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 Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 7:08 pm
The Beginning
About 50 or so years ago, in the world of Pokemon, there was an organization dedicated to the dissection of the universe. Its leadership was mysterious, cloaked in shadow, but it was definitely an organization of scientists from many walks of life, and it offered a haven for those whose views, motives, methods, or simple bad luck had kept them from being accepted into the general society. It was a place where morals and age needn’t stand in the way of science, a place where, as one scientist described it, “for anyone with credentials up the wazoo and the morals of a sableye.” It was dubbed GUILE (Greater Union of the Investigation of Live and Everything) by those with a sense of humor, The Organization by those with none, and Home by those scientists and grunt workers who were just plain happy to find a place where they could work where they wouldn’t be judged. It had the top technology and was able to publish amazing work. It was also mercenarial, working for and with whatever organization decided to pay. Even criminal organizations such as Team Rocket and Cipher were involved with them.
It’s facility was situated on the largest of an isolated archipelago known as the Eon isles for its surprisingly versatile and large eevee populations. The uninhabited islands were used for research, for especially dangerous experiments, and as a source of interesting test subjects. You see, GUILE had discovered that it was more interesting to use eevees as test subjects since they were very responsive to everything. New eon types were discovered in the course of experiments, some stable, others not. New methods of evolution were found, and, at this time, a slow evolution technology was under research.
In the course of its lifespan, some of the top least-funded astrophysicists had been working on the space problem. With the help of their pokemon, they managed to launch and assemble a secret and working space station hidden by the moon’s own shadow and able to support many scientists with few supplies. Secret even to the organizations that would hire them and in constant contact with GUILE’s main HQ on Eon isle, this place took those who could not, or would not, work planetside or wished to do their experiments in varying gravity or in vacuum… or who simply wished for space.
In the station, they were able to discover a new eevee evolution effected by cosmic energy. This one was as an electric/psychic type so stable as to actually be sterile, with incredible intelligence and capabilities: Powering the station, telekinetically lifting objects, able to sense emotion and thoughts, able to see things in parts of the spectrum only dreamed of by humans with their third eye, telepathic, graceful, powerful, able to understand humans… and able to speak their language. They were a miraculous discovery, and were dubbed Extraterrestrial Eons, or Extraterreons. They quickly became popular as servants since they had so many incredible capabilities and seemed to be on a par with humans in intellect and communicational ability. It was soon noticed that most specimens evolved during adulthood died before their evolution was completed or had shortened lifespans, and even younger specimens would often be weakened and overwhelmed by the rapid changes. Thus, a valuable discovery in slow evolution technology was discovered- a reusable amulet that would prevent evolution fatalities by gradually mutating eevees into their forms. It was not enough to prevent a large die-off of extraterreons, however. Then, a bright scientist came up with an idea- put young eevees with the amuleted evolution items that show signs of evolving into a sort of controlled stasis tube. It was an excellent idea: not only would it slow the evolution enough for it not to be fatal- and thus produce more servants, since the extraterreons were growing increasingly popular around the Station- and it provided a way to teach and brainwash the extraterreons as they grew, resulting in less need for training and less rebellion.
Thus a stasis room was born, and the story of the aeterr begins.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:18 pm
Shoi
Shoi was born in a kennel and nursed by her mother, a very sweet eevee with little aggression and less sense, who had been born planetside. She had been noted, at 3 months of age, to have good intelligence and a healthy body. Because of this, she was taken away by rough hands, a thing tied around her neck. She was returned to her mother, but things began to change. First came the strange thoughts of things her mother did not understand. Next came the headaches and the strange color changes in her fur. Then, when she began to itch all over and have persistent aches in her neck, the rough hands picked her up again and placed her in a clear place that filled with liquid. She would have panicked, but she grew very tired. She would not open her eyes for 7 years.
During those 7 years, her mind was bombarded by images and information. Some was bland and dry- programs prepared by the scientists to train and brainwash her into obedience. She was being trained for computer prowess, since there were too few humans on the station who were computer literate. She learned well. But, as time went on, she became aware of another kind of bombardment. These were colorful, brilliant, vibrant. They were memories, lessons, communication. These were the mental broadcasts of the adult extraterreons, training the young ones to be who they wanted to be. It was because of these mental messages that the obedience training never stuck. The individuality and encouragement of the adults knocked it out of the minds of the developing extraterreons. Then, as she neared the end of her time in the stasis tube, Shoi became aware of two new things. A well of power she had never known before, and a hum of information not being broadcast to her. It took her a while to realize that the hum was that of human thoughts, and it surprised her.
Finally the day came when she had developed fully enough to be let out of the stasis tube. She was assigned to a cold-eyed, harsh-minded scientist named Dr. Selda Cascada, though, goodness knows, there were plenty of aliases throughout the station. Nobody knew what, exactly, she studied. All Shoi could figure out was that this woman was incredibly cruel and backstabbing and would stop at nothing for a high rank.
A bit about Shoi. She loved the work she had been trained to do. Computers were beautiful things to her, and she soon knew all the computers inside and out. She was able to monitor the messages from the Earthside Headquarters, repair anything, and upgrade everything. She knew other exraterreons just as well, with a gregarious attitude. The problem was the cruel woman she was forced to serve and aid, as if she was a common pet. Dr. Cascada’s cruelty, she soon learned, was exercised on her, as well as most other Extraterreons in the Station. Beatings, near-misses with glass and dangerous chemicals, threats of radiation or blasting with weapons, none were uncommon. Shoi hated it, but said nothing out of fear. Humans could tear away your past. This, she had learned after a visit to the kennels. Her mother had been put down a few years before due to space concerns in the kennels. She had never gotten to say goodbye.
But there was a bright point in her days, or light-cycles since there wasn’t really a day-night sort of thing in the station. Mealtimes were usually spent with other Extraterreons, who would telepathically communicate. Complaints, comments, questions, all were done telepathically. The telepathy could continue throughout the ship, but many extraterreons preferred mealtime because it let them see others of their kind and remember that humans weren’t everything. They did not speak aloud, since telepathy was the only way the humans would not be able to overhear, and it was the way rebellious seeds were planted. They feared overt acts of rebellion against the slavery imposed upon them: the humans had weapons and power, but they would do subtle acts of rebellion, and the satisfaction from those would help keep them sane as they worked long hours for ungrateful humans who believed themselves better. One such act was the mental nudging towards the scientists to call them by names they had either made for themselves or had been given to them by their mothers instead of by the impersonal experiment number that each had been assigned to. They had made it seem as if it was the human’s own idea, but each knew the truth. Although many scientists had complained that the numbers were bulky and were a mouthful, it had never been any human’s true intention to call their pokemon servants by their names. So, at mealtimes, they laughed at the stupid, slow humans. They cried about the pain and danger inflicted on them. They muttered about revolution. They only needed a catalyst for all their repressed energy to be loosed.
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:19 pm
Dreams of Rebellion
All Extraterreons were rebellious. Unfortunately, the humans had things like guns, and stunners, and torture implements, things they were more than willing to use on their slaves. The Extraterreons did not fully understand their own strengths and abilities, and so could not use them effectively. They didn’t seem to have a chance. But many of the older ones sensed change in the air, and so they waited. They may not have a chance yet, but they were sure they would soon. So they were patient, making the most out of their work- and it was fascinating work. The scientists on station were all on the edge of the known world, and seeking further. So the Extraterreons learned and shared, and were patient. As patient as they could be, anyway, since these impulsive, impatient creatures. They couldn’t wait much longer.
They wouldn’t have to.
Shoi wasn’t always working with Dr. Cascada. The young Extraterreon had proven to have an aptitude for computers and programming, and Cascada’s research seemed to be primarily biochemical in nature. She didn’t always need a bored programmer around, and there were other places where Shoi would be more useful. So here she was, sitting in the lab of an extremely chubby man, who, if her mental senses were correct, was much less sane than Dr. Cascada. Shoi never bothered to learn his name. He was one of three people who worked with computers, and their minds weren’t much different from one another. They were too interchangeable, Shoi could hardly remember what they each did. Though they each did very different work, that she was sure about. One of them was definitely a physicist of some sort, and she was faily sure that one was designing new types of robotics, but the third one… he had so many programs he needed her to upgrade, it was impossible to pinpoint exactly what he did. She didn’t care. The computers were the interesting thing. The binary washed over her like water from a human’s shower, dulling the harshness of her world a bit as she focused on deceptively simple numbers. It helped ease the pain of the bruises she got from Dr. Cascada, who appeared to have a tendancy to lash out at the nearest living thing in frustration whenever her experiment did not stick to hypothesis. Usually, that ended up being Shoi. She didn’t like returning to Cascada, though she was supposed to when she finished or was dismissed by one of the computer-people. However, they never gave her a time limit, and she had never been told to leave at a specific time. So she would often stay as late as possible, puzzling out programs, adding her own innovations and often messing with a few applications, just for kicks. And of course, no one noticed her work.
She had been working on the programming and calibration of an outer space transmitter at one of the labs for hours on end. It was such an important program to this man that he let the Extraterreon remain late into shipnight. Everyone tended to sleep during the shipnight, and it seemed that the computer man… whoever he was… had decided to follow suit. He had first nodded off in his chair, but had woken and patted Shoi on the shoulder. “Good work, kid.” He said, yawning, “This is really important. It would be nice if it was done by tomorrow, yes?” his patting became a firm hand on her back, between her wing stubs. The hand grew firmer for a moment, as if pushing in the true meaning of his words. He then left for his own quarters, leaving Shoi alone in the lab. The lights dimmed down to shipnight norm as she paused for thought.
She had felt the man’s true meaning all right. He seemed genial enough, with his casual way of speaking and his friendly pats on the back. But that was merely a ploy to cause people to be comfortable as they tripped the trap in his words. Shoi would not be trapped. He had told her he wanted it tomorrow, and he had as good as ordered her to stay there until she finished. She had been planning to do that anyway- the programs involved were fascinating and complex. She would have this thing working before the man came back from his sleep.
She tapped keys well into the shipnight with her claws and then, as those tired, with her mind. Finally, she leaned back and looked at the screen proudly. The code had unfolded well, perfectly well. She needed only to press a b.
utton, and it would be up and operational. She hesitated. The man would probably want to do the honors himself. Humans were like that. Well, so are we she thought, with a smile.
Then again… She should test it to make sure it worked. He didn’t need to know about the test, but if he started his own test and it didn’t work… She shuddered.
He’d probably hand her over to Cascada, and then she’d be in for it. Cascada seemed to have mastered every technique developed for the punishment of Extraterreons. Shoi had no desire to see what new hell Dr. Cascada would dream up for this occasion.
She switched off the recording devices and pressed the button. She watched as the transmitter’s antenna began to extend from the center of the room, its shining surface tasting the waves of space outside the relatively thin hull wall to her left. It was limited, but it was just a test. Soon the antenna would be installed and wired on the outside of the hull, but for now it sat gleaming in the room. Static crackling filled the room as it began its reading, and Shoi hurredly dampened the volume. Suddenly, the crackling became more patternlike, and eventually cleared. Shoi heard a voice. It was not a human voice or an Extraterreon voice. It was definitely a pokemon, and it was speaking. But it was not speaking as if it were a mere simple pokemon, like her mother had. It spoke as if it was intelligent. Shoi’s mind reeled. First Contact. It was a dream shared by many of the humans on station, and a few extraterreons dared to dream it too.
Excited, she grabbed the microphone and called a greeting. It was the language of pokemon, which all understood... except for humans.
Crackle. Surprise.
"Who..." she managed to get through the static.
"Who?" she repeated back. Her heart pounded, and she stared at the microphone as if it were a rope to snatch her from a pit.
Hopes bloomed in her mind before she knew what they were.
"We are the Federated Clefairy...." crackled the voice, some bits lost in the static.
Clefairy... they were the pokemon that lived in mount moon, planetside... But hadn't there been a rumor that they had actually come from the moon?
She looked out of the window that allowed a view into the great void beyond. the earth's moon was visible.
What if... She had found the moon clefairy?/
The Antennae crackled again. "Where are you? Who are you?"
She paused a moment.
"I am Shoi... an Extraterreon on the spacestation here." she hesitated again. Hope was blossoming and rebellious thoughts pushed her forward.
"I am enslaved to the humans. Help me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:21 pm
She was fortunate. The moon clefairies, at peace with a new, if tenuous, alliance among their two factions, were against slavery of any kind, vehemently so. The reason had been lost in time to all but the tribal clefairies living in earth mountains, but the sentiment still remained.
When Agagon, the king of the lightside clefairies heard this transmission, brought to him swiftly by an aide, he was immediately galvanized. He immediately brought it to Thuggy, the leader of the darkside clefairies in person.
"Look!" he said, "There is a pokemon in need! This is a cause all clefairies can stand by, a cause that will seal the treaty perfectly!"
Thuggy agreed. These two rulers had wanted peace between the two nations for their entire rule. And now, it seemed that they had the answer in their paws, in a shiny metal station near their home moon.
And... if they helped... Potential allies.
"See if we can contact this Shoi again..." said Thuggy, "And We'll see what we can do to help them."
But Shoi, in her hope, had, with her skills, blocked that frequency from the receptor so that the Man would not know.
Instead, in a hidden place, she set to work building a new antennae, one that would let her kin communicate with the clefairy.
Just when the clefairy were going to give up on this "cause," she managed to get through again.
And plans were laid.
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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