Unstoppable Progress [Construction Job D]
Jun 9, 2018 16:21:40 GMT
Post by Cion on Jun 9, 2018 16:21:40 GMT
Job Description
It truly was always the same - was it not? Uncountable lifetimes, even reincarnations of the digital realm, had passed reality by, yet barely anything had changed since her inception as an Impmon on File Island so many eons ago. Strife among digimons was omnipresent, societal and technological progress was nearly stagnating, and where people attempted to establish civilization feral fiends opposed its very body of thought. The presence and efforts of paragons such as Cion had never been sufficient to sway the minds of the evil and savage. The reason why was obvious though.
Both factions were incapable of understanding the other. Centuries of ambition and determination, yet the Arniomon still could no grasp the appeal of being a tribal cave dweller. Why were these creatures craving to spread misery upon others and themselves. Not that they were capable of grasping the bane they imposed on themselves - what loss of potential prosperity and peace the destruction of modern cultural values entailed. To her, they were the villains, and she as the sentinel of the innocent and hard-working was the hero. To them, although their reasons were unfathomable, it was probably the other way around. But to the ancient warden their justification was inane, dangerous and above everything else irrelevant.
Since the first raid executed by strangers that had cost the collapse of a single occupancy house, the silver fennec had constantly been on duty, serving as a guardian of the workers she had helped hiring. By now, they were like acquaintances to her, giving her all the more impetus to protect them from any external threats. Caffeine and her partner Vertigo's support had enable her to watch over the area for several nights, and it was during one fateful evening that her decisiveness had payed off.
Barely a noteworthy adversary to the unassuming Super Mega, a severely injured Goatmon was lying on its side on the shortgrassed ground, breathing heavily and rapidly as lethal wounds tainted its graceful frame. It had taken Cion only one attack to render this Champion unable to fight and in an agonal state, but it sufficed as a message. Their gazes met as the panic-stricken invader looked into the golden eyes of the frowning, ice-cold fox. She held no compassion nor mercy for enemies such as this nature spirit, and showing that was not difficult at all. No... this was exactly what she wanted it so see.
"Ring your bell... if there is anyone here who might be able to rescue you. If not, you'll defragment." She uttered matter-of-factly, secretly curious about the willpower that this mammalian possessed. As to be expected however there was none, causing it to vociferously beg for help. The laborers hiding behind walls and doors appeared to take pity on the black foe, yet the presence of the god beast made them not interfere. They were not afraid of the vulpine defender for she had treated them fairly and kindly, but that was the very reason why they perceived her current behaviour as worrisome, despite realizing that is served a purpose.
As hoped for the cries of the Goatmon did indeed attract the emergence of its allies, some having set camp in tree tops while others merely emerged from the surrounding shrubbery. Several dozen feral digimon appeared, plenty of them Rookies and Adults. Naturally, they had a leader who was the strongest of them, an Ultimate Garudamon. They surrounded the Arniomon in a hemicycle, the chieftain hastily walking over to its hurt subject. "What have you done!?" The female, avian warrior demanded to know.
"It tried to assault an Agumon building a fence. I stopped it." The cosmic sentinel answered even-temperedly, obviously unimpressed by the stature of the chief. No... it was exactly as she had expected the leader of the savages to be. "You will pay greatly for this crime. First you take our home, and now our lives, too?!" "No. I defended my employees on this construction site." "Even so, you are still robbing us our land! Why?!" "We did not know it belonged to anyone. Hence our benefactors have assigned this as the territory for a new capital city."
There was a drawn-out moment of angered silence among the ranks of the tribe, its members clearly aggravated by Cion's mental and vocal placidity. Fortunately, the defender of civilization did not care for her enemies' reaction. No - instead she had big pills for them to swallow or suffocate on. "You could have simply approached and bargained with us. I'm certain there would have been solutions that satisfied and benefited both you and me. And I would have gladly welcomed your people to this novel town to-be." She explained herself calmly and firmly, wanting to let the natives realize that any suffering was due to their barbarism.
"But it's always the same with you, is it not? Your kind is so retrograde that they can't conceive the simple idea of conversation. Thuggery and abrasiveness is all you brutes comprehend. Though to be fair, I'm quite surprised that you managed to establish an evidently hierarchical group in the first place." Cion voiced her honest opinion to the enragement of those she opposed, although again their opinion was of no concern to her. "You dare..." "To turn this location into a prospering nation-state, enabling countless a life in peace and wealth. Yes - I do. So please... join my cause. The other option is trying to stop me, and it will not end in success for you."
Despite her attempts to reason with the chieftain and its slaves, her words obviously met dear ears. They were so enamored by their primitive 'culture' that considering the possibility that they were wrong was impossible. "We'll see about that!" Assuming combat stances, the Garudamon was the avant-gardist to charge into battle, followed by its minions. To their misfortune, their movement ceased immediately as the Arniomon's force of will alone bend space-time to her will. Reality and with that gravity twisted and turned around the tribesmen, leaving them in screams of agony as their limbs got pulled away from their torsos.
Steadily, they were knocked of their feet and started to float uncontrollably while the primordial ascendant beheld them with an expression of apathy. "You made your choice." She stated factually as she rose her arm, pointing her talons at the captured group. Wrath turned into black despair as the Garudamon looked at Cion, begging for mercy though he was unable to voice it. But it was already far too late for that, for a surge of star dust downs was dashing towards them to consume them.
The Arniomon calmly turned around, watching as the workers put their hands in front of their eyes. And as she unperturbedly exited the scene, she gazed at the shadows of the fiends she had trapped rupture into halves, then quarters... eighths, sixteenth parts and so on, until finally dissipating into a large breeze of data fragments. "You can come out. It should be safe from now on, so please continue your tasks." She suavely instructed her employees, audibly unperturbed by what had happened. And why was she supposed to feel bad about anything? After all, if they returned one day, it'd be as denizens, not raiders.
[Words: 1206] [Reward: 2500 Bits + 250 for PROFIT]
It truly was always the same - was it not? Uncountable lifetimes, even reincarnations of the digital realm, had passed reality by, yet barely anything had changed since her inception as an Impmon on File Island so many eons ago. Strife among digimons was omnipresent, societal and technological progress was nearly stagnating, and where people attempted to establish civilization feral fiends opposed its very body of thought. The presence and efforts of paragons such as Cion had never been sufficient to sway the minds of the evil and savage. The reason why was obvious though.
Both factions were incapable of understanding the other. Centuries of ambition and determination, yet the Arniomon still could no grasp the appeal of being a tribal cave dweller. Why were these creatures craving to spread misery upon others and themselves. Not that they were capable of grasping the bane they imposed on themselves - what loss of potential prosperity and peace the destruction of modern cultural values entailed. To her, they were the villains, and she as the sentinel of the innocent and hard-working was the hero. To them, although their reasons were unfathomable, it was probably the other way around. But to the ancient warden their justification was inane, dangerous and above everything else irrelevant.
Since the first raid executed by strangers that had cost the collapse of a single occupancy house, the silver fennec had constantly been on duty, serving as a guardian of the workers she had helped hiring. By now, they were like acquaintances to her, giving her all the more impetus to protect them from any external threats. Caffeine and her partner Vertigo's support had enable her to watch over the area for several nights, and it was during one fateful evening that her decisiveness had payed off.
Barely a noteworthy adversary to the unassuming Super Mega, a severely injured Goatmon was lying on its side on the shortgrassed ground, breathing heavily and rapidly as lethal wounds tainted its graceful frame. It had taken Cion only one attack to render this Champion unable to fight and in an agonal state, but it sufficed as a message. Their gazes met as the panic-stricken invader looked into the golden eyes of the frowning, ice-cold fox. She held no compassion nor mercy for enemies such as this nature spirit, and showing that was not difficult at all. No... this was exactly what she wanted it so see.
"Ring your bell... if there is anyone here who might be able to rescue you. If not, you'll defragment." She uttered matter-of-factly, secretly curious about the willpower that this mammalian possessed. As to be expected however there was none, causing it to vociferously beg for help. The laborers hiding behind walls and doors appeared to take pity on the black foe, yet the presence of the god beast made them not interfere. They were not afraid of the vulpine defender for she had treated them fairly and kindly, but that was the very reason why they perceived her current behaviour as worrisome, despite realizing that is served a purpose.
As hoped for the cries of the Goatmon did indeed attract the emergence of its allies, some having set camp in tree tops while others merely emerged from the surrounding shrubbery. Several dozen feral digimon appeared, plenty of them Rookies and Adults. Naturally, they had a leader who was the strongest of them, an Ultimate Garudamon. They surrounded the Arniomon in a hemicycle, the chieftain hastily walking over to its hurt subject. "What have you done!?" The female, avian warrior demanded to know.
"It tried to assault an Agumon building a fence. I stopped it." The cosmic sentinel answered even-temperedly, obviously unimpressed by the stature of the chief. No... it was exactly as she had expected the leader of the savages to be. "You will pay greatly for this crime. First you take our home, and now our lives, too?!" "No. I defended my employees on this construction site." "Even so, you are still robbing us our land! Why?!" "We did not know it belonged to anyone. Hence our benefactors have assigned this as the territory for a new capital city."
There was a drawn-out moment of angered silence among the ranks of the tribe, its members clearly aggravated by Cion's mental and vocal placidity. Fortunately, the defender of civilization did not care for her enemies' reaction. No - instead she had big pills for them to swallow or suffocate on. "You could have simply approached and bargained with us. I'm certain there would have been solutions that satisfied and benefited both you and me. And I would have gladly welcomed your people to this novel town to-be." She explained herself calmly and firmly, wanting to let the natives realize that any suffering was due to their barbarism.
"But it's always the same with you, is it not? Your kind is so retrograde that they can't conceive the simple idea of conversation. Thuggery and abrasiveness is all you brutes comprehend. Though to be fair, I'm quite surprised that you managed to establish an evidently hierarchical group in the first place." Cion voiced her honest opinion to the enragement of those she opposed, although again their opinion was of no concern to her. "You dare..." "To turn this location into a prospering nation-state, enabling countless a life in peace and wealth. Yes - I do. So please... join my cause. The other option is trying to stop me, and it will not end in success for you."
Despite her attempts to reason with the chieftain and its slaves, her words obviously met dear ears. They were so enamored by their primitive 'culture' that considering the possibility that they were wrong was impossible. "We'll see about that!" Assuming combat stances, the Garudamon was the avant-gardist to charge into battle, followed by its minions. To their misfortune, their movement ceased immediately as the Arniomon's force of will alone bend space-time to her will. Reality and with that gravity twisted and turned around the tribesmen, leaving them in screams of agony as their limbs got pulled away from their torsos.
Steadily, they were knocked of their feet and started to float uncontrollably while the primordial ascendant beheld them with an expression of apathy. "You made your choice." She stated factually as she rose her arm, pointing her talons at the captured group. Wrath turned into black despair as the Garudamon looked at Cion, begging for mercy though he was unable to voice it. But it was already far too late for that, for a surge of star dust downs was dashing towards them to consume them.
The Arniomon calmly turned around, watching as the workers put their hands in front of their eyes. And as she unperturbedly exited the scene, she gazed at the shadows of the fiends she had trapped rupture into halves, then quarters... eighths, sixteenth parts and so on, until finally dissipating into a large breeze of data fragments. "You can come out. It should be safe from now on, so please continue your tasks." She suavely instructed her employees, audibly unperturbed by what had happened. And why was she supposed to feel bad about anything? After all, if they returned one day, it'd be as denizens, not raiders.
[Words: 1206] [Reward: 2500 Bits + 250 for PROFIT]
