Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop

Prologue: Everything Ship-shape

Interior. A conspicuously bland meeting room, its unimpressive size magnified by the table taking up most of the space inside it. A constant presence tickling your vertigo, along with the porthole in the wall, puts us on a decent-sized boat. Somewhere in the North-East Columbic, although you wouldn't have an exact fix on the location.

A half-dozen assorted miscreants lean against walls, sit, or perhaps slouch at the table. A few might look to the seventh in the room, or follow his wordlessly irked gaze to the single door across from him. He doesn't seem all that tense, though it seems his little companion's alert enough for the both of them.

A tentative knocking, and the creature's mouthful of teeth glow a disconcerting purple. It proves somewhat especially disconcerting considering the teeth are in the... whatever the hell the black thing is growing out of its head, but it snaps its jaws shut at a growl from its master.

"You're late."

The sixth intern mutters an apology, and slinks into the nearest seat.

"Right. Well, congratulations to you six. I'm Gerald. You lot can make your introductions later, I'm just here to brief you. This," he continues in his quiet grumble as he pulls a map out of his suitcase, "is where you recruits'll be working."



"Seeing as you're all new to the organisation, here's the guts of it. Our syndicate's been traditionally based in the Johto-Kanto regions, but we've been looking to expand overseas. The Aroa region's no global powerhouse, but it's not a complete shithole either. They've got a famous university in Talasarch - that's over the hill from Port Charm, where you'll be docking - but that's worthless to us beyond headhunting for graduates. We're mostly interested in everything on Rosten's side of the Notables, but we don't really know shit about the region beyond Talasarch University and the Stone mines south of Rosten. That's for you recruits to find out, and report back to us."

"The region's got its own League, along with an Elite somewhere the fuck on Shark Island. This whole region's got an ass-backwards way of getting around, too, so other than a giant bridge between Falchion and Meridion you'll need a boat if you want to travel down there."

"I work out Port Charm most of the time, trying to make sure recruits like you lot are doing your job right. I suppose if you've got any questions, I'll answer them if they're not stupid."

As an afterthought, he pulls out a Pokeball, and tosses it to a guy who looks way too relaxed about signing up to a life of crime.

"Oh, right. This is Nada. He's your team Grunt. I've had to warn some paranoid idiots before about this, so he is not a mole or a snitch or out to kill your chances at some promotion you think you're already entitled to. He can do what I assume you bookworms especially are rubbish at, like hold his own in an actual fight. Got it?"

The Rocket liaison glares at the rest of you, clearly keen to get some sleep before he's got to smuggle you all off the ferry in the dead of night. Wouldn't want customs sending you packing right on Aroa's shores, now, would we?

"If there's anything else you want to know, quit standing around like hooked Magikarps'n ask me."

Show Content

SpoilerNow comes the opportunity to ask any questions you have about the setting. Bear in mind Gerald's not going to have much patience for a group meet-and-greet, so y'all can just save that for later.

Also the map comes later when I am not up to an indeterminate body part in exam revision.