Chapter 27: World Attack
As tensions rose around the world from the Dirty Delinquent attacks, it involved the World Government. At this point, many Pokemon of profession were now hostages under them, including the fighters from the Pokken Arts Tournament. The Military and Glopol, two of the World Government's greatest powers, were now powerless as there were members of the Dirty Delinquents among them.
As for Zamenza's wherabouts, he and Moby were still on the seas, looking for any particular sign of a Dirty Delinquent force at work, to which there was one at a particular place filled with mystical energy. The entire land itself was bizarre, with fields being pink and cities decorated with grass and frosting from a distance, including a large palace with pink flags on it. However, smoke brewed from the city, to which he could hear screams. As he looked around, he noticed ships with the Dirty Delinquent logo on the sails, confirming his suspicion.
Zamenza: …Even here in a place like this, there's a Dirty Delinquent attack.
Moby: It seems that the entire world is being attacked by them.
Zamenza: Certainly.
Moby: Should I dock here?
Zamenza: …Yeah.
Moby parked himself closer to the island, allowing for Zamenza to jump down on.
Zamenza: …Let's see what's going on here…
A few minutes later, Zamenza headed into the city, which had more buildings covered in frosting of different colors and tree-like buildings with pink petals on them. Some of the buildings however had been destroyed recently, as some of them had flames and smoke brewing just about. Upon the blue cotton candy-like streets, a Whimsicott was seen laying in the middle of it, apparently unconscious and had some burn marks on his body. It even caught Zamenza's attention as he was walking down the streets, looking at the destruction.
Zamenza: (...A Whimsicott…? Perhaps he can tell me…)
He then approached the Whimsicott, hoping to get some answers.
Zamenza: Excuse me. Are you alright?
The Whimsicott woke up, although somewhat in pain due to what he suffered from.
Whimsicott: *groans* ….W…What kind of…question is…that…?
As his senses came to him, he saw Zamenza and was somewhat relieved, although not for the reasons of being helped.
Whimsicott: …Oh, thank goodness…A Psychic type…We…We need…some help…The queen….the kingdom's…-
Before he could finish, a gunshot rang out from the distance, followed by other Pokemon screaming.
Zamenza: (...What happened…?!)
Not too far from where he was, he heard a male voice shout something like…
?: Her Majesty's been shot! Those damned bastards did it! Soldiers, get ready for a full-scale assault! Any cloaked bastards you see, kill them!
His soldiers agreed in response.
Zamenza: (...No…!)
The Whimsicott also perked up, with a face of absolute horror. He couldn't believe that the queen of this kingdom was suddenly shot.
Whimsicott: …T…The queen's…been shot…? Those… *groans* …Dark types…! They're…among them…!
Zamenza didn't even look his way as he spoke. Rather, the direction of the palace itself was what he focused on.
Zamenza: (...They would go so far as to kill a member of royalty…? Have they no shame…?!)
?: My, my…We seem to have attracted quite the attention, haven't we…?
Alerted by the feminine voice, from the direction of the palace, a Persian walked towards Zamenza. However, this one was different, as it had an orange, glossy coat and a rounder face. It also wore a Dirty Delinquent cloak, which was green and matched the color of the jewel above its eyes.
Zamenza: …Who are you?
Persian: Oh, come on. Isn't it obvious by my green cloak?
Zamenza: So, you're one of them. Care to tell me your name?
Persian: …Oh, my…Asking a lady her name, huh? Very well. I'm Major Cinnamon.
Zamenza: "Major"? I suppose you and your henchmen are responsible for this?
Cinnamon Oh…? Are we…? I guess so. Needless to say, we're responsible. Or should I say…"I"?
Zamenza: …You killed the queen?
Cinnamon: I did. Problem?
Zamenza: Yes. A very big problem. What did that queen even do to you?
Cinnamon: Hmm…You don't look like you're from around here. If anything, you don't even know who the queen is. Why have concern over something you know nothing about?
Even though Zamenza seemed to be somewhat seriously calm on the outside, he was seething on the inside from her admittance.
Zamenza: (...I can think of one way…) This is exactly why I don't like the way your organization works.
Cinnamon: That's fine. But the organization knows about you. After all, you're the one who defeated Commander Meat. That's unforgivable amongst the organization, and we treat each other like family.
Zamenza: …Irony. I had a hostage from your organization, and those cloaked members of his were willing to kill him off just for being in my care. Not exactly the type of "family image" they're trying to paint.
Cinnamon: That's because we know traitors when we see them.
Zamenza: Hmph. Well, you think this so-called "liberation" thing will pan out for you all? The Military will stop you.
Cinnamon: And that's why we're not worried. They're not coming after us anytime soon.
Zamenza: Huh?
Cinnamon: We are everywhere and nowhere. *chuckles* Some of our members…are in the Military.
Zamenza: W-What..?!
Cinnamon: Both it and Glopol. We're unstoppable, and sooner or later, our leader's going to bring world liberation. You should be thanking us, actually. Maybe with this, we'll expose corruption this world's been thrusted into, just like a long time ago…
Zamenza: C-Corruption…? So that's why you killed the queen?!
Cinnamon: That…and because of…well…history between certain types…
Zamenza: (...H-History…? Does she mean…?)
Cinnamon: I'm sure you're familiar with it, aren't you? The history we Dark types had…This kingdom was involved in it. The world's better off with a family like that being executed. We don't glorify murderers from history, especially if they're going to repeat it.
Zamenza: You don't know that. What if that queen was different?
Cinnamon: Hah! Different?! Yeah, right. Ask my parents that. They got here, and then the queen quietly had them executed. Why? Because…they were Dark types…That's not to say Ghosts and Dragons had it any different, but then again, they got some leeway into the world…
Zamenza: (...She doesn't look like she's lying…)
Cinnamon: So, what are you going to do? Stop me? If you attack me, I won't hesitate to chain up every living being in this kingdom. We won't level it, but that depends on our leader's disposition on this. What's it going to be?
At this point, Zamenza felt like he was being pressured to cave in. He wouldn't hesitate to fight her, but doing so meant that she would have her associates chain every single being living in this kingdom. At the same time, even if he defeated her, he wouldn't be any closer to finding his friend, so he only had one choice.
Zamenza: …Fine.
However, the Whimsicott noticed her presence, hearing everything she said and responded in anger with…
Whimsicott: …You…bitch…! You damn…sinner…!
As he got up, Cinnamon lifted her right leg to the side, revealing some sort of miniature silencer strapped to her back under her coat and fired a single shot into the Whimsicott's chest without a sound. He fell to the ground on his cotton-esque back, bleeding from the wound. However, Cinnamon's face wasn't too pleased by the Whimsicott, as if he said something bad to her.
Zamenza: Stop! He didn't do anything!
Cinnamon: …I hate that word. Just like the past.
She then turned to Zamenza as if nothing happened as she had a smile on her face again and placed her right leg back to the ground, covering up the silencer under her green cloak.
Cinnamon: Now then, what's it gonna be?
Zamenza: …I'll go with you. But first, I must check to see if this Pokemon's still alive.
Cinnamon: Don't bother. He's dead now. He's not even that important. Who's gonna remember him? You?
Zamenza: Then let me bury him.
Cinnamon: My men can do that. But before you get any ideas…
She then whistled, summoning a green Hitmonlee in a cloak to her side.
Hitmonlee: Yes, Major?
Cinnamon: Tie him up. When your men get through here, bury that pathetic life's body over there.
He then pulled out a rope, tying Zamenza's hands.
Hitmonlee: Number 189, out.
The Hitmonlee vanished from sight.
Cinnamon: Let's go. Your prison awaits.
She then escorted him out of the city. However, Zamenza decided to do one last thing before he would be taken away completely on one of their ships. He decided to try some telepathy by communicating with someone he knew.
Zamenza: (...Moby, are you there…?)
Moby: (...Zamenza…! Is everything alright…?)
Zamenza: (...Besides the chaos, I am fine…However, I want you to go find Happy and Charles…I know that the others got taken by the Dirty Delinquents, so that's why I want you to find those children…They should be in the south somewhere…)
Moby: (...But, wait a minute…! Are you…being taken by them…?)
Zamenza: (...It's the only way…)
Moby: (...Alright…I will do as you wish…)
Zamenza: (...Goodbye, my friend…)
...
Somewhere on an island near the children, the village was apparently on fire. The village itself appeared to be filled with tepees, with the Pokemon being of the Ninetales line, the Fennekin line, and the Theivul line. Some of the Vulpix and Ninetales living there had a different look, having a black coat with their tail tips being a glowing blue hue, along with their eyes. Their faces also had some markings on them, making them a regional variant.
Apparently, their village was under attack by cloaked members of the Dirty Delinquents, since some of the tepees were burned to a crisp, leaving smoke from its impact. Said cloaked individuals were wielding guns, forcing the villagers to fall in line to board their ships until a Ninetales and a Theivul moved at a fast speed, knocking some of them out with their paws. They appeared to be warriors of the tribe, since they were wearing war paint on their faces.
One of the cloaked members seemed to be the head of the squad, since they were directing orders to them.
?: Subdue them!
Ninetales: I don't think so!
Theivul: Attacking our village during our peaceful day…Shame on you! We'll protect it!
?: You'll die. Surrender now, or see Arceus. Your choice.
Ninetales: How about you leave?
?: No. We know you have a chief and chiefess. If we take them, then it'll get your brain jogging.
Theivul: You wouldn't!
?: Oh, we would! Bring the chief out, or we'll burn this place down.
Theivul: *growls* …You sons of bitches…!
?: Come now, time's ticking! Our hands are itching to burn this place any moment!
The Ninetales then addressed some of his tribe.
Ninetales: One of you, go get the chief and chiefess.
A Fennekin responded and went towards a large tepee not too far from them before coming back out. The chief and chiefess came out as well, with the chief being a Ninetales and the chiefess being a Vulpix. The Ninetales in particular appeared to be somewhat bigger than the rest and somewhat older, being a black coated one with a glowing green hue on the tips of his tail, even matching his eyes. He also wore a headdress donned with feathers, indicating his status.
As for the Vulpix chiefess, she appeared to have a yellow coat color with orange eyes and donned a somewhat similar feathered headdress, although smaller than the chief's and seemed younger than him. Behind her were two Vulpix, one being an older Vulpix with a black coat and blue eyes, while the other was smaller and had a yellow coat similar to the chiefess's. As the head of the squad noticed their presence, he began grinning.
Chief: …What do you want? Can't you leave us in peace?
?: Well now, the chief and chiefess ain't half bad. But it's sad to say that he looks like he'll keel over any moment. As for the young vixen, she seems to have been in his care almost as long as she was…oh, I don't know, a child? That is unfortunate.
The two warriors responded with anger, as if they were about to deck him.
Ninetales: How dare you say that about our chief!
Thievul: Apologize this instant!
?: Ooh…I struck a nerve. I guess it's true. They start young, don't they?
Then he noticed the two children hiding behind the chiefess.
?: What are those things? Are they your children? That vixen must be carrying a good supply of eggs, ain't she? Especially from an old hound.
The chiefess reacted with shock, whilst the chief himself grew furious with his words, but didn't speak as one of the warriors responded on his behalf.
Ninetales: Shut your mouth! How dare you speak of the chiefess with such vile words?!
?: I think of the few tribes we've encountered so far, this one will do to burn for eternity. Now, we'll speak with the chief. If you'd mind, we'll let this village slide if both you and the young vixen come with us. But if you don't, then this village will indeed burn.
Chief: …If it's to save this village, then we shall.
The black Vulpix then responded...
Vulpix B: F-Father! If you and Mother go, then what's going to be left of us?!
Chief: It's to accommodate the safety of our villagers. You will take over one day, son. They also can be your spirits to guide your path.
?: Listen to daddy dearest, "blackie". At least his heart's in the right place. Now, be a good chief and chiefess and come quietly.
The two warriors had enough, and within seconds, they disappeared from the eye and struck the head, sending him flying into the water. As they were about to finish him off, the entire village was being pelted by water bombs, which created a thick mist that clouded the area. It even confused the cloaked members, as they were unsure if this was a friend or foe.
The two warriors shrugged it off and prepared to attack, but before they could, they felt a cut around their chests, ripping through their fur. They also let out a scream, sending a wave of horror among the villagers. When the mist cleared, they were laying in a small pool of their own blood, terrifying the villagers upon such a sight. The chiefess even covered her youngest child's eyes from it, whilst the older one looked away with disgust.
Behind their bodies stood a green Frogadier in a blue cloak with a katana out as if he sliced something before putting it back under his cloak.
Frogadier: Sorry I'm late. I'm here on Sergeant Olive's orders. Ribbit!
The head of the squad got back on the land, able to recover himself from such an attack.
?: …Yep, I think this village shall burn. But, Corporal Kiwi…your timing could've been better.
Kiwi: *sweat drop* Seriously…? I just got here. Give me a break, ribbit.
?: Anyways, see what happens when two arrogant morons decided to take matters into their own hands? *points* That.
Angrily, the chief responded with…
Chief: You! How dare you slay them?!
Kiwi: Whoops. My bad. My sword slipped. Ribbit.
Chief: Please stop this madness! They know nothing of their words!
?: Yeah, tell that to them. Now, get going, you two! On the ship, on the double! And since that attack was unwarranted, this village will burn! Thank your two warriors lying in their own blood for it! *laughs*
Kiwi: *sweat drop* (...Wow, overdoing it, much…?)
The chief and chiefess had no choice but to comply in order to prevent any more damage to their village.
Chief: Wait! Don't burn our village…It's our only home…Just take me and my wife instead…Leave them out of this…!
?: That's the spirit. Now, everyone shall remain here.
Without a word, the chief and chiefess were being accompanied by cloaked members towards a ship that was awaiting their orders. They boarded and were chained up to prevent escape. The head of the squad and a few of his subordinates boarded for backup, sailing off without a word except towards Kiwi.
?: Corporal…They're in your care.
Kiwi: Actually, I don't have to take care of them. I'm leaving. All I came here to do was help out, that's all. If anything, it's these guys that should take care of it, ribbit.
?: Fine by me. I wish you luck.
He then sailed off with the chief and chiefess onboard, leaving a grieving village with smoke still brimming from the damage. Some of the villagers even went towards the warriors bodies, finding out that they were still alive, but only by a thread. As for Kiwi, he got on his sailboat and sailed off in another direction. For the villagers, they were being watched constantly by the cloaked members, knowing that they were to be monitored since they may run off and tell someone about the events that transpired just now.
The two children of the chiefs could only look on with sadness, knowing that their parents were being taken away and never to be seen again. The black coated Vulpix was the only one to say something under his breath as he watched the ship sail off…
Vulpix B: …You gutless cowards…
...
Back to where the children were, they noticed a village that had smoke coming from it. It caught the attention of Charles, as when he began sniffing the air, it smelled of recent burning.
Charles: Guys, that place over there seems to have been attacked recently.
Happy: Really? How do you know?
Charles: It's the scent of the smoke. I can tell. And it's got to be the work of those Dirty Delinquent goons…
Polly: No…They're such awful Pokemon…
Happy: We've got to stop them!
Charles: The best thing to do is to see what happened. Maybe we'll get something from there.
Polly: But, what if there's still some of them there?
Charles: We'll kick their butts! Right, Happy?
Happy: That's right!
Charles: Let's go over there. They shouldn't be a problem. If we took on one of their colored cloaks, then we can do it again. We didn't endure a year of Master Zamenza's training for nothing. Right, Happy?
Happy: Right.
Charles: Let's go! *points* To that island!
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