[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 eachother 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
--
"Think You Can Take Us?"
Wednesday, April 8, 2071
Newport Beach, Los Angeles, California
Newport Beach. The only thing in LA that actually looked peaceful,
even at this time in the morning. It was one of the largest beaches in LA, so
it attracted a lot of attention, in the daytime at least. However, it was now
5:00 in the morning, everyone was either working or sleeping, leaving the beech
cleared for the daytime crowd.
"WOO-HOO!"
And leaving it wide open for the Early Bird to pick the worm.
Fal Michael surfed the biggest wave he could find at 5:00 in the morning. When
he should be sleeping and preparing for the private school his mom (figures)
enlisted him in, but he could live skipping a day of school. There was a test
today in European Socialism anyway, and only that class had any real work, so
what was the point of going to school. He could live without learning about the
European Union's government, and Mr. Stein was a drag anyway.
"Hey, Fal, ready to pull in yet?" said a voice that sounded like a
roar. Under him, a long, dark blue reptilian creature surfed alongside, curling
his body up and down to swim, like a ribbon.
"What's wrong, Seadramon? I thought you liked swimming at this time in the
morning."
"I need a donut!" a sweat drop formed on Seadramon's ice-blue mask.
In response, like your typical anime, Fal fell off his surfboard and into the
water. He then got back up, and watched Seadramon's massive head pull up
directly in front of him.
"All right, ALL RIGHT! We'll pull in, just don't knock me off my
surfboard."
"Sorry," Seadramon whimpered. Ironic to see a rather large sea dragon
whimpering at a mere mortal.
"Don't be, it was my fault anyway," he got back up on his surfboard
and started to paddle his way to shore. Seadramon followed, skimming the water
rather than ribbon swimming like he usually did.
On shore, Fal got up to his Ford Mustang 2063 Model and put on his Hawaiian
shirt. Seadramon crawled on the land with his flippers, and immediately
de-digivolved into Serpentmon. He then hopped into the convertible.
"Krispy Kremes?" Serpentmon spoke out.
Fal shrugged, and then drove off.
A second later…
Fal now stood out in the nearest Krispy Kreme restaurant to Newport, with the
now-Serpentmon sitting on a counter, looking like a stuffed animal as he
usually did.
"Ok, I got you crème filled, you happy?" Fal spoke, in a rather
ticked off tone.
Serpentmon merely slithered across the table at the box of a dozen donuts.
"What's wrong, Fal? You sound rather miffed."
"Sorry, Serp, I just get embarrassed when I fall off my surfboard, that's
all." He sat down, and watched the snake-like Digimon start to eat up the
box. Conversation wasn't one of Serpentmon's points when he was digging in, no
sir.
While he was eating, however, he pulled out a locket that was tucked under his
white shirt. It was gold circular piece, with a picture of a girl on it. Not
just any girl, though, she was actually pretty cute, if you looked through the
tomboyish appearance of no makeup or eye wear.
Serpentmon looked up, crème was smeared over his jaw, "Her again? Don't
you ever get tired of looking at that locket, Fal?"
"I can't say no, since she moved away a while back." Fal looked at
the locket still, "Kana..."
He started to blush, as he thought of the memories he had. Serpentmon shook his
head, "Humans, I've been here for a year and still can't understand
them..." he muttered, "So, were you and Kana…y'know.."
"Wha?" Fal looked up, "Oh no, we were childhood friends, moved
away when I was 15. I think she's in Tokyo now..." Fal shrugged, putting
the locket back. That went quick, "So, what should we do today,
since I'm not going to school."
"Not going to school? Isn't that against your mom's rules?"
"Yeah, but who cares? She's not exactly the loving type anyway," Fal
responded, "I think a trip to the arcade would be good, they have that new
World War II Air-to-Air game out."
He leaned forward, "Picture this, 16 choose-able airplanes, extreme
'real-life' graphics and so many good weapons to blow stuff up with!"
Serpentmon wasn't impressed, "So?"
He forgot, Serpentmon being a former Digimon of the 'Dragon Vanguard', was used
to all this, "C'mon, you've never played an arcade game before. You only
got to play my U-Boat simulator on my computer."
"Yeah, well, I dunno, air combat isn't my style..." Serpentmon
shrugged.
"Besides, I made a bet with Kyouto; I have to be there. I just need your
help in the cockpit," Fal spoke the truth aloud.
"Figures, he's the only one you ever make bets with. Why?"
"He's the only guy who's been an actual challenge to me. He's my
God-forsaken rival!"
"Ah yes, your competitive nature, how I forget..." Serpentmon said.
"What?"
"Nothing. Ok, fine, how much is
the wager?"
"80 dollars."
Serpentmon shrugged, as far as an armless, shoulder-less snake could,
"Alright, I can use some of that money anyway," he held out his
flipper, "50-50?"
"50-50." Fal shook the snake's flipper.
--
The Digital World
With an audible crack, the large wings unfurled from
Aero Veedramon's scaly side. Ira was careful to keep his legs pressed tightly
against the Digimon, lowering his face a little so he wouldn't risk getting
buffeted by them. He was a bit surprised at the change in the dragon-type, but
he decided he wasn't going to puzzle over it. Better if the Ultimate was going
to be willing; it made his position much easier, and less awkward for the both
of them.
"The closest terminal used to be beyond the
cliff," Aero Veedramon commented. He dipped his large, wedged-shaped head,
the spiraling horns bobbing. "But it's probably destroyed."
"Then where's the next closest one?"
Ira held on tightly as the dragon Digimon broke out into an easy lope,
his gait rolling as he dropped to all fours. Despite his size, Aero Veedramon
was quite fast and it showed as he began to speed up. The dry air rippled
through the almost opaque wing membrane as he ran, rising up into a whistle as
he began to flap his wings.
"I'll take you there - it's a few miles away, near the City
of Machines."
A sarcastic thought. How utterly quaint.
The Ultimate lowered his serpentine head as his wings pumped furiously -
bunching his heavily muscled hind legs, he pushed himself up from the ground,
the dry dusty stones drawing away as he bounded into the sky. His wings beat
powerfully at the listless air; he was struggling to gain altitude. After a few
dangerous dips, Aero Veedramon managed to pull away from the rocky terrain, his
thick tail snaking out behind him as he soared higher.
--
"HEY!"
"Crap..." mutters Akira, staring at the three Digimon blocking the
road, two Gazimon and a Betamon.
"Your money or your data," hisses one of the Gazimon, standing about
half a foot taller than him, menacingly.
"I don't have any money," replies Akira, silently cursing himself for
leaving his sword back at the village. The other Gazimon eyes him, then
looks past him towards the pillar of black smoke in the distance.
"You're one of the soldiers that raised that village. What is your
allegiance?" he asks.
"Dragon Vanguard..." the Veemon replies. At this moment, he
doesn't feel like the lucky Digimon his type is supposed to be.
"Wrong answer!" Gazimon yells, punching him in the stomach and
pushing him to the ground. The other Gazimon smirks at him.
"Heh, you think you can just enter Phoenix territory and live?
Stupid freshie," he says as all three Digimon begin to close in on
the fallen the Veemon.
Oh f***...so this is it. I don't get killed in battle, I'm murdered by
some crazy Phoenix supporters.... thinks Akira, as the Betamon suddenly
stops.
"Hey, what's that humming noise?" he asks. The two Gazimon stop
and look around, even Akira notices it now. Suddenly, the air behind the
Veemon begins to warp and grow bright, unlike anything the Digimon have ever
seen before.
"What the...?" says the tall Gazimon, as a bright flash of light
erupts from the occurrence, revealing a strange creature.
"Is that...a Digimon...?" says the other Gazimon, as the creature
moves a pair of goggles from his eyes and above his forehead slowly, as if in
shock.
"Oh sh**...I must be hallucinating again..." it whispers. Akira
immediately recognizes the voice and turns to see the thing.
"I-it's YOU!" Akira yells, half in relief and half in shock.
David looks down at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Akira...? What the...?" says David.
"Hey, who are you?!" yells the tall Gazimon, "Are you part of
the Dragon Vanguard?"
"The WHAT?!" replies David, staring at the Gazimon as if he'd grown a
third head, besides the fact that he's never seen such a strange creature in
his life. To him, the Gazimon looks like some sort of giant, demented
rabbit.
"Which of the four Digimon Armies you allied to?" he asks again, only
more menacingly.
"I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about. I'm not allied
to any military organization," David replies, trying to snap out of his
shock and sound serious.
"Heh, a neutral. You're just as bad as this fool. We'll kill
you both, then absorb your data!" says the other Gazimon. The three
Digimon step forward again, preparing to strike, as Akira gets back up and puts
himself in between the trio and the human.
"Get out of here...I'll hold them off..." he whispers, "Thanks
for helping me, now is my chance to repay the favor."
"What? But...they'll kill you," replies David.
"Go ahead, run, we'll still find you. After we kill your friend
here, we'll find you and absorb your data too," says the second Gazimon
sinisterly. Akira can't take it anymore.
"GO!" he yells, ramming the Gazimon to the ground. The taller
Gazimon kicks him off, then raises his fist to punch down, when a strong hand
suddenly grabs his wrist.
"You messed with the wrong guy," says David coldly, jerking him back
and kicking him in the gut, sending the Digimon skidding across the ground.
The other Gazimon looks up to see what's happening, only to get a chop to
the side of his neck. Before the Betamon can do anything, Akira grabs him
and it gets punted like a football. The taller Gazimon, clutching his
stomach, looks up at David as if he's a wild beast.
"Who...are you...?" he mumbles painfully. David pulls off his
goggles and stuffs them in one of his jacket's pockets.
"David Milliard, the Digital Khan," he replies, "You attack
either Akira or I ever again, and you WILL regret it."
"Uh...let's get out of here," says Akira, starting to continue
walking the way he was originally going.
"Gladly," David replies, walking past the groaning trio and beside
his new friend.
--
This certainly doesn't look like the forest that
I saw the last time I was here. Ira Carraway mused. They'd been flying over
the parched land for almost twenty minutes now, and it didn't look like the
scorched earth was going to pass under them and vanish behind the two for quite
a while. Well, it was pretty stupid to think that he'd end up in the same spot
– the coordinates had been pre-programmed at the time, thanks to his contact –
and it was expected that he'd end up in some randomly generated spot. At least
he hadn't been dumped somewhere worse, like an ocean; that would have
certainly pissed him off to no end. He didn't really need a computer terminal
to return back to the Real World, but he'd some things he wanted to attend to.
Personally.
And this time I won't have that idiot contact peeping over my
shoulder.
The silver-haired man shifted in his seat. He'd removed his glasses
before they'd ascended into the air (he didn't fancy the idea of them
shattering to the ground racing beneath them, because he didn't want to waste
money buying another pair), tucking the small frames into a pocket of his
trench coat. Curiously enough, it had been the same one that he'd stowed away
that strange device, and, on a whim, he'd taken it out, turning it over in his
free hand. It was a bizarre little contraption, he had to admit. An oblong of
black plastic, its casing lined by a gray strip – it could fit snugly in the
palm of his hand. Ira vaguely was reminded of the tools he'd been occasionally
given by his contact: of course, those things had been an eyesore, a clunky
object that was almost painful to look at. Now that he thought about it, they
had looked very crude compared to the device he now held in his hand. It
must be similar to what I was given.
Well, he supposed it didn't really matter. As long as it
didn't blow him to pieces, he was fine. And if it's anything like what I
think it is, it should become rather helpful. Stupid of him not to realize
the similarities before – he was getting careless now. He'd have to be more
alert in the future, Ira reminded himself sharply. Otherwise it could get ugly.
His lips almost turned up in a scornful smile. Well, it would for his
employers, anyway: he made it his business to cut any contracts or deals
if it was necessary. Working with the mystery employer only happened to benefit
him, for the moment.
Getting caught wasn't
exactly on his agenda.
The young man touched one of the buttons; a beep was
emitted from the ebony device as the LCD screen blinked on. It was a small
digital display – the lighting was horrendous – but, tilting it a little bit to
catch the sunlight, he was able to make out the images appearing on the
surface. It looked like the on button automatically brought up a Digimon
encyclopedia, of some sorts. Right now, it was showing him the stats of Aero
Veedramon (apparently it picked up the closest digital monster in its range), a
hologram flickering on with the Ultimate's 3D image as the information scrolled
below it in fine text:
Aero Veedramon. Ultimate Level Digimon, Holy Dragon
Type.
Age: 13 (Digimon of this type
tend to mature at a more rapid rate than most others)
Gender Programming: Male
Attribute: Vaccine
Family: Wing Guardians
Code Number:
6661999
Special Attacks: Magnum Crush, V Wing Blade, Protect
There was a curious symbol floating near the transparent hologram, a
smoky gray ring that was interlocked with a pitch-black one. Ira didn't bother
to attempt figuring it out now: it was only a curiosity, at most. The whistling
dry winds blew his long white hair in his eyes as he idly went through the
other options of the device. Nothing spectacular, although there were some
helpful things – he found that he could access a map of the Digital World, as
well as something that almost resembled radar. The muscles under him shifted as
Aero Veedramon glanced over his shoulder at his passenger:
"What, may I ask, is that?"
Ira was feeling fairly satisfied now. It couldn't hurt to show the
Ultimate what he had; he still had the drawn taijiquan sword pressed against
the back of the creature's scaly neck for security and he wasn't worried that
the Digimon would try to pull any tricks. Ira showed him the black device.
Aero Veedramon's slightly clouded gray eyes lit up with
recognition as his pupils took a moment to focus on the small object. "That
looks almost like a Digivice." He blinked, his voice rumbling, "But it looks a
bit different than what I expected."
So that was the name. He'd been wondering what it had been
called. Isn't he the bubbling fountain of information today? Ira chuckled
mentally, though his pale face was just as expressionless as it had been when
he'd first encountered the dragon-type. He thumbed the black Digivice off,
tucking it into its pocket again. The reassuring weight settled once again the
depths of his blindingly white trench coat, and nestling comfortably next to
his glasses.
"The City of Machines is visible now." Aero Veedramon turned
forward again: his low, growling words were thrown back to the white-clad
figure perched between his beating wings, perfectly audible. The other was
clearly curious, wondering just what the human was going to do once he found a
computer terminal: Ira could somehow feel the emotion in the back of his
mind, as well as the Digimon's reluctant fascination with the man. "They do not
treat neutral Digimon – such as I – very kindly. I will have to land in the
outskirts." There was a pause, as he seemed to think better of something. "But
I will accompany you: of course, if that is what you wish me to do."
So he wants to come with me Ira mused. This could be
helpful – and he knew that an Ultimate Digimon was fairly powerful; few would
think of attacking the holy dragon-type without some advantage.
"Once we set down, I'll decide," he said coolly. The
muscles under him shivered as the large creature shuddered slightly at the cold
tone, muttering something in a different tongue, as if to comfort itself. The
scarred wings creaked as they reached toward the sun, dipped down toward the
barren earth only to rise up again. The Ultimate hesitated, slowing down as the
dark mass of the city came into sight.
"…There's a strange scent in the air." Seeing the
human made no objection of him doing so, he continued, "Something powerful. A
few smells that bear slight resemblance to yours."
"I don't want anyone else intruding on my business," Ira
ordered quickly. He had quickly guessed that Aero Veedramon was referring to
humans. Perhaps his mystery employer dispatched them – if that was the case, he
didn't want a run in, especially if (from the sounds of it) they were packing
some heavy firepower. "Fly lower and avoid being seen."
The twin horns bobbed in understanding, although the
dragon-type didn't answer. Ira leaned closer to the warmth of the Digimon's
skin, pressed himself forward so it would be difficult for any onlookers in the
distance to notice him. At this closer proximity, the emotions that seemed to
float up from the creature were stronger: the silver-haired man could almost
read them like a book, for they were clearer now. His hatred is slowly
burning – he despises me for his humiliation. He realized with scorn. …Yet,
Aero Veedramon wants to follow me. For some reason, he craves to hear my order.
It didn't matter that the Ultimate was doing his best to hide his confusion
over the human in white – pointless, actually, considering the fact that Ira
was somehow privy to the other's mess of emotions and thoughts.
Malleable. Just like the rest of them.
But, strangely enough, Ira found that he couldn't disregard the Digimon. So he
said nothing more, silent as his expression turned thoughtful.
--
Legends Video Arcade, LA, California
Besides the legendary Newport Beach, Fal's favorite hangout was Legends. It was
a large arcade, 5 floors of video games, each divided by type and genre. The
place was always loud, and if not for school, crowded. However, now it was
almost empty, with only staff and the cafe manager actually working at this
time of day. Fal walked in, with Serpentmon flung over his shoulder like a
stuffed animal.
"You're going to need a keycard to play any games, son..." a young,
probably 17 year old, employee told Fal.
Fal held up his keycard, and continued on. The Arcade sure looked a bit
peaceful, even though there was a few people playing the games. This was a
dream come true. Not only did he have the pleasure of ditching the dullest
class in LA, but he also had the entire day to play games. Especially the game
across from him.
Air-to-Air
The machine consisted of two mockpit simulators, painted black with fraud kill
marks and art painted on the sides. He
jumped in the mockpit and activated the game...
--
A bright light engulfs the roof as the air above the center of the building
begins to warp, whirling as if it were water, as the four beings pass through
the gateway between the Digital and Physical plains. Within seconds, the
light subsides, in its place stand four tall and black Digimon: Dark Lizamon.
"We're here," says one of them, surveying the area, "The area is
clear."
"Where is he? The commander said he was here," complains
another, as his commander glares back at him.
"Are you truly that dense? We're on top of some building, and the
rogue is obviously somewhere inside. It is our duty, as elite soldiers of
the Dragon Vanguard, to retrieve him and make sure he returns to our
world," says the commander. He looks down and immediately fires a
fireball into the roof, blowing a huge hole inside, before leaping down...
--
"What the?" Fal crawled out of the mockpit and looked out
at the blown down roof. Serpentmon was neatly coiled under the seat, so nobody
could see him. Not that anyone would try and mess with a 9-foot long snake. It
was obvious, whoever attacked was after him, by the look of fear on his face.
"Alright!" Growled the Dark Lizamon that leaped down, "We're are
looking for our friend, he goes by two names. Serpentmon or Seadramon. If we
get him, you can all go home safe and sound." the lizard snarled. A
Tyrannomon and a Demidevimon dropped down beside her. The clerk and whoever
else was in the arcade just froze, as these behemoths patrolled the arcade.
Fal stared back at Serpentmon, "Relax, buddy, I'll keep them away."
It was true, Serpentmon was a former Dragon Vanguard Digimon, who had traveled
back to the 'human' world to escape the war that plagued the digital. While it
was tough to adjust to humanity, it was much easier than fighting an ongoing
war. Fal respected that.
"You..." the Demidevimon flapped in Fal's direction, "Who are
you talking to?"
"Just my pet...dog, Spot. Why?" Fal asked, casually.
"Since when do they let dogs into these arcades?" Demidevimon,
despite his trademark incompetence, wasn't buying it, "What's in that
thing?" he nudged at the black mockpit.
Dark Lizamon and Tyrannomon each looked over to his direction. Demidevimon
floated toward the mockpit, and looked down. There was no way Fal could stop
him. Or Serpentmon for that matter. Serpentmon lunged out and struck at
Demidevimon, then throwing him into a nearby pool. "TIDAL POOL!" the
fountain swirled into a whirlpool, making Demidevimon go around and around in a
spin.
"That's him!" Dark Lizamon yelled, "GET HIM!"
The Tyrannomon lunged toward Serpentmon, taking advantage of his dominant
Champion level over this mere rookie. "C'mon, small fry, come with
me..." he snapped. Serpentmon could only slither back in fear at this
behemoth.
"Didn't you forget something?" Fal asked, sarcastically. Just when
the Tyrannomon turned to meet him, Fal pulled out his digivice, "That's
your cue buddy..."
A white glow engulfed Serpentmon, peering through the shop cracks and the
afternoon sky. Then a long beam of light struck down from the heavens, through
the roof and onto the snake.
"Serpentmon, digivolve too...." his form grew nearly 3 times as big,
"SEADRAMON!!"
The glow ended, and revealed Seadramon. His long slender body pierced through
the roof and stared down at Tyrannomon. "So you like picking on the small
fries, huh? RYUMIHEKKI!!" Seadramon roared, as he launched a bright blue
energy shot into the Tyrannomon. It didn't have a chance to retaliate; the
blast totally deleted him on the spot.
Dark Lizamon stepped away, shocked.
"Well, what do you think?" Fal stood atop Seadramon's head, Tamer and
Digimon. "Still think you can take us on?"
--
The Digital World
The city drew closer, and Ira could now make out the
individual buildings, as well as other structures that towered up toward the
sky. It was rather ugly; something was always in motion: a piston, a wheel, a
lever, among other things. They were flying much closer to the ground now, the
few scraggly plants zipping by underneath Aero Veedramon's tattered wings. The
Ultimate was silent for the most part as he approached the sprawling city at
the lower altitude, leaving his slender rider to think things through.
So this is the City of Machines. A crude, but appropriate name, he
decided as he eyed the taller buildings. It seemed (well, to him) that it was
really just one giant machine; a mass of twisting cables that throbbed like it
was alive. Of course, that was silly of him – damn the fact that his
imagination seemed to have a will of its own – and he really should be
embarrassed for thinking such thoughts. Still, the city looked like it had been
built for function, if not efficiency. He had no doubt that he'd be able
to locate the computer terminal.
"I will have to land very soon," Aero Veedramon spoke up,
his wings struggling to keep him aloft so close to the dry, dark ground. He had
veered around as they got closer, traveling almost parallel to the outskirts of
the city: he had told Ira earlier that he was going to do this to try and put
the city between him and presences he'd felt earlier. "The scents are
getting a little bit more faint."
"Good."
--
Aero Veedramon sighed mentally as he stretched his wings as far
out as they could go, gliding a little bit. The human was silent now, and made
no comment or answer to any remark the Ultimate made: after a while, the
dragon-type decided it wasn't worth the trouble and snapped his snout shut. His
serpentine tongue worked in the interior of his jaws, flicking against clenched
fangs, occasionally against the roof of his mouth. It looked like the cut where
he'd accidentally bitten himself had already healed. One perk, I guess.
His ash-gray eyes scanned the ground under him for a suitable spot to
land. Preferably somewhere relatively concealed - he harbored a distrust for
very open areas and if Ira had some other plans, he certainly wasn't going to
risk going any closer to the City of Machines. True, it had been a while
since he'd last been there, but he really didn't know if the denizens were more
hostile toward neutral Digimon or not. They'd been bad enough then.
--
[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 Micheal 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.]
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Episode 4 Cast (In Order of Appearance)
Fal Micheals . . . . . . . . . . . . Anubis
Serpentmon
Dark Lizamon
Ira Caraway . . . . . . . . . . . Camille Bidan
AeroVeedramon
David Milliard . . . . . . . . . . Pkmatrix
Veemon Akira
Betamon and Gazimon Thugs