PKMN Stories of Seliria: Mission Mewtwo - Prologue

     The Poke’world of Seliria has been a peaceful land since its initial discovery, with an expansive diversity of Pokémon living in undisturbed harmony.  It is comprised of sparkling lakes, towering peaks, freezing snow lands, vibrant plains, pristine shorelines and more.  Seliria and its inhabitants have adapted to the mixed geography.  As Pokémon situated some developed social bonds, leading to the rise of colonies and settlements, bringing bustling liveliness to the world.  With society comes joy and conflict, and though Seliria is overall a happy, do-gooding place with a high quality of life, it’s not perfect.  Even Pokémon society demands security, and thus the Seliria Safeguard Operatives arose.

     Beginning as a little gathering of peacekeepers, SSO bloomed into a worldwide organization over the years, and as a result, the welfare of the world was stabilized dramatically.  During development, participating Pokémon became immensely more resourceful and sophisticated.  Measures like threat priorities and mapping was formed, and even construction of bases known as Stations took place.  They were built across Seliria centered in specific Regions, set by the SSO in regards to the climate and terrain while preserving the surrounding environment as much as possible.  Outposts were scattered across these regions as well.  Certain territory was purposefully left undocumented to make place for undisturbed wilderness.

     Seliria has enjoyed two decades of minimal strife since the initial emergence of the SSO.  On one stormy afternoon in the Mountainous Region, a terrifying event transpired that would bring change and fear to the entire world…

     It was a cold and stormy day for much of Seliria.  A surge of energy was detected from the dilapidated territory of Grisly Valley have resulted in the deployment of several ground scouts from the nearby Mt. Seliria’s SSO base to investigate the premise.  This landmark has been one of the world’s greatest unsolved mysteries; the ground is tarred and ashy, the trees stripped of leaves and moss, barren of grass, ruins of architecture, just a bare wasteland with little life.  The cause and effect of this land’s geography eludes confirmation from any and all explanations and theories.  For years, no concerning trace of activity has been output or felt from Grisly Valley, until…

     “We’re almost there everyone.  This is the first trek into the valley for any of the SSO in years, be ready for anything!” Shouted the scout head; a Jolteon, his squad charging down the mountain trail towards the destination.  They slowed as the green wet grass beneath them gradually transitioned to rotten, muddy terrain.

“Something is indeed… amiss…” muttered a nearby Xatu.  Be on guard.”

     The scout squad began inspecting the area.  Not just a minute into the search, the ground began to violently quake, toppling the dead weak trees and knocking all the Pokémon off balance.

     “Fall back! Run!” shouted the lead Jolteon.  All the scouts began to retreat back into familiar territory, with the Xatu mentally contacting the Receivers back at the Mountain Station.

“This is scout Xatu 1.  There is significant sudden seismic activity here at Grisly Valley.  We are retreating as I speak.  Ready emergency response and all-“

     Its message was interrupted as the scout fainted from hits by pieces of ruinous rubble coming from… above.  The entire expanse of the valley got torn from the ground and was now slowly rising, faster and further, inching towards the crying clouds.  The massive, upheaved Grisly Valley carried the majority of the scout force into the air, the leader included.  With it came deafening screams from Pokémon below and above, nearly drowning out the thunderclaps in the background.  Little remained of the squad on solid ground, which began to haul tail back to the SSO’s Mountain Station.

     Grisly Valley has been the only part of Seliria that is truly forsaken and forbidding, though posing no harm to the rest of the world, yet.  No shred of a clue can be provided for its conditions.  On this day though, nearly the entire territory was ripped from the earth, rising up to the height of Mt. Seliria’s SSO Station, causing widespread panic.  Aerial scouts were sent to investigate, only to be stopped by a seemingly indestructible force.  As if with minds of their own, ruins within the newly christened Grisly Island fired back at the scouts.  The brave survivors that got the closest look at Grisly Island told of seeing a lone Pokémon in the middle of it all.  Descriptions matched the identity of Mewtwo, one of the most violent-tempered beings in existence.  A small second wave of scouts was sent for confirmation, returning with the same speculation.  The real mystery is how such power could amass into one single Pokémon, enough to tear a chunk of the earth, and taint the very fibers of its being and those around it.  Then, the unthinkable happened…

     Upon slightly exceeding the clearance of the station, Grisly Island’s ascent came to a stop.  All attempts to breach the mysterious force surrounding it have proven futile, leaving the SSO completely lost about what to do.        Two days later, a tunnel bridge made from some of the islands stone ruins began forming, extending towards the Cliffside Perimeter at a frightening pace.

      The station’s Supervisor, Skylar the Altaria, stirred from her perch near the peak of Mt. Seliria.  Descending upon her establishment, she directed orders, voice struggling to overpower the noise around her.

     “All civilian Pokémon please retreat for your safety down the mountainside towards our nearest outpost in any adjacent region, and do NOT turn back!  All battle-able Pokémon, we must be ready to fight to defend our territory.  We can’t let them control the Mountain, and do NOT try to cross to the other side!  My trusty PSY Spies here, alert all Seliria’s bases and the Overseer.  I’m declaring a Red Level report!  I repeat Red Level report!”  Taking a deep breath, the Supervisor yelled at the top of her voice “Commence procedures NOW!!”

     The Station’s population began carrying out their aforementioned assignments as the bridge from the island continued to reach for them.  The common folk grabbed their youths and whatever else they could hold before fleeing down Mt. Seliria’s most accessible trails, while back at the epicenter, battle positions were taken and authorities were informed.  In moments the ruined bridge was nearly complete, and figures started to emerge from within.  The Deputy out near the front yelled back.

     “Supervisor!  A large number of Pokémon are rushing down the bridge, and they appear to be hostile.  Mistress, your orders?”

     “Defensive positions!  Do not kill unless your life depends on it, and don’t flee unless I give the order.  We need to give our all to protect this base!”  She replied.  Skylar clutched her Mega Stone, prepared to fight with the rest of the forces.

Here goes nothing.

     Upon Mega evolving, she glided forward as the bridge from Grisly Island gripped the granite on the edge of the station’s overlook.  The enemy Pokémon had eyes of solid black, rushing towards the soldiers with unbridled ferocity and rage.  The supervisor then gave the order to retaliate.

“Charge!”

     Both sides met claw with claw, fist with fist, and beam with beam.  The battle raged on, and despite the damage as losses thus far, the tide seemed to be in favor of Seliria Safeguard Operatives, until the silhouette of Mewtwo stepped out of the tunnel bridge.  It gave nothing but a loud, deep growl before going on the offense, firing hunks of psychic power all over creation, smashing constructions and knocking out the lesser soldiers with a single hit.  No kind of response from any attack against it seemed to do notable damage, and those who attacked up close got flung off the mountain by its tail, more often than not.

During its rampage, the Mewtwo came face-to-face with the Mega Evolved Skylar.

     “I won’t let you go through with this Mewtwo.  I’ll beat you myself if I have to!”  She shouted as she fired a Moonblast, though missing as Mewtwo teleported behind her and hit with a Psychic, sending her smashing to the ground.

“Gah!”

     Getting up, the Supervisor launched a Draco Meteor directly at the Mewtwo, connecting and actually leaving a mark.  In return, Mewtwo unleashed what seemed to be a massive Hyper Beam, wrecking everything and everyone around it before turning it to Skylar.

“UrrgahhhAH!.  Everybody, save yourselves… now!”

Her few surviving subjects that were looking on with horror wasted no time in leaving by the Supervisor’s order, planning to make contact with SSO’s stations right away, the nearest being Central Region’s.

     Mewtwo held Skylar up with telekinesis and mumbled some words.  “I’ll be liberating this base now, and soon, all of Seliria.  You know too much to be left alive.  What a joke you were in battle.”

     Following the phrase, he Poison Jabbed Skylar in the throat with great force.

“Kuhh! Urr… ughh… uhhn…”

She dropped to the ground as Mewtwo let out a sinister, raspy laugh.

      After three days following Grisly Island’s ascent, the Mountain Region Station was attacked and overtaken by the wave of savage Pokémon.  The civilians and few battle survivors fled for other regions, leaving their station behind.  It ended up being restructured into a gateway fortress to Grisly Island, the supposed base of Mewtwo and his new Legion.  Immediately following this incident, an ongoing effort by the name of Mission Mewtwo was launched to protect Seliria from all opposing forces, seek intelligence on Grisly Valley’s upheaval, piece together the puzzle surrounding the rise to Mewtwo and his Legion’s power, and ultimately free all tainted Pokémon from their unnatural suffering to restore peace to Seliria.

      The present day is just over a year since Mission Mewtwo was started.  Though the enemy forces have been suppressed to an extent with no major losses for the SSO yet, all their other goals have advanced from little to nowhere.  In the Central Region of Seliria, a female Ninetales named Corona recently got promoted to Silver Status in the SSO for her excellent field work and bravery.  Shortly afterwards, she took her usual walk and stumbled upon a badly injured Pokémon near Tranquill Town, just outside of the Central Station…

     On this day; clean and pristine with the sun shining, the Pidoves singing, the Kricketunes’ melodies filling the air with positive feelings and soothing sound waves.  Tranquill village is relishing in this rarity of a weathercast, a gentle reprieve from the conflicts scattered about Seliria.  Perhaps it’s a sign of good things to come, but most just see it simply as nature’s bright side having its turn.

     Corona the Ninetales was strolling through the village the day after her promotion, hearing a wealth of cheery chimes from the Pokémon she passed by.  No words came from her mouth; just a smile as she left the town atmosphere behind to take her usual walk in the wilderness.

     “Mmmm, the day seems almost too pleasing.” She said with a big stretch.  “I wonder if I’ll see anything inter-“she broke off her self-talk when she saw a Riolu in the distance, face down and mangled.

     “Oh my goodness!”  She raced to its side and immediately checked for breathing.  “Just barely.  He… feels so cold.  Almost dead cold…”

     Corona took a few paces back and breathed a gentle flame off to its side in attempt to warm up the poor Pokémon.  Soon she saw a slight movement and sat by its side.

“Hello, young one, can you see me?  Can you hear me?  Please say something.”

“Mmff… urrrr… what’s that… voice?  Who… who’s there?”  The Pokémon’s voice was very weak, making little movement as it spoke.

     Corona let out a loud sigh of relief.  “I’m glad you’re alive!  My name is Corona, I’m a Ninetales.  I was taking my morning walk and found you here.  There’s a village nearby, you need treatment right away.  Can you move at least enough to get on my back?” She asked softly.

“I… think so.  Thank you.  Urrrr”

     Corona helped the weak Riolu off the ground and onto her back, softly walking back into the village and heading to the medical tent.  Surrounding villagers were disarmed by the extent of the stranger’s wounds as they went to the healer’s tent.

     “Poor thing…” muttered the Audino inside.  “It’s going to need heavy care at the medical division at the Central Station right nearby.  He’s struggling to function at all, I alone can’t treat him.”  She admitted with disdain.

     “I’ll do whatever is needed.  Thanks anyways.” Replied Corona as she padded out and changed course towards the Seliria Safeguard Operatives’ Station in the Central Region of the world.  The massive establishment came into view upon reaching the outskirts of Tranquill Village, well-built and very advanced for Pokémon resources and standards.  The Riolu was unconscious yet again, fighting back the looming doom trying to pluck him from this life.  Balancing speed and gentleness, Corona came up to the entrance and spoke to the puzzled gate guards.

    “Welcome back Corona.  Who might this stranger be?” Questioned one of them.

“I don’t know yet, and there’s no time to ponder.  He’s practically dying here; I need to get him to the medical division right now!” Demanded Corona worriedly.

     The guard opened the gate to the Central Station.  Corona briskly transferred the Riolu into the possession of the professionals.  She prayed silently.

Just hold on, young one…