34th Of Water: Next Mission, One More Problem
drexal15
Proud GM
[] But his actions were still unacceptable. Massacring a defeated opponent, a surrendered one no less and showing such dishonor is disgusting. *Reasonable* from his point of view or not, you won't agree with the action.
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So much as you might detest the officer for executing Parrotmon, there's nothing you can currently do to act on that feeling. Rank difference aside, the fissure between your powers is too great to overcome. At least for now. One day you will have the strength necessary to challenge mon like him. For Thresh. For Lunamon. For your wards.
However in the more immediate term, you make do with following his orders. Moving to join the group of resting mon while he flies off out of the nest for some activity. Thankfully your healing spell works just fine on the Ultimate's many injuries... for the most part at least. Fully recovering that Angewomon's severed hand is beyond your current capabilities, which is a shame. Seeing others hurt like that is... never a good thing.
Unfortunately, your internal pool of power is simply not enough to treat the entire strike force's injuries. While you didn't actually spend that much time in combat, summoning up a dozen Crusher Bones for throwing was a bit draining. You prioritize those with the very worst injuries, even managing to stop one Angemon from leaking a lethal amount of his data. During this, your suspicions about them running out of spirit is confirmed. Between the nest extermination and defending the garrison they'd all run out of energy during the latter stages of battle.
Of course, Pit is the most cheery angel by far, basking in your combined triumph over "The treacherous heathens!". Which by your estimate is keeping the others' morale from plummeting in this cold downpour.
Beat stays by the little angel's side, keeping on guard despite his cracked chitin and gaping wounds. Yet, as you eye the Stingmon's tense form there's something else. His clenched fists, and tensed shoulders tell of... frustration.
Darcmon and Sparks rise up from the bowl's center near the end of your healing spree to distribute what remains of defeated foe's rations. Surprisingly it isn't a form of Travel Bread, but rather just bags filled with seeds. Not one to turn down a meal, you let Sparks pour a sack of the stuff into your mouth-and are surprised to find that it's actually not bad. Somemon applied a sweetener to the crunchy rations' outsides, making them a rather tasty snack.
The stormy night continues to drag on, slowly draining at your allies' attitude all the while. Well, most of them anyways. Sparks cheats by using High Programming to keep himself both warm and dry. Though he apologizes for not being able to provide the same thing for you, citing his lack of spirit and your massive body as the primary causes. Which makes sense, your thick fur is utterly soaked. But oddly, for some seemingly inexplicable reason your main body doesn't get all that chilly. A mystery to be sure.
Mercifully the downpour comes to halt as the morning comes along and with everyone rested, the officers order everyone to ready themselves for travel. MagnaAngemon returns not long afterwards, his armor now bearing some minor scuffs and gives out the order to move.
However, this time around, the Ultimate doesn't calls the others over to help pick you up. But instead takes your entire squad aside as the main force moves on.
"Alright, our *oh so wise leader* what the fuck is this about? I was looking forward to a warm bloody bed and a strong drink."
"S-sorry for her words sir!" Pit interrupts with a nervous, if still excited grin. "Do you have mission for us?!"
"No need to apologize fine young believer. She is known by reputation, I've long prepared myself for the sting of her uncouth words."
"Uncouth words?" The wommon gasps in mock offense. "However will I recover from such witty insults?"
"Heh."
... By the Ten, is this really necessary?
"Enough." Beat half-growls. "The mission."
"As you say soldier." The Ultimate replies throwing the insect digimon a nod. "I sent a small force to intercept one of the heathens' couriers, with the orders to hide after successfully retrieving it. By the authority bequeathed to me by the Lord and Holy Choir, I task your very combat capable unit to join up and then escort them back to the garrison."
"Oh that's just fricken great. Baby-sitting duty. Fine. Where in the dark-zone are these pricks?"
The armored Ultimate takes a few seconds to search his person, then hands over a small piece of paper bearing the coordinates. Darcmon takes a few seconds to read over the information, then crumples it and tosses it aside. You shift to try and catch the important information, but your massive war-gauntlets aren't exactly the best for catching something that small and just end up creating enough pressure to send it flying away. Beat's hands on the other paw, are very much capable of doing so, easily snatching the flying bit of paper up before giving it over to Sparks, who tucks it inside his bag.
You thank the insectoid champion for his help, but he just glares at the ground and (big surprise here) shrugs.
After a few more seconds of discussion, your overall commander soars off to join the main column, leaving Darcmon to relay the traveling instructions. You can't help but wince as the directions call for spending the entire day sprinting northwards.
Not much rest for us then... This path is a tumultous one indeed. Perhaps we will have the fortune to finish this mission quickly?
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"Spirits Below!"
"By The Lord!"
"Daemonshit!"
"That... this is not good."
Your gaze passes across the scarred landscape of what had been a supposed meeting point. Something, or rather somemon had utterly razed the artificial rock formation into something only barely recognizable. Only a few barely visible shards of shattered rock remain poking up, everything else was annihilated by whatever carved those three colossal gouges deep into the earth. While not nearly at the land-reforming level blows of SlashAngemon's attacks, the damage still stretches for scores of meters.
Despite the newfound confidence provided by Gryzmon, you can't help but nervously swallow upon realizing the implications. A digimon, one of your foes managed to create a wound in the world both broad and deep enough to swallow even your massive body whole with room to pare. What's more, from the utterly parallel position, it's clear that this was all from solitary blow.
This... power. It is not that of an Ultimate. Will our paths cross that of a Mega? Even MagnaAngemon would be nothing to whatever did this.
"Ma'am." Pit, coughs into his fist to try and gain the flabbergasted Darcmon's attention. "The mission, uh..." The Pidmon trails off, before grabbing hold of his enthusiasm. "What action shall we take?!"
"Yeah just... gimme a second here." The taller champion mumbles from atop HippoGriffomon. "Shit, shit, shit shit, who in the goddamned world could have done this? Thanks for the mission maggy, this whole situation is fucked... Whatever. We should just get the-"
"Sirs! Sirs! I heard the shouting!" A high-pitch voice calls out from the closest gash.
A survivor!
You lumber towards the sounds, of distress and then blink as an Armadillomon pulls itself over the edge. It grins in relief as you slide to a stop and collapses down onto its belly. "Thank god reinforcements arrived! We... we did the best that we could!"
"Hold comrade! Are you injured?" Pit shouts, rushing over to the small mon's side.
"Uh..." The rookie takes a moment to look over his paws, then shakes his head. "Not anymore. I kind of... ended up as a rookie again."
"Alright." Darcmon hovers off the chimera digimon's back. "Any other survivors?"
"N-no ma'am. I think at least. Shutumon got everyone but me and the sergeant!"
"Shutumon?" Beat questions intently, glaring down at the armored mammal.
"Yes. She just, appeared here and-and..." The rookie's head moves down, eyes closing in fear. "Deleted them. I... I was at the edge and only took a glancing blow. I tried to hang on and pull myself up, but-"
"-The injuries had caused you to slide down." you finish, trying very hard to resist the urge to suddenly look up.
"Y-yeah. But I still heard some stuff."
"Must be strong." your friend notes with a hint of... happiness?
"Strong or not we shall not let her get away with this unholy travesty!"
"Tch. She's a Legendary Warrior, one the Ultimates." Sparks supplies. "Gramps told me they're some of the strongest out there. 'Twould be our best interest to leave at once."
Shutumon... she did this? Then, just how powerful is-
"Alright so you made it. Big woop. What about the intel?"
"Well ma'm... sergeant Unimon had that after dealing with the courier"
"Fuck. And he's dead then?"
"No! Shutumon whacked him on the head and handed him off to a Silphymon. She said something about beating information out of him, then vanished! I... think the others headed east? They said something about a *secret nest* which must be the place we found that courier."
"Lord be praised! We can rescue our trapped comrade and-"
"-And what lord Pit? Be slain? Their party could include Shutumon and I fear our own power is just a wee bit lacklustre compared to hers!"
"If she's there."
"... it did sound like she left them." You agree. "And Armadillomon does know the location."
"You crazy fucks really want to to risk it?" Darcmon questions, rubbing her face.
"How about no! 'tis our best option to egress with all haste and report this back to MagnaAngemon."
You:
=== Choose One:
[] Do: Pit is right. You shouldn't leave an ally to be interrogated by the enemy and Shutumon may not be there... plus it's possible that there could be a strong opponent there for you to battle.
[] Don't: Sparks is right, the risk is too great for what information you possess. Furthermore it's your duty to report what happened to the Imperius in charge.
===Authors Note: Going to be honest. I did not expect the last vote to be nearly so one sided. Heh. Anyway, something I'll note here is that none of the squad aside from Beat and Pit are running at 100% ATM. The rest while not injured, haven't recovered their spirit fully.
===
So much as you might detest the officer for executing Parrotmon, there's nothing you can currently do to act on that feeling. Rank difference aside, the fissure between your powers is too great to overcome. At least for now. One day you will have the strength necessary to challenge mon like him. For Thresh. For Lunamon. For your wards.
However in the more immediate term, you make do with following his orders. Moving to join the group of resting mon while he flies off out of the nest for some activity. Thankfully your healing spell works just fine on the Ultimate's many injuries... for the most part at least. Fully recovering that Angewomon's severed hand is beyond your current capabilities, which is a shame. Seeing others hurt like that is... never a good thing.
Unfortunately, your internal pool of power is simply not enough to treat the entire strike force's injuries. While you didn't actually spend that much time in combat, summoning up a dozen Crusher Bones for throwing was a bit draining. You prioritize those with the very worst injuries, even managing to stop one Angemon from leaking a lethal amount of his data. During this, your suspicions about them running out of spirit is confirmed. Between the nest extermination and defending the garrison they'd all run out of energy during the latter stages of battle.
Of course, Pit is the most cheery angel by far, basking in your combined triumph over "The treacherous heathens!". Which by your estimate is keeping the others' morale from plummeting in this cold downpour.
Beat stays by the little angel's side, keeping on guard despite his cracked chitin and gaping wounds. Yet, as you eye the Stingmon's tense form there's something else. His clenched fists, and tensed shoulders tell of... frustration.
Darcmon and Sparks rise up from the bowl's center near the end of your healing spree to distribute what remains of defeated foe's rations. Surprisingly it isn't a form of Travel Bread, but rather just bags filled with seeds. Not one to turn down a meal, you let Sparks pour a sack of the stuff into your mouth-and are surprised to find that it's actually not bad. Somemon applied a sweetener to the crunchy rations' outsides, making them a rather tasty snack.
The stormy night continues to drag on, slowly draining at your allies' attitude all the while. Well, most of them anyways. Sparks cheats by using High Programming to keep himself both warm and dry. Though he apologizes for not being able to provide the same thing for you, citing his lack of spirit and your massive body as the primary causes. Which makes sense, your thick fur is utterly soaked. But oddly, for some seemingly inexplicable reason your main body doesn't get all that chilly. A mystery to be sure.
Mercifully the downpour comes to halt as the morning comes along and with everyone rested, the officers order everyone to ready themselves for travel. MagnaAngemon returns not long afterwards, his armor now bearing some minor scuffs and gives out the order to move.
However, this time around, the Ultimate doesn't calls the others over to help pick you up. But instead takes your entire squad aside as the main force moves on.
"Alright, our *oh so wise leader* what the fuck is this about? I was looking forward to a warm bloody bed and a strong drink."
"S-sorry for her words sir!" Pit interrupts with a nervous, if still excited grin. "Do you have mission for us?!"
"No need to apologize fine young believer. She is known by reputation, I've long prepared myself for the sting of her uncouth words."
"Uncouth words?" The wommon gasps in mock offense. "However will I recover from such witty insults?"
"Heh."
... By the Ten, is this really necessary?
"Enough." Beat half-growls. "The mission."
"As you say soldier." The Ultimate replies throwing the insect digimon a nod. "I sent a small force to intercept one of the heathens' couriers, with the orders to hide after successfully retrieving it. By the authority bequeathed to me by the Lord and Holy Choir, I task your very combat capable unit to join up and then escort them back to the garrison."
"Oh that's just fricken great. Baby-sitting duty. Fine. Where in the dark-zone are these pricks?"
The armored Ultimate takes a few seconds to search his person, then hands over a small piece of paper bearing the coordinates. Darcmon takes a few seconds to read over the information, then crumples it and tosses it aside. You shift to try and catch the important information, but your massive war-gauntlets aren't exactly the best for catching something that small and just end up creating enough pressure to send it flying away. Beat's hands on the other paw, are very much capable of doing so, easily snatching the flying bit of paper up before giving it over to Sparks, who tucks it inside his bag.
You thank the insectoid champion for his help, but he just glares at the ground and (big surprise here) shrugs.
After a few more seconds of discussion, your overall commander soars off to join the main column, leaving Darcmon to relay the traveling instructions. You can't help but wince as the directions call for spending the entire day sprinting northwards.
Not much rest for us then... This path is a tumultous one indeed. Perhaps we will have the fortune to finish this mission quickly?
===
"Spirits Below!"
"By The Lord!"
"Daemonshit!"
"That... this is not good."
Your gaze passes across the scarred landscape of what had been a supposed meeting point. Something, or rather somemon had utterly razed the artificial rock formation into something only barely recognizable. Only a few barely visible shards of shattered rock remain poking up, everything else was annihilated by whatever carved those three colossal gouges deep into the earth. While not nearly at the land-reforming level blows of SlashAngemon's attacks, the damage still stretches for scores of meters.
Despite the newfound confidence provided by Gryzmon, you can't help but nervously swallow upon realizing the implications. A digimon, one of your foes managed to create a wound in the world both broad and deep enough to swallow even your massive body whole with room to pare. What's more, from the utterly parallel position, it's clear that this was all from solitary blow.
This... power. It is not that of an Ultimate. Will our paths cross that of a Mega? Even MagnaAngemon would be nothing to whatever did this.
"Ma'am." Pit, coughs into his fist to try and gain the flabbergasted Darcmon's attention. "The mission, uh..." The Pidmon trails off, before grabbing hold of his enthusiasm. "What action shall we take?!"
"Yeah just... gimme a second here." The taller champion mumbles from atop HippoGriffomon. "Shit, shit, shit shit, who in the goddamned world could have done this? Thanks for the mission maggy, this whole situation is fucked... Whatever. We should just get the-"
"Sirs! Sirs! I heard the shouting!" A high-pitch voice calls out from the closest gash.
A survivor!
You lumber towards the sounds, of distress and then blink as an Armadillomon pulls itself over the edge. It grins in relief as you slide to a stop and collapses down onto its belly. "Thank god reinforcements arrived! We... we did the best that we could!"
"Hold comrade! Are you injured?" Pit shouts, rushing over to the small mon's side.
"Uh..." The rookie takes a moment to look over his paws, then shakes his head. "Not anymore. I kind of... ended up as a rookie again."
"Alright." Darcmon hovers off the chimera digimon's back. "Any other survivors?"
"N-no ma'am. I think at least. Shutumon got everyone but me and the sergeant!"
"Shutumon?" Beat questions intently, glaring down at the armored mammal.
"Yes. She just, appeared here and-and..." The rookie's head moves down, eyes closing in fear. "Deleted them. I... I was at the edge and only took a glancing blow. I tried to hang on and pull myself up, but-"
"-The injuries had caused you to slide down." you finish, trying very hard to resist the urge to suddenly look up.
"Y-yeah. But I still heard some stuff."
"Must be strong." your friend notes with a hint of... happiness?
"Strong or not we shall not let her get away with this unholy travesty!"
"Tch. She's a Legendary Warrior, one the Ultimates." Sparks supplies. "Gramps told me they're some of the strongest out there. 'Twould be our best interest to leave at once."
Shutumon... she did this? Then, just how powerful is-
"Alright so you made it. Big woop. What about the intel?"
"Well ma'm... sergeant Unimon had that after dealing with the courier"
"Fuck. And he's dead then?"
"No! Shutumon whacked him on the head and handed him off to a Silphymon. She said something about beating information out of him, then vanished! I... think the others headed east? They said something about a *secret nest* which must be the place we found that courier."
"Lord be praised! We can rescue our trapped comrade and-"
"-And what lord Pit? Be slain? Their party could include Shutumon and I fear our own power is just a wee bit lacklustre compared to hers!"
"If she's there."
"... it did sound like she left them." You agree. "And Armadillomon does know the location."
"You crazy fucks really want to to risk it?" Darcmon questions, rubbing her face.
"How about no! 'tis our best option to egress with all haste and report this back to MagnaAngemon."
You:
=== Choose One:
[] Do: Pit is right. You shouldn't leave an ally to be interrogated by the enemy and Shutumon may not be there... plus it's possible that there could be a strong opponent there for you to battle.
[] Don't: Sparks is right, the risk is too great for what information you possess. Furthermore it's your duty to report what happened to the Imperius in charge.
===Authors Note: Going to be honest. I did not expect the last vote to be nearly so one sided. Heh. Anyway, something I'll note here is that none of the squad aside from Beat and Pit are running at 100% ATM. The rest while not injured, haven't recovered their spirit fully.
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