From: Clayton (redneckdadd@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] [SC] [FINAL] Smasher vs. Robert! An Extreme Finale! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2003-12-31 01:20:41 PST > > The angle of the attack, however, redirected it right at Smasher. With > > little time to react, Smasher brought up his arms and braced for impact. > > The resulting explosion covered half the field with floating dust and > > debris. Everyone watch in silent horror as the smoke dissipated, > > especially Echo and Amber. When the dust cleared, all that was left of > > the red trainer's box was a small crater rapidly filling with water. > > > > "This... this is..." for once the announcer was at a loss for words. "I > > can't... the red trainer, Smasher Samson... is gone!" Derek sat at the Pokemon Center, glued to the TV. There wasn't much else to do and he wanted to make sure that nothing dared hurt Shuriken. Plus, big climatic battles were good sources of inspiration for training, not to mention a good excuse for goofing off once in a while. "Gone my foot, it's physics." Derek muttered, staring at the small crater. "Medicham." Chan obviously agreed. "So where would a human land, after being narrowly missed by a Hyper Beam meant to pierce steel?" Derek asked. Chan stood up from his spot and was miming the actions. The Medicham was furled in thought. "Medi, medicham!" Chan exclaimed. Derek thought about the answer the Medicham gave. Then he turned to the TV again. > The announcer finally comes up with what to say in the hopes of calming > the crowd, "Smasher may not be in the Stadium anymore, but wherever he > is, he's probably going to be okay in just a few days. Many human beings > have been hit with Hyper Beams in the past and lived to tell about it. > Some have even been known to survive Hyper Beams shot by Tyranitar! If > Smasher is found in Silver Town, he will be treated by our finest > medics. Everyone please remain in your seats - the Closing Ceremonies of > this year's Silver Conference will begin in just a moment." "Nope Chan, that beam must have had enough force to knock him clean out of the ball park. Otherwise, there would be some panicky spectator and there would have been an even bigger deal raised." Derek observed. "Med, medicham med?" Chan asked, looking at the somber face of his trainer. "Well duh. Of course we're looking. Though I wished I'd payed better attention when that old guy in that one dojo was teaching me about trajectories and that. It might make finding him easier." Derek said, before bolting out the door. Chan was right behind him. The pair ran all the way to the stadium, before hitting on a thought. "Heracross, I need some help." Derek said before dropping the pokeball on the ground. It bounced back, to Derek's hand while revealing the muscled form of the Fighting Bug Heracross. Strapped to its back by way of a special holster, was a oversized Twisted Spoon, used for powering up psychic-type attacks and for combat cooking. "Hera, could you try to fly up and see which end of the stadium the now water filled crater is on?" Derek asked. Heracross nervously handed over the spoon, which made it much harder for her to fly with and checked. When she came back down it was mixed news. The good news was that they didn't have to go halfway around the stadium, and waste more time. Bad news was that it still left a rather large area to hunt through, and even then there's no guarantee that they would find the young man. Heracross took back her precious spoon and the three of them started to walk slowly away from the stadium a bit, on the lookout for any telltale signs of the missing trainer. Better doing this than just sitting and doing nothing. TBC ------- Clayton Random Tagline: If all goes well, you've overlooked something! [NS: Since there's probably some grand plot scheme going on here, I won't interfere too much. Though I'm interested in this new plot twist.]