Knight of Iron

Ghostfire stared. "We wouldn't know. We don't read minds."

"I come from New Rome," said Lane, "I'm descended from an ancient god of Earth, Vulcan. Lord of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metallurgy, and fire. Thank the gods I didn't inherit his looks. Actually, no, thank my mortal mother." He glanced at the ground, still fidgeting. Ghostfire took his turn next. "I come from a space-faring galaxy, from a small planet called Orax, though for the last one hundred and fifty years I have been on a desert world called Tatooine."

Ghostfire turned his robotic head. "Study moral philosophy." Lane coughed. "And hunting people down and killing them, and you're an ace pilot." Ghostfire shrugged. "Mostly moral philosophy." Lane solved the Rubik's cube again, then scrambled it around again, hands blazing almost too fast to see. "I don't do much with the Knights yet. So I just solve Rubik's cubes, build LEGOs."

The kid glanced at his outstretched hand, but continued fiddling with his Rubik's cube. The cube gets solved every five or so seconds, then he scrambles it up again to solve again. "I know your name. I'm Lane, this guy over here is Ghostfire." Ghostfire, in an eerily android-but-not-quite-human voice, said, "Pleased to meet you, Crispin." Professor X snorted. "Don't listen to him, he ain't pleased to meet nobody."

The kid grinned. "Am I scaring you?" The robot remained silent.

"Fine," he said, but before he even spoke, there were two flashes of green light on either side of Professor X, who retreated behind them a bit, crossing his arms. To his left, there stood a kid who looked in his young teens, fiddling with a Rubik's cube. To his right a high-tech armored black robot, the details of its shape very humanoid. From a distance, it would almost pass for a human—that is, one in space armor and a helmet. Except there wasn't a helmet. It was just the robot's face. "Hi," said the kid.

"Why?" asked Professor X. "In a rush to meet them?"

"I lived a life as a Pokemon professor until I was grabbed by ol' Stephen over here," he said, jabbing a thumb towards Stephen. "Since then, us Knights have just been cruising the multiverse, exploring and expanding our... Knighthood. We're popping in one at a time, so not to scare anyone... but the rest of them are watching us."

How would one know if they had ADHD/ADD? Some things I've heard seem to describe me and some absolutely don't.

"Uh, okay. Now, whereabouts do you come from?"

Professor X chuckled. “Kinda like what Pokeballs themselves act as gateway into.” He nuzzled Garchomp’s head once more. He opened his Pokeball, and Garchomp turned a glowing white, his essence forming back into the orb. He turned to Crispin. “Armies, eh? Pokémon ain’t gon’ do anyone much good in an army. They’re individual fighters, they are.”

Exodus crossed his arms. “What demon? Why me? Please, I beg of you, explain yourself. If you don’t, you’re not leaving us any other choice.”

The Vulpix, a six-tailed red fox-like creature, crawled over Professor X's shoes. "Okay, Isabelle, just put them away sometime soon. Before you lose them."

"That's Rowlet," said Professor X. "Given enough time, becomes quite the handsome owl. He's a Grass/Flying type, so, cool grass powers."

"Oh hush, Isabelle, we're in a different universe. Who knows the chaos that could bring by introducing Pokémon cross-universe?"

He looked to Garchomp. "Ey, mate, what'd you want your name to be?" Garchomp put a claw to its chin in thought, then answered, "Garchomp!" Professor X shrugged. "I dunno what to tell ya."

Professor X scratched his head. "I'm confused. Do you want me to call you ack?"

"I—well, I suppose that makes sense, too."

"Gar... chomp!" said the Garchomp. Professor X chuckled. "Oh, also, that's how they talk. You get used to it."

"All sorts of things. In the world I come from, it's popular to duel or to battle using trained Pokémon. Depending on the Pokémon, they can have access to immensely powerful moves and arcane abilities, creating earthquakes, sonic blasts, fissures of ice, you name it. The magic nature of which I study. Mostly, though, the average person just has 'em as pets."

"Very well."

"Hey, don't say things like that in front of his face! He's sensitive." He reached up and nuzzled Garchomp's head. He put his hand to his face and continued, "But yes, they're like monsters. But through technologyy, they can fit in your pocket! And trust me, there are some real cute ones, too." He scratched his head. "Uh, I don't have very many cute and fuzzy ones on me. One second. ISABELLE!!!"

Professor X smiled. "The most wondrous creatures of my universe. We call 'em Pokémon. Watch." He chucked the ball to the side, and the orb kind of hovered in the air a bit and opened into two halves. A white essence spilled out, forming a gargantuan draconic creature, primarily dark blue in color, with red on its underbelly and a golden star above its snout. It spread its horned wings, and then relaxed and yawned. "They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. This one's Garchomp."