A STUDY IN ... trapped in another time. distant lost. more like a machine. dystopian future. playing god. collection of the living. loss of mobility. hatred of the present. paradoxical phenomena.
paradox human PARDALIS trapped in the present.
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ABOUT. THE PARADOX FUTURE.
--for the google doc in tumblr post format: post 1, post 2, and post 3
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one of the biggest points of confusion for pardalis since arriving to the present and in area zero is ... when the paradox pokemon that they know, aren't quite...right? iron variants that they recognize on the outside, and yet on the insides they differ. they're able to reprogram them, sometimes, and other times the usual methods don't work.
this comes from the fact that pardalis has slowly began to realize but they aren't from the only future that the time machine is pulling from. the iron variants they know are just one variety of different possibilities on how they've gotten to that point. there are similar design points but they have to adjust their thinking with certain ones. they've started to put together small indications, graphs and features to recognize which are from their timeline and which are from others; and how to categorize them for how they can deal with them, or in some cases outright avoid.
also yes, last post implies, but if pardalis is outside of area zero, they just sort of have citrus out and about. the iron moth usually just hovers behind them but. they don't have a pokeball, so that thing is just, following.
generally speaking pardalis tries to avoid being spotted by people but sometimes that's unavoidable when there's a giant mechanical moth floating right behind you.
citrus is the way that pardalis ultimately gets outside of area zero, and unfortunately given pardalis doesn't have pokeballs, they weren't able to actually get turnip out of area zero when they did leave.
when pardalis managed to reprogram the iron moth to no longer glitch and be immediately aggressive, they first did think of the idea that maybe they could somehow use the capture and containment capabilities of citrus to bring their partner helper along and escape the great crater. to pardalis's dismay, turnip is not a small pokemon, and citrus was not an iron moth that was built large enough to be able to contain something as big as a whole iron thorns.
for that reason, anytime pardalis is out of area zero--at least right now!! they do not have turnip with them and only have citrus.
this does become an issue of pardalis needing to time how long they're away due to turnip being the only one that can recharge their prosthetics, not citrus...but generally they're able to keep accounted for that and return with relative ease.
not to say it'll never go wrong, it just hasn't yet. pardalis does know that using pokeballs is a solution, they just...don't really understand how to get pokeballs.
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it's hard to express just how much pardalis believes the present is to blame for their future being the way it is.
they cannot see a world full of life and colour and breathable air and no where near the amount of suffering that is faced...and with pokemon, living breathing pokemon; and not think that whatever went wrong--it was this time, where people seem the most selfish; the most greedy of what they had. that they're the reason that the future is the way it is.
A RUSH.
the morning smog, like a dream, a fog, that never ended. metal mask over their face, and breathable living technology that expelled the noxious air with every inhale. a second pair of lungs, with spikes that mimicked their friend, their companion, their service creation.
days appeared as night, as night did inseparably to the day; poisonous mildew filled with acid and chemical brew that left entrancing yet sickening oil-slick patterns over each of the minimalist, protective shells of buildings they called housing units. behind them, the slow--almost awkward--movement of the iron thorns creaked and croaked; it's metal jaw opening and closing as it breathed in the air, then released; purifying in it's wake. however pointless the gesture.
pardalis turned their head upward, taking one step forward as they tried to squint up; light sensitive eyes dilated quickly to the miniscule blur of a red sun who's hue had been shifted by thick cloud. it allowed the weakened eyes to adjust, to watch the star's end draw nearer; without risk of blinding light.
another step, then a trip; when suddenly that light grew brighter.
" ow- OW! "
coughing up their words and skittering over the sticky and sharp barely grass. remaining fleshy arm attempted to break the fall first--an instinct they hadn't yet broken, to use the breakable limb rather than the far more replaceable. their eyes glistened a pink and blue then squinted closed. heavy breathing, heavy moving; charge of their oxygen converter glowing brightly as they hurt the rushing of the artificial pokemon's steps draw nearer. they rolled over to their side, and found purchase on tiny--almost too short--arms. long fingers outstretched, new, still getting used to them even after few years they had had them. stronger, more equipped.
" the sun, it looked, can you- the... "
words jumbled, as they squinted then opened their eyes again to look up, not a sun, no, but something else. bright and hopeful. how it made their lungs feel as if they weren't so reliant on the apparatuses they had practically been born to wear. feathers of fire, glistening colours they had only seen in paints that had been long since forgotten how to make. a twinkle of rainbow; clouds parting, the sun, the sun-
staring too long, when it all went black, a bright blue colour morphed by spiderwebs that weaved into interlacing lines; breathing as if they were alive. then nothing at all.
to wake in a machine, to wake somewhere new but wrong. old, older than familiar.
to wake again.
a dream. a dream of the day that brought them here; to a time that caused their despair.
this is going to be a very plot oriented blog >:) there will be TWO main points in time being written—whilst pardalis is still in the future, and after they are taken to the past through the time machine. tags will be as followed:
the future.
the present.
if you would like your muse to get sent to the future, let me know. i will be starting to post plot drabble posts SOON!!
chichai was a free pokemon, not tied to anyone or anything. a pokemon free to explore the world and go about as she liked. and so she did very often, a little pikachu bounding her way through the forest and the trees, through the mountains and along the shore. one of her favorite hobbies was to pick up little things to show her trainer, her friend. the woman she'd spent so long following. even when they were apart, they would always be together. and while chichai valued her freedom, she valued six more. and so there would be times where she would find little trinkets to bring back to her as souvenirs on her travels. today seemed to be no different.
along the shore of the sea of staranza, where the water seems to gleam and glitter with the light of the stars, the little pikachu calls out across the water in a gentle cry. as if to answer, a serene cry calls from the depths below, closer and closer until the beautiful serpent breaks through the surface of the water, head facing her favorite creature. clearly friends, chichai hops onto milotic's back, riding out across the water. the pair spend some time together, laughing and playing until the pikachu spots something below the surface, something different from the usual glittering colors that lie below the waves. together, the pair dive below, chichai holding on tight, holding her breath as she hangs onto her friend, and milotic grabs the object of her interest in her mouth. together, the pair resurface and take chichai to the shores, where she inspects the strange crystal with a blue glow. this would be perfect to take back to six.
and so she does, back to honaru city and over by the cafe that sat near the tower of memories, six sits, enjoying a small lunch when her little friend bounds up, calling out to her with a happy expression. ❝ chichai ! what've you got there ? is that for me ? ❞ the pikachu excitedly nods, holding out the small crystal to her favorite person in the world. a gentle coo leaving her electric form as she passes it to six's gloved palm.
it doesn't take long for something to go horribly wrong. as soon as six's fingers touch the crystal, they wrap around it in an incredibly tight grip, refusing to let go. eyes glaze over to a milky white, everything is happening so fast as raretia's champion falls out of the chair she's perched in onto the street beside her beloved friend. the hand not holding the crystal attempts to reach out to the pikachu, and chichai reaches to grab it before it falls. there's a commotion around her, people getting up to figure out what's happened. but six hears none of it. nothing at all.
and it is then that the inky blackness of a dream consumes rareita's very own champion. ⸝⸝ @giirafariig
glistening reassurance, an iridescent sheen of a grasp that claws and cries out for attention, for company, for a dream it has yet to have--for a wish it has yet to hear. for joy, for wondrous effervescence. an epiphany of joy when it is held, when it enters mind and heart of those around it, that hold it so close. for gifts given, it shall be--to fulfill, a dream long forgotten; a memory long since faded to the future that has yet to happen--while time flowed onward and it's happenstance cried out for mercy, for a hand to guide.
--for the hand to fall upon it, for it's message to be received in hopeful tears; milky white and overtaken. in connected minds it's cheer is a symphony that draws her towards the inevitable. a future that draws closer to it's finality; a memory faint yet calling.
time, memorium, a gracious host setting her in a dream, yet palpable as reality it is as potent as the taste of radiation and smog that has since perpetuated the atmosphere of a dying future. memories, in her wake, slowly silencing themselves until all that remained was one, single voice, jumbled and distant. one for her to find in this corpse; it's land a decomposing grave--holding back it's last breath for someone to finally listen.
yet there called another voice, closer, as if in her mind, in her dream. in the shard held so tightly in her hand; it almost felt as if it were holding on to her. don't let it go, don't let me go. it's voice childish and innocent, yet hopeful in it's ideal that it may have done more than a good thing; a great thing. a cherished memory, a wanting tale. what dream this would be, to come true.
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one location that has long since lost its meaning, its history, what it original was, what its purpose…is the crystalline flower. a machine that radiates life energy and unknown types of radiation. the flower is one of many artifacts and location in the land mass previously called “kalos” that is completely unreachable due to the high intensity radiation, and odd structures that completely prevent anything from getting close.
reports of the flower have suspected that it has yet to bloom, and likely never will; its crystal leaves closed and pointed outward into the sky as if waiting for the sun to finally reveal itself behind the thick smog. the environment around the flower is oddly peaceful, it seems to flourish around strange rock structures that have stood the test of time.
the organization and people of the future have no recollection of what this was, or what it could have done. given the heavy radiation present in that area, as well as the entire landmass, many suspect it might have been made to try and extract and purify the growingly diseased land, but failed and has since been leaking that energy it sought to purify.
A TOWER.
another location present in the landmass that had been known as kalos. dangerous for its heavy doses of mega energy, and for the rapid and neverending growing black vines, bursting with life and mega radiation. this tower was suspected to be some sort of machine, although the nature or why it is now plagued with flowers is completely unknown.
unlike the flower, many suspect this tower was created as a means of mass destruction, with no other alternative insight for how such a horrifying thing that has only caused unstable and aggressive roots to completely consume a majority of the region to be anything more than a weapon of mass destruction.
people of the future speculate that these were made to oppose each other, perhaps the flower was designed to drain the mega energy coming off of the tower to cause nature to resume its growth in a more natural, peaceful way…although nothing has been confirmed; and due to the aggressive and dangerous nature of the entire landmass, these two landmarks, and many others nearby it are unable to be accessed, and likely will remain that way until more specialized modules can be made.
A SHRINE.
the shrine of the mythical celebi. Its name has been lost to time, but its purpose has not, at least those of the future believe. found in historical documents, the organization and the present peoples know of its existence, yet not how to find it. the region itself where it resided is unknown, and any expeditions in attempt to find the shrine have never been successful.
the creation of a specialized module with the capacity of manipulating time, of carrying the abilities of celebi…it would be truly world changing, and yet this shrine, and all shrines similar to it seemed to have disappeared along with their mythicals and legendaries.
A REBELLION.
despite the majority of society going along with the organization and its goals, some have still decided to rebel, to descent, to go into hiding out of the comforting and protective reach of the organization. although where these people have gone is unknown to the organization, to those that are a part of the growing rebellion–will know that the only place that they ever could be, for now, is beneath the surface.
many years prior to the present future, a few people found the messages of the organization to be too good to be true. they found the iron variants to be less about help, and more about control; and when some managed to break into one of the so called preservation facilities where real, living pokemon were taken…they found frozen pokemon, living things being turned into petri dishes for any and every experiment beneath the sun. horrified and disgusted, any attempt and revealing the truth was covered up and these rebels were forced to go into hiding.
safety came in the form of a location thought to be dangerous, and deadly to go near. what was previously known as the great crater of paldea, actually carried multiple of the slumbering legendaries.
rebels were guided to the sanctuary beneath the soil by a strange canine-like pokemon, later known to be a type of zygarde, into the depths of safety where yveltal and xerneas slumbered in their hibernated states, together and waiting. in addition, many terapagos, small fragments of a larger being deeper below them, also lived within the crystalline tunnels. the deeper these rebels went, the more they found, and the more they sought to protect, to keep secret until they were ready to go to the surface, and fully overtake the organization that had wanted to oppress and destroy them.
A WORLD.
what remains is a dying world, seemingly abandoned by its creators, and being left to the devices of people. those that seek to control every aspect of its revitalization, and others that wish to find and help the pokemon that had been taken in, just to be abused, experimented on, and forcefully preserved to likely never wake up.
to some, the future is grim; while to others they have finally found the hope they had been looking for to save their planet, their world, their entire lives.
the future is a mind field, and many have died to get it to the state it is in now, and many more will likely follow to their graves. either destroying it, or finally making it something close to how it used to be…when people and pokemon lived in harmony.
A COLLECTION.
the future has made many iron variants, some that have made their way to the present through the time machine, others that remain hidden from the present, locked away in their own time.
the helper modules that have been made include: iron plush, iron serpent, iron bundle, iron fairy, iron spout, and iron hands.
the guard modules that have been made include: iron valiant, iron jugulis, iron mane, iron thorns, and iron fin.
the capture modules that have been made include: iron moth, iron sleep, iron hunger, iron whale, and iron treads.
the transportation modules that have been made include: iron treads, iron serpent, iron shell, iron stack, and iron fish.
the specialized modules that have been made include: iron leaves, iron boulder, iron crown, and iron sword.
from an attempt, to a grand success. with the creation of the first iron variants, the ultrahumans and humans decided to create a force to bring everyone together; one that is official. one that will last the centuries, even as generations pass.
the organization, given different names since its debut, was made to help with the preservation efforts of pokemon, with the recovery of the environment, the flourishing of humanity, and the repair of the planet itself. efforts began to find places that remained unaffected by the harsh environments. the search for legendaries and mythicals was restarted, using these new iron variants. as they found more types of pokemon, they were able to create more variants.
engineers and scientists became the forefront of this new organization-ran society, as the fight for survival created the environment for seemingly never-ending advancement.
A BRIGHTER FUTURE.
although the world was still blanketed in radiation, and its environments still degraded with time, the spreading dread of irreversibility was beginning to slow to a halt. every effort around the world was spent in an attempt at saving everything. efforts became completely dedicated to the prevention of death, of extinction, of societal collapse. for the first time in centuries, maybe even in millennia, the future was looking bright, and hope was at an all time high.
by this time, humans and ultrahumans had fully assimilated, and hybrids were coming into being. a new form of humanity. with human biology, the children of both were no longer able to fully corrupt into ultra beasts, and those ultrahumans from the time of ultra space continued their long lives, keeping the history of ultra space, and ultra megalopolis from fading away into distant, and then deceased, memories.
now steadily decreasing the amount of damage upon the world, society shifted completely into preserving what once was, and what they hoped to recreate.
A TECHNOLOGY.
the iron variants were not the only advancement, however. technologies made to improve society were constructed. anything to make living more viable in their desolate world. most people live with respirators, mini air purifiers and masks that allowed to breathe without risk of poisoning their lungs. at one point, these were designed with both pokemon and people in mind, although with the future initiatives to keep living pokemon in organization facilities, these became dedicated to strictly people.
the organization is generous in providing enhancements to the body, to replacements for broken limbs. people were like machines, in a way, with broken parts replaced and made better. although in some ways, these enhancements caused those that had been crippled to be in debt to the organization. with limited charge requiring them to constantly be nearby organization facilities so that they may still be able to walk, or function, to avoid the battery running out completely.
there is even a conspiracy that the organization might purposefully get people injured to need these enhancements…although that’s never been confirmed, and the organization would likely never do something so selfish.
one of the most fruitful advancements were the nutrition chambers. chambers that one could simply enter whenever they hadn’t eaten, and they would be full. the unfortunate consequence, however, was that no matter how much the chambers were used, the feeling of being hungry, of starving, never faded. despite the feeling it left, after the invention of these chambers, nobody ever died of hunger again. consequently, many of those in the future do not eat, and have never tasted food.
A PRESERVATION.
the history of people, ultrahumans, science, art…pokemon. all of it was pushed to the forefront of society’s mind as efforts were made to collect every possible document, item, artifact, map that had ever existed across time, museums that had long since been collapsed were now being scavenged. secrets for untold time were being uncovered and brought to the limelight, then promptly taken by the organization to be preserved.
eventually, all of it would come back to belong to the public, but it needed to be kept safe. just as pokemon needed to be kept frozen in their current state. with the number of pokemon going extinct decreasing in its severity, but nonetheless still occurring, the organization began to create search parties of trained individuals accompanied by new and improved iron variants to find, capture, and bring living pokemon back to be given somewhere safe they could live until the outside world had finally been fully healed.
this, in combination with everything else, and the sudden growth in population required more help, more innovation. with finding more and more pokemon, material to create new and different iron variants was becoming increasingly possible. thus, the categories of iron variants were established.
A HELPER.
helper modules, the quality of life modules, those that were made so often to help people’s motivations. to do as pokemon apparently used to in the past, create hope, partnerships, help around and make living more tolerable. these helpers were used in multiple circumstances, they assisted in the transportation of clean food, before that became obsolete with the advancement of technology.
they cleaned and helped around the house, they protected children and the elderly; they gave presents to orphanages and helped those who were not able to help themselves. providing something joyous to those without homes, and creating an overall more joyful daily life! with the increasing amount of body modifications, including mechanical prosthetics, and the struggle for keeping homes powered; helper modules were also given the capacity to generate clean energy, and warm during the coldest times of the year.
There were many helper pokemon made, and more continue to be made; modules were additionally bound to overlap as technology grew more diverse.
iron plush, iron bundle, iron hands, iron fairy, iron serpent, iron thorns, and iron sprout are all considered to be helper modules.
A GUARD.
guard modules. the protectors of society, the variants that would replace the need for battling pokemon, in exchange for keeping those pokemon safe within the arms of the organization. designed and programmed with the purpose of helping people, protecting them; or defending territories and property. by contrast to the helper modules, these guards are lacking in emotional capacity, due to their function to abide by their territorial programming being deemed more important.
they are designed to guard, to protect, to eliminate threats. they are not helper modules in the way that they will help someone fight, they will simply neutralize the threat before it can hurt anyone or anything.
unfortunately, this attitude has caused guard modules to be feared by the public, and given their absolute programming, accidents with these machines often lead to severe injuries, or even death. even so, the organization insists in their importance, and that they remain the way they are; they are protecting everyone, and will not allow a threat to flourish ever again.
iron valiant, iron jugulis, iron mane, iron thorns, and iron fin are all considered to be guard modules.
A CAGE.
capture modules. the means to catch, cage, and bring about the preservation of pokemon. although capture modules can be used to arrest people, their prime purpose is to detect, and capture within themselves living pokemon. once they are contained, within their internal cavities, they may be brought out of the harsh environment of the world, and to the nearest organization facility to be preserved until the world is ready to have them once more.
capture modules are generally also capable of taking samples, and deeming whether or not a pokemon is deceased or not, to properly go about the collection of any remnants to be brought back to an organization facility. these modules often contain bones, and corpses, as to obtain proper dna samples.
capture modules are often accompanied by a guard module, and even a transportation module.
iron moth, iron sleep, iron hunger, and iron whale are all considered to be capture modules.
A VEHICLE.
transportation modules. designed for all types of transportation, let it be of people, large objects, supplies, pokemon, other iron variants, anything and everything. These modules are often capable of adjusting their shape, growing, and shrinking to better equip the transportation of living things and/or goods. these are also some of the largest iron variants ever built.
these variants are often used to transport people in clean air vessels, completely replacing the need for cars, planes, or boats. with the ability to filter air inside of them, they are one of the few places one could be, without the need of a ventilation mask.
in addition, they have been known to be used to recover and move injured people and pokemon during crises.
iron treads, iron serpent, iron shell, iron stack, and iron fish are all considered to be transportation modules.
A SOLUTION.
although the multiple types of modules were good for categorizing, there were two types that either fit all, or were seemingly the catch all solution society, and the world, really needed. service modules, and specialized modules.
any iron variant can be a service module, meant to replace service pokemon; these are designated by their chrome colour, being made easily identifiable amidst a crowd of normal iron variants. due to the growing amount of physical and mental disabilities as the world drives further into chaos, even after everything; these were deemed as necessities to create. giving people a ‘pokemon’ equivalent that is programmed to be far more emotional and mimic the behavior of a real pokemon.
oftentimes, these are designed with specialized purposes, and trained to specifically know how to help and handle their assigned person. let it be to charge prosthetic limbs, support someone during an emotional breakdown, or fix equipment like ventilation equipment. they are designed with a higher capacity than the normal iron variants.
specialized modules, on the other hand, can do so much more.
when the organization caught its first mythical pokemon, there was a sudden flood of hope. these pokemon that had seemingly disappeared from the world were finally being found, and brought back to be helped, as well as to finally help society. virizion, terrakion, cobalion, and keldeo had all been retrieved, but rather than being allowed free for everyone to see; the world learned of the brand new, and the first of their kind.
specialized modules, made with collected samples of each of the mythical pokemon with their own purposes that far surpassed a normal iron variant.
iron leaves, iron crown, and iron boulder; made to completely restore dead land through terraforming, photosynthesizing, and building, leading. iron sword, not yet completed, is said to be able to create and purify any kind of water.
not only that, but these were specifically designed to track and be able to bring down other legendaries and mythical pokemon. if successful, more specialized modules can be created to further the advancement of society, and recover the world from it’s desolate state. rescuing these hidden pokemon, while also using their capabilities without stressing out the originals.
yet still, there were places still unreachable by society, by people. either through their environment being far too toxic, deadly, to even be in close proximity…or through the dangers of ultra beasts and other strange, powerful creatures making it difficult to come close…or areas that seemingly exist, but were unable to be reached for one reason or another. these have been documented, yet a solution to their existences have yet to be made.
the organization assures that with more specialized modules, and further advancements, they will be able to go anywhere, and nothing will stand in their way to bringing about the revitalization of this degrading world.
IN THE PRESENT, a group of researchers found the properties of THE GREAT CRATER OF PALDEA to be equipped at making time itself the true pandora's box to open and let free. however, the crater proved to be detrimental to the health of all that entered it’s depths. It was only when one person remained, the professor, that the work would finally come to its conclusion and a TIME MACHINE was made.
capable of pulling not only from the past or even the future...but many versions of those futures. the versions of utopia, those of utter destruction, those of nothing, those of everything.
this is one of those futures.
A DEGRADING WORLD.
the world, not a few millennia from the present, is desolate. the world is on fire, the land is filled with poisons, the oceans are polluted, evaporating into an acidic atmosphere. people and pokemon struggle to survive, and efforts to make it better are difficult to accomplish between society's collapse and nature losing its ability to breathe on its own. the radiation from machines of great accomplishments grow unstable with time, and life itself fights for its survival.
legendaries and those of myth began to disappear; some believed they abandoned the world, others speculated that their eventual return would bring about the world's new beginning.
while the world's life clung to existence, the light of a distant space began to squirm and cry out for the last time.
AN ULTRA CRISIS.
ultra space's collapse was an inevitability. since even before the time machine was made, the effects of an injured god had long since grown far beyond repair. the ultra retcon squad continued to spread its reach across the entirety of ultra space, from dimension to dimension, to the dying world, to others that had completely blacked out. trying anything, everything, to fight for their survival; for the light of ultra space to finally return.
the scientific society drove to hysteria in its continued failure, and all the while the injured beast waited while its light faded further and further. chaos would come, when the fanatics of the mass euphoria of an incoming death released the enraged god into a reality that had just taken its final steps into its own grave.
A FLEETING LIGHT.
the hour the god was released carried the final minutes of natural light in ultra space. it consumed it all in an instant and became a star that then went supernova. ultra megalopolis grew chaotic as their final hour drew closer to its finale. using the ultra beasts they had access to in some desperate attempt as escape from the reality they, themselves, had broken through an injury made many, many millennia ago. long dead religions that had been suppressed by the all consuming mind finally reawakened. some ultrahumans sought to hold their loved ones close, others cried out for the life they had lost the right to have, while the rest took their leave.
those that remained in darkness would witness the death of a god, and the awakening of a slumbering entity. an entity that would soon rewrite this darkened space into colour, into memory remade. ultra necrozma's screech was heard across every reality, far expanding the reaches of ultra space, of existence as its fleeting light finally died. the pieces that had been held together by photons dimmed, and collapsed into non-existence.
the god's final scream then awoke its cleaved love.
ASSIMILATION.
the first glimmer of a new light brought hope, brought a memory of a time before the injury. those that remained in ultra space suddenly began to remember the light of beginnings. of how it used to be. although they could not yet see that the terror of existing would soon begin to cycle.
the ultrahumans that remained were given the same sudden euphoria as a dose of nihilego venom might provide. a joyous feeling. to remember when necrozma's light was bonded with another, a world of forever memory that resided in the depths of the ultra deep sea. for the star of the highest space, and the crystal of the deepest depth were the entities that kept such an archipelago of worlds in stability. when ultra megalopolis was the capital, rather than the only thing left of ultrahuman society. before the people of ultra space had to adapt to the dimming light. paradise had not yet been lost.
they remembered joy, then they remembered pain. being struck with the pain that necrozma had felt when it had been injured by the ancestors of those now clawing at the last remnants of life. it made those that remain relive it over and over. the pain of a cleave causing the entity now awoken to slumber all those millennia ago. the injury and cleave of a bond creating the nihilego from ultrahumans so close to the grand entity at the depths of the ultra deep sea.
for a moment, there was nothing. silence in the dark nothingness, as if the entity in the depths was beginning to fall back to sleep.
then overwhelming colour. the assimilation of memories into reality. lives bend to the will of an incomprehensible thing that was from before there was anything, before there was nothing at all, only the beginning breathes of those that inhaled the incomprehensible. the remaining ultrahumans' cries turned to laughter, turned to evolution being replayed from the beginning, to the end, over and over. ultra space became a cycle of birth and death, the now awoken entity used ultrahumans, ultra beasts, and all matter to recreate all it had remembered.
the ultrahumans and ultra beasts that remained in ultra space were clay for it to mold. to turn into pieces of a game it had played outside of time and space. to live, and die, yet never stay. pumped with euphoria, with a hysterical joy that this was the dream they were always meant to have. to become everything that had ever been, and will ever be.
A LEGACY.
with ultra space now the playground of an existential entity, those that left ultra space would never return. fleeing to the only place they could think to, the world of pokemon. one they had since abandoned after years of no solution provided by an alliance between ultrahuman and human. nothing that would fix their now deceased god.
yet they arrived to a familiar sight, the degrading world. instead of giving up, however, the ultrahumans offered their technology, their help. all they could to prevent this world from dying too. for once, their selfishness had ceased; and after witnessing the end of their own reality, they did not seek for another death to occur. to save the only world left for both societies, everyone left came together. a last ditch effort at survival.
with the ultrahuman technologies, far more advanced than anything on earth, and the ambitions of people and pokemon who have survived despite the worsening conditions...things began to look up. efforts to decrease the amount of pollution were working, and preservation efforts of what remained stable were advancing at a previously unseen rate.
yet the radiation that has blanketed the planet had begun to take its effect on the radiation sensitive ultrahumans.
A DANGER.
in addition to some ultra beasts that had escaped ultra space when the assimilation and awakening of the slumbering entity began, ultra beasts began to appear on earth through another, far more painful way.
corruption was an unstudied science to the ultrahumans. ultra megalopolis had enough problems in trying to fix necrozma. to the leaders of megalopolis, the suppression of the true nature of ultrahumans' possible transformations seemed more beneficial than not. yet the world of pokemon was filled with a variety of different types of radiation, both deadly and beneficial to ultrahumans. mega energy, however, had been overwhelmingly prominent.
ultrahumans that had been giving all they could to help the planet survive began to corrupt, to turn into the ultra beasts they resembled. panic erupted from as humans and yet-to-be corrupted ultrahumans began to rush for a defense, a solution, anything to survive this sudden flood of overwhelmingly strong beasts.
together, they found files of an attempt. something that had been made before, a design that could be improved amidst this fight for survival.
AN ATTEMPT.
type:null, later the unbound silvally. it was a solution produced by a foundation long obscured and mostly forgotten. yet its roots remained ingrained in the grounds of humanity. if the ultra beast hunter could be found, or remade, or its design improved, not only could it be used to protect them from ultra beasts...but maybe it could be used for more. after all, pokemon have always helped their partners, and pokemon all across the world were coming to their end.
they needed a way to bring them back, to save them, to preserve them. the now assimilated society--ultrahumans and humans--began to work together to recreate the ultra beast hunter. to make something greater.
success came at the cost of many ultrahumans corrupting. efforts to try and reverse the process began as the first recreations of the silvally hunted and captured, preserved. they began to target more than just ultra beasts, but pokemon as well. finding those that were dying, to try and bring them somewhere they could be helped--or frozen in time until they could be helped in the future.
together, a threat had been lessened to an inconvenience, but it wasn't quite enough yet. together, society decided that they could do more to prevent something like this again.
A SUCCESS.
the attempt at creating ultra beast hunters was by all means a success, but there was more to be done. taking pokemon that were considered helpful, but also unique in their existences, people began to experiment. to find ways to not only save pokemon, but also to create an equivalent that could survive these harsh environments.
using the template of the chimeric silvally, the first iron variants were created. a metallic substitute for pokemon, created through the creation of a metal that was bound by the cells and dna of a pokemon. created in their visage, but given the purpose of helping people, and the world. of the six pokemon used to create these, three were successes, while three were failures.
furfrou, rotom, and porygon. furfrou created no success, rotom had potential but ultimately was a failure. the closest to something was porygon, however it was also a failure. for now, all three were incompatible.
eevee, cyclizar, and rockruff, however, were successful and deemed able to be moved forward to create the first iron variants.
iron plush, capable of temporarily changing its form into multiple different ones for utility, based on eevee. a normal/electric type, and the framework for helper modules. iron mane, based off of lycanroc, the evolved form of rockruff. the first guard module that carried a ferocity and loyalty unmatched; rock/steel type. finally, iron serpent, based around cyclizar and the most adaptive design, one that would be iterated upon for years after; dragon/electric type, and the first transport module.
team.
turnip. iron thorns. lvl63.
citrus. iron moth. lvl58.
tangerine. rotom. lvl10
personality traits.
stubborn, quiet, tired, skiddish, isolated, paranoid around strangers, stiff around living pokemon, friendly around machines or object/man-made pokemon.
history.
pardalis is from the very very distant future, likely over thousands of years from present. they are apart of an engineering family that works for "The Organization." pardalis was raised to be able to eventually conceptualize, create, and repair iron variants. their father had personally assisted in the creation of iron thorns, iron serpents, then later the iron sword trio.
when pardalis was about 5, they witnessed a creature, a living...breathing pokemon. rather than telling anyone and risking the pokemon run off, they snuck out and began to follow it. the pokemon--some kind of zorua--lead them to a place with high fences and buildings made of metal and tech...but pardalis didn't even notice, too focused on the possibility that they are seeing something that breathes. this did not end well, as just as pardalis realized where they were, they felt a sharp pain across their body and the sound of a machine that has found a trespasser. pardalis was eventually found before they bled out and had to be given prosthetics for all of their limbs except for their right arm. soon after their recovery, they were provided an iron thorns--made with a shiny coat to signify that it was a service pokemon--which would be able to not only help them walk in necessary, but also charge their limbs. pardalis lived quiet from there, seeing a few more living pokemon but never following them, only watching as they'd hide away.
though one day...they felt something inside them, a need to follow. they snuck outside once more, this time with their iron thorns...rather than seeing a zorua, they saw a glorious bird of fire and rainbow feathers flying across the sky, leaving rainbows rather than smog. however, just as they heard the door of their home open, a great portal opened and they were dragged alongside their iron thorns into the past. when they awoke, they were in a room of crystals and machinery. their limbs were dead and they were surrounded by other paradoxes, some from their time, some different. turnip had grabbed them and taken them out into caverns of crystal, hiding.
something went wrong, as soon as their limbs were charged, turnip started to glitch and then went to attack pardalis. they ran out, into the main part of area zero. at the time, they had worn their farigiraf hood and by luck a herd of girafarig and farigiraf took them in rather than attacking them. as soon as they had recovered, pardalis set out to find and hopefully reprogram turnip back to it's original settings--pardalis assuming that whatever happened just briefly funked with the machinery. they knew that if they didn't get turnip under control soon, their limbs would die and they would likely soon follow.
with the help of the herd, they were able to corner and jump onto turnip to quickly reprogram it.
later on, pardalis wanted to see if other iron variants(future paradoxes) could be reprogrammed and they successfully "fixed" an iron moth, who they would name citrus.
presently, pardalis lives within area zero, trying to find a way home.