Subject: [PW!] Omega
Date: Sunday, October 10, 1999 5:54 AM
Sorry it took so long...but the Vorge saga is finally coming to its
close here. This story starts out with Lordlocke's most recent
contribution...edited for spelling and consistency and
what-not...forgive me for being finicky and obsessive-compulsive, Gads.
by Lordlocke and Karnivax
A small distance away, in a heavily-forested area, Gads's head was
whirling. Things were looking dire, with only himself, Doppler, and a
few cultists standing. Even with an entire legion of assistants that
had just charged on to the scene, Vorge was effortlessly shrugging off
their bullets while Protopticon tore the strike force apart. Even
Mewtwo himself seemed to have a stake in this, but without his powers
he did not contribute much to the battle. Somehow, the chain of events
lead to Gads finding himself a short distance from the main fight and
watching the results going on within. However, despite the current
situation, Gads's worry was not on Vorge.
It was not that Vorge was not a threat. Certainly, he was the one
that had to eventually go down in the long run. However, as something
far more important to Gads's immediate situation, Protopticon had
seemed to disappear after Vorge had muttered an order to it, probably
to eliminate the remaining soldiers. And knowing even the little he
did about the half-dinosaur, half-Ditto, Gads knew who it was bent on
"eliminating" first. Namely, himself, Gads Trisan.
_So...what now?_ Gads thought towards his alter-ego. Thankfully,
Gads was outside the dampening field's range, so he was able to consult
with...himself. He had to do something. Even a head-on assault
against Vorge was more than he was doing at that point.
_Well, with that psionic dampener up, Vorge's psychic powers are
_And since when did you rely on psychic powers to fight? Sure,
you have them *now*, but for the past thirteen years, fists were
_You're *right*! Vorge just gave himself a handicap against
myself and Mara. He's good with the mental mumbo-jumbo, but let's see
how good he is at defending himself from physical assaults. All I have
to do is get over there, and he's as good as *gone*!_
_Or sssoo you think, human. Too bad you will never get to sssee
him again. Or at leassst until you belong to him._ A voice echoed in
Gads's head. Out of nowhere, down slammed Protopticon, right in front
of Gads, tagging him lightly with a claw swipe in the process.
"Thisss time, you are *mine*! There isss no one to interfere. No
alliesss to sssave you."
Gads, surprising both himself and Protopticon, smirked. "Well, I
sssee that sssomething isss wrong with you thisss time, Protopticon."
Gads chuckled. He even got the lisp down perfectly.
It was Protopticon's turn to smirk. "You would do well to ssspeak
to your future commanding officer with ressspect." With that, the
hybrid launched a tail whip at the Dojo trainer, who backflipped away
"So, a different threat, eh? Well, I have a few new tricks
too..." Gads concentrated for a moment. The tell-tale glow of psychic
energy returned to his hands.
"Ssso, I evaluated your worth asss a prize incorrectly!"
Protopticon scoffed, noticing that Gads's powers were strictly
rudimentary. "It isss time for a little culling of the weak, I
think..." The hybrid aimed his plasma cannon at Gads and fired. Gads
jumped out of the way once again, and took a moment to punch
Protopticon in the jaw. Instead of just stunning the modified dinosaur
for a second like last time, the blow caused Protopticon's
head to snap back, allowing Gads to land another blow before being
forced to dodge a massive claw swipe.
"Grrr. Ssso, you ssseem to ussse your psssychic powersss more
freely now. Let usss sssee how you fare when I do the sssame."
Protopticon quickly charged up a Psybeam, and fired it off at Gads.
"AAACK!" Gads made a move to dodge, but found his mobility
limited by the forest around him.
_Nowhere to go...gotta try something..._
_Remember about how to deal with a powerful attack?_ Gads's
_...Don't *stop* it! *Move* it!!!_ Gads made a desperate
backhand motion in the direction of the Psybeam, his fists now glowing
a bright blue. The aura around Gads's hands caught the beam just
before it could hit him, sending the blast off course at a forty-five
degree angle, forcing it to pass by Gads and continue toward the
massive melee in progress.
"Your psssychic abilitiesss ssseem primarily defensssive,"
Protopticon analyzed. "That isss your failing. It isss over for you,
boy. You can hit me with all of the physssical attacksss you can
mussster...and I will ssstill come out on top."
"Over my dead body."
"Asss you wisssh, insssect..."
"So you think. You never should of left the side of the 'mother
hen.' Now, I'll show you why it's not a good idea to screw with the
Fighting Dojo *or* it's members."
"Bold wordsss, primate," Protopticon snorted. "But you have not
the ssskill to back them up."
And while Gads and Protopticon began a standoff, back in the main
battle Mara got up. After taking a moment to remove the green Ditto
from her chest, blushing red in the process, she looked around. No
Gads...no Monk-chan...wait! There he was, peeling himself off of the
ground, eyeing Vorge evilly.
"Monk-chan! Over here!" The Mankey, once identifying the source
of the voice, ran over to Mara.
"No, I don't know where Gads is. I don't see Protopticon
either...is that Mewtwo over there?!" Indeed, Mara looked to where the
nigh-omnipotent Pokémon was currently being brought down to its hands
and knees. "What could be doing *that* to such a powerful..."
Mara's question was answered when a Psybeam, flying out of
nowhere, entered the dampening field and dissipated almost instantly.
"What the...? A psychic attack...just...disappearing?
Something's up." Mara took notice of what was going on. Vorge was
wailing upon Doppler, who was doing the best he could to defend himself
against the strength of Vorge, but failing without his psychic
abilities to back him up. It seemed Mewtwo could not even *stand*, let
alone float like he normally did...
"Psychic attacks...are useless?" Mara's frown became a grin.
"So...basically, that means that the physically strong and the skilled
will succeed." Mara looked down at the claws on her hands. "Worth a
shot...strong Pokémon like Vorge, and skilled fighters like myself and
Monk-chan are at the advantage. If Gads were here as well, this would
be over in a snap."
Mara took a moment to build her courage. "But I'm the better
martial artist! I can do this. Come on, Monk-chan! We're going to
fight a giant! At least until Mewtwo is back up."
"MAN KEY!" Monk-chan just stared at Mara.
"Mewtwo's one of the good guys, Monk-chan. As for Vorge, this
time we have an advantage. No psychic attacks. Just don't stop
moving, and we'll be fine!"
"Man key!" Monk-chan nodded, and the pair started to work their
way toward the massive Vorge, hoping that they could at least help
stall until the psionic dampening field was out of action, and Mewtwo
would once again be able to fight.
By that time the psionic dampening field had about ninety seconds
of life left. Vorge was more than holding his own against Mewtwo, who
did not even have enough time to use his Recover move, and the relief
forces that had swarmed in, who were quickly getting squashed into a
bloody paste by Vorge's tremendous fists. Aerie was getting Seth as
far away from the battlefield as possible, while Slasher the Persian
was scurrying around the edge of the battlefield with the MissingNo
ball in his mouth. The splinter of Doppler's former army was
contemplating an immediate retreat. Doppler and Silly Putty, who for
the moment were free from Vorge's wrath, simply waited for the
dampening field to go down. Mara and Monk-chan were anticipating their
chance to strike.
And outside the field, it appeared that Protopticon was ready to
gain the upper hand over Gads. After landing a mighty roundhouse kick
that struck Gads in his right side, Protopticon started quickly
gathering energy. _I have ssseen Proteusss perform thisss move
before...what did he call it? Ah, yesss...the 'Machinegun Psssybeam.'
Well, I believe I ssshall put a new variation on what wasss already a
variation on a technique..._
Gads saw the Machinegun Psybeam coming. He covertly gathered
energy of his own, and was ready at a moment's notice to use the
psychic barrier technique that had saved him from the attack once
However, Panopticon had learned from Proteus's earlier mistakes.
Proteus had fired the Psybeams *directly* at Gads, and the barrier had
easily blocked most of the blasts. _But what if the attack ssstruck
the boy from a different angle?_ Protopticon thought, as he had
finally gathered sufficient psi energy into his hands.
Gads immediately put up the psychic barrier in front of him. "Hit
me with your best shot, Ditzilla," he taunted.
Protopticon then slammed his glowing fists into the ground. And
the Psybeams did not fly at Gads this time. Instead, the storm of
Psybeams erupted from the ground right below Gads like a psionic
volcano. The surprised Gads was struck by four Psybeams and blown
nearly ten feet into the air before falling outside the eruption's
"You have grossssly underessstimated me, boy," Protopticon
snarled, as he picked up the incapacitated Gads by the scruff of the
neck. "Now feel the sssting of your ignorance!" Protopticon carried
Gads back over to the Psybeam geyser and leaned Gads back into it. The
Dojo member shouted at a surprising decibel level as Psybeam after
Psybeam rammed into his back. By the time the barrage ended, Gads was
still alive, but he was hardly in fighting condition. Protopticon
casually tossed the boy aside and turned to deal with the relief forces
that were assailing Vorge. "Thessse humansss are becoming
"Hold it, chopperface!" a voice shouted from behind Protopticon.
"Don't go away mad!"
by Lordlocke and Karnivax
Protopticon whirled around, and standing behind him was a group he
knew all too well. It was Kyle and Jessica, along with the
free-roaming Pokémon that always accompanied them. Phoo the Cockroach
was sitting atop Jessica's shoulder.
"...Thisss development wasss highly improbable..." Protopticon
stammered, somewhat in disbelief that reinforcements had appeared out
"Well, this day's just full of surprises!" Torrasque responded.
"Rush the raptor!!!" Espio the Charizard shouted. Torrasque
handed Cathode the Pikachu to Kyle, then Torrasque, Espio, and Thanatos
the Gengar blitzed Protopticon all at once. Espio lambasted
Protopticon with a laser-like beam of fire, Torrasque proceeded to
Slash through the vital cables that Protopticon's body was swathed in,
and Thanatos smashed his illusionary - yet surprisingly solid - guitar
over Protopticon's head. The Ditto-saur had already used most of his
energy on the Machinegun Psybeam attack, and fell down quickly before
the might of the three Pokémon. The Pokémon trio attacked him
relentlessly, not even giving him the chance for a single
counterstrike. The team made it a point to destroy all of
Protopticon's projectile weapons first.
"That's taken care of," Kyle noted. "Now where's this 'master' of
his?" He looked over at his girlfriend, who had gone bug-eyed.
"Jessica, you feeling all right?"
Jessica grabbed Kyle's head and turned it so it was facing the
main battle. And so Kyle's first question was answered when he noticed
the gigantic purple saurian that was running Mewtwo and a human strike
force ragged. "Jeez...I...I sure hope that white thing with the purple
tail is the master..." Kyle stammered.
"That's *Mewtwo*!" Jessica cried. As a resident of Cerulean, she
had heard all about the inhabitants of the Underground Dungeon. "And
he's getting the crap kicked out of him!"
Thirty seconds or so remained of the psionic dampening field.
Vorge quickly formulated plans for what he would do to be ready for
when the field went down. Though he wanted Mewtwo alive, Vorge did not
want the feline regaining his powers before being subjugated. So Vorge
picked up the bloody Mewtwo by his tail and bellowed in his ears, "For
a while I wondered what this strange cord is that seemingly connects
the back of your head with your upper back. But now I believe I have
ascertained its purpose. It is an external part of a vessel for
transporting psi from your brain to the rest of your body, is it not?
Such a flawed design...were that vessel entirely
internal, it would not be nearly as vulnerable." With that, Vorge
raised one giant claw and cut through the cord that was sticking out of
Mewtwo's head. A spark of psi fell from one of the severed ends. Then
Vorge slammed Mewtwo to the ground and kicked the feline Pokémon into
what remained of the relief forces.
It was around that time that Mara and Monk-chan attacked. Mara
slashed Vorge's left heel with the claws on her hands...and scraped off
all of one scale from Vorge's reptilian skin. Mara glanced at the
claws after using them, and found that they were now completely bent
out of shape. Monk-chan's scratching attacks did even less.
"Admirable...but ultimately futile," Vorge boomed. He knocked
both Mara and the Mankey clear out of the unmarked arena with a wide
tailwhip. "Now, where was I? Blast this organic body and its weak
memory..." At that moment, Vorge at last took notice of Kyle and
Jessica's team. No one else posed any current threat to Vorge - or so
he thought - so the possessed Nidoking stomped Kyle's way. The psionic
dampening field dropped at last, but there was not much anyone could
do, even with the field down. Vorge had been correct about Mewtwo's
external psi vessel and its importance. Doppler and Silly Putty could
hardly even make a move without Vorge telepathically noticing and
intervening. Slasher was not quite sure yet how to activate the
MissingNo ball, or even how to aim it properly.
Kyle - whose father knew much about scientific activity on his
home of Cinnabar Island - knew about Mewtwo and his legendary power.
He recognized that Mewtwo had the best hope of winning the battle, but
with that strange cord of his severed, Mewtwo was not of much use.
While he was still outside of Vorge's long reach, Kyle pulled his
roll of duct tape out of his backpack and sprinted at full speed around
the lumbering Vorge. Vorge had no intent of simply splattering Kyle;
he wanted the boy who had meddled in so many of his plans to die a slow
and agonizing death.
That was, until Vorge telepathically picked up Kyle's plan. Vorge
started charging up for a psi-blast in both hands...but he did not aim
his hands at Kyle. Instead, he pointed one in the direction of
Jessica, Cathode, and Phoo, and the other at the three Pokémon that had
at last knocked out the thrashing Protopticon. "Do not step any closer
to Mewtwo," Vorge warned Kyle, "or your companions will be vaporized."
Vorge did not seriously view Mewtwo as a threat any more; even if Kyle
succeeded in what he was planning, there was little doubt in Vorge's
mind that Mewtwo would be too worn out to continue fighting.
Kyle stopped in his tracks, then looked back at his friends.
Torrasque whispered something to Phoo, then winked at Kyle. Torrasque,
Cathode, Espio, Thanatos, and Phoo all stood close by Jessica, and
Vorge decided he would need only one blast. Vorge decided to focus his
telepathy on Torrasque's thoughts. "So...your Scyther friend thinks he
can deflect my shot," a laughing Vorge informed Kyle. "But consider
this, boy. If he fails to deflect it, and he undoubtedly will, all of
your friends will be dust."
Torrasque winked again. Kyle had no idea what the Scyther was
really planning, but he decided he would have to trust Torrasque on
this one. Kyle resumed his run toward Mewtwo.
"Have it your way, infidel!" Vorge roared. Just as Kyle reached
Mewtwo, Vorge let the psionic beam fly. And mere milliseconds before
it could hit, Phoo teleported himself and the other intended targets
twenty feet away from the blast. The team was treated to a nice light
show as the psi-blast exploded. "What...?!"
And so Kyle was able to duct-tape Mewtwo's psi vessel back
together, thus putting the cord-like organ in a good position to start
healing and reconnecting the two pieces enough to allow psi to flow
through the vessel once again. "Kitty, I sure hope you remember what I
did for you next time you get the urge for human blood on your
hands..." Kyle said to the rapidly Recovering omni-cat.
The first thing that Mewtwo did once his massive power was surging
through him again was give Kyle a psionically-assisted backhand to the
face. "Never...*ever*...call me that," the feline snarled.
Vorge's tail nailed Mewtwo in the side mere milliseconds after the
white cat backhanded Kyle. Mewtwo's head bashed into a tree, but he
managed to stay conscious. It was not until Vorge slammed Mewtwo with
one fist a few moments later that Mewtwo was stunned. With the feline
out of the way temporarily, Vorge quickly decided to dispense with
Jessica, Phoo, and the four nearby Pokémon. Much faster than Phoo
could gather energy for another mass teleport, Vorge gathered energy
for another psi-blast. This psi-blast was such that it could home in
on targets' minds...even if the group tried to dodge the blast, it
would catch them in due time.
Torrasque decided he would have to make good - *very* good - on
his earlier claim. "Everyone duck behind me!" he shouted, as he
jumped out in front of the group. "I'm going to try and deflect this
"And what if you *fail*?" Espio queried.
"Well...judging by the size of his earlier blast...our deaths
should be quick and painless!" Torrasque nervously responded.
"Great...we're putting our lives in the hands of a Pokémon that
doesn't even have hands," Espio snorted, as he curled up into a scaly
ball and took Phoo, Jessica, and Cathode literally under his wings. A
nervous puff of smoke rose from his nares. Thanatos pulled out his
guitar and played R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World As We Know It."
Vorge snickered at Torrasque's bravado, then finally launched the
relatively low-power psi-blast in the Scyther's direction. Torrasque
stood with his left blade back as the lumbering psi-blast flew lazily
toward him. And as soon as the blast was within range, Torrasque
Slashed at the cohesive psionic beam with all of his might...
...and knocked it back about five feet. Espio opened his eyes
briefly. "Holy crap...'Rasque just might do it!"
Torrasque charged and Slashed again, knocking the blast closer to
its source. Considerable amounts of psi hit Torrasque each time he
swung at the beam, but he kept going on. On the third Slash, Torrasque
found that his left arm was starting to come loose, so he continued
Slashing with his right. His body felt as if it were gradually being
torn apart at the seams, and the scales on his skin were quickly
burning away. Still he advanced onward, quickly pushing the psi-blast
Torrasque's own deterioration seemed immaterial to him at that
point; he knew that the lives of many others outweighed his one. It
was very rare to see Pokémon sacrifice themselves for others; most
Pokémon, when faced with life-threatening situations, let animal
instincts get the best of them and looked out solely for their own
well-being. But Torrasque's brain, being an uneven blend of human and
Scyther brain cells, had no such instincts. Torrasque could rely only
on his embryonic humanity.
If Vorge had one fault at that point, it was emotion. Having
transferred himself into an organic body, Vorge was starting to
experience emotions for the first time...namely surprise. So shocked
was Vorge by Torrasque's deflecting of the psi-blast that it did not
occur to the Nidoking to augment the blast with his other hand.
And finally, after seven straight Slashes, the psi-blast was
returned to sender. Torrasque deflected the blast upward on the last
Slash, and the psi-blast struck Vorge right in the face.
The purple beast covered its face with its hands and shouted, "My
eyes...my eyes!!!" Vorge stumbled around blindly, shooting weak psi
shots every which way. Torrasque, looking unsteady, simply stood in
When Mewtwo stood again, his eyes lit up as he finally saw his
chance to dispense a little retribution. He hovered into the air and
flew at Vorge like a bullet, landing an earthshaking punch on Vorge's
giant snout. As Vorge reeled, Mewtwo hammered the Nidoking in the
chest with a flying kick, knocking Vorge over on to his back. He then
grabbed Vorge by the tail, lifted the tremendous beast over his head,
spun him around a few times, and then slammed Vorge to the ground with
a force that would have registered rather high on the Richter scale of
any nearby seismologists.
Mewtwo hovered a few feet above Vorge and prepared to unleash what
was possibly the most powerful attack in all of Pokédom: Psychic. "I
must say, I am loath to annihilate a being with powers such as
yours..." Mewtwo told Vorge. "Fortunately, such moments pass quickly.
Prepare to meet whichever silicon deity you worship."
But before Mewtwo could fire the Psychic attack, he was
interrupted by the shout of another feline: "Purrrsiannn!" Mewtwo
actually sweatdropped. The Psychic attack was never fired.
Slasher slammed the MissingNo ball on the ground next to Vorge,
then everyone who could ran for cover as the spheroid opened and
unleashed its fearsome wrath upon the fallen Nidoking. Blinding,
psychedelic waves of energy erupted from the ball, then meandered and
danced about in the sky before violently crashing into Vorge and slowly
tearing through his armored hide by disintegrating the very atoms of
its being. Vorge's last words: "So...this...this is what...pain feels
The second that the Nidoking started to shrink back down to normal
- showing that Vorge had been removed - Slasher carefully closed the
veritable Pandora's Box that was the MissingNo ball. When the Nidoking
returned to normal, closer inspection revealed that even with several
holes having been blasted in its hide, the hardy Nidoking was clinging
to life. Kyle quickly threw an empty Pokéball at the creature...and
caught it effortlessly. "Cool! Free Pokémon!" Kyle exclaimed. "I'm
up to twelve!" Everyone who was not
currently incapacitated let out a collective sigh of relief.
The first thing Gads asked when Mara helped him to his feet was,
"Where'd Protop go?"
Mara looked all around the battlefield, and the only answer she
could offer was, "I...I don't know...he must have escaped or teleported
away somewhere along the line."
Gads sneered angrily. "I'll fix that tin-plated lizard *some*
Jessica got up from under the shelter of Espio's wings and started
to approach Torrasque, who had not budged from the spot he had been
standing in ever since deflecting Vorge's projectile.
"Torrasque...that was incredible!" Jessica praised. "You did it!
Before Jessica could finish her sentence, Torrasque fell to his
knees, then slumped flat against the ground.
"TORRASQUE!!!" Kyle shouted, forgetting all about the malice he
had bore toward Torrasque back on Indigo Plateau. He sprinted at full
speed over to where the Scyther lay fallen. He rolled Torrasque over
on to his back, and found that somewhere along the line, the psi-blast
had gotten close enough to Torrasque to blow a sizeable hole in his
chest. He was bleeding everywhere. "Holy shit...we have to get you to
a Pokécenter now! Espio, get over -"
"No...don't bother...the wound's t - too severe. It...it's (ungh)
all over for me," Torrasque weakly interrupted. "And c - considering
that I made you want to (urk) k - kill me earlier...I wouldn't...I
wouldn't say this is (ungh) any big l - loss for you..."
"Don't talk like that, Torrasque..." Kyle responded. "We've been
best friends for six years. What I did in Indigo was out of rage...you
know how I can be...and your life was in no danger. Something dark
inside of me wanted to kill you...but it was a fleeting impulse that I
wouldn't let myself act upon.
"If what I did in Indigo forfeited our entire friendship for
you...let me give you my heartfelt apology while I still can...I'm
sorry, Torrasque. I'm sorry I couldn't have been a better trainer for
Torrasque grinned slightly, finally recognizing the bond he shared
with Kyle clearly. "Kyle...I didn't (ungh) even know the m - meaning
of the word f - f - friend until I met you. If you hadn't t - trained
me as well as you (urk) did...if you...if you hadn't (ack) taught me
about selflessness and what-not...I probably would've just run like
hell and l - let Jessica and the (urk) others get t - toasted a few
minutes ago." He tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough instead.
"You...you're the b - best trainer a Pokémon like m - me (ungh) could
Kyle was surprised to receive the sudden compliment. He was
unsure of how to respond.
"T - t - take good care of (ungh) Cathode for me," Torrasque went
on, his voice growing ever weaker. "T - tell Atropos I'll love her
always...and tell Jessica that I hope...I hope she (ack) finds where
the k - kids went...with her g - g - genes in them, I...I know they'll
t - turn out fine..." Torrasque then closed his eyes. "I'll miss all
of you g - guys...but who knows...m - maybe I'll get l - lucky and
(urk) be r - reincarnated...m - maybe I'll be back s - some day..."
"I think your current incarnation will be pretty much impossible
to top," Kyle added with tears in his eyes, but his comment fell on
deaf tympana. Torrasque had already passed on.
::goes into Icy mode:: So, what do you think?
--K * A * R * N * I * V * A * X--
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