Alright, I was told I can post the intros now, so here goes my best;
Dexoys
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Loud sounds emerged from the cavernous reaches of Mt. Moon. Ever since the initial expedition by the Rangers, no sane person ever dared to go near to the mountain rage. A few daring souls had tried to enter and combat the infection. None ever came back. Even though humans were immune to Deoxys' virus they still were weary for their lives, telling their Pokemon not to go near the mountain range or play near there, although to be honest it was saying the obvious. a few days ago the infected had overrun the surrounding areas and towns, eventually invading Cerulean City with the infection in full swing. The casualties from that attack were unfathomable to people, and a panic wave had spread thought Kanto, with residents boarding their homes and in a state of half shock.
Inside the mountain that served as the epicenter for Dexoys' virus, the Legendary Pokemon himself stood at the center, overseeing his new army of infected Pokemon scurrying to and fro. Some were only in the first stages of infection, somewhat getting to grips of their position and acceptance of service to Dexoys. Some of the "First-Stage" infected, as they were known, resisted desperately in an attempt to regain their free will and defiance to Dexoys. it was only a matter of time however, before the inevitable fate of losing control of themselves kicked in, and the this ended up only quickening their weakness to the virus. The Pokemon in the more advanced stages, "Stage-Two", were moving almost mindlessly about, nearly devoid of free will, using the last of their resolve to even say aware of their condition and their attempts to exercise self-determination. Regardless of their state, all infected had a noticeable change of appearance, marking them as servants to Dexoys' whims.
The Legendary himself was in the final stages of plotting out his invasion. It was only when he was playing the long haul that Dexoys ever appeared to be in thought. Being a Psychic-Type, who were famed for their intelligence, it usually never took him more than a split second to decide on what to do, and an army of infected Pokemon only made things easier. There was an army forming to oppose him, but for what the Legendary had planned, it really didn't matter how much they numbered or what they had.
He readied his psychic powers in order to get the materials he needed for his scheme. Even though they were unequaled, controlling a large army of infected via telpathy still required a large amount of concentration and effort. He had no need for words, as the infected were subservient to him and did not need useless shades of meaning to discern what he wanted. Instead, he sent visions to his minions, implanting what he wanted them to do inside. The infected Pokemon quaked for a moment before their eyes brightly glowed a light purple, awaiting input from their master.
The visions came soon afterward. They were always a tense affair, as it was indistinguishable from reality and yet they had no control over what they did in them, despite being fully conscious. The Pokemon experienced a bright white flash, and then saw themselves scouring the abandoned Cerulean City, looking for scientific instruments, machinery, and equipment for biological research. Afterward they retured to normal, and felt a strong compulsion telling them to fulfill Dexoys' orders. They scrambled out of the mountain caverns towards their destination, looking for the equipment Dexoys desired.
Deoxys was pleased seeing his minions at work. It was only a matter of time before he would have this world in his hands. No one could deny him and he would just force them under his overbearing psychic presence if they resisted. The virus was little more than a series of chemicals that opened a link between Pokemon and him, morphing them into something pleasing to his eyes as a side effect. Humans, for some reason, were immune, but Dexoys would find a way to control them if they became troublesome. In his mind, it was only inevitable.
Dexoys would spread his work throughout Kanto. It was only a matter of time before he would do the same to the other regions, and remake the world in his image.
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Benny Larson
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I stepped into my tent, exhausted from what I had done over the past few hours. The string of camps, south of Cerulean City, set up by the people who escaped the attack on the city were somewhat crowded, though it was mostly due to the fact everyone mostly stayed in a group(safety in numbers and all that). Everywhere, people were trying to do this, find family, and look to their stuff as they set up to await what might come. The woods surrounding the area had for the most part provided cover against whatever tried to follow us.
The attack of Cerulean City was the most harrowing experience of my life so far. It was all so sudden, as the attack passed within a few short hours, like a tidal wave of disaster. It all seemed so unreal, as if it was a disaster movie playing out with us as the hapless victims. It all started when I was reporting on a meteorite from Mt. Moon and the Pokemon Rangers' expedition into the mountain range only a day ago. Of the small group, consisting of supposedly powerful trainers(I never really followed the Pokemon League, as I was too often focused on my work), only one trainer went out, and told frighting stories of "infected" Pokemon that he saw, and his comrades being picked off one by one.
It was unsettling and soon my network station focused on the story 24/7 as a result of the anxiety over the events, forcing me to take a room in a hotel, away from my beloved Carissa and Mathew. I could barely stand it, but someone needed to get this story out so the public could know what's going on and what to do. I was one of the first ones out of the doomed city, thank Arceus, but even then I only escaped barely. It was only due to a hastily modified hammer that I managed to stop the infected from killing me. I looked at it, never having combat experience in my life before all of this, and it was a bit discomforting. I placed it down on a table, and attempted to collect my thoughts.
You see, I have had something else I did not expect thrust on me. When the camps full of people escaping Cerulean City started being established, I was one of the first ones to help, mostly in hopes of finding the rest of my TV crew. I never did find them, but I did countless work ensuring everyone's well being. I was giving first aid, handing out food, reuniting families, assuring people, it was all a blur. I was even given a translator by a Super Nerd, to help me understand Pokemon.
Eventually, people started asking me for advice on what to do. It was hard, but it was helping people, so I did the best I could. Soon people started asking me about weird things, such as military movements, and how to command armies. It was out of my element, but they just kept on asking, never deferring to anyone else. I had found myself in a leadership position. It was a strange feeling, and I was quickly overcome with feeling of being not fit for the job, but they still kept on asking me what to do, so I dashed into my tent to escape it all and think.
OK Benny, you're de facto leader of an army formed to fight an infection caused by the Legendary Pokemon Dexoys. You're trying to make sure as many people are safe as possible while I do this. So what do I do? Don't panic. Think,
think,
think! I pondered for a long time before breaking out of my indecisiveness, flowing with ideas. What about a quarantine of the Cerulean City area? No... Too much area to cover. Quarantines always seem to fail in the movies, anyway. Find a cure? No... We can't even cure cancer, how's an alien virus going to be easier? Arial attack on the city? No way! Too many people would be killed looking for help!
I flashed back to me comforting a Ninetails worrying and crying over it's lost Vulpix daughter.
"Poor Flare's gone and there was nothing I could do about it..." she sobbed.
"No! She's going to make it out of this alive! We have people looking day and night for those left behind! She'll be one of them, I promise you!" It was a total lie, but she didn't need to know that and go further into despair. Maybe we should really go and find people still trapped. It would put alot of people at ease. Maybe we can even see infected behavior, if they just plain only go after Pokemon and humans to infect... There goes that bloody cure idea again. Maybe I should look into it... I stepped outside and announced my intentions, wracked with insecurity.
"Every.. Every willing Pokemon come s-step over here as soon as you can. We.. We're going to fight back."