Doug Vincent
USF Commander
Erana

The Mamoswine’s eyes darted madly as it tried to pull itself away from the spores, but it was in vain. Shortly after, Gawain’s Togekiss added to the assault, the Mamoswine’s eyelids began to droop, as it’s struggling became weaker. In desperation, the Mammoth let lose another attack, shooting a blast of cold air towards the Venusaur, but weakened as it was, the attack dissipated before making contact, and a few moments later, the Mamoswine fell to the ground motionless, the only sign of life being the slow rise and fall of it’s chest.

Whatever that powder was, R&D would have a field day with it. Maybe I should reconsider working with a pokemon. He mused as he silently motioned for his men to prepare for containment, then approached the nearest Avalon Apostle.
“Uhh, good job. It won’t wake up for a while right?” He said quietly, not wanting to accidentally awaken the beast.
Walking away to a safe enough distance from the mammoth, Doug checked in on the rest of his team. As he listened over the comms his face fell. The rift was nowhere to be found, and his deputy had gone off alone and hadn’t been heard from since. “Roger that. We’ll rendezvous at the drop site once the Mamoswine is secured. Over and out.”



Trey Sunders
Wormhole Researcher
Sendrel

It turned out, the city center wasn’t such a good move. A large crowd had gathered to hear a man giving a speech denouncing all pokemon as unholy abominations that should not be allowed to exist. Meanwhile, TVs in a shop window showed reports of an attack on Erana by a rampaging Mamoswine. Keeping her head low so as to avoid recognition, Trey quickly completed her shopping and began to head home.
She was about ten meters from her apartment, when she heard shouting from up ahead. More vigilantes hunting down pokemon from the sound of it. Ignoring them, Trey continued towards the door, reaching out for the handle.
That was when the air shimmered, followed by a small spherical green bird materializing on the doorstep in front of her. Trey was stunned, both by surprise and fear. She had never been this close to a pokemon before, and she didn’t know what powers this one might have. Was it about to kill her? But the pokemon just stared curiously up with it’s big round eyes. Trey noticed it had bruises and scrapes across one side. As the two locked eyes, Trey felt strange feelings overwhelming her. Sadness, fear, curiosity. A weariness, tired and alone. Hope too, and excitement. A feeling of adventure, but also of homesickness.
“There it is! It’s over here!” The shouts broke the spell, the bird quickly turning and launching into the air, fluttering away down the streets. From the direction of the voices came a group of seven or so people, brandishing various improvised weapons, such as slings or metal pipes. Such vigilantes were commonplace in Sendrel, as the local law enforcement was often too busy with the rifts to deal with them. They didn’t even notice Trey as they passed by.
Normally, Trey would have stayed out of it; messing with angry mobs while defenseless was never a good idea. But all the negativity from the day had got to her, and she was still shaken from the emotions she felt emanating from the pokemon, so before she knew it, she was racing after the mob. While not entirely sure what she could do to help, she certainly wasn’t going to go back home and stand around again. If I can’t help save the world, I can at least try and make it a bit better, one step at a time.