A/N: This chapter is odd. Then again, I think all of my chapters are a bit odd. Normal typing is human language, italics are pokemon language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any characters from Pokemon. I don't own the "Valzoa" from Aedis Eclipse, although I have used some of his traits for my own character. I do not own the chaos emeralds from Sonic the Hedgehog or any Sonic character. However, I have altered the purpose and powers of chaos emeralds to suit my fanfiction stories. I do own Siran, Valzoa (the pikachu), Draklar, Azul, Muragal, Tyrant, Overlord, Razor, Firestorm, Renault, Sarah, Megan, and the chaos badge.
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Blakedrail, Duresal, and Blemure
Tamer's Larvitar's POV. Blakedrail
Life is harsh in this town. Pokemon are treated as the human's tools, we have no wills of our own. They take pleasure in breaking us down and releasing our most basic instincts for battle. Ever since I was born it has been all I've ever known. I don't even know who my parents are.
Then she came, Sarah, like an angel. She's a human, but she has such kindness in her heart. When she first came here she tried preaching to the rest of the town to be friends with their Pokemon. They all laughed at her, and said that she needed to wake up and realize that Pokemon are only tools to be used.
She ran away crying, but then decided to set up a camp just outside of town. She's made it her personal goal to help us whenever she could. I only know all of this because my Tamer has a crush on her. I'm one of the lucky ones.
He kept trying to get her attention, and he did through me. Sarah always looked at me with her kind eyes and I saw sadness in them. In particular she stared at the whip marks across my back. I think she started to hang out with my Tamer so that she could also look after me.
Sometimes, my Tamer would camp out with her. They would talk about anything really, and sometimes she would even laugh happily. After they both went to sleep I would stay up talking with her Pokemon, a Mightyena.
She also showed much kindness towards me and after a while I began to call her 'mother.' One night she told me about how Pokemon were gathering together and would soon start something called the Pokemon Revolution. When that happened, the humans of Blakedrail would pay for their crimes and most likely die. A part of me was so happy that we would finally be free of the Tamers, but another part of me worried for Sarah.
The truth is, I think I developed a crush on her too, but I never dared show it in case my Tamer noticed.
It has been a week since both my Tamer and me have seen her. We walk up to her tent and notice that it's strangely empty. There is a pokeball on the table, the choice tool for Trainers not Tamers, and a note on the side. My Tamer mumbles the note out loud, and I can catch certain parts of it.
"…I have gone away temporarily but I shall come back… If you love me, you will take care of this Pokemon as if it were… I should see you soon and can't wait to see how you handle…" My Tamer looks up from the note and swears out loud.
"Damn it! I have to take care of a stupid Pokemon in order to show that I love that crazy girl? Sometimes Sarah drives me insane…" he sighs. Then he opens up the pokeball and out comes a cute little Poochyena with a pink bow behind her head. She barks happily up at my trainer. I don't think she really said anything, she just expressed her happiness.
My Tamer groans out loud and looks to the heavens. Meanwhile the poochyena starts wagging her tail and starts to climb his leg. "What? Hey get off of me you little pest! I might not be able to whip you, but I can still discipline you!"
The poochyena's smile fades, her tail stops wagging, and she puts on 'puppy dog eyes.'
My Tamer's response is to smack her upside the head. "Don't give me that look! Man, why did Sarah have to give me such an impossible task? You know what? I'll just stick you back in your pokeball until she comes back for you then." He raises the pokeball to return the poochyena but then discovers that it no longer works.
"Stupid piece of technology!" He throws the pokeball to the ground and storms out of the tent into the forest. If I stay here, he'll beat me later. If I follow him he may beat me soon. I hate it when this happens.
I figure I might as well go follow him to get it over with. The poochyena follows as well, although there are tears in her eyes.
We arrive at a small clearing in the middle of the forest. My Tamer turns around, spots us, and starts yelling. "Stupid Pokemon! Did I order you to follow me? I can understand the mutt, but you should know better!" He starts to ready his whip, and then lashes it towards me. Already I know this is going to hurt.
Just as I prepare to get hit, the poochyena covers me with her body and takes the blow. She cries out in pain, but still holds onto me. I don't understand why. My Tamer, furious at being thwarted, continues to whip her. She yelps in pain but keeps holding onto me. I try to get her off me so that I can protect her, but she doesn't let go.
The lashings stop abruptly and I look up to see the reason why. A garchomp with a bloody claw stands over the fallen body of my Tamer, which has a humongous slash ripped through his back. The garchomp then speaks.
"The people of Blakedrail shall pay DEARLY for this! You there, Larvitar, get yourself and your friend there to safety. Just keep heading west towards the mountains and a medic should be able to help you. All right troops, let's make the humans suffer!" He turns away and rushes towards Blakedrail. Seemingly an army of Scythers and Ninetails follow him towards town. Then I realize Sarah might be in danger.
I yell at them, "Wait, please! There's a human girl with a mightyena who lives in a tent near there. Please, she's a good human don't harm her." But they are too far away and don't hear me.
I look down and whisper, "No, Sarah. I'm sorry; you were always so nice to me. But now there's nothing I can do. I guess I'll just say goodbye from here then… Goodbye Sarah, I love you…" I start to cry, but then the poochyena comes over to me.
"Do you truly love m-, I mean, Sarah? Even though she's a human?" I turn to her and nod.
"Maybe it's just a crush I have on her. Then again, to know that I'll never see her again…" I pause. "I've always wished that someone would teach the people of Blakedrail a lesson, and now that it's happening I'm horrified. I hate Blakedrail, but I love Sarah. I would suffer anything they could possibly do if I could see Sarah's smile again."
Before I know what's happening, the poochyena hugs and kisses me on the mouth. I'm not sure how to respond to such an action, but then a new change occurs. The poochyena I'm kissing glows yellow and turns into Sarah! She breaks the kiss and then smiles that wonderful smile of her's at me.
"I love you, too. Don't worry I'm here. Come, let's go to the mountains." She puts me down and glows yellow once again. This time she becomes a Larvitar like me. Oddly, there's no sign of any whip marks or abuse on her. Out of the bushes, mother comes to greet us.
"Well now, don't you two look like a cute couple!" She grins at us then continues. "I must say, that Destroyer Razor sure was efficient with his strike team. The Tamers have been killed and the Pokemon have been set free, and it only took them five minutes! He must have trained his team very well. The Pokemon's side suffered no casualties, although there were a few injured."
Wait, how did she find out? "Mother, are you a part of the Revolution?"
She nods her head at me, "Indeed we are! We're part of Team Hurricane, allies of the Pokemon Revolution Army. Our job is to try to minimize casualties. By the way, I'd be so happy if you joined our group. You could help us protect all the innocent humans that are out there. Like my friend Sarah here."
Sarah, the Larvitar, smiles. "Thank you for your friendship." She turns towards me, "so what do you say Larvitar?"
I promptly agreed with her. I want to help them save all of the angels that are out there.
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Azul's POV. Duresal
One of the great things about being a master of ghost-type techniques is that I can be invisible whenever I want. Currently I'm observing a certain family. There is a father and son, whose opinions differ greatly from each other's. The son is a member of Team Hurricane, so he'll be safe during the battle today. He's desperately trying to get his father to understand that Pokemon shouldn't be hunted down. If he fails, his father will most likely die.
"But dad, you have to believe me! Pokemon are just like people, they have feelings and emotions! They have the ability to think in abstract thoughts! Just come with me down to the pens and I can show you!" His father stands still, debating with himself. Then he decides to humor his son.
I decide to move down to the pens to help the Pokemon with the 'abstract thoughts' part if they need it. Most Pokemon only figure that out through interactions with humans or psychic types. I hear voices from the top of the stairs.
"…Allow you to communicate with the Pokemon! Just wait, you'll see!" The boy comes running down the stairs and greets us. "Hey guys how's it going?" His father stands behind him with his arms crossed.
One of the Houndour greets him, "Hey brother! How're you doing?" The boy pats the houndour contently. His father has a look of shock on his face. A Manectric pads up to him.
"So I guess it's time for another hunt, boss? I wish you would understand that my heart isn't in this, but I'll follow you regardless anyways." The man's eyes widen.
"Wait, I can understand them? This is crazy! This defies everything we've ever learned about Pokemon in this town." He pauses for a moment. "Maybe you're right son. I should have listened to you. Unfortunately, nobody else in this town will believe us even if we showed them proof."
The boy rushes to hug his dad and sighs in relief. "That's okay dad, at least we're all safe now."
The father's eyebrows rise at that. "Wait, what do you mean by us being 'safe' now?"
Before the boy can answer, the father, son, and the houndour disappear in a pillar of light. I reappear and turn to the Manectric.
"Well, I guess its show time eh?" She nods at me.
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Azul's POV. Duresal under attack.
In order to insure that the rifles do not harm the Pokemon, it is my job to disable the humans. I close my eyes and feel the ghostly power come over me. When I open my eyes, I stare at myself in the mirror.
First off, I'm about six feet tall now. Actually, I'm five feet tall, but I'm levitating roughly a foot in the air. My body has disappeared and is cloaked in a rather spooky dark purple coat, which radiates an aura that causes fear. The skull that adorns my head has also turned purple and it appears to be made out of ghost fires. The normal color of my eyes is replaced by a burning red light. Although I appear to have no body or legs, I have two long skeletal arms that are a pale gray. In one hand I hold my weapon, the Nightmare Scythe.
In the past I found it way too annoying to keep transforming my bone into a scythe. So I put my bone away in a safe place and now stick to relying on my ghost abilities. However, if I have to, I can summon my own bone using the chaos badge. Or make a completely new one.
In a way, I'm pretty lucky. As a ground type I should have become a ground elemental master, but instead my talents were strong enough for me to be a ghost elemental master. Though, I am proficient with my traditional ground attacks.
As I float down the street, fire rains down from the sky striking the houses of the town. Poachers from inside rush outside with rifles to greet the attackers. Then they see me.
The most cowardly of them succumb to my mere presence. They drop their weapons and huddle in a fetal position. This unnerves the stronger ones, but they do not back down. The next step is for me to stare into their eyes; if they aren't strong enough they will see horrible visions of death in their minds. They will hold the heads and collapse, screaming all the while.
This leaves about two humans out of the group of eleven left. The two open fire their rifles as I dash towards them, my scythe spinning at high speeds. The bullets ricochet off my scythe and I slash the both of them. My Nightmare scythe isn't designed to kill though, it severely weakens the inner strength of the victim instead. They now easily succumb to the never-ending nightmares and visions I have given them.
If they manage to last 24 hours the nightmares will disappear, although they will most likely be scarred for life. However, I believe that Overlord's and Firestorm's forces specialize in massive collateral damage due to fires. The humans will most likely burn to a crisp while their minds are suffering from fear.
I take a moment to sigh, and then press onwards to disable more humans.
Father always told me stories of his best human friend Siran. If I understand it correctly, Siran has never actually killed anyone, at least from a certain perspective. He likes to disables opponents so that they are helpless to attack. If something happens to walk up and kill them, or if the wind happens to blow them off a cliff, or if a forest fire spreads to their bodies; who cares? The point is Siran never lands a killing blow. The killing blow is always caused by something else. He claims that if Fate wants the person to survive, then she'll save them somehow.
I've taken that ideology to heart. Although, my disabling techniques don't exactly help me recover chaos energies, as their emotions are all negative. That's why I have close bonds with my family, and my family's friends.
With the humans disabled, I move towards the holding area to set free the Pokemon imprisoned there. A good thing my fear aura is currently set to only affect humans. I slash the bars of the cages with my scythe and tell them to evacuate.
Upon exiting, I witness Firestorm's fire-type Pokemon burn the buildings. Overlord's flying-types are very effectively getting the escaping Pokemon to freedom. I float around, the fires licking at my cloak, yet not affecting it. I hear a scream and rush towards it.
A young human girl of about six is begging a charmeleon?
"Please, don't hurt me. I don't know why Pokemon are so angry that they destroyed this whole town, but please I don't want to die." The charmeleon's face of rage is slowly replaced with one of an evil smile. Shocked by the intense emotions emanating from him I float over to intervene.
"Ah, thank you very much charmeleon! I received a report that one of the innocents was left behind. I shall teleport her to safety now." Before the girl can cry out or the charmeleon can register what I said, I teleport the girl to the university. She disappears in a pillar of light.
I can feel the anger inside the charmeleon, so I turn to him knowing what he wants. "In return for your most generous help, I intend to reward you." I pause and he looks at me. His emotions are still mad, but also wondering what I have in mind. I quickly manipulate the shadows in a wrecked building nearby to create something he would truly desire.
"That girl was too young for you to have any fun with anyways. However, I did find an older girl who might be more suitable to your tastes. She's just inside the building. Why not have fun with her instead?" The charmeleon grins and rushes inside the door.
After he enters the house, I shake my head. I'm going to have to keep a close eye on him and my shadow creation in order to make it realistic.
I suppose I could go into details, but that might be disturbing to some people. Perhaps I'll put it into a separate memory file and then label it 'for mature audiences only.'
On the bright side, I discovered another way I should NOT treat my mate once I find her.
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Renault's POV. Reflections of Blemure
It turns out that the people from Team Hurricane threw a celebration for our arrival. Well, the official reason was that the city of Blemure was celebrating the peace between the humans and the Pokemon. When we had arrived they had a huge ceremony where all of their empty pokeballs were destroyed. Then they started a massive feast for humans and Pokemon alike. Personally I thought that was rather clever of them.
These chaos badges are really amazing. As I scanned the emotions of anyone near me I realized that these people didn't consider our group an invasion. They saw us as partygoers who showed up for a good time. Both the people affiliated with our allies and the ones that weren't. From this, I suspect that Team Hurricane pulled off a mob mentality stunt.
Another useful, yet slightly manipulative, function of the chaos badge is that their emotions could clearly radiate outwards from them. Meaning if one person was happy, all the people around that one person would feel happy as well. I had no idea our allies could be so devious as to influence other's emotions to prevent fighting.
It was like a grand party, and everyone was invited. It lasted long into the night.
When we awoke this morning I was mildly afraid that some of the humans would realize the true purpose of our visit. It turns out I had nothing to worry about, Team Hurricane fanatics used their creative words to say that finally humans and Pokemon could create that Utopian image that they've always dreamed of.
They also slammed all of the people who rejected that ideal, and called them a threat to their Utopia. THAT they said was the reason for the Pokemon Army, and that's why the city of Blemure would support them in any way they could. They believed in it very strongly, and those beliefs spread to all the population of Blemure. In a way, it was almost scary. From one perspective it almost seemed like a pro-Pokemon cult.
This almost seems too easy. Normally I would suspect for hidden motives and treachery but the emotions I read are completely honest. This is certainly boosting morale!
Part of me wonders how Tyrant is taking all of this. As a tyranitar, his personality is not generally the best for celebrations. However, since there haven't been any huge earthquakes yet, I suppose he's doing just fine.
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Tyrant's POV. Blemure
Give me an opponent to fight, and I'll decimate them. Give me enemies to destroy, and they'll be good as gone. I thought I would be prepared for anything that could come my way. Then we arrived at Blemure.
Give out a feast and I'll… eat?
I was shocked at the reception but Seeker Renault took it all in stride. While the Pokemon under my command had prepared for a diplomatic discussion, they didn't expect a celebration either. It felt a little odd but eventually we all found ourselves relaxing and enjoying the party.
I felt so good and happy, I conversed anyone who talked to me and we all had a good time.
"Hey there! Enjoying the party?" I turn my head and watch as a fiery redhead comes up and sits next to me. She's happy for the most part, but also a little nervous. Not the scared sort of nervous, but the hopeful kind.
"Yeah, it's great! I'm amazed at how far the city of Blemure went to welcome us." She giggles a little before responding.
"Well of course! Today we celebrate the friendship between Pokemon and Humans! And… Oh, heh, some are celebrating it in more ways than one apparently." I follow the path of her eyes and notice that one of my Nidokings is smooching with one of the girls. Oh no, what if she gets poisoned?
The redhead reassures me. "She's a smart girl, she's temporarily turned herself into a poison type even though she's still human. That way there won't be any accidents. It looks like they're enjoying themselves." I notice that her emotions are now tinged with jealousy. I begin to suspect what her true motives are.
"So, what about me do you find so attractive?" The redhead blushes immensely. Bingo. It seems the emotional scanner of these chaos badges are far more effective than I previously imagined.
"Well I, uh. I've always found tyranitars to be pretty handsome in a rugged way. You're even more rugged than other's I've seen… But also, it feels like there's something inside of you that says you're looking for someone. Someone to spend your life with. I wanted to hang out with you to see if I would fit your preference, and see if you fit mine." I stared at her, a bit stunned.
She then laughs a bit, "Of course, this could all just have been brought on by the happiness auras we've set place here. See, the Team decided that if we could create enough good memories now, people would later feel comfortable with the situation later, after the auras fade. So, I'm sorry if you feel a little happier than normal, but everyone does right now."
So this happiness is artificial? Well, I'm okay with that. This wouldn't be such a great party otherwise. Besides, our allies set this up and Arceus approves, so there shouldn't be anything too wrong with that. Or maybe that's just the happiness talking? Bah, who cares.
The party lasts long into the night.
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Tyrant's POV. Blemure the next day.
I yawn as I wake up this morning. Man, I feel so content and refreshed! That was a pretty great party at the end, although I can't remember what happened after I escorted that redhead back to her house.
Huh? Wait, why am I under sheets? I also appear to be on a soft surface like a bed. How come I haven't broken it though? I am pretty heavy. I stretch out my arms and then put them back at-. There's something soft by my arm.
I look and by my arm sleeping is the redhead, with just her head sticking out of the sheets. WHAT?!
She opens her eyes, smiles at me, and holds herself closer to me. "Good morning big guy."
I think I almost fainted when I heard her say that. Please tell me I did not have adventures in bed with a human female last night. I only just met her yesterday for Arceus's sake!
Nervously I ask her, "Did we, uh, do anything last night?"
She sits up abruptly and the sheet falls off of her. She's still fully clothed in the outfit she wore yesterday. "No, we did not do what you are thinking right now. The happiness aura can cause some to express budding romance behaviors, but nothing beyond hugs, kisses, and snuggling."
I had to sigh in relief at that, but then I had to ask. "Snuggling? With basically a huge rock?"
She goes back to snuggling me and closes her eyes. "Sure, like this see? Although, believe me, everything feels much more comfortable when you're absurdly happy. Still, now that it's worn off you don't feel that bad."
Now normally, I would have probably torn out of bed and have gotten as far away from this human as possible. For some reason I couldn't now. "You don't feel that bad yourself." Now where the heck did that thought come from?
She opens her eyes and looks at something in the air. "Oh, I see now. Apparently we have 20 percent synchronization right now. That must be why comfortable with each other at the moment."
Synchronization? Suddenly a screen pops up showing 20 percent sync for Tyrant and Megan. Megan? Oh it must be her then.
She detaches herself from me and stands up. "Well, enough lazing around. Time to get up! You have a job to do after all right?"
"Oh, that's right." I get out of bed and prepare to leave. She stops me before I go.
"Hey, mind if I tag along? I want to see if our sync stat gets any higher." She winks at me.
I feel myself blushing furiously when I think about what her remark might mean. "Oh, uh… that would be great."
Man, I have no idea how Draklar and the rest are going to take this.
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Valzoa's POV. University conference room.
There are three of us currently in the room. To my right sits my friend Siran and to the left sits Miles Prower. Or as he likes to be called, Tails. He's the co-founder of the university and the one responsible for many of the technological advances seen here. Siran is the more idealistic visionary and people person co-founder of the university. They make a rather good team.
I make my report, "Everything is going according to plan. This project may end up a complete success!" They both nod their heads at me.
Siran speaks first, "That's great to hear! I'm glad things are working out there. However, that's not why we called for this meeting. Apparently Tails has something he wants to tell us."
I turn to the teenage two-tailed fox. He smirks before beginning, "I've been working on a little pet project of mine, and I would like to see how he would fair in a real environment."
This greatly surprised me; Tails rarely, if ever, got involved in Pokemon worlds. Trainers always thought he was a rare new Pokemon they had to capture.
He continued, "I've been analyzing certain man-made Pokemon, such as Porygon, and have discovered how to convert one of my inventions and turn it into a Pokemon." He hands me a pokeball. "Make sure he is raised with lots of friends, I think his evolutions will change his personality severely, and he'll need all the friendship he can get."
I look up at him surprised, "well what's the Pokemon called anyways?"
The fox grins at me, "I call him Metal Sonic 5.0."
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A/N: In the alternate dimension, Sarah and Mightyena die. Larvitar joins the revolution alone and hopes to get revenge on all humans Later on, he becomes General Tyrants right-hand Pokemon. Because Firestorm was in charge, the attack on Blakedrail takes longer than expected. The tamers command their Pokemon efficiently enough to kill off Firestorm. Firestorm's team becomes enraged and the town burns in a horrible fire.
At Duresal nothing much different happened. The boy and his father dies, and so does the six-year-old girl. As a side note, yes the charmeleon was planning to rape and then kill the six year old, but Azul sent her to the university where she would be safe.
At Blemure, Razor and Overlord quickly dispatched the humans of the city. Megan managed to escape and plans to get her revenge on the killer Pokemon later.
Why did I decide to add Metal Sonic 5.0? I just thought it'd be kind of cool, and I was slightly inspired to after I read some of Inuyashe's Metal Sonic stories. I plan to put up more details about him in the story. Originally Dr. Robotnik created Metal Sonic; that is true. In my storyline, Tails decided to copy his design and create his own. Version 5.0 has been configured in such a way that it is deemed a Pokemon.
Anyways, till next time then.
