Inside the Lab

“Mr. C”

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, but the people at Kids WB, Creatures, Games Freak, and the original creators of Pokemon do. This is a fan-fiction project by me and some of the characters are my own.

Chapter 1-Beginings

Well, I am now free from the wretched place called school. Now I have something called a “Diploma.” This weekwnd, I'm supposed to hear from an ITT Recruiter. The NorthStar has had some recent upgrades, so we are still tied to drydock. It's Thursday afternoon, and the sun is out. I decide to start my day in the ships lab.

By the looks of it, there were some mild to moderate change in my genetic coding, and it worried Dat3.

“Pretty soon I'm going to request that you use the ACU on a continual basis,” she commented.

“I honestly would not want to do that.”

“But it's only another year and a half or so before your transformation begins.”

“Thank you for informing me, but what if I dont?”

“I wouldn't want to see the consequences.” she retortred.

I reluctantly agreed to comply to her wishes. I hated the armor. I mean it's all pretty and such, with gold plating sorrounded by silver edges. Yet, it's heavy and uncomfortable. It adds about five pounds to the “host” which in this case, would be me. It gets hot and stuffy with no form of AC. The creators did add “comfort padding,” but it doesn't help much.

I glanced at the armor, then I looked at the tanks in the lab.

“So Stephen's up and on duty,” I thought.

Suddenly, the lights powered down and red lights begin to flash. The annoucement finally came in over the intercom.

“~Red Alert, Level 2! Renegada vessels decloaking! All crew members report to the bridge!~” Pat blares over the intercom.

“Pat, transport me to the bridge.” I call out.

“Yes, Sir.”

I was then transported to the bridge. The ship was in a chaotic state. I was the first one there. Stephanie and Rick, the main helmspeople rush in, heading to their posts at the helm. Diane enters taking her seat on my left. Stephen appears at the ops console, followed by James, who went to the com console.

“James, open a channel,” Diane commanded.

“Yes, Ma'am,” was the response.

James hit a few buttons on the console.

“Channel open,” he said, shortly after.

“This is the NFS NorthStar. Why have you come here?” I asked.

“This is Dra Gen, captain of the ARS Shenada,” came the reply. “We are here as per request of Gevernment officials of the planet earth. We cannot disclose any further information to you or the Federation. Prepare to be boarded!”

“~Channel closed.~” Pat declared.

“Dammit! What the hell do they want!” I irritably blurted out.

“You alright, sir?” Stephanie asked.

She, and the rest of the bridge crew appeared to be worried. I knew they were already frightened. They were afraid of what would happen next. They didn't want to lose their captain.

It took me a good ten or twenty minutes to settle down. I watched the crew staring at me. I knew why. My eyes began glowing a brilliant blue color. It always worries them when that happens.

“Pat, open a channel,” I said, calming down.

“~Yes, sir.~”

“Dra Gen, this is J-Mac of the NFS NorthStar,” I tried to calmly call out. “I will only allow three of your crew to board. Anyone else will be killed.”

“Understood.” came his reply.

“What in the world do they want? Why are they coming here?” were the thoughts that raced through my head.

Other thoughts raced through my head as Stephen, Jay, and myself went to the transporter room. I had to remember that Stephen was a full blood Mewtwo with black fur and a white tail. He was also the chief of security on the ship. Jay was like his “right hand man,” aid for the fact that Jay was only a security op. Now Jay was a Spokane Indian, and even in this day in age, he made it obvious. I mean he had a serous collection of Indian tattoos. He was wearing blue jeans and a black vest.

Jay's hair went halfway down his his back. It was a deep black color, and he wore all kinds of beadwork as some sort of crown. Jay was kind, and he truly cared about the security of the ship. That is possibly the only reason he actually carried a phazer-gun and capture devices.

Stephen pulled the hood of his black cloak over his head. He then tucked his tail inside the cloak. Looking like this, he could almost pass as a human. Except for the powers.

We entered the transporter room. There wasn't much to do, so we stared at each other, and the transporter crew, while we waited.

The few minutes it too seemed like ages. We were all anxious, and curious why they were coming here. They soon suddenly appeared on the main transporter pad.

The three that came were Dra Gen and his “guards.” This was quite a shock!

“Dra Gen, I persume?” I greeted.

“Drako,” he responded. “We need to talk.”

“Wait a second! Who the hell is Drako!” I thought.

“J-Mac,” he countered, as if reading my thoughts. “That is what they call you. To them you are Drako!”

My mind raced through all kinds of thoughts, including, “To who? What the hell is this um...um...person talking about?”

Dra Gen smiled. He suddenly reminded me of Giovanni from those evil cartoons. Now why did I call them evil? I watch them, or at least I did.

“Well, apparently you have not been informed yet.” he continued.

“Informed of what?” I questioned.

“Lets go to a more 'private' location.”

We went to the main meeting hall. This room was only large enough to hold about twenty or thirty people. I sat in my usual spot at the head of the table. Stephen, still in his cloak, sat in the chair to my right. Dra Gen and his crew sat to my left.

“Drako, this is to remain between me and you,” he began.

God that man could talk. He spent a half hour explaining that I was a genetic experiment. That something happened in 1976, which will lead to the creation of a “new” species on earth. These creatures, he said, were more or less like the Pokemon on those TV shows, and each will be named accordingly.

He concluded with one sentence.

“You are Mewtwo, Drako.”

I took this “news” lightly, as to seeing that I have already done a fair share of genetic manipulation. I looked over to Stephen. Either the boredom or the excitement got to him, because his tail was showing. Dra Gen also looked at Stephen. J saw Dra Gen smirk, he had noticed Stephen's tail.

“You certainly have an interesting taste in friends,” Dra Gen gestured.

Stephen hissed at him.

I took Stephen out into the hall.

“I'm sorry, sir, but...” he started.

“Don't worry,” I interrupted. “I think it will be best if you play it cool, and act like that didn't happen.

“Yes, sir.”

We walked back into the room, and they were gone.

“~Captain, the Renegada vessels have left.~” Diane declared over the com.

I woke up the next morning, thinking that I dreamed all of the events the day before. Well it was Saturday, the ITT Recruiter was coming today. I turned on my computer, then I saw a sheet of paper taped onto the display.

“Shit, it was all rea??” I thought, pulling the paper off of the display.

The letterhead read “Renada United: Striving for a free galaxy.” and the writing on the paper was an IP address. The IP address was “105.395.211.5”

I quickly sent a ping request to the IP. It communicated freely. I ensured there were no firewalls before I connected to the remote computer.

Upon connecting, I had access to some sort of massave database. I looked at some files in the “Drako” folder. Most of the files appeared to be lab files, mostly lab logs. The important information I got were genetics information, what they were doing, and a serial number. I knew this file was mine, because it contained all of my general information, and even some detailed information that I have told noone. This also included my Address, Name, Date of birth, and all that wonderful information. “795772195?” I thought aloud. “Genetic resequencing?? Wow..so its true?”

“~Sir, our lab files have already confirmed that.~” Pat responded.

“I wasn't talking to you.”

“~Well then who were you talking to? The walls?~”

“I was just thinking aloud.”

“~Understood~”

As to noting that I had the odd feeling that I should not have connected to that IP, my visit there was short. I was ready to turn the computer off, pull all the cables, and ensure noone could connect to my computer because of my entry into that one. I prayed noone would attempt to track me, and that noone noticed me in there.

Meanwhile, in an underground lab in Seattle, my presence had been noted. Dra Gen and Christopher Royd, a geneticist for the CIA, were watching through some sort of hidden cameras as I did my quick look at the database.

Sitting in a tank, waking up, was Mina, a female Mewtwo with an off-white-blueish shading in her fur. She saw me on the screens, and she mewed lightly.

“--My love, hopefully we shall be together soon,--: she thought, not noting that her cheeks were a bit red.

Another scientist saw her blushing, and he quietly got Christopher's attention. Christopher looked at Mina, a smirk on his face.

“So we like Drako?” Christopher questioned.

Mina nodded shyly, she knew now that she was blushing.

“Well, he took the bait, it's only a sort time before we reel him in,” he continued.

She smiled, she knew they were preparing the lab for the arrival of her soon-to-be mate. This preparation was necessary, he was being designed for battle as well, he might end up aggressive and angry at the scientists, for what they are doing.

“He would not,” she thought. “He seems too kind to do such a thing.”

Dra Gen watched J-Mac on the screens, also noting where he went on the database. I sat in my tank watching Dra Gen and my mate on the screens. Jake Sanders entered the room. We were moved to the Seatle underground labs. I kind of wished that Jake didn't have to come with us, but I understood that he was my trainer.

“So, this is Drako,” Jake assumed, looking at the screens.

“Yes, sir,” Dra Gen responded.

God, that man was good at making asumptions. I saw “Drako” once before in a picture. I knew he was the one for me, and I sort of fell in love with him, even though he was a human. Basically I chose him for this experiment, simply so I could have a mate. Right now, he probably doesn't know about me, or even care about this.

I knew my actions were being tracked, so I was ready to hit the reset button at short notice. As I was reading one of the log files, the doorbell rang. I quickly hit the reset button and went to the door. It was my friend Jaze. He came in and we went to my room.

“Jaze, you won't believe what just happened!” I stammered, excited. I continued explaining about the IP address and the database.

Then there was a knock on the door. We both nearly jumped out of our skins. I went back to the door. It was the ITT Recruiter.

He came to talk to me about the school. He told me all kinds of wonderful things about the school. I was more than interested, I actually wanted to attend clsses there, so the recruiter told me that on Monday, I can apply and be able to start classes on Wednesday.

I was so excited that I almost forgot about what I read from that database.