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In Progress Malice

Zantetsuken

*Insert witty remark here*
Chapter One:
It was a quiet sunny mid-afternoon on Piano Planes, which was usually it's atmosphere. Birds flew by, the sparce amount of trees swayed slowly by slight breezes of wind, and all was peaceful.
Peaceful, until a voice broke out from a grassy hill, breaking the silence. A 17 year old teenaged boy wearing a black jacket, a brown undershirt and black pants that flared out at his ankles paced in front of a row of 10 people, varying height and gender, dressed identically in purple uniforms.
"Zan, we're out." A short female stood out in front of the other 9.
"Aw, come on! Why?!" The tennager whined.
Zan, an officer for Team Oshi, continued to pace back and forth, the sheathe of his broadsword hit his leg as he took each step.
"To be honest, our food supply has dwindled to next to nothing, we've got no where to live since Team Snipe raided our Headquarters and destroyed our home, and you seem to care more about that annoying creature of yours than your units!" The short female continued, her face turning pink from anger and lack of breath.
Zan then stopped pacing and stared at the female. "That 'annoying creature' is a pokemon, and it's name is Rotom. I told you all that when you first signed up as Soldiers for our team!" Zan said in a dark, low voice. As he finished speaking, a strange creaute with a spike atop of it's round body, a smaller spike below it's body, and blue lightning bolts for arms appeared from behind Zan and began to circle Zan with a big cheeky grin.
As the pokmon Rotm circled Zan, he was digging in his front pockets of his black pants for a minute of two, while the soldiers gave him strange looks. As Zan's hand emerged from his pocket, they noticed that he held a small cylindrical generator which had a spinnable axel sticking out from one of the flat sides.
"What is that? It looks old and... Completely useless..." The female said, with a disgusted look on her face.
"This is a small motor. You attach certain cables to two tabs that sends electricity to start the motor, and the axel spins at incredible speeds. All of this is covered by the pale yellow cylider you see now. Those tabs, however, broke off, so I just keep it for Rotom, because he can possess machinery that is powered by motors." Zan smiled while Rotom stared at the motor, trying to contain it's excitement, yet it had a small grin on it's face. Zan flicked the motor up in the air, and Rotom let out a high-pitched cry that signalled the sudden burst of excitement. The pokemon raced up and touched the axel of the motor, then began to slip inside the miniture generator through the axel. As a result, the pale yellow casing turned orange, and Rotom's small face appeared on the flat end of the cylinder, opposite to the spinning axel. His blue lightning bolts had turned a dark grey, and had transformed into triangles, where the point of the triangles began at the body. Rotom, after repeating it's name many times with excitement, began to float around Zan's head in circles.
After a moment of silence, a tall muscular soldier stood up and spoke in a deep voice. "We quit. It's final. Is there any special paperwork invo-"
"You are free to leave as you wish." Zan interupted. "Many seem to wish to leave, but I'm not going to cage them up like birds. But be warned, leaving may be easy, but returning with be difficult, are you sure?" he warned with a stern look apon his face. All of the soldiers nodded in unison, then stomped down the hill in an unpostured walking style. Zan was staring out the opposite end of the hill.
The blue sky was void of any clouds, and the birds seemed to stop flying by as Zan began to talk with the soldiers. As he stared out at the sparce sky, Rotom snuck out of his point of view, slowly lowered itself towards Zan's neck, and then sent a small jolt of electricity to his skin. His reaction was nothing short of comical to Rotom, as he yelped in pain, then began jumping around in random directions. When Zan stopped whining about the pain, he lunged towards the floating possessed generator, snatched it, then landed on his stomach with Rotom in his palm. He began to shake the pokemon, which let out a small, weak cry when it felt dizzy. He then let it go, and Rotom flew out of the generator, which hit the ground with a dull thud, which Zan snatched and dropped in his pocket.
After the commotion and excitement dulled, Zan sat upright at watched the sky again. It was slowly turning into a rich orange. "... What was the point of making Team Oshi, Rotom? Our officers are nothing short from extrodinary, and we did have plenty of soldiers at the time, but we should of found a building or two to call our headquarters first..." He began to monolouge to the small orange pokemon, even though he knew it would not respone any time soon in a language he would understand. "Team Snipe were getting on my nerves... Big bunch of bullies they were... All they did was terrorize us. So when we stood up to them... They attacked. We lost no one, but we lost our home... That's when me and a few friends of mine made the Team. To get revenge from Team Snipe and make sure they were not the ones who gains control over our lovely reigon of Xandau..." His voice softened as he spoke, and when he finished, he did so with a gentle smile.
"Zan, who are you talking to?" A deep voice came from behind him. Zan spun around, and Glade stood there with his Great Sword drawn. "I came to tell you that Axis wants to claim a Snipe outpost to use as a Headquarters. He wants you to attend."
"'Bout fricken time!" Zan's gentle smile grew to a large one, which matched that of his pokemon's. As Zan got up and left, Glade began to brief the situation that Axis had told him.
"Snipe had just built this outpost, and there aren't many units or Officers there. Axis has been spying on them since they started construction, and since the builders left, and they are planning to move in in a week. If we don't raid them now, we will have to fight off plenty of units..."
This is way too easy, Zan thought. Sure, Team Snipe are known for acting without giving any thought, but this is pure stupidity. Maybe winning this fight will earn the respect of some of our lost soldiers... With those thoughts running through his mind, Rotom levitating happily behind him, and Glade striding to keep up with Zan, all three knew that this was the beginning of their long-saught place in this war.
 
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