01-17-2017, 04:58 AM
Mewtwo and Matrix emerged from the dirt trail and into the small settlement of Cinnabar side by side. Matrix’s one natural and one cybernetic eye scanned the immediate area for information, while Mewtwo remained stationary and peaceful. Matrix wasn’t fooled, however. He knew the Pokemon was utilizing his telepathic abilities to scour the area with a matching urgency.
“Anything?” Matrix abruptly asked. He really didn’t have the patience for Mewtwo’s naturally mysterious nature, at the moment.
“No,” Mewtwo admitted. This setback did not stall him in the least. He merely proceeded to the next thing he could have an impact on. “I’m going to speak with the Imperials.”
Matrix’s eyebrow on his one good eye perked up. “And what about Sabrina?”
“Disregard her,” Mewtwo waved a dismissive hand, having had time to ponder the situation now that his misdirected rage towards Matrix had settled. “She left with them. The most she can ask for, now, is to be but a cog in their system.”
“Then what do I need to do?” Matrix scoffed in annoyance. He wasn’t going to be sidelined while Mewtwo dealt with the rowdy ambassadors. That wasn’t his style, and Mewtwo wouldn’t make it so.
“There was another,” Mewtwo said, to his surprise. “Find out what he was here for. I’m sure he’ll be at the center of whatever that blast we heard was about.”
A proper manhunt? Finally, something that utilized his abilities properly. Matrix felt a tiny bit of control over his own destiny in this horrid realm at long last.
“Good enough,” Matrix nodded, and Mewtwo noted the satisfaction in his tone. “Regroup with what we have later.”
“Good luck, and be careful,” Mewtwo responded. “I fear dark forces have infiltrated Cinnabar.”
Matrix departed without another word, and Mewtwo continued in his own direction. It didn’t take long for Matrix to find a large crowd of disturbed and vocal Pokemon. The monsters either were not used to such public acts of terror, or thought they’d long since left such things behind. Matrix forced his way through the growing crowd with no hesitation, disregarding the ramblings of the various Pokemon that comprised the confused mob.
As he made his way through the mob, he fell in awe of what he saw. In the middle of the street was a crater, obviously the result of no small explosion. Something quite terrible had to have caused such a horrific blast, and yet the main culprit sat in a smoldering heap at the center of the same basin. Matrix didn’t find this comforting, because it only added to the mystery. What could bring down such a creature, and so boldly in such a public place?
To his small relief, near the charred and deformed corpse was a blue Yoshi, Syril. This being was a close ally of his, and certainly a welcome sight amidst the panic that was gripping this island in the aftermath of chaos. Indeed, he couldn’t surpress a grin from forming on his face as he approached his old friend.
“Syril,” Matrix greeted to Yoshi.
“Matrix,” the blue creature responded to the sprite in kind. “As much as I enjoy your company, I never seem to enjoy the circumstances.”
“Likewise,” Matrix agreed, before getting to business. “What happened here?”
“This is an Imperial bio-weapon,” Syril answered as he looked over the charred corpse of the monster, frowning in disdain.
“A bio-weapon?” Matrix repeated, with more than enough confusion evident.
“The Empire has a scientist that specializes in taking a little and getting…” Syril hesitated, before gesturing to the blackened corpse. “…a lot. Certainly someone most residents of this island are hiding from.”
“I see,” Matrix agreed with a slow nod. “The ambassadors brought it?”
“Probably,” Syril scoffed. “No telling what lows the Imperials will sink to once we let them on the island. I wish we’d been here to speak against such an arrangement.”
“I talked to Mewtwo,” Matrix said, keeping his eyes on the dead monstrosity. “I don’t think the Imperials will be an issue for much longer. I’m more worried about what this thing was doing.”
“We don't know for sure, but word is a fight broke out nearby,” Syril answered, crossing his stubby arms. “We apprehended the Imperial involved.”
“Of course,” Matrix almost had to laugh. How ridiculously transparent.
“But the one he was tracking is gone,” Syril responded. “There’s a Camelot astronomer on the island, but he got spooked by the same man. Didn’t get much out of him. He’s certainly a mystery.”
“Spooked? Why?” Matrix frowned in confusion. This was getting stranger and stranger.
“Apparently the astronomer is searching for some relic that’s important to Camelot,” Syril recollected. “But, he already met with two primes searching for it prior to this mystery man. Caira and… Zack, I believe were their names.”
“Zack?” Matrix asked with a cocked eyebrow. Odd name.
Syril shook his head. “Either way, he’s gone, now. I don’t know what we can do.”
“I’ll look around,” Matrix decided. “I want to get to the bottom of this so we can make sure it won’t happen again. We’re already in deep with the Liberation Front, we can’t afford to be dealing with the Empire and a bunch of vagabonds as well.”
“Fine,” Syril reluctantly agreed. “Where do you need me, then?”
“Here,” Matrix confessed. Syril was a proven skillset he was more than happy to have alongside him, but Mewtwo could only be in one place at a time, and Cinnabar was vulnerable.
“Alright,” Syril offered no resistance. He was a better team player than most. “I’ll check in with Mewtwo after we figure this out.”
“And I’ll search for this…” Matrix paused, unsure who exactly he was looking for.
Syril shook his head and shrugged.
“All we know is that he was called ‘The Sage.’”
“Anything?” Matrix abruptly asked. He really didn’t have the patience for Mewtwo’s naturally mysterious nature, at the moment.
“No,” Mewtwo admitted. This setback did not stall him in the least. He merely proceeded to the next thing he could have an impact on. “I’m going to speak with the Imperials.”
Matrix’s eyebrow on his one good eye perked up. “And what about Sabrina?”
“Disregard her,” Mewtwo waved a dismissive hand, having had time to ponder the situation now that his misdirected rage towards Matrix had settled. “She left with them. The most she can ask for, now, is to be but a cog in their system.”
“Then what do I need to do?” Matrix scoffed in annoyance. He wasn’t going to be sidelined while Mewtwo dealt with the rowdy ambassadors. That wasn’t his style, and Mewtwo wouldn’t make it so.
“There was another,” Mewtwo said, to his surprise. “Find out what he was here for. I’m sure he’ll be at the center of whatever that blast we heard was about.”
A proper manhunt? Finally, something that utilized his abilities properly. Matrix felt a tiny bit of control over his own destiny in this horrid realm at long last.
“Good enough,” Matrix nodded, and Mewtwo noted the satisfaction in his tone. “Regroup with what we have later.”
“Good luck, and be careful,” Mewtwo responded. “I fear dark forces have infiltrated Cinnabar.”
Matrix departed without another word, and Mewtwo continued in his own direction. It didn’t take long for Matrix to find a large crowd of disturbed and vocal Pokemon. The monsters either were not used to such public acts of terror, or thought they’d long since left such things behind. Matrix forced his way through the growing crowd with no hesitation, disregarding the ramblings of the various Pokemon that comprised the confused mob.
As he made his way through the mob, he fell in awe of what he saw. In the middle of the street was a crater, obviously the result of no small explosion. Something quite terrible had to have caused such a horrific blast, and yet the main culprit sat in a smoldering heap at the center of the same basin. Matrix didn’t find this comforting, because it only added to the mystery. What could bring down such a creature, and so boldly in such a public place?
To his small relief, near the charred and deformed corpse was a blue Yoshi, Syril. This being was a close ally of his, and certainly a welcome sight amidst the panic that was gripping this island in the aftermath of chaos. Indeed, he couldn’t surpress a grin from forming on his face as he approached his old friend.
“Syril,” Matrix greeted to Yoshi.
“Matrix,” the blue creature responded to the sprite in kind. “As much as I enjoy your company, I never seem to enjoy the circumstances.”
“Likewise,” Matrix agreed, before getting to business. “What happened here?”
“This is an Imperial bio-weapon,” Syril answered as he looked over the charred corpse of the monster, frowning in disdain.
“A bio-weapon?” Matrix repeated, with more than enough confusion evident.
“The Empire has a scientist that specializes in taking a little and getting…” Syril hesitated, before gesturing to the blackened corpse. “…a lot. Certainly someone most residents of this island are hiding from.”
“I see,” Matrix agreed with a slow nod. “The ambassadors brought it?”
“Probably,” Syril scoffed. “No telling what lows the Imperials will sink to once we let them on the island. I wish we’d been here to speak against such an arrangement.”
“I talked to Mewtwo,” Matrix said, keeping his eyes on the dead monstrosity. “I don’t think the Imperials will be an issue for much longer. I’m more worried about what this thing was doing.”
“We don't know for sure, but word is a fight broke out nearby,” Syril answered, crossing his stubby arms. “We apprehended the Imperial involved.”
“Of course,” Matrix almost had to laugh. How ridiculously transparent.
“But the one he was tracking is gone,” Syril responded. “There’s a Camelot astronomer on the island, but he got spooked by the same man. Didn’t get much out of him. He’s certainly a mystery.”
“Spooked? Why?” Matrix frowned in confusion. This was getting stranger and stranger.
“Apparently the astronomer is searching for some relic that’s important to Camelot,” Syril recollected. “But, he already met with two primes searching for it prior to this mystery man. Caira and… Zack, I believe were their names.”
“Zack?” Matrix asked with a cocked eyebrow. Odd name.
Syril shook his head. “Either way, he’s gone, now. I don’t know what we can do.”
“I’ll look around,” Matrix decided. “I want to get to the bottom of this so we can make sure it won’t happen again. We’re already in deep with the Liberation Front, we can’t afford to be dealing with the Empire and a bunch of vagabonds as well.”
“Fine,” Syril reluctantly agreed. “Where do you need me, then?”
“Here,” Matrix confessed. Syril was a proven skillset he was more than happy to have alongside him, but Mewtwo could only be in one place at a time, and Cinnabar was vulnerable.
“Alright,” Syril offered no resistance. He was a better team player than most. “I’ll check in with Mewtwo after we figure this out.”
“And I’ll search for this…” Matrix paused, unsure who exactly he was looking for.
Syril shook his head and shrugged.
“All we know is that he was called ‘The Sage.’”