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Postby El Squibbonator » Wed Mar 20, 2019 1:23 pm

All right, first things first, a little explanation. Back when I joined this forum five years ago, I began writing a rather silly Evangelion/Pokemon crossover fanfic. It wasn't really a crossover in the conventional sense, but more like a retelling of the Evangelion story in the Pokemon setting. I made it through about 10 chapters (out of 27 that I had planned) before I put the whole thing on hold and switched to writing original fiction.
Lately, though, I've been looking back at the story and I think it deserves to be finished, so I'm going to be posting it here in this new thread.

As for the rest of you, enjoy:

Neon Genesis Evangelemon: You Can (Not) Catch 'em All

Episode 1: Welcome to Pallet Town 3

This is a cautionary story. It tells us the danger that might befall a society that, having built its economy around ten-year-old children capturing powerful magical creatures in tiny plastic balls and forcing them to fight, fails to ignore the most basic warnings from the mythology regarding said creatures.
OR this is the story of one Shinji Ikari, quite possibly the most pathetic being in the universe. With no living mother, only an insufferable douche for a father, and virtually nothing in the way of worldly accomplishments, many wonder why Shinji bothers to continue living life as he does. Their questions will be answered soon enough.
OR this is merely the fantasy of an amateur writer who, despite the misfortune of having been born in the setting of neither of the above anime series, is overwhelmed by a fascination with them and is writing this story to give his interest some semblance of a focus. If this is the case, the guy really needs to get a life. Without further ado, the story proper can now begin.

While a case can be made for many of the different cities and towns in Kanto, from the allegedly haunted graveyards of Lavender Town to the active volcanoes of Cinnabar Island, most of these pale in comparison to the marvel of engineering—and desperation—that is Pallet Town 3. Built to replace the original Pallet Town after it was destroyed by an event known as Second Impact, Pallet Town 3’s designers boasted that nothing short of Arceus itself could destroy their work. They were right.
Pallet Town 3 was located a ways inland from the remains of the original Pallet Town. There had been some controversy about naming it after a town that had so recently been destroyed in Second Impact, but since no one could suggest a color-based name that was not already taken by another city or town in Kanto, the name Pallet Town 3 stuck.
Not that any of this mattered to fourteen-year-old Shinji Ikari. For all he cared, it could have been named Dungheap City, and it wouldn’t have been a better or worse place to live. That was because, whatever the town’s name was, if you were a child in it you were expected to be a great Pokemon trainer. And Shinji was most certainly not one.
Right now, though Shinji was sitting under the canopy of a bus stop, waiting for his father. Unlike himself, Shinji’s father had always been said to be an exceptional trainer, which made him feel even more pathetic than usual. Shinji had not seen his father in years, made him worry bout how he would be received if he were to present himself in his current state. Shinji had quite nearly forgotten about his father, had it not been for a mysterious invitation some days ago telling him to wait to be picked up at this very bus stop. Of course, his father would not be doing this himself—he would be sending one of his employees, a woman named Misato Katsuragi, to do it for him.
Unfortunately for Shinji, there was nobody in sight at the moment except for his Cubone, which was the only Pokemon he never kept in a PokeBall. Shinji had gotten Cubone as a birthday present four years from his mother, shortly before her death. When she died, he had sworn upon his mother’s grave that he would honor her by becoming the greatest Pokemon trainer in the world. Four years later, and he had not progressed far toward that goal. In the four years since he had begun his quest as a Pokemon trainer, he had earned only three gym badges—from the Pewter, Cerulean, and Vermillion gyms—and captured only four other Pokemon. Those other Pokemon were a Pidgeotto he’d caught a few days after he got Cubone, a Raticate that had followed him all the way to Cerulean City, a Spearow he’d since traded for a Furret, and a rather lazy, aloof Sandslash.
As Shinji watched, for a second he thought he could see someone—a girl about his age with short blue hair, pale skin, and strange red eyes—watching him from across the street. But when he blinked to establish what he had actually seen, she vanished, if indeed she was ever there in the first place. In any case, he soon had more important things to think about that possibly--imaginary people.
His first hint that something was amiss came when the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. A flock of Pidgey on the telephone wire took off, a Rattata that had been nibbling on a jelly-filled donut ran for cover, and Shinji, raising himself from his seat, could see what was shaking the ground.
It was a colossal, vaguely humanoid creature, towering above the tallest buildings in Pallet Town 3. The creature was black and white in color, and had disproportionately long arms ending in grappling-hook-like claws. It seemed to have no real face, instead possessing an array of nine eyes on where a face would normally be. From these, it periodically issued blasts of light, vaporizing anything in its path.
“Who’s that Pokemon?” Shinji asked, rather stupidly, before attempting to identify it on his Pokedex. Nothing came up on it but static.
“No information on this Pokemon available.”
Well, this is stupid, thought Shinji. What’s the use of a Pokedex if it doesn’t even tell you anything about a Pokemon the first time you see it?
As the strange Pokemon made its way toward Pallet Town 3, it was greeted by a salvo of gunfire and missiles. The resulting explosion nearly knocked Shinji and Cubone off their bench, but when the smoke cleared it was apparent that no damage whatsoever had been done to the Pokemon. It continued advancing in a straight line, periodically vaporizing whatever was in its bath with Hyper Beams.
Circling around the mysterious Pokemon were a group of Kanto Strategic Self-Defense Force helicopters, which attacked it with their own guns and rockets. This, too, had little effect except to anger the huge Pokemon, and it swatted one of the helicopters out of the air with its arm, sending it careening into the side of a building directly above where Shinji was sitting.
Shinji scrambled for cover as the falling debris came crashing down around him. Grabbing Cubone, he ran out into the street, where he was suddenly blocked by a blue sports car pulling up in front of him.
“What are you doing just sitting there? Get in!” shouted the driver, leaning out the window. The driver was a woman about 30 years old with dark purplish-black hair. She wore a uniform of some kind that Shinji did not recognize, but her nametag identified her—she was Misato Katsuragi.
“Are you here to take me to see my father?” asked Shinji.
“No time for that. Get in!” shouted Misato.
The interior of the car smelled strongly of alcohol, and the seats were peeling. An ornament of a Magikarp hung from the roof above the dashboard, and in the back seat there was a large cooler that gave off a peculiar smell. Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, Shinji asked Misato, “Did my father send you?”
“Sort of. Everything is going to be made clear to you soon. But we’ve got to get out of here.”
“Why?” asked Shinji, although he already knew perfectly well. “And what was that thing?” He gestured up at the gigantic Pokemon, which had now torn the top off a nearby skyscraper and was using it to swat at the circling aircraft.
As Misato shoved her foot down on the gas pedal and the car accelerated away, she sighed and began to explain. “Have you ever heard people talk about Legendary Pokemon?”
“You mean like Mew? And the Legendary Birds?” asked Shinji.
“Yes. This one is called Regigigas. It is said to be the Pokemon that pulled the continents into their modern positions millions of years ago. As for why it would awaken now, I have no idea.”
“Well,” asked Shinji, quite unimpressed with this crash-course lesson in Pokemon mythology, “can you at least tell me where you’re taking me?”
“I will in a little—OH SHIT GET DOWN!” Misato suddenly shouted, slamming on the brakes.
“What?” asked Shinji, who was now extremely confused.
“They’re going to use an N2 mine!”
Before Shinji could ask what an N2 mine was or what one did, the sky turned bright white for a brief instant, followed by a deafening clap. The shockwave from the explosion sent the car and its two occupants tumbling off the road and into a drainage ditch, and when the smoke cleared it was apparent that, although the blast had devastated the already-badly–damaged infrastructure of Pallet Town 3, it had left not a scratch on Regigigas. The huge Pokemon continued inwards toward the center of Pallet Town 3, as if it were looking for something.
Meanwhile, at the KSSDF command center, the failure of the N2 mine was not going over very well. An emergency meeting had been called, the nature of which was being kept secret. The man presiding over the meeting was a severe-looking businesslike individual, with an air of authority about him. His uniform was adorned with countess badges and other decorations, signifying his rank as a general. But he would not be in command here for much longer.
When the KSSDF general turned on the giant screen in the conference hall, the face of another man filled it. This man had dark hair and a beard, wore opaque sunglasses, and sat at a desk with his fingers steepled under his chin. Alongside him sat a brown-furred, vaguely humanoid Pokemon with long whiskers and a metal spoon in each hand—an Alakazam. His name was Gendo Ikari.
“Hello,” he said, tilting his said so that the light in the room reflected brightly off his glasses. “What have you come to tell me?”
“Well,” said the JSSDF general, “Our use of an N2 weapon—the most powerful in our arsenal—against the threat attacking Pallet Town 3 has yielded no result. Any further attempt would simply damage the city further. We have no choice, Dr. Ikari, but to relinquish responsibility for protection of Pallet town 3, and possibly all of Kanto, to you and NERV.”
“Very well,” said Gendo. For a moment, the conference screen lit up, then Gendo vanished, having Teleported away with his Alakazam.
Dazed, Shinji and Misato crawled out of the overturned car. “Do you think we can get it out of here?” asked Shinji. He doubted it; the car was wedged in the drainage ditch next to the road, and he certainly felt like he would not be able to pull it out by himself.
“No,” she answered, “but I think I know someone who can.” With that she pulled a Poke Ball out of one of her pockets and pressed the button on it. The Pokemon that came out was another one Shinji was unfamiliar with. It stood on two legs, had thick, leathery skin, and on its belly it had a pouch. Inside the pouch was a smaller version of itself, which Shinji thought looked oddly like a Cubone. He looked it up on his Pokedex.
“Kangaskahn: the Parent Pokemon,” it said. “It carries its baby in its pouch, and is fiercely protective of it.”
Now knowing what Misato intended for him to do, Shinji reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his own Poke Balls. Not Cubone, of course; Cubone almost never got into a Poke Ball. The Pokemon he called out was his Sandslash. Sandslash, unfortunately, fell asleep as soon as it left its Poke Ball. It lay on its back on the ground, the blade of grass it always kept in its mouth fluttering as it snored. Shinji sighed. Sandslash was always like this.
“Sandslash, return!” he shouted, holding the Poke Ball up again. “He pressed the button, and Sandslash went back inside. Well, I’m out of ideas.” By then, Misato and Kangaskahn were already working on pulling the car free. When it finally rolled out of the ditch, Misato recalled Kangaskahn and invited Shinji back into the now badly dented car.
As they drove, Shinji noticed an unmistakable sight in the distance: a huge metal and glass pyramid towering over the rest of Pallet Town 3. And he and Misato were heading straight for it.
The car ducked into a tunnel, and when Shinji and Cubone adjusted to the dim light beneath the surface he could not believe what he saw. An entire underground city, with skyscrapers reaching downwards and huge lamps on the ceiling in place of the sun, stretched out before him. “Wow!” gasped Shinji, hardly believing his eyes. “Real Geofront!” Truth be told, he had not known what a Geofront was until a few minutes beforehand, and it was not as if he had ever thought there were no real Geofronts.
The car parked in front of a massive concrete bunker which, unlike the skyscrapers of the Geofront, was built from the ground up. Shinji expected this to be the place where he met his father, but when Misato led him inside, they boarded a small hovering train.
When the train came to a stop, Shinji and Misato were greeted by a second woman, who seemed to be slightly older than Misato. She had short blonde hair, wore a lab coat, and was accompanied by a pink cat-like Pokemon. “Espeon, the Sun Pokemon,” Shinji’s Pokedex informed him as he scanned it. “It uses the fine hairs on its body to predict the future and detect air currents.”
“It’s about time you arrived, Misato,” said the new woman “And I see you brought the Third Child?”
“Yep! In the nick of time too—I got him just as Regigigas was attacking inner Pallet Town 3.”
The woman then turned to Shinji and handed him a stack of forms that he assumed he was supposed to fill out. At the top, in large friendly letters, was written, “Hello there! Welcome to the world of NERV! My name is Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, but people just call me a Pokemon Professor.” This was followed by a number of questions, starting with “Now tell me, are you a boy or a girl?” Shinji began to wonder whether Dr. Akagi really needed him to write this down, but he decided he needed to anyway.
Once Shinji had filled out the paperwork, Misato and Dr. Akagi escorted him through another door, this one emblazoned with the NERV logo—the word NERV and half a fig leaf, surrounded by the motto “to protect the world from devastation, to unite all people within our nation.” Shinji was about to ask what this meant, but what he saw on the other side gave him many more important questions.
The entire room, as large as a Pokemon League arena, was taken up by a giant tank of foul-smelling orange liquid. This liquid was supplied by a network of pipes and funnels descending from the ceiling, which pumped the orange fluid into the giant tank.
Inside the tank sat something the likes of which Shinji had never seen before. Attached to the wall of the room by umbilical cables, it resembled nothing so much as a huge metallic robot. Its head was disc-shaped, and on its back was a menacing-looking laser turret. Its eyes glowed bright red, and its entire body was covered in sleek purple armor. Yet despite all the incredible power Shinji was sure it must have possessed, it remained absolutely still in the tank of orange liquid.
Shinji was astounded. He was unable to even ask what the thing in the tank was, while Cubone only managed a meek “. . .Bone?”(I’m not sure what that is.) Luckily, Dr. Akagi answered his question for him.
“This is the artificial Pokemon, Genesect. Unit 01 of the Evangelemon program. Its creation carried out in total secrecy, it is our—humanity’s—last great hope.”
In a control room overlooking the giant tank, Gendo Ikari watched with interest. His assistant, Dr. Fuyutsuki, sat at a desk next to him.
“Well, it seems Misato was telling the truth. Shinji has arrived. Well, I, for one, never doubted it.” said Gendo, steepling his fingers once again.
“Maybe so,” replied Fuyutsuki. “But do think it is really wise—using the boy when he has not yet even proven himself as a Pokemon trainer—in such a precarious job?”
“It . . . it seemed like a good idea at the time” said Gendo.
“Fair enough. And by the way, is there a reason you do that thing with your hands? I’ve always wondered that.”
“What thing with my hands?” replied Gendo, removing his hands frm their steepled position beneath his chin and getting up out of his chair.
He then left the room, and headed down to meet face to face with Shinji.
“It has been a long time since I saw you last,” said Gendo. “Do tell me, what have you accomplished as a trainer in my absence?”
Shinji gulped. “I’ve gotten the first three Kanto badges. And I’ve caught four Pokemon other than Cubone.” He pulled out his other Poke Balls, and let out hi remaining Pokemon for his father to see.
Gendo frowned. “I would have expected more out of you. Four years, and this is all you have to present me? I would figure you would at least be facing the Elite Four by now, and have a full Pokedex.”
“I . . . I’ll catch more! I swear!” stammered Shinji.
“No.” Gendo replied. “You can only have five Pokemon of your own here at a time. Genesect will be your sixth. If, that is, you seem up to the task of being its trainer.” With that, Gendo pulled out a Poke Ball of his own. “Gengar! I need your assistance!”
As the purple, goblin-like Pokemon materialized in front of Gendo, he explained, “If you can defeat me in battle, then you can have Genesect. “
“OK,” said Shinji, “But can I call it ‘Dennis’?”
“No,” replied Gendo. “Now, Gengar—Shadow Ball!”
At that moment, Shinji realized he had not yet picked out a Pokemon to battle with. Let’s see, he thought Nothing’s good against ghost types, but a ghost-type move won’t hurt a Normal-type either. “All right. I choose you—Raticate!”
The rat-like Pokemon dodged Gengar’s incoming Shadow Ball, then reared up onto its hind legs awaiting Shinji’s command. Gengar, meanwhile, floated next to Gendo, likewise waiting for an order.
“Raticate, use Hyper Fang!” Raticate rushed toward Gengar, its sharp teeth glistening as it prepared to attack. “Rati-caaate,” (All right, Mr. Smiley Face, let me show you how it’s done,) it hissed. Gengar, however, didn’t move as Raticate approached it. Instead it faded into thin air, and let Raticate pass directly through itself. The attack had no effect.
“Raticate, return!” said Shinji, recalling it into its Poke Ball. “Go, Cubone!”
Even though it wore its skull mask, Cubone looked somewhat apprehensive about facing Gengar. “Bone?” (You. . .you don’t really want me to battle him, do you?) it whined, staring up at Shinji.
“It’s OK, Cubone,” he said. “Why don’t you start with . . . let’s see . . . Bone Rush?”
“Cu-bone!” (I guess that’ll work) replied Cubone. It raised its bone club over its head, and charged at Gengar. But Gengar was ready. It fired up another Shadow Ball and sent Cubone hurtling backwards across the room, knocking it out instantly.
Gendo recalled Gengar. “Shinji, I expected better from you,” he said sternly. “You do not seem to possess the skills that I expected from someone who has been a Pokemon trainer for four years. I’m afraid I cannot trust you to control Genesect.” He then called to Dr. Akagi, “It looks like we’re going to need Rei after all.”
Dr. Akagi left the room and returned a few minutes later. She was pushing a hospital gurney, and on it lay the very same girl Shinji had seen at the bus stop. Well, if you wanted to be specific, she didn’t look exactly the same—she was heavily bandaged up and had all manner of plastic tubes poking into her mouth. But it was unmistakably the same girl. She had the same blue hair, the same pale skin, and the same red eyes.
“Shinji,” said Gendo, “This is Rei Ayanami. She is the only currently qualified trainer in the Kanto Evangelemon program. I would have hoped for you to become the second, but it seems I will have to settle for her for the time being. Now, go find Misato; she will be waiting to. . .”
Gendo did not get to finish his sentence. The entire room shook as something massive came crashing down on top of the Geofront. Regigigas, thought Shinji. Lights swung in their fixtures, the orange liquid in the tank sloshed in waves, and a heavy steel girder broke loose from the ceiling and plummeted directly toward Shinji. He tried to scramble out of the way, but he was too slow. He closed his eyes and waited for the girder to fall on him. It never did.
When he opened his eyes, Shinji saw what has happened. Genesect—the huge, purple, robotic Pokemon—had broken free of its restraints and used one of its massive claws to swat the falling girder aside. It had saved his life. Shinji stared in awe at the gigantic Pokemon, which looked more mechanical than organic, as it settled back into the tank of orange liquid.
As he did, he noticed that Rei had not been so lucky. Regigigas’s attack had knocked over the gurney she was in, and she now lay sprawled on the floor, her bandages unraveling. Shinji ran over to her. Rei did not seem to be in any pain, or, if she was, she certainly wasn’t showing it. She simply lay on the floor, limp and weak, and certainly not looking in and condition to take Genesect into battle.
Gendo seemingly agreed with this assessment. Whether it was because of Genesect’s unexpected behavior around him or his desire to help Rei, Shinji wasn’t sure, but he could tell from Gendo’s uncharacteristic smile that his normally-miserable life might have taken a turn for the better.
“Shinji,” Gendo said at last, “I must confess I misjudged you. Genesect is yours.”
“So, you still haven’t told me one thing. What exactly do I do with a Genesect?” asked Shinji. “Do I eat it, or sit on it, or what?”
“Do you see that object on the back of Genesect’s head?” asked Gendo. “The one that looks like a cassette deck? That is called an entry plug. You climb inside that, and your mind becomes linked to that of the Pokemon, allowing you to control it.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” said Shinji.
“Shinji, get in the fucking Pokemon,” said Gendo, clearly exasperated.


WHO’S THAT POKEMON?
This Pokemon wears the skull of its deceased mother, and nobody has ever seen its real face.
Life can seem a challenge. Life can seem impossible. It's never easy when so much is on the line.


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Postby El Squibbonator » Wed Apr 03, 2019 11:19 pm

To speed things along, here's chapter 2:

Neon Genesis Evangelemon: You Can (not) Catch ‘Em All

Episode 2: Shinji pops a NERV

Shinji gulped and sputtered as he found himself submerged in the smelly orange liquid that filled the entry plug. He fought the urge to vomit, but that did little good, because at the time his own major intestine seemed to be considering evacuating it contents through his mouth. Once he had gotten over the unpleasantness of it all, he realized that he could actually breathe, despite being immersed in the liquid.
The interior of the entry plug was cramped, and lined with strange-looking controls that must have been attached to the mechanical armor Genesect wore. But before Shinji could try any of them out, a headset with goggles slipped over his face, and his view suddenly changed to a dark vertical tunnel.
Where am I? Shinji asked himself. He lifted one arm, then the other, and each time he did, Genesects metallic purple claws moved in front of him. He was seeing through Genesect’s eyes.
“Prepare Unit 01 for launch!” the voice of Dr. Akagi shouted over a loudspeaker.
Another voice—his father’s—replied, “Launch preparations are complete. Genesect is ready for deployment.”
I most certainly am not ready for deployment, thought Shinji. But, I suppose, if this is what I was brought here to do, then so be it. I mustn’t run away.
As Shinji gradually accustomed himself to maneuvering the giant cyborg Pokemon he suddenly felt himself shot upward through the tunnel at blinding speed, landing in the middle of the streets of Pallet Town 3.
It was here that he had his next shock. When he had first laid eyes on Genesect, he had no idea how much of it lay below the surface of the orange liquid. As he could now tell, it was quite tall indeed. It stood about three times as tall as the largest building in Pallet Town 3, though this was not as impressive as it sounded given that most buildings there were only a few stories in height. Nevertheless, it was larger than any Pokemon he had ever heard of, and he wondered whether its size was due to NERV’s experimentation rather than a natural feature of it.
Regigigas, meanwhile, was doing the same thing it had been doing the entire time; that is, making its way in a straight line toward the center of the city and generally causing a great deal of destruction and chaos. The KSSDF was still attempting to fight it, this time with Pokemon of their own, but still having little effect.
OK, let’s at least see what attacks this thing has, thought Shinji, maneuvering Genesect so it stood straight across from Regigigas. He wasn’t sure exactly how Pokemon knew what was an attack they could use and what wasn’t, and why they were only able to know four at a time. It was just one of those arbitrary things you had to take for granted as a Pokemon trainer.
Normally, when he caught a Pokemon, he could use his Pokedex to check what attacks it knew. Here, however, he had no such option—he had to control Genesect himself and find out how to use whatever techniques it had. As he thought about this, a display of options flashed in front of him in his field of view.
Hyper Beam. X-Scissor. Bug Buzz. Techno Blast. “I think I might as well go with Hyper Beam,” Shinji said to himself. As he said this, he felt himself—and Genesect—involuntarily crouch down. This was followed by an aching pain in he back of his neck, as if he had pulled a muscle there. He reached his hand backwards to feel it, forgetting that doing so also caused Genesect’s hand to move, but felt nothing wrong.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of white light—nearly as bright as the N2 mine Shinji has seen the KSSDF using—followed by a tremendous explosion in the distance. Shinji felt himself stand back up, and the pain in the back of his neck ceased. That was when it hit him. He had been feeling Genesect’s stress.
As the smoke from the Hyper Beam attack cleared, it revealed Regigigas collapsed on its back amid the remains of several buildings. Cautiously, Shinji and Genesect stepped towards it. Regigigas did not move, and the eyes on its “face” no longer glowed. Feeling that the Legendary Pokemon was probably now knocked out, Shinji reached one of Genesect’s arms to touch it.
When he did, Regigigas’s eyes suddenly lit up. The Colossal Pokemon slowly raised itself to its feet, then, suddenly, lunged forward in a manner that seemed to defy all the laws of physics. Why Shinji was questioning this only now, despite having grown up in a world where even the average insect was over a foot long and fire-breathing reptiles were considered common household pets, was not something he preferred to dwell on.
Regigigas clamped its arms around Genesect’s body, and Shinji felt a harsh, squeezing pain in his own body. The first thing he saw as he glanced up was Regigigas’s eyes glowing. The last thing he saw, before he blacked out, was three beams of light—red, blue, and green—shooting towards Genesect’s head.
When Shinji awoke, he was no longer inside the Entry plug. He was lying on a hospital bed, his arms and legs held in restraints and an ice pack on his head.
Taking in the room around himself, Shinji finally called out, “Hello?”
“You sustained serious injuries in your battle. You need to rest.”
Shinji turned to see who was talking. It was Dr. Akagi. This time she had a different Pokemon alongside her—a Chansey, which wore a nurse’s hat on its head. The pink Pokemon held a glass cup of strange green liquid in one had, which Shinji sincerely hoped was not medicine he was going to have to take. His hoping did not last long, unfortunately, because Chansey pushed the cup up to his lips, forcing him to swallow the liquid in one gulp. Shinji nearly gagged, but then lay back down.
As he did, he noticed that the hospital bed next to him was also occupied. Rei, whom Shinji had not seen since before his encounter with Genesect, was lying in it, still heavily bandaged up. Shinji turned to speak to her, but her deadpan expression told him that it would be useless. At least they’re actually bothering to give her medical attention, he thought.
“Bone?”(I’m sorry about that), whimpered Cubone, who had been sitting on the foot of Shinji’s bed. “Cu-cu-bone,” (I wish I could have helped you out there). It crawled up next to Shinji and let him scratch it on its skull mask, which he knew it enjoyed.
“Look, Cubone,” said Shinji, not entirely sure the Ground-type Pokemon could understand him. “You’re lucky. You don’t have the fate of the world resting in your hands. That doesn’t matter to you. I’d give anything for that.”
Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari was having anxieties of his own. He had been contacted by another organization, one even more secretive than NERV. SEELE, as they called themselves, did not like to show their faces in public, but it was they who really pulled the strings behind NERV- and, indeed, behind the governments of every nation in the world.
Gendo had been invited to a video conference with the SEELE representatives in charge of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova. When he arrived, the first thing he noticed was that the representatives were not shown in person. Instead, each was represented by a tall, monolithic tablet. Above each tablet floated a number of flat black objects that were shaped almost like letters.
Unown, Gendo thought. The language of the Pokemon Instrumentality Project.
One of the monoliths—the one that stood for Hoenn—began to glow, and the Unown floating above it jostled about to form the words “SEELE 01”. Then, a voice began to emanate from the monolith.
“We have been expecting you here, Gendo Ikari,” it said. Gendo nodded in apprehension. While he did have his own personal goals for the Evangelemon program, for now it would pay to follow through with those of SEELE—and he sincerely hoped they were not disappointed.
The Hoenn representative went on, “As you no doubt know, this is the first time in the fifteen years following Second Impact that a so-called Legendary Pokemon has shown itself. That much is foretold by the writings found in the Ruins of Alph. However, we urgently advise you not to let this cause your work for NERV to fall behind schedule. Do you understand?”
Gendo nodded again.
“I see,” said the SEELE representative. “Then in that case we shall see what NERV can continue to do for us.
“But,” inquired the SEELE member from Johto, “Do you not think it is rather unnecessary to force these. . .these children to control such powerful creatures? Surely there are more favorable ways of bringing about Instrumentality?”
Somewhat annoyed, Gendo scowled at the monoliths. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he said at last.
Shinji, meanwhile, had recovered fully and been brought to what was to become his new residence during his tenure at NERV—Misato’s apartment. Misato lived by herself in an old apartment building on the outskirts of Pallet Town 3. When Shinji opened the door to it, the first thing he noticed was the overpowering stench of stale alcohol. Something told him that there had been a mistake.
The second thing he noticed was that Misato was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was greeted at the door by a Pokemon he had never seen before. Someone with an entirely different upbringing than himself might have said that it resembled a penguin, but of course Shinji had no way of knowing what that was. Instead, he found himself struggling to mentally describe a beaked, feathered creature as tall as himself that looked as if it were wearing a light green tuxedo and a gold crown.
“Oh, hello!” Shinji spun around to see who was talking
“Whaa—oh, hey, Misato.”
“I see you have already met Pen-pen. He’s my Empoleon. Got him in Sinnoh back when he was a Piplup.” She petted the birdlike Pokemon on the head, to which it gave a “Wark” of approval, before following Shinji into the apartment.
Shinji scanned Empoleon on his Pokedex (“Empoleon-the Emperor Pokemon”) and noticed that the one in his picture was dark blue, not light green. He inquired about this. “Glad you noticed,” said Misato. “Pen-pen’s a Shiny Empoleon—he’s a different color from a normal one. But anyway, come on in!”
The apartment was a mess. The bed was disheveled, and the floor was littered with napkins, drink cans, and other unnamable things. “Do you ever. . .clean this place?” Misato stared at him.
At the same time, Gendo and Dr. Akagi had much more serious matters to discuss. Gendo had brought Dr. Akagi to a secret bunker far beneath NERV headquarters, where he intended to show her something just as revolutionary as Genesect.
The room was dimly lit, and, like the room where Genesect had been kept, it was taken up by a large tank. This one, however, was filled with a solid red transparent substance, almost like ice. Inside the frozen prison, Dr Akagi could see another Pokemon in suspended animation inside.
Unlike Genesect, this Pokemon was unarmored and vaguely humanoid except for its thick whip-like tail and its two pointed ears. Also, like Genesect, it was enormous, filling up most of the tank. Somehow, Dr. Akagi was sure she had seen a Pokemon like this somewhere, and her belief was vindicated when Gendo spoke.
“What you see here, is the original prototype of the Evangelemon program. It was cloned directly from the remains found at Second Impact. Right now, we are calling it Unit 0, but it has come to be known as simply. . .Mewtwo.”
Dr. Akagi looked confused. “I knew it looked familiar. But. . .Mewtwo. I have heard that name before, and I must say that this is not identical to the one in the Pokedex by any means. Has it been modified the same way that Genesect has?”
Gendo nodded. “Correct. This is not the Mewtwo that you probably know, Ritsuko. It has undergone a great deal of modification—just as no ordinary human can withstand the psychological rigors of being an Evangelemon trainer, no naturally occurring Pokemon can hope to hold their own against the wrath of a Legendary Pokemon. So we had to create our own.”
“There were countless attempts—the results were never pleasant—but eventually NERV perfected the Evangelemon program that has become the spearhead of its battle against the Legendary Pokemon. Mewtwo was the first. It was constructed from the DNA of Mew, the ancestor of all Pokemon.”
Dr. Akagi scowled slightly. “I suspect there’s something you’re not telling me,” she said.
“No,” replied Gendo, “everything is going according to plan. Rei has been assigned as Mewtwo’s trainer. No matter what happens, the children must continue to perform their functions at NERV.”
Shinji was in his bed, listening to music on his cassette player. Why he had a cassette player, in a world where instant matter-to-energy transfusion was possible and living creatures could be traded over computers, he also had no idea. As he listened, he fell asleep and reflected on the events of the previous day.
He was unconscious. Unable to control Genesect, he fell backwards in the Entry Plug as Regigigas’s attack struck Genesect in the head. Genesect stumbled back a few steps (very large steps, of course) but then it steadied itself and focused the cannon on Regigigas and prepared to fire again. This time, Genesect used a Techno Blast attack, which struck Regigigas in one of its legs. For a moment, Regigigas stood still, its body crackling with electricity, but then it shook off the effects of the attack as though they were nothing!
Regigigas stood its ground, then, without warning, stamped both its feet on the ground. The result was a shockwave that shook all of Pallet Town 3, and Genesect dropped to its knees to avoid being knocked off its feet.
As Genesect raised itself to its feet, it fired off a second Techno Blast, hoping—if the gigantic cyborg Pokemon felt such emotions—to achieve a better result this time. At first the hope seemed justified—the Techno Blast struck Regigigas directly on its “face”—but there was no reaction.
Inside NERV HQ, Misato and the computer technicans had been watching Shinji’s battle with interest. “Genesect and Shinji are no longer in sync! I repeat, Genesect and Shinji are no longer in sync!” Misato shouted.
“Is there any way for the entry plug to eject?” the nearest computer technician, whose name was Maya Ibuki, had asked.
“Does it LOOK like there is?” said Misato.
“No,” said Maya, “but—Did you see that? REGIGIGAS JUST USED AN AP BARRIER!”
She pointed at the viewing screen, which currently was displaying Genesect’s latest (failed) attempt to attack Regigigas. The Techno Blast had simply bounced off a force field with which the Legendary Pokemon had surrounded itself.
If Genesect was being slowed down, it was certainly not showing any signs of it. It brandished the blades on its arms, which began to glow purple, and charged straight at Regigigas. Regigigas stood still, riveted to the spot, as Genesect rushed toward it (and in doing so demolished several convenience stores, a fire station, and a PokeMart).
Genesect ran in a straight line toward Regigigas, its arms held up in front of it in preparation for an X-scissor attack. It didn’t seem to matter what was in its way, buildings or cars or telephone poles, and it certainly didn’t seem to take into account the AP field. Regigigas still did nothing. It did not need to—the moment Genesect’s attack came into contact with AP field, its arm shattered upon colliding with it. Now short one arm and dripping orange liquid, Genesect staggered backwards and dropped to one knee.
Underneath its purple metal armor, the Pokemon’s actual fleshy body—and its internal organs—could be seen. A casual observer earlier might have believed Genesect to be a robot or some other sort of machine, but there was no mistaking now that it was actually a living creature.
Genesect did not even seem to notice the loss of its arm. Indeed, as it got to its feet to face Regigigas again, its arm had already partiallly regenerated, and while it no longer had its armor, it was once again functional. Once its arm had fully regenerated, Genesect took two enormous steps backward, and lowered its head. The cannon on the back of its neck began to glow, but instead of projecting a Hyper Beam or a Techno Blast, an AP field—just like the one Regigigas had—formed in front of Genesect.
The two AP fields collided, cancelling each other out in a flash of light almost as bright as Genesect’s Techno Blast. When the light faded, Regigigas was still standing, but it no longer had its AP field to protect it. Now it was time for Genesect to perform its finishing move. Just as it had before, it brandished its arms in front of itself and charged headlong at Regigigas for an X-scissor attack.
Watching from NERV headquarters, Misato and the technicians were speechless at what followed. The monitor turned a brilliant white for a split second, which faded to reveal a glowing symbol etched in the sky over where Regigigas had fallen. It consisted of two circles, one within the other, connected by four spokes—the sign of Arceus.
None of that could compare, however, to the sight of Genesect walking triumphantly away from the site of the battle, badly damaged but nevertheless clearly the winner. “Regigigas is unable to battle!” declared Misato, holding up a can of beer in celebration. “Genescet wins!”
As Shinji finally regained consciousness, he found himself still in the entry plug, but now in the storage bunker where he had first met Genesect. As he was escorted out of the room, he turned around, and he could swear he noticed the Pokemon’s demonic-looking red eye staring at him. He screamed.

Shinji woke up in a cold sweat. He had just beaten Regigigas, sure, but . . .was this what he was really doing when he did that? He had apparently screamed for real, since he had woken up Cubone and Pen-pen, both of whom were comlaining loudly. This, in turn, attracted Misato, who was wearing her Psyduck-print pajamas.
“Bad dream?” she asked, half-teasingly. “By the way, thanks for saving Pallet Town 3. I knew you could do it. Don’t forget to try to be the very best!”
“Yeah right,” grumbled Shinji to himself. “The very best like no one ever was.”



WHO’S THAT POKEMON?
This Pokemon lived 300 million years ago. Its signature attack varies in type based on the Drive inserted into the cannon on it’s back.

Last episode: It’s . . .Cubone!
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Postby silvermoonlight » Thu Apr 04, 2019 5:12 am

I'm enjoying this its a cool idea of crossing the two fandoms :)
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Postby El Squibbonator » Thu Apr 04, 2019 10:50 am

And here's episode 3:


Episode 3: Good Ol’-Fashioned Fisticuffs

It had been three weeks since Shinji’s harrowing battle with Regigigas, and he would have liked to have some time to enjoy himself. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, he had nothing of the sort. Instead, he was to be going to school, along with the other children of Pallet Town 3. This, of course, was something he was unfamiliar with, having been accustomed to the tradition of becoming a Pokémon trainer at the age of 10.
He had been living in Misato’s apartment during this time, and while he had gotten used to it, there were still aspects he felt that others would find bizarre. Like today’s conversation at breakfast, for example.
“Oh yeah! My morning BEGINS with this!” Misato shouted, slamming down a can of something on the table. As Shinji sat down to eat his own breakfast, he made the unfortunate mistake of asking Misato what it was. She was only too happy to answer. “Shuckle juice,” she explained. “Powerful stuff! I get it right from the source, you know. Do you want some?”
Shinji looked disgusted. “That’s . . .OK.” he said. “I’d rather not drink something that came out of a Pokémon’s—“
“As you wish,” said Misato. “By the way, how’s school been treating you?”
“Terrible. You wouldn’t believe the riffraff. There’s this one guy—his name’s Kensuke—who does nothing but spy on people with his Magnemite. He’s creepy. The class rep is nice enough, but I don’t think she’s gotten to know me. And Rei is, well . . .Rei.”
“Well,” said Misato, “I hope today goes better.”
Shinji didn’t answer. He and Cubone were had already walked out the door.
It was technically autumn, but ever since Second Impact the world’s weather had stagnated in a summer-like state. The Pidgey singing and the Butterfree flitting about overhead certainly added to that impression.
It had been Gendo’s decision that Shinji start attending school now. Since he had to be constantly close to NERV headquarters in case of another attack, he could no longer be a traveling Pokémon trainer and needed something else with which to fill his spare time.
Unfortunately, seemingly the only subjects they taught in Shinji’s school involved Second Impact and matters relating to it. The story was the same as he had heard from Misato: 14 years ago, a giant meteorite had crashed into the South Pole, killing half of the people in the world, to say nothing of the Pokémon casualties. The original Pallet Town, the traditional starting point for Kanto Pokémon trainers, had been destroyed in the blast. The sudden appearance of Regigigas in Pallet Town 3 was, they assured him, coincidental. Shinji had never really questioned these explanations, mainly because he felt that if the people at NERV were hiding something from the general public, they would have told him already.
As Shinji and Cubone walked up to the gate to the school grounds, Shinji became aware of someone standing behind him. He turned around. It was a boy his own age, riding a Dodrio. Shinji recognized the boy; it was Toji Suzuhara, one of his classmates. Shinji hadn’t spoken to Toji much, but knew he was on the track team.
“Umm, hi?” said Shinji, rather uncertainly.
“Bone? (Hello?)” squeaked Cubone.
“Fancy seeing you here, Shinji. Still trying to train that Cubone, I see. Take it from me—it’s a lost cause. A real Pokémon trainer would find something stronger already, and not spent so much effort on such a waste of space.”
Cubone stared up at Shinji (as much as it could be said to stare, since its skull helmet blocked its eyes) and uttered a sad “Cu. . .cubone? Cubone? (You don’t think I’m a waste of space, do you?)”
Toji dismounted from Dodrio’s back, hitching the three-headed bird Pokémon to a fence post. “So,” he said, “why weren’t you in the bunkers when Regigigas was trashing Pallet Town 3? You could have been killed!”
Shinji answered as honestly as thought he could. “I. . .I was trying to protect you from it, OK?”
Toji’s jaw dropped. “Wait. YOU were the trainer of that big purple watchamacallit that battled Regigigas? But that means. . .”
“It’s name is Genesect,” corrected Shinji, “but do go on.”
“THAT MEANS YOU’RE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY SISTER GETTING CRIPPLED, DAMN YOU!” Toji suddenly erupted in a fury the likes of which Shinji had never seen from him before. It caused him to stagger back a few steps until Toji had calmed down.
“It wasn’t my fault! At least. . .at least I didn’t meant to do it.” stammered Shinji. “So, how is she now?”
“She’s in the hospital. The doctor says she’ll recover. But as for you, I’m not going to feel better until we’ve settled this the old-fashioned way!” Toji reached down to his belt and unclipped a Pokéball. “Go, Hitmonlee!” he shouted, pressing the button.
The Fighting-type Pokémon stood next to Toji, and kicked at the ground anxiously, awaiting an order to attack.
“All right, Hitmonlee! You know the drill; Hi Jump Kick!”
Shinji snapped back to his senses at the last moment, realizing he had not yet picked out a Pokémon of his own. Toji had already ordered Hitmonlee to attack; sending out one of his Pokémon that he had in Pokéballs would take too long. He had only one option. “Go, Cubone! But get out of its way!”
Cubone leaped aside as Hitmonlee crashed into the spot where it had been standing, seemingly knocking itself out. Shinji was about to congratulate Cubone, when he realized Hitmonlee had already pushed itself to its feet and was preparing another attack. This time, Shinji was ready.
“Quick, Cubone! Dig!” Cubone tunneled its way under the ground, leaving Hitmonlee momentarily confused. As Hitmonlee looked around to get its bearing back, Cubone burst out of the ground, striking Hitmonlee between the legs with its bone club. Hitmonlee stumbled backwards, but then righted itself, as Cubone retreated back to the opposite site of the parking lot.
“Cu-Bone! (Wow, I’m actually doing this!)” Cubone squealed with satisfaction at what it had done. Toji and Hitmonlee, though, had different ideas.
“Mega Kick!” ordered Toji.
“Bone Rush!” shouted Shinji.
The two Pokémon rushed headlong at one another. As Hitmonlee sprinted toward its opponent, its telescoping legs enabling it to take enormous strides, Cubone brandished its bone like a mace, ready to attack when the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, it never did. One of Hitmonlee’s feet, propelled by its coiled, spring-like legs, slammed into Cubone, sending it flying across the school parking lot and knocking it out instantly.
“Smell ya later!” taunted Toji, recalling Hitmonlee walking into the building.
Shinji rushed to Cubone’s side. It looked as if Hitmonlee’s attack had done some major damage. Scooping up the unconscious Pokémon in his arms, he headed to class, sincerely hoping that he would not be in trouble for this.
His hope, unfortunately, was short-lived. When he sat down at his desk, he was swiftly reprimanded by Hikari Horaki, the class representative. Next to her stood her Ninetales, a fox-like Fire Pokémon that helped her keep order around the school.
“Haven’t you read the rules? “ she asked “No Pokémon outside of Pokéballs in the classroom.”
Shinji wasn’t exactly sure how to reply. Did he want to tell her that technically, Cubone didn’t have a Pokéball, and he was tired of leaving it back at NERV? What he finally did say, he soon wished he had not.
“Well . . . then how come you’re allowed to have Ninetales out? How is that any different?”
“Shinji,” said Hikari, “as a class representative I have certain privileges that I can use to keep school protocol functioning. Don’t worry, you’ll see Cubone again after class.”
Dejectedly, Shinji sat back down at his desk as class began. The day’s lesson was much like any other—the history of the world after Second Impact, the war between Johto and Unova that had followed, and the strange ways Pokémon had been behaving in the past fourteen years.
Shinji diligently scribbled down what the teacher was saying, desperately fighting the desire to cave in and fall asleep on his desk. His teacher’s voice, he imagined, must have the same effects as the song of a Jigglypuff; there was no other way it could be so boring.
He was jolted out of his torpor by a vibrating sensation in his pocket—his PokeGear. Pulling it out, he was startled to see Dr. Akagi’s face filling the screen, and she looked quite anxious.
“Shinji, there has been another incursion. If you are in school now, you must leave. We need you and Genesect again. Do you copy?”
“Yes, I do. I’ll be there as . . . fast as I can, “ he answered. “I just have to get Cubone back.”
“Cubone is not important to this. We need you here. NOW.”
Shinji looked around. He expected Hikari to scold him for having an electronic device out in class. At the very least, he expected Rei to have received the same call from NERV as he did. Yet none of the other people in the classroom were even paying attention to him. They were too busy staring up at the colossal, clawed monstrosity that towered above the city.
The creature stood as tall as Regigigas, but looked very different. It actually resembled Genesect somewhat, at least in the sense that it looked like an enormous, humanoid arthropod. Shinji forced himself to think of what Pokémon it reminded him of.
It looks like a Kabutops, he thought as he ran out the door and back to NERV headquarters. But that’s impossible. There’s no way one could get that big, and they’re supposed to be extinct anyway. Hoping it would clear up the subject to some extent, he pointed his Pokédex at the creature, only to receive a discouraging reply.
“No information on this Pokémon available.” The more Shinji looked at the creature, though, the less it looked like his Pokédex’s picture of a Kabutops. Besides being far bigger, it reminded him in many ways of a corpse; its eyes were pupil-less and yellow, and its shell was perforated by holes through which oozing black liquid dripped.
That’s no Kabutops, at least not anymore, Shinji said to himself. For all I know it was one, once. Shoving his Pokédex back in his pocket, Shinji skidded to a stop when he realized he had forgotten Cubone. Dashing back to the school, he threw open the door, only to be stopped by Hikari and Ninetales once again.
“You again? You’re not allowed in here—the school’s been evacuated. “
“No!” Shinji shouted. “You’ve got to let me in. Cubone’s in there, and I need to get him before I go back home!”
“Fine,” said Hikari. “But make it fast.”
Unfortunately there was no time even for that. The giant Kabutops—if that was even what it was—took a series of slow, lumbering steps toward the school building, each one crashing down with a massive CRUNCHing noise that caused the walls to tremble.
“Cubone!” Shinji screamed, running down the hallway and into the staff offices. He wasn’t sure where Cubone was being kept, but he kenw that whenever a student got something confiscated from them—which was quite frequently—it ended up there. “Cubone!”
“Bone! (I’m over here!)” Cubone cried from behind a stack of cardboard boxes in the corner of the main office. How it had gotten there, whether Hikari had put it there or whether it had wandered off and become trapped, Shinji decided not to dwell on. He tossed the boxes aside, grabbed Cubone, and ran out the door.
As Shinji hurried back to NERV headquarters, he looked back over his shoulder. The giant Kabutops seemed to be heading in the same direction. His mind immediately flashed back to Regigigas, which had also seemed to be traveling deliberately toward the Geofront. That’s just a coincidence . . .right? he thought to himself. What is there in NERV that the Legendary Pokémon would be so obsessed over, anyway?
Just as they had done with Regigigas, the Kanto Strategic Self Defense Force were making their own feeble attempts at attacking the huge Pokémon. It was even less effective than before—the rockets, gunfire, and even the attacks of the KSSDF’s own Pokémon simply bounced off the giant Pokémon’s armored body.
After arriving at NERV headquarters and riding the elevator down to where Genesect was kept, Shinji found himself greeted once again by his father. He did not look pleased.
“You broke the rules at school today,” he said firmly “You got in trouble. Under any normal circumstance, I would have to ban you from your job for this, but unfortunately I cannot. “
“H-how did you know all that?” asked Shinji.
“ I may not be able to observe you constantly, but Alakazam is.” Gendo gestured to the Psychic Pokémon levitating next to him. “Now, get inside Genesect’s Entry Plug.”
Inside the entry plug, Shinji felt the familiar sensation of the orange liquid—which he now knew was called LCL, though he hadn’t the foggiest what that stood for—surrounding him. The smell, however, was just as bad as it had always been, and Shinji found himself sincerely wishing he could have a word with whoever designed the entry plug about installing an air-freshener.
During the time it took Shinji to process this simple thought, Genesect—with him inside it—had been shot up a long tunnel that opened up onto the streets of Pallet Town 3.
Genesect raised itself to an upright position, and focused its cannon on the giant Kabutops. All right, thought Shinji, you can do this. Hyper Beam!
A blinding blast of white light shot out of Genesect’s turret. Kabutops stood riveted to the spot, not moving an inch, even as the blazing beam surged towards it. The Hyper Beam reached its target, detonating in an explosion that generated a considerable amount of smoke.
Well, that was short, thought Shinji. I wonder if I’m going to get some sort of reward for this.
Shinji began to have second thoughts when he noticed a dark shape moving toward him out of the smoke. Shinji geared up Genesect for another Hyper Beam, but before he could, the giant Kabutops burst into full view. His first attack had done no damage to it at all.
Now Shinji could finally tell that this was not an ordinary Kabutops. Its eyes were blank and pale yellow, and its shell was cracked in several places. Strange orange liquid—which looked like LCL—oozed out of these wounds like blood. Most peculiarly, its chest was occupied by a red, crystal-like object, which appeared to be wedged painfully into the creature’s shell.
Just like the one Regigigas had. . .
Kabutops lashed out with its scythe-like arms, demolishing one of the buildings that had been rebuilt from Regigigas’s attack. Genesect leaped out of its way.
Peering around anxiously, Shinji noticed that most of Pallet Town 3 had been evacuated—except for two people on a hillside on the far side of town. Scanning closer with Genesect’s magnifying vision, Shinji recognized them—Toji and Kensuke. Kensuke had out his video camera, and seemed to be filming the entire event. Next to him stood a small yellow Pokémon, which Shinji recognized as an Elekid. Toji was accompanied by a large, orange doglike Pokémon--an Arcanine.
Shinji’s mind shifted to his two classmates, then back to Kabutops again. He had been given a very clear task—defeat Kabutops and prevent it from reaching NERV headquarters. His father had not specified whether he cared about collateral damage or not, but given how much of Pallet town 3 had been trashed during the battle with Regigigas that seemed quite unlikely. Did Shinji really want to abort his mission to rescue two people?
Of course I ****ing am, he thought. Though, then again, I’m probably going to get into a lot of trouble for this. But then again AGAIN, what was that I always said—“I mustn’t run away?”
Before Shinji could redirect Genesect in the direction of his classmates, the giant Kabutops struck back. Lashing out again with its bladelike arms, it knocked Genesect off of its feet and shattered the power mechanism attached to its abdomen.
Inside the entry plug, alarms sounded and brightly colored lights flashed on and off. Shinji panicked, and in doing so, lost his concentration on controlling Genesect. The gigantic Pokémon flailed about, causing nearly as much damage to Pallet Town 3 as Kabutops was, before stumbling toward a hillside on the outskirts of town. The very same hillside, in fact, where Toji, Kensuke, and their Pokémon were watching the battle.
Meanwhile, in NERV headquarters, Gendo, Misato, and Dr. Akagi were watching with apprehension.
“Well, what should we do? asked Misato, “Let them fight until they kill each other, or just plant an N2 bomb on top of them and call it a day?”
“I think,” said Gendo, “ that we ought to discuss what to do with Genesect once its power supply runs out in five minutes. When that happens, it will be utterly helpless against its opponent and Shinji will be unable to escape.”
“And since when do you care about Shinji?” replied Misato.
“I say this,” said Gendo, “only because I know what will happen if even one Legendary Pokémon breaches the Geofront.”
Genesect collapsed onto all fours, anchoring itself into the hillside with its metallic claws. Kensuke, Toji, Elekid, and Arcanine jumped back as it came crashing down next to them, then crept closer to investigate.
“How. . .how do I let other people into the entry plug?” Shinji asked into the radio.
“See the hatch over you head? The one you crawled in though?” Misato’s voice crackled back through the speaker. “There’s a button you can push to make it open, and then let them climb inside. I can’t talk for much longer—“
“Wark!”
Before Shinji could ask why Misato had brought her Empoleon to NERV headquarters, she hung up, and he set about trying to force the entry plug open. As he did, he kept a close eye on his watch.
Only four and a half minutes left. I hope I can pull this off . . .
Shinji shoved the entry plug hatch open, gasping for breath, and waved his arms to get the attention of his two classmates. Seeing him, they called both of their Pokémon back into their Pokéballs, and rushed toward Genesect. Shinji moved out of the way as they squeezed inside. He was only just getting used to the idea of controlling Genesect, and the idea of carrying passengers inside it was one that had never crossed his mind.
Only three minutes left. Face it, Shinji. If you want something more in life than this, you’ve got to stop letting people walk all over you . . .which might not be the best choice of words given your current circumstances.
Shinji reached for the button that would close the entry plug, motioning for Kensuke and Toji to move over. The entry plug had previously been barely large enough for Shinji himself to fit inside, so the idea that it now had room for three people puzzled him. He decided to let it go, though; it was best not to think about that sort of thing when you were inside a colossal armored cyborg about to fight an equally gigantic undead prehistoric arthropod in the middle of a city.
As Genesect got back up to its feet (Only two minutes left. . .) Misato’s voice crackled out of the intercom again. “Shinji, congratulations on saving those two classmates of yours, but time is short. You are going to have to retreat now.”
Shinji’’s jaw dropped. He could not believe what he had just heard Misato say. Kensuke, meanwhile, remained as intrigued as ever, and Toji remained as stoic as ever. Neither one of them waited to see what Shinji’s reaction would be, and Shinji, for his part, was already ignoring them.
He knew that moving Genesect in any direction would just use up what little energy it had faster, so he focused on engaging Kabutops from a distance. He would only have one shot, one attack. As if it was reading his mind (and, if what his father had told him was true, it was reading his mind) the entry plug produced the holographic display of attacks to select. Shinji chose the strongest one—Techno Blast.
(Only one minute left)
The moment Shinji thought the words, Genesect lowered its head, exposing the turret attached to its neck. The turret began to glow (Only thirty seconds), a brilliant beam of white light shot through the air toward Kabutops (Only five seconds), exploding in a flash easily as spectacular as the N2 bomb that had been used against Regigigas.
When the light and smoke faded, Kabutops still stood for a short time (four), the dropped to one knee (three), then both (two) and finally collapsed, in a heap of crumpled armor, on the ground.
(Only one second left)
The moment after it did, Genesect likewise stopped moving. It stood, still as a statue, in the middle of Pallet Town 3, with Shinji, Toji, and Kensuke inside. When the three of them finally got out of the entry plug, and Genesect was returned to NERV, all of them looked very relieved indeed.

Who's that Pokemon?
Last question: It's Genesect!

This Pokemon's arms and legs are coiled like springs, so it can kick from almost any position!
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Postby El Squibbonator » Thu Jun 13, 2019 8:15 pm

Neon Genesis Evangelémon: You Can (Not) Catch ‘em All

Episode 4: The Sandslash’s Dilemma.


Shinji was in trouble. Not the kind of trouble that was typical for a child of his age, which tended to involve such things as leaving the hallway lights on, over-watering the houseplants, or not cleaning up after the family Growlithe. No, the trouble he was in was much worse, and it had all started right after he had saved Pallet Town 3 for the second time.
Misato had been furious. His bravery in saving Toji and Kensuke notwithstanding, Shinji had disobeyed one of her direct orders during a time of crisis. Shinji, for his part, was simply confused. He had disobeyed her, yes, but he had also saved two people who would have died otherwise. Surely that was something to be praised for?
With all of this bearing down on him, Shinji had not gone to school for the past five days. He had left NERV earlier that morning, having taken all of his Pokémon (except Genesect, naturally) with him. He did not know or care where he was going, only that he wanted to go somewhere where he would feel needed and recognized. Unfortunately for him, no such place existed, so he had to satisfy himself with wandering around Pallet Town 3 hoping not to be noticed at all.
Right now, he was in Pallet Town 3’s old movie theater, watching a movie that had clearly been made before second impact. Quite why a movie theater, of all things, was still in operation five days after the town had been nearly destroyed by a giant Kabutops was yet another mystery Shinji preferred not to dwell on.
The movie playing was called Attack of the MissingNo, and the plot was as ridiculous as the title sounded—a mysterious “glitch” Pokémon rampaged through Kanto absorbing people into itself. Obviously, this had been someone’s idea of a horror movie before Second Impact occurred and the idea of Pokémon destroying cities became all too real. At least the acting was decent.
Meanwhile, Misato received two unexpected visitors at her apartment—Toji and Kensuke. The two of them had arrived to thanks Shinji for rescuing them, and were instead greeted by Misato and Pen-pen.
They were both taken aback, just as Shinji had been, by the state of disrepair and clutter that Misato’s apartment was presently in. But rather than call Misato out on her atrocious housekeeping habits, or even make any comment on it whatsoever, Toji merely pointed out something that anyone standing there could have seen without any help. “Shinji’s not in here.”
“Yeah, I know,” replied Misato, once again confirming a keen sense of the obvious. But rather than explain where he had actually gone—which should not have been too difficult given the situation-- she decided to tell them something else.
“He’s still in training right now.”
“Qwark qwark qwark. (Yeah, and if you believe that, I defeated a Dragonite when I was just a Piplup.),” added Pen-pen.
Toji and Kensuke turned to leave, though not before politely refusing an offer of Misato’s home-squeezed Shuckle juice.
Shinji’s wanderings, on the other hand, had taken him far beyond the outskirts of Pallet Town 3. Now that he was no longer in the confines of the urban environment, he had taken to letting all of his Pokémon, not just Cubone, travel with him outside their Pokéballs. Right now, Shinji was sitting by a small creek in the woods, watching all of his Pokémon play in the water. All of them, that is, except one—his Sandslash.
Sandslash sat propped up against a tree root with its back to the other Pokémon. As usual, it had its trademark twig gripped between its teeth, and it seemed to be irritated, if not flat-out annoyed, at what was going on around it.
“Bone? (What’s wrong? Why do you look so grumpy?)” asked Cubone, tapping Sandslash on the shoulder with its bone.
“Slaaash. . .sand. Sandslash sand (I tell ya what’s wrong. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, in all my time with you, it’s that I just don’t play well with others. Don’t make me—you’ll only be hurting yourself.),” replied Sandslash. Cubone sulked and shambled back toward the creek, where Raticate, Furret, and Pidgeotto were splashing about happily.
Shinji, meanwhile, decided to get up and gather firewood for a campfire. Of course, he thought, if he had bothered to catch a fire-type Pokémon, this would have been quite a bit simpler, but such was life. He called for Cubone to follow him, but it refused. Instead, it sat against a tree trunk on the opposite side from Sandlash, pondering its fellow Pokémon’s strange antisocial behavior.
“Cu? Cubone? (What on Earth’s wrong with Sandslash?)” Cubone asked, staring up at the sky.
Pidgeotto was the first Pokémon to notice Cubone, and landed nearby. “Pidge-pidge-pidgeooot. Pidgeotto! (Hon, Sandslash is just havin’ a bit of an ego crisis. He thinks he’s too good for us common Pokémon, then he doesn’t, he’s just confused. Just let him sort it out is all I’m sayin’),” it said, in an attempt to comfort Cubone. But Cubone would have none of it. Bursting into tears, he ran headlong into the bushes, leaving Sandslash, Pidgeotto, and the others behind.
Shinji, meanwhile, was still searching for firewood. The sky had grown cloudy, and it looked as if it was going to rain. Most of the forest Pokémon seemed to have taken shelter under the trees and bushes, leaving it almost totally silent. Almost totally silent except for--*SNAP!*
Shinji paused. He was sure he had just heard a twig crack, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Of course, having recently had many bizarre experiences even by the already-bizarre standards of the world he lived in, Shinji ought not to have been surprised. He called out, hoping that if it was a person, they would answer.
“Shinji?! What are you doing here?” came the reply. Shinji searched his memory for the person the voice belonged to—the name was on the tip of his tongue—but was still at a loss for words when the speaker stepped into the clearing. It was Kensuke.
He was dressed in military camouflage, and had what Shinji certainly hoped was only an air rifle in his hand. It wasn’t too hard to figure out what he had been doing in the woods. War games. It was a favorite pastime of his, and he genuinely hoped to join the Kanto Strategic Self Defense Force one day, thick glasses and skinny physique notwithstanding. What Kensuke never bothered to find out, of course, was that the KSSDF was purely for defense from hostile invaders and (more recently) the occasional irate Legendary Pokémon.
“I’m, um, looking for my Cubone.” Shinji answered, not fully sure how much he wanted to tell Kensuke.
“Well, funny you should mention that,” said Kensuke. “There’s one that just showed up outside my campsite. Come with me, I’ll show you.”
At the campsite, Cubone was still lost and nervous. It had arrived there by sheer luck, heading for the first source of light it could find. There had been no people in the campsite when Cubone got there, but there were several Pokémon, some of which Cubone had not seen before. Hesitantly, Cubone tried to greet its erstwhile companions.
“Bone?(Hello?)” it asked, waving its arms in hopes that the other Pokémon would notice it. One of them, a Magnemite, turned around to stare at it.
“Magnemite. Magnemite. (Halt. Who goes there? Is it The General?)” the metallic orb-shaped Pokémon buzzed.
One of its fellows, an Electrode, replied “Ele-electrode. Elec-trode. (No, Colonel. The General has not returned. It is a newcomer. A Cubone.)” It then levitated directly into Cubone’s path, blocking its way into the campsite.
“Cu! Cubone! Bone, bone, bone! (No, you don’t get it. I’m Shinji’s Pokémon. I just need to stay here for the night, that’s all)” pleaded Cubone.
“Magne-mag-magnemite. (If he belongs to a friend of the General, then you should let him in),” explained Magnemite. Reluctantly, Electrode moved aside, letting Cubone in, but not without glaring at both Cubone and Magnemite.
Back at Shinji’s campsite, the rest of his Pokémon were becoming nervous about what might have happened to Cubone. Most of them were, at any rate. Sandslash remained as cranky and antisocial as ever. “Sandslash, slash, sandslash (Don’t you realize what this means? He’s never gonna come back!)”
Pidgeotto was quick to object to this. “Pidgeoot! Pidge-pidge-pidge. Pidgeotto. (I think y’all are just a bunch of pessimists. I’m gonna go look for him myself, and show y’all where he is if I find him).” With that, it took off, and flew up over the forest, with the rest of the Pokémon watching.
“Rati . . .cate? (Are you sure you know what you’re doing?) asked Raticate, but Pidgeotto was already too high to hear it. The other Pokémon looked on nervously as Pidgeotto disappeared over the forest in search of Cubone.
Pidgeotto returned barely five minutes later, sounding quite excited. “Pidgeoot! Pidgeott! (I see him! Follow me!)” it said. Once again, while the rest of the Pokémon eagerly trooped of after Pidgeotto, Sandslash stayed behind. Only Raticate turned back to inquire as to why.
“Cate? (What are you still doing there?)” it asked.
“Slaash. (None of your business.)” replied Sandslash
“Raticate cate . Rati-rati-cate. (You should come with us. You don’t want to stay out here and die, do you?)”
“Sand, (All right)”, Sandslash answered at last. It got to its feet, placed its blade of grass back between its teeth, and started to follow the other Pokémon.
Meanwhile, Shinji and Kensuke were approaching the campsite as well. Shinji hoped Cubone was where Kensuke had said it was, and wondered what his other Pokémon were doing at the time. He did not need to wait long to find out.
All of Shinji and Kensuke’s Pokémon were gathered around a campfire, roasting what looked like pellets of Pokémon food on sticks.
“Where did they all come from?” asked Kensuke.
“I have no idea,” said Shinji “But they look like they’re having a good time. Yeah, even Sandslash,”
The bliss of the moment was short-lived, though. Kensuke approached his Pokémon with a stern look on his face and shouted, “All right, party’s over! Now let’s see some of those attacks you’ve been working on! Colonel! How’s that Thundershock going? And Sarge! I’d like to see you work on that Octazooka!” The Magnemite and the Octillery immediately stopped what they were doing upon hearing their names and demonstrated their attacks for their trainer.
Wow, thought Shinji as he watched Kensuke continue his training session, they obey him better than my Pokémon ever did. And do they ever disobey him, even if they think they want to? No. They don’t do what I did in that battle with the giant Kabutops, because they’ve been perfectly conditioned not to.
There was little room for the two of them in Kensuke’s tent, so Shinji ended up crawling beneath Kensuke’s sleeping bag to stay warm. All of his other Pokémon had been called back into their Poké Balls for the night, but Cubone had squeezed into the tent with Shinji and Kensuke.
The next morning, though, they received a rude awakening. Two men in black suits and sunglasses, accompanied by a Golem and a Machoke, had entered the campsite, and bombarding Kensuke with questions about where Shinji was.
“We know he is here,” one of them said. “Tell us where, and if he comes with us peacefully no harm will come to him.” He gestured toward the Machoke as he said this, which understandable made Kensuke extremely anxious. Sweat nervously built up on his forehead (in a single large drop, of course, as was traditional for anime characters).
Kensuke stuttered. “Oh, Shinji? He’s. . .um . . .getting wood for the campfire. Isn’t that right, Captain?”
“Ele! (Yeah. . .sure),” the Elekid at his side answered.
“You’re lying!” said the man with the Golem. “You’ve been hiding him here after he escaped from NERV headquarters. He is under our authority to return to his legal guardian. ”
During all this, Shinji and Cubone were actually in the tent, knowing it was only a matter of time before the two men—NERV representatives, obviously—found out where he was. Once the men found them, they were escorted into an unmarked black van and driven back to Pallet Town 3.
Misato was not pleased to see him. “The last thing we need,” she told him sternly, “is an Evangelémon trainer with an attitude like yours. The fate of Pallet Town 3—and quite possibly the world—is your responsibility. If you shrug it off like this again, you will not have a second chance. You’re lucky you weren’t needed while you were gone.”
Shinji gulped, and so did Cubone. He’d joined NERV to make his father proud, and he’d felt more at home living here in Misato’s apartment than he ever had living in his own house. Much as he despised being constantly berated and criticized, he couldn’t help but feel that he belonged here. He couldn’t picture himself going anywhere else. I mustn’t run away, he thought, though he knew perfectly well that he would probably try to anyway.
Finally, he spoke again. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but. . .I don’t want to be an Evangelémon trainer anymore.”
“As you wish,” Misato said.
Hearing this over the intercom in his office, Gendo Ikari was not happy. Of course, Gendo was never normally accustomed to small talk, but right now there was an aura of displeasure radiating from him that even Dr. Akagi—who had worked with him for years—found unnerving. “We will need Genesect’s entry plug reconfigured to accept Rei as its trainer.
The next morning, Misato dropped Shinji off at the train station. As he waited for the train back home to arrive, he noticed someone else waiting on the platform as well. At first he thought it was Kensuke, but it couldn’t be—not unless Kensuke had lost his glasses and taken up wearing a tracksuit. Which meant. . .
“Toji!”
“Shinji!” said Toji “I . . . just came to say I’m sorry. I realize that challenging you to a Pokémon battle on school property, and without warning, wasn’t really the best idea. If you want, though, we can have a rematch, just before you go. I’ll let you go first this time.”
“All right,” said Shinji. “Go, Sandslash!”
“Fine. Then I choose . . . Arcanine!” The huge orange canine Pokémon materialized alongside Toji, awaiting its trainer’s order.
“Sand--slasssh! (This town ain’t big enough for the two of us.)” Sandslash glared at Arcanine angrily, brandishing its claws.
“OK, Sandslash, use Earthquake!” Sandslash planted its claws into the ground, and the earth shook beneath Arcanine’s feet.
“Arcanine, use Flamethrower!” shouted Toji.
“Hurry, Sandslash! Dig!”
A blast of flame shot from Arcanine’s mouth, but Sandslash was prepared. It burrowed its way under the ground before the flames reached their target, then burst out directly underneath Arcanine, slashing the Fire-type Pokémon with an overhand claw swipe.
“Slasssh. . .(Hey Fido, ready to play dead?)” Sandslash smirked at Arcanine,
“Grrowf! (Not in a million years, pipsqueak),” replied Arcanine. It fired another Flamethrower attack at Sandslash, not even waiting for Toji’s order. This time, Sandslash had no time to dodge or dig underground. The Flamethrower struck it full force, and sent Sandslash tumbling to the other side of the makeshift arena.
“Sandslash, no!” cried Shinji, rushing over to his fallen Pokémon. “Please, Sandslash, get up!”
Before Shinji could protest further, Toji raised his hand, in imitation of a Pokémon league official. “Sandslash is unable to battle. Arcanine is the—huh?“
As both Shinji and Toji watched in amazement, Sandslash raised itself to its feet. It looked dazed, but nowhere near as badly injured as a creature that logically should have just received multiple third-degree burns would normally be. Logic had a way of being weird like that.
“Slaash! (Do you feel lucky? Well, do you, pup?)” Sandslash hissed, still glaring at Arcanine as it waited for Shinji to order its next attack.
“Arcanine, Flamethrower!” shouted Toji
“ Sandslash, Focus Blast!”
The two attacks collided head on, and Shinji and Toji both shielded their eyes from the resulting explosion. When they were finally able to see the result, only one Pokémon was still standing.
Toji raised his hand again, signaling that the battle was over. “Arcanine is unable to battle. Sandslash wins!”
For a brief moment, Shinji felt just as elated as he had when he had first defeated Regigigas. His joy was cut short, though, by the sight of a familiar blue sports car that pulled up alongside the train platform. He knew who it was, but pretended to be suitably surprised when Misato stepped out.
“I just wanted to say goodbye before you left,” she said. “You were good while you lasted, but we’ll have to find someone else. Though I must say, we never have had a Trainer quite like you before. . .”
As Misato said this, Shinji turned to face her. “What do you mean?”
“What I’m trying to say is, Shinji, we need you at NERV. You’re important to us. You’re not jut the only one who can control Genesect; you’re like a family member too. So, what do you say?”
Shinji thought for a moment. Finally, he replied, “I think. . .I want to go back with you.”
Shinji and Cubone climbed into the car with Misato. As they drove back to NERV, he reflected on the way his father—and everybody else at NERV--seemed to view him. To them, he was a resource, a means to an end. Yet at the same time they were the closest thing he had to a family. True, a borderline-alcoholic woman, a father who almost certainly had ulterior motives, and various mismatched Pokémon did not constitute what one would normally consider a family, but it was the closest he was ever going to get.
Maybe that’s what Sandslash’s problem is, he thought to himself. The closer we get to each other, the more we drive each other apart. It’s just too hard for some of us to find that sweet spot between too much interaction, and none at all.


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Postby El Squibbonator » Thu Jun 13, 2019 8:17 pm

Neon Genesis Evangelémon You Can (Not) Catch ‘Em All
Episode 5: A Glasses Case

“Is Mewtwo. . .I mean, Unit Zero. . . ready for its trial run?” The question came from a bespectacled, long-haired man who overlooked a panel full of dials and switches. His name was Shigeru Aoba, and he was one of the base technicians at NERV.
“It will be, soon,” Gendo Ikari replied. “Right now, your job is to help Ritsuko prepare the training arena. We will be introducing Rei shortly.”
Even in its frozen, restrained state, Mewtwo was a sight to behold. The cloned Pokémon, genetically re-created from the cells of Mew itself and mutated to enormous size and power, had been the first great creation of NERV. Its psychic powers could obliterate the even the strongest Pokémon, and it in turn was practically invulnerable to any attack its opponents could throw at it. Like Genesect, it wore a suit of mechanical armor with a slot for an entry plug. Unlike Genesect, however, it did not have any bionic weapon emplacements, relying purely on its own attacks.
As Rei’s entry plug was lowered into the slot on Mewtwo’s back, Dr. Akagi turned to speak to Gendo.
“There is. . . something I have wanted to ask you about all this,” she said.
“What?” asked Gendo, not entirely sure that he wanted to know.
“Are you sure this whole ‘make-wimpy-son-fight-Legendary-Pokémon-and-stop-Third-Impact’ thing isn’t just some sort of midlife crisis? You know, that you’re trying to compensate for something?”
Gendo glared at Mr. Fuyutsuki, as if furious at him for suggesting something so ridiculous. “Look,” he said, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
As the two of them watched, Mewtwo stepped out of its restraints and assumed its full, majestic height. For a second, it stood motionless, staring somewhat stupidly around the giant empty room in which it was being kept. This detracted somewhat from the whole “majestic” thing, but then again beggars couldn’t be choosers. You either had a mutant clone super-Pokémon or you didn’t, no questions asked.
Unfortunately, someone was asking questions. Once again, it was Aoba. “Um, commander? Is Mewtwo supposed to be doing that?” he asked over the intercom.
Before Gendo could answer, Mewtwo had fired a Hyper Beam directly at the ceiling, causing the floor to rattle beneath Gendo and Dr. Akagis feet. Without even taking time to recharge, it fired off another one at the opposite wall, leaving a smoking crater in the concrete.
Evidently not satisfied with physically laying waste to the testing facility where it was being held, Mewtwo next prepared to launch a psychic attack on its surroundings.
The two NERV officials, knowing at once what had happened and what they would have to do, pointed at each other and said simultaneously, “Your turn.”
Shinji, meanwhile, was feeling nervous and depressed. Not that this was at all unusual; indeed it had become much more the norm ever since he had come to live at NERV. Today was unusual, however, in that Shinji was not feeling this way because he was thinking about himself. He was thinking about Rei. This, too, was not unusual, especially considering that Rei was the only other person his own age living at the NERV headquarters. But what made this different was the way he was thinking about her. He was wondering, for the first time, how exactly she lived apparently being pushed around constantly by his father. What was her motivation to go through life like this? He supposed, perhaps, that her motivation was the same as his own—that is, that she simply wanted to be recognized for accomplishing something in her life—but something told him this was not the case.
The fact that Rei seemed to show no emotion at all—unless you considered a dull lack of surprise to be an emotion—signified to Shinji that there was something about her that he had not been told about. He chided himself for entertaining that notion, though. He figured that if there were any more secrets regarding Genesect and its creators, he would probably have found them out by now, what with the fact he was its Trainer.
The testing arena shook as Mewtwo rattled the walls with its psychic powers. The Psychic Pokémon fired another Hyper Beam, this time directly at the window behind which Gendo and Fututsuki sat. Both of them ducked under a desk as the shattered glass fell around them, the cautiously peered up to assess the damage.
All sides of the arena were crumbled and blasted, and the floor was strewn with debris from the walls and ceiling. Aoba was crouched in a corner, shouting to Gendo and Fuyutsuki over his walkie-talkie in a panicked voice.
“We’ve lost sync with Rei!” he said, “Get down here!”
Gendo hurried down the stairs and ran onto the arena, brandishing a Poké Ball. “Hydreigon!” he shouted, “I need your assistance!”
The Pokémon that emerged from the Poké Ball was in many ways just as imposing a beast as Mewtwo itself. A terrifying, three-headed dragon with six wings, Hydreigon was Gendo’s personal signature Pokémon—other than Mewtwo and Genesect , of course. Only the central one of its three heads had eyes, and these were glaring at Mewtwo intently, glowing red with rage and determination.
“Hydriegon, Hyper Beam!” Gendo shouted.
On cue, a blast of white light issued forth from each of Hydreigon’s mouths, aiming straight at Mewtwo. They never reached their target, instead bouncing harmlessly off a psychic barrier the legendary Pokémon had created.
Gendo was unfazed. “Dark Pulse!”, he demanded. Once again, Hydreigon obeyed him without question.
Before Mewtwo had time to react again, a ball of black shadowy energy struck it in the chest. Mewtwo doubled over, and began clutching its head in agony. Inside its entry plug, Rei was clearly doing the same thing, because while her communications were coming back online they were panicked and consisted almost entirely of unintelligible screaming.
Mewtwo stood still for a few moments, then collapsed onto its hands and knees. As it did, its entry plug slid out of the receptacle mounted on its back, and its eyes shut.
Gendo walked nervously closer to Mewtwo. This was not the first time it had done something like this. OK, it was the first time this particular Mewtwo had done something like this, but it seemed as if destroying secret laboratories was practically part of the job description for these Pokémon.
Gendo pried open the busted entry plug, and was relieved to see that Rei was still alive inside. As he leaned down to help her to her feet, his glasses fell off his face and onto the floor. Yet he could still see that her injuries had not been severe. That pleased him; it would go down in the day’s records as a minor incident.
That had been several weeks ago. Now, Rei was recovering in the NERV medical ward, and Shinji was watching Misato and Dr. Akagi oversee the dissection of the giant Kabutops.
“This wasn’t an ordinary Pokémon,” Dr. Akagi said, as if that was somehow not obvious. “I’m looking at samples of its tissue, and they don’t match any Pokémon we know of—today or in the past. Whatever it is, it only looks like a Kabutops.”
“Well, what is it?” asked Misato, clearly both impatient and somewhat inebriated.
“I . . .DON’T. . .KNOW!” Shinji had never heard Dr. Akagi raise her voice, but when she did it caused him and Cubone both to take a step back. “All we know is that its inherent wave pattern is nearly identical to that of humans.” Of course, no one except her actually knew what an inherent wave pattern was, or why it was being brought up when in all probability it would not be mentioned again in this story.
Shinji certainly did not know, and merely feigned disbelief as he watched his father enter the room. When he did, he noticed that he had burn marks on his hands and inquired about how he had gotten them
“It was the entry plug,” Dr. Akagi said, before Gendo could answer. “Superheated. Burned when I touched it.”
The next day at school, Shinji began to pay closer attention to Rei. Of course, with Rei there was very little to pay attention to, seeing as she spent the majority of her time staring nonchalantly into space with a glazed look in her eyes. Occasionally she would drum her fingers on her desk or blink visibly, but even that was not common.
Just as Shinji was watching Rei, two other people were watching Shinji. Toji and Kensuke were snickering behind his back, clearly amused at why he was so interested in the objectively least interesting person in his class, and possibly all of Pallet Town 3. That said, had any of them known more about Rei than they did, they would have had much reason to find her interesting.
That afternoon was fairly normal as well. Shinji finished his homework at Misato’s house, gave all of his Pokémon except Genesect some strength training, and headed down to the NERV HQ. Everything was as he had left it. Dr. Akagi’s Espeon was asleep on the windowsill, the computer technicians were hunched over their monitors, and Rei was happily chatting with his father.
Hold on a second—Rei was happily chatting with his father? The way Shinji saw it there were only two explanations for this. Either Rei’s whole “cold and distant” personality had been a façade, or he was in a terrible fanfic whose author couldn’t be assed to get his characters’ personalities right. Swiftly disregarding the latter option, Shinji turned to speak to them, but they had already gotten up and left.
Dinner that night, unfortunately, was served at Misato’s house. And “unfortunately” in this case meant “consisting entirely of Misato’s trademark Shuckle juice and other questionable foodstuffs.”
Gendo, Shinji, and Dr. Akagi all refused to touch the culinary abomination, but Misato, Pen-pen, and Kangaskhan all seemed to enjoy it. Taking advantage of this distraction, Gendo pulled Shinji over to a corner and spoke to him.
“Shinji, I have a job for you. It’s a simple one. All I need you to do is go down to Rei’s apartment and give her this new NERV I.D. card. Do you think you can handle that?”
Shinji blushed, but nodded, then walked over to Rei’s apartment.
Shinji had been mildly shocked at the messy state of Misato’s house, but that had been nothing compared to the tiny, dingy apartment where Rei lived. “Lived” was actually a charitable use of the word, since Rei seemingly spent more time in NERV HQ than in here, which at least explained why everything in it seemed dusty and broken. The floor was littered with bandages and trash, and it stank. He wondered why Rei even tolerated this place.
He was soon distracted, however, when he noticed a pair of glasses sitting on the dresser. A pair of cracked, partially melted glasses. His father’s glasses. He delicately picked them up and tried them on, even doing the same hand-steepling pose that he had seen his father do on so many occasions.
Before he could put them back down, he heard someone walking behind him, and turned around to see who it was.
It was Rei. She was wearing nothing but a towel, and staring directly at Shinji. More specifically, she was staring at the glasses on his face. She reached out to snatch them away from them, and as she did this Shinji stumbled back, tripping over a pile of dirty clothes on the floor and crashing directly into Rei.
The two of them stared at each other for several seconds; it took approximately that length of time for Shinji to realize that he had inadvertently placed his hand on a part of Rei’s anatomy that a 14-year-old boy had no business seeing, much less touching. Rei, however, seemed to not be bothered by this, and simply said to Shinji in her normal monotone voice, “Please move.”
Shinji was shocked. He knew Rei was the antisocial type, but he’d never imagined her as literally having no social skills whatsoever. It was just one of those things that he sort of took for granted. In fact, she seemed a lot more bothered by the fact he had been wearing Gendo’s glasses than that he had touched her naked body.
“I. . .I can explain!” said Shinji. “It was an accident. I’m her to give you. . .” He held out the I.D. card, but Rei was already ignoring him. She had moved to the other side of the room and begun to get dressed.
Shinji, card still in hand, walked out the still-open door, Rei now following him. He couldn’t believe himself. He couldn’t even accomplish the simple task of delivering an I.D. card to Rei. If his father found out about this—and that was most likely a when, not an if—he was going to be furious.
Neither of them said anything until they arrived back at NERV HQ. When they were on the escalator, Shinji decided to ask Rei something that, realistically, he could have asked her at any time but had chosen the moment arbitrarily to ask.
“So, you have another calibration test with Mewtwo today. Aren’t you afraid, after what happened last time?”
“No,” said Rei. “Are you implying that you don’t trust your own father?” Then she did something that surprised him even more (though how he was still capable of being surprised after encountering multiple Legendary Pokémon was a mystery itself). She slapped him.
“Ouch, that hurt!” said Shinji, demonstrating a keen sense of the obvious. “What did you do that for?”
“You insulted Gendo Ikari.”
At the training arena, which rather miraculously had been repaired since its last use, Rei climbed inside the entry plug and prepared to be inserted into the capsule on Mewtwo’s back. As she did, Shinji noticed that she carried with her Gendo’s old, broken glasses.
The metal clamps holding Mewtwo in place retracted, and the giant Pokémon slowly stepped forward. It looked to the left, then to the right, then to the left again, and stood still again.
Now fully reactivated, Mewtwo turned to face the designated target on the opposite side of the arena. However, as it prepared to open fire with a Hyper Beam in what was intended to be the first of several battle tests, an alarm began to sound.
“Wh-what’s that?” asked Shinji. “Is something wrong with Mewtwo?”
“No,” said Dr. Akagi. “There’s been another Legendary Pokémon incursion. Pull up the viewing screen, Maya.”
The image of Mewtwo in the training arena was replaced by a panoramic view of Pallet Town 3, which had somehow been rebuilt after two consecutive Legendary Pokémon attacks. It was now in the midst of a third. The Pokémon in question resembled nothing so much as a floating mass of prisms and ice crystals. Instead of a face, it had a series of dots on one side of its body, and these would occasionally shoot out blasts of light at anything in its way.
Gendo turned to face the other people in the room with a serious look on his face. “Abort Rei’s training session,” he said. “Regice is approaching NERV HQ and we need all resources devoted to Genesect in order to stop it.”


Who’s That Pokémon?
This ancient Pokémon was once a prehistoric top predator. It’s even more lethal with the cannon on its back.

Last answer:
It’s Regice!
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Postby El Squibbonator » Thu Jun 13, 2019 8:18 pm

Neon Genesis Evangelémon
Episode 6: Regice, Ice, Baby

The angular, crystalline form of Regice loomed above Pallet Town 3 as Shinji crawled into Genesect’s entry plug and braced himself to be deployed. As Genesect emerged above the Geofront, Shinji instinctively focused the cannon on its back on Regice, hoping to end this battle quickly and efficiently with a Techno Blast attack.
He didn’t have time. A point-blank Hyper Beam from Regice sent Genesect sprawling back, knocking Shinji out almost immediately and ending this episode before the narrator could get around to the interesting parts.
Ok, what actually happened was that Shinji awoke inside the NERV medical ward (being attended to, of course, by Dr. Akagi’s Chansey). Conveniently, during the time he was recovering there, Regice had made no appreciable progress toward the Geofront, although its Hyper Beam attacks were rapidly laying waste to areas of Pallet Town 3 that had already been laid waste to multiple times before.
Despite having produced no result in any of their previous attempts at fighting Legendary Pokémon, the KSSDF was attempting to battle Regice. In any case the Pokémon—mostly Magneton and Golbat-- they were using were never going to have much effect on it anyway, and surely only served to highlight their ineptitude compared to NERV.
Inside NERV headquarters, Misato, Dr. Akagi, Espeon, and Pen-Pen were watching Regice’s progress toward the Geofront with interest. Every time something tried to attack the Legendary Pokémon, it would be destroyed at exactly the same distance. The exact same distance, as a matter of fact, that Genesect had been at when it had been knocked out. This gave Misato an idea.
“Ritsuko,” she said, “I was . . . hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this.”
“Come to what?” asked Dr. Akagi, wary now that Misato had used her first name.
Misato thought for a moment. “Umm. . . come to my house for dinner! There’s gonna be Shuckle juice!”
Dr. Akagi rolled her eyes. “Tell me what you were really thinking of.”
“OK. So you’ve noticed how Regice only seems to be able to shoot its attacks a certain distance? Well, if we can get Genesect to take it out from far away, then we should be good.”
“You don’t mean. . . the Nuzlocke Protocol?” asked Dr. Akagi incredulously. Misato simply nodded.
Shinji had not been paying very good attention to their conversation, so he was quite surprised when he found Rei staring at him, looking just as blank and stoic as she always did.
“Shinji,” she said, “You are needed again. The plan is for you and Genesect to penetrate Regice’s AP field with an upgraded Techno Blast attack, while I use Mewtwo’s AP field to create a shield for you. You must come immediately. You will not die. I will protect you. Also, that would be stupid because we still have 20 more episodes left.”
Shinji blinked, as if to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating the vision of Rei giving him instructions, then tossed aside his bedsheets and followed her into the Evangelémon bunker, where Misato, Dr. Akagi, and his father were waiting.
Shinji didn’t need a thermometer to notice that it had become extremely cold inside the bunker; something made much more unusual by the fact that the weather was supposed to be still in its perpetually summer-like state. Pen-pen, of course, did not seem to mind at all.
All of a sudden, an alarm went off, and everyone in the room stared around in confusion. “Regice has pierced the first outer wall of the GeoFront,” Maya Ibuki said over the intercom. This at least explained why it was so cold, but also raised other questions, most importantly the question of how Regice had “pierced” the Geofront in the first place.
As Shinji climbed into Genesect’s entry plug, and Rei likewise climbed into Mewtwo’s, he overheard Misato and Dr. Akagi talking again. This time, they were talking about the “Nuzlocke protocol” that Misato had mentioned earlier.
“. . .all of Kanto. We’re going to need all the electricity from all of Kanto, just to power that Techno blast?” asked Misato.
“What did you think we were going to use to power it?” Dr. Akagi replied. “A bunch of Pikachu on treadmills?”
“I don’t see why not?”
“Even if you were to get that power, you’d only have enough energy for a single shot. If that misses, and Regice gets through, we’ll be doomed and you’ll be the one to blame for it.”
As both Genesect and Mewtwo emerged from beneath the Geofront, those civilians in Pallet Town 3 who had not already been evacuated underground stared in awe at the sight of the two Legendary Pokémon. Regice had not moved at all from its spot above the Geofront, and was boring its way in at what Shinji was have considered a glacial pace had he been in the mood for puns at the moment. But he and Rei weren’t going to engage Regice where it stood. They were headed for Mt. Moon, which would give Genesect the clearest shot at Regice.
It was during this time that Shinji finally spoke to Rei again, over the radio in his entry plug.
“You know, “ he said, “there’s just one question I’ve always wanted to ask you. Why are you an Evangelémon Trainer? I’m one basically because my father would disown me if I wasn’t; what’s your reason?”
Shinji slapped his forehead after saying this. He had forgotten that Rei held his father in quite high esteem and making light about him was not something to be done around her. He braced himself for the inevitable scathing reply (well, as scathing as Rei’s monotonous voice could be at any rate), but it never came.
Instead, Rei simply answered, “ I do this. . .because I have nothing else to do in my life. It is my function.”
“That’s all?” asked Shinji “You’ve bonded with Mewtwo because it’s your function? “
Rei, however, was no longer listening. She and Mewtwo were already moving toward the top of Mt. Moon, where the new attachment for Genesect’s cannon had been put in place.
They arrived on Mt. Moon at midnight—whether this was a happy coincidence or whether they had been deliberately planned to meet at such a classically dramatic time, neither of them knew. Whatever the case was, it gave them only a few minutes to attach the new positron cannon to Genesect and get it to full power for its shot at Regice.
The positron cannon had been designed to slip over the front of the turret on top of Genesect’s head, but with its claw-like arms Genesect could not do this to itself. Unfortunately, Shinji did not figure this out on his first attempt. Instead, he decided to see if Genesect could pick the positron cannon up itself. This did the exact opposite of “work,” and instead Genesect simply dropped to positron cannon onto its foot. Unfortunately, Shinji—being mentally melded with Genesect inside the entry plug—felt everything it felt, and he too felt as though an extremely heavy object had been dropped onto his foot.
Had anyone else been watching him, they would likely have laughed, but then again Rei was too emotionally restrained to do that. She simply looked on (or rather, Mewtwo looked on, with Rei in its entry plug), before finally reaching down to pick up the positron cannon and fasten it to Genesect’s turret. Neither of them spoke about this exceedingly awkward incident for a long time afterwards.
As the cannon clicked into place, Genesect crouched down and lined up Regice in its sights. Shinji felt the temptation to fire immediately, but he knew that if he did it would do nothing—the cannon was not finished charging, and Regice was not in its vulnerable state yet. So for now he simply sat, watched, and waited.
Meanwhile, just outside the Geofront, Regice had broken through the last layer of armor covering NERV HQ and was now boring its way in towards its target. The temperature inside the Geofront had dropped from simply slightly chilly to downright freezing, and even Pen-pen was feeling cold. “Wark, wark, wark, (I could use pants)”, he muttered to himself, then walked out of the control room toward the kitchen. Misato, Maya, and Dr. Akagi, though, all agreed on one thing. They all wanted hot chocolate.
Unfortunately, the Geofront’s entire supply of cocoa powder had also
mysteriously vanished during this time, leaving the three of them to return to their actual work and ignoring this seemingly-unimportant-but-rather-suspicious plot detail altogether. “Major Katsuragi, you didn’t do anything with all the cocoa powder?” demanded Dr. Akagi.
“Me?” she said, rather shocked at the accusation. “No. What about you, Ritsuko?”
Dr. Akagi was equally shocked at this, and glared at Misato. “Well, it wasn’t either of us. What about you, Lt.. Ibuki?” Maya said nothing, and simply shook her head. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then returned to their stations, each still quite firm in their belief that one of the other two had hidden all the cocoa powder. Quite why they would do this, and what they would hope to gain out of it, was not something any of them ever pondered.
As the positron cannon finished powering up, Regice pivoted around and stared at Genesect. One by one, the lights on its “face”—arranged similarly to the ones on Regigigas’s face—began to light up, and a point-blank Hyper Beam shot straight toward Genesect’s head before Shinji could react.
He didn’t need to, though. Before the attack met its target, it collided with an invisible barrier in front of Genesect. Shinji turned around (with difficulty, of course, given that he was currently inside an entry plug) and soon discovered the source of the barrier. Obviously this was the AP shield that Misato had mentioned Rei making for him before they left.
All right, Shinji thought to himself. Regice doesn’t seem to be doing anything right now. This is my chance to--. His dramatic internal monologue was somewhat rudely interrupted by a voice in his intercom, a voice he recognized as Misato’s. “JUST DO IT!” she shouted!
“Uhh, OK.” Shinji replied. “Here goes nothing. . .” He squeezed his hand on the trigger inside the entry plug, and Genesect crouched down into its firing position again.
Regice fired another Hyper Beam, which collided with Genesect’s Techno Blast head-on. The two colliding attacks produced quite a spectacular explosion (as is wont to happen in Pokémon battles), and caused considerable damage to what little of Pallet Town 3 had not been considerably damaged already, but when the obligatory cloud of smoke cleared away, it was clear that neither Pokémon had been affected in any way.
Shinji was now at a disadvantage—he had only enough power to make one more Techno Blast, whereas Regice seemed to be able to blast Hyper Beams left and right without even having to recharge. If he missed his next shot—though, of course, he wouldn’t or else this story would end very, very early—then Regice would complete its entry into NERV and everything would go terribly pear-shaped.
Gritting his teeth in a rare moment of anger and frustration, Shinji decided to use his second enhanced Techno Blast. He knew if he used this one up, there would be no time to get enough electricity for another one. He also knew that worrying about electricity in a world where there were electricity-generating creatures could be caught in tiny balls was more than a bit dumb, but for the sake of the narrative decided to let it slide.
Before Genesect could fire its second Techno Blast, though, Regice let loose another Hyper Beam. And this time, Mewtwo had no time to erect an AP barrier to protect Genesect. Instead, it simply stepped directly in front of Genesect and took the full brunt of the attack, the explosion sending it tumbling backwards and sprawling at Genesect’s feet. Mewtwo attempted to push itself into a standing position, but Regice’s attack had done too much damage, and it slumped back onto the ground again.
Shinji, now feeling far more aggressive than usual, commanded another Techno Blast from Genesect—and this one went off without a hitch. The blinding bolt of electricity struck Regice in the face (or, the weird pattern of dots, or the Braille writing. . .look, we’ll just call it a face, OK?), and the massive Legendary Pokémon came crashing down onto the empty streets of Pallet Town 3. Like Regigigas and Kabutops, this was accompanied by a glowing symbol of a circle within a circle in the sky—the Sign of Arceus.
Exhausted, Shinji climbed out of the entry plug and made his way over to Rei’s to see if she had survived the battle. It seemed, after all, as if Regice’s attacks had done some major damage to Mewtwo. Peering inside Rei’s entry plug, he was relieved to see that she was unhurt, but puzzled by the fact that she was just as expressionless as she always was.
“Please, Rei,” he said, “never tell me ‘I have nothing else’ ever again. Because you don’t. You don’t have to say goodbye every time you leave on a mission either.” Rei looked shocked, as if the idea of hearing these words was as bizarre as a Slowpoke leaning to skateboard.
Finally, she answered, “Well, what do you want me to do at time like this. I haven’t really ever thought about it.”
Shinji thought for a second, then replied “Why not smile?”
Unfortunately, because Rei had little experience with facial expressions and there was mirror available, it took quite some time before she could form a reasonable approximation of a smile, thereby making what might otherwise have been a heartwarming and dramatic moment between the two significantly more awkward.
That night, as Shinji climbed into bed, he noticed something piled underneath his covers that had not been there the night before. Sitting atop it, looking as smug and shameless as could be, was Pen-pen. After shooing the Pokémon aside, Shinji pulled the covers aside and was shocked at what he saw. It was NERV’s entire supply of cocoa powder.

Who’s That Pokémon?
This Pokémon was cloned from Mew, the ancient ancestor of all other Pokémon.

Last Answer: It’s Genesect!
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Postby silvermoonlight » Sat Jun 15, 2019 4:39 am

Funny stuff and an interesting crossover idea ^_^
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Postby El Squibbonator » Tue Jun 18, 2019 11:11 pm

Don't worry, there's more where those came from!

Neon Genesis Evangelémon
Episode 7: Aim for The Horn!

Gendo Ikari dismounted from the back of his Hydreigon and entered the elevator to the secret bunker. This was going to be an important conference; his position in NERV depended on it. Though he would never have admitted it in public, much less in front of his own son, it actually made him feel somewhat nervous.
The elevator stopped in front of a tiny room containing only a desk and a hanging microphone. Gendo walked up to the desk, and folded his hands beneath his chin. The moment he did, a voice spoke to him out of the microphone. “Hello,” it said, “Which shall it be, mocha or cappuccino?”
Gendo slapped his forehead. “Neither,” he said. “I came here for a discussion of the direction the Evangelémon program should take from this point on. For your information, I don’t even drink coffee!”
“Access denied”, said the voice. “Now, which shall it be, mocha or cappuccino?”
Clearly exasperated, Gendo shouted, “Fine! Mocha! Why are you asking me this crap anyway?!”
“Identification confirmed”, said the voice. “Begin interview.”
The voice was then replaced by a new voice, one with a deep Sinnohese accent. “Well met, Mr. Ikari. I assume you are aware of why you were summoned here?”
“To go over the future prospects of the Evangelémon program, or so I was told.”
“That was part of it,” the man on the other side of the intercom went on. “The other half has to do with you specifically. We suspect that you provided counterfeit information to us regarding the nature of said program and what your true intentions for it were.”
“I did nothing of the sort! I have always been giving you the truth!” retorted Gendo. “Now, if you please, may we get on to the more pressing concerns?”
The man behind the intercom sighed. “All right. Do tell me, what is your opinion about that other matter. You know, the one that—“
“I have it all taken care of.” Gendo answered.
Shinji, meanwhile, was having a bad day. Not only was he late for school, but it was that peculiar time of year known to public schools as “parent’s day.” Because, of course, there was no way Shinji was going to be bringing his actual parent to school, he had decided that Misato would be the next best thing, never mind that she was only twice his age and had habits that would be morally questionable in a school setting.
He began to have second thoughts, however, when he remembered that Misato’s poor housekeeping and tendency to smell like Shuckle juice. Naturally, then, Shinji was prepared for the worst when he walked into the classroom with Misato. He especially wondered what Toji and Kensuke—the closest things he had to friends there at this point—would think of him if they saw his legal guardian.
His question was answered as soon as he entered the classroom. Every single boy—and a fair few of the girls as well—immediately turned around and stared at the new woman who had just walked into the room. Shinji was quite sure he saw Kensuke faint from blood loss after an absurdly heavy nosebleed, as male anime characters are wont to do in such a scenario.
One of the students who was also staring at this bizarre event was a girl whom Shinji had never seen in his class before. She had short reddish-brown hair, cut in a fashion resembling Rei’s. Unlike Rei, however, she seemed quite cheerful and happy. Once the awkwardness surrounding Misato’s appearance had subsided, the new girl got up and walked to the front of the class, where she proceded to introduce herself.
“Hello,” she said. “My name is Mana Kirishima. I just moved here from Vermillion City, and I certainly hope I will have an enjoyable time here.”
It all sounded very prompt and not genuine, and indeed when Shinji looked behind Mana he could see that Hikari was there, silently cuing here through her introduction. Other than that, though, Mana didn’t seem that bad—she was certainly more outgoing than Rei, and she was definitely a lot more appropriate to be seen in public with than Misato.
When he got home from school that day, Shinji tried to tell his father and Dr. Akagi about his new classmate. They seemed extremely shocked. Gendo turned to Dr. Akagi with a grave look on his face and whispered to her, “I thought you said you had it taken care of. Now look what you’ve done!”
Naturally confused, Shinji tried to ask, “Wait! What is ‘it’? What did you think you have figured out?”
“It does not concern you,” Gendo replied tersely. Shinji, who by this point realized that getting Gendo to divulge secret information was a hopeless task, went back to his Misato’s apartment to finish his homework.
The following day after school, Shinji decided to talk to Mana, in hopes of finding out what about her was of such interest to Gendo. Before he could even say hello, though, he became distinctly aware of someone—or something—watching him over his shoulder.
Spinning around in his seat to see what it was, he found himself face-to-face with Kensuke and Magnemite. “Say, Shinji,” Kensuke said, “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
This elicited a swift response. “Mana. . .is. . .not. . .my. . .GIRLFRIEND!” Shinji shouted to Kensuke in a rare display of assertiveness. He turned back around to resume speaking to Mana, only to find that she had left the table and was now sitting with Hikari. Shinji dejectedly finished his lunch by himself.
All was not lost, though. He ran into Mana again later that day while walking back to Misato’s apartment. This time she had a Pokémon with her—a Butterfree. It didn’t look like a normal Butterfree, though; its wings were pink instead of white, its eyes and legs were green, and it sparkled. Must be a Shiny Pokémon, Shinji thought, Just like Misato’s Empoleon.
Hoping to make a better impression this time, he began by saying, “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened at lunch today. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. It’s just that I didn’t want people to think that we’re, you know, friends in that sort of way, when we really aren’t. . .”
Mana thought for a moment, then replied, “It’s OK. My job involves me moving a lot, so I get awkward introductions all the time.”
“Wait,” asked Shinji. “Your job?”
“Of course!” she said “You work at NERV, I work at. . .oops! Can’t tell you—it’s classified!”
With that Mana skipped off down the opposite street to the one Shinji lived on. Shinji silently followed behind her, ducking out of sight until they reached a large clearing in the Pallet Town 3 city park. They were not the only ones there—two boys about his age were also present.
Meanwhile, Misato had an assignment of her own from Gendo to do. She had been ordered to sit in on a presentation by the Silph Corporation, who were going to be showing off their latest product later that day. He had not told her what that product was, but his choice of words made it sound as if it was something that had the potential to threaten NERV’s very existence. That, thought Misato, was simply impossible, because there was no way for any outside party to know what was actually going on in NERV. Still, she had brought her two strongest Pokémon to the presentation just in case there was any trouble.
The presentation was held in a huge temporary arena, which had been erected over what was once the site of the original Pallet Town. In the center of the arena stood a tall boxy container, almost like an airplane hangar, and Misato guessed that this contained whatever was going to be shown off.
Next to it, standing in front of a microphone, stood a short little man in an official-looking uniform. Once the hundreds of guests were seated, he began to speak, his voice carrying out over the loudspeakers.
“It has come to the attention of the good people at Silph Co.—proud producer of Poké Balls, Potions, and Repels—that the Legendary Pokémon attacks on Pallet Town 3 are no longer isolated occurrences. With thousands of people losing their lives in these attacks, we have taken it upon ourselves to devise a solution to this threat. People of Pallet Town 3, I present to you . . . Jet Rhydon!”
The container behind the man opened and slid back to reveal a massive metallic object inside. For a moment, Misato thought it was a Pokémon, and it was soon evident why she made this mistake. The object being shown was a gigantic mechanical Rhydon, the Silph Co. logo emblazoned on its body.
The man went on, “The Jet Rhydon is the ultimate weapon against Legendary Pokémon attacks. It is capable of being controlled from afar by remote, or by a pilot in the specially designed cockpit. Its onboard nuclear reactor can power it for missions lasting up to a year. Any questions?”
Misato raised her hand, “Yes. What, exactly, can this do that an Evangelémon can’t? And why should we trust it, since it’s essentially a walking nuclear reactor?”
This earned a round of laughter from the rest of the audience. “Do you hear the woman?! ‘Why should we trust it?’ We should trust it because it’s a controllable, safe machine, not prone to running amok like a crazy woman the way the Pokémon in your Evangelémon program do.”
“You take that back!” snapped Misato.
The presenter didn’t listen. He had already moved on to answer the questions of the other guests.
At the same time, Shinji was crouched behind a bush, watching Mana and the two boys. She turned to speak to them, addressing them both by name.
“Musashi, Keita? Are you ready for our practice?” The two boys nodded, then each pulled out a Poké Ball.
“Come on out, Venomoth!” shouted the boy whose name was apparently Musashi.
“You too, Beedrill!” said Keita.
Mana reached down to her belt, and unclipped two Poké Balls of her own. “Butterfree! Ledian! Your turn to battle!”
The Shiny Butterfree materialized in front of her, and alongside it appeared a Ledian, a Pokémon that looked like a humanoid ladybug.
“Butterfree, Stun Spore! Ledian, Silver Wind!” Mana shouted.
As Shinji watched, Butterfree and Ledian unleashed their attacks, but Venomoth and Beedrill effortlessly flew out of their way. Then Keita commanded, “Beedrill, Poison sting!”
A barrage of needles slammed into Butterfree, nearly knocking it to the ground, but the Butterfly Pokémon quickly got back up.
“All right, Ledian, Silver Wind again!”
Ledian began beating its wings extremely fast, sent a wave of shimmering silvery powder blowing towards Venomoth. As the particles collided with the Poison Moth Pokémon, it thrashed about, seemingly in pain.
“Great job!” said Mana. “Now, Butterfree, use. . .” She never finished her sentence. She turned around to look in the direction of the bush Shinji was hiding behind, and waved her hand once to signal that the battle was being paused.
Shinji sweated nervously. Even though he had literally just met Mana, the fact that he had been assigned to monitor her implied that being discovered by her was a Bad Thing. And Shinji, having already had more than his share of Bad Things in his life, was not keen on adding another one to his list.
Mana, for her part, seemed more surprised than angry. “Shinji? What are you doing here? Now please leave, so I can get back to my training.”
“Training for what?” asked Shinji.
“For tomorrow,” Mana replied, and returned to her battle with her two companions.
After returning to Misato’s apartment, Shinji reflected on what he’d seen. This Mana girl didn’t seem to be anything more than an ordinary Pokémon trainer. The only thing even slightly out of the ordinary was her Shiny Butterfree, and in the big scheme of things that probably didn’t matter much. They’re probably just some Bug Pokémon fan club or something like that, he thought.
The next morning saw Misato and Dr. Akagi packing their bags and leaving for Viridian City. There, they’d been told, they would get to watch the first ever demonstration of the Jet Rhydon and witness its awesome abilities.
“I told Dr. Ikari about everything we saw when we got back from the presentation,” said Dr. Akagi. “He didn’t seem too happy about it, but he seemed like he was expecting it all the same.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” said Misato. “I’m bringing my two strongest Pokémon just in case any . . . any trouble arises.” As she said this, she clipped two Poké Balls—an ordinary red one, and a cameo-colored KSSDF one—to her belt.
The test run of the Jet Rhydon was being held inside what had once been the old Viridian City Gym. Unlike the previous presentation, which had been attended by hundreds of spectators, this one was much more closely guarded, with the only guests being news reporters and scientists who wanted to find out more about the mechanical Pokémon.
When Misato and Dr. Akagi arrived, they were directed to the front row of seats, though not without an unpleasant glance from the presenter. Once everybody was seated, he cleared his throat, and addressed the group of delegates.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Silph Corporation is proud to present the weapon that will finally make Pallet Town 3 safe—the Jet Rhydon! More powerful, more durable, than any living Pokémon, the Jet Rhydon is a revolution in technology and engineering, and will surely be seen in the future as the savior of the human race! And now, allow me to introduce the pilot of the Jet Rhydon prototype . . . Miss Mana Kirishima!” A teenage girl with short reddish-brown hair and wearing a leotard emblazoned with the Silph logo ran onto the stage. Circling around her, and spreading sparkling dust in its path, was a Butterfree. She turned and cheerfully waved at the audience.
“ Very well,” said the announcer. “Now, before I launch the Jet Rhydon on its first operational trial, do I have any questions?”
While he began answering questions from the panel of newscasters, Misato grabbed Dr. Akagi by the shirt. “What the Hell, Ritsuko!? You never told me that thing had a human pilot, and a child at that! That . . . that changes everything!”
Dr. Akagi coldly narrowed her eyes and glared at Misato. “No,” she said. “We are here to carry out our orders. That changes nothing.”
As Mana climbed up the ladder leading into the cockpit of the Jet Rhydon, Misato and Dr. Akagi watched nervously. The huge mechanical Pokémon began to rumble and roar, and took a step off the stage. “Is it supposed to do that?” Dr. Akagi asked.
“I’m not sure,” replied Misato. “But I’m definitely sure it’s not supposed to be doing that.”
As she said this, the Jet Rhydon had smashed a huge hole in the wall, and continued lumbering right out of the building, with Mana still inside it. “I don’t have time for this,” said Misato. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two Poké Balls. “Gyarados! Nidoqueen! Come on out!”
The two Pokémon materialized in front of Misato, and seemed not to even wait for their trainer’s order before attacking. They both fired Hyper Beams, but the attacks bounced harmlessly off the Jet Rhydon’s metal skin. The only effect this had was to make the Jet Rhydon pause, then turn around and blast both Pokémon with the lasers in its eyes. Gyarados and Nidoqueen had no time to dodge, and were knocked out cold.
“It’s heading straight for Pallet Town 3. What do you want us to do?” Dr. Akagi asked Misato.
“’Us?’ ‘US?’” Misato replied furiously. “Listen—it’s your fault we’re here in the first place. Going here to investigate this job was your idea. I’m going to request that Genesect be sent here to clean this mess up. You go see if you can find out how to deactivate the Jet Rhydon.”
Shinji, for his part, was not expecting a call to action that day, mainly because he had not been informed of any Legendary Pokémon activity. He was certainly not expecting to find himself not only inside Genesect’s entry plug, but suspended beneath a giant airplane bound for the outskirts of Saffron City.
He could see the Jet Rhydon far below, but he certainly hoped that the pilot of the airplane would fly lower before releasing Genesect. No such luck. Genesect fell from the airplane, plummeted for hundreds of feet, and barely managed to avoid collapsing into a heap when it landed by digging its feet into the ground.
When Genesect landed, Misato spoke into Shinji’s intercom. “All right,” she said, “Here’s the plan. You’re going to knock out the Jet Rhydon and get Mana out safely, and then I’m going to go in and deactivate the nuclear reactor before it melts down.”
“How do I knock out the Jet Rhydon?” Shinji asked.
“Just treat this like a normal battle. Use the attacks you normally would.”
Just like a normal battle, thought Shinji. You know the drill, Genesect—Hyper Beam!
The Jet Rhydon did not even budge as the Hyper Beam struck it. For a moment, it seemed to have been immobilized, but then it began to move again. Genesect’s attack had barely even scratched it.
OK, maybe that one doesn’t work. Then let’s try . . . Techno Blast!
The turret on Genesect’s head began to glow, and fired a blazing bolt of electricity directly at the Jet Rhydon. The attack seemed to work—the Jet Rhydon stood still, crackling with the electric charge—but then shook it off as if it were nothing. Then, the Jet Rhydon’s eyes began to glow bright red. It fired another laser blast, just like the one that had knocked out Nidoqueen and Gyarados, and Genesect barely managed to jump aside in time.
Meanwhile, Dr. Akagi was trying to find out how to break into the Jet Rhydon’s nuclear reactor and deactivate it. Unfortunately, the man who had given the presentation was not being especially cooperative.
“You have two choices,” Dr. Akagi said. “You can tell me the password, or you can . . . OK, so really you only have one choice, because if you decide to do anything else, you’re pretty much dead.”
The presenter wasn’t moved. “How many times do I have to tell you? The password is classified. I’d be fired from Silph if I told you!”
“There’s a lot more at stake here than your job,” said Dr. Akagi. “Now, are you going to tell me that password or not?”
“All right!” said the man, “I’ll tell you what it is. It’s hope.”
“Hope?!” said Misato, after hearing the password over her two-way radio. “What kind of password is that for a hundred-foot-tall death machine?”
“A creative one,” said Dr. Akagi.
While Dr. Akagi had successfully accomplished her side of the mission, the same could not be said for Shinji, who was still engaged in battle with the Jet Rhydon. The battle had stagnated into a stalemate—Genesect was agile enough to avoid the Jet Rhydon’s attacks, but its own attacks could not penetrate the mechanical Pokémon’s thick armor. Except, perhaps . . .
Genesect! thought Shinji, having just had a very rare “eureka” moment. Aim for the horn!
Genesect lowered its turret, and fired a point-blank Techno Blast at the Jet Rhydon’s horn. Like a lightning rod, the horn sent the electric current coursing through the robotic Pokémon’s interior. Smoke began to issue from its joints, and finally it collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Misato’s voice crackled in Shinji’s ear. “Good. Now open it up so I can get in.”
Bending Genesect over, Shinji pried open the paneling on the Jet Rhydon’s back so that Misato could climb inside. It was hot and full of smoke inside the Jet Rhydon, and aside from the cockpit, it did not look as though it had been designed with human occupation in mind. Even though Misato was wearing a radiation-proof suit, she knew she was probably not as well protected from the leaking reactor as she could have been.
When Misato finally reached the reactor, punched in the password, and turned it off, she was anxious to exit the Jet Rhydon. However, Shinji—of all people--would have none of it. “Stop!” he shouted into her two-way radio, “Mana’s still inside that thing!”
If reaching the reactor had been difficult enough, reaching the cockpit was next to impossible. The cockpit was locked from the outside, and while Shinji had tried to open it with Genesect he had found it to be too strongly reinforced. So, as with the reactor, Misato found herself simply crawling through the Jet Rhydon’s utility ducts until she found the gateway to the cockpit.
“All right, Nidoqueen,” she said, pulling out her now-revived Pokémon’s Poké Ball, “Horn Drill!” The attack broke down the heavy metal door covering the entrance to the cockpit, and inside Misato was able to see Mana slumped in the pilot’s seat. Noticing that she was still breathing, she lifted her up over her shoulder and ordered Nidoqueen to break open the cockpit canopy with another Horn Drill. None of them—not Shinji, not Dr. Akagi, not Misato, not even Mana—ever paused to consider the broader implications of what had just happened as they went back to Pallet Town 3.
The next day, Mana did not show up in Shinji’s class at school. She did not show up the next day either. Shinji attempted to inquire as to where she had gone, but it seemed as if her name had been erased from the school archives. It was as if she’d never even existed.
Gendo, meanwhile, had called a meeting with Dr. Akagi and Misato to discuss the Jet Rhydon incident. “It came to my attention that the Jet Rhydon—the mechanical Pokémon developed by the Silph corporation—went berserk and had to be destroyed,” he said, steepling his hands below his hace as usual. “You were present, I believe.”
“Well,” said Dr. Akagi, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Everything went according to plan,” answered Gendo


Who’s that Pokémon?
It is prone to violent mood swings. If it becomes angry, it will attack anything that it sees.

Last answer: It’s Mewtwo!
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