Editor's Note: Sorry about taking so long! I meant to get this out a couple weeks ago. ^^()
[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
--
"Conscription"
Wednesday, April 8, 2071
Somewhere near Fort Aleksandrea...
"KANA!" yells Fal, grabbing the young woman who had just suddenly
appeared, and just as suddenly passed out.
"CALLIE! WAKE UP!" yells the fox-like Digimon with her, shaking
her desperately. Quickly, Fal checks her pulse.
"She's alive...just unconscious," he says, picking her up in his
arms, "We have to get her out of the sun, now!"
"Right," David replies, untying his jacket and handing it to Fal,
"Here, shield her with this." And at that, the group makes
their way towards Fort Aleksandrea...
--
The City of Machines
Ira Carraway sat up as the large Ultimate settled carefully
down, hind legs stretching down as his scarred, weathered wings beat once,
twice, before he dropped steadily onto his forehands. The Digimon had chosen a
relatively enclosed spot – their location was concealed from the city by a low
overhang of black slag, the rock melted until its surface was glassy and bore a
resemblance to gleaming obsidian. Looks like it's time to begin my own
little side job, the young man decided with a quirk of his lips. Thank Lady
Luck for giving him this opportunity. Or someone: he didn't really believe that
much in luck to begin with. But he supposed he should be thanking something
for this rare chance he was given.
Underneath him, Aero Veedramon was shifting his weight so that
his chin was nearly touching the dark ground, a few centimeters from its
surface. His wings closed to his side as he maintained the crouching/bowing
position, silently letting the human to step off. Ira did so, leaping down with
ease from his perch. His blazing white trench coat fluttered down after him as
he landed. It settled about him as he turned to the Digimon.
"Well, this is as far I need to go," Ira reached into his
pocket and drew out his glasses, replacing the small-frame spectacles on the
bridge of his nose. The large gray eyes of the dragon-type followed the
movement almost hungrily. "You may leave, if you wish."
A rumble as the huge reptilian head turned toward
him, bobbing very reluctantly as if the words were difficult to say. "…Are you
sure? The City of Machines is a dangerous place."
"I don't need you anymore."
Aero Veedramon recoiled slightly at this simple and careless
remark, his air slightly wounded. The Ultimate looked down at his claws, which
had been tearing up the hardly packed dirt as they clenched and unclenched in a
nervous gesture. He immediately stopped, suddenly self-conscious, laying one
paw on the other as if he was ashamed; "Perhaps, but…" he hesitated. He'd just met
this human creature – he already despised the way he seemed to look down on
others, but there was something interesting about him, something that was
almost worth the unspoken insults in the condescending and calculating amethyst
gaze. "…I am willing to volunteer my services one more time. Not only is the
City perilous, it is also very large and easy to get lost in."
Ira sheathed the sword with a hiss of the sword's keen
edge sliding hungrily into the scabbard. "I rarely get lost," he said blandly.
"…Even if you do have a good
sense of direction, you're going to have a lot of difficulty finding your way
to the terminal. Do you even know where it is?"
Ira chuckled. It seemed – well, to him – that the Digimon was
almost unwilling to let him go. Apparently, his curiosity had yet to be
satisfied. It was with an almost stubborn expression that the Ultimate fixed on
him. So you still insist on this, do you? A mental sigh of exaggeration.
Like a dumb puppy. That's what this overgrown lizard was, he decided. A
giant dog intent on following his master, with a brain to match. The Digimon
had always (deep down) wanted to be commanded, but he'd always rankled at those
of the factions, Ira realized. He didn't know where this enlightenment
had come from, but he wasn't going to question it now.
So now the Digimon wanted to come along with him, simply put. This
was a rather ridiculous notion, considering that Ira had no desire to throw
orders to Aero Veedramon.
The dragon-type was intent on getting an answer. "…You're
going to need a guide." He blinked, clearly startled, as the silver-haired
human began to make his way down the dark rocks and toward the outskirts of the
hulking dwellings not too far away. A gust of wind danced between the two as
the distance between them grew and tossed up the white trail of the young man's
trench coat teasingly at Aero-Veedramon; "What are you doing?"
"It's fairly obvious what I'm doing – leaving."
"But –"
Dense idiot. You don't seem to pick up on
things very well.
Ira didn't turn around as he threw his words over his shoulder:
"Suit yourself."
There was a long pause as Aero Veedramon processed this answer. His claws
scrabbled loudly against the black pebbles as he hurried after his much smaller
companion, not wanting to be left behind. Ira never stopped to wait for the
Digimon; he was always moving, was always looking the other way whenever the
Ultimate slipped on loose rocks. To his credit, Aero Veedramon kept his jaws
clapped tightly together and said nothing, although his skin flushed a dark
blue when he almost tripped on a boulder that gave way beneath him. Ira ignored
him.
It was in this fashion that the two entered the
dim, gloomy outskirts of the City of Machines.
--
Fort Aleksandrea
"Ok, Serpentmon, I don't care if you don't want to go in
there or not, but you better command them to let us enter!" Fal yelled at
his Digimon.
Serpentmon's cobra persona immediately disappeared. He knew not to get Fal
pissed for any reason. "Alright, lets take her in." Serpentmon
hissed. He slithered toward the fortress, with Fal (carrying Kana), Psymon,
David and Akira following his lead. "I can't believe I have to do
this..." Serpentmon growled, "...I ran away from these people a long
time ago!"
He finally reached the gate and looked up at the guards. Two Aerodramon were
perched on the ledges, looking down on Serpentmon like Vultures on a corpse.
"Who goes there?" one of the Aerodramons demanded.
"I wish to enter the fort for rest. Our friends have been on the road for
a while, one of them is unconscious." Serpentmon spoke out.
"And this on who's authority?"
"Mine..." Akira joined up with Serpentmon and looked up at the
Aerodramon, "Let them pass."
"I'm sorry Captain, but orders state that we can't let anyone pass into
the fort." the other Aerodramon responded.
Before Akira could respond, Serpentmon came back, "Consider them counter
ordered."
"What?"
He then started to glow again, "Serpentmon digivolve
to...SEADRAMON!!" the glow ended and revealed Seadramon. The Aerodramon
immediately recognized him, "Colonel Seadramon?"
"Colonel!?" Fal stared up at his sea Digimon.
"I order you, let them pass." Seadramon glared. The Aerodramon
immediately opened the gate without verbal response, but the sense of fear in
the eyes of a Dragon Vanguard officer.
--
The City of Machines
Ira Carraway walked fearlessly past the first run-down
shack, his mirror-like violet eyes glancing to either side as he sized up the
surrounding area. His slender face was calm as he strode with purpose down the
avenue, spotless boots crunching slightly as they stepped on uneven gravel and
pieces of broken glass that was littered about the ground. Behind him, Aero
Veedramon followed a few paces away: the Digimon had fallen onto all fours by
the time they had entered the outskirts of the City, his padded feet and hands
rasping roughly against the stones. The silver-haired man glanced over his
shoulder at the Ultimate. It was easy to keep up with white-clad human's
stride, but the larger creature was careful not to pass Ira. He briefly
wondered if the dragon-type was afraid he'd been offended or something. There
had to be some reason as to why Aero Veedramon was practically tripping on his
heels.
Again the image of an obedient canine came to mind.
Well, this one's a bit more intelligent than a dog, but not by much.
He turned away and faced forward. As long as this overgrown dog didn't snap off
his head or anything, he supposed that it would be fine to put up with him.
Anyway, his attention should be directed more on finding his way to the
computer instead of on the blue Digimon. Ira scanned the street before him: the
area was a mess, a hovel of makeshift houses that had been built on the
boundaries of the City because room in the center had been scarce – the dirty
shacks were so closely packed together that the "street" was little more than a
gloomy, smoggy alleyway: Aero Veedramon had somehow managed to squeeze his
muscled frame into the cramped space without a word of complaint.
Crash!
Further ahead, a rickety scaffolding toppled over, followed with the
sounds of scrabbling. Ira quickly laid his hand on the hilt of his sheathed
taijiquan sword as the scuffling continued. He didn't expect to slip into the
City entirely unnoticed and he reminded himself that he'd have to be on his
toes. However, he relaxed as a small Rookie Digimon scuttled from one side of
the street toward the other and away from the fallen slats of wood, the Palmon
shooting a frightened glance at the human before vanishing into the shadows.
Behind him, Aero Veedramon sighed;
"I believe the City is under control by one of the factions," he
growled lowly. "It's probably being used for military operations, which is why
it's so polluted." A loud snort as he wrinkled his snout in distaste, the
nostrils flaring. "And why the Digimon that live here are frightened of their
own shadows."
Ira continued on his, letting his palm rest on the pommel. The
war here didn't have anything to do with him and he had no intention of getting
swept up in it. If the citizens of the City of Machines were that cowardly,
than that was just as well for him – less distractions and that meant he'd most
likely have less trouble getting the job done than if there were mobbed. But
if this place is occupied by a faction, than they're probably going to have
patrols or something. And that wasn't good.
"Where exactly is the computer?" Ira threw his question
over his shoulder as they passed a smoldering junk pile – a pump was bobbing up
and down like a sad, crazed elephant as it rocked. It was probably a gas line
or something; occasionally it would belch oily black exhaust as it ascended and
descended.
"It's closer to the center of the City. Terminals of the
type you're looking for are rare here; there's generally two or three in major
cities. I'm certain that the closest one is near the main forge."
…Main forge?… Now why did that sound
familiar? It was ridiculous, of course; in the past missions, he'd never been
in this area. In fact, he was sure he hadn't ever been this far south before,
but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that refused to let the
notion die. Something wasn't right. But whatever it was, his mind decided
to go stubbornly blank on him now. A mental shrug. It wasn't a good time to be
thinking of that sort of weird crap. Better just to focus on the now and not
some past that kept running just out of his memories reach. The silver-haired
human gestured for the blue-skinned Digimon to continue as they left the
junkyard behind.
"My guess is that the Phoenix Armed Forces are occupying
this City." Aero Veedramon grunted as his wings scrapped against a blackened
brick wall. "The City of Machines is the primary industrial city in the
southern hemisphere of the Digital World, so, despite its appearances, it's a
vital location because of the things that are produced by the factories.
Weapons, that sort of thing."
They approached two young Agumon playing in the black dirt
– the Rookies fled at the sight of the two as soon as they took in the strange,
two-legged figure with the blazing ivory trench coat and the Ultimate Digimon
towering behind him. Ira continued straight ahead: warily, Aero Veedramon
followed, stepping over the abandoned rubber ball. The dragon-type felt uneasy
as he padded along, and reasonably so, he decided. After all, he was walking
right into a place where he was sure to be recruited or something. His gray
eyes looked up at the human ahead of him – like a beacon, the pristine trail
shone white against the dreary background of the City of Machines. Well, it was
a lot easier to follow that blaze blindly, instead of worrying about himself…
--
Fort Aleksandrea
The Elecmon puts a wet towel on Kana's forehead. She's been unconscious
for nearly forty minutes, Fal and Psymon having not moved from the side of the
bed since then.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine, just needs some rest," says Elecmon
with a smile. David turns away and walks outside, his jacket over his
shoulder.
I can't believe I'm really here... thinks David, watching a troop of
Digimon march past a distant bunker. The fort is surprisingly large, the
main building like some middle-eastern palace, looming over all of the other
buildings in the distance. David notices Akira walking up beside him.
"So..." he says, "What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. I've got to find some way home," David replies.
"I wish I could come with you," says Akira with a sigh, "I
wish..." David is about to respond when a Guilmon walks up to them
and salutes to Akira.
"Captain! General Panjyamon has asked to me to bring both you and
the Digital Khan to him!" says Guilmon.
"Wha-what?! General Panjyamon is HERE?!" yells Akira, turning
slightly pale.
"Um...who is this 'General Panjyamon'?" asks David, scratching the
back of his head.
"General Panjyamon is the Dragon Vanguard's greatest general, he's second
only to the Commander-in-Chief himself!" whispers Akira.
"Ah, I see. Do you know why he wants to see us?" asks David,
turning towards Guilmon.
"No, sir!" he replies. David sticks his head back into the
Hospital, glancing over by the others.
"I'll be right back, I have to do something," says David, but the
only response he gets is Serpentmon (he'd devolved) waving back at him with his
flipper. With a shrug, David turns back to Guilmon, following as the
Digimon leads him and Akira away.
--
The City of Machines
"Looks like they're preparing to change sentries."
Ira and Aero Veedramon were crouching down in the steamy shadows, the two
looking down at the jumbled mass of buildings below. The Ultimate did his best
to conceal his bulk as he hissed into the white-haired man's ear about the
situation, what was standard practice, and the like. For the most part, Ira was
silent, his gleaming violet eyes narrowed to crystal slivers, although he
occasionally would whisper a question back.
The dragon-type rumbled as he eyed the pair of Digimon down below.
They were Champion level - a Black Growlmon and an Akatorimon. He didn't relish
the idea of taking two of them on at once and he hoped that he'd guessed
correctly in regards to what actions his companion might take. It would make
more sense to sneak it. There's always a space between the switches when
there's no sentries. His teeth clicked together nervously as he glanced
irately at the black smoke drifting up from the forge.
"They're leaving," Ira said suddenly. Before Aero
Veedramon could say anything in reply, the young man began clambering down from
his perch, his white trenchcoat splaying out as he moved quickly. "Come
on."
Aero Veedramon followed obediently. It looked like he really
didn't have a choice.
--
Fort Aleksandrea
David and Akira are escorted into a large, ornately decorated room somewhere
within the palace. The only real furniture in the room is a large desk in
the middle along with a set of chairs. Large windows are set in the
walls, while to the right is a large door that opens onto what appears to be a
balcony. White curtains flutter inside on a light breeze as a Digimon
enters from that door.
Whoa... thinks David, unsure of what else to think. The Digimon is
a huge, white, lion-like humanoid standing well over seven feet tall. It
walks over David and Akira, motioning for Guilmon to leave, who does so and
closes the door behind him while the human and rookie stare up at the imposing
figure.
"Welcome to Fort Aleksandrea, Khan. I am Lieutenant General
Panjyamon of the Dragon Vanguard," he says with a smile.
"S-sir!" stutters Akira, saluting to Panjyamon.
"Uh...Hi," replies David, somewhat dumbfounded before shaking his
head to try and snap out of it, "Thank you for letting us stay here and
for helping my friend. My name is..."
"David Milliard, the great Digital Khan," says Panjyamon, cutting him
off and walking towards his desk, "I know exactly who you are, my friend.
And it is for this reason that I have asked to meet you. Please,
sit down." Panjyamon sits in the large chair behind his desk and
motions for David and Akira to sit in two smaller chairs in front.
"Okay," replies David, sitting down.
"David, I am going to skip all of the formalities and tell you straight
out: we need you," says Panjyamon, "We need your skills to help us
defeat the Phoenix Armed Forces."
"What...?" replies David, somewhat confused.
"What I'm saying is, it is the sincere wish of our Commander-in-Chief that
you join us. Together, your strategic skills and our military might, we
can easily defeat the Phoenix once and for all!" says Panjyamon loudly.
"Wait, are you asking me to become a commander? A REAL
commander?" asks David, surprised at the proposal.
"Yes," Panjyamon simply answers.
"I see," David says, "Then my answer is...NO!"
"What?!" yells Panjyamon, shocked at the response. The great
Digital Khan, a master strategy game player, turning down a chance at
commanding a REAL army?
"I see you've misinterpreted who I really am. I don't play strategy
games because I want to be real commander, a real soldier. In fact, in
reality, I am AGAINST fighting of ANY kind. War is pointless. If
given the chance to end all wars, and have none ever happen again, I would do
it," says David grimly, standing up and walking towards the exit,
"Come on, Akira." For a moment, Akira looks at David, then back
at Panjyamon, before getting up following the human.
"Then let me sweeten the deal," says Panjyamon as David reaches for
the doorknob, "If you help us defeat the Phoenix, I can guarantee that you
and your friends can return to your world."
"What?" says David, looking back at Panjyamon, "You know how to
send us home?"
"Of course. I'm sure if you ask your friend Serpentmon, he will
confirm what I've said. But, I will help you only if you help us,"
replies Panjyamon, "The deal is on the table, take it or leave it."
David looks at the Digimon, silently trying to decide whether or not he
is telling the truth or tricking him to stay and fight. He can't take the
chance that he's not lying, it's his ONLY chance at getting home.
"Fine, but I'm holding you responsible if anything happens to any of my
friends because of this," David answers, pointing at Panjyamon.
"No problem, I trust in your skills. It will be sunset soon, you and
your friends will join me and my officers for dinner, correct?" asks
Panjyamon.
"Sure, sir," David replies with a smirk, saluting quickly
before leaving.
--
Kana was resting up quite well, actually. She wasn't sick or
anything serious, just dried up. Fal decided to let her rest without too much
presence. He and Serpentmon wandered down the hallway of the great fort,
looking at the different Digimon passing by.
"You never told me you were a Colonel, Serpentmon." Fal spoke out,
"You told me stories of how you were once among the greatest leaders of
the Dragon Vanguard, but I never believed you. Sorry."
"Don't be." Serpentmon replied, "The only reason I stayed among
the high ranks was because I was the last Seadramon in the Digital World. The
others have been extinct for eons." he slithered down, looking around the
grandeur of the fort, "Yep, it's been a while..."
"Too long, my friend." a voice said from behind.
Serpentmon turned to meet up with Panjamon. At first, he only recognized him as
a white Leomon, until he noticed the deep cross-shaped scar that was on his
cheek. "Well, well, looks like you've been well, Panjamon. Your rank
hasn't spoiled your personality one bit?"
"Is that a way to talk to an old friend?" Panjamon held out his arm.
Serpentmon took it with his flipper and shook it indefinitely, with a smile on
his face. "Now that's better." Panjamon replied, with his own smile.
"However, the reason why I let you into the fort was to offer Fal
something."
"What do you mean?" Fal asked.
"How would you like to be among the commanding officers of the Dragon
Vanguard?" Panjamon asked.
"What?"
Serpentmon turned and slithered up to his partner, "I knew there was a
catch, Panjamon. Don't you already have the Digital Khan as a commander?"
"Him?" Panjamon shook his head, "The boy, David, has great
skill. However, we need all the commanders we can get, and it is my orders to
ask that you join the Dragon Vanguard as one of the key commanders." Panjamon
put his paw on Fal's shoulder; "We've seen your skills and tactics in
combat. Your skill is equal to that of the Digital Khan himself. That is why we
need you and David. He might have told you what you would get in return
already, a gateway home."
"Me? A commander?" Fal had to think hard on this one. His family life
at home wasn't all that great, but he did miss the open sea that faltered on
California. He would spend who knows how long developing tactics and battles
against the Phoenix Armed Forces that Serpentmon told him about, not much of a
tradeoff. Still, it was a tempting offer...
Serpentmon slapped him with his tale, "ARE YOU NUTS?" the oversized
dragon growled, "Take it from me, you don't want to be a commander of this
army. They'll sell you out in the end."
"And, if you do join, Fal, Serpentmon will be pardoned from the charges
against him." Panjamon added to the offer.
"In that case, I accept." Fal said.
"FAL!?" Serpentmon stood dumbfounded.
"Serpentmon, if it's to save you from the charges the Dragon Vanguard have
against you, then there is no greater worth to this." Fal told his
partner.
"You want to end up like me? How I was..."
"Don't start." Fal cut in, "I'm not doing this for the Dragon
Vanguard, I'm doing this for you. You should be thankful."
"I am, but I'm worried for your safety." Serpentmon spoke out. He
turned to Panjamon, "If he joins, then I'll rejoin." Now Fal was
amazed, "I will be his bodyguard, and second-in-command, if the need
arises." Fal couldn't help, but feel amazed. No one had ever made a step
for him like that before, not even his own family. It was heartwarming, that
someone actually cared for him.
"In that case, you both are in." Panjamon said, "Please follow
me, dinner will begin in a little while. Your friend Kana will be there as
well." he winked at Fal, who in turn, blushed, "However, Fal, first
you must change clothing."
"Huh? Why?" Fal asked.
"You are a member of the Dragon Vanguard now, right? I believe it is a
tradition that humans wear uniforms when they join an army. Though we Digimon
do not always wear these things, I find that the uniform would look better than
what you are already wearing." he pointed to the now tattered Hawaiian
shirt and bathing suit.
"I see what you mean..." Fal shrugged, with Serpentmon at his side,
he and followed Panjamon down toward the changing room.
--
Naha, Okinawa
The Lancer speed noisily down the road, and finally came to a
screeching halt in front of a rustic little shop. It's the local
anime/videogame specialty store; Kouyuu likes to visit it everyday. He's been
going since he was around ten when he first started coming, and now he's
sixteen, six years.
Kouyuu slowly got out of his car, and trotted into the small store with his
head hung low and his hands stuffed in his pockets. As he entered he was
greeted by a few of the customers and employees. He knew all of them by heart.
As they welcomed him a warm sensation spread throughout his body. This was his
solace in life, his way of healing wounds.
"About time you got here, man!" Said one of the younger boys who was currently
seated on the counter playing on a small hand held console.
"Really, you're normally here a lot earlier. Is something wrong? OH… I get it.
You were with a girl weren't you?" Said a young man standing behind the
counter.
"You could say that." Kouyuu muttered taking a seat on the counter next to
Shojiro, the young boy who had commented earlier.
"Oh… You mean Aki?" Dayu, the young man behind the counter, questioned as he
sat back in his chair.
"How can you live with her?" Dayu asked, slightly annoyed at the thought of
Akiko.
"You just have to learn to fight back, and not to let her push you around. If
you do, then you're her slaver forever." Kouyuu muttered looking over Shojiro's
shoulder to see what he was doing.
"Is that right? Well I don't care she still scares me. I fear for my life when
I'm around her." Dayu muttered crossing his arms, and walking off to one of the
storage closets to get a broom.
"Heh, I guess those two will never get along." Kouyuu smiled.
"What the…!? Hey guys come look at this!" Yelled Dayu from the closet in a
panic, almost choking on his words.
Shojiro, Kouyuu, and a few others rushed to the see what all this was about.
Once they had all crammed there way into the small room, Dayu stood frozen
pointing to a odd watch-looking thing, with a bright light shooting out from
it.
"What do you think it is?"
"You think I know, you idiot!"
"Looks like a watch…"
Shojiro kneeled over the small device, and poked it a couple of times with his
finger.
"Doesn't seem too dangerous, Dayu." Shojiro commented, sarcastically to Dayu. A
smirk stretched across his face.
"I'm not scared of it!" Dayu replied in a smug tone, and again crossing his
arms.
Kouyuu slowly put his hand out and grasped the small object. He examined it and
then looked into the light being emitted by the device.
"Well, it seems to be some sort of…" A blinding flash lights up the room, and
fades with Kouyuu gone from the room.
"Hey where'd he go?" Dayu looks around the room and soon the others do the
same, but no sign of Kouyuu remains. Shojiro then notices that the device is
also gone.
???
"Kouyuu…"
"It-it's the shadow! The shadow from my dream! But, is this… a dream?"
"What are you?!"
There is another bright flash followed by a loud splash.
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[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 7 Cast (In Order of Arrangement)
Fal Micheals . . . . . . . . . . . . Anubis
Serpentmon
Aerodramon
Ira Caraway . . . . . . . . . . . Camille Bidan
AeroVeedramon
David Milliard . . . . . . . . . . Pkmatrix
Veemon Akira
Elecmon
Guilmon
Panjyamon
Kana Stone . . . . . . . . . . . . Renee Aarons
Psymon
Kouyuu Fukushima . . . . . . . Corey
Shojiro
Dayu