Disclaimer: I don't own digimon
Author's Note: Glossary:
MRE: Meal Ready to Eat, the Army's standard field ration
Further Note: All I know about New York comes from the maps I read.
Episode XLII
Night Maneuvers
Courage is rightly esteemed the first of human qualities... because it is the quality which guarantees all others.
Sir Winston Churchill
New York was ominously silent for a few minutes. Men and women on one side, digimon on the other, all waiting for something to happen. The silence was broken by a roar from the sky, and a sudden burst of blue light appeared overhead. Mimi, standing with a guiding light on the top of a Manhatten skyscraper smiled enthusiastically as the Australian Avengers, all nine of them, descended from a pillar of blue light, their digimon already prepped for combat. Behind them about fifty more digidestined descended, looking either scared, astonished, or like they were trying to pretend that they were not either.
Good job. Get out of here Izzy! Mimi shouted up at the looming ImperialDramon. There was no reply except a blue flash disappearing over the horizon as Izzy took her advice.
What's the situation here? Derrick asked almost as soon as he hit the ground. We picked up two of the Australian IDEF teams, and some from Pakistan and India. Right now we all speak English, but we could have language problems later.
All right, I have orders for you all. Mimi spoke up loudly. If you have a flying digimon I want you to head for the southern tip of Manhattan, right over there. You're going to join up with the other flying digimon there, unless your digimon is not up to flying for a long period of time. Then you better come with us. We've got a command post set up in Harlem that we're running things out of for the time being.
Five digimon set out with their partners for the flying rendezvous point, the rest came with Mimi as she headed for the elevator.
We're withdrawing. Hayes announced. His officers nodded grimly. We've managed to evacuate everyone north of Manhattan Island itself, so we're pulling back to there. That narrows our front by about fifty percent. We've also given up on holding the Inwood area, so we can dig in on West 179th. I want first battalion sitting on that line. The second brigade better hold the waterfront. Unfortunately we're still trying to get the rest of first and third brigades over the river, but I guess we're going to have to settle with what we've got on this side. I don't know if we have artillery support, our artillery is sort of jammed right now, but if we do priority will go to the river units, because I would really like to be able to hold Manhattan.
Can we expect reinforcements? Lieutenant Colonel Harvey from 1st battalion raised his hand and the question Hayes had really not wanted to answer.
I have no idea. Hayes replied honestly.
How about more digimon on our side? Harvey asked.
Hayes asked, turning to one side.
One moment. I just got a report from lower Manhattan and Mimi. It seems that we already have more. ImperialDramon brought in forty more of us, but only about ten are actual combat veterans, so we have no idea how effective they'll be. Willis looked up. Given that rate, I expect reinforcements to be dropped off at approximately half-hour or fifteen minute intervals. Plus I expect that we're going to get more troops in from other cities on the Eastern Seaboard, but that could take more time. Since we're probably fighting thousands from the look of it I don't know how much help that's going to be. It's the inexperience that worries me.
How is that a problem? Hayes asked.
Well, besides the usual difference between veterans and rookies, digimon are different. They have...well, the best word for it is energy. Whenever they digivolve to the next level, which makes them powerful enough to fight, they start draining this energy, and they do it fast. That means that we traditionally get only a few minutes of combat time out of a digimon. But, as they grow more experienced they get more energy, like getting stronger by lifting weights, which means that they can fight for longer.
Is there anyway to recharge their energy? Hayes asked.
Food, and lots of it. Willis replied shortly.
Anything specific? Harvey asked from down in the audience.
No, not really. Digimon will eat anything.
Well we've got enough MREs to feed them for a year. Unless they get food poisoning and die. Harvey responded cheekily. Everyone laughed at that.
I don't know what type of coverage you can expect though. Already our air defenses are going to be spread kind of thin. I'm afraid that air coverage is going to be real thin in the future. We'll have some air support, but probably not much available for ground attack missions. Willis thumbed through some of his notes. On the other hand we haven't seen any of the real big monsters yet. If they hold off some more, we can take the time to get our forces covering the evacuation here.
All right, get back to your posts. We better be ready for them when they show up. Hayes clapped his hands and dissolved the meeting.
General Sir Thomas Alexander swore up and down again. He cursed himself for managing to find himself in the position as senior NATO officer in the middle of Paris during the war to end all wars. He cursed his political leaders for leaving him with an army so small he could count it on the fingers of one hand, and he cursed the French for not listening to him, or actually telling him anything. He shrugged and went over to watch the Frenchman on the motorcycle argue with the French general.
Something was happening. He would bet money on it, but there was literally nothing he could do about it. He was only here in this country as a guest, not actually in a formal position, so he was being left out of the loop by the French General Staff. That was bothering him. He knew most of the people who had survived the first series of attacks on government sites, and none of them were the people he would have chosen to France. Most of them were bold, decisive and determined to strike straight for the enemy, an invaluable trait if one was fighting in the jungles of Africa perhaps. But against an enemy that had so far stymied everyone who had taken it on, it did not seem a profitable strategy.
Apparently the man on the motorcycle agreed. Alexander considered his French to be fair, but they were talking to each other so fast that they were basically incomprehensible to him. Both of them were near shouting at each other, spittle filling the air. The older man was yelling something about children, the general yelling something back about senility and insanity. Finally the general rolled his eyes, caught site of Alexander, and gestured him over. Apparently he was about to get a thankless task dropped on him.
You still working on that? Ken asked, looking over Izzy's shoulder.
It's bothering me. Whatever Utopia was building in there, I can't seem to figure out what it's supposed to do. But it's big, it's powerful, and it sure isn't intended to sit there forever. Besides, I need something to do besides worry. Izzy did not even look up from the diagram he was watching.
Ken had to agree with him. Yolei was off flying escort beside them, and Davis was still a bit peeved at having to miss out on a fight. For the long flight over the Atlantic, even if ImperialDramon could cut it down to minutes, they needed some sort of entertainment. He tried to read the diagrams that Izzy was using, but failed. What have you figured out?
That we've got a problem. For some reason they've built a device capable of creating either a black hole, or something disturbingly similar. But I still have no idea what they plan to use it for. Izzy stared balefully at the diagram.
You'll figure it out in time. Ken replied confidently.
You're no help at all. Izzy complained, going back to his work.
TK grunted. He had three maps spread out in front of them, taken from some parent's car, one map of Paris, and two outlying France south of him. He had a command staff that consisted in its entirety of Catherine and Daniel, both of them standing by with their teams. He had a language barrier that he could barely believe, and if that weren't bad enough...
Chaos was beginning to unfold in more and more spectacular ways as the digidestined arrived from different parts of the world. Most of them had very little idea of who they were, what they were supposed to be doing, or even why they were doing it. Most of them were also scared to the point of almost pissing their trousers. This had the side effect of making their digimon, new to battle as well, extremely nervous, adding to the general tension. TK was just hoping that this would all be resolved before someone snapped and created an even larger disturbance. He was too busy to worry about that now. Nobody, and by this he meant nobody, seemed to have the faintest idea what was going on. Even now a series of contradictory public broadcasts was being sent out over the airwaves, each one seemingly more confused and disjointed than the last. It was at the verge of driving everyone over the edge.
Someone began to shout down at them from above, yelling in a language that TK could not understand. A moment later the language changed to French, asking for a place to land. TK did not even bother to look around as Catherine directed them down, only turning around when he heard the sound of an irritated digimon. A large Kuwagamon screeched in annoyance as someone stepped on its wings. A moment later it had calmed down and Johann, together with the rest of the European Legion Frankfurt had managed to get on the ground. Fourteen more digidestined rushed to the front command post of the InterDimensional Expeditionary Force.
What's up? Johann asked as he made it to the table. We've been out of contact since leaving Frankfurt.
We're in trouble. TK pointed at the map. We need time to evacuate Paris, and I don't think they're going to be happy with Paris. I think that they're going to head for Germany next. Which means that we better stop them here. Unfortunately there are a lot of them, and I don't exactly know how we're going to do it.
Johann made a quick check to make sure that Catherine was allowing TK to usurp her normal position of authority, and then nodded. So, what's the plan?
Hold them off. I want new organization. Cody, Sora, Kari, get over here. Cody, Kari, I want teams of your fastest and most able digimon standing by. We'll go in four groups as soon as our scouts return. I want three groups standing by to hit the enemy force on the flanks as soon as a target presents itself, with one group standing by in reserve. Kari, I want you to be field director there. Skirmish mode only. I want you to hit them for no more than two hours, and then withdraw ahead of them about fifty kilometers and regroup. Sora, while we get teams organized for this I want you to throw together a group of five flying digimon to give our land based troops some support. Make sure that none of them are prepared to engage directly.
Got it. Sora resisted the sudden impulse to salute.
Right. That given we've got to organize with local defenses. Let's get this show on the road people. TK stood up and looked around for Patamon.
Joe, I hear something. Zudomon murmured nearly subsonically.
What is it? Joe asked. He had learned long ago that Zudomon was a true marine mammal, and that his hearing, especially underwater, was incredibly keen. If Zudomon heard something, chances were it was really there.
It sounds like a digimon. Zudomon admitted. But whatever it is, it's big!
As if to punctuate his remark there was a sudden jet of spray and something that looked about the size of nearby Staten Island rose from the depths. The rising fins nearly threw Zudomon off balance as well.
Watch it! Joe yelled, Zudomon cranking over so far that Joe nearly fell off.
Sorry mate! A kid on the other digimon cheerfully waved back. But I didn't see you there. My name's Harrison, and I'm fresh from Australia. I heard you needed some help."
Do we ever. I remember you. Well, you and Whamon better start evacuating people, but there aren't too many left on the islands. Follow Michael over there, he's coordinating things. Zudomon and I will get back to the front lines then. Joe nudged Zudomon, and Zudomon turned away. Good luck!
Why do I need good luck? You're the one going into the bloody battleground. Harrison replied truthfully.
This is fancy. Sora noted, looking impressed.
Yes, isn't it. TK's Grandfather gave a typically Gallic shrug. We are lucky that I still have the key from the gates of Versailles palace since the last time I had to fix them. It will make a good command post. It is said that Louis XIV directed his wars from this building. TK here will be in good company.
Did he win or lose? Cody asked from below the table, emerging after a moment to stare in wonder at the gold furnishings around the main dining table. There were so many that the room looked like it was the inside of a gold bar, and the gleaming light from the chandeliers sent reflections scattering everywhere.
He won much honor and glory for the people of France. Of course, TK's grandfather added self-consciously, he was before the age of the Republic, when France rose to the pinnacle of both glory and power.
TK grinned and ran a hand over the polished wood before setting the maps down on top of them, and pulling out the little plastic markers that they had colored in with a computer and printer. Well then, let's get down to giving the Republic another chance at glory, shall we?
At that point the door to the room opened, and an older man ran in wearing an unfamiliar army uniform, panting slightly. He did not look French and, as he got closer, TK could see a Union Jack patch on one shoulder. He came up to the table and looked down, seemingly interested.
You must be in charge here. I'm General Sir Thomas Alexander, British Army General Staff, and I was... He stopped and squinted.
Kyle, the boy standing right beside Daniel whispered.
Yes Uncle? Daniel responded nonchalantly. Any other time he would have been intimidated, but he had already seen TK's impromptu battle plans. Just brief estimations had given them a casualty count that scared everybody. The prospect of going into combat at a moment's notice had already scared him to the point where his Uncle lambasting things would not scare him any further.
I suppose you will explain all this to me later. Who is in charge here? He stood a bit higher.
I am. TK responded. I think I speak English well enough to be understood, and I'm the one who was standing in the middle when we needed a leader.
Where are you from? General Alexander squinted.
Odaiba, near Tokyo in Japan. TK replied, still staring at the maps.
Japan! You've come a long way to fight this war. Alexander looked impressed.
I've been waiting a long time as well.
Well the French General Staff sent me to 'take control of those kids' as they so charmingly put it. I'm the only general here without an army or a staff, so it looks like I get elected to do the dirty work. They want you to participate in holding the city of Paris. Do you have a plan of some sort? Alexander looked bitter about something.
At the moment, not really. TK replied, still focused almost entirely on the map. I've begun assembling a rotating skirmish team, three assault groups and a rotating reserve, hopefully to pull them in different directions. Also we're working an air team up to give us some measure of air superiority. We're going to try and slow them down. Cody, as soon as our ground scouts return, I want you to assemble a new, larger group, make it six of them. Make sure their digivices are rigged to communicate with us. Then I want to use them as forward deployed scouts. Place them at ten kilometer intervals around a convenient cutoff point. We're going to have to find one actually. But I want to know the moment they get within a hundred kilometers of the city. Next, Catherine, I'm going to need to start stockpiling supplies in the palace of Versailles. Primarily high energy or high sugar foods, but also some medical supplies. See what you can do.
Now I'm really impressed. General Alexander stepped back, and shook his head. You've already got more of a plan than that beehive of uncertainty down at the French HQ. Daniel, maybe I should leave your leader alone, and talk to you for a few moments about what's really going on and how these digimon fight.
Sure Uncle. Daniel nodded to TK and left as TK continued to absently trace his finger on the map.
What are we waiting for? WarGreymon heard the grumbling below him, and cocked one ear in its general direction. He was caught hovering inside of a dark area under a billboard on a building of medium height, waiting for any evidence of an attack. The whisper below was just the cue he had been waiting for.
The signal, you idiot. Another voice responded contemptuously.
When's it coming? I want to fight. Another voice grumbled.
There was a sudden shrill blast of noise coming from the darkened side of the river, echoing through the now deserted buildings.
Well, let's go. The voice grumbled.
Terra Force! There was a moment with the blast of light caught the entire company of Bakemon in the open, and then a moment later they were nothing except for gently drifting dust, settling to the ground. Then WarGreymon was blasting off skyward trying to find out where the attack was coming from. His effort was unnecessary.
There were so many digimon that the river practically looked like it was boiling. Dark shapes flitted to and fro in the uneasy light of the moon and stars, and the air itself seemed crowded in some places. Some of the shapes revealed cruelly curved claws and teeth, some the leathery expanses of wings. All tried their best to look cruel and terrible, and the cumulative effect was almost like watching a nightmare unfold.
But the defenders were waiting for them. Kids, trailing digimon, had turned up to talk to the individual soldiers holding the line, telling them that their enemies were, despite their monstrous appearance, flesh and blood. That if they were shot, they would die, that they could be killed. Now the second brigade of the 16th Mechanized Infantry opened up on everything moving across the river. Their armored vehicles had been disabled, but their guns relied on basic mechanical parts, and the chatter of .50 caliber machine guns spewing out bullets cut through the night. Tracers cut through the gloom, temporarily illuminating their targets.
Bullets did not seem to kill digimon that easily, but they did the job. Each digimon took more bullets than a human would normally have been able to take, each body that disintegrated absorbed bullets, made the humans expend ammunition to destroy. And, while the dark tide surged across the river, swimming, flying or hitching a ride, semaphore messages were flashing back toward the central command farther back. Mortar batteries, smaller weapons than the massive main guns of battle tanks, coughed their rounds over the buildings. It was a difficult job, the mortars had been intended for use in more open terrain, and many buildings were struck by ascending and descending rounds that wandered slightly off course, but there were three mortar companies on Manhattan island now, and the weight of fire began to take its toll, mortar shells bursting in the middle of incoming digimon.
From his position on the front lines Matt could quickly see that this was a swarming attack, and the Khartan was still keeping his big guns somewhere in reserve. He could not see a single Ultimate anywhere in the crowd, only Champions and Rookies. But these were not just Bakemon on a rampage. Matt could see Tyrannomon, Monochromon, Meramon, Kiwimon and other powerful Champion level digimon charging their opponents. The largest and most powerful digimon were hard to stop, they soaked up bullets like a sponge, remaining mostly immune to damage dealt to them by the soldiers they were fast approaching.
From his right there was a flare of light as a soldier carrying a Light Anti-Tank Weapon stood up and discharged his weapon. The rocket struck an already damaged Tyrannomon square in the chest, and the digimon screamed before disintegrating into dust. A second later the enemy digimon were within range, and a Volcanic Strike blasted the unfortunate infantryman into pieces. Soldiers, following pre-assigned orders, ducked back behind their barricades, keeping their heads down as the first barrage blasted over their positions. There were some screams, but relatively few as the wave continued advancing.
Matt yelled, and MetalGarurumon threw himself over the wall he had been hiding behind, eyes blazing. Other figures rose in the teeth of the cross-river assault, taller than the humans around them, and the IDEF opened up on their enemies.
Blaze Buster! Solar Ray! Crusher Bone! Guardian Barrage! Flower Cannon! Metal Wolf Claw! Terra Force! For a brief moment the river blazed like the sun, and the digimon on the other side screamed as twisted rays of fire blasted through their ranks. The first rows, decimated both physically and mentally, fell back under the attack, confusing their ranks.
Someone yelled below, and a hundred round, ball-like objects flew up into the night, landing in the middle of the mass milling around in the river. Many of the grenades exploded harmlessly after sinking into the water, but quite a few of them landed on other digimon. The rafts of floating digimon suddenly sprouted fire as the explosions wracked their members. Seconds later soldiers began popping over the barricades on their side of the river, guns rising to meet their foes. Carefully controlled streams of lead cut into their enemies, and then the soldiers dropped out of sight again, hiding back behind the walls. The digimon kept on popping up and down in different places, hopefully keeping the enemy off their toes.
Tai's worry had been with the barricades. There was only so much that they could take, and as they began to absorb hit after hit, Matt began to understand Tai's worry. The barricades had been constructed out of concrete and earth dug hastily out of the ground. They absorbed heat and kinetic energy like rubber, but even they were beginning to show the effects of prolonged combat. As attacks continued to pour in pieces of the barricades began to fall down, hitting the river below with a splash. They had tried their best to dynamite themselves a steep embankment, but now it looked like the entire front wall was about to collapse on them.
Spinning Needle! From above Airdramon dove on her enemies, golden blasts of light spinning out in all directions. Below dark digimon screamed and dove for cover as the rest of the airborne digimon returned to battle with a vengeance. Behind the river barricades there was another change of position and new digimon, just arrived from Tai's mobile reserve, managed to rush up to the walls and open fire on their opponents. These were less experienced digimon, some of whom were not even able to digivolve to Champion, but for now they were able to lend the line some extra firepower, and their arrival disinheartened the attackers. With double attacks from both the ground and the air there was a shift in the momentum, and the next moment their attackers were gone, leaving only their dying and injured behind. They faded back into the darkness cloaking the other side of the river and disappeared.
We can't take too many more of those Tai. Matt explained as his digimon grounded itself. We simply don't have the power to hold this line. We've lost about half of our barricade as it stands, and I really don't want to be here when the whole thing collapses.
I know. We're not going to be able to hold against another attack here, especially since Khartan now knows exactly how prepared we are. We're going to have to fall back at some point. Tai looked unusually pensive.
Fall back where? Matt asked. If we start running, we might keep running.
I just hope Steve's finished his job by now. Tai murmured.
Move aside, move aside! Evacuees jerked out of the way as the huge walking snowman lumbered through the crowd on the docks. People screamed and jerked, but were kept from panicking by the group of armed soldiers, looking increasingly grim, running behind the digimon. The crowd at the foot of the docks was thickest, but eventually even they managed to clear out of the way.
Steve called from Frigimon's shoulder as the digimon lumbered up to the giant whale docked at the end of the port. Change of plans!
What is it? Harrison asked, scrambling back down the side of the whale. He recognized Steve instantly, but was not sure why he was followed by so many soldiers.
We need reinforcements on Manhattan Island. I know you're still evacuating people, but we want you to take soldiers back with you. These are from the first brigade of the sixteenth. We're trying to feed them across the bridges, but the bridges are blocked too. You're going to need to ship troops across all night, because we really need them on the other side of the river.
Harrison nodded, understanding the logic. If he was carrying evacuees over, he might as well carry soldiers back. He also gestured toward the ladders propped against the side of the whale, and the first of the reinforcements scrambled up onto their transport.
ImperialDramon growled.
Right there. That house with the light! Izzy nearly fell down as ImperialDramon turned beneath him. He was standing right behind the giant Mega's head, directing the digimon around the world. ImperialDramon might have been fast, but he also had problems with directions.
There was a beam of blue light and then another team of digidestined was standing inside the blue dome. This team looked like they had seen some action off-world, they were all wearing roughed-up clothing and tattered backpacks that were bulging with what looked like survival gear. They had the look of someone who had seen some action, a faint reflection of what was in the eyes of the Odaiba A team.
IDEF Seattle? Ken asked, reaching out a hand.
That's right. You're Japan? The tall girl with the long black hair took Ken's hand in her own.
One of them. We've also got one of the Siberian teams here, I can't pronounce their hometown, and three of the Korean teams. We're headed for New York. Ken explained.
Well, I always wanted to see some action. The Seattle girl responded. I guess that this is as good a time as any.
It certainly is. Ken returned. We're going to pick up a few more teams before we get there, but otherwise we should be all right.
I'm glad. You get us there, we'll take care of the rest. The girl responded confidently.
I'm glad.
What's going on? TK asked as General Alexander re-entered the newly dubbed War Room. I know that something must be up, but only because we're monitoring.
Monitoring what? Alexander asked, pushing an inconveniently placed eighteenth century chair out of the way.
TK merely pointed at a simple police band scanner propped up in one corner of the room. A French boy was seated at a nearby computer, typing up the messages in English. It's our only connection with authority.
Well, don't expect much from me. General Alexander muttered. I'm only here as NATO adjunctant to the French Army. And the French are keeping me as far away from their command structure as possible. I don't really blame them, if we had a French general in England, we would be keeping him far away from our command structure, but that doesn't mean that they have to do their best to infuriate me. The problem is that the French are confident of their superiority over the enemy, and they see no reason to engage the enemy with the help of unconventional authority. Which means you may be on your own.
Any help from NATO available? Daniel had entered the room as well.
No. NATO doesn't like this to be widely known, but we're stretched rather thin. Without the ability to use airplanes against this enemy, we're stuck with ground troops, mostly with KFOR in Kosovo or stuck in Germany or somewhere else equally unproductive. The Royal Navy would be glad to ferry British troops across the Channel, but we really don't have anyone on ready standby, and our ministers aren't helping. They want to keep a home guard around themselves. I guess I can't blame them. Plus the Americans just got the ground kicked out from under them, so we can't expect much support from them either.
We've got people in America. We'll do okay there, but they may be busy for a while. TK reported. We're expecting to hit the enemy any time now. How well organized is the French Army?
Don't ask. The general staff is calling in every reservist they can get their hands on, literally pulling them out of the woodwork, but they have serious problems now. The main arsenals are elsewhere, that is, the main arsenals they haven't already drained. They were not prepared to mobilize on a day's notice. Even the active units are taking some time to get into position. They'll have the bulk of three divisions in Paris when they get hit, but when they get hit, they'll get hit hard. Most of those divisions have their heavy equipment elsewhere, and I think they're going to get the shit kicked out of them, pardon my language.
No problem. I have the feeling I'll be hearing worse soon. TK paused, then turned to the red-headed girl beside him. Sora, could you do me a favor and see if you can station one of your groups in an open spot? We might need them.
She asked.
If I was Khartan, I would want to cause maximum disruption. I would hit the French while they were still forming up, and that probably means attack from the air. We may have to deal with them a lot sooner than I thought. Cody, I know that your scouts aren't rested yet, but once they are, I want you to send them out to the east. I want to make sure that we aren't being flanked.
If they flank us, could they cut us off from Germany? General Alexander stood up and peered at the map.
I'm willing to bet so. And if they do, how much trouble are we in? TK replied, still studying the big map.
Bad. That backs us into a corner. The only way out is to escape across the sea to England, and that means that we're going to be cut off completely from all our European allies.
Well then, we better keep that channel open. Daniel, the skirmish teams are leaving momentarily, so you might want to join your squad. Kari's down in the main gardens prepping them for launch. She'll be in charge. I hope you don't mind.
Not at all. Daniel turned to go, then, at the doorway, he turned around and saluted before leaving.
Great, now everyone's making fun of me. TK grumbled.
Not really, you make a good General. Sora whispered back.
Yeah. Right. TK mumbled before turning back to the map.
Tai heard someone mutter under their breath as they peered over the edge. The whole damn shoreline is moving!
Somebody else yelled further down the line. In response there was a hiss and several white Magnesium flares burned their way into the sky, illuminating the front lines.
My God! The soldier next to Tai whispered and Tai was forced to agree with the sentiment. The entire opposite side was a mass of digimon, all those types who had attacked before, but this time they were backed and supported by others. Minotaurmon, Dokugamon, Okuwamon, Mammothmon and dozens of other Ultimate level digimon.
Here comes the big attack. Matt, fire plan two.
Plan two. Tai's D3 crackled back in his hand, and a second later missiles began to impact on the opposite shore. Blasts of icy fire swept across the enemy, and many digimon were frozen and then shattered into dozens of pieces as they were hit again and again. This time there was no surprise available, it would be a straight out dirty fight from beginning to end. A golden glow suffused the human lines as digimon digivolved, and then a solid wall of Champions rose and began to fire. The outgoing fire stormed its way through enemy lines, blasts of red flame licking at unprotected flesh, blasts of blue fire striking fleeing backs. Tight packed ranks felt the metallic bite of missiles, the crackling contained lighting of energy shots, panicked as strike after strike slammed into them. But they were digimon, and they could strike back.
Almost immediately there was a tidal wave of energy rushing back in the other direction. Most of it struck the remains of the initial fortifications as digimon ducked back behind shelter, but much of it got through and digimon began to shudder as they were struck again and again, buckling under the attack. Inexperienced digimon de-digivolved as fast as they digivolved and were immediately rushed back to the rear by soldiers assigned to the digidestined. Other digimon were overcome by sudden fear. The rain of fire was so intense that they knew that if they left safety they would soon be overcome, so instead of attacking they stayed hidden behind their walls and hoped that they would be forgotten.
Now soldiers joined the battle, firing bursts from automatic rifles, illuminating the night with flashes from their muzzles. Bullets whined through the air, cutting holes in digimon and ground alike. Grenades flashed as they exploded, driving their prey back temporarily into the darkness, but still the enemy lines advanced. And advanced. And advanced. Despite the defender's best efforts, the tide continued to advance on them. It appeared that there was no stopping it.
Just as the enemy wave reached the fortifications the army sprung their last surprise. Dozen of Claymore mines, buried in the front of the barricade fired as one. The interference from the digimon was so fierce that only about half of them fired, but when they did fire the effect was devastating. Steel balls and shrapnel exploded into the enemy, cutting through their ranks like a scythe through wheat. Digimon were literally torn apart by the blasts that detonated in their midst. Dark figures screeched in agony, a horrible symphony of dissonant tones that ravaged the ears of the listeners, and then disintegrated on the spot. The light of stars was suddenly replaced by explosions and the release of life force all throughout the night. The front ranks disappeared in showers of dust, ripped to pieces by the fire unleashed in their midst.
But Khartan had clearly planned for a spirited resistance. His front ranks seemed to have been nothing more than cannon fodder, and they performed their duty admirably. The absorbed bullets and shot and died. They died by the numbers but they forced their enemy to expend that firepower on them. Soldiers hurriedly changed the magazines on their rifles as they took advantage of the momentary lull that the mines had bought them, but the cost had been high. Already there had been casualties in the defenders, soldiers wounded by the attacks, being carried backward in stretchers. And the mines had only destroyed the least powerful ranks of attackers, and now the enemy Ultimates were moving at them.
Rifle fire did not slow down these behemoths, nor did the steady rain of mortar shells now arcing overhead, but there was something that could have, and something that did. As those monsters reached the bulwarks they were met by digimon pushing back. The battle turned savage, a nightmare of claws and flickering blasts of energy, a confused whirl of death and destruction. Digimon screamed and fell, or screamed and felled others, dying and living by turns, but fighting, always fighting.
We've got to get out of here. We're about to be overwhelmed! Matt yelled to Tai as the flow of battle momentarily carried them within shouting distance.
Yes. I know! Tai shouted back. But how?
Silphymon, punch us a hole through there! Izzy yelled. MegaKabuterimon, you too. Let's go!
Static Force! A dozen champions rushing the New York lines were blasted away by this, and ImperialDramon lined himself up for a clear shot.
Mega Crusher! A ball of blue-white energy shot out of his mouth and slammed into the ground with the force that was so large it was nearly atomic. Suddenly the digimon that had formed the center of the attacking army were blasted either away, some disintegrating in the blow, some just thrown to one side. Then ImperialDramon was skimming his way over enemy lines, the shock waves of his passage throwing enemy digimon around like matchsticks.
Horn Buster! Digimon died behind as MegaKabuterimon wheeled around firing, and then dropped ropes from his side. Three dozen soldiers how had been hanging on to the giant red beetle's shell rappelled down the ropes in seconds, and then MegaKabuterimon was lifting off again, even as the familiar blue beams finished depositing digidestined and their reinforcing digimon in the middle of friendly lines.
Thanks Izzy! Tai and WarGreymon floated up next to ImperialDramon. You're a lifesaver.
I'm glad you approve. Izzy replied. But we better get back to work. You have fifty more digidestined ready for combat. We've briefed them on what we know as they came here, but I don't know how much help they'll be against that. The enemy won't rest. They'll be back soon.
I know! Tai replied. Get out of here Izzy.
On our way. ImperialDramon paused momentarily to pick up Silphymon and Tentomon, and then turned into a blue streak, heading south this time.
Steve forced his way into the command center of the US Army, panting, and thus gaining Michael's attention. Michael had taken over command duties here to free Willis and his two digimon to return to the front lines.
What is it? Michael asked.
We got all the evacuees out. I was sent to say that first brigade is mostly across.
General Hayes stepped in. Tell them to form up with the NYPD on 125th street. I want them to make a wall there that will stop anybody, because that's where we're withdrawing next. Has anyone found the heavy artillery?
Yes, but they're hesitant about firing into New York city without computer aid. They're afraid they'll start knocking down buildings.
I'd burn the whole city if I thought it might help us win this, and they shouldn't forget that. Hayes snapped. How many of the fire department decided to stay?
A lot have stood by helping others on the evacuee side, like you requested General. Steve reported, adjusting his glasses.
Good. I know it's risky, but they're good men. See if they can clear the bridges. We might be able to get troops across that way. And then see if we can get reinforcements from the National Guard armories somewhere convenient.
News from the front. An orderly ran up and immediately got Hayes's full attention. They repulsed the last attack, but only barely. It actually got hand-to-hand for a while apparently. They're reporting heavy losses on the riverfront, and are requesting permission to withdraw. Apparently they don't think they can hold it against another assault.
And I don't think that they can either. General Hayes shook his head. But I also don't think that we have another choice. Tell them that I need them to buy me another hour at least.
All right... The orderly seemed reluctant. But you might not like the price.
That's my conscience that it will be on. Hayes snapped.
Oh hell. Catherine murmured just loud enough to be overheard by TK's Grandfather.
What is it? The old man immediately leapt up.
TK, General Alexander, we have a problem. Catherine looked around at them.
Well, that certainly doesn't bode well. General Alexander stood up.
What is it? TK asked.
The French army apparently managed to put together at least half of their standing forces in a line to the south of our new picket line. They were under orders to stop the enemy advance and turn them from Paris. That was the general staff. We lost, they have found no survivors.
Those idiots! Alexander raged impotently. I warned them that they should conserve their troops to hold Paris itself, not waste them.
What were they trying to do? Cody asked.
They thought that they were more than a match for a few monsters, especially since the monsters appeared disorganized, and did not seem to have much coordination going their way. So they thought that this would be easy to stop. Half of the forces that they managed to raise were based south of here. Apparently instead of sending them to Paris to hold the city, they sent them south to stop the monsters before they got close. And now we know that they lost. Wiped out. Totally. Probably swarmed under.
TK whispered silently. The others, suddenly painfully aware of how young they were, stared at the ground. Thousands of men had probably just died horrible and painful deaths, and they were feeling...different. Nobody had taught them how to deal with this. General Alexander reflected that nobody had taught him how to deal with it either.
All right. TK broke through their thoughts before it could become full fledged depression. New plan. Here's what we're going to do. General, estimate for me, how likely is it for the French to hold Paris on their own.
Given that they just lost half their forces completely and totally, and given that they haven't reported any slowing effects, call it effectively nil. They aren't going to be able to do it.
Then it's up to us. TK interrupted. I don't want to put pressure on you, but I damn well better, because as of now we are the last thing standing between Paris and the forces of darkness. We will slow them down, give the conventional military forces time to regroup and receive reinforcements, and time for us to receive new digidestined as well. We will hit them hard and cause maximum damage, to make them easier to defeat. We will defend this city as best we are capable of, giving its inhabitants time to flee. And if we go down, we will not go down quietly, and we will not go alone.
I don't care about excuses and I don't care about odds. We have been thrust into great events, and we may be Europe's last hope. We will do our damndest, and we will do our best, and if we fall, then we will be remembered, and we will be remembered because we tried our hardest, and because we won. I know that the odds are probably against us, but I am sick and tired of losing, and letting the enemy win. I've done it enough in my life. This time we hold, and this time we win.
The digidestined around him started clapping. Then there was clapping outside. TK went to the window and realized that it was down, and that below him the digidestined outside assembling for the first strike, including Kari had heard him. They cheered him, faces invisible below supporting him, driving him onward.
TK spoke calmly into his D3. Launch first strike.
Author's Note: Glossary:
MRE: Meal Ready to Eat, the Army's standard field ration
Further Note: All I know about New York comes from the maps I read.
Night Maneuvers
Courage is rightly esteemed the first of human qualities... because it is the quality which guarantees all others.
Sir Winston Churchill
Good job. Get out of here Izzy! Mimi shouted up at the looming ImperialDramon. There was no reply except a blue flash disappearing over the horizon as Izzy took her advice.
What's the situation here? Derrick asked almost as soon as he hit the ground. We picked up two of the Australian IDEF teams, and some from Pakistan and India. Right now we all speak English, but we could have language problems later.
All right, I have orders for you all. Mimi spoke up loudly. If you have a flying digimon I want you to head for the southern tip of Manhattan, right over there. You're going to join up with the other flying digimon there, unless your digimon is not up to flying for a long period of time. Then you better come with us. We've got a command post set up in Harlem that we're running things out of for the time being.
Five digimon set out with their partners for the flying rendezvous point, the rest came with Mimi as she headed for the elevator.
We're withdrawing. Hayes announced. His officers nodded grimly. We've managed to evacuate everyone north of Manhattan Island itself, so we're pulling back to there. That narrows our front by about fifty percent. We've also given up on holding the Inwood area, so we can dig in on West 179th. I want first battalion sitting on that line. The second brigade better hold the waterfront. Unfortunately we're still trying to get the rest of first and third brigades over the river, but I guess we're going to have to settle with what we've got on this side. I don't know if we have artillery support, our artillery is sort of jammed right now, but if we do priority will go to the river units, because I would really like to be able to hold Manhattan.
Can we expect reinforcements? Lieutenant Colonel Harvey from 1st battalion raised his hand and the question Hayes had really not wanted to answer.
I have no idea. Hayes replied honestly.
How about more digimon on our side? Harvey asked.
Hayes asked, turning to one side.
One moment. I just got a report from lower Manhattan and Mimi. It seems that we already have more. ImperialDramon brought in forty more of us, but only about ten are actual combat veterans, so we have no idea how effective they'll be. Willis looked up. Given that rate, I expect reinforcements to be dropped off at approximately half-hour or fifteen minute intervals. Plus I expect that we're going to get more troops in from other cities on the Eastern Seaboard, but that could take more time. Since we're probably fighting thousands from the look of it I don't know how much help that's going to be. It's the inexperience that worries me.
How is that a problem? Hayes asked.
Well, besides the usual difference between veterans and rookies, digimon are different. They have...well, the best word for it is energy. Whenever they digivolve to the next level, which makes them powerful enough to fight, they start draining this energy, and they do it fast. That means that we traditionally get only a few minutes of combat time out of a digimon. But, as they grow more experienced they get more energy, like getting stronger by lifting weights, which means that they can fight for longer.
Is there anyway to recharge their energy? Hayes asked.
Food, and lots of it. Willis replied shortly.
Anything specific? Harvey asked from down in the audience.
No, not really. Digimon will eat anything.
Well we've got enough MREs to feed them for a year. Unless they get food poisoning and die. Harvey responded cheekily. Everyone laughed at that.
I don't know what type of coverage you can expect though. Already our air defenses are going to be spread kind of thin. I'm afraid that air coverage is going to be real thin in the future. We'll have some air support, but probably not much available for ground attack missions. Willis thumbed through some of his notes. On the other hand we haven't seen any of the real big monsters yet. If they hold off some more, we can take the time to get our forces covering the evacuation here.
All right, get back to your posts. We better be ready for them when they show up. Hayes clapped his hands and dissolved the meeting.
General Sir Thomas Alexander swore up and down again. He cursed himself for managing to find himself in the position as senior NATO officer in the middle of Paris during the war to end all wars. He cursed his political leaders for leaving him with an army so small he could count it on the fingers of one hand, and he cursed the French for not listening to him, or actually telling him anything. He shrugged and went over to watch the Frenchman on the motorcycle argue with the French general.
Something was happening. He would bet money on it, but there was literally nothing he could do about it. He was only here in this country as a guest, not actually in a formal position, so he was being left out of the loop by the French General Staff. That was bothering him. He knew most of the people who had survived the first series of attacks on government sites, and none of them were the people he would have chosen to France. Most of them were bold, decisive and determined to strike straight for the enemy, an invaluable trait if one was fighting in the jungles of Africa perhaps. But against an enemy that had so far stymied everyone who had taken it on, it did not seem a profitable strategy.
Apparently the man on the motorcycle agreed. Alexander considered his French to be fair, but they were talking to each other so fast that they were basically incomprehensible to him. Both of them were near shouting at each other, spittle filling the air. The older man was yelling something about children, the general yelling something back about senility and insanity. Finally the general rolled his eyes, caught site of Alexander, and gestured him over. Apparently he was about to get a thankless task dropped on him.
You still working on that? Ken asked, looking over Izzy's shoulder.
It's bothering me. Whatever Utopia was building in there, I can't seem to figure out what it's supposed to do. But it's big, it's powerful, and it sure isn't intended to sit there forever. Besides, I need something to do besides worry. Izzy did not even look up from the diagram he was watching.
Ken had to agree with him. Yolei was off flying escort beside them, and Davis was still a bit peeved at having to miss out on a fight. For the long flight over the Atlantic, even if ImperialDramon could cut it down to minutes, they needed some sort of entertainment. He tried to read the diagrams that Izzy was using, but failed. What have you figured out?
That we've got a problem. For some reason they've built a device capable of creating either a black hole, or something disturbingly similar. But I still have no idea what they plan to use it for. Izzy stared balefully at the diagram.
You'll figure it out in time. Ken replied confidently.
You're no help at all. Izzy complained, going back to his work.
TK grunted. He had three maps spread out in front of them, taken from some parent's car, one map of Paris, and two outlying France south of him. He had a command staff that consisted in its entirety of Catherine and Daniel, both of them standing by with their teams. He had a language barrier that he could barely believe, and if that weren't bad enough...
Chaos was beginning to unfold in more and more spectacular ways as the digidestined arrived from different parts of the world. Most of them had very little idea of who they were, what they were supposed to be doing, or even why they were doing it. Most of them were also scared to the point of almost pissing their trousers. This had the side effect of making their digimon, new to battle as well, extremely nervous, adding to the general tension. TK was just hoping that this would all be resolved before someone snapped and created an even larger disturbance. He was too busy to worry about that now. Nobody, and by this he meant nobody, seemed to have the faintest idea what was going on. Even now a series of contradictory public broadcasts was being sent out over the airwaves, each one seemingly more confused and disjointed than the last. It was at the verge of driving everyone over the edge.
Someone began to shout down at them from above, yelling in a language that TK could not understand. A moment later the language changed to French, asking for a place to land. TK did not even bother to look around as Catherine directed them down, only turning around when he heard the sound of an irritated digimon. A large Kuwagamon screeched in annoyance as someone stepped on its wings. A moment later it had calmed down and Johann, together with the rest of the European Legion Frankfurt had managed to get on the ground. Fourteen more digidestined rushed to the front command post of the InterDimensional Expeditionary Force.
What's up? Johann asked as he made it to the table. We've been out of contact since leaving Frankfurt.
We're in trouble. TK pointed at the map. We need time to evacuate Paris, and I don't think they're going to be happy with Paris. I think that they're going to head for Germany next. Which means that we better stop them here. Unfortunately there are a lot of them, and I don't exactly know how we're going to do it.
Johann made a quick check to make sure that Catherine was allowing TK to usurp her normal position of authority, and then nodded. So, what's the plan?
Hold them off. I want new organization. Cody, Sora, Kari, get over here. Cody, Kari, I want teams of your fastest and most able digimon standing by. We'll go in four groups as soon as our scouts return. I want three groups standing by to hit the enemy force on the flanks as soon as a target presents itself, with one group standing by in reserve. Kari, I want you to be field director there. Skirmish mode only. I want you to hit them for no more than two hours, and then withdraw ahead of them about fifty kilometers and regroup. Sora, while we get teams organized for this I want you to throw together a group of five flying digimon to give our land based troops some support. Make sure that none of them are prepared to engage directly.
Got it. Sora resisted the sudden impulse to salute.
Right. That given we've got to organize with local defenses. Let's get this show on the road people. TK stood up and looked around for Patamon.
Joe, I hear something. Zudomon murmured nearly subsonically.
What is it? Joe asked. He had learned long ago that Zudomon was a true marine mammal, and that his hearing, especially underwater, was incredibly keen. If Zudomon heard something, chances were it was really there.
It sounds like a digimon. Zudomon admitted. But whatever it is, it's big!
As if to punctuate his remark there was a sudden jet of spray and something that looked about the size of nearby Staten Island rose from the depths. The rising fins nearly threw Zudomon off balance as well.
Watch it! Joe yelled, Zudomon cranking over so far that Joe nearly fell off.
Sorry mate! A kid on the other digimon cheerfully waved back. But I didn't see you there. My name's Harrison, and I'm fresh from Australia. I heard you needed some help."
Do we ever. I remember you. Well, you and Whamon better start evacuating people, but there aren't too many left on the islands. Follow Michael over there, he's coordinating things. Zudomon and I will get back to the front lines then. Joe nudged Zudomon, and Zudomon turned away. Good luck!
Why do I need good luck? You're the one going into the bloody battleground. Harrison replied truthfully.
This is fancy. Sora noted, looking impressed.
Yes, isn't it. TK's Grandfather gave a typically Gallic shrug. We are lucky that I still have the key from the gates of Versailles palace since the last time I had to fix them. It will make a good command post. It is said that Louis XIV directed his wars from this building. TK here will be in good company.
Did he win or lose? Cody asked from below the table, emerging after a moment to stare in wonder at the gold furnishings around the main dining table. There were so many that the room looked like it was the inside of a gold bar, and the gleaming light from the chandeliers sent reflections scattering everywhere.
He won much honor and glory for the people of France. Of course, TK's grandfather added self-consciously, he was before the age of the Republic, when France rose to the pinnacle of both glory and power.
TK grinned and ran a hand over the polished wood before setting the maps down on top of them, and pulling out the little plastic markers that they had colored in with a computer and printer. Well then, let's get down to giving the Republic another chance at glory, shall we?
At that point the door to the room opened, and an older man ran in wearing an unfamiliar army uniform, panting slightly. He did not look French and, as he got closer, TK could see a Union Jack patch on one shoulder. He came up to the table and looked down, seemingly interested.
You must be in charge here. I'm General Sir Thomas Alexander, British Army General Staff, and I was... He stopped and squinted.
Kyle, the boy standing right beside Daniel whispered.
Yes Uncle? Daniel responded nonchalantly. Any other time he would have been intimidated, but he had already seen TK's impromptu battle plans. Just brief estimations had given them a casualty count that scared everybody. The prospect of going into combat at a moment's notice had already scared him to the point where his Uncle lambasting things would not scare him any further.
I suppose you will explain all this to me later. Who is in charge here? He stood a bit higher.
I am. TK responded. I think I speak English well enough to be understood, and I'm the one who was standing in the middle when we needed a leader.
Where are you from? General Alexander squinted.
Odaiba, near Tokyo in Japan. TK replied, still staring at the maps.
Japan! You've come a long way to fight this war. Alexander looked impressed.
I've been waiting a long time as well.
Well the French General Staff sent me to 'take control of those kids' as they so charmingly put it. I'm the only general here without an army or a staff, so it looks like I get elected to do the dirty work. They want you to participate in holding the city of Paris. Do you have a plan of some sort? Alexander looked bitter about something.
At the moment, not really. TK replied, still focused almost entirely on the map. I've begun assembling a rotating skirmish team, three assault groups and a rotating reserve, hopefully to pull them in different directions. Also we're working an air team up to give us some measure of air superiority. We're going to try and slow them down. Cody, as soon as our ground scouts return, I want you to assemble a new, larger group, make it six of them. Make sure their digivices are rigged to communicate with us. Then I want to use them as forward deployed scouts. Place them at ten kilometer intervals around a convenient cutoff point. We're going to have to find one actually. But I want to know the moment they get within a hundred kilometers of the city. Next, Catherine, I'm going to need to start stockpiling supplies in the palace of Versailles. Primarily high energy or high sugar foods, but also some medical supplies. See what you can do.
Now I'm really impressed. General Alexander stepped back, and shook his head. You've already got more of a plan than that beehive of uncertainty down at the French HQ. Daniel, maybe I should leave your leader alone, and talk to you for a few moments about what's really going on and how these digimon fight.
Sure Uncle. Daniel nodded to TK and left as TK continued to absently trace his finger on the map.
What are we waiting for? WarGreymon heard the grumbling below him, and cocked one ear in its general direction. He was caught hovering inside of a dark area under a billboard on a building of medium height, waiting for any evidence of an attack. The whisper below was just the cue he had been waiting for.
The signal, you idiot. Another voice responded contemptuously.
When's it coming? I want to fight. Another voice grumbled.
There was a sudden shrill blast of noise coming from the darkened side of the river, echoing through the now deserted buildings.
Well, let's go. The voice grumbled.
Terra Force! There was a moment with the blast of light caught the entire company of Bakemon in the open, and then a moment later they were nothing except for gently drifting dust, settling to the ground. Then WarGreymon was blasting off skyward trying to find out where the attack was coming from. His effort was unnecessary.
There were so many digimon that the river practically looked like it was boiling. Dark shapes flitted to and fro in the uneasy light of the moon and stars, and the air itself seemed crowded in some places. Some of the shapes revealed cruelly curved claws and teeth, some the leathery expanses of wings. All tried their best to look cruel and terrible, and the cumulative effect was almost like watching a nightmare unfold.
But the defenders were waiting for them. Kids, trailing digimon, had turned up to talk to the individual soldiers holding the line, telling them that their enemies were, despite their monstrous appearance, flesh and blood. That if they were shot, they would die, that they could be killed. Now the second brigade of the 16th Mechanized Infantry opened up on everything moving across the river. Their armored vehicles had been disabled, but their guns relied on basic mechanical parts, and the chatter of .50 caliber machine guns spewing out bullets cut through the night. Tracers cut through the gloom, temporarily illuminating their targets.
Bullets did not seem to kill digimon that easily, but they did the job. Each digimon took more bullets than a human would normally have been able to take, each body that disintegrated absorbed bullets, made the humans expend ammunition to destroy. And, while the dark tide surged across the river, swimming, flying or hitching a ride, semaphore messages were flashing back toward the central command farther back. Mortar batteries, smaller weapons than the massive main guns of battle tanks, coughed their rounds over the buildings. It was a difficult job, the mortars had been intended for use in more open terrain, and many buildings were struck by ascending and descending rounds that wandered slightly off course, but there were three mortar companies on Manhattan island now, and the weight of fire began to take its toll, mortar shells bursting in the middle of incoming digimon.
From his position on the front lines Matt could quickly see that this was a swarming attack, and the Khartan was still keeping his big guns somewhere in reserve. He could not see a single Ultimate anywhere in the crowd, only Champions and Rookies. But these were not just Bakemon on a rampage. Matt could see Tyrannomon, Monochromon, Meramon, Kiwimon and other powerful Champion level digimon charging their opponents. The largest and most powerful digimon were hard to stop, they soaked up bullets like a sponge, remaining mostly immune to damage dealt to them by the soldiers they were fast approaching.
From his right there was a flare of light as a soldier carrying a Light Anti-Tank Weapon stood up and discharged his weapon. The rocket struck an already damaged Tyrannomon square in the chest, and the digimon screamed before disintegrating into dust. A second later the enemy digimon were within range, and a Volcanic Strike blasted the unfortunate infantryman into pieces. Soldiers, following pre-assigned orders, ducked back behind their barricades, keeping their heads down as the first barrage blasted over their positions. There were some screams, but relatively few as the wave continued advancing.
Matt yelled, and MetalGarurumon threw himself over the wall he had been hiding behind, eyes blazing. Other figures rose in the teeth of the cross-river assault, taller than the humans around them, and the IDEF opened up on their enemies.
Blaze Buster! Solar Ray! Crusher Bone! Guardian Barrage! Flower Cannon! Metal Wolf Claw! Terra Force! For a brief moment the river blazed like the sun, and the digimon on the other side screamed as twisted rays of fire blasted through their ranks. The first rows, decimated both physically and mentally, fell back under the attack, confusing their ranks.
Someone yelled below, and a hundred round, ball-like objects flew up into the night, landing in the middle of the mass milling around in the river. Many of the grenades exploded harmlessly after sinking into the water, but quite a few of them landed on other digimon. The rafts of floating digimon suddenly sprouted fire as the explosions wracked their members. Seconds later soldiers began popping over the barricades on their side of the river, guns rising to meet their foes. Carefully controlled streams of lead cut into their enemies, and then the soldiers dropped out of sight again, hiding back behind the walls. The digimon kept on popping up and down in different places, hopefully keeping the enemy off their toes.
Tai's worry had been with the barricades. There was only so much that they could take, and as they began to absorb hit after hit, Matt began to understand Tai's worry. The barricades had been constructed out of concrete and earth dug hastily out of the ground. They absorbed heat and kinetic energy like rubber, but even they were beginning to show the effects of prolonged combat. As attacks continued to pour in pieces of the barricades began to fall down, hitting the river below with a splash. They had tried their best to dynamite themselves a steep embankment, but now it looked like the entire front wall was about to collapse on them.
Spinning Needle! From above Airdramon dove on her enemies, golden blasts of light spinning out in all directions. Below dark digimon screamed and dove for cover as the rest of the airborne digimon returned to battle with a vengeance. Behind the river barricades there was another change of position and new digimon, just arrived from Tai's mobile reserve, managed to rush up to the walls and open fire on their opponents. These were less experienced digimon, some of whom were not even able to digivolve to Champion, but for now they were able to lend the line some extra firepower, and their arrival disinheartened the attackers. With double attacks from both the ground and the air there was a shift in the momentum, and the next moment their attackers were gone, leaving only their dying and injured behind. They faded back into the darkness cloaking the other side of the river and disappeared.
We can't take too many more of those Tai. Matt explained as his digimon grounded itself. We simply don't have the power to hold this line. We've lost about half of our barricade as it stands, and I really don't want to be here when the whole thing collapses.
I know. We're not going to be able to hold against another attack here, especially since Khartan now knows exactly how prepared we are. We're going to have to fall back at some point. Tai looked unusually pensive.
Fall back where? Matt asked. If we start running, we might keep running.
I just hope Steve's finished his job by now. Tai murmured.
Move aside, move aside! Evacuees jerked out of the way as the huge walking snowman lumbered through the crowd on the docks. People screamed and jerked, but were kept from panicking by the group of armed soldiers, looking increasingly grim, running behind the digimon. The crowd at the foot of the docks was thickest, but eventually even they managed to clear out of the way.
Steve called from Frigimon's shoulder as the digimon lumbered up to the giant whale docked at the end of the port. Change of plans!
What is it? Harrison asked, scrambling back down the side of the whale. He recognized Steve instantly, but was not sure why he was followed by so many soldiers.
We need reinforcements on Manhattan Island. I know you're still evacuating people, but we want you to take soldiers back with you. These are from the first brigade of the sixteenth. We're trying to feed them across the bridges, but the bridges are blocked too. You're going to need to ship troops across all night, because we really need them on the other side of the river.
Harrison nodded, understanding the logic. If he was carrying evacuees over, he might as well carry soldiers back. He also gestured toward the ladders propped against the side of the whale, and the first of the reinforcements scrambled up onto their transport.
ImperialDramon growled.
Right there. That house with the light! Izzy nearly fell down as ImperialDramon turned beneath him. He was standing right behind the giant Mega's head, directing the digimon around the world. ImperialDramon might have been fast, but he also had problems with directions.
There was a beam of blue light and then another team of digidestined was standing inside the blue dome. This team looked like they had seen some action off-world, they were all wearing roughed-up clothing and tattered backpacks that were bulging with what looked like survival gear. They had the look of someone who had seen some action, a faint reflection of what was in the eyes of the Odaiba A team.
IDEF Seattle? Ken asked, reaching out a hand.
That's right. You're Japan? The tall girl with the long black hair took Ken's hand in her own.
One of them. We've also got one of the Siberian teams here, I can't pronounce their hometown, and three of the Korean teams. We're headed for New York. Ken explained.
Well, I always wanted to see some action. The Seattle girl responded. I guess that this is as good a time as any.
It certainly is. Ken returned. We're going to pick up a few more teams before we get there, but otherwise we should be all right.
I'm glad. You get us there, we'll take care of the rest. The girl responded confidently.
I'm glad.
What's going on? TK asked as General Alexander re-entered the newly dubbed War Room. I know that something must be up, but only because we're monitoring.
Monitoring what? Alexander asked, pushing an inconveniently placed eighteenth century chair out of the way.
TK merely pointed at a simple police band scanner propped up in one corner of the room. A French boy was seated at a nearby computer, typing up the messages in English. It's our only connection with authority.
Well, don't expect much from me. General Alexander muttered. I'm only here as NATO adjunctant to the French Army. And the French are keeping me as far away from their command structure as possible. I don't really blame them, if we had a French general in England, we would be keeping him far away from our command structure, but that doesn't mean that they have to do their best to infuriate me. The problem is that the French are confident of their superiority over the enemy, and they see no reason to engage the enemy with the help of unconventional authority. Which means you may be on your own.
Any help from NATO available? Daniel had entered the room as well.
No. NATO doesn't like this to be widely known, but we're stretched rather thin. Without the ability to use airplanes against this enemy, we're stuck with ground troops, mostly with KFOR in Kosovo or stuck in Germany or somewhere else equally unproductive. The Royal Navy would be glad to ferry British troops across the Channel, but we really don't have anyone on ready standby, and our ministers aren't helping. They want to keep a home guard around themselves. I guess I can't blame them. Plus the Americans just got the ground kicked out from under them, so we can't expect much support from them either.
We've got people in America. We'll do okay there, but they may be busy for a while. TK reported. We're expecting to hit the enemy any time now. How well organized is the French Army?
Don't ask. The general staff is calling in every reservist they can get their hands on, literally pulling them out of the woodwork, but they have serious problems now. The main arsenals are elsewhere, that is, the main arsenals they haven't already drained. They were not prepared to mobilize on a day's notice. Even the active units are taking some time to get into position. They'll have the bulk of three divisions in Paris when they get hit, but when they get hit, they'll get hit hard. Most of those divisions have their heavy equipment elsewhere, and I think they're going to get the shit kicked out of them, pardon my language.
No problem. I have the feeling I'll be hearing worse soon. TK paused, then turned to the red-headed girl beside him. Sora, could you do me a favor and see if you can station one of your groups in an open spot? We might need them.
She asked.
If I was Khartan, I would want to cause maximum disruption. I would hit the French while they were still forming up, and that probably means attack from the air. We may have to deal with them a lot sooner than I thought. Cody, I know that your scouts aren't rested yet, but once they are, I want you to send them out to the east. I want to make sure that we aren't being flanked.
If they flank us, could they cut us off from Germany? General Alexander stood up and peered at the map.
I'm willing to bet so. And if they do, how much trouble are we in? TK replied, still studying the big map.
Bad. That backs us into a corner. The only way out is to escape across the sea to England, and that means that we're going to be cut off completely from all our European allies.
Well then, we better keep that channel open. Daniel, the skirmish teams are leaving momentarily, so you might want to join your squad. Kari's down in the main gardens prepping them for launch. She'll be in charge. I hope you don't mind.
Not at all. Daniel turned to go, then, at the doorway, he turned around and saluted before leaving.
Great, now everyone's making fun of me. TK grumbled.
Not really, you make a good General. Sora whispered back.
Yeah. Right. TK mumbled before turning back to the map.
Tai heard someone mutter under their breath as they peered over the edge. The whole damn shoreline is moving!
Somebody else yelled further down the line. In response there was a hiss and several white Magnesium flares burned their way into the sky, illuminating the front lines.
My God! The soldier next to Tai whispered and Tai was forced to agree with the sentiment. The entire opposite side was a mass of digimon, all those types who had attacked before, but this time they were backed and supported by others. Minotaurmon, Dokugamon, Okuwamon, Mammothmon and dozens of other Ultimate level digimon.
Here comes the big attack. Matt, fire plan two.
Plan two. Tai's D3 crackled back in his hand, and a second later missiles began to impact on the opposite shore. Blasts of icy fire swept across the enemy, and many digimon were frozen and then shattered into dozens of pieces as they were hit again and again. This time there was no surprise available, it would be a straight out dirty fight from beginning to end. A golden glow suffused the human lines as digimon digivolved, and then a solid wall of Champions rose and began to fire. The outgoing fire stormed its way through enemy lines, blasts of red flame licking at unprotected flesh, blasts of blue fire striking fleeing backs. Tight packed ranks felt the metallic bite of missiles, the crackling contained lighting of energy shots, panicked as strike after strike slammed into them. But they were digimon, and they could strike back.
Almost immediately there was a tidal wave of energy rushing back in the other direction. Most of it struck the remains of the initial fortifications as digimon ducked back behind shelter, but much of it got through and digimon began to shudder as they were struck again and again, buckling under the attack. Inexperienced digimon de-digivolved as fast as they digivolved and were immediately rushed back to the rear by soldiers assigned to the digidestined. Other digimon were overcome by sudden fear. The rain of fire was so intense that they knew that if they left safety they would soon be overcome, so instead of attacking they stayed hidden behind their walls and hoped that they would be forgotten.
Now soldiers joined the battle, firing bursts from automatic rifles, illuminating the night with flashes from their muzzles. Bullets whined through the air, cutting holes in digimon and ground alike. Grenades flashed as they exploded, driving their prey back temporarily into the darkness, but still the enemy lines advanced. And advanced. And advanced. Despite the defender's best efforts, the tide continued to advance on them. It appeared that there was no stopping it.
Just as the enemy wave reached the fortifications the army sprung their last surprise. Dozen of Claymore mines, buried in the front of the barricade fired as one. The interference from the digimon was so fierce that only about half of them fired, but when they did fire the effect was devastating. Steel balls and shrapnel exploded into the enemy, cutting through their ranks like a scythe through wheat. Digimon were literally torn apart by the blasts that detonated in their midst. Dark figures screeched in agony, a horrible symphony of dissonant tones that ravaged the ears of the listeners, and then disintegrated on the spot. The light of stars was suddenly replaced by explosions and the release of life force all throughout the night. The front ranks disappeared in showers of dust, ripped to pieces by the fire unleashed in their midst.
But Khartan had clearly planned for a spirited resistance. His front ranks seemed to have been nothing more than cannon fodder, and they performed their duty admirably. The absorbed bullets and shot and died. They died by the numbers but they forced their enemy to expend that firepower on them. Soldiers hurriedly changed the magazines on their rifles as they took advantage of the momentary lull that the mines had bought them, but the cost had been high. Already there had been casualties in the defenders, soldiers wounded by the attacks, being carried backward in stretchers. And the mines had only destroyed the least powerful ranks of attackers, and now the enemy Ultimates were moving at them.
Rifle fire did not slow down these behemoths, nor did the steady rain of mortar shells now arcing overhead, but there was something that could have, and something that did. As those monsters reached the bulwarks they were met by digimon pushing back. The battle turned savage, a nightmare of claws and flickering blasts of energy, a confused whirl of death and destruction. Digimon screamed and fell, or screamed and felled others, dying and living by turns, but fighting, always fighting.
We've got to get out of here. We're about to be overwhelmed! Matt yelled to Tai as the flow of battle momentarily carried them within shouting distance.
Yes. I know! Tai shouted back. But how?
Silphymon, punch us a hole through there! Izzy yelled. MegaKabuterimon, you too. Let's go!
Static Force! A dozen champions rushing the New York lines were blasted away by this, and ImperialDramon lined himself up for a clear shot.
Mega Crusher! A ball of blue-white energy shot out of his mouth and slammed into the ground with the force that was so large it was nearly atomic. Suddenly the digimon that had formed the center of the attacking army were blasted either away, some disintegrating in the blow, some just thrown to one side. Then ImperialDramon was skimming his way over enemy lines, the shock waves of his passage throwing enemy digimon around like matchsticks.
Horn Buster! Digimon died behind as MegaKabuterimon wheeled around firing, and then dropped ropes from his side. Three dozen soldiers how had been hanging on to the giant red beetle's shell rappelled down the ropes in seconds, and then MegaKabuterimon was lifting off again, even as the familiar blue beams finished depositing digidestined and their reinforcing digimon in the middle of friendly lines.
Thanks Izzy! Tai and WarGreymon floated up next to ImperialDramon. You're a lifesaver.
I'm glad you approve. Izzy replied. But we better get back to work. You have fifty more digidestined ready for combat. We've briefed them on what we know as they came here, but I don't know how much help they'll be against that. The enemy won't rest. They'll be back soon.
I know! Tai replied. Get out of here Izzy.
On our way. ImperialDramon paused momentarily to pick up Silphymon and Tentomon, and then turned into a blue streak, heading south this time.
Steve forced his way into the command center of the US Army, panting, and thus gaining Michael's attention. Michael had taken over command duties here to free Willis and his two digimon to return to the front lines.
What is it? Michael asked.
We got all the evacuees out. I was sent to say that first brigade is mostly across.
General Hayes stepped in. Tell them to form up with the NYPD on 125th street. I want them to make a wall there that will stop anybody, because that's where we're withdrawing next. Has anyone found the heavy artillery?
Yes, but they're hesitant about firing into New York city without computer aid. They're afraid they'll start knocking down buildings.
I'd burn the whole city if I thought it might help us win this, and they shouldn't forget that. Hayes snapped. How many of the fire department decided to stay?
A lot have stood by helping others on the evacuee side, like you requested General. Steve reported, adjusting his glasses.
Good. I know it's risky, but they're good men. See if they can clear the bridges. We might be able to get troops across that way. And then see if we can get reinforcements from the National Guard armories somewhere convenient.
News from the front. An orderly ran up and immediately got Hayes's full attention. They repulsed the last attack, but only barely. It actually got hand-to-hand for a while apparently. They're reporting heavy losses on the riverfront, and are requesting permission to withdraw. Apparently they don't think they can hold it against another assault.
And I don't think that they can either. General Hayes shook his head. But I also don't think that we have another choice. Tell them that I need them to buy me another hour at least.
All right... The orderly seemed reluctant. But you might not like the price.
That's my conscience that it will be on. Hayes snapped.
Oh hell. Catherine murmured just loud enough to be overheard by TK's Grandfather.
What is it? The old man immediately leapt up.
TK, General Alexander, we have a problem. Catherine looked around at them.
Well, that certainly doesn't bode well. General Alexander stood up.
What is it? TK asked.
The French army apparently managed to put together at least half of their standing forces in a line to the south of our new picket line. They were under orders to stop the enemy advance and turn them from Paris. That was the general staff. We lost, they have found no survivors.
Those idiots! Alexander raged impotently. I warned them that they should conserve their troops to hold Paris itself, not waste them.
What were they trying to do? Cody asked.
They thought that they were more than a match for a few monsters, especially since the monsters appeared disorganized, and did not seem to have much coordination going their way. So they thought that this would be easy to stop. Half of the forces that they managed to raise were based south of here. Apparently instead of sending them to Paris to hold the city, they sent them south to stop the monsters before they got close. And now we know that they lost. Wiped out. Totally. Probably swarmed under.
TK whispered silently. The others, suddenly painfully aware of how young they were, stared at the ground. Thousands of men had probably just died horrible and painful deaths, and they were feeling...different. Nobody had taught them how to deal with this. General Alexander reflected that nobody had taught him how to deal with it either.
All right. TK broke through their thoughts before it could become full fledged depression. New plan. Here's what we're going to do. General, estimate for me, how likely is it for the French to hold Paris on their own.
Given that they just lost half their forces completely and totally, and given that they haven't reported any slowing effects, call it effectively nil. They aren't going to be able to do it.
Then it's up to us. TK interrupted. I don't want to put pressure on you, but I damn well better, because as of now we are the last thing standing between Paris and the forces of darkness. We will slow them down, give the conventional military forces time to regroup and receive reinforcements, and time for us to receive new digidestined as well. We will hit them hard and cause maximum damage, to make them easier to defeat. We will defend this city as best we are capable of, giving its inhabitants time to flee. And if we go down, we will not go down quietly, and we will not go alone.
I don't care about excuses and I don't care about odds. We have been thrust into great events, and we may be Europe's last hope. We will do our damndest, and we will do our best, and if we fall, then we will be remembered, and we will be remembered because we tried our hardest, and because we won. I know that the odds are probably against us, but I am sick and tired of losing, and letting the enemy win. I've done it enough in my life. This time we hold, and this time we win.
The digidestined around him started clapping. Then there was clapping outside. TK went to the window and realized that it was down, and that below him the digidestined outside assembling for the first strike, including Kari had heard him. They cheered him, faces invisible below supporting him, driving him onward.
TK spoke calmly into his D3. Launch first strike.