Conversion [Private]

Galdr and I only!


Deep underground beneath the whimsical Celadon City, there lies a secret facility that acts as the headquarters for the notorius organization known only as Team Rocket. Infamous for their cruelty to Pokemon and trainers, their reputation has made them a feared yet secretive society. Specializing in the capture, theft, and trade of rare Pokemon, they are also responsible for several businesses ran to cover up their tracks.

"You summoned me, Master Giovanni?" A woman asked a man dressed in a black suit, a Persian sitting beside him as he pet it. "Yes," he responded, not even turning around. "I have an important assignment to be done. Please bring me Mrs. Virote."

The secretary bowed. "Yes sir." She said, returning to her desk and turning on the intercom. "Attention. Master Giovanni has requested the presense of Inga Virote. Inga Virote, please report to the Boss's office."

A blonde, teenaged young lady just about starting into adulthood in one more year, overheard the intercom call of request into their Boss's quarters. She had been tending to new recruits this shift, and such, the Rocket leader's room was on the fourth floor of the underground, basement headquarters. Inga looked at a commanding grunt, telling him to overshadow the trainees in her stead while she was ordered to meet their boss.

Inga was wearing a black, two piece Rocket uniform, the modeled kind for Executives only, as Rocket Admins wore white. The insignia of the red R embroided upon the shirt's top was present, being in the center, elbow-length sleeves, and her curvaceous stomach visible. She wore a black miniskirt, black, knee high socks, matching boots, and long, slender white gloves upon her arms. Her unnaturally long, Rapunzel hair was kept in a ponytail under her black, poofy-like hat.

She traversed the hallways, bypassing working assistants, researchers, and fellow grunts who simply saluted to her as she walked by silently. Along the way, she saw a familiar, seagreen haired man, wearing a similar outfit as her was leaning against the wall. "You'll need this." He said, handing her the Card Key. "Don't lose it." Inga took the card from him, continuing to the elevator. She slid the key into the slot, the elevator doors opening. She stepped inside, pressing the "B4" button, waited a minute and a half for it to travel to the ground floor, the doors opening again when it stopped. Two male Executive Rockets were guarding Giovanni's room; upon seeing the blonde, they moved aside to allow her through.

"Leader, you requested my presence?" said Inga in an emotionless like, Russian tone, saluting when entering the Rocket Boss's quarters.

Giovanni turned to face Inga when she entered, as did a young man who had his boots on the Boss's desk. The man had long, emerald green hair that reached past his shoulders, and matching eyes. He wore a simple pair of baggy, bootcut jeans and a black t-shirt underneath a brown coat. In his mouth was a cigarette, and his hand, a lighter.

"Yes Inga." Giovanni responded as the other man lit his cigarette. "I have an important mission for you." He then nodded toward the person sitting across from him, who blew a small cloud of smoke from his mouth. "This is Malcolm Rendall. He's the best poacher we've had in the past twenty years; he's been with us since he was 13."

Giovanni pressed a button on his desk, causing a projector to display the large image of what appeared to be a giant bird in a volcano. "This is Moltres, Legendary Bird of Fire." He continued. "Recently, a nest has been discovered deep within Mount Ember on the Sevii Islands. We have reason to believe that this nest belongs to Moltres. A massive Pokemon Egg was found with the nest, but before we could investigate, Moltres returned and dispersed our men."

The leader of Team Rocket then pointed to Malcolm, who seemed to be more-or-less tuning him out. "Your mission is to assist Rendall in investigating the nest and, if it really is a Moltres', to acquire the egg."

Inga removed her hand down as Giovanni acknowledged her presence. She didn't take her eyes off her leader, but took notice of the character sitting with his boots prompted up on the Rocket Boss's desk as if it were a couch. She paid him no mind-until Giovanni brought him into the equation. She remained perfectly still as the smoking guy with an unusual dress code and eccentric green hair was introduced as Malcolm Rendall. She had heard of this character a few passing times, namely because of the female Rocket grunts swooning over his existence in the dressing dorms, but hadn't met him personally.

So, he had been with Team Rocket since thirteen? Inga herself only walked into Team Rocket since she was a girl of four years, growing up in this organization from being abandoned by foster care.

Inga nodded in understanding, and saluted to the greenet poacher, who seemed unenthusiastic as he was clearly not paying attention. How could someone so great be so unattentive? She wondered silently to herself. She brushed the thought away, turning attention to the large, display screen if Mt. Ember around Sevii Island One. Giovanni explained the mission in full, the blonde having to assist this lazy smoker with proving the egg's existence, and retrieve it. Inga saluted to her boss once more. "Understood sir."

Malcolm glanced at Inga, eyebrow arched in amusement, when she saluted him. "At ease." He told her with a chuckle, tapping his cigarette over the ashtray on the table beside him.

Giovanni watched this interaction between the two with a small smile. "Very good." He said. "Malcolm will be providing transport for both of you. Dismissed." He then turned his chair around, Persian stretching in his lap.

Malcolm took his feet off of the Boss's desk, standing up and turning to leave. "Gotcha." He said casually. "See ya later, old man." He then opened the door, took a final drag of his cigarette, and snuffed it beneath his boot. "Inga, was it?" He asked her, sounding bored. "I'm heading out to the hanger. You just grab whatever you need, preferably a less obvious change of clothes, and meet me there."

With that, he turned to go to said destination. Giovanni's secretary looked at Inga. "Keep an eye on him, Virote." She said, glancing in the direction the man had gone. As he walked, he received the attention of several Rocket members, recognizing who he is. "Wonder what Giovanni's sending him after this time?" Mused a man. The girl he was speaking to shrugged. "Dunno. I heard that he captured a Shiny Rhyperior two months ago, just using that Seviper of his." She replied, seemingly imagining the scene.

The teenager remained saluted even after Giovanni dismissed them and turned in his chair. She turned around almost robotically, waiting for Malcolm to exit through the door. When he calle her name in his boring tone, she met him with jaded glance. He told her she would need an obvious change of clothing and to meet him at the hangar. "Yes sir." She approved, watching him go. The blonde caught the secretary's words, nodding, "Yes ma'am" then headed down the short hallway that led to the elevator.

Inga overheard chatty gossip about the poacher from cohorts. Was he truly that amazing in his abilities? She would have to see for herself, as believing the words as they come at face value weren't enough. After heading to the second floor of the underground base, she was met by the familiar lighter greenet Rocket again. "The Card Key, Proton." Inga said firmly, returning the precious item to him. He grinned, taking it and shoveling it into his pocket. The blonde left him and Proton returned to his current duties.

Thankfully, Inga was by herself when in the dressing dorms. She hated the chatty noises and rumoring gossips the other lady Rockets would have while changing. The blonde looked through her inventory-nothing but Rocket uniforms lined up. She assumed a new wardrobe of "regular" clothing might be handy; she'd have to go shopping for new attire once her paycheck came in. She found a regular pair of torn jeans she had since 14, and a simple white shirt. Well, it was all she had for now so she quickly changed. Inga kept her boots and hat on, as they didn't have the Rocket logo on them, but removed her gloves. She strapped on four Pokéballs into a satchel, fastening around her waist, closed and locked her locker and proceeded to the hangar to meet Rendall post haste. This was going to be eventful.

Malcolm exhaled easily, breathing smoke into the air as he waited for Inga. Attached to the inside of his coat were six Pokeballs, which he had retrieved from his quarters before getting to the hanger. He looked up from his cigarette and saw his partner for the mission approaching. Seeing her choice of clothes, he shrugged passively. "Ready to go?" He asked, reaching into his coat and pulling out a Pokeball.

Malcolm threw the capsule into the air, releasing a large Ulgamoth. He looked at Inga. "We'll start off by flying down to Vermillion City." He explained, flicking his cigarette to the side. "It shouldn't take more than a half hour to get there on Ulgamoth. Once we're there, we'll meet up with an agent who's got a boat ready for us; the Sevii Islands are too far away to fly to."

He climbed onto the Bug-type's back and, as it rose into the air, hung his belt pack down for her to grab. "Climb up." He told her.

Inga found the green haired smoker, standing idly and chillin with his cigarette as if he owned the place. She also took notice of a "NO SMOKING" sign around here, too. When did that get there? Oh well. The blonde would've guessed he saw that before, but of course he would ignore it.

"Yes," she said monotonously to his question of being ready. He sent out his Ulgamoth, the sight of the large firefly creature was marvelous. It gave Inga a reason to gasp, but she didn't; her mouth did not quiver at seeing the Pokemon, nor did her expression change with interest: she kept on a straight face, remaining quiet. Once he explained the plan in full, she once again saluted to him in understanding. It was becoming a habit of hers, having been drilled into her mind when growing up.

Inga climbed on when the belt pack was lowered, sitting upon her knees rather than rear, behind Malcolm. She didn't know where to hold on, so instincts told her "grab his shoulders". Inga followed her instincts and placed her hands upon the seemingly bored poacher. She had been flying on her Pidgeot several times, but not flying on bugs. This would be a different experience.

Malcolm looked back at Inga to make sure that she was on and secure, and clipped his beltpack back around his waist. "I'm guessing you've never flown Air Bug before, right?" He asked as she put her hands on his shoulders. "You might wanna find a better hold; Ulgamoth could carry us farther than most flying-type, but it's a rough ride. Hang on!"

And with that, he patted Ulgamoth on the back, and the dual-type rose. With every flap of its wings, embers and dust were shaken from them. Now satisfactorily high, the sun Pokemon turned and flew in the direction of Vermillion City. "So what's your story?" Malcolm suddenly asked Inga, glancing back at her.

"No..." was the blonde's simple reply when asked if she had ever flown on a bug type. Inga, being told she would need a tighter grip, decided to wrap her arms around his waist instead. When she did, her hands locked firmly together for assurance. She caught very slim amusement in the vibrant Pokemon's "bug dust" it left as the doubled pair of wings flapped and the creature took off. It seemed to give off that rough start; Inga didn't look amused when there was a bumping up motion, which lightly threw her against Malcolm's back.

And, they were off.

Inga straightened herself, and bore her eyes into the greenet's back, blankly staring but keeping her ears focused on any sound. It wasn't long until Malcolm questioned her, quite randomly. "There's not a lot to know," she started, "and it seems irrelevent anyhow." and finished robotically, yet again.

Malcolm, feeling Inga bumping into his back after grabbing his waist, due to the rocky flying of his Ulgamoth, chuckled and looked back at her. "You don't mess around, huh?" He asked with a laugh.

To her response to his question, he again glanced back. "Not much of a talker, are ya?" He inquired. "This is going to be an interesting assignment."

Inga minded not the response Malcolm gave, especially the part of him saying she wasn't much of a talker. Naturally Inga was mute, not having stopped talking ever since she was younger. Archer, one of the Rocket Admins, hated her voice and even rightfully blasted her for it when she cried. He yelled, telling her he hated when spoke, as her voice annoyed him, and especially when she cried. The mental shock at such blew her away, shutting her to silence. It wasn't until recently, a year ago, the Proton encouraged her to speak very little when spoken to, as it would be "rude" to avoid contact.

Inga didn't like the idea, but Proton was her higher up, so attempted she does, only speaking fragments, one-word phrases, and one sentence replies. It's considered a miracle if she speaks even three sentences. The blonde met Malcolm's gaze, saying nothing more, and looked down at nothing in particular. Yes, thus would be very interesting, indeed.

Malcolm noticed that Inga seemed quiet in a different way after his comment, but decided not to mention it. This was just another routine safari for him, just some extra weight.

As they passed Saffron City, Malcolm looked at Inga. "She told you to watch me, didn't she?" He suddenly asked. "The old man's secretary? She's not as clever as she thinks she is. Always accusing me of keeping my catches to myself. On things like this she always sends someone to 'assist' me. She thinks I'm stupid."

Inga closed her eyes in a meditative way, breathing slower as the dual type Pokemon was flying over the towering city of Saffron. She barely opened her eyes half lidded to see the Silph Scope Company building. It was minutes after that Malcolm broke their silence with another question. He sounded kind of irritated when he asked if the secretary of Giovanni's told Inga to watch him, and explaining that said woman believed he keeps the Pokemon he captures. The blonde kept quiet, and a moment after she simply replied with "Yes, she did." Inga didn't understand why; Malcolm appeared to be the laid back type that could be counted on to complete tasks given with ease. So, why the accusations? "...She must not trust you, is my guess."

Malcolm nodded irritably when Inga confirmed his suspicions. "I thought so." He told her. To her suggestion of why she did it, he grumbled something under his breath. "If she doesn't trust me, she's stupid." He said. "I've been working with Team Rocket since long before she joined. I think that she thinks I'm getting too comfortable with the Boss. As far as I'm concerned, he's just another client with a particularly fat wallet."

Listening to Malcolm chat in irritation about the secretary's beliefs made the blonde think for a brief moment. "She is jealous," She said after he stopped, indicating the woman of question. "that you are close or appear that way." The blonde didn't seem to mind much of Malcolm claiming and comparing Giovanni as "wallet" of money. Technically, most "partnerships" Team Rocket have made over the past, few years have seen the criminal syndicate as such. They invest in Rocket, Rocket invests in them. It was a complicated trade market of sorts that Inga never bothered tried figuring out. Another unfortunate jerk of the ride threw the girl's upper body straight into the greenet's back, yet again. Well, he did warn it would be rough. She silently straightened herself again, her wild golden locks flocking into her face and everywhere else. Inga had noticed her ponytail came out, and now her flurry of blondness spread out, whipping out in the breezing wind.

"I think you're right." He agreed with her statement of the secretary's jealousy. "But again, she's stupid. Giovanni and I have a strictly business relationship; I catch him rare Pokemon, he pays me, we're done."

When a sudden jerk threw Inga into his back again, Malcolm chuckled slightly and looked down. "We're almost there." He told her, remembering the overhead appearance of the route between Saffron and Vermillion. He looked back and saw that her ponytail had come loose. "Here." He said, reaching into his hair and pulling out a hairband, releasing his own. "Use this." He handed it to her as he tucked his hair beneath his coat so that it wouldn't whip her in the face.

Inwardly, Inga was relieved to be nearly at their destination. She didn't really care about her apparent "hair attack" when it came out. Still, it could be bothersome, so when the hairband was offered, quickly assuming her hair into yet another ponytail again. This time it shouldn't come out. "Appreciated." she said, awkwardly thanked him in a dull tone to try and drown out her accent.

"Is that an accent I hear?" Malcolm asked, catching it as she tried to cover it. "Irish, Russian?"

"Here we are." Malcolm said as his Ulgamoth came to flutter close to the ground. He easily slid off the Pokemon's side and looked around. "The dock is that way." He pointed with his left hand, offering his right to help Inga get down.

Once again, Inga did not utter a word, sigh, anything when Malcolm noticed her mixed accent. She cursed herself mentally for it, and was grateful when they reached Vermillion. Finally. Inga let him go as he sld off Ulgamoth's back, brushing her hair from her face. As the greenet pointed out the docking area, she noticed several kids marveling in the sight of the large dual-type bug Pokemon. "Mommy! Look at it! It's soooo cool!" one boy chirped happily, as the woman with him pulled him along. Inga took his offered right hand with both of hers, almost clumsily falling off, but caught her composure quickly.

A couple of kids raced over to them, giggling. "Hey mister! Is that your Pokemon?" a boy with brown hair asks. A little girl with equally colored hair in pigtails walked up and took ahold of Inga's long hair that fell to the ground. "Oh wow, your hair is so long! Like in a fairytail!" she squeals giddily. Inga pats the children's heads, and quietly led them to their astonished parents, whom were standing at a distance. They thanked her, which she acknowledged with a nod, returning to Malcolm being ready to go, now that their small distractions were taken care of.