Note: This fanfic was based on a lot of ideas. I wanted to make this after reading Ruin by Soccer Dude (that and Shattered Minds by Trooper are my favorite fanfics of all time). I got the ideas to make this (based on) by/from Ruin by Soccer Dude, The World's Future by Ice Wolf17(me), my lego toys, and that's it currently. Please enjoy.
One last note. This time, I'm switching European and American spellings. American is in brackets, European is in front. Ex. Humour (Humor). Just trying it out.
1
The sky was dusty, the clouds were covering the
planet. Was there a sun? No one could tell if there was on this side of
the planet, especially a young man flying a huge metal ship. The huge ship
was coloured (colored) orange, blue, and black and was in the shape of
a shark. The bright glass window was the shark's orange and black face.
It bared it's white teeth to any onlookers, and scared everyone away except
for the one who owned The Shark. The very head of the shark, in fact,
was the actual cockpit of the flying ship.
The Shark also had two extended robotic arms. On
the end of one of the arm's was a hanging orange box. The box was connected
to The Shark powerful magnetic forces, forces that could easily pull a
car to it from miles away.
Inside the box was something very important to
the ship. It was the ship's main power source. Even if it was only a shining
silver crystal, no bigger than a hackey sack, the power source was indeed
very powerful. It packed in over a million watts of electricity power…
liquid electricity power. The power source spread throughout the whole
ship, making The Shark a very speedy aircraft.
The other arm had a very strong robot hand at the
end. The hand was in the shape of two strong clips, being able to hold
and grip onto anything.
All in all, The Shark was a very capable ship.
The pilot inside looked down below at the terrain,
searching for the famous trade ship Islander. According to all the rumors
he picked up, this trade ship was one of the best. It had the best objects
to trade with, but at expensive costs. The pilot himself didn't have lots
of money. He knew he couldn't afford anything from the trade ship, or maybe
he could… but he just wanted to take a look at all the goods the ship had
to offer.
"Ah ha.. there it is." The pilot said in a somewhat
low voice. The terrain was gray and dusty, dead brown trees were everywhere.
The wind had picked up down below, but it was the huge trade ship on the
land that caught the pilot's eyes.
He smiled and put both hands on the steering handles.
With all of his might, the pilot turned the steering handles to the left.
Without noticing himself, the pilot ended up leaning to the left at the
same time. The huge shark-shaped ship was flying lower, nearing towards
the ground. The pilot watched as everything that was below him become everything
that was in front of him. As he was a couple metres (meters) from the ground,
he pulled himself and the steering handles back to a normal level position.
The ship instantly followed the pilot's commands. The ship instantly became
level and had slowed down. Ever so slowly, the ship descended downwards
onto the dusty surface of the planet.
Clouds formed from under the ship's shadow and
was flying away from the ship's landing spot. The clouds got bigger as
the ship actually landed. The pilot was obviously very skilled at driving
his ship because of his very smooth landing.
The two men who were repairing something on the
trader ship had turned their attention to the new arrival. The gray shark
digimon looked up too at the amazing sight. The three workers watched as
the glowing lights on the ship turned off like a quick snap of the fingers.
They sighed, they expected that something more dramatic would have happened.
The three busy friends all went back to whatever they were doing.
One man sat under the huge trader ship's orange
fan-like wings. The fan-wigs could open up, with the fans facing upwards
to allow the ship to have a smooth landing and take-off. The fans could
also close in on the side of the ship, causing the fans to face the blowing
winds of the sky. The pilot remembered all of the information, after all,
internet access was a wonderful invention.
Deciding that his ship had finally calmed down,
the pilot wanted to get out of his ship and meet the workers of the trade
ship. Inside the semi-dark cockpit, the pilot sat on a blue pillow, facing
a computer screen. On both sides of the screen were keypads with numerous
keys and symbols on them. The computer screen currently displayed something
that looked like radar. The pilot could view his coordinates, the time,
the weather, where he was, enemy ships, everything.
But he didn't care about that right now. Instead,
he pressed some buttons on the right keypad. Almost instantly, the orange
shark head lifted itself upwards, and back. A whoosh of air blew out at
the same time. No one bothered to look at the pilot as he bravely stepped
out of his ship's cockpit.
The pilot was tall and slim as he stood still on
the dusty ground. He wore black windbreaker pants that were being blown
at by the wind. The pilot also had on a long sleeved, yet thin, black windbreaker
jacket. But what was most interesting that the pilot wore, was the huge
armour (armor) atop his shoulders that covered his face.
The armour (armor) was heavy and black, covering
the pilot's chest, shoulders, and head. On the head portion of the black
armour (armor) was a red visor like screen. The visor was very similar
to one of a knight's helmet. All of this was to protect one from harm,
and from dangerous landings and shockwaves.
The pilot nodded to himself, reassuring himself
that he was really in front of a famous trade ship. Finally, the pilot
began to advance forwards towards the Islander. Since most of the crew
was busy, the calm pilot walked forwards to the man who sat lazily under
one of the Islander's fan-wings.
The sitting man looked up at the owner of The Shark.
He had a black haired goatee on his face, and had black hair. His eyes
were now staring straight at the pilot, and the pilot was staring back.
The sitting man sighed and waited for the strange pilot to walk up and
talk to him.
The sitting man also had on a very old fashioned
knight's helmet. Helmet's these days were often needed to be worn by anyone.
Helmets could protect and defend against many things. When working on a
huge ship, helmets were a must. But this gentlemen's helmet was very humourous
(humorous) as well. At the back of the helmet was a huge red feather. The
pilot noticed this, but didn't let out a single giggle.
The pilot reached his destination. He stood in
front of the goatee man, who was now looking up at the young pilot's armoured
(armored) head.
"Are you part of the Islander trade ship organization?"
asked the pilot. His voice was muffled and lower than it should be, thanks
to the Black Armour (Armor). The goatee man chuckled to himself, and looked
back down at the ground. The pilot was a bit angered by the man's rudeness,
but stood still and kept calm. After a couple seconds, the man looked back
up at the pilot.
"You know, you can take off your armour (armor)
man. I mean, there's no real zombie dust flying around the air here. Nor
is there anything else that's flying around here." The young pilot sighed.
I guess he's right, the pilot thought. Reluctantly, the pilot grabbed his
black armour (armor) by the shoulders, and slowly lifted it off his head
and shoulders. The pilot shook his head a bit after removing it, then held
onto the black armour (armor) at his side.
The pilot had big, brown, and messy hair. He looked
like he was around 18, and was the average height for his age. He had part
of a blue t-shirt showing from underneath his black windbreaker. The teen
stood tall, with a serious expression on his face. His brown eyes staring
at the goatee man. The pilot looked at the goatee man and waited for him
to speak up again.
But before speaking, the goatee man stood up and
dusted himself off. He glanced over to the side to see the shark digimon
and his friend working on the ship. The goatee man chuckled to himself,
then turned back to the pilot. The pilot who's name was Tai Kamiya.
"So what do you got here for trade and sale?" asked
Tai in his usual low voice. He seemed somewhat cold and distant, but the
goatee man never took notice of it.
"Well, we have lots of stuff ranging from the best
Shock guns to the best helmets you'd ever see! We even have the most shiniest
sword around! I mean, heck, we even have antique things from the past!
THE past! We're talking about medieval times!" the man exclaimed. Kind
of sounds like a gimmick to me, Tai thought. He heard that people from
the Islander often puffed up about their weapons and such that they wanted
to sell, but Tai just hated when they overdid it. This guy was about to
pass the line.
"Oh really huh? Well, can I see them?" Tai asked.
The goatee man nodded.
"Sure, follow me up the back of this here ship,
right above the back driver's seat." The two walked out from under the
orange fan wing. The sky was still the same, like always. Maybe that explains
why everyone, including me, always sounds so dead and out of it…. But then
again, I have my own reasons, Tai thought to himself.
"Whoa, watch the fin there buddy." Tai didn't realize
he was about to walk right into one of the Islander's black fins at the
side. Tai blinked, then slowly walked around the fin.
They were at the back of the huge trade ship. The
whole ship was narrow, narrow to a point where you had to walk in a single
line only to get somewhere. But like you can walk anywhere, Tai thought.
Even if The Islander was narrow and thin, it wasn't all that tall as normal
trade ships. In fact, The Islander wasn't like any normal trade ship.
The ship's very back fins (like an airplane's tail)
was 3 times taller than any of the crew below. The ship's back was actually
only one and a half times taller than the crew, so that gave easy access
for the crew members to go to. The closed compartment and the second cockpit,
were both twice as tall as the crew. Tai looked up at the second cockpit.
It had the same orange glass that encased the driver and… something else
under it. Tai didn't care that much about what was under it, he wasn't
a very nosey person.
Looking to the very front of the ship, which was
far from where he stood now, was the main cockpit, which was in the shape
of a shark head. In fact, it was identical to Tai's shark headed ship.
This thing is so huge! Tai thought to himself. What a beauty.
On the ship were also shining knives, daggers,
and spears, which were held onto the Islander by special holds on the ship's
shell. Not that Tai didn't have any of those on his ship, but he'd sure
like one of the ones attached onto the Islander.
"Hey, are you coming up or not?" Tai looked up
to see the man was sitting on top of the back of the ship. Tai was taken
by surprise by the fact that he didn't notice the man crawl up the ship.
Usually, Tai could hear things from far away, and up close… Maybe it's
the wind, Tai thought. Deciding not to procrastinate a moment longer, Tai
was thinking of a way to climb up the ship's side.
He looked at all angles of the ship he could possibly
see to see if there was any shortcuts to reach where the man stood. The
goatee man laughed as he saw Tai's worried face. He liked to see strong
people with confused looks on their faces, it gave him an absolute laugh.
That was one of the few things he did laugh about.
When he looked back down again at Tai, nothing had changed.
He was still looking for an easy way to get up. The man decided to help
out Tai. "Hey." Tai looked up at the goatee man. He knew that look. The
goatee man had an expression on his face that could only mean he was trying
to hide his laughter.
"Near the bottom of the ship, about two feet up
from the ship's very bottom will be two hole-like cuts in the ship. Can
you see them?" Tai blinked at the man, then bent down and looked. And like
the goatee man said, there was two cuts in the ship. Tai furrowed his eyebrows,
then looked back up at the man.
"I see them." He said. He didn't want to ask about
how and why there were there.
"Well, in case your wondering why they are there,
I'll tell you. You put both of your feet into the little cuts. That'll
hoist you up to where I am. Got it? You should." Tai sighed. This guy could
be serious, and yet, idiotic at the same time.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, Tai decided
to try out what the man had suggested for him to do. Tai lifted up his
foot, and put it into one hole. He did the same with the other. Instantly,
Tai could feel he was losing his balance. But thankfully, he grab ahold
of the cushiony top of the back of the Islander. With the help of the goatee
man, Tai managed to get himself up onto the narrow top of the back of the
Islander. Tai brushed himself off of the dust he acquired from hoisting
himself up to where he stood now.
Looking up, Tai watched as the man with the goatee
now walked on a panel like surface which was connected to the rear wheel.
Tai stopped brushing himself to see what would happen. The goatee man sighed,
then tapped his shoe against the surface twice.
"Hey!" yelled a muffled voice from underneath.
Tai's eyes widened. The first thing that came to his mind when he heard
that voice was, Are the Islander's crew murderers? Tai always hated horror
stories, and instantly shook the thought off. The goatee man jumped in
front of Tai, with his back to the wheel. Tai was shaken from the goatee
man's landing, since it shook the whole darn ship!
After balancing himself out again, Tai watched
at the goatee man did something else. He bent down and pressed some button
under the rear steering wheel. A loud pop was heard. The man then lifted
up the panel the steering wheel was on. Tai peered in from over the goatee
man's shoulder.
There was a hidden compartment underneath the panel
(with the steering wheel)! The man stood a side a bit to let Tai look in
as well. The compartment was deep into the ship, and was stuffed to the
top. Tai could see in the darkness of the compartment that there WERE numerous
antiques in there! Tai smiled.
But he stopped when he noticed the digimon that
sat on top of everything! It was a miniature dinosaur with six huge claws.
The dinosaur was orange coloured (colored) and shaped like a t-rex. Tai
had never seen many digimon before in his life, and had never seen one
like this before.
"Who are you?" Tai asked. The orange digimon looked
up at Tai. Tai stared back at the digimon. He never had a grudge against
digimon, even if most people these days did. Tai just wasn't a very outgoing
person. And neither was the digimon.
"Me? I'm an Agumon. I never grew up with a proper
name, so people just called me Agumon. And Agumon is my name to today!"
the orange creature said. Tai thought for a moment. Agumon… I'll remember
that.
"Hey, get off the stuff Agum." The man said. Agumon
sighed and slowly got off of all the materials. The orange dinosaur hadn't
squished anything in the compartment, which was great. The goatee man walked
forward and bent down. He put his hands, arms, and head into the pile of
antiques. Tai just stood by, until the goatee man called him to come over.
Tai obeyed.
Tai crouched down and looked in. Almost involuntarily,
Tai's jaws dropped and his eyes widened. The stuff in there fro trade and
sale was amazing! No wonder it costs a fortune! Tai thought. They must've
spent a lot of effort and time into getting these objects, and cleaning
them up!
Inside was helmets, weapons, and armour (armor),
all shiny and new. But yet, they weren't new at the same time. The goatee
man was right, they had stuff from the ancient times! Tai didn't care what
the man would say about this, but Tai was going to take a closer look at
those beautiful objects of war and everyday life.
Reaching in, Tai felt something made of metal.
Tai put in his other hand and grabbed ahold of the object. With all of
his might, Tai tried to pull the object out of the compartment. He was
quite surprised at how heavy this thing weighed! THUNK!
The man with the goatee looked at Tai who had dropped
the object back into the compartment by accident. But that didn't stop
Tai from trying to lift the object out again. This time, Tai pulled even
harder than before. He could feel the object starting to cooperate with
him.
Then, all of a sudden, the object came out of the
compartment, knocking Tai hard onto the cushiony back of the Islander.
Tai sat up and shook his head. He stood up and lifted the yellow object
by the two handles at the side. It was made of metal, and was polished
to a perfect point.
The smaller end of the invention had a fat green
disc. It was about the size of a frisbee. Tai blinked, then took a look
at the front part of the contraption. The front end was like a megaphone,
except with out of shape honeycomb looking things.
"Hey man, what is this? Is this what I … think
it is?" Tai asked. The man with the goatee laughed and then walked over
to Tai, slapping the pilot's back. The man stopped and stood still.
"That my friend is the hottest Shock Shooter around.
It's the Shockgun. Id number is 7654-4568. Oh man, this baby can be used
as a heavy duty shock shooter, or a communicating beam, hence the main
reason of the fat green light. Otherwise, this thing is THE heavy
duty, rated numero 1….. SHOCKGUN!" Tai smirked. HOW was this thing
the best? Tai had seen mini-pocket shockguns that could shoot just farther
than a mile at max, and could shoot over 5,000 volts! Wanting more
proof to what the man just said, Tai, well, asked for proof.
"Well, this thing is more powerful up close, like
most shock shooters. BUT THIS BABY PACKS A WHALLOP! Can you say overdrive?
I mean, this thing" Tai put his hand put to the man's face. The man backed
his face up a bit, and instantly stopped talking. Tai put his hand down.
"Alright, thanks, I think I get the point.. Now
if you don't mind, I'm going to look at all the other stuff you've got
hidden away in this mini-paradise ship of yours" Tai said. Quickly, he
dug out some silver helmet with a fat red light on the top of it. Tai didn't
bother to try it on, nor would he try any helmets on. He worked hard to
get his hairstyle, and wasn't going to ruin it by washing it zillions of
times to get all the lice out from the helmets!
Lightly placing it aside, Tai dug into the compartment
again. This time, he pulled out a long sword. Tai didn't have to ask if
it really was from the medieval times, somehow, Tai could already FEEL
that it was from the ancient times. The sword itself was heavy, and very
powerful. One slice from the sword's almighty blade and you'd be decapitated,
just like that.
"Wow, this thing really is ancient…. Wow…." Tai
awed at the sword. Things like these would have costed a fortune! Unfortunately,
Tai didn't have that much money. Sighing, Tai put the sword to the side
and dug out more of the stuff that was in the secret compartment.
Tai found ancient shields with coloured (colored)
animals on them that had a beautiful silver background. He also found many
helmets with visors, and found many other interesting things. Tai looked
at all that he had dug up. That was everything that could possibly fit
into the secret compartment. Tai was surprised by the amount they could
fit in. He was more surprised at what was in the compartment.
Tai knew he couldn't afford a single thing there,
not even the knives or the spears nicely placed into their slots on the
ship's shell. Tai only wish he could have something like that…
"Uh, by any chance, are you done looking at everything
here?" Tai looked down at the mess of objects he had created. Tai didn't
respond back to him directly, but instead, bent over and picked up a helmet.
Understanding that Tai was cleaning up his mess, the goatee man decided
to help out Tai.
Within time, everything was put back into it's
rightful spot inside the secret compartment. Agumon shut the compartment's
lid closed and locked it into place. Tai sighed and bent his head down.
He really liked everything aboard on the Islander, but he couldn't afford
a single thing. He knew it. Tai, Agumon, and the goatee man all climbed
down and off the ship, walking towards the orange fan wings.
"Hey, guy?" The goatee man looked up to see Tai
looking at him. A bit curious, the goatee man asked 'What?' to Tai. "How
much does this ship cost?" The goatee man laughed.
"No one will ever buy off our ship dude. Besides,
it's way beyond your"
"How much is your ship?" Tai asked in a more serious
tone of voice. Trying to avoid answering his question, the goatee man replied
with another strange comment.
"Look man, this ship is not for"
"How much is the ship?" Tai asked again. But this
time, he asked in a more louder tone of voice. It caught the attention
of the shark digimon and the other man with the bullet-shaped helmet on.
They both turned back to their work afterwards. Man, this guy wants answers,
the goatee man thought. The man with the goatee straightened his back and
halted where he was. Tai and Agumon halted as well, and looked back at
the man. The goatee man cleared his throat, this time giving Tai's real
answer to him.
"The ship's worth about $175000 alone, not including
anything else. Knives, helmets, and everything, even the touch-up, was
done by us and is not included in the ship's total cost." Tai shook his
head in amazement. That ship was exactly worth 8 and a third more than
Tai's ship.
Tai took one last look at the ship. He knew he
couldn't afford anything, he had thought about that over and over.. but
he just couldn't believe how something like this had riches beyond Tai's
belief, and all he had was his ship and memories.
Tai sighed again and turned around. He looked back
at his ship and started walking towards it.
"Wait!" Tai stopped and looked behind to see the
goatee man waving at Tai. Agumon was looking up at the goatee man like
he was crazy. Tai waited for the goatee man and Agumon to run up, and catch
up to where Tai was. Tai then realized his mistake and slapped his head.
He forgot to show the guys what he had on his ship. It was usual for traders
to show each other what they had.
"Sorry, I forgot about showing you guys my ship…
follow me." The goatee man and Agumon nodded at each other as they followed
Tai to his beloved ship. It was a beauty.
The ship was narrow, in the ship of a shark. Hence,
The Shark. Tai's ship was almost like The Islander, except that Tai's ship
wasn't as top of the line. The three of them walked to the front of Tai's
ship. At the front was the orange shark face, which is the lid to the controls
of the Shark. It was identical to the orange shark face at the front of
the Islander. The only thing different about the shark faces from each
ship was that Tai's shark face was more dirtier. It was barely dirty, but
it was still noticably dirty. It looked like it hadn't been washed for
years. In fact, the whole ship looked like it hadn't been washed for years!
Agumon shook his had at that fact. Tai waved his
arm, leading them to the next section of the ship. The next section ended
up being the two robotic arms at the shark's sides. One led to the power
source box, and the other one was a normal grabbing arm.
Along the side of the ship were small rusty knives,
it appears they haven't been removed from their slots on the ship for a
long time. The man with the goatee nodded for no apparent reason. Then
the trio came to the Shark's end.
The end was nothing new, just a huge black tail
in the shape of a dorsal fin. And that, was Tai's whole ship. The trio
all walked back to the safety of the orange wingfans. The goatee man sat
down in his original position that Tai found him in. Agumon leaned against
the ship's side with his arms crossed. Tai meanwhile had his head hung
low. He stood in silence in front of the two friends.
The breeze began to pick up, and blew sand into
Tai's prized hair. Tai stood still, calmly ignoring the blowing wind. Agumon
was an impatient digimon, and couldn't stand the sand blowing into his
eyes, but he held in his frustration. Finally, the goatee man spoke, breaking
the silence.
"Well guy, you've got a nice ship there guy, and
you have lots of neat stuff aboard. But I'm afraid there's nothing on that
ship that has a value which is even close to any of our valuables aboard.
Nothing is close, except for your ship itself. You can probably buy something
small with your ship, or I could make a deal and-." Tai stopped him. The
teen held out his hand in front of the man with the goatee.
He didn't want pity. He didn't want to make a bargain.
Tai looked back at his ship. It was all he had left, there was going to
be no chance that Tai would trade his ship for anything aboard the Islander.
Tai depended on his Shark, he needed it to survive.
He turned back to the goatee man and Agumon. "I'm
sorry, but with all due respect, I'm making no deals. I need my ship right
now and I'm not going to give it up for a helmet or knife." Agumon bent
his head down, a bit sad that Tai didn't want to sacrifice his ship. Tai
felt confident about his choice though, and was proud that he made that
stand for himself. The goatee man sighed.
"I guess I can't really stop you from saying no
guy… but it was nice talking to you." Tai nodded as he started to walk
off towards his ship again. Tai bowed his head down, a bit tired from the
long day he had. He had been travelling around in his ship all day. Occasionally,
Tai took some breaks at broken-down bars and restaurants. He was quite
tuckered out.
"Hey.. um… wait man." Tai stopped and looked behind
him. The goatee man was standing up and Agumon stood beside him. Tai took
a look at the goatee man's face. His face looked like he felt sympathy
for Tai. Tai sighed and turned his whole body around to face him.
"What now?" The goatee man shrugged. He looked
back at his ship, then back at Tai.
"It's getting dark out. You wanna stay here overnight?
It can get quite dusty around these parts. Besides, Agum here gets lonely
at nights and wants company." Agumon looked up at the goatee man. He laughed
as Agumon elbowed him.
Tai thought about the offer for a moment, then
shrugged. What the heck. It couldn't do much harm to him, and the guy was
right.. Dust storms happened too often around here.
"Sure, why not." Agumon jumped up into the air
in happiness. The goatee man smiled. He walked up to Tai and whispered
into his ear.
"Sometimes he gets real hyper around here. So I'd
watch out for him, alright?" Tai simply nodded. The goatee man broke away
and then started walking towards the back of the Islander. He waved towards
Tai and Agumon to follow him.
The two did. They arrived at where they were earlier.
They were at the back of the ship with those two holes in the ship's shell.
Instead of climbing up this time, the goatee man went over to the tail
of the Islander. He bent down and pressed two buttons. Tai jumped back.
He heard three 'click' noises. Agumon and the goatee man lifted up what
was once the back seats of the back of the Islander to reveal a very narrow
room inside.
Tai peeked in. The room was wet and dark. The little
space itself was narrow and quite tall. On end of the room (the end closer
to the front of the ship), there sat an extra power source box. Inside
it was a brand new, ready to go silver crystal. It was very rare for anyone
to have more than one power source box for their ship. Those things were
darn expensive.
Tai widened his eyes, realizing why the man had
opened up this secret compartment in the first place! Tai looked at the
goatee man. He nodded. Tai sighed and looked back at what was going to
be his guest room.
"Well man, you can unload some of your stuff here.
If you want to, we can secure our ships together using the Fusion 4 technique
for maximum security." Tai looked at him with a serious face.
"Usually, I would accept, but I'm not in the mood
to right now…. So do I really have to sleep in there?" Tai asked. The goatee
man shrugged.
"That's really my room, but I'll let you sleep
there tonight." Tai blinked a couple times.
"Well then, where are you going to sleep?" Tai
asked. The goatee man began to laugh. Agumon chuckled along with him. Tai
just stood there and waited for an answer. The man calmed down, but still
had a huge grin on his face.
"Don't worry about us. The crew and I aren't going
to sleep any time soon. We're going to be up all night anyways repairing
our ship. So if you wake up to any noises in the night, it's probably
going to be us banging away at something here or there." Tai nodded. As
the goatee man and Agumon were about to leave Tai to his own devices, Tai
called out to them. The duo looked back at Tai.
"Just to inform you, the name is Tai." Tai said.
Agumon nodded and then pointed to the goatee man. The goatee man looked
down at the orange digimon.
"And this guy is Birt. That's Birt with an 'I'".
Birt shook his head. Agumon could be such a pain to him sometimes. Tai
let the two wander off back to work. Tai himself had some things to do.
He had to get his armour (armor) and snooze. So Tai went, got his armour,
then walked over to his ship.
Tai through his armour into the back and took out
something else. That something else was a knight's helmet from the old
days. The helmet was actually very soft and not made of metal. It was made
of a black material, with numerous vertical slits made in the front. Tai
always wore that head gear to sleep. It was a pillow, yet, at the same
time, a protector.
Tai quickly put on the knight's helmet and went
back to the front of his ship. He sat himself down in front of the controls.
The ship's master control board was making a faint beeping noise. The whirrs
and grr's of the computers running made it feel like Tai was right at home.
Tai brought up his fingers to the controls and
quickly tapped in a code and some keys. There was a one second delay, but
everything all happened at once. The blinking and beeping of the computer
screen went black for a moment. Lights in the Shark grew a bit dimmer and
the noises of the busy engines all went down to a soft whirring noise.
Tai blinked. The radar screen now displayed a blinking
message that read "security system armed". Tai nodded to himself and got
out of hi ship. The sky had turned to a darker shade of blue and the wind
was dancing around with the sand. Tai shut the lid of the Shark, knowing
everything would be safe inside. If anyone tried to rob Tai's prized ship,
they'd be in for a big surprise.
First, a loud alarm sound would be set off. A bright
light would be flashing from the inside of Tai's ship. Next, mini electric
guns and flamethrowers would come out of their hiding spots in the ship
and start a countdown from 5 seconds. After those 5 seconds, the guns would
have their target locked, the guns would be heated up and powered up their
maximum. Next, chaos would happen as bright sparks and roaring flames of
death engulfed the thief. Unless of course, they got away.
Tai shook his head. Everything would be fine. He
sighed and then walked over to Birt's room. He opened the lid and silently
crawled in. As soon as he stuck his foot inside, he could already tell
that this wasn't going to be a very fun night. Tai eventually got all of
himself into the small room. It wasn't cold anymore, it was getting warm.
Unfortunately, the small room size had caused Tai's body warmth to stay
trapped in the small area.
Deciding that he didn't need a blanket, Tai had
shut the lid of the narrow room. It was time to sleep. He couldn't see
anything in the dark room, not even a pinch of light. All he could do was
smell the damp, humid air inside the room and to feel around.
But he didn't. Tai sighed and closed his eyes.
The bangings from the outside grew fainter.. and they faded out into nothing
eventually…
Night came and all of the Islander crew was busy
banging away at their beloved ship. The only breaks they took were for
drinks, food, and talking. Everyone had red eyes, burning from all the
hours they had stayed up. Some of the crew though had it better than others
because they had drank coffee that morning.
Even if some of the crew members were more awake
than others, they were all tired and exhausted.
The sun started to come back to this side of the
planet, as it rose above the horizon. Everyone let a faint breath of relief.
They'd all soon take a good rest at about 6:00 and wake up once again at
9:30am. Agumon took a look at the watch on his arm. 5:00 am. Agumon smiled.
Just one more hour to go.
Agumon picked up his hammer in his claws and then
turned towards the ship. A nail stood out of the ship's shell, taunting
Agumon's hammer to nail it down. Agumon lifted the hammer into the air,
and then slammed it down onto the nail.
Tai woke up very suddenly inside the narrow room.
He sat up in his position and looked around. Tai could see nothing but
darkness. His heart was beating at a fast rate. Wait Tai, clam down, Tai
thought to himself. He breathed in and out, in and out.
Now where am I again?.. oh yeah…. Tai sighed. He
heard the bangings above him. Must've been somebody's rough hammering that
woke me up. He put his right arm close to his face. With his left hand,
he pressed the "lights on" button on his watch. A green light highlighted
the LED numbers on his watch.
"Hmm… 5:00 am on the dot…. Ah well… maybe I'll
try and go back to sleep for two more hours." With that, the green light
disappeared from his watch. Tai let himself fall back onto the hard floor
surface of the ship. He lay his head on the pillow and stared blankly at
the darkness above him.
He waited a few minutes. He couldn't possibly fall
back asleep again. Tai just wasn't the kind to wake up and then fall back
asleep again. Once he was up, he was up. But his body felt so tired.. so
lazy… Tai sighed again. He didn't get up from his spot, but instead, laid
there.
To busy himself, he listened to the noises outside
and tried to tell what they were. Loud banging noises were the easiest
to guess. Next thing Tai heard was the rough wind picking up. It howled
as it sweeped it's huge claws across the land.
Tai heard much more noises, from conversations
to the silent snoring of a shark digimon. Tai blinked. What to do… he didn't
want to get out of 'bed' quite yet, but he didn't want to do nothing.
Slash! Tai sat up once again in the narrow room.
He heard something outside. That noise couldn't have been done by anything
aboard the ship. SLASH! Tai's eyes widened. He heard that noise before,
and it wasn't a good one.
He quickly slammed open the lid of the room. Everyone
looked over at Tai. He was still wearing that black helmet on his head.
Tai looked past them at the ground. His eyes widened once again. It was
true, this confirmed his guess about what he was hearing.
The sand on the ground was flying everywhere! The
wind had picked up so quick, and it was quite a wind now! Tai couldn't
stand around and do nothing.
"Hey!" Tai looked behind him to see Birt. "What
are you doing up so early?".
Tai ignored Birt and looked towards where the wind
was coming from. He squinted his eyes. The source of all this wind was
coming from the rising sun. Loud engines could now be heard as they
were approaching the trade ship.
Tai tossed aside his helmet and hopped off the
ship. He sprinted towards the orange fanwings and then halted. He looked
back at a crew member who wore a bullet-shaped helmet.
"You! Where can I find a good vehicle around here?"
The man pointed to an orange glass lid above the fan wings. Tai nodded
to the man and then looked back at the objective. He climbed up the ship's
side and knocked on the orange glass lid. A man with brown hair opened
up the lid from inside of the ship and blinked at Tai. Tai didn't care
about the man at the moment, he was staring at the vehicle inside.
The vehicle was a black motorcycle with an orange
fan at the end. The front was made into a cone shape, and the rest of the
motorcycle was in a cylinder shape. The seat of the motorcycle was blue
and looked very comfy indeed. The motorcycle didn't have a steering wheel.
Instead, where the steering wheel was supposed to be stood a blue handle.
Tai blinked, then looked at the man with the brown hair.
SLASH! It was getting close.. too close.
"Can I borrow this?" Tai yelled. The wind had picked
up and had grown very strong. You couldn't hear someone unless they yelled
at you.
"S-ss-ure. Bring it back in one piece though!"
Tai nodded.
"Thanks" He wasted no time, Tai and the man pulled
and shoved the motorcycle out of it's compartment. It landed with a thud
on the ground. Tai jumped off the ship and then ran back to where Birt,
Agumon, Sharkmon, and the guy with the bullet-shaped helmet stood. They
were all on the ship, standing and watching Tai as he prepared himself
for a fierce battle.
Tai jumped up and grabbed a long antenna off of
the ship. The antenna had a green glow to it and a soft buzzing noise to
it. This antenna was no ordinary antenna, it had electrical powers to it.
Whenever the beam touched anything, electricity would flow out of the beam
and attack the opponent. This weapon was quite simular to a light saber
from the movie "Star Wars".
Tai didn't care. He held the bottom of the antenna
in his right hand and ran back to the black motorcycle. By now, everyone
was watching Tai as he was running around the ship asking for equipment
and such. Tai hopped onto the black motorcycle and panted. He held the
handle with both hands, his right though also held the electric antenna.
They were close. Really close. The sounds of motorbikes
could be heard in the distance now, and it didn't sound very good. Tai
looked down at the sand. Little purple mists were starting to mix in with
the wind. Thankfully, it was close to the ground.
Tai looked upwards and finally, he could see the
enemies. Five purple zombies were riding on motorbikes towards the trade
ship. They wore bones for armour (armor) and had the face of a skeleton's.
They were rotting to death, even if they were already dead. The zombies
were deadly and had poisonous dust that they released occasionally. Any
human who sniffed it would live for a week, a long week of torture, pain,
and suffering. They would die a slow death. Digimon would die within 10
minutes though.
Tai couldn't think about those statistics now!
He had a battle to fight! He looked down at the motorcycle handle. Nothing
to press to turn the dang thing on. He kicked the side of the motorcycle
and like magic, the motorcycle came alive.
Tai then looked to the crew members of the Islander.
He waved at them. Birt looked to his right, then his left, then back at
Tai. He thrust his arm into the air, in his hand was Tai's black knight
helmet.
"Wait! Before you go you'll need your-" Tai didn't
stick around for the rest. He leaned forward on the handle and pushed the
handle forward. The engines sparked as Tai surged forward at an amazing
speed on the black cycle!
He didn't know how fast he was going, but it was
fast! He leaned his body weight over to the left a slight bit which caused
the black cycle to turn left barely. Tai leaned over a lot and the black
cycle moved over enough to make a 90 degree turn. Tai couldn't believe
how fast he was going!
He also didn't know how close he was to the zombies.
Tai blinked and then leaned forward a bit more. His unzipped windbreaker
jacket fluttered in the air, trying to fight against the strong winds.
Tai smiled. It was time to vanquish the zombies.
Tai lifted up his right arm, praying that he could
still control the black cycle at the same time. The closest zombie roared
as it lifted up the front wheel of it's motorbike into the air. Tai's eyes
widened. As he got real close to the zombie, he closed his eyes. He held
out his right arm/hand, still clutching onto the electric antenna.
The brave brown haired boy leaned to the left,
the motorcycle turned left as well. When Tai turned left, he felt the electric
antenna hit something. He heard a loud zapping noise and some shouts of
pain. His arm felt like it was stretching because it was farther behind
Tai.
He pulled his right arm (still clutching the antenna)
back onto the motorcycle's handle. A bit afraid of the results, Tai reluctantly
opened his eyes. He looked behind him for a brief second.
The purple zombie had been thrown off his motorbike
and was lying dead on the ground. It's body was in pieces, scattered all
about on the dusty ground. An eerie purple mist started to flow out of
him.
Tai had enough. He looked back ahead to see two
more zombies approaching him. Tai held his right arm back. When he was
close enough to the zombies, Tai started to turn to the left. He felt his
arm being held back again. Eventually, it caught up with Tai after it slaughtered
the two zombies on their precious motorbikes. Tai opened his eyes and didn't
look back.
In front of him was a dark purple zombie. The zombie
grinned it's rotting teeth at Tai. Tai felt like throwing up, but he didn't.
He kept his lunch down in his stomach by closing his eyes and repeating
his battle strategy that he used on the other three zombies.
Hey, I'm getting good at this, Tai thought. When
he opened his eyes, he saw all the corpses of the zombies lying on the
ground. Tai still held onto the handle as he mentally counted up the dead
zombies. One, two, three…. Four.. Where's the fifth one?
ZZZZOOOOMMMMM!!!!
Tai looked behind him to see a shadow falling downwards
towards him. Tai gritted his teeth, put both his hands on the electric
antenna's end, and slashed at the falling things.
Tai's motorcycle escaped in the nick of time as
the last zombie and it's motorbike fell onto the dusty grounds of the planet.
The brown haired 18 year old quickly pulled back on the handle bar. Like
magic, the motorcycle stopped.
Tai was panting like crazy, but he was very proud
of himself. He had destroyed five purple zombies in a record amount of
time. He also destroyed them in style.
The corpses of the dead zombies though were gushing
out with purple blood and an eerie dark purple mist that was low to the
ground. Tai shook his head in amazement. He had single handedly killed
them all! Well, except for the last zombie, but that's just fine.
He looked upwards towards the giant trade ship
in the distant. He could barely see it, but his friends were waving at
him. Tai smiled. I'm a hero, Tai thought, I'm a hero. He quickly started
up his motorcycle and started to drive off towards his friends, leaving
the dead zombies corpses in the dust.
I'd like to dedicate this fanfic to Soccer Dude (excellent
job on Ruin!), and Fruitloop Trooper for all of their hard work. I'd also
like to send this out to the remaining Taiora supporters! (Mainly Digidestined
of Courage, Steeldramon21, Mike (The Taiora fan), and many others.)
Anyways, I'm finally done writing this! It took me so
long to write it out. Also, the ending of this chapter is really rushed.
I wanted to add more detail to it, but oh well. Perhaps I already got enough.
Right now, I'm really into writing "Rebel's Fight". Also,
I want to read/see "The Bourne Identity". It looks cool. Anyways, Keep
on writing!
Also, I hope England wins World Cup 2002 because they're
the best!
Ice Wolf17
06/14/02