Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3
Opening Files: Denver, Colorado
Denver, Colorado is considered the 'GrimmFall of the West' because of how close it is to the Darklands, and because of its advanced technology that is installed in each of its defenses. While many might think the citizens and other people are crazy for living so close to the Darklands, in truth, the city's inhabitants are far from crazy. In fact, it's normal for them to see Grimm creeping around outside the city's defenses, but never breaching them.
Unlike most other cities of notable repute, Denver lacks a Huntsman Academy, only relying on what is considered their personal army, the City Guard. However, while the City Guard is considered an army for the city, it is in reality a militia that is made up of experienced National Guard members and recruits. The City Guard is known for taking down a Nevermore in defense of the city, albeit with help from Joseph 'Dracon' Matthews. This battle was also when he gained the moniker of 'Dragon of Denver', due to wiping out so many Grimm and the Nevermore itself.
However, despite these battles being victories, the Darklands still threaten the city itself.
"Defending someplace or someone is what soldiers, and even civilians, can do if they are driven, or trained, to do so." TOM said as he closed the Denver file. Pressing a button on his left armrest, the screen showed the group of soldiers from a few chapters ago, all wearing the uniforms of their respective nations, but with that same golden patch seen several times before. "These soldiers all fight for different nations, and yet they all have the same symbol, showing they are a united unit."
TOM then looked at the camera. "If not for them, wars in their home could have gotten far worse and out of hand." He then leaned back and folded his hands in front of his lower face. "If you're a soldier, will you defend your home and those you love? Or what about if you are a civilian? Will you rush in to aid others despite not having the training of your military counterpart? Or will you sit on the sidelines and just let that person suffer? Your actions may mark you as either a hero, or a coward."
GrimmFall
Lowemon and Kazemon were now relaxing in the main common room of the Justice Friends HQ, their new friends around them as well. Valhallen was playing a song on his ax while Tiki Torch was playing around with his weapon, Lowemon himself just listening to the song the God of Rock was playing. It was quite catchy too. Kazemon was talking with Miss Spell about girl things as well as how they were the only females on their respective teams.
In fact, the discussion between the two females was quite interesting. "So, you can manipulate the element of Wind?" Miss Spell asked as Kazemon nodded.
"Yep. That's why I'm called the Warrior of Wind." The Digimon confirmed. "In fact, all of my friends can do the same, just with different elements."
Miss Spell whistled at that. "Wow. Then you guys are like the Elementals, just with the actual elements instead of the building blocks of life." She mused as Kazemon giggled a bit.
"Something like that." She admitted. The sound of Krunk's giggling made her look back apprehensively, something that didn't escape Miss Spell's notice.
"Something wrong?" The only female Justice Friend asked as Kazemon shuddered at the thought of Krunk trying to claim her.
The Digimon perked up and shook her head. "Nothing's wrong." Kazemon replied, albeit too quickly and Miss Spell put a hand on her shoulder.
"Does it have to do with Krunk?" She asked as the Warrior of Wind bit her lower lip before nodding. "And what is wrong?" Miss Spell pressed before the Digimon sighed.
"He...he's infatuated with me." Kazemon finally admitted. "Because...because of my...my looks..."
Miss Spell felt a bit of sympathy for the Legendary Warrior. "Hey, he won't hurt you." She assured the Digimon, but it did little good in the long run. Kazemon just seemed to withdraw into herself a bit, which Miss Spell didn't like seeing. "Is something about that bothering you?"
"I...I don't like him looking at me like I am just a pretty face..." Kazemon finally admitted. "I'm a very powerful individual where I come from, and most enemies don't see me as a pretty thing to win over or underestimate." She sighed. "So to be seen as such is...unnerving to say the least."
Miss Spell frowned here. "Then you just have to show how strong you are."
"I tried." Kazemon whispered. "But I can't hold my own against Major Glory in our spar, and he said I had to increase my attack power if I was to survive on my own..."
Miss Spell blinked. "So?" She questioned. "That's just his way of making sure you don't get hurt."
"But that's just it!" Kazemon blurted at last. "My friends and I always watched each other's backs! And when we fought alone, I could handle myself just fine!" She exclaimed. "So why is it that here I can't, even after training for quite some time?!"
The female Justice Friend hated seeing the Digimon so distraught, but there wasn't much she could do to help. "I don't know what to say other than you just need to find a way to fight that you feel comfortable with." She said helplessly.
Kazemon sighed as she hung her head.
Dimension O-000
While things were moving along with normal life, there was a tense unease about the inhabitants. With the wormholes above them becoming more and more well-known, the fact that someone was trying to breach their dimensional jamming technology was becoming more and more pronounced.
A young man with brown hair and dark blue eyes sat in the office of the base he ran, located in one of the many hourglass shaped space colonies in orbit around the planet below. As the leader of the most famous and elite unit in the planet's sphere of influence, he had a duty to protect the place he called home. And his unit would be at the forefront of that very effort.
His unit's actions in the past wars were not just stories. No, they were far more than just that, for they were real. Yes, his unit was indeed famous, but also strong, strong enough to take out any threat that came their way. However, that last part was only achieved through observing and learning about each new enemy; if his unit had to lose over and over again to gain information, then they would let themselves be beaten around until they had all the information they needed to win.
Just then, the alarm sounded as a crackling wormhole opened in the planet's orbit again, but as before, no one was within range of it. While predicting where the wormholes would appear was somewhat accurate, the estimations were often only 45% right. So for the time being, all spacecraft were grounded or stuck in the colonies until the wormhole phenomenon died down. Or if someone had to get to the planet or colonies, they used ferry spacecraft, which traveled well outside where the wormholes had been appearing.
"So, another one appeared." The man mused. His Admiral rank stood out on his uniform. "Let's see what happens with this one."
Watching the wormhole, the Admiral frowned as it seemed to pulse and grow before shrinking down again. However, as it did, he noticed something odd. The thing seemed to be stabilizing, which, with the dimensional wave jammers active, should be impossible. However, the wormhole then collapsed in on itself again. The Admiral didn't like what he had just witnessed.
Turning to face his computer, the Admiral then began to compose an email with his observations and findings to the planetary leader. "Wormhole 29 opened at point Yellow-Delta-3. Showed signs of usual growth and shrinkage, only to stabilize for a brief moment, 30 seconds maximum, 20 seconds minimum. Upon apparent stabilization, promptly collapsed and closed in on itself." The Admiral said as he typed. "Suspicions of breach growing imminent. Suggested course of action: mobilize all ships and Mobile Suits for inevitable breach. Best to prepare for worst while hoping for best."
He then hit the 'send' button, and the email was off. Leaning back in his chair, the Admiral looked out at where the wormhole had once been. The breach was coming soon...
Denver, Colorado
Agunimon narrowed his blue eyes as he moved his knife around the door's lock, hoping to hear the one sound he had been aiming to catch for the last hour and a half. As it was, he had ten minutes left before he failed this test. Of course, the blade was not able to get in very far, and that only compounded the issue. Finally, he gave up, pulling the knife out and closing it up. Looking around, he frowned to himself before he saw the window. Walking over, the Warrior of Flame peered out. While it was grimy, he could see the outside. The Digimon frowned to himself again before he backed up and ran.
He jumped, putting his arms in front of his face to protect it from flying glass shards once he impacted the window. Thanks to his armor protecting his arms, the glass shards were also deflected around his form as the glass of the window shattered. Outside now, Agunmon landed on the ground, rolling with the forward momentum of his jump and coming to rest on his side once he landed on the ground. Looking back at where he had jumped out from his spot on the ground, the Digimon could see here was no way Dracon could miss that sound. He grunted as he got to his feet, taking off for the woods, and his trap.
Sure enough, when Dracon came in, all he saw was the wire on the ground, and a broken window, which signified Agunimon had indeed escaped. While the Gundam was impressed, he had also not expected this. He ran to the window, peering outside. There were glass shards on the ground in the grass, and he could see the Warrior of Flame's footprints headed into the brush. Grabbing the wire again, the Dragon of Denver made to follow the warrior into the brush.
Running through the brush, Agunimon knew he had to find some way to throw Dracon off so he didn't get caught again. He reached his small 'campsite' if it could be called that, and came to a stop, kneeling down and reaching for a part of his armor. Panting, the Digimon removed the knives before he began to remove one of his foot guards. He knew he didn't have much time if he wanted to get the drop on Dracon, so he had to work fast if he wanted to make it look realistic.
With Dracon, he was looking and following the Warrior of Flame's footprints. He did this for a few more minutes before he came across what looked like a campsite that was set up. A tarp, the same one he had given Agunimon, was set up as a tent, and a fire was going. He could also clearly see the warrior's armor-covered foot and leg
A mental smirk crossed into his processor as he crept forwards, wire in hand, and jumped. He landed on the form beneath the tarp tent, only for the tent to collapse under his weight. Dracon yelped at the sudden loss of support, landing on the form beneath the tent. For a moment, Dracon feared he had injured or killed the Warrior of Flame, but when he lifted up the tarp, he was not met with a gruesome mess below, but instead just a pile of armor. His optics flared briefly before he stood up and looked around. Dracon could see no sign of Agunimon anywhere. True, he had blonde hair, so that would have been a giveaway until a thought crossed Dracon's processor. 'Wait...what if he covered his hair in dirt?!' The mech thought in realization. It seemed to be possible...
His glowing violet gaze crept over the area, but there was no sign of the Warrior of Flame. A low growl escaped Dracon as he walked forwards, but then he yelped as his foot was caught in something. He was yanked high into the air, only to come to a halt, swaying above the ground with his hands just barely three inches above it. Dracon looked at his foot in surprise and confusion, only to see a snare of all things around his left foot. Pulling his body upwards, the Gundam eyed the snare, only to see it was merely rope. Dracon gave a mental snort before he realized that rope would break under his weight. Looking at the snare even closer, the Dragon of Denver was surprised to see the rope was actually wound around a cable of all things! 'Well, that would explain how it could support my weight...' Dracon mused to himself as he pulled a beam saber and sliced through the rope and cable snare. He landed on the ground. "Nice try!" Dracon called, but there was no response.
The Gundam walked further from the campsite, only for another snare to catch him, with his right foot this time. Once more in the air and off the ground. Dracon groaned before he saw something out of the corner of his vision. It was faint, but it was indeed there; a glint of metal gleamed in the brush. Dracon, holding the wire, threw it at the brush, only for the glint to be revealed to be a shard of glass. Dracon was perplexed until something was pressed against his metal throat. He froze, turning his head ever so slightly. There, behind him, knelt Agunimon. True to Dracon's suspicions, he had indeed covered his blonde hair with dirt and mud, and without his armor, clad only in his black bodysuit, he had been almost impossible to see. Dracon mentally smirked at this sudden turn of events. "Not bad..." He said. "You actually had me fooled for a moment there with the campsite."
Agunimon didn't say a word, but removed the knife from Dracon's throat. "...…"
Dracon then spoke again. "However, that won't fool everyone." He said as he then punched the Digimon in the chest. Agunimon gasped as he felt his chest searing with pain. He was sure Dracon had broken at least one of his ribs. He landed on the ground, clutching at his chest. It hurt to even breathe now, he realized. Dracon reached up and cut the snare around his foot with a swing of his beam saber, landing on the ground once that was done. However, instead of capturing the Warrior of Flame again, Dracon held out his hand to the warrior.
The Digimon eyed his hand warily before reaching out and taking it. Dracon pulled Agunimon to his feet and nodded in an approving manner. "That was a very good training run." He praised. "Not many can escape the prisoner situation without doing it in three runs."
"Glad you...are impressed..." Agunimon grunted, panting with each breath he took. His broken rib(s) still hurt whenever he breathed. Dracon noticed that and frowned to himself.
"Let's get back to the city. We need to get you checked out to make sure you aren't seriously hurt." The mech said. A glance over the warrior's form revealed another issue too. "...And get you cleaned up..."
Looking himself over, Agunimon had to admit, Dracon had a point. He was filthy after hiding in the brush without his armor, not to mention the mud and dirt in his hair had to be cleaned out as well.
Dracon gathered up the warrior's armor, allowing him to put it on before they made their way back to the city.
Mystery Machine
Omnimon was looking outside as rain fell around the van, Shannon driving again as usual. Things had gone well for Shannon unlocking her Aura, so now only time seemed to hold her Semblance's manifestation back. Despite not finding her Semblance right away, Shannon was quite happy to have her Aura alone.
The Royal Knight frowned to himself mentally as he thought about his friend Gallantmon. Shannon noticed his silence and spoke up. "Is everything alright?"
"Hmm?" Omnimon looked over at her. "Oh. Yes, things are fine." He assured her. But the look on her face said she didn't believe him.
Sighing, the Digimon looked back out the window at the rain again. "I was thinking about my friend."
"Care to explain to me a bit about him?" Shannon asked. Seeing the Royal Knight's confused look, she laughed. "C'mon! You've mentioned him to me, and yet I know next to nothing about him."
Sighing, Omnimon decided to oblige to her request. "Well, since you and Daphne told me about Fred, I suppose it's only fair." He admitted before he looked back out the window again.
Shannon waited patiently before the Royal Knight spoke. "My friend is a Royal Knight, just like me." He began as the rain continued to fall. "His name is Gallantmon, and he is considered one of the best of the best."
"Just like you?" Shannon teased as the Digimon snorted in amusement.
"Not quite." Omnimon joked before it faded. "I am the Second-in-Command of the Royal Knights. Gallantmon is considered one of the strongest though, as well as one of the most humble and is often one of the first to respond to danger too."
Shannon whistled. "Sounds like quite the guy."
"He is." Omnimon confirmed. "Despite being a virus-type Digimon, Gallantmon is also one of the most honorable foes out there. He will never attack an innocent, and will often avoid fighting dirty if he can help it; although we are a chivalrous group, we do have to regrettably resort to dirty tactics to win sometimes." He then returned to the topic at hand. "Anyway, Gallantmon will refuse to fight dirty, and typically looks down upon those who do. Unless there are extraordinary circumstances behind such actions, he will refuse to fight those Digimon or individuals."
"Wow." Shannon breathed. "What does he look like?"
Omnimon chuckled here. "Unlike me, Gallantmon actually looks the part of a Royal Knight." He said with amusement in his voice. "His cape is all red, not with a white exterior like mine. His armor is silver with accents of red and gold, and he has amber eyes. The only black part of him is the symbol on his chest plate. Even his helmet is shaped like that of a knight's. For his weapons, he has a lance that is silver with red and gold accents along the bottom, and his shield is silver with red accents and gold accents as well."
Shannon smiled. "He certainly sounds like he looks the part of a shining knight." She joked as Omnimon busted out laughing.
"True, true." He admitted. "And he certainly acts the part too."
The two laughed again as they continued on their journey towards GrimmFall.
Omnimon then went silent and looked out the window again. "I just hope he is alright out there."
Shannon smiled. "If he is as strong as you are, then I have no doubt he is."
"I hope you're right..." Omnimon murmured. He had no idea just how wrong Shannon was about his friend's fate...
Denver, Colorado
Dracon and Agunimon got checked out by the medical staff in Denver, only to find the latter of the two did indeed have a not broken, but cracked, rib, two to be exact, and the doctor who had found that had given the Dragon of Denver strict orders to not train the Warrior of Flame in combat for the next few weeks while his ribs healed. Now back at Dracon's home, it was an hour later when the Digimon came out of the shower, wearing some of Hunter's old clothes that he had left behind on accident. Instead of his black bodysuit, which was being washed by Tina Matthews, Dracon's wife, the Warrior of Flame wore a red T-shirt and some black jeans that had a hole in the left knee. Dracon nodded in approval of the new outfit. "Not bad for a temporary look." He said with a mental grin, which earned him a glare in response.
"Says the one who gave me two cracked ribs..." Agunimon snapped back before he winced and held his chest due to the pain of his cracked ribs with the sudden retort.
"Yeah...I'm sorry about that..." Dracon said as he trailed off, rubbing the back of his helm in embarrassment or sheepishly. It was most likely a combination of the two, and if he did that, then the mech was being sincere in his apology. Agunimon gave him a look before sighing, except another wince escaped him again as he sat down on the couch in the family room.
Dracon noticed the red areas around his wrists and frowned to himself. Those looked like burn marks...! 'Oh no...he didn't!' Dracon thought before he went into the bathroom and pulled out a medical kit. He came back and sat next to Agunimon. "Give me your hand." He instructed. The warrior looked at him in confusion and wariness before the Gundam spoke again. "I said, give me your hand."
"Why?" Agunimon asked as he narrowed his blue eyes slightly. Dracon groaned in exasperation.
"Because you wrist is red." The mech replied. I would like to make sure those are not serious injuries."
The Warrior of Flame seemed to wince slightly at the memory of said red marks, which was an indication to Dracon that those were indeed burns of some kind. Still, he handed the mech his left hand, Dracon looking it over as soon as he had it.
Sure enough, he could see there were indeed severe burns on Agunimon's wrist. The mech stared at them before speaking. "What did you do?!" He asked as he looked at the warrior directly.
Agunimon looked hesitant to speak, but his face said it all. Dracon groaned at the look on the Warrior of Flame's face. "I can't believe you did something so stupid..."
"Don't remind me..." Agunimon muttered as Dracon reached for the medical kit.
"Well, if you're lucky, these won't scar. But I can't guarantee that. Most likely, you will have scars on your wrists from that stunt." Dracon said sternly as he began to pull medical supplies from the container.
With that said, he pulled out some antiseptic and rubbing alcohol as well as a few burn pads and gauze as well as medical tape. "Now, this will hurt, but if we want those to heal correctly, they need to be cleaned and treated." Dracon warned as Agunimon looked at him nervously, but nodded.
Dracon made sure to clean the burns with the antiseptic and rubbing alcohol, which felt like getting burned all over again to the warrior. But Agunimon didn't pull away like the Dragon of Denver expected. Once the burns were cleaned, the mech then proceeded to wrap the banadages around his burns. After doing the same to his right hand, Dracon sighed.
"Well, that should do it." He said as he put the last of the medical supplies into the container again. Looking back at Agunimon, Dracon continued. "But as I said, that was a very stupid thing to do."
The warrior nodded tiredly. "Yeah...I guess it was..." Agunimon agreed before he wound up passing out from the exhaustion that had now caught up with him.
Dracon sighed. Hopefully the warrior learned a lesson from that...
San Diego
Things seemed to be fine in the city for many, including the two Digimon now taking refuge there. Safe to say, nothing remained safe for very long...
Bugs went over some account statements, not that the resort ever went into the red anyway. Still, it was needed, so he did such as required by law. Daffy was working with the two Digimon on studying the Grimm as well as the Fallen, and both seemed to be getting the gist of how to fight against the two foes easily.
Of course, none of the foursome were aware of the Fallen lurking outside the resort grounds. Granny sneered as she eyed the lit-up complex. Soon, she would be getting her revenge on those two Mobians and their guests. Soon indeed...
Agunimon's training with Dracon is called to a halt with his subsequent injury to his chest while Kazemon talks to Miss Spell as Omnimon explains about his comrade to Shannon just as the new universe prepares for the breach that is coming in the near future as Granny plots another attack on the Duck's Burrow resort. What will happen next? Read on to find out~! :3