[] Decide to let Drunky handle this. She should have been okayed by now and is better at negotiating.
===
You glare down at the smirking champion, resisting the violent urge to
lunge forward and bite him in half-
-No! Focus! Calm yourself Verge. Clear mind, calm heart.
One very deep breath later, you pad back from the door (careful not to crash into the hallway) and shake your head. The gesture and mantra don't manage to fully clear away your fury, but it tempers the emotion enough for proper thoughts to be formed once again.
I… I should not bring my wrath upon Musyamon. There must be control Verge and... and I am not trained to barter. Instead… ah, mayhaps I should let Angewomon handle this.
"Please excuse me." You murmur, turning away from the now confused champion.
"Eh? What're you doing? Don't you want your stuff back?"
"I do. However I am unqualified to negotiate." You admit. "Therefore I am informing a digimon that is able to handle this occasion."
"... Pit or the alcoholic?"
"The… alcoholic?" Musyamon flinches back at your statement, then bounces back forward, hurriedly stepping out after you.
"Whoah, whoah. No need to involve her in this big guy. I'll uh… tell you what. How about I lead your squad to the ship. Just don't tell her about our little conversation capiche?" The demonic digimon proposes, holding up an index finger and thumb to form a circular gesture.
Capiche?... hold on. Does that mean alright? I think that makes sense. If so, then his proposal is-
"Very well."
Drop's friend clasps his hands together and breathes an audible sigh of relief.
You're not really sure why… but that's a feeling you've grown
depressingly used to.
=Thirty-Nine Minutes Later:
"Yep, that's it." Drop's friend states, pointing one end of his bow towards a very familiar ship.
ShogunGeckomon's vessel floats in its own channel, slowly bobbing up and down in the terribly deep waterway. Even from here you can see the crew (Geckomon) on-board running about in mild panic at your approach.
Beside you *Drunky's* face breaks into a grin as she slowly cracks a knuckle.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this." The wommon purrs in a distinctly un-angelic fashion "Thanks for the intel *Sneaky*"
"Sure thing boss. I'll just... not be here when you bust the place up. No offense."
"Hah! None taken, now run along." The archangel grunts dismissing the mutant champion with a wave of her hand. "I've got shit to do, asses to kick." Drop's friend wordlessly turns around and dives into the nearby water, vanishing from your senses in mere moments.
How is it that he accomplishes such a feat?
"Eyes up *hefty*."
"Right." You nod, moving your attention to the many weapons stationed aboard ShogunGeckomon's vessel. Between the two rows of slightly protruding cannons and smaller swivel-guns sitting on its deck the shop has a vast array of firepower. How
strong they are exactly is an unknown, but you're morbidly curious about finding out.
"Ma'am, can we not leap straight to holy smiting?" Pit questions, raising a set of arms into the air
. "If this is a misunderstanding, then maybe they can be convinced to return your sword without divine smiting." Angewomon level a dubious look at the Asuramon then breaks off into a low chuckle.
"Sure thing *Muscles* I'll start by asking nicely."
Something about her words send a light shiver down the length of your back, but you shake the feeling off and rear up.
"Their captain has arrived." Beat points out, flicking the tip of his spear out towards the ship's boarding plank.
ShogunGeckomon stands at the ramp's very top, his body looking oddly… bloated. Almost like some sort of balloon that's about to pop. Which you take to mean he's either spent the last day gorging himself, or has sucked in vast quantities of air to be used in battle.
Mayhaps both. Zeha.
"The Shogun would know why you cretins are approaching his ship!" The aquatic Ultimate bellows, his voice loud enough to make your ears tingle in pain.
"Please. You damn well know why we're here *Tadpole*. I wants my goddamn sword back!" You open your mouth to interject, but the wommon waves you off. "And the big guy's trinkets too!" Her words however, only manage to earn a sneer from the enormous amphibian.
"You've wasted your time then, pawns of the Host. The Shogun has no such items in his possessions. I demand that you speak of who spread such a falsehood!"
He… does not sound like he's lying. But… that would mean Musyamon was lying. Oh! His question!
"Musyamon." That one word manages to earn you glares from both Angewomon and the captain.
"There are many Musyamon, whelp! You will tell the Shogun which one it was!"
"Sonuva-goddamnit *Hefty*! Don't give away information like that!"
"... sorry."
"Bah, if you will not answer the Shogun, then leave. Retreat lest I levy this land's authority upon you!"
"Hah! This ain't like last time *Tadpole*. Either you can give us our freaking property or we'll come up there, kick your lying ass, then search that shitty fucking ship until they're found."
"You would not dare! Madame Calamaramon would see you executed for such an offense."
"In the city maybe." Your commander grins. "But that's not gonna be a problem *Tadpole*. Pit, show them out!"
"Ma'am, I... don't believe they'll be willing to follow me off their ship." The Asuramon states, rubbing the back of his head with a pair of hands.
"No just… ugh." The archangel buries her face in HippoGriffomon's back feathers for a moment then screams in frustration, a sound which is thankfully muffled by the Ultimate's thick fluffy covering. You make a point to look away. After five very awkward seconds, she sits back up and points towards the vessel's prow. "Just freaking push their ship out of this god-forsaken city!"
"Ah! Yes Imperius! May the Lord grant me strength!" With the proclamation, your holy friend leaps towards the hull and plants all four of his hands against the wood. Fire blasts out from his feet, keeping the Asuramon aloft as he works on finding a good balance.
"Shushushu." ShogunGeckomon laughs, his entire body jiggling in a very unpleasant manner. "The Shogun laughs at your plan foolish one? He cannot hope to-
*Snap*"
That's as far as he gets before the first chain mooring his ship to the dock
breaks, jerking his ship back. Steam rises up into the air in a thick, rolling cloud as Pit's inferno continues to swell. A domino effect rolls down the line of remaining chains as either the metal breaks, or the mounts themselves break off.
Within the space of a single moment, the vessel goes from tightly tethered to shooting back at breakneck speed. A cacophony of screams erupt from the crew as over a dozen of the Geckomon are violently wrenched off their ship, while the rest hang on for dear life. One unlucky champion is unlucky enough to fall beside his wobbling captain and-
*Squish*
Urgh… oh. Spirits below. That… it was not a sight I needed to see.
Hundreds if not thousands of tons worth of wood are shot back at rapid-pace, only continuing to accelerate under Pit's constant push. Massive waves lash out in its wake, covering the nearby paths in water and washing a few unfortunate Wizardmon into the water. You wince at the flailing digimon, but… getting a little wet won't delete them.
"Hah! Take that you bastard! Alright *Ironsides* after them!" Responding to his rider's cry, the chimeric digimon bounds forward and flaps his wings, chasing after the *Shogun's* ship. Beat however easily passes by the pair of digimon and streaks towards the deck… leaving you to take up the rear, carefully jogging across the air using Void-Step.
Darnit! The fight will be finished before I can-
*Boom*
Your thoughts are rudely interrupted by the sound of a swivel gun going off. Several moments pass in confusion as you track a *small* metal ball coming towards you head, then-
*Clang*
-it bounces off of your forehead. For a moment you stop, expecting some form of pain. However, aside from a very tiny aching sensation, it doesn't seem to have caused any actual damage.
Huh… so those weapons must be weak. Neat.
Filled with an odd sense of
pride, you continue bounding after the squad. Moving carefully lest you take another tumble into the water. Spending another half of another day climbing up would not be good… even if it would make for decent training.
Shortly after exiting the city's limit, your fears come to pass. Beat dodges a blast of sonic energy then
rams his spear through ShogunGeckmon's face, ending things disappointingly quickly. The now deceased Ultimate's crew don't even put up a fight, they just start shouting about surrendering.
It takes another couple minutes to catch up, time during which Pit scolds your insectoid friend for killing off the captain. But as expected, Beat shrugs it off and goes back polishing his weapon.
Angewomon isn't happy about not getting able to "Kick that trumpeting *Tadpole's* face in". Thankfully she has enough mind to organize the surrendered crew in a bid to search for your items in the cargo hold.
Mercifully your bag and its contents are still intact… well mostly. Several of your credit chits were taken, leaving you with just over ten thousand. (20,000 bits stolen). Oddly enough, none of the crew are willing to fess up to taking it and not even the former captain seemed to have them. That said, Beat is kind enough to give you one of the deceased Ultimate's personal chits. (15,000 bits gained) Honestly, you're just glad to have your mementos back. Being without the keepsakes of Gramps and Agnimon was… worrying.
Of course, that's not all Drunky finds within the ship's hull.
No. There's a full
two-score score rookies and eight champions chained up within, black gears stuck deeply into their back.
I see. He was a *slaver* was well… huh. The… little pity I had for him has vanished.
The Gear-Bound aren't in horrible condition, clearly a bit thin from lack of food, but they have fortunately not been tortured. Good, but you have no idea what to do with them. Upon asking Angewomon…
"Them? Well I guess since we took this ship in the open ocean, they technically belong to me. Hah! That's rich." You level a glare at the officer, as does Pit, but *Drunky* brushes you both off. "Just a joke you two. It wouldn't kill you to have a sense of humour. Nah, we'll take them back to Alt-City with us and make sure they get unbound in a safe environment.
"And the crew?" Beat questions, sending a glance towards the mass of cowering Geckomon at the ship's back end.
"Delete them if you want. I don't really give a crap."
Just… just delete them?!
"We. Are not slaughtering them." Pit snarls, prompting another shrug from the arachngel.
"Whatever, don't care. You mutant fuckers can handle them if you want."
=== Choose One:
[] Turn them loose in the city, they should be able to survive there without problems.
[] Keep them as the crew, maybe like... conscript them into the Host?
[] Pit thinks they should get Sparks to come up with a solution.
[] Write in.
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Authors Note: I was pretty sure I wouldn't be update tonight, but I was wrong! Thank the dice gods for my decision to write. 
