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Begun at 1:16 AM 10/17/12 Finished at 8:38 PM 12/30/12.

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Helixion: The Chrono League, redux.

Prologue: "The end of an era."
Mount Arkadi, September 2008.
Thunder roared amid the black-clad heavens, pelting the barren stone behemoth rising up out of the great ocean on one side, and the equally impressive desert sands from another.
Slabs of immense granite jutted toward the noise, and in some places pierced right through it to carry even higher toward the unseen stars overhead, but halfway between sky and sand a rocky plateau spread horizontally almost four hundred meters across, then sloped down into a bitter cliff edge.
Bolts of lightning split the darkness, and with each flash a sparse glimpse could be seen of a chase trailing back throughout Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Johto, and Kanto, where it had all begun almost four years before.
A silver streak fell upon one coated in hues of purple, steel-fletched wings clipping steel-notched wings, but the two humans clinging desperately to their Pokémon barely flinched.
A fall from a thousand feet above the ocean, or a single stroke from the ever present lightning, and neither man or beast would survive the desperate flight, but they had come too far to die by fickle chance that night.
Another whirlwind spiral about one another and the Crobat and its master suddenly rushed around the spire of mountain facing them on the ocean's side.
Almost as soon the Skarmory and its own master spun about to give chase, but the dewdrops of blood lining the edges of each wing confirmed that it had no real need of haste.
That point was only confirmed when they cleared the nearest spire and saw their target leaning against the base of the plateau, clutching at his left arm and the torrent of crimson matting the coat around it, while the Crobat hung nearby protectively.
"Circle around and finish the job if it tries to target either of us," the man riding the Skarmory ordered sharply.
A screech answered him over the thunder, and they landed some distance away, allowing the rider to climb down and pause to take in the area again.
A small pool of rainwater gathered ten feet away from the other man, spilling over an invisible globe half that distance around and tall.
"So you brought one of them with you; a survivor of the purges, then," he called across loudly.
The mask over the Crobat-rider's face slipped as he coughed, falling to his feet with a clatter unheard, and revealing the angular eyes and ever-scowling mouth of Kamon 'Silver' Giovanni, the sole heir to Vittore Giovanni of the supposedly-long-disbanded Team Rocket.
The truth of that matter was that they had only fractured, with several administrators rising up to try and lay claim, but Kamon himself was ultimately put forward by his father and blackmailed into submission after his rebellion faltered.
The experiments had begun, then, beneath his wary eye. Efforts to expand upon their prior work with Mew's DNA, and research into the space virus-turned-Pokémon, Deoxys, in a far away region.
They had even managed to actually get somewhere, in time.
Half-formed embryos of the next-Mewtwo, genetic plans and safety precautions hard-coded in to keep the creatures obedient.
Then the Indigo League caught wind, and when they raided the handful of bases scattered through Kanto and Johto, Kamon only gathered up what he required and fled to the next-farthest point he could find.
Owing to the efforts of various regional Champions, his resources in Unova and then Sinnoh were soon cut and dried up, leaving him to flee once more toward Hoenn, and where it was thought he had made his last stand upon Mount Pyre.
The proof before Steven Stone now confirmed that his suspicion's were correct.
Even with the hood of Silver's cloak up, his tell-tale red hair spilled around to frame his face, and a certain tautness around the eyes, crows feet from the lack of sleep and stress, proved that the younger man was losing the strength to keep on running.
Still, he thrust his shoulders back defiantly, only partially-glancing toward that invisible dome as if seeing the experiment within it, and he reached down to his belt to grip another set of ultraballs in between his fingers.
"I won't die alone, Stone. In the air, dodging to defend my life, my Crobat could hardly block your assault; without that concern, it will shred your Skarmory to file shavings. And that just leaves whatever else you have against whatever else I do."
Steven flicked his own hand down to his belt, but he only drew from it a single pokeball.
"I don't require more than two to end this, Silver. It doesn't matter what other tricks you and your scientists have developed over the years - technique and hard effort will always surpass cheap labor."
Pain flashed across Silver's face for a moment, but he threw all three balls into the air and slapped the same hand to his bleeding arm, clenching down viciously to try and staunch the flow of blood even as the orbs cracked open in mid-air.
In three flashes of crimson, a Weavile, Gengar, and Feraligatr materialized and landed in three different crouches, while directly opposite them a larger flash realized into the figure of a Metagross with a hearty thunk.
Without even needing an order, the bloodlust cascading within their eyes confirmed that they were beyond redemption, and the trio launched against the steel type with hardly a glance toward its pointed limbs.
A flick of the eyes toward each of them as they formed was all Steven needed to assess their threat potential, and he snapped his hand in one of a handful of sound-based instructions - left thumb to ring finger, the third Pokémon from the right - and the steel spider's mind recognized that noise even beneath the roar of thunder overhead.
It spun about and thrust two of its limbs forward in a flash of motion that was more blur than visibility - Bullet Punch - and caught the Weavile from either side of the ribcage.
Fragile bone exploded out of the chest in a spray of violent red gore, taking with it one of the precious valves pumping blood to its heart, and it died in a matter of stunned and gasping moments.
If either man had held his pokédex in hand, if this was an actual, official battle, than a shrill voice would have been screaming out the illegal devastation hit, and marked at least three points off of the Trainer ID responsible, to say nothing of the message on its way to that trainer's League in a dire report of condemnation.
But this battle wasn't being logged, and by the circumstances, Steven Stone happened to be an exalted Champion, facing off against an international criminal convicted of Legendary exploitation; few crimes rung so loudly throughout the lands.
What guilt that burdened Steven's conscience over killing the opposition was crushed down until he could afford to acknowledge it.
Silver's eyes narrowed drastically as he watched one of his oldest partners die horrifically, and he screamed out his desire for immediate vengeance.
"Superpower! Curse!" His voice echoed off of the stone plateau, and he thrust his other hand forward in a silent command at the same moment for his Crobat to rush into action.
It surged toward Steven's head even as his Skarmory darted out of the skies to crash into it, and while they drove at one another furiously across the ground, the Feraligatr threw its arms out and released the energy it had already been gathering together to that point.
Beside it a rush of shadow from the ghost pokémon spun up into the darkness beneath Metagross' own figure, and a flash of red burned over Gengar's body as it forged an ethereal connection between them.
A hearty blast of energy and light half the size of the Feraligatr's body exploded across the distance between them and pounded into the Metagross almost at the same moment, driving the steel type back with a low groan at the impact, but it dug a furrow into the stone as the back legs pressed down, and retaliated by throwing itself forward as soon as the burst had dissipated.
Another flash from the Gengar, this time of greyish-white, as it launched a Destiny Bond toward its opponent caught the Metagross in mid-air, but with a rough clap from Steven and a fizzle of energy in response, the steel spider had suddenly divided in twain; one Metang drove both hands before itself in mid-air and thrust a semi-transparent veil of pink energy against the Gengar, enshrouding it in a net, while the other continued on with a tinge of deep pink gathering before it's lowered head like a barrier.
An avian shriek rattled off of their eardrums as Skarmory drove its beak into the softer underside of one wing at last, and Silver's head whipped back and forth in fury as much as shock at the way the battle was turning, as it ever had where the foreign Champion was concerned.
'How? How can it all fall apart again?' he thought, clenching down viciously on the wound in his upper arm and baring his teeth at the pain.
Droplets of blood splashed down around his boots, saturating his glove, and he knew in his heart that there would be no more escapes.
The Feraligatr smashed one large fist down against the Metang confronting it, plowing it into the ground, while the other Metang flexed its metallic claws and drove the Psychic assault forward against its prey.
Gengar spasmed as it fled toward the shadowy connection it still held, but with a screech the Metang thrust its left arm down while it pushed with the right outward, dragging the energy net downward and cutting off that path.
A glint of crimson fury glared up at it as the net enshrouded the ghost and was taken up by either hand again properly, closing the energy connection tight and keeping the fell thing contained even as it drained away the ghost's energy.
Feraligatr leaned down, stomping one foot into the dense skull of its opponent, and it gripped the hands in tandem as it pulled upright, seeking to rip the foe apart.
"Ignore it and kill him!" Silver's shout carried the madness coursing in his veins, and the Feraligatr reacted instantly to the command, and stepped back while swinging the Metang up and around toward its brethren, so that when it released the two steel types crashed into one another violently.
Before the momentum it carried could vanished, the aged starter thrust open its gaping jaws and expelled a stream of compacted water - Hydro Pump - toward the human target.
Steven grimaced as he watched his Metang' collide and the barrier trapping the Gengar shrink inward all but instantaneously prior to impact, but even then he had already scanned the field and was moving in a calculated risk toward the tumbling flyers nearby at a quick dash.
He almost made it toward them when the first blow knocked his right ankle out from beneath him, shattering the bone like a series of twigs, and spun him around to crash into the unforgiving plateau.
Pain flashed across his features, a low and rough shout driven out of the depths of his lungs, but he had enough mind about his priorities left to twist around and throw his lower body out of harms way.
His ankle nearly broke off when it hit the ground and forced another groan from his empty lungs, but he avoided the next shot by a matter of inches; where it hit rock, a trench was scoured free just shy of a foot long.
The third round was directed toward the fallen steel types behind it, but the blow glanced off of barren rock instead even before Silver yelled at his oldest partner to step aside.
Too late to react, the four sets of agility-enhanced steel-tipped hands caught the water type around the upper and lower jaw and pulled.
Another boom of thunder drowned out the gruesome crack of cartilage and bone, and the Feraligatr collapsed to its knees, and then chest, with its mouth widened an impossible one hundred and eighty degrees.
It died all but instantly, and each Metang lowered themselves down to face Silver with narrowed eyes, the left-most of the two with one eye clenched shut and an arm dangling down weakly.
"No! No, no, no! Damn you!" He howled, leaning back against the stone as his vision swayed.
His skin had paled from the blood loss, but what little was left in his face drained entirely as his first pokémon, the starter that had never betrayed him, fell.
And with the Gengar essentially reduced back to base ectoplasm within the Psychic trap, all that he had left to rely on was his Crobat, tangling furiously with the Skarmory and dripping toxin and blood where rents had been clawed and pecked through its lesser flesh.
Steven dragged himself away before they could reach him any closer, and with a barely audible grunt, he ripped his pokébelt free of his waist and hunched over to tie it tightly around his lower leg, where pale shards of bone jutted up from his ruined ankle.
Abandoning his arm for the futility of enduring, Silver drove his hand into the pocket there and ripped out the experimental black pokéball that had housed the last of the creatures from Viridian City.
"You will obey me, Black Myuu," he hissed out from between clenched teeth, and then he twisted the dial at the front of the ball.
A yowl of vaguely humanoid pain escaped the invisible globe ten feet away from him, and a flicker of ebony fur appeared momentarily only to vanish anew again, repeating in quickening glances.
Another, sharper twist, and the pain the unseen creature felt amplified threefold, driving it to the ground and into full view.
The globe of energy keeping it dry abruptly folded inward like a collapsing cavern top and vanished amid a thousand faint sparks, leaving the experiment to soak in the water and lay thrashing in agony.
Across the distance, one of the Metang had soared over and lifted its master upright again, and in that way Steven limped back to confront the madman once more.
His eyes were narrowed as he watched Silver torture the thing, but he had put down a handful of them himself years ago, ending their misery and prolonged suffering.
This one took his breath away as he watched it, however, and the wail it made began to ascend into telekinetic levels.
The dark and wet fur clung to a feminine form beneath the all-too-real features of the face, rolling around in anguish and exposing the canines concealed behind those plush lips.
It was more defined, more solidified, than any of the half-finished things that had been mercifully executed and put to rest before, and he found it hard to keep that ever-important mental distance as her voice screamed inside of his head.
"Enough!" He yelled out at last, throwing his right hand forward.
The Metang not supporting him charged forward and caught the device and human hand in one of its own, and with the other it twisted the dial forcibly backward to the tune of three different lesser snaps.
Silver swallowed his pain beneath the rage and howled for the creature on the ground to destroy the opposition.
Amber eyes cracked open to slits as her voices' grew silent, and her chest heaved for breath, a shudder wracking her form in the pool of water she lay within. The tail lashed back and forth erratically, but she obeyed the command after another hesitant, recovering moment.
Amber energy blossomed around the Metang, thick and vibrant, and the two steel types released echoing groans as their metal was slowly compressed.
The Skarmory some distance back was likewise caught up in a barrier of shrinking energy, and a fraction surrounded Steven's body, wavering as she read his intentions.
In a long moment the Champion adjusted his posture with a grit of teeth and drew out three pokéballs, and in a trio of lazy crimson arcs, he recalled his team to safety.
The pain of his shattered ankle nearly drove him to one knee, but he forced the joints above to lock into position and support him regardless as he adjusted his weight.
"You were ever a coward, Silver," he bit out through the pain, unable to stop that leg from shuddering, or the slight wave that carried up his spine, "but this is crossing the last line. Take a firm, hard look around yourself!"
He gestured around them to the bloody plateau, a rictus of pain displaying his teeth momentarily, and said, "It's <i>over. We've chased you out of five lands, Silver, and this domain doesn't even exist on any charted ocean routes available. There's no where else to flee, no more pokémon available to abuse, no more Legendary's to exploit."
"Shut up!" Silver hissed from between clenched teeth, be it at the pain of his arm and ruined hand, or the words of the man that had haunted his footsteps throughout Hoenn and Sinnoh, and threw a vicious glare at the creature laying on her back still. "Kill him!"
The slitted eyes roamed over both men, and the energy surrounding Steven pulsed, but it did not tighten down any further, and nor did it release.
"She won't do it on your order. Just as she won't help me, either. You failed at the end, Silver, and what time you have left is borrowed from Darkrai."
Rage burned in the glare repeated at her form, but when she did little more than flinch, Silver thrust his remaining hand into his pockets and drew out a wire-wrapped hilt.
As his fingers squeezed down upon it, a long and thin blade sprung forward from within, and locked into place solidly. Staring down at the glint of silver steel, the criminal trainer turned his eyes between the two of them.
Steven met his gaze challengingly, while she merely flinched again.
"If you won't obey my orders..." he lunged downward and thrust straight toward her heart.
Steven's leg collapsed on him at the same moment that Silver struck, and the energy surrounding his form abruptly quivered and released, leaving him free to move his upper body again.
Outrage appeared within Silver's gaze as he watched her final act of betrayal pass before his eyes, watched as Steven brought his own body forward as well as downward, and watched as the Champion's fingers rose up to curl around the blade just above the hilt and angle it to one side instead of into her body.
The tip cut into his already battered leg instead when they crashed down split-seconds later, but the other hand rose up and caught Silver's good arm just past the wrist, insuring the weapon could not be removed or redirected.
"It's over," Steven repeated through his own clenched teeth, "and you've lost."
Between the wound gushing from his arm, escaping his mangled fingers, and the fall, Silver's skin had faded to a pale hue, but his anger was present even as he gasped for breath over the next minute, and it remained etched into his features when the final breath escaped shortly afterward.
Steven shook the other man once.
When he released his grip and let Silver fall, the exhaustion of the past several day's flight caught up to him at once.
'At last,' he thought wearily, pressing both hands to his leg to keep it from doing to him what had already happened to his opponent.
A tentative thought brushed his mind, a questioning feeling. ~'Hurt?'~ it represented.
Turning his head to stare down at her widened eyes, he felt the same tendril of emotion brush up against his mind, softer and more contained than her earlier and pained screams.
"Yes... yes, I'm hurt," he answered her slowly. Surprise and to a degree dismay spread over his expression.
'Is she fully aware, as Mewtwo? Is she capable of the same passage?' he asked himself.
Her eyes closed as she read his mind, and the concerns present there, following them backwards to the information he knew of the unstable creature.
They flashed back open and she flinched again upon finding Mewtwo's course of events rampaging through Kanto years before. Far more reserved, that tendril spoke again to his mind.
~'No, no, no, no,'~ she repeated, fear leaking through.
For a moment he watched her with a more guarded expression, but it faded into a frown, and finally he sighed quietly.
"You are self aware. You feel pain, and resonate sorrow," he stated just as quietly. Directing his gaze up to the thundering skies above, he finally noticed the barrier that had formed around them once again.
"If you can trace my thoughts back to your progenitor, then we both know there exists the chance that you follow Mew more-so than Mewtwo. You aren't just another embryo in a tank, or a half-grown skeleton wrapped in brittle flesh."
As he spoke, Steven knew that the time to end the Mew-recreation project had already long passed. What was before him now was a fully processed, living creature. He continued his thoughts to himself, though she could skim them regardless.
'A new Legendary. Potentially unstable, and born from vicious science. It took the efforts of a Champion's team to calm the worst of the malicious rage harboring in Mewtwo's heart several years ago... and the Indigo League did not challenge Champion Red's course in the matter even from the start.'
She trembled lightly as she followed his thoughts along, and sensed the path he was working toward.
'This land is barren and empty. Even if her powers flowed outward and out of control one day, there is little to harm here.'
Before he could even reach down for it, his pokédex floated outward on a trail of amber energy, hovering before his hands, and he looked down in surprise again when he felt it bump his fingers.
"I don't even have to ask, do I? You chose to follow me instead of Silver well before he tried to kill you." She nodded a little at his statement, and he reached out to grasp the chipped blue pokédex before him.
One finger flipped the menu open, and he browsed down to the International Police's number. A tap later and it began ringing faintly, and one of the men at the other end answered it quickly.
"Hello? Champion calling, yes? Hoenn? Hello?"
Steven lifted the device up. "Yes, this is the previous Hoenn Champion. You can close the case file on Team Rocket and the Giovanni family."
A delighted shout echoed through the speakers, and a small round of other languages cheered the news.
Once it settled down enough for the first man to speak up, he asked, "Very good job, Champion! Long years in hunt concluded! But signal weak, voice garbly. Where is Champion?"
"I'm in the tail-end of the uncharted seas."
That brought an abrupt silence to the other end, and the speaker nervously spoke up after a few moments, "Ah, ah, uncharted... not good, Champion. Unknown lands, yes? Very dangerous, yes?"
"Not really, no. I intend to stay here and chart out the first land we've discovered since Unova finally made contact a decade and a half ago. I'll send periodic updates through the pokédex, along with my flight path when I have a standard map established."
"No, no good! Hurt, injuries, bad luck! Make trip back to known territories and be collected, Champion!"
"I have a confirmed Legendary that is too dangerous to bring back to the main lands, and even if she wasn't with me, I'd still have a strong desire to find out what minerals are hidden away here and what else exists in a new landmass. I'll be in touch in several days."
Reaching for the end-call button, he heard frantic and harried shouts appear before the voice on the other end was replaced. "Wait a minute, Stone. You aren't author--" whatever the message was, it was cut short.
"'Aren't authorized?' he finished for the new speaker. "Perhaps the International Police have forgotten who founded their organization." Pocketing the pokédex, he looked down at his leg and found that it had stopped paining him unduly.
When he lifted his fingers away, the wound was sealed with a faint scar behind. She brushed against his thoughts again and a small smile appeared on her face when he looked at her again.
~'Better?'~ she asked.
'Much better. Thank you... Black Myuu?' he hesitated over the title Silver had designated for her branching species.
She made a quiet mewl in the back of her throat, but shook her head at being referred like that.
'Then I'll find a suitable name for you as we progress,' he stated, and lightly tested his leg and ankle.
It held his weight remarkably well, though with a slight limp. Far better than anything he could have received at a hospital.
The storm overhead quieted as it was blown onward, leaving them there in the middle of the corpse ridden plateau.
The illness he had been putting off at killing Silver's team finally reared its ugly head, and he sank back down beside her with a hand pressed against his mouth and another to his stomach, holding back the bland meal churning in his gut.
Alarm spread through the sense he received from her, but she followed it back until she had learned why, and why it was not fought against any harder.
In the end the bile won out, and she ascended into a hover to escape it, watching in dismay and sadness as his body was racked by it.
When he was reduced to dry heaving, Steven clenched down tightly and forced it to recede, then rolled up to his feet and away from the mess.
'I meant what I said to explore this land, and the sooner I'm away from their deaths, the better. Yet...' she listened as he told her what he wanted down, and with a bit of aide from her powers, the corpses were gathered into the air in the same amber light as before.
A minute later and they were laid out to sea, caught up in the turmoil of the crashing waves.
It was not pleasant funeral, but it was more than they deserved, and it put some degree of rest to his conscience.
'Thank you... Karen?' he suggested.
A quiet mewl answered him as she nodded her head.
'Then let's get started.'
A/N: And so we begin, again. I'll be frank here, I was pretty embarrassed with how little quality the main progress of the original Helixion had to it, and I've been meaning to rewrite it for a year or better. This is my final solution to that problem.
I'm not entirely pleased to have no sex in this prologue, but I liked most of the buildup- it gets the end of the journey through the canon regions across, sets up the beginning for the new region of Helixion, and establishes something of Steven's character.
To those that expect more of Steven, however, I'm afraid that an eighty-eight year time skip is coming when I update this again. This prologue is just the bridge between the eventual 2096 Transitions story and the actual 2096 timeline I've always intended to display.

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!~Ulforce.<
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