Killwakkah Greenstabba's Story

"Sos I ain't fast", Killwakkah grumbled after landing dust, "Ain't nothin fer me ta do if I gotz there first anyhow!"

Then a fireball shot into the sky shining on heavy goggles, "Haw! Therez me orkz now wit a flare! Red'z comin' ya gitz!"

A haggard brigandine on this painboy is flexible and separable. Killwakkah didn't speed up fast but he keeps on going the red made everything heal fasta. Killwakka's robust frame underneath showed tats both peace-like and WAUUGH under armless oilskin connecting the brigandine. Once Killwakkah got to speed the thumpin' got louder and woe betide the poor humie he used to stop with.

The prospect of a proper fight was certainly one to get Gutgor excited. A fight against weak 'umies was likely to be little more than murder as he simply walked right over them. It never failed to entertain him when he stepped on a 'umie head and watched bits of skull go flying every direction. And the idea that there was a whole convoy for him to crush was equally exciting. So exciting in fact that as soon as he caught of said convoy just ahead of them, he lept from the back of the warbike, as well as an Ork could when weighed down by massive armour, just as the warbike crashed into the lead truck. What he didn't do however was factor in momentum, and so he too followed the warbike through the back of the truck which did a surprisingly good job of slowly him down.

He emerged from the burning wreckage of the truck with a roar, just in time to see the second truck go veering off in an awkward spin under a hail of dakka. The third truck was coming straight for him however. He gave the oncoming hunk of metal a grim, toothy grin as he raised his massive powerklaw above his head as just before it crashed into him brought the jaws down on the front of the truck.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" Came the might raw as the powerklaw bit into metal. The truck crumpled around where the powerklaw dug through it, as the driver learned to his dismay as he suddenly went flying out of the truck, barely missing splattering against against Gutgor, instead ending up being impaled by the burning remains of the first truck.

The Kaptin shifted his grip and spun the truck over, flipping it over onto its side and walked past the ruined wreck, pumping dakka into it from his dakkagun. The giant Ork laughed in glee at the carnage he had been able to unleash with such little effort. "Da' all ya go' ya useless gro's?! I don' nee' ma boyz ta crump da lo' a ya!"

Badsnaga had jumped off the warbike at the last possible second, the ensuing explosion knocking him flat and setting some of him on fire. It wasn't smart, it didn't make sense, but goddamn was the whole scenario just awesome. He looked around with a toofy grin as the rest of the crew splattered the poor 'umies. It was carnage and death everywhere, just the way it should be! With satisfaction in his heart he stumbled over to the wreckage and pulled Da Crumpa out from it. Gork he loved this thing.

"WWWAAAAGGGHHHH!" He flung Da Crumpa at the last 'umie trukk, pulling out his tiny red shoota pisstal and unloading dakka into the passengers. There's be more than enough from the wreckage for him to rebuild Da Greensmasha's engine, but right now. He had a better idea. "OI! Kapptain. Wot ya says 'e us crump dis 'ole planat 'un makes 'i ourz?"

Killwakkah hauled across country a bit short of a bike but stopped as well as his get up and go. Loud enough to hear the wumpawumpaWUMPWUMPA went straight into the side of a truck full o' dakka holes as killwakkah uses it to stop. As badsnaga pulls his crumpa out of another truck the ruined a of metal hurls by spinning limbs into the air from humies once inside.

"Ain't been 'ere long an already foun' somethin ta crump in 'da middle of nowherez! Sounds like da Kapptain! Killwakkah 'ere ta hold you orkz together!"

He walks over to Badsnaga the metal slices sealing shut smoothly over a weirdboy's tattoos. Killwakka eyes the ork under bits of fire and loads a red canister into a ork painta, "Oi! Ya gunna put that out so's I'n fix it?"

With the humans all throughly wrecked, Gobfang went to savaging the human weapons and ammunition and filling his bag full of loot. With his quick looting complete Gobfang heard Badsnagga say that they should take over the planet, he of course agreed to it. "I'z agree Kapptain. 'Dese 'umies and 'da trukks did not crump us. 'Da otha' 'umies can't crump us." Gobfang added before he turned his attention to the pain boy that arrived on the scene. By Mork! they had this planet under their control at this point. If the humans somehow injured them they had that doc to heal them up.

Gutgor was almost dissapointed by the fact they had run out of 'umies to crump. They went down far easier than most did and it was hardly even a challenge to smash them in the best of times. Still, he would have preferred to have more of the gits to be able to hit, one truck alone wasn't enough for him, though he had to admit it was pretty funny seeing it all just crumple around him like a sheet of thin metal around a rock.

He turned around as first the Mek, then even the Kommando spoke up with the idea of instead of finding the parts they needed and leaving to go lurking around the galaxy in the hope of somehow hoping to stumble across a battle or two. Instead they could stay here, make the planet good and Orky then move onto the next one and crump them too. They could get a proper WAAAGH! going if they really tried.

"Shu' i' ya gi's, unless ya lo' think ya can be da boss arooun' 'ere?! I was already thinkin' a settin' up down 'ere, dese 'umies ge' crumpe' goo' an' proper. Badsnaga, fin' a way ta shou' up ta Da Greensmasha, weze an' gonna be freebootaz anymore ladz, goin' from one pissin' en' a da galaxy to da other. Wezze gonna se' up a goo' an' proper WAAAGH! WAAAGH GUTGOR! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" He raised his dakkagun into the air and pumped out some rounds, showing that he did indeed mean business

The clever Ork Badsnaga was off in his own little world, staring at the wreckage. He didn't even WAAGH with is Kapptain, something that would surely get him crumped a bit, but right now that didn't matter. Nothing but the three broken trucks did. The start of an amazing idea was forming in his slightly-less-empty-than-a-normal-Ork's-brain. Maybe he too was a great Ork inventor.

He fished his Crumpa from the wreckage of one of the trucks, oblivious to his comrades. Right now he could see it, feel it all in his head. How every joint, screw, nail, and piece of tape fit together, but not in the usual way..This was something different, something new. Instead of spikes, or Grot's nests, or chains, or just Dakka in the back of the Wartrukk..Something different. Something better. Maybe it wasn't even a wartrukk he was seeing, no, no it was something better.

"OI! KAPPTAIN! I 'ad an 'ida!" His toofy grin was wider than ever, "We 'un needa shou' at da boyz. I 'an build uz a tellyporta inna back'a Wartrukk. Dat wayz oll da boyz 'an jus' port 'ere! We 'an crump dis planat 'i nothin'!" His chest swelled out with pride, and he stuck his Crumpa into the ground. [color=green]"I jus' 'eed abitta time. Oll 'e 'avfta do 'i frow da Kommando frew 'i, an' 'e con tell da boyz. Den day 'an pop up 'erever we iz!"

Gobfange gave a hearty WAUGH with the Kaptain as he announced that they were creating a waugh in this galaxy. One of the best thing a warboss could announce and by Gork and Mork was he exited. He pointed his his gun into the air and began shooting and jumped in delight. This galaxy was going to see some green, and they were going to crump everyone they met. "Orkz I'z 'da biggest 'un 'da strongest 'un 'da smahrtest! WAUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He then fired of another barrage from his weapon.

Killwakkah puts the unloaded painter back and rolls his eyes. The mekboys never stood still long enough to fix. Well that's why he had them make his kombi! His kombi, a short modified shoota with two cartridge slots, gets a cartridge of stabby bits in one. A stabby tank from his kit bites into his right shoulder. Am image of an ork tattooed with one half crumped by a good WAUUGH the other smooth but both ever angry.

Takin out the meds burnt but that just gave him a good scream to join in. "Humies try ta openz up deez Orkz and I'll just put 'em back up, WAUGHHHHHHH!"

The tank glowed full feral red while the tat on his back burnt from the howls of ork rage. The weirdboy near popped his head tatting it -- da huge crumpin thing was dangerous.

Killwakkah slammed in the glowing tank to the other slot on his kombi. After they finish WAUUGH he STUKSTUKSTUKSTUK at Badsnaga with a bunch of feral red stabby bitz from the kombi. The meds would push the burns offa the orc.

"Orkz never standz still neither!", his fist shook from mild frustration.

There wasn't much for Ki to actually do other than tend to the small farm he had acquired from a dying friend, who handed his plot over signed and sealed to him several months ago. "And yet even now it is hard to keep it going with just the vegetables he had growing." he muttered as he stared at the dying crops before him. He brushed his bangs back from his face even as his ears twitched atop his head even as his tail flicked and curled behind him. He had taken his half blood form early on in the day when it had gotten to hot, considering his fur had been to hot for this climate.

"Nothing to it...." he muttered as he flicked his left wrist, causing a blue gem within the multi-beaded bracelet he had to flash slightly before a sprinkling of water cascaded from his palm. This water he manipulated to grow and spread over the entire crop of radishes, potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce and several other types of vegetables and fruits. His silver blue eyes glittered as he smiled softly while watching the water drench the small patch of vegetables and fruits.

It had been several years now since he had woken up on this world and learned that the place he was in was known as Desera. He had learned everything he could from Caldar before the old man had died. Even to this day it hurt that he couldn't keep him from dying but old age even here was more than the body could handle. It didn't help either that he had come to see him as a grandfather and oddly enough to him, Caldar had seen him as a grandson. Once he noticed that the whole patch was well watered, Ki flicked his wrist once more the water vanishing just as it had come. With a nod he turned and headed towards the small hut beside the main house which held his workshop and all he had carved and crafted while being here.

Entering the hut he moved to the work bench and checked over each of the items he had collected to sale at the village, considering his vegetables and fruits weren't ready yet and he needed several things if he was going to keep this farm going. "Besides, who wouldn't like to have carved objects that are for both household members to enjoy via playing with to looking pretty and keeping things neat and tidy. Side's I need grain, hay, corn and several other things." he muttered as he began to pack everything into a lovely woven basket designed to be carried on his back.

Badsnaga chose to ignore the Dok. Those Painboyz were also so stuck up, never stopped complaining! He did enjoy having blood back in his veins instead of the ground, though. Burns would make it hard to work too, and he couldn't have that. Not now, no. Now was the time for SCIENCE! Orky science, anyway.

As he banged, bashed, glued, welded, broke, resembled and generally did whatever "made sense" he couldn't help but think to himself that someday Orky kind would look back on this moment and declare, "Oi! Da Mekboy, Badsnaga. 'Es jussa smart as Orkimedes!" He wasn't, and they wouldn't. He was however smart enough to assemble his fever dream of a Trukk in the span of a couple hours. The "Waagh'a" he called it.

It was large, ramshackle and held together with psychic energy for the most part. It was taller than any other Trukk, and more heavily armored. Even the wheels were shieled, and the back was a simple bed left wide open with a Tellyporta dead center. And of course, every possible inch was painted red. Even the Tellyporta. With a massive gleam of pride in his eye he turned to Kapptain and howled a Waaagh.

"Oi, oi, oi! This'a'i. Zoggin' fing 'orks jus fine, I bet ya, I does. Now we 'an 'ave da 'ole crew down 'ere while wez drivan. Gunna 'ave plenta'boyz by da 'ime we get ta dem 'umies!"

Killwakkah had a feelin' where tha Kommando gone hidin. Nose good for more than findin' humie bodies affer all! Sneakin ain't his thing so he hadda go under the city to get ta where he hadda go. In the basement of the old building a sewer access scraped to life. Killwakka looked around and tha humies didn't have much ta keep his softbody from sneakin around! They deffinly weren't 'spectin orks! 'course he had to bend a few grates and smash walls but it shoulda been a lot worse. Killwakka squeaked his way up the stairs whispering, "Oi, git! Wherez you at!"

Another explosion rocked the streets as Gobfang tossed another explosive. The city was already in terror, a few other Kommando squads emerged as the attack begun and helped begin the raid. Of course any human the orkz saw was immediantly shot on sight and then pilfered for anything shiny.

Half the city was already in panic, and as Gobfang continued to stuff his now large sack of shiny objects, he heard a whispering. He knew that ork voice anywhere..."Oi! You'ze 'dat doc! I'z already began 'da raiding. 'da 'umies 'ere all be normal 'umies. 'dey not even shooty 'umies. 'Dey take 'alf 'da fun of 'da raid. Free food 'owever. Go Grab 'da shiny bits, lotz 'o shiny bitz." The Ork spoke as he searched the pockets of some random body of a man and grabbed only the coins and left the paper money behind. He also took his arm and began to eat it like some beef jerky.

When Killwakka heard Gobfang hollerin outside ats him the screamin made a whole lot more sense! Killwakka hupped to the outside door pounding it off the hinges. The big ork was all muscle just like the others unner all tha' bulk. Arms spread wide for a laugh he took out a fleeing pedestrian just by accident while shouting, "You kiddin! Pressents all day I always needa good vacations! Ha! Watch this!"

Killwakka loaded his Kombi with a canister of blood taken from the screaming ork tatooed on his back. That one oughta blew the weirdboy up but seemta calm 'im down! Tha weak 'umies here oughta be fun ta mess with.

STUKSTUKSTUKSTUK syringes from the needlegun stuck a guard 'umie. Tha eyes gone from fear ta' anger then with bleedin' eyes ta WAUUUGH. The screamin guard beatin' another humie to death with a stick screaming 'STOP RESISTING STOP RESISTING!" made Killwakkah nearly lose his mind laughing.

"HAWHAWHAW! I'll ... HA grab tha' shines in a sec!", as he held his legs in laughter.

Gobfang laughed at the docs interesting way of killing. Turning humans on eachother in a bloody violent bashing, now that was entertainment. In any case they had a bunch of loot to collect. It was fun toying with defenseless and weak 'umies, of course not being able to have a nice fight was rather disappointing. These people were scared, weak, and really weak. It was as if these people never knew how to defend themselves, 'da Imperial gitz at least 'ad people who would shoot at them even when out gunned and outnumbered. At least those raids were fun.

Fun or not, they would please their warboss with all the shiny loot, like taking candy from a baby. In fact no boy got injured, it was so simple that not a single ork was wounded yet. No wounded, all the boyz capable of carrying shiny bitz. Maybe they should mark this place as a 'Free snaks & Shiny Bitz' stop. Even a grot would be able to do anything it wanted without any trouble. That though made the ork laugh. "'Da grotz could fight 'da 'umies 'ere 'un win! 'Dis i'z a sad city. Free things 'ta loot, and free snaks and food 'ere. 'Dey no match fer 'da orkz! Oi! Oi! I'z say we find 'da telly box place 'un tall all 'da 'umies on 'dis planet 'dey all suck!" Gobfang hollered as he nicked a watch off another dead body.

Killwakka recovered from losin' his mind to laffin to see th' humie enforcer looking horrified at the pile of bruises below him. As he looked up Killwakka met his gaze with a fist hurling him headlong into a concrete bench. Killwakka rummaged around in the ruined body at his feet. So much worthless paper on dese gitz! A lightbulb went off in Killwakka's brain, sputtered a bit, then he spouted the idea. Killwakka shot at a hidin' buncha little gits behind a bush ta' make sure it stuck. Over tha' welcome noise of blood and high pitched feral screamin' Killwakka called out to Gobfang, "Oi! Where they gettin all the papers from! dey have the all dis plastic things in 'ere too! Ain't dese keys, yeah? wut they go to? Haw! Da little 'uns suck too but dey kinda funny! ha! Telly box place has tha big metal thing on top. Bowl big 'nuff eat humies in! You seens it?"

"'Watz with 'da paper. Paper 'fings all useless, not good compared to 'da shiny circle 'fings. But 'da big Telly place must 'ave many scared 'umeis inside. 'Letz krump 'da gitz 'den show 'da planet 'dat 'da orkz are 'ere 'ta rule. I gotz 'da brainz 'ta work 'da 'umie telly 'fings. 'un I gotz 'da right script 'fer 'da job. 'Letz make it funny!" Gobfang agreed and zapped his bag of loot back on 'Da Greensmasha. It was full already and he pulled yet another sack and began to head to the TV station.

At this moment, an interjection was in order. The next thing Killwakka knew, he would feel a pain smashing into it from behind, carrying enough force to knock it to the ground. Gobfang wasn't left out of the fun either, getting a smattering of attacks from behind as well. Both attacks were carefully placed to push the two Orks into close proximity.

When the two Orks began to recover and survey their surroundings, it would seem that they were the ones surrounded...by Bug-Type Pokemon. A certain Vespiqueen was responsible for the Attack Order that hit Killwakka from behind while Gobfang was the proud recipient of a Leaf Blade gifted by Leavanny. Those two currently had their distance on the Orks while Heracross, Crustle, Accelgor, and Durant joined the fray. Standing around them as well was a man of perfect posture and a quirky smile. Wearing a bright green cardigan sweater with a red scarf, this man had bushy brown hair, a butterfly belt, and bright green eyes that carried a surprising amount of electricity within them. He stood proper and gangly, his right arm against his chest with a PokeBall in it's grasp.

"Sorry to bug you guys," came a steady tone from Burgh, the Castelia City Gym Leader, "But I believe you foul creatures are making a scene and I can't have that. There's plenty enough violence going on in Anistar City and the Battle Frontier, but I will not let it spread to the capital of Ruula...my city. I'll only warn you once. Leave now or else. I have been given a kill order if necessary and I'm not afraid to use it."

As he talked, Leavanny had prepared Swords Dance, which would raise her attacking power. Vespiqueen had utilized Defend Order, which would increase her resistance to whatever attack these Orks had to retaliate with. Everyone else would steel themselves as they prepared for a retaliation of some kind.

Killwakka got knocked headfirst into Gobfang's Greensmasha with a loud KLONK of his thick skull. Hauling his cranium out of the dent the painboy turned around from the dent quite angry, "SOMUN' GONNA GET POUND...ded?"

He raised an eyebrow looking at the swarm of bugs everywhere remarking, "Oi Gobfang, dese dem tyra nads? Da' munchy 'tings. Dey make 'dem dis' small? Dey smash kinda good!"

Killwakka stood up particularly resistant to pain and eyed da 'humie, "Ya needs permissions ta crump eh? dose 'nids mus' make stupid killaz!"

Gobfang was knocked back fro ma surprise attack. More angry and irritated, he looked around and noticed the bugs and 'umie person surrounding them. "Oi, I'z thinkz you'ze correct. Why 'da bugs 'elping 'da 'umies? Oh wait, 'dey must be weaker 'den 'da 'umies we killed! Bwahahaah! 'Dey think 'dey can krump 'da orkz. We'ze gunna krump ya instead ya stupid git. I'z seen grots 'it 'arder 'den 'dem bugs!" Annoucned as he stood back up without much damage and raised his twin-linked shooter and aimed it at the trainer himself

'Da 'umie git 'ad no armor on 'im! All 'da umies were 'da same. He was gonna give 'dem a 'ole lotta dakka! And from deep within the ork, the almighty battle roar commenced. "WAUGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" And then he opened fire. Orkz did not know any number past three, so all Gobfang knew was that there were more than three bullets aimed at the man but in reality it was nearly thirty to fourty rounds a second.

Burgh's smirk faded when the Ork laid out his detail on attacking the human instead of his Pokemon. When the bullets shot toward his direction, Burgh was already somewhere else, rolling out of the way and running to the side. For a tall, lanky fellow, he was actually quite nimble. And he was easily smarter than these giant buffoons. This would be a cakewalk.

His mind raced as a battle strategy came to mind almost instantly, "Vespiqueen, Accelgor! You both are my range hitters! Acceglor, use Double Team as often as you can and rain down attack after attack. Focus Beam and Bug Buzz are your best bet. Use Giga Drain if they get lucky enough to hit you once. Vespiqueen, Toxic them both right away when you find an opening. Otherwise, Attack and Defend Order are you best bet."

"Leavanny, Crustle! You two are my hit-and-runners! Crustle, I'm going to need you fast, so Shell Smash right away and get in there. Earthquake before you X-Scissor! Leavanny, you've already got Swords Dance primed, so give 'em everything you got! Aerial Ace if you think they're gonna try and dodge. Otherwise, Leaf Blade will slice through them."

"Heracross, Durant! You both are my accurate strikers! Hit them when you find an opening! Heracross, go for Close Combat when you can and Shadow Claw if your opening closes up! Durant, start with Iron Head! We need to know what we're up against before we go ahead and use Guillotine!"

His Pokemon reacted immediately. Accelgor had already used Double Team twice, many clones of him began to circle around the outside. Vespiqueen circled counter to how Accelgor was circling, cycling between Defense Order to raise her own resistance and Attack Order to strike the foes from far away. A Bug Buzz also found it's way into the mix, drilling through their ears. Leavanny the rushed forward with blazing speed. She utilized the advantage of the initial Bug Buzz distraction with a powerful Leaf Blade slicing into Gobfang's midsection as she passed with a green blur. Crustle had already used Shell Smash and now rushed forward to do the same strike to Killwakka, an X-Scissor heading for the Ork's arm. Heracross and Durant waited on the outside, slowly circling and keeping an eye on an opening to strike with ridiculous power.

Meanwhile, Burgh was in the safety of the alley, spectating in secrecy. He knew that these Orks would be very slow, from what he did observe of them. Hitting them from afar or in quick strides up close would be the quickest way to take them down. Perhaps if Vespiqueen could sneak a Toxic in both of their bloodstreams, the fight would be over much quicker, he thought. After all, there was only one or two known curing substances that could deal with a bad poisoning and they were all native to Ruula.

"Burgh, it sounds like you're in a gym battle. Is now a bad time?" Then the reality of the situation hit the brunette. "Got it! I'm on my way! It'll be a long flight, I'm in Kalos right now. Just mobilize every citizen soldier you can, I'm gonna be your shock trooper. We are NOT having a repeat of Nimbasa!

Touko hung up angrily and called forth Zekrom. "Dweller was right. The planet was in for a world of hurt. If this keeps up, I'll never have the time to challenge Medley for that belt. Let's go, head for Castelia as quick as you can!"

After what seemed like way too long, what looked and sounded like a thunderbolt crashed down in one of the burnt-out ruins. And if a few orkz were wiped out in the meantime from the surprise attack, so much the better. "I will never forgive those who seek to remake our beautiful planet in their image! Zekrom! Fusion Bolt right at their formation! Drifter, there's lots of death and destruction around...perfect fuel for your Shadow Balls! Nike, follow up Zekrom's blows with your Fusion Flare!"

Killwakkah was a painboy but not stupid. He knew his role and that's killing humans with other orcs. Thinking bigger like made him better but being a leader wasn't as interesting as revelling in all the pain and suffering. So he did what a good painboy did. Changed out the tank in his syringe-gun with quick and smooth movement from his belt he kept loaded with blood not from a weirdboy's psychic tattoo. Without being from a weirdboy tat meant it was full of ork. If orks were one thing they were big green infestations. They'd need more orks to fight if there were people to fight back.

His gun hissed loading darts with that load of blood loaded with ork spores. Even if the blood didn't take hold in what he shot the fungus tore the weak real good. One arm held forward in front to cover his syringe-gun in one hand that lit up with a fusilade of syringes. The pain of a leaf through tainted fungal blood wasn't somethin the weak bugs ought to want. He'd see if he could fire it inside too with pain that shot up his arm from the slice of crustle his red blood boiled swelling the rage on his face. It sped up the speed of his kombi shooting a cloud of orki stabbins! [Red makes things go faster!] The syringes that missed flew good like ork dakka should but wild. Ork didn't care what they hit but it definitely wouldn't hurt another ork so who cares!

Gobfang looked around as the bug things began to make duplicates of themselves. The ork also heard a very irritating buzzing in its ears. Busy distracted, he felt something impact his midsection, his crude armor taking most of the blow. "Many bug 'fings! I'z got enough 'fer all of 'ya!" The ork angrily yelled as he reached inside his crude armor and tossed all around him a myriad of different explosions. From Burna bombz leaving a pool of fire to good old fashioned stikk bombz. The bombz would stick to surfaces all around them threatening to level the buildings around them, and also burn anyone around them.

Of course Gobfang could hear more voices, another 'umie has just arrived. Now this was a party! This is where 'da fight was! Finally some 'umies that actually wanted 'ta fight. The ork drew his Twin-linked shoota with one hand and grabbed his massive knife from his belt. He then unloaded more dakka onto the bugs all around him and was prepared to stab anything that got close. Of course his aim was not perfect, however with the amount of bullets aiming was not needed."I'z gunna take your skulls 'un wear 'em 'round me neck! 'Den I'z gunna eat 'da bug 'fings for a snack! 'Den we'z gunna sack 'da 'ole city!" The ork yelled.

Of course with the sounds of actual fighting, many other ork boyz drew closer. The looting was complete, but now there was the fighting.

"Fuck! They're setting the city on fire! Drifter, put it out with Water Spout!" Touko was being decidedly unladylike as she and her team fought as hard as they ever had to save her home region! Back in Nimbasa she was dedicated to remaining diplomatic...clearly that wasn't going to work anymore with more and more people deciding to take advantage of an underdeveloped planet that couldn't even into space. NOT ANYMORE.

"Zekrom! Nike! Those tandem attacks are working great! Once more, Fusion Bolt and Fusion Flare!" The two attacks fed off each other, each strike more powerful than the last to try to rout the last of the invaders to ensure they would not leave with one handful of loot more. Even the working men and women of the Battle Institute were pitching in, tending to the wounded and moving the dead out of the way to be properly buried later.

Then Touko decided to make her rage a bit more tangible. "Armored cars? What? Juggernaut, this is a job for you and your Outrage!" One colossal collision saw the dragon send the now-flaming wreck flying into the harbor. She couldn't let them get to the PTA...none of them were ready for a battle of this magnitude.