POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON: THE SAGA OF TEAM SUPERNOVA!

Welcome to Pokemon Aus24's official Pokemon Fan-Fic written, created and owned by the talented FocusPresenceEndurance. Below is the introduction and prologue to the story and every so often I will update with a new chapter.

Chapters 1-3 Here
Chapters 4-6 Here
Chapters 7-9 Here
Chapters 10-12 Here
Chapters 13-15 Here
Chapters 16-18 Here



~Introduction

It has been told in ancient tales that before Pokemon, or before the universe itself was created, there was one Pokemon. This Pokemon was given the name Arceus. It is now believed that this Pokemon was the first ever to exist. From Arceus the embodiments of time and space were created, Dialga and Palkia. To add to this, three more beings were then created. The bearers of emotion, willpower and knowledge, given the names Mesprit, Azelf and Uxie. With the combined powers and efforts of these six Pokemon the universe as we know it was born. This story, the first story, has been passed down from generation to generation never once doubted or questioned.

Now, after the events of the great falling star that threatened the world, something menacing looms over the horizon. The natural disasters, that had finally come to an end and that had caused so much suffering are now returning. Many questions now surface as the disasters steadily worsen. Why is this happening? How can it be stopped? There are many questions that need answering, but the answers to these questions could potentially shake the very foundations of what is now thought of as common knowledge.



~Prologue: Alone in the Crowd. Before the Beginning.

A new home, a new school, and another neighborhood. He’d have to start life over all over again. He’d have to make new friends, and would yet again need to become part of the community.

Tristan thought this as he walked off to his first day at his sixth, no, seventh school. He would have to start things off on the right foot this time. It was a cool Wednesday morning, nothing out of the ordinary. The clear blue sky looked as it always did, and Tristan wondered what today held in store for him. Not even he could have conceived what fate had planned for him.

Hours later, the bell rang to signal the end of the first half of the schoolday, and the beginning of lunch. No one had talked to him yet so far, however, this didn’t surprise Tristan. He was a little above average height for a 16 year-old, and people were nervous to approach him. It was going to take time to get to know people, though he couldn’t say he wasn’t reluctant to do so. He wouldn’t want to make new friends just to have to say goodbye to them all over again, half a year later.

Because he joined the school so late in the year, the locker that was assigned to him was at the far end of the hallway from his classroom. As Tristan walked down the semi-crowded hallway towards his locker, he heard a voice call him from behind. “Hey you!” the voice shouted. “You’re that new kid, aren’t you!”

“Yeah? What of it?” replied Tristan, turning around to face the speaker. The person who had addressed him was a fairly tall, but rather round. He was wearing a yellow and red sports jersey underneath a black hoodie, and a black baseball cap that was turned to the side which covered his very short brown hair. Apparently, this made him look cool to be dressed like this. Tristan could almost feel embarrassed for him.

“Hand over your lunch money!" he demanded, sticking his open hand, expecting Tristan to give him the money, "And make it quick! Or you’ll regret it!”

"Nice to meet you, too," Tristan answered, shaking the bullies outstretched hand.

The bully immediately pulled his hand away, "Don’t mess with me! Give me the money, now!!"

“I don’t think so,” Tristan answered becoming increasingly annoyed.

“Do you want me to beat you up!?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” replied Tristan sharply.

Angered, the bully yelled, “You’ve got some nerve talking to me like that!” Swinging his right arm back, he went to punch Tristan.

“Big mistake,” Tristan mentioned as he stepped to the left just before the punch hit. Moving with the punch, he grabbed for the bully’s wrist with his right hand, then suddenly he stepped towards the bully twisting his arm the other way. The bully was literally swept off of his feet as he landed on the floor with a thud. A few of the people in the hallway gave a startled scream, while most of the others just turned their heads to see the commotion. The hall was mostly silent now as people tried to listen to what was unfolding. “There! Serves you right!”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that!!” shouted the bully, red with embarrassment. He picked himself up, and fled the scene.

“Yeah, right,” Tristan thought, “you idiots are all the same.” As he became aware of his surroundings, he noticed a shaded figure leaning against the wall on the side of the hall staring at him. There was something about her, but Tristan couldn’t place what exactly this was. “And what are you staring at!?” he demanded.

“Oh!” jumped the figure. “N… nothing… sorry.” And she, too, left.

Tristan gave a great sigh “Already, things are off to a bad start.”

The rest of the day went a little better. Though he did have to stay after school for detention because one of the kids who had watched the fight had reported him to a teacher, he had earned some more attention after his encounter with the bully, but he couldn’t say he had any friends yet. Tristan reflected this as he walked home. He was used to the lonely feeling of having no real friends. But he never knew what a good friend was like because he never had the chance to have one, what with his parents moving form place to place on business, they, too, were away from home most of the day, returning only to sleep, eat breakfast, and leave early. To be honest, he didn’t really know them that much either. But, he did have one true friend at one point in his life. Dave was once his one and only real friend. But he had disappeared years ago. Without a trace, he had just vanished. "Oh, Dave..." Tristan thought. "Where did you go?" Tristan came to a tall bridge, which was part of his route home. This bridge spanned high above the canal that flowed through the city. The sun was setting, giving it, and the sky around it, an orange glow. On the bridge were three figures appearing to be waiting for something, or someone. As Tristan approached, however, his thoughts were answered. Tristan sighed, “Oh no, not you again.”

“You didn’t actually think you’d get away with what happened at lunch did’ya!?” the bully from school yelled, “I said you’d regret it!”

“So. Thought you could make idiots of us!?” shouted one his friends.

“Looks like you’re the idiot now,” finished the other.

The first bully spoke again, “Let’s see if you’re ready for this!”

“Wait! Wait! Wait! THREE against ONE!?” cried Tristan. “That’s not a fair fight!”

“Like we care!” the bully laughed as he and his friends began to surround Tristan. The first bully was the first to lunge forward. Tristan easily avoided this attack, but sensed someone coming up from behind. He ducked as another punch just missed him as it went over his shoulder. He grabbed the arm and flipped the attacker over his back, making him land hard on the cement. Another of the bullies grabbed him over the arms from behind and held tightly as Tristan tried to escape. It was a useless struggle. Whoever it was who was behind him was too strong.

“This is bad,” Tristan thought. “I can’t move!” He looked up to see that if there was anything he could do. Suddenly he was let go and shoved towards the guardrail of the bridge. He had been squeezed so hard that he had to gasp for air.

“AND THIS IS FOR HUMILIATING ME AT SCHOOL!!”

Tristan looked up only to receive a direct blow to the face. He fell back, over the guardrail. The next two seconds of his life were a blur as he fell twenty meters to the water below. His last memory was that he was falling.

Then, he blacked out…



~Chapter 1

Starting Over Again. Rescue by mistake!

“… Where am I?…" Tristan thought, dazed "…what happened?”

Tristan opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he gazed into a canopy of green leaves overhead. “A forest?… How did I get here?” He stood up and began to observe his surroundings. He appeared to be in some sort of wooded area. The morning sun glinted through the canopy of the trees as a gentle breeze caused them to sway. Tristan didn't benefit from the surroundings as the bright sunlight flashed in his eyes, making it more difficult to see, especially since his eyes were still adjusting. As he began to walk around he thought to himself, “Something just doesn’t feel right. I feel different somehow.”

“So, you’re finally up,” a voice came from behind, “What a relief! I was worried you wouldn’t wake up at all.” Tristan spun around at the sound of the voice but there was no one to be seen. There was, however, a very odd looking blue lizard staring directly at him. Looking at it from this distance, Tristan was surprised to see that it was even taller than he was, though for some reason, he did feel oddly short. It had a white V shaped mark on its chest which stretched from shoulder to shoulder as well as large red spikes protruding from its back. Its large jaws were its most distinct feature with large teeth they looked like they could crush anything.

“Who said that?” asked Tristan, looking for the source of the voice.

“I did.” answered the lizard. Tristan dared to glance back to see the lizard waving happily back at him.

“… That THING just TALKED!!” Tristan exclaimed, more to himself than the lizard.

“So?” it asked, taken aback after being called a 'thing', “What’s so bad about talking?”

“How can you talk!?” Tristan interrogated, “You’re not even human!”

“Same way you are, I guess,” it answered “Anyway,” it continued, trying to dismiss the matter, “my name’s Totodile. What’s yours?”

“STOP!" Tristan cut in, holding up a hand, "What are you saying, I’m not human or something!?”v “Well, yeah. Is something wrong with that?”

“I am a human!” burst Tristan angrily.

“But you look like a Cubone. Maybe you need some more rest.”

“What did you call me!?” Tristan asked getting defensive, what the heck was a Cubone?

“A… a Cubone,” answered Totodile with growing concern, “That is what you are.”

“No! I’m not!”

“Yes, you are…” Totodile mumbled. He didn't know how else to respond, he'd never met someone like this before.

“What? You gonna call me names!?” Tristan yelled “Are you picking a fight with me!? Is that it!?” He put up his fists to fight, or what he thought were his fists. He stared at his claws in disbelief. His eyes wandered down to see the orange wrists they were connected to. “Wh… what happened to my hands!?” he exclaimed. He quickly examined the rest of himself in disbelief. Stubby legs!? A spiky back!? A thick skull over his skin!? A bone in his hand!? In horror, he cried “What happened to my body!?”

Speechless and dumbfounded, Totodile stumbled over his words, an expression of extreme concern on his face, “Are… are… are y… you… going to be… alright? Did you perhaps… hit your head on something?”

“This is a dream! Yeah, that’s it! A very messed up dream!" Tristan concluded, muttering to himself, "I’ll wake up soon!” Without any further thought he sprinted in the opposite direction and disappeared through the bushes and shrubs leaving the still baffled Totodile behind. Tristan was so confused, many questions were now gushing into his head. Where on earth was he? What on earth was he? What on earth was going on?

He could still hear Totodile calling from behind. “Wait! Where are you going!? It’s not safe out there!!”

Tristan ignored Totodile's calls and kept running. Ahead of him he saw a clearing in the trees. He ran even faster, not knowing exactly where his feet were carrying him. Running at a fast pace he emerged from the woods and into the clearing. It was a small clearing with a very calm and peaceful atmosphere to it. Small white flowers dotted the long blades of grass and now, with no trees to cast any shade, the sun's full warmth could be felt. Tristan, however, had his mind focused on something else. His attention was directed at what had just come into view directly in front of him.

“A giant hole in the ground!” he thought as he tried to stop himself. He skidded to the very edge of the gaping hole as he struggled to regain balance. “Phew!” he thought, relieved as he glanced downward. He could see to the bottom of this hole, however, it still looked like a big drop. He took a deep breath and sighed, “That was too close. What is a hole doing here in the first place…”

A sudden jolt brought him back to his senses. Before he realized what was happening, and before he could save himself, a chunk of the wet, soft earth beneath him gave way and fell into the hole, bringing Tristan along with it. One simple exclamation summarized what was going through his head at that time.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!”



“Man…” Tristan groaned after a few minutes after the fall, his head throbbing and his body aching. “… That was a big fall… … I guess this skull ended up being useful for something...” he thought as he gazed up to see from where he had fallen. “I might not have made it if it weren’t for this skull…” It appeared to Tristan that he had fallen three levels into some sort of cave. He stood up and looked around. The room he was in was empty and there were tunnels exiting three sides of the room, one to the left, one in front, and one behind him. The roots from the trees above could be seen protruding from the walls. As well, in the moist air, mushrooms thrived along the edges of the cave floor. He looked up again; “There’s no way I can climb out. All I can do now is try to find another way.”

He exited the room, choosing the tunnel on his left, and started to walk through hoping he had chosen the right one. Noises could be heard not far ahead in another room. Tristan focussed and listened intently to try to identify the sound. “Crying…? Somebody up ahead is crying…” Tristan thought a moment. “Should I go see what’s happening? It’s none of my business… I might even make things worse…” With a shrug he continued walking, thinking, "Oh well, I’ll see when I get there”

Having come to his conclusion Tristan continued through the tunnel of the strange cave. The crying ahead continued, soft and bitter, but soon the cries of sorrow quickly changed to cries of panic and fear. Tristan quickened his pace and went into an all out dash when one cry for help resounded throughout the tunnel.

“NO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!”

“Somebody’s in trouble!” Tristan thought as he sprinted through the tunnel, the end coming into sight, “Should I really be doing this? Am I doing the right thing? I mean I can’t just do nothing!”

The room came into view. He could see commotion going on inside. Finally he entered and the scene spread out before him. There were two figures before him. The larger figure was a bird-like creature with red wings and brown feathers on its head and tail. This wasn’t the one that had called for help. The other figure was a small mouse-like creature. However, it was a very strange looking mouse. It had blue ears, blue circles on its cheeks, and a very strange blue tail. Both the cheeks and the tail resembled minus signs. The bird struck the mouse hard with its wing and, with a cry of pain, the mouse flew over and hit the ground near Tristan’s feet. The small creature already had a black eye; it wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Tristan knew that if there was a time to act, it was now.

“HEY!!! STOP THAT!!!” He yelled, making his presence known.

Noticing Tristan the bird turned to him and snapped, “Don’t interfere!”

“Give me one good reason not to!” he yelled back.

“This is none of your business!” the bird spat.

“Oh yeah!? Well I’m making it my business! Now what’s going on? Why are you attacking this little guy!? What could it possibly have done to you!?”

“Do I need a reason?” replied the bird coldly.

“For me, yes!” Tristan shouted back, stubbornly stomping his foot against the cave floor.

“In that case,” The bird snarled, “for the same reason I’m about to kill you!! SPEAROW!!!”

“You there!” Tristan addressed the mouse, which had finally managed to rise to its feet. “Get behind me!”

“Yessir!” it answered, and right away followed Tristan's order.

“Let’s see if you’re ready for this!” called the Spearow as it went into a dive right towards Tristan.

“How do I fight like this!?” Tristan thought desperately, trying to figure out what he could do in his current form. Time though was running short. “Wait! I’ve got some heavy-duty armor on my head! And it saved me before!” The Spearow was closing in fast; its sharp beak aimed right on target. Tristan lowered his head, and timed himself for just the right moment. “Now!” he thought as he dived toward the oncoming Spearow while crying “HEAD-BUTT!!!”

The Spearow gave a cry of pain as Tristan’s attack overpowered its own. The bird was struck clean out of the air by the direct hit, and crashed into the cave floor where it rolled to a stop.

“Now I’ll use this something!” Tristan thought, clutching his bone, becoming increasingly excited. Being a... Cubone was it? Being a Cubone wasn't as bad as he thought. It was as if this body was built to fight.

“Now I’m mad!” squawked the Spearow as staggering to its feet. Tristan was shocked to see blood trickling down its face from the force of the impact. Had he really hit it that hard? “I’ll make you regre-”

“BONEMERANG!!!” Tristan called, interupting the Spearow in mid-sentence. The bone spun through the air, and with one CLUNK to the head, the bird was out cold. Still standing, it swayed from side to side until gravity took hold on its left, causing it to collapse on the cave floor. Tristan stood in front of the collapsed bird and scolded, “There! Serves you right!”

“Wow!!” came a small voice from behind. “That was so cool!” Tristan turned around, remembering the small mouse he had protected. “Thank you so much for saving me sir!”

“Uh…” Tristan answered awkwardly, “don’t mention it.”

“My name is Minun!” The mouse squeaked cheerfully. “What’s yours?”

“Oh, my name?” Tristan was never good at giving his name. It always felt strange coming from him. He looked in the other direction as he quickly answered, “It’s Tristan.”

“That’s a nice name!" Mimun replied with a smile. Suddenly, Minun jumped at the sound of another noise elsewhere in the cave. He glanced around nervously and with a worried expression asked, "Do… do you think you could help me get out of this cave? I’m too scared to do it on my own.”

“Sure thing,” Tristan answered. “I was on my way out anyway, just stay close by.” Tristan was still a little confused about what was going on. But for now, he thought it would be best to focus on the task at hand. It didn't take long before the exit of the cave came into view. The sunlight was a very welcoming sight to both of them.

“Yay!!! We’re out!" Minun danced happily! "Thank you so much, mister!”

“Like I said,” Tristan replied. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t really do all that much. And you can call me Tristan, not Mister.” Tristan did feel pleased though to see that… Minun was what it called itself? He felt pleased to see Minun so happy.

Ahead of them was the same clearing Tristan had dashed in earlier. This time he would be sure to watch his step so he wouldn't fall in the hole again. Now in the clearing, new voices could be heard.

“So this is the cave, is it?” one of the voices asked.

A high pitched voice similar to Minus’s answered, “Yes! Yes! This is the cave! Minun and I were playing catch; he didn't see the hole when he was walking backwards. I tried to warn him, but by the time he heard me, it was too late! Please, is there any way you can save him!?”

“Don’t worry Plusle,” an airy, feminine voice answered, “we’ll bring your friend Minun back safe and sound.”

The first voice spoke again with a tone of pride; “We are a rescue team after all!”

A fourth voice then spoke, "Ooh ooh, ah ah! You can count on us!"

Tristan looked at Minun, “That’s you they’re talking about, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, I can hear Plusle! I need to tell him I’m safe!” With that, Minun dashed into the clearing, followed by Tristan who was walking at a slower pace. Minun shouted as loud as he could, “PLUSLE!!!”

The group near the hole turned to the two approaching Pokemon. “MINUN!!!” Plusle cried, “You’re safe!” They met in the middle of the clearing. “I was so scared!! Oh my gosh! What happened to you!?”

Tristan walked up a short distance behind the two, making sure not to intrude on this little reunion. Minun replied “I got attacked by this Spearow. But don’t worry, I’m fine now, everything ended up being alright in the end! That is, thanks to Tristan!" he stepped aside so Plusle could see Tristan, "He saved my life!”

Tristan wasn't sure how to respond. He decided to lean against a tree, perhaps to look cool. As he started leaning he remembered that this was the middle of a clearing and there was no tree to lean against. Tristan lost his balance and fell over; quickly he stood up again thoroughly embarrassed. He brushed the dirt off himself as he thought, "Just great! How could I be so stupid!"

"Heehee!" Plusle laughed, "He's funny!"



~Chapter 2

Friend, or Foe? Rival Teams!

“Berries?” Tristan thought as he stared blankly down into the contents of his hands, “What am I supposed to do with a handful of berries?” In his hand were what Plusle had called Oran Berries and Pecha Berries. “I really wasn’t expecting a reward, but what will I do with them? They don’t look like they’re just for eating.” He remembered how happy Plusle and Minun were to see each other again. Plusle had wanted to show his appreciation somehow, but didn’t have much to pay with. Tristan had reassured him that it wasn’t a problem, but Plusle insisted he take the berries and seemed offended that Tristan wouldn't accept his gift. Not wanting to insult Plusle, Tristan eventually gave in and accepted the gift. “Did I actually… deserve this?” he thought to himself. The small mouse also referred to the word “Pokemon.” Maybe that’s what these strange creatures were called. Pokemon, eh? Why did it ring a bell?

“I’ll hold on to those for you," the voice from earlier spoke. Ahead of him were the “Pokemon” that had been with Plusle. There were three of them, each one looking vastly different from one another. “They’ll be safe in our toolbox,” the middle one spoke.

The Pokemon who had spoken, was a muscular Pokemon with bluish gray skin. He walked on two legs, giving him an almost humanlike appearance if it weren't for his very short tail. The most distinctive feature of him was the three metal plate-like formations protruding from the top of his head. The Pokemon on his left was hovering close to the ground, with what seemed to be thick, flowing black hair with pink tips. She wore a necklace of large blood- red pearls around her neck. The Pokemon to the right looked like a purple monkey, with what appeared to be a giant third hand on the end of his tail. He also had large round ears, as well as a wide grin across his face. Something in the bluish-gray Pokemon's red eyes made Tristan a little unsure if he could trust them. “That’s alright, I’ll hold onto them,” answered Tristan cautiously. “Thanks anyway.”

“C’mon, I insist,” replied the Pokemon again.

Tristan didn’t feel right about giving up the berries, but took a moment to consider the options. “It would be a burden for me to just carry all these around in my hands,” He thought, reassuring himself, “It’s probably better if I let them carry these.” Tristan then spoke while relinquishing the berries “… All right. Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” answered the first Pokemon snatching them quickly out of Tristan's hands, making him think twice about his decision. He then heard him utter under his breath as he stored the berries, “sucker!”

“What’d you say!?” Tristan snapped angrily.

“You heard me!" he replied accusingly, "That reward should have been ours to begin with!”

Tristan was shocked, he didn't see in any way how they deserved the reward. “What do you mean!?” Tristan exclaimed, “I was the one that saved that Minun! Who do you think you are!?”

“Hehe,” the Pokemon answered again. He cleared his throat and stated, “The name’s Machop! Know it! Fear it!”

“Ooh ooh, ah ah!” The purple monkey chanted as he bounced up and down on his hand shaped tail, “I’m Aipom!”

“And if you wish to know,” the hovering Pokemon joined in her airy voice, “I am Misdreavus!” Tristan didn’t wish to know.

“And together,” the three proclaimed in unison, pulling out small red and white badges which featured small white wings, “we’re known as Team Supreme!”

“So,” Tristan growled, pointing his bone at the three, his anger rising rapidly, “You’re a bunch of thieves!!”

“Now, now.” Machop replied calmly, hands on his hips; “I wouldn’t be the one pointing fingers if I were you.”

“Ooh ooh, ah ah!” Aipom added, “After all, you’re the one who stole our mission in the first place!”

“And we would have received that reward and taken the credit if it weren’t for you!” Misdreavus scolded.

“Well, its not like it’s my fault I fell into that hole!” Tristan retaliated, exasperated, “And what else was I supposed to do when I saw that Minun being attacked!? Just stand and watch!?”

“We all make mistakes,” Machop calmly explained, holding out an opened hand “So, to make up for your little blunder, I’d say this is a fair trade.”

“That’s hardly fair!!!” Tristan shouted, “You should be paying me for doing your rescue!!”

Misdreavus gave Tristan a threatening look; “You’re in no position to negotiate with us.”

“Ooh ooh, ah ah! After all, there are three of us, and only one of you!”

“Now back off you dumb faker!” Machop finished pointing accusingly at Tristan.

“FAKER!?” Tristan yelled furiously. The nerve of them first stealing from him, and then going as far as to call him names. “And how am I a faker!?”

Machop pointed at Tristan again, “I saw you in the forest! When you were talking to that idiot of a team leader, Totodile! You think you can become some great hero if you go around telling people you’re a human!?”

Tristan was taken aback. He couldn’t conjure any response besides, “But its tru–“

“Yeah right!” Machop interrupted.

“Ooh ooh, ah ah! Don’t think we don’t know what you’re up to! You’re trying to take the credit of saving the world away from Team Blue!!”

Tristan was now even more confused. He tilted his head in confusion, as he earnestly asked “Team Blue?”

“Don’t play dumb with us!” Misdreavus snapped, “You know exactly what we’re talking about!”

“And to think someone would go so low as to mock Team Blue,” Machop said as he shook his head shamefully, “I’ll bet you don't know the hardships they went through! Have you no respect for their team leader! If only he were here now, he’d give you a shocking time that’s for sure!”

“But… I still don’t know what’s going on.” Tristan said again hopelessly, trying to get somehow convince them. “Why are you accusing me for being who I am!?”

“You keep this up.” Machop threatened cracking his knuckles, “and we might just have to shut that little mouth of yours for good.”

“Ooh ooh, ah ah! Which brings us back to three against one!”

“Make that three against two!” a female voice called out from the surrounding forest. Tristan spun around to see where the voice had come from, or more importantly, who had spoken. The trees and bushes, however, provided many places to hide. It was impossible to see her.

Another voice called out from somewhere else in the forest. Tristan could immediately recognize this one, “Now make that three against three!”

“Hey!!” Machop shouted out in aggravation. The three members of Team Supreme were apparently having just as much trouble locating the voices as Tristan was. “Who said that!?” Machop demanded, “show yourselves!!”

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a voice called, “WATERGUN!!!”

A jet of high-speed water came from a nearby bush, striking all three members of Team Supreme. Caught completely off guard, all three were sent tumbling off in the other direction. Machop skidded back onto his feet where he took a defensive stance. Aipom bounced on the ground with the giant hand on the end of his tail and landed smoothly on his feet. Misdreavus quickly did a midair spin to maintain levitation, then went to join her teammates. Soaking wet, they fixed their eyes on the bush from where the attack had come.

The Totodile Tristan had met earlier that day stepped into view accompanied by yet another Pokemon. This time she had the appearance of a small orange bird with tiny yellow wings and a small yellow beak. She also had three large yellow feathers that stuck out of the top of her head. “Machop,” Totodile began in a surprised tone, “I’m shocked that you of all people would go as low as to steal from others.”

This time it was Machop's turn to become angry, “What do you know!? Butting in like this! You don’t understand the situation!!”

“Oh!” The orange bird exclaimed “Oh, we know all right! We saw the whole thing! Tristan totally deserves those berries that Plusle gave him! Don’t give us this ‘we don’t know what we’re talking about’ stuff!”

“All this for a hand-full of berries?” Tristan thought, glancing over at Team Supreme's toolbox. “How important could they be?”

“Totodile!” Machop yelled, “You of all people should see him for the disgrace of a Pokemon he is! After all, you heard his lies first hand!”

“We’re willing to back him up,” Totodile said glancing over at the bird for support. “Isn’t that right Torchic?”

“You bet!” the bird replied confidently.

“Ooh ooh, ah ah!?”

“You can’t be serious!” Misdreavus exclaimed.

Tristan, too, was stunned. Just a short while ago it seemed that Totodile hadn't believed him either, “So, they do believe me," he thought to himself. He felt a slight twinge of guilt as he remembered how rude he’d been to Totodile earlier. Why would he come to Tristan’s aid?

Machop was the only one who didn’t to be phased by this. “Heh.” he snickered, placing the tips of his fingers to his temple then removing them as he said “So, you’re going to side with the faker!”

“It still isn’t right to steal!!” Totodile retaliated.

“You’re just using this ‘faker’ thing as an excuse to change the subject!” Torchic added.

“Ooh ooh, ah ah! Maybe it’s you guys who are changing the subject!” Aipom accused, his grin as wide as ever.

“Are you just going to blindly believe this guy’s pathetic story of being a human!?” Misdreavus asked incredulously. "I mean you don't even know what kind of person he is!"

“… Well – ” Totodile began to say, trying to find his words.

“Nothing to say?” Machop interrupted after detecting a hint of doubt, “Figures. A shame, too. I thought for sure you would make a satisfactory rival." He shrugged, "I guess I was wrong." He turned back to his team, "Come on, we’re finished here!” With that, Machop picked up the toolbox and the three members of Team Supreme left Tristan, Totodile and Torchic behind in the clearing.

“Sheesh!” Totodile exclaimed, “Some people!”

“Tell me about it!” Torchic replied.

“They still took the berries,” Tristan commented.

“Yeah, well. We’ll get them back for it one day,” Totodile said hopefully, “They'll see!”

“No doubt!” agreed Torchic.

“Anyway, your name’s Tristan, right?” Totodile asked. Tristan nodded and Totodile grinned, “You should have said so back when we met in the forest. I wouldn’t have called you Cubone.”

“That’s not why I ran,” Tristan thought, “At the time, I was just so confused. I still am. I have so many questions.” Tristan looked back at Totodile and Torchic, “So that is what I am? A Cubone?”

“You honestly don’t know?” Torchic asked.

“It’s fine, I’s fine,” Totodile said to Torchic. “Yeah, you’re a Cubone. And I’m Totodile, but you probably already knew that.”

“My name’s Torchic," the bird chirped cheerfully.

The two, then, just like Team Supreme, announced in unison “And together, we’re known as Team Supernova!”

“Well,” Totodile added aside, “we’re not actually known by many Pokemon yet. But we soon hope to become well known.”

“So you’re a rescue team, too?” Tristan asked. "What’s up with all these rescue teams anyway?"

“Actually,” Totodile admitted, “we’ve only just started, as did Team Supreme, though I think Machop made a team just to prove that he could do better than us. We haven’t really done any missions yet. As for your other question," he continued, "natural disasters are of common occurrence these days and there are many Pokemon who need help and there are not enough rescue teams to do it. That’s why there are people like us to go and rescue them."

“Say!” Torchic exclaimed, “You saved Minun all by yourself, right?”

“Yes…”

“So,” she continued, “Our team is short a member. How about it? Join Team Supernova! You could help us rescue other Pokemon from natural disasters! Besides,” she giggled, “you don't seem to have much to do anyway."

“Hey! I was just thinking about that too, Torchic!” exclaimed Totodile excitedly, “I guess great team members, think alike!”

“Well? You like my idea?” She asked.

“She's right," Tristan thought to himself, "I’ve got nothing else to do, or nowhere else to go. I guess it wouldn't hurt to rescue other Pokemon, either.” It did feel kind of rewarding to save Minun. After a moment of considering, Tristan replied with his final answer, “Sure.”

“Great!” Totodile exclaimed. “Welcome to the team!”

“Here you go!” Torchic added handing Tristan a badge, “it’s to show that you’re a part of a rescue team.”

“Cool,” replied Tristan putting it around his neck, It was similar to that of Team Supreme’s in that it was half-white and half-red. It, too, featured the small white wings coming from the sides. All three of them stood for a moment, until Tristan asked, “… now what?”

“Well… why not go to the village.” Totodile suggested. “We could show you around!”

“So you really do believe me, that I am a human?” Tristan asked, as he began to follow Totodile's lead.

“Well... sorta.” explained Totodile, "I mean, with the way you were acting when we first met.”

“And the way you were defending yourself against Team Supreme,” added Torchic, “you either truly believed it, or you were truly being an idiot.”

“Oh yeah, and which one do you believe right now?” asked Tristan.

“I’d say I’m leaning towards choice number two right now!!” joked Totodile.

“Yep, me too,” agreed Torchic.

“Hey!!” Tristan yelled, offended.

“Relax, relax we’re joking," replied Totodile, still laughing.

Tristan wasn't amused. “Not funny!!" he said crossing his arms, and looking the other way. A moment later he realized that Torchic and Totodile were leaving him behind, "H… hey don’t leave without me! Hey!”

“Catch us if you can!" Totodile called back.

“Okay then here I come…” Tristan shouted back taking up the challenge.

And so, Team Supernova, with its newly recruited member, headed back to the Pokemon village. Ahead of them lay many obstacles, obstacles that they knew they would have to surpass in order to become a great rescue team, and, as for Tristan, to find out what caused him to become a Pokemon. All three, though, were oblivious to what fate held in store for them, and the inevitable destiny to which they were now bound.

“Here we are!" Totodile stated proudly, now on the outskirts of the village, "Our team base!”

“What do you think?” Asked Torchic.

Tristan gazed in awe. He couldn't help but think that this base was made just for him. It wasn’t fancy or anything; in fact it was quite modest, being made up of many stones with a door and two windows. The front yard was fenced off with many boulders that portruded from the ground, and at the entrance to the yard, where the cobblestone walkway met the dirt path, there was a simple mailbox. There was something about it that made Tristan feel as if he could live in it in an instant. "It's... it's..." Tristan said trying to find his words, “It's perfect.”



~Chapter 3

Disasters Return. Team Supernova Departs!

“Mmmmmm…" Tristan mumbled, as he blearily he opened his eyes. Something had disturbed him from his sleep. He slowly gazed around, still drowsy as he thought “What the…” Surrounding him on all sides was a misty light green haze. Other than that there was nothing to be seen. He couldn’t even tell what he was standing on, for there didn’t seem to be anything beneath him. “A… dream? No… couldn’t be a dream. If this were a real dream I wouldn’t be thinking this was a dream… But still… where the heck?” Something about this place, however, did seemed comforting. “Hang on…” Tristan thought, straining his ears. He wasn’t alone. Coming from somewhere in the empty space was a very dim and faded voice, so quiet that it was impossible tell what it was saying. “Hello!? Is someone there!?” He called out. But there was no response. Soon the mysterious voice began to fade away, and it was silent once more.

DRIP, DRIP, DRIP.

Tristan awoke with a start, finding himself soaking wet in freezing cold water. He raised his head from the straw bed to find that water had been dripping from a leak in the ceiling. Looking out the window he could see that the sky outside was clear and a brilliant blue. There wasn’t a single cloud to be seen.

“So, c… c… cold.” He thought, shivering from head to toe as he lifted himself out of bed and progressed to dry himself off. “And that dream… what was that?”

Tristan took a look around the room of the base for Team Supernova. Having had no place to stay that night, Tristan didn’t know where he would go, or what he would do. Totodile and Torchic, his newly met friends and team-mates, offered him shelter in their team base, and told him that he would be able to stay for as long as he needed. It looked bigger from the inside than it did from the outside. To the left was a rock jutting up from the ground with a few tiny plants growing on top of it. To the right was a basin full of water, as well as a wooden table surrounded by a couple of small wooden stools. On top of the table was a bowl full of apples. The room was bright because of the light let in by the large windows of the base. “I could get used to waking up in a place like this,” Tristan thought absentmindedly, “Minus the leak, of course.”

Grabbing an apple on his way out, he exited the room into the morning air. It was still early in the day, yet, already it felt warm and humid. He walked to the end of the cobblestone path to a point where it met the main dirt road. Torchic was heading in his direction. “Morning, Tristan!” Torchic called out as soon as she spotted him.

“Morning, Torchic,” Tristan replied, as she arrived.

“You sure are lucky, you know that?” she mentioned, “I wish I could’ve slept indoors last night.”

“Why’s that?” Tristan asked.

“You’re kidding, right? You didn’t hear the storm last night?”

“I guess not,” he admitted, though it did explain how the leak in the ceiling had formed. “I suppose I’m just a heavy sleeper. Anyway, what was so special about it?”

“Where should I start?” she pondered, “Well, to begin with, the wind was howling so strongly that I thought for sure Scorched Plains would be snuffed right out. There wasn’t a moment last night when I didn’t see at least one bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, and I can tell you I was practically deafened from the thunder.” Torchic took a moment to take a deep breath, “And you can forget about asking about the rain.”

“What about the rain?”

“I’ve never seen it come down so hard! And it wasn’t just raining sheets. I could’ve sworn that I saw Magicarp and Remoraid falling from the sky as well. It was awful, just awful!”

“That sounds harsh. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I was able to keep dry. I’m just a little tired from being kept awake, I’ll be fine, though.”

“Speaking of rain,” Tristan asked, “Where’s Totodile?”

“Oh, he said he would meet us in the village," Torchic explained, “He’s there already, gathering all the supplies so we can go on our first rescue mission. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing all the work, he’s so thrilled. I thought that I oughta put that energy toward something useful.”

“Heh,” Tristan chuckled. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Torchic replied with a giggle, “Now, you wanted to see the village, right? We should get going before Totodile starts getting impatient.”

“Sure thing.” he replied as he followed Torchic’s lead. She was surprisingly fast for such a small bird.

“Wait… we don’t have to get up this early every morning, do we?”

“Yeah,” Torchic answered flatly, “get used to it.”

The two crossed a small wooden bridge that spanned a small but turbulent stream. It didn’t seem natural for such a small stream to be flowing so rapidly, but Tristan didn’t have time to ask about it.

The far end of the bridge marked the entrance to the village, which was made up of a series of small buildings varying in colour, shape, and size. Flowers scattered among the village swayed in the breeze, and a large tree just south of the center of the village watched over the entire town. “So, let’s see…” Torchic began, as they entered the village, “I’ll make this quick. To our left we have the Kecleon shop. They sell items like berries, seeds, apples, orbs, scarves, TM’s, you name it and they probably have it. But things sell quickly here so if you want something you gotta grab it while you can. Um… To our right, in the large brown building, you can see Kangaskhan Storage. She offers a safe and reliable service of storing items that we don’t need for certain missions. She’s really useful, plus an added bonus is that there’s no charge! And up ahead on the far left is the Felicity bank; this is where Persian will store your money so you don’t end up losing any in dungeons. A little farther you will see the Wigglytuff Friend Club, that’s where you can buy friend areas where we could call on team members right away to go on missions. We don’t need any of that right now. And lastly we’ve got on the far right in the circular building the Gulpin Link shop. It has something to do with combining moves I think, I never really tried it yet so I can’t go into details. Just ahead is the Pokemon Square. This is the center of town and the hub for all rescue teams to congregate and discuss different issues. Finally at the end of this road we will find the Pelliper Post Office. That’s where we will get all our rescue missions and mail from.” Torchic gasped for air at the end of her long explanation. Completely out of breath she managed to ask, “You… got… all that?”

“Yeah, I think I got it,” Tristan answered, “You’ll need to explain it to me a couple more times though.”

“Forget it.”

Upon entering the Pokemon Square, they found that they weren’t the only ones awake this early in the morning. Off to the side was another Pokemon. This was one of the taller Pokemon he’d seen so far in this world. It had a green and turquoise body with long arms and short legs. It also wore a lilypad on its head like a hat. Upon seeing this Pokemon, Torchic shouted, “Hey, Lombre!”

“Hm?” The Pokemon murmured turning to see who addressed him. “Oh! Hey, Torchic! So you made it through the night, eh?”

“Barely!” she replied enthusiastically, “I’m serious, that was dangerous, imagine if I were caught in a storm like that!”

“Well let’s just hope that doesn’t happen,” agreed Lombre, “It was hailing where I was. So I might just have had it as bad as you did. Imagine, me a grass Pokemon being afraid to go outside in a storm! The irony of it!” He gave a great sigh before he continued on. “Anyway, how’s the rescuing going, so far?”

“Today we will be going on our first rescue,” Torchic answered confidently. “Oh yeah, we also got the final member to our team.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, meet Tristan. Tristan, this is Lombre.” Torchic nudged Tristan forward to shake hands with Lombre.

“Well Tristan, it’s a pleasure,” Lombre greeted, shaking his hand, “I haven’t seen you around these parts.”

“Yeah, well…” Tristan replied pulling his hand back rather quickly. Shaking hands with Lombre was very unpleasant. His hand was covered in some slimy kind of film that completely covered this Pokemon. He was sure that Torchic knew this would happen as he noticed her suppress a giggle. Fussing with the slime, he continued, “I’m… I’m new here. Just… moved in you see.”

“Well in that case, welcome to the village,” the Pokemon added.

“Oh, Lombre,” Torchic asked, “Team Blue wouldn’t be around, would they?”

“No, they’re off on another mission, a… star rank if I believe. They just left early this morning so don’t expect them to be back anytime soon.”

“Oh, that’s too bad…” Torchic said in disappointment. “I was hoping to show Tristan what a true rescue team was like. How about Team ACT, are they in?”

“No, they’re not here either.”

“Not them, either,” Torchic continued, “Well… how about Team Hydro? Team Rumblerock!? Team Constrictor!? …Team Meanies?”

“No,” Lombre answered, “none of them are here. They’re all out on missions. But… Why would you want to meet Team Meanies?”

“I was desperate,” Torchic said with a shrug. “But why would all the Teams be out on missions? There hasn’t been this many disasters since three years ago.”

“I know, its very strange,” Lombre agreed, “I though it would all be over after the falling star incident. But lately, disasters have been becoming as frequent as ever.”

“What could be causing it?” Torchic thought aloud.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Lombre replied, “but… I’m sure Team Blue will get to the bottom of it right away. I mean, they saved the world before didn't they?”

“Yeah,” Torchic agreed, “I’m sure they’ll figure it out. Anyway, Tristan, we should get going too. We didn’t get to meet with a rescue team, which is a let down, but we probably should join in on the rescuing. C’mon.”

“Oh…” Tristan muttered coming back to his senses as he followed her, “Yeah, sure.”v “You could pay a little more attention you know,” Torchic lectured, “You miss out big time if you space out like that.”

“Oh, yeah,” they heard Lombre call from behind, “Totodile came by. He said he’d be checking the bulletin board by the Pelliper Post Office for a job for you guys to take. You should probably hurry, he seemed very anxious.”

“That’s Totodile for you,” Torchic said, quickening her pace, “I bet he’s already getting impatient. Hurry up, Tristan!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Lombre made one last farewell; “Good luck on your first mission!”

The Pelliper Post Office was on the outskirts of town, facing out towards the sea. Next to the large Pelliper shaped building was a bulletin board, filled with tens of requests for help. Upon arriving, Torchic and Tristan found Totodile standing in front of the bulletin board, their toolbox loaded and set for rescuing. “Oh! Hey, guys! So, I think I’ve narrowed it down to two missions,” Totodile explained as soon as the two arrived. He handed the descriptions over to them. “Well? What do you think?”

“These are S rated missions Totodile,” Torchic pointed out, “You know that, right?”

“So?” he replied, “what’s wrong with that? We can do it. And look at all the Poke we get for them.”

“Let me remind you that we’re a normal rank team,” Torchic explained, “I don’t even think we’re allowed to take these missions yet. Since this is our first mission, lets start out with an easy E ranked one. And we will still get a good reward for the effort we put in.”

“Well, yeah… I knew that…” Totodile said putting the two missions back, disappointed.

“Hey, how about this one,” Tristan suggested as he grabbed a mission from the board. “It’s an E ranked mission, just like you said.”

Torchic stood on her tip toes to look at the mission, “Yeah, this looks like a good one for a first mission.”

Minutes later, the view of the Pokemon Village was shrinking behind new departing team. All had high hopes for their first mission, and each wondered what challenges they would have to face. Even Tristan had to admit that he was a little excited, despite knowing nothing about the Pokemon world.

“Please save my sister,” Torchic read the mission aloud, “Client: Growlithe, Objective: Find Growlithe’s sister. Well, obviously. Place: Silent Chasm Basement Floor 10, Difficulty: E, Reward: … oh well, we’ll find out when we’re finished I guess.”

“I can’t believe we’re going on our first mission!” Totodile exclaimed as he skipped along, “This is going to be so exciting! It’ll be our first step to becoming a famous rescue team!”

“I thought you didn’t want to go on an E ranked mission,” Tristan reminded.

“Well, I looked at it from a different angle. A rescue team’s gotta start somewhere, right? This will be our test to see how ready we are. It’s our big chance!”

“See? I told you,” Torchic chirped with excitement, “Now, let’s pick up the pace!”

“Our first rescue, huh?” Tristan thought curiously, “Why do I get the feeling it’s not going to work out so well.”

To be continued…



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