Yellow - Faster than plane

“The pilots are gone?!” Karin said in a panic. All of Yellow’s other Pokemon had been recalled, ready to work, but Pika scampered off of Karin’s lap and up to Yellow’s shoulder as Karin stood, rummaging through her pockets for her phone. She was about to hit a button when the front of the plane lurched upward suddenly. Outside, Danny had planted his back against the underside of the plane, just below the nose, and had been pressing with all of his might just to force the plane back up. School buses he could carry, but this was a bit above his weight class.

*Danny, is this your doing?* a voice called out to him. Despite the wind rushing in his ears, Danny could hear the voice perfectly.

*Who’s this?*

*Elodie,* the voice called. *I’m speaking directly to your mind.*

*Wow, that’s… really useful. Yeah, I’m holding up the nose.*

*Good work,* Elodie thought back. *When the plane is stabilized, please begin checking its outer hull.*

*Hate to rain on your parade,* Danny said as the clouds parted and he got a better look at Japan sprawled out below them, *But we have bigger problems. Way, way bigger.* Inside the cabin, Elodie’s face grew grave, and she turned to meet the eyes of the others still in the cabin.

“Danny can see Japan below,” Elodie said plainly.

“Aren’t we still a few hours out?” Aqua asked with naked confusion.

“Apparently not,” Elodie responded. “But that’s not all. It seems we’re-”

Without warning the plane bucked to the right, and everyone in the cabin stumbled sideways. Whatever maneuver Luke had tried to pull wasn’t enough, and something rattled the entire plane and began a steady nosedive once again.

*AAGH!* Elodie heard from Danny in her mind. *Whatever just happened, DON’T DO THAT AGAIN!*

“...We’re under attack,” Elodie finished, moving to the window. The tip of the plane’s left wing to just before the turbine had been torn completely off as if by giant shears. While the turbine was intact, it was clearly nonfunctional, as billowing smoke issued forth from the mechanism in a thick trail behind the plane. In the distance, an enormous dinosaur reminiscent of ancient pteranodons screeched out a war cry as it darted among clouds in preparation for a second strike.

*I think I can hold it off,* Danny projected to Elodie’s mind, *but is it just me or did this thing get heavier?*

(...)

Elodie turned to the three remaining fighters not engaged in a task focusing on Yellow. “Can any of your creatures fly?”

Yellow nodded sharply. “Yes.”

“Can it fly faster than this plane?”

Yellow frowned, looking down at Kitty’s Pokeball in her hand. “Not right now, but… I think so.”

“I need you to get yourself, Karin and Gon to the airport. It’s overrun, and we need to clear it out to land safely. Can you do that?”

Yellow looked to Gon nervously. His face was serious, but somehow reassuring. To her opposite site, a flash of pink light caught her attention. Karin had transformed, her outfit replaced with what she had described earlier as a “hero uniform”, ornate and battle-ready. White ribbons extended along the arm she hadn’t used the entire flight, puppeting it like a piece of meat. She rested her puppeted hand on Yellow’s shoulder, offering a firm nod and a squeeze. It felt as though life had been breathed back into the limb for a tenuous second. Yellow met Elodie’s eyes again and nodded. “I can do it.”

“Good,” Elodie said firmly. “Our lives are in your hands, team. Get to work.”

(...)

The setup was simple. Karin, who had arm strength to spare, held both Gon and Yellow while Kitty clung to her back, acting as a pair of wings propelling her towards the airport in record time. Yellow’s eyes were closed as they flew, her connection with Kitty so deep that she could see through the Pokemon’s multifaceted eyes and lend him as much power as she could, accelerating his impressive speed to incredible levels.

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Round 8, FreestyleKneepad