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Operation Ragnarok: Prologue
Welp, the start of a literal passion project of mine. Operation Ragnarok, my first real serialized story I've written in about 4 years. This part mainly sets up the setting for what this arc will entail and the seeds for what's to come. Hope you're all excited to see something a bit more... grim from me for once.
It was a bustling day in the city. The sun was shining as bright as ever and the heat soaked into the inhabitants of Orrei as harshly as ever. Kajex and Kaja were currently just chilling at home with Miteru taking a nap in Kajex’s room while they played their video games in the living room fairly early into the night. Little did the two know, was that something very… unusual to say the least was about to come knocking at their door… quite literally.
“I’ll get it,” Kajex sighed as he got off the couch, in the middle of a game he was playing on his handheld console. As he opened the door what he saw would make him double back for a moment. One of the members of King Artimel’s elite guard, a breloom male whom he’d seen only in passing at Orrei Palace, was holding two boxes in their hands, holding them out towards Kajex.
“For you and your sister,” he began in an almost robotic, yet formal tone, “The King selected you two to partake in a special event I cannot disclose publicly.”
“O… kay?” Kajex awkwardly replied as he took the two boxes off of their hands, “Uh…. thanks?”
“He expects your arrival at the designated location in one week,” the guard said with a bow before turning away, “Don’t be late.”
As the guard left Kajex stepped back inside with a confused look on his face, shutting the door behind him as he saw one box with his name and the other Kaja’s. Kaja would glance off of her phone after hearing the King be mentioned.
“What does that guy want with us?” Kaja asked as she took the box with her name, “Pretty sure he knows how… apprehensive we are about dealing with that bastard after how he treated mom last month.”
“I have no idea,” Kajex shrugged as he took a seat, “Whatever it was, we’ll probably find out in these packages.” The two began to rip into the packages. After a bit of struggling they’d discover inside there were two items, a bizarre collar with the numbers 1 on Kajex’s collar, and 2 on Kaja’s, as well as a note in each. Kajex would read his aloud.
“The Orreian royal family will be holding a regional combat tournament called the Grand Clash in Amber City’s Thunder Fist Stadium in conjunction with the Unova, Galar, and Alola regions as a new way to strengthen the bonds between our regions. I have selected you and Kaja to be the two representatives of Orrei in the tournament. This cannot be transferred and failure to show up to the opening ceremony will… result in prison for life. Prize will be three hundred grand in pokedollars…”
“Wait WHAT?!” Kajex exclaimed, “What the hell makes HIM think we’d be any good in a fucking COMBAT tournament?! We’ve never been in an actual fistfight!”
“It’s… weird,” Kajex remarked as he scratched the back of his head, “But I don’t wanna go to prison for the rest of my life.”
“I-I mean… yeah,” Kaja sweated just thinking about that, “Is there anything about any edges we can give ourselves?” Kajex would examine the note further, taking notice of a little set of rules about the tournament that could potentially give them an edge… if they got lucky. This only further sunk Kajex’s hopes in them getting anywhere in the tournament.
“It says here we can use weapons if we want but…” Kajex sweated nervously, “All the weapon experience we have is taking turns swinging a toy sword as kids like Keyblades.”
“Y-Yeah,” Kaja remarked as she glanced down, “And… best we don’t use our powers during it. Could cause panic to any visitors in the crowd who don’t know about us.”
“Just another handicap on us I-I guess,” Kajex said as his muscles tensed up as he took a seat on the couch, trying to compose himself as he tried to reach for his system, but the intensity of their situation was weighing down on him. He couldn’t think straight with the amount of stress. It was almost as if… something deep inside him was gnawing at his psyche now.
“Welp…” Kaja sweated as she held her collar in her palm, “Hope Artimel doesn’t mind getting dead last in this tournament. I bet the other regions picked some proper fighters.”
“Not like he can force us to really… win if they do better in a fight than us,” Kajex sweated as he tried to take deep breaths to compose himself, “We’re not puppets or anything…”
As she mentioned that the drowsy Miteru would step out of Kajex’s room. Seeing the two hold onto the collars they were given as well as the nervous looks across their faces. She was more confused than anything.
“What’s going on with those collars?” the arceus asked out of curiosity, “They look so far outside your comfort zones to be wearing.”
“Seems they’re our… tickets to a tournament King Atrimel is forcing us to participate in,” Kaja summarized for Miteru, “It’s… weird.”
“Especially since they’re collars to register as our IDs,” Kajex remarked, “Wonder why he picked collars instead of something like armbands.” Miteru would simply roll her eyes over the summary. She was clearly not all that impressed with Atrimel’s decision over picking those two for something so important.
“Pfff that old coot picked you two?” Miteru shrugged, knowing how many screws were loose in the old cat’s head, “I mean… I know what you two are capable of, but those kinds of monsters aren’t you two. Never will be either.”
“N-Never will be those monsters,” Kajex remarked as he clenched his collar, a dull light sparking in his eyes.
“Not of our own free will at least,” Kaja remarked, shuddering as she remembered the experiments.
The twins awkwardly glanced towards each other, clinging to the collars tightly and thinking about the note that Atrimel had given them. They knew they had to at least give it a shot.
“Well… at worst we’ll probably just need to be in an infirmary for a while,” Kajex remarked, “No way he allowed this tournament to be lethal if people from other regions are coming. Could spark a whole war.”
“Y-Yeah,” Kaja stammered, “And… it’s not like we haven’t been through worse.”
“And if push comes to shove, I can fix you two up if things get dire,” Miteru smiled as she ruffled their heads, “I don’t wish to see you two hurt.”
“T-True,” Kajex blushed as he tried to compose himself, “Y-You have no idea how thankful we are for everything you do for us.”
“I’m just helping you go through the bad hand I unfortunately left for your family to bear,” Miteru answered, “Just my own form of repentance.”
All seemed good with the terms of the tournament. The twins were still feeling off about even participating, but they decided to play along with it for the time being. The public announcement of said tournament was to come very soon when all the participants arrived in Orrei. Atrimel however, was working on his own little side project in the meantime in the depths of Orrei Palace. He was just coming down from an upper passageway into the stadium sized cellar construction was taking place in.
“What’s the status of the Region Veiler?” Atrimel would ask, watching an entire construction crew’s worth of people work on a monumental device the size of a large building, “We don’t have much time until the Grand Clash begins.”
The raw aura Atrimel was exuding was shaking the dozens of workers to the core. Some would take mere glances at the king, but they would be met with a stern, intimidating look that was merely amplified when his scarred, blind eye would stare them down. They knew just continuing construction was much better for their well beings than wasting even milliseconds.
“Construction should finish by the time the tournament starts. Its foundation just needs more refining and we’re still waiting on the power core’s completion before installation,” an elderly weavile would remark, “And all 8 of the collars designed for the tournament’s combatants have all been sent to the participants selected by the other region leaders.”
“That’s good, goooood news,” Atrimel would grin as he’d look down at a remote attached to the inside of his cloak, “Operation Ragnarok’s prepwork is almost complete.”
“And this tournament’s a perfect way to get some of the best fighters in the world wrapped around your finger,” the weavile would chuckle, “They just need to get wor-”
“Be careful what you say doctor.” Atrimel would reply with a sharp, cold tone, “If arceus happens to glance at us while we work on all of this then Operation Ragnarok will fail before it even starts. We need to avoid speaking about it all until the Veiler is active.”
“My apologies,” the scientist would reply, “We’ll merely focus on finishing the Veiler until further notice.”
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Atrimel would scoff, “I’d better make sure Thorya doesn’t get too suspicious about my whereabouts. He already doesn’t trust me too much after last month’s complications.”
“I’ll alert you of any complications during construction milord,” the weavile would bow as Atrimel would walk away, leaving them to their own devices.
Meanwhile however, Thorya was just leaving his latest escapade in their father’s study, a look of horror being strewn across their face as they stepped closer to their bedroom. They saw something they were never supposed to see.
“He really did that…” Thorya mumbled under their breath, the look of horror growing in their eyes, “... and felt proud over what he did…”
Atrimel would step into the grand hall from the cellars of the palace, his signature, disappointed look intact as always. He’d glance up at Thorya as they were just about to enter their bedroom, his eyes already piercing through Thorya’s body.
“What were you doing?” Atrimel yelled in a grizzly tone to ensure Thorya heard him, a shiver running down the young zeraora’s spine.
“I-I was just out for a little walk, is all father,” Thorya meekly replied as they walked back into their bedroom, trying to keep the horror out of their eyes.
Thorya would close and lock the door behind them as Atrimel went about their business as per usual. Thorya would be hyperventilating as they sat down on their vast, plush mattress and gaze out towards the window.
“I can’t tell anyone yet,” they mumbled to themselves, “But I need to have him keep trusting me at least a little bit. I can’t be put down or anything like that until everyone knows the truth about the Aluras…”
Atrimel would merely walk towards the throne room. His signature look of disgust fixated right on the door to Thorya’s room for a brief moment before he decided to change topics on his mind.
“If he finds out everything I’ll have to deal with my own son as if he were a mere peasant,” he thought as he fixed his cape, “Until he finally sees the light I’m bestowing unto him and his descendants one way… or the other.”
It was a bustling day in the city. The sun was shining as bright as ever and the heat soaked into the inhabitants of Orrei as harshly as ever. Kajex and Kaja were currently just chilling at home with Miteru taking a nap in Kajex’s room while they played their video games in the living room fairly early into the night. Little did the two know, was that something very… unusual to say the least was about to come knocking at their door… quite literally.
“I’ll get it,” Kajex sighed as he got off the couch, in the middle of a game he was playing on his handheld console. As he opened the door what he saw would make him double back for a moment. One of the members of King Artimel’s elite guard, a breloom male whom he’d seen only in passing at Orrei Palace, was holding two boxes in their hands, holding them out towards Kajex.
“For you and your sister,” he began in an almost robotic, yet formal tone, “The King selected you two to partake in a special event I cannot disclose publicly.”
“O… kay?” Kajex awkwardly replied as he took the two boxes off of their hands, “Uh…. thanks?”
“He expects your arrival at the designated location in one week,” the guard said with a bow before turning away, “Don’t be late.”
As the guard left Kajex stepped back inside with a confused look on his face, shutting the door behind him as he saw one box with his name and the other Kaja’s. Kaja would glance off of her phone after hearing the King be mentioned.
“What does that guy want with us?” Kaja asked as she took the box with her name, “Pretty sure he knows how… apprehensive we are about dealing with that bastard after how he treated mom last month.”
“I have no idea,” Kajex shrugged as he took a seat, “Whatever it was, we’ll probably find out in these packages.” The two began to rip into the packages. After a bit of struggling they’d discover inside there were two items, a bizarre collar with the numbers 1 on Kajex’s collar, and 2 on Kaja’s, as well as a note in each. Kajex would read his aloud.
“The Orreian royal family will be holding a regional combat tournament called the Grand Clash in Amber City’s Thunder Fist Stadium in conjunction with the Unova, Galar, and Alola regions as a new way to strengthen the bonds between our regions. I have selected you and Kaja to be the two representatives of Orrei in the tournament. This cannot be transferred and failure to show up to the opening ceremony will… result in prison for life. Prize will be three hundred grand in pokedollars…”
“Wait WHAT?!” Kajex exclaimed, “What the hell makes HIM think we’d be any good in a fucking COMBAT tournament?! We’ve never been in an actual fistfight!”
“It’s… weird,” Kajex remarked as he scratched the back of his head, “But I don’t wanna go to prison for the rest of my life.”
“I-I mean… yeah,” Kaja sweated just thinking about that, “Is there anything about any edges we can give ourselves?” Kajex would examine the note further, taking notice of a little set of rules about the tournament that could potentially give them an edge… if they got lucky. This only further sunk Kajex’s hopes in them getting anywhere in the tournament.
“It says here we can use weapons if we want but…” Kajex sweated nervously, “All the weapon experience we have is taking turns swinging a toy sword as kids like Keyblades.”
“Y-Yeah,” Kaja remarked as she glanced down, “And… best we don’t use our powers during it. Could cause panic to any visitors in the crowd who don’t know about us.”
“Just another handicap on us I-I guess,” Kajex said as his muscles tensed up as he took a seat on the couch, trying to compose himself as he tried to reach for his system, but the intensity of their situation was weighing down on him. He couldn’t think straight with the amount of stress. It was almost as if… something deep inside him was gnawing at his psyche now.
“Welp…” Kaja sweated as she held her collar in her palm, “Hope Artimel doesn’t mind getting dead last in this tournament. I bet the other regions picked some proper fighters.”
“Not like he can force us to really… win if they do better in a fight than us,” Kajex sweated as he tried to take deep breaths to compose himself, “We’re not puppets or anything…”
As she mentioned that the drowsy Miteru would step out of Kajex’s room. Seeing the two hold onto the collars they were given as well as the nervous looks across their faces. She was more confused than anything.
“What’s going on with those collars?” the arceus asked out of curiosity, “They look so far outside your comfort zones to be wearing.”
“Seems they’re our… tickets to a tournament King Atrimel is forcing us to participate in,” Kaja summarized for Miteru, “It’s… weird.”
“Especially since they’re collars to register as our IDs,” Kajex remarked, “Wonder why he picked collars instead of something like armbands.” Miteru would simply roll her eyes over the summary. She was clearly not all that impressed with Atrimel’s decision over picking those two for something so important.
“Pfff that old coot picked you two?” Miteru shrugged, knowing how many screws were loose in the old cat’s head, “I mean… I know what you two are capable of, but those kinds of monsters aren’t you two. Never will be either.”
“N-Never will be those monsters,” Kajex remarked as he clenched his collar, a dull light sparking in his eyes.
“Not of our own free will at least,” Kaja remarked, shuddering as she remembered the experiments.
The twins awkwardly glanced towards each other, clinging to the collars tightly and thinking about the note that Atrimel had given them. They knew they had to at least give it a shot.
“Well… at worst we’ll probably just need to be in an infirmary for a while,” Kajex remarked, “No way he allowed this tournament to be lethal if people from other regions are coming. Could spark a whole war.”
“Y-Yeah,” Kaja stammered, “And… it’s not like we haven’t been through worse.”
“And if push comes to shove, I can fix you two up if things get dire,” Miteru smiled as she ruffled their heads, “I don’t wish to see you two hurt.”
“T-True,” Kajex blushed as he tried to compose himself, “Y-You have no idea how thankful we are for everything you do for us.”
“I’m just helping you go through the bad hand I unfortunately left for your family to bear,” Miteru answered, “Just my own form of repentance.”
All seemed good with the terms of the tournament. The twins were still feeling off about even participating, but they decided to play along with it for the time being. The public announcement of said tournament was to come very soon when all the participants arrived in Orrei. Atrimel however, was working on his own little side project in the meantime in the depths of Orrei Palace. He was just coming down from an upper passageway into the stadium sized cellar construction was taking place in.
“What’s the status of the Region Veiler?” Atrimel would ask, watching an entire construction crew’s worth of people work on a monumental device the size of a large building, “We don’t have much time until the Grand Clash begins.”
The raw aura Atrimel was exuding was shaking the dozens of workers to the core. Some would take mere glances at the king, but they would be met with a stern, intimidating look that was merely amplified when his scarred, blind eye would stare them down. They knew just continuing construction was much better for their well beings than wasting even milliseconds.
“Construction should finish by the time the tournament starts. Its foundation just needs more refining and we’re still waiting on the power core’s completion before installation,” an elderly weavile would remark, “And all 8 of the collars designed for the tournament’s combatants have all been sent to the participants selected by the other region leaders.”
“That’s good, goooood news,” Atrimel would grin as he’d look down at a remote attached to the inside of his cloak, “Operation Ragnarok’s prepwork is almost complete.”
“And this tournament’s a perfect way to get some of the best fighters in the world wrapped around your finger,” the weavile would chuckle, “They just need to get wor-”
“Be careful what you say doctor.” Atrimel would reply with a sharp, cold tone, “If arceus happens to glance at us while we work on all of this then Operation Ragnarok will fail before it even starts. We need to avoid speaking about it all until the Veiler is active.”
“My apologies,” the scientist would reply, “We’ll merely focus on finishing the Veiler until further notice.”
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Atrimel would scoff, “I’d better make sure Thorya doesn’t get too suspicious about my whereabouts. He already doesn’t trust me too much after last month’s complications.”
“I’ll alert you of any complications during construction milord,” the weavile would bow as Atrimel would walk away, leaving them to their own devices.
Meanwhile however, Thorya was just leaving his latest escapade in their father’s study, a look of horror being strewn across their face as they stepped closer to their bedroom. They saw something they were never supposed to see.
“He really did that…” Thorya mumbled under their breath, the look of horror growing in their eyes, “... and felt proud over what he did…”
Atrimel would step into the grand hall from the cellars of the palace, his signature, disappointed look intact as always. He’d glance up at Thorya as they were just about to enter their bedroom, his eyes already piercing through Thorya’s body.
“What were you doing?” Atrimel yelled in a grizzly tone to ensure Thorya heard him, a shiver running down the young zeraora’s spine.
“I-I was just out for a little walk, is all father,” Thorya meekly replied as they walked back into their bedroom, trying to keep the horror out of their eyes.
Thorya would close and lock the door behind them as Atrimel went about their business as per usual. Thorya would be hyperventilating as they sat down on their vast, plush mattress and gaze out towards the window.
“I can’t tell anyone yet,” they mumbled to themselves, “But I need to have him keep trusting me at least a little bit. I can’t be put down or anything like that until everyone knows the truth about the Aluras…”
Atrimel would merely walk towards the throne room. His signature look of disgust fixated right on the door to Thorya’s room for a brief moment before he decided to change topics on his mind.
“If he finds out everything I’ll have to deal with my own son as if he were a mere peasant,” he thought as he fixed his cape, “Until he finally sees the light I’m bestowing unto him and his descendants one way… or the other.”
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