So I'm doing this again :/

This is, obviously, as you can tell, a rip-off of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", a really good book by Douglas Adams. You should read it if you haven't yet.

Seriously, though, this takes heavy inspiration from that book.

Yeah.

Also sorry if they sound like basically humans, there wasn't exactly a need to put in words to make them... well, not human. Just know that they aren't, those describing things will come in next chapter.

Also also, each technological-age pokémon is from its own solar system (each is an alien to another, some are more advanced than others as well)

And also there's no random 'send me an OC' thing.

So without further ado, have this thing I made:

A Charmeleon wearing a black hoodie, pink shorts, and a backpack was hiking with her friend. As anyone on the moon of Rafad, orbiting Samh around what we call Upsilon Andromedae would know, the Charizard species are the only lifeforms that are technologically advanced.

Well, I mean they aren't, but they haven't found aliens yet. The Charmeleon, named Vassa, was hiking with her friend. I've said that already. This friend was, however, of a species known as the 'Zoroarks' from the planet Rahm orbiting Alpha Centauri B. Of course, Vassa nor anybody else on Rafad had any idea about this. The Zoroark-but-in-disguise was named Kaleek.

"Nice day outside, huh?" Vassa asked.

It was, of course, a nice day. For her, at least, since members of the Charizard species are used to the 60* Celcius temperature. For Kaleek it was almost unbearably hot, but he'd built a tolerance over his 5-year research stay on the moon.

"Yeah, pretty hot though," Kaleek responded, looking at Vassa for a second.

"Heh, it's pretty funny, seeing a Charmeleon not tolerating heat," Vassa replied, laughing a little. "Remind me again why you decided to take me on a hike so... suddenly?"

Kaleek looked around, seeing if anyone was nearby.

There was, of course, nobody nearby.

He looked back at her. "Would you believe me if I said... that the world was going to end?"

Kaleek had always been kind of odd, at least to the rest of Rafad. A bit eccentric, but there was something besides that that nobody could quite put their finger on. Maybe it was how he would sometimes forget words just a little too often, or how he would sometimes use strange terms nobody had ever heard of before, and when asked would just say it was something made up. However, despite this, he was generally accepted by his friends, and especially by Vassa.

"Is this another one of your 'weird moments'?" Vassa asked, smiling.

"...In 5 minutes." Kaleek replied, not smiling, not with any emotion on his face, really. "Listen, okay, this might be hard for you to believe. Impossible, maybe."

"Uh, okay...?" Vassa replied, now listening intently as she was interested in what he had to say.

"I'm from a place a long way away from here," Kaleek told her. "Like, not on this moon far away. I'm from what you would call the Kallajad System; the third planet around it."

Vassa didn't say anything and had a strange look on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, you don't believe me," Kaleek said in response. "But really, the world's gonna end in another 3 minutes. The Gengars, from Sgyrjysa, are going to bomb the hell out this world and probably kill off any survivors. They're in an interstellar war and don't want any up-and-coming aliens with space travel to go against them."

Vassa laughed. "You're really funny sometimes, ya know?"

And yet as she laughed several very large, black conical cigar shapes descended, quiet as nothingness itself. Nobody heard it. Not one of the many Charizards in a diner on the other side of Rafad, not a group making their way up the tallest mountain, not a Charizard preparing to scuba dive, nobody.

It took a few minutes before they hit the cloud layer and were visible, but oh boy did the Charizards across the world notice them. Everyone across the moon froze, not knowing what to do. Nobody knew how to react to the Gengars from the fourth planet of what we'd call TRAPPIST-1 invading their moon.

Back to Vassa and Kaleek, however, as a booming message was broadcast. It reverberated across every metal surface, seeped through cracks in wooden and brick houses, passed almost straight through apartment buildings.

"Hello, people of the moon of Rafad. We have come from another star to destroy you guys since you seem pretty likely to become an interstellar star nation. As you may know, we are in the midst of a large-scale war, and don't want you guys to join in against us."

Vassa now very much believed Kaleek, as the ships he'd 'predicted' had come. To add to it, he changed back into his normal form, a grey fox-like creature with long, flowing red and black hair.

Some response had obviously been transmitted, but nobody heard. The only evidence of this response was a reply from the Gengar ships.

"Oh, are you serious? 'We HaD nO iDeA aLiEnS eXiStEd!' are you kidding me?! Have you even tried looking for aliens, once, ever?! Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore, at least for you. Bombs away, and farewell citizens of Rafad! Nothing personal."

"Well, do you believe me now?" Kaleek asked, panicked.

"Yes! I do believe you!" Vassa replied. "Do you know a way out of this?"

Kaleek looked up and saw the faintest hint of a glistening object.

"Yeah, I do, actually." Kaleek then responded, his panic had dipped just a bit. "Our ride should be here any minute now."

An extremely loud boom was heard not too far away, a mushroom cloud visible soon afterward.

Kaleek then checked his watch, before shouting again, once again extremely panicked. Vassa had always thought it a weird watch, as it could do a lot of things most smartwatches couldn't do and had a brand name she couldn't recognize or even read.

"They're only 10 seconds away!"

A whistling sound could then be heard, at least to them, as one of the dropped bombs approached. It continued to fall faster and faster as the timer went down.

"They're here! They're here now!" Kaleek then yelled, his panic hitting and then breaking a ceiling. He pressed a button on his watch. "Hold on-"