+Prologue+
Not too long ago, there was a time where the people and Pokémon of the world lived together in harmony; a beautiful, safe and prosperous time. A time where young trainers would set out into the wilderness, capturing all manner of Pokémon, forming unbreakable bonds as they traveled the world. With their companions help, they would compete with other trainers in grand tournaments, striving to take the title as the world's greatest Pokémon master.
Others would live out their lives with Pokémon at their sides, helping them maintain farms, businesses, and even entire towns and cities. It was in this time that Pokémon were treated as brethren of man, and it was a time that could've have been any bit more tranquil.
But it was a time that mankind had taken for granted.
This was made apparent when the world fell under the control of a Fascistic, totalitarian government.
Quickly, the serenity, bountifulness, and happiness of the era deteriorated.
Only those favored and privileged by this regime could own Pokémon, while the rest had their Pokémon taken and sold. Pokémon were treated less as friends and more as slaves to the Government. Pokémon were forced to build cities, act as servants to the benefactors of the Regime, even as tools of war.
Many fought against this dictatorship, only to be cut down by the might of the Pokémon war-machine.
It wasn't until a freedom force, lead by a formerly world-famous Pokémon master, mustered up a following of other trainers large enough to stage a coup against the regime. Using liberated Pokémon, they pushed back the army gaining followers and Pokémon to aid their cause as their campaign to free the world pressed forward.
Victory seemed at hand as the Rebellion reached the Capital.
But the regime would not fall so easily.
In a final act of spite, the regime decided to sacrifice itself to bring the rebellion down with it. As a result, the world was cleansed in a nuclear holocaust, when atomic fire was rained down upon it.
However, many people and Pokémon took shelter from the bombs in giant, underground bunkers known as Vaults. For two centuries, numerous communities thrived deep underground.
Those who left these Vaults were greeted by lands torn apart by war, and plagued by radiation. Nevertheless, the former Vault-dwellers formed tribes and cities in the ruins of the old world.
But things did not go back to the way they were before the war. Even now the Wastelands of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos are ravaged by marauders, slavers and crazed Pokémon.
Every day is a struggle for survival.
Because war…war never changes…