Deep inside the last Plasma hideout, surrounded by scientists and an increasingly irate leader, Red Genesect stirred. Its mind recalled the last moments of its life fighting against the beast of the half-crown moon. Its claws twitched, feeling oddly stiff. Its vision, which was already not particularly good, worsened after waking up.

  The air smelled weird. The only thing it could compare to would be territory markings, but all those had a distinct scent that roughly told the strength of the one that did it. This… felt detached, clean, and acrid at the same time. It wasn’t noxious like a poisonous one or filled with wrongness like a fairy.

  The other four Genesect twitched alongside Red. Their minds were linked into Its own as they roused from sleep. All remembered falling to the beast, one by one, as the monster annihilated their tribe.

  [If we survived, maybe the rest did as well.]

  Their youngest proposed, raising some hope in their hearts. Their leader agreed with the sentiment, but the weirdness of the situation tempered its expectations. The weird figures around them were agitated, having arguments in a language they were only starting to grasp.

  “…Att…! …Uno… ne!”

  The most ornate of the figures growled at the rest. Red assumed it was the leader. It had a different fur pattern and was clearly in command of the others. The Genesect army decided to play it by ear and watch before making any rash decisions.

  That stopped when the ornate figure pointed a red and white sphere at their youngest. With a flash of red light, it disappeared. The strange rock vibrated as silence permeated the room. As fury filled their cold hearts, they all similarly disappeared one by one.

  Red tried his best to resist the walls of his prison. The comfort it provided dulled its senses and darkness encroached in its mind. The Genesect tried to protest, it tried to rage against the unfair world that would give it a chance, only to rob it away soon after.

  With a muttered curse against the creator, all that was left was gentle blackness.

  ***

  “3 am…” Daniel muttered in his bed.

  It had been another night plagued with nightmares. His body was starting to resent his new sleep schedule, creaking in protest as he stretched. With a soft sigh, he rolled to face his unexpected companion.

  Mothra had sneaked in, likely trying to comfort her trainer. He brushed her mane with his hand, feeling the soft fur passing through his fingers. The moth chittered her mandibles in her sleep, her aura flaring in happiness and security. Daniel chuckled, quietly sending back feelings of joy through his aura.

  Feeling much more relaxed and ready to try to sleep again, he closed his eyes… just to shoot open once more when alarms began to blare.

  [EMERGENCY!]

  Donald, ever vigilant of the league’s network, sent off the alarms. Daniel and his team quickly shed off any drowsiness and prepared for deployment. Without delay, he stood and went to his wardrobe.

  “Report!”

  Daniel screamed as he donned his suit once again, feeling the familiar weight of his uniform on top of him. One by one his team would return to their respective Pokeball, with Lily as the last.

  [‘Team Plasma’ INITIATED A DIRECT ATTACK ON THE UNOVAN LEAGUE’S HEADQUARTERS. 5 POKEMON DESCRIPTIONS MATCH WITH MYTHICAL POKEMON: GENESECT.]

  “How could I forget about them…”

  Daniel admonished himself for not mentioning the small conclave of Genesect. It was a situation that resolved itself long past Plasma’s demise thanks to a Mewtwo. He softly cursed himself before putting on his combat boots and his beret.

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  “Prepare for teleport, Donald. We’re going to the league. R2, send our deployment info.”

  R2 entered his glasses, bathing his vision in bright orange before the color faded. Donald flew out of the TV and landed on top of his shoulders.

  “Gon!”

  Daniel double-checked his inventory, his team, his potions, and Kyurem’s silver Pokeball before he nodded at the digital duck.

  “Let’s go!”

  In a flash of psychic energy, Daniel appeared in the thick of a warzone. Several trainers shouted orders over one another while the Pokemon fired moves left and right. He thanked Arceus for the lack of Z-move bombardments or a Gigantamax siege. Explosions would ring now and again followed by screams. Pokemon would fall from the sky as combatants fought for aerial supremacy.

  Gym leaders and the Elites were in their battles against Plasma executives, devastating everything around them. Daniel even spotted Drayden fighting hand-to-hand against Pokemon by himself.

  Flashes of light would erupt overhead as the Genesect battled against Champion Iris. Their bodies blurred before they launched like arrows toward her struggling dragons. With a resolute nod, he lifted his bracer and flared his aura.

  [Deploy!]

  All his Pokemon, sans his helpers, appeared around him in a protective circle. Several trainers took notice of him and tried to divert attacks his way. Several light screens and reflect shimmered in, negating the moves completely. A brief ghostly terrain sent the enemy trainers packing in fear.

  With a nod, he looked upwards as his surroundings returned to normal.

  [Casper, help Iris. The rest of you are on support duty! Lily and Rodan, retrieve the wounded. Mothra, cover them. Lily and Gamera, reinforce the gym leaders.]

  [Understood!] His team answered as one through their auras and took off.

  Casper zoomed forward with a dragon rush to intercept the Red Genesect. The Myth, however, noticed her attack. With a flare of metallic aura, it answered with Iron head, briefly achieving a stalemate. An explosion of energy separated them.

  “Draaa… pult!”

  The Dragapult and the Genesect blurred as they dashed across the battlefield, firing moves against one another at extreme speeds. Dull explosions followed as their attacks connected one after the other. Any trainer or Pokemon that was in their way was quickly dispatched due to their sheer speed. Iris sighed in relief and seemed like she wanted to talk to him, but the other four Genesect and a very angry Hydreigon stopped her from doing so.

  Rodan and Lily tended to the wounded, recovering those that needed critical attention first with telekinesis and healing them with heal pulse. Mothra would flamethrower and psychic anything that tried to impede their efforts. Liberal use of rage powder, protect, and double team made any efforts to pin her down a slog.

  Gamera turned the tide for the younger gym leaders with surf, instantly resetting any particularly nasty fight. Elizabeth would follow soon after with a combo of axe kick and brick break to finish their foes.

  Even if the situation seemed under control… he knew it was a losing battle. It would not surprise him if every remaining Plasma operative was present, elite or otherwise. The five Genesect complicated matters even more. His Dragapult matched the Red Genesect’s speed as they raced through the skies, but she would tire first. And even if she won, there were 4 more waiting.

  “…Shit.”

  Using Gigantamax would undermine any attempt at subterfuge they made and would involve uncomfortable questions from their neighbors. That’s without counting the friendly fire that would follow from using G-max moves. A single resonance would wipe out both camps instantly. His only other option was a crazy idea that he wasn’t sure would work.

  With one last glance at the battlefield, he ran for cover. He jumped over debris and ducked under any stray attack that flew his way. Trainers became sparse as he left the combat zone, encountering more logistical personnel along the way. Tents were erected in front of the League building where he saw people carrying the wounded, applying combat stimulants to Pokemon before sending them back. There was even a small one that served sandwiches.

  “Hey! Daniel! Are your Pokemon hurt?!”

  A Joy nurse called out to him from one of the tents. It took him a moment to recognize Sarah and her Audino waving at him. He pivoted towards them with a smile.

  “No, but I’m about to do something reckless, I need somewhere to sit down.”

  She blinked owlishly at him but nodded.

  “Yes!” She nodded again and pointed at the tent. “Go to the back, there should be some space there.”

  “Thanks.” Daniel gave her a small bow and rushed to the tent.

  The inside was lit by a Chandelure floating near the center of the tent. Wounded People and Pokemon rested on stretchers, crying out in pain. Doctors and nurses dashed from patient to patient to treat them, prioritizing the heavily wounded. Daniel spared them a glance but didn’t interrupt them.

  He found an empty stretcher and sighed in relief before sitting down. With a heavy sigh and trembling hands, Daniel manually took the silver Pokeball out of his bracer. It felt cool to the touch and heavy like a brick. Even contained, Kyurem’s aura radiated, condensing the surrounding air into a thin mist. With slow, deliberate moves, he pressed it against his forehead and channeled his aura.

  Darkness overcame him in a flash. Heat left his body at an alarming rate and his heart slowed down. Dimly, he could feel ice forming on his body, sealing his mouth shut. He barely heard someone calling for him before falling backward.