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- London, England
- Seen Nov 8, 2008
It's in the future, and humans and Pokémon are waging war. There's the Human Empire, the stronger force, equipped with state-of-the-art technology and vehicles, and the Pokémon resistance, the guerrilas, the Vietcong to the Human's Empire's America.
What's happening now is that the human Ambassador who is in charge of what's left of both faction's relations is under attack. She lives in a giant citadel, surrounded by lakes and orchards and in the middle of a beautiful plain, but that all has become a battlefield now: Groudon, the leader, and many other Pokémon have hit the citadel with great force, taking the humans by surprise, and were coming very close to capturing the Ambassador when the humans began the counterattack. Armed with gunships and a medium-sized army, the primary objective is to wipe out Groudon, who is a ringleader for one of the Pokémon guerillas.
This is where Ray Evans comes in. He's a captain of a small but elite team, adept in combat and a trained Pokémon killer. His team's job are to enter the citadel and get the Ambassador back before it's too late. But it won't be easy. So here we go:
Ray Evans and his team of soldiers advanced through the battlefield, guns raised, alert, ready for battle. Victims of the initial bombardment, scores of Pokémon, mostly Scythers, lay sprawled on the ground. Others dangled like broken marionettes from the branches of the trees into which they had been hurled. Areas of the leafy canopy were in flames. Two scorched Scythers, charred and dying, lifted their claws as the soldiers approached, but Ray Evans unloaded a plasma shot into their heads that shoved both creatures flat on their backs. Suddenly a sound like a gunshot ripped through the quiet air and the team jinked right, hopping over the wide bodies of two dead Kricketunes, then hurdled a tangle of barbed underbrush that had managed to anchor itself in the otherwise meticulously tended orchard. They emerged from the tree line at the shore of a broad irrigation canal, fed by a lake that delimited the Ambassador's citadel on three sides. In the west a trio of Salamence hung in scudding clouds. North and east the sky was in turmoil, crosshatched with hyper beams, solar beams, and hyphens of scarlet fire streaming upward from some Torkoals outside the citadel. Rising from high ground at the end of the peninsula, the Torkoals were opening their mouths systematically like robots and sent forth each burst of fire with machine-like efficiency. Ray Evans would have trouble getting into the citadel, and knew it. Even worse, he knew somewhere inside, trapped by the Pokémon forces, the human ambassador was precariously close to being captured. Ray just prayed that her 'elite' bodyguards were stopping the onslaught of Pokémon that had taken everyone by surprise. Then Ray heard movement on the far side of the irrigation canal. An instant later, four human soldiers crept from the tree line on the opposite bank to take up firing positions amid the water-smoothed rocks that lined the ditch. Far behind them a crashed gunship was burning. Protruding from the canopy, the gunship's blunt tail was stencilled with the six-rayed battle standard of the Human Empire. A gunship glided into view from downstream, manoeuvring to where the soldiers were standing. Hanging from the bow, a human commander named Johnson waved hand signals to the troopers on shore and to others in the gunship, who immediately fanned out to create a safe perimeter. The human soldiers could communicate with one another through the comlinks built into their steely visors, but the gestures prevented psychics from tapping into the wavelength to listen to the orders. A few nimble leaps brought Johnson face-to-face with Ray.
"Evans, I have the latest from airborne command".
"Show us", Ray replied.
Johnson dropped to one knee, his right hand activating a device built into his left wrist gauntlet. A cone of blue light emanated from the device, and a hologram of task force commander Lance resolved.
"Captain Evans, provincial recon unit reports that Groudon and his entourage are making their way to the north side of the redoubt. Our forces have been hammering at them from above and from points along the shore, but Groudon is well protected and difficult to get at. Gunships have been taking heavy fire from Torkoals in the high rise peninsulas. If your team still intends to take back the Ambassador alive, you're gonna have to skirt the defences and find an alternative way into the palace. At this point we cannot reinforce, repeat, cannot reinforce."
Ray gritted his teeth and swore under his breath. The Ambassador was the top priority, but Groudon was getting away, and Ray had a score to settle with that big red bastard. But Ray had a duty, and he was a soldier. And he had work to do.
What's happening now is that the human Ambassador who is in charge of what's left of both faction's relations is under attack. She lives in a giant citadel, surrounded by lakes and orchards and in the middle of a beautiful plain, but that all has become a battlefield now: Groudon, the leader, and many other Pokémon have hit the citadel with great force, taking the humans by surprise, and were coming very close to capturing the Ambassador when the humans began the counterattack. Armed with gunships and a medium-sized army, the primary objective is to wipe out Groudon, who is a ringleader for one of the Pokémon guerillas.
This is where Ray Evans comes in. He's a captain of a small but elite team, adept in combat and a trained Pokémon killer. His team's job are to enter the citadel and get the Ambassador back before it's too late. But it won't be easy. So here we go:
Ray Evans and his team of soldiers advanced through the battlefield, guns raised, alert, ready for battle. Victims of the initial bombardment, scores of Pokémon, mostly Scythers, lay sprawled on the ground. Others dangled like broken marionettes from the branches of the trees into which they had been hurled. Areas of the leafy canopy were in flames. Two scorched Scythers, charred and dying, lifted their claws as the soldiers approached, but Ray Evans unloaded a plasma shot into their heads that shoved both creatures flat on their backs. Suddenly a sound like a gunshot ripped through the quiet air and the team jinked right, hopping over the wide bodies of two dead Kricketunes, then hurdled a tangle of barbed underbrush that had managed to anchor itself in the otherwise meticulously tended orchard. They emerged from the tree line at the shore of a broad irrigation canal, fed by a lake that delimited the Ambassador's citadel on three sides. In the west a trio of Salamence hung in scudding clouds. North and east the sky was in turmoil, crosshatched with hyper beams, solar beams, and hyphens of scarlet fire streaming upward from some Torkoals outside the citadel. Rising from high ground at the end of the peninsula, the Torkoals were opening their mouths systematically like robots and sent forth each burst of fire with machine-like efficiency. Ray Evans would have trouble getting into the citadel, and knew it. Even worse, he knew somewhere inside, trapped by the Pokémon forces, the human ambassador was precariously close to being captured. Ray just prayed that her 'elite' bodyguards were stopping the onslaught of Pokémon that had taken everyone by surprise. Then Ray heard movement on the far side of the irrigation canal. An instant later, four human soldiers crept from the tree line on the opposite bank to take up firing positions amid the water-smoothed rocks that lined the ditch. Far behind them a crashed gunship was burning. Protruding from the canopy, the gunship's blunt tail was stencilled with the six-rayed battle standard of the Human Empire. A gunship glided into view from downstream, manoeuvring to where the soldiers were standing. Hanging from the bow, a human commander named Johnson waved hand signals to the troopers on shore and to others in the gunship, who immediately fanned out to create a safe perimeter. The human soldiers could communicate with one another through the comlinks built into their steely visors, but the gestures prevented psychics from tapping into the wavelength to listen to the orders. A few nimble leaps brought Johnson face-to-face with Ray.
"Evans, I have the latest from airborne command".
"Show us", Ray replied.
Johnson dropped to one knee, his right hand activating a device built into his left wrist gauntlet. A cone of blue light emanated from the device, and a hologram of task force commander Lance resolved.
"Captain Evans, provincial recon unit reports that Groudon and his entourage are making their way to the north side of the redoubt. Our forces have been hammering at them from above and from points along the shore, but Groudon is well protected and difficult to get at. Gunships have been taking heavy fire from Torkoals in the high rise peninsulas. If your team still intends to take back the Ambassador alive, you're gonna have to skirt the defences and find an alternative way into the palace. At this point we cannot reinforce, repeat, cannot reinforce."
Ray gritted his teeth and swore under his breath. The Ambassador was the top priority, but Groudon was getting away, and Ray had a score to settle with that big red bastard. But Ray had a duty, and he was a soldier. And he had work to do.