Fated Meeting

Fated Meeting

By: Theodore 'Blitz' Leung

Theoleung@sprint.ca

Disclaimer: All Digimon and their characters (except for those introduced in this fic/series) do NOT belong to me. I do not have permission to use their characters, but it's a FanFic, so, who cares? =) This story line belongs to me and me alone. Please ask for permission if you wish to use it. Thanks. Now let's get onto reading!

GS zoomed his view into the base camp the three WUF Armour's set up in the forest. He noted one sentry while a second was cooking. The third was in the tent, probably watching over the girl.

"Plan?" Amnemon asked, watching the small camp as well with his binoculars. GS didn't answer yet, still analysing the situation. The mercenary was finding the best way to defuse the situation with as little harm to the target as possible.

"Can you buy me a distraction in tent?" GS asked his Digimon partner, though the Digimon need not respond; it was clear the Digimon would do as his partner asked.

"You should know that response, partner," Amnemon responded, grinning lightly and leaping off the Armour. "I'll be waiting behind the tent, and don't worry, they won't see me. I can figure the signal is when Armour's start falling."

"I'm that predictable," GS muttered, looking down at his partner. The Digimon grinned again, rushing off behind the camp while avoiding detection. Of course, with the dense forest and the dark orange light, it would be no problem for the hedgehog-like Digimon.

"Alright...let's see..." GS spoke softly, continuing to watch and waiting for the right opportunity for attack.

* * * * * *

Jena slowly landed on the ground, deactivating her stealth well before when she was in sensor range of the outpost near the border. She directed her Armour into the direction of the hanger, her hands clenched tightly into a fist.

"Hey Jena!" a female voice squawked out from the hanger. Jena's anger dissipated quickly, recognising the familiar voice of her Digimon.

"Kisheartmon!" Jena shouted out, unclenching her fist quickly. The avian Digimon flapped down from her perch on the upper railing. Her wings were crimson, unlike the pure white body she had. The Digimon smiled, happy to see the return of her partner, though a bit concerned to the damage done to the Armour. Then she noticed the fact none of the squad mates have returned either. The avian Digimon was about to ask, but the answer came before the question.

"They're dead..." Jena told Kisheartmon bitterly, heading deeper into the hanger for repairs.

"W-W-Wha!?" Kisheartmon exclaimed, expecting capture or something like that, but death didn't ever occur to the Digimon. "What happened out there?!"

"One really well equipped Terra Armour," Jena muttered bitterly, stopping at one of the repair stations and letting the open crack open. She stepped up, revealing a girl with short brown hair and green eyes that looked no more older then fourteen. The female wore a crimson jump suit, almost never taking it off since she was almost always on the field. Stepping away from the Armour, the mechanical fighting suit closed again, ejecting a small device from a slot at the front of the Armour. The pilot took the item, revealing a small topaz coloured Digivice. The pilot pocketed the item in her breast pocket of the jump suit, then headed away towards the living quarters of the outpost.

"Yikes..." Kisheartmon responded, knowing that Jena's squad was one of the more skilled, if not most skilled, squads on the base. "Oh...and before I forget, the commander wants a talk with you..."

"Now what does he want?" Jena whispered, closing her eyes and letting instincts guide her deeper into the base. "Work with the crew, see if you can increase the aerodynamics of my Armour...I can still feel a push against my Armour up there."

"Will do!" Kisheartmon responded, trying to be cheerful, a little hard to do after the news that Digimon heard.

* * * * * *

Ventra eyes blinked open, his com bursting to life with initially static, then a voice.

"Asgard, how are you?!" the voice shouted out on the link. The Terra Armour pilot looked up, watching a transport helicopter coming in his direction. His distress call was answered.

"I've been better," Ventra 'Paranoia' Asgard responded, releasing the locks on his Armour to let him out. He stepped out, showing off a fourteen-year-old pilot with black hair and blue eyes. He wore a pair of military issue pants and a vest, both pieces of clothing weighed down with specific items he liked to carry around 'just in case', hence his nickname of Paranoia. Underneath the vest was a white T-shirt.

"So, where's the rest of the squad? Captured? Or you just ran like the chicken you are?" the pilot of the chopper asked, preparing a landing nearby.

"Dead," Ventra answered, kicking his Terra Armour in frustration. The pilot chuckled dryly for a moment.

"You're kidding, right?" the pilot asked, the chopper landing firmly and the hatch opening. Two large mechanical arms reached out from the open hatch, specifically designed to hoist immobile Armour's.

"Does it sound like I'm kidding!?" Ventra shouted angrily, storming into the helicopter and taking a seat. "Just get us home. I need to make a status report."

"Yes sir!" the pilot shouted out, much more serious now. Once the Armour was secure on the chopper, the door closed and the pilot pulled up.

* * * * * *

Sapphire and Siato finally met face to face, without interruption and without a blood crazy crowd cheering for them. The two shook hands firmly, both thankful for the other's assistance in escaping that hell.

"Siato Kamiya," the boy introduced, not as imitating with those pair of axes on his back as it was in the arena. "And that's Agumon," he spoke, pointing towards his dinosaur like Digimon.

"Sapphire Ishida," the female spoke, her weapon strapped to her back. "And Gabumon," she introduced her Digimon, the one with a small white fur like cloak.

"Pleasure to meet you," both Digimon spoke at the same time, smiling at the coincidence.

"And it's a very nice pleasure to get out of that hell hole," Sapphire commented, stretching her arms out.

"Agreed," Siato responded, also stretching. "Admittedly, no offence, I wasn't expecting any female fighters, yet alone one that would understand my plan."

"When we're on the same wavelength, gender doesn't matter," Sapphire answered, not offended at all. She was used to these kinds of responses.

"How true..." Siato commented, glancing around. It's been a few hours already and the orange like light that made the sky didn't seem like it will drop anytime soon.

"What's wrong?" Agumon asked his partner, tugging on the pants of the boy.

"The sky..." Siato whispered, continuing the watch the bleak sky. It wasn't appealing at all.

"I've heard it only changes at night when darkness covers all," Sapphire informed the boy her age. The two sixteen-year-olds exchanged looks, then their gaze headed back towards the sky.

"I wonder why...?" Siato spoke softly, though he knew his answer was far from coming, if it was coming at all.

* * * * * *

GS placed his back against the tree, closing his eyes. In his Armour's hands was the sniper rifle he carried with him. The target was in sight, and he still wasn't detected.

"Three...two...one..." GS muttered, turning from the tree as his temporary cover and taking aim at the Armour on guard.

The Armour went for his weapon as soon as he detected the signal at the outskirts of his radar and pointed his weapon in that direction. That was as far as he got: in the next moment, a shell penetrated the head of the Armour, freezing all action. The barrel of GS' rifle was smoking, but the pilot didn't stop, quickly heading into the small base camp as the Armour toppled over. The cook glanced up quickly, shocked with the turn, then dove for his Armour, hoping to engage it before getting destroyed.

"Wrong answer," GS spoke sharply aiming his rifle with one hand, one eye through scope while running towards the camp. One well placed shot disabled the cook, leaving a hole through the cook's body and out the other end of the Armour.

The rustling and the screaming from the tent quickly caught the mercenary's attention.

"Well, that definitely kept the third one occupied," GS thought, watching the tent continuously.

"SONIC DISC!"

Three emerald energy boomerangs ripped through the tent and towards random directions, one narrowly missing GS' Armour. The pilot finally got out of the tent and ran for cover, not getting far from the abode. The pilot lay in a bloody mess on the ground a few seconds later, one nice hole through his head. Quite a feat for a reaction shot,

"Target secured," Amnemon reported, crawling out of the tent. "But was a distraction really needed?"

"Didn't want the one in the tent sending out a distress signal," GS spoke emotionlessly, stepping towards the tent. "How's the target?"

"Sleeping still, as is her Digimon," GS' Digimon partner answered. "I guess the little sleeping concoction they mixed up is still in effect for both of them."

"That's one hell of a tranquilliser to sleep through those rifle shots," GS commented, unlocking his Armour.

"And I wondered why you didn't put the silencer on that rifle of yours," the Digimon inquired.

"You needed a signal," GS responded softly, letting the Armour close and taking his clear-coloured Digivice from it. He stepped into the tent to check up on the target himself.

* * * * * *

"You paged, sir?" Jena spoke, saluting crisply when she entered the command room. All around her were computers and large screens, battle plans and strategies drawn all over the screens.

"Yes, Lieutenant Starheart," the commander spoke, turning his gaze away from the current battle plan and towards the soldier. "Please, take a seat."

"I'd prefer to stand, sir," Jena told her superior, trying to keep her cool after the results of her last battle.

"Very well," was the calm answer from the commander, gazing towards another battle plan on the wall. There was silence between the two military figures before Jena opened her mouth.

"With all due respect, sir, I'd like to know why I was called here," Jena spoke sharply, obviously growing impatient with the delays.

"Of course, of course," was the response. Once again, Jena shut her mouth, waiting patiently on her commanding officers judgement. "I hear your squad was annihilated," the officer added much past the silence. Jena winced at the remarked, and wondered if her superior saw this action.

"Yes..." Jena responded meekly and slowly, looking away from the officer. What hot headed temper she had before was quickly extinguished. "News travels fast..." she added bitterly.

"Yes, it does," her commanding officer agreed, turning towards her now. "That's war. Maybe I can give you an opportunity to find that Armour pilot."

"Wha?!" Jena remarked, unable to understand what her boss meant.

"We need someone to infiltrate the small town WUF controls on the other side of this border," he briefed. "Reconnaissance is necessary if we wish to take this base."

"So...the rumours are true...we are planing to take a World Unity Force base..." Jena spoke softly, though still audible to her commanding officer.

"Rumours are rumours until someone speaks truth to them," he told her, sharpening her instincts and putting her mood in something more serious. "We also suspect the squad who defeated your squad is stationed there."

"It's not really a squad anymore..." Jena interrupted, remembering the handy work she and her former squad mates did to that.

"Either way, it's incentive..." the commanding officer mused, baiting the Aerial Armour pilot. Jena didn't think long.

"When do I leave?"

* * * * * *

"How does it look?" Ventra asked his Digimon partner, walking over to his Armour with a brief talk with his commanding officer. The officer wasn't very pleased, but recommended Ventra to take a day off to help ease the pain.

"Whoever was in that Aerial Armour was either very lucky of very good," Paramon commented, finally repairing the damaged servo for the leg. "That shot hit the one weak point on any Armour's leg, and it hit it hard. I'm guessing explosive tip ammo."

"The pilot was good," Ventra spoke, sitting down and leaning back against his Armour. "That pilot dodged all my shots...and was able to shoot down my missile...it was all skill."

"Odd...I've never known you to be bested by those frail Aerial Armours," Paramon commented, leaping towards his companion. "Even the most skilled Aerial Armour pilots here can't beat you in simulation."

"Those pilots wouldn't know how to dodge even if the shots weren't hitting them," Ventra muttered, closing his eyes. "Damnit!" he screamed, slamming his fist into the Armour's plating. "I don't believe I lost my squad to that pilot..."

"Yo...yo...calm down..." Paramon spoke, taking the hand of his friend. "Keep up that mentality and those Aerial Armour pilots here will start beating you."

"Heh...guess you're right..." Ventra commented, sighing, though calming down. "Have to admit...it was a pretty good ambush, despite how unorganised UDF squads usually are."

"United Defence Force squads might be disorganised most of the time, but not all of them are affected by this syndrome," Paramon told his partner. "You must've been hit by a veteran squad."

"If so, that squad isn't a squad anymore," Ventra spoke, taking satisfaction in those words. "There is only that Aerial Armour left in the squad. Guess it was an even trade..."

"Nothing can trade in for lives..." the Digimon forced out.

"True...but this is war..." Ventra countered, looking up at the hanger ceiling. "Lives will be lost...no matter what we do..."

"Yes...war..." Paramon agreed, leaning back against the Armour and looking up as well. "It just gives more recruits for the Horde..."

"And the Horde have become more ferocious and organised lately," Ventra spoke. "According to rumour that is," he added quickly.

"To rumour...better hope the Horde doesn't come here..." the Digimon concluded, silencing both. The two continued to watch the ceiling, waiting for something to happen.

Fin

Completed: 07/06/01