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Author’s Note: This trivia section was written under the assumption that readers had caught up with the full length of the story up to this point and touches frankly on major spoilers. If you’re stumbling across this from before reading Chapter 35, strongly consider revisiting it sometime after catching up.
How did you come up with Fähnlein Stärke?
From the very beginning of Once a Thief’s planning, Lacan and Sophia were envisioned as operating within a clandestine unit of Varhyde’s army whose purpose would be to fetch the ‘Dyad’ without drawing major attention to themselves and then bring her deep behind enemy lines to use as a weapon of war, which in the earliest drafts had the oh-so-creative working name of ‘Task Force’. Due to a combination of military history within the Germanosphere tends to be more fraught in terms of implications and to lean into the more old-timey vibes the in-setting society had, the decision was made that the unit would vibe after historically older military formations within the Germanosphere, which led to the decision to cast it as a Fähnlein as the predecessor unit to Companies within militaries in that cultural sphere, and led me to look at names in German that would accompany it.
For the longest time, the actual name of the unit was something that I wavered with what I wanted it to be, hence why it went unnamed until Chapter 20. One thing that I settled on quickly was that in light of Lacan and Sophia both being named in homage to the Xeno series, that it would be fitting if their unit followed a similar convention. The first direction that I considered since I had a Xenoblade X playthrough fresh on my mind, was to name it something thematically aligning with ‘Ganglion’ or ‘Growth’, after the primary antagonist faction from the game (‘Growth’ being the name of the faction in the Japanese release). For obvious reasons, it didn’t quite pan out since ‘Nervenknoten’ and ‘Wachstum’ both didn’t quite roll off the tongue. Eventually, I wound up looking back a bit further in the series for inspiration towards Xenogears, which had an antagonist faction connected to both Lacan and Sophia’s namesake characters called ‘Gebler’, a botched translation by Squaresoft’s US branch of ‘Gevurah’, the name of the sefirot of strength in Kabbalah. A quick glance at some German articles about the tree revealed that ‘Stärke’ or ‘strength’ was one of the attributes generally associated with the sefirot in German, and the rest was history.
For obvious reasons, Fähnlein Stärke did not attempt to directly mirror the role and character dynamics of its namesake organization, though it did influence some of the castings of recurring characters in it. If you happened to think that the names ‘Rank’, ‘Breuer’, ‘ Helmholtz’, and ‘Strachey’ kept popping up, that was very much deliberate: they are the names of recurring minibosses from Gebler in Xenogears in the original Japanese / the game’s German fan translation, whose species castings deliberately evoke some combination of their appearances and fighting styles as bosses.
How did you come up with King Siegmund?
Siegmund was one of those characters whose identity was settled after the story took a firm decision that it would be shameless and unsubtle about leaning on the Xeno series for influence. It helped quite a bit with narrowing down what I wanted to do with a character that had the working name of ‘King’ and not terribly much to ground him other than that he was intended to get up there in years and be looking at desperate and drastic measures to carry his kingdom to victory as things started fraying around him.
In Siegmund’s case, he is an homage to Kaiser Sigmund from Xenogears (or ‘Siegmund’ in the original Japanese / its German fan translation. In Xenogears, Siegmund reigns over one of two nations in the game’s setting stuck in a Forever War with each other that is being manipulated by outside powers (a premise that should be quite familiar to players of later series games), and is perfectly willing and ready to use amoral means in order to shore up his realm amidst the strains of war. It also carried over to some of Siegmund’s character quirks in his portrayal such as his attire and his thing for organ music (which is a fairly transparent reference to how Kaiser Sigmund is introduced in his origin work).
There were a few other things that made a ‘Siegmund’ a pretty easy decision for a casting, but those are spoilers unto themselves so I will keep them in the block below:
In Xenogears, Si(e)gmund and Lacan (or more accurately, Si(e)gmund and Gra(h)f), are also linked to each other, with completely inverted character dynamics to what this story’s Siegmund and Lacan have. In Xenogears, it is Siegmund who is the younger of the two and dependent on the other as a more powerful benefactor.
Like his Xenogears namesake, Siegmund here in Once a Thief has a fairly fraught family life with a deceased wife and an estranged son. I won’t say too much more than that other than that due to the story not dealing with the topic openly other than that those who picked up on Siegmund being a homage character were likely able to very quickly identify who the crown prince of Varhyde mentioned in passing was.
As for why he’s a ‘King’ Siegmund as opposed to a ‘Kaiser’ Siegmund, that was one part not wanting to write a second ‘empire’ faction when my best-known work as a writer has one, and one part deliberate canonical ‘Tao mythos’ nod in which the rulers in the backstory mythology were ‘kings’. As for why he’s a Mienshao, that one’s easy: it’s a Pokémon one can run into as a random encounter in Dragonspiral Tower and it visually shares characteristics after Kaiser Sigmund’s design as a character, so it felt like a pretty natural casting.
How did you come up with Zeuge?
Zeuge is another one of those characters that originated as an homage to another one, though he is the rare bird in this story where he isn’t a Xeno series homage. Rather, Zeuge is a composite cameo of Martor Serperior from Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Overthrown / Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Dissolution. In those stories, Martor is a weapons researcher (in Overthrown) / scribe (in Dissolution) who makes appearances in the chapter teasers of those stories poking and prodding at things from his world’s past that were often best left forgotten. More than fitting for a scribe in this setting that dealt with relics and old records on a regular basis.
For a period of time during drafting, Zeuge was just flatly named ‘Martor’, but it was ultimately decided to roll a different but semantically related name in case the original character happened to ever make a proper appearance through his author’s pen someday. In this case, Zeuge is an occasionally encountered German surname that semantically means ‘witness’, while Martor is a roughly equivalent term in Romanian for the same concept.
How close Zeuge turned out to his source of inspiration is likely something only Knightfall will ever know, though it was also an opportunity to work in some deep cut referential fun here and there to Knightfall’s stories with things like him pining over a Floatzel historian from a ‘Silver City’ that had an untimely demise.
What was with those relics in the reliquary?
They are a grab bag of odds and ends from the Pokémon franchise (e.x. the case with Pokéballs) and excuses to do different references primarily to different Xeno media:
- The ‘box with knobs and cups’ with the “Vector Ah-Ghee” sigil ought to be familiar to anyone who played through Xenoblade 3: Future Redeemed, if a bit worse for wear.
- The ‘Steel Raven’ is a gutted background vehicle that can be seen around NLA in Xenoblade X with an added bonus of being a cross-fic reference to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Rebirth for anyone who’s read past a particular watershed chapter of that story.
- The ‘Skell’/‘Doll’ lying around is a reference to the mechs from Xenoblade X, which were called ‘Skells’/’Dolls’ depending on if one played one of the localized releases or the original Japanese. I won’t say too much about the power source that was shown off since that’s a story for another day in this tale, other than that Zeuge’s explanation of how it used to work is something readers familiar with Xenogears or Xenoblade 2’s supplemental lore likely thought sounded quite familiar.
How did you come up with Kim and Elly?
Simple, I came up ‘eternal recurrence’ subplot, of course, which was put together as a means for laying the foundations for some character dynamics for Fähnlein Stärke and its members that will become relevant in the second half of the story. As such, it was only natural that I’d look at Lacan and Sophia’s source of inspiration for ideas, which happened to provide an off-the-shelf option to work with through Kim Kasim and his lover, Elly from that game, who were similarly connected to that game’s Lacan and Sophia. A fuller explanation is below for the less spoiler-averse:
In Xenogears, Kim Kasim and Elly are preincarnations to the Lacan and Sophia of that game, who lived in a distant past while still having life arcs that followed similar trajectories and ended in a similarly star-crossed fashion.
As such, there is more than a little bit of deliberate paralleling between this story’s ‘Lacan and Sophia’ and ‘Kim and Elly’, through things such as the two having eerily similar handwriting and thought processes. It is also the source of some blink-and-miss-it character details such as Kim having a background as a healer, which are an intentional parallel to their namesakes.
And what about Fähnlein Jugend and Operation Avalanche?
Once again, the Xeno series references were out in force, with Fähnlein Jugend being named after the rather bluntly-named ‘Jugend Military Academy’ that feeds recruits into Gebler in Xenogears, which felt like a decent fit for the name of a unit that would effectively be Fähnlein Stärke's precursor. The story behind ‘Operation Avalanche’ is a bit more esoteric, but its name in German, ‘Operation Lawine’, is based on the name in the German fan translation of Xenogears for ‘Ravine’, a backstory rebel group that wound up intersecting with the lives of that ‘Kim and Elly’ as elaborated on below:
‘Kim and Elly’ join said rebel group in order to protect their daughter from one of the game’s central antagonists, which ultimately leads to their deaths.
In the case of the fan translation, the translators were having a giggle and made it a nod to Avalanche from Final Fantasy VII as a meta mythology gag to how Xenogears was a rejected candidate to be that game, thus why it did not opt for the more semantically faithful ‘Klamm’ or ‘Schlucht’, which is just as well since ‘Lawine’ rolled off the tongue a bit better.
What was with those paintings in Lacan’s apartment?
As mentioned in passing to a review response some time ago, they are paintings that a player can encounter very early on while playing through Xenogears:
In Xenogears proper, they happen to be linked to Lacan’s namesake in the game, so I figured they would be appropriate for a cute cameo here. The fuller story is a bit of bigger spoiler, so once again, I shall include it in another nested spoiler:
In Xenogears, it is a reincarnation of its Lacan who makes the paintings that this story’s Lacan painted.
What’s with the armor that’s everywhere in the story?
It was one part because I thought it looked cool from the opening to M08 and one part conscious differentiation from the other big PMD work that I chip away at (even if it has since had armor worked into it in a more limited fashion). As a setting that is inherently more militarized, incorporating armor felt like an easy way to lean into those vibes and also add a degree of strategy for hostile encounters with the military.
The actual design of the standard-issue armor in this story was developed in mind for being cheap to build and discardable when degraded, which is essentially one and the same as linothorax, just with treatment to make it less flammable and prone to degrading from moisture. The dominant colors for armor used in setting being green and red is once again partly a M08 reference, as well as a less-than-subtle symbolism about how both are threats through the eyes of the cast when Lyle and Kate literally cannot distinguish between the two without added markings or cues from their wearers.
And what’s with this ‘Dyad’ thing that keeps coming up in the story?
Well, it wouldn’t be a story carrying heavy Xeno series influence without a dash of Gnostic mythos, now would it? The relationship between ‘Monad’, ‘Dyad’, and ‘Triad’ as mentioned in the teaser to Chapter 26 is almost a straight lift of the relationship that they have in Pythagoreanism and some schools of Gnosticism. Which felt more than a little fitting for a being that had been created by a great power to ultimately become three in the end.
What is with this ‘Wish’ and ‘Reality’ thing this story keeps doing with the Taos?
They are the Tao attributes that are utilized in the German localization of the Pokémon franchise: “Wunsch und Wirklichkeit”. They are utilized in this story as epithets roughly equivalent to calling Reshiram and Zekrom “Truth” and “Ideals” respectively, with Kyurem being mapped to its Pokédex category in that same localization. As for why “Truth” and “Ideals” themselves weren’t used for the Taos in this story, those were already spoken for as names for something else in this setting that will be a story for another batch of trivia in the future, as readers good at spotting details in the translation notes likely picked up on.
Es wird gesagt, dass die Menschen, als sie auf der Erde lebten, Kreaturen waren, die nach Wissen suchten. Sowohl als Mittel zur persönlichen Erleuchtung als auch zur Information über ständig fortschreitende Errungenschaften und Heldentaten. Sie erschufen Türme und Bauwerke, die unsere Ingenieurskunst nicht nachbilden konnte, und erschufen komplizierte Maschinen und Geräte mit Funktionen, die fast wie Magie wirkten.
Leistungen und Heldentaten, auf die viele von ihnen stolz waren. Genug damit, dass Klaus der Erbauer die Menschen in dessen damaliger Welt mit hochmütigen Worten wie "Einst war ein solches Wunder Göttern vorbehalten," prahlen hörte. "Aber heute geht die Menschheit einen Schritt auf das Göttliche zu!", als sie ihre großartigen Werke betrachteten.
Und dann, während des schicksalhaften Jahres, welches den Beginn unserer Ära markierte, kam der Glühende Blitz während der Mittsommertage von Heumond. In einem Augenblick hat es unsere Welt umgestaltet und dabei unzählige, noch unbekannte Wunder und das Wissen, sie im Handumdrehen neu zu erschaffen, weggefegt.
Als Pokémon in den folgenden Jahren versuchten, die Scherben aufzusammeln, soll sich der Erbauer Sorgen um einiges Wissen gemacht haben, das Pokémon bewahren wollte. Dass die Dämmerung der Menschheit von großer Hybris und Zwietracht geprägt war, auch unter denen, die einst die Macht hatten, das Schicksal der Menschheit zu ändern.
Er bestand darauf, dass ein Teil des Wissens am besten mit der Menschheit verblassen sollte, und er befürchtete, dass wir als Erben dieser Welt die gleichen Fehler erben würden, die dazu führten, dass die Menschen von der Teilung unserer Welt überrascht würden. Was dieses Wissen, das er so fürchtete, ist mit der Zeit verloren gegangen und kann nur erraten werden: Einige vermuten, dass es mit jenem strahlenden Glanz zusammenhängen könnte, der Wunsch und Wirklichkeit in dieser Welt zum ersten Mal in den Krieg gezogen hat.
Andere sagen, dass sich der Erbauer mehr Sorgen um die Denkweise von Pokémon wie uns gemacht hat. Dass wir, wenn wir uns zu sehr an die Lebensweise der Menschen klammern, dazu verdammt wären, ihre Fehler zu wiederholen. So ernüchternd die Prämisse auch ist, beim Blick auf die Geschichte unserer Zivilisationen kommt man nicht umhin, sich zu fragen, ob seine Befürchtungen gerechtfertigt waren.
- Auszug aus »Die Wahrheiter Chroniken – Eine kurze Geschichte der frühen Jahre unseres Königreichs«
The next six floors after the Monster House went in a tangled blur of towering trees and paths and chambers wedged amongst nigh-impenetrable undergrowth. True to the stories, Primordial Woods' Wilders really were strange types. Most were little runts, but occasionally Lyle and the rest of Team Forager would run into bigger and stronger Pokémon like an Armaldo and a Bastiodon, with even a Kabutops making an appearance after emerging from a stream.
As with the Tyrantrum and Aurorus, such Wilders weren't as strong as their imposing appearances made them look. But with each passing floor, the gap between perception and reality shrank further and further. By the time they'd made it to past the fifth floor down from their ambush, when they encountered an Aerodactyl, they opted to just lob a Stun Seed and hurriedly leg it away from the creature. With how quickly the Wilders they'd been encountering had been toughening up, they were not particularly eager to see how his strength compared to the Aerodactyl they'd fought from the caravan raid.
On the sixth floor down, under the shade of cascading falls that fell overhead from right to left into a seemingly endless abyss, Dalton chanced to spot a Pocket where they found a carved message from a prior traveler that marked it as the seventeenth floor of the dungeon as a whole. A quick consultation with their abridged copy of The Explorer's Handbook to Mystery Dungeons revealed that, much to their relief, they were but a few floors away from where a Link to Raptor Rock that connected the two Mystery Dungeons in spite of their vast distances apart from each other in the outside world was known to appear. A state of affairs which matched up with the guidance the Cranidos provided.
There were some things from the handbook that gave them pause, such as a worrying description of the Wilders that dwelled in Primordial Woods, as was a mention that some of the exits from Raptor Rock itself were within a day's journey of Newangle City. In spite of it, just knowing that there was an escape in sight from this miserable, damp weather was enough to lift Lyle's spirits somewhat.
"Let's try searching to the east. We've searched the entire western side of this floor, and I doubt we're going to find any more of a lead to the next set of stairs here."
Lyle blinked back to attention as Dalton pointed down a dirt path that headed off between one side lined with dense undergrowth, and fragments of a wall formed of what looked like concrete with pieces of rusted metal poking out along the top in parts. The Quilava waited for Dalton and Kate to set off, and followed after with Irune trailing behind him.
All the while, a lingering cloud seemed to hover over the group from the Axew's earlier outburst. Lyle supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised that Irune wouldn't have been cut from the same cloth as him, but something about her comments stung more than he expected. As he made his way forward trodding the damp earth underfoot, he cast a glance back at the Dragon-type from the corner of his eye, and noted that her gaze seemed to have drifted towards the ground below.
"Something the matter? You haven't said anything since that Monster House earlier," Lyle remarked. "You didn't exactly strike me as the quiet type."
Irune gave no answer for a brief moment, before turning up her gaze with a quiet scowl.
"Hrmph, we're in a Mystery Dungeon," she scoffed back. "The more noise we make, the more we'll give our position away to the Wilders that live here."
Lyle narrowed his eyes and flattened his ears out. However much the Axew was genuinely concerned about attracting Wilders, she obviously wasn't worried enough to not give that snippy retort.
"I think that our footsteps are making about as much of a racket," the Quilava harrumphed. "Besides, there was something that I wanted to know…"
"What?"
Lyle stopped, turning around and rearing up onto his hindquarters as Irune paused behind him. He folded his arms and looked down at the Axew, peering into her red eyes with a stern frown.
"Why us? There's a bunch of Pokémon out there in the world who could've helped you get out to the Divine Roost," he asked. "You obviously don't like being around us, so why didn't you ditch us back in Moonturn Square?"
Lyle waited for a reply as Irune stared back wordlessly. There was a brief, awkward silence between the two, before the Dragon-type shook her head and let out a quiet grumble.
"You don't have to like someone in order to work with them," she said. "You three were there, you all had the skills that I need for traveling partners, and I know how to get to the treasure that you want. Our interests just happened to align and we all didn't have other options."
Lyle honestly wasn't sure what to make of this kid. With how judgmental she'd been towards them, he was pretty sure she wasn't an Outlaw. At the same time, she sure knew a thing or two about keeping a 'mon at arm's length.
The Quilava frowned and let out a small huff in reply, before he turned back for his teammates and darted forward to try and make up for lost progress. When he and Irune caught up, they found that the lot of them had gathered in a chamber lined by a deep pool on their right, with two passages that branched off on opposite sides of a set of concrete pylons: one going forward, and one that turned off to their left.
Dalton eyed the pool and noted a narrow path that ran along its length towards the east, the Heliolisk taking a moment to brace himself before running at the water. Much to Lyle's astonishment, the lizard managed to run along the top of the water's surface for about half the length of the pool, before sinking into it and swimming the rest of the way over. Clearly the 'mon was a better fit for a band of river raiders than he'd given him credit for.
The Heliolisk pulled himself out of the pool, before he turned left and slipped out of view behind trees and ferns following a hidden path. After a few moments, the sound of dripping footsteps rang out, as Lyle, Kate, and Irune looked ahead to see Dalton approaching them from further down the forward path ahead of them, shaking his head.
"Alles klar.₁ This path's a straight shot, if a roundabout one," Dalton said. "It winds around past this patch of undergrowth here until it turns back towards the pond."
"Well, it narrows down our options at least," Irune grunted. "Though are we better off seeing what lies further down that path you found, or trying the left one?"
Lyle opened his mouth to answer, when he felt a sharp thump and watched as the nearby plants shook. His vents came alight with a start, the stoat feeling his muscles tense up as he turned warily to his teammates.
"What was that?"
Another thump shook the ground, and then another, and another. Kate flared her ears, when she turned towards the left entrance and listened in, before pinning them back and looking at her teammates with a tense grimace.
"Quick, go down the passage Dalton's in!" the Sneasel hissed. "Someone's coming from the left, and they don't exactly sound like bulliable runts!"
Lyle needed no further encouragement and scampered ahead on all fours after the Sneasel with Irune at his heels. The three hurriedly ducked down the path Dalton came from and tucked themselves up against a small, overgrown mound of concrete. The Fire-type looked back and felt his blood run cold as an Archeops and a Rampardos entered the chamber. He sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly smothered his body's fire as he and his fellows went silent, just in time to see the two Rock-types warily eye their surroundings before turning to each other with sullen frowns.
"So why has everyone been in such a terrible mood today?" the Rampardos grumbled.
It's the lower levels," the Archeops harrumphed. "They've been in a panic since the Grazers haven't been bringing in enough berries as tribute to please Rankar."
Lyle twitched his ears and blinked at the Archeops' reply. "Tribute"? Wilders offered that to each other? That was the sort of thing that kings among Civils demanded of Pokémon who were their vassals. Conquered ones, at that.
"Still? Hasn't that useless glutton had his fill yet?" the Rampardos growled. "The hunting grounds outside have become increasingly barren ever since he developed that sweet tooth of his and even the Grazers are starting to complain about there not being enough food to forage! How could he possibly want more?"
Team Forager's members blinked from their hiding place, Kate giving a puzzled tilt of her ear as Lyle saw her glance over with a puzzled frown.
"Wait, are we listening to Wilders here?" Kate asked. "Or a pair of asshole nobles-?"
Lyle quietly shushed the Sneasel back and motioned for silence, as the Quilava and his companions continued to eavesdrop on the Wilders. The Archeops in the clearing ruffled his feathers briefly, before replying to the Rampardos with a low huff.
"Hrmph, well it sure seems like that old fossil is dead set on going out tearing apart this Mystery Dungeon and the alliances that have held its Pokemon together since time immemorial," the bird scoffed. "Though perhaps there's an opportunity amidst this madness for Pokémon like us…"
The Rampardos hesitated a moment, glancing about warily before he continued on in a low voice.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is all of the stub-arms left in this dungeon are either a bunch of unevolved runts, or have evolved early and weak from the Distortion's influence. After the way Rankar forced out the last High Chief, everyone else would be relieved to have a change of leadership," the Archeops explained. "Once he's gone, it'd be easy for the Chiefs of the other kinds of Pokémon like you or me to fill his place. Why simply backing off the Grazers' food and toning down the threats would get a good chunk of them on our side!"
The Archeops tented his wings, before shooting a knowing smirk at his counterpart.
"And if the stub-arms have an issue with it…" the bird mused. "Well, after Rankar's rule as High Chief, there'd be no shortage of the others inclined to banish the lot of them and let them try their fates outside these woods."
"You're getting ahead of yourself there, Rankar first needs to be dealt with first," the Rampardos harrumphed. "All of the old tricks that've been tried won't work on him. The 'mon holes up in his den and doesn't so much as eat without making someone else taste his food first!"
The Outlaws traded wary looks with one another, as Dalton shuffled his feet uneasily. From the mention of a 'High Chief' and the way the two Wilders were being so furtive, it was evident they were talking of some sort of leader of theirs. And more specifically how to dispose of him.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think we were overhearing members of the Hofstaat₂ scheming against King Siegmund with talk like that," the Heliolisk murmured.
"Look," Irune whispered back. "Let's just turn around and try and find another way-"
The Archeops frowned back and looked out over the pool with a grumbling shake of his head.
"There must be a faster way… there has to be," the bird muttered.
"Wait," the Rampardos said.
All of a sudden, the Rampardos paused and raised his head, the dinosaur tensing up with narrowed eyes as he sniffed at the air.
"… I smell smoke," the Rampardos said. "Smoke like a fire was just burning here."
Lyle felt the color drain from his face and turned to see his teammates glancing at him wide-eyed. He hadn't thought the scent of his body's fire would've lingered that long, but whatever had stuck around on his pelt was enough for the Archeops to already make his way down the corridor in search. The four Outlaws hastily ducked back around the corner and darted for the path passing the pool, when they heard a sharp cry and turned to see the Archeops flying over its waters with bared teeth.
"Ah! There's Invaders here!" the bird snarled. "Get them!"
Lyle froze as the Archeops barreled forward, screeching and flashing his clawed wings for a lunging slash. The Quilava yelped and hastily dug through his bag, his paws settling on a glassy sphere that he pulled out that a parting glimpse revealed to be a Luminous Orb.
It'd have to do right now.
"Close your eyes!"
The stoat dashed the Orb against the ground, exploding it into a hail of glass shards and a blinding light that leaked through his eyelids just as the Rampardos rounded the corner. As the flash dissipated, Lyle heard a pair of sharp yelps, and opened his eyes to see the Archeops struggling to stay airborne as the Rampardos cradled his face and complained about "My eyes!"
They could work with that, Lyle hurriedly whirled around to his teammates, crying out the one word that crossed his rattled mind.
"Run!"
Lyle lowered his head and bounded forward, throwing himself forward with a Quick Attack down the corridor that made the surrounding jungle blur around him. When his vision settled, he looked back, seeing his fellows from Team Forager running after him for dear life. They caught up after a short while, as the four followed the winding course of the corridor around the bends and turns of a thickly-vegetated path all as bloodcurdling roars and heavy thumps rang out behind them.
He supposed that was as clear a sign as any that those Wilders weren't going to be content with just running them off. Dalton was at the middle of the group, while Kate was at the rear and dragging Irune ran along. The whole time, the Axew stole frantic glances behind her. A quick glimpse by Lyle to see what she'd seen revealed the silhouette of the Rampardos just falling on a ruined wall behind them.
"I don't suppose any of you picked up on some sort of hint to where the stairs were, did you?!" the Axew panted. "That Rampardos is catching up with us fast!"
"Just keep running!" Dalton cried. "We haven't checked the eastern side yet, so it must be somewhere there!"
That was all the motivation Lyle needed. He bounded ahead, coming out into a chamber ringed with walls of shattered concrete just as the others caught up with him. One that a quick scan revealed was overgrown with trees and vines and paths that branched off in three directions. Instinctively, Kate started off for the path branching rightward when a loud screech sliced through the air. Lyle turned his head and at once, his eyes shrink to pins. There was the Archeops, flying at them with fangs bared for Kate and Irune.
"Gah!" Kate yelped. "Not that way!"
The Sneasel hastily breathed frigid breath over her claws and flung a spray of icy flechettes, stopping the Archeops briefly before bolting for the corridor opposite their entrance. Lyle spat a Smokescreen at the Archeops for good measure before he and Dalton hurried after their Sneasel teammate. Lyle ducked as the sound of stones crashing into tree trunks rang out behind him and splinters zipped past his ears. Probably something like a Rock Slide, which was a sign that the Archeops wouldn't be bogged down by that Smokescreen for long.
The Quilava began to feel a burning pit in his stomach as he hurried after Kate and Irune down their present corridor. Gottverdammt, hadn't they been chased around enough for one day?! It was then that he noticed Irune turn her head, and as he snapped back to attention, Lyle heard it himself: the sound of grinding and creaking stone.
"Ah! That noise!" Irune exclaimed. "It's coming from the north!"
Lyle blinked a moment, when he realized that the creaking and groaning sounded just like a set of stairs forming on the floor. Not far away, from the sound of it, and with nary a moment to spare!
…Then again, it could've just as easily been the sound of a set of stairs sealing, but it was the only lead they had to work with. And with that Archeops and Rampardos nipping at their heels…
"Paws crossed that that's a way out…" the Quilava muttered. "Though come on! It sounded close!"
Lyle and his teammates cast a glance northwards, and while it didn't have ruined walls blocking the way, the thick undergrowth and densely spaced trees would've made attempting to move through it a fool's errand even without the Archeops hot on their tails.
"Fat lot of good that's going to do us here when we can't go that way!" Kate cried.
"We've got a Tunnel Wand somewhere in the bag!" the Quilava cried. "Just hang in there and cover me for a moment!"
A loud hiss rang out as the Archeops finally caught up with them, snarling with his wings spread and ready for a lunge.
"Got you!"
"I think not!" Dalton cried.
Lyle flinched as a loud crackle followed by a sharp screech rang out, glancing over his shoulder briefly as Dalton just finished up a Thunderbolt that stunning the ancient bird. Lyle briefly glimpsed Kate following up with an Ice Shard and Irune whigging a Totter Seed at the Archeops when he hurriedly turned his attention back to his bag. The Quilava hastily rooted through his bag, feeling a stick that a quick glance revealed to be the white, branched form of a Surround Wand, then the crook of a Switcher Wand… Gottverdammt, didn't those Hunters have any Wands that would actually help them out here?!
At last, his paws felt a pick-like shape, and a wave of relief came over him as he pulled it out and saw that sure enough, it was the Tunnel Wand he'd seen earlier. With one last glassy nub at its end marking it had a final use left in it.
"Get ready to run!" he cried. "We're going to need to make this count!"
The Quilava reflexively brought the wand down and heard the glassy layer around it shatter, followed by the wood of the Wand splintering. In a flash, the roar of rending dirt and trees joined in as the air distorted in front of them. The undergrowth and foliage in front of them abruptly parted left and right much as if a giant wedge had plowed them aside, as a gouge of cleared dirt formed directly in front of them.
Lyle didn't wait for the dust to settle and charged down the clearing, turning back and calling after his teammates.
"There's our exit! Come on!"
The rest of Team Forager's members didn't bother to protest and hurriedly ducked down the newly-opened corridor. For a brief moment, Lyle saw the Archeops stumble past it in a daze, before his teammates' bodies cut the bird off from view. Kate's ears swiveled briefly from a sound on the wind, when her eyes suddenly lit up in realization.
"Ah! Those stairs are close!" she said. "Come on, let's find them and get out of here!"
Lyle bounded ahead and out into a clearing ringed by overgrown ruins. He flinched briefly from the sudden change in light, though before he could make sense of their surroundings, he suddenly felt stones dig into his pelt and heard his teammates cry out. Lyle rolled along the ground, coming to a winded, wheezing stop on his flank as he weakly got up to his feet and saw his teammates doing likewise from being freshly sprawled out. Lyle panted as fire poured out of his vents, when his blood ran cold after a low snarl rang out from further ahead.
"Going somewhere?!"
Lyle and his companions turned towards the voice and he watched the color drain from their faces… and supposed the same was happening to him from the chill coming over his body. There, right in front of them were the steps onto the next floor, along with the Wilder Rampardos from earlier standing square in the way with his head lowered and ready to charge.
"Well I think not," the Rampardos growled back. "Since the only thing you Invaders will be seeing is the backs of your eyelids after you keel over!"
How the hell had he beaten them here?! Lyle and his teammates stood dumbfounded for a brief moment as the ground shook and the Rampardos began to charge. After a moment to shake his head, Lyle braced himself, and threw himself forward as he heard Irune cry out in alarm behind him.
"Lyle! What are you-?!"
"Just follow my lead and get to the stairs!" he shouted.
They just had to make it down the stairs before either of the Wilders, and even if the Rampardos packed a punch, if Lyle could run circles around Parker, he was sure as hell he could do the same to this Wilder. The Quilava ran at the Rock-type as fire wreathed his body, clipping him with a Flame Charge before he hurriedly sprang away. The Rampardos stumbled back slightly, before lowering his head with a menacing growl.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" the Rampardos sneered. "Your fire barely singed me!"
The dinosaur let out a loud roar and plowed ahead with another running charge. The Rampardos was right, that Flame Charge really hadn't done much to him. But that wasn't what Lyle was counting on right there.
Lyle waited as the Rampardos dashed at him, steeling himself as the ground trembled and he could hear his teammates' cries indistinctly in the background. He briefly saw the dome of the Rampardos' head, and right as the Rock-type was about to bear down on him…
"Hup!"
He sprang out of the way. The Rampardos dashed past, Lyle watching the dinosaur's head ram empty air and the Rock-type's red eyes widen just as he slipped behind him. Fire danced on Lyle's vents and white-hot cinders built up in his mouth just as the Rampardos turned his head back and noticed him.
"Huh?!"
Lyle spewed out a cone of whitish cinders, which found its mark on the Rampardos' rump. The dinosaur stiffened up with a sharp yelp, glancing back to see a fresh, reddening burn spreading over his scales. As the Wilder locked eyes with him, Lyle felt his heart pounding, mixed with a flash of confidence. Enough so that he turned his back towards the Rampardos and flared out fire from his vents, looked over his shoulder with a taunting smirk.
"Bet that one really burned your ass!" the stoat jeered. "For someone who wants to be king of this dump, you sure are a bad shot!"
From the bellowing roar the Rampardos replied with, it'd gotten under the 'mon's hide. And that was exactly what he was counting on. Lyle darted aside and sprang back and forth on his toes as the Wilder stomped the ground, calling up large stones from the ground that abruptly sailed at him. Lyle dropped and rolled out of the way as the stones zipped overhead, missing his body by mere hairs.
The Quilava sucked in a sharp breath. A bit close, but nothing he couldn't manage. Lyle got back onto his feet and bobbed around on his toes, weaving around a second hail of rocks. A glimpse back at the Rampardos revealed he was visibly fuming, the dinosaur losing his patience and then attempting to charge him, which proved even easier to weave about.
Hah! This Wilder made Parker look like an Accelgor with how easy it was to dance around him. A flash of confidence came over Lyle's face, as he stuck his tongue out at the now huffing and puffing Rampardos opposite him.
"Is that really the best you can do?!" Lyle sneered. "Hope that 'High Chief Rankar' you were going on about earlier's a slow fart like you!"
The Rampardos visibly grit his teeth in reply and glared back daggers. Lyle supposed he would have done the same himself if he had to deal with a foe that kept bouncing and weaving about just a few hairs out of his grasp.
"Stay still and fight, you cowardly furry!" the dinosaur snarled. "You'll never defeat me by just running away!"
The Rampardos was right. Even the items in Lyle's satchel wouldn't have been likely to turn this matchup around in a one-on-one fight. Except there was something the dinosaur didn't know about this matchup that Lyle did…
"You're right, I won't beat ya," the Quilava said. "But I don't need to!"
Footfalls pattering against stone rang out as the Rampardos turned his head and went wide-eyed. That was the cue that the jig was up and it was time to run. Lyle glanced over his shoulder, glimpsing Dalton and Irune running up a set of steps and into an overhanging earthen ledge as Kate followed closely behind. The Rampardos let out an exasperated cry, which Lyle quickly cut off by blowing smoke in his face. He turned and bolted as the dinosaur broke into hacking coughs afterwards, bounding ahead for the stairs when a sharp screech rang out.
"Not so fast!"
It lasted all but a few moments. First came the sound of wingbeats, then came the crushing tackle into Lyle's right flank. Lyle squealed as agony shot through his body, tumbling along the ground as he struck something sharp and sprawled out. The Quilava gasped for air as his vision went muddy, when he glanced up and saw the Archeops above him, diving in.
Lyle curled up and forced fire out of his vents, screwing his eyes shut with a low whine as he braced for the Wilder's blow. Except it never came. A pained squawk rang out and Lyle cracked his eyes open just in time to see the Flying-type reel from an Icy Wind. The Quilava panted hoarsely, when his body suddenly lurched off the ground and he stumbled to his feet after a rough tug, coming face to face with a wide-eyed Kate.
"Lyle, hurry it up already!" the Sneasel cried. "The stairs are starting to seal up!"
Lyle tore off along with Kate, pain shooting through the right side of his body as he limped after his Sneasel teammate. The Quilava looked up and to his horror saw the stairs began to seal off with earth sliding along the overhang's ceiling with a gods-awful grinding noise, the Fire-type lowered his head and lunged forward with a dash that made his surroundings blur even more around him. Not a moment too soon from the way the Archeops and the Rampardos were bellowing behind him. The stoat staggered up the steps as they quaked and groaned underfoot, when he suddenly felt small clawtips dig into his forepaws. The Fire-type's eyes widened as he was pulled sharply forward just as flying rocks struck the steps behind, sending stone fragments and dirt flying before he pitched forward face-first into damp, dark earth.
Lyle lay there as his heart pounded and his head spun as the grinding racket continued in the background. He let out a weak groan at the back of his throat and looked over to see Irune staring back at him wide-eyed. Had- Had she been the one who pulled him up the steps?
The Quilava watched as Dalton and Kate ran up and stared off at the steps, and for a second, he flinched, thinking that the Wilders had successfully followed them up the steps. And then the grinding noise stopped with a quiet click, and the floor fell silent beyond the sound of their hoarse breathing.
Lyle blinked and looked at the spot the stairs had sealed themselves off from the floor below, still gasping for air as he saw what had once been a passage sealed by dirt and rock. B-Blauflamme, that was way too close…
"L-Lyle! Are you alright?!"
Lyle looked over to see Irune running up and pawing at him. The Axew's eyes were visibly wide and startled. Was… she worried about him? The Quilava Outlaw dismissed her reaction as merely just being shaken from a close call. He was sure she'd be right back to harping on the lot of them for being thieving scum before he knew it. Lyle shook his head and staggered up, trying to project confidence in his voice, only for it to come out as a wavering stammer.
"Y-Yeah, just got nicked a bit by that bird back- Nrgh!"
Lyle flinched as he felt a sharp pain flash through the right side of his body. The Quilava looking back and saw just past his forearm, there was an oozing streak under his pelt where he'd struck the concrete outcropping. Lyle's breaths quickened and he felt his fire come alive in a panic at the sight. G-Gods, how badly had he gotten hurt back there?!
"Easy, Lyle. I don't think it's as bad as it looks."
Dalton came up to the Fire-type and eyed the wound with a quiet grimace, before shaking his head with a low sigh.
"I suppose this was to be expected, but at least it's nothing we can't patch up for now," the Heliolisk sighed. "Hang on, I think that we've got some berries that'll be able to seal this cut."
A few minutes later, Dalton had finished mashing the third piece of a quartered Oran Berry just above the wound on Lyle's flank and letting the juices seep in. Even if the topical application of healing berries could be skipped in a pinch in favor of just scarfing them down, after how harrowing the past floor had been, none of Team Forager's members were in the mood to try and make Lyle walk things off until his body metabolized the berry.
Irune looked on worriedly as Lyle lay on his side and Dalton pulled the Oran wedge back to examine the cut. A quick glance over revealed that Lyle's wound seemed to have coagulated enough for the last wedge to be applied directly onto it. Everything had worked out in the end…
… so why was she feeling this guilty about things?
"Dig in your paws and brace yourself, Lyle," Dalton instructed. "This last part's going to sting a bit."
The three of them were Outlaws, bandit scum who preyed on the weak for their pay. A part of her told her she ought to have felt coldly indifferent to their plight. They plied a dangerous trade and the only reason why they were on common ground to begin with was because of Lacan and his Fähnlein.
Except, as she watched Lyle fight against curling up into a fiery ball by reflex, those thoughts rang increasingly hollow. The more she saw the three like this, the more it gave her an uncomfortable sense of deja vu.
And it made her think of others she'd let herself grow close to against her better judgment since running from her hometown, and thoughts of what ultimately became of them. A sharp wince turned the Axew's attention back to Lyle and Dalton, just in time to see the Heliolisk pawing aside Oran-stained fur on Lyle's flank and pressing the final Oran wedge square into his wound. Irune cringed from her place on the side as the stoat audibly winced and fire danced from his vents with sharp flickers. She neared as Lyle panted from Dalton's treatment, focusing on the Quilava and then up at her other teammates with an alarmed stammer.
"Wh-Where did those two Wilders come from?!" the Axew cried. "We didn't run into any Pokémon that could do something like this on the earlier floors!"
"We've been going deeper into the Mystery Dungeon, it quite literally comes with the territory for just about any Mystery Dungeon," Dalton explained. "The Wilders that live in Mystery Dungeons like this usually like to make their homes in the Pockets further away from the entrance where they won't be disturbed. Their tougher members usually patrol closer to them to drive off would-be threats."
That… made a decent amount of sense, really. Irune herself had seen similar dynamics in other Mystery Dungeons since first going on the run back in the spring, just… not anywhere as dramatic as this. Kate pinned her ears back at Dalton's reply and turned a sharp scowl over at Irune. The Axew braced herself as the Sneasel exhaled a puff of icy breath out and folded her with a sharp huff.
"Just saying, but that's something we could have known if we had someone to guide us," the Sneasel grumbled.
Irune raised her mouth to protest indignantly, only to fall quiet and let her gaze drift to the ground. She… still didn't think much of the idea of them recruiting the Cranidos, especially knowing what the odds were for this 'Team Forager' all making it to the Divine Roost. But even then, it was hard to argue that things would've gone worse without his help.
Had she been too rash in making her decision? Even if the odds for her present teammates weren't favorable… had her choices made things worse for them? Had they made them worse for herself?
No answer came to those questions for her as Dalton finished applying the last Oran wedge. The Quilava let out a quiet wince, before snatching the pulp of the spent quarter out of the lizard's hand with a low grumble as low, irked flames simmered on his head and tail.
"Ngah… Dalton, what on earth did you do to that cut?" the Quilava demanded. "Press salt into it?"
"Oran juice carries a sting when it's applied to damaged hide," the Heliolisk harrumphed back, folding his arms. "You didn't strike me as being new to Mystery Dungeons, Lyle. You of all Pokémon should know that."
Irune told herself that it didn't make sense to dwell on things too much. After what became of the Balance Bandits, it was probably for the best to keep her present teammates at arm's length. She turned her head as Lyle bit into the pulp of his berry wedge and warily gaped about her surroundings. There weren't any ruins on this floor, and the towering, unnaturally tall and thick trees blotting out the sky weren't something they'd seen on the last floor either.
Even so, time was a luxury with the likes of Lacan and his underlings hounding their tails, and the longer they spent in Primordial Woods, the more likely he or his underlings would catch up with them. From the looks of it, Kate had realized it too with the way she uneasily shuffled and pawed at her shoulders.
"So now what?" the Sneasel asked. "Are we supposed to just hop right back into delving and hope we don't draw the short stick for run-ins again?"
Irune noticed Lyle glance over at her from the corner of her eyes. She thought of speaking up and saying something, but let her eyes drift towards the ground. Wh-What was she supposed to say to him? That she should've kept her mouth shut after the Monster House? Thankfully, the stoat didn't linger long on her before looking over at Dalton, who brought a hand up to his chin in thought before speaking up.
"We should find a Pocket and rest for a while," the Heliolisk said.
At once, Irune jolted up and stared wide-eyed at the Electric-type. Lyle and Kate looked similarly alarmed right now. W-Was Dalton even listening to himself right now?! They hadn't gone that deep into the Mystery Dungeon since they first entered it!
"B-But we're just six floors from that exit the Cranidos told us about!" Irune spluttered. "If we linger here, Lacan will-!"
"Be highly unlikely to catch up with us without us knowing it," Dalton answered. "After how much trouble the local Wilders have been giving us, do you really think entire squads of soldiers are going to be able to just march through here without us hearing them getting into fights?"
Irune blinked a few times. Now that Dalton mentioned it, with how fiercely the local Wilders had defended their territory, and how big their stronger Pokémon were… would Lacan and his underlings have been able to cow the Wilders into backing down from them? It certainly didn't seem like a safe bet.
Irune paused in thought, before she heard Dalton's tail brush the ground, and looked up to see the Heliolisk frowning down at her.
"Look, you already made it clear that you're not exactly fond about working with us, but charging ahead with Lyle in this state isn't exactly a safe gamble," Dalton harrumphed. "We should at least give him time for the berry's healing effects to kick in before we continue on again in earnest."
Irune quietly bit her tongue. She knew she'd gotten pointed after the Monster House, but she didn't go so far that she'd scared her teammates off… had she? The Axew quietly grimaced and looked away, just as she heard Lyle sigh to her right. The stoat looked down at his now-treated wound, which still sported juice stains from the Oran Berry that had been applied, before shaking his head back.
"Sounds like music to my ears," he grumbled. "Let's just hurry up and find that Pocket. There's no sense in worrying about that treasure if we can't make it off this floor in one piece."
So they were still ready to work with her. Or at least until they made it to that treasure that awaited them in the Divine Roost.
One by one, Team Forager's members set off. Lyle opted to take the rear just after Irune this time. It was hard to blame him given how he surely wouldn't fare well if he stumbled headfirst into another skirmish. A part of Irune was quietly grateful that he'd done so. Even if it wasn't as noticeable in a jungle like this versus in more normal climates for this time of year, she could swear that the air felt ever so slightly warmer around him.
Somehow, it made a little part of her feel more at peace.
Irune followed along after her Heliolisk and Sneasel teammates, as quiet doubts began to swirl in her mind. Was… she doing the right thing? She knew she didn't have many choices, and even if she hadn't fully gathered what Lacan planned on using her for, it was surely for nothing good. But if her teammates fully knew what they were facing, would the Divine Roost's treasure still be enough to motivate them? She supposed she hadn't lied to them at any point about it, but…
Irune snapped back to attention after feeling something furry and warm prod at her back. The Axew turned her head, and saw Lyle frowning over at her.
"Hey, stay focused for now," he insisted. "We're not exactly in a safe place here."
No. Even if everything she'd been told about herself really was true, those three didn't need to know about it. And if she told them everything and they ran off from her afterwards, Lacan would likely just hunt them down for leads to her and then do gods-knew-what to them. They had shared interests at the moment, and until that was no longer the case, it made sense to stick together.
…Even if it made her uncomfortable. Even if it meant that the past repeated itself.
About twenty minutes later, Team Forager came across a vine-shrouded gap between the thick roots of a tree that towered unnaturally high up into the Distortion—enough so that for a second, Kate thought they'd found a cave entrance of some sort. There, the familiar presence of Dungeon Fog spilled out, tipping them off that they were approaching a space where the Distortion's effects ended and some manner of stability began.
One quick retrieval of her guiding string from her bag and a march through later, Kate and her teammates found themselves in the hollow of a giant tree that wrapped up a stony cave at its base, with the wood growing in on each other to form what looked like a solid wall ringing the entire space. That was as clear a sign as any that they were in a Pocket and not truly back out on the surface.
That didn't worry her. What did was the presence of large, three-toed footprints in the cave's earth, along with red scales, stray white feathers, and the broken remains of brown eggshells. It was a sign that the den in the Pocket they were in belonged to a Tyrantrum.
… Or at least it had at some point. None of them could catch the scent of any Pokémon that had been in the Pocket lately, and the feathers and scales similarly lacked odor—a sign they'd been shed some time ago. Faint gouges here and there in the den's stone and healed scars in the wood gave the impression that there'd been a fierce battle here once… one that made her doubt the Wilder Tyrantrum that once lived here would ever come back to claim this place again. That should've been the end of that line of curiosity and to let her rest easy like she was supposed to, but after overhearing that Rampardos and Archeops, something kept making her wonder just what on earth happened here.
Team Forager had kept shifts since then, taking turns posting one of their number in the foggy passage back out onto the floor before coming back and trading places. Kate's turn had ended some time ago, and it had mercifully been uneventful…
Pshhhh…
Aside from how it'd been pouring buckets since about five minutes after they arrived into their Pocket and how the trip in and out of their shelter had gotten her soaked. As the sound pricking her ears reminded her, those rains hadn't gone anywhere. The sound of cascading water and a faint drip on her snout prompted Kate to sit up and turn her head towards the cave entrance. That would explain why she was thinking about Wilders' affairs. It took her mind off of having to think about that.
Dalton said that book about Mystery Dungeons they'd stolen said something about this place having midday downpours as part of its local climate. They must've lucked out while going through the past few floors, since Kate could only imagine how miserable the experience would've been if they had to go through them drenched on top of everything else.
The Sneasel laid her head down and tried to close her eyes, when she noticed a dim glow of orange fire on the walls. She turned her head and saw Lyle curled up, staring at the ground as small flames flickered on his head and tail vents.
Kate got up and made her way over beside her Quilava teammate, giving him a quiet nudge at his shoulder with her claws.
"…Can't sleep?" she asked. "You are the one who needs rest the most, you know."
The Quilava looked up at her briefly with a small frown, before turning away with a grumbling huff.
"After everything that happened back at Waterhead Cave?" he grumbled. "Were you expecting me to?"
… She should've expected that, really. Losing friends on the job was something that stung even if you got used to it. Going two years out of practice and then coming back into the Outlaw life like that…
Kate thought to say something, only for the Quilava to turn away and slump his chin against his forepaws with a sullen grumble.
"I should never have agreed to go with you."
Kate stiffened up and at once narrowed her eyes down at the Quilava. Was he blaming her for the army raid? Kate folded her arms and scowled in reply. Lyle was supposed to be the grounded one between the two of them. Surely he'd know better than that.
"Oh come on, what's with that attitude?" the Sneasel demanded. "Weather getting to you-?"
Lyle got up and whirled about as his body's fire came to life. Kate watched as a harsh glare came over his face and his voice came out in a bitter huff.
"Kate, I'm stuck in the middle of this gottverdammten jungle!" he snapped. "I had to relive one of the worst nights of my life, and my best friend's getting shipped off to die in some field gods-knows-where across the sea!"
… He was definitely a different 'mon than Kate remembered from the Foehn Gang. Laughing and making jokes alongside Alvin and their friends. Adamantly insisting that it didn't matter if his family cut him loose so long as they were there at each other's backs.
She'd held out hope that that 'mon in him would come back out once he was in good company again. From the way he was shaking his head and looking away, she was starting to doubt that that part of him would ever return.
"Really, why did I expect anything different?" Lyle muttered. "Of course a 'mon from a cursed town would have my luck."
Kate blinked at the Quilava's remark. Right, Lyle was from Freeden Village. It was a place that supposedly had incurred the disfavor of the gods sometime at the end of the last war between Varhyde and Edialeigh before the current one. As a result of that, all sorts of stories had sprung up about that disfavor carrying over to Pokémon that hailed from there.
Except, she didn't put stock in that "curse" crap. And when he was in more normal moods, Lyle didn't either. Maybe he just needed a little reminder to snap him out of that mood of his.
"And would any of that have changed if you didn't come?" Kate demanded. "Do you really think the rest of us wouldn't have still run into that Graf and his goons?"
She watched as Lyle froze and blinked back at her. It was a bit sobering to think about it, but the more that she thought about it…
"Really, the only difference would've been that you'd still be stuck in that Oran field waiting to go hungry in the winter and wouldn't have known about any of that," the Sneasel scoffed. "Would you really be happier if you found out we got raided by the army a season later on an empty stomach?"
Kate trailed off and looked away, hanging her head.
"… There's a good chance none of us would've made it out of Waterhead Cave that night if that happened," she muttered. "You're the reason why we're not getting pushed into a penal unit with Alvin right now."
Lyle bit his lip and pinned his ears back as the fire died down from his vents. His face took on a regretful twinge as the Quilava audibly tripped over his words while trying to speak up in reply.
"Th-That's not what I was trying to say-"
"Yeah, I know," Kate sighed. "And I don't blame you for looking out for yourself. It's not as if I was expecting everything to play out the way it did."
Kate shuffled up against Lyle, giving him a small poke against his side with her claw. The Quilava squirmed and recoiled in discomfort briefly and shuffled back. Glad to see that trick still worked on him, at least.
"But we've got a chance to put this all behind us don't we?" Kate insisted. "So why not take it? It's what Alvin would've wanted."
Lyle hesitated briefly, before turning aside and glumly casting a glance off at the gray, stony walls of their den.
"Maybe, but it's not like the universe really gave a crap about what he wanted," he muttered.
"N-Ngh… no… stop…"
Kate and Lyle turned their heads at the sound of Irune murmuring. There, off in a corner atop a small pile of her "treasure", the Axew was stirring in her sleep and pawing at empty air. The Sneasel blinked, before trading looks with her Quilava partner.
"… Looks like you're not the only one who's been having trouble sleeping," Kate murmured.
A flash of worry seemed to cross Lyle's eyes briefly. It was a little strange he felt so bothered by the problems of a 'mon that didn't like them all that much, but Kate supposed this must've been hitting home for him a bit. Lyle shuffled up as Irune tossed and turned in her sleep, the stoat hesitating briefly before he put a paw out and prodded at her gently.
"Irune?"
Kate watched Irune's eyes shoot wide as the Axew abruptly jolted up, prompting Lyle to jump back with a start as his vents came alight. From the way she was gasping for air and visibly quivering, she must've had one hell of a nightmare.
… Kate supposed she could see why Lyle was getting a bit worried about her. Sorta. The Sneasel sidled over as the Axew looked up at her and her Quilava teammate and shot a wary frown down.
"You doing alright?" Kate asked. "You were thrashing about in your sleep."
Irune sucked in a few sharp breaths and let her eyes drift towards the ground. She got up and pawed at her shoulder. Kate waited for the Axew's reply, only for the Dragon-type to audibly hesitate and turn her glance to avoid making eye contact.
"I've… just been through a lot lately," the Axew replied. "It's kinda been getting to me."
"Story of our lives, really."
Kate's ears pricked up at the sound of wet footsteps and dripping water, where she saw Dalton entering the cave visibly drenched. The Heliolisk fanned out his frill briefly, stopping to brush some water off his scales as he walked up, only to stop and catch himself in front of Lyle.
"Oh, by the way, it slipped my mind earlier in between the chaos of us skipping town…" Dalton began.
The Heliolisk dug through his satchel and fetched out a cloth purse, dropping it in front of the Quilava with an audible clink. Kate blinked at the sight and Lyle seemed similarly at a loss before Dalton narrowed his eyes with a small sigh.
"It's your share of the loot from this morning. You didn't forget, did you?" he asked. "I was hoping to do this someplace in Toya Square, but now's probably as good a time and place as any."
Right, Dalton had held onto Lyle's share of their loot from last night as part of being trusted to handle the goods for Hermes. Kate noted to herself that she probably should have remembered that better given that she was the one who suggested Dalton do that in the first place.
Lyle eyed the purse and quietly pawed through its contents, counting under his breath. After a brief moment, he sealed it and stuffed it into his satchel. That was as good a sign as any that Dalton had been honest in his dealings. Even if it was cold comfort at the moment, at least they could take it for granted they could trust the 'mon. Probably, anyways.
Kate watched the cave briefly come aglow as Lyle stretched and a spurt of fire came from his vents. Looked like the rest in the cave had done him some good given that he wasn't moving as stiffly as when they stopped to patch him up earlier.
"…Thanks. Though what are you doing back so soon?" Lyle asked. "I thought that it was your turn to keep watch."
"There's no point right now," Dalton said, shaking his head. "The Dungeon Winds caught up with the entrance outside and are currently scouring the floor."
Right, that was a thing in Mystery Dungeons and why any Pokémon, Wilder or Civil, sought out Pockets if they were going to stay on one floor for any length of time. Every so often, the Distortion would shift and wipe floors clean so that way they could form anew, through howling winds that came along and blew away everything in their path into gods-knew-where else in its confines. Sometimes, a 'mon would get lucky and get dumped by such winds at an entrance, but more normally it meant getting thrown to some floor with no idea of where one was, much like if one fell into the Distortion from venturing too far off a path.
… Probably worse than that, since she'd heard stories of Pokémon who'd suffered both fates. Pokémon that fell through the Distortion usually were able to get up and tell the tale afterwards, there were definitely fewer who got swept up by those winds who could say the same. A 'mon would also need to contend with flying debris or getting blown into things, a recipe for disaster in just about any Mystery Dungeon, but in one with Wilders as aggressive as this one…
"Well, I suppose that's one way to tell us that we won't need to worry about Grünhäuter for a while," Kate murmured, shaking her head.
"Actually… that gets into the point that I was going to get at," Dalton replied. "Namely that we probably don't need to worry about Grünhäuter while we're in this Mystery Dungeon."
Kate blinked at Dalton's explanation, and noted Irune looking similarly surprised. The Axew tilted her head at the Electric-type, giving a wary frown in reply.
"What makes you so sure, Dalton?"
"Because Lacan's goons were in earshot when we entered and it's been half a day since then," the Electric-type answered.
… Had it really been that long? Kate knew that they'd gotten a run of good luck with the first few floors, but now that Scales mentioned it, it did seem a little suspicious that they hadn't even overheard the Wilders going on about 'Invaders'. One would think that a Fähnlein wouldn't exactly be subtle while barging through a Mystery Dungeon.
Even so, something about this wasn't adding up for Kate. Lyle seemed to think similarly, judging from the way that the Quilava was pinning his ears back and frowning.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why would that Salamence do that?" Lyle asked. "He's not exactly a pushover, and he wouldn't be able to get Irune any faster just sitting and waiting outside."
Irune suddenly blanched and her jaw flopped open. The Axew's eyes visibly shrank to pins, as she turned to her teammates and waved her arms in alarm.
"Th-That's exactly what he's doing right now! He's probably sent his soldiers to try and wait near the exits to ambush us!" Irune exclaimed. "It's not the first time that he's done that to me, either!"
… As counter-intuitive as it sounded at first, maybe Lacan really could get at Irune just by sitting and waiting outside. If he had some sort of book about Mystery Dungeons like them, he almost certainly knew that between the Wilders and the gods-awful weather, that this place was wearing them down. Then for all they knew, there wasn't a safe place to leave this gottverdammten hole.
Kate bit her lip and pinned her ears back, before looking over to her teammates.
"So just what are we supposed to do now?"
Dalton and Lyle both remained silent. The Heliolisk raised his voice to say something, only for him to trail off and quietly grimace. Whatever idea he'd had, he'd clearly realized it wouldn't work. Lyle was visibly on-edge as his vents were flickering with nervous fire, staring down at the cave floor with a blank expression much like if Lacan's soldiers had just barged into their Pocket.
A great sign for their odds, really. Curiously, Irune seemed to pause and catch herself. The Axew raised a claw to her mouth and mused a bit, before she looked back at the rest of them and murmured to herself.
"That Cranidos…" she said. "He said there was a Link to a 'place like this' four floors from here."
Kate thought back to the encounter with the Cranidos, and tried to keep herself from being too bitter over the way that Irune had blown up their chance at getting a guide out of this place. A starry-eyed kid like him full of fight would've done them a lot of good right now. If Irune was talking about what Kate thought the Axew was, the Cranidos had mentioned 'a passage that links to another place like this beyond the mist'. Kate turned her head over to Lyle, as a light seemed to go off in his eyes and he stiffened up.
"The copy of the handbook we've got did say there was a Link to Raptor Rock not far from where we were," Lyle mused. "That must be what he was talking about. But didn't we already know this? How's that change anything?"
"Wouldn't the exits from that Mystery Dungeon be harder for him to get to?" Irune asked. "It looked far away on the map in the handbook."
… Right, Raptor Rock was just barely visible over the horizon before they crashed on Hermes. A Fähnlein usually had around 400 'mons on it, and there weren't 400 'mons there back at the ambush. Even if Lacan knew about the way Primordial Woods and Raptor Rock linked with each other, he only had so many 'mons to go around, and it meant they had decent odds of beating his goons out of there. Or at least coming across a party that was small and likely winded enough from a long journey that they'd have better odds fighting their way past them.
Kate supposed the plan sounded like it could work on paper, but…
"Hold on just a minute. Raptor Rock's a day's journey from Newangle City!" Dalton protested. "Why would we want to be going there again when there's tons of soldiers garrisoned in the Royal Capital?!"
That actually wasn't the problem Kate was thinking of, but now Scales brought it up, that was another risk of trying to sneak out from there.
"Because we're having trouble holding up now, so we should logically try to get out of this Mystery Dungeon while we can?" Irune said. "Also, coming out onto the surface someplace away from Primordial Woods' normal exits isn't exactly a bad thing. It'd give us time to make ourselves scarce before Lacan could catch up or otherwise tip off the local Grünhäuter about us."
Kate admitted that that was a decent argument. After all, if Newangle City really was as treacherous for Outlaws as Dalton implied the other day, would Lacan really expect them to flee towards it? Surely that'd throw him off their trail at least for a little bit.
It was all fine and great, except it didn't take care of the problem the Sneasel had had with this idea all along.
"Yeah, but the Cranidos also made it sound like something was wrong with that exit."
A moment of tense silence hung in the den's air afterwards, and Kate noted that her teammates were trading worried looks. She initially hadn't thought much of the Cranidos' words, but after how much of a slog the past few floors had been, it didn't exactly inspire confidence about what could be going on with the entrance to that Link.
Lyle bit his lip and hesitated a moment, before shaking his head in reply and stepping forward.
"… We'll try and prepare for a fight beforehand and do what we can to dodge it," Lyle said. "We can try laying low in quieter places on the next floors until it gets later in the day. We'd be most likely to have smooth sailing towards the evening when the Wilders that are awake by day are starting to tire out and the ones that are awake by night are just starting to get up."
Kate opened her mouth to reflexively protest. Before she could get a word out, the Quilava spotted her and motioned for silence, before looking around at the others.
"… I know it's not a good option," the Fire-type murmured. "But if Irune's right about what Lacan's up to, I'm not sure if we have a whole lot of better ones."
Kate paused and inhaled sharply. She didn't like this idea, but it was hard to argue that Lyle didn't have a point. Between what would likely boil down to fighting their way through strong, angry Wilders and strong, angry Grünhäuter fresh from the army… it was hard to argue with a straight face that fighting the Wilders wasn't the lesser evil.
The Sneasel cast a glance over towards her teammates. Irune for obvious reasons had made her peace with the idea, while Dalton seemed visibly hesitant. The Heliolisk stared off towards the mouth of the cave, before shaking his head with a low sigh.
"It's as good a hope as any, though it'd be best not to pass up the Dungeon Winds on this floor," he said. "If we want to avoid the local Wilders leaving this place, we should set off out of this Pocket as soon as things settle down outside the fog."
…Wait, as in right now? Kate peeked out at the still-pouring rain outside and grimaced. She wasn't looking forward to getting drenched again. Irune seemed visibly uneasy about the idea herself, while Lyle was stiff and staring out blankly much as if Lacan himself had entered their pocket.
Kate watched her Quilava teammate pin his ears back as a disgusted shudder briefly went down his back. He turned over to Dalton and traded glances between him and the rain with an uneasy paw at the back of his head.
"… Dungeon Winds usually last a decent while, right?" the Quilava asked. "Let's… try to wait for the rain to settle down a bit more first before we go and check."
Yeah, that was an idea she could definitely get behind.
Author's Notes
Alt Title
Kapitel 11 - Wille
Words and Phrases
1. Alles klar - "All clear"
2. Hofstaat - "court", in the sense of a sovereign's household or entourage.
Teaser Text
It is said that when humans walked the earth, they were creatures that sought out knowledge. Both as a means for personal enlightenment and to inform ever-advancing accomplishments and feats. They fashioned towers and structures beyond the ability of our engineering to replicate, and created intricate machines and devices with functionalities that seemed much like magic.
Accomplishments and feats that many of them grew proud of. Enough so that it is said that Klaus the Founder heard humans in the world-that-was boast with haughty words such as "Such a wonder was once reserved for gods. But today, humanity takes a step towards the divine!"ᵃ as they beheld their great works.
And then, during the fateful year that marked the beginning of our era, the Great Flash came during the midsummer days of Heumond. In an instant, it reshaped our world, and in the process, swept away untold wonders and the knowledge to recreate them in the twinkling of an eye.
As Pokémon attempted to pick up the pieces in the years that followed, it is said that the Founder worried over some of the knowledge that Pokémon strove to preserve. That the twilight of humanity had been marked with great hubris and dissension, including among those who once held the power to change humanity's fate.
He insisted that some knowledge was best left to fade with humanity, and he feared that we as inheritors of this world would inherit the same flaws that left humans to be caught unawares by our world's sundering. What that knowledge he so feared has been lost to time and can only be guessed at: some theorize it might relate to that radiant splendor which first drew Wish and Reality to war in this world.
Others say that the Founder worried more over the mindset of Pokémon like us. That by clinging too tightly to the ways of humans, we would be doomed to repeat their mistakes. As sobering as the premise is, when looking over the sweep of our civilizations' histories, one cannot help but wonder if his fears were justified.
- Excerpt from 'The Varhyder Chronicles - A Brief History of our Kingdom's Early Years'
a. This quote is delivered in two parts in the original German due to grammatical rules. The combined form here is a roughly equivalent gloss.
I won't go into as much detail as usual, since I've mostly been catching up to where I once stopped reading, but I still had some thoughts to share!
One such thought is that I'm surprised, seeing Irune's POV for the first time, that the Balance Bandits actually existed. I suspected them to be a complete fabrication, but perhaps it was only a half lie: they existed, but were merely accompanying her to the Divine Roost as Team Forager now is, rather than her being an official member.
Still, there's an interesting conundrum forming here. Irune is, of course, absolutely right that these four are pretty scummy individuals overall. They might have sympathetic reasons for being so, such as Lyle pushed into this "profession" by desperation, poverty, and wishing to help his mother from conscription -- but it doesn't change the fact that their actions are highly immoral. I see both sides of the argument regarding that Cranidos, but someone young and easily influenceable probably shouldn't be following a band of callous outlaws being pursued by a large military force ruling much of the world outside this dungeon. I do think it was a strong showing of character for Irune to send him away the way she did.
There are a few issues I wanted to point out:
- Firstly, the narration has a slight tendency to "tell" rather "show", or sometimes to both show and tell the same thing, resulting in repetition. I could give a fair few examples, but one would be in chapter 6, when the fact that Carolins have been losing value compared to poké is mentioned four different times throughout the chapter.
Another example is in chapter 11, in this passage:
Kate blinked at the Quilava's remark. Right, Lyle was from Freeden Village. It was a place that supposedly had incurred the disfavor of the gods sometime at the end of the last war between Varhyde and Edialeigh before the current one. As a result of that, all sorts of stories had sprung up about that disfavor carrying over to Pokémon that hailed from there.
Mind you, this part works just fine. However, I feel like small worldbuilding details like this could do with having some mystery left to them rather than being explained exhaustively on first go. This is how I'd recommend rephrasing this:
Kate blinked at the Quilava's remark. Right, Lyle was from Freeden Village. One of few settlements to openly support Edialeigh's invasion, a sin which the gods supposedly wanted all its generations to follow to pay for.
Written a little rough, but I think you get the idea.
- Secondly, the pacing's been... good, so far, but ever since the brief respite scene following the caravan scene, it feels as though the story's been shooting forward at neck-breaking speed. There were two calmer scenes at the makeshift encampment before they entered Moonturn Square, and the final scene in this chapter -- but they only cover about 10% of word count where 90% is made up of action, escape sequences, or dialogue scenes where our characters are still in imminent or soon-to-be danger. It's worked well so far, but I do hope we get more time (perhaps even half a chapter?) soon enough where our characters can rest, recuperate, develop their inter-personal bonds, and get their bearings.
One side-effect has been that I haven't noticed as much character development as I was hoping to see outside of Lyle, and a little bit for Irune. After that final scene in chapter 11, however, I am much more optimistic of this problem smoothing itself out. I'm especially curious to hear more about Kate, and Dalton seems to be hiding a past as part of the nobility.
Overall, I'm glad to have started re-reading this story. It's been a treat to read! See you on the next review!
Now this is podracingV-Wheeling. Lemme see if I remember. When last I left the intrepid "heroes," they'd gone to the library to acquire lore, got the lore, escaped, learned Irune is kinda sorta God™ or whatever the original dragon counts as in this fic's setting. I don't think I can say "part of the Trinity Processor," even though something split into three parts brings that joke to mind.
... Oh, and they got captured by the army.
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-Seeing the comment about where the outlaws are getting sent just brings to mind that "Sending Eevee to War" memetic image.
-Ah, yes, more of Sophia's tragic backstory and a teasing cliffhanger of not revealing what's in the important letter. A letter that may give her a new perspective on all this, since she's nurturing doubts to begin with.
-Not the Skyrim meme.
-Man, I sincerely hope this is not trying to pitch a tournament arc. We do not need a tournament arc.
-Narrator: Kate will never learn when to stop talking.
-And now we're treated to the Hallmark-style slideshow of Lyle's traumatic backstory. One really has to wonder how, despite things turning out so badly the last time, Lyle genuinely thought any of what kick-started this would be a good idea.
-So something big happened with all three of the gen V dergs getting into a scuffle. I'm not sure if that's what actually took place in the letters Olivia's going through or if this is more of a distant thing. Mostly because my memory's jumbled.
-I know she's being kept in a vault, so treasure's to be expected, but I find the thought of the king just having a treasure horde on standby because Reshiram is a dragon who loves a good treasure horde amusing.
-Hope Lacan has no intention of passing on his bloodline because he is terrible with children, holy hell. If there's a redemption in the works for this guy, it's gonna take a lot of work on Sophia'syour part. But if he is meant to be a puppykicker, then I guess this works.
-So, Irune is three Unovan derg legends in a trenchcoat. And this kingdom's goal is to make Irune no longer baby but want power and, I guess, have the three Tao pieces war with each other in the capital of Edialeigher with the belief it'll force that side to surrender unconditionally?
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-Oh, hey, look, I was right about that letter's contents... which I presume is what's opening the chapter but, of course, only gets translated at the end.
-Welp, plan confirmed. I'm also seeing uncomfortable parallels between this and the Allies' final strategy in the Pacific back in WW2. Irune's the bomb they want to drop on this city, except they need fighting to happen first.
-Irune needs more power, huh? I know a guy who could help with that. They say he's the storm that is approaching.
-And with that, smol child is effectively broken for the time being. Good jorb, Lacan.
-Looks like Irune losing control will not be the escape mechanism, but rather just a couple of random guys trying to leave their wagon. No idea if that would be successful, but we're getting to escaping much faster than I expected.
-I have no idea how this arguing with Dalton (which gets a bit physical) is not alerting whatever guards are escorting this wagon. It doesn't seem that soundproof. Even if they're all whispering, surely the guards would still hear something?
-Okay, good, the slapdash plan ended up failing anyway lol.
-GOOD GRIEF HE'S NAKED.
-And there's the realization for Sophia. Looks like she's not up to snuff as a morality pet, so things are moving forward. Also, obligatory "WHAT AM I FIGHTING FOOOOOOOOOOOR?"
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-I'm a bit confused as to just how much of a wrong turn these wagons somehow took? Like it still seems as though they're close to the intended destination, just on a somewhat rougher stretch of road or something? I guess it's ultimately harmless and mostly used to establish concretely that they're going to the conscription port. It... is looking like they're not going to get out of it unless their caravan gets attacked. And, well, we do need to have this fic spend some time in Edialeigh if it's going to be a proper Xenoblade-but-PMD fic.
-So the trio used to roost together in Varhyde? I feel like that's the "Divine Roost" that Irune wanted to get to... and getting there might've allowed her three parts to find that same solace and peace that got squashed previously. Which is precisely why the exact opposite will be happening, apparently.
-Ah, yes, a seviper/zangoose duo. Never seen that one before. /s
-Man, and here I thought I'd get through one of these without a scarf change. At least it's forced on them.
-Off to basic training they go.
I do feel like this is ramping up to transition into the various characters ending up in Edialeigh. Which, again, makes me think we're at a halfway mark at best here.
Hey, Fobbie. Here for my Blitzly catch-up on Once a Thief, through Chapter 35. And what a run of chapters it is! This feels like the most action-packed set of chapters in the fic thus far. The gang gets captured and split up, Sophia confronts Lacan about what's going on with Operation Spark, Lyle is reunited with Alvin--all good stuff.
I really appreciated Kate during this section. When the other characters are moping are paralyzed--understandably, but still--she's still out there full of sarcastic energy, causing problems and getting everyone into more trouble. Arguably they don't need more trouble at this point, but Kate's antics certainly keep things moving forward when they otherwise might wallow. Her behavior is rarely wise, but you do have to admire her chutzpah. She makes a nice contrast to the rest of the cast, especially in this most recent section.
I also enjoyed the reveal that Operation Spark is looking to intentionally provoke the Dyad into basically going nulcear with all three dragons going on a rampage, and also that Lacan has been aware of this all along. It makes a lot of sense with the way we've seen the army acting towards Irune thus far--like Lacan says, I guess it doesn't actually matter at all how she feels about her situation or whether she's interested in helping them of her own free will! It also really throws the moral quandary Sophia's been in the entire time into stark relief. I'm rooting for her to do something to put a stop to all this, although her ability to do so seems limited, if Lacan's going to try and keep her away from the actual fighting. I liked how deeply Sophia's been disturbed by what she learned from the letters she read, and how it changes her perspective on Lacan completely. When your best bud of many years is looking to commit war crimes on purpose instead of by accident, oof.
There are some things that bother me about the reveal, specifically. In the first place, did Lacan somehow think Sophia already knew about the true intentions of Operation Spark? If not, why did he send her to read the reports about the incident at Freeden Village, probably one of the weirdest and least pleasant ways for her to learn the truth? If so, why isn't he more put out by her clear horror over the situation? In general, I was surprised that Lacan didn't follow up at all after confirming for Sophia that he knew they were trying to provoke Irune's split. He obviously got the sense that she wasn't totally on board, but Sophia wasn't just not super into it, she was devastated, and I didn't get the sense that she did a super great job of hiding that fact, either. It is entirely possible that Lacan just has the emotional intelligence of a brick and doesn't get why this would be a big deal, and why his casual reveal that he's hoping to wipe out a major city would be disturbing, but it just struck me as odd that after he tells Sophia what's up he doesn't seem to think about the matter much at all afterwards.
I'm not sure I'm 100% tracking with what's going on with Irune's dreams in combination with what we've been learning about the country's history. Best understanding is, last time the three dragons awoke, they inadvertently destroyed Freeden Village. Zekrom ended up siding with Varhyde in the conflict, along with Reshiram, for reasons I don't think have been discussed? This temporarily put Edialeigh into serious retreat, since having their patron fighting against them was obviously terrifying. However, something(?) caused Zekrom to switch sides to Edialeigh again, and the war started up again. I think the dragons ended up killing each other in battle, leading to Irune, but not totally clear on that--I guess there was some other huge battle between the three of them, maybe with Zekrom and Reshiram trying to reconcile, but Kyurem getting in the way of everything for some reason?
Based on Irune's dreams, the dragons had made a pact before where they agreed not to fight each other (and/or fight in the war between the nations?) anymore. And then, for some reason, they go back on that--maybe something to do with the mortal helpers/friends Zekrom and Reshiram have (the charizard/ampharos). I'm curious whether they made a similar resolution before dying, again, and what if anything they might have done to try and ensure they actually wouldn't end up trapped in the cycle of battle again when they reincarnated. It's certainly something that Irune's been preoccupied with the whole time, trying to keep her aspects from splitting up and warring with each other. It's also something that would throw a huge wrench into Operation Spark if it actually works this time!
I realize that we aren't supposed to understand everything about the history or this situation at this point, and more will be revealed later; I just hope I'm not too far off where you're expecting people to be at this point.
I am kind of intrigued where the other legends might be hanging out at this point--can't remember whether it's been stated what's up with them before. The image of Ho-Oh in Irune's book suggests that the other legends are known, but they don't seem to be around. Did they just take off rather than get involved with the war? Have they not reincarnated for some reason? I don't expect any of them to matter for the resolution of the plot, but the book got me thinking about it.
But enough about Irune and all the Lore going on there! While being transported against her will to her presumed death and also probably the deaths of thousands of other mon is pretty bad, Lyle and the gang are also staring down likely-death with the added twist that basically all of their superiors hate them.
I'm not mad about the gang getting captured, and having them evade the army after all the problems laid out by Lyle and Dalton when trying to plan their route would probably have gotten a bit difficult to believe. I am rooting for them to end up at the Divine Roost at some point, still; I'm intrigued by what Irune's hoping to find there that might put an end to the endless war between her aspects. And the others can have a little treasure, too, as a treat. :P
I was surprised that Kate didn't seem to be in any pain during her discussion with Dalton, aside from a couple mentions of her claws hurting. It sounded like she took some pretty nasty damage at the end of the fight, like a broken rib or something? I was surprised she didn't even seem to have any generalized aches and pains, much less whatever that was, after she woke up in custody.
And finally, Alvin's back! I've been awaiting the payoff of this subplot for a long while, so while we haven't seen much of him yet, I'm excited for what's to come. It was very sweet that he doesn't blame Lyle for leaving him behind to get captured, although Lyle sensed that not all was well there. I'm hoping for complicated feelings on both sides!
On a small note about prose, one thing I did notice quite a bit of in this section was the use of filter words--things like "Lyle saw X" or "Lyle felt X." These sorts of phrasings tend to create a sense of distance from the POV character, e.g. "Lyle felt a claw stab into his back" is a less immediate and visceral description than "A claw stabbed into Lyle's back." There's nothing wrong with that sort of construction as such, but you might want to consider if there's a reason to prefer the more indirect version, where we're told about a character perceiving a thing happening, over the more straightforward description of something happening to them.
All in all, this has been one of the most enjoyable parts of the fic thus far for me. It feels like the various plot threads are starting to pay off and converge, which is always a satisfying part of the story. Perhaps not too terribly much more of this fic to go? I wasn't expecting everyone to end up captured, and I don't really have a good gauge of where things are going from here, so it's hard for me to guess!
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-Ah, lovely. The implication that apricorns do not have stasis and can be used as a torture method. What a lovely place Varhyde is.
-Kate's POV on this whole spiel can boil down to "The military sucks." XD
-I genuinely hope that this is the moment where Kate finally learns that she needs to put a sock in it. You could argue that's hypocritical of me to say considering some of the characters I write, but with Nikki she just gets verbally clapped back at worst and Gene can walk the walk to back up his talking. Kate cannot. It's gotten her and her teammates hurt. This time badly. And we're 30+ chapters in. Character development's gotta happen at some point, right?
-Oh, and Lyle and Dalton get themselves involved, too, for good measure. I expected Dalton to since he's got his army hate boner. But Lyle's supposed to have somewhat better self-preservation skills and he seems to come out of it possibly the worst of the trio. Maybe this is rock bottom for the group?
-Ah, poor Sophia, doubting herself when she's surrounded by a bunch of "My kingdom, right or wrong," types ready to follow orders to the grave. I do believe there was probably some sort of conspiracy going on here. Though I think it's more along the lines of a third-party manipulating both kingdoms into this constant fighting and cycle of having the dragons raze a bunch of territory. Since I vaguely seem to recall at least two Xenoblade games are structured around that sort of thing.
-The guards could hear her the whole time is like a couple of steps removed from "Erm, he's right behind me, isn't he?"
-Yeah, I didn't expect Irune's hope spot to actually mean anything given how the scene with Sophia ended. Impressive that she managed to hurt herself this much, but I suppose flinging yourself at an impregnable door would lead to those results, dragon or not.
-Well, this chapter was depressing enough, so I suppose we'll just toss Alvin in there to try and make things 1% better.
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-Sorry, Alvin, you're in the wrong fic for the power of friendship to do anything here. Doesn't tend to work well when PMD fics lean closer to grimdark.
-Lol it's amazing the difference in backstory length between Kate and Dalton. Though now I think we finally have the full story on what's going on with Dalton. Certainly tragic, though he really hasn't done himself any favors in the interim.
-Another tiny power of friendship moment that doesn't exactly work, but at least it's lampshaded, I guess? Still, at the start of the scene with Kate questioning herself I was really wondering if this maybe was the corner turning I'd hoped for. Buuuuuut not so much. Maybe it's the start of her changing a bit, but jury's out on that for the moment.
-Why does this dream give me the feeling that the dragons' fighting is spurned by someone, like that ampharos? And that maybe they're still around in the present, even if it's in a different form.
-Wait, Lacan used the exact same group that lost Irune in the first place? Whyyyyyyyyy wouldn't he be overseeing a personal escort? That just strikes me as extremely boneheaded, given the point in the fic we're at. As if you needed a convenient means for Irune to pull off the escape and this was the only way to make it happen.
I can see why you're so enamored with Rebirth. Because I'll admit that this fic gives me the same heavy doses of bitterness Rebirth did in its heyday. Are the Xenoblade games depressing? I thought they were full of anime tropes with British narmy voice acting. But if I'm wrong then perhaps it is for the best I never engage with that source material. 😅
Heya, this took me a bit longer than I’d have liked to get through, but I’m back with a fresh update today, and with it, a fresh set of review responses that I’ll just slide in and get right into:
I won't go into as much detail as usual, since I've mostly been catching up to where I once stopped reading, but I still had some thoughts to share!
One such thought is that I'm surprised, seeing Irune's POV for the first time, that the Balance Bandits actually existed. I suspected them to be a complete fabrication, but perhaps it was only a half lie: they existed, but were merely accompanying her to the Divine Roost as Team Forager now is, rather than her being an official member.
Yeah, Irune’s got a lot of work to do before she’s able to say things with a poker face. Everything that she’s said up to this point has been a truthful statement in some capacity. Whether it was the full truth is another matter.
Still, there's an interesting conundrum forming here. Irune is, of course, absolutely right that these four are pretty scummy individuals overall. They might have sympathetic reasons for being so, such as Lyle pushed into this "profession" by desperation, poverty, and wishing to help his mother from conscription -- but it doesn't change the fact that their actions are highly immoral. I see both sides of the argument regarding that Cranidos, but someone young and easily influenceable probably shouldn't be following a band of callous outlaws being pursued by a large military force ruling much of the world outside this dungeon. I do think it was a strong showing of character for Irune to send him away the way she did.
Which was precisely what that moment was going for there.
- Firstly, the narration has a slight tendency to "tell" rather "show", or sometimes to both show and tell the same thing, resulting in repetition. I could give a fair few examples, but one would be in chapter 6, when the fact that Carolins have been losing value compared to poké is mentioned four different times throughout the chapter.
Yeeeeah, that one’s an oversight on my part. If you pull up a couple of the parts in question via DMs or something, I can try to thin the herd out for those mentions a bit.
Mind you, this part works just fine. However, I feel like small worldbuilding details like this could do with having some mystery left to them rather than being explained exhaustively on first go. This is how I'd recommend rephrasing this:
Kate blinked at the Quilava's remark. Right, Lyle was from Freeden Village. One of few settlements to openly support Edialeigh's invasion, a sin which the gods supposedly wanted all its generations to follow to pay for.
Hrm… I get where this is coming from, but in this particular case, this suggestion doesn’t quite work since it doesn’t accurately capture why Freeden Village has that negative perception about it. I think that properly addressing it requires you to get to the part where you get to the reveal of what happened to it, but I’m open to revisiting it when you get there.
- Secondly, the pacing's been... good, so far, but ever since the brief respite scene following the caravan scene, it feels as though the story's been shooting forward at neck-breaking speed. There were two calmer scenes at the makeshift encampment before they entered Moonturn Square, and the final scene in this chapter -- but they only cover about 10% of word count where 90% is made up of action, escape sequences, or dialogue scenes where our characters are still in imminent or soon-to-be danger. It's worked well so far, but I do hope we get more time (perhaps even half a chapter?) soon enough where our characters can rest, recuperate, develop their inter-personal bonds, and get their bearings.
One side-effect has been that I haven't noticed as much character development as I was hoping to see outside of Lyle, and a little bit for Irune. After that final scene in chapter 11, however, I am much more optimistic of this problem smoothing itself out. I'm especially curious to hear more about Kate, and Dalton seems to be hiding a past as part of the nobility.
You’ll get a few of these moments in the chapters that immediately follow the ones you read up to this point. TBD if they’ll have stuck the landing for you, but I suppose that’s something that I’ll find out about soon enough.
Overall, I'm glad to have started re-reading this story. It's been a treat to read! See you on the next review!
And it’s been a treat hearing back from you. I’ll be especially looking forward to you getting through the next couple arcs since… well, you’ll see for yourself when you get there. ^^
Now this is podracingV-Wheeling. Lemme see if I remember. When last I left the intrepid "heroes," they'd gone to the library to acquire lore, got the lore, escaped, learned Irune is kinda sorta God™ or whatever the original dragon counts as in this fic's setting. I don't think I can say "part of the Trinity Processor," even though something split into three parts brings that joke to mind.
Nah, this is a not particularly subtle Xeno-series reference if ‘Der Kaiser’ there struck anyone as being at least vaguely familiar. Any tourney arc would basically just be prolonging the inevitable of these guys getting yeeted into a penal unit since they would’ve gotten knocked out early.
-Narrator: Kate will never learn when to stop talking.
-And now we're treated to the Hallmark-style slideshow of Lyle's traumatic backstory. One really has to wonder how, despite things turning out so badly the last time, Lyle genuinely thought any of what kick-started this would be a good idea.
He was hungry and facing down a lean winter. And didn’t expect that he’d get the equivalent of a black ops unit from the army hunting him down within a couple hours of his big score.
-So something big happened with all three of the gen V dergs getting into a scuffle. I'm not sure if that's what actually took place in the letters Olivia's going through or if this is more of a distant thing. Mostly because my memory's jumbled.
It’s a separate thing that happened later. Some other flashbacks make that apparent.
-I know she's being kept in a vault, so treasure's to be expected, but I find the thought of the king just having a treasure horde on standby because Reshiram is a dragon who loves a good treasure horde amusing.
I mean, it helps with ingratiating yourself to the Physical God you want to do you dirty work, so… :V
-Hope Lacan has no intention of passing on his bloodline because he is terrible with children, holy hell. If there's a redemption in the works for this guy, it's gonna take a lot of work on Sophia'syour part. But if he is meant to be a puppykicker, then I guess this works.
Though considering what the normal entry fee for characters sharing his archetype getting redemption entails in the average Xeno series game… uh… yeah.
-Welp, plan confirmed. I'm also seeing uncomfortable parallels between this and the Allies' final strategy in the Pacific back in WW2. Irune's the bomb they want to drop on this city, except they need fighting to happen first.
With the whole added wrinkle that you’re dealing with a living being and not just a mechanism that can reliably launch two chunks of explodium into each other. But the planning for the war effort has been getting deeper and deeper into “desperate and unhinged” territory for a while now.
-Irune needs more power, huh? I know a guy who could help with that. They say he's the storm that is approaching.
I mean, at least he didn’t just kick her while she was down and mock her for getting her hopes up. Wouldn’t be the first time that a “Lacan” has done that.
-I have no idea how this arguing with Dalton (which gets a bit physical) is not alerting whatever guards are escorting this wagon. It doesn't seem that soundproof. Even if they're all whispering, surely the guards would still hear something?
The wagon itself moving would make noise covering it. But yeah, them getting riled up already wound up tipping the guards off.
-I'm a bit confused as to just how much of a wrong turn these wagons somehow took? Like it still seems as though they're close to the intended destination, just on a somewhat rougher stretch of road or something? I guess it's ultimately harmless and mostly used to establish concretely that they're going to the conscription port. It... is looking like they're not going to get out of it unless their caravan gets attacked. And, well, we do need to have this fic spend some time in Edialeigh if it's going to be a proper Xenoblade-but-PMD fic.
The equivalent of going down the wrong offramp and then a few blocks down.
-So the trio used to roost together in Varhyde? I feel like that's the "Divine Roost" that Irune wanted to get to... and getting there might've allowed her three parts to find that same solace and peace that got squashed previously. Which is precisely why the exact opposite will be happening, apparently.
It was explained in an earlier chapter what the Divine Roost was, even if your guess about what Irune’s after is directionally correct.
I do feel like this is ramping up to transition into the various characters ending up in Edialeigh. Which, again, makes me think we're at a halfway mark at best here.
-I genuinely hope that this is the moment where Kate finally learns that she needs to put a sock in it. You could argue that's hypocritical of me to say considering some of the characters I write, but with Nikki she just gets verbally clapped back at worst and Gene can walk the walk to back up his talking. Kate cannot. It's gotten her and her teammates hurt. This time badly. And we're 30+ chapters in. Character development's gotta happen at some point, right?
-Oh, and Lyle and Dalton get themselves involved, too, for good measure. I expected Dalton to since he's got his army hate boner. But Lyle's supposed to have somewhat better self-preservation skills and he seems to come out of it possibly the worst of the trio. Maybe this is rock bottom for the group?
-Ah, poor Sophia, doubting herself when she's surrounded by a bunch of "My kingdom, right or wrong," types ready to follow orders to the grave. I do believe there was probably some sort of conspiracy going on here. Though I think it's more along the lines of a third-party manipulating both kingdoms into this constant fighting and cycle of having the dragons raze a bunch of territory. Since I vaguely seem to recall at least two Xenoblade games are structured around that sort of thing.
Hey, get out of my sequel planning there. Though yeah, that’s a very old recurring premise in the Xeno series. I can neither confirm nor deny that something to that effect influenced the broader sweep of this present war, but at least in present planning, this story will focus primarily on the immediate actors.
-Yeah, I didn't expect Irune's hope spot to actually mean anything given how the scene with Sophia ended. Impressive that she managed to hurt herself this much, but I suppose flinging yourself at an impregnable door would lead to those results, dragon or not.
Also, I might have been influenced by that sequence from XB3 a tad. Even if that one took more than a day for the imprisoned characters to beat themselves up this badly.
-Sorry, Alvin, you're in the wrong fic for the power of friendship to do anything here. Doesn't tend to work well when PMD fics lean closer to grimdark.
Even if now probably isn’t a good time to try and draw on ‘the power of friendship’ to try and get out of things.
-Lol it's amazing the difference in backstory length between Kate and Dalton. Though now I think we finally have the full story on what's going on with Dalton. Certainly tragic, though he really hasn't done himself any favors in the interim.
A part of that was that it was simply Dalton’s time to blurt things out, but even before any meta reasons, Kate just wasn’t ready to come forward with her full life story since it’s a bit of a sore subject for her.
-Why does this dream give me the feeling that the dragons' fighting is spurned by someone, like that ampharos? And that maybe they're still around in the present, even if it's in a different form.
-Wait, Lacan used the exact same group that lost Irune in the first place? Whyyyyyyyyy wouldn't he be overseeing a personal escort? That just strikes me as extremely boneheaded, given the point in the fic we're at. As if you needed a convenient means for Irune to pull off the escape and this was the only way to make it happen.
Because the same group transports a lot of materiel for the army, so it’s easy to disguise her as just another shipment. Also, not that she’d really know from the inside of a wagon, but it’s unlikely that the Roly-Poly Caravan has as loose a leash as it did the last time for this second go-around.
I can see why you're so enamored with Rebirth. Because I'll admit that this fic gives me the same heavy doses of bitterness Rebirth did in its heyday. Are the Xenoblade games depressing? I thought they were full of anime tropes with British narmy voice acting. But if I'm wrong then perhaps it is for the best I never engage with that source material. 😅
re: Xeno games being depressing: it's a gradient that varies from game to game (and sometimes within the same game in the case of Xenoblade 2 and its DLC), but it’s basically a constant in the series that there will always be a minimum of “that one sequence” in a Xeno game that is basically an exercise in “how’d this get past the rating board?” plus some backstory and/or worldbuilding that gets really grim when you stop and think about it.
I’ll admit that it was actually kinda hard for me to tell whether or not you actually enjoyed catching up with this story, especially in light of your second review’s ending comment. If you’re legitimately not having fun with this story, don’t be afraid to pick up something else that’s a bit more cheery from my portfolio in the future.
Though thanks for calling things as you saw them, and if you do decide to come back in the future, I’ll be keeping an eye out for what you have to say.
Hey, Fobbie. Here for my Blitzly catch-up on Once a Thief, through Chapter 35. And what a run of chapters it is! This feels like the most action-packed set of chapters in the fic thus far. The gang gets captured and split up, Sophia confronts Lacan about what's going on with Operation Spark, Lyle is reunited with Alvin--all good stuff.
Yeah, it took a bit longer than I thought it would to get to this point, but this moment was always intended to happen, and I’m glad that you enjoyed it when it finally came.
I really appreciated Kate during this section. When the other characters are moping are paralyzed--understandably, but still--she's still out there full of sarcastic energy, causing problems and getting everyone into more trouble. Arguably they don't need more trouble at this point, but Kate's antics certainly keep things moving forward when they otherwise might wallow. Her behavior is rarely wise, but you do have to admire her chutzpah. She makes a nice contrast to the rest of the cast, especially in this most recent section.
Oh, don’t worry, there’s still a fair amount of chutzpah lurking within the rest of the cast. They just need a little push to get it to come out again.
I also enjoyed the reveal that Operation Spark is looking to intentionally provoke the Dyad into basically going nulcear with all three dragons going on a rampage, and also that Lacan has been aware of this all along. It makes a lot of sense with the way we've seen the army acting towards Irune thus far--like Lacan says, I guess it doesn't actually matter at all how she feels about her situation or whether she's interested in helping them of her own free will! It also really throws the moral quandary Sophia's been in the entire time into stark relief. I'm rooting for her to do something to put a stop to all this, although her ability to do so seems limited, if Lacan's going to try and keep her away from the actual fighting. I liked how deeply Sophia's been disturbed by what she learned from the letters she read, and how it changes her perspective on Lacan completely. When your best bud of many years is looking to commit war crimes on purpose instead of by accident, oof.
Yeeeeah, she’s going to have “fun” coming to terms with that for a while. Though hold onto those thoughts you’ve been having about Sophia there…
There are some things that bother me about the reveal, specifically. In the first place, did Lacan somehow think Sophia already knew about the true intentions of Operation Spark? If not, why did he send her to read the reports about the incident at Freeden Village, probably one of the weirdest and least pleasant ways for her to learn the truth? If so, why isn't he more put out by her clear horror over the situation? In general, I was surprised that Lacan didn't follow up at all after confirming for Sophia that he knew they were trying to provoke Irune's split. He obviously got the sense that she wasn't totally on board, but Sophia wasn't just not super into it, she was devastated, and I didn't get the sense that she did a super great job of hiding that fact, either. It is entirely possible that Lacan just has the emotional intelligence of a brick and doesn't get why this would be a big deal, and why his casual reveal that he's hoping to wipe out a major city would be disturbing, but it just struck me as odd that after he tells Sophia what's up he doesn't seem to think about the matter much at all afterwards.
The intent is more that it just didn’t occur to him that she’d be unsettled to the point of having an outburst like that, since war is an ugly business and he expected that she’d come to his same calculus that from a “needs of the many” perspective things were justified. Since it’s not particularly hard to steelman a case for “one horrific war crime that ends the war quickly with a clear victory” being a lesser evil if not outright morally justified versus “long, inconclusive bleed that will get more Pokémon killed in a slower and more drawn-out fashion”. Which when the decision-makers in both Varhyde and Edialeigh have siloed themselves out of “sign an armistice and go home” from a combination of past paranoia informed by events and a dash of good old-fashioned hunger for revenge / “we need to win so this never happens again”... yeah. (Which this story has touched on for both Lacan and Siegmund up to this point, and as you’ve gathered, will be a thing dealt with on a recurring basis throughout the rest of the narrative.)
While I didn’t exactly imagine Lacan as having super high emotional intelligence (or more accurately, it’s being hampered by him being hung up with his past traumas and issues in totally healthy and normal™ fashions), I did kinda feel that you were onto something with him underreacting a bit to Sophia freaking out. I made some tweaks to hopefully make it a bit more obvious that he noticed her reaction, but ultimately rationalized his way out of pressing further on it.
I'm not sure I'm 100% tracking with what's going on with Irune's dreams in combination with what we've been learning about the country's history. Best understanding is, last time the three dragons awoke, they inadvertently destroyed Freeden Village. Zekrom ended up siding with Varhyde in the conflict, along with Reshiram, for reasons I don't think have been discussed? This temporarily put Edialeigh into serious retreat, since having their patron fighting against them was obviously terrifying. However, something(?) caused Zekrom to switch sides to Edialeigh again, and the war started up again. I think the dragons ended up killing each other in battle, leading to Irune, but not totally clear on that--I guess there was some other huge battle between the three of them, maybe with Zekrom and Reshiram trying to reconcile, but Kyurem getting in the way of everything for some reason?
Based on Irune's dreams, the dragons had made a pact before where they agreed not to fight each other (and/or fight in the war between the nations?) anymore. And then, for some reason, they go back on that--maybe something to do with the mortal helpers/friends Zekrom and Reshiram have (the charizard/ampharos). I'm curious whether they made a similar resolution before dying, again, and what if anything they might have done to try and ensure they actually wouldn't end up trapped in the cycle of battle again when they reincarnated. It's certainly something that Irune's been preoccupied with the whole time, trying to keep her aspects from splitting up and warring with each other. It's also something that would throw a huge wrench into Operation Spark if it actually works this time!
I realize that we aren't supposed to understand everything about the history or this situation at this point, and more will be revealed later; I just hope I'm not too far off where you're expecting people to be at this point.
Your read’s more or less correct. Those remaining gaps to the story that the audience knows so far are tales for another day in this story, even if there’s a certain subset of readers that likely can get a few general ideas considering who the reigning King of Varhyde at the time of the Nameless Dragon’s last rebirth was, and the not particularly subtle implication that the fate of Freeden Village way back when wasn’t fully accidental.
As for Irune, that’s basically her present goals, yes. As you can surmise, she’s had her hands full recently with trying to realize it while in captivity by the army.
I am kind of intrigued where the other legends might be hanging out at this point--can't remember whether it's been stated what's up with them before. The image of Ho-Oh in Irune's book suggests that the other legends are known, but they don't seem to be around. Did they just take off rather than get involved with the war? Have they not reincarnated for some reason? I don't expect any of them to matter for the resolution of the plot, but the book got me thinking about it.
More like the ones that got involved in the war wound up getting killed off. As for what will become of them upon their own rebirths, that’s most likely going to remain firmly outside the scope of this story beyond some idle theorizing by characters or maybe a background acknowledgement that there’s a snipe hunt for a weird Wingull there’s other normal and not at all unhinged plans for “we can defeat those Edialeighers/Varhyders with this one trick” laying around in the background on one or the other end of the Sundered Sea. But Irune is the one that this story cares about by virtue of the one that’s actually being on the threshold of being reborn with everything that would potentially entail.
But enough about Irune and all the Lore going on there! While being transported against her will to her presumed death and also probably the deaths of thousands of other mon is pretty bad, Lyle and the gang are also staring down likely-death with the added twist that basically all of their superiors hate them.
I'm not mad about the gang getting captured, and having them evade the army after all the problems laid out by Lyle and Dalton when trying to plan their route would probably have gotten a bit difficult to believe. I am rooting for them to end up at the Divine Roost at some point, still; I'm intrigued by what Irune's hoping to find there that might put an end to the endless war between her aspects. And the others can have a little treasure, too, as a treat. :P
Well, I’ll let you see how things wind up playing out with them, other than that the Divine Roost didn’t get built up all this time in the story only to not be relevant later on. What the journey from here looks like, I’ll be gradually revealing in the second half of this story.
I was surprised that Kate didn't seem to be in any pain during her discussion with Dalton, aside from a couple mentions of her claws hurting. It sounded like she took some pretty nasty damage at the end of the fight, like a broken rib or something? I was surprised she didn't even seem to have any generalized aches and pains, much less whatever that was, after she woke up in custody.
Yeah, that’s an oversight on my part, since she did indeed get a broken rib or two out of it. I went and edited in a bit more acknowledgement of it hurting for her to move around and undergo exertion in that conversation scene.
And finally, Alvin's back! I've been awaiting the payoff of this subplot for a long while, so while we haven't seen much of him yet, I'm excited for what's to come. It was very sweet that he doesn't blame Lyle for leaving him behind to get captured, although Lyle sensed that not all was well there. I'm hoping for complicated feelings on both sides!
On a small note about prose, one thing I did notice quite a bit of in this section was the use of filter words--things like "Lyle saw X" or "Lyle felt X." These sorts of phrasings tend to create a sense of distance from the POV character, e.g. "Lyle felt a claw stab into his back" is a less immediate and visceral description than "A claw stabbed into Lyle's back." There's nothing wrong with that sort of construction as such, but you might want to consider if there's a reason to prefer the more indirect version, where we're told about a character perceiving a thing happening, over the more straightforward description of something happening to them.
Yeeeeeeah, I can see what you mean there. I think that I’ll leave addressing that for successive passes based on others’ feedback, but I at least made an attempt to heavily filter (har har) said phrases out in today’s chapter.
All in all, this has been one of the most enjoyable parts of the fic thus far for me. It feels like the various plot threads are starting to pay off and converge, which is always a satisfying part of the story. Perhaps not too terribly much more of this fic to go? I wasn't expecting everyone to end up captured, and I don't really have a good gauge of where things are going from here, so it's hard for me to guess!
Barring a huge shakeup of the story and its planning, we’re about halfway through it. What that implies, I’ll leave it for you to decide.
Though thanks for the review! It’s always a pleasure seeing you come back to this story, and I hope that this year’s updates will be as enjoyable for you as the rest of the story up to this point.
And that’s it for now. And with that, let’s get this thing moving again with a new chapter, and the start of a new episode in this tale…
Der Generalstabsdienst und Eure Majestät, König Siegmund von Wahrheit, sind sich wohl bewusst, dass alle Ebenen der Armee des Königreichs von Ideale die Teilnahme am Gefangenenaustausch seit über einem Monat abrupt eingestellt haben (Stand: Versand dieses Schreibens). Wir gehen davon aus, dass dies mit einen kürzlichen Vorfall zusammenhängt, bei dem die strategische Planung der intern als „Operation Zündfunke“ bezeichneten Kriegsvorbereitungen durch Agenten des Königreichs von Ideale kompromittiert wurde. Der Generalstabsdienst geht davon aus, dass die kompromittierten Informationen bis in die höchsten Führungsebenen weitergeleitet wurden, da dieses Verhalten eine koordinierte Reaktion auf Geheiß des Königs und der Krone von Ideale zu sein scheint.
Warum sie selbst aus einer Position der Schwäche heraus so überstürzt reagieren, ist Gegenstand einer internen Untersuchung, um festzustellen, welche Details der Operation Zündfunke kompromittiert wurden. In der Zwischenzeit verfügte König Siegmund gemäß den Regeln und Gesetzen des Krieges, die Unsere Göttin, die Drachin des Wahren Weißes, vor Jahrhunderten im Rahmen des Drachenpakts mitkodifiziert hatte, dass eine Antwort auf Ideales Provokationen angemessen sei.
Mit sofortiger Wirkung ist es Heerespolitik, dass für jeden Soldaten der Armee Seiner Majestät, der sich derzeit in Idealer Gefangenschaft befindet, zwei gefangene Soldaten oder Partisanen unter Ihrer Obhut über das Meer zurück ins Königreich von Wahrheit transportiert werden. Sie haben alle zuständigen Untergebenen im Feld oder Angehörige der Feldgendarmerie, die die besetzten Gebiete beaufsichtigen, anzuweisen, den Erlass des Königs umzusetzen und so viele Gefangene wie möglich auf jedem Schiff zu transportieren, dessen Platz nicht durch dringendere Kriegsbedürfnisse belegt ist.
Als Vollstrecker des Willens des Königs und der Wahrheit ist es Ihre Pflicht, Ihre Befehle nach besten Kräften auszuführen. Der König hat angeordnet, dass diese Vorgehensweise bis auf Weiteres konsequent verfolgt wird, da es sein Wunsch ist, dass die Pokémon, die seine Untertanen in Elend stürzen, dasselbe Schicksal erleiden, das sie ihnen aufzwingen. Diesem Schreiben ist eine Liste bevorzugter Hintergründe für Gefangene beigefügt, die für den Transport zurück nach Wahrheit ausgewählt werden. Bitte konsultieren Sie die beigefügte Liste der Herkunftsprovinzen und Profile bei der Auswahl der Transportkandidaten.
- Offizielle Weisung des Amtes des Wahrheitsgeneralstabes an alle aktiv eingesetzten Offiziere im Generalstab
Lyle learned a surprisingly large number of things after shambling out of the barracks that morning with the other soldiers in the penal unit—partly from Alvin explaining things to him, and partly from the constant stream of loud, snarling orders that quickly shook him out of whatever morning lethargy he had.
He learned that the reason why he hadn’t seen Kate and Dalton was because they’d been put in the brig overnight and assigned to another group in the penal unit as punishment. He discovered it was unbearable to rear up onto his hindquarters for more than a few moments at a time thanks to his stitched-up belly, let alone trying to walk upright on it. There was apparently a morning assembly every day at halb sieben₁, a godsforsaken hour that was still dark at this time of year with only the barest hints of morning daylight and his and other soldiers’ fire for illumination. He also learned that morning assemblies were held in that courtyard where Evlis had torn his stomach open the day before, and that not showing up for them was inadvisable for normal soldiers, and a potential matter of life and limb for conscripted criminals like them.
Much to the Quilava’s surprise, when he reached the courtyard, he found that it was already fairly full, and that most of the soldiers present weren’t wearing mostly gray scarves with their armor like he was. The bulk of the Pokémon there wore the normal patterns expected of soldiers. A Clefable, a Skarmory, an Emboar… all of whom looked far stronger than the Pokémon who’d been pulled from the wagon alongside him the other day. A few of them shot dirty glares after them and the other Pokémon from their barracks marched past, including a Mabostiff let out a passing snarl after him. He quickened his pace after that, and after making it a bit further down the gathering, cast a worried glance over at Alvin.
“Alvin, why are normal soldiers here?” he whispered.
“Assembly points are given out based on where units are planned to report to after being deployed,” the Marowak explained. “Everyone here is scheduled to be part of some Jägersregiment₂ under the command of Armeekorps₃ Chi, so I guess they want us training with each other.”
… ‘Armeekorps Chi’? Lyle admittedly wasn’t super familiar with all the army’s units outside the ones his father had served—part of Armeekorps Rho from what he remembered—but he could’ve sworn hearing in gossip around the time he’d gone into field work that Armeekorps Chi just didn’t exist anymore. It was supposed to have been destroyed in Edialeigh a couple years back and its survivors were last known to be doing penal labor deep in the interior of that faraway land.
Lyle’s vents simmered and he felt a lump go down his throat. If this base happened to have a Latios shrine tucked away in a corner somewhere, he sure wouldn’t have minded going past it right about now. Since getting pressed into an army like that surely had to be some sort of omen…
“For gods’ sake, why on earth do we have to put up with the rest of these green-plated dweebs?” a growling voice grumbled. “They could at least put us at the back with the ‘mons that have something passing for competence!”
Lyle turned his head and noticed that there was a Krookodile, who was slouching and grumbling amid a small group of Pokémon wearing orange scarves, each marked with what looked like six white crystals arranged in a radial pattern. The lot of them wore hodgepodge armor which beyond some green segments here and there had clearly been sourced on their own, with a Garchomp among them who wore a few segments that looked like they were made out-and-out plate metal.
He turned his head back and quickly saw that the Krookodile seemed to be onto something. The Pokémon towards the rear of the assembly were generally bigger and stronger, and stood up at attention. And the strangers’ group aside, the Pokémon generally grew smaller and visibly less experienced as they carried on. And less alert, too. There was a Thwackey who visibly swayed on his feet with eyes that looked glazed-over. A scraggly-looking Luxio who looked like she had stumbled out of a refugee camp and had a set of armor unceremoniously thrown on her. And then there was a Floatzel who was stiff and visibly on pins and needles with his floatation sac puffed up. One who briefly glanced at him, before stopping as a moment of confusion came over the soldier’s face as he faltered and a flash of recognition came over the Quilava.
“Wait, Nils-?”
“You there, get moving!”
Lyle snapped to attention as something shoved him from behind, where there was a Golem, glowering down with a sharp scowl.
“This isn’t your place, scum. You penal unit ‘mons assemble at the front.”
He stumbled forward blindly as Alvin came back and tugged him along. He briefly glanced over his shoulder towards where he saw the Floatzel, but the Water-type’s attention was now fixed firmly ahead. Lyle turned his own attention forward and carried on, every hurried step forward feeling like needles were stabbing him in his gut, as Alvin looked back at him.
“Just keep your head down and try not to draw attention to yourself. I dunno what dead god happened to cut us a break, but we wound up in the same Rotte as each other, so our spots are right over here.”
The Marowak led him towards a group of Pokémon bunched up at the front, as it dawned on Lyle that the circles on the ground from the other day were back, just spaced noticeably closer to each other. Everyone there was wearing the same scarves as him, most with one solitary white chevron, but Lyle thought he saw a couple conscripts with more of them here and there. There were a couple faces he vaguely recognized from the night in Waterhead Cave: a Thievul, an Arbok, along with a lot of strangers.
Everyone was standing up rigidly at attention as a brief glance over his surroundings revealed there were lingering injuries on some of the Pokémon around him. Lyle quietly set his teeth on edge after seeing some of them: there was that Linoone from yesterday with bandages about his head, a Trumbeak who was holding out a wing stiff and injured at her side… Between them and his stomach wound, just what was a cheap set of cloth armor supposed to let them accomplish on a battlefield?
“Gods, they seriously expect us to fight like this?”
He turned his head and tried to search for any other familiar faces in the crowd, except it was hard to see much of anything on all fours when even a Bonsly’s body would’ve blocked his view. He tried to rear up and immediately regretted it as the pain came roaring back.
He sucked in uneasy breaths as Alvin stooped and tried to help steady him. The Marowak suddenly lifted his eyes and his grip on his club slackened briefly as he looked off somewhere to the left before pointing with his free hand.
“Wait, Lyle. I think I see Kate. And that Helio-”
“Ach-tung!”ᴰ¹
Lyle saw everyone around him suddenly straighten up. Alvin briefly glanced off towards rightwards as his eyes widened, before the Marowak threw out a hand and sharply dragged him up. Lyle’s vents poured fire as he felt stabbing pain through his stomach as he choked back a yelp.
“Alvin?! What are you-?!”
The Marowak motioned for silence before pointing off ahead and off to his right. Lyle felt Alvin hook an arm under his shoulder as he leaned against him for support, and he saw a few other Pokémon in the crowd similarly forcing themselves to stand up.
The reason was apparent when he looked after where Alvin was pointing off. There was a hulking… thing that looked like a mound of armor plates with bits of teal and silver showing which floated over the crowd. It came to a stop at the front as it lowered itself down, before jerking down a quartet of limbs with. There was a scarf wrapped around its left foreleg that looked like the one that Lacan wore, just with one fewer chevron underneath.
The pieces slowly came together in Lyle’s head: this was a Metagross. A rare and strong Pokémon that were supposed to be downright terrors as soldiers, and this one hadn’t evolved prematurely from being in Mystery Dungeons for too long judging from the Stabsoffizier blue on his scarf. Lyle dutifully avoided eye contact as the Metagross went along for a moment, letting his piercing red eyes run over the gathering. The Steel-type eventually stopped before closing his eyes and letting his voice come out in a low, very unpleased-sounding mutter.
“Meine Güte, das soll die Verstärkung für das Armeekorps Chi sein? Hätten sie uns wenigstens mehr Artilleriegeschütze geben können!”ᴰ²
Lyle just barely made out the Metagross grumbling, before the Steel-type let out a metallic hiss and looked out over them with a stern frown. It dawned on him that the Metagross didn’t seem to be looking at him and the other gray-scarved soldiers in the front, but further past them.
“Good morning, everybody. For those of you who reported to base just yesterday, I’m Major Vanderkam, the Pokémon in charge here, so do pay attention,” he said. “Something big has happened and we’ve received mobilization orders from the crown itself to prepare for deployment pending orders by Armeekorps Chi, with your expected sail date being in one week, or whenever the ships are ready and the orders reach my desk.”
Sudden outcries broke out from around the crowd as Lyle felt the blood rush out his face and his head starting to grow faint. A week? He thought that new conscripts were supposed to get a month of training before deployment! Much of the Pokémon around him were similarly taken aback, as were much of the white-scarves that were nearby them. Curiously, the more experienced Pokémon towards the back that seemed to be protesting the loudest, especially those strangers in the orange-and-white scarves.
“Who the hell came up with this scheduling?!” a Drapion protested. “That’s right in the middle of the Autumn Festival!”
Lyle blinked. He’d almost forgotten that the Autumn Festival was set to begin right around this time this year. The general mood towards the back turned surly and churlish, only to abruptly quiet down from a low growl at the front, where this ‘Vanderkam’ was leveling a piercing glare and leveling a raised claw off at the Drapion.
“His Highness’ Generalstab,” the Metagross snarled back. If you have a problem with it, you can bring up the terms of your contract with them, sellclaw.”
There was a brief moment’s silence as the Metagross and the Drapion locked eyes, with a whole bunch of others in those mercenary colors doing the same. The Garchomp turned his own gaze towards the Metagross, and took a few steps forward. For a moment, Lyle thought things were going to come to blows when he saw movement from the edges of the courtyard—snipers in army greens scowling down, and not weak ones either. The Garchomp motioned for a stop, but didn’t break his glare. At the same time, the dragon didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what that was all about, when Lyle felt a brief tremor under his arm and saw that Alvin’s own eyes were visibly widened as a lump went down the Marowak’s throat. Just in time for Vanderkam to speak up again from the front.
“As such, until further notice, all units will be prioritizing combat readiness. Armeekorps Chi will be joining the frontlines against those Edialeigher dogs, and whatever exercises you do before boarding your transports may be your last opportunity to practice before engaging the enemy. We will begin with a march from base to the docks in Port Velhen, and follow up with combat exercises afterwards,” the Metagross said. “The fleet with your transports is expected to come into port in an hour. As normal for days with exercises, mealtimes coinciding with their normal intervals will consist of rations given out at training sites. Rec time will be granted at the discretion of your commanding officers as time permits, but it is not a priority with the present state of affairs.”
Worried murmurs mixed with sullen grumbles floated about in the air from behind Lyle. He knew that they hadn’t exactly received good news right now, but shouldn’t there still be more? Shouldn’t Major Vanderkam be telling them about why they were needed for deployment so soon?
He looked back at the Vanderkam, expecting that the Major would continue on, only for the Metagross to shake his head with a low harrumph.
“That is all for now. Enlisted, assemble at the gate for further briefing. Those of you from the Six Star Company will receive your briefing from your Gemeinweibel as in accordance with your contract as Landsknechte₄ with His Majesty’s Army.”
For the first time, Vanderkam shifted his gaze from where he stood. The Metagross’ expression visibly sharpened, as he loudly stomped a foot, before speaking up in a tone that didn’t even try to hide its dripping contempt.
“And those of you who entered your service for correctional purposes will receive their instructions here from Hauptmann Evlis after my departure.”
Lyle’s breath caught in his throat as Alvin’s grip slackened. He dropped back to all fours, panting both from the pain in his abdomen and from knowing that that Noivern was going to be back. Those soldiers who’d been watching them hadn’t done anything to reel Evlis in yesterday, so what if he saw him again? Would he recognize him from the day before?
There were departing footsteps and from behind and noticed that the balconies had been thinned of soldiers. Maybe if he just stayed close to the ground like this-
KREEEEEEE!
Lyle’s blood ran cold as that screech split the air. To his side, Alvin clutched at his bone, and everyone else visibly stiffened up. He only briefly caught a glimpse of Evlis flying over the group and lost sight of the Noivern as he dropped down to settle to a stop at the front. Slowing wingbeats pricked his ears, when a loud, snarling voice came from the head of the assembly.
“You’re not here to bunch up as a group of lovebirds,” Evlis spat. “Spread out so that I can see you!”
Lyle froze in place as the Pokémon around him started to scatter. He did likewise, turning as Alvin left him and shuffled to the side before standing up straight and at attention. A quick glance around revealed the others were filing into a rough grid with gaps in between them like the day before.
The Quilava stood there, his mind blank out of fear as the Noivern started to scan around when he saw a gap in the formation to his left. He wasted no time at all in shambling over as fast as his legs and the pain in his stomach would let him before the Noivern’s eyes fell on him.
Lyle looked forward, panting, his eyes fixed on the plates of the conscripts ahead of them, some like a Tranquill a little ways over visibly shivering under their armor. To his right, he saw Alvin standing up at attention, while off to the left, on the other end of the field, he caught a brief glimpse of a Heliolisk’s tail and a Sneasel’s ear feather amid the mass of plated bodies.
… Was that Kate and Dalton?
He tried to get a better look, only to freeze as he noticed the Noivern making the rounds a few Pokémon off to the right with a withering scowl.
“Hrmph, I can’t tell whether or not there were more of you fresh meat brought in the other day than I remembered, or if you all have just been this sorry and pathetic the whole time.”
There was movement from the back of the group along with a set of sharp yelps. Lyle craned his head back, where a few white-scarved soldiers at the very rear who hadn’t left for some reason were turning their heads as a small group came in and shoved a few green lumps onto the empty ground in between his group and the one on the other side of the grounds. He saw it was a small group of Pokémon with a Hitmonlee at the front—probably from the barracks from their scarves—groaning and not particularly lucid. Evlis’ face visibly fell as he saw them, as he stomped over and flared his wings with a sharp snarl.
“And I see that some of you lazy bastards didn’t get the message about attendance. In case any of you idiots needs it beaten into your heads,” the Noivern spat. “I don’t care if you’re tired, hungry, bleeding, or if you were in the middle of taking a dump. As long as you are in this army and can physically stand, the minimum expectations are that you will follow orders and show up when summoned.”
The Noivern’s eyes fell on the Hitmonlee from the group, as he spat a ray of blue dragonfire at the Fighting-type. The Hitmonlee cried out and slumped forward, as the Hauptmann flashed his fangs with a sharp bellow.
“If nothing else, I’d have expected you useless idiots to be able to stand up straight during assembly!”
There was sharp cry from the back when Lyle suddenly saw a few Pokémon in the crowd who were hunched over or slouching suddenly straightening up. When he followed their gazes, he saw why: Evlis was turning and sizing them up. Lyle’s own eyes briefly widened as he saw that the Noivern was making his way back to the front on a path running straight past him.
The Quilava lost his nerve after that and threw himself up onto his feet. He fought back a cry from the stabbing pain under his plackart, but he desperately kept himself upright as the footsteps drew closer and closer. He stiffened up and his mind went blank as they stopped just beside him and he saw Evlis’ body fill the corner of his vision. The Noivern lingered briefly, before continuing on, when Lyle felt something heavy and blunt smack against his side.
Lyle lost his footing and fell to the ground with a sharp yelp. He pulled himself up from the ground, watching the Noivern continue on with his tail swaying back and forth. Much to Lyle’s surprise, there was another set of footsteps as he turned to see a Mabosstiff in army plates and a scarf that looked like Vanderkam’s but without the blue crystal making heris way forward, with similar figures elsewhere in the gathering doing much the same.
He shakily reared up again, when scales grabbed onto his forepaws. He briefly saw Alvin helping him back onto his feet, before hurrying back to his place in the crowd. Lyle looked after him briefly, before letting his attention drift off towards the front where Evlis was. There, on the platform that Vanderkam had used for his address, he saw the Mabosstiff had joined a Electabuzz, a Conkeldurr, and a Pidgeot at the front, who looked out over the crowd with piercing glares. Evlis joined in alongside them, as the Noivern jumped up and beat his wings, scowling down over Lyle and the unfortunates around him.
“For you new and dense types, these are your Leutnante₅. They’re your babysitters from the front and for days when I have better things to do than see your ugly faces all day, while the Feldgendarmen₆ do their job from the rear,” the Noivern explained. Today’s exercises will take us outside the base for most of the day, so unless you feel like getting an object lesson in their tender mercies, stay on your toes and don’t fall behind.”
Lyle gulped at the mention of ‘Feldgendarmen’. Even before he joined the Foehn Gang, all of the stories he’d heard about them around his hometown had been spoken with in hushed tones full of dread. It was their job to ‘maintain unit discipline and prevent routing’, which was a lofty and high-minded way of saying ‘picking off would-be deserters’.
When normal Pokémon spoke of there being Pokémon from the Feldgendarmerie embedded to watch over their unit, it was usually a sign that something had gone horribly wrong. That either the army’s lines had collapsed entirely and they’d caught up with Pokémon who normally hung towards the rear, or that morale was so bad and that things were so desperate that the blunt threat of violence to stay in line was deemed less damaging and dangerous than what would happen if the soldiers they were watching over were allowed to cut and run.
It was after he joined the Foehn Gang that he learned that Outlaws conscripted into the army could expect to have such Pokémon constantly breathing down their necks. Which from the Pokémon all around him, he supposed was a sign that they weren’t expected to be particularly motivated fighters. Or to last particularly long in battle, for that matter.
He briefly flinched after seeing a shadow fall over him. That damned Noivern again, who was now flying to the rear of the assembly where the Feldgendarmen were. The entire assembly turned to face him, as he bared his fangs and raised his voice with a sharp bark.
“Alright, scum, we’ll be opening our exercises with a mobilization drill,” the Noivern said. “The ships you’ll be sailing off on are already starting to pull into port and the Major wants us to drill to be able to board them within the top of the hour. This unit will be one of the first to see combat across the sea, and as such, our turn in the drill will come first.”
The Hauptmann looked past them with his torn ear and dead eye, before giving out a sharp cry that split the air.
“Leutnante! Give these sorry Miststücke their marching orders and get them moving!” he barked. “I wanted them in front of those ships five minutes ago!”
The pain in his stomach proved too much as Lyle fell to all fours again. He saw the Pokémon around them moving into clusters as shouted orders to “fall in” rang out in the air. Lyle looked at the ground blankly as his mind began to space out. How was he supposed to make it through today when just this assembly had been torture to get through?
There was a tug at his shoulder, and glanced up. It was Alvin looking down at him, the Marowak’s bony face visibly tense and worried.
“Try to pace yourself,” Alvin insisted. “If you need help, just let me know, alright? Things will go easier as long as we’re there to look out for each other.”
Lyle didn’t know if that would be close to enough. But he supposed it was all that he could hope for right now.
The march from the army base down to Port Velhen wasn’t quite like anything that Dalton had ever experienced, with his body weighed down with armor whose plates felt a little too loose for him even after putting them on. The entire time, everyone marched in formation much like he’d remembered seeing soldiers do in parades when he was younger. Except those soldiers all seemed at attention for their marches, while he and his fellow conscripts, and even many of the less experienced soldiers from the normal units went along looking more like a disorganized rabble. Not that it was really fair to expect better when he was still fighting to keep his eyes open from getting dragged out of that cell while Kate would falter and grimace in pain every now and then as she marched.
The surroundings were just as depressing as Dalton remembered the area around Port Velhen being. The same almost terrace-like bluffs that cascaded down toward the sea—supposedly formed when the land had been dragged down toward the Sundered Sea during the Great Flash—were still there. So were the meager fields that covered them in between patches of forest and open plains which had been mostly given over to cultivating Seeds and Apricorns for the war effort. The refugee camp just outside the town’s gates that had sprung up around the local Bildstöcke to Reshiram—surely rebuilt considering what had happened to this place during the last Edialeigher occupation—hadn’t gone anywhere. There was a wagon there that was distributing parcels from the local food dole with Pokémon lined up to claim them today, which he didn’t think he’d ever seen happening anywhere near as regularly at other refugee camps. A few of the Pokémon there glanced over as they passed and somehow in spite of their meager circumstances, managed to find it in themselves to scowl and glare at them.
Port Velhen itself wasn’t much better. The scaffolding along the town’s walls was gone, a sign the repairs had been going on the last time he was here were now finished, but that was about the only improvement that immediately stood out to him after entering the gate. The towering, tapering keep in the center that was supposed to watch over the seaside town was still gutted past the first couple floors from the ground. The streets were lined with the same ramshackle collection of hovels fashioned from a mixture of scraps and scarred stone buildings that hadn’t ever been fully rebuilt seven years after Port Velhen was retaken from the last Edialeigher armies in Varhyde.
Dalton carried on, one step after the other, as Pokémon looked on from the sidelines and from battered windows and shopfronts. The Heliolisk noticed a few of their expressions turn sour as the penal units passed, as he looked down at the gray scarf about his neck with a low sigh.
“Never thought I’d be back here again. Especially like this…”
A chilly nudge at his shoulder reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He tilted his head, where Kate shot him a puzzled frown, before motioning off overhead.
“What, not into holidays or something?” she asked.
Dalton gaped up, as he spotted blue-and-white banners and pennants overhead crossing the street, while further down it, there was a wooden stage being set up. He supposed that the town preparing for festivities did make it feel a bit more upbeat than normal, even if it didn’t reflect in the somber mood of the Pokémon all around them. The general dour mood seemed to carry over to the Pokémon on the edges of the street, including with a Nidorino in green plates and a more normal white-scarf in front of a scruffy-looking hole in the wall right along the street staffed by a Shuckle.
“Well aren’t you boys looking festive for the Autumn Festival?” the Shuckle asked. “Nothing that a shot of Drive never couldn’t fix-”
“Just shut up and give me the usual flask, Potts,” the Nidorino snapped. “I don’t need to deal with this crap when we’re shipping out in a week.”
Dalton turned his head as they passed as he watched the Shuckle lumbering off and rooting behind the counter. How on earth had he missed that place in the past? Even if Port Velhen had seen its better days, he was surprised to see someone hawking berry syrup this openly. In the middle of preparations for the Autumn Festival, no less.
He felt a nudge at his shoulder just above his right arm’s splint, where Kate was glancing at him with a hushed whisper as they continued walking along.
“Psst, Scales, aren’t those ‘mons not in penal units like us?” she asked. “Who pissed on their Gummis?”
“I mean, I can’t imagine knowing we’re about to be deployed right before a big holiday would do wonders for their mood,” Dalton said.
“Wouldn’t that be all the more reason to get plastered beforehand?” Kate insisted. “The Autumn Festival starts in three days.”
… That did feel strange now that Dalton thought about it. He knew that morale hadn’t exactly been great in the army for a while now, but when there was bad news to be delivered like that back home, it wasn’t uncommon for the townsfolk or Pokémon from the local garrison to at least try to soften the blow by trying to organize a festive gathering or the like. Why, with the way the Pokémon had reacted in the morning assembly, it felt like things were already halfway there to a mutiny!
“Ugh, I knew we shouldn’t have relied on that gecko’s Exploration Team to help us get those songs together.”
Dalton turned his head after hearing a sharp sigh to his left. He looked and saw that they were passing the stage, along with a pair of Toxtricity–one blue-frilled and visibly frowning, one yellow with his brow cocked puzzledly.
“Why’s, Aimee?” the yellow-frilled Toxtricity asked. “Like yeah, I get that the songs are old, but those rooks didn’t steer us wrong with the last ones they set us up with to perform.”
“Because there’s no way these will fit with the melody they provided us! I mean, just look at these opening stanzas they expect us to sing!”
Dalton blinked. Hunters? Providing songs for musicians? He couldn’t say he’d ever heard of them doing that in the past.
The Heliolisk slowed his pace and drifted off towards the edge of the group as the blue Toxtricity passed a sheet to her counterpart, just in time to see the yellow Toxtricity scan the sheet in front of his face.
“‘Not even a distant land, we’re stuck on a whole different planet. No peace lookin' at the sky, trouble's always all around so we stay quick with the guns and cannons’...” the yellow Toxtricity mused to himself, before shooting an askew glance. “Wait, that’s what you’re worried about? Since I’m pretty sure I already have an idea of how to make something of it.””
Dalton couldn’t help but frown from the side. Was that really a song? Since he couldn’t even begin to imagine how a ‘mon would begin to make that into a coherent-
There was a sudden, sharp jolt of pain from his right arm, as he looked down to see long, metallic claws grabbing it. He briefly flared his frill, and looked down to see an Excadrill in army plates growling at him.
“Du da! Leg ‘nen Zahn zu!”ᴰ³
Dalton glanced back down the street and saw that Kate was a few Pokémon ahead of him now. He hurried along down after the Excadrill shoved him along. The Heliolisk frantically took off running until he closed the gap and returned to his place, Kate helping to pull him into position as he tried to even out his pace, still panting from his encounter.
“You alright there, Scales?” she whispered.
“Could be better,” he murmured. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected the Feldgendarmerie to just be okay with us getting distracted.”
“I was talking more about your arm,” she said. “That bastard looked like he yanked it hard, is it okay?”
Dalton glanced back at his splinted arm and pawed at it. It still hurt when he brushed up against it, but the pain wasn’t as sharp as he remembered it being before getting thrown into that wagon the other day…
“Column left march!”
A quick glance around revealed they were now in the middle of an intersection, and the ramshackle houses and shopfronts replaced with what looked like warehouses and workshops. Dalton turned in place on his right foot and put his left foot forward, as he remembered seeing Dieter doing in his march out from their hometown with his unit, and was one of the few Pokémon around him to do so properly. Most of the others like Kate hastily attempted to mimic the change of direction from those who hadn’t retained the marching orders they’d been briefly drilled over before leaving.
As they moved along in their direction, the smell of sea salt pricked the Heliolisk’s nostrils, before he saw sails poking up in the distance, while up ahead was a walled compound with an open gate leading up to it—the local garrison and keep. There were a few scattered soldiers around in it, who mostly shot them contemptuous glares as they passed. A call for ‘Column right march’, and they were changing direction again and headed for another gate.
The splash of waves breaking against stone reached Dalton’s ears before they cut across the yard and passed another gate into another place filled with warehouses. When they emerged, the path took them rightwards again and he saw that they were walking along some sort of moat fashioned from an enclosed harbor over to seawalls overlooking sets of docks. There was a bridge that went down in steps over it that had been left curiously bereft. Ones clad in white as respectable soldiers who weren’t in a penal unit like them would be.
“Achtung!”
The Conkeldurr Leutnant at the front of the group bellowed out for a stop as the Pokémon in his group slowed to a stop. Off up ahead due south, there were the docks. Three ships were docked there, with wooden hulls lined with metal plates and outriggers to the left and right for stability and platforms and netting along them for Pokémon to clamber along and fight on. They were of the typical design that warships on both sides of the Sundered Sea were normally built with—supposedly based on designs humans had developed shortly before the Great Flash happened.
In the foreground was a crowd of Pokémon gathered along it on both sides of the approach leading up to the stairs, and all along the walls of the moat. Most of them looked like normal townsfolk, but there were a lot of armored Pokémon present, who were largely making their way up the docks and onto the decks of the ships.
“Wait, a minute, the ‘Woglinde’? I thought that thing burned and sank at sea.”
“It did. They must’ve built a second one, since that hull and cladding looks way nice to have been salvaged.”
Dalton stiffened up after hearing the scoffing grunts coming from somewhere off behind him among the Feldgendarmen. That certainly was less-than-reassuring to know. When he squinted off at the ships down at the docks, sure enough, there were runes on the bow of the left-most one that really did say ‘Woglinde’ on it. And the next ones over had runes on them which read ‘Wellgunde’ and ‘Floßhilde’, respectively.
His heart pounded in his chest as he thought that the army might already be deploying them right here and now, only for Kate to give a nudge at his shoulders and give a worried glance.
“Scales, why do all those Pokémon look so riled up right now?”
Dalton turned his head off towards the crowd and noticed that Kate was onto something. There were Grünhäuter posted here and there in the crowd drawing the attention of the Pokémon nearby off to the ships, and the crowd’s demeanor was all wrong for a farewell. Normally there’d be well-wishers mixed with anxious or sad faces watching their loved ones depart, but every face today looked sullen or fierce.
Like the faces of the hecklers who’d watched them getting dragged into that wagon back in Newangle City.
The sound of heavy wingbeats rang out overhead as a violet and black blur came to a flapping stop ahead at the edge of the sea wall, before turning back with a toothy scowl.
“Twenty-five minutes. Pathetic,” the Noivern spat. “If you all had to board these ships under fire, half of you would’ve gotten picked off or sucked up by Apricorn shot at that rate.”
Surely the army wouldn’t have expected them to just march without doing anything while under fire. There were a few sullen frowns and quiet grumbles among the group, including from Kate, as she folded her arms with a sharp harrumph.
“Gee, whose brilliant idea was it to march us past all the fun stuff set up for the Autumn Festival on empty stomachs?” she muttered.
“What was that? I could’ve sworn that I just heard one of you worthless little twerps whining about the Autumn Festival.”
Dalton whirled his head back towards the front as Evlis with scanned the crowd with his dead eye and missing ear. From the corner of his vision, Dalton could see Kate had gone stiff as a board, her ears pinned and fur bristling with gritted teeth and eyes that looked like saucers.
That beating the other day must have really shaken her, since she looked almost the same as she did yesterday when he was pulling her to safety. Evlis’ glare had a chilling effect over the rest of the conscripts around them, as the chatter abruptly died down, and everywhere the Noivern’s eyes fell, the Pokémon under his gaze would stand up just a little straighter.
Things quieted down to the point where the only sounds were the winds and the waves, mixed in with the distant rumble of the crowd and the clatter of slowly moving wagons somewhere behind them. Evlis’ eyes drifted towards them and lingered on them, as Dalton fought back frightened static on his body. He expected a gout of dragonfire to sail in, but the bat didn’t budge beyond giving a sharp huff.
“Well, newsflash for you all, we’re on full alert right now,” he snarled. “If normal soldiers like me aren’t getting a chance to go and get drunk off our asses before deployment, you scum sure as hell aren’t either.”
Dalton supposed that answered the question of why the mood around the army base had been so sullen and tense. But ‘full alert’? When the Rothäuter would be too busy trying to push back armies like Armeekorps Chi to justify pulling their ships away from trying to intercept incoming ones from Varhyde in the Sundered Sea? How on earth would that not demoralize any soldiers present here when this could very well be the last Autumn Festival they’d ever get to enjoy? What on earth was going on west of the sea that would justify that?
A part of him suspected that he already knew the answer given what he and the rest of Team Forager had overheard in the Möbius. The Noivern Hauptmann, even if he knew, didn’t look like he was particularly in the mood to explain, either. He turned his gaze off towards the pier where the Woglinde was docked, as a malicious sneer crept over his face.
“Though that’s not to say there’s no entertainment for you all before leaving. There’s some walking up for you right now.”
The sound of the crowd suddenly swelled with a chorus of snarls and jeers. At once, Pokémon from the surrounding conscripts turned and massed along the railing to the seawall, shoving Dalton forward. He steadied himself as he almost fell over into the water, and looked right, where there off at the gate they came from, there were Pullers making their way in one after the other, tugging box-like wagons.
Just like the one that transported them from Newangle City.
And then the snarling and jeering started coming from around them. He saw Kate slipping up beside him, her ears pinned back and her face visibly grimacing as he looked over onto the bridge and saw them:
A line of Pokémon in black scarves, being marched up in a shambling procession up the stairs over the moat leading to the keep under the watch and barking orders of the green-plated Pokémon from earlier. A violet and teal horse with a snapped horn on its forehead, a Mienfoo with a torn ear, a Sealeo that was less “walking” than being dragged along ensnared in a net.
It instantly occurred to him who these Pokémon were: they were prisoners who’d been captured from the other side of the sea.
Mother and father had always forbidden him and Dieter from going to any army processions that they knew would have prisoners in them—“they always bring out the worst in everyone involved”—they’d always said. This particular procession looked like it was hardly any different as a few of the black-scarved Pokémon’s cries were clear enough to make out. The Heliolisk’s attention drifted towards the bridge where the steps evened out for the final approach to the keep and garrison’s courtyard. A Pignite crossed the threshold, then a Bayleef, and finally, there was a Croconaw with a rope muzzle that hunched over and gagged, before shambling for the side of the bridge.
“H-Hurgh… w-wait! I-I need to-!”
“Get moving!”
A Dusclops came and struck the prisoner back into line, sending the hapless Croconaw staggering forward with a yelp. Dalton was a little surprised he could hear the Rothäuter, though he supposed that muzzle must not have been that tight. The Dusclops struck him again, and again, as Dalton averted his gaze from the Rothäuter and his cries.
The worst part was the way that Pokémon around him were mostly laughing and jeering, with the Armaldo and Braviary Feldgendarmen further behind him being particularly insufferable.
“For a bunch of ‘mons that are supposed to be so hung up on ‘ideals’, you’d think they’d be able to take the same punishments they’re so happy dishing out themselves. Since that bastard sure looks green around his gills,” the Armaldo scoffed. “Twenty Carolins says he leaves a mess on the ground before he makes it into the back of a wagon.”
“No bet,” the Braviary said. “Though are those really soldiers? Most of ‘em look like they’re barely peasants!”
Dalton turned his head back towards the moat where the line of unfortunates was still making its way across, when he noticed Kate’s ears were pinned back and her eyes were drifting down to the seawater below with a visibly uncomfortable expression. A part of him was quietly thankful, since he was at first worried that she’d be the type to enjoy this horrid procession.
It was strange. He knew that he should’ve hated those Pokémon. Dieter died because of Pokémon like them, but watching them didn’t do more than give him a sick feeling in his stomach. Was this really everything that Dieter had died for? For the kingdom to ship some ‘mons far from their homes from across the sea here so they’d be extra bodies for hard labor?
And then there were the thoughts of mother and father. Had the reason he hadn’t heard back from them in recent years been because they’d gone through something like this in Edialeigh and were now slaving away in some gods-forsaken field? Would he and the others go through something like this after they were shipped out?
He was almost thankful with Evlis raised his voice with a sharp huff. The Noivern’s attention was trained off inland, as he beat his wings and rose into the air with an impatient snarl.
“Alright, you’ve all seen enough,” the Hauptmann spat. “We’ve got actual exercises we need to do today. Get moving!”
There were a few stifled grumbles in the crowd as Evlis flew off ahead and the Feldgendarmen began to bark out marching orders. He felt Kate sidle up against him, stiff and on-edge as they began to march away from the moat.
He was all too thankful when they’d gotten far enough that he couldn’t clearly hear the voices coming from behind them anymore.
Lyle didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to go on like this. The extra weight from the armor on his body had been wearing his limbs down even before they’d made it into Port Velhen. His stomach had been killing him, to the point that he couldn’t rear up and see for himself what the ‘entertainment’ with those captured Rothäuter was all about. It was probably for the best with the way whatever Alvin saw those poor bastards on the other end go through made the Marowak look visibly uncomfortable even after he joined in with the jeering—one of the Feldgendarmen was giving him a funny look, he’d explained.
It’d been thirty minutes since then, maybe a bit longer from how much higher in the sky the sun was. Here they were, marching in formation on some unpaved road surrounded by a mix of meager-looking fields that mostly grew crops like Blinker Seeds or Apricorns which were meant to be used for fighting instead of sustenance. And with every step forward, it felt like there were Iron Thorns stabbing him from underneath his breastplate and faulds, along with those Feldgendarmen constantly going up and down and smacking stragglers back into line.
There was a sharp pulse of pain as Lyle suddenly froze up, his vents coming alight as he was unable to keep his fire down from them. He briefly heard the conscript behind him yelp with a start, as he froze in place and cringed, sucking in uneven breaths.
A set of claws dug into him and dragged him forward, as the Quilava saw that it was Alvin hurriedly pulling him back into place, the Ground-type’s eyes visibly widened and his grip on his club. A glance leftward quickly revealed why: there was a glaring Fraxure walking past in the other direction. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat as the Fraxure’s gaze briefly settled on him. It was for only a few seconds, before the damned Feldgendarm mercifully moved on.
The Quilava staggered forward, feeling lightheaded between the encounter and the pain when he felt a prod at his shoulder. He looked back towards Alvin, who was stealing glances off at the departing soldier, before fumbling under his plates and pulling out a small drawstring bag
“Here, eat this and don’t let the Feldgendarmen see you doing it,” he said. “It should help with the pain.”
The Marowak pulled a small blue fruit from the bag. Lyle blinked as he looked at the Oran Berry in Alvin’s grasp. It looked a bit bruised and unripe, but that wasn’t the part that Lyle was wondering most about…?.
“Alvin, how the hell did you get-?”
“I stole it off one of the soldiers in the normal units before you came,” he said. “Just don’t get caught since they really don’t like thieves in the service.”
Lyle briefly glanced at his surroundings, before grabbing the berry and popping it into his mouth. It was firm and tasted closer to a Nomel Berry than an Oran Berry from how underripe it was. He abruptly stopped and held his breath as he heard footsteps approaching, the Quilava bracing himself for an imminent blow as the thought crossed his mind that one of the Feldgendarmen must’ve seen him after all. Mercifully, beyond a brief look from a couple of the Pokémon around him, nobody seemed to have noticed or cared.
He continued on with the column, as little by little, the berry’s effects kicked in and his steps felt ever so slightly lighter as they continued marching. He briefly spotted what looked like dark clouds in the sky on his left and quietly set his teeth on edge.
Those weren’t rain clouds were they? Were they really going to have to train while getting soaked?
Much to his surprise, he found himself rearing up onto his hindlegs. There was a dulled shot of pain in his stomach that felt like a hazy pinch, but when he turned off towards the dark shapes and saw that those weren’t dark clouds he was seeing. It was a column of what looked almost like smoke that clung to a seaside bluff with stony scrubland that cascaded down to the ground. Off to the right, there was a collection of squat buildings along with a path that ran up to it… which as Lyle moved his eyes along, he realized was one and the same as the road they were going down.
It suddenly dawned on him that that wasn’t smoke that he was looking at all, which meant that thing was…
“A Mystery Dungeon? That’s where our exercises are going to be?”
“The army apparently used to do that in the past, but they stopped after the fog turned black. Apparently the entrances around it shift around almost daily and the local Hunters don’t give out missions there unless it’s urgent since teams keep getting lost in it,” Alvin explained. “There’s mazes and mock battlegrounds set up just outside of it. That’s where we’ll be doing our training today.”
So that was what happened with Mystery Dungeons that had Black Fog. Lyle supposed that that was a sign that even if the army largely considered them expendable, that at least they weren’t that expendable to them.
Even so, something about this all felt weird to him. He’d remembered seeing Mystery Dungeons near Port Velhen in the map from that handbook he and his teammates stole from that library, but none of them had been drawn with Black Fog.
“What is this place anyways?” Lyle asked. “Since I didn’t even know there was a Mystery Dungeon with Black Fog on the coast that was like this.”
“Some of the other soldiers called it ‘Desolate Morland’. It was supposed to be traversable to Mystery Dungeons that went further south along the coast, which was why the old fort was built there,” Alvin explained. “Something apparently destabilized it towards the end of the last Rothäuter invasion. So these days, they use what’s left of it as a training ground.”
Lyle didn’t remember which of the Mystery Dungeons Desolate Morland was, though he supposed that was a sign that that Handbook from the library had been a bit out of date. He shook his head and continued on, when he noticed further up in the column, there was a black, scaled head with wide-set eyes peeking out at the Mystery Dungeon and staring off at it.
Maybe it was just his imagination or wishful thinking, but could that have been Dalton? He recalled that the Heliolisk had mentioned something about his old gang having once worked the territory around here. Then, did that mean that he recognized this place?
“Pick up the pace, scum!”
Lyle straightened up at attention after hearing Evlis’ voice boom in the distance and the Noivern’s wingbeats pass by somewhere behind him. He caught Alvin abruptly jerking his head forward and snapping to attention, which he took as his cue to do much the same and march along. The whole time, focusing on the Thievul ahead of him, all but nipping at the fox’s heels as the whole column seemed to pick up pace. His only companions were the crunch of the column’s footsteps and the faint pain in his stomach as wished the damned Thievul’s steps ahead would pick up a little faster.
There was a shout from a little further ahead as everyone stopped. The Exploud at the front of the group gave an order to ‘Column left march’ and sure enough, everyone turned left before a barked order to march ahead again. As he did, Lyle briefly caught a glimpse of the curving road behind him: enough to see that they were in a cleared space and that the Black Fog and the ruined base were much, much closer now.
How on earth had the time just flown by like that? They hadn’t walked that much faster since he ate that Oran Berry, had they?
There was a shrill screech as Lyle’s vents came alive. Lyle hurriedly threw himself up onto his hindlegs and stood stiff as a board as Evlis moved his head around and scanned his surroundings as a tense silence filled the gathering.
“Hrmph, I see that fewer of you fell behind this time,” the bat growled. “Good. You’re learning.”
Lyle’s breath caught in his throat, as he could feel his wounded stomach knotting up from stress under its bandages. He heard movement and shuffling, as some of the Pokémon from the Feldgendarmerie made their way forward and took their places at Evlis’ side and looked on back at them. The one who seemed to be assigned to their group was a churlish-looking Mabosstiff, who carried a piercing glare the entire time. The Noivern waited for a moment, before speaking up with a sharp huff.
“Since the bulk of you aren’t strangers to fighting, we’ll be skipping straight to assessing those skills of yours with a war game today,” Evlis said. “It’ll be an exercise to gauge just how much drilling is needed to make you actually useful on the battlefield.”
Lyle gulped at the Noivern’s explanation. A ‘war game’? But he’d just arrived the other day and barely knew most of the Pokémon he could see around them! Just what the hell were they expecting?!
“Fähnrich! Come and give the units their banners!”
There was a clatter as a Sceptile in plates lugging along a set of poles wrapped in cloth went along, stopping at each of the Leutnante ahead as they took some cloth bundle from each of them. When the Sceptile made it to the Mabosstiff, Lyle saw that it was some sort of black flag, with gold horizontal lines on them.
Except, the army always used greens or whites or silvers… what on earth were they doing with something that looked like it’d be more at home with those Rothäuter back in Port Velhen?
“Today, you’ll be playing the role of the Red Team. You’ll be breaking into Rotten and doing exercises in groups of four at a time led by your Leutnant paired with another at random at exercise.” the Noivern explained. “There’s a set of mock forts set up just to the south from here: your job is to cut along the fringes of this Mystery Dungeon’s fog and attempt to hoist your banner over the one you get assigned to take. It’s a simple exercise that even a bunch of criminal scum like you with experience ambushing travelers should be able to manage. Or at least you should if you’re not completely incompetent at tactics.”
“Wait, the south? You mean the ones that we just passed a few minutes ago? Why don’t we just walk back up the road and attack that way?”
Lyle blinked and saw Alvin’s eyes briefly widen and his grip tighten on his bone as the Noivern suddenly whirled around and his gaze passed over them. Mercifully, it kept going on a few groups over to the right, where there was a Lairon towards the front that the Pokémon around were backing away from. The Lairon froze as she seemed to almost instantly realize her mistake, but it was too late.
Lyle flinched as a gout of fire suddenly zipped in and sprawled the Lairon out with a yelp. Almost in parallel, Evlis was already moving in a flash, as the Noivern swooped down on the Lairon, throwing out a claw and pressing the Steel-type’s head into the dirt as he brought his face with its dead eye down to her with a low snarl.
“Because, you’ve been given an order, you stupid rock,” the Noivern spat. “There are units in this army where there’s room for the enlisted to whine and raise stupid questions like yours. This isn’t one of them, so shut up and follow your orders.”
Lyle looked on, the blood in his veins chilling as the whole gathering waited to see what Evlis would do to the squirming unfortunate in his grasp. Much to his surprise, that time, beyond shoving the Lairon away, Hauptmann Evlis didn’t do anything, and began to retrace his steps. Lyle ducked and lowered his head, trying desperately to avoid eye contact as the Noivern passed and raised his voice in an impatient huff.
“Fortunately for you all, we’re on a tight schedule today,” Evlis said. “The exercise ends once you’ve either succeeded or else your commanding officers deem your units to have lost combat effectiveness and order a withdrawal. The Leutnante will take it from here and distribute bridges along with your objectives. I’ll be back to review your performance at the war games, assuming there’s anyone still well enough to stand.”
The Noivern took wing and flew off as from beside him, Lyle caught Alvin quietly breathing a sigh of relief… along with a few other Pokémon in the crowd. As the tension started to lift, the Pokémon around him began to drift from their spots in formation and he started getting better glimpses of the other groups around them. He briefly caught a glimpse of a red feather along with yellow and black scales a little ways down, and pawed at Alvin as he began to make his way forward.
“Wait, Alvin, I think that’s-”
“Nobody said you could break formation!”
Lyle’s eyes widened and his vents came alive as he felt scales abruptly jerk him back. He looked back to his right where there was Alvin, quietly motioning to look forward, while the others around them were hastily straightening up at attention.
And there at the front was that Mabosstiff coming straight for them. The Mabosstiff stopped at the head of the group, baring her fangs with a glare that just screamed that getting on her bad side was a terrible idea.
“Alright, listen up, you thieving Miststücke,” the Leutnant snarled. “I’m only going to brief this strategy once, so if you plan on not waking up in the Infirmary after this exercise, make sure you know what’s going on before going off and grouping into your Rotten.”
Lyle gulped and looked down at the armor plates as he swore that he could feel the Oran Berry’s effects wear off by the moment and that stabbing pain started creeping back into his stomach.
He sure hoped that Alvin knew more of how to get through these things than he did. Since he didn’t know how he was going to survive otherwise.
Author’s Notes:
Alt Title
Kapitel 36 - Gefangene*
* ‘Gefangene’ is more normally translated as ‘prisoners’, and depending on context of usage, can inherently carry a connotation of being a prisoner of war.
Words and Phrases
1. halb sieben - “Six-Thirty” (time)
2. Jägersregiment - A regiment composed of 'Jäger', a type of light infantry unit specializing in patrolling or skirmishing in Germanosphere militaries that is roughly equivalent to a “rifleman” or a “ranger”
3. Armeekorps - “Army Corps”, equivalent formation to a Corps or Group Army present in Germanosphere militaries since the Napoleonic Wars.
4. Landsknecht(e) - A type of mercenary from the Germanosphere in the early modern period, traditionally composed primarily of pikemen and supporting foot soldiers.
5. Leutnant(e) - “Lieutenant(s)”
6. Feldgendarm(en) - “Field Gendarme(s)”, a member of a 'Feldgendarmerie', a type of historical military police unit responsible for enforcing unit discipline originating from the 1800s.
Dialogue
D1. “Achtung!” - “Attention!”
D2. “Meine Güte, das soll die Verstärkung für das Armeekorps Chi sein? Hätten sie uns wenigstens mehr Artilleriegeschütze geben können!” - “Gods have mercy, this is what we’re sending to reinforce Armeekorps Chi? They could have at least given us more artillery!”
D3. “Du da! Leg ‘nen Zahn zu!” - “You there! Pick up the pace!”
Teaser Text
Newangle City, 10. Herbstmond, 1027 n.d.B.
To whom it may concern,
The General Staff Service and His Majesty, King Siegmund von Wahrheit are well aware that all levels of the Kingdom of Edialeigh’s army have abruptly stopped participating prisoner exchanges in excess of a month at the time of this letter’s sending.ᵃ We believe that this is connected to a recent incident in which strategic planning related to the war plans referred to internally as ‘Operation Spark’ was compromised by agents acting for the Kingdom of Edialeigh. It is the assessment of the General Staff Service that the compromised information was relayed to the highest levels of their leadership, since this behavior appears to be a coordinated response at the behest of Edialeigh's king and crown.
Why they are reacting in such a rash manner even from a position of weakness is the subject of an internal investigation to determine just what details of Operation Spark were compromised. In the interim, in accordance with the rules and laws of war that Our Goddess, the Dragon of Vast White named ‘Reality’, helped codify as part of the Dragons' Compact centuries ago, King Siegmund decreed that it would be fitting for there to be a response to Edialeigh’s provocations.
Effective immediately, it is army policy that for every soldier in His Majesty’s army presently in Edialeigher captivity, two captured soldiers or partisans under your custody are to be transported across the sea back to Varhyde aboard ships making the return journey to the homefront. You are to direct any relevant subordinates in the field or members of the Feldgandarmerie overseeing the Occupied Territories to realize the King’s decree, and to transport as many prisoners as possibly by whatever ship space is not spoken for by more pressing needs for the war effort.
As enforcers of the will of the King and Varhyde, it is your duty to see through your orders to the fullest of your ability. It is the King’s decree that this policy be actioned on until further notice otherwise, as it is his wish that the Pokémon who immiserate his subjects be made to suffer the same fates they are forcing on them. Attached to this communiqué is a shortlist of preferred backgrounds for prisoners selected for transport back to Varhyde. Please consult the attached list of provinces of origin and profiles when selecting candidates for transportation.
- Official Directive from the Office of the Varhyder Generalstab to all actively deployed Offiziere im Generalstab
a. Semantic translation. A more literal translation would be a parenthetical note of “(Status: Dispatch of this letter)”
Mir wurde mitgeteilt, dass Sie der kommandierende Offizier sind, der derzeit die Festung Jair leitet. Aufgrund der Umstände sehe ich mich gezwungen, Ihnen diese Nachricht vorab zu senden, um einen sicheren Aufenthalt für eine Gruppe von Angehörigen Ihrer Truppen anzufordern. Dieser Platz wird benötigt, sobald die Gruppe eintrifft, und zwar bis zum Einsatz meiner Truppen und der für den Dienst auf Ihrem Stützpunkt mobilisierten Soldaten an der Front in den kommenden Tagen.
Wer diese Partei ist, geht Sie nichts an, außer dem, was der Generalstab Ihnen in anderer Korrespondenz mitgeteilt hat. Auch ich selbst darf mich zu diesen Angelegenheiten nicht offen äußern, außer dass sie von höchster Wichtigkeit für die Kriegsanstrengungen sind und ihre sichere Verwahrung alle anderen Bedenken, die Sie haben mögen, überwiegen sollte. Wie aus dem unterzeichneten und gestempelten Schreiben hervorgeht, das ich diesem Brief beigefügt habe, ist es der Wille Seiner Majestät König Siegmund persönlich, dass Sie dieser Angelegenheit höchste Priorität einräumen.
Daher ist die Sicherheit und Abgeschiedenheit von den übrigen Soldaten auf dem Stützpunkt von höchster Bedeutung. Andernfalls würde ich diesen Brief an den Kommandanten der Garnison Wellenhafen schreiben und mich damit begnügen, die Lage aus den verbliebenen Quartieren meiner Familie dort genauer zu beobachten. Sollten die von Ihnen bereitgestellten Räumlichkeiten für die betreffende Person Unannehmlichkeiten verursachen, werden mein Oberstleutnant und ich uns, soweit es die Zeit und die Umstände zulassen, darum kümmern. Wir werden Ihre Unterkunft prüfen und uns nach unserer Ankunft mit Ihnen in Verbindung setzen, um die Details zu besprechen.
Ich weiß nicht, wie gut Sie sich in Ihrem aktuellen Aufgabenbereich auskennen, aber aus meinem Titel sollte klar hervorgehen, dass ich besonderen Einfluss auf Wellenhafen und die umliegende Grafschaft habe. Auch die Festung, die Sie derzeit beaufsichtigen, bildet da keine Ausnahme, wie man daran erkennen kann, dass sie den Namen des ersten Grafen von Wellenhafen aus meiner Familie trägt.
Machen Sie es mir und meinen Mitarbeitern nicht unnötig schwer. Mir ist bewusst, dass dies angesichts der kurzen Vorlaufzeit viel verlangt ist, aber ich werde nicht zögern, alle notwendigen Mittel einzusetzen, um Ihre Kooperation sicherzustellen.
Das Schicksal unseres Königreichs und dessen Bewohner könnte sehr wohl davon abhängen.
- Brief von Graf von Wellenhafen, Lacan Dragoransohn an Major Vanderkam Metagrossohn
Lyle sucked in a tense, sharp breath as black, smoke-like fog swirled all around him. His vents poured nervous fire as he marched along on all fours following after that Thievul from earlier. THey were in a train of Pokémon proceeding in single file, headed by one of those southern Graveler with iron spikes jutting out his stony hide—the strongest prisoner of the twenty Pokémon in their Rotte. Off behind him, Alvin was following his tracks and the glow of his body’s fire, and somewhere further behind them all in the fog was the Armaldo from the Feldgendarmerie who’d been posted to their Rotte. Alvin had explained that it wasn’t guaranteed that one of those blighters would be posted directly with them like this when they reached the other side of the sea, but that that wasn’t the case for exercises like these. Here on the homefront, there was enough of their ‘monpower to spare for Pokémon like them to ensure that everyone from the penal units were actually participating in their exercises.
… Lucky him.
He wasn’t sure whether or not it was the Oran Berry’s effects that were dulling the pain from his stomach wound or the general tension in his body. Either way, at that moment, he wasn’t really feeling his armor plates’ straps against his pelt or the small pouch about his waist that bumped up against it. Everyone in the Rotte had been given a couple randomized items that might as well have come fresh from a rookie Hunter’s loadout for the exercise, with his being a Blinker Seed and a couple Iron Thorns.
It made him feel about as prepared for things as the strategy briefing earlier—which was to say not at all.
The Mabosstiff Leutnant who gave it back then had spread out a map of the mock-fort they were set to try and storm. The strategy wasn’t that complicated: they would be working with two other Rotten, with one forming a central breach as a feint, while theirs and the other would attempt to flank from opposite sides and push their way towards the center where the “Green Team” would be flying their banner. But beyond showing the position of walls that had been set up as a rough maze, and the location of where the flag they were supposed to capture would be, the map didn’t have anything about where they could expect to run into the Pokémon they were going to fight or who’d they be facing.
His attempt to point out during the briefing that surely they needed to know more about their enemy when they’d spent more time casing marks as Outlaws had been brushed off with a toothy snarl by the Mabosstiff Leutnant. She’d dismissed it as them needing to be prepared to improvise as needed.
It wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it didn’t do anything to quell that uneasy fire smoldering in his belly.
“Easy, Lyle. We’re about to break cover.”
Lyle tried to calm his breaths as sure enough, the fog around him started to thin a bit, to the point where he could see the Graveler at the head of their group again. The Rock-type motioned for a stop and signaled to everyone behind him to group up. Lyle made his way forward with the others, when there were suddenly heavy footsteps coming straight towards him. He heard Alvin cry out from behind and whirled around to see the Armaldo Feldgendarm looming over him with a sharp glare.
“Quilava, are you trying to get us picked off before we make it onto the battlefield?” the Armaldo hissed. “Put that fire out!”
He shrank back, and after noticing that even some of the other conscripts were also glaring at him, he hastily fought back the fire in his vents as his heart kept racing in his chest. Yes, he supposed he should’ve known better when he’d gotten yelled at for doing similar things during his earlier days on the Foehn Gang, but did these Pokémon seriously expect him not to be nervous while fighting blindly with a wounded stomach-?
A sudden tremor and crash rang out from somewhere off to the left, which gave way to shouts and the sounds of fighting from up ahead as the Armaldo cried out to them.
“Contact! Contact! Get into position before they turn the approach into a killzone!”
‘K-Killzone’?! This was just an exercise, wasn’t it? The Graveler and a few others already took off running, including Alvin. Lyle froze and hesitated, when a quick glance at the Armaldo revealed the Feldgendarm was pulling one of his claws back for a swipe, and other soldiers wearing white scarves were approaching from deeper within the fog.
It was all that he needed to make those last nerves fail. The Quilava took off running with his head held low, as the inky mist faded and after another tremor, he began to make out sunlight and his surroundings.
There was a line of dark metal panels with weighted bases just up ahead, around two Reshipeds tall. At the center was a section where they were about half-height on both sides of a central breach—and Pokémon massing behind opposing shield walls on either end of it. The glimpse faded as soon as he spotted it as a watery jet just missed him and he lowered his head and kept charging forward. The little he could see from the corners of his vision was utter chaos: other Pokémon rushing towards the barriers, attacks zipping back and forth in the air… and a worrisome number of Pokémon lying slumped over on the ground for a war game that’d just started.
“Augh!”
Lyle jerked his head up as a Ninjask suddenly seized up from a hail of rocks and plummeted out of the air. He hastily rolled aside with a yelp as one of the stones hit the ground just beside him, before quickly throwing himself back onto his feet.
He almost immediately regretted it as the pain in his stomach started stabbing at him even with the effects of the Oran Berry he’d eaten earlier. It took every ounce of his willpower to force himself forward, as he tore into a diving lunge until he’d made it to a shield wall of Protects towards the left that had been thrown up by some of the Pokémon in his Rotte. He panted for a moment, sucking down uneasy air, when he suddenly felt a sharp grab at his shoulder.
“Lyle, what were you doing out there?!”
He turned and saw Alvin looking down at him, the Ground-type’s bony face creased with equal parts worry and exasperation.
“You were a sitting Ducklett lingering that far back behind the shield wall!”
Lyle looked back towards the fog where the group from the Feldgendarmerie was laying down covering fire, while a couple Pokémon in penal unit scarves with them were going and dragging off some of the fainted Pokémon. Probably lucky bastards from the later groups who’d get a chance to learn from whatever failures they had storming ahead here.
Gods, this was really a training exercise? Just what were they supposed to learn from all of this?
The Quilava’s ears flicked at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from behind. It was the Armaldo Feldgendarm again. The Bug-type stepped forward and cast a Protect along the shield wall as a few segments started fading, before turning his head and locking eyes with the Graveler.
“Gefreiter Georok₁, how’s your unit looking?”
“We lost two ‘mons making it into position. Ones we wouldn’t have if your buddies gave us proper cover,” the Graveler huffed. “Just how much longer are we supposed to stay here getting whaled on?”
“Until you are otherwise ordered, Gefreiter.”
The Graveler sparked and growled back at the Armaldo, and a number of other conscripts in their group similarly shooting dirty glares. Except things didn’t go any further than that. It wasn’t as if lighting that damned bug up would really go anywhere with the other Feldgendarmen in the background.
All of a sudden, a sharp tremor rang out. Just ahead of them and a little ways off to the left, a section of the wall of metal panels suddenly toppled forward and in towards the maze. A Drilbur in penal unit gear surfaced just afterwards, as the Graveler suddenly shot up and motioned at the newly-formed breach.
“That’s our opening! Get in there and fan out before Green Team catches up!”
The Graveler rolled ahead, the other soldiers around him started hurrying along, with Lyle himself stumbling forward as Alvin tugged at his shoulder and dragged him along. He tried to run, but whatever was keeping that pain at bay earlier was starting to wear off and each bounding step forward brought back those piercing stabs in his gut, to the point that he was barely keeping pace with Alvin.
They made it through the breach in the wall… and came face to face with another set of those metal panels. The Quilava hesitated briefly, before noting Alvin pulling him rightward and following along. A quick glance upwards revealed why: the pole flying the ‘Green Team’ banner at the center of the battlefield sat off to the right—and noticeably farther in.
“Alvin, how are we supposed to get there?”
“By fanning out as soon as we can,” the Marowak said. “Staying bunched up during these exercises is a bad idea in general.”
Lyle could only begin to imagine why. He let Alvin lead the way as the Marowak kept bringing him further left whenever a gap in the metal panels opened—probably not a moment too soon from the shouts and sound of fighting that started coming from towards the outer portion of the maze that they’d been in. Lyle tried not to think to hard about things and just kept following Alvin with his head held low, since the Marowak clearly had a hell of a lot more of an idea of what to do right now.
“Aaagh!”
The reprieve was much shorter than he expected. He ran into the Marowak while passing a set of half-height panels. He forced himself onto his hindlegs and glanced over the top and froze. There was a Kricketune keeled over from a hail of rocks as a Vigoroth and a Rockruff in army greens turned their attention to a beleaguered Grafaiai wearing their same gray penal unit scarf. Lyle’s belly fire came alive as he watched the Vigoroth pin the Grafaiai down on the other side of the panel with a sharp snarl, none the wiser to his presence.
“Got you, you ugly little-”
Everything that followed came by reflex. A sudden flash of heat burned at the back of Lyle’s throat, and he opened his mouth just as his vision filled with brilliant orange fire from a Flamethrower. The flames swept up the Vigoroth in a flash, as the soldier let out a gods-awful scream that made Lyle’s stomach churn as the Normal-type flailed desperately. The Grafaiai frantically stumbled up and spat up a spray of sickly purple fluid that made a sizzling sound as it settled in and the Vigoroth slumped to the ground in blank shock.
Lyle’s breaths came out shaky, his eyes darting over towards the Rockruff who was with the Vigoroth. The dog just stood in blank shock, not noticing Alvin rounding the corner and running up towards him until it was too late.
WHACK!
The Rockruff let out a sharp scream and crumpled to the ground. He flopped over and thrashed briefly, weakly trying to rise as Lyle frantically ran his paws over his pouch and grasped onto an Iron Thorn within.
He threw it forward with a thwip as it caught the soldier’s in his hindlegs. They gave out, as the rest of the Rockruff followed and toppled to the ground, laying there unmoving as a faint trickle of blood dribbled from where the Iron Thorn had struck him. Even if he could see the dog’s chest still rising and falling, a part of Lyle felt queasy inside just from the whole encounter. He knew that different kinds of Pokémon evolved at different rates, but from what he did know about Rockruff, the ‘mon was probably his little brother’s age at most…
The Quilava fought back the train of thought and slunk back to all fours before rounding the corner himself. The Grafaiai visibly panted and trembled, as he raised a paw out towards her.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Grafaiai said. “Just help me get Peise out of here.”
She went over to the Kricketune and tried to help the bug up. Lyle didn’t think he looked that hurt, but he wasn’t really familiar with how injuries worked with Bug-types. Lyle started to make his way over and saw Alvin coming over himself from the corner of his vision—when the Marowak suddenly froze up and looked away.
What on earth was Alvin doing? This ‘mon was literally right here and—
“Nobody said you three could dawdle!”
Lyle’s blood froze after he felt a heavy shove knock him off his feet and onto his side. He hit the ground with a yelp, and as he staggered back up, he saw that damned Armaldo had caught up and brushed past him. His tail swayed side to side, as he loomed over the Grafaiai, cornering her squirming against the wall.
“Are you a combat medic, soldier?” the Feldgendarm snarled. “No? Then stick to your objective!”
The Grafaiai yelped before backing away, leaving the Kricketune groaning in a heap against the barrier. Lyle stared at the scene and felt his mouth flop open. What the hell was wrong with this army? They were really supposed to just abandon each other like that in actual fighting? Even Outlaws didn’t just leave each other to their fates this quickly!
He almost immediately regretted sticking around, as a sharp huff revealed the Armaldo’s attention was now trained firmly on him and Alvin further down the corridor. The Feldgendarm gestured at them, before motioning ahead with his claw.
“You three, on me,” the Armaldo barked. “You’re going to help me sweep that corridor over there. The more we distract the defenders, the more likely your scum friends will be able to hoist Red Team’s colors onto that flagpole at the center.”
He wanted to tell the damned bug to go kick rocks. That he would take his chances alongside Pokémon he knew would actually look out for him…
“That wasn’t a suggestion, Soldat.”
The Armaldo fanned his wings out with a sharp hiss as Lyle suddenly felt so much smaller. Armaldo were supposed to be able to fight by throwing rocks around. Lots of them. Worse still, fighting a Feldgendarm like this Armaldo would’ve been tricky even if he wasn’t clad in armor plates. And fighting one with no shortage of friends who’d come to take his place if he and Alvin did manage to overpower him…?
From the way that Alvin held his head low and fell into line after the Armaldo, Lyle gathered all that he needed to know about their circumstances. This wasn’t a fight that they could win.
He fell in alongside the Marowak. The Feldgendarm would go ahead, and shout at him and Alvin to hurry it up afterwards, whether it was because the bug didn’t notice the way he was hobbling as he walked or just didn’t care, Lyle wasn’t fully sure. The Feldgendarm made his way in a zigzagging pattern, as in between the partitions in the maze, Lyle would occasionally see Pokémon lying slumped over, and hear shouts and crashes from ongoing battles somewhere from further out in the maze.
He stumbled and lost his footing, quickly correcting himself and almost immediately regretting it. A sharp, white-hot pain suddenly shot through his stomach as Lyle yelped and faltered. He breathed in and out uneasily as Alvin went back after him and steadied him, followed by a sharp growl from ahead.
“Unbelievable.”
He caught the Armaldo scowling back at them, while the Grafaiai shrank away uneasily. Lyle’s heart skipped a beat for a moment as a sharp blast suddenly rang out from the other side of the partition to their right. It sagged briefly, as Lyle pushed fire out his vents and dug his paws in expecting an ambush. It didn’t come, as the shouts and fighting that followed sounded much more distant than expected. The Armaldo stared briefly, his eyes narrowing as he pressed a claw against a glinting badge pinned to his scarf.
“Soldaten, get on your badges and give me a sitrep.”
Lyle faltered, before slowly and unevenly rearing up and pawing at the one he’d pinned alongside his neck. Except, when he pressed down on it, nobody was speaking through it. A quick glance over at Alvin and the Grafaiai revealed that they weren’t having any more luck themselves.
“... The line’s dead,” the Grafaiai said.
The Feldgendarm stared for a moment, before clutching at his own badge. He opened his mouth to speak, when all of a sudden, a raspier-sounding voice came through it.
“Hey, is anyone on this thing? Press on deeper towards Green Team’s end of the maze if you can! They’ve got barely anything in the way of a rearguard right now!”
Dalton’s raspier-sounding voice. Lyle briefly flared up with a start and caught glimpses of the other’s reactions. Alvin’s wide-eyed surprise, the Grafaiai’s confusion, and the Armaldo’s incredulous scowl. The Feldgendarm hurriedly brought a claw up to his badge, before he all but spat back through it.
“Who the hell is this?! There wasn’t anyone in my unit with a voice like—!”
“Well, it’s not like the ‘mon we took this off of was going to say anything with the way he was seeing stars!” Kate’s voice suddenly joined in. “Look, the fact that Green Team’s left themselves so open from behind means they’re all up front! So they must be trying to push out as much as they ca—”
“Kate! Look ou-!”
A sharp crash suddenly came through the badge as other confused, overlapping voices came. There was a pained scream that didn’t match Kate or Dalton’s voice, but from the way the Armaldo’s eyes were widening, it must’ve been someone he knew.
“Barbara! What’s going on over there?!”
No response beyond frantic and overlapping cries. A glance overhead revealed a set of flyers with white scarves going past… towards the direction of the breach that they’d opened earlier. The Armaldo’s eyes shrank to pins, before he frantically pressed down on the badge on his scarf.
“Scheiße! Anyone on this line, drop off it now!” the Armaldo shouted. “Green Team must be listening in on-!”
Lyle flinched from the sound of a loud crash as the listing barrier up ahead suddenly fell over and a black sphere sailed in through the vacant space left behind. It struck the opposite wall just in front of them and the entire path ahead erupted into smoky mist that rapidly spread outwards. Lyle’s vents came alive, and he only briefly saw Alvin’s eyes widen before the black mist suddenly overtook his vision.
I-It was a Haze! He coughed as the mist got up his nostrils and into his throat. It was like his Smokescreen he’d use, except there was an acrid odor to it and it was much colder.
“Lyle! Cut the fire! We need to get out of here!”
“Wh-What do you mean get out of here?!” the Grafaiai’s voice cried. “I can’t see a thing!”
He hastily fought back the fire in his vents as the glow around him faded and uneasily stumbled back. Somewhere off in the haze, he heard the Armaldo coughing, before raising his voice with a sharp snarl.
“Hold your position and close ranks, Soldaten! You will retreat when ord-!”
A sharp thud rang out followed by a sharp cry from the Armaldo as it suddenly dawned on Lyle that there was movement coming from up ahead within the smoke. He didn’t know who or how many others were there, but one of the Pokémon moving around had heavy footsteps.
The struggle lasted briefly before going quiet. There was another blow, as Alvin’s voice suddenly yelped in pain from within the smoke. He backpedaled as another blow came. The Grafaiai suddenly screamed, her voice weakly trailing off before something threw a body aside that landed with a dull thump.
Lyle’s limbs locked up as he stood there, frozen, breathing in and out shallowly as the sound of growls and fighting between the Armaldo and unseen attackers that suddenly didn’t sound so distant lingered in the background. He groped along the partition, trying to stumble forward when he heard the Armaldo cry out in pain and go silent with a heavy thump. His breath caught in his throat as he started hearing labored breaths and running footsteps, the cadence just matching Alvin’s.
He took off running after the voice, raising his voice with a stammering cry.
“A-Alvin! What’s-?!”
The words barely got out of his mouth before a dull, crushing sensation suddenly struck him in the side and his stomach wound suddenly flared in pain. He screamed in pain, desperately trying to crawl away through the haze.
“... yle! …yle!”
He thought he heard someone calling him and weakly tried moving towards it. The last thing he remembered was a low growl, before something struck his head from above. Hard.
And then everything went black.
It had been some time since Kate was the slow Pokémon getting dragged around while being chased around enemies, but as the spikes of pain under her breastplate reminded her—she supposed a lot of things had been changing lately.
She stole a glance down at her unbroken claw grabbing onto Dalton’s good arm as he all but dragged her forward. Maybe it was the way she’d stayed and thrown that Blinker Seed to buy them time to escape after those Green Team soldiers ambushed them. Maybe it was her not being used to the extra weight of those armor plates and helmet on her body right now. Maybe it was whatever Hauptmann Evlis had done to her chest that made it scream in pain from running around like this that her adrenaline was just barely letting her suppress it and keep moving forward. Why, if it wasn’t for the fact that those Grünhäuter they’d run into were probably 30 seconds from catching up with them if nobody else had bogged them down, she’d have half a mind to dig her heels in and stop entirely.
Since if there was one thing she’d learned from this whole ‘war game’, it was that she just didn’t get this army or how the hell it’d managed to hang on for seventy years of this madness.
“Scales, why the hell are we called ‘Red Team’?” she demanded. “We’re wearing the same green plates as those guys trying to jump us!”
“It’s standard terminology!” he cried. “Worry about making it behind Green Team’s lines before they lock things down!”
Dalton jerked her around the corner of a half-height panel as Kate clipped the side and yelped. She lost her grip on Dalton’s hand and stumbled, pitching forward onto her belly. She swallowed back curses under her breath, before looking up and seeing Dalton tense and with his frill flared out with a start.
He held it out for longer than she expected, probably a sign that it was starting to feel heal up better. All of a sudden, she suddenly pained and startled cries from up ahead. When the Heliolisk started to close his frill, she saw what he’d noticed:
The entire passage up ahead had been filled with black-colored mist. Dalton turned around, quickly stooping and throwing out his unsplinted arm as he grabbed her and started helping her up.
“Not that way,” the Heliolisk said. “Turn around and-”
“A-Alvin! What’s-?!”
There was a dull thud followed by a sharp scream. Lyle’s sharp scream. Kate’s eyes widened as she pushed past Dalton, hurrying up to the smoke and crying out.
“Lyle! Lyle!”
She felt scales dig into her and jerk her backwards by her arm. She fought back a pained hiss, before looking back at Dalton trying to drag her back.
“Scales! The hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Keeping you from walking straight into an ambush!” he hissed. “That Haze trick was literally something my brother’s unit was taught to do in basic trai-!”
There was a sharp cry, followed by labored breaths as a figure came shambling out of the haze. A Marowak in army plates, panting and staggering as he lost his footing and tripped forward onto his belly.
“Alvin-?!”
A sudden spray of needle-like spike suddenly sailed in, grazing Kate and sending her stumbling up against the wall. Everything happened so quickly afterwards. A Beedrill in army plates followed after and pinned Alvin down on his belly by jamming her thorax’s stinger into his back plates, before the hornet pulled one of her stingers back for a sharp thrust.
“Ich glaube nicht, du elendes Insekt!”ᴰ¹
She raised her head while stumbling up, where there, running up from just to the right was Dalton. The Beedrill barely had the time to turn and look as Dalton swung his tail forward with a wild swipe as bluish dragonfire trailed after it. He’d aimed it high and caught the Beedrill in her chest plates, and accomplished its goal of both getting the bug off of Alvin and drawing the Beedrill’s attention over to himself. The Heliolisk fell back as the Beedrill flew straight past Kate in hot pursuit. She briefly started going after the Bug-type, only to turn her eyes back towards Alvin as he struggled to prop himself up with his bone. She ignored Dalton and the Beedrill’s shouts coming from behind and ran over towards Alvin, stooping down to help him up.
“Alvin! Are you alri-?”
“C-Cover me! There’s more of them trying to break through further behind!”
Kate barely managed to raise her eyes before a crackling stream of electricity suddenly flew in, before arcing sharply downwards at Alvin. She felt her body tingle from residual electricity and stumbled back as the Marowak panted haggardly and unevenly. He shambled back onto his feet and desperately grabbed at his bone as a low growl came from the thinning haze behind them and Kate started to make out the surroundings:
Lyle laid slumped over against the wall to the left, with other figures further behind she couldn’t make out clearly were scattered around and splayed out… not least of all because of the sparking and growling Electabuzz in green plates that was approaching them.
“Ugh, damn it, he had to be one of those Marowak,” the Electabuzz spat. “Whatever, I’ll mop you two up nice and quick-”
Alvin suddenly threw his bone forward, which clipped the Electabuzz’s head and sent the Electric-type reeling back. Kate dove ahead, throwing her claws at the strap of the soldier’s helmet. The points of her unbroken claw dug in and Kate felt the straps snap under them as she pulled sharply. She saw the helmet wobble as the Electabuzz suddenly whirled about and threw her to the ground. The next thing she saw was the soldier’s foot coming for her chest and hitting her breastplate.
She shot back and hit one of the metal panels behind her. Hard. And the pain in her chest suddenly came roaring to life. She choked back a pained scream and wheezed for air, as the Electabuzz, now missing his helmet, filled her vision, with a bared-fang snarl.
“Outlaw scum! You miss-”
He didn’t finish the words before Alvin’s Bonemerang suddenly came whirling back and struck the side of the Electabuzz’s head with a painful-sounding crack. The Electabuzz barely got out a yelp before crumpling to the ground.
Mercifully, the soldier didn’t get up afterwards.
“GAH!”
Kate whirled around, where back at the half-height panels they’d passed to get here, Dalton reeled as the Beedrill pulled her barbs back from a sharp cross-shaped slash. The hornet threw herself onto the Heliolisk and pinned him, stabbing at his belly plates as Dalton cried out and began sparking wildly. Kate looked back at Alvin as her eyes widened: Dalton’s electricity was as good as useless right now! It would just go straight for Alvin as long as he was nearby!
Unless ‘straight to Alvin’ was someplace else.
She jerked at the Marowak’s arm, not waiting with her stride as the words came out of her mouth.
“Alvin, get straight on the opposite side of that Beedrill as Scales!”
“Kate? What are you-?”
“Just do it!”
The Marowak briefly glanced at her before she took off running. She just hoped that he’d put things together himself. She charged along afterwards, gritting her teeth against the spikes of pain from her protesting chest as she beelined straight for the Beedrill. The Sneasel ran past the soldier’s back from left to right as the Beedril raised a stinger, all while frigid air swirled behind Kate’s fangs.
“Get off of him!”
She spewed the Icy Wind out, turning her head up as it caught the Beedrill along her wings. Not landing squarely enough to really hurt her through those armor plates, but enough to weigh her down to the ground.
The Bug-type buzzed furiously, getting up and whirling around towards her. Kate braced herself, her heart pounding in her chest as the Beedrill pulled her barbs back for a piercing stab, her compound eyes focused entirely on her.
Just the thing the soldier needed to miss Alvin running up, or the way the sparks along Dalton’s hide were gathering together.
Kate recoiled as a sharp electrical crack rang out. Pained screeching followed as the Sneasel looked back towards her attacker. She caught the tail end of Dalton’s electricity going from his body, and through the Beedrill’s on its way towards Alvin. The rest went by in a blur: the Beedrill soldier buzzing and writhing along the ground, and Alvin brought his club down onto the Beedrill’s head from above:
WHACK!
It landed hard enough to bounce off afterwards. A tense moment passed as Kate watched the others jump back, expecting the Beedrill to shoot up again, only for her to give no resistance beyond a couple weak twitches from the ground. The Sneasel panted as shouts and battlecries rang out in the distance, along with a loud scream and heavy stomp that silenced it which sounded worryingly close…except there was nobody standing in the corridor.
Kate turned her attention back towards Lyle along the wall, as the only thought in her mind was that they desperately needed to get out of there. She started to make her way towards him, when all of a sudden, the ground sharply shook underneath them with a spray of dirt, sending her spinning and tripping face first to the ground.
The cries from just behind her revealed that Dalton and Alvin hadn’t been able to avoid the tremor either.
“Going somewhere?!”
The Sneasel looked up as the world in her vision grew muddy and spun in her head, when her breath caught in her throat. There, further down the corridor and stepping over a fainted Grafaiai, was a Mamoswine with army plates. He was wearing normal soldiers’ attire, and from the way his face was curling up into a malicious sneer as he pawed the ground, he clearly wasn’t one of the Feldgendarmen posted to their team.
“You scum from the penal units fight better than I expected you would,” the Mamoswine said. “But this is the end of the road for-!”
A shrill noise akin to a sharp, whistling flute suddenly rang out. The Mamoswine faltered briefly as he glanced back through the gap in the partitions he’d charged through. The Ground-type’s eyes briefly widened, before he lowered his tusks with a seething growl.
“Um Himmels willen… WIE?!”
Kate couldn’t see anything past the tops of the partitions, and backed away uneasily. She brushed up against Alvin and Dalton at the spot where the half-height partitions were earlier and caught them staring up in disbelief themselves. She turned and followed their gazes, where there off towards the center of the maze, she saw it:
The banner that was fluttering on the pole that was fluttering there wasn’t white anymore, but instead, there was that black flag with gold lines that had been shown off during their briefing. She briefly rummaged into the bag she’d been given for that Blinker Seed, where that badge she’d lifted off that fainted Feldgendarm was still there. She squeezed it, as it suddenly crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice filled the air around her.
“This exercise is over. Red Team wins. Everyone who’s still standing, file out and assemble at your designated meeting places.”
They’d… They’d really won?
“You.”
She dropped the badge to the ground, and whirled around wide-eyed–Dalton and Alvin doing much the same at her side. Just ahead of them was the Mamoswine, stomping and snarling, readying himself for a charge.
“This changes nothing. You can join your Outlaw buddies here in getting drug off the fie-”
“You there! The exercise is over, keep fighting and you’ll be spending the night the brig!”
The Mamoswine suddenly froze as Kate turned her head back towards where she and Dalton had first rounded the corner into this corridor. There was a scowling Braviary and Fraxure there now, the first of whom she knew was there with those Gendarmen watching over them in Port Velhen. The Fraxure briefly looked past them, before making his way over to the Armaldo, while the Braviary came over and shot a piercing glare down at them.
“Attendance for your ilk is taken five minutes after exercises. Stop dawdling and get moving.”
The blood in Kate’s head spiked. She turned back down the corridor towards Lyle and the others lying strewn about, before scowling back with a sharp splutter.
“There’s ‘mons just lying around fainted-!”
“Would you rather take this up with Hauptmann Evlis, Soldatin?”
Kate froze and pinned her ears back, as memories of that bat smashing her against the ground again and again and the sickening crack of her bones came rushing back. She felt scales dig into her pelt, as she saw Alvin grabbing at her and nervously stammering up towards the Braviary.
“We were just going,” the Marowak insisted. “Come on, Kate. You and Dalton are even in an entirely different Staffel₂, so we’ll need time finding our places.”
The Marowak’s gait was wobbly and reluctant, as his own gaze kept drifting back towards Lyle. She started making her way off, and caught Dalton briefly lingering as he passed the Feldgendarmen. He muttered something in Hightongue she couldn’t quite make out, before continuing on with his eyes trained towards the ground and a look about his face that seemed equal parts sullen and defeated.
She suspected her own face probably looked about the same just then as she turned away and trudged along, trying to get the image of Lyle’s weakly breathing body out of her mind to no avail.
Somehow, the shambling trek out of the maze and to their assembly point just past the edge of the Mystery Dungeon’s black fog was even more miserable than Kate expected. Maybe those chest pains were getting to her. Maybe it was that guilty expression on Alvin’s face that he’d had all the way up until they parted ways and he went off with that Mabosstiff Leutnant watching over his Staffel while they went back to the Conkeldurr who watched over theirs.
“I don’t believe you useless maggots! How do you just go and get your asses handed to you by a bunch of disorganized Outlaws and draft dodgers?!”
And of course, there were those Grünhäuter from the ‘green team’ and their own assembly a short walk over, who were still laying into their hapless peons over the exercise’s outcome. Somehow, hearing it wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as she’d thought it’d be.
Kate just knew that that damned dead-eyed Noivern being there in front of them all and sizing them all up definitely wasn’t helping. Everyone around her stood up stiff and at attention, with a few of the conscripts visibly averting their gazes as Evlis’ eyes passed over them. As much as it made her feel sick, she wound up doing the same as she just couldn’t dispel that flash of panic every time their eyes met. At first she thought Dalton was doing the same, only for a closer look to reveal that the Heliolisk for whatever reason kept stealing glances back at the black fog behind them.
Had he noticed something in it?
A low growl at the front convinced her that she could find out later. Dalton himself straightened up and whipped his head forward, as Evlis brought his wings together and draped them about his armored body with an unimpressed scowl.
“So you lot aren’t totally useless,” the Noivern scoffed. “You actually managed to complete your objective while remaining combat effective. Mostly.”
‘Combat effective’? A few of the tougher-looking Pokémon in gray scarves like the southern Graveler scowled back but didn’t otherwise say anything, while a few others grumbled under their breaths, some in more hushed tones, others more openly. It only took a cursory look around to piece together why everyone was in such a crap mood:
There were noticeably fewer Pokémon standing at attention than earlier than in her orientation. At least a third of the ‘mons who’d been fielded for the exercise weren’t there right now. They were off at the maze entrance—part of the stream of conscripts in white and gray scarves getting dragged out, some lying dazed by the side of partitions as some medics went around with herbs and smaller Reviver Seeds rousing them. Others were loaded unconscious onto the back of an open-ended wagon, like a white-and-teal Sandslash with icy back spikes who had dark stains running down her breastplate.
Kate just stared at the pitiful scene for a while. If things had gone just a little differently, she, Dalton, and Alvin would likely be in the back of that wagon themselves.
… Was that where Lyle was right now? And this was really all an exercise? If this was what that was like, what were they supposed to do on actual battlefields…?
“Good gods, they expect us to win a war like this?” she muttered.
“You want to repeat that for everyone to hear, Sneasel?”
Kate’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up and saw the other Pokémon around her were hastily moving away from her. Much to her horror, loud wingbeats rang out as a flash of black and purple filled her vision: Hauptmann Evlis was swooping in and looming over her, his fangs bared. Her eyes widened and her heart raced in her chest, when she felt scales along her arm that pulled her back.
“What she meant to say was that the dispatcher and the Feldgendarmen for our team carried out the strategy Leutnantin Mastifioso₃ gave us so poorly that it almost cost us the war game,” the Heliolisk cut in. “We literally weren’t allowed to help up the wounded from our unit.”
The Noivern’s frown deepened, as he let out a laugh in reply. That sort of terse, mocking laugh that indicated that he found Dalton’s protests more stupid than anything funny. Kate’s blood ran cold as she watched as the Noivern turned his attention down to him.
“Oh well, what do we have here? Herrlein Taktiker₄ thinks he’s ready to do a better ‘mon’s job.”
He threw a claw forward, shoving Dalton to the ground with a yelp. Kate reflexively stooped down and started helping him up, as a low snarl filled the air in front of them. She looked up, and saw that Evlis’ fangs were now much closer to her.
“Your objections have been noted, Heliolisk. I don’t particularly care about them,” the Noivern spat. “Those dispatchers and Feldgendarmen are doing their job: making sure that if anyone in the ranks has to bleed for Armeekorps Chi to fulfill their objectives, that you’ll do it before better ‘mons have to.”
It… was their job to get hurt like this? Kate supposed that she’d heard stories about how ‘mons in penal units were often among the first to charge into battle, and equally often ones about how they were the last to retreat. But she would’ve thought that the army would’ve at least cared to keep them well enough to fight another day!
… Unless they just couldn’t for whatever reason.
She inched back, pulling Dalton along with her as his eyes were visibly widened and she swore she could feel his pulse racing through his plates. Evlis mercifully didn’t prowl after them that time, but he kept glaring daggers all the while as he brushed at that collection of junk about his neck, and curled his mouth up into a toothy sneer.
“War doesn’t cut breaks for the weak. If you’re worried about how you’ll fare on the actual battlefield, I suggest that you all suck less,” the Noivern harrumphed. “Though since when did you get into this idealistic slop, Outlaw? You went and abandoned that Quilava friend of yours just fine the other day.”
Kate stared back and averted her gaze as it felt like a stone had settled at the bottom of her stomach. She should’ve dug her claws in and told that bat to piss off with these head games. Except it wasn’t wrong. They’d done that, and to other Pokémon no shortage of times beforehand when they’d needed to get away.
Like she’d done to mom… so why was it any surprise that things would ever be different here with a different scarf and these plates weighing her down?
A faint rattle alerted her to Evlis pulling himself back. He turned towards a group of white-scarved soldiers with that Fraxure that they saw in the maze in them, and boomed out a throaty bark.
“Feldgendarmen! March these ‘mons back to base while the other Rotten go through their rotations,” the Hauptmann snapped. “If they’ve got nothing to do but sit on their asses here, the ones still standing can stay busy with exercises and grunt work on-base while the rest get patched up in the Infirmary. From what I’ve seen of them, they’ll need it.”
The Fraxure saluted back, before taking his place at the front of the group. Kate barely heard him barking orders of his own, and barely paid attention to the others as they shuffled along into formation and she wearily marched alongside them.
The whole time, her breaths came out tense and shaky. Her fur bristled and her hackles raised as a sinking realization came over her:
They were going to die if they didn’t get out of here. And she had no idea where they were supposed to even start.
THWACK! THWACK!
Irune had lost track of how long she’d been hacking away at the wood underneath her, but for the first time in a long while, even if she couldn’t see the fruit of her labors all that well, she could certainly feel it.
What had once been a little hole barely big enough to fit a couple of her fingers was now large enough that had the bars of this cage not been there, she could’ve easily laid down and fallen through it. She just needed to do something to get those bars to yield and finally break free, and then it was a matter of making a break for the brush.
Judging by that lightheaded feeling and that familiar warmth swirling around in her body, she just might have had the power she needed to finally get away. Or at least if she could just get an idea of when the coast was clear. Except it had been surprisingly difficult all this time. She’d constantly heard Pokémon all around the wagon ever since it started rolling again. She’d tried to distract herself by working at the hole in the floor a bit more, but the wait was starting to make her go a little crazy.
All of a sudden, Irune stumbled backwards as the wagon lurched. She fell against the bars and yelped briefly, catching her breath as she heard footsteps rushing over. The Axew shrank back and froze, eyes widened, as heavy-sounding scratches rang out from the other side of the wagon’s wall.
“This rolling heap must’ve gotten damaged from whatever happened earlier,” the voice said. “Whoever’s in that thing, I can hear them much better than I could when we set out.”
Irune looked up and grimaced, half-expecting the roof hatch to suddenly fly open and the inside to fill up with mist from a Slumber Orb at any moment.
Except it didn’t come, and the presence on the other end of the wall drifted away, as a squeaking voice came from the other end.
“That not our problem anymore. Contract for Roly-Poly Caravan specify handling of secret, special wagon end at road leading up to army base.”
She blinked, looking off from the dim lighting from the hole towards the wall where the conversation was happening as she murmured to herself under her breath.
“Huh? Why are those Togedemaru leaving all of a sudden?”
“Aegislash here from scary Salamence’s Fähnlein. Minions of scary Salamence take things over now.”
Irune felt a pit grow in her stomach. She supposed that this was one way of having fewer Pokémon to worry about, but the Pokémon on Fähnlein Stärke weren’t weaker than the average Grünhäuter she’d been running into in the past six months.
The Axew breathed in and tried to calm herself as the sound of Pokémon shuffling about outside kept lingering. While hadn’t won many fights against Pokémon from Fähnlein Stärke even with that power inside her, she’d been able to evade them well enough over the past six months.
She just needed to break out and get away from them. If she could slip away from them for for just a little bit, then—
“Take her in through the gate and over to the keep,” a ghostly-sounding voice said. “There’s supposed to already be a place prepared to hold the Dyad while she’s waiting for deployment.”
Irune’s blood ran cold as the wagon started rolling again and everything finally came together for her in a horrified realization:
There wasn’t any more time to get away. They were already at whatever prison the army had planning on keeping her in before sending her across the sea to be a weapon.
Something in her snapped, as she frantically brought her tusks against the bars underneath her with a metallic clang. She didn’t care anymore if the soldiers outside heard her or not. She just desperately needed to be anywhere but there. She hacked at them again and again, but it didn’t accomplish anything other than to bounce off them and send her reaching for her tusks with a stifled yelp.
“No! D-Damn it! Not here! Not now!”
The movement from outside was growing more agitated, as one of the voices barked out a “Kameradin Yanmega, throw something in there to quiet her down”. But the wagon just didn’t stop, nor did the increasingly loud sounds of Pokémon pressing in around her unseen from beyond the wagon’s walls.
Her breaths started hitching and coming out shaky. She’d waited for too long. And everything she’d been working towards while trapped in here. All her hopes of being able to get away and somehow go after the others to help them…
All of it had all been for nothing.
… No. It wasn’t. She wouldn’t let it be.
That lightheaded feeling came back again, and she barely noticed that she’d slipped and fallen against the bars. All her mind could focus on was the intense, overpowering heat in her throat and filling her body to the point that she thought she was going to burst.
She could already see orange embers start to swirl around as in the midst of her clouded mind, one thought overpowered everything else and came out in a snarl loud enough to reverberate off her surroundings:
“LET ME GO!”
“Front and center, dillweeds! I’ve seen corpses move faster than you!”
Dalton fought to straighten up in the rough line he was in with the dozen or so conscripts from his Rotte during the war game well enough to make the trek back to base. His legs were killing him, and he was pretty sure that those cheap straps holding the green plates on his body together had chafed some of his scales raw. They were in that courtyard where they’d gathered for morning assembly again, under the piercing scowl of the Fraxure Feldgendarm who’d led the group that had herded them back. There were other soldiers in white scarves from the normal units taking up positions as snipers from the overlooking balconies, a good chunk of whom looked like they had half a mind to just mow them down right then and there. The mood of the actual conscripts around him weren’t much better, with them either looking visibly worn out, or else visibly smoldering with resentment—including Kate, who had her ears pinned back and fangs showing. A Pidgeotto towards the front hesitated briefly, before he warily spoke up.
“... What exactly do we do now?” the Pidgeotto asked.
“You’re going to stop wasting our time and make yourselves useful by helping with logistics here on base at the bottom of the hour,” the Fraxure harrumphed. “The mess hall should be open right now. Stuff your face and do whatever you have to to pep yourselves up, since you all will be working at least three hours past evening retreat for the actual soldiers on this base.”
Dalton’s eyes briefly shrank as his eyes drifted up to the sky and he saw that it was barely late afternoon. At least when Dieter was in the army, evening retreat was normally around fünf Uhr₅, so they’d likely be working into the night. Most of the other Pokémon, Kate included, didn’t pick up on the significance of the Fraxure’s explanation, before the Dragon-type turned away with a sharp harrumph.
“Get out of my sight. And don’t cause trouble,” the Fraxure spat. “If I have to throw your sorry hides into the brig, I’ll make sure you regret it… assuming there’s anything left of them after Hauptmann Evlis is through with you, anyways.”
Dalton lowered his head and breathed in unevenly as he heard a couple gulps go around the gathering. They were really getting run this ragged during basic training? All those fears of lying bleeding out in some ditch or getting set upon by some red-plated wall of teeth and claws tearing into him came roaring back as it was hard to escape the conclusion that the army just expected them to hurry up and die.
“Scales, come on already.”
He felt a tug at his unsplinted arm. Kate was making his way for the exit as he saw that the others were moving along, passing the low-slung buildings that formed the courtyard. The soldiers watching them were starting to thin out, but a few like a Drapion and Zebstrika from that mercenary band lingered on, and didn’t even bother to try and hide their sneering contempt as he passed.
“Tch, they’re really letting them eat before being put to work? That sounds like tempting fate if I ever heard it,” the Zebstrika scoffed. “Why candy-assed Heliolisk over there looks like he’d blow chunks if he got stuck with latrine duty.”
“Who knows? With how pale he looks, maybe he got a head start during the war games and left a mess behind in the training maze,” the Drapion chimed in. “Hell, he’s even got the yellow belly for it!”
Dalton fought back angry sparks as he tried to bite back his wounded pride and tried to calm his racing heart as his mind turned back to the realization that had kept him going since he’d arrived at those training grounds earlier…
He recognized that black fog and the Mystery Dungeon along that seaside cliff. And the moment he saw it, he knew that even if it wasn’t necessarily a very good one, there was a chance to actually get away from these damned Grünhäuter.
He just didn’t know how he’d be able to take it on his own…
A shadow suddenly passed over him. From the corner of his eyes, he briefly caught Kate’s ears swiveling as she turned her head up. He followed after her, but couldn’t see who the flyer was past the awning of the nearby roof.
Dalton jolted upright from the sound of a loud blast from off in the distance somewhere between them and the mess hall. On the main strip heading in from the main entrance from the looks of it. Probably just a fight getting out of hand—
“Hold it right there!”
He quickly ruled it out once he saw the soldiers blocking the way up ahead, along with a Nidoking who looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place where from.
“Turn back and return to your posts,” the Nidoking barked. “This section of the base is a restricted area right now.”
Dalton blinked slowly at the Poison-type’s response and noticed a small plume of smoke trailing up from beyond the buildings and muddled shouting coming from its direction. ‘Restricted Area’? For what? And why did the other soldiers with the Nidoking look so confused right now…?
“Hey! What’s the big idea! We need to eat here!”
The Heliolisk glanced over and saw Kate pinning her ears back against her helmet. The Nidoking briefly sized her up before his attention fell on that gray scarf of hers, and the soldier’s expression turned downright venomous.
“The idea is that this area up here is under lockdown until otherwise instructed by your commanding officer, Outlaw,” the Nidoking spat. “Find some other way of getting to your mess hall if you’re not brave enough to try stealing rations, since the only thing waiting for you here is—”
The Nidoking trailed off as a flash of recognition seemed to come over him as Dalton suddenly realized why the Nidoking looked so familiar. This was one of the ‘mons who’d been back there at Waterhead Cave! Why, he’d even soaked him and left him fainted on a dungeon floor!
He grabbed onto Kate’s arm, and started to shepherd her off, fighting back a grimace as he bowed his head to the Nidoking and started inching away.
“Entschuldigen sie die Unannehmlichkeiten, Herr Nidoking. Frau Sniebel hat sie wohl für jemanden verwechselt den sie–”ᴰ²
“Are you making fun of me? Speak Commontongue, skink.”
Dalton caught himself and looked up at the Nidoking, who was glaring daggers. He was suddenly acutely aware that everyone around him was now staring at him, both from the penal unit and the other soldiers. He briefly caught a Bisharp and an Alakazam whose armor faintly rattled from the telltale sign of a mail layer as they approached from behind the Nidoking shooting incredulous scowls at the Nidoking, with the Bisharp giving a barely stifled grumble under his breath.
“Wow, die lassen ja jeden heutzutage Soldat werden.”ᴰ³
Dalton briefly traded glances between the two, but in spite of his better hearing, the Nidoking didn’t seem to notice the Bisharp’s insult. The way his eyes didn’t budge a scale from him was a good enough hint.
The Heliolisk raised his voice again, warily backpedaling as he spoke up again in plainer language.
“I said we were just leaving. Sorry for wasting your time.”
Dalton turned to leave, tugging Kate along and hurrying along as the other penal unit conscripts started heading after them. He wasn’t sure what was going on right then. Why the hell would one of the soldiers from the raid on Boss Parker’s encampment be here? Weren’t they all from Lacan’s Fähnlein—?
“Ich schwöre zu Göttern, je eher diese ‚Fähnlein Stärke‘-Idioten sich verpissen, desto besser. Es sind erst fünf Minuten vergangen und ich möchte diesen ungebildeten Bauern schon jetzt die Fresse polieren.”ᴰ⁴
He paused after hearing voices in Hightongue coming back from the path that they came from, where the Bisharp and Alakazam were hanging still lingering and starting to make their way off.
Had his ears been deceiving him? Or had the Bisharp just said that that Nidoking really was one of the soldiers from Lacan’s Fähnlein?
“Warum zum Teufel machen die so ein Theater um ihren brennenden Mistwagen? Lassen wir wirklich alles stehen und liegen wegen ein paar Idioten in einem Fähnlein, der nicht mal in der Armeeliste steht und mit unsachgemäß gesicherter Munition herumfahren?”ᴰ⁵
Dalton’s eyes sharply widened. So he hadn’t been hearing things! He looked back past the buildings and saw that the plume of smoke was now much diminished, and visibly moving further right slowly, which certainly would happen if it really was a wagon that caught fire…
But was that really ordnance that caught fire? Or…?
“Scales, you’re being stared at right now.”
Dalton snapped to attention after feeling a tug at his injured arm’s shoulder. He quickly glanced down to see Kate at his side… and then back at the path ahead where the Bisharp and Alakazam were now glowering at him.
He took the cue and hurried off along with the Sneasel, drifting off into the base as he made his way northwards and parallel with the main path. He tried to steal glimpses towards it every time there was a gap providing a view, but there was nothing to be seen beyond soldiers massing and hurrying about here and there.
A prod at his side made him stiffen up and glance rightward, where Kate was looking up at him with an impatient frown.
“So are you going to tell me what those stuck-ups were going on about, or…?” she asked.
He knew that he didn’t have any real proof of it, but with everything that was going on, it just seemed to point towards one inescapable conclusion…
“She’s here,” he replied.
“What do you mean ‘she’s he-’”
“Irune’s here.”
Kate’s mouth hung open with an incredulous gape, as the Heliolisk quickly stole a glance about his surroundings before speaking up in a hushed voice.
“We need to keep moving, but it’s the only explanation that makes sense,” he said. “I’ll explain as we go along.”
The Sneasel obliged him, as she kept stealing glances back towards the main strip leading into the army base and he found himself doing much the same.
He wasn’t really sure what this all meant, or if they could really do anything about it.
He just knew that before they left this place one way or another, he needed to know what was really going on.
Author’s Notes:
Alt Title
Kapitel 37 - Erkenntnis*
* ‘Erkenntnis’ can also be used as a term for a legal judgement, especially within the context of the Austrian legal system.
Words and Phrases:
1. Georok - “Graveler”
2. Staffel - A term of one of two levels of organization in Germanosphere militaries: either the smallest unit that is able to operate on its own (as used in the German Air Force), or a type of subdivisional unit that is larger than a platoon but smaller than a Company. In this story. In this story, mentions of ‘Staffel’ refer to the second meaning.
3. Mastifioso - “Mabosstiff”
4. Taktiker - “Tactician”
5. fünf Uhr - “five o’clock”
Dialogue:
D1. “Ich glaube nicht, du elendes Insekt!” - “I don’t think so, you miserable bug!”
D2. “Entschuldigen sie die Unannehmlichkeiten, Herr Nidoking. Frau Sniebel hat sie wohl für jemanden verwechselt den sie-” - “Sorry about the trouble, Herr Nidoking. Frau Sniebel here must’ve confused you for somebody she–”
D3. “Wow, die lassen ja jeden heutzutage Soldat werden.” - “Wow, they’re letting just about anyone be a soldier these days.”
D4. “Ich schwöre zu Göttern, je eher diese ‚Fähnlein Stärke‘-Idioten sich verpissen, desto besser. Es sind erst fünf Minuten vergangen und ich möchte diesen ungebildeten Bauern schon jetzt die Fresse polieren.” - “I swear to gods, the sooner these 'Fähnlein Stärke' idiots piss off, the better. It's only been five minutes, and I already want to smash these uneducated peasants' faces in.”
D5. “Warum zum Teufel machen die so ein Theater um ihren brennenden Mistwagen? Lassen wir wirklich alles stehen und liegen wegen ein paar Idioten in einem Fähnlein, der nicht mal in der Armeeliste steht und mit unsachgemäß gesicherter Munition herumfahren” - “Why the hell are they making such a fuss over their burning crap wagon? Are we really dropping everything for the sake of a few idiots in a detachment that isn’t even on the army roster—and who are going around with improperly secured ordinance?”
Teaser Text:
Newangle City, 24. Herbstmond, 1027 n. d. B.
To Major Vanderkam Metagross'ᵃ,
I was informed that you are the commanding officer presently posted to oversee Fort Jair. Circumstances compel me to send this dispatch ahead of myself to requisition a secure space to house a party of interest on-site amongst your troops. The space is needed the moment that the party of interest arrives, for the duration until my troops and those mobilized for duty on at your base deploy for the frontlines in the coming days.
Whom this party is does not concern you beyond whatever the Generalstab deemed fitting to provide you in other correspondence. I myself am not at liberty to speak frankly about those matters other than that they are of paramount importance to the war effort and their secure custody should outweigh any other concerns you may have, and as his signed and stamped dispatch I have included with this letter indicates, it is the will of His Majesty King Siegmund himself that you prioritize this matter.
As such, security and seclusion from the broader population of soldiers on base will be paramount. Were they not, I would be writing this letter to the head of Port Velhen’s garrison, and content to keep a closer eye while lodging in what remains of my familial quarters there. Any discomfort for the relevant party that may be caused by the space you procure will be a matter that I or my Oberstleutnant will attempt to address as time and circumstance allow. We will review your accommodations and coordinate with you in greater detail upon our arrival.
I don’t know how knowledgeable you are of your current posting, but it should go without saying from my title that I have a particular sway over Port Velhen and its surrounding Grafschaft. The very fort you oversee at the moment is no exception, as should be evident by how it carries the name of the first Graf von Wellenhafen of my family line.
Don’t make things difficult for me or my subordinates. I understand that this is asking a lot on such short notice, but I will not hesitate to utilize whatever means necessary to ensure your compliance.
The fate of our Kingdom and its inhabitants could very well depend on it.
- Letter from Graf von Wellenhafen, Lacan Dragorans to Major Vanderkam Metagross'
a. Vanderkam’s 'sohn' patronym is formed by dropping an 's' for the sake of textual neatness (roughly equivalent to 'Metagrosson' in English). In German, it is convention to render a genitive for a word ending in a 's' sound with an apostrophe. It is preserved here in the shortened formulation for grammatical consistency, even though this would be unlikely to be encountered in actual patronymic surnames in the Germanosphere.
