Chapter 23: Reveal
Whilst successfully locating the bases where some of the Dirty Delinquent members were, Happy and friends were beaten and captured by them. Well, not everyone was captured. Happy and Charles were presumed dead by Major Hamm, who was stronger and proved it to Tanner by easily defeating him. As for Unhaus, he too was captured, as he was easily beaten by Commander Gideon Grant, a Gliscor with exceptional skills.
At Frog Pond Hill, Happy and Charles were the only ones left, as they lay unconscious for five minutes. Well...they weren't really the only ones left. Hamm left one of his members named Vanilla and three others in charge of them to make sure they don't leave the island.
Vanilla: Alright, I'm sure that these two kids won't be of much trouble to us. But I think Hamm's not seeing a flaw in this.
One of the orange cloaked members on fours spoke.
?: Really? How so?
Vanilla: Let's just say that he didn't take these children with him. And if that's the case, why leave us here in charge?
?: So, we're playing "babysitter".
Vanilla: ...In a nutshell, yes. But the exact opposite.
?: That's a fair point. It would've been easier if he took them as well.
Vanilla: The Major has made an error in judgment of these kids. You!
Another orange cloaked member, only on two legs, responded.
?: Yes?
Vanilla: Check their pulses.
?: Yes sir.
He placed a finger on Happy and Charles's necks before coming to a conclusion.
?: Sir, it appears that they have a pulse, although it's very faint.
Vanilla: ...I thought so. Hamm's made a big mistake in assuming too early of their deaths.
?: ...Sir, should we…-
Vanilla: Tell him? Oh, no. No. As much as I work under him, it's his mess. We'll do as he says and if they get away, then we'll leave somewhere to wait it all out.
?: But sir, that sounds like insubordination.
Vanilla: And "insubordination" it is! *chuckles* I'd prefer that than smelling pig shit for the rest of my life.
?: *sweat drop* (...It sounds like he has a personal grudge against the Major…) Sir, if I may?
Vanilla: Yes?
?: Well, it's just that what if he wants us here for a reason? Maybe he sees something in them that we must stop them for?
Vanilla: Don't be a mushbrain! This is his mess we're cleaning up. Why push the responsibility back on us?
?: Er, no reason.
From their surprise, groans could be heard near them. Happy and Charles got up, although confused as to what happened.
Happy: *groans, rubs head* ...What...happened…?
Charles: *groans* ...Where...are we…?
?: Sir, they're up!
Vanilla: I see that.
To Happy and Charles, they immediately saw Vanilla and his members, noticing the cloaks they wore and the symbol on them. It immediately raised a red flag for them, knowing that they were trouble and took on fighting stances.
Happy: Who are you Pokemon?! You look like bad guys!
Charles: Yeah, you're wearing those "Dirty Delinquent" cloaks like those other Pokemon from the stadium wore!
To Vanilla and his associates, they knew they had to find a way to diffuse the situation. Knowing that they were children, Vanilla believed in his mind that he could somehow try to convince them that he and his associates were good guys, so he had an idea.
Vanilla: W-Well, the truth is, we're not really bad guys. We're just wearing it to uh...disguise ourselves! Yeah!
Charles: I dunno...I'm not buying it. Our Master told us that we can't trust Pokemon in cloaks.
Vanilla: (...Dammit…! Whoever this "Master" is, he sure did some good brainwashing…! Think, Vanilla…)
The two legged associate spoke.
?: Well, did he also tell you that some of us are trying to stop them? I mean, we're trying to destroy it from within.
Happy: Hmm...Charles, he's probably right.
Charles: Happy, don't buy it for a second. They're just as guilty since they're wearing the cloaks. Not to mention, where are our friends?
Happy: Oh. Where are our friends, you baddies?!
Vanilla: They've gone on a vacation somewhere else.
Charles: Nope. Now I know that's a lie. They've been taken away against their free will.
Vanilla: *eye twitches, growls* W-Why you little- *clears throat, calm voice* I-I mean, it's not like that. We're just uh...liberating them on the right path.
Happy: We're not believing that either! I'm ready to kick some butts!
Charles: Be prepared, baddies! We're gonna beat you up!
Vanilla: ...Do you children really think you can beat us up? Ha! Not! Guess again.
Happy: Ooh! Are we playing a guessing game?
Charles: Happy! We're kicking butts, remember?
Happy: But they were playing a guessing game!
Charles: *sweat drop* ...Not that kind of game.
Vanilla: *grins* (...That turtle kid...He's going to be easy…)
Happy: So, it's not really a game?
Charles: No! They're bad guys!
Happy: Oh. Let's beat them up!
Vanilla: W-Wait! Uh...Want to play a game of hide and seek?
Happy: Oh, boy! Can I count?
Vanilla: Sure!
Charles: I don't think so! We want our friends back! Happy, what's more important to us right now? Our friends, or a game of this so-called "hide and seek'" to which we'll never see them again?
Happy: O...Our friends…
Charles: And the only way to get our friends back is to kick their butts!
Vanilla: Hmph. I thought I had you kids for a minute there. But very well. *smiles* Go ahead and hit me with your "baby attacks". I bet it won't hurt...much. *chuckles*
The four legged cloak spoke.
?: *laughs* Yeah, go ahead. We won't feel a thing.
Charles: Don't get too angry when we "kids" outshine you. Ready, Happy?
Happy: Ready!
Charles: Go!
Vanilla: Hm?
In an instant, Happy and Charles disappeared, shocking Vanilla and his associates.
Vanilla: W-What the?!
?: Hey, they're fast for tykes, no?!
?: O-Oi, where'd those bastards go?!
?: I don't know!
They were looking around frantically, wondering where they would strike next. From behind, Happy and Charles punched and kicked the associates, knocking them out cold, leaving only Vanilla by himself. He was in disbelief by what he was seeing. Two children suddenly being able to knock out his associates was a big deal to him, meaning that they were no "ordinary children".
Happy: Alright! We kicked butt!
Charles: It's your turn, you purple cloaked weirdo!
Vanilla: (...I...I couldn't even see them suddenly…! What the hell is this..?! Wait...They said "Master" earlier, didn't they...?! Does that mean this "Master" made these brats stronger suddenly…?! But they're only children…!) ...I don't understand how you two managed to do that, but I see that you kids are no pushovers. Get ready to witness a Junior under a Major in action, brats. Because you'll be needing a niiiiiice, long nap after this.
Happy: Huh? But I'm not sleepy yet.
Vanilla: Oh, you will be. You will be…
He shrugged off his cloak, revealing his blue wings, although the right one had a little chip in it.
Happy: What kind of Pokemon are you?
Vanilla: I'm a Vibrava. But that's probably too complicated for your brains. Get ready for a little soothing wind!
He began flapping his wings gently, conjuring up a cool breeze to the face that was enough to soothe Happy and Charles's souls, lulling them in a drowsy state.
Happy: ...W...What's...going...on…?
Charles: ...This breeze...feels nice… *yawns*
Happy: ...I...I don't wanna...go to bed yet...Grandpa… *yawns*
They struggled to keep their eyes open and in seconds, they were asleep. To Vanilla, this was a relief lifted from his wings. He didn't think he could pull it off, but knowing that they were children helped the move execute far better than he expected.
Vanilla: (...Oh, thank Arceus...I was afraid I was going to be next for a second there like my associates...Now that those brats are asleep, what should I do…? Well, I could leave them here, but what good would that do…? Their strength is insane…Maybe I'll find a way to bring these brats to headquarters...)
...
At the main base, the leader of the organization was in his office, wearing the same black cloak as before. He was expecting something to happen, as he was pacing back and forth near his desk. A small cloaked figure then entered the office, with some news to report.
Female: Sir, I have a report.
Male: Shoot.
Female: …Apparently, Commander Meat was defeated.
Male: *slowly turns* ...Bullshit.
Female: It is not. A scouter report says that an old Alakazam with a tail and an orange star on his head is the culprit.
Male: ...Dammit! Those elderly idiots of society think that they're doing the right thing?! They're brainwashed. All of them. They're not understanding the part of liberation from this corrupt regime.
Female: ...We also have another report. We have received three other fighters. They are expected to be here within the hour.
Male: *chuckles* Good. I also assume that those other fighters from that kingdom are subdued?
Female: Exactly. We have met some resistance, but we managed to overtake the kingdom. But we're going to have a very difficult time shaking off the Military.
Male: Oh? Have you forgotten, Hummus? Some of our members are part of the Military. There's nobody that can stop us now.
Hummus: I...forgot, sir.
Male: There's nothing for them to do. We are so indestructible that we could even take on...the Pokemon World Government. Now, is the Pokemon named "Moody" in this headquarters?
Hummus: Yes sir. He is in Block X's holding facility cell numbered 114.
Male: Good. I wish to see him. Tell Professor Sorbet that I expect Project Meta to be ready, along with our other creations.
Hummus: Yes sir.
A few minutes later, the large cloaked figure went into Block X's holding facility. The hallway itself had mechanical structures, including the tiled metal floors and doors that seem to only open by some sort of method rather than by using a handle like one would expect. When the cloaked figure reached door number 114, he flashed the shade-like logo on his coat towards a scanner, and the door slid open like magic. Inside, Moody sat there in an unconscious state chained up to prevent escape.
As the cloaked figure stepped in, the door slid close and he stood over Moody, towering with his large appearance. Moody began groaning as soon as he regained consciousness and awoke to see the cloaked figure before him, raising ire based on the cloak alone.
Moody: You! What the hell do you guys want?! Is me trying to do the right thing a punishment in your eyes?! You all have some nerve to take me away based on taking down one of your members!
?: *chuckles* I assure you, the "member" you mentioned is out. Free as a bird.
Moody: W-What…?
?: Oh, there's no need to worry. He won't be coming after you specifically. If anything, he has a different target in mind…
Moody: (...Baye…!)
He began struggling to get out of the chains, to which it was to no avail.
?: You won't break out of those chains. They also suppress your moves, so using them won't work.
Moody: *growls* You son of a bitch! How far-
The figure then slapped Moody, which felt like feathers mixed with a hard hand. It glared at Moody with glowing green eyes as if something he said was wrong and had an icy tone to his voice with...
?: ...Don't you dare call me that ever again. I hate that…My mother was a good mother, and I hate it when Pokemon like you use it so thoughtlessly…
Moody: …Then tell me this. What are you guys planning?!
?: *smiles* …Liberation.
Moody: Oh, that's bullshit.
The figure slapped Moody once again.
?: It is not. Soon, we shall overthrow the Pokemon World Government and create a new meaning to life. One without restrictions or rules imposed on us by the brainwashed elderly societal Pokemon such as you.
Moody: What the hell are you talking about?! Do you really think you'll be able to pull it off?!
?: We will. We're everywhere and nowhere. That's our nature.
Moody: Well, someone will stop you at some point. I don't care if I have to be chained up for the rest of my living days to see that!
?: How asinine. And I just realized something. It seems you are the father of that traitor.
Moody: Tanner? No wonder he left. He saw through your wicked ways!
?: It is you who doesn't get it. I'd say it was you who led him here in the first place.
Moody: Ngh… (...He's right...It was my fault for that…)
?: Some old fool who's blind to the very thing he lives through every single day, not even asking himself if he's free or not. Don't you see? You pay things with so-called "money" and you call yourself free?
Moody: It's called "life"! It's how we manage ourselves!
?: Bullshit! I know better! Life isn't meant for us to be slaves for the rest of our days! We're supposed to do whatever the hell we want! But Pokemon like you prefer a peaceful slavery than outrageous freedom. Such crap you spout are nothing more than the societal norms they impose on you.
Moody: Why tell me all this?
?: Because I was hoping to see if you get it. But I'm foolish.
Moody: Seems you really are! Right now, this is slavery! I'm chained up against my free will!
?: Now you know how society is. At least you can see the chains you're in.
Moody: How far are you going to go with this?! This so-called "liberation" of yours?!
?: Until the whole world knows what to do. Even if we have to go to extreme methods to do so.
Moody: Your methods are insane! Bombing and burning places is your way of making a point about liberation?! Who the hell even asked for that?!
?: *shrugs* Force of habit. It's not like we didn't ask for that. Society started that. And look what happened.
Moody: I'd rather die than live through whatever your ideas of the world should be!
?: So, you'd rather burn in hell instead of witnessing the flames of a revolution. I could've sworn that you had some...children with you. Wanting to put them to tears? I can make that happen.
Moody's pupils began to shrink, knowing who he was mentioning.
Moody: You wouldn't…!
?: Naaaaaah...I ain't that. I ain't that at all. You see, children aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, so I'd prefer to leave them alone. But if they attack us...well, you get it, right?
Moody: *growls* Well, you keep talking nonsense about your so-called "liberation". Someone's going to make you taste the bullet!
?: I look forward to that.
The figure then lifted the hood, revealing it to be a Braviary with a darker red coat and black underside. His eyes were also green, and had gray plumes that were longer and bigger, along with the tuft of hair under his lower beak, signifying his age. The most identifiable aspect about the Braviary was the shades he wore around his eyes, which matched the color of the logo on his coat. It took Moody by surprise, knowing just how scary it could be that a Braviary out of all Pokemon would be part of the organization.
Braviary: I'd like to see who'd make me, Senior Head Barbeque, taste the bullet, especially since I'm not well known in the world... *chuckles*
Moody: (...S…"Senior Head"…? Does that mean...he's the real leader of this organization…?!)
Barbeque: …And I'd avoid saying things like that, old fool. The youth are less likely to taste it than the old. Until then, see you. *chuckles*
Barbeque then left the room, with a somewhat angry, yet confused Moody to ponder about what he had to digest.
Moody: (...Zamenza...Happy...Charles...Baye...Tanner...Please be careful out there...These Pokemon have sinister motives for the world…)
Back to where Zamenza was, he and Moby were surfing out on the open seas, sailing past a large kingdom nearby. Apparently, fires and smoke were already erupting from it, suggesting that the Dirty Delinquents had struck the place.
Zamenza: (...They would even go so far as to burn a kingdom to prove their point...How horrid…)
Moby: Do you think that their base is around here somewhere?
Zamenza: That's what I'm hoping to find out.
Moby: I hope my children are okay out there…
Zamenza: I hope so too… (...I hope Happy and the others are safe...Don't worry Moody, I'm coming to rescue you…)
...
Somewhere in the world, a place with powerful forces gathered. It appeared to be the main base, with a star-like symbol and three blue rectangles hung above the big building, resembling a Pokemon somewhat. Inside it, a black mustached Ambipom with a brown coat and five-digit fingers on his twin tails sat at a desk in a room that was large enough to house an Eternatus. He had his arms covered over his mouth as he was awaiting a call from his Roto-Phone. However, it came sooner than he expected as it rang.
?: ...Hello? The "whats" have what?! Impossible! Well, send some squads over there! Get the Admirals and Generals whilst you're at it! *sighs* Alright. If it also requires me, then so be it. Goodbye.
He hung up with a tired expression. It appeared that he was growing tired of what was happening.
?: ...I can't wait to relinquish this title to one of the Generals. When this is all said and done, the next Pokemon will have to dance in the seat. And if chance comes, I'll be sitting in the seat with the Pokemon World Government. Can't wait to be away from all this. But dammit, those Dirty Delinquent bastards are going to answer for this, I swear...Time to organize the troops and join the front lines…
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