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Part 1: Elite Takeover Part 1 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 3: Elite Takeover Part 3 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 2 of 3

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Lorelei's gargled words floated amidst a sea of foamy bubbles that escaped her maw. She pounded away with her floppy flipper fins against the flexible rubber tube that sealed her in capture, uncertain if there was anybody around to even hear her desperate cries. Her trashing began to ease, unwillingly so. As much as the expansive tube was willing to flex and give to any and all of her forcible contact, there was little room left to roam. Confined and constricted, not unlike being in he belly of a massive beast.

Is that what this place was? Not an idle castle of a construct, but a living and organic being? Lorelei remembered thinking such thoughts when she and her Lapras had gotten up close to the palace...

Upon touching dry land, Lorelei kindly recalled her companion to the safety of her pokeball. The doorways yawned impressively like hungry titans waiting for sacrifices. Inside the palace walls were curved columns and supportive struts that stretched about the walls like veins. The floor carried a psychedelic tone, shimmering in subdued spectrums of hues as it rang clicks and clacks like a marble floor under the steps of her high heels.

There was a table raised from the floor that sat between the entrance and a set of display water fountains. Scraps of food and broken dinnerware were strewn about the table; clearly a struggle had occurred. An awful stench radiated from the table as it had not been cleaned or cared for in several weeks.

At the center of the grand hall Lorelei wandered into stood a towering structure. A massive spiral stretching from the floor all the way up to the ceiling a hundred meters high. The structure resembled a staircase but lacked any steps from what Lorelei could see. More perplexing still, is that the spiral did not start at the ground, but rather, was suspended above it! Truly a master of architecture was responsible for this Avant Garde expression of a dinner hall.

What started like an unsettling museum tour quickly plunged into a horrific carnival ride. The massive doors clambered shut behind Lorelei, sealing the once wide-open entrance. Before she could turn around, she felt the floor beneath her slide open with adept mechanical precision. Her pitfall was soon turned into a tunnel ride; speeding down a metallic channel at dangerous speeds to what she was hoping would be a basement floor.

THUD

Lorelei was painfully correct. Her ride had abruptly ceased as her backside took the brunt of the blow, landing on what appeared to be a conveyer belt. The belt was still, thankfully so, as Lorelei observed what looked like the mouth of an alien creature waiting at the end of the line. It was amorphous and blue and possessed two large red lenses for eyes.

Quickly disembarking from the conveyer line, Lorelei found even more strange structures in this dimly lit basement. The floor possessed similar patterns to the surface above, ringing clicks and clacks as she wandered deeper to the heart of the matter. A large spiral shell, not unlike that of an ancient sea creature, stretched from the floor to the ceiling of this basement level. Lorelei placed a hand on the deep blue shell to find that felt akin to a carapace rather than cold unfeeling metal.

Further still to the side of the spiral shell rested an array of green tubes. A sickly glow emanated from each of the ten tubes, each resting and what appeared to be decorative grey platforms. Gentle stirs and bubbles would occasionally rise within the tubes; Lorelei surmised they were full to the brim with liquid chemicals.

"Creepy..." Lorelei whispered under her breath as she took in her discovery. Following the tubes with her eyes, she found that they snaked upward, seeming to intertwine with one another. As the light grew dimmer towards the ceiling, she could see that the tubes fed into the side of the shell-shaped device before her. Inspecting even further, Lorelei saw what could only be described as an interface panel, complete with a display screen.

There were no markings on any of the buttons or switches. Not even alien-looking markings; simply unlabeled controls daring her to try and make sense of it all. Lorelei settled on pressing the biggest button at the center of the panel, hoping that it would lead to more answers. "Please don't be a self-destruct..." she muttered as she depressed the switch.

The display screen sparked to life, albeit with unrelenting static. Lorelei adjusted her glasses in an attempt to make out any blurry figures or text. The display picture eventually showed flashes of charts and analysis of sequenced DNA chemicals. Most of it was beyond what the lawyer could interpret, but at least she could understand it was complex science.

"...zzzz-pray that this record of our experiment survivezzzzzzz..." A desperate sounding voice faded in and out of the static filled recording. "A year azzzzz...zzzzgiovanni who funded our projeczzzzz...."

"What?!" Lorelei snapped to when she heard the familiar name. Did the recording refer to the same Giovanni that led badge trials in Viridian City? Lorelei had always suspected the Ground type specialist to be up to shady ventures. She built many a case against him on the accusation of money laundering schemes, but always lacked overwhelming evidence that tied him to misdeeds.

"If I can rewind this thing, I can capture this evidence!" Lorelei impatiently pressed button after button in an attempt to get the message to start over. As she hunted for the button that would rewind the message, Lorelei produced a gilded pen from her pocket. The pen, embossed with her signature ice-diamond patterns across the body, was a recording device in disguise. She readied the pen's recording mode by clicking the button down for several seconds.

Amidst this preparation, the eager attorney failed to notice the mechanical claws sneaking behind her ready to ensnare her. A first claw swiped and snatched the pokeball from her belt. Shocked and alerted, Lorelei turned to find another claw had closed in on her face, grasping around her head, making it difficult to breathe.

In moments, Lorelei was lifted off the ground by a swarm of mechanical arms. Boney and horrific in appearance, the appendages worked in unison to bind her body and feed her feet-first into the open end of the spiral shell machine. Her muffled cries would go unheard as the claws held her tight against the now active conveyer line. She was slowly fed inside as a veil of darkness creeped over her, snuffing out her fading vision.

"Let me out... Please!" Lorelei was on the verge of tears as her cries echoed along the foreboding walls of the exotic laboratory. "Let... me...raaaaaaaawwwwwooooooo?!" The once elite trainer was perplexed by the break in her deepened vocals. "Raaaaruuuuu?! Raaaaaapruuuuuu!!!" She could no longer form words!

Was her mind being wiped or rewritten? Or was this simply the reality of becoming a pokemon? She had once heard rumors of pokemon being able to mimic human speech but had never encountered any in her career adventures. Such thoughts grew murky in a verdant panic as she could only lament the loss of her silver tongue. The quick wit and venomous voice she weaponized so many times in the courtroom had vanished in this twisted scientific dungeon. No way any judge would allow her into court now as a Lapras. Years of college tuition and experience wasted! She wouldn't even be able to complete her case against a potentially corrupt gym leader.

"My friends... My family..." it dawned on her now just how much her life was now altered. Even if she could manage escape, even if she could among fans and aspiring trainers that looked up to her, even if she could manage to reunite with her colleagues she loved like family, how could any of them know it was her? She was now morphed beyond recognition.

"My pokemon... My Lapras..." A new lament washed over Lorelei's exhausted mind. Thoughts of what horrible fate had befallen her loyal partner pokemon served to cloud her already teary vision. Was her partner forever trapped? Or worse? What other unholy and unspeakable experiments waited in the depths of this horrible laboratory?

Lorelei could only hang and float in the fluid prison that surrounded her, waiting for any sign of life to make itself present in the eerily quiet basement. "Is this what it's like... for pokemon?" Lorelei questioned herself. "Is this meant to be a punishment? For keeping and training pokemon? Only to be let out when someone decides on my freedom?"

The thoughts felt ever strange to her. She was always kind and respectful to all her pokemon. She actively fought against pokemon abusers throughout her career! So why was she being punished? Or maybe...

"Maybe it's not so bad... being here like this..." Lorelei's eyelids became heavy again, washed with a new comforting warmth. She felt her limbs and neck sag and sink downwards with an overwhelming fatigue; her body attempting to curl up in a compact and comfortable position. "It is rather warm and cozy..."

As she tucked herself away into a slumbering mass, Lorelei peered her tired eyes open to see that the floor was getting closer. The flexible tubing that surrounded her was squeezing and pushing her body down into the pod platform below. The opening in the grey mass began to widen and stretch, more and more like a yawning mouth preparing to swallow her whole. The transformed Lapras sank lower and lower into the grey veil, the rubbery container now expanded larger enough to hold the whole of her enlarged pokemon body. It squished and stretched until, at last, it completely covered and concealed her within.

Comments are welcome and encouraged ^v^

Description
Part 1: Elite Takeover Part 1 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 3: Elite Takeover Part 3 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 2 of 3

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Lorelei's gargled words floated amidst a sea of foamy bubbles that escaped her maw. She pounded away with her floppy flipper fins against the flexible rubber tube that sealed her in capture, uncertain if there was anybody around to even hear her desperate cries. Her trashing began to ease, unwillingly so. As much as the expansive tube was willing to flex and give to any and all of her forcible contact, there was little room left to roam. Confined and constricted, not unlike being in he belly of a massive beast.

Is that what this place was? Not an idle castle of a construct, but a living and organic being? Lorelei remembered thinking such thoughts when she and her Lapras had gotten up close to the palace...

Upon touching dry land, Lorelei kindly recalled her companion to the safety of her pokeball. The doorways yawned impressively like hungry titans waiting for sacrifices. Inside the palace walls were curved columns and supportive struts that stretched about the walls like veins. The floor carried a psychedelic tone, shimmering in subdued spectrums of hues as it rang clicks and clacks like a marble floor under the steps of her high heels.

There was a table raised from the floor that sat between the entrance and a set of display water fountains. Scraps of food and broken dinnerware were strewn about the table; clearly a struggle had occurred. An awful stench radiated from the table as it had not been cleaned or cared for in several weeks.

At the center of the grand hall Lorelei wandered into stood a towering structure. A massive spiral stretching from the floor all the way up to the ceiling a hundred meters high. The structure resembled a staircase but lacked any steps from what Lorelei could see. More perplexing still, is that the spiral did not start at the ground, but rather, was suspended above it! Truly a master of architecture was responsible for this Avant Garde expression of a dinner hall.

What started like an unsettling museum tour quickly plunged into a horrific carnival ride. The massive doors clambered shut behind Lorelei, sealing the once wide-open entrance. Before she could turn around, she felt the floor beneath her slide open with adept mechanical precision. Her pitfall was soon turned into a tunnel ride; speeding down a metallic channel at dangerous speeds to what she was hoping would be a basement floor.

THUD

Lorelei was painfully correct. Her ride had abruptly ceased as her backside took the brunt of the blow, landing on what appeared to be a conveyer belt. The belt was still, thankfully so, as Lorelei observed what looked like the mouth of an alien creature waiting at the end of the line. It was amorphous and blue and possessed two large red lenses for eyes.

Quickly disembarking from the conveyer line, Lorelei found even more strange structures in this dimly lit basement. The floor possessed similar patterns to the surface above, ringing clicks and clacks as she wandered deeper to the heart of the matter. A large spiral shell, not unlike that of an ancient sea creature, stretched from the floor to the ceiling of this basement level. Lorelei placed a hand on the deep blue shell to find that felt akin to a carapace rather than cold unfeeling metal.

Further still to the side of the spiral shell rested an array of green tubes. A sickly glow emanated from each of the ten tubes, each resting and what appeared to be decorative grey platforms. Gentle stirs and bubbles would occasionally rise within the tubes; Lorelei surmised they were full to the brim with liquid chemicals.

"Creepy..." Lorelei whispered under her breath as she took in her discovery. Following the tubes with her eyes, she found that they snaked upward, seeming to intertwine with one another. As the light grew dimmer towards the ceiling, she could see that the tubes fed into the side of the shell-shaped device before her. Inspecting even further, Lorelei saw what could only be described as an interface panel, complete with a display screen.

There were no markings on any of the buttons or switches. Not even alien-looking markings; simply unlabeled controls daring her to try and make sense of it all. Lorelei settled on pressing the biggest button at the center of the panel, hoping that it would lead to more answers. "Please don't be a self-destruct..." she muttered as she depressed the switch.

The display screen sparked to life, albeit with unrelenting static. Lorelei adjusted her glasses in an attempt to make out any blurry figures or text. The display picture eventually showed flashes of charts and analysis of sequenced DNA chemicals. Most of it was beyond what the lawyer could interpret, but at least she could understand it was complex science.

"...zzzz-pray that this record of our experiment survivezzzzzzz..." A desperate sounding voice faded in and out of the static filled recording. "A year azzzzz...zzzzgiovanni who funded our projeczzzzz...."

"What?!" Lorelei snapped to when she heard the familiar name. Did the recording refer to the same Giovanni that led badge trials in Viridian City? Lorelei had always suspected the Ground type specialist to be up to shady ventures. She built many a case against him on the accusation of money laundering schemes, but always lacked overwhelming evidence that tied him to misdeeds.

"If I can rewind this thing, I can capture this evidence!" Lorelei impatiently pressed button after button in an attempt to get the message to start over. As she hunted for the button that would rewind the message, Lorelei produced a gilded pen from her pocket. The pen, embossed with her signature ice-diamond patterns across the body, was a recording device in disguise. She readied the pen's recording mode by clicking the button down for several seconds.

Amidst this preparation, the eager attorney failed to notice the mechanical claws sneaking behind her ready to ensnare her. A first claw swiped and snatched the pokeball from her belt. Shocked and alerted, Lorelei turned to find another claw had closed in on her face, grasping around her head, making it difficult to breathe.

In moments, Lorelei was lifted off the ground by a swarm of mechanical arms. Boney and horrific in appearance, the appendages worked in unison to bind her body and feed her feet-first into the open end of the spiral shell machine. Her muffled cries would go unheard as the claws held her tight against the now active conveyer line. She was slowly fed inside as a veil of darkness creeped over her, snuffing out her fading vision.

"Let me out... Please!" Lorelei was on the verge of tears as her cries echoed along the foreboding walls of the exotic laboratory. "Let... me...raaaaaaaawwwwwooooooo?!" The once elite trainer was perplexed by the break in her deepened vocals. "Raaaaruuuuu?! Raaaaaapruuuuuu!!!" She could no longer form words!

Was her mind being wiped or rewritten? Or was this simply the reality of becoming a pokemon? She had once heard rumors of pokemon being able to mimic human speech but had never encountered any in her career adventures. Such thoughts grew murky in a verdant panic as she could only lament the loss of her silver tongue. The quick wit and venomous voice she weaponized so many times in the courtroom had vanished in this twisted scientific dungeon. No way any judge would allow her into court now as a Lapras. Years of college tuition and experience wasted! She wouldn't even be able to complete her case against a potentially corrupt gym leader.

"My friends... My family..." it dawned on her now just how much her life was now altered. Even if she could manage escape, even if she could among fans and aspiring trainers that looked up to her, even if she could manage to reunite with her colleagues she loved like family, how could any of them know it was her? She was now morphed beyond recognition.

"My pokemon... My Lapras..." A new lament washed over Lorelei's exhausted mind. Thoughts of what horrible fate had befallen her loyal partner pokemon served to cloud her already teary vision. Was her partner forever trapped? Or worse? What other unholy and unspeakable experiments waited in the depths of this horrible laboratory?

Lorelei could only hang and float in the fluid prison that surrounded her, waiting for any sign of life to make itself present in the eerily quiet basement. "Is this what it's like... for pokemon?" Lorelei questioned herself. "Is this meant to be a punishment? For keeping and training pokemon? Only to be let out when someone decides on my freedom?"

The thoughts felt ever strange to her. She was always kind and respectful to all her pokemon. She actively fought against pokemon abusers throughout her career! So why was she being punished? Or maybe...

"Maybe it's not so bad... being here like this..." Lorelei's eyelids became heavy again, washed with a new comforting warmth. She felt her limbs and neck sag and sink downwards with an overwhelming fatigue; her body attempting to curl up in a compact and comfortable position. "It is rather warm and cozy..."

As she tucked herself away into a slumbering mass, Lorelei peered her tired eyes open to see that the floor was getting closer. The flexible tubing that surrounded her was squeezing and pushing her body down into the pod platform below. The opening in the grey mass began to widen and stretch, more and more like a yawning mouth preparing to swallow her whole. The transformed Lapras sank lower and lower into the grey veil, the rubbery container now expanded larger enough to hold the whole of her enlarged pokemon body. It squished and stretched until, at last, it completely covered and concealed her within.

Comments are welcome and encouraged ^v^