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My life as a dimension-hopping mad scientist (Jumpchain SI)

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In my previous Jumpchain run, I went with Evil Bastard! Jump-Chan. In this timeline, I got canon...
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    In my previous Jumpchain run, I went with Evil Bastard! Jump-Chan. In this timeline, I got canon nice Jump-Chan. Now let's begin.
    I was in my bedroom trying to get to sleep, when I felt a slight change in the air. The next thing I knew, a regal-looking lady (she was hard to describe) stepped out of a gap in reality and asked "So, would you like to go on an adventure, possibly lasting several lifetimes?"

    I already knew enough about this sort of thing to immediately ask "Are there any more details I need to know about before I decide?"

    She nodded and said "I looked at that Jumpchain thing on your world's internet, and I decided that I'd give it a go in the role of Jump-Chan. So, do you want to go Jumping?"

    I sighed and said "It's complicated. I want to go, but at the same time I don't want to risk losing my shot at the life I've got ahead of me here."

    She nodded and said "I understand, if you want I can come back tomorrow when you've made your decision perhaps?"

    At this I chuckled and said "That isn't what I was thinking at all. I was wondering if, instead of moving me to the new universe, you could copy-paste?"

    Comprehension dawned, and she grinned, saying "Alright, I can arrange that. Anything else before we get started?"

    I nodded, and said "First, a question. Is Pokemon still a mandatory first Jump?"

    She nodded and said "Hey, I'm playing by the rules someone else thought up because I though it would be fun!"

    "Alright then, can you arrange for me and my copy to share memories, and perhaps mental powers on a regular basis? Also, could I get a Cosmic Warehouse before I go to Pokemon please?"

    She nodded and said "Sure thing, Anyways, I'm going to scamper now and go get the other players set up."

    And with that, she disappeared and I went to sleep.
    When I awoke next, I was in a barren warehouse, and there was Jump-Chan again. She said "Alright, I've duplicated you. Anyways, I believe it's time to design your warehouse", and with that she handed me the sheet. I ticked off my options, and the Warehouse changed around me. Along the 'left' wall, a few sub-rooms came into existence, with basic signs next to the door. One was 'housing unit #1', another was 'medical bay', and the last was 'workshop'. I felt the next change in the air around me, which suddenly went from freezing cold to a comfortable 295.372 Kelvin.

    The last changes were deep within me, as I suddenly felt a deep connection to this place like I could come back to it from anywhere at all. Jump-Chan shook me out of my introspection when she said "Just so you know, I'm packaging all your powers with some instinctive knowledge on how to use them. Anyways, I'm leaving you with the Pokemon Jump CYOA now, gotta go finalize the other 23 people who decided to go Jumping."
     
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    • -mechanic
    -technician
    -Basic Robotics
    -Enhanced I.C. Chips
    -Robot Master Builder
    -For Everlasting Peace
    -Aura (Pokemon version)
    -Physical Fitness
    -Freerunning
    -Civilian Mode
    +600 cp
    Build: Medium
    Body Type: Athlete (500 left)
    Stats
    -Strength: 0 2 from physical fitness purchased in Pokemon
    -Endurance: 4 (300 left)
    -Speed: 4 (2 from body type)(200 left)
    -Dexterity: 4 (2 from body type)(100 left)
    -Appeal: 0
    -Shape: 0
    -Sense: 2 (0 left)
    Perks
    -Flexibility 1 (free from body type)
    -Carl: An Eevee that knows Psychic. Has evolved into a Jolteon that knows Psychic. [CONTACT LOST]
    -Remix: A sapient robot assistant from Mega Man. A prototype combat model I constructed prior to overthrowing Wily.
    None yet. I'll fix that soon enough.
    -bigger on the inside bag (Free)
    -pokegear (Free)
    -pokedex (Free)
    -pokeballs (Free)
    -potions (Free)
    -red hat (Free)
    -HM collection
    -Bicycle
    -Handgun
    -Rebreather
    -Parachute
    -Medical Kit
    -Welding Torch
    -50K pokedollars
    -Plasma Buster
    -Total Conversion reactor
    -Total Conversion bomb
    -Degenerate Energy Cell (how Pokeballs can store all that energy in such a small space)
    -Laser weaponry
    -Replicators
    -Quantum Resolution Scanners (for getting new Replicator patterns)
    -Powered Armor
    -Basic Robots
    -General Purpose holographic displays
    -Electricity
    -Plumbing
    -Heat/AC
    -Medbay
    -Workshop
    -Housing
    -Food Supply
    -Portal
    -Link
    -General purpose hologram/replicator based design suite
    -Industrial Fabricator
    -20 meter Degenerate Energy Cell to feed replicators (maximum capacity of 94 gigatons mass)
    -Replicator booth to rapidly apply/remove power armor
    -Airlock for portals to space
    -faux function hall
    -Faulty Power Core (fixed by Doctor Wily)
    -Comm Chatter
    -Small town (Pokemon Trainer)
    -Light Number (Mega Man Classic)(apparent age: 14)(Apparent gender: female)
     
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    • Rolling 1d8 for location
    rolled 4: Sinnoh
    Rolling 1d8+9 for age
    rolled 15
    I woke up one day, and suddenly had an entire second set of memories deep in my mind. I groaned, and used a small Aura barrier to get my bedsheets off in a manner somewhat resembling telekinesis, before I sat up on the edge of my bed. I, child prodigy and Aura user of Twinleaf Town, was now remembering an entire different life to the one I had lived. Or was it the other way around, with me having come to this world and gained these new memories?

    I put this aside for the time being, and went to have breakfast. Screw existential angst, I'm hungry, and I smell homemade Chili. Carl (my Eevee companion) followed me downstairs psychically asking me "What's for breakfast?"

    I told him "Probably some of the Chili that Mom made last weekend after a reheat, that stuff is always better after a couple days in the fridge."

    Carl enthusiastically agreed, doing a little flip in midair. This proved to be quite warranted, as the Chili proved to be just the right combination of spicy and the other flavors to be completely delicious. I gently wiped Carl's face clean of Chili smears with a wisp of Aura, and he answered "Thank you!"

    Mom said "Now you two be good at school, alright." I nodded, and got on my bicycle to ride to school, Carl leaping into the cushioned basket on back that acted as his seat and fumbling with the special helmet we'd gotten for him. School went well, with us studying Algebra, History, and some other stuff.

    On the way home however, a couple goons jumped out at me from behind a bush. I swerved out of the way, and they threw Pokeballs to deploy a Bidoof and a Kricketot. I instinctively recoiled from the unfamiliar Pokemon, and hopped off my bike, Carl following suit and staring down the Galactic Grunt's Pokemon.

    One of the goons guffawed and said "Look kid, the boss said he wanted you, and if you think one little Eevee is going to stop us, think again!"

    Behind my back, I drew my handgun with my right hand and started forming an Aura sphere with my left, I then shouted "Blast 'em Carl!" The Goon's jaws dropped as the Kricketot had its mind smashed by a telepathic assault, and that left them open for me to blast one in the face with an aura sphere which caved in his skull when it exploded, and put a bullet in the brain of the second. The Bidoof cowered in fear briefly, before running off into the bushes.

    I looked to Carl and said "We really need to get home ASAP, these guys are part of a larger outfit (how did I know that?) and they're likely to target Mom as revenge!"

    Carl shot back "Now if only there were a faster way than the bike!" as we got onto said conveyance.

    Something from the other life's memories dredged up and I said "I have an idea!" before concentrating on going back to that warehouse. Suddenly, a gap in reality opened in front of us, leading to the warehouse. I now concentrated on going home, and another portal opened, which we again rode through. When we got home, the house was burning to the ground, and Mom was laying there on the ground retching from smoke and bleeding profusely from the deep lacerations all over her body.

    I ran over to her, my portals blinking out from lack of concentration. She moaned and said "I'm done for, I'll never make it to a hospital in time and the blood loss is just too fast. Just promise me you'll destroy whoever caused this, alright?" I just stood there wracking my brain for a way to save Mom for 12 seconds when something occurred to me. I now made a portal directly below us, into the Warehouse's medical bay, and used a stretcher of Aura to gently lift her into the position marked 'Patient goes here'.

    The machinery hummed to life, and she was soon encased in a tank filled with some sort of regenerative fluid. Using the Aura senses I'd foolishly neglected earlier, I determined that she was confused, happy, shocked, and currently anesthetized. Though there was comfortable housing available in the Warehouse, me and Carl slept in the medical bay that night while we waited for Mom to be revived. Those 9 days of waiting were some of the most stressful and tear-filled I'd ever experienced in either life.
     
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    • Pokemon year 1, Month 2.
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    • When Mom got out of the regeneration pod she was still unconscious. I used the Aura stretcher again to gently bring her over to the bed in the housing section. I gently tucked her in, marveling at how there weren't even any scars to show her previous injuries. She was still a bit pale, the Respirocyte-loaded fluid the medbay used for a blood substitute not having any color of its own.

    Still, she was safe now, meaning me and Carl could take a deep breath, collect our wits, and begin plotting vengeance. Ultimately, what we decided on was extremely disproportionate yet still poetic retribution. They had tried to destroy everything and everyone I held most dear, and we would return the favor by tracking down and killing every. single. member. of Team Galactic. In addition to that, anything we found that belonged to them, we would destroy utterly.

    My other-life memories had updated with what I was tempted to call 'metaknowledge', and I now knew that the closest Team Galactic facility existed in Eterna city, but their main base was in Veilstone city. We drew up an attack plan, before going in, I'd want some heavier ordnance. We'd also need some more training to be able to absolutely murderize anything in our way.

    Mom wandered in partway through and asked "What are you two up to?"

    Carl answered "We're scheming to blow up a Team Galactic facility and kill everyone inside. We're currently a bit stumped on what to use for the bomb."

    I elaborated "I want to make the biggest and most unstable batch of artificial hellfire I can safely shove through my portal. It's going to be a two-stage device with a massive explosive charge, which also serves to ignite a blob of incendiary whatever. I've pretty much decided on using ANFO for the main explosive, given I know all the ingredients, and for the incendiary I'd prefer something truly hellish like Chlorine Trifluouride or FOOF. However, it looks like I'll have to go with gasoline."

    Mom blinked and said "Young man, I know what they almost succeeded in doing, but don't you think this is going too far?"

    I nodded and answered "Of course I'm going too far, but they did it first. I've already figured out what'll happen if we go to the authorities. There'll be an investigation and a few, perhaps a few dozen arrests, but the organization known as Team Galactic will still exist and still keep hurting people. The only way to stop that is to annihilate them entirely, all of them have to die, preferably in ways that make them examples."

    Mom shuddered and said "I can't say I approve of this, but some part of me deeply agrees with your reasoning. Fine, I'll help you make a small bomb. You can do whatever you want to any Team Galactic assets, but if you so much as scratch anyone outside that organization I'll make your life hell."

    I raised my eyebrows at this and asked "You have demolitions experience?"

    She answered "Back when I was young and misguided, I did a few years of military service with a bunch of Fire types on my belt, and some of their pyromania rubbed off on me. Believe me, I've made my share of things that go boom over the years. Ever wonder why the Fletcher's house burned down after their boy broke both your legs that one time and they had to move?"

    And with that we went through the Warehouse's sparse chemical supplies again, and Mom picked out several chemicals off the shelves, which we brought back to the workshop to include in the bomb. It was honestly terrifying the expertise she had with making stuff blow up and burn at hellish temperatures while spewing clouds of horrifically lethal toxic gas.

    It took a week, but Mom completed the bomb, while me and Carl figured out where to deploy it and how we'd go about killing anyone that escaped. We also put a lot of time and effort into figuring out how we'd get any innocents out of the building before we bombed it, but the metaknowledge informed me that there wouldn't be any.

    It was done, the bomb was complete, and I used a bit of upper atmosphere surveillance to portal directly into the building's basement. I set up the charge how Mom had shown me, activated the timer for 20 seconds, and disappeared back into the Warehouse. While in there I formed some new Aura barriers, these ones sheathing my body in an articulated set of force fields that would protect me from most of the abuse that could possibly come my way. I called it my Aura armor.

    I couldn't keep it up for long, but it was long enough for me to portal back out of the Warehouse on the street to a scene of absolute chaos. The Aura armor concealed my face as I waded forwards into the smoke, handgun at the ready. Team Galactic's building was a pile of burning toxic rubble, elegantly collapsed into its own foundation. There were a few individuals in Team Galactic uniforms outside the burning rubble, most of them writhing in helpless agony. I put them out of their misery with a double tap to the head each, saving Aura by not bothering to use any to end their lives.

    One of them wouldn't stay down however, she responded to the code-name Jupiter according to the metaknowledge. She managed to haul herself to her feet, and deployed both her Golbat and Skuntank at once. I didn't bother with any hammy grandstanding, and neither did she. Carl blasted the Zubat with Psychic, while I fired 3 shots from my handgun at Jupiter's center of mass.

    Jupiter just barely stumbled out of the way, her left leg giving out as she did so. I fired until my magazine was empty, and walked towards her to make sure. The Skuntank darted in front of me then, and I could feel my Aura starting to run out. I called Carl to me and we both vanished into the portal.
     
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    • Pokemon Year 1, chapter 3
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    • The beginnings of my annihilation of Team Galactic had been set in motion, but if I wanted to continue I would need more resources. To this end, we settled in Canalave city for the next two months, covering most of the distance by portal. Mom managed to navigate the maze of paperwork related to our whereabouts for the last month and acquire a job as a Barista, while I stealthily looted the local scrapyard for useful materials to invent with. Mom also managed to find us a decent apartment to help eliminate any suspicion that may have accrued as a result of blatantly living in the Warehouse.

    While my handgun had seen me well so far, the fact was I was starting to worry about running out of bullets. Fortunately, I had a nice example of technology to go off that meant I might have a ray gun in the near future. Namely, Pokeballs.

    Pokeballs worked by converting their victim into some variety of energy, while saving their structure down to the quantum level. They were in all honesty quite obscenely advanced, given that they could induce total mass-energy conversion at range and store what seemed to be an utterly arbitrary amount of energy without increasing in mass in the slightest. What I was doing was re-configuring a Pokeball to act as a mass-energy conversion reactor, with the energy being directed into a highly lethal laser beam.

    I'd originally intended for it to scramble the quantum structure of whatever I pointed it at and melt it into a useless slurry, but that had run into some issues. The final result looked absolutely stupid, basically being a Pokeball with a pistol grip, stock, laser resonance cavity and some optics effectively duct-taped on, but I had a death ray now. A nigh-invisible one too, given that the beam was right on the edge of being in the Ultraviolet and didn't have enough energy to suffer real Blooming issues.

    Sure it was only a 40 kilowatt laser, but that was more than enough to blow someone's head off given its 2 cm diameter. Another limitation had to do with cooling, the actual lasing medium was only 30% efficient, and all that extra waste heat had to be dumped often. This resulted in the thing having a bulky radiator array on the bottom of the 'barrel', and even with that it could only fire for 8 seconds before needing to cool down for 30. I 'remedied' this by configuring the weapon to fire on semi-auto with 0.1 second pulses, which were about as powerful as a good rifle shot. I also added a 5 'round' burst mode.

    Testing it on the improvised firing range revealed it to be quite a bit different from a normal firearm in terms of behavior, but after a couple hundred shots I was pretty good with it. The trajectory was completely flat, the beams reached their targets effectively instantly, and the weapon was pretty much silent when it was working properly.

    Regardless of mad science cliches I gladly partook in, I also took the time to explore Canalave outside the scrapyard. It really was a beautiful city, and I found myself drifting around the city just taking in the sights. My daily schedule soon settled into a sort of rhythm. In the morning I woke up at 6:00, had breakfast with Mom, went to study at the library until lunch time (mostly various fields of advanced physics, mathematics, and engineering), and had lunch in the Warehouse. In the afternoon I spent a couple hours exploring the city via freerunning with Carl in tow, before I went to work on training my Aura in the safety of the Warehouse. I would eat dinner with Mom at 6:30, and then spend a few hours working on my equipment until I went to bed at 9:30.

    I was shaken out of this routine after two months, as I found a familiar face near the Canalave Gym. Lucas stared at me for a few moments before saying "Hey, I remember you, you're that crazy kid from back in Twinleaf with the Aura powers and the psychic Eevee!" At this, Carl's ears went from their normal perky upright position into a down-low embarrassed one.

    Carl had basically given us away with that, so I replied "Yeah, we moved here a few months after you left. Curiously, how's your adventure been?" Carefully omitting several crucial details, and at the same time changing the topic.

    He answered "Things have been fine for the most part, I've been all over most of Sinnoh and gotten 5 badges so far. Weirdest thing though, back when I was visiting Eterna city, I had just found out about Team Galactic doing something nasty in their basement there, but when I came back to help on a raid, the whole place had collapsed into a burning toxic wreck and I saw a blue-glowing figure with a pistol and an Eevee disappearing into some kind of portal."

    I managed to keep my cool and said "Yeah, that is kinda weird. What's the toughest gym leader you've faced anyway?" Just keep changing the topic, and don't let him see Carl's embarrassed look.

    After some thought Lucas answered "Probably Roark. Yes I know everyone calls him a wimp, but gym battles are held to a different set of rules. As my first Gym Leader, I didn't really have any clue what in the world I was doing, and he beat me a couple times before I figured out what to do. That reminds me, I was about to take on Byron today. Want to watch?"

    I replied "No thanks, I have some other stuff I need to get done at the moment." Lucas accepted this, and walked into the gym. That was too close, he could have figured out some of my recent activities.
    ...
    Crap, this is the sixth Gym. Team Galactic will be entering their endgame soon if the butterflies haven't messed everything up.
     
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    • Yes! Another jumpchain fic. Liked and watched, off to a good start. How exactly does the copying thing work? Just a copy of you goes off to adventure while the other stays home and gains powers in the meantime? Isn't your home dimension supposed to be timelocked in jumpchain?
     
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    Yes! Another jumpchain fic. Liked and watched, off to a good start. How exactly does the copying thing work? Just a copy of you goes off to adventure while the other stays home and gains powers in the meantime? Isn't your home dimension supposed to be timelocked in jumpchain?
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    Jump-Chan decided to be a bit flexible. Also, the only thing getting shared home is memories and mental abilities.
     
    Pokemon Year 1, Chapter 4
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    • If I wanted to stop Cyrus' plot to destroy the world, I would need to act fast. That's why when I got back to my tinkering I began making an alarm system using an infrared laser tripwire, powered by another one of my Pokeball reactors. I was supremely tempted to put together a few landmines or an autolaser turret, but I wasn't good enough at making AI to make those discriminate between targets yet without an IFF, and I didn't want to accidentally kill someone besides Team Galactic.

    I managed to put together three of them, and make an app for my Pokegear that would give me an alarm if one of them was tripped, along with telling me which one got tripped. I then used Warehouse portals to quickly scale Mount Coronet, all the way to the summit. When I got there, I found the Spear Pillar to be deserted, and it was with mixed feelings that I noticed it to not be hidden at all. Perhaps I should blow it up? A total-conversion warhead made from a Pokeball would certainly have enough boom behind it.

    No, I could feel the sheer importance of this place, it was in the air. If I blew it up, the consequences would be literally world-shaking, and I didn't want a pair (or possibly trio, depending on if the ripples reached the Distortion World) of pissed off Legendary Pokemon after me. So I simply set up my alarms. The first was at the entrance to what I termed the 'temple area' itself, and was designated as Red. The next was a quarter of the way down the mountain on the easiest path. I designated it as Yellow. Green was about the same ways down on the second easiest path.

    There was also a significant possibility of Team Galactic arriving by air, and for that eventuality I wanted some sort of device to scan the skies. I thus went back to my routine for the next week while I scrounged parts to make a basic radar system. The final device would detect any flying object larger than a Pidgey within 200 meters, and was linked into the Spear Pillar Alarm app as Blue. I wasn't quite done when Yellow went off.

    I immediately used a portal to go to Yellow, sheathing myself in my Aura Armor as I did so. I snagged my laser as well, and dashed through the portal, coming face-to-face with a girl in her mid-teens, wearing a jacket and thick pants. There was a Kadabra following behind her, and my Aura senses were reading as fear, impatience, and apprehension.

    I managed to get my act together enough to ask "Who are you, is Team Galactic entering their endgame, and does the term Jumpchain mean anything to you?" Her emotions prickled with recognition at that last question.

    She answered "I'm Anne, Cyrus has two Red Chains somehow, and I'm also Jumping."

    With that I groaned and said "I'm going to use my Warehouse to get us to the summit in seconds. Follow me through, avoid touching the mad science equipment, and go lethal on Cyrus immediately once we're through." And with that I opened a pair of portals, and charged through. I held my laser in my right hand as I formed an Aura Sphere with my left. The instant I had a clear line of sight to Cyrus, I threw the Aura Sphere at the ground immediately below his feet.

    The attack exploded like a grenade, blowing Cyrus' legs clean off. That done I turned to the pair of Galactic Admins who would have prevented Anne from getting through in time, bringing up my laser as I did so. Mars died to a 5-burst to the back of her head, not finished reacting to the sound of the explosion yet. The other one, Saturn, released an Alakazam who shielded him from my deadly beam weapon with Protect.

    Behind me Carl came up and blasted what was left of Cyrus with Psychic, while I dodged to avoid a Psybeam and Saturn deployed his other two Pokemon, a Bronzor and a Toxicroak. I shouted to Anne "I COULD USE SOME HELP HERE!" as the Bronzor shrugged off an Aura Sphere. At that point a gunshot rang out as Saturn drew a pistol of his own, the blast severely depleting the Aura in my armor.

    Carl took this opportunity to blast the Toxicroak with Psychic, only to get hit with a Poison Jab as Toxicroak dashed 30 meters in under a second. Carl was knocked unconscious and probably had a concussion, and I quickly used a mini-portal to insert him directly into the medbay while I finished off the gravely injured Toxicroak with a laser burst. Saturn shot me again then, nearly breaking the armor on my left shoulder as my Aura rerserves flagged, and then looked on in panic as a shadow rose behind me. I spared a glance using a a portal-based rear-view mirror, and was rewarded with the image of Anne deploying a Steelix.

    I portaled to the rear then, dismissing the strain of my Aura Armor besides the chestplate and helmet. I watched as Anne shouted "Steelix, use Gyro Ball followed by Iron Tail on the Alakazam, then finish him off with crunch!" The Alakazam used Psychic then, but the Steelix weathered the assault as it performed the devastating combination attack, leaving the Alakazam in 19 gory pieces. I wretched slightly as a blob of brain matter splattered off the rock I was hiding behind, but thankfully I didn't throw up.

    Anne wasn't quite done, also deploying a Haunter which performed a brutal fatality on the Bronzor. I on the other hand was more interested in the fact that Saturn was currently undefended, and took the opportunity to snipe him with my laser. I started scraping the dregs of my Aura reserves then, and cut off the drain by releasing my armor except for the bit obscuring my face. I shouted to Anne "If you want to meet me again, come to Canalave. I'm leaving now!"

    And with that, I formed a portal and staggered back to the apartment in Canalave, where Mom was waiting with a worried look on her face. I asked her "what's wrong?" and she answered "You're exhausted, moderately injured from what looks to be bruising, and you haven't even realized that you're still projecting an Aura field over your face. You turn that off this instant and get yourself to that medical bay of yours!" I knew she would brook no argument from past experience, and went without complaint. The medbay had enough room for 8 after all.
     
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    • Wait, where did that other Jumper come from and how did your SI recongize the fact that she could be one?

    I recall that when you're doing a jumpchain its just you and what companions you can get from your jumps.

    Multiplayer has no specific rules and I got my own homebrew multiplayer chain but are you using your own or doing the Renegade Jumper Supplement
     
    In the prolog Jump-Chan mentioned she was doing some multiplayer. Also, it was just a hunch since she wasn't one of the canon player characters and was trudging up Mt. Coronet anyways.
     
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    Anyways, I'm leaving you with the Pokemon Jump CYOA now, gotta go finalize the other 23 people who decided to go Jumping."
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    Found it, so you're going to potentially 23 other jumpers?

    Man the situations you're going to get into, not sure if thats awesome or worrying for you, though that depends on them going to the same jumps in the same order as you which is unlikely.
     
    Pokemon Year 1, Chapter 5
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    • I stepped out of the medbay 12 hours after going in, feeling amazing. This was probably from the fact that I'd altered its settings to replace all my red blood cells with Respirocytes any time I used it, also adding a harmless pigment to keep my complexion from becoming noticeably abnormal. I soon turned around, only to see Carl glowing slightly in his medical tube with a disturbing readout next to him.

    I read the alert that had popped up, saying "Unidentified metabolic activity detected, patient placed in stasis. Recommend course of action."

    I groaned and answered "Allow it to proceed, but use whatever methods are necessary to keep his vital organs going."

    The readout closed and I waited as Carl began to evolve. Partway through however, the readout blinked "ABNORMAL HEART RHYTHM DETECTED, APPLYING ELECTRICAL REGULATION!" There was a distinct crackle of electricity as the evolution continued. It took a lot longer than it seemed it should have, but eventually the glowing mass that was Carl solidified into a yellow form with a distinctly pointy appearance.

    Carl stepped out, and telepathically told me "That really sucked. I could just sort of tell that I was going to be an Espeon, but that machine forced me down an evolutionary path I was never meant for." As he stretched, small arcs of lightning rippled over his form. He then wandered over to the bench and said "I'm going to sleep now, that took a lot out of me." before curling up in the ball-like state he'd always slept in before. It was probably chillier now that he didn't have a nice fluffy tail.

    I formed an Aura stretcher below him, and gently floated him out of the Warehouse into the apartment behind me. It was currently about 4 AM, and Mom was in bed. I didn't want to disturb her, so I went back to the Warehouse to train my Aura for a couple hours.

    The months stretched on, and I eventually decided that I'd need some form of income for my own, given that I couldn't keep looting the scrapyard forever, and some of the materials I'd need for my later projects wouldn't turn up there anyways. I had an idea, but first I'd need to study Sinnoh patent law.

    I was going to the library to check how the patent system worked, when I felt a familiar Aura signature in the crowd. I turned around, and sure enough, there was Anne. I asked "So, remember me Anne? I'm Jack by the way."

    Anne whirled around, and asked "Do I know you?"

    I nodded and formed a Warehouse portal the size of a penny where only she could see it, before saying "We met on that hike up Mt. Coronet, remember? Anyway, I'm going to be studying how patents work in Sinnoh, as it's quite relevant to a money-making plan of mine."

    She shuddered slightly, presumably at the memory of what we'd done up there. She then said "You know, I'm willing to share contact information for our Pokegears so we can keep in touch and maybe have a Pokemon battle some time?" I chuckled at that and said "Sorry, but I'm not really a Trainer. Sure there's Carl, but he just sort of follows me around. Also, me and Carl are both really bad at non-lethal combat."

    I then gave Anne my gear number, and she returned the favor. She wandered off then, and I ventured into the library. I had to find out whether or not I could patent one of my inventions after all.
     
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    • Pokemon Year 1, Chapter 6
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    • As it turned out, the patent on the Pokeball had long since expired, which was useful for me. This was relevant because I was planning on using the same technology in the power generator I wanted to build. Technically speaking I'd already made such a device several times over, but those had been proprietary, and I hadn't ever released them to the public or even announced their existence in any way whatsoever.

    Sinnoh patent law was actually quite streamlined for the most part. Prove that you had a working prototype for an original device, and there you go. Patents lasted 15 years with no possibility of being renewed, and you had to produce a certain number of units (determined based on ease of manufacture and utility) every year or the patent was made public domain to dissuade patent trolls. Patent infringement required that you gave the patent holder 5% of the gain in your profits from using the patented invention until the patent expired.

    There were, however a few complications that got more or less bolted on over the years by politicians pursuing their own agendas. The only one that got in my way was that those below the age of majority (18 in Sinnoh) could not get patents. This meant that there were 2 years before I could legally patent my invention. This caused me much consternation, and I decided to pursue more... explosive ways of ensuring that no-one stole my invention.

    What was I building you ask? Simple, I was making a mass to energy power generator with an output of 50 Megawatts. Though the actual functional parts were only centimeters across, I made sure the whole thing was a black heavy cube half a meter to an edge. What was all this extra volume holding you ask? The answer was plastic explosives, rigged up to go off if someone tried to open up the generator without a VERY specific tool that currently only existed in my brain. The top half of the box actually also contained 30 kg of liquid Mercury fuel (had to go through the medbay for severe heavy metal poisoning after that) which could easily power the generator for a few centuries. It would also poison anyone who tried to break through my blackboxing measures.

    Getting the materials (even the Mercury) was actually fairly simple when you had a re-programmed Pokeball. Just find something that had a bit of your desired material in it, scan the quantum structure of it, and then you can turn any old matter into energy, and from there get your desired material! Maybe I'd also patent replicators when I reached the age of majority. Another thingy I could potentially do for loads of money would be to run a side-business disposing of industrial waste.

    Now there came the problem of how I was actually going to release my creation to the public, given that I couldn't legally own a business until I turned 18. This left me at a loss as to what I would actually do until then. At dinner after I completed the generator, I sat down with Mom and Carl and asked "Do you have any ideas for things I can do with my life until I hit age 18? I wanted to muscle in on the electrical businesses with one of my inventions, but I can't do that until I'm officially an adult."

    Mom looked sullen before saying "I honestly don't know. Perhaps you could go see the world, go on a Pokemon adventure like all the kids do these days?" I looked down at my food (tonight was stew night) and took a few bites before answering.

    "Maybe Carl could come if he wanted. I'm not too keen on challenging any Leagues though. Perhaps I'd go around annihilating some of the worse criminal scum plaguing the world, but I'd likely just be sightseeing."

    Mom replied "Not with your current equipment you won't. I've seen the condition of that laser of yours, and you aren't going anywhere until you make one that isn't a jury-rigged disaster happening to wait. Also, get some freaking armor besides what you do with your Aura. We both know you can't use that trick for longer than a few minutes at a time, and relying on it for all your protection is a recipe for disaster."

    I nodded and said "Sure thing, I'll get started on making the next-gen gear in the morning." We finished our dinner, and went off to our respective beds, with me using the one in the Warehouse. As I lay in bed waiting to go to sleep, It occurred to me that I was just a month away from having spent a year in this universe. Huh, thought it would be more momentous than that.
     
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    • Hilarious thingy I realized: I've been using Pokeballs for everything except catching Pokemon.
     
    Pokemon Year 2, Chapter 1
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    • My new laser and armor were real works of art, compared to my previous tech. My new design suite based on designing stuff then materializing it via a Pokeball-derived transmuting replicator meant that I could build stuff in one piece with molecular precision. This meant the effective power output for my new laser came in at a megawatt, and it could fire for nearly a minute before needing to cool down. I also included a feature to adjust the beam's wavelength and the time between the laser's micropulses to maximize penetration for whatever material I pointed it at. I also included an under-barrel 40mm grenade launcher that could fabricate a wide variety of grenades on site and vacuum up matter to use from wherever I pointed the weapon.

    My new suit of armor was a heavily armored powered exoskeleton with a full environmental seal. While in it, I was protected from harm by 4.5 centimeters of composite armor made with interwoven carbon nanotubes, aerogel, and Nickel-Iron alloy. It was powered by a mass-energy conversion system, ensuring that I wouldn't need to worry about running out of power. I could also lift almost 2 tons of whatever over my head in the suit, and the internal life support systems were completely self-sufficient as long as there was matter nearby to collect. Even without that, it could keep me going for weeks in the void of space.

    The best part was that I wouldn't need to go through time-consuming repairs if either of them got damaged. This was because I suited up and unsuited using a specially designed replicator booth. Every mission I went on, would be with a completely new suit and gun. I'd even set it up so the suit would be automatically adjusted to fit me perfectly as I grew.

    As I came out of the lab I told Mom "I'll be visiting Orre for a few hours today, alright? I kinda want to smash that group we heard about on the news who started making Shadow Pokemon."

    She answered "Have you got your new armor and weapon yet?"

    To this I answered "Yes, and I'd be proud to show off." before opening a Warehouse portal.

    As we walked into the pocket dimension, Mom remarked "I don't see any armor, just an empty booth labelled 'power suit applicator' connected to a large tank covered in hazard symbols for toxic substances."

    I nodded and said "Yeah, that booth is actually a flash-fabricator that can manufacture a full suit of power armor around someone in under a second, I'll demonstrate." And with that, I stepped into the booth and it automatically activated after scanning me. I was now looking through the HUD of one of my power suits at Mom and said "This is my new suit, like it?"

    She answered "Indeed, it looks like it'll protect you from the worst of what the world has to throw at you."

    "Yeah, this suit'll probably stand up to a few Hyper Beams at minimum. It's protection roughly equivalent to 4 meters of Steel, thanks to the carbon nanotubes making up part of the armor composite. Also, I configured the armor fabricator to work on you and Carl as well, go ahead and try it."

    I had to say, Mom looked absolutely terrifying in a suit of powered combat armor. Her stance suddenly shifted from the calm and welcoming demeanor she typically adopted into a stance that was downright predatory. I nodded and asked "Like the suit?"

    Mom answered "Oh I very much do. It reminds me of my time in the army somewhat. Still, I'm rather curious as to how I'm supposed to get this suit off."

    "Just use the fabricator again, it works in reverse and even remembers what clothing you were wearing." Mom did so, and nodded before saying "I'm satisfied that you're properly equipped now. Go for it."
    I stepped out of the portal in Orre's desert wearing a fresh power suit, in exactly the location I wanted. I'd done some aerial surveillance using my portals, and I'd pinpointed both Cipher's lab and their Shadow Pokemon factory. I'd fabricated a few new devices before this as well. Namely, 3 Total Conversion warheads with a nominal yield of 30 megatons. One for each facility Cipher had.

    My first target was Cipher's lab, and I exited the portal immediately outside. Those stupid color-coded Cipher goons dashed out of the front door and lined up before shouting in unison "We are sextuplets! We are! We a-"

    They didn't get any further than that, because that's when I blasted them with a grenade from my launcher. It hit the brown one in the chest, blowing him to gory bits that splattered the metallic structure behind him. The blast effects from the shot also severely injured Blusix and Yellosix and knocked the rest off their feet besides Pursix, though their uniforms seemed to provide at least some protection from the shrapnel. Before Pursix could do anything though, I'd shot him in the head with my laser. The others quickly followed suit.

    The Hexagon Brothers dealt with, I walked up to the door, which had unsurprisingly gone into lockdown. No matter. I used my laser to cut the door out of its frame, and opened it with a power armor assisted punch. As I marched in, a Cipher Peon dropped from the ceiling while deploying a Skitty and a Duskull. I dealt with the lot of them using a grenade full of FOOF.

    They burned to annihilation as I used a Portal to quickly go around the impassable burning toxic mess I'd made, and blew up the elevator. This done, I portaled down to the bottom of the shaft. I sorely wanted to just blow up this place now, but there was a distinct possibility that this was during the time that Krane was held captive here.

    As I reached the bottom of the elevator I turned right, taking what the metaknowledge told me was the shortest route to where Krane would be held captive. I spotted a Cipher Peon on the ceiling then, and blasted him with my laser, leaving a charred corpse in my wake. According to my Aura senses there were people through this chunk of solid rock, and I crossed into the area they were. There was what looked to be an especially muscular Cipher Peon and professor Krane inside a cell. I shot the Cipher Peon in the back of the head with my laser and then told Krane "I'm going to get you out of here, shield your eyes for this next bit if you value your ability to see."

    He looked shocked, and I simply used my laser to cut away the bars on his cell. I stepped inside before opening a portal for him and saying "Go, I'll be following shortly." He hurried to comply, and I set the conversion warhead in the cell with a timer of 30 seconds before following him. I opened a second portal about 5 miles away and got to a good viewing position. There was a massive thud that I felt in my bones and a small pillar of dust rose into the sky where the lab was. I portalled back, and found that the entire place had been reduced to a smoldering crater and fused into glass.

    I dropped Krane back off at the Pokemon HQ lab, defabricated my power suit and laser, and went back to the apartment in Sinnoh. I'd destroy the Shadow Pokemon factory next week.
     
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