Yoki rolled over in bed to hit the snooze alarm again, not caring to get up since it was Saturday. A light buzzing noise told her that her cell phone just received a text. Groaning she pulled herself up out of bed and checked the message. The message was short but it got to the point: Hurry, meeting now! Yoki jumped to her feet and quickly got dressed.
"Kitmon come on we gotta go!"
The lazy cat digimon stretched out its legs and followed its tamer out the door. Yoki slided her boarding pass on to the local monorail and walked on board. Sitting down she looks around and notices most of the digimon on board were all puttymon, common workforce digimon on their way to their construction jobs. Yoki sighed... it was another day in the Digital World.
The monorail screeched to a halt and she walked out with many other passenger, in another two minutes she had turned the corner going into a crowded market, getting lost in the crowd she quickly made her way to a small dark alley, after waiting a moment to ensure that she wasn't followed she pressed her digivice into the port and unlocked a secret door. Stepping down into the cold dark room below the alley she was disgusted to find that it still smelt the same as it always did, like rotting fish from the fish market above them. As the stench hit her nose she almost belched but she opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and sat down in the back of the crowded room.
"-and the Imperial Guard have digimon blockading the south and west of Moshi. Apparently they believe the north cannot be accessed due to the cliff and the west is blockaded from all that quicksand."
Several more latecomers slipped in quietly and sat down by Yoki.
"Hey girl, what I miss?" Came the familiar voice, without even thinking Yoki motioned for the girl to be quiet. The leader of their group was still speaking and Yoki was wide eyed realizing that he was giving their small group a mission. Out of all the groups theirs was the smallest only 50 members including herself. Yet the leader had come and was giving them directions, finally a chance to make a difference.
"You shall infiltrate the village of Moshi and rescue the villagers via the aquifer running beneath the cliffs. Once you have the villagers secured you are to return to base and regroup. Temporary base shall be set up in the Slime Cave-" *Loud Moan* "-where the villagers will start a new chapter of our resistance. Any questions?" The leader began answering the questions that his followers had as Yoki brought her best friend Kat up to date on what was going on. Kat excitedly began twitching her long majestic tail back and forth. Excited about the chance to finally strike back.
Kat had joined with the resistance due to a cruel experiment that the Digimon Emperor had commanded that fused her with her digimon, making a human which could be bred with digimon. She had escaped after the fusion and now lived below the radar, secretly fighting the Imperial's. Her actual name was Katmon due to the fusion yet she shed that instance of her name and remained as Kat.
Upon receiving their orders the two left and began gathering the provisions they would be needing for this mission. Yoki met with the others from their chapter and was surprised to find a newcomer amongst the eight of them. The guy was 16 or 17 maybe and had short black hair. Normal build but seemed to be muscular and had a commanding presence to him.
"Before we begin I would like to introduce myself," As he spoke everyone else turned almost in awe at his sheer boldness and voracity, "I am Devon Shimiri and I am ready to take on any obstacle, or eliminate any threat. It was I who the Digimon Emperor saw fit to strip of my power and authority and cast me into his dungeons, and it was I who escaped with several others to begin wrecking havoc on his hard work, and it is I who shall be striking down the Digimon Emperor himself in the end of times. I shall exact my revenge." With this Devon started walking with haste making the others struggle to keep up. This man had a purpose and it drove him onward with such ferocity that it made the others feel insignificant in contrast. It was this purpose that led him to be who he was but it was also this purpose that made him blind, and where there is blindness there is weakness.