The Wilds 10

Trying and failing to get his Pokedex to work, Magnus had to restart the device to get rid of the empty white screen.

"Fuck me man" Magnus sighed with no small ammount of exasperation, "This is way above my paygrade."

The Tao Trio? Kyurem? Just that part is enough to send Unova for a spin. Everyone and their grandmas know about Reshiram and Zekrom, the two legendary dragons of Unova, and they know the story behind the pair.

Two brothers, who don't know the word 'Compromise' ended up causing the original dragon to split into two separate entities, that each represented truth and ideals respectively.

Now thought, Magnus knows there is a possible third part of the original dragon - Kyurem. If the moniker 'The Husk' is anything to go by, Magnus would bet on Kyurem being made from whatever was left over from the creation of Reshiram and Zerkrom.

He wasn't really sure what half the sciencey stuff meant, but he gleaned that Team Plasma were trying to fuse the DNA of all three pokemon to create the Original Dragon once again. As well as some tool to help them with that endeavour, DNA Splicers?

While his pokedex was rebooting, Magnus pulled out his notebook and began to jot down everything he saw in 'Project Kyurem' before the file terminated itself.

Once he finished that he planned to get the hell out of this cave and send an SOS signal to the nearby city, hopefully some police would get here and take the Team Plasma grunts off his hands.

Phone Drayden as well, the stuff he found out was crazy, and if there was anyone he could trust with it, it was him. Professor Juniper is more of a pure researcher and isn't much of a battler, Magnus didn't know if he should tell her about Team Plasma, so he stuck with the safer option of Drayden.

Now all they had to do was leave, each pokemon - bar Feebas - grabbed onto the rope and began to pull the delirious trio down the tunnel. Since Feebas wasn't pulling she was in charge of leaving marks behind them so they never lost the route to the plasma machinery.

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It was a gruelling trip to the surface, by the time they had found the exit the sun had already broken the horizon, bringing the early morning along with it.

Corvisquire was up in the sky, acting as a look out for any incoming people, Magnus wanted to have an early warning if anymore Team Plasma members came. As well as be notified when the rescue team arrives.

Currently he and the rest of his pokemon were waiting in the cusp of the cave, watching the three grunts they captured. They were all still unconscious, whenever they started to wake up Feebas would use Hypnosis to keep them under.

The contents of Project Kyurem keep running through his mind. The significance of it was just that great, and to think he had only read a small portion of a single entry. He was unable to fathom just how much he didn't know about his home region.

A criminal organisation silently growing in the shadows, a new legendary pokemon that was hinted to be part of the original dragon. Any of the two would make the public go wild if they found out, never mind both.

Making up his mind he decided to call Drayden.

Pulling out his X-transceiver, he scrolled through his contacts until he found Draydens number. Clicking the picture of an old man with a questionable choice of beard, the transceiver began to ring.

It was still early in the morning, 6:18 to be exact so there was a chance the gym leader would still be sleeping, Magnus wouldn't blame him for it either, he wouldn't want to be called up so early.

Thankfully after the fourth round of rings, Draydens icon expanded to fit the entire screen before changing into an image of an upper-class suite and a serious looking gym leader, who was wearing blue striped pyjamas and a matching nightcap with a bobble on its end.

Any other time Magnus would've started laughing at how out of place they looked on the constantly well dressed man, but that could wait… for now.

Staring at him through the video call, Drayden spoke somewhat tiredly, "I wasn't expecting a call from one of my students. Not to mention at such an early hour. Magnus, what is it that you so desperately need" Narrowing his eyes he said heavily "Might I add, at nearly an hour before my usual waking time."

Magnus just shrugged, he already knew how grumpy Drayden gets if woken up early. Not just that, when his pre-determined schedule is altered. Draydens the type of man that has his entire day meticulously planned out from the time he wakes, to the time he pisses. Deviance from that predetermined course, miffs him to say the least.

"Yeah, well this couldn't wait. While me and my pokemon were exploring the Wellspring Caves, we ran into Team Plasma" Magnus held off on saying anything to let it sink in.

Drayden never showed any surprise, no even the slightest smidget. He just faintly inclined his head and gestured for him to continue.

"The grunts from Plasma were nothing big, it was only a team of three, they never caused us any problems. It was what they were after" Magnus paused debating whether to tell Drayden the specifics over a call or in person, quickly he decided, "Plasma were up to something in the caves but had to abandon it. Whoever was in charge ordered the grunts to retrieve something before destroying the rest, after taking them down. I found what they wanted"

Now looking thoroughly invested, Drayden stroked his beard and asked "Is that so? Are you going to tell me what it is or keep me waiting?"

Feeling more at ease from telling someone else about Team Plasma, even if it wasn't the entire story, Magnus replied, "I think it would be better if I told you in person. Can you get to Nacrene city?"

Slowly nodding, Drayen took out a book from one of the drawers in his desk and began to look through it, took his time with it as well, which irked Magnus to no ends. Eventually he casually answered "I can be there at ten o'clock. Does that suit"

Magnus nodded "Yeah that suits, it'll take me a bit to get there anyway" Even though he'd prefer earlier, Drayden has an entire city to run, and school full of brats. With all that on his plate, disappearing halfway across the region isn't as easy as he'd like it to be.

Before Magnus could end the call, his ex-teacher said "In the meantime, I'll contact my colleague in Nacrene. She'll handle the situation with Team Plasma." Snapping his book shut he inquired "Those grunts you spoke of, have you apprehended them?"

Instead of answering Magnus flipped the camera and showed Drayden the image of the goons passed out against the rocky walls with rope tied around them.

"Splendid job Magnus, I'll be sure to tell her about the captives" he said, Magnus couldn't be sure if he was happy or not. It's hard to decipher how someone's feeling when half their face is covered in thick hair.

"Stay safe" With that Drayden swiftly ended the call.

Say, so much for a caring teacher, dick never even asked him how he was. Normally he's quite cordial during their conversations, maybe it was because he was woke up early… or maybe because Magnus hadn't called in a few months.

Either way, "He knows something" Magnus sighed, as he continued to wait for the damn slow acting rescue team.