“But---what if we, like, run into more of those Tyrantrums!?” A distressed Sylveon cried, his big blue eyes frantically darting from side to side.
His cream color fur stood up, the smell of fear emanating from his entire expression. His companion gave him a deadpanned expression, his mouth pursed and his eyes giving him an unimpressed look.
When the two had awoken, they found themselves alone on unfamiliar shores. Unsure on exactly they made it from one place to another, for they could not neither see their ship nor any signs of a battle that they were in store for, they immediately assumed that they had gotten...tipsy and imagined the entire event. But after a couple of minutes looking around, they soon came to realized that their experiences before the blackout were very real.
Confused and somewhat worried about the situation, the otter-like pokemon decided it would be best to explore their surroundings and try to find their ship and crew, or anyone else for that matter.
But the vast ‘cons’ of doing anything that could be unfamiliar with the Sylveon started in full tide. Anymon would have faltered under such doom saying, but this Dewott seemed to have the will to ignore this negativity.
“Then we run…” the blue otter-like pokemon responded dryly. While his love went out to the nervous cat, this was the 54th ‘bad’ thing that could possibly happen. First, it was starvation, but the list started to climb around the time he suggested they enter the island’s jungle.
“Anyone,” the Dewott mentally groaned, his moral trying to survive the Sylveon’s onslaught of the many cons of finding shelter. “Anyone could have been paired with him--” The otter looked down at the big blue eyes and nervous face of his companion, “--but it had to be me…”
“Gurk,” The Dewott gasped, his friends ribbons wrapping around him, pulling him into a hug of fear. “Cy,” he said, attempting to speak coherently as Cy’s ribbons crushed the life out of him. “Y--ou’-re cr--ushing--me!” He groaned, the Sylveon dropping him in worry.
“Oh, oh man,” Cy sniffed, giving look of both concern and apology. “I’m so sorry, Clammer...I have no idea what’s up with me dude!” Clammer rolled his eyes at the question, restraining himself from pointing out what’s ‘up’ with him.
“Let’s just take a deep breath,” Clammer said, attempting to mellow down the excited pokemon. “Besides--” He said, giving the cream colored cat a pat on the head before continuing his path, “--our friends are probably out there as we speak, searching for us...you wouldn’t want to cause them to much of a hassle with finding us, would you?” The other dynamic personality that the cat of glamor had besides pessimism was the need to decrease the trouble anyone would have to put up with for him.
“Of--of course not!” Cy gasped, his pace quickening to stay close to his comrade. “But let’s face it dude, we’re on a seemingly deserted island with no sign of life--” The rambling cat stopped as the Dewott held out his paw to halt their walking. “What’s up?” The Sylveon questioned, as he went to look at whatever had Clammer stop.
What he was met with was ten or so equines, each one as colorful as the other. While their appearance did not strike off as terrifying for Cy, he being one who usually feared Wurmples, he became unsure of how to proceed with a variety of weapons aimed at the two Pokémon.
“Clammer…” Cy said in a hushed tone, looking from the armed ponies to the Dewott. “I take it all back, there is something worse than quicksand...being captured by colorful weirdos is extremely terrifying.”
“No one is going to capture anyone,” Clammer said reassuringly, his voice projecting towards the hostile equines. While neither of them had seen such creatures before, it seemed like they too had never encountered pokemon.
“Um, boss?” one of the horses said, turning to look at the one equine in the middle of the group. The pony that seemed to be the leader had a turquoise coat with a long blond, and messy, mane. “They don’t really seem dangerous or hostile. What are your orders?”
The leader of the group tilted his head as he looked at the two Pokémon. “While we’ve run into some...less than favorable creatures,” the boss said, slightly lowering his weapon. “These two seem more stable than what other strange things dwell on this island...I’d even say they’re lost.” Some of the ponies relaxed, taking into consideration the newness of these awkward animals.
“I don’t think they can understand us...just like humans,” the Dewott gathered, it being cleared that the laxness was not from his words, but through the assessment of the leader of the party. Which proved good, since it meant that these were infact a reasonable species. “I don’t think they know what we’re saying, Cy, but they seem friendly enough.” Clammer said, approaching the still ponies, much to the Sylveon’s chagrin.
“But what if it’s, like, a trap!?” Cy panicked, not wanting his friend to take such a risk. Clammer waved him off and shot him a small smile of reassurance. While not putting the Pokémon at ease, Cy felt the need to trust his teammate and back him up if needed.
As Clammer approached the group, the tensed up a little, unsure of what the pokemon was going to do. Taking a Scalchop from his hip, he activated one of his abilities. “Razor Shell,” He said calmly, a watery blade springing from the scalchop. The ponies took a step back due to the surprise of an unknown weapon. Ready for a fight, the ponies got ready for the strange creature to make its move.
Instead of doing what they expected, the Dewott instead took the blade and stabbed the ground in front of him. Taking a knee, he looked up at the confused group and gave them a friendly smile.
“Autumn Breeze,” The lead pony said to an orange pegasus mare with a braided red mane. “Let the camp know we’re coming back with company.” She gave a quick nod and took off, leaving the rest of the group pondering their boss’s decision. Looking at the confused ponies next to him, he raised an eyebrow.
“What’s with your gawking? Can’t you see these fellas have only one intention on their minds?” he asked, hearing the shaking of heads from the group.
“Um, what’s that boss?” a lime green unicorn asked in a Manehattan accent. Giving a small chuckled, the turquoise earth pony put his sword back into his scabbard.
“Not getting impaled by a dozen or so scared ponies, of course,” he said humorously. Getting a small laugh from a relieved Sylveon and Dewott.
“We’re going in circles,” Singsong deadpanned as the lost Charizard continued to lead the group in whatever direction she hoped they would be on. Yazer was suppose to keep a close eye on the ground below them as they traversed the skies, looking for their fellow crewmates.
It seemed that she had either chosen to not take into account where they had been flying or simply forgot.
“We. Are. Not. Lost!” She growled, angered by the predicament they had managed to find themselves in. Hadrain was unable to provided much info on their surroundings either, since his sense of direction was somewhat hampered by his new body.
“In Yazer’s defense, this place is pretty easy to get lost in,” the Sceptile said, earning a glare from the Chatot. “But that doesn’t mean all is lost! We just need to make our way to the shore and see if anyone else remembered the rondevu plan.”
In situations such as these, Hadrain and his Drifloom, Windbag, came up with a simple meet up plan. If lost on an island, he/she who was lost would make their way to the shore.
“We may need to hold off on that, Boss…” Singsong choked and stopped ahead of the company, raising question to both Yazer and Hadrain why the colorful bird had ceased moving forward.
Now stopped as well, the two fellow crewmates walked next to the frozen Chatot to see what had halted his approach. What they were met with was three colossal worm-like creatures with long purple scaled bodies, red mane-like hair and pink heads with black beady eyes and strange mouths.
“What in the world is that!” Hadrain asked, jumping back as though the gargantuan worms were about to strike him.
“They’re blocking the path…” Yazer groaned in frustration, for now she had finally gotten them back on their desired path and these large creatures were barring their journey. “And with the rate we got lost in these woods, this is probably the best road to take to the shoreline.”
“But with these creatures blocking the path...we may need to traverse around them!” Singsong squaked in sorrow, not wanting to enter the deep forest growth that they had just left behind them.
“Oh, but that’s where you are wrong my dear friend,” the Sceptile chuckled somewhat manically, causing his two crewmates to decided to move a few feet away from the captain. “The answer to our problem lies right behind us, actually!”
The two turned around and were faced with a hill, or at least a somewhat steep drop that take a small portion of the path. Next to the drop was an even larger hill to the side with rubble and some conveniently round boulders.
“All I see are some big rocks…” Yazer stated, giving her captain a skeptical look as he giggled gleefully and made his way over to the hill. “What could we possible do with them--” the purpose of Hadrain’s joy sudden came to realization and the Charizard made a mad dash to stop her captain. “--No, Hadrain no!”
“Yes!!!” he shouted in response and made a run towards the boulders. “I can finally use the damn plan, hahahahahaha!”
Singsong watched in confusion as the distressed Charizard chased after the crazed captain, who was going to work on setting up some kind of ramp out of branches and vines.
“What is he doing?” The Chatot asked himself, as started to flap over to the two crewmates. It was then that he heard a cracking noise from the trees and quickly turned around to examine the treetops, only to find nothing was there. “I really need to get more sleep next time…”
“What are those lunatics doing?” the blue pegasus asked no one in particular, looking to see that their latest guests had been setting up some sort of ramp aimed at the Tatzlwurms that were napping at their posts.
“Starting trouble,” Crimson Star huffed, cocking her crossbow. “If they manage to really hurt those Tazlwurms, their chief will be furious and either blame us or those crazy pigeons.”
Upon further examination, Card Swap soon realized that these strange creatures intended to direct the large boulders towards the monstrous wurms. The green reptilian one seemed to be in charge, giving orders for the dragon and colorful bird as they unhappily built the ramp.
“They’re insane…” the stallion concluded, pulling out his large hammer and looked at the bat pony. “We’re going to stop them, right?”
“We’ve got to ways at doing this,” she replied, equipping her helmet and tightening the straps on her armor. “One is us rushing headfirst and possible waking those sentries--” she motioned a steel hoof towards the sleeping wurms, “--or wait until these guys go night night for a decent time, and grab the perpetrators.”
“And turn them into Tempest, handing him the attackers of his guards…” Card Swap added, earning a sharp nod from the mare.
“Which could lead to us gaining his favor,” she finished, shifting in her armor and adjusting it to make it comfortable, “which could finally give us the edge we need to topple our unwanted neighbors…”
“Alright then,” the pegasus said to his friend, lifting the extremely heavy warhammer and lieing it across his shoulder. “Let’s properly welcome our guests...and try not to hurt them too badly. We may need them later.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Crimson Star sang, loading her crossbow and taking off towards the treetops in order to have a better position, leaving her comrade to give a tired sigh and take off after her.
“This is an awful idea!” Yazer groaned, pushing a tremendously heavy boulder onto a ramp while Singsong secured the rock with vines from the surrounding trees. “Not only are we sure this will hit them, but even if it does, it may not have any effect on these guys! The could have scales of steel! They could feel vibrations in the ground as these rocks hurtled towards them!”
“Not to mention the ethical issues that are brought up with this plan,” Singsong deadpanned, somewhat worried on the damage they might cause. “They could be endangered species or even the natives of this island...is it really right for us to be doing this?”
“Oh come on,” Hadrain huffed, rolling his eyes at his team’s lack of enthusiasm before leaping onto one of the boulders. “This attack is completely ethical and safe! I guarantee it!”
“Explain to me how this is in any way--” Yazer attempted to further challenge the Sceptile’s logic, but was rudely interrupted by his sudden shushing.
“It’s just like bowling, my dear friends,” He said cheerfully, pulling out his telescope as he looked to see if the boulder was lined up with the target. “It takes patience...silence...and skill!” with his last words, Hadrain pulled out the golden blade he looted from the ship graveyard and cut the vines holding the boulder in place.
He looked over to see both awe and horror as he released the giant rock, unsure on why his fellow crewmates suddenly went from expressions of annoyance to sheer worry. Looking around, he attempted to pinpoint what had distressed them.
Then his body started to shift downwards, along with the coarse rock beneath his feet. His lurched forward and ran in an attempt to not be thrown of the moving rock as he and the stone were hurtled down towards the target.
“Crap crap crap crap!” The pirate captain yelled as he helplessly ran to stay on top of the rapidly moving rock, all while Singsong and Yazer watching in states of confusion on why their leader couldn’t just leap off the boulder with his increased agility.
By the time one of them had decided that maybe it was best that he didn’t become unconscious, it was too late for the poor fellow. Crashing into one of the stone pillars that held the crumbling stone arch that the worm-like creatures were lying under. Yells from both the taken-aback creatures and their own captain’s cry of terror filled the quiet jungle.
“It actually worked…” The Charizard mused, flying over with Singsong behind her as she went to congratulate her downed leader. “An unorthodox method, sure, but effective in the end. Let’s try to see if we can get him--”
Before the Pokémon could complete her last word, a large crack followed with two shadowy figures darting from the trees broke her train of thought. One of the figures, larger and more muscular than his armored compatriot, swung a huge hammer into the side of the fire-type and sent her flying into Singsong who had been by her side. Both crashed into a nearby tree with a sickening thunk.
“Huh...rushing out actually worked,” The more masculine equine stated, his wings fidgeting after the sudden rush to battle. “I’ll give you points for that, Crimson.”
Yazer attempted to lift herself up in order to face their attackers, but the wind was completely knocked out of her. She could feel the limp body of her Chatot ally lying on one of her outstretched wings, thankfully still breathing.
“We’ll take these two back, then come back for the third one if he’s still amongst the land of the living,” The armored figure said to her comrade, looking over towards the now-ruined outpost the Tazlwurms had created. “But the dragon’s still conscious, could you please knock it out?”
All she earned in response was a low growl.
Giving a shrug, the winged pony walked of to the downed Charizard and lifted up his heavy hammer, having to rely on gravity to do most of the work.
“No hard feelings, but you did just knock out some of the tribal guard,” Card Swap said apologetically, getting ready to literally bring the hammer down on the pokemon. “Night…”
But to the surprise of both the two equines and Yazer, and gleaming light launched itself towards the wooden shaft of the long hammer and cut right through it. As the sunlight left the projectile, a familiar golden blade found itself lodged into a nearby tree.
“Scep sceptile! (Greetings unwanted foes!)” A powerful voice cried out, all head snapping towards the source of the speaker.
The two equines immediately recognized the reptilian creature who had mere moments ago crashed along with the large boulder. Unsure on exactly he was still standing, let a long perched upon one of the branches above them and lobbing swords, Crimson Star raised her loaded crossbow towards the creature.
Yazer quickly shot her leader a worried glance, unsure of how well he could dodge the bolt at such a short range and after getting up from crashing into a wall. Hadrain in return gave her a small wink and mouthing, ‘I got this’, before turning back to address their armed acquaintances.
“Scep scep, scep sceptile (While you probably already understand that smashing others with hammers is completely rude.),” The sceptile lectured, giving the two equines a scowl as he mentioned their attack. “Scep scep (But I think that we can--)--”
“Yeah, I’m not going to even attempt to pretend to understand this gecko,” Crimson Star huffed, pulling the trigger of the crossbow and firing upon the talking Pokémon.
Unfortunately for the armored equine, Hadrain was only attempting to buy time for Yazer to get back onto her feet. But upon seeing this rushed attack, his body glowing with a sudden light, the Sceptile used Hidden Power to launch multiple glowing orbs towards the bolt and it’s owners. This sudden and powerful attack destroyed the steel projectile and sending the two ponies reeling backwards.
The explosion from the Sceptile’s attack sent a wave of dust from the destroyed area, blinding Card Swap and Crimson Star as they attempted to see where the green menace had gone off to. Before Crimson Star had any real time to react, a loud snap followed a tightness around her hind leg lead to her being ragged off and into a dark area surrounded by thick bushes. However, Card Swap probably got it rougher, as he was soon sent sprawling to the ground due to a sickening punch delivered by an angry Charizard.
Getting up from the grassy ground, the dented helmet of the bat pony shifted around as it sought to find her opponent. All she got in response was an excited chuckle before glowing green blade-like objects lit up the darkened area. Her crossbow aimed at the light source, she once again squeezed the trigger...hoping that this time she would hit her mark.