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Though sluggish the injured Ledyba still came hurtling toward Firmole. Firmole easily dodged and Ammon yelled, "Ember again!"

Ammon admired the Panorama Badge and gratefully took it from Professor Aaron's outstretched hand. He also took the Pokedex and opened it. The pokedex flipped on showing a picture of Ammon and the basic information identifying him as a pokemon trainer.

Excited he gave Professor Aaron a big smile and exclaimed, "Thank you professor!! Firmole and I will make both you and Anchore Town proud!"

Ammon turned to Firmole and continued, "You did great Firmole you really showed that you are great pokemon. You've earned a rest."

Ammon returned Firmole to his pokeball and turning back to Professor Aaron asked, "Professor could you heal my pokemon. I want Firmole to be in top shape before we head out towards Bastion."

((Thanks for the offer catarre, but I'll go with Antarctos on this one.))

((I understand where you're coming from BonzaiRob, but if you've ever played RPG's like Dungeons & Dragons then you know that it is very story based. If you haven't that is also understandable. Basically you have someone, kind of like an overseer, who throws random encounters and situations at the players who all react vocally. Of course there is more involved then just saying your actions, which is something that thankfully isn't put into this RPG, but it adds an element of surprise. I'll choose and write my own wild pokemon encounters if you would like me to. I just find a little too convient to choose which encounters you have.))

Ammon found that it was a Spinarak. He gave a big sigh, and put down Sprout wishing that he had time to stay and capture the eager wild pokemon. In a splash of white light he released Firmole from his pokeball. "Sorry Sprout, but I'll use Firmole for this. Okay let's make this quick Firmole, Ember!" Ammon commanded."

Pellets of fire shot from the mole pokemon's head, and rained down on the surpised spider. It scuttled in discomfort, but then composed itself and shot a length of string toward Firmole. The mole instinctively ducked down and dodged the incoming projectile. "Good job Firemole, one more Ember and that should be it."

Again Firmole fired an Ember which hit its target. The Spinarak squirmed, but instead of collapsing, it decided to run off into the trees. Ammon sighed, returned Firmole, and said, "Well done Firmole. Let's hurry Sprout."

He continued to run down the path. No more encounters bothered him when he finally stopped ten minutes into his running to stop and take a breath. He took out the cantine that was attached to his side and took a big swig of water in his mouth, and allowed Sprout to have some.

In the corner of his eye Ammon spotted something metallic amongst the dense thicket of trees. Curious he walked toward the shining object with Sprout in tow, and found that it was a silver bike. Ammon looked around, but he saw no one but the trees and Kira's Oddish. "Hello? Is anyone around? You left your bike just sitting here it might get stolen!"

There was no reply, so he began to search around the immediate area. He made sure that the path did not leave his eyesight as he continued to search for who might own the bike. Suddenly a groan pierced the regular drone of the forest chatter. Ammon and Sprout hurried to where he thought he heard the noise. To his surpise he found a man in athletic apparel and a helmet moaning at the bottom of a deep hole. His foot was pointed at an odd angle indicating that it was broken.

"Hey down there! Do you need help? I could go to Bastion City to get some medics," Ammon yelled with concern.

"Ooh..." the man groaned, "finally someone heard me. I was afraid that I would starve to death down here. If you could help that would be most welcome."

"Of course," Ammon replied, "It would be faster if I used your bike. I'll notify the authorities right away."

"Thank you kind trainer. I owe you my life."

"Don't feel obliged to anything. Just hold on until the medics arrive," Ammon stated and he released Firmole. "Okay Firmole I want to remain here, and dig a tunnel that leads to the man. Then I want you to stay with him until I get back, you too Sprout. Make sure the tunnel is big enough to get a couple of people in there."

Firmole and Sprout both gave a quick nod, and buried itself underground to begin its work. Sprout stood near the holes edge and watched feverishly down toward the man. Ammon wasted no time, and he took out a pocket knife to mark a path to the spot by slashing x's into the trees. Once he found the bike again to hopped on and pedalled determinedly toward Bastion.

The forest soon ended, and Ammon saw the widened path of Route A stretch in the distance. The sprawling metropolis of Bastion was barely visible in the distance. Ammon didn't pause much before he was back pedalling again. He could feel his lung expand and contract quickly as his breathing grew heavier. His legs began to feel leadened from the furious rush on the bike. The heart in his chest thudded exuberantly, keeping in pace with the extreme exercise.

Ammon was about to collapse when he saw a building ahead. It was built with logs, which gave it a rustic sheen. The intials D.R.S (Decorus Ranger Station) was painted in big letters on the frame of the door standing out against the rugged outpost. Without any hesitation Ammon jumped off the bike and ran into the Station, and saw a squat man sitting at a wooden table listening to a radio reciever.

The abrupt entrance by Ammon made the man look up, and revealed the large, handlebar mustache on his face. He was dressed in red and black, the customary oufit of a pokemon ranger. The trademark cap lay by his right hand. When he saw the wretched state of Ammon the ranger immediately turned to him and queried, "What is the matter boy? You look in a natural state of exhaustion."

Ammon took a deep breath before he replied, "I found a man who had fallen down a deep hole back in Decorus Forest. I believe his foot is broken. I left him with my Firmole, so that he wasn't alone."

"Goodness then what are we waiting for? Lead me to him!" the ranger shouted in reply, and he tore to the back door which led to a garage where a red jeep was parked.

The ride back to the area where the man was quick, much quicker than the punishing bike ride Ammon endured. They carried a stretcher and a massive first aid to where Ammon found the beleagured biker. Ammon was shocked to find a massive tunnel leading down to the hole. He hadn't expected Firmole to move so quickly. The ranger too was shocked, but he wasted no time in going down to the man and treat his injury.

Firmole whirred in excitement as he poked his head out of the tunnel and spotted Ammon, who smiled at the small pokemon's energy. "You did great, Firmole! more than I expected out of you. Remind me to get you something extra big and delicious once we stop in Bastion City. You also Sprout thank you for sitting with the man," Ammon complimented.

Firmole squealed in delight and allowed Ammon to return him back to his pokeball. Sprout hopped up and down with happiness also. Ammon aided the ranger in placing the injured biker on the back of the jeep. He sat back with the man as they made their way back to the ranger station to insure that he wasn't jostled.

When the man was placed gently on the pokemon ranger's bed the ranger pulled him aside and said, "You couldn't have come in a more opportune time. That man could have been stuck there all night if you weren't walking along when you did. My name's Ranger Tobin, and I have to say..."

"Ammon sir," Ammon injected.

"Ammon then. That you handled the situation there quickly and with great maturity. I would also like to say how impressive that little Firmole is you have. He made things a lot easier."

"I certainly got lucky when I got him as my first pokemon. Well I hate to leave so abruptly, but I have something important in Bastion that I need to get to. I hope you get well," Ammon said addressing the biker.

The man raised a hand in thank you, and replied, "Of course thanks to you and your Firmole. I would be honored if you used my bike to get to Bastion. It's the least I could do."

"Thank you kindly sir," Ammon bowed. "Well hope to you two again. Goodbye!"

Again Ammon mounted the bike, Sprout seated on the handlebars, and made his way toward Bastion City.

((Of course, Antarctros I welcome the company .))

Ammon sped down Route A without any other thought but to get to Bastion City. The numbing exhaustion soon began to lull him into a strange trance. He soon became unaware of his surroundings. A squeak from Sprout brought him to consciousness and he saw an Omanyte stand in the middle of the road.

Ammon pressed down the brake suddenly, which threw the bike off balance. Terrified the Omanyte ducked into its shell and remained where it was. The bike began to swerve, and the back tire hit the shell. Both Ammon and Sprout were flung off the bike and into the dirt of the path.

Dust flew everywhere covering all three of the crash victims. Ammon coughed as he stood up and swept the dirty off him. Sprout shook vigourously, and displayed her discomfort with a grunt and a loud, "Oddish!"

"Sorry about that Sprout," Ammon apologized. "I didn't see that Omanyte in the road quick enough."

A trainer emerge from the dust, knelt down, and picked up the cowering Omanyte. He had medium-length head that was a shade of teal. He wore a blue t-shirt with blue jeans. He stroked his shivering pokemon with concern. Ammon walked up to the trainer and said, "Forgive me, I'm in a hurry and I wasn't paying attention. Are you an experienced trainer because not many who start out have rare pokemon like that?"

Ammon also gazed at the bike, and winced at the damage and wear that it had recieved in such a little time. "I'm actually borrowing it to get to Bastion City, but it appears that the front tire has been bent. I guess I'll be walking the rest of the way. We might as well go together considering that we're going the same way. My name is Ammon by the way."