"Meowsie! Move your Dark-Type butt and get ready to go," I shouted, furiously tugging on my uniform. My Meowth, nicknamed Meowsie, just meowed in response and continued to brush her whiskers. "Don't sass me," I warned her, zipping around trying to find my leggings. "You and I both know what Father's like when we're late to his meetings." Sliding on the storm cloud grey shirt and shorts, I pulled my lanky black hair into a side ponytail. 

"Where are my shoes," I groaned, anxiety sweeping over me. If I was late to whatever my father had to say, even by a moment, I would be looking at, at the very minimum, six months of working at some undercover business in some small town in Kanto. Selling pastries for pocket change was for amateurs. I was above such basic forms of Team Rocket business.

"They're under there," she called, gesturing to my high-tops, just peeking out from under my bed. "Thanks," I grunted, pulling them on. Sprinting to the door, I took one last look in the mirror. I brushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind one of my ears. Other than that, I thought I looked fine. 

My charcoal eye shadow wasn't smeared, my eyeliner was fine, and my uniform wasn't creased or stained. "Let's go," I called, Meowsie scurrying to my side. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my room and stepped out into the labyrinth of hallways making up the Team Rocket HQ. "Showtime," I murmured. 

Shoulders back, head held high, I strutted down the halls. The key to feeling confident is acting confident, and to do that I need to act like I'm on a pedestal. I need to think and feel that I'm above the attention of every single operative in this base. And I am, in a way. For one thing, nobody else can claim they're Giovanni's daughter.

As I reach the door to my father's office, I'm secretly relieved to see a familiar face. "Special Operative G," Matori, my father's secretary, greets me with her usual monotone. "Matori," I nod back in acknowledgement. "Giovanni is in a meeting with Captain G in his office right now. He should be done by 6 AM."

"Thank you," I flash her a quick smile. A corner of her mouth perks up in response. Matori's one of those people who always has a poker face donned. But, even people like her can't help but smile at me. After all, I am a legend among most operatives, even if they don't know my heritage.

Checking the watch on my wrist, I looked at the time. 5:58 AM. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't late. Meowsie looked at the watch then looked up at me with an exasperated look. "Don't look at me that way," I told her. "We've been late to way too many meetings because of you and your morning routine."

"I need sleep so I don't fall asleep during meetings," she replied with a huff. "And I can't go out in public looking like I got hit by some Flying-Type move." Matori stiffened when Meowsie started speaking. I didn't blame her. Not many operatives have seen a talking Pokemon before. 

Meowsie got the idea from another Meowth, who was probably the least qualified person or Pokemon to work for Team Rocket. He worked in a trio of incompetent failures who couldn't even bring a single Pikachu in. She asked him to teach her English, and now, six months later, she was fluent in it. Minus stumbling over a few longer words, that is. 

"Can we please focus on the meeting," I said, keeping my eyes trained on the door. "It might be something really important."
"Please," Meowsie responded, sitting on my left shoulder. "Since when has Giovanni given us a really important mission? And I mean a mission, not having me spend a few days picking pockets in Unova for loose change."

"Hey," I said, turning my head to make eye contact. "First of all, that was before we were promoted to Special Operative. Second, those missions might not have been threatening to our lives or Team Rocket, but they've been small steps on the road to world domination, and steps towards Giovanni's trust and approval." Meowsie just fluffed her whiskers and ignored me. I huffed and turned back to the door.

The only reason we're partners was because we got paired together on a mission in Alola, where she was from. We needed to collect Z-Crystals, or something like that. It had happened awhile ago. We ended up bonding over our love of music. She might be vain, stubborn, and her sleep schedule is erratic and infrequent, but she's one of the closest friends I have. She's also one of the best pickpockets I know, so that factors in some respect automatically.

A minute or so later, the doors silently slid open to reveal my father's office. It was fairly luxurious, with dark wooden flooring and charcoal grey walls made of a mysterious metal. There was an extremely luxurious chair on a raised platform, which was facing a blank, white computer screen that took up half of the back wall. 

There was a large desk on the right hand side of the room, and a vacant fireplace on the left. As I walked in, the dark wood floors squeaked under my shoes. I winced as a particularly loud shriek went off as I approached my father's desk. "So, you've arrived," came a velvety voice from the chair on the platform. "And you're not late this time. Impressive."

I chuckled lightly. "Y-yes sir," I mumbled. The source of the voice turned, and the light from the computer screen cast a halo of light around his chair. My father smiled coldly, stroking his beloved Kantonian Persian sitting on his lap. Meowsie slid behind my leg at the sight of him. She never liked Persians, which was why she wore an Everstone on a chain around her neck.

"Captain G," Father turned to his left. "You are dismissed. Thank you for your time." 
"Thank you for seeing me, sir," my brother replied, saluting before he made his way towards the door. He paused by me for a moment, and put a hand on my shoulder. Squeezing it gently, he left the room. 

Even that small sign of affection was enough to make me more confident, even in the presence of my father. Because, right now, he wasn't 'Dear Old Dad'. Oh, no. Now, he was Giovanni; Team Rocket Leader and heartless businessman. And in his presence, I needed to show no fear. 

"You wanted to see me, Father," I asked, trying to stand up a bit straighter. 
"Yes," he said, standing. His Persian leapt off of his lap, and started stalking Meowsie from the shadows. "I wanted to talk to you about a project I've been thinking about for a very, very long time." 

He walked over to the desk, and picked up a tiny, silver remote. Clicking the sole button on it, the screen in the back immediately changed. Instead of a blank canvas, it was now a collage of pictures of a strange place I had never been to before. 

There were pictures of a huge stadium that looked like a rose. A city that looked like a fortress. A skyscraper that reached past the clouds. A huge, open area where wild Pokemon roamed everywhere. 

But what really drew me was a photo of a strange creature that resembled an enormous Charizard, and a trainer with long, purple hair standing in front of it. Then, the realization struck me that it was, indeed, an enormous Charizard, who took up over half of the stadium. 

"Father, are these pictures...real," I asked in disbelief. Meowsie hopped onto my shoulder to get a better look, and to escape Father's Persian batting at her tail. "Yes, they're real," Father said. "This phenomenon is called Dynamaxing, and it's exclusive only to the Galar region." 

"Yes, I've heard about Galar and Dynamaxing many times before," I lied. Being unprepared for a potential mission was almost as bad as failing it, and I wasn't about to say I didn't know anything. Father turned to me and smiled. "You're a horrible liar, Special Operative, but I trust you can handle whatever it can throw at you."

Turning back to the screen, he continued on with what he was saying. "Yes, Galar is home to Dynamaxing, but it is also home to many unique Pokemon, and strong ones at that. Some Pokemon from Galar have a unique look when Dynamaxing, called Gigantamax."

"So that's why that Charizard looks so strange," I exclaimed. "It Gigantamaxes!"

Father nodded. "Yes. Similar to Mega Evolution, it is temporary, but while it lasts these Pokemon contain unimaginable strength. Gigantamaxed Pokemon also have unique moves that only they can use while Gigantamaxed. These are called G-Max moves. Regular Dynamax moves are called Max Moves.

The man you see before you is the Champion of Galar, Leon. His Charizard is one of the strongest in the region, because of its unique Gigantamax and G-Max move, G-Max Wildfire. He's reigned undefeated for quite awhile and is a very popular icon all around Galar."

"Whatever my task is, I will complete it diligently and as efficiently as possible," I promised him. Chuckling, he turned back to me. "I have no doubt in my mind you will," he smiled, and for a moment I saw my father shining through Giovanni. Then, his smile dipped back into his usual poker face and he straightened up.

"Special Operative G," he said, taking on a serious tone. "The way a Trainer can Dynamax their Pokemon is with a Wishing Star, an invaluable resource that powers the whole Galar region. They also need a Dynamax band to harness the Wishing Star's energy. Your mission is to pose as an average trainer, and compete in the Galarian gym challenge. On your journey, you will collect as many Wishing Stars as you can. 

When you make it to the finals and win the title of Champion, you will be able to ask the company Macro Cosmos, the ones who created Dynamax bands, for extra ones. I'll let you decide what to tell them. Once you have the Wishing Stars and the Dynamax bands, you will be escorted back to headquarters via a Team Rocket helicopter. You have one year to complete this task. Do not fail me."