Yo, hey guys, here's the newest chapter for Rise of the Hybrids. You got a glimpse of the characters last chapter and now you'll get to see them in action and how this wild story will start. I will give you a heads up and say that this story will switch between third and first person, but I'll give you a heads up when I do change the POV. Check the bottom author note for OC update info and what not. Enjoy.

Italic- Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Bold Italic- Radio Responses

The Blackhawk gave a violent jerk from the turbulence as it neared the target. The team had touched down on the USS Wailord to refuel and touch up on the mission. Langdon had been very stern on the time window that they had to complete the mission. No more than twenty minutes to secure the load and get out. The faster they got out the quicker they could go home. They departed the USS Wailord at 02:30 hours to reach the freighter by the time they agreed on. Langdon glanced at his watch and it read 02:43. He peered out of the door and could see that they were closing in on the ship.

"Overlord this is Bandit, we've got a visual on the target, ETA two minutes." The pilot informed.

"Copy, Bandit." A voice replied back.

"Alright, all of you do a radio check. Make sure to use your codenames." Langdon informed.

"This is Dusty, I'm up." Dameon tested.

"Squid's up," Dean said, checking his weapon one last time.

"Blazer copies." David nodded.

"King copies all."

The bird was now hovering over the freighter and Langdon stood up to drop the rope. Once the rope was dangling just above the deck, he motioned for his team to get moving. Dameon was the first one to descend the rope and he landed on the slippery surface. He slipped a little bit as he took a defensive position and pointed his trademark M4 at the opposite end of the deck. David came down next, followed by Dean and then Langdon. The four of them stayed put for a moment to see if any of the security detail came to inspect. After waiting for thirty seconds, Langdon motioned for his men to stand up.

"Bandit, this is Delta-One. We're beginning our sweep of the deck. I want you to keep eyes on until we cross the main deck." Langdon

"Bandit copies, Delta-One. Be advised, we're running on fumes so we'll have to bug out and refuel soon." Bandit replied.

"Copy that, we're moving now."

Langdon pointed at the stairs and had Dean take point. Dean slowly crept along the wall and had his gun ready to drop the first thing he saw move. Reaching the end of the wall, Dean peered around the side and held his position. Dameon motioned for David and Langdon to follow into the maze of shipping containers. Dean brought up the rear as they stood near the large crates.

"Alright, fan out and watch your corners. If anything moves, kill it." Langdon whispered.

Dameon took the far left side and began his sweep. His eyes were sharp and his heartbeat was almost nonexistent. He quickly snapped to the left after hearing footsteps, knowing none of his teammates were in that direction. Dameon stayed cognizant of the rule two in the chest one in the head and raised his rifle. A man wandered into Dameon's line of sight, completely unaware of his presence. He took a quick breath, aimed and fired three shots. The three silent pops of his rifle were concealed by the splashing waves.

"Tango down," Dameon informed, continuing his walk.

"And the first blood goes to Dusty. It doesn't matter because I'll still beat you with the kill count." David replied.

"Focus." Langdon interjected.

Dameon smirked at Langdon's stern personality. He respected Langdon greatly, but the man truly could lighten up a little bit. As Dameon advanced through the labyrinth of shipping crates, he would hear an occasional pop of a suppressed rifle. He would have to see where they stood game wise after they reached the other end of the deck. After long last, Dameon broke free of the confining space of the crates and crouched down behind a divider. Langdon, Dean and David came out moments later and stacked up on Dameon. He caught Langdon's gesture to check the area ahead. Dameon scanned the area and saw nothing in their path.

"Forward area clear, let's go." Dameon whispered.

He hustled across the deck and up the stairs to the door that led to the steerage. Langdon, Dean and David stacked up on the door and Dameon stood in front of the door to kick it open.

"Delta-One, we are at bingo fuel. We'll be back in ten," Bandit said, flying back in the direction of the USS Wailord.

"Copy, Bandit. Be ready for immediate dust-off." Langdon replied.

Dameon kicked the door open and hugged the wall and waited for Langdon, Dean and David to enter and secure the area.

"We're clear, Dusty." Dean said.

Dameon entered the door and retook his position on point. David followed close behind him and stayed alert for any security. Langdon and Dean stood a few feet back to avoid clustering together. There was a hallway coming up and Dameon hurried over to observe it. He found nothing, but there was a staircase that led downstairs.

"Alright, Dusty, you and Blazer continue down this hall here. I'll take Squid down those stairs and we'll rendezvous down there," Langdon said, breaking off the wall and to the stairs.

"The game is still on, remember that." Dean smirked.

Once Dean and Langdon vanished from sight, Dameon and David continued their trek down the hall. The pair of them were on full alert once again and had to be extra careful. David spotted shadows moving around the corner and put a hand on Dameon's shoulder. He pointed to his eyes and then to the corner. Dameon nodded and they crept over to the corner to get a visual. Glancing around the corner, he spotted two guards having a smoke. Their backs were to them, so that gave them the advantage. He looked back to David and held up two fingers and then formed an x with his wrists. David nodded as he got the message and tucked his gun to his side.

"I got left, you get the right." Dameon whispered.

David got into position and began his advance alongside Dameon towards their targets. As they got within range, they made their move. Dameon and David sprung up wrapped their arms around the throats of the guards and began applying pressure. The guards flailed a bit as they tried to break free, only to succumb to the choke-out. David spotted a door to his right and went to inspect it. He opened the door slowly and revealed a small custodian closet.

"That couldn't have been more convenient." David muttered.

Dameon and David dragged the guards into the room of the closet and dropped them hard on the ground. They would be long gone by the time they woke up. They began to pick up the pace to linkup with Langdon and Dean. Dameon and David stumbled across a staircase at the end of the hall and quickly descended it. Neither of them spotted a guard as they reached the corridor and continued their jog.

David began to pull ahead to round the next corner and came face to face with a guard. Both of them stopped and looked at each other. The guard was caught by surprise which proved to be fatal. David was the first to regain composure and made his move. He grabbed the guard's wrist to hold it in place, brought his right arm up quick under the armpit and heaved upward. There was a crack as David delivered a bone crunching hit. He brought the guard down and slammed his knee into his head knocking him out cold. Pulling out his pistol, he squeezed off one shot.

"Kill of the day?" David asked.

"For now," Dameon nodded. "Really cutting it close there, Blazer."

"Hey, it's me we're talking about here. I'm too badass to die."

Dameon shook his head at his friend's response. He loved David's confidence but felt that it sometimes got the better of him. Putting that aside, they continued down the hall and to the door that led into the cargo hold. As they stacked up on the door, Dameon looked through the small window to see what they were facing. There was a catwalk that crossed the room and connected to their door and there was a staircase attached to it. Nodding to himself, Dameon began to contact Langdon.

"King, this is Dusty. We're standing outside the cargo hold and preparing to breach. How copy?" Dameon asked.

"Copy that, Dusty. We're on opposite side of the room. There's a door on the ground level that we'll be breaching through. We'll go first and draw fire, and then I want you two to breach and pick off everyone you see." King replied.

"Got it, just give me the countdown."

"Three, two, one…go!"

Dameon heard a door bang open, followed by some gunfire. He kicked the door open and raised his gun to open fire on anything he saw. There was one man on the catwalk and Dameon quickly fired a couple rounds to take him down. David aimed towards the ground and spotted three men with guns pointed near the hiding spot of Langdon and Dean. David and Dameon fired a few more rounds and took down two of them. When the man turned around, Langdon stood up and fired one shot, dropping the man.

"Clear!" David called.

"Good, because I found the package." Langdon answered.

David and Dameon hurried down the stairs to Langdon and Dean. The four of them stood around a giant blue shipping crate. Dean opened the door and revealed a large green crate. He walked inside and lifted up the top of the crate to search for the vaccine. Sure enough, there multiple sleeves filled with sealed vials.

"Got the mother of all loads here, King." Dean said.

"Copy that," Langdon nodded. "Get ready to start hauling it to the deck."

"Got it… wait, what the hell is this?"

Dean's sudden change in demeanor caught everyone's attention. He squatted down beside the crate and turned on his flashlight. The bright light exposed a group of wires leading out of the back of the shipping crate. Getting on his stomach, Dean saw a small blinking red light and cursed to himself.

"King, we got a bomb here." Dean informed.

"Well cut the damn wire, Squid." Langdon replied.

"I can't just yet, I need to know what we're dealing with."

"Alright, Dusty, you're up. Follow that wire and see where it goes."

Dameon nodded and started following the wire to the back of the shipping crate. He pushed the door open and found it leading through a ventilation shaft. Dameon cursed his luck and squatted down to pull off the grate. It came off with a loud clang and was silenced as Dameon rested it against the wall. He got down on his stomach and started to crawl through the narrow space as he tried to continue his search for the source of the wire.

"God, sometimes this job really sucks." Dameon thought.

He pushed off the grid at the end of the passage and slowly lowered it to the floor. Pulling himself out of the vent, he gave a stretch and cracked his back. His eyes fell on the wires as it led through another group of stacked crates. He reached the center of the room and found the wires plugged into a small device. Strolling up to the table, Dameon began to observe it. The device had a blue wire, black wire and red wire plugged in.

"Hey, Squid, I'm looking at the device right now. I'm seeing a blue wire, black wire and red wire." Dameon said.

"Where are the wires located on the source?" Dean asked.

"The blue wire is plugged into the top of the left side and the black and red wires are plugged into the bottom right."

"Okay, Dusty, listen very closely. I need you to pull the black wire out first and then pull the blue. That's a trick bomb we're dealing with. If you pull the wrong wire first, it'll explode in both spots."

"Oh, that's just extraordinary."

Dameon pulled out the black wire slowly and then pulled out the blue. The device stopped beeping and Dameon waited for Dean's response.

"Nice job, Dusty. I can cut the wire now." Dean said.

"Good, I'm on my way back over." Dameon replied.

Dameon turned to leave but his eye caught something else. His eyes fell on a group of caged Pokémon in the center of the room. He walked over to the cages and he saw four Pokémon inside. These must be the Pokémon that were supplying the DNA that was being shipped. The Pokémon in the cages were a Feraligatr, Infernape, Alakazam and a Garchomp. A Pokeball sat in front of each cage, no doubt to prevent them from going on a rampage should they break free.

"Hey, King, you need to see this." Dameon said.

"Our window is closing fast, Dusty. What did you find?" Langdon replied.

"I think I just found the Pokémon that supplied the DNA we secured. You may want to contact Command and see what they want us to do."

"Hang on, we're coming to you."

Five minutes later, the whole squad was standing in front of the cages. Langdon had his arms crossed in contemplation as they looked at the slumbering Pokémon. Dean had taken an interest in the Feraligatr as he inspected it.

"Heh, you know when I was a kid I always wanted one of these things." Dean smirked.

"Alright, pick up those Pokeballs and return the Pokémon to them. We're taking them with us." Langdon instructed.

"Dibs on the Garchomp," Dameon said, picking up the yellow and black topped ball.

Langdon took the Alakazam, Dean took the Feraligatr, David took the Infernape and Dameon took the Garchomp. However, just as they did that, bullets began to ricochet off the crates and wall. The team dove behind cover and tried to get a shot on the men firing at them. Langdon sprung up and began returning fire. Dean and David took the chance to move and get into a flanking position. Dameon moved to Langdon's side and began firing at the four men shooting at them.

"Loading!" Langdon yelled.

Dameon kept firing on their attackers to suppress them long enough for David and Dean to kill them. He got his wish as bullets began to mow them down from the right. Dean and David came into sight and began checking the enemies to confirm they were dead. Dean fired two more rounds and gave a thumbs up to Langdon and Dameon. Dean and David began to hustle over, but more shots came. This time, the shots came from the left of Dameon and Langdon. One shot managed to puncture Dameon's kevlar and he fell to the ground in pain.

"Dusty's down!" Langdon yelled.

Langdon fired at the assailant and killed him quickly. The group gathered around Dameon to check on his status. He was writhing on the ground in pain from the hit. Blood began to soak his vest and David began putting pressure on the wound.

"Come on, bro. Stay with us." David urged.

"It hurts like a son of a bitch!" Dameon spat.

"Command, this is Delta-One, we've got a man down and we've secured the precious cargo. What's the ETA on our ride out of here?" Langdon asked.

"Delta-One, your bird is en route to your position, ETA five minutes." Command replied.

"Well tell them to haul ass, Dusty's been critically wounded."

Langdon cancelled the call and motioned for David to support Dameon. David wrapped Dameon's arm around his shoulder and started to follow Langdon out to the main deck. They entered the room where the vaccine was and knew they would have to come back for it. Getting Dameon to the main deck for MEDEVAC was the priority right now. Angry cries began to fill the room and that just made things worse. More of the security started to show up and began firing at them.

"Damn-it!" Dean hissed.

"Blazer, start getting Dusty out of here, we'll cover you!" Langdon barked.

"Watch the barrels!" Dameon grunted.

There were barrels of fuel sitting under the catwalk near the group. Langdon kept yelling for the group to move away from the hazardous zone. As soon as the group was away from the barrels, they exploded from a stray shot. The force of the blast launched the team off of their feet and sent them to the ground. Dameon hit the ground with a hard thud and gave a muffled cry of pain. He also dropped the Pokeball that contained the Garchomp and it hit the ground a few feet away. It opened with a crack and revealed the mighty pseudo-legendary in all its glory. The Garchomp gave a loud cry as it took in the surroundings. Flames were starting to be doused from the water leaking into the hole from the explosion. The bullets whistling around it didn't help in calming it down either.

It turned towards the main source of the firing and opened its mouth. A large orange and red beam shot at the team, forcing them to run. The Hyper Beam struck the opposite end of the ship and blew a hole straight through it, killing at few of the men. Now the team knew they had to get off the ship quickly. The Garchomp turned to look at the team and its eyes fell on Dameon who had been firing at the retreating men. It jumped at him in a fit of rage and confusion, its claw glowing white.

"Dusty, look out!" Dean yelled.

Dameon tried to move but he was in too much pain. He held up his rifle to shield himself from the attack. Garchomp's claw slashed right through the gun as though it was butter and slashed Dameon across the chest. David picked up the Pokeball and recalled the Garchomp to it. Dean and Langdon trudged through the water to pick up Dameon who was barely conscious.

"Blazer, you and I will provide cover. Squid, you're the strongest so you're carrying Dusty!" Langdon said.

Dean slung his rifle to his side and began to carry Dameon over his shoulder. Langdon, David and Dean bounded up the stairs to escape the sinking ship. They were still being shot at and that forced them to move faster. Langdon and David started firing to give Dean cover. The bullets whizzed by Dean as he managed to get through the door and started to run through the corridors. David and Langdon caught up with him and took defensive positions. David fired ahead to stop more security from shooting at them. More bullets shot by them and this time, they managed to hit. David felt a sharp pain in his leg and stumbled from another shot to his chest, thankfully his vest absorbed the hit. Langdon got hit in the shoulder and again through the side of his vest.

"I'm hit." David grunted.

"Same here, we're almost there, let's go!" Langdon barked.

Left, right, right again as the team made for the exit. The four of them neared the main deck to reach their extraction point. The ship had begun to sink from the head, making it more difficult to balance in the halls. Finally after running from the bottom of the ship, they made it to the main deck. Their ears were met with the welcoming sound of helicopter blades and more gunfire. Dean hurried to the closest cover he could to protect Dameon and himself. He felt a stinging pain in his leg and shoulder and fell to the ground in shock. They needed to get out of here now. Dean looked at Dameon and saw his eyes were losing focus.

"Dusty, come on man, don't quit on me!" Dean begged, smacking his face a little.

"Bandit, light them up!" Langdon ordered.

"Alright, here we go." Bandit replied.

The Chinook's side door opened to reveal the gunner as he opened fire on the upper deck where the security was. Once the barrage of bullets ended, the Chinook lowered its back ramp and started to hover off the side of the freighter.

"Let's go, let's go!" Langdon yelled.

Dean picked up Dameon again and used the last of his strength to get on board the helicopter. David jumped on next and limped to the nearest seat to take a breath. Langdon jumped on the ramp and spat out a glob of blood as he fell to the ground.

"We're all on, go, go!" Dean yelled.

"Roger that, Overlord, this is Bandit. We've got the team and we're returning home." Bandit informed.

The Chinook landed on the carrier to be met by medics and stretchers. Langdon and Dameon were taken first and transported to the infirmary. Dean and David followed close behind, being urged by the medics to stop and be carried to the infirmary. The two of them limped after their two comrades and also to give them their latest status.

"Both of them got hit through their kevlar. Although Black's in worse shape right now. He was hit by a Dragon Claw attack." David winced.

"It's a miracle he's still alive, but to be honest, he doesn't look like he'll make it." The medic replied.

"Black's a tough fucker, he'll make it." Dean assured.

They entered the medical center and sat down to await treatment. Dameon and Langdon were quickly hooked up to monitors and the medics began to remove the bullets from them. Dean and David never took their eyes off their friends as they were being taken care of. Dameon's monitor began to give off a few beeps as his vitals started to drop. Every medic started to do everything they could to keep him from dying.

Dameon's POV

I was out of it. I had no idea where I was and I really didn't care either. The only thought that was going through my head was that I was going to die. Never again would I see my friends, my home, and especially Chelsea. Oh Christ… Chelsea. My body shook as a couple coughs left my mouth. Never again would I hold her in my arms and I would never get the chance to start that family I've been wanting.

Knowing that I was upon death's door, I did the only thing I could. I began to give out silent prayers from the bottom of my heart and prayed to God that Chelsea would find happiness and another man to look after her as well as I did. As I waited for death to come and take me, I began to recite all my prayers. The Hail Mary and Our Father entered my head and then I took it upon myself to say the one my father taught me when I was kid and I would say it every night before I went to sleep. Seemed like a fitting send off in my mind.

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I shall die before I wake…" I thought as everything went black. "I pray the Lord my soul to take."

Now I've lost most of my senses. I couldn't smell, I couldn't taste, I couldn't see, I couldn't touch, but I could still hear. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear David and Dean over the medics.

"Get the defibrillator, we're losing him!" David barked.

"We're losing him! Charging in three, two, one!" said a medic.

Alright guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter and that it wasn't too hectic for you to read. Personally I thought I did a good job, but I'll have to wait and say what the critics (that's you) say. Now I've received a few OCs so far, which you'll see at the bottom of this note here and I still need more, so send them in. One more thing, those of you that have made a submission, please take a look at the form on my profile again since the majority of you didn't quite grasp the skill bit. When I said skill, it has to relate to your characters type. So for example, Dameon, Dragon type. In the games of Red, Blue and Yellow, Lance said that Dragons are powerful and almost invincible. Now I have Dameon's skills as capable of taking hits and super strength. So try and relate it to that.

Types that have been applied for that aren't my characters. I haven't made any decisions yet on who's in or not.

Grass-

Fire-1

Water-

Electric-2

Flying-

Dark-2

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Bug-

Fighting-1

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Ground-1

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