Nemesis
Former Administrator
Right, something that I very randomly wrote today. I plan on continuing it, if the ideas keep flowing. As with the Chronicles no offence is meant by anything said, but this is a lot tamer in that sense than the Chronicles.
Pokecharms- Inner Demons.
Chapter I
"Mayday! Mayday!" A voice roared, struggling to make his voice heard over the raging gunfire from above. Rolling quickly behind the burnt out shell of a car, the man stopped for a moment, taking a breath. He knew he couldn't stop for long, the hunter would know exactly where he was and it wouldn't take too long for them to find a more suitable vantage point in the building above. The floor was damp beneath his knees, but it was the least of his worries at the moment. Reaching for the small white device attached to his ear, he tried again.
"I repeat, mayday, mayday! This is Nemesis to Pokecharms command, do you read?"
The seconds seemed to last forever, the silence was particularly unnerving. It either meant that his pursuer had given up or, more likely, was attempting to draw him out. Nemesis wouldn't be falling for that one though; he was too experienced for that. Well, he was now anyway. It had been a long journey to get here, to have earnt the respect and power he now held but it was worth it. Anything was worth it if it would help stop this war. After what seemed like several minutes, the Earcomm beeped in to life.
"Nemesis? Nemesis, this is command. We read you, over."
"Rachel, is that you?" Nemesis whispered back, adjusting the small mic piece of the Earcomm slightly.
"As we are on official channels," The voice replied, in a tone which Nemesis found heard to differentiate between humour and annoyance, "This is Cinders. What is your status?"
Nemesis breathed a sigh of relief. If there was anyone he knew he could rely on to get him out of this mess, it was Rachel. The buildings towered above him and he knew that these streets were enclosed for the main part. He knew this all too well, from the years he had spent here before the war had begun. Before everything had changed.
It wouldn't be worth risking the more open area of what had once been a huge and thriving city, so that meant he was stuck in this rat run of a suburb unless he was sent support.
"I'm pinned down. Position seems secure for now, but if I get flanked, I don't stand much of a chance." Nemesis grimaced.
"Weapons?"
"I'm down to my pistol." He replied, subconsciously feeling for the weapon on his belt holster. "Well, that and my Combat Blade."
"However skilled you are with a blade," Cinders replied, "I don't think you stand much chance of reflecting automatic weapon fire with it."
"That sounds like a challenge." Nemesis grinned.
"I have contacted Ai-Type. Hopefully they will be with you before you attempt suicide with that sword of yours."
"Well, you know me, Rac- Cinders."
"Crazy and proud, I know. A Flying-Type unit is en-route to your position. Cinders out."
"Roger command." Nemesis confirmed, pressing the larger silver button on the side of his Earcomm to terminate the transmition. Now it was just a case of waiting.
**
"Incoming mayday call routed from command!" The soldier called out as his computer monitor urgently flashed a message to him. "In The City." Kalseng looked a little anxious and surprised on reading this news. It had been years since air support was required for the area now only known as The City. It had a name once, of course, but names bought back memories.
Around him, people looked up from their computer screens at the unexpected news. However, the presence of a figure making his way across the room prompted them to quickly turn their attention back to their monitors.
The man made his way across the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of computer monitors. This served a duel purpose. Not only did it save on much needed power, but the glow made his hair look so good.
"The City?" Came the voice of the new arrival. "What would They be doing there?"
Kalseng looked behind him, to see his commanding officer. As usual, he had disregarded ‘recommended' attire, and instead wore tight pink trousers with his standard issue black top, emblazoned with a green symbol, a four leafed clover.
"No idea Sir." Kalseng replied. "They have Nemesis pinned down. I am receiving his co-ordinates now." The Comms Officer looked back to his superior. "Who can we send Sir? None of our troops have ever had to quickly navigate The City from above before."
"Not none," The officer replied, arranging his styled blonde hair in the reflection of the monitor. "Just few. Send a reply to Command. I'll sort this one myself."
He walked away, towards the equipment store. He was hurrying, but no one would have known from his relaxed gait. However, deep down he was concerned. Not just for the safety of his comrade and friend, but with the reasons for Them being in The City. It had been years, what could they possibly want there now?
Meanwhile, Kalseng was talking in to his Earcomm.
"Command, this is Flying-Type control. Mayday call received. Commander Yoshimitsu is on his way, over."
**
"What do you mean, They are in the city?" A shocked Irish voice said, rather quietly, as he sat in his office, hand to his Earcomm.
In contrast to the dark atmosphere of the Flying-Type comms room, this office had a green glow to it, illuminating the desk in the center. Sitting there was a young man, young in age, but old in experience. His hair was a dark, dirty blonde and down to just above his shoulders. He was wearing his white lab coat, a present from the Steel-Type team in the labs, a reference to his call sign. It had become rather beaten and dirtied over the years, but he wore it never the less. Most of the abuse and dirt it had gathered could be cleaned out. It was just the slight splatters of blood that remained to serve of a reminder of the reality that they were all involved in.
""We have no further intel." Came the voice of Cinders over the Earcomm. "Elliot is on his way to pick up Dave as we speak."
Alex smiled, he couldn't remember the last time Elliot had flown. It had taken him a while to feel comfortable with even commanding the Flying-Type squad, but not even his past was enough to make him leave Nemesis in danger.
"They had better watch out then. It's going to be a bit Top Gun up there."
"I have to go Alex, incoming transmission. Cinders out."
"Confirmed. Doctor Oak out."
Alex went to reach for the button on his Earcomm to close the line, but was stopped by a further transmission.
"Love you."
"Love you too. Over."
Alex smiled, rubbing the fingers of his right hand over the ring he wore on his left, a gold band with one small jewel set in to it. Green, of course. At the start, the colour was just used as a trademark of sorts, but as the years progressed it became a sign of hope and a relic of the past. It had been so long since any of them had ever seen real, natural green.
His thoughts were interrupted as the mechanical door to his office slid open. Behind them stood a woman in a lab coat, similar to his own. He smiled, it was always nice to see a friendly face these days. Particularly one from before. She limped slightly through the door and he could tell she wasn't just here for a social call.
"HL!" He smiled, abbreviating her name as everyone seemed to do. Baratron, Helen-Louise, HL. Everyone knew who she was.
"Morning Doctor." She smiled back, walking slowly towards his desk and taking a seat. She knew he wouldn't offer, he just expected her to sit. "I have some news." She continued.
"I thought you might. Is it about the Project?"
"Yes. I think I have made a breakthrough."
"How much of a breakthrough?" Alex said, intrigued, leaning across his desk.
"A large one. We have not attempted live research as yet, but all projections show that the formula should act as expected. It may take a few tries to pin down exactly which additives we need to increase to create the exact desired results, but before we can do that we must conduct tests."
"Go ahead." Alex nodded. "But do you have subjects? I don't think we can use the prisoners. We want to remain the good guys in this war."
"I know." Baratron nodded. "And we will be. We have a subject. A volunteer."
"Really?" Alex replied, surprised. He knew HL's research could result in some amazing breakthroughs, but he wouldn't want to be the one to test it. After a moment however, he realised who it was.
It was the figure now standing at the door to his office.
"Are you sure about this?" He said, knowing what the reply would be.
"Alex, we need to do this. If not me, then who else?" He looked up form the floor, straight at his leader. " Afterall, I have little left to lose."
"I have informed Gad of the risks." Baratron added, "Although there are few."
"If you're sure." Alex responded, looking from HL to the other person in the room, one of his oldest friends. One of his most loyal supporters, one of the few he would trust with his life unconditionally.
"I'm sure."
"In that case, good luck, StellarWind."
**
It was still completely silent as Nemesis remained in his position. It seemed so strange, this had probably been the longest amount of time he had spent in The City for a long time. It was always so noisy then, bustling with life, with people working, having fun.
Then that all stopped. The work, the fun, all replaced by fighting. Fighting and death. It was evident that no one was going to win. Both sides left The City, left behind what they had once had, those that they had lost. Left the past behind.
Each set up their own communities elsewhere, but never maintained peace. It seemed to most like a fruitless endeavour, if neither side really wanted The City there was no need in fighting, but it continued none the less. Being closest, Pokecharms often sent a one-man patrol in to what was left of The City, to make sure there was no trace of Them. There never had been, apart from today. As far as Nemesis could tell, there were no more than three of Them chasing him, but didn't mean that they hadn't called in for support.
He knew that they were just waiting for him to make a move, for his rescue to arrive before they made themselves known again.
At least they won't have to wait long, he thought, as the sound of a small aircraft became audible overhead.
Recognising the craft, Nemesis reached for his Earcomm.
"Nemesis called Flying-Type unit. Visual confirmed. Good to see you."
"Feeling is mutual as always, lovie." Came the reply over the Earcomm.
"El?" Nemesis said, surprised at the identity of his rescuer.
"You were expecting someone else? Couldn't have just anyone picking up my Nemmy, could we? You know how jealous I get."
Nemesis was about to respond, with what he wasn't too sure, when his Earcomm was filled by another voice.
"This is Command. Think you two can save the flirting till once you get back? Database has reactivated our scanning equipment across The City. We have several positive signals, unidentified as yet. You need to get out of there now. Cinders out."
"Confirmed. Coming in for pick up."
As the craft got closer, Nemesis recognised it as Elliot's own personal unit. Essentially it was a small two man fighter jet, with certain upgrades added by the guys, and girl, down at Steel-Type.
Following tradition, the fighter was painted in the style of a Pokemon. Creatures of the franchise that everyone had spent so much of their time following before this war broke out. As the plane came down to land, vertically, thanks to its jump jet style engines, Nemesis noticed that it had been recently repainted. A surprise, considering how long it had been since Elliot had flown.
"Pidgey?" Nemesis yelled playfully as the canopy slide back, allowing him to climb on to the wing and in to the seat behind Elliot, who was sporting his black and pink flight helmet. "You came to rescue me in a fucking Pidgey?"
"Pidgeot, actually." El quickly responded, closing the canopy as Nemesis strapped himself in. "Comfy?"
"It will do." Nemeis smirked back. He was fairly sure he knew what was coming next.
"It will do?" Elsaid, mock-offended, as the craft began to take flight once more. "Do you know how many people would love to have the chance to be behind me?"
Yep, there it was. Nemesis didn't have to make gay jokes when Elliot was around anymore, he was more than capable at making them himself. Nemesis re-accustomed himself with the controls, setting up the radar screen in front of him.
Shit.
This wasn't good. However, Nemesis was Nemesis and wasn't going to give up the chance of this one.
"I think here come some now El, but I don't think it's the type of action you were hoping for."
"Too right!" El replied, this time though the built in intercom as his systems flashed up images of their pursuers, two black fighter jets, slightly larger than the Pidgeot. "If anyone gets to shoot my in the ass today, it's not going to be Them!"
Nemesis groaned, before holding on tight in his seat as the Pidgeot suddenly gained speed, darting from side to side, quickly followed by the two mysterious craft.
**
Pokecharms- Inner Demons.
Chapter I
"Mayday! Mayday!" A voice roared, struggling to make his voice heard over the raging gunfire from above. Rolling quickly behind the burnt out shell of a car, the man stopped for a moment, taking a breath. He knew he couldn't stop for long, the hunter would know exactly where he was and it wouldn't take too long for them to find a more suitable vantage point in the building above. The floor was damp beneath his knees, but it was the least of his worries at the moment. Reaching for the small white device attached to his ear, he tried again.
"I repeat, mayday, mayday! This is Nemesis to Pokecharms command, do you read?"
The seconds seemed to last forever, the silence was particularly unnerving. It either meant that his pursuer had given up or, more likely, was attempting to draw him out. Nemesis wouldn't be falling for that one though; he was too experienced for that. Well, he was now anyway. It had been a long journey to get here, to have earnt the respect and power he now held but it was worth it. Anything was worth it if it would help stop this war. After what seemed like several minutes, the Earcomm beeped in to life.
"Nemesis? Nemesis, this is command. We read you, over."
"Rachel, is that you?" Nemesis whispered back, adjusting the small mic piece of the Earcomm slightly.
"As we are on official channels," The voice replied, in a tone which Nemesis found heard to differentiate between humour and annoyance, "This is Cinders. What is your status?"
Nemesis breathed a sigh of relief. If there was anyone he knew he could rely on to get him out of this mess, it was Rachel. The buildings towered above him and he knew that these streets were enclosed for the main part. He knew this all too well, from the years he had spent here before the war had begun. Before everything had changed.
It wouldn't be worth risking the more open area of what had once been a huge and thriving city, so that meant he was stuck in this rat run of a suburb unless he was sent support.
"I'm pinned down. Position seems secure for now, but if I get flanked, I don't stand much of a chance." Nemesis grimaced.
"Weapons?"
"I'm down to my pistol." He replied, subconsciously feeling for the weapon on his belt holster. "Well, that and my Combat Blade."
"However skilled you are with a blade," Cinders replied, "I don't think you stand much chance of reflecting automatic weapon fire with it."
"That sounds like a challenge." Nemesis grinned.
"I have contacted Ai-Type. Hopefully they will be with you before you attempt suicide with that sword of yours."
"Well, you know me, Rac- Cinders."
"Crazy and proud, I know. A Flying-Type unit is en-route to your position. Cinders out."
"Roger command." Nemesis confirmed, pressing the larger silver button on the side of his Earcomm to terminate the transmition. Now it was just a case of waiting.
**
"Incoming mayday call routed from command!" The soldier called out as his computer monitor urgently flashed a message to him. "In The City." Kalseng looked a little anxious and surprised on reading this news. It had been years since air support was required for the area now only known as The City. It had a name once, of course, but names bought back memories.
Around him, people looked up from their computer screens at the unexpected news. However, the presence of a figure making his way across the room prompted them to quickly turn their attention back to their monitors.
The man made his way across the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of computer monitors. This served a duel purpose. Not only did it save on much needed power, but the glow made his hair look so good.
"The City?" Came the voice of the new arrival. "What would They be doing there?"
Kalseng looked behind him, to see his commanding officer. As usual, he had disregarded ‘recommended' attire, and instead wore tight pink trousers with his standard issue black top, emblazoned with a green symbol, a four leafed clover.
"No idea Sir." Kalseng replied. "They have Nemesis pinned down. I am receiving his co-ordinates now." The Comms Officer looked back to his superior. "Who can we send Sir? None of our troops have ever had to quickly navigate The City from above before."
"Not none," The officer replied, arranging his styled blonde hair in the reflection of the monitor. "Just few. Send a reply to Command. I'll sort this one myself."
He walked away, towards the equipment store. He was hurrying, but no one would have known from his relaxed gait. However, deep down he was concerned. Not just for the safety of his comrade and friend, but with the reasons for Them being in The City. It had been years, what could they possibly want there now?
Meanwhile, Kalseng was talking in to his Earcomm.
"Command, this is Flying-Type control. Mayday call received. Commander Yoshimitsu is on his way, over."
**
"What do you mean, They are in the city?" A shocked Irish voice said, rather quietly, as he sat in his office, hand to his Earcomm.
In contrast to the dark atmosphere of the Flying-Type comms room, this office had a green glow to it, illuminating the desk in the center. Sitting there was a young man, young in age, but old in experience. His hair was a dark, dirty blonde and down to just above his shoulders. He was wearing his white lab coat, a present from the Steel-Type team in the labs, a reference to his call sign. It had become rather beaten and dirtied over the years, but he wore it never the less. Most of the abuse and dirt it had gathered could be cleaned out. It was just the slight splatters of blood that remained to serve of a reminder of the reality that they were all involved in.
""We have no further intel." Came the voice of Cinders over the Earcomm. "Elliot is on his way to pick up Dave as we speak."
Alex smiled, he couldn't remember the last time Elliot had flown. It had taken him a while to feel comfortable with even commanding the Flying-Type squad, but not even his past was enough to make him leave Nemesis in danger.
"They had better watch out then. It's going to be a bit Top Gun up there."
"I have to go Alex, incoming transmission. Cinders out."
"Confirmed. Doctor Oak out."
Alex went to reach for the button on his Earcomm to close the line, but was stopped by a further transmission.
"Love you."
"Love you too. Over."
Alex smiled, rubbing the fingers of his right hand over the ring he wore on his left, a gold band with one small jewel set in to it. Green, of course. At the start, the colour was just used as a trademark of sorts, but as the years progressed it became a sign of hope and a relic of the past. It had been so long since any of them had ever seen real, natural green.
His thoughts were interrupted as the mechanical door to his office slid open. Behind them stood a woman in a lab coat, similar to his own. He smiled, it was always nice to see a friendly face these days. Particularly one from before. She limped slightly through the door and he could tell she wasn't just here for a social call.
"HL!" He smiled, abbreviating her name as everyone seemed to do. Baratron, Helen-Louise, HL. Everyone knew who she was.
"Morning Doctor." She smiled back, walking slowly towards his desk and taking a seat. She knew he wouldn't offer, he just expected her to sit. "I have some news." She continued.
"I thought you might. Is it about the Project?"
"Yes. I think I have made a breakthrough."
"How much of a breakthrough?" Alex said, intrigued, leaning across his desk.
"A large one. We have not attempted live research as yet, but all projections show that the formula should act as expected. It may take a few tries to pin down exactly which additives we need to increase to create the exact desired results, but before we can do that we must conduct tests."
"Go ahead." Alex nodded. "But do you have subjects? I don't think we can use the prisoners. We want to remain the good guys in this war."
"I know." Baratron nodded. "And we will be. We have a subject. A volunteer."
"Really?" Alex replied, surprised. He knew HL's research could result in some amazing breakthroughs, but he wouldn't want to be the one to test it. After a moment however, he realised who it was.
It was the figure now standing at the door to his office.
"Are you sure about this?" He said, knowing what the reply would be.
"Alex, we need to do this. If not me, then who else?" He looked up form the floor, straight at his leader. " Afterall, I have little left to lose."
"I have informed Gad of the risks." Baratron added, "Although there are few."
"If you're sure." Alex responded, looking from HL to the other person in the room, one of his oldest friends. One of his most loyal supporters, one of the few he would trust with his life unconditionally.
"I'm sure."
"In that case, good luck, StellarWind."
**
It was still completely silent as Nemesis remained in his position. It seemed so strange, this had probably been the longest amount of time he had spent in The City for a long time. It was always so noisy then, bustling with life, with people working, having fun.
Then that all stopped. The work, the fun, all replaced by fighting. Fighting and death. It was evident that no one was going to win. Both sides left The City, left behind what they had once had, those that they had lost. Left the past behind.
Each set up their own communities elsewhere, but never maintained peace. It seemed to most like a fruitless endeavour, if neither side really wanted The City there was no need in fighting, but it continued none the less. Being closest, Pokecharms often sent a one-man patrol in to what was left of The City, to make sure there was no trace of Them. There never had been, apart from today. As far as Nemesis could tell, there were no more than three of Them chasing him, but didn't mean that they hadn't called in for support.
He knew that they were just waiting for him to make a move, for his rescue to arrive before they made themselves known again.
At least they won't have to wait long, he thought, as the sound of a small aircraft became audible overhead.
Recognising the craft, Nemesis reached for his Earcomm.
"Nemesis called Flying-Type unit. Visual confirmed. Good to see you."
"Feeling is mutual as always, lovie." Came the reply over the Earcomm.
"El?" Nemesis said, surprised at the identity of his rescuer.
"You were expecting someone else? Couldn't have just anyone picking up my Nemmy, could we? You know how jealous I get."
Nemesis was about to respond, with what he wasn't too sure, when his Earcomm was filled by another voice.
"This is Command. Think you two can save the flirting till once you get back? Database has reactivated our scanning equipment across The City. We have several positive signals, unidentified as yet. You need to get out of there now. Cinders out."
"Confirmed. Coming in for pick up."
As the craft got closer, Nemesis recognised it as Elliot's own personal unit. Essentially it was a small two man fighter jet, with certain upgrades added by the guys, and girl, down at Steel-Type.
Following tradition, the fighter was painted in the style of a Pokemon. Creatures of the franchise that everyone had spent so much of their time following before this war broke out. As the plane came down to land, vertically, thanks to its jump jet style engines, Nemesis noticed that it had been recently repainted. A surprise, considering how long it had been since Elliot had flown.
"Pidgey?" Nemesis yelled playfully as the canopy slide back, allowing him to climb on to the wing and in to the seat behind Elliot, who was sporting his black and pink flight helmet. "You came to rescue me in a fucking Pidgey?"
"Pidgeot, actually." El quickly responded, closing the canopy as Nemesis strapped himself in. "Comfy?"
"It will do." Nemeis smirked back. He was fairly sure he knew what was coming next.
"It will do?" Elsaid, mock-offended, as the craft began to take flight once more. "Do you know how many people would love to have the chance to be behind me?"
Yep, there it was. Nemesis didn't have to make gay jokes when Elliot was around anymore, he was more than capable at making them himself. Nemesis re-accustomed himself with the controls, setting up the radar screen in front of him.
Shit.
This wasn't good. However, Nemesis was Nemesis and wasn't going to give up the chance of this one.
"I think here come some now El, but I don't think it's the type of action you were hoping for."
"Too right!" El replied, this time though the built in intercom as his systems flashed up images of their pursuers, two black fighter jets, slightly larger than the Pidgeot. "If anyone gets to shoot my in the ass today, it's not going to be Them!"
Nemesis groaned, before holding on tight in his seat as the Pidgeot suddenly gained speed, darting from side to side, quickly followed by the two mysterious craft.
**
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