PokeTanks (TM)

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​The thought process behind this masterpiece​:

​Nostalgia: Hey.

Me: *sighs* What is it?

​Nostalgia: Remember Pokémon?

​Me: Yeah...

​Brain: Well what if you combine Pokémon, and Tanks? Genius!

​Me: ...

Nostalgia: Hey now. What's a bit of fun going to do?

​Me: okay... alright, you win.

 

​I *might* turn this into a series.

 

​Pie presents:

 

​PokeTanks

 

​I wanna be

The very best

​Like no one ever was

​To capture them is my real test

​To train them is my cause

 

​I will travel across the land

Searching far and wide

​Teach PokeTanks to understand

​The power that's inside

 

​PokeTanks! A blatant ripoff​ Gotta catch 'em all

It's you and me

​I know it's my destiny

​PokeTanks! Oh, you're my best friend

​In a world we must defend

 

​...

 

​PokeTanks!

 

 

 

​The autumn wind scattered a few leaves across the empty playground. Empty that was, save for a group of kids intensely watching by the side of the basketball court, as if there was some fight that was about to go down. Which there was. The two kids stood on opposite sides of the court.

 

The taller one was called Raptor. He had slick black hair and sported a backwards baseball cap, a T-shirt featuring some band logo, ripped jeans, and a smug grin. He was cracking his knuckles gleefully.

 

​The shorter one was called Phoenix. Much like his namesake, he had gold-auburn hair. He wore a blue jacket over his shirt, khakis, and sneakers. Not too fancy, as if he didn't want to stick out. His face was contorted into a scowl.

 

​Raptor coughed. "What's that, Birdy? You're too scared to fight me?"

 

​"I hardly think a rematch will be necessary. I'm sure we all know how well your last fight against me went."

 

​There were a few whoops and cheers from the crowd and Raptor took a step back and sneered. "That was because I wasn't prepared. I'll take you down a few pegs today after I crush you!"

 

​Phoenix smirked. "I don't know, man. I'm number three in the rankings right now. You're not even top ten."

 

​Raptor turned bright red and glared at the giggling crowd. "Shut up! I'm probably still better than all of you combined! I'm still one of the best in the school!"

 

​"I'm surprised. Your dad pays for all your modifications and you still don't have your name on the scoreboard? What are you, a really bad Trainer or something?"

 

​Raptor was fuming. "Enough of this! Let's see if you can beat my Viking!"

 

​There was a loud snapping sound, and a crack formed in the ground. Various members of the crowd gasped. "So this is what an A Tier Tank looks like..."

 

​Slowly, a blizzard of pieces began flying out of the crack and forming into a tank. It was about the size of a small car, but looked much meaner. It had metallic paint and various attachments that defied any attempt to assign a name to them. Resting perfectly on top of the tank was a fierce cannon. The Viking sat still, awaiting orders.

 

​"See this? My Viking is a Hammer class Tank. One round can shred right through your pathetic hulls."

 

​Phoenix took a step back. "That may be true, but I doubt you'll be able to catch up to my Hornet."

 

​As soon as the sentence was finished, a blinding circle of light appeared on the basketball court. Despite looking away, a member of the audience could hear the sound of skidding treads screeching to a halt. A few moments later, the light was replaced by a slightly battered tank, with the turret cocked slightly to the side.

 

​"Firebird class. Best close range class there is."

 

​"Whatever," Raptor spat, gesturing with his hand as if bored. "Blow that wannabe flamethrower right off, Viking."

 

​The barrel of the Hammer lit up with a high pitch squeal. Sensing the danger, Hornet quickly accelerated sideways, and Phoenix dove in the opposite direction.

 

​The shot was unleashed a moment later. Where the Tank was once standing was now a series of craters in the ground. Dirt and pieces of the court had been flung up and were strewn around the edges. The audience had quickly dispersed, many of them in search of a safer place to watch.

 

​Phoenix got up, cursing. "That thing is a monster! I don't remember the Hammer class being quite so strong."

 

​Raptor laughed. "I modified it a bit. So what if it damages the landscape?"

 

​"You could seriously injure someone. That's against the rules."

 

​"Wasn't aiming for you. Whoops."

 

​As if finally realizing that its shot missed, Viking turned around to try and shoot again. Its turret slowly turned around in a 360 degree rotation trying to find Hornet. After finishing its search, it was even more bewildered. The elusive tank wasn't in sight.

 

​"Where did it go?"

 

​As if on cue, Hornet burst from behind a nearby building and rushed towards Viking. Viking quickly turned around, charged up, and fired, but Hornet was too fast. The shot went wide and succeeded only in uprooting an unlucky tree that happened to be in the line of fire.

 

​Hornet had moved to the back of Viking and was now giving the rear a good roasting. The metallic paint had begun to turn a sooty color. Although the exterior was undamaged, everyone knew that Viking would soon overheat and explode if it remained that way.

 

​Understanding its predicament, Viking spun around and tried to fire at Hornet again. Unfortunately, as Viking moved, so did Hornet.

 

​"It's too slow!" cried a spectator.

 

​Viking tried to rotate its turret to be able to fire a shot off at Hornet, but Hornet was faster. An unfortunate consequence of the heavy-hitting Hammer class is that it is unable to rotate very fast. As the turret slowly spun around, Hornet just ran circles around Viking faster, slowly barbecuing it the whole time.

 

​"You useless piece of scrap metal," cried an outraged Raptor, "if you can't even hit a fly, how are you going to go up against the stronger opponents?!"

 

​It seemed the battle was over. If Viking was unable to get a shot off, then it would eventually overheat and explode. The audience was disappointed. They had expected an epic fight, but this was just a mere game of tag.

 

​However, as Hornet continued to spin around Viking, it suddenly backed up. Hornet quickly swerved out of the way, but it was no use. With the sudden burst of speed, Viking managed to clip the back of Hornet.

 

Although this might not seem like a big deal, it is. Hornet is very light and fast. Its biggest strength is its biggest weakness, though, and it is unbalanced easily. Against any other Tank, barring Wasp, the clip in the back would have been trivial. But Hornet was now wobbling at a dangerous angle. See, a Hornet must be very careful. It must take extra caution not to flip over, and this Hornet was no exception. It was desperately trying to regain its balance.

 

​There was a collective intake of breath from the audience.

 

​Viking had the perfect opportunity for a shot. While Hornet was distracted, Viking had been able to line up for a shot. This was almost certainly game over.

 

​"Over here, you big Norse leviathan!"

 

​Viking turned around. Phoenix was waving and futilely punching its hull. "Yeah, you! What are you looking at?"

 

​Viking backed up a little bit. It twitched, and began to charge up. Phoenix's eyes widened as the situation dawned on him, and he scrambled to dodge to the side.

 

​There was a loud explosion and a crunching sound. Pools of blood began to form on the ground.

 

​Phoenix had been a little too slow. Where his hand once was, was now a useless fleshy lump. He lay on the ground, convulsing in pain.

 

​Raptor laughed. "Finish him off."

 

​The shocked crowd watched in horror as the turret slowly turned towards Phoenix. Desperately, he tried to crawl away, but he might as well have been not moving.

 

​"Uh... Raptor? Don't the rules forbid killing innocent people?" asked a spectator meekly.

 

​"What? This guy's fighting. He obviously will do anything to win. I don't know what your definition of innocent is, but I don't think he counts in my book."

 

​Viking began the charge up.

 

​There was a loud explosion. Shouts of shock and surprise came from the audience. They couldn't see clearly through the cloud of dust and smoke, but the end result was evident to everyone.

 

​As the cloud cleared, an almost indignant looking Hornet stood behind the ruins of Viking. He continued to roast the remains, as if making sure that the Tank was dead, before backing up and coasting over to his Trainer.

 

​"Wha...?" Raptor asked, dumbfounded.

 

​Phoenix slowly got up, leaning on Hornet. "You're going to pay for this."

 

​That snapped Raptor out of his shock. "Look! I... I didn't mean it okay? I wouldn't actually try to kill you or... or anything!"

 

​He began to back up. Not only was Phoenix glaring at him, but so were several members of the audience. He coughed and tried to look confident. "Anyways... Uh... you won, so congrats. I don't need to stay around here anymore... Got to go, bye!"

 

​He dashed away. Many pairs of eyes followed him as he turned the corner, then they focused on Phoenix as he slumped down beside Hornet.

 

​"Sir, are you okay?"

 

​Phoenix opened his eyes. "I'm fine. Go get the Doctor, will you?"

 

​"Sir, your hand..."

 

​Phoenix looked at it. "Oh."

 

​His link was gone. When a trainer receives their Tank, a link is also created on a part of their body. They are then able to use that to summon and unsummon the Tank. It is a sort of connection, that binds the Tank and Trainer. When the Tank is not in use, it is able to repair and improve itself in a separate universe. After a battle, as long as it has not sustained an incredibly serious injury, a Tank will be able to get in shape for the next fight.

 

​At least, that's what the organization running the whole affair claims. Without a link, Hornet would not be able to be unsummoned and would remain in the world until its destruction. Then it would be destroyed forever and unable to return.

 

​So the situation was very grave.

 

​A student came running over with a man with graying hair and spectacles.

 

​"Fighting again?"

 

​"Sir, Raptor... he broke the rules, they were fighting... but he-"

 

​The Doctor raised a hand and the student fell silent. "I don't want to hear it."

 

He observed the lump. "Hammer shot... You're lucky it was indirect or it would've blown your head off. Come on. We'll take you to my office. The rest of you, disperse."

Edited March 30, 2018 by Blackdrakon30

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I tried making a Tanki parody of the Pokemon song a while back; this really brought back some memories.  :P As someone with a lot of competitive Pokemon knowledge, it was an entertaining story, and I definitely think a sequel would be fun. It's a really neat idea to make the tanks essentially become the Pokemon in this scenario; I never really even thought of that as a possibility. Of course, the one hitch is a limited universe due to the much more finite nature of Hulls and Turrets compared to Pokemon, but it's not a major issue I suppose because there's still enough to make a story work.

 

And now I'll stop rambling.  :ph34r: 

[Pyre 3,485]

No. Just... no.

I like it, but dont tell anyone! :ph34r:

 

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

 Where his hand once was, was now a useless fleshy lump. He lay on the ground, convulsing in pain.

 

I don't remember Pokemon being this gruesome but well done!

[Pyre 3,485]

I don't remember Pokemon being this gruesome

Not the anime, for sure. There was some messed up stuff in the games though.