bag the only thing to keep him warm that night. He desperately wanted to call Jeremy out, or Zana for her fluffiness. But he'd made a promise to the island's guardians, and he'd keep it.

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Light shone off of uncountable crystalline surfaces, no source for the illumination but it shone regardless. Thomas marvelled at the plinks and tinks of the structure settling and shifting, a kaleidoscope of colour and sound reverberating through the geode with no exit. All around him the sound grew and grew, reaching a cacophony but despite the sheer volume never overwhelming the man. He felt his body vibrate along with the noise, his molecules shifting and swirling out of place as he evaporated into the sound. And once free from his mortal form he could feel it. The voices. The singing of a million beings.

And the silence of one.

Thomas awoke to excited chattering as an assortment of Sliggoo and Goomy had flooded the cave for a morning swim, only to discover the sleeping visitors in the process. Carmen and Squishy were quick to get up and play with the locals, but it took Thomas a bit of effort to get on the same page. He was halfway through his breakfast ration when a voice in his ear piped up. “So are you still a wanted criminal?" Thomas almost choked on the protein bar as he tried to figure out the appropriate response. “I found a record of the wanted poster. And old news bulletins."

The man did his best to swallow his breakfast while being given a strange look from Carmen, who by the cocked eyebrow he assumed knew the Rotom was asking him questions. “It's too early for… Look, I just woke up…" He sighed, but hearing the awkward static he relented. “No. Cleared of all charges. Jeremy too. All a hoax by Drekavak to-"

“OH!" Thomas winced again as the squeal of understanding rocked his barely awake mind. “I know that name. Rocket Rising CEO. He's wanted too."

“Damn straight." Thomas growled, needing to take a breath or two to calm himself. “Killer, thug, and all round egotistical bastard to boot." Thomas coughed, sitting up. “You ever see him, you tell me immediately."

“Of course!" The rotom replied. Thomas managed a few more mouthfuls before the Rotom spoke again. “So… have you… thought… of a name?"

Thomas sighed, he'd barely had a chance to talk to the pokemon about anything that wasn't related to current events. He had no idea what it liked, what it wanted, what made it the Rotom it was. As he took a deep breath, a vision of his dream flashed before his eyes. It was hazy, and quickly disappearing from memory, but from what he could remember there was crystal everywhere. Millions of gemstones both smaller than a pinhead and larger than a mountain. An infinite possibility of crystals, with a radiant glow about them. And then a word. A name.

“Gem?" There was silence for a few seconds before a rush of static precluded the Rotom whooshing out of his ear - much to the surprise of the islands inhabitants present - to hug his face before rushing back into the safety of the earpiece once more. “I take it that's okay?"

“Yes! Thank you." Gem buzzed happily inside the earpiece.

Thomas took a deep breath, shaking his head at the way things had turned out. Whatever egg was placed inside him must have been fertilised by Hailey's strapon back in Owlra, or rather the Rotom possessing it. Either that or whatever had given him the egg had gotten it from a Rotom. Regardless, when he had some time and a wi-fi connection, he'd have to do some research into egg groups. The whole reveal had brought about an intense curiosity, possibly because it was one of the few mysteries plaguing his life that he could theoretically solve with enough time. Zye's existence and the whole Bruno thing was well beyond what he was capable of understanding or dealing with.

What little time Thomas spent in the cave that morning was relatively uneventful, with the Sligoo and Goomy hoovering up an assortment of treats that he'd intended just to give Squishy and Carmen. He figured now he was in Alola, he'd not be far off a Pokemart so would be able to pick up more treats soon. It didn't take long for him to pack the bag back up - though the occasional Goomy hitchhiker had to be fished out - and the three were soon hugging the cliff face again as they made their way down to the surprisingly occupied dock.

A girl dressed in brown and purple overalls waved to them as Thomas and his two cohorts made their way down. Her dark brown hair offset the lighter tan of her clothes, and while there was a welcoming smile as she waved them over, Thomas could see an air of concern in her eyes. “Alola, traveller."

Thomas wondered if he had just been informed where he was or if it was a greeting of sorts. Assuming the latter, he waved back with a “Good Morning." He made his way onto the dock and offered the teen a handshake, which she obliged, though the steeliness of her gaze diminished none. “Thomas. Gotta say, I'm kinda relieved to see someone with an actual boat."

The girl looked from Thomas to the vessel that barely passed as a dinghy. A Sharpedo peered around the back inquisitively. “Spent a bit of time swimming did we?" She pointed to the minor sunburn across Thomas' arms.

“Just a bit. Well," he hiked a thumb over his shoulder at the Gyarados “Mostly him."

“I see." She smiled, still a little unsure. “Sorry, Una; by the way. Come on, let's get you back to civilisation." Una gestured for Thomas to take a seat on the small boat, which the man realised would not be well suited to carrying his larger Goodra friend, let alone the Gyarados. As though his thoughts became manifest, Squishy slipped into the water, taking a few experimental dives before coming back up to allow Carmen to slide over his neck. She playfully gave him scritches behind his main crest, making his eyes roll back goofily. Once onboard, Thomas sat down, looking to the dinghy's powerplant; a decently sized Sharpedo with a control bar wedged between it's teeth. “Ever ridden one of these before?"

“Once." Thomas replied, remembering the raid on the R.R.S. Kyogre the week prior. “I take it you guys have good dental?" He joked, but Una just nodded. She made a few gestures to the speedy water type and in no time they were powering away from the island, followed closely by Carmen and her trusty steed.

Once the dinghy reached a speed that didn't have them slapping against every wave, Una turned to Thomas and asked seriously. “What brings you to Alola?"

Thomas took a deep breath, unsure who he could trust with the information he had. Then he remembered what Jeremy had said about knowing someone here. “I'm not sure how much I can really say." He showed off the pin Ranger Twine had given him, now attached to one of the bag's straps; the gold spiral design sparkling in the early morning light. Una leaned over to see before her eyes went wide. Thomas took that as a sign she knew what it was. “Suffice to say there's been a lot of conflict, and I'm not exactly where I want to be."

Una turned to her Sharpedo partner and pat it on the nose, causing the boat to coast to a stop miles out from any island. “The Triangle is great and all, but if you've come all the way from… Vandimland?" Thomas nodded, a little surprised “The accent. If you've come that far off ship then something has gone very wrong. And if something's wrong, that could mean danger for me and mine. So you're gonna need to tell me exactly why you're here."

Thomas hesitated, wondering what he could say to get them moving again with the least possible information given. His hand tapped Jeremy's ball subconsciously as he fidgeted with his bracers. But it gave Thomas enough clarity. “I have a pokemon - a Kommo-o - he says he's from here and knows someone who might be able to help us. Can I bring him out? To talk?"

At this point Squishy and Carmen had become curious as to their journey being halted and were waiting nearby to see what the hold up was. Una looked to them and the man, realising she was outnumbered already and more of his pokemon out could prove problematic. But with a smile and a nod she summoned forth a pair of Carvanha into the water. They looked around for a bit before sending a particularly hungry glare in Thomas' direction.

Feeling Squishy get tense a few dozen yards away, Thomas looked to the Gyarados and gave him a nervous thumbs up before tapping Jeremy's button. In a flash of white, the Kommo-o was on the dinghy, it's buoyancy lurching suddenly from the added weight, but remaining afloat. He turned to Thomas and gave him a tight hug, though was quickly confused by their location.

<Uh… Thomas? Where are we?>

“Alola." Una managed, her breath taken by the sheer size and bright colouring of the Kommo-o before her.

<Alola.> Jeremy nodded to her, smiling happily. He looked around and spotted the treetops of Exeggutor island in the distance. <South west of Poni Island, right?> She nodded, impressed.

“Wait, you can understand him?" Thomas asked, a little shocked.

“Of course. What kind of Kahuna would I be if I couldn't." She replied, a little offended.

Jeremy's eyes shot wide open. <Kahuna!> He bowed. Thomas - unsure of what to do - did the same, but he received a playful slap upside the head from Jeremy for his troubles. <Why didn't you tell me she was a Kahuna?!> He grumbled sideways at his partner.

Una, amused by the display afforded herself a chuckle. “I'd not told him, though I doubt he'd have understood that title's importance, even if I had." Thomas, looking very sheepish and out of the loop, just traded glances between the dinghy's two other occupants. With a sigh, Una explained “Where you're from they have Gym Leaders, right?" Thomas nodded, starting to see where this was going. “Well, on Alola we call them Trial Captains. They're not exactly the same, but they're close enough. Well, I'm like my island's Trial Captain… Captain."

<Think Elite Four.> Jeremy added, clearing the whole thing up for his trainer.

“Oh. OH!" Thomas just realised he'd been rescued by arguably one of the strongest trainers in Alola, if not the world. “Ah. Hoo. Okay. It's a uh, Sorry, I-"

“Is he always this flustered?"

<Usually more so.> Jeremy's verbal jab shut Thomas up for long enough that the pokemon could get their tale started. <We're on the run.> He said honestly, causing Una's eyebrow to raise in intrigue. <First it was Rocket Rising. Then it was these guys called the Cog-Men, or something like that.> He looked to Thomas who gave him an embarrassed nod. <Even when supposedly protected by a ranger patrol boat our location was leaked and we had all kinds of smugglers rain down on us - literally - to get…> He looked to Thomas, then the bag <An artefact of intrinsic historical value.>

“Is that all?" Una joked.

“It's…" Thomas sighed. “A very long story."

“Well, we have a bit of time before we're back at Seafolk Village." Jeremy's eyes lit up. “Headed home, are we?" Jeremy nodded, much to Thomas' surprise. He knew the Kommo-o had come from Alola, but had no idea they would be headed to his island. “Perhaps you should have a chat with Poni's Totem. He might have some words of wisdom for you. In the mean-time, let's hear what trials you've faced so far.

By the time Thomas had reached current events, the dinghy was pulling up into the docks that made up the village of boats and floating houses. He was getting better at keeping out the parts of his tale that needn't be mentioned - namely his pokephilic encounters - and managing to avoid the awkward pauses while his mind attempted to ignore the fun to get to what happened after.

“So, your… Cargo…" She looked around at the few folks out and about, all waving at the newcomers politely “It's…?" Thomas pat the bag. “Right. Well, I definitely think you two should have a chat to the Totem. He'll know what to do."

“You've mentioned this 'Totem' a couple times…" Thomas began, and fortunately Una was happy to finish. But not before Jeremy could butt in.

<He's a Kommo-o too, but much older, and much wiser.>

“Not as tall though." Una said somewhat amazed as Jeremy stepped off the dinghy and onto the dock. “I mean, he 'was' the biggest Kommo-o in Alola. Until this morning." Jeremy looked at her in horror, hunching over a little as he realised a fair amount of the town was staring. “I don't think he'll be offended, intrigued, sure. But not offended." She gave Jeremy a pat on the back. “I'm not aware of any trainers set to see him this afternoon, just one tomorrow. You could head on up now if you'd like."

Jeremy looked apprehensively to Thomas, who smiled kindly. “Might have a quick bite to eat first, get our bearings." He offered for Una to shake his hand again, which she did. “Thank you so much for the lift, it's been a helluva week."

“No problems." Una grinned back. “If you need anything, just pop over to the houseboat over there," she pointed at a small orange-roofed building bobbing up and down with the waves. “I'm technically supposed to live in a house up on the Ancient Poni Path, but I'm an ocean girl. Being on stable ground for too long makes me a little… queasy."

<Thank you. Really.> Jeremy bowed again as Una set off down the dock to mingle with the locals. <I knew the Kahuna that came before her. Wonderful lady. I wonder what happened to her?>

Thomas looked a little concerned. “We could ask if you-"

<No, no.> Jeremy shook his head before looking around. They were garnering considerable attention. <No, we need to get to the Totem and get to…> he scanned the docks for something, and finding it he smiled, a look of relief Thomas was surprised and warmed to see. But before he could trace Jeremy's gaze, he was dragged off towards the shore. <The trek inland is one not done lightly, it might be best for the other two to rest.>

With a quick hug the two were away, the man taking a quick detour to pop all the balls in for treatment at the Pokecenter before continuing on, picking up what equipment and consumables he was lacking while he waited. He made sure to refill Griff's meds as well, having had Jeremy look through the pack as well to find the original box. Spotting an advert for a Rotom-phone at the Pokemart, Thomas was reminded of their new visitor. <You've gone all… pink.> Jeremy chuckled.

“I, uh…" Thomas gulped, realising the whole thing with the egg was something he'd not talked to Jeremy about. It was too private to mention in public, and the few times they had a moment alone, there were other things they would rather have been doing. “So… There was this party."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. <Must have been a fun party to get you riled up like that.>

“Oh, it was." Thomas' cheeks turned from pink to red, his embarrassment cute to the Kommo-o. “There was… an incident." He lowered his voice, Jeremy's amusement turning to concern. <A pokemon… laid an egg… inside me…>

Jeremy's eyes shot wide. He was about to exclaim in shock, but Thomas grabbed his muzzle and held it closed. He quickly realised what he'd done and let go, giving the Kommo-o a peck on his nose in apology. <Do you know who?>

Knuckles cracked as Jeremy's serious expression became a mix of jealousy and anger. But Thomas was not about to make the situation better. Jeremy deserved to know the truth. <No. He- It… wiped my memory.> He could see the pink armour plates begin to glow and placed a hand on them, their heat scalding but forcing Jeremy to calm down.

<When we get back->

“Please, no." Thomas shook his head. “It's in the past. And… and that's not why I mentioned it." he took a deep breath, lowering his voice again. “You remember Hailey and Miriam?" Words and sentences fought for dominance in the man's brain, all trying to find the right combination that would make sense.

<Yeah. What does that have to->

“Well, that night," Thomas interrupted “after the party, a bunch of us… we went… downstairs." The pokemon managed a slight grin, remembering the epic night the four of them spent down there before Thomas' disappearance in the cave. “While down there, one of the pokemon… Fertilised. The, uh… the egg." Jeremy blinked, attempting to process that information. <Specifically, Hailey's Rotom-Dildo-Strap-on-thing…>

<Thomas,> Jeremy's concerned face was back on <Why didn't you tell me?>

“I… there just was never the right time. And.. and after that night, it kinda became a background thing."

<Background Thing?!> Jeremy growled. Several patrons turned to stare at the enraged shiny Kommo-o.

“Just hear me out…" Thomas leant over the table, whispering in an attempt to quieten his Masters voice. “Carmen had a… a really bad time. At the, uh, 'afterparty'." He felt like Jeremy was trying to use Leer on him. “A Druddigon couldn't go the distance. So when we got back to the hotel, and I took my costume off-"

<Costume?> Jeremy's voice lost a bit of it's edge.

“A, uh… Crap." Thomas tried to match the evolution to the correct name, what with that pokemon having such similar variations. “A, Gothorita. When I was taking it off..." He took another deep breath, switching languages in embarrassment <the egg kinda… came out.> Jeremy prompted him with an 'and then' gesture. <Before I knew what to do with it, Carmen was offering… to, y'know…>

<So you made Carmen walk around all this time with someone else's egg inside her?> Jeremy was too astonished to be angry, though Thomas could see it building inside.

<She wanted to, and she did. Until last night.> another - more frustrated - 'and then' gesture forced the man to divulge the happenings of the previous night. <It was a bit of as trial, but we got it out before it hatched and…> “Gem?"

“Yes?" the voice buzzed in his ear.

“Mind coming out to meet Jeremy?" With a burst of static, the Rotom pulled itself out of the implant to float just in front of Jeremy, shocking several people and pokemon not expecting a Rotom to emerge from a man's head.. “Jeremy, Gem. Gem, Jeremy."

<Hiya!> It chirped, smiling broadly at the much larger Kommo-o.

<Hiii…?> Jeremy slurred, the addition of the tiny pokemon coming as a complete surprise.

“Gem here has decided to take up residence in my implant rather than the pokedex, but… yeah. Drake Party member… Ten? Thirteen if we include-"

<We're not including 'him'.> Thomas nodded in understanding at Jeremy's statement, knowing when not to push the issue.

“Look, I know it may seem silly, but Gem here is really special to Carmen. Like, really special. Her child, kind of special…" Thomas sighed <'Our' child, kind of special.> Jeremy's eyes went wide. “I know this is really extreme, even for everything I've done over the last month. But I need you to be on board with this. I wish I'd told you earlier - much earlier - but with everything that's happened-"

<I get it.> Jeremy sighed, realising how much the little pokemon meant to his Thomas. <It might take some time for me to… wrap my head around it. But,> He looked to the curious floating pokemon and smiled <Welcome to the team.> He held a claw out, which the Rotom shook excitedly.

<YAY! I knew I'd like you.> It buzzed around the clandestine lovers. <Thomas told me so much about you!>

<Did he?> Jeremy grinned predatorially, eyebrows waggling.

“Heh, only the 'summary'..." Thomas spoke through gritted teeth, hoping his Master would get the hint. The pokedex on Thomas' wrist chimed, displaying the pokeball healing countdown at 0:00. “Well, time to get the rest of the Drake Party Ten and make a move." Thomas brushed his hand over Jeremy's arm, gently squeezing it affectionately before standing, just before Gem swooped back inside the implant.

Heading out of Seafolk Village, their intended path turned eastward, causing the two to shelter their eyes from the morning sun as they made their way slowly around the island. Every once in a while a wild pokemon would pop out, and Thomas decided it was the perfect time to see what his pokemon could do. However after a particularly ornery Exeggcute almost wiped Dusty out with a single Giga Drain, he quickly got serious with who he was sending out. Unlike route 13 back in Vandimland, the pokemon along this route were tough, and given their experience had probably sent their fair share of trainers packing in days gone by.

There were trainers along the pathway too, some itching for a fight, some resting up after having a battle of their own. Several times Thomas was forced to bring Carmen out to give a physical-move specialist a wakeup call, and even Jeremy saw action when things got dire. Fortunately the sheer number of potions and poketreats he had picked up kept the team moving, and in the process he managed to learn almost his entire roster's moveset; excluding the recently added Quilava and Rotom due to being underleveled, and the human-hating Malamar. He was still not sure what to do with that one.

It took them until early afternoon just to reach Poni Canyon, and by that time Thomas was exhausted. He'd kept the crew - besides Jeremy - inside their balls when not battling, so deciding to stop for a late lunch, he brought all but the Malamar out for a picnic. The Luxray was a little grumpy, but warmed up to the rest over a little while. The Quilava was intrigued by all the pokemon, and despite battling nerves to start with, became great friends with Mac of all pokemon. Despite - or perhaps because of - the bug-type's weakness to fire, Mac seemed quite happy to play with the Quilava through the entire lunchtime rest, and in doing so Thomas was able to identify a couple of the new pokemon's moves.

Once everyone was fed and rested, Thomas remembered their new companion, and coaxed Gem out from their hidey-hole in his pokedex. The entire trip up they'd spent inside the pokedex, learning as much as they could now that wi-fi and the satellite uplink was available given they were outside the cave. The crew were at first surprised, and intrigued as to where Thomas had come across the electric/ghost type. He recounted the egg's acquisition - although altered somewhat for the Quilava's benefit - and how Carmen had been carrying it since Owlra. There were hugs, there were cheers and Carmen was practically glowing with pride.

But although it was fun to have everyone out for the first time since the intense battle on the Silent Whismur, Thomas was reminded of their journey by Jeremy's nervous thousand-yard-stare inland. He gathered the troops once more inside their balls, all spritzed with potions and full of poketreats, before heading into the canyon.

Thomas was taken aback by the beauty of it all. The tall canyon walls kept the harshness of the outside world out, and the lush vegetation and myriad of pokemon inside. Several more trainers blocked their path, but with Jeremy so determined to reach the Totem Kommo-o, their pokemon stood no chance. Fortunately, most of the wild pokemon could tell from Jeremy's stride that today wasn't a good day to try him, so they kept their distance, as did several smarter trainers. Though a couple calling themselves 'elites' managed to put up a bit of a fight.

Through the entire trek the teams newest member Gem kept mostly to themselves, interested only in asking the rare question based off something Thomas said regarding an in-joke with Jeremy. Things like going up against a ditto and Jeremy noping out, or going up against a Chesnaught and wondering why Titan looked different. For the most part they were innocent questions, but some - like the Titan one - required a word away from other trainers to answer.

It was with considerable exhaustion and weary legs that Thomas and Jeremy made their way towards the final chamber of the canyon. Several hours were spent backtracking along barely marked trails and barely-maintained bridges to get where they were, but both of them felt a kind of relief knowing they'd gotten this far. Thomas wondered if this is what it was supposed to feel like as a trainer. Not since route 13 had he felt that rush; of competition and of success. They took a moment to heal up from the assorted scrapes and bruises one gets when hiking a less-travelled trail, before stepping into the cavern.

A growl from beyond the shadows brought the visitor's attention to this place's resident Totem pokemon. <State your business.> Thomas' eyes went wide as he understood the words vibrating through the stone.

But before the man could point this out to his partner, Jeremy replied. <I come seeking guidance.>

With an almighty thud, a large Kommo-o landed on the ground just a few feet in front of them. Thomas was too shocked by the entrance to react, while Jeremy was too wired to flinch. <Really? Just… guidance? No battle?> He asked earnestly, the threat in his voice entirely dissipated. Neither Thomas nor Jeremy were sure of what to say to that. <Shame that. It's been a while.>

Again, before Thomas could comment, Jeremy was back in the conversation. <I have been given a task, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to continue with it.>

<What burdens you so?> The Kommo-o asked, trying to stand a little taller and gauge exactly how many inches Jeremy was besting him by. Jeremy quickly ransacked Thomas' duffel for the Zygarde's cube and held it out. <Oh. That burden.>

Jeremy's eyes went wide. <You know of this?>

<I know of one, though only in legend.> Jeremy slumped, fearing another dead end. <But I am curious as to how you managed to retrieve such a thing, and where from.>

Thomas held his hands up, indicating for his shiny friend to regale his Totem kin. He had gone over it with the Sligoo and Goomy the night before, and again with Una earlier that day. It was only fair Jeremy had his turn. But Jeremy did not start where he thought the pokemon would. And as if he knew his trainer would be shocked by the upcoming revelations, he directed Thomas to take a seat.

<Eight years ago I was hatched… I hatched…> He took a few breaths as though unsure he could say what he needed <I hatched directly beneath a white void.> The Totem Kommo-o gulped a look of recognition coming over his face. Jeremy nodded to him <The wormhole had taken my mother, and I was… outcast.> A chill ran down Thomas' spine.

<You… I remember you.> The Kommo-o took a few steps forward, running a claw along Jeremy's plates.

Jeremy nodded. <You found me, but I was too… sick?> Jeremy swallowed through a dry throat before continuing. <You got me to the Aether foundation, and over time I got better. Thanks to them.> He took another deep breath. <But when I was old enough, they told me my body and mind had been warped by the wormhole. I… I'd not be able to live a 'norma'l life.> Jeremy sighed, collecting himself before continuing. <So I was given the option to join the Rangers in Ryme City. There I could study and eventually become a citizen and maybe find some sort of… purpose.>

<You studied?> Thomas asked, this time getting a quizzical - but overall impressed - look from the Totem pokemon from his use of their tongue.

<It started with basic classes on human society and getting me used to life in a city. After that, the lessons were about finding what role I would be best suited to. The only one I was truly interested in was 'Human/Pokemon Relations'.> Thomas gave his Kommo-o friend a knowing smile, causing the pokemon to blush lightly. <Heh, well, it took a while but eventually they put me into the Ranger's Training Initiative, apparently I scored high enough to qualify for being a full agent.>

Jeremy took another deep breath and rolled his shoulders back in a clanging stretch as he built up to the meat of his tale. <A few years ago the Aether Foundation became aware of an organisation looking into Ultra-Beasts, and specifically the interaction between those pokemon and the energy that spilled from the wormholes. The Unovan Dragon Institute.>

“Colman?" Thomas asked, mouth agape.

Jeremy nodded. <They had apparently discovered something that came through a geographically errant hole, and were studying the traces left behind. The Aether Foundation were apparently surprised when they received a formal request for data regarding the wormholes. Agreeing to share their research in return for whatever information the Dragon Institute had discovered.> The pokemon sighed, shaking his head <But the Foundation's experts could tell the Dragon Institute's data was only part of what they had. They were hiding something.>

Thomas and the Totem Kommo-o looked at each other, they could see where this was going. With sad eyes, Jeremy looked to the ground. <One of the Institute's members was in Galar, doing research in some caves there due to sightings of assorted extremely powerful pokemon. So…> He took a deep breath <So I was sent to Galar, where I would pose as a 'wild' pokemon to be caught by him.>

“Parker?" Thomas was astounded at his companion's tale. Jeremy had been somewhat indignant earlier that day when Thomas revealed the whole 'egg' situation, yet here he had this incredible history of intrigue and espionage.

Jeremy nodded, a mournful sigh built into a sad smile. <He loved unique dragon-types. And as soon as he heard of a huge, shiny Hakamo-o wandering around the Lake of Outrage… he had to see for himself.> He chuckled, remembering simpler times. <He caught me and spent some time 'training' me. I was already well trained, but humoured him to… to sell the part.> Jeremy golped, realising how it sounded out loud. <It took a couple months, but eventually he was comfortable enough to have me out of ball while he slept. When he did… I… I took a look at the files on his laptop and sent what I thought was relevant back to Ranger HQ.>

Thomas stared at his pokemon partner in surprise. Given how he'd praised Parker every time the researcher was mentioned, Jeremy betraying the man seemed almost impossible to fathom. Jeremy could see Thomas' shock and addressed it. <Back then I was doing what I had to. For… for the job. But after that…> He wiped a tear away with a shaky claw <He relied on me more and more, and eventually, He made me his main pokemon. His Salamence - Lucky - caught a particularly horrible Dream Eater and became too traumatised to continue battling. The institute set him free in the fields nearby their headquarters. So for a while it was just me and Parker.>

“So how did you get to Vandimland?" Thomas asked, the distance between Galar and his homeland being quite significant.

<Parker discovered some traces of something he called 'The Maintainer' in those caves. But no matter how hard he looked, he just couldn't find the pokemon in question. When the Institute compared his research to their studies regarding the Unovan Wormhole, they found some similarities. For years they'd treated Parker like some obsessed conspiracy theorist. But his theory was turning out to be true. They gave him full access to the servers, and all the data within.> Jeremy looked at Thomas ashamed.

<You sent the data.> The Totem Kommo-o muttered, seeing the conflict on Jremy's face.

<It was my sole mission. And… I had to.> He cleared his throat, ignoring the next tear to roll down his cheek. <I got the full report to the Rangers, and they told me I'd be extracted within the week. But…> He sighed <I decided to stay. I wanted to stay with Parker. I wanted to be… with him.>

Thomas stood, wrapping an arm around his lover to comfort him. Jeremy reciprocated the hug and after a minute or so, returned to the story. <Some of their research mentioned tales of ancient pokemon in Vandimland, which piqued Parker's interest. Few of the researchers at an institute that sees snow half the year wanted to run an expedition in a nation full of deserts. So they were happy to let Parker take the lead. They didn't expect him to actually find anything.> Jeremy turned to stare at the Duffel bag, and Zye's unconventional home within. <But he did.>

From there, Jeremy recounted the events of the Rocket Rising attack on Parker's camp, meeting Thomas, and their trek across the outback to the coast and beyond. Given the times Jeremy spent in his ball, Thomas was able to add the relevant info to the tale, but left the Kommo-o to tell the bulk of it himself. <And that leads us to… now.>

The rich orange glow of sunset filled the cavern with a cool warmth as the Totem pokemon rose from his seat, having pondered Jeremy's journey. <So what you're telling me,> It said, voice recovering some of that booming bass they'd heard upon arriving <Is that you have been entrusted with the care of several pokemon, seeking to better yourself and them not for your benefit, but theirs?> Jeremy hesitated before nodding. <And you are wondering how to get through the journey ahead unmolested,> Thomas blushed a little at that, thankful the Totem pokemon wasn't paying attention to him <but with enough authority to deal with problems as they come in the eyes of the Human system?>

Jeremy looked nervously from Thomas to the Kommo-o. <Yyyyeeees?>

The Totem Kommo-o grinned mischievously as it stretched, slapping its thighs in amusment. <You sound like a trainer to me.> Before Jeremy could react to those words, the Totem pokemon stomped the ground, dust billowing up into the air to reveal the markings of an arena along the ground. Jeremy looked to Thomas for help, but all he got was a roar from the Totem in response. <Not him, YOU!> A thick silvery claw was pointed straight at Jeremy.

Before the shiny Kommo-o could react, Thomas had slipped off one of his thigh holsters and lobbed it at Jeremy. On it was one standard pokeball, a great ball and a dive ball. The scratch down the hinge of the first one clued Jeremy in to its owner as he looked in thanks to his trainer. <Okay, you can do this…> he mumbled to himself.

<Remember, you cannot fight, only your pokemon can.> He backed up, smacking the wall as a Hakamo-o and Scizor dropped from the cavern roof. <I'll forgo my usual battle structure, as this will technically be your first. But that does not mean I'll go easy on you.> He looked to the holster in Jeremy's hand. <Perfect. Three on three. I'll give you a moment to speak to your friends, but do not leave me waiting long.>

Jeremy looked to Thomas in a panic, the man running over to give Jeremy what help he could. “I have so many questions, but they can wait." Thomas admitted, giving Jeremy as big a hug as he could the eight foot tall pokemon. “Okay, The Scizor is weak to flying, so get Griff on him as soon as. Whirlwind, Agility and Air slash seem to be his main set, I'm not sure of his fourth." Thomas hated admitting to his lack of knowledge, but he didn't get much of a chance to see him fight on the way up thanks to his meds being low.

“Squishy's not exceptional in this fight, his typing puts him to the advantage against all three, but he's got no Flying moves as far as I can tell. Uhhhh…" Thomas pulled up his notes. “Crunch, Whirlpool, Aqua Tail and Scary Face. That's what you've got to work with. As for Carmen?" He sighed. They both knew Carmen had been trying to train up a bit, and the occasional wild pokemon or trainer was fun, but this was a serious fight. “We could swap her out for-"

<No.> Jeremy took a deep breath. <More than any other she should be out here, with me. I cannot hide behind your pokemon, I'm responsible for her.>

“Counter, Protect, Rain Dance, Aqua Tail." Thomas sighed, relenting to his Master's decision. “Maybe have her face off against the Scizor instead of Griff? I doubt it'll have any super effective moves to throw at her, and-" Jeremy turned Thomas to face him, staring the man down. “Use counter against the fighting moves, they won't know what hit 'em." Risking the Totem's judgement, Thomas leaned up to kiss Jeremy on the muzzle, whispering “Good luck" before backing off to a safe distance.

As Jeremy summoned his trio forth, the Totem looked to Thomas curiously before giving him a nod, a wink and a smile. But when he turned back, he was somewhat taken aback by the three pokemon before him. <An interesting choice indeed.> He nodded in approval before gesturing to his allies to take up position. <This should prove a rather enjoyable battle.>

Carmen looked to Thomas, a mix of fear and excitement across her face as he gave her a thumbs up. Then with a roar that shook the entire canyon, it began.

Thomas felt so very out of his element as the two sides dashed towards each other. When in control and giving the orders, it was as though he was looking at everything in a kind of slow motion. He could see all the pieces and moved them across the board with his words. But with Jeremy at the helm, it felt like chaos. Not through the pokemon's lack of leadership - far from it - but on the sidelines everything looked so… different.

<Rain Dance!> Squishy leapt in front of Carmen as she stomped the ground repeatedly, the blue serpent taking a blast of sound from the Kommo-o's clanging scales while being shouted at by the Hakamo-o getting worked up. Griff soared overhead, launching a volley of razor sharp air currents at the Scizor, who was racing around to flank the Goodra while she danced.

The Jangmo-o wound back for an uppercut, but Squishy managed to jerk his body sideways fast enough to dodge the telegraphed attack, before swinging back around in tandem with Carmen to hit the two dragon kin with a joint Aqua Tail. With the Scizor leering up at Griff, the Noivern pelted it again with another Air slash, followed almost immediately by a gust of air building to a whirlwind.

Spotting the airborne menace, Kommo-o turned its attention upwards, blasting towards Griff with a well-timed Clanging scales. But Jeremy followed the pokemon's gaze and was ready. <Protect Griff!> He shouted, and Carmen responded a split second before the Totem pokemon could bring his cacouphanus plating to bear. The attack was visibly dampened against a shimmering purple wall above the Goodra's head. <Whirlpool!> Jeremy followed up with a command for Squishy, as the Gyarados worked it's tail along the water-soaked ground.

The Hakamo-o was too fast, and managed to sidestep the attack before lunging in for another attempt at a Sky Uppercut, which sent Squishy sailing into the cavern roof. <GAH! Scary face!> Jeremy panicked, but chose well as the sight of a rapidly descending and rather furious Gyarados caused the Hakamo-o to almost freeze in place. <Crunch!>

“GOO!" Carmen squealed as Jeremy remembered the battle wasn't just Squishy and the Hakamo-o. He wondered how Thomas managed to keep track of everything in his other matches. He scanned the cavern, spotting Carmen pulling herself up after being thrown against the wall, but he wasn't sure how. The Kommo-o was striding over with purpose, and Carmen looked in a state of panic. He could withdraw her, but still felt he needed to prove to the Kommo-o - as well as Carmen herself - that he could do this. He was responsible.

Seeing the Totem pokemon rearing back for another Clanging Scales, Jeremy shouted <Protect!> Just in time. The aural assault bounced harmlessly off the wall. <Air Slash!> He shouted to Griff, pointing not at the Scizor, but at the Kommo-o. Before the massive dragon knew what was happening, it had been shoved several feet to the side by a cutting wind. He looked furious but also kinda amused as he zeroed in on Griff. Jeremy knew Carmen's protect was not ready yet - repeated moves taking their toll on the pokemon using them was something Jeremy had seen firsthand, to devastating effect - which meant Griff was entirely unprotected when the Kommo-o's Clanging Scales finally hit home.

The Noivern was sent slamming against the cavern ceiling before falling down into the clutches of a merciless Scizor. Carmen - enraged by the sight of her friend being smashed by metal claws over and over - swept the Kommo-o aside with a critical Aqua Tail before striding over to the bug type. It brought it's claw to bear against Griff again, but instead of connecting with the bruised ribcage of the Noivern's chest, it instead found itself in the grip of a particularly wobbly Goodra.

She held the claw tight before spinning her body, delivering a point blank Aqua Tail hard enough to send the Scizor scattered amongst the dirt and rocks. A Noivern swooped down from above to grab the limp Scizor and drag it back into the darkness. Seeing the battle down to two on the opposing side, Jeremy saw it only fit to withdraw Griff. The noivern had fought well, but he was in no condition to continue.

Having finally pried himself free of the Gyarados' jaws, the Hakamo-o attempted another sky uppercut, but was smacked aside by a particularly jovial Aqua Tail from the faux-dragon. For what it was worth, Squishy was enjoying the fight seemingly as much as the Totem Kommo-o. The Hakamo-o took the hit, and the next, and the next. But Jeremy knew what that look meant. He shouted to Carmen <Counter!> while pointing at the Hakamo-o. She was already on her way to help her new lover, and when the grey and gold pokemon wound back to deliver it's brutal blow, Carmen stepped in to take the punch.

But she was not prepared for the intense force behind her assailant's strike. Her body bulged and rippled, a crater of flesh pushing out like a shockwave from her midsection. It flowed around her body to her tail before rebounding back inwards, striking the Hakamo hard enough to send both it and Carmen crashing to the ground several yards from the impact. Both Jeremy and Thomas looked on in horror as Carmen attempted to stand, but couldn't find the energy. The pokemon wasn't about to subject his friend to more abuse, and called her back with a tap. The Totem Kommo-o seemed to feel the same way about his kin, directing a Noivern to swoop down and retrieve the poor Hakamo-o.

And then there were two.

Squishy and the Kommo-o squared off in the centre of the arena. As the Totem pokemon stared at the last of his opponents, his scales began to glow. Jeremy froze. Surely he was not about to do what he thought he was. He looked to Thomas, but the man was just as horrified. Before he could react the Kommo-o swung his arms together and clapped, a blinding flash erupting through the arena as the light cascaded into Squishy's body.

The Gyarados was knocked back several feet, reeling from the impact while trying to stare down his opponent through the blinding haze left behind by the attack. But Instead he was struck again and again by it. <Aqua tail!> Jeremy shouted, realising Squishy needed a third party to help him get through it. The first swing missed, the Kommo-o leaping over it. But the lack of follow-up attack from the dragon type allowed Squishy to clear his vision, letting loose another rain dance charged aqua tail, sending the Totem pokemon sliding against the muddy ground.

<Whirlpool!> With the Kommo-o knocked prone, it was easy for Squishy to swing it up into the mud-filled whirlpool, and after a few moments Jeremy got his stride back and continued with commands. <Aqua tail!> The Kommo-o was knocked down again, struggling to get up. When he looked to check where his opponent was, Jeremy took the opportunity. <Scary Face!> The terrifying visage of the Atrocious pokemon bearing down on the Kommo-o caused him to shiver. <Crunch!> Before he could roll out of the way, the massive jaws crashed down around his armour plated ankles.

Squishy squinted when he saw the massive armoured claw of the Totem Kommo-o raise up to strike him, but was relieved when instead of unleashing some painful attack it instead tapped him several times on the nose. <I yield.> The Kommo-o groaned.

Jeremy was almost too stunned to notice Thomas fling him two potion bottles from the sidelines. The pokemon caught them - barely - and quickly dashed over to the two fighters, Squishy looking apologetically at the bleeding bite mark. Jeremy unloaded both bottles - one for each combatant - as he made sure the Totem Kommo-o was alright. <We have more, we can see to your allies easily.> He reassured the older pokemon.

<Heh, they'll be fine.> The Kommo-o grunted, standing cautiously on the wounded leg. Thomas could see the flesh slowly reknitting itself thanks to the potion's effects, but he was still concerned. Sensing the man's worry the battered pokemon waved the concern away. <So will I. We have our own ways of healing out here.> He made his way over to a section of the cavern wall deep enough to sit in and collapsed with a huff. <An excellent match, that.> He gestured toward a small plinth along one wall. <Usually, a trainer who completed the trial would take that.>

Thomas walked over to look at the object on the plinth. It looked like some deep blue hued crystal, pointy but seemingly carved that way. Squishy joined him, staring into the almost impossibly saturated colour with greedy eyes. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could tell by looking at it that it was powerful. Jeremy - spotting a potential problem - balled the Gyarados before it could do something they'd regret. Blinking through the bright flash of red, Thomas uttered “It looked amazing."

To the Kommo-o's amusement, the man didn't pick it up. He smiled, a modicum of respect for Thomas growing. <Yes, well I doubt it would be of too much interest to you two.> the Totem pokemon said, noticing no appropriate jewellery that would allow the proper use of the item. <However, I feel I have something that may be of more interest.> He slid some rocks aside, reaching into a hidden compartment for a leather tube. He handed it to Jeremy. <Hand this to Una. She will understand.>

<What is it?> Jeremy asked, turning the tube over in his claws. It was not too long, maybe the length of Thomas' forearm, and about as wide. One end had a section attached to a buckle, no doubt a lid but he had no idea what it contained.

<With that, you become a trainer. Officially.> Before Jeremy could react Thomas leapt at him, sweeping the shiny Kommo-o up into a huge hug.

<I… I…> Jeremy was lost for words. <Thank you.> He seemed baffled by the concept, but managed to get enough of himself together to give the Totem pokemon a respectful bow. <So… it's…>

<It's a Totem Seal.> The Kommo-o sighed, smiling at his worthy opponent. <Two years ago, Alola was visited by representatives from Ryme City.> Jeremy looked surprised. <I guess it would have happened after you left, it was supposedly big news when it happened. The visiting trainers and their partner pokemon had a meeting with the Kahunas, and in the interest of improving Pokemon/Human relations across Alola, a deal was struck. Should any Kahuna or Totem come across a pokemon worthy of the title of Trainer, they would be granted that status as long as at least one of each could agree. Although there has already been one other - from Akala island - you will be the first to receive 'my' nomination.>

“You can be a trainer!" Thomas elated, hugging the shocked Jeremy again.

The Kommo-o looked from Thomas to Jeremy. <How long?> with neither of them catching on to the obvious, he added <Have you two been…?> He clasped his claws together suggestively.

The yellow of Jeremy's skin flushed almost as pink as his plates. He cleared his throat before answering. <Just… just a month.> The Totem Kommo-o looked in surprise at the two before nodding his approval.

<I know it is not a pairing the larger world is ready for, but you have my blessing.> He chuckled, patting both Jeremy and Thomas on the back from where he was sitting. Thomas gleefully wrapped an arm through Jeremy's. The Totem turned to Thomas <You seem a man of much experience. Would you know of our credo?>

Eyes were on Thomas as he cleared his throat, turning to face the Totem. <Arceus above all, followed by Pokemon and Trainers beneath them.> He stated as best he could in the newly learned language. He looked to Jeremy to see if he got the words right and was given a pat on the shoulder in response.

<You do not mind if your orders are superceded by the needs of other pokemon?>

Thomas weighed the words, the meaning heavy on his heart given recent events. “I have seen a lot of cruelty in the last few months. Cruelty to Pokemon and cruelty to humans. Pokemon fighting - killing - all for one man's benefit." Thomas concentrated, trying to form the right words in his mind. “Some humans treat you with respect, with kindness, but others… to them you're just another weapon." He sighed, shaking his head. <You need each other. And I would never stand between that.>

<The reason I asked for your 'position' on our belief, is there are some things I must discuss with Jeremy privately. There are aspects of his tale that must be addressed, and guidelines for the future that must be understood.>

Thomas smiled, giving Jeremy's arm a squeeze before letting go. “Take all the time you need. I think one of the trainers mentioned they were camping in a nearby section of the canyon tonight, I'll set the tent up there." he faced the Totem Kommo-o and bowed <Thank you again, for everything.> Then he reached out for Jeremy's muzzle, pulling the pokemon down into a passionate - but brief - kiss. <I love you.> He whispered before turning to leave.

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The Electivire piloted his former master's personal airship across the waves, the dark of night helping to obscure the black dirigible while its proximity to the water below would keep it off of radar for the most part. He looked at the rage-filled visage of his Magmortar brother, the silence between them having spoken volumes over the days following their trainer's death.

Fortunately the airship was stocked with the bare essentials - poketreats, potions and the like - but the lack of any pokeballs initially presented a problem regarding the light transport. It was taking far more charge to keep their bulky bodies airborne in the supposedly one-man craft, and while the electric-type could refill the batteries over time, they weren't designed to take that heavy a current so quickly. Two of the six had burst during the first attempt, and the rest were degrading fast. If they did not reach land soon, they would be in a great deal of trouble.

<I'll need to ascend again, we're almost out.> The Electivire grumbled, tapping the analog gauge.

<I can't stop thinking about it.> The Magmortar growled.

<About… 'It'?>

<What was it?> Anger and fear fought for control over the fire-type's tone.

The Electivire sighed. <I don't know. I…> He took a deep breath as he looked out across the endless ocean with bloodshot eyes. He'd been awake for days by then, and although he had potions and treats to keep him physically healthy, the mental strain was starting to take its toll.

<The way it moved. Those shapes.>

<I know.>

<I've seen them before.>

The Electivire nodded, sighing <I know. We both did.>

The Magmortar turned to his brother, rage in his eyes. <Why didn't you->

<What?!> The Electivire shouted, halting the aircraft. <Why didn't I what? Tell you what it looked like? Tell you what I saw? Tried to fight it? YOU WERE THERE!> Electricity crackled along his fur.

The two pokemon stared at each other, the tension tangible in the air until the Magmortar, realising they were both being unnecessarily angry, pat the other on the shoulder. <Sorry.> He offered his sparking friend. <I never thought we'd… that we wouldn't have…>

The Electivire brought the Magmortar into a tight hug. <It's okay.> They held the comforting pose for a short while before he huffed. <We just have to focus on what's next.>

<What's next?> The Magmortar asked, confused. <What's- We're in the middle of the ocean, trainerless, no doubt being hunted by… that thing. What are we supposed to do next? Who would help us?>

The Electivire sighed, seating himself at the aircrafts controls properly. <There's only one person that might understand.> He set the aircraft to rise to 500 feet in preparation for shutting it down to recharge. <Do you remember our master's last order?>

<Find Thomas Drake?> The Magmortar offered, his eyes going wide as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

The Electivire cracked his knuckles. <Find. Thomas. Drake.>

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