PeterN: Arrghh!!! How are they going to get out of the cave? I still can't think how. Anyway, thanks for the reviews
Theo 'Blitz' Leung – Yep, a Great Unclean One has 6 wounds in the game at toughness 5. I said something to give the impression that it'll be back? I don't think Angemon would have toasted him faster than a vortex grenade; only one other thing I have heard of has the power of a black hole! And that is the Big Bang! I also don't think Angemon is that powerful, he had to delete himself and use power from seven digivices to take out Devimon. Now if Angemon does that when they're hunting for Greater Daemons….
{Death} – You really do like the fight scenes and nothing else ^_^
Space Dragon – I'm not sure who has the weirder sense of humour out of us two ^_^. Maybe it will come back, maybe it won't. You didn't expect a clear answer did you?
And now on with the story…
Immaterium (Part 10)
Alarms rang out across the entire complex. Technicians rushed into the ICF control room. Red dots shone brightly on a screen. Each one representing an escaped Greater Daemon. One of the lights was blinking on and off. An indication of the Daemon's destruction.
"What hell spawn was that?" Bellowed Mr Patterson, the Greater Daemons should not have died this soon. He could smell a plot. And with Greater Daemons of Tzeentch in existence there was always a plot.
"Scanning now sir, nanosecond drop in the ICF re-circulation routine occurring soon…. Got it." The technician frantically typed away at a mind-boggling array of controls. The map faded out and a new screen appeared in its place. On it a picture of a Great Unclean One appeared.
"A Great Unclean One. The filth of their visage is nothing compared to the filth of their hearts." Mr Patterson said knowing that it was the first time most of these had seen a picture of a Greater Daemon. Those were the well-chosen words his boss had said back when he was a lowly technician. They had had a powerful effect on him since that day, he hoped it would also imbue these people with the determination and hatred necessary to destroy these creatures created in the pits of hell.
Shocked silence filled the room, everyone trying to tear their eyes away from the disgusting image before them. Beside it figures on the average Great Unclean One appeared. Beside those appeared figures on the most powerful, and least powerful one ever encountered. There was very little difference between them with the exception of their claimed age, and that could have been a lie.
Alarms went off again as the scanner displayed information on this newly discovered Greater Daemon of Nurgle. Every single figure was higher than the most powerful Great Unclean One ever encountered beforehand. Much higher. Mr Patterson subconsciously stood up as he stared at the figures.
"Twenty foot tall? The usual is only twelve to fifteen." He whispered as his brain mulled over the facts. He was vaguely aware of the silence that had descended upon the room, he had to make these recruits hate that thing. But there was nothing he could say. Those figures had winded him like no physical blow ever had.
He watched the screen; the blinking light didn't blink back on again. It's gone. He thought. But what could possibly destroy that powerful a Greater Daemon. It's power must be nearly infinite. Only an astronomical event could produce the power to take that thing out. He subconsciously reached inside his jacket pocket and felt the bulky grenade in it. Ah. Sweet Vortex Grenade. You could do it. But the scanner would have picked it up if a Vortex Grenade had been used. He removed his hand; there was no need to draw attention to the fact that he had possessed an illegal grenade for the past six thousand years.
Echoes roared through the extensive network of caves. Old caverns were disappearing and new ones appearing. Millennia old areas destroyed in seconds. Such was the aftermath of tragic battles. But loss of life was also one. The death of the vanquished, and sometimes the victor. Fourteen still forms lay inside the rapidly changing caves; seven human, and seven digimon. A green and black mist hung in the air; all that remained of the destroyed Greater Daemon. Killed by a war of attrition and destroyed by point blank range Giga Blasts. The previously trapped digimon were slowly released from their prisons of filth that started to dissolve with the death of the Daemon. Each one straining to break free, knowing that the cavern would be gone in a few minutes at the most.
Agonising seconds passed as molecule by molecule the gunk disappeared with excruciating slowness. Each second allowing more movement, but never enough to break free. Birdramon struggled to free herself from the confines of the liquefying substance. A crack appeared. Dust trickled down from the ceiling landing on Angemon's face. He looked up, an intricate and fragile pattern of destruction danced and whirled throughout the cavern's ceiling. Each passing moment spreading the pattern to more of the ceiling.
"We have to get out of here now. The cavern won't hold much longer." He called out to the others as he started to strain against the prison. A sound. A resounding crack echoed through the cavern. Kabuterimon was free. Angemon looked at him for a moment. "Get as many of them out of here as possible. We'll get the others."
Kabuterimon paused for a fraction of a moment. Long enough for small stones to begin to fall down around the cavern. He flew off and grabbed Izzy, Tai, and Agumon before flying off towards an exit. "I'll come back and help you!" He yelled as he flew off. "…if there's a cavern left to come back to." He added in a small nearly silent whisper.
The fusillade had begun around them. Stones were raining down like hail. Craters appeared in the now slimy prisons encasing Birdramon and Angemon. Simultaneously they broke free, a runny green residue still tenaciously clinging to them. Angemon flew down and grabbed TK and Palmon. He had neither the strength nor the time to pick the others up at the moment. He flew down the tunnel and glanced back to see Birdramon swooping after him with Sora, Matt, and Gabumon on her back.
Not enough time. He thought as he strained his wings to go faster, harder. Hold on Gomamon, Joe, and Mimi. We'll save you still. He hoped in vain that his thoughts would re-assure his still unconscious friends. The fusillade hardened, he could hear it pounding down throughout the cavern. Thunder rang out as age worn rocks plummeted to new depths. He prayed that none of the hit his friends.
Kabuterimon flew into the outside and threw Izzy, Tai, and Agumon to the ground. There wasn't the time to be gentle. This could mean the difference between life and death; Joe's, Gomamon's, and Mimi's. He plunged back into the tunnels. Wings aching from the exertion of such a fast flight. He pushed himself on. He could not give up. Would not give up. I will save them! He shouted inside his head as he passed Angemon and Birdramon.
He flew into the cavern; boulders were raining down fast and furiously now. Each one punching a hole through the solid stone floor. He saw one falling towards Joe. Time slowed and nearly froze. He turned to face it. Aimed at it.
"Electro Shocker!" He screamed out. The attack seemed to take hour to build up, the rock fell closer as he unleashed the attack. Time returned to normal and acute vertigo forced him to the ground. All around him was dust. Where was Mimi? Where was Gomamon? And where was Joe? Was he crushed under a tonne of solid rock? He saw Mimi and Gomamon; he flew down and grabbed them. Where was Joe? Boulders plummeted down threatening to break through the ground itself. A glint of light in the dust. It had to be him. He flew down and grabbed the warm, fleshy object. A feeling of relief came over him. He had them all now. Now he just had to escape the fatal death trap they were in.
Patomon flew around trying to wake his friends up along with Biyomon. Both of them had used up too much energy in escaping before the entire hill collapsed. They could see the far side already levelling out as it crushed itself under millions of tonnes of rock. They looked back at the entrance. Where was Kabuterimon? He should be out of there by now. He had to be out of there. Time was running out fast. There were only seconds left before the entire thing collapsed.
Sound. Grating. Deafening. Explosive. Destructive. The shockwave passed by as the hill collapsed on itself stunning anything that was nearby. Patomon and Biyomon fell to the ground, ears ringing and protesting against the sound waves that tried to deafen them. Dust spewed up into the air, straight up into the air. The dust billowed out, a mushroom shaped cloud descending on the area of mass destruction and death.
PeterN: A short part again, but I have Chemistry coursework to start and complete by tomorrow… Eep! Please leave a review.