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Mind Games

By Magus

Chapter 1: The Message

Orange League, Draaga Province: Navare Canton, City of Nurrungar 288 AS

Regis Lanert had a reputation. In the 8 years that he had been the head administrator of  Nurrungar’s pokécenter he had never been late to work, never taken a sick day, or been absent for any reason whatsoever.

This particular morning however, he was finding it difficult to keep that reputation intact, or even care for that manner.

“Lisa you have got to stop!” cried Regis, attempting to push his over affectionate Beach Bunny away. Said Bunnygirl evolution was currently bobbing her head up and down at warp speed on his dick and he was finding it particularly difficult to think straight let alone push her away. He had been so close to escaping the house this morning without fuss too, as he was currently leaning against his front door.

Lisa popped the head of her master’s cock out of her mouth, wrapping her long delicate fingers around the base before giving it a few experimental pumps, causing her large bikini-clad tits to jiggle enticingly.

“But maaasterr!” she whined, speeding up the rhythm of her hand, causing Regis to gasp in pleasure. “We never get to do it the morning!”

“T-th-that’s because if we did I’d never make i-it to work!” Regis managed to grunt out. His legs began to tremble as he felt himself getting close.

Sensing her master’s weakness Lisa moved in for the kill, wrapping her pouting lips around her master’s cock and sliding him down her throat.

Regis groaned as he felt Lisa’s throat constrict around him, her tongue impossibly wrapping around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. The combined sensation was too much and Regis let out a series of grunts as he came down his Beach Bunny’s throat.

Lisa moaned as she felt the first blast of her master’s seed hit the back of her throat, nearly cumming herself at the sensation.

Regis had trouble standing as he recovered from his orgasm. He was tempted to finally use one of his sick days right then and there until he remembered that today the pokécenter would be receiving a shipment of the new equipment he’d been asking for, for months.

Lisa’s shit-eating grin fell as she realized that her master had no intention of continuing the impromptu taming session, as he stuffed himself back into his pants.

“Sorry Lisa,” said Regis with a mournful expression. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later today. We can tame for as long as you want tonight okay?”

Lisa’s long sandy colored bunny ears drooped in disappointment, but shot back up at the thought of a long (and never ending if she could help it) taming in the evening.

“Fine,” said Lisa with a huff tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder haughtily, “but if you find one of the Nurse Joys missing for several hours during the day you’ll know why!”

Regis sighed. He was nearing 40 and he wasn’t sure if he still had it in him to keep up with Lisa, who despite being almost 35 had yet to hit her second puberty. He had long since given up all of his other pokégirls from his days as a tamer, only keeping Lisa as he had had her as Bunnygirl since before he became a tamer at the age of 25.

“Come on let’s go, and maybe we can get in a quick taming after I take inventory of this morning’s equipment delivery.”

Lisa smiled brightly at the thought of getting a taming earlier than expected, and picked up her pool towel that had abandoned on the floor earlier before opening up the front door and stepping out quickly.

“Come on master! Let’s hurry and get to work, we have tons to do you know!”

Regis shook his head with an amused smile. Nothing got Lisa going faster and kept her focused more than the promise of a taming.

Lisa’s enthusiasm was contagious as Regis quickly locked his front door before running off after his pokégirl who was almost halfway down the street.

Lisa for her part was barely paying any attention to what was in front of her as she thought about the taming she was about to receive, then about the dip in the pokécenter’s pool that she was going to have after, and then…

Her train of thought was interrupted as she ran into something hard and fell to the ground on her ass.

“Owww,” she moaned cutely, before looking up at the obstacle she had run into.

Her breath caught in her throat as a pair of icy blue eyes stared down at her. The eyes in question were attached to a tall man garbed in a black leather jacket, his black spiky hair rustling gently in the soft breeze blowing through town.

The man’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were hard and cold, shining with an intensity that caused a cold shiver to run up and down Lisa’s spine, and not the good kind either.

“You should watch where you’re going,” the man said, his voice smooth and soft. “You might end up getting hurt.”

Lisa sat where she had fallen for several seconds as the man continued on his way, completely ignoring Regis as he asked if he was all right.

“Lisa, are you all right?” Regis asked as he ran up to her.  “You just ran into that guy back there at full tilt! I’m surprised he’s still standing.”

“It was like running into a wall, but I’m fine,” she said standing up and running a hand up and down her tender butt.

“Let’s get to the pokécenter and get you checked out. You hit him really hard!”

Lisa rolled her eyes. Her master was so overprotective of her sometimes. Of course she wasn’t hurt at all as it would take more than falling on her ass to even leave a mark on her flawless tanned skin. Of course her master wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d had a Joy look her over even though they both knew there was nothing wrong.

The pokécenter itself was only a half-block down the road and they reached their destination in a matter of minutes.

Being that it was only 8:00am the pokécenter’s lobby was almost deserted save for a couple of early bird tamers and the Nurse Joy on duty behind the counter.

“Oh Regis, Lisa!” called the Nurse Joy Jessica with a beaming smile as Regis and Lisa entered the pokécenter. “You two are right on time as usual!”

“Unfortunately,” Lisa muttered before shooting her tamer a dirty look.

Regis pretended to ignore her. “Good morning Jessica, has the shipment from Darwin made it in yet?”

“Yes sir,” replied Jessica, leaning over the counter to hand him a clipboard. “This is the manifest; I had them move all the crates into the storage room as usual.”

Regis nodded absently, taking the manifest from the Joy and flipping through it, quickly scanning the contents.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered angrily, noticing a discrepancy. “They didn’t send us the triple reinforced restraints again.”

“Again?” Lisa asked, peeking over her master’s shoulder. “This is what, the third time you’ve asked for them?”

“Fourth,” replied Regis, going through the rest of the manuscript. “Time to send out another requisition form again, I guess.”

Jessica gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well if it makes you feel any better, the new healing unit is in.”

“Saw that,” Regis said as he stepped behind the counter to get at the computer. “By the way, could you take a look at Lisa? She took a nasty spill before we got here.”

“Oh my!” cried Jessica looking over at Lisa with concern, “are you injured?”

“Oh yes!” said Lisa with a teasing grin, running a finger along the side of her firm ass. “It hurts right here and I need you to inspect it right away!”

Jessica blushed, but gazed hungrily as the Beach Bunny began to pull at the string that kept her bikini bottom tied.

“If you two are going to do that, at least wait until Jessica’s shift is over,” said Regis distractedly as he began filling out the familiar equipment requisition form for the fourth time.

Lisa crossed her arms across her chest with a huff. “You are absolutely no fun this morning you big meanie!”

Regis looked up from the computer before giving Lisa a wide grin. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten my promise, once I’ve filled this out I’ll go check the equipment and then I’m all yours.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Can Jessica come too?” asked Lisa excitedly, hopping up and down in place, nearly causing her rather generous breasts to come flopping out of her bikini top.

“If she wants,” replied Regis warily. He could barely keep up with Lisa most of the time. If Jessica were to join them he’d probably be wiped out for the rest of the day, well, at least until Lisa had her way with him in the evening.

Jessica blushed again, but eyed Regis with a lusty grin. Even though he was getting up there in years, the man was still in peak shape.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” Jessica replied.

“Yay!” shouted Lisa, pulling Jessica in for a victory hug, nuzzling her face into the other girl’s breasts.

Regis rolled his eyes at his pokégirl’s usual antics as he finished typing out the form and sent it off.

“All right, let’s stop fooling around and get some work done,” he said, walking towards the back storage room.

Lisa stuck her tongue out at her master, but quickly released Jessica who had been trying to get her attention to inform her that she had to tend to customers.

Regis sighed as he viewed the multitude of crates in the storage room. There were quite a few so it would take him a while to sort through everything. He just hoped that they’d sent everything on the list. It wouldn’t be the first time there’d been a major screw up in the order.

“And it wouldn’t be the last,” he muttered to himself as he typed a password into the electronic lock of the crate in front of him.  After checking the contents and marking it off on his list, he moved on to the next crate. Lisa entered the storage room a moment later, jumping up on top of the closest crate, letting her legs swing off the edge.

“Maaasterr!” Lisa whined as Regis made his way through his fourth crate. “You’re going so slow!”

Regis shot his Beach Bunny an annoyed glare. “You know if you helped me, this could go twice as fast.”

Lisa grinned and jumped off her crate before sidling on up to her master.

“Here,” Regis said, handing her the bottom half of the manifest and a pen. “Go look through the crates I haven’t opened yet and mark down the items on the list if you see them.”

“Yes sir!”

Lisa snapped a mock salute before hopping off to search through the crates.

Tamer and pokégirl continued on quietly for a few minutes before Lisa abruptly broke the silence.

“Hey master what’s this?”

Regis looked up from the crate he was inspecting before looking over at his pokégirl who was holding up a large silver steel box. It didn’t look like anything the pokécenter had ordered.

“I’m not sure, bring it over here.”

Lisa quickly scampered on over, holding the box in front of her like it was some kind of prize.

Regis motioned for her to set it down in front of him before she could drop it. On the front there were two metal latches that held the box closed tight.

“I don’t remember ordering something like this,” he said, squatting down and undoing the two latches, “I wonder if it’s spare parts or something.”

When he opened the box all that was revealed was a black foam covering most of the interior and a small LCD screen with blinking red numbers attached to the lid.

00:00:21

“What the hell?” Regis said, baffled at the device at his feet.

00:00:18

“Is it a clock?” Lisa asked, once again peering over her master’s shoulder.

00:00:14

“I don’t think so,” said Regis, lifting up the black foam covering up the interior.

00:00:10

Below the foam was a small tangle of wires connected to a large number of fat tan bricks.

00:00:7

“Oh fuck…” Regis whispered as he felt the blood drain away from his face.

“What’s wrong master?” asked Lisa worriedly, perturbed by her master’s sudden pale appearance.

Regis didn’t answer, instead grabbing Lisa’s hand and bolting towards the storage room door. But it was too late.

The last words that passed through Regis Lanert’s mind were: I should have stayed home.

Almost a mile away, a tall man with cold blue eyes checked his watch, pulling up the sleeve of his leather jacket to reveal the silver time piece.

“Boom,” he whispered, a small grin creeping its way up his face.

On the other end of town the Nurrungar pokécenter exploded in an enormous burst of flame, leveling the entire building and the surrounding structures almost immediately.

The man continued on his way down the street even as the various Nurrungar townsfolk around him began to panic.

Ornge League, Draaga Province, City of Nurrungar, OLNN Live Broadcast, 288 AS

 A blonde haired man sat quietly at the lone table in his small studio apartment. Various electronic equipment and tools were scattered all over the table, a single handgun standing out amongst the odd assortment of items.

The only source of illumination in the apartment came from the large monitor mounted on the wall which currently displayed the Orange League News Network broadcast.

“And reporting from the scene live is Vickie Mathers. Can you hear me Vickie?”

“Loud and clear Tom,” said Vickie into her microphone.

The blonde man’s nimble fingers deftly cut through a length of wire, stripping the tip of its rubber housing quickly.

“Vickie it looks like the Nurrungar Fire Department is just now getting the blaze under control, what can you tell us about the situation?”

Turning on his soldering iron and donning a pair of dark tinted sun glasses, the blonde man soldered the ends of the wires onto a set of pins with a circular base. Acrid smoke rose into the air, creating a haze throughout the room.

“As you pointed out Tom, and as viewers at home can see, the Nurrungar Fire Department has brought in a crew of Blastits who within the last thirty minutes or so have finally gotten the fire under control. At this point there has been no official release as to the cause of the explosion that has leveled the Nurrungar pokécenter and three surrounding buildings.”

Behind Vickie rescue crews of Blazicunts could be seen entering and exiting the still smoldering remains of the pokécenter, the ones exiting carrying black body bags.

“A rescue team of Blazicunts have been entering and exiting the area searching for survivors, and have managed to pull out several pokégirls from the outlying buildings. No survivors have been found within the pokécenter itself however. Local authori—”

The blonde man paused from his work for a moment as the picture and sound from the broadcast became scrambled. The picture on the monitor winked out before reappearing with a white emblem of a stylized P and N set on a field of black.

“Men and women of the Orange League,” said a deep monotone voice, obviously electronically masked.

“We of Parity Now are responsible for the destruction of the Nurrungar pokécenter. This was done to send a message to our nation’s government. We will continue to destroy targets until the following demands are met:  1) Pokégirls are to receive emancipation and equal rights to humans. 2) Pokégirl slave labor throughout the Orange League’s various evolution stone mines is to cease and desist with the pokégirls paid fair compensation for their work. 3) Councilor Bruce Jorgens of Draaga Province is to be immediately arrested and tried for his crimes against pokégirls. 4) National Commander Nicholas Orlav is to be immediately arrested and tried for his crimes against pokégirls. 5) All pokégirl fighting organizations are to be abolished and those currently active are to cease all activities.”

The blonde man looked back down at the connected pins and wire in his hand, turning them over slowly to inspect the work before connecting the pins to a small circuit board within a metal housing that was connected to a flat LCD panel by several thin wires.

“Failure to comply with these demands will be met with extreme force. You have been warned.”

The blonde man glanced up again at the monitor as a stunned newscaster attempted to regain a semblance of control after their broadcast had been hijacked. Reaching across the table for another part, the blonde man suddenly froze as the sharp ring of his telephone filled the apartment.

The blonde man sighed and walked over to the stand by his bed to answer it.

“This is Sergei,” he said into the phone’s receiver.

“Did you see the news?” asked a male voice.

“Yes”

“The operation is a go, are you going to be ready?”

Sergei looked back over at the mess of electronics on his table. “I should have everything done by tomorrow.”

“That is acceptable. You’ll be partnering with Leon. He’ll contact you tomorrow morning. Have everything ready for him by then.”

Sergei frowned. “Understood, is there anything else?”

“No, you have your orders. Good luck.”

There was a click as the line went dead.

Orange League Congressional Commons

Ruling Council Emergency Meeting 288 AS

“This is preposterous!” yelled Councilor Bruce Jorgens, slamming his fists down on the large circular table that at which the 6 leading men and women of the Orange League sat.

“How many times do these Parity Now bastards have to be taken down before they’re gone for good?”

Michelle Walker watched Jorgens continue his angry tirade with a bemused expression, the man only stopping to slam his hands on the table every so often as if to accentuate his point. This had been going on for the last twenty four hours, ever since the seemingly defunct Parity Now organization had once again shown its face to the world in a most spectacular fashion, namely that of blowing up a pokécenter in Navare Canton in southern Draaga Province.

To Michelle’s left, Councilor Derrick Morata of Ibren Province sat quietly, his face pensive and serious. To Michelle’s right was Prime Minister Katherine Kursawi, who watched on without expression, her stuffy Supe-bra Genius stood just a step behind her chair with an equally expressionless face.

To the Prime Minister’s right sat Councilor Hiro Nguyen, looking as bland as ever, even in the face of such a troubling event.  To his right was Jorgens himself, who currently stood out of his chair gesturing wildly.

Michelle always found the man amusing since he was easily the most expressive of all the members of the council, always willing to say what was on his mind, no matter how extreme. How the man had made it this far in politics with an attitude like that Michelle could never discern.

 Behind Jorgens stood his Vixxen who seemed highly perturbed at her master’s agitated state. And finally, to Jorgen’s right, was seated Councilor Neeman Osterman, who seemed slightly nervous to be sitting next to someone who was so obviously riled up.

“This cannot be allowed to continue, their media broadcast was an insult to everything we’ve worked for in this League!” finished Councilor Jorgens, his face an ugly shade of red.

“We are doing everything we can, Bruce,” said Councilor Neeman Osterman, attempting to soothe the irate Draaga Councilor. “We’ve already got some of our top NSA Investigators on the case and the every depot and tamer in Draaga Province is on high alert, what more can we do until we root them out?”

Jorgens slid back into his seat, looking tired. His Vixxen standing behind his chair slid her hands onto his shoulders and began to massage them, a worried expression on her normally sultry face. Jorgens had been working himself to the bone for the last 24 hours trying to restore order to his Province, and the fatigue was visible, if not extremely obvious.

“The people are scared,” said Jorgens softly, the tension in his body slowly dissipating at his Vixxen’s ministrations. “They expect the tamers to protect them, but they can’t do their job if they don’t know who to fight.”

Michelle almost let out an undignified snort at that proclamation. The people scared? Perhaps. What really had Jorgens riled up was the fact the he would be up for reelection soon and he had a crisis in his province that he wasn’t sure he could deal with.

Michelle thought that he must also feel particularly vulnerable having his name mentioned specifically in the Parity Now media broadcast. Of course she really couldn’t feel sorry for the man since the reason he was being targeted was due to his extreme political stance on pokégirl rights. More specifically, he didn't think they should have many.

“It’s only a matter of time before we discover where they are,” said Councilor Morata calmly. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had to deal with them Councilor Jorgens. We’ve exterminated them before, we’ll do so again.”

“Perhaps we should mobilize our standing military?” suggested Osterman. “If we add their manpower to that of local law enforcement, we’ll have them rooted out in a matter of days.”

Michelle frowned. “I would have to strongly disagree with that,” she said, all eyes at the table turning towards her.

“For what  reason?” asked Osterman, “I’m not suggesting full mobilization, but rather just bringing in what troops we have readily available.”

Under normal circumstances Bruce Jorgens would have immediately dismissed the notion of military mobilization out of hand, but his face was pensive. To Michelle he appeared to be giving the idea some serious thought. Michelle sighed. Sometimes her colleagues were too short sighted.

“Yes, on the surface that is a fine plan Councilor Osterman,” retorted Michelle with an indulging expression, “However think of the message that we are sending to the people by mobilizing the military. By bringing in the military we would essentially declaring that we think Parity Now is a major threat to our nation’s security. We would be legitimizing them in the worst possible way.”

Michelle only had to take one look at her fellow Councilor’s face to know that the man still disagreed with her.

“What do you think Prime Minister?” asked Osterman, fishing for more support for his idea, “So far you’ve remained silent on the subject.”

Michelle had a lot of respect for Prime Minister Kursawi. She was not one who spoke often or hastily, but when she did speak, people tended to listen.

“I would have to agree with Councilor Walker at this point in time,” replied Prime Minister Kursawi after a moment of silence. “Mobilizing the military this early in the situation would be playing our hand too heavily and would do nothing more than to send the current leadership of Parity Now deeper into hiding, perhaps pushing them out of the League altogether if the military failed to eliminate them.”

“I would think that would be a good thing either way?” asked Councilor Nguyen speaking for the first time.

“Perhaps,” conceded Kursawi, “but if Parity Now were to spread outside the League and run wild it could heavily damage the Orange League’s international reputation”.

“We would become a laughing stock,” warned Michelle gravely, “We’d be known as the League that was incapable of taking care of its own internal problems. The Orange League has always prided itself on our ability to stand apart from the rest of the world and thrive. If another League has to step in to take care of what should have been our responsibility, that image will be shattered.”

An uneasy silence descended over the council chambers.

“We should not discount Councilor Osterman’s suggestion as an option if the situation continues to escalate,” said Prime Minister Kursawi after a few minutes, breaking the silence. “Parity Now has been completely silent for the last 10 years. If they are becoming active now, there must be a reason.”

“So for now, we simply wait and see what the Investigation teams turn up?” asked Councilor Nguyen.

“I think that is probably the best course of action at the moment,” replied Michelle. “This is a delicate situation and we will have to step carefully.”

“In the meantime Councilor Jorgens,” cut in Derrick Morata, “Perhaps you should set your tamers to patrolling near the larger cities in Draaga?”

Jorgens nodded. “It’s already been done. I met with Regional Commander Denning several hours after the incident. He’s organizing the whole thing. Bounties have already been posted for anyone willing to bring in information about Parity Now”.

“I have a meeting with National Commander Orlav after we are finished here,” said Prime Minister Kursawi, “I suggest you all meet with your Regional Commanders and discuss the security options for your Provinces.”

Soon the emergency meeting came to close and one by one the Orange League Councilors shuffled out of the room. Michelle however, remained in her seat.

“Elena,” called Michelle after she was certain everyone had left.

A seemingly empty shadowy corner of the Council Room blurred, revealing a raven haired statuesque beauty.

“Mistress?” asked the Dark Maiden questioningly, striding towards her owner elegantly.

“I have a job for you,” continued Michelle when the Dark Maiden reached her side. “The NSA should be getting in preliminary reports about the ongoing Parity Now investigation in Draaga. Go find Allister Nephews and pump him for information. I want to know what they know before the rest of the Council does.”

The Dark Maiden grinned wickedly at the mention of Allister Nephews. “Ooh, I get to play with Alli then? You know how I love playing with him Mistress.”

Michelle smirked at her pokégirl’s obvious glee. “Try not to break him dearest, he’s still twitchy from the last time you visited him.”

 Elena giggled, planting a quick kiss on her mistress’s cheek. “I’ll be sure to send your regards.”

With a final laugh Elena shrouded herself in darkness, teleporting herself through the shadow.

Michelle sighed before standing up to leave the room. It was going to be a long day.

Orange League, Sydney, Shopping District 288 AS

Look at the tits on her…

Fifteen year old Nathan Carrow nearly jumped out of his skin as the foreign voice echoed within his mind. It was Saturday. What had started out as a seemingly normal family outing into the shopping district of Sydney was suddenly anything but.

Bet she fucks like a Tigress…

If I tell her it was all just a big mistake she’ll have to take me back…

Man I’m hungry…

Nathan winced as a fierce pressure began to build behind his temples. It was too loud. The voices were all too loud, almost yelling at him.

Asshole thinks he’s such a hot shot tamer… I’ll show him…

Budget’s tight this week, going to have to cut back a bit…

Stupid tests, I can’t wait until finals are over, then I can finally relax…

“You ok?” asked Nathan’s father, Marcus. The two of them were currently sitting at a small café eating ice cream while waiting for Nathan’s mother at the store across the street.

Nathan shook his head, bringing a hand up to his head, which was now throbbing painfully.

Man, I need a new girl; this one is completely useless…

Damn Parity Now fanatics, killing innocent people…

Come on, come on… stop holding up the line you retarded bitch…

Marcus chuckled, thinking that his son had been his usual self and simply ate too fast.

“That’s what you get for eating your ice cream too fast kiddo, slow it down a bit.”

Nathan brought his hands to block his ears in an effort to shut the voices out. They were getting louder, and more numerous. He couldn’t even make out what was being said anymore. The pain was increasing sharply and Nathan couldn’t help the tears beginning to appear in the corners of his eyes.

Marcus frowned in concern. “Nathan, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know… my head…” Nathan whispered hoarsely, clasping down on his ears even tighter, turning them an angry red.

Marcus quickly got up and went to his son’s side, something was very wrong. “What’s hurting Nathan? Is it your ears?”

Nathan saw his father saying something to him through his tear blurred eyes, but he couldn’t hear him over the noise of all the voices. It was as if someone were sticking a knife into his head, and Nathan let out an ear splitting scream, causing Marcus to nearly jump back in shock.

If Nathan had been able to hear he would have heard the breaking of dishes and the clatter of silverware as one of the Ingenue waitresses was startled into dropping her tray of food.

Bright light blossomed in Nathan’s vision, filling it up completely until all he could see was an endless field of white. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the pain reaching a point where he couldn’t even feel it anymore. He felt something in his mind *snap*, and then suddenly, there was nothing.

Joyce removed her hand from her son’s forehead, the large breasted Alaka-wham sighing in relief as the boy’s agonized features began to soften.

“What the hell just happened?” asked Marcus with a worried expression on his face.

“I’m not certain,” replied Joyce, “But we should take him to the hospital.”

She had theories as to the causes of her son’s ailment, but she wouldn’t voice them until she had more data.

“Excuse me, but is everything all right?”

Joyce was distracted from her train of thought, as the café’s manager stared down at them with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

‘I’ll take him to the hospital’, projected Joyce into Marcus’s head, ‘You take care of this’,

Marcus nodded and turned to apologize to the manager as Joyce grabbed onto Nathan and teleported away.

They reappeared almost instantly inside the front lobby of the University of Wollongong’s Medical Center, one of Sydney’s three major universities.

The G-Poindexter at the front desk let out a startled shriek, falling out of her chair gracelessly. Joyce ignored the dozen or so other people in the lobby staring in curiosity as she approached the G-Point, who was currently picking herself up off of the floor and re-arranging her glasses on her face with an annoyed expression.

“I have a small emergency,” Joyce began just before G-Point could open her mouth to berate her for her sudden entrance.

“My son collapsed unexpectedly after experiencing an immense amount of pain centered on the temporal lobe of his brain. I need a doctor to run tests and blood work.”

The G-Poindexter glanced over at Nathan whose arms hung limply at his side, his face nuzzled in tightly to his mother’s chest as she held him up with what appeared to be low-grade telekinesis.

“One moment please,” said the G-Point before reaching for the telephone on the desk.

“We have a medical emergency in the lobby, possible brain trauma,” the G-Point said into the phone after a few seconds.

After she hung up the phone she turned to Joyce. “I’m going to need you to fill out some pa-“. The rest of her sentence died on her lips as the necessary paperwork floated from out of the desk and began to fill itself out. With her pen she noticed.

A moment later a human doctor followed by a pair of Nurse Joys pushing a gurney arrived.

“I’m Dr. Stravos, is this the patient?” asked the doctor, motioning for Joyce to lay Nathan down on the gurney.

“Yes, his name is Nathan Carrow, I’m his mother,” replied Joyce, complying with the doctor’s wishes. She frowned with concern as she noticed Nathan twitch uncomfortably at the loss of physical contact. The two Nurse Joys began pushing the gurney towards a pair of double doors in the back with Dr. Stravos and Joyce falling in step behind.

“I need you to tell me what happened,” said Dr. Stravos they walked towards the Emergency Ward.

“I believe that my son experienced wide scale telepathy, or some sort of mental attack. He was sitting in a café with his father when he began experiencing severe head pains. I was across the street in another store when I felt his distress. I immediately teleported to his side and ascertained that the cause of his pain was psychic in nature, so I used my own power to shield his mind.”

Dr. Stravos quietly nodded to himself and Joyce could see all the various scenarios of causes running through the doctor’s head.

“Don’t worry about your son, we’ll take care of him and find out what’s wrong,” reassured Dr. Stravos after they’d arrived in the Emergency Ward.

Joyce watched the doctor and his two Nurse Joys take Nathan’s vitals and hook him up to some of the medical equipment in the space provided for him. After drawing some blood, the doctor and the Nurse Joys disappeared to parts unknown, promising to return when they had test results in hand.

“Well it seems that our initial assessment was correct,” Dr. Stravos remarked as he looked over Nathan’s test results. Marcus and Joyce sat on either side of their son’s bed. He had been moved to a regular hospital room after it had been determined that he was in no immediate danger.

“When Nathan was born preliminary testing showed that he had manifested a psychic type affinity blood gift, with the possibility of manifesting more during puberty due to your family’s ancestry.”

Marcus nodded, knowing his family’s history of reproducing through psychic type pokéwomen. He himself had a high psychic affinity, as well as the ability to use some limited telekinesis.

“It would appear that Nathan has developed a rather powerful talent for telepathy,” continued the doctor, “It manifested itself earlier today quite violently, and will likely do so again in the future if he is left as he is.

“He will require training in the use of his ability; otherwise he runs the possibility of permanent mental trauma due to psychic stress. Also I am required by law to report Nathan’s blood gift to the government; you’ll probably receive some form of communication from them in the near future.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” said Marcus unconcernedly.

Dr. Stravos looked up at Marcus questioningly but the man didn’t elaborate. “Since Nathan is well into puberty I’d expect that any other blood gifts that he might have will manifest themselves within the next six months, if at all.”

“Wait,” said Marcus, “you’re saying there might be more?”

Dr. Stravos nodded. “It is a distinct possibility. Most blood gifts manifest themselves at birth, or during early puberty, but this is not true in all cases.”

Marcus wasn’t happy about that. Puberty had never been this dangerous when he was growing up.

“Well then Dr. Carrow,” continued Dr. Stravos, looking through Nathan’s charts one more time, “It looks like Nathan will remain unconscious for several hours yet. I’d like to keep him overnight for observation; we have a psychic type pokégirl that can shield his mind throughout the night if needed.”

Joyce shook her head, not liking that in the least. She’d be damned if some strange pokégirl had access to her son’s mind.

“I will stay with him during the night Dr. Stravos.”

“Very well, that’s settled then. If you need anything you can call one of the Nurse Joys from the nurse’s station down the hall.”

Marcus watched Dr. Stravos leave before letting out a long breath. “You know what this means don’t you?” asked Marcus.

Joyce nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, partially concealed by her long lustrous purple hair.

‘I warned you before; you wouldn’t be able to avoid him forever’

Marcus winced. ‘I know that, but this is my father we’re talking about. To think that I have to crawl back to him and beg for help…’

‘Don’t be so melodramatic,’ Joyce thought, sending a strong feeling of disapproval over the psychic link in their minds.  ‘Your father will be glad to help. Nathan is his grandson after all, and even if the two of you rarely get along, he loves his grandchildren more than anything, especially Nathan’.

Marcus sighed, bringing up a hand to rub the front of his face. ‘I know you’re right, but that really doesn’t change how I feel at all’

‘Now you’re just being childish. You might as well contact him now, and get it done with as soon as possible’

Marcus sighed again. “All right, all right, I’ll do it now. Call me if anything changes with Nathan.”

“Of course dear,” replied Joyce with a serene smile.

Office of General Arthur Carrow – Ibren Province Regional Commander

General Arthur Carrow frowned as he read the monthly budget report in front of him. It seemed like his division would be over budget once again. He did not relish having to go before the Ruling Council and ask for another budget increase yet again. They’d give it to him of course; his work was far too valuable to withhold money from him, but they’d give it up reluctantly and bitch and moan for months about it. The very thought put him in a bad mood.

Thankfully his secretary’s voice over his desk’s intercom distracted him from the annoyance that was the Orange League Armed Forces monthly budget.

 “General Carrow sir, there’s a call for you, it’s your son.”

Arthur pushed the reply button on the intercom. “Richard?” he asked questioningly, thinking of his youngest son. He couldn’t imagine what he could possibly need to interrupt him at work for.

“No sir, your other son, Marcus.”

Arthur’s interest immediately rose. “I’ll take the call in my office. Hold all other calls please.”

“Yes sir.”

Arthur was surprised that Marcus would call him. They were not on the best of terms, and rarely saw each other, except for on holidays and his grandson’s birthday. Things had been shaky between them for years now. Arthur had wanted Marcus to follow him into the military, and Marcus had wanted to do anything but that.

The argument that they’d had over Marcus’s plans for the future had been legendary, and the two of them had hardly spoken to each other for years until Marcus’s Alaka-wham Joyce had given birth to his first grandson Nathan.

Arthur was slightly worried as he activated the video phone unit on the right side of his desk. Marcus would never call unless there was an emergency.

Marcus’s face appeared on the video screen, and Arthur immediately noted that his son had a worried and uncomfortable expression on his face.

Deciding that this most certainly was not a social call, Arthur immediately cut to the chase.

“Marcus, is something wrong?”

Marcus flinched slightly, but seemed to pull himself together. “Hi Dad, yeah you could say that.”

Arthur listened impassively as Marcus recounted the day’s events.

“And then the Doctor informed us that he would have to register Nathan with the government due to his status as a telepathic psychic,” finished Marcus, looking to the entire world like the tired and worried father that he was. “There’s really no way around that, but I was hoping you could pull some strings and get me set up with a license for a second psychic type pokégirl.”

Arthur nodded in understanding. They would need a dedicated psychic type pokégirl to watch Nathan until he could control his abilities, and Joyce couldn’t be around all the time, especially when the boy went back to school. Arthur chuckled to himself lightly; getting Marcus a license for a second psychic pokégirl would be trivial. He was the Regional Commander after all.

“It shouldn’t be a problem Marcus. Make sure you get all the necessary documentation from Nathan’s doctor and have it sent to me. I’ll make a few phone calls and make sure all the paper work gets through quickly and without any problems.”

Marcus nodded with a relieved expression on his face. “Thanks Dad, I appreciate it.”

Arthur smiled. It was rare that Marcus had cause to thank him for anything. “Listen son, your mother has wanted to get the whole family together for some time. Why don’t you and Joyce bring Nathan by the estate? There are few neighbors nearby compared to the city and it would be a good place for Nathan to learn the ins and outs of his abilities, plus he’d get to see his grandmother, and I’m sure she’d be able to help him just as well as Joyce could.”

Arthur opened his mouth to say more, but quickly shut it as he realized that he was already starting to ramble. Marcus for his part seemed to give the offer some serious consideration. It was a pretty good idea. The Carrow Estate was located at the base of the Sanctuary Mountains near Queenstown and was fairly isolated, being on nearly 20 acres of forested land.

“I’ll talk it over with Joyce,” Marcus replied after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll let you know tomorrow. Send mom my love.”

Arthur knew that was the best he was going to get out of his erstwhile son for now. He’d let Joyce talk him into it.

“Will do, take care son.”

With that, Arthur closed the connection and leaned back into his chair heavily. The telepathy blood gift wasn’t all that uncommon in people with heavy psychic pokégirl ancestry, but from the sounds of it, Nathan’s was far stronger than was usual, or even safe.

Arthur sighed and turned back to his budget report. There was no use to worrying about his grandson right now as he appeared to be in no real danger. He would just have to wait until Marcus and Joyce brought him to the estate to assess the situation for himself.

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Author's Note:

So here ends chapter 1. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the story so far. Reviews, comments, criticisms and praise are all welcome.