Chevron stood outside, listening to the wind, hands in his billowing trench coat, one hand gripped on the .45 Long Colt in his pocket. His shades reflected the blue shimmering of the shield overhead, hair whipping around in the small wind. His eyes stared up at the energy shield, cutting through the sky and repelling all evil forces that Chevron could have prepared for. Chiromon watched him from the corner of his eyes, but was actually calculating busily. The kids and Digimon watched from the doorways of the Hypnos building. Chiromon turned to look at Chevron completely.
"I've gone over the specifications four times. The only way for you to get to the dimension between dimensions is to create a wormhole backlash."
"In English, Einstein. Not everyone speaks about Neutron Physics like its fourth grade material."
"Basically, cut the wormhole off at the halfway point and it should deposit you in the middle ground."
"But the transference is near instantaneous. How do I figure out the middle is gone past me?"
"You have to make a drastic adjusting tactic when initiating the wormhole. That will make it unstable, and you should feel a bumpy part in the wormhole, where the tunnel actually loops around. Power consumption is very dangerous factor now, especially because… you know…"
"Great. Throw myself into an unstable wormhole that is going to purposefully get stuck between dimensions and somehow not kill myself, that about right…?"
"Correct."
"Perfect."
"You will however need to be going at a speed matching 90 miles per hour going straight down and alter your speed and direction when told.
"And how do I do that…?" Chevron started, when he noticed that Chiromon was pointing to the top of the Hypnos building. Chevron looked up and his mind clicked.
"Oh… Son of a…"
Chiromon held the ear piece up to his head, listening to a grumbling Chevron, who stood way above everyone, hugging the railing of the roof, not apparently willing to go. Chiromon groaned and gripped his microphone.
"C'mon, you big baby! Let go of the damn rail!"
Chevron hissed over the radio, "No. That's okay. I'm staying right here."
"Gragh! You want me to come up there and push you off? Cause I won't be gentle like what the brat's are gonna do…"
"What are you…? Hey! Watch it!" Chevron yelped as he turned to see Takato and Guilmon sneaking up on him, ready to push him off. Chevron lifted his hands to push the rookies away…
…But forgot that the hands he chose to wing at them were the same hands that he chose to grip the rail with. He tipped backwards and cleared both feet off the edge of the building. Chevron glared at the two through his feet before spinning around in mid air and started to run down the side of the building. His feet crackled and shot sparks as his crisp pace shook the building. Every window he passed grew cracks and fissures inside it, making Yamaki and the kids on the ground wince. The debt he made kept getting higher and higher. Chiromon watched as he came closer and closer to the ground.
"A little faster… c'mon… a little bit more…"
Sparks of different colors formed in front of Chevron as he gathered more and more energy, his footprints now becoming two, golden streaks on the edge of the black stone and metal. He was a few hundred feet from the ground, not slowing down. The kids and Digimon looked away, not wanting to see him slam into the ground. Chiromon tensed up.
"Go! Straight and up at 90 degree angle!"
Chevron slammed his fists together.
"TEMPORAL RIFT!"
The figure of Chevron was an inch from the ground, mere centimeters from crushing him into the concrete, before the wall, and the ground below him shattered in a thunderclap. A streak of light lashed outward and vanished, leaving a single path of fire behind. The kids and Digimon took their hands from their eyes and eyeballed the damage. Chiromon turned around and spoke.
"And now for the cavalry…"
The inter-dimensional space was nothing. Not to say it didn't exist. All places have to exist or they aren't real and can't be traveled to. But this place was like an endless plane of white nothingness. (Similar the Digital Matrix Drive. - Author's Note) The strange thing was, the wormhole, normally invisible, was clearly not, a shimmering tunnel, snaking andweaving. It was like darkly colored water, in a funnel like form. It extended out, seeming to be unguided and knowing where it was going. It suddenly arched up and slammed down into the ground, shoving Chevron out, face first in the hard ground.
Chevron grumbled as he stood, flicking his glasses on his nose, pulling his gun out. The air was unbelievably thick, making it hard to breathe. In fact, each breath felt like weighted lead lined his lungs. He began to sweat. The air wasn't just making his lungs heavy. It felt like he was wearing weights on his hands and legs. His eyes flickered around, before a familiar voice came to his ears.
"Chevron…? You okay…?"
Chevron glanced around, seeing to his shock, the Tamers and their Digimon. His eyes narrowed as they began to walk toward him. His eyes clicked to the digital code view. They all were partial code, and partial bio-mass, like the Neutral. Chevron gasped for a breath of painful air and pulled his magnum up to their level. They stopped in their tracks. He pointed his gun at the one that looked like Renamon. She froze, too. His eyes were partially hidden behind his shades, but what she could see was frightening. His happiness was gone, just pure killing intent. The barrel of his gun stared back at her. Rika yelled.
"What the heck are you doing? Can't you see it's us?"
His thumb reached up and clicked the hammer back, priming the tiny power cell. A new bullet eased in the chamber. He spoke automatically, like a recording.
"All transient programs will be deleted. Surrender and die."
"Doesn't he recognize us?" Henry whispered to Takato. Chevron glared them down.
"As if killing Renamon wasn't enough, you half breed freaks take their form? That's beyond excusable."
"He thinks we're Neutral!"
Chevron gritted his teeth, gripping the gun tighter.
"No…" He whispered, trigger finger twitching. Chiromon's voice crackled over the radio system.
"They're not Neutral! Stand down!" Chevron blinked, and lowered the gun, but not by much.
"Explain. You have thirty seconds before I decide to shoot anyway."
"You and I both know that you can't do this alone. I took the liberty of giving you a set of allies. They are now bleeding through, like the Neutral on our end. There, we are the Neutral. I gave them a retrovirus treatment through special technology that alters their electromagnetic field. The now can bleed through, but only for a limited amount of time."
Chevron sighed and whirled the gun around, placing it back in his holster. The kids began to breathe again. He looked up at them. Sure enough, each one of them had a badge on them that was slightly sparking. It seemed to be made of computer chips.
"Although I'm not pleased with this, we've got no choice. I'd Digivolve to Mega now, if I were you. We may not get the change again." The kids and Digimon nodded. Chevron had to cover his ears as the sequential "Biomerge activate!" followed by the large columns of light made him look away. When he opened his eyes again, three Megas towered over him. Gallantmon looked down at him.
"Aren't you going to power up, too?"
"Yes. You can't fight like that, even if you are a Mega at rookie level…" MegaGargomon stated, pointing down at Chevron. Chevron sneered.
"Stand Back…" He warned. The three Megas took eager steps back, wanting to see his upgraded Mega form. Chevron took a stance, gripping his fists tightly. The ground shook and trembled, cracks branching off Chevron. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. In the Neutral dimension, he was the only one under the effects of the dimensions hazardous effects of difficult bodily functions. His code was under more stress than anticipated. The Tamers and their Digimon were not affected because technically, they were bleeding through. Chevron suddenly threw his arms back.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The spot where he stood exploded with light and wind.
"CHEVRON WARP DIGIVOLVE TO…!"
A figure the size of the three Megas rose from the light. It was like a giant man, but with longer, spikier hair. His cloak that he wore was embroidered with metal plates and gold armor bolts in the cloth. A giant silver cross was slung on his back, reflecting brilliant light. Steel gauntlets coated his hands, one gripping the Yuggoth Magnum, which had also resized. A plate of metal was screwed into his jaw near the neck, groaning from stress.
"Chevron Ultima…"
Chiromon stood in the center of a horribly scarred street, listening to thunder and crackling fires. This would be the second time he would see the city like this. The first time was when he was the one doing the killing, but now his darker tendencies were slightly more controllable. Chiromon sniffed the air. A pungent odor wafted under his nose.
"Hrm… Could be phosphorous…. perhaps a slightly less contingent smell… Can't be sodium carbons… it can only be… sulfur…" Chiromon whispered. As the word "sulfur" passed his lips, he leaned forward and craned his head around. A car behind him shattered as a beam of light shot through the area above his head. He pulled a fist back and circled around, lashing out with his mighty attack. It connected with his foe, making a clanging sound. The sparks and light signaled that his target had fallen. He glanced up at the fog that had tried to sneak up on him.
"I knew that the transference between dimensions, even if but a second sight bleed through, would leave this world affected none the less. Just how many compounds of atoms are you bringing over here? Some elements that don't exist here. What they are, I don't care, but I do know that the breakdown of half-compressed matter leaves the pungent odor of sulfur. You are dying."
His speech just seemed to anger the fog, but it didn't attack him, but two humans, a child and mother, who were desperately trying to flee the scene. A car lifted and shot toward the pair. Chiromon leapt by and snatched the bumper. Using his strength, he slammed the car downward into the concrete, inches from the shocked mother. Chiromon sat on the car, glaring down at her.
"What are you doing, stupid? Run!" He yelled. The pair scuttled off. Chiromon sneered. "Damn you Chevron… you affect all those around you, huh? Before, I would had let the human filth die. But now… Damn you, brother. Your goody-two-shoes attitude infects us all…" The car he was sitting on suddenly exploded. Shrapnel and fire sprang everywhere. The fog drifted over the wreck, searching for a body.
"DARK PUPPET SHOW!"
The flurry of wires and electricity shocked the fog, making it wince as the wires wrapped around it. Chiromon rose from the crater, eyes aflame, insanity filling them to the brim.
"But I am not the good little boy my brother pretends to be…"