dajman1996
Novice Turbo Duelist
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- Age 31
- Melbourne
- Seen Jun 17, 2014
Notes: You know, I've always wondered what would've happen if I made Pokemon into foot soldiers, commanding tanks, jets, and the like. I mean, picturing Blastoise, brandishing two machine-pistols is pretty bad-ass, right? Anyways, read the story, hope you enjoy it, if you do, feel free to review it, but if you hate it, then what the hell are you doing on this page.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that relates to Pokemon, or Nintendo for that matter.
Sorry, onto the story…
Mt. Blaze was covered in a thick, damp and misty fog. There was absolutely no visibility at all, and from Lieutenant Col. Tyranitar's point of view, it was one hell of a reckless mission. Flying a C-130 Hercules Plane with absolutely no visuals, and only radar to guide the bird. Tyranitar hated radar, thought it was unreliable, and nothing, nothing could compare to the quick eyes of a real, trained pilot Pokemon.
Which it was, because flying the plane right now, was Technical Sergeant Dragonite, one of the most elite pilots to ever don a flying helmet. The plane homed in closer, approaching the luminous mountain slowly, cautiously. The bridge fell eerily silent, and Tyranitar stared intently at his pilot, who was carefully manoeuvring the plane inch by inch, trying to avoid any obstacles that got in his way.
Tyranitar's radio headset emitted a shrill screech; someone wanted to contact him. He turned it on.
"What's the problem?" he grumbled, his voice gruff and battle-hardened.
"Yeah, sir, it's about the mission," came a nasal, high-pitched reply.
Tyranitar shook his head in disbelief. In all his years of warfare, he had never met, or served with a soldier as nervous, or a jumpy as Ampharos. The Electric Pokemon had signed up to the corps at a very young age, rising slowly through the ranks, and evolving along the way. It was only when he was promoted to Staff Sergeant that he evolved into his final form, but his personality and traits stayed the same.
"Ampharos, we've talked about this before," Tyranitar growled, agitated, "We go in, we raze the camp to the ground, and then we get the hell out, got it?"
"Well sir, I'm fine with the first, and the last steps, but I'm not so sure about the 'razing the camp' bit. Are we gonna blow it up, or storm it?"
"Whichever comes first," replied Tyranitar. "Now cut the link and leave me in peace. You should really find a therapist."
"Hey, that's not funny! Do you know what kind of therapists we have on this junker? It's called a Jynx, sir, a JYNX!"
Tyranitar snuffed a laugh, "Yeah, well from what I've heard, she's not so bad. Tyranitar out."
He closed the link himself, promptly switching his headset off. As soon as he did this, Lieutenant Blastoise, a veteran who had served a great deal of years with Tyranitar looked up from his monitor.
"Hey sir," he asked, "What was that all about?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Just ****ing Ampharos getting a little jumpy, that's all."
From his position, Tyranitar saw Blastoise smirk. "Ah, good ol' Amphy," he chuckled, "I've always enjoyed his pessimism. Did ya tell him to go see Jynx about it?"
"As always," mumbled Tyranitar.
Their conversation was interrupted by a sharp, continuous beeping noise which came from Blastoise's dashboard. The Shellfish reacted instantly, putting his headphones on, and flicking a couple of switches before announcing, "Hey, I gotta a call from Drago, says he wants a heads-up. Everyone listen in closely."
Tyranitar snapped up, suddenly alert. "Put it on the big screen," he said.
Blastoise complied.
The face of Technical Sergeant Dragonite, or 'Draco' as his friends called him, appeared on the enormous screen in the bridge. He immediately started talking.
"Sir," he said, "We're approaching the drop zone quickly. I still got zero visuals, but so far, so good. I got no impacts or damage taken on our jet, and judging by my radar, no enemy missiles have launched."
"Excellent job, Sergeant," retorted Tyranitar, "ETA?"
"Judging by our current speed sir, 15 minutes."
"15 minutes?" questioned the Colonel, "You sure 'bout that?"
"Sableye swears it, sir, and you know how accurate he is."
Tyranitar nodded in approval. Corporal Sableye was 'Draco's' co-pilot, and had incredible calculation skills, and could estimate the range of any weapon, just by glancing at it. Shifty, dark, but altogether a real good guy, Sableye had earned the respect of just more than Dragonite.
"Alright Draco," said Tyranitar, "Keep flying the bird nice 'n slow, when you reach within dropping range, give us the A-OK signal."
"You the boss, boss-man," replied Dragonite, his face keen, "Draco, over and out."
The face on the screen disappeared in a flash of black, and Blastoise looked up at Tyranitar, his face eager to help.
"What now, sir?" he asked.
"Blastoise, rally the troops, get them in single file," answered Tyranitar, whilst beginning to walk out of the bridge. "I'll be with you in a sec."
"Gotcha."
As the Lieutenant exited the room, Blastoise got to his feet, turned on the PA and began to issue orders.
"Alright everyone, I want soldiers in battle formation, now! All men capable of flight, report to the launch bay at once! Turrets and Medical Support team on standby! This is an announcement to all Pokemon on this plane; if you can hear this, you're in the zone."
Before going out to the docking bay himself, Blastoise yelled once more, into the microphone.
"Every female and male on this ship, whether you're a Scyther or a Chansey, Prepare yourselves, 'cause were about to enter hell."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that relates to Pokemon, or Nintendo for that matter.
Sorry, onto the story…
Mt. Blaze was covered in a thick, damp and misty fog. There was absolutely no visibility at all, and from Lieutenant Col. Tyranitar's point of view, it was one hell of a reckless mission. Flying a C-130 Hercules Plane with absolutely no visuals, and only radar to guide the bird. Tyranitar hated radar, thought it was unreliable, and nothing, nothing could compare to the quick eyes of a real, trained pilot Pokemon.
Which it was, because flying the plane right now, was Technical Sergeant Dragonite, one of the most elite pilots to ever don a flying helmet. The plane homed in closer, approaching the luminous mountain slowly, cautiously. The bridge fell eerily silent, and Tyranitar stared intently at his pilot, who was carefully manoeuvring the plane inch by inch, trying to avoid any obstacles that got in his way.
Tyranitar's radio headset emitted a shrill screech; someone wanted to contact him. He turned it on.
"What's the problem?" he grumbled, his voice gruff and battle-hardened.
"Yeah, sir, it's about the mission," came a nasal, high-pitched reply.
Tyranitar shook his head in disbelief. In all his years of warfare, he had never met, or served with a soldier as nervous, or a jumpy as Ampharos. The Electric Pokemon had signed up to the corps at a very young age, rising slowly through the ranks, and evolving along the way. It was only when he was promoted to Staff Sergeant that he evolved into his final form, but his personality and traits stayed the same.
"Ampharos, we've talked about this before," Tyranitar growled, agitated, "We go in, we raze the camp to the ground, and then we get the hell out, got it?"
"Well sir, I'm fine with the first, and the last steps, but I'm not so sure about the 'razing the camp' bit. Are we gonna blow it up, or storm it?"
"Whichever comes first," replied Tyranitar. "Now cut the link and leave me in peace. You should really find a therapist."
"Hey, that's not funny! Do you know what kind of therapists we have on this junker? It's called a Jynx, sir, a JYNX!"
Tyranitar snuffed a laugh, "Yeah, well from what I've heard, she's not so bad. Tyranitar out."
He closed the link himself, promptly switching his headset off. As soon as he did this, Lieutenant Blastoise, a veteran who had served a great deal of years with Tyranitar looked up from his monitor.
"Hey sir," he asked, "What was that all about?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Just ****ing Ampharos getting a little jumpy, that's all."
From his position, Tyranitar saw Blastoise smirk. "Ah, good ol' Amphy," he chuckled, "I've always enjoyed his pessimism. Did ya tell him to go see Jynx about it?"
"As always," mumbled Tyranitar.
Their conversation was interrupted by a sharp, continuous beeping noise which came from Blastoise's dashboard. The Shellfish reacted instantly, putting his headphones on, and flicking a couple of switches before announcing, "Hey, I gotta a call from Drago, says he wants a heads-up. Everyone listen in closely."
Tyranitar snapped up, suddenly alert. "Put it on the big screen," he said.
Blastoise complied.
The face of Technical Sergeant Dragonite, or 'Draco' as his friends called him, appeared on the enormous screen in the bridge. He immediately started talking.
"Sir," he said, "We're approaching the drop zone quickly. I still got zero visuals, but so far, so good. I got no impacts or damage taken on our jet, and judging by my radar, no enemy missiles have launched."
"Excellent job, Sergeant," retorted Tyranitar, "ETA?"
"Judging by our current speed sir, 15 minutes."
"15 minutes?" questioned the Colonel, "You sure 'bout that?"
"Sableye swears it, sir, and you know how accurate he is."
Tyranitar nodded in approval. Corporal Sableye was 'Draco's' co-pilot, and had incredible calculation skills, and could estimate the range of any weapon, just by glancing at it. Shifty, dark, but altogether a real good guy, Sableye had earned the respect of just more than Dragonite.
"Alright Draco," said Tyranitar, "Keep flying the bird nice 'n slow, when you reach within dropping range, give us the A-OK signal."
"You the boss, boss-man," replied Dragonite, his face keen, "Draco, over and out."
The face on the screen disappeared in a flash of black, and Blastoise looked up at Tyranitar, his face eager to help.
"What now, sir?" he asked.
"Blastoise, rally the troops, get them in single file," answered Tyranitar, whilst beginning to walk out of the bridge. "I'll be with you in a sec."
"Gotcha."
As the Lieutenant exited the room, Blastoise got to his feet, turned on the PA and began to issue orders.
"Alright everyone, I want soldiers in battle formation, now! All men capable of flight, report to the launch bay at once! Turrets and Medical Support team on standby! This is an announcement to all Pokemon on this plane; if you can hear this, you're in the zone."
Before going out to the docking bay himself, Blastoise yelled once more, into the microphone.
"Every female and male on this ship, whether you're a Scyther or a Chansey, Prepare yourselves, 'cause were about to enter hell."
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