Kundee: “What? Who the heck are you?! And why would you need me?!”

-The flygon warrior then went on an elevator to the throneroom-

-meanwhile in the throne room, the Flygon Desert Storm Lord was sitting in his throne, being fanned by two female flygons all dressed in black robings and gold armor, holding fans that looked like their wings, only their eyes, wings and tails being visible. The Flygon king was slumping in his seat, his wings uncomfortably folded against the back of the seat, his tail curling around his hip and laid on his legs. The king was contemplating somthing very deep, shadows from his agal head-dress shadowed his face, but he looked somewhat depressed, depressed from missing someone in his life...-

-the king rose his hand, and the women stopped fanning him, looking confused of how slow he was to raise his hand-
One of the fan-women: "Baladay easifat alsahra' alrab. Hal 'ayu shay' yazaeijak?" 
(Translation: "My Desert Storm Lord. Does anything trouble you?" )

-The women said, worried, Flygarra only slowly raised his hand to her to silence her, he'd grumble and tilted his head down-

Flygarra: "No... nothing worried your king... its. ...somthing from my past..." -he said vaguely, feeling more sad-

-the women looked more worried, and quickly left him to go get him some medicine, letting some nearby guards to help them.-

-now the room was devoid of any peers, the king lifted his head, looking around the very ornate throne-room, he's sigh and reach his hand over to a hidden compartment in his throne-

-the sandstone hatch slid open after being pressed on, the king of the Flygons looked over on it, the compartment held two golden sandstone revolvers, all embossed with special markings for the king, he'd remove those duel revolvers and reach in deeper, he'd press on another plate and a compartment on the other arm of the throne opened up, he'd loom over it and then, softly smile-

-he'd take the object of intrest out of the compartment and held it in his hand, looking at it, having some feeling of nostalgia. It was a old dusty rusted Pokéball. He'd examine it well, blowing on it to remove some dust, it had faded paint, suggesting it was once an Ultra Ball. He'd smile at it, remembering the times he was back, unevolved from chi, with his old trainer, he'd try to remember his name but it couldn't come to his mind. He'd open it, thankfully, he'd removed its capture tractor beam emitter and on the inside so it would not capture him anymore. Inside of the ball was structured like a locket, showing a faded yellowed picture of his trainer on the inside of the top hemisphere. It also held a small necklace that the trainer once wore, the necklace had DNA Splicer attached to it, showing how special it was on the bottom hemisphere.-

Flygarra: "I wish i could come back to you... it's been ages... i've lived for a long time now thanks to the chi that furthere evolved me, and i'm afraid to go back to you, only to find that, you've passed..." -he said sadly, looking away, he'd then shudder and close the pokéball locket, and slowly put it back where it emerged from.-

-he'd put back the revolvers on the other side and closed the hatch, sighing in defeat, suddenly, he heard a knocking on the large wooden doors that led into his throne room, he'd grunted, straitened himself out in his throne and unfold his wings to make his apperance seem more regal. Ready to adress the person adressing him.-

(OOC: I havent replied. )

-Viokun flailed around more whining still-

-suddenly, a girly shreik cuaght the guy whom is dragging the young Vibrava out-

???: “YYYYAAAAAAHHH, LOOK OUT BELOOOOWW!!!” -the voice said, before slamming into the guard carring Viokun Away-

-Viokun gasped and struggled to get free before being tackled down by the Paratroopa that collided into the guard-

Viokun: “Hah?! Mhla! madha tafeal ya balnsbt ly!? Alhusul ealaa ly!” -The vibrava shouted, struggling with the Paratroopa on him-
(Translation: “Huh?! Hey! what are ya doing to me!? Get offa me!“)

???: “Keep it down, why won’t ya?! Also why don’t ya bug off ya bug!?” -she said, before slapping Viokun around-

-suddenly, another voice called out. Calling the Paratroopa girl by name-

Parakarry: “Parakefka Kyoto?! W-where are you?! Y-your mother is g-gonna kill me if i don’t find you!! Wh-where’d ya go?!” -the timid Paratroopa mailman shouted, flying around frantically around the trees and canopys before meeting the guard whom was dragging Viokun-

OOC: Nice setup 

IC: *The guard gets up off the ground. He grabs Viokun by the collar before he can run away.* "Hello there... um, i don't know your name. I'm escorting this young flygon to Khan so he can give him a message. What are you doing all the way out here? Shouldn't you be at the Koopa Forest?"

Kundee: “But i have a country to run! Anyone else gonna git dis burden off my back if i accept?!” -he growled-

IC: "Wait, you run the country now? Congratulations on getting promoted then! Well... do you have an advisor or someone you can leave in charge? Then you could do the job on the mainland and go back when you're done. If not then good luck being president." (last sentence is not sarcastic. just letting you know.) 

OOC: The first sentence, made me think you do  I mean I do know Kaiserreich was a german empire name.