“Prisoner 3042 you've got a visitor”. Odd not often I get a visitor, must have been a couple years since the last time and that was only that annoying Jenny lass. As my cell door screeched at the hinges and a semblance of light flooded the room. “Prisoner you are being transported to the courtroom for your trail”. As I was being transported form my dark and murky cell room I couldn't stop thinking about if it had been worth it, how I could have done about things differently. 

As I was shoved in the grand and luxurious courtroom filled to the brim with people, as I took in the room, my eyes ended on the poor sap who got assigned my case. My lawyer or my league assigned public defender. I continued thinking about how she ended up working my case, did she get dumped it or did she really believe I stood a chance at walking free?. “order in the court, the defendant Andrew Glaxion stands accused off an manifold counts of manslaughter. The victims include Maxie and Archie formerly of Hoenn and Late Gym Leader Giovanni of Kanto”. 

Now I could bore you with the judge and the lawyers long yap session but I very much fell asleep soon after the opening statements. Now is sleeping during your own hearing the recommended plan of attack not really, but when I woke up I was greeted by the sound of a huge document getting slammed down on the table. “The P.W.L is offering you a plea deal. Apparently they have some sort of task for you, and if you agree they will drop their sentencing to four years on parole”. I couldn't believe it, I could almost feel it, after rotting away in the dusty prison cell. I could taste the freedom, but just as my mood was reaching a high my lawyer brought me straight down to earth “ I don't know what sort of task is expected off you, The champion said he would tell you but only you”. My stomach dropped, how could I get dragged away. Of course it would be too good to be true, they were letting me walk away from murder. Alleged murder if we were being technical and off suspected terrorist as well but still murder, but I was locked between a rock and a hard place. How could I say no to my freedom, and it's not like there are more terrorists at large. I sorta already dealt with that. Allegedly… 

So with crossing my fingers and praying to Arceus, Ho-oh, Lugia and another legendary Pokémon I could think about I signed the plea deal, laying my fate in the hands of champion Lance. I sure do hope the dragon master doesn't want too much of me. As I was being transported yet again for the day I couldn't make stop my head from forming the most outlandish conspiracy theories of what the champion would want, time flew and suddenly I was standing outside of a large wooden door with the sign “ Lance Watekeru Champion of Indio” my guide or probably my prison guard but I like to think of them as my guard knocked on the door. “ Champion Lance we have brought the prisoner” “bring them in”

As I was walked in the champions office I couldn't help but notice the blend of elegance and functionality. The room itself has high ceilings adorned with intricate crown molding, while large, arched windows provide natural light and offer a panoramic view of the surrounding grounds. The walls are painted in a rich, neutral tone, complemented by dark wood paneling.

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At the center of the room, a grand, mahogany desk stands as the focal point. Behind the desk, sat in an imposing leather executive chair was Champion Lance, on the other side of the desk there was one chair with restrains to bind my chains too. “ have a seat Mr. "Glaxion, we have much to discuss” Lance told me while gesturing to the chair. After ploping down on the overly soft chair, my guard promptly tied my chains down, and left the room to give us a bit of privacy. After all, it's not like the champion needed a couple of bodyguards.

I would have liked to meet under better circumstances the champion told me. It became clear to me under a more thorough investigation that your so called victims all hold affiliations to terrorist organizations, even one of my late gym leaders. However the more civilian parts of government are out for blood so there is little I can offer to save your life. However there is one solution, but you may not like it.

Your current identity Andrew Glaxion holder of 22 badges and 4th in the Lily of the Valley Conference and a top 32 in the Lumiose Conference would have to be scrapped. There is however one very experimental option. You would have to undergo a dittocell DNA splicing operation, as well as substantial cosmetic surgery. I am offering you this deal not In my place as champion but as Lance Watekeru of the Blackthorn Dragonclan.

The plan was quite simple: Lance would have his Xatu teleport me to the sketchy lab where I would have my surgery done and then have his Dragonite blow a hole is his office with hyperbeam. He would then claim I tried to attack him, because of course I would it's not like I was a man wanted for mass murder. And since a person can't withstand a hyperbeam my life as Andrew Glaxion would be over.

Now there are few things in life I would say hurt as much as withstanding a mental attack by a honest to Arceus legendary Pokémon like Mewtwo but By Raikous shiny balls getting your DNA systematically altered through a series of etnically questionable operations was very close up there a solid 15 on a scale of 1 to 10. Anyways I don't know how doctor don't want to know there name did it but in a matter of 3 weeks I no longer looked like Andrew Glaxion and I no longer shared a DNA trail to myself, quite a wierd feeling if a gotta admit but I guess I should try to embrace my new identity what ever that is, Lance never got that far in his plan. Stupid dragonmasters and their penchant for recklessness.

A couple days after the last of my surgery's I was suddenly telephoned away only to end up in rugged cave standing face to face with said reckless dragonmaster. Since we didn't have the most time during our last encounter I never got to explain why I bothered and who you now are. Here are a couple of documents pertaining to your new identity Adrien Watekeru of the Blackthorn dragonclan. And now as a clan elder, I come bearing gifts and a mission. You see the league is expanding into new regions however these regions need new gym leaders and native gym leaders but they might not yet be up to scratch in either power or maturity there for the league is looking for mentors and from powerful clans and family's.

The region of Fuspia needs a steel type mentor for their gym leader prospect Altea Harding of Limehavenport. Which is what I have taken the liberty of offering your services for. But before you leave you should have these. Lance reaches into his pockets and pulls out two pokeballs. Two of my custom made apricot-balls. I could recognise the gray apricot ball with gold engraved patterns and the letters on the top anytime. My last two remaining partners, Andy the Hisuian-Goodra and Alexandra the Archaludon, the only surviving members of my family from our last fight with Giovanni and Mewtwo.