23rd-24th Of Water: Arriving & The Scanning Room
drexal15
Proud GM
You're in the midst of of a post-wake up meditation when the Locomon begins to decelerate. Fortunately, the braking is a slow process (unlike the last time you were on a halting Locomon) and instead of being thrown about, you're merely shifted about across the floor.
Twenty-three seconds later, the right face of your compartment begins emitting a whirring sound as the wall starts to lower into a ramp. Eye-searing light pours through the rapidly widening crack, forcing you to flinch away. After your gaze has readjusted to the bright morning light, you're met with the sight of five-holy digimon waiting outside. A number that quickly grows by a factor of seven as you plod down the ramp.
Most of them seem to be low-ranking soldiers, but you spot several rookies here and there along with one of those armored HolyAngemon. For the most part they're all unloading cargo from the compartments in front of your own, but others like the sole Pegasusmon seems to be on guard for something. It's hard to tell since your perspective as Gryzmon is so much larger, but you think this one is smaller than the mon you met in Hub City.
You don't seem to actually be inside *Alt City* proper, rather the Locomon has stopped at a station right outside the City-state's walls. Meaning everyone will be heading inside the old fashioned way. The platform you're on is perfectly maintained, free of debris and all but a smidgen of dirt. Formed entirely of thick white tiles that stretch around the Locomon track.
Stepping carefully so as not to trample anymon, you begin moving towards the front cars where your squad should be disembarking shorty. On the way, you manage to catch several whispers from the surrounding mon.
"Is he the one who beat Wolfmon?"
"It must be, look at the size of him. And that Scar."
"Lord In Heaven, what kind of food did they feed him in the northern frontier?"
Hearing that sort of small talk is... nice. It means your oath to Agnimon is being fulfilled, if only minorly at the moment. Though you're not the only mon in the party to get gossiped about.
"Oh there's the Stingmon. Scary. I heard he made Blitzmon to run away."
"Tch, the assassin probably ambushed him. You know how Stingmon are."
"Shhh, don't let him hear you!"
Beat an assassin? Why would they call him that? His path is of a warrior, not one of those-ah they're over there!
You hurriedly pick up the pace to meet up with the descending forms of Pit, Sparks and Beat. They leave ahead of the other reinforcements and split up. Unsurprisingly, the short Pidmon instantly launches into a cheerful greeting geared towards the new faces. Beat, steps beside his ramp and crosses his arms silently while Sparks makes straight for you. And after a second's movement is deposited safely on your shoulder.
Then La-Ardat's demonic form exits, and the gathered soldiers freeze. The sudden fear etched onto their faces is nearly tangible, though the sole Ultimate among them seems non-plussed. She looks almost surprised at their reaction for a moment, but suddenly switches to cruel amusement. Her smirk nearly sends a shiver down your spine. The armored angel frowns in her direction, his right arm twitching, but thankfully doesn't attack.
Naturally, the crowd's reaction fades away as Throne HolyAngemon exits behind her and barks an order:
"Get back to work! The Lord does not tolerate idle hands and neither do I!" That seems enough to snap them out of it and a moment later, the party is able to assemble unmolested. "Sergeant Pit, Bellators Gryzmon and Stingmon, Initiates Wizardmon and LadyDevimon. Follow. We move to enter Alt City."
"Yes sir!" Pit replies snapping off a salute. "Come fellow warriors! Let us finally enter the most holy city on this world!"
"Hn."
"Tch, holy? 'tis nothing special."
... I disagree.
Looking upon the Blessed Host's home is a breathtaking event now that you're not worried about meeting up with the others. Truly taking in the large marble wall reveals a sort of... thrumming power. One that makes part of your mind recoil and another smaller portion sing in happiness.
For one reason or another the gold-embroidered stone is not nearly as tall as the veritable mountain surrounding Hub City, but... somehow it feels even stronger. As if something has reinforced the material to be far tougher than the base material. Without testing the wall yourself it's impossible to tell exactly what's going on, but you trust the feeling in your core.
Throne HolyAngemon brusquely floats towards a pair of barely visible doors (ones large enough for even you to fit through with ease) and places his left hand flat in the center of the crack. A moment later, the entire thing begins to open.
He didn't say anything! Was that High Programming?... maybe some sort of technology?
However, after fully extending, you're not with a hall directly into the town, but rather a dull metal barrier just several feet inside.
"*Ahem*" The holy Ultimate coughs. "For security reasons, all entering Alt City must be scanned." He explains, pointing his blade towards what you now guess to be the entrance of a massive scanner. "Line up. Bellator Verge is first."
"Uh, sir?' Pit questions with an upraised hand. "Why not just scan us all at once?"
"Heh, 'twould be much faster"
"Because it's my order." your officer half growls before taking a short, annoyed breath. "Sergeant Pit, that is normally the case. But the wide range of species and mutations of certain members may overtax the scanner if entering all at once." Even as he speaks, the metal barrier lifts up, revealing a dark room seemingly made up entirely of the odd panels you'd seen at the gym and Frigimon's orphanage. "I will be entering the control room to gather any results, the speakers up top will announce who's next."
... like Gorimon's scanner. Oh, Spirits please let this one be made of sterner material. Also Speakers?... there aren't any digimon above us. But, some sort of black box? It has a lot of holes is that it?
You nod once and pad forwards, nervously entering the gigantic scanner. At first you're a bit worried that your war-gauntlets might cause damage to the floor components, but surprisingly the material doesn't so much as get scratched.
It must be reinforced with something. Interesting. I wonder how it would hold up against-
"Hold still and relax." An authoritative, female voice announces from the four corners of the room. You whirl about, looking for the source, but it's just more of those odd boxes. "Bellator. Follow my orders. You will hold still."
"I will." You reply after a moment, nearly nodding, but catching yourself at the last moment.
"Good. It will take another twelve seconds for me to calibrate the equipment for your mass and another for me to recite the trigger spell." With that the noise cuts abruptly off.
Trigger spell? This isn't purely mechanical in nature? That is most curious.
Exactly twenty-four seconds later, the room is brought to illumination by dull red light as every panel begins it's work. You can quite literally feel your body being assaulted by the powerful waves of whatever the scanner is emitting, but bear through it.
"I've never seen this kind of size mutation at work." The voice booms out once more. "Your mass is over 200% higher than that of the largest Gryzmon in our databanks. Normally the body can't adapt to all that extra growth, so what is and... HolyAngemon there's!-"
"Ignore it." Your superiors voice cuts in. "The s-data you're looking at there is a side effect of something else Imperius Taomon. Not a security risk."
Ignore it? Ignore what?! What did they find? How would it be a security risk?
"Yes sir! Nothing to be concerned about Bellator-what in Kami's name?"
Kami?... wasn't that what Sorcerymon called Pit's deity?... does this mean there are different sects?
"This can't be right… I'm reading traces of a chrome digizoid alloy in your equipment. How in Kami's name would a champion get his hands on this sort of material…"
"They can't. He's never been to Chrome Plateau."
"It's not an error sir. That's what the scanner is showing.
I see. This Chrome Digizoid must be potent metal. It's presence must be why I was able to stop SkullSatomon and Angewomon's attack… it's also certainly why my claws bear this weight.
"Oh by the Lord there's more! What is wrong with your attribute?! This… it can't be real! My readings must be off! They have to be no digimon could possible be built this way!"
Ah... this.
"It is correct!" You shout, hoping that there's a way for your voice to carry through. "My foundation is constructed from Virus and Vaccine both."
"You can't! Your body should be ripping itself apart not-"
The flustered digimon's voice is cut off as a blaring noise ruptures out from the speakers.
"You… you posses data from beyond the gates!" An actual note of fear enters the digimon voice followed by the sound of something being slammed. "It's an abomination! Delete it! Take it out now!" Which is when the chamber's sides open up to reveal several dozen strange tubes. Similar to to the weapons of a Commandramon or Tankmon, which means they're loaded with projectiles of some sort.
Spirits below what's going on?! The gates? We're all from outside the gates! Why is she trying to kill me! These weapons... are they powerful enough to do so?
"Taomon I order you to stand down now!"
"We can't sir! He-that thing can't be allowed to leave!"
... will she listen?
=== Choose One:
[] Defend Yourself: If *Taomon* decides to give into fear and ignore your superiors orders, then you need to be ready to block... which could be difficult given that the weapons are aimed at you from all sides. Plus, if the Throne does get her to calm down, then you wouldn't be doing anything rash.
[] Make An Exit: You're not going to wait around while the two digimon argue. Attempt to break out the way you came. Perhaps it's time to dive into that feeling that's around your claws, it might be something that could assist your escape.
===
Agility (Training weights) 1
Kata with Beat: Endurance Training/2
Meditation: 2 Special, 2 Spirit
Supplements: Fortitude, Endurance
-13.75 Endurance
-4.75 Agility
-7 Strength
-6.25 Fortitude
-12.5 Special
-8 Spirit
Twenty-three seconds later, the right face of your compartment begins emitting a whirring sound as the wall starts to lower into a ramp. Eye-searing light pours through the rapidly widening crack, forcing you to flinch away. After your gaze has readjusted to the bright morning light, you're met with the sight of five-holy digimon waiting outside. A number that quickly grows by a factor of seven as you plod down the ramp.
Most of them seem to be low-ranking soldiers, but you spot several rookies here and there along with one of those armored HolyAngemon. For the most part they're all unloading cargo from the compartments in front of your own, but others like the sole Pegasusmon seems to be on guard for something. It's hard to tell since your perspective as Gryzmon is so much larger, but you think this one is smaller than the mon you met in Hub City.
You don't seem to actually be inside *Alt City* proper, rather the Locomon has stopped at a station right outside the City-state's walls. Meaning everyone will be heading inside the old fashioned way. The platform you're on is perfectly maintained, free of debris and all but a smidgen of dirt. Formed entirely of thick white tiles that stretch around the Locomon track.
Stepping carefully so as not to trample anymon, you begin moving towards the front cars where your squad should be disembarking shorty. On the way, you manage to catch several whispers from the surrounding mon.
"Is he the one who beat Wolfmon?"
"It must be, look at the size of him. And that Scar."
"Lord In Heaven, what kind of food did they feed him in the northern frontier?"
Hearing that sort of small talk is... nice. It means your oath to Agnimon is being fulfilled, if only minorly at the moment. Though you're not the only mon in the party to get gossiped about.
"Oh there's the Stingmon. Scary. I heard he made Blitzmon to run away."
"Tch, the assassin probably ambushed him. You know how Stingmon are."
"Shhh, don't let him hear you!"
Beat an assassin? Why would they call him that? His path is of a warrior, not one of those-ah they're over there!
You hurriedly pick up the pace to meet up with the descending forms of Pit, Sparks and Beat. They leave ahead of the other reinforcements and split up. Unsurprisingly, the short Pidmon instantly launches into a cheerful greeting geared towards the new faces. Beat, steps beside his ramp and crosses his arms silently while Sparks makes straight for you. And after a second's movement is deposited safely on your shoulder.
Then La-Ardat's demonic form exits, and the gathered soldiers freeze. The sudden fear etched onto their faces is nearly tangible, though the sole Ultimate among them seems non-plussed. She looks almost surprised at their reaction for a moment, but suddenly switches to cruel amusement. Her smirk nearly sends a shiver down your spine. The armored angel frowns in her direction, his right arm twitching, but thankfully doesn't attack.
Naturally, the crowd's reaction fades away as Throne HolyAngemon exits behind her and barks an order:
"Get back to work! The Lord does not tolerate idle hands and neither do I!" That seems enough to snap them out of it and a moment later, the party is able to assemble unmolested. "Sergeant Pit, Bellators Gryzmon and Stingmon, Initiates Wizardmon and LadyDevimon. Follow. We move to enter Alt City."
"Yes sir!" Pit replies snapping off a salute. "Come fellow warriors! Let us finally enter the most holy city on this world!"
"Hn."
"Tch, holy? 'tis nothing special."
... I disagree.
Looking upon the Blessed Host's home is a breathtaking event now that you're not worried about meeting up with the others. Truly taking in the large marble wall reveals a sort of... thrumming power. One that makes part of your mind recoil and another smaller portion sing in happiness.
For one reason or another the gold-embroidered stone is not nearly as tall as the veritable mountain surrounding Hub City, but... somehow it feels even stronger. As if something has reinforced the material to be far tougher than the base material. Without testing the wall yourself it's impossible to tell exactly what's going on, but you trust the feeling in your core.
Throne HolyAngemon brusquely floats towards a pair of barely visible doors (ones large enough for even you to fit through with ease) and places his left hand flat in the center of the crack. A moment later, the entire thing begins to open.
He didn't say anything! Was that High Programming?... maybe some sort of technology?
However, after fully extending, you're not with a hall directly into the town, but rather a dull metal barrier just several feet inside.
"*Ahem*" The holy Ultimate coughs. "For security reasons, all entering Alt City must be scanned." He explains, pointing his blade towards what you now guess to be the entrance of a massive scanner. "Line up. Bellator Verge is first."
"Uh, sir?' Pit questions with an upraised hand. "Why not just scan us all at once?"
"Heh, 'twould be much faster"
"Because it's my order." your officer half growls before taking a short, annoyed breath. "Sergeant Pit, that is normally the case. But the wide range of species and mutations of certain members may overtax the scanner if entering all at once." Even as he speaks, the metal barrier lifts up, revealing a dark room seemingly made up entirely of the odd panels you'd seen at the gym and Frigimon's orphanage. "I will be entering the control room to gather any results, the speakers up top will announce who's next."
... like Gorimon's scanner. Oh, Spirits please let this one be made of sterner material. Also Speakers?... there aren't any digimon above us. But, some sort of black box? It has a lot of holes is that it?
You nod once and pad forwards, nervously entering the gigantic scanner. At first you're a bit worried that your war-gauntlets might cause damage to the floor components, but surprisingly the material doesn't so much as get scratched.
It must be reinforced with something. Interesting. I wonder how it would hold up against-
"Hold still and relax." An authoritative, female voice announces from the four corners of the room. You whirl about, looking for the source, but it's just more of those odd boxes. "Bellator. Follow my orders. You will hold still."
"I will." You reply after a moment, nearly nodding, but catching yourself at the last moment.
"Good. It will take another twelve seconds for me to calibrate the equipment for your mass and another for me to recite the trigger spell." With that the noise cuts abruptly off.
Trigger spell? This isn't purely mechanical in nature? That is most curious.
Exactly twenty-four seconds later, the room is brought to illumination by dull red light as every panel begins it's work. You can quite literally feel your body being assaulted by the powerful waves of whatever the scanner is emitting, but bear through it.
"I've never seen this kind of size mutation at work." The voice booms out once more. "Your mass is over 200% higher than that of the largest Gryzmon in our databanks. Normally the body can't adapt to all that extra growth, so what is and... HolyAngemon there's!-"
"Ignore it." Your superiors voice cuts in. "The s-data you're looking at there is a side effect of something else Imperius Taomon. Not a security risk."
Ignore it? Ignore what?! What did they find? How would it be a security risk?
"Yes sir! Nothing to be concerned about Bellator-what in Kami's name?"
Kami?... wasn't that what Sorcerymon called Pit's deity?... does this mean there are different sects?
"This can't be right… I'm reading traces of a chrome digizoid alloy in your equipment. How in Kami's name would a champion get his hands on this sort of material…"
"They can't. He's never been to Chrome Plateau."
"It's not an error sir. That's what the scanner is showing.
I see. This Chrome Digizoid must be potent metal. It's presence must be why I was able to stop SkullSatomon and Angewomon's attack… it's also certainly why my claws bear this weight.
"Oh by the Lord there's more! What is wrong with your attribute?! This… it can't be real! My readings must be off! They have to be no digimon could possible be built this way!"
Ah... this.
"It is correct!" You shout, hoping that there's a way for your voice to carry through. "My foundation is constructed from Virus and Vaccine both."
"You can't! Your body should be ripping itself apart not-"
The flustered digimon's voice is cut off as a blaring noise ruptures out from the speakers.
"You… you posses data from beyond the gates!" An actual note of fear enters the digimon voice followed by the sound of something being slammed. "It's an abomination! Delete it! Take it out now!" Which is when the chamber's sides open up to reveal several dozen strange tubes. Similar to to the weapons of a Commandramon or Tankmon, which means they're loaded with projectiles of some sort.
Spirits below what's going on?! The gates? We're all from outside the gates! Why is she trying to kill me! These weapons... are they powerful enough to do so?
"Taomon I order you to stand down now!"
"We can't sir! He-that thing can't be allowed to leave!"
... will she listen?
=== Choose One:
[] Defend Yourself: If *Taomon* decides to give into fear and ignore your superiors orders, then you need to be ready to block... which could be difficult given that the weapons are aimed at you from all sides. Plus, if the Throne does get her to calm down, then you wouldn't be doing anything rash.
[] Make An Exit: You're not going to wait around while the two digimon argue. Attempt to break out the way you came. Perhaps it's time to dive into that feeling that's around your claws, it might be something that could assist your escape.
===
Agility (Training weights) 1
Kata with Beat: Endurance Training/2
Meditation: 2 Special, 2 Spirit
Supplements: Fortitude, Endurance
-13.75 Endurance
-4.75 Agility
-7 Strength
-6.25 Fortitude
-12.5 Special
-8 Spirit
- Strength: 2678.00->2685.00
- Fortitude: 2348.25->2354.50
- Endurance: 1824.75->1838.50
- Agility: 1667.75->1673.50
- Special: 2144.25->2156.75
- Spirit: 1812.00->1820.75
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