Shawn Mazox
Member of the Prism League
His home, Celestic town
No direct affected RP'ers

"Let me get this straight"

Shawn paced his living room, a letter open on his coffee table and his assistant Vern standing before him.

"The Prism league has decided that the best course of action after the Bloodfall is to calm the riots raging through practically every city in every region. I have to admit, I agree with them on that part, but their plan of action is complete nonsense," Shawn reaches down, picks up the letter, and reads: "The Prism league elders have decided that the regions and cities with the least amount of rioting should be calmed first before moving on to large and more dangerous cities."

Shawn looked up and glared at Vern, as if this was his idea. Vern squirmed, poor man had never been good with dealing with angry or even annoyed people.

"That's- That's just what the plan is sir, I think that, um, if you helped out the small towns first, you could, um, get more supporters to follow your cause." Vern squeaked.

"I suppose that makes sense, the elders probably want support so they can worm their way into the main government and equalize themselves with team trainer." Shawn sighed and put the letter down again. "according to the letter, the elders want me to travel to several small towns in unova, Kanto, and Hoen. I will go, because they probably could use some medical help, but still... meh."

He turned and started walking toward his bedroom, pausing for a moment to tell Vern to get his flying gear. Vern left quickly, clearly glad to be away from the awkward situation. Now alone, Shawn began pulling out and sorting what he thought he would need. He quickly packed his travel medical kit, which contained his book of healing spell, though he knew it by heart, multiple full heals and hyper potions, his own herb mixes, as well as a small first aid kit. After packing clothes, his portable mirror, and a few personal trinkets, he noticed that his PCC's weren't in his room where he had left them.

This was odd, as the only time he didn't keep them in his room was when he had them on him, or when he had lent them to Vern, the only person he trusted enough to protect them. Vern probably has themHe thought, though he couldn't remember giving them to him. Putting down what he was holding, he went outside to see if he could catch Vern. What he saw made his blood freeze.

A large gang of tall, hooded people stood in Celestic town's middle clearing. Each one of them standing in front of their own Talonflame. All except one, who sat high upon the back of a large and rough looking Charzard. But this wasn't what made Shawn's blood freeze, though it certainly helped. No, what made him freeze were the three objects in the Charzard rider's hands: All three of Shawn's PCCs.

Who are these people? Why do they have my pokemon? I have to get them back! but I can't, I don't have the power to fight them. What am I going to do? For flip sake Shawn, move! MOVE! These thoughts ran quickly through Shawn's mind, but just as he steeled himself to do something, the charzard rider spoke.

"Thank you, elder of Celestic town, for giving me these gifts. Though admittedly, your town would be a little hotter if you hadn't" The rest of the group gave a few laughs at this, "Do tell Doctor Mazox that if he needs to use them, all he needs to do is call on us. That is, IF he can find us!"

With this last shout, all the riders mounted their birds and rose into the air as one. Hoever, just as they began to fly beyond the buildings, A large flash came from the Charzard, and A single pokemon jumped down to the nearest roof, a PCC clutch in its mouth.

"Ruby!" Shawn shouted, running toward his Luxray. The Charzard rider, who Shawn had decided must be the leader, did not share Shawn's enthusiasm for Ruby's release.

"All men, Fire single shots! Aim at will!" And then the town was ablaze. The riders turned and flew off, partially hidden by the smoke from the burning houses.

The fires were not a problem though, as Celestic town was home to many water pokemon, merfolk, and Chuas to control the fires. As Shawn helped heal some of the people who had been burned, he thought about what he had just witnessed. Clearly they group had come for his pokemon, but he didn'y know why. The town elder had given them his pokemon in hopes of protecting the village, something that deeply hurt Shawn, but something he also understood. Now however, he had two new problems: He had to rescue his pokemon, and he had o find safe passage to the villages he was suposed to travel too according to the Prism League. As he didn't know where the riders had flown off too, he would focus on the safe travel plan first.

Some time later, Ruby was safetly back in her PCC, and packed in Shawn travel bag. He had decided he would fly low through the trails to avoid the skies and possibly the rider group. Then he would take a Boat from SunnyShore city to Unova, where he would then fly to the town.

He quickly said his goodbyes and flew off, not wanting to waste any time. As He flew along the route however, an odd thought occured to him: The riders had spoken with high, rodent like voices I've known to come from Chuas, but every one of the riders were nearly 7 feet tall, and Chuas are not tall creatures.