Pokemon : An Unexpected Journey
Chapter no.365 The Battle at the Landfill: Lucario’s Crusade

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[ A Few Minutes Ago ]

[ Old Celadon - Landfill ]

The night sky was clear and full of stars, a perfect scene for the guard to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. He was stationed at the entrance of the landfill, a vast area surrounded by high walls. His job was to keep a watchful eye for any suspicious activity and to protect the landfill from any potential threats.

The guard was wearing a dark uniform, a bulletproof vest, and a cap with the word "SECURITY" embroidered in bold letters. He had a walkie-talkie on his belt, a flashlight in his pocket, and a gun in his holster. He was trained for any situation, but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen.

As he was looking up at the sky, he saw a blue blur coming towards him. He immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie and called for backup. "This is Security Guard number 6, I have a possible intruder approaching, requesting backup."

He released his trusted companion, a Steelix, from his Pokeball, ready to attack. The Steelix emerged from the Pokeball and roared, ready to defend its trainer.

The blue blur got closer and closer, and the guard felt his heart racing. He couldn't see what it was, but he knew it was fast. Suddenly, the blur jumped up, revealing himself to be Lucario. 

" Strong Style: Force Palm !"

Lucario's body exploded out in aura as he launched a force palm, which was so strong that it hit the Steelix and threw it into the giant walls of the landfill, immediately destroying them.

The guard looked at the giant hole and Steelix's knocked-out body in shock. He had never seen such power before. Lucario slowly walked in, and the guard tried to take out his gun, but Lucario glanced at him.

The Guard looked up to see Lucario glancing at him with a blue shine in his eyes.

The fear that enveloped the guard at that moment caused him to piss his pants off.

" Boo !" 

Lucario said as his face moved a little closer to Guard causing the poor man to pass out.

Lucario walked inside, and as he did, he saw many Team Rocket members' Pokemon charging at him. He smirked as his body exploded out in aura, cracking the ground beneath his feet. He knew he could take them all on, and he was ready for anything.

The Team Rocket members' Pokemon were coming at him from all directions. They were different sizes and shapes, but they all had one thing in common: they were ready to fight. 

"I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass." Lucario said while trying to find his bubblegum, " And I'm all out of bubblegum." 

Lucario charged at the Pokemon, his body moving so fast that it created a gust of wind. He used his aura sphere to deflect the attacks and his force palm to knock out the opponents. The sound of Pokemon cries filled the air, and the ground shook with every hit.

Lucario was unstoppable, and the Team Rocket members knew it. They started to retreat, but Lucario wasn't done yet. He chased after them, his aura sphere growing bigger and brighter with each step.

The guard woke up, dazed and confused. He looked around, trying to understand what had just happened. He saw the giant hole in the wall and Steelix's knocked-out body, and he knew he had to report it. He picked up his walkie-talkie and called for backup.

"This is Security Guard number 6, we have a breach in the landfill, requesting backup. We have a powerful Pokemon on the loose, and it's not friendly."

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In the dead of night, the moon shone eerily above the desolate landscape, casting long, twisted shadows across the ground. The bitter wind howled relentlessly as if mourning the dark deeds that had transpired beneath its watchful gaze. The Team Rocket base, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, lay nestled deep within the bowels of the earth, a festering wound upon the land. Its denizens, clad in the crimson uniforms that marked them as agents of darkness, scurried about like rats, their hearts devoid of mercy or compassion. They reveled in their perverse experiments, their laughter echoing through the dank, claustrophobic tunnels like the cackles of demons.

A storm was brewing, one that would tear through the Team Rocket base with fury as cold and unrelenting as the wind outside. The harbinger of this storm was Lucario, a proud and ancient warrior, his fur gleaming like steel under the moonlight. His eyes burned with righteous anger, the fire of justice blazing within his heart. As he approached the entrance to the base, the wind seemed to whisper his name, urging him forward into the abyss.

The first wave of Team Rocket grunts stood no chance against Lucario's overwhelming power. His aura flared to life, a vibrant blue glow that surrounded his body like a shield. He moved with the grace of a dancer, his feet barely touching the ground as he darted between his opponents. The air was filled with the anguished screams of the grunts and the desperate cries of their Pokémon, as Lucario unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks. His fists and feet struck with the force of a thousand hammers, shattering bones and reducing his enemies to crumpled heaps of flesh and blood.

The base began to shake, its very foundations trembling under the relentless onslaught of Lucario's fury. Walls crumbled, and ceilings collapsed, as the once-impenetrable fortress was reduced to rubble. Lucario's aura burned brighter and hotter, its radiance casting strange, otherworldly shadows across the walls. The flickering light revealed the gruesome nature of the experiments being conducted within the base, a macabre gallery of mutilated Pokémon and tortured humans that twisted the stomachs of even the most hardened Team Rocket members.

As Lucario ventured deeper into the base, the air grew colder and more oppressive. The stench of death and decay filled his nostrils, a sickly miasma that clung to the walls like a shroud. The darkness seemed to close in around him as if trying to swallow him whole. Yet he pressed on, his aura shining like a beacon of hope in the black abyss.

The second wave of Team Rocket grunts awaited him in a cavernous chamber, their faces twisted into cruel, mocking sneers. They summoned their most powerful Pokémon, the monstrous creatures snarling and roaring with bloodlust. Lucario stood his ground, his aura flaring even brighter as he braced himself for the impending battle. The chamber was plunged into chaos, as Lucario and the Team Rocket Pokémon clashed in a brutal, no-holds-barred brawl. The air was thick with the sounds of bones cracking, flesh tearing, and cries of pain, as each combatant fought tooth and nail to overcome their opponent.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Lucario's resolve never wavered. With each enemy he vanquished, his aura grew stronger and more intense. The chamber was filled with the acrid smell of singed fur and burnt flesh, as Lucario's aura burned through his opponents like wildfire. His movements were swift and lethal, leaving a trail of broken bodies in his wake. The grunts watched in horror as their prized Pokémon were reduced to lifeless husks, their once mighty forms now battered and broken beyond recognition.

As the last of the Team Rocket Pokémon fell, the grunts cowered in terror, their confidence shattered by the unstoppable force that was Lucario. They begged for mercy, their voices choked with fear and despair. But Lucario's heart was as cold and unforgiving as the wind that blew outside, and he showed no compassion for those who had brought so much suffering to innocent lives.

The final confrontation took place in the deepest recesses of the base, a hidden sanctuary where the masterminds behind the horrific experiments conducted their vile business. They were a grotesque assembly of twisted souls, their eyes gleaming with malice and madness. They commanded an army of genetically enhanced Pokémon, each one a nightmarish fusion of flesh and machine, created with the sole purpose of inflicting pain and destruction.

The battle that ensued was unlike any that had come before it. The air crackled with electricity as both sides unleashed their full power, the ground shaking and quivering under the sheer force of their attacks. The walls were painted with blood, as the combatants tore into one another with a savagery that defied all reason. The very air seemed to hum with a palpable energy, as Lucario's aura clashed with the twisted powers of the monstrous Pokémon.

But Lucario was undeterred by the horrors that he faced. He fought with a ferocity and determination that could only be born from the purest of convictions, his aura burning like a supernova in the darkness. The genetically enhanced Pokémon, for all their strength and brutality, could not withstand the righteous wrath of a warrior guided by the hand of justice. One by one, they fell to Lucario's relentless assault, their twisted forms collapsing in a tangle of limbs and wires.

The masterminds behind the experiments, now faced with the full force of Lucario's vengeance, quivered with fear. They knew that they were no match for the indomitable spirit of the ancient warrior, their wicked machinations crumbling to dust in the face of his unyielding resolve. As Lucario's aura enveloped them, searing away their twisted souls and leaving nothing but ash in its wake, their screams echoed through the crumbling ruins of their once-impenetrable fortress.

In the end, Lucario stood victorious amongst the ruins of the Team Rocket base, his aura pulsating with the power of a thousand suns. The wind outside had died down, as if in deference to the warrior who had brought an end to the darkness that had festered beneath its gaze. The night was silent, save for the distant cries of the spirits of those who had been lost, now free to find peace in the afterlife.

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In the heart of the forest, where shadows stretched long and dark, Austin's Pokémon were caught off guard by the appearance of the Legendary Pokémon, their bodies trembling and weak as they struggled to stand firm against Articuno's chilling aura. The air grew colder as if the very breath of death itself had descended upon the area, casting its icy tendrils into the hearts of man and beast alike.

Giovanni watched with a mixture of awe and dread as the ethereal Articuno unfurled its mighty wings, each feather shimmering with an unnatural, otherworldly glow. With each beat of its wings, the Blizzard intensified a relentless storm that threatened to swallow the forest whole. Before long, the once lush and verdant landscape was transformed into an unyielding, frozen wasteland, every creature encased in a tomb of ice.

As the last of the Pokémon were frozen in place, their bodies contorted in silent screams of agony, Giovanni reveled in his victory, his laughter echoing through the frost-ridden air like the howls of a specter. His gaze fell upon Austin, who had somehow managed to survive the onslaught, protected by a crimson aura that surrounded him like a shield of defiance.

"Well, it seems you have lost," Giovanni sneered, his voice dripping with malicious delight. "Why not abandon this futile quest for vengeance and join me? I'm certain I can find a suitable position for someone of your caliber." His words slithered through the frozen air like a serpent, seeking to ensnare its prey.

Yet, Austin's response was one of unwavering determination, as he raised a single, defiant middle finger towards the sky. "You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder!" His voice was a guttural growl, each word dripping with the promise of retribution.

The air hung heavy with tension, a palpable force that seemed to seep into the very marrow of their bones. 

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

The changing weather patterns are subject not only to many meteorological phenomena but also the actions of countless Pokemon from Hippopotas to the legendary Kyogre. More confusing still, the future as a whole is subject to billions of individuals who can alter it in countless tiny ways. And although some say gods and legends can foretell the future as easily as the past, it seems impossible that a mere evolution of Eevee could be capable of such perception.

And yet, unlike Xatu, consulted only in the narrow field of matters of state for Alph, an Espeon's fur grants them not only the power to predict the weather, but to foretell even the personal lives of people with surprising accuracy decades down the line. Indeed, so common is this belief that humans who can predict the future (or charlatans who claim this ability) are often called ESPers, a term which derives from Espeon.

An Espeon's future sight is a useful gift and a horrible curse. They can indeed comfort some through knowledge of pleasant fates or improve their own life this way, and weather predictions make them prized among many. But it is also true that they must see in vivid detail the moment of their deaths, and if they avoid one death a different one will surely show. Their ability to predict the weather is little better, for although rain and clear skies grow less perceptible as time goes on, an Espeon's fur shows them the moment billions of years away at which the sun boils the oceans even more clearly than it does tomorrow's storms.

There are very few people who realize that Espeon fur is not lavender, but bright green, for rare is the Espeon who allows their fur to grow at all.

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