[Pokémon] Letters From Home

[Hahlin]

Hello. This is a piece of work I've been trying to construct before I ship out for my Navy Career. The WORST that this will ever get is probably PG-13 for the violence and bloodshed. I try to keep my work relatively clean, clean enough for my family and my baby sister to look at and read out loud.

So, without further adeu...


Letters From Home - Pokemilitia Felix J Bailey, UPM

PROLOGUE - BEFORE THE UNIFORM​

Ever wonder what would happen on a wide scale basis if catastrophe ran rampant? You hear word of the Rangers and the Police within every region...but what about the Military? Did you think they didn't exist? Ha! You're in for a treat! Upon the breathtaking age of 19, after a seasoned lifestyle of training, collecting, or battling, trainers have a shot to don a NEW title: Cadet. Here, they take their Pokémon beyond the service of just personal leisures, but to defend their homes and represent the TRUE nature of these gentle giants. How is this possible, you ask? Why is it necessary? You hear of the marveled stories of Ash Ketchum and his frivolous tales from country to country, but do you ever hear the darker sides to the Pokémon World?

Well, then allow me to fill you in!

My name is Militia Recruit Felix J Bailey, United Pokémon Military. Following me through is my team of friends I have grown and trained since I was but the age of 12. Steelix, the iron giant of my crew, Yanmega, the bullet-quick fighter, Arcanine, the loyal companion, Venusaur, the nature-loving protector, and the twins Umbreon and Espeon, my catch-and-release duo. I joined the UPM after having my with training donning all the badges I wanted, so I am putting my technical and training skills to work with my team to defend whatever Country is in need of assistance.

Within this job lies the gruesome stories of Pokémon who can lay waste to towns, villages, and almost complete human populations. But not all of who I stop are Pokémon. We have those who take Pokémon to malicious extents, training them to fight, kill, rob, and destroy any and all that are in their paths. Every trainer has a good night on the forest floor because we, the United Pokémon Military, stand guard to make sure they sleep well at night.

I'll let you in on a few of my personal tales through letters I sent to my Mother, along with a tale or two of my own personal experiences on the job. So sit back, relax, and enjoy as this old seasoned soldier reads you some of his past experiences!

Boot Camp - Snowpoint District 0545 HRS​

Reveille woke me up in a startling manner. I'll never get used to that dang trumpet. Had my uniform shipped in last night, amazing digi-camo job from the workers in Goldenrod. Spit-shined boots, check, medals and name tag, check, measurements, check. I'm ready to go see the higher ups!

0830 HRS - BARRACKS​

Visit with the higher ups, not as good. Me and the gang didn't seem to meet quota with the "boss" and got to run the mile. No biggie though, me and Steelix will get into the rhythm soon. Lt. Jerimiah cant be THAT stern ALL the time. He did seem to take a keen eye to my Arcanine and Umbreon working together on the infliction course, and little Espeon did an amazing job at the Blockade with Venusaur. Yanmega and Steelix were a little, ehh, what's the phrase? "Off tempo", per say? Either one ran too fast or the other walked into it, there will need to be some mandatory coordination.

1200 HRS - MESS HALL​

Ah the chow hall, the food there ceases to amaze me. How they can afford a good meal for THIS motley crew still leaves me dumbfounded. Some unruly Recruit decided to smart off the the Commander and got us ALL running the strip, the mile-and-a-half road from us to Mt. Coronet that was blanketed in only HALF a foot of snow for this time of year, as punishment for calling the Mr. Sumter "Ma'am." Gosh, my legs ache, my team is freezing, but heck, this burger is almost too good to put down, so I'll jot a bit more later this evening.

1400 HRS on to 1900 HRS - VARIOUS LOCATIONS​

I'll have to write this segment out in a scripted manner for you to really comprehend what went on in those five hours. Upon the time frame of us leaving the Mess and heading back to our Barracks to get our supplies I was approached by a good friend of mine, a Combat Specialist-to-be for the Police Squad, Militia-Recruit Michaels. He was a somewhat petty rival that I developed to tolerate and trust when I was helping him with his PC. Michaels had one of his "lovable but so freaking dangerous" ideas, yet again.

"Hey, Bailey, wanna head down to the combat range and settle who has the better breed? My Houndoom against your Arcanine?"

I scoffed.

"Your Houndoom doesn't hold a match to my Arcanine. Maybe my Espeon or Umbreon, but never my Arcanine."

He reached for one of the digi-camo pokeballs on his belt and stuffed it in my face. I pushed it out of my face and proceeded to walk off when the usual hecklers, the mechanics, decided to put their obscene 2 cents in about my Arcanine. And of course, you expect a disciplined military man to just walk off and do the right thing, right? Well here I am walking with Michaels to the combat range, knuckles whitened as the mechanics kept on step with us.

And there it was...one quarter of a millions poke-bucks to make a reinforced concrete bucket for Pokémon to push each other to wits end.

"Alright Bailey, put your money where your mouth is!" Michaels cast his pokeball, beaming a bright light and a Houndoom who decided to boast with a mighty howl and flames streaking from its maw.

"Show off all you want Michaels, I'm about to put you in your place!" I cast my digital camo ball, releasing not my Arcanine, but my Espeon instead.

Michaels lost his balance and the mechanics keeled over in laughter, making chants of forgetfulness or lack of coordination. The Espeon laid there, curled up and slumbering peacefully, just as I had trained her to appear. Michaels decided to make the first move and launch a Crunch. Clever, but Espeon aren't THAT undermined. My reply: Reflect. Her eyes snapped open as the Houndoom, maw-wide for the bite, ran face-first into a translucent wall with no more than inches between her and him. He recoiled, whimpering heavily as he tried moving around the wall, unsure of another trick. He took Michaels cry of a special attack into thought and launched a scarlet ball of fire, better known as Will-o-Wisp. Two steps ahead, and well over-expected of being headstrong.

"Espeon, Light Screen!" The walls then had a tint of yellow added to the transparency, reflecting the scarlet balls of fire back at the Houndoom and testing his reflexes to dodge his own attacks. The skull-decked hound looked pretty peeved now, and his trainer wasn't too far fetched. The Houndoom began to ram the walls with his head, an obvious Headbutt attack. The lavender mass pulled herself to her feet and stretched in a feline-like motion before watching the angry dog ram the wall pointlessly.

"Ok Espeon, you've had your fun, wrap it up now girl." The Espeon sighed as her eyes hued white, several flashes flickered around the Houndoom as he finally found out he was boxed in. He sat down and began to howl at his trainer, who became barely audible through the tinted-yellow walls. My Espeon decided her fun had become boredom, so she decided to pass the baton to her partner in crime, my Umbreon. Her body flickered red as she returned herself, and exchanged her position with Umbreon who was looking at the trapped pooch with a wide, toothy grin.

"Umbreon, discipline this Houndoom. You know the drill."

Umbreon shot the Houndoom a glare, making it grimace more than usual. A dead-on Mean Look attack, perfect. Then ol' Umbreon decided to pick the fight with Taunt, making the Houndoom lunge and bite at him as he blew raspberries and shoot his haunches at the Houndoom. Then he landed the checkmate, upon ramming the wall one more time the Houndoom recoiled, a sickening feeling overcoming his facial expression and body. Toxic, and a nice dose too.

"Give in Michaels, I didn't make my Umbreon and Espeon my containers for nothing."

Michaels gritted his teeth and withdrew his prized hound. We heard a loud series of claps come from behind us that DIDN'T come from the mechanics. Our instructor, Lt. Commander Steele liked our little show, but didn't seem to approve of us using this facility during the study hours. All I can say now is, my arms hurt from the push-ups now.

Well, I'm gonna head up to the Mess Hall now, surf and turf tonight. All you can eat Tauros-sized steaks and Kingler-legs boiled to perfection. I think I'm going to send more of these home now.

Militia-Apprentice Felix J. Bailey, UPM
P.S. - I got my rank up today! Woo!
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This is Letter 1 of 3 I have written right now. I wanna get some opinions before I carry on with the second letter.

 

[Azurne]

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this, mostly since I'm not the type who finds the whole militaristic Pokemon world scheme appealing.

Grammatically I only found one typo that stuck out to me:

Cleaver, but Espeon aren't THAT undermined.

Should be 'clever', I think.

Otherwise it was an okay read, though a bit of a bore for the lack of plot or character driven action. I'm not entirely sure where you are going with these letters, this just seem to be written off the top of your head and has no direction. Apologies if you do, I just don't see it at the moment.

My advice would be to figure out a definitive plot. I wasn't enthralled by this story because nothing hooked me in the first place. Why should I, as the reader, care that your character has joined the military?

Find a way to make me care, and I might be enticed into reading. ;)

I wish you good luck on your other letters though, and other stories you may write~


- Azurne

 

[Hahlin]

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this, mostly since I'm not the type who finds the whole militaristic Pokemon world scheme appealing.

Grammatically I only found one typo that stuck out to me:

Should be 'clever', I think.

Otherwise it was an okay read, though a bit of a bore for the lack of plot or character driven action. I'm not entirely sure where you are going with these letters, this just seem to be written off the top of your head and has no direction. Apologies if you do, I just don't see it at the moment.

My advice would be to figure out a definitive plot. I wasn't enthralled by this story because nothing hooked me in the first place. Why should I, as the reader, care that your character has joined the military?

Find a way to make me care, and I might be enticed into reading. ;)

I wish you good luck on your other letters though, and other stories you may write~


- Azurne

To be honest, that's where the stories really ARE coming from. Off the top of my head. I'm going in the format that it would fit from a letter from someone on the job to someone away fro them, like a letter pertaining to events they went through to a loved one.

I cant say there's a plot that can be followed other than what is to come. This is just Letter 1, I have more I can bring together soon ;)

 

[Adâm1]

Not the most military minded person myself, either. Personally, the format of this story doesn't appeal to me, but I can see it really appealing to someone other than myself. Great work, keep it up!

 

[Azurne]

To be honest, that's where the stories really ARE coming from. Off the top of my head. I'm going in the format that it would fit from a letter from someone on the job to someone away fro them, like a letter pertaining to events they went through to a loved one.

I cant say there's a plot that can be followed other than what is to come. This is just Letter 1, I have more I can bring together soon ;)

It's fine if they come from the top of your head, but it is beneficial to plan ahead, if only a little bit at a time. I'm not saying have a fully-decked out outline before you put the pen down, but have a good idea of where you're going to go before you start. :)

Otherwise you may end up like Meyer's Twilight series. Bleh.

 

[Hahlin]

In order:
@ Adam - Don't blame ya, cant say I was much into military paraphernalia once upon a time.

@ Azurne - I've made it a habit to write ideas that come to mind down. The plot to the letter is planned, how it's said isnt. And I take offense to that, I'm 20x better than Meyers ever will be, because I believe vampires turn to ASH in sunlight, not TINKERBELL XP

Without further adeu, Letter 2 (Hey, a rhyme, lol) But be warned, if you are not in the P of the G range (PG), then the blood and violence may offend you.
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Military Vehicle en route to Base Site - Solaceon District 2100 HRS​

Home, home on the [indistinct scribble and pen marks] I'm finding the back of a creaky military truck to be the single most HARDEST place to write a letter. Well, this day went a little, eh, off the wall. You see, it went something like this...

0800 HRS - SOLACEON TOWN​

"Good Arceus, do these people own anything OTHER than a TV?" Michaels' eyes rolled down to me as I laid a small set of pliers next to my leg. I had been working on TV repairs all day today and had YET to see a computer except in the Pokemon Center.

"This is the rural district of Sinnoh Bailey, what do you expect? They dont need the frivolties that some high maintenance young ladies like you are accustomed to." That remark was followed by an "accidental" arc of electricity to his nice metal belt buckle.

The farmers we were assisting, Mr. and Mrs. Neilson, had called in the nearest troops to, one: fix their electronics, and two: patrol. These two were World Renoun Berry farmers and Tauros breeders. They've had some complaints of trainers, pokemon, whatever it was, coming in and either slaughtering their prize meats and berries or just taking the whole animal! Michaels, and his juvenile attitude, thought it was 'a load of bull' and found himself the only one laughing at his joke. They had mentioned of a few Rangers who were stationed around, and that ever since they came about there has been trouble all around town. So, since we were the only 'police' for miles around at the time, we decided to put a MP and a Techno Geek to the test of playing cop. After hearing word of my Espeon's condition after being left alone in the pens overnight, she had undergone some 'changes' and was required to be sent home on maternity leave. Thankfully my hometown teacher Elm managed to hold on to her sibling, the older, more stubborn Espeon trained the same way as mine was. Those first few days were a 'blast' getting back in touch with that old Espeon, and I have the bite marks to prove it all.

The afternoon moved in well, Solaceon's many irrogated smells began to settle. The Miltank nestled down for the night, the Murkrow cawed and the Noctowl watched from the fencepost, the town turned quiet and peaceful. Well, that was until me and Michaels had some unexpected company. Two cocky looking Rangers, belt weighed down by pokeballs, approached us as we were watching the fields.

"The heck're you weekend warriors doing here?" The taller, lankier male ranger snarled as his shorter adversary sat behind and chuckled idiotically. "This is Official Ranger turn, I'ma gonna have to ask you both to get'cha butts lost."

"We were personally asked by the Neilson's to stand guard of their lot." Calm and collected, yeah, that's what I wanted.

"So you guys need to get YOUR butts lost before I kick them myself!" Michaels. Please stop before you get yourself hurt. The Rangers thought he was kidding until he reached for his digi-camo ball, then all hell broke loose. Or so I assumed.

"Look, you two Miltank-pies need to feck off. There are some crazy strong trainers that come through here and I promise you, if they get a hold of you and your sissified buddy there, they'll rip you to SHREADS." Huh, that almost sounded like a threat. Note to self, dont get in a bar fight with THOSE goons.

The night went through as planned, no noise, no disturbance, nothing until about 3 AM that night.

0300 HRS - The next day.​

Miltank and Tauros clogging the air with cries and moans of fear followed by the drum of hoofbeats all around. In the pen were three large Linoone and they were gaining on the heard fast. Reaction kicked in pretty quick as me and Michaels managed to vault the fence and catch up to what looked like bikers on pokemon. One managed to skate his way by on a Metagross, one teetering up above on a Fearow, and the last member towering over the field on a Garchomp. I reached for my belt and grabbed the two I would have hoped to work together a little better than before.

"By orders of the Military, I order you three to cease and desist!" It caught their attention, but it also looked like it may have peeved them off. The black haired biker chick mounted on her Garchomp strode up with a chuckle on her lips as the others, both seemingly male, came to her sides and halted.

"Isnt that cute, you think you can take us three all on your own?" The guys and their pokemon snarled, letting themselves be known in their own manner. I looked over my shoulder and saw Michaels running up and stopping at my side, his eyes locking with mine and a grin crossing our faces.

"Michaels, deal with these three for a second, I'll be right back." I managed to bolt off, leaving Michaels behind with his pokemon strapped to his belt. I cleared the field and got out of sight, releasing both my Steelix and Yanmega. Yanmega in his moment of sweet ecstasy, decided to cling to my face like he did as a Yanma and flap his wings profusely. Steelix craned over and drug his cat-like tongue from my feet up to my cap, taking Yanmega and almost swallowing him by accident. The poor bug pulled himself out of Steelix' mouth and buzzed angrily, forcing a short huff of dust from the ironclad giant's nostrils.

"Ok you two, listen up and listen carefully." The two pokemon formed a silent truce and moved in. "Now look, I understand that you two dont have a lot of training time together, but I'm not going to let that stand in our way. You two are my best resorts, my dynamic duo. You can do it, I trust you both." Yanmega buzzed sadly as Steelix let a tear drop from the side of his muzzle. I rubbed their heads gently before hopping up on Steelix's forehead and allowing him to crane me above the housetops. Down in the field Michaels was putting on a show for the perpatrators. His Houndoom danced about, dodging attack after attack from the Garchomp and Fearow while bashing the Metagross with countless Will-o-Wisps. I thought all was well until a loud yelp struck our ears followed by a blood curdling crunch. I quickly looked in as close as I could, only to find the Houndoom's leg clamped into the mouth of the Metagross. My heart sank as crunch after crunch the Houndoom was pulled in more and more, Michaels being pinned back by a Dragon and a Bird. I wasnt going to stand for this. Not now, not EVER.

"Steelix! Stealth Rock! Yanmega! Bug Buzz! NOW!" My commands echoed throughout the valley, forcing the metallic beast to stop it's chewing and focus on the enraged steel serpent throw itself over the fence and charge at the Metagross, bringing with him several large pointed boulders. At the split second focus out ears became deafened by a high pitched shreak that forced everyone to cover their ears from the pain. By the time the discord had stopped the instigators were surrounded, spiked stones floating around them, freely gravitating around the path that Steelix had scratched into the landscape. I hopped down from Steelix' head and landed boot-first into the Metagross' rider, knocking him off of his mount and taking control, somewhat.

"Yanmega! Get Michaels and his Houndoom out of here! Steelix! Whip up a Sandstorm!" Steelix inhaled as Yanmega zipped in, grabbing Michaels by the collar of his shirt and allowing him enough time to withdraw his injured pokemon. With a breathtaking gust, sand whirled into a spiraling pillar that looked as if it went on for miles. The moment I now stood in made me feel like the most hardcore fighter in the world. There I was, standing before three trainers and their enraged pokemon. The man on the ground, just as I thought, was the tubby sidekick of the Ranger from earlier. The Rangers were present, but who was this woman working with them?

"Enough of your childs play! Garchomp! Dragon Rush!" The hued beast drew its head back and shouted to the heavens before charging at breakneck speed. I was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, so I used what got me into this mess to get me out!

"Yanmega! Air Slash with Protect!" A green blur flew through the wall of sand effortlessly and nailed the Garchomp at its ankles, tripping it up and throwing the rider into the column of sand. When the Fearow tried to take wing, Yanmega shot through again, tackling it with the Protect field up and throwing it into one of the jagged rocks and knocking it out pretty quick.

"Time to end this fight, Steelix! Mirage combo!" The ground shook. The earth seemed to tremble beneath my step. I advanced toward the perpatrators as I slowly began to rise, the wind roaring and the rocks spinning faster, the world seemed to buckle beneath my step. I started to free float, ten, fifteen, twenty feet high, arms outstretched as if I was going to catch something. I focused my eyes on the two Ranger wannabes and chuckled.

"I will give you one last choice. Turn yourself in, or fall to my merciless power!" The air reverberated with my voice. The two started squealing and crying, begging for me not to kill them. With arms outstretched they stayed there, hoping I would reconsider. I merely chuckled in reply.

"Michaels, get these two idiots. Yanmega, Steelix, you two can stop now." No sooner than I had issued the command, the noises began to cease along with the column of sand. The two looked at my pokemon and then me, both with a baffled expression on my face. "What? You never would ahve guessed that if you combined Magnet Rise, Roar, and Bug Buzz you could make yourself seem as strong as Arceus?"

That morning went by pretty early and the town seemed to be up in arms ready to kick butt. The Linoone were contained along with the Garchomp, Metagross, Fearow, and the two idiotic "trainers." Thankfully one of the Solaceon citizens had a PokeGear and managed to call Officer Jenny and her crack squad to apprehend and take care of the disturbance. Too 'em freakin' long enough too. The woman wasnt apprehended, from the amount of blood found we had assumed that she may have been ground up in the Sandstorm attack, but because we hae no reasonable proof, it cant be confirmed.

After all of that recently, it brings me up to where I am now. In the back of a truck being rushed to a Military Pokemon Center. Michaels' Houndoom may have lost all mobility in his front legs, but with high hopes and prayers he'll pull through. The Metagross was deemed uncannily hostile so it was destroyed. The Doctors there also mentioned something about an injection of some sort that may have been used to agrivate the pokemon into hostility. Stuff like this always seems to make me wonder why would someone want to do something like this to something this peaceful? Ah well. You cant save them all, ya know? You can only do what you can, and that's why I'm here.

With love and concern,

Militia-Apprentice Felix J Bailey, UPM.

 

[Astinus]

And I, unlike everyone else, love military stories. So I had to read this.

I enjoyed this, a lot. Bailey's voice comes out well in these letters, and I like how he's green but still able to hold his own when he needs to, like the second letter showed. And his Pokemon are even their own little characters. I "aww'ed" at the image of a sadly buzzing Yanmega.

The one suggestion I would make is just a simple one. Read over your chapters before you post them, since there were a few mistakes.

You never would ahve guessed that if you combined Magnet Rise, Roar, and Bug Buzz you could make yourself seem as strong as Arceus?"

"have"

Too 'em freakin' long enough too.

"Took"

But that's really it. Just those small little errors.

I'm definitely looking forward to more of these letters. Can't wait to see where Bailey's military training takes him!

 

[Eliminator Jr.]

I don't really have any constructive criticism to give, I'm just posting to let you know I'm reading, and that you're a great writer. I'm really liking this story.

 

[Hahlin]

Astinus: A MOD actually likes my story 0_0 *sniff* I feel so priviledged! As for the typos, I've done all of this so far on Wordpad. Word doesnt wanna work on this laptop for some reason.

Eliminator Jr. : Thanks, that's constructive criticism in its own way too ;P

And now, Letter 3 -PG for some of the material involved.

0700 HRS - "Pelipper Class" Carrier Plane en route to Lilycove Dept. Store​

Got a call from the higher-ups of the Hoenn Region this morning. Decided the crew needed a break so me and Venusaur are heading into this tiny battlefield. From what the breifing told me, I'm going into a computer repair request but I'm also looking for a perpetrator, an unknown assailant who has been using electronics to his advantage. I was told to come well equipped just in case, but eh, I could only pack so much on this frame. Turbulence is picking up, I'll have to write more when I touch down in Slateport.

0815 HRS - Slateport Intl. Airport.

Small crick in my neck and lost my pen, eh, can't get any worse I guess. I'm waiting for my truck to come through and roll me on to Lilycove to deal with this database issue. I wonder if the Police ever managed to catch that caper. Oh well, can't dwell on it too much, not my job after all. From the word going around it sounds like the archive may have a small virus in the system, shouldn't take too long to debug.

1241 HRS - Lilycove Hotel Complex.​

Note to self: Punch myself for saying it "cant get any worse." 3 Flat tires, fuel problems, radiator overheating, wild Pokémon busting up with vehicle, AUGH. This place is NOTHING like Johto! The town itself is pretty sleepy by the looks of it, not a lot of activity now that the Department Store is down and out for repairs. Well, guess it's time for me to hit the ol' iron and get to work.

1300 HRS - Lilycove Dept. Store​

"Dang it's dark in here." I whizzed the flashlight beam from one register to the other, watching the light bounce from the coins and the marble floor. "Freakin' freezing too. They must've shut down the air conditioning unit to keep the power from carrying over."

I strode through the shelves to the emergency stairwell, chills running down my spine with every step. Ever hear the tales of ghosts and spirits, how one can be around you and turn the air icy cold? That's what I had the feeling of, but I thought it was just me and shook it off. I walked up a floor and grabbed my PokeGear, checking the schematics of the building to try and find the maintenance shafts that lead me to the servers. Fourth Floor, and I'm currently on the Second. Piece of cake, right? I heard a scream come from a few shelves ahead, so I dropped my case of tools and bolted for it, yelling into my Gear for a medical squad to catch up to me. The sound of static droned me out and completely cut the com line, but I couldn't stop there, someone's either hurt or in trouble.

"Is anyone ok?! Help me find you!" I ran through the aisles of electronics until I got to the row of TVs just as the scream got louder. My shoes somehow lost complete traction as I slid off balance and landed on my side with a heavy thud, losing Venusaur's pokeball in the dark. I got on my hands and knees, feeling around for my flashlight in the pitch black darkness. I got a handful of what I thought was the light and gripped it tight. I felt the hot feel of blood slip out of my hand from grabbing the broken glass lens and yelped in pain, jerking my hand back and waving around trying to shake the remnants out of my palm.

"Flashlight's busted, lost Venusaur, and I probably can't find my way back to my kit. Crap. Venusaur! If you can hear me, c'mon out!" I heard the pop of the ball and watched the room light up for a few seconds as the wavering green giant made his way into the narrow aisles. He gave a low roar as he spun around looking for me, worry echoing in his tone. I felt a cold, coarse tendril hit my hand and recognized it as his Ingrain attack. I got a snug hold of the root and allowed him to lead me to his side, allowing me to give him a gentle, reassuring pat.

"Venusaur, do you think you can lead us both back to the stairwell?" He let out a low growl as the tendrils snaked around the aisles to the door. He shook the root that managed to contact something he thought was the door, so I grabbed his ball off the floor and followed the blinded beast by faith. I took baby steps, hand over hand down the line hopefully to the door. The air started to grow cold again, this is starting to really freak me out now. I felt the root grow cold to my touch and I felt my heart skip a beat as a surge of electricity brought me to my knees and then to the floor, body numb from head to toe. A large screen let out an eerie cackle as it lit up, a light bulb shaped figure shot its way out and lowered itself to my level, cackling and snickering in my face. The floor shook as Venusaur barreled through the aisles, roaring in anger and fear for my condition. Before the strange figure could move more than a foot a chunk of metal shelf collided with it and knocked it out of my sight. Venusaur took his vine and felt my body as his stiff breaths blew against my numbed face. The thing hit me with a Thunder Wave I think, but I bet you good money that was the cause of the attacks.

"Venusaur, I can't move. I think it paralyzed me. We need to get out of here now." I felt his nose bump my shoulder as his roots brought me up on his back and leaned me against the tree on his back. His vines began to stretch until we heard a a childish yell and whine. Every electronic object on the floor began to work. TVs lit up, blenders whirred, computers and their monitors flickered on and off. Out of the objects came streams of electricity and data, forming that odd light bulb-shaped thing from earlier. It rolled its growl as it summoned up a surge of electricity above it's head, whipping coils of energy binding into what looked like arms. Venusaur locked his legs, ready to pounce, the look of determination plastered on his face.

"Venusaur, dont run." He looked up in shock as my hand twitched, a smirk on my face rolling through. "We're gonna deal with this menace right here, right now!" I slid off of his back, his roots helping me hold myself up as the massive form of electricity laughed at us both. I clenched a fist and gritted my teeth, eyes locked with the monster's eyes.

"Venusaur! Ingrain, set your roots!" He roared loud before slamming his roots into the marble floor and bracing himself. The air grew dry as the mass of energy let loose a massive Thunderbolt attack and hitting Venusaur dead on. The magnitude of the attack blew screens and electronic motors left and right, throwing glass and other components in every direction. The monster looked at us and laughed. I laughed harder. The smoke and debris dropped, leaving my face and body peppered with fragments of glass and plastic, a chuckle rising in my voice.

"Pretty good Thunderbolt there, but if you were half as smart as you were tall, you would know your electricity works no more! Venusaur! Leech Seed, go!" The plant on his back spun itself, scattering seeds in a spraying pattern. The seeds coated the large, presumed Pokemon, and cast roots, binding the monster and slowly sucking away it's energy.

"Now that it's dropping, say night night, Sleep Powder!" The funneling plume of purple dust hit the Pokemon dead on. The monstrosity slowly began to lose its size and power as it dozed off. "Now, for the final move Venusaur, GIGA DRAIN!"

The room lit up with a neon green light as the not-so-massive Pokémon began to hue white along with Venusaur. The tree on Venusaur's back began to shift and shake before throwing dozens of white vine-like tentacles at the downed Pokémon. One by one the tentacles of light grabbed hold of the Pokémon and snapped the life out of the creature. By the time all of the vines had retreated back into Venusaur's back the creature had shrunken to the size of a shoebox.

"Well well, I know who you are. And I know JUST how to deal with you." I chuckled as the young Rotom pulled itself from the twisted roots that made up the Leech Seed attack.

1420 HRS - Lilycove Police Department​

The Pokémon recovered was, in fact, Rotom. It was a young one too. The owner came forward and took responsibility for the destruction of the property and the pain inflicted upon the fellow shoppers. From what he was saying, when he went to return a new lawn mower after hearing of some sort of glitch in the workings, he didnt know his Rotom was in it. He had been looking for the Rotom for a while now and finally tracked it down to here. I DID manage to get the servers back up and working, and me and Venusaur went to the Berry Master to reward the big lug for his awesome job in the store. Don't think I can say the same for the executives who had to replace the floor and shelves. Ah well, you gotta do what'cha gotta do. Now if only I could find a way to get the remnants of that plasma-screen TV out of my cheek...

Just back from an "electrifying" experience,

Militia-Apprentice Felix J Bailey, UPM