MEDIUM YELLOW

BEFORE WE GO ON RED ALERT

“BATTLE ROUTINE SET!”

Red and white sirens announce the arrival of reinforcements. They drone in short cycles, waning with each passing revolution. The sharp static twinge of a megaphone cuts through the crowd before bellowing League orders.

“Cease and desist! This is your final warning.”

MISTY TERRAIN blankets the field as local ranger cadets break out from the sudden surge of gas. Spaced out, they form a weak perimeter, a makeshift line that marks just how far they’re expected to protect. Their numbers prove paltry to the the crowd, a pale comparison that seems to mimic the events in Sootopolis.

“Are you alright?”

Fernando offers an outstretched hand to the fallen officer. His best attempt at a reassuring smile is forced against an otherwise grim expression. Eyes fleet between her and the crowd, vigilant in a bid to prevent a repeat of her attack.

His avatar powers sweep over the field like a knee high wave. Pink coils worm past both officers and rioters alike. As far as they know, the mist holds nothing except a pleasant smell that alleviates their BURNS and any possible POISON misfire. However, sporadic pockets deep within the protester’s camp start to feel an agitation they cannot explain.

Their target is simple: league forces.

sagira mosse

MEDIUM YELLOW

BEFORE WE GO ON RED ALERT

WHO NEEDS OUTSIDE AGITATORS WHEN THESE MINDS PROVE SO INCREDIBLY FEEBLE? Small, meaningful pockets of these protestors become irredeemably irate without the conscious knowledge of why. All they know is that they’re pissed off at anyone wearing a ranger uniform. The orange jackets that they wear so proudly become living bullseyes.

On the outside, Priam’s words seem to resonate with the afflicted. Perhaps a bit too well as Fernando’s powers compel them to take action. Some still have the agency to call upon their Pokemon while others takes to more personal matters. A stunning disregard for the SPIKES in place become abundantly apparent as they march forward, filling in the gaps that Sagira’s Starmie has yet to sweep.

“Prepare to deescalate,” Fernando barks, joining them on the front lines with his own Pokemon at his side.

His Cacturne, which has grown restless while idle in his untouched Gym, spreads its arms out before spraying a tirade of COTTON SPORES into the air. These small balls of allergens fluff up during their descent, as large as balloons, and proving impossible to tear off as they stick to anyone unfortunate enough to be caught underneath.

A sudden distortion in GRAVITY causes them to fall like carpet bombs, ultimately harmless due to their buoyancy. The subsection of his Probopass’ mini-mes form a barrier to BLOCK others from breaching their perimeter.

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MEDIUM YELLOW

BEFORE WE GO ON RED ALERT

“HOLD!”

His words barely register within his own head. The ringing from Priam’s EXPLOSION rattle between clenched teeth and empty thought as Fernando roars with a new subset of orders. He repeats them successively, flooding into the ears of those that manage to make it past the incessant echoes.

Protestors break out into battle and Pokemon come to the forefront. Attacks are exchanged between both sides but the League refuses to back down. Riot shield clang with the constant drum of their fist as the line starts to approach.

“Advance!”

TWINEEDLES prove less than lethal but more painful than their worth for those that approach his Cacturne. For each body they pass by, League rangers restrain them with cuffs before continuing their inch-by-inch march.

It’s everything he could’ve dreamed of.

sagira mosse priam conrad

MEDIUM YELLOW

BEFORE WE GO ON RED ALERT

WISE WORDS CONVEY CAUTION. Unfortunately, their forces are divided. Priam will find that reason alone cannot override the feral pockets that have infiltrated their ranks. Those unaffected retreat, but the remainder will only pilot his cause.

Another EXPLOSION creates an impact that blinds and disorients. He can only shield his eyes away from the sudden light as he waits for everyone to gather their bearings. They march in numbers, seeking protection among one another.

Things begin to quiet as their troops comb lost territory. Those who’ve sacrificed themselves by eating asphalt, cuffed in the street, grant time for those more sensible to escape.

This time the COTTON SPORES push aggressively. In a slow arch, they drift into the crowd, happenstance putting them dangerously close to the vehicle mounted Priam.

sagira mosse priam conrad

MEDIUM YELLOW

BEFORE WE GO ON RED ALERT

THE CLICK OF HANDCUFFS snap his attention away from the dwindling scene dying behind them. like a well cooked scheme, the results simmer as both ranger and officers alike prepare for a dinner of detaining instigators and writing police reports.

his only chance at freedom is wasted basking in the dying conflict. one last sweep to take it all in before resigning himself to a night full of documentation.

“good work,” he praises absentmindedly as his nose wrinkles in silent judgement at her detainee. despite being the secondary provocation behind today’s escalation, he wears his mask well, a scrooge set in his ways.

whatever profits him the most.

in this case, it just so happens to be for his own propaganda.

little does he know that this is only the first of many.

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