eRUPT, or The Pokémoon Wing Z 4-EVA Project

[Shurikane]

Intro

This fic is the end result of a concept that's more than three years old. Back when everyone at high school was into Anime, fanfics, mechs, and notebook stories... We even used to buy a "notebook for the gang" and during class, we'd roleplay our respective Gundam characters and pass the notebook along when we had written our part. While joking around lunch table, the name Pokéoon Wing Z emerged.

The concept came back in chatrooms. I thus decided to take up the challenge: to write up a complete story with as many crossover elements as I can plug from Pokémon, Sailor Moon, Gundam Wing, Drangonball Z, and Neon Genesis Evangelion, all immensely popular and overrated Anime shows.

You'll see the results soon enough...

[Shurikane]

File 01: Hearts in History

"Lieutenant Fuyutsuki, your heart rate is abnormally high."

"I know it is! This battlefield's a mess!" Toji replied into his communicator. "Suzuki One, Suzuki Two, report."

"Suzuki One here. Target neutralized."

"Suzuki Two, target here is tougher than expected."

"I'm coming to help you. Keep at it."

The giant blue Mechacore turned to the right and began a sprint. It was supposed to be an easy job for Suzuki Section: eradicate a rebel base hidden inside an old factory on the southern Japanese coastline and capture any survivors (though, this was optional against those dirty rebels.)

There were flashes behind a silo. Two humanoid machines stepped into view, their laser axes locked against each other. The army green one was Suzuki Two's combat suit...

...The other was a Mechacore.

"Suzuki Two, get outta here, fast!!"

"I'm trying! Heat sinks can't take it anymore! If I try to run, his axe will go inside me!"

"I'm almost there! Don't give up!"

A spark.

Suzuki Two's axe broke in half. The enemy Mechacore lost balance for a moment but quickly regained it and gave a first slash into Suzuki Two's hull.

"I'm hit!! Starting ejec-- AAAARRRRRRRGH!!"

The Mechacore had sliced through the cockpit. Suzuki Two was dead.

The enemy suit turned its head and faced Toji.

"We meet again, Yellowtail."

"...Casino?!"

"That's right, buddy. Complete with a whole new paint job. You gave me some scratches last time we fought but I ain't licked yet! Let's make a bet this time: if I beat you, I'll let you go but only if you agree to repaint your Mechacore into a lovely hot pink with red hearts on the shoulders. You'll be the prettiest Mechacore in the world!"

"And if I win, you'll have to call me by the proper name of Hamachi once and for all! I won't let you American scum dishonor my callsign let alone my Mechacore!"

"You're on, Yellowtail. En garde!"

The axes collided, the shock sending both Mechacores stumbling backwards. Both pilots re-attempted the same move with the same results. Toji activated his jets and backed off, pulling out his Master Rifle.

"Not very creative today!"

"What about you and your cheap gunning? Lemme show ya some real sniper skills."

A blinding yellow ball of energy headed straight for Toji's cockpit section. In desperation, he raised his Mechacore's right arm to minimize the damage but he realized too late it was the one holding his rifle.

Bang. Direct hit. The rifle exploded right in Toji's face.

"See what I can do? I've improved a lot since last time. You're not getting away!"

"Hamachi, this is control. Mission over. Return to base."

"This is Hamachi, I'm in a situation here!"

"Ignore your threat and return to base immediately. Suzuki One is already on his way back."

Dammit! Toji thought. For once he was having the opportunity of a one-on-one against his nemesis and the control center just had to pull it away from him!

He dodged one last shot, reluctantly converted to fighter form and flew home.

[Shurikane]

File 02: The Pen Swings

SEPTEMBER 29, 20--
HONOLULU, HAWAII

The X-Axis has been fighting for over fifty years against the Titan Sphere and the newly formed Y-Axis. Those two military superpowers, occupying Europe and South America respectively, have pushed against North America's borders in an attempt to establish their doctrine and take out the liberty that the X-Axis has always been fighting for. Luckily, the Titan Sphere is also busy attempting to defend from the Shogun Shield, an East-Asian alliance with the strongest military power to date. Fortunately, they are not very active right now.

The Mechacores, giant morphable machines with unprecedented firepower, were produced in extremely limited quantities due to high costs, and then launched into the fray, causing havoc upon enemy territories. However, the enemy quickly laid their hands upon the technology, and built Mechacores of their own. The power of these machines was such that a single Mechacore back then could fight against an entire platoon of standard combat suits.

The governments soon found out about the Mechacore's potentials and began experimenting new modifications on them. Today, in the year 20--, the Mechacore is now officially considered a god of the earth and the skies, so dangerous that only a Mechacore could possibly fight and win over another Mechacore. The combat suits, though obsolete, were still widely used. The Mechacore plans have been long forgotten and possibly deleted, preventing us from producing any more. Anyways, the current models are so different than before that the original blueprints wouldn't be of any use.

It's the first anniversary of Hawaii's recapture. The X-Axis owns Greenland, Canada, USA, and Mexico. The Y-Axis has control over South America. The Titan Sphere is placed in Europe but has several bases in the Caribbeans and parts of Africa. Finally, the Shogun Shield is composed of China, Korea and Japan, though what they lack in size, they make up in strength.

The X-Axis has an advantage however: we originally had the funds to produce two Mechacores instead of one. They were originally named Granite and Alaska, but changed in honor of the pilots who used them: Casino and Cognac. A fitting retirement present for the both of us.

Today, a Mechacore is considered a mythical machine. Able to switch from airplane to walker mode in an instant, it can adapt to any given combat situation and avoid flurry after flurry of high-performance missiles. Moreover, scientists have developped quantum technologies to allow the Mechacore to fit into a briefcase, respond to external commands from the pilot, take basic initiatives if necessary, and multiply the pilot's mental capacities beyond all imagination. These were all things that were developped and installed after my retirement. These mods also made the Mechacores extremely picky in terms of pilot requirements. Even if I wanted to now, I wouldn't be able to use Casino at all. Modern Mechacores convert the pilot into pure energy. The pilot completely fuses with the machine and becomes one with it. Physical strength is now nothing against mental power. No longer does the pilot need to suffer G forces, concussions or accidents. No matter how hard the shock is, the pilot is safe under his energy form.

We, the four world powers, are still neck-to-neck in this war, always attempting to find new Mechacore upgrades and finding ways to counter the upgrades the enemy has installed.

Because the Mechacores are now considered top-secret, I have been forced to remain in the army until my death. I am no longer allowed to go out in public at all. My days are spent examining Casino, my old Mechacore, and teaching the new pilot the ropes of fighting in the army. I can't even look inside it, for it's wave-activated and will only respond to the pilot's appearance, voice and thought patterns together.

The pilot who succeeded me is called Trina. She's a 19 year old psychic who got pulled into the Mechacore division by the army's secret services after they found out her brain and soul were completely off the charts. My friend Cognac also got replaced by a female pilot, but I am now forbidden from talking to him, to keep the secret of the Mechacores. I might as well not talk at all...

First Lieutenant Wayne "Casino" Cressman