Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
They came without warning. In an instant, everything we thought we knew about them changed. Only one thing is for sure... things will never be the same again...
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5:18am: Mauville police recieve a distress call - an unknown assailant has entered the estate of the richest and most famous family of Mauville, the Winstrates. The family is being held hostage. Police call into action.
5:27am: Numerous police vehicles and a SWAT team arrive at the estate, surrounding it. No signs of hostilities
5:28am: Ambush! Police come under heavy fire from... hyperbeams? Swirling dust picks up, making targeting of unknown assailants nearly impossible.
5:30am: Fighting concludes. Every police vehicle has been burnt out or torn apart. Human bodies in uniform lay incapacitated lining the estate.
5:38am: Green specks can be seen in the air above Mauville, approaching from the northeast. The number able to be counted only seems to grow.
5:42am: The city is surrounded! A practical swarm of Flygons fill the skies, disposing with ease of the Gym Leader, Wattson, and the remaining police and resistance. Pandemonium fills the streets
5:43am: Contact with Mauville from the rest of Hoenn has been severed. All is feared lost.
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Roughly 4 hours later, in a dark, secluded conference room, Steven, the leader of the Hoenn Government, meets with the emaining elite four. He is in shock of what just took place, as well as the fact that his own family was caught up in the event... he hasn't heard from them since.
"Well, I'm sure you are all aware of what happened this morning." Steven announced. "The entire city of Mauville has been captured... by Pokemon."
"Not just any Pokemon..." Glacia added. "The attack force seemed to be comprised almost exclusively of Flygons."
"How could this have happened?"
"Why didn't we know?"
"What could we have done?"
There was a pause, and suddenly everyone in the room seemed to be turned toward Drake, who was being as quiet as he could. While he already knew the question, Steven spoke to make it official.
"Well, Drake, you know the most about Flygons out of all of us. Why don't you give us your thoughts."
The older man sighed, shaking his head. "Flygons are amazing, intelligent creatures. My two have shown many times their curiosity and lust for learning, as well as an independence of thought. In addition, the Hoenn Desert remains one of the most elusive, least-explored regions of Hoenn. It's quite possible they had their own society hidden deep within the desert, right under our noses."
Steven groaned, pounding his fist against the table. "So what can we do now? It's too late to wonder what could have been. We have a situation on our hands. This is far worse than letting those two criminal groups, Aqua and Magma, run amok."
Sidney grunted. "Well it's obvious! We need to go in and crush this resistance, to put these beasts back in their place. This is our world, and there is no room for compromise on that fact."
"Are you crazy?" Phoebe yapped back. "Just think of how many lives that would be lost, on both sides! We need to know their plans and know what's happening in Mauville. I propose an intelligence mission, to return communications to Mauville.
"Sidney's right about one thing." Glacia responded. "This is about our species, our way of life. We cannot afford to waste any time in preparing and mobilizing our forces. But we need to be focused on preventing the savages from spreading. Keep them contained to Mauville, and slowly march in on all sides. We can't afford to let any of the other cities share the same fate."
"Perhaps, or perhaps domination is not their primary objective." Drake responded. "In either event, we need to produce a dialog, talk with the Flygons, see what they want with us. At the very least, we can stall until we are better prepared."
"All very good suggestions, and all very much needed." Steven finally decided. "Sidney and Glacia, gather and prepare our forces. Glacia will lead the defense efforts in Slateport, Lilycove, and Lavaridge, while Sidney will prepare a strike force to be launched at Mauville when the time comes. Phoebe and Drake, you'll be in charge of our communications and intelligence - Drake our overt and Phoebe our covert operations. Now go, assemble your teams. We don't have any time to waste." The meeting concluded, and the 5 individuals went off to begin their plans.
As soon as he returned to his own area, Sidney began with a conference call. "Archie, Maxie, I have a proposal that might perk your interest..."
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Meanwhile, in Mauville, tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people littered the streets, a far cry from just hours ago. Nestled amongst the populace were thousands of Flygons as well. Thousands more Flygons sat on the various city buildings, or continued to swarm through the air, watching from above. At the apex, a large Flygon, standing atop the former Pokemon Gym and donned in iron armor plating, roared out to the public, oddly enough speaking in English. While humans could not speak or understand the Flygons' native language, the converse was not true, and in fact most of the attacking force knew some English.
"Welcome, peoples of Mauville," the Flygon spoke. "I am governor Tarenko Shadiya, leader of these expeditionary forces. I first wish to assure you that we mean no harm to anyone who does not fight back."
"Today marks a turning point in the relations between humans and Flygons. Until now, we have lived mostly separate lives. A few humans have come into the desert and found themselves living in our world, and a few Flygons find themselves living in your world. In neither case were either looked on as equals, however. This is what is to change today. From now on, we will be one combined Mauville, and soon, one combines Hoenn, with equal rights for everyone of each species. This is why we will be living amongst you for the time being. We will teach you about our culture and eagerly learn about yours, in the hopes that soon, we will all come to a general understanding. Until such a time, however, we will be requiring that everyone stays put and is willing to keep an open mind."
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Background:
Deep within the sweltering heat and swirling sands of the Hoenn Desert lives a nation of Flygons. While their technology is not as advanced as that of the humans outside the desert, their civilization is quite impressive, complete with buildings made of concrete and glass, an efficient government, and self-sustaining infrastructure based upon Sandshrew farming. For centuries, Flygons have patrolled the desert, keeping humans from discovering their secrets, earning the nickname, "The Spirit of the Desert". Their society has become the objects of myth, a 'mirage' of sorts. But now, with human technology racing ahead to dangerous levels, as well as the Flygons' own societal growth running low on space to expand to, the Flygons see their status quo as threatened. They suspect that it won't be long before humans finally do break through their defenses and capture their society, enslaving them all to a life of servitude, or eliminate them completely. Thus, a long-held plan was restored - a preemptive strike designed to display their own strength through a surprise attack, from which they could 'sue' for piece and integrate into human society as opposed to the alternative. They decided that they needed to fight on their own terms, rather than wait for the inevitable. And so, the events above were set into motion. Where do you place in this new world?
Rules:
Please try to write each post as a clear thought with description - no one-liners.
Try to keep things realistic - no god-modding, no mary sues
You may have as many characters as you like, as long as you can handle them.
Sign up sheet:
Name:
Species: (Human or Flygon mostly, unless you want to be a trained or pet pokemon to a human)
Age: (treat Flygon ages as similar to human ages in terms of development - natural evolution around 5 and around 15 years old)
Group/Occupation: (Civilian, Flygon, Trainer, Military, Police, Aqua, Magma, etc.)
Hometown: (most of the events will be centered around Mauville, but the surrounding communities, such as Slateport, Verdanturf, and Lavaridge, even perhaps Lilycove, would be worried that they could be next, and may come into play.
Quick Bio: (if owning pokemon, please include which ones)
Characters accepted:
Humans
Artemis (DarkAura)
Neil Trevor (Blastoise Fortooate)
Tokine Yukimaru (DarkAura)
Alan Hammond (Lili)
Flygons (and kin)
Nischwal Nait(Blastoise Fortooate)
Zero (BlackTitress)
~ reserve ~ (Lili)
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Well, I finally was dissatisfied with the current RPs, and broke down and made this one. If anyone would like to co-DM, please let me know. I would be happy to have any help I can get.
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5:18am: Mauville police recieve a distress call - an unknown assailant has entered the estate of the richest and most famous family of Mauville, the Winstrates. The family is being held hostage. Police call into action.
5:27am: Numerous police vehicles and a SWAT team arrive at the estate, surrounding it. No signs of hostilities
5:28am: Ambush! Police come under heavy fire from... hyperbeams? Swirling dust picks up, making targeting of unknown assailants nearly impossible.
5:30am: Fighting concludes. Every police vehicle has been burnt out or torn apart. Human bodies in uniform lay incapacitated lining the estate.
5:38am: Green specks can be seen in the air above Mauville, approaching from the northeast. The number able to be counted only seems to grow.
5:42am: The city is surrounded! A practical swarm of Flygons fill the skies, disposing with ease of the Gym Leader, Wattson, and the remaining police and resistance. Pandemonium fills the streets
5:43am: Contact with Mauville from the rest of Hoenn has been severed. All is feared lost.
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Roughly 4 hours later, in a dark, secluded conference room, Steven, the leader of the Hoenn Government, meets with the emaining elite four. He is in shock of what just took place, as well as the fact that his own family was caught up in the event... he hasn't heard from them since.
"Well, I'm sure you are all aware of what happened this morning." Steven announced. "The entire city of Mauville has been captured... by Pokemon."
"Not just any Pokemon..." Glacia added. "The attack force seemed to be comprised almost exclusively of Flygons."
"How could this have happened?"
"Why didn't we know?"
"What could we have done?"
There was a pause, and suddenly everyone in the room seemed to be turned toward Drake, who was being as quiet as he could. While he already knew the question, Steven spoke to make it official.
"Well, Drake, you know the most about Flygons out of all of us. Why don't you give us your thoughts."
The older man sighed, shaking his head. "Flygons are amazing, intelligent creatures. My two have shown many times their curiosity and lust for learning, as well as an independence of thought. In addition, the Hoenn Desert remains one of the most elusive, least-explored regions of Hoenn. It's quite possible they had their own society hidden deep within the desert, right under our noses."
Steven groaned, pounding his fist against the table. "So what can we do now? It's too late to wonder what could have been. We have a situation on our hands. This is far worse than letting those two criminal groups, Aqua and Magma, run amok."
Sidney grunted. "Well it's obvious! We need to go in and crush this resistance, to put these beasts back in their place. This is our world, and there is no room for compromise on that fact."
"Are you crazy?" Phoebe yapped back. "Just think of how many lives that would be lost, on both sides! We need to know their plans and know what's happening in Mauville. I propose an intelligence mission, to return communications to Mauville.
"Sidney's right about one thing." Glacia responded. "This is about our species, our way of life. We cannot afford to waste any time in preparing and mobilizing our forces. But we need to be focused on preventing the savages from spreading. Keep them contained to Mauville, and slowly march in on all sides. We can't afford to let any of the other cities share the same fate."
"Perhaps, or perhaps domination is not their primary objective." Drake responded. "In either event, we need to produce a dialog, talk with the Flygons, see what they want with us. At the very least, we can stall until we are better prepared."
"All very good suggestions, and all very much needed." Steven finally decided. "Sidney and Glacia, gather and prepare our forces. Glacia will lead the defense efforts in Slateport, Lilycove, and Lavaridge, while Sidney will prepare a strike force to be launched at Mauville when the time comes. Phoebe and Drake, you'll be in charge of our communications and intelligence - Drake our overt and Phoebe our covert operations. Now go, assemble your teams. We don't have any time to waste." The meeting concluded, and the 5 individuals went off to begin their plans.
As soon as he returned to his own area, Sidney began with a conference call. "Archie, Maxie, I have a proposal that might perk your interest..."
--------
Meanwhile, in Mauville, tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people littered the streets, a far cry from just hours ago. Nestled amongst the populace were thousands of Flygons as well. Thousands more Flygons sat on the various city buildings, or continued to swarm through the air, watching from above. At the apex, a large Flygon, standing atop the former Pokemon Gym and donned in iron armor plating, roared out to the public, oddly enough speaking in English. While humans could not speak or understand the Flygons' native language, the converse was not true, and in fact most of the attacking force knew some English.
"Welcome, peoples of Mauville," the Flygon spoke. "I am governor Tarenko Shadiya, leader of these expeditionary forces. I first wish to assure you that we mean no harm to anyone who does not fight back."
"Today marks a turning point in the relations between humans and Flygons. Until now, we have lived mostly separate lives. A few humans have come into the desert and found themselves living in our world, and a few Flygons find themselves living in your world. In neither case were either looked on as equals, however. This is what is to change today. From now on, we will be one combined Mauville, and soon, one combines Hoenn, with equal rights for everyone of each species. This is why we will be living amongst you for the time being. We will teach you about our culture and eagerly learn about yours, in the hopes that soon, we will all come to a general understanding. Until such a time, however, we will be requiring that everyone stays put and is willing to keep an open mind."
--------
Background:
Deep within the sweltering heat and swirling sands of the Hoenn Desert lives a nation of Flygons. While their technology is not as advanced as that of the humans outside the desert, their civilization is quite impressive, complete with buildings made of concrete and glass, an efficient government, and self-sustaining infrastructure based upon Sandshrew farming. For centuries, Flygons have patrolled the desert, keeping humans from discovering their secrets, earning the nickname, "The Spirit of the Desert". Their society has become the objects of myth, a 'mirage' of sorts. But now, with human technology racing ahead to dangerous levels, as well as the Flygons' own societal growth running low on space to expand to, the Flygons see their status quo as threatened. They suspect that it won't be long before humans finally do break through their defenses and capture their society, enslaving them all to a life of servitude, or eliminate them completely. Thus, a long-held plan was restored - a preemptive strike designed to display their own strength through a surprise attack, from which they could 'sue' for piece and integrate into human society as opposed to the alternative. They decided that they needed to fight on their own terms, rather than wait for the inevitable. And so, the events above were set into motion. Where do you place in this new world?
Rules:
Please try to write each post as a clear thought with description - no one-liners.
Try to keep things realistic - no god-modding, no mary sues
You may have as many characters as you like, as long as you can handle them.
Sign up sheet:
Name:
Species: (Human or Flygon mostly, unless you want to be a trained or pet pokemon to a human)
Age: (treat Flygon ages as similar to human ages in terms of development - natural evolution around 5 and around 15 years old)
Group/Occupation: (Civilian, Flygon, Trainer, Military, Police, Aqua, Magma, etc.)
Hometown: (most of the events will be centered around Mauville, but the surrounding communities, such as Slateport, Verdanturf, and Lavaridge, even perhaps Lilycove, would be worried that they could be next, and may come into play.
Quick Bio: (if owning pokemon, please include which ones)
Characters accepted:
Humans
Artemis (DarkAura)
Neil Trevor (Blastoise Fortooate)
Tokine Yukimaru (DarkAura)
Alan Hammond (Lili)
Flygons (and kin)
Nischwal Nait(Blastoise Fortooate)
Zero (BlackTitress)
~ reserve ~ (Lili)
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Well, I finally was dissatisfied with the current RPs, and broke down and made this one. If anyone would like to co-DM, please let me know. I would be happy to have any help I can get.
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