Chapter 6
You haven't lived until you met a deadly serious Pachirisu. It was all I could do to keep myself from laughing. She's giving me a summary on what happened in my town while I was out. "Torterra turned all of Route 201 into a farm, with a path still connecting the halves of Twin Claw. There are whispers that Landorous himself blessed Torterra. With Torterra living on his new farm, me and other electric types created a power plant. We eat, we exercise, we put our energy into a grid that extends to all of the houses. No one in your city has to go without power again." She is adorable. I could just cuddle her! "What about the lake? Has anyone created a system to clean it yet?" Pachirisu's face looked disgusted. Still cute. "No. We are all hopeful you will develop that system." Aww, I knew she appreciated my intellect. "I'll get to that... soon as I'm sure Oreburgh city doesn't want to declare war on us..." Pachirisu's tail twitched. It would've been cute if it didn't mean she was agitated. "Don't worry, I have a plan for combatting rock and steel types. I will need many who can work with cement." Pachirisu tilted her head. I do not hold it against her that she lacks imagination. "I will ask around my power plant to see if anyone knows anything about... cement..." She walked away. Very attractive.
On to stage two. Torterra. Here he is in his farm that completely covers route 201. Apparantly people and pokemon can walk around it. "Greetings Torterra." Torterra looked up at me with great sad eyes to make any Jigglypuff feel challenged "Is it true? Have you declared war on all of Sinnoh?" He has a hobby he still listens to rumors. "Of course not. Though I do have reason to believe Oreburgh might declare war on us..." Torterra shook his head grimly. "You want me to join you, don't you?"."I do.". Torterra considered this. "Fine... but only until you have more soldiers. Tell me, do you want to be a pokemon trainer?". The question caught me quite off guard. "I don't understand your meaning."."You are gathering pokemon so that you may have the power to fight other pokemon. Do you want to be a pokemon trainer?". A pokemon being a pokemon trainer... THAT is an interesting proposal. "Huh. Torterra old friend, I will have to think on that." The ground shook a little when he chuckled. Perhaps the old pacifist is a higher level than I expected. "I shall join you Ithro... what do you need?" Now we're talking. "First, I need people that can work with cement. Second, do you know the move earthquake?"
With my cement workers in gear, I can turn my attention to the most pressing matters: My hospital, and digging holes. Today I'm performing brain surgery on that Golem I mentioned earlier (He is long over due, but not lost). A connection of these nerves here, a metal sheet nailed to his head (thanks to corpse of Lairon) he'll be good as new! He looked at me "Oreburgh... Orik has wanted war... ever since... Team Galactic...". "Shh. Please don't speak while I'm operating so close to the language center of your brain." A human would have to be asleep for this. Rock types don't feel pain the same way. These guys can be awake through the removal of a kidney (or it's species' equivalent) and still sit perfectly still for the duration of a television show. It is quite a sight. "Orik... knew someone would come... so he could... war... ". Makes sense. From the rumors I hear, Orik lost his father, another gym leader. All the steel types came running to this next best guy, a rock type gym leader. Orik has either been driven mad with loss, or needs more space for his people and pokemon. Why can't he be satisfied with capturing Jubilife? It's anarchy there (believe me, I passed through it twice) with recources, and people and pokemon fighting over them that need guidance. It's pitiful, but Orik can apply it. Right now, I need to focus on Golem's motor cortex... "When... did... Cresselia die...?" Golem started to cry. Cresselia used to banish darkness when it became too powerful. Now there is probably no one keeping Darkrai in check, and as a result, the night will absorb more and more light until the world is plunged into darkness no light can pierce until day comes about. Afterward, if Darkrai gets even more powerful, we could be facing a world drenched in eternal night.
There's a lot of ifs in that theory, but that's my best guess right now. My work complete, I began to nail on the metal cap. Golem muttered "Drago... ni." weird muttering will pass with time. The important thing is I knew I was right to prepare for war. At that point, a Combee flew in. I did not look up from Golem's head. I don't want to risk putting a nail in the wrong place. "What news do you bring?" Combee cleared his throat: "It is confirmed that Oreburgh plans to go to war with Twin Claw. They have already captured Jubilife, and made it part of them." At least that example of anarchy has some leadership now. "Also, a Dragonite has risen to power in the East. Sunnyshore City was captured and made into New Wing City. Dragonite was assisted by a Nidoking, and an Espeon.". A Dragonite and a Nidoking? Could it be possible my old team mates... maybe... I put the last nail in. "There you go Golem. And thank you Combee." I was about to check on the cement workings, when I hear behind me "I wish to help you fight Oreburgh." Golem had said this. Interesting for a guy who just had an injury repaired. "No. You stay in recovery until your head grows back and we can remove your hat. I estimate sixty two days, three hours, ten minutes." Golem looked bewildered. Reason unknown. "I must pay you back for fixin' up my noodle. You sure there aint anythin'...?" I have learned that some will refer to their heads, or their minds, as a noodle. I thought for a second. "How are you at digging?" I asked the ground type.
With my cement spears constructed, and my holes dug, I put together the trap. On my side was level fifty Hariyama, level unknown Torterra, level thiry eight me, level twenty five Golduck, and level thirty two Raichu. Raichu was part of the power plant of Twin Claw, but when he was told of the old muesem of Oreburgh, he figured an Aerodactyl or a Kabutops may appear, which he has type advantage over. I'm rather thankful for Raichu, I thought I was gonna be the only guy who could fight an airborne opposition. So, five against... I'm guessing thirty. I'm exicited!