I'm really feeling it!
I'm really feeling it!
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Welcome to another relaxing installment of Spacemon, the tale of a Pokemon TRPG campaign! It is a sci-fi space epic played using the Pokemon Tabletop United (PTU) system and GMed by fellow TAY author DragonStorm247. You can get caught up on our previous adventures here!


Previously on Spacemon…

The crew of the UAS Helix faced off with fighting type gym leader Jerome MacJabber! Battling their way through the tournament-style Fighting Gym one round at a time, the crew made tons of money winning fights and betting on matches until they reached the gym leader! The exciting battle ended in a one-on-one showdown between Alex’s Lampent and MacJabber’s Blaziken which resulted in a double knockout! In the end, the victory was given to Team Helix and they earned the Belt Badge!

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After their exciting victory in the Fighting Gym, the crew returns to the Helix for some much needed rest and relaxation. But soon it’s back to business and the crew meets up on the bridge to plan their next move.


“I think we should begin planning for the conference,” Shane tells his crewmates. “It is a month away but we really need to figure out how to get ourselves on the ship.”

“We can be Space Ninjas and sneak aboard!” Alex blurts out, but no one takes her seriously.


“Seeing that we’ve re-confirmed that I’m going to be the saviour of the universe, I feel that I should be invited to whatever I deem necessary,” says H. “So it will be easy to obtain an invitation. I will simply go and ask.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Morgan tells him.

“Well, why not?” H asks her. “I am an important individual doing important things and will continue to do more important things.”


“Yes, but I’m not sure the rest of the universe will think that as well,” Shane points out.

“That’s because the rest of the universe is useless, as per usual,” says H. “If they are so useless then why don’t we just ignore them and move on?”


“Going to this conference is very important,” Morgan tells him.

“And the only people who can get into the conference are those who are deemed important by most people,” Shane adds.


“Most people?” H asks. “That doesn’t make any sense. If we know anything about Human history it’s that ‘most people’ are a bunch of idiots!”

“You don’t make any sense,” Alex retorts.

“Oh, be quiet,” H snaps at her. “Let me rant!”

“Enough of this,” says Shane. “We need a plausible way of acquiring invitations.”


“That Graves woman,” says Morgan. “She’s pretty important. Maybe she could get us in.”

“Yeah, the Admiral?” Shane asks.


“Hmm. Maybe we should talk to her.”

“It couldn’t hurt.”

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“But the issue is contacting her,” Shane points out as he tries looking up the FNS Halberd, Graves’s ship, and finds nothing. “She’s on a military vessel so it’s not like we can just look up where it is or how to contact it. So, anyone got another idea?

“What if we, like, hack the Federation and steal some invitations?” Alex suggests.


“That might work,” Shane tells her. “But I really don’t want to risk potentially making yet another enemy. We should try to obtain invitations by legal means.”

“What if we could get a politician to get us in?” Dmitri suggests.

“That’s actually a great idea,” Shane tells him. He then turns to Morgan and says. “Morgan, do you think you could get in contact with a politician from Parisia?”


“Why me?” she asks.

“Well, you’re the only one who has anything close to political connections,” Shane tells her. “It’s our best shot.”


“Alright,” Morgan agrees. “Minerva, set a course for Parisia.”

“Sure thing, boss,” the pilot responds. She begins firing up the engines in preparation for departing from Siogern VI.


“Alright, now we have something of a plan,” says Shane. “But we still need to figure out who we can get on to the ship.” He looks at Morgan, Dmitri, and Alex. “It will be easy to get you three on the ship once we have passes. But I’m not so sure H will be able to blend in. And as for me…” he trails off as he holds up his branded arm. “I’m going to have to sneak on board digitally.”

“Wait, what?” Alex asks.

“Oh yeah,” Shane tells her. “You don’t know. Well-”

“Look,” H cuts Shane off. “As you know, he is my rival, and as my rival he is just as well versed in the art of augmentation as I am, myself. He simply goes off in a different field. And one of the augmentations he has applied to himself is the ability to go inside the world of technology, for whatever reason he would want to do that.”


Alex stares at H in confusion, not really understanding anything she just heard. She look over to Shane and sees a confused expression on his face as well. “What?” she asks.

“What H means to say,” Morgan interjects. “Is that… Shane is, um, different.”

“Different how?” Alex asks her.

“Simply put, I’m kind of a glitch in reality. I don’t even know how I exist,” Shane explains. He walks up to the bridge computer and touches one of its ports. Shane vanishes, only to appear on the viewscreen. He waves at Alex as she stares in awe.


“You can go… inside a computer?” Alex asks.

“Yes,” Shane replies matter-of-factly. “What about it?”

“Oh my God, that’s so cool!” Alex squeals in excitement.

Things aboard the Helix settle down as the ship departs from Siogern, the crimson gas giant fading from view. Dmitri walks alone down the corridor on his way back to his room. He feels as if he’s being followed. By what, he is not sure. He turns but there is nothing behind him. He tries to shrug it off as he continues on to his room, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being followed.

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Image Credit - Starkiteckt

On the other end of the ship, Morgan approaches Shane’s warp lab. The vision she saw in the Warp the other day has been gnawing at her in the back of her mind and she needs to talk to someone about it.


“Morgan, you okay?” Shane asks when he sees Morgan enter the room with a perturbed look on her face.

“Can you turn that off for a sec?” Morgan asks him, eyeing the active warp drive in the center of the room.


“Yea, sure,” he tells her as he shuts off the drive.

“I wanted to ask you about something,” Morgan explains, relaxing a bit now that the warp drive is inactive. “Do you remember the first time we turned the warp drive on?”


“Right… Yeah, that.”

“Did you, um, see anything?” Morgan asks nervously.

“No? Just the Warp. It was out of control.”

“When it went out of control like that… I had another vision.”

“Really? What did you see?”

“I’m not really sure. It was a ship… full of people and Pokemon and it got hit by meteors. But I’m not sure where it was going… or when.”


“I’m not sure what to make of that,” Shane tells her.

“Never mind. It probably doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“Do you think maybe Gilgamesh knows something about it? He mentioned something about the Gardener?”


“Honestly, I’m not even sure if I even understand what Gilgamesh is talking about half the time. Like I said, it’s probably not important anyway. Sorry to bother you.” She turns and leaves the room. It’s a lie and she knows it, but she wants it to be true.

Shane isn’t buying that one bit, but doesn’t feel like telling Morgan that is the right call. He turns to try to get back to work, but the thought of the Gardener begins to gnaw at him and he is unable to focus.


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When the Helix arrives back on Parisia, the crew splits up to take care of business. Armstrong provides H with a shopping list of equipment they will need to begin work on their experiments, as well as a bottle of 3488 vintage wine for when they complete the procedure, and sends him off to get them. Shane, Dmitri, and Alex go off to browse for TMs and other gear while Morgan goes to meet with Councilor Sophia Fontaine, her representative in the Genevan parliament.

“Hi, I’d like to speak with Ms. Fontaine, please,” Morgan asks the receptionist when she arrives at Sophia Fontaine’s office.


“Do you ‘ave an appointment?” he curtly asks her in his thick French accent.

“No…” Morgan tells him. “Do I need an appointment?”

He silently hands her a form to fill out with her information, just to verify her citizenship, and that she is one of Councilor Fontaine’s constituents.


“What is the nature of zis appointment?” he asks when Morgan returns the form.

“Well, I was hoping to obtain invitations to the Galactic Governance Conference,” Morgan tells him.


“Very well,” he sighs. “And what makes you so special enough as to deserve such an invitation?”

“Well, uh, we were involved in the Battle of Solace Prime and we wanted to present some of our findings on the Genesect at the conference,” Morgan tells him. While not entirely false, it is also not the reason that they want to get into the conference. “You see, the Genesect have a very interesting biological-mechanical interface and despite being cybernetically augmented clones of prehistoric Pokemon they still display a number of fascinating behavioral patterns indicative of Pokemon evolutionary history.”


“Okay… Well I ‘ave no way of verifying if any of what you just said is true but I will let you in and I will let you make your case to ze councilor.”

Morgan walks into the office and sees the councilor sitting at her desk. She looks up at Morgan when she sees her enter and puts on a fake politician’s smile. “‘Ello, ‘ow can I ‘elp you?” she asks.


“Look, we really need invitations to the Galactic Governance Conference,” Morgan tells her bluntly. The councilor’s fake smile falters for a moment. “My team and I have been researching in the field of advanced augmentation techniques and we’ve figured out a way to increase human capacity for augmentations and we’d like to present our findings at the conference.”

“While zat does sound very interesting, I don’t see ‘ow it is relevant to zis conference,” Councilor Fontaine tells her. “Why not present zis at a more appropriate technological venue?”


“We believe these findings are so important that they could have massive impact on both political and military policy.”

“So, it’s a matter of integrating with current war policy?”


“So, what can you tell me about ze project itself? Who is ze lead researcher?”

“Well, we had been working with Dr. Louis Armstrong before his recent disappearance but fortunately we were far enough along that we were able to complete the research and would like to present our findings. We have a subject who has been heavily augmented and showcases the advancements we have made.”


“Alright. Why don’t we set up an appointment for Monday? Why don’t you bring ze rest of your team in and we can discuss things further?”

“Alright,” Morgan agrees.

The following morning, Armstrong and H begin preparations to begin the procedure to transform H into the next-generation cyborg Armstrong had envisioned. The final components they need are delivered to the Helix and they put everything together. Once the preparations are complete, Armstrong straps H in and begins the first round of nanobot injections.

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Over the next several hours, the injected nanobots introduce mechanical additions to his DNA and organelles, cell by cell. Soon, his cells start autonomously producing all sorts of nanites, and his tissues become metallically charged.


H awakens as Sunday night rolls around. With the procedure complete, Armstrong calls the rest of the crew to the lab. They gather to see H start to come around. His eyes open to reveal they now glow bright green. As his heart hums, pulses of green energy flow down his veins. His augmentations are visibly more integrated into his body; a perfect symbiosis of man and machine.

“We’ve done it,” Armstrong tells H, placing his hands upon the cyborg’s shoulders. “How do you feel, my boy?”


“I feel incredible!” H exclaims as he leaps to his feet. “It’s time to truly achieve perfection!”

That night, as Dmitri tries to sleep, he finds himself tormented by nightmares. He tosses and turns, mumbling in his sleep as the same person who he felt following him pursues him in his dreams.


He awakens in a state of sleep paralysis, aware of his surroundings but unable to move. Something is in the room with him. He can see a figure shrouded in darkness lurking in the corner. His heart begins to race as it creeps closer.

Dmitri reaches out with his mind and touches something very dark. He immediately recoils into himself, wishing he hadn’t done that. The figure moves closer still, now standing over Dmitri’s bed, still surrounded by darkness. His heart is pounding in his chest now and he whimpers in fear as the figure reaches out to him.


Suddenly Morgan enters the room, the light from the hall illuminating the dark room. Dmitri quickly sits up, finally waking from his paralysis, and sees Morgan standing in the doorway; the figure is gone.

“Do you always talk in your sleep?” Morgan asks, sounding quite annoyed.

“How would I know; I’m asleep?” Dmitri asks her between ragged breaths, his heart still racing.


“Well, what happened?”

“Somebody, or something, is following me.”

“I don’t think so…”

“I can feel its presence.”

“Can you see it?”

“I haven’t been able to get a good look at it.”

“Well, it was probably just a bad dream… So, I’m going to go back to sleep, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t scream.”


Morgan leaves the room and the door shuts behind her, the light fading from the room. Dmitri releases Wilhelm and has the Haunter keep an eye on the room as he tries to go back to sleep.

He hears someone faintly call out.


And thus begins a long and restless night.

The following day, the crew prepares for their meeting with Councilor Fontaine. Morgan brings H a set of clothes she purchased for him and sternly tells him, “Put these on.”


“Why do I need to put these on?” he asks, clearly not happy with the idea.

“We’re going to a meeting with an important person,” Morgan tells him. “And when you meet with important people you put pants on.”


“No. You wear your finest. This is my finest. I am wearing a labcoat. The labcoat is the true genius that is science. It is the representation of all that science stands for and the uniform that is used to portray it into infinity.”

“H put on some pants!” Shane shouts into the room as he walks past.

“Why pants?” H asks. “They are incredibly restrictive and uncomfortable and pointless.”


“You’ve never even worn pants,” Morgan points out.

“Yes. But they look uncomfortable.”

“Can you at least try them?”

“Give me one good reason why I need to wear these… things.”

“So we can complete the mission and get ourselves into the conference.”

“What could they have against simply a lab coat? It is all you need.”

“We’re going to meet with a very important politician and I’m sure she would appreciate it if you wear pants. Otherwise, we’re not going to be able to get into the conference.”


“Why can’t I just skip this silly meeting?”

“I told her that we wanted to go to the conference because we had done some research with augmentations and that means you.”


“So you need me for something again because I’m me? Why can’t I simply be elsewhere doing other important things?”

“She wants to see the progress we’ve made. We’re going to show you off to her and, eventually, to everyone at that conference.”


“Ooooh, so it’s not a requirement of being there because you need me in order to progress. It is so that we can show others the progression we have made! Yes, we are planning the steps to do this. This is the perfect time! You’ve done something right! Celebrate in this! This is fantastic! Why pants, though? Some silly requirement of the idiot people, I assume.”

“Yes,” Morgan tells him.

“Well,” H sighs. “I shall convince them otherwise… but some things must be done for progress.” He begrudgingly takes the pants and starts to put them on.


“You’re putting them on backwards,” Morgan informs him. “The part with the zipper goes in front.”

“Stupid social constructs with their complicated meanings and messages,” H complains as he takes the pants off. “Why don’t they just come with an instruction manual?”


“Most people learn to put them on when they are very young.”

“Most people are stupid, and most people aren’t enlightened.”

“Well if they can do it, then so can you.”

After quite an ordeal, Morgan finally manages to get H to get fully dressed. H finds the clothes to be more comfortable than he would have expected, but the thought of dressing like this still makes him feel quite uncomfortable.


The two of them then head off with Dmitri and Alex to meet with Councilor Fontaine. As they arrive at the office Morgan instructs everyone on how to handle the meeting. “Let me handle the talking. Only speak when spoken to.”

“I’ll let you handle the public stupidity,” H replies.

When they get inside, Morgan approaches the receptionist again. “Do you ‘ave an appointment?” he asks her.


“Yes, I do,” Morgan replies.

“Very well, go right in.”

“‘Ello again,” Councilor Fontaine says as the crew enters the office. “I see you brought ze rest of your research team.”


“Yes, I have,” Morgan replies. “This is Dmitri and Alex, and this is Subject H. As you can see, he has been outfitted with a number of augmentations including, most recently, a complete conversion of his somatic cells to a biomechanical hybrid.” The councilor looks on with interest as Morgan pulls out a Pokeball and releases her Pikachu. “This overcomes many of the common problems associated with advanced augmentation, most notably the complete elimination of augmentation shock.” Morgan nods and her Pikachu gives H a shock which does not affect him at all.

“‘Ow much can ‘e withstand?” the councilor asks.

“Much more than we were capable of producing in a lab setting,” Morgan informs her.


“Really?” the councilor asks curiously.

Morgan nods again and her Pikachu slams into H with Volt Tackle. H is knocked over but he quickly hops to his feet and brushes himself off, completely fine.



“The exact mechanisms are somewhat proprietary,” Morgan tells the councilor. “But if allowed to present at the conference I’m sure we could acquire a number of supporters and investors.”


“So tell me about ze rest of your team ‘ere,” the councilor tells Morgan as she eyes the others in the room.

“This is Alex Hawthorne, our intern. As the most junior member of the team, she assists with a variety of tasks in the lab. She is learning very rapidly and I believe once her time with us is complete she will be very successful scientist in her own right. And this is Dmitri Smirnitsky. He has experience with a number of more obscure sciences and had been quite useful in the development of new augmentations.”


“What sort of sciences?” the councilor asks.

“Dmitri is an occult researcher, but his experience with ancient technology has proven essential in the discovery of new materials crucial to the development of this project.”


“What other work ‘ave you done prior to zis project?” the councilor asks, approaching Dmitri.

“Before this project, I was part of a small team that created an organic substance with unique properties. It is still being researched, but it has proven to be quite promising in its uses,” Dmitri tells her, referring to the warp goo he had created with H months earlier.


“Interesting,” says the councilor. She then turns her attention to Alex. “Alex, was it? What can you tell me about yourself? You’re an intern now, but where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to be a Pokeball engineer,” Alex tells her. “Hopefully my experience with this project will help me achieve that dream.”


Satisfied with these answers, Councilor Fontaine turns her attention to H. “What can you tell me about your subject here?” she asks Morgan.

“We recruited him in Alliance space,” Morgan tells her. “He felt that this project would allow him to be improved.”


“So, ‘e volunteered just like zat?”

“Yes. I’ll admit that it was incredibly selfless of him to dedicate himself to this project,” Morgan tells her, holding back her contempt for H.


“So, tell me, ‘ow do you feel after ze experiments?” the councilor addresses H.

“Improved,” he tells her

“Improved ‘ow?”

“Everything has been improved. I have been improved fully. You may think that augmentations improve one aspect or another aspect. No, this augmentation improves you as a Human being. You become more than Human being, you become stronger, you become faster, you improve your ability to be improved! I have gained in strength, in sight, in mind. I have gained in all of these things and most of all I have gained in my ability to gain. And that is the perfection we wish to show.”


“So, what future applications do you see zis project ‘aving as it relates to galactic policy?” the councilor asks.

“It will revolutionize galactic policy simply from the fact that it can allow every single person, regardless of their position, to do something more, something they couldn’t have done before. It is the next transition of Human society.”


“Zat’s a controversial position you ‘ave zere.”

“That is why it must be discussed in politics.”

“You aren’t worried about zis falling into ze wrong hands?”

“Everything falls into the wrong hands. This is exactly why we are bringing this to the political court now so it can be discussed.”


“We’re trying to put it in the right hands,” Morgan adds.

“I will let you make your case at ze conference,” the councilor tells them. “I will acquire invitations for you.”


Session Notes: I think I speak for all the other players when I say this was probably the driest of all nineteen sessions of Spacemon that we’ve had. Part of that is on the GM (but it’s not entirely his fault since he was getting over a cold still) and partly on us, the players, for being too passive. No one did anything impulsive or crazy to spice things up in a session that mostly involved winging things. That said, there were a few interesting/important things that happened.


Dmitri doesn’t seem to be doing too well after his encounter with the mirror. That’s what you get for touching it THREE FREAKING TIMES! I’m am very interested in seeing how this plays out.

Then there’s H. He now has Volt Absorb and it’s worked in with such flavor! I’m really interested to see how H’s story continues to progress.


And that leads me to the final thing. H is our ticket into the GGC! I am so excited to get to that mission. Espionage!

That does it for this chapter. As always the Spacemon gang and I will be monitoring the comments to foster discussion and answer any questions. Feel free to give feedback and critiques of the writing so I can improve it for the future, or just leave a comment with what you think about what went down in this chapter or what you think might happen next! You can also revisit past chapters, check out the Spacemon Appendix which is a repository of information on all the lore and characters of Spacemon, or like our Facebook page to stay updated on all things Spacemon! Click here for the next exciting installment of Spacemon!

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