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Government Confines:
Ground Zero
Pat flew as fast as he could. I don’t see any Airdramon village, he told Marcus. “It should have been just under that rise.”
I don’t see why we just don’t go back and start kicking ass.
Do you really think an Ultimate can take on two Megas with reinforcements on the way? Pat ascended farther into the sky for a better view. I’m gonna try another pass. Maybe we’ll find something.
The Digimon turned back towards the clef where the village should have been. Still nothing. Pat was getting more frustrated by the second, as was his human. There should have been something!
“God Tornado!” A dozen volleys of what felt like concrete collided with the Veedramon’s back, forcing him to descend.
Pat regained control before crashing and turned them around. Facing them were three, seemingly very angry Airdramon. All of them were ready for a follow-up attack. “Am I damned glad to see you guys,” he said. He was going to speak again, but was cut off by the leader of the pack.
“If the ruler of this world is your ally, then we will be forced to destroy you,” he said. “State your purpose here.”
Marcus, stay calm, Pat responded to his partner’s growing anger. Don’t get us into a fight with them.
Marcus was already shooting off his mouth, though. “Alright, you want purpose? You got it. V-Wing—”
“We don’t want to attack,” Pat said, cutting off his own attack. “That was my human, a little edgy after battling a BlackWarGreymon.”
“You have a human,” the leading Airdramon asked. “I wish to see proof of this. Then we will discuss your options.”
“We don’t have the time,” Marcus said gruffly. “There are two Megas back there and reinforcements following them. Our associates are in trouble.”
“There are others?”
“We don’t have time for this!”
“I cannot help on that matter.” The Airdramon circled the AeroVeedramon, inspecting them at every angle. “If you are not with the enemy, then we will go. Land now.” The other two Airdramon started flying in the same pattern, hemming Pat and Marcus in.
We’ll do what they want, Pat told his human. Marcus was angry with his partner’s decision to comply with their antagonists. We'll do what they want. If they're as hard core against ForceWarGreymon as Mitch says they are, we should be back in just a few.
I still don’t like it, the human hissed. Pat was already descending to the desert floor. Call it a hunch, but I don’t think Alice is doing very well right now. The two landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The dust was cleared a second later by the Airdramon, still circling above them. “Show the human,” the leader commanded again. Pat did so, this time without the consent of Marcus.
“Now you’ve seen me!” he shouted. The air dragons made a low pass, throwing Marcus to the ground. “You little—”
“—Go back to your allies. We will be along shortly.” The three left immediately after, leaving Marcus dazed and confused. If it had said anything else, he would have had Pat blast the heck out of them.
“Pat!” A bright light and ten seconds later, they were at a decent altitude and making their way back to the battlefield at full speed.
The BlackExVeemon was beginning to annoy him. She had successfully evaded every attack he had sent at her. The Machinedramon had taken many hits, but had endured them all without the slightest damage. And the Garurumon…
One of his claws was missing because of him. The BlackWarGreymon was still feeling the pain. His hand was frozen, then wrenched off his arm by the beast’s tail. And had been chasing him ever since.
He grunted. The three champions were wearing him down and the Leomon had just landed another hit with the blunt end of his sword. He turned to the offender. “Terra Destroyer!” He didn’t even take time to let the orb grow. Instead he sent off a volley of smaller fireballs in the lion’s direction.
The Leomon, who he had now learnt was called Mason, evaded about half and canceled the others with his own fire attack. Curse my shortsightedness! “Dragon Killer!” The BlackWarGreymon took a swipe with his claws.
“Next time, try to aim,” Mason taunted. “Oh, and duck.” Black turned to see an energy bolt hit him in the face.
It was the first time Casey had used her attacks on another person. If that’s what he could be called, she thought miserably. And they still had reinforcements to deal with. Where was Pat! Where was Marcus!
The others were regrouping on the ground. Casey dived and landed, letting Alice have control of their vocals. Mason brushed himself off, and Garth spat out a bloody tooth.
“Have any of you seen Pat or Marcus?”
“We sent them off to find the village,” Casey told them. She was beginning to regret that decision. And the fact that they had made it with out consulting the rest of the group. “We saw reinforcements on the horizon, too.”
“How many reinforcements did you see?” He tried to conceal the apprehension in his voice. Mason didn’t know if he failed or not, but the others didn’t seem to notice.
Casey answered. “More than I could count.”
Of course he knew never to expect victory until it happened. ForceWarGreymon had learned that fact years ago when he overthrew the old ruler of the Digital World. He had ascended through ranks, eventually taking over the revolution.
He watched them from his dark chambers. They were always dark because he was always watching, monitoring the Digital World: always through the eyes of his followers. He had been watching the humans presently. Their group was falling apart. Already one had abandoned them, fleeing into the desert.
The evolution was spectacular, he admitted to himself. But that was normal. The Digimon and his human were stronger then they realized. If they knew the true extent of their powers, ForceWarGreymon would have offered them a much better deal.
But they don’t. He laughed quietly to himself.
The screens showed the view from the army. They were approaching the flats where the last battle had taken place. They would overrun the humans in a matter of minutes and ForceWarGreymon would be rid of any chance of being overthrown once and for all.
Something caught his eye. He squinted and moved in closer, but still couldn’t make out just what speck was. It shouldn’t have been there. He was sure of that much. The dot blinked and moments later the camera was blinded by a great, blue light.
“Damn those humans,” he cursed loudly. “Damn them back to where they came from!” One of his servants came running in with the obvious news that they had found help in the desert. “I know that,” ForceWarGreymon shouted at the rookie. “Bring me my battle armor before I make you my dinner!”
The fearful Digimon scampered off, whimpering. “And prepare my chariot!” He would take care of them himself. If they found a village of old-rule loyalists, he would deal with them swiftly and publicly.
They had frozen, then torn off his hand without even thinking about it. Garth wasn’t so shaken as his human was. Unlike Michael, he was not afraid to exact revenge on what was probably a slaver.
But both of them knew that Michael wasn’t supposed to have to go through this at his age. He was being forced to grow up at an alarmingly fast rate. As Michael’s acting parent, he was supposed to be helping the child, not turning his mind to mush.
And that was exactly what was happening to him. Inside the wolf, Michael was crying and wishing he were home. He tried to hide it from Garth, and failed. Garth took it as a sign of his maturing.
Already he had proven himself in facing the enemy. Michael didn’t even think of crying or running during the fight. In fact, he was the one who had encased the enemy’s hand in ice. Only now were the events catching up and taking their toll on him.
And he still had to go through the reinforcements. Garth would help him and shield him the best he could, but still, the child was afraid. His Digimon knew it, too. Garth tried to console Michael, telling him it was for a good cause; he was helping save the world.
That was when a small sound caught their ears. It was just on the edge of hearing, but to them it was clear as a bell. Wings. Heavy, powerful, Ultimate wings. “It’s Pat and Marcus,” Garth said aloud.
“What is?” Casey asked, not hearing the initial noise.
“A pair of wings,” Garth replied.
“Actually, it’s more then one.” Jerry was using his partner’s vocals, relaying the thought process from his cybernetic hearing. “Three Airdramon and an AeroVeedramon Zero.”
Sure enough, when Garth turned his and his human’s wolfish head up, they saw four specks flying above them, heading toward the enemy. “He found the village.” This made him glad, knowing that they wouldn’t be fighting the hordes alone.
One of the Airdramon dived down to their position. When he was close enough, he started shouting instructions. “Follow me to the village!” he called. “We have a much more defendable position in the hills! My colleagues and your friend are stalling them.”
He looped about, prompting everyone but Mech and Jerry to follow. Garth called after them, fearing they might be doing something stupid. “What are you doing?”
Without a second thought, Mech changed their stance and took off, carrying Jerry inside him. They need it.
I know. Mech had grown to like his partner’s bold ideology. And Mech liked his ideas of how to utilize the power within them, too. They will require our aid.
I’m not suggesting aid, Mech, Jerry said. We’re going to pull them out. They’re on a suicide mission. They fell to silence. Jerry was contemplating on how to successfully pull them out, running scenarios over and over in their computerized mind.
Mech was checking results and then rechecking them. His human had suggested the most plausible decision he could make. The Digimon had over compensated when he replied, taking into account irrational behavior.
Now he knew. Jerry was more clever and intelligent than that. Jerry would use a combination of mind and heart, forming a perfect plan in Mech’s inherently powerful brain. The boy was checking for every development. He had mastered the form with incredible ease. At least he had mastered the mental processes.
Physical was another matter, Jerry knew. He was clumsy as a human, and even more so as a Digimon. Mech on the other hand, had had this form for years. Consequently, he was extremely graceful for such a large form, awing Jerry to no end.
But the most incredible part was that Mech actually had a heart and knew how to use it properly. That’s why he was in the resistance. He had wanted to help slaves and work against the system. Jerry had just expanded that to armed conflict.
Mech chimed in when he found a winning plan. This one will work. Jerry checked it again as well. There aren’t enough complications or variables for them to be major problems.
I think it’s a good plan, too. He thought it was sneaky. But there wasn’t anything wrong with that, provided they weren’t caught. Sneak in under the enemy banner and signal Pat and Marcus.
Mech continued. When they see the signal, we’ll head to their position. After that, they’d move out, fast and high. Most of the army was made up of ground troops anyway. We should be out within just a few minutes of arriving.
Exactly.
One other thing, this chapter is dedicated to my good friends INS Dragonclaw and Girgash the Dragon, his counterpart. Enjoy you two… Part of our “Dedication Wars.” Heh.
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