Digimon Adventure ND

[legendhiro]

[center]Not too long ago, I posted a Digimon fanfic, Digimon ND, that I have been working on since I was a kid. The gender balance is off among my characters because my female cousins and my sister all insisted that I name characters after them, the story flow is a little choppy, and my writing style has evolved more times than the Digimon that the story depicts, but it somehow still turned out alright. But, because I was so young when the story was first written, I have come up with many new ideas since then. Ideas that were never included in the original posts. I recently decided to re-post my fic from the beginning, incorporating these ideas for the first time. The changes, overall, will be few, but noticeable enough to enrich the story. I welcome new readers and old alike on this journey to my version of a classic Digital World. I do not, however, welcome Digimon haters who only want someone to flame.

This story, like the original version, takes place in the same time-line as the first two seasons of Digimon, Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02, but incorporates some elements of others. It is pretty fast paced, so get ready for a bumpy ride! Welcome to...

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New chapters will be posted in pairs at weekly intervals. The original version can be found [url=http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/topic/79422-digimon-nd-book-3-shadowempressmons-evil-game-chapters-ten-and-eleven-are-up/]here[/url]. Enjoy![/center]





[Spoiler=Chapter One]

Introduction


Four Years Ago…

“What’s going on?” I asked my cousin Jenifer (or Jen for short). My sister Sarah, my cousins Jen and Kristin (Dad’s brother’s daughters), my cousin Amanda (Dad’s sister’s daughter), and I were over at my Uncle’s house in his basement when Jen called us all over to the computer. Sarah, Amanda, and I ran over to look at the monitor. Kristin watched from her place on the couch against the opposite wall, though she seemed less interested in the images that danced across the screen.

“Something’s happening on the net!” said Jen, “something weird! Look!” She pushed her long unruly brown hair out of her face and pointed at the video feed of several creatures doing battle.

“What are those things?” Sarah asked. Her curly blond hair was hanging messily over her intense blue eyes. Again. Even though we are siblings, my brown hair and eyes made us look as though we were completely unrelated.

“There’s a message about it spreading out along the net.” Jen replied. “Apparently they’re called Digimon, digital life forms! The blue one is MetalGarurumon, and the orange one is called WarGreymon. It doesn’t look like anyone knows what the black one is called.”

“Turn on the speakers,” I said, “and see if there’s any audio.”
She turned the knob, and voices rang out.

“…Pentagon just launched nuclear missiles!” said a kid who seemed to be connected with these Digimon things.

“Wait,” Sarah asked, “is this real?”

“I can’t be sure,” I replied, “but my gut says it is.”

“So if those two good ones lose-.” Said four-year-old Amanda, running her hand through her short almost black hair.

“Yeah, people will die.”

Amanda started to cry.

“It looks like the black one cloned himself!” said Jen, “And it doesn’t look like the good ones can move anymore.”

“They’re being pummeled!”

“Look!” said Amanda between sobs. She pointed at the screen where two human kids had suddenly appeared. They moved toward the Digimon, and the Digimon transformed into a glorious white soldier who called himself Omnimon.

[i]It looks like they need to partner with a human to grow stronger![/i]

“Man,” I said, “I wish I had a Digimon!”

“look what the white one’s doing,” said Jen. Omnimon swung his sword and roughly half of the cloned disappeared. Then Omnimon fired several shots from his cannon, destroying clone after clone until only one of the black Digimon was left. It jumped around and around, avoiding Omnimon’s eye until it suddenly found itself frozen in place. Omnimon turned to face it and rushed forward, stabbing it with his sword. The blade pierced the enemy’s head, and the evil black Digimon melted away.



Chapter One

Arrive in the Digital World;
Enter Dragonterramon


Present Day, the State of Ohio, the United States of America…

Ever since that day four years ago, the five of us who had seen the battle between Omnimon and the evil black Digimon would get together every Saturday at Family Game Night (which really just means The Adults' Poker Night) and discuss Digimon. This Saturday, however, Jen’s younger sister Kristin was home sick with the flu. My aunt was home with her. The rest of us; my cousin Jen, 12, my cousin Amanda, 7, my sister Sarah, 10, and myself John, age 14, were upstairs in my bedroom. The girls were busy building Digimon models out of some old building blocks, while I tried hard to hide the fact that I was building a Digimon of my own, a black dragon, from my perch upon my bed. Jen and Sarah were busy building a horse. Amanda’s model looked like a lizard or something, though it was hard to tell because it wasn’t very good.

"You guys are such kids, playing with your little blocks," I declared.

"We know you're building one too, John," said Jen frankly.

“Yeah, well, I bet mine could beat yours,” I told Sarah and Jen, no better comeback coming to mind.

“No way,” said Jen, “ours is better.”

“But wouldn’t it be cool if it was a black horse?” I asked.

“No way!” said Sarah.

“Black is creepy,” said Amanda.

I chuckled and went back to work, my concentration interrupted almost immediately.

“Does anyone else hear that?” Jen asked.

“Hear what?” Sarah replied.

“That whistling sound,” said Jen.

“Yeah, I hear it,” I said. “Like a high pitched ringing?”

“Exactly!”

“What could it be?” asked Sarah.

“Uh, guys,” said Amanda, holding up her model, “it’s coming from these.”

We held our models up to our ears, but even as we did, something happened. Something weird. Sarah and Jen’s horse, my dragon, and Amanda’s lizard changed shape, becoming small devices roughly the size and shape of a cell phone. They floated into the air, and Sarah and Jen’s copied itself, creating a fourth device, and one device fell into each of our hands. Mine then turned orange and black, Sarah’s turned pink and white, Jen’s turned red and violet, and Amanda’s turned gray and blue. They glowed brightly, and all four of us blacked out.


When I awoke I found myself lying sprawled out in a clearing covered by patchy grass and surrounded by tall, thick trees. Jen, Amanda, and Sarah were just waking up as well.

I looked around, disoriented. “Where are we?” I asked.

“No clue,” Jen answered, “but I don’t think we’re in Ohio anymore.”

“You’re not!”

I looked around. The excited-sounding voice that had just spoken was unfamiliar. A young-sounding kinda raspy voice. “Who said that?” I asked, standing up and looking around again. That’s when I saw them. There were five of them standing in a small group. A stout blue dinosaur-like creature standing on his hind legs, Two small furry horse-head creatures, legless, one black and one brown, a tiny pony, no taller than a medium-sized dog, and a little green snake with purple stripes down its back and a purple diamond shape on its head.

“I did,” answered the snake, and my suspicions were confirmed. I knew where we were.

“W-We’re in the Digimon World,” I said. “And you guys are Digimon!”

“Not just any Digimon,” the snake said, “we’re your partner Digimon.”

“Our partner Digimon!” said Jen. “You mean it? Wait, what does that mean?” She looked over at me questioningly, and I shrugged.

"It means," the snake said, "that we were drawn here to meet you guys!"

"You were just brought from your world," said the dinosaur, "because you have some purpose here, and it's our job to help you!"

"We know all about you already," the small pony added. "You guys are our destiny!"

“Yep,” said the brown horse-head Digimon in an excited, perky voice, looking at Jen. “I’m your partner, Mainemon.”

“And Sarah,” said the small pony, “I’m your partner Digimon, DemiPonymon.”

“And I’m your Digimon, Amanda,” said the dinosaur, his voice airy and high-pitched. “Call me Chomon!”

“And John,” said the snake, “I’m Snakemon, and this hairball is BlackMainemon, my best pal, and we’re your partner Digimon!”


“Why do you get two?” Amanda whined. Oh, did I forget to mention? Amanda whines. A lot.

“That’s not important right now Manda,” I said, balancing annoyance with the excitement that I was already feeling. “We’re really in the Digimon World! All of these years hoping, and finally I'm here in the Digimon World!”

"It's Digital World, actually," the black horse-head, BlackMainemon, stated.

“Yeah,” said Jen, ignoring him, “but being here poses the question of weather or not we can get back home now.”

“You mean that we can’t go home?!” screamed Amanda. She stopped whining, only to start crying. You guessed it. Amanda cries a lot too.

“No, no,” said Jen, kneeling down to look Amanda in the eye. “I only meant that we have to figure it out first. That’s all!”

Amanda immediately stopped crying. “Okay then,” she said. “I’ll just go play with Chomon until you do.” And like that she was off.

We all sighed.

“Thank God,” said Jen. “Now we can get some real discussion done.”

Without realizing it, we had leaned into a huddle. We had barely begun talking when Snakemon, who had somehow climbed onto my back without being noticed, dropped his head into the circle. “What you guys talkin’ about?” He nearly startled me to a heart attack, which is a real trick, considering that I'm in awesome health.

“Oh,” I said, “nothing. We were just wondering how to get home if we need to.”

“Well,” said Snakemon, dropping to the ground as Sarah, Jen, and I spread apart, “you can talk to us. We’re here to help you.”

I looked to Jen, and then to Sarah, and then said, “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

But they never got a chance to because, just then, Amanda came out of the woods with Chomon at her heels, screaming in terror. “John,” she cried, “a giant snake! A giant snake attacked us!”

And just like that, a giant black snake rose above the trees, its head held as high as a third story window. Sharp spines ran all down his back.

"Friend of yours, Snakemon?" I asked, but he wasn't listening.

“Oh no,” said Snakemon, “that’s Serpenterramon! He’s an Adult Level, two levels above us!”

“No matter,” said BlackMainemon, speaking for only the second time since we had arrived. “We are here to protect the children, so that’s what we’re gonna do.” He rushed eagerly between us and Serpenterramon. The other Digimon followed suit. A flick of Serpenterramon's tail sent them flying. But moments later, at BlackMainemon's prompting, the Digimon were back up, and the cell phone sized devices that each of us had been given came online, buzzing and vibrating, the screens flashing. And the Digimon changed.

“Snakemon…”

“BlackMainemon…”

“DemiPonymon…”

“Mainemon…”

“Chomon…”

“…Digivolve to…”

Snakemon changed into a longer, fiercer-looking black snake with ridges over his eyes, “Serpentmon!”

BlackMainemon became a small black horse about one and a half times the size of DemiPonymon, “BlackColtmon!”

DemiPonymon grew until she was just barely smaller than BlackColtmon, “Ponymon!”

Mainemon grew until her was the same size and build as BlackColtmon, “Coltmon!”

Chomon grew until he was as big as a Saint Bernard, standing on all fours. He was a baby Brontosaurus with a collar around his neck. Tucked into the collar was a shiny golden red feather, “Chickomon.”

"Whoa," I said. [i]They changed shape, just like the ones on the net four years ago![/i]

The Digimon in their new forms stood to face their foe. He glared down at them with yellow eyes and hiss/roared, baring long, vicious-looking fangs. Jen and Sarah held Amanda. I stood ready to defend them any way that I could.

It was then that Serpenterramon began his offensive. “Serpent Fang!” he hissed, and a huge fang shot from his throat at Serpentmon. Serpentmon and the others leaped away moments before the fang hit the ground and exploded, scattering dirt clumps and rocks high into the air. Serpentmon and Chickomon spun around quickly. Serpentmon called out “Serpent Strike!” and a hundred tiny explosive fang-shaped needles shot from his mouth and hammered the foe. Chickomon jumped and slammed Serpenterramon, BlackColtmon kicked him with hooves wreathed in black fire, and Coltmon and Ponymon tackled him to the ground. I was about to congratulate my new friends, but I was stopped when Serpenterramon got right back up.

“We’re too weak!” said Coltmon

“We have to Digivolve again!” said Ponymon. I knew she was probably right, but I have a problem with leaving things in other peoples’ hands. Serpenterramon was preparing for another attack. I jumped between Serpenterramon and the Digimon to shield them from harm.

“John, get back!” said Serpentmon. Serpenterramon launched his attack. Serpentmon jumped onto my shoulder and sprung toward the enormous fang, just as the small device came alive for a second time, and Serpentmon changed again.

“Serpentmon, Digivolve to!” he grew huge. About ten and a half, eleven feet tall. His body thickened and he grew short but strong arms ending in claws, and powerful legs ending in mighty talons. Sharp triangular spikes sprouted along his back. Fin-like protrusions sprouted from either side of the back of his head, and he grew rows of razor sharp teeth in his lengthening maw.

“That’s the dragon I built,” I said. “That’s -.”

My dragon raised his head high, and with unfaltering confidence declared his name, “Dragonterramon!”

Dragonterramon spun in midair, deflecting Serpenterramon’s fang attack with his powerful tail. The fang spun away into the forest, exploding, and tossing several trees out of the ground. Dragonterramon landed firm and called, “Terra Flame!”

He opened his mouth wide and spewed flames that engulfed his foe. Serpenterramon broke down into floating pixels, like a cloud of dust, and broke apart, the pixels fading away as they drifted through the air. Dragonterramon changed back into Serpentmon, and the girls stopped screaming and my knees stopped shaking. I fell to my knees, relieved that we had survived, the adrenaline still pumping hard through my veins. I allowed myself to feel relieved only for the sake of the others, but I wasn't stupid. As excited as I still was to be in the Digital World, I had come to a realization. The Digital World was a dangerous place, and this danger would not be the last.[/Spoiler]
[Spoiler=Chapter Two]

The Informative Desert Tower;
BlackStaliamon vs. Devidramon


After the battle with the monstrous Serpenterramon, the nine of us (four humans and five Digimon) began walking. Our goal was to leave the Forest Region for the neighboring Desert Region. It would be hot, but according to the Digimon, it was better than the forest, which is the region most densely populated by Digimon, and more Digimon means more potential battles.

“So how far are we from the edge of the forest?” I asked Serpentmon, who was hanging around my neck like an un-tied tie. BlackColtmon walked at my side.

“Don’t know,” He answered dismissively. Serpentmon's not what you would call the knowledgeable type. In fact, he's more than a little goofy, a stark comparison to the fierce and powerful Dragonterramon.

“I think its about another half mile,” said Chickomon, the largest Digimon in our group (at the moment anyway). He was carrying a sleeping Amanda on his back. On either side of him, Sarah and Jen walked with their Digimon. We were tired, we were sweaty, and we were on edge. The initial excitement gone, and the adrenaline finally gone from our systems, we were left worrying whether or not another enemy was right around the next corner.

“At the rate we’re going,” said Jen, sounding somewhere between upbeat and droll, “we should get there well within the hour.”

“And look,” said Sarah, “the sun’s on its way down. That means it won’t be too high when we reach the desert.”

“Yeah,” I said, “but we still need to be careful.” And I pulled a sheet of paper and a pen out of my pocket, and I began to scribble out an idea.


“Okay,” I said to the others as we neared the forest’s edge, showing them my drawing, “We all have over shirts or jackets. If we fold them up like I’ve drawn here and tie them on with one of our shoestrings, we can shade our faces from the sun. The only problem is, I don’t know what to do for the Digimon.”

“Oh, don’t worry about us,” said Chickomon.

“Yeah,” said Coltmon. “This is our world. We know how to handle it.” The other Digimon nodded their agreement, save BlackColtmon, who never really expresses himself.

“Alright then,” I said, excitedly, “onward ho!”

“Yippy!” said Serpentmon. We tied our over shirts over our heads and headed forward into the sandy expanse.


It was about another twenty minutes before we felt it. It was like someone was tugging at us, just enough to give us a feint indication as to where we needed to go.

“Feel that?” Amanda asked, stretching herself awake.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, “we all do.”

“We think its directing us toward something,” said Jen.

“Toward what?” Amanda asked.

“Toward that,” I answered, pointing at a spot near the horizon. Everyone looked, and they saw what I’d seen; a ruined tower rising out of the sand, right in the middle of nowhere. We headed right for it, ready for anything, except what we were about to find.


“So this is it?” Jen asked as we slowly circled the tower. It was 65, 70 yards in diameter with one window near the top. The base had long since sunk deep into the desert sands, leaving only the top floor accessible through the window, which had sunk close to the ground. We climbed inside.

Once inside the tower we found ourselves in a wide open room, the floor tilted at a slight angle. There was no light, save the light that filtered through the window from outside. The room was dusty, dirty, sandy, and covered in cobwebs.

“So what now?” asked Sarah.

“I’m scared!” Amanda whined.

“Me too,” said Sarah.

“Okay,” I commanded, “Sarah and Ponymon, take Amanda and Chickomon back outside and wait for us in the shade, okay?”

“Yeah,” said Sarah, nodding, “sure.” She led Amanda back out through the window, their Digimon following close behind.

“Okay, boss,” asked BlackColtmon, “now what?”

“Now we spread out and look for anything that seems out of place. We were called here for a reason, and I get the feeling that it was to find something.”

“What should we be looking for exactly?” Serpentmon asked.

“Not sure,” I answered. “Just anything less dirty and less made of stone.”

“Got it!”

But before we could do much searching Sarah and Amanda started screaming outside. Gotta love those interruptions. Jen and I and our Digimon partners ran to see what was wrong. I jumped through the window first, and was startled as Chickomon’s attack, an energy blade fired from his eyes, flew by my head. I traced the path of the attack to the top of the tower where a large dragon, black in color with four glowing red eyes, stood perched, roaring. It spread its tattered wings and dropped down, blood red claws swiping, barely missing our ducking heads.

“Get him Serpentmon,” I said. Almost instinctively I pulled the orange and black device from my pocket, hit the activation key, and brandished the screen toward my Digimon, calling out, “Initiate Digivolution!”

“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”

My own black dragon Digimon let out a very distinct roar and leaped up, calling, “Terra Strike!” and clipping the foe’s right wing with his razor sharp claws, glowing with a white light. Both Digimon landed hard.

“Looks like you're grounded,” Dragonterramon said with a gruff chuckle. I smiled, [i]I guess he’s still Serpentmon at heart.[/i]

“I will not let the Crests fall into your hands,” the dragon called out in a raspy, deep-throated voice. “By order of Lord Manipulamon!” He called out, “Crimson Claw!” and his claws began to glow red.

“Terra Strike!” called Dragonterramon, his own claws glowing white. The two dragons pushed off of the sand and charged at each other at full speed. Both slashed, and for a second, they just stood there, almost back to back. Then Dragonterramon fell and changed back into Serpentmon.

“No way!” Jen said in disbelief.

“Serpentmon!” I called out, and ran toward him.

“No,” said BlackColtmon, “stay back!” He leaped between me and the foe, “I’ll take care of this guy.” At that moment the orange device activated again.

Taking my cue, I raised the device and said, “Initiate Digivolution!”

“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to!” BlackColtmon grew until he was as large and as powerfully built as a plow horse, with a long, wild mane, silky black fur, and huge, earth shaking hooves. He reared up and neighed at the top of his lungs, “BlackStaliamon!”

“I will not let you attack,” said the foe, his words mixed in with a piercing, screeching roar. His eyes started to glow brighter.

“Sorry,” said BlackStaliamon. “I’m a true fighter, unshakable in my desire to defeat my enemy. My mind can’t be clouded be hypnosis.” And with shocking elegance, my second Digimon launched himself into the fray.

“Hoof Stomp!” BlackStaliamon called. He launched himself front-hooves first at the foe. The foe caught the blow with his left arm and flung BlackStaliamon over his head, toward the tower, spinning instantly, preparing to counterattack.

BlackStaliamon flipped and pushed off of the tower’s exterior wall, giving him a serious boost in leaping speed and power. He called his attack once again and slammed his massive front hooves into the dragon’s chest, crushing him to digital bits. BlackStaliamon landed with unparalleled grace, and reverted back into BlackColtmon.

Jen, Coltmon and I re-entered the tower. Serpentmon and BlackColtmon stayed outside to rest. It took awhile, but we managed to find what we had been meant to find: five necklaces ending in gold tags, each bearing a different symbol, four mini ROM disk players colored to match our first four devices, and an orange and black laptop computer with a large symbol on the top that matched a small symbol pictured on my first device and on the orange disk player. The laptop had a slide out palm unit in the bottom and a plug in the back for connecting with other digital devices.

“Looks like we found it,” I said. I knelt down and lifted the laptop, inspecting it. I noticed that the power was on, so I opened it up and looked at the screen. There was a dialogue box open asking, “Play stored message" followed by the typical options, Ok and Cancel. It was the only thing on the screen.

“A stored message?” I said, looking to the others. “I think we may all want to see this.”


I led the way out of the tower. “What did you find?” Sarah asked. She, Amanda, and the Digimon listened intently for my answer.

“Not sure,” I answered, “but we’re about to find out.” I knelt down, placing the laptop on my over shirt to keep it from picking up sand, and pressed enter, playing the stored message.

“Welcome, Digidestined,” said a computerized voice. “I am the artificial intelligence program that controls the fully equipped portable data storage unit, known properly as the D-4 Digicomp. I was programmed by the Great Protector to explain your place in this world.

“Centuries ago, Old Time, the four Sovereign Digimon of the Digital World determined that the data in their world was growing at a greater rate than expected. They used their immense power to create a second Digital World, meant to be an overflow for the original, tying it together with the five Digital Cores.”

On the screen flashed images of five distinct environments throughout the Digital world: a forest, a desert, a volcano, an ocean, and a cavern. The voice continued, “Circumstances in the original Digital World forced the Sovereign Digimon to choose a group of human Guardians to pair with a group of Digimon to protect it from the evil Digimon that inevitably surfaced. Seeing that it would soon be time for him to pass on, the Great Protector followed the Sovereigns’ example and, looking into the future, selected a group of his own. They were charged with protecting this world, dubbed File Two, in his place. That group is you. John, chosen for your courage and leadership skills, and because of the high value you place on the lives of your friends. Jenifer, chosen for your heart and compassion. Sarah, chosen for your inner strength. Amanda, chosen for your untapped potential. You have each been given one of each Digivices,” images of the first devices, the cell-phone-sized ones, flashed on the screen, “to help your Digimon in reaching their fourth, or Adult level, and Digiplayers,” images of the second devices, the disk players, flashed on the screen, “to aid your Digimon in reaching a level beyond Adult. You have also each been given one or more Crests, representing your best traits.”

An image of two golden tags, one bearing a sun-like symbol, and the other resembling a yin yang with two curved spikes protruding from either end appeared. “John, you have been given the Neo Crest of Courage and the Neo Crest of Friendship.” The image changed to a tag bearing a star-like symbol. “Sarah, you have been given the Neo Crest of Light.

“You, Jenifer, have been given,” an image of a tag bearing a heart-like symbol appeared, “the Neo Crest of Love.” An image of a tag bearing a symbol like a boomerang sitting next to an orb appeared, “And you Amanda have been given the Crest of Loyalty. When you have grown enough your Crests, in combination with your Digiplayers, will give you the power you need to defeat your enemy, saving this world and all life in it.

“Of course,” the computer said, nearing the conclusion of its presentation, “you will be curious as to the identity of your enemy.” An image of a gray, human-like creature with a dinosaur-like head appeared, “this is Manipulamon, an evil Digimon that can manipulate almost any data, energy, or element, converting it into virtually anything. He uses borrowed energy to create M-Tags, small patches that he uses to tag and control wild Digimon. They are distinguishable by the red “M’s” that he emblazons them with. Manipulamon is working toward his goal of enslaving the entire population, and it is believed that this goal will soon be within his reach. Manipulamon is aided by five generals, powerful beyond the level of his usual followers. They are IceDevimon," an image of a tall, gangly white demon with tattered wings replaced the image of Manipulamon, "SkullScorpiomon," an image of a massive, bone white, armored scorpion replaced IceDevimon's, "MetalPhantomon," an image of a robotic floating skeletal torso wearing a cape and carrying an energy sickle appeared next, "GranKuwagamon," a massive black beetle replaced the image of the reaper, "and MetalSerpenterramon," a final image of a massive robotic serpent with a tank-like body blinked onto the screen last, rounding out the presentation.

"These generals each represent one of Manipulamon's combat forces, which make up the bulk of his army. The rest of the Digimon under the influence of Manipulamon are used as scouts, seeking out new Digimon for their master to control.

“The Great Guardian would not ask you to risk your lives for another world's cause without the ability to say no,” the computer concluded. “If you so choose, you will be sent home immediately, but your decision must be unanimous. Choose now and voice your decision aloud.”

I looked around at my makeshift team, and they stared back at me. “Well guys, what do you think? Do we play hero, yes or no?”[/Spoiler]
[spoiler=Digimon Analyzer]

[IMG]http://i42.tinypic.com/2eb8f39.png[/IMG]

Snakemon (Baby II Level)

Virus Type, Reptile Digimon

[i]A small snake that would rather play pranks than fight, or even Digivolve. His attack energy seems to emit from the purple stripes on his body. His attacks are very weak.[/i]

Attacks:

-Snake Strike (A weak energy beam)

[IMG]http://i43.tinypic.com/2qal00x.png[/IMG]

BlackMainemon (Baby II Level)

Virus Type, Beast Digimon

[i]A Digimon who can only attack with Bubble Blow. He prefers not to use it though, since he thinks it makes him look weak.[/i]

Attacks:

-Bubble Blow

[IMG]http://i54.tinypic.com/2im3oi.png[/IMG]

Mainemon (Baby II Level)

Vaccine Type, Beast Digimon

[i]This "good" version of BlackMainemon is not as strong as his counterpart, but is more nimble. He is weak, but he seems a bit stronger when DemiPonymon is nearby.[/i]

Attacks:

-Bubble Blow

[IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/ort7wh.png[/IMG]

DemiPonymon (Baby II Level)

Vaccine Type, Beast Digimon

[i]A sweet and loving Digimon who is more likely to urge people to run from a fight than she ever is to join one[/i]

Attacks:

-Bubble Blow

[IMG]http://i53.tinypic.com/x1mz5k.png[/IMG]

Chomon (Baby II Level)

Data Type, Dinosaur Digimon

[i]As one of the largest Digimon of the Baby II Level, Chomon has physical strength equal to some Child Level Digimon. Despite this, he is never aggressive and very playful.[/i]

Attacks:

-Bubble Blow
-Tiny Punch

[IMG]http://i44.tinypic.com/ztvexk.png[/IMG]

Serpentmon (Child Level)

Virus Type, Reptile Digimon

[i]A Digimon that is friendly by nature, but has the potential to become savage when exposed to the constant danger of the wild. When he has a reason to fight he can sometimes defeat even Adult Digimon.[/i]

Attacks:

-Serpent Strike (Fires hundreds of thin explosive needles from his mouth)
-Serpent Shield (An energy shield surrounds his body for a second or so)

[IMG]http://i41.tinypic.com/t814js.png[/IMG]

BlackColtmon (Child Level)

Virus Type, Beast Digimon

[i]A fierce Digimon who loves to fight to test his abilities. It is said that any Digimon in the BlackColtmon Line is the most skilled Digimon of its current Level.[/i]

Attacks:

-Black Hoof-Fire (Fires a black flame from his front hooves. The black flame becomes a typical orange flame once it begins burning on its own.)
-Hoof Slam (Attacks with his hooves)

[IMG]http://i56.tinypic.com/bi3yw3.png[/IMG]

Coltmon (Child Level)

Vaccine Type, Beast Digimon

[i]The "good" version of BlackColtmon. Coltmon is physically weak, and he can only attack from close range. His power grows considerably when he fights alongside Ponymon[/i]

Attacks:

-Stomp (Stomps with his hooves)
-Hoof Tornado (With Ponymon; The two young Digimon run in a circle, kicking up a tornado flooded with their energy that is as powerful as an Adult Level Digimon's attack)

[IMG]http://i54.tinypic.com/2rg01o9.png[/IMG]

Ponymon (Child Level)

Vaccine Type, Beast Digimon

[i]Ponymon is a vision of grace and beauty. She would prefer not to fight, but she will fight when she needs to to defend herself and her friends.[/i]

Attacks:

-Stomp (Stomps with her hooves)
-Hoof Tornado (With Coltmon; The two young Digimon run in a circle, kicking up a tornado flooded with their energy that is as powerful as an Adult Level Digimon's attack)

[IMG]http://i55.tinypic.com/11ij1ms.png[/IMG]

Chickomon (Child Level)

Data Type, Dinosaur Digimon

[i]Chickomon is quite large for a Child Level. He is large enough for an average-size person to ride him, and he is physically as strong as some Adult Level Digimon. Additionally he has limited control over energy. Like his previous form, he is more playful than he is aggressive, despite his physical power.[/i]

Attacks:

-Dino Tackle (Slams into the enemy with his full weight)
-Chickomon Blades (Fires crescent-shaped energy waves from his eyes)

[IMG]http://i43.tinypic.com/m807sx.png[/IMG]

Dragonterramon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Dragon Digimon

[i]A fierce dragon said to be able to defeat five Adult Digimon at once. They are very rare.[/i]

Attacks:

-Terra Flame (Summons energy from the earth to fuel his fire breath attack)
-Terra Strike (Slashes with energized claws)

[IMG]http://i40.tinypic.com/2h3wuc4.png[/IMG]

BlackStaliamon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Beast Digimon

[i]A fierce Digimon who loves to fight to test his abilities. He has incredible grace and skill, and he executes forceful attacks with great precision.[/i]

Attacks:

-Hoof Slam (A much more powerful version of BlackColtmon's second attack that uses energy. This version of the attack has a ranged form, and can create an earthquake)

[b]Image Coming Soon[/b]

Serpenterramon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Reptile Digimon

[i]When a Serpentmon is allowed to grow naturally in the harsh forest, it is likely to Digivolve into the fierce and angry Serpenterramon, a Digimon with a decent level of intelligence driven by an instinct to destroy.[/i]

Attacks:

-Serpent Fang (Launches a powerful, missile-like explosive fang from his mouth)
-Terra Strike (Attacks with his powerful tail)

[IMG]http://i56.tinypic.com/29d6yoy.png[/IMG]

Devidramon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Dark Dragon Digimon

[i]Devidramon is a vicious Digimon. It is only intelligent enough to follow simple orders, and will take any opportunity to fight. Devidramon are very willing to follow other Dark Digimon, making them good troops.[/i]

Attacks:

-Crimson Claw (Slashes with his deadly blood-red claws)
-Red Eyes (Paralyzes his opponent with a red glow from his four eyes)[/spoiler]

[legendhiro]

so, its obvious that no one reads this [i]at all[/i], but that's okay. i don't mind talking to no one, and i'm not giving up on this thread.

anyway, i have a couple of announcements. first, i am officially putting updates of my original thread on hold indefinitely. instead, once this thread has caught up with that one, all updates originally meant for that thread will be posted here. second, i will now update this thread twice a week on, monday and friday. the updates will still be two chapters for now, but will eventually be reduced to only one chapter per update. still, the story will progress quickly.



and now, because it's friday and because i promised just now, here is the next update.



[Spoiler=Chapter Three]

The Team’s Choice



“Hold on!” said Jen. “Before we decide, I have some questions.”

“I am designed to answer any question to the best of my ability,” the computer voice replied.

“Alright then,” said Jen. “I’m worried what will happen when our parents realize we’re missing. I mean, we have no idea how long all of this crap will take.”

“Uh,” I said, “I realize that they’ll be worried, but I know my parents would understand. And I think that your mom and dad would get it too. This is our destiny. We’re meant to do this.”

“Yeah,” said Jen, “I guess you’re right.”

“I have one,” said Sarah. “What if we get hurt here? Is it for real?”

We all looked at the computer, awaiting the answer.

“Any injuries sustained in this world are just as real as those sustained in your world,” the computer answered.

“Okay,” I said before anyone else could chime in, “This is obviously a big deal. We could get hurt. Our parents might worry. But I think we need to address something more important than any of that stuff. We have to remember that if we don’t stay and do our best, every Digimon in this world will be enslaved. Digital or not these are living, breathing beings, and we’re the only ones who can save them. I think we have to try.”

“You’re right,” said Jen. “I vote that we stay.”

“Me too,” said Sarah. “I vote stay.”

We all looked at Amanda. She was young and had a tendency to be pretty selfish, making her the most likely of us to want out. Then again she was also pretty likely to give in, since she probably didn’t understand what was going on.

“If you guys think we can help out,” said Amanda, “then I guess we should stay.”

“Then its settled,” I said, turning back to the computer, “we stay. Now, what’s next?”

The computer screen blinked and a new image appeared. It was a digital representation of the desert and Desert Tower. “Using the handheld computer interface to determine direction, head north from this spot until you reach an oasis spawned by the water of a river, using this device’s built in Digimon Analyzer software to aid in your defense. Follow the river east until you find a bridge. There you will find the key to the rest of your journey.”

“Alright,” I said, “we have a mission! Let’s go!”

“Hold it!” said Jen. “Its almost completely dark out. Don't you think we should sleep here tonight? You know, get some of our strength back.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said smiling, “but I get top bunk.”


Using the open Digicomp as a nightlight, we spent the night in Desert Tower. The battery on that thing never died. I never really thought back then about how that was possible, and even now I don't care enough to, well, care. I mean, who am I to complain about good fortune?

Anyway...

The three of us slept in one corner of the room. It was cold and it was uncomfortable. We woke up with our hair and cloths full of sand and dirt particles. We were sore, and we were on edge. But we had a purpose, a reason to endure. So we endured, even as we set out across the desert yet again.

We were hungry, but we endured. We were thirsty, but we endured. We were hot, but we endured. And only a few hours into our trek, we found ourselves at the most beautiful grove of trees we had ever seen.

“Awesome!” said Sarah, running up under the edge of the grove. Amanda jumped down from Chickomon’s back and followed, Chickomon and Ponymon close behind.

“Hey John,” said Jen, pointing, “those are apples in those trees!”

“I see ‘em,” I said. I turned to Serpentmon and asked, “Do you know if those are okay to eat?”

“Of course!” he answered. “They’re just meat apples. Each one tastes like a different meat, from pork, to steak, to hotdogs.”

“Pretty sweet,” I answered, barely listening. I'd been so tired that I hadn't realized how hungry I was, but once I did, it was all I could think about.

“Yup. You’ll probably find some regular apples too, and some Digimushrooms. Digimushrooms don’t taste very good, but they provide protein and restore health and energy, especially in us Digimon.”

“Alright then,” I said, “while the kids play in the woods, we’ll look for mushrooms. Jen, stay with Sarah and Amanda and pick some apples.”

“Aye aye, boss!” she responded with a mock salute. I chuckled and headed off into the dense forest to pick some mushrooms.


“Ah! These must be them!” I bent down and pried a black mushroom from the base of a tree. I held it up for Serpentmon to see.

“Yep, that's a Digimushroom alright!” Serpentmon said, and I lay my over shirt open and began filling it up with the unappealing black fungus. I had just finished tying the makeshift sack closed with my shoestring when I heard a series of screams coming from the apple grove where the others were waiting. The screaming was accompanied by a series of small explosions and the toppling of a tree.

Battle. The only thing that could distract me from food.

“Time for action, buddy,” I told Serpentmon. I looked at BlackColtmon, “You too pal.” The two Digimon nodded, and my Digivice came online.

I raised my Digivice up and called, “Initiate Digivolution!”

“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”

“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to, BlackStaliamon!”

I jumped onto BlackStaliamon’s back, and we shot off toward the grove. Dragonterramon charged past us, letting out his distinctive signature "engagement roar". It shook the ground beneath us. He shoved several densely packed trees out of the way, revealing our friends, under siege from a spider-like creature the size of a car.

I pulled the Digicomp handheld out of my pocket and held it up to the spider. Text appeared, reading:
- Name: Dokugumon
- Characteristics: Female, Adult, Virus Type, Insectoid Species
- Attacks: Spider’s Web, Viral Grenade
*WARNING* Poisonous

“Careful guys,” I said, “she uses poison attacks in battle!”

Dragonterramon roared and charged, calling, “Terra Strike!” Dragonterramon raised his claws and slashed, but Dokugumon fired a web, using it to pull herself out of the way. Then, while Dragonterramon was still mid rush, Dokugumon wrapped his legs with webbing, causing him to fall hard.

I jumped down from BlackStaliamon’s back and said, “Get her bud!” BlackStaliamon leapt at Dokugumon, who shot up a net-like web that caught the powerful Digimon mid leap.
Dragonterramon shot a thin stream of flame across his feet and legs, incinerating the web that held him. He jumped up and roared again. Dokugumon turned around to face him, and I saw it, a small patch emblazoned with an “M” attached to Dokugumon’s thorax.

“Look there, a manipulation tag! If we get rid of it, Dokugumon won’t attack anymore!”

“I’m on it!” Chickomon declared, and he charged. Dragonterramon tried to jump onto Dokugumon’s back and pin her, but she used a web to pull herself away, disappearing into the trees.

“Look out,” Dragonterramon growled. “She could be anywhere." He fired another spread of flames at BlackStaliamon, burning the web away, freeing him. BlackStaliamon scowled as his gaze darted through the treetops.

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, Dokugumon descended from the treetops, hanging by a thread. “Viral Grenade!” she called, and several smaller spiders the size of squirrels, dropped from the treetops and grabbed onto Dragonterramon. They exploded, causing Dragonterramon to revert to his previous state and pass out, reversion to the Child Level being the only way to save himself from the deadly poison inflicted upon him by the attack.

“Chickomon Blades!” called Chickomon, firing energy blades from his eyes, cutting Dokugumon’s thread. She fell, and Coltmon and Ponymon began running a tight circle around her. “Hoof Tornado!” they called, and a pillar of wind rose up, trapping Dokugumon inside.

BlackStaliamon jumped up, pushed off of a tree, and fell into the cyclone’s eye. He fell, knocking the tag off and smashing it with his hoof. Coltmon and Ponymon ended their attack, and Dokugumon stood up, disoriented.


“The last thing I remember clearly,” Dokugumon said, “is my best friend Birdramon and myself running from a group of willings who were trying to tag us. Manipulamon equips his taggers with the ability to produce M-Tags using a small portion of their own data. They were being lead by Okuwamon, a mighty Perfect Level Digimon who-.”

“Excuse me,” Jen cut in, “but what do you mean by ‘willings’?”

“Oh!” said Dokugumon, “as Digidestined, I thought you would know! Only some of Manipulamon’s subjects are controlled.

“You see, many Digimon, especially the more wild ones, will align themselves with the Digimon with the most power and serve them willingly, like the majority of Manipulamon’s current ranks. We call them ‘willings’. There are other Digimon that remain unaligned, neither assisting or resisting Manipulamon’s influence. Then there are those of us who actively resist or fight back, dubbed ‘fighters’.”

“And you and Birdramon were fighters?” I asked. We were sitting in a half-circle, facing Dokugumon, listening to her speak.

“Yes,” Dokugumon replied with a nod. We were in charge of a small group actively resiting Okuwamon and his forces. Finally he moved to tag or destroy us. Only Birdramon and I survived.

"Okuwamon wasn't one of the generals, was it?" Jen asked me.

"I dunno," I answered.

"No," Dokugumon said, answering Jen, "he is not, but he is equally dangerous, as he oversees Manipulamon's forces dedicated to tagging fighters."

“You said he was after you and your friend," I said. "Where is Birdramon now?”

“She has likely been tagged and placed on lookout in the sector that she is most familiar with. Her nest is in a cliff located in this very forest.”

“Alright then,” I said, standing up to better address my friends and allies, “we’re gonna go free her too! In fact, we’re going to free as many tagged Digimon as we can. The more we free, the more potential allies we have against Manipulamon!”

“Alright!” Sarah agreed, leaping up as well, my excitement rubbing off on her, “Dokugumon, lead the way!”

“Thank you, Digidestined,” Dokugumon said, rising to her too many feet, “I am in your debt.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Serpentmon, jumping up to hang around my neck.

“Yeah,” BlackColtmon agreed, a proud tone to his voice, “its what we do.”[/Spoiler]
[Spoiler=Chapter Four]

Versus Birdramon;
Spread Your Wings, BrauntoPhoenixmon!


We had been traveling for about forty, maybe fifty minutes when we reached the cliff face. It was at least ninety feet high with a ledge about two-thirds of the way up. Birdramon’s nest. Jen, Sarah and I slid down off of Dokugumon’s back where we had been riding.

“This is it,” said Dokugumon, “Birdramon’s home region.”

“You said that Birdramon is a big fiery red bird, right?” Jen asked

“Yeah,” I said, “that’s what the analyzer said. I don’t see her here.”

“She’ll be back,” said Dokugumon, “but in the meantime I suggest that we rest and eat. Birdramon is a powerful foe.”

So we found a nice flat space with a clear view of the cliff to sit and take a rest. I opened up my makeshift sack and passed around some mushrooms from our rations. Jen opened up her jacket/sack and removed several bruised and slightly battered apples, passing them around as well. Sarah gathered some twigs and Amanda gathered some grass and leaves, piling them up. Then BlackColtmon lit them with a burst of black flame that turned bright orange as soon as they hit the makeshift fire pit. Soon we had a good fire going and a good meal of roast meat-apple-kabobs to eat.

“Mmm,” said Sarah taking a bite, “mine tastes like steak and pork chops!”

“I got hotdogs and sausage,” said Amanda, talking with her mouth full.

"Ohh!" said Sarah. "Trade?" And the two of them quickly swapped lunches.

“The mushrooms aren’t bad either,” said Ponymon. She picked up a mushroom in her mouth and went over to lay down between Sarah and Coltmon.

I went to take a bite of my own kabob, but before I could, a small reptilian head shot over my shoulder and snatched it away.

“Serpentmon!” I whined. “Give it back!” I lunged at him, but he sprung out of the way and I fell face first into the dirt. Everyone laughed, and for a little while everything was great. Peaceful.

And then Birdramon showed up, and she wasn’t alone. There were two other Digimon with her. They looked like giant bees with red manes. I aimed the handheld at one of them, and they registered as Flymon, Adult Level Insectoid Digimon that launch their poisonous stingers like missiles. The poison plus the ability to fly gave them a noticeable advantage over us in a group.

“Three of them?” Said Jen, worry apparent in her tone of voice.

“Yeah,” I said, understanding her apprehension, “but we promised to free Birdramon, and that’s what we’re going to do, no matter how many of them there are.” I turned to Dokugumon and asked, “Do you know if the Flymon are being controlled or not?”

“Swarm insects like Kuwagamon, Snimon, and yes, Flymon, are all willings. They are social insects that make decisions as a whole community, or not at all. Plus, I recognize those Flymon as two of the Digimon with Okuwamon when he tagged us.”

“Well,” I said, “at least we know that we can go all out against them then. That should make things a little easier.”

“I hope you’re right,” said Jen, still not convinced.

“Just watch,” I said, “this’ll be over in no time.” I looked over at my Digimon, “Let’s go. Initiate Digivolution!”

“Serpentmon, Digivolve to! Dragonterramon!”

“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to! BlackStaliamon!”

“Take out the Flymon first!” I said. “Keep them from stopping us from freeing Birdramon!”

I yelled my instructions to my Digimon as they charged, using their momentum to run up the face of the cliff. Dragonterramon let out his trademark roar, just before leaping onto Birdramon’s ledge. BlackStaliamon followed.

“Terra Flame,” called Dragonterramon, expelling a massive stream of flame at the two Flymon. However, before the flames could hit their mark, Birdramon flew in between the flames and her Insectoid allies, shielding them with her massive red wings.

Birdramon spread her wings, flinging the flames away. Her allies emerged from behind her wings and launched their stingers strait at Dragonterramon. He slashed one out of the air with his claws, but the second caught him in the arm, a paralyzing toxin pumping into his body, bringing him to a near dead stop.

BlackStaliamon was up next. He tried to slam one of the Flymon with his large, oversized hooves, but the Flymon simply pulled up and away, dodging the attack. They made sure that they were out of BlackStaliamon’s reach and stopped to release their stingers again, but BlackStaliamon leaped gracefully out of the way. He ran a short way up the cliff and leaped back toward his foes, while Dragonterramon, unsteady on his feet, tripped and slid down the cliff face and collapsed at my feet. “The mushrooms,” he said, “they can help a Digimon recover his strength!”

I grabbed the remaining mushrooms from behind me, beside the fire, and shoved them into Dragonterramon’s mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and began to rise, his strength already returning.

“Meteor Wing!” came a booming voice from above. I looked up and saw fireballs raining down from Birdramon’s wings, directed toward the only one of my Digimon still actively fighting. BlackStaliamon avoided one fireball, then a second, but the third destroyed the ledge where he would have landed. With nothing under foot he rolled all the way down the face of the cliff, landing hard at the bottom.

“BlackStaliamon,” I asked, “you okay?”

“Yes,” BlackStaliamon answered as he got back to his feet, “I’ll be alright. But there’s no way that two grounded Digimon can defeat three flying Digimon. They just have too big an advantage.”

“You may be right,” I said. I tried to think of a way to turn the situation around, but before I could, Birdramon launched her attack again.

“Look out!” I cried, thinking that the shot was meant for the Digimon. They saw something I didn’t.

“She’s not aiming for us,” said BlackStaliamon, “she’s aiming for you!”

My team and I turned and ran and dove out of the way. All except for Amanda, who was frozen in fear.

Everything seemed to slow down. The fireballs fell toward my young cousin, and their was nothing I could do to save her. Chickomon jumped up, trying to shield her from harm, and something amazing happened. Amanda’s Digivice came online.

Amanda removed her Digivice from her waist, held it up to her Digimon and called, “Initiate Digivolution!”

Chickomon grew into a massive, full sized brontosaurus with tree-trunk-thick legs and a twenty-foot-long tail and neck. Then two streams of flames erupted from his shoulders, wrapping around him and shielding him and Amanda from Birdramon’s attack. “Chickomon, Digivolve to!” the flames from his shoulders retracted back, forming two massive orange-feathered wings. The collar with the feather in it became a ring of feathers resting a few feet down his neck from his head, “BrauntoPhoenixmon!”

“Wow,” said Amanda, “you got really big.”

“Yes,” said BrauntoPhoenixmon, “and much more powerful. Now we have a fighting chance against our winged opponents!”

BrauntoPhoenixmon flapped his massive wings and lifted off of the ground. He shot up the cliff side, followed closely by Dragonterramon and BlackStaliamon, and slammed into Birdramon, carrying her into the air and away from the Flymon. Dragonterramon reached the ledge moments later and dug his claws into the rock. BlackStaliamon leaped up onto Dragonterramon’s tail.

Dragonterramon swung his tail upward just as BlackStaliamon leaped skyward. The tail acted as a springboard, giving the leap a huge boost in height and speed. BlackStaliamon slammed his hooves strait into a Flymon, blowing it to digital bits, fell, and landed with his back to the remaining foe.

The second Flymon launched his stinger strait at BlackStaliamon’s back, but Dragonterramon leaped up over his ally and slashed the stinger out of the sky with his claws. Then he skidded along the stone, launching flames from his mouth. Flymon tried to dodge, but he was caught by one of the flames and burned up.

Meanwhile, BrauntoPhoenixmon and Birdramon rolled around in the air, kicking, clawing, and slamming into each other while BrauntoPhoenixmon tried to spot Birdramon’s tag. Finally he caught sight of it on Birdramon’s back and maneuvered around her. “Dino Fire!” he called, and the flames around his wings extended outward, wrapping Birdramon with rings of fire. The rings tightened, burning the tag to ash. Birdramon fell unconscious and fell from the sky, only to be caught by Dragonterramon, who was waiting below.

The Digimon de-Digivolved and we rushed to Birdramon’s side, ready to offer whatever support we could.


“It was horrible,” said Birdramon, “like being trapped inside my own head. Manipulamon made me tag dozens of fighters. He used me as a tagger because of my ability to fly. I can cover more ground than other Digimon. Those Flymon with me were the only members of Okuwamon's tagging force that were fast enough to keep up with me. I don’t know what Manipulamon is doing all of this for, but he has to be stopped!”

“Don’t worry,” I said, “because we’re going to free everyone that Manipulamon has under his control. All you have to do is lead the way.”

“Oh, no,” said Birdramon, “you can’t do that! You were brought here to our world because you are the only ones who can destroy Manipulamon. It’s the only way to save everyone!”

“She’s right,” Dokugumon agreed, “you worry about Manipulamon, and we’ll worry about finding allies.”

“Are you sure?” asked Ponymon. “I mean, we only just released you.”

“Yeah,” said Jen, “if you two go now you could be tagged again!”

“Don’t worry about us,” said Birdramon. “Just worry about fulfilling your destiny.”[/Spoiler]
[spoiler=Digimon Analyzer]
[IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/2qn1f94.png[/IMG]

Dokugumon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Insectoid Digimon

[i]Dokugamon is an arachnid Digimon. She is able to climb walls and use a strong, silk-like thread to make ropes, tethers and webs. She also has the ability to produce highly poisonous living bombs. Most Dokugamon are mindless creatures, only intelligent enough to seek prey, but occasionally a Dokugamon will appear that is the exact opposite of this, making her a formidable foe.[/i]

Attacks:

-Spider Web (Uses her multi-purpose webs as a weapon)
-Viral Grenade (Summons many KoDokugumon that swarm the enemy and explode on contact, spreading poison through the victim and dealing physical damage as well)

[IMG]http://i56.tinypic.com/kdtk68.png[/IMG]

Birdramon (Adult Level)

Vaccine Type, Giant Bird Digimon

[i]Birdramon is a massive bird that resembles a phoenix. Her wings are always aflame, burning with a magical fire that only burns her enemies, and which can even burn other flames. She is a righteous Digimon with a strong sense of justice.[/i]

Attacks:

-Meteor Wing (Drops fireballs from her burning wings)
-Mach Grinder (Attacks swiftly with her strong, ripping talons)

[IMG]http://i54.tinypic.com/2wpnj2s.png[/IMG]

Flymon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Insectoid Digimon

[i]Flymon are flock insects akin to bees. They follow a single leader and are therefore amazing troops. Their stingers are poisonous, causing any Digimon stuck by one to become paralyzed.[/i]

Attacks:

-Brown Stingers/Poison Stingers (Launches its stinger like a poison arrow)

[IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/2uj4g2w.png[/IMG]

BrauntoPhoenixmon (Adult Level)

Vaccine Type, Legendary Dinosaur Digimon

[i]BrauntoPhoenixmon is a legendary Digimon. It is said that the original BrauntoPhoenixmon was a Brauntomon awarded a collar of feathers by Phoenixmon, gaining her powers of fire and flight. He eventually died, but his legacy survived in an unusual mutation. Occasionally a Chickomon will be born with a red feather in its collar, and the ability to Digivolve into BrauntoPhoenixmon. BrauntoPhoenixmon is the largest flying Digimon to actually retain any maneuverability, and is actually quite a capable dogfighter.[/i]

Attacks:

-Dino Fire (His wings catch on fire, spreading a powerful stream of destructive flames that can be controlled with BrauntoPhoenixmon's will)
-Dino Slam (Crushes his opponent with his immense weight)[/spoiler]





[b]Next Update[/b] Our heroes encounter another human, but is he an ally or an enemy? Then, the kids and their Digimon encounter the first general, SkullScorpiomon!

[legendhiro]

its still obvious that nobody reads this. oh well.

anyway, i've been sick. bad. still am. updates will resume next week.

[senron]

I read the first two chapters. It's pretty good. I've been kinda busy lately so I couldn't get any more done, but I'll read them this weekend.

[jessicawell]

thanks for post

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[legendhiro]

yay! readers!

good to see ya senron. this story is prety old. i've added details here and there to the original version to enrich it a bit, but it is what it is. its not going to be my best writing, at least not this early on. i'm working on how to update it a bit more without changing the meaning of anything.

[Stigma_Horrizone]

this is better than the original. btw, what happened to the original one anyways?

[snowyash]

I don't know about the original but I'm really enjoying this. It's got a original feel to it, much like the original series of Adventure. I like how you've got your own Digimon and every now and then I come and check if you've got sprites for them yet. I really hope you keep writing this as I will always be a reader.

[legendhiro]

[quote name='jjackv2' timestamp='1288536948' post='4752150']
this is better than the original. btw, what happened to the original one anyways?
[/quote]

the original still exists, and i will finish it, but it will be finished here, once i've finished posting the redux.

[quote name='SKizophrenIK117' timestamp='1288551304' post='4752801']
I don't know about the original but I'm really enjoying this. It's got a original feel to it, much like the original series of Adventure. I like how you've got your own Digimon and every now and then I come and check if you've got sprites for them yet. I really hope you keep writing this as I will always be a reader.
[/quote]

as it is set in the same universe as Adventure, it was important for me to keep the feel of those series. good to hear that you like it. i've been really busy as of late, only managing to get online for a few minutes at a time, but i hope to post another update today and get back on my schedule. thanks for reading!

as for the new sprites, they are coming soon. i've found that spriting helps me unwind...

[legendhiro]

i know its not my normal schedule, but here is the first of likely the only two chapters that i will manage this week.




[Spoiler=Chapter Five]

The Digital Bridge;
Enter the Fifth Digidestined!


After our battle with Birdramon and the two Flymon, and after our two new friends set out to free more Digimon, my team and I made our way once again toward our destination; Digital Bridge.

“How much further is it?” Amanda whined.

“No clue,” I answered, offering nothing else. You give that kid an inch, and she tends to take a mile.

“I wonder what we’ll find when we get to this bridge,” Jen said. “I mean, of all the places to send us in this world, why a bridge?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “What I do know is that the Digicomp doesn’t know either. Either that or it won’t tell me. I’ve checked now like a trillion times, and all it’ll say is that what we’ll find there is important to our mission.”

“I bet we’ll find another device at the bridge,” suggested Chickomon.

“Yeah,” agreed Serpentmon, “or maybe we’ll find a new message that we can hear with that computer!”

“I hope there’s something there,” I said, “because if we don’t find something soon, we’re in serious trouble. At the very least [i]I’ll[/i] die of boredom.”

We continued walking through the dense forest into the night. The unfamiliar stars of this unfamiliar world twinkled overhead. Once we finally found ourselves too tired to continue, we set up a makeshift camp in a clearing under the light of a half moon.

“This sucks!” I complained, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground with nothing to sleep on but a now tattered and filthy button up shirt. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”

“Yeah, well,” said Jen, “you’ll have to deal.”

“Hey guys,” asked Sarah, “shouldn’t one of us stay up and be lookout? You know, like in the movies.”

“Don’t worry,” said Serpentmon, “I napped all day, and it’s pretty late already. BlackColtmon doesn’t sleep much anyway. We’ll trade off shifts.”

“Thanks guys,” I said. “You’re great.” And I immediately went back to trying to sleep.


After lying awake for at least an hour I finally fell into a restless sleep, only to be woken at the crack of dawn by a snake face nose to nose with mine. I jumped back, tossing Serpentmon away,

“Hey, don’t do that!”

Serpentmon, laughing, said, “Sorry, bro, I couldn’t help it!”

I shot him an annoyed look and reached over to shake Jen awake. “Hey Cuz, get up.”

“Yeah, I’m up,” she said, reaching into the air to stretch the fatigue from her bones.

I grabbed my shirt and swung it down on Sarah’s back, “Get up, we gotta go. Jen, get Amanda will ya?”

Serpentmon moved to wake BlackColtmon, Chickomon, and Ponymon. Coltmon was already awake. Guess he’s a light sleeper. Soon we were on our feet, alert (more or less), and once again on our way.

We walked about another two hours, stopping only once to pick some lunch, before we saw the river. It flowed from the ocean in the west toward the mountains in the east. According to the handheld, the bridge was to the east. We ran straight to the water’s edge and drank, and splashed ourselves with the cool liquid. There were other sources of water throughout the Digital World, of course, such as streams and pools, but the river was an important milestone on our journey. Knowing that we had reached our first such milestone was satisfying in a way that water alone could never be. I washed my grimy face in the river and sat down, letting the water flow between my fingers, and I made an observation about the river itself.

“Hey, look at this. The river’s flowing at a pretty manageable rate.”

“Yeah,” Sarah answered in an annoyed tone brought about by fatigue, “so?”

“So we know we have to follow this river east to reach Digital Bridge, and the river is flowing east. And we’re in the middle of a forest. Full of trees. Trees and vines-.”

She stared blankly at me, “So?”

“So you’re thinking-,” said Jen, grinning.

“Yep,” I said, “we’re gonna build a raft!”

We went to work immediately. Chickomon used his energy blades to drop four thick trees. Then he stripped them down until they were about 18-20 feet long. Then the Digimon worked together to strip away extra branches while us humans pulled vines down from the trees to use to tie it all together.

Next, with some work and creativity, we managed to get the logs tied securely and the raft in the water. It was like something out of an adventure movie, except that this was real life, and that it was weirder than any movie ever could be. We rode the current lazily, making the raft ride something uncharacteristically enjoyable about this world. We didn’t encounter a single hostile Digimon. We were able to talk and relax, and get some rest. It was just what we needed.

It was about two hours before we saw the Digital Bridge. It was at least twenty feet wide, made of stone, and almost completely overgrown by ivy-like vines. Very sturdy despite the fact that it was obviously very old.

“We’re here,” I said. “Time to get back to shore.”

I reached behind me and grabbed an unused vine. “Ready, Serpentmon?” I asked.

“Yep!”

“Then here we go.”

Serpentmon grabbed an end of the vine in his mouth and jumped onto my arm. He coiled his body like a spring and sprung up, just as I swung my arm up, causing him to shoot straight to shore. He took the vine and tied it around a tree. I tugged, making sure it was secure.

“Alright guys, pull!” My team and I pulled on the vine, bringing the raft close enough to the shore for us to jump off. The raft spiraled back out to the middle of the river and floated away. We ignored it and walked toward the bridge.


“Okay,” I asked as we stepped onto Digital Bridge, “anyone see anything here that we might care about.”

“Nope,” said Amanda, who, having lost interest, began throwing rocks into the river.

“Well keep looking,” I said. “I don’t want to stay in one place for too long.”

“Right boss,” said Jen, searching the area diligently.

I walked to the other end of the bridge and back, looking it up and down. That’s when I heard it. Explosions. Sounds of battle nearby, in the forest across the bridge.

“Sounds like someone needs our help,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We ran across the bridge into the woods, and we were nearly run over by a tall mechanical Digimon running from three large red beetles with vice-like pinchers. I pulled the computer handheld out of my pocket and scanned the four new arrivals. The machine Digimon was unknown, but the analyzer had plenty on the others.

“Those beetles are Kuwagamon, Digimon that attack with their claws and pinchers. They’re swarm insects. Based on what Dokugumon told us, that makes them Mnipulamon’s guys. They can only fight well at close range, so they’re pretty weak. Let’s only use minimal force.”

I turned to my Serpentmon and said, “Go, Initiate Digivolution!”

“Sweet!” he said. “Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”

“Me too,” said Chickomon.

“Okay,” said Amanda, “Initiate Digivolution.”

“Chickomon, Digivolve to, BrauntoPhoenixmon!”

Dragonterramon charged through the forest until he was just below the hovering Kuwagamon. “Terra Flame!” he called, firing a stream of flames strait up at one of the bugs, hitting it in the underbelly, causing it to sharply descend. Dragonterramon leaped up into a tree, using it like a springboard to launch himself strait at the scorched foe. He slashed with his claws, reducing his opponent to digital dust.

Meanwhile, BrauntoPhoenixmon spread his wings, knocking over three large trees, and took off into the sky. He spun and slammed one Kuwagamon with his tail, rose up, and dropped, catching Kuwagamon in the back with his foot, slamming it into the ground, crushing it. However, while the two Digimon were distracted, the third Kuwagamon bore down on BrauntoPhoenixmon from behind, making to sever his head with its claws.

“Braunto!” Amanda cried out, but neither Digimon could do anything. It was just too late. Everything seemed hopeless until Kuwagamon was suddenly vaporized by a beam of electrical energy coming from within the trees.

“Where did that come from?” Jen asked.

“Was that the Machine Digimon?” I wondered aloud.

“Of course,” answered a familiar yet unknown voice. We turned toward the source and saw a kid just taller than me and about mine or Jen’s age with brown hair step out of the trees, wearing a brown jacket, white t-shirt, and tattered and faded blue jeans. “My partner Mechamon and I couldn’t let my ally’s partner get killed, could we?”

“Jeremy?” Jen exclaimed.

“In the flesh,” the kid answered. He walked over just as our Digimon, now back at the Child stage again, moved to rejoin us.

“Man,” I said, “we haven’t seen you since you moved. In fact, I don’t think we’ve had any contact with you at all since that day four years ago when we were instant messaging from Jen’s! How have you been?”

“Great,” Jeremy answered, shaking my hand, “really great.”

“How’d you get here?” Sarah asked our old friend.

“Not sure,” Jeremy answered, leaning back against a tree. A small mechanical monkey-ish Digimon with outlet plugs for hands and an outlet cord for a tail dropped down from the branches to land on Jeremy’s shoulder. “By the way, this is Mechmon. Anyway, I was on my computer one day looking at old videos when I decided to take another look at the video of the net battle between the Digimon. The one that appeared that day four years ago. All of a sudden the video froze, and the video window started to glow. Then these things popped out of the screen.” He held up two devices, a Digivice and a square device that looked like a calculator. “The glowing went away, and the video file was gone. Next thing I knew I was in the forest with this guy,” he pointed at Mechmon. “We walked for awhile until we came across a small group of Digimon called Gekomon. They called us Digidestined. They lead us to their hidden village where they live with their lower form, Otamamon, and there chief, a Perfect Level named ShogunGekomon. He gave me this Tag and Crest,” he said, showing them to us, “and this third device called a Digiplayer, and they told me all about Manipulamon and my mission here, and pointed me in the direction of Digital Bridge. Now here I am.”

“This is great,” I said. “This means we’ve got another ally against Manipulamon.”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy, “that’s great. Honestly, though, I’m just happy that I found you guys. This world isn’t kind to a lone boy and his Digimon.”


I’m going to back up for a minute. Jeremy used to be one of my best friends. Then he moved up state. He had just gotten his computer set up in his new house (he’s good with computers, at least more so than I am) and was IM-ing with us at Jen’s when the Digimon battle appeared on the internet four years ago. It seems that whatever chose us to become Digidestined chose him too. Maybe that very day. It was pretty cool. A good puzzle that I hoped to solve one day, once I had more pieces.

“So,” I asked Jeremy as we walked together through the forest, “where are we going now?”

“Back to the Hidden Village. The Gekomon and Otamamon told me that there was more to know once I had found what waited at the bridge. Besides, they have food and beds!”

“Sounds good,” I said, “I’m sold!”[/Spoiler]
[spoiler=Digimon Analyzer]
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Mechamon (Adult Level)

Vaccine Type, Android Digimon

[i]Mechamon is a Digimon that stands taller than the tallest human man. His body resembles a mecha from various anime series, except for the outlet plugs that act as his hands and make up the tip of his power-cord-like tail. Any of his plug-shaped appendages can discharge electrical blasts, and his jump jets allow for short range flight. Mechamon has panels on his body that might be able to open, and he has unused tank treads on his legs. The use for these parts are unknown even to him.[/i]

Attacks:

-Tazer Blast (Fires a powerful electrical blast from his outlet-plug-like hands and/or tail in a more powerful version of his Child Level attack)
-Metal Body (Uses his superior, mechanical strength and agility to launch a physical attack)
[IMG]http://i55.tinypic.com/eiwcae.png[/IMG]

Kuwagamon (Adult Level)

Virus Type, Insectoid Digimon

[i]Kuwagamon are Adult Level swarming insects that, though large in stature and physically very strong, are actually quite easy to defeat by Digimon of comparable Level, as only the strongest of Kuwagamon are capable of attacking from a distance. Swarms of these aggressive Digimon are smaller that other Insectoid swarms. Kuwagamon make good guards.[/i]

Attacks:

-Scissor Claw/Power Guillotine (Uses its sharp-ended mandibles in a cutting/slicing attack)
-Trap Scissor (Grabs its enemy with its pincers)
[IMG]http://i56.tinypic.com/2v2irgo.png[/IMG]

Mechmon (Child Level)

Vaccine Type, Android Digimon

[i]Mechmon is a small Android/Machine Digimon resembling a monkey in both behavior and appearance. He is very agile, but is physically not very powerful. Mechmon can remain motionless for long periods of time to vastly increase his internal battery life as well as the sensitivity of his scanners. His internal batteries have the ability to continuously self-recharge.[/i]

Attacks:

-Electro Charge (Fires an energy blast from his outlet plug hands and tail)
-Acrobatics (Swiftly outmaneuvers his foe using his superior agility)[/spoiler]





[b]Chapter Six[/b], the first fully new chapter, will be up as soon as i can manage.

[legendhiro]

sorry for the serious lack of updates. i ended up moving earlier than expected. i've about gotten settled in, so you can expect more updates very soon.

[legendhiro]

so originally i gave up on this, but i think i wanna give it another go. maybe i'm taking on too much, but i think i can handle it. i'll try to get a new update ready to post later today.

*edit* strike that. i still hope to continue this, but my story notes have been lost. until i can find them, or reconstruct them, this will have to be put on hiatus.

[Divine Chaos]

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Trying to get updates out on all of my threads. I plan to either continue or close each of them down. I'm unsure what I will be doing with this particular thread. I plan on doing an almost total rewrite of this fic. For nostalgia purposes this story has changed very little since I was in middle school, despite several attempts to go back and bring it up to my more current standards. Whether or not that rewrite is posted here or in a new thread is TBD. For now I guess bump.