And welcome to the latest in my series. To the new readers, this is a sequal to "Ride The Lightning" and "Trial and Error" , which are two in a colab series with Etiger1995 and Dowski. You can choose to read from the start of the series to this point, or you can read from this story onwards. I will be writing it so you don't need to read anything else. You'd have a better understanding if you did read the others first.

The series order is :

Trial and error - Novelistofthesky

Child of life - Dowski

Return of Darkness - Etiger1995

Ride The Lightning - Novelistofthesky

The Next Generation - Etiger1995 (Takes place 25 years after "Ride The Lightning"

This story comes after "Ride The Lightning" and before "The Next Generation". There are also several one shots on my profile, giving some background to "The Next Generation".

However you can read this as a standalone story. To all the new readers, there are a few Oc slots open. I can't wait to hear from you. Oc form at bottom.


To the returning readers. Here it is, the sequal. Some Oc's will be reappearing from previous stories but not in many major roles. This is the third in the triology, I hope you enjoy the ride :P.

Thankyou for sticking with me for this. This story wouldn't even be started if interest in "Trial and Error" hadn't been shown. By god I love writing :P

I can't wait to hear from you in the reviews.


Time always moves forward. You can choose to move it with it, or be left behind, sitting in the past. Time honestly waited for no one. Some people preferred to pause time and remain where they were. It was just an illusion for those who wished to put off a decision. One such as Taichi Kamiya.

He lay sprawled out on his bed, resting his arms behind his head. He stared at the ceiling of his room and sighed heavily, shutting his eyes. A heavy decision weighed on his mind. It had for a while now. Turning his head, he glanced at the soccer ball that lay in the corner of his room. It had been a while since he had had the freedom to go and play soccer. His body urged him too. Looking to his desk, it was no longer a cluttered organised mess. Now it was a dedicated study area, with several, large brown leather bound volumes sat open. Light filtered into his room steadily. Each book was about politics. Recent events had forced him to reconsider his plan in life. Train everyday, play soccer for a living, join a big team and live the high life. He clenched his eyes shut. After events several months ago, Digimon were becoming more and more into the public view. More and more Digidestined were emerging everyday. The authorities had noticed and acted, but Taichi had intervened and a deal had been struck. He realised, he could do so much more good than playing soccer. He could fight, not just physically, but with the people in power to protect others. He rose from his bed, a determined fire rising up inside his chest and he made his way to the table and sat down. He looked over the books, each one more detailed than the last on politics of the last thirty years. If he honestly wished to do this, he'd need to get into a good university next year. Sighing heavily once more, he forced his mind to cope with the complex laws and dealings of the world. His eyes landed on his Digivice that sat near the books. It hadn't been used since the recent Armageddonmon incident and the "event" before that. Both events had damaged parts of their district. Repairs were nearly done as they had started almost days later.

"Tai! Someone at the door for you!" He heard his mother call out. Grateful for the break, Tai left and jogged to the door. He opened the door quickly to the sight of a familiar blonde standing on the other side.

"Matt, hey, what are you doing here?" Tai looked over his DNA Digivolving partner. Long, plain black jeans, plain black shirt and a dark brown leather jacket. A silver ring adorned on his fingers, a gift from Sora.

"Haven't you checked your D-terminal lately?" Matt asked quickly. Tai turned and stared at the small silver machine that sat on the table inside the door.

"Well...No. It kind of got...damaged." Tai said simply, remembering the incident. Matt frowned.

"How?" Matt crossed his arms, his jacket rising with his arms, revealing the Digivice on his belt.

"Agumon and I had a bet about who could hit a target first and his attack missed sort of...fried my D-terminal." Tai rubbed the back of his head as he laughed slightly. Matt simply groaned.

"Look, Gennai's been in touch but only to the two of us. He wants to speak to us at the old Guardian headquarters. Come on, get ready or I'll set Garurumon on you, we need to go!" Tai simply stood there, his hand still on the door.

"Any idea why he wants to talk to us?" Tai knew straight away it could only be serious if Gennai had wanted to speak to them.

"No idea, now come on!" Matt pushed Tai back into the apartment and pushed Tai into his room. A chill raced up Tai's skin, studying can wait, another adventure was surely on the horizon for him.


Painfully harsh biting cold winds ravaged anything they touched. Snow fell in sheets masking everything in white. Everything was hidden away and disguised in a blanket. Dangerously grey clouds hung casually above. Mountains of ice rose up , as if daggers were rising up to strike the sky. Hard concrete layers of snow fell rapidly trapping anyone who didn't move quick enough. Almost hidden against the back drop of the white storm, a large figure blitzed through the elements. A large, muscular white wolf, strong fur as tough as steel and as soft as wool, with blood red tribal markings, travelling at lightning speed with no problem. Strikemon, an almost legendary Digimon. His partner sat on top of him, clinging to him expertly, adjusting himself with every turning and jump with almost professional ability. He dressed simply in black combat gear, a heavy fur coat covering most of his body. A large pair of silver rimmed goggles adorned his face. William Murphy, one of the oldest Guardians and one of the originals. He protected other Digidestined and went where he was needed.

Barely audible over the storm, a small whine escaped from his coat. He pulled the large high-tech device from his coat and stared at the screen. Strikemon growled curiously. Another signal was quickly approaching. Will leaned down to Strikemon's ear and shouted.

"We got incoming." Strikemon tensed and pushed himself forward harder than before.

"Coming up on our right." Strikemon's jaw glowed a furious red, as he prepared his attack. Something on the horizon was approaching, jet black. It was moving at a thunderous speed. It vanished from sight. Will scanned the area nearby, noticing nothing at all. The jet black mass crashed through a mountain of ice right next to them that Will and Strikemon hadn't noticed in the storm. Strikemon leapt sideways as Will leapt from the white wolf before landing softly in the snow. Strikemon fired off a burning red orb that sizzled through the air.

"Red shot!". It ignited part of the black mass before a voice called out.

"Cease fire! It's me!" Both Strikemon and Will said nothing, as the jet black figure approached slowly. A smaller figure clambered off it's back and landed in the snow. A Black Wargreymon. Strikemon tensed for a second before realising it was his old ally and favourite rival. A boy a little younger than Will approached him, wearing similar but darker clothing. He was a little shorter but his tanned skin stood out against the snow, unlike Will's stone pale skin. Trace Hinata. Son of one of the original Digidestined and one of the head Messengers, a group of Digidestined dedicated to helping the Sovereigns. He and Will had been allies for nearly a year and half now, somehow always becoming involved in the same conflicts in Europe. Trace adjusted the red tinted goggles on his face. Trace pulled down his hood and ran a hand through his dark brown messy hair. He looked around before cocking an eyebrow towards Will.

"Why are you so far north?" Trace asked, folding his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the large white wolf growl as he and Black Wargreymon sized each other up.

"Gennai asked me to check on a village around here, sadly, it's been wiped off the map. So I was going to see if any Sovereign or ruling Digimon was nearby so I could get information. Gennai thinks some rebel force of Digimon are attacking villages here but there's no sign of anything. He thinks it the same group we encountered when we left Florida, the one's that ambushed us." Will moved his neck and winched as he felt something click. Trace said nothing for a short while. They had finished with a conflict in Florida when a group had attacked them and tried to take Will down. Trace narrowed his eyes, he never did hear about how Will managed to survive the attack. Trace felt something in the pit of his gut, something was wrong with Will recently and he didn't like it, but he chose to do nothing. Yet.

"Gennai wants to speak to us." Trace said simply. It was a miracle they could hear each other over the storm. Strikemon and Black Wargreymon began to fight playfully, the massive white wolf tackling the black dragon warrior.

"What? Why?" Will asked in shock. He hated meetings with Gennai, especially as he saw the Digital being on a regular basis as a Guardian. Trace shrugged and held his hands out.

"No idea, but I reckon he's sending us on another mission. Something big." Trace said as his head fell to the floor. Ever since the "Alpha" incident, Will and Trace had been non stop, working for Gennai.

"Think it could be connected to Alpha?" Will and Trace locked eyes, a chill running down their spines. The Alpha incident had resulted in a third of Odaiba being destroyed by an angry Sovereign that had been unsealed after years of imprisonment. Will and Trace had become the first line of defence along with Taichi Kamiya, by complete accident. The two said nothing , their partners crashing into the ice and snow around them. Red flames licking at the sea of soft white. A slow rumbling erupted all around them.

"What the hell is that?" Trace asked, the rumbling increased as the ground began to shake. The group splintered and cracked in hundreds of directions.

"This area is unstable, we need to move!" Will shouted over the sound of ice breaking. Before either one of them could react, the ice under them gave way and they fell. Just their luck.


His eyes searched for something in the crowded shopping district. He knew exactly what he was looking for. Someone was hiding here. He had been hunting this man for a long time. The messengers wanted this man captured and stopped. He was the reason the Messengers and Guardians were originally defeated. His name was Jack Knight. A dark Digidestined. Only one person had fought him and lived. The man hunting him. He sat carefully on the top level of the shopping district near a window. Digivice in one hand, binoculars in the other. His partner, a mega level biker with massive wings and a taste for shotguns was perched atop of another building. His name, Reaver Streak. A war torn Digidestined. He had been one of the original messengers, an elite Digidestined. He had even trained the new leader of the messengers, a young boy named Trace. His black leather jacket sat on the wooden chair he had chosen, his baggy blue jeans falling with every moment. A cool wind from the air conditioner barely moved his short black spiky hair. Something caught his brown eyes. In the crowd, standing perfectly still. A figure with a white jacket with golden buttons. Plain blue jeans. Reaver looked into the binoculars and spotted the pale skin, light brown hair and the unmistakeable characteristic of a digital being, golden eyes.

"Crap." Reaver said simply. Within seconds, Reaver was racing down the stairs of the building and into the court yard. He quickly navigated the crowd and found his way to his old "friend". The two simply stared at each other. Alex Dowski, the first Digidestined to die in the Digital world and be converted to a Digital being. A curse in his own words. Reaver caught sight of Alex's partner meeting Bleezemon. A pure white Digimon with plain jeans and wings, that resembled a Flamedramon without the armour.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Reaver asked harshly. When they first met, Alex would flinch but he was used to it now.

" Came to speak to you." Alex looked around, the wind shifting his white jacket. "I guess Jack's trail has gone cold." Alex smirked a little. Reaver stared at Alex's jacket. The tell tale sign of a guardian. Alex was different however, asked to guard the core of the Digital world. Something only he would ever understand.

"Funny. Bet you've been sat in the Digital world all day whilst I've been here stalking him around France." Reaver folded his arms. Alex almost took a step back and remembered why he was there.

"Gennai wants to talk to us." Alex said simply. Reaver's face fell. It was always bad news when Gennai spoke to them. Especially him.

"About?" Reaver asked. His voice was always harsh, especially in this mood. Alex shrugged, figuring it was safer to say nothing. Reaver glanced around one final time. There was no sign of Jack. The trail of Jack had literally vanished. Reaver turned and left, people moving away from him in the crowd. He stopped and turned,

"You coming or what?" Reaver rolled his eyes and kept going, not even waiting for Alex to catch up.


Gennai walked quickly down a dimly lit corridor in his small house. He had moved recently after it had become very damaged during a conflict between the Guardians and "Alpha". The unofficial sixth Sovereign had raised a small army and it had all buy destroyed the location of Gennai's house. He pushed through two large wooden doors and emerged in a large office, a long simple wooden table in the centre of the room. Around it sat the six Digidestined he had asked to attend the meeting. His face was older and his hair greying naturally. He watched as they all stopped talking and their eyes fell on him.

"Thank you for coming. I'm aware you all already familiar with each other." Gennai placed his hands behind the back. The six young adults had met nearly a year and half ago during various incidents. They had all fought in the "Alpha" incident as a result. It had been kept quiet from most other Digidestined that the main general of the army had escaped alive. Will and Trace had been tracking him down, whilst Reaver looked for the main Dark Digidestined. They had won, but the war wasn't over yet.

"You are all considered elite Digidestined, through your actions in Odaiba a few months ago. However, not all Digidestined are skilled enough to deal with high level threats and need help." Gennai paused, knowing someone would say something.

"Isn't that what you created the Messengers and Guardians for?" Matt asked quickly, as he turned looked across at the other four. Alex and Will were Guardians and Trace and Reaver were Messengers.

"Yes, but incidents have been coming to light that can no longer be handled by them. For example, Armageddonmon and Alpha Strikemon. Your skills and teamwork have shown you can handle them." Gennai watched as Will pressed a bag of crushed ice harder against his head.

"There is need for a new team of elite Digidestined to take on these missions to ensure the safety of the Digital world. I would like it, if you would be the core members of this team." Everyone looked around the table , unsure of what to say. Will narrowed his eyes and stared at the Digital being.

"I'm in!" All eyes turned to Tai who stood up. Matt shook his head and stood as well.

"Guess I am too." Tai clapped Matt on the back and looked at the others. Alex and Reaver stood without saying a word. Trace sighed heavily and stood and nodded.

"Like I could really say no." Then, all eyes turned to Will. He had been a Digidestined as long as Matt and Tai but had faced many more battles. He tossed the ice across the table and stood.

"Fine." Will folded his arms as he wobbled a little from the throbbing head injury.

"Good! The team shall be known as D.I.R.T. The Digital International Response Team." Gennai looked around the room. Japanese, American and one Irish Digidestined.

"I'd hate to raise a bad point, but we're a little biased." Matt raised his hand as his cool blue eyes danced across the room. Gennai nodded.

"I am well aware. That is why you will hand recruit four more members." Will, Trace and Reaver groaned.

"That means a ton of paperwork!" Will as he crashed into his seat.

"Sadly, yes. However, it is up to you now. What you do next will be your own decision, but I will alert you to any incoming incidents or anything you miss. I recommend you choose a place to call a headquarters." Gennai smiled and quickly made his way to a computer, setting up a Digi port back to the real world. Will's head fell to the table as he grumbled about something.

"William, I shall act as head of Guardians for now so you may focus on D.I.R.T." Gennai looked at the boy.

"Can someone carry him back ? He's bleeding on my table." Gennai said shyly.

"Great, a team of injured, wild haired Digidestined. Fantastic!" Reaver threw his arms up in defeat, no longer able to contain his opinion. Tai glared at Reaver. Trace and Alex moved to help the oldest Digidestined in the room. Gennai watched them, he knew great things would come from this team. As long as they didn't kill each other first.


O.C Form.

Name

Age

Nationality

Appearance

Personality (Detailed)

Background (detailed)

Family

Type of Digidestined - Chosen (Tai, Matt etc)/Guardian( Will, Alex etc) /Messenger (Trace, Reaver etc)/Rouge (Jack)

Crest/Attribute

Digimon

Rookie

Champion

Ultimate

Mega

Personality