並べられた争い!! デジタル小型戦争

[The Shademan]

並べられた争い!! デジタル小型戦争
(FOR POWER SHOT)

Juxtaposed Strife!! Digital-Pocket War


Segment #001 - Evil King's Debut?! Team Rocket's Offer

James stood with sweaty hands at his hips. He was smiling, but it was a bluff. All nerves then, hidden under a cool poker face. He was waiting as patiently as he could for his new business to make a decision. He straightened out the wrinkles on his Team Rocket uniform, breaking the crease in the center of the R.

“Sir--”

“Silence!” the monarch said. The red bar of light on his visor spiked angrily. “I will not be taken for a fool, and the wise make no haste. Let me see the creature again.” He eyed the criminal's poke'ball expectantly. It released its contents once again, and the light from within it solidified into a small red dragon with an oddly shaped skull.

“Charmeleon,” James said. “As I said, I'll sell you several of these if the price is right.” He almost stuttered that last word, but caught himself. He would not show weakness. When a man can dust you with one swing of the blade, confidence is a must --a charade-- but a must. He was mulling over his next car-salesman tactic when he saw a wave of people eclipse the street to his left.

“Hm? This...Is not your doing. Are you familiar with any regional militia mobilizations or civil wars here?” Saiko crossed his arms, his spiked armor crackling a little on contact with itself. The question was secretly a taunt. He knew that Rocket Team or whatever the byte they called themselves knew NOTHING. Inside his digital armor, the Digital King was choked with amusement as he noticed how their handheld intel on the area, let alone planet Jaskell, was absolutely blank. No satellite feed, no map data, nothing. All alone. Behind his back, Saiko gleefully cracked his knuckles.

The crowd, who had taken their sweet time arriving, were not carrying pitchforks. Instead, they gaped at the two as if they were opposing gunslingers preparing to pierce each other in a gunmetal blaze. These observers looked as if they had lived under rocks for thousands of years, and now, this casual interacton was the pinnacle of their existence, the highpoint of their simple lives in the rural countryside.

“Privacy is a rarity of the digital age, I agree, but these people have quite some time before they reach any semblance of THAT, don't you agree, James?”

“I'm surprised they're even humanoids. There's nothing in our...comprehensive reports that detailed the life-forms in this world,” James said, not noticing the delay in his speech or Saiko's silent laugh in its wake.

I know Rookie level monsters with more insight...Saiko's amusement with the situation flaked away like windblown frost. The digital ruler turned scornfully to their audience and lunged at them like a devil.

“HWAAAAH!! KONNICHIWA!” Upon landing, he ripped off one of his spiked sleeves and flexed his bare muscles, and looked flatly at the ground. His visor's red bar was just calming from his last shriek as he howled yet again. His digivice hummed as his uploaded Gong Fu program loaded, causing his arms and legs to move in an artistic and yet totally heterosexual show of body control. A giant explosion of pink light followed each move of his hands. Thousands of miles away, the flashes were as clear as daylight.

The citizens of Stupid Town ran soon after, understandably to James. Something about the fireworks scared him. “I've never felt a power like this before,” he murmured, sweat dribbling down his cheek. He hoped the rest of Rocket showed soon, and fast. If he didn't get someone here soon, he had a feeling he wouldn't live to be pissed off about it. It was hard enough that they were a world away from the land of Poke'mon, but being separated even further was practically suffocating. It was like being born again. He knew nothing. He understood nothing.

And he dreaded giving this man the Poke'mon, no matter how much he loved money. He didn't think even he could fathom what dark intentions might be hidden behind that ridiculously unnecessary mask.

[Power Shot]

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BiC:

Almost lazily, the man by the fishing hole glanced through the water. For roughly three hours now, he had been searching for his evening meal, but so far none of the salmon he had been told about had appeared. In a sense of forgetfulness, he glanced at his morpher, as if it were perfectly fixed, and the time would suddenly be displayed. He sighed, annoyed with himself, and glanced at the sun’s location in the sky. It was a little after noon. He had to go, there were probably plenty of fish where the water was fresher upstream. He checked his gear to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and proceeded down the river, heading due south.

“Scizor,” he muttered into the earpiece on the side of his head. “You there?”

“Still kicking, D,” the fierce voice replied. “What is it?”

He shook his head. “Nothing really,” he answered. “I just wanted to be sure you were still there. Something stupid like that.” He lowered his head, almost irritated at himself for his brief moment of weakness. “Any maps showing up?”

“None, D. As of right now, I’ve mapped the terrain we’ve traveled on this world, but I still don’t have a clear picture of where we might be. If we find a map in the next town, maybe I can download it through picture and analyze it in more detail.” Its ranger partner nodded. His bright red eyes weren’t as impressive in the light, but they scanned the nearby water for any signs of movement inside. He felt warm in his uniform, but didn’t dare consider taking it off, lest he lose a piece. “Wait, D!” The ranger lifted his head. “I’m picking something up. Someone about a mile away, giving off a huge energy signal! Due east!” The ranger, in response, glanced east, just in time to see what appeared to be a giant explosion of pink flashes. “What is it?”

He shrugged. “Haven’t got a clue. But it might be a good idea to check it out.” He narrowed his vision, and zoomed in on a town in the far-off distance, in the exact area the pink was coming from. “Let’s go!” Thankfully, the ranger did not have to cross the river, and boldly set off in a run towards the town. The town itself, he read a sign in the distance that read Stupid Town, which the ranger took to mean the town’s name. Briefly, the ranger wondered where the logic was in naming a town that, but ignored it as he approached.

He arrived minutes later, as the town was roughly a mile away from the river, and even someone like him took time to travel that distance. In his civilian form, he was little more then a highly-trained human. So, when he found himself in the rustic, oddly clichéd, little town, he could not help but feel a sense of confusion as to where the origin of the flashes had come from. He glanced around, but there seemed to be no one there. “Scizor, scan for life,” he ordered. He couldn’t see anything moving.

“Got something in the center of town,” was its reply. “Two figures. And I think there might be a Pokeball.”

The ranger looked up from the ground, it seemed covered in all sorts of tracks showing the way to the center of the little town. “A Pokeball?” he asked incredulously. “I’ve got a bad feeling about that.” He took off for the center of the town. Sure enough, when he arrived there, he found the source of the trouble: a Rocket, he wasn’t sure who, and didn’t really care, and a gentleman in a very elaborate and flamboyant attire. “The hell’s going on here?” He stopped a few dozen feet away from them. “Hey! What’re you guys doing?” They heard him, he shouted loud enough, so they turned causally in his direction. The ranger shuddered, then struck a defensive stance. “I’ll say it again! Who are you?”

[The Shademan]

“Hm? James, do you know that red guy over there?” Saiko pointed an angry figure at the distant shape, his arm making a brisk “swip” in the motion.

“Pizza Boy...NO! It's someone far less appealing! It's the Poke'ranger that followed my team! Quick, get the fogmachine!”

Saiko nodded, and his Digivice popped off of his hip and into his hand. A small slit formed on the bottom of it, and gray smoke hissed forth. Then it stopped. Then it started again. And then it played an abridged version of “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor.

“Damn,” Saiko growled, his teeth grinding as he fiddled with the buttons. “That's the ringtone for a system error...It's OUT OF FOG!”

A vein throbbed on James's forehead. “How am I supposed to fight someone without a sinister and yet thrifty introduction? I can't just do the themesong, it'd sound retarded if I was face-to-face with him!”

“Rocket...Red guy can already see you. Do it later,” the king said, tossing James a sword to use.

James caught the blade easily, which was surprising for someone who looked so frail. He was wearing a weird metal glove on each hand, something Saiko hadn't seen before. “These are CQG mitts. They emit an attractive gravitational force in the direction I grab.”

“They are pretty sexy,” Saiko admitted.

“I mean they draw things. Like a magnet.”

“I definitely want a pair, you're right.”

James the Rocket gave up trying to explain and instead looked at D. He didn't know anything about the Ranger, other than what he had seen on the intel he'd rummaged over back at Rocket Headquarters. And damn it all if all he had read was useless. Prior to being a Ranger he had owned a Scizor. Clack-clack. The click of nasty claws. His mind nervously skittered away from the notion of being attacked by it, if he still had it.

“I asked a question,” said D, obviously pissed off at being ignored.

“Oh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my apathy.” Saiko sneered at Dreas, and brandished his digital broadsword. James did the same with his borrowed weapon, and the two of them crossed their weapons in a steel X as they stood side by side.

“GET LOST, RAINJUH! YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE!”