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PREVIOUSLY…

"Pikachu is unable to battle; Champion Red please send in your next Pokémon!"

Red had already picked up Pikachu and set him down gentle next to him. "You did great, buddy." He said quietly to the Pokémon before turning to Clause with a new poke-ball in hand. "You've gotten a lot better than the last time we met. Last time you could hardly stand up to a thunderbolt, but let's see how you handle this! Primeape, I choose you!"

VIEWING BOX

KANTO/JOHTO TABLE

At this table, Lance was admiring the strength that the Hydreigon had shown, thinking of trying to catch one himself in the future. Bruno however was in shock, which the other Elite took notice of.

"Something wrong Bruno?" Bertha asked.

"I-it's that Primeape. It's the P1 champion from fifteen years ago! He disappeared one day after the match and no one ever saw him again."

"Are you positive that it's the same one? Primeape aren't exactly unique?" Lorelei

"No, I'm certain that it's the same one. I had hope to pit some of my own fighting types against it, but the man in charge said that his… trainer took him…" Bruno trailed off as he got a strange look in his eye.

"Bruno?" Bertha asked.

"I asked who the trainer was, and he said it was Ash Ketchum."

"If that Primeape was Ash's…" Lorelei trailed off.

"Then why does the Champion of Casus have it?" Lance completed.

NOW… New stuff

"Hydreigon, Flash Cannon!"

"Charge him, Primeape!"

Hydreigon's middle mouth opened and filled with silver energy while Primeape rushed towards the dragon. He had just past the half way point when the Flash Cannon was fired.

"Dodge and grab his tail!"

As the silver beam hurtled at the pig monkey Pokémon, he easily side stepped the beam and continued the charge. Before the beam had even tapered off the fighting type had already grabbed on to the dragon's tail.

"Fly away, Hydreigon!"

"Seismic Toss!"

The three-headed dragon flapped its wings as hard as it could, but Primeape dug his heels into the ground and with great effort began to swing the dragon around him. Hydreigon continued its futile efforts of until Primeape, with one final spin, threw the dragon toward the stadium wall. The impact left a mark, and a fainted Hydreigon beneath it.

"Hydreigon is unable to continue, Blue trainer, please send in you next Pokémon!"

"You did great Hydreigon," Claus said as he returned his fallen Pokémon to his ball, before retrieving another, "Looks like Pikachu did a lot more damage than I thought, but let's see how you handle my," He tossed his new Pokéball in the air. Once reaching its peak, burst open to reveal his next Pokémon, "Houndoom!"

The newly released Pokémon threw its head to the sky and let loose a mighty howl, in the process, drawing attention to the collar around it's neck, which contained a mega-stone. None of which went unnoticed by Red.

"So, you can mega-evolve?" Red smirked at his own question, "Well this'll be interesting!"

"Well, since the skitty's out of the bag, why wait?" Clause replied. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pocket watch with a Keystone imbedded in it. "Let's go Houndoom!"

Like earlier with Red and Charizard, light encased in light. Once the light receded, in Houndoom's place was his Mega-form.

"Flame Charge!"

"Intercept with Mega Punch!"

Flames enveloped the dog-like Pokémon as he charged towards his opponent. Primeape, remained still as he reared his fist back and his fist began to glow orange. Houndoom continued his charged unimpeded. He neared Primeape, who just let his fist fly forward, when he jumped upward, catching both Primeape and trainer by surprise.

"Flamethrower!"

From above, Houndoom let loose a torrent of flames at the pig monkey. Primeape screamed in both pain and surprise as he was burned from above.

"Seismic Toss!"

From inside the flames an arm reached out and grasped Houndoom around the muzzle closing off the mouth and in turn the flames. Now that the flames were gone, Primeape was revealed, and the lack of damage the attack had caused, other than slightly singed hair. Houndoom was quickly pulled from the air and forcibly slammed in to the ground by Prime ape.

"Low Kick!"

With one swift kick from Primeape, Houndoom was sent scraping along the ground to the other side of the field. Somehow, Houndoom managed to stand, but the two super effective moves from a powerful Pokémon were taking a heavy toll. On its first attempt to stand it nearly collapsed before catching itself. It ties once more before collapsing entirely, and in a flash was reverted into its base form.

"Houndoom is unable to battle, Primeape is the winner, which means the victor is Champion Satoshi!" The ref declared

"That was a great match, Claus." Red commented from his side, "You've gotten a lot stronger than when we last met."

"Yeah," Claus agreed, as he returned his Pokémon, "but I still got some ways to go before I can beat you. But, you're Champion, so what can I expect."

"I'm looking forward to next time!" Red called back as he left back through the Red side entryway.

"Me too!" Claus, doing the same through the Blue entry way.

CHAMPION'S BOX

JOHTO/KANTO TABLE

"It seems that trainer knows the Champion," Lance commented as they cleared the field for the next round, the Casus Elite, Karen, against the Unova Champion, Alder. "On a personal level at least."

"What are you thinking?" Koga inquired.

"He may be able to shed some light on his past, or at very least give us some more information on the Champion himself." Lance explained, while Lorelei raised a brow.

"There's no guarantee that he will say anything though. If they are friends, then it would make sense that he would cover for him." Agatha nodding in agreement.

"True," Lance relented, "But the G-men have officially opened an investigation into the Casus Champion and Elite." He revealed.

"Is this over the poaching claims from Oak?" Bruno asked, to which Lance nodded.

"Yes, and while I agreed to try and understand him more before I make a judgement, the fact that two legendries of such renown were in his possession, along with the word of a trusted public member, an investigation had been opened, but no official charges have been drawn up. I can ask this Claus for information about the Champion, and if they are friends he will most likely want to help him."

"Well then, you might want to go and find him now, you'll be up to battle next." Koga commented. Lance looked confused.

"Pryce and Ramos from Kalos are next. My battle is after theirs." Koga nodded to the field below.

"And now they're up." Below on the field, Alder had already been defeated by the Casus Elite, and the field being cleared. The rest blinked.

"That was fast." Agatha commented.

CASUS TABLE

"Wow." Alice blinked in surprise. "That went quicker than expected."

"How did that man ever become a Champion?" Allen muttered, in shock of how easily the battle was won.

"I hear that Unovans aren't as battle oriented as most other regions." Danny commented, brushing his Eevee's fur in his lap. "A lot more people prefer to become artists of some kind or do business. Even some of their Gym leaders have a second job that takes up their spare time from the lack of trainers. Kind of like ours." It was then that Red returned, with a fully healed Pikachu in his hood, and sat down, Pikachu jumping to stand on the table.

"They finished already?" Alice nodded if confirmation.

"Wow."

"That's what I said!"

OUTSIDE COLOSSEUM

Claus Darkwood was leaving the tournament grounds, having already gone and healed his Pokémon. He had been defeated and, even though he could stay to see the other battles and cheer on his friends, he was no longer needed there, and would much prefer to train and get stronger for next time. That or talk to that cute barista a across the street. Yeah, that's what he'll do.

"Excuse me!" A voice yelled from behind him, "Claus Darkwood!" Turning to the vice, it turned out to be the Kanto/Johto Champion Lance.

"That's me." He replied, raising an eyebrow as to why the Champion was here. "You need something?" The champion smiled friendlily.

"Yes, I was hoping you'd answer a couple questions of mine." He answered. "You seemed familiar with the Champion, and we were hoping you could help with an investigation of ours, the G-men that it." Claus's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What kind of questions?" He asked, arms becoming crossed over his chest. Lanced raised his hand and made a calming motion.

"Oh, nothing to serious of course. We just want to know how you know him, and your impression of him, that's all." Claus's eyes narrowed even further.

"What exactly is this investigation about?" Lance chuckled as if the situation was funny.

"Oh, its just a claim that he poached a Pokémon," Claus's face went from suspicious to confused, "You see, every Champion goes through one at some point in their career. It's usually just some challenger that was petty about a defeat, but still, we must investigate." He explained, seeing the confusion. Claus snorted.

"Yeah, the day Red poaches is the day I make out with a Gardevoir." He shook his head at the impossibility. "Sure, so what questions you got- "He was cut off when a loud explosion followed by cheers erupted from the Colosseum.

"Well, I'm up next and it seems that I should be going.' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white card. On one side was black phone number and on the other side a short series of numbers and letters. "Call this number later and tell them the code. Its proof that I was the one to give it to you. They'll connect you to me and we'll be able to talk then." He gave the card to Clause, who shoved it in his pocket. "Thank you for your co-operation. Hopefully with your help we can shut this case as soon as possible." With that he walked briskly back to the Colosseum, leaving Claus to himself.

What was he doing before?... Oh yeah! That Barista.

VICTORIA CITY

POKE-GUARD HQ

Adrastea Torra loved her work. She loved it when she was a bright-eyes naïve Trainee in the Academy, and she loved it even now. Though she might not be able to do field work at the age of 76, she still saw to it that this organization did what it was supposed to and do it right. She currently sits in her office chair turned to face the backwall, which consists entirely of a window. It's through her reflection she offhandedly notes how hard the years have been. Her once smooth unblemished mocha skin has wrinkled, and pitch-black hair has turn white. Her body, though would not be declared pudgy by any mean, is no longer the young twig of a girl she once was. She has her hair in a Boufant style. Pearl earrings adorning her ears and matching pearl necklace. A dark blue two-piece pants suit over a yellow blouse, and black nursing shoes.

Past he reflection laid Victoria City and its majesty. A sprawling metropolis as far as the eye could see, and from her view in the Poke-guard HQ, even farther, especially on such a clear day. The HQ was the tallest man-made structure in Casus and laid in the center of the city. Her office was at the top floor, the only thing above was the Heli-pad on the roof. This was one of her favorite parts of the job, being able to have this view.

"Master Torra?" A voice asked from behind her, and from the reflection again, she saw her secretary, Gerald Hardcastle. Short black hair, green eyes, a suit like her own, obviously one intended for a male, though a few shades lighter. He was a bit on the young side compared to her previous one, at 31 years, but still did a fine job none the less. Needed to work on his confidence though, especially if he wanted to ask out that crush of his in financial.

"Yes?" She turned her sight back to the view. She should really bring the grandkids up here again before she retires. They always love that.

"It's the head of the International Police. He's quite insistent he speak with you." Oh, goody, pissing of some pompous wind bag from the IF. The head no less. That always fun, another favorite of the job.

"Oh, very well, what line?" She asked turning back to her desk. The desk, like the rest of the office was more contemporary and minimalist in design, especially compared to her predecessor. That man was a hoarder if she ever met one. Her desk was black with silver supports, and on each side of her seat three drawer, the top two smaller than the bottom, and a front board concealing her bottom half. On the left of the desk top, her computer and intercom, and the right a lamp, phone and a family picture. In front of the desk two black chair, all on the white carpeting. Behind the chairs, making up the center of the room, a long rectangular black table, and a black three-person sofa on the right and left.

The far wall was bare of anything and painted white. The left wall painted black had two pictures hung on it. The first was of her in an outfit like hers now, though younger by years, in her 40s in front of a grey background. The next one her predecessor, a tall, white, black haired, blue eyes man in a black and white suit in front of a red background. The right wall was bare of anything other than its black paint.

"A-actuelly mam," Gerald stuttered, see, work on his confidence, "He's here, outside the door."

Instead of surprise or worry of the event, her thoughts were, "I didn't know the freight elevator reached up her, or that it could handle that much fat.", which she freely voiced to the now wide-eyed intern.

"S-should I-I send him in?" Gerald stuttered out, unsure if he should comment on her thoughts. She should really have a talk to him about that. Though for now she waved him out.

"Sure, send the wind-bag in. Let's get this over with." She wasn't really looking forward to seeing the man, pissing him off, though the way his face always turned red sure was a treat.

As she leaned back on her chair, she looked at the Director and how little he had changed since the last time they had met. The lard of a man looked like a Walrein in a black suit, though he kept the Sealeo mustache and none of the hair, carrying a brown leather brief case.

"Ah, Director Malory, what a… well, displeasure seems a bit weak, but fitting for the moment." She smiled, though a three-year-old could see how condescending it was. 'One sentence and he's already pink.'

"Cut the Tauros crap, Torra. We've found one of your men operating an illegal investigation. We found one Silas Jones in a restricted area with equipment that has been outlawed for public use!" He accused. There must be something else going on. Usually when one of her Agents were found, though the happenings were rare, he usually ranted at her for an hour over the phone, though she mutes him for most of it, before she goes through the whole spiel she was about to go through.

She tapped a finger on her chin and looked off as though in thought before typing on her computer and bringing up 'Jones, Silas' 's file.

"Ah, here we are. It seems mister Jones left our organization early last year." Left meaning undercover illegal activities that the Poke-guard can't be seen doing. All the paper work says they quit for legal reasons and are to only be referred to as leaving to those in the agency and as quitting for if they truly quit. "As you know, we are not responsible for the actions for our people once they have decided to leave our organization. Though we'll be taking over custody of mister Jones to protect all private knowledge he may be in possession of." She smiled that taunting smile and he glared and reddened like he was about to explode but held his tongue. What ever was going on must really be important then.

"Despite your Agents illegal actions," stressing the word as if to threaten her, though he really couldn't do anything, "We were able use his collected data to link together a series of crimes that were previously thought to be isolated events." He reached into he case dropped four files on his desk, some thicker than others.

One detailing an attack on a Kalos gym while a public attraction was stolen, one the disappearance of a Darkrai and disk belonging to a bell tower of sorts, and the disappearance of a man and his wife. The final was Jones's theory and proof of the events linking. Years of file reading aloud Torra to pick out the major details of each file quickly, and with each one, her good mood dampened. What really gather, was a partially intercepted transmission between an unknown craft in Hoenn and an unknown location in Casus.

"I'll need to speak with the agent that captured Jones and any evidence taken from the scene." She went straight to business and took control of the case. There was only one reason he would even want her to glimpse one of his cases, much less have their files. "I'll have my Reps talk with the league and your end to iron out the legalities of it all. A joint council between the League, G-men, IF, and Poke-guard will need to be put into place. Planned attacks like these aren't done on the same day in different regions by pure happenstance. We'll need to be coordinated if we are to compete with a global entity like I suspect this one is. Keep this on a need to know on your end. Who know where they have eyes and ears." She didn't say any good-byes, but he could tell they were through, and left to do as told, though he would never admit to doing so without outing up a fight. She meanwhile looked through the files one last time, before calling Gerald back in and handing them to him.

"Give these to Director Duna and tell her that it's a priority Alpha. Schedule our meeting for tomorrow, 8 A.M. Afterward, I'll need to speak with both Sage Arin and Elder Harrison about the same matter. Contact the legal department and have them iron out the details of a joint operation with the IF, G-men, and league. That needs done ASAP, and contact Sr. Rep Cardinal about the possibility of a public statement if this becomes public." For all his insecurities, Gerald was good at his job and could even keep up with her and her pace.

"Will that be all ma'am?"

"One last thing. Grow a pair and ask that girl out for Arceus's sake!" At least she was able to make him turn red today.

Yeah, it's been a while. I'll try to be better, but no promises. If you like the battles tell me, if not, tell me what you think I could do to make them better, and if there are any grammar mistakes if you notice any.

Also, tell me what you think the Evil teams plan is if you can or any theories.