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I'm thinking of posting to DW first and then Ao3 second so I can actually remember how to use the read more and my password for this site. Anyways, here's another patchworks. Don't think too hard on the premise, it's mostly just an excuse for me to have exposition. If you squint, these two could be familiar but I left it vague because I'm not too sure myself on where this is going.
"Raid on the City, Knock out evil tusks..."
"You know, I never did figure out what our logo meant." Balancing a supply package back and forth were the absentmindedly spoken thoughts of a grunt.
He shuffled the package onto his shoulder. Dropping it would spell monetary loss, and that was no good for Rainbow Rocket, even if he was a recruit who was only in it to make a quick buck. If only that girl hadn't robbed him blind, what kind of self respecting trainer uses pay day and an amulet coin all at once, it's like she was expecting him to lose all his money!
The Paldean Branch was pathetically small, infiltrating a school was kind of a stupid task, but it was to be expected of the younger recruits since they'd actually be able to blend in properly. But the entire thing was a drag, and spreading out Rainbow through universes meant their numbers were so thin meant that for the most part they were completely on their own! What a mess, the grunt grumbled, because taking over worlds was so above his idea of pay.
The whole time, he was speaking towards a commander. The commander mostly dealt with stuff that was above the grunt's understanding, so he wasn't really sure why this guy was sitting in the cargo room listening to him gripe and move boxes. The black hair of the grunt was poking out of his hat, the brown haired commander noted. It would need to be fixed later or he'd need a different hat so he wouldn't be so easily identified. There was zero potential in this one unlike the rest of the grunts in his squadron. Still, listening to this grunt was better than filling out paperwork.
But really, that commander was super cool, even if he spent most of the time just reading his book or sitting there covered up in a cloak. “I think I saw him fall asleep once in the storage room” was a rumor that was quickly squashed down, but watching the higher up sit there and stare at the book without switching pages often made him wonder if there was some truth to that rumor.
His commander shut the book he was reading, walked over, and pulled on the grunt's other shoulder.
Ignoring the grunt's cries of protest ("Ow, hey!"), the commander mused.
"In this book, there's a legend of a pokemon called the Great Tusk." The commander failed to follow up with "it happens to look like an overgrown donphan, and it's also apparently from a paranormal magazine that happens to be in this school."
"D'you mind if I put this box down?" The answer was yes, but the grunt put the box down anyways. A loud "oof!" was uttered as a few cargo boxes toppled by the new arrival.
"We have chairs, you know."
"I don't see you sitting on one. Anyways, a pokemon called Great Tusk, huh. Do you think Mr. Giovanni knew about it? Maybe it's on our target list." And there went the motor mouth. This particular grunt was always more of a talker than a doer.
The amount of times this idiotic boy had ended up in the infirmary after losing to a trainer or smacked by a pokemon were far too many to count. Even though this school accepted anyone, the paperwork trail could only go so far in terms of the healthcare. Their ages were pushing it though, as long as no one asked where they went to middle school they’d be able to get away with being considered the seniors to the younger grunts, but it was frustrating. How was this one the same age as him?!
The commander flicked him on the nose. I should be more mature than this, but it appeared he had sunk to this grunt's level. His hand hovered by as the grunt rubbed his nose.
"That's Boss Giovanni to you, grunt. Or maybe even sir. Shouldn't you address me the same way?"
"Erm, sorry sir!" The commander sat up from the box he was on. His hand never left the grunt's face.
The grunt looked up. There was a sort of unrecognizable feeling on that face.
"Sir?"
"I never told you the other meaning of our motto. The one that only the commanders and admins know. "
The grunt gave a nervous laugh. "You'd let me know? Doesn't that seem-"
"Attack cities one after another. Devastate them. We are the fangs of evil." The commander moved in closer as the grunt moved back. The boxes above him shuffled him. They were sort of like towers. They were way above him as he tried to shrink. Maybe joining Rocket was a mistake.
"You thought you'd quit after getting enough money, is that right? You bragged about in your recruitment."
The commander leaned over and spoke above him.
"I won't let you escape that easily. Once a rocket, always a rocket."
A/N
Team Rocket Acronym Referenced from Pokespe's Viz Translation and the Bulbapedia Translation of the Japanese version.
"Raid on the City, Knock out evil tusks..."
"You know, I never did figure out what our logo meant." Balancing a supply package back and forth were the absentmindedly spoken thoughts of a grunt.
He shuffled the package onto his shoulder. Dropping it would spell monetary loss, and that was no good for Rainbow Rocket, even if he was a recruit who was only in it to make a quick buck. If only that girl hadn't robbed him blind, what kind of self respecting trainer uses pay day and an amulet coin all at once, it's like she was expecting him to lose all his money!
The Paldean Branch was pathetically small, infiltrating a school was kind of a stupid task, but it was to be expected of the younger recruits since they'd actually be able to blend in properly. But the entire thing was a drag, and spreading out Rainbow through universes meant their numbers were so thin meant that for the most part they were completely on their own! What a mess, the grunt grumbled, because taking over worlds was so above his idea of pay.
The whole time, he was speaking towards a commander. The commander mostly dealt with stuff that was above the grunt's understanding, so he wasn't really sure why this guy was sitting in the cargo room listening to him gripe and move boxes. The black hair of the grunt was poking out of his hat, the brown haired commander noted. It would need to be fixed later or he'd need a different hat so he wouldn't be so easily identified. There was zero potential in this one unlike the rest of the grunts in his squadron. Still, listening to this grunt was better than filling out paperwork.
But really, that commander was super cool, even if he spent most of the time just reading his book or sitting there covered up in a cloak. “I think I saw him fall asleep once in the storage room” was a rumor that was quickly squashed down, but watching the higher up sit there and stare at the book without switching pages often made him wonder if there was some truth to that rumor.
His commander shut the book he was reading, walked over, and pulled on the grunt's other shoulder.
Ignoring the grunt's cries of protest ("Ow, hey!"), the commander mused.
"In this book, there's a legend of a pokemon called the Great Tusk." The commander failed to follow up with "it happens to look like an overgrown donphan, and it's also apparently from a paranormal magazine that happens to be in this school."
"D'you mind if I put this box down?" The answer was yes, but the grunt put the box down anyways. A loud "oof!" was uttered as a few cargo boxes toppled by the new arrival.
"We have chairs, you know."
"I don't see you sitting on one. Anyways, a pokemon called Great Tusk, huh. Do you think Mr. Giovanni knew about it? Maybe it's on our target list." And there went the motor mouth. This particular grunt was always more of a talker than a doer.
The amount of times this idiotic boy had ended up in the infirmary after losing to a trainer or smacked by a pokemon were far too many to count. Even though this school accepted anyone, the paperwork trail could only go so far in terms of the healthcare. Their ages were pushing it though, as long as no one asked where they went to middle school they’d be able to get away with being considered the seniors to the younger grunts, but it was frustrating. How was this one the same age as him?!
The commander flicked him on the nose. I should be more mature than this, but it appeared he had sunk to this grunt's level. His hand hovered by as the grunt rubbed his nose.
"That's Boss Giovanni to you, grunt. Or maybe even sir. Shouldn't you address me the same way?"
"Erm, sorry sir!" The commander sat up from the box he was on. His hand never left the grunt's face.
The grunt looked up. There was a sort of unrecognizable feeling on that face.
"Sir?"
"I never told you the other meaning of our motto. The one that only the commanders and admins know. "
The grunt gave a nervous laugh. "You'd let me know? Doesn't that seem-"
"Attack cities one after another. Devastate them. We are the fangs of evil." The commander moved in closer as the grunt moved back. The boxes above him shuffled him. They were sort of like towers. They were way above him as he tried to shrink. Maybe joining Rocket was a mistake.
"You thought you'd quit after getting enough money, is that right? You bragged about in your recruitment."
The commander leaned over and spoke above him.
"I won't let you escape that easily. Once a rocket, always a rocket."
A/N
Team Rocket Acronym Referenced from Pokespe's Viz Translation and the Bulbapedia Translation of the Japanese version.
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