The Dragon's Wrath [Plot Arc 3] Sept 27, 2018 23:29:57 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Sept 27, 2018 23:29:57 GMT
>Just as we thought - it didn't take that long to get Luminas' attention.
>If it was just them, we wouldn't be in this sort of mess.
>Regardless. Is it done?
>Yes. Well ahead of schedule.
>We'll have to interpret the data back at Paradise, but at least this was done without a hitch.
>... You know what I mean.
>I'm updating our coordinates for exit...
Connection from Hunting Grounds
"Thank you for visiting the Safe House!"
Given the ordeal that Titania, Naoko, and Fladramon had been through the past hour, the cheerful and robotic voice of the cafe's imagined PA system probably grated on their ears like nails on a chalkboard. By this point, the armored Digimon would have learned that this place, in fact, did not serve the alcohol he was looking for - but, thankfully, he only had to endure such treatment for ten or so minutes.
At that very declaration, a 'click' could be heard just outside the door of the cafe, a portal opening to what looked to be a remote section of Whitewater's beach.
"Sakkakumon will be disappearing soon. Threats outside exceed safe limits for our patrons, so please exit in an orderly fashion. Responsibility will not be assumed for those that remain!"
Cheerful as it sounded, as soon as the PA cut off, the three would simply be greeted with the noise of that portal whirring outside - and no news of Tawna's condition.
Connection from The Ringmaster
Back in the destroyed circus, Kan, Timothy, and Bibi would not have been left alone for too long. Though the General's and Cassandra's attention were needed elsewhere, Angel had soon rolled back around to watch over the two. The Renamon didn't hold her prior form, however, simply remaining Xros'd with a BladeKuwagamon that left her with metal gauntlets and a rapier sheathed at her side.
And no, she was not the most talkative, spending more of her time staring down at a communication device. Her responses to the group would have been limited to one-word answers, until she was finally given the 'signal'.
"Alright, now its gotten to the point where we need you three to vamoose." Standing up, the fox pointed off to the left - and in that direction, a blue portal, opening to a peaceful expanse on Whitewater's beach, opened up. "Use that to leave. The D-Reaper's still outside, so you have a good five minutes to haul your asses out of here."
With that, Angel gave her salute, and seemingly vanished on the spot - though nearby, the 'eyeball gate' at the end of the room remained open, leading towards the center...
Connection from Your Reflection and Urban Metal
Ultimately, the group would have a choice. The pathway had been opened to them - as was Sakkakumon's design - but through no fanfare or announcement, a kind-looking blue portal to Whitewater did open up, looking as if it led to Whitewater - and if any who were able checked their own devices, they would see that they would be able to program their own escapes as well. However, for those that did decide to proceed through the red hallway, through the center, they would likely find themselves at a disadvantage:
Cloak. Dagger. Angel. Demon. Two ultimate level knight types and two ultimate level Xros's, based around a Renamon and a Devidramon, would have their focus around that single entrance. This central room was far less 'disguised' than the rest, simply holding the red texture of a spherical shell.
Positioned right at the center was another stone effigy, one that Amelie might have been familiar with at this point:Another Sovereign, Azulongmon. As with Baihumon, this statue was lined with hairline cracks and the wear of time - but as opposed to a repair, the light of a data scanner was currently running over its frame. Nearby, a Mirrormon gave the last click at a nearby console, loading the last of the needed data away into several USB drives.
One would immediately be handed over to the general - the masked man in a theater mask - and should any from the mirror hall have made their way here? They would find a USB tossed in their direction (to Amelie, or, if unavailable, to Adrian). "Copy this. Plaster it across Tamernet. Otherwise, we're done here."
"Mhm." The Mirrormon returned a nod - this one much more animated than the last. "I'll release Sakkakumon. The effigy's return will disrupt the Reaper outside, and we should be able to leave before Luminas asks too many questions."
The plan was simple - and regardless of whether or not everyone was in agreement, the form would start to fade...
Connection to Emerging Consequences and An Urban Nightmare
Suffice to say, Isaac's effort on the predictable Horn Striker worked wonderfully: even ignoring the heat element, the powerful blast struck right at the beast's lower section forced it to taper off its movement. A quick kick and follow-up from the Shaininmon severed the cord straight through, this agent cut down in a remarkable span of time...
... But that was far from the center of attention right now. "Hm?" No, the data in the air began to shift, as the Temple of Sakkakumon started to rumble in the distance. Cloak would likely receive a message from Emma, to instruct the related group to vacate the premises as soon as possible. Though...
What would happen next? No-one truly had the ability to predict.
Sakkakumon's form de-digivolving was a different feat than most. Rather than disseminating one body of data, this also meant the 'placement' of the rest - and, logically, Emma decided to separate the groups.
Should any have remained, the 'visiting groups' would be put off to the 'left', while those of Metal Drive would be placed 'on the right', a good hundred feet away from the center. The spirit wielder, herself, would appear directly below where the Sakkakumon had appeared, directly next to the effigy of Azulongmon - its potent data signal already causing the D-Reaper agents around to click and seemingly 'twitch' in place.
Not that it mattered: the General and Emma were both quick to try and bring up their portals. But before they could? A brilliant blue light began to radiate from the effigy. "What the-"
Clearly, this was not in the plan. The skies above, clear just a moment ago, quickly darkened with the static-filled clouds of a dangerous storm, lightning and thunder cracking dangerously close with deafening blasts. And in one surge, directly from the center, the light would explode out, upwards in a pillar of sheer data and energy. A dragon's roar, not heard in an aeon, would shake the land.
Not an effigy. But the real Sovereign, Azulongmon, angrily peered down across the D-Reaper scarred desert - heedless of anything else in its path. In all of this?
The General lost his composure, instead looking aghast towards the center.