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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:28 am
Damn it, damn it all! You're such an idiot, Shawn! What the hell is wrong with you?!
The same thoughts kept cycling repeatedly through the young teen's brain, making his headache throb worse than ever. He was going to die. The rules have been stated very clearly during training in regards to how Team Rocket dealt with traitors. Traitors were loose cannons and were thus killed upon indentification.
But I'm not a traitor, Shawn insisted silently to himself. Wasn't he, though? He had attempted to aid in the escape of a Rocket prisoner. Said prisoner was the previous Pokemon League Champion, no less. He sighed heavily as he was roughly escourted into an elevator that was headed down into the basement floors. Darrow gave the grunt who shoved him a half-hearted glare. His thoughts were still elsewhere.
No, it's not the same, the boy mentally answered his doubts. Team Rocket makes sense to me. We all do what we need to do to survive. Using and stealing pokemon - that's fine. If trainers aren't strong enough to keep their precious monsters from getting stolen, that's their own fault. As for the pokemon, the actually seem to want to be used. They like working and battling for humans. Everyone and everything has a choice. His brows furrowed as he considered the brain-dead Lance's situation.
What they did to Lance, though...that was unforgivable on any level. That's - that's inhuman! You can't take away someone's free will. That's like playing god. What right does anyone have to do that? It was an amazing feat to be achieved; Shawn hadn't realized Team Rocket was capable of such deeds. He wasn't aware they had such technology or the minds to work it. But just because they can do it doesn't mean they should...
After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator finally stopped. Sepia eyes glanced at the floor number as they passed it - Basement Floor 5 - anda brief shudder overtook the young man. If he remembered right, this was the lowest, most secretive level of the Team Rocket Headquarters. It was also the most restrictive, presumably due to the nature of what went on in the labratories. Shawn had known from the beginning that there was a reason only approved Rockets were allowed in, and he himself had never felt any sort of desire to know what lay beyond. He had valued his life too much. Now, though, that hardly seemed to matter.
He swallowed nervously as he felt his mouth had run dry, but he struggled to maintain a normal, outward appearance. Now he would be one of the few allowed access into the labs, but at what cost? One thing seemed certain - the higher-ups would have never approved his presence down here if they didn't think he and his big mouth would be a liability in the future.
Lindsay, I hope you stay safe.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:42 pm
The escorts paused at a set of large steel double doors and waited. After a few minutes of letting the traitor sweat, the doors finally opened; Behind them stood a tiny woman with a mess of white hair, Elite Nyx, who some would consider one of the more terrifying members of Team Rocket. She was also well known to be one of the people behind what they had done to Lance.
"Well, well. We have an actual traitor? Goody!" Nyx smiled, "We don't get many of you- Oh, and you tried to help Lance. What? Decided to turn hero?" The scientist turned and motioned for the escorts to follow and bring the prisoner.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:50 am
"I'm not a traitor!" Shawn retorted with force, fists clentched at his sides. "And I wasn't trying to be a hero! I know Team Rocket does immoral things, but this was crossing the line. I couldn't just let him be a mindless slave! No human being deserves that!"
It was odd shouting, though, when his addressee was an elite five or six inches shorter than he was. He had never met her personally, but there was no mistaking that infamous head of white fluff. This was the Rocket Nyx, and the street kid knew better than to judge people by appearances. Half the reason his fists were clentched was an an attempt to hide his uncontrollable trembling. If he wasn't careful, he worried his locked knees might cause him to lose the precious oxygen his brain needed to process the situation. Or, worse, they might just give way under him.
"Elite Agent Nyx...right?" the boy asked, less confidently. "They say you were the one who did this to him. What...what could have caused you to stoop so low? Isn't free will something everyone deserves to have? Not even pokemon are treated this way!" Of course, Shawn had yet to learn anything about the orbs that seemed to possess pokemon, but that was another phenomenon entirely and not, in any way, man-made.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:28 pm
"Not a traitor? You try to free our most valuable prisoner and you aren't a traitor. My, well, then this must be some sort of mistake on our part." Nyx opened the double doors to a very sterile looking room. She listened with amusement as the boy gave a speech about free will.
"And?" She shrugged, motioning to a chair in the room for the guards to take the boy too. "What even is free will? I'm not forcing him to do anything. You saw it yourself, he chose not to flee. All I did was tweak some outputs and inputs."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:56 pm
 "He's a prisoner in his own mind! That's the worst sort of thing you could do!" Shawn retorted hotly. "Heck, that's even worse than death!"
What was that? What was she doing? Damn, that couldn't be good. Not good at all. The teen was not liking the look of that room. The chair wasn't all that inviting, either. He considered making a break for it. Really, though, after what happened with Lance, just how far did he expect to get? Grudgingly, he was shoved and herded into the chair, unable to put up much resistance with his malnourished build.
"He obviously doesn't want to be a part of Team Rocket," Grunt Shadow countered. "Whatever the hell you did, it's ludicrous. He's obeying orders like he doesn't have a choice. It's just plain creepy. It's inhuman." His eyes narrowed as he glared at Nyx. "But no where as inhuman as you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:20 pm
Her? Inhuman? Nyx began laughing, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!" The mad scientist walked around the boy's chair, a grin on her face. "What is obvious, silly boy, is that you don't want to be a part of Team Rocket. If you did, you wouldn't be so petty as to try and bring insignificant concepts like right and wrong into this."
Nyx walked over to a panel on the wall and opened it. "Don't worry. We'll fix that."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:36 pm
Another scientist came walking into the room not long after Shawn had been seated. Following him was a rather small Mewtwo, its blue tail waving back and forth in a slow motion. Large blue eyes taking in its surroundings as she scanned the thoughts of those present. The psychic mon had grown some since being created, but it would still be considered a small child. It wasn't any more than three feet tall, if even that much.
Obediently it followed its handler to where Shawn and Nyx were, looking expectantly up at the fluffy haired elite.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:46 pm
Grunt Shadow shrunk back in the chair as Nyx began to laugh. This was not going as expected. He'd heard the elite agent was a little...off, but this was ridiculous. She seemed to fit the definition of a classic horror movie 'mad scientist'. And, frankly, for all his tough talk, Shawn was scared shitless.
He drew back involuntarily as she grinned, fighting to keep his composure. Every instinct he had picked up on the Goldenrod City streets screamed at him to run, or hide, or - or something! He couldn't just sit here and wonder what the hell she was talking about.
"You've got it all wrong! I do like Team Rocket. It's the closet thing I've ever had to a home or a family! It's just - this goes way beyond just stealing pokemon! This is about people!" Even to his own ears, Darrow's voice lacked conviction, but he knew he had to keep talking before he lost his nerve. He really wasn't liking the look of that panel on the wall. Or the way Nyx had promised to fix him.
"...What are you doing to do?" he asked, swallowing to keep his voice steady, only to hear it crack mid-sentence anyway. Arceus, now his whole body was trembling. He had been expecting a quick death, not this torture or whatever it was they seemed to have planned. Who had put Elite Agent Nyx in charge of dealing with 'traitors' anyway? They had to be sadistic!
Momentarily distracted by a pair of new presences in the room, the teenager looked up to see a legendary pokemon he had only heard about before. It was...a lot smaller than he'd pictured it, though. Could it have been an infant? It had the inquisitive look of one. As amazed as he was that it was a legendary, however, Shawn's pokephobia made no exception. His eyes grew large and he tried to jump up, ready to bolt for the nearest exit, all rational thoughts gone from his mind. Sprinting was, after all, his favorite hobby and best talent.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 5:49 am
"All exist for the glory of Team Rocket." Was the Elite's only reply, even as Shawn made a run for it. The door to the room wasn't locked, and he could open it and run easily, but he couldn't get far. All other exits to this section of the labs were locked.
Nyx casually grabbed a pokeball off of her belt and released the monster inside. "Go, bring him back here."
The pokemon she'd chosen for the job may have been an odd choice. The large purple blimp pokemon saluted it's master before floating off through the wall after the human boy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:11 am
The Mewtwo remained quiet and still as it watched Shawn jump up and make a break for it. It was getting vibes, thoughts, and feelings, itd never experienced from humans before. But it had no reason not to trust anyone here, and turned its blue eyes towards Nyx questioningly. The Pokemon was confused and didn't know what it was supposed to do. Thus she solemnly awaited whatever instructions it was to received.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:43 pm
If the grunt had heard or managed to process what the elite agent had said, he gave no indication. He was too busy trying to find a way out in his panic-striken state. Of course, as all other exits to the lab were locked, his attempts were fruitless and the teen was soon trapped.
As he turned his back to press up against the wall, Shawn stared at the floating creature floating toward him ominously. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to find out, either. Somehow though, perhaps from his experience of so often being around the type, he knew enough to understand that it was a ghost. That did not help matters. For once, he wished he had Lindsay with him. Aggressive, loyal Lindsay. Where was she now?
Ducking past the balloon-thing, the kid started running again - only this time, it was back the way he had come. No way in hell was he giving that thing a chance to use whatever powers it had on him; especially not when there was no human trainer in sight to prevent it from going overboard with his punishment. Suddenly whatever Nyx had had in store didn't seem as threatening after all.
"CALL IT BACK!" he yelled at the poof-haired elite. "I'LL DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR!" Though he realized he must have sounded pathetic and inside he was dying of shame, his childhood fears had taken total control of himself and his actions. He was reduced once more to the cowering 6-year-old he had been when he'd finally realized he was alone in the world. "Stop," he said faintly, collapsing into the chair and curling up. "Please."
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