Ages ~
Ash ~ 15
Misty ~ 16
Brock ~ 18
Gary ~ 16
Ritchie ~ 17
Josiah ~ 16
Rosie ~ 6
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War and Death~Part 3; Duct tape?! ~
The basic fact about
human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not
so much a war as an endless standing in line.
Henry
Louis Mencken (1880-1956)
May 22, 2010
"Welcome to what may be the very last day of your lives!" Gary and Josiah stood beside each other in a line of what looked like hundreds, perhaps even thousands of men, women, and many teenagers. In front of the group stood a tall, strong, blonde man on a quickly put together platform to raise him above the others. He stood tall and proud with his arms crossed, eyeing everyone in the crowd. He was fairly well known throughout the Johto region for his army status and his Raichu. "As you all un-doubtedly know, my name is Lt. Surge. I don't have much time to explain this to you so I'll say this just once. You have no time for training and no time for good-byes. I expect you all to be ready at all times and listen to your commanding officer. Is that understood?" He waited for the simaltanious 'yes sir!' before continuing, "Now, there will be two sections." Lt. Surge pointed to the left with one arm. "To the left is Sgt. Michaels, all trainers who have more than one type of pokemon, go see him." He lifted his other arm and pointed to the right. "All pokemon trainers with only one type, go to the right and see Sgt. Alea." The he dropped his hands. "All the rest of you stay with me. Alright, let's move it people!"
Crowds of people moved around Josiah and Gary. They both turned to each other. "I guess this is where we spilt." Josiah stated.
Gary nodded. "Does that mean you only train one type?"
Josiah shrugged. "Not necessarily, I only have three fire pokemon if that's what you mean."
Gary smiled. "Sure," He held out his hand. "See you when this is done?"
Josiah smiled back at Gary and grabbed his extended hand. "You bet!"
They both let go of each other's hand, turned, and walked in the opposite direction of each other. Maybe, never even to see each other again.
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Cerulean and chocolate eyes stared at slits. "What?"
"I'm going to the store to get duct tape."
Ash stared at Brock like he was crazy. "Why would we need Duct tape?!"
Brock explained, "Because in the event that a bunch of plant type pokemon attack, we have to be in the basement so we don't get sick."
Misty cocked her head. "Why don't we use our pokemon?"
Brock shook his head. "That may help a little bit, but we're talking about us against an army."
"Yea, but we can do it, right Pikachu?"
"Pi?"
"Ash, I know you think you could do it," Brock explained carefully, "But we're talking our eighteen pokemon against their hundreds, and they aren't quite as weak as Team Rocket."
"Alright, but duct tape?"
Brock sighed, "Yes! Duct tape! Now, I'm going to the store to get supplies, you all find what you can and get some sheets. Put it all in the basement. Don't forget a radio! I'll be back in an hour or so."
Without waiting for an answer, Brock hurried for the door and walked outside leaving Ash and Misty still rather clueless. Finally, Ash turned to Misty with a confused look planted on his face. "But why Duct tape?"
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Small beady eyes peered from under the couch. It looked left, then right, then scrambled from its hiding place to the next best thing – under the desk in all the tasty looking computer wires. With greedy eyes gleaming, it licked its lips and opened its mouth to take a bite. A sudden noise from the door startled it and it ran behind the bundle of wires to watch and wait.
"I'm telling you, I thought I saw that pesky thing come in here!" Came the tired voice came from above.
Another voice answered it. "Um… yeah… well, as I was trying to tell you before, a message came for you from the league."
The older man looked up from his search. "Let me see it."
The younger one handed a piece of paper to the older one. "Here."
He took it and started to read it. Halfway through he began to mumble incoherent words to himself. The younger boy looked curiously at him. "What's wrong Professor?"
The Professor looked up at the younger one with anger in his eyes. "They want me to help with this war!"
The younger was surprised. "You're not going to help?"
The Professor shook his head. "No I'm not! I will not help to hurt my colleagues, and I will not be involved in the endangering of other's lives, including pokemon!"
The younger boy was silent for a moment, then added, "I agree with you Professor Oak, but if you don't help, people here will get hurt."
Professor Oak sighed and fell back on a chair. Age lines seemed to be appearing faster as he rubbed his temple with his fingers and closed his eyes. "I do realize that Tracey, but I have to stand up for what I believe in." He looked up at Tracey. "And what I believe in is peace."
Tracey sighed and nodded. "I'm going to go tell the League your answer."
Professor Oak nodded and wandered from the view of the stow away behind the wires. The beady eyed one stepped out into view cautiously. One paw, then the other. It looked too the left, then the right. Satisfied that it was alone, it returned back to the wired and opened it's large bucked-toothed mouth when suddenly a shoe-box fell over it.
"HA!" Came the old voice from before. "I knew you were in here Rattata!"
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There was about a hundred people in the yard. Some looked old, some looked young. Some were wild and ready, while others looked wiser and less quick to be happy and excited about war. A man in his late thirties stood up on a box and did his best to quite the lively group down. Finally, a shrill whistle from the man beside him made everyone cringe and quiet down. They all turned to pay attention to the red-haired man on the box. The red-haired man smiled down at the man who whistled and thanked him before beginning his speech.
"Welcome everyone! As you all should know, this is for one elemental trainers only! If you have more than one type of pokemon, please go over to that others group of people!" A few people got red in the face and tried to slyly leave. The man on the box heaved a sigh and muttered something under his breath. "Right, so, here is what we're going to do, my name is Sgt. Michaels! I will be the over all Sgt.! You will all split into groups and see your officers! And I'd better not hear any complaints about anyone or you'll have to deal with Lt. Surge or I, got it?" Nods of the head rippled through the crowd. "Good, now listen as I call off your name. Your leader will be up here. Now, Team Blue, your leader is Caption Bailey." A strawberry blonde woman walked in front of Sgt. Michaels and saluted. "Those who are with captain Bailey are as follows: Todd Snap, Michelle Leant, Kevin Star, Brad Leaven, Steve Cameron and Kate Skipper." Six people pushed their way through the crowd and onto the stage with their captain. She whispered a few words to them and soon they were off, only about 94 more to go.
Josiah shifted feet. He had a bad feeling he was going to be one of the last ones since he was younger. He sighed and looked around. There was a girl beside him, she looked about his age with long black hair and dark brown eyes. He smiled wistfully. She reminded him of his sister. He really did miss her. The girl noticed his stare and smiled nervously at him. Her ears pricked up at the sound of her name. "…Sabrina Crosswire, Josiah Woodward…" Sabrina looked over at Josiah. They smiled at each other. Together they pushed past the thinning crowd and to the center of the attention. There stood five other people. Two looked about in their twenties, and the rest of them looked to be in their teens.
One of the teens with red hair and army pants on finally spoke up. "My name is Ritchie, and I'll be your captain. So let's go kick some Johto butt!"
Six cheers were heard from the small circle of new and old army recruits.
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On the other side Gary stood stiffly in a line of eight with one old man dressed in a full army outfit yelling in his ear. "I don't' want ANY trouble from you, ya hear? If I hear of any trouble, I throw you in the barracks!" The old man stepped back muttering to himself about how he got stuck with the younger 'whipersnappers'.
A young blonde leaned over to whisper in Gary's ear when the captain wasn't looking. "I'll take the barracks any day if I didn't have to listen to all this." Gary smirked and held back a chuckle. The old captain whipped his head around and eyed the group suspiciously. Gary and the blonde boy kept their faces as straight as they could muster. The old man turned around again mumbling to himself, then announced, "We will be one of the middle attackers, so let's move out!"
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"So your plan is to hit them tomorrow?"
Lance nodded.
"And you want my Rocket team to lead the attack?"
Lance shook his head. "No, well, be one of them. We will have five others with yours and one hundred others to back you up. A few groups will be here to defend, and I suggest you do the same."
Giovonni thought a minute and nodded. "Consider it done."
Lance smiled in spite of the situation. "Great, now, we attack tomorrow."
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And there is this part! The next part will have all the action in it.Kay? Kay!
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