Digimon Neo Wars

[GenzoTheHarpist]

I figured it was time for me to stop just making fun of people's fanfics, and actually try and do better myself.

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

Jacob watched from the side of a hill as his digimon, a fierce warrior, a combination of a lion and a man wearing a long army jacket draped over its shoulders, let loose a powerful fist with a yell of “Flash Bantyo Punch!” The blow struck a huge monster with the appearance of a seven legged spider, a sword piercing each of its leg and a crown of light atop each sword.

 

“This is the end for you, Ogudomon!” Jacob yelled towards the dark monstrosity. Five other digimon surrounded the monster, each accompanied by a child of their own. “Everyone, attack and finish him off!”

 

“You don’t have to tell me that!” a giant red dragon, Examon, responded as he yelled “Pendragon’s Glory!”, taking a huge lance in his hand and firing a great beam of energy from it, piercing straight through Ogudomon, who fell to the ground.

 

“Arrow of Apollo!” Apollomon, an armored digimon with a long mane of blond, burning hair, body completely engulfed in flames said, as he fired thousands of flaming arrows, igniting the spider digimon as well.

 

As he was attacked by the other digimon as well, Ogudomon felt himself beginning to rend apart. He looked at Jacob, and with a voice of pure malice said “You shall pay for this, tamers! I will return, without fail, and next time your entrails will be worn round my neck as jewelry forever!”

 

Jacob looked back on the digimon as it quickly began to disintegrate. It looked so pathetic, the digimon that had called itself the lord of all demons, burning and dying before humans. Not having a retort to its threat, Jacob simply jumped down and spit on it.

 

. . .

 

General Maynard was sitting at his desk, as he looked at the paperwork before him and asked himself where he was in life. By now he was over 60, rapidly balding, and he could tell that his career was reaching its end. Fiddling with a medal on his jacket, he looked over the papers again. Plans to move expeditions of humans into a new, fertile world, seemingly located in a different dimension. It had a strange connection with the fabric of the internet, but no scientist had been able to explain how one of them related to the other.

 

He heard his door handle creaking, and the door swung open without so much as a knock first. A boy, who didn’t seem like he could be any older than 18, wandered in. He wore a white shirt and a loose leather jacket over black jeans, and had hair that went a bit past his shoulder, black, free, and disheveled. The general was baffled how such a ruffian had gotten into such a secure institution. The boy sat in the chair on the other side of the desk, and reclined, resting his feat on the desk and papers in front of him and putting his arms behind his head.

 

Maynard picked up his intercom, about to call security, but the boy said “Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you…”, and the general heard growling. A huge monster had appeared behind the boy; it walked like a man but had the fur and features of a lion, wearing a large jacket. It looked menacingly at the general, who immediately put down the line in fright.

 

“So,” the boy said, “I’ve heard that you boys have been planning a little expedition to the digital world, is that right? I suppose you’d need an expert on the area to help guide you. The name’s Jacob. You may have heard of me.”

 

The general was in shock. He had heard that of the six children who first discovered this world, there was one named Jacob among them. But from what he had heard, Jacob was a great hero, not the punk who sat here before him. Not knowing what to say, the general just nodded nervously.

 

Jacob continued on, “There are a whole lot of powerful, dangerous monsters out there. None of you military fools would be able to survive a day, much less a layman. I survived there for a year, against the worst that world had to offer. The secret is this thing,” he said as he held up a small metal device with a screen and a few buttons, “it’s a digivice. I never was able to figure out how this thing works, but it can help someone control a digimon; if their will is strong enough, that is. So what do you say, general? If you make sure I can be in charge of the transfer expedition, I can help your scientists make a whole lot more of these.”

 

Maynard didn’t know what to do. Here he was, one of the most powerful men in the country, being completely pushed around by someone who didn’t even look like they were of drinking age yet. He was about to refuse, but one more growl and fierce look from BantyoLeomon made him reconsider. “Yes sir, Jacob. I’ll file the paperwork right away.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter one and the story proper will start as soon as I can finish it, not too much longer.

[GenzoTheHarpist]

Man, this thread got the plague? I'd like to think it's better than some of the stuff I see getting a lot of responses...

[The Warden]

I'll give you a response. I have no idea how Ogudomon got beaten by someone who is as arrogant as the Digimon Emporer was. Heroes don't normally go around spitting on corpses.

[GenzoTheHarpist]

Jacob's not the hero of the story. That's just background.

[The Warden]

That makes it even worse.

[GenzoTheHarpist]

It's even worse that a character who isn't a hero is arrogant? I don't see what kind of sense that makes.

[The Warden]

Well, from what I can understand, you need to be devoid of all malice to even hurt Ogudomon. So basically, you need ot be Jesus to beat him.

[GenzoTheHarpist]

Well his bio says that a digimon with malice will have it's power offset. Well one, that's talking about the digimon not the human, but also... it's just a statement. Daemon's bio says he's the strongest mega, which is obviously not true. Lucemon Shadow Lord's says that he can negate any attack, which has been proven false in the actual show. So I don't think I should be bound to follow things bios state to the word.

[The Warden]

Yeah, except that Ogudomon is the anti-christ.

[GenzoTheHarpist]

OK, now you're just being silly.

 

Probably won't have the next bit up for a few days because i'll be in transit to Texas.

[The Warden]

I'm just saying it is kinda pathetic that he died so easily.