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MPC 89X/42B: Joint Operations [Bezil/Owen]
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Post by Bezil on Aug 18, 2021 7:36:13 GMT
This is an MPC of 42B – Saving Private Frimon. I would like posts for it please.
As Bezil’s feverish dream continued, the Gumdramon was experiencing the next sequence of events – arriving at the headquarters of the front lines of the forces he was with. He was flying in his Arresterdramon form, accompanied by a MachGaogamon by the name of Jaelin, a Captain of the 7/71st Recon of the DWR. They had just made a break through enemy lines to get through and had almost been destroyed, but they had managed to overpower the enemy pursuing them and made for safety.
Below them were four armored motorcycles, each having 1 or 2 digimon riding them. The sun was rising to the east, here in the vast arid wilderness of the Western Flatlands. But ahead of them, Bezil noticed a large base, filled with tents and other buildings.
“We’d best land now and head in on foot, we don’t want to startle the AA gunners.” Jaelin advised, shouting to be heard over the wind. Bezil heard though, and made for the ground. They made their way to the entrance, and the sentries waved them through, recognizing them. Jaelin de-digivolved back to Gaomon, and Bezil followed suit, reverting to his Gumdramon form.
“Skye, Bezil, you two come with me. The rest of you, return your cycles to the machinist’s, you know the drill by now.” Jaelin ordered. Bezil wondered why it was just to be him and Skye to follow the Captain. “First we need to introduce you to the Colonel.” Jaelin stated as they marched toward the biggest tent in the camp. “You can’t work with us without his approval.”
“Is he… likely to accept me, sir?” Bezil asked, unsurely.
“Pretty likely, unless you do something stupid.” Jaelin shrugged. “You can evolve to Perfect for a start and we need every one of you on our side we can get. Colonel Rhine might come off as scary, but he’s a good leader, he’ll know what to do with you.”
Bezil tried to hide his fear as he entered the tent. He could vaguely sense some aura of power coming from it, and he wasn’t wrong to think so. The center of attention was a tall ape-like digimon with black trousers, a wild mane of white hair, and wearing a khaki tunic with a lot of badges on it. The only one Bezil recognized was the gold sword-and-wheel of the 7/71st Recon. As he, Jaelin and Skye entered, Bezil noted the Gaomon and Tailmon stood at attention immediately, and he followed suit.
“Reporting for debriefing, sir.” Jaelin said in an official sounding voice. The Colonel made a gesture and the two officers relaxed a little.
“Good, I’m glad to see you made it in one piece.” Rhine answered. “I got word from the sentry, all present and accounted for apart from 1 Recon Cycle. Unfortunate, but I’m glad we didn’t lose any soldiers. Were you successful with liberating the prisoners?”
“Yes, sir, we destroyed the enemy holding them and told them to make a run for it.” Jaelin replied. “This one wanted to help us though, and he was critical to our victory. He has the ability to evolve to Arresterdramon, sir.”
“Is that so?” Rhine asked, standing in front of Bezil. The furred Gumdramon sweated a little as the Gokuwmon towered over him, a fearsome expression on his face. “And you know for sure he’s not on the other side?”
“If he’s with the enemy, he’s doing a pretty lousy job of it, sir.” Skye remarked. “He assisted Captain Jaelin in destroying Metallife Kuwagamon after all.”
Thankfully this was enough for the Colonel. Rhine’s face softened a little.
“Well, if he’s with us, he’d best look the part.” the Gokuwmon said in a relenting tone. “Get him some uniform and kit from the Quartermaster. Very well then, Bezil, from this moment onward, you’re an Auxiliary Volunteer of the Army of the DWR. You are to obey the orders of your officers and NCO’s, regardless of your ability to evolve to Perfect level. In time, when you’ve proven your service, you will be admitted as a proper soldier, but we don’t have enough time to do that right now. I’ll have my staff clear up the paperwork. You’re dismissed for now.”
Bezil awkwardly copied the salute that Jaelin made and Rhine turned to resume his work. Jaelin then led him and Skye out of the tent.
“That went well.” he remarked. Bezil didn’t know whether he was being sarcastic or not. “Let’s get you geared up then, Bezil.”
Soon enough, Bezil was dressed in a similar khaki tunic to the rest of the group. He was surprised to even see a sword-and-wheel badge on his sleeve. He didn’t think he would be officially a part of Recon in all this, but, it turned out that was what was happening. He was also issued an equipment belt, with all the usual tools and accoutrements the average soldier would wear. Well, now that he was dressed for the part, he turned back up at the Gaomon Captain.
"What's next, sir?" he asked.
"Just gotta wait for orders." Jaelin replied. And so they would wait.
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Post by Owen on Aug 18, 2021 12:29:29 GMT
I would like bits for this account please.
It is common knowledge that when a digimon is born from the data of two parents that they retain some of that data in their memory. Usually it’s only enough so that they gain characteristics or memories from their parents, but not enough to overtake that child digimon’s life as they live it.
Yet, in his weakened, sick state, Bezil was indeed experiencing the memories of his father Owen as he remembered them in his previous life as Jaelin. Not directly, but the memories were being melded with Bezil’s own memories and experiences, so that the Gumdramon would view it in a way his mind would comprehend.
Indeed, in that life, Owen did participate in such missions, but this one was particularly prominent in his data. For what reason, Bezil would eventually find out.
The new orders came swiftly, at least in Bezil’s mind. The next thing he would experience would be a briefing session where he was watching the officers brief them on their next mission. He looked at the map they were standing in front of – the DWR’s front lines marked in blue, the enemy’s in red. There were a bunch of arrows and numbers on it that he didn’t quite understand, but Colonel Rhine Gokuwmon was explaining their objectives clearly.
“We’ll be attacking the enemy in their weak spot.” he began. “They have an exposed position into our territory and have been pouring digimon and equipment into it, obviously wanting to use it as a springboard for an offensive toward our capital. Intelligence tells us that Tactimon himself is present."
The name ‘Tactimon’ had a chilling effect on the room. Bezil was confused at first, but Rhine continued.
“Tactimon is the leader of the rebel forces. As you know, he once served as a chief General on the DWR’s military council. But he has since turned traitor and now means to attack our home and destroy everything we hold dear. Thus, we must strike now while we can, we’ll cut him off from his forces, and give our own forces the chance to surround and destroy him.”
Bezil could see the situation on the map fairly well. If the two pincers of DWR forces could cut off the salient, they would indeed make Tactimon’s forces isolated and vulnerable.
“Thus, this will be a joint operation.” Rhine continued. “From our position on the Southern pincer, 71st Recon will combine with 9th Armored and 47th Aerial Divisions, as well as the 12th, 58th and 105th Infantry divisions to punch through and rendezvous with the Northern pincer at the village of Fyan Springs.”
At this point, Bezil was a little confused. Why were they going so bad in this war if there was at least 105 divisions? As far as he knew, each division had hundreds of digimon, he just had to ask. “Lieutenant… can I ask a question?” he whispered to Skye.
“What is it?” Skye whispered in response.
“Why are we doing so badly if we have over 100 divisions?”
“Because we don’t. We only have about 30. We inflate the numbers to confuse the enemy.” Skye explained. Bezil understood then, and sighed. So that’s why the DWR was falling. Most of it only existed on paper, no, worse than that. By hearsay. Skye patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, the divisions we have are real and we can punch through that opposition. Our intelligence is always reliable with the numbers, and we’ve got a 90% chance of pulling through. And even if we can’t pull it off fully, we’ll do enough damage to them to make them pull off their attack.”
Bezil only hoped that was true.
Next, Rhine described their tactics. The Armored division would punch through the enemy defences, supported by the Aerial division to zero in on targets and provide cover for the following units. With the backing of the fast moving Recon division, they were to take out all targets that would be too much for the Infantry, who would mop things up after their advance and secure it. While most of it went over Bezil’s head, he at least understood the underlying goals of the mission. They advance, destroy the supply lines of the enemy to cut them off, then wipe out the isolated enemy. At least in his eyes it worked out. Eventually the briefing ended, and Captain Jaelin called Bezil over for a quiet after-briefing.
“What is it, sir?” Bezil asked as they spoke behind the tent.
“Since you can evolve to Arresterdramon, Bezil, I’m assigning you as my wingman.” Jaelin said. “We’re going to fly above our forces to deal with aerial threats. Your presence alone should be enough to hold off anything they might have for us in the air, especially with the 47th Aerial there too, but, I want you to be alert to any and all threats that await us, and deal with them. Can I rely on you to do that?”
In this moment, Bezil remembered his father Owen asking very similar things from him, that he’d never ask him to do anything he wasn’t confident in doing. But Bezil felt confident here. “Yes, d- I mean, sir, you can rely on me.”
Jaelin’s eyes widened a little at Bezil’s suspicious stutter, but he chose to make nothing out of it. Instead, he took a more solemn expression.
"They have one of our soldiers at Fyan Springs." Jaelin continued. "Lance Corporal Terry. He's a Terriermon, obviously, those bastards have been playing their games with him ever since, forcing him to make statements in videos to goad us. I want to get him back alive. He's one of us, he deserves that from us. Understand, Bezil?"
"Yes, sir." Bezil replied, knowing now why this was so important to Jaelin now.
“Alright then. Assemble with the rest of the squad, we’ll move out when ready.” he said. Bezil shivered a little, both from the fever, and from the emotional toll this dream was starting to press on him.
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Post by Bezil on Aug 19, 2021 11:49:08 GMT
Bezil was astonished when he saw the staging area for the offensive. Hundreds of child level digimon were present, most of them doing supply and equipment work, not yet trained or proven enough to fight on the front lines, but still enough to be useful to an army. There were dozens of adult levels, all of them geared with equipment designed to bolster their attacking abilities on the field of battle. And there was also even a few Perfect levels – much of them high ranking officers supervising the whole operation.
Among them was Colonel Rhine Gokuwmon, his stern red eyes looking over the preparations of the Recon forces. For this offensive, it wasn’t only the 7th Battalion of the 71st Regiment, but all 7 Battalions were involved, meaning many more recon cycles and digimon that Bezil wasn’t familiar with, each with their own chain of command. And Rhine was in charge of them all.
The DWR Army might not be doing well in their war, but at the very least, they held their discipline. When Captain Jaelin eventually spoke to their group, he informed them of their orders and the other units they would be working with. They were to be part of a battle group with Major ‘Bull’ Tankdramon of the Armored division in overall command, and Jaelin as his second in command. Their combined force looked fairly impressive. Bezil looked around and counted 5 Rhinomon and 6 Tankmon of the Armored division; 8 Pteranomon, 4 Jazardmon and a MailBirdramon Captain of the Aerial division, and dozens of various digimon that comprised the Infantry that were tasked with covering their advance.
“Get ready, Bezil, we’re up in a minute.” Jaelin said, Bezil nodded and drew deep within himself for the power needed to evolve. He did so, transforming once again to Arresterdramon. To his surprise, his khaki DWR uniform evolved with him, fitting comfortably on his higher form.
Eventually, the order was given, and the DWR Army burst from its starting position into enemy lines.
Bezil and Jaelin flew above the advancing Armor and below the Aerials. The Arresterdramon noted the formation below. The Rhinomons galloped across the flatlands ahead of the Tankmons, with Tankdramon closely following. There were roughly 6 Infantry digimon riding each of them, evidently for support. For the first few minutes, there was silence, but all that changed when they reached enemy lines.
First to fire was the anti-armor guns. However, each of the Rhinomon used their Ain Soph Aur barrier abilities to create an impenetrable energy shield between the five of them, and no shell managed to make it through, protecting the forces behind them.
The Aerial division responded to this, targeting the enemy guns and rained down missiles and lasers at them. The guns were soon rendered silent.
However, a shout from Jaelin seized Bezil’s attention. “Warheads inbound!” the MachGaogamon snapped. Bezil saw them, seeing shells bursting with fire surging toward them. At first he didn’t know what to do, but Jaelin acted in time. ”Howling Cannon!” he roared, and sent a shattering burst of sound energy at the missiles. It was effective enough to destroy that volley.
It was in this instance that Bezil recognized his role in this battle. The Armored division would take care of the situation on the ground, the Aerial division would in turn cover them, and he and Jaelin would protect the Aerial division. After all, Howling Cannon was a trick he could use too.
Bezil’s chance came quickly. The second volley of missiles came from a more wide array of anti-air batteries.
“Shit! I can’t get all of them!” Jaelin swore. “Bezil, do what you can to handle those on our left!”
“Yes sir!” Bezil answered, then prepared his own attack, breathing in, feeling the heat of the data in his throat, and then roared ”Howling Cannon!” himself, sending a burst of shockwaves that destroyed the missiles in that direction, just as Jaelin did the same on his side.
It took a few moments for Jaelin to realize what he had just done. They watched as the Armored and Aerial digimon overran and destroyed the line of anti-air defences. It was all going very quickly, but Bezil heard the MachGaogamon’s voice eventually. “I take it you learned that from your dad too, eh?! Good job, Bezil!”
“Thank you, sir!” Bezil called back, but there would be little chance to converse from here on. As they reached the main lines of defense of the rebels, all hell broke loose, and the chaos of war blurred in Bezil’s mind. But he would go through it, after all, these memories survived it all.
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Post by Owen on Aug 23, 2021 10:40:13 GMT
As they advanced through the dawn, the fighting got worse. More attacks and projectiles were sent up at them, more of the enemy made a stand, and more of their allies were drawn into protracted battles rather than simply breaking through the lines as they had.
Deep down, Bezil knew the reality of it. After all, if an enemy force took on his own family and friends in Ys like this, he’d fight just as hard. But, as time went on, when he saw more and more digimon fight to the death in the onslaught led by his own father, he began to feel an odd feeling. It was familiar, of course it was, it was the data of Owen’s memories stirring something significant within him. It wasn’t a happy feeling, but it was one that he had felt in the hurricane in Whitewater; at the Golden Rocks where he and his loved family had almost been killed. It was simultaneously a feeling of dread, and a feeling of grim determination.
The DWR Army in Bezil’s fever dream advanced, and he twitched and grunted in his sleep as the dream turned to a nightmare. The resistance to their offensive became more and more bitterly opposed. The Rhinomons’ shields could only provide so much protection, the Tankmons’ guns and the Pteranomons’ missiles could only provide so much firepower.
It came to the point where attackers and defenders clashed in an almighty fight.
To Bezil’s horror, it was at this moment that the enemy sent their Perfect levels into the fight to cripple their spearheads. He saw two of them fly up at them. A Paildramon tried to take out Captain Jaelin from behind, but his instincts were honed enough so that he turned to take him on immediately.
However, that just left Bezil as the only remaining covering force for the rest of the Recon forces below. And sure enough, he was sought out as a target by another enemy Perfect level.
It was a wonder that he could remain in flight, what with all his armor, but the enemy Butenmon made his presence known in front of Bezil, raising his sword.
“Don’t worry too much about your future, Arresterdramon.” the armored bird digimon spoke with malice. “It won’t last much longer, but I’ll allow you the privilege of pointing your head toward our new Emperor Tactimon upon his coronation ceremony.”
These words provoked a reaction so visceral from within Bezil that he almost felt like he was in another body. He hadn’t felt so much hatred since the battle of the Golden Rocks. He tried to think of something appropriate to say in response. All he could come up with was ”Lightstream!” and he then launched a beam of ravaging light at Butenmon’s face. The enemy raised his greatsword to block it, and the dance of combat began.
It all went fuzzy in Bezil’s mind from here, yes, he wanted all his enemies destroyed, but, in his feverish dream state, its coherence mostly fell apart. In his sleep, Bezil twitched and groaned as he struggled to deal with the memories that were playing out in his mind. At the very least, he recalled the memories of destroying Butenmon before he could do the same to him. But eventually, a moment of clarity surged in front of his eyes.
In this moment, Bezil felt terror, sadness and fear at the situation. He perceived the whole front of the battle in full combat, digimon doing the worst to other digimon. At the very least, none on the DWR side did something as existentially monstrous as load the data of their fallen enemies, but the enemy was not so forgiving, and he felt the outrage about this fact. But a voice shook him from this moment.
“BEZIL!” Jaelin roared. “You snap out of your daze right now!!”
Bezil struggled to do so, it was all so stifling, so terrible. “Sir… they’re killing everyone…”
“THIS is WAR!!” Jaelin snarled in response. “You’re my Wingman, remember?! You said you would follow my orders! And I’m ordering you to pay attention before one of us or someone we care about gets killed, alright?!”
Bezil flinched at this, he knew the only thing he could say in response that was appropriate was “Yes, sir…”
“Then target those bastards and kill them!” Jaelin roared. Bezil did so, but felt no pleasure from it. It was all so wrong, so very wrong to him, but… this was what the reality of it was in those days.
Eventually, the coordinated attack succeeded. The southern pincer of the joint offensive reached the objective of Fyan Springs. After the combined forces had destroyed the enemy in the way, they entered the settlement, captured the enemy garrison and moved to rescue their allied prisoners.
“Bezil! With me!” Jaelin ordered the Arresterdramon as they were reunited with those that were captured. Jaelin marched right up to the Terriermon dressed in a 7/71st tunic, the rank of Lance Corporal on his sleeves, his black eyes watering with grief.
“Sir, you shouldn’t be here.” he said.
“Terry, you’re a part of my unit, of course I should be here.” Jaelin replied. “I would never leave any of you behind.”
“Yes, sir, but, they know that too, and they used me as bait.” Terry stated. “Now you’re in their trap. They’re coming to see what they’ve caught.”
“Nonsense, they’re making a launchpad for the capital, and we just cut them off.” Jaelin argued.
“No, sir. They destroyed the Northern pincer, they let you advance this far, now they’re coming to cut us off now.” Terry replied, tears dripping from his eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry that I let myself become bait for this to happen, sir, but, they planned this out from the very start.”
The feeling of horror and despair was difficult for Bezil to deal with. He burst awake, gasping. At the very least, his fever hadn’t worsened, but, it seemed his horrible dream of the memories of Jaelin that existed within him would continue to play out.
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Post by Amelie on Sept 1, 2021 3:52:50 GMT
Great job.
25 posts for Bezil. 5000 bits for Owen.
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