Margate Beach, South Africa, Earth March 12 2024 AD

"Home at last, it's been a while, Earth." Said Rhyder, the youngest of the group of five having just turned sixteen the week before they departed. In a loose black shirt and black longs, with short, spiky brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was anything but an imposing figure, standing at a mere 1,69 meters with broad shoulders, scrawny arms and chest but fairly built thighs. Despite that apparent lack of muscle on his body, the lithe, lean muscles hidden underneath were surprisingly powerful. Suddenly he found himself face down with a mouthful of sand and a person on his back wearing their trademark grin.

"Quit the reminiscing Satan, we've got work to do" - this from Luca, the resident joker. No one had figured out why he called Rhyder Satan, and they probably wouldn't unless he decided to tell them. At nineteen he was quite large, standing 2 meters at the shoulder with blue eyes and black hair with the occasional silver stripe from the scars on his head. Surprisingly gentle, belying the scars that covered his body from fighting hand to blade with a Bisharp when they had first encountered Pokemon. He had learned the hard way not to fight Pokemon without weapons, and wore leathers to protect and cover up the damage to his body, though that did nothing to change his attitude.

They were the scouting party, the rest soon to follow when the coast was clear. "Cheer up Satan, it's not that bad is it?" said Luca as they trekked across the sand.

"I've got sand in my mouth, in what universe is that not bad."

"Ours, it's just that you are the only one who wouldn't be laughing."

"Luca, I hope you get eaten by a Tyranitar."

"Come on Satan, it's only a little bit of sand."

Suddenly a roar came from the ruins of the city and the earth started to shake as a massive silhouette detached itself from the buildings and headed towards them.

"Looks like I might get my wish after all." Said Rhyder with a smirk, drawing his gun.


Spear Pillar, Sinnoh, Poke-earth Spring 48 152 PBE

Amid the ruins a trio prepared supplies, occasionally glancing at the pink, grey and blue portal before them. "Was it wise to send those two alone?" Asked Sydney, the second youngest, only a month older than Rhyder, yet she acted like a mother to the group. She was fairly short at only 1,52 meters and her black hair with natural blond highlights was the envy of many, and she had the "anti-ideal" bust as Luca would say, meaning that she had virtually no breasts, despite her efforts to make them larger. She wore a low cut purple tank top with a visible padded push up bra (it wouldn't fit her otherwise) and the shortest shorts she could buy (she has an inferiority complex).

"They'll be fine, it's Rhyder and Luca that we are talking about here, when they aren't trying to kill each other they're almost invincible." Said Catherine, the splitting image of the Sinnoh champion Cynthia, who almost gave the aforementioned a heart-attack when they met at the Pokemon League two years after landing up on Poke-earth, and she had dressed up as the champion for fun. She was twenty-two years old with she had a mean streak that she claimed she inherited from her father, a man who she had never known. She usually dressed all in white, wearing elbow length gloves, knee length boots, a sleeveless jacket over a midriff bearing shirt and a skirt over knee length tights.

"From the sounds coming through the rift, I wouldn't be so sure, it sounds like they are fighting something big." Said Alex calmly from the top of a pillar. Alex, henceforth referred to as it or Alex was completely androgynous in appearance and voice, and the five had never discovered what it's sex was, and had mostly given up on trying to find out after ten years. The boys had once planted a micro-camera in it's room, and the aftermath of its discovery had been anything but pretty. It was of an average hight at 1,75 meters and wore it's hair long enough to be considered feminine but short enough to be considered only slightly long for a male. It's grey clothing was loose, and covered by a silver cloak ninety percent of the time.

Catherine cursed, standing up and looking towards the rift. "It's coming closer, those two are either dead, retreating or going to use the rift as some sort of execution device that will only work in their deranged world- typical."

Right on cue there was a rumbling and the trio threw themselves to the ground as massive rocks ripped through the ruins, further damaging the already desecrated relic. "Shit" said Sydney as they raced to the pile of weapons next to the rift.


"Having fun yet?" Yelled Rhyder as he darted in to empty his clip into one of the holes in the Tyranitar's rocky armor, reaching into his ammo pouch to grab the last clip for his machine gun as a massive foot pounded the ground where he had been mere seconds before.

"Of course, who do you take me for, Sydney?" Luca screamed back as he dodged a fissure that ran through the earth, reaching for his claymore, the only weapon that he had left. The huge sword was a comforting weight in his arms as he charged at the beast's tail. Rhyder ran in, scaling the cracks in the armor to get to the holes in the neck cavity, and firing his last bullets into the tender flesh beneath before holstering his gun. Reaching to his back with both hands, he drew his heavy mace sheathed there, sliding it out and leaping onto the beast's head to start breaking off the armor plating. Luca swung a upward slash at the unprotected underside of its tail, and promptly ducked as it's pained thrashing nearly took off his head.

"Doesn't this thing seem slower than the ones back on Poke-earth, it hasn't even used moves yet either, I hope it isn't using Bide or we are screwed!" Yelled Luca as he retreated in the face of the onslaught of foot and tail.

"True, but who are we to complain, it used to take all five of us to take down one of these things, I was worried we would need to call for backup!" Came the reply, followed by a loud grunt as Rhyder managed to smash though the last of the rock plating. Sheathing the mace Rhyder drew his long sword, and with a cry of "FINISHING BLOW!" He drove it through the Tyranitar's skull.

"You spend too much time playing games kid." Panted Luca as Rhyder rode the dying creature to the ground.


"Seriously, what's up with the Machoke all of a sudden?" Groaned Catherine as she downed another of the musclebound beasts with a bullet to the chest, only to be confronted by another swinging a fist at her face. "I'm guessing that it has something to do with the rift being entered by humans, or they just want to kill something." Replied Sydney as she retreated even further behind the offensive line to fire an explosive shrapnel rounds. "SR incoming. Get back!" She screamed as she prepared to fire.

In a few seconds large numbers of corpses littered the ground, barely recognizable as Pokemon anymore. "More incoming!" Yelled Alex from it's vantage point, before throwing a grenade into the midst of the horde. "Those boys had better get here soon, we can't hold out like this much longer" muttered Sydney as she started to reload her machine gun. Suddenly she grasped her head in pain, magazine rattling to the ground, and the fighters collapsed to the ground, unable to move under such a strong psychic pressure. "Shit, we've got to move, now, Bronzong and Medicham inbound, grab what you can and go, we aren't equipped to fend off psychic attacks of this magnitude!" Screamed Catherine as she sprinted for the supplies.

After a few minutes of frantic supply transfer, Alex yelled "They are almost close enough to use psycho-kineses, time to leave!"

Sydney and Catherine subsequently grabbed as much as they could carry and leaped through the rift, leaving Alex, who while checking what they were forced to leave behind, spotted a set of belts, each one having multiple pouches attached. "You almost left the union's gift, that would've been a disaster." It said with a grin as it reached out to grab the belts and flick a small switch that rested on the side of one of the remaining sets of explosives.


Upon return to the rift, Rhyder and Luca were more than a little surprised to see the rest of the group packing bags outside the portal, with less than half the supplies necessary to set up a base camp, and barely enough to sustain them throughout their campaign. They needed to find a surviving city to resupply at or risk failure before their mission had even started, and little did they know that the trials that lay ahead would be worse than any that they had ever faced before, and death was always one step away.