Kei Posted September 22, 2009 Share Posted September 22, 2009 [color=darkblue][size=1][center][b]Chapter 1: Dawn to Dusk[/b][/center] The march had been hard. The troops had plodded over the hilly terrain of central Johto for the past few days. It would have been easier to use the Fly Catchers, the cage-like apparatuses used to haul supplies over long distance by the flying Pokémon of the squadron, but stealth was the primary objective of this part of the mission. Complete surprise was what they needed on their side at the moment. It allowed for no opportunity for resistance. Despite their need for secrecy, it was not a simple task to move the mass of troops covertly through the countryside without gaining some form of attention. Their Leader had suggested sticking to the forests of the area, using the natural cover to aid them along. Of course, it wasn't as if it was completely unknown to the group; Ilex Forest presented much of the same terrain. And besides, a bug is always at home in the sun-dappled world of the woodland. They had already picked their way through most of the underbrush with scent as their only form of communication. The Beedrill and Heracross that provided constant sentry responded quickly to the commands and the troops would follow their lead. But the forest was thinning now and the march would soon have to continue in the open. Fortunately, they were close enough to their target and at an advantage of being downhill, so their advance would still continue on mostly under cover. As the sun started to shine more strongly through the trees, the Beedrill suddenly landed and the Heracross stood smartly at attention; a halt had been called. The troops were a flurry of black as they fell into ranks, standing rigidly. Soon, the lone drone of a large Heracross filled the air as it started to hover near the front of the congregation. The bits of sunlight glinted off its polished black carapace as it silently scanned over the troops with a gaze that belied its nature. There was something about the beetle that made everyone in its path take pause. Perhaps it was its somewhat impressive stature or the fact that it was Bugsy's prized Pokémon; no one really knew which. But what made it the center of attention now was the young man perched on its back. His curly strawberry pink hair fluttered out from beneath his pith helmet, both colors contrasting sharply with his own uniform. His forest green eyes looked over his troops much in the way his Heracross did, the two of them sharing their own personal hive mind. After a long moment, he smiled pleasantly. [b]"We've nearly arrived, everyone,"[/b] he said, his soft-spoken manner coming across plainly, yet making himself loud enough to be heard over the droning. [b]"Very shortly, once we crest the far hill, Ecruteak City will be in sight. That, as you all know, is what is believed to be the future central point of resistance against the new government."[/b] He gazed over the troops again, noticing some members shifting and breathing slightly uneasily. Bugsy smiled again. [b]"Some of you are nervous, since we'll be seeing actual combat. I can understand that. This is my first large-scale operation, too. But I know that others of you are nervous because of our city's former relationship with Ecruteak."[/b] He paused, a distant memory flashing across his eyes. He blinked and then continued. [b]"Well, times have changed. Friends become enemies. And our enemies must be dealt with swiftly. For the good of the nation."[/b] The steely gaze that came over the boy's features at those words made everyone, human and Pokémon, stand a little straighter. Their leader was young, but his uncanny ability for strategy and the moments like these, where his stature belied his age, made him respected by not only the people that stood before him, but many of the other Leaders in the League. Bugsy looked up toward the sky, taking note that twilight wouldn't be too far off. He nodded in approval to himself and looked back at the waiting mass. [b]"For now, we will camp. You know procedure. Rest up. We march on Ecruteak at the break of dawn."[/b] The Heracross lowered its master back to the ground, releasing the scent that was associated with dismissal. As the Pokémon made for the trees and the rest of the troops broke to find resting places for the evening, Bugsy walked to the edge of the forest, gazing toward the hill. [b]"It's somewhat ironic I'd be fighting a ghost from the past, don't you think?"[/b] he asked absent-mindedly of the beetle that stood behind him. It gave him a little nudge with its horn, a sign of concern. [b]"No, I'm not scared,"[/b] Bugsy responded as he rubbed the butterfly tip lightly. [b]"We chose our own paths, Morty and I. He chose the wrong one. And now he has to be punished for it. That's all it is."[/b] The Heracross looked contemplative for a moment and then nodded before giving Bugsy a tap on the shoulder. [b]"Oh, don't worry. I won't have any problems doing what I have to do."[/b][/color][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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