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“Glorious people and pokemon of the Imperium region,” the Emperor of Mankind announced, adorned in his golden armor and flanked by his equally golden Custodians and elite 4, “The time of the century has come once again. It is time for the Galactic Pokemon league.” The streets of Terra, the capital of the Imperium Region, erupt in applause and cheers for the human champions that will be chosen for the galaxy wide tournament. As the claps and cheers died down, The Emperor continued, “From each branch of the Imperium, there will be one representative from every faction within the Imperium participating in the tournament. The winner shall be crowned the Champion of the Galaxy and given the title of Pokemon master! To the members of the Adeptus Custodes, Astra Militarum, Imperial Inquisition, Adeptus Astartes, Adeptus mechanicus, Adepta Sororitas, and imperial Navy. You have one month to pick your representatives. Have them ready by the end of next month, and present them to the Imperial Palace upon Terra. I shall await our glorious triumph.” The announcement ended as across a million worlds, leaders of the respective factions rushed to get their pokemon ready.
Meanwhile in the Chaos region, they automatically chose the elite 4, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Khorne, and Nurgle along with each of them choosing some of the region's top battlers along with a few individuals living within the region. In the Chaos region, the Elite 4 would constantly vye for regional control and are only united when the region got a champion chosen by the four of them after a battle. The last time this happened was when the region was ruled by Horus who was forced to declare war on the Imperium region after falling under Giratina’s control. Horus died in that war and was (eventually) replaced by Abaddon the Despoiler.
The Ork Region doesn't even have a pokemon league and the orks there are content to just be fighting an endless civil war between multiple warring warlords. Meaning that the galactic league has to make an exception to the region for application criteria. There, any warlord or anyone recognized by a warlord is allowed to enter. The Orks haven’t won a single one of these tournaments since one of them known simply as “The Beast'' competed and won. That particular Ork was never seen or heard from since.
The Necron region hasn't had a different champion for millions of years. It’s just that he has been off at Arceus knows where doing Arceus knows what. The different dynasties have effectively become mini-regions in their own right while he was gone. He has only recently returned to his dynasty to lead his people once again. As for what they did in between all those years, it really depended on the individual Necron and/or dynasty. Trazyn, for example, spent his time expanding his already expansive pokemon and shiny collection.
The Tyranids are never invited to the tournament as literally nobody can understand what they are saying. There is also the slight fact that they are more interested in consuming the galaxy rather than ruling it. Not to mention the fact that the Szarekh the Silent King and champion of the Necrons have effectively declared war on them. Needless to say, nobody other than the Orks and maybe some Drukari wants the Tyranids to compete.
The Craftworld Eldar, who are each living under different Craftworld ships and have been wandering the Galaxy ever since the fall. Having multiple Craftworlds, the Aldari are picked to compete in the tournament by Phoenix Lords of their respective Craftworlds, be a Phoenix lord, or simply meet the qualification of the league set up 10,000 years ago. However, for some reason, no Phoenix Lord chose to compete this year.
The T’au also had a relatively easy time picking out a few representatives as they are a highly organized empire fighting for a single goal with some slight opposition from the Farsight Enclaves. The same could be said about the Dark Eldar though their selection process involved more pain and death in the arenas or chosen by Champion Asdrubael Vect. And Old Ones and Arceus know what goes on in the Halo Stars. Even the Tyranids deemed certain areas of it a no fly zone.
The League’s opening round is a battle royal of all individuals of a region who enter the tournament. It will go on until only 32 participants remain. To enter the tournament, a challenger had to be A gym leader, a member of the Elite 4, have all regional gym badges, or be recognized by a member of the first two groups or the champion. Though champions were allowed to compete in previous years, this year champions were not competing because every century it came down to them and the fans wanted something new. That and the champions wanted a break this century (Abaddon the Despoiler was particularly insistent, something about preparing for a 13th crusade or something).
The league is set to begin in Cadia as ships from all over flood there. The stadium was grand, built to hold multiple battles at the same time but there was one grand battlefield for the opening qualifying round. The over 5,000 competitors approached the field of battle and sent out their pokemon. Among those who stepped into the field along with a few veteran imperial guardsmen, small name Necron warlords, Eldar, Dark Eldar, and even a few space marines (trainers who were trained by the Primarchs originating from the Imperium Region). Others were some big names from across the galaxy.
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“Trazyn,” Trazyn’s long time rival and fellow Necron Orikan asked, “Why, out of everything in your pokemon collection, do you send out your shiny Magikarp?” It was particularly weird as Orikan had his Alakazam out.
“I have my plan, my dear colleague,” Trazyn replied as the beginning horn sounded. “
Trazyn: Magikarp, use splash.
The golden Magikarp hopped high into the sky, leaving a small crater where it once was. The golden fish disappeared into the sky causing the entire stadium to look up.
“Referee! This has to be illegal!” Orikan shouted at the nearest Ref, believing he had seen Trazyn’s plan. The referee took out a rule book, very quickly scanned it, and said to the Diviner, “A-actually, Mr. Orikan, there is nothing in the rules that states Trazyn couldn’t do this. However, if his Magikarp doesn’t come down by the end, he will be disqualified.” Just as the ref finished, the golden fish came back down to the ground leaving a small crater. Immediately following with it jumping again. If Orikan still had eyelids, they would be twitching. With that out of the way, the battle began.
Orikan tried to go back in time using his Dialga’s power to take out Trazyn’s Magikarp in near endless attempts but none of them were in any way successful. Forced to give up, mostly out of frustration, Orikan decides to let the battle commence between everyone else. Everytime Alakazam was knocked out, he would use Dialga to go back in time until he had guaranteed his victory in the qualifying rounds.
Trazyn, meanwhile, was continuing to use splash to extreme levels of effect. The golden Magikarp continued to jump, taking out many of the other competitors’ pokemon.
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On the other end of the field, trainers trained by Nurgle are locked in mortal battles with trainers trained by Tzeentch as the two Chaos Gods are dueling it out on the field. Tzeentch with a Malamar, and Nurgle with a Garbodor.
Tzeentch: Night Slash!
However, the move that was used was Psycho Cut. Nurgle’s Garbodor felt the super effective hit.
Nurgle: Gunk Shot!
The moving pile of garbage raised its arm and shot brown shots towards the overturning pokemon. Tzeentch’s malamar dodged the attack but it left it wide open for a Toxic from Nurgle. However, Tzeentch planned for this. He raised a Tera orb in his hand, gathering energy and then threw it at his Malamar.
The Malamar gained a crystalline texture to it along with an ax in a stump for a hat. Malamar was now a steel type. “All according to my brilliant schemes!” Tzeentch crackled much to the chagrin of Nurgle who knew of Tzeetch’s schemes all too well. Garbodor shared in its partner’s frustrated look.
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???: Clawitzer, Crabhammer!
With a single order from an old but defiant voice, a Clawitzer slammed its oversized claw on a Bisharp on its knees. “Bisharp is unable to battle!” A referee stated, looking at the downed Bisharp. The ork boy stared at his defeated partner, visibly in shock. Not at the Clawitzer that defeated his partner, but at the man commanding it. A man any ork will recognize as a humie that's as cunnin’ and brutal as Ghazghkull himself. The human in question is a commissar of the Imperial Guard with an Ork power klaw as a prosthetic for his right arm. With a slight smile on his face, the Ork stated what the Orks called this particular human: “Ol’ Bale Eye.”
Yarrick took one glance at the ork he had just defeated and quickly turned to face other incoming opponents. Another, much larger, Ork looks at the old Commissar. He and his Tyranitar both smirk upon seeing their old rival and mortal nemesis. Yarrick also looked at the ork warboss and grinned at his rival. Ghazghkull ordered his Tyranitar to use a thunder punch as Clawitzer dodged and counterattacked with a dragon pulse.
Ghazghkull: Ston’ Edge!
Tyranitar punched the ground as giant blue stones rose from underneath the ground.
Yarrick: Clawitzer, use dragon pulse.
Clawitzer prepared a purple beam in its oversized claw and launched it, taking the form of a purple dragon. The beam collided with the rising stones, canceling out both. The two readied for a quick follow up attack against each other.
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“Hanging in there, companion?” Chaos Gym Leader Magnus the Red asked his friend, Elite 4 Captain General “Little Kitten” or “Kitten” for short. Magnus was standing back to back with his old friend and the same could be said about Magnus’s Mismagius and Kitten’s Incineroar. “As much as I ever am, Magnus.”
The two pokemon were back to back, fighting off multiple other trainers and their pokemon.
Kitten: Thunder Punch!
Magnus: Shadow ball!
Incineroar’s fist was charged with electric power as he sent his fist forwards and punched an incoming Araquanid.
Ref.: Araquanid is unable to battle!
Mismagius readied a ball of pure darkness aimed towards a Chandelure, quickly knocking it out.
Ref.: Chandelure is unable to battle!
???: Inteleon, snipe shot on Incineroar.
A small jet of water headed straight for the right of Incineroar’s head.
Kitten: Incineroar, incoming from your right!
Incineroar heard it and immediately moved his head away from the incoming shot as it went behind Incineroar and hit a Mienshao. Kitten moved his head towards the trainer of the Inteleon. It was Commander Shadowsun of the Tau region. His old “friend.” Magnus also looked in that direction. “Your old Tau girlfriend?” He harmlessly asked.
“THAT WAS NOT FUCKING CANNON!” Kitten yelled, physically shaking the entire stadium. Some argue the entire planet.
“Glad to see you remember me,” Shadowsun replied flatly.
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???: Lucario, use swords dance.
Lucario followed his trainer’s order and used swords dance. Again. He has used swords dance 4 times already. Needless to say, Lucario’s attack was through the roof. As for the Lucario’s trainer, it was none other than Imperium Region Elite 4 Primarch Roboute Guilliman. As Lucario finished his swords dance, they continue to search for opponents trying to eliminate them or any incoming stray shots or threats. “I expected to see you here, Rowboat,” Came an ethereal voice. Guilliman immediately knew who it was. The only people in the entire galaxy who call him Rowboat are his brother Fulgrim and his old friend Emissary Yvraine.
“I could say the same to you Rainy,” He replied as he looked at Yvraine and her Dusknoir. As he did, a Bisharp trained by a Drukari assassin prepared to use night slash.
Guilliman: Aura Sphere!
Yvraine: Shadow punch!
Guilliman launched a blue ball of pure aura right at Dusknoir, passing right through it while Dusknoir sent its fist engulfed in shadow energy directly at Lucario but disappeared into a portal at the last minute. The aura sphere struck and defeated the Bisharp as Ducknoir’s shadow punch hit a Hypno that was but a few inches away from striking Lucario used by a trainer who trained under Chaos Gym leader Magnus. Roboute looked at the defeated Hypno and looked at Yvraine. “Thanks for that,” He thanked her and Dusknoir.
“And I could thank you too,” She said, gesturing at the defeated Bisharp. “Oh, and Rowboat?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t get eliminated too quickly, ok? I’m expecting you in the tournament.”
Roboute let out a small chuckle. “I could say the same to you, Rainy.” The battle still wasn’t over as the two friends continued on their way, passing by each other in the process.
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???: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
A Scolipede used megahorn on a Claydol, launching it to the other side of the entire arena. The Claydol’s trainer looked at the defeated Claydol, currently lying on the ground at the other end of the arena. The Scolipede’s trainer simply nodded and petted his pokemon like it was an ancient Terran Growlithe. The trainer was none other than Sly Marbo. Just as they were about ready to continue, an Ork Boy tried to ambush Marbo with a Rampardos.
???: …
Just as the Rampardos was approaching the Scolipede with a head smash, a Ceruledge intercepted it with a solar blade, somehow burning it in the process.
???: …
Before the Rampardos had any time to react, the Ceruledge used bitter blade to finish it off. The Ork boy looked at the trainer of the Ceruledge that took out his pokemon. Upon a single glance of the individual, the Ork Boy was frozen in fear. He looked at an imperial Space Marine wearing black armor engulfed in fire, covered in bones and with a flaming halo above the trainer’s head. The man, if he could even be called that, was part of a group of individuals spoken only in legend. A legend that causes even the bravest of individuals, non-Imperial or otherwise, to be silenced in fear. The trainer was a Legion of the Damned Legionnaire. The Legionnaire looked at Marbo.
Marbo and Scolipede bowed their heads at the legend incarnate in front of him. The Damned Legionnaire and its Ceruledge also bowed their heads at their fellow living legend.
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Khorne: Get back here you whore!
Khorne and his Armarouge were chasing the most recent addition to the Chaos elite 4, Slaanesh. Khorne and her have had a rivalry since she got her first pokemon. Slaanesh does not have the best reputation, even for a resident of the Chaos region. Khorne was particularly angry when Slaanesh defeated and nearly killed Khorne’s best gym buddy, Khaine. And let's not forget the Chain Axe incident a few days back. Needless to say, Khorn was furious.
Slaanesh on the other hand, was giggling maniacally to herself, as was her Hatterene. They had just gotten a lick against Khorne and his Armarouge after hitting him with a moonblast. Armarouge continued to use shadow ball to try and hit Hatterene as Khorne chased Slaanesh around the entire arena, raging or laughing the entire route, running multiple laps around the arena for the entire battle royal. Ironically, the pair’s chase turned the entire edge of the arana into a ring of complete defeat where no pokemon walked out uneliminated.
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???: Sneasler, use dire claw!
A Sneasler’s claw turned purple as it struck a Houndoom trained by a Salamander, quickly poisoning it.
Salamander: Houndoom, are you ok? Use flamethrower!
Houndoom, although heavily damaged, still used flamethrower on the Sneasler. The Sneasler’s trainer simply smirked, knowing the Houndoom was going to be eliminated in the next move. Sneasler jumped out of the way, in prime position for an attack.
???: close combat.
In a fury of slashes, Sneasler eliminated the Houndoom without a scratch. The Sneasler’s trainer smirked. A knowing smirk of an outcome long foretold. It was none other than one of the best single battlers in the entire galaxy, Lelith Hesperax. “Who shall be my next opponent?”
“I will.”
Both trainers looked towards a dark skinned and red eyed man with a Charizard by his side. The Salamander knew exactly who this was. It was the Gym Leader he trained with, Imperial Gym Leader Vulkan. Lelith grinned at the presence of a worthy opponent. Vulkan wore a focused look on his face. He does not have a good history with the Drukari. He will give this battle everything he’s got. Even though this is just the qualifiers.
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“By the time this is done, I will be the greatest Chaos trainer. I swear it! I WILL BE RELEVANT AGAIN!” Nonexistent Chaos trainer Malal cackled manically to himself. Malal’s Spiritomb was taken aback by his trainer’s rage and jealousy. Malal looked around for the next (first) person to feel his wrath. (All his previous targets were taken out by other competitors before his Spiritomb could get a move out). He saw a Tau trainer with a Dragapult by his side.
Malal: Spiritomb, use shadow ball!
Spiritomb launched a shadow ball at the Dragapult. However, just as it was about to hit…
Tau trainer: Phantom force.
The Dragapult disappeared into thin air. Malal was shocked as he looked around for Dragapult to reappear. As soon as Dragapult reappeared, it swiped Spiritomb with its tail.
Tau trainer: Dragon darts!
Dragapult launched two Dreepy out of its head, striking Spiritomb.
Malal: Don’t back down! Use psychic!
The possessed tomb used psychic powers to hold the swarming Dreepys as it threw the two ghosts at Dragapult. The Tau trainer was surprised by the strategy. It wasn’t anything his mentor, Commander Puretide, had taught him. However, he quickly composed himself. He recognized the individual as a member of the Chaos region. “Are you afraid? You should be. For you now bear witness to the might of the greatest Chaos trainer: Malal!”
“Who?” The Tau trainer asked, confused.
Malal was effectively crushed by this as even though the Tau are a relatively new region, they still had some members that knew about Chaos. And especially this particular individual as he carries a sword he got from the Chaos region. This particular Tau was Commander Farsight, leader of the Farsight Enclaves and a Frontier Brain.
Farsight was genuinely confused. He knew about the elite 4 of Chaos and had heard whispers of their champion but not anybody named Malal. If he had to guess, he was but a simple trainer who got into the competition after getting all the Chaos gym badges. However, he was not about to get eliminated by this upstart. Especially not this early.
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Tuska: Bisharp, Continue to foit! Use reversal!
Tuska’s Bisharp readied itself as a metagross used a meteor mash on it. Just as Bisharp endured the hit, it used its fist to unleash a devastating counter attack. The Metagross’s trainer wasn’t fazed in the slightest as he took the opportunity to use earthquake. Bisharp was caught off guard as the ground cracked beneath its feat.
Tuska: Bisharp, quick, jump!
Bisharp jumped above the shaking ground, making Metagross look up. Its trainer, Necron Elite 4 Imotekh the Stormlord, was unfazed.
Imotekh: Zen Headbutt.
In a cold and calculated move, Metagross raised all of his arms and started floating towards Bisharp with its whole body glowing a purple energy. However, it wasn’t about to strike Bisharp. Rather it was only getting close.
Imotekh: Now, use Meteor mash!
Tuska: Poison Jab!
Imotekh was completely taken aback by this. Metagross was completely immune to poison type moves and poison was also weak to psychic types. So why is Tuska trying to accomplish using poison jab? A desperate last strike? Regardless, as Metagross’s arm reached out to Bisharp, it used poison jab on the arm, elevating itself above the Metagross to right above its head.
Tuska: Noight Slash!
One of Bisharp’s blades emitted a dark energy as it then slashed those blades on top of the metallic pokemon, knocking it to the ground. However, Metagross quickly got back up. Imotekh was not happy. “I hate it when I have to fight Orks,” he muttered to himself underneath his breath.
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Alpharius: Alpharius, use grass knot!
A Plusle nicknamed after her trainer tied two blades of grass together at an Aggron’s foot, tripping it to the ground with a thud.
Alpharius: Use nasty plot.
Plusle thought for a bit, and then cackled with a plot ready to be executed. The Aggron lying on the ground felt insulted and quickly got up and tried to crush the Plusle with a mighty stomp. Plusle dodged the attack and readied to attack.
Alpharius: Thunderbolt!
Plusle unleashed a powerful thunderbolt at the enraged Aggron. Before it could react, a bolt of lightning hit the iron armor pokemon. “Aggron is unable to battle!” A ref declared as its trainer returned it to his ball. Nearby, an identical scene played out nearby as a person completely identical to Alpharius took out a Gigalith using a Minun.
That person was actually Alpharius’s secret twin brother Omegon. However, like all the trainers who trained with Alpharius and his legion, they all go by Alpharius. So did all of their pokemon. The part that nobody could figure out (not even members of the Alpha legion) was how each of the pokemon could discern each call of Alpharius.
Angron: RAGE FIST!!!!!1!
Alpharius (the primarch), Omegon, and both electric rodents nicknamed Alpharius looked at their brother whose Annihilape launched a ghastly fist of rage at their Pokemon. They both know what kind of battler Angron is. He and his pokemon are known to enter a blind rage whenever they are in battle. The rage is so great, that they win battles through brute force alone.
Alpharius and Omegon: Alpharius, use helping hand!
The Plusle and Minun moved closer to each other and bro-fisted in a fashion similar to an arm wrestle, readying themselves for the battle to come.
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“This must be interesting,” said Belisarius Cawl, one of the top members of the Imperium’s Adeptus Mechanicus. He and his Morpeko were intrigued by the trainer in front of him.
The one Cawl was up against was once worshiped as a deity. Until it was discovered that it deceived his entire region, then the Necrontyr Region, now the Necron Region, to damnation. Escaping the wrath of those he and his twisted brethren enslaved, the Deceiver wishes to regain the power it once had. Retake the title of Galactic champion for himself. Not for the false god, the Emperor, not for the so-called Champion of the Necron region, Szarekh the Silent King, and most certainly not for the others of his kind, nor the weak Chaos region.
Cawl has long known of the Necron Region and their enslaved deities, the C’tan. He has seen his fellow tech priests awaken Necron tombs to investigate the technology within them. Cawl himself has met and battled quite a few Necron individuals. However, he is now against the most hated of the C’tan. He is really interested in what knowledge he could acquire.
Cawl: Aura wheel.
Morpeko began to run rapidly, forming a hamster wheel out of electricity. The wheel started to roll towards the Deceiver’s Zoroark disguised as a Chandelure. The Chandelure dodged out of the way, leaving Morpeko open.
Deceiver: Night slash.
One of Zoroark (Chandelure’s) Flame lights emitted a dark aura as it struck Morpeko in a slashing motion. Morpeko was knocked off its Aura Wheel.
Deceiver: dark pulse.
The Zoroark (Chandelure) fired a beam of dark energy.
Cawl: dodge with aura wheel.
Morpeko used aura wheel again and dashed in between the attacks of beams. Just as it got close, it hopped out of the wheel as The Deceiver dodged the attack. Putting it in prime position for an attack.
Cawl: brick break.
Morpeko lifted its arm and chopped down in a karate chop like motion, hitting Zoroark. The attack broke through Zoroark’s illusion. The Deceiver was frustrated at this. “How was he able to break through Zoroark’s disguise?!” He thought to himself, unable to see that Cawl figured it out the moment he ordered Zoroark to use night slash.
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Isha: Blissey, use Psychic.
A Blissey picked up an Archeops and slammed it into the ground at full speed. The Archeops was now unconscious in a small crater. It was swiftly eliminated. The Blissey’s trainer then went to pet it. It was none other than accomplished pokemon center nurse, Isha, originally from the Aldari Region. She has since moved to the Chaos region, eventually marrying Nurgle. “I might have to work overtime as the nurse after this,” Isha thought to herself as she looked towards her Blissey who exasperatedly nodded in response.
Just as Isha was getting a hold of herself, a Lopunny used facade on a Probopass. It fell to the ground, defeated. Isha looked at the trainer of the Lopunny. It was none other than Imperial Frontier Brain Saint Celestine. “This tournament is going to be very interesting,” Isha thought to herself.
Celestine looked at her rival from a few tournaments back. She and her Lopunny readied for battle against the accomplished nurse. “I dedicate this victory to The Emperor!” She shouted as her Lopunny began the battle.
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Eldrad: Absol, use facade.
An Absol under the command of one of the best future seers in the galaxy slashed at a Durant used by a seemingly unimportant human. However, its disguise is easily seen through by the experienced seer. The “human” was actually a particularly advanced Genestealer Patriarch. It was a genestealer that can be mistaken for a human. The disguise can only be seen through by the most experienced of imperial inquisitors and seers could distinguish them from actual humans.
However, once Eldrad defeated one of them, over thirty of these particular genestealers appeared. Eldrad and his Absol steeled themselves as thirty perfectly disguised Tyranids ready their assault.
Cain: Jet punch!
A Hero form Palafin punched a Salazzle right in the head, knocking it out. Eldrad looked at the trainer of the Palafin. It was none other than Ciaphas Cain. One of the strongest trainers in the Imperium Region and its hero. He appeared to have come to help him. Eldrad was particularly confused but was reassured when he saw that his Absol sensed no ill intent. “Vale sent me,” Cain told him as he readied to face off against the Genestealers with the Eldar farseer.
That was all Eldrad needed to hear to trust Cain, at least for now. “It seems he’s also here to deal with the Tyranid threat,” Eldrad thought to himself. He wasn’t wrong. If anybody knew about the sheer threat the Tyranids posed, it was the Ordos Xenos branch of the Imperial Inquisition. The branch Cain’s girlfriend, Amberley Vail, just so happens to be a part of. However, she wasn’t competing in this tournament. The two esteemed trainers then readied themselves for battle. They can’t let the Tyranids win this year. Or worse, let genestealers loose upon Cadia and onto new worlds with this tournament. They had to eliminate these special genestealers here and now to send them away without anyone raising an eyebrow or causing unnecessary panic or backlash.
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An inconspicuous human ran away from the battle containing the specific genestealers. However, he was among their ranks. None other than a genestealer patriarch. He and his Escavalier were able to get away from the battle. However, he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Not if a certain inquisitor was concerned. That certain Inquisitor wasn’t going to let this slide.
Eisenhorn: Medicham, use psycho cut.
A Medicham quickly used its arms and legs to cut waves of psionic energy midair and sent them hurtling towards the Escavalier. The Genestealer Patriarch ordered his pokemon to quickly dodge.
Patriarch “Patrick”: Use X-scissor.
Escavalier raised its twin lances in an x-formation and sent a cross of shaped slash towards the veteran Inquisitor’s Medicham.
Eisenhorn: Bullet punch!
Medicham’s hands glowed a steel-like color as he unleashed a rapid barrage of punches breaking the slashes and closing in on the Escavalier.
Patrick: Iron head!
Escavalier slammed its hardened helmet onto Medicham. Medicham blocked with its fists, using the downward momentum caused by the iron head to flip down. Placing him into the perfect position for an…
Eisenhorn: Axe kick!
Medicham’s foot came down on the armored bug like an Axe. Escavalier was knocked back by this but was not out yet. Eisenhorn took a quick glimpse at the billboard. “33 contestants remaining,” it read. It was now or never.
Eisenhorn: Psycho cut!
As Medicham readied his attack, an announcer shouted out. “Finish!” Eisenhorn was shocked. He looked back at the billboard. “32 contestants remaining.” His mind raced as he quickly looked around the arena for any pokemon knocked out. His eyes came upon a golden Magikarp jumping on a Kommo-o belonging to Fulgrim. Eisenhorn was too slow. Though he had got into the competition, he had failed in his task to eliminate the genestealers. He took the opportunity to look towards his collaborators in their efforts against the Tyranid threat. Luckily, Eldrad and Cain are both moving on. If they can’t take care of the threat here and now, then they would have to take out the Tyranid in the tournament and watch for any threat that they would have to face.
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“Alright ladies, gentlemen, and all in between,” The announcer started, “It took a bit, but we have finally nailed down the 32 contestants moving on to the next phase of the tournament!”
“The following contestants are moving on: Necron Collector Trazyn the Infinite, Necron Gym Leader Orikan the Diviner, Chaos Elite 4’s, Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Nurgle, Ork Warboss Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, Imperial Commissar Sebastian Yarrick, Chaos Gym Leader Magnus the Red, Imperial Elite 4 Captain General… (I’m not saying all that) Kitten, Tau Gym Leader Commander Shadowsun, Imperial Elite 4 Roboute Guilliman, Aldari Emissary Yvraine, Drukari Frontier Brain Lelith Hesperax, Imperial Gym Leader Vulkan, Malal, (whoever that is), Tau Frontier Brain Commander Farsight, Ork Warboss Tuska Daemon-Killa, Necron Elite 4 Imotekh the Stormlord, Chaos Gym Leader Alpharius, Alpharius number… 0003, Chaos Gym Leader Angron, Imperial Elite 4 Belisarius Cawl, The Deceiver, Aldari Nurse Isha, Imperial Frontier Brain Saint Celestine, Aldari farseer Eldrad Ulthran, Imperial Gym Leader Ciaphas Cain, Imperial Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn, and… Patrick?” The Announcer appeared confused by the unfamiliar name, but quickly recomposed himself.
“Before we move on to the round robin portion of the tournament, we need to take some time to clean up the arena and give the competitors’ pokemon time to rest. The Competition will move onto the next round tomorrow and the heats will be announced. Until then, ladies and Gentlemen, stay tuned!” The 32 competitors moving on all dispersed into their own small groups or alone. Roboute, Vulkan, Angron, Alpharius, Omegon, and Magnus went with their brothers, Eldrad, Eisenhorn, and Cain went… somewhere followed by Kitten. The rest of the Competitors went their separate ways. As for Patrick, he quickly disappeared without a trace.
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“I believe we all know why we are here,” said the voice of a man clad in golden armor, and flanked by two custodians. It was none other than the Emperor of Man, Champion of the Imperial Region Himself.
“It is part of our reason for being here, my Lord,” Said Captain General Kitten upon entering a VIP hotel room occupied by the Emperor of Man and his custodians. Kitten was quickly followed by Ciaphas Cain, Amberley Vail, Eldrad, and Inquisitor Eisenhorn.
“The Silent one is pleased to see you all take warning seriously,” echoed Necron Triarch member Hapthatra the Radiant. On his right was his fellow Triarch, Mesophet the Shadowed Hand. If there are both Triarchs, the Necrons’ Infinite reaching Champion and Silent King, Szarekh. As if on cue, Szarekh the Silent King walks out from the shadows of the unlit room.
“I believe we can all agree that the Tyranid threat is our most pressing matter here,” said frontier brain Commander Farsight.
“Farsight,” Kitten began, “You’re late.”
“I had to make sure that Patriarch or any of the Genestealers wasn’t following any of us,” He replied rather bluntly.
The Emperor began “Now that everyone is here, let’s discuss our current problem at hand: The Tyranids’ new plan.”