Welcome to another exciting 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 the entire Spacemon saga here!
The Helix flew through warp space with tension still hanging heavy in the air after narrowly escaping the clutches of Captain Heilovic. Shane didn’t know where they were going now, but he was glad to be out of immediate danger. Surely, anywhere else was better than where they were.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Shane turned to his crewmates still gathered on the bridge and said, “Let’s try not to do that again.”
“Yeah,” Minerva responded, still visibly shaken up by the encounter with the Supremacy’s forces. “I’m a pilot. Ship vs ship, that’s fine, but I can’t outfly people who are inside the ship.”
“But no one actually made it inside the ship,” Dmitri pointed out.
“But they could have,” Minerva replied. “So how about no on-board combat on this ship ever?”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Alex agreed.
“When I am on board, there will be no problem with on-board combat,” H announced. “Unless there is.”
“That sounds really reassuring,” Minerva said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks.”
“So why don’t we, like … stop going to places where people are trying to kill us?” Alex asked.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Shane agreed, nodding. He was just as tired of people trying to kill them as the new members of the crew were. “Let’s go with that plan.”
“But that means we will have to stop going to places with people,” H responded. “Because there will always be people trying to kill us.”
“Who the hell are you people that there’s always someone trying to kill you?” Alex asked.
“Let me reiterate,” Shane told the girl. “There’s a lot you two don’t know about us.”
“Well … then maybe you should start sharing,” Alex replied.
Minerva nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you know, usually I’ll just take the credits and ‘your business is your business,’ but I’ve seen you do some pretty weird shit to say the least.”
“Well as you can see,” H started explaining. “I am attempting to become the most perfect being in the Universe and bring Humanity to a new age of enlightenment, and as such, I have to attempt many new things. I find new technologies and experience new things to bring myself to perfection, and as such, people are opposed to that perfection, people who wish to go against my amazing spiritual enlightenment through the power of Wailords. And I believe that through this power, I shall grow to gain control over the Universe, and that is why people oppose me. For they are afraid of what I might become.”
“H, you do realize that no one actually believes you right?” Shane asked him.
“But that is exactly why I can do it! One does not actually need to be believed to be accomplished.”
“Riiiight.”
“Uh … does anybody besides Inspector Gizmo here have an answer that actually makes sense?” Alex asked, giving H a strange look.
“Okay, let me try to begin in a more understandable fashion,” Shane said. “Have you heard of the Red Suns?”
“I can’t say that I have,” Minerva replied.
“The who?” Alex asked.
“They’re a group of mercenaries,” Shane informed them.
“Well, with a name like the Red Suns, that’s not surprising,” Minerva joked.
“We helped their current leader clear his name and rejoin the group,” Shane continued. “His name is Arlon Jett and he’s kind of a badass … But enough about him.”
“The Red Suns aren’t that important,” H interrupted. “What is important is that we met a weird, strange man-mime-Pokemon-thing who goes by the name Mr. Silver for whatever reason, but he had a lot of information which proved useful to us.”
“He basically has his hand in everything,” Shane elaborated, attempting to regain control of the conversation. “And even he’s not that important in the grand scheme of things. The Romanov Supremacy, which is the group we just encountered—”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Minerva interrupted. “Captain Friendly was very keen to let us know whose side he’s on.”
“When we were traveling with Arlon, we found out that they were attempting to create an army of Genesect,” Shane continued.
“Great,” said Minerva. “What’s a Genesect?”
“This,” Shane said, bringing up the Genesect blueprint on his Pokedex to show the two new members of the crew.
Alex peered at the screen for a moment, then asked, “They were making an army of murder machines?”
Shane nodded. “Yes. That’s what we tried to stop them from doing before you two came aboard. So … basically, we’re the good guys.”
“Never heard that one before,” Minerva said.
“There’s more to it than that, but … my offer still stands,” Shane continued. “If at any point you don’t want to continue piloting for us, you don’t have to.”
“Well, it seems like the money’s still good,” Minerva replied. “And as long as we don’t have another boarding incident, I think I’ll stick around. You’re certainly the most interesting clients I’ve had the pleasure of ferrying around the Galaxy.”
“Trust me, as long as we’re on board, you have no reason to fear any actual hand-to-hand combat,” Shane reassured her.
“Good.”
The Helix dropped out of warp space in Sector 19 in the Outer Rim, a boring stretch of space with a few systems containing mostly uninhabited planets and Romanov military installations. The ship’s proximity sensors went off almost immediately upon exiting the gate.
“Guys, I’m picking up a ship here. Might be trouble,” Minerva announced over the comms, still sounding a bit on edge.
Shane was sure they probably weren’t in danger, but he headed up to the bridge anyway, hoping to help put the new pilot’s mind at ease. As he arrived to investigate, he was joined by Dmitri and H.
“Looks like Outer Rim mercenaries or pirates,” Minerva informed them as they stepped onto the bridge. “How do you wanna handle this?”
Glancing at the sensor readout, Shane recognized the familiar signature of the UAS Corsair, the Alliance-make heavy frigate owned by the Red Suns. “Yeah, this would be the Red Suns,” he calmly told the pilot.
“Oh, those Red Suns?” Minerva asked.
“Yeah,” Shane nodded.
“That’s quite a coincidence. Well it seems like they do know you since they’re hailing us and their weapons are not charged. Huh.”
Shane accepted the call and the familiar face of Arlon Jett appeared on the viewscreen. “Well if it isn’t the UAS Helix,” he said. “Fancy meeting you here. What brings you lot all the way out here?”
“We kind of had a run in with the Romanov Supremacy,” Shane told him.
“Not a very nice bunch, are they?” Arlon replied. “I hate those bastards. They make getting around in Romanov space a bloody nightmare.”
“Hey, so Minerva, remember that guy we talked about?” H suddenly chimed in. “This is him.”
“Mr. Badass?” Minerva asked.
“Oh, so I’m known as ‘Mr. Badass’ now?”
“Well that’s kind of how I explained it,” Shane said.
“Well I’m flattered, mate,” Arlon said with a laugh. He then turned his attention to Minerva. “So you’re the new pilot then, luv? I take it you’ve had quite an interesting time with this lot.”
“Interesting is one word you could use, yes.”
“Oh, I like her already,” Arlon chuckled. “But enough small talk. Since you’re here, I could use your help with something.”
“Oh?” Shane asked.
“Remember that Alliance scientist I mentioned to you? Dr. Armstrong?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, as you know, Mr. Silver hired the Red Suns, as well as several of his other agents to capture him and, if that proves impossible, to kill him,” Arlon explained. “My initial plan was to covertly capture him so that I could learn what he knows and to keep him out of Mr. Silver’s hands.”
He folded his arms, the expression on his face turning quite serious. “Unfortunately, I’ve run into a bit of a problem. Armstrong has proven to be a hard man to track down … Until now. He’s scheduled to speak at Belaviure University on Parisia at the end of the week. This would be the perfect opportunity to grab him, but we’re not the only ones after him. If the Red Suns were seen taking him, it would put us all in danger of being discovered since I have no intention of turning him over to Mr. Silver, but if we do nothing, someone else will grab him and we’ll miss our chance.”
Arlon paused for a moment, looking at something off screen. He then turned back to the members of the Helix crew and said, “So you can see why this is a problem.”
“Yeah,” Shane responded. “So I take it you want us to capture him?”
“Exactly,” Arlon said, nodding. “My hands are tied here, but Mr. Silver isn’t watching you as closely. If you go to this presentation and capture Armstrong, he will likely suspect that you have your own reasons for doing so.”
“Wait … What’s this presentation going to be about?” H suddenly asked.
“Well, I assume it’ll be on theoretical biology,” Arlon told him. “You know, the field he specializes in.”
“… That doctor? Wait … We’ve been searching for that Dr. Armstrong and no one has bothered to tell me that we are going after him?!”
“I gave you this information weeks ago, mate,” Arlon said. “How in the bloody hell could you not know?”
“Yes, but I figured you were giving me useless information as you normally do because people give useless information,” H replied.
“You know this guy?” Shane asked, turning to his crewmate.
“Yes,” H answered. “This is the guy who made me who I am, essentially. A good friend of mine from back at the lab before it … well, kind of … vanished. I know he played some role of importance in me becoming who I am.”
His expression turned to one of confusion as he continued, “I thought he went missing with the lab. It should have all been destroyed. Armstrong was probably the best man I knew … Since my childhood … He was like a father to me. How in the world? He should … He was gone. How can Armstrong even exist? He should be dead as with everyone in the lab who vanished all those years ago.”
“You survived somehow,” Dmitri pointed out.
“Well yes, because I’m the chosen one. But Armstrong … He should not be alive.”
“Well he is very much alive, mate,” Arlon said.
“Well you should have told me sooner!”
“I—” Arlon started, but he cut himself off, shaking his head in bewilderment.
“He’s always like this, isn’t he?” Minerva asked.
“Yeah …” Shane said with a sigh. “Anyway, Arlon, we will definitely take care of Armstrong, but in return, do you know anything about the Mirrored Temples?”
“Sorry mate, can’t say that I do,” Arlon told him. “I haven’t come across that name before, but if I find anything out, I’ll be sure to send it your way.”
“Thanks. That would be really helpful.”
“No problem. Good luck with Armstrong. Take care of yourselves.”
“You too.”
“Cheers.” Arlon ended the call and Shane watched out the viewport as the Corsair flew off into space.
Making a decision, Shane turned to the rest of the crew gathered on the bridge and said, “Arlon seems to be really focused on finding this guy. I think the Mirrored Temple can wait.”
Dmitri nodded. “I agree. As much as I want to figure out how it’s connected to my visions, this is too important.”
“Well, if it’s been sitting there for ninety-two-million years, I’m sure it can sit there just a little bit longer,” Minerva chimed in. “Shall I set a course for Parisia?”
Shane nodded and the pilot turned the ship back toward the gate as she punched in the coordinates course for the Europa System in the core Genevan sector.
All was calm aboard the Helix as the ship flew through warp space, en route to Parisia. Shane sat in the co-pilot’s seat on the bridge, gazing out into the swirling masses of warp energy. Minerva didn’t seem much of one for conversation, but Shane didn’t really mind. After the excitement of the past few days, he was glad that things had quieted down. He felt the crew could all use a bit of down time after their encounter with Heilovic. They had barely escaped from the Supremacist captain, and that was only thanks to Morgan.
On that thought, Shane realized that he hadn’t seen Morgan for several hours. That’s odd, he thought. It was unlike Morgan to not be around, so Shane felt worried that something was wrong. Shane felt a strong connection to Morgan that he didn’t feel with his other crewmates, so he needed to make sure that she was okay.
Shane hopped up from his seat on the bridge and set off to find Morgan. He visited all of Morgan’s usual spots and was surprised not to find her in any of them. That just left Morgan’s room, so he made his way back to the living quarters. Finding Morgan’s door closed, Shane knocked, but he heard no response.
Given that Morgan wasn’t anywhere else on the ship, it was safe to assume that this was the only other place she could be. Noticing that the door was unlocked, Shaned opened it and looked inside.
He was greeted by the sight of Morgan lying on her bed facing the wall, her back to the door. “Morgan, are you okay?” he asked her. It was pretty easy to tell that she wasn’t okay, but Shane wanted to let her know that he was there.
Morgan gave no response. She appeared to be attempting to pretend that she was sleeping, but it was quite obvious to Shane that she was wide awake.
“Morgan, I know you’re awake.”
Silence.
Shane stepped into the room and slowly approached Morgan’s bed. “You don’t have to be afraid of … whatever it is that you’re afraid of,” he said reassuringly.
“But …” Morgan said, trailing off as she continued staring at the wall. “What if I’m afraid of … me? I killed all those people … And the ones who didn’t die … They’re ruined …”
“They were trying to do the same to us,” Shane told her. “It was self-defense.”
“Not them,” Morgan responded. “Only the captain. But I couldn’t … because you were on that ship.”
“I was trying to get H off of that ship,” Shane told her.
“Why does something like that gate hack even exist?” Morgan continued, ignoring his comment. “How could I do something like that? It felt … good when I watched the ship burn.”
“I guess power kinda gets to your head after a while … But, seriously, are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay … Please, just tell everyone I was asleep.”
“Alright,” Shane agreed, placing a comforting hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “I did want to let you know since you weren’t on the bridge, but we crossed paths with Arlon.”
“I see … What did he say?”
“He found out more information on Armstrong. He wants us to prevent him from being captured or killed by Mr. Silver’s men.”
“I’m guessing this is urgent then.”
“Yeah … We’re actually headed into Genevan space right now to try and find him.”
“Genevan space? Where?”
“Parisia. Armstrong is giving a talk there on Friday.”
“I can’t go there.”
“You … don’t have to. You can stay on the ship if you want.”
“As long as I can stay here, that’s fine. I can’t help you.”
“Okay.” Shane sensed that Morgan needed some more alone time, so he turned and exited the room.
As he made his way down the hallway, Shane noticed Alex stumbling around aimlessly, seemingly a bit tipsy from the sheer amount of time that the ship had been in warp space recently. “Hey, are you okay?” Shane asked as he approached the girl. “Is the Warp a bit too much? It’s always rough for first timers.”
“Huh?” Alex responded. She was clearly a bit delirious.
“I think you should go sit down,” Shane told her. “You’re looking a bit … wobbly.”
“I’m not wobbly … You’re wobbly,” Alex responded as she stumbled forward.
It looked like the girl was about to fall over, so Shane quickly grabbed her. “Here,” he said, attempting to lead Alex down the hall. “Why don’t we go sit down somewhere?”
“Okay …” Alex said. “I’m gonna stop standing up now.” Suddenly, the girl’s knees gave out and she slumped to the floor.
“Close enough,” Shane told her. He propped her up against the wall and said, “Just … stay here until we get out of warp space.”
The Helix dropped out of warp space in the Europa System, the heart of the Geneva Confederacy. The Confederacy’s capital system was quite unique, boasting a plethora of habitable worlds. The passengers of the European Ark that left Earth had tried their best to preserve their cultural identities and, as such, this system had proved perfect for their needs. The member states of the Confederacy were each provided with a world of their own.
“So we’ve arrived in the Europa System,” Minerva announced over the comms. “Where to now?”
Morgan sighed as she stepped onto the bridge. She was less than thrilled to be back here. When she left her home planet of Parisia, she hadn’t exactly planned on coming back.
The rest of the crew soon gathered on the bridge and they began discussing what to do next.
“We still have three days until Armstrong’s talk, so we probably don’t need to go to Parisia just yet,” Shane said, briefly glancing in Morgan’s direction.
“Since we’re here, we may as well pick up some supplies,” Dmitri suggested. “We need some more Pokeballs, and if we’re going to be in any more combat situations we should get some armor or something.”
“And I want to pick up a small warp drive to mess around with like Gilgamesh suggested,” Shane added. “Morgan, you know this place the best of any of us. Where do you suggest we go to find this stuff?”
“It’s all hardware and technology related, so the best place to look would be München,” Morgan informed her crewmates. “They produce top of the line Pokeball and space technology there. It orbits the same planet as Parisia so it makes the most sense.”
“Sounds good,” says Shane. “Minerva—”
“Already on it,” the pilot interrupted.
After a brief flight across the system, the Helix arrives at Gaia, the gas giant home to a large portion of the population of the Europa System. The planet’s many habitable moons served as the capital worlds for a large majority of the Genevan states, such as München and Parisia.
“Wow,” Alex gasped as she stared out at Gaia through the viewport. The gas giant’s brilliant orange rings stood out against the swirls of blue and white gases. “It’s so beautiful.”
“I suppose,” Morgan admitted.
Minerva brought the ship down to München and docked in the moon’s major spaceport and economic hub. “Have fun on your little shopping trip,” the pilot said over the comms as the crew disembarked from the Helix and headed out into the city to browse the storefronts for supplies.
Wandering along the streets, they came across a variety of stores. The buildings were lined with vehicle dealerships, hardware shops, personal equipment stores, and Pokeball boutiques.
“Oh my God, they have, like, every Pokeball ever! And in custom colors! The craftsmanship is amazing!” Alex darted from one shop window to the next, eyes wide with wonder, marveling at all the technology on display. “Ahhh!!” she suddenly squealed, prompting Morgan to run over. “That’s a gold-plated Premier Luxury Ball! It’s so shiny! I need it!”
“It’s just a Luxury Ball,” Morgan told her dismissively, realizing she wasn’t in any danger. “You can get a regular one for cheaper and it would do the same thing.”
“But it wouldn’t be as classy!” Alex whined.
“It’s really expensive,” Morgan pointed out. “Do you even have that kind of money?”
“Right,” Alex sighed. A frown temporarily appeared on her face, but her eyes soon lit up again when she spotted another store window. “Hey, look, Timer Balls!” she called out as she ran off once again.
“Hey, slow down!” Morgan shouted after her.
“I can take care of myself!” Alex shouted back. “I’ll meet you back at the ship later!”
Morgan just sighed and rejoined the others as they continued shopping.
“I’m going to go see if I can find somewhere I can buy some combat armor,” Dmitri was saying as Morgan approached. “I want to be prepared for the next time we encounter the Supremacy.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” Shane said. “I’ll go look for a warp drive. Morgan, is there anywhere around here where I can find one?”
“I’ve really only been here a few times,” Morgan told him. “But it shouldn’t be too hard to find one.”
As Dmitri and H split off to do their own shopping, Morgan and Shane kept walking along the main road and eventually came across a shop specializing in warp drives. Entering the store, Morgan saw all kinds of warp drives for varying makes and models of ships.
Seeming a bit overwhelmed, Shane approached one of the employees for assistance. “Excuse me, I’m looking for a small warp drive.”
“Sure thing,” the man replied, a hint of a German accent in his voice. “Vere you looking for anything in particular?”
“What’s the smallest warp drive you have?”
“That vould be this one here,” the man told him, leading him over to a nearby shelf. “It is designed for small, compact bucket class ships. It is not the most powerful drive, but for its size it certainly gets the job done.”
Morgan approached as well and peered over Shane’s shoulder at the drive, which was indeed quite small. It looked like it could be carried easily by one person.
“This will do nicely,” Shane told the employee. “I’ll take it.”
“Alright, that vill run you twenty-thousand credits. And ve can deliver it right to your ship.”
After spending several hours exploring the streets and geeking out over all the fancy Genevan tech, Alex decided to spend her money on TMs. She had been consistently getting knocked out of battles since she met the Helix crew. All her Pokemon had been knocked out when they fought Gilgamesh, and Anubis nearly died in the battle against Heilovic. Alex’s Pokemon were with her through all the years she was alone; they were like family to her. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing a single one. She had come to the realization that she needed to start training harder and teaching her Pokemon better moves; their lives depended on it.
“I need Focus Blast, and Flamethrower, and Thunderbolt, and—”
“Slow down kid,” the shopkeeper tells her. “Those are some high level moves for serious trainers.”
“I am a serious trainer! I have a gym badge!” Alex declared, showing off the Warp Badge she received from Gilgamesh.
“The Warp Badge, huh?” the shopkeeper said, stroking his goatee. “Don’t see too many of those. Maybe you’re a tough trainer after all, but we don’t actually have those TMs in stock right now.” He then pointed to a selection of TMs. “These are some of the best moves we have available right now. It’s not Focus Blast, but if you’re looking for a good fighting move, might I suggest Power-Up Punch?”
“Okay … I’ll take it,” Alex nodded before taking a look at the other TMs. “And, um … I’ll take that one too, and that one,” she said, selecting a couple more that she thought would be useful.
“Sure thing, kid.”
Satisfied with her purchases, Alex made her way back to the Helix, finding most of the others had already returned. They appeared to be discussing what to do next.
“Is there anything else we need to do while we’re here?” Shane asked, “Or should we just head for Parisia now?”
“I would like to Wonder Trade before we leave,” Dmitri said.
“I as well,” H agreed.
“Sounds like a good idea,” said Shane.
Alex followed the crew as they disembarked once more, curious as to what they were doing. “Where are we going?” she asked.
“To the Wonder Trade center,” Dmitri told her.
“Wonder Trade? What’s that?”
“It’s where you trade away one of your Pokemon and get a random one in return,” Morgan explained as they walked along.
“Why would anyone want to do that?” Alex asked. “I can’t even imagine trading any of my Pokemon … Especially for something random! They’re the only family I have …”
“Well, not everyone is as attached to the Pokemon they catch,” Morgan responded.
“But why would you catch something you don’t want?”
“So I can trade for something I do want,” said Dmitri.
“That just seems cruel …”
They soon arrived at München’s Wonder Trade center, where a few people were milling about and making trades. Alex watched as Dmitri walked up to one of the machines and placed a Pokeball containing a Qwilfish into it. The machine then sucked up the Pokeball, and dropped a new one appeared in its place. Dmitri picked it up and released the Pokemon inside. A Noibat popped out and started flapping around the room.
“Hmm. I think I will keep this,” Dmitri said. “See. I now have something I want.”
“But what about the other Pokemon?” Alex asked.
“I’m sure it’ll find a nice home,” Shane reassured her.
Morgan went next and traded in the Tynamo she caught on Messina. In return, she received a Bellsprout, which she also decided to keep, stating that it would be a good support Pokemon for her team. H went after her and traded away his Chinchou, also from Messina. He ended up with a Buizel, which he promptly named #9. Shane was last and traded the Tynamo he also caught on Messina, receiving an Amaura.
“Oh my God, it’s so cute!” Alex exclaimed as Shane sent his new Pokemon out. “I want one!”
“Well, I plan on keeping this one,” Shane told her. “You’re welcome to try trading for one here.”
“No way! I’ll just have to catch my own!”
“Good luck with that.”
Alex still didn’t quite understand the concept of Wonder Trading, but her crewmates seemed satisfied with their results at least. She hoped that the Pokemon they got rid of would find happy homes with trainers that cared for them, but part of her was worried they would be stuck getting traded around forever. She took one last judgemental glance around the place, then followed the others as they departed and began heading back to the Helix.
Session Notes: Well this certainly was a long chapter for a session that started off with a whole lot of nothing. We barely went over our usual length and we got almost nothing done and went on a ton of tangents yet somehow the write-up proved to be one of the longest yet. Some really big things happened toward the end but we’ll get to that in the next couple of chapters.
Arlon Jett makes his first Volume 2 appearance! And he’s … British? Yes, you may be wondering about that. The truth is that he’s always been British but I wasn’t really able to do the accent during RP. Now that he’s not my PC, I’m going to start attempting the accent for his few appearances, and will definitely be writing it here (and when I go back to rewrite Volume 1 with the current writing quality I’ve been going with for Volume 2). Being from the Geneva Confederacy, which is essentially Space Europe, I felt it appropriate to give him an accent. He certainly has more of an attitude now and I love it.
His purpose here was to present the party with a tough choice. Do we go to the Mirrored Temple, which is the thing both the players and their characters want to do first, or this time-sensitive thing which is super important. Ultimately, we decided to go after Armstrong.
Meanwhile on the UAS Socially Awkward (no, seriously, most of our characters don’t know how to fit in normal Human society), Shmorgan is totally going to happen! Too bad they’re both too awkward to realize it just yet, no matter how bad their players want it to happen. But this ship will take flight soon enough.
Update 11/11/21: I was quite critical of this chapter in the notes, and I think DragonStorm and some others had some criticisms at the time, but coming back to this chapter now … I kinda like it. There was some great RP that happened in the session and I now stand by my decision to flesh out the shopping and Wonder Trading portion of the session into a couple of full scenes. There were a couple interesting bits of dialogue in there, and the parts I added to make it all flow together and pretty solid too. Overall, these scenes made for a nice change of pace from the typical RP and combat scenes we have. Though these days, I will probably cut out shopping parts from sessions when writing the chapters, this definitely was a good starting point for me getting comfortable with fleshing out moments from sessions and adding parts that didn’t happen during the game to make things work better in written form. It’s now a practice I rely on quite often when writing Spacemon.
With all that out of the way, there were still some changes I needed to make to the chapter aside from the usual tense and perspective changes. For the most part, it was just altering some details and dialogue to clarify things or just to make things flow a bit better. For the third scene in particular, I took some cues from the Blushift version of the scene in terms of descriptions and such, but left out the obvious differences. In particular, this does help make the developing feelings between Morgan and Shane a little clearer. And for the last scene there were a couple changes that needed to be made. One was getting rid of the badge requirement for the TMs since that really made no sense for the setting anymore. I did like some of the dialogue there, though, so I just changed the framing of the conversation so that those lines still made sense with a little tweaking. I also thought it was a nice idea to have one of the TMs Alex ended up buying be suggested by the shopkeeper. The other change was just how the Wonder Trade machine worked. I just altered the description of it operating to make a bit more sense with the technology of the setting. I also added a new ending to the scene to better fit it now all being from Alex’s perspective.
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 rest of the Spacemon saga, join the Spacemon Discord server, 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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Oh Shane, you sweet summer child.