War and Pokemon

[Infinite Master Sceptile]

I'm writing a one-shot as a prelude to my chaptered fic Clouded Jewel, which I've been incredibly lazy with.
This one-shot will be called The Auranian War. It focuses around Lt. Surge's exploits in a battle taking place in Sevault Canyon in the Sevii Islands.
The problem is figuring out how wars work in the Pokemon world. I think it would greatly resemble what we see at the beginning of the eighth movie.
A combination of Pokemon, heavy artillery, and infantry would be used.
But I'd like input on this. Also I was wondering if anyone here is a military technology enthusiast, because it would be nice to use real world weaponry.
So what do you writers think?

 

[Omega Pirate]

I think a war with pokemon etc. would be awesome. Though there could be obvious and maybe unfair advantages.

 

[Chibi Pika]

Heavy artillery and stuff would be cool, but I don't think it'd stand a chance against Pokemon forces unless it was equipped with energy shileds and stuff. You know, it could run on electric Pokemon energy and fire projectiles similar to Pokemn attacks (fire ice, ect.)

Cause think about it. A Psychic type could stop a tank any day.

~Chibi~;249;<?>;rukario;

 

[POKErUsAm]

what if humans started useing nukes and just captured them to be on their side or somthing in that matter?

 

[Negrek]

I think that a war involving pokemon would be very interesting. Most of the combatants would have to be trainers, of course, or there would need to be battallions of skilled pokemon infantry. I think that mechanization would be relatively low, unless you had very advanced military technology going on, as Chibi Pika pointed out. Most stuff gets shredded by a good fire blast or psychic attack.

As far as nukes go, you have to consider the huge consequences of using one. It ain't gonna be pretty. As for capturing pokemon on the opposing side, that depends on your views on capturing pokemon. If you think that pokemon can be recaptured by other trainers without use of advanced technology, sure, that could work. Otherwise I suppose you could try snagging away some of the enemy soldiers, depending on the time period you were talking about for the war.

Also, consider the different types of units that you could mobilize on each side. The fact that pokemon will ocme into play offers all sorts of unique air and cavalry options; I imagine you'd have a fair number of people mounted on a pokemon of some kind, or even pokemon riding different kinds of pokemon.

 

[Infinite Master Sceptile]

Nukes? Funny you should mention that. It just so happens that..um...never mind. I'll give you a hint. What place does Aurania sound like from the games?
Muhaha.
Pokemon Wars are great fun.

 

[Haunter]

Somewhat like Orre.

 

[POKErUsAm]

it would be really sweet though.but if the humans did have nukes and stuff i thought to myself,protect,barrier,ect...though that be very unfair,so if ya did that you have tohave them a little effect on them.

 

[Kamex]

Sounds interesting. Actually, I wrote a Pokemon fanfic about war. It was called... well, Pokemon War. Yeah, not very creative, but...

Anyway, in my fic there weren't any mechanical weapons. The only weapons were Pokemon, and I placed it in Cerulean City, which had already been effected by war, and so was called the Cerulean Ruins...

Anyway, if you're going to have tanks and machine guns and stuff in it, you'll probably have to think differently than the way I thought. As I believe was earlier mentioned, try not to make the Pokemon overshadowed and weak compared with the weapons... unless that's part of your plot, of course.

 

[Xiang]

Also, unlike the anime, in war, the attacks would bring around a lot, wouldn't it? Hyper Beam would no longer leave scratch marks, but add scars and broken bones to the battlefield. I always though that was common sense and that the anime made violence a whole lot less gory. ¬_¬

There'd be explosions too, when some attacks meet. And body parts. Just try not to make it too gruesome or the goriness'll distract some people.

And there has to be a reason for this war, that's what I am mostly interested it. A story behind. But that's really obvious.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

I had an idea for an RPG once, that involved a war between humans and pokemon (plot was weird, in the end I couldn't get it to make good enough sense). Anyway, I imagined humans using weapons that were modeled after pokemon and their attacks. I'll give some examples.

Growlithe Class - Flamethrower Unit
Arcanine Class - Fireblast Unit

Both Flamethrowers of different sizes and strengths.

Regi Class - Automated Combat Unit

Think along the lines of the Loader suit Ripley wears in Aliens, or the gun units used in the fight for Zion at the end of Matrix Revolutions.

Voltorb Class Explosives

High yield grenades, or bombs of some kind.

Light Screen Defence Net
Reflect Defence Net

Shields for bases, troops, etc inspired by Pokemon defence skills.

That's just some ideas, for how I see a mass war taking place. I don't know if this helps at all, but fel free to use what you want. I think wikipedia has lots of info on weapons, if you need to look up technical specs and such.

 

[Ash_Junior]

ooh....Pokemon war....my specialty!

I've made this my trademark....

all right...I summed up my position and stuff in Chapter 8 of Hell Hath no Fury: An Ice Queen's Saga:

Fretin heard a slight buzzing sound over his headset, then another, then another. He smiled. Long-short-long. The signal to go. He glanced over at the Jynx that had been assigned to him and nodded.

The basic precepts of Pokemon warfare, as every military man knew, were not that different than normal battling without Pokemon, with one very major difference. Psychics. Psychis were what made battling with Pokemon so very, very tricky.

You always wanted at least one Psychic on your side to protect the minds of your troops, and to coordinate efforts, as well as provide a Barrier to protect your men from physical attack. As a general rule of thumb, you needed one Psychic for every seven hundred men. If you had more than one Psychic, you could engage in Psionic warfare. That was, of course, engaging the opposing “Guardian” Psychic, trying to disrupt the other Pokemon’s coordination of the opposing army. The more powerful the Psychic, the better. Alakazams were ideal for this role, due to the fact that while they couldn’t take very much physical damage before they fainted, they could take quite a beating mentally. Of course, if you had enough Alakazams to cover your men, you would want to utilize your OTHER Psychics in roles more fitting to their species.

Fretin had two Alakazams, five Hypnos, and more than thirty Jynx. This meant that he would have one Guardian Alakazam, and one offensive Alakazam. Hypnos, due to their ability to take a beating both mentally and physically, were ideal for the front lines. As the enemy approached or the enemy was being approached, they could use their Psybeams at long range, and their more powerful Psychics at close range before closing to point-blank range. Jynx, on the other hand, were more fragile, in both body and mind.

The four ranges used in Pokemon combat were generally Long-range, Medium-range, Short-range, and Point Blank-range. Each of the ranges corresponded with various attacks.

Long-range attacks, while small in number, were very powerful, and consisted mainly of the various beams—Solar Beam, Hyper Beam, Psybeam, Auroura Beam, Ice Beam, and other beams; well as cannon attacks such as Zap Cannon, Spike Cannon, and Octazooka; Tri-Attack; the most powerful elemental attacks such as Fire Blast, Hydro Pump, and Thunderbolt; and Pin Missile. Medium-range attacks consisted of attacks such as Swift; medium-powered elemental attacks such as Dragon Rage, Twineedle, Thunder, Flamewheel, Fire Spin, Nightmare, Psychic, Razor Leaf, Toxic, and many others. Short-range attacks were generally attacks that damaged the opponent while not being directly touched by the attacker. Point Blank attacks, of course, were such attacks such as Tackle, Fighting-type moves, Dark-type moves, and any moves that caused damage by direct contact of Pokemon. There was also a fifth type of move, the Status Alterers; such as healing types or status raising techniques. Of course, there were many other moves, such as Teleport.

Fretin looked down at the Verin Retreat. The four buildings formed a square, and in the center was a small building beside the retreat’s airstrip. It was the main Verin Retreat base, and was where Gertal was most likely held. Anyone that wanted to reach the base, however, would first have to fight past the strongest defenses of any Resort in Nuschantz. This was, in fact, why the Verin Retreat had been chosen as the capitol of the country. No force had ever broken through the Retreat’s walls. Until today.

Fretin narrowed his eyes. He knew that this was the tourist off season, and that meant that there wouldn’t be as much of a defense, and would fight him to a stalemate if he were trying to take the resort over. However, he wasn’t trying to take the resort over. He wanted Gertal.

He glanced to his left, and nodded. Immediately, the Alakazam that shielded his group from psionic detection raised its psionic defenses. Because of this, any Psychic inside the base would see his force as easily as a Snorlax would see a garbage dump from thirty yards away. In seconds, he knew, the base’s own defenses would be raised, buth e had just enough time to launch one quick volley before it was too late.

The Psybeams, Solar Beams, Hyper Beams, Ice Beams, and Auroura Beams ripped into the nearest of the buildings of the Verin Retreat just before the bubble of a Barrier flickered into existence over the Retreat itself. Milliseconds later, a Barrier appeared over Fretin’s men in time to block the scattered Psybeams that returned.

As per his orders, none of his men or Pokemon returned fire after the opening volley as the Guardian Alakazam linked their minds one by one. Fretin felt the touch of the Psychic, and, moments later, he was connected to every one of his men and Pokemon. Ordinarily, they would have been linked beforehand, but there was no way that he could have done so without revealing himself to the Resorters at the same time.

“All right,” Fretin said out loud, and knew that every one of his men could hear him, “Bring up the RPGs.” Rocket-Propelled Grenades, or “bazookas” as they had been nicknamed, were the weapon of choice for bringing down Barriers. Pokemon attacks simply didn’t have the sheer power to focus on a certain point at a certain time as the RPGs did. Without Psionic assistance, RPGs would be almost useless. With Psionic assistance, they were one of the most deadly weapons there were. They were slow, but they were powerful.

Fretin watched as the scattered Psybeams began to from into a more cohesive pattern, and Ice Beams began to join them. Obviously, Lefar Verin was recovering, and getting his men ready. He had to know that a crushing blow was about to fall, but Fretin knew that he didn’t know where it was from.

“Aim for the highest concentration of fire,” he said, and mentally shifted his mental focus to the snipers, “Be ready,” he said, feeling the Alakazam direct his thoughts to them.

Then, suddenly, over forty RPGs were fired, and the origins of their smoke trails immediately attracted the fire of the Ice Beams. Suddenly, a Flamethrower reached out and struck the shield. Then a Fire Blast. Fretin grinned. They were bringing out the big guns.

Seconds before the missiles struck, in a precisely concerted effort, Pokemon up and down his line fired. Psybeams, Ice Beams, Solar Beams Hyper Beams, as well as a stray Fire Blast and a Thunderbolt from somewhere were flung against the opposing Psychic’s Defense Shield at the exact same moment the RPGs struck it. “Fire at will,” Fretin said, and the beams struck out again, once again nearly in unity, and then again, more haphazardly.

The opposing Barrier flickered for a moment, then dropped completely. The withering barrage laid waste to the two closest buildings, and the return fire declined before peteringed out altogether. Fretin frowned. “Cease Fire,” he said. Something wasn’t right. This was too easy.

And then he realized exactly what was happening. Somehow, the Resorters had discovered his second task force. He only had thirty-five men at his position. They were meant to be a diversionary tactic, to lure out the main bulk of the Verin Retreat’s men. Then, when the battle was fully joined, his second force would sweep in from the opposite direction, and take Gertal.

There was no way that that Barrier had been put up by an Alakazam. It was definitely the work of Jynx. Many Jynx working in tandem, most assuredly, but Jynx nonetheless. That meant that the resorts main force wasn’t inside the Retreat, but was in the mountains surrounding the Retreat. Fretin swallowed, and felt his skin grow cold. “Jynx, scan for a Psionic blocking field.” He said.

If Psychics worked hard enough, they could find Psychics that were preventing themselves and others from being seen. But it took a lot more work to find them than it did to make the field. The search lasted only a second, but it seemed to take an eternity. And then there it was. “Pincer!” Fretin yelled, “Darks and Fighters to the rear!” He whirled around, searching the top of the hill for the force that would appear there in seconds, “We’re being flanked! Down into the Retreat, now!”

Then there was confusion in his ranks as the Drak types and Fighting types moved to the rear to protect the retreat/charge, and the humans and other more fragile Pokemon began their march down to the Retreat. “Contact the Secondary Force,” He said, grateful for the link that the Alakazam provided to all of his men, “Activate them, and have them meet us in the Retreat.” He glanced over his shoulder, and there he saw them. The first ranks of the Verin Retreat’s finest. Their silver and blue uniforms shone in the sun, and the ranks of men and Pokemon stood menacingly. And then the first Fire Blast hit the center of a bunched formation, and men flew everywhere. Fretin whipped his head around to see his men charging down the hill that they had been hiding behind, and the Pokemon that had been assigned to them firing at the Retreat’s men. Within seconds, both forces had their Barriers up, but the retreating Resorters had been confused for a few critical seconds.

Seconds which Fretin and his men and Pokemon used to charge down into the Retreat. “Dark, Fighting, begin pulling back,” he said, pulling out his assault rifle, “Snipers, do your jobs.” He said. The snipers weren’t in his formation at all. He had considered it, but thankfully had decided against it. Now, they could take potshots at the Verin forces. Not that that would do a lot of good, but every little bit helped.

As Fretin ran down with his men into the Retreat, and watched the short-range attacks flying every which way, he wondered how long it would take Lefar to bring his equines into the battle. Once he did that, the battle would be largely over.

Fretin caught a mental warning and threw himself behind a rock, and an Ice Beam barely missed him. He popped up over the top of the rock and let loose three short bursts with his assault rifle. He saw the Pokemon fall to the ground, and he continued his run into the Retreat. Without the Fighting and Dark types, the assault was much more difficult, but the fighting and dark types on the opposite side of the base were doing an admirable job of forcing the Verins back.

Fretinn knew that now his men would be a diversion that kept the Retreaters at bay long enough so the Secondary Force could get Gertal. His men were already at the top of the base. He raised his rifle again and fired several more bursts. He glanced behind him, and saw that the Verin charge was already underway.

Suddenly, something around him changed, and he heard one of his men saying that the field that had prevented their teleportation directly to Gertal was down. Several Psychics immediately teleported down to the prison, and spirited their leader away. Fretin grinned, and called for the retreat. It was a great day for Nuschantz. Team Blizzard had their leader once more, and soon, Nuschantz would be theirs.

Fretin began pulling away from the Retreat, and watched as the Psychics began teleporting his men away, and knew that he would be among the last to leave the battleground. He had chosen the honor, and he would serve it. He wouldn’t have his men stay behind to fight just so that he could get away. What kind of general would he be then?

No, he would be the very last person to be teleported away. If he died, then he died defending Team Blizzard, not the other way around.

All around him his men were disappearing, but they were also dying much faster. Without their comrades to protect them, the Verinners were moving that much more easily through their ranks. He knew that retreating in this fashion would have a higher casualty rate, but he didn’t see any other choice. The Base was hidden, and it needed to remain hidden.

This was the only way to get back there without giving away the base’s location.

Fretin was finally away from the retreat, and a good distance up a hill. He dove in among a pile of rocks, and began firing his rifle nonstop at the approaching force of Retreaters. By now, there was nearly no one left on the battlefield BUT Lefar’s men. He swept his rifle back and forth, and flinched slightly as attacks of all shapes and sizes exploded all around him, but he wouldn’t stop firing until he was away from the battle.

He saw a horse rushing for him, and he shifted his aim. The horse stumbled and fell, but the rider leaped from his horse to cover behind a fallen rocks, and fired at Fretin. Fretin cursed and ducked down behind the rock, knowing that within seconds, his position would be overrun and he would be dead.

He braced himself for one last surge before he died, and suddenly felt the world around him melting away. He relaxed as the familiar sensations of the Teleport technique enveloped him. He was safe. He was away. He had won.

and Chapter 13 of the same fic:

Giovanni was mad. Very mad. He was almost mad enough to spit nails. If he had had any left in his mouth. He and his men had been assigned to protect the Hampton Haven, and he had been forced to abandon it. True, he had been facing at least five thousand men, and every one of them were better equipped and better trained than his men, but he was still mad about it. And he would make them pay.

Very soon, in fact, they would pay. His scouts, the ones that hadn’t been caught and killed, had reported that the main Blizzard force had moved on, leaving just under three hundred men to guard the resort. Of course, Giovanni now had only about four hundred, but he was reasonably sure that he’d be able to take them on.

The main thing that had surprised Giovanni and his men had been their tactics. They had used Light Screens and Reflect Screens to prevent most damage to their men. Giovanni and his men had neither of those things. So, of course, it had been a massacre. Fortunately, he had been able to get most of his men out.

This time he would learn from his mistake. He had gone to each of his lieutenants and had found every Pokémon that could put up either a Reflect screen or a Light Screen, and had conscripted them to do that very thing. He had also organized his men into various divisions, according to type, rather than according to who the Pokémon belonged to. He probably should have done that in the first place, but there was no changing things now.

Especially because they were mere minutes away from an attack on the Hampton Haven. Giovanni had sworn to protect the resort, and would stand by his word. He had positioned his men into three wings, and had gotten them settled in. He would have preferred to wait a day longer, but he had gotten word of Blizzard reinforcements marching towards the Haven. He had a window of only a matter of hours to take the resort and get its defenses in place.

So here he was, climbing up to the top of a ridge that overlooked the Hampton Haven. He peeked up over the crest of the hill, and nearly had his head vaporized by an Ice Beam that flew by two inches from his face.

Giovanni jerked his head down and glared at his subordinate. “How did they do that?” he demanded, but the young man didn’t have time to respond before reports were coming in over his radio that there was significant Psionic interference among the troops. Some had even apparently been taken over by whatever Psychics were down in the Hampton. He grabbed his radio, “fall back,” he said quickly.

Giovanni grimaced. Once again the Nuschantians had devised a way to defeat him. He needed to withdraw, figure out what exactly was going on, and how to beat it. By that time, he knew, his window for taking the Hampton Haven would be closed. And he would have failed the Nuschantians he had sworn to protect.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see any way for him to move in on the Hampton Haven any time in the immediate future. That meant that he would need to make a strategic retreat. Suddenly, he began to hear a voice in his head, telling him to stand up, and to wave his hands.

Giovanni shook it off. He knew that if he did that, he’d be killed. It had to be the Psionic interference he’d been told about. Somehow they had gotten their Psychics to try to take over his men’s minds. He grabbed his radio, but moved slowly, as if in a dream, “Psychic division, where are you?” he demanded, feeling is ability to resist the voice begin to sharply decline.

From his left, he heard a scream, and glanced over to see one of his men tumbling down the back side of the hill, a massive hole passing through all the way through him, and suddenly the voice in his head was insignificant. His eyes narrowed. They had killed one of his men. He could still hear the voice, but he didn’t care about it anymore.

A silent rage came over him, and he didn’t care about anything but avenging his fallen comrade mattered to him. With a roar, he pulled out his pistol, leaped up, and charged down the hill, releasing his Pokémon as he ran. His men, stunned, began to follow his example.

For some reason, the people in the Hampton Haven didn’t respond until he was nearly halfway down the hill, and by then, it was all over. By that time, Giovanni’s men had gotten their Light Screens and Reflect Screens up, and the first few scattered Ice Beams merely reflected off and into the sky, dissipating high in the atmosphere.

The return fire from Giovanni’s troops, however, met little resistance. As Giovanni would surmise later, the Blizzards had expected him to retreat under the Psionic Assault, and had not erected any defensive screens. By the time that the screens were put up, Giovanni’s attack that surprised even his own men was fully underway, and several of his men and Pokémon were actually under the Psionic Defensive screens.

Giovanni glanced to his right, and saw a Blizzard. With all the calm of a practiced soldier, he calmly brought his pistol over and fired. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was, but all he knew was that the murderous rage that had sent him flying down the hill was gone. He couldn’t explain it, but somehow, he wasn’t operating on rage, now, he was operating on pure skill and instinct. He had somehow gotten into the tunnels that ranged below the resort that he and his men had become very familiar with.

The formerly plush hallways had been stripped to the bare walls and bare floors, and bright lights had been shining behind him, casting a shadow into the hallway, before he’d shot them out. He did have a problem, however. He was running out of ammunition. He had picked up a Blizzard pistol, but it only had a few shots. Additionally, he’d been separated from his entire team, except for his Nidoking and queen. They were watching his back. He was responsible for the front arc.

Giovanni raised his pistol and moved forward, towards a closed door. He leaned against it and listened. He could hear men inside talking in low voices, and the distinctive sound of magazines being slammed into guns.

He grimaced, and looked at his gun. Unless he had some kind of advantage, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything of value. He had come here because it was the main jail facility, and the main armory as well. If any Nuschantian prisoners were still held at the Hampton Haven, they would be held here.

He glanced at his two ground types, and grinned. He DID have an advantage, he realized, after all.

+++++

Tenloss glanced over at Holen, both armed to the teeth, and fully half the security force that had been assigned to the Nuschantian prisoners. They had not been given Pokemon, because their superiors had assured them that the weaponry in the adjoining armory would be more than enough to take care of anything that came their way.

“They’re right outside, right?” Tenloss asked Holen, who was standing behind a bank of camera monitors.

Holen nodded, “Yeah, they were, before they shot the camera out.”

Then, everything changed. The door burst open, and a huge fist retracted from the opening, and to one side of the door. Instantly, dozens, if not hundreds, of bullets roared through the doorway, missing the hand by centimeters. The bullet casings fell onto the floor, the air became permeated with gunpowder, and the Blizzards’ ears began to ring from the sheer amount of noise that permeated the very air of the room.

Then the sand entered the room. From either side of the doorway, a massive figure suddenly appeared, and both sprayed sand into the eyes of the gunners. Instinctively, they stopped firing and raised their hands to their eyes. Tenloss did have a small bit of reassurance in that he heard a roar of pain.

But his rejoicing was short-lived, and was killed completely by the first gunshot and Holen’s screams. There were more shots, and more screaming. Tenloss fired wildly, but only heard the sound of exploding circuitry. Then one more shot that wasn’t from his gun sounded, and then all there was was pain.

+++++

Giovanni stood over the bodies of the four Blizzards, pointing his gun at each of them in succession. “Get in here,” he called over his shoulder, and his two hulking Pokemon entered the room. Nidoking, he noticed, was favoring his left leg. “Keep an eye on ‘em,” he said quietly, “I’m not sure if they’re totally dead. If any are still alive and so much as look at you wrong, make sure that they’re dead.”

They both nodded, and Giovanni moved to the soundproof door beyond which, he knew, the prisoners were kept. He opened the door, and didn’t think about until later that it was unlocked, and walked through.

From then on, until the end of his life, he would never forget the overjoyed cries of the Nuschantian prisoners.

+++++

Giovanni looked up from the rifle he had commandeered from the arms locker that was now several stories beneath his feet. He’d given orders that every Nuschantian and Kantan be armed with the weapons in the locker, in order to help fend off the Blizzard’s second wave, which would come over the crest of the hill he was facing any second.

He had gotten one gun from the armory that he liked particularly. It was a pistol that had a fifty-bullet clip, a laser sight to help him aim, electric darts that acted as ranged tazers, and many other bells and whistles. He made a mental note to ask the Nuschantians later if he could keep it.

He shook his head, and brought himself back to the present. The Blizzards were coming up over the hill. He waited as the first rounds of the defenders roared in towards the Blizzards, and, for some reason, struck Psionic Barriers only five feet from their targets.

And there weren’t many targets, either. Giovanni frowned. There were only five people that had come over the hill. And they were waving a white flag. And it looked like they only had a Jynx with them.

He grabbed his radio, “Hold you fire,” he said, “Let ‘em approach. Biggs, you and your squad meet up with me at the northwest corner of what used to be the terminal for the ice runway.”

+++++

The Blizzard yawned. It was a quiet night. The Nuschantians had barely managed to mount a defense against the lightning attack that he had led nearly three hours before. The Hudson Resort was firmly in the hands of Team Blizzard, and would stay that way, as long as he had a say in it.

True, he only had about a hundred men, but that would be good enough to defeat nearly any force the Nuschantians threw at him, unless they left one of their cities vulnerable to an attack.

He had heard that the Loyalists were planning to attack him, but he wasn’t worried. By the time that they organized an attack, Eltan and Ghrenda would be finished with their plan, and he would have reinforcements being sent to him again.

He glanced out towards the mountain that towered over the Resort, and frowned. Was that movement? It was probably just a Piloswine or something. He glanced over his shoulder at the main resort building. The lights were on, and the sounds of celebration were coming from inside.

He stamped his feet, wishing he were inside, away from the cold. He had just had to volunteer for guard duty, hadn’t he? He glanced at his chronometer. Five more minutes, and he’d be relieved. Then he’d be able to relax for the rest of the night.

He looked up at the building, and smiled. It was at least ten stories high, and the size of four Indigo League Colosseums. He could almost imagine the soft beds that waited for him inside. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be able to get some well-earned sleep.

Or so he thought. He never saw or heard the Psybeam the struck him in the back of the head. It burned literally through his brain, and it felt as if someone was twisting his brain inside out. The sheer pain of the sudden assault made him cry out unconsciously, and the impact sent him sprawling, limp to the ground. The Jynx that had fired the attack slipped back into hiding, waiting for the inevitable. Sooner or later, someone would come out to see why the man had screamed.

It did not take long. Several Blizzards, obviously drunk, staggered out of the main hostel, and went over to their comrade. The Jynx shifted, preparing to teleport, but then they closed the door behind themselves. It growled to itself in frustration. Despite learning Teleport from the TM she’d been given, she still couldn’t teleport through walls, or even glass. She’d just have to wait. When the drunk Blizzards saw the man on the ground, they at first laughed amongst themselves, then tried to pick him up.

The Blizzard at the unconscious man’s head jerked his hands away, and stared at them. They were covered in blood. Then, the Blizzard who had went around to the man’s head froze, and yelled for help. Immediately, about a dozen more Blizzards came out the door, leaving it ajar. Immediately, the Jynx teleported through the door, and began its Blizzard Technique. That was the signal to begin.

Dozens of men leaped up from behind boulders, crests of snow, and even some of the outbuildings that weren’t being used. They all charged the main building of the Hudson Resort. There was the characteristic sound of Pokemon being released, and then the size of the attacking force more than quadrupled.

The drunk men looked up, startled, and reached for their belts, but were cut down by the first volley of Ice Beams before they could get very far. The men rushing out of the Hotel managed to get several Pokemon released before they were Psybeamed in the back by the Jynx that had teleported inside the main building.

The rebel Blizzard Pokemon put up a valiant fight, but they were outmatched in sheer numbers, and were swept up or trampled by the onrushing Loyalist Pokemon. The Loyalist Pokemon poured through the door, and overwhelmed the first floor of the building almost immediately, but faced heavy resistance when they tried to go up the stairs.

An Aggron, a Medicham, and a Houndoom held at bay the torrents of Sneasel, Jynx, and Delibirds trying to rush up the stairs with a flurry of Swifts, Psychics, and Flamethrowers, but they too were pushed back, slowly but inexorably.

At another staircase, the rebel Blizzards launched a counter-attack with several Glalie, Sneasel, Lapras, and Walrein, but were pushed back up the staircase within minutes, only to be trapped by a contingent of Loyalist Pokemon that had broken past the rebel Blizzards on another staircase.

There was no stopping the Loyalist Pokemon from taking the entire building. They refused to let the Rebel Blizzards stop for a moment to catch their breath, and instead pushed onwards, until the last of the rebel Blizzards, cornered on the roof, surrendered unconditionally.

Bugsy peered through the foliage, hoping to see the Viridian City boys any time. Claire had her men and women in position to begin the attack on the Ice Caves, but had agreed with him that sending in Kantans to the caves without a guide was tantamount to suicide for them, and had volunteered to go. Claire had agreed eagerly, no doubt eager to retake the control he had taken from her over her troops.

Now he was waiting jut outside the Ice Caves for the Emerald City Boys, as they had called themselves, to show up. He didn't have to wait long. Tehre was one of the scout Sentret there. Bugsy stood up slowly, both hands out in front of him. The Sentret looked at him suspicikously for a moment, then recognized him. With an excited squeal, it bounded forward, nattering on at the top of the thing's lung capacity.

Bugsy grimaced. So much for his surprise attack. He had forgotten how unruly trainers could be. Sure, the gym leaders had some semblance of what could loosely be called military order, and Claire most certainly did minutes after Steven left the city, but the majority fo trainers, and trained Pokemon, for that matter, didn't think much of tactics, but acted in what they thought of what was best for them at that exact moment.

If there was a Pokemon that they wanted to battle, they would charge, fall back, or move off on an angle that spelled suicide for the rest of the group. They would split off from the main camp without warning, sometimes for good, sometimes to catch a Pokemon that they still “needed,” despite the fact that they generally owned at least theirty Pokemon, or simply left the camp in defiance.

Bugsy took a deep breath as he shushed the little thing, quicklyt explaining that it wasn't safe to make that much noise around here. He pulled the little creature down, and scanned the hills, wondering if he had been compromised.

He didn't have long to wait. Within a minute, Ice Beams began to land all around him. Bugsy grimaed, but held his position. Then more Ice Beams ebgan to rain fire on the boulder he was using as cover. Then a Hyper Beam hit the far side of the boulder, and it shuddered. Bugdsy looked up, startled, and saw a crack had formed, even on his siude of the rock, and was growing wider with each Ice Beam that hit the rock.

He groaned and ran for the forest, mere yards away from where he had been waiting just outside the Ice Caves entrance. Instantly, the Ice Beams changed their firing angles, and began firing at Bugsy.

He made it into the forest with a leap, and glanced around to make sure that the Sentret was still with him. It was, and several feet ahead of him, too. He slowly got to his feet and began jogging back towards the Emerald City Boys' most likely marching route. “Soundthe retreat signal,” he said to the Sentret.

The normal type looked at him quizzically, and Bugsy groaned. “You don't HAVE a retreat signal?” he demanded. The Sentret shook its head mournfully. “Great,” he muttered, “Just great.” He pulled out the handheld radio and depressed the transmit button, hoping Claire wasn't too far into the Ice Cavesyet. “Claire,” he said into it, “One of the Sentret over here got a little overzealous and gave away the trap. We're gonna head for New Bark on the Secondary plan.”

The truth was,they didn't have a secondary plan, but heading to New Bark Town was as good a secondary plan as any. And if any blizzards were listening, it would give them a moment's pause without giving them any information they didn't already have.

Bugsy grimaced as he heard Claire's response. From the amount of static on the radio, and the sounds accompanying hervoice, she was in the middle of a battle.

Bugsy sighed, “Take me to your leader,” he said to the Sentret, grinning slightly, then paused. No. They weren't that stupid, were they?

Bugsy sighed and set off in the direction of the smoke curling above the leaves almost a mile away, hoping he would get to the Kantans before anyone else did, and noticed absently that the Sentret was heading in the same direction. He groaned. Maybe this war would be harder than he had first thought.

as you can see...it's a very prominent thing in my work....

now, in Operation: Celebi, I have:

New Bark Town wasn't much of a town. It wasn't much of anything. It was the Johto equivalent of Pallet Town, in that the only thing keeping the town going at all was a Pokemon lab. The only difference, really, was that this lab belonged to Professor Elm. But soon, the town would be only a memory.

It was nearly dark. The perfect time for an attack. The diurnal Pokemon would be at the top of their game, and the nocturnal Pokemon would have energy to do the most damage. Butch narrowed his eyes. He had warned the Global Police to stop their harrassment of Team Rocket four days before, in a press release sent to the JNN studios. The Global Police had ignored it. This was their punishment for doing so.

Butch was tall, with an average build and blue hair. His dark uniform identified him as one of Team Rocket's elite. The white gloves that he normally wore had been traded in for dark gloves that wouldn't stand out in the dark.

Somewhere, he knew, Cassidy, his partner, was commanding the other half of the strike force. Slightly taller than himself, Cassidy had golden hair, a petite build, and didn't suffer fools gladly. But then, neither did he. That was, Butch mused amusedly, the result of their Engaran upbringing. These fools he was about to lead into battle had no idea that Team Rocket would eventually be destroyed, only to make way for Engaran annexation.

Kanto needed to be taken, Butch knew, before Lont would return. He felt a little guilty that he couldn't tell the Kantans or Johtans, or even his fellow Rockets about Lont, but he knew that if he was going to help his home country bring be around when Lont returned, he would not be able to tell anyone about him, yet.

Stephen the Pillar had been the first to have dreams from Lont, and told him that he needed to accomplish certain tasks, and if he could accomplish them, his power would be unmatched in all the world.

Stephen the Weakling, as he was known in Engara, had failed, but Engara carried on his legacy, and tried to accomplish Lont's tasks, so that they might be the inheritors of the power it would take to destroy the accursed Tintians, who repeatedly stopped them from spreading the knowledge of Lont, even after explanations had been given. They had, in fact, been instrumental in Stephen the Weakling's failure to accomplish Lont's tasks.

Butch's eyes narrowed, and smiled slightly. He felt honored to have been chosen as one of the first to help bring about the return of Lont, and the ultimate destruction of the accursed country Tintia.

Butch's radio clicked, and he knew that Cassidy was in position. Butch glanced down at his armament. He held two uzis, a heavy assault sub-machine gun across his back, thirty grenades, about fifty magazines of ammunition in a bandolier, and two short swords in case he had to engage anyone at short range. But that wasn't all.

At a glance and a nod from him, four shoulder-launched RPGs were given to himself and three trusted others, and the four of them aimed the missile launchers at pre-assigned targets. He and Cassidy would be targeting the lab, and the others would take out important buildings such as the Officer Corps Headquarters for the town, the Global Police Station, and other buildings of that ilk.

He had been given direct orders from Giovanni not to attack any civilians unless he were first attacked by them. Engara had given him no such orders, but he bowed to Giovanni's original orders. He had told his men, and they had all aquiesced. Butch supported the RPG with one hand, and reached down to his radio and clicked twice, counted out five beats, aiming at the specific point he had been assigned, and pulled the trigger. Just before he had pulled the trigger, he had taken a slight breath, as had the rest of the men and women in his small grouping, to prevent himself from inhaling any of the vapors.

The jet engine in the rocket caught, and roared forward, sending a blast of heat back over his unit. An explosion rocked New Bark Town. It was the Lab. Butch had been firing from up on top of a hill, slightly inside the forest, and so it would take his missile longer to reach its target. That was Cassidy's missile. She was closer, and it had taken less time. Butch got up and motioned his men forward, discarding the RPG, and taking hold of his uzis, he charged forwards. More explosions rocked New Bark Town, and screams could be heard, mixing with the sharp staccato of gunfire. Once again, that was Cassidy's team. Butch made a hand-motion with his right arm, still holding the uzi, and his Mightyena, Hitmontop, and Primeape charged forwards to take the initial blow, along with the Pokemon of the nine others in his group.

Mightyena led the pack, and let out a loud and terrifying roar. Butch heard Cassidy's Houndoom respond in kind, and even more screams began to erupt. Trainers began to pour out of Route 29, releasing their Pokemon, but as they began to enter the town, several more Pokemon and gunmen emerged from the trees near the path in a flanking maneuver, and cut them down. More trainers emerged from the Route, but more Rockets hidden in the tree sprayed bullets at them, and the trainers retreated. Butch sprayed his own rounds ahead of his charging Pokemon, eliminating as much resistance as he could.

Suddenly, there was a loud "BOOM" and one of the men charging with Butch went down. The Rocket immediately recognized it as the sound of a shotgun, and saw movement where he had guessed the sound came from. He glanced at his Pokemon, and saw that they were too close to their enemies now for him to be spraying rounds indiscriminately. He raised his uzis and began firing at the window where he had glimpsed the movement, along with several others of his troops.. Another scream joined the cacophany of noise, and the shotgun went off again, this time taking out the upper part of the window-pane. Butch was close to the building now, oh, so very close, and motioned his men onwards. Taking out a grenade, he pulled out the pin and hurled it through the broken window, then hurried to catch up with his group. With a roar, the wall blew out, and portions of the roof flew into the air, and crashed down between the groups of fighting Pokemon, who were battling furiously at the second block of New Bark Town. The Rocket Pokemon were pushing the Pokemon back quickly. Butch knew that in every direction, the same scenario was being played out.

He heard another gun belch, but it was too far off for it to be targeting his men. Four more gun uzis opened up, targeting whoever had fired. Then another explosion rocked the town, and a small house tore itself apart. Butch smirked. That grenade had been Cassidy's. They didn't have ordinary grenades. They had modified theirs to increase the explosive yield.

Rockets were peeling off to charge into houses, two per house, and in almost no time at all, there was only one Rocket by himself, and Butch quickly caught up. Another gun opened up, and the man went down, spitting up blood. Butch raised the Uzis and pulled the triggers. Four rounds spat out of the barrels before he heard them click. They were out of bullets. Throwing them away angrily, Butch rolled to his left and pulled the assault rifle to a firing position, peered through the scope, and let loose with a barrage of bullets that ripped apart the walls of the building the woman, he saw, had been firing from, and reached the woman. The last Butch saw of her was her spinning away. from the window. To make sure she wouldn't present a problem, he pulled the pin out of another grenade and threw it through the window.

He kept moving forward, and suddenly he was in the rear of the Pokemon battle. He raised his rifle, took careful aim, and pulled the trigger three times in quick succession, and a Rattata that had been preparing for an attack went down. He heard someone cry out, and someone lunge at him, forgetting, or, more likely, not caring that there was a battle of Pokemon between them, but an Ice Beam reached her first and flung her back, until she hit the railing of what looked like a grocery store. She flew through it, and through the front window. Part of the roof over what looked like a boardwalk collapsed.

Gunshots were now more sporadic, and the main sounds were the Pokemon battling, and occasional screams, and sometimes an explosion or two from a grenade. Butch continued firing whenever he had a clear shot, and the Johtan Pokemon were eventually pushed back, until they were all unconscious or dead. Those that were unconscious were very lucky to be alive, and had either gotten that way before Butch and other Rockets had arrived, or had fainted too quickly for them to target.

and from the final chapter of Operation: Celebi:

Gary was back in the forward command post when he first had any hint that something was wrong. “Psychic twelve, I'm picking up a strong Psychic coming from inside the tower. It just appeared. Is the equipment malfunctioning, or....” he trailed off. If they had a powerful Psychic in there, the battle would probably shift against them. Before the commander of the Psychic squad had a chance to respond, an explosion ripped through the air. Gary froze and looked up at the Pokemon Tower. Flames were roaring out of the side of the building. What was going on?

The flames withdrew back into the tower, revealing a gaping hole midway up the tower. For a split second, nothing happened. Gary turned to his radio, and gestured to Sabrina. “Get out of there!” he screamed into his headset. “Get out of there!”

Then the disaster that he had foreseen came to pass. Slowly, the top half of the Pokemon Tower began to sag over the empty space the explosion had provided, and debris began to fall among the battlers in the Lavender Square. “Get out of there!” Gary kept screaming into his radio. “Get out of there!”

The sagging tower was bending the metal on the other side, and was ripping the tower itself apart. “Get out of there!” Gary watched helplessly as the better part of the tower collapsed onto the Lavender Town Plaza, and fell onto hundreds of trainers and Pokemon, killing them instantly. “Get out of there!” he yelled, raising an arm in front of his face to protect him from the wall of dust and dirt that flew outwards from the Plaza.

“Get out of there!” he yelled again as the dust and dirt began to disperse around of and in front of him, thanks to the Pokemon around him, particularly the Psychic and Water Pokemon. Then he watched helplessly as another explosion rippled through the ground, this one far more powerful.

From somewhere beneath the Pokemon Tower, fire belched upwards, physically lifting what was left up into the air before crashing back down in a giant noise and another wall of dust. The force of the shock, moving through the earth, knocked everything in the forward command post over, and dumped Gary to the ground.

Gary felt sick.

What had just happened?

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Butch watched the horizon expectantly through his binoculars. And...there it was. The Pokemon Tower had toppled. And....there was the secondary explosion to finish off any nearby survivors. He turned to his gunnery officer. “Open fire.” he said, grinning.

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The massive warships of the Engaran Fleet had been training their guns against the Kantan coastline ever since they had coalesced from the long-range teleportation. Now the largest of the guns began to fire. Their rain of death began to pour down on Lavender Town.

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Gary opened his mouth to ask for survivors when the first of the shells landed. The force of the explosion was too much to handle. It was somewhere near. He heard screams, and felt heat sear into him. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but after what seemed like an eternity, it finally ended.

He didn't look up, but just stayed on the ground. He wasn't sure how long he stayed there, but when he finally looked up, he forced himself to look away. But the sight stayed with him, and he began to vomit. All around him, dead and dying bodies lay, some at odd angles. What had been one of the foremost cities in Kanto was now nothing morethan a cratered, destroyed cityscape.

The sounds of the dying could still be heard, but there was something else that he could hear that rose above them. The steady thump-thump-thump that Gary had grown to dread recently. The sound of an approaching army.

Slowly, Gary got to his feet, his fingers feeling up towards his ear and discarding his obviously broken earpiece. He turned to the east, and stared. There, in front of him was a massive army marching out of the forest towards Lavender Town, stretching as far as he could see both North and South. On the front line were a line of black Pokemon that looked like they were bred for war. Behind them were a collection of Pokemon that could have been gathered from any section of Kanto, Johto, or any of the other Pokemon League Countries. And behind those—Gary staggered back, whether because of being unable to catch his balance or because of the sheer surprise of seeing it, he would never know.

Just coming out of the forest now, but by no means the rear of the line was a quadripedal creature. Their slender necks stretched forward, and their bony face swung from side to side, as if looking for a battle. And just now, coming out of the forest were their tails. At least forty feet long if they were a yard, they were massive, and thick. Who were these people?

A Pokemon on the front line spotted him just then, and raised its hand. A beam of darkness shot out, and caught him on his right shoulder. He felt himself jerked back by the blow, but his feet were caught up in what had been his desk. He felt his body twist around, and suddenly he was face down on the remains of a lamp. He cried out as the glass bit into his skin. Gary looked down at his leg. It was obviously broken—it was lying there, twisted at an odd angle.

Gary stared up at the sky through the rips and tears of the tarp that had been over the forward command center, and felt a tear forming. How had it come to this? Were any of his friends alive? If so, for how long?

He felt more than heard the tramping of the feet coming steadily towards him. Gary closed his eyes. It seemed impossible, but it was true. Kanto was defeated. How had this happened?

anyway, that's what I think war in the Pokemon would and should be, and I will continue to use this stuff in my fics for a long time...

I REALLY enjoy writing this stuff...