It’s the small hours in the Alolan Gulf. You’re currently sitting in front of the air-defense control panels, scanning the radar of your Anti-Aircraft station… But this is Alola. There’s no war action within 300 miles of this island. Absolutely nothing has been flagged on your radar aside from normal Air Mantina flights en-route to Akala Int’l Airport.

You begin to fall into a sleep…

It’s only 5 minutes into your nap when your radar starts going off on ALERT mode before switching to EVASION phase. When you look, you find that there’s two inbound MIG-29 fighters inbound for a major fuel installation on Melemele Island. With no thoughts, you immediately arm two Patriots, ARM9 and ARM11, and send them careening off on their happy-go-lucky journey.

You hear two explosions, but no third or fourth… Wait… You targeted a MIG pair, right…? Right…?

Whatever you hit, it goes careening into the dense jungle. However, when you go out to find your kill…

You find that not only was your target not a MIG, but you actually bushwhacked the Eon Duo themselves out of the sky. You hit Latios with the brunt of the shrapnel from ARM9, and then sent him down from ARM11’s burst. He groans in pain, laying on the ground after getting a very hot Australian Wahooey Welcome (the name for accidentally getting shot over friendly territory, it’s happened to many) by your radar mistaking him for a MIG-29. Latias is at his side, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to keep her brother alive.

“Latio, please please PLEASE, DON’T DIE ON ME-!!!”

You can either keep this under wraps, or help them. Anyways, the brass-hats in DC will know soon.