THE MYSTERY OF BABA YEGA-CHAPTER 8
By Red Star
NOTE: I do not own Pokemon and I thank Dragoness for allowing me to twist her story around a bit. Hey, people!! So far, Dragoness is the only person giving me reviews for this fic! Poor things probably lonely doing this all by herself!!
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NARODNAYA SKYSHIELD MISSILE DEFENSE STATION
SKYSHIELD; Russia's missile defense system. Developed in response to America's BMD defense system, SKYSHIELD consisted of dozens of radar sites spread out across the Empire and observation satellites watching from space. When SKYSHIELD saw a missile coming, the coordinates were programmed into interceptor missiles or flying robots and the enemy weapon would be destroyed before it could reach it's target, leaving the Kremlin free to unleash a storm of Nuclear destruction upon their enemy in response.
Colonel of the Imperial Air Force Feodor Gordunov, commandant of the SKYSHIELD station at Narodnaya, finished off his weekly inspection of the fleet of mobile missile launchers assigned to his command. Gordunov saluted the Company commander and drove off in his jeep toward his office. "And how did the Emperor's pet project look today?" said his driver, a lieutenant. "It's still holding together. Remind me to get on the phone and tell Major Grigori to pay me his twenty rubles, it's been six months since this station was set up already," His driver turned to him and grinned. "He'll just make another excuse anyway, sir," "I know," laughed Gordunov, "But I'll bite him in the butt about it later," The lieutenant laughed as he turned a corner in the forest through which they traveled.
When they turned it, the two were amazed to see a small creature hovering above the road. It was cat-like, with blue eyes and pinkish fur. It had a long prehensile tail that rounded at the end. Around it's neck was a bizarre looking collar. "What on earth is that thing?" whispered the lieutenant. "Looks like some sort of Pokemon," the Colonel replied. The creature turned toward the stopped jeep, staring at the two Russian officers. Then, it was surrounded by a reddish flaming energy. "What the…" muttered the lieutenant as he reached for the pistol on his belt. The mysterious Pokemon fired a bolt of energy at the jeep. "Crap!! Get out!!!" shouted the Colonel as he leaped out of the vehicle. Too late.
The power surge smashed into the engine and turned the gas tank into a mini firestorm. The lieutenant was thrown violently down the side of the jeep. One foot still hung inside the driver's side. His face was burned and covered in blood. The once fine, gray uniform was covered in blood and had little patches of flames scattered about.
Colonel Gordunov pulled his pistol out of his jacket and took cover behind a tree. He then whipped around and fired three rounds at the creature. He was somewhat confused to see a few small objects appearing in the middle of the air and then dropping down to the ground. Then he realized it: They were his bullets!
He threw his pistol aside and shakily advanced to the road before the creature, with his hands raised. Gordunov expected something horrible; a shot through the chest perhaps?
He looked up at the Pokemon and was somewhat surprised to see tears emerge from it's eyes. Before it flew off toward his command's radar sites, he thought he heard a young boy's voice in his mind.
I'm sorry…
THE KREMLIN
The Russian Emperor wolfed down an impressive breakfast laid out before him. "Well, Mrs. Ketchum," he said between bites, "I had my doubts about letting you use my kitchens to cook, but even the Imperial Chef was impressed." Delia smiled happily. "I thought it was the least I could do for you after letting us stay in your home, sir." Dane smiled at her. Then frowned. He looked under the table and said, "Hey, hey! You two share that ketchup or I'll take it away! You think I won't? Oh, you think I won't? I'll come down there and kick your little tails!" "Pika, Pikachu, chu chu!" "Oh yeah!? That's it, I'm coming over there!" He crawled underneath the table and the sounds of battle emerged from beneath it. The Emperor's guests then picked themselves up and crept out the door.
An aide entered the room, looking very shaken. He stopped for a few minutes to regard the row going on beneath the dining table. "Uh, Your Imperial Majesty?" "Hah!" came Dane's triumphant cry as an open bottle of ketchup in the Imperial hand emerged from under the table. Two little whining cries also rose and it sounded like there were little hops going on. "Uhm, sire?" "Huh?" The Emperor's head popped up from beneath the table. "Oh, Alexi. What is it?" he asked as he pulled himself from the scene of battle.
"Sire, it's about one of our SKYSHIELD bases…" Alexi began.
"All four radar structures and seventeen FROG-15 missiles destroyed," sighed Dane I.
Delia Ketchum, Lieutenant General Ivan Nikolov and MGB chief Yevgeni Primakov sat at the Emperor's conference table. "And right now, we have a hole-tiny as it is-in our missile defense system." He leaned forward in his chair and crossed his arms on the table.
His eyes turned toward the folder in front of him labeled "SKYSHIELD-Strategic Air Defense Command Headquarters."
"The Ministry of Defense has sent three planeloads of construction troops and technicians to Narodnaya. I've been told that the rebuilding of the station will take about two months. Until then, I've dispatched some mobile radar units to plug up the hole for a while."
He then looked over at Delia and got a little quieter. "Mrs. Ketchum, the commander of that station told me he saw who-or rather what-did it. He gave us a description of a Mew…" She drew a sharp breath and looked like she was about to cry. The Emperor quickly added. "But, since Polosev showed her hand, we've narrowed the area of the search. I've already deployed an Airborne Division to help in the search and I've got reconnaissance planes over-flying the area. The Imperial Air Force tells me that they'll have covered the entire province in a few days. When we find her, I have a SPETSNAZ battalion waiting for my orders; we'll go in and rescue your son, and find out what she did to him. Now, when…" The phone on the Emperor's credenza rang. He sighed and went over to answer it. "Yes?" he grumbled, hoping to frighten away the caller. "What?…When?…Does he have any proof?…We'll see about that. Search him, do the usual security precautions, and send him up." Dane hung up and turned to the waiting group at the table. "A guy just came by who says he's Ash's father…"
The Prince admired the 17th Century musket in his hand. In the other he held a cloth with which he had just finished polishing the antique. In the background, Handel's Royal Fireworks filled the Prince's collection room with the sound of those long past 1700's.
As he placed the old weapon back on it's mount, he murmured, "And how are things going?" "Very well," answered Baba Yega, who sat on a medieval armchair and laid her cane across her lap. "The foul father has arrived on the scene." "Ah, Giovanni Ketchum," said the Prince as he plucked a long Polish saber from the wall and began polishing it. "The fellow had everything, or thought he had. And when he realized what he didn't have, it was too late. Or so it may seem…" He turned toward Baba Yega and artistically rolled the blade in his hand. "The events in this matter have reached their peak, Little Grandmother, everything goes downhill from here, and the time is approaching when we shall move in and strike it down,"
"Giovanni, what are you doing here?" said Mrs. Ketchum. The Emperor cocked an eyebrow as he regarded the two people. Giovanni was wearing a black suit and a loosened red tie. He looked defeated, and somewhat nervous before his wife. The Emperor cleared his throat and approached the couple. "Mr. Ketchum, I would like to…" he cut himself off as Delia turned a dangerous glare to him, "…Say that I am going to stand over here now." And Dane stepped cautiously over to a safe spot.
"Delia, please, I…" "I told you to stay away! Or don't you remember?! You seem to have a lot of trouble remembering things, Giovanni, your wife, your vows, your family, your own son! Ash admired you his entire life and you destroyed all that in one minute!! Then you go and kidnap him to use as a puppet. How could you do that, Giovanni?! How could you?!?" Tears began to roll out of her eyes and she ran out of the room. Giovanni sagged down and stumbled over to a couch. He clasped his trembling hands together and rested his chin on them. The Emperor uncomfortably glanced back and forth between Giovanni and the retreating Delia Ketchum. He quietly maneuvered his way to another door and quickly made his way to his office.
Dane slumped down at his desk and held a hand to the side of his head. He was getting a terrible headache and it was only eleven-twenty. He reached for the buzzer to have some aspirin brought to him when a bright flash of light made him leap from his chair. When the light cleared, he saw before him a small cat-like creature with pink fur.
"Ash…?" he asked confusedly.
The Mew shook it's head.
No, I am Neriko, sir.
Dane's eyes opened wide as he looked upon the now floating Mew.
"What are you here for?" As you humans would say, for backup,
"Backup? You know where Ash is?"
Yes,
The Emperor's hand quickly darted to his phone and he dialed up a number. What are you doing? asked a somewhat alarmed Nekiro.
Dane turned to him and gave a grin. "Getting your backup. Round up Ash's mom and friends, will you? We're coming to the rescue…"