Cyrus
3rd June 2003, 10:50 PM
A fight for a chance
Prolog:
Have you ever considered the darker side of the world we are involved in? What the animals we choose to enslave think of being trapped in a small sphere for the bulk of their existence? Or how a pokeball confers dominance over a being whom moments before was attempting to terminate your existence. In this world, trainers are largely unaware that their pokeballs are nothing more than a means to alter the personality of their captured pokemon, turning them into willing slave. How else would a mere pokeball turn a raging Kygore into a willing warrior who will follow your every command?
This is a tale of a group of pokemon fighting for survival. While their lives aren’t in danger, their fate for failing is far worse. Their soul is lost the moment they are trapped within a pokeball. The story follows the journey of a cell of resistance fighters, a group of pokemon who fight to prevent pokemon from being captured by humans with pokeballs. The point of view is that of a Medicham, leader of the resistance cell.
Chapter 1:
Mere hours before dawn a small convoy of trucks rolling along a road cut through the forest of Fortree, the rumbling of the eighteen-wheelers muting out any other sounds from the forest. Unseen by the drivers of the trucks behind their bright lights are the small number of pokemon intentionally awaiting their passage through a tunnel, preparing to strike a blow against the oppressive humans. The lead truck possessing jagged metal jaws along the grill leads the procession further into the forest road. As the convoy enters the unlit tunnel, the first blow in the coordinated strike is launched. A Gengar floats up through the ground to release a torrent of golden lightning into the front axel of the leading trunk. The crackling charge rips through the engine, destroying the power steering. Having completed his initial goal, the Gengar sinks back into the asphalt. The driver, a gruff hulking mass of a man, face pales as he attempts to twist the wheel first to the left then the right in an attempt to prevent his vehicle from rolling over. Yet the damage was to great for the truck to recover from, with a lurch the truck rolls onto it’s left side, creating an effective road block. In the few seconds the trunk took to shift from fear inspiring machine into a hulking mass of steel impeding the progress of the five truck convoy the second driver, a short man bulking man sporting a beard three days young as the only hair on his head, is unable to divert the course of his truck. The burly driver of the third truck is able to holler a warning to the other two handlers before slamming on the breaks, avoiding another collision. The fourth and fifth trucks come to a halt without striking the trucks in front of them.
The well-built driver of the first truck releases a Machoke in an attempt escape the truck before it explodes. The bulky fighter easily rips the exposed door from it’s hinges and drag’s his owner from the truck. As the three truckers exit their cabs and move forward, the burly driver of the third truck releases an underfed Azumarill. Ordering the aquatic rodent to hose the cabs of the two leading trucks to avoid an explosion. The over weight driver of the second truck manages to squirm free of the truck and waddle back to the small group of drivers. After a heated discussion on exactly what the best course of action is, they agree that having their standard issue Machokes shift the hulking remains of the fanged truck out of the cave after shifting it’s cargo to the remaining trucks is the best idea. The second truck is repairable, a minor blessing since they lack the ability to carry the cargo of five trucks on three.
As the five burly Machokes begin to shift carton after carton of pokemon supplies to the other four trucks, the drivers themselves sit down around a small TV and watch a DVD of a B horror movie. Unseen by the weary workers or the oblivious truckers, a small number of pokemon shifts deeper into the tunnel. Leading the stealthy group is a lone crimson legged Medicham followed by a silently gliding Gligar. A female Dragonair slithers through the air, moving closer to their intending targets. Continuing to move below the paved road, the Gengar returns to wreck havoc. The first hint of the immediate danger facing the truckers comes as the Dragonair strikes, forming a single golden orb before her gapping maw. Golden radiance glistens brilliantly from her charging assault. As the golden orb is released to streak toward the engine of the lead cab, the trucker shot for their menial workers to attack the hovering dragon with a barrage of thrown rocks. The detonation of the golden beam shakes the tunnel, dropping boulders from the blasted ceiling. A second smaller explosion rocks the tunnel as the fuel tank contained within the cab explodes. The explosions launch the Machokes and Azumarill into the air, slamming them into the mineral composite walls. As the fallen pokemon attempt to return to their feet, they are dropped to the ground again along with their owners as the purple-scaled Gligar strikes the ground, generating an earthquake to drop them back on their tails. The underfed workers again claw their way back to their feet as the Medicham steps out of the shadows along with the Gengar to wreck havoc on the fallen slaves. The Gengar applies more tact than his brutal leader, simply using hypnosis to force the pokemon to attack their masters, with brutal efficiency the Machokes deliver karate chops their owners, the frail neck of the fourth driver shatters under the blow. The aquatic rabbit walks over to his master and begins to brutalize the burly man, landing blow after blow to his unshaved face. As the goup de grace, the Machokes line up behind their trainers and deliver a bone shattering cross chop to the back of each of their necks.
The Medicham steps forward to inspect what the five humans had lost their lives to transport through their forest. To his disappointment, the bulk of the cargo is nothing but a variety of the cursed ensnaring orbs. The rest of the cargo constituted of potions and other healing chemicals, in the minds of the pokemon the only thing their technology has created. But to the amazement of the gathered pokemon, a few of the rare and fragile machines are contained within. The machines are prized for their ability to teach certain of their number additional techniques to combat their way toward freedom. The Gengar continues to manipulate the Machokes to shift the worthwhile cargo to their carved out warren under a near by cliff. Having finished with the soulless fighters, the ghost releases his control and floats away, closely followed by the Gligar. The Medicham slowly walks over to the confused fighters and stares into each of their eyes. The Dragonair watches mournfully, knowing what she is about to view for the countless time. Opening his mouth to speak for the first time the Medicham speaks to the five Machokes and the lone Azumarill, My brothers, I must apologize for what I am about to do. But I know if our places were reversed you would do the same for me. Whatever part of you that the cursed spheres stripe you of has been lost forever, you will never survive in the wild and I know you don’t want to return to the human society. The only mercy I can offer you is a quick end.” And with an echoing crack, the heads of the six enslaved pokemon jerk to the left, the bodies collapse lifeless. Whether the crack echoes in reality or it is simply a trick of the mind, the sound rips a flood of tears from the serpent. The Dragonair mewls for the fallen, praying that they are joyful to be released from their forced bondage. The Medicham simply nods his thanks to the Dragonair and shifts the lifeless husks back to the site of the prior battle. With a thought the Medicham summons an orb of negative energy between his two out stretched paws. As he feeds his hate into the growing violet orb, he targets the fourth truck and releases his fury. The orb strikes the cab as he levitates himself out of the tunnel. He doesn’t so much as flinch as the cab’s explosion sets off a chain reaction, destroying the enslaving orbs and the remains of the dead.
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Is this worth continuing?
Prolog:
Have you ever considered the darker side of the world we are involved in? What the animals we choose to enslave think of being trapped in a small sphere for the bulk of their existence? Or how a pokeball confers dominance over a being whom moments before was attempting to terminate your existence. In this world, trainers are largely unaware that their pokeballs are nothing more than a means to alter the personality of their captured pokemon, turning them into willing slave. How else would a mere pokeball turn a raging Kygore into a willing warrior who will follow your every command?
This is a tale of a group of pokemon fighting for survival. While their lives aren’t in danger, their fate for failing is far worse. Their soul is lost the moment they are trapped within a pokeball. The story follows the journey of a cell of resistance fighters, a group of pokemon who fight to prevent pokemon from being captured by humans with pokeballs. The point of view is that of a Medicham, leader of the resistance cell.
Chapter 1:
Mere hours before dawn a small convoy of trucks rolling along a road cut through the forest of Fortree, the rumbling of the eighteen-wheelers muting out any other sounds from the forest. Unseen by the drivers of the trucks behind their bright lights are the small number of pokemon intentionally awaiting their passage through a tunnel, preparing to strike a blow against the oppressive humans. The lead truck possessing jagged metal jaws along the grill leads the procession further into the forest road. As the convoy enters the unlit tunnel, the first blow in the coordinated strike is launched. A Gengar floats up through the ground to release a torrent of golden lightning into the front axel of the leading trunk. The crackling charge rips through the engine, destroying the power steering. Having completed his initial goal, the Gengar sinks back into the asphalt. The driver, a gruff hulking mass of a man, face pales as he attempts to twist the wheel first to the left then the right in an attempt to prevent his vehicle from rolling over. Yet the damage was to great for the truck to recover from, with a lurch the truck rolls onto it’s left side, creating an effective road block. In the few seconds the trunk took to shift from fear inspiring machine into a hulking mass of steel impeding the progress of the five truck convoy the second driver, a short man bulking man sporting a beard three days young as the only hair on his head, is unable to divert the course of his truck. The burly driver of the third truck is able to holler a warning to the other two handlers before slamming on the breaks, avoiding another collision. The fourth and fifth trucks come to a halt without striking the trucks in front of them.
The well-built driver of the first truck releases a Machoke in an attempt escape the truck before it explodes. The bulky fighter easily rips the exposed door from it’s hinges and drag’s his owner from the truck. As the three truckers exit their cabs and move forward, the burly driver of the third truck releases an underfed Azumarill. Ordering the aquatic rodent to hose the cabs of the two leading trucks to avoid an explosion. The over weight driver of the second truck manages to squirm free of the truck and waddle back to the small group of drivers. After a heated discussion on exactly what the best course of action is, they agree that having their standard issue Machokes shift the hulking remains of the fanged truck out of the cave after shifting it’s cargo to the remaining trucks is the best idea. The second truck is repairable, a minor blessing since they lack the ability to carry the cargo of five trucks on three.
As the five burly Machokes begin to shift carton after carton of pokemon supplies to the other four trucks, the drivers themselves sit down around a small TV and watch a DVD of a B horror movie. Unseen by the weary workers or the oblivious truckers, a small number of pokemon shifts deeper into the tunnel. Leading the stealthy group is a lone crimson legged Medicham followed by a silently gliding Gligar. A female Dragonair slithers through the air, moving closer to their intending targets. Continuing to move below the paved road, the Gengar returns to wreck havoc. The first hint of the immediate danger facing the truckers comes as the Dragonair strikes, forming a single golden orb before her gapping maw. Golden radiance glistens brilliantly from her charging assault. As the golden orb is released to streak toward the engine of the lead cab, the trucker shot for their menial workers to attack the hovering dragon with a barrage of thrown rocks. The detonation of the golden beam shakes the tunnel, dropping boulders from the blasted ceiling. A second smaller explosion rocks the tunnel as the fuel tank contained within the cab explodes. The explosions launch the Machokes and Azumarill into the air, slamming them into the mineral composite walls. As the fallen pokemon attempt to return to their feet, they are dropped to the ground again along with their owners as the purple-scaled Gligar strikes the ground, generating an earthquake to drop them back on their tails. The underfed workers again claw their way back to their feet as the Medicham steps out of the shadows along with the Gengar to wreck havoc on the fallen slaves. The Gengar applies more tact than his brutal leader, simply using hypnosis to force the pokemon to attack their masters, with brutal efficiency the Machokes deliver karate chops their owners, the frail neck of the fourth driver shatters under the blow. The aquatic rabbit walks over to his master and begins to brutalize the burly man, landing blow after blow to his unshaved face. As the goup de grace, the Machokes line up behind their trainers and deliver a bone shattering cross chop to the back of each of their necks.
The Medicham steps forward to inspect what the five humans had lost their lives to transport through their forest. To his disappointment, the bulk of the cargo is nothing but a variety of the cursed ensnaring orbs. The rest of the cargo constituted of potions and other healing chemicals, in the minds of the pokemon the only thing their technology has created. But to the amazement of the gathered pokemon, a few of the rare and fragile machines are contained within. The machines are prized for their ability to teach certain of their number additional techniques to combat their way toward freedom. The Gengar continues to manipulate the Machokes to shift the worthwhile cargo to their carved out warren under a near by cliff. Having finished with the soulless fighters, the ghost releases his control and floats away, closely followed by the Gligar. The Medicham slowly walks over to the confused fighters and stares into each of their eyes. The Dragonair watches mournfully, knowing what she is about to view for the countless time. Opening his mouth to speak for the first time the Medicham speaks to the five Machokes and the lone Azumarill, My brothers, I must apologize for what I am about to do. But I know if our places were reversed you would do the same for me. Whatever part of you that the cursed spheres stripe you of has been lost forever, you will never survive in the wild and I know you don’t want to return to the human society. The only mercy I can offer you is a quick end.” And with an echoing crack, the heads of the six enslaved pokemon jerk to the left, the bodies collapse lifeless. Whether the crack echoes in reality or it is simply a trick of the mind, the sound rips a flood of tears from the serpent. The Dragonair mewls for the fallen, praying that they are joyful to be released from their forced bondage. The Medicham simply nods his thanks to the Dragonair and shifts the lifeless husks back to the site of the prior battle. With a thought the Medicham summons an orb of negative energy between his two out stretched paws. As he feeds his hate into the growing violet orb, he targets the fourth truck and releases his fury. The orb strikes the cab as he levitates himself out of the tunnel. He doesn’t so much as flinch as the cab’s explosion sets off a chain reaction, destroying the enslaving orbs and the remains of the dead.
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Is this worth continuing?