Just Visiting

I began to have a sudden interest in Deoxys and the whole "alien invader Pokemon" idea, so I came up with a little story. It will be short but expect a few more chapters after this. MAYHAPS some BlindAurashipping in latter chapters (Deoxys x Uxie for those of you who don't know). As always:

Crazy today, the Helpless Romantic

Professor Juniper looked through the telescope with her mouth hung wide open. The shooting star she'd spotted that night changed its course and was now growing brighter and larger as it approached the stratosphere. "It will burn up soon," she said to herself nervously, "long before it gets close." But the blue fire that engulfed the comet seemed to have no effect. If anything its size seemed to be increasing. Now Juniper could tell it was the size of a football field, if it hit, it would be a disaster. Fear gripped the professor and told her to keep looking. She saw parts of the comet begin to crack and she prayed it would break apart. The parts of the star that cracked off did begin to disincarnate, silver dust flying into the sky and mingling with the blue flame tailing behind. What was left of the comet continued to fall through the sky. It was much smaller, and was shaper as a perfect sphere. "That's not a comet," Juniper said as it hit the ground far, far off, "it's a ship."

"General, you're going to want to see this." A scientist took his gaze away from the radar and spoke to the burly man. In the Space and Planetary Research Agency brilliant minds had sat at computer screens and watched the skies for decades, extending their view to the infinite final frontier. Overseeing the whole operation was General Grieves, who longed to return to the glory days of his youth on the battle field, rather than playing babysitter for a bunch of nerds. So when he approached the scientist's radar screen, he expected nothing more than a daily annoyance and more science mumbo-jumbo talk.

"What is it this time?" he asked staying poised in his battle torn uniform, "More solar inter-watch-a-ma-call-it?"

"It's not solar inference sir," the scientist said tapping the screen which shoed only a few pings and circles and mathematical computations that made no sense to Grieves. "Something has…broken through the stratosphere. We're picking up biological signals…and something else." The scientist tapped rapidly on the key board and a satellite image appeared. I t shoed a woods from aerial view a few hundred feet up in the air. The indication left by something was clearly visible, like a scar, still smoking and burning trees.

The aerial view scanned again, and followed the scar through the tree line. It stopped when it showed the end of the line. Still smoking was a small silver sphere. "What in Arceus's name is that?" The General asked bending closer to look at the screen.

"Some kind of…metallic projectile it seems." The scientist said, "I'll zoom in." The scene grew bigger only for a few seconds. Then the screen blinked on and off rapidly, finally it went black and a random storm of green symbols flashed through, too fast for the human eye to follow. Finally that stopped and the radar shoed only static. "We've lost transmission. Something's happened to our feed."

"Did we get a point of impact?" Grieves asked.

"From what geographical imaging we got…I'd say somewhere in the Lostlorn Forest."

"Assemble a team and get them there immediately," the General commanded marching away, "keep it discreet. I don't want anyone outside the Agency to get wind of this till we know what we're dealing with."

"Yes, sir."

"Looks like this job is finally getting interesting." Grieves chuckled as he walked away.

"Ah, forget you, ya crazy broad!" The drunken man screamed as the car dove off, leaving him on the side of the woods' road. After a far too generous consumption of alcohol, the man had hitched a ride with a girl from the party. She, however, refused his booze fueled advances and kicked him out of her car. The man took another swig of his almost empty beer can, and began to wobble down the road, his thumb sticking out.

It was a calm, cool night in the Lostlorn forest. Not completely in the uncharted woods, but far enough from the bright lights of Nimbassa. The Kricketune and Kricketots sang merrily into the night air. Another swig of beer lifted the man's spirit until he found that the can was now empty. He chucked it away and continued his drunken stupor.

He was not very far before he heard the sound. A low, swift mechanical humming, that seemed to zoom right by his head. Immediately the sound of the bug Pokemon's music stopped, leaving the night in ominous silent. He heard the noise again and the man looked out at the road. In the darkness, a single red light was visible, traveling very quickly down the road.

"Hey, over here!" The man called to the lights as it approached, waving his arms. The light got closer, and the mechanical humming came again. "What the hell?" The red light sailed past him at a terrifying speed, and the man felt the wind knocked out of him. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest. As he got up, he saw the light was gone, but he heard the drone again.

Scared now, the man ran awkwardly into the woods, hoping to avoid his invisible assailant. He steadied himself on a large tree after running a ways into the woods. The low sound came again. And something long and teal wrapped around the man's ankle. It pulled and sent him crashing to the forest floor.

He screamed and clawed at the dirt and the teal tentacle began to pull him into the shadows. More and more feelers got hold of his leg, and as his body completely disappeared into the darkness his cries of terror mixed into the night with the sound of robotic humming.