LOG 90: Black!

There they were, all ready to show the nationalism and patriotism they have for their region. Their glares were severe - a battle against the sovereign and those who think they are. The prisoners were cheering for them. Though Plasma forced they cheer for theirs, the people did not listen and abide by the oppression. They too stood united, fighting even with their weakest - may it be a Feebas or a Magikarp.

The grunts were about to charge when out of the blue, a shriek in the dark skies vibrated. Fire collided with earth, forming a line that separated Team Plasma from Unova.

"This is enough!" Reshiram and N made a dramatic entrance. The fierce white dragon stood by its self-proclaimed sovereigns.

Dawn, Logan, and I intervened. We were planning to do a dramatic entrance as well but screw it, we're flooded with dozens of questions. What's the gym leaders doing here? Why's everyone cheering? Is that Reshiram?

"Humph. You have come once more, haven't you, Miss Solar."

I was appalled he defended my identity.

Unova was shocked. They turned to me probably wondering why'd he address a latecomer rather than the champion or anybody else who was more famous than me. There gossips were around, questioning who I was and who Dawn and her Empoleon was.

"Indeed, I have!"

There were nothing but drums in my ear resonating the closer we got to N. I was ahead, Logan and Dawn were beside me, forming our own cool triangle.

Team Plasma laughed. I hushed them by extending out the Black Stone from my pocket. It shone in a vermillion hue that was waxing until it was scarlet, and then crimson. It was as though I was holding the sun in my grasps. I could feel the energy of Zekrom pushing in my veins.

Zekrom is a black, bipedal Pokémon resembling a dragon or dinosaur, with dark patches on various portions of its body. It has red sclerae, white irises, and black pupils, as well as a small horn-like protrusion on the tip of its snout. Its head sports a thundercloud-like crest tipped with light-blue coloration. There are six pairs of pointed teeth visible when its mouth is open, two in the upper jaw and four in the lower. At the base of its neck is a black, stud-like feature, and atop its shoulders are similar, larger features resembling armor padding. The bases of its wings also have such padding, and a fanned, splayed, seemingly webbed shape with a small "wing-spike" on one edge. The lower length of Zekrom's arms extenuate into splayed, seemingly webbed, somewhat baseball-mitt-like formations, with three-clawed, dark-colored hands on the undersides.

Zekrom's tail consists of large, round, conical and spiked formation, likened to an electricity generator, with a black inner portion and bands on the tip of the outside portion.

The mighty dragon first glanced at me, Logan, and Dawn. I wasn't sure if he was smirking due to his black lips, but by the way he nodded then turned his glance into a stare at Reshiram, I believe he was.

"What now?"

"Don't ask me," Dawn said.

"Do I ride on it?"

"Of course! It's like a horse. Don't worry, Zekrom won't drop you." Logan mixed his instructions with a tease.

"Well, I'll give you all my trust," I said to Zekrom. I inclined to his shoulder. This was going to be another epic battle in my life chapter, but there was of course...

"So? What happened to my chew toy?"

My speaker in my suit talked.

"Ma... Madam Boss."

"Luna, you summoned Zekrom?"

"Yes."

I believe she was smiling in her mother ship that was approaching us.

"You did it. You did it son a bitch."

"Oh..."

"You deserved that for calling my Meteonite a chew toy!"

"S-s-sorry."

"Tell that to me later. Incoming MOAB in ten minutes."

"You're not going here?"

"Of course not. I'm having my nails done. I just sent a MOAB for support." I heard her hysterical laughter before she pressed the decline button. "Team Plasma's rigged now!"

"Ten minutes... Okay... Okay..." I was in a bit of a panicking state, adjusting the timer on my Rotom Phone.

"Wanna survive? Get everyone out within nine minutes." I ordered Dawn and Logan.

"Why?"

"Long story short. If you wanna know, you gotta survive. So get either yourselves out, or everyone -that's optional- but I highly recommend that you save yourselves. You'd be an automatic champion, Logan, don't you want that?" I teased. "And leave those fools to me. It's up to your morality whether you're going to save Unova or not. I'm here to end Team Plasma not for the region, but of course, Team Rocket." I smirked.

"Got it." The two concurred.