Hey, some might know me and others may have forgotten me but, yeah. I'm currently enlisted in the US Navy and thought it would be cool to put my own spin on the Military and the Pokemon world. So, yeah, here goes!
Letter 1 - Rated E
PROLOGUE - BEFORE THE UNIFORM
Ever wonder what would happen on a wide scale basis if catastrophe ran rampant? You hear word of the Rangers and the Police within every region...but what about the Military? Did you think they didn't exist? Ha! You're in for a treat! Upon the breathtaking age of 19, after a seasoned lifestyle of training, collecting, or battling, trainers have a shot to don a NEW title: Cadet. Here, they take their Pokémon beyond the service of just personal leisures, but to defend their homes and represent the TRUE nature of these gentle giants. How is this possible, you ask? Why is it necessary? You hear of the marveled stories of Ash Ketchum and his frivolous tales from country to country, but do you ever hear the darker sides to the Pokémon World?
Well, then allow me to fill you in!
My name is Militia Recruit Felix J Bailey, United Pokémon Military. Following me through is my team of friends I have grown and trained since I was but the age of 12. Steelix, the iron giant of my crew, Yanmega, the bullet-quick fighter, Arcanine, the loyal companion, Venusaur, the nature-loving protector, and the twins Umbreon and Espeon, my catch-and-release duo. I joined the UPM after having my with training donning all the badges I wanted, so I am putting my technical and training skills to work with my team to defend whatever Country is in need of assistance.
Within this job lies the gruesome stories of Pokémon who can lay waste to towns, villages, and almost complete human populations. But not all of who I stop are Pokémon. We have those who take Pokémon to malicious extents, training them to fight, kill, rob, and destroy any and all that are in their paths. Every trainer has a good night on the forest floor because we, the United Pokémon Military, stand guard to make sure they sleep well at night.
I'll let you in on a few of my personal tales through letters I sent to my Mother, along with a tale or two of my own personal experiences on the job. So sit back, relax, and enjoy as this old seasoned soldier reads you some of his past experiences!
Boot Camp - Snowpoint District 0545 HRS
Reveille woke me up in a startling manner. I'll never get used to that dang trumpet. Had my uniform shipped in last night, amazing digi-camo job from the workers in Goldenrod. Spit-shined boots, check, medals and name tag, check, measurements, check. I'm ready to go see the higher ups!
0830 HRS - BARRACKS
Visit with the higher ups, not as good. Me and the gang didn't seem to meet quota with the "boss" and got to run the mile. No biggie though, me and Steelix will get into the rhythm soon. Lt. Jerimiah cant be THAT stern ALL the time. He did seem to take a keen eye to my Arcanine and Umbreon working together on the infliction course, and little Espeon did an amazing job at the Blockade with Venusaur. Yanmega and Steelix were a little, ehh, what's the phrase? "Off tempo", per say? Either one ran too fast or the other walked into it, there will need to be some mandatory coordination.
1200 HRS - MESS HALL
Ah the chow hall, the food there ceases to amaze me. How they can afford a good meal for THIS motley crew still leaves me dumbfounded. Some unruly Recruit decided to smart off the the Commander and got us ALL running the strip, the mile-and-a-half road from us to Mt. Coronet that was blanketed in only HALF a foot of snow for this time of year, as punishment for calling the Mr. Sumter "Ma'am." Gosh, my legs ache, my team is freezing, but heck, this burger is almost too good to put down, so I'll jot a bit more later this evening.
1400 HRS on to 1900 HRS - VARIOUS LOCATIONS
I'll have to write this segment out in a scripted manner for you to really comprehend what went on in those five hours. Upon the time frame of us leaving the Mess and heading back to our Barracks to get our supplies I was approached by a good friend of mine, a Combat Specialist-to-be for the Police Squad, Militia-Recruit Michaels. He was a somewhat petty rival that I developed to tolerate and trust when I was helping him with his PC. Michaels had one of his "lovable but so freaking dangerous" ideas, yet again.
"Hey, Bailey, wanna head down to the combat range and settle who has the better breed? My Houndoom against your Arcanine?"
"Your Houndoom doesn't hold a match to my Arcanine. Maybe my Espeon or Umbreon, but never my Arcanine."
He reached for one of the digi-camo pokeballs on his belt and stuffed it in my face. I pushed it out of my face and proceeded to walk off when the usual hecklers, the mechanics, decided to put their obscene 2 cents in about my Arcanine. And of course, you expect a disciplined military man to just walk off and do the right thing, right? Well here I am walking with Michaels to the combat range, knuckles whitened as the mechanics kept on step with us.
And there it was...one quarter of a millions poke-bucks to make a reinforced concrete bucket for Pokémon to push each other to wits end.
"Alright Bailey, put your money where your mouth is!" Michaels cast his pokeball, beaming a bright light and a Houndoom who decided to boast with a mighty howl and flames streaking from its maw.
"Show off all you want Michaels, I'm about to put you in your place!" I cast my digital camo ball, releasing not my Arcanine, but my Espeon instead.
Michaels lost his balance and the mechanics keeled over in laughter, making chants of forgetfulness or lack of coordination. The Espeon laid there, curled up and slumbering peacefully, just as I had trained her to appear. Michaels decided to make the first move and launch a Crunch. Cleaver, but Espeon aren't THAT undermined. My reply: Reflect. Her eyes snapped open as the Houndoom, maw-wide for the bite, ran face-first into a translucent wall with no more than inches between her and him. He recoiled, whimpering heavily as he tried moving around the wall, unsure of another trick. He took Michaels cry of a special attack into thought and launched a scarlet ball of fire, better known as Will-o-Wisp. Two steps ahead, and well over-expected of being headstrong.
"Espeon, Light Screen!" The walls then had a tint of yellow added to the transparency, reflecting the scarlet balls of fire back at the Houndoom and testing his reflexes to dodge his own attacks. The skull-decked hound looked pretty peeved now, and his trainer wasn't too farfetched. The Houndoom began to ram the walls with his head, an obvious Headbutt attack. The lavender mass pulled herself to her feet and stretched in a feline-like motion before watching the angry dog ram the wall pointlessly.
"Ok Espeon, you've had your fun, wrap it up now girl." The Espeon sighed as her eyes hued white, several flashes flickered around the Houndoom as he finally found out he was boxed in. He sat down and began to howl at his trainer, who became barely audible through the tinted-yellow walls. My Espeon decided her fun had become boredom, so she decided to pass the baton to her partner in crime, my Umbreon. Her body flickered red as she returned herself, and exchanged her position with Umbreon who was looking at the trapped pooch with a wide, toothy grin.
"Umbreon, discipline this Houndoom. You know the drill."
Umbreon shot the Houndoom a glare, making it grimace more than usual. A dead-on Mean Look attack, perfect. Then ol' Umbreon decided to pick the fight with Taunt, making the Houndoom lunge and bite at him as he blew raspberries and shoot his haunches at the Houndoom. Then he landed the checkmate, upon ramming the wall one more time the Houndoom recoiled, a sickening feeling overcoming his facial expression and body. Toxic, and a nice dose too.
"Give in Michaels, I didn't make my Umbreon and Espeon my containers for nothing."
Michaels gritted his teeth and withdrew his prized hound. We heard a loud series of claps come from behind us that DIDN'T come from the mechanics. Our instructor, Lt. Commander Steele liked our little show, but didn't seem to approve of us using this facility during the study hours. All I can say now is, my arms hurt from the push-ups now.
Well, I'm gonna head up to the Mess Hall now, surf and turf tonight. All you can eat Tauros-sized steaks and Kingler-legs boiled to perfection. I think I'm going to send more of these home now.
Militia-Apprentice Felix J. Bailey, UPM
P.S. - I got my rank up today! Woo!
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