After being gone for a while, I've finally decided to try my hand at writing again. This story will alternate between the past and present, while focusing mainly on one character and his Pokemon. It will also take place in the aftermath of the Pokemon War, so be prepared. As always, I do not own Pokemon. All rights go to their original owners. Official song for this Fanfic is Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

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I could hear the Magmortars blasting the beach with their Flamethrower and Flame Burst attacks. The cold seawater hit my face as my platoon's transport ship hit the lowest point on the beach, and the full volume of war hit me the minute I jumped out of the vessel. Immediately, we were bombarded by the surrounding fiery death. A young man next to me was blown back by the heat wave, which seared most of his flesh off. His Vileplume was just a pile of ashes by then. I had only survived because our Sergeant pulled me to the side at the last second.

Catching my breathe and uttering many thanks, I caught up with the surviving men, who were currently huddled beneath a pile of sandbags. Bullets attacked the bags, desperately trying to get to the fleshy targets behind them. A few of the younger privates were crying, finally realizing how much shit they were in right now. Captain was barking orders back and forth, and all I could make out was the main objective: Take out the bunkers where the Unovans were hiding, disable the machine guns, and secure the beach. It was easier said than done.

Alas, orders were orders, and after a few moments of taking in deep breathes, we charged. The barrage of bullets started up again almost immediately, and we were cut down before we had made it even a few feet. The bunkers were at least fifty feet ahead, and between them and us were dozens of Unovans and their pokemon. What was already left of the platoon had been cut down to only a dozen men or so, and even that number would be cut down soon. Suddenly, there were large bolts of lightning flying from behind me, dropping what Unovans they could. I turned around for only a second, just enough time to see Sarge ordering his Raichu to attack. It was like the rest of us had forgotten we had our own pokemon, and we sent them out to join the battle.

I called out my Blastoise, and ordered him to dowse what fire pokemon he could with his Hydro Pump. More and more attacks were being called out from our side, and in just a few minutes the battlefield was being ripped apart by electric, water, fire, and ice attacks. Guns were near useless in this type of situation, and the only way you survived was dependant on how fast you could throw out orders. I ordered Blastoise to halt the Hydro Pumps, and use Ice Beam to try and disable the machine guns from our current distance. He had managed to disable one, just as the Unovans began their counterassault. Now it was their turn to throw all different types of attacks at us, except we hadn't prepared for what came next. Dozens and dozens of Garchomps, Dragonites, and Charizards began cutting us down with Dragon type attacks.

We couldn't do anything. What ice moves we had were beginning to run out, and the opposing forces were advancing on us. Powerful, purple beams ripped our men apart, leaving only a few body parts to remain. Captain was blasted to shreds, and his left arm and head landed only a few feet from me. I zig zagged as much as I could, but was brought down with a hard hitting Dragon Pulse to my right arm. It was torn clean off, and I was thrown into the blood soaked sand. All I could do was lay there, defeated and screaming in pain. The heat of the attack wasn't enough to cauterize the wound, and I was slowly losing conscious to the amount of blood loss. The sounds of men dying on both sides were starting to fade out, as the darkness began to take my mind away.

I awoke with a jolt, and ran my left hand along my right arm to make sure it was still there, or at least, to see if the bionic replacement was still there. It was, and I sighed in relief. I put as much effort as I could into crawling out of bed, and after five minutes or so, I succeeded. I shuffled to the closest mirror, and took a look at myself. Despite the ragged appearance of drowsiness, I considered myself to be pretty handsome. I was 6'2, and had a good amount of muscle in my chest and arms. My black hair stuck to my forehead in sweat, but was otherwise short. My eyes, which used to be a lively blue, were now a lost, dull shade of what used to be. My skin was tan, but was physically a wreck. I had many scars running across my body, with the biggest one reaching from my lower back to the top of my left arm.

I did what maintenance I could on my robotic right arm, which was a present from the war, and walked downstairs in a zombie-like fashion. I was greeted by the fresh smells of breakfast, and the screams of a child's laughter. I sat down at the kitchen table, and everyone in the room seemed to notice me. My brother was the first to notice, and his little boy ran over yelling, "Uncle Ryker, Uncle Ryker!" I couldn't help but smile, but frown when I saw the look that his father carried.

"Ryker, we need to talk.", his brother, Jack, said. It carried a serious tone.

"What is it?" I said, still in sleepy voice.

"The rest of the family and I think you need to get outside more, maybe go on another journey. You've been sleeping in and lazing around for the past two years. You haven't talked to anyone except us, and people are starting to think you died." He said.

He was right. I hadn't really been outside for a few months, and even then I didn't venture outside of Pallet Town in years. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my old trainer card. A picture of a younger me took up most of the plastic, and he seemed so happy. It made me smile, and it also made me make my decision.

"Alright. I'll go. "

I know, the first chapter is pretty weak. I didn't know how I wanted this chapter to really play out, but I do promise that I'll keep working on it. I appreciate any and all reviews, just don't be an asshole. Thanks for reading, and I hope you stop by again.