SilverBlaze09
Christian American
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Well, I decided to post my pride and joy here, since SPPF keeps crashing for me. Disclaimer thingy: I do NOT own Pokemon. I DO own all new things that I introduce in this fic, including governments, professors, names of businesses, technology, and new countries. But, if you ask nicely, I might let you use them.
This particular chapter is rated PG-13 for blood. Nothing else that I know of.
Introducing, the first book in the Battlefront series.
Battlefront I: Legacy of the Warriors
Chapter 0
Dear Sirs of the National Historical Society of Kanto,
I have noticed that in the history books of our schools, you have erred grievously in a great many facts about the time period called Wars of the Warriors, better known as the Birth of the Contemporary World. Having fought in said wars, I?ve noticed that your accounts seem to have been written at the direction of the Admiral?s own advisors, traitorous as they were. When I read the book, "War of Nations: The Account of the Great Wars", by Hyper Dermic, I was hurt to see that you had not only allowed such a badly misinformed account to be published, you had also given praise to this pack of lies. I was grieved to see that such a reputably well informed, generally truthful society such as yourselves had been deceived into believing such an obviously untruthful book.
After reading said book, among others, I took it upon myself to write this letter of complaint and offering. I have attached my personal biography of said timeframe. It is in story form because it was originally written for the daughter of a friend of mine. I would take it kindly if you were to offer this story as an extra in our schools or, if not possible, to take the essential facts and write them into the history books.
Let me begin with a general outline of the years prior to my story. As you already know, a century and a half ago, all the Pokenations were plagued with various idealistic teams and organizations that went around disturbing the peace trying to instate their views on the rest of the known world. You also know that various trainers gradually wiped them out. Since then, our countries had been stable and secure. But, twenty-five years ago, Admiral Kimball Vortek came into power in Tsidas, the region north of Hoenn. By various means, he bent the rest of the country to his will and began building his military strength, intending to have an unequaled army, navy and air force. After legitimately taking over Hoenn by secret ballot, he then began demanding that the other regions, especially Acitcratna, with her vast mineral and oil deposits, and Erafraw, with her vast arsenal of high-tech weaponry, surrender their freedom to him in exchange for his "protection" against the rest of the world. Failing in that, he then declared that unless they surrendered within three weeks, he?d resort to violence to try to make them see reason. His threat was laughed off and ignored for nineteen days. My story begins late in the second week.
Sincerely yours,
Captain C. Phantasm
Company of Free Mercenaries
En route to Acitcratna
Chapter 1: Spitfire
Friday, May 23, 2952
8:43 A.M.
I woke up smiling, as if the rays of the morning sun that sneaked through the imperfectly closed shades had somehow injected their laughter into my soul. Today is de day! I thought happily. Two years of "training" and a long, boring wait, and it all be worth it. I sighed softly into the air of my dorm, my smile deteriorating. It was my twentieth birthday. Two years ago, I had bid my family adieu and hopped a bus for parts unknown; to them, anyway. I knew where I was going, because it had been my dream to leave the American small town I had grown up in and train Pokemon.
Unfortunately, the first thing I found out when I reached New York was that before anyone could leave for the Pokenations, they had to have had two years of instruction in how to train Pokemon. Unable to do anything else, I enrolled in "The New York School of Pokemon Training". Two miserable, test-filled years followed, in which my brain was wracked with worthless questions like "how many eggs does a Dodrio normally lay in a year?" or "What kind of Pokemon will breed with seven different females before it dies?" or my personal favorite, "What Pokemon will eat anything?"
Fortunately, the long, miserable term was over. I had passed with flying colors, mostly due to the fact that I aced three classes so badly as to set a new record for excellence. History was my favorite, followed by geography and battling. I?d always had a good head for strategy, giving my opponents horrible headaches when we had to battle with random Pokemon to see how well we?d do with different Pokemon; and I loved reading historical books, mostly because each one normally contained accounts of fighting and war. Geography was the only one I didn?t really enjoy, but I wanted to know where I?d be going when I got there, so I scraped everything out of the books that I could. I?d flunked Pokemon Choreographing and Miscellaneous but Useful Knowledge, and did average in everything else.
I shook my head and rolled out of my cot. Strolling across the twelve-by-twelve apartment, I threw open the dusty brown shades. I stared into the bright blue sky above the thirty-and-forty story buildings rising up into the sky like thin mountains; mentally wondering how long I could stall before the day began. I shook my head again and turned to my left. Stepping into the tiny bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. My short, black hair and eyebrows combined with my normally tanned skin to give me a roguish look, though if you looked past them to the brown eyes, you?d see a laugh waiting to happen. I chuckled as I noticed my teddy bear pajamas. I?d originally had to take them as a parting gift from my grandma, but after a few years of wearing them, I?d decided they were worth it. For one thing, they gave me a way to start fights with big, man-wannabes whenever I wanted. I?d taken fighting lessons from a traveling Machop that I?d done a favor for, so I wasn?t too bad when it came to brawling. Whenever I felt the need to pummel, I just leaked word that I had those PJ?s, and every bullyboy around came looking to show themselves as superior to the "girly-boy".
I stripped off my pajamas and stepped into the shower, still musing. Plan A: Wait as long as possible before going for starter. Try to leave at nightfall, so the Blood Reapers don?t know. The gangsters had a running feud going with me, and every time we fought, they?d generally come off second best. I wouldn?t have put it past them to try to take me down before I left the mainland. As the water poured down on my head, I continued planning. There was that friend of a friend of a friend to see about equipment, and that boat to catch. Still musing on how far one can get if he has money, I toweled off and dressed. I normally wore black jeans and a dark blue, hooded sweatshirt over a plain black T-shirt. It helped on my nighttime prowls to be inconspicuous. I would?ve preferred something red and green, but that would?ve made me even more of a target than usual. I slung my belt around my waist, making sure that the holstered knife was on my left hip. With a blade nine inches long and two wide, that baby was seriously wicked. I unhooked the strap that secured it, remembering the last time I?d walked out of my room with it still connected. I then attached my dark blue Pokegear to my wrist. The school had given everybody one for our one-year anniversary at the school. The small, watch-like item was, in fact, a watch. But you could upgrade it with different cards to add a communications device, map, radio, and more. Most of the other students had immediately bought the comm and radio upgrades, but I just left it the way it was. Settling my red-white-and blue cap on my head, I packed my meager luggage into a large, camo-colored army surplus backpack. Swinging it over my shoulders, I looked at my reflection in the window.
"Well, I?m off. Hope you don?t miss me, but I know you will. Don?t worry, I won?t miss you."
Chuckling to myself, I executed a one-eighty. Man, I?ve gotta be cracked. Talking to my window, what?s next? Oh, wait, I know. I?ll be talking to my reflection in the toilet. Shaking my head, I threw a last glance around the room-and-a-half that had been my home for two years. Sighing to myself, I strode to the dilapidated door and opened it carefully. Edging my head around the left corner, I swept my gaze down the long hallway. Nobody that way, let?s check- "Holy!"
I sprang back reflexively, my right hand whipping my knife out of its holster.
The hallway was set up in a long, narrow shape, with stairways at either end. My apartment was near the northern end, only one door separating it from the stairs. Having checked the longer end of the hall first, I?d swung my eyes back toward the door the separated the hall from the stairs. Imagine my shock to see a hulking, light brown face mere inches from mine!
My knife in hand, I looked up. And up, and up. Chuckling, I replaced my knife.
"You know, Med, you?re gonna get yourself hurt one of these days."
Medwin Thuldon, his six-foot-nine and two hundred eighty pounds dwarfing my five-eleven and one-forty, folded his massive arms. A navy-blue sweatband with a red knife inscribed on it held his black, shaggy hair away from his brown eyes. He wore a dark gray T-shirt with the same downwards-pointing knife insignia as his sweatband, and his typical pair of jeans, colored the same as his sweatband. He grinned at me, his gravel-brown skin and perfect white teeth contrasting nicely.
"And you?re gonna make somebody suspicious, checking the hall as if you?re gonna do somebody harm." His deep, gentle voice was amused.
I shook my head. "Are you ready to go, or do I have to pack you, too?"
He chuckled, and gestured to his large pack lying on the floor behind him. "Ready for two hours, pal. Do you realize that it?s nine-o-clock?"
I shrugged, embarrassed. "You didn?t hafta wait, you know. I can get my starter alone."
He frowned. "For two years we?ve been friends, Chav. Remember the first day? You walked up, shook my hand, and said?"
"I remember, ?howdy, the name?s Chavez Phantasm, what?s yours?? And you said?"
"?Medwin Thuldon, toughest guy anywhere.? I sure learned a thing or two that day. But what I?m trying to say is, I?m not gonna leave just ?cause you?re oversleeping."
I nodded. "Well, let?s get this show on the road, then, and stop this memory lane stuff. I?m to young to start doing that now."
He nodded and, stooping, he hefted his pack onto his back. He turned and shoved the door open. I followed him through the door, down the stairs, and through another door that led out to an alley running along the side of the school dorm. Turning, we strode down the alley toward the street, keeping our senses on the alert. Just because it was day didn?t mean that one of the innumerable gangs in the area wouldn?t take a shot at us if they could. We were enemies of at least two gangs, and we?d stepped on the toes of at least three others since we first settled here.
Reaching the street, we turned to the left, me leading him by about five feet. It was the busiest time of the day, apparently, because everything was moving, from the trees in the wind to the cars on the road. Even the skyscrapers, soaring into the sky, were moving slightly in the high winds way up there. The sun beamed down on us as if sorry for the three previous days. Keeping my eyes on the move, I mentally called up the map that Teach had shown us. Left on Merwin, right on Second, right on Derby, here we are!
Me and Med had the second and third fastest walk on the campus, some intense girl a year behind us taking the prize for first. She always rushed around as if she had something to do and she was an hour late. A lot of the others called her Buzzy, ?cause she always had something to be done and no time to get there.
Anyway, with our legs beating their tattoo on the sidewalk, we did a block a minute. And these were New York blocks, at least three hundred feet from edge to edge. With a river of people going mostly against us, it seemed. Anyway, we finally turned into the massive building that housed the New York Pokemon Registration office. Shoving open the door, we strode inside, showing our student ID?s with an identical flourish to the desk lady, who sat back in her seat and unnecessarily pointed down the hall behind her. Without breaking stride, we waltzed into the large, shelf-filled room that housed the nine starters that we were allowed to choose from. Med and me had decided to come in late and take the ones that nobody else wanted. But when we saw the scene in front of us, I decided that we could pick almost any of them that we wanted if we played it right.
Backed into a corner were the nine starters, with fear or determination in their eyes. They were fighting against the other seven graduating students, who were trying to break through and grab them. Wondering where Teach and the professor had gotten to, I spotted Miss Grinner, her gray hair and blue eyes whipping around in circles, in among the students, trying to hold them back and failing. Looking closer, I could see the red hair of Professor Basswood bobbing among the students as she tried to calm the Pokemon down. I rolled my eyes at Medwin. He looked back, his dark eyes laughing.
"You want to do it, or do I have to?"
He chuckled. "You do it. You?ve got the commanding presence around here."
I gave him a longsuffering look. "Yeah, but you wouldn?t get squashed by the press."
He grinned. "Well, I suppose I could back you up?"
"Why didn?t you say so?" I turned my cap around so that the bill faced backwards. "I?m going in. If I?m not back by lunch, send in a pizza."
He grinned. "You didn?t have any breakfast, did you?"
"It slipped my mind. Alright, here goes." I stalked toward the students, who were each claiming a starter quite volubly. I tapped one on the shoulder.
"Hey, Greeny, pay up."
The short, muscular kid with long, green hair spun around. "I get Charmander, you hear? It?s mine!"
Rolling my eyes, I slugged him between his. He dropped like a rock. Waving Med in, I grabbed another kid by the shoulder and spun her into my second slug. She took it on the chin and dropped. Med grabbed two others and clocked their heads together. Grabbing the biggest kid there, he picked him up and decked him. I simultaneously tapped the last two on the shoulders. When they turned, I slapped them both, then whipped both my fists into their chins in a classic uppercut. They hit the floor. Ignoring the two women, both of whom were claiming that they?d had everything under control and that there was no need for violence, I turned to the Pokemon, who were staring at me and Med as if unsure whether or not we were gonna attack them, too. Dropping to one knee, I smiled gently at them, trying to reassure them.
"Don?t worry, it?s safe." I looked at the students lying on the floor, the first kid that I?d hit just starting to move. "It was their naptime."
One of them, a small, red-scaled lizard with an orange belly and a tail that ended in a live flame stepped forward. One of the courses that everybody had to take was Pokespeech, so when the little guy opened his mouth, I understood him.
<Are they dead? >
I shook my head. "No, just temporarily unconscious. I just want you guys to know that me and my friend here," I jerked my thumb at Med. "Are in control now, so we?ll see order."
The professor, normally quite sensible, had had her pride pricked. She stood up to her full five-foot-three height. Her green eyes flashed, obviously ticked off.
"Young man, you most certainly are not in charge here. I am, and yo?"
"? Have just restored order, no thanks to you." I finished, not turning my head. "I want you to listen carefully, ma?am. One, when we got here, there was no order. Since order was your goal, obviously you weren?t in control. Two, we restored order to protect these Pokemon, otherwise we would?ve sat this out and laughed from the sidelines. Three, I?"
I stopped my pointless stalling tirade at a groan from one of the students. Turning around, I stood up. Greeny was sitting up, with Med standing over him like a wrathful angel. I kept my stare emotionless, to keep his attention when he looked up.
"You hit your head trying to grab the Charmander, punk, and unless you get in line, you?re gonna hit your head again."
He glared at me, then laughed and rubbed his nose. "Yeah, I suppose I did. Alright," he said, getting to his feet. "Where?s the start of the line?"
Figuring that the wound to her pride needed fixing, I pointed to Professor Basswood. "She?ll tell you. I?m restoring power to her. Stay in line, and me and Med won?t step back in."
His eyes widened. "Med? Medwin Thuldon? So then you must be Chavez Phantasm!"
At my nod, he paled slightly. Without saying another word, he turned and walked over to Basswood. "Where?s the line, ma?am?"
Looking slightly confused at the sudden calm in him, she pointed to the shelf-lined wall behind her. Without another word, he walked over and sat down.
Meanwhile, Med had woken three more. Repeating my orders, I sent each one to the professor, who directed them to their places in line. By the time we finished, the Pokemon had all gotten over their wariness and helped us wake the rest of the sleepers. When the last one was slapped awake, me and Med folded our arms and stood in the middle of the room, the starters huddled around our feet. I looked the students over.
"Okay, rule numero uno: Quiet. Number two: Order. And three: Obey. Me ?n Med will choose our starters last." I nodded to Basswood. "One at a time, and slowly. You?ve already spooked them enough."
One by one, starting with Greeny, the kids crept up and selected their starters. A couple got a little rowdy waiting for their turn, but Med cleared his throat and scowled at ?em, and they shut up. Each student chose their Pokemon, then walked silently over to Professor Basswood, who gave them a red-and-black Pokedex and a handful of red and white spheres called pokeballs used for capturing Pokemon, along with a special belt for holding them. One of the balls that she handed to each grad had a mark on it, indicating that it had already been used. Once a pokeball is used, the Poke that it?s used on will be the only creature it can contain. The marked ones were for the starters, and a couple students immediately recalled their Pokemon with flashes of red light. Most of the kids named their Pokemon, anything from the loony to the intelligent. When all but two were gone, Teach turned to us. She started to say something, but stopped when we burst out laughing. Med?s booming laugh and my higher-pitched, breathless hysteria came bubbling out. Finally, we caught our breath.
"Ho, man, Med, gimme a hand, that was the best we?ve ever done! Didja see the look on his face when he found out who we were? Golly Gump and the green bananas, that was sweet!"
"Hoo, boy, was it ever. And the look on their faces when you were layin? down the law? It was as sweet as ice cream!"
"Don?t forget the two rowdies near the end! I almost die every time I remember the way their faces went white, wowwee, that was fun! We oughta do that again someday! Wheeoow!"
While we were congratulating ourselves, the two women had been getting this confused look on their faces. Finally, when we were settling down, Teach finally spoke, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"You mean to tell me that that was all faked?!"
"Yes, ma?am," I replied, still chuckling. "And it was as sweet as sugar."
"Everything?"
"Yep. Every last bit. What, you didn?t really believe that we?re really like that, didja?"
She nodded, still looking as puzzled as a Slowpoke at a rocket scientists? meeting.
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