Well, this is my first ever fan fiction, so here's the scoop. First of all yes, this is about Pokemon, or rather my idea of what the real history should have been. Be warned there will be brief bouts of semi-graphic violence and some horror to this, so consider yourself warned. I'm also using this as practice to sharpen my writing skills, so any constructive criticism is welcome! And without further ado, I'll get the plot rolling.
Spoiler:- PM List:
- It was once said that although we live in a Pokemon world, we never found out where the Pokemon came from...
- Some say that they are aliens, come to Earth from outer space....
- In all of recorded history, no one has ever stopped to think that perhaps it was not them who were visitors from the stars...
Table of Contents
- Prologue: The Log
- The Most Dangerous Game
- In Enemy Hands
- Light and Dark
- Landing at Fort Haven
- Emergent Conditions (Forthcoming)
- Atlas Station
- New Enemies
- Kings and Pawns
- Heart of Darkness
- Eviction Notice
- New Haven
- Enemy of my Enemy...
- Note: Any upcoming chapter titles are subject to change as the plot develops...
- Interlude I: Dissent
- Interlude II: Outlaw
- Interlude III: Genocide
- Interlude IV: Open War
Common Military Phrases and Terminology
Prologue: The Log
A group of people sat in a cramped but mostly-empty room. It was in the shape of an oval, with white-painted metal walls, a low-slung ceiling, and patches of rust covering the walls and staining the floor. The space was lit by stark, sterile fluorescent lights recessed into the curving walls. Dust filled the air and there was a musty odor. There was only one entrance, a hole in the wall that was secured with a hatch, like that of a ship, not a door. Around the edges of the room there were black, ancient-looking computer banks, most of them dead and quiet, although on a few of them green and amber lights still twinkled dimly.
Around these computers a swarm of technicians in lab coats were working feverishly. There were several folding tables set up in the limited space, with high-powered laptops upon them. Thick black cords connected the machines, with others that ran out through the hatchway and into the darkness that waited beyond. The scientists were obviously being cautious, frequently stopping to consult one another and occasionally glancing fearfully over at the other group of people in the room with them.
There were only five others present, all sitting in collapsible chairs in a rough semi-circle around the center of the room. The group consisted of four men and a lone woman. They were dressed practically, with rugged-looking hiking boots, mountaineering clothing, and thick gloves. From their belts hung several red and white spheres, poké balls. The faces of three of the men and the woman appeared to be every bit as icy as the heart of the arctic, their cruel eyes staring with disdain at the scientists as they worked feverishly on the computers. Their faces were harsh and they had the inexplicable air of power about him.
However this paled in comparison to the final member of the other group. He was dressed the same as his compatriots. He had the same look on his face, a harsh, ruggedly-handsome face with short-cropped brown hair that was just beginning to gray at the edges. But there was something about him, something in the way he sat or the way his eyes never seemed to miss a single action of the scientists, that made everyone in the room uncomfortable in his presence. An air of authority and contempt. He was the reason for the sweat beading on the scientists' faces and their extreme discomfort.
After fifteen minutes of hard work, the techs came to an agreement and one of them, a younger woman, tentatively approached the leader of the other group where he sat, slightly apart from the others.
"Sir," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "We believe that the message is ready now, we're ready to try again on your order."
The man said nothing, merely jerking his head in an affirmative gesture. He didn't glance her way as she scuttled back to the safety of her companions, all of his attention was focused on the center of the room, as was the others'.
Now I'll see if this whole endeavor has been worth the price I've paid for it. he thought haughtily.
There was a moan, a squeal of mechanical protest as long-dormant mechanisms within the floor ground into action. A circular section of the floor irised open, and a cylindrical pedestal emerged. The lights in the room dimmed and then extinguished. There was utter darkness and silence other than the sound of everyone's breathing. There was a flutter of light above the pedestal, then another and another. A blinding flash of color and light played in the empty space and a hissing screech of static blared from hidden speakers in the room's walls, but this lasted only for a few seconds. After which the room quieted and the spots cleared from everyone's eyes and they beheld what was at the center of the room.
It was a man. A man of light incarnate, a frozen fragment of a time long since past. His image twinkled slightly as dust motes floated in and out of the hologram. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, was tall and athletic, standing about six feet, with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. His face was sharp and solidly built, with a long, deep scar cutting straight down across his undamaged left eye. He was clad in a strange, black and red uniform. An assortment of colorful ribbons and medals adorned his left chest, and an unreadable name tag hung on the right. From each of his lapels a pair of shiny silver bars twinkled. On one of his shoulders there was a red circular patch with a strange geometric shape with the letters "USNA MC" stitched in gold around the edge. However it was not the man's bizarre attire that held the audience's attention. It was his eyes, gray mournful eyes. One could tell instantly by seeing them that this man had been through hell; that he had seen horrors in his lifetime that few others could imagine. His eyes captured and held the attention of his audience, even the commanding man. Then he spoke.
"Hello, whoever you are," he said, in a weary voice. "My name is Captain Joshua M. Miller of the United States of North America Marine Corps. I don't know who, if anyone, will ever hear this, but I owe it to myself and to the fallen to leave some record behind." He glanced upward at the ceiling and then back down. "I'd hoped to wait out for the possibility of a relief ship, but I can't rely on that. Someone has to know, some record has to survive, dammit," his voice got a little choked up. "I have to make sure that this survives. So that someone will remember their sacrifices, all the lives lost in the war for this godforsaken mudball. Everyone else has forgotten, their minds wiped and their memories destroyed, I'm the only one left, the only one who still remembers the hell we went through to survive here."
He paused and took a deep breath to steady himself and got his emotions back under control.
"First things first, this world, the planet upon which you currently live, breath, laugh, love, and die, is not your home. You belong on this planet as much as an earthworm belongs at the north pole, and yet here we all are." he laughed bitterly at that. "This," his image was replaced by a large blue and green globe. "Is where we come from, Earth. The cradle that birthed us all."
Everyone in the room leaned forward slightly, looking at the globe intently. It stirred something strange and intangible within their minds. An ancestral knowledge that that was where they belonged. It was fundamentally different from all the maps they had seen of the world in school, yet somehow it felt right to them.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Of course that's not exactly the way it was when we left." as Capt Miller's disembodied voice spoke the globe changed, the seas gained a green tinge, all of the rolling green forests were eaten away and replaced with vast deserts and wastelands, and the air took on a grayer color.
"That's better." Capt Miller said sarcastically. "Of course that's what we get for fighting a world war and setting off a lot of highly contaminated explosions in the atmosphere. Allow me to explain. Start by setting the way-back machine to about, oh, a hundred years since I made this recording plus whatever time has passed since then. That makes it about two-thousand fifty-eight by our calender. The world was circling the drain fast: simply put, we were running out of oil."
He looked out around the room at an audience he would never behold. To the side newspaper pages flashed by in rapid succession, each one talking about the end of the modern age and the decline of the supremacy of oil.
"I don't know if you've made any great strides in the fields of energy since I've made this, but back in our time gasoline was the only way to go anywhere fast and cheap, so this was a bit of a problem. Luckily for my country, just the United States of America back then, this wasn't a problem as we still had vast stores of oil within our borders, which we drilled into as soon as gas prices started to go up."
He laughed hollowly. "Well, we decided to sell the surplus to the rest of the world at inflated prices, and for a while we were living large as a new economic superpower, the energy crisis had been staved off, and everything was looking up, at least until someone pointed out that we were also running out of food."
He grinned, an empty sort of grin, and gestured towards a picture of Earth that appeared next to him.
"You see, feeding fourteen billion people reliably, even with large farms, is a bit of a challenge. As food shortages became prevalent everyone asked for some sort of answer to the crisis. Well, they got it in the form of a company called 'Omega-Corp'. These guys cooked up a line of genetically-engineered crops that could grow almost anywhere, were highly nutritious, and for an added bonus sucked a ton of pollution out of the air while growing. This seemed like the miracle everyone had been waiting for. Now we had food, energy, a booming economy, everything was going great, at least for us."
He sighed and went on.
"The rest of the world wasn't doing as well, and seeing us Americans living large while they were going through an otherwise global recession made them more than a little pissed at us, however seeing as we held all the cards economically and militarily there was not much they could do about it. So the rest of the planet gritted their teeth and tightened their belts. Now jump forward five years, the world was starting to re-build, alternative energy was on the rise, the population wasn't going up as fast and food, while still expensive, wasn't nearly as much of an issue as it had been. Omega-Corp, now a corporate giant, absorbed several dozen other major companies, and had its hands in everything from agriculture to space missions."
He sighed again, taking a deep breath.
"And this is where it all went to hell in a handbasket. Omega-Corp had been contracted by the United States Air Force to put an array of satellites into orbit. They told the public that they were just communication satellites, but in reality they were a laser-based anti-missile system called Guardian. When the rest of the world found out they demanded that we take the array offline immediately. We told them to get stuffed, and as a result the United Nations -a global co-op of every major country in the world- kicked us out and started arming for war. Peace talks inevitably broke down when some lunatic got into the conference with a gun and shot up all the representatives. Both sides claimed that the other had backed it, one thing led to another and before we knew it we had World War Three on our hands."
He grinned, an animal smile, the smile of a hunter. "My dad fought in that war. It was officially known as World War Three, but I always preferred the slang name for it: the "Resource War". Because that was really what it was all about, fighting for the few resources we had left on the planet. Early in the conflict the United States annexed the two neighboring countries Canada and Mexico, forming the United States of North America; seeing as we were up against pretty much the rest of the modern world we figured we needed the extra manpower for the war. It started off small, several hostile countries fired sub-nuclear conventional ballistic missiles at us. We knocked those down with the orbital array, but the Guardian System didn't have the punch needed to destroy the launch facilities, so the Air Force's space branch decided it was time to up the ante."
"We sent a remote 'Probe Mission' to the inner asteroid belt, which according to the propaganda was to set up a metal mining colony to ease the economic strain of the war. Well that was half-true, we did want the resources, but the 'probe' consisted of nothing more than a huge set of boosters and a guidance system. They strapped all of it onto the surface of a smaller planetoid and used it to haul the whole thing back into Earth orbit, drilled about a mile down, and blew it into pieces with a handful of nukes. The resulting shrapnel took out the bulk of the hostile satellites, while the USNA constellation was protected by the Guardian array. Much of the remaining rocks fell down to Earth's surface, but enough was left in orbit that the Air Force sent up guidance systems and single-stage boosters, attached them to the remaining rocks, and used them as kinetic-strike weapons against enemy installations."
"They responded with an almost instantaneous nuclear retaliation strike, we shot every missile down but the explosions spewed radioactive material into the upper atmosphere and the prevailing winds carried it all around the world. Despite the escalation the war dragged on for five miserable years after that until both sides agreed to a cease-fire before we ripped the planet apart."
"Now if you're thinking that things would look up from here you're wrong." Capt Miller said, looking out sharply at no one in particular. "Half a decade of unrestrained warfare had made a real mess of the environment, more so than the first two World Wars combined. We undid all the advancements we'd made in the recent year: what was left of the biosphere was trashed, the forests of the planet were devastated, the oceans were suffering massive algae blooms from the chemicals spilled into them and as a result oxygen levels were going down and fish were dying all over the planet. The upper atmosphere was full of radioactive ash and dust, which cooled the planet and screwed with things even more. A lot of guerrilla warfare and covert actions had taken out major food production centers. Most of the planet was suffering, there was massive infrastructure damage and millions were starving. How in the world Omega-Corp managed to pull off what happened next I'll never know, but I'm glad of it all the same."
He glanced around, at things that were long-since gone. "Some science types convinced the suits at Omega-Corp to send a long range probe to within Mercury orbit. I think they were looking to set up some sort of close range solar harvesting array or something, but the fact is they found something out there, something that changed everything."
Miller's body vanished, replaced by a bizarre-looking sphere with a bumpy, ridged surface. Capt Miller's voice went on as he reappeared. "This is known as Ryan's particle, something previously only thought of in science fiction. I don't know how it works exactly, but the gist of is is that enough of these things together and an electrical current could be used bend and warp space-time, allowing for faster than light travel via 'tunneling wormhole theory' or something like that. However they worked they were understandably very rare, the Sun churned tons of them out via nuclear processes but only a few escaped the gravity well long enough for us to scoop them up. Omega-Corp set up a massive and costly remote mining operation to collect them, and began gathering support for setting up a permanent colony on the nearby planet Mars using the star drive as a means to quickly shuttle people to and from the other planet. Only one little snag with that plan though: the 'phase-point drive' as they called it didn't work that far into a gravity well, the conflicting gravitational forces tore the test engine apart when they tried it out that first time. So the whole plan was shelved as a failure. Since the idea of creating a martian colony was now infinitely harder public interest in space waned over the next ten years as we focused on trying to rebuild Earth."
His gaze turned grim as did his voice. "That's when we found this place. A long-range telescope spotted it, determined that it was in a stable orbit in the habitable zone, and remote spectrograph analysis indicated that it had an atmosphere that humans could survive in. When the public learned about this interest in space surged back into the forefront; the idea of a world that we wouldn't have to dump trillions of dollars into to terraform it made it hugely popular. Omega-Corp got the funds and support from the USNA to launch a massive mission to reach this new planet. The plans for the phase-point drive were dusted off, and Omega-Corp started building a starship in orbit capable of reaching this new world."
Miller's image was replaced by that of a huge gray starship. It had a cone-shaped nose, a cross-shaped stern, and a huge midsection, with a bumpy, uneven hull. Miller's voice came again.
"The USISV Javelin they called her. Not a very original name I know, but what can I say. It took them twenty years to build all two miles of her in orbit, but they pulled it off admirably. She was to be the first of five such ships, each designed to shuttle colonists off to this new planet. Since it was roughly two hundred and fifty-thousand light years away, even with the faster than light it was still a really long way to and from the planet, fifty years in-flight I think it was. They built her as a sleeper ship, they put half a million people in a self-induced coma to cut down on resource drain during the flight. I remember being chosen." his eyes misted over. "I went through three months of intensive training on what we should expect from the planet, how to cope with the stress of the alien world, a full psychological exam, the whole nine yards. Most of the first group were soldiers, engineers, psychologists, and farmers. Practical skills for setting up a far-flung colony and a life-saver based on what happened, but I'm getting ahead of myself."
"The scientists worked out that we had to be around the orbit of Neptune before we could safely fire the main engines, so those of us that were still awake had plenty of time to listen to the broadcasts of Earth on the voyage out. Back home things were going downhill fast. The international community was outraged that the USNA was 'claiming an entire planet' as they called the mission. Tensions were mounting, especially with our old enemies from the Resource War. We went under and engaged the drive before we could learn if anything had come of it. I wonder if there'll be a relief ship sometime in the future, I wonder if we should have gone back then; the ship was carrying a state-of-the-art laser system for shooting down asteroids and a good chunk of military personnel and equipment. If something had happened we could have made a difference."
He sighed, and looked down. Lines appeared on his face, and for a second he looked very, very old.
"Well, whatever happened on Earth next it was out of our hands, we spent the next fifty years in hibernation on the flight out. When we woke up the ship was on its way in towards the planet and we were far beyond the reach of Earth one way or another."
He looked back up.
"And that's when the nightmare really got started."