The army of reluctant rubber pokemon spread out at the command of the Mewtwo, searching high and low every corner and nook of the secret research base beneath Mount Moon. At his auditorium still upon his pulpit Mewtwo floated and stared up at the old professor strung up in a latex web. "This could go a lot faster old man, if you just told me where the slave ball was."
"And what would you get out of it if I did? You don't even know what the slave ball does. There's a reason it's buried and locked away here-"
"I know everything Gary Oak does Professor, and I know he was instrumental in working on this project." Mewtwo floated up with a glowing blue aura of psycho-kinetic energy to where Oak hung bound, and stared him down. "I know the long years you had him collecting pokedex data wasn't for pure research. I know that after he returned from his long and epic journey across the world you pulled him into a secretive fold built up around the idea of making the perfect pokeball. He then worked with you here for months in this bunker along with a team of scientists," Mewtwo paused a moment, and eyed the rubber Ariados still reluctantly spinning it's web, "-many scientists whom are now among the latex-ified I should add, to make the ball. I know the ball was perfected, and that if used as intended, it not only had a 100% capture rate, but it fundamentally makes any pokemon captured by it naturally submissive to anyone who holds the ball. It is, essentially, the perfect weapon maker." The psychic pokemon reached out and cupped the old Professor's chin with his ball-tipped hand. "Am I missing anything?"
Oak spat into the face of his former grandson, "Yes. If you know all of this, why would you need it? It's purpose was, as I originally intended, to make a stronger bond between trainer and pokemon." Oak sighed and hung his head low, "Once it was discovered what it did, I knew we had to stop it from getting out..." His sable eyes raised to stare at Mewtwo, and he strained his bonds to look angrily into Mewtwo's eyes. "But it's virtually useless to you!"
"Is it?" The blue-glow carried Mewtwo back down to the ground, "If it makes any pokemon submissive, think of what it could do to a humanoid inside a pokemon skin." Just then the cement floor of the auditorium cracked and thumped. "It is our sincere hope that the pokeball will make permanent the control the suits put over the wearers beneath." The floor cracked and thumped again, as if something was stomping it's way through. "We have been lucky so far, exhausting our various psychic abilities and using a combination of stimulating rippling and massaging of our hosts to beat their minds into submission, but it cannot last forever. That's why our move for takeover had to be such a sudden thing, we can't give our hosts time to build resistance. Even now I can feel Gary weakly struggling against my control, and every day it gets just a little more aggressive."
"So Gary is still in there." A small warmth spread through Oak with a smile, and he whispered in hushed words "-Good. Keep fighting my boy." A fresh struggle, albeit momentarily, shook Oak's web. "So you think the slave ball will do this eh? Well...even with all your control over this army Mewtwo, I don't think you'll succeed."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not alone." The ground cracked again and shattered apart as a giant shadow lugia broke through the floor. It's glowing red eyes a stark contrast to the Mewtwo's blue. "Speak of the devil..." The Lugia held in it's mouth a red and white ball with an emblazoned gold "S" on as a crest.
