OKAY! Sorry about not updating for a while. Christmas in all really got me struck back.
This part has a real mushy part in it. I am not good with mushy things, but oh well. I am aware there are errors in grammar, I will fix it tomorrow night. (CHRISTMAS DAY! )
The next two parts will be up soon after this. But my mom told me to clean the house up, so I'll be busy for a while. (TT)
PART 10!
Xchapter 10:
Year: 3041, Year of the Amulet and Stone
"Noa, your coordinates are sincere. The absolute confirmation is clear, as you are near the line of 1913. Only a few more lines and your destination will be confirmed. Be precautious of your stealth, as if you are seen in the time you will have to cross through consequences vary," Female Coordinator Surorsen exclaimed, monitoring Kiyuyas' airship waves. Every Guard and crew had a Coordinator to indicate where their positioning was during mission. Coordinators would wait until twenty-four hours passed before registering into the main Computer Indication System (or just for a short name CIS) this system was vital not only for coordinating purposes, but as well for interacting with fellow Guards, sending messages back to the home state, and many more reasons. The CIS was the most important out of many other systems used for the important parties (such as Leaders, and Judges) so to connect to other countries that were in distress, or something else.
"I got some news for you as well Noa. For one thing changes are happening almost every second these Missions are taking place. This is the newest and most shocking of them all Noa," Surorsen told through her neck microphone.
"What is it?" Noa responded through her channel.
"The Kings have all put through that once at your destination the CIS will be turned off as to not disturb the Time electronic fields surrounding the destination for protection," Suroren announced.
"WHAT! That's diabolical! Why do something so foolish it claims death like a hook? Those Kings are asking for trouble by doing this. If something decides to initial itself through both lines, then Guards and Merchants, particularly Guards, will be slain like the ending of a continent," Noa knowledgably exploded.
"I know that's how I reacted when I found out about this news. Who knows what the next insane thing they'll post out. Noa you just reached the point of 1912 be on the look out,"
"Understood. Suroren I'm disconnecting. Notify me when another notice is brought forth," Noa told.
"Yes Noa, disconnecting now," With that said Suroren disconnected the CIS, and Home Post, which was used just incase of a power failure.
Suroren look around her presence. She was in a dome like room, that was dark, but roomful. Her and six other people were in the dome, all in a capsule that looked like it was levitating. Of course it felt isolating, but every hour the inhabitants were let out for a breather.
By means the Coordinators had to navigate every action that took place during travel. So it was obviously well known to the beholder.
'Man is it going to be a long Mission…I'm not looking forward to it,' Suroren thought before walking out of her deposit.
Light shed in the resting room.
"Kiyuya, Kiyuya, wake up we're almost there," Someone said while shoving Kiyuya harmoniously.
Kiyuya tried to slap whom ever was shoving her. She wished to sleep more, dream more then she had. Bothering so suddenly was not in how she was to enjoy her time.
"OW! KIYA WHY'D YA HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT?" The person shouted. Kiyuya opened her eyes quickly, but she was too furious to know her own doing.
"WELL DON'T TRY WAKING ME LIKE THAT NEXT TI…" Kiyuya was silenced by a finger placed soundly on her lips.
Idate stared down at her. Kiyuya had never seen such softness in his eyes before, her was so serene, and it was almost a beautiful thing considering how loud and obnoxious he could be.
'Idate,' She thought only to herself.
"Kiyuya, I want you to stay safe on this Mission. I want you to know I'll always be there for you, mentally and emotionally. Know that you may find love someday, I'll let you go," Idate said. He was far to emotional for Kiyuya to think of him.
Why would he just be confessing such feelings now. Sure he was slightly more or less obsessed with her, but his true feelings never appeared.
"My hope is that you'll find a true deliverer. If not you can always burden my shoulder," Idate said heartily.
'What is he getting at? He's not leaving the Mission is he? No, he wouldn't!' She thought bluntly.
"I've honestly loved you for a very long time. Since the first glance gave a gateway to immortal love. But now I find that my love was merely just sibling love. Love that is immortal but within family."
Kiyuya became spectacle of the conceived bother. She now knew his feelings.
"Thank you Idate. I understand, the Gods say it clear. Idate, thank you, for always being there for me. But I find that I need to ask quite an indulgent question. You will still be a Helper, ready to defend me, as a Guard, at any govern moment?" She asked quizzically.
Idate smiled charmingly, "Till death do us part,"
"Understood, brother," She responded the charming smile given to her.
A beep was heard from the intercom.
"Kiyuya, Idate, we're almost at reach of the year 1899. 1900 is our prime for the time being held. Kiyuya, it is granted you should be decent before hand. Idate you should start better preparing yourself. We will be entering in the far west part of…Man-hat-tan in an equal time of now, which is in two hours. Idate you will help Guardian depart into the city. Kiyuya there should be "special" clothing near by you," Renamons' voice came.
Kiyuya searched until her eyes landed straight on at a bundle of clothing resting across the room on a stool.
"Yes Renamon, I see it. That I should change into correct?"
"Yes," Was all that came through the intercom. At that a beep went off indicating Renamon had broken off from the intercom.
"So you should start getting ready Idate. Remember that this ideal occupation will enable you to return to your original well being for an ominous amount of time. I just hope for our best," Kiyuya said standing from the bed that she had previously slept on.
Idate nodded simultaneously, "I only hope for the best as you had Kiya. I am honored to help overcome such a corrupted time. And I whether my fate says I must die during such redemption, so be it,"
Kiyuya gave a simple smirk, "Well the Idate. OUT!"
Idate gave a small salute, "Yes Sir…Miss," He joked.
Kiyuya replied by throwing a pillow at him, which in turn hit him directly to the head.
He walked out pillow in hand, while shaking his head with amusement.
Kiyuya progressed to the stool and femininely took hold of the bundle.
'Well, looks like the wait before the battle begins,' She thought.
A thought came to Kiyuya, but thinking to never mind the escaped thought, she began to take of her clothes, as to put on the "old" clothes.
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"The CIS is about to turn off. Make sure that if you have anyone to contact do it now. Mac, set latitude, longitude map for the landing. Renamon I want you to take charge on the roof with Curamon, make sure we are on track for the far western part of the location, make sure to be specific, soundly and effectively. Idate set any weapons ready incase of an attack. And along with that wire incase we incorrectly land on the specified location. Kiyuya stay still," Noa ordered to the crew. After her last demand, the crew buzzed around, taking orders momentously, they had to make sure all was perfect for the landing. Not one made a contact with anyone, and not but a few messily seconds later the computer and directory were shutdown.
All was according, to the placement that would be observed with no nostalgic. The ambience was unfulfilling to the core, and the core was not at ease. The sharp intake was hard to breech, but the orders were clear. Renamon and Curamon were already standard on the roof of the airship. Looking across the city with glamorous eyes'. Mac was carefully rearranging the map with intense precaution. Noa had put on the stealth mood so not but a single peck of paint could be seen by the naked eye.
Idate was at the helm of the roof, watching over, and ready incase of an attack or an incident were to birth.
Kiyuya was standing as told, wanting to prosperously help, but stood nonetheless as her commander stated.
"Okay, we're almost at the point. MAC, are you ready with that map?" Noa asked rambling.
"Yes, head straight for now, but ease on the steering, and hold on the engine. The gateway to the base is exactly, 55 degrees in latitude straight, and 30 degrees in longitude left!"
"Good, ok Mac, help me begin steering her 55 straight!"
"Aye!"
The airship lurched forward, shaking everyone that be in or in the digimons' case on her.
"She is in her place!"
"Good! Steer her 30 left, slowly Mac!"
"Yes!" Was his reply.
The ship shifted several yards before lurching to a complete stop.
Suddenly everything became a comical darkness. Shortly though giant lights lit up the arena that the ship lay in.
The engines turned off along with the other mechanics that built the Star.
"OK EVERYONE, ESSEMBLE!" Noa retorted after the chaos was done and over with.
The arena they were placed in sound much like a market place. Though beings were not seen, the lines gave sound in any line that connected to the main. And of any world at that, the most likely possibility was sure, probably like the market place that was on the northern reach of Rebanstl.
"These noises? The sayings about the Time line and Dimensional line are positively true," Curamon added to the noises. Her voice surpassed the market noise however. But best put that was a good thing.
"So, 1899. Kiyuya are you ready?" Idate asked imitating an interviewer, with the hand held out like he was carrying a microphone.
Kiyuya took the hint and winked casually, "It feels so nostalgic really. I love the feel of being in a new Time and having to worry about all of the future in my and other hands, yeah that's very replenishing." She said with a laugh.
Curamon and Idate joined her. Mac walked out of the main hold of the ship wiping his hand of oil.
"I checked the engine, the Star is behaving very well for such a long journey. She truly deserves a good rest," Mac patted the Skya-star adoringly.
"Kiya, I never told you, your clothes look very…what's the old term, nifty," Curamon joked about old terms.
All of New Earth hated old terms with great passion. Yet the mystery was no one knew why precisely. Newer terms that were more modern were favorable. But terms like, "nifty" were just plainly hated.
Kiyuya glared a stunning visage.
"Kidding, kidding. No harm done, besides, no one is here to outcast you!" Curamon exclaimed.
People indeed were outcast if they just about did anything that was from the far past. It was just a bad message to say anything about the past.
Kiyuya sighed, and walked along uncomfortable in her clothes.
"These are so itchy. And who knows how long I'll have to wear these,"
"For the substantial amount of time. Your Mission begins in about thirty minutes. Anything you want to do till then?" Renamon asked.
"Not really, just to make sure that we have a thorough plan,"
"Oh, we do. Certainly, but we are ordered by the Importance that we are not to tell our associates about necessary agreements," Noa told dreamily.
The Guard and Merchants stayed quiet for nearly four minutes. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a reassuring welcome.
"So, who's gonna miss Rebanstl?" Was all Kiyuya could think of.