Author pow:
Before we begin, I want to inform I changed one paring for plot reasons.
Plus, a review response:
Guest (30th August) - I don't know, I haven't seen it yet as of writing this. But in some later chapter I may aswell try to make it fit in at least as a refrence or vaugely canonical (To the Fic) bit. Thanks for the idea tho.
That's it for now, now enjoy new chapter!
Narrator pow:
"Ehhh..." Mid-sized man with short black hair, white official shirt and round glasses and tag saying 'As-sis-tan-t' sighed, standing near the side wall in a changing room and ending his cigarette with a double tap on the black jeans before looking back at the several other BLU Team members further inside.
"... Kalos?" BLU Sniper with a nametag 'Glenn' asked, looking to the left as he and the team sat mostly silently with eyes starring down on the floor.
"Yeeeee, me too..." BLU Scout with a tag 'Schneed.' responded, waving his head away as someone in deep blue tuxedo entered the room.
"Gen-tle-man." BLU Spy labeled 'Le President' said, entering the room with two dozens of his fellow mercenaries plus six others in coach-like uniforms keeping the team's colour scheme. "Calm down, I already called."
"Where?"/"They'll unscrew it?" Two Engineers asked from the rear.
"They unscrew your head!" Le President responded angrly. "I called the BLU Team Protection Line..."
"..." Deaf silence fell down onto the group.
"Because this.. Was... RAPE!" Le President ended, shouting at the end so hard some of the present people flinched.
"..."
"They fucked you up! Brown Team gangbang!"
"What's gangbang?" One Heavy with nickname 'Tofru' asked at the back.
"I dunno, maybe some dance." Demoman with tag 'Qvery' responded.
"Bachata?" Glenn asked, confused.
"Bachata in your snout!" Le President shouted. "Captain?... Really? Captain?" He asked with mix of disbelief and anger.
"Leader." Glenn responded calmly.
"More like Leader Price!"
"Leader Price doesn't exist anymore." Mid-sized man from the wall with tag 'Lesley' added, almost as if he tried to joke. "Disbanded..."
"The same should be done with our Leader Praise." Le President concluded.
"We fought until the end." Glenn responded
"What would you eat?" Le President asked, teasingly.
"We fight until the end!" He repeated, slightly more energetic but with no authenticity.
"Coupon in pants!"
"There are no more weak teams." Some old, white-haired man in sport jacket said sadly.
"No, there's BLU Team." Lesley corrected.
"Elliot!" Le President shouted.
"He's not here." Lesley said.
"Oh right, out of ordinary." Le President groaned.
"Shit, there's no one to blame." Old white-haired man sighed.
"Artee?"
"I screwed up... I know..." BLU Medic nodded, looking down onto the floor. "I take it on myself..."
"Another fucked!" Le President shouted. "Great healer!"
"Steven Arras." Lesley added.
"Steven Ass!" Le President shouted, before looking back at Artee. "Thirty years we have to wait until something unlocks itself in your head? CHAOS! PANIC! DRAMA!"
"And me on camera..."
"And he on camera!" Spy continued, pointing at Lesley. "And what turns out? That he recorded better than you played. And how he recorded?..."
"Shitty." Lesley responded, making a 'OK' sign with his right hand.
"Still better than us on defense." Le President continued. "Perty!" He shouted, pointing at the backlined Heavy. "Hurts?"
"Wha?"
"Does your butt hurt? Because I saw some Brown Soldiers taking you in turns with their Disciplinary Actions..."
"We thought about vacations in half time after side change..." Perty responded with slow, akward tone. "We sprinkle ashes on our heads."
"Sprinkle your ass!" Le President shouted.
"With slaked lime." Lesley added.
"In general, I create an association tomorrow." Le President continued.
"What?" Old man asked.
"STOP PERTYFICATION OF OUR DEFENSE!" Spy shouted. "I'll throw a march in Banana Bay on the tracks... And guess what?"
"What?" Perty asked.
"There will come more people than on the match in 2Fort."
"Ooooo."
"May wasn't right. We don't need a psychologist." Le President continued. "We need..."
"A Pyro?" Lesley asked.
"No! A farmer."
"A farmer?" Old man asked.
"Yes! He'll put everyone on the stupid head a metal ring and we'll plough this mess..."
"Boss, it's my fault..." As-sis-tan-t said from the side.
"I know, obviously not mine!" Le President responded with a swift turn.
"Logical." Lesley threw in.
"I didn't know..." As-sis-tan-t continued with a sigh.
"What?" Le President asked.
"That they will take the ignore and cucumbers stuff seriously."
"As! So many years! You should know that a mercenary is not the sharpest knife in the drawer."
"I didn't knew it was that blunt."
"It isn't blunt... It's straight up round." Le President said with elongated punchline.
"..." Moment of silence fell down as Glenn's stare became more apparent in the emptyness on the inside.
"Skortios!" Le President shouted, recieving no response. "Where is our dry kabanos of a manager?"
"Not here!" Lesley responded.
"What do you mean?"
"He had to go catch a plane faster." Old man responded.
"FUC-!" Le President cursed, but was cut short by a phone ringing. "No!" He shouted again, now after taking it out and looking who called. "Nooo..."
"Mister President, who calls?" Lesley asked curiously.
"Noooo..." Le President groaned before answering it and putting the device next to his right war. "Ehh, what now, Xavier?" He asked rudely.
"Hehehe, hehehehehe, hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
"Hehehe, hehehehehe, hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!" BLU Engineer laughed like happy gremlin, wiggling back and forth on the couch as he watched the sky above Alola and enjoyer the news. "How are the qualis going?" He asked, just before the other side ended the call. "... Heh."
"What happened?" Scout asked, peeling from behind the corner that leaded to bedrooms. "It sounded like you had a stroke, so I gained some hope."
"Aiden, our battle team just lost to the Browns." Engineer responded, turning around with a grin.
"Meh, that's also funny." Aiden shrugged his arms. "Quite a downfall after they kicked you for too defensive style."
"Naaah, I'm not malicious." Engie responded, lowering his lips to make a smirk. "But props for funny guys, they took a W as they should."
"You watched it?" Scout asked.
"On the phone when no one looked, online." Engineer responded, shaking his device.
"Me too, Arceus bless the internet." Aiden commented before the two began akwardly laughing.
"Hel-looo everyone!" Dawn smiled, spreading her arms widely as she greeted her whole team right under the housing flat. "Glad to see you back again."
"Piplup!"
"Come here..." She continued, picking up her starter and hugging him to her belly before placing her hands together at the front to carry him. "Now, for as much as I would love introducing you all to Scizor and keep you outside like the others..." She paused, looking up at Mamoswine. "... We must figure out the space issue first."
"Alola!" A strong, jolly tone made her turn around to see what was going on. "I haven't seen you here before, who are you?" Stocky old man greeted her, showing in the extensive white hair tied in a ponytail and moustache, wearing a yellow jacket with painted flowers over blue shirt tied with a white knot to hold a red-white fan.
"I'm Dawn." She responded. "Glad to meed you."
"Likewise! My name is Hala and I am the kahuna of Melemele Island on which we stand." The man continued, before noticing the rest of her team close behind. "You seem to befriended a lot of Pokemon..."
"Yeah." She responded, partially startled. "Now I need to find a compromise between them being outside and in pokeballs..."
"Well, there is no social demand to keep Pokemon outside." Hala responded.
"Oh really?" Dawn asked, suprised.
"Of course! It's just a local relation we have to them, not everyone around here is a trainer." He continued with satisfied smile. "I can sense from you that they are treated well, no need to worry young lady!"
"Oh right, thank you." She nodded gladly.
"Just doing my duty as a kahuna." Hala said, holding his enthusiasm. "After all, it is a duty given to me by Tapu Koko."
"... Who?"
"Oh wait, you're a tourist..." Hala corrected himself. "One of four guardian dieties that protect our islands. This one is specific to this island." He added, as he suddenly felt an urge to look upward saw yellow shell with omnious markings flew above them. "In fact, he might have just flew above us."
"Really?" Dawn asked, looking around before realising that behind her was a building obscuring the vision. "I guess the 'guardian' part wasn't accidental."
"Never." Hala responded with serious tone. "Thought he is known to be fickle with his kindness and does not tolerate insults to himself."
"Oh..." Dawn nodded, noting in her mind that this was indeed serious.
"Either way, is there something else I can do?" He asked, as her eyes briefly flashed with intrest.
"May I... Ask more about the Alola as a whole?"
"Aight, so what now?" Guzma asked, as he, several other Skull grunts and DRK Scout and Demoman began to sit around the ring of empty barrels, dusted crates and other rubbish that wasn't a Trubbish in a shadiest, most depressed compared to tall walls around it one-way back alley. "I mean, seriously. This is our base for Melemele Island."
"Looks like a home of Sandman user." Scout commented with a remark. "Never thought of getting a better place?"
"We do have a Po City on Ula'ula." Guzma responded rubbing his chin. "But the mess of a mansion at it's very end is only livable place."
"A whole city, you say?" Scout asked him, rising an eyebrow while Demo made a satisfied grin.
"Ye, but abandoned before we got in." One grunt added from the side.
"No on remembers times before us in there." Another one added in resignated voice.
"Either way, what's so important about the land itself?" Guzma asked, confused.
"Ooohhh, touche." Scout smiled, now suddenly smoking the fattest cigar that fitted in his mouth and allowed him to speak. "Ownership of land... Is manifestation of Power. The Power. Interchangeable terms."
"Huh? That's new." One female grunt said while Guzma listen in 'Tell more' type of silence, eventually giving a nod to continue.
"Yes it is, lassie." Demoman responded first.
"Having land means you earned it. Things on the land come and go, but pure range of influence? Never." Scout continued with ever growing devious smile. "You have the land because you deserves it more than anyone else throu your actions. You see it, you want it, you take it. That's the way it is."
"Your group does too?" Guzma asked.
"Of course I do!" Scout laughed him off as Demoman opened him DRK Team portfolio.
"Upward, Barnblitz, Borneo, Snakewater, Process, Steel..." All the best maps, cities and places in entire Badlands region." Cyclops listed. "All under our deserved ownership."
"I see."
"Yeah, you do." Scout teased him. "Either way, how about we head there next and see what can be done here and now?"
"Sure, I guess..." Guzma shrugged his arms before standing up on his legs. "Alright gang, lets go back to our base."
"Yo, yo, yo. We movin'." One grunt from the the back changed as the band slowly started to move out of the alley.
"... And that is how it all came to be what Alola is right now." Hala said, ending a lenghty explaination as he and Dawn sat down on a street bench nearby their latter's place of residence.
"That was very interesting." She responded, having a brief shine in her eyes. "But, could I ask for one less... Open question?"
"I guess so." Hala responded, waving his hand for her to start.
"Can I uptake in the Island challenge?" Dawn asked with just right mix of innocence and curiosity.
"Naturally." Hala nodded. "I'm confident I explained the rules on the manner."
"Of course." She nodded. "But I have to go back inside now, someone might be worried about me now with how long it took."
"... Go." Hala responded, standing up from the bench. "You can begin tomorrow, but remember to prepare. This is not the usual Pokemon battle."
"It will be done. Thanks!" She nodded, running forward and the right towards the housing flat she came from.
But unknown to her, someone was watching her from the window up inside.
"So she's in, huh?" BLU Engineer smiled. "At least I'm gonna be home alone if needed. Scout wastes time in school and she has outdoor activities. Nice!"
"Oh, it's you again." BLU Scout sighed, looking throu the open window outside, as he starred down at the seeminglu unfazed Tapu Koko.
"Krrr?" Pokemon diety responded.
"Look. If you really need to be an asshole to me, do it tomorrow. I'm not feeling like fighting your buddies today." Aiden continued, slowly fighting his left eye's need to go down.
"..."
"By the school, you know the place."
"... Koo."
"Cool, now scram." Aiden ended, closing the windows and lowering the curtains in a near instant while the island guardian turn around and casually flew away.
Now granted, show of force would do the job. But this one was different. He didn't even flinch at his attack, got a clear hit on him and even captured Arcanine sent to challenge him. This newcomer called for a different approach.
An approach that would soon become very apparent...