Divided [Remake]

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"If one took a look at the region of Ire 15 years ago, they would've found a peaceful region. It was a huge tourist attraction. It had it all. Sandy beaches, snowy mountains, lush forests.

Until Scizor came along.

Scizor was obsessed with power. He and his army of Bug and Steel-types quickly overpowered the region. They swept through it, killing and destroying. The region was sent into a panic.

A small group of Ghost-types rose up against this new threat. Slowly, they assembled more and more allies. Scizor, desperate to keep his power, sent a tribe of Genesect to kill them. And kill them they did. Soon, the region was barren of Ghost-types, the last few going into hiding.

For years, the Ire inhabitants lived in fear. Too scared to choose a side- rebels or infestation. The two sides clashed, each being matched by their opponents.

Scizor began to play dirty. He gathered assassins and trained them to be ruthless machines. As soon as he had gathered enough, he stormed the capital cities. Hundreds upon thousands were killed. And the amount of dead continues to rise.

So I ask you, will you rise up and be the hero that stops this mess?!"

A cheer went up as the Pikachu raised his voice. A Dedenne facepalmed and gave a bored "Yay". The Pikachu glared at her, then raised his poorly-made wood sword.

"Go, my fellow rebels! Slay them!"

The cheers continued and the children began attacking each other with flimsy twigs. The Pikachu puffed out his chest in pride as he watched. He was promptly tackled by the Dedenne, who pinned him, a berry juice-stained stick pointed at his fluffy chest.

"Fear me, Mio the MIghty, for I shall slay you with the tastiness of this spear!"

The Pikachu, Mio, kicked her off. "No fair! You caught me by surprise!"

The Dedenne snapped the stick. "Exactly. If you want to lead, you have to always have your own guard up!" She sighed again.

"Sorry, Nio."

"You better be. Now let's go do our patrols."

An inferno blazed, the sandy pit keeping it under control. Maniacal laughter sounded as the silhouette of a Meowstic emerged from the flames, ears unfurled. They wore a stoic expression, the blue fur unsigned, the Psychic Gem around their neck gleaming.

"Boom! Harley defeats another opponent!" The voice of an excited assassin sounded nearby. A Banette sat on a stone fence, cackling and clapping like a child. He wore a Mega Banette-styled hood that ended in a dress-like feature that covered most of his body. The sleeves were bloodstained, the zippers on the wrists singed. Half of his face was covered and he watched the Meowstic with a single blue eye.

"Yay, Harley! You're my hero!" He gushed mockingly, then cackled, the red bag around his waist swaying. Harley barely glanced at him as he walked away. With a burst of Psychic energy, the sand moved and extinguished the flames. The Banette hopped down and grinned as he disappeared.

Harley moved towards the huge castle that loomed over the expanse of grass and Trapinch pits. The castle boasted black, silver, and red banners, the doors made of dark spruce wood. The Meowstic climbed the stairs until he came to the doors to the throne room. Two Heracross guarded it. They noticed Harley and let him pass without a word.

The Meowstic bowed deeply to Scizor. A Cinccino was at the bug's side.

"Report," the Steel/Bug-type ordered without hesitation. Harley stood upright and curtsied, using the small extensions on his body to act like a skirt.

"Training is going well. The new assassins have adjusted to our ways here and some have even surpassed their mentors." The Meowstic's voice was even and betrayed no emotion. "Severe injuries, though few, have been sent to the infirmary for a minor check-up."

Scizor nodded, pleased. The Cinccino took notes on a small notepad. "Excellent. And how are we looking in terms of an army?"

"Attacks have been fully replenished and the army is in perfect condition. If you seek to attack, now would be the best time."
Scizor nodded again. "Good, good. This is wonderful news. How much of the region do we have left to conquer?"

"The far coast and its surrounding cities, including the capital of the region." Harley kept his eyes down the entire time. It showed submissiveness, but not fear. Scizor thrived off fear and everyone knew. Loyalty and submissiveness pleased the bug.

Scizor turned to the Cinccino. "Frisk. Prepare the army and make sure they're ready. We will attack the small villages tomorrow." He turned back to his Meowstic assassin. "Take Kasper out and take care of the mercenaries. I've seen a few bird Pokemon scouting the area. Take care of them."

Harley nodded and bowed deeply, then left. He despised the thought of traveling with Kasper. The Banette was a nuisance through and through. Despite his demeanor, however, the ghost was skilled with assassination. His method of choice was poison and he certainly showed his knowledge. The small bag he always wore was filled to the brim with deadly poisons, cures, syringes, and whatever else it concealed. Kasper was a mystery if one made him out to be.

Harley made his way to the Banette's room. As an ace, it was bigger than the other assassins' were. It was located with the others. Of course, he had the offer of it being moved but the ghost had refused for unknown reasons. Regardless, Harley searched for the ghost's room number.

A-375. Harley sighed softly and gently rapped on the door. There was quiet shuffling and after a moment, the Banette's face appeared. His hood, as always, covered half of his face. "Yes?"

"New mission from Scizor. We have mercenaries to deal with."

Kasper sighed but nodded. "Just us?"

"Just us."

The Banette nodded again. "I'll be ready in a moment."

Harley turned and left him as the Ghost-type disappeared into his room. He grabbed his bag, which was stained red. He sighed and slipped it on, making sure his syringes were loaded with quick killing poisons before he left.