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Indiana Jones and the Kanto Connection: Chapter 5
Indiana Jones reaches the headquarters of Oak Pokemon Experimental Laboratories (OPEL), meets Professor Oak and Max, along with impersonating a police officer, in Chapter 5 of Indiana Jones and the Kanto Connection.
Pokemon and Indiana Jones obviously don't belong to me, because I really doubt Satoshi Tajiri, Harrison Ford, and George Lucas would agree to this, no matter how many drugs I slipped them.
For those who don't want the .odt file:
“Welcome to the Oak Pokemon Experimental Laboratories Research Facility. Otherwise known as OPEL.” Gold said as they walked up to the building. Compared to the few houses in town, this building was huge!
“Good, maybe someone can finally explain a few things to me, then.” Indy said dryly.
Gold looked up at Indy. “What, I haven't been explaining things?”
“Well, sort of. But, you're explaining things like I should already know about them. You're vague, and you only seem to explain things when they're already happening.”
Gold shrugged. “No one said I was a teacher. Besides, you never ask.”
“That's because I don't know what to ask around here!” Indy said with a little frustration as they walked through the doors to the laboratory.
There were several scientists going about their business, but the one standing in the middle of the room was an older man, white-haired, in a red shirt and white lab coat. None other than Professor Oak himself. “Well, hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon!”
Gold chuckled a little bit. “Oh, dear.”
“Now, are you a boy, or are you a girl?”
Indy shook his head and groaned, finding himself instinctively facepalming. Again.
Gold laughed a little. “All right, Oak, Indy's not a trainer.”
Oak chuckled softly. “Aw, but it's been so long. So, you're Henry Jones, then?”
Indy rolled his eyes. Did everyone know his actual name here, too? “Indiana. Please, don't go calling me 'Henry'.”
“Or just Indy.” Gold chuckled.
“Sure, whatever. Call me whatever you want here, I'd just like to know what in the world is going on. Does your little trainer speech explain how things work around here?”
“Not any more than Gold's already told you. We don't get outsiders coming in very often. Which is why me and Max have prepared some information for you. I pretty much figured Gold would go against my advice and try to find you, anyways.” he sighed a little. “He's always been a mischievous one.” Boy, did Indiana know that already. He started talking towards the back of the labs, as Gold and Indy followed along, into a room with a projector. There wasn't any white wall or projector screen in front of it, though.
Inside the room was what looked to be a teenager on a computer, probably around the age of 13 or so. Having unkempt, medium length, seemingly dark blue hair and thick-rimmed glasses, he stood up as the group entered the room. “Hello, Oak, Ethan, Henry.”
“Gold!”
“Indiana!” They both barked out their preferred nicknames.
“Okay, okay! Gold, Indiana...” he quickly let out. “Geez. Anywho, my name's Max.” he said. “I've prepared a presentation that should...hopefully get Hen...er...Indiana up to speed on our region here. Especially details on Aura Guardians and Team Rocket.”
Gold sat slouched in his seat. “Oh, great, we're going to be here a while.”
Oak looked at Gold a bit sternly as Max started up his presentation. The projector started up, putting three-dimensional images into the middle of the room. Life-sized pokemon holograms. Indy was quite startled once again, recoiling a little...though, not reaching into his jacket for his revolver, quickly figuring out they were fake. They were see-through, and there was a bit of static going through the projection once in a while. It was a cheap projector. Still, this was new to him.
“As you probably already know, our region of the world is inhabited quite densely by creatures of many exotic species that we nowadays call Pokemon, a casual truncation of the words 'Pocket Monsters'.” he switched 'slides' to an image of many labeled pokeballs. The stock pokeball, great ball, ultra ball, net ball, heal ball, and so on. “This term came about because of the devices used to capture and transport Pokemon, of which there are many types, but put into the general category of Pokeballs.”
Gold was tapping his foot on the floor a bit. He obviously wasn't the kind to be sitting still for very long. “Trainers only carry up to six pokemon at once, due to trainer regulations. This used to be because of the amounts of radiation emitted by a capture device with a creature inside of it, which would stack to dangerous levels with multiple devices on hand. However, even as the amounts became negligible, the regulation stayed, and it just...ended up becoming the norm.”
Gold groaned. “I think we need to know important things here, Max...” Oak nudged him and Gold yelped. “Hey!”
The projector switched over to a map of several different islands. “A-anyway...our area actually consists of several different regions. We're in Kanto, and Johto is over Mount Silver. Gold is from Johto, actually. Those are the only regions actually physically joined. There's also Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova. I don't know a whole lot about Unova, and, I think they've discovered another region already, but I don't know much about it. Every area and every region has its own distributions of Pokemon, and-”
“Oh, come on! Ow!” Gold let out, Oak probably trying to get him to keep quiet. Indy just watched, trying to understand this.
“Anyway! Grr...” Max was starting to get irritated at being constantly interrupted by Gold. The map zoomed in to a farther away region, off into a remote region of Sinnoh. “This is Iron Island, where a mining company is running an excavation project alongside several archeologists. We have it on good authority that the mining company is a Team Rocket front, although we don't think the archeologists know that. Supposedly, the staff is in a temple on Iron Island, buried underground within the past few years after it was moved from Cameran Palace. We know it was moved, but not where it was moved to, though with the amount of effort Team Rocket is putting into it, it looks like they're pretty certain it's there.”
Indy hmmed, looking at this. “Seems like a strange place to move it. What's the lore behind this Sir Aaron?”
“Oh, great, a history class.” Gold groaned.
Indy looked back at him. “Hey, you brought me along to help. Seventy percent of all archaeology is done in the library.” he looked back at Max. “Anyways, can you explain it?” Gold only muttered something about Indy being a liar.
“Ah, well, I...didn't prepare for that, but, sure.” he hit a few buttons, switching to a projected image of Sir Aaron. “Story goes, thousands of years ago, there were people who specialized in using Aura. We're not sure exactly what's meant by that, stories vary. Some say it's a mystical force within certain people, others say it's the life force of living beings, and everyone's Aura is linked. But, those are all old stories. What we do know is, whatever this Aura is, the people the wielded it possessed quite extraordinary power, some close to the Pokemon that's born with an innate affinity for manipulation of Aura, Lucario.”
He hit a few more buttons, probably searching for these images, rather than just switching to the next planned image. A creature, not too dissimilar to a jackal. Reminded Indy of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. The shape and coloring was certainly a bit different, though. The head was very similar, though colored black and blue, with a creme-colored body. Blue furred arms, black furred paws, spikes on the backs of its paws and on its chest. Black, digitigrade legs...almost looked like it was wearing blue shorts or something, looked unnatural for a body shape.
“Lucario is a very rare Pokemon that's very good at using this Aura, whatever it is, for both offensive and defensive purposes. It also gives it the ability to see living beings, even through other objects. Most of the Aura guardians would be with a Lucario, both because they could learn from them, and because they would work off of each other. This Sir Aaron was one of the last Aura guardians, and about a thousand years ago, was involved in a giant war between two rivaling kingdoms. For whatever reason, Lucario ended up sealed within the staff, and Sir Aaron disappeared. Almost used as a sort of ancient version of a Pokeball, if you will. Some think that Sir Aaron did this to flee, others think it was to protect his Lucario from a terrible fate during the war. Either way, supposedly, his staff is still out there somewhere, with both the power of Aura, and a Lucario sealed inside of it. For Team Rocket, that would be two great things for the price of one. A super-rare pokemon and an ancient power.”
“But, there were other Aura guardians, right?” Indy asked. “Is this why they're going after this one? Because they'd get the most out of it?”
“Yes, and the only known example that was still confirmed to have its power as of a few years ago. There's only a few other known artifacts of Aura guardians, and all the other ones that have been found so far lack any sort of power to them.”
“Is there any that haven't been found?”
“I believe there's a couple of them that haven't been tracked down yet, but their locations are vague. We know their general areas, but no one's found them yet.”
“Well, we should keep that in mind, try to find out more about those as we go along.”
“Are we done yet?” Gold piped in.
“Not quite yet, I should probably tell you a bit about Team Rocket before you-”
“You'll take forever, I'll explain Team Rocket!” Gold went up to where Max was presenting.
“H-hey, but I have it planned out, important points of-” A Team Rocket logo and a couple of Team Rocket grunts were projected into the middle of the room.
“Yeah, yeah, look, Team Rocket's an organized crime syndicate, biggest group of thugs you'll ever see, and they're not afraid to hurt or kill people to get what they want. Yeah, crazier groups come along once in a while, Magma, Aqua, Galactic, all that, but they never stick around long, Rocket's been around for years and years, and always been led by Giovanni, who's gotten pretty smart over the years. Basically, they're-”
“Hey, it got out of the simulated habitat!” someone yelled out from outside the door.
“Got it, I...man, it's strong!” someone else said, sounding like they were struggling against something.
Suddenly, the door opened, a large, red and black bodied, purple and yellow legged spider-like creature came through the door, finally being fully restrained by one of the researchers. Well, spiders have eight legs, and this had six, the middle legs lifted above its body, acting as feelers, but...sure looked like an arachnid on first glance!
Indy didn't seem to see that the creature was actually restrained, though, having already pulled his revolver on it. “Get down!” the researcher went wide-eyed and raised his arms, letting the restraints go, the Ariados skittering over by Professor Oak.
“Put that away! You're scaring it.” Oak shook his head as his hand rested on the Ariados' head. Only now did the researcher realize that Indy was, in fact, pointing the gun at the Ariados, and not at him, lowering his arms, though still really shaken. Indy slowly put his revolver away.
“Randy, he's fine-” Oak started, directed at the researcher.
“No, no, we need security-” he was starting to panic, about to run off.
“I'm a plainclothes officer, Randy.”
Randy paused for a moment. “Oh, you're Mr. Linnell, then. You're here early. I thought we told you to pick up your visitor's pass at the front desk.” Oak looked like he was about to have a hand on face moment, himself.
“Oak wanted to see me rather urgently, so I forgot.”
“You do know OPEL brings Pokemon out for demonstration out all the time, right?”
“That didn't sound like that's what was happening.” Indy said, still a bit shaken about the fact that their meeting was interrupted by a giant spider.
“The ones we keep in the public habitats are tame, though...”
“I'm from Unova, I've never been to an OPEL facility before.”
There was a pause from Randy before he took the Ariados' restraints, starting to lead it away. “Right, of course, we haven't expanded there yet. Man, you Unova people dress funny.” Indy could only think that, with the trainers he'd seen so far, he didn't know how he was the ridiculously dressed one here.
Max looked more than a bit mad at Gold, waiting for Randy to leave and the door to close before speaking out. “If you'd let me present the way I planned, I would have started with the fact that Team Rocket has guns, and that guns are only legal in the hands of law enforcement here...”
Indy looked incredulous. “Wait, so you have a crime group running around with guns, but no one except for law enforcement is allowed a gun?”
Gold looked at Indy curiously. “Well, yeah. What, should we just have everyone running around with a gun?”
“People without a criminal record, maybe?”
Oak shook his head. “Don't talk such nonsense. That's what Pokemon are for, self-defense.”
Indy looked at Oak like he was crazy. “Okay, imagine you've still got your Ariados, and I'm a Team Rocket grunt, got my creature out. My creature's distracting your Ariados and...” he pulled his gun out, jerking it back in mock gunshots a couple of times. “Bang, it's dead, and bang, you're dead.”
Oak looked a bit freaked out, pushing the gun away from pointing at him. “For Arceus' sake, Indiana, you've made your point!” he shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, I can't get guns. Law enforcement only.”
“Not even an important facility like this?” Indy holstered his gun.
“Well, we have law enforcement guarding it.”
“You should open up to the idea of letting civilians have firearms.”
Oak shook his head. “Now's not the time to talk politics. If you get in trouble, I'm not going to claim to know about this.”
“Fair enough.”
“I still think you should take a Pokemon with you.”
“What about the Ariados?” Gold said with a snicker.
“Nonsense, that one's much too timid.”
Indy really didn't like the idea of a giant spider with them, anyways. “I think Gold can take care of that just fine.”
Oak shook his head. “If you insist. Well, if there's anything that you need to know, you can always use Gold's Pokedex to call me. But...then, what if you were to need something and I wasn't here? I do a lot of field research, after all.”
“Or I could go.” Max said.
Gold rolled his eyes. “Oh, bring the human encyclopedia with us? That'll work so well!” he said sarcastically.
“Hey, I'm a trainer, too, you know!” he pointed to the table, where a small, white figure stood, rather motionless at the moment, looking like it had a large, green helmet over its head, with a red protrusion sticking from this 'helmet'. Strange, Indy hadn't noticed that before. But, then...maybe he assumed it was a decoration. It hadn't moved, after all.
Gold waved his arms in the air a little. “Ohh, one little Ralts. That'll help you against Team Rocket.”
Max gestured his hand over towards Indy. “He doesn't even have any Pokemon!”
Gold chuckled. “Yeah, but he fought Nazis. That's like their Team Rocket, right?”
Indy groaned. “Well, the Mafia is more like it. I don't know if you guys have a Nazi equivalent.”
“See? They're so bad, we don't even have them here, and he fought against them!”
Indy shook his head. “Look, if you want to come, then go ahead, but it's going to be really dangerous.”
It was Oak's turn to facepalm as Max eagerly accepted. “Yeah, I'll help however I can! Ohh, I've never been out to Sinnoh before!”
Gold just groaned at this. “Great...”
Oak just shook his head and sighed. “Speaking of trouble, you should probably leave before the real David Linnell shows up. How did you know he was from Unova?”
“I didn't. I figured from what Max said that you didn't have a facility there, so it seemed like the best way to have plausible deniability about it.”
“You just made it up?” Oak looked flabbergasted.
“Yeah, I didn't even know an officer was supposed to be visiting.”
Oak groaned. “Unbelievable...his picture's on file and everything, and no one caught that?”
Indy sighed, walking out as Oak kept talking about how some more staff training was due. Him, two teenagers, and their supernatural creatures, out to stop a crime syndicate from harnessing an ancient power? Well, it's more backup than he usually had. How hard could it be?
Pokemon and Indiana Jones obviously don't belong to me, because I really doubt Satoshi Tajiri, Harrison Ford, and George Lucas would agree to this, no matter how many drugs I slipped them.
For those who don't want the .odt file:
“Welcome to the Oak Pokemon Experimental Laboratories Research Facility. Otherwise known as OPEL.” Gold said as they walked up to the building. Compared to the few houses in town, this building was huge!
“Good, maybe someone can finally explain a few things to me, then.” Indy said dryly.
Gold looked up at Indy. “What, I haven't been explaining things?”
“Well, sort of. But, you're explaining things like I should already know about them. You're vague, and you only seem to explain things when they're already happening.”
Gold shrugged. “No one said I was a teacher. Besides, you never ask.”
“That's because I don't know what to ask around here!” Indy said with a little frustration as they walked through the doors to the laboratory.
There were several scientists going about their business, but the one standing in the middle of the room was an older man, white-haired, in a red shirt and white lab coat. None other than Professor Oak himself. “Well, hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon!”
Gold chuckled a little bit. “Oh, dear.”
“Now, are you a boy, or are you a girl?”
Indy shook his head and groaned, finding himself instinctively facepalming. Again.
Gold laughed a little. “All right, Oak, Indy's not a trainer.”
Oak chuckled softly. “Aw, but it's been so long. So, you're Henry Jones, then?”
Indy rolled his eyes. Did everyone know his actual name here, too? “Indiana. Please, don't go calling me 'Henry'.”
“Or just Indy.” Gold chuckled.
“Sure, whatever. Call me whatever you want here, I'd just like to know what in the world is going on. Does your little trainer speech explain how things work around here?”
“Not any more than Gold's already told you. We don't get outsiders coming in very often. Which is why me and Max have prepared some information for you. I pretty much figured Gold would go against my advice and try to find you, anyways.” he sighed a little. “He's always been a mischievous one.” Boy, did Indiana know that already. He started talking towards the back of the labs, as Gold and Indy followed along, into a room with a projector. There wasn't any white wall or projector screen in front of it, though.
Inside the room was what looked to be a teenager on a computer, probably around the age of 13 or so. Having unkempt, medium length, seemingly dark blue hair and thick-rimmed glasses, he stood up as the group entered the room. “Hello, Oak, Ethan, Henry.”
“Gold!”
“Indiana!” They both barked out their preferred nicknames.
“Okay, okay! Gold, Indiana...” he quickly let out. “Geez. Anywho, my name's Max.” he said. “I've prepared a presentation that should...hopefully get Hen...er...Indiana up to speed on our region here. Especially details on Aura Guardians and Team Rocket.”
Gold sat slouched in his seat. “Oh, great, we're going to be here a while.”
Oak looked at Gold a bit sternly as Max started up his presentation. The projector started up, putting three-dimensional images into the middle of the room. Life-sized pokemon holograms. Indy was quite startled once again, recoiling a little...though, not reaching into his jacket for his revolver, quickly figuring out they were fake. They were see-through, and there was a bit of static going through the projection once in a while. It was a cheap projector. Still, this was new to him.
“As you probably already know, our region of the world is inhabited quite densely by creatures of many exotic species that we nowadays call Pokemon, a casual truncation of the words 'Pocket Monsters'.” he switched 'slides' to an image of many labeled pokeballs. The stock pokeball, great ball, ultra ball, net ball, heal ball, and so on. “This term came about because of the devices used to capture and transport Pokemon, of which there are many types, but put into the general category of Pokeballs.”
Gold was tapping his foot on the floor a bit. He obviously wasn't the kind to be sitting still for very long. “Trainers only carry up to six pokemon at once, due to trainer regulations. This used to be because of the amounts of radiation emitted by a capture device with a creature inside of it, which would stack to dangerous levels with multiple devices on hand. However, even as the amounts became negligible, the regulation stayed, and it just...ended up becoming the norm.”
Gold groaned. “I think we need to know important things here, Max...” Oak nudged him and Gold yelped. “Hey!”
The projector switched over to a map of several different islands. “A-anyway...our area actually consists of several different regions. We're in Kanto, and Johto is over Mount Silver. Gold is from Johto, actually. Those are the only regions actually physically joined. There's also Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova. I don't know a whole lot about Unova, and, I think they've discovered another region already, but I don't know much about it. Every area and every region has its own distributions of Pokemon, and-”
“Oh, come on! Ow!” Gold let out, Oak probably trying to get him to keep quiet. Indy just watched, trying to understand this.
“Anyway! Grr...” Max was starting to get irritated at being constantly interrupted by Gold. The map zoomed in to a farther away region, off into a remote region of Sinnoh. “This is Iron Island, where a mining company is running an excavation project alongside several archeologists. We have it on good authority that the mining company is a Team Rocket front, although we don't think the archeologists know that. Supposedly, the staff is in a temple on Iron Island, buried underground within the past few years after it was moved from Cameran Palace. We know it was moved, but not where it was moved to, though with the amount of effort Team Rocket is putting into it, it looks like they're pretty certain it's there.”
Indy hmmed, looking at this. “Seems like a strange place to move it. What's the lore behind this Sir Aaron?”
“Oh, great, a history class.” Gold groaned.
Indy looked back at him. “Hey, you brought me along to help. Seventy percent of all archaeology is done in the library.” he looked back at Max. “Anyways, can you explain it?” Gold only muttered something about Indy being a liar.
“Ah, well, I...didn't prepare for that, but, sure.” he hit a few buttons, switching to a projected image of Sir Aaron. “Story goes, thousands of years ago, there were people who specialized in using Aura. We're not sure exactly what's meant by that, stories vary. Some say it's a mystical force within certain people, others say it's the life force of living beings, and everyone's Aura is linked. But, those are all old stories. What we do know is, whatever this Aura is, the people the wielded it possessed quite extraordinary power, some close to the Pokemon that's born with an innate affinity for manipulation of Aura, Lucario.”
He hit a few more buttons, probably searching for these images, rather than just switching to the next planned image. A creature, not too dissimilar to a jackal. Reminded Indy of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. The shape and coloring was certainly a bit different, though. The head was very similar, though colored black and blue, with a creme-colored body. Blue furred arms, black furred paws, spikes on the backs of its paws and on its chest. Black, digitigrade legs...almost looked like it was wearing blue shorts or something, looked unnatural for a body shape.
“Lucario is a very rare Pokemon that's very good at using this Aura, whatever it is, for both offensive and defensive purposes. It also gives it the ability to see living beings, even through other objects. Most of the Aura guardians would be with a Lucario, both because they could learn from them, and because they would work off of each other. This Sir Aaron was one of the last Aura guardians, and about a thousand years ago, was involved in a giant war between two rivaling kingdoms. For whatever reason, Lucario ended up sealed within the staff, and Sir Aaron disappeared. Almost used as a sort of ancient version of a Pokeball, if you will. Some think that Sir Aaron did this to flee, others think it was to protect his Lucario from a terrible fate during the war. Either way, supposedly, his staff is still out there somewhere, with both the power of Aura, and a Lucario sealed inside of it. For Team Rocket, that would be two great things for the price of one. A super-rare pokemon and an ancient power.”
“But, there were other Aura guardians, right?” Indy asked. “Is this why they're going after this one? Because they'd get the most out of it?”
“Yes, and the only known example that was still confirmed to have its power as of a few years ago. There's only a few other known artifacts of Aura guardians, and all the other ones that have been found so far lack any sort of power to them.”
“Is there any that haven't been found?”
“I believe there's a couple of them that haven't been tracked down yet, but their locations are vague. We know their general areas, but no one's found them yet.”
“Well, we should keep that in mind, try to find out more about those as we go along.”
“Are we done yet?” Gold piped in.
“Not quite yet, I should probably tell you a bit about Team Rocket before you-”
“You'll take forever, I'll explain Team Rocket!” Gold went up to where Max was presenting.
“H-hey, but I have it planned out, important points of-” A Team Rocket logo and a couple of Team Rocket grunts were projected into the middle of the room.
“Yeah, yeah, look, Team Rocket's an organized crime syndicate, biggest group of thugs you'll ever see, and they're not afraid to hurt or kill people to get what they want. Yeah, crazier groups come along once in a while, Magma, Aqua, Galactic, all that, but they never stick around long, Rocket's been around for years and years, and always been led by Giovanni, who's gotten pretty smart over the years. Basically, they're-”
“Hey, it got out of the simulated habitat!” someone yelled out from outside the door.
“Got it, I...man, it's strong!” someone else said, sounding like they were struggling against something.
Suddenly, the door opened, a large, red and black bodied, purple and yellow legged spider-like creature came through the door, finally being fully restrained by one of the researchers. Well, spiders have eight legs, and this had six, the middle legs lifted above its body, acting as feelers, but...sure looked like an arachnid on first glance!
Indy didn't seem to see that the creature was actually restrained, though, having already pulled his revolver on it. “Get down!” the researcher went wide-eyed and raised his arms, letting the restraints go, the Ariados skittering over by Professor Oak.
“Put that away! You're scaring it.” Oak shook his head as his hand rested on the Ariados' head. Only now did the researcher realize that Indy was, in fact, pointing the gun at the Ariados, and not at him, lowering his arms, though still really shaken. Indy slowly put his revolver away.
“Randy, he's fine-” Oak started, directed at the researcher.
“No, no, we need security-” he was starting to panic, about to run off.
“I'm a plainclothes officer, Randy.”
Randy paused for a moment. “Oh, you're Mr. Linnell, then. You're here early. I thought we told you to pick up your visitor's pass at the front desk.” Oak looked like he was about to have a hand on face moment, himself.
“Oak wanted to see me rather urgently, so I forgot.”
“You do know OPEL brings Pokemon out for demonstration out all the time, right?”
“That didn't sound like that's what was happening.” Indy said, still a bit shaken about the fact that their meeting was interrupted by a giant spider.
“The ones we keep in the public habitats are tame, though...”
“I'm from Unova, I've never been to an OPEL facility before.”
There was a pause from Randy before he took the Ariados' restraints, starting to lead it away. “Right, of course, we haven't expanded there yet. Man, you Unova people dress funny.” Indy could only think that, with the trainers he'd seen so far, he didn't know how he was the ridiculously dressed one here.
Max looked more than a bit mad at Gold, waiting for Randy to leave and the door to close before speaking out. “If you'd let me present the way I planned, I would have started with the fact that Team Rocket has guns, and that guns are only legal in the hands of law enforcement here...”
Indy looked incredulous. “Wait, so you have a crime group running around with guns, but no one except for law enforcement is allowed a gun?”
Gold looked at Indy curiously. “Well, yeah. What, should we just have everyone running around with a gun?”
“People without a criminal record, maybe?”
Oak shook his head. “Don't talk such nonsense. That's what Pokemon are for, self-defense.”
Indy looked at Oak like he was crazy. “Okay, imagine you've still got your Ariados, and I'm a Team Rocket grunt, got my creature out. My creature's distracting your Ariados and...” he pulled his gun out, jerking it back in mock gunshots a couple of times. “Bang, it's dead, and bang, you're dead.”
Oak looked a bit freaked out, pushing the gun away from pointing at him. “For Arceus' sake, Indiana, you've made your point!” he shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, I can't get guns. Law enforcement only.”
“Not even an important facility like this?” Indy holstered his gun.
“Well, we have law enforcement guarding it.”
“You should open up to the idea of letting civilians have firearms.”
Oak shook his head. “Now's not the time to talk politics. If you get in trouble, I'm not going to claim to know about this.”
“Fair enough.”
“I still think you should take a Pokemon with you.”
“What about the Ariados?” Gold said with a snicker.
“Nonsense, that one's much too timid.”
Indy really didn't like the idea of a giant spider with them, anyways. “I think Gold can take care of that just fine.”
Oak shook his head. “If you insist. Well, if there's anything that you need to know, you can always use Gold's Pokedex to call me. But...then, what if you were to need something and I wasn't here? I do a lot of field research, after all.”
“Or I could go.” Max said.
Gold rolled his eyes. “Oh, bring the human encyclopedia with us? That'll work so well!” he said sarcastically.
“Hey, I'm a trainer, too, you know!” he pointed to the table, where a small, white figure stood, rather motionless at the moment, looking like it had a large, green helmet over its head, with a red protrusion sticking from this 'helmet'. Strange, Indy hadn't noticed that before. But, then...maybe he assumed it was a decoration. It hadn't moved, after all.
Gold waved his arms in the air a little. “Ohh, one little Ralts. That'll help you against Team Rocket.”
Max gestured his hand over towards Indy. “He doesn't even have any Pokemon!”
Gold chuckled. “Yeah, but he fought Nazis. That's like their Team Rocket, right?”
Indy groaned. “Well, the Mafia is more like it. I don't know if you guys have a Nazi equivalent.”
“See? They're so bad, we don't even have them here, and he fought against them!”
Indy shook his head. “Look, if you want to come, then go ahead, but it's going to be really dangerous.”
It was Oak's turn to facepalm as Max eagerly accepted. “Yeah, I'll help however I can! Ohh, I've never been out to Sinnoh before!”
Gold just groaned at this. “Great...”
Oak just shook his head and sighed. “Speaking of trouble, you should probably leave before the real David Linnell shows up. How did you know he was from Unova?”
“I didn't. I figured from what Max said that you didn't have a facility there, so it seemed like the best way to have plausible deniability about it.”
“You just made it up?” Oak looked flabbergasted.
“Yeah, I didn't even know an officer was supposed to be visiting.”
Oak groaned. “Unbelievable...his picture's on file and everything, and no one caught that?”
Indy sighed, walking out as Oak kept talking about how some more staff training was due. Him, two teenagers, and their supernatural creatures, out to stop a crime syndicate from harnessing an ancient power? Well, it's more backup than he usually had. How hard could it be?
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