Pokedex One-Shots (PG)

[The_Shuppeteer_]

Timetraveler Pikachu? Are you okay?

And could I request a Gliscor/Uxie if it hasn't already been done?

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Timetraveler Pikachu? Are you okay?

Yeah.....about that......never eat more that a handful of candy at a party....that post was the result......On the bright side that is going in my sig!

[Ysavvryl]

Timetraveler: Pikachu needs to write a crackfic.

Actually, I took many of the details from the Bulbapedia entries. The fact that certain glitches are always female... and that on Emerald, if you managed to hack a Missingno and put it into your Secret Base squad, it will faint immediately because it has 0 HP, period.

This was supposed to be for Mothers Day, but then I hung out with my Mom all day. hehe. Anyhow, neither of my parents play video games and only know Pokemon as one of my favorite series. I picked Chimecho as it, of those I had available, would mostly likely be the one that she'd like.

I need something for Memorial Day...

Completed: Doduo/Arceus
On Deck: Machamp/Roselia, Sandslash, Carvinine, Azuril/Wynaut, Rapidash/Luxray, Gliscor/Uxie
Reserve: - (Memorial Day)


CHIMECHO


Chim, ching.

It was a blustery day at the peak of Mount Pyre. The sun shone in a pale blue sky, but the winds rushed right over the mountain. Under the rippling tall grasses, the smaller Pokemon hid to avoid being blown away. The trees were leaning over, but not breaking. Under these conditions, anyone downwind of the peak would have heard a clear bell-like chiming from the top.

Up at the very peak, there was a shrine created of white marble. Two glistening orbs sat on either side of the shrine. One was a deep marine blue, while the other was a vibrant volcanic red. Beside the shrine, there was a pair of small mountain trees. A Chimecho hung from the branches of the left tree. The yellow sucker on top of her head clung tight to the branch so that she didn’t get blown away.

On a day like this, most of her kin would be hiding out in the small caves, or even in the catacombs within the mountain. But someone always had to be here, no matter what. Her ribbon-like tail was whipped about into the rough branches, causing her to ring without trying. If she lost grip of the branch, the gusts could easily grab hold of her and toss her down to rocky slopes. She had to stay strong.

Ding, ding, ching.

A pebble had gotten caught up in the wind. The Chimecho watched warily as it skipped across the shrine. Thankfully, it missed hitting the orbs. The orbs were to remain as undisturbed as possible. Nature wasn’t always agreeable, so there were thunderstorms, blizzards, and, like today, windstorms. Even the odd earthquake sometimes. No matter what happened, this shrine had to stay calm and peaceful.

Those orbs had been created by Rayquaza, or so it was said. They contained certain vital powers of two other Pokemon gods, the red one Groudon and the blue one Kyogre. As long as the powers were contained within these two orbs, then the two gods would remain locked in slumber. That was important. They were fierce rivals, tearing up the earth and the sea in their arguments.

Even if they slept, they were still connected to the orbs. One or the other could become alert enough to break one of the orbs, awakening the other. Thus, the two rival gods had to be pacified even if they couldn’t acknowledge it. There was always a small group of humans around who did that.

And there were the Chimechoes. In her family, tradition dictated that the females would stay in these trees during the day. They would sing quiet songs in their language to help keep the two entities connected to the orbs asleep. At night, the males would do the same. Normally there would be two or three others with her. But on this bad day, she was the only one who decided to remain out.

Ting, dong, ching.

It was tough to keep singing under these conditions. At some parts, she had to just deal with her random rings when the gusts were high. She sang whenever there was a moment of quiet. Thankfully, the orbs seemed quiet today. The wind wasn’t affecting the two gods as much as it was her.

Her language really only had seven different kinds of chimes, but by altering the length, tone, and pitch, it was possible to communicate complex ideas. Like the tales of Groudon and Kyogre’s battles, and why the Chimechoes had to remain on Mount Pyre, despite the vast number of Ghost Pokemon who lived here too.

There were still those that left. The rise of Pokeballs made it even more difficult to remain. Thankfully, the humans who took care of the shrine realized this. To help them out, they had given the shrine’s Pokemon keepers a special green clip that was attached to their small feet. This marked them as uncatchable.

Ring, ting, ching.

“Keeping up on your duty, shrine maiden?” a voice asked.

She opened her eyes (having closed them against a bad series of gusts) and saw an elderly male human standing near her tree. “Tawn ting,” she replied.

The current human keepers of the shrine had learned some of their language. He gently patted her. “I know it’s tough. But your dedication is admirable.”

“There’s some folks coming up here despite the wind,” the woman said, walking over to them. “They seem to be causing trouble in the catacombs.”

“Chim ding,” the Chimecho replied. She hoped they weren’t looking to cause trouble up here.

“We do too,” the woman said.

But then those people, dressed in red sweatshirts and dark pants, came right up to the shrine. “You have no right to be keeping the god Pokemon slumbering like this,” the man in charge said.

“It was another god who sealed them away,” the old man said.

“It is for the good of everyone that they remain sleeping,” the old woman said.

The Chimecho let go of her branch to join them. The winds had relented just enough that she could float around without getting blown away. “Ting ching chim chime tawn,” she said.

Beside the strange man, a Mightyena growled, then rushed forward and attacked the shrine maiden Pokemon. She was young, so she didn’t stand a chance.

Later on, she found herself at a Pokecenter, fully healed. That was one good thing about technology; generations ago, that attack would have kept her in agony for weeks. With her was the old woman. “Do not blame yourself, maiden,” she said. “You were not trained to fight like that one.”

“Ding?” She floated over to the window.

The sunlight was incredibly bright. Heat made the air hazy and dry. As this was a power of the earth, it could only mean one thing. Groudon was awake. And he would not be pleased with awakening after centuries of being forced asleep.

“They’re both awake,” the old woman said, coming over to the window. “But there was someone else there. I think there is hope, if they can get Rayquaza awakened in time.”

“Chim,” the Chimecho said sadly. It was still terrible, and she hadn’t been much help.

...

Chimecho HG/SS entry: It uses the sucker on its head to hang from a tree or from eaves. It can produce seven different tones.

[Ysavvryl]

I've been caught up in other writing projects, so I did two of this today. Togekiss was on the request list, but it was actually done last year. So I skipped to the next request.

And I've completed a type category! Hehe, not really. I didn't count Arceus in my type totals, not even Normal. So I labeled it as a Special type. The only other Pokemon who could really count as a Special type was... Missingno.

In Process: Machamp/Roselia
On Deck: Sandslash, Carvinine, Azuril/Wynaut, Rapidash/Luxray, Gliscor/Uxie
Reserve: - (Memorial Day)



DODUO AND ARCEUS


It was a stifling hot day. Most every Pokemon in the prairie was keeping in the shade or near a watering hole. While some just tried to keep cool, others slept to wait for the afternoon heat to pass. He was doing both. His round head stayed above the tall grasses, watching for danger. While kneeling down under the shade of an oak tree, his other head was curled up with his long beak under his brown wing. Even with this heat, the Doduo knew that some predators would still be hunting.

The two heads always took turns with this duty. They thought exactly alike, so they were more a single Pokemon instead of a two heads on one body. In a short while, he would take a nap as his other head kept watch. Thus far, it was a boring day.

It wouldn’t be boring for long.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement of white. He turned around to check and there was a Pokemon he had never seen before. It had four legs, a short head, and a long neck. Although it had thick white scruffy fur, it didn’t seem bothered by the heat. Strangest of all, it had branched growths around its waist in an odd pattern. It radiated a strong sense of power.

Okay. An unknown Pokemon had snuck up on him. It was extremely strong and he had no clue what its intentions were. How should he react? Easy. Jerk his body up and run away through the tall grass.

As his other mind came awake at the sudden jostling, Doduo lowered his alert head, so he didn’t stick out too much. Although he had wings, he could more easily outpace any Pokemon of this prairie by running. His more alert head stayed focused ahead, on another oak tree that offered shade. The other head eventually looked back to check on the strange Pokemon.

It was galloping through the grass after him. And it was keeping up easily, even though its waist growths should have caught on the grass and slowed it down. When Doduo got close to the tree, it abruptly rushed ahead and got to the shade before him. “Pardon me, but don’t be afraid,” it said in a feminine voice.

Doduo stumbled to a stop. “What? What do you want with me?”

“I want to talk with you,” she said. “I’m not going to eat you.”

“Is that it?” He clawed at the ground, still nervous. “Then why’d you sneak up on me? And chase me?”

“Did I sneak up on you? I didn’t realize that. Sorry. So can we talk?”

He went into the shade and knelt down there. “I guess. What about?”

“What about?” She paused for a long while. “I don’t know. Something.”

One of his beaks gawked for a moment. “You chased me down and you don’t know what to talk about?”

“That’s right. I don’t talk to others much. But I just felt like it and you seemed interesting, Doduo.”

“Okay…” she was strange. “Well who or what are you first? I’ve never seen you or any Pokemon like you before.”

She nodded. “That is a good question. I am Arceus.”

His other beak gawked. “What?! You’re Arceus? The Pokemon who created everything?”

“Mmmm…” she closed her eyes briefly. “That’s what they say about me.”

Giving a quick ruffle of his feathers, he said, “Well then what are you doing here, just talking with me? You’re the goddess of creation, and I’m just a Doduo, running around this prairie.”

“That’s right. I got bored.”

“Bored?”

She nodded. “I do have the power of creation. But, everything’s been created. It’s in the hands of others to maintain it. So,” she stretched, folded her waist growths back, then lay down in the oak’s shade, “I don’t have much to do these days.”

“I guess not.”

“If I talk with anybody, it’s usually the other gods or really brave and curious humans. Those kinds of things are always the same conversations. It gets old after a few eons. So, I decided to just talk with somebody else. You seemed interesting.”

His second head came up to his other. “Really? How so?”

After another long pause, she replied, “You just seem that way.”

So it was more or less at random that she had chosen him? That was disappointing. Then again, he was talking to the goddess of creation. Nobody else in the prairie could claim that kind of memory. “Um, all right. So what kind of food do you like? I like the little black flies and thistle seeds myself.”

“I like all foods,” she said. “Mostly berries.”

“What kind of berries? There’s hundreds of them!”

“Tens of thousands of kinds, I know, in a whole spectrum of flavors. I like berries.”

“I see. Berries are nice. I like the Leppas the most.”

“Yes, the most apple-y of all berries, from its mimicking blossoms to its multicolored skins. Did you know that there are differences between the Red, Green, Yellow, Racb, Tiny, Giant, Striped, and Mottled Leppas? I made sure of that.”

He titled one head. “Really, is that so? There’s only Yellow Leppas around here. Although, I guess there are some bushes of Racb Leppas over near the forest.”

“Bug Pokemon don’t like Racb Leppa Berries,” Arceus said. “But that’s okay. They like plenty of other berries. I really like berries, so I spent a lot of time making them. I’m glad others like them too.”

At that point, one of Doduo’s heads came up with a thought. Why was he talking about food? He was here talking to the goddess of creation and they were just talking about berries! Then his other head thought, well food is good and that’s one subject he knew would interest even a goddess among Pokemon.

“Are you close to evolving?” she asked out of the blue.

“I think I might be,” he replied. “I’m getting enough conflicting thoughts that I might be. But no third party thoughts, so not quite.”

“Does it bother you?” She appeared interested to know his thoughts.

“Not really. I mean, it’s confusing sometimes, but it’s normal. I don’t meet any Dodrios that complain about having three different minds. At least, not seriously complain. Many of them will joke about it.”

“Hmm… so long as everyone is happy.”

“I don’t like predators,” he tried.

“Happy within reason, considering the natural way of things,” she corrected.

“Ah.” He chuckled at himself. “It was worth a try.”

“Yes, that is so.”

Then, he came up with something. “Actually, there is something that only you would be able to answer that I’ve thought of.”

“Go on.”

“I heard about you from my mother and other older Pokemon. The story says that an egg appeared and you were hatched from that egg. Then you created everything in the world. But then, who created your egg?”

“I did,” she replied, this time without hesitation.

“You did? But you weren’t even hatched.”

“Right, I hatched from that egg.”

“Which you created too.”

“Right.”

He shook his heads. “But that doesn’t make sense. How can you create your own egg when you haven’t even hatched?”

“I managed.”

“But how?”

Then she shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t tell you certain things. I doubt that you’d use that knowledge against me. But there are others who would. That kind of knowledge is dangerous in the wrong head. Thus, there are some things that are so dangerous that I simply keep them to myself. I know that I’m not going to abuse those ideas and cause ruin to that which I have created. That would be counterproductive.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that could be true.”

“Would you mind telling me more about yourself?”

“How can that be interesting to someone like you?”

“I am interesting to you because I live a life unlike yours,” Arceus pointed out. “And the same, you are interesting to me because you live a life unlike mine. So would you, please?”

“I guess it’d be all right,” Doduo said. And they ended up talking well into the night.

...

Doduo Emerald entry: Even while eating or sleeping, one of the heads remains always vigilant for any sign of danger. When threatened, it flees at over 60 miles per hour.

HG/SS Arceus entry: According to the legends of Sinnoh, this Pokemon emerged from an egg and shaped all there is in this world.

[The_Shuppeteer_]

Yeah.....about that......never eat more that a handful of candy at a party....that post was the result......On the bright side that is going in my sig!

YAYZ!



On topic, the Chimecho one didn't have much essence of mother's day in it, but it was very good nonetheless.
The Doduo/Arceus one was excellent! The theory of thinking in third parties in order for Doduo to evolve was interesting and made sense, and the Doduo's reaction to Arceus was priceless.

[Ysavvryl]

This entry was partly inspired by Pokemon Coliseum (see Roselia's animations to know why) and, well, Princess Bride.

On another note, I've started transferring this over to fanfiction.net. It's gonna take a long time to transfer over, heh.

In Process: Sandslash
On Deck: Carvinine, Azuril/Wynaut, Rapidash/Luxray, Gliscor/Uxie
Reserve: - (Memorial Day)


ROSELIA AND MACHAMP


Two Pokemon walked along the dirt path. One was a Roselia. His red and blue roses were close to his sides as he walked along with his arms crossed. Impatient to get where they were going, he hurried along. Behind him was a Machamp. He was large even for his kind, to where his companion was barely at his ankle height. Careful not to step on him, he walked at a slower pace.

“Do you want me to carry you, Inigo?” the Machamp asked kindly.

The Roselia waved his red rose. “I’m fine, Fezzik. I don’t want to be seen as helpless.”

“Nobody would mistake you for helpless. Not unless they were witless.”

“There’s a lot more witless people in the world than there are witty ones, you know.”

“Ah, right.”

The landscape around them grew rockier, with tougher and scragglier plants. “This seems like a nice ambush spot,” Inigo noted, but kept moving.

Looking around, Fezzik agreed with him. Most Pokemon considered his kind to be slow-witted, and thus he, being even bigger than usual, had to be even dumber than usual. He had gotten used to that until Inigo told him that he was actually quite sharp and intelligent. Still, the Roselia was even more so. If he said something was so, he was probably right.

Deciding to dissuade any would be bandits, Fezzik said, “So those guys we’re going after. Do you think that I should use a Western style of pummeling them to paste or an Eastern style of kicking them to near-death?”

He usually wasn’t so gruesome with his plans. Fezzik was one of the gentlest Fight-types that Inigo had ever known. But he also knew that this was all a bluff. “It all ends the same; you never get to finish your moves because the opponents never last that long. Why don’t you just use that Karate Chop decapitation instead?”

“That was just an accident,” he countered. “Blunt force decapitation does not work normally. It’s messy and nasty.”

“Whatever puts them down fast. Just leave the leader to me.”

“Will do.”

The highwaymen Pokemon that had been observing them wisely decided to not attack this pair.

Another group later on the trail was not as lucky. A group of six bandits jumped out of hiding. “Hold it right there,” the leader Magmar ordered, holding his hand out. “If you don’t want to get roughed up by the Rainbow of Evil, then fork over your dough.”

The Roselia raised his eyebrow. “Seriously? If you wanted to scare people, you’d take a less obvious jump point. Oh, and a better name.”

“What’s wrong with our name?” the Magmar snarled.

“Everything.”

“Rainbows are pretty,” Fezzik said. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as an evil rainbow.”

“But that’s what we are,” the Magmar stated. “See, I’m red, the Numel is orange, the Minun is yellow, the Bellsprout is green, the Wailmer is blue, and the Purugly is purple. We just haven’t found anybody for indigo.”

“It’s still dumb,” Inigo retorted. “Besides, you’re way under us. Get out of the way if you know better.”

“You think awfully high of yourselves.” The Magmar punched his wings together. “I think we ought to teach you a lesson.”

The Roselia groaned and shook his blue rose at him. “We don’t have time for this. But if you must fight, it will be one on one, you against me. You’re a chump if you won’t do that for your own weakling group.”

Smirking, the Magmar nodded. “Sure enough, you against me. We would have been nice and left you with some apples, but now all of your stuff is ours.”

“Yeah right.”

Fezzik and the others stepped back as the two began to battle. Looking for an easy win, the Magmar surrounded his fist with fire energy and rushed at the Roselia. Inigo easily sidestepped and fired several poisonous thorns at the bandit. The Magmar then whirled around, whipping up a whirl of fire around himself before launching it. While it was an impressive move, Inigo got out of that too and kept firing thorns into the Fire Pokemon.

Furious that his moves were getting dodged, the Magmar began spitting fireballs instead. To no avail; Inigo was able to keep away from all of them. He claimed it was due to a special charm that his father had made, although Fezzik often thought his friend was just that good. Thinking he’d get ahead of that, the Magmar shot another fireball, then darted over and grabbed Inigo’s blue rose, crushing it. “Let’s see you fight now, Mr. Flower.”

“Oo, that was a mistake,” the Machamp commented to the Purugly, who happened to be next to him. “He’s very proud of his flowers.”

And Inigo did have a death glare in his eyes as he brought his red rose to the Magmar and gave him a face full of poison thorns. “Never Touch My Flowers, chump!” he shouted, angry enough that his flowers were shaking. Some blue petals fell to the ground.

The Magmar shrieked. “What the hey was that?!”

“I’m not left-flowered,” Inigo said dangerously.

Then Fezzik leaned over and snatched the Magmar with all four of his hands. “Sorry buddy, but we do have to get a move on.” He then picked the bandit leader up, spun around a full turn, then launched him over the land. In short time, he seemed to fly right over the horizon and vanish.

Gawking, the other five bandits seemed at a loss of what to do. “I thought that was a one on one fight?” the Wailmer asked.

Still angry, the Roselia turned to him and brandished his thorned flowers. “You wanna pick a fight with us over that?” he sneered.

“Uuhhh,” the bandits looked to each other.

“No,” the Bellsprout said, then bolted. The others followed not long after.

“Common bandits are such scum,” Inigo said, waving them off. “We’re above them.”

“Right. You okay?”

He looked over his blue rose, concerned. “There’s some damage, missing or torn petals. It’ll grow back in a couple of days. It is late though. Can I take you up on that offer of a ride? We shouldn’t waste any more time.”

“Of course,” Fezzik said, bending down and holding his lower right arm out. Inigo hopped onto the Machamp’s head himself; the giant had some trouble handling small objects or Pokemon. They then set back down the path to their next adventure.

...

Sapphire entry: Machamp is known as the Pokemon that has mastered every kind of martial arts. If it grabs hold of the foe with its four arms, the battle is all but over. The hapless foe is then thrown far over the horizon. Fight 1

Roselia Pearl entry: The beautiful flowers on its arms have toxic thorns. Don’t even think of picking those flowers. Grass/Poison 3

[Missingno. Master]

Nice story. Oh, and nice job, slipping in a shiny Purugly so casually like that. Regular Purugly are blue.

[LadyMiir]

Hahahahaha, I love it! Great job, I love the Princess Bride referencing.

What's your ff.net username? I'll add you to favorites once I know it.

[Ysavvryl]

^Exactly the same as here. I did that so nobody accuses me of stealing my own stories...

Hehe, and nice catch on the shiny. I was trying to come up with a purple Pokemon for the group, but my mind just blanked. I ended up picking Purugly just to keep going.

[shiningsloth13]

You want a Memorial Day story, yeh? Why not do something about Surge's Electrode/Raichu/Electabuzz? Oh, or maybe a member of the Pidgey chain. Y'know, like carrier pigeons?

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

One crackfic coming up! I loved that one!! I almost cried! Just to clarify that was an exploration team right? I couldn't really tell... anyways moving on...
Rainbow team unite!!! I loved those guys! They had just the right amount of stupidity. If an indigo pokemon comes out you need to bring the rainbow team back in. For some reason I thought of a mariachi band (did I spell that right?) Don't really know why... But I could totally see then with a Mexican accent and thick black beards... I have a request. Since you have loopholes going can you do a Wartortle Stacy? I REALLY want to see Larry's face when he finds out who's saying "I hate you..."
NOTE: Are you going to be double post frequently? and with all of you stories? If so WOOO HOOO!!! If not.....#@$%! I also have some fics coming out...first ever posted...Please review so that I too may refine my writing skills.

[Ysavvryl]

I did Surge last year... with Pikachu and Electrabuzz. Something else too, I think. And the double posting here is just because I had both done. Happens occasionally, not often.

I dedicate this Star Trek entry to insomnia!

In Process: Carnivine
On Deck: Azuril/Wynaut, Rapidash/Luxray, Gliscor/Uxie
Reserve: Pidgey (Memorial Day)


SANDSLASH


It was a day like any other day: hot, dry, and still. Among the cacti and tough scrub bush, most of the Pokemon were inactive. When the night cooled the air down, they would be moving about.

Near a group of prickly pear bushes, a Sandslash was quietly guarding her nest. She had an egg to watch over; it’d be a couple more weeks before it was ready to hatch. She dozed in and out of sleep, stirring any time there was movement or strange noises nearby. If it was like any other day, it’d be a lot of nothing going on. Her tan body blended in with the ground well and her spikes and claws usually deterred anything that spotted her. But today would be different.

She stirred once to a sound she had never heard before. It was a blend of a whir and a hum. Coming alert, the Sandslash looked in the direction of the noise. There was a strange being there. Made of white metal, it hovered over the ground, moving its one pale green eye to examine everything in its path. It seemed to be nothing more than a sphere with that oversized eye and eyelid, plus a rim on the bottom. The sand underneath it stirred slightly.

As it came close, she got up and gave a snarl of warning. The metal creature stopped, turning its eye to her. It made no more sound than the hum, made no movement. Hoping to scare it off, the Sandslash moved towards it, raising a clawed paw and swiping it through the air. The metal creature then decided to move along its former path. Unfortunately for it, that happened to be right by her nest.

She wasn’t going to take that. The Sandslash backed up, then bounded forward, curling her body tightly into a sphere like it was. Colliding with the creature, her spikes pierced its skin. Giving an unearthly wail, it fired back at her with a strange energy. It was blisteringly hot, more than anything the desert could produce. And it was powerful, lashing across her back and melting her spikes. She screamed in pain.

Without warning, a disorienting feeling struck her. She couldn’t quite name it; it was like she didn’t exist for a tiny amount of time. But, that was impossible. And when it passed, she was no longer in the desert heat. Instead, she was in a moderately warm place, with air that was neither too dry nor too humid.

“What is going on?” a human voice asked. Footsteps thumped on a hard surface.

“Sorry doctor, but this native creature attacked one of the planet explorer drones,” another answered. “It managed to get through its armor and cause its weapon to malfunction.”

“I’d say.” The metal creature, the drone, was pulled off her spikes and tossed aside. “More like it shredded that drone. What kind of weapon does it have? Computer, scan its DNA and synthesize an appropriate painkiller.”

“It has no weapon; it’s an animal. Do your best with it.”

In a great deal of pain, the Sandslash wasn’t sure if she’d die. She also wasn’t sure what was going on, aside from the fact that she was no longer near her egg. She snarled at the human as he came close. How had she been taken away from her nest? Was her egg safe? What if there was another of those drone things in the area? Or even just an egg hunting Pokemon? It was midday, but some would take advantage of an unguarded nest.

There was a beep. Shortly after, the human doctor pricked her with a needle. The Sandslash’s body abruptly went limp and numb. What was he going to do with her? She looked up at him and gave a faint squeal. He wore strange black clothes with a band of yellow across the shoulders. And he now had an odd machine in his hands.

After looking over her, he activated the machine. “Just an animal, huh? You’re pretty powerful and intelligent for being just an animal. Self-aware, but only on the threshold of being sentient. I wonder what else this planet is going to surprise us with.”

She murmured. This man had a kind voice at least. Was he trying to help? She couldn’t really feel her body to tell.

The doctor patted her snout. “You seem comfortable with me. That’s good.” He put the machine down, then moved a shell over her. “Fortunately for you, we can repair those spikes of yours. Keep still for a bit longer.” Then the shell began to hum.

Closing her eyes, she could feel that it was a great healing power this machine had. She had heard that humans had marvelous healing potions and devices. Was this one of them?

“Doctor?”

“Yes captain?” the man said.

“On a preliminary review of the drone’s data, it seems that it drifted too close to her nest. She was guarding an egg, so the sooner you can get her out, the better.”

The Sandslash opened her eyes and cooed a question.

“Egg layer? I was fairly certain that the data read her as mammalian. Huh. Might be more common here.” He came back into her view. “You seem oddly aware of what we’re talking about.”

“When can we send her back?”

“In a short while; need to counteract the painkiller first.” The hum stopped. “I’ll contact you when she’s ready.”

“Good.”

The doctor removed the shell, then injected her again. “Okay, just relax here. We’ll get you back home soon.”

The Sandslash began to regain feeling quickly. She pushed herself up and tried to shake the last bit of numbness off. To her surprise, the spikes that the drone had melted had grown back already. It was bewildering. Humans had this kind of power? She looked around her new location. It was strange, all silver and white. There were symbols hanging in the air near her, and large screens on a wall to her right. From her vantage point on the shelled table, she could see a seating area with a table, couch, and chairs, a few doors that seemed to have no knobs, and windows that showed a black sky.

After looking over the floating symbols, the doctor looked back to her. “Your planet’s main sentient race has started exploring their star system. We’re a scientific vessel that’s been sent to do a survey to see if they’re ready for contact from the Galactic Federation. The drone was part of the initial scanning. It wasn’t supposed to interfere with anything. So on behalf of our ship, I apologize.” He offered a hand to her.

The Sandslash sniffed him, then retracted her claws and put her paw on his hand. She then cooed a thanks for the healing. Although she wasn’t sure of the specifics going on here, she knew kindness should be acknowledged.

He smiled. “Very social and intelligent, I see. Well maybe this mission won’t affect you any more past this day. Or maybe it will. It all depends on the hominoids that we’ve come to watch. I would consider this a sign that your planet must be fairly peaceful.” He tapped a badge that was on his shirt. “Bridge, I’ve got the patient healed up. You may return her when ready.”

“Roger.”

“Goodbye, for now,” the doctor said. Then that disorienting feeling came back over her.

When it disappeared, she was back in her hot and dry desert home. She sniffed around, making sure that this was her territory. Finding her scent, she turned to see she was indeed right where she had been taken from. And her egg was still hidden.

It had been a strange thing. But in a way, also a good thing. The Sandslash settled back into place and was soon asleep again.

...

Sandslash DPP entry: It curls up, then rolls into foes with its back. Its sharp spines inflict serious damage.

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Yay! Go star trek! I loved those kind of episodes. Where the Federation made contact with pre-warp civilizations.....Moving on.
I think you should have given us some more description of the humans. Not to mention how many there is. There is no actual place where you actual described the humans and how many are there.Also I think you need to describe the room a bit more. Silver and white with symbols on the wall doesn't really do a ship justice dose it? Tell us what is there. Maybe have the English alphabet be foreign and say that she saw the following symbols:
USS ENTERPRISE
Until next time: Stories, the greatest achievement. These are the stories of a writer named Ysavvryl. Her continuing mission, to write stories of every known Pokemon to this day and become a great writer and person. To boldly go where no writer has gone before...

[Ysavvryl]

Happy Memorial Day! A little army story for you that has nothing to do with Lt. Surge (although he is awesome!).

In Process: Azuril/Wynaut
On Deck: Rapidash/Luxray, Gliscor/Uxie
Reserve: uh...


CARNIVINE, PIDGEY, AND PIDGEOTTO


Patience was rewarded. And he was vastly patient, hanging off a tree like a thoughtless vine, keeping his mouth open for hours at a time. Other Pokemon would mistake him for a dumb plant and come over to check on the delicious scent wafting around him. What they didn’t know was that it was his saliva, baiting them to their doom. Carnivine was patient.

The marsh he lived in was a sluggish place. The water blended with the earth, making thick beds of mud underneath the grasses and weeds. All around, there were stately slow-growing trees that slowed the progress of wind and further slowed progress of those passing through. Some Pokemon around here, like himself, were quick in a pinch, but mostly lived slow lives of patience. The mud glurgled and the leaves rustled. There was never any need for rush.

Apparently, somebody hadn’t told that to the Pidgey rushing through the marsh. Every so often, he would see him rushing across the marsh in a flurry of wings in on direction. He would appear a day or two later rushing the other way. Carnivine wondered what for. There was no real reason to rush. Espeically if he was coming right back once he arrived.

One day, the Pidgey arrived and landed on a branch of Carnivine’s home tree. The little tan bird was breathing heavily, shifting his black eyes about as if expecting an ambush. Now that he was sitting still, Carnivine could see that the bird wore a red band around its neck, with a metal sleeve over one leg. It was probably working for the humans then. Carnivine didn’t care about that, though. He waited patiently, as always, for his next meal.

The bird rested for a while, then became interested in the sweet scent around him. Pidgey hopped along the branch, finding that the scent came from the strange looking flower on the vine nearby. Finding himself hungry now, Pidgey fluttered down and started to land on the edge of the flower, so as to search for the berry or whatever making the scent. Just in time, he noticed the flower move. Pidgey fluttered off right as the jaws of Carnivine snapped shut. If he hadn’t have moved, his neck could have easily been broken.

“Ack!” Pidgey shrieked. “Enemy spy found!” The bird rushed off, escaping the marsh.

Carnivine grumbled at the loss of a good meal, but soon had his jaws open and waiting again. All his life, he had been patient. One loss meant nothing. If he was patient, there would be a meal.

The next day, Carnivine was at his usual tree, hanging down and waiting. He had eaten a nice Wormadam the last evening, so he wasn’t too watchful. He should have been, as a large tan and red streak dove out of the sky and slashed sharp claws at him.

This was a situation that called for quickness. Carnivine lashed out his vines and let go of the tree, causing himself to wrap around the neck of the Pidgeotto who was attacking him. “You try to make me your meal and I’ll make you my meal,” he growled.

Pidgeotto slashed her claws at him. “Fool. We will win.”

Outpowered and desperate, Carnivine attempted to bite her head. If he could make her pass out and fall into the mud, he could hide in the grasses and get away from whoever else she meant in ‘we’. He tried his hardest, but Pidgeotto prevailed and knocked him out.

Carnivine woke up later inside a brown canvas tent. He was tied down with sturdy nylon ropes attached to a container of heavy ammunition. With that weight, there was no way he was getting out of this tent. The ground was hard-packed, not loose and muddy like his marsh home. Where was he?

He was alone, but patient waiting eventually solved that. Pidgey and Pidgeotto both came into the tent. Around their necks, both of them wore the red band that signified something. The smaller bird fluttered up to a crate. “He’s awake!”

“What am I doing in here?” Carnivine asked. “Why did you two tie me down?”

Pidgeotto ruffled her red crest feathers. “Because you’re a prisoner of war, that’s why,” she told him. “We’re making arrangements to hold you more securely.”

Snapping his vine on the floor, Carnivine growled. “Prisoner of war? What kind of nonsense is that? I’m not involved in any war!”

“You’re lying,” Pidgey accused.

“You’re assisting our enemies by baiting our messenger,” Pidgeotto said. “So who’s in charge of you? Who put you along the path back to the main base?”

“Nobody put me there,” he insisted. “I live in that marsh; I was born in that marsh. I don’t care about some stupid war the humans are having. I just wanted some lunch and he happened to be there.”

“But you weren’t there before,” Pidgey said.

“I was. You’ve been rushing through that area too fast to notice me anyhow. And what’s the big deal about rushing so much? There’s nothing so important that you have to be constantly between one place and the next.”

Angered, he puffed his feathers up. “It is so important! I carry lots of important messages. It doesn’t matter where they move this base; I’ll always find my nests back home and here.”

“Hush,” Pidgeotto reprimanded her junior. Then she looked to Carnivine. “You must be involved in the war. Everyone, human and Pokemon, are in this war. So are you with us or against us?”

“I told you, I don’t care about some stupid war.” He flicked his red leaves, which looked peculiarly like a cape around his ‘neck’. “Until you goofs came and disrupted my quiet life, I was just something silly Pokemon talked about. It’s just humans bickering over what they think of as land ownership or something. Just take me back to my home marsh and nothing will change.”

“Nothing?” she asked skeptically. “Are you sure of that? What about the weapons? What about the bombings, the airplanes, the armies? You aren’t that isolated in that marsh, you see. Even if we take you back, the war will affect you whether you want it to or not.”

“But he’s a spy,” Pidgey said, looking to Pidgeotto.

“No, I think he’s really just some civilian,” she replied.

“That’s right,” Carnivine said. “So just let me go and take me back home.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” she said. “You’re at our base, so you know where it is. You could tell our enemies. And I’m not about to fly out fifty miles again to return somebody to a disputed territory. No, I’m drafting you into our army.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous! As I said, I don’t care about what humans think. I just want to live life as I always have.”

“I’m afraid that you can’t do that,” she repeated. “This is war, Carnivine. I am thinking of your best interests, whether you realize it or not. We’ll leave you here until the humans are free to get you in a Pokeball. Come on, messenger, I think you need a rest before heading back out.”

“Right, thanks.” The two birds left the tent.

Carnivine grumbled but from that day forward, he was a part of the army.

...

Carnivine Platinum entry: It binds itself to trees in marshes. It attracts prey with its sweet-smelling drool and gulps them down.

Pidgey Emerald entry: It has an extremely sharp sense of direction. It can unerringly return home to its nest, however far it may be removed from its familiar surroundings.

Pidgeotto Soul Silver entry: It renders its prey immobile using well-developed claws, then carries the prey more than 60 miles to its nest.

[Timetraveler:Pikachu]

Messenger birds were taken from their home then released to bring a message back to its home, so its only a one way trip. Unless you decided to take hundreds of Pidgeys away from the same home and take them out into a war zone AND get a bunch of pidgeys that live where the current camp is and migrate them to home base. How were we suppose to know it was a human war? i only found out when they were talking to the carnivine(give him a name!)about human wars. Besides that, Bravo! I like a little guy in a mood, So much comical potential! Until your next post here or your next story.....see ya!!!

[LadyMiir]

Tsk... Humans going to war shouldn't involve their Pokemon.

Nothing in reserve, Ysavvryl? >: D

May I request Blaziken/Absol? They were two staple members of my team in Hoenn.

[SugarPesticide]

*looks at date* I haven't reviewed in over two months? OHSNAPZ D:

Mega apologies! I've been extremely lazy busy, you know. However, I have been reading these, and they're just as enjoyable as ever! You always shake things up in such a great way (that is not an oxymoron :P), like Arceus's conversation with Doduo. Oh, and female!Missingno, of course. Who can forget female!Missingno? I was utterly stunned. In a good way.

Anyway, sorry again. I'll put in more effort to respond to these, since they definitely deserve it. Until next time. Live long and prosper~!

[Missingno. Master]

Good stories, good stories. Sorry I haven't had the time to review them lately.

And I'd like to request another story that should be sheer awesomeness, especially if done by you. Slakoth/Azelf, please.

Azelf is the Willpower Pokemon. Slakoth is usually too lazy to do anything. This ought to be good...

[Ysavvryl]

I'll check on those requests, but I think they're all okay. As for June reserves, I notice that Father's Day and the first day of summer are back to back... but I'll do one for each anyhow. Any requests for the solstice? Or the Fourth of July, since it's not long after. Or for Canada Day if I've got any Canadian readers! Make sure to check the first page index to see what's been covered.

Azelf and Slakoth indeed ought to be interesting...

In Process: Rapidash/Luxray
On Deck: Gliscor/Uxie, Blaziken/Absol, Azelf/Slakoth
Reserve: Relicanth (6/20), ??? (6/21)


AZURILL AND WYNAUT


As it was midday, not much was happening. The pond was still, save for a ripple that followed a blue orb. It floated on the surface, heading straight for the shore. When it got to the edge, a small blue mouse Pokemon emerged from the water. He shook himself once he got onto the land, flicking his oil-filled orb tail to dry it too. “Phew, that was a good swim. But now I’m hungry. Hmm.”

There was a nice berry patch nearby that he knew of. So the where was obvious. The how though… he could just walk, but that was boring. He could hop on his tail ball and bounce all the way there. That was fun sometimes. Or he could…

Azurill grinned, picking up the thin tail that connected his body to the oil orb. Although it was heavier than his body, he had the strength to lift it up, then swing it over his head. Five times, he swung the orb around, moving it faster and faster. Then, he flung the tail orb with as much strength as he could muster.

And it went flying. His body got yanked into the air after it. There was a slight pain, but it was thrilling enough that he ignored it. As he came down, he shifted himself around so that he gripped the orb. It hit the ground, flattened some, then bounced back into the air, flipping him around. Azurill laughed cheerily as his orb kept bouncing along the ground. Eventually, it lacked the energy to go back into the air and caused him to tumble along the ground. Loose dirt clung to his damp skin, but he didn’t care. This was too much fun.

When he stopped, he chucked himself over for any scratches or bruises. Nothing yet. He knew that someday, he would evolve, and then he wouldn’t be able to launch himself around like this anymore. “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts,” he said with a grin, picking his tail back up for another throw.

After his third throw, he was reasonably close to the berry patch. In order to make sure that he landed in the patch, Azurill was going to have to aim for a high arc. He threw his tail orb hard, sending himself flying over a large bush. As he got back upright to prepare for the landing bounce, he saw that he was heading straight for another Pokemon. This one was light blue, with long ears and a poof of hair coming off its head. He called out to get the other Pokemon’s attention, but it didn’t turn up to see him.

He crashed right into the stranger, but something curious happened. She didn’t budge from her spot, despite how hard he had come flying at her. After a half-second of contact, she straightened up and flung him backwards. Azurill tumbled along the dirt path, squealing as he went right into the thick bush that he had just thrown himself over. It wasn’t a thorn bush, thankfully. However, it was harboring a bunch of stickler plants, which covered him with their flat seeds.

He hopped out of the bush to get away from the stickler plants. “Ooo, I’m sorry,” he called over. “I couldn’t see you, so I didn’t mean to land on you.”

“No worries. Are you okay?” She turned around, wearing the biggest grin he had ever seen on a Pokemon. It curled up around her eyes and showed off a bright red tongue.

“I’m fine, just covered in stickies,” he replied. “I’m Azurill.” He made a bow, then started taking the stickies off.

“Good. I’m Wynaut.” She scooted over to him, still grinning. “I can help.” Curling her ears up, she reached over with them and showed off hidden fingers. With that, she plucked off stickies from his back and flicked them away.

“Thanks.”

“What were you flying about for anyhow? You don’t look like a Flying type.” She was still grinning.

“I’m not. I was just having fun, coming over here for lunch.” Once he had the stickies off his front, he brought his orb around the clean that. “Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but could you stop grinning like that? It’s creepy.”

“Sorry, but I can’t help that. I’m always grinning.” She swished her tail. “But I’m not crazy or anything. That’s just how we Wynauts are.”

“Oh, okay. So what are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, getting lunch. Okay, that gets all the ones you can’t see. I know they don’t hurt, but they’re annoying.” She scooted around him, waddling with her paws.

“Yeah. Thanks for the help.”

“This place smelled nice,” she said, flipping her ears… arms, whatever they were. They hung from her head, but had fingers, so Azurill wasn’t sure what to make of it. “I go from berry patch to berry patch most of the time, following the scent. But I am supposed to be going somewhere now. Do you live around here? Mind giving me directions?”

“I live in the pond over that way,” he said, pointing back to the west. “But I know this area pretty well. What’re you looking for?”

Wynaut tapped her tail against the ground. “I’m supposed to meet with a bunch of my kin for a counter tournament. I was told to come to a peach orchard with a yellow windmill.”

He thought. “Oh, that place. I haven’t been there myself, but I’ve seen the windmill. Go to my pond, then head south to a tall hill. You can see the windmill from there in the distance.”

“I see. Thanks, that ought to help.”

“And what’s a counter tournament? Are you counting stuff?”

Giving a barking laugh, she replied, “No, but that would be fun too! You know how I bounced you back without moving? That’s a counter. I need to perfect countering in all forms before I evolve, so I take every chance I get to practice. Me and the others are going to compete to see who can counter the most counters. Want to come see? We don’t mind visitors.”

Go to a place where there were lots of the creepy grinning Pokemon? She seemed nice, but Azurill didn’t think he could handle a group of them without getting nightmares. “Oh, no thanks. I’ve got my own training to focus on.”

“I see. Well good luck with that, and don’t go in the stickler plants again.”

He chuckled. “Right. And good luck with your tournament.”

She gave him a wave with her ear-hand limb, then waddled off towards the pond. After reflecting on the oddities of other Pokemon, Azurill went to gather berries for his lunch. He supposed that he was strange to others at times.

...

Ruby entry: Azurill spins its tail as if it were a lasso, then hurls it far. The momentum of its throw sends its body flying, too. Using this unique action, one of these Pokemon managed to hurl itself a record 33 feet.

Emerald entry: A Wynaut loves to eat sweet fruits. It cleverly picks fruits using its earlike arms. They gather in fruit gardens, drawn by the fragrance.

[Missingno. Master]

Nice story. I see you managed to incorporate stuff from Wynaut's other Generation III entries as well, such as its permanent grin and the fact that they push up against one another to strengthen themselves. Although I never found Wynaut to be creepy. Cute, yes, but never creepy. I actually own a Wynaut, at level 100. I've had it for years, hatched it on Ruby and it's currently a member of my HeartGold team. Has 60 ribbons, too. Wynaut actually used to be my favorite Pokemon, now it's just among the top 10.