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The Shade Chronicles: The Time Complex.

Warning: This is a violent, gory, ill-mouthed, & maybe some explicit scenes later on in this story. Viewer Discretion is partially advised. Viewers should be 18+, but why i even say this is strange as it is. Also, why this is typed is so I am exempt from blame if I ruin your probably already screwed up young head. I mean, we are on possibly the largest, and most likely the best Furry site on the Internet. Which has every sexual preference, fetish, and everything that is morally wrong to a normal, not-out-of-mind person, which is unlike you and me. More so me then you. Any who, I did my job at delaying you before you ignore this announcement anyways. Thanks for ruining my time and energy by ignoring this if it applicable to you. -_-b

This is the anticipated story I was ranting about. There are several to come... Maybe about five sections per chronicle... And the best part is that Shade is, by what happened to him, he is somewhat able to time travel, but he is spending time by attempting to perfect the ability. And this is generally what happens. Also, pokemon like umbreon are still four legged, they just have special armor and weapons for them. Btw, I will add the editors when and if they proofread it. Also, since this is will eventually be Vietnam, there may or may not be pokemon in it... Yet. And the first part is NOT carrying on from my last series...

Prologue Ya know that bitchy feeling of waking up at three in the morning, and making a mad dash to the toilet when you puke your brains out? That's what it felt like when I woke up. And it was frigid in the thing I was in. Judging on the icey feeling and in a part metal, part glass tank, I assumed I was in some sort of Cold-storage tank. Some pleasant steam started to pump into my tank, it made me feel warm, like it was pumping life into my cold, stiff body. The door started to open, and I was blinded by the lights, which lit the steam up, making it impossible to see period. As the door opened, I tried to beware and step out. Bad idea.

"Test Subject Number 14.

Subject series 115. Name: Daniel Daze.

Rank: Black Ops/ Spec Ops Captain, Squad Sergeant of Squad 115.

Class: Reconnaissance & weapon(Designated Marksmen level, Overall level 1000.) Specialist.

Elite tactical knife training.

Danger Level: Extreme.

Notices: Very violent and determined, Armor is Biologically implanted, class A, Specialty in Demolitions.

Blood Type: O+.

Intiating: Date of freezing- Dec. 31, 2012, 2359 Hours.

Date of Heating- Jan. 17, 6362, 1501 Hours.

4352nd Anniversary of the transformation of Pokemon into Physical World.

Daniel "Shade", welcome to the Unova Region. You have allies with the Sinnoh region. Your enemies are the Half Island Allience. This is consisted of the Johto and Kanto Regions. You, Mary "Loony", Tony "PJ", & Alyssa "Child" are now Squad 115, the most elite commando squad that will ever be trained. Your Squad's Callsign shall be "Stray Dogs." You know what it means. Now, come meet your squadmates..."

End of Prologue...

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Okay, this is the way the things are gonna fly, There is the Shade Chronicles, then there are each individual Chronicle, after that, we have the Articles of a Chronicle, and lastly, we have Sections. The sections are basically a chapter of some several thousand words. This means that in the five articles of a Chronicle, we have 10 to 12 sections overall. So a Chronicle is basically 5 mini-series to make a Bad Ass Story, and I might not put Chronicles together, because that would take a lot of space, but I might, so, I have wasted about two minutes of your life by reading this confusing crap, and I hope this Section will make it up...

The Shade Chronicles: The Time Complex:

Article 1: Squad 115:

Section 1: Fight Night: Snaps and cracks...

Ya know when some one is allowing something but then, then Life is like, "Fine, and by the way, HEADS UP!!!!"

The steam cleared, showing that I had indeed been changed. Now, I was a Lucario, only with opposable thumbs, and pitch black fur. I took a step, and promptly fell over. Note to self, learn to always walk in the sprinter's style. I easily walked now that I had the muscles to walk on my toes as a normal walking stance. A weird black and red device with a reddish screen was attached to my left forearm's plate. It had a hole to accommodate my wrist spike. It was 'The SHADE/TPWLSAFCPSOGK v variant' and had a reddish screen. I tapped it, and it asked if I wanted to activate the Heads Up Display, which I then realized I was looking through the visor of a helmet. I need to start noticing things. I tapped 'yes,' which made the visor light up, and long lines of Binary Code flooded the screen. Had I not played enough video games to be able to not puke from close-up HUDs, I would have vomited in my helmet. As fast as it appeared, it went away. A weird outline of a person was visible. I awkwardly strutted towards it. It looked like a Porygon-Z, and I got a weird look from it, as it gave me a glare of creepiness. I decided it knew what was happening.

"Hello? I want to talk. Some voice started talking and I thi-," I started.

"Hey! I just work this panel, got that way, what ever you are!" He interrupted.

I look the way he pointed, and started to walk that way. I saw this guy that had a white lab coat, and went to him.

"Hello, are you the Droid I'm looking for?" I asked, somewhat with some mirth.

"Huh? What is a Droid? He asked, not getting it.

"Have you ever heard of Star Wars?" I asked, wondering what the issue was.

"No. What's that?" He asked, in obvious confusion.

"Never mind. You are too young... Any way, I was just let out of one of those tube things, and it said that I had a 'Squad' and I figured I should head there. Where to?" I asked, not letting any mirth out.

"Ummm, here, let me update your Heads Up Display, and it shall lead you there. If it doesn't, ask some one, and get it checked when you get there. Uh, your name's 'Shade', right?" He asked, still slightly confused.

"Daniel, but I'm still nicknamed Shade..." I replied.

"Ehhh, ummm, there you go, good luck. I'm Murphy Stersta, the Class 2 Technician of Sub-Integration Electronics. I make the small electronics on the armor that you're wearing, and I make upgrades and patches. If you have a compliant or request, just tell me, I might be able to help." He added.

"Got it, see ya."

I heard a small ping, and a small dark red arrow appeared, and pointed toward a far off hallway, like in Halo, but in red. I followed it, until this guy in camo fatigues shoved me into the wall.

I turned to him, and a prompt, "What in damn Hell is that for?" Came out, because I am pissed. He started to yell, "You bastard! We's gonna make sure you don't make it to your briefer alive!"

"Bullshit, Mofo!" I growled.

I grabbed his fist in mid-punch, and squeezed his fist until it shattered, making me glad that the armor made you like a boss. I waited for him to squeal in agony, then twisted it behind his back, jerked it sharply, heard the snap, then finally grabbed the back of his head, and promptly slammed it into the wall. I turned, and carried on walking. People stared at my bloody gloves, and walked that much faster when they had to walk by me. I liked the looks of fear them gave, and nearly ate the aura of horror when they saw me... I regained my self control, and carefully suppressed it so I enjoyed the results, but not let it control me... I finally got to the door that the nav said was the door to the room I sook.

"Arrival upon Co-ordinates, Navigation System Programs now entering power-saver and Sleep mode." Played a slightly feminine disembodied voice through the speakers in my helmet.

I saw a keypad, and typed in 'World In Disaster: Shadow Heart Protocol' subconsciously, and blinked in surprise that I got it right, and I regretted I now had a bunch of bloody buttons on some one's keypad. The door shifted an inch, and a subtle click played. The door slid into the left wall, and I walked into the room, unafraid of what was there. I saw a desk of the 'Head Advisor of Special Operations & 'Commando-Specific' Missions', and my friends, who I guess were iced with me.

"Alyssa? Are you okay?" I whispered into the Private Link, which was inaudible outside the helmet.

"Daniel?" She asked in disbelief. "I was wondering how you were, what's happening?" I whispered, except to the reciever.

"We are getting our mission, he will probably explain what was said before you came in." She got up and we embraced, then sat down, now willing to listen to the desk man.

"As I was saying, you will need rapid entry at Bulkhead D-72, and then fire a Stair-Bare into the main stairway to the left, where you shall need closed if you want to not deal with a constant stream of enemy squads. After you retrieve the codes, backtrack to Hanger 3ARC-91, where you will be your extracted, but you MUST comm command that you have the codes. You could attempt to lock this bulkhead, and fuse it shut, as that might buy you a good ten minutes. Now, any questions?" Was the rest of the briefing.

I raised my hand and spoke,"One, what's the armoring for this op, and I need to know the first part of the briefing?"

"You will get to pick from the armory, and I believe that a certain teammate of yours has recorded this, so please have her give you that video, and I shall send you blue prints and the main plan when you reach the armory. And by the way, please wash the blood off your hands, it's quite disturbing to the servicemen with Desk Jobs and weak stomachs. We also need to have a talk." He explained, and a hint of annoyance played towards the end.

My old friends, now my squad, shuffled out of the room with the clacking of armor, and a hand clapped my right shoulder plate, I knew was Tony, silently informing me that he was waiting for my signal to rush in, as we had when the main war was fought before we got frozen.

Then man stood up, ready to talk. "Okay, Daniel, first, why in the hell would you walk in with blood on your hands? And why were you late, these are related, I wager?"

"This guy started screaming obscenities and tried to slug me." I replied.

"And what did you do?" He questioned.

"I caught his fist, broke it, snapped his wrist, twisted it behind his back, next I snapped his shoulder bones, then finally slammed face into the metal wall. I apologize for damaging the wall." I casually responded.

"He instigated it entirely, am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

"I guess I have to believe you, just get to the armory. But know this, there is some that don't want to use or even unfreeze humans like you, even if your a pokemon now, they still don't like it, because they believe you still fight for what ever faction you did in the Species War. I suggest you make your squad's reputation extremely high if you want some respect. This mission should help you, as we are making this public. I shall inform you when you return on how good you did. Good luck."

"Got it. And sir?"

"Yes, Daniel?"

"First, call me Shade. Second, what is the kind of gun is used in this time?"

"Well, we have a mixed variety. Some are Ballistics, but mostly energy or plasma type weapons."

"Thanks."

I put in 'Armory' on the nav system, and it asked in the disembodied voice, "Would you like this installation's armory? With voice controls?"

"Affirmative, yes please, and thank you." I replied.

"Thank you, working." It played.

I lightly jogged down the halls, and saw my squad standing around a heavy armored door. I walked up, then put my hand near the keypad, but before I could type, the HUD played, "Auto-code initiated, remain calm." It quickly typed the code in, controlling my left hand through the gauntlet, which also had some small electronics on it, like a very angular and somewhat boxy, but when I activated it out of curiosity, it was very, VERY bright, I guess it could be used to blind some one. There was also a extendable blade that extended out from a small slit on the bracer, like in that Star Wars game, where you're that Republic commando or something.

Back in reality, the door slid open, and I strolled in, my friends following me. When I arrived, there was a Staff Sergeant assembling the most epic-looking rocket launcher I have ever seen in my life. I walked over to him, hoping he knew what I would like to use in this Gen of weapons.

"Sarge, my squad needs some weapons, could you help us?" I asked.

"That depends, are you going to be blowing up some Halvies?" He questioned, in the stereotyped voice of a sergeant.

"Only if you give me something better then my fist, because they just don't bleed right without a gun..." I replied, something sinister in my voice.

"I know what you mean, and sir, I heard about what you did to that Shock Trooper earlier this afternoon, and I like a man who has the balls to fight, and win, against them, they're stuck up because before you, they were the best of the best, and now they have been dethroned."

"In my eyes, everyone is important to the structure of an army. They may do the suicide missions and come back victorious, but the cooks, or the armorer, like you, made them like that. If you didn't supply them, they'd die. If they weren't fed properly, they would starve and won't be fully operational. I am kinda out of date, and the latest gun I know is M4A1, so I need something good. Any choices?" I replied, stating my thoughts.

"True that, well, I can think of a weapon your squad can use to large effectiveness. Follow me." He spoke, and started to the far wall, which had many racks that slid out, and pulled one out that was marked 'SHN-14 Series'.

He pulled it out to the section marked 'H7 Series' and pulled one out. It very angular, and had a small display showing the rounds left. He handed it to me, and laughed as I gave a weird look at the strange gun in my hands.

"Why is the Mag slot on the left side?" I asked, the only thing that shuffled from my head to my mouth.

"So you can shoot with one hand, an reload with the other. And it has a very special thing about this model. It is three weapons in one. Observe." He explained, much mirth in his voice.

He reached for the the mag, then actually took off the top piece of the muzzle(This thing was about 18 inches long, so this was taking off about 4 inches of the top part of the end.) Then quickly slapped a boxy-ish, thick, thing on it, and it had a cylinder-like tube on the left side, and a small screen about a square inch, and I figured it out.

"It's also a grenade launcher!" I exclaimed, in amazement.

"I love this gun, but it sadly is best for Spec Ops, because it's design, obviously. It also has a nice sniper attachment, the scope is linked to the HUD, is non-reflecting, and it's not meant for infantry combat in large scales." He explained.

I think I nearly wept. But I needed more then just that.

"I love it, but we need more then just that, because I personally would prefer a sniper rifle to accompany that, and I know PJ would like a Light weight Rocket launcher, Loony wants a heavy, repeating gun, and Lissie, what do you want?" I started to list.

"Maybe something that is like a shotgun." She answered.

"Yeah, a shotgun. We need that too. Can you get that?" I added.

"Let's check. The mission inventory I just got from the D.O.B.O. is needing some door knocking. I saw see what I can modify to accommodate your op. Let's explore the Racks." He informed us.

He led us to a table, which had and amazing looking rifle was in partial disassemblence. I looked at the other little parts and and gave a questioning look to the armorer.

"I give you the DG-192 LRFL Marksman Rifle. I call it the Scavenger. It mainly fires a fuse that will blow up after three seconds. There is also near instant explosion clips, and delayed detonation for a total of 10 seconds. It can fire penetrator rounds. I also have a Multiple-Style lens scope. It can be normal, thermal, Night-Vision, Electronic, and special lens that is Aura-Detecting. It is also very light, you can sprint only slightly hindered by it. Let me finish and, ah, there you go. I just needed to put the power source in position and to activate. I warn you, only two people are able to use the same rifle. It imprints your DNA, and senses it when handled. I was able to have it tested with special equipment. Here, the two members of the squad that are going to be using it, come here." He described to us.

Alyssa and I stepped forward. I watched the sergeant take a sample from my wrist, then Alyssa's. He put them in these really weird inch-long tubes, which he fitted into a slot that shut, then fused itself so it became concealed by the dark red and black designs on it. I carefully picked up, then looked down through the scope. It was set for normal, and it could be zoomed in on variable lengths. It also strangely right in my arms, like it was part of me. I slid it to my back, using the strap on it. It was easier then normal... Strange. I started to grab the clips of varied fuses, separating them by the pouches in my belt, then loaded another pouch with penetrator rounds. I followed him to another table, which had a wicked-looking repeater on it.

"It has 1000 bolts in each pack. This is an energy weapon, and should be used by the heavy weapons, which I guess 'Loony' is." He instructed.

Mary's eyes lit up like twin suns. I watched her lift it up, then it hung from her hands.

"Oh, here, since it's so heavy, it has a anti- grav beam that makes it pretty light. I'll flip the switch for you." He said.

He flicked a small switch on the side, and it lifted its self up some, and Loony had a smile as she carried her new found friend. He went back to the rack wall, then pulled out a matte black shotgun from Wall O' racks. He handed it to Alyssa in a almost reverent way. She seemed to approve after looking down the iron sights.

"I would also like one, too." I claimed.

He promptly handed me one, also. I hung it upside down below my right shoulder on my back, so it could roll off my shoulder when I grab for it, making it easier to aim right when I grab it.

"What about pistols? We might need those when the shotties run out. Something powerful, or with high endurance, please?" I requested.

"I have some experimental pistols that use a rare plasma/solid crystal that generates energy called the X-7. They never need reloading, but overheat if fired to fast. They supposedly can fire up to 20 in a rapid order before overheating. It cools fast enough to double tap every three seconds without overheating. Also, due to the type of energy the crystal releases, they have a extremely high endurance. I think a custom pistol I made will also suite you, if the X-7 pistols fail you. Be warned, these need ammo, and are meant for either Door-Breaching or last resort. Just remember that." He iterated.

Now that we were armed to the teeth, I started for the door.

"Thanks for the shiny sticks, we'll make sure they do their job." I waved my hand, not turning.

"Wait! Before you go, take one of the bags on the shelf by the door, it will have everything else you need." He responded.

I grabbed the top one, my squad doing the same. We followed the Nav arrow that had popped up when we exited the armory, until we arrived at the Hanger Bays. It lead us to Hanger Bay 7, Dock 3, where a strange looking shuttle awaited us. It looked reminiscent to the Pelican from Halo, but was more Star Wars like. I saw a Sawk in a flight suit that was like a space suit walk over to us, jumping down its perch of the hood of it.

"Hello, are you Squad 115?" it asked. I nod.

"Okay, I'm Carrie, your pilot. We are scheduled to launch in about five minutes. The preparations have already been started for lift off, Captain. Please get comfortable once in the cabin, as we have a bumpy flight ahead." She, apparently, detailed.

I nod again, then on a private channel, "Let's get in."

To her I was a silent soldier, waiting for carnage. We piled in, adjusting packs, webbing, weapons, and equipment so we were somewhat able to sit, yet be ready to storm out the door.

"We are now departing. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, thank you for flying with Unova-Sin Airlines." Carrie's voice played in the speakers in the cargo cabin.

After a shudder, the shuttle lifted off, and started to slowly spin, floating. After a sharp lurch, the shuttle began to head towards our mission's area. I figured now was the time to make Hard-Contact plans.

"Alright, if the DZ is hot, Loony is going to be second out, slightly beside me. I'm going to lunge out, and start giving covering fire, while Loony is making it possible for you to get out unscathed. Lissie, you take point, clearing the DZ of hostiles until we get our bearings. PJ, put down heavy support with the grenade attach. Once the DZ is clear, we rapidly enter through the maintenance hatch to the left, from there I take point. We keep going until intersection B8, there we turn left, and head that way until we reach Roof Access East for Hanger H5, then we drop down via rope, taking out the unarmed Shock Troopers while they are in an inspection. Everyone but Loony use the grenade attach, while she is killing the stragglers not killed by us. Once we land, I will fire a two minute charge into a support beam, causing the hanger to collapse, making it unusable. Once this is completed, we triple time it down the hall to the Main System Storage, where I will start the Hack. You guys need to cover me while I'm typing, otherwise I can't make there freezers melt their ice-cream. After that, the Artillery will begin their barrage. If we timed it right, a shell will blow a hole at the end of the hall, where our evac is waiting. Every one copy that?" I explained my plan to my squad.

"Copy." Answered PJ.

"Got it." Was Loony's response.

"Yep." Came Lissie.

"This is your conscious speaking, we are encountering turbulence and Flak has spotted our escorts. We might have a some bumps. If we start to go down, above your head is a parachute. I would get that now. Also, if you didn't know, there is nearly half of our armed forces inflight behind us. We are trusting you to nail the first base, because when we start to bomb them, they will attempt to relay our position, and we will fail if that happens. There is a stealth bomber ahead of us, ready to drop several smart bombs on their Relay Building. We have spent four years of planning and preparation for this day. Taking out Air Fields, Relay Stations, Barracks, and even factories. You can't fail. In about ten minutes the other forces will slow and halt, waiting for your success. But we have the second half of our forces making a normal assault on the ground. Only about 15 minutes in which they realize this time we plan on winning. This base you are attacking has made every attack fail. Make sure you guys are the killjoys. We are about to arrive at the DZ in three minutes. Gear up. Over and out." Carrie told us through the speakers.

"Landing in two minutes." Several explosions made the shuttle shutter.

"One minute." Some more explosions, closer this time, made Carrie have to evade due to the proximity.

"Thirty seconds!" She shouted.

"Evasive Maneuvers!"

"DZ in Ten!" A large thud, and the door started to drop.

"GO GO GO!!!" I shouted, sprinting out of the cabin before the door fully opened.

I lunged, hitting the metal hangar floor, already shooting at enemies that were not going to probably be in Loony's aim. She had already started to unleash a maelstrom of energized bolts with the repeater. PJ was already taking out some hostiles hiding behind some crates. Lis hopped out, and slid down the Hanger, blasting all opposing her with the shotgun.

"Carrie, we are out, get out before they down you!" I ordered through the mic.

"I hope to take you guys home." Was the last thing we heard from her, already lifted off and departed.

Lissie had taken point, and blowing away any stragglers. We hurried to the hatch on the floor, entering and locking it once we entered. I was gripping my rifle tightly, slightly jogging down the narrow red-tinted hall. We reached the intersection unopposed, and I held up my fist, left arm in a right degree angle. My squad stopped, and PJ crouch-walked to my side, when we carefully reached the corners of the the two walls, we carefully peeked out to the opposite hallway, so we could cover each other. I turned left, rifle raised, after PJ nodded. I held up three fingers, arm at 45 degree angle, and waved my hand forward three times, Move Up. Then, we carefully kept going until the Nav pointed at a hatch on the floor, somewhat to the side. I found a carabiner loop on the opposite wall, then tied the steel cable together after it was looped through. I gestured to Loony, and she came over and turned around. I quickly tied the cable to her belt, at once it was sufficiently looped around through her carabiner loops. I pulled out a 'Fusion torch' which was like a small, quiet Blowtorch. After burning the lock into two, I carefully lifted the hatch open. For once, intel was correct. There WAS a Shock Trooper Battalion in an inspection.

"Alright, everyone hook up to one to three other links on the cable. If any of us die here, I will personally torture your killer, and then carry on the mission. Okay, Hook Up! Stand Up! Mary, wait for my three shots, then jump." I ordered.

I cradled my Scavenger in my arms. I aimed down the sights, praying as I did so. I quickly fired my three shots in quick succession, and already had it back on my back, with the Commando H7 Rifle in my right hand, the other on the connector to the cable, and followed Loony out the hatch. Even before I had entered free fall, I was aiming at my designated target area. I saw several epic looking blasts, and was extremely proud of my sniper. When several grenade blast went off, I knew PJ had exited the hatch.

Down on the floor, the Shock Troopers were in total disarray, they had no weapons, and they thought this installation was impenetrable. That's their main mistake. Their fatal mistake. They did, to their credit, tried to get to cover. But PJ knew how to aim just right so a grenade lands right into the mist of any sanctuary created by cover. It was a massacre, with no survivors. We touched down, Lissie had been guiding us down, I unhooked while I still about ten feet off the ground, so I could have a head start on untying Mary.

I finished, and noticed the Johto Head General of Ground Forces' corpse nearby. I walked over, took his badge, key card, Theatre Patch, and his General's Medal. I continued walking, and noticed the door was locked, like the briefing said. I saw the scanner nearby, and flashed the keycard in front of it. Level 9 Lockdown < General's Keycard... I slipped it into a belt pouch, and we were greeted by an Elite Squad of Machamp. Each held two M60 looking machine guns. I barely barrel rolled out of the doorway before the hail of lead rained out. I pulled out my Scavenger, and I backed up, then sprinted towards the door frame. I kicked off, and ran vertically up the door frame. I kept running, following the door frame, and leaned to the left, looking down through to the Machamps. The last thing I noticed was the mission timer, 7:02. I then gave into the cold pushing to the front of my brain...

Some people, as in 1/100,000,000, have an extremely rare ability called the X factor. This allows the person to seemingly slow down time surrounding them. This allows them to have a .005 reaction time. Shade is one of them. The best snipers in the world have it. He is genetically modified and implanted to be the best. He already had the X factor, and the augmentations only made it better...

... I watched my actions play out, almost like I am watching from the back seat. I aimed, and time slowed. I fired the first fuse into to the left orbital cavity of the second Machamp from the right, and the second fuse into the throat of the first Machamp from the left. I had already started reloading when I reached the other side of the doorway. I reloaded the five-fuse clip into the empty slot. I oozed back into my body when the blast made a heavenly light flash out of the doorway. I heard the dull thump from the now inexistent fuses. I already had my rifle in my hand, rushing through, heading to the objective. I noticed the mission counter, 7:05.

I took it in stride, I could hear my squad double timing it to catch up. We sprinted down the hall, and several thuds made the floor rumble below us. The artillery had begun. I slowed when I saw the door. Alyssa was the first to arrive, and she pulled out the X-7 pistol, and I crouched in front of the door. The others slid into defensive positions on the sides, ready to cover us if fire came from the hall.

"Alright, you take out the guards. I'll be back up after I open the door. Ready?" I breathe put, breaking the silence of concentration.

"Ready." I locked the joints in place, so they wouldn't dislocate my hand when I opened the door.

I slammed my locked up fist into the door handle. It shattered, and I was pushing the door open when the first shot rang out. My fist unlocked, my psionic powers deactivated it. I watched as Alyssa end every guard that became visible from the opening door. I had my rifle aimed into the room as Lis did the same, except her putting the pistol in it's hoister. I noticed the last guard living charge at us. He was apparently picking up a dropped pen when rapid entry occurred. He was a yard away. Now two feet.

I let the voices take over, and once again let myself into the backseat. My knife slammed into his jugular in a diagonal thrust, severing the throat as well. I ripped out my knife as he fell on me. I managed to push off me before he made me fall down, but not before I watched his eyes lose their life, glazing before me. I stayed in tempo, dashing to the main terminal. I plugged my bracer into the port, and my fingers blurred as they typed. The auto-program started the Hack. I was doing bypasses ahead of it, making sure it would remain streamlined. I slurped back into my head. In under a minute, I managed the Hack to not be hindered in it's weakest stage. It was piggybacking on the last broadcast, which stated that their was another "small scale skirmish force" inbound, and that it was normal size, and it was going to be the Shock Troopers' field test on their new tech. I finished the export, then asked it to terminate the base's A.I., which I had stunned for a brief period. And after that, to transmit all gathered information to the Spec Ops Director. It gave the affirmative, and I bashed in the screen, shortly followed by the keyboard.

I typed a request to "Bring the Rain" on my bracer, then turned and jogged out of the room.

"We need to catch our ride. Let's go." All of my Squad tripled timed it down the hall, this time heading for the EVAC point at the end.

I dropped my rifle, making it bounce on my chest due to it's clips. I pull my X-7 out, in case I need to kill.

50 yards and closing. "This is Stray Dogs, where's the bus?" I barked into the com.

31 yards. "CaseVac, where are you?" I call, somewhat urgently.

34 feet, large explosions are being heard, the heavy guns were in place. "THIS IS SQUAD 115 OF SOABO REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EVAC! THETA LEVEL PRIORITY!" I yell into the com, on the SatCom channel.

Everyone with a radio would hear me in command.

13 feet and it was getting closer.

"This is Carrie, I'm coming in hot, waiting for the 90mm to aim." Carrie replied, and I switched to Squad channel.

"We have our ride out comin'." I informed my friends.

A large explosion made the hall a dust storm, but a bright light pierced through, and I saw Carrie's shuttle waiting for us, cargo bay's door open. I skid to a halt and made sure everyone got in, then climbed in last. I banged on the thin metal wall between the 'bay and the cockpit, letting her know to bang out. With a small lurch, we sped away. I limped slightly to the nearest wall-seat, and strapped in. Before I could nod off to Lalaland, my HUD blipped green, and I saw a phone button shaking. I focus on it and blink three times rapidly.

"Is this the Squad Lead for 115?" A old-sounding man asked.

"Sir."

"I am 5-Star General Gates of the URAF, heading mainly in Specialized Infantry, and I would like to personally talk with your squad after you return to the Forward Observations Center. Copy that, Captain?" The old man ordered, no, asked us to meet him. "May I please ask my squad their opinion?" I asked, as I made sure they had heard every word that he just said. "Sure, you got all flight long to decide." "If any say no to this, speak now or forever hold your tongue." I told them. "..." No one disagreed. "We'll be their when we land." I informed him. "Great. I shall be waiting." And with that, a click sounded, and the small static drone ended abruptly. I leaned my head against the wall, and fell asleep, despite the occasionally bumpy ride. Sub-Section 2(Only here because I am in a writing spree.) Old Sailors' Game. Note to self; Shuttles make a very hard and jarring landings. This will also wake you up if you manage to doze off in flight. I sat up, and unstrapped myself from the wall. I started to walk purposely to the Bay's terminal to upload the map of the base. After that, I decided to ask where this meeting takes place. "Sir? Where should we meet up at?" "Head to Room 174 and I should be there in maybe five minutes, so we will probably greet each other at the door." Was the reply. "Sir, yes sir." I love my Nav system. It had already uploaded the room and was giving me directions. I strolled to the bulkhead leading in deeper into the base. My squad followed, my friends trust me. We were equals, but I just made sure everyone is in the right place at the right time. We reached the room about three seconds after he did. General Gates was a tall, pale-skinned human, maybe six foot two. I had an inch on him. He had graying brownish hair, and was well in his fifties. "Greetings, sir. I apologize for everyone's... Disheveled appearance. I got to hold a Tango while he bled through his throat and jugular. We are willing to get down and dirty for a win. Also, can you let me slap who ever failed to fire a 90mm until we were maybe 15 feet away? If I didn't have my armor that is implanted in my bone, I would be mince meat. I think that some one knew that we were a "human-to-pokemon" squad and were not favorites with that." I angrily explain. "Now listen here. First, the artillery was blowing up the field of Flack Turrets that you flew over. And yes, they didn't know what you were, because they wouldn't have made a hole for your escape. And I completely understand the anger from the Danger Close. I apologize. But here, for your squad and yourself." He apologized. He hands me a stack of coins. They all had what I assumed was Unova's army symbol, the General's rank and position, and a gold and platinum finish. "What's this for?" I ask, confused. "There's this old sailors' game, where on leave, at the bar, they have a coin like this, but the one with the highest rank on it gets their drink paid for by some one else." He explained. "So, what's that mean to us?" Alyssa asked. "It means we'll never have to buy our drinks ever again." I concluded. "Bravo, fierce and intelligent, I like that in a commando. But, anyways, I get you guys hooked up for some medals for your successful op. With your win, we now have invaluable info on the enemy, and now we have a foot hold into the region. This action alone, has caused a chain of actions that will bring us an ultimate victory, effectively toppling half our the enemy. But I need a favor." He informed us. "Anything." I say. "There is a 20 mile skirmish that is preventing us from advancing, I believe your familiar with the first World War?" He asked. "Yes. There was trench stalemates that were only broken by massive slaughters across no-man's land, and those would fail on average. There also was the first use of Designated Marksmen in combat. The Germans also deployed Mustard Gas on a massive scale." I described. "Precisely. I would like it if you helped our infantry push through, and allow the heavies to punch through any resistance once the gap is made. Don't worry, this push will be easy, as their will be a feint on either side, a classic maneuver to cut off a group of forces, then use those as a bargaining chip. When you make the push, they shall have their backs turned for an attack that shall never occur. Your squad will be split in two, half of you assaulting by ground, the other half will be sniping as support for the ground forces. Once the ground forces have made a push, you will rappel down and enjoy some CQC. Then, you will assist the ground pounders in a large scale skirmish line. Any questions?" He detailed. "We'll do it. We need some more ammo, and when do we leave?" "I can't procure any ammo for you, and you leave now." He sighed. "Well, then I guess we should double time it to garage." I throw out as enthusiastically as possible. "Okay, the airborne need to head to Air Bay 26, and those heading on ground, you'll drop you off. Alright, let's go!" He informed us. We jog to the bay, and the most wicked looking Black Hawk I've ever seen, it had two heavy Gatling guns on the sides, a turret that a gunner laid on there stomach and fired from the nose. "So, we fly there, drop off Tony and Loony, and Lis and myself provide sniper and MG air support, correct?" "That, and this has two stationary rotary cannons, and some missile tubes. This gunship will be the main air support for the op. Two more gunships will come to help, but you will have to manage alone long enough. I want to take the fight to Mt. Silver by the end of the week. That is the HIA's central command, and the most significant mark they have. We just secure about half the region, take Mt. Silver, which from now on is codenamed HillTop, and they shall surrender. And if we don't, they can expect a Black Ops team to infiltrate their defenses, and Unova Tanks will be Rolling down through their City Squares. Now, hook up, the pilot is on his way. Good Luck, and I would like it if you could capture the leading Officer In Command, who is currently in GoldenRod City." He finished. "Understood. The Stray Dogs are now unleashed..." I whoop. We will win. And once we do, I can figure out exactly what happened that lead to our freezing. One win at a time.