(^_^)

Daisy

Yeah, That happens a lot. When people don't listen it just makes it worse. But it's their fault.

Klein Cove

Spectrum's eyes light up

Spectrum: <You really think my voice was a gift? Wow...>

Maekrite -sads at Pentigan: <Awww… shame peoplemons don't appreciate the stories... when I was this small-> -- points to Silentran♂, who blushes and buffs -- <I loved the stories marli and the elders told. In particular the story of the little Nido and the pfeffil.> -- nostalgiasighs.

Algira: <Why it feels like it was a gift!> -- flutters around Spectrum -- <And I guess if you are happy then your colors are exuberant or something.>

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/iDHfJxr3

PEFE-B

Merle: <....Trial by Bonemerang? That sounds....almost interesting.> I figure I can probably dodge any thrown objects...

Klein Cove

Spectrum: <Thank you, pretty bug.>

She then hears the council's decision

Spectrum: <Ooh, Trial by Bonemerang sounds fun!>

Pentigan

<Heh, thanks guys.> ^_^

-Overhears the mention of Trial by Boomerang-

<That sounds... Problematic?>

Klein Cove, After Whoever Is Doing A Trial By Bonemerang Elected To Do So

Polaris: OK then, the rest of you who will be judged by the dead, I will meet you outside... Come along, Fruit Necklace, I need somebody who knows bonelore.

Fruit Necklace: Sheesh.

Wiseglasses Tropius: Very well, now to announce the summary judgment. Since you did, by accident or not, contribute to the upheaval of our communities, most of which are now quite misorganized by out standards...

Half-Blind Steelix: You all get to put everything back where it's supposed to be!

Basket: lucky break...

Tangent: Yeah, we can rearrange everything from the mainframe now that it's fixed...

[spoiler]Heading off, if you want to do a trial by Bonemerang, feel free to slip that in.

Yeah, I can finally hear the last of these darn recordings while we're reorganizing.

Mainframe Room

-Sighs to myself while looking around at everyone working to reset the modules-

It kind of reminds me of the Sky Keep actually.

Muddy: Less thinking, more listening to the recording Tagg.

Cobalt: And run an antivirus this time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

-Puts the holotape in the receptacle, which for some reason repeats every other recording for everyone who wasn't there before starting a new entry-

We...we did it. After all of this time spent fighting, we've finally broken the back of draconic power in Angela. The power armor gave us the edge we needed to beat them. I ended up fighting their leader, a Salamence going by the sobquiet of Julda, or "man hunter", in single combat within Angela's capital. Turns out he was a Tongue, a master of the Voice, and nearly killed me during our duel. In the end though, I proved the smarter fighter, and I added two more fangs to my necklace.

So there I was, at the age of 21, the unlikely leader of a rebel movement that managed to liberate a region. Of course, as we started picking up the pieces of the lives shattered by this event, I was drawn to other matters. Sure we may have beaten the dragons, but to my deepest regret we were unable to revert all of the humans that had been transfigured. Also, immediately I could see the effects as others figured out this awful truth, and started spreading bedlam all over the place. By my estimate within the next century humanity would be no more than a forgotten dream as we entered a second Dark Age, this one possibly lasting forever. What use do mons have for human living after all?

-With a great resolve-

I was not about to let that happen. Humanity may have been as good as dead, but I wasn't about to let our legacy die with our works.

Basket: Oooh, this part sounds important!

Tangent: Yeah, we didn't see a dark age here...

Mainframe

So I got a bunch of us together, my old friends and the new ones we made over the course of the rebellion, and together we formed the Brotherhood of Steel. (Yeah, the name was my idea.) Since I beat Joshua (Who became a Medicham.) to the name of his past preserving organization, he named his group the Cult of the Elder Dustox. While we focused on different things, our groups still share close ties today.

Gamer made his own group? I'm actually pretty impressed.

About a couple years later I started sending spies out to ascertain the conditions of the other regions using the space tunnels. I learnt that poor Straw died fighting the dragons before they even dropped the bomb on Kanto from Xatu. I went to Sinnoh a couple times...to visit DS' grave and all. While I was there I spoke with Wolf occasionally and even offered him a chance to come join us, but he declined. Some of the local mons found these strange ruins and called it Chrome Town, hoping to settle it. I wish them good luck with that.

I've spent the past several years here in Angela, making only the occasional trip to the outside. As leader, I don't have the same freedoms I used to. Some of the stuff I did...like the time I took on that Gastrodon necromancer to save my sister's soul, not to mention defeating that corrupt slimeball Richton soon afterwards...was pretty much business as usual. I was able to, with great difficulty, track down my parents and place them here. No telling what happened to the rest of my family though...

-Long pause-

I...tried to go back to PEFE HQ once, to see Tracer and Tangent. We gave the local mons quite a scare I have to say. While it was nice to see them again, (I see I wasn't the only one to get hitched.) I felt rather...empty. Like I didn't belong, that home just didn't feel like home anymore. Just being around here reminded me of when those dragons permanently damaged the facility. Tangent told me they've been trying, but to no result. I really worry about his sanity, I can feel that that frustration's getting to him.

-Sighs-

So I left, back to Angela where I felt like I was actually making a difference. Ironic how a region I used to despise has become the only place that feels like home. (The fact that my birth home is currently being overrun by ferals certainly helps that feeling.) Well, with all this lamenting I'm doing, things aren't all that bad.

-Smirks-

By the end of this month, I'll be a dad. If the hatching's a girl, I think I know who we'll name her after.

Muddy: So...that's it then?

Coulomb: -Lifts me into a hug- Kind of sad if you ask me.

Coulomb...you can let go of me.

Cobalt: -Looking at one of the monitors- There's something else on that thing, but it's encrypted.

-Starts using his super-intelligence to decrypt it-

And...done.

Alright then, let's see what you're hiding.

-My voice comes up again, but this time, it's elderly-

I think I might be one of the few out of our group who haven't keeled over from old age yet...but I feel the Spirit World calling every day. I made this message to inform those who listen to it of a great truth. We believed that we were effectively the last of humanity. Once we died, save for the people who became long-lived mons, our species would die with us. Even spread it elsewhere to quell any crazies like those few surviving seven jerk dragon sympathizers.

-Coughs a bit before speaking again-

Well, I'm here to tell you the truth. We found some old goverment files in one of our sweeps, detailing plans to try to hold the dragons back. Well, after reading those we came to one conclusion. Humanity...is not dead. It lives. Great Vaults were constructed to hold some of the Angelan population, sparing them from the bombs that turned everyone else into mons. I've heard rumors about some who've even wandered out of their Vaults and joined the greater populations, though they've proven impossible to verify.''

-Chuckles-

Nearly the end of my natural lifespan, and I find a treasure like this. To those who've found this, I implore you not to spread it around. Some will most likely not be ready for this revelation, and will act as my old species did to the unfamiliar long ago. Now I'll give this to Xatu, and he'll leave it where it won't fall into the wrong hands...

-The recording ends-

Muddy: Did he say what I think he said?

Bohr: So all the humans aren't gone?

-To me-

I guess I know where you want to go.

Yeah...Angela.

(Edited out for sequential reflection by Every)