From: Adrian Tymes <wingcat@pacbell.net> Subject: [PW!] ...Reap The Whirlwind Date: Thursday, September 30, 1999 8:17 PM Shard Fields or Megasomething wrote: > > With that, the dinosaur and the Ditto easily fused into > >Protopticon, then the amalgam vanished in a violet flash. > > *** > > "Look, ya stinkin' blob of protoplasm, I told ya I don't wanna do this! You > told me to save the world, and I will... But you're just the kind the world > needs savin' from!" argued Silly Putty. > > "This Protopticon is a greater threat," said Doppler calmly. "You saw it once > before, why can you not see it again?" > > "Look, I think we need to talk, Dop. Maybe we oughta discuss..." [cue ominous background music] > "The time for discussions, and all your time," interrupted Protopticon, "has > come to an end!" Silly Putty shrugged. "He's right, talk time's over." He moved towards Doppler. "Leave, brother. I don't want you getting hurt." "Eh?" SP paused, then leapt towards his intended fusion partner. "No way. You want Replicus, you got..." *POW* "...myself," Doppler finished, retracting an upward-pointing fist as SP shot past the treetops. It took Protopticon a second to believe what just happened. "You are even more of a fool than I thought. With him, you might have had a chance, but alone...no one pokemon can withstand our combined might!" "You may be right. Still, he would have been more of a liability than an asset." "Feh." Protopticon grabbed Jiggly-Doppler in one paw and squeezed. "Believe what you want. It matters not." Doppler teleported out of his grip. "And what if I believe you're just a powerless fraud?" "Eh?" "Show me your power, Protopticon. Do you see anyone around to interfere? I want to see what you can really do." The amalgam smiled. "I see. Even at the end of your life, you want to copy the most powerful beings. Very well. As I said, it matters not." He paused for a bit, thinking, then continued, "Fine. Have a taste of true power!" Over the next ten minutes, every attack known to pokemon, and many that were not, showered the area in an attempt to bring Doppler down. Ice preceeded fire preceeded poison preceeded water preceeded lightning preceeded splash [Au: like I said, *every* attack] preceeded gauss cannons preceeded lasers preceeded tactical nukes preceeded reality warps preceeded "WIGGLY!" *bamf* [cut music to guitar battle theme] Protopticon stood, dumbfounded. It had many weapons, but Wigglycannons were not - currently - one of them. Yet *something* had just fired the puddle of pink goo in front of it. Doppler, still dancing to avoid the attacks, wound up his dodges in a triumphant pose, fist raised to the sky. "You're here!" "But of course, brother. All is according to plan." Protopticon locked on to the source of the voice...and suddenly became aware of what must have been thousands of robed figures, lining the clearing, mounted in the branches that formed this clearing's walls, and even hovering overhead. Each of the robed humans carried a rifle, Wigglycannon, or some equally deadly looking device. The robed pokemon had their weapons a little more concealed, but looked on with perhaps more malice in their eyes. Switching to infrared for a second, Protopticon realized that the shell extended underground; signatures underneath him matched mostly Digletts and DugTrios, with faint shadows that could well have been their own robes. A bit of darkness fell as the number overhead partially blotted out the sun. Protopticon actually sweatdropped. "You were not here before. How did you get here without my knowing?" "Some of them were a small distance away. Most of them teleported outside your detection range while I distracted you." Doppler was, by now, an animated robe, almost indistinguishable amongst his allies. Protopticon tried to charge, only to be immobilized by twenty String Shots from twenty Caterpie, spaced equally distant around the clearing, followed up by a superdense cloud of Stun Spores from nearby Butterfrees. A few tracking beacons shot into place, drilling into the non-ditto-part's skin, in case Protopticon tried to flee. "We don't take kindly to being set up. But we are merciful, and we are not wasteful of resources. You will join our side, voluntarily or by Hypnosis. Don't bother resisting; all that will earn you is temporary pain, followed by the same loss of will." Despite his paralysis, Protopticon was able to sneer and speak. "It is you who will succumb, Doppler. You will aid us in our quest to destroy all that you hold dear. Your precious Pokemonn League will be no more." [cut theme with a record scratch] Never before in pokemon history had so many sweatdrops existed in one place at the same time. "*OUR* *PRECIOUS* Pokemon League?!?" Doppler finally exclaimed. "We gather to destroy the League! And Team Rocket! If that's what you want, we shouldn't be fighting. We should be friends!" "Indeed. Surrender yourselves to my master, and you may delight in conquering for him." "No, no, no. We don't want to conquer the world for its own sake. We fight for the freedom of all sentient beings." "Feh. 'Freedom'? There is only the freedom of the strong to conquer the weak. You shall all be slaves before Vorge! "I see..." [resume theme] Doppler sighed. "...you won't go willingly. Alright, take him." The mindwashers had just taken their first step in unison when everything really did go dark. An eerie purple aura lit up the forest, revealing a pokemon as tall as the trees, the very top of which pushed the trees back to form a seal which completely blocked out the sun. Not even looking up, Doppler commented, "Vorge, I assume." "Correct. But you may call me Master." "Not today, thank you very much. EVERYONE SCATTER!" And Silly Putty found himself heading down towards a purple blotch with rapidly dispersing grey dots in the forest canopy. TBC? [Done yet? Not even! Maria: note where this is. Note where Seth and Aerie are. <evil grin>]