Ok i have gotten some people saying that i should publish my fic...... A few big problems about that thought...

1. Nintendo themselves... I can't just make anything since they own the copyright crap and such, i would need concent from them before i could do anything major.

2. I wouldn't know how to get it started, I could try the actual Manga about pokemon but..... my fic is rather unique. It could maybe be a independant series...

3. I considered perhaps sending what i had to Nintendo, but considering my fic is..... well not kiddy and the shows and movies are, i doubt they would do anything about it. Plus i doubt it would even get pass the mail room, unless i can somehow get ahold of a high up person in Nintendo then maybe.....

Anyway if you somehow magically know someone that could help tell me.

Rudy crawled out from under a mound of boxes. "Man, why didn't ya warn us?!" he asked, irritated.

"What, you think I care?" came Tyson's response.

"Well, could you at least tell us where we are?" Spencer asked.

"Most likely near Mt. Moon," he answered.

"And where were we 'supposed to' land?"

"What's it to you, you'll be there soon anyway," Tyson said, as though this was obvious.

"What?" I asked, turning from the window.

"Jeez, you all are more stupid than I thought. You honestly didn't anticipate reinforcements?" he asked, grinning at the anger and confusion in our faces.

"But, when Chibi sabotaged the controls, that should've killed the radios," I said.

"Who needs radios? All Rockets have a private communicator issued to them," he said. "And why do you keep calling it Chibi? What, you wanna make it a pet or somethin'?"

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Rudy whispered in my ear, "There's three of us, think we all can take him down?"

I groaned. "Rudy, no offense, but you're barely even five feet tall, and I doubt either of us knows how to fight. And Pokémon-wise, it'd be Spencer doing all the work. We don't even at least have the advantage of having Chibi in the fight against Tyson's experiments."

Spencer walked over and sat down next to us like Rudy had. "I think we should run for it," he said. "Your Charmander could melt the ice at the back of the plane."

"Hey, what are you all whispering about!" Tyson yelled all of sudden.

Spencer leaned closer. "Think we should?" I turned to Rudy. We both nodded at the same time.

Rudy and I took off running in an instant. Spencer pulled out his Poké Ball and released his Typhlosion. The large flame beast roared and stood between Tyson and us.

"I knew it!" he yelled, pulling out his black Poké Balls again to release the experimental Pokémon. "You aren't escaping so easily!"

"Escape? Who's trying to escape? No one would try anything like that with us here on the job!" Spencer exclaimed with mock determination.

I turned back to what I was supposed to be doing and ignored Spencer's diversion. "Alright, Firestorm," I said. "Couldja help us break through this ice?" I asked, gesturing toward the huge crystals. He nodded and inhaled deeply, exhaling out a long, narrow stream of orange flame that burst through the ice. The flame was small, though, so he had to do it several times to make a hole big enough for us to get through.

"Alright, that's good, c'mon, Spencer!" I yelled.

We all ran toward the opening while Spencer's Typhlosion stayed back to fend off the experiments. I jumped out through the hole and landed on the twisted remains of the jet's engine. From there, I jumped to the ground and although I landed on my feet, it still hurt from being fairly high. Rudy and Spencer jumped out after me, followed finally by the Typhlosion. Several seconds later, the ice shattered into millions of tiny shards as the experimental Rhyhorn burst through to land on the ground behind us, its thick, rock-hard hide absorbing the impact. As it pawed the ground and lifted its horn at us, it looked even more like a rhino than before.

"We'll help your Typhlosion so your other Pokémon can save their energy for the 'reinforcements,'" I said before nodding to Rudy. We had just pulled out our Poké Balls to release Swift, Ebony, and Squirtle, but I then noticed that the battle seemed to be going nowhere. Tyson hadn't signaled his Pokémon to attack and was looking out in the distance. "Right on time," he mumbled.

"What...?" I said, turning to see several vehicles far off in the distance. "Wha-how'd they get here so fast?! We only crash landed like, five minutes ago!"

"I actually figured out that we'd crash near here when I was handling the wing rockets. I told the others in advance when I called them," Tyson explained, grinning.

"Ugh, this day just gets more insane by the minute!" Rudy exclaimed before we took off running. We soon realized, of course, that that wouldn't do any good. The Rockets would catch us anyway.

"Well, you think this would be a good time to go ahead and release all my Pokémon?" Spencer asked with a touch of sarcasm as he pulled out his Poké Balls.

I laughed slightly and simply responded, "Yeah, I'd think so," as he released the remainder of his Pokémon in a flash of white light. By now, we could see the jeeps that were rapidly getting closer. Spencer's Pokémon shifted nervously.

And then I felt the movement in my arms.

I looked down and saw Chibi struggling to stand and jump away, but this time he was truly out of energy.

"No, you gotta save your strength," I said to him. He looked up at me and attempted to create electricity, but failed. He lay back in my arms, swearing under his breath.

The jeeps pulled up and skidded to a stop, throwing dust into the air. Tyson jumped down from the plane and walked over with his Pokémon. He glanced at the Rockets in the jeeps before finally finding one that he wanted to talk to. I couldn't really see the Rocket from the distance and angle I was at, but I could hear snatches of conversation.

"You know, Tyson, when you said the transport jet was gonna crash I never guessed it'd be 'cause of a couple kids that you were supposed to be bringing to me." The voice was that of a girl, and evidently, she was the Rocket Executive I was supposed to be taken to.

"They're not just kids. One of em's older than the others and his Pokémon are a match even for my experimental Poké -" Tyson said.

"Tyson, your experiments are just plain sad. I never got why you'd waste your time training twisted freak Pokémon," she said.

"It was what I was assigned to do!" Tyson yelled. "Of course you wouldn't know what that's like cause the second you joined you were-"

"I was NOT always an Executive, and I'm sick of people always thinking that for me!" she yelled. I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about and I was especially confused at the fact that the Executive's voice and overall way of talking made her sound like a teenager. She probably was, but I was surprised that someone so young could be ranked an Executive on Team Rocket.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'll deal with them," she said, climbing out of the jeep. And then she stopped and stared long and hard at us. I couldn't see why, but regardless of that, the motion of pulling out a Poké Ball was as recognizable as ever.

From the Poké Ball burst out a flash of bright light that moved toward us with incredible speed even as it took its true form. It was an Arcanine, almost identical to Spencer's, with its thick orange and black coat and fluffy cream-colored mane. The firedog moved toward us swiftly and it was then that I could see the differences between the Rocket's and Spencer's Arcanine.

The mighty Pokémon was much larger for one, but its eyes had a certain ferocity only seen in one who has defeated nearly all they have challenged. It gave off an air of pure arrogance, the attitude of a seasoned fighter. Right then I realized that all of our Pokémon could never defeat all of the Rocket's Pokémon.

"Arcanine, cut off their escape and defeat that Typhlosion!" the Rocket yelled, her hand on another Poké Ball in case it was needed.

I was lost on what to do. Spencer looked as though he had just realized how hopeless the whole situation was. Rudy however, took off running behind us and yelled, "We can hide and attack from behind there so that her Pokémon wouldn't be able to directly attack us!"

I looked back and saw a ridge of rock jutting out from the mountain. What Rudy said made sense.

"There's nothing else we can do!" Spencer said, recalling his Dewgong because it couldn't run.

We sprinted after Rudy toward the rock wall, the Arcanine not far behind. Spencer's Typhlosion had stayed behind to protect us, but things weren't looking good. Despite the speed characteristic to Typhlosion, the Arcanine had managed to get in three slashes with its claws, only mildly burned in one place, while Typhlosion's fur was already scorched.

We reached the ridge and ducked back behind it. Spencer recalled his Typhlosion right before releasing, once again, the icy white seal known as Dewgong. The Arcanine let its whole body glow with flame before unleashing an immense wave of fire.

"DUUUUUgong gong gong!!!" Dewgong cried, shooting out a surge of water to meet the flame. Despite the Arcanine's incredible power, the water extinguished the bulk of the attack, leaving only small spurts of flame that hit the rock and died.

Of course, if the Arcanine really wanted to attack Dewgong, it could go around the rocks, but we could ambush it if it did. The Arcanine seemed to realize that and didn't come after us. Several seconds later, we heard the charging of more Pokémon. And then the obvious flaw in our spur of the moment strategy showed. We hadn't really thought about what would happen if we had to face multiple opponents.

Spencer clenched his teeth and said to his Pokémon, "Just wait for 'em, guys."

The second the Rockets' Pokémon turned the corner, Spencer yelled for all of his Pokémon to attack. Rudy's initial idea for hiding behind there worked-at first. Caught off guard, the Rockets' Pokémon were struck by several of the attacks. The victory was short-lived, however. Tyson's Rhyhorn and Sneasel and the Arcanine were among our attackers, only now there were three others as well.

The first and fastest was a Ponyta, a fairly small, off white horse, with a mane and tail made entirely of long streams of fire. The second, a Magmar, was an upright and vaguely reptilian creature with an orange beak, shiny crimson skin, and yellow flame patterns from its waist down. The last one greatly resembled Chibi in that it was a Raichu, the mature form of Pikachu. The rodent's short fur was smooth and dull orange with a white belly, and its tail was long, black, and skinny except for the part at the end, which was yellow and jagged.

But though it resembled Chibi, when I looked in its eyes I saw nothing but blank confidence. Not like the weird combination of rage and torment that Chibi seemed to give off. Right then, I wondered at exactly how much like Pikachu Chibi was. With normal Pokémon, you could see intelligence, emotion, and thought in their eyes, but with Chibi, it was sort of like there was more to his expression and emotion than there was even to humans'. I had a sudden wonder why Pokémon were treated like animals. Most of them were much more powerful than humans were and smarter too. Humans were so backwards. We controlled our superiors.

"Typhlosion, Fire Wheel, and crap, Dewgong's down...this isn't working!" Spencer yelled.

I was shaken from my thoughts to see Spencer's Pokémon losing badly. He had just recalled the ice seal in a beam of red, but I put down Chibi and turned to Firestorm, who had been standing next to me for the past few minutes. I pulled out of my pocket one of the few things I had salvaged from the items in the plane. I knelt and held out the item to him. It was small and red, shaped mainly like a flat case that was open at the front to reveal a CD-sized disc.

"It's a Technical Machine," I said, seeing the puzzled look on his face. "I don't think it's fair that Spencer's Pokémon have been doing all the work. We should help too-" I stopped. We? What was I going to do? Nothing-that was just it...heck, I wasn't even the Charmander's trainer. I shook the thought out of my head and continued. "This thing can teach you to use all of your power to create an attack called 'Fire Blast.' Would you be willing to learn it to help us fight them?" I asked.

Firestorm nodded almost immediately. Why was he so willing to fight? I wondered if he realized what kind of danger it would involve. With a sigh, I held the device several inches from his forehead and pushed the biggest button. The disc glowed for a few seconds and began spinning, giving off a sort of wave from what I had once read on TMs. Firestorm froze and looked as though he had been seized by some invisible force. Slowly, the disc slowed and I pulled it away, but he still had a sort of blank stare on his face.

I picked up Chibi again and looked back at the battle, only to see that all this time it had been going very wrong. Spencer had recalled his Arcanine, and things weren't looking good for the others. I started to pull out Swift's Poké ball, thinking he could stir up a sandstorm with his wings, but that would make all the Pokémon unable to see, not just the Rockets'.

And then, there was a brilliant flash of flames from behind me. A huge column of fire formed itself into a star shape and soared over us, filling the air around us with flaring embers. As I turned to see Firestorm spouting the intense flames, I wondered if he would always be able to attack like that.

It ended, and he sprang up and ran toward the fray, excited at his new power. Firestorm stopped and glowed, gathering energy again before blowing out a spurt of flame toward the battle. The second attack wasn't nearly as impressive as the first, though.

"Wha-what happened?" I asked.

Spencer turned from the battle. "What Charmander did before was just the initial reaction to the TM. That wasn't its real attack power. Teaching a weak Pokémon a powerful move doesn't really work. Trust me, I've tried it. But when it gets stronger, its attack power'll be something more like this," he said, turning back to the battle. "Typhlosion, use Fire Blast!!!"

The flaming Pokémon stopped what it had been doing and began to glow with an orange light. Suddenly, from the flare around its neck came an immense wave of flame that swept over the battlefield before becoming a star shape and aiming toward its target-the Raichu.

It tried to dodge the attack, but it was caught by one of the star's points and thrown into the swirling inferno. But then the assault ended, and it was thrown to the ground, burned, as the flames dissipated into the air. I had been thinking of how incredible the attack had been when I suddenly remembered the Entei... Its power...it had been so much more than even the awesome attack I had just seen. Running with flames erupting from its very skin. Miles of forest burnt in an instant. Just how powerful could Pokémon get?

With the Fire Blast attack, the battle was temporarily turned in our favor. But the odds were soon in the Rockets' favor again. Now just Typhlosion, Pidgeot, and Firestorm were still able to fight on our side. We needed help. And serious help, for that matter. I considered having Firestorm use Fire Blast into the air again to possibly signal to another trainer. Flying on Pokémon was a very popular way of travel, but then I remembered that Firestorm wouldn't be able to do the attack with as much power as he had the first time. And if Typhlosion stopped battling to try signaling for help, then we'd lose the most powerful fighter on our side.

"I can't think of anything more we can do!" Spencer said.

"But, we can't lose!" I said. "If we do..." I left the sentence unfinished. At least Tyson wasn't in control of us anymore. I figured that I'd rather be captured by the other Executive. But even still, what would she do to us?

In an instant, a huge high-pitched sound filled the air as an incredible orange and yellow energy beam surged through the air. The beam struck the Rockets' Pokémon perfectly, striking them with such force as to be only one attack-Hyper Beam. I looked up in the sky where it had come from and saw a tiny dot in the sky getting closer.

"AeeeeeerrRRRRRAAAAAAW!!!!" the dot called out, now close enough that I could tell it was an Aerodactyl. As it rapidly flew nearer, I could see that there was a person riding on its back.

"Hey, Jade!" the trainer yelled.

I jerked in surprise. I couldn't see who it was clearly yet, but I could never, ever forget that voice.

"What the-Ajia?!" I yelled.