Chapter 29


Within the throne room of his newest abode located in the middle of the North Pole, Zerstorung stared blankly out a nearby window. Esool was giving a report of the battle which had transpired, and its aftereffects.

"The station is believed to have burned up in the atmosphere, or at least the pieces that made it to Earth. A small number of parts got through and landed, all of them being in France," Esool went on.

"But how...how could this have happened?" Zerstorung asked.

"Leaving a single person to defend the entire station wasn't the wisest move you've ever made, my liege."

"Perhaps this means something. They're obviously growing stronger, considering the loss at Boston."

"Well, sir, if you truly want victory, why not, rather than split your forces, focus on a single target?"

"I don't want victory, I want a fair fight- and if I want a fair fight I need to be in control."

"Which the loss of the space station proves the opposite."

"Exactly; this is all escalating slowly, but soon they'll attempt to bring me down, and I'll be forced to deal damage to the point where I won't be able to toy with them anymore."

"Their morale is obviously very high at this point."

"And soon they'll want to take it up with me, and the one way to avoid such a thing is to draw their attention elsewhere."

"What could possibly distract them to the point of ignoring you?" Zerstorung chuckled, now turning away from the window and towards Esool.

"We've already got one thing on our side, and that is the secrecy of this very base, for the time being..." Zerstorung paused, "Have you been paying attention to what the old RED men have been doing in their spare time?"

"Of course, we monitor practically all occurrences on Earth, mostly those of importance."

"They were all intrigued by the mystery surrounding the German's patient, ultimately leading them to the conclusion there was some link between our world and another, much different one."

"You mean the Pokemon universe?"

"Yes, and I believe that if we were to open a 'mysterious' portal to the world in a local area, the chaos it causes would be more than sufficient cover for myself."

"Oh? And how do you plan on creating such a thing?"

"I'll simply take the blueprints of RED's old teleporters and add my own little touch to it."

"Good enough for me, now what are you plans for when they discover the portal and enter it?"

"Only time can tell, let's just get that far and we'll see how it plays out..."

Within the Takatzi mausoleum, the medic and soldier were standing over the recently placed bodies of Emily and Miyoti, both having been repaired by the medic to the best of his ability and injected with the revival serum in hopes of their recovery. Time passed and after a few hours of waiting, Miyoti awoke.

"I don't know whether to be overjoyed or infuriated at this point..." the soldier said.

"Trust me, we won't see a repeat of the last few battles- well at least the probability of it is very low," the medic replied.

"What happened?" Miyoti asked groggily, standing up from the pedestal he was laid upon.

"You died blowing up the bastard's floating space fort, but luck had it that you landed right back here- I honestly can't believe it myself," the soldier replied.

"So we won?" Miyoti asked enthusiastically.

"Partially, he lost that hunk of metal, but he isn't dead. Also, before I forget, your sister died in the explosion too," the soldier said, pointing over to the body of Emily nearby.

"Oh...I didn't even know I had a sister..." Miyoti muttered.

"Yeah...long story kid, but it's all behind us now, all that matters is that you're alive."

"Alright, so, now what?"

"We're heading home, we all deserve a long god damn rest." The medic walked past the two to examine Emily before they left, to see if the serum was working or not. After a brief moment he returned.

"I'm afraid she is dead, the serum had no effect it seems, very similar to when the other boy died," the medic said.

"Okay, she's good as dead, the kid's back alive, and I've had enough for today," the soldier said, exhausted, exiting the mausoleum. The medic and Miyoti soon followed.

The world was slowly recovering from the brief but devastating attack, most attention being paid to the near destruction of the entire city of Boston. Action was taken to secure the city, with it being placed under temporary military control until it could be deemed safe again. Though while the military was focusing on recovery efforts, the same amount of manpower was being placed in the planning of a counter-attack against Zerstorung beyond the damage they've already dealt. Of course the obvious man for the job would be the recently promoted General Fawkes, who began work towards a strike back against Zerstorung almost as soon as he had won Boston.

"Now, with the loss of his space station, Zerstorung is left vulnerable- but without any idea of where he is we have no ability to strike back, which is why we plan on starting a full search of the planet to weed him out," Fawkes said to a small group of people, using his newly acquired device to speak in a gruff voice that accommodated his role.

"How do you know he's even on Earth? He could be on Mars for all we know," one of them asked.

"It'd be more or less to insure that he isn't here really, a full scale attack would be favorable though."

"So if we can't find him, then what?"

"If the search doesn't turn up anything then our best bet is to just hunker down until we catch wind of him again."

"It won't solve the problem though, if we want him gone we need to be aggressive."

"We can't fight what we can't see. When he shows up again or we manage to find him, then we'll move in."

"Of course, but we simply cannot afford to wait to make our move."

"Unfortunately waiting all we can do in the event we can't spot the bastard," after finishing his sentence, the group exchanged a few quick glances before they gave their verdict.

"Now, considering time is of the essence, we've decided that we'll allow you to follow through with your plans as far as it'll take us," Fawkes and the others then exited the room, preparing to put Fawkes' ideas into action.

Around this time Zerstorung made preparations to create two portals for his scheme. One in plain sight of the world, and another for the use of himself and his army. As progress escalated, he began thinking of things to do once the project was finished.

"A whole new lot of people to torment..." Zerstorung muttered to himself, Esool not too far from him.

"You know master, I've done my share of studying this place, and I can say it's easily a more rewarding target than our own universe," Esool said.

"Hm? How so?"

"These people seldom face the horrors some may experience here, such as genocide, considering that it is of course meant for children."

"Yes but I don't think the teletubbies would be very fun to mow down now would they?"

"Of course, but these people are simply ripe for it. Believe me, once we scout the place out you'll see what I mean."

"You'd better be right, though as long as there's some type of order I'll be there to spread the chaos."

Only moments after Fawkes' plan went into action, recon planes set off to begin the search for Zerstorung, while a massive amount of infantry was prepared for when and if he was spotted. The predicted time for the planes to do a full fly through of the globe was several days, maybe more. Infantry wasn't expected to be ready to head out for around the same time period, hoping to be ready around the same time word came in that Zerstorung was located.

As Fawkes observed the planes take off, he was approached by a soldier from the nearby hangar.

"Sir, you may want to come take a look at this," the soldier tilted his head towards the building he had came from, motioning Fawkes to follow. Upon entering the soldier pointed at a small handheld television positioned nearby.

"Word has just come in from Tours that the city has been placed under quarantine for reasons currently under investigation. Reports have been scattered, but most point to a wormhole of sorts being the cause. Citizens have only recently been evacuated, and the borders taped off. Even law enforcement is being sent out of the city while the French Military moves in to secure the area."

"Chances are we're going to have to move in there, because that sure as hell doesn't sound normal," the soldier said.

"I'll lead the operation; the planes aren't going to pick that bastard up for at least a few days," Fawkes quickly responded.

"We don't have any idea what we're up against here, I'd honestly suggest we let the French report back from the quarantined area before we make our move."

"I can safely blame any extraordinary happenings on Zerstorung- wouldn't be surprised if he was behind this," before the soldier could reply, a pilot entered the hangar and approached Fawkes.

"General, we're ready to go whenever you are," the pilot said.

Fawkes followed the pilot outside to an idle helicopter, and as he prepared to enter, he was surprised to see a familiar face inside it.

"Yo, what's up?"

"How you managed to not only find me but board the same helicopter perplexes me."

"I saw you n' that other guy walk in that big place, so once I got word of that giant hole everyone's talkin' about I was thinkin' you'd be going der too."

"And then you told the pilot where I was."

"Yup, but don't ask how I slipped in here."

"Your confiscated uniform speaks volumes."

"Hey, what mattas is that I'm here. Hopefully we're gonna give that slime bag what's comin' to em."

"We cannot be positive we'll find him there, though it'll surely bring us closer to him."

Their conversation drove on as the helicopter took off, along with several others, towards the quarantine zone.