FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the companies of anything in this story, but I do own one or more item(s) they themselves make, or were issued the said item(s). To any lawyer that reads this, I'm not fleshing this out because I don't want to give away any of the story. This disclaimer also applies to the rest of the story, just like the previous one. Remember, if you do sue me over this, you can have the last five dollars in my savings account, as I'm just a poor college student that is in the US Army ROTC program. Not worth the effort, IMHO.

Author's Note: Yes, that last part was necessary... Okay, not really but onto the story. FYI story takes place after Diamond and Pearl series, and I am RPing the main character. The thought process would be my own. Whether it's "correct" or not, politically or militarily, is not important to me. It's what I would do, with _ my _ experience, _ my _ mindset, and _ my _ views in a situation like this.

Chapter One: A New World

I slowly woke up. I heard a constant beeping noise that reminded me of something. I had heard that noise before, but from where? Suddenly, a thought came into my mind. I had fallen asleep while suffering from hypothermia. That realization sent adrenaline rushing though my system and I heard the beeping noise speed up. I forced my eyes open with my adrenaline-enhanced strength. My eyes hurt from the overhead lights and I was force to blink several times. I slowly sat up and looked around. The first thing I noticed was a curious lack of pain, which I had expected considering how hard I pushed my muscles in the ocean. Second thing I noticed was that, I was in a white room, and now that I was wide-awake, I realized it was a hospital room. EKG machines, heart monitors, IVs, and various other medical devices were in the room, which confirmed that detail to me. I had one IV in me; the bag was filled with a clear liquid, so I guessed I was hooked up to a saline IV.

The room I was in was an average sized room. To my left, on the wall across from me was a door, and another one was on the wall to my right. There was a good-sized window on the wall to my left, looking out onto a village/town-like area with some trees around. The scene looked almost like it was from a cartoon. It seemed that it was fall, right now. Strange as it was just the beginning of summer when I woke up in the drink... My bed was the only bed in the room, instead of the stereotypical two or three beds to a room. I heard someone open a door to my right. I turned and saw a woman, in a cartoon-stereotype nurse's outfit.

"Oh good, you're awake," she said in a light, cheerful voice, "We were worried for a while. You've been out for a few days now."

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're in the Pokémon Center in Sandgem Town," she replied. I could almost feel my train of thought derail. 'WHAT!'

"Wait, where?!" I asked again.

"The center in Sandgem Town," she replied with a little uncertainty. 'Okay, what's going on?' I thought, 'I've never heard of this cit...You have got to be kidding me...Pokémon?! What is going on here?! Alright, calm down, Cadet. Think. What is important is not losing your head and blending in until you can find out what happened. Better to fly under the radar than to paint a bull's-eye on your head.'

"Ah, sorry. I thought you said something else," I said as I scrambled to get off my "back-foot" in this conversation. A quick check on my knowledge on the Pokémon world, reminded me that Sandgem town was in Sinnoh, and that I was in deep trouble as I had neither a trainer's license, nor any money to pay for the help I had just received. Another thought then struck me, 'I wonder if I'll run into Ash... Guess I'll find out once I get out of here.' "So what's the damage, Nurse Joy?" I asked.

"Well, besides a bad case of hypothermia, there were several bumps and bruises. What exactly happened?" she asked.

"I don't remember. I woke up floating in the ocean. I saw this island in the distance, so I swam toward it. I was just able to drag myself onto the beach before I passed out," I answered.

"So you just woke up in the ocean? Do you remember releasing your Lucario when you got to the beach?" she asked.

"Lucario?!" I said.

"Yes, your Lucario..." she said, suddenly unsure.

"I don't have a Lucario. I also don't have a trainer's license, so..." I trailed off.

"Well, this Lucario brought you in here..." she said as she pointed toward the ground. I looked down and noticed a Lucario stand near the foot of the bed. A real, live Lucario! I was shocked. I knew that they were rare in the Pokémon world, but to see one and get rescued by one...

"Ah...Th-thank you, Lucario. Both of you. I owe you both my life," I said. The Lucario seemed to blush and looked away, while Nurse Joy just smiled.

"My pleasure," she said with her trademark smile.

"Ah, do either of you know where my clothes are? I would like to change back into my clothes," I said, slightly embarrassed.

"The Lucario also brought this pack with you, is this yours?" she asked as she held up a US Army rucksack. I sat up and looked at it. It had two strips of silver tape on it, as well as two smaller strips of woodland-camouflage of tape around the lowest parts of the padding on the shoulder straps. It also had a Kevlar helmet with a suicide strap, along with a digital-camo cover that went over it. That was my AROTC (A/N: Army Reserve Officer Training Corp) rucksack, and K-pot. I had turned that thing in when my school ended for the summer... 'How did that get here?'

"Yeah, that's my ki- I mean, that's mine," I said, tripping over the usual slang I use. She set it do beside me, on the bed, as the Lucario looked at it and me curiously. I opened the rucksack quickly and saw a pair of my ACUs (A/N: Army Combat Uniform), along with three tan T-shirts, several pairs of black socks, a tan belt, one PC (A/N: Patrol Cap), my LBE (A/N: Load Bearing Equipment), two canteens, and a pair of 5.11 HRT boots. I grabbed one ACU, one tan T-shirt, a pair of socks, the belt, the PC, my boots, and my watch, which was on a nightstand next to my bed. I took the IV out of my arm, got off the bed, and faced Nurse Joy and the Lucario.

"I'll go get changed now," I said as I moved past them.

"Alright, but if you need any help let me know," Nurse Joy responded. She then left the room but the Lucario stayed. I then walked over to the other door in the room, and found it lead to a bathroom. The Lucario just followed me with its eyes. I went in and shut the door behind me. Ten minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom in my ACU uniform. All of the patches were in place, which I know I had left at home when I turned my uniform in as well as when I left for Hawaii, and I had my PC in my left thigh pocket. The Lucario looked at me, and then ran over to my side. I kneeled down and put my hand on its shoulder.

"I owe you my life, if there is ever anything you need. Just ask. I would hate to leave a debt like this go unpaid," I said as I looked it in the eyes. I remembered that Lucarios could speak in English, or Japanese depending what version of the movies/TV shows you watched, and was wondering if it would say something.

"You're welcome. There is something that I would like," a high-pitched voice replied. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I knew Lucarios were strong, but both my rucksack and I, together, easily weighed over 220 pounds. I was surprised that a female Lucario could still carry both of us and, if I remembered the maps from the games/movies/anime correctly, quite a distance from the beach near Sandgem town to here.

I quickly shook off my shock and replied calmly and inquisitively, "What?"

"I'd like to travel with you." I was just able to stop my jaw from physically dropping. The first thing that ran through my mind was shock that a Lucario wanted to travel with me. Second was that I would have an actual Pokémon. My third thought quickly sobered me up. I wasn't a trainer or anything in this world. I didn't even exist as far as I knew; not to mention that I didn't have any Pokéballs or money... 'This is going to get interesting. And I don't mean the good kind of interesting, talk about SNAFU (A/N: Situation Normal: All Fouled Up),' I thought as I tried to figure out a way to explain this to her without giving myself away.

"Uh, I would love to, uhmm, but I don't think that I, uh, can. I mean, umm, I don't have any money or Pokéballs so..." I said. The Lucario looked at me as if I was crazy.

"What do you mean? I thought all humans that traveled around were 'trainers' or something," she replied. I continued to scramble for answers, I tried to keep calm but I knew the moment she checked my aura, the gig was up. I was fighting an uphill battle, a very steep uphill battle

"I mean that...Umm, I'm not a...I would have no way of protecting you..." I said. At this point in time, the thought of just explaining my situation to her seemed appealing but...Could I trust her with such knowledge?

"A human, protect a Pokémon? Are you sure, you didn't hit your head or something? I always thought it was the other way around," she asked confused, "I know you're hiding something. Your aura is screaming that much at me. Why are you scared of me?" 'Looks like that cat is outta the bag...' I thought, 'Note to self: Do not become a spy or a politician. I can't lie for crap! Especially to a Psychic Pokémon, or one that can read my aura,' I sighed as I tried to figure a way out of this. Seeing none, I gave up.

"Alright, I'll tell you the truth. Can I trust you to not tell anyone? And I mean, no one," I asked as I figured out exactly how much I should tell her. I knew that the fact that everything I know about this world being a game, movie, or anime series is staying "need-to-know" but should I explain that I'm a soldier? Or that I'm from a country that doesn't exist here?

"I promise not to tell anyone, but why would you ask me that?" she asked.

"What I know can...hurt a lot of people, and...Some of the stuff I'm going to tell you...You might not even believe..." I said as I tried to buy time to figure out how much she needed to know. 'Man, OPSEC (A/N: OPerational SECurity) is harder than it looks...' I thought as I decided to just tell her the minimum I could. "First off, I'm going to need you not to interrupt me, okay? If you have any questions, please wait until the end. I'll answer what I'm allowed to, or am able to. My name is Cadet Eric Fischer. I'm a part of an organization called the United States Army. I come from a nation called the United States. What I told Nurse Joy about what I remember is completely true. I don't remember how I ended up in the ocean, but I can guess. Where I am from, I'm considered a person that defends others from harm; even if in that defense it costs me my life. I am still in training to do this job, and it's the reason I have the rank of 'Cadet,' which is just a fancy way of saying 'Officer-in-training.' I know a little about this place, but I can't tell you from where I know the information I have," I said before I stopped to think about where I wanted to go after that, and to see if anyone was walking in the hallway outside, "Also, everything I have, as far as information goes, is second-hand or even third-hand information. I've never seen this place in my life. One last thing I can tell you is that, I have never seen a Pokémon in my life. Where I am from, there are no Pokémon. Unfortunately, everything else is classified and I can't tell you, at least not yet." She just stood there looking at the ground, obviously digesting everything I just said. We sat there for at least a minute before she looked at me in the eye. I got a feeling she was reading my aura to see if I was telling the truth.

"I don't know why, but I believe you. I do have one question. Where is this United States?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm lost...and would very much like to find my way back home," I said, as suddenly the task in front of me, truly hit me. I suddenly felt very small with this very daunting, and demanding, challenge in my way. 'I wonder how long it will be, before the Army lists me as "AWOL," or "MIA." And I wonder how much longer it will be before they label me as "MIA presumed KIA..."' I thought suddenly. That thought chilled me to the bone. Fear welled up inside and self-pity hit me hard. I hated where these thoughts were taking me, so I forced myself to focus on the here and now. I was alive and well, and have someone who seems to be willing to help me find my way home. 'A step at a time, Eric,' my mother's voice said in my head, 'Just one step at a time.' Suddenly the thought that I might never see my parents or friends again hit me.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I held them back with everything I could muster. 'Is this how a soldier, much less an officer, acts?!' I mentally berated myself, 'What kind of a soldier are you?! What kind of person are you?!' The voice suddenly changed to Master Sergeant Davis' voice, 'Is this how you're going to act when you're in the field when lives are at stake?! This is nothing compared what real combat is like! Are you a baby, or a man?! Grow up already! What about when you take casualties?! Are you going to sit there and cry like a baby when you lose men under your command?! There is a time and place for that, but here is not the time to be feeling sorry for yourself, Cadet. Dig Deep, Cadet!' "Gopher Strong," I whispered as I forced those thoughts from my mind. Pride in my battalion, and in my uniform, suddenly filled my heart. I felt a strength that wasn't my own fill my body. I could almost feel a fire light in my very soul. A final thought crossed my mind, 'You'll never be alone, so long as you live.'

"What was that?" the Lucario asked, as she ducked to look me in the eye. I couldn't help but smirk at the confused look on her face.

"A reminder, from my brothers-in-arms," I said as I reached over with my left hand and placed it on the US Flag patch on my right shoulder.

"From who? I didn't hear anything..." she said as she looked around, trying to find out who suddenly boosted my spirits.

"I don't think you can understand. Not unless you serve," I said softly as I wiped the tears from my eyes and then laid a hand on her shoulder, "Can you help me find my way back home?"

She looked and nodded firmly, "Yes." I smiled again.

"Thank you, my friend," I said softly. I then stood up and searched through my rucksack to see if I could find my wallet. I found it in one of the pouches on the ruck. I opened it and was surprised to find that everything was completely dry; nothing had seemed to have gotten wet. I quickly tossed the mystery out of my mind and put the wallet in my left pocket, out of habit. I also checked to see if my Blackberry had also made the mysterious trip unscathed. However, I couldn't find it. What I did find was my .45 ACP Smith & Wesson pistol, along with several fully loaded clips, about 200 rounds of ammunition in fifty-round boxes, and a thigh holster. I habitually checked the pistol to see if it was locked and loaded. Ten rounds in the magazine, and nothing in the chamber. I made sure the safety was on, and put it in the thigh holster. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I strapped the holster to my right thigh, and did a quick check to see if I could draw the weapon quickly. The thoughts of 'Where did this ammo come from?' 'Where did this holster come from?' and 'How did this gun, and the rest of this kit, get here?' entered my mind, but I dismissed them. I'd figure out the mystery later. What I needed to focus on was how to find my way home.

"What's that?" asked Lucario, as she pointed at my pistol.

"A gift from my father. It's a weapon that we use back home. I was going to try, and take it into the service with me. Still have yet to figure out how...Anyway, it's a forty-five ACP pistol. Let's just say, if I use this thing, whatever I'm aiming at is going to fall to the floor in extreme pain," I explained. She accepted the explanation and watched as I picked up my rucksack and settled it on my back. "Ready to figure out how I'm gonna pay the bill?" I asked with a smile. She smiled back and nodded.

"Let's go," she said. I walked over and held open the door.

"Ladies first," I said with a bow. She looked at me with a slightly confused look, but then smiled and laughed as she walked through. I chuckled slightly as I followed her out. We walked down a nondescript hallway, and came to the lobby of the Center. The lobby was deserted save for Nurse Joy manning the front desk. The two of us walked up to the front desk.

"Nurse Joy, I'm ready to sign out," I said. I started to worry about paying, but I was ready to do whatever I needed to do to pay for the care I was given.

"Alright, but I need to ask one question. Just who are you?" she asked.

"My name's Eric Fischer," I replied.

"I can't seem to find your Trainer's registration..." she said after she typed it into the computer next to her.

"Um, I'm not a trainer..." I said dreading what was coming up next.

"Oh, okay. Well, I assume that you are old enough to become one. If you want, you could head to Professor Rowan's Lab if you want to register. Other than that, you're free to leave," she said. I was able to stop my physical reaction to that statement.

"So, I don't owe you anything?" I asked.

"Nope, free of charge," she said with her trademark smile. 'Well, that's a load off my mind,' I thought as I looked down at Lucario and smiled. She of course smiled back. 'I might as well become a trainer. Who knows, it might come in handy in the future. It also would definitely come in handy as I create a cover identity,' I thought as I looked back up at Nurse Joy.

"Well, thanks again, Nurse Joy. I owe you one, okay? I do intend to pay that back. I hate leaving debts unpaid," I said as I turned and left the Center with a wave.

"Take care," she replied. The two of us walked outside, and I quickly took in our surroundings. It was a small town, and decided to just explore. Once I had found Professor Rowan, I would become a trainer and go from there.

"So what do we do now?" asked Lucario.

"We explore," I said as I just chose a direction and started walking. There were a few people out and about, running various errands, children playing with their Pokémon, and people doing chores around their homes. I found a small café, and sat down at a table facing away from the café. When a waiter came up and gave me a glass of water, I thanked him but declined ordering anything. I told him I was waiting for someone, and that we were going to meet up at the café. Lucario stayed silent during the entire exchange.

Most people call what I was doing, "people watching." I'd never done it before, but I just sat there and watched how everyone interacted with one another. Luckily it seemed that the culture was quite similar to any Western civilization, like the US or Canada. Once I thought I knew enough, I looked behind me for the waiter and saw him busy with another few customers. I then carefully got up, Lucario following my lead, and quickly left the café while making the least amount of noise possible.

After I left the café, I decided to try and locate Professor Rowan's lab. I debated internally whether to ask someone for directions, or to just try and find it on my own.

"What was the point of that?" asked Lucario, knocking me from my deliberations. I checked my watch, and made a mental note of the time.

"Just to see if the culture around here is the same as the one back home," I said as I randomly chose a direction and started walking.

"But you didn't do anything..." she said as she cocked her head quizzically.

"Ah, but I did. I observed people going about their daily lives. I learned what they did by watching. You'd be surprised what can be learned by just watching someone," I explained as we continued to walk down the road, "For a man in my occupation, the skills in observations are the most key. They could mean the difference between life and death, easily. ATD, attention to detail. The smallest thing escaping your notice, as a soldier, can easily kill you, or others, on the battlefield."

"Oh..." she said in a way that plainly stated, 'I don't get it.'

"You'll get used to it, and eventually you'll understand. For whatever reason, learning through observation always came easily to me," I said as we walked. I noticed that the road we had been walking on turned into a dirt road, and from what I remembered from the anime, Professor Rowan's lab was on a dirt road. It also had a three bladed windmill. 'I wonder if the anime is really accurate...I guess I'll have to find out...' I thought as we continued to walk.

"Oh by the way, do you have a name?" I asked.

"No, I don't," Lucario replied, "I've always just been called Lucario."

"Do you want a name, a human name I mean..." I said, worried I might have offended the only friend I had on the entire island.

"Yes, I would like one," she said with a small laugh, "but I'd like to pick it out if you don't mind."

"Ah, I'm not the best with names..." I said, slightly embarrassed for some reason. Lucario noticed my discomfort and giggled a bit.

"It's alright," she said. 'She sounds a lot like one of my characters from those stories I write...' I thought, 'Sarah... I just hope I don't turn into Johnson...'

"How about Sarah?" I asked.

"Hmm, I like it," Sarah said, "Thank you, Eric."

"You're welcome, Sarah," I said with a smile. At this point in time, I noticed a three-bladed windmill on the right side of the road, along with a bigger-sized house attached to it. "That must be the lab," I said as I pointed it out.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I hope it is at least," I said as I stepped up the pace. I checked the time, and noticed that about a half an hour had passed as we walked. It took us about a minute to make it to the house's front door, however something put me on edge. I knocked on the front door, but my first hit on the door caused it to open.

"Was that supposed to happen?" asked Sarah. I shook my head as I pushed the door open. That feeling of wrongness shot through the roof in intensity, so I placed a hand on my pistol.

"Professor Rowan," I called out loudly as I looked around the house through the front door. Concern ran through my mind as I remembered that in a few of the games, there were problems with Team Galactic at the beginning. I pulled out my pistol, pulled back on the slide to load a round into the chamber, and whispered, "Stay behind me." I entered the house, cutting the pie on each corner. The house was empty, but I slowly started to get a bad feeling. As I continued to clear the house, room by room, I came across the lab.

Inside I could hear yelling, "Give us the location, old man!"

"No," came the gruff reply. The situation in my mind went from bad to worse, but training took over. I silently walked over to the door. The door automatically opened.

"Huh?" came another voice from beyond the door. I quickly stepped in and slammed my boot into the Galactic Grunt's stomach as hard as I could. He grunted in pain and I followed that up with a roundhouse kick to the head. My pistol snapped up as I rushed in after the hit.

"United States Army! Hands up! Don't move!" I yelled as loud as I could as I slammed my boot into the Galactic grunt's head, knocking him out. There were others three in the room, one I identified as Professor Rowan, and the other two in Team Galactic getups. One of them started to approach me with an evil grin.

"I don't want to have ta hurt ya, kid," I aimed the gun at him.

"Last warning," I growled. He took another step, and I fired. The single shot hit him in the right shoulder. He fell with a strained cry of pain, and clutched his right shoulder. I quickly checked my work, 'right where I aimed,' I thought as I suppressed a primal grin. I aimed at the last threat in the room. "You have until the count of three to surrender, or I'll kill you," I said as I aimed for the man's chest. I wasn't messing around this time. The last grunt, who seemed to be the leader of this small team, just glared at me. "One," I said calmly. The grunt didn't move. "Two," I said as I shifted my aim from center of mass to his head. Again, no movement. "Three," I said as I suddenly shifted my aim to his right knee and pulled the trigger. He immediately cried out and grabbed his right leg as he fell. "I warned you," I said, keeping whatever emotions I was feeling from my face, "You're just lucky that I decided to just take your knee instead of your life." I then holstered my pistol, thumbing the safety out of habit, and walked over to Professor Rowan. "Are you okay, Professor?" I asked.

"Yes, I am," he replied with his gruff voice.

"Good, I would suggest that you get Officer Jenny over here. She can take care of these," I trailed of as I looked over at the two Galactic Grunts moaning in pain, "punks. They don't even deserve the name grunt. I'm a grunt; these are just rag-head rejects."

"I guess I should be glad you stopped by then," Professor Rowan said.

"Fischer, Eric Fischer," I said as I introduced myself, "Call Officer Jenny, and tell her to come pick these punks up." He nods and then walks over towards a computer on the wall. He picked up a phone off it and taps a few keys. Suddenly Officer Jenny's picture shows up on the screen. I stand enough off to the side to not be seen by the computer.

"Officer Jenny, I have a few people here that broke into my lab and tried to steal something of mine. They are currently," Professor Rowan said before he looked over at me, then at the three grunts laying on the ground, "subdued. Can you come over and pick them up?"

"Of course Professor, I'll be right over," she said. The screen then went blank.

"Anyway, Professor, I stopped by to register as a trainer," I said as I shifted my focus back onto the real reason I was there.

"Hmmm, is that so? Do you have one of my postcards?" he asked. I suddenly remembered that he required a postcard for a starter Pokémon.

"No, Professor. I don't need a starter though, I already have a partner," I said as I looked back and noticed that Sarah was staring at the two Galactic members lying on the ground. "Sarah, you okay?" I asked with considerable concern. A thought clicked in my head, 'They must not have guns here, or are at least rare enough that the average person doesn't know about them...That would explain why the guy came at me, despite me aiming a gun at him...' Sarah didn't react to my question. "Sarah!" I said louder as I walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped the moment I touched her. "Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Y-Yeah, j-just what happened?" she asked. It was painfully obvious that she was shaken from the encounter.

"I protected myself and others with my weapon. Listen to me, Sarah. Relax, and breathe. I don't want you passing out on me, alright? We just left the Pokémon Center. I would rather not return so soon," I said with a small smile and more confidence then I felt, she looked me in the eye after that. My small joke seemed to do its job as she softly laughed, although it sounded forced. "Relax, okay? I won't let anyone hurt you," I said softly. She nodded, and tore her eyes off the two punks on the ground.

I turned to them, "If you want to keep your limb, do what I tell you. First, put as much pressure on the wounds as you can...," I said as I searched my rucksack for some gauze I could use to patch up their wounds. I found a small med kit with plenty of gauze bandages. I took two and treated the two gunshot wounds I caused. "Now press these onto the wounds, and don't move them until I say otherwise. These are not Urgent or Urgent-Surgical wounds, but serious enough you could die without my help," I explained as I found two long, skinny sheets of cloth. "Alright, let me at those wounds," I said as I wrapped the cloth around the bandages; tight enough to create a proper pressure bandage. I moved away from the criminals. "Now just sit there until Officer Jenny comes. Move too much and those wounds will get a lot worse. It's entirely possible that you could lose the limb if you do," I said as I looked at each of the two criminals.

Both, while a little pale from the blood loss, seemed to turn even whiter when I said that. 'Good,' I thought, 'that should keep them compliant, and if they get back to Team Galactic, should give me quite the rep. Maybe that will keep them out of my hair. If not...I just hope I don't have to pull that weapon in anger ever again.' I released an internal sigh with a shudder, I had a feeling that my life had just gotten a lot more complicated. It was the first time I had ever fired a weapon in anger, and the fact had just sunk in.

"Officer Jenny will be here shortly," Professor Rowan said as he walked up behind me, breaking my train of thought.

"Good to hear, then these three can get what they deserve, along with the medical attention they need," I said as I walked over to him, "Any chance I can get a Pokédex and disappear before Officer Jenny gets here? I'd rather not have to answer some of the questions that are classified as of now."

"Alright, let me access my computer," he said as he walked over to another computer.

"I already have your name...Where were you born?" he asked. 'How did I know that would come up?' I thought sarcastically.

"A long ways away," I said, "That info is classified. I'll need to have a fake hometown."

"Really, why are you here?" he replied as I heard him type in something. I was watching the three grunts, along with Sarah.

"I woke up in the ocean, Professor. I swam to shore and passed out. I owe my life to Sarah, here. All that I'm trying to do is find my way home. Attention, especially with the police, is something I don't want. Although, if I keep running into these punks, I might have to find another way to eliminate them," I explain as I toss a glare at the wounded Galactic Grunts.

"By 'eliminate' do you-" Sarah started before I interrupted.

"Elimination of the threat they pose. Whether that means killing them, or incapacitating them, will depend on the situation. I don't want to take life if I don't have to, though. My job is to protect people, not kill them without reason," I explained.

"Right, well I've taken care of everything," said Professor Rowan, "Here is your Pokédex and some Pokéballs. I suggest you leave quickly if you don't want to run into Officer Jenny."

"Thank you Professor, I owe you one," I said as I placed everything into one of my ACU's pockets, "Alright Sarah, let's get out of here."