Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ BTVS: Season Pokegirl ❯ Chapter 1 Brave New World ( Chapter 1 )

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Pokegirl.

 

Episode 1, Welcome to the Wildlife.

 

"DANGER! DANGER! WILL ROBINSON!"

 

Disclaimer: This is a piece of ADULT fiction. Its contents should be viewed as such and only read by people deemed legally adults by their communities. This story features violence and sexual situations and should be considered Adult material.

 

Metroanime first penned the Pokegirl Universe in his fic Wild Horses and Pokegirl's and it has since been explored by many other great authors I claim nothing. BTVS is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy I still claim nothing.

 

A/N. This is my first go at a writing a Lemon scene and real effort at writing Hand to Hand combat, so please be gentle. On the other hand if it sucks donkey balls would someone please tell me! Otherwise I'll just carry on blissfully thinking its great and never improve.

 

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Chapter 1, Brave New World

 

Into every generation a Slayer is born.

 

One girl in all the world, a Chosen One.

 

One born with the strength and skill

 

to fight the vampires,

 

to stop the spread of their evil

 

and the swell of their numbers.

 

She is the Vampire Slayer.

 

 

Shady Meadows Cemetery, Sunnydale, California, USA.

 

Light from the rising half moon shone down on the shadowed grass and glittered off of grave markers and tombstones.

 

Buffy Summers stood infront of a fresh grave, absently spinning a foot long two inch wide sharpened piece of wood named Mr. Pointy in the fingers of her right hand. Wondering about the friends and family that must have attended the burial the day before. Did any of them suspect? Surely one or two of them must have, why else would they have had....

 

Buffy checked the gravestone and continued her musing's while she waited.

 

Trixy Handow, beloved Sister and Aunt. Why else would they have had Trixy buried so quickly?

 

Had Trixy's sister or one of her nieces and nephews taken one look at the police report listing attack by a gang on PCP or a tragic accident involving a BBQ fork as the cause of death and known?

 

Or was it just another one of those good old Sunnydale traditions that everybody followed but few understood? Like never invite anybody into your house' just let any visitors cross the threshold by themselves if they could. Or the old standby `Don't go out at Night' or the best one if you see something strange pretend it never happened and forget about it as soon as possible.

 

Although considering how many people Buffy ran into at two or three o'clock in the morning, the second rule seemed more like a guild line.

 

Buffy took another look at Trixy Handow grave, still no sign of action. The nineteen year-old Slayer glanced at her new watch. Her Mom had got it for her, as a sort of acknowledgement of Buffy's Slayer duties. It was an expensive copy of a Special Forces design; it's light was very faint and green, guaranteed undetectable from more than six meters away.

 

Buffy sighed it was getting on towards ten, it had been nearly three hours since sundown.

 

"Bored! Bored! Bored!" Buffy changed hands working Mr. Pointy and leaned back on a convenient tombstone, making sure she could still keep an eye on Trixy's grave.

 

"Come on Trixy! Times a wasting got to get up and get your grrrrr on. You don't want to spend your whole night down there do you?" While she grumbled to the tardy Vampire, Buffy caught a flicker of movement out the corner of her eye.

 

"Trixy, I'm to going share something with you, since we're having this little moment. It's a bit difficult to talk about so bare with me OK? So the thing is, that lately I've noticed I'm picking up a few habits that maybe I should be concerned about, nothing extreme just the odd turn here and there." Damn they were coming quick, Buffy nearly lost her place in her banter as she watched the three darting shapes flicker from shadow to gravestone to tree closing the distance from the graveyard boundary in seconds.

 

"I know what your thinking Trixy, not Buffy she's a picture of mental heath! What could she be worried about? Well let me tell you Trixy, every now and then I've noticed that I've started talking to myself, a lot. Now I've only had first year psychology and my Professor was a megalomaniac Frankenstein wannabe but I'm betting, not a good sign."

 

They were moving fast, fast enough that normal humans would only see a blur at best, they quickly and near silently concealed themselves around the Handow family plot. Buffy was impressed, you very rarely saw fledglings actually using their Vampire speed or coordinating more than a lets all rush them at once, kind of deal. The last time the Slayer had seen Vampires actually using their supernatural speed in any useful way, had been when Kakistos and his minions had followed Faith to town, it wasn't something that your average fledgling seemed to be able to learn on their own.

 

Who ever was in charge of this little band seemed to have more smarts or at least more training than the average undead citizen of Sunnyhell.

 

"So you see I'm being extra careful of Buffy's sanity at the moment and that means plenty of down time with my friends and family, right? So you understand I need to get home at a decent time tonight. Nothing against you Trixy you've been great, listening to me like this. It's just that the whole gang is meeting at Casa de Summer's and I haven't seen my buds for over a month. So if you could put in a appearance some time soon?" While the three dark silhouettes set themselves for their big entrance Buffy concentrated on the faint tingling that had haunted the back of her mind since she'd been called four and half years ago.

 

Her Spider Sense was without a doubt the Slayers least favorite ability. The one she was most reluctant to use, no matter how often Giles lectured about how useful it was. Sensing Evil in Sunnydale, on top of the Hellmouth? It was so not of the good.

 

She'd need an extra long shower tonight to get the icky feeling off of her.

 

Just for a second she felt the Cemetery around her. Just twenty or so meters, but it was more than enough. Buffy could all but taste the twisted demons animating the three Vampires stalking her. A dimmer sense muffled by meters of soil, of another one slowly digging its way up from bellow, under the grave of Trixy Handow. But most of all she could feel the rotting sickly cloud that soaked into every blade of grass, every tree, the air she breathed and even the tombstone she rested her hip against, everything. The Hellmouth.

 

With a shudder Buffy pushed it back down into depths of her mind.

 

Nope no Vampires sneaking up on her from behind, maybe these three weren't as smart as she'd thought they were.

 

Oh well time to get to work.

 

"Come on Trixy, up and at them! Think about all the fun things your missing." Buffy coaxed.

 

"You could be out chasing and biting people or skulking in an abandoned warehouse or ... I know I know! If you come out right now you could watch me dust these three losers who think they're sneaking up on me." Buffy told her audience in her strong clear voice, easily carrying out into the surrounding darkness.

 

There was a shocked silence for a second, and then Buffy's Slayer ears could make out some embarrassed shuffling from the shadows.

 

"You will die this night Slayer!" The mans voice sounded out of the darkness in what was probably supposed to be an ominous and foreboding tone, but came across sounding a bit unsure of itself and Buffy rolled her eyes as she turned to watch the three Vampires step out of the shadows.

 

"O jeez! Couldn't all you wannabe's, like pool your money and higher some better quality speech writers?" Buffy drawled as she watched them come.

 

There were two men and a woman, a mixed bag they had been various ages when they died. The apparent leader, the one who'd spoken looked to be about fifty or so when he'd been Vamped. He was a big guy, six foot four with shoulders like a linebacker he could be a problem, long arms. The next one that Buffy had labeled number two looked around his early twenties, maybe a college student, Buffy wondered if he'd attended UC Sunnydale at some point. The last one, the one Buffy had decided to take out fast so the Slayer could then concentrate on the two bigger threats, was a slightly older looking woman, mid to late twenties. They were all wearing dark billowing robes with their hoods hanging down their backs. Buffy rolled her eyes, billowing black robes, never a good sign.

 

Still spinning her stake one handed, the ex-cheerleader wandered a few steps to her right. Making sure the weakest of the three, in her opinion, four and half years in the trade don't you know, was closest and was the one who would enter hand to hand range first when they charged.

 

"I mean honestly who talks like that anymore? And your all fledges, its not like way back in the day you were all `Forsooth' and `Thou', what is a Forsooth anyway?" Buffy asked, suddenly missing her bubblegum, this routine always went better if she blew a big pink bubble at the end.

 

The two males both looked really offended, Buffy wondered if it was her critique of their dialog or her calling them fledges, Vampire on the whole really hated that, especially the fledges. The female looked a bit scared and confused, maybe realizing her new friends might not be all that big and tough in the wonderful world of Sunnyhell?

 

"The Great One has declared you anathema Slayer. Your destruction has been ordained!" The spokes Vamp declared drawing himself up to his full impressive height. Fibbing slightly he doubted the Great One even knew this particular Slayer existed but a Slayer was a Slayer and the street cred for beating one was huge.

 

Buffy silently conceded a five for that one, in a looming contest the 6' 4" Vampire had it over the 5' 3" Californian girl. Although why silently? Didn't she owe it to the world to share her wisdom?

 

"OK that was better, the scary looming goes well with the black cape. But your still loosing points because of the crappy dialogue." The Slayer informed her audience. Taking another seemingly casual step to the right.

 

Perfect.

 

"These are Robes! Sacred vestments not capes!" Number two muttered. Man did he look pissed, Buffy guessed that this was a guy who really thought all the hanging around in pentagrams at midnight and chanting was really cool.

 

"Who cares, they're uncomfortable and always getting caught on stuff." The twenty something woman Vamp whined.

 

"Shut up Julia! We wear them to honor the Great One!" Number two hissed at his cohort.

 

"You shut up Malcolm!" Witty Rejoinders R-Us snapped back.

 

"ENOUGH!" Number one roared, cutting off the bickering between the two other Vampires. His feature contorted his checks and forehead warping as the demon rose to the surface. The Vampire took a long step forward almost shaking with rage; realizing just how far this encounter had been derailed from the beautiful plan he'd come up with. "Stop you're useless chatter, remember the plan!"

 

He was supposed to catch the Slayer by surprise! They'd known she would be waiting for the newly turned Vampire to rise from her grave. He would give her enough time to relax and drop her guard, then with the two minions he'd trained in stealth and using their speed they would surround her. The three of them would spring from the dark of night and attack before the Slayer realized what was happening, While Malcolm and Julia kept her busy he would launch his own attack, overwhelming the distracted Slayer, he'd capture her. He Jacob would have the honor of throwing the Slayer's broken and bloody body to the Great One's feet and be recognized and raised above all her other servants when she arrived in Sunnydale.

 

Jacobs yellow demonic eyes locked on the small blonde Slayer as she stood in the middle of the clearing still fiddling with a stake with one hand while she ... What in Glorificus's name was she doing now?

 

Jacob watched dumbfounded as Buffy grabbed a lock of her hair and angled it this way and that, trying to catch some of the light provided by the distant street lamps, so she could examine the ends. Seeming to notice him staring the Slayer gave him an apologetic look.

 

"Sorry were you saying something? I thought I saw a spit end." Buffy explained.

 

She was mocking them! Him! He was Nosferatu, Lord of the Night! Soon to be a favored servant of the Great Glorificus and she was mocking him.

 

"Arrrrrhhhhhh! Kill her!" The enraged roar jerked Malcolm and Julia into motion both transformed into their game faces and charged at the seemingly unprepared Slayer.

 

The three Vampires had entered the clearing line abreast well spread out confronting Buffy. Julia on the right Jacob in the middle and Malcolm on the left. Buffy had `Wandered' over to the right, so now Vamp Julia was along way ahead of her friends. Jacob stood still, waiting for his minions to soften the Slayer up and get her attention.

 

Julia blurred forward her arms out stretched and fingers hooked like claws. The Vampire woman curled back her lips showing her enlarged fangs and jagged teeth, her whole attention on the Slayer determined to slash her throat out. She had been a Vampire for two years now and knew how people reacted, the momentary frozen shock at seeing her demon would be all she needed. Racing at her full speed she pulled one arm back for a viscous swipe that would finish this fight before Jacob and Malcolm could even lay a hand on the Slayer!

 

Julia was totally unprepared for her target darting forward faster than even her superior Vampire eyes could follow and launching a snap kick that connected with a sickening crunch with her throat.

 

Buffy watched the Vampire cartwheel backwards, just as fast as she'd charged forward, airborne for a good ten meters before her tumbling body slammed into the Vamp boss, knocking them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs with their billowy robes going every which way.

 

"Score!"

 

She didn't stop to admire her work long, before they'd stopped bouncing Buffy was sprinting towards the other minion, who's own attack run was slowing considerably, as he gawked at his two companions.

 

Malcolm hissed as he turned his burning yellow eyes back to the Slayer and saw her rapidly closing the distance between them, more than a bit wary after seeing Julia's disastrous attack, he skidded to a halt and tried to arrange his limbs in a half remembered ready stance.

 

Buffy grimaced as she saw the Vamp she was going for settling into some kind of loose sloppy `Horse Stance'. What was it with Vamps and martial arts? They all seemed to know some, even if they'd just pulled themselves straight out of the grave.

 

Buffy so didn't want to spend all night seeing who's `Chestnut Fist' was faster, time to show the clever little Vamps what real speed was all about. As she got in range the Slayer slammed her right foot into the ground and pivoted, launching her left leg at the Vamp's head in a blinding spin kick.

 

More due to luck than skill, Malcolm managed to raise an arm to block, but he was no way ready for the sheer strength of the Slayer added to the momentum she'd built up in her charge.

 

Malcolm's blocking arm slammed back into his face, smashing the limb savagely and probably ripping every muscle and ligament he had from his shoulder to elbow, not that he had time to feel much of the pain.

 

Buffy followed the staggering Vampire not giving it a second to recover. From the spin kick the Slayer launched into a fury of blows. A simple right cross, well simple if you didn't count the inch thick piece of mahogany clutched in her fist, followed by two lighting fast jabs. Back fist to the face followed by another cross, this time left handed for variety.

 

The reeling Vamp tried to retaliate with a weak palm strike that Buffy blocked and captured in a crushing grip. Twisting the arm savagely and using it as a handle to hold the Vamp in place as she plowed a series of devastating knee strikes into his solar plexus. Ramming her knee into the creature's body in blows that could shatter stone until something inside the Vampire went crunch.

 

Buffy let it loose and the Vampire now barely managing to stay upright hunched over, trying to protect itself from further punishment. The Slayer battered the weak defense aside and plunged Mister Pointy home in the center of its chest. Vamp Malcolm gapped at the small blonde for a spilt second before exploding into a pillar of dust.

 

Already turning, ignoring the empty robe as it collapsed to the ground, Buffy spun to face the rest of the clearing looking for the other two Vamps.

 

Just in time to duck under the large clenched fist aimed at the back of her skull!

 

Buffy felt the Boss Vamp's fist tug at her hair as she slipped under the blow. Since she was going down anyway the Slayer let herself fall, letting gravity drag her down, one hand slapping flat to soft grassy ground and threw a wide leg sweep forward, catching Jacob as the tall Vampire was still over extended from his missed punch.

 

As his feet were knocked out from under him Jacob threw himself backwards, turning the fall into a only mildly awkward looking roll and sprang nimbly to back up.

 

Buffy flipped back to her own feet just as quickly, but let him go. Taking a few cautious steps back herself, looking around for the third Vampire. The Slayer spotted Vamp Julia right away, she hadn't moved far from where she'd landed from Buffy's kick.

 

Still looking pretty messed up from Buffy's kick to the throat and her short flight. The female Vampire was kneeling, one hand massaging her sore throat while using the spare to prop herself up. She still had a bit of fight left in her, judging by the death glare that she was sending Buffy's way. To bad she wasn't paying more attention to what was going on about her instead of trying to wish the Slayer dead. She might have been able to avoid the stake the plunged through her back and skewered her heart. Probably not, but you never know.

 

"Hey! Xander how was your holiday season." Buffy called out to her Xander shaped friend as he stood brushing Vamp dust from his hands. "Nice staking action, good follow through."

 

"Hey Buff! L.A was hot even for a California boy like me. But the work was good and Anya enjoyed the shops and the hotel." Xander Harris said as the young man moved forwards, stalking the Vampire facing off with Buffy.

 

The Boss Vampire whipped around at the sound of the dark haired male Scoobies voice and saw the rapidly fading cloud of dust that was all that remained of his last minion.

 

Jacob hissed at the Slayers ally and took a step towards him, rage twisting his already demonic face.

 

"Hey Ugly! Fights over here!" Buffy shouted before the last Vampire could get sidetracked.

 

Jerking back around, his gaze darting between his two enemies. Trying to keep them both in sight, the Vampires features morphed back to human as he took a step back. Now that the anger at seeing the last of his minions; that he'd spent so much time and effort training, destroyed had cooled the older Vampire was weighing the odds and he didn't like the answers he was getting. Taking another step back, retreating Jacob was already working on a new plan to capture the Slayer, he'd obviously need more minions. He who fights and runs away yadda, yadda he couldn't afford to be destroyed here. His un-life belonged to the mighty Glorificus only she had the right to destroy him! Yeah that sounded right.

 

"This isn't over Slayer!" With a snarl that didn't look quite so intimidating on his now human features and his dramatic declaration ruined by the slight quiver in his voice, the Boss Vamp turned and ran. His form near invisible to Xander human eyes, the Vampire took off at speeds that would make Olympic athletes green with envy.

 

Only to jerk to a stop as a short redheaded young woman stepped into his path holding a large wooden cross up like a stop sign. With her other hand Willow Rosenberg was holding a small pistol crossbow, which she lined up on the recoiling Vampires heart and fired.

 

Jacob managed to turn just enough so the wooden bolt sank to the flights just off target skewering his shoulder as he franticly twisted to the side.

 

"Darn it! You moved." The redheaded Scoobie complained as she dropped the crossbow and advanced on the staggering Vampire brandishing her cross, forcing it back.

 

Jacob was close to panic now, the Slayer at his back, a holy cross in front and a Vampire hunter closing from the side. The desperate Vampire decided to fight his way out past the human Vampire hunter was his best bet and started towards the young man the Slayer had called Xander.

 

Too Late.

 

A deceptively small feminine hand gripped his injured shoulder in a crushing grip and spun him around. The last thing Jacob the Vampire saw was the small blonde Slayer jabbing a stake at him.

 

"Hey Willow!" Buffy smiled at her friend suddenly feeling better than she had in weeks. She threw an arm over the slightly taller girl's shoulder in a half hug as she turned to face Xander as he hurried up to the two girls "You've been practicing! You'd have totally got him if he hadn't moved."

 

Stashing Mr. Pointing in the back on her jeans underneath the red leather jacket she was wearing Buffy looped her free arm around Xander's waist as soon as he was in range including him in the hug.

 

"It's so great to see you guys! I thought we weren't meeting until after patrol." Buffy gave her two best friends an affectionate squeeze.

 

The two founding Scoobie members returned the Slayers hug for a second before they started to feel their bones straining under Buffy's strength.

 

"Easy Buffster breakable here!" Xander chuckled pulling back slightly.

 

Buffy eased up on the hug but kept her grip on her two friends. Turning the three started back towards the graveyard entrance and the Summer's home.

 

"We were at your house, but after Giles arrived and Tara and Dawn kept beating us at Monopoly Xander and I decided to come see how you were doing." Willow told her Slayer.

 

"They were totally cheating Buff, everyone knows your not aloud to team up! But the rules had mysteriously and very conveniently vanished, so Dawn as owner of the board word is law." Xander told her. "The Dawns money is worth two dollars to everyone else's one dollar rule is also suspect."

 

"She's just having fun Xander, anyway after the Monopoly game fell through Dawn wanted to talk to Tara about Wicca and Anya and your Mom and Giles were all deep into the world of art as investments so Xander and I were at loose ends." Willow explained.

 

"Yeah Anya wanted to talk to your Mom about some pictures she wants to buy for our apartment and Giles got roped into it somehow." Xander agreed "Mrs. S said you were waiting for an BBQ fork victim to raise from her grave here in good old Shady Meadows so we thought."

 

"Oh crap!" Buffy exclaimed cutting Xander off.

 

"What." Both veteran Scoobies were instantly on guard thinking the Slayer had seen something, nether was prepared for Buffy turning and running back towards the earlier battle site.

 

"I totally forgot about Trixy! I'll stake her and be right back guys." Buffy called over her shoulder as she disappeared among the grave markers and tombstones.

 

Willow and Xander exchanged a look before shrugging and following after the speeding Slayer at a more sedate, human friendly pace.

 

Secret Initiative Laboratory, Hard Pass, thirty miles north of Triennia Town, Triennia Province, Mountain League, Near the border to Edo.

 

"Main Generator online, one minute until full charge for first stage activation." The middle of the three technicians reported her eyes glued to the line of digital gauges on the screen of her workstation.

 

"Order the onsite personnel to secure behind the blast shield" Maggie Walsh ordered.

 

"All personnel on the lab floor are ordered behind the shield. Activation is Imminent! Repeat Activation is Imminent! this is not a drill!" The technician to Maggie's right relayed her orders through microphone on a stand mounted on his desk. The man didn't take his eyes off his own line of gauges, just leaned over slightly grabbed the Mic with one groping hand and pulled it to his mouth.

 

There was a definite thrum of energy in the air and all the assembled Trauma Team and Initiative members could feel the deep vibration in their bones as the giant generators buried bellow the Initiative complex picked up speed.

 

Maggie Walsh stood hands clasped behind her back Commander Riley Finn, Tamers Graham Miller and Forrest Gates and her assistant Dr. Patrick Angleman stood in a lose order about her. Director Davis O'Brian the Trauma Team part of the bases command structure and Agent Keith Crawford an observer for Trauma Team's Governing Committee stood a little apart from the Initiative members. Still close enough for comfortable conversation but the extra meter and their stark white uniforms they wore setting them apart. Sam, Riley's Samurai and Rose, his Armsmistress both stood a few paces behind the humans

 

"Full charge, we're ready to activate the first stage on your word Professor." The lead technician announced.

 

"Activate!" Maggie Walsh gave the order.

 

Agent Crawford took a hesitant step closer to the Initiative group and cleared his throat nervously.

 

"Several members of the Governing Committee wanted to know when the Bio-Form Template upgrades would be available to humans." Keith Crawford commented.

 

Maggie suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, she'd expected this. No doubt Bio-Form re-enforcement during Transit had caught the attention of some of the older and sicker members of the Committee. It must have sounded, to the uneducated listener, like a veritable fountain of youth crossed with a cure-all elixir.

 

"The Bio-Form re-enforcement of the subjects Matrix is only possible because of the unique environment found in the formless area's between dimensions Agent Crawford. It will be years before we know enough about it to even guess if it would be possible to do something similar here in our own dimension." The Initiative leader explained.

 

"They were very insistent Professor Walsh, one even mentioned scraping the I.D.H. project so the Initiative could concentrate on it." Crawford said his voice losing some of its uncertainty. Maggie noticed that his hand was resting on the single Pokeball attached to his belt.

 

Maggie snorted so the little man thought this was some kind of revenge for his Pokeslut being taught a few manners?

 

"It will never happen Agent Crawford, the movers and shakers on the Committee are very determined that the I.D.H. project be made a success. The main facility in the Sunshine League is already over half completed. Some very important people have put a lot of there own personal credits down to finance it and have assured me of their future support." Maggie told him.

 

Keith Crawford blinked and took a step back frowning. Maggie watched as the man kept a protective had cupped over his Dark Lady's Pokeball and nearly laughed.

 

Ironically it had been Brenda's conversion that had given Maggie the inspiration for this project. Professor Walsh had since early in her career been focused on the primordial building blocks of reality. The very bedrock everything else from magic to physics rested on, a unified theory more complete than any Einstein or those that followed him had ever imagined. Unfortunately there was very little unsoiled universal building material laying around waiting to be studied. In fact anything that was the least accessible was by definition already contaminated by something. Even the most abstract elemental plane, that only the most powerful and learned of Vale wizard's could grasp had already been altered by some form of evolution from its beginnings.

 

Maggie had determined that only in the ether between dimensions completely outside of any reality would she find an uncontaminated sample large enough to test and stable enough to research. Unfortunately her backers in Trauma Team had been more than a bit leery of the millions of credits needed to finance the project when Professor Walsh had first presented them with the plans for her experimental device to pierce the dimensional barriers.

 

The governing committee of Trauma Team had wanted to know what they'd get out of it, and Maggie's talk of the scientific breakthrough of the millennium and vague claims of vast untapped power hadn't sold them on the idea. Trauma Team was at heart a very straightforward organization with simple goals and needs, they wanted power, power they could hold in their hands. Not some vague idea of power, they might get at some point in the distant future. They wanted power they could feel and understand money, politicians under their thumb or best of all strong Pokegirl's.

 

Maggie had nearly thrown up, when they mentioned that last item, here she was offering these imbeciles the keys to unlocking the mysteries of the universe and they started masturbating over their stupid Pokesluts. As if any sub-human sex-slaves could ever really amount to anything, no matter how many cheap tricks it was taught.

 

Maggie had left the meeting feeling beaten for the first time in her life, she just could not make them understand. Even when she'd been locked up in Arkham Sanitarium she hadn't been so disheartened. There was no way Trauma Team would ever fund her real work, they would always be too focused on getting the next powerful Pokegirl.

 

Then Brenda made her little power grab and Professor Walsh had seen a top of the line Modification Pokeball make a Level 1 Dark Lady and she'd started thinking.

 

Modification Pokeballs where hugely expensive, being based on badly understood Lost Tech copied from incomplete schematics found in destroyed Sukebe installations. Which made them buggers to build with a huge number of defective units for every useful Ball made. For Modification Pokeballs that could transform a human into a Catgirl or Titmouse the usual ratio was 100 defective for each working model.

 

A Ball powerful enough to perform a Modification to create a Pokegirl as high evolution as a Dark Lady was even more difficult to produce, making them rare and sort after resources. And what did you get for all the effort? A Pokegirl barely more useful than the human you'd thrown the ball at in the first place. Oh sure they had potential and if you were prepared to spend the next ten years on training and battling you just might level your new Pokegirl up high enough to make it worthwhile.

 

It was all a question of energy, a normal human was just not powerful enough for the Modification Pokeball to make a worthwhile Leveled Pokegirl out of. Sure it was a hell of a disciplinary tool, the threat of being turned into a Pokegirl worked wonders in motivating people. But as a means to acquiring strong Pokegirl's it was a bust. Even if you lucked out and got an impressive species it would still be the lowest of the low in terms of power levels.

 

So what if you didn't start with normal humans? There were Tamers in the world with blood gifts that made them almost as formidable as their Pokegirl's and Wizards in the Vale with power to spare. The problem with them was they were usually very hard to get at and very, very hard to capture and would generally be missed when they were gone, bringing unwanted attention down on Trauma Team.

 

But, and here is where Maggie saw her opportunity what if the victims could be missed, but no one would know where to look?

 

What if they could be grabbed from a direction they'd never even thought of guarding against?

 

What if Trauma Team could reach into an unsuspecting dimension grab some of the more powerful beings there transport them back to base and turn them into Pokegirl's?

 

An unending supply of high level untraceable Pokegirl's. This time the Committee had been a lot more interested in Maggie's proposal.