Table of Contents:

Prologue - Darkness Over Viridian

Chapter 1 - Summons of Battle

Chapter 2 - The S.S. Serenity

Chapter 3 - An Ambitious Plan

Chapter 4 - Out of the Corner of the Eye

Chapter 5 - Stench of the Dead

Chapter 6 - Nightmares

Chapter 7 - The Navigator

Chapter 8 - Flight from Celadon

Chapter 9 - A Scholar's Worries

Chapter 10 - City of the Past

Chapter 11 - Light of Beauty

Chapter 12 - Experiment

The backstory is: The Nations of Kanto and Johto are at war. Armies clash, cities are torn down, whole families disappear. It has been given a PG-13 rating just in-case, so no-one gets offended. Righty-ho, Death or Glory as the saying goes!


Prologue - Darkness Over Viridian

The morning skies flooded the land with shades of red, orange and yelllow. Across the fields, Mareep and Flaafy grazed. In the forests, Pokemon of every kind flitted about, all as normal. But from on the horizon, a horde of black shapes glided towards their target.

Viridian City was never very important in Kanto's political viewpoint. It was a small farming producer, and didn't even manage well at that. Their regiment was but a gaggle of ancient men in antique breastplates and helms, armed with weak, disused Flechettes. They were ill-prepared, and today, it would prove their downfall.

Melkar dug his shovel even more forcefully into the earth. He was even more angry than usual. The crops were mostly dead or eaten this year. His family would have to slaughter their last Piloswines for the Winter, including his prize hog, Phora. He was going to enter her into this year's farmers' Piloswine competition, but if there was no other food...

The black shapes screamed in towards Viridian City. The watchmen, still groggy from last night, only sighted them a minute before the EMP missiles were fired. Four hit the watch tower, setting it alight. Another two hit the city's 40-stock Anti-Air emplacements, spreading chaos amongst the populace. After any hope of knocking out the attackers' ships were destroyed, they began wave-bombing the city. Each wing split up and took a different half of the metropolis. Balls of magnetized energy burst through roofs and disabled any electronics in the vicinity of the blast radius. Even after the ships ran out of ammunition, the flames and short-circuiting from obliterated houses did the work for them. The fires began to crawl towards the farms...

"Bugger" Melkar stuttered, when he spied the ships' bombardment. He dashed into his home, grabbing his Pokeballs, food and a Flechette from a locked cupboard. His wife, Samartha stumbled into the kitchen and wailed, "They're getting closer! The fire, it's burnt down old Ms. Belgerda's apartment!"
"Get the kids," Melkar replied sternly, "grab as much food as you can, and get into the car."
Samartha nodded, and started to pile tins into plastic bags. The children crashed into the kitchen and cried, "What's going on? Where are we going?"
"Johto's raiding," Samartha answered, "and we have to go to Aunt Carmen's house for a week. It's just a holiday, so don't get worried!"
Melkar and Samartha ushered the children into a stout 4x4 that was parked outside. After cramming in the supplies, Samartha leaped into the driving seat, and buckled in. Melkar got into the passenger seat and clipped in as well.
"Get out of here!" he yelled, "They're right over the farm!"
Sure enough, a ship was hovering right over the house, poised to fire it's last missile. The 4x4 roared into life, and sped away as fast as it could. The ship stalked the car, locking it's missile at the target. The reticule focused, turned green, and with an ominous hiss, an EMP-charged rocket, as big as a car detached from the undercarrige and screeched towards the 4x4...

Please, comment in any way!

A little to short for my tastes and you're missing a lot of details. You haven't really given an identity to Melkar other than he's a poor farmer with a wife and kids. You also don't explain why the nations are at war.

It's really, really short. Everything else is well-written, although there isn't much description to anything other than the 'ships' being black and the sky's color. I don't even know what these 'ships' look like, so in my mind I'm imagining flying saucers. You gave no description of any of the main character's appearance either. Give some more description!

I figured they would :p But you're giving up already? That's too bad.

Well with that attitude you are.

God only knows why I'm even bothering to restart this crapped-out story again, but sod all. Maybe the only way to imrpove will be to resurrect this. So here it is...

Chapter 1 - Summons of Battle

"We're receiving transmissions from the bombing squad over Viridian City!" a short, pale-faced man in a grimy uniform announced heartily to the command room of Goldenrod City. The fifty or so people inside the dark, claustrophobic bunker, turned round to the man, who continued.
"They've burnt the whole place down! Our armies can advance towards Celadon!"
At this point, maybe a little history lesson is in order. In the year 2018, the oil and fuel in the region began to become used up. Very little was left, but the government of Johto seized their reserves and those of Mt. Silver, an important oil source. Kanto retaliated, convinced at sharing the remaining supplies until a new source could be found. Since then, for over 50 years, the two nations have been at war, scrapping over the last oil fields and machinery. It is rumoured that the war will last even longer.
Presently, the armies of Johto were launching an offensive against Kanto, trying to turn the tide of battle. They were hitting every city that they passed, burning everything in their path.
The man piped up again, as the cheers of hapiness receded from the tired-looking men and women.
"We report no losses, and we've captured the Regional Commander!"
A tall, shady, light-faced man with fading white hair dressed in a formal black suit glided over to the com operater who had given the news.
"You have earnt yourself a promotion" he laughed to the com operater.
"Oh my... thank you sir!" the com operator stuttered, for the man in black was none other than Lucius Marx, President of Johto. What he said was law, and who died and lived were decided by him and him alone.
"Deploy all bomber squadrons to Celadon City. I want to see nothing but ruins in an hour!" Lucius barked. The com operators scurried away, returning to their stations. State-of-the-art visi-screens, computers and transmitters littered the floor of the bunker, each part emitting beeps, rings and alarms; organised chaos.

Tinny artificial PAs roared through the building and the neighbouring barracks, alerting every squadron, soldier and techie to action. Bombers, jets and cruisers flared up their engines and blasted out of hangers. Thousands of troops filed into humoungous carriers, ready to launch death to every civilian in Celadon.

In a small, unnoticed corner of the vast iron metropolis of Goldenrod, in the older sector near to the original Radio Tower, a young, grim-faced man looked on in sadness at the warfleet assembling above the city. He wore an outdated army jacket, and his long blonde hair stretched down to his neck.His name was Kalkas, and he was once a member of the Fifth Raticate Platoon, one of the most distinguished fighting firces of the Johto Grand Army. He had fought on the frontlines at Tohjo falls; he had flown a Stalker ship at the Battle of Sorrow, where almost five thousand soldiers on either side had fallen; he had marched against the Gyrados rebellion; and most importantly of all, he deserted Johto at the Battle of Ein Rock. Feared dead, he had turned to the Kanto Militia, and they had given him a new future. From that day, he had secretly been aiding Kanto in it's fight, reporting invasions before they even hit the Indigo Plateau. Unfortuantly, he had been too late to notice the Viridian attack, and now this new wave was about to set off, taking countless lives with it.

Kalkas knew what he had to do. In a public hanger, not one kilometre from his location, was his ship. It was an antique Mk. 6 Charizard fighter/bomber. It was creaky, old and dilapedated, but it was reliable. Kalkas sighed and set off for the hanger.

The hanger was a huge, metallic dome with throngs of people crowding round mercenary ships heading off for battle. No-one noticed Kalkas boarding his ship, the Aurora. The outside was the size of a small house, with red and orange paint, to blend in with the Johto fleet. It's chassis was in the shape of a 20th century jet fighter, but with rotating EMP cannons on the underside of the wings. It's hull was pure titanium, indestructible, at least in theory. The pilot's cockpit was visible through 5cm-thick glass, and the ladder leading to the hatch was unfurled. Kalkas jumped into the musty, cable filled interior. He closed the hatchway after him, and headed for the cockpit. When he got to his seat, he buckled up and activated the thrusters. A voice crackled into life from a rusted speaker on the console.
"This is air traffic control tower to the Aurora. Please state your code."
Kalkas replied with the code and began to lift the ship out of the mooring bay.
"This is air traffic control confirming code. Please join the main fleet, and keep within radar distance at all times." The voice added in a quieter tone, "Give 'em hell, soldier!"
"I'll send them greetings from Goldenrod!" Kalkas laughed meekly as he switched off radion contact and joined the outside of the fleet.

Thousands of huge, Corsola-shaped cruisers surrounded him. Tiny, fly-shaped fighters flitted around, taking up guard positions. Gigantic bombers, with wingspans size of office blocks began to load EMP missiles into tubes. Kalkas sat and thought for a moment as the autopilot set the Aurora into sync with the other ships. He thought about a lot of things. He was sure to die, that was certain. All he could do to halt the fleet and make time for Celadon to prepare it's defenses was to cause a commotion amongst the centre of the fleet. It was text-book suicide, but he was happy to die; life had been a nosedive for him.

Kalkas made his last preparations as the warfleet soared through the evening light towards battle...

Whaddya think? A better effort, or still a pile of faeces? Comments, please!

Glad to see you didn't give up. But something you need to know, whenever a different person speaks, it is a new paragraph.

Right. Here's chapter four, come hell or high water:

Chapter 2 - The S.S. Serenity

A 1, 000-strong flock of Pidgy blew past The Aurora. Birds were alwyas the first to flee from the scene of battle. Even at night, when they generally roosted, they knew when to leave.

The radio's red indicator light began to flash. Normally, Kalkas would have ignored this, but he needed to keep up the disguise for a little longer. He switched it on.

"This is the S.S. Serenity, transmitting to The Aurora. Do you read me?"

Kalkas muttered quietly to himself and replied.

"Yes it is. What do you need?"

The tinny female voice resounded with slight annoyance.

"We are flying over the ruins of Viridian. Please prepare for combat."

"Over and out" Kalkas grumbled and punched the "off" switch on the radio panel.

This was the point of no return. Kalkas had to act now, or risk being detected, or worse, striking too late.

He reached over to a small section of the dashboard and pushed an unmarked button. Immedietly, he could see fake smog billowing out of The Aurora's engines. His cover had been set up. He roared into the com system.

"This is The Aurora, transmitting to the S.S. Serenity! My ship is on a collision course! I am requesting boarding permission! Please respond!"

"This is the S.S. Serenity. You have boarding permission. Please switch off all weapons and try to manoeuvre into the hanger. A crew will be ready to recieve your ship."

The voice had began to sound nervous.

"And please hold in there", it murmered.

Kalkas pulled his ship into the cavernous jaws in where a Corsola's mouth would be, for it was similar in design to the humongous cruiser. The Aurora braked, and Kalkas dashed to the hatch. He grabbed two Mk. 14 Flechettes from the wall brackets as he ran.

The hatchway opened slowly. The S.S. Serenity's crew surrounded The Aurora with fire-fighting equipment and hoses. What happened next was a complete surprise. Kalkas leapt from inside the smoke covering the hatch. Before the crew could react, he had fired five rounds from his Flechettes. The crew fell like flies. None even had time to raise the alarms.

Kalkas blew open the doorway leading out of the hanger with a well-timed concussion blast. The interior of the cruiser was a complete contrast to the ancient, rusting cabins of The Aurora. It was cleaner than a palace, and smothered in visi-screens showing the other cruisers, and important points around the ship. Kalkas didn't have much time to admire the scenery though, as squads of heavily-armed troopers were pouring into the hanger from other exits. Time to go, he thought.

The winding corridors and paths of the S.S. Serenity were a maze, and Kalkas was begining to despair, when he heard a loud noise from a visi-screen on the wall. It was of the control room, and it showed the chaos being wrecked. He had set The Aurora's turrets to auto-fire, and so not many troopers were limping out of the hanger. He smiled, and marched forwards.

The scene inside the control room was a mess to look at. Techies, officers and engineers were ripping their hair out. Kalkas sneaked round the back, while they were staring and screaming at the hanger visi-screen. Kalkas took aim, and killed every man and woman in the darkened room. He creeped over to the desk, where two strange balls lay. this was odd, since Pokeman hadn't been used inb warfare in years.

"Eh?" he wondered, "Pokeballs? On a Johto cruiser?"

He didn't get to finish his train of thought, as a huge force rammed between his shoulders. At first, he thought that it was a bullet, but he then realised that it was a man, pinning him to the floor.

"Kanto scum" the man spat at Kalkas.

"Johto bugger" Kalkas replied, and he uppercutted the man. The two men exchanged punches at eachother, until they were both laying panting on the floor. Finally, Kalkas could have a good look at this man. He was short, red-faced and brown-haired. He was obviously from Ecruteak, and his accent had backed that up. Kalkas grabbed the Pokeballs from the desk; after all, why waste two innocent lives? He then took out the control panel and the computers with another concussion mine, and started out of the room, when the man got up again and chased him.

Kalkas ran through the ship as explosions wracked the hull. He could tell that thye whole place was going down. Still the man was chasing him. Kalkas fired a warning shot backwards, but to no avail. They reached the hanger, and the man pounced towards him. In his blind anger, Kalkas threw the Pokeballs at the man. The balls burst out rays of red light, and two giant birds materialized in front of him.

Kalkas faintly recognised the birds from an old story that he'd heard. Ho-oh and Lugia, the birds of water and fire. He was awe-struck, and he had no idea what to do. The birds knew though, and incinerated the man in jets of flame and Psy blasts. They retreated into their Pokeballs, and remained quiet. Kalkas fumbled for the balls and jumped into his ship. He burst into the cockpit, and flew The Aurora out of the hanger. As he left, he could see the S.S. Serenity setting alight and hurling towards the earth. He looked up, and what he saw was even more amazing than Ho-oh and Lugia combined...

Better? Or worse? Opinions, please!

Better. Much better.

Thanks

You're improving a lot, it's getting really good. However, do you ever plan to explain where lugia and ho-oh came from, as in how they ended up in the hangar? Also, how is it that they were controlled so well by kalkas, even though he'd supposedly never used pokemon before, not to mnention they'd never seen him and didn't have to fight for him for any real reason...

L+H's appearance will be explained in due course. As for the whole deal about being controlled by Kalkas: they're in balls, right? So they've been tamed. In the games, the first Pokemon you receive obeys you, simply because it's incarcerated. Okay, I know that it was a dodgy explaination, but it'll do until I can work their origin into the plot, m'kay?

Here's the next chapter. I'll get round to editing in a contents page soon.

Chapter 3 - An Ambitious Plan

Across the dashboard of The Aurora, Kalkas could see what was happening from a safe distance. A whole squadron of Kanto ships were attacking the Warfleet! Short, sleek arrow-shaped fighters weaved in-between the clumsy bombers. Johto ships were spiralling towards the ground within seconds.

A voice came over his radio. It was a young male, obviously from the Kanto fleet.

"Kalkas!" it cheered, "You're wanted back at HQ!"

"Good," he replied, "I've got something that the techies might be interested in."

"They've found something else as well" the voice chuckled.

Kalkas brought The Aurora into a trio of Kanto fighters. They formed an eagle flight pattern and retreated from the chaos enfolding over Viridian. He cruised onwards through the pitch-black.

"You know anything about this new discovery?" he asked the wingmate.

"Nope. Only that it's real important, and that they need you for it."

Kalkas sighed and looked at his long-range sensor feedback. The Kanto defensive appeared to be failing. They had caused a diversion, but only a slight dent in the Johto fleet. Celadon would have to hurry with their preparations.

The ships landed in the main hanger of Celadon. The city itself was as grand as Goldenrod, except for the older quarters of the metropolis, where the refugees from destroyed cities had fled to.

Kalkas and the other crewmen took the monorail to the headquarters, a large black bunker in the centre of the city. They went down flights of stairs and past legions of guards. It was a mess inside, with gunners and pilots scrambling to posts. Finally, they reached the nerve centre of Kanto's government.

The president of Kanto, Grant McAllister, was a tall, stocky man, hailing from the town of Lavender. He had dark, clear skin. His hair was braided into plaits, and he wore spectacles and combat gear. He was the polar opposite of Lucius Marx.

"Good evening, Kalkas" he greeted, "I hope that your journey passed well. Now, I know that you've been informed that I have important news for you, yes?"

Kalkas agreed, and enquired further.

"Well," McAllister replied, "it's a momentous proposal, but we're planning to evacuate from Kanto"

At this, Kalkas' jaw dropped. Leave Kanto? All links to the outside world had been cut off at the start of the war, and that was 50 years ago. Even back then, inter-national knowledge was limited.

"A very controversial plan, I know," McAllister continued, "but our scientists have been working on scraps of ships' computers, and they belive that they have found a huge, deserted island to the west of the Sevii Archepelgo. The files call it "Hoenn". We have found co-ordinates for it; that was the simple part. What we want to acheive now, is to evacuate all our personnel, military and civilian population to Hoenn. There should be sufficient transports and supplies..."

He paused for a moment.

"But before we set off, I need you to run some errands. You have been chosen for these errands because you are the quickest and most tactical soldier in our army. Also, you have experience in urban conflict."

"Certainly, sir," Kalkas mumbled, "If I may ask, what are those errands?"

"I shall tell you in due time," came the reply, "but first, you must show me this discovery of yours."

Kalkas shuffled through his pockets, and retrieved the two Pokeballs. He handed them to McAllister, and the president of Kanto pressed the button on the centres. Ho-oh and Lugia erupted from the balls, and stood there preening their feathers.

"Hmm... the legendary birds, Ho-oh and Lugia?"

"Yes sir. I found them in their balls in the control room of the S.S. Serenity. They killed a crew-man of the ship, so be careful"

"Our scientists will want to have a look at these two."

McAllister recalled the birds into their Pokeballs, and placed the balls in a metal box with locks on it. He then turned back to Kalkas.

"Back to your errands. Your first task is a dangerous one. You know of Saffron's Silph Co. building?"

Who hadn't, Kalkas thought. Silph Co. had been a weapons manufacturer for the first forty-five years of the war. In 2063, they were experimenting with secret genetic materials. Several explosions were heard from Saffron, and all communications to the city ceased. The official statement was that Saffron had been bombed by Johto, but no-one really belived them. Nothing was truly known about what had happened, but scrap-collecters told tales of mysterious shadows appearing out of the corner of their eye when collecting around Saffron. Silph Co.'s Headquarters were rumored to be cursed, and civilians were said to have vanished in it.

"We have discovered documents in an old wharehouse, regarding transportations between branches of metals and machine parts. Routine for a weapons manufacture, but something was amiss. A power-containment field was on the list. Such devices were used in nuclear reactors in the early 20th century. Most nuclear power sources had been taken by Johto by the time that the document was written. We belive that Silph were working on an alternative power source when their other experiment went wrong. We know nothing for sure; as you know, Silph kept everything quiet from the government. We need you to go in there and find the power-containment field, and details of their experiments."

Kalkas gulped unknowingly.

"Oh, don't worry," McAllister laughed, "we're giving you command of a division of troopers! We've got them ready and waiting in the eastern barracks. All you need to do is get kitted up, and join them! We're providing you with a hover transport. We can't send in a air-craft, I'm afraid; they're all being prepared for the evacuation or for biding time for the evacuation."

Kalkas interupped at this point.

"Excuse me, sir, but just how much longer do we have until the Johto Warfleet arrive?"

"We have time," McAllister grumbled, "our attack left them needing to turn back and land in Mt. Silver to re-fuel and repair damaged ships. Our engineers estimate that we have an extra day or two to get the transports loaded and out of here. Long enough for the last preparations."

McAllister gave the salute of command, and Kalkas followed suite. The president of Kanto lead him out of the facility to the eastern barracks, a large grey block housing the elite troops of the Kanto Infantry. Inside, they met the division that would fall under Kalkas' orders.

"Greetings," McAllister announced, "you have all been briefed on your mission. This is your commander for the mission. He has become your commander because he displays the characteristics needed for this assignment."

Kalkas blushed slightly.

"Your hover transport is waiting in the hanger. Hop to it!"

Kalkas snapped to attention and marched his new troopers towards the hanger. Only then, did he realise that he hadn't slept properly in a day...

Opinions? Please note, any oddities in the plot will most likely be answered in future chapters.

*Applaudes* it's quite exciting, really. Recently I noticed some lacking in the department of describing the character's expressions; it felt like there was more needed there. It isn't too bad, and that's my only real critisism- otherwise, the story looks very interesting.

Ah, so this is taking long before RBY. So are we going to get a glimps of Lt. Surge at all?

Hoenn was an uncharted, deserted Island.

Sorry for the double post, but it's easier this way. Okay, now the story gets more weird (BTW, this chapter includes one use of a swear word. Mods, please PM me if you want the word removed, and I will remove it as soon as possible. Though be honest, it IS PG-13):

Chapter 4 - Out of the Corner of the Eye

The eastern barracks' hanger was very similar to the hangers of Goldenrod and Celadon. Grimy, efficient and busy. In the far end, a couple of hover cars lay waiting for use. They were mostly ignored, since all pilots were saddling up into fighters, trying desperatly to form any sort of planned defense against the incoming Warfleet.

McAllister pointed them towards a large, red, bulky hover-tank. He remote-opened the hatch, and saluted the division one last time before returning to his office.

Kalkas knew that his men were nervous, and he couldn't blame them. A blood-thirsty armada of ships were days away from massacaring their families and homes, yet they were going into a dead city filled with God-knows-what. Kalkas himself was fearful, but he hid it behind the mask of command.

The hover-tank raised off the ground. It was not the most beautiful of hover-vehicles. It was basically a metal box with small anti-grav pads on the underside, and a top-mounted EMP turret. Despite it's ugliness, it could survive a direct hit from an EMP missile.

The tank began to glide noiselessly out of the hanger and out of Celadon itself. Soon, they were on the deserted roads to Saffron. Most of the refugees came into the city via Route 16 and 17, the expressway from Fushia, or the newly-built Route Alpha, by-passing Saffron. Nobody wanted to go near the ghost city anyway.

Kalkas and his soldiers finally reached the edge of Saffron. They had already gone further than even most scrap-collecters ventured.

"It's impossible to drive a hover-tank through these streets," Kalkas announced to his troops, "we'll have to go by foot. Arm up, we have no idea what we're up against."

The men were all grumbling as they loaded huge lasguns and bullet-based machine guns. Kalkas was almost exhausted, and being in charge of a band of angry, scared soldiers was not on the top of his wish-list. He picked up his twin Flechette pistols and attached stun-grenades to his holster.

He braced himself and pushed open the hatch. He was expecting the worst, but Saffron was eerily quiet and deserted. There were no bodies in the street, no survivors, nothing. Kalkas and his men warily jumped out of the hover-tank. The last man locked up the hatch, just in case.

Saffron looked almost exactly like Goldenrod, but even grander. Spiral towers, elevated walkways and anti-air towers reached across the skyline. In the centre, dominating over all the other buildings, the Silph Co. Headquarters stood like a god across his kingdom. Kalkas started to walk towards it.

Lt. Tarkan was taking the rear of the line. He was dressed in identical battle gear and anti-radiation armour like the rest of the 10-strong division. His lasgun was shaking around wildly, and he was beginning to wonder whether defending the rear was such a good idea. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he thought that he saw something. Just the night-vision goggles malfunctioning, he assumed. He hurridly moved on.

The night sky was a comfort to Lt. Astos. With the moon shining on the land, he could forget about the war. Not tonight though. Since they had entered Saffron, he could have sworn that he had seen shadows in dark places. A trick of the moonlight, he reasoned, and continued marching.

They finally marched up to the Silph building. It was as it had been for ages, an amazing white tower with the logo flashing electronically across the side. It was the last building in Saffron to have power, it appeared.

Kalkas signalled to Lt. Astos and Lt. Tarkan to guard the door. In the pitch-black of night, this was the last thing that they wanted to do. They obeyed anyway, since Militia law required the execution of deserters. As Kalkas and the other eight men entered the building, Astos and Tarkan could have sworn that they saw those shadows again. This time though, they wouldn't live long enough to swear.

Chapter 5 is coming tomorrow!

Exciting, interesting, and overall fantastic. But this part:



And the other part like it go by too quickly; there needs to bre more suspensful description, I think.

Damn RSI has prevented me from posting this until now. Here's the cliff-hanger concluder. Presenting...

[color=gold]Chapter 5 - Stench of the Dead

The inside of Silph Co. was fully lighted. Odd, thought Kalkas, where could the power come from? In dark corners, old Spinarak webs lay, yet no Spinaraks appeared. In a few webs, skeletons were laying in poses of fear and revolt.

Kalkas passed numerous empty rooms, becoming more and more scared with each door that they passed. He wasn't normally frightened, but he had heard the rumours, more than most people, in fact. A loud noise from on of the rooms marked "Evolution Lab" made him bring up his Flechettes.

He slowly eased the metal door open. He put his finger on the triggers, and was about to fire when he saw what had caused the noise. It was a pair of Eevee twins, playing amongst the cables and tubes in the gene lab.

"Aww," Kalkas crooned, his fear temporarily gone, "what are you doing here?"

At hearing this, the Eevees rushed over to him and nuzzled his leg. They were obviously bred by humans. Meanwhile, his troopers were silently laughing.

Kalkas turned and spotted two tubes marked "Eevee Alpha 211" and "Eevee Alpha 455". The tubes were decayed, and looked like they had only just cracked in half. Kalkas guessed that these Eevees were clones, bred for evolution experiments, and left in the tubes since the explosion. When the glass broke, they had escaped. Since they were still in this room, it must have been recently. Kalkas decided to keep them; after all, surely there was room on The Aurora for two passengers?

Lasguns being fired jolted Kalkas out of his thoughts, and he saw with horror that there were people shuffling down the hall. They weren't truly like humans, they had rotting flesh and some were missing limbs. Kalkas' squad was firing at them, but they could only manage to shoot off an arm at a time. Kalkas picked up the crying Eevees with one hand and holstered one of his Flechettes. He then fled down the corridor with his troops to a lift. He smashed the activation button like mad, and fired a few bullets into the creatures staggering towards him. Finally, the lift doors opened, and Kalkas and his men dashed in. One man was left outside, and as the doors closed, Kalkas could hear his screams.

By now, his squad were almost insane with fear. Kalkas picked a button labelled "Prometheus Project". It was on the top floor, so he hoped that it was monster-free. When the doors opened, he saw that there were no creatures. He sighed, and moved forward. Immediately, he spied the door marked "Genetics", and he entered. Inside, he saw cables, half-dissected bodies and biohazard stickers everywhere. On a table, he saw a journal with the title of "Project Specs.

Nice, getting creepy.

A few things that popped into my head when I was reading it.

1)The eevees. If the place exploded years ago, what have the eevees been living on?

2)Why didn't the zombie creatures leave Saffron?

3)The eevees are just way too suspicious. Sleeping after seeing a zombie is one thing. But sleeping through screams and gun fire is another.