"voice diologue"

'thoughts'

[telepathy]

(Author's notes)

Chapter 4

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Instead, I kept a lookout the entire time, perched on a makeshift watchtower that was made of steel rods. Nothing eventful happened during my watch, although my mind was on the human the entire time. I was pretty surprised that he responded so kindly, especially when I harmed him, and had him imprisoned. I couldn't help but blush at his kindness. I glanced behind me; I could see him, even from over here, a good eighty feet away.

I could still see Auros, who had gone back to his meditation. Judging from his look from earlier, he was just as surprised as me regarding what happened. He looked so peaceful, yet focused, in his stiff position. He hadn't really explained his background to me, but I would like to know him more. And I hope he stays here with us.

I heard a low rumbling sound, and grasped my belly in slight pain, as I just remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since the night of our ambush. I quickly looked around and spotted the pile of rations and other food that we had found. 'Well, I guess there is nothing going on, and I won't be out for long' I thought to myself. I went back down the crude stairs and back on the ground. Then I proceeded to make my way to the pile, careful not to wake any pokemon up. I passed the three humans, who were still sleeping soundly, but the big one was snoring a bit. After a few more moments of walking, I had made it to the pile of food. I quickly jabbed my hand in there, rummaging through, until I found and took a honey bun, and a bottle of water. I sighed happily as I sat down nearby, and proceeded to take a bite off the glazed snack. My mouth filled with a sweet flavor that made me smile internally.

My mind was still on the subject of the humans, however. 'I wonder what Aigan and the others had planned for them. Hmm... he said something about a ransom...' Oh I think I know what he meant.' Not too long ago, a couple of pokemon out on a patrol went missing, and the lucario thought it had something to do with the humans, which is probably true. Perhaps that is what he meant.

As I continued snacking on the honey bun, taking small sips of water every now and then, I heard a small, roaring sound just hardly audible. My ears twitched as I stopped eating, and looked around for the source of the sound that interrupted the natural noises. I heard it a little louder this time. My ears twitched upwards, and I looked at the sky above me, which was still quite clear, with only a few clouds, revealing the source of the sound.

I could just see a small speck up high, with a dull red blinking light that gave it away. It moved slowly over the camp. I froze in place, hoping that whatever it was, most likely not natural, would not notice me, and just continue on its way. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long, as the speck moved away from sight, and disappeared over the dense tree layer. 'Thank Arceus it didn't seen me,' I exhaled slowly, 'whatever that thing is, it could only be human-made'.

I finished my small meal, and yawned quietly. And before I knew it, darkness took over my vision once more.

-Time-

A loud commotion of voices interrupted me as my eyes opened, and my vision filled with light. I groaned as I got back on my feet, and brushed off any dirt and dust from my fur. I then looked around for the sources of these voices, and listened carefully.

"Why'd you bring humans here, boss? This is dangerous." a voice said.

"They're spies. Must be. This is all a trap." another added.

"I really don't like the big one's attitude or reaction." a third voice called.

I finally found the direction of the sounds, and headed there at once. I stopped at a large crowd of pokemon that gathered around the cages, where the humans were being held. I see Aigan, Adagio, and Morel standing in front, and facing towards the crowd. I started to push my way into the crowd, to get to the trio, before I was stopped by two familiar voices.

"Sister, what is all this? The pokemon here seem worried."

"Yeah. This has something to do with the humans, right? I can see why"

I looked around to see a shinx and braixen looking up towards me with concern on their faces.

"Hello there, Larsha," I called to the shinx, picking and putting her in my mane. The electric type purred in response, and snuggled.

"Good morning, Kaity," I hugged the braixen, who felt a little warmer on my skin, being the natural fire type she is.

"Nice to see you still back in one piece, sister," the fire type cheered happily. "We were worried sick the whole time."

I hugged Kaity a little tighter from her words. "I know, sister. But I am here now, and that's all that matters," I looked into here eyes, which were burning with a flame inside. "Nothing will ever separate us."

I reached into my mane, and pulled out a dozy Larsha, who was starting to complain about it.

"Hey! I was about to go to sleep," the shinx pouted.

"You can do that later. But right now, I need to speak with Aigan. I'll be back with you two as soon as I can." I looked back at Kaity as I placed Larsha back onto the ground. "And I need you to take care of Larsha in the meantime. You two go get food. This matter is for adults only. I'll be back as soon as I can." And with that, I continued making my way toward the trio, leaving my sisters back there.

I finally made my way to the front, to see a surprised lucario looking at me. "Yusko..." the lucario started. ".. this human apparently knows you. Last night, according to him." His gaze suddenly turned serious, causing to flinch slightly. "What were you do-"

A loud clash interrupted him as we snapped our heads toward the bigger human of the prisoners, who was trying to smash his way out of the cage, with futile results. After collapsing back on his knees, he shouted at all of us.

"You motherfuckers! Let me go at once!" the human yelled, rubbing the shoulder he had smashed the bars with. "I am a human being! I deserve to be freed from this cage!"

"Enough!" Aigan snapped sternly, glaring at the human with menacing eyes. Thankfully, the human calmed down a little, but was still angry, mumbling nonsense to himself. The fighting-steel type pokemon then looked back at me, and opened his mouth, but was interrupted once again by the same human I had talked to last night. The one Aigan was referring to.

"Please. Don't blame her. She is a sweetheart and very welcoming to me," the human pleaded, "It's my fault that she went to investigate what was going on. The same could be said for Auros," he then looked back at the noivern and breloom in front of him, "and these two are my closest friends. Not mere slaves, unlike the majority of the others. They actually hold value to my heart." The respective pokemon nodded in agreement.

Aigan stood still for a moment, as if he was deep in thought, before he huffed loudly, and turned his attention to the crowd. "Alright, disperse! There is nothing to see here. Anybody who refuses to leave will be dealt with by myself. Now move, that's an order!"

The crowd of pokemon quickly started to split apart, each returning to their own tasks, grumbling the entire time. After a few moments of waiting while the group was nowhere to be seen, Aigan turned back to me, a sigh escaping from his maw.

"Look. I am willing to believe in what the human says, but just for confirmation, is it true? Is it true that you spoke with the human last night?" I nodded my head, and looked down at my feet. I felt a paw touch my chin, and pulled my head back up, meeting the lucario's face. "And I need you to look at me when I'm discussing serious matters with you."

We turned our heads as we heard another voice coming from one of the cages. "Don't be too hard on her, lucario. I'm sure Yusko never meant to do such things on purpose. Her behavior towards us, and to you as well, proves it." The third human was speaking this time, who was still hunched over from the small space the cage provided. "By the way, name is Paul. Nice to meet you all."

"Name's Marcos. Marcos Walker, to be precise. Forgot to mention my name in our conversation last night. My apologies," the human whom I had talked to humbly added, "and indeed on what Paul said. If you have to let go of something, take it out on us. Do it... Aigan, if that is what you intend."

The lucario was taken aback by the fact that Marcos knew his name already. "How'd.. you know..?" Marcos smiled slightly, before replying to his question.

"I remember Yusko calling your name out to deal with me. Right before you knocked me out on the night your group ambushed my squad..."

Another clash was heard as the biggest of the human trio once again tried to break out of the cage, with the same futile results. Before he could say anything, Marcos interrupted him, "Not now, Bill!"

The human named Bill simply scowled at Marcos, anger evident on his face. "Shut up, you of all people! If... if you have-"

"If nothing, Bill. Take that nonsense out of your head, and face the facts!" He shouted back. After that, Bill just hit the bars once again, before coming to a fetal position, rocking back and forth angrily.

"Sorry for the trouble Bill has done to you. He's... not everybody's favorite." Marcos grinned in embarrassment. Paul tapped the bottom of the cage, causing us to look in his direction once again.

"Would you please let us out? We really need to get out of this unconformable position."

Aigan, however, shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied. Both Adaigo and Morel gasped in surprise at his decision. I could only watch as Aigan looked back at them, with a stern expression.

"But... you can't do that! He's our master! Please, you need to know-," the breloom began, but was stopped when the lucario started to growl.

"No means no! As far as I am concerned, all of you are still deemed untrustworthy. Consider my hospitality a generous act. I have yet to decide if you are truly human spies or not, and so because of that, I assume you are, and you need to prove me otherwise." After a few moments of a stare down between the lucario and the pair, Aigan sighed once more, his expression relaxing slightly. "Look. My people come first. I could never jeopardize their safety and well being for a shade of gray we had taken in just a couple of nights before." he then turned to the humans, who were frozen in shock, even Bill. He then looked back at me, with sorrow filled eyes, before shaking his head. "Yusko. I need you to continue your training. Focus on mastering that move I taught you before. Right now. That's an order. And you two," the lucario turned towards the noivern and breloom, "you two can stay with your owner. You are free to wander the camp if you like, but do not do anything suspicious, nor interfere with the duties of others, because I will take it as a threat, and act accordingly myself. Now, if you excuse me, I have a camp to attend to." And with that, the steel-fighing type stormed off towards the center of the camp, leaving all of us with astonished faces.

I was the first to recover, and turned back to the pair. "I am really sorry for what he said. He's just... very stressed out. I promise he never meant anything he said." Adagio only stared at me, while Morel was looking at his feet. A warm smile came from the shiny noivern.

"You know, you're a very sweet zoroark, especially after all that happened the day before. Please..." she paused, and looked back at Morel, before gazing back at me once more, "accept our sincere apologies for causing all this trouble."

"No. You haven't caused us any trouble at all. I am afraid it's a result of war. After all, we're part of the resistance." I assured them. "but I will accept your apologies regardless. And do not worry," I placed a furred hand on her right shoulder, "I'll get this fixed up when I can. He'd still listen to me." I then walked off to the training sector of the camp, leaving both the pokemon and the humans behind.

–-POV Change-

"Sir, I have come with a report that requires your attention." A man in a neat gray officer uniform stood in front of General Lister, who was busy looking at some paperwork in his office, which was decorated with a handsomely toned wooden desk, with a high quality assortment of furniture, including bookshelves that were stuffed with books as well as a pair of wooden chairs that were positioned so they would face each other. A carpet decorated the floor with the coat of arms of the Unova military; which featured a pair of chains, bounded together around a shield, with a wall of spears hidden behind it. The same coat of arms decorated a flag that stood right next to the wooden desk.

"What is it, lieutenant? I'm in the middle of important matters," Lister replied, and looked up at the lieutenant, staring at him directly in the eyes, "So... what is it? What is it that makes me turn my eyes in your direction?" The lieutenant then held out a file folder, offering it to the general.

"It's regarding the scouting run the reconnaissance jet had preformed last night, sir. These are the images that were captured during the duration of the trip." The general reached out, took the folder from the lieutenant's hands, and took out the contents.

After a good five minutes of examining the report, an image caught Lister's eyes. He studied it for a few moments before handing it back to the lieutenant. "Lieutenant. What do you see here in this image? Is it what I really think it is?"

The lieutenant took the image, and examined it himself. 'Now what is that...' he wondered to himself. What he saw in the image was a view of some tents, and... what looked like a fox-like creature staring directly at the camera, though it appeared to not notice the camera, but the aircraft instead. The lieutenant returned the image back to General Lister, before giving him his interpretation. "Sir, I think we have ourselves the location of the enemy camp." the general gave out a wicked grin, making the poor lieutenant shudder.

"You're correct indeed. Seems like we have finally found where the pesky, filthy rebels are hiding at. And I have the required coordinates already, from this report," the general placed the image on the desk, and stood up, "You know what this means, do you lieutenant?"

"Yes... sir.. how do we approach this situation though?"

"That's easy. I'm going to grant you authorization to command one of my companies that is idle, and waiting for orders." The general took out a sheet of paper from his drawer, and started writing on it. "I am going to assign you... er.. yeah, two-hundred fifty infantry, fifteen main battle tanks, aaaand... two flame tanks, to burn your way towards them." After completing the paper with his signatures, he places it into a folder, and stored it into another drawer.

"...yes sir. When do you want me to attack? In a few-"

"No. I want you to attack at midnight, today. We have the element of surprise on our side. I want you to blitz the camp as fast as possible, then report back here with what remained of the company." After a moment of silence, he added with a devious grin, "and don't leave anyone alive, regardless if they offer to be taken prisoner or not."

The lieutenant was stunned by what the general just said. "Bu.. but sir! You know we can't do that. You know that the Geneva-"

"I don't care what the Geneva convention says. I want every rebel stationed there dead. I don't want to have to deal with them later on," Lister snapped, which caused the lieutenant to flinch, "and if you want to continue on discussing the matter, we can settle this at martial court, but I am giving you an order, right now, lieutenant! Rally the troops and prepare to deploy. Do NOT fail me. Dismissed!" and with that, General Lister flicked his hand at the lieutenant, who was already leaving the room. The general squinted at his direction, then moved his gaze back to the paperwork he was doing.

-POV Change-

"I'm telling you, boss! There is no sign of your son everywhere. I've sent spies out looking for him, but no results have come back. I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it." a woman on the phone spoke to Wilson, who staggered in distress. He shook his head in disbelief.

"No. You must keep looking for him. Send out more spies, and cover a larger area this time." He pleaded, still determined to find his son.

"Negative. And I am not going to argue about it any further. This is only a waste of funds. Moving empty trailers isn't going to benefit anyone. The same is said for the recovery effort. I'm sorry, boss." She then hung up, which almost caused the human father to throw his phone on the floor. A concerned Violet approached Wilson.

[Master? I hate to see you in such pain. But I know in my gut that he is still alive, somewhere.] the purrloin rubbed her head against Wilson's legs, trying her best to comfort him.

The human sighed in frustration. "I.. I can't do this. I hadn't even executed the plan yet, and I already lost my only child. I must not lose him. Not yet." he then proceeded to sit down at the sofa in the living room, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

[I am certain he is alive. And the sooner we can start this, the sooner we can start the search for Marcos.] Violet yowled, following close behind to Wilson's footsteps.

"But... I can't stand the thought of losing my son. Maybe I should-"

[NO!] the purrloin hissed loudly, causing Wilson to jump on the spot, fed up with having to deal with the human's grief. [You should have known this was going to happen sooner or later, especially with a plan like that. The loyalists will use anything you value as a way to hurt you, Marcos included.] the human didn't reply at all to the purrloin's point.

'Maybe she's right... I am foolish to think that would never happen' he thought to himself, before being interrupted by Violet.

[And you're our leader! A leader must not give up on his people. He must always show determination, and set a good example for his followers. Acting like this the entire time will ensure our downfall.] internally, Wilson agreed to the good points Violet had brought up. He felt a wave of determination wash over him. Suddenly, those feelings of grief started to ebb away, replaced by courage and tenacity.

"Yes. You're right," the human stood back up from the sofa, "I am a leader, and I am not going to let the loss of my child let me, my people, and our cause down! If I'm going to join my son, I may as well go down fighting!" The purrloin jumped happily at his words.

[That's the spirit! Now you may lead us, boss] the dark type gave out a smile.

Wilson went out into the kitchen, and out onto the balcony, where the beautiful sights of Driftveil city stood out. 'Such a peaceful and beautiful city, but without the right kind of people.' a thought occurred in his mind. He looked around for it, until he found it -a large container of gasoline. After promptly taking it back inside, he called out to the purrloin. "Violet. It's time. Get to the car, and say your final goodbyes." After hearing the mews of approval from the cat-like pokemon, he opened the container, and poured the flammable liquid all over the kitchen, followed by the living room, and finally his library. "I am sorry. But I have to do this. Nobody must know about this."

After pouring all the contents out, he reached out for his cellphone one last time, and started dialing a phone number. 'C'mon, c'mon. Answer the phone.' Luck was on his side, as he now talked to who he wanted to talk to- Alex Brickett.

"Alex..." Wilson started "It is time. It is time to execute our plan. I talked to all the other agents earlier; they said that everything is in place and they are ready to proceed." He waited for an answer to come back.

"Roger that, boss. I'll send out word that we are executing the procedure. And the targets, sir?" the husky voice of Alex replied through the phone.

Wilson thought long and hard on this; he knew that this would bring dire consequences, but would hurt what he was fighting against, and possibly help them gain allies. It was a great risk indeed, but it would probably be worth it. "The target will be... every loyalist you see. It is time for the separatists to rise. It is our time. Our time... to riot." and with that, he hung up on Alex. After putting his phone away in his pocket, he took out a lighter, and a long rag. He flicked the lighter on, and set the rag on fire.

'This is it now... no turning back,' The human father thought to himself, getting that etched into his mind. He threw the burning rag into a patch of gasoline. Immediately, fire was sprinting all over the flammable liquid, setting other things on fire as well, and the charred smell of burning material caused the human to cough. He then opened the front door, and ran outside, and got into the car as fast as he could. Violet was already inside, ready to leave.

After igniting the engine, Wilson gave one last at his burning home, slowly turning to ash. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then started to drive backwards, away from the house.

"We need to get to the safe house. I'll be hiding there for now. Burning the house will cover our tracks- and buy us some time to hide away from the loyalists, while I keep taking command." He was acknowledged by a purr from the dark type.

[Glad that you made the decision. Now we begin our strive to become free.] Violet purred softly.

"Indeed." And they were off, on their way to Nimbasa city, ignoring the nearby chaos.

(Woot! Another chapter complete! \o/

Sorry for the ending to this chapter. I know it seems a bit rushed, so thank you for pointing this out. Now we can get the action started.

Many thanks to Rated L For Lemons for volunteering to be an editor for these chapters! Props to you *\o/*

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