Chapter 10: The Surrounding Offensive
Alright, Ben here. TentailedWolf00 wrote this chapter,so remember to compliment him for it. It feature the second to last set of campaigns, so the Pokemorph point of view is almost coming to a close. Until the final battle, which will be Chapter 25ish. Til then, we change course. Oh, right, opening passage.
"After the horrible losses at Vermilion, the Pokemorphs had to have a victory to bolster the troops morale, so they went for an easy target first: Lavender Town. So off the troops went, the Dark and Ghost Division. And so the war went on." -The War in Kanto, by Reyak Robocacci
June 16, 2093
It was bright, the sun high in the sky as Nate, commander of the Ghost+Dark division led his troops to Lavender Town, where there was rumored to be a fresh shipment of supplies and Nate couldn't pass up on an opportunity like that. As the sun beat down on their necks, sun burning the unprepared, they arrived over the crest of a hill, and there stood… An empty city, with absolutely nothing to give any hints that anything lived down there. Nate silently cursed under his breath. It looked like they had gotten wind they were in the area and fled. At least, that's what he was supposed to think. As they neared the gates, they met absolutely no resistance and they marched into the city. Nate gave the order to search the houses, then called for James, his second in command. He appeared next to him, causing Nate to jump in surprise.
"Will you ever stop doing that?" Nate said, breathing deeply to slow his heart.
"Not if you keep reacting that way. It's to fun!" he exclaimed chuckling to himself. Nate frowned, but ignored this comment as he spun in a circle, surveying everything around him. Then his eyes fell on the tower. The tower was the first thing he noticed upon entering the city. He had been taken aback by its height. It was second only to the legendary tower later to be Siph Co.'s headquarters'. He gazed on it a moment longer, then he realized James was looking at him. Nate told him to survey the surrounding area invisible as the rest of the company moved towards the tower. They filed in and some moved up the stairs to make some room. Eventually, the whole company stood on the first-second floor. Nate moved slowly to the second floor, peering around. He saw nothing. But that was what he was supposed to think. Suddenly he saw a flash as a Gastly floated out of sight. Then he heard James voice.
"DUCK COMMANDER!" Nate lifted his shield and crouched just as what appeared to be several needles, embedded themselves in his shield. Instantly they were surrounded on the second floor. Men in black and Ghost type Pokémon alike swarmed the ranks and tried to push them down the stairs. But this was a mistake. Nate's armor glowed bright, illuminating the dark corners where more men were trying to hide. Nate lifted his sword, and shouted the morphs battle cry
"For FREEDOM, for JUSTICE, for MORPHS!" at this, the walls echoed with the cry as the Dark morphs took the lead and plowed through the ghost morphs. Nate ducked as that darn Zoroark morph leapt over him and practically mauled several men. Nate sighed and cut down the man in front of him, looking away as he saw the look on his face as he fell bleeding to the ground. Several more men tried to use those small, sharp needles. But Nate was ready as his armor glowed, deflecting the needles and actually sent some spinning off into the direction of the throwers. Nate smiled as the rest of his men followed him to the top of the tower. Forcing the men to fall back and flee up the stairs. Some were even picked off by arrows and sent falling down the stairs to their death. Nate noticed the outline of his second in command as he ran up the stairs with the rest of his men. They nodded wordlessly and kept chasing the men. As they reached the top, bodies of morph and man littered the stairs and blood stained the walls. But as Nate climbed that final set of stairs, he stopped. Two young men were standing in the center of a circle of gathered survivors. But as they removed their hoods, they were revealed to be women! They looked similar, probably sisters, also quite young for soldiers. They looked at Nate, then at the survivors.
"Must this war cause so many deaths and crushed lives?" they asked, in perfect unison. Nate stuttered, at a loss for words.
"We offer you a deal." They said together. "You and your second in command will face us in combat. The winner will gain control of the city, and its resources. The loser must surrender themselves. You have two minutes." They walked off into the cluster of men and left Nate standing there. James appeared next to him. Nate looked at him and knew what he was going to ask. James nodded consent and together, they stepped forward, Nate's armor glowing, James taking the sword of a dead man on the staircase. They looked around for the women, but they didn't step forward. Then Nate stepped In front of James and caught the knife that was spinning towards his friend. Then the women leaed out from two different directions. James stepped behind Nate with his back to them. They each heard a CLANG as four swords clashed. Nate and James stepped forward to meet their opponents. Nate sidestepped a swing and moved closer. He swung his own swords, but the woman ducked and rolled around him. She made a move to slice his back, but Nate's armor glowed and the sword merely bounced off. Nate spun around, and saw James being pushed back by the other woman. Nate scowled. He hated seeing his young Lieutenant being overpowered. He was no warrior. Nate's armor glowed once again. Nate took a deep breath, and threw his sword. The woman gaped wide eyed as it spun towards her. She tried to avoid it, but James grabbed her ankle, and the sword spun even closer. Time slowed as she looked at the blade spinning towards her, it slowed even further as she tripped from being grabbed by the ankle, then time sped up to normal as the bland pierced her just above the heart. Not fatal, but she was clearly unable to fight. The other woman screamed, then ran towards Nate. Nate took another deep breath, and pulled out his Golurk sword he had never used till now. It glowed an other-worldly light as he took a stance. The woman slowed her advance, then dropped to her knees and bowed her head. Nate cursed. He didn't even get to try his new weapon. He had only just discovered it recently, probably unique to the fact he is part human. Anyway, he thought, as he marched toward the woman. He sheathed his sword and picked up the woman, who looked surprised.
"You never said that the losers had to die. Get your sister to our medics and she may still live. Just remember your promise of absolute surrender." The woman nodded her thanks, and then called for several men to help carry her sister to the medic team outside the tower. The rest of the men guided the new prisoners to help gather supplies.
Original Numbers:
Morphs: 5000
Man: 4500
Results:
Morphs: 1500 dead, 200 injured
Man: 1000 dead, 500 injured, 3000 POW
July 10, 2093
"NOW!" the order was given, and several large lightning bolts were shot and dozens of Water types along with their trainers fell, the smell of burnt flesh filled the lungs of the morphs attacking Cerulean City. But the gym leaders weren't letting it happen easy. The three were sisters, Lily, Violet, and Daisy, were using their Water type Pokémon to the best of their abilities. They knew they couldn't win, but they were buying time for some soldiers to escape, including their mother, who was pregnant with another girl. They fought for hours, morphs and man alike falling to blades, claws, water, electricity, and the chaos reigned on. After a while, the morphs could tell that the men were fleeing and losing numbers, but the commander had one last score to settle. He approached the three sisters seemingly unnoticed, but instead, they instantly found him and before he could do anything, their Pokémon unleashed a huge mist that made finding them impossible. He heard shouts, more falling men, and then decided he'd just join the fight. But he swore to himself he'd never let those sisters get away again. He marched through the mist, firing electrical bolts left and right as the mist cleared more and more. It seemed like ages, but eventually, the men were on the run, leaving the morphs chasing after them in triumph. The commander sent a messenger to give details of the victory to other captains, then tried to retire to his tent, when he was stopped by a morph.
"Sir, the soldiers are escaping, but we got them on the run."
"Excellent." Said the tired commander, "Now if you excuse me I'd like a nice rest from all the lightning bolts I threw." But as he tried to walk around the morph, he caught a devilish smile, and before he could react, he heard the TWANG of a bowstring and an arrow was sent into his back, protruding from his chest, right below the heart. He gasped, and the man in front was quickly disposed of, but he laughed the whole while. The battle had been short, but his mission was a success.
Morphs: Originally 3000, now 572 dead, 300 injured, and a wounded commander…. The second and third in command were killed in the battle.
Man: Originally 3500, 1000 died, 1500 escaped, and 1000 were put in POW camps.
July 19, 2093
Kaizen walked by the nurse's tent for what seemed like the billionth time, and she was still there. No matter how many times he tried to imagine it was a dream, that darn woman was still there, smiling at him each time he walked by. But this time however, there were several morphs surrounding her, and they were messing around with her.
"Come on," Said one. "I swear I got a cut on my lip, just look real close." The others laughed. Kaizen sighed. He hated men like this. He had become quite known after their successful assault on Pallet, known as Oak's Demise, but he just didn't like all the attention. He couldn't eat lunch without some twenty new recruits wanting to hear him tell the story. Kaizen stalked over to the men. One noticed him and smiled, thinking he came to join the fun. Kaizen smiled, and then punched the man in the nose, sending him flailing into another, the both of them falling to the ground. Kaizen instinctively kicked behind him, sending another morph flying some ten feet. The rest backed off wearily.
"You know the rules, no messing with the nurses, especially when we're about to raid another city. If I catch you messing around again, I won't hold back anything next time. Are we clear?" he got a few mumbles. Satisfied, he helped the woman to her feet, and guided her inside the tent.
"Thank you," said the woman. "That's twice you've helped me." Kaizen waved his hand.
"It's nothing. I hate guys like that. But if you really want to thank me, you'll at least tell me your name so I can report to the commander about this violation." She smiled.
"My name's Mia, its short for Michka." Kaizen stifled a laugh. She looked over questioningly.
"It's… a nice name." he said, coughing to cover the laugh. "So has that happened before?"
"Well, not while being a prisoner of morphs if that's what you mean." Kaizen smiled. She thanked him again, and he left the tent thinking about this mysterious woman. But he then pushed her out of his mind and focused on the strategy for tomorrow's invasion of Celadon. He'd been running the simulation over in his mind ever since the meeting. He would take several other Fire morphs, break away from the rest of the army, and take out the Gym Leader, Marian, before her strength could join with the soldiers. He was even thinking about it when he fell asleep that night before the fight.
"Follow me, but be quiet. This is the most important part of the assault." His group of recruits nodded, with stars in their eyes. Kaizen sighed. Great, he thought, more fans. They silently stalked through the city without any resistance, but they could hear shouting in the background as the rest of the army attacked. They reached the building and noticed the Gym Leader talking to a group of young women, probably her trainees, and probably getting ready to charge. Kaizen held up his hand, and shouted.
"FOR FREEDOM, FOR JUSTICE, FOR MORPHS!"
'FOR MORPHS!" the others chimed as they ran full speed into the leader and her trainees. They all took out Pokémon, who fell under a constant stream of fire from the morphs. They split up attacking the different trainees, while Kaizen, still hating this whole campaign, was left to fight Marian, who only had out a Venesaur, and a Meganium. Kaizen charged, fire spewing from his mouth. The Pokémon jumped out of the way, and Kaizen decided to first go for the Meganium. He decided to try his new technique. He felt the heat of his body flow down to his foot, which suddenly burst into flames, but he didn't feel a thing. Kaizen leapt at the Meganium, and kicked it right in the chest. It flew through the Gym, going out the other wall, and collapsing the whole Gym with it. Kaizen smiled, then was blasted by a Solarbeam and sent flying himself into the adjacent building. He blacked out for a moment, then recovered and jumped at the Venesaur, unleashing another Blaze Kick. The Venesaur was sent back, but it didn't leave the ground. Venesaur unleashed another Solarbeam, but Kaizen was ready for it. He ran towards it, but as the beam reached him, he ducked and ran under the blast, dashing left and right from under the beam. When he got close enough, he did a hand stand, and kicked the Venesaur into the air. But Kaizen wasn't finished. He leapt in the air and used another Blaze Kick sending it into the ground, but to finish it, Kaizen landed on it and unleashed a huge torrent of flame that engulfed its entire body. When the flames ceased, the Venesaur was burned and unconscious. The rest of the battle flew smoothly, but everyone was talking about the amazing technique Kaizen had pulled off. Kaizen, however, had landed on the Venesaur wrong and twisted his ankle. He was sent to the nurse's tent to make sure it wasn't broken. They did an analysis, and, told to him by his new friend Mia, that it wasn't broken, but he should spend a night in the tent to avoid overusing it. Kaizen finally agreed, and spent the entire night in the company of Mia. They shared stories of their childhood, Kaizen telling of his raising by his Blaziken and his entry into the army. After talking for a while, Mia got up to return to her own tent. But not before she kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for listening. He nodded and prayed he wasn't blushing as she walked out of the tent. Kaizen smiled to himself as he fell asleep, not knowing what would happen next, but he'd be ready for it.
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