Team Rocket (alt)

A faint chuckle escaped Ash's lips as he recalled the brazen ambitions they had shared around the campfire. The memory of Misty's eyes sparkling with mischief and Delia's motherly laughter at their harebrained scheme still lingered vividly in his mind. He could almost smell the saltwater and coconut sunscreen of the tropical paradise where they had spent their vacation. As he sat up in bed, the blankets slipped down to his waist, and he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to shake off the lingering sleep. His gaze drifted towards the window, where the morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the room.

As the words "Team Rocket" echoed in his mind, a rush of excitement and trepidation coursed through Ash's veins. He had always been an adamant opponent of the nefarious organization, but the prospect of joining their ranks and rising through the ranks to become an Admin was too enticing to resist. He threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet dangling in the air as he sat up straight. The warm sunlight streaming through the window danced across his face, illuminating the determined glint in his eye. He took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of anticipation as he imagined the looks on Misty's and Delia's faces when he approached them with the proposition.

(Next day)

Ash had asked the two if they would join him and then as a trio they would join team Rocket, to which the two agreed without thinking a second before they headed towards the team Rocket Grunt Transformation Shop which was a shop were new members would enter and change their cloths, body structure, Hair and Eye color to completly eradicate any resemblence to their former selves.

As they walked towards the Team Rocket Grunt Transformation Shop, the trio couldn't help but exchange nervous glances. The building's façade seemed imposing, with its sleek black walls and neon-red accents that seemed to pulse with an air of mischief. The sign above the entrance creaked in the gentle morning breeze, bearing the Team Rocket logo - a stylized, menacing letter "R" that seemed to leer at them. Ash, ever the instigator, pushed open the door, and a bell above it let out a cheerful tinkle that seemed out of place amidst the ominous atmosphere.

As they stepped inside, they were immediately enveloped in a sterile, clinical environment that seemed designed to erase any sense of individuality.

As they signed the contract to join Team Rocket, a sense of irreversible finality settled over the trio. The pen felt heavy in Ash's hand, its tip gliding across the page with a soft scratching sound that seemed to echo through the chamber. The words "Team Rocket" emblazoned on the contract's header seemed to mock him, their bold letters dancing in his vision like a sinister taunt. Misty and Delia's faces were set with determination, their eyes fixed on the papers as they appended their own signatures. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of their collective decision.

Next one of their employees brought them to the Chairs were they waited for their respective Stylist to come as they had an Idea for their new look, although they were confused when a screen came up telling them to insert their Name, Body Structure, Eye Color, Pokemon type favorites and what they wanted to look like as a grunt, Ash selected Draco as Name, Body Structure as a good amount of muscles, but not to much, Eye Color a Dark Blue, Pokemon types Dragon, Flying and Fire and lastly he gave in Royal Blue hair and lenght to the shoulder blades, with a Sky Blue shirt and a Flaming red pants, and when he put in the descriptions the Chair suddenly went up and begun the changes.

As the chair whirred to life, Ash felt a gentle humming sensation coursing through his body. The air around him seemed to vibrate with anticipation, like the quiet moment before a storm breaks out. The screen in front of him flickered and went dark, only to be replaced by a virtual representation of his new self. Ash's eyes widened as he took in the digitally rendered image of Draco, the person he was about to become. The on-screen avatar wore an enigmatic smile, its dark blue eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. The royal blue hair cascaded down to the shoulder blades, perfectly messy and framing the face with an air of confident nonchalance.

The chair's arms and legs adjusted to fit his body, holding him in place as it began to spin. Ash felt a strange sensation, as if his entire being was being stretched and pulled in all directions. The humming grew louder, and the air around him started to shimmer, like heat waves rising off a hot road. He closed his eyes, unable to watch as the transformation took place.

The spinning slowed, and the humming subsided. Ash cautiously opened his eyes, taking in the new surroundings. The room was still sterile and clinical, but the chair was now empty. He looked down at himself, his breath hitching as he took in the changes.

His gaze roved over his new physique, taking in the subtle definition of his muscles, the way his skin seemed to glow with a newfound health. He flexed his arms, feeling the satisfying tensing of his biceps, and ran a hand over his chest, marveling at the faint ridges of muscle beneath his skin. The dark blue eyes that stared back at him from the mirror-like surface of a nearby console were almost unfamiliar, yet somehow perfectly suited to the sharp planes of his face. Ash's fingers drifted up to his hair, the royal blue locks feeling strange yet exhilaratingly new as he ran his hands through them.

Lastly, he looked at his clothes, and a slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sleek, high-collared sky blue shirt with the black "R" emblem emblazoned on the chest. The fabric seemed to hug his new physique perfectly, accentuating the subtle curves of his muscles. His gaze drifted down to the flaming red pants, which seemed to glow with an inner fire in the sterile lighting of the room. The vibrant color was almost jarring, but it seemed to match the spark of mischief in his dark blue eyes. Ash's fingers brushed against the fabric, feeling the smooth texture and the slight give of the material as he flexed his legs.

As his gaze swept across the room, Ash's eyes landed on Delia and Misty, who were now standing beside their respective transformation chairs, their faces aglow with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Delia, now Psycho, looked almost unrecognizable with her pink shirt and purple jacket, the black pants with a prominent purple "R" on the chest a stark contrast to her new black hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. Her pink eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and Ash couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as their eyes met she was going to be a Ghost, Psychic and Dark type Specialist.

...he looked over to Misty who had also changed into her new Grunt form. Siren, as she was now known, stood with a quiet confidence, her icy blue shirt and aqua blue jacket a striking contrast to the vibrant colors of Ash's new attire. The aqua blue "R" emblazoned on her chest seemed to glow with a soft, ethereal light, as if it were a beacon calling out to her hidden potential. Her violet pants hugged her legs, accentuating the subtle curves of her new physique, and her aqua blue hair cascaded down her back like a river of frost, she was going to be a Water, Ice and Fairy type specialist.

As Draco's gaze lingered on Siren, a soft whir indicated the arrival of a Team Rocket Grunt, who emerged from a sliding panel in the wall. The Grunt's eyes, hidden behind a black visor, swept over the trio before coming to rest on a small, sleek tray in his hand. With a curt nod, he began to distribute the contents of the tray, handing each of the new recruits three Pokémon and 5 empty pokeballs and a slender, cream-colored envelope with a red "R" embossed on the seal.

Draco's fingers closed around the Poké Balls, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the orbs, the letter read that their first mission was to go steal the starters from Pr. Oak.

As his eyes scanned the letter, a thrill of excitement coursed through Draco's veins, mingling with a hint of trepidation. The words "steal the starters from Pr. Oak" seemed to leap off the page, echoing in his mind like a challenge. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he thought about the prospect of infiltrating the renowned Pokémon researcher's laboratory, the thrill of the mission outweighing any doubts he may have had. Psycho and Siren, sensing his gaze, turned to him, their eyes locking onto his with an unspoken understanding.

Draco's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the Poké Balls, his mind racing with strategies and possibilities.