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Oga stood there for quite some time, merely taking in the current situation. A giant tree Pokémon seemed to be… protecting this girl.
“Oga! Snap out of it, man!” Shien urged, causing the veteran to shake his head and become a bit more alert, “What the- hey! Look out from below, everyone!”
Shien noticed two squirrel Pokémon causing mischief from above. One was a flying squirrel Pokémon that was stretching out its arms and attempting to electrocute the grunts, and another relatively large squirrel Pokémon that was pouncing down onto other grunts to potentially distract or even wound them.
Namely Shien.
He pried the Pokémon off of his face and, in his anger, sent out his Nidorino to deal with it. He scoffed.
“Tch, this is stupid. But that’s probably the girl Giovanni was talking about,” Shien told Oga, “The other three will try to stop the tree. I’ll fight this one, you take care of the flying squirrel, and we’ll reconvene to take care of the tree with the group.”
Oga hesitated but nodded. He took his Poké Ball and sent out his trusty Bouffalant. It mooed upon release, stomping its hooves at the flying squirrel.
“Bouffalant, this one can fly. Be careful,” Oga warned. Bouffalant nodded and snarled. It charged toward the squirrel, who grinned smugly and flew up into the air to evade attack. It then encased itself and electricity and tried to tackle the Bouffalant, but the Bash Buffalo Pokémon sidestepped. Not losing its momentum, however, the squirrel swerved upwards rather than crashing into the ground. Although the electricity encasing its body was gone, it was still ready for battle and it readied its wings for what seemed like an Aerial Ace attack.
Before Bouffalant could react, the flying squirrel Pokémon had created a large gash across its torso. Bouffalant whinnied in pain, and Oga had seen enough.
“Alright partner, time to pull out the Stone Edge. Let’s end this!” Oga commanded. Bouffalant nodded in understanding and stomped on the ground. Suddenly, massive pointed rock structures emerged from the ground and rose up faster than the flying squirrel Pokémon was able to avoid them. One of them struck the squirrel, causing it to flinch and fall to the ground.
So I was right… it was a flying type, probably a Flying-Electric dual typing of some variety… Oga pondered, That’s so interesting… the only Flying-Electric type we know of in the Kanto region is the legendary Zapdos… but it makes sense, considering the Kanto region is the least diverse in the world…
Upon confirmation of its victory, Bouffalant cheered and Oga pressed the button on his Poké Ball, recalling the buffalo Pokémon. He then glanced at Oga, who had already defeated the other squirrel. The girl had taken notice of the two fainted squirrel Pokémon, so she rushed over and took two Poké Balls. She recalled them and gazed at them sadly.
“Poor things…” she lamented, then turning to the tree Pokémon, “Come on, Trevenant… please, get us out of this mess…”
“Wh-what the hell…?” a male grunt with green hair stammered, watching as his Raticate simply phased through the tree Pokémon, “My attacks aren’t doing anything!”
“Heh heh heh…” the girl giggled, “You’re supposed to be the best of the best, right? Don’t you know Normal-type attacks don’t affect Ghost-types?”
“It’s Ghost-type?!” a female grunt with blonde hair was a little taken aback, “I don’t have anything that can do damage against Ghost-types…”
“Ugh, I’ve had enough of this!” a male grunt with black hair stomped angrily. He recalled his Kangaskhan and charged at the girl and swiftly karate-chopped her neck. She groaned and passed out as the man grinned wildly and picked her up by the collar of her shirt with his right hand. He then took a switchblade knife out of his pocket with his left and put it up against the girl’s throat.
“Hey, tree bastard! Make one wrong move and this bitch is good as dead!” the grunt warned.
“You dumbass!” the green haired one cried out, “Archer said to kill the Lion of Viridian, and that’s definitely not her! This is the other girl he was talking about, and he said to capture her, not kill her!”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about what Archer says!” the man shouted, still remaining firm, “That fuck can die and the world would be a much better place.”
Suddenly, a rock came hurling from the distance, striking the man’s hand and causing him to drop his switchblade and shout out in pain.
“First off,” Shien started in front of his Rhyhorn, who seemed to be the attacker, “You’re incredibly brave to say such things about Mr. Archer. Oh, sorry, did I say brave? I meant stupid.
“Additionally, I think it best that we follow our orders on this mission,” he flashed a menacing look, “Wouldn’t you agree?”
The black haired grunt shuddered fearfully.
“...Whatever…” he managed to say.
“Good,” Shien nodded complacently, “Keep her there. We’ll find a way to deal with the tree.”
Shien sent his Rhyhorn over to the so-called Trevenant, but was promptly wiped out when it encased its arm in vines and swatted the Spikes Pokémon away, hitting a tree before it fainted. Shien grimaced as the creature began to target the grunts.
“Oga!” the green haired grunt cried out to the man, panting as he tried to avoid the massive tree Pokémon’s deadly attacks, “Your Bouffalant’s still kicking, right?”
He glanced down at the Poké Ball. Yep. Bouffalant was alive and well, and might be able to land at least a few blows on that thing. But something stopped him. He couldn’t bring himself to walk, let alone throw his Poké Ball at the terrifying beast before him. He thought for a moment, wondering why it was he simply couldn’t do it. It struck him.
He remembered the young bug catcher. He remembered how they cried, how they cursed at him. Then he looked at the tailed girl. He looked down and sighed. He saw too much of the bug catcher in her.
No.
I can’t do this.
I just can’t do this.
I promised myself I wouldn’t.
He threw his Poké Ball and released Bouffalant, and it rammed into the grunt holding the girl without Oga needing to say anything. Their link in that moment was almost telepathic. Before the other grunts could react, Oga dashed over and took the girl in his arms. He fumbled around in her bag, found an empty Poké Ball - presumably the tree Pokémon’s - and recalled the creature. He then made way towards
“Oga?! What-” Oga was already out of Shien’s view before he could question the man further. In anger, he stomped his foot.
“After him! This is mutiny!” Shien said to the other grunts, all of whom nodded and pursued the man. Shien groaned.
You bastard… you promised…
Oga looked back to see Shien and the other grunts trying to catch up to him. He found himself out of the forest and in Pewter City in no time. Realizing there wasn’t much time left, he barged into a Pokémon Center.
“Nurse Joy! There are grunts tail-ending us! Please lock the door!” Oga begged, causing other trainers to look up from what they were doing.
“S-sir, but you are- I mean, well…” the tender to the Pokémon Center stammered.
“Please! There’ll be at least three high ranking grunts in this Center if you don’t!” Oga warned. The Nurse Joy hesitated but eventually complied, pressing a button and causing the Pokémon Center to go on lockdown.
“They’re all locked,” Nurse Joy informed, now looking at the squirrel girl, “Now, who’s this?”
“She’s a girl we found in the Viridian Forest,” Oga informed, glancing down at the girl he just threw away his career for, “She was being hunted down by the others, but I couldn’t join them. Can you help her?”
“I…” the Nurse Joy stammered, “I can try.”
The nurse took the girl’s body and rushed her to a back room. Oga tiredly sat down, taking in the whole situation on a nearby sofa.
“Haha…”
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A woman looked down upon the man during his self-reflection and cackled. She seemed to have animal ears of some sort, with long white hair and sharp fangs.
“It’s not every day a member of Rocket defects. You’re a rarity, you know?”
Oga ignored her and shook his head.
“They won’t forgive this, I hope you realize,” she sat down next to him with a cocky smirk, “They see you as a threat now. They’re gonna try to take you down.”
“...I accept that burden,” Oga murmured, “I never wanted to work with them, anyways.”
“Hm? Never wanted to work with them?” the white haired woman repeated curiously, “Why’s that?”
“That is something that is of none of your concern,” Oga replied. The girl once again laughed.
“Oh, but it is,” she grinned, “I don’t know if you know me, but I’m Shishiro Botan. Surely you’ve heard of the Lion of Viridian?
“Yep. That’s me.
“And I’m gonna destroy Rocket, no matter what it takes.”