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Team Rocket File 16542, Subject: Lucario342

Secret Security Clearance, Sensitive Matériel enclosed...

Page 5. 7th week of research, subject is weakening, a breakthrough is imminent the idea of using a team of Espeon and Flareon has brought subject to a more receptive state though the information gained still eludes us, the subject cooperates with us more willingly.

Page7. Subject's control over Aura is greater than that shown by Mewtwo, the fact that it manipulates the very substance of Aura for means of fashioning tools, to emulate speech, or in this individual to project images or illusions is fascinating, a full dissection of Lucario342 at termination of research may prove enlightening.

Page9 Another escape attempt by Lucario342, that it has nothing to escape to or a possibility of success is starting to sink in, I feel the despair in the subject as a delicious aroma, making me hungry for the feast of information to come....

I scan the Document above occasionally, I keep it not as a souvenir, but as a memorial to the others who were sacrificed to that place. Team Rocket "scientists" searched for the "secret" to my existence, even though I told them it was a sheer accident that created who I am today. Who I was was unimportant to them, the ability to re-create the accident was the goal. And probably the reason they didn't dissect me in the first week. How I came to be, I will write in this journal for posterity...

A normal life..from my first week, I learned the price of being out of the ordinary, a Yellow Riolu is indeed rare, though as is common knowledge, looking different does not lead to a change in abilities, just that you have nobody whom to share your experiences with, as your appearance brands you as different, and to have such in the home our kind has, was to invite humans to invade. Yeah, exile at a week old to a place known as a haven for fire monsters was to leave me for dead...but I hold no grudge against my kind, they well knew how I would draw the humans who collected such rarities as I was, a freak, and destined to always be alone, or so I thought..

I "met" my first human while I was hungry, injured, and exhausted, that he then attacked me with his Pidgey....well I wasn't in the shape for a fight anyway. That you can't "catch" a unconscious Riolu..well I didn't have anywhere special to be anyway. That my life was saved, I am grateful. I awoke inside a human-made building where the humans take the sick and injured from their battles with each other feeling better than I had...well ever. If this was the price of helping humans, to be free of hunger and injury, it made a bad situation seem somewhat better. I couldn't understand humans at that time, but when I followed my benefactor out the door later, I could understand the smile, a communication that transcends species and language.

We traveled to many places, and because the human (I learned his name was Devon) was both kind and I was curious, we learned each other's ways as well as one who can't speak the other's tongue can. I was learning to sense Aura energy at that time, and Helped my partner find (or avoid) opponents and resources. Only a Absol comes close to sensing the energy of others as one of my people can. Yes, psychic monsters can sense others, and even invade and manipulate their thoughts to their advantage. Rare is it a Psychic Monster that is not in control of its human to some extent, training it more than being trained in return (shudders). Aura is the energy that all living beings produce, you could say we can sense the soul of all living things. Not always the thoughts, or intentions, but the strength of will and potency of power within. At that time I could do little with that energy but notice it, but in time I grew more aware of it, not as noticeable as sight per se, but more like that ringing in your ear one can get at times. That Devon seemed entertained at first, was promising, that my abilities soon led to success in competition as well as full pockets (and full stomachs) meant that he took things a bit more seriously, and soon from a casual meeting (read assault by angry pidgey) grew true friendship.

I don't know when I realized there was latent Aura abilities in Devon, it just seemed to him that his guesses were as good as fact, and he was "lucky" all too often. I was learning human speech pretty well by that time, which was a good year into our journeys, Pidgy had become Pidgot and other monsters had changed physically as well. Me, I had fought and trained physically and mentally by that time, and while no pushover compared to who I once was, I was a literal pushover next to Pigeot. Devon, however didn't seem to care much, as we had always another battle, another quest, another rival to face . And after healing, always a nice meal (cooked by me at times!) and a game of chess, followed by meditation. The days of my exile were far behind me, and truly I barely remembered my beginnings at all. I was....Happy.

The day it all changed, I remember it well, we had just competed against the final four in the Sinnoh Region, and while we did well, we missed just that bit more to beat them. Devon had let the other Monsters out for a nice Lunch before continuing our training. It was a peaceful time, and while there were others around, I took a nap in the sunshine. Well, a rude awakening is called many things, getting trampled by Tauros is probably the worst I've experienced. Literally pain in places I didn't know I had nerves to reach. That Devon was in worse straights didn't please me much, to see Pigeot looking like a toasted feather mattress in front of a woman in black tights with a wicked looking electric monster nearby took no aura to see we were in trouble. I took a few hits, but was able to drag Devon off to the side. Of the others, Including Pigeot, I never knew of their fate. I concentrated on what I could change, which was me and Devon at present, and my rage and his desperation fueled the Aura within me, so that when a Tauros Came back to gore us, it was akin to me moving at twice their speed, I could see his intent, and read his moves before he could touch us. I could feel Devon pushing his Aura at me to use, and I wasn't in a position to refuse.

What happened next was...unexpected. Aura is literally raw lifeforce, and draining oneself after injury can be fatal, but I believe that combat, and the relief of victory led to my change from Riolu form to that of Lucario...while contaminated with foreign Aura. That change felt like nothing I had experienced, like a bird taking flight, it was what I was supposed to be, yet not so, as I became something different altogether. I knew who I was, yet I also had memories of School, of Mother making me broth when I was sick, of meeting a Yellow Riolu and thinking it a lucky break indeed! I looked back for Devon, to my friend, but only his clothes remained. That and his soul, which joined mine for eternity.

Yes, that Tauros and my Change to Lucario hadn't escaped the notice of the Woman who had ambushed us, that I was still reeling from the loss/gain/change didn't change the fact that I was a rare yellow Lucario, and was a thing to be collected...and worse to come. I never felt the attack that hit me, I awoke in a laboratory (team rocket is bad, I "remembered" unhelpfully) with a older human and a bug/eleteric monster which he used to keep me unable to move. Paralysis is unhelpful, but when used to examine medically a resistant patient, can be useful, for SOME reason (I could feel the irritation) I had not taken to serving team rocket by promptly being mind washed, and serving my enemies like a newly born (hatched?) child. That could NOT do (though my inner voice cheered) and I had to be broken or destroyed, as if the secret to undoing the "method" could be obtained, then they would know defeat by the army they themselves used.

Funny thing about torture, the experience don't end when the pain does, you fear the return of the pain till the fear becomes greater than the pain itself, but I wasn't ready to give in quite yet, and as a full user of Aura(user and a half my mind said) I wasn't helpless no matter what my body's condition was. First thing was to form a Aura sphere..yesss, then to burn my ropes....yesss ohh!! the circulation returning to one's limbs, I wasn't prepared for that to hurt so, and the bark of startlement gave my attempts to the wind...Did I mention I really don't like being captured...but yet there I was, once again, trussed up like a Farfetch'd dinner to be..(how did I know what that was...my joined soul chuckles at me in response) chains this time instead of ropes, and for the first time, direct questioning. Followed by more pain, then rest...Wash Rinse, Repeat.

In that time I learned to "speak" in the Human language, which in itself a odd thing to say as I had the full memories of a 20 year old trainer floating around in my head, yet as all of my kind, human speech is physically impossible. But Aura manipulation...that we excel at, and like a voice creates sound through vibration, any user of Aura can too by vibrating a ball of energy at the right pitch. I didn't even really have to learn, once the concept took hold in my mind, it became as if natural. One moment I couldn't speak, the next I asked for water like I had spoke my whole life (more mental chuckling) more experimentation with concepts led to Aura lock-picking, Aura EMP (effective against electronics, like say specialized restraints) and last but not least using Aura to attack my tormentors directly through Images and Mirages. Really it took me awhile to grasp the true implication of this, as I spent my time focused on my imprisonment.

The aggravation I had with myself when the thought of simply calling for help occurred...well really if someone just dropped a phone in a room wouldn't you use it? Especially if you needed it...really badly? Yes, I could use Aura to "talk", and create mirage to give myself the illusion of freedom, but it took weeks for the memory of meeting Champion Cynthia (and getting my butt handed to me) to connect with Aura projection. Does it sound un-heroic to say I merely informed on my location? No, I had to first find my location through Aura vision, then sync that with my Human memories of "Map" then find Cynthia's soul and project at a huge distance a cry for help...yes very UN-heroic indeed for those who were expecting me to single handedly defeat team rocket. No, I wasn't in shape to do that however with a nasty duo of fire and Psychic monster types guarding me and invading my very thoughts...good thing I was of two minds (mental chuckling) at the time. Psychic types are very smug, and while powerful, they tend to be a bit dense, especially if mind wiped slaves. So a nice bout of singing to myself and I was in business!

Knowing help is coming, and still being prisoner knowing it is a moment's decision for your enemy for death to occur was almost more than I could bear as the next round of questioning commenced, by this time they had figured out that a human had been interposed with my soul so to speak, and were working on repeating the process using some arcane technology and a lot of luck to repeat my "accident" to create a monster who had the "killer instinct" natural to the human species with "Lethal Power" that pokemon possessed. Who knows, if they hadn't been stopped, they might have been successful. Eventually. That the study was...interrupted is a blessing for man and beast alike.

So I became free to be....Me, whatever I am, whoever I am. "Mother"...she was both saddened, and surprised. Took awhile for acceptance to sink in that she had a Non-Human child in the family currently. I soon felt for the first time acceptance in a group of "peers" who cared for me as if I had been born there (mental shrug) as for what came next, I was still not human, even if I could project the illusion of a human body and make it seem that I had a trainer if unaccompanied by my family, and as such as I was, I would not be a burden on those whom I cared about. Also recovering from my very physical wounds took time as well, trips to the Pokemon Center led to the realization that few of the medical staff had a way to actually speak to the patients, they were operating blind so to speak medically. Having a "interpreter" who could both speak to patient and caregiver alike was a very nice thing indeed, and word got out soon among the trainers that I was not to be bothered, which was a great relief.

My first offer for "employment" came from the center where I had been treated. Few outside of my Human Family knew the whole story about why I seemed to be more than a funny colored monster who was a pet of sorts in the area. But often enough my "trainer" (illusion) could intervene and disrupt any but the most dogged attempt to collect me. Being in a center where no battles were able to be fought was a nice way for me to avoid un-pleasantness. But Mine is a soul (plural?) who wasn't meant to be captive forever, and even before things changed, I had enjoyed the road and adventures associated with travel. So when the Pokemon Rangers came to follow up on a "rumor", it was the perfect marriage of opportunity, ability and circumstance. That I get paid 1 and ½ times over normal wage for "Special Circumstance" was the clincher, as my human sister was a Ranger and had already spilled the beans as it were. So here I am, helping keep peace between Humanity's drive to control, and the wild monsters of the world, who wish to remain so, thank you very much! If we meet up someday, feel free to bribe me with a cookie, and I'll be happy to share some of my adventures. Till then, I'll keep the peace, and help those in need as best as I can! Cheerio!