The world of Pokemon was vast. Many races exist in it. There were warriors, spellcasters, thieves, technological marvels, ancient beings, but to name a few of the beings that existed in the wondrous world of Pokemon. Some Pokemon could say they knew everything about the inhabitants of the world. Some would admit that they didn’t. Everyone could agree, however, that the world was a dangerous place. There were many things that could bring about a Pokemon’s death in this world, most notable of all being that the world was covered in a thick, endless fog. Nobody knew why, but it was a commonly accepted fact; the apocalypse of the world would be not through pestilence or famine, but through the presence of thick clouds that refused to leave the ground. The most unusual part about the world-enveloping fog was that there existed a single place that escaped the great cloud. This place was a city, and it was known by many names. Some called it the Dreamer’s Eye. To most, however, it was known as Andalusst. Many Pokemon, wandering aimlessly through the fog, would end up in this one city. Nobody knew why, but sadly it was so.
Outside of the bustling city of Andalusst, no less than a mile away from the border of the great fog, a trio of Pokemon had set up a small camp for themselves, having decided earlier that the city was much too overcrowded to attempt to find a place to stay. Their campsite consisted of a slightly inclined hill that featured a rock formation with an overhanging outcropping, perfect for taking shelter from any rainstorms that might pass through. There were two triangular-framed tents pitched a short distance from this outcropping, one red and one yellow. The two were at an angle to each other, the entrance to both facing a small circle of stones that marked a recently-made fire pit. Underneath the rock shelf was a few minor supplies, mainly for cooking and grooming during a bout of traveling.
Resting beneath the rock shelf was a Charizard. This creature, known for its dragonic nature, was covered from head to toe with bright orange scales, with a creamy color covering its underbelly from the chest all the way to the tip of its long, fire-tipped tail. It was at least five feet tall, if not longer. It had a long snout and neck, small bright red eyes, and two horns protruding from the back of its head, also a scaly orange. Sprouting from its back was two wings with orange coloring, save for the teal undersides. Its arms were short and skinny, and its claws consisted of three fingers with very sharp claws. Its legs were shorter, but comparatively larger with three-toed feet, each one bearing a claw. The fiery dragon wore a leather harness around his chest, on the back of which was a saddle fit for riding comfortably and with speed. As many as three Pokemon could sit comfortably in the Charizard’s saddle. As the sun was rising over the land and bringing light to the world, the Charizard was awoken and lifted its head. It gave a drawn out yawn before smacking its dragonic mouth and turning its attention to the two tents. “Mithora. Layron.” He said. “Are you two awake yet?”
A Helioptile poked his head out of the yellow tent. The little creature, at least three times smaller than the Charizard, was very much akin to a lizard. It had a tapering tail, short legs, and small feet with three pointed toes on each foot. Its entire body was pale yellow, save for the black skin on the end of his tail and in each of his feet. the top of its large head was black as well, save for the small triangular patch between its large eyes. On either side of its head was a long, black frill with a light yellow tip. Usually they were scrunched up and dangling freely, but right now they were stiffened and unfolded. The lizard wore a pair of goggles over its eyes, the left half of which was larger and looked more 'technological', and a wrench in its paws . “By gordes, Eren! Don’t scare me like that!” The Helioptile demanded, moving his goggles onto his forehead. “I nearly ripped my new automaton’s arm clean off!”
The Charizard, Eren as his friends called him, chuckled. "Sorry, Layron." Eren replied, feeling somewhat amused, as bad of him as it was. Gathering his strength, the Charizard picked himself up and walked over to the red tent. Eren poked his head inside, looking for the remaining member of their trio, only to find that they were missing.
Peculier. Most peculiar indeed! "If you're wondering about Mithora," Layron told Eren, having calmed down enough for his frills to relax, and having noted that the Charizard was checking the other tent "then she left to find a friend she met and bring her over for breakfast."
His questions answered, Eren relaxed and leaned himself on the rock shelf. "Heh. Are you sure it isn't a Zorua disguising themselves as her?" Eren asked sarcastically, chuckling lightly. He let a puff of smoke out of his nostrils, and flicked the cloud a bit with one of his claws. It was a common thing for him to do; he sometimes even was able to make little pictures out of the smoke. Using his claws, he made a little silhouetto of a Fennekin, the Pokemon race that Mithora belonged to. Pleased, he said "Sometimes I worry about that girl. She can make friends when she wants to, but when she doesn't..." Eren took a swipe at the smoke Fennekin and dissipated the cloud with one motion "... she usually ends up making enemies. Even in the Freedom Guard, she managed to make enemies. Part of it was that she's a former marauder, but it mostly came from her personality."
"Aaaw, c'mon Eren." Layron said, giving his favorite wrench a twirl in his paw. "You and I had some enemies, don't'cha'kno? It's all part of the pie of life. It tastes good but can slam ya in the face!"
Eren sighed; it was typical of Layron to come up with silly sayings like that. "I can understand my colleagues disliking me - I was barely any help during Sky Pirate raids - but as for yourself... I think you weirded Pokemon out too much to make enemies. Mithora, however..."
"I'm back guys!" A voice called. Eren and Layron looked to see the very Fennekin they had been discussing. Mithora, followed by a rather unique looking Mawile, climbed the small hill and joined the two of them. Mithora was quadruped and fox-like in nature and was covered in pale yellow, scruffy fur extending past her haunches. She also had bright orange fur covering the inside of her large ears as well as the tip of her long tail, as well as white fur around the muzzle and on the crest of her fluffy chest. She also had slim legs with small paws and a pointed red nose on the tip of its muzzle. Unlike her friends, however, she was not wearing any accessories to speak of. "We have guests. This is Phyllis." Mithora declared, introducing the Mawile.
Phyllis was like any other Mawile of her race, being bipedal with a pale yellow body, black arms, and black feet. Her legs were covered with thick, fur-like coverings that almost resembled a dress, in a way. Most of all, she had the distinct pair of gigantic back jaws protruding from the back of its head, bearing a light yellow spot on its top surface and possessing very sharp teeth - as surprising as it would be to some, she and the rest of her race could actually control this gigantic maw. The top of Phyllis’ head was black and, similar to Layron, she had two black extensions on either side of her head, however they weren’t scrunched up like the Helioptile’s. Phyllis bowed respectfully to Layron and Eren. “It’s wonderful to meet you both.” She said.
“So this is the girl you were talking about, eh?” Layron asked, gazing cautiously at the Mawile. “She seems like the kind’o’Poke who would be nice at parties.”
“Why don’t you just go back to building your robot, and I’ll start cooking us up some sausages.” Layron nodded and rushed back into his tent. Smirking, Mithora went over to their meager pile of supplies and dug out some of the remains of the food that Eren had hunted the other day, kept fresh thanks to some cooling items that Layron had come up with. She also retrieved a frying pan and a bit of firewood. Lastly, she got out some cooking oil that she managed to buy in town to make cooking the sausages easier. Lighting the firewood was easy enough for Mithora, given her Fire typing. The sausages cooked quickly and gave off a very delicious aroma. While the food cooked, Mithora retrieved a small rock for Phyllis to sit on while she ate, which she retrieved with a little help from her miniscule psychic power. By the time Phyllis was seated, the sausages were well cooked. Mithora served one to herself and, asking how many she wanted, served two to Phyllis. Two remained for Layron when he came out for breakfast; Eren would have to retrieve his own breakfast from the wild.
“Thank you very much for offering this to me.” Phyllis said as she and Mithora began eating. “It’s certainly not very often I get invited over to a campsite on such a pleasant day for breakfast.”
“Oh, please. Pleasure’s all mine.” Mithora replied, a hint of a smile showing up on her face. It wasn’t very often that she smiled, but when she did it was very sincere. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t offer you any more. You could have at least one more sausage if you wanted.”
“I couldn’t accept that; your Helioptile friend hasn’t eaten yet.” Phyllis glanced at the yellow tent, from which an infrequent sound of metal objects clanging could be heard. “Speaking of which, is he going to come out? His breakfast might be getting cold.”
“Pah. The fool’s working on his blasted automaton… stuff.” Given that she was eating with a guest, whom she had only very recently met, Mithora resisted the urge to curse. “It’s all he’s been doing for the past week, ever since we arrived in this place.”
“Automaton?” Phyllis asked. “You mean, like a robot?”
The tent flap of Layron’s tent was flipped aside, out walking the lizard. “Automatons are nothing like robots, my dear Watson!” Layron told Phyllis, eager to speak. “Why in fact, the difference between them is that robots need someone controlling them in order to work! Automatons can function on their own!” Layron smiled and gave his wrench a little twirl. “I’ve worked with automatons all of my life, I ‘ave. Dey be some of da most impressive things you’d ever see, and I think I’ve finally got mine up and running!”
“You mean fixed his arm after a week of work?” Eren said, the Charizard now sunbathing on the rock shelf.
“Indubitably!” Layron declared. He gave a whistle and, walking out of his tent, out emerged a most impressive contraption! The automaton seemed to have a flat and round body - really only about eight inches thick - of interconnected stones surrounding a spherical rock. Its arms seemed akin to its round body, made of interconnected stones that formed part of a circle. Its legs were thicker than the rest of its body, although the stones on them kept the circular pattern that the automaton possesed. Its head bore an interesting, glowing crest, seeming similar to a lightning bolt fixed in a circle. If one looked closer, they would see that the stones were actually connected together with tree limbs and branches. Natural materials to make a very-much unnatural creation. “Took me a week to make this little guy and there’s still adjustments I have to make, but dingo it all - he works!” Layron explained.
“A week consisting of one day building it and six fixing the left arm.” Eren commented.
“Nobody asked you!” Layron exclaimed, bearing a grin for some reason. “Anywhozer, for the time being I’ve decided to name him Squidward.”
“Why?” Mithora asked.
Mithora and Phyllis waited for him to continue, but when he did not Phyllis asked “Because why?”
Layron leaned over to Phyllis and whispered “Exactly!” Before backing away and going behind the automaton to poke at something on its back.
Mithora sighed. “You get used to him.” She told Phyllis.
Layron raced back over to Mithora and Phyllis and stood in front of the automaton. “Alright, let’s see how it communicates!”
Again, Mithora sighed. “I swear to the gods, if he does it again…” She grumbled.
Phyllis was about to ask what Mithora was talking about before Layron silenced them both and asked the automaton to say hi. A moment of silence, and then the automaton replied “Hola.”
Eren and Mithora both groaned in disappointment. “Again with the wrong language, Layron!” Eren yelled. “I swear, this happens every time! They have some weird language that none of us understand!”
The automaton noticed Eren’s concern and faced him. “Esta unidad cree que se arrepentirá de preguntar, pero ¿hay algún problema?” it asked.
Layron sighed. “Ahhh, I’m sure it’s just a problem in how the secondary memory core was programmed. I can make him speak English; don’t worry!” He insisted.
“Esta unidad ha detectado que su lenguaje actual no se entiende. Debería esta unidad asumir que las configuraciones de idioma se deben redefinir?”
Layron walked over to the Automaton and patted its shoulder. “There, there. I’m sure whatever you’re saying is important to us and would probably change our lives, but we need you to be speaking english. Come now.” the Helioptile guided the automaton back into his tent and closed the flaps. “So much for that thought!” he concluded happily.
Although she wasn’t sure if she should speak for Phyllis, Mithora was sure that everyone was glad that the automaton was put away. Layron’s hobby was astounding when someone looked at what he made, but when Layron himself was presenting his creations, it got a bit weird at times. “Well,” Mithora said, breaking the awkward silence that had been going on “now that that’s over and done, why don’t we talk about something a little more calm, like-”
“Like the fact that the town’s on fire?” Eren said, drawing everyone’s attention to Andalusst. There was smoke coming from right on the edge of town, and even from as far away as they were there could be heard sounds of explosions, followed occasionally by screams of panic.
“Sounds more like a Greater Automaton is attacking the town.” Layron corrected.
Everyone turned to Layron in shock. “Are you saying that Andalusst is under attack?!” Phyllis asked, horrified.
“What makes you think it’s some automaton?” Eren asked.
“Oh come now, Eren! Did you not read the journal?” Layron asked. Eren tried to bring up a counter to his senseless argument, but the Helioptile went on. “As for your question, Mawile Miss, if we really do want to know, then we should saddle up and fly over there. Should only take less than a minute!” Layron immediately removed his goggles and set his wrench down in a safe place, then crawled over to the rock shelf. He climbed up and mounted Eren’s saddle, taking the reins into his front paws and giving them a slight tug. The Charizard, taking his cue, placed the saddle’s reins in his mouth. The two of them jumped down to ground level and Eren lowered his wing for Mithora and Phyllis to mount.
Mithora, out of second nature, got on immediately and strapped herself in - a bit difficult for a quadruped such as herself, but she managed. “Do you want to come?” Mithora asked Phyllis.
“I’m sorry, but as much as I would like to accompany you, I’m a bit uncomfortable with riding a Charizard.” Phyllis admitted.
“It’s alright; I understand. I’m sorry your visit got interupted like this.” Mithora said. “Thanks for stopping by though!” With that said, Layron whipped the reins and Eren took off, racing towards a scene of destruction within the outskirts of Andalusst.
On dragonback, the flight to Andalusst was indeed short. As they flew above the fringes of the city, they saw below them a scene of chaos. Pokemon were running to and fro, all in a general direction away from the source of it all. Layron’s hypothesis had indeed proven true; a great machine was stomping through the town, crushing everything in its sight. “What in the name of gods is that thing?” Mithora said, cursing to herself.
“I told you, its a Greater Automaton.” Layron explained. “They’re better known as Regigigases.”
“Wouldn’t it be, you know, Regigigi?” Eren asked as he started his decline towards the ground. “You know, basic grammar? Ends with a consonant-s, then is changed to a consonant-i? Or do I have that wrong?”
“Nobody cares!” Mithora shouted, angered that Eren would be thinking about something as trivial as proper english at a time like this. “Just land! We have work to do!”
Eren obeyed Mithora’s instructions, as much as he didn’t want to listen to her. “I sincerely hope you’re not planning to actually fight that thing. It’ll tear you apart.”
“Says you! Who’s the pacifist here: me or you?” Mithora replied, offering her counterexample.
Eren grunted and curled his wings, creating a pocket of air in his tools of flight that slowed him down and allowed him a soft landing. Mithora and Layron jumped off immediately and headed in the opposite direction of the fleeing citizens of Andaluust. Pushing through the crowd, the two Pokemon soon found the chaotic automaton. The monstrous machine was at least twelve feet tall. Its shape was easily distinguishable as golem-like and it was mostly white in color, except for the large yellow bands covering its shoulders, its wrists, and covering its head and chest. It had two long arms and two long legs, both covered with intriguing black stripes. Its fingers were also long, and looked surprisingly nimble and humanoid-like. On the yellow band covering its face were several holes that seemed akin to eyes, four arranged in the shape of a diamond in front of what could have been its face and three more trailing down the band. On either side of the band were a set of three eyes, again arranged in a column. In each column, the top eye was red, the middle blue, and the bottom one silver. The automaton was making odd beeping noises as it moved about sluggishly, the extreme weight of the golem itself making it very slow-moving. That, at least, would be helpful towards defeating it.
Speaking of that, some Pokemon were already helping out in the effort to stop the rampaging automaton. The first Pokemon Mithora noticed was a Swampert who was charging at the Regigigas, his arm cloaked in a watery veil. “Look at that!” Mithora told Layron, directing his attention at the attacking Swampert. The bipedal creature, standing at nearly five feet tall, had a cobalt blue body with a very light blue underbelly. Its arms were at least twice the length of its legs, and all of his limbs had an orange ridged portion of skin, and it also had two spiky orange gills that protruded from either of its cheeks. Its hands and feet had three fingers and toes respectively. On the top of its head were two large, semicircular, black gills that extended from above its orange eyes, and it had a similar tailfin that was very long, about as tall as the Swampert itself. Its mouth was a little less than as wide as its head. Upon its head was a wide-brimmed, leather hat, and it wore long leather gloves on its hands that extended up past its elbows. Around its neck was a very intriguing pendant, but Mithora could not make out the details of it with how fast the Swampert was moving.
With what could only be described as either bravery or foolishness, the Water type slammed his watery fist right in the Regigigas’s left-middle eye, causing the automaton to back off, its pain evident by the sharp mechanical noises emanating from the automaton. In an act of anger, the Regigigas bunched up its three-fingered fist and threw a fiery punch at the Swampert, however the Water type managed to roll out of the way fast enough for the fiery fist to slam harmlessly into the ground. The Regigigas open to attack, the Swampert slammed his water-cloaked fist into his right-middle eye. Pained and angered, the Regigigas hurled its fists into the air and slammed them into the ground, shattering the earth around it for several yards and causing structural damage to some buildings as well.
Mithora and Layron backed off in fear of the Regigigas’ attack. Clearly, they both were at a disadvantage. “Weeeeell, time for us to put up our ducks!” Layron told Mithora. He puffed up his chest and marched over to the scene of chaos, despite the rage that the Regigigas was clearly showing. “Hey, Regi!” Layron yelled at the automaton. Making a mechanical growling, it turned to face the lizard, its shadow looming over him. Layron made a few ‘beeping’ and ‘booping’ noises at the automaton, similar to the sounds the automaton was making. The automaton responded with beeps and boops of its own, and Layron paused. “Well, in that case,” fast as lightning, Layron slammed his pointy head into the automaton’s leg, causing it to roar in pain. The automaton immediately bunched up his fist for another fiery punch, prompting Layron to start running. The automaton was hardly able to make chase before another Pokemon, cloaked completely in a veil of water, slammed straight into its face and knocked it down to the ground.
“And that’s how the beans bake!” Layron said excitedly.
Mithora was surprised. She wasn’t even sure what just happened, between Layron and the Pokemon who had rammed into the automaton. That Pokemon turned out to be a Floatzel, when it got onto its feet again. His form was akin to a combination of an otter and a weazel. His most notable feature was the yellow tube that ran around its neck and down its body, looping behind it - it was well known as a flotation sack. His body was mostly orange except for his lower muzzle down to his belly, which both were a creamy color, all except for a teardrop-shaped orange spot in the center of his belly. His two arms also had cream color on the hands, as well as long blue fins. Behind him was two tails, both orange and tipped with cream. His forehead had a spot of cream on it, his eyelids also cream-colored. His muzzle was tipped with a black nose, the end of his muzzle was marked with two short black stripes on each side of his face, and the back of his head had a spike-like extension. In addition to the flotation sack around the Floatzel’s neck, he also wore a red necktie that had a wavy blue pattern on its end. The Floatzel walked over to Mithora and Layron. “What exactly did you do?” He asked Layron, referring to how he managed to grab the golem’s attention.
“I told him that his mother was a Remoraid can.” Layron answered. “Turns out he doesn’t have a mother; I figured he’d at least be insulted enough to attack me; it was close enough!”
The Floatzel smirked. “Not bad, kid. What'er yer names?” A moment later, the Regigigas made an ominous groan. The three Pokemon turned to see that it was sitting itself up and getting back on its feet. “Never mind that now! This fight ain't over!”
“Irrefragable!” Layron declared. “You both distract him; I shall attempt to find a way to get his attention!” Layron got on all fours and crawled off quickly.
“What? Distract him how, moron?!” Mithora yelled at Layron as he crawled off. It was too late to stop him, though; he was gone. The Fennekin sighed in anguish. “Why do I always end up getting the deadly jobs?” she asked herself.
“Don’t sweat, kid! We got this!” the Floatzel insisted. “You go left, I’ll go right!” Nodding in understanding, Mithora ran around the left side of the automaton. The Floatzel, in turn, took to the right side. The two of them attacked together; Mithora, using the fiery energy she possessed, cloaked herself in fire and charged at the Regigigas; the Floatzel, cloaked in water, did the same. They impacted the automaton at the same time, striking and then falling back from the recoil of their attacks. The two of them landed on their feet and backed away before the Regigigas could fight back. “Again!” the Floatzel shouted to Mithora.
“Tag in! Tag in!” Someone behind Floatzel - the Swampert from before - shouted. The Floatzel turned around and, seeing that the Swampert had returned, summoned some sort of stick - akin to a baton - in his hand and threw it to the Swampert. In a flash, the two had switched places.
By then, the Regigigas had recovered enough to attack once again. Taking aim at the Swampert, it quickly charged a ball of energy in front of its face and fired at its target. The Swampert jumped out of the way, the attack only missing by mere inches. The ball of energy hit the ground, bursting in a violent explosion. This attack of the automaton’s was clearly very dangerous. This gave Mithora an idea.
The Regigigas began to pursue the Swampert, charging up another attack as it walked. As he began charging another ball of energy, Mithora ran around his right flank and, summoning what little psychic power she had within her, shot a Psybeam at the Regigigas’ attack, only to miss by mere inches. The Regigigas turned to Mithora to fire his attack at her instead. Launching his attack, Mithora found her whole world turning into a bright flash as the ball of energy impacted her directly and blew her into the buildings of the city. All Mithora could hear for a few moments was a shrill squealing in her ears, and her vision was horribly blurred. All she could make out was a white figure moving away, and an orange one rushing up to her and picking her up and taking her somewhere. Where he went she would not know, for moments later her world faded to black.
“By garlic!” Layron shouted, peaking at the scene of the fight through a window of one of the nearby buildings. “Mithora’s corn has been cobbed! I had better figure out a plan fast!” With his nimble body, Layron crawled from house to house, getting himself ahead of all the chaos. He found himself inside a hardware store, of sorts, that sold all sorts of light and heavy duty materials for construction. “Aaah, let’s see…” Layron managed to spot several items that could help him, including beams and panels of wood, hammers and nails, wrenches - he decided to skip the wrenches for now, fearing getting himself distracted - as well as other unexpected things like plants, steel cables… “aaaah, what have we here?” Layron asked himself, eyeing an eighth-of-a-mile long roll of steel cable.
Outside of the hardware store, the battle raged on. The Regigigas was finally being lured towards the outskirts of the city, thankfully, but the actual edge of the city was quite far away and the combatants were faring poorly now. The Swampert was left to fend for himself for the time being, since his partner had grabbed the grievously wounded Fennekin to take to be properly attended to. Luckily at least two other Pokemon had came to help. Even so, the automaton was not getting any weaker through their efforts. If anything, its strength was increasing. Setting his sights on one of the attackers, a Mudkip who looked like he wanted to be anyplace but here at this point, he bunched his fist and it lit on fire. The automaton ran at the timid Water type, only to find its feet suddenly snagging on something - a metal wire trailed across the pathway - and sending him toppling onto the ground face-first. The sound of the Automaton crashing down was loud and the impact certainly kicked up a lot of dust, but the Automaton looked somewhat defeated. “Aw ya, daughter!” Layron shouted, putting the wire down and racing up to the automaton. “That’s how we get it done in Statera!”
Alas, it was not meant to be. The automaton growled angrily and started to get up. However, Layron clenched his fist hard and punched the ground, triggering a startling earth-shattering rupture. The automaton’s hands slipped from the ground and it fell onto its face again. Regigigas tried this two more times, each time being interrupted by Layron’s earth-breaking punches to the ground. Finally fed up with the act, the automaton slammed his own fist into the ground and triggered such an earth-shattering blast. Layron saw the attack coming and jumped up onto the Regigigas’ body, avoiding the attack. Without Layron to keep him grounded, the automaton was able to get back up. Layron slammed his head into the automaton’s back, the pointy tip of his skull denting the automaton’s outer shell. Angered still, the Regigigas reached behind him and plucked Layron from off his back, gripping him tight and bringing him around to stare at the Helioptile face-to-face.
“My, what big hands you have!” Layron exclaimed, staring with worry at the Automaton. The Regigigas squeezed Layron in his grip, putting a crushing stress on Layron’s frail body. The little Helioptile shouted in pain, before his frills unfolded and he unleashed a sudden surge of electricity at the golem. A Parabolic Charge, as Layron called it, it had the odd affect of healing him as it damaged the Pokemon that it hit. The golem loosened his grip, yelling with pain and rage, but not enough for Layron to escape.
Enough was enough! The Regigigas held Layron out right in front of him and charged up another ball of energy to finish off the lizard.
A powerful explosion, and then Layron was thrown into the air and, in mid-air no less, was caught and brought safely to the ground by the Swampert. Confused both by what had just happened and by the fact that he was relatively uninjured, he asked the Swampert “What in blackberries just happened?!”
The Swampert did nothing more than point out the Regigigas, who as Layron could see was on the ground, his face smoking. “Those ranged attacks of his must ‘ave been Focus Blasts, all this time.” Swampert concluded. “That Psybeam ruptured his attack pretty darn well.”
“Psybeam?” Layron asked himself, looking around. Immediately, he noticed the Floatzel from before - the one who had carried Mithora away after she had been injured - and that in his arms was Mithora. “Mithora!” Layron exclaimed, jumping out of the Swampert’s arms and racing over to the two of them. “Goods to see you! I thought you were hurt!”
“I was.” Mithora replied glumly. “Takes a lot more than that to stop me.”
The Floatzel smiled. “I was taking your friend here to find someone to attend to her. She’s pretty broken right now, that’s for sure. Anywho, she just insisted that she had an idea to beat down this Regigigas, but I told her that there was no way we could beat it, ‘cause of its engine things, or whatever those Researchers said. But then I told her we needed to damage it ‘till it decided to chase us out’a town, so she said she wanted to blast its Focus Blast with her Psybeam so that it’d blow up in its face. I couldn’t believe that worked, like…” the Floatzel continued to rave for about another minute before he finally stopped and said “that reminds me! My name’s Cassidy. My partner’s name is Luke.”
“It’s about time we got introductions out of the way.” Mithora stated. “Sheesh; what’s it take to get to know a name around this forsaken place, anyhow?”
“Hey, we’re not-” Cassidy began, but his statement was interrupted by yet another groan from the Automaton. It was getting back up yet again! “Oh dang!” He said, eyeing the golem with shock; he had thought, if only for a moment, that they had actually managed to take it down. Clearly that was not the case.
With its arms pushing against the ground, the automaton was able to pick up its own weight make its upper body upright again. It slipped a leg forward and stood its foot on the ground, and then pushed up with all its strength to be standing once more. Almost immediately, the Regigigas charged another Focus Blast. Taking action, Mithora drew out whatever mental strength she had left and fired it at the Automaton in the form of another Psybeam. Mithora’s attack was aimed at the Focus Blast, but her shot leaned to the left and missed its target, bouncing off the Regigigas’ body without causing hardly a scratch. The Focus Blast was fired at the attacking Fennekin and the Floatzel who was cradling her. Cassidy, and by extension Mithora, jumped out of the way just in time. The Automaton began to pursue Cassidy. “The Automaton appears to be intent on attacking Mithora in retaliation for earlier.” Layron shouted to the two Pokemon.
“You think?!” Mithora replied harshly, albeit fearfully. Cassidy, keeping Mithora close in her arms, started running as fast as he could. The Regigigas pursued her with all the speed it had, which was remarkably fast after it made a gradual start into a run. Before the automaton could get very far, Layron was able to trip up the Automaton with another earth-shattering fist to the ground.
Cassidy enveloped himself in his cloak of water once again, keeping Mithora’s body as close to him as he could to keep her dry, and flew through the streets to the edge of the city. Slowly but surely they put some distance between themselves and the Automaton. As preoccupied as Mithora was, she couldn’t help but be impressed with Cassidy’s speed. The fact that she was in such a veil of water didn’t get past her either; as far as she could remember, she thought that the technique Cassidy was using was called an Aqua Jet, a very swift use of water to attack or maneuver quickly. This Floatzel was very skilled at using it, as she could tell. He had such perfect control of his element to the extent that he could keep all of the water away from his Fire-typed companion and yet have no obvious negative effect on his performance.
Within a minute, they were finally out in the open, away from all the buildings of Andaluust. Cassidy ended his Aqua Jet and landed on the ground, skidding for about a foot before coming to a complete stop. He breathed a sigh of relief from having escaped the automaton, although it was short-lived when she saw that the Regigigas was slowly making its own way out of the city in pursuit of Mithora and himself. “How ‘ya doin, kid?” Cassidy asked the Fennekin.
“Screw me; getting rid of that golem’s what’s important.” Mithora replied.
Cassidy smiled; putting others in front of herself was a rather good quality to see in a Pokemon, especially one who acted so tough. “True, but I don’t want you to die, a’ight?”
Mithora nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Wha’d I miss?” Someone right behind them said. Cassidy turned and almost skipped a heartbeat as he jumped away in shock, seeing a giant Charizard right behind him. “Woah, hey! I’m not gonna hurt you!”
“What are you doing here, Eren?” Mithora asked. “That automaton’s gonna be here any second.”
Cassidy smiled. “Well whatever he’s doing here, I’m glad he is; we could use a strong Pokemon like a Charizard.”
A glum frown, and then Eren replied “I’m a pacifist.”
Cassidy had to pause just to take that in. A Charizard, a pacifist. “Is that… wait… what? You’re… are you… wha-... Th-This has got to be a joke. How… how would you; how do you defend yourself? Do you… do you hunt for Pokemon meat, even? I mean, Charizards eat meat right? Wha…?” It was just so absurd, he couldn't even comprehend it. A pacifist Charizard. One of the biggest and more fearsome Fire-type Pokemon in the world and it was a pacifist.
“Well, of course I do!” Eren replied. “I know some moves; I can do Toxic, I can Roost, I can Protect myself, and as an absolute last resort I can breath fire. Only as a last resort of necessary defense, though. And when fighting sky-”
“Then can you just poison the-?!” Cassidy began, but once again their attention was caught by the approaching Regigigas, whom was close enough to have audible stomps. “Forget it; Just go. I’ll ask later!” Cassidy said.
Eren nodded. “I just wanted to make sure Mithora and Layron are alright.”
“They’re fine. Mithora and Layron, eh? I don’t think I actually really got you two’s names before.” Cassidy told Mithora. “It’s good to meet ya.” The Automaton was fast approaching. Eren wished the two of them luck and took off, flying away from the battle. “Think you can hang on for a while longer?” Cassidy asked his Fennekin companion. “We’re the only ones out here right now who can get this thing where it needs to be.”
“Just go. I’ll live.” Mithora insisted, nodding to Cassidy. The Floatzel cloaked himself in Aqua Jet and took off, right as the Regigigas came within firing range. The Automaton’s approach did not yield for even a moment. Cassidy flew to and fro, staying out of range of the Automaton’s nimble arms but not to far as to where it might lose interest in him. There was a certain place he needed to lure the Regigigas to; some place where they could get all the help they need to take it down once and for all. Cassidy kept its attention, with Mithora periodically firing attacks at it to keep it angry enough to retaliate and follow. Before too long, the automaton finally stopped firing Focus Blasts at them, having seemed to have run out of the missiles for the time being. A definite break from the endless dodging of explosive missiles, at the very least. The Automaton made no end to his pursuit of the two pestering Pokemon, and was led right to the rendezvous point that Cassidy had alluded to.
to be continued...