Return to Monke, yet heist isn’t Clunky [Closed]
Feb 28, 2021 19:00:13 GMT
Post by bacomon on Feb 28, 2021 19:00:13 GMT
The digital world is vast and the skills that every individual within it has goes from the most impressive feats to the most specific subtle skills. Yet, even for digikind, money is quite capable in turning the wheel. As it is, this results in capitalistic wonders being established throughout the digital world. Everything needs to fit in the product chain to create revenue for those above who obsess over these valuable bits.
Even the furthest richest of civilisation, there are always spots which have their uses, and you can be assured there are people who are confident enough to use these places. Or rich and crazy enough to try, the line between economic bravado and insanity is a very thin one.
An uninhabitable island a small ways away from the Spears of megiddo chain, isolated from the rest of the world. It also happens to be a supply chain checkpoint for storing resources which can’t afford to make the entire journey over sea or sky in one trip. It just so happens that there is a need for those items to remain properly boxed. While the local mechanics are still busy setting up their machines and getting conveyor belts in place, cheap hires will have to make do for the earlier work in the warehouse. As long as the cheap hires have enough work to do and they’re willing to do, they can be teleported in, with the due effort, via a series of cheaper, shorter range teleporters established over the seafloor. Anything in the name of cheaper transport.
Most of the goods, and less urgent things, would be arriving very slowly by boat. Generators, food, building materials. It was all coming eventually. But there was already a storage space and products to keep there.
Bacomon was prime packaging manpower. There are few digimon more specified to their role than a Bacomon is to packaging. So it wasn’t a surprise to find three Bacomon here doing the workload of a big packaging machine or many many more digimon. Various products arrived at their foot, and needed to be packaged or repackaged and sorted to best slot into the next step of their supply chain.
Work was work, so one of the Bacomon, known as Bacomon, was doing his Bacomon duty with some unfamiliar Bacomon colleagues at his side, being an Angrier Bacomon than the other Bacomon were.
Had it not been for the ability to be teleported here, he would’ve never accepted the job offer. Furthermore, the island was uninhabited and forlorn enough that there seemed to be no practical risk to establishing a settlement on it. Bacomon got that there was a risk of some kind of... Sealed evil digimon or weird digital curse on the island, but he deemed those risks to not be statistically noteworthy.
The warehouse main room where he did his work was enormous, at least 50 feet to the ceiling. It was almost difficult to see the ceiling when looking up, and the shelves almost spanned the full height too. The entirety of the building and its various rooms were dull, filled with metallic grays and cheap concrete structure. The air itself surprisingly cool considering they were in the Spears of Megiddo island chain. The only hint of where they were in the windows, which looked out to the barren tropical island. The storage room only had very few such windows, and they were by the entrance area, far away from the actual shelves and storage.
The island itself was barren, too rocky and steep for the growth of much in the ways of trees. There also wasn’t actually any easy way to port on it naturally, and a ramshackle temporary port had been built into its side. There was maybe one tree somewhere along the edge of the island, which could hardly be called a shore for how steeply it cut into the water, lacking anything of sand, unless rocks the size of champion digimon counted for sand. Shrubbery and the like were similar to tropical growths, but just small in amount and limited to the very surface of the rocks. The most interesting local populace was the occasional crabmon that walked up to the rocks, realized the whole place was worthless, and left again.
Much of the anthropomorphized pile of boxes’ work consisted of grabbing things, wrapping them andaggressively throwing neatly arranging them in the instructed location. Aggressive throwing was reserved for moments there was no supervision. The current objects of interest, included, elusive, legendary, masterpiece… common tools like screwdrivers, hammers and likewise.
The day was as dull as the warehouse they were in.
But it wouldn’t remain so. Braving the sunny, humid oceans that spanned far distances between the various islands which stuck out of water like eponymous Spears, was a renowned troublemaker who was ready to go on a heist of grand proportions. He had a goal and a fierce, animalistic determination. The etemon would be pulling the greatest heist of the digital year of… whatever digital year it was. Times and dates weren’t it’s concern right now.
The sun shone on the ocean, the later afternoon shine creating a strong glare, and lighting up the uninhabitable island on the distance. Speckles of reflected sunlight flit across the water as a juryrigged boat broke apart the water and approached the island, a human-like digimon in orange tights heroically standing on it’s bow, looking towards his goal. Hidden by the veil of nothing at all.
The trickster has been stealing left and right, and his various misdemeanours has left a trail as wide as a shogungekomon, as much as he himself thought otherwise. Sadly, catching an ultimate on the road wasn’t nearly as easy as many would have it, even if he left behind a trail of idiocy with a rippling effect everywhere he went. Not unlike the ripples his ‘boat’ left behind as he made his way to the warehouse island with a wide grin plastered on his face, brimming in the sunlight.
Even the furthest richest of civilisation, there are always spots which have their uses, and you can be assured there are people who are confident enough to use these places. Or rich and crazy enough to try, the line between economic bravado and insanity is a very thin one.
Far off Island Warehouse
The monke cometh. Are our intrepid “heroes” ready for it’s advent? For it’s dastardly mechanisms?
The monke cometh. Are our intrepid “heroes” ready for it’s advent? For it’s dastardly mechanisms?
Yes the image is an island that is not tropical, no i do not care, you’ll have to use your IMAGINATION, it’s still close to how uninhabitable it is.
An uninhabitable island a small ways away from the Spears of megiddo chain, isolated from the rest of the world. It also happens to be a supply chain checkpoint for storing resources which can’t afford to make the entire journey over sea or sky in one trip. It just so happens that there is a need for those items to remain properly boxed. While the local mechanics are still busy setting up their machines and getting conveyor belts in place, cheap hires will have to make do for the earlier work in the warehouse. As long as the cheap hires have enough work to do and they’re willing to do, they can be teleported in, with the due effort, via a series of cheaper, shorter range teleporters established over the seafloor. Anything in the name of cheaper transport.
Most of the goods, and less urgent things, would be arriving very slowly by boat. Generators, food, building materials. It was all coming eventually. But there was already a storage space and products to keep there.
Bacomon was prime packaging manpower. There are few digimon more specified to their role than a Bacomon is to packaging. So it wasn’t a surprise to find three Bacomon here doing the workload of a big packaging machine or many many more digimon. Various products arrived at their foot, and needed to be packaged or repackaged and sorted to best slot into the next step of their supply chain.
Work was work, so one of the Bacomon, known as Bacomon, was doing his Bacomon duty with some unfamiliar Bacomon colleagues at his side, being an Angrier Bacomon than the other Bacomon were.
Had it not been for the ability to be teleported here, he would’ve never accepted the job offer. Furthermore, the island was uninhabited and forlorn enough that there seemed to be no practical risk to establishing a settlement on it. Bacomon got that there was a risk of some kind of... Sealed evil digimon or weird digital curse on the island, but he deemed those risks to not be statistically noteworthy.
The warehouse main room where he did his work was enormous, at least 50 feet to the ceiling. It was almost difficult to see the ceiling when looking up, and the shelves almost spanned the full height too. The entirety of the building and its various rooms were dull, filled with metallic grays and cheap concrete structure. The air itself surprisingly cool considering they were in the Spears of Megiddo island chain. The only hint of where they were in the windows, which looked out to the barren tropical island. The storage room only had very few such windows, and they were by the entrance area, far away from the actual shelves and storage.
The island itself was barren, too rocky and steep for the growth of much in the ways of trees. There also wasn’t actually any easy way to port on it naturally, and a ramshackle temporary port had been built into its side. There was maybe one tree somewhere along the edge of the island, which could hardly be called a shore for how steeply it cut into the water, lacking anything of sand, unless rocks the size of champion digimon counted for sand. Shrubbery and the like were similar to tropical growths, but just small in amount and limited to the very surface of the rocks. The most interesting local populace was the occasional crabmon that walked up to the rocks, realized the whole place was worthless, and left again.
Much of the anthropomorphized pile of boxes’ work consisted of grabbing things, wrapping them and
The day was as dull as the warehouse they were in.
But it wouldn’t remain so. Braving the sunny, humid oceans that spanned far distances between the various islands which stuck out of water like eponymous Spears, was a renowned troublemaker who was ready to go on a heist of grand proportions. He had a goal and a fierce, animalistic determination. The etemon would be pulling the greatest heist of the digital year of… whatever digital year it was. Times and dates weren’t it’s concern right now.
The sun shone on the ocean, the later afternoon shine creating a strong glare, and lighting up the uninhabitable island on the distance. Speckles of reflected sunlight flit across the water as a juryrigged boat broke apart the water and approached the island, a human-like digimon in orange tights heroically standing on it’s bow, looking towards his goal. Hidden by the veil of nothing at all.
The trickster has been stealing left and right, and his various misdemeanours has left a trail as wide as a shogungekomon, as much as he himself thought otherwise. Sadly, catching an ultimate on the road wasn’t nearly as easy as many would have it, even if he left behind a trail of idiocy with a rippling effect everywhere he went. Not unlike the ripples his ‘boat’ left behind as he made his way to the warehouse island with a wide grin plastered on his face, brimming in the sunlight.