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    A very special thanks goes to Cornova for allowing me to use his Poké Wars universe.

    ADR stands for “After Dampener Removal” so “3 ADR” means three years after the dampener removal.

    For those who do not understand the concept of the dampeners, it is recommended that you read Cornova’s Poké Wars: The Subsistence.

    Table of Contents:

    Poké Wars: Hell In Sinnoh - One shot (Complete)

    Poké Wars: Dawn of a New Era - Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 (Complete)

    Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion - Chapter 1: Rumblings of War; Chapter 2: Rest and Revelations; Chapter 3: Sunyshore Under Siege (In progress)
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    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    Poké Wars: Hell In Sinnoh


    Hearthome City – Sinnoh (3 ADR)

    The skies overhead were a steely grey, threatening rain. Watery sunlight filtered through the barrier of clouds.

    Below was Hearthome City, the largest city in all of Sinnoh and its commercial center. Or what was left of it.

    Jagged steel and concrete ruins replaced the beautiful condominiums and shops that were the pride of Hearthome City. Scorch marks and gaping holes decorated the façade of the few buildings that remained standing. Two enormous craters were all that remained of the city’s gym and contest hall – the city’s destroyer made sure to completely obliterate any trace of pokémon-kind’s oppression.

    The wind whistled through the barren streets, sending papers and other garbage blowing. Craters pocked the sidewalks and streets. Rattata scurried through the streets, looking for food. Starly flitted through the grey skies in search of food or shelter.

    Enormous gouges – long since cooled – melted in the streets and carved on the buildings gave the identity of the destroyer: the Emperor of Storm Clouds himself, Raikou.

    Upon receiving the order from Ho-Oh, he had appeared in front of the cathedral-like Foreign Building and made his proclamation to all of humanity. Those foolish enough to flock to the sight of one of the Legendary Beasts appearing were the first to die when Raikou initiated his attack.

    Golden tendrils of electric death raced through the streets like ravenous Arbok, melting chasms in the streets and vaporizing anything they touched – be it human or pokémon. Massive lightning bolts arced from the storm clouds on Raikou’s back and rained down on the hapless city like artillery fire, reducing many of its famed buildings to twisted heaps of slag and dross.

    Those who survived the lightning bombardment or attempted to flee were killed when the wild pokémon swarmed the city like a conquering army.

    That was over two years ago. Raikou had long since left to ravage other cities but wild pokémon still roamed the city, killing any humans they saw.

    But they had not totally succeeded.

    A lock of pink hair peered out of a ravaged grocery store. The hair belonged to a young woman in her mid twenties at most. She was one of the last survivors of Hearthome City. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she sprinted from the store with a sack slung over her back. Her heart raced as she sprinted to the Foreign Building – now a sanctuary for the survivors.

    ***


    When she entered the building, she was greeted by the sight of a small fire burning in the middle of the floor and several figures hunched around it. The pews contained various supplies that the survivors had scavenged.

    The woman placed her sack on one of the pews and sat next to the fire, letting the warmth slowly permeate her body. She let out a sigh as she began to reflect on her thoughts.

    ***


    It has been three long years since pokémon have become lethal but I still don’t know why. And those three years seemed to eclipse the seven years I had spent as a pokémon coordinator.

    I try to remember the happier times, like watching my Chimchar frolic in the grass. But every time I try, that memory gets replaced with the scene of his death. Over and over, I see his head get sliced off and roll to my feet. Over and over. Now, I don’t even bother.

    Around me are my fellow survivors, a trainer from the gym, a fellow coordinator and Sinnoh Champion Cynthia. Hah, like that title means anything now. What’s there to be the champion of?

    I glanced down at myself. I found it hard to believe that the coordinator who dressed in elegant silks would find herself wearing a set of tattered jeans and t-shirt along with a holster containing a .45 caliber semi-auto pistol. Ugh, I hated that thing but since I had no Pokémon to defend me, it’s not like I have a choice. My eye caught a strap going across Cynthia’s chest. Yes, she too carried a firearm. I shook my head, even though I had seen her with a gun for nearly two solid years – hell, I’ve seen her use it too; I still found it hard to believe that woman with a gun sitting next to me was the same Cynthia I had met in Pastoria City four years ago.

    I hated the gun I was carrying and I could tell that Cynthia hated her weapon as well. But there were times when her Garchomp could not protect her and she had to rely on her weapon to defend herself. Despite my hatred for firearms, I was grateful for the times the pistol saved my life. Just hearing the crack of gunfire made me sick as I knew that a pokémon’s brains were now splattered all over the ground and I did that. But in those cases, wild instinct controlled my body, guided my hand and pulled the trigger. I sighed. In these times, it was kill or be killed. None of us were proud of the things we did, but we had no choice.

    I picked up a battered pocket mirror from a pew next to me. That mirror was one of the only luxuries I allowed myself – a far cry from the decadence I enjoyed years ago as a coordinator. As I looked at myself, I saw a stranger’s face peering back at me. The dirt smudged face, dark circles under the eyes, the pink hair matted with dirt. I touched my face; that stranger in the mirror was me.

    I glanced at Cynthia next to me; she sighed and looked down at her lap. This new Cynthia bore almost no resemblance to the attractive Sinnoh Champion of yesteryear. Aside from the gun and her disheveled appearance she had a different demeanor. She just seemed tougher, harder, colder.

    I pulled out my ribbon case from my pocket. In sharp contrast to the squalid surroundings, the ribbons sparkled. I fought back tears as I looked at the ribbons. I had four – just one more and I could make it to the Grand Festival. But now, there never will be a Grand Festival – not as long as this war rages on. These ribbons are all I have left of my carefree past as a coordinator, when I could enjoy the surroundings without the worry of death.

    I reverently closed the case and slid it back into my pocket. I was interrupted by two sets of footsteps.

    I turned around and spotted Cynthia’s Lucario holding two dead Bibarel. Both of them were headless – probably the result of an Aura Sphere. Next to him was another pokémon coordinator. The coordinator was carrying branches laden with berries.

    The other survivors got up to help prepare lunch.

    Just before I got up to assist I glanced at the pale sunlight filtering in through the shattered stained glass windows of the Foreign Building. I silently cursed Arceus for allowing this to happen.

    What has humanity done to deserve such a cruel fate?
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    Default Re: The Poké Wars 'Verse: Tales From A World At War (Rated PG to R)

    Epic stuff! The expanded first chapter was pretty good too!

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    Quote Originally Posted by El_Noobio View Post
    Epic stuff! The expanded first chapter was pretty good too!
    Thanks! I edited my first post but this is a one-shot. I am planning a two shot in the future.
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    A oneshot? Oh... I feel stupid now.

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    Poké Wars - Dawn of a New Era


    Chapter One

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    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    Poké Wars - Dawn of a New Era


    Chapter 2:

    0700 Hours, September 21, 0004 ADR
    3 kilometers from the SW section of Groudon’s Wall


    The golden early light of dawn shone over a deceptively peaceful landscape. A massive verdant forest spread across the land until it reached a ravine so deep that it seemed to recede into the depths of the Earth. Across the ravine was a mountain range so high that the tips seemed to scrape the heavens.

    But these two features were not natural. They had been made by the Lord of the Continents himself, Groudon. Ever since the Legendaries made a pact with the remnants of humanity over three years ago, they tried to stop Ho-Oh’s hateful crusade. This was his contribution to the war effort; a nigh-impenetrable bastion that guarded the little corner of Kanto that humanity had managed to wrest from Ho-Oh’s forces.

    Despite the sheer size of the barrier, there was one kilometer that was left open due to the limitations of the landscape. That was no less impenetrable than the rest of the wall as snipers, anti-air guns and field guns protected the opening as they did the rest of the wall. And if that were not enough, Trapinch anti-personnel mines were scattered throughout the opening. While the explosive charge of these mines was too small to injure steel and rock types, they could turn a Raticate into a bloody mess. For steel types, they faced the much deadlier Magnemite anti-armor mines. These mines – like their namesake – were sensitive to ferrous metals. If the mine’s sensor was tripped, an explosive charge would turn a copper disc into a hypersonic molten dart that could punch through armor plate like a Scyther tearing through flesh; the effects of that dart on living tissue, albeit covered in hard stone or metal armor were too horrible to imagine.

    Near that area, some bushes rustled and a Fearow’s head popped out and then two more. These three had planned to fly low as to avoid tripping the mines but not so high that they could be targeted by the anti-aircraft guns that defended the wall and then they would await other arrivals and then attack.

    Previously, the pokémon would have attacked en masse, which only provided the defenders with target practice. Now, they have learned and attacked in smaller groups but they have yet to actually penetrate the wall.

    Suddenly, one Fearow’s head exploded in shower of brain matter, blood and bone. The other two stared in shock just before their heads exploded in a shower of gore. A few seconds later, triple sonic booms tore through the early morning air just like the triple bullets tore through the heads of the Fearow.

    ***


    0700 Hours, September 21, 0004 ADR
    SW section of Groudon’s Wall


    Near a cliff overlooking the gap strewn with mines, a single hand twitched as it aimed its .50 caliber sniper rifle, looking for more targets. That hand belonged to Dawn, the legendary sniper. She had been drafted into the armed forces as soon as it was formed thanks to her supernatural sharpshooting talent. But she had to work her way up. First she was Private Dawn, serving as a spotter for another sniper in an active combat zone. But it was not until last year that she became Specialist Dawn and was assigned to Groudon’s Wall.

    Specialist Dawn sighed and adjusted the combat helmet that she was issued. She did not exactly enjoy this post. Sure, the risk of death was low because the wall was seldom attacked. On the other hand it was mind numbingly boring. And she spent hours prone no matter the weather: rain, shine, snow or hail.
    She peered through the scope once more, looking for threats. The scope coupled with her Pidgeot-keen vision and her preternatural knowledge of ballistics allowed her to make extraordinary shots. Even though the dampener removal had bestowed her fellow snipers with a lifetime of practice, it seemed like she had been transformed into some superhuman sniper. She made seemingly impossible shots without the aid of a spotter. Her unbelievable accuracy earned her the nickname “Blue Death”, after her blue hair and her unerringly lethal shots.

    But Specialist Dawn never liked that nickname. She wished people would just call her “Dawn” or even “Specialist Dawn”. She never really liked the title she was given. Why did they have to call her “Specialist Dawn”? What did she specialize in? Was it pokémon contests like her past life? No, it was killing things kilometers away with one precisely aimed bullet.

    Dawn fought back a wave of emotions as she scanned the horizon, illuminated by the rising sun. She wanted to cry for her lost pokémon, for her lost innocence. She was no longer the hardened gunslinger born four years ago on September 13th. Instead, she was the pokémon coordinator who was on her way to a contest when shit had completely hit the fan.

    She never wanted to serve in the military. When she first picked up Kaiza’s guns, she picked them up out of pragmatism; she recognized that her pokémon may not always be able to project her. In a way, she regarded them as part of her team, much like Prinplup. She did not enjoy taking lives with either her twin pistols or her Prinplup, but what choice did she have? She never expected that picking up those pistols would lead her to enlisting (or being conscripted). She simply imagined that she would have to trade contests for gunslinging for a few months.
    Specialist Dawn sighed again and kept an eye out for intruders. She heard a distant explosion as a 105 mm shell from an M24 Octillery field gun struck its mark. She could hardly wait until her shift was over. Just eight more hours to go.

    ***


    1800 Hours, September 21, 0004 ADR
    Mess Hall, Camp Indigo


    Specialist Dawn poked at her meal of mashed potatoes and Pidgeotto cutlet. The clank of dishes and cutlery echoed in the prefab metal hangar-like building as the staff served the soldiers and civilian staff in the base.

    “Something the matter?” a brown haired girl asked, sitting next to Specialist Dawn. She wore the same camo ACUs as everyone else. The rank insignia on her uniform identified her as a Private.

    “Nothing,” Dawn replied, poking her mashed potatoes.

    “You know, it’s not healthy to keep your emotions bottled up like that.”

    “Go away!”

    The girl picked up her meal and walked away, leaving Specialist Dawn to stew in her own emotions.

    Dawn sighed again. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten for several hours and her body itched thanks to laying prone in the dirt for hours. She started slicing her cutlet and chewing on it. “This beats eating those disgusting MREs,” she thought.

    When she finished her meal, she headed out to her barracks so she could shower and get ready to go to sleep.

    ***


    0100 Hours, September 21, 0004 ADR
    Female Barracks, Camp Indigo


    Specialist Dawn lay in her bunk trying to sleep. Lights-out had been nearly two hours ago but her racing mind kept her awake.

    Will she be called out a in just few hours thanks to another mass attack?

    Will she end up transferred to another area?

    Will she end up dead like so many others?

    Will she live to see the end of the war?


    She tried to push those thoughts aside and closed her eyes, letting the steady breathing and snoring of her fellow soldiers lull her to sleep.

    As she slipped into her dreams; a refuge from this cruel world of war, a faint image came into her head. That of a young ten year old girl with a Piplup performing at a pokémon contest in front of thousands of screaming fans.
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    do these take place directly after the events of The Coalescence? just wondering and are you Jakayrta on fanfiction. net?
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    Yep,I am Jakayrta. And these take place after The Coalescence.
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    Please see this thread for updates on Downfall of a Champion.
    Last edited by Drakon; 25th February 2013 at 09:31 PM. Reason: Chapter 2 has been replaced with a new chapter
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    All right, I have a new chapter of Downfall of a Champion up.
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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    Please see this thread for updates on Downfall of a Champion.
    Last edited by Drakon; 25th February 2013 at 09:31 PM.
    What are the Legendaries really like? Find out in The Life of the Legendaries

    Humans and pokémon no longer live in harmony. Hear their tales in The Poké Wars Chronicles: Tales From A World At War

    Cynthia once had it all: powerful pokémon, fame and hordes of adoring fans. But Ho-oh's campaign tears her life asunder. Now to survive this deadly new world, she must do the one thing that she never wanted: kill. Follow her trials through a world at war in Poké Wars: Downfall of a Champion

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