- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x]Jade Starcrest
Pokemon Ranger: Crimson Dawn (No SV You are a Kanto Warlord)
- Thread starter Cyberphilosipher
- Start date
- Location
- California,USA
Go for it.
Honestly. It's kinda assuming they went the 'traditional route' of badges, since Gym Leaders are probably have badge challenge teams for all levels(minus certain cases like the Earth Gym.) And also, we don't exactly know how good certain badge levels are compared to the average.(We want the best, but the high badge trainers might be scarce, I mean, the anime has at least two ways to get to the conference without badges, and in the main manga, Pokémon adventures, they are flat-out optional.)
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
my character was sticking to the gen III route until things popped and he fled Saffron,
A Moment with Calm
- Location
- California,USA
A Moment with Calm
Who Goes There?: D100 => 97
"As I have said long before I was born, I have seen the madness of man, and in their ambition, they have done great and terrible things to this world." -The Elder
---
Once upon a time in Kanto, there lived a man who dreamed of becoming a god. In that dream, the blood of millions—humans and Pokémon alike—was required to fuel his twisted vision. The world was set to burn at his hands.
But he failed.
Thanks to the courage and relentless fight of heroes, the war ended, and the world was forever changed. The monster who sought divine power was dead, but his dreams, his vile ambitions, remained—like a specter haunting the present, biding its time.
---
"Come on, we have to find it before those damn meddlers get here!" The scientist's voice was frantic, his hands trembling as he jammed the papers into a black safe. He looked over his shoulder, sweat rolling down his face.
"Put it in the safe!" he barked.
Gunfire and the roar of Pokémon attacks thundered through the facility. The walls shuddered, lights flickered, and the distant sounds of explosions grew closer. Then—BOOM! The room itself seemed to implode as a Hyper Beam tore through the steel doors. Amid the chaos, the safe—containing the dream—tumbled into the sea below.
---
Project Mewtwo.
"Lost forever…" The Elder's voice was barely above a whisper, a strange relief settling over him.
"I hope we don't have to hear any more of this," he muttered.
"Great. You just jinxed it," Blake, one of the younger members of the group, said with a sigh. "Now, in 20 years, we'll be neck-deep in this mess again."
"Come on," the Elder huffed. "That was a Hyper Beam. Nothing could survive that."
---
20 Years Later
"Good morning, Mewtwo."
Dr. Fuji's voice was calm, patient. The doctor had spent countless hours tending to the newborn Pokémon, easing its turbulent mind after each nightmare.
"I'm sorry you had another nightmare," Fuji said softly. His kind eyes regarded the creature before him with sympathy. "But don't worry, it's all in the past. Here, would you like some Kool-Aid?"
The cold, sweet liquid was passed to Mewtwo, who took it with quiet acceptance. It soothed his troubled spirit, but the restless energy remained. Dr. Fuji smiled gently.
"I know it's overwhelming, but soon you'll see a beautiful world, one without pain or fear. And when you're ready, all your questions will have answers."
Fuji glanced down at a photograph in his hand—a photo of Mewtwo. The first photo ever taken of him.
"It's you," Fuji said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Don't be scared. We haven't shown you a mirror yet, you're still too young for that kind of vanity."
He laughed softly, but his expression darkened. "I want you to know, no matter what happens, you deserve to find someone who loves you, Mewtwo. We all do. You don't have to be 'Mr. Power' all the time." He sighed. "I just hope, somehow, it all turns out okay."
-------
Mewtwo dreamed. He dreamed of the world beyond the sterile lab walls, of a world where he could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. His thoughts stretched toward the horizon, desperate to break free from the cold, clinical nightmare of his existence.
But something disrupted his dream something small, mischievous, and unbearably annoying.
"Mew." The sound echoed in his mind like an itch he couldn't scratch.
"Mew."
The little pink creature danced around him, flickering in and out of his dream like a pest that refused to leave.
"Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew." It chirped with relentless glee, its presence a reminder of everything Mewtwo wasn't—free, lighthearted, alive.
Mewtwo groaned within the dream. He couldn't wait to be born—to be free from that annoying visitor. And yet, something about that little pink nuisance stirred a feeling deep inside him. A strange, unsettling sense of kinship.
Even gods, it seemed, were not born in isolation.
Reward: Mewtwo is…doing okay for now.
AN: A little look at how Mewtwo is doing, we havn't checked in on how its going in two quests.
Who Goes There?: D100 => 97
"As I have said long before I was born, I have seen the madness of man, and in their ambition, they have done great and terrible things to this world." -The Elder
---
Once upon a time in Kanto, there lived a man who dreamed of becoming a god. In that dream, the blood of millions—humans and Pokémon alike—was required to fuel his twisted vision. The world was set to burn at his hands.
But he failed.
Thanks to the courage and relentless fight of heroes, the war ended, and the world was forever changed. The monster who sought divine power was dead, but his dreams, his vile ambitions, remained—like a specter haunting the present, biding its time.
---
"Come on, we have to find it before those damn meddlers get here!" The scientist's voice was frantic, his hands trembling as he jammed the papers into a black safe. He looked over his shoulder, sweat rolling down his face.
"Put it in the safe!" he barked.
Gunfire and the roar of Pokémon attacks thundered through the facility. The walls shuddered, lights flickered, and the distant sounds of explosions grew closer. Then—BOOM! The room itself seemed to implode as a Hyper Beam tore through the steel doors. Amid the chaos, the safe—containing the dream—tumbled into the sea below.
---
Project Mewtwo.
"Lost forever…" The Elder's voice was barely above a whisper, a strange relief settling over him.
"I hope we don't have to hear any more of this," he muttered.
"Great. You just jinxed it," Blake, one of the younger members of the group, said with a sigh. "Now, in 20 years, we'll be neck-deep in this mess again."
"Come on," the Elder huffed. "That was a Hyper Beam. Nothing could survive that."
---
20 Years Later
"Good morning, Mewtwo."
Dr. Fuji's voice was calm, patient. The doctor had spent countless hours tending to the newborn Pokémon, easing its turbulent mind after each nightmare.
"I'm sorry you had another nightmare," Fuji said softly. His kind eyes regarded the creature before him with sympathy. "But don't worry, it's all in the past. Here, would you like some Kool-Aid?"
The cold, sweet liquid was passed to Mewtwo, who took it with quiet acceptance. It soothed his troubled spirit, but the restless energy remained. Dr. Fuji smiled gently.
"I know it's overwhelming, but soon you'll see a beautiful world, one without pain or fear. And when you're ready, all your questions will have answers."
Fuji glanced down at a photograph in his hand—a photo of Mewtwo. The first photo ever taken of him.
"It's you," Fuji said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Don't be scared. We haven't shown you a mirror yet, you're still too young for that kind of vanity."
He laughed softly, but his expression darkened. "I want you to know, no matter what happens, you deserve to find someone who loves you, Mewtwo. We all do. You don't have to be 'Mr. Power' all the time." He sighed. "I just hope, somehow, it all turns out okay."
-------
Mewtwo dreamed. He dreamed of the world beyond the sterile lab walls, of a world where he could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. His thoughts stretched toward the horizon, desperate to break free from the cold, clinical nightmare of his existence.
But something disrupted his dream something small, mischievous, and unbearably annoying.
"Mew." The sound echoed in his mind like an itch he couldn't scratch.
"Mew."
The little pink creature danced around him, flickering in and out of his dream like a pest that refused to leave.
"Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew." It chirped with relentless glee, its presence a reminder of everything Mewtwo wasn't—free, lighthearted, alive.
Mewtwo groaned within the dream. He couldn't wait to be born—to be free from that annoying visitor. And yet, something about that little pink nuisance stirred a feeling deep inside him. A strange, unsettling sense of kinship.
Even gods, it seemed, were not born in isolation.
Reward: Mewtwo is…doing okay for now.
AN: A little look at how Mewtwo is doing, we havn't checked in on how its going in two quests.
Of all the people to abscond with Mewtwo, it's both fitting given the lore, and likely one of the best outcomes, for it to be Mr. Fuji to be the one to do so. An old, elderly man whom is implied to have studied mega evolution, whom may have set everything in motion in order to essentially try and bring a child dear to him back from the dead.
And with different context, mew( or a mew) gets to be the annoying, fun loving, but kind aunt/grandmother.
Also, LOL about this whole thing. Even with it giving the Mewtwo project a legacy far beyond the TR project. Especially as this does raise questions of how exactly the project started in the first place.
Find mew, aquire tuft of DNA. Mr. Fuji gets involved( may have been for purely academic reasons or may have been indirectly involved developing the foundation of the mewtwo project seeking due to a very personal project), incomplete DNA may have led to an overeager blaine to donate his DNA to finish, and due to not doing safety features, getting contanimated in the process.
But here, it started before then, with a presumed destroyed safe with something that would become important to the project. The blaine incident was averted by Ditto DNA working as a subsitute, the project origin are unknown, given it might have been the mew DNA or research notes.
And also, there is likely A LOT of people really nervous, given apparently the final battle of the age of war, was trying to stop some powerful man in Kanto from an attempt to.....
Oh god, It was an attempt to clone an uber pokemon to then do that Detective Pikachu project thing wasn't it... 😅
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- Location
- California,USA
Yeah but the mess was a thing.
Also Mewtwo is sane ish...
That is a good and bad thing.
Mew knows everything, Mew is the smart one.
- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Luna Starlight
I wanna see a Coordinator get some spotlight
I wanna see a Coordinator get some spotlight
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Jade Starcrest
[X]Vince Westcroft
Either of them work for me.
[X]Vince Westcroft
Either of them work for me.
- Location
- California,USA
Calling the vote in one hour.
- Location
- Massachusits
[X] Luna Starlight
- Location
- California,USA
Calling the Vote [X] Luna Starlight wins.
- Location
- California,USA
Our New Hero Unit
Luna Starlight
Stats
- Diplomacy: D20 => 20+3-2 = 21
Luna is a natural performer, her charm and charisma evident in every conversation. Her silver tongue and eloquent speech have allowed her to navigate complex social circles with ease. However, while she can dazzle in the spotlight, she lacks the true, effortless grace needed to captivate an entire audience as a shining star.
- Martial: D20 => 15+3-2 = 16
In her prime, Luna was a skilled Pokémon Trainer, her tactical acumen solid and her instincts sharp. She was never on the level of champions, but she held her own in battles alongside her friends. Those skills, while still present, have dulled slightly over time.
-Stewardship: D20 => 19+3-2 = 20
Luna is a meticulous manager of her resources. She runs the numbers at her café with precision, ensuring everything is in order. Her household is well-kept, and her Pokémon are cared for with the kind of attention only a lifelong trainer can provide. Nothing escapes her attention when it comes to the practicalities of life.
- Intrigue: D20 => 17+3-2 = 18
Luna has a knack for picking up on subtle details and overhearing the things others miss. The café's constant flow of customers provides an endless stream of information, and Luna knows how to quietly gather intel. She's often one step ahead, catching on to secrets that even her sharpest colleagues overlook.
- Learning: D20 => 16+3-2 = 17
Though she's no scholar, Luna has an academic side. She watched Professor Oak's lectures religiously, absorbing his insights on Pokémon and the world around them. While not at the level of a researcher, her understanding of the natural world is well above average.
-Personal Combat Skill: D20 => 4+3-2 = 5
Luna's talents lie far from physical combat. She is no fighter, preferring to rely on her Pokémon for protection rather than her own strength. Her experience in battle is more intellectual than personal, and she avoids direct confrontation.
- Occult Potential: D20 => 2+3-2 = 3
Myths, legends, and the occult have never piqued Luna's interest. To her, such stories are little more than distractions—she finds them boring and irrelevant. Her focus has always been on the here and now, on the practical matters of life. As a result, her grasp of the mystical is virtually nonexistent.
Traits!:
"Pokemon Coordinator!"- You are a Pokemon coordinator, a trainer who specializes in making Pokemon look and perform well for the people. That does not mean you're helpless. (+3 all stats +10 to all rolls related to performing and pokemon morale, +5 related to battling)
"Failure to Launch"- This character has failed their Pokemon Journey, and has a lingering sense of incompleteness within themselves. (-2 All Stats, On occasion they will attempt to recapture their glory days on a roll over 50, one of the negative maluses are removed. On a Roll under 50 their problems linger and often get worse.)
Stats
- Diplomacy: D20 => 20+3-2 = 21
Luna is a natural performer, her charm and charisma evident in every conversation. Her silver tongue and eloquent speech have allowed her to navigate complex social circles with ease. However, while she can dazzle in the spotlight, she lacks the true, effortless grace needed to captivate an entire audience as a shining star.
- Martial: D20 => 15+3-2 = 16
In her prime, Luna was a skilled Pokémon Trainer, her tactical acumen solid and her instincts sharp. She was never on the level of champions, but she held her own in battles alongside her friends. Those skills, while still present, have dulled slightly over time.
-Stewardship: D20 => 19+3-2 = 20
Luna is a meticulous manager of her resources. She runs the numbers at her café with precision, ensuring everything is in order. Her household is well-kept, and her Pokémon are cared for with the kind of attention only a lifelong trainer can provide. Nothing escapes her attention when it comes to the practicalities of life.
- Intrigue: D20 => 17+3-2 = 18
Luna has a knack for picking up on subtle details and overhearing the things others miss. The café's constant flow of customers provides an endless stream of information, and Luna knows how to quietly gather intel. She's often one step ahead, catching on to secrets that even her sharpest colleagues overlook.
- Learning: D20 => 16+3-2 = 17
Though she's no scholar, Luna has an academic side. She watched Professor Oak's lectures religiously, absorbing his insights on Pokémon and the world around them. While not at the level of a researcher, her understanding of the natural world is well above average.
-Personal Combat Skill: D20 => 4+3-2 = 5
Luna's talents lie far from physical combat. She is no fighter, preferring to rely on her Pokémon for protection rather than her own strength. Her experience in battle is more intellectual than personal, and she avoids direct confrontation.
- Occult Potential: D20 => 2+3-2 = 3
Myths, legends, and the occult have never piqued Luna's interest. To her, such stories are little more than distractions—she finds them boring and irrelevant. Her focus has always been on the here and now, on the practical matters of life. As a result, her grasp of the mystical is virtually nonexistent.
Traits!:
"Pokemon Coordinator!"- You are a Pokemon coordinator, a trainer who specializes in making Pokemon look and perform well for the people. That does not mean you're helpless. (+3 all stats +10 to all rolls related to performing and pokemon morale, +5 related to battling)
"Failure to Launch"- This character has failed their Pokemon Journey, and has a lingering sense of incompleteness within themselves. (-2 All Stats, On occasion they will attempt to recapture their glory days on a roll over 50, one of the negative maluses are removed. On a Roll under 50 their problems linger and often get worse.)
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Turn 2 Rival Report
- Location
- California,USA
Turn 2 Rival Report
Who gets the Ghost: D12 => 8 (Celedon City)
Giovanni
[] Oversee the Reconstruction of The Veridian Labs: It was originally a minor research center involving migrations, its time to get it back up and running.
DC:45/65
Rolled: D100 => 92+30=123
Viridian Labs had once been a prominent hub of R&D during the war. Cutting-edge technology, experimental Pokémon training techniques, and unregulated tests had made it a hotbed of scientific innovation—albeit with a reputation for lax safety protocols and even looser ethical standards. For a brief time, Giovanni had worked there, back when he was still plotting his rise to power. Though his stint was short, it had been enough to leave an impression.
When the lab inevitably shut down due to mounting public outrage over its dangerous practices, Giovanni's thoughts lingered on the place. Years later, with Team Rocket's influence and coffers growing, he had the means to act on that nostalgia. He quietly bought the lab, along with all the equipment that had been left behind, gathering another asset into his sprawling empire.
Now, standing in the repurposed facility, Giovanni gazed over the machinery that had been dormant for years. With a small, satisfied smile, he muttered to himself, "Ahh, a new asset, and new mechanisms to improve our standing... and expand our research base."
His voice carried just enough gravitas to suggest this was more than a nostalgic venture. This was strategic. Power wasn't just in controlling trainers or Pokémon—it was in mastering the technology that governed them.
An administrator approached, data pad in hand, voice clipped and professional. "Shall we move in our assets there, sir?"
Giovanni didn't even look over, his eyes still scanning the vast lab.
"Not the important ones," he replied coolly. "We don't want to draw too much attention. But move in the public-facing assets—the more... legitimate projects. You know, improved Poké Balls, basic training devices. The kind of things that build credibility."
The admin nodded, understanding perfectly. "For the sake of proper relations, of course."
"Precisely," Giovanni said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "The world only sees what we want them to see. And as far as they're concerned, the newly reformed Viridian Labs is just another R&D facility contributing to Pokémon welfare. Let's keep it that way."
Inwardly, though, Giovanni knew the lab was far more valuable than that. It was now a new front for Team Rocket's real ambitions. Publicly, it would develop harmless innovations for trainers and Pokémon alike. But beneath that polished surface, the real work—the secret work—would continue. New strategies. New technologies. And perhaps, new ways to further his quiet domination of Kanto.
Viridian Labs was just a piece of the puzzle, but every piece counted in Giovanni's long game.
Reward: Viridian Labs restored, It grants Giovanni an income of +300 and +15 to his RnD rolls on "Legitimate" projects.
Team Rocket!
[]Operational Overlay: If there is one thing that you need to deal with it is making sure Team Rockets Public Reputation is…intact enough for a public opener.
DC: 65
Rolled
100 => 73
"Alright," Domino said, her voice steady as she glanced at the list in front of her. "Given our... chaotic introduction into public life with the Kanto Katastrophe, we're going to need to explain that—carefully."
Seated behind his desk, Giovanni leaned back, his fingers steepled as his sharp gaze followed Domino's every word. His calm was unshakable, but the gravity of the situation hung in the air.
"We need to explain this…gently," Giovanni repeated, emphasizing the word with a slight, but deliberate, pause. "Our volunteer work during the Katastrophe bought us some time, but the public—and the authorities—are now asking questions. Questions that demand answers. And those answers must be not only convincing but good ones."
Domino gave a tight nod, flipping through the pages of her report. "We've already compiled a preliminary list of expected questions, ones that should be appropriate for the press conference. We'll need to be especially cautious with anything that ties back to our more… confidential operations. As for the spokesperson, we're prepping one of the admins to handle the public-facing part of the operation."
"Your number two will have to be ready for the more... delicate inquiries," she added, her eyes flicking up to Giovanni, reading the subtle signs of his reaction.
Giovanni exhaled through his nose, a barely perceptible sigh. "Make sure they're prepared for the hard ones," he said. "This needs to be seamless."
His mind was already shifting to the next step. They had narrowly avoided a full-scale investigation thanks to their public display of charity during the Katastrophe. Team Rocket's involvement had been cleverly spun into a narrative of disaster relief, positioning them as unexpected heroes. But now that the initial shock had worn off, the media and the League were getting nosy.
"Plan a dinner meeting," Giovanni continued, his voice deepening with quiet authority. "We need to maintain the charade, keep it going until we have more control over the narrative. In the meantime, we can discuss our next move."
Domino raised an eyebrow. "Any preferences for the dinner, sir?"
Giovanni's lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. "I'm thinking Sinnoh regional delicacies tonight. Something exotic, something that suggests class and sophistication, without drawing too much attention. We'll need the right atmosphere to plan our next steps."
"But of course, sir," Domino replied smoothly. "I'll make the arrangements."
As she turned to leave, Giovanni spoke again, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "Appearances are everything, Domino. Even when preparing a policy you already know will pass. We control the perception, we control the outcome."
Domino nodded once more before exiting the room. Giovanni turned back to his desk, staring thoughtfully at the map of the regions sprawled across its surface. The Kanto Katastrophe was just the beginning, an unexpected twist in their favor. But public opinion was fickle, and he knew better than anyone how quickly the tide could turn.
But tonight, they would plan. And when the questions came, they would be ready and in control.
As always.
Pewter City/Brock
[]Study Mt. Moon: Mt Moon has been acting strangely… perhaps a closer examination is in order.
DC:???
Rolled: D100 => 56
"Does the mountain look different to you?" Brock asked calmly, his eyes fixed on the cliff face of Mt. Moon from the large observation window in his office. The towering rock formation, which had stood like a sentinel over Pewter City for generations, now seemed... off. Something was out of place, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
His aide, standing beside him, followed his gaze with a slight frown. "I'd say it could be rapid Pokémon migration," the aide offered. "Given the recent catastrophe, that wouldn't be surprising. But… I wouldn't rule out human meddling either. These sorts of things don't happen without a reason."
Brock's brow furrowed, his expression not giving much away. He had long been in tune with the natural rhythms of the area, and though Mt. Moon had always been somewhat unpredictable, something felt more fundamentally wrong now.
"Hmm," Brock muttered, his eyes narrowing as he examined the mountain more closely. "The cliff face looks… strange. It's subtle, but there's definitely something different about it."
His aide flipped through a few data sheets and reports before replying. "There are signs of mass movement. Something must've spooked the Pokémon—look at the density of the tracks leading away from the mountain."
"Yeah," Brock nodded, leaning forward slightly. His voice was calm, but there was a hardened edge to it now. "Unruly migrations like this tend to happen when something disrupts the balance. Mt. Moon has always had that reputation for instability, sure—but this? This feels different. More deliberate."
"Mt. Moon's caverns have always been volatile," the aide continued, flipping through reports on past incidents. "Whether it's Clefairy migrations or rogue trainers mining for Moon Stones, the mountain's seen its share of trouble. But nothing like this. This movement... it feels more concentrated. Like something forced them out in a hurry."
Brock stood up from his seat, pacing slowly as he continued to stare at the cliff. "Pokémon aren't easily rattled," he said thoughtfully. "At least, not by things they're used to. This is different—there's a pattern to it. The Pokémon aren't just fleeing; they're being driven."
The aide hesitated, glancing at Brock for a moment. "You think it's human interference? Like a coordinated effort?"
Brock's lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't want to jump to conclusions, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to exploit Mt. Moon. The resources under that mountain, the Pokémon that call it home... they're valuable to the wrong people. If there's something going on, we need to figure it out before it escalates."
The aide nodded, jotting down notes. "I'll get in touch with some field researchers. We can send a team up the mountain tomorrow to investigate. If something's driving the Pokémon away, it could be dangerous—for them and for us."
Brock didn't respond immediately, his thoughts still lingering on the mountain. Mt. Moon had always been more than just a landmark to him. It was a protector, a mysterious force that loomed over his city, connected to its fate. If someone was messing with that balance, they were messing with more than just nature.
"Let's not wait until tomorrow," Brock finally said, his voice firm. "Get the team ready now. If something's going on up there, I want to know before we have another catastrophe on our hands."
The aide nodded quickly and left the room, leaving Brock alone with the view of Mt. Moon. He stared at it for a few more moments, his eyes scanning the peaks and valleys of the cliffside. The mountain had secrets—secrets that had been disturbed.
And he intended to find out why.
Reward: Brock is off to explore Mt Moon…soon.
Cerulean City
[]Reopen the Port: Misty smiled and looked over the Port, "Okay we can open it."
DC:75/95
Rolled: D100 => 84
Misty stood proudly at the edge of the pier, her arms spread wide as she took a deep breath of the salty sea air. The sun glistened off the waves, and the distant sound of ship horns echoed across the water. She turned back toward the gathered crowd, her smile radiant with the kind of triumph that had been hard-fought.
"The port is now officially open!" she declared with a booming voice, her energy infectious.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their jubilation enough to shake the entire boardwalk. People hugged, waved flags, and clapped loudly, their relief palpable after months of hardship. It had been a long and arduous journey, but now, there was a tangible victory—something real, something that could bring the city back from the brink.
For a moment, Misty basked in the applause, her heart swelling with pride. But behind her smile, she knew the real work was only beginning.
Great, she thought to herself, scanning the docks where the first ships would soon begin unloading their cargo, now we can finally bring food into the city.
That meant no more rationing, no more desperate runs to the outskirts, and, most importantly, no more hunger. The city had been on the edge of collapse, and this was their lifeline.
As the cheers died down, she turned to one of her advisors standing nearby. "Get the shipping companies on the line—priority is food shipments. We need to stock up as soon as possible."
The advisor nodded, making a quick note before glancing up with a concerned expression. "Our finances though..." he started hesitantly. "They're still pretty rough. Opening the port is a big win, but we're in the red, Misty. If we don't start seeing income soon, we'll be in trouble."
Misty exhaled sharply. She knew he was right. The city's coffers had been drained trying to keep everyone fed, and even with the port operational, they were far from secure. "We'll get income rolling in," she said firmly. "First, we stabilize. The food shipments are priority one. Once we're feeding people, we can start exporting goods again. Fish, water resources, whatever we can muster. The city has to start generating its own income again."
The advisor looked relieved at her confidence but still had a wary look in his eyes. "I'll start putting together a list of potential exports and partners," he said, scribbling notes furiously. "We'll need to negotiate with neighboring regions for some quick deals."
"Do it," Misty replied, her eyes never leaving the horizon. The boats were coming in, and with them, hope for her city.
"We've made it this far," she muttered under her breath, almost as if to remind herself. "We'll keep going. We have to."
The reopening of the port was the first victory, but Misty knew well enough that it wouldn't be the last battle they'd have to fight. For now, though, it was enough to celebrate—enough to feel like they were back in the game.
And she'd make damn sure they stayed in it.
Reward: Trade with the outside world reestablished +500 Income.
Saffron City
[]Sabrina's Saffron Super Trainers: ALL WILL SERVE THE GODDESS! ALL WILL SERVE SABRINA!
DC:80/95
Rolled: D100 => 93+30=123
Sabrina stood tall, overlooking her army with a gaze that shimmered with cold intensity. These were no mere trainers; they were the ones who had forsaken their mundane lives—left behind the chains of mediocrity and embraced her will. Her army.
Hundreds strong, they were the elite of Saffron City, each handpicked for their potential, for their willingness to rise above the rabble. In their eyes burned the same determination she had kindled within herself—a hunger for power, control, and liberation from the small, insignificant lives they once knew. They belonged to her now, not just as soldiers, but as extensions of her vast psychic will.
Sabrina allowed herself a moment of triumph. A hundred loyal trainers, seasoned and capable, formed the core of her forces, ready to execute her commands without question. They would sweep across the region like a storm, her vision spreading far beyond the walls of Saffron City.
Her lips curled into a smile.
"No one can stop my rise…NO ONE!" she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber with unwavering certainty.
---
Meanwhile, far away at the Indigo Plateau, Erika felt an unexpected shiver crawl down her spine. It was a cold, unsettling feeling that sent her thoughts spiraling back to a memory she had long buried—a game from her childhood. Mystics and Masterminds, it was called. In that game, one person assumed the role of the evil mastermind, while the others played the heroes trying to stop them. She remembered the thrill of trying to outwit the mastermind, the tension of each move. But now, as that chill gnawed at her, the memory resurfaced with a darker, more personal clarity.
What if...?
Her breath caught. A cold realization seeped into her mind. Sabrina's rise—her overwhelming power—wasn't just a random turn of events. Something deep down whispered that she, Erika, had played a part in this, somehow. Perhaps it was a long-ago decision, a misstep in friendship, or a careless oversight when Sabrina first began showing signs of her ambitions.
What have I done?
Reward: Sabrina's Army Gains 100 Skilled Trainers, each skilled in the Psychic Type Pokemon.
Erika regrets indulging Sabrina's Inner Supervillain.
Vermillion City
[Communications Blackout enforced…try again later]
Don't think I don't know your watching!-
Surge!
Celadon City Civil War!
Crimson Mura: D100 - 10 => 88
Esuine: D100 - 10 => 66
The Department Store HORDE!: D100 - 10 => 50
Crimson jolted awake, disoriented and still shaken from the wild dream that had plagued his sleep. His heart pounded in his chest, the remnants of the unsettling vision clinging to him like a fog. As he sat up, he glanced around, quickly checking on his Pokémon.
"You guys okay?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.
His team looked just as frazzled as he felt, their eyes wide and energy dimmed. Latias, in particular, couldn't stop trembling, her body curled into itself as if trying to escape from something that wasn't there. Crimson's brow furrowed as he noticed her shivering, a pang of worry cutting through him.
"There, there..." he murmured gently, wrapping his arms around the shivering Pokémon. He held her close, trying to ease her tension. "It's just a bad dream. We worked hard last night, so it's no surprise if you're all feeling a bit off today."
Latias let out a soft burp, followed by a deep sigh, her trembling easing into something calmer as she relaxed in his embrace. Crimson patted her back soothingly, but his mind was still reeling. The dream…there was something about it. A sense of deja vu gnawed at him, like he had experienced that eerie feeling before.
"I swear, that felt familiar…" Crimson muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall the details. There had been flashes of something—images and sensations that were more than just a bad night's sleep. Something deeper. Something darker.
His Pokémon, though still unsettled, were calming down now, the shared unease of the morning slowly fading. Crimson stood up, stretching his limbs as he tried to shake off the lingering heaviness in his chest.
"Well, one more good day of this and we should have this city cleaned up," he said, pushing the strange feeling to the back of his mind for now.
They had work to do, after all. There was no time to dwell on haunting dreams. But even as he spoke, a small part of him couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had been more than just a product of exhaustion. Something was coming, something familiar and unsettling, and Crimson wasn't sure he was ready to face it.
Reward: Crimson has 2 out of 3 successes, and has almost taken the city back.
Fuchsia City
[]Infultrate Saffron City: Sabrina is a force to be reckoned with, with all that is going on, best keep an eye on her.
DC: 60/70/90
Rolled: d100 => 18+37=55
"Request denied," Koga stated, his voice cold and measured.
The agent standing before him, tense and frustrated, couldn't mask his disbelief. "Sir, Sabrina is wide open for infiltration. She's lacking in any significant intelligence apparatus. Even with her supposed ties to Team Rocket, she's vulnerable! We can build our network inside Saffron, exploit the gaps in her security—"
Koga's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Consider your next words carefully," he interrupted, his tone laced with warning. "And recognize the folly of what you're asking."
The agent hesitated, swallowing hard as the weight of Koga's words sank in. This was no ordinary refusal. Koga's calm demeanor masked a deep, underlying caution—one not easily dismissed.
"This is no mere child you speak of," Koga continued, his voice low and deliberate, each word laden with a gravity that hung in the air like a storm about to break. "Sabrina may rule her territory with the ease of a warlord, but do not be deceived by her outward vulnerabilities. No... Sabrina is something far more terrifying."
The agent furrowed his brow, confused by Koga's hesitation. "But sir, her psychic abilities—"
"Her psychic abilities are only the beginning," Koga interjected. "You see her as a tactician, a powerful Trainer. But what you fail to understand is that Sabrina is not bound by the same limitations as the rest of us. She moves through the world with a will that bends reality itself to her desires. This is not a woman lacking in intelligence or power, no matter what her network looks like on the surface."
He stood up, his form imposing in the dim light of the room. "Sabrina doesn't need spies. She doesn't need networks. The mind is her domain. Her battlefield. And I will not be the fool who underestimates the depth of her control over those who think they can oppose her."
The agent stepped back, realizing the danger Koga alluded to. Sabrina's true strength wasn't in her connections or physical power—it was in her ability to invade the mind, to twist thoughts and will, turning friend into foe with nothing more than a thought.
"She doesn't need to see you coming," Koga continued. "She already knows you're there. She already knows your weaknesses, your fears, your ambitions. And when she decides to strike, you will be undone before you even know the battle has begun."
The room fell silent, the agent's previous confidence draining away as he absorbed Koga's words. He had thought Sabrina was vulnerable, an easy mark for manipulation. But Koga's warning had opened his eyes to a far more dangerous reality.
"Do not mistake her silence for ignorance," Koga finished. "She is always watching. Always waiting. And when the time comes... no one, not even Team Rocket, will stand in her way."
The agent lowered his head, feeling the weight of his miscalculation. "Understood, sir," he muttered, retreating from the room.
As the door closed behind him, Koga remained still, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Sabrina was no ordinary threat. And he knew, deep down, that their time to confront her was coming. But for now, they would tread carefully, for even the smallest misstep could spell disaster.
Failure: The Operation is canceled.
Cinnabar Island
[]Open Project Firehand: Ah, the Legendary Birds, while Gio has one of them, there are still other legendaries to find.
DC:90/100
Rolled: D100 => 64
"Moltres's migration pattern is off." Blaine said calmly. "We'll need more data for this.
More Data is required.
The Blackthorn Conspiracy
[]Reach out to Supporters: It is time to see if others are ready to gather for the cause.
DC:40/50/60/100
Rolled: D100 => 46
They gather under your banner, young trainers, not experienced but they are believers in your cause…all will come soon now.
Your Supporters brew in silence waiting for your signal.
Reward: Gain +50 Rookie Trainers for your army.
AN:things be heating up.
Who gets the Ghost: D12 => 8 (Celedon City)
Giovanni
[] Oversee the Reconstruction of The Veridian Labs: It was originally a minor research center involving migrations, its time to get it back up and running.
DC:45/65
Rolled: D100 => 92+30=123
Viridian Labs had once been a prominent hub of R&D during the war. Cutting-edge technology, experimental Pokémon training techniques, and unregulated tests had made it a hotbed of scientific innovation—albeit with a reputation for lax safety protocols and even looser ethical standards. For a brief time, Giovanni had worked there, back when he was still plotting his rise to power. Though his stint was short, it had been enough to leave an impression.
When the lab inevitably shut down due to mounting public outrage over its dangerous practices, Giovanni's thoughts lingered on the place. Years later, with Team Rocket's influence and coffers growing, he had the means to act on that nostalgia. He quietly bought the lab, along with all the equipment that had been left behind, gathering another asset into his sprawling empire.
Now, standing in the repurposed facility, Giovanni gazed over the machinery that had been dormant for years. With a small, satisfied smile, he muttered to himself, "Ahh, a new asset, and new mechanisms to improve our standing... and expand our research base."
His voice carried just enough gravitas to suggest this was more than a nostalgic venture. This was strategic. Power wasn't just in controlling trainers or Pokémon—it was in mastering the technology that governed them.
An administrator approached, data pad in hand, voice clipped and professional. "Shall we move in our assets there, sir?"
Giovanni didn't even look over, his eyes still scanning the vast lab.
"Not the important ones," he replied coolly. "We don't want to draw too much attention. But move in the public-facing assets—the more... legitimate projects. You know, improved Poké Balls, basic training devices. The kind of things that build credibility."
The admin nodded, understanding perfectly. "For the sake of proper relations, of course."
"Precisely," Giovanni said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "The world only sees what we want them to see. And as far as they're concerned, the newly reformed Viridian Labs is just another R&D facility contributing to Pokémon welfare. Let's keep it that way."
Inwardly, though, Giovanni knew the lab was far more valuable than that. It was now a new front for Team Rocket's real ambitions. Publicly, it would develop harmless innovations for trainers and Pokémon alike. But beneath that polished surface, the real work—the secret work—would continue. New strategies. New technologies. And perhaps, new ways to further his quiet domination of Kanto.
Viridian Labs was just a piece of the puzzle, but every piece counted in Giovanni's long game.
Reward: Viridian Labs restored, It grants Giovanni an income of +300 and +15 to his RnD rolls on "Legitimate" projects.
Team Rocket!
[]Operational Overlay: If there is one thing that you need to deal with it is making sure Team Rockets Public Reputation is…intact enough for a public opener.
DC: 65
Rolled
100 => 73"Alright," Domino said, her voice steady as she glanced at the list in front of her. "Given our... chaotic introduction into public life with the Kanto Katastrophe, we're going to need to explain that—carefully."
Seated behind his desk, Giovanni leaned back, his fingers steepled as his sharp gaze followed Domino's every word. His calm was unshakable, but the gravity of the situation hung in the air.
"We need to explain this…gently," Giovanni repeated, emphasizing the word with a slight, but deliberate, pause. "Our volunteer work during the Katastrophe bought us some time, but the public—and the authorities—are now asking questions. Questions that demand answers. And those answers must be not only convincing but good ones."
Domino gave a tight nod, flipping through the pages of her report. "We've already compiled a preliminary list of expected questions, ones that should be appropriate for the press conference. We'll need to be especially cautious with anything that ties back to our more… confidential operations. As for the spokesperson, we're prepping one of the admins to handle the public-facing part of the operation."
"Your number two will have to be ready for the more... delicate inquiries," she added, her eyes flicking up to Giovanni, reading the subtle signs of his reaction.
Giovanni exhaled through his nose, a barely perceptible sigh. "Make sure they're prepared for the hard ones," he said. "This needs to be seamless."
His mind was already shifting to the next step. They had narrowly avoided a full-scale investigation thanks to their public display of charity during the Katastrophe. Team Rocket's involvement had been cleverly spun into a narrative of disaster relief, positioning them as unexpected heroes. But now that the initial shock had worn off, the media and the League were getting nosy.
"Plan a dinner meeting," Giovanni continued, his voice deepening with quiet authority. "We need to maintain the charade, keep it going until we have more control over the narrative. In the meantime, we can discuss our next move."
Domino raised an eyebrow. "Any preferences for the dinner, sir?"
Giovanni's lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. "I'm thinking Sinnoh regional delicacies tonight. Something exotic, something that suggests class and sophistication, without drawing too much attention. We'll need the right atmosphere to plan our next steps."
"But of course, sir," Domino replied smoothly. "I'll make the arrangements."
As she turned to leave, Giovanni spoke again, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "Appearances are everything, Domino. Even when preparing a policy you already know will pass. We control the perception, we control the outcome."
Domino nodded once more before exiting the room. Giovanni turned back to his desk, staring thoughtfully at the map of the regions sprawled across its surface. The Kanto Katastrophe was just the beginning, an unexpected twist in their favor. But public opinion was fickle, and he knew better than anyone how quickly the tide could turn.
But tonight, they would plan. And when the questions came, they would be ready and in control.
As always.
Pewter City/Brock
[]Study Mt. Moon: Mt Moon has been acting strangely… perhaps a closer examination is in order.
DC:???
Rolled: D100 => 56
"Does the mountain look different to you?" Brock asked calmly, his eyes fixed on the cliff face of Mt. Moon from the large observation window in his office. The towering rock formation, which had stood like a sentinel over Pewter City for generations, now seemed... off. Something was out of place, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
His aide, standing beside him, followed his gaze with a slight frown. "I'd say it could be rapid Pokémon migration," the aide offered. "Given the recent catastrophe, that wouldn't be surprising. But… I wouldn't rule out human meddling either. These sorts of things don't happen without a reason."
Brock's brow furrowed, his expression not giving much away. He had long been in tune with the natural rhythms of the area, and though Mt. Moon had always been somewhat unpredictable, something felt more fundamentally wrong now.
"Hmm," Brock muttered, his eyes narrowing as he examined the mountain more closely. "The cliff face looks… strange. It's subtle, but there's definitely something different about it."
His aide flipped through a few data sheets and reports before replying. "There are signs of mass movement. Something must've spooked the Pokémon—look at the density of the tracks leading away from the mountain."
"Yeah," Brock nodded, leaning forward slightly. His voice was calm, but there was a hardened edge to it now. "Unruly migrations like this tend to happen when something disrupts the balance. Mt. Moon has always had that reputation for instability, sure—but this? This feels different. More deliberate."
"Mt. Moon's caverns have always been volatile," the aide continued, flipping through reports on past incidents. "Whether it's Clefairy migrations or rogue trainers mining for Moon Stones, the mountain's seen its share of trouble. But nothing like this. This movement... it feels more concentrated. Like something forced them out in a hurry."
Brock stood up from his seat, pacing slowly as he continued to stare at the cliff. "Pokémon aren't easily rattled," he said thoughtfully. "At least, not by things they're used to. This is different—there's a pattern to it. The Pokémon aren't just fleeing; they're being driven."
The aide hesitated, glancing at Brock for a moment. "You think it's human interference? Like a coordinated effort?"
Brock's lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't want to jump to conclusions, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to exploit Mt. Moon. The resources under that mountain, the Pokémon that call it home... they're valuable to the wrong people. If there's something going on, we need to figure it out before it escalates."
The aide nodded, jotting down notes. "I'll get in touch with some field researchers. We can send a team up the mountain tomorrow to investigate. If something's driving the Pokémon away, it could be dangerous—for them and for us."
Brock didn't respond immediately, his thoughts still lingering on the mountain. Mt. Moon had always been more than just a landmark to him. It was a protector, a mysterious force that loomed over his city, connected to its fate. If someone was messing with that balance, they were messing with more than just nature.
"Let's not wait until tomorrow," Brock finally said, his voice firm. "Get the team ready now. If something's going on up there, I want to know before we have another catastrophe on our hands."
The aide nodded quickly and left the room, leaving Brock alone with the view of Mt. Moon. He stared at it for a few more moments, his eyes scanning the peaks and valleys of the cliffside. The mountain had secrets—secrets that had been disturbed.
And he intended to find out why.
Reward: Brock is off to explore Mt Moon…soon.
Cerulean City
[]Reopen the Port: Misty smiled and looked over the Port, "Okay we can open it."
DC:75/95
Rolled: D100 => 84
Misty stood proudly at the edge of the pier, her arms spread wide as she took a deep breath of the salty sea air. The sun glistened off the waves, and the distant sound of ship horns echoed across the water. She turned back toward the gathered crowd, her smile radiant with the kind of triumph that had been hard-fought.
"The port is now officially open!" she declared with a booming voice, her energy infectious.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their jubilation enough to shake the entire boardwalk. People hugged, waved flags, and clapped loudly, their relief palpable after months of hardship. It had been a long and arduous journey, but now, there was a tangible victory—something real, something that could bring the city back from the brink.
For a moment, Misty basked in the applause, her heart swelling with pride. But behind her smile, she knew the real work was only beginning.
Great, she thought to herself, scanning the docks where the first ships would soon begin unloading their cargo, now we can finally bring food into the city.
That meant no more rationing, no more desperate runs to the outskirts, and, most importantly, no more hunger. The city had been on the edge of collapse, and this was their lifeline.
As the cheers died down, she turned to one of her advisors standing nearby. "Get the shipping companies on the line—priority is food shipments. We need to stock up as soon as possible."
The advisor nodded, making a quick note before glancing up with a concerned expression. "Our finances though..." he started hesitantly. "They're still pretty rough. Opening the port is a big win, but we're in the red, Misty. If we don't start seeing income soon, we'll be in trouble."
Misty exhaled sharply. She knew he was right. The city's coffers had been drained trying to keep everyone fed, and even with the port operational, they were far from secure. "We'll get income rolling in," she said firmly. "First, we stabilize. The food shipments are priority one. Once we're feeding people, we can start exporting goods again. Fish, water resources, whatever we can muster. The city has to start generating its own income again."
The advisor looked relieved at her confidence but still had a wary look in his eyes. "I'll start putting together a list of potential exports and partners," he said, scribbling notes furiously. "We'll need to negotiate with neighboring regions for some quick deals."
"Do it," Misty replied, her eyes never leaving the horizon. The boats were coming in, and with them, hope for her city.
"We've made it this far," she muttered under her breath, almost as if to remind herself. "We'll keep going. We have to."
The reopening of the port was the first victory, but Misty knew well enough that it wouldn't be the last battle they'd have to fight. For now, though, it was enough to celebrate—enough to feel like they were back in the game.
And she'd make damn sure they stayed in it.
Reward: Trade with the outside world reestablished +500 Income.
Saffron City
[]Sabrina's Saffron Super Trainers: ALL WILL SERVE THE GODDESS! ALL WILL SERVE SABRINA!
DC:80/95
Rolled: D100 => 93+30=123
Sabrina stood tall, overlooking her army with a gaze that shimmered with cold intensity. These were no mere trainers; they were the ones who had forsaken their mundane lives—left behind the chains of mediocrity and embraced her will. Her army.
Hundreds strong, they were the elite of Saffron City, each handpicked for their potential, for their willingness to rise above the rabble. In their eyes burned the same determination she had kindled within herself—a hunger for power, control, and liberation from the small, insignificant lives they once knew. They belonged to her now, not just as soldiers, but as extensions of her vast psychic will.
Sabrina allowed herself a moment of triumph. A hundred loyal trainers, seasoned and capable, formed the core of her forces, ready to execute her commands without question. They would sweep across the region like a storm, her vision spreading far beyond the walls of Saffron City.
Her lips curled into a smile.
"No one can stop my rise…NO ONE!" she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber with unwavering certainty.
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Meanwhile, far away at the Indigo Plateau, Erika felt an unexpected shiver crawl down her spine. It was a cold, unsettling feeling that sent her thoughts spiraling back to a memory she had long buried—a game from her childhood. Mystics and Masterminds, it was called. In that game, one person assumed the role of the evil mastermind, while the others played the heroes trying to stop them. She remembered the thrill of trying to outwit the mastermind, the tension of each move. But now, as that chill gnawed at her, the memory resurfaced with a darker, more personal clarity.
What if...?
Her breath caught. A cold realization seeped into her mind. Sabrina's rise—her overwhelming power—wasn't just a random turn of events. Something deep down whispered that she, Erika, had played a part in this, somehow. Perhaps it was a long-ago decision, a misstep in friendship, or a careless oversight when Sabrina first began showing signs of her ambitions.
What have I done?
Reward: Sabrina's Army Gains 100 Skilled Trainers, each skilled in the Psychic Type Pokemon.
Erika regrets indulging Sabrina's Inner Supervillain.
Vermillion City
[Communications Blackout enforced…try again later]
Don't think I don't know your watching!-
Surge!
Celadon City Civil War!
Crimson Mura: D100 - 10 => 88
Esuine: D100 - 10 => 66
The Department Store HORDE!: D100 - 10 => 50
Crimson jolted awake, disoriented and still shaken from the wild dream that had plagued his sleep. His heart pounded in his chest, the remnants of the unsettling vision clinging to him like a fog. As he sat up, he glanced around, quickly checking on his Pokémon.
"You guys okay?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.
His team looked just as frazzled as he felt, their eyes wide and energy dimmed. Latias, in particular, couldn't stop trembling, her body curled into itself as if trying to escape from something that wasn't there. Crimson's brow furrowed as he noticed her shivering, a pang of worry cutting through him.
"There, there..." he murmured gently, wrapping his arms around the shivering Pokémon. He held her close, trying to ease her tension. "It's just a bad dream. We worked hard last night, so it's no surprise if you're all feeling a bit off today."
Latias let out a soft burp, followed by a deep sigh, her trembling easing into something calmer as she relaxed in his embrace. Crimson patted her back soothingly, but his mind was still reeling. The dream…there was something about it. A sense of deja vu gnawed at him, like he had experienced that eerie feeling before.
"I swear, that felt familiar…" Crimson muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall the details. There had been flashes of something—images and sensations that were more than just a bad night's sleep. Something deeper. Something darker.
His Pokémon, though still unsettled, were calming down now, the shared unease of the morning slowly fading. Crimson stood up, stretching his limbs as he tried to shake off the lingering heaviness in his chest.
"Well, one more good day of this and we should have this city cleaned up," he said, pushing the strange feeling to the back of his mind for now.
They had work to do, after all. There was no time to dwell on haunting dreams. But even as he spoke, a small part of him couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had been more than just a product of exhaustion. Something was coming, something familiar and unsettling, and Crimson wasn't sure he was ready to face it.
Reward: Crimson has 2 out of 3 successes, and has almost taken the city back.
Fuchsia City
[]Infultrate Saffron City: Sabrina is a force to be reckoned with, with all that is going on, best keep an eye on her.
DC: 60/70/90
Rolled: d100 => 18+37=55
"Request denied," Koga stated, his voice cold and measured.
The agent standing before him, tense and frustrated, couldn't mask his disbelief. "Sir, Sabrina is wide open for infiltration. She's lacking in any significant intelligence apparatus. Even with her supposed ties to Team Rocket, she's vulnerable! We can build our network inside Saffron, exploit the gaps in her security—"
Koga's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Consider your next words carefully," he interrupted, his tone laced with warning. "And recognize the folly of what you're asking."
The agent hesitated, swallowing hard as the weight of Koga's words sank in. This was no ordinary refusal. Koga's calm demeanor masked a deep, underlying caution—one not easily dismissed.
"This is no mere child you speak of," Koga continued, his voice low and deliberate, each word laden with a gravity that hung in the air like a storm about to break. "Sabrina may rule her territory with the ease of a warlord, but do not be deceived by her outward vulnerabilities. No... Sabrina is something far more terrifying."
The agent furrowed his brow, confused by Koga's hesitation. "But sir, her psychic abilities—"
"Her psychic abilities are only the beginning," Koga interjected. "You see her as a tactician, a powerful Trainer. But what you fail to understand is that Sabrina is not bound by the same limitations as the rest of us. She moves through the world with a will that bends reality itself to her desires. This is not a woman lacking in intelligence or power, no matter what her network looks like on the surface."
He stood up, his form imposing in the dim light of the room. "Sabrina doesn't need spies. She doesn't need networks. The mind is her domain. Her battlefield. And I will not be the fool who underestimates the depth of her control over those who think they can oppose her."
The agent stepped back, realizing the danger Koga alluded to. Sabrina's true strength wasn't in her connections or physical power—it was in her ability to invade the mind, to twist thoughts and will, turning friend into foe with nothing more than a thought.
"She doesn't need to see you coming," Koga continued. "She already knows you're there. She already knows your weaknesses, your fears, your ambitions. And when she decides to strike, you will be undone before you even know the battle has begun."
The room fell silent, the agent's previous confidence draining away as he absorbed Koga's words. He had thought Sabrina was vulnerable, an easy mark for manipulation. But Koga's warning had opened his eyes to a far more dangerous reality.
"Do not mistake her silence for ignorance," Koga finished. "She is always watching. Always waiting. And when the time comes... no one, not even Team Rocket, will stand in her way."
The agent lowered his head, feeling the weight of his miscalculation. "Understood, sir," he muttered, retreating from the room.
As the door closed behind him, Koga remained still, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Sabrina was no ordinary threat. And he knew, deep down, that their time to confront her was coming. But for now, they would tread carefully, for even the smallest misstep could spell disaster.
Failure: The Operation is canceled.
Cinnabar Island
[]Open Project Firehand: Ah, the Legendary Birds, while Gio has one of them, there are still other legendaries to find.
DC:90/100
Rolled: D100 => 64
"Moltres's migration pattern is off." Blaine said calmly. "We'll need more data for this.
More Data is required.
The Blackthorn Conspiracy
[]Reach out to Supporters: It is time to see if others are ready to gather for the cause.
DC:40/50/60/100
Rolled: D100 => 46
They gather under your banner, young trainers, not experienced but they are believers in your cause…all will come soon now.
Your Supporters brew in silence waiting for your signal.
Reward: Gain +50 Rookie Trainers for your army.
AN:things be heating up.
We should contact him next turn.
- Location
- California,USA
You should do a lot of things next turn,what happens next is on you.
- Location
- Three feet to the left
- Pronouns
- He/They
Ah hell. We need numbers, fast.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A 1000 trainers well that is a scary number. Though small silver lining is that she far away for now at least...
- Location
- California,USA
100 trainers, no one has that kind of numbers.
Holy arceus, the roll sabrina has is on the roll, and damn she got people frighten by her power i mean the ninja clan fears her because she could make them fall into infighting with her mind and erika is really regretting that she played games that encouraged sabrina to be the villain
If she keeps rolling like this, then it wont be sabrina tha needs team rocket, but team rocket and giovanni needs her
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Even worse, in Pokemon Zensho, Sabrina also happens to have precog abilities, being able to see the future giving her a leg up in battles. And well, in a war scale, that's just another advantage brought by her ridiculous mental power.
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Edit: I just realized something. Us, Giovanni, and Brock are practically the B Plot storyline right now, with Gio being currently the silent support for Sabrina, the titan in the playground, and the massive desperate coalition of everyone else over there to oppose her, with us likely to eventually become the silent support for the Coalition, once we get to the point we could do that.
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