Far from the mountains, hidden away from the cameras and the probing eyes of scientists and governments, a large building that seeming to be inspired by the castles of Unova was nestled away. Inside, in a chair that seemed to be built like a throne, sat a man.
Older with a near constant scowl on his face, he watched the moniters above his chair, looking over the video footage. The underwater security cameras had caught the victory over the boot. All should be well; his haven secure.
"And yet," he pondered aloud, drawing the attention of the young blonde woman and middle aged brunette man next to him they had been awaiting his verdict on the contents of these very tapes. "Despite the efforts of our border patrols, there are outsiders here," he said, glaring at another monitor that showed the shore lines. The screen was split between nine images and the at least three screens showed young adults escaping the boat and landing on his home!
"Luke," the older man called the brunette man. Luke turned his gaze to the older man with reverence but dared not speak. "You trained our patrol forces, did you not?"
"Yes, sire," Luke replied, his voice low and gravelly. He held his head low in despair. His subordinates, and by extension he himself, had failed their leader.
"You almost never fail me. I cannot remember the last time that happened, Luke."
"It has been nearly thirty years now, Sire."
Luke let out a silent sigh of relief as 'Sire' waved his hand dismissively. "No matter. After so long of no visitors, it's only natural they lower their guard. Although, if it happens again, they will die," the man on the throne said matter of factly. "Darla, see to it that this gets handled," he said before relaxing in his seat.
"With pleasure, Sire," Darla said, her lips curling into a cruel smile as she bowed low before making her exit.