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Remilia sighed contentedly as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm. She planted her hands on her hips, pleased with the handiwork of hanging her laundry to dry. It's such a beautiful day, with a gentle breeze, smelling like sea salt. It's such a great day to do laundry this morning! Normally, on days like this, Remilia would rather be writing stories instead of having to train her Pokemon to continue their top conditions. But, she decided that she would rather do her laundry today, enjoy the breeze… Those overeager Trainers ready to challenge her to take her title as Champion can wait a while longer.
Remilia plopped onto the cushion of the swinging egg chair*, sighing contentedly yet again. She can hardly believe it's been one year since she became Alola's first-ever Champion. A year after she went through the Island Challenge and passed. A year since her new girlfriend, Lillie, went to Kanto to help her mother Lusamine in some way.
Lillie would vidcall her every time she gets into a Pokèmon Center, the reasons ranging from showing off her new Pokèmon team member (especially if said team member had evolved however recently) to a new Gym Badge she had earned for beating the Leader. Remilia would always clap her hands and bounce in her seat excitedly, saying that she's so proud of her for going this far. She ended her latest vidcall saying that as soon as she heads back to Alola, maybe they can do a Pokemon battle to see how far she has gotten.
The pink-haired Pokèmon Trainer suddenly perked up on some strange warbling noise. She stood still, trying to pinpoint what that noise might be. Believing that it might be an Ultra Wormhole opening up, Remilia stood up from the egg chair and strode to the other side of the balcony, in the direction of Hau'oli City's beach. She knitted her brows together, bright blue eyes scanning the clear blue sky for any unusual shapes or thin thread-like lines, or warped skyscapes, anything that she can find in the distance.
The warbling sounds grew louder and just then Remilia caught sight of a white star-shaped ripple in the sky, expanding its width until it became an Ultra Wormhole. Remilia’s eyes widened almost drastically. Not wanting to wait to see what would emerge out of it, she rushed back indoors and into her bedroom to retrieve her Preventer jacket** and discard her spa slippers for her black combat boots. Putting the Z-Ring on her left wrist and making sure her Pokè Balls and her other Z-Crystals are tucked into their hidden pockets--specially sewn into her jacket--she took her Ride Pager and her Rotom Pokèdex, the latter of whom was sleeping, only to be jolted awake by its companion’s sudden grabbing.
“Bl-- Uh? What? What’zzz going on?” Rotom asked sleepily.
“There’s an Ultra Wormhole opening,” Remilia replied urgently as she stormed out of her bedroom and out the hallway. “Something’s gonna come out of it, I swear.”
Rotom suddenly freed itself from the Alolan Champion’s grip. “I can fly, you know! Zzzzt!” It nonetheless followed her outside, only to stop mere inches away from ramming into her shoulder from behind.
Remilia simply stood in place away from the wooden steps, dumbfounded. Out of the Ultra Wormhole had just came four brown giant robots--whom she thinks might be mobile suits*** from her Gundam pilot friends’ world--standing ankle-deep into the sea, just close to the beach front.
“Juzzt what izz that?” Rotom asked. “Doezzn’t look like they’re Ultra Beastszzt!”
Remilia shook her head almost fearfully. “They’re mobile suits.”
“How did they manage to get through an Ultra Wormhole, zzzt? Let alone actually find it?”
Remilia pushed the button for a Ride Flying-type Pokèmon and took its Pokè Ball out of its place to send out Flygon. “Maybe they might have gotten lost, who knows?” She wasted no time hopping onto it, and neither did Rotom by going up her pink sparkly yaoi tank top and nestled itself onto her bust’s fullest point. Remilia didn’t object to its position and ordered the Ride Flygon to go to the Hau’oli City beachfront. I want to think that these mobile suits might have gotten lost… she thought dreadingly. But there’s only four of them. If it was only one or two, it might not be a cause for worry, but with this many of them… I don’t know why, but this might be a bad sign.
Meanwhile, at the beachfront, a young woman with gold eyes appearing dressed up like a cat with a sailor collar and a bow stands perched on the shoulder of one of the large brown robots. “There’s gotta be some good Star Seeds around here!” she said smugly. “With a city as big as this, I’m sure we’re just gonna find one, even better if it’s two!”
“We still need to find some Psychic-type Pokèmon to take for Axis, though,” one of the pilots, dressed in a red and brown military uniform, informed the woman.
“I haven’t forgotten about what your faction does!” the woman snapped back. “ You just need to do what the faction you’re working for told you to do!”
“By holding our leader hostage?!” the other pilot said.
“You two just shut up and do your damn jobs!”
“Something’s coming!” a third one said to the group.
The cat-clad woman groaned in annoyance. “This better not be one of those Sailor losers or loser Cures or whatever.”
“Actually, it’s not,” said the second pilot.
“Oh?”
The Flygon landed on the wall separating the beach from the city. After Rotom removes itself from her shirt, Remilia quickly climbs off of it and summons it back into its Pokè Ball. As she looked at the four brown robots, she felt like she couldn’t move. They look so bulky compared to the Tauruses and the Gundams her new friends had; and they look more menacing and slightly horrifying compared to the Gundams themselves.
Just what the hell are they doing here? Remilia thought. They’re not gonna attack the city, are they?
Who in the world is this girl? the young woman thought as she stared down at her. She’s not a Sailor Soldier or a Cure. Just what is she doing here?
“Hey, you!” one of the pilots called out to Remilia, making her jump a little and snapping her out of her dread trance. “You’re a Pokèmon Trainer, aren’t you?”
Remilia wanted to speak back to him, but she couldn’t find her voice.
“You just got off of a Pokèmon, didn’t you?” he continued. “And you put it back into its little ball? You gotta be a Pokèmon Trainer.”
Fearing the worst, Remilia finally found her voice and steeled herself. “Why would you wanna know?! Just what are you doing here, anyway?”
“Come with us to Axis,” the second pilot said.
Remilia must be hearing things. “What?!”
“I said, come with us to Axis! You’re needed for a special job there!”
She put her fists on her hips. “I am not going with you guys!”
“You need to come with us,” said the fourth pilot
“No!” Remilia unzipped the hidden pocket in her jacket and dug around for a Heal Ball. As soon as she did, she zipped the pocket up and enlarged it. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave this place or my Pokèmon here are gonna deal so much damage to your mobile suits or whatever they might be called they’ll be disabled!”
“Pffft, what makes you think they will?” the first pilot taunted.
Without saying anything, Remilia sent out her Mismagius, Isabelle. “Use Thunder on one of them.”
Isabelle faithfully obeyed, bringing out her ghostly “arms” as the red gems on her “chest” began to glow. A large dark gray cloud appeared above one of the brown robots, and a thick, erratic bolt of yellow lightning struck it. The electrical sparks quickly enveloped the robot, its pilot screaming in pain, until at last, the yellow electric sparks quickly disappeared, along with the cloud; the robot collapsed into the water, its single amber eye camera quickly fading.
“My... God…” one of the pilots breathed, at a complete loss on what to say.
“Ohh, so you wanna play with us, then?” the black cat-clad woman sneered at Remilia, quickly shaking off her initial shock (no pun intended). “Well, let’s see how you fare with your Pokèmon creatures against these three Serpents with their gatlings!”
Remilia took a step back, summoning Isabelle back into her Heal Ball. Even if she brings out another Pokèmon, the odds are already in the Serpents’ and woman’s favor. She wanted to bring her Salazzle Shayde out to try to take them out with Acid Downpour, but she didn’t want to risk polluting the sea lest she would severely hurt the aquatic Pokèmon wildlife dwelling there. What is she going to do…?
“Remilia! Zzzzt!” Rotom shouted suddenly. “There’z another Ultra Wormhole opening up!”
“What?!” The pink-haired Pokèmon Trainer fixed her eyes to the sky. Another slit farther away from the Serpents is opening up, then widening into the wormhole.
“Another wormhole opening?!” the golden-eyed woman shouted in half-surprise, half exasperation. “This better be backup coming along!”
The woman was proven wrong, however, as a thin, dark and mysterious-looking winged robot emerged from the Ultra Wormhole. Remilia felt her breath get caught in her throat as she recognized the mobile suit it was carrying underneath its arm. That’s a Taurus, like the one Remilia had “piloted” before, but it’s white! What’s that robot doing with a Taurus? she wondered.
“Wh-What the hell is that thing?!” one Serpent pilot exclaimed.
“And it’s got a Sanc Kingdom Taurus, too!” said the other.
The cat-clad woman huffed. “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t need a Taurus or whatever, thanks! I’ve got my own set of powers that I don’t even need a mobile suit for!”
A silver-haired young man with silver eyes and wearing a full-body chrome and lightest blue jumpsuit with green patches, silver armor on the knees, shoulders and chest with a high collar splitting at the throat appears in all of the Serpent’s intercom monitors. “You’re right, it is not,” he spoke to her. “It’s for the girl in the green jacket over there.”
“Huh? Me?” Remilia spoke to it, confused.
The sleek robot turned its head down towards her. “You! Remilia!” It settled the Taurus into the sea, putting it into a kneeling position. “Get in there!”
“Who are you?” she asked him.
“I’ll explain later, just get in!”
Fully realizing she has no choice but to get into the Taurus, Remilia dug into her hidden pocket again and pulled out a Pokè Ball with a pink eye sticker near where the button is, and sent out her Butterfree, Nori. “Use Psychic to fly me to the cockpit, Nori. Rotom, you’re coming with me, too!”
“Sure thing, zzt!” Rotom saluted.
Nori fluttered behind her master and placed herself onto her back, burying her fangs into the nape of her Preventers jacket. Then her red eyes glowed electric blue and she enveloped Remilia in an electric blue aura--signaling that she’s using her psychokinesis--and lifts her up in the air to float her master towards the white Taurus as fast as she could, with Rotom following them. Fortunately, her master is just light enough to make the trip from the wall to the Taurus rather easy.
As soon as the three reached the cockpit, Nori dropped Remilia into the seat, and the latter summoned the former back into her Pokè Ball and put it back into her hidden pocket. Rotom followed suit into the cockpit, and it exited out of its Pokèdex body, the now empty device dropping into Remilia’s lap as she fastened the safety harness onto herself and adjusted it to fit her size, and inserted itself into the Taurus’s computer system, surging the giant machine to life and closing the cockpit hatch in the process.
The white Taurus’s single amber eye glowed intensely as Rotom eased it up into a standing position. Remilia’s heart could not settle down in her chest, feeling like she might faint if it pounded against her ribcage too hard, too fast. She swallowed in an effort to calm her erratic--almost excited--nerves. The last time she piloted a Taurus like this was when she was escaping from those two women at the hangar warehouse they were going to blow up in Heero and company’s world. This time around, she’s going to fight four Serpent mobile suits plus the cat-clad young woman along with that mysterious skinny robot. At the very least, it’s a far better alternative to having to fight against four mobile suits with her Pokèmon on her own, no matter her skill level.
“Good work,” the silver-haired young man said to her on the intercom. “I would suggest that you let Rotom do all the work since you’re not comfortable piloting a mobile suit just yet.”
“That’z exzzzactly what I waz gonna do!” Rotom boasted.
“We’ll sort out the details later,” said Remilia. “Right now, we just need to fight those Serpents in order to protect Hau’oli City.”
The golden-eyed woman crossed her arms haughtily. “Hmph. Even in a mobile suit, you can’t beat us!”
The young man in the thin winged robot smirked a little. “We’ll just see about that, Sailor Animate.”
“Sailor Animate?” Remilia repeated mentally. That’s what that woman is? She might be the one giving orders to those Serpent pilots, then…
At the cat-like Sailor Animate’s order, the remaining three Serpents aimed their gatlings at the skinny robot and the Taurus and began firing. The skinny robot and the Taurus (with Rotom’s control) quickly evaded those attacks by going in different directions; the robot going right with the Taurus going upwards. However, the Serpents’ gatlings followed their directions while firing at them.
“We gotta disable them somehow!” Remilia said distressfully.
“Follow my lead,” the silver-haired man replied.
The winged robot took out a fantasy-looking scythe with a jagged shimmering silver blade--almost akin to the Gundam Deathscythe Hell’s two scythes back when it was possessed by Necrozma’s soul****--and charged at the one Serpent, then slicing its head off, stunning the mobile suit. Taking his advice, Remilia told Rotom to take out its beam saber and attempt to do the same thing. Rotom manipulated the Taurus to take it out of its sheath unit and charged at the other Serpent and then sliced its arm that was holding the gatling off, making it drop into the shallow sea.
Remilia looked at the skinny robot, only to see that it had bisected the beheaded Serpent at the waist and was trying to destroy the other one. Worried that the Serpent’s pilot might be killed, Remilia pushed the joysticks forward, coming between the robot and the Serpent and having Rotom slice both the Serpent’s arms off, disabling it.
The thin robot took a couple steps back, its pilot startled and angry at the same time. “What are you doing?! You could have been cut in half!”
“I was going to ask you the same thing, minus the ‘cutting in half’ part,” Remilia retorted. “There really was no need to kill that Serpent pilot!”
“Yes, there was,” the silver-haired pilot argued back. “They were going to attack your hometown in search of Star Seeds and Psychic-type Pokèmon. It’s not worth letting them live.”
“Psychic-type Pokèmon I fully get, but what are these Star Seeds you’re talking about?”
“We can talk more about this after we finish this battle.”
“But…”
“Sailor Tin Nyanko, I think we’re better off cutting our losses at this point!” one of the remaining two Serpent pilots said in a panic.
“Ugh, fine!” the now-named Sailor Tin Nyanko pouted, obviously not pleased with the tables turned against her and her small Serpent team. “There probably aren’t any interesting Star Seeds to find in this place, anyway!”
She looked at the two robots. “Remember this, bozos! When next we meet, you’ll be the ones getting the last laugh!” She then raised both her fists upward, exposing her gold bracelets with a green and purple gem on each, and both of them glowed intensely and released two different-colored orbs of energy at the present slit. The impact of these orbs reopened the Ultra Wormhole, big enough for the two remaining Serpents to enter through. “Let’s go, boys.”
“We’re gonna be in for an earful from Sailor Galaxia…” the other pilot in the now-standing but disabled Serpent dreaded.
“Definitely,” said the able-bodied Serpent pilot.
The two Serpents and Sailor Tin Nyanko walked towards the glowing blue wormhole and disappeared in a flash of light, the portal closing completely hereafter.
Remilia’s chest never felt so tight after what had happened just now. Her hands tightened on the grips of the joysticks, her mind still processing what had just happened. At the very least, she’s glad that none of the Serpents ever attacked Hau’oli or the populace living there.
Finally, she forced herself to speak. “Okay, we… we beat them. Can you tell me who you are and what you’re doing here?”
The cockpit located on the top of the thin robot’s chest opened, and the silver-haired young man emerged. Rotom did the same with Taurus. Remilia had to shield herself from the sudden brightness of outside so her eyes could adjust. Then she unbuckled herself from the safety harness and stood up, albeit struggling to do so. With shaky legs--and trying to maintain her balance without falling off into the water--she walked towards the end of the cockpit to face the young man. The gentle breeze, despite the hot summer weather, made Remilia shiver. However much adrenaline she had had during her and the man’s fight with the Serpents and Sailor Animate left her cold, maybe a little light-headed. Still, she tried to balance herself and steeled her face so that she could look the mysterious young man in the eye despite the distance.
“My name is Cobray, Cobray Gordon,” the young man introduced himself. “I’m a Time Diver. This mecha I pilot is the Dis Astranagant.”
“R-Remilia,” the Alolan Champion struggled out of her mouth. It was getting a little harder for her to breathe. Was it the altitude? Or the post-stress of the recent battle?
“I already know who you are,” Cobray replied calmly. “You’re the first-ever Champion of the Alola region.”
“How do you know so much about me?”
“I told you before, I’m a Time Diver. I know almost everything about you.”
Remilia let out a long breath, deciding to get to her next question. “What are you doing here? What were those Serpents doing here? And that woman, Sailor Tin Nyanko… why is she with them?”
“To answer your last two questions, you’ve already heard, didn’t you? They’re gathering Star Seeds and Psychic-type Pokèmon.” Cobray paused. “To answer your first question, I was sent to retrieve you.”
Remilia raised her eyebrows. “Re...trieve me? F-for what?”
“All will be revealed, in time. For now, all I can say is that your expertise in the Ultra Wormholes and Ultra Space is quite vital to the mission ahead of you.”
“What sort of mission?”
“Simply put, to save the multiverse. I’ve also got five other people***** working alongside the same goal I have said to you, but I don’t believe you would meet them. Well, there is one you will meet eventually.”
Remilia didn’t know whether to feel relieved or more confused by the minute. No, more confused every time this Cobray guy opens his mouth. “Who is this one I will ‘meet eventually?’ Who are these other four?”
“You’ll know soon enough. For now, get Lunala, and we’ll go through the Ultra Wormhole together.”
Everything that Cobray had said just now, Remilia was finding even more difficult to swallow. She felt like she might asphyxiate from all this, whether she tries to swallow or refuses to. Being able to save Alola twice in her lifetime is one thing, but the entire multiverse? Already the thought of it was beginning to stress her out greatly. Added to the fact that Cobray, the man who calls himself a Time Diver… She might faint from the harsh pressure already projected onto her, if her head popping like a balloon from this stress overload doesn’t come first.
She finally found whatever breath she had in her mouth to speak. “C-Can I at least prepare first? Before I do that?”
Cobray narrowed his eyes and thinned his lips. “Make it quick.”
Somehow, Remilia hearing those words lifted some weight off of her shoulders and loosened her chest. Not a whole lot, but at least she can breathe a bit more easily. She said her thanks to Cobray and retrieved her Ride Pager from her Taurus’s cockpit (with Rotom emerging from its computer system and back into its Pokèdex body a second after) to summon her Ride Flygon, and fly all the way back to her house in Hau’oli’s outskirts.
**************At Remilia’s House*************
Remilia had forced herself to calm down in a quick and short amount of time so that she could gather some supplies for her “trip” with Cobray. She’s already got some Pokèmon grooming accessories, a Technical Machine case for her TMs, potions, heals, two types of Pokèmon food--one vegan and one all meat-flavored--and Pokè Beans for her team; for herself, she’s gathered her notebook to write down her fanfiction story ideas in plus her mechanical pencil and a small container of spare lead graphites, the pink tutu-, ballet slipper- and fairy wing-clad elephant plushie Heero had won for her a long time ago when she was at his world, a lot of menstrual pads, an extra pair of panties, three water bottles (two for herself, one for her Primarina, Brynja), deodorant, and some snacks for herself, including a small baggie of Goldeen***** crackers, a small bag of Clawncher chips,****** six Belue Berry protein bars and some Nanab Berry-flavored taffy. She also has her wallet and Trainer card with her. At the very least, if she and Cobray land in one dimension, she hopes that there are many with abundant food sources around if and when she gets hungry.
Checking over that she’s got all the food and supplies she needs for herself and her Pokèmon team, she zipped her white ruffled messenger bag closed and planted her hands on her hips. She still needs to do one more thing before going to the Pokèmon Center and getting Lunala.
“Juzzt how much longer are you gonna be?” Rotom asked her. “I’d rather not havvvvve Cobray waiting, you know, zzzt?”
Remilia looked at it. “Well, neither do I; I just need to do one more thing before I go.” She went to her mother’s room to look for a pad of sticky notes and a pen. As soon as she found the materials she needed, she went back to the dining area and scribbled down, “Mom, the Aether Foundation wants me for something very urgent that I can’t wait for you to come home to tell you. Don’t ask me about the details because it was very sudden and I don’t know what they want from me until they tell me when I arrive. They also said it’s top secret, so I can’t contact you, nor can you contact me. I know it’s hard, but that’s what they had told me. I’m hoping this won’t take long. --Love you lots; Remilia.”
With the note done, Remilia took the note off and stuck it to the edge of the wooden dining table. She then took the pad and pen back to her mother’s room and lifted her bag from the table and slung it onto her left shoulder, unfazed by the fact that it's a little heavier now because of the new supplies she's packed as she had gotten used to it during her journey through Alola last year.
“Let’s go.” She strode out the front door, with Rotom following suit. She summoned her Ride Flygon and went to the Pokèmon Center, accessing the PC as she went inside. Remilia clicked on the link for Pokè Pelago, where the Moone Pokèmon Lunala now resides in (she didn’t want to use Lunala in battle as Champion, as she believed it would create an unfair advantage against her opponents, so she dropped it off to Pokè Pelago where it would play with other people’s Pokèmon and battle against them). Remilia took out the Master Ball from her pocket and placed it onto the indentation next to the PC, and clicked “Retrieve from Pokè Pelago.” Instantaneously, Lunala was placed back into its Master Ball.
With this last task done, Remilia took the Master Ball, shrunk it back to its unused size, and exited out of the Pokèmon Center to ride the Flygon back to her Taurus, hoping that nobody was taking selfies with it and the Dis Astranagant, nor was the police being called to the beachfront.
Remilia landed into the still-open cockpit hatch and summoned the Flygon back into its Pokèride ball. Cobray’s head had perked up from her presence.
“You ready to go?” he asked her.
Remilia took in a shaky breath and let it out, assuring herself that she never forgot anything else back home for what she hopes is a relatively short journey through the Ultra Wormhole and Ultra Space. “Yes, I’m ready to go. I even got Nebby with me, like you told me to.”
The silver-haired Time Diver knitted his brows slightly. “‘Nebby?’”
“Oh, it’s a nickname that my girlfriend gave to Lunala. It sort of-- It sort of grew on me, so I started using it all the time for Lunala.”
Cobray hummed in thought and settled himself back into Dis Astranagant’s cockpit, the hatch closing after. Remilia took out her Master Ball and--praying that no one would make a bit of a spectacle of a Trainer like herself using a Legendary--sent out Lunala. Remilia was briefly taken aback by how different it looked in the daytime, with its indigo body becoming sheer against the blue sky, but she nevertheless asked it to open an Ultra Wormhole big enough for her Taurus and Cobray’s Dis Astranagant.
Lunala entered its Full Moon Phase, its red third eye appearing on its glass-like starry forehead. A ripple with a dot of light in the center appears, and six bright blue orbs of light appear encircling its form, before swirling towards its eye and emitting a torrential blast of bright blue energy at the ripple, creating an Ultra Wormhole. Using up as much power as it could, Lunala continued to fire its beam, making it bigger and bigger until finally, it stopped. The Moone Pokèmon gets out of its Full Moon Phase, exhausted. Remilia summons it back into its Master Ball, and settles herself into the pilot's seat, buckling herself in while Rotom leaves its Pokèdex body and into the Taurus’s computer system.
“Let’s go,” Cobray said on the intercom.
“Right,” replied Remilia. “Let’s not try to get separated from each other during the trip.”
The Time Diver nodded. “Understood.”
The two robots then walked towards the Ultra Wormhole, disappearing in a flash of white light. The wormhole closes itself hereafter.