*Walks Through A Door To A New Dimension Using Midichlorify*

Memory, part 1 (mini-fic)

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20.6.423 AFE, 12:04

From:

Yevgeniy Goncharenko, Imperial Science Facility 9, Bioscience Division, Surface Complex, Extraregional Pokemon Study Lab.

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Grigoriy Valetov, Imperial Science Facility 9, Bioscience Division, Underground Complex, Samples and Specimen Requisition Office.

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Re: New specimen required.

“Dr. Valetov, for how long will I be forced to repeat this? I said it quite obvious - I need a Lati dragon egg for my genetic engineering project. I know you have a healthy supply of cryo-frozen Dragon-type eggs in your underground cryo-storage, so, can’t you donate at least one to me? I won’t touch the amoral side of your breeding and eugenics experiments - after all, it’s all for science and greater good - but you are disrupting the scientific process here. Or, maybe, I shall write report about this to Dr. Pobegov?”

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To whom?

Private chat opened to: Victor Osipovich, Imperial Science Facility 9, Bioscience Division, Underground Complex, Cryogenic Specimen and Sample Storage.

You: Vitya, it’s a complete screwup. This damn cleansuit, just like before, expects us to handle him a Lati dragon egg, preferably, laid just before freezing.

Victor: So what? Can’t you just tell him to go unzip himself somewhere in the corner, like the previous time?

You: Heck no! Do you remember, that he was favorite student of this trepanatic old fart?

Victor: I do, and so what?

You: He gave me a threat to report us to Facility’s boss. Knowing, that this whitehead will listen to his favorite, and that we already have some unpleasant moments in our biographies... in short, we are very likely to blast off from this facility at the speed of light, much faster than a meteorological rocket.

Victor: What a douchebag! So, what do we do?

You: I guess, we need to give him the egg, if we want to stay here. Dunno about you, but I do want - full social and medical care, good salary and like this is not something I’d like to lose.

Victor: So am I. By the way, had he specified, what Lati dragon egg does he need?

You: No.

Victor: Well, I’ll give him Latias egg then. You know, just how problematic Lati females may get with their pranks, cloaking and like this.

You: Yep. Great idea, by the way. Over.

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Goncharenko Yevgeniy, personal bioresearch log.

First stage.

22.6.423 AFE, 14:54

Finally, those two redtapers delivered the egg to me - after just two months of constant requests! It’s still cryo-frozen, but ready to get de-freezed at any moment. According to the attached datatape, this egg was frozen right after laying, so, it’s a perfect material for my little experiment. Good thing I’ve tested my virus long ago, on some basic samples...

[Attached file: LDM-4-1 artificial virus DNA sequence datafile]

26.6.423 AFE, 17:32

Today, at 10:54, I’ve de-freezed the egg and injected the first portion of virus. Right now, it’s undergoing incubation with constant progress monitoring. So far, so good. I hope not to lose this one.

[Attached file: monitoring log from automated incubation chamber]

26.7.423 AFE, 18:32

It’s been a whole month, but development of embryo... actually, seems pretty good. According to the datanote from the Lab 7, normal incubation period for Lati dragons - specificially, females - is almost a year! Of course, it’ll allow me to monitor results better and make corrections in event of something going wrong, but still... Anyway, my free time ends in two days, then back to microbiological experiments. I hope I’ll be able to convince Director to cut it somewhat to allow me to work on my personal project.

[Attached files: monitoring log from automated incubation chamber, general schedule for checks and injections of supporting biological agents, LDM-4-2 artificial virus DNA sequence datafile]

30.01.424 AFE, 23:37

Whoa, more than half’o’year has passed! Speaking of which... Two months after the initial portion of virus, embryo was nearly destabilized by something similar to the immune reaction (how it’s possible in egg is a matter of entirely different research, which I’ve successfully passed to the Lab 4), but, thankfully, some immunosupressants and modified virus had done the trick. If my calculations are correct, it won’t impact actual immune system, which’ll “go online” after the hatching, but, in case of an emergency, I have antibiotics, compatible with Dragon-type and Psychic-type organisms. Also, vaccines.

[Attached files: personal observation and log datafile, monitoring log from automated incubation chamber, general schedule for checks and injections of supporting biological agents, LDM-4-3 artificial virus DNA sequence datafile]

25.6.424 AFE, 15:52

According to the automated incubation chamber monitoring system, tomorrow the egg will finally hatch - exactly after year of development! Maybe, I should’ve updated this personal log with entries more often... but anyway, I had not, and all my observations and relevant data are stored in attached datafiles. I wonder, how will it turn out? Of course, I’ve tried to enhance Latias’ mental capabilities and lifespan (according to my calculations, it’ll become thrice as long - roughly 3000 years or slightly more!), but I’m still not sure, will it work as intended or not... Anyway, I think need to bring my reinforced cleanroom suit to bear tomorrow.

[Attached files: personal observation and log datafile, monitoring log from automated incubation chamber, general schedule for checks and injections of supporting biological agents]

                                                                                                                              The emerald eye sprung open, trying to look around, but met only darkness. Her body felt numb, there was too little place, she couldn’t breath, so, she focused all of her inner power and released it at once.

The eggshell shattered, flying everywhere and revealing a small gold-feathered Latias to the world - rigid wings swept at low-speed position, stabilizer fins set straight.

Mere seconds after that, a pretty big figure, covered in blue-ish material (except for face, which was hidden beyond the bent sheet of something transparent), carefully rose from beyond one of the things she couldn’t even begin to recognize and started to approach her.

While she could not read feels of other the same way adult Lati dragons could, she still sensed no ill intentions in him and felt some distant... but definitely parental feeling, so, she flew right to him and clenched to the material, which was covering his real body.

Each time I look at these two, I can’t help but see them rapping during the battle.

OH NO I NEED AN ADULT

Weird dream is weird

I’ve had a pretty weird dream today. It was mostly composed of random events, but the one thing I remember for sure was the event with Flying Palace. I’ve saw it slowly descending from the night sky, at first looking normal and even blinking lights like any aircraft, but on closer look it was horribly devastated. It’s lower ring was deformed and torn, like if someone forcefully stretched it from inside of the Palace, cannon tower wasn’t present like after the crash landing, lower bulb was covered in very deep breeches, but Palace was still online, afloat and even could launch those capturing devices. In the dream, for some strange reason, I thought that Palace survived Lugia’s attack and came for the Ash, not for capturing him in the collection, but for taking him for the very angry conversation with Lawrence III, probably, about Ash’s reason for freeing Moltres and Zapdos. And I was Ash here.

He still remembers this crash and just wants to be prepared for another one (abandon crashing airship on the kite before airship makes contact with the surface).

Jiri you need to get your head examined.

I mean that. I think you may have suffered some brain damage in the crash.

Maybe, because Aether Foundation was never completely a villainous organization? It has started as a real Pokemon aid service, then Lusamine, sad about loss of her husband and high on Nihilego’s neurotoxins, corrupted and twisted it (maybe, not without drugging her subordinates with something to ensure their compliance), but, after her defeat, it reforms back into what it was originally. None of other teams had a history like this - they were villains from the very start of their doings.

Pikachu Villain Figures from the Pokemon Center

While it’s more a flying whale castle island here, I do see the point. However, as you can see here,

it’s pretty far away from the progenitor of the airship we both know and love.

The Rune Factory Series (1/?) - Scenery Concept Art (Blue & Green)

Mew.

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catching legendary Pokémon has always made me a bit uncomfortable like? tapu koko is in my pc box rn. who’s protecting the island. Arceus is pretty much god and probably has better things to do than follow the commands of a 12 year old but ok

Past of the future, future of the past...

Chapter 7. Never the same. "Entering Hoenn airspace!" announced the navigator. "Current speed - 100 km/h, altitude - 10 km." "Coolant temperature… normal," added mechanic. "Reactor’s working at optimal capacity. Main propellers rotating at 300 rpm, blades angle set at position 4." "Good," responded the captain, looking in the front window. "Rad-scans?" "I think directed rad-scanners are picking up something in the Meteor Falls… looks like our target," said the radiation safety officer. "Pilot - drop us down to 3 kms and lower the speed to 30 km/h. When we'll be directly above the Meteor Falls - shut down the primary propulsion and deploy the auxiliary thrusters, then transfer the control to me." "Acknowledged, commencing corrections," replied the pilot, slightly shifting joystick and thrust control rudder. "Good," noted the captain, then relaxed a bit. Right now, they were escorted by a few of military helicopters, tiltjets and some Hoennian military Pokemon, just in case anyone gets the wrong idea upon seeing such a great airship. After all, it was equipped with a nuclear reactor for power source and, should the rest of the airship be destroyed and the ultra-durable protective shell breached, will cause a lot of contamination… ---- "Your Majesty… your Majesty..." a scientist in Zemlino carefully tried to wake up the Emperor, who was sitting asleep in the chair near the ORBCOM station, after all those crazy events of yesterday. "Hm?.. If there's a third moon around the Red Planet - notify the Team 37, especially if it turns out to be an… eyed balloon or something…" the Emperor replied without actually awakening, being, apparently, in the midst of some bizarre and adventurous dream. "Again…" the Empress, who has just recently arrived to the flight control center, sighed, knowing a bit too well, just how enthusiastic her husband could get about anything aerospace-related. Especially after the first manned flight, when he has, somehow, managed to get into the SP-04 "Black Bird" spaceplane and, therefore, become the first human in space... "Anyway… now with the "Red Explorer" around the Moon, "Hauler" preparing to deorbit and "Dreamwing" back in hangar… we need to decide, how to direct the space program," said director of Zemlino FCC. "During the last nine months, it was directed solely towards building and launching the nuclear pulse battleship to open the road towards the skies again, with a few resupply vessels for it, but now, once we did it and made our intentions on keeping it open clear… what do we do?" "Honestly…" Empress started, in uneasy voice, "... I don't know. I mean, yes, we've opened the road to space again and people of the Empire are very happy about that, as well as showing Nation, that we're no jokes, but… I'm not really sure, what kind of directions are to be made of greater priority." "Orbital factories," Emperor replied, waking up upon hearing it at once. "Factories? Well… yes, they can be of use, but…" began director, only for the Emperor to interrupt him: "No buts. Even though I'm not big at ruling, I think we should capitalize on our success and get the info about the materials, which can be produced only in microgravity, and how they can help to improve the lives on the ground. I think info about the orbital hospitals can also help, since they are something everyday human can understand. If they start telling, that it'll be only available to aristocracy and rich - we should capitalize on grandiosity of our new Integrated Program Plan. It's finally time to put it back into action and make it reality." "... I guess," sighed Empress, thinking about words of her husband. "No time for guessing. We must make them realize, that the only way for them to get access to all the cool space stuff is to support the space program and help it grow as never before. We're on the verge of greatness now and we must achieve it." "Hopefully, you succeed at this," said director of the FCC, "because I'd hate the program falling apart, after all we've done..." "We all would," replied the Emperor and the Empress at the same time. ---- "So… that's it," murmured Damien, seeing gigantic nuclear-powered airship soar through the skies back to Soris, carrying highly radioactive corpse of Rayquaza inside the shielded cargo section. For all of the Draconid People, it was one heck of a blow - not only the Dragon Lord was killed, but they could not even bury it properly, having to allow sorisians to stuff it into an underground nuclear waste dump. And, what's worse, none of them could do anything about it - not only Rayquaza's corpse was radioactive enough to be able to give human a fatal radiation poisoning in matter of a few minutes, burying it in classic way would've allowed the leaking isotopes to, eventually, contaminate the groundwater and cause a big ecological catastrophe. "Grannie…" started Helian, "... What will happen now? With no Dragon Lord?" "I don't know," said the Elder, looking at the airship too. "But I think, that the world will never be the same…" ---- "So, we're done with preliminary checks," sighed mechanic, who was servicing the "Dreamwing" in the hangar #2 of Zemlino Space Center. "So far, everything looks fine." "Great," replied commander of the spaceplane. "Hopefully, our birdie will stay fine in the future too." "Hopefully… but it may get replaced with the new nuclear-powered spaceplane soon, when they iron out the hiccups of nuclear turboramjets and aerodynamics of the aft. I've heard Emperor got opposed to the idea of jettisonable aerodynamic tail cone and they're busy developing something, which will allow everything to come up and down in one piece." "Cool. Almost like our machine." "Yeah. From what I've heard, test flights of the SPN-01 "Blizzard", the first BLUEBIRD spaceplane, should start pretty soon. And with no Rayquaza around, they should be safe enough." "Safe, you say… the debris is still in place, though. And I don't think, that this spaceplane can be as armored as the battleship we've launched recently." "Well… yeah. Still, we've managed to take a flight to the "Red Explorer" and spend some time up there, so, maybe it won't be as bad. Besides, I've heard some rumors about how there are plans for dual-purpose weaponized satellites, which can both destroy targets in space and use their weapons for clearing space junk." "Hm… Interesting and kinda makes sense. I guess those laser researches in the ISFs 5 and 9 will be put to good use, after all." "I guess." "Hi, guys," said the engineer of the "Dreamwing", approaching the two men on this catwalk. "Anything wrong with sensors?" "No, nothing is wrong with them," replied mechanic and was a bit surprised upon seeing, how crewmembers of the "Dreamwing" suddenly got grimier and exchanged looks of understanding. "I guess we may have another dragon problem soon enough…" stated the commander, looking at the machine. "And who knows, if we'll have to resort to warships again…" ---- Awake. Alive. Those were the first thoughts of the young dragon. Right now, it did not understand the situation yet, but some strange memories, belonging both to the dragon and not to it at the same time, were flooding its mind. It was slowly to understand some things, but not too fast. It understood, that its name was Rayquaza, the Sky High Pokemon. It understood, that it exists to protect the skies and deal with Groudon and Kyogre. It understood, that something must've happened to its predecessor, if it was awakened right now. With those thoughts, young dragon has struck the hard shell of the egg and broke it apart, freeing itself. As it has just remembered, despite most of the Legendaries, like itself, being near-immortal, there were still contingency protocols in events of something exceptional happening. And, apparently, something exceptional it was. The young dragon has remembered the last moments of the old dragon, when it fought some huge cone-cylindrical metallic construct and, somehow, was struck down by it. Whatever moves this construct was using, they've had near-infernal power. And young dragon could not allow itself to suffer the fate of its predecessor. For now, it will lay low and explore, as it grows back to the power level of a full Legendary. Then… it will depend on circumstances. With those thoughts, young pitch-black serpentine dragon took off, flew past the obstacles and left the cave, well-hidden in the mountain range. Right now, it had to, first and foremost, survive and grow up. ---- Inside the bridge of the huge sorisian airship, there was not much action now. Rayquaza's highly-radioactive corpse was now in the reinforced storage, they were en route home, everything on the airship worked perfectly… honestly, it was kind of boring. "Guys…" started the navigator, "Do you remember our first assignment? The aerial expedition to Alola?" "Oh, I sure do!" replied the pilot, shifting in the chair a bit. "How we all have flown to it, how we've spent a decent amount of hydrogen burnfuel for our recon plane and heavy-lift helicopter, how technicians were able to assemble the mooring masts in just three days… that was the time!" "Especially with how we've managed to bring some Flygon eggs to Soris. Who knew, that those insect-dragons will become so popular at our home!" "Well… they did become popular with our colonists, didn't they? I mean, by the end of our stay there, quite a few people liked their partner 'Spirits of Change'. Including you." "... Yeah. Also…" With those words said, pilot reached out for one of his MFDs, quickly selected "security camera feeds" options and looked at the feed from the top hangar a bit. In it, an insect-dragon was quietly sleeping, curled near the tandem-rotor helicopter - much like during their return from the expedition. "... Nah, she's fine. Took Sunny form for some reason, though." "I would've said because of our cargo, but it'd be stupid. By the way… strangely enough, but native Alolan Flygon seem to be extinct nowadays, with Hoennian subspecies, somehow, having replaced them." "Hoopa's shenanigans again?" "Likely. May also be combined with the fact, that Hoennian Flygon, while lacking the sheer versatility of its Alolan progenitor, is better adapted to the desert conditions. I guess they've just lost the competition there." "And our region has preserved those dragon-bugs. Cool." "I guess. I've heard from some of my friends in ISF 4, that some scientists from Hoenn and Alola would be really happy to get more data about the extinct-for-them Alolan Flygon." "Likely." Author's notes: ISF - Imperial Science Facility. ORBCOM - Orbiter Communicator. MFD - Multi-Function Display. Sorisian nuclear airship is based on that. BLUEBIRD spaceplane is based on the real M(G)-19 "Gurkolyot". Alolan Flygons are based on that wonderful picture.

I’m not sure about this, because increase of update’s speed usually means decrease in size and/or quality of chapters, and I’m 100% sure, that no one will be happy about it. If refining your chapters takes time, that’s normal, because it means better result.

@mgrgfan you say you’re almost done with Obsession? What do you think so far? Please reply as a reblog so I can respond to it directly.