From: "Damien Hailey" <samas_1@hotmail.com>
To: Pokefanfic@onelist.com
Subject: [pokefanfic] Poke` Wars Part 1
Date: Sun, 23 May 1999 14:12:03 PDT

From: "Damien Hailey" <samas_1@hotmail.com>


Poke'Wars

Episode IV: A New Hope

Star Wars created by George Lucas.  Owned by 20th Century Fox.
Pokemon created by Game Freak.  Owned by Nintendo.

This fanfic will be about as violent as the original Star Wars Trilogy, of
course.  So people, and maybe some Pokemon will die.  You have been warned.

The role of the Pokemon in this story will vary per induvidual Pokemon.
Some will be used as normal, while ohers will be alien races.  All droids 
in
the story are replaced by mechanical or cybernetic Pokemon.

I'm doing this in script format because I'm actually working this from the
Star Wars script.  Normally, I do prose format, so wish me luck.  I may
rewrite this in prose form later, tough.

I'm using what is probably the script before the final version, which has
some scenes that may be in a slightly different order, and has a few extra
scenes with Luke and Biggs Darklighter, on of his friends who shows up in
the Battle of Vermillion.  However, I cut the extra scenes out, sine they
really didn't do much.  Maybe that's why they weren't in the movie either.


                            ----------------------


A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...

You know how this goes, roll Star Wars Theme...

  It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a
hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Rocket
Empire.  During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to 
the
Empire's ultimate weapon, the DeathOrb, an armored space station
with enough power to destroy an entire planet.  Pursued by the Empire's
sinister agents, Princess Misty races home aboard her starship, custodian 
of
the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the
galaxy...


The awesome yellow planet of Pewter emerges from a total eclipse, her two
moons glowing against the darkness. A tiny Gold-brown, starshaped
spacecraft, a Rebel Staryu-class Blockade Runner firing lasers from the
points of the ship, races through space. It is pursed by a giant Rocket 
Star
Destroyer. Hundreds of deadly laserbolts streak from the Rocket Star
Destroyer, causing the center core of the Rebel craft to disintegrate.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN PASSAGEWAY.

An explosion rocks the ship as two Poke-droids, Vul2-Detoo (Vul2-D2) and
Togepio (To-GePO) struggle to make their way through the shaking, bouncing
passageway. Both robots are old and battered.  Vul-2 is a small fox-like
droid with six tails. Togepio, on the other hand, resembles a human-sized
egg that has partially hatched.  Another blast shakes them as they struggle
along their way.

TOGEPIO: Did you hear that? They've shut down the main reactor. We'll
be destroyed for sure. This is madness!

Rebel troopers rush past the robots and take up positions in the main
passageway. They release their Pokemon and aim their weapons toward the
door.

TOGEPIO: We're doomed!

Vul-2: Vulpix.  Pix, Vulpix!

TOGEPIO: There'll be no escape for the Princess this time.

VUL-2:  Vulpix...

Tension mounts as loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy
equipment are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship.

TOGEPIO: What's that?

EXTERIOR: SPACECRAFT IN SPACE.

The Rocket craft has easily overtaken the Rebel Blockade Runner. The 
smaller
Rebel ship is being drawn into the underside dock of the giant Rocket
starship.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.

The nervous Rebel troopers aim their weapons. Suddenly a tremendous blast
opens up a hole in the main passageway and a score of fearsome black-suited
stormtroopers make their way into the smoke-filled corridor, R-badges
displayed proudly on their chests. In a few minutes the entire passageway 
is
ablaze with laser fire, water jets, and flame blasts. The deadly attacks
ricochet in wild random patterns creating huge explosions. Stormtroopers
scatter and duck behind storage lockers. Many blasts hit several Rebel
soldiers who scream and stagger through the smoke, holding shattered arms
and faces.  An explosion hits near the robots.

TOGEPIO: I should have known better than to trust the logic of a
half-sized fox...

VUL-2(angrily):  Vul!  Vulpix!

The two Poke-droids are cut off from each other by a sudden Hydro Pump
attack from a Rebel Blastoise.  As Togepio tries to find his friend, a hand
reaches out and grabs the little fox-like cyborg.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN HALLWAY.

The awesome, seven-foot-tall Stone Lord of the Sith makes his way into the
blinding light of the main passageway. This is Rock Vader, right hand of 
the
Emperor. His face is obscured by his flowing dark grey robes and grotesque
breath mask.  A Golem moves quietly at his side.  Everyone instinctively
backs away from the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweeps through the
Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run in a frenzied 
panic.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.

A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Vul-2's chest.  Vul-2 cooes
softly.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER.

Togepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Vul-2 is nowhere in 
sight.
The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard in the
distance.

TOGEPIO: Vul-2! Vul-2-Detoo, where are you?

A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and he spots little
Vul-2 at the end of the hallway in a smoke-filled alcove. A beautiful young
girl (about sixteen years old) stands in front of Vul-2. Dreamlike and half
hidden in the smoke, she pats Vul-2 one last time, then watches as the
little robot joins his companion.

TOGEPIO: At last! Where have you been?

Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance.

TOGEPIO: They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do?
We'll be sent to the E-stone mines of Stoneworld or smashed into who knows
what!

Vul-2 scampers past his bronze friend and races down the subhallway. 
Togepio
chases after him.

TOGEPIO: Wait a minute, where are you going?

VUL-2: Vulpix!

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- CORRIDOR

The evil Rock Vader stands amid the broken and twisted bodies of his foes.
He grabs a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as a Rocket Officer rushes up
to the Stone Lord.

ROCKET OFFICER: The DeathOrb plans are not in the main computer.

Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles in vain.

VADER: Where are those transmissions you intercepted?(lifts Rebel off the
ground)  What have you done with those plans?

REBEL OFFICER: We intercepted no transmissions. (chokes)Aaah....This is a
consular ship. We're on a diplomatic mission.

VADER: If this is a consular ship...were is the Ambassador?

The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually screams as the Stone Lord tosses
him over his shoulder, where the Golem beats him until his sruggles cease.
Vader turns to his troops.

VADER:  Gather all the Pokemon on board.  Commander, tear this ship apart
until you've found those plans, and bring me the Ambassador. I want her
alive!

The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY.

The lovely young girl huddles in a small alcove as the stormtroopers search
through the ship. She is Princess Misty Organa, a member of the Cerulean
Senate. The fear in her eyes slowly gives way to anger as the muted 
crushing
sounds of the approaching stormtroopers grow louder. One of the troopers
spots her.

TROOPER: There she is! Set for stun!

MISTY:  Starmie, Tackle!

The large Star-shaped Pokemon spins from around the corner, slamming into
one of the troopers. Misty recalls her Pokemon and starts to run, but is
Wrapped by an Arbok, which squeeses her intil she passes out. The troopers
inspect her inert body.

TROOPER: She'll be all right. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY.

Vul-2 stops before the small hatch of an emergency lifepod. He snaps the
seal on the main latch and a red warning light begins to flash. The little
fox-robot hops into the cramped four-man pod.

TOGEPIO: Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll
be deactivated for sure..

VUL-2: Vulpix!

TOGEPIO: Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of
grease! Now come out before somebody sees you.

VUL-2: Vulpix vulpix.

TOGEPIO: Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm
not getting in there!

Vul-2 isn't happy with Togepio's stubbornness, and Embers him.  The
egg-shaped robot jumps into the lifepod.

TOGEPIO: I'm going to regret this.

Vul-2 opens a small compartment in the pod revealing about half a dozen
empty PokeBalls.  He uses his tails to swat one into Togepio, and it sucks
him in.  Vul-2 enters the launch sequence, and touches another ball with 
his
paw, entering it as the pod blasts off.

INTERIOR: Rocket STAR DESTROYER.

On the main viewscreen, the lifepod carrying the two terrified robots 
speeds
away from the stricken Rebel spacecraft.

CHIEF PILOT: There goes another one.

CAPTAIN: Hold your fire. There are no life forms. It must have been
short-circuited.

INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- HALLWAY

Princess Misty is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored
stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is brutally shoved when she is
unable to keep up with the briskly marching troops. They stop in a smoky
hallway as Rock Vader emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord
stares hard at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move.

Misty: Lord Vader, I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The
Elite Four will not sit for this, when they hear you've attacked
a diplomatic...

VADER: Don't play games with me, Your Highness. You weren't on any
mercy mission this time. You passed directly through a restricted
system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.
I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.

Misty: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the
Senate on a diplomatic mission to Cerulean...

VADER: You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...and a traitor. Take her
away!

Misty is marched away down the hallway and into the smoldering hole blasted
in the side of the ship. A Rocket Commander in a white uniform and with
shoulder-length blue-purple hair turns to Vader.

JAMES: Holding her is dangerous. If word of this gets out, it
could generate sympathy for the Rebellion with the Elite Four.

VADER: I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link
to find their secret base!

JAMES: She'll die before she tells you anything.

VADER: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the
Four that all aboard were killed!

Another Rocket Officer, a female with long red hair, approaches Vader and
James. They stop and snap to attention.

JESSIE: Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not aboard
this ship! And no transmissions were made. An escape pod was
jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard.

Vader steps ahead and turns to the Commanders.

VADER: She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment
down to retrieve them. See to it personally.
There'll be no one to stop us this time.

JESSIE & JAMES: Yes, sir.

EXTERIOR: SPACE.

The Rocket Star Destroyer comes over the surface of the planet
PEWTERINE.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DESERT.

Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas meet the
foreboding dune sea. The two helpless Poke-droids kick up clouds of
sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily work their way across the
desert wasteland. The lifepod in the distance rests half buried in the
sand.  Two open Pokeballs lie inside.

TOGEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We
seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.

VUL-2:  Vul.

TOGEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost
frozen.

VUL-2: Vul, pix.

TOGEPIO: What a desolate place this is.

Vul-2 heads off into the mesas.

TOGEPIO: Where are you going?

VUL-2: Vulpixvulpix.  Vul, Vulpix.

TOGEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way
is much easier.

VUL-2: Vulpix.

TOGEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there?

VUL-2: Pix Vulpix.

TOGEPIO: Don't get technical with me.

VUL-2: Vulpix?

TOGEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just
about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a
day, you nearsighted furball!  (kicks Vul-2 and heads off into the dune 
sea)
And don't let me catch you following me begging for help,
because you won't get it.

VUL-2: Vulpix! (turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering
mesas.)

TOGEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way.

Vul-2 makes his way toward the distant mountains.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DUNE SEA.

Togepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune; only to find
more dunes, which seem to go on for endless miles.  He looks back in the
direction of the now distant rock mesas.

TOGEPIO: That overheated little twerp. This is all his fault! He
tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.

In a huff of anger and frustration, Togepio knocks the sand from his 
joints.
His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of reflected light in the distance
reveals an object moving towards him.

TOGEPIO: Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm saved!

The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the approaching 
transport.

TOGEPIO: Over here! Help! Please, help!

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SUNSET.

The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange foreboding mist 
and
the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures fill the air. Vul-2 moves
cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud
clicking noise as he goes. He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and
stops for a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.
In the distance, a pepple tumbles down the steep canyon wall and a small
dark figure darts into the shadows. A little further up the canyon a slight
flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few 
feet

>from the narrow path.  The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged 

trail
until suddenly, out of nowhere, two Cubones jump out from behind the rocks
and attack him. He manages to hit one with a Flamethower attack before one
of them cold-cocks him with a Bonemerang.
His bright eyes flicker off, then on, then off again. Out of the rocks
scurry three more Cubones, no taller than Vul-2. They cautiously approach
the robot. They wear skill masks that cover their heads so only their
glowing eyes can be seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they
heave the small droid onto their shoulders and carry him off down the 
trail.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.

The five Cubones carry Vul-2 out of the canyon to a huge tank-like vehicle
the size of a four-story house. They weld a small disk on the side of Vul-2
and then put him under a large tube on the side of the vehicle and the
little robot is sucked into the giant machine. The filthy little Cubones
scurry like ratattas up small ladders and enter the main cabin of the
behemoth transport.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA.

It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Vul-2's eyes light up 
and
he stumbles around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty 
metal
rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and maimed Poke-droids. He
lets out a pathetic electronic whimper and stumbles off toward what appears
to be a door at the end of the chamber.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA.

Vul-2 enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the middle of the
scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various shapes and sizes. Some are
engaged in electronic conversation, while others simply mill about. A voice
of recognition calls out from the gloom.

TOGEPIO: Vul-2 Detoo! It's you! It's you!

A battered Togepio scrambles up to Vul-2 and embraces him.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET.

The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent twin suns, 
which
are slowly setting over a distant mountain ridge.

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DESERT -- DAY.

Jessie, James, and four Rocket stormtroopers mill about in front of the
half-buried lifepod that brought Vul-2 and Togepio to PEWTERINE. Meowth
picks one of the open PokeBalls out of the sand and gives it to Jessie.

MEOWTH: Take a look at this.

JESSIE(examines the ball):  They must've hidden in the PokeBalls.

JAMES: Someone was in the pod alright. The tracks go off in this
direction.

JESSIE(smacks James with a harisen(that really big paper fan)):  We already
know that!  Now let's follow them and get back those plans!

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DUNES.

The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.

INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER.

Togepio and Vul-2 noisily bounce along inside the cramped prison chamber.
Vul-2 appears to be shut off.

TOGEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!

Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops, creating quite 
a
commotion among the Pokemon.  Threepio's fist bangs the head of Vul-2 whose
eyes pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long chamber a 
hatch
opens, filling the chamber with blinding white light. a dozen or so Cubones
make their way through the odd assortment of robots.

TOGEPIO: We're doomed.

A Cubone starts moving toward them.

TOGEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down?

VUL-2: Vul...

TOGEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end?

EXTERIOR: PEWTERINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON.

The Cubones mutter gibberish as they busily line up their battered 
captives,
including Vul-2 and Togepio, in front of the enormous Sandcrawler, which is
parked beside a small homestead consisting of three large holes in the
ground surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small adobe
block house.  Several young children move about the homestead, playing or
doing chores.  The Cubones fuss over the robots, straightening them up or
brushing some dust from a dented metallic elbow. The shrouded little
creatures smell horribly, attracting small insects to the dark areas when
their mouths
and nostrils should be. Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps
Owen Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes
are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully inspects each
robot, he is closely followed by his squinty-eyed nephew, Brock 
Stonewalker,
a young man who looks like he would rather be somewhere else. One of the
creatures, a Marrowak, walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales
pitch in a queer, unintelligible language. A voice calls out from one of 
the
huge holes that form the homestead. Brock goes over to the edge and sees 
his
Aunt Beru standing in the main courtyard with his youngest cousin.

BERU: Brock, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it
speaks Bocce.

Brock: It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind
him.

Brock returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment for sale with 
the
Cubone leader.

OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid.

TOGEPIO: (quickly) Sir -- not in an environment such as this --
that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary
functions that...

OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the
language of Omanytes.

TOGEPIO: Omanytes! Sir -- My first job was directing Omastars, the evolved
form of your Omanytes. You could say...

OWEN: Do you speak Bocce?

TOGEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for
me...I'm as fluent in Bocce...

OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Marrowak) I'll take this one.

TOGEPIO: Shutting up, sir.

OWEN: Brock, take these two over to the pens, will you? I want you to
have both of them cleaned up before dinner.

Brock: But I was going to the Pokemon Center to pick up some TMs...

OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done.
Now come on, get to it!

Brock: All right, come on! And the Ninetails, come on. Well, come on,
Nine, let's go.

As the Cubones start to lead the three remaining robots back into the
Sandcrawler, Vul-2 lets out a pathetic little cry and starts after his old
friend Togepio. A Cubone tries to restrain him, but gets Embered.  Marrowak
sighs and zaps the Vulpix unit with a control box.

Owen is negotiating with the head Cubone. Brock and the two robots start 
off
for the garage when the Ninetails suddenly goes bezerk.  It toasts a
poor Oddish before the Cubones manage to knock it out.

Brock: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

Brock: This Ninetails is still confused. Look!

OWEN: (to the Marrowak) Hey, what're you trying to push on us?

The Marrowak goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Vul-2 has sneaked out of
line and is moving up and down trying to attract attention. He lets out 
with
a low whistle. Togepio taps Brock on the shoulder.

TOGEPIO: (pointing to Vul-2) Excuse me, sir, but that Vulpix unit is in
prime condition. A real bargain.

Brock: Uncle Owen...

OWEN: Yeah?

Brock: What about that one?

OWEN: (to Marrowak) What about that little one? We'll take that one.

With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the confused Ninetails 
for
Vul-2.

Brock: Yeah, take it away.

TOGEPIO: Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one,
sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him
before. Here he comes.

Owen pays off the whining Cubone as Brock and the two Pokemon trudge off
toward a grimy homestead entry.

Brock: Okay, let's go.

TOGEPIO: (to Vul-2) Now, don't you forget this! Why I should stick my
neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity!

VUL-2: Vulpix...

TOGEPIO:  What do you mean, I "don't have a neck?"  You little overcooked
hairball!

INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE AREA -- LATE AFTERNOON.

The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful atmosphere
permeates the low grey chamber. Togepio lowers himself into a large tub
filled with warm water with some Potion mixed in. Near the battered
Landspeeder little Vul-2 rests on a large battery with a cord hooked onto
the end of his nose.

TOGEPIO: Thank the maker! This bath is going to feel so good.
I've got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move!

Vul-2 squeaks a muffled reply. Brock seems to be lost in thought as he runs
his hand over the damaged fin of a small two-man Fearow spaceship resting 
in
a low hangar off the garage. Finally Brock's frustrations get the better of
him and he slams a wrench across the workbench.

Brock: It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is right. I'm never gonna get out
of here!

TOGEPIO: Is there anything I might do to help?

Brock glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger drains and a tiny
smile creeps across his face.

Brock: Well, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or
teleport me off this rock!

TOGEPIO: I don't think so, sir. I'm only a droid and not very
knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyways. As a
matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on.

Brock: Well, if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the
planet that it's farthest from.

TOGEPIO: I see, sir.

Brock: Uh, you can call me Brock.

TOGEPIO: I see, sir Brock.

Brock: (laughing) Just Brock.

TOGEPIO: And I am Togepio, human-Pokemon relations, and this is
my counterpart, Vul-2 Detoo.

Brock: Hello.

Vul-2: Vulpix!

Brock unplugs Vul-2 and begins to clean his surface with a chrome scraper.
Togepio climbs out of the tub and begins wiping water from his bronze body.

Brock: You got a lot of carbon scoring here, but you still look to be in
great condition. It looks like you guys have seen a lot of action.

TOGEPIO: With all we've been through, sometimes I'm amazed we're in
as good condition as we are, what with the Rebellion and all.

Brock: You know of the Rebellion against the Empire?

TOGEPIO: That's how we came to be in your service, if you take my
meaning, sir.

Brock: Have you been in many battles?

TOGEPIO: Several, I think. Actually, there's not much to tell. I'm
not much more than an interpreter, and not very good at telling
stories. Well, not at making them interesting, anyways.

Brock(stroking Vulpix's head): Well, my little friend, you definitely had a
real good trainer. Were you on a cruiser or...

Vul-2's eyes suddenly glow and a pair of beams emit from them, startling
Brock from his chair.  He sits up and sees a twelve-inch
three-dimensional hologram of Misty Organa, the Rebel senator,
being projected from the face of little Vul-2. The image is a
rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in the dimly lit
garage. Brock's mouth hangs open in awe, and he blushes.

Misty: Help me, Oaki-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.

Brock: What's this?

Vul-2 looks around and sheepishly gives an answer for Togepio to translate.
Misty continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and over.

TOGEPIO: What is what?!? He asked you a question...(pointing to Misty)
What is that?

Vul-2 squeals his surprise as he pretends to just notice the hologram. He
looks around and sheepishly gives an answer for Togepio to translate. Misty
continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and over.

Misty: Help me, Oaki-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope. Help me, Oaki-Wan
Kenobi. You're my only hope.

TOGEPIO: Oh, he says it's nothing, sir. Merely a malfunction. Old
data. Pay it no mind.

Brock becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl.

(Author's note:  And who's suprised by this?)

Brock: Who is she? She's beautiful.

TOGEPIO: I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir.

Misty: Help me, Oaki-Wan Kenobi...

TOGEPIO: I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of
some importance, sir -- I believe. Our captain was attached to...

Brock: Is there more to this recording?

Brock reaches out for Vul-2 but he lets out several frantic squeaks.

TOGEPIO: Behave yourself, Vul-2. You're going to get us in trouble.
It's all right, you can trust him. He's our new master.

Vul-2 gives a long message to Togepio.

TOGEPIO: He says he's the property of Oaki-Wan Kenobi, a resident of
these parts. And it's a private message for him. Quite frankly, sir I
don't know what he's talking about. Our last master was Captain
Susie, but with what we've been through, this little R2 unit has
become a bit eccentric.

Brock: Oaki-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means old Professor Oak?

TOGEPIO: I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he's talking
about?

Brock: Well, I don't know anyone named Oaki-Wan, but old Oak lives out
beyond the dune sea. He's kind of a strange old hermit.

Brock's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few moments.

Brock: I wonder who she is. It sounds like she's in trouble. I'd better
play back the whole thing.

Vul-2 beeps something to Togepio.

TOGEPIO: He says the restraining bolt has short circuited his
recording system. He suggests that if you remove the bolt, he might be
able to play back the entire recording.

Brock looks longingly at the lovely, little princess and hasn't really 
heard
what Togepio has been saying.

Brock: H'm? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you're too small to run away on me
if I take this off! Okay.

Brock takes a wedged bar and pops the restraining bolt off VUL-2's side.

Brock: There you go.

The princess immediately disappears...

Brock: Well, wait a minute. Where'd she go? Bring her back! Play back
the entire message.

Vul-2 barks an innocent reply as Togepio sits up in embarrassment.

TOGEPIO: What message? The one you're carrying inside your rusty
innards!

A women's voice calls out from another room.

AUNT BERU: Brock? Brock! Come to dinner!

Brock stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning robot.

Brock: All right, I'll be right there, Aunt Beru.

TOGEPIO: I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight
flutter.

Brock tosses VUL-2's restraining bolt on the workbench and hurries out of
the room.

Brock: Well, see what you can do with him. I'll be right back.

TOGEPIO: (to Vul-2) Just you reconsider playing that message for him.

VUL-2: Vulpix?

TOGEPIO: No, I don't think he likes you at all.

VUL-2: Vul?

TOGEPIO: No, I don't like you either.



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