Content warnings: Violence, descriptions of injuries and blood, character death, brief (fictional) drug usage, sexuality and implied sex.
The Only Way
The Only Way
“If you’re just joining us, we have exclusive coverage of Sinnoh’s parliament session, Live from the Sinnoh Pokemon League.” The news anchor spoke.
“Castelia Cable News Network brings you close to the action as Sinnoh votes on an import trade and energy bill with Unova.” A second anchor said.
“Before the break, Sinnoh’s gym leader, Fantina spoke about Sinnoh’s energy interests, and how they need to expand to Unova because Alola is vastly profiting off its sale of energy to Kanto and Johto through their use of the Aether foundation after Galar’s embargo on energy to Kanto and its allies. She used this as the justification of Sinnoh’s sale of energy and natural resources to Unova.”
“Now it is time for the main event. The champion of Sinnoh, Cynthia is taking the stage to voice her opinion on the matter. Let’s have a listen in.”
The screen switched to a live feed of the Sinnoh parliament building. It zoomed in as a blonde woman in a black fur coat and black pants stood up and walked to a wooden pulpit in the middle of the room. There was a smattering of applause as she adjusted the microphone and prepared to speak.
“My fellow Sinnohans, if there is one thing that I admire about our country, it is the resolve of our people. Everyone in Sinnoh is born with a resilience that shines bright in our darkest moments. Now, it shines better than ever. We are engaged in a cold war, the likes of which are unprecedented. Kalos, Galar, Unova, you all might know them better as The United Regions Under Kalos, or UR. They threaten to topple democracy as we know it and their actions do not prove the opposite. I learned this morning that Kalos is planning to expand their research, they want to summon and control legendary pokemon. They want to weaponize these pokemon.”
Cynthia paused for a moment and let that information sink in. Then, she continued.
“This cold war, it has raged since before I was elected into office. Kanto and Johto have always been against Kalos’ militarism. Now, I firmly say, Sinnoh stands with that opinion. We can not stand idly by while Kalos actively seeks to destroy us!” Cynthia slammed her fists down on the pulpit. Her dramatic declaration was met with a smattering of cheers and applause as her supporters expressed their support of Cynthia’s show of strength.
“Our allies, Kanto, Johto, form the Kantonian Regional Alliance with us. Together, the KRA is in agreement to contain UR’s reckless escalation.”
The camera switched angles, showing the reactions of various politicians to Cynthia’s declaration.
“Now Sinnoh is the third biggest exporter of energy after Alola and Galar. I say this firmly to Hau, the champion of Alola; you are playing with fire. There is no working both sides of this cold war. I don’t care what your GDP or economic prowess is, UR is going to beat you up and steal your lunch money once you push them an inch further than they can take.”
Cynthia paused and looked out at parliament. She continued her speech in a more calm tone.
“As for us, the export of energy to Unova is not an undertaking Sinnoh will make.” She said, decisively.
“Sinnoh is a nation of integrity! We will not sell out our allies to make a quick buck. Our nation is better than that. Anyone else who tells you differently, is a liar!” Cynthia stood up straight, concluding her speech as the Sinnohan parliament clapped and cheered.
“Thank you.” She said, stepping off the stage and calmly walking back to her seat.
Directly underneath the television displaying the speech sat a woman. She was very beautiful. Her long black hair was tied behind her head and her green eyes were deep in thought. She wore a long black jacket. Her left leg was crossed over her right, both of them clad in black leggings and high heels on her feet. The woman was eerily calm in the chaos of the coffee shop. She gazed out to the street through dark sunglasses.
She was looking for somebody. She was looking for a man. A man of average build with brown hair and brown eyes. He would have some sort of bag slung over his shoulder.
As she watched the street, the TV above her continued to an ad break, promising an analysis of Cynthia’s speech afterwards.
The woman spied her target. He was carrying a backpack, walking west, past the coffee shop at a clip slower than a run but faster than a walk.
The woman stood up and stretched.
“Hey, sweetie. How much for an hour?” A man asked her, rudely shoving himself towards her as she stood.
The woman turned to him and pulled off her sunglasses, fixing him with a cold glare. Her green eyes seemed to pierce through the very soul of the man. She said nothing, but the brash man seemed to wither under her glare.
“Okay. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” He quickly retreated, his rude demeanor melted.
The woman replaced her sunglasses and pushed out of the coffee shop. She looked left and saw her target hastening away from her. She zeroed in on her prey as he crossed the street. The woman set off. That bag would be hers by nightfall.
As this woman pursued her target through Castelia city, little did she know that she was about to set off a chain of events that would shake the pokemon world to its core.