The Digital world was calm and quiet. The lush plant life and higher trees leaned to the south, a warm wind gently pushing the leaves downward. White clouds drifted lazily across the aqua sky. Birds chirped and glided overhead. In the distance, a small village of rookie Digimon thrived in the afternoon sun.
A beam of blue fire and energy shot from the trees, heading for the sky. A very mad Greymon stomped on the ground, glaring down at a single figure. The victim was a Digimon that took the form of a human. He was completely unharmed by the previous attack. He wore black shades that were partially hidden in under spiky strands of black hair, which was a spiky, untidy mess, and slightly long. His clothing consisted of a black traveler's overcoat, a red t shirt and belted jeans beneath. His boots were black and coated in gold edging. His right hand was covered in a red, leather glove. It bore a mark of four triangles on it, with a cross of actual medal in the center. He blew out a bit of air from his mouth.
"I'm trying my best to be reasonable. Please stop, Greymon. That village has nothing you want."
Greymon snorted.
"Bah! They have data. I can absorb it and grow stronger! THAT'S what I want!"
The figure smiled.
"You don't have to get data from defeated Digimon. I will not allow such actions to take place."
"What'll you do, tiny? NOVA…!" The dino-Digimon started, mouth opening. The figure frowned and vanished. Greymon blinked. In a fraction of a second, he was on the ground, with a very sore jaw. The figure stood over the downed creature, bloody fist raised. He reached up calmly and removed the shades. Icy silver-blue eyes pierced Greymon's inner most being. His voice took on an echoic tone.
"I will not allow such action… What part of that didn't you get?" He asked. Greymon snapped upright and slashed a claw at him. The small figure lifted a single arm, blocking the titan's fist. Greymon froze. He tried to move, but couldn't summon up any muscle movement. The black haired Digimon raised his gaze. His mouth opened, revealing a glowing source of energy. Greymon flinched.
"LIGHT BREAKER!" The man said mouth unmoving. A laser of white light burst forth and sliced into Greymon. Blood splattered the ground as the body converted into code. The figure watched as a Digi-Egg formed. He placed the shades back up on his face. He resembled a younger, wilder Keanu Reeves.
"By the way… the name's not tiny. It's Chevron… asshole…"
The code vanished, leaving the Egg behind. Chevron reached down and put a hand on the Egg. He whispered a few words and the Egg vanished. It was now where all Dig Eggs should be, until they hatch. Greymon would be twice as pissed if he retained his memories, but that really wasn't that big of a deal. Chevron stood up and looked around. The crater made by the attacks was large, but easily ignored. The Digital Beast reached into a pocket and pulled an intricate watch out. The gold chain wrapped around his wrist, the Roman Numerals staring back at him.
Two hours until I can sleep… Great… He thought, pocketing the device, rolling his eyes.
Chevron started to walk through the woods, when something flashed in the corner of his eye. He looked down and saw the symbol on his glove was glowing. The Mark of Failure etched in his glove felt warm. Chevron stared at it for a second, before a spark leapt in his gaze. He smiled first, and then started laughing.
"It's about damn time!" He laughed. Energy crackled around his non gloved hand. Chevron gripped it and slammed a fist into the ground. A green pentagram formed on the grass beneath him. Time slowed down to an agonizing crawl. Birds froze in the air, the wind stopped. Chevron's hair began to sway slower and slower. A pillar of light formed from the ground, enveloping the Digital Guardian.
"Temporal Rift…!"
The beam and pentagram dissipated, the light column dispersing all around the area. The area grew quiet as the lonely wood shifted with the wind.
Somewhere, in the area between the digital realm and the real world, there laid a place in a separate dimension entirely; existing out of the spec of human sight, yet on such a close level, that it seemed impossible to gauge the true existence of anything out of the ordinary. The beings of this place were strange. Half Digital, but Half bio-form. They also had power. Lots of it.
Despite being a surprisingly powerful race, they always hungered for power. If such a situation occurred, where the power of a more advanced being was within their grasp, they'd be like flies on a carcass. The Digital World was always a target, for the raw data made their mouths water, but lately, a certain being with abnormally high strength had made several passes between the human plane and the Digital World. They decided that the next time the being made another pass, they'd feed. But for a year, the creatures waited and waited. Abandoning their plan after the power's year long absence, the creatures forgot about their plan.
One day, their target opened the door once again.
The intended target was of course, the city below, but for some reason, the wormhole from the Digital plane was torn open in the highway above, in the foothills. The night sky showed nothing but some stars and a bright moon, but the city was a cloud of yellow and orange lights. Cars and trucks rushed by on the four lane highway. During a lull in traffic, lightning burst from the cement. A figure rose from the yellow lines, depositing on the roadway. Chevron looked around with interest. A blaring horn alerted him of an oncoming truck. The headlights blinded his vision as the 18 wheeler attempted to screech to a halt. Chevron sidestepped out of the way quickly, but then dodged another car. Chevron backed up to the guard rail and tipped backwards.
"Whoa!" Chevron flipped around, gripping the edge of the railing. A long whirling noise echoed through the air. Chevron's eyes followed a black army chopper as it rose from under the overpass and aimed at him. Chevron lowered his shades. His eyes flittered between the unmarked weaponry under the body to the cloaked pilots. Chevron glared at the gun. Despite the whole vehicle being unmarked, the individual parts were still manufactured by separate companies. And only one place on the planet would guard their identity this well. Hypnos…
"Not good…"
The chopper altered course and turned to the side. A pilot leaned out of the door, hefting a scanner. A red bar of light shot forth, starting at Chevron's feet and rising up, scanning his signature. The light retracted. The pilot turned to his co-pilot, and gave the thumbs up. Chevron's eyes narrowed. A second beam of light rushed out and shot him right in the eyes. The world liquefied around Chevron as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Click…
Click…
Click…
The noise shattered the world of darkness around Chevron. His eyes opened slowly, light glaring into his eyes. He reached up to rub his eyes, when a restraint gripped his wrist. Chevron opened his eyes wide and looked over. His arm was strapped to the surface he was on, as was the other one. His feet were free, but it wouldn't do him much good. Wires were strapped to his head, beeping machines alive with sound and color. He glanced over to the left and saw Mitsuo Yamaki glaring down at him, opening and closing the Zippo lighter in his hand.
"I don't believe it… They were right." He said to himself. Chevron pulled on the restraints one last time. The metal wrinkled and bent in half like silver tissue paper. Yamaki took a step back as Chevron pulled the wires off his head, staring at the ground, frowning. Chevron finished and stared up at Yamaki.
"I guess you don't remember me?" Chevron asked, eyes unwavering. Yamaki swallowed nervously. Chevron's eyes were bottomless, icy caverns.
"I don't remember you… But I know a few kids that do…"
Chevron tilted his head and blinked. Yamaki stepped aside. A large computer was in the wall behind him, lights flashing and beeping. In a scanner, sat a silver cross, carved with intricate patterns. Chevron stared.
That's how the beacon was activated… SHE must have given it to them… He thought. His gaze drifted to Yamaki.
"I honestly didn't believe the kids when they approached me. A Digimon that can control time and space, freely open a hole into and from the Digital World, and have the power of a Mega Level or higher at all times? Imagine my shock when I found out that the Tamer Digimon had been brought back, more would be summoned by that cross over there," He pointed at the cross. "And that I had all my memory of this and the apocalypse wiped from my mind? Tell me how I'm supposed to feel?"
Chevron remained silent. Yamaki took a breath.
"Chevron… You were supposed to be dead, from what the kids said…"
"I was dead." Chevron said with a straight face. Yamaki stared at him.
"What…?"
"I. Was. Dead…… It's a simple concept, really." Chevron started. "Much information behind it."
"Enlighten me…" Yamaki spat.
"When a Digimon dies, if not absorbed, it becomes a Digi-Egg. I turned into something like that… More like a spirit really. I just got rebooted when the system upgraded, which gave me a few upgrades as well. Anyway, I couldn't come back to the human world right away. I had a new job to do."
"Which was…?" Yamaki began.
"Govern the Digital World. There are the Digimon Sovereigns, but the real guy in charge is the Digital Core. It's a special Digimon that must keep the balance in check with the laws of nature. In that little scuffle you call an apocalypse, the Digital Core became corrupted, and I had to take up the mantle. Even now, I have a connection with the Digital world."
Yamaki stared for a second, and then stood up. He went for the door. He paused and looked at Chevron.
"Well… Do you want to see the kids you saved, or not? They might just still be in the lobby. I took up the role of calling their homes after my chopper… picked you up." Chevron blinked once and sneered.
"Since when is knocking someone out with a helicopter constitute as 'picking them up'?" He snickered. Why the hell did he call them now? It's like... 10 o'clock and night... Chevron thought.Yamaki tapped his foot impatiently. Chevron shrugged and placed a pair of shades on his face.
"Sure. Let's see the brats…"