primalslowbro
"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." -Asimov
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 5, 2020 1:46:52 GMT
Preface Ever since I was a kid playing Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire, I've had a special love for the trainer class known as the Pokemon Ranger. (Not the spinoff version, although Shadows of Almia was a great game) I'd imagine how cool it would be to spend all your time in Hoenn's rainforests, catching cool Pokemon, protecting the environment, and keeping people out of trouble. Now I've decided to put into writing the stories of one such Ranger...
Part One: First Assignment I'm Catherine Fox, Pokemon Ranger. As of yesterday, at least. It's been three long years, but at the age of sixteen I'm now a licensed Ranger operating out of Fortree. This is the first time I've been on my own in the jungles of Hoenn Route 120. I can look forward to many years of plying the woods between Fortree and Mauville, saving Hikers from themselves and watching over nature. This is what I've always dreamed of. Presently we've made camp in a clearing. I'm by the fire, writing this journal and watching the pot of Furret stew. Furrets are invasive, and they make good eating. Next to me is Boris, my Bibarel who's been with me since I was a little girl in Sinnoh. He's sleeping... again. Still? You can't tell with Boris. In the tree over my head is my Staraptor, Celes. I remember when she was a tiny chick in my hands, but now she's a beautiful brown bird with a striking blue crest. I do wish she'd stop dropping Rattata bones on my head, though. Across from me, two of my other Pokemon are sparring: Vance the Zangoose and Roy the Breloom. Those two are always going at it, but they're best friends. Roy uses Vance's tail as a pillow when he thinks I'm not looking. Behind me somewhere is a Donphan named Pansy. She isn't technically one of mine, she's on loan from the Guild as a mount. I've found that her bare back is more comfortable than that awful saddle they gave me. I have a Linoone around too. Her name is Fleet and she's a bit of a free spirit, but Linoone are excellent trackers and I'd be lost without her. So I put up with her antics. The sixth member of my team is Barnaby, a Shelmet I caught in Unova. I was on a training mission, and long story short his String Shot and Absorb saved me from a feral Ursaring. Since then he's never left my side, and I've even got a special pack that he can ride in. I've also got a Blissey, Thea, who's also on loan from the Guild. She's here as a field medic for people and Pokemon alike. She's also good at finding edible plants. Speaking of, the soup smells done right about now. I'll call the gang over to eat and then I ought to hit the sack. Nights in these woods are beautiful. The Nincada and Kricketune chirping, the Taillow calls... once when I was here I saw a herd of Torterra lumbering towards the falls. Beautiful creatures, but not to be underestimated. An apprentice Ranger in my training class made the mistake of approaching a bull Torterra too roughly and, well... the crunch still haunts me. Oh, dear. I've let the stew boil over again.
Morning at last! I was rudely awakened by Vance's tail. That cat knows my schedule better than I do. I'm writing this atop Pansy's broad back. Most everyone is in their Poke Balls, except for Celes and Barnaby. We're patrolling a fairly well known hiking path, eyes peeled for Pokemon or people in trouble. The only person I've seen today is a Hiker named Big Joe. He's one of the only ones with a sensible head on his shoulders, knows these jungle trails better than half the dimwits in my training class. Him and that Probopass of his ought to be fine. The comms officer on the other end of my radio says that it's mating season for those bloody Furrets, as if every season isn't. Darn things breed like Bunnelby. Besides that, I'm told to keep an eye out for a herd of Tropius in the area. I wasn't aware they ranged this far west, so there may be something up with that. Oh, dear. My compass has been out of whack ever since I passed Big Joe and his Probopass. I'm not sure how that man does it. My radio's buzzing again, and it seems rather urgent. I'll have to pick this one up.
It's now late afternoon, and I'm fresh off my first rescue as a full-fledged Ranger. Some kid fell into a river while trying to tiptoe across an Acro Bike rail. When Pansy fished him out all he wanted to talk about was how he'd been chasing what he believed to be a "top percentage Wurmple," the whereabouts of which he was dismayed to find I did not know. It's a bloody Wurmple, for Palkia's sake. They're everywhere. And if licensed breeders can't judge a Pokemon's potential at a glance, surely this kid can't either. This job isn't always glamorous. But that's why I signed up. We're resting in a shallow part of a different river now, so as to escape the buzzing Cutiefly on the banks. Vance is having a staring contest with a nearby Lotad. He seems to dislike them for some reason. And I thought it was Seviper that those furballs had a blood feud with. Fleet's run off again to Arceus knows where, but I know she'll be back at a whistle. If not, Celes is excellent at rodent retrieval. There goes the radio again.
I arrive at a signpost indicating a waterfall crossing. The kid from before is there. He's waving me down. He's got something purple in his hands. I don't have time for this...
"Hey you! I TOLD you there was a top percentage Wurmple in these woods!" The boy presents me with a purple Wurmple. He actually found one. Granted, shininess doesn't necessarily influence strength, but such mutations are one in eight thousand.
"That's nice, bud. Now run along. I've got Ranger business to attend to."
"Hey! I wanna be a Ranger! It's true that Rangers can sponsor and train their own apprentices, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"GREAT!! I found this Wurmple, so you HAVE to train me!"
"Catching a Wurmple is hardly an impressive qualification. Now if you'll excuse me-"
"Have YOU caught a top percentage Wurm-" At this I spurred Pansy on, and we charged over the bridge past the prodigal bugcatcher.
We arrived at the site of the emergency. A family of tourists from Mossdeep are penned in by a pack of Manectric. Excellent. Apart from Pansy, my team is not especially fond of the canines' electric attacks. The tourists are being protected by a rather chubby Glaceon, whose defensive capabilities I seriously doubt. I hop off Pansy's back. On top of an earthquaking Donphan is a bad place to be. One quake, and three Manectric go down. I release Vance and Roy, who each take down one yellow thunderdog. The pack leader yips and leaps straight at me. Vance lunges, but forgets that his hind claws are still stuck in a Manectric. Pansy is charging tusk-first into the rest of the pack to protect the family. And Roy is busy pummeling his Manectric into submission. The pack leader's tackle knocks me back. Barnaby slips out of my pack, and sits there with a puzzled expression on his face before launching a toxic spike at the nearest Manectric. I fumble for a Poke Ball at my belt, but by then the Manectric and I are airborne. I throw the ball, hoping it's Celes and she can Fly me to safety. Something pink pops into existence. I land heavily at the bottom of a small cliff.
A few moments later, a fluffy white paw jolts me awake. The rotund pink shape of Thea the Blissey is above me. My forehead is bleeding, which the Pokemon medic is fixing. I think one of my legs is broken. Can't tell which. The Manectric is charging me, and I have my doubts about the fighting ability of this Blissey. Unfortunately said Blissey is sitting on my throwing arm. The Manectric draws ever closer, and Thea is still complacently singing to herself as she rubs my forehead and chest. Suddenly, from above- "WURMPLE! USE STRING SHOT!!!" Something white hits the Manectric, wrapping it up like a burrito in the Mauville food court. This gives me the time I need to roll the uncooperative Blissey off my hand and throw a Poke Ball. Fleet the Linoone appears and immediately slams the Manectric with extreme speed. That settled, I consent to let Thea have at my leg.
Some minutes pass. I climb the cliff, send the tourists on their way after giving them a once over, and collect Roy, Vance, and Barnaby. I'm about to radio base when a familiar child comes barreling out of a thicket.
"Hey, ranger lady! It's me, Benny! Although you should call me Wurmple Master Benny! I saved you, and now you have to train me! We're gonna do so many cool thi-"
"Slow down, buddy. Why did you follow me here? I told you to stay clear."
"I'm WURMPLE MASTER BENNY! King of the forest! Me and my Wurmple are gonna be the Champions someday! But first I gotta learn to be a Pokemon Trainer! Which is where you come in!"
"I WON'T train you. I've just been certified myself, I don't plan on taking an apprentice for some time."
"But- but- but how am I supposed to make a mark on the world?" He grew somber. "My parents died in the fires when Primal Groudon attacked. After I came to these woods, I promised them I'd be the Champion. I promised them I'd make the world a safer place for everyone." He sniffed, then stared at me with a warrior's glint in his eye. "So you have to train me to be a Ranger! So I can help people and be the greatest Bug trainer!"
"How old are you, Benny?"
"Nine!" For the first time, I see a bit of myself in this little kid and his Wurmple. I was nine when I began my journey as a Pokemon Trainer, with big dreams of getting into the Ranger Guild and the belief that me and my then-Bidoof could take on the world. This kid has that spark. Few people in my class had it, but I think this Benny kid could be something truly great.
"Fine." I hand him my orange cap, decorated with the Ranger emblem and some mud, and a length of Ranger-grade rope to wear at his belt. "Starting now, you are my apprentice. Take this manual and some Poke Balls from my stash. We'll make camp and I'll start teaching you the basics." Benny stared at me with tears in his eyes. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. A few minutes later, two humans and a Donphan lumbered through the Hoennese rainforest.
I'm writing this entry back at last night's campsite. Benny has his nose stuck in my battered copy of the Ranger's Handbook, and my Pokemon are busy training. Except Boris, who just sleeps. I'm reflecting on today's events. Tropius herds moving west, and a Manectric pack this far north? Something isn't right in these woods. If you know how to read them, the signs are everywhere. The Manectric today looked malnourished, as though they'd ran nonstop for days. There's a dark presence in these woods, and it falls to the Pokemon Rangers to guard against it. Am I ready for this? No. But that's what the Rangers do, face the things nobody else can. And with Benny and his "top percentage Wurmple" by the fire with me, I feel like there's nothing we can't do.
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primalslowbro
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 5, 2020 14:00:30 GMT
Part Two: Stirring I'm under new orders to man a checkpoint in the southern part of the Hoennese rainforests. These checkpoints act as sites for travelers to get supplies and/or directions, and it usually falls to the lower ranked Rangers to occupy them. I don't mind, as it gives me time to train with Benny and my Pokemon. The "checkpoint" is a small wooden hut with a few windows, a PC, a Poke Mart stocked with the bare essentials, and a first-aid setup. Right now it's just Thea and I here, plus the Poke Mart clerk. I wonder what he did to get stuck out here. Benny and Wurmple have gone out to catch some Pokemon, and I sent Celes to keep an eye on them. Nothing much exciting has happened, and we're going to be here for another week. I'm anxious to get back in the field and investigate the strange Pokemon appearances. The Guild doesn't seem to think it's important, but I think there's something going on here. Better safe than sorry, that's what I say. There's somebody at the window now, probably another one of those morons from Slateport who forgot their map.
I approach the window, and see the bearded face of Big Joe the hiker. His Probopass is floating up the path behind him, more slowly than usual. "Hey Joe. What brings you here today? We have some of those Alolan coffee beans you've taken a liking to."
"This is serious," says Joe. "Probopass, get over here. By the way, I saw one of those Manectric yesterday. They seem to be doing fine. Certainly aren't hostile."
"That's great," I say. I notice that Joe's Probopass is levitating a slab of rock. Laying on this rock is a Furret. Somehow I doubt Joe is bringing me my lunch. The Furret is twitching. "What's with the- oh." A nasty blackened wound is decorating the Furret's flank. I immediately examine it. Definitely not a Seviper tail. Too big to be a Skorupi or Dustox sting. I carry the Furret to Thea, who begins working her magic. With the poor animal safely under the Blissey's care, I return my attention to Big Joe. "Where did you find this Furret?"
"It was near the bike path to Mount Pyre. Laying in a bush mewling at us. I took a look, and something isn't right about that wound. I reckon I've been bitten by half the Pokemon in these woods, and I've never seen that before."
"You can go, Joe. We'll take care of that Furret. Keep an eye out for anything else suspicious, you hear?"
"Will do, miss. Speaking of... I've been seeing an unusual amount of Absol lately." This is trouble. Absol aren't venomous, so I doubt one of them is behind this. But what the feline Pokemon do have is an uncanny knack for predicting calamity and showing up in advance to warn people. Absol don't usually prowl this far south unless there's a prey shortage in their usual hunting grounds. There's something up, all right. I thank Joe for the tip and make a note to inform the Guild of the Absol sightings.
The Furret is doing quite well, all things considered. We still have no idea what happened to it, but it's going to pull through. I've requested some cameras from the nearest Ranger outpost in an attempt to figure out what's going on here. Benny and Celes have come back, the former having caught a Golett in some jungle ruins and the latter having caught a Rattata to eat. Ancient civilizations once inhabited this forest, and some of the ruins are still patrolled by Pokemon such as Golurk and Claydol. Recently these sentinels have been fighting a losing battle against one of the preeminent Mightyena packs of the jungle, but I digress. Benny seems to be picking up on the Ranger's tracking skillset quite rapidly. It probably helps that he knows these woods. The guy at the Poke Mart won't stop coming out here to gripe about how a "dude with thick glasses" bought his entire stock of Dusk Balls. I haven't seen Fleet since this afternoon. Once she disappeared on me for three days in the middle of a rainstorm. I told the Guild about the Furret and the Absol sightings, and they're willing to admit there may be something afoot... but not enough to dispatch more Rangers to the southern forests. It's tourism season up north, and the Guild's resources are held hostage by the Fortree travel companies this time of year. So right now it's me, the four or five checkpoints in my vicinity, and any patrols who pass through. I hope those cameras get out here soon so Benny and I can place them. I might give one or two to Joe if I see him again.
Morning. The Guild got back to me. Apparently the next supply Donphan will be here in four days with my cameras. No Rangers. They offered to loan me a Machoke, but I declined. I don't need a Machoke. I need people. I'm convinced that the radio op thinks I'm exaggerating the situation because I'm a rookie. Thea's done her best with the Furret, and I'm optimistic that we can release it today. The Poke Mart guy is still complaining, this time that the thatch roof above his kiosk is leaking. I think it might have something to do with the fact that he took off a few bundles of thatch to "let fresh air in." There's three big open windows in here, for Palkia's sake. Anyway, the end result is that this checkpoint smells like earthworms and I'm stuck with a whiny shop attendant and a singing Blissey. I'll write more later.
It's been three days since my last entry. I've been yelled at about the rain by more tourists than I can count. I'll have to ask the Poke Mart guy why we don't sell umbrellas here, because I genuinely don't know. Speaking of the Poke Mart guy, he's now employing a bucket to collect rain from the leaky roof instead of putting the bloody thatch back. Vance has been sharpening his claws on one of the legs of the Ranger's desk I am occupying. Since the weather outside is absolute Trubbish, Benny and I have been focusing on the more academic points of Ranger training. He's a pretty bright kid, and I reckon he's smarter than half the sixteen-year-olds at the Ranger Academy in Fortree. Fleet came back last night from wherever she's been. I'm working on modifying my PokeNav to interface with the field cameras I'm getting, since I won't be able to monitor them from here when somebody else takes over this checkpoint. It's a bit tricky when all you have are the specs rather than an actual camera, but that'll be fixed tomorrow. The Donphan better not be delayed.
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primalslowbro
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 5, 2020 21:19:19 GMT
Part Three: The Herd Being a Ranger means sometimes you have to drop what you're doing for the greater good. Benny and I were setting cameras along one of the southern trails when I received new orders: One of the wandering Tropius herds seems agitated, and I have to defuse the situation before one of them mauls somebody. So now they get to maul me instead? Okay, it's not as bad as I make it sound. Besides, the migratory Tropius are almost certainly connected to the fleeing Manectric and the half-dead Furret Big Joe found. I guess we get to kill two Pidgey with one Stone Edge.
Benny and I have stopped on our way to the Tropius herd. The sun is setting, and I don't fancy wandering this part of the woods at night. Ariados are nasty creatures. Benny's Golett is having a nice boxing match with Roy the Breloom. Meanwhile, the two of us are off to do some training while Thea looks for something to flavor my soup.
"Okay, so the next thing I'm going to teach you is how to use that rope I gave you. Grip it like this, and throw. Aim a bit above that branch." The hook spears a leaf a few feet left of the branch. "Not bad for a first attempt," I tell him. It took me ages to get good with this rope, after all. "You keep at it, I'm going to check on things at camp."
"Okay!" Benny shouts, and a moment later another leaf is speared. One more throw, and a nest containing a startled Pidove falls from a tree. At least he's trying. That's more than some people in my class ever did.
Thea is dumping an armful of plant matter in the pot. I trust her judgement. I recheck my notes on the Tropius herd. According to the Ranger who saw them last, the herd is about forty strong, with twenty being healthy adult males. There's also eight hatchlings, ten healthy females, and a mating pair of elderly adults. I really don't want to antagonize this bunch. Tropius are placid, but threaten a hatchling and you're in for it. And if this lot are already on edge for some reason... yeah. Going to be careful with this one. I sample a bit of the soup. It's very sour. I make a note to talk to Thea about mine and Benny's culinary preferences. Benny shows up, and we settle in for dinner. Celes has kindly agreed to keep watch for us, so we can safely sit round the fire and read through my handbook. I make it a point to brief Benny on the Tropius we're trailing.
The next day we're back on the road. Fleet is probably a day or so ahead of us, having been sent on in advance. Benny is showing me his rope-throwing skills. He can hit a stationary target half the time, which is already a great improvement over yesterday's Pidove toppling. We're walking along a riverbank, and Vance keeps darting off to glare at any suspicious looking Lotad. He really has it out for them for some reason. The Lotad seem nonplussed.
We've caught up with Fleet, and are perched on a cliff overlooking a lagoon. Forty-odd Tropius are there, drinking or resting. One of them, nearest us, seems to be wounded. It's one of the adult males. I'm going to try and get a closer look. I set Barnaby down next to Benny and tell them both to stay there. I anchor my rope to a stump in the valley and slide down the slope, coming to a rest near the injured Tropius. A female, possibly its mate, is nosing its flank and snorts at me. I sidle into a hedgerow and wait until the female plods off in search of food. Creeping closer, I see a blackened gash in the Tropius's side. It looks identical to the one afflicting that Furret from a week ago, same size and all. But the Furret was nowhere near here. Odd. I spray a potion from my belt on the wound and place a medicinal herb in the half-asleep dinosaur's mouth. Thea is up the hill and we don't have a checkpoint's resources, but it's the best I can do. And these things are bigger and hardier than Furrets. The female is returning, flapping her leafy wings at a brisk pace and clutching an uprooted berry bush in her jaws. I return to my rope and scamper up the hillside to rejoin my team. Tomorrow will be the hard part: Steering the herd away from a major trail, or at the very least soothing their angry mood.
I've spent most of the night observing the Tropius, and I've worked out which one is in charge. An older male, with pale green leaves and icy blue eyes, casts an imperious presence over the herd. He's clearly the herd leader, and if I can steer him in the right direction the other Tropius will follow. The only problem is finding out how I'm going to get an elder Tropius whose herd is in danger to cooperate. At dawn we pack up and hike around the valley's rim to get closer to the herd leader. As we walk, I notice that the wounded dinosaur is recovering. He's awake, and lumbering slowly after his mate. Good. Benny and I stop in a thicket with a perfect view of the elder Tropius. The herd doesn't seem like they're planning on going anywhere, so I don't think we're on a time constraint. I decide to introduce myself to the elder. I rappel down the slope and approach him with a hand outstretched. He sniffs it and growls. Great. I back off. The next few attempts go similarly. I even sent Benny down, accompanied by a circling Celes, but the Tropius seemed indifferent. Anyway, all this has clued me in to one key fact: The herd isn't outright hostile to Benny and I, which means whatever attacked them is not human. I think I'll go down and check on the injured male. It smelled me when I gave it the herbs, and it might be more trusting.
Fresh off another failed attempt to befriend the elder, I walk around the rim of the lagoon valley to find the injured Tropius. It doesn't seem to care one way or the other about my proximity... but its mate, circling overhead, certainly does. Damn. Before I know it, I've been bowled over by a dive-bombing dinosaur. I recover my footing, but the entire herd is bearing down on me. I've really messed this one up. I run, but I can't outrun the airborne members of the herd. I can't scale the valley rim without a rope. Suddenly, from above, a voice cries out!
"YAAAA-HOOOO!" It's Benny. That idiot has actually done it. He's thrown the tail end of his rope and lassoed the base of a Tropius's sturdy brown neck. I respect his adherence to the Ranger code of causing minimal harm, but I can't see how this ends any way besides him dashed against a cliff and me trampled by dinosaurs. Suddenly, Benny swings before me. He locks his legs about my neck and continues on his arc. At the apex of his swing, he lets go of the rope. We fly backwards, and I land on the Fruit Pokemon's broad back. Benny slides off my back and finds his grip between me and the Pokemon's rear. Undoing Benny's rope a bit, I find I'm able to steer the Tropius. We soar out of the valley, landing next to our campsite. The Tropius looks at us curiously. It seems that we've earned the Pokemon's respect. I gesture to the east, the land of Tropius herds. The creature snorts at the herd elder. After a long moment, the herd takes off and flies eastward. We've done it. But our Tropius is staying. I meet its gaze. It bows its head. Then it trudges past me to nudge Benny, who's still laying on the ground in shock. The dinosaur's nudge breaks him out of it. Eyes wide with wonder, Benny cautiously takes out a Premier Ball I gave to him. The Tropius blinks. Benny gives the ball a gentle toss. It snaps shut instantly, not even a shake. Benny looks at me, a wide grin on his face. I smile back, and we head off towards a Ranger checkpoint, together with our newest team member.
After resupplying, we're on the road again. I've been told to resume my patrol pattern, so Benny and I are headed south to investigate the "Stalker," as we've dubbed it. The cameras have yet to reveal anything besides passing Furrets, but we're optimistic. I'm still in awe at Benny's stunt with the Tropius. Senior Rangers can't even pull something like that. He really is learning the ropes (ha) quite quickly. I've got high hopes for this kid. He may just be the champion of Hoenn one day. But for now, he's an apprentice Ranger. And we have a lot of work ahead of us. But first, we'll stop for dinner. A hearty meal is as good a place to start as any. Ranger Catherine Fox, signing off.
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primalslowbro
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 6, 2020 16:22:22 GMT
Part Four: The Stalker We're back on our scheduled patrol route. Benny is learning the art of Donphan riding with the gentle Pansy, which gives me time to sit at the back of the elephant with Barnaby and analyze the camera footage I've been getting. Back at the checkpoint, Barnaby served as a rather sociable paperweight, but now he's back in my pack and chirping happily to himself. We're stopping every so often to lay new cameras. Looking over the footage, I've found something interesting. Previously the only objects of note were Furret scampering through the underbrush. But after slowing down a few choice bits of film, I've discovered something that definitely isn't the Long Body Pokemon. It's fast, and I can only observe it by slowing down the film. As it is, the low-light environment means it's hard to see, and even slowed down this thing is about as fast as a Linoone in normal motion. All I've been able to see here are four spindly legs. They appear canine in nature, but with their lack of girth you'd expect them to be limbs of an insectoid Pokemon like a Surskit or Araquanid. These have shown up on several cameras, and the color patterns are different each time from what I can tell, meaning it's possible that we're dealing with multiple individuals. I ran the footage through my Pokedex and sent it to a Pokemon Professor on staff at a Ranger outpost, but it matches nothing on file. We're dealing with a new species here. The other noteworthy development is that Camera Five picked up an interesting audio clip. It seemed to be slithering, but the sound makes it seem like a massive serpentine creature, far too bulky to be a Seviper or Arbok. I'm not aware of any serpentine Pokemon that large. It seems unlikely that this is connected with the spindly-legged creatures, but nothing's out of the question here. I've decided to forbid Fleet from wandering too far for now.
"Cate! Look!" It's Benny. I do wish he wouldn't call me Cate. Anyway, he's pointing at a bush. More precisely, a Furret tail next to said bush.
"Stop Pansy," I order. "We need to get a look at it."
"Aye-aye, Cap'n!" Benny shouts enthusiastically. He tugs on Pansy's reins a bit, and the Donphan stops and crouches to allow us to dismount. Benny reaches the bush, and pulls out a female Furret with a blackened wound on its neck. It seems to be alive, but just barely. I compare it to images of the wounds on the Tropius and the first Furret. Identical. This wound seems to be fresher, however. A few shards of rock are embedded near the wound. Upon brushing them out, they appear to disintegrate. That's strange. Very strange indeed. I motion to Benny. It's time for his first lesson in field medicine.
We've made camp for the night, and I'm writing this while thinking about today's discoveries. Another wounded Pokemon, with disintegrating stone particles near the injury. Spindly-legged canines and a monstrous serpent moving unseen through the rainforest. Is one of them responsible for what's going on? Are both of them, as far-fetched as that may be? Are the Tropius and Manectric fleeing from them? I wish I knew more. Benny's training is progressing excellently, from Donphan riding to medicine. Although, I suppose, somebody who can lasso a flying Tropius and mount it should have no trouble with a Donphan as gentle and well-trained as Pansy. Right now he's off gathering ingredients for tonight's meal. Thea is showing him some of the lesser-known edible plants in these parts. I'm going to stay up a bit looking at live feeds from the cameras after we eat. Which reminds me: Even after I sent them the slithering noises and the video clips, they still won't send more Rangers. According to them, this still isn't serious enough to deprive the travel companies of their tour guides. I hate tourist season.
Wasn't planning to update my journal until sometime tomorrow at the earliest, but something came up. Benny and I were watching the cameras tonight when we saw a Furret followed by a blur of motion. We slowed it down and got a very slow Furret and several pairs of skinny dark legs at a brisk trot. According to Benny's count, there's enough legs to suggest four creatures. I think he counted some twice, but I'm keeping that to myself. But now we've confirmed my theory that there's more than one of these Stalkers. And, even more importantly, they were chasing a Furret. I'm going to check the area surrounding that camera tomorrow. Now it's off to bed with me, after I send this to the Guild. Good luck to them denying us more manpower now!
Halfway through breakfast, my PokeNav vibrates. It's a message from the Guild. Pre-recorded. I put it on, and the goateed face of Ranger Captain Ross Weiler, regional commander and the officer who oversaw my certification, appears. I press play.
"Greetings, Ranger Fox. We received your message concerning the "Stalkers" and do not believe it's important enough to warrant dispatching additional Rangers. That is all." Captain Weiler lowers his hand, glances around, and then leans in closer to the camera. "Listen, Catherine. I'm not supposed to tell you most of this, but you've a good head on your shoulders. Whatever you've stumbled upon, it's BIG. The higher-ups in Fortree have really got their Shuppets in a twist. They won't tell me anything. It's all 'classified this, foreign affairs that' up there. I wish I could send people down there, but I'm under strict orders not to. If they find out I'm even telling you this, I'm in for a court-martial. no Cubones about it. Stay vigilant. Weiler out." He lowers his hand again, ending the message for real this time.
I sit there, stunned. It seems to me that Fortree is overreacting... unless they know something I don't, which it seems they do. Weiler mentioned foreign affairs? What's that got to do with anything? And if this is as bad is he says, why aren't they sending more Rangers? If it was that big, surely they could shut down tourism and reassign all those personnel and Pokemon to investigate down here. Part of me wants to march up to the regional base and have a talk with Captain Weiler, but that won't do either of us any good. Better that Benny and I stay where we are. Maybe we can find out what's up, maybe we can even stop it. At the very least we can monitor the situation and keep things under control until the Guild intervenes. I mount Pansy behind my apprentice, and he kicks her armored sides. We set off into the jungle, into the known and the unknown.
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 7, 2020 2:21:41 GMT
Part Five: The Ice Caves We've got new orders again, and they haven't anything to do with the Stalkers. I'm still a bit bothered by that whole situation, but hopefully the Guild has a plan to respond, since they clearly know what we're dealing with. If they aren't, though, then the least they could to is let the southern Rangers know what we're up against. As I'm writing this, Roy the Breloom is sitting in a tree looking for berries. I bring this up because he keeps dropping them on and around Benny and I. Anyway, where was I? New orders. Yes. It has come to the Guild's attention that the Primal Groudon attack of nearly a year ago unsealed a frozen cavern that's been buried since the last Ice Age. The Guild doesn't believe there's anything alive in there, and they want me to make sure that it's safe so they can let the bloody tourism companies take bored Mauvillites there. So that's where we're headed. We're about a day away, and Benny is optimistic to do some training there. I think he knows that two-thirds of his team is weak to ice. I hope he does.
We're on the road again. I'm alone on Pansy's armored back today, as Benny's Tropius has consented to serve as a mount. His Golett is keeping up a steady march behind me, and his Wurmple is sitting on his head. My team are all in their Poke Balls except for Vance and Boris, who are being sentries for today so Celes can have a break. Not that the bird would ever voluntarily accept one. Vance is doing his usual nonsense of darting around like an overcaffeinated Beedrill and pausing to stare down puddle-dwelling Lotad, and Boris is plodding ahead with a blank look on his face. He keeps making a chirpy noise that I've come to know means he wants his favorite snack: peanut butter. Not an ideal sentry, that one.
"What does your Zangoose have against Lotads?" asks Benny. "Every time we pass one he acts like a Primal Seviper just kidnapped his grandma."
I chuckle at Benny's analogy. "I wish I knew. He's been like that as long as I've known him. Personally I think they're rather cute."
"Ludicolo is awesome," declares Benny. "Too bad I already have a Grass type!" He pats his Tropius like a used car salesman. "This big boy knows Air Slash, Energy Ball, Leech Seed, and Nature Power!" He's told me this several times. He's particularly proud of the fact that the dinosaur mastered Nature Power under his training, and so am I. When we met it, this Tropius couldn't properly channel the force of nature, and his use of Nature Power would spit out a random attack instead of one appropriate to our terrain. This resulted in the Tropius burning several Yanma half to death with a Lava Plume instead of using Power Gem like Benny had wanted (and was appropriate for the cave they were in), which so far has been his only complaint about the powerful tree dragon.
We're outside the ice caves. I've pitched camp, and we'll wait out the night here. Only fools enter uncharted caves while tired and hungry, and I like to think that my apprentice and I are only slightly foolish, even if such events as my poorly planned Tropius diplomacy and Benny's miraculous flying-dinosaur-wrangling suggest otherwise. Benny was supposed to help me with tonight's soup, but he ran off to practice a "secret technique" with Tropius. So Thea and I are responsible for dinner again, although Barnaby and Wurmple are more than willing to taste test. Boris has nodded off with his snout in a jar of peanut butter, his reward for enduring the hardships of sentry duty. On to something more interesting: I wanted to know how Benny's Tropius was able to use Lava Plume from a cave-based Nature Power, so I called up one of my professors from the Ranger Academy, Professor Jackson Birch. He put me in touch with a colleague of his named Kukui who researches Pokemon moves and is based somewhere in Alola. According to this Kukui, certain Pokemon have the ability to tap into the energy of the natural world to form attacks. It's easiest to let the energy take the form of its environment, as the Nature Power move often does, but an inept Pokemon who hasn't had enough practice can sometimes summon a different sort of attack. Likewise, an exceptionally strong Pokemon can purposely mold natural energy into whatever element they choose. Interesting. There's Benny coming back. Better get cracking on this soup.
The sun rises yet again on the Hoennese rainforests, and Benny and I are fixing to descend into the primordial depths. The ice cave looms before us like the jaws of a Mega Glalie, and frigid air blasts our faces despite the humidity. It'll be nice to be somewhere where I'm not constantly sweating, I suppose. The mouth of the cave is a sheer drop. Going down that way would be suicide, and the only way out after doing so would be for Celes and Tropius to fly us back up. I affix my rope's hook to a rock and tie its tail round the base of the hooked tip of Benny's rope. This I drop into the cave. We can't be sure it'll reach, however. Benny places his Wurmple on the rope, and it inches into the inky blackness. A few minutes pass, and Wurmple scoots back into view. It makes its way to the top and clicks twice, the signal that, according to its trainer, means the rope has reached ground. I turn to Benny, who has collected his bug and is standing behind me. "Ready?"
"I was BORN ready!" Benny's shout nearly knocks me off balance. "This'll be my first real adventure, the beginning of my legend!" I think the Tropius rope stunt would be a better 'legendary beginning', but I don't have much experience with these things.
"Okay. Follow my lead." Gripping the rope, I inch my boots over the edge. I slide down the icy slope like a skier, except instead of skis and poles I just have a rope and the world of a purple caterpillar that I probably won't die a horrible death at the bottom. As I go, I thank myself that Ranger-issue ropes are a special weave made of metal and Wurmple silk, made for smoothness, grip, and elasticity, and won't give me the world's most brutal rope burn. Behind me, I hear the excited whoops of Benny as he follows me down. Maybe when this place becomes a tourist attraction, they can put a waterslide here. It would sure beat the escalator they like to use for these situations. I see the hook of Benny's rope rushing towards me, and dig in with my spiked boots to stall. I release the rope and place my hands past the hook, then unstick myself and resume sliding. "Mind the hook! Use the spikes like I showed you!" I yell back at Benny.
"Aye-aye, Cap'n!" Benny makes it to the second rope, and we make it safely to the bottom, where there is maybe a foot and a half of slack rope. I can't see more than two meters ahead of me, so I fumble in my pack for a headlamp. Really ought to have put it on before we came down, but it's too late for that. Benny releases Golett, who manifests a purple glowing orb in its tiny palm. That'll do, actually. By the light of Golett's power core and illuminating ball of ghostly energy, we walk forwards and into the ice caves.
We enter a massive cavern, and are greeted by an amazing sight. Frozen in a jagged chunk of ice is a gigantic Aurorus. Sure, Aurorus are big- a normal adult is eight feet tall. This one is easily double that, and its scales are a pure white instead of the sky blue color that is common to the Tundra Pokemon. It's frozen in time, exactly as it was when it walked the plains of the world millennia ago. According to archaeological research done in this area some years back, before the existence of this cave was known, a Rustboro geologist believes that during the ice age, the slab of rock containing this cave was attached to the Alola region, specifically Poni Breaker Coast- whatever that is. Anyway, glaciers broke it off, and over millions of years it inched across the globe and wound up integrated into eastern continental Hoenn. Fascinating, although I admittedly have no understanding whatsoever of plate tectonics. So this Aurorus originated in Alola, its ancestors probably having migrated over from Kalos when Alola was still joined to the main continent. And now it's come full circle, residing in Hoenn, the region with the deepest political and cultural ties to Kalos. Very poetic, I think. But why is it so bloody massive, and how come this cave isn't full of them? Aurorus are herd animals, and they never get anywhere near this size. Can't be Dynamax- there aren't any Power Spots in Hoenn or Alola, and a Dynamaxed Aurorus becomes a skyscraper-sized colossus. The big fellow would make quite the museum piece if the travel companies get their way.
While I was admiring the frozen Aurorus, Benny and Golett have completed a perimeter sweep. They didn't find any side passages or deeper caves. This is it. "Are you sure?" I ask Benny. Cave systems like this usually go deeper, especially ones dating back to the ice age.
"Sure as a Gogoat on a cliff," Benny replies. "Nothin here but us, the tunnel we slid down, and Mister Frosty there."
"Huh." I'm not sure that the tour companies would find this worth the investment, especially with the Lilycove Safari Zone having recently imported a live herd of Aurorus. "Okay. We'll do one last sweep all the same, and if this really is it then we'll get back to the rope, get out of here, and report in to the Guild. All clear?"
"You got it, Cate!" Benny still won't call me Catherine, although I suppose Cate is better than "Cap'n" or "Ranger Lady." While Benny takes the ground level, I head up a small hill towards an elevated slab of rock at the back of the cave, behind the frozen dinosaur. The icy walls of this place are beautiful, the way they reflect the light cast by my headlamp. The purple glow of Golett's shadow ball looks like a miniature aurora in the faceted crystalline walls. As I run my hand along the smooth surface of the ice, I see something within it. Something suspended in the ice, too deep for me to tell what it is. As I walk, I see more somethings in the walls. Angular and blue, they lurk beyond my sight like fish at the Slateport Aquarium. They aren't Aurorus, that much is obvious, but what? An ancient Pokemon lost to time? Strange crystal formations, made by the shifting glaciers of eons ago? A mere trick of the light? I don't know.
Suddenly, Benny calls out to me. " Cate! Come see this!" Benny's voice is coming from the front side of the Aurorus, so I head back down. As I walk, I see that the blue somethings are in the ground level walls too. The purple light of Golett's shadowy orb probably wouldn't illuminate them too well, but with my white light I can tell they're there. Either way, I won't be finding out. I haven't got an ice pick, and somehow I doubt Vance and Roy want to punch ice for hours in a subzero cave to satisfy my curiosity. Speaking of Vance, I toss him out as I walk. If Benny's found something, I want a Pokemon by my side, and my Zangoose's fluffy red-white coat make him the best suited for this environment. Vance yawns at me, glances around (perhaps looking for Lotad frozen in the ice, though I doubt he'll find any), and gets down on all fours to follow me with his puffy tail in the air. I notice that he hasn't folded his front claws back like Zangoose usually do when they walk, perhaps to get a grip on the ice. As he passes the first blue something, he presses his nose against the ice, sniffs, and snarls. There goes the blue somethings being a trick of the light, unless the Cat Ferret Pokemon can smell colors. Spoiler alert: they can't.
Vance and I join Benny at the very bottom of Aurorus's ice chunk. For the first time, I see a stone pedestal there. It's frosted over by ice, but something diamond-shaped and glowing lies beneath. "I found this," says Benny helpfully. "Not sure what it is, but it's the most interesting thing we've found." Personally I think that would be the blue somethings, but I keep that comment to myself. I take two chisels from my belt, and Benny and I begin hacking away at the icy coating on the pedestal's surface. Finally Vance pulls the last hunk away with this long foreclaws, and the pedestal's surface greets us. It has strange carvings in it, and a rhomboid notch in the center is occupied by an ice-colored gemstone that glows with a faint inner light. The crystal bears a snowflake-shaped black mark, and I can't tell if it's on the surface or in the crystal's core. I've never seen anything like it. I gingerly touch its glimmering surface, which at first feels like I've just stuck my fingers in a bucket of ice water but gradually fills my whole body with a soft warmth. Wonderstruck, I softly lift the crystal from its resting place... and that's when all hell broke loose.
The ice walls on both levels came crashing down, and a legion of Cryogonal whirled into view. I count thirty of the Crystallizing Pokemon, each whirling their beautiful bodies and lashing their ice chains. They form ranks and close in, trying to surround us. Vance immediately attacks the first two Cryogonal, sending one skittering back and pinning another to the ground by its edges. Benny's Golett, fist wreathed in flame, knocks one out with a fiery punch. I release more of my team, and Benny sends out both of his other Pokemon. Temperature be damned, these Cryogonal might be the death of us if we don't do something. Tropius blasts a few of them with gusts of air, which doesn't do much damage but forces them back. Wurmple sits on the boy's head, firing sticky string and poisonous stings to keep more Cryogonal at bay. On my end, Roy and Fleet are now each tackling a Cryogonal, and Boris, in a rare moment of energy, is sweeping the attacking Pokemon away with Iron Tail. I don't send out Celes and Pansy, as the Cryogonal with their Aurora Beams and agility are a serious threat to both of them and they don't have area control like Tropius does. Behind me, Thea the Blissey is charging a Heal Pulse. I duck just in time to dodge a flying Cryogonal, launched by my Breloom's Mach Punch. Its ice chains wrap themselves about Benny's waist, but Boris uses Super Fang to free him before returning his attention to the Cryogonal attacking me.
"Only one left! We're doing this!" shouts Benny at last. We're all exhausted. I've taken to using my chisel to help Boris and Roy as best as I can. Fleet and Vance went out on their own, their fighting a deadly dance of claws and fur. Benny and Golett are facing one more Cryogonal. It's paused its attacks, and is regarding them with a cold stare. Golett's fist glows red with fire, but Benny puts a hand on the Automaton Pokemon's shoulder and holds it back. From his belt pouch, Benny produces a Premier Ball. Winding up like a baseball pitcher, he throws it at Cryogonal. The ball spins across the icy floor before thunking against a big piece of debris, where it clicked shut and the button glowed blue. He looks at me with a grin on his face. "Meet the fourth member of my team!" he crows. He picks up the ball, tucking it into his belt alongside Golett and Wurmple. "Let's go," he says. And that's when the rest of hell broke loose.
The ice chunk that had heretofore dominated the cavern shattered. The monstrous white Aurorus roared, its iridescent purple-yellow mane flaring green-blue with intensity. Hail began to fall from somewhere. The Aurorus stretched, looked down at the pedestal, and bellowed a challenge at Benny, who is clutching the crystal with eyes the size of a Stunfisk. I glance over my shoulder and see Vance and Fleet fighting their way through the hail to reach me. I've already recalled Roy, Boris, and Thea, but it looks like I might have to call on their services yet again. Benny runs for the cave entrance, and I can't blame him. Three orbs of energy, one red, one blue, and one yellow, materialize in a circle round Aurorus's neck. Each transforms into a laser dart, and flies at us. The blue one hits Benny, encasing him in ice from the waist down and freezing him to the floor. The yellow one strikes me squarely on my left breast, just above my heart, and I fall to the ground. Everything goes black for a few seconds, and when I regain my senses a grid of electricity is trapping me where I am. The red beam strikes the ground between Vance and Fleet, who were able to dodge. Part of the floor melts, but quickly refreezes. This isn't looking good. Benny and I are stuck fast. We can't free ourselves, and we can't throw Poke Balls. Tropius, Vance, and Fleet are on their own against this titantic Aurorus, and I don't know if they can pull through. The hail and an icy wind created by the Tundra Pokemon are driving our Pokemon back. Tropius has grounded itself to avoid the worst of the ice. Fleet and Vance are clawing their way towards Aurorus, but for every foot they gain the wind blows them back two. Gritting his teeth, Vance leaps into the air to use the signature move of Zangoose, Crush Claw. The claws on his right paw glow red with power, and his attack slams into Aurorus, staggering it and weakening its defenses. Fleet uses her extreme speed to dart forwards, nipping and clawing at the dinosaur's feet and being a general nuisance. But Aurorus recovers, and a wave of electricity stuns my Pokemon. Aurorus blasts them with a fresh gust of wind, and they fly back. It's over. I look at Benny one last time.
Benny is staring at Aurorus with a savage glint in his eye and a predatory smirk on his face. Aurorus regards him with a serene expression, but the waves in its sails tell me that it's charging an Aurora Beam. "Listen, Frosty!" shouts Benny. "I don't know who you are or why you're so big, but I know this: You're fighting a future Pokemon Champion!" Aurorus seems nonplussed, but Benny continues: "And I don't plan on no overgrown dinosaur getting in my way. You're done, Frosty." He turns to Tropius, the only one of our Pokemon still on the field and standing. "Tropius! It's time for our secret technique! Like we practiced!" The Fruit Pokemon rears up and roars a challenge at the much larger Ice-type dino. "Tropius!" Benny yells, his voice steelier than ever. "Use Wild Power!" Tropius roars, and the energy of Nature Power swirls around it. But Nature Power down here would either turn into Ice Beam or Power Gem, neither of which is concerning for any Aurorus. But the natural energy swirls more fiercely, becoming bright red. Tropius roars again, and Benny responds: "Tropius! Use LAVA PLUME!!" A geyser of flame and lava erupts from Tropius's throat, turning the hail to rain and slamming into Aurorus. It stumbles back, falling to its knees against the onslaught. Tropius presses the advantage, and Fleet and Vance run up in pincer formation, attacking Aurorus's sides. I can't believe it. It's like that Kukui said, molding nature's energy into what you want. That's what they were doing on all these private training sessions? Incredible.
The crystal in Benny's palm glows brightly. The white Aurorus shrinks to its usual eight-foot stature, and the ice and lightning trapping us is dispelled. Our Pokemon break off their attacks at a signal, and Benny approaches the kneeling dinosaur. He presses the crystal to the gem on Aurorus's forehead. "I get it. This was some kind of trial, wasn't it? You and those Cryogonal are guarding this crystal. But we have proven ourselves worthy." The dinosaur lows softly, and a ripple of blue flitters through its sails. Benny inspects the crystal. "No idea what this thing is, but it looks cool." He turns his attention to Aurorus. "Hey, Frosty. Seeing as we've taken your crystal, I don't see the point in you staying in this here cave. Whaddya say I take you with me?" He offers Aurorus a Luxury Ball from his pocket. The great Pokemon nudges the black-and-gold Poke Ball and looks expectantly at Benny. As soon as he opens it, the Aurorus is sucked inside. The only sound is the click of the Poke Ball shutting... and the soft rasp of Vance licking his fur. Way to ruin the moment, pal.
Back on the surface, Benny and I are walking toward our campsite, with Benny stopping every few steps to yell "That was AWESOME!!!" and Vance stopping every few steps to hiss at a Lotad in a creek that's been stealthily following us down the trail. Ahead of us on the path is a goateed man with a muscled frame and a Ranger uniform. An yellow command pauldron sits on his right shoulder, and a silver long-barreled revolver occupies a holster at his belt. I immediately recognize the face of Captain Ross Weiler, regional commander. No idea why he's out here, we're several days away from his command post. Sure, him and that Mega Pidgeot of his could've flown here, but why?
"Captain. Why are you out here? Don't you have regional-overseer type things to do?"
"Not now I don't." Weiler adjusts his pauldron. "As of today I've been relieved of duty as regional commander, Catherine." I gasp, but Weiler starts again: "Don't worry, Catherine. It's not because of our conversation. And it's only temporary." He paused, making sure I was getting this. "The 'Stalker,' as you've dubbed it, is being dealt with. They brought in a commander from the Kalos Rangers and a few of his men. They're going to resolve this."
"The Kalos Rangers?" We of Hoenn aren't particularly fond of them. Their high-collared uniform jackets make them look even more like the stuck-up Cubchoo they are. No taste, no backbone, and all the polish of someone who spends all day in a Lumiose patisserie. But I keep my thoughts to myself. "Why Kalos? Surely the Hoenn Rangers can handle this."
"I don't know either," Weiler admits. "Like I said, this is big. And apparently Fortree has handed the reins over to Kalos. Can't imagine why, seeing as we're smack in the middle of Hoenn, but they have their reasons. Anyhoo, I'll still be on staff at the command post if you need me. And another thing." He regards me darkly. "I don't trust these Kalosian Liepards. If you find out anything new regarding the Stalker, you are to bring that information to me. Not the Kalosians, me. I'll decide what happens from there. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. And remember, I was never here. I have been in Verdanturf with my sister and niece." With that, Weiler mounts his Pidgeot and soars off, leaving Benny and I wondering what we've got ourselves into.
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primalslowbro
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 7, 2020 18:24:10 GMT
Part Six: The Kalosians Benny and I are making our way through the southern rainforest, back on our regularly scheduled patrol route. My conversation with Captain Weiler is replaying in my head constantly. Why Kalos? This is a Hoennese problem on Hoennese soil. The Kalos Rangers have no jurisdiction here, and I can't think of a reason why Fortree would bring them in. More likely that the Kalosians inserted themselves into the situation, but why? Why would a foreign nation take such an interest in this "Stalker" that they send a crack team of Rangers to take over the situation? Hoenn and Kalos are close politically and culturally, but there's a fair bit of ocean in between here and the continent where Kalos sits. Benny's only insight has been that "Liepards are Unovan," a less than useful remark. Do the Kalosians have some ulterior motive? Do they know what the Stalker is? Weiler said that whatever they've got is classified. Ah, well. No sense wasting time mulling it over. I'm on a routine patrol, and the Kalosians are at regional command doing Arceus knows what. I notice that Pansy and I have lagged behind Benny and Aurorus, his new mount of choice, and spur the Donphan forwards.
As we travel, I notice that I'm feeling faint and my breathing is slightly labored. I haven't been exerting myself since the ice caves. When we reach a good spot to make camp, I dismount and am overcome by a sense of vertigo. I pitch forward, and everything goes black.
I am vaguely aware that I'm inside a Ranger base. Command? The ceiling tiles look familiar.
"... I'm impressed she's alive. Roloson, what did you say happened?"
"According to the kid who dragged her in, she took a Tri Attack's electricity to the heart from a Totem Aurorus. That's what I've pieced together, anyhow."
"Oh my. Prepare an intensive care tank. We might not save..."
I'm trapped within my own mind. I feel a warmth from outside. Voices, distorted. I'm aware of a comforting presence. A large, pink presence. The pink penetrates the darkness...
I open my eyes. I'm suspended in a tank of water, naked except for an oxygen mask clamped to my face. An Alomomola floats blissfully nearby, radiating a healing pulse. Outside the tank is a clinical white room containing some human figures and a mess of technology. The pink fish to my left begins to hum, and I drift back into the void...
"...recovery is proceeding ahead of schedule. I give full credit to the kid. If he hadn't had the presence of mind to release that Blissey to triage..."
"...flew through the night on a Staraptor? Some kid. Amazed the lightning didn't cook his goose."
"You mean his falcon?"
"Roloson, Sanchez, stop it. That's insensitive..."
"Still alive? Inconvenient," a new voice says. The accent is decidedly Northwestern, the clipped words and melodic tones penetrating my dream state. The voice continues: "This would save me some trouble. Secrecy is of the utmost importance here. And after we let that Hoennese captain get away..." Weiler. They're after him. He didn't tell me, probably to protect us both. Or maybe he didn't know. He said he'd be here. At least he's alive.
"...Ninety-six pairs of Doublade on the wall... Holy Arceus do I hate night shifts."
The soft, pink warmth fades. It is replaced by a vague sense of white claustrophobia. Time passes. Seconds? Hours? Days? I don't know. I open my eyes.
I'm laying on a bed in the medcenter at Regional Command. Next to me, a winking screen has my name on it. Fox, Catherine A. 16F. Junior Ranger, Southern Tier. Status: Stable. That's good. I search my uniform pockets. Everything is present, except for Pansy, Celes, and Thea's Poke Balls. My movement is restricted by a large array of cuffs and tubes and my own drowsiness. Motion to my left reveals I'm still in the room with the water tank. The Alomomola regards me curiously, its strange body hovering near the glass. The door opens. I see a tall man in an orange trenchcoat, followed by a green Beedrill. He stops next to my bed. He speaks, and I know it's the Northwestern man from before. He has short grey hair and an eye patch.
"Hrn! So the girl is alive. Unconscious, but alive. This doesn't bode well for me. It's bad enough that Fortree knows there's a Zygarde on the loose. If these peasants find out..." Zygarde. I get the sense I've heard that before. A storybook that my gran bought me on a vacation to Coumarine. I searched it in the Ranger database once, and was met with... a wall of classified files. Oh no. The man resumes his monologue: "At least she's out. It makes this a lot easier. You cut the cams?" The Beedrill buzzes. "Excellent. Beedrill, use Twineedle. Use enough poison to kill her within minutes. I'm not taking chances." The man pulls a cuff off of my arm. Two sharp pains flare up, and my body feels like it's burning. I convulse involuntarily. The Kalosian laughs, replaces the cuff, and departs. As soon as he leaves, I shake my left arm free of the poorly replaced cuff. Beedrill poison can kill a Latias if you use enough of it. I have minutes to live at best. I throw a Poke Ball over the edge of the bed with the last of my strength... and the whimsical face of a Breloom appears.
Roy sniffs. His tail is lashing furiously. Suddenly he digs his clawed fists into my flesh and spits a purple fluid into the wound. Roy shudders. His big black eyes blink twice. Suddenly he scratches my face. I wince, but it doesn't hurt as much as I'd have thought. I can feel my strength returning. I feel better than I did before the Kalosian came in. My left arm bears a small, white mass of scar tissue, but that's it. I'm not noticing any symptoms of Beedrill poisoning. I stare incredulously at Roy. I take my chisel from my belt and slice along my forearm. It seals without bleeding. And then it hits me. Breloom possess a natural immunity to poisoning. Their cells produce a compound that not only neutralizes toxins, but actually converts said toxins into a regenerative substance. It's referred to by some as Poison Heal. Roy has just given me some of that compound, enough to counteract the Beedrill poison. As long as the Poison Bee Pokemon's venom is in my system, I will have what you might call a 'healing factor.' And Beedrill venom is known for its permanence. Even Antidotes can't remove it completely, just nullify its effects until you can get the Pokemon to a PokeCenter. When a human is stung, surgeons sometimes need to use a pump to remove it from the system. There's your thesis on Beedrill stings. Happy?
I remove the rest of my bonds and jump up. With Roy's compound and the Beedrill venom, I doubt I'll need this place again. I recall my Breloom and run outside. When I reach the foyer of the regional command center, I'm met with a disturbing sight. Several Kalos Rangers are there, fixing the place up. One of them is replacing a wall section full of bullet holes, and the front window has a Pidgeot-shaped hole. Weiler was here, all right. The Kalosians must have decided he knew too much. Funny how I only found out the truth because they tried to kill me so I couldn't tell other people what I didn't know. Take that, you Rattatas. And when Fortree gets wind of this... oh boy. The Kalos Rangers have no jurisdiction here. They aren't a government agency in Hoenn. The Beedrill guy us in for it. My train of thought is interrupted by the Kalosian Rangers closing ranks in front of me. There's five in all, each one packing a Diggersby. The Digging Pokemon look utterly stupid stuffed into those assault vests, but they're still threatening. Drawing on my athletic training, I vault over the lead ranger while tossing a Poke Ball. I hit the ground running and make for the door. Suddenly Rangers and rabbits go flying like bowling pins, and the fluffy form of Vance the Zangoose barrels towards me on all fours. His Focus Blast has sent our adversaries scattering like Skiploom in a breeze. One Ranger gets up, and Vance rears up and snatches him by the neck. His right claws are wreathed in purple shadow energy, and he plunges them into the man's chest. We make it outside, and then I realize: I don't have my Staraptor. Without Celes, my chances of getting out of here are slim. A shadow passes overhead. "Yaaa-HOOOO!" calls a familiar voice.
Benny grins as we fly off on Tropius's back. "Those jackety guys told me to buzz off, but I figured I'd stick around. You okay?"
"Yes," I answer. "But we need to go."
"On it, Chief!" Benny pulls up suddenly, causing me to fall off Tropius... and land firmly on the brown back of Celes. I grip the great bird's fluffy neck and we soar into the jungles.
We're in a cave. I can't trust anyone presently, with the Kalosians no doubt hunting us and the Hoennese having potentially been fed false information by Beedrill Guy. All of our Pokemon are out of their Balls, even if Benny's Aurorus has to duck its great neck. I've tried to contact Captain Weiler with no luck. No doubt he's switched the receiver on his PokeNav off to evade the Kalosians, as I've done. I hope he's okay. But we need to do something about the Kalosians, and this Zygarde. My memories are returning... Zygarde are legendary Pokemon of Kalos, created by ancient peoples to protect the environment. But why is one in Hoenn, why is it attacking wild Pokemon, why has it just now started acting up, and why is Kalos so desperate to get their hands on it? Their actions are past the point of mere concern for safety.
"Cate," says Benny. "You should know that while I was lurking at the Ranger base, that Weiler guy smashed through a window on a Pidgeot and gave me a PokeNav disc. I forgot about it because of our amazing escape."
I boot up the disc. Nothing happens. I notice that the icon for my PokeDex has a notification on it. Opening it reveals that a number of Dex entries are out of order, pushed to the top. I look at the list.
Noibat Eiscue Wailmer Magnemite Avalugg Uxie Voltorb Igglybuff Lapras Larvesta Electrode
The list is seemingly random, until Benny notices that they spell out New Mauville. So Weiler's in New Mauville? How'd he get past the security gate? I also notice that three Pokemon on the list- Magnemite, Voltorb, and Electrode- are found in New Mauville. He could've picked any Pokemon whose name started with M or E or V. After reading up on New Mauville, I discover that out of the entire gargantuan complex and the even vaster excavations, only one sublevel has naturally occurring Electrode. A clue. But I'm not going to go there just yet, in case they're tracking me somehow. For now, I need some sleep.
The next morning sees us back on the road, heading deeper into the jungles. All thoughts of the bloody patrol route have been abandoned. Suddenly Benny stops. I follow his gaze and see a Kalos Ranger, a boy of about seventeen. A Sawk stands behind him. The boy draws a green gemstone from a case at his belt, examines it, and puts it away. He turns towards us.
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girl-like-substance
the seal will bite you if you give him half a chance
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Post by girl-like-substance on Jul 8, 2020 21:59:50 GMT
Welcome to the forums! It’s always good to have new people. :> This is a great idea for a fic! Rangers are an exciting part of the pokémon world to examine in more detail, given the fact that there are superpowered animals around everywhere; it definitely makes the maintenance and patrol of managed wilderness pretty interesting. I was hopeful when I saw the premise that we’d get a neat look into what it’s like to exist in Hoenn’s rainforest, and true to that, that’s what some of my favourite parts of this fic are: I love touches like the clouds of cutiefly over the water, the invasive furret, the migratory patterns of absol and tropius. It would be great to see more of what the forest is like to see, smell and hear, in details like these.
Catherine’s an interesting character to follow, I think. I get the sense that her theoretical knowledge is really good, as someone who’s just recently qualified, but her practical knowledge and experience is something she’s still building up – the manectric attack and the tropius herding both go spectacularly wrong, you know? But she knows all the movement patterns of these species and why they might deviate from these patterns. And I like her zeal, too; again, she feels very much like someone fresh out of the academy, all bold and indealistic and prone to denigrating other people she felt weren’t properly committed to the ranger cause. Her enthusiasm is a good quality, and it makes her a good ranger, but she sometimes takes it too far and it becomes a weakness, where she unfairly dismisses people, as with Benny.
Benny I’m a little less sold on, I think. Mostly because I’ve read up to the end of part three here, and so far the way things keep panning out is that Catherine, the vastly more qualified and experienced ranger, messes things up horribly, at which point Benny jumps in and somehow fixes everything by luck. Doesn’t quite seem right to me, particularly as we’re talking about a nine-year-old somehow succeeding where someone nearly twice his age (… they’re both so young! Sorry, I feel like my age is showing there :V), who has been expressly trained to do these things, keeps on failing. Still, there’s definitely more to come, so perhaps there’s more of Catherine’s skill on display in future.
Also, I can’t not mention how much I like Catherine’s interesting team composition; it’s full of pokémon you don’t often see in fic. Donphan, for instance, I have literally only ever seen in one other fic, and that was one I wrote myself. :p Semi-relatedly, insofar as it’s about neat little touches, I like how the pokémon population is shifting around here after the whole Team Magma thing – as it does in-game after Groudon or Kyogre is defeated. But what’s really just a little late- to post-game bonus in ORAS is actually pretty concerning from the perspective of someone down on the ground, and I’m definitely intrigued to see what Catherine’s going to make of it all and where her investigation will take her from here!
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primalslowbro
"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." -Asimov
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 9, 2020 0:44:50 GMT
Thanks! I've always loved worldbuilding. Rainforests have always fascinated me, and when I played RSE as a kid Routes 119-120 were my favorite place. Writing about it in the present time I can include tons of nonnative Pokemon and really flesh out the ecosystem to be something spectacular. I mean, it's the most beautiful place on Earth, now with more unique superpowered animals! The migratory Pokemon are going to be pretty important down the line, and funny little things like Catherine's Zangoose's one-cat war on Lotad are just good fun in my opinion I'm glad she's coming across like I wanted her to! She's fresh out of the Academy at the top of her class, and now the next step for her development is to get some field experience under her belt and work on those all-important people skills. Kind of agree there. He does have an edge over Catherine in terms of experience as a result of his being on his own in the jungle, but he also has a fair bit of luck on his side. We'll see how long that lasts... Anyway I'm envisioning them as each other's foil. Benny acts on instinct and athleticism as a result of his isolation, but he isn't particularly "book smart." Catherine has less solo experience (most of her Academy training was with classmates/instructors) and tends to be a bit judgemental, but she knows basically everything about her environment. Their rubbing off on each other is going to be a key dynamic for both of their development, with Catherine becoming a bit more sure of herself and Benny realizing that luck and a survival instinct will only get you so far. I do have quite a few experiences in mind for his future development which I'm excited to put into practice. Catherine is also going to really come into her own soon. She's about to be dealing with a lot of things that are way out of typical rookie depth, and both of them plus their Pokemon are going to have to rise to the occasion! Thanks! I've always been a fan of underrated/underused Pokemon, and I had a lot of fun with team building for Catherine. Benny also picks up some interesting members down the line.
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primalslowbro
"People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do." -Asimov
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Post by primalslowbro on Jul 10, 2020 1:05:58 GMT
Part Seven: Chase The Kalosian stops ahead of us. "Hello." His face has a self-assured smirk. Without waiting for a reply, he continues. "You wouldn't know of a... landmark... around here, would you? Perhaps a smallish stone pedestal with green inscriptions?"
"No." I'm not lying, I've never heard of such a thing. Clearly it must be of some importance to the Kalos people, however.
"A shame, then." He turns to Sawk and mutters something. They begin to walk off, but he stops and faces me again. "If I were you I'd stay out of this. We are the elite of Kalos. No doubt you would face certain death if you follow us. Maybe go to regional command and get some lemonade." He sniffs, turns on his heel, and smirks off into the distance. What a stuck up little Delcatty he is.
Vance hisses. I whirl around, expecting some untold terror, but it's just a Lotad sitting in a puddle. I scratch Vance behind his ears and give him a few choice words about scaring me.
"No need to be rude," Benny says. "If he knew he was talking to a future champion, he'd give us some respect." I don't think he even saw Benny because of the bushes and low-light environment, but I decide to keep that thought to myself. We set off down the road.
A few hours later, I hear a scream of raw agony. I tell Benny to stay here, and Boris, Vance, and I run to investigate. Vance was invaluable in clearing away some shrubs, and we come to a clearing. A hand made out of some sort of blue stone is laying at my feet. At first I thought it was a statue, but then I realize it belongs to a Sawk. The rest of the Sawk is in the middle of the clearing, although the amount of stone spikes sticking out of it make it look more like a Sandslash. Several massive footprints dominate the surrounding area, and go crashing off through the brush opposite us. I could've sworn this Zygarde thing was serpentine. What made those? I turn to the Sawk. As soon as my hand touches a spike, it disintegrates, leaving behind a blackened wound. It's the same as those Furrets, and that explains the stone particles. Then I see something even more horrific. Pinned to a tree by a few dozen spikes is the Kalos Ranger. One hand is clasped around a spike at his neck. Boris growls, a very un-Boris-like vocalization. He's sniffing one of the footprints, and he hates it. Vance is also growling, but I can see that he's looking downhill towards some Lotads in a river. Vance and the Lotads. He can't focus on anything if they're around. Hopefully that doesn't get me killed someday.
I call Pansy over. With her broad trunk, she digs a shallow pit off to one side. I unpin the Ranger and dump him in the hole, minus his hat. Then I drag the Sawk over and place it in as well. After filling the hole in, I place a thick stick in the earth. On this stick I place the Ranger's hat and the Sawk's hand. Regardless of their motives and their leader's attempt on my life, and despite the fact that he's a jerk, this guy is a Ranger. And we don't abandon our own. I sit for a moment, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the calls of Nincada and Taillow. The sun is streaming softly through the canopy. I hear splashing and see several panicked Lotad scampering away from my Zangoose. That rustling sound is getting louder. I return my attention to the post. I won't let this Zygarde creature, whatever it is, claim any more lives, human or Pokemon. How are you going to do that? The Kalosians know more than you, and they're elite Rangers. You're a rookie cut off from the force and stuck behind all the classified files in the world, says my inner cynic. Suddenly I hear a rustle and a pounce from behind me. I whirl and see Boris sitting placidly on a Carnivine. The Bug Catcher Pokemon's jaws are inches from my feet. I take it as a reminder that we need to go. Go where? I don't know. But we shouldn't stay here. As we turn to leave, I trip over something shiny. It's the green stone that the Ranger was carrying. I pick it up, and we head back to the rest of the group.
We're following the footprints. Or, we were. Eventually, the massive footprints gave way to a vague flattening of the vegetation, like a big, heavy snake passed through. That lines up with what we know about Zygarde, but why the massive footprints? Does it have another form besides those little dogs with the skinny legs? Hmm. I've been monitoring the Ranger channels on my Pokenav. Nothing about me or Zygarde. Nothing about Weiler. It does mention some Kalosians on a "training exercise," but somehow I doubt the legitimacy of that one. I've been keeping an eye out for that pedestal the dead Kalos Ranger was on about, but if it was anywhere near a beaten path we'd probably know about it. Nothing remotely interesting so far, in fact a distinct lack of it. I've found a deserted Combee hive, a ring of holes that look like a recently uprooted Trevenant, frantic Furret tracks heading away from us, but that's it. Not even any Lotad for Vance to hiss at. It's like everything here was... repulsed by something. I think back to the Tropius and Manectric. Are the wild Pokemon of the forest so afraid of this thing's aura that they flee from it as it passes? Couldn't blame the lot, really.
I'm at camp. Tracking this thing at night seems like a rather stupid plan, so we're stopping. Benny is out looking for some berries, and I'm currently thinking through the Zygarde situation. Where did it come from? Why is it here? To start with, we know that Zygarde was created by the Kalos Ancients to watch over their ecosystem. And Hoenn and Kalos have had close ties since long ago. It's conceivable that the Ancients stashed a Zygarde here out of the kindness of their hearts. But a Zygarde would only emerge from stasis if there was a threat to the ecosystem, which there isn't. Okay. Let's try a new angle. Assuming that the fleeing Pokemon were running from Zygarde, we might be able to get an idea of where it first appeared. The Manectric moved north. A lot. Going south of here could take you all the way to Slateport and beyond. The Tropius came west from Route 121, which is a lot less ground to cover. Furrets are bloody everywhere, so no help there. After running some calculations, I come up with... Route 123. Okay. That's a bit random. Now, if I where the Ancients, I would put a Zygarde next to the ecosystems that need the most protecting. The Northwest is irrelevant, because nothing that doesn't already live in that ash would WANT to live there. The oceans don't matter either, because a Zygarde underwater is phenomenally useless. There's the rainforests, of course, but you'd also want your Zygarde to be somewhere with reasonably direct access to the deserts, mountains, and temperate forests of central/western Hoenn. Somewhere like... Route 123. Oh no. Oh no no no.
One year ago, Route 123 was caught in the crossfire between Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre. That whole seaboard suffered massive earthquakes courtesy of the overgrown red dinosaur. Catastrophic earthquakes are a threat to the ecosystem, don't you think? Suppose Zygarde awoke to intervene, much like Rayquaza. But then the quake hit Zygarde's tomb, and the Order Pokemon was no longer in stasis. The effects of an earthquake on a recently awakened hibernating Zygarde could be catastrophic, if other synthetic Pokemon like Type: Null are any indication. Let's say that Zygarde was buried for some time down there, keeping it from battling Kyogre or Groudon. And when it did emerge, it was damaged somehow. Its programming had been jarred by the impact, and it's now deviating from its original mission. Once Zygarde sensed that the ecosystem was no longer at risk, it should've reentered stasis. But it didn't. Something is wrong, and we have a rogue Zygarde on our hands. But that's just a theory. I wonder if Kalos came to the same conclusion, or if they're operating under the assumption that this is a functioning Zygarde. That could be unfortunate for them. Come to think of it, I know it's rogue. These synthetic Pokemon usually have safety measures hard-coded into their brains to prevent them from directly harming humans, and you'd assume the Ancients would include something like that in their mighty creation. This Zygarde has already killed at least one man. Then something else hits me: Where's Benny? He should be back.
I grab Celes, Roy, Thea, and Vance, leaving Pansy, Barnaby, Boris, and Fleet to guard camp. If Benny ran into Zygarde in the woods... I don't even want to think about that. I made a promise back there. I'm not about to break it so soon. I mount my Staraptor, recall the other three, and we set off. As soon as we're in the air, I see a clearing. Smoke is rising from it, and it seems like a number of trees have been pulled down. A shock of ice rises from one side. I spur Celes on towards the clearing.
Benny is in the middle. His Cryogonal is flat on its back, not moving. Its multifaceted body glows only faintly. Tropius is in a crater, unconcious. Golett's legs are kicking frantically as its body is stuck fast in a hill. Aurorus is laying on a few broken trees, paler than usual. Its sails are bluish-white with pain. Benny is kneeling, clutching something purple and twitchy. Nearby is a small, green, gelatinous object, which I ignore. Behind him is a tree stump. The top of a berry tree is nearby. The shock of ice is spreading out from around Cryogonal's angular form, and the smoke is from trees near Tropius. A stringy substance covers some bushes, and the ground has numerous craters. A trampled path and massive footprints flee the scene. I turn towards Benny. He's holding his Wurmple. A long stone spike sticks up from its side. "I fought the Zygarde," he said, on the edge of tears. "It came from nowhere. I tried to run, but the earth rose up. Then it turned into this giant... all our attacks did nothing. All the training I did was for nothing. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even protect Wurmple."
"You're all alive. You survived," I say, trying to see the bright side. 'It coulda been worse, you know. But now we have information, and we can prepare and fight this thing on our own terms."
"No. You- you don't get it. I'm nothing against this thing. I'm nobody." He sniffs. "I haven't done jack that wasn't dumb luck. How much did I really have to do with that Tropius mastering Nature Power? I should've died when Groudon attacked Sootopolis. I should've died in the woods. I should've died to those Tropius. I should've died in the ice cave. I'm not a future champion, or anything like that. I'm some stupid kid with dumb luck. And now I'm just dumb."
"Benny- that isn't true. The things you've done aren't just dumb luck. You've brought out the best in your Pokemon. You survived a surprise attack by a rogue legendary Pokemon. You know so much about these woods. If you should've died before, you would've. But you're meant for more than-"
"Enough! Catherine, I'm sorry. I've been dragging along with you enough. It's time I found my own road." Before I can stop him, he mounts Tropius and is gone. I sit for a long moment. Eventually I decide it's time to pay a visit to New Mauville.
Benny The wind in my hair feels like a Lugia's Aeroblast. I'm flying farther and higher than ever. I regret what I said back there, but there's no going back now. I'm chasing my destiny. My dumb luck has taken me as far as it can, and now I have to pick up the slack. There's a legend my Gran told me in Sootopolis, about an ancient tomb in the desert where people would go. They say that some guy went to die in the desert after losing a battle, but he found this place and got awesome powers and stuff. I'm going there. Someday I'll go back to the jungle that is my home, and when I do that stupid snake-dog-giant-whatever is gonna get it!
Catherine I've landed at New Mauville. I''m waiting at the security gate. A man is there, wearing a tattered Ranger uniform. His face is bloodied, but it's definitely Ross Weiler. He opens the gate.
Benny The sand stings my eyes. It's hot. I hate sand. I really hate sand. But I think I hate Zygarde more. I'm going to imagine that all this sand is Zygarde's stupid dirt wall.
Catherine Weiler and I aren't alone. He's brought some contacts from the Hoenn Rangers. They've got a plan. We're going to Sinnoh. We need Palkia.
Benny I'm lost. I can't see jack and the sand is scratching me worse than Cate's Zangoose that one night. Something looms out of the dunes before me. It looks like a big bank, like the one in Rustboro. Or does the bank look like this thing? Dunno. The guy who owns the bank seems pretty old. The door is open, like it's inviting me in. Something blue with big claws is blocking it, though. I get the sense that my legend is rising from the ashes of the forest, being here among these ruins. Only really hardcore guys and blue things with claws come here. Maybe I should be a blue thing with claws? It would be easier than being me. I look over my shoulder. I see Aurorus watching me with those wise eyes, Tropius staring down my neck (please stop), Wurmple inching over the hill, Golett cracking its clay knuckles, and Cryogonal raising its chains. I nod, and they nod back. Even Cryogonal, which is weird because how do snowflakes nod? I guess it shook. Yeah, that's what it did. I look back at the blue thing and the temple. "We're comin' for ya!"
Catherine We're on a Ranger boat, bound for Sinnoh. According to Weiler, the plan is to climb the Spear Pillar and capture a Palkia. We'll use this Palkia in Hoenn to restrain Zygarde with its spatial abilities until we figure out how to defeat it. This better work.
Zygarde Since that day, our thoughts arescatteredfragmented... we must put these thoughts to rest. We must cleansebuildfixbegin anew... this is all wrongno, it isright... The strong survive. The strongest rule.
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