Mewtwo-Z's Story

Smiling good naturedly Cu sits down cross legged on the deck simply content to watch Luna eat. He laughs, "I guess you were hungry." Picking up on the fish himself he scrapes the scales loose and begins eating the fish raw, not minding the flavor. Sushi was quite good, even if this wasn't quite the same thing. "You should eat as well Zee," Cu calls, not remembering the last time he saw his friend eat.

"I prefer bird food..." Zee answered, only to look up at the Lapras who had now circled the entire boat to face him, "I mean, I prefer nuts, seeds..." He was staring at her, eye to eye, feeling uncomfortable.

"Do you know my friends?" Luna asked as she slowly leaned forward until there was a clonk of skull colliding with helmet, "You wouldn't be giving them any trouble would you?"

Zee shuffled uncomfortably. "Cu. Please call your friend off she is making me uncomfortable."

Cu watched the strange byplay between the two mons bewildered. Only being able to understand half of the conversation was bothersome. He really needed to hurry up and learn this language. He laughed as head met helmet. It was clear to anyone the normally unflappable Zee was nervous, though Cu didn't know why. Hearing the pleading in his friends voice Cu sighs before standing, making his way to stand near them. Gently placing his hand on Luna's brow he applies gentle pressure to push her away.

"Alright, alright, give'im some space." He said it while laughing, but their was an undertone of command that was hard to hear and a sharpness to his eyes that wasn't quite revealed.

Back at the office the environment was at least air conditioned and Alexander seemed at ease once more. The doors opened and Zee walked in still armoured up as the first day he met Alexander. "Hello Zee, how are you doing?" he asked in an amiable and social tone.

Zee stared for a moment before he answered, clearly awkward about the casual greeting of his boss. He still wasn't sure how to handle it. "I am well. I sensed earlier the psychic blackhole vanishing and I assumed it was you. Was I correct?"

"Right you are. With your double confirmation it is gone I feel safely assured that it is trapped inside my safe right now inside a custom pokeball. I'll have to dispose of it still, but for the time being it is completely contained. You are safe to resume your duties of hunting down the Charmeleon and Sandslash."

Zee tilted his head to the side, staring at the safe for a moment, then turned his head back to Alexander. "Oh. I... Well I had thought you dealt with them, but I'll resume my search at once. I just don't currently have any idea where they might be."

Praeceps stands perfectly still, letting the cool of the office seep into him and calm his nerves as he stands in the shadow of a chair, watching the powerful, immensely powerful psychic pokemon, standing in its blind spot, if a psychic could have such a thing as the boss talks with it. His claws flex reflexively as he is ready to move on it at a moments notice. Damn it, Verse! Way to leave a guy in a lurch. It set his teeth on edge, and he barely knew what to do.

Alexander gave a small shake of his head. "The 'psychic blackhole' as it were, took priority. We've been put in the most unfortunate position of flushing them out of one safehouse that we knew of into another that we don't." He raised his hands in an admitting shrug.

"I will... See what I can do." With that, Zee turned about and made for the door.

Alexander, also done with the matter, swiveled on his chair to face out the window.

Zee landed lightly on the deck one foot at a time as his psychic field dispersed, letting him land. "Cu, are you here?" came from his helmet as he wandered up to the front of the ship. Luna was at the side of the ship leaning against it with her head flopped over and asleep.

While the fishing even a fair distance from the reef would be bountiful, full of a wide variety of strange giant clams, an assortment of sometimes vicious fish and things that just didn't seem to be alive or have a face, there was no red Garydos. Even if it was real, there was small chance of it being around.

A loud laugh can be heard from the cabin as Cu comes up the stairs, a cold beer in his hand. "Where else could I be my friend? We're moored in the middle of the ocean." Laughing again he takes a long draw off the bottle. Staring at the sky as he does so.

"What's up?

A smile crossed Zee's features, taking small comfort at basking in the endless happiness his friend seemed to have. He wandered to the front of the ship and sat cross-legged, staring in the ocean. "Still no beast?" he asked, just making idle chatter. He felt it would be rude to just ask outright what he really was there for. Cu was a friend, not a resource.

"Aye, the beast yet alludes me," He says, flopping down onto the deck next to Zee, letting his legs dangle of the edge of the ship. "It will come in time, a goal is pointless without a journey after all." Wisdom doled out he takes another long draw form his bottle, before laying back onto the deck. Staring up into the sky.

"What troubles you Zee?"

Zee tilted his head down. "Am I ---" his helmet annoyingly cut out and he waited a few moments before finishing his sentence, "So obvious?" He raised his head back up to look at Cu, then out at the ocean. "Where do fish hide from predators?" he asked as he stared out in the water. Was he a predator? He didn't feel like it, but at the same time he was hunting for work and that could sort of be considered a meal. He didn't like thinking of himself a as a predator...

"Hah! You are no more obvious than anyone else," His beer empty he slings the bottle over his shoulder unerringly into the waste basket, already moving to pop the top on another one. Laughing all the while. And ginving Zee a friendly slap on the shoulder. He frowns momentarily at Zee's question. Before shrugging and answering honestly.

"Where they feel safe. Where they think the predator won't look for them."

Zee rocked with the slap and caught a glance of the water a little closer. "Well that could be anywhere... Why do they form big groups? Wouldn't that make it easier for predators to eat them?" He was obviously talking about shoals, but he didn't know the word for it.

"Nope, grouping up lets them have more eyes, two heads are better than one after all. Makes it easier to see a predator coming. Or, if the shoal is big enough, it might even scare away a predator," Sighing as he drinks he continues. "And, if worse comes to worse, one can be sacrificed for the good of the rest." Laughing he stands, heading to get his chair and set it up. "But, that's fish for you."

Zee rose up to two feet and grasped the edge of the boat so he could lean over and stare into the water. "How it must feel to be so weak," he said introspectively, though it sounded as neutral as ever, "To be able to think like a single fish in the shoal. I wish I were so." He turned his head towards Cu for a moment and nodded. "Thank you Cu, you have been a big help. Do you want me to buy you something while I'm on land? A pack of beers and a bag of ice?" he offered as he started walking to the opposite end of the boat.

"No problem Zee, Always glad to help. No thanks, I'm all set." That said, pops a capsule, a cooler appears next to him. he sets in his chair, leaning back into it with a sigh. Throwing his beer bottle once more into the waste basket. "Just remember, Don't get so caught up in the details you forget to live, yeah? Don't be a stranger." He waves over his shoulder as he sets his line into the still waters.

Natasha's head turned around to spot the now floating Verse that was rising to her head height and above, until she met him in the air once more by standing. Her eyes were narrowed, examining, and she seemed tense.

"I can't..." Verse answered with a look of dry concern on his features. A shimmer of a light sphere flashed around him, then a moment later it become a solid transparent sphere of blue. "Shoot..."

A moment later a matching field expanded out from the air slowly pushing people away until there was a clearing in the middle of the league entrance with only Bic and Natasha inside. The responsible figure approached, eyes glowing blue behind his helm, one arm raised to control the sphere containing Verse and with a human lackey armed with pistol at his side.

"Yield," spoke Zee's helmet with none of the menace he wanted it to carry.
Blake to the side raised his gun and aimed for the pair. "You heard what he said. Surrender and nobody has to get hurt."

But beneath Bic Natasha was already tensed and her head was tilted low, horn aimed for the human. "Knight-killer," she spat.

Wanting to say something, but not wanting to give his prey the time to react, Bic tenses the moment their enemy comes into view. The human had a gun, but he knew he could handle that. First order of business was getting Verse free so he and Natasha could retreat and regroup with the others. His legs tense, just as the human is speaking Bic leaps without any warning, rocketing off Natasha's back in a burst of flame faster than a normal eye could see. Roaring, hoping to startle his armored foe into dropping Verse, the parts of his body he could convert already metal adding to his striking force, as well as the danger of his claws and fangs.

"Both of you run! Get the others!" He yells, while still in the air. Not waiting for a response as he shoots towards the psychic.

Zee's free hand rose making a grasping gesture at the air and a sphere curled around Bic, at first moving with him then slowly pulling back until his momentum struck against the front end inches away from an unblinking Mewtwo. "I would prefer to do this the peaceful way," he said, gesturing the sphere with Verse towards the one with Bic, but a whinny caught his attention a moment later as Natasha charged.

She had barely noticed Bic's charge for all the rage surging through her body. "Don't do it!" Blake shouted with firearm aimed for her, but she wasn't listening. In a split second she charged, fire scorching at her heels as she bolted for him. And then a moment later Blake's eyes closed and the trigger was pulled. Screams came from nearby people who watched the entire thing playing out as a lifeless equine body hit the floor with a thud and a trickle of blood oozing from a ring in their forehead. Blake swallowed and opened his eyes, hands trembling so badly he almost looked like he was going to drop the gun.

Zee's head turned towards him and his eyes narrowed. "Why," he stated, anger in his belly not reflected in the voice of his helmet, "Do you see what could have been avoided?" His head turned towards Bic and Verse and the spheres vanished, replaced with a choking grip around their necks, squeezing down, pressing the air out, squeezing until there was nothing left but darkness.

Bic snarls as he comes to a stop inches from his target, his claws raking against the sphere. Eyes intent on the psychic. "Let me loose and I'll be gentle, real peaceful like." Banter, it was something he'd never done before in his old home, it was a surface concept. He'd adapted to it quickly enough, grinning ferally until he hears Natasha's whinny, and Verse's cry for someone to stop. And then he heard the gun shot. Bic mouth hangs open as everything seems to happen in slow motion as Natasha's body falls, so, very, very slowly. Hitting the ground with a dull thump the flames on her body going out as blood oozes from a hole in her head.

His mind blanks, images of the equine flash through his mind. So full of life, always there, always supporting him. And then he stops thinking at all. His eyes narrow to black points centered on the human that had killed his friend. The whites of his eyes disappearing, turning red as he thrashes in the sphere holding him, his body glowing red with the intensity of the heat as he howls, claws scraping against the containment, chipping with the force. His teeth press into the field, raking against the energy leaving boiling, tarry saliva to run down it in thick lines and be burned away by his own flames. Completely reverted to a savage rage, there were no thoughts running through Bic's mind. Save the desire to kill the human that had hurt his pack. Not even noticing as the air is choked out of him, even as his vision blackens he struggles to get at the human. One word running through his mind.

Kill, KIll, KILl, KILL!