Chapter 1: a day in the life of Carter
...so…. Remember how I said I wasn't gonna really rewrite this? ^-^;
I-I-I-I-I-IT'S FEBRUARY 14!
The day.
Of love.
…. Or loneliness because I will surely be.
Forever alone.
Hello to the followers who waited patiently for an update, and to the new readers who are pouring in simply for the lesser used pairing. I'm the host Shiftframe and though this amazing thing called fanfiction, I will be telling you the story of-
Sideswipe: LAAAME! BOOOO!
...Boi... I will cut you.
Sideswipe: you started this fic with a Fragging Author's Note! Nobody likes to read this crap! You've basically doomed this fic to failure!
Well, I've gotta thank the people who've faithfully stuck to this story like glue. Awaiting the day when-
Sideswipe: -you got your head out of your ass and actually sat down to type this thing. Man. it's been THREE YEARS since you started this fic. And it's not until now that you actually thought to continue to write this thing.
Hey, I've had an emotional few years. My best friend got married, I graduated High school by the skin of my teeth, lost my great grandfather, gained a new Baby Bro (the first in the family), had a litter of german shepherd puppies (who destroy everything), visited Disney World for the first time, pulled an all-nighter the day before halloween to finish a kick-ass homemade costume (twice), got a driving permit (but not a license because PROCRASTINATION), discovered that I am Lactose intolerant (sadly), flipped a few ATV's, sewed some clothes for the first time-
Sideswipe: at least half of the readers skipped that last paragraph.
GET OUT OF MY INTRO!
PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING: this story contains my original character Carter Clark, who is a dimensional guardian. A D.G.'s job is to correct mistakes cause by dimensional distortions and/or manipulations (Ex. The infinity stones from the Marvel multiverse find their way into the DC multiverse).
Therefore, there will be multiple Snippets from other realities such as Marvel, DC, Bleach, Ouran Highschool Host Club, etc., as Carter is still doing her duties despite her unfortunate circumstances.
Carter is also the Ruling queen of the Digimon in her home dimension (which is directly parallel to the Transformers dimension that this story takes place in). There will be more moments about the Digital World than Carter's dimensional travels, as the Digimon side of things actually plays a part of this story.
Carter is also very Mary-Sue. Not because I wrote her that way, but because over the course of her life she's become that way. Basically, if she's not Mary sue, people die. A LOT.
This story is actually very complicated if you think too hard about it. So try not to think too hard and get a headache ok?
Getting to the point, this story mainly focuses on the Transformer side of things, but will dip into other realities every once in a while. Most of the info that I utilize in Stupid Praxian Protocols can be found via Google search. However, Don't be afraid to ask me for definitions or explanations via reviews if you cannot find a definition. If such a request of info is asked, I will reply to the reviewer, then I will post the review and answer on the next author's note. And Carter is Mary Sue because no Mary Sue = DEATH
Now listen well, because i'm only doing this once.
*deep breath*
DISCLAIMER: everything belongs to whomever created it. Anything you recognize as transformers belongs to their owner Hasbro, same rule applies for basically everything else. The things you may not recognize might just belong to me, or some other fanfiction-eer in some cases.
Enough talk, let's get to the fun!
Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Fetching a Gift
"Get down!
Get up again.
Come on,
Come on,
move!
Get down!
Get up again.
Working here with overtime."
(Cash Cash - Overtime)
My head bopped to the tune as I sat in a moderately comfortable chair, my fingers tapping away on my digital tablet as I worked on the paperwork sent to me by my digimon advisors.
Though the dozen or so packets that they sent me was nothing compared to the hundred others that they did themselves. I had confronted them a few years back, a few months after the defeat of the Digimon Demon Lords, about the lack of paperwork I expected when I accepted the role as queen of the massive digital world and everything in it. The digimon would accept no other to rule except the Soul Successor of the previous queen.
Considering the fact that the last group had tried to rule the digital world by enslaving most of the population with a slavery code, I didn't blame them.
I hesitantly accepted the role with an explanation that was broadcasted to the entirety of the digital world.
"I am a human. My friends and I are from the human world, despite the fact that our souls contain the imprints of the great digimon that held the positions that are being offered to us." I gestured to my fellow humans, "We have lives in the human world, and we can't just leave them. For example, I own a large company that once belonged to my parents. They are deceased, However, and I intend to keep everything that they have build alive by taking over once I become of age.
"Speaking of age, my friends and I are still children. excluding Raphael, as he is two year from being considered an adult in the eyes of humanity. We do not mature as fast as digimon are able to, as such, I have a lot to learn in order to be the queen you wish me to be. I will make mistakes… but from them I will learn, until I eventually am able to properly lead. I ask that you be patient with me while I learn about my role in this world. And I, In return, will do my best to bring the digital world back to the days when my ancestor Hikarimon ruled."
I bowed toward the mass of beings below me in the largest square of the kingdom, "I want to say thanks to you all. Without your help, we would not have been able to free anyone from the clutches of the Digi-Demon Lords, let alone win the war. So…" I trailed off awkwardly, not really knowing how to end my impromptu speech. Most of it was rambling really, I was only thirteen after all.
A laugh sounded behind me as my dear friend Tessa (age 13) flew forward, revealing herself to the crowds and the digimon broadcasting the speech, "So thanks a lot!" she cheered, her short blond hair dancing in the slight breeze that graced the balcony.
Another laugh sounded as Jasper (age 12), a dark skinned boy with augmented baby blue hair, also came forward, slinging an arm around my shoulder, "yeah! It's been a blast!" His partner, a Veemon by the name of Zero, raised his fist from his place on Jazz's shoulder.
"An adventure for the history books!"
Lucy (the youngest of our group at the mere age of 6) didn't hesitate to come forth as well, shyly waving at the crowds and squeaking a "thank you" before flinging herself into my side to hide from the stares. Blackwargreymon, one of Lucy's many partners, stepped forward to stand protectively next to her; BanchoLeomon followed suit, but nearer to Tessa.
One by one, my friends and their partners joined me in the spotlight. Thanking the citizens for their help and laughing over the fun moments we had in the darker times.
Orion (age 15) smiled gently as he and Knightmon joined us, standing behind me as he stood 5' 11'' to my 4' 9'.
Katherine (age 14) came over with a stoic expression; her partner, Kudamon, was resting around her neck like a scarf, raising his head to nod at the cheering crowd of digimon.
Ai (age 12) had whipped out her trusty camera and was snapping pictures left and right from the back of her partner Silphymon as they strode forwards. Ai's legs had been injured in the final battle and she was still technically on bed rest, but that didn't stop her from asking Silphymon to give her a piggyback ride to the gathering.
Raphael (age 16), despite protesting Ai's choice to join the rest of the group, had not stopped her from attending, even going as far as to actually help her when he could.
However, he did ask a Tapirmon if they had anything similar to a sedative here earlier when we were in the medical wing. Next time I saw him, he seemed a bit more confident and smug.
Lord help Jasper and Zero when they find out he found the equivalent of a tranquilizer gun and had it on hand…
Andromon, Raphael's partner, curiously followed Raf as they progressed to the front. The whole time scanning Ai to make sure she gained no more injuries while she was moved.
Ben, my mischievous little Impmon, had hopped atop my head, ruffling my augmented snow white hair that the Lilymon handmaidens fretted over prior to the gathering. I laughed, the awkwardness leaving me completely at I pulled him down with my free hand.
"Rascal." I told him affectionately, scratching his tiny little horns.
"I'll keep being a rascal if I can keep being your partner." he responded cheekily, his voice thick with a brooklyn accent, "besides, the benefits outweigh the negatives."
"wait. What's that supposed to mean?!"
The others laughed at our bantering, laughing even harder when I freed my hand from Lucy to tickle his sides. Ben -in a very unmanly fashion- squealed before leaping from my arms to the shoulder of BanchoLeomon, he then proceeded to blow a raspberry, believing himself to be safe atop the mega. I smirked as the lion mega simply grabbed impmon by his scruff and tossed his flailing form back to me.
I reached out to catch him, but one flash of light later hand me dodging, taking Lucy along with me. Ben's champion form of Wizardmon laughed as he rose from his place the floor.
I laughed uproariously, striding to his side and giving him a side hug, "Never change."
The crowds, after observing our interactions, cheered louder.
"Long live the Digimon Guardians!" someone cried. It caught on, and soon the whole square was chanting the phrase. I blushed hard under all the attention, as well as lucy; the rest were a bit uncomfortable, but showed barely any hint of it.
"You're gonna have to get used to it Carter," Seraphimon told me from his place on the balcony, "you will be ruling all of this after all."
I laughed quietly, "Yeah well, Give me a few years and maybe I will."
And I did get used to it.
...eventually.
Nine years have gone by, and each of the digi-guards, even Lucy when she was old enough, had eventually taken to the roles of lords and ladies of the lands that their digital ancestors once held.
Tessa: the Lady of the Mistful Mountains. (home to most Martial Art based digimon)
Raphael: Lord of the Western Springs. (An area known for its rejuvenating water and rare healing herbs)
Ai: Lady of the Skies. (Complete with literal floating cities and "Light Farms")
Katherine: Lady of the Red Forest. (Digital Redwood trees the height of skyscrapers and sometimes as thick as the empire state building. No joke.)
Jasper: Lord of the Sapphire Ocean and it's Jeweled Islands. (The biggest ocean in the Digital World and the climate varied Islands scattered among it.)
Lucy: Lady and protector of the Rebirth Tree and it's surrounding town "Emberton." ("as the reborn embers of past digimon catch fire and light their own future.")
And Orion: Lord of the City of Ore. (an underground city known for it's vast number of ore mines, rare materials, and glowing crystal caverns)
While I technically presided over the entire D.W., I usually focus on the capital of the Digital World, Crystal City. It was home to my ancestor's castle when she was the queen.
I now hold that title.
It has its pros and cons.
I smiled as I continued to tap away on the tablet, the current paper I was working on was going to authorize the Department of Transportation to place warp stones at the northernmost island of the Sapphire Ocean and the Red Forest.
"Here you are my queen." a rough voice grunted as a weregarurumon brought over a large chunk of the rare and durable Obsidian Chrome Digizoid. His clawed hands scratched lightly on the hard metal as he dropped the chunk on the much frailer table.
My left hand shot out to catch my satchel as the metal table collapsed beneath the weight of the heavy metal, it's legs crushed by the weight of the digizoid. Weregarurumon's jaw dropped as I safely lowered my legs to the ground. His mouth audibly clicked shut, his fur rising in panic as he began to try to fix it.
"Leave it." I laughed, tugging my ear phones out and brushing nonexistent dirt from my legs, "the table's not bouncing back from that."
"I'm very sorry your majesty!" he said in an unmanly squeak, a one-eighty difference from his usual voice, trying one last time to fix his mistake.
"Don't worry about it." I assured, moving to the piece of digizoid. I dropped the opening of the bag onto the chunk, the metal instantly vanishing into the orderly abyss of the subspace in my bag; The bag was then effortlessly slinged on my shoulder, "it's not the first time that's happened. Actually, the first time that happened, my feet got crushed."
The bipedal wolf paled, probably imagining what happened to the fellow who inadvertently harmed the queen.
I walked over to him and patted his shoulder, "don't worry about it. Really. This won't be the last time it happens. Just make sure it doesn't happen again ok? We wouldn't want any rookie or in-training digimon to get hurt now would we?"
He shook his head, replying with a firm "No your majesty."
I smiled, "good." I wrapped the earphones around the tablet and tucked them in the satchel before bringing my right hand forward, "thanks for getting the digizoid for me, I know how much of a hassle it is to convince the Digmon and Drimogemon to give up their stock without GrapLeomon around."
Weregarurumon shook his head, "it's an honor to serve my queen." He did not reach to shake my hand in return.
I sighed. Nine years later, and still no cure for the Omega Coding has been found. The digimon affected by the coding can't refer to me by any causal title, let alone my name. It makes them extremely submissive to any of the Lord and Ladies of the D.W., including the Demon Lord's that tried to force their will among my people. According to a Renamon messenger, the Omega coding acted out the most when carriers were around me. "Regardless, I am grateful for the help."
I pointedly shook my hand from its extended position. The wolf stared at my hand, before tentatively reaching for it with his paw. With great patience, I waited for him to gently grasp my hand with his own before shaking our joined hand and paw up and down. "I hope your day is bright, and full of life."
Weregarurumon smiled slightly, "and I hope the sacred tree guides you true."
We released each other's hand/paw and I turned to exit the room. But before I left, I stopped to give the bipedal wolf some advice: "you should probably take that table to the recycling center before GrapLeomon gets back and notices."
It was funny to watch him quickly lift the crushed thing over his shoulder and sprint from the room like the devil was after him. One of the messed up legs ended up being dragged against the ground, resulting in a horrible screeching noise. It didn't help me suppress my laughter for his sake.
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I hummed to the music in my earphones as I flew through a green tunnel. The "green tunnel" being one of over one hundred different portals that connected to the real world via internet connection. It allows my team easy transport all over the real world when situations call for it.
While warp stones in the Digital World allow for instant transport between locations, these Data Streams requires a physical time of about five minutes. However, it takes about thirty "real life" seconds to make the trip
Each portal shifted to another connection daily, and it took about three days for it to reconnect to its original point. Thankfully Raphael, the Research & Development digimon, and I were able to find a way to force the data streams to link with specific connections on demand.
I was nearing a bright light, signaling the end of this trip.
My lips grew into a giddy grin as I prepared myself.
It got closer.
"Here…"
Closer…
"We…"
NOW!
"GO!"
I passed through the light, and found myself soaring through open air.
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It was a bright sunny day in the Nevada desert, and a few people found it to be the perfect time to do some racing.
Or should I say, giant ass robots.
Wait.
Don't call them robots.
They'll be offended and correct you and quite possibly never speak to you again.
Anyways, the soldiers of a nearby base had set up camp near the makeshift raceway. Men, women, and a few bots lazing in the hot sun as they waited.
For the chaos.
Within an incoming dust cloud, three bots were head to head. A silver Pontiac Solstice, a red Lamborghini, and red and flame decal sports car were trying to run each other off the smoothish road of the dirt course and onto the rougher terrain. A Yellow and Black Camaro was close behind, looking for a way to pass without driving on the rough dirt. A mile back was a black GMC Topkick, mentally kicking himself for being baited into racing, as the losers would have to do one task for the victor.
Ten miles back, a forest green jeep had stopped racing to inspect a few cacti that weren't native to the area. He could care less about the race, finding out why the cacti were this far north was more important.
"Give it up bots!" Hot Rod boasted over the radio, "we all know that I'm winning this!"
"As If!" replied sideswipe, "when I win, you will all be my slaves." he cackled as he gained a foot.
He was cut off by Jazz, who had pulled ahead a bit and slightly turned toward the red sports car, forcing the twin back, "Y'all 'er gonna hav' ta beat meh firs'."
They sped through the dust cloud, two miles away from the finish line.
But now one of them had a passenger.
"What're you guys doing?"
All three cars swerved, before breaking to an unsteady stop. The dust from the ground was violently stirred as the bots instinctively breaked. The surprise passenger, due to the laws of motion, kept moving forward at 70 miles per hour while the rest slowed down.
They were flung out of the newly made dust cloud.
"Slag!" Jazz gasped as a familiar body was flung forward, transforming to his bipedal mode before rushing out of the dust.
"What the frag was that!?" Hot Rod exclaimed. Being one of the newer bots to earth, he didn't know about the normalities that occured around base, and therefore had no idea of the shenanigans that certain people got up to.
Sideswipe laughed, "Oh that was Carter pulling a prank on Jazz, he's a paranoid fragger when she's around."
"...Is he her Guardian?" Hot shot nervously asked.
"You bet." Sides confirmed, only to rev in shock when the Sports car spun it's tires, turned itself around and shot off like a bullet in the opposite direction. He activated his internal comm and connected with the fleeing autobot, "Dude! Where are you going?!"
"I'M GONNA DIE!"
Sideswipe would have blinked if he was in bipedal mode. However, he was not.
And he was extremely glad for it when two seconds later, a silver blur flew by. Humorous laughter ringing behind as the saboteur chased after the screaming flamed bot.
Sideswipe turned to the source. Carter was in what she called her digimon hybrid form. Containing some of the characteristics of her digimon form, she had white hair, wolf ears, paler skin, and blue markings across her face. Her face was flushed as she laughed, eyes bright with hilarity as she watched her official guardian drive away.
The red twin pulled up carefully next to her, "is Jazz really that angry?"
The Digital queen cleared her throat, waving away the leftover giggles, "Nah, he's just playing. Not that Hot Rod knows."
Sides cackled before opening his passenger door, "get in kid. I gotta race to win."
"Dude. we're basically the same age." Carter argued, her ears in an agitated position as she slid into the passenger seat.
The mech closed the door with a laugh, "Hang on tight," the seat belt slid over her chest snugly, "we're going fast."
With a sharp rev of his engine, sideswipe gunned it; Carter cheering gleefully as they went zero-eighty in 2 seconds. In to time at all, they arrived at the finish line. The frontliner slowed his speed enough to smoothly transform as he flew over the finish line, catching Carter as she flew out of his torso.
"WHOO! Who's the champion! This mech! That's who!" the red lambo boasted, gently setting Carter down so that he could do a victory dance. It took him until he was half way through the choreography of gangnam style to realize that nobody was cheering with him. A few smiled sheepishly as the front liner as he realized that they were already celebrating with someone else. A certain bug.
"Well Mr. Goof. Nice of you to join us today." came an elderly voice originating from Bee's Radio. The movie audio switched to a song by Queen "bzzt- Weeeeee are the champions, my friends" the scout pointed over at Sideswipe, comically wagging his finger to the rhythm "-bzzt- 'sides -bzzt- is the loser, and we are the champions! Of the woooooooorld!" he ended his act by raising his arms up into the air, showing off his mechanical muscles to the viewers who cheered when he finished.
Sideswipe kicked a nearby stone in disappointment as he watched the black and yellow victor celebrate, "damn," he muttered, "he must have passed me while I was distracted." He turned to his observing companion, "this is your fault you know."
Carter blinked, "what did I do?"
"You distracted me from the race."
"Bull-crap. I did no such thing."
"Yes you did. Now I have to do a task for Bee!"
"Were you smart enough to apply limits to this bet?"
"...no."
Carter shrugged, a smirk on her face, "then maybe you should have thought twice before you took up the challenge?"
Sideswipe groaned as his processor began thinking up all the ways that bumblebee could humiliate him. And he would have to do it! Or suffer the consequences….
He thought back to his live on cybertron, and all the pranks that he pulled on the scout. After sitting in silence for three minutes, Carter concerningly asked, "what are you thinking about Sides?"
"Shhhhh." he whispered, "I'm having a flashback."
The Dimensional guardian quirked an eyebrow, her concern dead in the water, "flashbacks don't work like that."
"It does for me." He replied stubbornly, still staring out into space.
"Well good luck with that." she snorted, turning on her heel, "I'm gonna go give my congrats to Bee, and then visit a certain medic." As she walked away, Sideswipe gasped and dramatically called her a traitor as she gave bumblebee a high five as she passed him. She didn't turn back when he suddenly stopped whining, so she missed the look that Bee sent the red twin. It was full of smugness, anticipation, and revenge.
Sideswipe gulped, suddenly feeling as small as the humans.
"I'm gonna die."
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Carter walked into the large room with a raised brow. She had just come to the medbay to drop the Digizoid metal off only to have the stench of burnt food fill her nostrils. Cringing slightly, she followed the invisible stench lines to the source.
Which turned out to be a frustrated couple attempting to rig a solid holoform.
The Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots was currently in his car form, his holoform activated. His girlfriend and assistant was using a modified scanner to do god knows what, and her adopted sparkling was perched on her shoulder. They were arguing about whether or not the electronic frequency between Ratchet's physical body and the holoform had anything to do with making a solid-form.
With a sneaky grin, Carter snuck up on the CMO's Alternate form, hoping he was distracted enough by Cynthia, his girlfriend, to notice her presence. She made her way over to some crates full of a substance known as synergized energon, or Synth-En as Cynthia dubbed it. Facing the cybertronian medbay door I used some Metal Bending (courtesy on the resident Avatar in my head) to push it open slightly. Just enough for it to make some noise when it automatically swung shut.
As soon as she released the pressure holding the door open, she quietly, yet quickly, spun to the Rescue Hummer; a tiny bolt of lightning jumping from her hands to hit the cybertronian's aft.
The neon green Ambulance physically jumped from the ground, releasing a loud, startled honk as his holoform abruptly shut off, his real self immediately transforming into his bipedal form. His stormy face immediately scanning the room for the perpetrator or anything out of place.
At that moment, the closing door squeaked as it swung slightly inwards, before swinging slightly out once again. To Ratchet, it looked as though someone holding the door open had just fled.
With surprising agility and not-so-surprising speed, the medic had crossed the large room and stormed out the door, the hunk of metal slamming against the outside wall as he went. Some yelps emanated from the humans occupying the hallway, more likely startled by Ratchet's sudden emergence as he scrutinized the hallway.
She couldn't see all that far into the hallway, but the sudden noise of a squeak registered in her ears, followed immediately by retreating footsteps as Ratchet left the doorway, taking off after the bot who made the noise.
"...Aaaaand there he goes." Cynthia deadpanned, scratching the chin of the giggling sparkling on her shoulder as she gazed at the spot her boyfriend once stood
"How a bot that old is able to run that fast, I will never know." Carter called out, stepping out from behind the crates. Cynthia showed no surprise, already knowing that the Guardian was there.
"Oh come on, he's not that old." She defended, pulling the sparkling from her shoulders after she almost fell off while reaching for a stray tool.
"He's the oldest of all the bots currently on base," the digital hybrid started, using her hands to emphasize, "even Ironhide, the second oldest, is centuries younger than Ratchet when-"
"OK, ok, I get it. I'm dating an older mech."
"No, an old mech. Not an older mech. Saying that he's an "older" mech insinuates that he'd still be able to catch all the femmes if he tried."
"And yet he has me."
"You liked him first, not the other way around. So it doesn't count."
"Doesn't count my arse! Have-" she cut herself off, reaching up to press a hidden button on Echo's helm. The sparkling whined as her sense of hearing was shut off, but made no effort to try and turn it back on; she clung to her adoptive Danni as her only means of sight was greatly hindered. Cynthia continued, "Have you seen his holoform's ass? For what you call an old man, it's pretty damn nice."
"Considering that my holoform is a direct representation of my physical form, I will take that as a high form of complement."
Cynthia blushed as the Mech himself made his return known. His faceplates were arranged into a smug look as he re-entered the room, Echo felt the vibrations in the air and turned to see her favorite mech. She squealed, reaching expectant servos out to the medic, whom gently scooped the young one from his Danni's arms.
"Hi'ya Ratchet!" Carter greeted cheerfully, "having fun terrorising the base's population?"
"'Terrorizing' is a strong word. More like… ensuring the base personel's compliance when it's their turn for maintenance." He corrected, the look in his optics sending the slightest chill up her spine.
"A 'Check up' Ratch'," Cynthia corrected, "it's called a 'Check up' for us humans." she was still trying to tame the rush of blood that continued to swirl her cheeks.
Ratchet playfully grumbled about the human's obsession to give things overly simple names, before zeroing in on Carter's satchel, "does that contain what I believe it does?"
"Yup." the queen chirped, reaching into her bag to find the digital metal. She frowned when she instead pulled out one of her Grav-Boards. She placed it back into the bag and reached further in, feeling around. When she couldn't immediately find it, she pulled her arm from the opening. Cynthia and Echo watched in fascination as Carter put the bag on the floor and then proceeded to shove her entire head into the bag. Her torso turned and curved as she looked around the subspace, before she came back out. She turned to the expectant CMO.
Raising a finger, She lightly pointed at him, "I'll... be right back," she said before turning back to the bag and straight up diving into the thing.
Cynthia gasped when her friend disappeared into the tiny bag, the lining of the bag expanding to compensate for her size before contracting back to its regular width.
There was silence in the med bay, the medic waiting impatiently for Carter to return with the promised refined digital ore. Cynthia named off some of the sounds that knocked at the quiet ambiance.
Echo's coos over one of the toy tools that Lennox had gifted to her on her spark day earlier that month.
The vent system hummed as it cycled fresh oxygen in.
The low murmur of people who went about their tasks from the hallway.
The thuds of peds as the bots patrolled their routes.
The percussion of noises made the room almost peaceful.
As though time could pass by without saying a word.
It was nice.
.…
Cynthia couldn't resist.
"Carter was the one who zapped you earlier."
"WHAT!"
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I walked through the vast aisles that segregated my bag, searching for the large chunk of red metal that for some reason refused to heed my call. Humming any tunes that crossed my mind, I navigated myself to the center of the large bag. One could compare the space of the bag to a large warehouse; or to the few geeks out there, to the fictional Warehouse 13.
I was waltzing down the aisle that held items that I obtained during my adventures within the Wizarding world of Harry Potter, when I had spotted an Item that would greatly help in my search.
With a slight laugh, I picked up the wand that I had custom made. Comprised of wood from the Tree of Beginnings in the Digital World, some metallic dust from the Matrix of Leadership, a strand of my hair, and the feather of my partner and friend Beelzemon (nicknamed Ben because his name scares people), this little baby is the only wand in the entirety of the Harry Potter world that I can use.
Mostly because the energy that grows within me tends to blow up anything that tries to control it.
Except me of course.
I still feel kinda bad for Ollivander….
I placed the wand flat against my palm, "Point Me to the chrome digizoid."
It spun rapidly in my hand before pointing at the 3 O'clock position. With a grin, I grasped my wand tightly, and then began to run toward my target. After twenty rows, four shelves scaled, and falling on my ass after miscalculating a drop, I found the metal in the arms of a stowaway.
A niffler.
He seemed to be having issues stuffing the Digizoid in his pocket dimension pouch, the data fighting the influences of the creature's natural magic. He must have attempted to roll the thing, because there was a dent in the floor an inch away from where the metal was now.
I'm actually quite impressed.
The metal is forty times its size and five hundred times its weight.
He's like 15 pounds!
As soon as he saw me, he stood defensively in front of the chunk, Most likely claiming it as his own.
"Well hello there little guy." I cooed, getting on my knees in front of the collector. "I see that you have the metal I was looking for. May I have it back?" the niffler shook his head, Pointing to the chrome digizoid, then his own chest. He was clearly staking his claim.
I bit my lip in thought, looking for a way to get the metal back without upsetting little guy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Melody crystal.
My lips turned up as I reached for it. It was the third most traded item across the digital world. Harvested from the caverns connected to the City of Ore, one of the five great cities of the Digital World, the magical crystals lit up and made noises when you played music near them. Many pillars of my castle at the capital we're made of them, and they always light up when I am there, kind of like the Queen of England and her flag.
I offered the crystal to the little creature, " here, you can have this if I can have that back." the little being looked between the Chrome digizoid and the crystal, wanting to keep the metal, but clearly wanting the crystal too. I smiled kindly at the magical animal, "it's a special Crystal. It lights up when you play music near it." I pulled the crystal close to my face, "Here, watch."
I whistled a low note and the niffler watched in Fascination is the crystal glew red. Next was a high note, it proceeded the glow blue. As soon as I saw the niffler entranced by the crystal, I began to whistle "Ode to joy." the niffler watched in fascination as the as the gem began to cycle through the colors of the rainbow along with the melody.
When the song came to an end, I held the Melody Crystal out to him again. "trade?" this time, with little hesitation, the niffler reached to take it. Before the little one grabbed it, I sent a shot of my energy through the crystal. The energy went through the crystals inner structure and nullified the data, this would allow the niffler to put the crystal in his pouch without any resistance.
He snatched the crystal away, quickly tucking it in his pouch. Sniffing at the air, he glanced at me for a second, before scurrying off.
With a small from, I walked to the chrome digizoid, "note to self, call Newt and see if he can take the niffler. Perhaps it'll get along with the one that he already has…"
With a grunt, I forced my hands underneath the chunk of metal, eventually getting it over my head. The portal into the satchel then appeared above me, and with another grunt of effort, I lobbed it through the opening. I after it was through, I hopped out myself.
"Ok Ratchet my Mech, here's your- WHOA!" My legs bend under me as I dodged a flying blur of silver. A clang of metal told me that I had just dodged a wrench.
The pressure of rage that emanated from its source however, told me that it was the autobot medic that threw it. I took a long glance at the CMO, before turning to the only other sentient being capable of articulate human speech, "...you freaking told him didn't you."
Cynthia put on a look of Innocence, "I absolutely did not, Ratchet just checked the cameras."
She was obviously lying, because the Digimon would have erased any evidence of myself automatically as per my instructions.
"CARTER!" Ratchet obviously doesn't appreciate us talking about him like he was not there.
I nervously looked at the medic, then glanced at the electronic clock above the door. "Oh would you look at the time! Heh, heh. I was supposed to meet Prowl ten minutes ago. So… I-GOTTA-GO-BYE!"
I dodged at least fourteen wrenches while I sped out the door, nearby soldiers laughing as the medic cursed my existence.
Cackling madly as I sliced a lucky wrench in half, I escaped the wrath of Ratchet the Hatchet.
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One down, the rest of the story to go. XD
