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Spoiler: The Pokémon Master

He used to read a lot when he was younger. It was how he escaped from the bullies who liked to flaunt that they had powers that he didn’t. He couldn’t run, climb, or swim as fast as some of the others could. He couldn’t breathe fire, or make plants grow, or summon electricity. He, and all of the other creatures like him, were weak.

That was what he used to think, but then he stumbled across an abandoned library full of old books that hadn’t been touched in years. He’d started reading the books for fun, but then he started to find things that were very interesting.

There were a lot of pictures that looked similar to the creatures that he knew. The book called these creatures ‘Pokémon’, and all of the different types of creatures had different names. It took him a long time to figure out why these names and terms were used. It wasn’t for the benefit of the Pokémon, it was for the creatures called humans.

He had been fascinated by humans from the moment that he started reading about them. A powerful species that wasn’t necessarily stronger or smarter than Pokémon, but they were somehow the masters of Pokémon. These so-called humans would command and control Pokémon, and if they were feeling very nice then they would treat them like pets or toys instead.

He was equally confused and intrigued. How could humans, who didn’t have any powers, control Pokémon? As a child who was tired of being picked on and pushed around for his lack of powers, he was desperate to learn more about these humans. Maybe he could learn from them.

One day he learned something by accident that turned his hobby into an obsession.

One book that he was looking at finally showed a picture of humans, and he was surprised to see that the pictures looked a lot like him and the other weak and powerless creatures. They were humans? He was a human? But they’d been so mighty, the most powerful of all the creatures, ruling over Pokémon. What happened?

He supposed that he could learn about what had happened to cause the humans’ fall from glory, but he had a more important quest. How would he bring humans back to their rightful place?

He would read any book he could get his hands on that mentioned humans, and he learned a lot. There were fighting strategies. There were tips on how to properly take care of Pokémon, or train them to be more obedient, but he couldn’t find out how humans got Pokémon under their control in the first place.

Finally he found a children’s book that answered his most sought after question. It was a book meant for young children, a basic guide on how to be something called a Pokémon trainer. There were a lot of useful tips in the book, but the thing that he was most interested in was something called a pokéball. Apparently all a human had to do was catch a Pokémon with this thing, and that Pokémon would be theirs to command. It wouldn’t give them complete control, as that was what the training was for, but it was a start.

He started a new search, not for knowledge, but for a pokéball. It was actually remarkably simple to find an old pokéball lying around, as they were lying around in houses and bags all over the place, but they were all broken and deactivated.

He didn’t give up his search though. He traveled from abandoned town to abandoned town. He found cloth and fabric and started to wear them the way he’d seen the humans in pictures wear. It didn’t matter to him how many odd looks and rude comments he got. The opinion of lowly Pokémon didn’t matter to him. He was a human. He was above them.

All humans had names, and as a human himself he knew that he needed one too, but he put off naming himself because he didn’t want one of those cutesy pet names that some humans used to give to Pokémon. He needed a name that people would respect. One that they would hear and understand immediately that he wasn’t someone to be messed with.

Time passed. He started to hear Pokémon talking about the weird creature that lived in ancient houses, fixing them up to be the way that they once had been. Some Pokémon thought that he was just eccentric and insane. Some Pokémon thought that he was dangerous. They all kept their distance though, and that was just the way that he liked it.

Finally, finally, he found an intact pokéball that certainly looked like it would work, but there was just one way to know for sure. He’d had a lot of time to think about this, and he had the perfect Pokémon in mind to be his first loyal servant. It was a strong, winged Pokémon that was big enough to fly him anywhere he might want to go, and it was also an intimidating creature that not many Pokémon dared to mess with. If he could control this Pokémon, he could control many others.

It took a few days to hunt this Pokémon down, and a few more days to wear this Pokémon down in the way that his books had advised, but finally he was able to get the Pokémon exactly where he wanted him.

He took the pokéball and threw it at his target. There was a flash of light and the Pokémon vanished. For several long moments the Pokémon wobbled tensely, and he had no idea if this had worked, but finally the pokéball settled with a very satisfying sound.

He smiled and picked up the pokéball. The Pokémon held within didn’t know, but it was about to be a vital piece of something great.

He had caught a Pokémon. He would be its master, and there would be more where this came from. He remembered reading about something called a Pokémon Master, though it was never clear what that meant. Well, now he understood, and he had a name for himself as well.

He was Master. He would be the master of Pokémon, and all of those creatures that had thought that they could push him down would pay.

The Master was going to bring the reign of the humans back, and he was going to be the most powerful of them all.

 

Spoiler: Vectors of History

Date: 123 AWS (After the War of Shattering)
Location: Terran Federation Space Station
Subject: First manned test of Variable Entropy Class Transport Optimum Resonance

Dr. Rickard: “Are you ready captain?”
Capt. Martha: “Ready doctor, final checks are complete. Let’s get this trial underway,”
Dr. Rickard: “You may decouple from the station. Stay safe out there,”
Capt. Martha: “The Tessellate has decoupled, I’m burning away from the planet. When I get back, we can all get pizza,”

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Marth Fiore set the engines to burn and watched as the station disappeared behind her. The Tessellate was barely a ship, and calling her captain seemed a bit over the top. It was basically an engine, an experimental FTL device, and a cockpit, but if this worked, it would open up the stars to humanity, something that was desperately needed since the war of shattering nearly destroyed the planet.

The computer beeped, pulling Martha’s attention. It was time to engage the device and see if this would work. She grasped the handle beside her chair, fitting her fingers into the large opening. She pulled it up, gave it a half turn, then pressed it in the stars on her view screen seemed to leap forward as she pierced the fabric of space itself and entered dark space.

The sound of the engine died as she cut the thrust. Her viewports were blank, the V.E.C.T.O.R. Device somehow set up a quantum resonance with the dark matter around her, and pulled her along a set trajectory. If all went well she would soon reach the test goal, Mars, and could disengage.

However the expected ping from the computer never happened. Martha tried to disengage the device, but it wouldn’t budge. She checked the computer but there was little she could do and soon she had resigned herself to waiting for the ship to come near enough a gravitational mass to be pulled into real space.

Minutes ticked by, and soon turned to hours. A short uncomfortable nap was interrupted as the computer let out a chirp. The screen said they had arrived at the destination, but a quick check of the chronometer revealed that 5 hours had passed. All the unmanned tests had shown that Mars was merely a few minutes away via V.E.C.T.O.R. Martha grasped the handle and reversed it to pull them out of dark space. The stars leaped into view, then settled as the ship came out. Her inertia from before entering dark space continued to propel her forward, and her view screens began to display her location. As she had suspected it wasn’t the familiar red brown of the planet nearest Earth that she saw, before her was arrayed a mass of ships more than she had ever seen back home, and with a sense of the alien in their design.

She quickly activated the sunlight engines and began trying to calculate the path back to Earth. Her radio began to emit a series of noises that sounded to her like an eldritch horror gasping in the final spasm of disease. She desperately set the computer to calculate a path home as she burned away, however she was soon surrounded by fighter ships, which began herding her away from her exit. The Tessellate was not meant for combat or speed, and she was forced to allow herself to be diverted. Soon she found herself heading to one of the large ships of the armada. Her radio began to emit a series of noises that sounded to her like an eldritch horror gasping in the final spasm of disease. She shuddered, and wished for things to have been different.

When her fighter had landed in the large glaring white landing bay, she found her ship surrounded by large lizard like creatures, likely the race that had built this armada. She strapped on her emergency oxygen mask, in case the atmosphere was unbreathable, and released the cockpit lid on her ship. She was led through a maze of identical hallways and entered a room with a fairly normal looking table with two chairs. Her guards pushed her toward the chairs and then turned and left. Martha continued to stand, unsure what to expect. Her eyes had already begun to ache from the light that seemed omnipresent on the ship. Just as she was about to make her way to one of the chairs, the door behind her opened and an alien, larger than those that had guarded her, probably round two and a half meters tall, walked in. the alien gestured to word her, and then the chair. Martha carefully sat down, watching the newcomer. The alien reached into the pocket on it’s uniform, and removed a small device, which was placed on the table. The alien then gestured to it’s mouth and ears.

“You want me to speak?” Martha asked carefully, The alien continued the gestures, so she assumed it meant for her to go on. “My name is Martha Fiore, Captain of the Tessellate, and First of the Delta squadron under Major Marcus. We were testing a new device-” Her explanation was cut off as the alien held up a hand, surprising her not just in the movement, but in the similarity to the earth way of silently asking someone to stop.

The alien picked up the device and checked something on it, then handed it to her. A gesture towards the alien’s ear told her to place it in her ear. The imposing alien watched as she fumbled it behind her hair and into her ear. As soon as she pulled her hand away he began to speak.

“I apologize for any intimidation or worry that may be caused by the situation,” She was shocked to hear Terran, not exactly good Terran, but Terran of any kind from an alien would be surprising. “The translator will continue to learn your language and be improved. For now it should be enough to allow communicated to occur.” The alien gestured toward itself, “I am the one called,” a series of unintelligible noises sounded, causing Martha to wince, “but please call me Glerb,” Martha smiled and repeated her introduction and explanation.

“You aren’t some form of invasion force are you?” She asked tentatively. It seemed a bit rude as she said it, but she was still worried about the ships and their presence so comparatively close to Earth.

“You have no need to fear us,” Glerb assured her, “We long ago abandoned our dying planet and have lived in the planetary fleet ever since.

“Then why did you capture me?” Martha asked,

“When you didn’t respond to the radio it was assumed that you were either a rebel scout, or a race that had yet to enter the glorious Empire. Now that we know it is the latter, you are free to return to your people. We look forward to making the official welcome to the glorious Empire when your people have had a chance to acquaint themselves with the idea of the other.” Martha let out a sigh of relief, and the chat was concluded.

Martha soon found herself back on the Tessellate. The computer had calculated a trip home, and she burned away from the large ship. With a pull and twist of the lever she entered dark space, followed shortly afterward by two small fighter sized ships.

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Another 5 hours gone as Martha made her way back to Earth. Thankfully she had no further issues with V.E.C.T.O.R., and she hoped it had just been a miscalculation in the flight plan that had sent her on the wrong path

“Greetings TFS” She said to the space station, “Hope I’m not to late for dinner,” The radio crackled ominously for a bit before Dr. Rickard got on,

“There you are, what happened? Mars Station said you never appeared,”

“Still not sure myself on that,” Martha radioed back, “but we have bigger news to discuss when I get docked.”