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Season 2, Episode 4.2 - Dawn of the Second Day
“Today’s meeting is in order,” said the man at the front of the table as the assembled members, staff, Champions and representatives sat down. “We’re all here to discuss the situation our two governments have proposed. Commander Morrison, you have the table.”
Jack Morrison stood at the circular table, clearing his throat. “Thank you Councilman. I am Jack Morrison, Commander of Overwatch. Our Earth’s government has requested that due to the state of the interdimensional flux, coupled with numerous intrusions of Pokemon, Ultra Beasts and the consistency of Team Rainbow Rocket incidents incurring on Alola, it can no longer, in good faith provide aid without a means of reparation. Our requests are as follows:
Article 1: Return of the Overwatch Members, Staff and Aid on site in Melemele Island effective as of January 15th.
Article 2: Access to Aether Foundation Research and Development on Interdimensional Travel, and Technology.
Article 3: Access to the Inter-spacial items known as Arceus Plates, and securing them for study in the Overwatch Technological Bay.”
At the end of the last bit, several members looked ready to protest as Jack laid down the folder. The man looked older than expected, a veteran of years and he seemed very much pained despite his order.
“Thank you Commander Morrison. The terms have been heard. A retort?”
“A retort is probably a bit of an understatement.” came the voice of Cynthia. “Access to the Arceus Plates would simply not do. These items are of interest towards those who worship Arceus itself and find the idea of those who were deemed unchosen to hold them to be… sacrilegious? Might be a bit harsh, but still…”
“Please, they’re just power generators,” scoffed one of the Representatives, a weedy man with a thin face and red hair. This made several of the Sinnoh reps beat their hands on the table angrily. “I’m only saying the truth! One of those could power an energy station for centuries and you’re just letting it whittle away in a church!”
“Representative Justin Hammer, that is clearly out of line,” said the officiary.
Justin Hammer shrugged. “Glomgold sees it my way.”
“Ye darn right I do!” Glomgold said. “Half of the stuff Aether is keeping locked up could do anything! I mean, even that ridiculous boot those soldiers brought back has enough power to light up a town and the one who wore it pretends to be a ‘superhero’!”
“We are not going to start converting everything those Fallers have into oddball power sources.” Cynthia said, sighing.
“And why the hell not.” said Justin, scowling. “I can do it. I have the tech, the means, I’m smarter than the Tony Stark they have on staff, I made all of those troopers, I can outwit anything they throw at us!”
“You’re out of line Rep Hammer, cool down,” said the officiary and Hammer bit down but sat down, if angrily.
Jack stood up again, trying to smooth over the situation. “Overwatch was meant to be a peacekeeping group. It’s in our charter, but this… this is out of line, even for us, and I take full responsibility.”
“If you intend on taking full responsibility, Mr. Morrison, then perhaps alternate plans are in order.” came the voice of Lance, Kanto’s champion. “We simply have no idea what will happen if the items are removed from this world. It could go far beyond than simple angry protests.”
“Eh, consequences, schmonsequences…” Glomgold said, dismissing Lance’s warning.
“You can’t honestly mean that!” Exclaimed a young voice from the side, Unova’s newest and most recent Champion, Iris who stood up, slamming her hands on the table. “I’ve seen what happens when a Legendary is upset! It can cause a whole lot of trouble, right Ash?”
“I’m gonna have to agree with Iris,” said Ash, nodding. “I’ve seen, battled, rode on, and commanded too many Legendaries into battle to even think of trying such a stunt. Even Arceus himself at his full strength is a frightening thing to have at your fingertips. Imagine what would happen if someone had half his power to run a city, let alone a third of it.”
Glomgold’s response? Daydreaming. Cackling like a loon at the idea.
“He’s a lost cause…” Cynthia said, sighing.
Flint, Sinnoh’s own Elite Four member, folded his hands. “What do you intend to do, Commander Morrison? You want to make amends, and yet you’ve been stonewalling us. What is it that you really want?”
Jack looked at the group of Champions, earnest eyes peering at them. “It was never our intent to occupy Alola, or force your people out. We were here to help, much like we said.”
“So?” asked Flint. “Why now? This seems sudden. To go about things so quickly.”
Jack seemed reluctant to reply, but then suddenly, Justin tossed a pencil on the table loudly. “Oh this dramatic tension! It brings tears to my eyes! You want to know the reason why he’s been forced to do this? It’s because his own best friend went MIA in a mission in your world. That’s right! And now his government wants to blame YOU ALL for it! Ain’t that great! My people, want to hold your people, responsible for the missing case of Gabriel Reyes… leader of Blackwatch.”
“And suddenly it all makes sense…” Cynthia mused. “Lose someone and demand a disproportionate consolation for it. This isn’t a means to work to further a goal, this is downright extortion!”
“Aye, and it’s quite glorious, too!” Glomgold said. “Needless to say, I don’t think there’s really any way to get around this. Matter of fact…!”
With that, the duck hops on the table, snapping his fingers. From the doors behind him and Hammer spilled out numerous other soldiers, wearing much more advanced Pokermors than before.
“I, Flintheart Glomgold, am taking over this operation as head of Blackwatch! Boys, it’s time to put away a bunch of champions!” the duck said. “Oh, and don’t think these are like the old ones, they’re much more stronger - you can thank your precious Guardians for that!” This was quickly met with the sounds of Pokeballs releasing various Pokemon to face them down.
“Ash, Iris!” Cynthia called out. “Take Mr. Morrison and get back to Alola! Warn Lusamine and the others we’ve been had!”
“No way, we can’t--!” Iris began to protest before Ash grabbed her arm.
“No time! Let’s go!” Ash said, leading the two out. As they left, they could hear Glomgold gloating in victory as Champions and Blackwatch soldiers begin their fight.
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"You're Agon, right? From Saikyoudai? Your hair's grown out a bit, but..."
Hold up. He just listed a college football team. And what's that about Agon's hair growing out? That implies he would have cut it at some point...like he'd do that!!!!
"A-anyway, what the heck are you doing with those Team Rainbow Rocket guys...?!"
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Slowly, he reached up and removed his sunglasses to regard Sena as if for the first time. "Ah..." he said in slow, dawning realization. "You're the trash that they had to haul off the field... the one who shattered his legs during our match..."
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No waaaaaaayyyy. Although, maybe if Sena squints a bit, maybe your face is a little more rounded and less adult like...?
...
Nah.
Actually, no wait, what you're talking about?!
"Wha-? My legs are just fine, thank you! I mighta pushed them to my limits back there, but they never broke or anything!!!"
He's got the mental image of a younger version of him with his legs broken like glass, scattered in pieces across the field. Agon can probably almost see the thoughts dancing around in his head in confusion.
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Agon yawned. "To think that in another world, you triumphed. What a world that must have been. That's almost exciting in a way. How much skill do you have now, that you've implied you're in college?"
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That's...impossible. Coming from a time where he'd triumphed, the possibility that he'd failed, was unable to answer everyone's expectations of him...and worst of all, to lose to someone who'd called the rest of his team trash. Who'd insulted their dreams and refused them the right to strive for them.
Was there seriously a world where this guy was proved right...?
"..."
Sena's expression grows cold. It's a rare look on him, but it's awful similar to the glare he'd thrown at Agon's back all those years ago, his fury at hearing his teammates called trash. What was it that Agon had said back then...?
"Enough to give you the Game Over you deserve."
There it is. That "will to fight" he'd learned back then, clashing against Agon with all his power.
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Well that's a look Agon hadn't expected. All their intelligence on Sena said that he was a passive young man, but this was clearly not the case when confronted with someone from a similar world.
He smirked, tossing his sunglasses to the side as lightning flashed. Dramatically.
"You. And me. Four on Four Squad Football Rumble. Passimian?"
Passimian tossed him one of their balls and he held it up before tossing it to Sena. "Get this ball past me, to the door, and I'll let you go. If you beat me once before, you can do it again, right?"
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Normally, Sena would have had his reservations. After all...a college football player, versus a high school one? Isn't there a gap there?
But Agon isn't an ordinary player, and these are extraordinary circumstances. There isn't time to lose. He's come face-to-face with too many failures already, and he'll be damned if he lets another one slip past. He'll just win as fast as he can and get going. After all, isn't an all out, unapologetic offense the Deimon way?
"Monta, Vee, Portus! You'll be with me for this battle! Taka, contact IZU! Everyone else, scatter!"
His Pokemon move like a well-oiled machine, all of them to their assigned positions in the blink of an eye. They're all fast, like him...as expected.
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Speed was clearly his game the way they moved, and Sena looked fast. Agon's eyes scanned the area, and the four of them nodded.
"We start on the next thunder strike," said Agon.
Steady... steady...
And then, like a bolt from the heavens, the lightning lit up the skies, and a peal of thunder echoed three seconds later.
Agon MOVED.
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The crash of thunder echoes like a starting pistol, and almost immediately after Sena launches himself directly at Agon. It's often in his nature to use evasive movements, but this time Sena beelines straight for him like a missile. There's nothing there for Agon to read other than this straight head-on clash.
His own Pokemon split into double teams behind him, preparing to intercept Agon's own team, in an attempt to keep things as much a one-on-one clash as possible. It's like they read his thoughts perfectly despite Sena not saying a thing...
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But if he was mistaken that Agon was just a high schooler, he was wrong. The boy was also strong, a little too strong for Sena's memory as he bristled with a eerie Red Light as he stood his ground. "So... this is the measure of the Pokemon World then," he grunted, his teeth grit and his smile fierce as his Passimian slamming headlong into their targets, three at a time in perfect blocks as well.
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Somehow, Agon has surpassed all of them at this age...? That can't be right!
Sena uses Agon's forward momentum to push himself off and skid backwards, before pivoting on his foot and charging forward again. It looks like he's going straight for another clash...
But when Sena reaches out for him and tackles him with a single arm stretched forward, he actually uses it as a pivot to move into a Devil Light Hurricane...a circling roundstep to the back. Agon, if he's paying attention, could react to this, but...
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With a resounding half-stumble, Agon realized with a thudding crash that Sena GOT PAST HIM.
This couldn't be. His perfect attention span, outwitted by a boy who pushed himself hard and shattered his legs how--?
And he began to laugh as he righted himself. "So you did it, Sena. You got past me."
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But he stops, seemingly shocked. Then he shakes his head and pulls his hand back, ready to dart off.
"I'm surprised that it only took this much."
He digs his heels in and pushes off, darting towards the door while his next words echo behind him.
"The Agon I know could never be satisfied with such little strength."
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The words stung as Agon stood there, and his hands clenched.
Was that really the divide between them?
The driving rain gave them no answer this time.