Legend: RO=Radio operator, ATRO=Anti TR Organization, TR Agent=Team Rocket Agent, HQ=HeadQuarters, RG=Rocket Grunt, RE or Exec.=Rocket Executive, Intel or ITL=Intelligence Summary for Origins of Sam & Chris: Warning! If you do not read this before my stories that I will be putting up soon, you will be very lost! A)ATRO=Anti TR Organization, will appear in most if not all future stories. B)Chris and I are top ATRO Agents, other famous characters will appear as ATRO agents. C)Some of my friends will appear as ATRO agents. D)ATRO's mission is to stop TR at all costs, thusly, ANTI TR Organization. If you are lost, contact me at Temp4Eagler@aol.com, or, Eaglet2Eagle@aol.com. Read and enjoy. Disclaimer: Me? Own Pokémon? HA! If I owned Pokémon I'd have a wee bit more than a few bucks. 'Sides, why own Pokémon? Way too much responsibility. And if I owned Pokémon, you'd see my name a lot more. Blah-blah, so on, so forth. Stupid legalities. Anyway, no suing, my brown-belt friend'll have to come after you. :-) -Mmmm...new story idea. Finally. Here's Sam's life that lead him to Ash and Misty. Basically anyway. Enjoy.- "Hey, it's me, Sam. Bet your probably wondering how Chris and I came about, huh? OK then, here goes...." -Date Log, April 14- "Danged paperwork. I wonder if I can have Houndour burn it without anyone noticing," Said a grumbling young boy, probably about 14, sitting at a desk in a secret underground facility. "I HIGHLY doubt that, Sam. And yet, it doesn't seem that bad of an idea," Another boy around 13 1/2 replied, who was sitting in another desk, also doing paperwork, near the boy, who was apparently Sam, in their large office. "So, Chris, you don't like it either?" Sam said laughing. "DUH," the other boy, Chris, answered. Without Chris' noticing, Sam grabbed a rubber band and a paper clip from a drawer in his desk and shot the paper clip at Chris. Chris looked over and gave Sam a "so that's how you wanna play?" look. Sam mouthed "Uh-oh" and ducked as a paper clip flew over his head. As Sam looked back over his desk he got smacked on the forehead with a miniaturized Pokéball. Soon laughing was heard throughout the building. The door opened and a girl, about Sam's age came in. "Hi, Ashley," Sam greeted. "I told you. Here I am 'boss', not Ashley. Got it?" She growled. "Yes, boss lady, sir!" Sam said saluting. Then he and Chris bust up laughing again. "OK, you clowns, I've got an assignment for you," Ashley said. Sam and Chris signaled for her to continue. "The Rocket's are up to no good again at Lake of Rage. All the other agents are currently busy, so it's up to you guys," Ashley said with a sigh. "Isn't it always?" Chris stated while giving Sam a high-five. "Just get going!" Ashley exclaimed exasperatedly as she walked out. Sam grabbed a Pokéball off of his belt and enlarged it. "Kadabra, go! Teleport to Mahogany Town!" -Mahogany Town- "So, Chris, do we check the old hideout first?" "Yeah, I'd say so. But actually, I'd say the Lake then the hideout." "Way to contradict yourself, chringle." At this Chris punched Sam. "Owey." "I'm not gonna tell you forever. Don't. Call. Me. Chringle." Sam at times found it best not to make fun of Chris, the bigger of the duo. At 5'8 Chris towered about 3 inches over Sam, and knew enough pressure points to scare his companion. Sam and Chris started toward the Lake of Rage. Once there a Rocket jumped out of the bushes and challenged Sam to a battle. "Battle me, twerp, and maybe I'll let you in on what we're doing." "Sure thing, dude," Sam said, stepping toward the Rocket Grunt. "Watch it, Sam, he doesn't look like a run-of-the-mill Grunt," Chris warned. -BATTLE FORMAT- Rocket: Go, GYARADOS! Sam: Alrighty then. Go, Eevee. Rocket: Gyarados, HYPER BEAM! Sam: Eevee, Reflect! Hyper Beam; hit. Eevee: HP 86/99 Gyarados: HP 163/163 Sam: Eevee, Shadow Ball! Shadow Ball; hit. Eevee: HP 86/99 Gyarados: HP 126/163 Rocket: Gyarados, Dragon Rage! Sam: Eevee, dodge with Quick Attack, then Take Down! Dragon Rage; miss. Take Down; hit. Eevee: HP 61/99 Gyarados: HP 31/163 Rocket: Gyarados, Hyper Beam! Sam: Eevee, Reflect, then Shadow Ball. Hyper Beam; hit. Shadow Ball; hit. Eevee: 50/99 Gyarados: 0/163 KO Rocket: Go, Charizard! Sam: Go, Volt! Rocket: Charizard, fry that little Pikachump, FIRE BLAST! Sam: Heh. Volt, dodge with Agility, then Thunder! Fire Blast; miss. Thunder; critical hit/super effective. Volt: HP 103/103 Charizard: HP 0/217 KO -BATTLE MODE: OFF- "So, what are you guys up to this time? And don't try to run, my Scyther is right behind you," Sam asked once he won. Sam said this as the Rocket turned around, only to meet a Scyther, blades at the ready. "OK, I'll tell you. But only because I don't know that much. Over at Lake of Rage the Rockets higher up on the ladder are performing some experiment on the Gyarados there. I don't know the supplies are coming from or anything else," the Grunt explained reluctantly. "Thank you. Leave now, or be blasted," Chris said, grinning and reaching for a Pokéball. The Rocket whimpered, looked for somewhere to run, and, noticing Scyther being gone, he ran. "Amazing. The stupidity and pure cowardice of RG's amazes me," Sam said, shaking his head. "I know. So, do we now check the old Rocket hideout?" Chris questioned his older companion. "No. I've got an idea. Something no Rocket will ever pass up," Sam reached for his cell phone, "Hare? This is Rabbit. I need to borrow Red Bull. Why am I using code? Because I've got a new quest, and our friends might be listening in. OK, send it directly by locking onto my signal. Thanks." A few moments later the miniaturized Pokéball shaped indent on his watch contained an actual Pokéball. ATRO's invention; the Watch/Pokéball transporter. It has a microchip the ties into the ATRO satellites, so it doubles as portable weather device, time, transporter, mini GPS, and 2 way radio back to ATRO HQ. "Sam. Explain." "That, my friend, was Lance the Dragon Master, AKA; Champion of the Elite Four of the Johto region. A close friend of mine. I defeated him a few years back. I'm an ex-Johto League champion. Few people know. I told him I would forfeit the title in turn for him never telling anyone. That way, I kept my calm life just that way. Calm. Anyway, last time TR was here, they caused a Magikarp to evolve into an extremely rare Red Gyarados. I'm borrowing it to tempt the Rockets." "Um. Wow." Sam chuckled at his friend's amazed stupor. "Gyarados, go!" Sam released the huge Pokémon. "OK, listen, I need you to be bait. We'll go to the Lake of Rage, and you'll just sit there. You're going to help us thwart TR again." "Thwart?" Chris asked, laughing, "Yes, Christopher, THWART. Anyway, we'll be hiding to protect you, not that you need it, but we need to capture them. And you'll have backup as soon as they arrive." The Gyarados, who had been listening intently, roared it's approval. "Good. Return. And be ready." Sam recalled the Pokémon and he and Chris walked toward the Lake. -Lake of Rage- The Gyarados sat calmly in the middle of the lake, awaiting the arrival of those it hated, but those who helped him get to his master. He knew though, what he was doing, no matter how thankful he was, was right. This was a very smart Gyarados, capable of deep thought. Gyarados snapped out of this thought as he saw a group of Jeeps with big red "R"s on the sides. He acted like he was asleep. "That is one smart Gyarados," Chris commented quietly from his and Sam's hiding place behind the bushes around the lake. "Ain't 'e though?" Sam replied. "Ready?" "Yeah, let's get 'em. Go, Gyarados!" "Go, Gyarados!" Both ATRO agents called out their own Gyarados. What an eyeful, and a danger, for the TR agents. Three full size Gyarados, high level, staring them down, and ready for full out attack. Ouch. "Team Rocket, you are outnumbered, technically," Sam said stepping out from behind the bushes, Chris beside him, "Do not run, or this will be very, very difficult for you." One of the Rockets, scared silly, jumped in a jeep and began driving away. "Gyarados," Chris said, nodding toward the fleeing jeep. Chris' Gyarados launched a Hyper Beam, boring a 20 foot deep, 15 foot wide moat into the ground around the rockets. The one in the jeep screeched to a stop. Barely stopping in time. "HQ, this is away team ALPHA, requesting apprehension backup and prisoner transport, over," Sam spoke into his watch radio. "Away team ALPHA, this is HQ, apprehension and prisoner transport ETA 5 minutes, over." "Thanks, Tiffany," Sam replied. Tiffany was ATRO's radio operator most of the time. Sam knew her and the other RO, Anthony, quite well. "Sam?" Tiffany asked over the radio. "Of course, Tiffany. Haven't you figured out Chris and I are usually away team ALPHA?" "Nope, I'm a ditsy blonde, remember? By the way, hey, Chris." "Hello, blondie," Chris said into his watch radio. "Another call coming in, later boys." "Later," The two replied. They stood around waiting, and roughly 3 minutes later an SUV and a bus pulled up to the moat. A tall man with spiky, brown hair, a green vest, reddish-brown shirt, blue jeans, and dark sunglasses stepped out of the passenger seat of the SUV. The man was Brock Slate. Supervisor of Prisoner transport and holding. (Surprised? Don't be.) He walked to the edge of the moat, and took off the sunglasses. "You guys just have to blow everything up. Or down. Or through. Don't you?" "Of course, Squinty. 'Sides, how else were we supposed to stop the RG, after the fact we specifically told them NOT to run?" Chris replied. "Well, you didn't necessarily have to create a moat fit for a Dark Ages castle." "Sam's idea," Chris said quickly. "What?! But, I, and HE, and, and. AW, SCREW IT!" Sam yelled. Brock chuckled, and Chris all out laughed. "OK, boys, you don't get paid to laugh at Sam's expense. Let's get these guys outta here and back to base for questioning," Brock said to his team, now standing behind him. The team used planks of wood to cross the moat, arrest the Rockets, and walk them to the prisoner transport bus. As they did an Exec. started screaming, inaudibly at first, but it soon became clear to Sam & Chris. "YOU WILL FACE THE OMEGA WEAPON! AND YOU WILL ALL DIE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" "Oh, just shutup you psycho," one of the ATRO agents said as he shoved him in the bus. Chris began laughing hysterically, Sam chuckled slightly. "DUDE! Did you hear the way his voiced cracked? DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! That was awesome," Chris said between laughs. "Funny, yes, but not a laughing matter. Intel. reports indicated the Rockets were working on a highly advanced weapon. No name know, no weapon type. Just a weapon as far as we know. At least now we might know the name. The Omega Weapon. Creepy," Sam said. "Yeah it is." -ATRO HQ- Sam & Chris were sitting in a lavish office, bathed in earth tones talking to a man behind a desk. "Good work guys." The man was a tall man, about 6'4, with black smooth hair, rugged facial features, glistening green eyes, and a black business suit was talking to Sam and Chris. "Thank you, sir," Sam said as he and Chris saluted the ATRO salute. "Call me Drake. Please," Drake said after returning the salute, "So, you're the big kahuna?" Chris asked. "If you mean head of ATRO, you're right on the money, Chris. I came to congratulate you personally. I'll explain why in a moment. I've watched you two carefully. Although troublemakers, for example the Mountain Dew incident," Chris chuckled. He and Sam had once used Mountain Dew to try to form a new sticky goo weapon. It blew all over the ATRO lab, and the fumes went throughout the building. Sam had thought it smelt pretty good. "You two do fine work. Your recent capture has brought us information on the new TR weapons, the Alpha, Beta, and Omega Weapons. Apparently, from what we could get out of the Grunts-" "Why the Grunts?" Sam asked. "The Exec had a Microchip implanted in his brain, to render him like a human veggie buffet if captured," Drake explained. "Harsh," Chris commented. "With us around, they're getting desperate," Drake said sadly, "and it's costing lives. Back to the matter at hand. The Alpha Weapon is a laser weapon, capable of cutting anything. Even Titanium-Alloy. One of the strongest things know to man. The Beta Weapon is apparently a chemical toxin. You remember the Joker's laughing gas from the old Batman cartoon?" The agents nodded. "Well, it does the same thing. But if the antidote isn't administered within 2 hours, they, like our Exec friend, will be rendered veggie-like forever and eternity." Sam and Chris could help chuckling. For a businessman, Drake was funny. "So, you were going to explain why you wanted to personally congratulate us?" Sam asked. "Oh yes. You'll have to forgive me, I have a slight ADD affliction." "I know the feeling," Sam and Chris said simultaneously. "Because of what your efforts gained for us, and previous mission successes, I'm promoting both of you to Superior Officers, and the top field Agents. From now on, you get your orders straight from me, and no one else. If anyone else gives you a mission, you can ask me to deny the mission, and I'll answer depending on the urgency. Here are your new ATRO ID cards, level Blue." "We get level Blue access now? That's like, everything!" Chris exclaimed excitedly. "Yes, it is. But now, your first new mission," Drake grabbed a remote control and pointed it at the TV, turning it and a video on. "Watch boys." A young man, about 5'2 with spiky, black hair, a blue vest, black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a Pikachu on his shoulder, apparently a Pokémon trainer, and a young woman about 5'3 with straight, red hair, in a ponytail, with "Daisy Duke" shorts, a short yellow tank top, and red suspenders, holding a Togepi, were sitting in a Pokémon center eating. "So, what, we spy on Pokémon trainers now?" Chris asked. "No. You protect them. TR has targeted them as a threat, and trust me, they are. They are also a close friend of Brock Slate's. Good luck on you're new assignment boys. Good-bye." Chris and Sam walked toward they're lockers to pick up what they needed. First things first, they needed their street clothes back, since they were still in uniform. Then their old Pokédex's would need updating, and they would need 6 Pokémon that were weaker than the rest of their Pokémon. And finally, a map and skateboards. "Well, Sam, a new and exciting journey awaits." "Chris, cut the crap and let's go." Sam began skateboarding away at full speed, and Chris looked at him in surprise. "Oh yeah?" He thought. He kicked twice quickly on the tail of his skateboard and a small jet came out and began propeling him at about 30 mph. Sam looked on in disbelief as Chris passed by, waving, with a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Oh, yeah, I have one too." Sam double kicked his skateboard tail and the same thing happened. Only because of a little wire switching Sam had done one day, from being bored, his went around 40 mph. So, he quickly gained ground, and passed Chris. "DANG YOU AND YOUR SMARTNESS!" Chris yelled at him. -Train station; Saffron City, Kanto. Destination; Goldenrod City, Johto. Ash & Misty's current location: Goldenrod Hotel, having just beaten the Johto Gym leaders, and losing the Johto League. Now on vacation.- "Chris, it wouldst appear we're here. Which room was it again?" "Uh, 36b. Are you sure this'll work?" "From what can figure, yes. We wait for him, challenge him to a double battle, we'll use our Gyarados's, his Pikachu will wipe us across the floor, we suck up, and then travel with him. It's a sinch." "OK. Whatever you say." -30 minutes later- "So, Misty, where do ya wanna go for lunch?" Ash Ketchum, according to ATRO's file, was asking Misty Waterflower. "You there! Ash Ketchum! Winner of the Orange League, and Top 16 of the Kanto & Johto Leagues! We, Chris Rocket and Sam Falcon challenge you to a 2 on 2 Pokémon Battle! Will you accept? Your friend may also join," Sam called to Ash. "Um, ok, A)you must be really avid Pokémon fans, and, b) sure," Ash replied. "Fine, I will be the referee of this battle, first two Pokémon team out loses. Choose now!" Chris called -BATTLE FORMAT- Chris & Sam: GO GYARADOS! Misty: Let's go Politoed! Ash: Pikachu, I choose you buddy! The two Gyarados & the Politoed came out in a flash of light, and Pikachu jumped off Ash's shoulder to the middle of the "feild" cheeks sparking. Chris: Gyarados, Hyper Beam, Politoed! Sam: Gyarados, Fire Blast, Pikachu! Misty: Politoed, Protect! Ash: Pikachu, Agility then Thunder! Politoed blocked the Hyper Beam, as Pikachu quickly dodge the Fire Blast got right under the Gyarados's and waved good-bye as it blasted them with Thunder, KOing them instantly. -Battle format; off- 'Woah. Our Gyarados's are what level 60? And his Pikachu blasted them both in a single hit? No wonder the Rocket's are scared,' Sam thought. "Well, anway, great battle. And you have an awesome Pikachu. But to the point. We need some traveling companions, so whaddya think?" Chris asked. "Not a problem." "And Ms. Waterflower?" Sam asked. "I like the idea. We haven't met any guys so cute or with such manners in a while," Misty said smiling. "When then, it's settled. This is the begining of a beautiful friendship," Sam said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, not my best work, but I hope it's enjoyable. Some of you may be wondering where the heck I've been. Things came up. That, and I started school, so, I'm busy off and on. I have part 2 of "Things couldn't be better" done, and trust me, it is better. I also having an idependent X-mas story done (yeah, I know it's late) and the one linked with "Things Couldn't be better" is almost done. I'm then going to start part 3 and then a new story called "The Crucible". The direct meaning of Crucible is "great test". It's based off a dream of a friend of mine, Rickeay, who will appear in my stories for a while. It should be good. Please review. And expect better than my previous stories in the future. -Sam.