This is the third Fanfic that I'm producing. And I know, lads. I'm still working on the next chapter of WTRoCA, I'll be uploading it in few days, don't worry, it ain't cancelled, mates.
This is based on my experience on a game that I have recently bought, because I saw the trailer and thought it was awesome and it really is!
The game is, Battlefield 1. A game placed during the First World War, also known as, The Great War.
And I have to say, that it was hard to do this, because I had spend one hour doing a bit of research on Wikipedia and on the Codex Entries of the game, so I don't make any stupid mistakes on the fanfic.
Also, the 160th Pokémon Battalion, it ain't real, lads. It's just something that I came up with. And sorry about any german misspelling! I don't speak german, soooo, yeah... Sorry!
The Great Pokémon War.
Chapter 1: Kaiserschlacht: The Battle of Kaiser.
Operation Michael
21 March, 1918.
First Day.
Snivy sat on the muddy ground, in one of the trench lines; she was part of the British 160th Pokémon Battalion. They were in Saint Quentin, France. The germans were slaughtering them; they had Flamethrowers, heavy tanks, and a great stock of deadly weapons and ammunition. Right now, they were under a storm of german artillery shells.
She raised herself off the mud, peeking over the trench and silently watched her fellow Pokémon soldiers die from the artillery fire.
She watched every single Pokémon die from the artillery in that field.
She readjusted her helmet, and went back to sit down on the mud, once again. However, before she could sit, her commander appeared all of the sudden, bathed in blood and mud. He was a Lucario. He glanced at Snivy and motioned for her to follow him. She sighed and went before him without saying a world.
Once she caught up with him, she pulled out her Selbstlader 1906 with worried anticipation. Obviously, they've modified it to be easier for her to handle, but it's still pretty hard to shoot with it. She checked it to see if it's damaged and if it still has ammunition.
Luckily, it was not damaged. However, it was filthy. It was almost covered entirely in mud. She pulled out a cloth from her small bag, and gently wiped it clean. Once it was clean, she placed the cloth back in her bag, and decided to check for her ammunition.
No such luck. She only had a full clip of five bullets inside her rifle and seven more bullets on her bag. She had to make them count. She couldn't afford to waste more bullets. Sure, she could use her moves, however, it also would get her killed. By the time she would use it, she was already shot or brutally murdered with a trench club by some 'Fritz'.
She and her commander, went slowly through the trenches, keeping their heads down, to keep them from receiving a shot right through their heads.
They were very close to the village of Saint Quentin. It was only a matter of time.
And luck.
The Canine Aura Pokémon placed a hand over his helmet and pulled it back a little; to see a little better. They heard some german Pokémon speaking to each other, they are probably friends. However, that didn't matter, because they are going to be dead in the next few minutes anyways."
"Was ist die Angelegenheit, Genosse? Bist du ein bisschen schwindelig?" 'What's the matter, Comrade? Are you a bit dizzy?' The german Pokémon asked his comrade jokingly. Who just smirked and shook his head.
Lucario took a hold of his Hotchkiss Benét-Mercié machine gun. He was ready to attack. Nevertheless, he kept silent. Snivy, on the other hand, was anxious, and kept whispering to herself. And that, caught a german sturmsoldat's attention. He climbed the trench and saw the two Pokémon soldiers. He gasped, then, started to shout for his fellow partners.
"Feindlicher sturmsoldaten gesichtet! Feind! Feind!" 'Hostile shocktroopers spotted! Enemy! Enemy!' Lucario whispered a swear, and aimed his machine gun. The little snake soldier raised her Selbstladen 1906 and breathed heavily.
The battle begun. First, it came a german Oshawott screaming on top of his lungs, running towards Snivy, using an short barrel, infantry Gewehr. 98 rifle with a bayonet attached in the end of it.
He ran towards her, yelling in a hoarse, deep voice; while aiming his bayonet at her chest.
He thrusted it forward to try to stab the green snake, but she was fast enough to dodge the german otter.
She quickly pulled out her stolen Grabenspaten, which is, a german sharped-like shovel; and struck the sharp side of it, on the poor otter's back. He screamed in pain, and coughed up a blood. Snivy held the otter's shoulder, and pulled out of his back, his lifeless body collapsed on the muddy ground, blood pouring out of his body, making a bloody mess on the snake's uniform and face.
Then, his other comrades came into the fight. They were using all sorts of melee weapons; trench clubs, trench knives, Barbed wire clubs, hatchets, pickaxes, and even the Grabenspaten that she was using.
Maybe she could make it out alive, or maybe not. Maybe someone's finally putting a bullet her head, and end all of this.
It's only a matter of time.
