Silence and Oak
Where we ended up had become sort of our home base of operations, with us making the Allearth Forest our area of protection. As since we've dug out here we've cleaned up plenty trash and expanded our operations. While its the 406 era because of my more modern military knowledge we have a more modern PMC presence. My brother he's quite curious about our modern weapons and equipment, same for my sister but for safety reasons. The civilians who stayed with us during the shift are now apart of Silence.
The crystallized specialist who had given every drop of their life to help during the shift. With the help of the rock and psychic types, we transported them all into a memorial room. Each of the one hundred sixty crystallized specialist had plaques with their names. Many were crooks and war veterans but with the rare few brave civilian mixed in, no pokemon had become like them. When a pokemon expends everything causing death, they form small elemental stones, which grow if more of that energy is released into the air upon death.
Legendaries which have more energy can release more before slowly crystallizing like a human. Today we're doing a routine sweep of the forest, any of the territorial pokemon let us trespass freely given what we usually do. In section X-19 of the forest Summer and the kids found some poachers as they've informed us all over the Psy-radio comms. By the time I arrived with a good vantage point as I had my HK417 ready. I could hear some bickering and Summer talking back to whoever was there.
Killing my presence I moved through the tree's slowly noticing Vala judging the poachers. Rascal was inside of a tree's shadows spying on them as his claws gave a small shine. Lockheart had made herself comfy in a tree ready to launch a spinning attack. Ruin was in a bush slowly turning it toxicly sick. Ruin and Vala had evolved to their second forms but had ever stones present. The other two were mastering everything of their first form before evolving. Seeing my team of four I chuckled quietly while aiming down my scope, looking through it I see the targets.
Around Summer though are her first four kids now all young Zoroark's, and then with her are out two red, white, and cyan Zorua's. The poachers all remind me of Hunter J's crew so these must be their great ancestors. When one of the poachers tries to grab Summer, from a tree a Shedninja darts out and cuts his arm off from the elbow. Before he can even scream I squeeze the trigger and blow his brains out. As the bullet flew I suppressed the sound of gunfire completely with ghost energy while moving trees. The poachers seeing one of their friends die looked spooked then one in the back dropped.
His throat was cut open while from thin air like a ghost, a masked figure in a black and white special operations uniform appeared. The twirled a bloody dagger in their fingers before slashing another poachers throat. As the poachers were about to attack the masked figure a bang was heard which is reminiscent of a shotgun blast. With one of their friends now sporting a gapping hole in their chest, a woman dressed in all black soldiers uniform stepped out of a bush. She smiled at them while holding two sawed off shotguns arcing electricity.
As the poachers were trying to pick an option of fight or flee, Summer cut ones head off with a claw. Eventually the poachers ran like the wind, only they never made it of the forest. One got out but a harpoon impaled their stomach as an attached rope violently reeled them back in. Her screams resounding loudly till the sound of blood and bones breaking echoed. While we protect the forest, we also do carry out world wide executions still. The outside calls us "Reapers", the forest calls us "Guardians" but we aren't either honestly.
We simply keep our area safe from assholes and keep those going overboard in check. Although these routines continue on for the next couple centuries. During those centuries I've watched many of our members choose to crystallize themselves. Summer and her first four kids have become crystals as well. But they I keep close as five crystal embedded earings, mine and Summer's two kids. Lillian and Furgus both live still though, but because of them being part of my weird mix they have some human features.
Furgus isn't a lanky Zoroark but has an average human build to him. Lillian only has slight differences to a Zoroark, the more noticeable one hidden by her extra fluffy chest tuft. They both are still fully pokemon but my weirdness of human pokemon had an influence. The year now though is July 1st, 2001 and I was in Pallet Town talking with Samuel Oak. Samuel looked at me with interest as he has since 1937 when he was a year old after I ran into his parents on a job.
I was covered in blood of a Wailord off the coast of Johto when they sailed up on me. I had killed the Wailord for eating half of a small coastal village. They were surprised to see me gutting the thing as its severed head bobbed in the water. As they pulled their boat closer they saw me pulling still living people and pokemon out of its stomach. Some almost fell into the stomach acid as building pieces melted. One unfortunate trainer that was twelve and his Skitty fell in before I could get them, both died instantly.
The couple were surprised to see the sight but even more so by what happened next. All my knives shot into the sky streaking black lightning as a signal. After I had given that signal a destroyer class battle cruiser slowly revealed itself as it sailed in from the east. The couple and village citizens watched as it quite literally uncloaked from a dark and psychic type illusion based technology. Silence had over a thousand years to develop things and our efforts based on my military knowledge, were simply staggering. As tech from World War Three with over sixty-six thousand miniature wars was easily remade here.
All because quite frankly the ancient era was very eager to make technology, as they had made pokemon like Golurk and SpiritTomb. So when people from Silence heard my idea's or mumblings, they scarily made advancements with zeal to make something so interesting. I mean who the fuck makes an Apache stealth helicopter because of a weirdos comments? Not even gonna get started on the base, Yvetal and Xernes both found my look of unamused amusement funny. They bring it up every time my organization creates something, a thousand something years and they still bring up that base thing.
Anyways after the destroy dubbed John Cena by fuckin Francisco years ago. Came to a halt by the corpse I loaded the people and pokemon aboard it. Afterwards using my knives as stairs to walk up into the air and scouted the area with my HK417. Finding the half destroyed village I radioed in the location and to carry out "Idiot Repairs NOT Silence repairs!" As they'd fuckin make that village advanced by going overboard, and then someone like Giovanni may kill them for it.
Good thing Shel was around to supervise them, I saw one trying to install a fucking CELLULAR REGENERATION MACHINE! After that day though I would occasionally run into the couple in towns or ruins. The ruins they tried studying all were rather dangerous labs once and I have to occasionally check them. However, when they tried to come to Allearth forest I didn't give them a say, I followed them and restricted them. They were rather annoyed but where I did allow them to go was an ancient temple built by pokemon. Inside was some great historical value being maintained by pokemon and Silence.
As it listed every last legendary to be and to come with pictures and their roles. They we're surprised to see my ugly mug in the mural and when they screamed at me. Oooff was that almost bloody as a pack of Mightyena that hide inside came out from the shadows, like literally jump up from inside of them. About sixty approached them completely ignoring me until I fired my Berreta M9 into the air four times. Explaining things to the temple guardians calmly so they could understand the confusion. I got the couple out of their mess safely but afterwards I kicked them out.
That pretty much brings me to how sixty-five years later I'm talking with an aged Samuel Oak. On the table between us was documents about being a sponsor for his lab. So I had my trainer ID on the table and seeing it would baffle most as it says some wild things, by ninety years.
『Name: Dakota Cartson, Sex: Male, Age: 1600
Trainer ID: 00, Badge Count: 462, League Wins: 60
Wins: 9000, Loses: 140, Trainer Level: Legend Master
Roster: Vala (Corviknight), Lockheart (Baltoy), Ruin (Scolipede), Rascal (Nickit), Furgus (Zoroark), Lillian (Zoroark), ??????
Titles: Legend Master, Immortal Trainer, World Champion Twenty Times』
The matter was settled quickly so we enjoyed some green tea together. It was honestly relaxing but his grandson Garry Oak who was eleven was annoying. So its why we didn't bother looking up as I had pinned him to the ceiling. Smug brat isn't so smug on the ceiling as he glares at us, because we're ignoring him.