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Note: I am English, so some of the wording, spellings, and expressions will be those commonly used in England.
Chapter One: Enter! Phobos Battalion!
Plans are great, aren't they. They are your ideas that come together to form a strategy to achieve your goals, whether that be something minor or something major. It is even better when your plan shows evidence of succeeding, giving that relief and pride that, yes, you will emerge victorious.
That was how a strange, little fellow was currently feeling. Oh, he was such a strange looking person: the hair on his head was high and spiky, coloured black with streaks of red; his pupils were red and his sclera was yellow; his eyebrows were thick and red; his teeth were constantly on show; and he was dressed in a black jumpsuit with five zips, two on the sleeves, two on the legs, and one down his chest because you can never have too many zips. His name was Baron Phobos.
Baron Phobos was not a kind person, not a kind person at all. He wanted to rule, and those who wanted to tend to not be the nicest of people. He wanted to rule over the region of his birth, Trozei. And why would he not? Granted, it was a small region, having secured its independence from Kalos two decades prior, but it would do for now. You must walk before you can run as they say.
He hovered over to the nearest window, which was saying something because it was just one window that encompassed almost all of an entire wall. Maybe the word 'nearest' should not have been used come to think of it. The word 'hovered' is used here because that is best word to use in this situation. You see, Baron Phobos was a very short man, and, being rather insecure about his height, deemed it necessary to artificially elevate himself above others, both his enemies and comrades. One of those ways was a hover-chair he invented, which always floated two metres off the ground, which he was regularly sat in, which is why the word 'hovered' was used.
Do you get it now? Good. Let's continue with this story.
Anyway, he hovered over to the window, his trusty Lunatone by his side, a cream-coloured Pokémon shaped like a crescent moon. He looked out at his kingdom, his home, the place he would rule before moving on to bigger and better things. He reached out and petted his Lunatone absentmindedly.
A sudden buzz filled the room. Baron Phobos cringed; he really needed to change that sound. Maybe something pleasant, like the cry of a Chingling or the sweet singing of an Altaria. But that would have to wait for another day. For now…
"Come in," he rasped.
Sliding doors to the opposite of where he was seated opened and five people filed in: the Generals of his organisation, the Phobos Battalion. It had quite the ring to it. Granted, it was only the six of them, but that was all they needed. Maybe later they would think of recruiting a few more members. It would certainly justify using the term 'Generals'.
The Generals marched across the shiny floor and came to a halt before Baron Phobos, standing side by side.
"Baron Phobos," one of them said, a tall, lanky man dressed in a green and navy-blue costume, complete with massive shoulder pads, a mask that covered the top half of his face, and a skinny yellow cape that looked more like a scarf. His costume gave him the appearance of an insectoid creature and, fittingly, his name was Buzz. General Buzz, that is. "We have completed our tasks and the Storages are now filled with as many Poké Balls as they can carry."
Baron Phobos grinned, his teeth bizarrely giving him the impression of being related to a Sharpedo. "Good. Good."
"When will we conduct the next stage of our plan?" another man asked, tugging at his gloves, his name being General Avery. Another skinny fellow, he was dressed in a black catsuit with a purple cape draped around his shoulders. His blonde and black hair stuck up just like the Baron's, elongating his already long face, and the bottoms of his boots were solid metal and clanged when he tapped his foot on the floor.
"We will go through with it immediately," Baron Phobos said. He scowled. "We cannot afford any delays. We never know when SOL will try to interfere."
"Too right," the third General said, a massive guy by the name of Gronk. He was a musclebound gentleman, his tanned skin evidence of many hours of working out in the hot sun (although it did appear that he skipped leg day a few times, just an observation). On his hands were heavy, steel gloves, connected to a pack on his back with metallic tubes, which in turn was held in place with straps that criss-crossed across his bare chest. Not willing to be left out of the crazy hairstyles the Phobos Battalion seemed to be fond of adopting, he had a mohawk, coloured red and light orange. "Those clowns always want to get in our way."
"They do, don't they?" Baron Phobos said. "Don't worry, this time they won't get one over us. They haven't stopped us from collecting the Poké Balls so far, have they? Their agents are being sloppy."
"What if they have got something planned?" the only female General (a fact she was quite proud of) called Aquarella said. She was dressed in her standard one-piece, long-sleeved diving costume, most of her legs covered by the long blue wellies she liked wearing. On her chest was the Phobos Battalion insignia, a side shot of a blackened out Lunatone with a blue eye. The gloves she usually wore were stored away for now. She flicked back her pink bangs from out her face. "What if they're making plans at this moment?"
"SOL remains problem," the fifth General agreed, Boolum or, as he preferred to be known, 'Bang' Boolum, a rather rotund man with his torso encased in a metal cocoon which had spikes sporadically sticking out from it. His fellow Generals could not tell the difference between him and a Ferrothorn sometimes. What completed his look was his wild moustache that were more like two wires sticking out from his cheeks as opposed to his nose. "Their nose they will stick in. I wary of them."
"There's no reason to be wary," Baron Phobos said. "I completely believe there's no reason to be. We just have one more task to complete and then it'll be over. We've practically won already. What can they do? Nothing! Nothing, except watch and cower in the rise of Phobos Battalion."
Baron Phobos turned his back on his Generals and hovered over to his window that more of a glass wall than anything, the beautiful region spread before him: the hardy desert with its mesas and cliffs; the green, green hills, forests, and fields; the river that snaked its way through, dividing the region into two; the ocean that glittered like sapphires in the sun. It was so beautiful, and it would only be the start.
But SOL…
Could they truly be a problem, a hindrance, a roadblock preventing them from driving their vehicle of success to glory? They were competent, he would give them that, but if they had any idea of what they were doing, then they would have stopped it, right? They would not leave it until this late.
Baron Phobos' hands shook with anticipation. It was all falling into place. It had been a long time coming, but the end was near. Now, for the next stage…
"Generals," he said, swivelling around on his hover-chair, "we will now commence with the next stage of our plan."
The Generals stood to attention, ready and waiting for what their leader was to say next.
"I want you to transport the Poké Balls in the Storage locations here. I want it done as quickly as possible. Obviously, you'll have to make several trips, but that's no excuse for having it done slowly."
"Are we to use –" Buzz started to say, but Baron Phobos cut him off, well aware of what he was going to ask.
"You are," he said simply.
"But what about being inconspicuous?" Avery asked. "SOL will get wind of what we are doing if we use them."
Baron Phobos shook his head and tutted as if Avery was a child spouting off nonsense. "Have you been listening, Avery? It's too late for SOL to do anything. Besides, they won't be able to take them down, I assure you. Yes, we could go for something smaller, but it would be tedious and take much longer than it would if we didn't use them."
Avery nodded curtly and said nothing more, content.
"I trust you don't have anything to say about us using them?" Baron Phobos asked Aquarella, Gronk, and Bang Boolum.
They shook their heads.
"That's good to hear," he said. His Lunatone floated by him and Baron Phobos pulled out a blue cube, a treat called a Pokéblock, and tossed it to his Pokémon. One second it was there and the next it was gone, Lunatone somehow eating it without having an obvious mouth. It was probably something to do with its psychic power. That would be cool if it was.
"Okay," Baron Phobos said. "On your way, Generals. Get it done quickly and efficiently, do not lose a single Poké Ball, and remember to take a few sandwiches along for your journey."
The Generals bowed and headed to the sliding doors. Soon, they were gone, to complete the Phobos Battalion's greatest mission, to send them on the path to power and triumph.
He stared out the window again, analysing everything from his high vantage point. If one was to gaze up from the ground, they would see an enormous volcano, rivalling Hoenn's Mt. Chimney. It they were to gaze further up, they would notice something else.
Something gargantuan.
Something intimidating.
Something that would eventually give Baron Phobos the world.
But for now, it would present him with Trozei.
And no one would be able to stand in his way.
His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. Absolutely no one.
He pressed a purple button, and the gargantuan, intimidating something that would give Baron Phobos the world disappeared.
o~o~o~o~o
In a town on the other side of the river that divided Trozei, an alarm clock went off.
Exactly two seconds later in the town on the other side of the river that divided Trozei, the alarm clock was put on snooze.
In the town on the other side of the river that divided Trozei, the alarm clock's owner mumbled, "Just five more minutes," before going back to sleep.