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Chapter Four: Battle of Nuvema Town: Part 1
Ralph yawned as he sat down in front of the wooden meeting table, in a secret room of the Chapel. The others sat beside him, blinking through sleepy eyes. Jason was snoring with his fluffy blue muzzle pressed against the table, muttering, "Waffles..."
Ralph looked around at the drowsy Revolutionists. Charlez was still hospitalized, so she wasn't there. He felt sad that his adviser wasn't there to help him, but there was nothing he could do about that.
The door opened as Lumiére floated in, startling some of the lethargic Pokemon. Laurel and Medea followed him, both carrying huge platters of breakfast bagels, berries, waffles, and hash.
"We can eat while we discuss. Is everybody here?"
"Waffles," Jason mumbled, blinking awake at the overwhelming scent.
Marcus was curled up on his chair, his leafy tail twitching ever so slightly, wrapped around an Eevee plush. Mark's head hung as he slowly drifted off, his beak cocked open.
"Amethyst and the new recruits haven't arrived yet," Victor reported, his cheeks flushing with a small, reptilian yawn. "They're probably still asleep… who'd call a meeting… this… early..." The poor Snivy's head dunked down against the table.
"Alright!" The door flew open again as Amethyst, Charnette, Xeno, Rachiel, Trent, and Morfiant stormed in.
"Aye! Let's get some battle plans out from the waters, eh?" Amethyst cheered, her rough accent loud and clear. Casting a fiery glare around the room, she noticed the half-asleep Pokemon crowded around the table.
"Good Lord Yveltal above! Can't girl get any attention round these parts," Amethyst yipped, tugging on her scarf in annoyance, "WAKE UP, YE OL' USELESS BONES!"
Immediately, every single Pokemon jolted awake, as if they'd been electrocuted. Jason hit the ceiling with a "MY WAFFLE," toppling into the pile of waffles on the table. "Aghh… yeah, I'm awake."
"Harmony… is that you…?" Marcus mumbled as he reluctantly looked up, lying his head on the table. Mark shook his head several times, squawking once or twice, and lost a few feathers.
"Ughh..." Marcus grumbled, his almond eyes glazed over with sleepy annoyance.
"Besides..." Mark lowered his voice to a whisper, hoping to get a good reaction. "The chick's here."
Marcus leaped up, his hind legs on his chair and his forepaws on the table. He had the look of a wedgied Pokemon on his face.
"Oh." He blushed and looked away as Charnette stared, smirking at him.
As soon as all of the Pokemon were awake and happily eating the steaming breakfast before them, Ralph made his announcement.
"We're going to need a plan to get the citizens cooperate with Marcus's plan," he barked.
"I'm not sure anyone's going to listen to us, except for the Pokemon in our old protesting group," Jason put in, his mouth full, "And only twenty or so protesters can make it here. The Shadow Force Police are making it hard to travel here."
"Thanks, Mr. Positive." Marcus grumbled, already quite flustered from Charnette's heated expression.
"What about the Pokemon in the Chapel?" Mark suggested, ruffling his feathers.
"My assistants have a strict no-violence code." Lumiere shook his head. "They came here to worship and respect our Great Lord Arceus, not to fight. We're healers and preachers, not fighters."
Behind his back, Laurel and Medea nodded solemnly, keeping their eyes to the floor.
"So that puts us at a dead end." Ralph sighed, picking at his breakfast in silence.
"Or," Marcus yawned, hugging his plush, "We could just ask Mayor Mack for help."
The others stared at him, some dropping the food they were holding. Mayor Mack was the mayor of Nuvema Town, one of the most well-respected Pokemon in the world.
"And you're expecting a face-card Pokemon like him to help Pokemon like us?" Victor seemed very distrusting of the idea.
"Sure, why not? He's gotta be annoyed by the SFP... or SPF... however you guys say it," Marcus pointed out.
"It's worth a try," Lumiere agreed, "I'm not sure the citizens will listen otherwise."
Ralph nodded, grimly.
"Then that's the plan. Victor, Jason, Amethyst, Charnette, and Lumiere can come with me. The rest of you stay behind and guard the Chapel from attacks." The Pokemon nodded grimly.
"Then let's go." He stood up, his tail stiff, shaking.
"Wait! Lemme finish my waffles first..." Jason bit into another waffle. "Seriously, bro. You know what they say. 'A waffle a day keeps the SFP away'. I still got a plate to finish off." He gestured at a huge pile of waffles.
Ralph groaned.
An hour later, at the Town Hall...
"We want an appointment with Mayor Mack."
Lumiere flickered in front of the receptionist, a Pidgey. The Town Hall was a huge place, carved from gleaming bone-white ivory. The receptionist's oakwood desk was well-polished and gleamed in the office light.
The Pidgey narrowed her eyes at them. "Who are you? If you want an appointment with the mayor, you need to make an appointment at least two weeks in advance –"
"It's okay, Heather." The Pidgey clucked with surprise as a Pokemon stepped out from behind her. "I have nothing to do now, anyways."
The newcomer was blue, with orange star-shaped gills on his face, a large fin on his head and a light blue tail fin.
Victor stared in awe at the Pokemon he'd only ever seen on TV. "M-Mayor Mack!"
The Mudkip smiled, weakly, at him. "Well? Come in." He turned and trudged into the hall.
The Revolutionists followed, with Lumiere and Ralph in the lead. They gawked at the beautiful paintings and carpentry in the hall, and the well-decorated exhibits hanging from the walls.
"These are beautiful." Lumiere noted as he examined the paintings, amazed, "This painting of Team Unovia has all of the angles, lighting, and lines correct. Do you know how hard it is to do that?"
"I can imagine." Jason said, chewing on a waffle, "I can't paint."
Mayor Mack led them into his office, a room of light blue. He nodded at the couch. "Sit down. I'll go get tea." Disappearing into another room, most likely the kitchen, the mayor returned with a lovely silver tea-tray, holding a teapot and several teacups.
The Revolutionists made themselves comfortable on the couches. Many of them watched nervously as the Mudkip calmly drank his tea with the dignity of a gentlemon.
"Well?" he said at last. "Why did you ask for an appointment with me?"
"Mayor Mack, I... uh... we... um..." Ralph words choked him, "We want, I mean, we need you to help us."
"Help you with what?"
Ralph glanced nervously at Lumiere. If they talked to Mayor Mack about starting a revolution, there was a good chance they'd be sent to jail. Lumiere nodded slightly.
The Lucario rubbed his snout with anxiety, "We're... starting a revolution." He winced, but Mayor Mack simply nodded and said,"Interesting. Go on."
Ralph summoned the last of his courage, mustering enough to hide the squeaky sound his mouth wanted to make.
"We're going to drive the Shadow Force out of Nuvema Town," He declared, "But we can't do it alone. We need the citizens' help. And we need you, your help to inspire the citizens to stand and fight for their fights."
"Aye, The Shadow Force has gone too far," Amethyst put in, slamming her fist against her leg with a growl, "The new bill states that Ghost and Dark types are now at the wee point o' the Pokemon social pyramid! That means the rest of us are courtesan―err―slaves to them now!" Her fur was on end, but she seemed slightly embarrassed of her reference to redlight-related things.
"All Pokemon are born equal," Lumiere said, "Lord Arceus stated that once. We are all equal, no matter what type, strong, or weak, we are equal. Pokemon should not be segregated into a hierarchy that only benefits the top. Nos omnes sint aequales!"
The Revolutionists watched nervously as the Mayor digested that in silence. Charnette yearned to use a simple mind control curse to end the awkward silence, but she felt Rachiel's glare on the back of her neck.
"You mean you want me to backstab the Shadow Force, the group I should be loyal to as mayor?" The mayor grew inquisitive. "Do you realize what I have to lose?"
"Umm..." Ralph glanced at Lumiere.
"Yeah!" Jason answered for him. "Look, you are an awesome mayor, the best mayor, even before those Shadow Force scums came around! Even if the SFP replace you with another scumbag for mayor, the citizens will definitely still support you!"
"I wouldn't know about that," Mayor Mack muttered. Then he looked up, his beady black eyes glimmering with determination. "But I won't let them hurt my subjects anymore." He stood up to his full height of 1'4".
"They can take away my title, my reputation, but they cannot take away my home! I will fight for my citizens' rights, no matter what," he pronounced.
"Preach it." Xeno squeaked, her tail wagging.
"Yay!" Jason threw his waffles into the air. "Waffles for everyone!"
"So what's the plan?" Mayor Mack asked Ralph.
Ralph had some difficulty closing his jaws. One of the greatest Pokemon had joined the Revolution. This was... revolutionary.
"W-we're planning to switch the citizens with fighters. Lumiere has a underground cavern where all of the citizens can stay. And when all the fighters are finally switched with citizens, we'll ambush the SFP in Nuvema and drive them out of our home once and for all!"
Mayor Mack nodded. "That's a good idea." He nodded, tilting his little head. "But I have something I want to add."
"What?" Ralph inquired.
Mayor Mack leaned forward and whispered his plan into the Lucario's ear.
Far away, in the Northern Kingdom...
Her Highness, Matilda, paced the throne room anxiously.
"... never been late..." she muttered under her breath. "What's taking him so long? It usually only takes him hours… at most, a day..."
"Are you talking about Xiawa," Darkrai asked. He was sitting on an embroidered chair in a corner of the throne room, studying a war map. "He must've found more information about the Revolution. You shouldn't worry, ma'am." He spoke rather matter-of-factly.
"Yes... yes." Matilda took several deep breaths. "You're right. You're right. I'm just a little bit... worried."
Darkrai rolled up a map. "Well then. Shall we talk about something else?"
Matilda waved her bejeweled fan. "Yes..."
She strode back to her throne. "I just wonder..." Turning to face the Nightmare Pokemon, whom looked puny and insignificant compared to her, she inquired of him just how strong his leading Pokemon were.
"I have five major generals that are stronger than the other generals in Unova." Darkrai replied. "General Doomsday, Ranark, Starry, Otri, and Blobby."
Matilda scowled, "They don't sound at all within my league, especially this 'Blobby' you speak of."
Darkrai glanced at her, remaining stoic. "General Ranark is a skilled Greninja fighter. No Pokemon alive, that is on record, is stronger than him. General Blobby is a rutheless Swalot and will kill any Pokemon, even his own soldiers, to win. General Otri the Krookadile will uses any, and every type of tactic to win. General Starry the shiny Staraptor is one of the most skilled pilots in our world. And last, General Doomsday..." He hesitated, his claws clicking at the map in front of him.
"What about this general named Doomsday?" Matilda asked, squinting at him.
Darkrai stalled a moment longer, slowly choosing his words. "General Doomsday is... different," He admitted, "That Pokemon has wisdom far beyond my own. But still... I always feel unease around that certain general. I mean... that general isn't even suppose to fight, according to that Pokemon's career..."
"Why?" Matilda's eyes widened and her brows furrowed, intrigued, "Whatever do you mean?"
"General Doomsday..." Darkrai looked her right in the eye, "is an Oracle."
In a secret place...
"Is every Pokemon here?" Mayor Mack asked as he sat down at the round table. He had called an emergency meeting with Ralph, Amethyst, Lumiere, several citizens, and the current Shadow Force generals in Nuvema town, part of his plan to drive out the Shadow Force.
"Well?" One of the Shadow Force generals smirked. He was a Bisharp, but nobody bothered to know his name. "Why have you called this meeting? Too scared to handle a little trouble with some Ratattas? We're busy generals, you know."
"Busy?" Lumiere muttered under his breath. "Sure―busy eating, drinking, and lazing around."
One of the other generals, a Scrafty, stood up and growled. "Are you challenging―"
"Let's all stay professional here." Mack said, clearing his throat. "I have a very important announcement to make." He tapped the table.
"Well, then spit it out, my man!" The third general, the Dusknoir general, huffed.
Mack stood up onto the table so that he rose above the others. "I will now officially break all ties with the Shadow Force. Your rule is hurting the citizens―my people. I will no longer negotiate with you, or send supplies to your armies in the other regions. I will no longer welcome your presence in Nuvema Town. You are welcomed to leave―safely." His small, beady eyes gleamed.
"You must be jesting?" General Bisharp asked, an arm perched on the table as if it was a joke to be laughed at.
Mayor Mack raised his head. He might've been a small pokemon, but he wasn't afraid of the Bisharp. He tossed his head in scorn. "Not at all, my boy."
"Are you kidding me?" The Scrafty chopped the table in half, throwing Mayor Mack to the ground. "You know we can take away your mayorship for this! How dare you―"
"I'm in!" One of the citizens, a Magmar, cheered. Then he chucked his shoe at the Scrafty. The Scrafty screeched and crashed into the ruins of the table. The Mayor darted out from the table and launched himself at the Dusknoir. "Take down the dictators!" he squeaked.
Immediately, it was chaos. The citizens present were throwing everything at the generals. General Dusknoir went down under a bookshelf Mayor Mack hurled at him. Ralph grabbed the Bisharp and started bashing his face into the ground with broken table leg. Charnette's eyes went black as she controlled Scrafty. She made him walk right into Rachiel's flaming jaws and he shrieked with pain.
Amethyst barked at Dusknoir, gnawing on his bone-like head before blowing him away with a kiss and some flame. The ghost-type Pokemon went down again as a Oshawott knocked him out with a rock, his scallop, a bowl of pudding, and a refrigerator. Ralph kicked General Scrafty into General Bisharp. The two generals swore angrily. Amethyst then softly slipped her hind paws in between them, tripping them both. A Pikachu used Volt Tackle and slammed General Dusknoir into the heap of 'sunscreen'.
With a cheer that echoed around in the sound-tight room, the citizens tied up the three dazed generals with cords and stuffed them in the broom closet.
"Yeah!" Amethyst woofed, kicking the door shut. Charnette locked the door with a flick of a paw.
"That should take care of them! Oh, and by the way," Amethyst added, turning to Ralph. "Charnette was soul-seeking the folks back during the meetin'. All want to rebel, but they be getting the willies withou' a leader."
"Good." The Mayor walked up to Ralph. "I sent the some citizens to inform the others of your plan. We can switch in the first batch of fighters today. Your protestors have already arrived, have they not?"
"Yes, they have," Ralph barked at the Mudkip. "Twenty-seven of them. But that's not enough..."
"Some of the citizens are willing to fight, I'll bet." Lumiere added.
"Exactly." Mayor Mack agreed. "That should be enough."
"Great!" Ralph grew excited, his fur rising. "Let's get this party started!"
A couple hours later...
"I'm soo excited!" A Zigzagoon squeaked as he bounced into the secret cavern, which had now transformed itself into a long hallway containing several rooms, in a fashion similar to a hotel. "This is awesome!"
"The three families swap for day one has been completed." Morfient reported. "We've swapped in ten Revolutionists with the families."
Ralph nodded. "Any other news?"
Charnette began to speak in her bored tone. "Ame and I are going to go get the signal flares we need from Castelia City. We may not be back for a few days."
"That's fine." Ralph replied. "Go ahead."
"Waffles," Jason said to a group of Zigzagoons as he held up a plate of waffles, "are Arceus's gifts to Pokemon. Tremble before the imperial pastry!"
Ralph rubbed the bridge of his muzzle, sighing.
Far away, in a secret hideout...
A shadow slipped down from the ceiling and landed in front of a pure black platform. This was the General, Ranark, the Ninja of Speed.
"Well?" he asked. Any misfortunate onlooker would mistaken him as talking to the walls, for behind the platform, a robed figure appeared.
"Ranark. We need to talk." General Doomsday whispered, as the dark general stepped onto the platform. "I heard that you blew up a hospital in Nuvema Town while delivering my note to the Revolutionists."
"Yes, I did!" Ranark puffed out his chest, his tongue-scarf flopping to the side. "And such a pathetic stress they were i―"
"Silence, you fool!" General Doomsday hissed, eyes glowing. "Do you not realize what you have done? All the innocent Pokemon that were killed?"
Ranark merely snickered. "Pokemon that are not loyal to Our Lord Darkrai should be put down! They're only weak citizens! Why should we care so much?"
"We should care," Doomsday growled, "Because they have no part in this battle! They didn't attack you, nor did they protest against you!"
"Oh, please. How do we not know that some of the Revolutionists aren't in there? Better to blow the whole thing up!" Ranark argued, furiously tossing his tongue over his shoulder. His eyes became slits of suspicion. "Or," he said mockingly, scorn in his voice, "Are you still sweet for your old hometown?"
"Fool." Doomsday remained stoic and unexpressed. The Pokemon's icy eyes gleamed in the darkness of the room. "Have you forgotten humanity? We do not hurt the innocents, and you have no right to challenge my authority!" The general lashed out at the Greninja, who dodged easily.
Ranark snorted. "Did you really―" Suddenly, he was slammed to the ground before he could return the favor.
"Yes." Doomsday snarled, "We are much, much stronger than you! We can read the future, your future, what moves you will use, what you will do. You cannot defeat us!" The general raised a claw, eyes wide with unknown fury. Ranark, pinned down by Doomsday's weight, braced himself for the attack.
It never came. Doomsday let him go with a hiss. "If you ever challenge us again," The dark mistress growled, "I promise that your death will be much, much more painful than just my claws." Then the general was gone, fading into the darkness.
A week later...
"Ralph!" Jason yipped as he hurtled towards his brother. "Reeeeport!"
Ralph turned around from a chat with one of the citizens. "Yes," he replied.
Jason bounded over to him. "We've switched in all of the citizens with protesters! At least with the citizens that don't wanna fight. The other citizens wanna fight! Now it's just the Revolutionist originals left in the hideout."
"The Revolutionist originals?" Ralph squinted, confused.
"Yeah! That's Marcus, Mark, Amethyst, Charnette, Xeno, Rachiel, Trent, Morfiant, Lumiere, me, and you. The ones who started the whole thing. THE ORIGINALS!"
"Waffles!" A Zigzagoon yelped as he bounced past Ralph.
"Ralph." Lumiere floated over. "I did a census check."
"And?"
"Scarlet's not here." Lumiere replied. "She's probably still at Oracle Hall. Nobody went to switch with her."
"Then we'll just bring her in." Ralph decided, and called out. "Amethyst! Charnette! Jason! Victor! Come with me! We're going to escort Scarlet."
"Sure!" Victor bounded over with the two girls. "Come on, let's go."
They entered one of Lumiere's secret tunnels and traveled to one of the underground chambers of the Oracle Hall. The room was dimly lit with candles and smelled faintly of lotus incense. Jason stayed in the tunnel to keep the tunnel from disappearing. The other Revolutionists climbed the steps that led to a trapdoor behind Scarlet's throne.
"Scarlet!" Ralph called. "We're here to take you to the..." He frowned as he saw an empty throne. "Where did she go?" He was puzzled. He had never seen her throne empty before, except after she recited a prophecy.
"I'll go check the other underground chambers." Victor offered, and bounded away.
"Maybe she went out to shop for stuff." Amethyst suggested, not knowing this particular oracle that well.
Ralph shook his head. "Supplies get delivered to her place daily. She's never left the Oracle Hall as far as I know."
"Maybe she went on a journey?" Amethyst asked. "Oracles occasionally go off to visit sacred places, right? That's what Reverie had to do, but then she died so..." Amethyst shut her muzzle, her flame orange eyes scanning.
"Ugh… no." Charnette grumbled, rolling her emerald eyes. "I mean, yes, but that's not what happened here."
"What do ye..." Amethyst blinked.
"Isn't it obviou―" Charnette's voice was covered by Victor shouting.
"Ralph!" Victor pushed open the trapdoor. "She's not in any of the chambers."
"What?" Ralph yelped. "Then where did she go?"
Charnette stepped forward. "There's nothing we can do here. Scarlet is gone. Let's go back."
As Amethyst and Charnette followed the Revolutionists, the two fell back from the group.
"What are ye sayin' happened?" Amethyst pulled the stick from her tail, igniting a warm spark of fire and observing the walls.
"Something," Charnette smirked for a moment, revealing gleaming white fangs, "Dark."
Several hours later...
"Ralph, are you coming?" Marcus yelled.
"Coming for what?" Ralph asked warily.
"Raiding the Shadow Force Outpost, that's what! You said we're gonna raid it after all the citizens get in, right?" Marcus replied. "Victor and Jason are coming too!"
"But we're planning to attack in an hour." Lumiére argued.
"Calm down," Marcus waved his paw. "It won't take too long. We'll just have Morfient deliver a food supply box that we can hide in. I've watched the Shadow Force officers there. They normally just toss the boxes into the supply room."
"Okay, then." Lumiére sighed. "Just be...careful." he turned to Ralph. "Are you going?"
"Yes." Ralph replied. "But if I don't get back in an hour, start the revolution anyways."
"Don't talk like that..." Jason muttered.
"No worries, no one's going to die." Marcus came over. "Well? Let's go!"
Several minutes later, thanks to Morfient, they arrived at a place outside of town. It was a dark fortress, with snipers and archers guarding the walls. Ralph curled up inside the box he was hiding along with the other revolutionists. Morfient was driving his supply truck with boxes filled with berries, gummies, and four revolutionists. He delivered them to an officers, who, like Marcus had said, grabbed the boxes and dumped them in the supply room.
"Jason, get offa me!" Marcus grumbled.
"Whose elbow's in my side?" Victor yelled.
Jason popped out of the box after the officer closed the door. "Hey! There's Silver Gummi in here!" He said, munching on one.
"Let's do this!" Marcus led them down a hall quickly. "I've studied a map. Follow me~" The Leafeon pranced down the hall.
"We're gonna get caught." Victor grumbled.
"Sounds fun." Ralph noted as he ran after the excited Leafeon.
Marcus got them right to the garage where the vehicles were. Surprisingly, it was unguarded. The Revolutionists "borrowed" a couple of Convoys and armor vehicles. They hooked most of the vehicles to a couple of bigger armored vehicle.
Ralph sat down in the seat of the lead vehicle. "How do we open the garage door?" he yelled.
"Um..." Marcus was randomly punching buttons on a remote control. "Let me find the button...is it the red one?" he pressed the red button, and alarms began blaring throughout the outpost. "Okay, guess it's not that one..." He pressed a blue button. The garage door began to open.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU―!" A Sableye yelped as Jason plowed him over with his war chariot. "AGHHH!"
"Well?" Jason screamed. "ATTACK!" he yelled as he started chucking waffles and boxes of gummies at the SFP officers that were swarming the doorway leading into the garage.
"Follow the blue dude, I guess." Marcus turned and blasted a Duskull. "For the revolution!"
Ralph grinned as turned his vehicle and plunge into battle. "For the revolution!" He echoed.
Back at Nuvema Town...
Amethyst stared at the cloudy sky, her stick in hand. Trent was beside her, looking at the view from the roof of the Town Hall.
"Two minutes until we start the battle." She tried to keep her usual scotch flare, but a shaky whine came out instead. She looked down, even her forepaws were shaking. There was a Shadow Force guard―a Banette―directly below her.
"I hope Ralph gets back soon." She looked around, squinting into alleys and street ways. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the Lucario. She handed a flare arrow to Trent.
"Here. I'm gonna go scout."
After doing a complete circle around the top of the roof, Amethyst circled back to Trent, her face solemn.
"It's been two minutes. Time to fire, lad." She lit an arrow, handing to him.
Trent pulled on the bow. By sheer bad luck alone, the bow snapped in half and the flaregun, along with the bow and flaming arrow, dropped down on the Shadow Force guard.
Amethyst swore as the guard picked up the flare arrow, but another Banette raced over and started talking to him.
"Ye clumsy behemoth! That's our only flare arrow!" Amethyst whined.
"Whoopsies." Trent blinked.
Amethyst looked down, where the Shadow Force guards were beginning to look up. "I got myself an idea. Look down."
"Why?" Trent asked as he peeked over the edge.
Amethyst smirked and punted him off the roof.
"AHHHHH!" Trent yelled, waving his stubby arms.
"Mother of Arceu―" One of the Banettes squeaked as Trent closed in from above.
"THE TANK!" Trent roared as he smashed the two Banettes into the ground. Ame hopped down, landing gracefully, and handed Trent a bow. She pulled out a bow for herself as she lit the flare arrow.
Out of the corner of his eye, Trent spotted a Sableye guard rushing towards them. He grabbed an arrow and shot the Sableye point-blank in the side. The Sableye collasped.
Amethyst quickly shot the fiery arrow into the air, where it exploded into an array of sparks. Immediately, all of the "citizens" dropped their act and launched themselves at the Shadow Force patrols.
Ralph barreled into the town with an army of vehicles. As he'd expected, the battle had already started. He watched as Charnette sat quietly to the side, using a SFP to slam another into a wall. Lumiere blasted a Sableye sky-high. Victor plowed down several patrol cars with his war chariots. Ralph handed his armored van over to Morfient and leaped into battle. He Force Palmed a Duskull and Metal Clawed a Sableye. They both went sprawling into the dirt. Jason drove over a couple of police officers. Mark Fire Punched a Dusknoir and sent a Pawniard flying.
All around, the Revolutionists, citizens, and protesters alike were ruling the battle. Shadow Force officers went flying. Car exploded. Xeno poisoned a troup of officers. They collapsed just in time for Rachiel to toast them with her lovely flame breath.
Thanks to the element of surprise on their side, the Revolutionists defeated all of the Shadow Force officers. All of the proud high and mighty officers were tossed into the dungeons. Several more were stuffed in trash cans and then dumped into the dungeons.
After all the citizens and protesters were accounted for, the group headed to the Town Hall for a celebration.
"Hey! Ralph!" Lumiére yelled. Behind him was Charlez, who had apparently recovered, and a Gardevoir.
He stopped in front of Ralph. "Charlez is all better now, thanks to May."
He introduced the Gardevoir. She nodded at Ralph, smiling.
"Hey, bro!" Jason bounded over with several waffles. "Make a speech."
"Uh… no." Ralph backed away, but it was too late. The citizens had locked their eyes on him.
"Make a speech!" the citizens cheered.
"No..." Ralph looked around frantically. "Um..."
"MAKE A SPEECH!"
"Um..."
"MAKE A SPEECH!"
"Okay… fine..." Ralph sighed. "Um… so I want to thank Mayor Mack, Lumiére…"
As Ralph, talked, Mark went over to Marcus, who was wandering around with a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked the Leafeon.
Marcus stared into the darkness. "Something's watching us..." he said, his tail twitching nervously. "Something familiar…"
Far away...
Darkrai floated around in the throne room.
Suddenly, there was a panicked skitter of footsteps.
"Lord Darkrai!" A Sableye panted. "Nuvema Outpost and Nuvema Town are under the Revolutionists' control!
"What?" Darkrai roared. His eyes darkened. This had never, ever happened to him! (Although that was most likely due to him being the ultimate leader for only a couple of weeks.) "Get me Blobby the Swalot and Mali the Zoroak!"
"Yes, sir." The Sableye backed away slowly. "I will do as com―"
"MOVE!"
Within moments, the Swalot and the car-driving maniac from earlier were bowing before the nightmare Pokemon.
"Take your armies and fellow friends." Darkrai snarled slowly. "And head for Nuvema Town… and listen carefully..." the two Pokemon leaned forward. "Make sure you destroy every last one of them..." A wave of insanity seemed to have corrupted the dark Pokemon. "From young, to old, innocent, to guilty. Leave no Pokemon alive. Do you understand?" He asked with a strange, quite off glint in his eye.
The two Pokemon nodded, evil grins creeping across their distorted face.
"But..." Darkrai said suddenly. "Bring me that Lucario named Ralph… Bring him to me… so that I may torture him with nightmares until his death!"
"Yes, Lord." Mali and Blobby agreed.
Darkrai turned towards the window as the two Pokemon backed away. "Just you wait, this Ralph," he hissed. "You cannot prevail!"
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