Factories! The way of the future! An industrial institution tasked solely with producing the goods that Johnny Q. Public wants, and it accomplishes this task en-masse! Supply goes up, price goes down, and everyone's happy! That's more money in the pocket for the general public to spend on whatever they please, and never they mind what goes into making these price reductions possible, as industrial evolution cranks out more and more for less and less. Never they mind the consequences.

There are many factories and Spades, and not all of them can be expected to be responsible with their industrial waste. One such factory, situated near the border to Clubs, spat volatile chemicals into the river that ran between the two factions' territories, a product of the various processes that were performed there. The designers of the factory figured that as long as the river carried the chemicals away, everything would be aces.

Some grim cosmic oversight, the cruelty only chance is capable of, saw the appearance of a tiny pikachu egg near the banks of the river between Spades and Clubs, nestled in a thicket of grass that lay just downstream of this factory. Every time the river ran high, the egg would be nearly submerged in water and, by extension, coated in the awful pollutants which the factory released in great lurching batches. Over time, the egg became entangled in the long grass, both saving it from being washed away and trapping it in every bath it might receive.

Luck has, by this point, abandoned the tiny egg to the forces of nature, or rather the unnatural forces at work in the man-made pollutants. Calling it fortunate, then, that the egg only spent a SMALL amount of time having havoc wreaked upon it seems a gross misunderstanding of the situation. Nonetheless, the egg only spent a short time, the greater part of a week and a half, before a man in a boat spotted an abnormal yellow dot amongst the green of the grasses, and plucked from the waterlogged tangle the tiny pikachu egg.

The man was a scientist, a Yanma from Clubs faction who, along with a cadre of like-minded biologists and chemists, had come to this site in order to study the effects of pollution on the ecosystem of both the river and the land immediately around it. This egg he had found not only counted as a wonderful addition to the Clubs faction, plucked from the Spades before they could use it; it was also a prime specimen of exactly the consequences of pollution that he had come to find. The egg, now in questionably motivated but undeniably safe hands, travelled back with the Yanma to the laboratory.

The egg became the subject of constant study, with at least one scientist presiding over it at all times, ensuring both that the maximum amount of data could be mined from it AND that, should it hatch, somebody would be prepared to take the proper steps to care for what would obviously be a very troubled infancy would be taken.

By the time the egg came close to hatching, the entire group had grown quite fond of the notion of acting as family to the Pikachu, and the moments before he hatched, the group decided upon a name: Viktor.