Dressed in sleek black trench coats adorned with a distinctive C-shaped, red emblem on the chest, the team gathered in the aircraft flying above the clouds, their expressions determined and focused. Each member carried a large, heavy bag containing essential supplies and equipment for their upcoming mission.
[ ... Way down we go~🎶 Say way down we go~🎵... ]
Lyrics of the playing song echoed through the air.
Emids the music, the man, a commanding figure among them, surveyed his team with a cool detachment, his gaze piercing even in the dim light of the cabin. On the pilot's seat, Kenny, the seasoned pilot of that group, checked the controls with practiced efficiency, his hands steady despite the tension in the air.
The cat, Thomas, sat among them, next to the man with silent grace, his sleek form blending seamlessly with their uniforms. Despite his small stature, he exuded an aura of authority, a silent reminder of the importance of every member of their team.
As the aircraft soared through the glimmering bright sky, the team prepared for their descent, their minds focused on the task at hand.
-KREEEEEK!
As the hatch started to open, with a nod from the man, they stood poised at the open hatch, their determination palpable as they awaited the signal to jump.
"Now," the man's voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a weight of purpose. "...Way down you go."
The phrase echoed the lyrics of the song playing in the background, a subtle reference that brought a moment of chuckles and camaraderie among the team members. Despite the gravity of their mission, they found unity in the shared experience, a bond long been forged in these kinds of moments before the storm.
A flicker of anticipation passed through the team as they grinned in response, their resolve unyielding even in the face of danger.
Behind the man's seriousness, a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of their readiness for the challenge ahead.
-WHOSSSHH!
With a final nod, the team leaped from the aircraft, their black trench coats billowing in the wind as they plummeted toward the ocean below.
As they began to free fall towards the ocean, they brought out their red and white Poke balls from their belts, summoned their flying-type pokemons, and went down gracefully to jump on the water's surface.
Just before hitting the water, they recalled their flying-type Pokémon, like Charizard, Pegiots, and Bravery, into their Pokéballs.
-SPLASH!!
Once submerged, all of them brought out the diving masks attached to the oxygen cylinders inside the waterproof bags with a press of a button, and then the team summoned their powerful water-type Pokémon, including a certain aquatic dragon and an overgrown turtle, to guide them stealthily underwater toward their designated location.
With their preparations complete, the team began their 2 kilometers journey, their determination unwavering as they moved closer to their objective...
As the team descended into the depths of the ocean, the leader, the cat, and the pilot remained in the aircraft, their role crucial in ensuring a safe return for the team once they completed their task at hand.
The personals named Jessie, James, Demo, Rick, George, Risa, Ron, and Derrick comprised the chosen infiltrators.
Their mission was clear: Approach underwater so that no one spots them, infiltrate the enemy base, avoid detection by any means necessary, plant explosives at strategic locations, disrupt their communications and defenses, free and capture any imprisoned Pokémon held captive by the enemy, and at last, kill every living and moving thing in the parameter.
With their specialized skills and unwavering loyalty to the team, they were prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead in order to flawlessly execute the plan made by their Boss...
Passing through many wild water-type Pokemon, guided by their own powerful Pokémon, who scared the wild ones away, the team silently navigated through the underwater terrain, their movements coordinated, swift, cautious, and precise, each member on high alert for any signs of danger as they approached their target.
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With the big island looming in the distance, they pressed onward. Adrenaline surged through their veins as they neared the sandy shore, every sense attenuated to preternatural keenness. They had trained relentlessly for this moment, honing their combat skills and mastering the art of stealth to perfection...
After reaching the shoreline, they paused, scanning the area with eyes honed to perceive the faintest irregularity. The island appeared deserted, its craggy cliffs and not-so-dense tangle of foliage affording ample concealment for their insidious approach.
As the report says, on one side of the island, there was a deserted land with a few trees here and there and that was their current location. The other side flowed into a dense forest reported to teem with powerful wild Pokemon under The enemies' cruel observation.
And at the island's heart squatted their target - The heavily fortified command complex...
With a nod from Jessie and James, the squad leaders, the strike force split into two units, each assigned crucial objectives. Jessie's team consisted of Demo, Rick, and George while James commanded Ron, Risa, and Derrick.
Then the team stealthily moved forward, their movements fluid and synchronized as they made their way ashore. Recalling their water-type Pokémon back to their Poke balls, ready to provide support and assistance at a moment's notice.
Then with a nod from his squad commander, James, the man named Ron took out a Pokeball from his belt and summoned a tall, yellow Pokémon who had black stripes on its ears, neck, and tail. It had a red orb on its forehead and at the end of its tail and had a plump white belly.
Yes, it was an Ampheros. Ready to sense any electrical currents in the air to detect and evade any monitoring devices planted by the enemy.
With nods of approval, they ventured deeper into the heart of the island, the team encountered no resistance, their stealthy approach keeping them undetected by the enemy's patrols and cameras. They moved swiftly and silently, their senses alert for any signs of danger that might lie in wait.
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Finally, they reached their destination: the enemy stronghold, a sprawling complex nestled at the heart of the island. Guarded by uncountable "grunts" high on the walls and fortified defenses, it stood as a formidable obstacle to their mission's success.
This is the reason, why they can't come even 2 kilometers near this island by aircraft without notifying the enemy.
According to their information, the enemies had a quantity of at least 200 by their side. But their team contained only 8 individuals. If they count Thomas, Kenny, and the Boss, then 11 personals.
But despite all odds being against them, they were ready to kill or be killed to ensure the completion of their mission. Because they had faith in the man, the monstrously powerful leader of their team.
With their explosives primed and their Pokémon at the ready, they swiftly and silently moved towards some patrolling "grunts", and with swift and brutally efficient strikes on the back of their necks, they made them unconscious and carried them back to the cover from the enemies' watchful eyes.
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Meanwhile,
In a big room surrounded by many expensive and elegant-looking accessories and a big world map covering a wall, a tall, medium-built, middle-aged man sat on a black majestic-looking throne of a chair.
He had flat, black hair and small dark eyes. Wearing a long long-sleeved coat with a large V-neck. V-neck shows off a white undershirt, black slightly baggy trousers, and black shoes.
And, on the left chest part of the coat is an alphabet, embedded in a blood-red color, showing his origins...
He was busy writing something on a document with a frown on his face. But at that moment,
-KNOCK! KNOCK!
Breaking his concentration, a crisp knock came from the door someone asking to enter with his permission.
"Come in," The man said with an authoritative voice, narrowing his eyes.
Getting permission, the door opened, and a dark purple-haired man clad in a black uniform with the same letter on his chest, entered the room with a calm expression.
"Report," the black-haired man ordered seeing him as the purple-haired man began his report,
"5 minutes ago, our monitoring team informed me about an unidentified aircraft flying on the north-east side near this island."
"Hmm..." Hearing the report, the man sitting calmly on his chair, started to conceive something with his signature frown, and then said with a sigh, looking through the wide, glassed window,
"Sigh-, It must be a transportation between Unova and Alola. After the Master League, many new, up-and-coming trainers are emerging everywhere, filled with enthusiasm to the brim. So, they might have newly opened the airline they were talking about between the two regions as I heard."
Hearing the reply, the purple-haired man contemplated with a frown, "Why are they even doing something so unnecessary, when they can just change the flight on the Lilycove City to reach there like before?"
Hearing his thoughts out loud, the black-haired man said without any interest showing on his face, "Well, trainers and their enthusiasm..."
But after a pause, he eyed the map for a moment, and said with a frown, "But this island is far away from the airline between the two regions. If the plane was going toward Decalore, then I might have understood it. But as far as my knowledge goes, there is no airport in Decalore..."
He took a pause, expression turning serious.
"Just in case, ask our agents about this flight. We can't be careful enough after all... You can go now."
"As you wish." with a 60-degree respectful bow, the purple-haired man exited the room after closing the door...
Alone once again, the man's focus returned to the documents he had previously been working on.
But unknown to him, he had no idea about the devastating storm coming towards his way to destroy everything he held dear.
(The black-haired man's image)
(The world map on the wall)