Damn, its been WAY too long since I updated... well, anything really. In any case, sorry for the delay. I've had school to do, and all that stuff. Hopefully, the next two parts of Calypso will come out sooner rather than later.

A/N: Fixed some discrepencies and re formatted some things.

Enjoy.

Calypso

The island was big, easily a hundred kilometres in diameter, deeply forested, and with natural cliff walls boxing in a small concrete bunker near the centre. Smaller cliffs dotted the coastline, which was sandy and almost pure white in places. One of the longer cliffs had a runway on it, while another had several helipads.

Yet, the moment I laid eyes on that distant spot of land, I knew something was going to go horribly wrong. I couldn't place the feeling, of course, but somehow I just knew. And, unfortunately, I had a penchant for being right about that kind of thing.

I leaned forward, resting my clawed hands against the controls and dials of the helicopter. Surprisingly enough, the tiny plastic covers on several important looking dials managed to hold my weight. My binocular eyes shifted uneasily, trying in vain to find something to justify my fears.

A flock of birds, I couldn't identify which breed, flew around the island in a small circle, flitting through the forests and cliffs like dancers. I watched their flight for a moment, oblivious to what could easily be seen just slightly to the west of Calypso.

Looking away as Volt dipped the chopper lower, I noticed a dark patch of the water, roughly rectangular and nearly seventy meters long. Following the line, I noticed for the first time a small block of ships, steel shells resting on the water.

And they were all red. Painted red, flying a red (and vaguely Oriental) flag, several small red dots moving around on them, and red floodlights on the front. "Those don't look like Bosnian ships…" Volt looked over at my comment.

"Well, that's just beautiful." Her hand flew over the controls, checking various knobs and levers. "Lynx, you better tell your squad about that, could be trouble." I drifted to the back of the helicopter, claws digging into the walls slightly.

I grabbed the radio off the wall, being careful not to damage it with my… less than delicate hands. Fumbling with the switch, I pressed the plastic rectangle to my ear. "Hey, Alice? Do you, ah, see those ships over there?" I felt awkward asking the question, simultaneously asking myself if she could possibly have missed them and whether or not my voice sounded different while I was in my Latios form.

A muffled curse followed the question. "Uh, yeah. Those are, uh, not ours. Not by a long shot." Another muffled curse followed. "Yeah, get to Calypso. A chopper and a damaged fighter plane aren't close to an even match against that fleet. Once we're on the ground we can formulate an attack plan," A pause. "Hopefully one that doesn't involve us getting our asses booted out of Calypso."

Static crackled over the radio. "Un-fied c-aft, id-ify you-selves." The voice was rough, male. Alice chimed back in. "Calypso control, this is the Gamma Wing, we request permission to enter friendly airspace." The rough, choppy transmission resumed. "And-chopper?"

I flicked my ears in annoyance, hanging the radio back on the wall. Pulling myself back into the cockpit, I glanced at the window just in time to see an angry red line pass by us mere inches away. "Son of a-, damnit, Lynx they're firing on us!" I blinked, not processing the words for a moment.

Everything clicked into place when an explosion shook the chopper. I almost swore. Almost. Then another explosion sounded just to the left, slamming me into the wall. "Fuck!"

The blow caused my head to swim, and my vision filled with spiralling black dots. When it cleared, the first thing I noticed was a splotch of angry red on the front window of the helicopter. "Volt?" I asked nervously, not wanted to find out if the explosion had knocked her out. I couldn't fly with a person on my back.

I saw her hand press against the glass, leaving a red hand print. Worried, I pulled myself inside. She looked fine, other than a large red gash on her forehead. Blood had already begun to seep down her face, but she whipped it away and gripped the control. "Bastards are going to pay for that…" she muttered.

"Just get us to that island," I said, getting impatient. I never realized how much I hated being cooped up like this. I resumed looking out the window, watching Alice's plane nimbly dodge explosions and tracer rounds. And that gave me an idea.

ANGEL

For an instant, everything turned blue. Time seemed to slow, stop. I watched Wraith's left arm swing out, aimed almost right for my forehead. And I watched as colour returned to the world, and Wraith was flung into the wall. He disappeared before he hit it.

I looked around, knowing exactly who my savoir was. The same thing happened often. And sure enough, I caught a flash of black, and a glimpse of sparkling red-purple eyes. "Raziel..." I whispered. Mark was slumped over on the floor, unconscious.

A purple static field appeared around me, swirling iridescently. From somewhere, and it seemed like everywhere, I could hear his voice. Quiet, yet at the same time louder than any other I had heard before. "Run, while you still can!"

Before I had even processed the command, animal instinct forced me into motion. I sprinted for the door, slamming through it easily. The lock had been overridden. It slammed into the wall and crumpled.

I ran through the hall, hearing heavy footsteps behind me. Eventually, they were joined by another pair, and then another. I knew I couldn't run forever, and if I let a large group catch me I had no chance of fighting back. Making a split second decision, I spun around to face my followers.

Three men, wearing the same outfit Mark had worn, almost ran right into me. The one farthest from me lashed out with a savage punch, but I simply caught his fist, twisted his arm around, and slammed my fist onto his elbow, breaking it backward.

His momentum carried him forward, and I elbowed him in the ribs, breaking a few and driving them into his heart and lungs.

LYNX

The helicopter touched down unceremoniously, eliciting a flurry of sand. I flew out, enjoying the heat of the sun on my back. For a moment, I was content to let the warm day, and the sound of the sea, lull me into a false sense of peace. But then I returned to the business at hand.

Volt walked out as well, the wound on her face almost completely gone. All that was left by now was a small scar perhaps fifteen centimetres long. The blood had long since stopped flowing, although it still matted her hair in places.

I closed my eyes for a moment, returning to my human state. I though it would be better if I didn't alarm the locals. I felt the return of gravity, and then my feet became much warmer. The sand was uncomfortably hot.

We were almost immediately surrounded by soldiers in bright blue armour, which was dazzlingly bright in the morning sun. We held our hands up mockingly, walking past the gun wielding troops.

One of them reached out to grab me, while another planted himself in my way. Volt had the same problem. Outnumbered, we were forced to actually surrender, although Volt did punch one in the head. One final parting blow.

The troopers led us inside a partially concealed metal tunnel, which led deep into the cliff face. A series of ramps, stairs, and even a security checkpoint (complete with a half-dozen turrets) followed.

Alice and the rest of my squad eventually found us, relieving our battered guards of their responsibility. All four had nasty marks and dents all over their armour.

Another series of tunnels, stairs, and ramps followed. At one point, we even passed through an elevated walkway high up on the cliff. The view was amazing.

The base was a maze, twisting and turning through the rock of the cliffs and even, at points, underneath the ground itself. The smooth metal of the various tunnels offered no directional input, leading to what I assumed was a deliberate attempt to keep invaders out of the command center for as long as possible.

Gradually, the paths and tunnels filled with soldiers, most of which weren't wearing armour. Other people, dressed in a variety of clothes, also filled the halls very close to the command center. Scientists and engineers.

When we finally reached the command center, I was shocked at how… small it was. Barely twelve feet by twelve feet, the room was perfectly square (with a high ceiling) and dominated completely by large LCD monitors. Various shots of the island were shown on each of them, from beaches to forests to cliffs.

In the corner of the room, a trio of Pokémon, a female Lucario, a male Gallade, and a male Blaziken, were examining a monitor that had a zoomed in image of the Haiduken fleet on it. All three were dressed in what I assumed was Bosnian military fatigues; (I'd only seen their clothing once, on me. All other Bosnian soldiers I'd seen were wearing full metal armour.)

An older man, of around fifty, was standing in the exact center of the room. He continually swept his gaze among the myriad of monitors, examining each for less than a second before moving on. Obviously, this man was the commander.

The central screen, which depicted the base's various entrances, blurred out. When it refocused, it was displaying the image of a twenty something woman with snowy white hair and green eyes.

Her eyes locked on to me for a moment, before moving to the commander. "Sir, Alpha has arrived." The commander looked behind him, not turning at all, and proceeded to ignore us. The woman on the screen vanished, replaced by images of grey metal hallways.

The Lucario walked over, gesturing for me to follow her.

She led me a short ways away from the command center, before rounding on me, grasping my shirt, and slamming me into a wall. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, eyes staring at me furiously. I was too shocked to respond.

Throwing me to the ground, the Lucario drew a gun and pointed it at my head. "Last chance." She said, almost emotionless. When I failed to respond once again, she knelt by my head and pressed the gun to my forehead.

That, finally, brought me back to my senses. Grabbing the gun, I twisted the Lucario's arm around and flung her at the wall. Brandishing the weapon, I rose lightly to my feet.

"Who's asking?" I mused aloud, dropping the magazine out of the gun as I spoke. It clattered to the floor, rounds spilling out. The rest of the gun soon followed.

The Lucario just continued to stare at me, unflinching. I rested my hand on the sheath of my knife, fighting the urge to pull it free. The stare was beginning to unnerve me.

Out of nowhere, a green form arced across my sight. I spun around just in time to deflect a green fist, deflecting it into the wall and executed an elaborate spinning kick. The impact sent the Gallade stumbling backwards.

I ducked under a punch from the Lucario, countering with a flurry of punches to her abdomen before sending her to the wall with a Back-Kick. The impact left a slight dent on the wall's immaculate steel fixtures.

Spinning around, I caught the fist of the Gallade just inches before it hit my face, twisting it around into a hammerlock. Dodging the resulting counterattack via elbow, I jumped up onto the Gallade's back and sent him sprawling with a jump.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I surveyed the destruction. The Lucario was unconscious, while the Gallade was on one knee and breathing heavily. Blood trickled down his face, I had cut his forehead.

He charged me, cocking his arm back in preparation to punch me. Moving as fast as I could, I grabbed his upper arm and slammed my palm into his Solar Plexus. I hit him so hard he was flung into the wall, spinning away and hitting the ground hard.

I clenched my fists, realizing I had alienated what few of my kind may have been on this island. I turned away, only to be caught in the face by a clawed fist. I stumbled back, rising my hands protectively in front of my body.

The Blaziken, red as a cherry, stood his ground. He was too relaxed; none of his muscles were taut. He was either uber professional, or a complete novice. Given the force of his punch, I guessed the former.

He watched me, not blinking once, and matched all of my movements. And he was fast. He finished them before I did. In an all out physical fight, he would trounce me with ease.

But I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. Darting to the side, I jumped onto and off of the wall and used the opposite wall as a springboard to launch an airborne spinning kick. I realized too late the mistake I had made.

The Blaziken simply grabbed my extended leg, pulled me close to punch me in the stomach, and then hurled me into the wall. I slumped to the ground, pain exploding through my body.

"A rookie mistake." He said, voice deep and more than a little intimidating. I tried to look at him, but the bad lighting of the room, combined with the black spots in my vision, made this impossible. I simply slumped forward again.

The Blaziken surprised me, offering a hand in getting up. I grasped his avian hand and allowed him to pull me into an awkward standing position. I could barely keep myself from falling over.

He held his hand out again, and I shook it lightly. When he pulled away, I almost fell over. Leaning against the wall for support, I rubbed my arms. "I'm sorry if I broke anything, Lynx. I usually go easier on humans."

The Blaziken knelt by the Gallade, checking for a pulse. "My name is Ryn, by the way." He moved on to the Lucario. "And damn, I've never seen a human move that fast. Nobody, except me, has ever beaten these two together." He turned to me and repeated that same question. "Who the hell are you?"

Ryn and I ended up having to drag the unconscious duo to the infirmary, despite the fact the Ryn had most certainly given me a concussion. Fighting back moments of extreme dizziness, and sudden head rushes, I managed to drag the Gallade halfway there.

Unfortunately, the rough texture of the floor woke him up. There was an awkward moment, him staring up at me, before instincts kicked in. I jumped back, regretting the sudden movement instantly, while the Gallade executed a nice sweep kick before standing and taking a fighting stance.

I was barely standing by that time, my head had begun to swim far too much. My vision blurred out, and I could do nothing as the Gallade kicked me clean across the hallway. I came to a stop more than fifty meters away. "Fuck."

Standing as best I could, I took a fighting stance. As an afterthought, I unsheathed my knife. Gripping it in front of my face, I curled my fingers in a 'bring it' gesture. I was done playing around.

The Gallade ran at me, ignoring the knife completely. I ducked under a wide punch, noting that the Gallade was no using his 'swords' as weapons. "Let it go," I said, ramming my entire body into the Gallade's chest.

He slammed, hard, into the floor. I jumped away, spinning around in the air to land just a few feet away. Show-off. Despite my mental… comment, I had a grin on my face. In case you hadn't noticed by now, I absolutely fucking love kicking ass. Testosterone at work for ya.

Flipping my knife into a backhand grip, I put all my weight onto my rear leg. As the Gallade began to rise, I twirled around and slammed my foot into his head. The blow sent him flying into the wall, where he collapsed silently.

The impact jarred my leg, reminding me of my concussed state. I sighed, feeling the adrenalin fade away, only to be replaced by a pounding headache. "Next time, " I said. "Next time you get to carry the crazy one." Ryn laughed at the comment.

Unfortunately, again, the Lucario had woken during the fight. I turned, only to have to dodge a punch that would have snapped my neck like so many dried twigs. "What the Fuck?"

I managed to grab her fist when she tried again, and pulled her close. "The fuck do you want from me?" I asked, kicking her away. She landed hard, but managed to roll away just fine.

We faced off, eyes narrowed. Neither of us was willing to give any ground. "Well?" I yelled, holding my arms at my sides. Give her an opening I thought. Let her come to you.

Sure enough, the Lucario tried to charge me. I laughed inwardly. So many different strategies she could have used… I ducked to the side, sweep kicking her legs out from under her. Despite everything, I almost felt bad about beating her so badly. She was a girl, for one, and over two feet shorter than me.

She had barely hit the ground before she rolled away and stood, panting heavily now. Looking at her, I noticed she was scared. Not the 'Oh, he's so strong, how do I beat him' scared, but all out 'Fuck, it's a ghost!' kind of scared. Like arachnophobia.

Before either of us could make a move, I heard the whine of a very, very large gun charging. Leaning over, I saw Volt, with said gun in her hands, eyeing me from down the hall. I waved, letting my grin show. The gun lowered… slightly.

The Lucario didn't let up, though. The moment I looked away, she took a swing. I blocked her with my forearm, surprising her as I hadn't been looking back at the time, and swung around. A swift jab to the face knocked her out, and she sprawled onto the floor.

I turned back to Ryn, who was leaning against the wall. "You could get them off my case, you know." I said bluntly, massaging my now aching head. He shook his, "Sorry, but I don't trust you myself. Comes with the territory." He gestured towards the unconscious duo. "Unlike them, however, I know that you have some serious backup. I doubt if the three of us combined have the strength to take on 'The Legendary Volt'"

Volt strode over, looking for all the world like she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. Along the way, she downed the Gallade, who had once again tried to rise. Electricity arced around her gun, though very few arcs actually touched her.

"You have a bad habit of getting into trouble, don't you Lynx?" she teased, pausing to kick again at the Gallade, who was trying, again, to make a nuisance of himself. "He doesn't learn very fast, does he?"

I shook my head, grimacing at the pain the sudden movement caused. I looked over at Ryn, "The rest is up to you. I've got places to be." The Blaziken nodded.

As we were walking away, I looked back to see all three Pokémon on their feet, and while none of them seemed able to attack I noticed the fearful look in the Lucario's eyes. Just as we left hearing range, I heard a faint "..No aura.."

Turning back to Volt, I elbowed her ribs. "Next time some random Pokémon asks me to follow them, do me a favour and knock me out." She laughed, but I was dead serious. My head hurt like a bitch.

No aura… I thought to myself. What could she possibly mean? I resolved to ask her about it when, or if she recovered from the beating I'd put her through.

"Any guesses?" Volt asked me nonchalantly. "About what?" I inquired, massaging my forehead. She blushed, "Sorry, old habit. Back… long before your birth, That was always the question. 'How many did you kill/maim/beat to a raw pulp?' Often times, we didn't know the exact count. So… 'Any guesses?'"

The revelation chilled me to the core, reminding me just what this woman had been up too during her life. "That's…" She held up her hand. "Don't bother responding. I.. I know what you're thinking. And… Please, just don't."

We slowly made our way back up to the command center, where a very bemused Alice was waiting for me. "Don't trust Kai, just so you know. She's… special, to say the least."

It took a lot of strength not to punch her right then and there.

Well, that's all fot now. My first decent action/fight scene. Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to write those?

In any case, this is WEAPON, signing off.