FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

" Bollocks! What the fuck! This wasn't supposed to happen! " spat out the man, with wounds and burnt clothes.

" I was doing everything right! What the fuck was that!? " he continued to yell into the woods, where what little was left of his plane lay on the ground.

" Mike told me not to do that shit. " the guy kicked a piece of iron into the rest of the pile.

" ‘Nobody pays a hundred thousand greenbacks for a simple aerial survey of a wild forest.’ " he mimicked his friend's voice, grabbing his head and almost growling like a wild animal.

" Fucking pokémon! If you're going to shoot down an obscure 'flying thing', be kind enough to hit the fucking cockpit for sure! " he threw it into the forest, as if expecting someone to answer him, but the answer was only silence, which made him even angrier.

" Where are the goddamn pokémon when you need them so badly? I'm covered in fucking blood, my landing was heard across the forest, where are the fucking scavengers!? Predators!? Fucking hell, anyone? " he shouted at the top of his voice, hoping for something. But the forest's response was one of silence. Only the hissing of something talking in his plane, or rather what little was left of it, kept him company with his hysterical screams.

" Aah, fuck! Great! Now do me a favour and hit me with the same laser or whatever it was again! " he shouted as hard as he could into the sky, hoping it would honour his request.

" Fuck it! " he shouted, after standing for a minute looking up at the sky, waiting for his demise, but nothing happened.

NOTHING HAPPENED!

" Ugh... okay... now this isn't funny anymore. Where the fuck is everybody? " he looked around at the forest around him and listened to it, but heard nothing that should have been there. Even the wind seemed to have died down, along with the smouldering remains of his plane.

" No... Now I'm sure there's something wrong here. Even if the sound scared away the local pokémon, but I've been lying here unconscious for a couple of hours and after I woke up and tried to regain consciousness, it's been another hour. It's not supposed to work like that. " He sat down on a root sticking out of the ground and looked around again, this time slowly and deliberately, confused as to what he might have missed all this time.

" Even if this is a forbidden sector, even if there shouldn't have been people and their equipment here for over a decade. I'm sure the local beasts couldn't have been frightened by my crash enough to not make a sound for over four hours... Besides, some creature hit me. Where the hell is it? " he said, his eyes wandering thoughtfully around the neighbourhood.

Now that he'd blown off steam and yelled and realised that he wasn't going to die a quick death. His brain kicked into gear, trying to figure out why everything was happening to him. It's not supposed to be that easy. In a crash, if you didn't die immediately, you either became fodder for wild pokémon, or you were rescued by those pokémon, or you were pulled out by the emergency services. It was extremely rare that a person could get out of such a mess on their own, but even so, the pokémon had to get him. And his was quiet.

" Given the tales of the locals about this sector, I should have been torn up long ago. At the very least, I'd be actively chased, but nothing. " The guy got up from the root and approached the pile of junk that he found still useful.

" Well, Alexander Stars, you've gotten yourself into some particularly nasty shit. " he said, picking up his pilot's licence from the pile of stuff.

" Okay. So, given everything I've seen. I'm going to die a beautiful, hungry death with a chocolate bar. " he said, and he picked up the candy bar and opened the wrapper and took a bite. " Well, that's not so bad. Although I'd rather my dry foods didn't go up in flames instead of a fucking duffel bag of dirty clothes! " Alexander shouted at the end of his sentence, kicking the very same duffel bag.

" I guess I'll just go somewhere else for now and hope something kills me quickly and with a minimum of agony. " he said, taking only his pilot's licence and the small hatchet he always carried.

" And so. " said the boy, looking at the pile of metal that had once been his swallow, "My Lady Elizabeth, I regret to say that our paths are now parted. I hope you will be a wonderful refuge for your new masters, whoever they may be. " He curtsied towards the wreckage and gracefully turned one hundred and eighty degrees and headed off into the forest.

" Great Stars, now you are consciously going to meet your death, because you were afraid to tell anyone what sector you were going to go to, so to be sure you flew and looped beyond the radar visibility, so that no one would know what sector turned out to be so tasty. " he sighed heavily, severing another branch blocking his way. " And the customer, of course, will not come to help you, rather he will hire new guys who, if they meet you, will shoot you on the spot. " He shook his head wearily, shaking off these thoughts, for he would die before they sent someone after him. He had ten days to be someone's meal or starve to death.

And so Alexander, swearing to himself and sometimes aloud, dashed further into the forest, hoping that the further he got from the crash site, the faster he would meet his death by someone's fangs. He didn't believe he could survive out here without a firearm, or at least his own pokémon. There were more than enough reasons for that. The closed sector was like this for a reason. There had once been a war between Pokémon and humans here, even before Liberation. As such, any pokémon would tear up a human without question when they saw one. There were also some weird rumours about this place, about illegal labs and that the government had started a war to wipe out some gang of scientists. But nobody believed it, given that everything was used here, except nukes. And then it turned into cordoning off the whole area and giving it off"limits status. And when Pokémon Liberation happened, it all went away. The no"go zone was just lip service. A couple of barely alive bases with ancient radars that have not been serviced for so long that it's a miracle that they still somehow work. A fence that's long since rotten. But for the smugglers and explorers who flocked there, it quickly became clear that it wasn't the zone that was being guarded from external threats, but the rest of the world from what lived in the zone. As the former bandits that survived the raid there said, "These are not wild Pokémon, but war"hardened ruthless fighters, using everything they have to kill the enemy. Organised beasts!"

" Organised critters. " stras repeated the phrase he remembered, "Where are those horrible killers when you need them? " he yelled again, now thinking that perhaps his shouts had the special effect of scaring off the thug pokémon. Otherwise, he couldn't say why he was still alive. He'd taken off at four in the morning, he'd been hit at about half past six in the morning, and now it was evening and he was still alive and so hadn't heard a single pokémon. All luck and weirdness has a limit, and so what was happening to him was beyond that.

" Okay, now I'm pretty sure I'm going crazy, because I can see the road... What?" he hesitated and went back to looking at the road to his right again. He was talking to himself the whole way, picking up some things on automatic, definitely trying to deal with the stress he was definitely feeling, because when his eyes found the road and his voice voiced it. He didn't believe it, but a second look showed that it was indeed a road. A road that hadn't seen man and care in a very long time, but was still recognisable.

"So if this isn't my harm, where could a road lead here? " he stepped out onto it and looked both ways, as if expecting to see something, but there was naturally nothing there. " Well, I suppose I don't care where I go? " He asked the void, which did not answer him, and went to the right.

The road was definitely a road and had once been a good road, and it was under fire, he could tell from the craters he saw, which were overgrown with bushes and grass. And the further he went, the more often he met them. But there was no equipment, no fortifications, just the road, the craters and the forest. It took him another hour to realise that maybe the stories about the scientists weren't such stories. As he came to the complex, or rather, what used to be a complex.

" So, now it becomes terribly interesting, and at the same time it is clear what my customer was looking for, as well as why he needed aerial survey from low altitudes. It would have been impossible to find it any other way. " he said, looking round the ruins, where a battle had definitely been fought.

It was definitely a very fierce battle, as all the buildings and fortifications had been demolished almost to the ground. The only building that had two floors that were surrealistically valuable was in the centre of the devastation and definitely the main one. So the man's path went straight to it.

" Well now this is getting interesting. " he smirked, entering the passage.

" Or not..." he added almost immediately, as all that met him was just a corridor, "Now I think I understand why these two floors have survived," he said, looking at a pothole a metre deep in the wall, a half metre deep in the floor and a ten centimetre or so break, "I don't know what was blown up, but it was something very strong. If it was a door, it was a strange door and extremely strong.

Alexander continued down the corridor with interest, now realising that he was not walking on the original concrete floor, but one that had been scraped off after the battle. Why this had been done was not clear. However, at the end of the corridor a staircase downstairs awaited him and nothing else, once again everything had been scraped away.

" What?" he said as he went downstairs, and instead of another scraped or ruined space, he was greeted by a hallway. Abandoned, covered in a thick layer of dust, but outwardly a whole lobby. A reception desk, waiting couches, tables, and an iron door.

Such a picture made him walk disbelievingly towards the front desk, as if he expected to see some asleep clerk, but instead he was suddenly jerked awake as soon as he looked behind it.

" Shit!" he shouted, coming to his senses and shaking his head, trying to get up, but his body didn't respond well to his commands for the first few seconds, but when he was able to get to his feet and the blurry lights stopped dancing in front of his eyes, he knew he was fucked.

" Oh fuck... How... how... how is it possible...? " he said in a disbelieving voice, staring at the large closed steel door instead of the stairwell, but that wasn't the only change.

" What the fuck is going on here? " All the chairs, tables, walls and reception desk he'd seen before now looked the way they should after an assault. Shot up, burnt, blown up, cut up.

" No, that's not it, though. Why am I seeing this now, but saw it before? " he went to the door to the stairs and touched it first, as if expecting his hand to go through it, but it didn't, and he felt the coldness and texture of the metal. Then Stares hit the door first once, then twice, then kicked it, then flew into it with a sprint, but the door stayed in place.

" Bitch! Why is this happening to me! " he threw towards the front desk, then kicked the door again and heard a click.

" What? " all he had time to say was that a pokéball flew out of the hole in the ceiling and hit the ground, releasing its contents in the form of a red beam that turned into a lukario in a fighting stance. The way Alexander flew from the pokémon to the nearest wall with a shriek and speed unprecedented for a human was amazing. He even managed to flail behind the remains of the couch before the pokéball came to a final stop on the floor. But a second passed, two, three, five, ten. And nothing happened. On the thirtieth, the pilot peeked out and was puzzled. Lucario stood still and stared blankly at the wall. Only his posture had changed from a fighting pose to that of a butler.

" This is how things get weirder and weirder... " Stares slowly stood up and shook himself off and slowly approached Lucario, watching carefully for changes in the one. And when it was just over two metres away, the pokémon suddenly came to life and turned towards him. The man was ready to recoil at the same instant, but froze, unable to believe what he was seeing. Lucario performed a bow to him, the bow of a servant to a guest. Alexander had a slight fascination with aristocratic etiquette, so he knew what he was seeing.

" Greetings master, in the Freedom complex," the pokémon said and stood at attention.

Stars had so many questions now that he didn't know what to say or where to start. He wasn't required to, though.

" We are glad to have you back and please follow me to a more appropriate place. " said the lucario and wandered towards the iron door behind the reception desk, which, although it looked shot, melted and possibly blown up, but definitely not working, came to life as soon as the ‘butler’ approached it. The pilot, with a disbelieving stare, watched as the door, with terrible creaks and clicks, came to life and opened. Making him gasp when he saw the thickness of it was at least five metres of steel.

" Oh, Arceus almighty, what is this place? " he said, and was ignored by the lucario who stood at the door, waiting for him.

" They put doors like this in shelters in case of nuclear war, what's she doing here? " He marvelled as he walked past the door, following the pokémon.

And next they walked through the remains of the battlefield, this place was no longer cleaned up. Casings, traces of blood, scorch marks, slash marks, blows, the remains of barricades. Only there were no corpses. They walked on, manoeuvring amongst it, then down a staircase one level down where history repeated itself, only the destruction increased. Then another level down again, the same story, the only difference being that there was only corpse. And again down a level, where they had to climb down the remains of the ladder, and at the end they had to jump, as there was no ladder at all. Here he marvelled as he was greeted by a cut at least a metre deep in concrete and twenty centimetres wide, and on the other side was a door that had been ripped inwards and it was an even thicker door than the first. Lucario still the same, without showing a trace of doubt, moved into the hole in the door and the man followed him. To be dumbfounded.

" So now I'm confused... How is this possible? " he said as he stepped onto the clean, unbroken white tiles just beyond the blast"damaged door.

" We expected the master to return one day, so we prepared for your return. " Suddenly, the lucario who had previously ignored his questions answered and continued deeper into the complex.

" Are you answering now? " Stares threw in with feigned irony and was once again ignored,

"Or not....”

It took them ten minutes of winding through the corridors to enter a room, no more like a hall. Which greeted him with a multitude of stares staring back at him. Stares of pokémon, different pokémon, but more unusually friendly, polite, joyful, and lustful. Alekstandr even jerked when the delphox licked itself.

" Greetings to our host. Welcome back to Freedom. We have been looking forward to seeing you. " said in unison by this entire crowd of pokémon, bowing slightly to him as they rose from their seats, then pointed to his seat. Which was a very luxurious leather chair that he was afraid to sit in, in his current state, being covered in dust, blood and dirt. But under the pressure of this group, he did not dare to resist them, and took his proper seat. As soon as he sat down, a wave of relaxation and peacefulness swept over him. Not a natural wave that quickly spread through his body, and before Stares realised it, he was unable to move, followed by a sudden drowsiness that he was unable to resist.

" Welcome back master! " was the last thing he heard.