Chapter 1: In Which We Meet the First Pokemorph
So, as the title suggests, we find out how the 'morphs were created. Here you go!
Also, I don't own Pokemon.
"Back in the Civil war of 2050, King Nathaniel was trying to be the strongest ruler on Pokeearth. He knew a normal army wasn't enough, so he created the Research and Development division to make a super soldier. He won that war before they finished, so the scientists in charge started to slack off, except for one. He worked tirelessly to finish the job. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't convince the newly appointed king that it was. As the years went by, the other scientists either quit or were fired for lack of progress. Soon he was alone with his work team. They did figure it out, but by then the king was mad with power and decided that one wouldn't be enough. But the scientist wouldn't allow the same thing to happen again. He had to stop him." The War in Kanto, by Reyak Robocacci.
30 Years Ago: March 30th, 2085
"Sir, Johto has declared war on us. What's the plan?"
"Private, we're going to kill as many of them as we can. We will take over Johto."
"Sir, how long do you think this war will last?"
"Private, that depends on the work of the Chief Scientist of the Research and Development sector. Would you please fetch him for me?"
"Yes sir!" the young man said as he turned to leave. He heard the older man mumble something. "What? I couldn't hear that, sir."
"I said, war can be a good thing, private. I can see in your eyes that you don't believe that, but it is true. War is the fastest way for a Nation to grow. So run and fetch Professor Andrew."
"Yes, sir." said the young man as he walked out the door.
The older man sighed. "Young folk these days. They don't understand the truth."
A few moments later, a slightly portly man walked through the door, his face bright red. "I came... as fast... as I... could... sir." He managed to pant out.
"Good to see you Andrew. And forget the sir thing when we are alone. We're on a first name basis, remember? Call me Nathaniel."
"Okay, Nathaniel. What exactly did you need me for? That young man only said that you wanted me."
"Well, Andrew, do you remember the project I had you working on? We need to bring back the Super Soldier case. It may be necessary for the war with Johto."
"Sir... I mean, Nathaniel, are you certain? It could be dangerous for the test subject."
"I am certain. Do you have a test subject? Or will I have to assign a man?"
"Yes, yes, I have a subject. But still, the side effects..."
"Forget the side effects. You need to start this immediately. And I would like you to use the DNA of my precious Machamp to form him."
"Sir! Your Machamp's DNA may over power the DNA of the man! We may not make a Super Soldier, but an identical copy of your Machamp!"
"Too bad. You are to start immediately. Here is a sample of his blood."
He took the syringe. "Yes, my king."
"Again with the king calling? Call me Nathaniel. I mean it."
"Ok, Nathaniel. Because you are requesting it, I'll start. I'll send you a report of our findings."
He walked out the door. King Nathaniel looked to the shadowed corner of his office. His Machamp stepped out and grinned. All was going according to plan.
April 4th, 2085
Andrew had finally found the right combination to make the serum that would mix the DNA. Not only that, he had determined that it would not kill the host's cells outright. He sighed. He really didn't want to do this. It was unethical, and not only that, it was downright dangerous. But he had promised the king he would do it, so on he worked.
"Ralph, we're ready for you. Come on in." he called out.
A young man walked through the door. He was tall, and he had the good looks that only farm boys seemed to have. Not only that, he was already strong. But he didn't have body builder muscles. He had hard work muscles. They didn't bulge, in fact, they were small. But looks can be deceiving.
"Alright doc, where to?"
"Firstly, you need to remove your uniform. It may get ripped during the transformation, and we wouldn't want that. You may grow new arms. Now wouldn't that be interesting?"
"Yes doc, it would. But don't you think it may hurt to do that?"
"Quite probably, yes. But I need you to lay on this table. We're going to strap you down, with straps tested against Machamp's, and then we'll do the injection. Nurses!"
As the nurses strapped Ralph in, Andrew turned to look in the mirror as he finished the serum. That was when he noticed the deep bags under his eyes. He sighed again. He'd be glad when this was over.
"You ready?" he asked, turning to Ralph.
"As ready as I'll ever be." was the response.
Andrew turned, ready to do the injection. He pushed the needle into Ralph's arm and pushed the plunger. At first, nothing happened. Then, a strange thing happened. The area around the injection sight had changed color to match the skin color of King Nathaniel's Machamp. As the serum moved towards Ralph's heart, the skin it passed turned that color as well.
"Take notes." Andrew said, motioning to one of the nurses. He grabbed a notebook and started to write some observations.
"Doc? What's up?" Asked Ralph, unaware of the changes that were happening.
"Nothing, nothing. At least, I hope nothing..."
At that moment, Ralph shouted out in pain. The serum had reached his heart. Andrew watched as the blue raced away form his heart, before suddenly fading from his eyesight. As he watched, it seemed to him that the blue disappeared.
"Ralph? You ok?" he asked.
He was panting. "Yeah, I think so. I think-"
At that exact moment, his eyes grew wide as two more arms shot out of his side.
"Well that musta hurt like a-" Started one of the nurses, but just as he said the last word, Ralph screamed.
"Get him morphine! That has to be some intense pain! Human dose for now."
As one of the nurses hurried to get the morphine, Andrew examined Ralph's new arms. Both were already extremely muscled, and he knew that they would make Ralph the super soldier he had imagined. But at what cost?
"The human dose killed the pain." said the nurse.
"Good, write that down. We will need to know that." Andrew sighed. He wasn't going to sleep well for weeks.
April 5th, 2085
"You can't send him into combat yet! He has to get used to his new body!"
"Take that up with the King I'm just following orders."
"The King has to understand that science isn't miracles. Time is necessary."
"Then you talk to him. I ain't."
"Fine. Back to work, soldier."
Andrew stomped down the hall. He intended to rant for awhile. He needed to blow off some steam, give the king what for. He shoved open the door and marched into the room.
"Ah, Andrew, I was just about to send for you."
"Sir, I need to get something off my chest."
"Oh? Go on, tell me everything."
"Sir-"
"Call me Nathaniel."
"Nathaniel, I cannot, with good conscious, send Ralph into the war zone. He still isn't used to his new body, and-"
"Andrew-"
"He still has to be trained, and-"
"Andrew-"
"He has to heal, and-"
"ANDREW!"
"What? Oh, sorry. Yes sir?"
"Andrew, you have time. I'm not ready to send in infantry yet. Probably not for a month. So you have a month. Get to it."
"Thank you Nathaniel." He turned to go.
"Oh, and Andrew? May I request that my Machamp be part of the training? He needs some practice."
"I can do that. Here, the notes from the experiment. You should read through them."
He walked out the door. As he headed back to his lab, only one thought went through his head.
"This is going to be a hard month."
May 5th, 2085
"Well doc, its been a month. Can I go into battle yet?"
"Not yet. You need to go through one more test. The arena here will change for each part, so you don't have to go to a different area. Also, you're gonna have to figure it out. I'll be up in my private box to watch."
As Andrew left, Ralph prepared himself for the first part. It was what looked like a maze. He found his way through quickly, and readied for the next challenge. Then he had to do an accuracy test, and then hand-to-hand combat with Machamp.
As Andrew watched from his box, he was taking notes. Ha was so intently watching the battle that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.
"Impressive, yes? I told you he was good."
"You were right, father. He is impressive."
Andrew turned. Behind him were King Nathaniel and Prince Maximilian.
"Ah, hello sir. I've just been watching him train. He does move rather well."
Ralph had Machamp in a headlock and was punching it repeatedly in the face. Machamp moved fluidly, throwing him to the ground. They kept it up for quite a while.
"I never thought I'd see a human beat up a Pokemon. Such a wonder of science. Good job Andrew."
"Thank you sir. I have worked hard to get him ready. I think he can go to combat now."
"I agree. He ships out tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell him that. Would you like to stay and watch with me? I'm sure he will be interesting to watch."
"I, unfortunately, will not be able to stay. But I think Maxie here will stay, right bud?"
"Father, you know I don't like being called Maxie. But I will stay to watch."
"Good boy. See you tomorrow, Andrew."
"Yes sir."
June 1st, 2085
"War is Hell." William Tecumseh Sherman, the great general in the civil war that split Kanto off of Johto, once said that. And boy, is that true. In the past month of fighting, hundreds of soldiers on both sides and their Pokemon had died in this endless battle. But the end was in sight. Goldenrod, capital of Johto, was just over the horizon. On they pushed, invading the country that had once ruled them.
Ralph thought he would be just another one of the guys. But no. He didn't smoke with them, he didn't drink with them, he didn't play cards with them. They shunned him, and he was always forced to the front of the battlefield. He had led the army to many a victory, but he didn't get the satisfaction of a medal or an award. He wasn't rewarded for being great, he was shunned. After the war, he decided that he was going to wander into the forest and live alone. The war was almost over. Only one more city between him and his life as a hermit.
So, how'd you like it? Review! Or else I refuse to include any oc's.