09-24-2016, 04:36 PM
The bio-weapon stalked forward on scaled paws. Slowly and methodically it crawled across the underside of the imperial vessel. The drums pounded, they echoed in its core. An urge, a calling that it could not resist, though it might try with every fiber of its being. But it did not try, it relished in the drums, the call of the hunt, the prey drew nearer. A short distance away, three of the islands inhabitants were patrolling the waters. The cinnabar islanders had been dealing with the Empire for too long not to be suspicious, and the jelly-fish Pokémon was watching for any would-be pursuers while the two seahorse pokemon scoured the area ahead with a stern gaze. They were heading in the direction the diplomat's vessel, but were moving slowly to ensure no surprises from any of the other vessels. That was their first and last mistake.
With an almost lazy motion, the bio-weapon released its hold on the timbers of the boat, twisting lazily in the water as it sank the distance to the ocean's floor. With a dull thump it landed on all fours, a cloud of murky sand billowing outwards from its impact. There was a rippling effect, as the bio-weapon's scales shimmered, changing from the dark brown wood of the boat, to a softer yellow-green of the sand beneath its paws. The two Pokémon continued their patrol, drawing ever nearer to the Imperial vessel. If it had stopped to care, the bio-weapon would have appreciated the patrol's deployment. The rearguard kept the flank secure from ambush, while the rest of the patrol scoured the area in front of them. Against most attacks, the formation would make it impossible to remain undetected. However, this was unlike most attacks.
The bio-weapon prowled forward, patches of camouflaged fur rippling in the ocean's current. The Patrol continued to draw closer, still unaware of the danger. With a coiling of powerful muscles, the bio-weapon leapt, crossing the remaining gap and landing on the ocean floor directly below the patrol. One of the Seadryas looked down in surprise at the unexpected cloud of dust, but by the time he caught sight of the bio-weapon it was too late. As the bio-weapon's camouflage drained away, it opened its beaked mouth, and released a sudden jolt of electricity, which shot forth, spreading through the water at appropriately lightning speeds. The Water-type Pokemon didn't even get a chance to raise the alarm.
The Sage sat up, his brain a frazzled mess of disconjointed thoughts. There was something wrong with him, something wrong in his brain. He was sure of it. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he became aware of his surroundings. The debris-laden alley he found himself in did nothing to simplify his confusion. The midday sun poured its harsh light onto one of the walls besides him, shining onto the plaster. The Sage put a hand to his head, attempting to quell the thundering tempest inside. Had he spent too long in the tavern again? He couldn’t recall any of the events that had led him to his current place, and only vaguely remembered where he was. Slowly, he shifted his weight, and got his feet underneath him. Groggily, he shambled his way out of the alley.
He remembered being on the island, he even recalled that he had been looking for something, but for the life of him he had no idea what he had been looking for. He stepped into the street proper, looking around in a vain attempt to get some sort of bearings. The myriad lifeforms of Cinnabar passed him by, glancing at him worriedly but making no directly hostile actions. The Sage glanced skyward, rubbing his temple with one hand, trying to recall the events that had placed him in that alley. The systematic stomping of a collection of boots drew his attention to one end of the road, as a squadron of Imperial stormtroopers rounded the corner. They processed down the street in a very collected group, the man at the center clearly an imperial official of some nature. The Sage watched them approach, deciding whether hiding or remaining in the open would be the wiser course of action to avoid detection. Before he had reached a decision however, the official held up a hand and the procession halted in place. The well-dressed official pointed a hand towards the Sage and spoke in a very public address.
"Well well, It is not often we run into other humans on this island! Come over here will you, I am curious to hear your story!" the man said with a jovial smile.
With an almost lazy motion, the bio-weapon released its hold on the timbers of the boat, twisting lazily in the water as it sank the distance to the ocean's floor. With a dull thump it landed on all fours, a cloud of murky sand billowing outwards from its impact. There was a rippling effect, as the bio-weapon's scales shimmered, changing from the dark brown wood of the boat, to a softer yellow-green of the sand beneath its paws. The two Pokémon continued their patrol, drawing ever nearer to the Imperial vessel. If it had stopped to care, the bio-weapon would have appreciated the patrol's deployment. The rearguard kept the flank secure from ambush, while the rest of the patrol scoured the area in front of them. Against most attacks, the formation would make it impossible to remain undetected. However, this was unlike most attacks.
The bio-weapon prowled forward, patches of camouflaged fur rippling in the ocean's current. The Patrol continued to draw closer, still unaware of the danger. With a coiling of powerful muscles, the bio-weapon leapt, crossing the remaining gap and landing on the ocean floor directly below the patrol. One of the Seadryas looked down in surprise at the unexpected cloud of dust, but by the time he caught sight of the bio-weapon it was too late. As the bio-weapon's camouflage drained away, it opened its beaked mouth, and released a sudden jolt of electricity, which shot forth, spreading through the water at appropriately lightning speeds. The Water-type Pokemon didn't even get a chance to raise the alarm.
The Sage sat up, his brain a frazzled mess of disconjointed thoughts. There was something wrong with him, something wrong in his brain. He was sure of it. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he became aware of his surroundings. The debris-laden alley he found himself in did nothing to simplify his confusion. The midday sun poured its harsh light onto one of the walls besides him, shining onto the plaster. The Sage put a hand to his head, attempting to quell the thundering tempest inside. Had he spent too long in the tavern again? He couldn’t recall any of the events that had led him to his current place, and only vaguely remembered where he was. Slowly, he shifted his weight, and got his feet underneath him. Groggily, he shambled his way out of the alley.
He remembered being on the island, he even recalled that he had been looking for something, but for the life of him he had no idea what he had been looking for. He stepped into the street proper, looking around in a vain attempt to get some sort of bearings. The myriad lifeforms of Cinnabar passed him by, glancing at him worriedly but making no directly hostile actions. The Sage glanced skyward, rubbing his temple with one hand, trying to recall the events that had placed him in that alley. The systematic stomping of a collection of boots drew his attention to one end of the road, as a squadron of Imperial stormtroopers rounded the corner. They processed down the street in a very collected group, the man at the center clearly an imperial official of some nature. The Sage watched them approach, deciding whether hiding or remaining in the open would be the wiser course of action to avoid detection. Before he had reached a decision however, the official held up a hand and the procession halted in place. The well-dressed official pointed a hand towards the Sage and spoke in a very public address.
"Well well, It is not often we run into other humans on this island! Come over here will you, I am curious to hear your story!" the man said with a jovial smile.
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