Beheeyem
Self-Name*: Ohbem
*The naming situation is complicated, see below
First of all, we need to get some naming convention out of the way. Beheeyem and Ohbem are both names for the same species, but they have contextual meanings that describe where the individual being referred to originates. Beheeyem are members of the species born on Pokérin. Ohbem are those born anywhere else, though usually in the Ohbem Conjugation, a spacefaring political entity that prefers to be secret but was forced into the open due to our interactions on Pokérin.
Beheeyem are short, vaguely humanoid beings with large heads, no mouths, and colored lights on their fingers they use to communicate. They are perfectly capable of understanding Pokérinian speech and writing, but prefer to keep to themselves for completely understandable reasons.
See, Beheeyem are not actually pokémon. They originate from the planet Ohba, a cold world orbiting a blue star roughly thirteen light-years from Pokérin. The inhabitants of Ohba, the Ohbem, developed warp drive in a relative vacuum since they lived in a relatively uninhabited area of the galaxy and were able to explore without much difficulty. Pokérin was the first planet they discovered with life already on it, though at that time it wasn’t as advanced as it is now—pokéballs hadn’t even been invented yet.
The Ohbem decided they had no right to interfere with the societies forming, but they did want to learn about them and take samples (they find sheep-like pokémon the most interesting, apparently they resemble “cute” animals from their homeworld). They began large-scale investigations on the planet, putting down several covert observation outposts and performing examinations similar to how the Federation would have if Pokérin hadn’t invented warp drive when we arrived, though notably with a lot less regulation because they had no previous experience.
And then, without warning, their ships started being destroyed. Any ship attempting to leave or enter the atmosphere was vaporized and they couldn’t figure out what was doing it. Since their interstellar space program was still rather young, they couldn’t afford to keep sending ships. So they were forced to leave their people on Pokérin’s surface, maintaining contact with them only through radio and subspace.
The descendants of those left behind are called the Beheeyem. Their culture is still united, that of survivors living on an alien world. They have access to amazing technology but only live in select groups and small compounds, keeping their presence hidden. They continue to learn as much about Pokérin as they can. They do not study sapience as much as I do—their main concern lies with Infinity Energy, especially because, after living on Pokérin for several generations, they started accessing the Psychic-typing themselves.
They still retained the use of a few of their ships, though naturally they never dared to take any out of the atmosphere until they could figure out what had been attacking them. The Federation was lucky: we only sent down occasional shuttlecraft, everything else was done through the transporter.
How Ur came to know of the Beeheeyem’s story, I have no idea. But he knew their technology was available. All he had to do was make them use one: and a simple distress call from a lost Beheeyem colony was easy enough to simulate. We later found out that he had ordered the complete massacre of the colony as a “bonus” to the plan.
As the Beheeyem ship crossed over the sea to answer the distress call, the Malamars took full control of the situation, spiking the ship in half. They took the ship under their control and captured the crew—again, not killing this time. They wanted more audience for what they were about to do.
Such a large number of prisoners can be rowdy, and we did try a few escape attempts. But with Tapu Koko limited with a heavy-duty shock collar, it was an easy matter for any Malamar to hypnotize one of us to turn on the others—or threaten to cut their own neck. Unlike Hypnos, a Malamar’s mind control need not be subtle in the slightest.
I heard much about “operations in the Galar region” and “communications coming through that confirm success on the other side.” The Beheeyem craft they’d captured was not the only one they targeted, another one had been tricked to fly over Galar and was captured.
While we waited, biting our nails, we were able to talk to the Beheeyem. We learned of their history, and also that they had been watching us. Trying to determine if they should make contact with us or remain hidden. They had sent only scant reports to the Ohbem, afraid we would hear it if they used too many long-range signals. They were also more than a little afraid that the Pokérinians would object to having been the subject of research and some experimentation over the last few centuries.
The individual Beheeyem we got to know the best was Enkayel, an engineer, who spent much of his time with us trying to figure out what Ur was up to. Why not just hijack a Federation ship? It would have more advanced technology. And why imprison all these people? What was the point?
Ur overhead one of these discussions and couldn’t help but gloat. The point, he said, was chaos. When we asked why Ur seemed to think it was close enough to time to fill us in. He took us to the Beheeyem craft, which they had broken open and plugged all sorts of wires into, making use of Rotoms to fully understand the machinery within. A screen displayed Pokérin and the orbit of the Inquiry.
Their plan was diabolical. As soon as the Inquiry was on the far side of the planet and out of sensor range, they would use the communications network within both of their craft at once to send a massively boosted signal directly to Ohba. The message? Alien invaders had come to Pokérin and were conquering it, enslaving their people. It was a desperate cry for help, encoded with all the official security codes. While many Beheeyem could resist Malamar mind control, enough of them fell in that the message could be filled out nigh-perfectly.
And the Ohbem, while having been willing to leave their people on the planet rather than lose more in a rescue attempt, were not willing to let their “lost children” just be conquered. Mysterious danger or no, they were coming.
In the time since the original landing on Pokérin, Ohbem technology had advanced considerably. Not to the point of the Federation, but to the point that it only took thirteen minutes for the fleet to arrive. Many dozens of their ships entered orbit all at once, appearing in the skies as bright flashes of light congregated mostly around the Galar and Alola regions, but they were in high enough orbit that few were the places that didn’t see the lights.
This brought worldwide panic.
The Inquiry stood down and surrendered immediately. However, they were not the only ship in orbit, as our Klingon and Romulan counterparts were there as well. The Romulans made no aggressive move but also refused to stand down. The Klingons saw the fleet as a threat and opened fire. Their firepower was immensely superior to the Ohbem—but the Ohbem had numbers.
We saw the Klingon ship and several Ohbem ships explode in the sky above us. This seemed to delight Ur: “Delightful chaos! Delicious chaos! Come, Zygarde, and fix what we have wrought!”
Zygarde never came. This distressed Ur greatly. This was the most chaotic event that had occurred in centuries, perhaps even millennia. Where was the Lord of Order?
In the middle of Ur’s rant, Rayquaza showed up.