A/N: Man, Penguins on Ice was a cheap waste of ti-I MEAN, WASTE OF FIREPOWER! There wasn't a single real penguin there, just some more under-paid college proffessionals.

Drake: My...... what a parodox of a sentence.

Para: You rang-

Dox: young master?

Drake: AHH! Not again, STOP IT!

Disclaimer: *holds up Sandstone, LV5 mon, 1300/1600* THIS is all the proof I need that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And THIS-*holds picture of Matt and Sora* is the Digimon proof!

Announcer: And today's spotlight in the chapter will be on- *gets mouth covered*

Dracomon: YOU! I thought that the Unorthadox Roulette-

Alpha: Um, Dracomon, I was kinda saving that for my SECRET fic plan.

Dracomon: Oh, sorry. *kicks Roulette, spinning it away*

Lara: Now I can tell you all who Dracomon-

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"Your first priority," Gennai explained as they packed up what little supplies they had," should be to head east, toward what remains of a place called File City. There, the elder Digimon should be able to help you further."

"Sure thing! Thanks for all your help, Gennai!' Yugi said gratefully.

"Yeah, thanks for what little you actually did." Seto coldly pointed. Drake, overhearing this, wasn't mad. In fact, he had been doing some serious thinking the night before, making up for his intense lack of sleep.

"Can't you hurry up? Honestly, if you humans were Digimon, your data would be packed between two Burgermon bread buns, halfway to some guy's mouth!" Dracomon jeered.

"Hey, come on, you really need to lighten up!" Chincillamon said suddenly, causing him to lose his balance, nearly face-faulting. Shayla's eyes were experiencing their first feeling of insomnia, and Drake, seeing how energetic her partner was, wasn't surprised.

Renamon suddenly appeared in her usual way, shocking the others as well. Demidevimon flapped onto Seto's shoulder, then flapped off to avoid the fist.

"Alright, is everybody ready to rock?" Veemon shouted.

"Roll, not rock," Joey whispered.

"Right. Roll?"

"As we'll ever be." Roan said. Kotemon snapped his glowing eyes open, ending his meditation.

"Then go out and do it, and beat some baddies for me, too!" Ryo cheered.

"Finally." Dracomon muttered as they left.

For a few minutes after that, Ryo was silent. Monodramon was still snoring.

"So, VHS or DVD?" Gennai asked, holding up a large collection of full season animes in both forms.

"DVD. I'll fix the popcorn." {While the others are having their first day of destiny, I'll have my first day of lazing around. Today really WILL be interesting.....}

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For the first mile or two, the digital world's landscape seemed normal to the humans. As I said, the first mile or two.

"Okay, someone explain to me how leaves are growin' outta that telephone pole." Joey said.

"Telephone pole? That's a tree, silly!" Chincillamon giggled.

Joey looked back at the apple-bearing fuse box doubtfully.

The digidestined whose partners were more quiet than the others were learning a few things.

"That was an interesting technique you used with that stick against Gohmon!" Roan complimented.

"Hmm, the Hot Head? It's actually a really simple technique, I could probably teach you, like my father taught me." Kotemon offered.

"Really!?" Roan asked entusiastically. Then he blinked, purplexed." Wait, I thought Digimon fought by instinct. Why'd you have to learn your own move?"

"Most Digimon DO fight by instinct." Kotemon sighed. "My race is one of the few remaining human-class Digimon. We tend to develop our minds more rapidly than beast-class Digimon, but their development is in fighting power, and all our brains, without strength, mean nothing. That is why I, like my ancestors before me, am taking a journey across the digital world, to study from the Master Trainers."

"Master Trainers?" Roan said, curious.

"The greatest teachers and masters of fighting and training in the digital world. My father is one, but there are nine others. Coincidentally enough, the next trainer is in File City, where we head. If he remains there, however."

"Hey, there it is!" Dracomon called from his vantage point in the air. The others looked forward to see a dim gleam of silver in the far distance.

"Alright, we made it!" Veemon cheered. He turned to the others." Race ya!"

With that, he took off.

"Hey, no fair, wait up!" Chincillamon cried, running after him. Dracomon, Seto, and Demidevimon facepalmed/faceclawed as all of their allies joined in.

As it turned out, Veemon needed that headstart. A few minutes later, he collapsed from exhaustion, already in last place.

"Hey, don't wear yourself out, bud." Joey said, pulling him up with a hand.

Dracomon, who had landed, rolled his eyes as he walked past them. Then, his rolled eyes turned suddenly, glancing from left to right.

"Hey, all of you, there's a strong Digimon headed for us!" He yelled. The others turned around, and quickly ran back.

"He's right!" Renamon exclaimed," I can sense it now, too! And it feels..... familier......"

The next moment there was a huge cloud of dust erupting around them. Coughing, the digidestined looked up as it cleared.

Floating in midair was a strange creature that looked like a jester, though the four swords in back-sheaths deluded that fact. It wore a mask like that of a Greek play, only one half was black and one white. His red suit was strongly similar to Pegasus's.

"Dracomon, my dear old 'friend', how charming to see you again!" The creature breathed ,in a drawling, false British accent full of malice.

Dracomon folded his wings like a cloak over him, the same way Drake often did as the Legendary Dragoon. He had a casual smile, but his eyes held eagerness." Piedmon, my old punching bag, how's life been treating you since the Data Purge? Oh, sorry, I knew you after that, how's life treated you since we last met?" Dracomon said, obviously with the intention of sounding cruel.

Whatever he had said, Drake thought it would have been better kept silent. Piedmon's face turned from insane giddyness to fury in seconds.

"You really love talking ironically, don't you? I thought you said you had experienced it too!"

At this Renamon suddenly gasped, and Demidevimon merely scowled, though he glanced at Dracomon uneasily.

"At least I know how to recover from it. Besides, I've gotten even stronger, and you feel just as weak as last time. You haven't done a thing to earn back all the data taken from you, have ya?"

Piedmon smirked. " It's not you I'm after. I'm going to get rid of these little pests, if you don't mind. Then, my true power will be restored, and I will destroy you!"

Dracomon shook his head scornfully." Poor, Champion strength, delusional Megas. Fine. Fight these losers as much as you want, but when you think you've one, you'll feel my Constellation Claw rammed up your failing pride!"

"Who is this guy?" Drake whispered to Renamon, though keeping his eyes on Piedmon and his supposed partner." What does he mean by Champions and Megas? And what's a Data Purge?"

"His name is Piedmon, and he used to be a powerful Dark Master among Digimon." She answered, shaking her head as if she knew more." A Champion is the next stage of power after Rookie, which is what we all are now, even Dracomon. Ultimate comes after Champion, and Mega is the final, highest stage. One Ultimate is stronger than almost all Champions, and likewise Megas to Ultimates. Gohmon was a Champion, and though Piedmon is a Mega, his power seems to have dropped to Gohmon's level."

"Then Dracomon could finish him easily! Why is he letting him off the hook? And Data Purges, what are those?"

Renamon felt uneasy now, too." That is an answer for another day. For now, we need to focus on the task at hand. Piedmon wishes to fight us before Dracomon, and Dracomon doesn't seem to care either way."

Piedmon hovered down to the ground. He turned to the others. "Prepare to lose your lives and what scant amount of data you've collected. I will stomp out your threat to my master's plans now!"

"We'll see about that!" Renamon immediatly yelled, warping toward him. She spun her leg round for a kick, and hit-

A painful sword's edge in her leg. She screamed, and fell to the ground.

"RENAMON!" Yugi shouted, but Joey held him back from running into danger.

"Let the mon's handle this Yuge, we can't-"

"YES, we CAN!" Yugi yelled. Sort of. It wasn't Yugi anymore.

Yami pushed Joey's arm off of his, and scowled." Renamon, can you hear me!?"

{Pretty much. By the way don't ask how I'm telepathic, it takes too long." She sent, mildly shocking her partner.

{Listen, if you can muster the energy, run back here, not warp. Lure him over here!}

She instantly did so. Piedmon smirked, and thrust forward with a leaping jump.

"Trump Sword!" He cried, thwoing one of them directly at the spot where Renamon would be at the next second.

{LEFT!}

{Got it!} Renamon said as she rolled left. The blade hit the dirt, and stuck.

"NOW!" She yelled as Piedmon landed, grabbing his blade. Immedietly the other Digimon, excluding Dracomon, attacked.

Kotemon's Hot Head burned his hand off the hilt, and both Renamon's leaves and Chincillamon's furs stuck in his gloved hands. A Demi Dart injected heavy venom as it hit the stomach.

Piedmon shrugged these off. With a wave of his hands, the ashes and piercing objects fell off of them. He reached to pull out the Dart-

"Vee Headbutt!"

Veemon lunged himself, pushing the Dart in with the force of his attack. Piedmon lurched, then growled as he slapped the Rookie to the side.

"Veemon!" Joey shouted. In the next few seconds, Piedmon had glove-slapped the others, and they could barely move.

"Gohmon's strength, eh?" Drake asked, shaking.

"Shut up...." Renamon moaned.

Piedmon turned again, toward the twitching Veemon. "That troublemaker will go first. CROWN-"

A thrown stick hit him in the head. He looked back to see Joey pick up another stick, and brace himself.

"Fool, what are you thinking, that you can turn this around?" The former Dark Master chuckled." Though you do seem quite the swordsman with that 'bold, gleaming weapon'!"

As the clown burst out in laughter, Joey smiled, in a brave, desperate way." Yeah, swordsman. I'm the Flame Swordsman, McDonaldmon, and don't you forget it!" He yelled, assuming the pose he had when he faced down the Mant.

"Hmm, cute." Piedmon snickered, raising his blade." Trump-"

Suddenly, a bright flame appeared behind him. All of them, even Dracomon gasped at the sight before them. Veemon, surrounded by fire, was glaring at Piedmon in hatred.

"You tried to hurt my new friend, and DID hurt all my other ones! I'm gonna burn you to a crisp!" He threatened, as he was enveloped in a tall, egg-like flame.

D-Navi: YGO Program activated, Flame Swordsman. Hidden power: Digivolution.

"Veemon, Digivolve to-

Inside the flame, Veemon's body elongated. He now stood equal at Seto's height, and his body was leaner and more muscular. Black armor appeared on his shoulders, knees, feet, and head, turning red and orange: Patterned like flame. Veemon's small horn sharpened and extended to nearly a foot.

"Flamedramon!"

He landed as the flames dispersed. his voice had matured as much as his body had, and was much cooler, despite the heat he portrayed.

"And........ that's a champion, right?" Drake asked a shocked Renamon, who merely nodded.

"Whoa, Veemon's been working out!" Joey exclaimed.

"Or taken steroids." Seto whispered too low to hear.

D-NAVI ANALYZER BIO

Flamedramon: I am FLAMEDRAMON, once known as the Fire of Courage! My Express Claw attack may counter many attacks, but my true strength lies in the power of my Knuckle Fire and Fire Rocket attacks, the former of which shoots flames from my claws, and the latter sheilding me in fire, allowing me to speed over the land and in the air, and strike my opponant with burning force!

"Knuckle Fire!" He said immediately, throwing five small fireballs at Piedmon.

The clown jumped into the air, easily dodging them.

"CROWN TRICK!" Piedmon yelled, throwing his hands foreword, creating a burst of wind.

"Fire Rocket!" Flamedramon burst forward, surrounded in flame. He neutralized the gust, and bashed into the clown, knocking him backwards several feet.

"Trump Sword!" Piedmon said again, throwing the blade at his close-range foe.

"Express Claw!" Flamedramon countered, literally. He slashed at thin air, and the blade turned around at double speed, impaling it's owner.

As Piedmon gasped for air with his weakened lungs, Flamedramon thrust himself forward, grabbed the clown, and threw him hard down to the ground 40 feet below.

"Once more, for luck!" Flamedramon joked," Fire Rocket!"

Piedmon's last sight was a burning dragon Digimon falling toward him. He burst into data instantly on impact, which Flamedramon abruptly absorbed.

The dragon flipped backward, landing on his feet. He smiled toward the others, the Digimon just getting back up.

"So, how was that for an 'amatuer'?" he cracked to Dracomon. The poweful Rookie shrugged, though he strangly had a smile on his face.

Drake sighed in relief: At least his Digimon wasn't hopeless, like a certain yami he knew.

Joey ran forward, a broad grin on his face. " That was awesome! I haven't seen that since Drake left a hole the size of Kaiba's head in Zera the Mant!"

Dracomon looked at his human partner at this, confused but slightly interested.

{Maybe these guys have some hope, after all.}

To Be Continued...

Tommy: Whoa, that was so cool! Flamedramon's hotter than steam, but what master was Piedmon talking about? I hope we find out next time, on Digimon, Digital Monsters!

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A/N: I think that was cool, too! Didn't think I could imagine active fight scenes before Fellowship............

Lara: Please review, so I can get a word in about Dracomon's base charac-