Chapter One: First Step

How long had it been since the first day of the Convergence? When two worlds became one through the actions of a King in his peculiar attempt of peace. The Digital and the Human world becoming one, a fusion which is unheard of. Despite all odds, humanity adapted to their new neighbors and a odd peace occured between the world that they were now made to share. Now the Digimon and humans work alongside in peace to face threats born of both their worlds.

Threats that date back to the olden days back when the Digital World was alone accessible by the screen of old computers .

Threats that were created from man's fear of the unknown, and their attempts to prune what they saw as dangerous edges.

And threats that long to bring back the old evils of the Digital world, personification of viruses and malignant.

Still both races joined forces and through the science of man and the ability of Digimon a new kind of guardian was made to protect the world from human and digital threats. The Digital Officers stand ready with their partners for peace, but are more than willing to fight if that's what their foes desire.

But while they stand ready the forces of villainy likewise grow stronger and it is time for the next generation to make ready, to protect themselves against those that would see innocents harmed for their own ill gains.

It was night time in Analog City; an old city from the days before the Convergence and remade into a more fresher form suitable for both inhabitants. The city was alive despite the Moon shining above in the night sky, which above the odd Digimon could be seen flying, and the streets were filled with people and Digimon both. Many walked alongside one and other; hands filled with groceries and gifts bought from the looming malls of the city.

Many Digimon seen were those of the Rookie and Champion level, and they walked alongside many of the people; chatting with them or their fellow Digimon talking about various topics. Rookie level Digimon were often no bigger than a small child, though like all Digimon still deadly, and could be seen clinging to the heads or shoulders of those people. Champion level Digimon varied in size but given the business of the streets the biggest one you'd most likely see is one just bigger than a car.

Idly, a couple of the soldiers of the DTA walked the streets clad in their blue armour and wielding simple shock-rifles. Alongside them, their own Digimon partners walked copying the soldier's march to the tee. The Digimon resembled the white pawn chess piece, with its general body looking the same as the chess piece. It wields a spear in the left hand and a buckler in the right. They were PawnChessmon, two Rookie level Digimon.

However, the most odd thing to note about the soldiers was the small device hanging from their waists. At a distance it could have been mistaken for a phone but up close their complexity could be seen in its full. There were a few buttons upon the device which seem to hum to itself as each Digimon passed. Their presence was seem to calm some people as the DTA were known for their combat ability and such presence would dissuade wrongdoers, but others were worried for what they were here to remind people of.

Or worse protect people from.

Unfortunately for many the reasoning soon revealed themselves. From the dark alleyways a group of thuggish individual walked out, grinning about as if they owned the city. Many of the goons were clad in simple suits, with stolen shock-batons clad to their backs. The goons eyed up the pair of soldiers who held their ground.

Alongside the group of ruffians were many small Rookie level Digimon. They were all small flying creatures with a strong resemblance to guinea pigs. They had bright gold eyes, which glittered dangerously, and bat-like wings that doubled as ears, alongside a short tail. Their underside were pale white, while their backs were a dark purple. They were Tsukaimons.

At the head of the posse was a large thug of a man. The man was large, and muscular letting out an imposing air to him. He had to be a couple meters tall, which simply added to the imposing air. His blonde hair was cut short and unlike his cohorts he wore a simple red shirt and shorts. Both of which seemed to small for him, as his muscles bulged against the fabric of the clothes.

One of his hands was covered in a dark gauntlet, which seemed to almost be falling to bits, and around the gauntlet crackled with energy and from his waist hung a small device mirroring the ones of the soldiers. And alongside the brute was a matching brutish Digimon; a bipedal creature made of yellow rock, with its limbs and joints bound by white strings. It had red eyes and its arms were very developed and long enough to rest its hands on the ground while it stood. It wore a metal mask with a belt that covered the upper half of its face. A Golemon, a Champion level Digimon.

One soldier raised his gun while his fellow reached for the device on his waist. "Halt! Cease this aggression and identify yourself."

The thug took a step forward.

"I said halt!" The soldier fired a round just past the thug's head for emphasis before turning back to the group, meanwhile his fellow had his device out began to press buttons on it. "Halt and identify yourself. Or the next round will not miss I can promise you that much."

The brute grinned and rushed forward while his Golemon simply sat on its haunches and watched with dull eyes. The soldier fired but the the brute was too fast for the electro-shocks and their PawnChesmons quickly lept to aid them hoping to at least make the fight a lot more equal. But the smirk from the goons said otherwise, and one of the men nodded to the Tsukaimon.

"Friendly fire!" Yelled one of the Tsukaimon, signalling its attack.

The Tsukaimon inhaled comically bulging up before letting loose a fireball right into the chest of one of the PawnChessmon, and while it did not fully knock it unconscious its fellow Tsukaimon soon added to the barrage knocking down both Digimon and the DTA officer who had yet to open fire to the ground. The trio slumped to the ground while in one hand the DTA officer still held onto to his device. It began to beep loudly but one of the thugs broke it before it could do anything, stopping whatever plan the officers had.

By now, many of the citizens had decided it was better to flee leaving the two officers to defend themselves. The sole officer continue to fire blasts at the brute by that did little to stop him, and he was caught in the chest by one blow sending slumping against the wall.

With a grin the brute turned to the group looking at the Golemon. "Thanks for the help!"

"You look like you had it covered," came the gravel response from the rock Digimon.

The man shrugged and point to one of the shops, a brightly coloured thing that seemed to be selling various tidbits of technology from the older days, "let's get what we came here for then."

The goons quickly knocked down the store and while it was too large for the Golemon it reached its mammoth hand in to aid the group in their robbery. At the desk of the store an old man could be seen, who raised his hands in entreaty. "Please I don't have much. This shop's the only thing that keeps me going. It's all junk anyhow!"

A hand snapped out grabbing the old man by the neck. "You shut your trap and we may not burn this place on the wayout. Understood?"

The old man nodded.

"Good."

The group quickly swept the many shelves clear shoving various clocks and phones from the days before fusion of the Digital and human world into the bags. Old cables, computers and laptops were also taken. And the great brute leading the gang looking at an old laptop dangling in his hand, his face was creased in slight amazement at how far technology has come.

Meanwhile, one of the thugs and his Tsukaimon rounded the corner looking for more old tech junk only to spot a young man playing some video game with earphones connected to them at the end of one the aisles near the back exit of the small store. Next to him a draconic shape laid by his feet fast asleep despite all the fighting had taken place. The goon would have been amazed by how deep a sleeper the Digimon was but he had a job to do. He spared a glance at his Tsukaimon who merely returned with an evil smirk. And with that the pair walked towards the towards the unsuspecting kid.

The goon took off the shock-baton strapped to his back and used it to unplug the earphone. He heard an annoyed grunt from the kid. "Sorry but I'm on my break at the moment. If you do need any help please feel free to ask at the desk."

And with that he put the earphone back in and went back to his game.

The thug could only gape at that before turning to his Tsukaimon who nodded in return - or the closest it could give to a nod given its lack of a neck. If the little kid wanted to play tough then he would get tough. The Tsukaimon began to inhale readying for an attack.

"Frien -"

Next to the young boy's feet, the dragon Digimon curled up in sleep heard the sound of a readying attack and its red eyes snapped open.

"G Shurunen!"

A beam of fire shot out from next to the kid's feet and caught the Tsukaimon right in its mouth as it prepared it's attack from behind. The Digimon swelled up comically further to the point that is eyes bulge before being fired like a rocket out of the aisle. It spun about the air with no control like a rocket, flying about the whole shop as the goons watched it in unison.

And then it went right into the wall with a thunk before sinking to the ground dazed, smoke trailing out its mouth.

Silence filled the shop and the goon raised his weapon to get the Digimon as he know got a better look at it. It was Rookie level but large for that, roughly about half the man's size. It looked like a cross between a dragon and a dinosaur. Two red horns like that of a deer stuck out from its head and two small red wings were attached to its back. Its underbelly was white but the rest of its skin was blue. And it looked very angry.

The goon barely raised his weapon when the Digimon grabbed his wrist and with the ease of a child throwing a toy he was tossed across the store, landing against the wall with a groan. The Digimon looked over at its human friend before letting out annoyed growl and a roll of the eyes to see he was still on his game.

"Alvis," it squeaked, its voice not what you expected from the large Rookie. "Alvis!"

The boy, Alvis, took his earphones out as the Digimon tugged at his sleeve. "What is it Dracomon?"

"We're getting robbed."

"What!"

"I said we're getting -"

"I heard that bit," said Alvis before quickly quieting himself. "Do they know we're here?"

"I threw a guy and his Digimon across the room… So yes I think." Dracomon said adding an enthusiastic nod for good measures.

Alvis could merely bite his lip in worry as he contemplated his choices as he heard the thugs go to aid the knocked out human and Digimon. The back entrance was just there within reach, he could leave if he wanted to. Get help. Dracomon looked at Alvis, his eyes were trusting and loyal it didn't matter what choice Alvis took, he'd be there.

Alvis took a breath as he heard Mr. Merchant beg the thugs that had broken into his store, and Alvis made his mind up. He gave Dracomon a firm nod which the Digimon returned.

"Sic' em."

A gleeful grin broke across Dracomon's face and he charged down the aisle as two goons appeared to investigate the source of the noises and teach the punk a lesson. The pair were quickly escorted out the shop by Dracomon, who sent the pair flying out the window of the shop. All faces turned to look at the dragon Digimon, and the brute leading them simply let out a grunt.

"Get him then!" He barked, waving a hand forward as he leaned back to watch the fight.

It was pitiful short one, as Dracomon quickly swept up the group of Tsukaimon with swipes of his claws, and while he lacked any finesse he made up for it with sheer strength. The kind of strength that wasn't to be expected of a Rookie level. Dracomon tried to keep the fight from damage any of the goods but given the confined space he found himself somewhat stuck, and he had no intention of taking the fight outside where that Golemon lurked. The great brute was unable to get into the shop and Dracomon knew he didn't want to get into that reach.

As Dracomon distracted the group, the young boy Alvis made his way over to the counter to where the elderly Mr. Merchant, who was rubbing his throat in pain. He placed a finger on his lips before nodding to the back exit of the shop which the path to was clear. The old man gave him a concerned look.

"What about you?" He rasped quietly, his eyes wide with fear as he rubbed his throat. "You and Dracomon both need to get out of here!"

"We'll make a break for it when you're cleared," assured Alvis. "We'll be right behind you."

"Will you now?" Added the third voice.

A meaty fist caught hold of Alvis' throat dragging him up from behind the counter. He was brought up to look the giant thug's eyes, as a dangerous smirk came across his face. Alvis waved towards Mr. Merchant to leave, and the old man hesitated before making a run for it Which the giant chortled at as the old man fled.

"You think we're playing cops and robbers, kid?" He asked Alvis, as the teen grabbed some broken keyboard from behind his back as the giant dragged him up to eye level. "Or are you too stupid to know when to run?"

Alvis swung the keyboard with a yell onto the giant's head, which broke in two. The brute however didn't seem to register any of it and simply shrugged. "Too stupid, thought so."

At the sight of that Dracomon, who had dealt with the remaining thugs and their Tsukaimon, let out an enraged roar and charged the giant with his mouth wide open. The brute didn't even blink at the sight of that and instead simple raised his gauntlet which glowed with black lightning.

"Down boy." he rumbled as the lightning took Dracomon to the chest and sent him flying out the shop.

And into the waiting fist of Golemon.

With that the giant surveyed the destruction of the shop, and let out an annoyed growl as he step aside. Carrying Alvis like he weighed nothing at all he marched outside the shop, meanwhile Alvis clawed at the hand trying to make him let go. Dracomon squirmed in Golemon's grip attempting to break free and for a brief moment did manage to pry the hand loose slightly, something which shocked the Champion level Digimon. Before Golemon began to squeeze, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

"So kid." The giant said, with a casual shrug. "You've managed to ruin a pretty simple swipe. And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take this pent up anger at that failure out on you. Sorry."

As he pulled back his fist and Golemon raised his arm to dash Dracomon, the sound of a whistle broke through the quiet street. The sound of spurs followed and the giant rolled his eyes in anger.

And Alvis followed his gaze to look at the newcomer. The newcomer look as if he walked off the set of a western. He looked to be in his thirties, or near enough, and had sharp brown eyes, and a narrowed goatee while his skin had clearly been tanned by the Sun. On his head was the typical cowboy hat, and he wore a brown shirt with a poncho alongside khaki pants and in his mouth was a pick.

Alongside him walked his Digimon equivalent. Its main torso was that of an oversized revolver. And its face could not be seen due to both the cowboy hat and the red, tattered scarf it roped around its neck. All that could be made out was its piercing yellow eyes. It wore blue denim pants with a bullet belt arounds its waist, and leather boots and gloves covered its hand and feets. It finished off the motif by having two revolvers clasped in each hand.

Alvis knew the pair; they were William 'Bill' Kreeley and Deputymon, some of the best Digital officers to be found in this city.

"Nice mess," observed Bill as he looked about the scene before his eyes, his voice as dry as a desert. "Ah' was hopin' for some peace an' quiet on my day off too."

"Just ah' luck," grumbled Deputymon next to him. Bill could only nod in agreement.

"Keep walking then." Retorted the giant.

"Ain't happening Rold," he said bringing up his own revolver. "Let the kid go. And maybe you boys will only walk home with ah' few bruises."

The giant, Rold, snorted before tossing Alvis in the air with a roar. Following his partner, Golemon did the same, throwing Dracomon like a missile towards Deputymon. Both officer and Digimon leaped up into the air in unison which Deputymon managed to catch Dracomon before firing two shots at the rock Digimon, the bullets did little to Golemon. Meanwhile, Bill caught Alvis in his arms before leaping again to dodge a bolt of lighting. He fired a shot at Rold, who swiped with his gauntlet before glancing at the car, and behind him many of his goons had got up with what little scrap they could take.

"Golemon the car!" He roared, which Golemon nodded at.

The rock Digimon lifted the car with ease, before tossing it in the direction of the group. With a roar of his own Rold fired a bolt from his gauntlet at the car as it fell. The car exploded causing smoke to cover the scene, and when it had cleared the group and their Digimon had gone. Bill blinked owlishly trying to see where they could have fled too, before shrugging at their disappearance.

"Ya' alright kid," he said setting Alvis down as Deputymon did the same.

"Y-yeah."

"Good to hear," said Bill as he walked over to make sure that the soldiers were fine. "That was a darned brave thing ya' did. What the pair of ya' did"

"What did we do?" Asked Dracomon.

Bill lt out a slight chuckle at the confused pair, getting flashbacks to his own past. "Ah' wasn't kiddin' when ah' said ah' was on a break. The old man found me an' told me bout' this robbery. And told me about the two of you."

"Okay," the young teen squeaked in surprise, as him and Dracomon traded shocked glances. "Cool."

"Yeah real cool." The cowboy said, before the crackling on his belt took his attention. He pulled out a device like the one both Rold and the DTA soldiers had and he held it over Dracomon briefly, and quick enough that it seemed that he was simply scanning the entire scene. "Strange."

"What is?" Asked Deputymon.

"Things," the cowboy said cryptically, causing his partner to throw his arms up in the air annoyed. "Anyhow kid, I'm afraid that despite the good ya' done you'll need to come with me an' these two," he pointed at the unconscious DTA officers. "To come answer some questions. Ya' ain't in trouble though I swear."

Dracomon and Alvis could only glance at each other in worry.

"I can't believe all of this," the teen sighed.

Bill chuckled at that, "ya' never do kid."

Bill could only chuckle to himself as he walked down the halls of the Police Office with Deputymon, the kid and his Dracomon in tow. Like he said earlier it was meant to be his day off but trouble seem to have a bad case of finding him - even when he's just trying to enjoy some noodles.

Behind him he heard a nervous cough and turned to look at the kid, Alvis. He face was covered in a veritable army of freckles, his eyes as blue as the sea. He wore jeans and a simple black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown mess on top of the kid's head, and his hands were currently scrunched up in worry. The kid sat down an answer the questions calmly despite his obvious worry, which was a stark comparison to Dracomon who boasted of how well he took on Rold and his thugs. The kid said his name was Alvis Koh, which prompted a look from Deputymon, but Bill managed to keep his face neutral at that.

Bill mulled over the thoughts of what Rold had to win. The robbery didn't make much sense, Rold was robbing an old electric shop; the kind of place you could get take from the early days of the fusion. All the stuff was obsolete, knick knacks to have on your shelves and such like to give your home a bit of uniqueness. If Rold was going to sell the tech, he'd get barely anything from it. Bill grunted, annoyed noticed how the kid, Alvis, tensed up slightly.

Bill's sharp gaze softened at that, he'd been to a few police stations in his youth too. "Ah' told ya', kid. You ain't gotta worry none."

"I know… it's just dad's gonna kill me," Alvis mumbled, while Dracomon patted him on the shoulder.

Bill let out a slight guffaw, "don't ya' worry about your old man, kid. Didn't ah' say you won't get in trouble. Hey by the way, kid ya' know who ah' am?"

Alvis did a double-take at that question. "Of course! Who doesn't know about the Sheriff of Analog!"

"And his right-hand Deputymon!" Added Dracomon, which caused the older officer and his partner to chuckle. It was always nice to meet a fan.

"Did ya' also know that ah' teach down at one of the Digital Task Academies? Don't mean ta' brag but ah' fancy myself as quiet important down there."

Alvis could only look on with his head tilting in confusion. "I did know Mr. Kreeley -"

"Please just Bill, only ma' mama called me Mr."

"Umm of course… Bill. I'm just wondering what this has do with anything."

"Well kid, ah' like to think ah' got some friends over at the academy. And you showed some really potential today, so I'm offering you a chance to join this semester."

"WAIT WHAT?" Teen and Digimon barked in surprise, causing Bill to rub his ear in pain. "You mean we could become Digital officers!"

"Ya' got the spark for it. Bit rough around tha' edges, but if ya' willing then I think I can get ya' into the academy."

Alvis seemed torn, while Dracomon could only wag his tail in excitement. Bill let out a nod at the kid, it was a big choice. And Alvis look at Bill with conflicted eyes. "Can I think about?"

"Sure kid, kid. Ya' want me ta' make sure ya' get home safe?"

"Nah we can make it from here."

With that the pair made their way out of the office, Alvis seemed somewhat shook up by all that had occured. But despite it all he held his head high, Dracomon on the other hand look as tonight had been the best night of his life. As the pair left, Deputymon fixed his gaze onto Bill.

"What's yer' game, Bill?"

Bill tried his best look offended, "wat?"

Deputymon pulled his hat up as he fixed a gaze at his partner. "The kid's got spark true enough. But ya' guaranteeing him a place at tha' academy. This ain't got nothing to do with the good doctor?"

Before Bill could snap back a response the device on his hip began to buzz and shake it. Bill let out an annoyed grunt as he reached down to look at it. His noticed the number and knew that he couldn't get away with it ringing. Well he could, but that he'd get in trouble. Again. With a sigh he lifted it to his ear and heard the snap coming from the other side. Deputymon tilted his head as he watched Bill's conversation.

"Yeah, yeah. What you expect me to do? The kid? Ya' ah' made him an offer to join the academy. Yeah, ah'll let ya' know, ah'll tell ya' everything when ah' get back. See ya' chief."

Deputymon raised his eyebrows as Bill turned off the device. "We in trouble?"

Bill gave him a grin, which did not confirm nor deny the fact that they were in trouble. Deputymon could only sigh at that shark's grin of a smile. "What ah' do in ma' past life to deserve you?"

"Somethin' bad no doubt," barked out Bill with a loud laugh. "Na' come on we need to chat with chief."

Rold winced as he too had received a call from his own employer, and was currently trying to do damage control over what little he had for them. Most of the working junk they managed to loot had been broken by the battle at the shop. All because one of his men couldn't deal with a kid. Rold look about his lair while he ran a hand through his hair.

It was an old warehouse which had all the necessities needed for the gang, in one corner were the assembled bed. And the other side was a bar that Rold managed to steal, somehow. Around a table his gang played cards, while nursing the wounds that punk gave them. That Digimon was far too tough to be a Rookie, but that's what the device that Rold had said. Unless it was broken but he doubted that.

His employer wasn't one for making mistakes as small as that.

"Yeah I know that the loots broken," he explain, his teeth clenched in frustration as he was chastised. "Na', you don't get it, this kid and his Digimon got in the way. No. Look I know but you are underestimating them ma'am!"

The voice on the other end of the telecommunication device suddenly went quiet as Rold suddenly fell silent in shock, this didn't bode well for him. From across the room his men looked over worried, while Rold simply glared back at them. He held his breath as he waited for a response.

He got one.

"Yes ma'am I understand. No it won't happen again. Yes, I'll get your next supply don't worry."

With that the device hung up and Rold let out a breath he didn't think he was holding in, and pounded the table next to him in anger. He looked at the map he had set up, and crossed one of the locations of the map. And as he did so a growl came across his lips.

"That punk's gonna pay," he growled to himself. "Him and his stupid pet dragon. No one makes a fool of me! No one!"

The other members of the gang thought it better to get back to their game and leave their boss to glower in anger. They had all learned from bad experience what happened when Rold's temper was on a short leash.

"Got any threes?" One spoke up.

Rold could only glare at his gang.

A/N: Welcome one and all! This little fic is my idea for my own Digimon'verse. The main premise is basically a what-if the two worlds merged and the ramifications of such a world.

I hope you all enjoyed chapter one, please feel free to leave a review and have a good day!