Mixturing Moves

Chapter 11: Infiltrating the Acropolis Base.

. . .

Somewhere within the world of Solark, lies the Snowy Mountain as most Pokemon would call it. White flakes shower down upon the mountain due to the glorious weather covering the pathway instantly. Within the mountain, there's a high tech base, being protected from the outside by two Weaviles and two bipedal anteater-like creatures with a beige face and a red fur with yellow stripes looking like molten lava: Heatmors. The Weaviles seem to be in front of the entrance, wielding silver handguns while the Heatmors carry black sniper rifles on the roof. All of them are wearing headsets as they patrol the area.

Deep within the base lies two bipedal humanoid-like creatures with metallic white hands and a red samurai-based body, standing parallel to each other while wielding a red spear: Bisharps. One of the Bisharp has a small bag around his waist as they guard a large glass container a peculiar-looking sword inside. One of the Bisharps looks at the ginormous container, scratching the side of his head into curiosity.

"Hey Jefferson." The Bisharp asks in a confused manner. Jefferson, the second Bisharp, glances at him.

"Yeah, Nick?"

"Why do we guard this sword again?"

Jefferson raises his brow at Nick, the first Bisharp. "Have you forgotten already?"

"Sorry. This is my first time doing any actual work for the O.P. government. I'm pretty nervous about it, honestly. So I tend to forget things easily..." The Bisharp chuckles shyly.

"Hm. As I expected from a novice like you."

The novice Bisharp blinks confusedly before forming a flush look on his face. "H-Hey! What's that supposed to mean!?"

Jefferson chuckles softly. "Nothing." The Bisharp leans against the wall before he continues to speak. "Anyway, we're protecting this sword because it having some kind of unstable power. A Pokemon once touched it and went berserk or something."

"...Huh?" The Bisharp tilts his head at Jefferson, perplexed by the reasoning.

"Yeah. The case was very...puzzled. So...one of the government's leaders took the sword away through telekinesis and stowed it in this container here, asking us to guard it for them. Pretty sure we'll get paid well, since we work for them...especially for a novice."

Nick gasps in surprise. "Really?"

"I mean, that's if you do the job right the first time, rookie." Jefferson grins, leading the novice to frown at his attempt on teasing him.

"Well I'll be sure to do the job right! Not only for my sake but also for my wife's sake, too."

Jefferson looks at the Bisharp, smiling warmly. "A married man, I see."

"Yep! We're still in the process of forming a family, though." Nick says, feeling quite ecstatic as he slips a photo out from his bag. The picture contains two Bisharps hugging each other; The first Bisharp wearing a white flower crown around her head as she kisses the second Bisharp on the cheek, whom's carrying a white rose while smiling at her. "She's still trying to decide as she's working hard in her fulltime job." Nick sighs happily to himself. "I'm guessing probably sometime this week, we'll be ready."

"Heh. Well let's hope that we get out of here alive, rookie. This job is pretty dangerous, after all. So be ready when you see an intruder."

The novice Bisharp nods firmly at the second Bisharp. "Yes sir!" He puts the photo back into his bag and continues to guard the container.

Outside of the base lies snow covered bushes. A shadowy mist forms behind the bushes, revealing five figures; Alro, Tron, Clemence, and Dead touch the snowy ground while Misstrike floats her way down. The five notice the base is being surrounded by guards from top to bottom.