Black to White 13
Your Lady has sent you letters to Scourge, Warren, and you! This day turned even better! Not only the fly called Repulsa has fallen into your trap but you also had news from the place that Lady Ardat was a prisoner, in a way she was getting better but on the other there was a degree of separation between sides. One part of her wasn't her, that was a problem even your changes as Gladimon was more gradual and natural as you began to choose and select what aspects you liked to maintain and what others reject until it your personality formed completely.
It must be admitted that you feel part of you forced to follow her but that aspect was fully embraced by your own choice.
Without duty and oath, what leaves you? At that point, it was just Sparks and you, Beat was a rival, Pit was just another Pidmon, and the digimon that gave you the path to Knightship loaded by you. Your wards were separated from you, incapable of following you by their lag of strength and frailness.
You wanted more, you were made for more was the gift that she gave you.
The gratitude that you feel and the oath that you made turned into true loyalty because everyone deserves to have someone that will always be at their side.
Your gaze moves through the camp on your final day in the camp, victory was reached as there weren't more enemies to delete. The victory was just overwhelming and the losses were better than expected, many soldiers have interrupted your last inspection.
""Thank you and goodbye Lord Knightmon!""
They all shouted at the same time, giving a salute... A few days ago nobody
A CyberDramon in the middle offered a cape, long cape that fits your whole back.
"For the Legend Killer that avenged us, may you reach Mega." He declared his goodbyes.
He was a Strikedramon a few days ago.
During the evening of the last day, MagnaAngemon leads what remains of your group to a newly arrived Locomon, so many of them were already Ultimates and were reassigned to others missions. According to him, it was time for you to "join the subjugation force". You can't bring yourself to overly care, the cape that you had now was filled with different sorts of feelings.
Was this what made Agunimon so strong?
You slowly lumber out of the rearmost Locomon compartment and take a seat, waiting for the rest of your squad to leave their own chambers. Sparks bids you to look at the main camp and you see no reason not to follow his request-and then you blink.
Rows upon rows of carefully arranged tents stretch out into the distance, carefully lined up in perfect blocs with the kind of consistency only brought on by discipline and practice. The utterly pristine white fabric practically gleams under the evening light, each one clearly maintained and uniform in construction. It's... beautiful. Indeed, the thousands of digimon milling about might as well be an afterthought in comparison.
You never have seen something more strange, not even the titanic mass of what you'd thought was stone, pivots from it's spot in the middle of camp to wave towards you.
...What.
You stare at the monumental creature, not able to do more than dumbly return the gesture, trying to cope with it's existence. Mayor MasterTyrannon had been the largest digimon you'd seen up to this point, towering over any of Electown's buildings. Not even Ultimates were as big as this Digimon, was it a Mega? No, it would feel more and you wouldn't mistake it as a status or pile of blocks.
You spend a good amount of time looking at the titanic Digimon and doubted that you had something that could truly hurt this behemoth.
The tense energy roiling through your body slides away and you drop back down to all fours. Sparks nearly falls beside you if he didn't had his staff to support himself . Once again the dour, oppressive feeling returns but... this time it doesn't feel quite so overwhelming. You still almost feel numb, but the world isn't a dark, colorless blur anymore. Details that would have been blurred out, come into stark focus. Like the ridiculous number of Locomon behind you.
A full score of the Ultimates are lined up in uniform behind the camp, their metal wheels resting on bolted tracks that are clearly temporary in nature given how none of them are secured to the ground. That explains why the ride over was so much more bumpy than normal. But all of this brings up another question,
why would so many be here? If you remember correctly, then they're supposed to be neutral. After a few seconds, the question fades away. Noise assaults your ears as the camp bustles with thousands of digimon.
It happens between blinks. You're following the rest of the squad, and then your senses scream in warning. There's something else here, something.... powerful. You rear up and whirl about looking for the source, but there's nothing around-
-your head snaps back.
GrandLocomon, a
Mega descends from the sky. Dozens if not hundreds of tons of metal somehow managing to gently float down like some sort of leaf. You see his red eyes, full of wrath, burning with the familiar desire of revenge. Just like Astamon, you feel tiny,
weak compared to this vast ocean of strength. Beat freezes beside you, seemingly the only other member of your squad aware of the unconscious pressure.
It takes you a half-dozen seconds to move again and it's only then that you realize something. He's not alone.
"Steward. With all due respect you
will not strike out alone." Cherub HolyAngemon states coldly, his arms crosses in resolution.
Fuck.
"
They must. Be destroyed." The mega's mechanical voice booms out, making your ears ring. However, a sinking feeling tells you that the colossal train isn't technically shouting.
"Shutumon broke. The truce. Vortex Isle. Cannot go unpunished. I alone. Am enough." The robed angel doesn't back down, calmly meeting the assertion with a shake of his head.
"Representative, I am well aware of the penalties they have incurred. It is in the Host's best interest to see justice done upon them. But." The newly promoted Cherub floats up to *stare* the enormous mega straight in the eye. "The military of Vortex Isle undoubtedly possesses at least one Mega.
And the Legendary Warrior Shutumon. If you charge alone, then the risk of your deletion is too great. Trust in Cherub BishopChessmon and his plan. The Union will have it's revenge, all that needs be had is patience. I swear by our holy Lord that in one days time, we will set it into motion."
You coughed a bit to catch the attention of both.
"Lord GrandLocomon, Cherub HolyAngemon is wrong on a detail that may call your attention." You were risking a lot in this but your siblings were in danger of deletion if the Mega goes to their zone.
The Cherub looked at you and you could feel that he was trying to snap your mind using the power of his mind.
"
Talk." A single word and you almost feel your data destabilizing.
"Shutumon has been slain already and in honor of my services her data has been loaded by me after the interrogation was done." You managed to explain without collapse your mind and body were fatiguing at a rate that not even your most difficult training sessions have managed to push you. "The Host has worked hard on ambushing her and eliminating her for her sins against both of our organizations."
"
Is There. Proof Of. Your Word?" Terror invade your body as you feel the weight of the world crushing you, but the loyal that your brother and sister, their safety and health were prioritized.
Your hand entered your bag, you knew that this act was against your lady but you needed to live and return to her, there will be more opportunities, there will be more chances...
But you can't capitalize them if you are dead.
"I was transporting the Beast Digispirit of Wind, proof of her demise to Cherub Holy Angemon." And so you showed them the item that was once upon a time a tribute to your lady. "We couldn't just notify without giving clues to spies and have the Digispirit stolen."
"
. . .Very Well. As Promised. Their temple. Will burn." GrandLocomon's wheel revs once, then his tremendous bulk
vanishes.
You almost died, by the Great Tree. You had risked everything to calm a Mega.
"Fricken bastard stared that monster down. Guess that stick up his ass is-" Not now Drunky!
"That is enough Imperius." Your superior snaps, descending to meet with the squad.
"Pfft. Sure thing *sir*." The Ultimate makes a noise of frustration at his subordinate's sarcasm and turns to regard the rest of you.
"Sergeant Pit, I have heard word of your exploits on this mission." The mon lets a warm smile come to his normally dour face. "Your dedication to our righteous cause is impressive."
"Th-thank you sir!" If his eyes were visible, you're pretty sure they'd be sparkling right about now. "I will continue fighting in the Lord's name!"
"Imperius Knightmon." Imperius?
You snap, throwing a salute trying hard to not fall and collapse the dignity of a Ultimate needed to be maintained. Surprisingly, the angel returns, albeit in a crisper, well practiced manner.
"You have struck a great blow for the Host, and assuaged a personal worry. Be at ease, I will make sure that the world will hear of your actions." You feel that he was trusting you more. "Keep it safe."
He was giving you the Digispirit.
"You have my gratitude." For the first time you truly mean it and HolyAngemon nods, before moving back to addressing your immediate leader.
"Imperius Angewomon... you have my personal thanks for keeping the squad safe."
"Bleh, l-like I need thanks for that." You eye the wommon with amusement, her cheeks are turning red. Well, the parts that aren't already painted red anyways. For once, the Ultimate doesn't seem affected by her words and just smirks at her like he'd won some sort of victory. "Daemonshit. Bloody freaking bastard-"
Well at least you had something in common with her.
"The subjugation army moves tomorrow." HolyAngemon states, ignoring the Ultimate's muttering. "For now, get some rest. Tent-bloc D-four-C has the needed faculties to fulfill your needs." He pauses for a second, then glances towards you and Sparks. "Including a messenger post for more personal requirements."
Good, you have multiple letters to prepare to Grip, Frigimon, and your Lady Ardat.
"Tch, 'tis a weird thing to specify." Sparks grumbles, glaring down at the winged digimon.
"And booze?" You facepalmed.
"*Sigh* Bloc B-two-A." He gave you a look of understanding, you have received a lot of them lately.
You took a lot of time of feeling the element of Wind and Fire, and the connections that formed were clear to you that things changed completely with the additional elements. Wind with Lightning and Ice, Fire with Light and Lightning... combos that could be formed now and your spells could be upgraded many times but you hadn't the time to truly indulge in creating them.
Tomorrow, will be the day that you will have to meet your siblings where you will have to capture or choose to leave them to get away. And for the first time, you rested with a smile on your face, no matter how the initial meeting goes it will be conflict but you are going to meet them again.
The next morning you wake up to the sound of a panicked uproar of screaming rookies and even a few champions. The cause turns out to be three enormous cyberized Dramon descending from the sky right into the encampment's center. Ultimates, a bit stronger than you but reached their peak.
This will be an assault to kill, survivors are undesirable.
Just a single day, it wasn't enough to change a whole operation your influence was minimum at best as a recently raised Imperius, still far from Cherub, and what else more to implement the necessary changes to the operation. This will be a greeting and temporal visit, not a rescue.
An hour later, the entire army begins its final march north, ready to put an end to the war. Even with a number of mon having to build temporary tracks for the many Locomon the trek isn't slow, far from it, but it's not exactly a forced march either. BishopChessmon sets a brisk pace meant to conserve energy for the fight ahead.
GrandLocomon was going to delete a Mega, there wasn't another possible reason for his presence being missing with his hatred at Vortex Island.
HolyAngemon personally assigns your squad as part of the MegaDramon's protective detail, massively disappointing Pit. While a very important position, the officer also deems it to be one of the very safest spots in the upcoming battle against Vortex Isle. If only because the three Ultimates will be able to shoot down pretty much anything the nation's roster can muster. Several other old faces are likewise assigned, such as MetalGreymon and Sealdramon. Though aside from them, the largest concentration of defenders are Tailmon. All of which cannot fly.
They didn't know what Repulsa told you, the traitors informed of this to the Gloaming and would interrupt with their rising stars BlackGrowlmon and Lekismon... Thresh and Luna.
So much in your travel your spend casting and canceling spells, every minute or so using the most important combinations.
Three to four hours, that was when the Host finally entered in contact with the enemy.
Finally, they appear en-masse spreads out in front of a dissipating barrier in the thousands. What looks almost like a living shadow fall over the land as your numerically superior foe soars forward. A few begin to unleash attacks, but at this range, you doubt any will actually hit. There's still more than a kilometer to go.
"Bishop Laser!"
The battle finally began, a full tenth of the swarming mass was obliterated. A visible hole has opened up in the flock's center from where hundreds of lives were snuffed out in a single instant... and BishopChessmon doesn't even look tired from his attack. Your gaze turned very appreciative at this show of power.
You closed your eyes, numbers chanted you didn't care who will be the monster of Gloaming that will attack now without caring about the losses in their files. You heard attacks, your heard passing that you didn't care about and when the giant dropped.
You were prepared.
"Thrones! Take the battle forward! Elite Bellators to me!" Cherub HolyAngemon roars, drawing his sword from its sheath.
With that, the subjugation army truly goes on the offensive, charging across the pockmarked, stony earth. The many Locomon launch a long range bombardment of steam bombs, but during the distraction created by Shutumon's replacement your opponents had spread out, severely limiting the number of casualties taken by the assault. Others simply duck back behind the cyclones, letting those attacks harmlessly disperse among the pillar of wind.
A few moments later, thousands of digimon meet in the air, talons clashing against blade and rod and are followed by screams as hundreds of attacks land. Within minutes, the space outside your opponent's ritual has devolved into a disordered brawl as both sides do their very best to just kill each other.
You feel right at home.
"Zero." The upgraded version of your Fire Armament came into existence.
Then you used, your newest technique.
"Gilgamesh Slicer."
2.6K. Part done, next one is meeting Luna and Thresh. And yes, Verge added the fire of Agunimon and the Wind of Ardat to the technique of Repulsa.
