2 What Rocket Left Behind.

The Pokeball literally shook 17,000 times as Drake and Professor Birch walked over towards it.

"Uhm… do you think we got it yet…"

He looked over at the professor who was scratching his head.. "You know, its on days like these you should eat, and reflect on life! Aren't you happy your going to be an Avenger?"

Drake nodded his head before he plopped down onto the floor.

"I'm glad and all, but why do we even call it the Avengers? What am I supposed to be Avenging? My mom, my dad, my grandma, or is it the 300 million people that have been slaughtered?"

"Kid, you're getting too serious. If you stay serious, you won't be able to enjoy your fried magikarp."

They had started eating because it took so long for the Nine tail monster to decide if it would be caught or not. It was literally three hours ago that the process started.

There was literally an entire army of pokemon behind them as they ate.

There was a Charizard, a Dragonite, and a pack of Kuldo just incase this pokemon got out. Yet, they weren't too worried. This was after all a master ball.

"Well, you're avoiding the topic! Tell me why it's called the avengers…"

The professor laughed before he pointed over at a picture of a racoon, or at least, it looked like a racoon.

"We once caught something from this planet called earth that was a completely useless pokemon. However, it could talk and was exceptionally good at stealing and building things. Do you know what this pokemon liked to be called?"

"…."

He waited a second tapping his finger to his nose. "Uhm, was it like Rocket or something?"

"Yes, very good!" The Professor clapped. "He's the entire reason we even stand a smidgeon of a chance. If it wasn't for rocket, we'd probably be all dead right now. Just like your poor parents who saved you. God bless their souls."

All the legendary pokemon that had once helped structure the earth were now at the front lines trying to hold off any incoming invaders.

The once proud Lugia was now surrounded by Zapdos, Moltres, and even Metwo as they fought off the foreign invaders. It was one of the reasons this poke-earth hadn't been completely destroyed yet. However, it was pretty much doomed unless the technology got better.

The professor continued, "He's also the reason why you're going to be able to gain absolute ice. After all, if it wasn't what was in that rabbit head of his, we would've never been able to genetically enhance pokemon masters into fighters… I mean, we even are working on a body suit that can fly! Can you believe that Drake?"

Drake nodded his head and then resumed eating the magikarp. His favorite part was the fleshy body, and he sunk his teeth into it savoring the low level taste. A moment later though, the pokeball stopped shaking and a young boy was sent flying out of it.

The pokeball finally stopped moving.

[Ding! Congratulations, your first pokemon has been caught Drake. Would you like to nickname your Kyuubi or should it keep the name Kurama?"

"Keep the name."

However, everyone in the room at this time was confused about the boy in the orange jump suit that had just arrived.

"Uhm… what exactly happened, Professor," Claude said, "I thought it was impossible to transmigrate humans to this world… How—"

The professor shook his head before he pointed towards one of the guns rocket made on the wall.

"Kill him… If we don't kill him now he might want that beautiful pokemon back…"

Claude nodded his head before Drake jumped in front of the boy in the orange jump suit.

"Hmph, you can not kill him! We'll just have to give him his pokemon… I'll just trade it with him for what ever monster he gets when he summons his own."

Claude looked sad as he put the gun down after glancing at the colorless eyes on Professor Birches face. "Professor, you're really going to let this guy invade our planet? If I shoot him, their will be one less problem…"

The professor just glanced over at Claude before he motioned him to stand down. "If we kill humans, even if they are from other worlds, what exactly will happen to us? Will we become as bad as the Ultras trying to invade us? No, no, no! If we shoot this boy, we're just as bad if not worse than they are. At least, they don't kill their own kind."

Claude held up his hands before he put one of the machine guns up on the wall that Rocket had made fifty years ago.

Drake leaned over the boy with the orange hair and waited eagerly for him to wake up.

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