pokeworldcanon:

A trainer’s ID number is one of the most widely used but most overlooked section of a trainer’s card. When a trainer receives a Pokedex, it becomes linked with their personal trainer identification number. This number also coincides with the digital marker encoded into a Pokemon upon capture, which then link to the Pokedex and their Storage System subscription. With this connection, trainers are able to look through their party’s status, moves, and general history through their Pokedex as well as the PC. While anyone can scan a Pokemon with their Pokedex for basic information, only linking said Pokemon with their personal ID will completely register it’s information and personal data (nature, move set, ect). While the IDs of all owners are encoded into a Pokemon for tracking and legal reasons, only the most recent ID allows access into the Pokemon’s statistics. This encoded ID also prevents other Poke balls from capturing an already captured Pokemon.

Trainers that do not have a Pokedex are significantly disadvantaged in terms of Pokemon rearing. While modern advancements in mobile technology allow for third party applications to link in with a trainer’s ID and display Pokemon information, in the early history of Pokemon Trainers, most people had to hike themselves all the way to a Pokemon Center in order to display concrete information and numbers on a Pokemon’s health and ‘stats’. Any and all information about a Pokemon (wild or owned) had to be taken by hand. 

Older trainers who traveled before the time of Pokedex believe that the new stat system of rating a Pokemon’s strength undermines the value of bonding with one’s own Pokemon and gauging their strengths based on partnership and practice. The modernization of Pokemon Training has lead to an increase of illegal Pokemon breeding, the use of performance enhancing drugs, Pokemon abandonment and theft. 

twinnedfates:

iiregularhunter:

@deafenedchampion & @twinnedfates

Oh, he had just about had enough of this behavior from the two of them. They were siblings and siblings were supposed to

kill each other

tolerate and love each other. Maybe not get along all the time, sure, but they were the ones who were always there no matter what. This whole ‘I don’t want to spend time with the other one’ bullshit had to end.

“– Both of you are coming with me, and both of you are having a sit down talk with one another, or I’m stripping both of you of your rank.”

Zero didn’t bother to hear their complaints or explanations; he had turned to stomp away to an empty briefing room, intending on using it for their makeshift group therapy session.

A quiet ‘”Oh.” left Aerin in response. He had a feeling a talk of some sort was going to be arranged at some point, but he didn’t know his career was at stake. Well, what little of a career that he had.

Since this was the case, he knew this was serious. 

Seeing Zero had immediately turned and stomped away, Aerin simply sighed and followed him. All the while, expecting this entire thing to turn into a dumpster fire. 

“Yessir.”

Rebecca followed behind as quickly as she could, wondering what this could possibly be about. She had solved the problem that she was sure Aerin was having with her, he didn’t need to deal with her, and she could do her job just fine.

But she didn’t protest regardless, figuring that Zero knew better than her. She didn’t want to lose her rank either, so obey she would.

iiregularhunter:

“I don’t have time. I have to… I have to find everyone else… take care of anyone else who’s hurt…”

He was shell shocked. There was no polite or gentle way to dance around the realization; the events of the past hour were only slowly starting to sink in. He had been attacked by his own unit. He had killed his own unit. So much… damage… death… destruction had happened, and it was… their fault…

His fault. He had been in charge of them. Trained them, molded them into the monsters they had become- 

Infected them…

He would have continued to murmur on about everything he had to do, but Rebecca’s sudden movement had him pausing. Zero actually smiled before shaking his head and, with a slight arch of his brow, turned to go sideways through the door, avoiding the issue of fitting her through the doorway entirely.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, baby girl.”

“I wanna make sure you’re okay too though, Papa.”

Her response was soft, but she didn’t ask about it again. She went a little pink when he went sideways, a bit embarrassed she hadn’t thought of that. 

Rebecca then let out a yelp when her leg sparked again because of the movement, a bigger one but nothing that wasn’t fixable. She simply got startled, was all.

She looked over at one of the medics and smiled nervously as her father brought her over to a medical table to sit her down. She’d have to keep her armor on for repairs, but at least nothing hurt much and it could be repaired.

It wouldn’t be as scary as the first time she was in here for repairs. Then again, she had been panicking badly that day.