- Location
- California,USA
So any questions?
Pokemon Rangers: Kanto Katastrophe! (No SV, Guide Agent Crimson and Save the World!)
- Thread starter Cyberphilosipher
- Start date
[X]Rocket Activity and Ranger Work
- Location
- California,USA
Um, are we going to vote?
I'm voting
- Location
- California,USA
Hmm, if the turn out is so low as to be just you and Marine, I'll have to accelerate to plan B.
But don't worry your going to have a great time with it.
[X]Rocket Activity and Ranger Work
Well, part of it is likely doing the spend time with Pokémon action. Thinking next turn we should squeeze in actions for our pokemon.
Though some like Growlith and slowpoke are item based, and thus our budget would be useful.
Given we likely are gonna be goin to the school, it's gonna be 'Interesting' dealing with that school from Pokémon episode The School of Hard Knocks. There IS quite a bit of it that is off, and yet they have been around for a while and has a good reputation given that it was at least around long enough for the two humans of the TR trio to have flunked out of the entrance exam.
Well, part of it is likely doing the spend time with Pokémon action. Thinking next turn we should squeeze in actions for our pokemon.
Though some like Growlith and slowpoke are item based, and thus our budget would be useful.
Given we likely are gonna be goin to the school, it's gonna be 'Interesting' dealing with that school from Pokémon episode The School of Hard Knocks. There IS quite a bit of it that is off, and yet they have been around for a while and has a good reputation given that it was at least around long enough for the two humans of the TR trio to have flunked out of the entrance exam.
- Location
- California,USA
Calling the Vote in 10 minutes.
One More Story
- Location
- California,USA
One More Story
-[]Reports and Reporting: Time to get an idea of how the rangers are doing. Hopefully they aren't dealing with things like a near civil war caused by broken coffee machines. Rolled: D100 => 86+30=116
"Operational Command's gotten its act together at least," Blake, your handler, remarked as you passed over the folded report.
"So, they're finally going to pop this cherry, aren't they?" You leaned on the cold railing of the balcony that served as your dead drop, the city lights below flickering in the haze of night.
Blake gave a small, humorless chuckle, nodding. "Yep. If everything goes according to plan, the entire region will be under lockdown by dawn. We'll be sweeping across it like a hurricane—nothing left standing in our path."
You glanced out at the sprawling cityscape, the weight of his words settling in."I wouldn't be so hasty, Blake. Rocket's got plans that even I haven't seen. You don't underestimate an operation like this. They're deep, with resources I can barely comprehend."
Blake shrugged, unbothered by the caution in your voice. "If luck's on our side, we won't have to worry about that. We've got the legal standing, the paperwork's ironclad. When it comes to the physical side of things, tactical will handle it. You? You'll be sitting pretty, getting a medal for this one."He paused, smirking. "Maybe even a nice desk job, if you're unlucky enough."
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head."There are worse things in life than a desk job, believe me."
"That there are," Blake agreed, his voice growing more serious. "But after this, you'll be in a different league. You've worked deep enough to see things most people would never dream of. Hell, you've held your own in Rocket territory and lived to report it. Not many can say that."
You stared down at the city again, the weight of it all pressing against your chest. The lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color, a thousand lives unknowingly hanging in the balance.
"So we're nearing the end of the mission, huh?" you asked quietly, though the finality of it gnawed at you. The end felt both like salvation and doom—after so long, would you even know what to do with yourself?
Blake lit a cigarette, the glow of it flickering in the dark. "Yeah. This close. When the sweep starts, we'll be making history." He took a drag, blowing the smoke into the night air. "But you've always known—missions like this? They never really end. Not for people like us."
You nodded, the words lingering in your mind. Deep down, you knew he was right. No matter the medals or promotions, the fight never truly stopped. Rockets, governments, powers beyond comprehension—they were all tangled in a web too deep to unravel.
"Still,"you muttered, pushing off the railing and adjusting your coat. "If this is what it takes to end it, I'll take my chances."
Blake flicked the cigarette into the street below, watching it disappear. "Let's just hope it does end. For all our sakes.
You exchanged a look, a shared understanding passing between you both. Whatever was coming next, it was bigger than either of you could predict.
Reward: We're in the Endgame now...the Time to Strike has begun.
-[]Transportation and you: You got a bike voucher, so now you could get yourself a bike. Just gotta make sure it doesn't get destroyed, cause it's somehow more expensive than the Rocket Balloons.Rolled: D100 => 93+13=106
"A bike, hybrid electric and pedal," you said, eyeing the sleek machine in front of you as you handed over the voucher.
The shopkeeper gave a small nod, his hands adjusting the handlebars. "Top speed of thirty-five miles per hour, though I wouldn't recommend pushing it unless you're in a real hurry." His voice was calm but carried the tone of someone who'd seen plenty of reckless customers ignore that advice.
You ran your hand along the frame, feeling the smooth, polished metal under your fingertips. "Done," you replied, already mentally calculating how it could shave precious minutes off your routes. Whether it was for work or evasion, speed was always a valuable asset.
The shopkeeper stepped back, giving the bike a final once-over before sliding the keys across the counter. "She's all yours. Battery's fully charged, and I've made sure the tires are ready for any terrain. Good luck out there."
You nodded in appreciation, gripping the handlebars as you led the bike outside. It was a practical reward, one that would serve you well in both day-to-day operations and in situations where speed was life or death.
Reward: Match BIKE Acquired!
- Top Speed: 35 mph
- Hybrid: Pedal for extra stamina or switch to electric for speed.
- Battery: Fully charged, ready for immediate use.
With a swift motion, you mounted the bike, feeling the weight balance perfectly beneath you. The city sprawled out ahead, and with this new tool at your disposal, the streets were yours to command.
-[]The Veridian Forest Ecological check: And to go check the Forest in order to make sure that we have Pokemon not messing up the ecology and Region health. Rolled: D100 => 88+28=116
The forest was eerily pristine, almost unsettling in its perfection. The usual signs of human presence—discarded wrappers, soda cans, or the occasional abandoned Pokéball—were nowhere to be seen. Even the Pokémon chatter, which usually filled the woods with the sounds of rustling and calls, had quieted down to a serene hum. It was as though nature itself had pressed pause on all disruptions, creating an atmosphere of unnerving stillness.
The trailheads were worn, the benches slightly weathered, but beyond that, there were no signs of human activity. No disturbances in the undergrowth, no trampled flowers, nothing to suggest that people had been here recently. It felt strange, like the forest had reverted to its natural state, untouched by civilization.
You furrowed your brow, scanning the area more closely. Something about this felt off. The cleanliness was too perfect. There were no signs of recent Pokémon battles, and not even a hint of Jessie and James' usual theatrics. Their infamous Meowth-shaped balloon, typically crash-landed somewhere in disarray, was conspicuously absent. For Team Rocket to be keeping such a low profile was unusual.
It was almost *too* quiet.
Still, after several sweeps through the area, nothing seemed amiss. The trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, and the forest floor was undisturbed. Perhaps, for once, everything really was in order. Maybe Jessie and James had decided to lay low, or perhaps they'd finally taken a hint and found trouble elsewhere.
Whatever the case, the forest was in perfect balance.
Reward: Forest Ecology is in excellent condition, with no signs of major aberrations or disruptions.
-[]Mission A Hard Knock School: You remember reading about places like this, hyper-competitive sorts that want to emphasize the Battle of Pokemon Battling. This is going to be a pain in the ass. Rolled: D100 => 46
At first glance, the institution seemed like the very definition of a well-run, orderly school. There were clearly marked hallways with signs pointing to various facilities, students in crisp uniforms hurrying between classes, textbooks clutched in hand. The air was filled with the sound of rustling papers and the chatter of an active student body. Everything appeared pristine, like a carefully choreographed performance.
But beneath that polished exterior, there was a deep divide in how the student body was being treated—and worse, how they were being supported in their journey as trainers. The school prided itself on its structured learning environment, but there was something darker at play.
A controversy had been simmering, one that wouldn't have involved you under normal circumstances. This was typically the kind of thing that would be left for the Board of Education to handle. But you couldn't ignore it. The issue at hand? **Pokémon Rentals.**
The very thought of it made your stomach turn. Pokémon were not mere tools to be rented out for convenience or profit. They were companions, partners in a journey meant to strengthen the bond between trainer and Pokémon. A team was supposed to be built from the ground up, starting with a chosen starter, growing together through victories and losses, not *rented* like a library book and swapped out when their time was up.
The practice existed in a murky, legal gray area—technically permissible, but open to all kinds of abuse. And this school had found a way to exploit that loophole. The more you dug into it, the worse it became. Students weren't even forming bonds with the Pokémon they rented. Each month, the rentals were swapped out for weaker ones, keeping the students from ever truly connecting with their partners. Pokémon were treated as commodities, no more personal than a textbook.
You had pointed out this growing issue to the administration, and rather than confront the problem, they tried to cover it up. It became a constant battle to keep the practice from being revealed, but it was impossible to hide something this wrong for long. You pressed forward, filing a detailed report on the school's unethical practices.
Soon enough, the Game Wardens were called in. Their arrival marked the end of the school's nearly spotless twenty-year record, and the start of an intense audit that would bring the Pokémon Rental controversy to light.
In less than a week, you'd uncovered at least three major violations, and you knew the Game Wardens would uncover more. The students deserved better, and you had ensured they would get it.
Reward: The Game Wardens will have a field day auditing the school, exposing all the illegalities and malpractices. You feel a sense of justice, knowing you've made a real difference in how the students will experience their journey as trainers.
-[]Spend time with Erika: She seems ready to talk about… lot of things. "Crimson I think we need to talk."Rolled: D100 + 30 => 35
The letter sat on your desk, its edges slightly curled as if it had been there far longer than it should have. You'd barely glanced at it when it arrived—just enough to recognize the familiar, graceful handwriting—but the weight of the words seemed to press down on you now.
Crimson...
The letter began, simple enough. Yet there was a hollow echo to it, as if each stroke of ink had drained the writer of something vital. The rest of the letter wasn't much clearer, offering only vague explanations and a sense of growing unease.
I'm sorry that I cannot give you a more honest explanation, but know that this wasn't an easy decision to make.
Your eyes lingered on those words. They felt rehearsed, like they had been repeated in her mind over and over before finally being put to paper. Erika had always been poised, controlled—a *happy flower girl* on the surface, but anyone who knew her well could sense there was far more beneath that carefully constructed exterior.
The world needs more than just a happy flower girl or a ruthless corporate princess to be. It needs something more.
What that "something" was, she didn't say. She never would. But you felt the chill behind the sentiment. The world had always demanded too much of her. It demanded her grace, her leadership, her *kindness*—and now, perhaps, it demanded her downfall.
Your hand hovered above the paper, unwilling to touch it for too long. The ink—normally fragrant with soft, floral undertones—carried a scent far more sinister. It smelled like poison, sharp and acrid, the kind of toxin that seeped into the air and clung to your senses. You couldn't shake the feeling that the letter itself was a trap, a carefully laid snare. Burning it felt like a risk. Who knew what vile fumes might be released into the building if the ink caught fire?
One thing was clear, though: something was terribly wrong.
This was not a simple goodbye letter. Erika was not just taking a break. The implications ran deeper, darker than you could immediately grasp, but the pit in your stomach told you to prepare for the worst. It was as if a part of her had been stripped away, or worse—something new had taken root in its place.
There was no mention of when, or even if, she would return to her Gym duties. The once-vibrant Garden Gym would now be left in the hands of... who? What exactly had happened to her?
Reward:Erika has taken a mysterious leave of absence from her Gym Duties. Peculiar doesn't even begin to cover it. Something is terribly wrong here, and it may soon demand your attention.
-[]Getting work done: Now time to do something, it's time, to try to pull rank and do some work in Team Rocket proper. Rolled: D100 => 40+13=53
Nothing needed to be done beyond basic paperwork.
Reward: +100 wealth.
AN: Its time to get to the real thing we've wanted to see for years.
-[]Reports and Reporting: Time to get an idea of how the rangers are doing. Hopefully they aren't dealing with things like a near civil war caused by broken coffee machines. Rolled: D100 => 86+30=116
"Operational Command's gotten its act together at least," Blake, your handler, remarked as you passed over the folded report.
"So, they're finally going to pop this cherry, aren't they?" You leaned on the cold railing of the balcony that served as your dead drop, the city lights below flickering in the haze of night.
Blake gave a small, humorless chuckle, nodding. "Yep. If everything goes according to plan, the entire region will be under lockdown by dawn. We'll be sweeping across it like a hurricane—nothing left standing in our path."
You glanced out at the sprawling cityscape, the weight of his words settling in."I wouldn't be so hasty, Blake. Rocket's got plans that even I haven't seen. You don't underestimate an operation like this. They're deep, with resources I can barely comprehend."
Blake shrugged, unbothered by the caution in your voice. "If luck's on our side, we won't have to worry about that. We've got the legal standing, the paperwork's ironclad. When it comes to the physical side of things, tactical will handle it. You? You'll be sitting pretty, getting a medal for this one."He paused, smirking. "Maybe even a nice desk job, if you're unlucky enough."
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head."There are worse things in life than a desk job, believe me."
"That there are," Blake agreed, his voice growing more serious. "But after this, you'll be in a different league. You've worked deep enough to see things most people would never dream of. Hell, you've held your own in Rocket territory and lived to report it. Not many can say that."
You stared down at the city again, the weight of it all pressing against your chest. The lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color, a thousand lives unknowingly hanging in the balance.
"So we're nearing the end of the mission, huh?" you asked quietly, though the finality of it gnawed at you. The end felt both like salvation and doom—after so long, would you even know what to do with yourself?
Blake lit a cigarette, the glow of it flickering in the dark. "Yeah. This close. When the sweep starts, we'll be making history." He took a drag, blowing the smoke into the night air. "But you've always known—missions like this? They never really end. Not for people like us."
You nodded, the words lingering in your mind. Deep down, you knew he was right. No matter the medals or promotions, the fight never truly stopped. Rockets, governments, powers beyond comprehension—they were all tangled in a web too deep to unravel.
"Still,"you muttered, pushing off the railing and adjusting your coat. "If this is what it takes to end it, I'll take my chances."
Blake flicked the cigarette into the street below, watching it disappear. "Let's just hope it does end. For all our sakes.
You exchanged a look, a shared understanding passing between you both. Whatever was coming next, it was bigger than either of you could predict.
Reward: We're in the Endgame now...the Time to Strike has begun.
-[]Transportation and you: You got a bike voucher, so now you could get yourself a bike. Just gotta make sure it doesn't get destroyed, cause it's somehow more expensive than the Rocket Balloons.Rolled: D100 => 93+13=106
"A bike, hybrid electric and pedal," you said, eyeing the sleek machine in front of you as you handed over the voucher.
The shopkeeper gave a small nod, his hands adjusting the handlebars. "Top speed of thirty-five miles per hour, though I wouldn't recommend pushing it unless you're in a real hurry." His voice was calm but carried the tone of someone who'd seen plenty of reckless customers ignore that advice.
You ran your hand along the frame, feeling the smooth, polished metal under your fingertips. "Done," you replied, already mentally calculating how it could shave precious minutes off your routes. Whether it was for work or evasion, speed was always a valuable asset.
The shopkeeper stepped back, giving the bike a final once-over before sliding the keys across the counter. "She's all yours. Battery's fully charged, and I've made sure the tires are ready for any terrain. Good luck out there."
You nodded in appreciation, gripping the handlebars as you led the bike outside. It was a practical reward, one that would serve you well in both day-to-day operations and in situations where speed was life or death.
Reward: Match BIKE Acquired!
- Top Speed: 35 mph
- Hybrid: Pedal for extra stamina or switch to electric for speed.
- Battery: Fully charged, ready for immediate use.
With a swift motion, you mounted the bike, feeling the weight balance perfectly beneath you. The city sprawled out ahead, and with this new tool at your disposal, the streets were yours to command.
-[]The Veridian Forest Ecological check: And to go check the Forest in order to make sure that we have Pokemon not messing up the ecology and Region health. Rolled: D100 => 88+28=116
The forest was eerily pristine, almost unsettling in its perfection. The usual signs of human presence—discarded wrappers, soda cans, or the occasional abandoned Pokéball—were nowhere to be seen. Even the Pokémon chatter, which usually filled the woods with the sounds of rustling and calls, had quieted down to a serene hum. It was as though nature itself had pressed pause on all disruptions, creating an atmosphere of unnerving stillness.
The trailheads were worn, the benches slightly weathered, but beyond that, there were no signs of human activity. No disturbances in the undergrowth, no trampled flowers, nothing to suggest that people had been here recently. It felt strange, like the forest had reverted to its natural state, untouched by civilization.
You furrowed your brow, scanning the area more closely. Something about this felt off. The cleanliness was too perfect. There were no signs of recent Pokémon battles, and not even a hint of Jessie and James' usual theatrics. Their infamous Meowth-shaped balloon, typically crash-landed somewhere in disarray, was conspicuously absent. For Team Rocket to be keeping such a low profile was unusual.
It was almost *too* quiet.
Still, after several sweeps through the area, nothing seemed amiss. The trees stood tall, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze, and the forest floor was undisturbed. Perhaps, for once, everything really was in order. Maybe Jessie and James had decided to lay low, or perhaps they'd finally taken a hint and found trouble elsewhere.
Whatever the case, the forest was in perfect balance.
Reward: Forest Ecology is in excellent condition, with no signs of major aberrations or disruptions.
-[]Mission A Hard Knock School: You remember reading about places like this, hyper-competitive sorts that want to emphasize the Battle of Pokemon Battling. This is going to be a pain in the ass. Rolled: D100 => 46
At first glance, the institution seemed like the very definition of a well-run, orderly school. There were clearly marked hallways with signs pointing to various facilities, students in crisp uniforms hurrying between classes, textbooks clutched in hand. The air was filled with the sound of rustling papers and the chatter of an active student body. Everything appeared pristine, like a carefully choreographed performance.
But beneath that polished exterior, there was a deep divide in how the student body was being treated—and worse, how they were being supported in their journey as trainers. The school prided itself on its structured learning environment, but there was something darker at play.
A controversy had been simmering, one that wouldn't have involved you under normal circumstances. This was typically the kind of thing that would be left for the Board of Education to handle. But you couldn't ignore it. The issue at hand? **Pokémon Rentals.**
The very thought of it made your stomach turn. Pokémon were not mere tools to be rented out for convenience or profit. They were companions, partners in a journey meant to strengthen the bond between trainer and Pokémon. A team was supposed to be built from the ground up, starting with a chosen starter, growing together through victories and losses, not *rented* like a library book and swapped out when their time was up.
The practice existed in a murky, legal gray area—technically permissible, but open to all kinds of abuse. And this school had found a way to exploit that loophole. The more you dug into it, the worse it became. Students weren't even forming bonds with the Pokémon they rented. Each month, the rentals were swapped out for weaker ones, keeping the students from ever truly connecting with their partners. Pokémon were treated as commodities, no more personal than a textbook.
You had pointed out this growing issue to the administration, and rather than confront the problem, they tried to cover it up. It became a constant battle to keep the practice from being revealed, but it was impossible to hide something this wrong for long. You pressed forward, filing a detailed report on the school's unethical practices.
Soon enough, the Game Wardens were called in. Their arrival marked the end of the school's nearly spotless twenty-year record, and the start of an intense audit that would bring the Pokémon Rental controversy to light.
In less than a week, you'd uncovered at least three major violations, and you knew the Game Wardens would uncover more. The students deserved better, and you had ensured they would get it.
Reward: The Game Wardens will have a field day auditing the school, exposing all the illegalities and malpractices. You feel a sense of justice, knowing you've made a real difference in how the students will experience their journey as trainers.
-[]Spend time with Erika: She seems ready to talk about… lot of things. "Crimson I think we need to talk."Rolled: D100 + 30 => 35
The letter sat on your desk, its edges slightly curled as if it had been there far longer than it should have. You'd barely glanced at it when it arrived—just enough to recognize the familiar, graceful handwriting—but the weight of the words seemed to press down on you now.
Crimson...
The letter began, simple enough. Yet there was a hollow echo to it, as if each stroke of ink had drained the writer of something vital. The rest of the letter wasn't much clearer, offering only vague explanations and a sense of growing unease.
I'm sorry that I cannot give you a more honest explanation, but know that this wasn't an easy decision to make.
Your eyes lingered on those words. They felt rehearsed, like they had been repeated in her mind over and over before finally being put to paper. Erika had always been poised, controlled—a *happy flower girl* on the surface, but anyone who knew her well could sense there was far more beneath that carefully constructed exterior.
The world needs more than just a happy flower girl or a ruthless corporate princess to be. It needs something more.
What that "something" was, she didn't say. She never would. But you felt the chill behind the sentiment. The world had always demanded too much of her. It demanded her grace, her leadership, her *kindness*—and now, perhaps, it demanded her downfall.
Your hand hovered above the paper, unwilling to touch it for too long. The ink—normally fragrant with soft, floral undertones—carried a scent far more sinister. It smelled like poison, sharp and acrid, the kind of toxin that seeped into the air and clung to your senses. You couldn't shake the feeling that the letter itself was a trap, a carefully laid snare. Burning it felt like a risk. Who knew what vile fumes might be released into the building if the ink caught fire?
One thing was clear, though: something was terribly wrong.
This was not a simple goodbye letter. Erika was not just taking a break. The implications ran deeper, darker than you could immediately grasp, but the pit in your stomach told you to prepare for the worst. It was as if a part of her had been stripped away, or worse—something new had taken root in its place.
There was no mention of when, or even if, she would return to her Gym duties. The once-vibrant Garden Gym would now be left in the hands of... who? What exactly had happened to her?
Reward:Erika has taken a mysterious leave of absence from her Gym Duties. Peculiar doesn't even begin to cover it. Something is terribly wrong here, and it may soon demand your attention.
-[]Getting work done: Now time to do something, it's time, to try to pull rank and do some work in Team Rocket proper. Rolled: D100 => 40+13=53
Nothing needed to be done beyond basic paperwork.
Reward: +100 wealth.
AN: Its time to get to the real thing we've wanted to see for years.
Given the buildup. Either he's right about it being short because the rangers or Team rocket have suffecient advantage, or it's gonna turn into a slog as the various gym leaders start taking sides to protect their territory from the devastation.
...And who the hell knows with this. Given the context, it is almost guaranteed to somehow be linked to Agatha. How? Who knows.
- Location
- California,USA
....Thinking about it. There is one possibility, one wild enough that it happening would alone be enough to flip the board and end any hopes of this being quick, short of extremely lopsided power distribution.
Agatha puling on the connections of herself, the 'faction leader', and a few unfortunate officials to have the League wade into the chaos as their own separate faction, catching both sides flatfooted as the previously 'allied' faction starts fighting with everyone as the Elite four weighs in.
Agatha puling on the connections of herself, the 'faction leader', and a few unfortunate officials to have the League wade into the chaos as their own separate faction, catching both sides flatfooted as the previously 'allied' faction starts fighting with everyone as the Elite four weighs in.
A Moment before the End (In witch Kanto FINALLY Falls)
- Location
- California,USA
A Moment before the End (In witch Kanto FINALLY Falls)
Cerulean City: D100 Roll => 31
Tropical Storm Gyarados has unleashed its fury upon Cerulean City, making landfall with devastating force. The once-bustling coastal city now lies battered, with significant damage to the docks and a crumbling local economy. Fishing boats are shattered like driftwood, and streets that once echoed with the sound of tourists and traders are eerily quiet, submerged under floodwaters.
The storm, aptly named after the mighty Gyarados, symbolized the untamed rage of the sea itself, turning the peaceful waters of Cerulean Bay into a swirling maelstrom of destruction. Homes near the coastlines were flooded, and several key bridges connecting the city to surrounding areas were swept away by the torrential rains and tidal surges. The heart of the city's trade and commerce—the Cerulean Docks—was hit hardest, leaving the local fishing industry and the economic lifeblood of the city in ruins.
In the wake of the storm, **Gym Leader Misty Waterflower**, known for her strength and resilience, stood at the forefront of the recovery effort. Alongside her sisters, Daisy, Lily, and Violet, Misty wasted no time in organizing a city-wide response. Recognizing that the damage was too great for Cerulean City to recover on its own, they instituted a **mandatory work program**. Citizens, trainers, and even visitors who had been stranded in the city were called to arms, tasked with rebuilding Cerulean's crumbled infrastructure. From clearing debris to repairing the shattered docks, every able-bodied person was assigned duties, creating an all-hands-on-deck atmosphere.
Misty's leadership was key, her no-nonsense attitude keeping morale high even in the darkest days. Her Gym had become the central hub of activity, not for battles, but as a distribution center for resources. Those with Water-type Pokémon played a pivotal role, using their abilities to help drain flooded areas and restore order to the chaos.
The **Cerulean City Work Program** was controversial at first, as many citizens were unaccustomed to the mandatory nature of the effort. But Misty and her sisters' firm resolve eventually won over the public, as the city's resilience began to show. Day by day, with sweat and determination, Cerulean City slowly rose from the wreckage. The road to recovery was long, but thanks to the Waterflower sisters, hope remained afloat.
Reward: Cerulean City Survives barely…and rebuilds.
### Celadon City: D100 Roll => 11
Something had happened to Erika.
Deep in the pit of Crimson's stomach, he knew it. The kind of gnawing sensation that crept up on him slowly, like a shadow that refused to leave even in the light of day. He didn't need to hear the news or see the smoke billowing from across the city to understand that something had gone terribly wrong. It was a feeling, an instinct, that sent his mind racing.
Celadon City—usually alive with the hum of commerce, the scents of blooming flowers, and the peaceful ambiance that Erika, the Gym Leader, carefully cultivated—now felt oppressive. The vibrant greenery, the proud gardens, and the iconic Gym nestled within its floral sanctuary all seemed distant, almost foreboding.
Crimson's unease started with whispers. First, the usual chatter of the townspeople seemed to shift, filled with uncertainty and growing tension. Then, he noticed the absence of Erika's usual presence. Normally, she'd be seen around the city, either leading training sessions or helping the citizens with her soothing guidance, but she had been noticeably absent for days.
What had happened?
Crimson's heart sank as he made his way toward the Gym, his steps heavy and deliberate. The peaceful exterior of the **Celadon Gym**—a floral paradise in the heart of the city—now felt like a veil hiding something darker. His mind raced with possibilities: a betrayal from within? A sudden disappearance? Or worse, had something sinister happened beneath the surface of Erika's calm and composed persona?
As he arrived at the steps of the Gym, the air felt colder. The usual sweet fragrance of the Gym's signature flower fields was faint. Crimson couldn't shake the dread welling up inside him. He knew, deep down, that whatever had happened, it would change everything. He tried to steel himself for what lay ahead, but that pit in his stomach only grew deeper, twisting with every step he took.
"Erika..." he muttered under his breath as he reached for the door. Something had happened. And he had to find out what.
Reward: Erika has abandoned us…Without a Gym Leader, the City's defences would not last a week.
Saffron City: D100 Roll => 90
Sabrina Natsuma stared at the news feed and began to laugh.
It started low, almost a chuckle, but quickly grew louder, reverberating off the walls of her darkened room. The laughter was genuine, yet it carried an unnerving edge, the kind of sound that made anyone listening question her sanity. She leaned back in her chair, her violet eyes reflecting the cold glow of the screen, her lips curling into a smile that spoke of madness.
For years, Sabrina had lived under the weight of control—her psychic abilities made her a force feared across the region, yet she had never truly felt the freedom she craved. Every day, she had bent the world to her will, controlling minds, bending reality, but there was always something missing. Now, as she watched the world shift and tremble, she had finally seen it—something stronger, something greater than her powers.
The passing of time. The ending of the age of peace.
She had waited, watched, and bided her time. Now, with Kanto in turmoil, the storm clouds of conflict gathering, she could feel it. Her time had come. The world was slipping into chaos, and that chaos would be her kingdom.
"Kanto… will be mine," she whispered, though the words carried the weight of prophecy. Her psychic powers pulsed around her, invisible but palpable, bending the air, distorting the energy in the room.
"I finally know what I was put upon this world to do." Her voice rose to a shriek as she stood, hands outstretched, her laughter echoing like thunder. "Can anyone imagine such a happiness that fills me so?!"
Her laughter burst through the mental fabric of Saffron City, a psychic wave of dark amusement that struck fear into the hearts of the citizens. They felt it, all of them, a rumbling in their souls—the likes of which hadn't been felt since the darkest days of Kanto's history, nearly sixteen years ago when another power threatened to tear apart the fragility of the world.
Now, it was Sabrina.
No longer just the Gym Leader of Saffron City, she had found her calling in the fires of madness. She was no longer bound by the limits of control, of restraint.
She was free. Free to carve out the future she had long envisioned, the future that was hers by right. And in her freedom, Kanto would tremble.
The age of peace had ended, and Sabrina, the psychic queen of Saffron City, would reign over the new era of uncertainty.
Reward: Sabrina Finally figured out what she's going to do today!
Pallet Town: D100 Roll => 24
Professor Oak held his breath, his wrinkled fingers gripping the edge of his desk as if the wood itself could anchor him against the storm of emotions welling inside. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of decades of research and the lives of so many hanging on what he had just witnessed. He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to count.
**One.**
His mind immediately flashed to **Vermillion City**, where fire and water had collided in chaotic fury. The reports were grim. A freak tsunami had struck the city, born of a disturbance so sudden it left no time for evacuation. The waves had surged through the docks, swallowing ships and flooding streets. People were scrambling, Pokémon struggling to stay afloat amidst the wreckage. **The winds of change had blown in a way no one could have anticipated.**
**Two.**
His thoughts drifted to **Lavender Town**, where something even more unnatural had taken hold. The strange, eerie fog that had descended upon the town seemed to defy explanation. Locals whispered of lost souls and ancient curses, their eyes wide with fear. Technology faltered in the mist, as if something ancient, something forgotten, had reawakened. The silence that fell over Lavender Town was unnerving—nothing but that haunting fog, wrapping around the town like a shroud. **No one knew what caused it, and the unknown terrified Oak the most.**
**Three.**
He let out a shaky breath, the realization settling deep in his bones. **He was going to witness another great catastrophe again.** The same kind of devastation that had shaped Kanto all those years ago. A disaster on a scale that would affect lives, cities, Pokémon, and the balance of the natural world.
"Not again," he muttered under his breath, the weight of history pressing down on him. He couldn't let it happen, not on his watch. But even as he formulated plans, reaching for his phone to contact his most trusted allies, there was a cold certainty creeping into his mind.
The region was on the edge of something profound, something dark. And once again, it was up to those with the knowledge and power to try and stop it—if they still had time.
For the briefest of moments, Oak hesitated, feeling the enormity of the situation wash over him. He was no longer the young researcher with endless optimism. The years had made him cautious, but not defeated. Still, as he picked up the phone, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
It was going to get worse before it got better. And this time, they might not be so lucky.
Reward: Despite minor Damages, the Town Survives.
Pewter City: D100 Roll => 27
Pewter City was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere it usually carried as the gateway to Kanto's mountainous regions. Streets were deserted, businesses shuttered, and only the occasional flicker of lights in windows hinted at life behind closed doors. The city had entered a full lockdown—something not seen in recent memory. Rumors spread like wildfire, but official communication remained scarce, fueling the unease that had gripped the population.
The Pewter Gym, once a beacon of activity with trainers coming and going, now stood still. The stone façade, usually a symbol of strength and resilience, felt cold and imposing in the silence. Gym Leader Brock, typically a steady and reassuring figure, had yet to comment publicly on the events that had led to this unprecedented situation.
Citizens speculated wildly, their voices hushed with fear. Some whispered about an attack, others about a natural disaster no one had seen coming. But the truth remained elusive. What was clear was that something significant had happened—something powerful enough to plunge Pewter City into a state of paralysis.
Brock, a man known for his calm under pressure, was notably absent from the public eye. His silence only added to the growing tension. Usually, Brock would be the first to address the people in times of uncertainty, offering words of encouragement or explanation. His lack of response this time was unsettling, leading many to wonder if the situation was even worse than they feared.
Behind closed doors, there were reports of strange seismic activity in the mountains to the north. Unusual tremors had been felt in the days leading up to the lockdown, though no official word had linked them to the current crisis. Yet, in the minds of many, the connection was undeniable. Pewter City had always been resilient, built upon the strength of its rocky foundations, but now, even the ground beneath their feet felt uncertain.
And still, no word from Brock.
Whatever had happened to throw the region into chaos had reached Pewter, and the people were left waiting—waiting for their leader to break his silence, waiting for answers, waiting for the world to make sense again. But as the hours passed and the silence deepened, a chilling realization began to sink in.
Something had changed—and this time, it wasn't just a matter of local concern. Pewter City was part of a much larger storm brewing across Kanto, and whatever had caused the lockdown was only the beginning.
Reward: Pewter City has entered Lockdown for the second time.
Viridian City: D100 Roll => 83
Viridian City was a whirlwind of chaos and tension, a stark contrast to its usual, orderly self. Giovanni, the Gym Leader, City Leader, and public figurehead, found himself at the center of a storm unlike any he had faced before. Known for his meticulous planning and near-legendary ability to navigate crises, this new disaster had caught even him off guard.
Giovanni, the man who juggled multiple roles—leader of Team Rocket, revered Gym Leader, and influential city leader—was momentarily stunned. His usual calm demeanor was challenged by an event that defied all his calculations. He had weathered countless storms, from political upheavals to criminal insurrections, but this crisis presented a unique set of problems, ones he had not anticipated.
The city itself was on edge. Once a model of stability and control, Viridian now faced unprecedented fear and uncertainty. The streets were filled with anxious citizens, their faces marked by a mix of confusion and dread. The chaos had been exacerbated by the collapsing world, a term increasingly used to describe the broader regional turmoil that seemed to encroach upon every corner of Kanto.
Despite his shock, Giovanni relied on the skills he had honed over years of leadership and subterfuge. His training and experience provided a steady hand in the face of this new disaster. He issued calm but firm directives, attempting to restore some semblance of order amidst the growing pandemonium. His efforts were not without effect; the city's response began to stabilize, albeit precariously.
The public face of Giovanni, known for his charisma and authority, was crucial in these trying times. Yet, behind closed doors, his role as the leader of Team Rocket added a layer of complexity to his actions. While he worked to calm the city, he also had to contend with the ramifications of his clandestine operations and the potential fallout from the crisis that had shaken Kanto.
Even with his considerable skills, Giovanni could only manage to maintain a tenuous grip on the situation. The city's nerves were frayed, and his attempts to reassure the public were met with mixed reactions. The fear of the unknown loomed large, and though his leadership had brought a measure of calm, it was clear that this crisis was far from over.
In the midst of this turmoil, Giovanni's thoughts turned to adjustments and recalibrations. The intricacies of his plans had been thrown into disarray, and he now faced the challenge of adapting to an evolving situation. The city's stability was hanging by a thread, and every decision he made would be scrutinized, not only by the public but also by those who worked in the shadows of Team Rocket.
Viridian City had been brought to its knees, but under Giovanni's watchful eye, it began to recover, if only just. The world outside was collapsing, but within the walls of his city, a fragile semblance of order was maintained. Giovanni's leadership, tested as never before, was both a beacon of hope and a stark reminder of the fragility of peace in times of upheaval.
Vermillion City: D100 Roll => 7
A Wave of Water, A Wave of Fire.
A Wave of Madness and Desire.
In the aftermath of a catastrophic storm that had ravaged Vermillion City, the airwaves continued to echo with haunting messages. The radio broadcasts, once a lifeline of information, had turned into a relentless reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The city's streets were littered with debris, and the remnants of both fire and flood stood as grim markers of the destruction left in the wake of the disaster.
Lt. Surge, now a Colonel, was not the same man who had once commanded with a calculated precision. The storm had not only devastated the city but also transformed him profoundly. The once fearless leader of electric-type Pokémon, known for his stern directives and tactical brilliance, had returned from the front lines of the storm's fury as a fundamentally changed individual.
In his former role, Surge had commanded his Pokémon with an iron fist, using their powers to fortify defenses and suppress threats. His strategies were precise, his tactics ruthless, and his approach to warfare unyielding. But the storm, a force of nature that defied all logic and preparation, had left an indelible mark on him. The experience had shifted something deep within him—a transformation from a disciplined soldier to a man driven by the raw, unrestrained chaos of war.
Colonel Surge now moved through the remnants of Vermillion City with a palpable intensity. His demeanor had darkened, his presence was charged with a new kind of energy—one that spoke of a man who had seen the face of overwhelming destruction and was now consumed by it. The storm had unleashed not only physical damage but also a psychological shift that had fundamentally altered him.
The city, once a symbol of order and military precision, now faced a different kind of uncertainty. Surge's return brought with it the echoes of war—a relentless drive that would not be easily quelled. His new mindset, forged in the crucible of the storm's aftermath, meant that war would follow him wherever he went. The fury and devastation he had witnessed had become a part of him, shaping his actions and decisions with a newfound fervor.
As Vermillion City struggled to rebuild, Colonel Surge's presence cast a long shadow over its efforts. His leadership, once a pillar of strength and strategy, had been replaced by a force driven by the darker aspects of conflict. The city was left to grapple with the duality of its situation: the need to recover from the storm's physical devastation and the looming threat of a man whose vision of war now colored his every move.
The storm had passed, but its effects lingered in the heart of Vermillion City and in the soul of its transformed leader. The balance between rebuilding and the impending shadow of war was delicate, and Surge's new path promised to lead them into a future fraught with both hope and the specter of continued strife.
Reward: Colonel Surge commands, and all will obey his word.
Lavender Town: D100 Roll => 7
The Fog of Madness… The Fog of Lost Souls.
Come join us in the Headstone Rest…
Walk among the City of Purple Shade.
Among the Frolicking of the Dead.
- A Note Found on Tactical Team B's Mission Leader, Two Weeks After the Fog Descended.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lavender Town remained cloaked in an unsettling fog that had blanketed the area for two weeks. The mist, heavy and opaque, seemed to distort reality itself, casting the city into a surreal and eerie twilight. The once peaceful town had transformed into a place of whispered legends and chilling sightings.
The tactical team that had been sent to investigate the fog's origins and its effects had returned with unsettling reports. The note, penned by the mission leader and discovered by the remaining team members, offered a haunting glimpse into the town's current state:
*"The fog envelops Lavender Town like a shroud, weaving madness and despair into every breath. We have ventured into the heart of this ghostly veil, and what we have seen defies rational explanation. The town's somber purple hues seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The spirits of the departed are no longer mere echoes; they appear to frolic and dance, their presence a macabre celebration of their newfound dominion. We are urged to walk among them, to become one with the phantasms that now govern this forsaken place. The boundary between the living and the dead has blurred to the point of dissolution."*
The tactical team's leader, now in protective custody, was found shaken and disoriented. Their account was filled with references to ghosts, monsters, and an unsettling dominance by the dead. The leader spoke of spectral figures that roamed the fog-shrouded streets, their laughter and whispers mingling with the dense mist. The very essence of Lavender Town had been warped into a realm where the dead seemingly reigned supreme.
Reports indicated that the leader's mental state had deteriorated significantly. They spoke in fragmented sentences and disjointed thoughts, their once-steady demeanor now replaced by a haunted, distant gaze. The protective custody was a measure taken not only for the leader's safety but to ensure that their disturbing revelations did not further unravel the already fragile state of the town.
Lavender Town, with its purple-hued aura and pervasive fog, had become a place where the living were overshadowed by the spectral presence of the dead. The city had fallen into a state of eerie repose, where the boundaries of the afterlife seemed to encroach upon the realm of the living. The fog's descent had marked a shift in the town's reality, creating a landscape where the dead's influence was palpable and inescapable.
The note and the leader's testimony painted a grim picture of a town caught between worlds, struggling to comprehend the new reality in which the dead no longer rested quietly. As Lavender Town grappled with its eerie transformation, the true extent of the fog's effects and the implications for the living and the dead remained a haunting mystery.
Reward: The Ghosts RULE!
Fuchsia City: D100 => 37
Koga stood upon the edge of Fuchsia City, his gaze sweeping across the smoldering ruins and rising plumes of smoke that marred the once serene landscape. He had seen destruction before, and he had prepared for it, but this… this was different. The very air crackled with tension, a silent herald of the chaos that had unfolded. Yet, amidst the devastation, his expression remained stoic.
His hands clasped behind his back, Koga nodded to himself, the weight of his decision settling over him like an old, familiar cloak. The world was shifting once again, back toward something older, something more primal. And with that shift, there was only one course of action left for him.
"The Old Ways have returned," Koga said quietly, his voice carrying with it the gravity of a man who had lived through such changes before. "Prepare my messengers. It is time."
His words, though calm, held an air of finality. The Old Ways—traditions of discipline, stealth, and survival—had served his clan for generations, ensuring their survival through upheaval and chaos. Now, as the fires raged and the region descended into madness, those ways would once again be called upon. Fuchsia would not fall so easily. Not while he still drew breath.
There was a rustling behind him as his daughter, Janine, approached. Her brow furrowed, her clothes singed from the battle with the flames that had threatened the city. Though young, she was sharp, a ninja in both skill and spirit, but there were still moments where her practicality overtook her ambition.
"After we put out the fires, sir?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern as she glanced at the burning city.
Koga's lips quirked in a brief, almost imperceptible smile. A rare occurrence, but one that held the warmth of a father who had taught his daughter well. She was right to focus on the present dangers—he had raised her to be sharp, after all. He turned to her, his eyes softening slightly.
"Of course," he replied, a faint note of amusement in his tone. "We're not bereft of common sense."
Janine gave a nod, reassured by her father's calmness. They would extinguish the flames, rebuild the city, and then—then, they would act. The messengers would spread across Kanto like shadows, silent and swift, preparing the region for what was to come. The chaos might have thrown others into disarray, but Koga had foreseen it. He had trained for it. And he knew that Fuchsia, under his guidance, would not only endure but thrive.
As Janine darted away to command the fire brigades, Koga's gaze returned to the horizon. The fires were only the beginning. He could feel it—the slow crawl of fate. The world was unraveling, and while others scrambled to hold onto what they had, he would adapt. The Old Ways had always taught patience, precision, and power. And soon enough, when the time was right, he would show the rest of Kanto just how powerful those ways could be.
For now, though, they would put out the flames. There was no need to rush.
Reward: Koga's Ambitions are off to a rough start.
Cinnabar Island: D100 => 96
Blaine adjusted his glasses, the reflection of molten lava from the nearby volcanic vents casting an eerie glow across his face. The heat of Cinnabar Island was intense, but Blaine barely noticed. His mind was focused, racing with calculations and hypotheses. In the distance, the rhythmic crashing of waves against the rocky shore seemed to mirror the tension that hung in the air.
He raised the communicator to his ear again, his voice calm but with an underlying edge of anticipation. "The observation of the crisis is well at hand."
There was a brief pause on the other end, a quiet hum of static before the voice replied, cold and calculating. "And the data?"
Blaine hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing toward the swirling ash clouds above the volcano. He had expected anomalies, sure—any good scientist prepared for the unexpected. But this? The sheer magnitude of it, the simultaneous unfolding of so many cataclysms across Kanto—it was far beyond anything he had predicted. Still, he kept his voice measured.
"You'll get it," Blaine said, his hand tightening around the device. "I didn't expect it all to happen at once."
The voice on the other end remained unnervingly composed, as if they had anticipated everything. "Such is the nature of this crisis."
Blaine sighed softly, his gaze turning toward the distant ocean, where storm clouds seemed to swirl ominously on the horizon. The Crisis, as they had begun calling it, had swept across the region like wildfire—natural disasters, power shifts, and the unraveling of everything they once thought stable. For months, Blaine had been tracking these disturbances, gathering data, analyzing patterns. He had thought he was prepared.
But there was no preparing for this.
"We didn't account for the speed of its spread," Blaine muttered, more to himself than to his mysterious contact. "It's as if everything is… connected. Like a chain reaction."
The voice responded quickly, with an unsettling certainty. "Precisely. That's what makes this crisis so different, Blaine. It's not just random chaos. It's a systematic breakdown. And that's why we need your data."
Blaine narrowed his eyes, his analytical mind already working through the implications. Systematic breakdown. He had suspected as much. The shifts in power, the destruction, the upheaval—it all followed a strange, almost orchestrated pattern. And if they could understand that pattern, perhaps they could stop it. Or worse, manipulate it.
"I'm close," Blaine said, his voice low. "Closer than you think. But if this is as big as you're suggesting, we'll need more than just data. We'll need control. And fast."
A long silence stretched across the line. When the voice spoke again, it was sharper, more insistent. "Then don't waste time. We both know what's at stake."
Blaine clenched his jaw. He knew exactly what was at stake—Cinnabar, Kanto, the very world as they knew it. And yet, something deeper nagged at him. The Crisis wasn't just a natural disaster or a political upheaval. It felt… deliberate. As though someone—or something—was behind it all.
"The observation will continue," Blaine said, his tone resolute. "I'll get you everything I find. But remember, if this spirals further, it won't be a crisis. It'll be a reckoning."
The voice on the other end paused, then replied with chilling finality. "And we will be ready."
As the call ended, Blaine stared at the communicator for a long moment, his mind racing. He knew he was on the edge of a discovery that could change everything. But the question remained: would it be for better or for worse?
Turning toward the lab, Blaine steeled himself. There was work to be done, and time was running out.
Reward: Observation beguins.
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The Ranger Union: D100 => 100
"Well, boys, we've contained the Crisis to **only** Kanto," the Elder said, his weathered hands resting on the edge of the strategy table. His eyes were calm but carried the weight of decades of decisions, some easy, many impossible.
Operations Chief Togasa, his arm still in a sling from an ambush he had barely survived weeks ago, looked at him with incredulity. "You call this a success?" His voice wavered with a mix of disbelief and frustration. The Crisis had ravaged cities, and now all of Kanto was teetering on the brink of collapse. For Togasa, 'success' was a word that had lost its meaning.
"Considering we've prevented this from spilling over into the other regions… yes," the Elder replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "It looks bad, I'll grant you that. But it really isn't. We've drawn a line."
Blake, standing off to the side, clicked open his lighter, the small flame casting flickering shadows on the dimly lit room. "I wish I had your confidence, Elder. Even if we've managed to contain this mess, it's going to be a tough one to clean up. All we have is intel, and our Ranger teams are barely keeping things from spilling over into Johto and Sinnoh. It's a damn warlord era out there."
The Elder nodded slowly. "And yet, I have full confidence in our abilities to deal with it."
Togasa slammed his good fist down on the table, rattling the maps and dossiers scattered across its surface. "What about Team Rocket? We can't just let them run free! They're growing bolder by the day. We need to hit them hard—now—before they consolidate more power."
The Elder leaned back in his chair, unflustered. "Let them burn themselves out. Team Rocket isn't invincible. Their ambition will outpace their resources. Trust me, they're more vulnerable than they look."
Togasa's eyes narrowed. "And if they win? What then?" His voice lowered to a dangerous edge, the unspoken threat of a Kanto ruled by Rocket's iron fist hanging in the air like a dark cloud.
The Elder's voice remained steady, unshaken. "They won't win, Togasa. I guarantee it." He turned his gaze out the window, as if seeing something far beyond the horizon. "There are too many factors they can't control. The wildcards are already in play."
Blake, still flicking his lighter, spoke up. "What wildcards? We're dealing with a region in chaos. Towns are barricading themselves, Pokémon Centers are overwhelmed, and the Elite Four have gone silent. Who's left to make a difference?"
The Elder gave a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with a knowing that only years of experience could bring. "The same people who have always made the difference, Blake. The ones out there in the trenches. The ones who survive because they have no other choice. Heroes emerge from the ashes. They always do."
Togasa was still unconvinced. "We've lost entire communication grids. Saffron, Celadon—hell, Vermillion's barely standing after that tsunami. I don't see heroes walking out of this one. I see survivors, maybe. But not heroes."
"That's where you're wrong," the Elder said quietly, his voice soft but firm. "Survivors are heroes. And they're already moving in ways Team Rocket—and anyone else—can't predict."
Blake finally snapped his lighter shut. "So what do we do, then? Just sit back and wait for the 'wildcards' to play their hand while the Crisis tears the region apart?"
"No," the Elder said, his voice regaining its sharp edge. "We continue our work. We manage the Crisis. We neutralize threats where we can, and we monitor the rest. But we don't make reckless moves. Patience is the key now. If we strike too soon, we'll only accelerate the chaos."
Togasa shook his head, exasperated. "I hope you're right, Elder. Because if you're wrong, and Team Rocket wins, Kanto's future is darker than we ever imagined."
The Elder stared at the map of Kanto sprawled across the table, the marked disaster zones, the routes cut off by destruction, the cities that had fallen into shadow. "Trust me, Togasa. This region has faced worse. It will rise again. But first, it must burn."
There was a long silence in the room, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder from the storm still raging outside.
"And if Kanto is to burn," the Elder whispered, "then we'll be ready for what rises from the ashes."
Reward: The Spillover is prevented. The Ranger Union is intact, Assets can be moved now.
The Silph Co Conspiracy: D100 => 60
"This is a mess, sir," Owen said, handing the report over with a furrowed brow.
Xanatos sat back in his chair, fingers steepled as he scanned the data. "Aye," he agreed, nodding slowly. "The loss of Lavender Town and Vermillion City will be hard to bounce back from... but not impossible."
Owen shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the other reports littered across the desk—each one more disheartening than the last. "Sir, it's about—"
"I know, Owen," Xanatos interrupted with a dismissive wave. "Erika is fine. The end of the world couldn't kill her. The training she received, both from me and elsewhere, made sure of it."
Owen's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but Xanatos didn't seem fazed. His gaze remained focused, calculating as ever.
"This is merely an annoyance to overcome," Xanatos admitted after a long pause, his tone cool and deliberate. "A setback, yes. But nothing more."
Owen cleared his throat, his voice a bit lower. "With all due respect, sir, the whole region's in chaos. Saffron's teetering on collapse, the Elite Four are unaccounted for, and the Rocket influence is spreading faster than we predicted. Surely this warrants more than—"
"Maybe I should have thrown my lot in with Giovanni." Xanatos cut him off, as if voicing a thought he had been nursing for some time. He leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting towards the skyline of the ruined cities in the distance. "But that would have been too short-sighted."
Owen raised an eyebrow. "Short-sighted, sir?"
Xanatos smiled, a thin, knowing smile. "Why own the world when you can simply own the means of its operation? Far more efficient."
Owen paused, processing the weight of those words. "You mean... infrastructure? Control the flow of—"
"Everything," Xanatos finished, his voice smooth and sharp. "People think power is about territory, about physical control of assets. But true power? True power lies in the invisible threads. The systems that keep the world turning. Control the flow of information, resources, and influence... and you control everything without anyone realizing it."
He stood up, walking over to the window. Outside, the remnants of Kanto's once-great cities struggled under the weight of the Crisis. But Xanatos didn't see disaster. He saw opportunity.
"Let Giovanni chase after his petty little ambitions. Let him burn the world to the ground if he must," Xanatos said softly. "In the end, when the dust settles, and he's left grasping at the ashes... I'll be there. And I'll be holding the keys to what remains."
Owen exhaled slowly. "And Erika?"
Xanatos smirked. "She'll play her part when the time comes. She's stronger than most people give her credit for. The Crisis won't break her—it will forge her into something more."
Owen stood silently for a moment, absorbing the full gravity of his employer's plan. "Then... what's the next move, sir?"
Xanatos turned, his eyes gleaming with cold certainty. "We wait. We observe. And when the time is right, we strike. Efficiently. Precisely. No wasted motion."
He smiled again, more to himself than to Owen. "After all, why settle for owning a broken world... when you can own the means to fix it?"
Reward: 65% of assets are intact, main wealth and production centers in tact.
Team Rocket: D100 => 90
Giovanni stared at the map before him, his fingers tracing the outline of the remaining strongholds. "Only two cities?" His voice carried a mixture of disbelief and frustration.
"Yes, sir. Saffron and Viridian," Agent 009 replied, her tone steady but betraying the tension beneath. "Sabrina took over Saffron without a fight. As for Viridian, the forces stationed there were able to restore order... but it was close."
Giovanni's eyes narrowed as he studied the board. Red pins marked the chaos engulfing Kanto, and the two green pins—Saffron and Viridian—stood out like lonely survivors in a sea of ruin. "Key regional bases, but far from the regional strong points. This isn't what I expected," he muttered, more to himself than his agent.
Agent 009 remained silent, standing at attention, her calm demeanor only a mask for the uncertainty she felt. Giovanni never liked surprises, and the speed at which the region had crumbled was unprecedented.
"I thought we had more time," Giovanni continued, his brow furrowing as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. He had accounted for nearly every variable—the fractured League, the weakened law enforcement, even the unpredictable forces of nature. But not this. Not the rapid unraveling of Kanto's stability.
Agent 009 hesitated before speaking. "Sir, the situation is... dire. We've lost contact with several of our operatives. They may be unable to return—"
"I know," Giovanni interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. He leaned back from the table, folding his arms across his chest. "We may need to cut some agents loose."
Her eyes flickered with a moment of doubt. "Sir?"
"If they cannot return, they are on their own." Giovanni's words were cold, calculated, but there was a glimmer of something deeper beneath his hard exterior—a reluctance, perhaps. "I do not make this choice lightly, Agent. It is merely the reality we face now."
Agent 009's hesitation was palpable, but she nodded. "Understood, sir."
The silence that followed felt heavy, laden with the implications of his decision. Giovanni had always prided himself on control, on having the foresight to stay ahead of the game. But now, the game had changed, and sacrifices were inevitable.
"We'll regroup," Giovanni said, breaking the silence as he paced slowly across the room. "Saffron and Viridian may not be the strongest points, but they are defensible. We can work with this. From these footholds, we can rebuild, reinforce."
He stopped at the map once more, his eyes locking onto the green pins. "Sabrina... I underestimated her. I had thought her mind fractured, her loyalty fleeting. But she's stronger than I anticipated. Saffron will serve us well under her rule."
He turned back to Agent 009, his expression hardening. "As for the others, the agents we lose—if they survive, they'll have to prove their worth again. If they don't... well, we can't afford to mourn them."
"Yes, sir," she responded quietly, though the gravity of his words lingered in the air.
Giovanni looked back at the map, his mind already calculating the next steps, the next moves in a chess game that was rapidly losing pieces. The world had shifted, and so too would Team Rocket. But Giovanni knew one truth above all: adaptability was key to survival. And he intended to survive—no matter the cost.
"Prepare the next phase," Giovanni said, his voice low and commanding. "We may have lost the region... but the game isn't over yet."
Reward: They are still in the game folks.
Team Rocket Phase 2: D100 => 9
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The Blackthorne Contingency: D100 => 87
Agatha's eyes were fixed on the array of reports scattered across the table, each document reflecting the light of the overhead lamps. The data detailed the devastating impacts across the region—nature reclaiming its territory, society teetering on the edge of collapse, and the shifting dynamics among the Pokémon and people affected by the chaos.
"Is it everything we'd hoped for?" Agatha's voice was a mixture of curiosity and concern, her fingers tracing the lines of the report with an almost reverent precision.
Lance, standing across from her, took a deep breath before responding. "It was. The fallout from our intervention has indeed become a crucible for this region. We aimed to expose the flaws of our hubris and to reveal what truly matters—the respect for nature and the harmony of life without the shadows of modern corruption."
His gaze was distant, reflecting on the broader implications of their actions. "What we see now is the consequence of our efforts: the land is purifying itself, the air is becoming cleaner, and the Pokémon are flourishing in a way they haven't for years. It's a return to an ideal—a state where only those who honor and understand the natural world can thrive."
Agatha nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of Lance's words. She could see the vision they had fought for taking shape in the aftermath of the chaos. It wasn't just about the power struggle or the immediate changes; it was about setting a foundation for a new way of living—one that embraced nature over the artificial constructs of the past.
"It will be a hard road ahead," Agatha said, her voice soft but resolute. "The road to rebuilding and to reestablishing a balance is fraught with challenges. Many will resist change, and the scars of what's happened will not fade easily."
Lance's expression hardened with determination. "Indeed. But this is the path we have chosen. We cannot turn back now. We've begun a process that will reshape not only this region but the mindset of those who inhabit it. It's a journey toward a purer existence, where the evils of modern excess are stripped away, leaving only the essence of life and nature."
He glanced at Agatha, his eyes carrying a mix of resolve and hope. "We, and those who follow us, are willing to walk this path—no matter how arduous it may become. This is our commitment to a better future, one where the honesty of nature and the respect for it shall guide us."
Agatha looked around at the reports once more, the reality of their efforts settling in. "Then we must prepare ourselves and our followers for the trials that lie ahead. The transition will be challenging, but it is a cause worth fighting for."
Lance nodded in agreement. "Prepare for the next steps. We'll need to support those who are willing to embrace this new era, while remaining vigilant against those who may seek to undermine it. The journey is far from over, but we must continue to forge ahead."
With that, Agatha and Lance turned their focus to the future, ready to face the difficulties and opportunities that awaited them in their quest to reshape the world according to their vision.
Reward: The Conspiracy is awake and dreams with open eyes.
Cover Status: D100 => 25+10 (Successful mission)=35
Crimson sat amid the debris of the ruined game hall, the remnants of what was once a bustling center of activity now a testament to the chaos that had swept through the region. The letter in his hands was stark and uncompromising—a declaration of his severed ties with the organization that once held him in its fold.
"Well, I've been cut off and cut loose," Crimson said, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and relief as he scanned the document. The letter made it clear: if an agent couldn't reach either Saffron or Viridian Cities, they were officially abandoned, their connections severed and their roles nullified.
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the flickering remnants of neon signs. "Well, that saves me the trouble of betraying them later," he mused. The irony of his situation wasn't lost on him; the organization's decision had essentially freed him from the burdens of deceit and hidden agendas that had plagued his every move.
Crimson crumpled the letter slightly, the weight of its implications settling in. "Though the loss of benefits will suck," he admitted, his tone betraying a hint of frustration. The benefits that came with being part of the organization were more than just perks—they were essential resources, access to critical information, and connections that could have made navigating the current turmoil easier.
He glanced around the game hall, noting the desolation that mirrored his own sense of abandonment. The once vibrant space was now eerily silent, a reflection of the broader chaos that had engulfed the region. The sudden cut-off had left him stranded, but it also opened new possibilities. Without the constraints of his previous affiliations, he was free to carve his own path—albeit one fraught with uncertainty and new challenges.
As he considered his next steps, Crimson knew that his freedom came with its own set of risks. He'd have to rely on his wits, his skills, and perhaps even forge new alliances in order to navigate the shifting landscape. The stakes were higher now, but so were the opportunities.
With a determined expression, Crimson folded the letter and tucked it away. He took one last look at the ruined game hall, a symbol of the past he was leaving behind. "Time to move on," he said to himself, his voice resolute. "Let's see what this new chapter has in store."
Reward: Mission Complete Crimson.
+5 all Stats.
What now?
Does the Region Collapse?: D100 => 28
The Fall of Kanto was an unprecedented event in the history of the Modern United Regions, a calamity that reshaped the landscape and sent ripples through the very fabric of the region's society.
The exact causes of the disaster remain shrouded in mystery, as no single factor has been pinpointed as the definitive trigger. Instead, the event is described as a "Cascading Event," a complex interplay of multiple crises that unfolded simultaneously. This convergence of factors included a series of devastating natural disasters, ranging from catastrophic storms to seismic upheavals, each exacerbating the impact of the others. These were compounded by systemic failures in regional response mechanisms, which struggled to cope with the scale and severity of the unfolding catastrophe.
In the midst of this chaos, the Ranger Union made the decisive and controversial move to sever Kanto from the rest of the Modern United Regions. This drastic measure was implemented to prevent a broader environmental disaster and to mitigate a burgeoning refugee crisis. The Ranger Union's action, while aimed at containing the immediate fallout and stabilizing the situation, left Kanto isolated and its inhabitants grappling with the harsh realities of their new, precarious existence.
The decision to cut off Kanto was driven by the urgency to prevent the spread of environmental damage and to allow the surrounding regions time to prepare for the potential influx of displaced individuals. The surrounding regions faced the daunting task of mobilizing resources, coordinating relief efforts, and preparing for the long-term implications of the crisis.
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Crimson looked out at the ruined world before him.
Oh shit…this was MY FAULT SOMEHOW!
Cerulean City: D100 Roll => 31
Tropical Storm Gyarados has unleashed its fury upon Cerulean City, making landfall with devastating force. The once-bustling coastal city now lies battered, with significant damage to the docks and a crumbling local economy. Fishing boats are shattered like driftwood, and streets that once echoed with the sound of tourists and traders are eerily quiet, submerged under floodwaters.
The storm, aptly named after the mighty Gyarados, symbolized the untamed rage of the sea itself, turning the peaceful waters of Cerulean Bay into a swirling maelstrom of destruction. Homes near the coastlines were flooded, and several key bridges connecting the city to surrounding areas were swept away by the torrential rains and tidal surges. The heart of the city's trade and commerce—the Cerulean Docks—was hit hardest, leaving the local fishing industry and the economic lifeblood of the city in ruins.
In the wake of the storm, **Gym Leader Misty Waterflower**, known for her strength and resilience, stood at the forefront of the recovery effort. Alongside her sisters, Daisy, Lily, and Violet, Misty wasted no time in organizing a city-wide response. Recognizing that the damage was too great for Cerulean City to recover on its own, they instituted a **mandatory work program**. Citizens, trainers, and even visitors who had been stranded in the city were called to arms, tasked with rebuilding Cerulean's crumbled infrastructure. From clearing debris to repairing the shattered docks, every able-bodied person was assigned duties, creating an all-hands-on-deck atmosphere.
Misty's leadership was key, her no-nonsense attitude keeping morale high even in the darkest days. Her Gym had become the central hub of activity, not for battles, but as a distribution center for resources. Those with Water-type Pokémon played a pivotal role, using their abilities to help drain flooded areas and restore order to the chaos.
The **Cerulean City Work Program** was controversial at first, as many citizens were unaccustomed to the mandatory nature of the effort. But Misty and her sisters' firm resolve eventually won over the public, as the city's resilience began to show. Day by day, with sweat and determination, Cerulean City slowly rose from the wreckage. The road to recovery was long, but thanks to the Waterflower sisters, hope remained afloat.
Reward: Cerulean City Survives barely…and rebuilds.
### Celadon City: D100 Roll => 11
Something had happened to Erika.
Deep in the pit of Crimson's stomach, he knew it. The kind of gnawing sensation that crept up on him slowly, like a shadow that refused to leave even in the light of day. He didn't need to hear the news or see the smoke billowing from across the city to understand that something had gone terribly wrong. It was a feeling, an instinct, that sent his mind racing.
Celadon City—usually alive with the hum of commerce, the scents of blooming flowers, and the peaceful ambiance that Erika, the Gym Leader, carefully cultivated—now felt oppressive. The vibrant greenery, the proud gardens, and the iconic Gym nestled within its floral sanctuary all seemed distant, almost foreboding.
Crimson's unease started with whispers. First, the usual chatter of the townspeople seemed to shift, filled with uncertainty and growing tension. Then, he noticed the absence of Erika's usual presence. Normally, she'd be seen around the city, either leading training sessions or helping the citizens with her soothing guidance, but she had been noticeably absent for days.
What had happened?
Crimson's heart sank as he made his way toward the Gym, his steps heavy and deliberate. The peaceful exterior of the **Celadon Gym**—a floral paradise in the heart of the city—now felt like a veil hiding something darker. His mind raced with possibilities: a betrayal from within? A sudden disappearance? Or worse, had something sinister happened beneath the surface of Erika's calm and composed persona?
As he arrived at the steps of the Gym, the air felt colder. The usual sweet fragrance of the Gym's signature flower fields was faint. Crimson couldn't shake the dread welling up inside him. He knew, deep down, that whatever had happened, it would change everything. He tried to steel himself for what lay ahead, but that pit in his stomach only grew deeper, twisting with every step he took.
"Erika..." he muttered under his breath as he reached for the door. Something had happened. And he had to find out what.
Reward: Erika has abandoned us…Without a Gym Leader, the City's defences would not last a week.
Saffron City: D100 Roll => 90
Sabrina Natsuma stared at the news feed and began to laugh.
It started low, almost a chuckle, but quickly grew louder, reverberating off the walls of her darkened room. The laughter was genuine, yet it carried an unnerving edge, the kind of sound that made anyone listening question her sanity. She leaned back in her chair, her violet eyes reflecting the cold glow of the screen, her lips curling into a smile that spoke of madness.
For years, Sabrina had lived under the weight of control—her psychic abilities made her a force feared across the region, yet she had never truly felt the freedom she craved. Every day, she had bent the world to her will, controlling minds, bending reality, but there was always something missing. Now, as she watched the world shift and tremble, she had finally seen it—something stronger, something greater than her powers.
The passing of time. The ending of the age of peace.
She had waited, watched, and bided her time. Now, with Kanto in turmoil, the storm clouds of conflict gathering, she could feel it. Her time had come. The world was slipping into chaos, and that chaos would be her kingdom.
"Kanto… will be mine," she whispered, though the words carried the weight of prophecy. Her psychic powers pulsed around her, invisible but palpable, bending the air, distorting the energy in the room.
"I finally know what I was put upon this world to do." Her voice rose to a shriek as she stood, hands outstretched, her laughter echoing like thunder. "Can anyone imagine such a happiness that fills me so?!"
Her laughter burst through the mental fabric of Saffron City, a psychic wave of dark amusement that struck fear into the hearts of the citizens. They felt it, all of them, a rumbling in their souls—the likes of which hadn't been felt since the darkest days of Kanto's history, nearly sixteen years ago when another power threatened to tear apart the fragility of the world.
Now, it was Sabrina.
No longer just the Gym Leader of Saffron City, she had found her calling in the fires of madness. She was no longer bound by the limits of control, of restraint.
She was free. Free to carve out the future she had long envisioned, the future that was hers by right. And in her freedom, Kanto would tremble.
The age of peace had ended, and Sabrina, the psychic queen of Saffron City, would reign over the new era of uncertainty.
Reward: Sabrina Finally figured out what she's going to do today!
Pallet Town: D100 Roll => 24
Professor Oak held his breath, his wrinkled fingers gripping the edge of his desk as if the wood itself could anchor him against the storm of emotions welling inside. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of decades of research and the lives of so many hanging on what he had just witnessed. He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to count.
**One.**
His mind immediately flashed to **Vermillion City**, where fire and water had collided in chaotic fury. The reports were grim. A freak tsunami had struck the city, born of a disturbance so sudden it left no time for evacuation. The waves had surged through the docks, swallowing ships and flooding streets. People were scrambling, Pokémon struggling to stay afloat amidst the wreckage. **The winds of change had blown in a way no one could have anticipated.**
**Two.**
His thoughts drifted to **Lavender Town**, where something even more unnatural had taken hold. The strange, eerie fog that had descended upon the town seemed to defy explanation. Locals whispered of lost souls and ancient curses, their eyes wide with fear. Technology faltered in the mist, as if something ancient, something forgotten, had reawakened. The silence that fell over Lavender Town was unnerving—nothing but that haunting fog, wrapping around the town like a shroud. **No one knew what caused it, and the unknown terrified Oak the most.**
**Three.**
He let out a shaky breath, the realization settling deep in his bones. **He was going to witness another great catastrophe again.** The same kind of devastation that had shaped Kanto all those years ago. A disaster on a scale that would affect lives, cities, Pokémon, and the balance of the natural world.
"Not again," he muttered under his breath, the weight of history pressing down on him. He couldn't let it happen, not on his watch. But even as he formulated plans, reaching for his phone to contact his most trusted allies, there was a cold certainty creeping into his mind.
The region was on the edge of something profound, something dark. And once again, it was up to those with the knowledge and power to try and stop it—if they still had time.
For the briefest of moments, Oak hesitated, feeling the enormity of the situation wash over him. He was no longer the young researcher with endless optimism. The years had made him cautious, but not defeated. Still, as he picked up the phone, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
It was going to get worse before it got better. And this time, they might not be so lucky.
Reward: Despite minor Damages, the Town Survives.
Pewter City: D100 Roll => 27
Pewter City was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere it usually carried as the gateway to Kanto's mountainous regions. Streets were deserted, businesses shuttered, and only the occasional flicker of lights in windows hinted at life behind closed doors. The city had entered a full lockdown—something not seen in recent memory. Rumors spread like wildfire, but official communication remained scarce, fueling the unease that had gripped the population.
The Pewter Gym, once a beacon of activity with trainers coming and going, now stood still. The stone façade, usually a symbol of strength and resilience, felt cold and imposing in the silence. Gym Leader Brock, typically a steady and reassuring figure, had yet to comment publicly on the events that had led to this unprecedented situation.
Citizens speculated wildly, their voices hushed with fear. Some whispered about an attack, others about a natural disaster no one had seen coming. But the truth remained elusive. What was clear was that something significant had happened—something powerful enough to plunge Pewter City into a state of paralysis.
Brock, a man known for his calm under pressure, was notably absent from the public eye. His silence only added to the growing tension. Usually, Brock would be the first to address the people in times of uncertainty, offering words of encouragement or explanation. His lack of response this time was unsettling, leading many to wonder if the situation was even worse than they feared.
Behind closed doors, there were reports of strange seismic activity in the mountains to the north. Unusual tremors had been felt in the days leading up to the lockdown, though no official word had linked them to the current crisis. Yet, in the minds of many, the connection was undeniable. Pewter City had always been resilient, built upon the strength of its rocky foundations, but now, even the ground beneath their feet felt uncertain.
And still, no word from Brock.
Whatever had happened to throw the region into chaos had reached Pewter, and the people were left waiting—waiting for their leader to break his silence, waiting for answers, waiting for the world to make sense again. But as the hours passed and the silence deepened, a chilling realization began to sink in.
Something had changed—and this time, it wasn't just a matter of local concern. Pewter City was part of a much larger storm brewing across Kanto, and whatever had caused the lockdown was only the beginning.
Reward: Pewter City has entered Lockdown for the second time.
Viridian City: D100 Roll => 83
Viridian City was a whirlwind of chaos and tension, a stark contrast to its usual, orderly self. Giovanni, the Gym Leader, City Leader, and public figurehead, found himself at the center of a storm unlike any he had faced before. Known for his meticulous planning and near-legendary ability to navigate crises, this new disaster had caught even him off guard.
Giovanni, the man who juggled multiple roles—leader of Team Rocket, revered Gym Leader, and influential city leader—was momentarily stunned. His usual calm demeanor was challenged by an event that defied all his calculations. He had weathered countless storms, from political upheavals to criminal insurrections, but this crisis presented a unique set of problems, ones he had not anticipated.
The city itself was on edge. Once a model of stability and control, Viridian now faced unprecedented fear and uncertainty. The streets were filled with anxious citizens, their faces marked by a mix of confusion and dread. The chaos had been exacerbated by the collapsing world, a term increasingly used to describe the broader regional turmoil that seemed to encroach upon every corner of Kanto.
Despite his shock, Giovanni relied on the skills he had honed over years of leadership and subterfuge. His training and experience provided a steady hand in the face of this new disaster. He issued calm but firm directives, attempting to restore some semblance of order amidst the growing pandemonium. His efforts were not without effect; the city's response began to stabilize, albeit precariously.
The public face of Giovanni, known for his charisma and authority, was crucial in these trying times. Yet, behind closed doors, his role as the leader of Team Rocket added a layer of complexity to his actions. While he worked to calm the city, he also had to contend with the ramifications of his clandestine operations and the potential fallout from the crisis that had shaken Kanto.
Even with his considerable skills, Giovanni could only manage to maintain a tenuous grip on the situation. The city's nerves were frayed, and his attempts to reassure the public were met with mixed reactions. The fear of the unknown loomed large, and though his leadership had brought a measure of calm, it was clear that this crisis was far from over.
In the midst of this turmoil, Giovanni's thoughts turned to adjustments and recalibrations. The intricacies of his plans had been thrown into disarray, and he now faced the challenge of adapting to an evolving situation. The city's stability was hanging by a thread, and every decision he made would be scrutinized, not only by the public but also by those who worked in the shadows of Team Rocket.
Viridian City had been brought to its knees, but under Giovanni's watchful eye, it began to recover, if only just. The world outside was collapsing, but within the walls of his city, a fragile semblance of order was maintained. Giovanni's leadership, tested as never before, was both a beacon of hope and a stark reminder of the fragility of peace in times of upheaval.
Vermillion City: D100 Roll => 7
A Wave of Water, A Wave of Fire.
A Wave of Madness and Desire.
In the aftermath of a catastrophic storm that had ravaged Vermillion City, the airwaves continued to echo with haunting messages. The radio broadcasts, once a lifeline of information, had turned into a relentless reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The city's streets were littered with debris, and the remnants of both fire and flood stood as grim markers of the destruction left in the wake of the disaster.
Lt. Surge, now a Colonel, was not the same man who had once commanded with a calculated precision. The storm had not only devastated the city but also transformed him profoundly. The once fearless leader of electric-type Pokémon, known for his stern directives and tactical brilliance, had returned from the front lines of the storm's fury as a fundamentally changed individual.
In his former role, Surge had commanded his Pokémon with an iron fist, using their powers to fortify defenses and suppress threats. His strategies were precise, his tactics ruthless, and his approach to warfare unyielding. But the storm, a force of nature that defied all logic and preparation, had left an indelible mark on him. The experience had shifted something deep within him—a transformation from a disciplined soldier to a man driven by the raw, unrestrained chaos of war.
Colonel Surge now moved through the remnants of Vermillion City with a palpable intensity. His demeanor had darkened, his presence was charged with a new kind of energy—one that spoke of a man who had seen the face of overwhelming destruction and was now consumed by it. The storm had unleashed not only physical damage but also a psychological shift that had fundamentally altered him.
The city, once a symbol of order and military precision, now faced a different kind of uncertainty. Surge's return brought with it the echoes of war—a relentless drive that would not be easily quelled. His new mindset, forged in the crucible of the storm's aftermath, meant that war would follow him wherever he went. The fury and devastation he had witnessed had become a part of him, shaping his actions and decisions with a newfound fervor.
As Vermillion City struggled to rebuild, Colonel Surge's presence cast a long shadow over its efforts. His leadership, once a pillar of strength and strategy, had been replaced by a force driven by the darker aspects of conflict. The city was left to grapple with the duality of its situation: the need to recover from the storm's physical devastation and the looming threat of a man whose vision of war now colored his every move.
The storm had passed, but its effects lingered in the heart of Vermillion City and in the soul of its transformed leader. The balance between rebuilding and the impending shadow of war was delicate, and Surge's new path promised to lead them into a future fraught with both hope and the specter of continued strife.
Reward: Colonel Surge commands, and all will obey his word.
Lavender Town: D100 Roll => 7
The Fog of Madness… The Fog of Lost Souls.
Come join us in the Headstone Rest…
Walk among the City of Purple Shade.
Among the Frolicking of the Dead.
- A Note Found on Tactical Team B's Mission Leader, Two Weeks After the Fog Descended.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Lavender Town remained cloaked in an unsettling fog that had blanketed the area for two weeks. The mist, heavy and opaque, seemed to distort reality itself, casting the city into a surreal and eerie twilight. The once peaceful town had transformed into a place of whispered legends and chilling sightings.
The tactical team that had been sent to investigate the fog's origins and its effects had returned with unsettling reports. The note, penned by the mission leader and discovered by the remaining team members, offered a haunting glimpse into the town's current state:
*"The fog envelops Lavender Town like a shroud, weaving madness and despair into every breath. We have ventured into the heart of this ghostly veil, and what we have seen defies rational explanation. The town's somber purple hues seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The spirits of the departed are no longer mere echoes; they appear to frolic and dance, their presence a macabre celebration of their newfound dominion. We are urged to walk among them, to become one with the phantasms that now govern this forsaken place. The boundary between the living and the dead has blurred to the point of dissolution."*
The tactical team's leader, now in protective custody, was found shaken and disoriented. Their account was filled with references to ghosts, monsters, and an unsettling dominance by the dead. The leader spoke of spectral figures that roamed the fog-shrouded streets, their laughter and whispers mingling with the dense mist. The very essence of Lavender Town had been warped into a realm where the dead seemingly reigned supreme.
Reports indicated that the leader's mental state had deteriorated significantly. They spoke in fragmented sentences and disjointed thoughts, their once-steady demeanor now replaced by a haunted, distant gaze. The protective custody was a measure taken not only for the leader's safety but to ensure that their disturbing revelations did not further unravel the already fragile state of the town.
Lavender Town, with its purple-hued aura and pervasive fog, had become a place where the living were overshadowed by the spectral presence of the dead. The city had fallen into a state of eerie repose, where the boundaries of the afterlife seemed to encroach upon the realm of the living. The fog's descent had marked a shift in the town's reality, creating a landscape where the dead's influence was palpable and inescapable.
The note and the leader's testimony painted a grim picture of a town caught between worlds, struggling to comprehend the new reality in which the dead no longer rested quietly. As Lavender Town grappled with its eerie transformation, the true extent of the fog's effects and the implications for the living and the dead remained a haunting mystery.
Reward: The Ghosts RULE!
Fuchsia City: D100 => 37
Koga stood upon the edge of Fuchsia City, his gaze sweeping across the smoldering ruins and rising plumes of smoke that marred the once serene landscape. He had seen destruction before, and he had prepared for it, but this… this was different. The very air crackled with tension, a silent herald of the chaos that had unfolded. Yet, amidst the devastation, his expression remained stoic.
His hands clasped behind his back, Koga nodded to himself, the weight of his decision settling over him like an old, familiar cloak. The world was shifting once again, back toward something older, something more primal. And with that shift, there was only one course of action left for him.
"The Old Ways have returned," Koga said quietly, his voice carrying with it the gravity of a man who had lived through such changes before. "Prepare my messengers. It is time."
His words, though calm, held an air of finality. The Old Ways—traditions of discipline, stealth, and survival—had served his clan for generations, ensuring their survival through upheaval and chaos. Now, as the fires raged and the region descended into madness, those ways would once again be called upon. Fuchsia would not fall so easily. Not while he still drew breath.
There was a rustling behind him as his daughter, Janine, approached. Her brow furrowed, her clothes singed from the battle with the flames that had threatened the city. Though young, she was sharp, a ninja in both skill and spirit, but there were still moments where her practicality overtook her ambition.
"After we put out the fires, sir?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern as she glanced at the burning city.
Koga's lips quirked in a brief, almost imperceptible smile. A rare occurrence, but one that held the warmth of a father who had taught his daughter well. She was right to focus on the present dangers—he had raised her to be sharp, after all. He turned to her, his eyes softening slightly.
"Of course," he replied, a faint note of amusement in his tone. "We're not bereft of common sense."
Janine gave a nod, reassured by her father's calmness. They would extinguish the flames, rebuild the city, and then—then, they would act. The messengers would spread across Kanto like shadows, silent and swift, preparing the region for what was to come. The chaos might have thrown others into disarray, but Koga had foreseen it. He had trained for it. And he knew that Fuchsia, under his guidance, would not only endure but thrive.
As Janine darted away to command the fire brigades, Koga's gaze returned to the horizon. The fires were only the beginning. He could feel it—the slow crawl of fate. The world was unraveling, and while others scrambled to hold onto what they had, he would adapt. The Old Ways had always taught patience, precision, and power. And soon enough, when the time was right, he would show the rest of Kanto just how powerful those ways could be.
For now, though, they would put out the flames. There was no need to rush.
Reward: Koga's Ambitions are off to a rough start.
Cinnabar Island: D100 => 96
Blaine adjusted his glasses, the reflection of molten lava from the nearby volcanic vents casting an eerie glow across his face. The heat of Cinnabar Island was intense, but Blaine barely noticed. His mind was focused, racing with calculations and hypotheses. In the distance, the rhythmic crashing of waves against the rocky shore seemed to mirror the tension that hung in the air.
He raised the communicator to his ear again, his voice calm but with an underlying edge of anticipation. "The observation of the crisis is well at hand."
There was a brief pause on the other end, a quiet hum of static before the voice replied, cold and calculating. "And the data?"
Blaine hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing toward the swirling ash clouds above the volcano. He had expected anomalies, sure—any good scientist prepared for the unexpected. But this? The sheer magnitude of it, the simultaneous unfolding of so many cataclysms across Kanto—it was far beyond anything he had predicted. Still, he kept his voice measured.
"You'll get it," Blaine said, his hand tightening around the device. "I didn't expect it all to happen at once."
The voice on the other end remained unnervingly composed, as if they had anticipated everything. "Such is the nature of this crisis."
Blaine sighed softly, his gaze turning toward the distant ocean, where storm clouds seemed to swirl ominously on the horizon. The Crisis, as they had begun calling it, had swept across the region like wildfire—natural disasters, power shifts, and the unraveling of everything they once thought stable. For months, Blaine had been tracking these disturbances, gathering data, analyzing patterns. He had thought he was prepared.
But there was no preparing for this.
"We didn't account for the speed of its spread," Blaine muttered, more to himself than to his mysterious contact. "It's as if everything is… connected. Like a chain reaction."
The voice responded quickly, with an unsettling certainty. "Precisely. That's what makes this crisis so different, Blaine. It's not just random chaos. It's a systematic breakdown. And that's why we need your data."
Blaine narrowed his eyes, his analytical mind already working through the implications. Systematic breakdown. He had suspected as much. The shifts in power, the destruction, the upheaval—it all followed a strange, almost orchestrated pattern. And if they could understand that pattern, perhaps they could stop it. Or worse, manipulate it.
"I'm close," Blaine said, his voice low. "Closer than you think. But if this is as big as you're suggesting, we'll need more than just data. We'll need control. And fast."
A long silence stretched across the line. When the voice spoke again, it was sharper, more insistent. "Then don't waste time. We both know what's at stake."
Blaine clenched his jaw. He knew exactly what was at stake—Cinnabar, Kanto, the very world as they knew it. And yet, something deeper nagged at him. The Crisis wasn't just a natural disaster or a political upheaval. It felt… deliberate. As though someone—or something—was behind it all.
"The observation will continue," Blaine said, his tone resolute. "I'll get you everything I find. But remember, if this spirals further, it won't be a crisis. It'll be a reckoning."
The voice on the other end paused, then replied with chilling finality. "And we will be ready."
As the call ended, Blaine stared at the communicator for a long moment, his mind racing. He knew he was on the edge of a discovery that could change everything. But the question remained: would it be for better or for worse?
Turning toward the lab, Blaine steeled himself. There was work to be done, and time was running out.
Reward: Observation beguins.
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The Ranger Union: D100 => 100
"Well, boys, we've contained the Crisis to **only** Kanto," the Elder said, his weathered hands resting on the edge of the strategy table. His eyes were calm but carried the weight of decades of decisions, some easy, many impossible.
Operations Chief Togasa, his arm still in a sling from an ambush he had barely survived weeks ago, looked at him with incredulity. "You call this a success?" His voice wavered with a mix of disbelief and frustration. The Crisis had ravaged cities, and now all of Kanto was teetering on the brink of collapse. For Togasa, 'success' was a word that had lost its meaning.
"Considering we've prevented this from spilling over into the other regions… yes," the Elder replied, his tone matter-of-fact. "It looks bad, I'll grant you that. But it really isn't. We've drawn a line."
Blake, standing off to the side, clicked open his lighter, the small flame casting flickering shadows on the dimly lit room. "I wish I had your confidence, Elder. Even if we've managed to contain this mess, it's going to be a tough one to clean up. All we have is intel, and our Ranger teams are barely keeping things from spilling over into Johto and Sinnoh. It's a damn warlord era out there."
The Elder nodded slowly. "And yet, I have full confidence in our abilities to deal with it."
Togasa slammed his good fist down on the table, rattling the maps and dossiers scattered across its surface. "What about Team Rocket? We can't just let them run free! They're growing bolder by the day. We need to hit them hard—now—before they consolidate more power."
The Elder leaned back in his chair, unflustered. "Let them burn themselves out. Team Rocket isn't invincible. Their ambition will outpace their resources. Trust me, they're more vulnerable than they look."
Togasa's eyes narrowed. "And if they win? What then?" His voice lowered to a dangerous edge, the unspoken threat of a Kanto ruled by Rocket's iron fist hanging in the air like a dark cloud.
The Elder's voice remained steady, unshaken. "They won't win, Togasa. I guarantee it." He turned his gaze out the window, as if seeing something far beyond the horizon. "There are too many factors they can't control. The wildcards are already in play."
Blake, still flicking his lighter, spoke up. "What wildcards? We're dealing with a region in chaos. Towns are barricading themselves, Pokémon Centers are overwhelmed, and the Elite Four have gone silent. Who's left to make a difference?"
The Elder gave a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with a knowing that only years of experience could bring. "The same people who have always made the difference, Blake. The ones out there in the trenches. The ones who survive because they have no other choice. Heroes emerge from the ashes. They always do."
Togasa was still unconvinced. "We've lost entire communication grids. Saffron, Celadon—hell, Vermillion's barely standing after that tsunami. I don't see heroes walking out of this one. I see survivors, maybe. But not heroes."
"That's where you're wrong," the Elder said quietly, his voice soft but firm. "Survivors are heroes. And they're already moving in ways Team Rocket—and anyone else—can't predict."
Blake finally snapped his lighter shut. "So what do we do, then? Just sit back and wait for the 'wildcards' to play their hand while the Crisis tears the region apart?"
"No," the Elder said, his voice regaining its sharp edge. "We continue our work. We manage the Crisis. We neutralize threats where we can, and we monitor the rest. But we don't make reckless moves. Patience is the key now. If we strike too soon, we'll only accelerate the chaos."
Togasa shook his head, exasperated. "I hope you're right, Elder. Because if you're wrong, and Team Rocket wins, Kanto's future is darker than we ever imagined."
The Elder stared at the map of Kanto sprawled across the table, the marked disaster zones, the routes cut off by destruction, the cities that had fallen into shadow. "Trust me, Togasa. This region has faced worse. It will rise again. But first, it must burn."
There was a long silence in the room, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder from the storm still raging outside.
"And if Kanto is to burn," the Elder whispered, "then we'll be ready for what rises from the ashes."
Reward: The Spillover is prevented. The Ranger Union is intact, Assets can be moved now.
The Silph Co Conspiracy: D100 => 60
"This is a mess, sir," Owen said, handing the report over with a furrowed brow.
Xanatos sat back in his chair, fingers steepled as he scanned the data. "Aye," he agreed, nodding slowly. "The loss of Lavender Town and Vermillion City will be hard to bounce back from... but not impossible."
Owen shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the other reports littered across the desk—each one more disheartening than the last. "Sir, it's about—"
"I know, Owen," Xanatos interrupted with a dismissive wave. "Erika is fine. The end of the world couldn't kill her. The training she received, both from me and elsewhere, made sure of it."
Owen's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but Xanatos didn't seem fazed. His gaze remained focused, calculating as ever.
"This is merely an annoyance to overcome," Xanatos admitted after a long pause, his tone cool and deliberate. "A setback, yes. But nothing more."
Owen cleared his throat, his voice a bit lower. "With all due respect, sir, the whole region's in chaos. Saffron's teetering on collapse, the Elite Four are unaccounted for, and the Rocket influence is spreading faster than we predicted. Surely this warrants more than—"
"Maybe I should have thrown my lot in with Giovanni." Xanatos cut him off, as if voicing a thought he had been nursing for some time. He leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting towards the skyline of the ruined cities in the distance. "But that would have been too short-sighted."
Owen raised an eyebrow. "Short-sighted, sir?"
Xanatos smiled, a thin, knowing smile. "Why own the world when you can simply own the means of its operation? Far more efficient."
Owen paused, processing the weight of those words. "You mean... infrastructure? Control the flow of—"
"Everything," Xanatos finished, his voice smooth and sharp. "People think power is about territory, about physical control of assets. But true power? True power lies in the invisible threads. The systems that keep the world turning. Control the flow of information, resources, and influence... and you control everything without anyone realizing it."
He stood up, walking over to the window. Outside, the remnants of Kanto's once-great cities struggled under the weight of the Crisis. But Xanatos didn't see disaster. He saw opportunity.
"Let Giovanni chase after his petty little ambitions. Let him burn the world to the ground if he must," Xanatos said softly. "In the end, when the dust settles, and he's left grasping at the ashes... I'll be there. And I'll be holding the keys to what remains."
Owen exhaled slowly. "And Erika?"
Xanatos smirked. "She'll play her part when the time comes. She's stronger than most people give her credit for. The Crisis won't break her—it will forge her into something more."
Owen stood silently for a moment, absorbing the full gravity of his employer's plan. "Then... what's the next move, sir?"
Xanatos turned, his eyes gleaming with cold certainty. "We wait. We observe. And when the time is right, we strike. Efficiently. Precisely. No wasted motion."
He smiled again, more to himself than to Owen. "After all, why settle for owning a broken world... when you can own the means to fix it?"
Reward: 65% of assets are intact, main wealth and production centers in tact.
Team Rocket: D100 => 90
Giovanni stared at the map before him, his fingers tracing the outline of the remaining strongholds. "Only two cities?" His voice carried a mixture of disbelief and frustration.
"Yes, sir. Saffron and Viridian," Agent 009 replied, her tone steady but betraying the tension beneath. "Sabrina took over Saffron without a fight. As for Viridian, the forces stationed there were able to restore order... but it was close."
Giovanni's eyes narrowed as he studied the board. Red pins marked the chaos engulfing Kanto, and the two green pins—Saffron and Viridian—stood out like lonely survivors in a sea of ruin. "Key regional bases, but far from the regional strong points. This isn't what I expected," he muttered, more to himself than his agent.
Agent 009 remained silent, standing at attention, her calm demeanor only a mask for the uncertainty she felt. Giovanni never liked surprises, and the speed at which the region had crumbled was unprecedented.
"I thought we had more time," Giovanni continued, his brow furrowing as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. He had accounted for nearly every variable—the fractured League, the weakened law enforcement, even the unpredictable forces of nature. But not this. Not the rapid unraveling of Kanto's stability.
Agent 009 hesitated before speaking. "Sir, the situation is... dire. We've lost contact with several of our operatives. They may be unable to return—"
"I know," Giovanni interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. He leaned back from the table, folding his arms across his chest. "We may need to cut some agents loose."
Her eyes flickered with a moment of doubt. "Sir?"
"If they cannot return, they are on their own." Giovanni's words were cold, calculated, but there was a glimmer of something deeper beneath his hard exterior—a reluctance, perhaps. "I do not make this choice lightly, Agent. It is merely the reality we face now."
Agent 009's hesitation was palpable, but she nodded. "Understood, sir."
The silence that followed felt heavy, laden with the implications of his decision. Giovanni had always prided himself on control, on having the foresight to stay ahead of the game. But now, the game had changed, and sacrifices were inevitable.
"We'll regroup," Giovanni said, breaking the silence as he paced slowly across the room. "Saffron and Viridian may not be the strongest points, but they are defensible. We can work with this. From these footholds, we can rebuild, reinforce."
He stopped at the map once more, his eyes locking onto the green pins. "Sabrina... I underestimated her. I had thought her mind fractured, her loyalty fleeting. But she's stronger than I anticipated. Saffron will serve us well under her rule."
He turned back to Agent 009, his expression hardening. "As for the others, the agents we lose—if they survive, they'll have to prove their worth again. If they don't... well, we can't afford to mourn them."
"Yes, sir," she responded quietly, though the gravity of his words lingered in the air.
Giovanni looked back at the map, his mind already calculating the next steps, the next moves in a chess game that was rapidly losing pieces. The world had shifted, and so too would Team Rocket. But Giovanni knew one truth above all: adaptability was key to survival. And he intended to survive—no matter the cost.
"Prepare the next phase," Giovanni said, his voice low and commanding. "We may have lost the region... but the game isn't over yet."
Reward: They are still in the game folks.
Team Rocket Phase 2: D100 => 9
[RELOCATED ASSET]
The Blackthorne Contingency: D100 => 87
Agatha's eyes were fixed on the array of reports scattered across the table, each document reflecting the light of the overhead lamps. The data detailed the devastating impacts across the region—nature reclaiming its territory, society teetering on the edge of collapse, and the shifting dynamics among the Pokémon and people affected by the chaos.
"Is it everything we'd hoped for?" Agatha's voice was a mixture of curiosity and concern, her fingers tracing the lines of the report with an almost reverent precision.
Lance, standing across from her, took a deep breath before responding. "It was. The fallout from our intervention has indeed become a crucible for this region. We aimed to expose the flaws of our hubris and to reveal what truly matters—the respect for nature and the harmony of life without the shadows of modern corruption."
His gaze was distant, reflecting on the broader implications of their actions. "What we see now is the consequence of our efforts: the land is purifying itself, the air is becoming cleaner, and the Pokémon are flourishing in a way they haven't for years. It's a return to an ideal—a state where only those who honor and understand the natural world can thrive."
Agatha nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of Lance's words. She could see the vision they had fought for taking shape in the aftermath of the chaos. It wasn't just about the power struggle or the immediate changes; it was about setting a foundation for a new way of living—one that embraced nature over the artificial constructs of the past.
"It will be a hard road ahead," Agatha said, her voice soft but resolute. "The road to rebuilding and to reestablishing a balance is fraught with challenges. Many will resist change, and the scars of what's happened will not fade easily."
Lance's expression hardened with determination. "Indeed. But this is the path we have chosen. We cannot turn back now. We've begun a process that will reshape not only this region but the mindset of those who inhabit it. It's a journey toward a purer existence, where the evils of modern excess are stripped away, leaving only the essence of life and nature."
He glanced at Agatha, his eyes carrying a mix of resolve and hope. "We, and those who follow us, are willing to walk this path—no matter how arduous it may become. This is our commitment to a better future, one where the honesty of nature and the respect for it shall guide us."
Agatha looked around at the reports once more, the reality of their efforts settling in. "Then we must prepare ourselves and our followers for the trials that lie ahead. The transition will be challenging, but it is a cause worth fighting for."
Lance nodded in agreement. "Prepare for the next steps. We'll need to support those who are willing to embrace this new era, while remaining vigilant against those who may seek to undermine it. The journey is far from over, but we must continue to forge ahead."
With that, Agatha and Lance turned their focus to the future, ready to face the difficulties and opportunities that awaited them in their quest to reshape the world according to their vision.
Reward: The Conspiracy is awake and dreams with open eyes.
Cover Status: D100 => 25+10 (Successful mission)=35
Crimson sat amid the debris of the ruined game hall, the remnants of what was once a bustling center of activity now a testament to the chaos that had swept through the region. The letter in his hands was stark and uncompromising—a declaration of his severed ties with the organization that once held him in its fold.
"Well, I've been cut off and cut loose," Crimson said, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and relief as he scanned the document. The letter made it clear: if an agent couldn't reach either Saffron or Viridian Cities, they were officially abandoned, their connections severed and their roles nullified.
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the flickering remnants of neon signs. "Well, that saves me the trouble of betraying them later," he mused. The irony of his situation wasn't lost on him; the organization's decision had essentially freed him from the burdens of deceit and hidden agendas that had plagued his every move.
Crimson crumpled the letter slightly, the weight of its implications settling in. "Though the loss of benefits will suck," he admitted, his tone betraying a hint of frustration. The benefits that came with being part of the organization were more than just perks—they were essential resources, access to critical information, and connections that could have made navigating the current turmoil easier.
He glanced around the game hall, noting the desolation that mirrored his own sense of abandonment. The once vibrant space was now eerily silent, a reflection of the broader chaos that had engulfed the region. The sudden cut-off had left him stranded, but it also opened new possibilities. Without the constraints of his previous affiliations, he was free to carve his own path—albeit one fraught with uncertainty and new challenges.
As he considered his next steps, Crimson knew that his freedom came with its own set of risks. He'd have to rely on his wits, his skills, and perhaps even forge new alliances in order to navigate the shifting landscape. The stakes were higher now, but so were the opportunities.
With a determined expression, Crimson folded the letter and tucked it away. He took one last look at the ruined game hall, a symbol of the past he was leaving behind. "Time to move on," he said to himself, his voice resolute. "Let's see what this new chapter has in store."
Reward: Mission Complete Crimson.
+5 all Stats.
What now?
Does the Region Collapse?: D100 => 28
The Fall of Kanto was an unprecedented event in the history of the Modern United Regions, a calamity that reshaped the landscape and sent ripples through the very fabric of the region's society.
The exact causes of the disaster remain shrouded in mystery, as no single factor has been pinpointed as the definitive trigger. Instead, the event is described as a "Cascading Event," a complex interplay of multiple crises that unfolded simultaneously. This convergence of factors included a series of devastating natural disasters, ranging from catastrophic storms to seismic upheavals, each exacerbating the impact of the others. These were compounded by systemic failures in regional response mechanisms, which struggled to cope with the scale and severity of the unfolding catastrophe.
In the midst of this chaos, the Ranger Union made the decisive and controversial move to sever Kanto from the rest of the Modern United Regions. This drastic measure was implemented to prevent a broader environmental disaster and to mitigate a burgeoning refugee crisis. The Ranger Union's action, while aimed at containing the immediate fallout and stabilizing the situation, left Kanto isolated and its inhabitants grappling with the harsh realities of their new, precarious existence.
The decision to cut off Kanto was driven by the urgency to prevent the spread of environmental damage and to allow the surrounding regions time to prepare for the potential influx of displaced individuals. The surrounding regions faced the daunting task of mobilizing resources, coordinating relief efforts, and preparing for the long-term implications of the crisis.
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Crimson looked out at the ruined world before him.
Oh shit…this was MY FAULT SOMEHOW!
Crimson Mura WILL Return…
In!
Pokemon Ranger: Crimson Dawn (No SV You are a Kanto Warlord)
In!
Pokemon Ranger: Crimson Dawn (No SV You are a Kanto Warlord)
So, I guess that means we are gonna be filling the role of Celadon City Gym leader...
...With Saffron right next door. At least Sabrina has her own ambitions for better or worse? And meanwhile Lt. Surge is having war flashbacks. 😅
We need to find erika
- Location
- California,USA
Your not even the Gym leader the Mayor just shunts you into a bunch of obsure jobs to run the City while he runs away.
She finally knows what to do with her life...
And that is our problem now.
I think he's taking this rather well given the circumstances."
- Location
- California,USA
Oh don't worry you will.
Given she is somewhere inside THE CONSPIRACY equivalent...
That may be a bit difficult.
At the very least, the Rangers had a massive showing here, keeping the other half of the Indigo League stable even as the sytem implodes on itself from the stress.
And it's gonna become Giovanni's problem as well isn't it. After all, she doesn't sound like she is interested in sharing power, and he hasn't quite found that out yet.
Yeah.
Overall, Fuschica is gearing up to survive, Saffron is home of an aggressive warlord, we are the closest to an authority Celedon has right on Sabrina's doorstep, trying to keep things from falling apart without the official position to actually do the work. Pewter is in a pall of uncertainty, Lavender Town is a danger zone that is likely gonna need someone to call in Morty from Jhoto to handle. Blain is busy doing science while Pallet Town is for the most part a spectator of the madness so far. And Vermillion has a war veteran on the warpath gearing up for the inevitable war, which...
As one of the three Saffron neighbors isn't exactly a bad idea. 😅
And then there is Cerulean, where thanks to timing, Misty was there to take the Reigns and has managed to keep them surprisingly well off despite being directly hit by part of the event. And given the timing, is probably where Red is at least...
Maybe, given it seems like Brock is still the Gym Leader at Pewter? Maybe something to do with the father that in the anime, always stayed close but was afraid to reveal himself, and also hasn't shown up?
- Location
- California,USA
Well Brock has a Job to do. And he will not abandon his post.
I mean, This is what Sabrina was Literally made for...so she's having a great time!
The Rangers don't screw around when the shit hits the fan.
Well lets hope we have a great time.
Going by this, well.
Viridian is the TR stronghold by sheer dint of that being Gio's city, and the fact he hasn't been kicked out. Which... For better or worse puts him right in between Jhoto and Kanto. Good for keeping Jhoto support for Rangers limited, but also makes them vulnerable to attacks by that same group. Even as while he currently is unhappy about being cut off from his supposed other stronghold, he will later find it rather lucky that he has cities between him and Sabrina. While Prof. Oaks town is surrounded by Blain and Giovanni, with it's main asset being Prof Oak and his ranch. Pewter is kinda isolated from everyone, for better or worse given it's unknown what Brock is doing right now, and where his father was.(In anime, it was his father reappearing that allowed Brock to go on a journey with ash. But here, sounds like things went differently. For all we know, Brock was being trained by his father when things started happening.)
Fuchisa is relatively isolated but also open, with Vermillion between them and Saffron, as well as Celedon being in the way of Saffron using Cycling Road to get to them. And meanwhile, Lavender town which is descending into chaos with ghost energies, is isolated to most except for Saffron, the place of the psychic warlord.
Viridian is the TR stronghold by sheer dint of that being Gio's city, and the fact he hasn't been kicked out. Which... For better or worse puts him right in between Jhoto and Kanto. Good for keeping Jhoto support for Rangers limited, but also makes them vulnerable to attacks by that same group. Even as while he currently is unhappy about being cut off from his supposed other stronghold, he will later find it rather lucky that he has cities between him and Sabrina. While Prof. Oaks town is surrounded by Blain and Giovanni, with it's main asset being Prof Oak and his ranch. Pewter is kinda isolated from everyone, for better or worse given it's unknown what Brock is doing right now, and where his father was.(In anime, it was his father reappearing that allowed Brock to go on a journey with ash. But here, sounds like things went differently. For all we know, Brock was being trained by his father when things started happening.)
Fuchisa is relatively isolated but also open, with Vermillion between them and Saffron, as well as Celedon being in the way of Saffron using Cycling Road to get to them. And meanwhile, Lavender town which is descending into chaos with ghost energies, is isolated to most except for Saffron, the place of the psychic warlord.
- Location
- California,USA
Excellent analysis.
Of course, i's also surface level, given we got stuff like anime locations which could be anywhere within the general location info given in the anime. Like how Gio and Oak might wind up facing the results of someone poking around pokemopolis ruins. Or Kohga possibly needing to relocate an at risk ninja school. Or wherever Porta Vista might be in this timeline.
And oh, hope Pewter won't need to rush in an exorcist due to one of the Slate family getting possessed while poking around an ancient ruin.
...One thing I am a bit curious about. In the very first game, as in RED/BLUE, badges were more than symbols, but actually buffed pokemon. It Might come in handy for Misty given the badge maker that may live near.
Though, one local asset we have, is the local University.
And oh, hope Pewter won't need to rush in an exorcist due to one of the Slate family getting possessed while poking around an ancient ruin.
...One thing I am a bit curious about. In the very first game, as in RED/BLUE, badges were more than symbols, but actually buffed pokemon. It Might come in handy for Misty given the badge maker that may live near.
Though, one local asset we have, is the local University.
- Location
- California,USA
It can only get better.
.....Thinking a bit about the arcs going on, and Sabrina having the power to match Mewtwo on her own......
This quest is gonna end up being Lt. Surge, us, and Misty doing a tag teem to try and contain the wannabe warlord until Red is ready to square off with her, isn't it.
Edit: Or Cynthia, or Nemona. Given we have a total of 3(4 if you count Blue) future champions running around.
This quest is gonna end up being Lt. Surge, us, and Misty doing a tag teem to try and contain the wannabe warlord until Red is ready to square off with her, isn't it.
Edit: Or Cynthia, or Nemona. Given we have a total of 3(4 if you count Blue) future champions running around.
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