Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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32nd-33rd Of Wood: Not The Only Monster Gramps Raised.
drexal15
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"…"
"Just to start off." Sparks raises his free hand placatively. "This wasn't-er, mostly wasn't my fault." The Wisemon's proclamation earns him a very dubious look, however after a moment you nod. For all his shenanigans, and excuses, your friend does appear to be serious about this matter not being what it looks like.
Which would be him assassinating one of the Machine Precinct's leaders out of greed.
"Very well, I do not believe you would act so indiscriminately… now." You murmur seriously. "Tell me what transpired."
"Whew, good." The wizard digimon breathes out a sigh of relief. "Heh, for a second there I thought ya might've been takin' too much after Beat. Already quoted him a couple days back and-"
"The head." You cut in sharply. "Explain why you have it."
"Yeah about that…" He trails off into a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "Well ya see…"
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Tch, finally! I've been waitin' for that bastard all mornin'!
SL-24, AKA the friggen' sonuvabitch piloting his warmachine stepped out from the Machine Precinct base. The big boxy factory didn't look like much from the outside, but from what Sparks had *found out* (i.e. stolen) he knew it extended at least a dozen stories underground and boasted quite the security system.
Sparks the Wisemon checked over his stealth spells one final time, then swooped down after the enormous armored Andromon. All that stealth trainin' from that friggen' prick of a rat and the Bulwark hunters were coming in handy right now. Heh, his magic was even foolin' the Ult's high-grade sensors.
Being ordered around like this by Leopardmon was annoyin' as heck, however this served their mutual interest. Findin' out who the prime engineer was heading out to meet with, and discover' his doubtlessly nefarious plans.
… plus it gave him a break from havin' to deal with the Madam's ridiculous friggen' petitioners. Seriously if this kept up he might end up fryin' one of those whiny bastards just to shut'em up!
The Legendary Warrior followed close behind his target, silently glaring the entire time. It was a real good thing his spells could suppress aura as well as physical presences, or else some annoyin' mon might pick up on him being rightfully pissed off. After all, this big metal bastard had no business drivin' his mech!
Unsurprisingly, the machine digimon quickly navigated his way out through the city's outskirts before taking off on his jets. Most Wisemon would be left in the dust, but then again, Sparks wasn't most Wisemon. He had abs.
… and more importantly was more than fast enough to keep up with the altered Andromon's flight. Really, all the other Wisemon he'd met were friggen' nerdy chumps who couldn't even throw a good punch.
SL-24 stopped a few dozen kilometers southeast of the Great Arena, then dropped down to a patch of what most mon would think of as unassuming land. Sparks however completely expected (and wouldn't let anyone know otherwise) when a camera poked up from the foliage and scanned the silver machine digimon.
The entrance that slid open afterwards had an impressive array of security. Wards too. Nothin; he couldn't slip past though. And inside… well it was nothin' but a boring hallway leadin' to a teleporter room. Hrmph, meanin' somemon must've paid a lot to Wisemon to get this set up.
… shit, he didn't like this. The whole situation was startin' to feel like a trap. Eh, so far it was nothin' he couldn't blast his way out of.
Sparks tensed up as the teleport pad activated, and… a friggen; Jokermon popped into the room. It didn't help that that the bastard was strong enough to compete in Malkimon's bloody Tournament.
Not. Friggen'. Good. General Piedmon's Vice-Commander was not a mon that came for small stuff. Meaning' SL-24 was part of something; big, real Spirits-damned big.
Less worrying were the Karatenmon, Doumon, Asuramon, and Mummymon that teleported afterwards. Sure they were each a match for the Host's Knights, but that didn't mean much to him.
More importantly, Sparks recognized a bloody assassiation squad when he saw one. Either the Gloaming had intercepted Leopardmon's message and this was a trap, or they were gatherin' to murder someon else.
… heh. If it was him or Verge then they really should've brought stronger mon.
"I've memorized the targets' patterns." The Prime Engineer stated bluntly. "The Legendary Warrior Of Water, and her Bodyguard. Blizzardmon, Baalmon-"
"Ooohoohoohoo!" The Jokermon interrupted with a creepy friggen' laugh, his scythe idly spinning in one hand. "Good, good Prime Engineer, no need to say more. Once this farce of a tournament ends and the real fun starts, General Piedmon will uphold his end of the deal."
"And the Machine Precinct's forces will be on schedule."
"Enough of these pointless greetings." Doumon sing-songs with a wave of his… her… their friggen' sleeve. "By the time my wonderful art is finished that pesky Ox and the other nuisances will have no hope of escape! Supposed Burst mode or not."
"I'll be keeping my distance." Mummymon grunted. "I barely survived the last time Vajramon came afield."
"Coward! I can't wait to bust that guy's skull." Asuramon's deep voice boomed next before he slammed all four knuckles together. "I've got a score to settle with him."
"We all do." Karatenmon answered coldly, before his eyes flashed-
-Oh come on!
And suddenly Sparks was forced to dodge aside from the crow digimon's thrown sword.
How!-... ah that friggen' stupid, spirits-accursed technique. Satori the move, might not be able to feel him, but it felt the absence of spirit.
"It looks like we have an uninvited guest!" Jokermon giggled, before hurling a blade of energy from his scythe at him. 'Cause he wasn't an idiot, Sparks caught the attack on his mirror shield, absorbing it effortlessly, however that only served to further give away his position.
Sparks let out a sigh, before dropping his cloaking spells. They were pretty much useless at this point, now the friggen' bastards knew where to look.
"One of the targets followed me." SL-24 notes, before crossing his arms. "We'll have to dispose of him ahead of schedule."
"How lucky that he's here without the protection of that monstrous mutant!" Piedmon's vice-commander celebrates, spinning his weapon around before grabbing it with both hands. "Ohoohoohoo/Hehehehe." His laughter cuts off in confusion. For some reason the Wisemon was chuckling along with him. "Ah, so panicked you're laughing at your ensuing demise." He decides, though for some reason that only makes the wizard chuckle even harder.
"Stop laughing and die!" The Asuramon roared, charging forward with all four arms reared back-
-only for a metal fist to crash into his centermost jaw.
Both the assassination squad, and SL-24 paused as the attacker flew back, and dented the back wall. It was an impossibility. After all, a Wisemon of all things couldn't have possibly just punched an Asuramon like that.
"Ya know, Verge ain't the only monster that Gramps raised." Sparks grinned, before cracking his neck. "Who's next?"
===AN: Snippet ending here, but I hope to get the final bit out tonight. I don't plan on writing the entire fight but… well Sparks just said it, didn't he?
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Nobody expects a swole PUNCH wizard.
Ah, so that's what the Gloaming was playing at. A bunch of high-profile targets from other factions gathered in one place for them to quietly pick off.
Now I'm wondering if Andromon 'threw' his match against Thresh? I'm not saying he went in planning to lose, but getting cut in half immediately would be a convenient excuse to not show off his full abilities before shit goes down, no?
Now I'm wondering if Andromon 'threw' his match against Thresh? I'm not saying he went in planning to lose, but getting cut in half immediately would be a convenient excuse to not show off his full abilities before shit goes down, no?
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Probably, to be honest Piedmon itself isn't a hugely powerful warrior. It's best abilities rely on magic and deception. And while Verge can't really do counter-spells, he knows enough magic to know how best to stop another mage from casting.
So they were gonna try to assassinate all the strong ultimate who aren't under their faction, I'm wondering how on earth they planned to do this.
He's not part of the competition to begin with, so the only problems that would arise are the diplomatic problems .
drexal15
Proud GM
Bulwark isn't at war with the Gloaming so killing an officer like this is an act of war.
But trying to murder Sparks like this is an act of war in the first place so…
Verge can hurt Piedmon, take a few hits too. But he'd lose that fight. Piedmon's up there with MetalEtemon.
Doumon = Debuffs. Mummymon = artillery. Asuramon = pressure, Karatenmon = precise strikes.
IIRC, their best stats are in the 20K+ range, like Vajramon.
Jokermon himself is strong enough to participate in the tourney, though not win.
Combine all of that, plus prep for ambushes..
GwaedDraig
Crazed Gun-dino
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well their plans appear to have been blown out of the proverbial water given that it's now known to their intended targets :>
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Sounds kinda wonky, change it into acted.
Afterwards as afterwords is a literary epilogue.
Somemon.
So for their own sake they better keep quiet and abandon the plan less Duftmon mange to take even more reparations from the gloaming.
I mean it seems like a decent plan for some of em, but then Schwartz was mentioned and I feel liked they just end up being another meal to him.
We'll that…. And he has presumably took the severed head for evidence purposes meaning he has a good case for self defense…. As well as possibly reveraing both the machine precincts ans the gloaming duplicity.
I still imagine this isn't the sole group they sent, likely having others on standby.
Though Piedmon will defintly be hard, probably gonna need Verge and Sparks to take him down, if not another jogress.
Though thanks to Sparks, at least one or two are already dead, meaning we will have the Madam and others to help us out.
Though Piedmon will defintly be hard, probably gonna need Verge and Sparks to take him down, if not another jogress.
Though thanks to Sparks, at least one or two are already dead, meaning we will have the Madam and others to help us out.
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- his hidden lair
This is so terrible for the Gloaming I'm actively wondering if Astamon arranged things given his own death wish.
They're going to be antagonizing at least the Sefirot, attacked a Bulwark agent, and threatened Malkimon's neutrality and guarantees for the Tournament. She potentially now has any casus belli she needs to get involved and the rest of the City-States' hands are kinda tied given the blatant breach of neutrality the Gloaming is trying to pull here. They have to let her retaliate lest they send the message you can assail any one city and get away with it.
Chances are Astamon doesn't know about this and they are doing this to deliberately start a war.
He may be the chessmaster, but he defo isn't all knowing about every tiny thing that goes on inside his Army.
drexal15
Proud GM
Keep in mind, the devil is in the details.
They're just prepping, at the moment. And were only going to carry out the successive assassinations post tourney. Likely outside the city bounds at that given they don't want to piss Malkimon off to the degree where she'd declare war.
32nd-33rd Of Wood: No Witnesses & A Key
drexal15
Proud GM
"So." You breathe out, holding back an impressed smile. "One of the Gloaming's most elite teams attempted to delete you."
"Wouldn't be standin' here If they didn't." He grins back, not afraid to flaunt his achievement in the least.
"And you defeated all of them on your lonesome. Also, you're floating. Not standing."
"Tch, semantics. And let me tell ya, Mummymon did not expect me to reflect his shot right back. Heh." He chuckles, subtly raising up his mirror-shield for emphasis.
"And during the fight you also managed to take SL-24's head."
"Yep. Tore it free, stabilized it like with MetalPhantomon, and I'll hand it over to Bulwark to see what we can get from it" Sparks nods a final time, before pointing a thumb at his pectoral muscles. "I'm pretty darned awesome, ain't I?"
"It is impressive… however, I do not believe the Machine precinct will be pleased with his demise."
"Bah, like those jackasses will even know." The Wisemon scoffs dismissively. "Base was isolated and I slagged the entire place. Nothin' got out."
"Very well… hrm, you failed to mention Vice-Commander Jokermon's deletion. Only that you… *tagged him with a present* before he teleported away."
"That? Hehehe… ya remember the blast that took down the metal temple?" Sparks asks with what's possibly the smuggest, most satisfied grin you've ever seen from him.
"Aye?"
===Several seconds earlier, in the Ghastly Fog Zone!
Jokermon stumbled out of the teleporter, burnt, bruised and missing half of his teeth. However, through the pain Piedmon's Vice-Commander was absolutely livid.
His proposed mission had been ruined before it even began. The elite forces he'd spent inordinate amounts of influence acquiring were dead, and worst of all he'd been humiliated.
And by a Wisemon of all things! A species that wasn't even supposed to be all that good at fighting! Or… maybe not. Perhaps he'd been something else pretending to be a Wisemon. Yes, that had to be it! Jokermon would find out, and he'd get his revenge on that thing.
But… how did he know what I was about to say? Nevermind, I have to report this!
"Quickly you fools!" Jokermon roared to the surrounding Gloaming intelligence agents. "Send a message to General Piedmon! The rendezvous was comprom-"
*Poof*
The deck of cards that had unknowingly been slipped onto his back took this moment to burst into smoke. Meaning Jokermon suddenly found himself surrounded by 51 very large bags. Bags filled with the now horrifyingly familiar aroma of Quartz Chikarax.
Along with a singular grenade, its pin already pulled free.
Right beside the most volatile, powerful explosive in the digital world.
And for once Jokermon found himself without any shred of humor left.
"Oh."
Were his last words before the entire complex, and its surroundings were enveloped by a flash of white.
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"Imagine that, but multiplied by like, a hundred." He explains, spreading his arms wide to emphasize the increase in scale.
"... spirits below."
I… I did not know he carries around enough ordinance to wipe out a City-State… I didn't need to know that either.
"Then the Gloaming won't be sending reinforcements. Well done." Sparks chuckles again at that, proud. Even if you don't believe the fight was nearly as easy as your friend is making it out to be. He's loaded recently to be sure, and yet your friend is still covered in injuries.
But onto a more troubling matter.
"Then the Machine Precinct will be moving against the Host soon. After the Grand Spirit Tournament finishes."
And in what sounds like a combined strike with The Gloaming.
"Mhrm."
"You… do not sound surprised."
"Meh, Leopardmon already predicted that." The Demon-Man reveals with annoying nonchalantlness "It's one of the reasons why he's supporting me stealin'-er, reclaimin' Raidenmon."
"Vert well. And I trust you've warned Pit?"
"Yeah-huh. But the Host is keeping it quiet for now. They're plannin' to let SlashAngemon hit the Precinct's army right after the tourney." He explains, much to your relief. Pit has clearly been sharing tactical information with Sparks.
"Hrm… now that SL-24 is presumed dead, or missing… The Machine Precinct will raise their security around Raidenmon." You pause for a moment, considering the ramifications. "Mayhaps even move it."
"Doubt it. My War Machine's docked deep in Factorum. Maintaining a beauty like that requires a lot of support. Only place they could move it to would be another City-State."
"I see… and I cannot help but notice your lack of concern over that." You murmur almost accusatory. Prompting a shrug from the wizard digimon.
"That's because I know somethin' the Machine Precinct doesn't." He counters with a sly smirk. "That jackass Mercuremon left a backdoor in his robot. Something so deep, even they couldn't find it." With that he tosses the head over to his normal arm, and holds his robotic limb high. "And I've got just the right key for that lock!"
"… " You tilt your head at him, confused. "Is the key invisible? I fail to see one in your hand. Mayhaps you forgot to remove it from your storage-"
"Gah! It's my arm!" He cuts in exasperatedly. "Raidenmon's key is The Lesser Spirit Of Steel!"
"Aaah." You nod sagely, finally understanding his confidence. However… something about the cyborg's presence here is bothering you. "Would it not be prudent to hand over SL-24's data before approaching me?"
"Tch, well yeah." He admits as if your question has an obvious answer. "But come on! I just took on a friggen' gloamin' assassination squad, and one of the Grand Spirit Tournament contenders!" The Wisemon shouts, clearly annoyed for some… strange reason. "Why wouldn't I show off my trophy, and let you bask in how awesome I am?!"
"…" A few moments pass in utter silence as you comprehend the… Sparksness of his words. "Aye, that is what you'd do."
"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?!"
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Sparks New Stats: When healed up mind you.
Strength 31,000
Fortitude 43,500
Endurance 22,500
Agility 41,500
Special 64,200
Spirit 71,400
===AN: Yeah, Sparks basically has a pocket nuke in the shape of a deck of cards. And side note, it was actually a pretty tough fight for him. He's just a damn braggart, and didn't want to worry Verge.
"Wouldn't be standin' here If they didn't." He grins back, not afraid to flaunt his achievement in the least.
"And you defeated all of them on your lonesome. Also, you're floating. Not standing."
"Tch, semantics. And let me tell ya, Mummymon did not expect me to reflect his shot right back. Heh." He chuckles, subtly raising up his mirror-shield for emphasis.
"And during the fight you also managed to take SL-24's head."
"Yep. Tore it free, stabilized it like with MetalPhantomon, and I'll hand it over to Bulwark to see what we can get from it" Sparks nods a final time, before pointing a thumb at his pectoral muscles. "I'm pretty darned awesome, ain't I?"
"It is impressive… however, I do not believe the Machine precinct will be pleased with his demise."
"Bah, like those jackasses will even know." The Wisemon scoffs dismissively. "Base was isolated and I slagged the entire place. Nothin' got out."
"Very well… hrm, you failed to mention Vice-Commander Jokermon's deletion. Only that you… *tagged him with a present* before he teleported away."
"That? Hehehe… ya remember the blast that took down the metal temple?" Sparks asks with what's possibly the smuggest, most satisfied grin you've ever seen from him.
"Aye?"
===Several seconds earlier, in the Ghastly Fog Zone!
Jokermon stumbled out of the teleporter, burnt, bruised and missing half of his teeth. However, through the pain Piedmon's Vice-Commander was absolutely livid.
His proposed mission had been ruined before it even began. The elite forces he'd spent inordinate amounts of influence acquiring were dead, and worst of all he'd been humiliated.
And by a Wisemon of all things! A species that wasn't even supposed to be all that good at fighting! Or… maybe not. Perhaps he'd been something else pretending to be a Wisemon. Yes, that had to be it! Jokermon would find out, and he'd get his revenge on that thing.
But… how did he know what I was about to say? Nevermind, I have to report this!
"Quickly you fools!" Jokermon roared to the surrounding Gloaming intelligence agents. "Send a message to General Piedmon! The rendezvous was comprom-"
*Poof*
The deck of cards that had unknowingly been slipped onto his back took this moment to burst into smoke. Meaning Jokermon suddenly found himself surrounded by 51 very large bags. Bags filled with the now horrifyingly familiar aroma of Quartz Chikarax.
Along with a singular grenade, its pin already pulled free.
Right beside the most volatile, powerful explosive in the digital world.
And for once Jokermon found himself without any shred of humor left.
"Oh."
Were his last words before the entire complex, and its surroundings were enveloped by a flash of white.
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"Imagine that, but multiplied by like, a hundred." He explains, spreading his arms wide to emphasize the increase in scale.
"... spirits below."
I… I did not know he carries around enough ordinance to wipe out a City-State… I didn't need to know that either.
"Then the Gloaming won't be sending reinforcements. Well done." Sparks chuckles again at that, proud. Even if you don't believe the fight was nearly as easy as your friend is making it out to be. He's loaded recently to be sure, and yet your friend is still covered in injuries.
But onto a more troubling matter.
"Then the Machine Precinct will be moving against the Host soon. After the Grand Spirit Tournament finishes."
And in what sounds like a combined strike with The Gloaming.
"Mhrm."
"You… do not sound surprised."
"Meh, Leopardmon already predicted that." The Demon-Man reveals with annoying nonchalantlness "It's one of the reasons why he's supporting me stealin'-er, reclaimin' Raidenmon."
"Vert well. And I trust you've warned Pit?"
"Yeah-huh. But the Host is keeping it quiet for now. They're plannin' to let SlashAngemon hit the Precinct's army right after the tourney." He explains, much to your relief. Pit has clearly been sharing tactical information with Sparks.
"Hrm… now that SL-24 is presumed dead, or missing… The Machine Precinct will raise their security around Raidenmon." You pause for a moment, considering the ramifications. "Mayhaps even move it."
"Doubt it. My War Machine's docked deep in Factorum. Maintaining a beauty like that requires a lot of support. Only place they could move it to would be another City-State."
"I see… and I cannot help but notice your lack of concern over that." You murmur almost accusatory. Prompting a shrug from the wizard digimon.
"That's because I know somethin' the Machine Precinct doesn't." He counters with a sly smirk. "That jackass Mercuremon left a backdoor in his robot. Something so deep, even they couldn't find it." With that he tosses the head over to his normal arm, and holds his robotic limb high. "And I've got just the right key for that lock!"
"… " You tilt your head at him, confused. "Is the key invisible? I fail to see one in your hand. Mayhaps you forgot to remove it from your storage-"
"Gah! It's my arm!" He cuts in exasperatedly. "Raidenmon's key is The Lesser Spirit Of Steel!"
"Aaah." You nod sagely, finally understanding his confidence. However… something about the cyborg's presence here is bothering you. "Would it not be prudent to hand over SL-24's data before approaching me?"
"Tch, well yeah." He admits as if your question has an obvious answer. "But come on! I just took on a friggen' gloamin' assassination squad, and one of the Grand Spirit Tournament contenders!" The Wisemon shouts, clearly annoyed for some… strange reason. "Why wouldn't I show off my trophy, and let you bask in how awesome I am?!"
"…" A few moments pass in utter silence as you comprehend the… Sparksness of his words. "Aye, that is what you'd do."
"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?!"
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Sparks New Stats: When healed up mind you.
Strength 31,000
Fortitude 43,500
Endurance 22,500
Agility 41,500
Special 64,200
Spirit 71,400
===AN: Yeah, Sparks basically has a pocket nuke in the shape of a deck of cards. And side note, it was actually a pretty tough fight for him. He's just a damn braggart, and didn't want to worry Verge.
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