/vp/ RP: Team Rocket's takeover

[tamamonomae]

So this is one thread on /vp/tr/ that really needs to be put onto a Forum. Rejoice people, now you've got what you wanted.

It has been three years since Team Rocket toppled the government and kicked off a brutal police state. The people who know the most about pokemon have been killed or made to work for The Rockets, and the same has happened to well known and powerful trainers. The creation of poke balls and potions has been regulated so severely that they may as well be said not to exist, and the lay person has no chance of obtaining new ones.
The people and pokemon who were farthest removed from big cities stayed safe the longest. The smart ones destroyed mountain passes and kicked off whirlpools in trafficked waterways to slow the progress of The Rockets, to buy time to hide.
The people who have fared best are the ones who were never seen as a threat to The Rockets, the kids who were new to being trainers when they took over. Adults hurried the children away into the wilderness with all the potions and pokeballs the kids could carry.
These children have relied on their pokemon to keep them alive, and have had almost no connection to what The Rockets call society. They know that if they are found, they and their pokemon will most likely be slaughtered. They hide and train in secret, hoping that someday everything will go back to normal.

You're one of them, aren't you? Who are you, and what is your story?

[Ironmind]

"There's never stopping the machine they call government and righteousness. There's never a time where you can ever lay down and rest when the shadow of the ailing face of humanity's better days comes down on you like a sweeping plague of locusts, intent on devouring everything you could call your own. Well, life is a cycle that reaches into even the depths of the human psyche and our most "civilized" functions; culture, cities, countries, even gods have lifespans and deaths, where if they're lucky an egg is planted or a nestling born to someday carry on the seed again.

This is a battle to see who's the best, the most fit to live in this world, and even though a lot more may be hanging in the balance... I don't think it even matters. You need to focus on what's right in front of you, the visceral, the painful, the beautiful. You need to fix it in your mind, drink it in, become one with it, and then decide whether or not it's time to act.

Well I've spent four years out here in the wilderness, training relentlessly, I've spent four years doing nothing but thinking, and now, with my power and my allies, I find it's time to act."

I lay down my pen as I heard a commotion outside my door. Dammit, I thought there would be more time!

"Those bastards come here wanting to destroy us, well I say no! They'll have to pry my pokeballs from my cold dead hands!" I roar, as I lunge for my pokeballs, releasing one of my most fearsome fighters just in time to see a Rocket Grunt poke his head through my now demolished door, a baying Houndoom at his legs, aching to tear and devour.

"Giygas! Earthquake!" I commanded instantly, the Blue Nidoking emerging and instantly smashing into the ground with a seismic force sufficient enough to level a skyscraper. I don't pause to look back to see the aftermath save for a quick glance to return Giygas and flee into the deep forest in hopes of escaping our pursuers.

"That should have bought us some time...", I mumble quietly to myself as the ground slips away beneath my feet.