OOC: I'll be honest, I actually quite appreciate the fact the swear filter is off.

Miles Kahane
ENDoG Leader
ENDoG Command Center, Castelia City, Unova
Affected RPers: N/A

Development of the ENDoG Overseer was now past the initial design phases, and had moved toward development of a model prototype. It would still be some time before the process was completed, but once it was, the resistance's hopes would be snuffed out like a candle flame flushed under an ocean of water. Estimated completion was set to be around 10%, as the completion of the design phase was already a major step toward the completion of this massive machine of prowess.

Operation War Dragon also included the development of the Colossus Power Armor, which would essentially turn our infantry soldiers into hulking, armored men of warfare. Casualties would be reduced even further as the resistance's woeful attempts at fighting back were even further shut down. The plan was expensive and the suits of armor could really only be reserved for the most elite, frontline soldiers, but anyone facing them would find these elites essentially untouchable.

Lastly, also under development was Project CHOKE, a chemical gas that would be deployed in resistance areas before engagements. Our soldiers would be inoculated with the cure and the preventative measures while the resistance would be left choking and gagging before the fight even started. The Pokémon they placed so much faith in would also be rendered helpless under the gas, making the domination of the resistance forces even easier to accomplish.

More and more, Operation War Dragon was crushing every hope and dream of restoring the pathetic and ridiculous old world that many of these resistance fighters were trying to restore. Only through their blood and their deaths would they finally realize that the old days were far, far over now. Training Pokémon, gym battles, and leagues were a thing of the distant, easily forgotten past. And the legendaries, once thought to be on the level of deities, were woefully pathetic and easily manipulated under my control. Those that remained would soon be obliterated or be left to have the life slowly and painfully strangled out of them.

There was only one future now. The future I designed. An ENDoG future. And this time, not even death would wait for anyone standing in my way.


Captain Martin "Razorhawk" Mendez
ENDoG Commando
Giant Chasm, Unova
Affected RPers: Socratic Sarcasm

The resistance didn't last for long. Not even twenty minutes later, the remnants of that pack of dipshits headed for the hills and were gone. I didn't feel like chasing them down, since they weren't worth wasting the ammo, and I highly doubted they would ever be a threat in the future. Meanwhile, the chasm was littered with corpses and body parts. Pools of blood were gathered everywhere. Definitely a lovely sight, but it wasn't something that surprised me. I had seen this plenty of times before. Things had gone silent for a few moments as we were on overwatch, just waiting for any more of those bastards to stick out their head so we could rip it right off the shoulders. But in time, after nothing happened, we confirmed the fight was over.

"Damn, over already?" Corporal Hart asked. "Pathetic sons a' *****es. Makes me wonder if their only purpose was just to stall us."

"Whatever," I told him on the radio. "Casualty report."

A few squad roll calls went around, and roughly five minutes later, I got my answer. Not pretty. Something was up.

"Confirmed twenty-six dead, Captain," Private Fisher told me.

Twenty-six? That was way higher than I anticipated. These were goddamn civilians, for ****'s sake. What the hell were these boys doing to allow twenty-six of our own get wasted by these pathetic *******s? We should have had this one in the bag with less than half a dozen fatalities.

We really didn't have the time to investigate it. With the glacier before us, I figured we'd better get to drilling before we froze our asses off out here. The air was freezing, and I sure as hell wasn't getting any younger here. Even so, the damn assclowns that killed them were probably nothing but paste right now. I swore, if I found any more of those bastard resistance fighters, I was going to grind off their face with a mother****ing cheese grater.

The drilling teams headed into place, and the Diamond Breaker drill machines moved forward to begin the first drilling phase. Things seemed to be going normal until suddenly the ground under the third Diamond Breaker suddenly exploded, and snow and dust was thrown everywhere.

"What the... ****!?" Corporal Hart exclaimed, trying to see what happened through the white cloud.

Everyone looked on wondering what the hell just happened. When the dust and snow cleared, the third Diamond Breaker drill was badly damaged, and was leaning on its right side. I headed over there to assess the damage, and saw whatever caused the explosion had turned two of the surveyors into flesh soup and made a wreck of the treads on the right side. The driver of the Diamond Breaker was still alive, but the machine was toast. It would take hours and at least a dozen technicians, engineers, and mechanics to fix. I was really pissed. We needed to get this operation moving, and losing one of the three drills was going to slow this down even more.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked him, trying to figure out how the whole damn machine got ruined like this.

"Some kind of bomb or landmine, I think," He told me, figuring it had nothing to do with a possible malfunction. "No other way to explain it, Cap'n."

"For chrissakes, how the hell did a bomb get planted there?" I asked. "These *******s were just kids, there's no way they'd have access to military-level tech.

I couldn't take another risk like that. I decided to devote the next ten minutes to allow the surveyors and the scouts to check out the area for any more traps. Ten minutes later, I got my answer. And it wasn't good.

"Cap'n, someone rigged this glacier," Corporal Hart told me. "Doesn't look like Semtex or traditional landmines either. We found two proximity charges that look like they're working off of motion sensors. Doesn't look like traditional anti-personnel or anti-vehicle charges either. These look homemade, and I don't think we can even get close to see how they did these."

"For the love of ****, just tell me how long it's going to take to get rid of them," I told him, already aggravated by how this was turning out.

"I'd recommend calling in Iron Grinders," Hart told me. "These are unlike any model we've seen before, so trying to disarm them is going to be both time-consuming and potentially deadly."

Calling in Iron Grinders to clear the explosives was going to take another few hours, and it was going to make the process of trying to reach Kyurem take even longer. Damn it, I really didn't need this. Still, I figured I might as well. In the meantime, repair teams could get to work on Diamond Breaker #3 and get that thing back up and going.

"Fine, let's do it," I told Hart, already getting on the radio. "If I find out who put these damn things around here, I'm going to stuff his carcass full of these damn bombs and make him pop into a million ****ing pieces."

Still, the Iron Grinders were pretty strong landmine and ordnance clearance vehicles that were heavily armored and could ensure that any explosives that remained after the post-drilling and post-explosive clearance phases were taken care of. Problem was they were slower than a five million pound *******. An operation that was supposed to only take a few hours could potentially take days now, considering we now needed to factor in this extra step and the fact we were working on only two Diamond Breaker drills. Still, I couldn't afford to lose yet another drill to this asshat's booby traps. We'd never get this done.