Prologue
DATS, or Digital Accident Tactics Squad, was a group of humans and digimon who fought together to keep the wall between the Real World and the Digital World from being breeched by digimon. Their job was to keep the interaction between homo sapiens and Digital Monsters to a minimal by capturing stray monsters and sending them back to their original state as an egg or digitama.
For a time this process worked and DATS was able to maintain the balance between the two dimensions. That was before the wall finally broke…
In the year 2008, the Digital Wall finally shattered, allowing a managerie of beasts and creatures to flood the human world. Panicked and confused by the odd aliens, humans instantly began to fight back against the invaders. DATS attempted to do what they could but found it futile. In the end, they were disbanned for their failures, their headquarters were boarded up, and their research left to rot.
Years passed the war and tension had not qualmed even in the slightest. Finally, a group of elite scientist stepped forwards and, in secret, invade the DATS headquarters in began a project called The Papillion. Taking data from the destroyed digital wall, they created thier own digimon. A digimon so powerful that it was believed none could stop him. Picked along side this monsterous creature was also a human to control it. Given the digitama and a device called a D-cell, the human and digital monster were meant to work together to end the war.
However, fate is fickled and just as the scientists created three other D-cells, their hope for peace backfired. The human and digimon together destroyed their creators. Just before his death, the final researcher managed to hide the three remaining D-cells before being terminated.
Now, three years later in 2030, The Papillion has completely dragged the world down under a vicious dictatorship. The digital pair's wings spread darkness over the delicate flower called earth and the only glimmer of hope was a growing resistance group that call themselves The Phalene. This rebellion of digimon and humans will stop The Papillion and bring the desired peace to the world.
"Why is the air so damn chilly here, human?"
A deep voice growled out lowly in a puff of white steam from the red maw of a four foot tall, saurian creature. Its wild yellow eyes glowed in the deep darkness of the night, baring into the back of a grown human male. Bat wing-like ears twitched and feathered at the various noises, listening and hunting for the grunt of speech, the roll of tongue from the annoying figure before him.
The man looked back at the dino with sharp eyes and snorted, uneased by the simple fact that the creature was cloaked in shadow. Only the white underbelly and the random highlights of crimson scales glowed in the darkness of the broken down grave yard of scrap metal and computers. It was unnerving to be with a creature that for so long had been his enemy. Now, however, it was imperative the pair work together...
"It's chilly because winter has set in, monster."
The sharply-spoken insult at the end of his sentence had the beast bristly, a low growl curdling the air sourly. This animalistic noise seemed to be the silencer between them and the pair continued the tedious trek, the human stopping to pick at various computers and the saurian to simply sniff the air.
"I could never get used to Earth's… seasons. Always changing. Hot, cold, wet, dry… Bleeeh. Why can't it just stick to one temperature."
The dino snorted and pushed with a clawed foot at one of the many laboratory devices, bitterly. His cat-like eyes darted this way and that for a short time, keeping fierce look out for danger, before they pounced back on the sapiens's form. "You found what you're looking for, monkey?"he grunted, having researched the evolution of man once before.
The man looked back, the gold and silver bangles on his wrists clanking together as he effortlessly flicked at his bangs. His hair was always falling in his eyes but there was never time to fix it. Fighting was a little more important than regular trims.
"It does you no good if you can't see. So come here so I can get it out of your face."
"I think I have, yeah..."
He looked back to the dino and smirked. "Its here,"he said,"Inside this machine." The machine was a simple computer tower, battered and bruished, but still in tact except for the side covering. It was ripped off half way and just barely peaking in, one could make out the shape of a cellphone. It was small, sleek and mostly red in color.
Reaching in the man grasped it's cool surface, pulling it free of the wires and broken parts...
"I think you've done quite enough..."
The voice that spoke was sharp, whispered, and lethal. It was followed by a flash of sickle...
Author's Note: This is actually not a collaborative. XD; This was entirely written by the Otter side of Otter and Tapir Corp.... So yeah. XD;;; yay.