Digimon: Cellular Connection
Prologue
"My lord, the connection has been established, shall we proceed?" a solemn voice inquires.
The response takes a moment as the black-clad leader takes his time acknowledging his own terminal screen.
"We are connected to the other world. Let us have a place with a high populace. We will need many if we are to establish a base," The black-clad figure responds. Acknowledging the various subordinates set up in the operating room, a faint crescent of a smile appears on its features"Tokyo is too obvious, what of America?"
A blue dinosaur creature with a fang hanging from its mouth responds in a nasally voice, "There's an Area known as Silicon Valley. It's known for tech, lots of it too."
A bird-like creature with a fossil for a head slinks up from a shadowy part of the networking room, various lights dimming into her stone as she lightly moves toward the throne the black-clad mon sits on.
"My lord? May I offer counsel?" Her tone was deep and husky, though hollow beneath the dead bone and hardly heard to the others in the operating room.
"Do not come too near our lord, feather-bitch." Three snarling voices growl from the side of the throne, three sets of eyes, each glowing like hot coals betrays their rage as one body is illuminated by the lights in the room. Seared dark red fur, claws black as charcoal, and a mane with hair like a wildfire in color and ferocity, this bipedal guard dog was feeling protective. The nearest operatives in the hall stopped their duties at the snarl only to have one of the heads growl their way and resume their work.
"Silence dog. She is one of us." If not the words, but the command in the voice silenced the growl.
"Skeonmon," The black-clad figure gestured the presumably female creature closer.
"I would hear what you have to say."
The birdress bowed at being addressed, darkened silvery wings running down her back along with darker feathers embracing her humanoid and feminine form.
"I would recommend some other place."
"State your reasons."
"Our numbers are many, yet we will only get so much through the bandwidth and that's not to mention the service plan that reports have come back with about these cell phones." Skeonmon pauses to assess the disappearance of the crescent in her lord. "We should see greater success if our vanguard gained power in some other place before advancing on the most likely threat."
The leader stands, and the few score of subordinates in the room immediately stand in turn, saluting with various instances of arms. The regal- black-clad figure soon dismisses them with a wave of his hand, "I'm pleased however now is a moment of truth, remain on your tasks."
The Black Lord looks to Skeonmon with that crescent returning,"I have read the reports and I have already decided. Our Vanguard shall originate near the city they call Chicago. The denizens won't have the technology or interest to oppose us till we have amassed power."
The expression in Skeonmon's body seems to change as The Black Lord announces his decision, "That is... most wise, my lord."
In an apartment complex in a suburb of Chicago, a teen stares at his ceiling,
"I beat another game.. I've seen another story. What the hell is mine?" He mumbles in near numb state as he picks himself up, looking at the posters on his wall, and the game console that's still silently humming not far from his bed.
"I guess I should turn it off, not gonna get another one for a few days.." The teen looks out of the window, seeing that the apartments outside have turned orange, to his shame, he can't tell if the sun's rising or setting.
"Is it... morning already? No.. I don't feel like a zombie... When did I eat..? Damnit, what month is it?" With questions, but no answers, he looks to his phone as he
heads to the kitchen. The rest of the apartment is dimly lit where it should be, and more brightly illuminated in the living room where an older woman with brown hair is reading a book, looking up to acknowledge his passing.
"Uprooting yourself from your cave, mushroom boy?" she chides with a slight chuckle and a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, Don't have anything rotting in my room to sustain my biomass."
"There's lasagna in the fridge from last night."
"Awesome, it's always better the next day," The teen smiles at that, not much beats day old lasagna. Seeing his mom on the couch answered the question of time, as he opens the fridge and picks out the Tupperware of lasagna. Setting it in the microwave, he takes out his smartphone as he starts to ponder the date.
"Oh please still be June, even July would be fine." He closes his eyes and hopes for a moment only to open them see that the date reads August 5th, causing his heart to drop.
"I didn't see it, no, I didn't even see it." He paces back an forth in the short kitchen, no response from the other room to his mumbling.
In short time, the microwave beeps and the teen runs a fork through the Lasagna to disperse the hit. "I can't believe it's the 5th of August... Where did summer go." Talking to himself as he looks at his phone, accepting the result, and seeing that he has a message. "Oh look, someone loves me..."
"Who? Is it your girlfriend?" The woman calls from the other room, obviously her hearing is selective.
"Hold on, I'll see." He returns as he sees that the sender has scrambled letters at first, but the message reads The Black Lord has chosen you. The teen has seen his share of spam, but in any case, this might be worth reading the rest, he decides as he opens the message, while shutting the door to the microwave.
"The Black Lord has chosen you. Access this attached link and be taken on an adventure in the land of Amerath, the new dark fantasy MMO. No charge to play for the first thousand that enter. You will be given unique classes based on a questionnaire and set out to do the master's work!
wwd. knightsoftheblack. digi /Duke/!"
"WWD?Ah.. Just spam that loves me." He replies to the other room, with no response back. After setting the microwave to another couple minutes, he presses the link, presumably out of boredom and curiosity of the strange domain name. The phone connects as he turns on the microwave.
Suddenly the phone grows too hot to hold, "F-Fuck!" He cries in pain as his fingers let go of the near smoldering phone as he realizes that he left the fork in the tuperware. "Crap!"
"What are you doing in there?" The mother asks as he shakes off the burn on his hand and leans to turn off the microwave right as all of its lights go off, causing him pause. "What... what the..."
Slowly, the light becomes too blinding to look into, as he covers his eyes with his left hand the one that's unburnt.
"Jackal, What is going on in there?" His mother stands near the mouth of the kitchen, holding her book to shield her eyes.
"I have.. no..." The teen is awestruck, and soon even more so as the light fades, revealing a very large black oval shaped egg with several silvery white crescents draped across it.