Description
A lot of things have happened in eight years. Technology changed, cities flourished, and children started their journeys. As peaceful as anyone would like it to be, it wasn't perfect. There was still theft of Pokemon and items, and other crime in general. Our world can never be perfect, but thank Arceus that its as lovely as it is. As a young adult, like most people, I made some bad decisions. I did some foolish things, hurt some people, broke some laws. I don't regret it though. I traveled the world, met some interesting people, and done things you would't even believe. And that was all because at the age of 18, I became a member of the infamous crime group, Team Rocket.
Ever since then, I've tried my hardest to distance myself from the group. Getting out to TR is quite a hard thing, and even now, it still feels like their presence looms over me. So many professionals today, Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Pokemon Center owners, etc.; were former Team Rocker members. Although they hide the fact that they were those kind of people, it shows through, emotionally and physically. All members have a 'R' tattooed on their body; some people decided to get done on more noticeable parts of their body such as arms or chest/neck area. Others are hard to find. But they're there.
Anyways, I remember the early days. I joined back when there was only about 30 and Giovanni. We had a little building in Celadon, a lab on the Cinnabar Island, soon we had our little hideouts in all the regions. I had my Hypno and Dratini by my side, and I was loving life. Many of the grunts that were part of the group when it was just starting to grow eventually became Executives and other higher ups, such as Lab Techs. and Experiment Coordinators. I worked in many different areas being in an Executive position, but one of the places I remember vividly was the lab on Cinnabar. There was so many experiments done on Pokemon there. I helped conduct a few; 'How could we make a Pokemon a different colour?', 'How could we create a bacteria that would raise a Pokemons abilities for the amount of time the bacteria is in its system?'. That's how the shiny Pokemon and PKRS came to be. We'd release the genetically mutated Pokemon with the colour change and the virus in the wild, and it slowly changed the world.
But in our first few years of official formation, a child, a young, stupid child, ruined our plans. He crushed us. All the work, the dreams, the tears and the time and the fear. All were washed away by a child's will to 'right a wrong'; but was what we were doing necessarily wrong? Either way, after much humiliation by the child Red, the great Giovanni went missing. Obviously we couldn't call anyone for help, he was a wanted criminal for Arceuses sake. So we hunted. Everyone tried to hard to find him, we sent out people upon people, searching every inch of every region. Until one day we received a letter from that wanted man.
i will return.
And those three words were the whole reason for the second coming of Team Rocket three years later, mostly taking place in the region of Johto. It was mostly run by Executives and former Scientists that didn't die in the fire at the Cinnabar Lab. Everyone tried to find him, we even took over the Goldenrod Radio Tower to try to impress him to come back. It didn't work. In the end, we were ruined again, but without humiliation of the 'Red' days. After that, most of us went our separate ways, or at least tried. That's when I left. But some of the Executives and grunts took the mission too seriously to let two giant failures stop them. So they continued. Out of the ten Executives, only six stayed. I was one of the four who left. I haven't seen any of them in years, except one of the ones who had left. She had become a mother, and opened a Pokemon Daycare, in an attempt to right her wrongs from the past. But other than that, no contact. But I know that they're brewing up something new. I have some connections still, but I try to stay far away. But it worried me that my past will haunt me.
Team Rocket is everywhere you look now'a days. That broadcaster at the radio station? They could have been a former grunt. Maybe the man working in the back of a PKMN Center was a scientist who preformed experiments. You'll want to know, but you never will. As for me, I've moved from Kanto to Unova, back to Kanto, and finally to Hoenn, have a steady job as a clerk at a PKMart, and I'm finally starting to breathe easier.. But in the end, it's harder to get out than to get in.