The Resistance 2

Logistics Chief MarineDevimon stood next to Commander MetalSeadramon, watching as rows of Divermon Troops marched into the gaping maws of Whamon transports that would ferry them to Earth. After the Divermon were the Octomon and Gesomon troops, all equipped with several deadly weapons. The Whamon transports closed their mouths after all the troops allocated to them had entered their cavernous gullets. Numerous Gravimon attached to the Whamons' sides projected gravity wells that slowly lifted the transports into the air.

"I'm curious as to why the late Kokatorimon sustained such losses,"said MarineDevimon, in a matter-of-fact tone, "She had never done so before, during her entire career."

MetalSeadramon harbored an intense dislike for the Logistics Chief, who had, through his mathematical obsession with logistics, brought upon the deaths of more than a dozen capable military personnel during his five-century career. He hissed, "She claimed to have encountered a resistance more powerful than she could have anticipated. I fail to see what is so difficult to comprehend about that."

"Whatever. That is all in the past now."

"Stop bothering me."

"Very well," replied MarineDevimon, "But know this, Commander - I am the arbiter of life and death for command personnel. Your life is no exception."

Before MetalSeadramon could respond, MarineDevimon cut him off with a sinister laugh, "You would do well to remember whose life is at stake on this mission, should the statistics turn out to be against you."

xxx

It was a starry night in Kanto, and two Pokemon trainers were duking it out in Professor Samuel Oak's laboratory compound with their Pokemon, near the coast, and several kilometers from Pallet Town's residential areas. The matchup was an energetic, electrifying Pikachu against a speedy, sharp-clawed Scyther. The two Pokemon ran circles around each other, exchanging electric shocks and slashing attacks which often missed their targets by mere millimeters. Adding to the tense atmosphere was the fact that they were battling on top of a cliff, which fell several hundred feet into the churning sea below. With each new set of attacks, the Pokemon were gradually moving closer to the edge.

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" cried a raven-haired teenager, as his rodent-like Pokemon evaded several furious slashes from his opponent's Scyther. The Pokemon skidded dangerously along the cliff's edge, but regained its balance and fired a colossal thunderbolt at the mantis-like Pokemon sprinting towards it.

"Scyther, Agility!" shouted his opponent, a lanky man wearing a pink headband, causing his insectoid Pokemon to put on a sudden burst of speed, dodging the thunderbolts that shot towards it. The bolts struck the ground, shaking the very arena upon which the Pokemon battle was taking place.

The raven-haired trainer knew exactly what to do, despite the fact that his opponent's Scyther was running circles around his Pikachu, too fast for the eye to catch, "Thunder Wave!"

The tiny electric mouse discharged a series of pulsing waves from its charged body, in all directions. Upon hitting the waves, the speedy Scyther felt its nervous system shorting out. With a faint cry, it fell to ground, in a faint. It's trainer, upon seeing its condition, took out its Pokeball.

"Scyther, return!" a beam of red light shot out of the red-and-sphere in his hands, enveloping the unconcious Pokemon, "Ash, you're still in tip-top shape! And Pikachu was amazing!"

"Well, Tracey,"replied Ash, now stroking Pikachu's ears, "We're going to be challenging the Indigo League within a month, so we're training to be the best! Right, Pikachu?"

"Ka, pikapi," was Pikachu's affirmative reply, as he cuddled his trainer.

"Well, I wish you good luck with that,"smiled Tracey, as he turned around and walked back towards Professor Oak's laboratory, "And good night."

Ash and his Pikachu watched Tracey's retreating back for several seconds, before stretching out on the grass and lying down lazily. They watched the stars for a while, in silence, until Ash let out an excited cry.

"Look, Pikachu! It's a shooting star! No wait, it's several of them!"

The half-asleep Pokemon perked up upon hearing this, and stood up to watch the rare phenomenon alongside his trainer. Indeed, six shooting stars were streaking through the obsidian sky together.

They marveled at the shooting stars, before they both realized something - it was growing larger in their sight, and coming closer with every second, and looked as though it was going to impact in the sea below them. They were not very knowledgeable with regards to astronomy, but they both knew that shooting stars did not actually crash into the Earth's surface. And it seemed unlikely that shooting stars knew how to fall in a perfect triangular formation.

"Run, Pikachu!" shouted Ash, as he picked himself up and sprinted away from the cliff's edge. Pikachu was hot on his heels, and jumped up, clinging to his jacket for dear life, as the 'shooting stars' approached the sea beneath the cliff. They were several feet from reaching Professor Oak's laboratory, running for their lives an shouting in panic...

When the 'shooting stars' impacted at the base of the cliff and in the sea.

xxx

Professor Oak and Tracey were just about to lock-up the lab and go to bed, when they heard some panicked shouting coming from outside. Opening the kitchen door to investigate, they saw that Ash, with his terrified Pikachu clinging to his jacket, was running at full tilt towards the lab. Behind him, several glowing things were falling towards the ocean's calm surface. The meteorite lookalikes were red-hot from their atmospheric re-entry, and time seemed to slow down as they fell.

Professor Oak recovered from the shock first, "Tracey, transfer all the Pokemon to the Viridian City Pokemon Center! NOW!"

Tracey ran off into the basement, and released several Abras and Kadabras. Within seconds, all the Pokemon in the lab had been teleported to the Viridian City Pokemon Center.

"BRACE YOURSELVES!" bellowed Ash, as he ran towards the lab, where Professor Oak and Tracey were waiting in the Professor's jeep, already started and ready to make a dash for it.

At that second, the entire area quaked with the impact of the 'shooting stars'. The entire seaside cliff collapsed into the sea as its base was demolished, and several fissures opened in the ground, as the earth shook violently, more than it had ever done since the Great Earthquake of 1957. The elevated ground of the coast fell into the the sea, sliding down into the deepening waters like lava flowing out of a volcano. The sea, with vast amounts of water suddenly being displaced, rushed inland in a towering tidal wave, flattening everything in its path. Trees, buildings, nothing remained standing after feeling the sea's incoming wrath.

Professor Oak drove the jeep towards the inhabited parts of Pallet Town, as his laboratory collapsed into so much rubble behind them. As much as it pained his heart to leave behind the lab that had been his home for the last three decades, he forced himself to drive on. They had gained a substantial lead ahead of the tidal wave's front, and it roared towards them like a hungry predator, demolishing everything in its path.

They reached Pallet Town's residential area, just as the wave-front finally stopped its vicious march, only to see that Pallet Town had not been spared from the earthquake's fury. Most of the houses were still standing, but several of the older houses had fallen apart as though they were built out of a deck of cards.

The silence of the night was broken by the hellish screams and cries of the wounded.