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Robes, Rings, and Files
888
Bronislaw Poruchitev was a gruff man. He was sitting in the presidential palace in Zagreb. He turned to the window. The sun was shining softly on the streets of the city.
"It is days like this that it almost seems like the world is perfect," said Bronislaw to himself quietly.
"But it isn't..." whispered a voice behind Bronislaw. The man jumped and turned. A figure in robes was standing in the middle of his office.
"Who are you!" growled Bronislaw. He pressed the button on the bottom of his desk.
"President Poruchitev..." tsked the figure quietly. He lifted his hand. The little button machine exploded. "Your security would not be able to stop me from killing you anyways..."
"Then do it..." growled the president.
"Heh, just like a human, worried about their pathetic lives..." the figure moved forward. "No, instead of killing you, I bring you a message from Lord Zhuqiaomon..."
Poruchitev looked at the figure quietly. "Zhuqiaomon? I am unfamiliar with that name..."
"He is the Harmonious One of the south," explained the figure quietly. "He is not in line with Azulongmon...he does not like trickery and bribery...and also finds a dislike in humanity..."
"Then why send..." Poruchitev started but the figure looked up at him. Under the hood two flashes of sapphire cut through the darkness.
"He dislikes trickery and bribery more than he dislikes humanity..." the figure cut off Poruchitev. "As such he finds the way Azulongmon has played you ever so subtly, disgusting...don't you ever wonder why only the United States and Japan get all the digimon technology?"
"Why are you asking?" growled Poruchitev.
"Azulongmon is giving them plenty of technology..." said the figure quietly. A whirlpool of light formed next to figure. It showed an image of American airplanes with cannons that Poruchitev had seen on certain digimon. "Then he will have them strike the weak nations...and will use the Americans and Japanese as puppet governments so he can control both worlds..."
"No," Bronislaw growled. He put his fist down. "I don't believe you..."
"You needn't believe me..." said the figure. He took a step forward and laid a file on the president's desk.
"What is this?" Bronislaw looked at the file.
"A gift from a friend..." said the figure quietly. "The only way to stop this is to train your children's digimon to get stronger, and destroy the American weapons before they are turned against you..."
"No," said Bronislaw. His eyes narrowed. "It would be impossible, The Digital Commission would notice and stop it immediately..."
"Not impossible..." the figure slid a ring onto the table. "This will allow you and your allies to gather your children and their digimon into a small bubble universe, which is temporally asynchronized from this one...free of the Digital Commission's eyes and it will purchase you time by the mere fact that time passes faster in the bubble universe... Azulongmon has given the United States and its allies similar technology to evade the eyes of the Commission."
Bronislaw couldn't believe this mysterious figure, but here it was on paper, pictures, reports, memos. He looked at the ring. He looked up at the figure. Its blue eyes shone softly. Before Bronislaw new it, a green amulet was flashed in front of him. He felt a burning sensation building in his heart. Flashes of anger swept through his body.
"We will not allow these lies to continue!" growled Bronislaw. He wrote something down and picked up a phone, "This is President Poruchitev, get my secretary of defense in here now!"
The eyes of the figure twinkled with glee, "I wish you luck...president...I must go to the other smaller nations to...warn them."
"Won't you stay?" asked Bronislaw.
"Lord Zhuqiaomon wishes to keep his beak clean of this..." said the figure. Bronislaw looked down at the file and sighed. He lifted his head but the figure was gone.
888
President Townsend looked up at the figure in the sackcloth robes. It had disabled his Secret Service, putting them in a catatonic state. He had warned him of the proliferation of Digimon Technology. The figure handed him pictures of a number of Eastern European, Western Asian and African Nations gathering their children and digimon into special training camps.
"You expect me to believe this?" asked Townsend aggressively. He looked through the files. "I have not heard any of this...until now..."
"You do not have the eyes and ears of a Harmonious One on your side," replied the figure quietly.
"And you expect me to believe Zhuqiaomon?" asked the president angrily. "A digimon who has all but called humans the scum of both worlds, do you think I would trust him!?"
"I do..." replied the figure. "You are a man that does not like to be behind the times...in your brief time in contact with the Digital World you have pressed forward with Digimon technology. You can over come these enemies. I shall provide you with special technology to nullify the Digimon from combat. All that you have received from Azulongmon is a phantom, a shadow of the true power....he is playing you, for he has become...ambitious. He will rise up against you. Without these weapons you can not protect your world...you will be unable to protect your nation. You will see, Mr. Townsend. You will wish for these weapons in the future..."
"No I will not..." growled the president. "I refuse you...stranger..."
"Tis a pity..." said the figure. He flicked his hand up. A swirl of light formed. An image formed, "for as we speak your allies are meeting the wrath of your enemies upon the battle field." The image showed Moscow. A large twisting lizard with metallic wings and large metallic claws was lobbing blasts of energy at the Kremlin. Soviet fighters tried to pelt the dragon uselessly.
"What is this?" growled the man behind the desk, "Why haven't I heard of this..?"
"The digimon's electromagnetic signature and the signature of the dimensional port are dampening all electromagnetic signatures," explained the figure. "No transmissions in or out, I'm afraid. Leaves you at a disadvantage old man, sneak attacks without anyway of reporting them... By the time you reach battles the cities will be rubble, not that you could start to destroy Megadramon or any other digimon like him, with your current weapons...but with some minor adjustments as I have specified with the files that Zhuqiaomon has sent me...add some magnetic pulse weapons...you should be victorious..."
"Is this a rouse?" growled the president quietly.
"I would not think the Russian people in Moscow would enjoy your skepticism, Mr. Townsend," said the figure quietly. The figure walked forward and laid a golden ring on the desk. "It is a portal generator to a bubble universe that is temporally asynchronized to your own; it will allow you to build your defensive arsenal and access the Digital World; without that pesky Commission sticking their nose into things and it will also allow you to cheat time..." The figure stepped back. "I wish you the best of luck. I must return to lord Zhuqiaomon..." The figure started and turned slowly... "I would be very worried about Azulongmon...he will not like you interfering with your new weapons. He may strike at anytime after you use your weapons," his eyes flicked up and seemed to pulse sapphire. "I suggest you strike first...before it is too late..."
"Zhuqiaomon, would never allow it..." growled the President.
"Zhuqiaomon will allow it as long as you do not strike his quadrant," said the figure and with that he was out of the office. The president ran to the door but the figure was gone.
"Mr. President?" one of his agents spoke, "how'd I get in here...?"
"Never mind that, get Julian, I feel we may be seeing rough waters ahead," said the president quietly.
888
The figure stood on the port entrance. The guards and the costumers were all entranced by now. He smiled. He lifted a transmitter. "Megadramon, break off attack factor A; return to the Digital World...I've set up a port..."
The voice on the other end of the transmission growled in understanding. The figure smiled and walked through one of the opened digi-ports.
"Now to set up a little fun for the Harmonious Ones..." chuckled the figure quietly as his body faded into the portal.
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AN: Things are building up. The figure is drawing a wedge. And what has he got in store for the Harmonious Ones...