Pokemon: Legends of Unova
Sean Ratchet stepped off of the small fishers trawler and onto the gritty sand of Liberty Island. The waves rolled gently across the shore, the sea was very calm. The rest of the island was more of the same. The island played host to a variety of Pokemon, and was well regarded for it's beach and general calm. A few tourists bathed in the day's bright sun, or played in the water, but it was otherwise very peaceful.
Sean helped his wife off the boat, grabbing her by the sides and hoisting her to the ground. She smiled at him, the man who had broken her free. Sean Ratchet had a certain power over people, not only as a negotiator and charming man. He was able to get into your head if he had to. And considering the fact she was a psychic, it was weird for her to be overtaken by this man.
Her name was Sabrina. Former leader of the Saffron gym. She specialized in psychic Pokemon, and was a psychic herself. Her power had lessened when she first met Sean and he broke her though.
He stood in front of her in an abandoned mansion, the room all but empty except for the scattered spiderwebs and sea of dust. She had blue hair, red eyes. A pink tank top sat over medium sized breasts and showed a bare midriff. White pants and pink shoes finished her attire. On her wrists were giant, glowing green wristbands. They looked more like manacles though. In her hand was a doll, a doll of what appeared to be herself at a younger age. It swung back and forth hypnotically.
"Leave me or I will be forced to kill you. Years ago I saw you coming after me, I saw you wanted to kill me. I won't allow you to do so." Her voice was calm, even, and mechanical. There was no emotion in her face, nothing behind her red eyes.
Sean Ratchet stood 6'1, was 160 pounds. He wore black pants, a red and black shirt with a black duster over it. His shoes were red with black streaks shot through it. His hair was in a mop on his head, brown. He was twenty years old, as was the woman standing across from him.
"Your father sent me here." Sean said. He made no movements, did nothing that would scare her. He knew there was a ghost Pokemon behind him, just waiting to get it's arms around his neck. "He's scared for you Sabrina. He's dying of cancer in a hospital bed. He wants you back, to see him before he dies. He paid me to do this."
"I don't care. I am a different person now Sean Ratchet. I could care less about my father."
As she spoke, Sean noticed the doll giving off some sort of energy. What the hell was it?
"What about your post at the Saffron gym?" Sean asked.
Sean stepped forward, prompting a cold sensation to run through his whole body, the hair on his arms and neck standing on edge. A Haunter had phased through him, turning around and grabbing for him with it's stubby arms. Sean ran to the side and pulled his duster open, grabbing a Pokeball from his belt.
The ball opened and a red burst of light hit the floor, resolving itself into the form of a Zoroark. The Pokemon was instantly assaulted by a dark aura sphere from Sabrina's Haunter.
"Zoroark! Take out Haunter!"
Sean ran at Sabrina and grabbed her arm before it could reach her other Pokeball. He then grabbed the doll and cried out as an energy coursed through his body. He watched the doll transform into a Lucario, into his first Pokemon. He then felt numb, felt cozy. He didn't want to let go of the doll. But he then felt the energy burst in his head like a firework, trying to take over. He pushed it back, until it disappeared and the Lucario resolved back into Sabrina as a child. He then felt himself in Sabrina's mind, her memories appearing before his eyes. The memories disappeared and he was standing there with a crying woman in a cage. Standing in front of that cage was Sabrina as a child, in a little black dress and with a clip in her hair.
Sean ran at the girl. He felt a barrier around the girl, invisible to the naked eye. It bounced him off, into the dark that seemed to surround everything. He cried out in pain before standing and going to the cage. He tried to pull the bars apart out of desperation, but couldn't. He then called to Sabrina within the cage.
"Sabrina! I know you don't know me, but trust me! Please! I only want to help you and the only way I can is with your help!" She looked up at the stranger, her eyes large, tears falling down her cheeks. It was a longing look.
"Please." She said, almost a whisper.
"You need to do it! Push her away!" Sean said, pointing at the little girl outside of the cage.
"I can't...do it." Sabrina cried.
It was then that Sean fell through the bars of the cage. He was trapped with Sabrina.
The girl on the other side of the bars laughed maniacally. Her eyes became a deeper shade of red.
"Shit." Sean muttered. He ran over to Sabrina and grabbed her by the shoulders, sat down beside her. She latched onto him, crying into his coat. He did the only thing he knew to do in a situation where the person was hysterical, comfort her. He hugged her back and stroked her hair as if she were a little girl. In any other situation it would have been considered creepy.
"Your father is dying. He wants to see you. Please, fight. Push her away. You can do it."
Sabrina pushed as hard as she could, screaming. The whole time, Sean held her as they lay on the dark floor.
The girl's eyes widened as she was thrown through the air, hit a wall, fell to the ground.
And turned into a wooden doll.
The darkness disappeared, the cage was lifted. Sabrina and Sean were together on the floor of the room in the mansion. She was still crying, gasping for breath. The doll was in the center of the room, sitting on the floor, a wooden thing.
Sean looked at Zoroark. Haunter lay on the floor, passed out.
"Destroy it." He told Zoroark.
The doll was blown to pieces by an aura sphere.
This was the beginning of what blossomed into a rather happy romance born of tragedy. With the doll destroyed, she was back to herself. She had found the doll about five months before. After it's destruction, she still carried some psychic ability.
The day after the doll was destroyed Sean took Sabrina to her father. Her father offered him about two thousand dollars, but Sean had to decline. Sabrina admitted then to her father that they would start dating. Her father was happy to see his daughter joyful for once and saw much in Sean. Sabrina's father would end up slipping around twenty-five thousand dollars into his daughter's bank before he died.
A year went by without incident and the duo became the greatest of friends and lovers.
Sabrina grew to become a great asset to Sean's job.
Sean was a mercenary of sorts. He was sometimes considered a private investigator, sometimes considered a spy, always considered a one man army. He went from job to job, getting money along the way. He had all his gym badges, had beaten the Elite Four. He owned quite a few powerful Pokemon. With a powerful Lucario that he had gotten as a child from his parents, a Zoroark he had befriended in his travels, and the only Latias in the world; he was a sort of celebrity in professional Pokemon circles. He was constantly being assaulted by Team Rocket.
Sabrina had the psychic ability that helped him find out if someone were lying or not. She was also an excellent Pokemon trainer.
It was a year after the doll incident that Sean asked her to marry him. They were married shortly thereafter in a secluded place.
Sean held Sabrina's hand, leading her down the beach toward a quaint little resort sitting on an incline off the sand, nestled in a grove of palm trees. As far as honeymoons went, it wasn't the most exuberant or original, but they mutually agreed that the quiet of a secluded resort would be good for them. They wanted to enjoy each others company for a few days. They spent every day together, but it was typically with a bad guy sitting in a chair, or someone shooting at them. It came with being a negotiator. Sean had taken to calling himself a negotiator on the sheer basis that Sabrina was perfect for jobs involving interrogation, and they could both contribute immensely to whatever endeavor they faced. If Sean took on a mercenary job, she was standing back, trying to keep as far away from the battle as possible. Not that they weren't shot at all the time as negotiator's, but it was much better circumstances than when Sean ran into whole complex's of bad guys and tore it to pieces.
Despite the change of name in his occupation, many still considered him a mercenary. He roamed Unova, searching out jobs. He liked to call himself opportunistic.
The room was quaint, had a nice view of the blue waters of the sea. They had sent their luggage with the resort's ferry. It was just a security precaution to pay the fisherman to transport them to the island instead of board the ferry. They unpacked, Sean feeling himself uncharacteristically happy. He had been happy for the past year, but it was just an odd feeling, something that he rarely had felt before. He had felt love before, but that was something he never spoke about. His love for Sabrina went deeper than that last woman, he knew they would be together through life and death. There was no doubt about it. It wasn't just a feeling of happiness and love though, it was the feeling that nothing could go wrong. Not then, not ever. A feeling that all young lovers feel at some point when they are so deeply in love. It was this feeling that Sean had never felt before, and this moment would never be forgotten.
The afternoon quickly turned to evening and the duo sat on the porch of their room, enjoying a dinner of fish and vegetables. Sean drank a beer, while Sabrina decided on a cup of water. The tide was getting heavier, heaving against the shore. A storm was rolling in, the thunder could be heard from miles away; resonating across the ocean.
They had been enjoying idle chatter for a while. Sean decided to change the subject though.
"Have you ever wished you were the leader of the Saffron gym again?" He forked a piece of fish into his mouth.
Sabrina mulled the question over. "To tell the truth, I have sometimes. If there were a way to become a gym leader again, I would take it. I like doing what we do, we make a great team, but the gym is where I belong." She looked at Sean as if she feared she had hurt his feelings.
"We need to settle down." He answered. He looked at his wife over his beer. "We need to get a permanent home. And I am going to make you a gym leader. I heard Black City was looking for a gym leader. Maybe after this we can head there and see about getting you back to where you belong."
Sabrina smiled at Sean. "What about your job?"
"I'd miss having you with me immensely. But I want you to be the happiest you can be."
Sabrina laughed a little. "That's not what I meant, but I like that response better."
"What did you mean?"
"If we settle, you're out of a job. You can't really run around catching bad guys."
Sean sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "I guess I'll be joining the cops. Or becoming a P.I. Either way, I don't care."
After eating dinner, the two went to the bedroom and spent the night in each others arms.
The next morning, Sean and Sabrina sat on the beach, sitting under the sun. The night had been pretty rough, the thunderstorms shaking the whole island, but it didn't even feel like the rain had happened as they sat there that morning. Sean let his Pokemon out to play around in the water and fly in the fresh sea breeze. Sabrina had also let her Pokemon out. They played in harmony.
Sean's Pokemon included a Lucario that his parents had given him at an early age. He was powerful, and known to be one of Sean's best friends. Despite his being a Pokemon, he could psychically speak with humans. He had also grown to be protective of Sabrina as well. He considered them both his master, and especially liked that Sabrina shared his own gift of being able to speak with the mind.
Flying around in the sun was a red and white blur. Latias was the only of her kind. Latias and Latios were the rarest Pokemon in the world, and the fact that Sean had gained the trust of her and had her as his Pokemon was unheard of and one of the reasons Team Rocket was constantly after him.
Playing with Latias was a Flygon he had captured during his travels. Following the two flying Pokemon was a creature of the dark, Umbreon; another Pokemon Sean had captured during his travels. A Luxray ran beside Umbreon.
Sitting in the shade of a palm tree was Sean's last Pokemon, a Zoroark. It was unknown how Sean had obtained a Pokemon like Zoroark, but the few people who knew him intimately, including his wife, knew that capturing the creature had almost killed him.
Sabrina had three Pokemon, the Haunter Sean's Zoroark had combated the year before, a Kadabra, and a Gallade.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a Pokemon?" Sabrina asked.
"If I became a Pokemon, I'm sure that a lot of people would come after me just for scientific purposes. And I'm sure a lot of my enemies would come after me to kill me while I'm weak."
Sabrina kissed Sean. "I wish this would never end."
He returned the kiss. "Me neither."
Giovanni stroked his Persian gently. The creature purred softly as Giovanni listened to a live feed coming from one of Team Rocket's assault teams.
"Frontal assault squad is in position."
"Battleships in position."
"Zeppelin in position."
"Sean Ratchet is the last loose end before we move on with our plan. Make sure Gare and Amy are close at hand. My lieutenants are set, as well as the rest. Kill Sean Ratchet, and Unova will be ours." Giovanni said.
"Yes sir." The assault team responded.
Sean got out of the shower, a towel covering his lower extremities as he headed into the living quarters and sat on the sofa. Sabrina was asleep in the bedroom, and Sean decided to leave her be for the moment. He pulled his laptop from his bag and opened the lid. He entered a police database and started looking through various files of new crimes. He was searching for specific things; that was readily apparent.
He exited the police database after searching through a series of interrelated crimes. He buried his face in his hands.
"Shit." He muttered.
He heard footsteps outside of the door to the room. The heavy footfalls could have only come from boots, and Sean knew a group of people who liked wearing boots. And liked to carry big guns.
He dug around his bag for a Pokeball. He had no idea what Pokemon he had grabbed, but threw it out anyway.
Latias appeared, hovering over the floor. Sean smiled at the gentle creature as it came over and nudged his cheek.
"Sorry buddy, but we have trouble."
Sean turned toward the window as it shattered, three people appearing on the balcony with compact machine guns. Sean patted Latias as she went to take them out. Meanwhile, Sean grabbed the pistol from his bag and pointed it at the door as it burst open and three men poured inside. Sean shot all three before they even had the chance to aim their weapons.
Latias had thrown two of the intruders off the balcony and to their deaths. Sean turned and shot the last one as he tried to quickly reload his spent clip.
Sabrina appeared in the bedroom's doorway. She looked around.
"Holy crap!" She exclaimed.
Sean handed her his pistol. "I'm gonna dress. Throw all the stuff into our bags and let's get the hell out of here. Rocket's found me."
Suddenly, the whole resort shook as a Charizard flew over, a line of fire exploding from it's mouth and light the building on fire.
"LATIAS!" Sean screamed. The Pokemon missed getting fried by inches as it flew into the room. Sean threw on a pair of pants and a shirt.
"Um, Sean. That's my shirt." Sabrina pointed out.
Sean wore a tight, pink shirt. The shirt was more like a tank-top on Sean, but he could care less.
"Doesn't matter! Let's get the hell out of here!"
Sabrina finished packing and Sean grabbed his Pokeballs from his pack. He put them on his belt and grabbed the one he knew to belong to Flygon. He let Flygon loose as the roof started caving in.
"FLYGON! KEEP SABRINA SAFE!" Sean hopped onto Latias and they flew through the broken window and into the sky, to face the Charizard. Sabrina, with the luggage, followed after on Flygon.
Sean noticed that the island was surrounded by three Team Rocket ships and a zeppelin sat over the sea, closing in on the island.
"Jeez." Sean muttered as Latias and Charizard began to dance around each other.
Re: Pokemon: Legends of Unova
Battle Of Air And Sea
Charizard came at Latia's, it's wings beating furiously. Latias flew at it's enemy, turning ninety degrees and flying by it's side before Charizard could swallow Latia's head whole. Sean held on for dear life as he was nearly thrown into the waters below. Off to the side he noticed Flygon and Sabrina coming for them, Flygon charging up a hyper beam from it's mouth. Latias turned around to meet the Charizard head on again, as if the two were horses in a jousting match.
Charizard then noticed the Flygon coming at it. Flygon let it's hyper beam, a yellow swirl of light, loose. Before it could hit the Charizard, the dragon let out a roar, and a stream of fire shot from it's mouth, meeting the beam head on, pushing it back toward Flygon. Latias flew at Charizard, and head butted it right in the stomach. The Charizard stayed in it's position, unfazed but distracted. It's jet of flame weakened just enough for the hyper beam to cut through and smash into the creature's face with such force as to sever it wholly from the dragon's body. Both body and head fell to the ocean below.
"What are we going to do Sean?" Sabrina asked from the back of Flygon. She looked wildly at the approaching zeppelin and battleships.
"You need to get to Hiun City! I'll worry about these guys." Sean replied, preparing to go for the zeppelin. Flygon got in front of Latias before she could fly away.
"I'm coming too!" Sabrina shouted. "Till death do us part, remember that?"
Sean nodded. "The problem being, I'd rather live a little longer with you than this."
"You always say the cutest things." Sabrina laughed.
"And we have a zeppelin to destroy!" Latias and Flygon flew side by side toward the lead balloon.
"There are two men we must kill if we are to take Unova with no fail." Gare Seymour stood before a group of Team Rocket cadets in a quiet hotel conference room, pacing back and forth before a white wall with a projection of two people's faces on it. One was Sean Ratchet, a brown mop of hair, hazel eyes, five o clock shadow. A few scars crossed his face. Beside him was a woman of medium height, blue hair, red eyes. His wife.
The picture beside Sean Ratchet was of a man none of the men in the room recognized. Above the picture of the man of indeterminate height, long green hair, and purple eyes was his name. Devon. Beneath each picture was a list of their Pokemon. Everyone knew of Sean Ratchet's but Devon's surprised them all.
A Bayleef and a Bellosum. Two standard Pokemon for girls, but not exactly for a guy. It was his third Pokemon that was even more surprising though.
"Sean Ratchet is being taken out by three battleships and a zeppelin. If that doesn't tell you how dangerous he is, I don't know what will. We're here in Hiun City to focus on killing Devon though. Some consider him even more dangerous than Sean."
"Sir?" One of the men stood. "Why haven't we heard of Devon?"
"Because, nobody knew he existed until he washed up on shore recently."
"He has a Deoxys! How the hell do we fight something like that?" One of the recruits spoke up.
"It can be done." Gare Seymour smiled. "How do you think he ended up washed up on the shore?"
Amy stood from the front row of seats, hopping onto the stage. Her long blond hair was under a black Team Rocket hat. She grabbed Gare and whispered into the black haired man's ear.
"Do not speak of our previous encounter with Devon to the recruits."
"They'll find out anyway once we get to him and he knows who we are."
"They'll all be dead by then."
He looked into Amy's eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, absolutely nothing. They locked lips quickly before she turned away and let him continue his debriefing.
The zeppelins passenger compartment was oddly quiet as Sean quickly scanned the rooms, sweeping his pistol around in search for a target. Sabrina stood behind him, her only weapon being the Haunter trailing her. Sean continued to the end of the hall and entered a large mess hall. It was still quiet. Nobody anywhere, no traces of anybody having been there. Sean turned to Sabrina, who was moving to open the door to the bridge.
"Don't open it!"
Sabrina's hand froze. She looked at Sean, scared. "What's going on?"
Sean turned toward the emergency exit on the opposite side of the gondola from the bridge. "Let's get the hell out of here."
"Sean, what's going on?" Sabrina asked worriedly.
"This thing is rigged to blow."
"They must have plastic explosives up in the balloon itself. If you had opened the door, it would have blown us all to hell. Classic Team Rocket maneuver from their early days. They apparently thought I'd fall for it."
Sean kicked the emergency door open, the door falling to the sea below. Sabrina then ran at Sean and tackled him into the air. Sean cried out as the duo plummeted to the ocean.
"What the hell Sabrina?" Sean cried out as he cried out for Latias and Flygon.
He felt a thud against his back and Latias cried out at her master's almost death.
The zeppelin exploded, blowing apart. Sean cried out as the heat wave hit him and Latia's throwing them toward the sea. The explosion had been deafening.
Sean and Latia's smashed into the water, creating a giant splash. The water was cold, and Sean's body locked up. Whatever had just happened, he was glad Sabrina had saved him, but he would have rather died in the explosion than slowly drowning in the freezing cold darkness. He couldn't look to the side and see his Latias, the saltwater burned his eyes.
They say that before you die, you see flashbacks of your life. Sean Ratchet saw flashbacks as he drowned in the waters off of Liberty Island.
"Sean?" It was his mother, standing in front of him at his fifth birthday party. A few of his friends stood around him, smiling as Sean was given a necklace. The necklace was blue, a heart shaped gem at the end. He put it on and instantly felt himself closer to the Lucario that stood over him to his side. The Lucario had a glow on it's chest, a red glow. The necklace gave off a light as well before it disappeared, into Sean.
"There is an island of Lucario. That's where you met your Lucario as a child. When a Lucario bonds with a human the Lucario chooses a stone to put part of itself inside. The human who wears it will merge with it, and the two will be together forever, bonded. We didn't want to give it to you until you were old enough. If your father were alive, he would probably have given it to you now as well."
That was when Sean and Lucario became Pokemon and trainer.
There were more flashes as he grew up, left home to become a Pokemon trainer. There was flashes from when he defeated the gym leaders of Unova, when he took on the Elite Four. Then, there was a memory he wished to forget.
The man in the suit and tie sat in front of him in the opulent room, stroking his Pokemon.
"You won't regret joining us."
Amy smiled at him, their lips interlocking as they followed Gare Seymour to the coast. They cut through jungle, and toward the beach. They could just make out the seventeen year old waiting for them, his Pokemon flying over him...
Sean awoke, eyes wide. He turned to his side and coughed water onto the back of a Wartortle.
Wait, a Wartortle?
Sean tried to move his hands but felt metal cuffs on them. He tried to wriggle around but a firm boot was planted on his back. He saw another Wartortle beside this one, Latias gasping for breath on it.
"Sean Ratchet's capture, not quite as epic as everyone assumed it would be." The voice was young, male. The owner of the boot curb stomped Sean's back. Sean cried out.
"Where's Sabrina?" Sean spit out.
The man looked forward toward the three approaching battleships. "Currently being pursued by four of our best dragon Pokemon trainers." As if on cue, a huge explosion let loose in the air above Sean and a Charizard identical to the one he had defeated seemingly a lifetime ago fell into the water in front of the Wartortles.
"That's my girl." Sean smiled. He was promptly kicked in the side, making him cry out in pain. Through the pain, Sean gritted his teeth and looked up at his captor. "Aren't I supposed to be killed on site? What's with taking me to the ship, taking me hostage? I could break out right now."
The kid laughed. "Yeah. You're weak, just brought back from hell, and I have your Latias over there, not looking to well. I don't think a bullet to it's head will make things better."
"What happened with the zeppelin? How was it rigged?" Sean asked.
"Well, we put it on autopilot. We then rigged it to blow once you opened any door from the inside."
How did Sabrina know to push him out? Was there a wire on the door that told her they were screwed if they stayed any longer?
"By the way, I love the shirt." The Team Rocket kid laughed at Sean's pink shirt.
The battle continued to rage in the sky as the Wartortle was hauled onto the middle battleship, along with Sean. His Latias came next. He then noticed for the first time that the young man who had been kicking him held all of his Pokeballs.
The situation wasn't looking too great.
She had seen him drop, hadn't been able to save him. Her husband was dead. And Team Rocket had the balls to go after her. She stood atop Flygon and cried like she had never cried before, her mind a jumble of emotions. The predominant emotion came out only after Flygon had killed one of the Charizard's and it's rider. She smelled blood and wanted more, a primal thing that lit her eyes up.
Her psychic powers were let loose and the three remaining Charizards were not prepared for it. The mental assault on the creatures and their riders was so powerful, it literally left them brain dead. Their heads tilted to the side, drool started spilling from the sides of their mouths. They plummeted to the ocean below.
Sabrina then sat on Flygon and had the creature go toward the center battleship. She wouldn't stop her rampage until all of the Team Rocket people were dead.
"Your wife is coming for this very ship exactly as we planned. Once she'd gone, we'll get rid of you and end this silly charade." The ship's captain was old, haggard. His salt and pepper beard was long, tickling the bottom of his neck. His face was long, eyes deep and blue. He had a hook in lieu of a right arm. It was menacing, barbed at the end like a giant version of the ones used by fishermen.
Sean was tied to a pipe on the bridge of the main battleship. He couldn't move, he could barely breath, the ropes tight against his neck. He was right next to the captain of the ship, good hand holding onto the wooden wheel and hook waving menacingly in front of Sean.
Latias was tied down next to Sean, it's eyes half open, glazed over. Sean really wished to go comfort his Pokemon. It whimpered softly and Sean struggled against his restraints, the rope around his neck leaving a deep cut and strangling him. He screamed as loud as he could, but it came out as barely more than a whisper.
"I love watching men break. It's the most pitiful thing you could ever see. You, feared by Team Rocket for so long, feared as part of Team Rocket for so long. Now, your crying your eyes out, screaming, struggling; nothing more than a scared child. I've never liked killing people at your state of hysteria. I like it when they face me head on and think they can kill me before I do them in. Killing you will be like killing a defenseless child. A defenseless child in a pink tank top."
"Fuck...you." Sean managed to get out.
The claw went across his cheek, gashing it, not badly though. Sean still cried out and blood started seeping from the wound.
The ship started rocking. The captain grabbed the wheel and held on as the automatic weapons onboard were shot at the insane woman on the Flygon. Sean watched, eyes glazing over, a monitor on the window that looked out over the sea. His wife was coming for the ship, her eyes awash with anger.
"Shit..." Sean muttered. He knew her inner power. She still had inner demons, despite the destruction of the one a year before. It still lingered somewhat, and having it come to the forefront was not going to do anyone any good.
As displayed by the sudden red lights and alarms flaring all around the bridge of the ship.
Sean noticed his Pokeballs perched on the top of a console just to his side. And he noticed the sudden lilt of the ship, moving upwards. The Pokeballs started rolling off the console and toward him. His feet were able to move a little, just enough to stop two of the balls as they rolled by and depress the white button on them, allowing his Pokemon out.
Out came Zoroark and Lucario. There was a glint in Sean's eye. If there were any two Pokemon he could use at this moment, it was these two. He didn't believe in luck or fate, but he thought that he might have to after he escaped from this ship.
If he escaped from this ship.
Zoroark and Lucario saw their master. Sean tried to speak, but couldn't.
"Want us to kill these guys and get you out of here Sean?" Lucario asked mentally.
"Yeah." Sean replied in the same fashion.
Zoroark sliced the restraints off of Sean. He fell to the floor, gasping for breath as Lucario and Zoroark started killing the men on the bridge. The captain of the ship had seen the Pokemon and bolted for away. He knew the whole plan was blowing apart, quite literally, in his face. He was probably heading for an escape vessel. Or the deck so he could fly away or ride away on a water Pokemon.
Sean stood and rubbed his neck. He was sore all over, blood still falling from his cheek wound. He picked up his Pokeballs from the floor and found Latias's ball, putting her away inside of it. He then turned to the door the captain of the ship had escaped from.
"Kill them all and meet up with me once it's done." Sean mentally told his Lucario.
"Right." Lucario replied as he grabbed a gun from one of the men's hands, clubbing him in the head with it and kicking him into a wall, killing him.
Sean ran as fast as his legs would allow him, which was essentially a fast walk, through the door and he saw the captain moving away, down the hall. Sean followed as the ship swayed back and forth, being violently assaulted by his wife. He slammed against a bulkhead, was promptly thrown against the other. It was a never ending process. The whole time, the alarm rang, red lights played across everything, and the only sound other than the shrill alarm was his footfalls on the metal grille that constituted the floor of the hall.
The captain entered the long galley, full of Team Rocket members, all wondering what the hell was going on. There were a few with automatic weapons and Houndooms at their sides. The captain commanded them to watch the hall and take out Sean Ratchet as soon as he entered the galley. They nodded and took up positions as the captain ordered everyone else to head for the rear of the ship, toward the back deck and the closest place to fly off without obstruction.
Sean Ratchet threw his last two Pokemon out from their Pokeballs. An Umbreon and a Luxray appeared in front of him, running toward the galley.
"Kill them." Sean said.
The two Pokemon went to either side of the galley and started assaulting the squad of machine gunners. Sean ran inside and ran away as streams of bullets hurtled toward him. His Umbreon created a dark aura sphere that blew the head off of one of the Rocket's. Sean dove for the man's machine gun as it clattered to the ground and turned just in time to shove the weapon into the wide open mouth of a Houndoom going for his throat. Sean pulled the trigger, blowing the creatures brains all over the room, a fine pink mist that stuck to his clothes and the floor.
Sean then pulled the weapon from the mouth of the dead creature and started wildly blowing the rest of the Team Rocket's in the room to pieces.
When all were dead, Sean threw the weapon away and grabbed another with a fresh clip. His Umbreon and Luxray followed him toward the deck, and toward the captain.
"Sir," one of the Team Rocket members in the conference room stood, "why are these men so dangerous? They seem abnormally dangerous to me. How many people do we know of with Pokemon like those, who are as powerful as they are?"
Gare sneered. "Nobody knows where the hell these two come from. Nobody really understands how they got the Pokemon they got. One thing is for certain though, Sean Ratchet is dead, and there is no way he can get away from death ever looming."
Gare's cell phone rang. He picked it up.
"Go kill Devon now. Sean and his wife have destroyed the whole fleet of battleships." The voice of Giovanni was edgy, unbelieving.
Gare's face shared the unbelief in his bosses voice. "Holy shit."
"Kill Devon. Gear up to take Sean out. He'll be weak when he returns to Hiun City. I want him dead, followed by his wife. Or kill his wife in front of him. I don't care. I want them gone though."
"Yes sir." Gare ended the call and put his phone away.
"Seems we have have to finish the job for the battleship crews. Let's head out."
Sean stood on the flaming deck of the main battleship and looked around. Headless bodies everywhere, the battleships to either side of the main were flaming up, explosions rippling them. Ahead of him, the rest of Team Rocket were running for it, and the captain looked over his shoulder, noticing the man in the pink tank top and stopping, turning. The other Team Rocket with him looked over their shoulders at the man with blood streaking down his cheek, down his neck, his eyes bloodshot and wild. They ran even faster.
"Sean Ratchet! You just won't fucking die will you?" The captain flashed his hook.
"The day I die is the day the world ends." Sean smiled wickedly. "And it's not ending anytime while I'm here."
The captain looked scared, genuinely. His composure was lost, he was shaking. "What the hell are you?" The man asked.
"Not even I know that." Sean licked his lips. "All I know is that I woke up one day with a purpose."
"You were a legend among Team Rocket. What happened?" The captain fought off the shiver going down his spine.
"I woke up one day with a purpose. That was the day I left Team Rocket."
"I'll kill you." The captain smiled. "I'll become a legend!"
The captain ran at Sean, the hook swinging for his abdomen. Sean ran into the captain, missing the hook and tackling the man to the ground. The hook came around and sliced into Sean's back. Sean cried out and grabbed at it, but the barbs meant it was stuck in his flesh violently, blood pouring from the wound. The captain smiled menacingly and started twisting the weapon, pain shooting up and down Sean's body.
Sean felt ready to die. He knew that he had no trump cards now. He had returned his Pokemon to their Pokeballs, they were all tired. All except Lucario and Zoroark.
"LUCARIO!" He cried out mentally.
He was answered by the two creatures rushing from the door he had come from. The captain tore the hook from his back, Sean screaming as the pain rushed all across his body, locking his body up. Lucario caught him as Zoroark ran at the captain and dodged his hook, letting his own claws flash out and slash across his wrist. The hook-hand fell to the ground, leaving just a bleeding stump. The captain cried out and Zoroark shoved it's claws into the man's chest cavity, stabbing through his heart and killing him instantly.
Sean cried out in Lucario's arms. Lucario looked at his master and tears started falling from it's face. "You'll be OK Sean." It said as an explosion rocked the ship. The rest of Team Rocket were getting ready to fly away when a Flygon sped over their heads, and the whole group seemed to explode.
Sean saw Sabrina, as did Lucario. Lucario cried out to her. The Flygon turned in midair and headed toward the duo.
Sabrina grabbed her dying husband and took him onto the Flygon. She was crying, her anger having been dissipated looking into the eyes of her husband.
"Please don't die." She managed to get out. "We'll get you to a hospital."
Sean smiled and touched her hand. She squeezed it before he passed out.
Nurse Joy hummed a happy tune as she placed a trainer's Pokeballs onto the top of a gridded machine. A burst of electricity went through the grid. The Pokeballs lit up, essentially recharging the Pokemon inside. They were now ready to head out, all their injuries disappeared. Nobody understood how this worked, but it wasn't a huge priority. As long as the Pokemon were healed and safely, the technical aspects behind it were worthless.
A strange young man sat on a sofa in one corner of the Pokemon Center though, green hair down to the bottom of his neck. His purple eyes were glued to the television on the wall, playing a Pokemon battle between a young woman and a gym leader. He seemed to be talking to himself.
"Bloody hell, that girl is rubbish." He sat back in the chair and looked at the two men sitting in chairs to either side of him. They looked at him oddly.
"What's your problem?" He asked.
"What the hell are you saying?" One of the men asked.
"You've never heard someone speak like me?" He asked.
"No. Where are you from?"
The man looked away from the other two. "Arse hats." He muttered.
The door to the Pokemon Center opened. Nurse Joy ducked under the counter she stood behind and the two men to either side of the green haired kid stood, eyes wide, and ran.
"Devon?" Came a voice behind him.
"Ay up." Devon replied calmly.
"Time to die." The voice replied.
Devon stood. "I hoped I wouldn't have to kick seven shades of shit out of someone today, but I guess I will."
The door to the Pokemon center opened again. Devon turned to find that the owner of the voice was a man he had seen before.
"YOU!" He looked to the side to see a woman he remembered. "YOU!"
Everyone turned toward the source of the door opening and found Sean Ratchet splayed in the hands of a Lucario, and his wife walked in behind him.
Devon, Gare, and Amy all looked at him. "YOU!" They cried in unison.
Re: Pokemon: Legends of Unova
Devon (1): Reunion
Sean Ratchet was only half conscious when he entered the Pokemon Center in the arms of his Lucario. His face was still covered in blood, his whole body was still shaking with the pain from the wound inflicted to his back. He really couldn't see himself in a worse situation at that very moment. A vulnerable, near death man in the arms of his Pokemon whilst a group of Team Rocket, including his two rivals, and a man he had royally pissed off a few years before, aimed weapons at him. It was at that point when he realized he was more than likely dead, and would be better off staying in the arms of the Lucario and waiting for the bullets to cut through him and air him out. Hopefully Sabrina was smart enough to get the hell away before they did her in as well. The only thing was, his wife would stubbornly stand at the side of her husband. She was hiding the fact she was very weakened though. Lucario had told Sean using his psychic speak that communicating with Sabrina's brain was becoming more impossible with every waking moment. Her brain, essentially, was quitting on her; a result of the pure psychic high she rode in her rage. She thought she had infinite reservoirs of power. Instead, she'd almost killed herself.
There were eight people standing in a cluster to the left side of Sean, seven of which bore the large red R associated with Team Rocket. The remaining person had green hair, purple eyes. His face was young, yet his eyes told a different story. They were like Sean's eyes, older than their years, with more stories than most men three times his age had to tell. All the Team Rocket members carried machine guns but two; the two Sean knew quite well. Gare Seymour and Amy held modified pistols, laser sights attached to the bottom, as well as engravings in the side of the metal slide, Gare's of a naked woman arching her back seductively, and Amy's of what appeared to be a tear. Both their pistols were aimed at Sean's head, their laser sights playing across his forehead. The other Team Rocket members held their machine guns aimed at each of their four enemies, confused.
“Damn.” Sean muttered before his head lolled to the side and he fell into darkness. Lucario looked at the people at his side and started moving, walking toward the counter where Nurse Joy cowered. The guns shifted their aim with his every step.
“You can't do it, can you Gare?” Lucario asked psychically. Gare felt a stab of pain at the words. His target was sitting limp in a Pokemon's arms, why couldn't he force his finger to depress the trigger? Why was he hesitating? He was breaking into a cold sweat, shaking all over. He looked over at Amy and noticed she couldn't even bring herself to bear her weapon on the man. Gare looked at his men. They all stared at him, expecting him to shoot, the signal for them to end the stand off. Gare closed his eyes and tried to. He never knew it would be this hard. He'd thought himself a cold blooded killer. What was happening?
“Hey rent-boy, quit pissing around and shoot the bloke already.” The irritating voice came from the twenty-one year old standing behind the cluster of Team Rocket members. Gare looked over his shoulder at the green haired man and turned, his pistol's laser dancing between Devon's eyes.
“I'll kill you first.” Gare heard muffled sobs. He looked over at his partner. Amy had dropped her pistol to the floor, was crying into her hands. Gare felt a sudden sense of nostalgia. This had all happened before, the gun to Devon's head, Sean lying in Lucario's arms, Amy crying. Two years before, it had all happened on an island in the middle of the ocean. And a day ago, the repercussions from the island came crashing in the faces of Gare, Amy, Devon, and Sean. If Gare ever had cause to believe in fate, it was at that very moment as he relived those moments two years before.
The island was thick with vegetation, the jungle unbearably humid, breathing harder and harder the deeper you went into it's leafy embrace. Gare held a machete in his left hand, a pistol in the right. His face was drawn, tired. The hunt for this kid had taken up the past few days and left him, and his partners, exhausted. They all shared the same bloodshot eyes, the same weariness. They were closer though, closer than they had ever been. His gray hair was a mess on his head, his blue eyes wandered restlessly for any movement. He was the groups muscle, a man of large mass. He tended to wear tight shirts to show off his six pack, typically the shirt had no sleeves or very short ones so he could display his arms. They were like trucks, and the few people who had lived to feel them smash into any part of their body would probably cry at the pain the memory brought back.
Behind him were the two he had taken to calling the “lovebirds”. Sean Ratchet was not exactly new to Team Rocket, he had three years under his belt. From the age of sixteen he had been an up and coming member, well liked by everyone for his ability to get the job done, and get it done quickly and efficiently. He was also an all around decent guy. Team Rocket was typically misinterpreted as a bunch of crazy, psychopathic killers. While there were many members of Team Rocket like that, the majority were idealists who knew that they had to fight the system if they were ever to get anywhere in life. The normalcy of civilization had become a thing of the past. Times were turbulent and governments needed to be reestablished, people needed to start using Pokemon not just as pets and battle partners, but much needed economy advancing creatures. Their powers could be used to provide homes, food, and electricity to the poor and the needy, they could be used to better advance civilization; instead they were being used as primitive fighting animals.
Sean understood this ideology. He felt that it was a misconception that Pokemon and humans were side-by-side. They weren't, Pokemon were tools being used to fight in ridiculously opulent and over-commercialized tournaments. Hell, you weren't an adult until you had gone on an adventure and captured Pokemon, battling them along the way. The only way to maintain these creatures as equals was to give them regular parts in the economy, as well as give them more freedom. What trainers who captured wild Pokemon did was take them from their economy, thus the circle of life was all mixed up. Bug Pokemon like Beedrill that should have otherwise been extinct were still floating around, killing innocent children in the forests.
Sean's hand was intertwined with that of his girlfriend, a woman of medium height, with beautiful blond hair and sparkling green eyes. She wore the typical black on black uniform of female Team Rocket members, a black blouse with the red R on it, as well as a black skirt. She wore boots that almost made it to her knees. She had a few freckles on her cute face, that made her just so much cuter. She wore a black beret over her hair and a flower was put on top of her ear. The two were the epitome of a cute couple, as well as the epitome of what Gare considered “yucky”. Sure he was twenty-five and had no girlfriend, but that didn't play into his dislike for the overly romantic couple. It was just disgusting when people publicly held hands and kissed and did all that romantic stuff in front of him.
Gare cut through some more of the thick vegetation, finding himself entering a clearing. Tropical Pokemon birds squawked at the intruders as they entered the center of the clearing and sat down, needing a rest after nearly a full hour of pushing through the jungle. Before Sean and Amy could get any more disgusting, Gare pulled out a grid map of the island and started trying to find the area they were in. He motioned for Sean to come over and help. Together, they inspected the map, staring at it for about five minutes before finding where they were.
“Five minutes to the beach.” Gare folded the map and put it in his pocket, picking up his machete and pistol from the ground. He motioned for Sean and Amy to follow him as he began to once again cut through the jungle, toward the beach.
Gare stared off into space as he stood in the Pokemon Center. His men looked at him, their eyes asking questions, but their mouths refusing to ask the questions in the fear of getting reprimanded. Amy still sobbed to the side of Gare. Devon was the only one with the ability to speak apparently, as he decided it was time to break the silence.
“What the bloody hell is that man wearing? A pink tank top? Was he a fairy the whole time?” He asked Amy. She looked at him like a creature straight from hell, her eyes alight. Devon instantly regretted his speaking.
“Sir.” One of the men felt that the silence was now broken enough that he would be able to talk to his boss without getting in trouble. “Should we shoot them?”
“Yeah, get on with the shooting. I didn't think we were in a soap opera.” Devon said.
Gare looked at his men. “Stand down.”
“What sir?” One of them asked.
“STAND THE FUCK DOWN!” Gare exclaimed.
Their weapons were placed on their backs, they looked at each other wondering what in the hell was taking place. Their targets were standing in one room together, one just a sitting duck. Why was Amy crying? Why was Gare keeping them from doing their job?
The surf was gentle, the waves lapping against the shore. The sand was a blinding shade of white, shells poking up from it. Their footsteps were imprinted upon the sand, just to be taken away by the tide. Gare's footfalls were the strongest of the three, leaving what appeared to be craters in the sand. Sean and Amy continued to hold hands, their other hands holding onto pistols. Their target was standing in the sun, staring out at the turquoise blue sea, his hair flapping back in the wind. Floating beside him was an odd Pokemon. It was blue and red, had eerie black eyes.
Devon turned to his pursuers and stared at them as they approached him. His face held no emotion, just like the face on his Pokemon. Sean and Amy broke their hands away from each other in order to hold their pistols with both hands. Sean went for a Pokeball at his hip and prepared to depress the button on it when Devon raised both of his hands and opened his mouth.
“Do you blokes really want to fight? Can't we settle this civilly?”
Sean let his Pokemon loose, the red stream changing to the form of Lucario. The creature stood stock still as it saw it's opponent, a rare Pokemon that was not known to have ever been captured by a trainer. A Pokemon who could destroy you with just a thought. The creature was one of the freakiest Pokemon in the world, and who knew what it would do to them if they didn't come up with a way to get rid of it fast.
“Give up Devon. Do it now, or suffer the consequences.” Gare moved forward, pistol aimed right between Devon's eyes. Devon didn't flinch. He stayed in the exact same position as Gare put the gun right against his forehead. Deoxys watched the whole thing take place, unmoving like it's master. Gare cocked the hammer back and stared right into Devon's eyes.
Gare was thrown into the air, flying backward into Sean. Sean tumbled over onto the sand, and Gare fell on top of him, pistol discharging into the air. Sean cried out as Gare's elbow accidentally smashed into his jaw. Gare was about to apologize when he noticed a shadow over Sean and himself. He grabbed Sean in a bear hug and rolled to the side as Deoxys made a hole in the ground about eight feet deep, every particle disappearing.
The duo stopped rolling and Sean looked at what could have happened to him, mouthing a string of obscenities. Gare got off Sean and started shooting at Deoxys. Sean got up as well, sand cascading from his body. He decided to go after Devon as Lucario went to support Gare in his efforts against Deoxys. Amy started shooting at the Pokemon, the bullets disappearing as they neared the creature.
Sean went at Devon, kicking up sand on his way to his enemy. Devon threw the first punch and Sean blocked it with his upraised arms before kicking out at the strange man, landing a hit to the left side of his stomach. As Devon tried to suppress a cry of pain, Sean came around with a left hook that threw the man off his feet, throwing him to the sand as the tide washed over it.
“Sean! Problem!” Gare had put his pistol away, ammo spent, and decided the best course of action to be using his machete to take on the Deoxys. He started flailing it at the creature not landing one hit as it glided away. Sean was trying to come up with a solution to the problem, completely forgetting about Devon. Devon swept Sean's legs out from under him and Sean tumbled to the ground with a thud. Devon got on top of Sean and started wailing on the man's face. Sean felt three swift blows, one crunching against his nose. He felt as if his whole nose had deflated inside of his face, blood starting to drip down his cheek. He brought his knee up into Devon's crotch. Devon cried out and got up a bit, releasing his weight off Sean, grabbing for his junk. Sean got up from the ground and brought his leg around for a roundhouse kick when he felt a sharp pain in his back.
“Bloody wanker!” Devon screamed as he dragged the knife down Sean's back. He had only been using the grab for his balls as a distraction. Now, Sean was paying for not seeing through it. His whole back had a cut down it, blood welling out of it. Sean turned around just in time to see the knife coming for his neck. He stepped backward as it went past him, the air making a whooshing noise as the knife passed him. Sean started dodging the knife swings in a fluid dance, avoiding the sharp point of the weapon.
Meanwhile, Gare and Deoxys were still going at it. Amy had expended all her bullets and stood back as per Gare's instruction. Deoxys had not attacked Gare yet, just deftly avoiding the machete as it continually cut through the air, missing the Pokemon completely. It was as if the Pokemon were toying with Gare. The problem was, he had no idea how to fight it. Lucario tried to help, but the Deoxys was untouchable. Almost as if it weren't actually there, just a hologram or something.
Gare's realization made him turn around as the sands shifted and a Pokemon flew out, another Deoxys. He looked over his shoulder as the fake disappeared and the real Deoxys shook the sand off itself before sending a blast of wind at Gare. Gare flew through the air, falling on the sands of the beach again. Deoxys turned toward Sean and Devon's heated battle.
Devon pushed Sean backward more and more. Sean continued dodging his knife swings, hoping for an opening of some sort. His back was on fire, his face was tearing up with every movement as the cut widened slowly. He needed stitches, maybe even more than that. Devon was barely hurt. Sean had tried to go for his pistol, blow the man's kneecaps out, but it was gone. When he had taken a look at the violence to his side he noticed that Deoxys was coming for him, had probably made his gun disappear. And as the Pokemon flew toward him, he knew he was screwed royally.
One of the men in the room raised his weapon at the unconscious Sean, his finger about to pull the trigger when the door to the building burst open, the whole door flying off it's hinges and falling to the floor. Zoroark ran through the doorway, running at the Team Rocket goon. The man turned to shoot of a burst at the Pokemon.
A shot resounded through the whole center.
Gare Seymour's smoking pistol was covered in blood and brains. The body of the Team Rocket goon crumpled, the top half of his head missing. Everyone in the room turned to look at him, including Amy. She cried even harder when she saw the body, cried even harder when Sean was set on the counter of the Pokemon Center's healing station and left there by Lucario.
Sabrina stood back, her body slumped against the wall, taking everything in. She couldn't believe what was happening, didn't understand what was happening. So many questions ran through her head and before she could ask any of them, Amy stood and ran to Sean. Lucario didn't stop her, instead grabbing her in an embrace.
“I didn't think it would be this hard. I thought I hated him.” She muttered into Lucario's ear as she sobbed.
“But you still love him. And so does Gare.” Lucario looked at Zoroark, who stood in the center of the building, confused. Devon still stood behind Team Rocket, his face bright. A smile stretched across it. “Get the hell out of here. We'll kill the recruits. Go back to Rocket. Say you couldn't get us. Compose yourself.” Lucario gazed into Amy's eyes. “Please.”
“What if we're sent to kill him again?” Amy asked.
“Then try your damnedest to do so.” Lucario answered. Lucario turned to Zoroark and nodded. Zoroark released it's claws and ran into the throng of Team Rocket. Limbs flew, blood spattered across everything, shrill screams echoed off the walls. The whole time, Gare watched. He knew it was the only way out of this situation. He was embarrassed to be like this. But maybe he needed this. He knew that he would have to kill Sean Ratchet soon. He better get past sentiments out of his system. They both had better or they would be executed as traitors, turn coats. It may have been easier if the man was not on the brink of death, if this was not so much like what had happened two years before.
Devon lunged at Sean, the knife heading for his stomach. Sean turned to the side, the knife passing by him, Devon's arm right across his stomach. Sean grabbed it, knelt down, snapping the arm over his shoulder. Devon cried out, the knife dropping to the ground. Sean scrambled to grab it. He got his hand around the hilt when it disappeared and he saw a shadow hover over him. Deoxys lifted him into the air, and he was turned around to stare straight into the eyes of the Pokemon.
“Kill the bloody bastard.” Devon said.
Gare and Lucario ran at Deoxys. Lucario shot a dark sphere of energy, an aura sphere, straight at the creature. It glanced off of Deoxys, flying in the opposite direction, exploding into the sand. Gare jumped into the air, his machete swinging in a circular pattern as he headed for Deoxys' back. Sean was thrown into the sea, his back impacting the water hard, making him scream. His scream's were soon drowned out, quite literally, by the water enveloping him.
Lucario went to save his master as Gare landed a blow against Deoxys, cutting the creature in what seemed to be a near impossible feat. It turned to him and stared him down. The machete disappeared from Gare's hand, from existence. Why wasn't it making Gare disappear? Was it not able to take living things from this reality? Then how come it had tried to get rid of both Sean and Gare at the beginning of the fight? Or had it known they would get out of the way? Was it trying to scare them away? It was able to kill them in every way except making them disappear from the face of the planet.
Amy ran at Deoxys, having stood and watched the battle from afar for the past minute and a half. In her hand were two katanas; sleek, sharp swords. She had been wearing them at her hip the whole trip, the blades sliding out from the hilt, like a giant switchblade. She hopped in the air and started swinging angrily at the Pokemon. It tried to make her katana's disappear, but they stayed in her hands. Devon and Deoxys both wondered what the hell was happening when Sean Ratchet burst from the sea with Lucario at his side. He ran at Devon, tackling him to the ground. Devon cried out as the two rolled across the sand, each throwing punches and landing them against each other's faces, stomachs, kidneys. Sean got on top of the roll, stopping it. Devon stared wildly into his eyes before Sean grabbed his neck and started to wring it dry. Sean screamed as his fingers pushed against Devon's throat.
Devon grabbed Sean's chin, trying to push him off. Sean resisted, screaming as blood gushed from his back. As Devon pushed harder, Sean let up on his throat and punched him in the face viciously, Devon's nose smashing inward with a crunch of cartilage.
“A nose for a nose asshole!”
Meanwhile, Amy's katanas smashed into Deoxys, the blows glancing off it in a shower of sparks. The creature was wanting to escape, it had never faced humans like this. No matter how hard it tried, the katanas would not disappear. Amy smiled as she attacked the creature, knowing her specially made katana's, each with a powerful AT field that could not be penetrated, would defeat the Pokemon. These weapons were specifically designed to take out a Deoxys. And the Deoxys knew that. It was scared, an emotion it had never felt before. It pushed Amy away, into the surf before disappearing, hiding away. Amy cried out as she rebounded off the ground and her head knocked against a jagged shell. She sat up, crying. She grabbed the back of her head and looked at her palm. It was covered in blood.
Gare, who had been watching Amy fight Deoxys in awe, noticed Sean and Devon fighting in the sand, rolling around. Sean was screaming, the huge cut on his back getting caked with sand. Devon was beating him, and Sean was too stubborn to try to get away. Gare ran over to them and grabbed Devon, throwing him off Sean and clocking him with a left hook. Sean screamed as he lay in the sand. Lucario went to grab him, picking him off the ground and staring into his master's face. Sean Ratchet was dying.
Amy ran over to her boyfriend, uncaring of her own injuries. She cried as she saw the man she loved bloodied and screaming in the arms of Lucario. Lucario tried to console his master, but the man was hysterical, the pain so awful. Amy kissed him, their tears congealing together upon his cheek.
Gare watched the stunned Devon wobble around as if inebriated. Gare stood before him, his hands clenched in fists.
“Do you give up?” He asked, steeling himself for the answer he knew would come.
“Go fuck yourself mate.” Devon spit a wad of bloody phlegm at Gare. Gare didn't bother wiping it off his chest, instead stepping forward and karate chopping Devon's neck. The man crumpled to the ground and Gare grabbed his body, throwing him into the ocean.
Amy cried out even harder as Sean passed out. Lucario stared at his master, wishing he could do something to help the man. Gare grabbed his satellite phone and called headquarters for a pickup, with a medical team on whatever evac method was used.
Amy looked upon the body of the man she had loved, still loved. His body was broken, battered, bruised. She turned him over onto his stomach, gently. She lifted the pink tank top and stared at his giant scar that stretched from his neck to his waist. She let her finger run across it before flipping him back over and kissing him gently on the lips. She then muttered a few words, the most prominent being, “Sorry”. She repeated it over and over. She then looked over her shoulder at Lucario. “I can't bring myself to even think about killing him.”
“Love will do that to you. But he's your enemy now, he's not your friend, not your lover. He's married now, he's got new allegiances. In a different life, you two would have been perfect, you would probably live a great life. But this isn't a different life, this is the one that you were put into. This is the destiny you must face. Someday you two will have to fight. It's inevitable. Someday he will fight Gare and who knows what will happen.”
Amy stared at Lucario. “How do you know all of this?”
“During the Mewtwo fiasco three years ago, I saw Mew. It gave me a glimpse of the future. I'm not totally sure what will happen. All I know is I saw you fighting Sean. I saw Gare and Sean fighting and I felt like the world was changing during the fight. As if many things hinged on the battle. Wars are coming, and things are about to change. Your mission is to kill him, and you will come back for him. If only to have your souls cleansed by the person who offered you that freedom years ago.”
“And where are you in this future? What else did you see?”
“All I saw of myself was my soul melding with something else. The rest of it was just violence, war, death. A mask that stood out in the darkness behind Team Rocket. A man with black hair and a lab coat stood in the sky, strings attached to his fingers that connected him to us. We are being manipulated by a power greater than any we understand.
All I truly understand is this Amy, soon you will be forced to combat your lover. And when that time comes, you won't have any regrets about doing it. Nor will Gare. When that time comes the world is going to change. Whether into a hell or a heaven is completely up for grabs. But we will find out sooner than anyone wishes to. Go back to HQ, tell them that you couldn't take us out.”
“Am I going to die Lucario?” She asked.
“If you do, you won't go alone. Unova is going to be covered in darkness soon. There is no way to prevent it. Many people will die.”
“There's nothing we can do? Why didn't you speak about this sooner?”
“I waited until the time was right to say this. Now is the perfect time. And there is nothing we can do but wait for the inevitable.”
Amy turned back to Sean and kissed him again before hugging Lucario. “I want to die right now. I'm sick of everything. I chose the wrong path.”
“And soon you will be put upon a new path by that man on the table. Heaven will give both you and Gare retribution.”
Amy returned to Gare and the duo left the Pokemon Center. Devon watched them leave and sat back down on the sofa where he had been watching the Pokemon tournament not five minutes before. “Bloody hell.”
Nurse Joy got up from behind the counter and stared at the dead bodies littered on the floor. She then stared at the Pokeballs placed in front of her by Lucario and the dying man on her counter. She looked at the Lucario and pointed to a door behind the counter. Lucario nodded as she started arranging the Pokeballs on the healing machine. She muttered under her breath. “How do I explain this to the police?”
Sabrina waltzed over to the sofa next to Devon and sat down. Devon looked over at her and smiled. “So you're that Sean Ratchet chaps wife, eh doll?”
Sabrina looked at him with a deadly stare. “Don't call me doll.”
Devon had an annoying grin on his face. “I just like to treat a woman like a woman.”
“You have a history with my husband.” Sabrina stated.
“I do. That wanker beat the shit out of me and left me for dead in the sea a few years back, along with those Team Rocket arsehats.”
Sabrina knew about some of Sean's time with Team Rocket, but had known nothing about the woman, the man named Gare, or about Devon. She asked Devon for everything he knew about Sean's former life. The two talked for a whole hour as Sean sat on an operating table, stitches closing his cuts and an IV running blood into him.
Over the course of that hour, a few police officers came inside and talked to the Nurse Joy, trying to figure out what the hell happened. Zoroark had mysteriously disappeared, though Nurse Joy knew it sat in the operating room with it's master, along with Lucario. The Officer Jenny's then questioned Devon and Sabrina, getting the same story of a Zoroark gone crazy when Rocket pointed weapons at it. The scene was quickly cleaned up.
A while later, Sabrina and Devon had been speaking of other topics. “You're not a bad guy, are you?” She asked.
“I don't consider myself the enemy.” Devon replied.
“You and Sean are alike in many ways.”
Sabrina cut him off sharply. “You wouldn't have stayed here this long talking to me if you didn't have an ulterior motive. And I think you want to join forces with Sean. I think you want to fight side by side, you want to apologize. Quit calling the man you want to be friends with names.”
Devon smiled. “I want a bloody apology from him as well.” Sabrina suddenly passed out as he spoke.
Giovanni threw the phone on his ornate cherry wood desk against the wall, smashing the thing to pieces. He quickly grabbed his second in command and ordered him to send more Team Rocket to Hiun City to kill Sean Ratchet and Devon.
Re: Pokemon: Legends of Unova
Devon (2): The Escape
Sean Ratchet awoke from his dream in a cold sweat, his breath's coming in gasps. He tried to sit up but was instantly pushed back down against the bed by a woman with pink hair in a nurses outfit, her eyes displaying fear, as if she found the man on the bed a monster. Sean stared at her for almost a whole minute, their eyes locking. He then found himself involuntarily asking a question that had been playing through his head during the dream, and after it's climax. “Who am I?” He asked Nurse Joy. The woman tried to figure out what it meant, had the man suffered some sort of amnesia during whatever scuffle he had gotten into? The question seemed genuine.
“Sean, do you not know who you are?” Lucario asked psychically, afraid that his master had lost more than just some blood and skin during the battle.
“I'm Sean Ratchet. But that's just my name. What am I truly?” He asked aloud. Everyone in the room: Nurse Joy, Lucario, and Zoroark all looked at the man as if he were insane. And for all they knew, he could have fallen into insanity. He had been through more in one day than most men went through in a lifetime. Brain damage was not unheard of after something like what had happened off Liberty Island happened to one man. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, may have left it's mark on the brain of Sean Ratchet.
Lucario stood from the chair he sat in and stood beside the bed. He grabbed his master's hand. Sean squeezed it. “Who are we Lucario?” Sean asked his Pokemon companion. Lucario closed his eyes tightly, tried to think out a response.
“We're companions.” He replied.
“The dream---you, Devon, myself and others. We were all one. We split off of that one and became many. It felt so---real. Who are we Lucario? What are we?”
Lucario let go of his master's hand and sat back down in the chair beside the bed. Zoroark looked between them, wondering what they were talking about. She was genuinely afraid for her master. Had he gone insane? Was Lucario feeling the same way?
Nurse Joy certainly felt that way. She had no idea what Sean was talking about, it came across as gibberish to her. But Zoroark had a feeling Lucario knew what was going on. There was something that Lucario knew that no one knew. Zoroark wondered if she should confront Lucario about it later.
“Nurse, how much longer until Sean will be ready to go?” Lucario asked.
“It might be a few more days. He suffered severe back trauma and it would be good for him to stay in recovery for as long as possible. His neck, his lower body, every part of him is beaten. Even if he can move and do things, I'd allow him a couple more days to lay down.” Nurse Joy looked at the Lucario. “What is going on? Why's he beaten like this?”
Lucario decided honesty was the best policy, though also decided that telling her the full truth may put her in more danger than he wished an innocent bystander to get into. “Team Rocket is after him. He has quite a few Pokemon that they really want. Including me.”
Nurse Joy frowned. “They are crazy. I can't believe the government hasn't cracked down on them like they said they would.”
Sean laughed from the bed. “The day the government cracks down on Team Rocket is the day the government quit getting checks from Giovanni.”
Sabrina had woken on the couch that she had been sitting on with Devon twenty-four hours later. A pillow propped her head up and Devon sat next to her head, flipping through channels on the television and snacking on a bag of chips. Sabrina sat up, rubbing her head dazedly and Devon looked over at her. She looked well, maybe she was fine now. Overexerting herself during the battle on the ships could have certainly killed her, but she somehow was able to pull back from the brink of death. Devon's eyes moved to the glowing green wristbands on her arms. She had more power than she let on. She had a lot more power. Then again, Devon had a lot more power than he let on to.
“Fancy a crisp?” He held out his hand with the bag of potato chips.
Sabrina shoved her slender hand inside and grabbed a handful before Devon hungrily wolfed down the rest. Sabrina ate her handful slowly. She had other things on her mind. First of all, how was her husband doing? How did she do all those things on the battleships? And what had happened with Gare and Amy?
She decided her best chance at getting an answer was going to see her husband in the hospital room behind the counter of the Pokemon Center. It was still operating, even a day after all of those Team Rocket men were torn to pieces. Everyone assumed Devon and Sabrina to be homeless lovers or something of that sort. Nobody knew that they were part of a huge scheme, nobody suspected they had anything to do with the death's of the Team Rocket people the previous day.
Sabrina stood from the couch. “You wanna come with me? Maybe apologize to Sean if he's awake.”
Devon looked up from his bag of chips and crumpled it slowly. “Guess I could.”
“It'll be a few more days before he's okay to move around.” Nurse Joy explained. “We'll take care of him. His Pokemon are well too, we have their Pokeballs hooked into the cybernet. They're playing around and having fun in a virtual environment.”
“Sounds pretty neat.” Devon said. Sean was eyeballing him severely. Devon, not wanting to come off as any more of a douche than he already had, gave him a look of sadness. “Hey nurse, can we have a few moments?”
“Sure.” Nurse Joy left Sean, Devon, Sabrina, Lucario, and Zoroark in silence.
“Look mate, I'm sorry about everything. No hard feelings?” Devon smiled.
“No, that whole almost killing me thing is cool.” Sean sneered.
“Are you bloody dense? You tried to kill me too!” Devon exclaimed. “You threw me in the ocean and left me for dead! And you complain because I almost killed you?”
Sabrina interjected. “Sean, Devon wants to travel with us. He wants to be our friend. He has the exact same problems we do. So what if you fought on opposite sides at one point, now you fight on the same one and you could both take down Team Rocket.”
Sean eyed Devon. “What if he stabs me in the back the first opportunity he gets?”
“You twat! Do you think I'd do that when together we have a chance against Team Rocket, divided we're dead. As you may have figured by the fact Team Rocket landed you in this bloody hospital to begin with!”
“But look at me, I'm alive now!” Sean exclaimed.
“And what would you have done when your mates from the good ol' days appeared and put their pistols to your head?” Devon asked.
“They would have gotten sentimental as they did before and left me alone.”
“Bollocks! One of those men with them would have killed you.”
“Sean, please. You guys have more in common than you think you do.”
The dream came back to Sean. They were of the same harvest. Sean looked over at Lucario. They were of the same harvest.
Who was the farmer then?
“Devon, I will work with you on one condition.” Sean muttered.
“You keep your hands off my wife.”
Devon smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Hey, she's yours mate. Just keep your hands away from her when I'm around if you know what I mean.”
“I'm sorry about that whole thing two years ago.” Sean had to force it out but Devon smiled even wider at it.
“Thanks bloke. I'm sure we'll get along just fine.”
Sabrina decided that it was her turn to talk. “Why did Gare and Amy not kill you?” She asked Sean.
“Comradeship. Love. Amy still loves me, even all these years after I betrayed her, left her with no one. Gare still loves me as a son despite the fact I lied to him, ran from Rocket. Giovanni publicly stripped his rank from him after I ran away, killing quite a few Team Rocket along the way.”
“So you and Amy...”
“If I were still in Team Rocket, we would have been married two years ago. The day before we were to marry, I ran.”
“You'd think they'd want to kill you more because of that.” Devon muttered.
“But seeing me the way I was yesterday made them remember our fight with you. Probably the scariest fight in our careers.”
“Well thanks for the honor mate.”
“I don't know.” Sean lay back. “Lucario explained what happened after I passed out. Giovanni is gonna be on our asses. I'd like to get out of this damn hospital as soon as possible.”
“So would I.” Devon replied. “I feel bad things in the air.”
Later on that day, Zoroark and Lucario stood outside of the Pokemon Center, in it's fenced off backyard area. Zoroark had requested a meeting with Lucario and Lucario agreed, wondering what was on the mind of the dark creature.
“You're hiding something from our master and I don't like it.” Zoroark said.
Lucario sighed. “It's things he's better off not knowing. Things about our past that have shaped us to be what we are currently. Things from our past that have put us in this precarious position where we are wanted dead by Team Rocket. Things from our past will soon come back to haunt us. I would rather Sean finds out the truth on his own then learn the parts I know from my own mouth.”
“Why not explain them now so he knows what to look out for in the future?” Zoroark asked, her hands clenching the air, her claws glinting viciously in the sun.
“Because not even I know what the future brings. I know very little more than Sean, but enough to know that what we are facing is terrible.”
Zoroark knew Lucario was lying, and knew that he wanted nothing to do with the Pokemon standing across from him. The two had been on shaky terms since Zoroark was a Zoroa and had first met Sean. Lucario took the straightforward, right approach to everything while Zoroark was sly, conniving, and vicious. Zoroark knew she would have to get vicious if she were to get any information from the Lucario and she ran at the Pokemon, her claws swiping out at his stomach.
Lucario rolled backward, standing and looking at Zoroark like she was crazy. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me what you know or I will kill you.” A red aura started to emanate off of the black Pokemon and Lucario knew he needed to diffuse the situation as soon as possible.
The door to the Pokemon Center exploded in a shower of glass and Team Rocket ran inside, machine guns mowing down everyone inside. Nurse Joy's head exploded, children and parents and trainers all fell to the ground, dead. The men and women cared less, ready to kill Sean Ratchet and Devon and reap their reward.
Devon heard the shots and pulled a pistol from the holster at his hip. He then grabbed a Pokeball from his belt. He threw the Pokeball out and a Bellossum appeared. Devon grabbed the flowery creature in his arms and hugged it. Sean lifted an eyebrow, Sabrina had a look of confusion in her eyes. Devon started to nuzzle the creature, their noses rubbing together. “I love you so much. You make me so happy.” Devon said.
Sean tried to stand but his back was still bursting with pain. Sabrina the bed he was resting on and got rid of all the stuff around it. The bed was on wheels, and she tested them to make sure they would move fast.
“Devon, quit fucking around!” Sean cried out as Sabrina grabbed the Pokeballs on the side table, all Sean's. She let Umbreon and Luxray loose. She had no idea where Zoroark or Lucario went.
The shots rang out in the air and Lucario and Zoroark instantly quit fighting in the field, turning simultaneously toward the sound of the violence.
“We'll finish this later.” Zoroark muttered before running to save her master.
Lucario sighed and followed after Zoroark.
Devon let Bellossum perch on his shoulder and opened the door out to the main area of the Pokemon Center quickly. He cried out as bullets started to fly through the door, hitting the wall on the other side. Devon put his arm around the corner of the door and started shooting blindly at Team Rocket's assault team.
“How the hell are we getting out of this shithole?” Devon asked as more shots entered the room. Sabrina held onto Sean's bed from the back headboard, ready to run through the door and get outside.
“I don't---” Sabrina cut off as a cry rang out inside of the Pokemon center, followed by the loudest explosion of sheer power Sabrina had ever heard.
Zoroark screamed as power coursed through her veins, exploding outward. It shattered windows for a whole block and the whole front of the Pokemon center exploded inwards, debris and glass smashing into and embedding itself inside of the Team Rocket members.
Devon cried out as he was thrown to the ground by the explosion. Sabrina fell as well. Devon got up as fast as he could and ran into the Pokemon Center. A thick layer of dust sat over everything. Devon put his mouth to his elbow, coughing. The air was congested with dirt and dust and was barely breathable. Devon kept his mouth in his elbow and jumped the counter, heading toward the front of the place, hopping over rubble and debris along the way. He shot the Team Rocket members who still writhed on the ground and went to see what the hell had caused the explosion.
When he got outside and saw Zoroark, Lucario beside her, his jaw dropped.
Sean Ratchet was powerful, and so were his Pokemon. This man was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. There was something about him that Devon felt was familiar, but also strange. Sean Ratchet was an extraordinary individual.
Devon looked over to the side of the building, which could use with a face lift now, and saw an ambulance. The means of escape. He ran back inside of the building, grabbing the machine guns and extra ammo off of the bodies of the assault team and entered the back room once again. Umbreon, Luxray, and Bellossum stood together.
“Return the Pokemon.” Devon choked out, putting Bellossum back in her Pokeball. “We won't need them.”
Sabrina did the same and took a machine gun from Devon. Sean took one as well and Devon dropped the rest of the guns and ammo into the bed with Sean.
“Now I'm just an ammo box?” Sean asked Devon.
“I can think of worse things to be mate.”
The ambulance drove crazily through Black City, people running to get away from it's path. A helicopter roared overhead, cars honked off in the distance. Devon was at the wheel of the ambulance, Sean and Sabrina in the back with Lucario and Zoroark. Devon pulled the wheel to the right, slamming on the brakes. He drifted across the intersection. He took his foot off the brake and sped up, the right hand turn taking all of three seconds to complete.
Sean's bed had been strapped down and was secure. Sabrina on the other hand, flew about as Devon headed for the desert outside of the city, and away from the police and Team Rocket.
The ambulance sped past the city gate, entering the desert and it's sandy road. Devon pumped his fist when he suddenly cried out, jerking the wheel as hard as he could away from the two tanks that sat on the road.
“SON OF A BITCH!” He cried as one of their cannons exploded, a shell smashing into the road and blowing it to pieces.
They passed by the tanks side, but before Devon could breath a sigh of relief, the helicopter he had heard back in the city flew overhead, and an army worth of men in Jeeps and on motorcycles appeared from the desert, flying Pokemon above them. All of these people and creatures were coming for the ambulance.
“PROBLEM!” Devon cried over his shoulder. Sabrina looked out the windshield and instantly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“How do we fight that?” Sabrina asked. “I thought the tanks would be the end.”
“Yeah bloody right.”
Sean smiled in his bed. “Prop me up.”
“What?” Sabrina looked at him, bewildered.
“Sit me up.” Sabrina did so, putting the pillows that had behind his head behind his back. Sean grabbed one of the machine guns and smiled. “Open the doors.” He nodded toward the two doors that led into the back of the ambulance.
“Are you a nutter mate?” Devon asked.
“Yeah, essentially.” Sean responded. Sabrina had a look of concern on her face, but opened the back doors and went to grab a machine gun from the bed. Two motorcycles appeared on the road and Sean instantly picked them off.
More motorcycles or jeeps would appear on the street behind the ambulance and Sean would pick off all the people on them. It was insane. The man could barely move around, yet could aim and shoot with superhuman ability?
Devon tried to shake off the pursuers but there was absolutely nowhere he could go. The road went straightforward for hours, eventually reaching the next city. All he could do was swerve back and forth, sometimes clipping a motorcycle and knocking it's rider off, sometimes smashing into a jeep. Devon figured they were royally screwed.
That thought became a reality as he noticed the helicopter stopped in front of the road about a half a mile away, hovering there. Devon had nowhere he could run, driving off road in the ambulance would be impossible, and getting stuck wasn't going to be a good way to escape.
In the back, Sean heard Pokemon landing on top of the ambulance and started shooting the ceiling, cutting through the creatures. Their limp bodies slid off the ambulance, flying onto the road in wet splatters.
The helicopter was closer, and Devon could see the pilot clearly, a smile on his face. His targets were almost in his sights. Ten seconds.
He flipped the plastic cover on the top of his control stick up, exposing a big red button. The ambulance got closer. Five seconds.
Four. Devon closed his eyes and muttered a prayer.
Three. Lucario grabbed onto the roof of the ambulance and climbed on top, putting the fingers of his paws inside of the bullet holes Sean had put through it. An aura sphere started to build in his one hand as the other held on for dear life.
Two. The pilot hovered his thumb over the button and prepared to launch.
One. The pilot pressed the button as the ambulance got in his sights.
The missile flew off the side of the helicopter in a puff of white smoke and headed straight for the ambulance. Lucario's aura sphere was let loose as the missile came straight at it.
They collided in mid-air and the shockwave it sent out threw the helicopter sideways and the ambulance backward. Lucario had to let go and roll onto the street and into the sand on the side of the road as the ambulance flipped over and over, crashing through a couple Team Rocket members on motorcycles and crushing them.
The helicopter pilot pulled at the control stick, trying to keep upright as he rapidly descended toward the ground. He managed to level the chopper out right above the street, the blades of the vehicle sending a sandstorm across the general vicinity. It started to raise back in the air, the pilot noticing that the ambulance was done for. It lay upside down about fifty feet away.
As the ambulance had rolled, Sean had been thrown all around, Sabrina as well. If Sean was in terrible shape before, he was in worst shape now as guns and ammo clips had been smacking against him as he was thrown against the walls of the ambulance, and his back smashed against the metal headboard of the bed in the biggest explosion of pain he had ever felt. He almost passed out from the pain until the ambulance stopped rolling and he was left on the ceiling, now the floor, of the vehicle, his bed hanging suspended over him. Sabrina was in the corner, her face bleeding, gasping for breath. Devon looked no worse for wear in the driver's seat, minus hanging upside down. He was trying to figure a way out of the seat without dropping to the ground. All the blood going to his head was making him woozy, and he decided that he might as well just endure the pain of the seven foot fall. He clunked to the ground as gracefully as a Snorlax would.
“Bloody hell.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his head. He looked back at Sean and Sabrina. “Hey mates, everyone alright?”
Sean gave him a thumbs up the noticed something. “Where's Lucario and Zoroark?”
Zoroark ran at the helicopter, screaming insanely. She dodged to the side as it's machine guns tore into the tarmac of the street, spraying it into the air. Zoroark then jumped in the air and latched onto the cockpit of the helicopter. The pilot cried out and yelled behind him. Two soldiers sat in the back and when they saw the Zoroark, they pulled the side doors open and grabbed their weapons from the wall. Their assault rifles ready, they hung out of the door and aimed at the large black creature. They started shooting.
The bullets went through Zoroark. The soldiers looked bewildered.
One of the soldiers suddenly cried out as he was thrown out of the chopper and to the ground where his head cracked open. The soldier on the other side looked over and cried out as the real Zoroark, not an illusion it created, pushed him out of the side, left to the same fate as his comrade.
“Shit!” The pilot cried out, preparing to pull the ripcord that would open the cockpit and send his chair flying into the air, sending the plane crashing to the ground, hopefully with the Zoroark. Before he could, his arm was chopped off by the creature's claws. He pulled his stump to his face and screamed. Zoroark then cut his head off before running to the side door and jumping out.
The chopper started to fall, it's nose pointing a bit forward. It hit the ground and started to slide against the road, sparks flying. The blades stopped rotating and the helicopter stopped against a sand dune on the side of the road.
Sean shot the two Team Rocket soldiers who got off of their motorcycle's to check out the ambulance. They were disturbed suddenly by the helicopter smashing into the street and that was all the distraction Sean needed to blow their brains out.
“Does anyone have a plan?” Devon asked.
Sean smiled. “Is that helicopter still in one piece?”
Devon looked out the windshield. “It is, but it's stuck in a dune. No way we're using that.”
“Dammit.” Sean muttered. Sabrina grabbed him and pulled him up, throwing his arm around her neck. He used her as a crutch and they headed out the door of the ambulance. Devon followed after, grabbing some ammo magazines from the ambulance and putting a fresh one in his machine gun before he followed Sabrina and Sean toward the oncoming rush of about three jeeps full of soldiers.
“What the hell are you doing?” Devon asked as Sean raised his machine gun in his free hand and aimed toward the middle jeep. Sabrina aimed her own toward the left jeep. Devon took that as his cue to aim at the right.
The middle one suddenly exploded, flipping over backward. Lucario ran past the ambulance and the trio, aura spheres appearing in his hands and going toward the other jeeps.
“No! Lucario, we need one of them intact!” Sabrina cried out. Lucario threw both the aura spheres at the remaining two jeeps and they both exploded, killing everyone. “Lucario! What the hell?” Sabrina asked.
Suddenly, a truck appeared out of the sand to the side, a machine gun mounted to it's bed. Sean cried out and aimed at it, shooting. It got on the road and drove straight for them. It's machine gun started firing. Lucario ran at the truck, dodging the incoming bullets. It jumped on the hood and kicked the windshield. The glass cut into the driver and passenger. Lucario grabbed the driver and passenger by the head, and an aura sphere appeared in both hands. When Lucario's hand pulled away, the two men were headless.
The truck started to slow down and Lucario climbed around to the bed of the truck, avoiding walking on the hood where he would be mowed down by the machine-gunner. He entered the bed of the truck and ducked under the machine-gunner's fist, bringing his own fist into the man's crotch. The man cried out and Lucario kicked him in the stomach, throwing him off the truck.
The truck stopped in front of Sean, Devon, and Sabrina. Lucario hopped off.
“Voila.” He said.
Sean smiled. “Thanks bud.”
Zoroark appeared, coming around the ambulance, grabbing her shoulder.
“Beat myself up pretty bad.” She said.
Sean threw his machine gun aside and grabbed his two empty Pokeballs. “Return guys.”
Lucario and Zoroark returned to their Pokeballs without a fight. They were both beat up. Everyone was.
Sean was helped by Sabrina into the passenger seat of the truck. Devon drove and Sabrina sat in the bed. Devon headed toward the next city as fast as he could.
“That was crazy.” Devon muttered. “You have some pretty powerful Pokemon.”
“Why didn't you use your Deoxys to help us?” Sean asked.
Devon didn't answer and instead changed the subject. “Do you think Team Rocket will put us in high regards after this?”
Giovanni saw the carnage on the news as reporters ran about. A helicopter in a dune, an overturned ambulance, about twenty-five motorcycles and fifteen jeeps and a hundred people dead. About fifty Pokemon gone.
Sean Ratchet and his friends had done a number to Team Rocket and this blow would not go unanswered. Giovanni screamed, enraged. Persian watched his master, a look of pain on it's face. Never had it seen the man like this before. But it had a feeling it would see that look many more times.