Digimon.EXE

By Wolf O'Donnell

WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains graphic acts of a heterosexual and homosexual nature (not applicable to FanFiction.net version), extreme violence and use of swear words. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Constructive criticism is very welcome. This chapter is dedicated to you, Kinu_Uni! Hope you enjoy it!
P.S. I've altered the entire structure of the fanfic. Please note that from now on, Jenrya's surname is Lee and that the fanfic is now rated PG-13.

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Session 8: Kaze ni Shizuku

Control lights were going off all over the panel in front of the captain. Never had he seen so many malfunctions in his entire life. It was frightening. At their current trajectory they would burn up on re-entering the atmosphere.
"T minus 500 seconds till re-entry," announced the navigator. That wasn't good news.

The flight attendant tried his best to open the door but found it impossible. The cockpit door was jammed shut. What was going on? Why was everything onboard malfunctioning? He had no idea. He stepped aside, his breath ragged from attempting to open it.
"It's no use, the door's locked shut," sighed the flight attendant. He was mentally cursing the automatic lock on the cockpit's door. The staff onboard should have been able to enter the passcode and enter, but the thing was rejecting all their codes.
"What's the problem?" asked Jenrya, as he rushed up to the flight attendant.
"Shouldn't you be in your seat?" asked the flight attendant, but he said no more when Jenrya presented his D-Scanner to the the flight attendant. "Oh, you're a Deva? Thank goodness for that. The cockpit door is locked. We can't seem to get in." He noticed the three behind Jenrya. "Are you Devas too?" he asked them.
"Yeah, we are," replied Juri abruptly.
"Mack, have you got the door open yet?" asked a brown-haired flight attendant, as she ran up the aisle towards them. "The captain says he needs some Devas in the cockpit right now."
The male flight attendant shook his head.
"Not yet, Suzie," he told her. He turned his head and watched as all four Devas jacked in to the door's lock. "Suzie, you go and calm the passengers," he told her. "I'll stay here with the Devas." He looked around him and was just glad that the area in front of the cockpit's door was devoid of passengers.
The brown-haired woman nodded in acknowledgement, before she turned down the aisle.
There was suddenly a clicking noise.
"All right!" exclaimed Takato. "Good work, Growlmon!" He unplugged his D-Scanner, as did the others and they all pushed through the cockpit door, entering the cockpit.
"300 seconds left!" announced the navigator.
"You're not helping!" shouted the captain, as he attempted to right the shuttle's course. It was no use.
"Captain Reisz, sir, the Devas are here," announced the flight attendant.
The brown-haired captain turned round to see the four children in front of him. He frowned.
"These are Devas?" he exclaimed in surprise. "Oh well, no time to be choosy."
"What's the problem?" asked Alice abruptly.
"Everything," came the reply from his female co-pilot. "Everything apart from the air supply seems to be malfunctioning," she told the Devas. "The automatic pilot has kicked in. It won't allow us to deviate course. At this current trajectory we'll burn up on re-entry," she told them.
"There's also a problem with the throttle program, the right wing and the landing gears," Captain Reisz told them. "We've got to fix them all otherwise we won't be able to land safely."
Takato felt his knees going weak. This was his first time on a shuttle and it didn't look like it would be an enjoyable one at all.
"Okay, Growlmon, you know what to do, right?" he asked his Digimon rhetorically, as he walked over to one of four ports where he could jack-in. "Let's do this!"

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Growlmon looked around him. He was with Dobermon, Leomon and Rapidmon. All four of them were standing on a large circular platform that floated in the midst of a white void of nothingness in which ghostly images of diagramatic aeroplanes and fuel gauges floated around. This circular platform, on which was a picture of a diagramatic airplane, was joined to several terminals by several red and blue paths.
"Guys, you're currently in Sector 3," announced Jenrya's voice. "Rapidmon, you go deal with the right wing program in Sector 2. Dobermon, you deal with the throttle program in Sector 4. Leomon, you deal with the landing gear program in Sector 3. Growlmon, you deal with the piloting program in Sector 1. Everyone got that?"
"Yeah," came the chorused reply, before they all ran down their paths and went their separate ways.
Growlmon took a right turn and suddenly found himself being caught in a strange slipstream of current.
"Hey, what's going on?" he cried, as he was pulled along the path relentlessly. The Digimon was dragged along in a straight line, such that he missed a turn.
"You all right?" asked Takato, after Growlmon had been flung to the end of the path.
"I'm fine," groaned Growlmon, as he clutched at his head. He slowly got back up to his feet.
A Program suddenly floated up to Growlmon. The thing giggled as it flew around him, before it stopped and floated in front of him.
"Hey, you're a Deva Digimon, aren't you?" asked the Program innocently, its eyes wide in almost disbelief.
Growlmon had always found the programs to be adorably cute. He couldn't help it.
"Yeah, I am," replied Growlmon.
"That's great," laughed the Program in relief. "You've got to help me! There's electrical surges all over the shuttle's computer. It's preventing us programs from getting to the control panels."
The red, virus-class fire-type Digimon suddenly realised that this Program was one of the many fail-safe programs that had been installed into the computer. Its job was to stop the piloting program and the throttle program and the other programs from malfunctioning.
"What do I have to do?" he asked the Program.
"There's a couple of fail-safe control panels in each sector," explained the Program, "but it's too dangerous for me to break through."
"Don't you worry," said Growlmon confidently. "I'll find a way to it. Step aside and let a professional do his work."
Takato sighed.
"You're getting way too big-headed for your own good," he told his Digimon.
The Digimon didn't listen to his Operator, however, as he ran down the red path. He skidded to a halt. In front of him was another current surge. He could see it clearly. It was heading in the opposite direction towards him. With a roar, Growlmon charged straight towards it but was forced back. He looked around him.
"Takato, can you see a way around this?" asked Growlmon, hoping that Takato was keeping an eye on him through the holographic screen.
"No, not really," sighed Takato. "Wait!" he exclaimed suddenly and with great excitement. "Go back a bit and then turn... right," he told Growlmon. "Turn right again and then carry on. You'll bypass the surge."
"Not if I can help it!" giggled a Program as it flew straight towards Growlmon. "Elec Ring!" It threw a ring of electricty straight at Growlmon.
The fire-type Digimon ducked straight underneath it.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he shouted at the Program. "I came here to help you guys!" It was then that he noticed that the Program wasn't white like the other one. It was completely black and had an evil look on its yellow eyes. "What's wrong with you?" asked Growlmon.
"Must delete," droned the Program. "Long live Hypnos. Elec Ring!"
"That's a Hypnos Program, Growlmon!" warned Takato.
"Then let's delete!" roared Growlmon as he thrust his claws out and crushed the evil program.

Rapidmon was caught up in a surge and dragged along the path away from his intended target. He was thrown off the other side.
"This isn't good," he muttered under his breath. He leapt off the path and flung himself at the surge, trying to fly his way back, but to no avail. "Jenrya, there's something really wrong about this place," he called out to his operator. "Someone's mucked around with the surge protectors."
"I know," stated Jenrya. "Can you put them back online?"
"I'll give it my best shot," he told Jenrya.
"Watch your back!"
Rapidmon whirled round and saw a ferocious dog-like creature leap at him. He flew out of the way, narrowly avoiding the vicious virus. The vaccine-class Digimon whirled round. The virus was instantly recognisable. Rapidmon knew it to be a HellHound virus, a fire-type.
"Jenrya, I'll need some," he began, only to be cut off when the HellHound opened its mouth.
A jet of flames flew straight at Rapidmon. The bunny-like Digimon flew out of the way and returned fire with his Tri-Beam attack.
The HellHound was just too quick. The beam smashed into the path harmlessly. It growled, before it leapt up at Rapidmon, opening its mouth.
"That's right, say 'ah'!" exclaimed Rapidmon as he aimed his cannon at the virus. He fired a missile straight into the virus and seconds later, it exploded.

Growlmon picked up the datacap from the defeated virus and downloaded its data. The Digimon licked his lips in anticipation, as he saw what Advance he had managed to get. It was a Holyshld.EXE Advance. Perfect! If he used that Advance, the next attack that hit him would end up doing negative damage and heal him.
"This is a cool DigiModify Advance," he stated. "I wonder how it managed to get into that virus?"
"Never mind about that!" shouted Takato. "If you don't hurry up, there won't be anything left."
"You're right," agreed Growlmon with a nod of his head. "I'd better get going." He ran ahead of him and skidded to a halt. A step further and he would have hit a surge that would have dragged him away. Growlmon turned left onto a new path and followed it to the end.
Somewhere in front was a platform that looked like it was made out of tires. Sitting on it was the surge control panel that Growlmon wanted. From behind it, floated out several black Programs that had been left there by the Hypnos Digimon. They hurtled towards him.
With a roar, Growlmon charged forwards. He slashed at all the Programs with his claws, reducing them to dust. Their digital data flew through the air and Growlmon absorbed it. Growlmon collapsed to the floor, clutching at himself with his scaly paws.
"Urgh, I feel strange," he told Takato, as his very digital data began to reconfigure.
"Growlmon, you're digivolving!" exclaimed Takato in disbelief. "Wow! WarGrowlmon?"
The new Digimon, WarGrowlmon stood up on to his feet. He looked like a Growlmon wearing armour which had two axe blades on the arms. He felt a new power surging through him. It was unbelievable. With a roar, he fired his jet boosters and flew through the air towards the surge control panel. Nothing would stop him. He landed right next to it and pressed a button. There was a buzzing noise and that was it.
A frown appeared on WarGrowlmon's face.
"Is that it?" he wondered out loud.
"I guess so," sighed Takato. "Why don't you go and see if you can reach the autopilot program?"
WarGrowlmon nodded his head.
"Roger," he replied, before running down the path, chopping at any viruses that got in his way. He was unstoppable. Nothing would get in his way of saving his Operator and all the people on board.

Rena looked at the creature in front of her. It was a Digimon that she had never seen before. There was something about this Digimon that sent shivers down her spine. She could see the cruel smile on his pale face. He could see his three, red eyes glisten with malevolence.
"You're Beelzemon, aren't you?" asked Rena calmly, as she kept her distance. "You're the Legendary Lone Digimon."
The dark-class normal-type Demon Lord Digimon grinned, flexing his sharp claws. He was a powerful looking Digimon with a tail and a tattered, brown cloak around him that covered most of him except for his black, leather boots and gloves with metallic finger tips.
"So, you've heard of me," he chuckled in a voice that made him sound as if he came from the bad streets of New York. "I'm somewhat flattered."
"I want something from you," the Taomon told him. "Information."
"Why should I give you anything?" asked Beelzemon, as he floated there in front of her. He sneered at her. "You pathetic little thing. I could crush you with my little finger!"
Rena stepped back a bit.
"I want to know what the Syndicates are up to," she told him. "I want to know why they are moving so many of their operations to the Earth."
"Why? So you can protect the pathetic little humans?" laughed Beelzemon, as he floated towards her. Such a Digimon didn't need to walk around like a common Digimon. He merely had to float. "Listen to me when I say this, sweetheart," he said, as he closed in on her. "The humans are finished. The Officials and the Devas will vanish in an instant. You know why? I'll tell you why. I overheard Hypnos talking. They're trying to build something called Juggernaut. It's their so-called Super Digimon, but it ain't no Digimon, I can tell you that." He grinned. He loved scaring the wits out of Digimon before he deleted them. "It's a special super virus. When it enters the Digital World... Bada Boom! Everything will be wiped out! Everything will be deleted!" He laughed.
There was a horrified look on Rena's face.
"Aren't you going to do something about it?" she asked him. "If the Digital World is wiped out, surely you'll be deleted too."
Beelzemon grinned at her.
"I won't be deleted," he told her. "I am forever. The more data I absorb, the stronger I become. It won't be long before I am invincible!" His grin turned into a toothy, fanged smile. Quickly, he reached out and grabbed Rena by the face. "You're quite a pretty Digimon, you know that?" he asked her. "Yes, I'd love to absorb you."
"Rena, jack out!" screamed Ruki all of a sudden.
The Taomon disappeared from Beelzemon's grasp. He merely laughed and his laughter echoed throughout the DarkNet.

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"Have you got the Mechanical Program yet?" asked the Hypnos Operator, as she remained in the darkness.
The Digimon shook her head.
"I'm afraid not," she replied. "It won't be long now, though."
"You had better hurry up, for your sake."

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"WarGrowlmon, great work!" praised Takato. "We've got ourselves back on trajectory, thanks to you." A few seconds later, Takato made some unintelligable noise. "WarGrowlmon, Leomon's got himself stuck in a static field," he announced.
"Don't worry, I'm on it," said WarGrowlmon reassuringly, before he ran down the path. He suddenly stopped. "Er... Takato..."
Takato sighed heavily.
"He's in Sector 3," he told his Digimon. Seconds later, WarGrowlmon still had a confused expression on his face. "You're in Sector 1."
WarGrowlmon nodded in acnowledgement.
"Got it," he informed Takato, before he ran down the path. He fired his jet boosters and flew over the virus ahead of him. No point in wasting time battling it, after all.

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"WarGrowlmon, what are you doing?" asked Takato curiously.
"Searching for Leomon."
Takato blushed heavily in embarrassment.
"Leomon's in Sector 3, not Sector 5," Takato told his Digimon. Moments later. "That's 1 again." A few more moments later, "That's still Sector 1."
"I must say your Digimon isn't giving me much confidence," stated Captain Reisz.
"Got it!" cried Alice. "Throttle program's fixed!"
"Right wing is fixed!" announced Jenrya.
Takato knew that all attention was fixed on him and his Digimon now. It was up to WarGrowlmon to fix the fix the landing gear program before they reached Beijing Spaceport. He looked up from his D-Scanner.
"How much time have we got left?" he asked the pilot.
"We're just entering Asia Air Space," announced Capt. Reisz. "If he doesn't fix that landing gear program, we won't be able to land." He looked at the fuel gauge and it confirmed his fears. "We don't have much fuel, either, so either he gets it fixed or we drop out of the sky."
"I guess if worst comes to worse, we can always try an emergency landing," suggested the co-pilot.
"No!" protested Takato. "WarGrowlmon will fix the program, just you wait." He crossed his fingers himself and prayed for the best. "I know you can do it, WarGrowlmon," he told his Digimon. "I'm counting on you. We all are."

To be continued...