Final Pokémon Solid 2
Section 2
Agent Benit was reading the paper, seeing if the stock markets for her coin company was doing fine. She needed to deposit some money and was dead bored with the line. Her coins were okay, but she noticed something funny. The stocks for the Twinkie Factory couldn't be found. Along with tea stocks crashing.
"What in the WORLD is this!? CAM surely wouldn't be pleased with this... Nor Cid..." she said with a grin.
Suddenly, some Jenova's Witnesses barged into the bank. They snatched Agent Benit from the bank and kidnapped her. She muffled some screams and fainted.....Suddenly, one Witness was knocked on the head with something hard. Another turned around and was hit as well. The assailant managed to steal something from their pockets. The last one dropped Agent Benit and faced his opponent. He cried out loud, "Thief! I'll get you!"
The "thief" knocked the last Witness easily, picked up the Agent and ran off, yelling for good measure, "That's TREASURE HUNTER!!!"
* * *
It seemed to Brandon 'That TCA Guy' last name withheld that the greater the epic battle with the forces of evil was, the higher the chance that there would be a sequel. All was quiet back at his point of origin. The organization known as STA had not detected an interdimentional disruption nearby since their agent had left to pursue missions of espionage. Agent Solid Ekans had elected to stay in the vicinity of Rocket Town, but that didn't mean that he remained inactive.
This weekend, the home of the ShinRa 26 had also become the home of the Chocobo Races world tour. The hastily constructed Rocket Town Raceway was filled to capacity with fans looking on as roller-stake wearing Chocobos, moogles and other Square-related oddities tore up the tracks.
The spectacle was almost cute enough to cause permanent brain damage, but it was over now. The last rays of sun struck the tip of Rocket Town's launch pad supports and the race crew, moogles and all packed up to move on to the next town.
Birds resing high on the walls of the stadium took flight, dodging the grapling hook that flew towards their place of relaxation, clamping to the wall. Unable to think of a suitable quote from Bionic Comando with which to make an obscure ref, Agent Ekans swung silently over the heads of the Rocket Town even security team, taking with him a huge spherical package. Despite his large and awkward baggage, the agent slipped silently though the arena and out next to one of the trucks being loaded with various Chocobo racing equipment.
"You're late, kupo." said Mog, hopping down from atop the truck and slowing his descent with his tiny wings.
"Long line for tea and stuff," said Agent Ekans,"This whole mess is awfully risky. I told him that I should have just brought you the message, but he had to tell you in person."
"Well," said Mog,"What are you waiting for, kupo? Let the poor guy out of there, kupo."
The agent unzipped the black spherical package and a large pink ball tumbled out. As it rolled, two red appengages extended to form feet which stopped the ball, allowing it to stand upright.
"Well it's about time," said Kirby, "how was I supposed to breathe in there?!?"
"Hey," said Ekans, "Do you have any idea how hard it was to get you in here? After that appearance in Super Smash Bros., you've made yourself quite a few enemies out here. How do you two know each other, anyways."
"Well, kupo," said Mog,"He had to do an RPG scene for Kirby Super Star back when we where both on the SNES, and no one really hated Nintendo."
"Yeah," said Kirby,"I needed a cute RPG character to help me train to pull off that scene, and he seemed like the one to ask."
"Old SNES buddies?" said Ekans, "I'm very touched, but hurry this up before the anti-Glover millitia finds out that you're here."
"Who's Glover?" asked Kirby.
"Some evil N64 character, kupo," said Mog,"He uses balls and stuff, so they might think you were conspiring with him."
"Well," said Kirby,"I guess I should be getting to the point. I overheard some talk from those evil Nintendo exec guys that this world was in danger."
"What," said Brandon, "Nintendo's executives care about this world? Not likely."
"No," said Kirby,"They only said that this world would be the first one that would be hit now that Pokémon #519 has escaped again."
"Pokupoémon #519?" said Mog,"Aren't there only 150 or so and only 250 in the sequel, kupo?"
"That's why I had to warn you guys," said Kirby,"I've heard that it may already be in contact with another sort of conspiratory group. Mog, you know the FFVII cast from those Cosmo Canyon cute animal crossovers, right?"
"Whew," said Ekans, "Cosmo Canyon cute animal crossover? I bet you can't say that three times fast."
"I bet I can't, either," said Mog, "but yeah, I know them. Anything you can tell us about this #519?"
"Well," said Kirby,"I only know is that it originally evolved from a popular Pokémon from TV, and that we can't let it evolve into #520 or else we're really spoonyed."
"Hmm," said Agent Ekans,"sounds pretty messed-up."
"There he is! Down next to the moogle!"
"Magikarp!" shouted Ekans.
"Looks like my expositionary cameo has exceded it's limit," said Kirby, leaping onto a Warp Star to make his escape,"While I was here I managed to snatch a CODEC. If you guys need to know what the 'big evil N' is doing, try my frequency, 140.46."
"Well, kupo," said Mog,"I guess we'd better go warn some people, Mr. Ekans, kupo."
Mog turned around by no one was there.
"Darn Batman refrences, kupo!"
* * *
In a matter of minutes, the "treasure hunter" poured water over the unconscious Agent's head, waking her up. She clamored to her feet in a jolt with the mysterious man's assistance.
"Owie, I didn't think reading the Post was gonna give me a head- !!! Who the....?" Agent Benit wondered.
"Locke Cole, treasure hunter extraordinaire. I can explain to you why those freaks of nature wanted to take you away."
"!!! Why would that be?"
"A group called the Pentagon owns a park called Yufrassic and wanted to build the stocks for it higher. I overheard something on my CODEC about an Agent that stopped the tea operation with some knowledge of money, quite smart enough to fight with it. There, I turned the CODEC off and tried to find anybody who fit the description I heard."
"That happens to be me.... Agent Benit. Yufrassic....sounds kind of familliar..."
"Well, I'm going!" Locke said. Agent Benit whoahed Locke before he decided to drag her to the park.
"Shouldn't we try to restore the economies of the places that are going down? I heard rules that theives and the like will be punished, and I don't want to waste my money on bails, you see," the Agent said.
Locke stared at her.
"Where do you want to try first?" he asked her, not startled by her comment.
"The Hostess Factory. We'll see what to do after that."
Locke and Benit set off for the Hostess Factory on the motorcycle he stole from Cloud. The two of them rode on the motorcycle to the Hostess Factory in Rocket Town. There were some protesters in front of the building, demanding money and money galore to raise their stocks, or Twinkies would be worthless. Locke rode the motorcycle to the rear and they both got off.
"Okay, I better negotiate with the boss to see about a raise," Agent Benit said.
"Whatever.." Locke said as he followed her inside the factory. He pushed an intercom.
"What would you like today?" a female voice asked from the other end, rather doggedly like she wanted to go home and die.
"I'd like to see Mr. Jos St. Louis please. It's about the raise to the Hostess Factory," Benit inquired matter-of-factly despite the crisis.
"Oh! Do come in!"
Agent Benit and Locke were brought inside the boss' office in a haste. Mr. Jos St. Louis greeted them after he heard the news about the raise. He was sort of startled to see a teenage minter with a "theif", but he disregarded it.
"So, what do you plan to do to save our factory? Who are you?" he asked her.
"I'm Benit. I was an Agent who stopped the illegal tea operation seven months ago. I think my moneymaking and financial skills can get you guys back on track. You see, I have a minting machine at home, but I can enlargen it to make gil like you've never seen before. And of all currencies, mind you."
"Splendid! But, you need to find some parts for this minting machine, huh?" Mr. St. Louis asked her.
"Yeah. We could probably go to Midgar for that."
"BENIT! Are you Bahamut forsaken nuts?????" Locke cried out loud. Benit glared at him and he tensed back when he saw the fire in her eyes.
"It's a deal." Benit and Mr. St. Louis shook hands. Locke tensed his fingers in rage at Benit for her profound idea of going to Midgar, but she didn't notice him. Locke and Benit took their leave.
"Oh wait! One more thing!" Mr. St. Louis called out to them. They turned around.
"The reason our stocks are really going down is that another company is taking this over to turn it to a Materia-Os factory."
"Must be the Pentagon! They're trying to ruin everything for something! What would they need money for anyways?" Locke wondered.
"Hmmm....I know! Let's get the minting machine first, then find out where the Pentagon are located," Agent Benit suggested.
"But that's five against two!" Locke said.
"Hey, if I fought against four drunk Turks, I sure five active villains won't stop me!"
"Ummm, what do you mean by "active"?" Locke asked. Benit had an animeish sweatdrop appear over her head and her expression was strange.
"Never mind that. Let's get the parts." Agent Benit and Locke left for Midgar.
* * *
r o s e b u d
"What the spoony heck does that mean?!" Agent Hart barked at his Field Commander. Agent Domino looked puzzled at his partner and shrugged, before returning his gaze to Special Agent Sith.
"Haven't you guys ever seen a mysterious clue?!" SA Sith reclined in his chair on the top floor of the refurbished Junon building, the new headquarters of the Junon Bureau of Investigations, or JBI.
"A clue to what?" asked Agent Domino.
"We got a report from the Rocket Town Gym leader about a missing Rocket Town Pokemon Trainer." SA Sith took a sip from his iced cappuccino. "He left for the Nibel Gym and disappeared. He should've gotten there in under a week but he was never seen again. That was seven months ago."
"Seven months?" Domino scratched his head, "And just NOW we get the assignment?"
"Well," SA Sith mused, "We've had other cases to look over first."
"You mean like the time you got us to uncover the Caramilk secret?" scowled Agent Hart.
"Yes." Special Agent Sith tapped his nose with his finger, before tossing the casefile to Domino. "You two chopper down to Rocket Town and start your hard target search there. And bring me back some of those Ultimate Tea bags!"
Domino and Hart frowned at their commander before wandering outside.
"Okay," Domino flipped through the file, "The missing person's known only as Trainer Captain."
"That's a stupid name," remarked Hart, "Why didn't he call himself something like Admiral Officer or Master Janitor?"
"Quiet!" Agent Domino snapped as the walked out to the helipad, "No matter what he calls himself, if that person is out there, we'll find him." Agent Domino swung open the helicopter bay door and jumped inside before amending, "We gotta believe!"
As the helicopter ascended to the sky, Hart was heard yelling something untranslatable about knocking something off.
* * *
Cid Highwind cursed as a loud knock at the door interrupted one of his many smoke breaks.
"What?!" growled the pilot as he flung open the door.
"H-hello, Mr. Highwind, I'm JBI Agent Domino, and this is my partner Hart. We're looking for a missing trainer you reported?"
"Yeah," Cid grumbled, "Calls himself Trainer the Captain."
"I thought it was just Trainer Captain?" interrupted Hart.
"Yeah, whatever."
"So, is there anything you can tell us about his disappearance?" Domino carefully asked.
"Uh, he was here," Cid began in a sarcastic voice, "He left for Nibelheim seven months ago, and we never saw him again."
"Oooookay." Hart nodded slowly. "That it?"
"&%$#!!" barked Cid, "I ain't got time for this! I gotta fix the water heater, then I got a Gym Match later today!" With that, Cid slammed the door in the Agents' faces.
"Well?" asked Hart as he eyed his partner.
"Now, we go to Nibelheim." Domino announced.
* * *
"Bob, Go!" shouted Agent Ekans, sending his Pikachu dashing after the unsuspecting Chocobo.
"Ka-Cheee-oooo!" was Bob's battle cry as he dashed underneath the large yellow bird and released his thunder attack.
"W-WARK!" the chocobo screamed, before it began frantically running about in circles with several feathers on fire.
"That looks damaged enough to me," said Ekans,"Chocoball! G-"
"Hey, Ekans guy!" said Kirby, "Have you heard from Mog?"
"Look Puffy, I'm kinda busy right now."
"Well," said Kirby,"I was looking into the Pokémon related files here-"
"Did you find pokémon #519?" asked Ekans.
"No," said Kirby,"but I did find reports in the Pokémon League files of a trainer going missing right there in Rocket Town!"
"That's pretty strange," said Solid Ekans,"Do you think it's related somehow?"
"Well," said Kirby,"Let me tell you what Mog just told me. He said that when he went to Cait Sith's place, there was a note saying something about having gone to hire some 'old friends' on a missing persons case."
"You think that this could be our missing trainer?" said Agent Ekans.
"If not," said Kirby,"I'd wonder why the author would bother to bring it up."
"W-WARK! WOOHEEHOO!" shouted the Chocobo, rolling about on the ground to extinguish the flames.
The bird eventually uprighted itself and it began to run from the pokébattle when it was promptly stuck by a falling Agent Aya, who bounced off the Chocobo and continued sailing towards a nearby building.
"All right," said Ekans, "any clues as to where I should start looking for this guy, my superiors seemed spoonyah concerned about this #519 creature."
"You heard of a place called Nibelheim?"
"Off course!"
The Chocobo got up once again to make his escape, but with the completion of the CODEC transmission, Agent Ekans returned his attention to the pokébattle, sending the Chocoball flying into the large yellow bird.
-weeoop-
-weeooop-
-weeoop-
-PING-
"I caught 'Chocobo'!" proclaimed Ekans as Bob ran up to his shoulder to give the Ash Ketchum pattented victory sign, "Yahoo, Allright!"
* * *
As the helicopter swept over the outskirts of Rocket Town and departed for Nibelheim, Hart glanced down at the open field in disgust, knowing that somewhere out there, someone had made a refrence that he did not wish to hear. They arrived in Nibelheim. The eerie moonlight glistened against the houses of Nibelheim. Junon Bureau of Investigations Agents Domino and Hart stealthfully crept through the darkened town square.
"This place is spoony creepy," whispered Hart.
"Shush," shushed Domino, "We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves." The two JBI agents tip-toed through the darkness toward a familiar structure: the Nibelheim Mansion.
"How do you know we'll find anything here?" whispered Hart.
"Think about it. Every time someone disappears in the vacinity of Nibelheim, where do they end up? Just like Jill Valentine's brother Vincent, Zax, Zack, Cloud, Sephiroth, the Urkel Kid and Vanilla Ice." Agent Domino turned on a flashlight as he approached the spooky oak door. "The missing trainer is most likely locked in one of those coffins, just like everyone else."
The two agents carefully entered the darkened mansion, Domino's flashlight beaming all around the room in search of clues. They of course found the requisite note on the floor in the front room, and it read: 'Dry Clean Only'.
"Hmmm," hmmmed Domino, "That wasn't the note I expected. Oh wait," Domino picked up a second note on the floor." This one said: 'I've sealed the interloper in the basement. You can try to find him, but this is just a game I thought up. Just like I thought up Star Wars Monopoly. - signed Hojo'.
"Well," Hart puffed, "THAT was easy."
The two agents crept down the spooky, creaky, spooky steps to the spooky, creepy, spooky basement. When they reached the coffin room, they kicked open the door.
"Nobody move! JBI!" yelled Hart.
"What the-?" Domino was taken aback by what he saw here. There were no spooky, creepy, spooky coffins. There was - a Starbucks(tm).
"Damn," Hart cussed, "These things are popping up everywhere."
"No need to cuss," Domino answered, "We don't want a YufC17 rating on this story." The two JBI Agents approached the counter cautiously. Hart cautiously ordered a Banana Slurpee Cappuccino, and Domino cautiously ordered and Iced Tea with Lemon. "Pardon me miss," asked Domino as he paid for the beverages, "But why is there a Starbucks here of all places?"
"Easy," answered Jill the cashier, "This is the most high-traffic tourist spot in Nibelheim. Just look over there," the girl pointed to the opposite corner, "The Cute Animal Characters, Palmer, Professor Gast and original cast of Baywatch."
"Wow. I see," chirped Domino, "Well, have you seen any missing Pokémon trainers around here?"
"Nope. Sorry," the goth chick answered.
"NOBODY MOVE!" a voice echoed from the entrance. Solid Ekans stood tall, his poké balls aimed and ready at the hapless duo.
"Oh spoony..." mumbled Agent Domino.
* * *
Locke and Agent Benit rode the motorcycle to Midgar in two days flat. By the time they arrived, Benit wondered how RPG characters survived ANYTHING, including:
"Geez, I wonder how RPG people manage to go without eating so much! The only RPG I can exclude is Ehrgeiz," Agent Benit complained as her stomach growled.
Locke sighed. "Might as well get our parts," he said. They went into the smelly city of Midgar and looked everywhere for good machine parts. Thieves and losers all alike were looking at them suspiciously, but then they backed off when Benit aimed some Blank Checks at them.
"Hey, I'm gonna see the guy in Wall Market that makes tanks," Benit said as she ran in that direction. Locke followed, holding his nose. The "tank guy" whom we shall call John Doe, offered some parts from the blueprints Benit showed him, like screws, steel pipes, discarded typewriter keys, levers and alloys. Locke kept himself busy by stealing other parts for himself to take back in his homeworld and other assorted paraphernalia.
Quite enough parts, they could say. Benit oddly looked at Locke's pockets and wondered why they were so heavy, but dismissed the idea. They left Midgar. They were about to leave for Rocket Town when some black armoured men approached them. Moth Men.
An ambush. Can't the enemy be more original? Benit thought to herself.
"You are responsible for interfering with the Pentagon's plans to annilate Hostess. Prepare to DIE!" one guy said. Others growled or laughed as they purposely bulged their pockets to show the minter and treasure hunter what was inside them.
"Okay whatever, buster!" Locke said as he sheathed his weapon Excalibur, a sword.
"I should be saying that to you, Moth Men!!" Agent Benit said as she twirled her glaive, Saturn Rhapsody, and pointed it towards the evil group. Obviously, they were undaunted.
The black-clad men ran with what revelaed to be daggers in their hands towards the two of them. Locke battled some men on the right, while Agent Benit took the left. She started to get a headache, sign of a Limit Break.
"BLANK CHECK!" She wrote several amounts of money on random checks and threw them to the center of the group, causing a nice explosion of fireworks and gold. The men turned into moths and flew away. Locke managed to finish off his guys and pickpocket them before they turned into moths.
"That was too easy!" he exclaimed, stretching. Benit just blew some of her hair out of her face in reply. Suddenly she got a call on her CODEC. A familliar voice which belonged to Axer just asked her to wait there for five minutes.
"Whatever," Benit said and hung up. Locke watched one of his many watches. Five minutes later, a speeding van sped their way and halted. Locke jumped away from the dust, coughing. Mr. T exited his van.
"Hey! Benit' foo!" he called to her.
"What?" she asked him. T called out, "I need some 10, 000 mesata or whatever soon! I need you ta' make 'em, or I pity you!"
Agent Benit sighed. Then an idea sparked into her head. "It'd be perfect to test out my future Grande Mintah with these mesatas!" With that, after filling the motorcycle with rocket fuel, the three of them left in their van/motorcycle, driving at hyper speed to Rocket Town, bypassing Agents Axer and Artemis in the water.
"I wonder where they're off to," Agent Benit wondered, admist the fear that she shared with Artemis of falling into the water. The difference was that Benit had no body parts to squeeze to oblivion.
They arrived at the factory and entered Mr. Jos St. Louis' office.
"Ah! Benit! You have the parts? Then, let's get building!" Mr. St. Louis quickly said.
They built the machine according to Agent Benit's blueprints of her miniature one. When the four of them were done and well close to exhausted, Mr T demanded, "Okay, Benit' foo'! Try this Grande Mintah now!"
"Locke, have any money you could waste?" Benit asked him.
"Yeah, my friends usually ended up with useless money after the war. I can't even do anything with it!" Locke handed her a certain amount of gil hesitantly and she set them into the machine. They waited for the gil to be converted to mesata.
"YES! It worked!" Mr. St Louis said as 10,000 mesata fell out of the slot. Mr. T grabbed the mesata and opened the back door of his van.
"Okay! I have your money now, foo's!" Alys and D were untied and they saw the money in his hands. They took it.
"Okay, now we'll fight with you," Alys said. *D and Alys have joined the huge party!*
Meanwhile, Agent Benit and Locke were making coins galore. Mesata, dollars, rubles, gil and GP came clinking out of the slot uncontrollably.
"Okay! Now this should save the Twinkies! Thank you!" Mr Jos St. Louis called out to the two exhausted warriors of justice. Agent Benit and Locke sat down and wondered where to go. She stretched.
"How can we find the Pentagon? And where in the WORLD is a restaurant!? I'm starving!" Agent Benit complained. The two of them left, scrambled through the still protesting town and went to Kentucky Fried Chocobo to discuss what to do next.
* * *
An eerie morning fog rolled of the peaks of Mount Nibel. JBI Agents Domino and Hart followed closely behind the ever-enigmatic Solid Ekans and his Pikachu Bob as the group made their way to the Mako Reactor at the summit's peak.
"Hey look!" cried Hart as he waved a finger in an adjacent direction, "There's another Starbucks™ up here! Those things ARE everywhere..."
"Never mind that spoony, now," huffed Domino, "We got to get to the reactor."
"We're here!" called Solid Ekans from ahead.
"Oh," answered Agent Domino.
The rusted door to the abandoned reactor creaked open, and the three operatives carefully made their way inside.
"What is that smell?" asked Hart.
"Don't know," Domnio rejoindered, "But look at this." At their feet, several haphazzard trails of light-colored dust covered the floor of the reactor. Domino and Ekans knelt to the strange substance.
"I think I know what this is," Ekans offered slowly, "Moth Dust."
"And this?" Agent Domino retrieved a pen from his jacket and pushed a piece of paper out of the small pile of dust.
"'Jenova's Witnesses'? What in the name of Fraundorf are they?"
"A cult that recently emerged," Ekans started, "Their goal is to convert the Planet to their religion. This is a brochure."
"What do they have to do with the Moth Men, though?" asked Hart.
Just then, Ekans' CODEC beeped to life. "Yes?" the MGS/Pokémon refrence Agent answered.
"Ekans," a mysterious voice rasped, "You are in $#@%&*!! danger. Pokémon #519 is more deadly than you %$#@!*! expect."
"Who is this?" Ekans asked.
"Just call me the chain-smoking man, you stupid %$#@!!" The voice amended, "Find the trainer, and you'll find #519. But do not release the Pokémon within, *&%$#!"
Bob the Pikachu perked its ears at the foul language eminating from the CODEC.
"How do we know we can trust you, mysterious chain-smoking man?" Ekans demanded.
"If you don't," the voice growled, "I'll come over there and my *&^%$#@!! spear up your &^%$#@!! rear end!" With that, the caller hung up.
"Well?" Domino looked at the others.
"Let's check the Jenova chambers," Ekans announced.
Inside the Jenova Room, several tanks lined the walls, each sealed tightly to contain the horrors within.
"What do you suppose are in those tanks, now?" asked Hart.
"Horrors," barked Domino, "Haven't you been paying attention?!"
Suddenly, one of the canisters burst open, revealing a horrible creature of unspeakable horror!
"A Jenovados! The alien sea dragon Pokémon!" Ekans hollered. Bob the Pikachu took a ready stance for the battle ahead.
"I'll handle this," announce Domino as he stuck his arm out in front of Solid Ekans. Nimbly, the ex-Midgar-mayor took out a small silver orb and threw it at the beast. "Pokéball, GO!"
The ball dropped in front of the alien sea dragon and emitted its contents. A baloney sandwhich.
"Whoops," Domino sweatdropped, "I was keeping my lunch in that one." Without hesitation, Domino held up his pokéball, "Baloney Sandwhich! Return!" Then he took out a different ball, "Dead Ferret, I choose you!" The second pokéball shot forth from the agent's hand and released a foul-smelling, odoriferous, inanimate ferret carcass.
"THAT's the smell!" Hart announced.
The pungiant stench of the deceased mammal caused the Jenovados to wail in agony and retreat into its chamber, sealing the door behind it.
"Yes! My first victory!" Domino cried as he held two fingers high in the air.
"Uh," Ekans responded, holding his nose, "That's great, but let's leave the ferret remains here."
"Okay," Agent Domino spoke up, "I'll leave my precious poké-rottingferret here, but you have to help me catch another one later."
"No problem..." Solid Ekans groaned in a sarcastic tone. Pikachu Bob simply shrugged.
The three agents and one pokémon carefully approached the main Jenova room and went inside. Empty. Nothing. Not even a lousy Starbucks™.
"Well, now what?" asked Hart.
"There must be something in here that will give us a clue as to where the missing trainer and Pokémon #519 can be found..." said Agent Domino as he scratched his chin.
"I'll try one of my sources." Solid Ekans took out his trusty CODEC and activated it. "Hello? I need some information."
"Well make it snappy," the voice on the other end snapped, "I'm trying to figure out some clever merchandising schemes here. How does Kirby Adventures Red and Kirby Adventures Blue strike you?"
"Uh...," Ekans uhhed, "Do you know where else the missing trainer might've went in search of Pokémon #519?"
"Have you checked the Lifestream yet? That's what I told Mog to tell you. Weren't you listening before?"
"Right. But how do we follow something into the Lifestream?" Solid Ekans asked.
"You gotta," Kirby began, but before he could finish, Hart hit the CODEC out of Ekans' hand and the device smashed against the floor with a reverberating wavooble.
"Sorry." Hart hung his head low.
"Just can't take you anywhere..." Domino hissed.
"Let's see," said Ekans,"If we want to follow the thing into the lifestream, we can seek out that place where it gushes out of the ground back in those caves . . . or we can just jump right off here."
The trio peered over the edge down into the chasm where Sephiroth was widely believed to have met his end . . . well, before the plot of FFVII, off course.
"That bridge near the caves is starting to look quite safe now."
The threesome ventured back towards one of the hastily constructed Mt. Nibel rope bridges, where an unfamiliar figure now stood.
The man at the bridge saw them coming and he issued his demands. "Those who dare approach the bridge of death must answer me these questions three."
"I think I recognise this refrence," said Ekans,"I'll check this out. All right, old man, let's hear them."
"What . . . is your name?"
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. My code name is 'Solid Ekans'. It's a pun-refrence thing."
"Whatever. What . . . is your quest?"
"To seek the missing trainer and pokémon #519."
"Who's that Pokémon!"
"That's Bob, my SOCOM Pikachu," replied Ekans.
"All right," said the man, "you can pass."
"Hey!" said Hart, "We where in line first!"
"Tough toasties," said Agent Aya, "I'm crossing."
"What . . . is your name?"
"'Agent' Aya Brea."
"What . . . is your quest?"
"To avoid getting killed."
"What . . . is the capital of Ivalice?"
"I don't know tha- AHHHHHHH"
With that, Agent Aya vaished into the abyss.
"Well, Domnio?" said Hart, "Ready to go take the quiz?"
"You go first," said Domino, "the city needs me to stay intact."
"Yeah, right," said Hart, "What a load of tauros karp."
"Just answer the man!"
"What . . . is your name?"
"Hart, and that's all I'm telling you."
"What . . . is your quest?"
"To track down the missing trainer, and probably that #519 thing, too."
"Do . . . you know why I stopped the car?"
"That does it!" shouted Hart, taking the old man and flinging him off the Bridge, "As Mr. T might say if this was his sub-plot, consider your arse thrown, foo."
"Come on," said Domino,"let's get across this thing before anything stranger happens."
"Like what?" said Hart.
--Intermission--
Several Moogles do a little dance as the intermission song plays . . .
--End Intermission--
"Like that, for instance," said Domino, "Wow, we got to the other side pretty fast."
"You guys ready to go now?" said Ekans,"You didn't get stumped by any unladen black chocobo air-speed problems, I take it?"
"Let's just find the spoony mako fountain thing."
* * *
"Well," said Ekans, "This thing sure does look lively today."
"Hmmm," said Hart, "It looks like a high pressure increase in the mako flux across the materia that had crystalized naturally here resulted in a fracture that opened a direct path into the Lifestream."
"What?"
"Hey, you don't think we stir around in that library all day without reading the books, do you?"
"Great," said Ekans, "That spoony #519 could have already broken out here."
Then a beeping sound came from Solid Ekans' pocket.
"What's that?" asked Domino, "A pack up CODEC?"
"No," said Agent Ekans, "It's the pokédex . . . it's detecing a high number . . . darn, it's #665."
"#665?" said Hart, "What the spoony is #665?"
A strange creature was carried up by a sudden burst of lifestream, rocketing it out onto the ground.
It picked itself back up and turned back towards the mako fountain before letting out a cry of, "Again! Again!"
"Number 665 . . . " said Ekans, ". . . almost pure evil."
Another Intermission. A Moogle started singing, "In the rain or in the snow, we got the funky mako flow....!"*
"Quiet!" yelled Hart, "No more Parappa refs!"
End Intermission.
* * *
Deep inside a chasm in the Nibel Mountains, a darkly cloaked figure picked himself up off the ground. "Well that didn't work." Slowly, the injured bridge-keeper reached into his pocket and pulled out a tattered piece of paper. Agent Caeser pulled back his hood as he ran his finger down the list of names he had failed to assininate. "Let's see... Gray Fox? No. Solid Ekans? No. Agent Aya? Yes!" Finally, victory was his.
"Next up?" the RIA agent examined his list, "Fidel Castro?"
* * *
Meanwhile, above and beyond the chasm, JBI Agents Domino and Hart, Solid Ekans, and SOCOM Bob the Pikachu stared in horror at this unspeakable creature before them.
"Again! Again!" it yelled in a ghastly-saccarine tone.
"That's Pokémon #665?" questioned Domino. "That's too horrible for words! Eyagghhhh!!" The frazzled agent ran away with his arms in the air.
"Bob! Go!" shouted Ekans as his SOCOM Pikachu charged forth an electric barrage of sweet justice!
"Uh," Hart tapped Ekans on the shoulder, "What does SOCOM mean?"
"No time for that now," answered Ekans, "Bob! Thundershock!" Obediently, the SOCOM Pokémon unleashed a wave of lightning power upon the happy, dancing, laughing and smiling Pokémon of pure evil.
"Again! Again!" bubbled the vile beast.
"Now what?" Ekans groaned.
"I could," Hart took out a strange pokéball and looked forlornly at it. It wasn't like an ordinary pokéball: it was all black with a single yellow star on top. "Nahh..." Hart returned the ball to his pocket.
"Again! Again!" shouted the happy demonic evil Pokémon.
Domino leaned against the side of the mountain as he wiped the sweat from his brow after his brisk run. Suddenly, Agents Hart and Ekans (and Bob) ran past him, with a joyful creature of pure malevolence in merry pursuit.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!" the creature howled in an inhuman tone.
"Wait for me, guys!" called Agent Domino as he followed the retreating compatriats.
* * *
Agent Benit and Locke ate their lunches while she read the stocks. The twinkies were going up in value, which was a good thing for some. Only thing Agent Benit was worried about was the ingredients. Oh well, Agent Artemis could take care of that, right? (Yeah right.)
Suddenly, Villain #5 of the Pentagon entered the building. He recognized the two people at the far table from the research he'd done on the Agents and friends from the past FPS and this FPS.
"PREPARE TO DIIIE!!!" he yelled out, throwing a smokescreen.
Locke stood up, only to be blinded with Agent Benit from the smokescreen. Both of them were conked on the head with maces and dragged away. It seemed like the Pentagon was one step further to victory.....
"Hey! Don't give me any riff-raff of the Pentagon winning!" a Chibi-Benit yelled.
Sorry.
* * *
Agent Benit woke up, only to see herself in a prison cell. Locke woke up later in the same cell as her.
"Whoa, what just happened?" Agent Benit wondered. A mysterious man walked up to the other side of the bars and laughed his lungs out.
"EEP!" Agent Benit could only muster. She knew who this was. Villain Number 5. She thought her eyes would go blind with the sight of the monster.
"I shall kill you and bring your carcasses to my boss. He'll be most pleased," Villain #5 said as he licked his lips. Benit gave a wry look as the villain advanced towards the cage.
Locke became frustrated as he tried to bend the bars apart, with no success. #5 went through the bars Eve-style and advanced for Agent Benit..... He was about to kill her, when a stream of music hit his ears and made him dizzy.
"Grrrahh! Who interferes with my meal!?" Villain #5 barked. Agent Benit silently took her glaive out when he wasn't looking.
"I do!"
All three of them saw what appeared to be a simple bard with a harp in his hands. #5 didn't have time to react, for Agent Benit swiped her polearm at him. The sharp end hit him, giving Locke a chance to steal something. He managed to steal a rare Alloy Pipe.
"Grr! Next time, you fools!" #5 disappeared.
"What a wuss!" Agent Benit stated simply.
"I wonder what this is...?" Locke wondered as he stared at his new treasure. The bard unlocked the two of them out of their prison. The bard took the two of them upstairs. He explained to them where they were within .. Castle Baron.
"Why would we be here!? We have to stop the Pentagon for cripes sake!" Locke complained.
"We must return to our world soon!" Agent Benit worriedly said.
"Oh, that's quite simple," the bard said.
"It is?" the others asked.
"Just go through the Serpent Road to your right, and you'll be in Mysidia. Talk to the Elder there. He'll know how to interglactically send you home," the bard explained.
"Okay. We're outta here!" Agent Benit said as she and Locke left. They went through the Serpent Road, draining most of their stamina. They drealily walked to an inn and slept, without any disturbances. (Thank the 7th Heaven!)
The next day....
"So Elder, how can we leave this world?" Agent Benit asked him.
"The only thing we can do is wish for the Big Whale to come forth. The only problem is that if King Cecil finds out, you're screwed," Elder pointed out.
"WHAT!? Why?" Locke exclaimed.
"Because he's already pissed off from the last war. If he figures out that there's another one, he'll want to come with you...."
"We've got Agent and friend overpopulation as it is! That's definitely being screwed!" Locke interjected.
"We'll have to wish quickly then," Agent Benit said.
They wished and wished and wished until they all had a headache and saw pretty kalidescopes in their heads. They heard a roar of water. The whale-esque airship of FF4 came crashing out of the waters, the sound even giving Leviathan a headache from a distance away.
"Yes! Get inside the Big Whale as soon as you can! And you've got to return it as well!" the Elder called out. Locke whispered in Benit's ear, "Yeah right!", prompting her to smack him on the head.
The Big Whale made an intergalactic travel through space....and they both watched for each other in case some bi- I mean, witch came and possessed either one of them and distorted them to commit suicide in space. Fortunately, they arrived at RT safely.
Agent Benit landed the Big Whale near Rocket Town, setting some people to a feast for their eyes. Locke just rolled his. Obviously, the protest was over when they later found multi-coloured Twinkies in the Rocket Town Kwikkie Mart.
"Well, now we just met one member of the Pentagon. And we have an ultra cool airship now. But we keep getting bad luck from everything wherever we go...sorta like a gambit," Agent Benit surmised.
"Lesse....what can we do?"
"We can only invade the Pentagon now, but I think all of the Agents and friends need to be gathered to stop them and find out their secrets for failure. That'd be impossible for just the two of us...." Agent Benit pointed out.
Now, what were the minter/thief, excuse me, treasure hunter, to do to save the world? Sit and mope in the Big Whale? We'll see.
* * *
"I wonder how many people can fit on this chocobo?" said Ekans, tossing out his chocopokéball, "Well, we're going to find out."
"Wark? . . . Wark! . . . WARK!"
The three agents landed atop the chocobo and it took off up the mountain path with the demonically cute monster in still pursuit.
"Is it just me?" said Domino, "Or is it actually getting faster?"
"Pi-pika chu!" said Bob.
"Oh my spoony, Bob's right," said Ekans, "That thing has a knife or some sort!"
Hart glanced back at his ball, but this still was not the time.
* * *
Caesar noted that a cloud of dust was gathering in the distance further down the path, but that seemed inconsequential, concidering he had to find some way to get from Nibelhiem to Cuba. Soon the formless cloud became larger and better defined and an over-burdened Chocobo could be seen running at break-back speeds up the path. An instant later he was sent into a spin and nearly flung from the path as the Chocobo tore up the path, sprinting up the mountain. As soon as he regained his bearings, another, smaller, cuter, but much more sinister object darted by, sending him spiralling about again.
* * *
"Someone else take the reigns," said Ekans, "I'm going to try and use... this."
He reached into his bottomless MGS inventory and removed something resembling a pink stinger missile launcher.
"What's that?"
"It's a rabid Chu-Chu launcher," said Ekans, "It's to be used only in the greatest of emergencies."
Ekans took the launcher and locked on to their pursuer and fired, sending a poké ball like object sailing from the barrel of the weapon. Once the ball was a few feet away, it opened, releasing a psychotic ball of pink fur that sailed towards their target, pouncing onto the evil being as it began to gnaw on a strange antenna-like protrustion from it's head. Unfortunately, the creature kept coming, it just ran at them with a rabid Chu-Chu attached to it's head.
"What was the point of that?" asked Hart.
"Well," said Ekans, "I expected a bit more out of that shot, but you gotta admit, 'Rabid Chu-Chu' is a pretty comical phase. Kinda like 'Lethal Gopher' or 'Giant Robot Parrots From Mars'."
"Just sit down and drive the chocobo."
"Right."
The abhorent creature continued its pursuit of the trio at them with a rabid Chu-Chu attached to its head.
"Again! Again!" the vile beast beckoned.
Domino narrowed his eyes at the rapidly approaching peak. They were running out of Mount Nibel to run on.
"Ekans!" the beleagured ex-mayor projected, "I don't suppose this is a flying chocobo Pokémon by any chance is it?"
"No!" Ekans called back in the rushing wind.
"Oh, perfect."
Hart again retrieved the ominous black pokéball with the single yellow star on it and pondered. But no, now was not the time. The enigmatic artifact was returned to Hart's jacket pocket.
"We'll have to hope for the best," Ekans offered.
"Just as long as you don't want us to gotta you-know-what...," grumbled Hart.
"Chocopokémon, super jump attack whirlwind gust rush through the air! Now!" Ekans bellowed to the racing bird.
"Say THAT three times fast," Domino moaned.
* * *
Meanwhile, a giant and very round-like airship sat adjacent to the sleepy hamlet known as Rocket Town, while the air around it filled with the sounds of summer. More specifically, the sounds of light yard work.
"Once you're done rakin' those leaves," Cid barked at his two helpers, "Come around back for some fence-paintin' and lawn-mowin'!" With that said, the grizzly pilot stormed into his house and slammed the door.
Benit and Locke looked up from their chores and grumbled under their breath. There had to be a better way to spend a multi-epic crossover like this than doing Cid's yard work.
"Omizu..." Locke muttered in Japanese, leaning on his rake, while wondering how the HECK they can rake leaves in the summer.
"Hey," Benit's eye caught a glimpse of something rocketing upward from Mount Nibel in the direction of North Corel, "What the heck's that?" It looked like three screaming agents riding a single chocopokémon as it leapt through the air.
"Nahh. Couldn't be," she said with a dogged smile and the young minter returned to the leaves.
* * *
North Corel was a sleepy little town. Well, not so much a town as a sleepy little burnt-out mine shaft with tents and lean-to's scattered about the dirt. But it was home.
Lenny, who shall have no further role in this story, arose from his cardboard bed one morning and stretched in the rays of sunshine which penetrated the holes in his tent. A new day was upon him. And so was his tent. A spoonification of an impact struck his little dwelling and shattered everything in Lenny's world - especially his spine.
* * *
Domino un-clenched his eyes and carefully looked around, "Hey," he heyed, "We're alive! Yahoo!"
"Yeah," Ekans patted the head of his weary chocopokémon as the trio dismounted, "But I hope we didn't hurt my chocopokémon. And there better be a Pokémon Center here."
Hart looked about and noticed a man wearing nothing but an extra-large Frosted Materia-O's box walking by. "I wouldn't count on that."
Nevertheless, Ekans returned his Pokémon to the ball for safe keeping until he could find a center, and the group walked carefully off the remains of the crushed tent beneath their feet.
"Pi-KA-chu!" pikachued Bob.
"You said it, Bob," Solid Ekans replied, "That was one spoony of a ride."
"Now what?" Hart piped.
"According to my PokéDex," Ekans offered, "That Pokémon #665 will hunt us down forever, so we should keep moving."
"Say," Domino said, "Isn't there one of those mako-things here, too? We still haven't found anything else on the missing trainer or Pokémon #519."
"Good idea," Ekans agreed, "Let's get to the funky mako fl-" Next words were clamped by Hart's left hand.
* * *
A distant road. A dusty road. A lone hitchiker wandered aimlessly through the unrelenting sun. He turned, ever so slightly, and caught something approaching. A bus. The pedestrian waved over the form of public transport and stepped on.
"Is Cuba on your route?" the traveller asked.
"Sit down, and shut up!" was the response.
* * *
Agent Benit collapsed from raking the leaves and painting the fence with Locke, just for the grizzly pilot she worked with last FPS. They now had to lawnmow.
"Geez, and to think Bill Clinton had a bad reputation, this' worse!" Locke said.
A voice called from inside the house, "WHAT WAS THAT!?"
"Ummmm, the horse had a bad case of unblockapotation! That's all, Cid!" Benit called out. Benit rubbed a few beads of sweat from her forehead. They had to urge to scream it by now...
"GET US OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The yell echoed about five times in the distance. Several onlookers glared at them for disturbing the tranquility. Agent Benit and Locke knew that no one would save the two of them, seeing as the agents were on their different missions. Since they didn't have anything to do to save the Planet again, they only thought of one word: VACATION. They grinned at each other with a bit of sly edges to them (to pronounce "freedom", mind you).
With that, after running away from a cursing to oblivion pilot, they boarded the Big Whale and set off to Costa del Sol for a getaway vacation Benit won from a contest earlier.
**Awhile later**
Agent Benit was getting a natural suntan, making sure to put on level 500 sunblock, or she could die. Locke swam in the beach for as long as he could until something or someone unexpectedly came (of course, with sunblock on).
"Well, this is the life! To think I'm going around the world, saving people and I'm missing opportunities like this!" Benit said, then relaxed, a coin slipping from her t-shirt pocket.
* * *
"Well this is a bust."
Junon Bureau of Investigation Agent Domino wiped the dust from his glasses as he scowled at the abandoned Mako Reactor the trio stood in. Agent Hart and Solid Ekans nodded to the crappiness of their latest lead. Bob the SOCOM pikachu simply sneezed.
"Well," Ekans offered, "We did find more of this moth dust in here. And another Jenova's Witness pamphlet." Domino looked down in feigned excitement.
"Alright," the ex-mayor grumbled, "Let's get the spoony out of here."
"Nod so fest."
The quartet turned in the direction of the mysterious voice in utter shock. Emerging from the back room of the Corel Reactor was a large group of well-dressed young people in snazzy dark purple suits. At the head of this group, a young man whose face was covered in shadow.
"Who in the bard are you?" Hart yapped.
"I vill tell you my name in good time, comrade," answered the mystery man.
"Okay, well give us a call sometime." Domino and the others began to slowly back out of the door.
"Nyet. Vor now I vant to taak about somethink of more importens," dejected the shadowed figure. He carefully walked forward, but the shadow seemed to follow his face and his face only. It seemed strange to the agents that no one else in this group were covered by shadow. Domino made a mental note to include that in his memoirs.
"I vish to discuz," the approaching man started, "De glory dat iz Jenovahh."
"Oh no," Hart cried, "Witnesses!"
"End nod just dat," the leader finally stepped into the light, "Vormer Pokéy-MON drainers." Ekans, Hart, Domino and Bob gasped in total and utter shock. It was he: Trainer the Captain. Or Trainer Captain or the trainer or Cooltrainer the Captain, etc.
"You!" yelled Domino, "We've been sent to find you!"
"Dah, comrade," answered the Cooltrainer Witness, "But id iz I whoo hav vound yu."
"He's been brainwashed...," Solid Ekans mumbled.
"How can you tell?" asked Hart.
"Just listen to that bad Russian accent."
"Enuv," commanded the ex-trainer, "Ged DEMM!"
Instantly, the well-dressed Jenova Witnesses sprouted horrible wings which tore through their finely-knit jackets and sailed into the air!
"Moth Men!!!!" shouted Domino as he led the hasty retreat out of the reactor. They raced outside with the angry horde of buzzing moth men in hot pursuit.
"There!" Ekans pointed at an awaiting Corel locomotive, just coincidently running and ready. The four adventurers leapt onto the train just as the reactor door exploded with pursuing, flying, well-dressed, well-groomed, young people with giant moth wings!
"Can you drive this thing?" shouted Hart.
"No problem," Ekans answered as he began pulling two levers back and forth. Suddenly, the train rocketted out of sight as the runaway locomotive roared away from the pursuing band!
"Now-can-you-slow-this-thing-down?" cried Domino.
"Um," Ekans looked down at the two levers he was hastily pulling back and forth, "No problem?" He continued pulling the levers at the exact same rate but yet the train inexplicably started to slow. It was then that the three noticed their pursuers were lost.
"Pi-KA-chu!" grinned Bob.
"You can say that again, Bob," chuckled Ekans.
Suddenly, the train accelerated at an alarming rate!
"What are you doing?!!" shrieked Domino.
"I'm still pulling these levers," Ekans replied evenly. But then the small team could see the outskirts of Corel.
"Slow down slow down slow down!" gibbered Hart.
"O-oh okay," Ekans mused. He of course continued pulling the levers at the exact same rate. The train started to slow, but then suddenly roared toward the sleeply little town.
"Spoony!" yelled Domino.
The train struck the block at the end of the track with such a force that tents from Corel flew into the air for miles around. Even Dio was angered to see someone had draped filthy tents all over the Speed Square racetrack when he arrived to work the following day.
The three agents and pokemon sailed through the air and hit the ground hard just near Costa Del Sol. After several hours of sunny unconsciousness, the team finally awoke.
"Oh my spoony achin' spoony," spooned Domino.
"Pi-KA-chu!" pikachued Bob.
"Yeah, Bob," Ekans agreed, "That was a startling turn of events that led us here. I also agree with your point that we should get up off this sandy beach and find some transportation."
"Hey, look!" shouted Hart as he pointed to the distance, "It's the Highwind! And it's pregnant!"
"Quiet you," snapped Domino, "That's not the Highwind."
"Whatever airship it is," Ekans announced, "Let's ask those two beach people if they can take us to the next Pokemon Gym. In Fort Condor."
* * *
Benit looked up from her tan mirror just by chance, and saw three weary, dusty travellers approaching. "Ekans?"
"How is Fort Condor the 'next gym'?" Hart whispered to Domino.
"Quiet you!" again snapped Domino.
"We need you to take us to Fort Condor," Ekans began, "We're looking for Pokemon #519," the agent's tone became grim and dire, "-and the Moth Men are coming...."
Benit looked out to the water where Locke was still snorkling before turning back to the solid agent. "Oookay...." She suppressed her laughter.
"*ahem*," said Ekans, turning towards the water, "I said, THE MOTH MEN ARE COMING!"
Prompting the thie- . . . er . . . treasure hunter's head to jerk up and spit out a great deal of water before turning towards the group to exclaim, "MOTH MEN?!?"
"What?" said Hart, "Has he not been keeping up with the plot or something?"
"I think that reaction was supposed to be funny," said Domino.
"Oh."
"In any case," said Ekans, "This train we're on seems to have made a stop, despite how the catch-phrase goes, and we need some help making it to Fort Condor."
"Well," said Benit, "We're kinda on vacation, but I guess we can fire up the Whale and head over there, just as long as there's no house or yardwork involved." She gave a look that spelled annoyance.
"Don't worry," said Ekans, "I hear they won some kind of super-sweeper device at the Gold Saucer that's been taking care of things for them."
Then a sinister face arose from beneath the waves, bringing with it a large pointy knife.
"He he he he he!"
"Pidgey-karp!" shouted Ekans,"It's #665!"
"It really did follow us," said Domino, "Let's get the spoony out of here!"
"It doesn't look that dangerous," said Benit, "I think I saw something like it on TV once . . ."
The #665 leapt at Benit, who dodged out of the way just in time as it swung it's weapon down, cleaving a bottle of sunscreen in two.
"Again! Again!" it proclaimed.
The group wasted no time fleeing the scene for the Big Whale. Locke didn't even get the chance to grab a towel as the group fled up the boarding ramp of the spaceship.
* * *
Moth Men, Yuffie clones, evil Pokémon, and now aliens had landed in Costa Del Sol, but Agent Aya was determined to get to the bottom of this. She decided to investigate this spacecraft more closely. Peering into the engines revealed that they where indeed of a design not of this world. They gave off a strange glow, almost as if they where about to-.
Aya came to the sudden realization that this was going to be one of THOSE parts of the mission.
* * *
The whale shot off away from the evil pocket monster and off towards Fort Condor.
"Uh-oh," said Benit, "I'm getting something on the sensors here . . . mulitple in-bound objects . . . pretty small for aircraft . . ."
"Spoony," said Hart, "It's gotta be more Moth Men."
"What in the- . . . They're doing something funky," said Locke, "I'll put it on-screen."
The Moth Men, flying in formation, began to glow, as energy arced between them. Soon they shone brightly and fused together into one huge object, which took on the shape of . . . Well, it was just a really big moth man.
"Oh my spoony!" said Ekans, "It looks like . . . Mothra Man."
"Greeeeat," said Hart, "How are we going to fight against that thing?"
"Do you have any special weapons or something?" asked Ekans.
"This is just a transport ship," said Benit, "not the USS Missouri!"
"You haven't got a clue, have you?" said Ekans, "This is an add-on fic! You should always carry a special weapon!"
"Look," said Domino, "Shamless Wild Arms re-inactments won't help us right now, doesn't anyone have a Xenogears refrence we could use to fight that thing giant-robot/monster style?"
"Off course!" said Ekans,"The rabid Chu-Chu gun!"
Ekans took out the launcher and set a dial labeled 'limiter' to off, then he opened the side hatch of the whale and he fired the launcher at the Mothra man. After giving out many shouts of 'Chu', the rabid Chu-Chu grew to an astounding size and it began to attack the Mothra man.
"That ought to keep it busy for a while," said Hart.
"Well," said Locke,"The fort's right ahead."
Agent Benit piloted the Big Whale from the massive Moth Man to Fort Condor.
"Gotta remember to add some weapons to this thing..." she muttered to herself.
"What was that?" Hart asked her.
"Notta thing! By the way, what do you need Fort Condor for?" Benit asked Ekans.
"My Chocopokémon got exhausted from get us an escape from that horror. We need a Gym that's pretty far away from the New World for a bit. Holy Magikarp! This' taking too long!" Ekans exclaimed.
"There's another add on for later. By the way, I think there's some beds in the back, along with a Big Chocobo to store your useless stuff," Benit pointed out.
"I oughta put my Alloy Pipe I stole from Villain #5 with the Big Chocobo!" Locke said and left.
Everyone sweatdropped. Agent Benit landed the Big Whale near Fort Condor. While Solid Ekans and his group left for some Pokéstuff, Benit and Locke decided to add on the rocket launcher and nukes they didn't tell the others. The two of them ran around in pure 16-bit style (even if they were in a 128-bit world) and thought up cool new sensations for rocket launchers and tactical nukes.
In no time at all, the parts were put to place and the Big Whale seemed to look like the Highwind, only with a larger outside, a Big Chocobo, some beds and the ability to travel intergalactically with the Flight Crystal.
"I'm bored again. I'm going inside the Fort to see what's up with Ekans," Locke said.
Benit shrugged. "I guess I'm working with Ekans as well, seeing that Pokémon #665 almost killed me," she said as she followed Locke.
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