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Alright, I found a rekindling of Pokemon Passion when I stumbled upon this site. Wow, guess we never truly grow up eh ;p. Anyway, I was bored and I decided to write something. Originally the Prologue was going to be 2 pages, but soon it ballooned up to an impressive 5 1/2 pages. Now just imagine how long it’ll be when plot, dialogue, and character development are added. Anyway, if I receive some positive feedback, I’ll have the next chapter done next weekend. Note: There are strong language and graphic descriptions of blood and gore in this story. Please be kind, I haven’t written a creative story since I was in 5th grade.
Prologue: A Stroll Down Memory Lane
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
-Albert Einstein
Our story begins on a magnificent battleship. The bright sunlight tinted off the layers upon layers Steelix armor. Protruding throughout the ship were 80-meter guns, each one with a storage tank of Dragonite Hyperbeams. Near the center of the vessel were three tall control towers, each one with hundreds of Alakazam sending out orders and reports with their gifted psyche. To the untrained eye it looked like a menacing spider floating in the distance. Saying it resembled a spider meant instant execution for any Kanto soldier. This was the K.S.S Oak, the pride of the Kanto navy; a symbol of hope for Kanto and an omen of death for Johto. However, to a Charmeleon onboard, the Oak represented nothing but fear, dismay, and death.
The red lizard was leaning over the iron balconies, looking down at the clear ocean water. Thousands upon thousands of orange Staryu were spinning and propelling the great hulk of steel. Even more Starmie, Seaking, and Wartortles glided through the water, looking for hostile Lanterns and Mantines.
“The jewel of the Staryu looks so empty,” the reptile thought to himself, “I wonder where they lived…Seafoam? Cinnabar?”
His train of thought was suddenly ended. Without warning, Charmeleon felt the slap of a paw upon his back. A hard slap on the back. Quickly, Charmeleon gripped the railings to prevent himself from plummeting down to his watery grave. With a roar of fury turn around and slashed at the aggressor with his razor-sharp claws.
“Rai, you fu*king as*hole,” he cursed as the Raichu in front of him bawled in laughter.
“Calm the fu*k down, Sarge, I didn’t slap ya that rough,” said Rai through his thick Vermillion City drawl.
Though the Charmeleon was only a Lieutenant, his squad lovingly referred to him as “Sarge.”
“Hard, Rai, hard…I didn’t slap you that hard…seriously after the war I’m teaching you how to use the English language correctly.” Sarge retorted.
“Shut the fu*k up, grammar Nazi, if you haven’t noticed I lost a piece of my beautiful ear trying to save your shiny red as*…” Rai replied.
Sarge looked up at his mouse-friend’s right ear. Almost the entire upper cartilage was torn away. Indeed, it resembled a dismembered black and orange Sharpedo fin rather than a Raichu ear. The reptile shivered, the memories of that day still haunted him…
3 Weeks Ago…
Charmeleon crawled through the thick leaves, praying to God Misdreavus patrols don’t hear his rustling. The lizard looked back and did a quick body count on his 34 troops. He looked around at his lush surroundings. Maple trees, yew trees, oak trees, trees that he neglected to study in the 5th grade, everywhere he looked he saw the leafy giants. He could tell there was a rain going on, but the trees prevented most the droplets from falling through. The humid air was starting to get to him. The flies, sensing weakness, pounced upon the group biting and scratching. A slight drop of sweat fell from his forehead and into the ground, immediately sucked up by the dry parched earth.
The Charmeleon noticed a yellow light from his right. Panicking, he quickly turned and immediately let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t an ambush; Rai was just conducting a Light Screen attack to combat the flies.
“Hey Rai, turn that off, you’re going to have to suffer like the rest of us. Don’t underestimate your opponent” Sarge said as he continued to inch forward.
“What kind of fu*ked up mission is?” asked a Nidorino behind Sarge, “wasting my God-given sniping talents patrolling sh*t-filled forests?
“Keep your bi*ching down Sharpe,” Sarge whispered. He thought he heard movement in the distance.
“Hey Sarge, I would like to file a complaint to the Kanto Army,” said a nearby Scyther.
“Well, unfortunately, General Articuno and the rest of the commanders of the Kanto Army have no time to listen to the bi*chings of a lower-than dirt private. Sorry Blademan.” Sarge replied with a smile. It felt good to hear a Pokemon voice.
Blademan chuckled, “Yea, but what about you? Surely a decorated lieutenant like yourself will be able to pull a few strings?”
“Ahh, lets say that the army actually gets some competent generals. Due to this, I get rewarded the rank of Lieutenant and you get demoted to Private. Now who do I start bi*chin’ to?” Rai whispered.
“Well, Lieutenants usually pass their complaints to the Sergeants; then the Sergeants bi*ch about their Lieutenant’s bi*ching to the Colonels; then the Colonel’s bi*ch about their Sergeant’s bi*ching about their Lieutenant’s bi*chng to the Generals, that’s Pokemon like Articuno and Zapdos; then finally the Generals bi*ch about their Colonel’s bi*ching about their Sergeant’s bi*ching about the Lieutenant’s bi*ching to the Congress. The whole system revolves around the theory of passing the problem on until someone fixes it.” Sarge replied.
He wasn’t kidding that much either. He had tried to order better chow for his troops to replace the Milktank gruel they had to digest. The blankets they sleep in were also unacceptable; its thickness was barely four millimeters long. However, his commanding officer simply said “shut the fu*k up and get outta my fu*kin’ tent now, fu*kin’ redneck” when Sarge tried to address these issues.
A jet of flame shot out from the distance, barely singing the top of Sarge’s head. The attack was unexpected, like all attacks in the Roninto forest. It usually consisted of shouting and random attacks thrown everywhere. The platoon leader that managed to gain control of his squad first usually came out the winner.
“Holy sh*t!”
“Fu*k, fuc*k, where that come from?!?!”
“Oh my God, please don’t let me die…please please pleas…”
More random shouting, more chaos, and more death. The veteran Charmeleon sighed to himself before he issued his order.
“Keep your heads low and your asses down,” Sarge barked as two more flamethrowers and thunderbolts soared above him, “ all of you need to get outta my as* and crawl to a position where you can fight.”
Careful to keep his head low, Sarge scanned the horizon, trying to pinpoint the location of the aggressors. He tried unsuccessfully to block out the screams and cries of his comrades. The attacks were becoming more organized. The inaccurate sporadic firing of thunderbolts and water guns slowly dwindled. Volleys of accurate leaves, fire, water, and thunder replaced it. Sarge could barely keep his head up for three seconds before another volley of elements came at him.
This was precisely the Johto guerilla captain’s plan. By continually shooting an onslaught of attacks, he was hoping to prevent the Kanto platoon from forming an efficient firing line. Though Sarge’s group outnumbered his guerilla fighters 35 to 21, Sarge’s group was in a very poor position. Only 10 Kanto troops had a firing angle on the Johto captain’s camouflaged postion. Of those 10, only four seemed to have the balls to fight back: Sarge, Rai, Blademan, and Sharpe. The rest of the platoon were clearly green from inexperience. Trembling like lambs, they cried for mercy after every casualty. The Grovile guerilla looked out through a small opening in the brush he was hiding in. Slowly, his mouth formed a huge smile, revealing revolting decayed teeth. His plan was working perfectly.
“Sharpe, can you spot their position?” Sarge barked over the cries of his shell-shocked Privates and the groans of his wounded ones.
“Yea Sarge, they’re camouflaged in the heavily wooded area north of here, see-“ he was interrupted by a loud clash of thunder. “-See those fallen trees? The basta*rds are there.”
“God damnit, you fuc*kers need to get your head outta’ my as* and FIGHT BACK,” Rai screamed over the dinning chaos.
However, the privates didn’t seem to be able to comprehend their squad leader’s orders. Some cowardly and greener ones have even got on their feet and starting fleeing, only to be gunned down by a fury of attacks. The tropical scent was replaced by the odor of roasted flesh and flowing blood. Sarge looked around and counted 12 dead bodies. Their blood mixed with the water puddles on the ground, covering the dirt in red. Sarge flinched when a wave of Razor Leafs pierced a fleeing Squirtle by him. Shards of the turtle Pokemon’s shell fell on his face and stung his neck. Finally, a leaf went straight through the young creature’s head, dropping him dead. Bits of brain fell on the ground by the body.
“Fu*k fu*k fu*k, Rai, Blademan, Sharpe WE NEED TO GO BACK.” Sarge shouted. They were losing the numbers advantage. Staying would just mean more bloodshed.
“We ain’t retreating back nowhere if we don’t return some as*-whooping,” Rai said as he shot thunderbolts at the unseen enemy, “FU*KIN COWARDS, FIGHT ME!”
“Rai’s right,” said Blademan through a gashed lip as he flung arcs of bright yellow energy blades at the distant shadow, “we need to provide cover fire if we want to fall back.”
The air filled with dust as the attacks landed closer and closer to Sarge’s head. Sarge squinted through the fiery sandstorm. He could barely see…
“Rai, Blade, Sharpe, attack the dirt in front of us, create some sort of a dust screen.” Sarge coughed out, the dust was getting into his lungs.
As attack after attack hit the ground, the air filled with more thick sediment. Sarge couldn’t tell how many of his soldiers were still behind him…or alive for that matter. He could still feel the warmth of attacks soaring over him, but it was now or never. He had to make his move before the dust settles.
“Retreat, FULL RETREAT TO THE RINTO RIVER!”
The leader got up from the ground and ran from the enemy, the chaos, and the death. A thunderbolt singed his arm, but he couldn’t feel it. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he passed rows after rows of trees. He could see nothing but a green blur…live another day...live another day..
Sarge felt a sharp pain shoot up from his back. He keeled over into the ground, rolling with agony. Slowly reaching for his back, he felt his own blood gushing out of the wound. The fallen Lieutenant looked around at his soon-to-be gravesite. The battle sounds were replaced by an eerie silence. There was no friendly face to comfort him in this dire moment. Instead, he will die in the company of inanimate trees. He will die alone. He coughed out, spraying blood out.
“Sh*t, I’m gonna die here, I’m gonna die a slow death. I’m gonna bleed to death…I’m gonna die…No one will find me…. Damn trees…” Sarge whimpered as he coughed out, spraying another slab of blood on…Rai?
“Snap outta it Sarge, I got ya…” Rai whispered soothingly as the mouse picked up his leader’s fallen body, “we’re going home now…we’re going home now.”
Rai saw the jagged leaf sticking out of Sarge’s body. It’s going to have to wait, he thought. He started running towards the Rinto River…to life…
“Sh*t Sarge, may I suggest 1-800-Jenny Craig once this god damn war is over,” Rai joked. The great oaf was no joke to carry even after weeks of short food supplies. Also, Rai thought, the best thing to do was to calm the lizard down so he won’t lose any more blood.
His ears dimmed for a minute. He could hear nothing except an annoying buzzing sound. The shrew saw leaves sticking up from the ground. Quickly but gently Rai put Sarge on the ground and faced the Bayleef that stood behind him. The mouse scanned his foe. His eyes immediately fell on the strange polygonal markings the leaf Pokemon had tattooed all over its body. So that’s the sign of Lugia. Rai reached up for his buzzing right ear. He felt something wet. Heh, couples of inches lower and I’ll be dead right alongside Sarge….
The Bayleef sent another round of leaves at Rai, but this time the veteran mouse was ready. A small bolt of thunder deflected each leaf. Clink. Clink. Clink. Bayleef waved his head to send yet another round, but the leaves never came out. Instead, like a tall tree getting cut down by a woodsman, the long slender neck of the grass Pokemon fell from the rest of its torso. The head rolled to the right of the body for a few inches before coming to a rest. The stump on the body was like a geyser spraying out blood. It stumbled around for a few seconds before falling alongside its separated head.
“What the hell are you waiting for, come the fu*k along, evac is coming” ordered Blademan. His blade was glowing. He quickly turned and ran north.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” Rai said as he struggled to keep up with his bug friend.
Don’t worry Sarge you’ll be O.K.” Blademan said as he stared at the semi-unconscious reptile in Rai’s arms, “fu*k that’s a giant piece of green sh*t, we have any healing Pokemon in our platoon?” he asked as he saw the leaf protruding out of Sarge’s bloody back.
“Even if we did, they’re probably dead now.” Rai replied. So many dead…
The lush greens became fewer and smaller. Light was beginning to poke through. The sound of rushing water could be heard nearby. It feels so warm, Sarge thought to himself. Rai and Blademan moved through the clearing and onto a bank by the roaring Rinto River. Magikarp and Goldeen were struggling to swim against the strong current. Other members of the platoon, mostly Pokemon who listened to Sarge’s orders, sat by nursing wounds and shaking heads. There were only 10. Sharpe, the only one left unscathed during the skirmish, was busy trying to stop the bleeding of a badly wounded Elekid.
“Release the haze so the Pidgeot can see us” Blademan ordered. He then turned and ran back into the forest to find more survivors.
Groaning and moaning the survivors reached into their packs and pulled out small purple balls. They dropped them onto the ground, releasing a haze of purple gas.
“Someone get me some tweezers, I need to play doctor on our lizard friend here,” Rai barked.
“Like…Operation? I love that game…me and my sis use to…to…” Sarge yawned and closed his eyes.
“My sister and I, Sarge, my sister and I…” Rai answered back.
Prologue: A Stroll Down Memory Lane
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
-Albert Einstein
Our story begins on a magnificent battleship. The bright sunlight tinted off the layers upon layers Steelix armor. Protruding throughout the ship were 80-meter guns, each one with a storage tank of Dragonite Hyperbeams. Near the center of the vessel were three tall control towers, each one with hundreds of Alakazam sending out orders and reports with their gifted psyche. To the untrained eye it looked like a menacing spider floating in the distance. Saying it resembled a spider meant instant execution for any Kanto soldier. This was the K.S.S Oak, the pride of the Kanto navy; a symbol of hope for Kanto and an omen of death for Johto. However, to a Charmeleon onboard, the Oak represented nothing but fear, dismay, and death.
The red lizard was leaning over the iron balconies, looking down at the clear ocean water. Thousands upon thousands of orange Staryu were spinning and propelling the great hulk of steel. Even more Starmie, Seaking, and Wartortles glided through the water, looking for hostile Lanterns and Mantines.
“The jewel of the Staryu looks so empty,” the reptile thought to himself, “I wonder where they lived…Seafoam? Cinnabar?”
His train of thought was suddenly ended. Without warning, Charmeleon felt the slap of a paw upon his back. A hard slap on the back. Quickly, Charmeleon gripped the railings to prevent himself from plummeting down to his watery grave. With a roar of fury turn around and slashed at the aggressor with his razor-sharp claws.
“Rai, you fu*king as*hole,” he cursed as the Raichu in front of him bawled in laughter.
“Calm the fu*k down, Sarge, I didn’t slap ya that rough,” said Rai through his thick Vermillion City drawl.
Though the Charmeleon was only a Lieutenant, his squad lovingly referred to him as “Sarge.”
“Hard, Rai, hard…I didn’t slap you that hard…seriously after the war I’m teaching you how to use the English language correctly.” Sarge retorted.
“Shut the fu*k up, grammar Nazi, if you haven’t noticed I lost a piece of my beautiful ear trying to save your shiny red as*…” Rai replied.
Sarge looked up at his mouse-friend’s right ear. Almost the entire upper cartilage was torn away. Indeed, it resembled a dismembered black and orange Sharpedo fin rather than a Raichu ear. The reptile shivered, the memories of that day still haunted him…
3 Weeks Ago…
Charmeleon crawled through the thick leaves, praying to God Misdreavus patrols don’t hear his rustling. The lizard looked back and did a quick body count on his 34 troops. He looked around at his lush surroundings. Maple trees, yew trees, oak trees, trees that he neglected to study in the 5th grade, everywhere he looked he saw the leafy giants. He could tell there was a rain going on, but the trees prevented most the droplets from falling through. The humid air was starting to get to him. The flies, sensing weakness, pounced upon the group biting and scratching. A slight drop of sweat fell from his forehead and into the ground, immediately sucked up by the dry parched earth.
The Charmeleon noticed a yellow light from his right. Panicking, he quickly turned and immediately let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t an ambush; Rai was just conducting a Light Screen attack to combat the flies.
“Hey Rai, turn that off, you’re going to have to suffer like the rest of us. Don’t underestimate your opponent” Sarge said as he continued to inch forward.
“What kind of fu*ked up mission is?” asked a Nidorino behind Sarge, “wasting my God-given sniping talents patrolling sh*t-filled forests?
“Keep your bi*ching down Sharpe,” Sarge whispered. He thought he heard movement in the distance.
“Hey Sarge, I would like to file a complaint to the Kanto Army,” said a nearby Scyther.
“Well, unfortunately, General Articuno and the rest of the commanders of the Kanto Army have no time to listen to the bi*chings of a lower-than dirt private. Sorry Blademan.” Sarge replied with a smile. It felt good to hear a Pokemon voice.
Blademan chuckled, “Yea, but what about you? Surely a decorated lieutenant like yourself will be able to pull a few strings?”
“Ahh, lets say that the army actually gets some competent generals. Due to this, I get rewarded the rank of Lieutenant and you get demoted to Private. Now who do I start bi*chin’ to?” Rai whispered.
“Well, Lieutenants usually pass their complaints to the Sergeants; then the Sergeants bi*ch about their Lieutenant’s bi*ching to the Colonels; then the Colonel’s bi*ch about their Sergeant’s bi*ching about their Lieutenant’s bi*chng to the Generals, that’s Pokemon like Articuno and Zapdos; then finally the Generals bi*ch about their Colonel’s bi*ching about their Sergeant’s bi*ching about the Lieutenant’s bi*ching to the Congress. The whole system revolves around the theory of passing the problem on until someone fixes it.” Sarge replied.
He wasn’t kidding that much either. He had tried to order better chow for his troops to replace the Milktank gruel they had to digest. The blankets they sleep in were also unacceptable; its thickness was barely four millimeters long. However, his commanding officer simply said “shut the fu*k up and get outta my fu*kin’ tent now, fu*kin’ redneck” when Sarge tried to address these issues.
A jet of flame shot out from the distance, barely singing the top of Sarge’s head. The attack was unexpected, like all attacks in the Roninto forest. It usually consisted of shouting and random attacks thrown everywhere. The platoon leader that managed to gain control of his squad first usually came out the winner.
“Holy sh*t!”
“Fu*k, fuc*k, where that come from?!?!”
“Oh my God, please don’t let me die…please please pleas…”
More random shouting, more chaos, and more death. The veteran Charmeleon sighed to himself before he issued his order.
“Keep your heads low and your asses down,” Sarge barked as two more flamethrowers and thunderbolts soared above him, “ all of you need to get outta my as* and crawl to a position where you can fight.”
Careful to keep his head low, Sarge scanned the horizon, trying to pinpoint the location of the aggressors. He tried unsuccessfully to block out the screams and cries of his comrades. The attacks were becoming more organized. The inaccurate sporadic firing of thunderbolts and water guns slowly dwindled. Volleys of accurate leaves, fire, water, and thunder replaced it. Sarge could barely keep his head up for three seconds before another volley of elements came at him.
This was precisely the Johto guerilla captain’s plan. By continually shooting an onslaught of attacks, he was hoping to prevent the Kanto platoon from forming an efficient firing line. Though Sarge’s group outnumbered his guerilla fighters 35 to 21, Sarge’s group was in a very poor position. Only 10 Kanto troops had a firing angle on the Johto captain’s camouflaged postion. Of those 10, only four seemed to have the balls to fight back: Sarge, Rai, Blademan, and Sharpe. The rest of the platoon were clearly green from inexperience. Trembling like lambs, they cried for mercy after every casualty. The Grovile guerilla looked out through a small opening in the brush he was hiding in. Slowly, his mouth formed a huge smile, revealing revolting decayed teeth. His plan was working perfectly.
“Sharpe, can you spot their position?” Sarge barked over the cries of his shell-shocked Privates and the groans of his wounded ones.
“Yea Sarge, they’re camouflaged in the heavily wooded area north of here, see-“ he was interrupted by a loud clash of thunder. “-See those fallen trees? The basta*rds are there.”
“God damnit, you fuc*kers need to get your head outta’ my as* and FIGHT BACK,” Rai screamed over the dinning chaos.
However, the privates didn’t seem to be able to comprehend their squad leader’s orders. Some cowardly and greener ones have even got on their feet and starting fleeing, only to be gunned down by a fury of attacks. The tropical scent was replaced by the odor of roasted flesh and flowing blood. Sarge looked around and counted 12 dead bodies. Their blood mixed with the water puddles on the ground, covering the dirt in red. Sarge flinched when a wave of Razor Leafs pierced a fleeing Squirtle by him. Shards of the turtle Pokemon’s shell fell on his face and stung his neck. Finally, a leaf went straight through the young creature’s head, dropping him dead. Bits of brain fell on the ground by the body.
“Fu*k fu*k fu*k, Rai, Blademan, Sharpe WE NEED TO GO BACK.” Sarge shouted. They were losing the numbers advantage. Staying would just mean more bloodshed.
“We ain’t retreating back nowhere if we don’t return some as*-whooping,” Rai said as he shot thunderbolts at the unseen enemy, “FU*KIN COWARDS, FIGHT ME!”
“Rai’s right,” said Blademan through a gashed lip as he flung arcs of bright yellow energy blades at the distant shadow, “we need to provide cover fire if we want to fall back.”
The air filled with dust as the attacks landed closer and closer to Sarge’s head. Sarge squinted through the fiery sandstorm. He could barely see…
“Rai, Blade, Sharpe, attack the dirt in front of us, create some sort of a dust screen.” Sarge coughed out, the dust was getting into his lungs.
As attack after attack hit the ground, the air filled with more thick sediment. Sarge couldn’t tell how many of his soldiers were still behind him…or alive for that matter. He could still feel the warmth of attacks soaring over him, but it was now or never. He had to make his move before the dust settles.
“Retreat, FULL RETREAT TO THE RINTO RIVER!”
The leader got up from the ground and ran from the enemy, the chaos, and the death. A thunderbolt singed his arm, but he couldn’t feel it. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he passed rows after rows of trees. He could see nothing but a green blur…live another day...live another day..
Sarge felt a sharp pain shoot up from his back. He keeled over into the ground, rolling with agony. Slowly reaching for his back, he felt his own blood gushing out of the wound. The fallen Lieutenant looked around at his soon-to-be gravesite. The battle sounds were replaced by an eerie silence. There was no friendly face to comfort him in this dire moment. Instead, he will die in the company of inanimate trees. He will die alone. He coughed out, spraying blood out.
“Sh*t, I’m gonna die here, I’m gonna die a slow death. I’m gonna bleed to death…I’m gonna die…No one will find me…. Damn trees…” Sarge whimpered as he coughed out, spraying another slab of blood on…Rai?
“Snap outta it Sarge, I got ya…” Rai whispered soothingly as the mouse picked up his leader’s fallen body, “we’re going home now…we’re going home now.”
Rai saw the jagged leaf sticking out of Sarge’s body. It’s going to have to wait, he thought. He started running towards the Rinto River…to life…
“Sh*t Sarge, may I suggest 1-800-Jenny Craig once this god damn war is over,” Rai joked. The great oaf was no joke to carry even after weeks of short food supplies. Also, Rai thought, the best thing to do was to calm the lizard down so he won’t lose any more blood.
His ears dimmed for a minute. He could hear nothing except an annoying buzzing sound. The shrew saw leaves sticking up from the ground. Quickly but gently Rai put Sarge on the ground and faced the Bayleef that stood behind him. The mouse scanned his foe. His eyes immediately fell on the strange polygonal markings the leaf Pokemon had tattooed all over its body. So that’s the sign of Lugia. Rai reached up for his buzzing right ear. He felt something wet. Heh, couples of inches lower and I’ll be dead right alongside Sarge….
The Bayleef sent another round of leaves at Rai, but this time the veteran mouse was ready. A small bolt of thunder deflected each leaf. Clink. Clink. Clink. Bayleef waved his head to send yet another round, but the leaves never came out. Instead, like a tall tree getting cut down by a woodsman, the long slender neck of the grass Pokemon fell from the rest of its torso. The head rolled to the right of the body for a few inches before coming to a rest. The stump on the body was like a geyser spraying out blood. It stumbled around for a few seconds before falling alongside its separated head.
“What the hell are you waiting for, come the fu*k along, evac is coming” ordered Blademan. His blade was glowing. He quickly turned and ran north.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” Rai said as he struggled to keep up with his bug friend.
Don’t worry Sarge you’ll be O.K.” Blademan said as he stared at the semi-unconscious reptile in Rai’s arms, “fu*k that’s a giant piece of green sh*t, we have any healing Pokemon in our platoon?” he asked as he saw the leaf protruding out of Sarge’s bloody back.
“Even if we did, they’re probably dead now.” Rai replied. So many dead…
The lush greens became fewer and smaller. Light was beginning to poke through. The sound of rushing water could be heard nearby. It feels so warm, Sarge thought to himself. Rai and Blademan moved through the clearing and onto a bank by the roaring Rinto River. Magikarp and Goldeen were struggling to swim against the strong current. Other members of the platoon, mostly Pokemon who listened to Sarge’s orders, sat by nursing wounds and shaking heads. There were only 10. Sharpe, the only one left unscathed during the skirmish, was busy trying to stop the bleeding of a badly wounded Elekid.
“Release the haze so the Pidgeot can see us” Blademan ordered. He then turned and ran back into the forest to find more survivors.
Groaning and moaning the survivors reached into their packs and pulled out small purple balls. They dropped them onto the ground, releasing a haze of purple gas.
“Someone get me some tweezers, I need to play doctor on our lizard friend here,” Rai barked.
“Like…Operation? I love that game…me and my sis use to…to…” Sarge yawned and closed his eyes.
“My sister and I, Sarge, my sister and I…” Rai answered back.
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