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Caught in a Pincer [MPC 90A] [Bezil/Owen]
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Post by Bezil on Sept 17, 2021 11:29:55 GMT
I would like posts for this MPC please.
It was the fifth day of Bezil’s fever. Thankfully with good care from his family from the symptoms, his condition was improving. Not that it was a life threatening disease in the first place, but its worst effects on the Gumdramon was the dreams. Memories from his father Owen had been unlocked as he slept, and Bezil had to experience the effect of war first-hand, and it was the worst part of it.
But still, Bezil persevered through it all. If Owen wouldn’t tell him his history verbally, then he’d explore it through the memories he was given. And he wanted to learn more about the past of the DWR – the Digital World Republic, an old nation state of the digital world that his father had apparently died to protect.
The Gumdramon thanked those that attended him, dressed in their masks and gloves to bring him sustenance. At the very least, he was glad to hear that none of the attendants and cleaners of Ys had caught this fever. Their quarantine measures had proven to be most satisfactory.
But, as the sun set, Bezil knew it would be another night of troubles. He tried his best to keep high spirits by playing a remote video game with his brothers Matty and Jimmy, but eventually sleep took him back to the battlefield of his dreams.
The situation for the 71st Recon division was dire. They had fulfilled their orders, for sure, they had hoped to surround and destroy their enemy, only they found that they were led into a trap, and they had taken the bait.
Bezil had learned and remembered enough about war to know the predicament they were in. They had attacked the enemy from behind, but in turn, the enemy had counter-attacked, leaving them alone, vulnerable and cut off from their own lines. He observed in horrified silence as he watched the previous incarnation of his father, Captain Jaelin converse with the other senior officers of their unit - Major ‘Bull’ Tankdramon of the Armored division, and Colonel Rhine Gokuwmon in overall command.
“It seems we only have one choice in the matter – we need to break out. No way are we surrendering to these traitors.” Rhine growled. “But in what direction… they have us in a terrible position here.” he pointed to a map of their current situation. “They are probably expecting us to retreat to the south back to our starting position, so no doubt they’ll be prepared for that. And if we head north to strike their forces from behind, no doubt they’ll call in their reserves for that.”
“That just leaves one option for our breakout, sir.” Jaelin said, pointing to the northwest. “We break through their lines to our capital.”
This option drew silence, it seemed Bull and Rhine agreed.
“Still though, we can’t break through with all our forces, they’ll easily be able to cut us off if we all go that way.” Bull remarked. He turned to Rhine. “We can only get some of our forces out of this trap.”
Rhine sighed and nodded. “It seems so.” he replied. “Very well. Our plan is as follows. Armored and Infantry units will hold our position currently, pushing directly North, South and East. While Recon and Aerial divisions will attempt to break out to the capital in the Northwest, and gather as much reinforcements as they can. If we succeed, we’ll be able to destroy Tactimon once and for all.”
One part of Bezil agreed with this plan, but another part told him that it would only lead to their doom. Still though, it was living events through his past life here, and all he could really do was follow what his inherited memories told him.
“Come on, Bezil, let’s get ready.” Captain Jaelin said, and Bezil followed in his fever dream, ready for whatever would happen next.
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Post by Owen on Sept 24, 2021 11:42:06 GMT
I would like bits for this MPC entry please.
Bezil’s fever dream played out as his father Owen had remembered it. By now, the furred Gumdramon had got used to the situation over the past few days. While most of him wanted it to just end, there was a part of him that wanted to learn more about this particular battle. And so he made the subconscious decision to not wake up from this dream and see how it turned out.
It was currently his father Owen’s memories filling his mind at this moment, and Bezil was processing them in this moment of difficulty.
And so in this current moment, Bezil remembered Jaelin’s onslaught against the enemy position. They were to make a breakthrough to attempt to return to their headquarters – the DWR Capital, and notify the high command that they could link up with Colonel Rhine Gokuwmon’s forces currently trapped by the enemy. It was a good plan in theory, but, in practice, it wouldn’t work out as such.
Namely because the path for Captain Jaelin’s unit to succeed required a path through a canyon. And in this instant, the canyon was occupied by the enemy, with a very advanced trap set for them.
“S-Sir! I feel strange!” Bezil cried out as they approached. Jaelin would have ordinarily told him to be quiet, but he too felt strange. Like there was some sort of energy acting against him. He recognized it quickly as a hazard.
“All units stop!” he barked his order. And so they stopped. Jaelin looked around and saw with horror that all soldiers that were at the Adult level or higher were de-digivolving to their Child level forms. This could only mean one thing in his mind. “Shit… they’re using Black Digicite…” he growled.
Bezil didn’t know what that meant. “Sir, what does black digicite do?” he asked.
“It emits a field that bars most digimon from evolving beyond Child level.” Jaelin replied. Bezil gasped. This meant they were at a real disadvantage here. But Jaelin held out. “Don’t start panicking, mate. We’ve got this situation, just we gotta play it carefully now that we know we can’t evolve to solve our problems.”
They peered at the enemy position. It was a well set up one, a tower of black digicite blocking off the route they were meant to take toward the capital. It seemed that every digimon in the vicinity that passed through would need to be at the Rookie level.
“If we’re gonna proceed, we have to take out that tower.” Jaelin concluded. “And that’s doable.” he turned to his Lieutenant. “Skye, do you think you can run a distract-and-advance tactic with our forces?”
“I can, sir.” Skye answered. “Best chance is if you present yourself as a target first though.”
“Understood.” Jaelin replied, grinning. “Well, set yourself up then, and I’ll present a target at them and we’ll move from there.”
“Well… they've done a garbage job of hitting you so far, sir, so hope that luck continues.” Skye replied blankly. She then turned to Bezil. “Advance when I give the signal. Your tail hammer is the best chance we have in smashing the operation of that thing. And once it’s down, we can evolve. Got that?”
“Yes, ma’am” Bezil answered. And so he waited for the opportunity. Jaelin then made a feint, jumping up to make an advance order, then fell back down as the shots hurtled his way.
“NOW!” Skye ordered, and Bezil advanced, knowing what he had to do here. From that moment, the exact memories of the battlefield were fuzzy, but Jaelin’s feint was instrumental in their strategy. All the gunners had to change their sights and by the time they did so, Bezil, Skye and the rest of the squad were out of their immediate sights.
Instrumental was Ludo the Ludomon, who was able to deflect the bullets and shots that came his way. Of course, stronger attacks were launched at him directly when the enemy figured out what was going on, but a swift battle plan was enacted, where he would duck down behind obstacles as they were aiming at him, while the rest of the unit advanced.
This approach cycled quickly. The land forces would approach, but when the enemy was close to zeroing in on them, aerial units would attack from above and force them to stop attacking, throwing off their target. This continued until both Jaelin and Bezil were close to the enemy line.
“You’ll move on my command, Bezil” Jaelin muttered.
Bezil nodded and replied with a “Yes, sir.” he was ready to pounce on the enemy stronghold.
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Post by Bezil on Sept 29, 2021 12:02:51 GMT
The advance was gradual, but disciplined and unwavering. Bezil watched with amazement as the digimon of the DWR methodically held back everything the enemy threw at them. Their weapons, equipment and confidence were enough to hold off almost everything thrown at them, and those few attacks that went through were quickly mended by their healers.
It didn’t escape Bezil’s notice that Jaelin was instrumental in all this. In most cases he didn’t even have to issue an order, he just had to look at a comrade to let them know what to do. Such was the strong bond of the 7/71st. Even if the enemy Black Digicite evolution jammer prevented him from evolving beyond his child level, the Gaomon still conducted himself like he was in his Perfect form.
“Enough of this!” Bezil heard a loud, sharp feminine voice snap ahead of them. “Can none of you aim?! All units aim for the Gaomon!”
Bezil gasped as the attacks and guns of the enemy turned to once again fire at Jaelin, but the Gaomon grinned in response.
“Now, mate, get to that device!” he ordered, then momentarily vanished from view as dust, smoke and fire erupted from where he stood. If Bezil didn’t know better, he would have thought that this was the end of Jaelin then and there, but he knew better, and rushed away to the side as he tried to stealthily approach the enemy evolution jammer.
Jaelin meanwhile had counted on this turn of events the moment he figured out who the enemy commander was. He recognized her tall, slender form and the blue eyes that seemed to glow like shards of ice. Lieutenant Renamon, one of the most dangerous junior officers he had come across. Once she had been his rival, but it seemed now she was also his enemy. He had won in their first competition, when he had been promoted to Captain and she had only been reprimanded for her tactics in battle, aiming for ruthlessness over cohesion. And it seemed today they would dance again.
As all guns trained on him, Jaelin quickly reacted, hurling a flashbang on the ground in front of him while momentarily closing his eyes and turning his head. The enemy gunners yelped and shrieked as they were dazzled, the light magnified through their aiming scopes so they could not hope to land a direct hit. Lt. Renamon was determined not to let this stop them though, she ordered a bombardment that Jaelin had no hope of surviving. And he would not have, had it not been for Corporal Farrow.
With smoke and dust covering their maneuver, the Gaomon leapt up and held on to the Falcomon’s legs as she flew through the air. While Jaelin was rather big for a Child level digimon, Farrow was as well, and she had the strength to carry him through the air. At least for a little while, until he let go when he was at his target – right in front of Renamon.
“You…” Renamon gasped as he landed, unable to muster words before Jaelin readied his fists, each clad in his personalized weapon – twin Assault Gauntlets, designed to deliver punches with added shockwaves and projectiles if needed. Jaelin didn’t even dignify her with a quip before he launched his assault.
As expected, however, Renamon fought back just as fiercely. While Jaelin was big, Renamon was bigger, and even more skilled in melee combat. She punched and kicked at him with rapid force, keeping him on the defensive. But Jaelin knew what he was doing here.
Eventually, after about 30 seconds of their deadly duel, Renamon broke off, retreating out of his range. In terms of damage, Jaelin was definitely worse off, having taken more hits than successfully dealt them. Renamon sneered. “Are you truly that desperate?” she asked. “Your little tumble with me might have saved you from my gunners, but we both know you’re no match for me in a close quarters duel like this.”
“Then time to see if these upgrades Bixby gave me work!” Jaelin replied, and launched into another attack, Renamon tried to catch his punch this time, but when his fist connected, the shockwave was triggered, and Renamon’s defense crumbled. She retreated again, but Jaelin’s grin broadened. “You think you’re out of my range?!” he asked, then raised his gauntlets so the barrels mounted on his wrists were aimed at her, then fired.
She took two hits and seemed astonished, but rapidly returned with a counterattack, launching herself into the air, summoning hundreds of glowing green arrowheads, crying ”Diamond Storm!” and launched them all down at him.
”Wall Rake!” a welcome voice snarled in response, and good old Ludo appeared in time, interposing himself between his commander and the enemy. The arrowheads were successfully blocked. But before Renamon could respond, Jaelin launched another attack. Such was the cohesion of his unit from so many years of combat experience together, he didn’t need to issue orders like that. At once, Ludomon retreated to cover, his intervention complete.
“You stubborn fool, Jaelin!” Renamon snarled as she fended off his next assault, noting that he was panting more and more, close to the end of his stamina. “Don’t you see you’re fighting on the wrong side here?! The DWR has failed! It was not meant as a way of living for digimon! We’re warriors led by fools, don’t you see how much more we could have with actual warriors to lead us?!”
“And who’s to say if they’re worthy or unworthy warriors?” Jaelin countered. “I look at who leads you, Renamon, and all I see is a powerhungry tyrant who’ll lead us all to ruin.”
Renamon scoffed with contempt. “Look at you. You can barely stand. All that lies ahead of you is ruin, Jaelin.”
“Really?” Jaelin asked, then winked up at the yellow-eyed Gumdramon he had met earlier. Renamon could only gasp as she watched Bezil’s tail hammer crash into the Black Digicite evolution jammer, smashing it to pieces.
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Post by Owen on Sept 29, 2021 12:28:18 GMT
Bezil gave a triumphant cry as he managed to make his tailhammer strike true on the enemy evolution jammer. Jaelin’s strategy had turned out to be correct. With him fighting the enemy commander directly, it had occupied all of her attention, allowing him to climb, run and glide toward the device, arousing minimum attention from the other enemy soldiers.
And when they had finally took notice, it was too late, and the shattered device broke down and ceased to function. As it did so, Bezil felt a rush over him like a gust of fresh air, and he knew what to do next.
”Gumdramon… Warp Digivolve to…!” he shouted, and summoned a power deep inside himself, bringing forth memories of crisis and determination to overcome it. He grew and transformed in his Perfect evolution, his furred Gumdramon features turning into the sharp, hard scaled features of his new level, ”Arresterdramon!”
“No!” Lt. Renamon cried as she looked up to see him do so. And whipped her face back with horror to see that Jaelin was doing the same.
”Gaomon Warp Digivolve to…!” the blue and white canine grew several feet in size as well, his assault gauntlets transforming into mechanized fists, a jetpack forming on his back, and a terrifying expression forming on his yellow-eyed face. “...MachGaogamon!”
Renamon watched with horror as not only two Perfect level digimon joined the battle, but more among the enemy also evolved to their Adult levels. She froze in place as she tried to figure out what to do in response. Yes, she could evolve to Adult herself, but what use would it be here?
“The battle is lost, Renamon.” Jaelin spoke in a gentle, yet final tone. “Yield, and let this be over.”
“...you won’t get past Tactimon.” Renamon replied, as Bezil soared overhead, roaring for combat to cease. Most of her own comrades obeyed. She knew further fighting was pointless. But, she had to at least ask this of her rival enemy. He had bested her today, there was no question of that, but she did not want him to die so easily. “Take my life, Jaelin. Absorb my data. You’ve earned that right. Become stronger…”
“No.” Jaelin replied, his voice filled with fury that she would even suggest that. “I would never sink that low.” he turned to Skye and Farrow, who had dutifully joined him, both evolved to their Adult forms. “Take Renamon and the soldiers under her command captive. And quickly. We have to get to the capital.”
Bezil watched all this with astonishment. Even in the horrors of war, his father acted with fairness and honour. But, even with this obstacle destroyed, it seemed that the end of this tale would come soon.
But not before once again he awoke, panting and sweating. His fever was fading, yes, but, it seemed that tonight would not be his last dream of his father’s memories.
[End Thread]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2021 13:02:36 GMT
I guess Renamon can't catch a break.
Welp, Bezzy gets 25 Posts, and Owen gets 5000 bits.
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