Target Pokémon: Machop
Submitted for grading: 13/12/2010
I crouched down, hidden in the long green grass. The pink of my front horn was just visible above it if an especially astute observer were to glance my way. My green head did well at camouflaging and there were some patches of pink flowers around. I was quite well hidden. I was only forty-two centimetres high at the time, tall for my species but it still meant that I could hide insanely well.
One of my favourite pastimes was sitting there, in that grass watching the clothed two legs. I’d found that they were hateful, spiteful and downright repulsive creatures. I was sure that the only reason that I was both alive and free was my careful, studied avoidance of being seen by them. Occasionally one almost worth meeting would wander by, but only rarely and always with those we had deemed “the undesirables.”
The greatest shame that could come upon one of my species was to be caught by an undesirable. That is the reason that so few of us can be seen with trainers, we don’t like them. Many species have a dislike for those of the clothed two legs race, most are just too stupid to avoid being caught. Only the weakest and least intelligent of my species could be caught by a human, or so I foolishly believed. Of course, you already know all this.
That was before the day of the incident, now my opinion of clothed two legs is even worse than it was then. That fateful day that I shall remember for the rest of my life, the day I was first seen by one of the clothed two legs, started out a day much like any other. It was a little warm for that time of year and the air was heavy with pollen. I’ve never coped well with pollen; it has always made me drowsy.
On that day, it was the pollen that almost cost me everything. I was sitting in the grass, well out of the way half asleep when I sensed rather than heard an undesirable nearby. He was close, too close; I couldn’t afford to make a sound now. I heard his footsteps just metres away. He was large and he had a Machop following him. I could have defeated most Machop in a matter of minutes; the only reason I wasn’t already a Gallade of high standing within our community is that as the chieftain’s youngest son, I was forbidden to evolve.
This tradition, stretching back into the realms of legend served to prevent the younger offspring from rising up and challenging our elder brothers for positions of power with our community. If we were still only Ralts, how could we hope to contend with them? It was a harsh rule but it was there for a reason and protected our tribe from harm.
Because of that rule, the undesirable’s Machop posed a significant threat to me. Yes, I was old, but not as old as the Machop, It looked like it would be quite a bit stronger than me and this would not bode well if the undesirable found me. That was when I sneezed. A reflex that I had no control over looked like costing me my freedom.
The clothed two legs turned, he’d seen me, and he attacked. The Machop came flying towards me, his hand in front of him. He was trying for a Dynamic Punch. I knew that if this hit, I would be slightly concussed and less likely to escape. Unfortunately for me, I was rooted in place. It appeared that this Machamp had No-Guard, meaning he could never miss.
I focused my will on using Confusion, sweat pouring down my smooth white cheek as I tried to fight the after-effects of the Dynamic Punch. I successfully confused the beefy Machamp, now it might hurt itself.
Its grey skin bulging with muscle, the Machop tried to throw another Dynamic Punch, it looked triumphant as it started to hit me before it fell over from the confusion it was quite obviously feeling. I once again focused my mind, this time on using Psychic. If I could get through the confusion, I had the potential to do massive damage to him. Sadly, I failed and ended up flat on my face with no idea as to how I had gotten there. As I looked up, I saw a massive fist filling my vision before it connected and sent me flying, this guy sure did like Dynamic Punch.
I pulled myself to my feet as I sent off a Psychic attack. It hit for massive damage and lowered his special defence, which would make my job much easier. The Machop hit himself again giving me a chance to escape.
I quickly hid behind the move protect as yet another one of the Machamp’s Dynamic Punch’s came flying my way. My confusion had cleared and seemingly, so had his. The Machop had been slightly battle weary when he first attacked and it seemed that he was out of those annoying punches, I’d survived them.
The problem was, Mach Punch is fast, very fast and this Machamp’s was no exception. I threw off a Psychic before feeling something hard hit me on the head. I found myself in a small enclosed space, it wasn’t that uncomfortable but I could barely move. I struggled; I saw a crack of light which only made me struggle harder. All of a sudden, I was back in that long familiar grass, unfortunately the Machamp was still there. One more Psychic changed all that though.
AUTHORS NOTE: (not part of graded story)
This was originally going to be a story to capture the ralts involved but its been sitting, half written on my computer fro about 6 months now so I've decided to modify it slightly and go for a machop. The first step was to get rid of the machamp and change him into a machop, then I had to cut of the stub of the 2nd half of the story, a political forum where my ralts (now a Gallade) was trying to persuade his tribe that is was sensible to allow the younger siblings of the tribes leaders to evolve. I thought I'd leave some of that in to show a hint of the politcal structure of the ralts tribe. Obviously this is set in a heavily modified pokemon universe. I hope everyone enjoys what I believe is a fairly original story from an original perspective.