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Digimon World: Conquest (Digimon Quest)
GwaedDraig
Crazed Gun-dino
- Location
- Breadcrumbs and Beaver spit
[X] Greasy artery-clogging burgers with all the fixins!
Canon Omake: Myotismon
Animapower
Wise Fool
- Location
- At the tea party
Another offering for the Wombat.
Flavor text omake: Wisdom in a Bottle
Ah, take in the smell: a touch of brandy, a hint of whiskey.
It is him: a mon of wealth and taste. Hail to the king, or perhaps hail to his companion. There is wisdom in a bottle.
He is Myotismon, the guide of the haunted land. For a promise, for a memory, he drinks and drinks but does not forget. To carry the years, he seeks wisdom in a bottle.
There is purpose to his persistence, there is cause to his presence. Witness the father, witness the son, there's tragedy to be found in his existence.
May the game come and go, may the story never repeat, he was there and will be there, he shares the wisdom in his bottle.
It is him: a mon of wealth and taste. Hail to the king, or perhaps hail to his companion. There is wisdom in a bottle.
He is Myotismon, the guide of the haunted land. For a promise, for a memory, he drinks and drinks but does not forget. To carry the years, he seeks wisdom in a bottle.
There is purpose to his persistence, there is cause to his presence. Witness the father, witness the son, there's tragedy to be found in his existence.
May the game come and go, may the story never repeat, he was there and will be there, he shares the wisdom in his bottle.
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DW:C Chapter 2 Part 8: Run Through The Jungle
- Location
- Indiana
Honestly, you don't know how you got here. One minute you're pigging out on a smorgasbord of all kinds of food, and the next you're being hoisted by the collar and dragged out the window by some kind of monkey-man.
You've already tried resisting, which didn't end well for you. At least he didn't break your right hand though, right?
So, all you can really do is go along for the ride as he drags you deeper and deeper into Tower Jungle.
You probably should have brought Meramon with you, honestly.
-Perspective Shift-
Bluejay, for all she trusted Oscar, was worried when she heard glass shatter above her head. Then, when she heard someone scream about "fucking monkey bastards" and how they "ruined a perfectly good meal", her worry all of quadrupled.
Combine this with Liesel's increasingly agitated pacing, Meramon's anxious searching around the area, and Myotismon's blatant disregard, and it was enough to almost send her into a panic attack.
Then the voice came over the speakers, different from the voices that had been screaming earlier. It was gruff, and almost petulant in its tone, like a child who was being told to not go out and play.
"Attention filthy commoners, by order of Sir Roman Saxon of Old Order and the future Roman Empire, I, Gokuwmon, have kidnapped Oscar Belluci. Come to the vacant warehouse in the center of Tower Jungle and surrender your territories within the next 48 hours or your lives and his are forfeit." Gokuwmon said, sounding every bit the bratty child being forced to read an apology letter.
With a buzz of static, the speaker cut out and silence reigned amongst the group.
At least, until a man and a lion-man dropped out of a window in the center of it.
Immediately Liesel leapt forward, her arms outstretched to strangle the tanned man only to be stopped by the man shouting.
"Hold up! I come in peace! I saw your mate get taken and I know how to navigate the jungle!" He said, his arms and the lions raised in surrender.
"He promised me a fight for Tower Jungle once that Saxon prick was out of the picture, and he's not a bad guy, so I want to help him out, y'know?" He says under Liesel's questioning gaze.
"And why should we believe you of all people Williams? You've been bouncing around my fucking turf stealing my food since the damn start! I know you're tricky, and this could be one big trap to kill us all!" Liesel says, voice cracking with anger.
Reader Choice
[ ] Trust him for now. He's probably being honest, so he won't backstab us.
[ ] No way we're trusting him. He's lying through his teeth and even if he did take us to the right place, he'd backstab us the moment our guard was down.
You've already tried resisting, which didn't end well for you. At least he didn't break your right hand though, right?
So, all you can really do is go along for the ride as he drags you deeper and deeper into Tower Jungle.
You probably should have brought Meramon with you, honestly.
-Perspective Shift-
Bluejay, for all she trusted Oscar, was worried when she heard glass shatter above her head. Then, when she heard someone scream about "fucking monkey bastards" and how they "ruined a perfectly good meal", her worry all of quadrupled.
Combine this with Liesel's increasingly agitated pacing, Meramon's anxious searching around the area, and Myotismon's blatant disregard, and it was enough to almost send her into a panic attack.
Then the voice came over the speakers, different from the voices that had been screaming earlier. It was gruff, and almost petulant in its tone, like a child who was being told to not go out and play.
"Attention filthy commoners, by order of Sir Roman Saxon of Old Order and the future Roman Empire, I, Gokuwmon, have kidnapped Oscar Belluci. Come to the vacant warehouse in the center of Tower Jungle and surrender your territories within the next 48 hours or your lives and his are forfeit." Gokuwmon said, sounding every bit the bratty child being forced to read an apology letter.
With a buzz of static, the speaker cut out and silence reigned amongst the group.
At least, until a man and a lion-man dropped out of a window in the center of it.
Immediately Liesel leapt forward, her arms outstretched to strangle the tanned man only to be stopped by the man shouting.
"Hold up! I come in peace! I saw your mate get taken and I know how to navigate the jungle!" He said, his arms and the lions raised in surrender.
"He promised me a fight for Tower Jungle once that Saxon prick was out of the picture, and he's not a bad guy, so I want to help him out, y'know?" He says under Liesel's questioning gaze.
"And why should we believe you of all people Williams? You've been bouncing around my fucking turf stealing my food since the damn start! I know you're tricky, and this could be one big trap to kill us all!" Liesel says, voice cracking with anger.
Reader Choice
[ ] Trust him for now. He's probably being honest, so he won't backstab us.
[ ] No way we're trusting him. He's lying through his teeth and even if he did take us to the right place, he'd backstab us the moment our guard was down.
- Location
- Finland
Oh lovely...
...That uncouth savage, was besmirching a fine table, and insulting thine hosts not enough for you? Now thou would darest interrupt a meal!
Truly, he is the lowest of the low evil scums!!
...Sense of disbelief is breaking somethin' fierce atm...
- Location
- United states
[X] Trust him for now. He's probably being honest, so he won't backstab us.
DW:C Chapter 2 Part 9: Welcome To The Jungle
- Location
- Indiana
"We have to trust him. He may be tricky, Liesel, but I think he's being honest with us." Myotismon pipes up as he crushes a can against his head.
There's a mess of grumbling from Liesel and Guardromon, and triumphant whoops from Mick and Leomon, but they're silenced by a glare from Myotismon.
Slowly, the motley group make their way to the edge of the rig, the expanse of metal and machinery soon replaced by lush jungle.
Mick leads the group through it, down winding paths and hidden game trails until they come to a massive warehouse.
"Now, here's the real question. Do we knock politely or?" Myotismon says, trailing off as though looking for suggestions.
"Go in guns blazing?" Liesel says, rolling up her sleeves in preparation for the upcoming fight.
"Kick in the door and then their face?" Bluejay suggests, her anxiety replaced with excitement for an actual fight.
"Cook them like a 3 minute dinner?" Meramon says, flaring up with anger.
"Walk in like a big dick in a locker room!" Mick says, arms raised high in excitement.
Reader Choice
[ ] Knock politely
[ ] Go in guns blazing
[ ] Kick in the door and their face
[ ] Cook them like a 3 minute dinner
[ ] Walk in like a big dick in a locker room
There's a mess of grumbling from Liesel and Guardromon, and triumphant whoops from Mick and Leomon, but they're silenced by a glare from Myotismon.
Slowly, the motley group make their way to the edge of the rig, the expanse of metal and machinery soon replaced by lush jungle.
Mick leads the group through it, down winding paths and hidden game trails until they come to a massive warehouse.
"Now, here's the real question. Do we knock politely or?" Myotismon says, trailing off as though looking for suggestions.
"Go in guns blazing?" Liesel says, rolling up her sleeves in preparation for the upcoming fight.
"Kick in the door and then their face?" Bluejay suggests, her anxiety replaced with excitement for an actual fight.
"Cook them like a 3 minute dinner?" Meramon says, flaring up with anger.
"Walk in like a big dick in a locker room!" Mick says, arms raised high in excitement.
Reader Choice
[ ] Knock politely
[ ] Go in guns blazing
[ ] Kick in the door and their face
[ ] Cook them like a 3 minute dinner
[ ] Walk in like a big dick in a locker room
- Location
- Finland
...And here I thought that you were a proper chap.
Why must act like a jock?
Ooof, all of them are so good though.
I honestly can't choose, because each one just smells of potential.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[x] Cook them like a 3 minute dinner
- Location
- United states
[X] Kick in the door and their face
DW:C Chapter 2 Part 10: The Phoenix
- Location
- Indiana
"Meramon? Do your thing." Myotismon says, gesturing to the large panel door that took up most of the warehouse's front.
Grinning malevolently, Meramon took a moment to focus himself, finding the correct heat signature out of the two inside and taking careful aim.
He braced himself, standing straight as he rolled his shoulder like a pitcher on the mound.
Winding his arm back and his leg forward, he drew from the ambient heat, forming a large orb of fire in his palm before rapidly launching it forward, the baseball-sized sphere of pure flame ripping through the metal like tinfoil.
The sphere flying back out and the shout of "Pop-fly you fiery son of a bitch!" was their answer.
"Now!" Myotismon barked as Number One shouldered Obelisk.
And all hell broke loose.
Liesel, aboard Guardromon's shoulders, tore through the door like a two-person Kool-aid Man, Liesel whooping with glee and Guardromon laying down a slew of covering fire as the others tore their ways in.
Myotismon's bats hounded what they could only assume to be Gokuwmon, Number One keeping a bead on the ape-like Digimon and taking a shot when he could.
Mick was cheering Leomon on as he did his level best to trip Gokuwmon up in melee, and the moment the chaos had started Meramon had thrown up a wall of fire encircling the clearing that the warehouse was in.
And as all this was happening, Bluejay was frantically working at the ropes holding Oscar to his chair, pulling and yanking at them amidst the chaos around her and in her own mind.
-Perspective Shift-
You watch as Bluejay works at the knots holding you to the chair, having already gotten the gag out of your mouth.
Meramon is still holding the firewall up, thank goodness, but you hear a shout when Gokuwmon finally manages to clock Leomon in the face with his staff, sending the lion flying backwards into the wall.
"That's it, oohkee! He's fucking dead!" Gokuwmon yells, a flare of energy pushing away Myotismon's bats.
He lunges toward you, staff held like a pool cue aimed directly for your heart, which just so happens to put Bluejay's head in his path.
His aim is true, and he's maybe a foot away from crushing your friends skull and impaling you, when he's tackled to the ground by a large dragon-like creature. It looks like Lavorvomon, but bigger. Angrier. And smarter.
"I am Lavogaritamon. And you are a dead man." The newly named Lavogaritamon says as he stalks over to the downed Gokuwmon, his voice the picture of a cold rage.
He places one burning talon down on the Digimon's chest, leaning in close enough for the flames in his maw to lick at Gokuwmon's face.
"Now, do I kill you? Eat you? Or something else?" He says, looking to you and Bluejay for orders.
Well? What should you have him do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Write in!
Grinning malevolently, Meramon took a moment to focus himself, finding the correct heat signature out of the two inside and taking careful aim.
He braced himself, standing straight as he rolled his shoulder like a pitcher on the mound.
Winding his arm back and his leg forward, he drew from the ambient heat, forming a large orb of fire in his palm before rapidly launching it forward, the baseball-sized sphere of pure flame ripping through the metal like tinfoil.
The sphere flying back out and the shout of "Pop-fly you fiery son of a bitch!" was their answer.
"Now!" Myotismon barked as Number One shouldered Obelisk.
And all hell broke loose.
Liesel, aboard Guardromon's shoulders, tore through the door like a two-person Kool-aid Man, Liesel whooping with glee and Guardromon laying down a slew of covering fire as the others tore their ways in.
Myotismon's bats hounded what they could only assume to be Gokuwmon, Number One keeping a bead on the ape-like Digimon and taking a shot when he could.
Mick was cheering Leomon on as he did his level best to trip Gokuwmon up in melee, and the moment the chaos had started Meramon had thrown up a wall of fire encircling the clearing that the warehouse was in.
And as all this was happening, Bluejay was frantically working at the ropes holding Oscar to his chair, pulling and yanking at them amidst the chaos around her and in her own mind.
-Perspective Shift-
You watch as Bluejay works at the knots holding you to the chair, having already gotten the gag out of your mouth.
Meramon is still holding the firewall up, thank goodness, but you hear a shout when Gokuwmon finally manages to clock Leomon in the face with his staff, sending the lion flying backwards into the wall.
"That's it, oohkee! He's fucking dead!" Gokuwmon yells, a flare of energy pushing away Myotismon's bats.
He lunges toward you, staff held like a pool cue aimed directly for your heart, which just so happens to put Bluejay's head in his path.
His aim is true, and he's maybe a foot away from crushing your friends skull and impaling you, when he's tackled to the ground by a large dragon-like creature. It looks like Lavorvomon, but bigger. Angrier. And smarter.
"I am Lavogaritamon. And you are a dead man." The newly named Lavogaritamon says as he stalks over to the downed Gokuwmon, his voice the picture of a cold rage.
He places one burning talon down on the Digimon's chest, leaning in close enough for the flames in his maw to lick at Gokuwmon's face.
"Now, do I kill you? Eat you? Or something else?" He says, looking to you and Bluejay for orders.
Well? What should you have him do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Write in!
- Location
- United states
[X] Negotiate. "You have two choices. Either join us as we bring down Roman, or the one that Lavogaritamon would make you dislike. "
DW:C Chapter 2 Part 11: Chasing The Horizon
- Location
- Indiana
You rub at your newly freed wrists, Mick deftly slicing the ropes at your ankles before motioning for you to stand up.
You're sore all over, Gokuwmon having used you as a punching bag after you asked where the Flying Nimbus was.
"Okay bud, I'll give you two choices. You can either join us and bring down that prick Roman, or we do the one that Lavogaritamon likes." you say, stretching your limbs. God, you go from running around to stuck in a chair and it's like whiplash.
"Fuck you, oohkee!" Gokuwmon spits, literally, in your face.
"Fuck it, dig in Lavogaritamon. You earned it." You say, Bluejay nodding as she follows you back to the others.
"So, what's the play now?" You say, plopping down in the grass with the rest of your friends and allies.
"Well, it's probably best if we handle Old Order now. I have a familiar feeling about that Roman fellow, and a sneaking suspicion as well." Myotismon says, for once without a drink in his hand.
"How the hell are we going to get up there though? Damn place is probably 4 kilometers high!" Mick says, scratching at his head.
"That's where you come in, young lady." Myotismon says, pointing at Liesel.
"Lavogaritamon's Mega form can fly, but it would be far too noticeable, which is why I'm going to let you in on a trick the last leader of Scrap Heaven used." Myotismon says, still uncharacteristically serious.
"That's another thing. None of us have gotten our partners to Mega level yet. How are we supposed to do that?" Bluejay asks, leaning into the now present Lavogaritamon.
"It'll take a while, that's for sure. You'll also have to come to terms with whatever inner demons you happen to have. Only then will your bond with your partners be strong enough to reach Mega level." Myotismon says, perching his chin on his interlaced fingers as he leans forward.
"Okay? How long do you mean when you say 'it'll take a while'?" Liesel says, pitching her voice low to mimic Myotismon's deep bass.
"Normally it takes around 3 months, but for you four? We'll do it in one." Myotismon says, hauling himself to his feet.
"Now, let's get back to the manor, shall we?"
-1 month later-
You're ready for this. You've trained, you've succeeded, and you're ready.
Once upon a time ago we tried to fly
We broke our bones together together
You take your place in the sturdy seat in what you had assumed to be some sort of viewing area, watching as Liesel and Bluejay work away at the consoles in front of the colossal bay windows.
Soon as we remember
Why we'll try to make another lie together forever
You think about the struggle you've gone through. Facing your own demons and triumphing to a whole new level of power.
Set the fire now it's your call
Start it over cause today we have it all
You hear Liesel yell an affirmative as the others take their seats in the massive cockpit, Myotismon standing beside you like some wise advisor.
"Is everything set to go Liesel?" You say as you brace yourself.
"Yup! I'm still stunned by this thing, honestly. Fuckin' technological marvel right here." She says as she comms down to the chamber on the ground floor.
"Trailmon, are you set to go?" She asks.
[AFFIRMATIVE]
"Alright, let's rock and fucking roll!" Mick says, voice full of energy.
"Alright! Start up sequence engage!" Liesel says as the rig begins to shudder.
If one were to look at the scene from an outsider's perspective, like a bird on the wing, it would seem as though the supposed oil rig was falling apart. Warehouses falling away, crates and boxes sliding away, and the rig itself breaking in half at the command center.
This is not the case. The rig shifted, straightened, until it became a powerful eastern dragon shaped battlestation, fallen warehouses revealing colossal anti-air cannons and intimidating missile pods. Then it began to shudder again as its supporting pillars, now revealed to be legs, lifted out of the water one at a time, hovering just above the water.
"Now! Horizon Chaser, launch!" Liesel shouted as she forced the the odd combination of joystick and lever forward, sending the now fully operational battle station up into the air and straight toward Old Order.
Oh we are the ones
Never cared about tomorrow chasing the horizon to be gold
Digimon World: Conquest Chapter 2: END
You're sore all over, Gokuwmon having used you as a punching bag after you asked where the Flying Nimbus was.
"Okay bud, I'll give you two choices. You can either join us and bring down that prick Roman, or we do the one that Lavogaritamon likes." you say, stretching your limbs. God, you go from running around to stuck in a chair and it's like whiplash.
"Fuck you, oohkee!" Gokuwmon spits, literally, in your face.
"Fuck it, dig in Lavogaritamon. You earned it." You say, Bluejay nodding as she follows you back to the others.
"So, what's the play now?" You say, plopping down in the grass with the rest of your friends and allies.
"Well, it's probably best if we handle Old Order now. I have a familiar feeling about that Roman fellow, and a sneaking suspicion as well." Myotismon says, for once without a drink in his hand.
"How the hell are we going to get up there though? Damn place is probably 4 kilometers high!" Mick says, scratching at his head.
"That's where you come in, young lady." Myotismon says, pointing at Liesel.
"Lavogaritamon's Mega form can fly, but it would be far too noticeable, which is why I'm going to let you in on a trick the last leader of Scrap Heaven used." Myotismon says, still uncharacteristically serious.
"That's another thing. None of us have gotten our partners to Mega level yet. How are we supposed to do that?" Bluejay asks, leaning into the now present Lavogaritamon.
"It'll take a while, that's for sure. You'll also have to come to terms with whatever inner demons you happen to have. Only then will your bond with your partners be strong enough to reach Mega level." Myotismon says, perching his chin on his interlaced fingers as he leans forward.
"Okay? How long do you mean when you say 'it'll take a while'?" Liesel says, pitching her voice low to mimic Myotismon's deep bass.
"Normally it takes around 3 months, but for you four? We'll do it in one." Myotismon says, hauling himself to his feet.
"Now, let's get back to the manor, shall we?"
-1 month later-
You're ready for this. You've trained, you've succeeded, and you're ready.
Once upon a time ago we tried to fly
We broke our bones together together
You take your place in the sturdy seat in what you had assumed to be some sort of viewing area, watching as Liesel and Bluejay work away at the consoles in front of the colossal bay windows.
Soon as we remember
Why we'll try to make another lie together forever
You think about the struggle you've gone through. Facing your own demons and triumphing to a whole new level of power.
Set the fire now it's your call
Start it over cause today we have it all
You hear Liesel yell an affirmative as the others take their seats in the massive cockpit, Myotismon standing beside you like some wise advisor.
"Is everything set to go Liesel?" You say as you brace yourself.
"Yup! I'm still stunned by this thing, honestly. Fuckin' technological marvel right here." She says as she comms down to the chamber on the ground floor.
"Trailmon, are you set to go?" She asks.
[AFFIRMATIVE]
"Alright, let's rock and fucking roll!" Mick says, voice full of energy.
"Alright! Start up sequence engage!" Liesel says as the rig begins to shudder.
If one were to look at the scene from an outsider's perspective, like a bird on the wing, it would seem as though the supposed oil rig was falling apart. Warehouses falling away, crates and boxes sliding away, and the rig itself breaking in half at the command center.
This is not the case. The rig shifted, straightened, until it became a powerful eastern dragon shaped battlestation, fallen warehouses revealing colossal anti-air cannons and intimidating missile pods. Then it began to shudder again as its supporting pillars, now revealed to be legs, lifted out of the water one at a time, hovering just above the water.
"Now! Horizon Chaser, launch!" Liesel shouted as she forced the the odd combination of joystick and lever forward, sending the now fully operational battle station up into the air and straight toward Old Order.
Oh we are the ones
Never cared about tomorrow chasing the horizon to be gold
Digimon World: Conquest Chapter 2: END
Interlude 1: Liesel
- Location
- Indiana
Liesel sighed as she tromped around the big empty base, Guardromon following behind her rattling off various statistics pertaining to the rig.
"Confronting demons, huh?" She muttered to herself as they entered the apparent bridge of the whole thing.
"What was that, zzt?" Guardromon said, looking up from the spreadsheet projected from his arm.
"Nothing, Guardie. Just me muttering to myself." Liesel said as she inspected the consoles along the walls.
"Liesel, if we are to attain Mega level we must handle your inner turmoil, zzt."
"Fine. My brother died. He was coming home from a double shift at work and took a backroad home. It was dark, and a hunter was driving with his headlights off. He caved the drivers side of Lee's car and killed him at the scene. There, you happy?" She snapped, turning around and glaring at her partner angrily.
"Now, leave me be. I need to get work and I doubt I'll need any help."
"Of course, zzt." Guardomon said, eyes narrowing, before turning and marching out of the room.
As her partner left the room, Liesel sighed in relief.
"Finally, I can get to work. I don't need any help. I can do it on my own." She said, pulling up the hologram schematics of the rig.
She didn't need anyone's help.
The following weeks were busy, and lonely, for Liesel. Guardromon was off doing whatever it was he did, which seemed to be moping around the railyard from the glimpses Liesel had caught of him while whirring past inside Trailmon.
Then it happened. One night, late to the point of early morning, the week before they were due to launch. And Liesel couldn't say she had the rig ready. Or that she and Guardromon had managed to reach Mega. Bluejay had gotten hers first, and no one could mistake the thunderstorm that Oscar's had brought. Hell, it was likely that stupid Mick had gotten his by now too, and here she was with no results to show for either her partner or the supposed battle station.
So she sat there, curled up in the fetal position, crying quietly. She lamented her helplessness. How alone she was. How stupid she was.
She missed her brother. She missed how he tried to coddle her and protect her from everything, no matter how much she told him she didn't need help.
"Please," she sobbed, words catching on tears, "please someone help me."
She heard the heavy stomping of metal feet, likely Guardromon coming to investigate the noise.
But it wasn't Guardromon. It looked like Andromon, but it was taller and sleeker, all black and silver with pauldrons of red and blue on its shoulders.
"A-Andromon?" Liesel guessed, tears still flowing as she shied away from the robotic Digimon's reaching arms.
"HiAndromon now." It said, voice surprisingly human.
Liesel smiled behind her tears, and the android swept her into a hug, carrying its master over to the main console as the sun broke over the horizon.
"Attention all units," she said into the speaker system, "as of right now, full renovation of the Royal Battle Station Horizon Chaser is to begin. All hands on deck people, we fly in a week."
Her smile only grew as the dozens of Guardromon and their squads reported back in the affirmative before busying themselves with the renovations.
She had help.
"Confronting demons, huh?" She muttered to herself as they entered the apparent bridge of the whole thing.
"What was that, zzt?" Guardromon said, looking up from the spreadsheet projected from his arm.
"Nothing, Guardie. Just me muttering to myself." Liesel said as she inspected the consoles along the walls.
"Liesel, if we are to attain Mega level we must handle your inner turmoil, zzt."
"Fine. My brother died. He was coming home from a double shift at work and took a backroad home. It was dark, and a hunter was driving with his headlights off. He caved the drivers side of Lee's car and killed him at the scene. There, you happy?" She snapped, turning around and glaring at her partner angrily.
"Now, leave me be. I need to get work and I doubt I'll need any help."
"Of course, zzt." Guardomon said, eyes narrowing, before turning and marching out of the room.
As her partner left the room, Liesel sighed in relief.
"Finally, I can get to work. I don't need any help. I can do it on my own." She said, pulling up the hologram schematics of the rig.
She didn't need anyone's help.
The following weeks were busy, and lonely, for Liesel. Guardromon was off doing whatever it was he did, which seemed to be moping around the railyard from the glimpses Liesel had caught of him while whirring past inside Trailmon.
Then it happened. One night, late to the point of early morning, the week before they were due to launch. And Liesel couldn't say she had the rig ready. Or that she and Guardromon had managed to reach Mega. Bluejay had gotten hers first, and no one could mistake the thunderstorm that Oscar's had brought. Hell, it was likely that stupid Mick had gotten his by now too, and here she was with no results to show for either her partner or the supposed battle station.
So she sat there, curled up in the fetal position, crying quietly. She lamented her helplessness. How alone she was. How stupid she was.
She missed her brother. She missed how he tried to coddle her and protect her from everything, no matter how much she told him she didn't need help.
"Please," she sobbed, words catching on tears, "please someone help me."
She heard the heavy stomping of metal feet, likely Guardromon coming to investigate the noise.
But it wasn't Guardromon. It looked like Andromon, but it was taller and sleeker, all black and silver with pauldrons of red and blue on its shoulders.
"A-Andromon?" Liesel guessed, tears still flowing as she shied away from the robotic Digimon's reaching arms.
"HiAndromon now." It said, voice surprisingly human.
Liesel smiled behind her tears, and the android swept her into a hug, carrying its master over to the main console as the sun broke over the horizon.
"Attention all units," she said into the speaker system, "as of right now, full renovation of the Royal Battle Station Horizon Chaser is to begin. All hands on deck people, we fly in a week."
Her smile only grew as the dozens of Guardromon and their squads reported back in the affirmative before busying themselves with the renovations.
She had help.
Interlude 2: Bluejay
- Location
- Indiana
Fire and sweat. Those were Bluejay Martin's only thoughts as she dodged the fireballs that flew around her, Garudamon slowly encroaching on her as she twisted and flipped around his attacks. She had shed her deep purple sweatshirt ages ago, leaving her in only her pants and a lilac shirt.
Crouching low, she lunged for Garudamon's exposed torso, a kiai building in her throat only to be batted away by the digimon.
"You need to stop hesitating Bluejay. You told me you hate your indecisiveness and your lack f courage, but what truly hinders you is your hesitation." Garudamon said as Bluejay pulled herself upright, panting heavily.
She was halfway through an apology when the ground beneath them began to crack, the cooled rock beneath them rapidly heating up as cracks began to spread across the walls of the volcanic crater.
Needing no warning, Bluejay hurried toward the tunnel that led from the volcano's interior to the beach outside, Lavorvomon hurriedly following her. Behind her, another rumble as the volcano shook, Garudamon shouting for her to keep running as he held back whatever was causing the quakes.
Finally, when they reached the beach, she looked back.
And Furnace Volcano erupted, spurts of lava shooting high into the air as chunks of rock and clouds of ash polluted the skies.
And standing there, on the lip of the volcano, was the cause of it all.
He was colossal, a spherical body with short but powerful limbs and a miniature volcano upon his back trailing lava and destruction behind him.
The monster jumped, high into the air where he was lost amongst the clouds of ash, before landing heavily in front of her.
Heat radiated off his body in waves, forcing Bluejay to step back lest she be burnt by its mere presence.
"Get off….my island...you twerp!" The beast roared before lunging forward with one fist cocked back, her death imminent. She cowered, flinching in fear as the fiery brute drew closer, but death did not come.
Instead, she was pushed away, Lavorvomon taking the blow for her and being launched into the ocean behind her.
"Stupid brat...needs to cool off…" It said before throwing something else into the ocean.
In the split second she saw it, Bluejay recognized the object. It was Garudamon. He was bloodied, and barely breathing, but he was still alive.
Blinded by rage at the sight of her barely-alive mentor, Bluejay charged forward screaming like a woman possessed.
She was batted back, the monsters fist searing an imprint into her side as it made contact.
Bluejay screamed as another fist hit her, this time from behind as the afterimage of the monster faded away.
Crashing into the side of the cave, Bluejay groaned as her consciousness waned, vision flickering.
"L-leave mama alone!" A young voice cries out from behind the beast.
Standing there is Vorvomon, just Vorvomon, the punch from the monster having knocked the digivolution right out of him.
"I'll...kill you...later kid…" The monster says as long streams of lava drip from its mouth while it looms over Bluejay, a massive fist pulled back for a killing blow.
Bluejay, with her last bit of strength, reaches out to punch the beast. Her fist connects, landing in the center of the monsters leather-wrapped face, stunning it.
[W A R P D I G I V O L V E]
And Vorvomon glowed. A golden egg of light surrounding him as he shifted through the levels of digimon. From Rookie, to Champion, to Ultimate, and finally to Mega, the egg separating to reveal a massive dragon-like creature, its body composed of fire and obsidian.
His mere presence boiling the seas, Volcanicdramon hovered just above the beach, every beat of his wings turning a bit more of the black sand to molten glass.
"I said, leave her alone, AncientVolcanomon." He breathed, the bare edge of a threat leaking into his voice.
Needless to say, the subsequent attempt at retaliation was met with a swift defeat, and the rescue of Bluejay.
Quickly, Garudamon was pulled from the burning waters, and lain on the parts of the beach that hadn't been turned to glass.
The presence of a certain small and pink digimon sped along what would have been months of recovery to barely a week.
Crouching low, she lunged for Garudamon's exposed torso, a kiai building in her throat only to be batted away by the digimon.
"You need to stop hesitating Bluejay. You told me you hate your indecisiveness and your lack f courage, but what truly hinders you is your hesitation." Garudamon said as Bluejay pulled herself upright, panting heavily.
She was halfway through an apology when the ground beneath them began to crack, the cooled rock beneath them rapidly heating up as cracks began to spread across the walls of the volcanic crater.
Needing no warning, Bluejay hurried toward the tunnel that led from the volcano's interior to the beach outside, Lavorvomon hurriedly following her. Behind her, another rumble as the volcano shook, Garudamon shouting for her to keep running as he held back whatever was causing the quakes.
Finally, when they reached the beach, she looked back.
And Furnace Volcano erupted, spurts of lava shooting high into the air as chunks of rock and clouds of ash polluted the skies.
And standing there, on the lip of the volcano, was the cause of it all.
He was colossal, a spherical body with short but powerful limbs and a miniature volcano upon his back trailing lava and destruction behind him.
The monster jumped, high into the air where he was lost amongst the clouds of ash, before landing heavily in front of her.
Heat radiated off his body in waves, forcing Bluejay to step back lest she be burnt by its mere presence.
"Get off….my island...you twerp!" The beast roared before lunging forward with one fist cocked back, her death imminent. She cowered, flinching in fear as the fiery brute drew closer, but death did not come.
Instead, she was pushed away, Lavorvomon taking the blow for her and being launched into the ocean behind her.
"Stupid brat...needs to cool off…" It said before throwing something else into the ocean.
In the split second she saw it, Bluejay recognized the object. It was Garudamon. He was bloodied, and barely breathing, but he was still alive.
Blinded by rage at the sight of her barely-alive mentor, Bluejay charged forward screaming like a woman possessed.
She was batted back, the monsters fist searing an imprint into her side as it made contact.
Bluejay screamed as another fist hit her, this time from behind as the afterimage of the monster faded away.
Crashing into the side of the cave, Bluejay groaned as her consciousness waned, vision flickering.
"L-leave mama alone!" A young voice cries out from behind the beast.
Standing there is Vorvomon, just Vorvomon, the punch from the monster having knocked the digivolution right out of him.
"I'll...kill you...later kid…" The monster says as long streams of lava drip from its mouth while it looms over Bluejay, a massive fist pulled back for a killing blow.
Bluejay, with her last bit of strength, reaches out to punch the beast. Her fist connects, landing in the center of the monsters leather-wrapped face, stunning it.
[W A R P D I G I V O L V E]
And Vorvomon glowed. A golden egg of light surrounding him as he shifted through the levels of digimon. From Rookie, to Champion, to Ultimate, and finally to Mega, the egg separating to reveal a massive dragon-like creature, its body composed of fire and obsidian.
His mere presence boiling the seas, Volcanicdramon hovered just above the beach, every beat of his wings turning a bit more of the black sand to molten glass.
"I said, leave her alone, AncientVolcanomon." He breathed, the bare edge of a threat leaking into his voice.
Needless to say, the subsequent attempt at retaliation was met with a swift defeat, and the rescue of Bluejay.
Quickly, Garudamon was pulled from the burning waters, and lain on the parts of the beach that hadn't been turned to glass.
The presence of a certain small and pink digimon sped along what would have been months of recovery to barely a week.