- [+] Rules
- 1. If a Pokemon faints, it's dead.
2. Only catch the first Pokemon you encounter in an area. (No Gift 'mons allowed.)
3. Dupes clause is on.
4. No Exp. Share.
5. Pokemon Refresh can only be used to two hearts for the boosted exp. gain.
6. No Z-Moves.
7. If your starter dies, the run ends.
- [+] Table of Contents
- Prologue (you are here)
- [+] Prologue
- A beep, and then another. And another. A series of droning, incessant beeps increasing in frequency until he could no longer ignore them. He heaved a long-winded sigh before surrendering his attention to the intercom.
"What? What? What is it that you want? What could be so important that you thought to interrupt-"
"Sir! Sir, oh, gods, it's...there's an emergency!"
"Emergency? Well, then out with it already! What happened?"
A pause punctuated by a shuddering, drawn in breath, crackly through the intercom.
"It...it's out! Subject Three has escaped!"
Silence. A single second of silence that stretched on for an eternity.
"What?! How?! When?! Where is it now?!"
"I - We, I-I mean...we don't know! It was in the labs, and, and now-!"
"Evacuate the lower labs immediately! Get all non-security personnel out of there now! Then shut down the elevators; we can't afford it running loose in the upper levels! I want it found and contained, do you understand me?!"
"S-sir! Of course!"
A beep, only halfway through its tone before being cut short by the sounding of the intercom.
"Give me your status report."
"All scientists have been removed the labs, sir, as you ordered! B-but...there are three injured, one in critical condition. And...two others...are..."
A sob, followed by a shaky exhale. He had to roll his eyes at his subordinate's unprofessionalism.
"Well?! If you're going to start a sentence, then finish it!"
The words came through the intercom pained. "...Dead, sir; they're gone. Two confirmed dead."
"Yes, and Subject Three? Have you found it yet?"
"We...no, sir, the security team is still combing the area, they-"
A scream, shrill and loud, not from through the intercom, but from outside. Scrambling and the sounds of panic. A pause as the realization set in.
"...It's on the second floor. How did it get to the second floor?!"
"It - sir, no, I-"
"I told you to shut down the elevator until it was contained!"
"W-we did! I don't - it...must have gotten through before the power was-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses; get the security detail up here immediately!"
A beep, the first one he'd gotten in over fifteen minutes. He jumped at the sound and was far too relieved to hear the drone of the intercom coming to life.
A different voice this time, older and held level in the face of this emergency. It offered him some comfort; perhaps this one would show more competence.
"Yes, yes, what is it? Have you found it yet?"
"Yes, sir; we've tracked Subject Three to the second-floor conservation deck. All exits have been blocked off and there's a guard posted at each one."
He allowed himself a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank heavens, finally! Remember, you are not authorized to use lethal force; Subject Three must be kept alive, do you understand?"
"Copy that, sir; tranquilize it and put it back in its pen. We understand."
He sank back into his chair and massaged his temples; the nightmare was finally over. He would have to have a talk with the president about tightening security in the labs. They couldn't afford another mishap like this; two scientists lost, two open positions to be filled! The thought of the imminent screening process and paperwork pained him.
A voice through the intercom, distant and muffled. "Commander, we have eyes on the target."
It seemed as if the head of security had forgotten to cut communications. He thought to interrupt, but then decided against it. No, hearing the recapture of Subject Three firsthand would put his mind at ease so much faster.
"Copy. Remember to keep your distance, boys; this thing's not to be trifled with."
"Commander, it's spotted us; it's making a run for it-"
"We've got the place surrounded; it's not going anywhere...It's headed straight for a dead-end. We've got it cornered."
"...Wait. Wait, what's it-"
"Shit! Take the shot!"
Wait, what? No, what was happening? What was the problem?
"Shoot it, now!"
Yelling and the clicks of tranquilizing rifles all firing off at once. Panic. A scramble. Suddenly, the man was back on the intercom, out of breath and shouting at him.
"It's in the water!"
"The wall, it managed to scale the nine-foot wall and now it's in the water!"
No. No, no, no no no no! "Call the harbor, now! Get every boat we have combing the ocean in a ten-mile radius! We have to find it! I don't care if you're searching until dawn! Find it and bring it back, or the president will have your head! Subject Three cannot be allowed to escape the facility!"