[Cue Theme - "Infinity (Red Zone Mix)"]
[A clear blue sky, a few white clouds floating lazily by. Pan down, past
the sun, until the skyline of a city comes into view: San Francisco.]
D I G I T A L M O N S T E R S
[We weave through the skyscrapers, before cutting to the streets below, a
crowded sidewalk. A shadow quickly moves over them. Cut again to
the skyline, then zoom into the top of the TransAmerica Building (the large
triangular building), where a figure stands with its arms crossed: Aero Veedramon.]
[Cut to a red background, a silver haired person turns left to face the camera,
Ira Caraway, before fading away. Fal Michael fades in and does the same,
only turning right, before fading away. David Milliard fades in, turns
left to face the camera, then fades away.]
[Aero Veedramon, Seadramon, and Veemon Akira fade in and do the same as their
respective partners]
[Cut to a shot of the camera flying over Tokyo bay towards Tokyo itself, the
skyline in the distance. Cut again to a shot flying over Shinjuku,
looking straight down as we pass over the Tokyo Metropolitan Building]
[Cut to a blue background; Kouyuu Fukushima, "Callie" Stone, and
Kaoline Shokai fade in and do the same as the others, followed by their
partners: Hitorimon, Psymon, and Dianamon]
[We now see two Earths floating next to each other in front of a star-filled
background. Suddenly, two glowing red eyes open, looking somewhat faded,
one over each Earth.]
[Now we are above the clouds, in the distance we see a giant blue-ish dragon,
Azulongmon. We rapidly zoom in to the face of a person sitting on his
head: Caspian Callaway. Cut to what appears to be a desert, another young
man, Shadow, stands alone covering his face with one hand (like Heero in the
Gundam Wing intro), we pull back just far enough as Antylamon lands in front of
him. Cut again, Garfield Magus and Black Agumon are back to back,
Garfield firing two handguns and his partner shooting a fireball. Now we
are in a field of tall grass, Jajan appears and shoots an arrow at a target,
then Celermon walks up behind him.]
[All of the partner Digimon each appear and fire their signature attacks at an
unseen enemy (in order: Aero Veedramon, Seadramon, Veemon Akira, Hitorimon,
Psymon, Dianamon, Azulongmon, Antylamon, Black Agumon, and Celermon). We
then cut to black. The background lightens to reveal seven shadowed
figures: Olympidianamon, Metal Seadramon, Ridatsumon Zero, Imperialdramon,
Paladinmon, Black WarGreymon and Adeemon.]
[All of the Tamers (Ira, Fal, David, Kouyuu, Callie, Kaoline, Caspian, Shadow,
Garfield, and Jajan) walk into view (like the end of Digimon Season 3's intro),
followed by their respective partners.]
DIGITAL MONSTERS FOREVER
--
"Welcome to the Digital World"
Tuesday, April 7, 2071
The Digital World
The Ultimate stared down in open amazement at the smaller creature, his
ash-colored eyes wide as he considered what he should do. He'd certainly never
seen anything like this Digimon before; maybe it (he?) had a few passing
resemblances to other species, but this one was completely alien to him. And
size usually wasn't a good indicator of a power level here, so he couldn't
count on just eyeballing the thing. He wasn't willing to gamble that it was
just a Champion, only to suffer a heart attack when it might turn out to be a
Mega. Aero Veedramon's options were dwindling quite a bit – true, he might be
able to snap off the creature's head, if he was fast enough, but his curiosity
was starting to get in the way, annoyingly enough.
What is this thing? He
wondered, his gaze returned coolly by those glimmering amethyst eyes. Whatever
it was, it was smart: he could definitely see the gleam of intelligence in the
dark pupils.
…Like crystal mirrors, reflecting his warped
image back at him. The purple pupils were almost dazzling, set in the pale
face. Aero Veedramon hesitated, torn between his immense surprise at the
situation and fascination.
The sword point pricked into his chest warningly and he
drew in a sharp hissing breath.
"I know you're not mute. Answer the
question."
His tail was thrashing angrily behind him – he might be a little
bit curious, but he decided he didn't particularly like the way he was
currently being treated. He deigned not to answer, his storm-gray eyes
narrowing in ire. Maybe he would chomp off a limb or so, give the white-clad
creature a warning. If it was a Digimon (which he suspected), he would probably
be able to delete a few In-Trainings and use the data to regain the lost limb.
Still, it would be painful and he warranted that the other probably
didn't relish agony. His snout pulled back, revealing glistening fangs.
"Don't even try it," purred the deceivingly pleasant
voice, and the blade jabbed in a little deeper, enough to break skin and draw
blood. Aero Veedramon instinctively drew backward, his scaled spine pressing
into the hot surface of the rocky cliff – he was pinned between the orange
crags and the sword. The point was digging into his chest uncomfortably and his
jaws involuntarily snapped shut with a click of teeth meeting each
other: in the process of doing so, he'd done the brilliant thing and bitten his
serpentine tongue. Coppery blood was coating the roof of the holy dragon-type's
mouth and he made a face, like he'd tasted something bitter. "I suggest you
don't make any false moves, otherwise I might accidentally slip. I think, from
this position, that I'm much faster than you: you'll be deleted before you can
kill me."
Aero Veedramon glared down at the creature, not sure what to make
of it. One side of him was railing at the sheer gall of the creature:
how dare he do this to him, an Ultimate! It almost made his vision cloud
red with rage. It had been foolish of him to stop and stare at the "gateway"
(or whatever if had been) but that didn't mean that he had to sit here and take
this insult to his being without a fight…
…Yet another side of him couldn't help but applaud the Digimon (?)
for his audacity, couldn't help but admire his daring. And it was true, what
the other said – he could hear the logic in his words. Besides, the sword's
blade was starting to get pretty painful where it was sinking into the leathery
skin on his chest, pressing dangerously over his heart.
With grudging respect, he reluctantly said,
"What is it that demands such an assault on me? And who dares this attack?"
The sword didn't waver. "My name means nothing to you. Is this the
Digital World?"
"Yes, it is," Aero Veedramon replied
tersely. Not only was he starting to dislike/admire the creature, his wings
were starting to fall asleep on him.
"Are the factions still fighting?"
The holy dragon-type grunted in scorn,
starting to make a gesture at the land beyond the cliff – the appliance of more
pressure on the blade made him think better of the action. He instinctively
squirmed away from the point of his pain. "They are." Aero Veedramon growled in
the back of his throat, the words rumbling from the depths of his thick chest.
"Beyond that cliff, the Dragon Vanguard has just razed a nearby village."
Whatever reaction he had been expecting, he didn't get it.
He was mildly astonished to see that the pale face held only apathy: no
sympathies, no murmur of apologies, no sorrow, nothing. The creature didn't
care if Digimon were "dying". He certainly didn't care enough to find a better
way to get information from the Ultimate. It struck him that the man was rather
ruthless in getting the answers he desired. Certainly not barbaric, for there
was a certain grace with which he chose his words and moved. He had no more
time to reflect as another question was fired at the trapped dragon-type:
"Are you part of a faction?"
The head of hair shone like molten silver in the sun's light, nearly blinding
him. It suddenly occurred to him that it was a very hot day: a bad day to be up
and moving about – the heat tended to play tricks on the brain. But he doubted
this had anything to do with simply being out in the sun's rays too long. Too
bad. The creature then said something that sounded like a name, then
something that resembled another, different name.
"No: I desire no part in their meaningless war. As
for those names, I have not heard of them: they are unfamiliar to me."
There was a pause as the white creature thought this over.
Apparently he was satisfied with this bit of information, for the sword point's
pressure lightened a little bit, though it never left the Digimon's chest. Aero
Veedramon stared down at the alien figure, wondering if he should be alarmed.
He was still in a very awkward position and he hoped the other wasn't going to
be a bastard and shove the keen blade into his chest: he wasn't looking forward
to being deleted. Well, not too much, because now that he thought about
it, there were some perks to such a fate.
One being that he wouldn't have to put up with the
factions and their wars if he wasn't permitted the awareness of "living". Or
his own, rather purposeless existence, his inability to make much of a
difference concerning the things he hated so much.
"What sector is this?" The white creature asked.
A snort as Aero Veedramon
obediently rattled it off, the warm air exhaled in a puff that ruffled the
prematurely silver hair. The sun beat down on the two and the Ultimate was
suddenly aware of how silent it was now – the cries from the village beyond had
died down and were out of his hearing. His ash eyes were fixed on the
white-clad figure; perhaps it was the increasing heat as the day went on, but
he was starting to feel a bit strange. His large pupils flicked from the figure
to something glowing in the pocket of the spotless trench coat. Despite his
indignation and his fury, his fascination with the creature was starting to
grow: he could feel a strange attraction to him, something pulling him. There
was something about him, something that made his voice so compelling – the
Digimon was answering his questions more easily now, his spitting, angry tone
dying away until it had faded away altogether …
…Is this what I was created for? To be ruled by
such a smaller creature?
…But I can
sense the call. It's his voice I hear; is it his words, his presence that
drowns out the cries from the village? Is he that powerful that he makes me
deaf?
He certainly didn't believe in destiny. Such things
were just old wives' tales: the white-creature (no, man, he realized out
of the blue with a start) didn't come here because they were fated to meet. He
had come for another reason – Aero Veedramon just happened to be in his way. A
twinge of unreasonable jealousy. Would the dragon-type not feel the cold
presence in that strange way if he hadn't been where he was when the humming
began? It was strangely comforting, that "coolness". It spoke to him of
purpose, of meaning. In a silent way it reassured him that he could be blinded
to the massacres.
That he could make an impact on others. He didn't have
to sit around and watch any longer.
The Digimon was jolted back into awareness
as he felt the sword tip poke into his skin. Aero Veedramon blinked in chagrin.
Because he'd been so caught up thinking those strange thoughts, he didn't
realize immediately that the human was done questioning him. He stared blankly
at the slender man that he was towering over.
The man simply repeated what he had said – it was a statement, not
a question. "Show me where the nearest computer terminal is."
Aero Veedramon started to say no, but for
some reason, the opposite answer came from his snout in a low snarl that held
wary acceptance. "If you'd very kindly pull that sword away from my chest, I'd
gladly do so. I have a thing against being skewered, if you know what I mean."
Unexpectedly, the human laughed, throwing back his head as he
chuckled. The response pleased him. It seemed ridiculous to the dragon-type
that he'd ever thought of attacking the graceful figure in the sweeping trench
coat.
"Very well," with a quick motion, the steel was sheathed in a scabbard,
its ornate ebony handle protruding from the hilt up to the pommel. With a sigh,
the larger form of the Digimon dropped down from his former position, shaking
out his wings with a creak of muscles. Somewhere, a tendon popped – the
tingling in the nerves of his wing membrane was telling him that he'd probably
be hurting in a little while: the puncture hole near his chest was stinging in
the warm air. The Ultimate glanced at the human, his horned snout lowered so
that he was nearly eye-to-eye with the smaller creature.
"I am Aero Veedramon, an Ultimate Holy-Dragon type," he
rumbled in way of introduction. Perhaps it would benefit him if he went along
with this strange being. Right now, his cold presence was a bit refreshing, in
an odd little way, and he decided that maybe the heat wasn't so bad.
With little effort, the lithe young man swung
himself up onto the Digimon's back, settling himself down between the spikes lining
Aero Veedramon's spin. However, the Ultimate didn't fool himself into believing
that he was getting off so freely – he could faintly feel the icy cold flat of
the sword pressed against the back of his neck, its razor edge hovering over
his skin. So the man wasn't going to let himself be taken unawares. The
dragon-type craned his head, twisting his snout around so that he could at
least see the human. He was returned with a mockery of a smile.
"Ira Carraway."
--
Tokyo, JapanCallie
slowly reached out towards the fox. She gently caressed one of the pointed
ears. The small creature groaned and then groggily lifted her head to look at
Callie.
"Callie?" the fox had a voice like silk. Callie shivered a little the
sound.
"How do you know my name?" she asked.
The fox pushed herself up and sat Indian style across from Callie. "I've
always known your name," it said, "It was told to me a long time
ago...I don't remember who told me though...Maybe you did." She looked
into Callie's eyes.
Callie couldn't help but look back into the green eyes that matched her's so
well. "How could I have done that? I've never met you before," Callie
replied.
The fox tilted her head. "Somehow I think we have. I used to have this
dream where a little girl would come and play with me. That was back when I was
just a Psuedomon."
Callie stared at the fox. "I used to have that same dream...Only that
definitely wasn't you. Mine just had the ears like a fox, and you are
definitely a fox."
The fox smiled. "Actually I'm a Psymon, and that was me. That was my baby
stage so to speak."
Callie looked at Psymon. "Psymon? What are you, some sort of hybrid
escaped from a lab?"
Psymon shook her head. "No, silly! I'm a Digimon."
"Digimon?" Callie looked confused.
Psymon nodded her head. "Yup. And you must be my partner!"
--
Sacramento, California
Dropping his backpack, David falls face-first onto his bed, more out of relief
than exhaustion. Finally, Spring Break has started, no more schoolwork,
no more annoying brats. He doesn't even have to deal with his little
sister; she's gone on a trip with her friend down to LA. David rolls over
and stares up at the ceiling, his mind wandering for a moment.
That hallucination...it was too real. he thinks. David didn't tell
his mother about what happened, in fact, he didn't tell her about the fight
either. But...that had to be the strangest thing to ever happen to him.
Maybe I should've listened to Mr. Carraway and went to the guidance
counselor. At least I wouldn't have had to beat the crap out of Lukas...
David thinks, getting up and walking over to his desk on the other side of the
room. He opens the first drawer and takes out an odd piece of headgear:
his old goggles. He used to wear them when he was little, but as he grew
older (and his peers more immature), he stopped in order to prevent further
ridicule. The memories are somewhat painful; two straight years of being
annoyed by several of his classmates forced him to mature faster than everyone
else.
Idiots...those jerks could care less about what others are feeling. I
bet they don't even care so many people are miserable all over the world, as
long as they are happy here they don't care about anything, thinks David,
just as his mom walks into his bedroom.
"David..." she says.
"Hm?" he replies, turning to her.
"I have to get back to the Hospital, it's an emergency. You're going
to have to cook yourself dinner..." his mother explains guiltily,
"I'm sorry..."
"For what? Get going! People
need you!" David replies, a bit confused as to why she always does this.
Everytime she gets a call from the Hospital, she immediately comes and
apologizes to him, much to his annoyance. If she has to go help some
people, why does she even bother with him?
She's too worrisome... he thinks.
"Bye, I shouldn't be too long," she replies, rushing from the room.
A few moments later, David hears the car pull out of the driveway and
speed off into the distance.
--
Somewhere in the Real World…
"Hey Garfield! Take a look at this!" BlackAgumon, in his
high-pitched voice, said to the serious looking man in the driver's seat of the
APC.
"Can't right now, pal. This is a particularly treacherous terrain we're
driving over. I'll stop soon. I need a break anyway," Garfield Magnus said
as the black APC slowed to a halt.
The two characters, one a tall man wearing a black hat and black coat, the
other a 3 ft. tall dark gray lizard, stepped out of the APC to take a look at
the small machine.
"I have no clue what this thing is," Garfield sighed as he pushed some
buttons on the Digivice.
"Let me try!" BlackAgumon said, reaching for it.
"All right. Give it a shot. We've got a long way to the next town,"
Garfield told him as he stepped back in.
BlackAgumon followed, pushing several of the buttons. It wasn't until a few
minutes later that BlackAgumon accomplished something with his button pushing.
"Hey! Hey Garfield! I think something happened!" BlackAgumon
exclaimed.
"Like what? It wouldn't happen to be a map, would it?" Garfield
asked.
"It's something like that. Take a look!" BlackAgumon exclaimed as he
shoved the Digivice, now showing a blip on its screen, in Garfield's face.
"Yikes! Don't do that!" Garfield shouted as he swerved around a tree
he almost didn't see due to the large paw in his face and brought the APC to a
halt.
"Sorry, but now look!" BlackAgumon shouted.
"All right. Just calm down, partner. Why don't you go find some food
around here or something while I check this out?" Garfield suggested.
He took a look at the Digivice and examined it closely.
"It's some kind of radar I guess. I don't know what this blip is
though. Guess we'll just have to find out." Garfield thought to
himself.
"Hey BlackAgumon! Come on back!" Garfield shouted. No reply.
"BlackAgumon?" he shouted again.
He quickly grabbed his sword and hopped out of the APC. He hopped on top and
looked around. He suddenly saw a flash of light and heard a loud yip, as if a
wolf had suddenly burst to flames. A few moments later, BlackAgumon stepped out
from a bush.
"Sorry 'bout that. Had to burn a wolf while I was eating some nuts,"
BlackAgumon explained.
"It's all right. I figured out what that machine's doing. And we're going
to find out what it's showing," Garfield said as he started the APC up.
As soon as BlackAgumon was in, the APC started heading for the mysterious blip
on the Digivice. In a half hour, they'd finally reached their destination: a
small pagoda. The two hopped out.
"This is strange. What's a pagoda doing in the middle of a forest?
Especially since this is North America and not the Far East or wherever pagodas
usually are," Garfield said inquisitively.
BlackAgumon walked around to the back and opened the door that was there.
"Wow. There's some kind of swirly blue thing back here," he said.
"Think we should go through it?" Garfield asked.
"Sure! It'll be an adventure!" BlackAgumon shouted.
"All right. To the APC! We'll drive through in it!" Garfield
exclaimed heroically.
"The door's too small though," BlackAgumon noted.
"That won't stop us!" Garfield said as he ran to the APC. BlackAgumon
followed.
Moments later, the APC edged closer and closer to the portal when...
BOOM!
...The APC was sucked into the portal and sent to another magical world!
"Do you recognize this place?" asked Garfield.
"Nope. Too many sparkles and....weird looking guys in white armor,"
BlackAgumon said as a group of Stormtroopers began firing on the APC.
The APC quickly went through the portal again. This time, it was a different
magical world.
"I recognize this place! It's the Digital World where I was born!"
BlackAgumon said.
"Fascinating. Really. Now then, how do we get back to Earth?"
Garfield asked.
"Well, I guess we have to do some sort of quest with some other
people," BlackAgumon shrugged.
Garfield blinked a couple of times in disbelief. "Thank goodness the APC
is electric. All right. We better get searching. What are we searching
for?" Garfield asked.
"Probably some children walking around with Digimon. That or some kind of
evil force," BlackAgumon said.
"And thus begins a quest that I got myself into. Oh well. You know what
they say 'Got in, get out.' " Garfield quoted.
"I've never heard anyone say that before," BlackAgumon commented.
"Quiet you," Garfield snipped.
The APC began moving.
--
Sacramento, California
This is as good as over. David thinks with a smirk, I've got him
cornered and outnumbered! David decides not to go easy on his
opponent, attacking the enemy territory with his strongest adjacent one.
The card screen comes up and he picks his favorite tactic, cannons center
and cavalry double-flank. With this finished, all he has to do is sit
back and watch as the two armies clash.
Idiot, he's trying a frontal assault AGAIN? Damn, these beginners
never learn... he thinks as the enemy troops find themselves surrounded by
cavalry and under assault by cannon fire. Within moments, the battle is
over and the game is won. Yet another
victory for the "Digital Khan".
Heh, Internet Risk is so easy now. Maybe I should try Axis &
Allies...nah, too easy. Eh, I'll just play solitaire... Looking around the room, David's eyes
fall upon his goggles once again; he'd brought them with him for some reason.
And, for similarly no reason, David picks them up and puts them on, just
above his forehead. A high-pitched ring signals an instant message has
been received.
Hm? Who's this? "NeoS9"? Eh, might as well see
what this guy wants... David thinks, clicking "Okay".
NeoS9: The Digital Khan, I presume.
DkMatrix79: Hello. And you are...?
NeoS9: A friend. You are the best Strategy game player in America. I am
your European counterpart.
DkMatrix79: Wow, I didn't know I was that well known.
NeoS9: Ah, you are quite infamous indeed. In fact, I have some friends
who would LOVE to meet you.
DkMatrix79: Is that so? Are they also experienced Strat gamers?
NeoS9: Indeed. We make up a small clan of sorts, made up of us elite
strategy masters. We call ourselves the Alias, and in fact, I have
contacted you on behalf of one of my associates. He challenges you to a
match.
DkMatrix79: A challenge?
NeoS9: Yes. If you win this match, we will let you into our elite group.
DkMatrix79: Hm...an interesting proposal. Okay, I accept. ^_^
NeoS9: Good, he is most pleased. I wish you luck in your upcoming battle.
DkMatrix79: Thanks. By the way, when does he want to start?
NeoS9: Immediately.
At that exact moment, the power suddenly goes out in the house.
"Ah c'mon! Not now!" David shouts, slamming the keyboard,
"Just great...now the Alias are going to think I'm a coward!" David
glances towards the door, just as a thick cloud of mist begins to pour through.
"What the hell?" he yells, jumping up quickly and knocking the chair
over. Within moments, the mist fills up the room, burning at David's
eyes.
"Ugh..." David grunts, moving the goggles over his eyes.
Looking around, he notices that the fog has apparently cut off all of the
light in the room...except for a dull glow from his pocket. Confused,
David reaches inside and pulls out an small device with an LCD screen.
"What is this thing?" he whispers, as it suddenly begins to glow
brighter. Strangely, the computer's monitor turns itself back on, a dull
glow emanating from the black screen as lines and lines of computer data
suddenly appear.
"Okay...WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!" yells David, beginning to freak
out as the screen once again becomes blank, replaced by one line:
Digital Gateway Installation Complete. Run Program.
At that moment, the light from the strange device overtakes everything and
David Milliard, the Digital Khan, ceases to exist on the Physical plain.
--
[Cue End Theme – "I'll be there – Megumi Hayashibara"]
[In a dim, trash-filled alleyway, we see Ira Caraway, his hands in his coat pockets as wind blows his silver hair into his face. Panning up slowly, we see Aero Veedramon looking down at him from atop the building to his right. Cut to a street in Sacramento, overlooking San Francisco Bay. David Milliard is on the sidewalk, leaning against a building and staring towards the ground, as rain falls from a dim and cloudy sky. As we pan to the right, dissolve into a similar view of Veemon Akira, who is doing the same except he is in a devastated village, the way he is leaning giving the impression that they're standing back to back. The sky is black, but glowing red as is rains lightly]
[Cut to a beach on the Southern California coast at sunset. Fal Micheals watches as the sun slowly sinks below horizon, bathing him in an orange-red light. Quickly zoom into his eye, then back out to see Serpentmon doing the same. Cut to Kana Stone sitting on a windowsill, staring out across Tokyo as the Sun sets in the distance. Dissolve to a similar scene in the Digital World with Psymon, only she is sitting on the opposite side of her window, staring out across a devastated city with columns of smoke lazily drifting across the red-orange sky.]
[On an empty road on Okinawa, we see Kouyuu Fukushima leaning against his car staring towards us as a heavy rain falls from the dark sky. Cut to the Digital World, Kaoline Shokai, Dianamon, and Wizardmon stare up at the Digital star filled sky. Pan and zoom to a tree to the right, Jajan looks out from behind it at her, Celermon behind him.]
[Cut to a gray background, the shadows of Azulongmon appears. Then, Shadow and Caspian Callaway fade into view, Lopmon Mist on Shadow's shoulder. Cut again to a dark room, where Garfield Magnus loads a handgun as Black Agumon looks on]
[On the plains of North America, Alan Maxwell and Oppimon stare at the dark clouds brooding in the distance ominously. In the Digital World, Titaniumon Utora stands in the shadows of some city.]
[A park in Tokyo, Shiro Arkov walks silently in a heavy rain, several shadows passing by him. A short distance away, Tim Areo and Dashamon watch.]
--
Episode 3 Cast (In Order of Arrangement)
Ira Caraway . . . . . . . . . . . Camille Vidan
AeroVeedramon
Kana Stone . . . . . . . . . . . . Renee Aarons
Psymon
David Milliard . . . . . . . . . . Pkmatrix
Jenna Milliard
NeoS9
Garfield Magnus . . . . . . . . Draco Starcloud
Black Agumon