Pokémon Mafia Tale Chapter 1

--The Story of a Grunt and the Pokémon Who Taught Him to Be a Trainer

Prologue:

At the western edges of the Johto region, amidst the treacherous terrain of Mt. Silver, a small and inconspicuous Team Rocket helicopter cut through the air. The unnamed scouts, clad in the iconic black uniforms with the crimson 'R,' scanned the landscape below.

As the helicopter hovered over a remote area, the scouts' keen eyes locked onto an extraordinary sight — an immensely powerful Tyranitar. Unlike its counterparts, this particular Tyranitar was a majestic dark green female with a prominent crack in its armor, a battle scar that spoke of fierce battles fought and won.

Quick to act, the scouts communicated their discovery to Team Rocket headquarters via radio. "Connect us to the boss; we've found something interesting," they reported, their voices laced with excitement and anticipation.

Back at the underground facility beneath Celadon City, the Team Rocket boss received the transmission. A man of calculated demeanor and unwavering authority, he ordered the scouts to be connected directly to his personal telephone line. The boss's Persian, perched regally at his side, emitted a low growl as the connection was established.

The scouts relayed the details of their find, describing the rare and formidable Tyranitar they had stumbled upon. The boss's eyes gleamed with interest, and a sly smile played across his face. Such a powerful Pokémon could be a game-changer for Team Rocket's operations.

"Excellent work," the boss commended, his voice a smooth blend of charisma and menace. "Return to headquarters immediately. Your reward awaits you."

With those words, the boss hung up, his mind already turning to the next step. He summoned Victor, a cold and unempathetic leader known for his experience and ruthlessness. The boss trusted Victor implicitly, relying on him to lead a capture squad for the prized Tyranitar. The boss envisioned adding this supreme Tyranitar to his personal roster, a symbol of Team Rocket's growing influence and power.

--The Story of a Grunt and the Pokémon Who Taught Him to Be a Trainer

Chapter 1: Just another day

The underground corridors of the Celadon hideout were dimly lit, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of damp concrete. The Boss sat behind a sleek black desk in his office, stroking his Persian absentmindedly. Its sharp golden eyes followed every movement in the room, unblinking, unreadable.

Victor entered the office and immediately bowed. "Boss."

"Admin Victor," the boss spoke, gesturing for him to stand straight. "I have a task for you."

Victor listened attentively as the boss revealed the discovery of the powerful Tyranitar in the Johto region. A supreme specimen, the boss expressed his desire to add it to his personal roster. Victor's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding the significance of the mission.

"Your mission is to bring that Tyranitar back to HQ, alive," the boss commanded, his voice unwavering. "You'll lead a squad of grunts. Use any means necessary."

Victor, ever practical, inquired about the use of the Master Ball, a potent tool in Team Rocket's arsenal. The boss, however, had different plans.

"No, I have greater plans for the Master Ball," the boss replied, his tone cryptic. "You will receive other means to capture the Tyranitar. Just bring it back to HQ alive, and I will personally catch it with a regular Poké Ball in a more controlled environment."

With a nod, Victor accepted the boss's orders. The boss continued, "Take the capture machine. You know how to handle it. Use it to put the Tyranitar to sleep before capturing it. I trust you, Victor."

Victor acknowledged the boss's trust with a firm salute and exited the office. As he walked through the underground corridors of Team Rocket's hideout, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This mission was crucial, and success would undoubtedly enhance his standing within the organization.

After Victor departed from the boss's office, he strolled into the common area where most of the rocket grunts spent their free time, and where Jake, a lanky low-ranked grunt with sharp features and dark hair, along with his cheerful best friend, Alan, were immersed in playful banter. Jake, with his short dark brown hair and an angular face reflecting a mix of determination and mischievousness, exchanged witty remarks with Alan. Meanwhile, Alan, with light brown hair and a perpetual smile that brightened his friendly face, responded with laughter to Jake's jests.

The lively scene continued with Jake's Zubat, a young, small, winged Pokémon with a distinctive blue and purple coloration, darting around the area, engaging in playful antics. The mischievous Zubat teased Alan's Grimer, a smaller than average, dark purple, gooey and playful little Pokémon, whose response was filled with amusement. The banter between Jake and Alan, combined with the playful interaction of Zubat and Grimer, created a vibrant atmosphere in the common area of the Rocket hideout.

Jake smirked, leaning against the wall, took a bite of his sandwich, and tossed a playful comment at Alan. "Hey, Alan, your Grimer looks like he's having more fun playing with Zubat than battling. Maybe we should trade!"

Alan chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, Jake, Grimer just knows how to have a good time. Battles are serious business, but playtime is sacred, right, Grimer?" Alan's Grimer responded with a gooey sound that seemed to affirm his agreement.

Zubat, living up to his mischievous nature, darted between them, stealing a glance at Jake before swooping down to snatch Jake's sandwich. This prompted a chase, with Jake frantically pursuing Zubat to reclaim his snack.

The banter continued, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie as Jake and Alan exchanged jokes, their Pokémon joining in the lighthearted play. Despite their affiliation with Team Rocket, in these moments, they seemed like regular friends.

Victor, with a stern expression, interrupted their camaraderie. "Jake, Alan, Kyle, Harrison, gather 'round. We've got a mission."

Jake and Alan exchanged quick glances before following Victor to a corner of the common area, where the atmosphere quickly shifted from lighthearted to serious. Kyle and Harrison joined them from across the common room.

Kyle, young and smug with overconfident hubris was Admin Victor's nephew, and seemed destined to become an admin one day. His short, blonde hair complemented his young appearance.

Harrison was a year or two older than Jake, he had always seemed arrogant and cocky, but professional and efficient at his job.

"Here's the deal," Victor began, his gaze encompassing the group. "We've got intel on an exceptionally powerful Tyranitar in the Johto region. Boss wants it alive, and we've got a special job to do. Jake, you're in charge of keeping the capture gear in top shape. Alan, you'll be manning the tranquilizer spear turret on the capture machine. Kyle, Harrison, you two are on standby for support. We leave in an hour."

As Victor briefed them on the mission details, the group quickly shifted into mission mode. Jake, though not the most skilled trainer, took his responsibility seriously, ensuring that the capture gear was in optimal condition. Alan cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood, and even Zubat seemed to find his antics amusing as he flitted around.

They gathered around the capture machine, equipped with a tranquilizer spear turret, a menacing piece of technology designed for the taming of powerful Pokémon, mounted on a large helicopter.
With the capture squad assembled, the hum of the helicopter engines signaled their departure. Kyle, looking up to Victor as a mentor, eagerly joined him in the cockpit as they prepared for liftoff. Jake exchanged a final glance with Alan, a mix of determination and uncertainty in his eyes.

The helicopter soared over the plains and forests of the Kanto region, before reaching the rugged terrain of Mt. Silver, the blades chopping through the crisp mountain air. Inside, the capture squad members were focused on their respective tasks. Victor, the experienced leader, skillfully piloted the aircraft, his eyes scanning the landscape below.

"Keep your eyes peeled, everyone," Victor's voice crackled over the intercom. "We're looking for a dark green Tyranitar with a noticeable crack in its armor. Once we spot it, we move in for the capture."

In the back of the helicopter, Jake sat with Harrison, the hum of the engines creating a tense atmosphere. Harrison sat with his Natu perched on his knee. "What's up with you today, Natu?" he asked. Natu seemed unusually nervous.

As they circled Mt. Silver, Alan, stationed at the capture machine controls, adjusted the tranquilizer spear turret with precision. His eyes darted between the controls and the landscape below, searching for any sign of the elusive Tyranitar.

"There it is." Victor's voice broke through the intercom as he spotted the distinctive figure of the Tyranitar, its massive form moving among the rocks.

"Alan, get ready. Take aim, but don't fire until I give the signal," Victor commanded, his eyes fixed on the powerful Pokémon below.

Alan nodded, his hands steady on the controls. The helicopter descended cautiously, maintaining a safe distance from the Tyranitar. The grunts in the back braced themselves for the upcoming capture.

"Jake, Kyle, Harrison, be ready for anything. We want this Tyranitar alive, but it won't go down without a fight," Victor warned, his voice firm and authoritative.

Zubat, sensing the tension, chirped softly, its mischievous demeanor momentarily subdued by the seriousness of the situation. The atmosphere in the helicopter grew palpably charged as the capture squad closed in on the powerful Tyranitar, the crack in its armor glinting ominously in the mountain sunlight.

As the helicopter hovered over the Tyranitar, Victor's command echoed through the intercom, "Alan, take the shot!"

The tranquilizer spear launched—but something went wrong. A mechanical failure sent the shot off course, and instead of striking the intended spot, the spear embedded itself deep into the Tyranitar’s eye.

A deafening roar of agony filled the mountains. The massive Pokémon writhed in pain, thrashing violently. The realization of their catastrophic failure hit Jake like a punch to the gut. The capture machine—his responsibility—had malfunctioned.

A collective gasp echoed through the helicopter as the tranquilizer spear hit its mark, but not in the intended manner. A malfunction caused the shot to go horribly wrong, and the Tyranitar, majestic and powerful, writhed in pain on the ground below.

Panic and guilt seized Jake as he stared at the monstrous Pokémon, roaring in agony with the spear embedded in its eye. The capture machine, which he was responsible for maintaining, had failed catastrophically. Jake knew something was wrong with the turret's stabilizer, but due to his inexperience and lack of proper training he didn't know what.

Victor's stern voice crackled through the intercom, "What the hell happened, Alan?"

"I don't know! The machine malfunctioned! I swear!" Alan's voice wavered with a mix of panic and frustration.

Jake felt a lump in his throat as he looked down at Zubat, the small Pokémon sharing the shock and horror etched on its face. The atmosphere in the helicopter turned tense and heavy, the consequences of the malfunction sinking in.

Victor, the experienced leader, barked orders to the squad, "We need to act quickly. Kyle, get on the radio and call for immediate medical assistance."

Jake frantically examined the capture machine. His fingers fumbled over the controls, anxiety coursing through him. The Tyranitar's agonized roars below haunting him.

The helicopter hovered over the distressed Tyranitar, its agonized roars echoing through the mountainous landscape. Inside, Jake felt a heavy weight settle in his chest as guilt and panic consumed him. His hands shook as he desperately tried to understand what had gone wrong with the capture machine.

"No, it is the admins' fault! They put me on this important mission that I'm clearly not ready for!" Jake's thoughts raced, a blaming mantra playing in his mind. The magnitude of the situation overwhelmed him, and he cast a glance at Alan in the turret. Alan, too, appeared pale and wide-eyed with fear, seemingly blaming himself for the malfunction.

As Jake looked towards the cockpit, he could only see Victor's back, and a shiver ran down his spine. Victor, the experienced admin, was known for his stern and wrathful demeanor. The realization that Victor might unleash his anger on them for the catastrophic failure of the mission heightened Jake's anxiety.

The intercom crackled to life with Victor's voice, sharp and commanding, "Kyle, report."

"We've called for medical assistance, sir. They're on their way," Kyle responded nervously, his voice shaky.

The helicopter landed near the fallen Tyranitar. The squad approached cautiously, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Tyranitar lay motionless, the tranquilizer spear embedded in its eye, with blood everywhere.

As they got closer, it became apparent that Tyranitar was still alive, though suffering greatly in a pool of blood. The once mighty Pokémon was now reduced to a pitiful state, only the howl of the mountain wind could be heard as the group stood in silence.

Victor, seething with rage, turned his fury towards Alan. "You fool! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you screwed it up! You killed the boss's Tyranitar!" he roared, the echoes reverberating through the mountains.

Alan, his usual smile and laid-back demeanor gone, stood pale and trembling. "I-I didn't mean to! The machine malfunctioned! I swear!"

Victor, his anger unrelenting, released his own Pokémon, a formidable Rhydon. The ground shook as the massive Pokémon emerged, its presence accentuating the tension in the air.

"You'll pay for this." Victor declared, his voice cold and unforgiving. Rhydon glared with a low growl.

A wave of terror washed over Alan as he pleaded desperately, "Please, Victor! It wasn't my fault! I didn't want this to happen! Don't kill me!"

The gravity of the situation was palpable. The squad stood frozen, witnessing the wrath of their leader and the impending doom that loomed over Alan. Despite a nagging feeling that he should confess that the whole thing was his fault, Jake was too afraid. The once promising mission had turned into a nightmare, and the consequences were severe.

Zubat, perched on Jake's shoulder, trembled, sensing the fear and tension that filled the air. The mountainous silence seemed to amplify Alan's echoing pleas.

A cruel and emotionless command left Victor's lips as he pointed at Alan, "Use Hyper Beam."

Alan, terror etched across his face, stumbled backward, desperately attempting to escape the impending doom. His frantic attempts to run were futile, and Jake, paralyzed with horror, could only watch as the colossal Rhydon prepared the devastating Hyper Beam.

A surge of energy charged up within Rhydon's gaping maw. Bright light emanated from Rhydon's mouth, cackling with energy as it charged up the attack. building up before erupting into a powerful, destructive beam of pure force. Alan could only scream "Please, Admin Vict-!" when his attempts to flee were cut short as the Hyper Beam tore through him, a relentless force of destruction.

The beam raged on as Jake helplessly observed the annihilation of his best friend. Alan's form disappeared amidst the overpowering brilliance, leaving only his desperate pleas echoing in the mountains.

After the Hyper Beam subsided, Alan was gone, reduced to nothing by the sheer power of Rhydon's devastating attack. The weight of the loss hung heavy in the air, and Jake stood in stunned silence, grappling with the horror of witnessing his friend's sudden and brutal demise. Victor and Rhydon remained unfazed, as if this was just another day. Zubat, perched on Jake's shoulder, emitted a sorrowful cry.

"Alan was blamed for my mistake, and he got killed for it," Jake thought, his mind reeling from the profound injustice that unfolded before him.

Even Grimer, who had been with Alan, had met an unfortunate end, trapped in its Pokéball when the Hyper Beam struck. Victor, seemingly indifferent to the lives lost, was instead devastated at the failure of the mission to capture the Tyranitar. The fear of the boss's wrath loomed over him.

Amidst the desolation, Jake's eyes caught sight of a dark green baby Larvitar in a nearby nest, staring with wide, innocent, baby-blue eyes. Old enough to comprehend the tragedy that had befallen its mother, yet too young to defend itself or flee from those who had committed the act.

"Admin Victor, there is a baby Larvitar here," Jake spoke up, his voice carrying a mixture of sadness and urgency.

Victor, his gaze momentarily shifting from the lifeless Tyranitar, assessed the situation. The baby Larvitar represented an unexpected opportunity. Perhaps, if trained properly, it could become a valuable asset and, in some way, appease the boss.

Without a word, Victor made a decision. He ordered the squad to capture the baby Larvitar, and a net was thrown over the small Pokémon. The baby struggled within the confines of the net, its eyes reflecting a mix of fear and confusion.

"We can't return empty-handed. This Larvitar might save our lives." Victor declared, his tone colder than ever.

Jake couldn't help but feel sorrow for the small Pokémon, with streaks of tears running down its cheeks. As the squad prepared to return to headquarters.