Poké Wars: Blue Hope (Part 2)

Hello again little monsters it is time to go back to the world of Poké Wars, in the first part we saw two mechanical pokémon escape from Princess Rita’s ship the Vikavolt, after it was assaulted by Mewtwo’s evil forces led by Dark Blader. With the stolen plans for a secret weapon called the MAS STAR Rotom W kept talking about a secret mission but the magneton 3-people did not want to hear any of it so they separate ways. Only to get captured by mysterious creatures. As fate would have it a young Riolu named Rioluke Skypuncher is in need for some magnets and a washer right in that moment as he and his uncle Unowen travel to a Patrat Sandcrawler. To read up on that part of the story you can click here to go to part 1. If you need a brush up on who the characters were again check out part 0!

Chapter 4: For the last time

A Drowzee was approaching the large Bisharp standing in the conference room of the houndoom shaped Doom Cruiser. ‘Lord Blader, we have scoured every inch of the Vikavolt  and there are no traces of the stolen plans whatsoever’. The Drowzee gulps as he can sense the metallic man emitting a dark Aura. ‘Did anyone get away admiral’ Dark Blader says in the most cold of tones. ‘No my lord, one escape pod launched but we detected no life signs on board it seems like that woman made a mis………’  Before Drowzee can finish his sentence he grabs his throat as it seems to close up by an exterior force. ‘You have disappointed me for the last time admiral, clearly those plans must have been on that escape pod’. Using the move Throat Chop from a distance Dark Blder finishes of the poor drowzee who falls to the ground lifeless. He addresses the Hypno with the tar on his chin. ‘Smogon Tar Chin, you better do something about the failure of your subordinate or the next one who will fall shall be you’.   The hypno clenches his throat as he feels the aura dancing around it. ‘I will send the clone troopers right away Lord Blader.’

Meanwhile Rioluke and his uncle had arrived at the Patrat sandcrawler. It had been a bit of a hike with the speeder bike out of commision but it had given the pair a chance to have a good heart to heart. The Riolu’s unown uncle had told the boy he really could be replaced in just two good seasons. The two bonded a bit over how fast Rioluke had grown and how uncle Unowen would miss the boy he always had considered as his son. While the mood between the two was still a bit tense they both knew they loved each other. Now they had traveled far towards Outskirts Stand, which was in the middle of the Sea of Sand to not only fix their broken relationship but also Rioluke’s landspeeder but also replace Aunt Natu’s  washing machine. The Patrat were displaying various goods. Unowen immidiatly spotted a washing machine that looked great to him. Waking closer to expect it he was already negotiating the price. Patrat were unable to produce normal speech but with nods within a few moments Unowen had bought himself a new washing machine. Meanwhile the riolu was looking for a new suspension system but the only thing of the sorts was a shiny Magneton. ‘How much for the shiny?’ he asked. The Patrat showed 3 fingers. ‘Three hundred poké?’

The fighting type pokemon looked sad the price seemingly to steep for him when the magneton suddenly spoke. ‘I beg your pardon young man but we must say that 300 poké for us is quite a steal, we speak all pokémon languages, posses levivate and are schooled in both etiquette and diplomacy.’  Rioluke sighed. ‘I just need you to fix my Landspeeder’ to which the golden hued cluster of magnets replied. ‘I do possess the potential to let something magnet rise as well , so I can assure you I am well fit for the ask as well as many others. ‘It’s fine luke my son..’ the unown said. I will cover that for you.  The rioluke beckoned the magnet over as the Patrat came closer to strike the deal. While pushing the washing machine across the sand suddenly unownen noticed something. ‘Hey Patrat.. are you trying to trick us? This washing machine has a C for it’s energy label! What are you trying to pull of here?’ The patrats squeeled disgruntedly. ‘No i am not buying something that can cause even more heat on this planet.. so off with it .. I want an economic model.’  The letter O pokemon was bouncing up and down upset and angered. ‘Master now that I am in your services may I suggest purchasing that orange washing machine over there?’ It is possessed by an electric ghost so it will never consume power and will only run out if it faints.. a quick revive and it is good to go again. The washing machines traded places and Unowen was happy that this washing machine could actually levitate across the desert himself. On the way back the old sigil and the young dog had a conversation…for the last time. 

Chapter 5: Off on a secret mission

Early the next morning Rioluke was woken up by 3-people who sounded upset. I am so sorry master.. please do not scrap us… I told him I vouched for him and he could absolutely not do this ..but he kept going on about some secret mission! I really tried to stop him.’  Rioluke rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and asked ‘What are you talking about’ The trio of magnets in panic replied. ‘Rotom W of course master ,he took of on his mission about an hour ago’  Rioluke shot up in his bed. ‘No no no.. if my aunt doesn’t have her washing machine we can not wash the Miltank ‘s cuddle quilt! If they aren’t happy they wont give enough Blue Blue Milk and I am stuck here for another season. We gotta find him what else do you know’
The Rioluke quickly got up and began gathering some supplies. ‘Well master he kept going on about some man called Obi the Kadabra. He wants to go seek him as the princess ordered’  Rioluke turned around quickly ‘A princess?’The magneton nodded ‘Yes she was captured aboard the starship we were on.. she kept whispering stuff to the washing machine said she had something for him to hand to this Kadabra person.’  Rioluke replied while fetching a stick like weapon ‘Could this Kadabra have evolved into an Alakazam?’ The magnets bobbed in the air as if trying to give a shrug. ‘I do not know master , they do share the same evolutionary line so it would indeed be possible, however the criteria for an Alakzam are quite strict.’ His master however was barely listening and preparing his landspeeder. ‘Magneton use Magnet Rise to make my speeder fly again’ Rioluke would speed away from home to find the droid heading towards the territory where Alakazam was rumored to dwell , hoping he could find the washing machine before something bad happend to it. Luke new very well what dwelled in that area! Sandshrew People!

Rotom Wash was merrily bleeping as he was on his way to Kadabra’s last known location.  He would complete his secret mission and get a kiss from the beautiful princess for being a hero!  The washing machine looked around the cliff walls he was traversing remembering the first time he was captured.. that would not happen to him again. Listening closes he could hear the sounds of something what seemed like a donkey that mated with a seal in the distance far far away, no traps on top of the cliffs either. He was almost there.. just a twenty minute walk west.  Somewhere in the hills close to Phenac City and Pyrite Town. That was where he would earn his medal. The Seal-Donkey sounds came closer as Rotom W analysed that chances of his success. Anything living out here would mostly likely use ground type moves, he was immune to those, he should be safe. Suddenly he noticed some yelling though! ‘W it is us?! Rioluke and 3-people, please wait’. Rotom was unable to outspeed the landspeeder anyway so he decided to obey orders for now allowing our protagonist and the nervous little sidekick to catch up to him. ‘Why  did you run away little guy? Why didn’t you tell me about your mission’ Rioluke would look at the washing machine in a dissapointed manner. ‘That is right Master Rioluke was worried sick about you.. not me I do not care much i you die.. but he is our new master we should at least do our best… Master Rioluke , I am sure, has enough of your antics’ Rioluke turned around and said. ‘No I am going to help him! If the princess needs our help it must be worth our time’  Magneton ‘s eyes turned smug! ‘See , W , we are going back home exactly as I……whhhhaaaaat?’ The magnets looked at the fighting type baffled. ‘Oh come one 3-people it will be an adventure it will be the most fun we will have on this planet for two seasons , besides what is the worst that can happen.’ Haven not even spoken those words fully yet Rioluke heard the Seal Donkey sounds from very up close.. as one of the Sandshrew people hit him with a ferocious tackle..knocking Rioluke to a ledge below. 

Chapter 6: But that would lead them……..

The first thing Rioluke saw was not one but at least three Sandshrew people on the cliffs he fell off from, two more near their totem-gogoats. This was looking bad. They would definitely crush him to death or use those defunct home made capture beams to surely send him to the pc.. or even in the glitch. Crawling back to his feet their ferocious war cry bosomed fear even into the likes of the magneton and the rotom wash. With the sandshrew being electric types both of them would miss their best offensive moves.If they would be smacked to the ground by them.. their electric typing would make them super vulnerable to ground type attacks as well. ‘Leave them alone’ Riolu would yell, one of the Sandshrew balled up and hit him again. A super annoying alert begin to fill Riolu’s head, he was close to fainting, this could not be the end! A sand attack from a third sandshrew prevented him from counter attacking blinding his sights. His fist hitting only the sky , very true to his namesake. His world was dark, awaiting the final blow in utter blindness he suddenly began hearing some ghostly noises. Was this the sound of the pokémon in the box? Were these the sounds of what they came to call “Bill?’ Suddenly he felt a small whack against his forehead.. nothing that hurt him enough to faint.. just a tab by what felt like a small egg like object.  ‘Foolish Boy, you should not have come here this unprepared’ Alakazam whacked the riolu with his spoon once more. Rioluke who began to regain his sight a bit just saw a yellow shape in front of him. ‘What are you even doing here boy?’ the man like pokémon grumpily asked. ‘My Washing Machine is looking for someone named Obi the Kadabra, we are visiting Alakzam to see if they are related. The princess needs Obi the Kadabra’. The Alakazam sighed. “Get that sand out of your eyes and follow me, we have a lot to talk about’

Alakazam took Rioluke and the mechanical pokémon back to his home where he revealed to them that indeed he was once Obi the Kadabra, general in the army of the Galatic Monarchy  and Poké Knight of the Poké Order. He even confessed to having known Rioluke’s father.  ‘You knew my father?’ Rioluke’s ears twitched as he heard that. ‘Yes , much like me he was a brave poké knight, strong with Aura, he was supposed to bring balance too the aura until  Dark Blader meant his end. ‘My father was killed by Dark Blader?’ Riolu looked upset, having been told his parents had died this was still a harsh fact to deal with. ‘Luke I sense you are strong in the aura like him, perhaps you can even be a Poké Knight one day. However lets focus on the task at hand, you said this washing machine had a message for me?’ On this cue Rotom W opened a little drawer normally meant for suds to go in the machine revealing a tiny USB device.  The mustachioed psychic pokémon took it out. A I see it is hidden in the Technical Machine for Focus Blast.. this princess is a smart one. The Pokémon placed the device against his head as by magic t seemed to resonate with him. He looked quite serious. Rioluke, this little washing machine holds the plans for a weapon of great power, A weapon that can capture entire planets.’ Rioluke looked shocked. ‘Entire planets…that is terrible, we must get this in the ands of the rebels then. The overlord can not be allowed to build this weapon.. and if he does the rebels should know how to destroy it. Where do we need to bring this? I am coming along! … but wait… … the overlord, he must want these plans back … if they knew these pokémon landed on this planet.. than the trail would lead them back………. home’!’

Question to my Readers:

What is your favorite scene from A New Hope? 

And that is where we will be leaving things for this week.  Next week we will meet our third and final main character for this story. Rioluke will face some nasty surprises and Rita will also be popping by. Lots of Poké Wars for you to enjoy still to go! The Pinkest Poké Blogger is blasting off again!

Poké Wars: Blue Hope (Part I)

Finally the time is upon is to start a story I promised someone a long long time ago. We will see a familiar story unfold in a new way as we retell Star Wars Episode IV New Hope. Earlier I told you about Poké Wars Generation IV : Blue Hope already. In part 0 I explained some of the main characters that will be featured in this story and my reasons behind them. If you feel confused to what Pokémon I am using check it out there. As for now please enjoy my story.

Chapter 1: Laundering Plans

A galariaan cruiser is flying through the space of the Outer Region quickly. The Vikavolt V3 may have once looked pristine but the exterior is now scarred with burns of capture beams, paralyze beams and even some frozen protrusions can be seen. It is losing speed fast as a dark vessel in pursuit ever draws closer. Its being chased by a Doom Cruiser, one of the flagships of Galactic Overlord Mewtwo. Wonders of technology based on the Pokémon Houndoom. Hellhounds is what these ships are nicknamed, because houndoom quite looks like that with dark skin.. a fire red maw and bony protrusions sticking out everywhere. It’s pointed tail and goat like horns give it a devil like quality that has been copied onto this ship.   These ships hunt down those who dare to rebel against the overlord and his cloned armies. As a volley of red and green beams is are being exchanged between the buglike and doglike ship one of the hellhounds beams manages to strike the Vikavolts engine room..capturing their engine. The rebel ship is now dead in space.

Inside the ship an utmost annoying alarm is going off while brave but basic pokémon make their way to the docking bay, where they are sure to be boarded soon. A look of fear in all of their eyes as they know they are about to get into a battle they can not win. They would certainly get hit by a capture beam if they would try to use the escape pods. Even if they used decoys the technology would allow any organic lifeform to be detected by scanners, allowing the Doom Cruiser to pick of the proper once. THis battle would be their last stand and they would face it armed to the teeth.. and with ridiculous looking helmets. Soon a light began to erupt from the docking bay doors. In the top corner the corners of the door began to melt. 

Meanwhile princess Rita was scurrying of in a dark corner. The Gothorita looked grumpy, like she always did.. but today she was in a even grumpier mood than ever.  The princess of the planet Galaraan knew she would be killed or captured, most likely captured so she could reveal the location of the rebel gym and hand over the plans some brave people gave their lives for. She had to get them off the ship and out of the hands from the overlord or everything would be lost. She sat on a washing machine that suddenly reacted to her.  For some reason it could only react in some beeps and bloops that were programmed into the washing machine. ‘I do not understand you… who are you anyway?’ said the Princess confused.  The washing machine pokémon stared back at her and emitted a series of bleeps, when suddenly tree magnets that had been hiding on a shelve began to talk. ‘He says his name his name is Rotom W (double U), he is an electric ghost that one day possessed a washing machine to pull a prank on me but now he can’t get out.’ The magnets floated off the shelf making a formal motion to the princess as best as they could.  It had a golden hue across their magnets but one of them was silver, something a lot of people would never notice. ‘Our name is Fe-3-people, but mostly people refer to us as 3 people, we are your humble servants princess’ Princess Rita checked out her non organic companions as in her head a plan began to form. ‘W, could you open your door for me? I have some dirty laundry I need to put inside!’

Chapter 2:  Enter Dark Blader

The door of the docking bay burst open as the cloned pokémon stormed into the room.  A bit to eagerly, one cloned Zubat bumped his head on the doorway sending it tumbling through the sky before it would land on the floor. The cloned pokémon looked ‘odd’ stripped of their pigmentation because Mewtwo had used his own DNA to fill in the holes. Their eyes black and soulless , bred this way as a tool of intimidations, Mewtwo’s soldiers were quite scary to look at.  However a a side effect off the eyes being bred to look scary it had really harm the clone-troopers eyesight. Their accuracy was as bad as any other pokémon that had been hit with the move Smokescreen three turns in a row. Yet this time they where on quite a lucky roll as a gunfight ensued. One by one each of the Pokémon fired their beam gun at each other. These guns were fitted with technology to capture a pokémon based on an ancient technology by a now eliminated species they called the Rakata, big giant pink skinned pokémon that were smarter than them but with way less battle prowess. These Rakata used balls to seal pokémon inside after which they would be used in combat for the Rakata’s pleasures. But the species had since vanished from the galaxy after they all started infighting over stupid stuff. Since pokemon could not hold these balls or they would be captured they adapted them into rifles and beam swords. Since a Pokémon can not own a pokémon however the capture pokémon would be send somewhere beyond this reality. The Pale Zubat that had hit the doorway had finally recovered and fired a confuse ray at the rebels. The confused geodude  rebel’s turn was next as he readied his rifle he felt his head spin. “I’ll send you to Bill .. Overlordian scum’ he said while firing his rifle inside his own hand as he began to fade into someones pc. 

A big beam of light suddenly was lit as a Bisharp entered the room, holding a red tinted humming capture beam saber. The Rebels tried to fire at him in their turn, but by using Sucker Punch he got to move first, dragging his sword over them and sending them in the process. Many rebels threw down their weapons hoping they would be imprisoned rather than captured in the other way. The Bisharp commanded a cloned Pikachu alongside a cloned Squirtle and Bulbasaur to find the princess and the plans and he would clean up here. ‘Yes Lord Blader”  The pikachu said while bowing. Pikachu new Dark Blader was strong in Aura, a force of some kind only accessible to some pokémon. Aura much like Pokémon came in two types. The Dark and Light Type, or the aura of death and life respectively. In ancient time this aura was created by Ultra Necrozma or so it was said, which it had used to create Totem Pokémon. Mewtwo..was one of these totem pokémon when he ordered the execution of all others except for Dark Blader. Nowadays there were only a handful of stragglers left and Dark Blader hunted them down being strong in the dark side of the aura. Representing Ultra Necrozma’s darkside. He had the power to apply phyiscal moves from a distance ..  a powerful ability indeed, he should not fail him. Pikachu encountered princess Rita at the escape pods who was putting on a little show, that Pikachu and his squad completely believed. ‘Oh dear me.. I am such a helpless woman.. I wanted to escape in an escape pod and while trying to open the door I accidentally launched it.. ‘ Pikachu grinned at the woman’s s misery. He set his rifle to paralyse and as princess Rita dashed towards the next escape pod she got hit by a paralyzing wave. ‘Lord Blader will be pleased.. take her to him right now’ Pikachu commanded to the Bulbasaur and Squirtle. They took the psychic lady towards the menacing dark type. The paralysed princess smirked towards Dark Blader and made a biting remark towards him. ‘Lord Blader.. the Overlords Lapdog to what do I have the honour’ The Steel dark type looked at her and with a very metallic voice spoke to her. ‘Where are the plans princess?’ She looked at him cold and said ‘I am afraid I must have left them in my other pants’ Dark Blader chuckled a bit. ‘Princess if you do not tells us where the rebel gym is or where you hid the plans we have ways to make you talk’

Chapter 3: Blue Blue Milk

The escape pod was tumbling towards the planet of Tat-Orre the two mechanical life forms in it held in place by some form of artificial gravity unaware they were being scanned by the Doom Cruiser. A Hypno with his hands folded behind his back was staring at it asked a Drowzee for a report. ‘There is no life forms aboard of that escape pod sir, it must have been a woman who pushed a wrong button’ The Smogon smirked. “Women’ .. A Smogon was the highest rank a pokémon could get in the armies of Mewtwo. It stood for someone who had proper effort values , a decent nature and a strong moveset. Among the Hypno’s this old man who named himself Tar Chin, after the decoration he gave himself, was the best of the best. ‘Let it go then’ the man said. No use firing a capture beam on an empty escape pod. The staff of the Doom Cruiser stared at the escape pod until it entered the atmosphere of the desert planet.  Inside said escape pod everything began to shake as final landing had been initiated. ‘Ooh Goodness Oh dear.. we are to young to die’  the golden magnets set sounding quite stressful. The washing machine simply omitted some cheerful sounds. ‘How can you be excited at a time like this W we are crashing on an unknown planet’ Fe-3-people bit towards the washing machine which blooped merrily in response. ‘An adventure and secret mission?… What exactly did that princess whisper to you while she was shoving things inside you?’ 3 people would have ranted more at the washing machine but at that moment the pod dug itself into some desert sand. They had landed.

Climbing outside the pot the pair stared at the endless sands and the double sun. The scorching heat around them was unnoticed by the pair yet the magnets seemed to complain anyway. ‘This heat will warp our dimensions and the sand will get everywhere..we do not want to be soften by the sunlight before a wild predator attacks us’ After that the mechanical creature spun its magnets around and turned to Rotom Wash. ‘I detect a settlement about one route south from here we should go there’ W responded with some ferocious bleeping. What do you mean you want to go north, there is nothing there according to my sensors’ 3-people responded only to be met with an immediate determined bleep response. ‘Your mission is there?! Well I am not sure we agreed on this mission.. I am not going there, if you want to go there to die that’s fine by me..but I will make my way to the settlement.’  Rotom wash looked at 3-people a bit sad and than turned his back to him blooping annoyedly. ‘You are already dead?! You are a ghost type? Well excuse me for wanting to save my own life you selfish little washing machine I shall go south’ Rotom Wash and 3-people began to go their separate ways, both feeling a bit sad to have been abandoned by the other but their own goal was the most sensible one. About an hour of walking in W reached a rocky canyon. I hope 3-people is going to be alright , it thought to itself before noticing some falling rocks. It’s eyes scouring the canyon searching for life. Suddenly two pairs of red and yellow eyes lit up from a dark space and some critter sounds could be heard.  Before W could even let out a bleep a powerful beam was fired at the washing machine, electrical short circuiting the washing machine.. a short melody began to play before it powered down.. Rotom had fainted.

‘Rioluke? ….RIOLUKE?’ Unowen the old letter was floating towards his adoptive son’s domicile dome.. ‘Rioluke did you milk the shiny Miltanks yet?’ The letter entered the room to find out his boy wasn’t there. He sighed knowing exactly where the boy would be hanging out. As he climbed the hills he saw the young boy playing in his landspeeder, shooting at wompratttata with great success. Unowen could not help but smile, Rioluke’s reflexes were the greatest his had ever seen. The boy felt trapped on this planet, but since the letter pokémon nor his wife Natu had any hands he needed him around for just one or two more harvests. After he sold two more harvest of blue blue milk he would be able to send the boy of to pilot school and hire a farmhand. ‘Rioluke!’ He shouted once more.. this time the Riolu heard him, the blue doglike pokemon lost his concentration and hit a rock formation with his landspeeder which in turn seemed to malfunction. The boy tumbled outside his speeder as it was unable to keep his altitude up. ‘Thanks uncle, now look at what you made me do’ Rioluke shouted at him annoyedly. Now I am going to replace the levitation magnets! ‘Did you milk the Miltanks?’ Unowned asked. ‘Yes uncle of course.. like every day.. and every day for the next two shitty years of my life’  Rioluke responded clearly frustrated. ‘Son… I know you are not happy about this… and I wish your aunt and me could help you sooner, but things haven’t been the best for us in the last two seasons but I promise you, just two more seasons and you can go’ Rioluke began climbing up the rocks towards his uncle. ‘That’s what you said two seasons ago’ Unowen sighed. ‘I am sorry.. hey look let me make it up to you a bit.. your aunt Natu broke the washing machine I am going to buy a new one, how about you go along and I’ll buy you some of those magnets to fix your landspeeder? The Patrat Sandcrawler is stopping nearby anyway. Unowen saw a smile appear on the Riolus face, which was slightly bigger than a normal Riolu, as he stood there on top of the cliff with one of the suns setting behind him he had a hero like quality. Maybe the boy he had accepted as his son was indeed meant for greater things. In his head some copyrighted music played as he saw that brave little Pokémon both not realising this would be one of their final moments together.

Question to my readers:

What is your favorite Star Wars character? (NB there is a wrong answer)

So we  have come to the end of our first part of this epic journey. This trip will take us some time to complete. A tale of old friends with new faces, , of intertwining fates and franchises and simply a lot of fun awaits. I love doing these stories and I do hope you like them as well!
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