- Network History -
"It was a fast raid," Investigator Roberts started. "They grabbed only the easiest to transport power generators and only a minimum of supplies to run them. High security areas were ignored along with anything that would have needed to be disassembled."
"One notable thing we haven't recovered from the other locations is a rather large quantity of elemental stones," Jack added with Strangle sitting curled around him. "If they had those on hand to help with evolution development then it would explain why they didn't go after more of the stored supplies in favor of additional generators."
"The big problem is that they were able to get out after we locked down normal travel using the Dark Network," Gazimon added. "Which means that we can't trap the Champions anymore, and with how long getting them into a state to capture takes that makes our new orders regarding them a lot easier to follow," he continued with only a hint of disappointment.
"Just fighting them off isn't an option?" Strangle asked looking to her brother's team rather than at Roberts. "Or cutting the cable?"
"Power generators as a target means they are looking to make more Hackware, and given how many they got they want to do it fast," Serperior answered his sister. "From what we recovered of their notes we are looking at just weeks for them to replace their Rookies. The crate of stones they took can run most of those for at least a month, let alone whatever they had beforehand. They have time to get enough forces to guard their way out."
"So we might have enough time for me to turn back before we need to fight again?" Vibration asked sounding a bit relieved. "Not to say the Grass type is bad or anything," he quickly said remembering how many plant pokemon were present.
"Being back to your proper type is nice," Grant said nodding, earning a sigh from his trainer as Quagsire seemed to seriously consider returning him.
"As long as nothing has gone wrong with it you should be back to normal before they risk another attack," A-0 replied from one of the terminals setup for research purposes. It was still totally focused on the data recovered from the node and working out how to setup a secure site for their own attempt at reviving part of the Dark Network. "Sadly we are now waiting on them hitting more sites to track them down. Gazimon's trace hasn't been found yet, and they have reconnected with that location."
"I'll need to get our fragment of the Dark Network working again before I can figure out how many sites we need, but it is going to be at least three," the rabbit digimon continued. "Are the owners of the last target able to get their stuff put elsewhere while we let the node stay there?" he asked the investigators.
"They are clearing the entire system out actively," Janice answered instead. "We have a Shipper working with them to send teams in to look over some of the stuff that is in there." She turned to the Investigator. "Apparently at least one of the machines that was stolen didn't even exist before the raid occurred, and about a quarter of the remaining power generators are also new creations from the conversion process."
"The Upload Porygon are under tight security right now because of that kind of thing," Roberts acknowledged. "My superiors are actually worried about other groups attempting to steal them for that ability to try and use it to produce new equipment without considering the digital life forms made at the same time. Luckily the latest target only has passive defenses for the most part, only a couple of simple security creatures were made and they seem friendly enough."
"Creating new digital worlds out of existing computer systems is risky," Shawn agreed. "The electronics factory Gazi first evolved inside was proof of that. If any corrupted digital life forms manage to reproduce the Stone's ability to travel between digital worlds, or worse out into the physical world, we might end up with a much bigger problem on our hands."
"Shawn's being serious," Strangle said a touch faintly, worrying her team. "Do you have any recordings of these 'Champion' creatures being fought?" she then asked.
"Recordings of the Goliath battles are available," Metagross informed her. The machine like pokemon was still uneasily shuffling around the location next to Janice that they had previously preferred attempting to fit comfortably despite their larger size and the new status of their limbs as feet. "Other examples are more limited in availability. Machine creature from referenced location is on a recording, but prior DSS event is not available."
"We also have my evolutions and Tyranomon available," Gazimon added with a smirk. "Although I don't think he's really in the mood to have a fight with me either way."
"HackBiyomon," Datamon called out from the middle of looking over the various reference materials that Upload had provided for him to learn about the pokemon world. Hearing her name the bird digimon moved for the first time all day, looking up and over at the machine. "There are gaps in these records and terminology that is not clearly explained. I suspect these are related to concepts so basic to the locals that they do not know that we would need them explained to us."
"Like how the 'mon' part of digimon names is the file extension?" HackBiyomon asked dully. "I was not aware of that about the digimon world before I spoke with them."
"Hmm, yes. That is a good example of our current problem. I am-" He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Content with your understanding of the issue. I want you to go and speak with them, learn about their world and how it works. Since your continued existence is expected now that they are aware of you it should be a good task for you while I inspect the more advanced materials. I will provide my current list of topics to get you started." He walked over to a printer and quickly collected a short stack of paper before motioning for her to join him.
She uneasily attempted to flap over, careful to not go too high as this was her first attempt at any kind of flight while also trying to not produce much wind. The other digimon looked at her progress a touch uncertainly, as it appeared to him that she made a bit too little wind for a mere Rookie that was not used to her new form. "Won't carrying this around with me look odd, Master?" she asked causing him to frown. She had a point, but the increased independence from before they were in this world was still an issue for him.
"The alternative is to simply insert the knowledge into your mind, but I have other projects planned for you that doing so might interfere with," Datamon bluntly informed her. "Simply tell them what it is, a set of questions I sent you to ask while I was busy. If you are going to be my assistant you might as well preform the tasks associated with that title."
"Yes Master," she responded and then walked out of the building carrying the paperwork. "I will get your answers."
"Check with Anderson and the female technician about their data manipulation technologies as well. Find out what sensor systems they have been using to supplement the Stone Hackware," he added dismissing her. He then moved aside to bring up a wire frame of the new Shrine Hackware. "Far too intelligent. There must be some sort of trick to it." The words of the second sentence felt familiar but no memories came from them, which as always put the digimon in a bad mood.
Strangle surged out of the way of the massive fireball just barely in time to avoid a solid hit. Tyranomon followed up a moment later with a tail swipe that she countered with a tangle of quickly grown vines. "The worst part is he is way too passive for a battler," Jack said shaking his head and trying to figure out if there was anything he could do to help his starter.
"Makes sense considering he doesn't want to be one," Quagsire said after giving Grant a short moment to respond instead. "And unlike me, he is actually able to avoid being a thing he doesn't want to be."
"It definitely shows why the law has decided these 'Champions' aren't easy to contain," the Serperior added sending a burst of leaves to scratch at the dinosaur's hide. Kabutops translated from the sidelines for the few people present who could not understand pokemon, including her opponent.
"If you are up for speaking during the fight can we just say you win yet?" Tyranomon complained tearing his tail free.
"I'm two more near misses or one solid hit from losing," she bluntly informed him. "You are slow and have trouble with committing to attacks, but you give and take hits that would take the vast majority of pokemon out of a fight." Seeing he was genuine about wanting to stop she began moving back over to her trainer.
"Which is the main argument for destroying any Hackware we encounter," Roberts said shaking his head. "Seeing the issue in action is unnerving. You are quite clearly not well trained, but can still fight at a very high level."
"If he doesn't want to fight, and isn't really getting much out of it, I'm not going to make him focus on training," Grant responded sharply.
"Not in charge anymore," his amphibian trainer complained. "Although the big thing I'm working with the two of you on right now is not going for the kill. Having enemies we are trying to kill isn't helping with that one." She glared at the Investigator folding her forelimbs over each other. "A former slave soldier and a fossil from before humans were around aren't good at that it turns out."
"I was mostly joking about fighting the humans," the Armaldo argued quietly. "I just got a bit caught up in my first big fight."
"Maybe I should have fought that fossil instead," Strangle noted looking at the former human with some unease.
"We have determined that when Grant is fighting he reverts mentally back into his past life," the LAS said floating up to inspect the scar on Tyranomon's back. "A time when his typical response to something he could defeat was to use it as a food source." She then dipped her tendrils unhappily. "Repairs to Tyranomon have been mostly completed, level equivalent is now holding steady at approximately 65."
"That's out of one hundred right?" the digimon asked reaching back to scratch at the location where the Dark Network had been connected to him.
"Yeah, but you rarely see any pokemon over 80," Jack told him. "The only reason to be that battle ready is if you are trying to stop Legendary pokemon or fighting against League Champions."
"That is an odd coincidence," Tyranomon noted about the terminology. "I'm somewhat weaker than before my revival still, probably truly crippled by this." His claws scraped across the injury again for emphasis. "So where I am now is around the bottom of the range for Champion digimon, and it sounds like where I used to be was closer to that area."
"It is actually really hard to keep at a level that high," the Grass typed serpent told him, frowning at how long being translated was taking. "You need to spend a lot of your time keeping in shape and practice battling against other pokemon that powerful. My brother is about as good as you can get while doing other stuff too."
"Scanning for level is mostly just checking available energy, right?" Salamence asked the LAS while looking slightly cross eyed at Tyranomon.
"Negative, physical makeup and condition of the individual is an important variable," the original Legendary Analysis System corrected. "A pokemon with large quantities of energy, but a physical form that was not well experienced with using it, will burn through that energy with a speed and lack of results similar to a pokemon with less energy but a more conditioned body. A higher level pokemon of the same species could have the exact same energy total, but with a body that is in a better condition to use that energy more effectively." She pointed at Strangle with a tendril. "Our two Serperior provide a good example. Her energy levels are not that much lesser than her brother's, but her conditioning is notably worse. As a result she is spending more energy taking blows that he would evade and forcing moves to act with more energy than he would require."
"Well, how am I supposed to scan for a pokemon's level then?" the dragon asked with a huff. "Every species is different, how would I know how each one works? Just go find a guide book and look it up each time?" she finished with sarcasm, earning a dark look from the digital life form.
"Sending data file now," the LAS droned dully. Salamence nodded in acknowledgement and then got a far off look on her face while the information was transferred.
"Yikes! This thing is huge," the hybrid yelped after a moment. "What is it, an entire database?"
"That is the typical way that a scanner system determines level. It is why Pokedex units have full information listings even when the labs only require more specific information," the LAS said harshly. "And you should have known how big that file was before attempting to receive it. You cannot simply download anything that is available, or you might end up even more corrupted than you are."
The list was barely started and HackBiyomon's head was already spinning from the reactions. "You have animals that aren't monsters?" one of the 'trainers' asks while his bird that looked like it was wearing a witch's hat looked at her curiously from his shoulder.
"Are there monsters that aren't animals?" she asked uncertain how the classifications fit inside of each other. Her MASTER had made it sound a lot simpler than this, but there were so many small things that were off that it was hard to figure out if the topic on the list was completed.
"Well, the ones that are plants and such of course," Absol said looking at her just as confused as she was. "And the ones that are rocks, or gasses, or other things besides animals." She could only stare as the humans nodded thoughtfully at the idea of rocks and gas being living creatures. The casual way they simply accepted something that was only true in the digital world from her own experience unnerved the transformed clone greatly. The only positive was that she had barely felt the harshness of her MASTER's control while working on this DIRECT ORDER.
"What kinds of monsters do you have in your world?" another trainer asked confused. "I can't really tell what you even mean by having creatures that aren't monsters, so you have to know what makes them different, right?"
"Um." Put on the spot she stumbled considering how to answer. "Monsters are creatures with special powers that can do things regular animals can't, but they're only stories. The only real monsters I can remember are digimon," she answered after a moment frowning as she attempted to remember the stories Sora had been told growing up. There seemed to be gaps where she knew that there had been more knowledge, but she couldn't recall it, and the difference was harsh. She could almost feel holes where the memories should be.
"Monsters are only stories?" was Alice's questioning response. "I can barely even image what it is like for people who run a bakery without a Fire type to help with baking, and I know there are some of those."
HackBiyomon blinked at that, distracted from the investigation of her mind. "I am still learning the types, but I am guessing that means they can make the fire themselves. No, we don't have actual fire breathing creatures at all," she said shaking her head. "It seems like keeping one of those would be tougher than just getting a puppy."
This caused every last one of the humans and monsters present to stare at her like she had spoken pure gibberish. "Are there puppies that aren't Fire types?" one of the trainers asked another quietly. "I think overseas there are a couple of places with Normal typed dogs," was the equally quiet response. "Maybe that is what she means." The whispered conversation continued for a moment while she tried to wrap her head around how you could even be surprised that a puppy couldn't breathe fire.
"Alright then, if you are still having issues with types then maybe this will help," Bob cut in walking up to the group holding a small red electronic device of some kind. "I found that old Pokedex we used before we got the custom field gear working."
"That old thing made it here?" Alice asked looking between the rectangular device and the small computer she constantly carried. "I was sure Anderson had already taken it apart for the sensor array."
"Yeah, but it is one of the real old ones. I think we could get some better sensors from our new generators than what's in this thing," the other tech responded walking over to the bird digimon and holding it out to her. The sight of the electronic being held out to her made her think of the reason she was made, that moment when Tai had arrived and saved the original. The moment just before Datamon would have handed her Sora's Digivice and Crest.
Reverently she took the Pokedex, the machine was larger than the Digivice had been but her mind was still stuck comparing the two. The instant after it was fully in her hand the device glowed brightly, and the shape shifted into a smaller form. The glow then vanished revealing a much smaller device that could still flip open, but must have had a smaller screen and fewer buttons than before. A thin red chain now extended around it, attached at the middle of its top section. There was some fundamental difference she could feel between it and the memories she had of Sora's Digivice, but she still found herself clutching it like a lifeline.
"Huh, don't see that every day," Bob said looking interested, but not confused by the result. "I guess you were supposed to have it then." This drug HackBiyomon out of her thoughts to once more stare incredulously at the so called humans of this world.
"Okay, now I'm a bit worried. That is chosen one stuff there," the trainer with the crow said shifting uneasily. "You aren't a copy of a chosen one are you?"
"I guess I am," she responded dully not believing that the truth was the first explanation they had arrived at for the item's transformation. "She had something that this reminded me of, it showed that she was one." She fiddled with the device, causing it to display an image of the crow and small text she could read clearly with far too much information on the other bird.
Gazimon looked between the bipedal mushroom/lizard arguing her side of the latest mundane issue with Serperior, and the black and gold bug who insisted on speaking with Shawn thinking he wasn't also a Grass type. From what he could tell the two female pokemon were both interested in the mushroom infested insect he was tasked with getting a straight answer out of, and had been causing an issue with the Administrator from how hard they were fighting for him. "Right, so are you the bug or the fungus?" the digimon bluntly asked the Parasect.
The dead eyes of the insect looked him over for a moment, then a claw jerked to motion him further away from the Breloom and Ninjask. "My subspecies of Paras is rather short lived compared to others," he began moving a bit wobbly but growing more steady as they went. "Our bodies do not last as long as others, dying when other Paras would be rather young. So we take advantage of the nature of our fungal fate." The pokemon nearly overbalanced stopping, once more showing an incomplete control over the body.
"What I'm getting from this 'my' and 'our' stuff is that you are still the bug," the rabbit monster cut in trying to get him to get to the point. He was still nervous regarding the apparent nature of this species of pokemon.
"We specifically cultivate our own mushrooms to ensure they are blank of thought and idea when their energies align with our own," the Parasect continued nodding. "That way when they assimilate our minds and memories there is no other mind within them. Leaving just us in another form."
"So Parasect aren't just Paras taken over by the shrooms?" Gazimon asked eying the still twitchy movements of the bug.
"My subspecies is typically not, others can be. I have an uncle who misjudged his mushrooms, and as a consequence was not the same pokemon after his own evolution," the mushroom pokemon replied jokingly. "My family actually likes the new him better than the old."
Rubbing his face with a claw Gazimon considered how the answer affected the situation. "You're both then, bug and mushroom. Why not just tell the two of them?" he asked harshly.
"I tell the Breloom that I am a Bug type, and the Ninjask I am a Grass type, because I do not care for the presence of either of them," the apparent instigator of this whole affair calmly replied. "If they are arguing with one another I am typically able to get some peace from the two of them."
"And just bluntly telling them you are not interested doesn't work?" the digimon asked dryly.
"I have explained that their arguments are preferable to their presence multiple times," Parasect replied just as Shawn let out a groan they could clearly hear from where they were standing, and proceeded to loudly explain that same chain of logic to the other Bug type pokemon. The Grass type could clearly hear the trainer much better than Gazimon could, as she was also looking rather embarrassed as the human detailed the meaning of at least two attempts to tell the pair that the Bug/Grass type was not in any way interested.
A blocky cat like pink Porygon floated over looking quite angry, causing the three local pokemon to flinch badly. "What did Shawn just say?" Charlie 40 asked sounding much like the angry cat it resembled. "Have the three of you been filling my Box with spores and dust because you two were too dense to realize that the red jerk does not actually like you? Did you also miss how he doesn't really like talking with anyone? How he tends to walk away in the middle of conversations that don't interest him?"
"I thought Mew were supposed to be playful little kittens," Serperior joked while the Breloom tried to hide behind the serpent.
"Most Mew don't have to deal with the random pokemon a Lab lets their sponsored trainers catch," the Porygon shot back while lashing its tail angrily. "Right, we are done with this problem. Stay away from each other on your own, or I will make it so you three cannot even find each other. I'll deal with the hassle of keeping up that kind of spacial distortion if it stops these spore storms."
"How much were you contributing to those 'storms'?" Gazimon quietly asked the male mushroom/bug.
"My own spores cannot harm me under normal conditions, so I use a small cloud of them to protect myself," Parasect replied evasively.
"Ya know, I had just started thinking I would like things getting back to normal soon," the digimon complained quietly. "But now I remember that normal for us is still really weird."
He had been mistaken, Datamon reflected looking over the small array of parts sitting on the small table. About more than just one thing, and that simply made him more upset over the reality of it. He shook for a moment just considering it as he resisted the temptation to smash the incomplete device he was now working on.
The first thing was the intelligence of those he was now working with, both in quantity and quality. The brief search he had done so far of their remaining records was enlightening to this fact. Detailed documents and databases of various monsters, methods of evolution, strength enhancement procedures, and even a bare bones report from an old sister group's successful attempt at creating a clone of what sounded like an Ultimate. One such document dedicated entirely to sensor array designs was open on a small portable monitor set next to his work area. A mundane example of this collection of information, but still possessing details he would have killed to get back in his own world.
This wealth of knowledge had revealed the second mistake he had made. The locals, being well versed in methods of evolution, possessed examples of the kinds of change the Digidestined were able to cause in their partners. Examples that were clearly known to use the energy of the human to produce a temporary evolution in their partner pokemon, with a number of specially tuned items to draw and transfer that energy. With the details given here it became clear that the power source he had detected inside of the Digivice he briefly possessed was simply to produce this transfer, and perhaps to amplify the power to an extent. The Crests in turn were based on amplifying the trait present the most in the given human to produce a more potent effect using a similar amount of energy.
So his entire plan to clone the girl had be built on a false foundation, he reflected comparing the results of two of his attempts using slightly different parts. However, the other notes on this 'mega evolution' possibly explained why his new assistant had been able to so accurately change into a Biyomon. A mega evolution that was done between 'trainer' and 'pokemon' who were not close and of like mind would result in a berserker rage, exactly like the SkullGreymon evolution. That was now obviously the result of the Crest being given the wrong balance of energy, still able to produce the change but not able to do so safely.
The simplest solution Datamon could think of to avoid such an outcome was to make sure that the two creatures involved had the exact same energy signature. The Digidestined digimon were younger than the children, thus it seemed safe to assume that they were simply digimon clones themselves to allow their energies to match. HackBiyomon would then still be a perfectly intact clone of the human girl, it was just the case that a digimon version of the girl was a Biyomon.
Now that she was also related to the Hackware units his clone might in theory be able to provide those creatures with the energy to temporarily evolve given a recreation of a Digivice. He considered the four beginnings of an attempt to do just that before him. None of the units were solidly connected in order to allow for quick and clean disassembly if they did not work out. Two were made before he had considered looking for local equivalents, and two after finding a variety of documents on medical devices to restore energy to the local monsters.
Which was what finally revealed the third, and most important, mistake he had made. He had assumed that this was a world of humans like where the Digidestined were from, only with access to monsters and higher technology. Document after document regarding the combat potential of various devices, substances, and techniques pointed to a far more combative place. Most were records of perfectly ordinary researchers that were on hand in search of even more exotic methods with greater benefits. One particularly worrying one detailed the local practice of holding a regional tournament to determine who would join the law enforcing bodies of the world. The 'League' was apparently one of the major powers across the world, not quite fitting as a government but still able to make rules that were wide reaching.
Collecting the best of the two newer attempts he began walking out to find HackBiyomon. With luck the device would be a solid start and she would have gotten more down to earth information on these battle mad humans. Looking out over the rocky landscape he could spot the crystal like masses of Hackware clustered around the new generator systems in a large clearing just beyond the base, the small prefabricated buildings still being assembled to act as a more permanent option than the small tents dotting the landscape, and nearby was most of the Upload personnel speaking with his assistant.
"The thing about the Normal type is that it is what a lot of the general purpose moves are, because it is the most basic way of using your energy. However, that also means that it is actually pretty rare for it to appear with a second type," one of them was saying as the machine digimon approached.
"Well, there are a lot of bird pokemon that are Normal/Flying mixes," Alice clarified. "But that is more a way of showing how it is unheard of for Flying to appear on its own then a real case of Normal being seen mixed with something else. It is the most basic energy, and just about any pokemon who typically uses another kind of energy has that other type instead, even if they mainly learn Normal type moves."
The bird digimon then fiddled with a small red device, one that was oddly well suited to her shape. "What do you have there?" Datamon asked moving closer to see it better.
"Its an old Pokedex we had," Bob replied as the group turned to face him. "A field research encyclopedia with a compact sensor array. Labs typically send them out with sponsored trainers who act as research assistants."
"'Sponsored trainers'?" HackBiyomon asked before he could inquire on the device itself. "Sponsored for what?"
The clear answer was 'The Pokemon League', but Datamon waited for the others to reply to see how they viewed the organization. "Well, some kids going for their first League run live near a Professor's Lab. Labs typically need to collect pokemon to use in their research and information on what pokemon are like in the wild. So the Professors sponsor a number of those kids to do the basic data and test subject collection," Alice supplied without even realizing that the proper reply was needed first. "The new trainers get a high quality starter pokemon from the Lab, typically the rarer and more prestigious species for their region, along with access to the Lab's storage for any pokemon that they can't keep on hand with them."
"The Lab also tends to pay for a lot of their stuff too," Bob added nodding. "The kids get an account for food and other basic supplies, and maybe get some specific items for completing tasks for the Profs. That's why they get Pokedex units, so they have the tools on hand to do the basic research work that the Lab is really after. They make sure to have the rewards be really nice stuff to encourage the trainers to get good data."
"This was an older model, so the sensors weren't the greatest, but we figured that the database would be a good reference guide for your assistant," Absolmon blandly said looking critically at the two digimon.
"You modified it for her use?" Datamon asked with some confusion over the clearly well made casing. It was strangely perfect for her.
"Nope, it changed to look like that as soon as she touched it," Bob said calmly as if that was simply a thing that happened all the time in their world. "Apparently she's a copy of a chosen one?" he then asked with simple curiosity.
"What do you mean 'it changed'?" the machine digimon asked harsh enough to cause his assistant to freeze in place. "I was under the impression that things shifting in that manner was not a natural thing for physical worlds."
"Really? It isn't as if everything changes to fit whoever is using it at the time, but important individuals and events can reshape items by their energies," Anderson cut in walking up to the group, the first Shrine floating behind him and the first Goliath at his side. "Should she truly be a duplicate of a chosen one for a digital world then it is not unreasonable that an information analysis device would react to her ownership."
Datamon paused for a moment to look between the 'Pokedex' and the small makeshift Digivice attempt in his hands. "She was made from a scan of one of the Digidestined. Humans with digimon partners they were able to make temporarily evolve using Digivices, small electronic devices that preformed a number of functions," he dully told the assembled group as he processed yet another mistaken idea. "I was in the process of trying to make a recreation of one just now, but perhaps that is no longer needed. I was hoping that her change to possess Hackware characteristics would allow her to produce those temporary evolutions in them."
"A very nice ability," the developer said with some joy. "I can see why you have her as an assistant."
"Yes, that is the reason I requested the scan," Datamon lied eying the human cautiously. "Let us see if this 'Pokedex' has given her the ability."
"Brother, what are the results on your Dark Network fragment? Can it be moved to our intended destination?" A-0 asked its brother over the communication system while looking over the responses to their request to make a custom digital world for the trap.
"Where is everyone else?" the Giratina shaped Porygon asked looking at the mostly empty room using the two way video feed. "I thought we still had an all hands on deck problem."
"Shawn's team got called into Box 140 to deal with some Bug types having an issue with a group of Grass types," Janice answered. "I'm working with Metagross to see what we can do now that they evolved, we didn't have time before the raid to go over it and its a waiting game now."
"Quagsire's team is with Investigators showing the combat capacity of Champion digimon and training with Strangle," the mentioned Steel/Psychic type droned slightly less robotically than before their evolution.
"Specifically it is a waiting game until we have a way to track their current location," A-0 added. "Which Gazimon suspects we can do using his old Dark Network access the right way."
"Well, I've nearly finished investigating the possibility of survivors," Charlie 13 said unhappily. "From what I've seen you'd either need to be really primitive and well stored, or just very powerful, to have survived being in the part Upload stole. You'd still end up shredded, but given what Gazimon says Datamon survived in that report, that isn't an issue for him. The apparent power an Ultimate would have is also enough that he likely could hold his data together fairly well."
"So they might get some Gazimon then?" Janice asked frowning.
"No, if there were any below Rookie or stored as data then somebody might have been able to sift them out of the system, but I can barely salvage any of our Gazimon remains," the Administrator replied seriously.
"What does 'barely' mean here?" A-0 asked latching onto the statement.
"From analysis of digimon and Hackware I'm rather sure I've figured out where the minds were located in most of the targets," he told his sibling reluctantly. "The Network was made for data analysis, and something set it off to try and basically eat everything around it. A custom virus that I think is Datamon's work from my limited access to his code from the Goliaths, and from what Gazimon has described of his main activities. The minds have the most damage from the Network, for want of a better term, digesting them. Tyranomon was lucky in that he was in an outer edge of the Network, and I've found the minds to two Gazimon who might be recoverable as well."
"The minds of two Gazimon," Janice repeated clearly understanding the specification.
"I might be able to repair the body of one of them, but I need to ask our current digimon about what is appropriate to use in trying," Charlie 13 quietly clarified. "There is a near intact Monochromon available that I might be able to put the other into, the best preserved body left in the mess. After those two minds and bodies the rest were either shredded by the system before the fragment got here, damaged during the arrival, or split into parts when Upload stole the larger portion of the fragment."