Pokemon WAR- plans for NO.12: Gundogs

          Brock straightened his oxygen mask and pulled up on the throttle of 
his Cocktail fighter.  “Wa-hey, Red Raven to Chocolate Starfish, I’m goin for 
the gold…”  Brock looked off his portside window to see a PRIME fighter peel off 
the group and dive toward an aerial conflict only 2 miles below them.  “10 David 
to BCC Tech One, gonna take em down!”  Brock had now peeled from his squadron 
toward the Gundam.  “This one’s all yours, Starfish!”  ‘Red Raven’ had fallen 
toward the side of the line, as Brock (Chocolate Starfish) flew past.  The 
Gundam was swooping low over the hills of Kanto.  A redneck Lapras looked up to 
see a huge gundam roar overhead.  “Well, I’ll be a dog-gone horse-shooin monkey-
eatin tailpipe-smokin rug-st—“Brock’s Cocktail fighter had just swooped down low 
over the redneck’s trailer and knocked it over.  Ash looked in the Gundam’s rear 
camera monitors to see the Convent jet following him.  This was it.  Brock had 
Ash’s gundam dead in his sights.  His trigger finger twitched maniacally over 
the button.  Suddenly, ash’s face came over the Comlink.  “Brock! Stop!”  “Ash?” 
said Brock, taking his hand off the trigger.  “Well fine then! Keep your socks 
on!”  Red Raven was alongside Brock now, guns blazing wildly at Ash’s Gundam.  
Going into its death spiral, the gundam bounced a little before plowing into he 
ground, leaving a huge trench behind it.  

 

          Smoke rose from the gundam as ash and pikachu crawled out of the 
cockpit.  Standing up, ash saw the two fighter jets streaking across the sky.  
Sirens were heard in the distance, as fire trucks emerged from over the hill.  
The first one to arrive, an American Lafrance 2000 Pumper, stopped and squirtles 
began to jump out of its cab.  Ash and pikachu were escorted to an ambulance to 
be scanned for broken bones as the watched thin streams of water, both from the 
mouths of squirtles and fire hoses, drench the wreckage of the Gundam.  Misty 
walked around from the driver’s seat of the ambulance.  “Uhh, Ash? What 
happened?”  “Brock gunned me down” he replied.  “Brock? Oh right, that weird guy 
who always closed his eyes! Been a long time…”  “It’s been two months” said ash, 
a big sweatdrop appearing on his head.  “Anyway” said misty, finishing her 
analysis, “You and pikachu are both clear.  No broken bones.  Ash?” 

But ash wasn’t listening.  He was looking at Brock, making streaks across the 
sky…

TO BE CONTINUED