Chrome Wings [Digimental Hunt]
Jan 7, 2014 23:42:05 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 23:42:05 GMT
It had been several months since SnowAgumon left the Northern Prominence, and he hadn't regretted it. While it might be natural to assume a Digimon with the word "snow" in its name would prefer a colder environment, the higher temperature of The Digital Core was a welcome change. While in the past he was unable to stay outside for extended periods of time, he now didn't even have to go inside if he didn't want to. This meant that for a while, all he really did was explore the new area, spending the nights in the village he had helped construct.
He woke up this morning like any other, and stepped out of the modest hut he lived in. After a quick survey, he determined the village wasn't currently being destroyed by a rampaging Spinomon; stranger things had happened in the past, so he'd made it a habit to always make sure. Not many of the villagers were combatants, so he and a few others were really the only ones able to defend the place.
He made it to the meeting area of the village, where he'd usually ask around to see if anyone needed something done. A lot of the Digimon living there still weren't quite used to the Network Plains, and preferred to stay in the village. This effectively made SnowAgumon the delivery man, but he didn't really mind. It guaranteed he always had something to do.
The meeting area was mostly deserted, except for a couple of Tsukaimon talking to the major, BlueMeramon. SnowAgumon approached them, wanting to ask if they needed anything, but was surprised when the major addressed him first.
“Hey, SnowAgumon, I was just about to wake you up,” he said, interrupting his own conversation with the Tsukaimon. “I need you to do me a favor, though.”
SnowAgumon was a bit taken aback; the major was an Ultimate Digimon, what did he need the help of a Rookie for?
“Uhh, sure,” he replied. “Don't you usually handle stuff yourself, though?”
“Yeah, I do. I'm a bit caught up today, though. It's just a little thing, don't worry.”
“What do you need?”
“I had the Gotsumon near Terminus craft me some equipment, so I was just wondering if you could grab it for me on the way.”
“Sure, I'll get it for you.”
He left the village, leaving BlueMeramon to continue his conversation with the now rather annoyed Tsukaimon. SnowAgumon had visited the Gotsumon often, usually on his way home from Terminus, so he knew how to get there. It wasn't a terribly long way, although he knew his perception of distance could easily change depending on how heavy those tools were going to be. Hopefully not too bad.
The Gotsumon lived in their own little village, although theirs was mostly dedicated to industries like metalwork and carpentry. Nobody there ever seemed to rest, but it seemed to pay off; they had lots of customers, even some from Terminus City itself, and probably had quite a treasury as a result. Even then, they were very casual about visitors, pretty much allowing anyone to come and go as they wanted.
However, when SnowAgumon arrived, it was a lot less lively than it usually was. There was an uncomfortable atmosphere in the whole village, and nobody really seemed to be enjoying their work as much as normally. Everyone seemed strangely alert, like they were expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.
SnowAgumon approached Meteormon, the leader of the village, who was overseeing a particularly large carpentry job. Like everyone else, he seemed very uneasy, although he didn't let that ruin his productiveness; he directed the Gotsumon expertly like always, although with a little less enthusiasm.
“Hey, Meteormon, is everything alright here?”
“Oh, hello. We're having a bad day, but we'll manage.”
“What happened? Anything I can help with?”
Meteormon looked conflicted, like he wanted to accept help, but didn't want to drag anyone else into whatever problems his village was facing. He took a second to respond, and when he did, he almost sounded defeated.
“We... have been having trouble with some city Digimon.”
“City Digimon?”
“They're some kind of gang. They've been making threats for a long time, but they've started actually attacking us. We're afraid they're preparing a full-scale raid sometime soon.”
That was a bit more than expected, and SnowAgumon knew he probably couldn't help much with it, but he figured he should at least try.
“Why're they attacking you?”
“Who knows? They want to rob us, I'm sure, but I feel like there's something else. They're strong, I don't see why they would bother with us.”
Meteormon told SnowAgumon to follow him, and the two walked up to the hut serving as the entrance to their mine.
“All our miners are looking for Chromdigizoit Metal. Not for the Digimon harassing us, but in order to fight back against them. So far we haven't found any, though.”
The two walked down the stairs into the mine, where Gotsumon were digging at every wall, overseen by several Icemon. Meteormon continued to explain what they would do with the metal if they found it, but SnowAgumon didn't have much faith in it. It sounded like they were just doing it to feel secure, pretending they had a plan. However, as they reached the bottom floor of the mine, an Icemon interrupted Meteormon's speech.
“Boss, we've found something. It's not Digizoid, but it looks special.”
Meteormon and SnowAgumon followed the Icemon through an opening in the rock wall. It didn't look as uniform as the other mining holes, like it had collapsed while the Gotsumon were mining around it.
As they emerged on the other side, they were blinded by white light. The room was completely square, with dark blue surfaces. In the middle, floating in midair, was a sphere made of the same dark blue material as the room itself. It was decorated with a strange red pattern, nothing any of the three Digimon could recognize, and was what illuminated the room.
Meteormon ran a finger along the wall to his right, and jumped back in shock.
“This is Chromdigizoit! The whole room is made of it!”
Icemon looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and quickly turned back to the hole they'd come from to call for miners. SnowAgumon was more interested in the floating sphere, though.
“This thing is glowing,” he said, grabbing it easily from the air. A strange, warm feeling spread throughout his entire body. “I don't think it's Digizoid. An egg, maybe?”
Meteormon glanced at it, and declared it didn't look like any metal he knew. He seemed too happy about the Digizoid find to really care about whatever mysterious artifact the sphere was, which didn't quite seem right to SnowAgumon. Was it just him who was attracted to it? It did feel strange, like they were connected, somehow. There was something missing, though, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Meanwhile, Gotsumon had appeared with drills and picks, making it quite cramped. SnowAgumon excused himself, leaving the others to excavate the room, and left the mines altogether; he suddenly felt strangely claustrophobic. He realized he still hadn't asked about the tools for BlueMeramon, so he dropped by one of the furnaces and asked a Gotsumon if he knew where they were. Before he could finish asking, however, the ground shook. Everyone knew exactly what was happening.
It wasn't an army per se. More like a battalion. However, to the Gotsumon village, it meant certain destruction. Nobody in the village was a combatant, and their strongest warrior, Meteormon, specialized in prospecting. That's not the kind of word you want to threaten your enemies with.
The group of enemies consisted of about twenty Kokuwamon on the ground, and three Saberdramon in the air right above them. On the middle Saberdramon rode a GrapLeomon, the obvious leader. The village didn't stand a chance, and nor did SnowAgumon, for that matter. All they could do was evacuate, and let the raiders plunder everything. However, this Digimon couldn't let that happen.
“What do you want?”
SnowAgumon had stepped to the front, knowing that no one else would. Meteormon was still deep underground, and all the Gotsumon on the surface looked completely petrified.
“What I want?” asked GrapLeomon, surprised that someone dared ask. “I want everything. These idiots should have built walls if they didn't want this to happen.”
“But why? Clearly you command a powerful group of Digimon. Will you really lower yourself to rob a peaceful village like this?”
SnowAgumon could feel the dark blue sphere grow hotter in his hand, and he recognized it as a sign to continue. Even if he couldn't do anything, he had to at least try; if for nothing else, because it felt right.
“Lower myself? I am the lowest of the low, even I can admit that much. This is what I do. Now piss off, all of you, unless you want my Kokuwamon to help you out.”
“Listen to me. You could destroy me in a second, I know that, but I also know that if you wanted to, you would have. You're not interested in killing anyone today.”
The sphere was glowing white in SnowAgumon's hand, and he felt stronger. Like if he had to, he would be able to fight back; he didn't like it, but he'd rather injure them than let them kill the Gotsumon. GrapLeomon growled.
“You're clearly too dense to listen. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. Saberdramon, use your Night Roar!”
The Saberdramon GrapLeomon was riding spread its wings, launching a flurry of feathers engulfed in purple flames. SnowAgumon spread his arms, as if to symbolically take the shot for the whole village, but didn't take his eyes off the lion. The Digimental emitted a blinding light.
[Digimental of Equanimity]
As the light subsided, the true nature of the sphere was revealed. The Digimental of Equanimity had cause SnowAgumon to Armor Digivolve, turning him into the fearsome MailBirdramon. His previously symbolic gesture of protection had taken the shape of armored wings, blocking the Saberdramon's attack completely. GrapLeomon looked confused for a second, then seemed to realized what had happened.
"That was a Digimental."
"That's true."
With incredibly speed, MailBirdramon shot into the sky, high above the three Saberdramon.
"NIGHTHAWK!"
MailBirdramon released a powerful burst of plasma from his chest, grounding two of the three Saberdramon. The third one, with GrapLeomon on its back, barely dodged the attack. GrapLeomon turned to his Kokuwamon troops.
"DESTROY EVERYTHING!"
But just as the Kokuwamon broke loose from their formation, Meteormon got out of the hut leading down to the mines, followed by a squad of Icemon. They immediately joined the fight, wielding makeshift knives of Chrome Digizoid. The Kokuwamon were dispatched quickly and efficiently, and GrapLeomon clearly knew he was out of luck. He jumped from the back of his Saberdramon, landing right in the middle of the battle, and sent three Icemon flying with his Cyclone kick. MailBirdramon hit the remaining Saberdramon with another Nighthawk to the back in the confusion, making their leader the only remaining enemy; however, he was an Ultimate, and clearly experienced in battle. It would be difficult, even with the power of the Digimental.
"PLASMA CANNON!"
MailBirdramon fired a massive beam of plasma from his mouth, aimed directly at GrapLeomon. However, it was futile; GrapLeomon spun around instantly, caught the beam with the turbines on his arms, then sent them right in the direction of Meteormon. With surprisingly quick reflexes, he blocked the attack, neutralizing it with minimal damage.
"This is too much," he said, withdrawing slightly. "I don't want to admit it, but this is the end."
A blue flash streaked across the ground, struck GrapLeomon in the back and sent him flying into the air. Before he could utter a word in surprise, he was engulfed by blue flames and smashed back into the ground. BlueMeramon landed on MailBirdramon's back.
"Didn't realize there was a fight going on here. You should kill that guy."
MailBirdramon hesitated for a second, then shook his head.
"That's not what I do."
He landed on the ground by GrapLeomon's unconscious body, and BlueMeramon jumped off. MailBirdramon picked up the Digimon with his right foot, and took off without a word, towards Terminus City. With a sigh, BlueMeramon picked up two unconscious Kokuwamon from the ground.
"Let's send this trash home."
[Digimental of Equanimity]
As the light subsided, the true nature of the sphere was revealed. The Digimental of Equanimity had cause SnowAgumon to Armor Digivolve, turning him into the fearsome MailBirdramon. His previously symbolic gesture of protection had taken the shape of armored wings, blocking the Saberdramon's attack completely. GrapLeomon looked confused for a second, then seemed to realized what had happened.
"That was a Digimental."
"That's true."
With incredibly speed, MailBirdramon shot into the sky, high above the three Saberdramon.
"NIGHTHAWK!"
MailBirdramon released a powerful burst of plasma from his chest, grounding two of the three Saberdramon. The third one, with GrapLeomon on its back, barely dodged the attack. GrapLeomon turned to his Kokuwamon troops.
"DESTROY EVERYTHING!"
But just as the Kokuwamon broke loose from their formation, Meteormon got out of the hut leading down to the mines, followed by a squad of Icemon. They immediately joined the fight, wielding makeshift knives of Chrome Digizoid. The Kokuwamon were dispatched quickly and efficiently, and GrapLeomon clearly knew he was out of luck. He jumped from the back of his Saberdramon, landing right in the middle of the battle, and sent three Icemon flying with his Cyclone kick. MailBirdramon hit the remaining Saberdramon with another Nighthawk to the back in the confusion, making their leader the only remaining enemy; however, he was an Ultimate, and clearly experienced in battle. It would be difficult, even with the power of the Digimental.
"PLASMA CANNON!"
MailBirdramon fired a massive beam of plasma from his mouth, aimed directly at GrapLeomon. However, it was futile; GrapLeomon spun around instantly, caught the beam with the turbines on his arms, then sent them right in the direction of Meteormon. With surprisingly quick reflexes, he blocked the attack, neutralizing it with minimal damage.
"This is too much," he said, withdrawing slightly. "I don't want to admit it, but this is the end."
A blue flash streaked across the ground, struck GrapLeomon in the back and sent him flying into the air. Before he could utter a word in surprise, he was engulfed by blue flames and smashed back into the ground. BlueMeramon landed on MailBirdramon's back.
"Didn't realize there was a fight going on here. You should kill that guy."
MailBirdramon hesitated for a second, then shook his head.
"That's not what I do."
He landed on the ground by GrapLeomon's unconscious body, and BlueMeramon jumped off. MailBirdramon picked up the Digimon with his right foot, and took off without a word, towards Terminus City. With a sigh, BlueMeramon picked up two unconscious Kokuwamon from the ground.
"Let's send this trash home."