Group RP Pokémon Fusion: Rise of the Hybrids (IC Thread)

Boreas glared at one of the grunts in particular, who in turn was sweating bullets despite the bitter cold. He knew this one. This was the one that deceived him. He continued to glare at this one, silently demanding a reason not to finish him off. A shout drew his attention back to the Golduck. He looked over in time to see him swipe a piece of plastic off of one of the humans. Boreas smirked as he pressed one tail tip against the grunt’s stomach. One of his rescuers had apparently found something of interest.

ZAP!

Worth it, Boreas thought.

The grunt he seemed to be attempting to murder with his gaze alone slumped to the floor, paralyzed from the point-blank electric shock. It hadn’t been enough to kill, and in this instance, the Ninetails was okay with that. He couldn’t afford to spend the extra energy required to finish them off after all. He did, however, sport a satisfied smirk as he followed after the Golduck. It seemed he had a destination in mind.

“You know what? I wish they had made me a Psychic Type just so I could find out from one of them exactly what they’ve done to me besides turning me into an Electric Type.”

 

The Hitmontop went into the room first, and Beryl slowly shuffled in behind him, holding her head in her paws. Even though she didn't have much of a choice at the time, she was starting to regret overdoing it with her psychic powers. Still, she tried her best to focus on the task at hand. This room looked the same as it did from the outside. Completely empty. Aside from the door they just came through, there was no way in, and no way out. Still, the other hybrid seemed adamant that this was where the humans came in.

Beryl's train of thought was broken as the Hitmontop spoke again. "Hey, take a look at this. These look like the same strange buttons on the outside. I might not know much about human technology and how it works, but I am willing to bet that these things can help us get out somehow."

Sure enough, as Beryl looked back, she saw another pair of buttons, identical to the ones she'd accidentally pressed before. How had she not noticed them until now? "Let's try it." She reached out and pressed the upwards-facing triangle again. She was expecting it to open another door somewhere, but much to her surprise, the door they came in through began to close.

"There they are! Stop them!"

The footsteps of several Team Rocket grunts echoed through the hallway, getting closer and closer. The door sealed itself shut just in time, right before the grunts managed to reach them. Beryl could hear them outside, trying to force their way in. For a moment, she thought that they'd been cornered, but all of a sudden the room began to move. This caught her completely off guard. She stumbled over to the wall, leaning on it to keep her balance.It felt like it was taking them upward.

"You said this place was underground, right? That means this must be bringing us to the surface."

She let out a sigh of relief. She had a feeling that they weren't quite out of the woods yet, but they were at least a little bit closer to escape.

 

The facility's shadowy corridors greeted Kyanis as they opened their eyes once again, released from their Poké Ball. With a graceful turn, they faced the blue-haired admin, wings and ribbons folded intently along their body to emphasize sleekness. The crystallized beads of their tail even closed in on themselves to form a more orderly formation, almost like a two-prong ribbon.

"Subject AC-144-06." her voice commanded. They bowed, keeping their eyes trained on their superior, prepared for their orders. "A group of Spliced Pokémon have escaped from their enclosure, and will arrive soon. I want you to cut them off and return them here, by any means necessary."

That meant through combat, most likely. Combat against some other less fortunate subjects. Some more rebellious subjects.

"Do not let us down."

They gave a firm nod. One flap of their wings, and Kyanis soared off towards where they were directed to, leaving behind an echo of their cry - to the humans, a clinkling noise like a Cryogonal's, but sharp and bright like a bird of prey. There was no warble - just the way the scientists liked it. The way Kyanis liked it.

As if I ever would.

 

Boreas had already been on the move when the golem spoke, but he could still hear her. She was a Psychic Type? Too bad he hadn't known that a little sooner. Still, the fact she was a Psychic type meant they had one other option than to sift through the memories of these humans. From the sound of it, she was stopped before she could find out anything.

"You could just try jogging my memory when we have the time," he pointed out to her. "Can't say that I'm sure which is more important: filling in the blanks or getting out of here." Of course, that only really mattered if they were going to find out before they left, especially in a way that hindered their escape.

Either way, it was a gamble, so he would leave that for the others to decide.

Boreas stared into the open room. At first glance, it seemed normal, but Boreas had been in one like this at least once since his capture. As he stepped inside, he looked near the door on the inside of the room. Sure enough, there was a panel there, which confirmed his suspicion that it was a "moving room."

Before he could voice his concerns on whether or not it would be able to support their combined weight, a sharp cry drew his attention. He couldn't be sure if the others had heard it since he couldn't pinpoint its direction. Perhaps it had come from down the hall, or maybe it had come from somewhere above. Regardless, something the one guarding him had said echoed in his head.

“Either you’ll manage to escape, or you’ll get used by one of the higher ups.”

"Sounds like a fight is coming," he warned, frowning with concern. "The last time the human that was guarding me tried to convince me to behave, she said something about me getting used by one of the 'higher-ups,' so it wouldn't surprise me if we go up against someone like us." There DEFINITELY wasn't time to jog his memory of the event.

 

Boreas had to admit, hiding on top of the moving room was brilliant idea. Clearly, the Golduck had known more about it than he did. The room moved with cables that either pulled it upward or lowered it. When it stopped, he watched attacks fly past the hole their friendly green giant had made.

He was the next one to jump down, taking a place next to the Golduck. So long as he kept the water type away from his line of fire, he could make use of what the humans had put in him. He let loose a blast of lightning that went wide, missing the Cloyster he had been aiming at and hitting the trainer instead.

"Oops," Boreas uttered with no hint of remorse, making it abundantly clear that he didn't have full control over where the Thunder landed. The Cloyster tried to react but was knocked out by a second volley of lightning. "That's better."

HIs efforts were rewarded with a sudden stream of flames whizzing pass his head. His gaze focused on a certain Camerupt. His human partner was standing behind him, having adopted the grin of a Meowth.

"Miss me?" the Camerupt asked

"Missing an attack on purpose? What are you up to?" Boreas asked, an amused grin across his vulpine muzzle.

"Marget. How nice of you to join us," one of the rockets told the Camerupt's trainer. At this, the woman dropped her grin.

"Stuff it. Recapturing the Ninetails is my job," she retorted. "Unless you want it going Mega again?" She smirked lightly as the grunt paled. "Didn't think so." Overhearing this exchange, Boreas frowned with concern.

Sadly, this was not a time to ask questions. However, with there were two things he was sure of, it's that this woman who had been guarding him had a plan of getting herself out of here, and what she was talking about had something to do with his blackout.

 

Kyanis kept their gaze unflinchingly forwards as a Seviper and several other Pokémon flew past them from the Bulldoze, the shockwaves simply passing by them with their Levitate. They watched as a burst of electricity sparked behind the hulking Spliced in front, illuminating several other of the experiments behind them. A different grunt stepped forward to deal with the electric one, whilst the Bulldozing giant had stopped for a moment before coming at them.

So these are who the admins needed taken care of. Time to make this quick.

As the giant hurtled towards them, Kyanis closed their eyes. With a raise of their wings, a frigid Mist began to flood the room. While they didn't have Smokescreen, this would have to be enough cover for their next move. Their wings, crystallized and hardened for such a manoeuver, began to gleam under the dim lights as they prepared for a Steel Wing attack. Kyanis readjusted their position - good, ribbons in check, tail kept together - and launched themself at their targets in the distance, rushing right past the hulking giant. That fiery-looking creature in the distance will have to go down first.

 

Around the time that Mist had started to fill the room, Boreas’ Snow Warning had kicked in, sending pieces of ice flying about. He wasn’t the only one in this mess, so he had to try his best to help while also defending himself. The glow of the spheres adorning his body pierced the mist as he summoned an aurora that wrapped around the trio of escapees like a suit of armor.

“Looks like those two will be kept busy,” Margret noted. “Guess I didn’t need to bring an ace in the hole to keep them at bay after all.” Boreas eyed the Camerupt curiously.

“Don’t look at me. I know about as much as you, and I still wouldn’t tell you anyway,” the Camerupt responded.

“Camerupt, Sunny Day!” On Margret’s command, Camerupt launched a miniature sun from the volcano, which enveloped the ceiling in artificial sunlight. Perhaps they were more serious than thy let on.

Still, was rain the right play to make next? A quick glance toward the Golduck said otherwise. Wait, was that an ice bird?

“Did they really send an ice bird after us?” he asked. “I thought humans were supposed to be smart.”

“They’re smart enough to catch you.” The Camerupt’s comment was rewarded by Boreas summoning a blizzard. Margret was forced to take cover behind the camel Pokémon lest she get frozen, a fate the Fire Type was soon met with.

The Camerupt did not stay frozen long, however. The ice cracked and shattered, much to Boreas’ annoyance.

“How very cold of you,” Camerupt quipped.

“Fire Blast!” That one command told Boreas all he needed to know: there would be no holding back. If he wanted out, he had to beat a near perfect counter to himself, and possibly alone. If he broke away to help the others, he was going down.

Luckily, he had no intention of holding back.

The Camerupt launched a fireball from his mouth. Boreas could feel the searing heat as he jumped to one side, narrowly avoiding it as it exploded behind him.

“Get ready for rain!” the Ninetails called out to the Golduck. He had no choice in the matter if he wanted to win: summon rain or get hit with a powered up Fire Blast. There was no way he could take one of those without being at full strength.

Of course, he had no way of knowing about the Golduck’s ability

 

As the Golduck hybrid struggled back to his feet, Kyanis only continued closing in, the clack of their sharpened claws and the icy pebbles raining around them forming a cacophony of clatters. A Fire Blast from a coworker erupted behind them, the embers reflecting off their frozen feathers as the steely effect faded from their crystallized wings.

Their opponent appeared to have some fight left in him, what with his rhetorical question. Kyanis almost wanted to snark back, their eyes narrowing at the comment. But the mission came first, of course. After all, their tests had more than taught them how to deal with this little resistance. They let him finish his question, then spread their wings again.

"Your revolution is only going to cause more trouble for the both of us, subject. Stand down while you still can," they commanded. While they knew - and the spliced before them probably also did - that words wouldn't defuse the situation whatsoever, they had to make their point clear, as per protocol.

What would likely soon follow was the part Kyanis was actually trained for - back to the battle. Now that they no longer had the element of surprise on their side, and a type disadvantage very much present in their imminent showdown, they were quick to swoop back to the air with a Fly. They proceeded to pick up speed, darting in and out of range of the Golduck hybrid before them, attempting to draw out his next move while they appeared to have the mobility advantage.

 

“Thanks,” Boreas thanked the golem.

“Guess I’ll be taking that risk after all,” Margret said as she held a Pokéball. “Eevee!” The ball popped open, releasing an Eevee, but not like any Boreas had ever seen.

This one stood on two legs with some portions of her body having black fur. A pair of aura sensing nodes hung from her head. The fact that she was yet another hybrid was not what bothered Boreas. What bothered him was how young she was. She had to be just old enough to survive without her family.

Just how long had they kept her here? How close had she come to death?

“You brought that Eevee?! She’s still undergoing rehab!” one of the other grunts reminded her.

“Would you rather that I didn’t have a back-up plan?” Margret retorted. Still, with two of the Spliced teaming up, the tide of battle had already turned for the Camerupt. She knew that one unevolved Spliced would not save him.

Boreas, meanwhile, had his own problem. The sudden introduction of the spliced Eevee left him in whirlwind of his own emotions. Outrage against the humans, and sorrow and sympathy for the Eevee before him. He could feel the stone in his chest growing warmer.

“Calm down.” Boreas blinked in confusion. Whose voice was that? “You need to calm down. If you don’t, then your new friends will be in danger.” Of course. The Psychic type that had teleported with her.

Heeding his advice, he inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily, trying his best to calm down. It was clear that the Eevee’s presence had shaken him.

“There’s something wrong with that one,” she stated.

“We know,” the Camerupt responded.

“I will handle the Eevee. You take care of Volcano Humps,” Boreas stated.

“Sand Attack! Earth Power!” At Margret’s command, the Eevee brought her foot back and kicked the floor, instantly turning a portion of it into sand while also launching it for Boreas’ face. Reacting quickly, the Ninetales used his tails to block the sand.

Meanwhile the Camerupt reared up on his back legs before slamming his front feet onto the floor. The Golem might notice the floor beneath her cracking before exploding. Boreas launched yellow rings of electricity hoping to paralyze the Eevee. Instead, they went wide and hit a grunt.

“Happy accident,” he admitted.

 

The newly dubbed Mr Humps snorted in annoyance. "I don't approve that nickname," he retorted before exhaling a jet of flames at the other Ground-Type.

Boreas launched another Thunder Wave at the Eevee. He didn't want to hurt her if he didn't have to, and the chances were good that she didn't fully know what she was doing. The Eevee tripped and caught herself with one arm, but still managed to dodge the second Thunder Wave.

"Hesitating, are we?" Margret asked with a smile that almost seemed cruel. Perhaps to the others it was cruel, but Boreas wasn't buying the cruelty. This human's aid hadn't been an act, but this was. No, this was a smile of confidence. "Force Palm." Boreas was too stunned to move at first as the Eevee built up power in one of her palms and jumped into the air.

At the last possible moment, Boreas broke from his stupor and leapt to one side, narrowly avoiding the Super-Effective move as it smashed into the floor. The close proximity left the Eevee open for a Thunder Wave, but instead Boreas leapt backwards before a follow-up could come. Act or not, the human was serious about not letting them leave without a fight. He underestimated the young hybrid, and it almost costed him.

"And here I thought you wanted to escape," Mr Humps mocked as he noted Boreas' struggle. The Ninetales hybrid grimaced at the stinging remark. Fighting this way was only going to lose them the battle.

 

The icy white mist around the battlefield began to morph into dark smog as their Spliced opponent began to sputter out defensive smoke. Kyanis growled in frustration as their line of sight slowly began to fog up with the sooty air. The sound of the battle raged on around them, the crash of some projectile ringing through the air. No good. They could neither hear nor see their target.

At this point, any sane Pokémon in the fight would call in an ally, or turn the tide to focus on the major getaway. Any single Spliced Pokémon, no matter how controllable or with how many issues, usually warranted full teams to go after them, and that fiery duck definitely had more allies.

But this was their mission.

They couldn't fail.

They WOULDN'T fail.

With a screech of rage, Kyanis dove to the ground in a risky play. Spreading their wings wide, they began to beat them at a chillingly fast pace. Their crystallized wings lowered the temperature of the gusts they created, creating an Icy Wind to hopefully clear away both the Mist and Smokescreen. Their eyes stayed wide, alert, and angry, seeking out the fires of their opponent - but keeping them a literal sitting duck as they searched for the one that got away.