The War's Shadow [MPC#42] [SOLO]
Jul 12, 2017 19:38:20 GMT
Post by Cion on Jul 12, 2017 19:38:20 GMT
MPC#42: Saving Private Frimon
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
It was not a mission many of P.R.O.F.I.T would take, but it was not like Cion had anything left to lose...
...or Bounty Huntress Vulpes, as many fiendish beings knew her better as, and dreaded much more. But today, she was not a huntress, much less someone a target had to be afraid of. Unless of course soldiers would get in the way of her mission and her reward. She did not know the reason for the sudden war between the guardians of Terminus City and a rebellious faction, nor did she care. All she knew was that she had to save a certain infiltrator and spy of the city known as Frimon so he could return with intel and turn the conflict in their favor. What those information were was of no concern to her.
From atop a watch tower made out of solid ferroconcrete, Cion beheld the war between the two factions raging in this evening in the destroyed remnants of the Network Plains. There were uncountable Commandramons, and digimons of a higher level were also equipped with synthetic weaponry. It really looked like the digital world was becoming modern, hence the conflicts became as well.
For a moment, she wondered if digimons that once mattered to her were fighting as well, though she would be surprised if they did not. In Truth, once upon a time, she would have as well, but that time was long gone. These days, she did not see anything worth fighting for. Besides, there was nothing personal or of importance to her at stake, except her bounty of course. This was why, after taking a deep breath, she finally decided to stop thinking and acted. After all, how else would she be paid?
"Bounty mission #01-04-000237, codenamed 'Normandy', time's 21:15. Beginning mission now." She whispered into a gauntlet, in which a small recorder was lodged. Without fear and hesitation, she let herself fall off the tower, her eyes closed until she almost hit the ground. With a controlled gasp, the CyberSagitamon flicked her wrist which activated a mechanism on her power armor's belt. 2 hookshots dashed out of them with tremendous velocity, reaching dozens of meters in distance in a mere second. Immediately hitting a faraway piece on the ground, she got pulled towards the battlefield. Opening her eyes, she planned every step ahead of time.
Like a steel-grey blur, she past by many digimons in combat. Some of them might have attacked her, others might have not. Whoever did would have certainly been punished. As she soared over the riven plains, she found a small troop of Rookies fighting against a Shadramon. A familiar sight, even if this one had a different aura to it. Lacking ill will, Cion ceased the opportunity to gain some positive reputation for future incomes regardless and dashed towards them.
Just as the Shadramon was about to blast the Rookies with a cone of fire, the CyberSagitamon's hooks dug themselves into the ashen ground in front of it. "Prismatic Firewall!" The middle aged sounding female digimon bellowed as she abruptly landed in front of her current opponent. Her hands glowing, a round wall of fire appeared in front of her, easily blocking the fire projectile of the Champion digimon. Cion herself was of the Ultimate level and had become a well-versed combatant, which was why the chance of Shadramon overcoming her or her sturdy wall was roughly 0 percent.
Just as the clashing constructs of fire were about to cease, a blue arrow made solely out of binary code soared through the wads of smoke and lodged itself into the Shadramon's arm. Screaming as her passive attack did much more damage than anticipated, he groaned and readied himself to launch another attack. However, he was far too slow and realized with shock that Cion was right next to him as she dashed with great speed past him. Yet she would still finish her job. With her EMP-pistol's barrel dragging alongside his face, one could only hear the fading echoes of one of a thousand guns fired.
With that little contribution to society and her reputation done, she continued to leap from spot to spot on the battlefield with her hookshots. By now, she had crossed the border where factions met and entered enemy territory. Although she had no drive to even fight the rebels, they saw her as a threat regardless. This was just fine for her though. Of course they wanted to protect their payload, which they had, needless to say, all right to do. In war, everything was allowed. Naturally, she would utilize this very same crux to get her task done.
Only few, though among the strongest, of Terminus' guardians were here to bring disarray to their enemy's lines. Not that she would ever do so, but she did not count on their help. As bullets of similar speed to her whizzed past her, she sometimes felt her armor jolt. Thankfully, most of the projectiles were that of inferior digimons and were easily absorbed my her armor's strong materials. But if a mortar would hit her, she would suffer serious damage. Such an event had to be avoided, which was why she had to think and act fast.
Purposefully dashing through the ranks of many digimons, she beheld them duck and dodge as to not get hit by her high-speed body. Abusing the good in most digimon, she knew they would not dare destroying their own mons just for the low chance of hitting her as well. People were always so calculable, and they rarely accepted sacrifice. Using their allies as meat shields made perfect sense. The end justified the means after all, and whoever said otherwise was nothing but a fool. Morality and ethics were the shovels of one's own grave, nothing else. This was especially the case in war.
Reaching the rebel's base surrounded by a massive wall of concrete, her hooks dug themselves into it. Coming to a halt as she lost her speed and gently collided with it, she looked towards the orange sky. Making a strong leap upwards, she deactivated her belt, causing the hookshots to retract. Grabbing after a merlon, she pulled herself up the wall and gracefully landed on her two legs. Immediately kneeling down, she made sure she was out of sight from the troops on the ground.
Turning around to face the inside of the 'camp', she was actually impressed to see this large construct of concrete and iron sheets. Whoever had been responsible for building this had been able to do that in an extremely short amount of time. This gave the rebels a close base of operation the government of Terminus could not have anticipated. Overall, a brilliant move, but also their inevitable downfall thanks to Cion's unexpected intervention. After all, a close target was her most favorite prey.
But there was no time left to ponder, since surely the base was in high alert now due to her presence. Some of the soldiers on the battlefield certainly had warned their superiors, not? Not willing to take the risk, she made a strong leap inside one of the stony watchtowers of the wall. Rushing down its corkscrew stairs, she made sure to remain hidden in the shadows whenever possible. As long as they would not see her, they would be afraid, and without a doubt fear was her greatest utility.
Reaching the bottom exit, she carefully watched many digimon of the Rookie and Champion level rush back and forth. Only a couple of Ultimates were present, calm and composed as they had to return order to their agitated underlings. While they spat orders, grabbing the attention of most, Cion ceased her opportunity and sprinted with silent steps towards a nearby building which looked like a cafeteria. Leaping inside through a window, she navigated through a thin, dark and long hallway. She did not expect to meet anyone here, since it was well past dinner time. However, for once, her intuition had disappointed her.
Her eyes narrowed when she heard a BlackGumdramon and Veemon have a friendly banter with each other, just coming around the corner. Reacting fast and accordingly, she observed as they simply walked along, minding their own business without a care in the world. As they exited again, the CyberSagitamon let go of the ceiling's ragged tiles and fell to the ground again. Though she could have easily destroyed them, they were not her target nor in her way, hence she saw neither reason nor purpose in this act of violence. Quietly clearing her throat, she continued to hastily walk to the other side of the hallway.
It was merely one more leap through an open window until she saw the entrance to the camp's prison. Inside had to be Frimon, there was no doubt about that. Hopefully, they had not tortured him too much, or else transporting him without him perishing might have proven difficult. Unfortunately, a Veedramon was guarding the small building made out of concrete, and gaining any attention was probably a bad idea considering where she was. While in the shadow of the dining hall, she could at least safely think about something, but one bad move and she would reveal herself.
Patiently, she waited for a single moment of focuslessness, eyes closed or shifting for just a second too long. When that moment ultimately came, a typical bane of sentient beings, she made a mad dash along the wall and leaped into the shadow of the prison's outer wall. Except the sounds of winds tearing at grass, the Veedramon did not suspect a thing, even with the base in high alert. Graceful and quiet, that was her style, and it was efficient. Now she only had to get rid off the guard, although she already knew how to do so.
On the other side of the camp was a big group of Rookies, looking up and down and all around as to spot the intruder that was in truth Cion. With narrowed eyes and solwly with the power of her mind, she conjured a 'Translucent Maelstrom' in the middle of the group, fueling everyone's hearts with chaos and panic, as well as taking their attention. It did not really harm them, but it made almost everyone rush over to them to help out. The Veedramon only motioned a single step forward out of the open gate's frame, but that was all the CyberSagitamon needed.
Silently running along the wall, she grabbed the gate's frame and steered herself inside the prison and down its dank, dark stairs. Quickly reaching its bottom only lit by torches, she realized that none of the rebels were here, and neither were digimons inside the cell. There was of course one exception, which was an exhausted and battered Frimon. Assuming a normal, calm stance, she approached his cell and used a very weak version of her 'Translucent Maelstrom'-ability to dislocate the tumblers of the cell door's lock. She stepped inside and knelt in front of Frimon.
"I'll get you out of here." Cion assured him, her voice firm and beaming with confidence. The Frimon smiled weakly and was just about to thank her until he suddenly lost consciousness. A single hit with her paw against his neck was enough to knock him out cold, but he was without a doubt alive. Using a belt, she tied the Frimon to her back, allowing unhindered and safe transport. "And you, my dear, will not get in my way doing that." She whispered, looking up the stairs whence she came.
Knock out the Veedramon, use the hookshots to escape over the wall and disappear into the woods with her cargo; and when everything simmered down return under the cover of the night. As easy as these words were written, she performed the plan and returned the Frimon to Terminus City. What else happened was none of Cion's business, unless of course she was made a delightful offer.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 1
It was not a mission many of P.R.O.F.I.T would take, but it was not like Cion had anything left to lose...
...or Bounty Huntress Vulpes, as many fiendish beings knew her better as, and dreaded much more. But today, she was not a huntress, much less someone a target had to be afraid of. Unless of course soldiers would get in the way of her mission and her reward. She did not know the reason for the sudden war between the guardians of Terminus City and a rebellious faction, nor did she care. All she knew was that she had to save a certain infiltrator and spy of the city known as Frimon so he could return with intel and turn the conflict in their favor. What those information were was of no concern to her.
From atop a watch tower made out of solid ferroconcrete, Cion beheld the war between the two factions raging in this evening in the destroyed remnants of the Network Plains. There were uncountable Commandramons, and digimons of a higher level were also equipped with synthetic weaponry. It really looked like the digital world was becoming modern, hence the conflicts became as well.
For a moment, she wondered if digimons that once mattered to her were fighting as well, though she would be surprised if they did not. In Truth, once upon a time, she would have as well, but that time was long gone. These days, she did not see anything worth fighting for. Besides, there was nothing personal or of importance to her at stake, except her bounty of course. This was why, after taking a deep breath, she finally decided to stop thinking and acted. After all, how else would she be paid?
"Bounty mission #01-04-000237, codenamed 'Normandy', time's 21:15. Beginning mission now." She whispered into a gauntlet, in which a small recorder was lodged. Without fear and hesitation, she let herself fall off the tower, her eyes closed until she almost hit the ground. With a controlled gasp, the CyberSagitamon flicked her wrist which activated a mechanism on her power armor's belt. 2 hookshots dashed out of them with tremendous velocity, reaching dozens of meters in distance in a mere second. Immediately hitting a faraway piece on the ground, she got pulled towards the battlefield. Opening her eyes, she planned every step ahead of time.
Like a steel-grey blur, she past by many digimons in combat. Some of them might have attacked her, others might have not. Whoever did would have certainly been punished. As she soared over the riven plains, she found a small troop of Rookies fighting against a Shadramon. A familiar sight, even if this one had a different aura to it. Lacking ill will, Cion ceased the opportunity to gain some positive reputation for future incomes regardless and dashed towards them.
Just as the Shadramon was about to blast the Rookies with a cone of fire, the CyberSagitamon's hooks dug themselves into the ashen ground in front of it. "Prismatic Firewall!" The middle aged sounding female digimon bellowed as she abruptly landed in front of her current opponent. Her hands glowing, a round wall of fire appeared in front of her, easily blocking the fire projectile of the Champion digimon. Cion herself was of the Ultimate level and had become a well-versed combatant, which was why the chance of Shadramon overcoming her or her sturdy wall was roughly 0 percent.
Just as the clashing constructs of fire were about to cease, a blue arrow made solely out of binary code soared through the wads of smoke and lodged itself into the Shadramon's arm. Screaming as her passive attack did much more damage than anticipated, he groaned and readied himself to launch another attack. However, he was far too slow and realized with shock that Cion was right next to him as she dashed with great speed past him. Yet she would still finish her job. With her EMP-pistol's barrel dragging alongside his face, one could only hear the fading echoes of one of a thousand guns fired.
With that little contribution to society and her reputation done, she continued to leap from spot to spot on the battlefield with her hookshots. By now, she had crossed the border where factions met and entered enemy territory. Although she had no drive to even fight the rebels, they saw her as a threat regardless. This was just fine for her though. Of course they wanted to protect their payload, which they had, needless to say, all right to do. In war, everything was allowed. Naturally, she would utilize this very same crux to get her task done.
Only few, though among the strongest, of Terminus' guardians were here to bring disarray to their enemy's lines. Not that she would ever do so, but she did not count on their help. As bullets of similar speed to her whizzed past her, she sometimes felt her armor jolt. Thankfully, most of the projectiles were that of inferior digimons and were easily absorbed my her armor's strong materials. But if a mortar would hit her, she would suffer serious damage. Such an event had to be avoided, which was why she had to think and act fast.
Purposefully dashing through the ranks of many digimons, she beheld them duck and dodge as to not get hit by her high-speed body. Abusing the good in most digimon, she knew they would not dare destroying their own mons just for the low chance of hitting her as well. People were always so calculable, and they rarely accepted sacrifice. Using their allies as meat shields made perfect sense. The end justified the means after all, and whoever said otherwise was nothing but a fool. Morality and ethics were the shovels of one's own grave, nothing else. This was especially the case in war.
Reaching the rebel's base surrounded by a massive wall of concrete, her hooks dug themselves into it. Coming to a halt as she lost her speed and gently collided with it, she looked towards the orange sky. Making a strong leap upwards, she deactivated her belt, causing the hookshots to retract. Grabbing after a merlon, she pulled herself up the wall and gracefully landed on her two legs. Immediately kneeling down, she made sure she was out of sight from the troops on the ground.
Turning around to face the inside of the 'camp', she was actually impressed to see this large construct of concrete and iron sheets. Whoever had been responsible for building this had been able to do that in an extremely short amount of time. This gave the rebels a close base of operation the government of Terminus could not have anticipated. Overall, a brilliant move, but also their inevitable downfall thanks to Cion's unexpected intervention. After all, a close target was her most favorite prey.
But there was no time left to ponder, since surely the base was in high alert now due to her presence. Some of the soldiers on the battlefield certainly had warned their superiors, not? Not willing to take the risk, she made a strong leap inside one of the stony watchtowers of the wall. Rushing down its corkscrew stairs, she made sure to remain hidden in the shadows whenever possible. As long as they would not see her, they would be afraid, and without a doubt fear was her greatest utility.
Reaching the bottom exit, she carefully watched many digimon of the Rookie and Champion level rush back and forth. Only a couple of Ultimates were present, calm and composed as they had to return order to their agitated underlings. While they spat orders, grabbing the attention of most, Cion ceased her opportunity and sprinted with silent steps towards a nearby building which looked like a cafeteria. Leaping inside through a window, she navigated through a thin, dark and long hallway. She did not expect to meet anyone here, since it was well past dinner time. However, for once, her intuition had disappointed her.
Her eyes narrowed when she heard a BlackGumdramon and Veemon have a friendly banter with each other, just coming around the corner. Reacting fast and accordingly, she observed as they simply walked along, minding their own business without a care in the world. As they exited again, the CyberSagitamon let go of the ceiling's ragged tiles and fell to the ground again. Though she could have easily destroyed them, they were not her target nor in her way, hence she saw neither reason nor purpose in this act of violence. Quietly clearing her throat, she continued to hastily walk to the other side of the hallway.
It was merely one more leap through an open window until she saw the entrance to the camp's prison. Inside had to be Frimon, there was no doubt about that. Hopefully, they had not tortured him too much, or else transporting him without him perishing might have proven difficult. Unfortunately, a Veedramon was guarding the small building made out of concrete, and gaining any attention was probably a bad idea considering where she was. While in the shadow of the dining hall, she could at least safely think about something, but one bad move and she would reveal herself.
Patiently, she waited for a single moment of focuslessness, eyes closed or shifting for just a second too long. When that moment ultimately came, a typical bane of sentient beings, she made a mad dash along the wall and leaped into the shadow of the prison's outer wall. Except the sounds of winds tearing at grass, the Veedramon did not suspect a thing, even with the base in high alert. Graceful and quiet, that was her style, and it was efficient. Now she only had to get rid off the guard, although she already knew how to do so.
On the other side of the camp was a big group of Rookies, looking up and down and all around as to spot the intruder that was in truth Cion. With narrowed eyes and solwly with the power of her mind, she conjured a 'Translucent Maelstrom' in the middle of the group, fueling everyone's hearts with chaos and panic, as well as taking their attention. It did not really harm them, but it made almost everyone rush over to them to help out. The Veedramon only motioned a single step forward out of the open gate's frame, but that was all the CyberSagitamon needed.
Silently running along the wall, she grabbed the gate's frame and steered herself inside the prison and down its dank, dark stairs. Quickly reaching its bottom only lit by torches, she realized that none of the rebels were here, and neither were digimons inside the cell. There was of course one exception, which was an exhausted and battered Frimon. Assuming a normal, calm stance, she approached his cell and used a very weak version of her 'Translucent Maelstrom'-ability to dislocate the tumblers of the cell door's lock. She stepped inside and knelt in front of Frimon.
"I'll get you out of here." Cion assured him, her voice firm and beaming with confidence. The Frimon smiled weakly and was just about to thank her until he suddenly lost consciousness. A single hit with her paw against his neck was enough to knock him out cold, but he was without a doubt alive. Using a belt, she tied the Frimon to her back, allowing unhindered and safe transport. "And you, my dear, will not get in my way doing that." She whispered, looking up the stairs whence she came.
Knock out the Veedramon, use the hookshots to escape over the wall and disappear into the woods with her cargo; and when everything simmered down return under the cover of the night. As easy as these words were written, she performed the plan and returned the Frimon to Terminus City. What else happened was none of Cion's business, unless of course she was made a delightful offer.
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