Daily Pokemon Stories

[Noblejanobii]

Today's Pokemon is...

The Launch Pokemon, our first official Ultra Beast, #797, Celesteela!

Spoiler:

“Thank you all for attending this meeting. I realize the call for this was quite short notice, but the situation in Alola has grown dire. I am Agent Looker of the International Police, and welcome to Operative UB.”

Jalal Attar stroked his rough black beard as he watched the tall detective at the front of the room give a speech. The man claimed he and the six others sitting in the room had been summoned for an emergency. If Jalal had to guess, it was due to rumored worm holes opening all across Alola. However, only one of the people sitting in the room currently was actually from Alola, and it was not Jalal, so he was not even sure exactly what happened. Still, this sounded like a result of that. Jalal barely paid attention as Agent Looker introduced each of the team members. He’d only acquaint himself with them if he had to work with them. He stood up and bowed as he was introduced.

“This is Agent Shock, and his partner, Rotom. He is an electric type specialist from the Sinnoh Branch of the PBI. With his experience in witnessing the Giratina incident some time ago, he was an ideal candidate to chase after Ultra Beasts, who can warp space and time it seems. He will be handling the ultra beast, Celesteela, a steel/flying type from what we can tell.” With that, Agent Looker moved on to the next agent and Jalal sat down. He felt a nudge on his shoulder and saw his partner beside him. Rotom smiled at him before turning his attention to Looker.

“If you will all head over to Anabel, she will deliver to you the things you need.” Jalal stood up and walked over to Anabel. He waited patiently for the purple haired woman to gather the supplies then pass them to Jalal. Jalal took the bag then exited the motel room. He still didn’t understand why they could not just find a more secure spot. Unclipping a pokeball from his belt, Jalal tossed it in the air. On the top of the things that he had been handed was a destination listed as Ula’Ula island. That was the one closest to Johto culture, if Jalal remembered his Alolan culture correctly. The man looked down at the yellow bird in front of him, an Oricorio from Melemele Island.

“Fly,” he commanded. The bird chirped before fluttering to Jalal’s shoulder. Rotom dove into Jalal’s bag before he took off, flying towards Ula’Ula island. Jalal got a few strange looks as he landed. He knew this wasn’t the normal form of transportation between islands. Usually the natives used Charizards, but Jalal felt more confident in his own pokemon. He began to look around to gather details of his surroundings.

A ship had just docked. Several people were getting off, including a young man and lady with what Jalal presumed was a younger sibling. The buildings were all definitely based on Ecruteak City in design, but Maile City seemed to have its own feel to it. The place wasn’t busy but it wasn’t abandoned either, also reminiscent of the Johto city base. Jalal looked up ahead on the street to see the entrance to the garden taped off. Something told him that’s where he was supposed to go. Returning his Oricorio to its pokeball, he began to make his way to the garden, picking up bits and pieces of conversation along the way.

“I know we are in a rush, but would it be okay if I treated you to an Alolan delicacy?”

“Did you see the latest fashions they have displayed in the clothing store?”

“The library might be the best place to look for that.”

“Extra extra! Monsters plague Alola! Read all about it!”

Jalal listened closely, finding some pleasure in the eavesdropping. He didn’t talk much on his own because he really enjoyed listening to others. He wasn’t sure why but it mattered little to him. Maybe one day he’d understand, but for now he’d settle with just talking to his pokemon. Walking up to the tape, Jalal flashed his badge and was escorted inside. Jalal was not sure what he had been expecting, but what appeared before him was not it.

The entire garden was abandoned, giving the atmosphere a much tenser feeling. The beautiful appearance was somewhat ruined by the destroyed architecture and the large ultra beast resting in the middle of the garden. Jalal tapped his bag and looked up as Rotom appeared.

“Heat,” Jalal said simply. Rotom spun and suddenly shifted into his oven form, ready to take on the ultra beast. Jalal and Rotom approached the large silver being, its body greatly outsizing its head. It straightened as Jalal approached before suddenly releasing a series of seed bombs. Rotom reacted without instruction. It released a thunderbolt, exploding them all. This startled the beast, causing it to cry out and launch more seed bombs. Rotom ducked and weaved, before releasing another thunderbolt straight at the ultra beast.

Jalal stood back and let Rotom do its work. He trusted his partner to know what to do. He skimmed over the instructions that had been given to him. Jalal expanded the unique pokeball he had been given as well, realizing he would have to catch the beast. Intriguing. They wanted to study it. He frowned a little. Jalal wondered if they were going to experiment on it. He shook his head. It was none of his concern really anyway.

Jalal heard a cry from his Rotom and looked up to see the Celesteela starting to wobble. Now was the time to strike. Jalal threw the beast ball at the ultra beast and it sucked in the ultra beast, clicking without hesitation. Jalal picked it up then began to return to headquarters.

Upon his return, Jalal noted that he was the last to return. Curious. He stepped forward to place the beast ball in the carrying case. He hesitated.

“What will be done with them?”

“They will be studied,” Anabel answered simply. That didn’t answer his question.

“Hey man just put the ball up! I want to go home,” someone complained. But Jalal was suspicious. It was almost like he was being hired as a bounty hunter. Despite the fact this pokemon was an alien, Jalal already had it set in his mind he was going to protect this ultra beast. Jalal pulled the ball back closer to him before sprinting out of the motel. He could hear shouts of protest as he charged into Lush Forest.

The sounds of nature surrounded Jalal as he charged deeper and deeper, the beast ball clutched tightly in his hand. He had to escape, he had to protect this pokemon. It was his duty as a PBI agent! Jalal heard shouts from somewhere in the forest, but he was moving away from the source, which was good for now.

“Give me back my bag!” Jalal thought he could faintly hear the laughter of a Passimian at the comment but decided to ignore it. He had a more important job to do. Reaching the opposite end of the forest, Jalal exited to the top of the route the motel was on and began to sprint towards the volcanoes. He glanced down at the beast ball in his hand and continued to charge forward, his life as an outlaw looking like it was about to begin.