Clair // Ibuki Tatsuno (辰野伊吹) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blessedprotector_rising) wrote2012-11-01 01:45 pm
blessedprotector_rising) wrote2012-11-01 01:45 pm
[FIC] Through the valley we ride, full of glory we soar
Who: Miyami Tatsuno, Clair, various OCs
What: The attack on the dragon holyland and the consequences.
Where: Blackthorn city, April 14, 2001
Warnings: Death, slight gore.
"Get the wounded to safety!" Miyami had to shout to be heard over the crescendo of noise that clattered the valley-front. It would figure that the Rockets - everyone assumed Rockets given the uniforms - would attack under the cover of pre-dawn darkness. If it hadn't been for the young sentry they would never have known. While most of the Rockets were on fearow and pideot back, there were still those on the ground to worry about. She grit her teeth, ducking down when something headed her way. It didn't reach. Opening an eye, she saw her cousin, Masaru,'s kadabra using protect. Good. A look around and she nodded thanks before narrowing her eyes. It was chaos. Wardens on the ground, Riders in the air.... A look around only proved it when she saw two Riders with the polearms in the thick of things. Thankfully she didn't see her daughter, or her sister's children. Thank the First Dragons. They were too young to deal with this shit of a draturd. “Make sure Ibuki-chan stays at Fusube.”
"Understood, ma'am." The ace trainer beside her nodded and teleported out. She knew Clair, Lance and the rest would manage to defend Blackthorn if any Rockets entered - No. It would not be be needed, she was certain of it. They were Tatsuno; they'd protected and defended this region of Johto for millenia.
She took another look around, snarling to herself as she pulled on the bare minimum armour to protect her against pokemon attacks.
Rockets. Arceus condemn Kanto to the end of time! Couldn't they keep their own issues in their backyard? Sharding shellards of a draturd from a fresh queen. Her jaw set in hatred and determination as her helmet slid into place. She couldn't say she was shocked; Kanto had a 'habit' of proving Johtoan faith wrong time and again. Well. Time to do something about that. She didn't even have to look for the 'ball she wanted. She knew which one of her dragons it was.
"Bou. Let's go." The salamence roared as its mistress jumped on its back, hand finding the basic flight straps with ease. A jerk and up they went, two flygon Riders flanking them while a dragonair Rider whipped past, some sort of electric pokemon with it. Miyami ignored it all, eyes on the pidegot and fearow that circled overhead, riders looking down with a smirk before they headed higher, taunting her. She thought she saw a flash of red, but it was impossible to tell and she wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Red hair could belong to anyone, not just clan members. She urged Bou onward and higher - leaving her escort behind to deal with any Rockets that tried to come from behind-, following the fliers as they banked right then left, circling before finally hovering in the chill pre-dawn air. Miyami's snarl was stolen by the air and the sound of her cape whipping behind her, but her thoughts where her own. Arrogant things, but she'd deal with them herself. The location of the Holyland was secretive and well guarded, but anyone who put in the effort could find the aerial location of the valley and it seemed the Rockets had done just that.
Grandmother wasn't going to like that and Grandfather would be having a fit alongside her. They'd need to cover it up better, invest in better psychics and holographic technology -
She could think on that later.
Her hand went for the rifle at her side -
It never made it.
A shot rang out, followed by a cry of shock and a roar of denial as the salamence dove to catch the injured woman, Miyami's eyes were wide as her hand pressed against the shoulder wound, as if to starve the blood flow. Her other hand grabbed at the straps as soon as she could, ignoring the pain that lanced her anew. She twisted her hand into the straps with a grunt, heart pounding. Bloodloss was not something that she needed now at these highs with the air perilously thin, yet with her heart pounding and the panic that came with being shot - Her adrenaline levels were spiking and there wasn't a thing she could do but end the fight now. "Hyper beam."
The dragon roared swinging around to shoot the beam at the enemy before diving down with a barrel roll. Miyami closed her eyes, putting her faith in the dragon that she called hers, trusting that it would not allow its master to die. "Defend me."
As they descended, her thoughts turned to Clair, and Kris, so new to the Clan but already one of them in spirit she was sure. To her sister and her nephews and nieces. They had to win, she was fighting to defend not just the Holyland of the clan and dragons, but Blackthorn and its way of life. If the attack succeeded here... She dare not contemplate what might happen. It was far too horrible.
Another shot rang out, this one just missing her and Miyami jerked on the straps to pull her dragon up. Her eyes caught sight of the pidgeot rider.They widened as the colour drained from her face. She knew him clear as day, even in the uniform and cloak and cowl. He was no Admin---- "No...Why..."
"Yes."
"We trusted you, Sayako-chan trusted you!"
The rider - her brother in law and she was the only one that had seen him and she was powerless against what was to come - smirked and levelled his gun. "She still trusts me."
"You would shoot your own sister-in-law? You would murder the next clan head...?"
"Sayako-chan will become the head."
“You fool. It will go to Ibuki." Miyami's eyes widened when the gun cocked, heart racing, mind locked in shock. She knew that she should do something, but what? Neither she nor Bou could outrun or dodge a bullet this close, and she -
The shot rang out.
Miyami heard a shout but it seemed so distant compared to the pain that blossomed in her mind. Looking down she saw the blood staining her chest. She knew then he'd hit a lung, If she didn't suffocate, he'd end her own life. Her eyes widened in horror at the implications. They slide to the ground several thousand feet below, then back up to her brother-in-law. She made the choice then and there. "Hyper beam."
The beam from the salamence’s attack caught the pidgeot side on, the bird screeching in pain. But that wasn't all. She saw the rider signal to something behind her. Turning, she watched in horror as the fearow she'd forgotten about until now dove towards her, its beak seeming to spin as it collided with the backend of her salamence, drilling into the flesh before pulling out, only to do it again and again.
She looked away as the dragon roared, turning to face its attacker. It caught a wing, but not before the damage was done, spinal cord exposed and bone nicked in several places. It would not be long before the backend gave out and the deadweight dragged it down. A pity, she thought. The pokemon had been one of her best fighters. A glance up at the rider and she wished she hadn't.
The last thing she saw was the cold grin he pulled the trigger yet again.
Both human and pokemon were dead by the time they hit the ground with a crack and snap of bones and metal.
The lights on her pokeballs flickered out, seeing the fates of the pokemon inside.
They had no way of knowing the murderer would remain at large, that most of the 'Rockets' would be killed, bodies tossed onto makeshift fires. They were criminals; unworthy of identification. The remaining 'Rockets' would flee; they would later be gunned down in back alleys by the mastermind, the blame pinned on various causes, including smuggling and drug running.
-- --
"I'm sorry."
Clair was glad Kris was at school as she stared at the nurse like she'd grown a second head. This was not happening. Her mother couldn't be amongst the dead from the morning's attack. She couldn't. "Who?"
"The Rockets. We managed to deal with them, but not before... The holyland is a mess. I'm sorry. Your grandmother is taking care of the funeral."
Clair shook her head, mind racing. Changes would have to be made, she'd be forced into assuming the title of heir, unless her grandmother chose her aunt, but the young woman knew that was not how clan politics worked. Sayako was second born, and had not given birth to a daughter before Clair had been born - Lance was a choice, but he was well. a male and the dragon clan hadn't had a male heir in well over 200 years. It was as simple as that, but she knew that her aunt would protest. It couldn't be helped though; the woman had always been like that, and her aunt's husband would protest it even more. But the man was from Kanto - Clair blanked her mind, unwilling to go down that path. "What of the gym? Her team?"
"The League will decide,"
Clair's face twisted into a look of rage. Kanto would dare-? she knew they would and the Johto Elite would dance along like always, but there was little they could do about that.
"but for now your mother's trainers will run it. Her pokeballs were damaged in the fall and the team unable to be retrieved."
Clair's heart skipped a beat. Her mother had fallen to death? She calculated the height needed to break a 'ball and whimpered.
"They'll be buried with her." The nurse finished.
“I see." Clair dismissed the woman with a wave.
Only once she was gone did the young woman collapse to hug her loosely shaped bagon pillow from the living room couch. It wasn't fair. She didn't want this to be true; she wanted her mother to be here, not lying cold on a slab as they made the burial arrangements. Spectacular as they would be, it wasn't the same.
She'd have to tell Kris; the child had loved her grandmother even though they weren't related by blood. A sigh and she stood.
She'd best get that over and done with before Kris heard it from another source.
What: The attack on the dragon holyland and the consequences.
Where: Blackthorn city, April 14, 2001
Warnings: Death, slight gore.
"Get the wounded to safety!" Miyami had to shout to be heard over the crescendo of noise that clattered the valley-front. It would figure that the Rockets - everyone assumed Rockets given the uniforms - would attack under the cover of pre-dawn darkness. If it hadn't been for the young sentry they would never have known. While most of the Rockets were on fearow and pideot back, there were still those on the ground to worry about. She grit her teeth, ducking down when something headed her way. It didn't reach. Opening an eye, she saw her cousin, Masaru,'s kadabra using protect. Good. A look around and she nodded thanks before narrowing her eyes. It was chaos. Wardens on the ground, Riders in the air.... A look around only proved it when she saw two Riders with the polearms in the thick of things. Thankfully she didn't see her daughter, or her sister's children. Thank the First Dragons. They were too young to deal with this shit of a draturd. “Make sure Ibuki-chan stays at Fusube.”
"Understood, ma'am." The ace trainer beside her nodded and teleported out. She knew Clair, Lance and the rest would manage to defend Blackthorn if any Rockets entered - No. It would not be be needed, she was certain of it. They were Tatsuno; they'd protected and defended this region of Johto for millenia.
She took another look around, snarling to herself as she pulled on the bare minimum armour to protect her against pokemon attacks.
Rockets. Arceus condemn Kanto to the end of time! Couldn't they keep their own issues in their backyard? Sharding shellards of a draturd from a fresh queen. Her jaw set in hatred and determination as her helmet slid into place. She couldn't say she was shocked; Kanto had a 'habit' of proving Johtoan faith wrong time and again. Well. Time to do something about that. She didn't even have to look for the 'ball she wanted. She knew which one of her dragons it was.
"Bou. Let's go." The salamence roared as its mistress jumped on its back, hand finding the basic flight straps with ease. A jerk and up they went, two flygon Riders flanking them while a dragonair Rider whipped past, some sort of electric pokemon with it. Miyami ignored it all, eyes on the pidegot and fearow that circled overhead, riders looking down with a smirk before they headed higher, taunting her. She thought she saw a flash of red, but it was impossible to tell and she wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Red hair could belong to anyone, not just clan members. She urged Bou onward and higher - leaving her escort behind to deal with any Rockets that tried to come from behind-, following the fliers as they banked right then left, circling before finally hovering in the chill pre-dawn air. Miyami's snarl was stolen by the air and the sound of her cape whipping behind her, but her thoughts where her own. Arrogant things, but she'd deal with them herself. The location of the Holyland was secretive and well guarded, but anyone who put in the effort could find the aerial location of the valley and it seemed the Rockets had done just that.
Grandmother wasn't going to like that and Grandfather would be having a fit alongside her. They'd need to cover it up better, invest in better psychics and holographic technology -
She could think on that later.
Her hand went for the rifle at her side -
It never made it.
A shot rang out, followed by a cry of shock and a roar of denial as the salamence dove to catch the injured woman, Miyami's eyes were wide as her hand pressed against the shoulder wound, as if to starve the blood flow. Her other hand grabbed at the straps as soon as she could, ignoring the pain that lanced her anew. She twisted her hand into the straps with a grunt, heart pounding. Bloodloss was not something that she needed now at these highs with the air perilously thin, yet with her heart pounding and the panic that came with being shot - Her adrenaline levels were spiking and there wasn't a thing she could do but end the fight now. "Hyper beam."
The dragon roared swinging around to shoot the beam at the enemy before diving down with a barrel roll. Miyami closed her eyes, putting her faith in the dragon that she called hers, trusting that it would not allow its master to die. "Defend me."
As they descended, her thoughts turned to Clair, and Kris, so new to the Clan but already one of them in spirit she was sure. To her sister and her nephews and nieces. They had to win, she was fighting to defend not just the Holyland of the clan and dragons, but Blackthorn and its way of life. If the attack succeeded here... She dare not contemplate what might happen. It was far too horrible.
Another shot rang out, this one just missing her and Miyami jerked on the straps to pull her dragon up. Her eyes caught sight of the pidgeot rider.They widened as the colour drained from her face. She knew him clear as day, even in the uniform and cloak and cowl. He was no Admin---- "No...Why..."
"Yes."
"We trusted you, Sayako-chan trusted you!"
The rider - her brother in law and she was the only one that had seen him and she was powerless against what was to come - smirked and levelled his gun. "She still trusts me."
"You would shoot your own sister-in-law? You would murder the next clan head...?"
"Sayako-chan will become the head."
“You fool. It will go to Ibuki." Miyami's eyes widened when the gun cocked, heart racing, mind locked in shock. She knew that she should do something, but what? Neither she nor Bou could outrun or dodge a bullet this close, and she -
The shot rang out.
Miyami heard a shout but it seemed so distant compared to the pain that blossomed in her mind. Looking down she saw the blood staining her chest. She knew then he'd hit a lung, If she didn't suffocate, he'd end her own life. Her eyes widened in horror at the implications. They slide to the ground several thousand feet below, then back up to her brother-in-law. She made the choice then and there. "Hyper beam."
The beam from the salamence’s attack caught the pidgeot side on, the bird screeching in pain. But that wasn't all. She saw the rider signal to something behind her. Turning, she watched in horror as the fearow she'd forgotten about until now dove towards her, its beak seeming to spin as it collided with the backend of her salamence, drilling into the flesh before pulling out, only to do it again and again.
She looked away as the dragon roared, turning to face its attacker. It caught a wing, but not before the damage was done, spinal cord exposed and bone nicked in several places. It would not be long before the backend gave out and the deadweight dragged it down. A pity, she thought. The pokemon had been one of her best fighters. A glance up at the rider and she wished she hadn't.
The last thing she saw was the cold grin he pulled the trigger yet again.
Both human and pokemon were dead by the time they hit the ground with a crack and snap of bones and metal.
The lights on her pokeballs flickered out, seeing the fates of the pokemon inside.
They had no way of knowing the murderer would remain at large, that most of the 'Rockets' would be killed, bodies tossed onto makeshift fires. They were criminals; unworthy of identification. The remaining 'Rockets' would flee; they would later be gunned down in back alleys by the mastermind, the blame pinned on various causes, including smuggling and drug running.
-- --
"I'm sorry."
Clair was glad Kris was at school as she stared at the nurse like she'd grown a second head. This was not happening. Her mother couldn't be amongst the dead from the morning's attack. She couldn't. "Who?"
"The Rockets. We managed to deal with them, but not before... The holyland is a mess. I'm sorry. Your grandmother is taking care of the funeral."
Clair shook her head, mind racing. Changes would have to be made, she'd be forced into assuming the title of heir, unless her grandmother chose her aunt, but the young woman knew that was not how clan politics worked. Sayako was second born, and had not given birth to a daughter before Clair had been born - Lance was a choice, but he was well. a male and the dragon clan hadn't had a male heir in well over 200 years. It was as simple as that, but she knew that her aunt would protest. It couldn't be helped though; the woman had always been like that, and her aunt's husband would protest it even more. But the man was from Kanto - Clair blanked her mind, unwilling to go down that path. "What of the gym? Her team?"
"The League will decide,"
Clair's face twisted into a look of rage. Kanto would dare-? she knew they would and the Johto Elite would dance along like always, but there was little they could do about that.
"but for now your mother's trainers will run it. Her pokeballs were damaged in the fall and the team unable to be retrieved."
Clair's heart skipped a beat. Her mother had fallen to death? She calculated the height needed to break a 'ball and whimpered.
"They'll be buried with her." The nurse finished.
“I see." Clair dismissed the woman with a wave.
Only once she was gone did the young woman collapse to hug her loosely shaped bagon pillow from the living room couch. It wasn't fair. She didn't want this to be true; she wanted her mother to be here, not lying cold on a slab as they made the burial arrangements. Spectacular as they would be, it wasn't the same.
She'd have to tell Kris; the child had loved her grandmother even though they weren't related by blood. A sigh and she stood.
She'd best get that over and done with before Kris heard it from another source.