From: Hedgehogey <hedgehogey@aol.comidiocy> Subject: [PW] Skyscraper tumbling Attn: ATR, Joe Date: Tuesday, February 08, 2000 10:42 PM Cinder watched as Morgan vanished into the distance. In his hand Morgan carried a slip of paper that gave rough directions to the nearest Pokemon Resistance base where he could receive basic training and a copy of the pokemon resistance manifesto. Plastered over Morgans face was a large smile, the result of newfound pride as he realized the honor accorded him. Cinder smiled for once. His frustration at Seymour the scientists getaway was wearing off, soothed by the enthusiasm of his new recruits. Along with Morgan, Cinder had also recruited a band of Paras that clustered around his feet. Although their constant chatter was beggining to irritate him Cinder admired the little bugs bravery. They would make fine infiltrators if they didn’t get themselves captured in their rashness. The foothills (and Cinders) peace were disturbed when a large, black Uh-1N Iroqoui helicopter settled down among them. Peace was the last thing on the Hueys inhabitants minds at that moment. Cinder slid open the door and hopped into the chopper to greet his comrades. He made a point of never thinking of them as subordinates lest he begin treating them as slaves, like a trainer. The chopper was old, rusty, smelly and not up to FAA standards. But it was also home and that’s what really matters. The old Huey was the pride and joy of Cinders Firestarters, as the traveling fighting band called itself. It was also their home, transportation and heaviest weapon. In a manner atypical of the pokemon resistance it embodied the groups spirit. The battered Chopper had seen more action in the last several months than most resistance forces saw in years. 5 pokemon and 1 human called the Huey home. A rack of modified pokeballs provided sleeping quarters. Beaks, the dodrio pilot/mechanic had structurally weakened each pokeball by hitting the hinge with a mechanics wrench. A dedicated laptop sat in the back, connecting each barrackball via cable to each other, allowing pokemon to travel between balls. Posted on the wall above the balls was "If this ball’s a rocking, don’t come a knocking.", A reference to both trashy human culture and the makeup of the unit, which contained many pokemon of the same species. The only person in the unit to not sleep in the pokeballs was the firestarters sole human, the muscly but compassionate second in command named Flavor DX. "Yo Cinder! Why are we getting no action here boss? We haven’t been in a decent fight since christmas and we’re gettin restless back here." D.X., said, impatiently. "I hear you, Flavor. You’ll be pleased to know we’ll be on a mission again in the next few hours. In the meantime I want you to meet our newest recruits." Cinder said. Flavor looked in all directions but nothing registered. "At my feet, einstein." "Mmm hey you brought lunch! You the man Cinder!" Cinder sweatdroped. "They are AHEM our new RECRUITS. I request you don’t EAT your comrades." Cinder said, his voice serious. "Relaaax boss, I’m just joking with you. Now tell me where’s the shit going down so I can brief the COMRADES." "Very funny. Bring out the grunts and I’ll tell ya. Now listen up, and listen good. Word from intel is anti-team rocket will be crashing their flying island fortress known as "Ivory Island" into the giant coke bottle from hell." Cinder said to the assembled troops. "Cinder’s been playing too much Sonic the sandslash." Quipped Beaks. "SHUTUP! Now as I was saying ivory island is going to reduce the DCBH to sugary sweet smithereens. Now there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. However there are important documents and arms in that bottle for us to recover. Specifically, Doppler, who we owe MANY favors needs information on the rocket known as minax. One of his little ‘projects’ apperantly." Irritated mutterings arose from the group. "Yeah yeah I know. But that ditto did save our ass. Or have you all forgotten the saffron fighting dojo?" The group fell silent. "Now here’s what I need you to do. Flavor, quickly change into that rocket uniform we’ve got in storage. I need you to infiltrate the building. Knock on the side and you should get an answer. Use the passcodes we got off that dead rocket in saffron. Once in there you are to find a phone and call the viridian gym. Warn Giovanni of the threat to the coke bottle. This will force him to send rockets who will then be slaughtered like so many ignorant cattle, either by the crash or by me, since I will be outside and can pounce on or roast the fleeing rockets. Mmmm rockets…… Anyway I want you two" Cinder said, pointing to Rhiannon and Ryan, the female and male ryhorns "to accompany Flavor. If things start going bad break through the glass and hotfoot it to the chopper. I’ll cover you. And as for you…" Cinder said to Inkblot, the groups hyperactive haunter "Go invisible and search the bottle for documents on Minax or other important rocket documents. If you can’t find any steal some ammo from their stockpiles." "YessiryessirIcandothat." Inkblot replied. "*I* will be at the top opening to the bottle, creating a distraction. Beaks, and little parases" "Our names are Ki, Ller, Ins, and Ects." Interrupted the brave little mushroom pokemon. "Right. Anyway I want you four guarding the chopper. Normally I’d put you through training first but we don’t have much time. Anyway Beaks, you guard the chopper and command these little guys. Even though you don’t have arms, try to figure out a way to use a gun. This concludes the briefing. Let’s move ‘em out!" And with that a cheer arose from the adrenaline pumped resistors as the chopper struggled for air, and pointed itself in the bottles direction. TBC? Hedge Man is quite insane. He would not know how to make a maggot yet invents gods by the dozens.-Montaigne Wilson hussars real identity is revealed: Clan wolverine!-guy on rgm Tv is more alluring than thinking-Rich