Night Zero
The Blarzident sat quietly in their office, overlooking the streets below. They had just recently been speaking to the Clergy and the High Priest about the growing unrest amongst the population of the PokeCommunity. Anti-modernists were becoming more and more radical in their methods, it was likely that they would soon turn to extremism… this was a terrifying thought for the Blarzident. They had been through a lot to reshape their nation into one of tolerance and peace but they still had so far to go… they just couldn't let a small minority of aggressive people ruin this new era. It was time to contact the General and have the Emerald Army put on standby.
The High Priest had only left the office of the Blarzident moments ago, quickly splitting up from the Clergy so as to communicate quickly with their followers. They left the capital building quickly and hurried to their car, pulling out their mobile phone as soon as they could.
"The Emerald Army is being prepared, we must strike now."
Several blocks away, a lone figure was disco dancing up the street. He was movin' and groovin' and gyrating his hips in a disturbing fashion. McIntyre had no interest in the petty squabbles of the Modernists and Extremists, he wanted only to spread love and celebration of Blarzigord through dance.
Even as McIntyre danced passed an abandoned building, a mechanical body was beginning to stir from its slumber within.
"Activation sequence, begin. Prepare for assimilation."
It's preparations would not be ready for another night, but soon it would begin its quest towards perfection.