Sleepless on Broadway: PlusAngelomon Rises!
*A week had passed since their run-in with the military, until the gang found it safe to hang out together. So they met over at the local basketball court, bringing their Digimon out on the field. Most of the gang took to the stands and watched as Jermaine, Commandramon, and Angelomon played a little basketball. Chris just leaned by the fence, rather than playing with his Digimon, lighting a cigarette in his mouth*
Jermaine: *dribbling the ball* Catch, Commandramon! *passes the ball to Commandramon*
Commandramon: *catches the ball and dribbles it* Heads up, Angelomon! *tosses the ball to Angelomon*
Angelomon: Hyah! *head-butts the ball into the hoop*
Jermaine: And the little guy makes the score! Two points!!
Angelomon: Wahoo!! All right!!
Robert: *applauds* Great job, little guy!
Chris: *blows a puff of smoke* Yeah, cool.
Angelomon: *wags his tail and pants* Thanks, guys! *sees Chris smoking* Ooh, Chris, I didn't know you could produce smoke attacks!
Chris: Sure… You can call it that. *flicks the cigarette to the side* Though, I wouldn't recommend you trying it.
*Just then, Eva arrived at the court. The group turned to see her enter, though Robert noticed something rather different about his girl. Her jacket looked rather bulgy, as if something alive was hiding inside it*
Robert: Hey, Eva.
Eva: Hi. Um… Guys, I have a bit of a…predicament.
Jermaine: *raises an eyebrow* Predicament? Do people still even use that word?
Angelomon: What is it, Eva? What's the matter?
Eva: *pause* It's Salamon…
Mike: What's wrong with her? Is she sick?
Eva: No, no! She's fine, she's just…changed.
Chris: *looks over at Eva* Changed? What do you mean she's changed.
Eva: It's best if you all saw for yourselves. *zips down her jacket just a bit*
*Suddenly, a small Digimon that resembled a white cat with large ears, purple stripes, yellow gloves with claws, and a golden ring at the end of her tail popped her head out of Eva's jacket. This was Gatomon: Salamon's Champion form*
Gatomon: Hi guys!
Robert: *eyes widen* Salamon, you're a cat…with gloves.
Mike: Huh… I always thought she was a dog.
Gatomon: I'm not Salamon anymore, I'm Gatomon! *turns to Mike* And I'm clearly a cat, Mike!
Mike: Hey, don't be mad at me. I couldn't tell WHAT you were when you were Salamon.
Chris: All right, cool it, Mike. *pulls out his digivice and scans Gatomon* Gatomon. A Champion level, Vaccine type, Holy Beast Digimon. Attacks are Lightning Paw and Cat's Eye Hypnotism.
Robert: *raises an eyebrow* She's a Champion? But she's so…small.
Mike: Does this mean you're stronger than the rest of us now?
Gatomon: It definitely means I can kick some butt! *jumps out of Eva's jacket and lands in front of Angelomon* Hi Angelomon, how do I look?
Angelomon: *sweat drops* Well… I-I-I…uh… Um…
Commandramon: You look fabulous, Ms. Gatomon. *whistles*
Gatomon: *blushes and giggles* Thanks, Commandramon. *turns to Angelomon* So, Angelomon, when are you gonna digivolve?
Angelomon: Oh… Well… I don't really know. *smiles* But I hope it's soon.
Robert: Hmm… I wonder what that'll be like…
Angelomon: Maybe if you try scanning me, the digivice will tell you when or what our next digivolution is.
Robert: All right, let's try it. *takes out his digivice and scans Angelomon* Hmm… *shakes his head* Nope. Nothing..
Angelomon: *pouts* Aww…
Robert: Sorry, man. But at least it was worth a shot.
Chris: *dribbles the ball, which hits his shoe* Ugh! *kicks the ball at the fence* I'm sick of basketball!! Anything else we can do?
Robert: Like what?
Jermaine: *shrugs* Video games?
Mike: At whose house?
Jermaine: We can all chill at my place. I was thinking of getting a new game on the way. You guys wanna join me?
Robert: Your grandma okay with you bringing kids older than you home?
Jermaine: No worries, Rob, my Grandma's cool. She'd be psyched to meet you.
Mike: What game are you thinking of getting?
Chris: Like it matters… I own you all at video games. There's no challenge.
Jermaine: Ah man, you'll love this one! Wait for it… *pauses for effect* NBA Tournament 2006!
Chris: *raises an eyebrow* Seriously? Dude, it's 2007. That game's so old, I can drop it from two feet and it'd break.
Mike: Old? It only came out last year… *rolls his eyes and sighs* Never mind.
Jermaine: Okay, Marilyn Manson, what do you suggest I get?
Chris: I don't know… God of War II, Halo 3...?
Jermaine: *eyes widen* Ooh, snap! I just remembered there's a shipment of Halo 3 copies coming in today! Lets go get 'em! *runs out of the basketball court*
Commandramon: Wait up, sir!! *follows Jermaine*
Mike: His grandma lets him play Halo?
Chris: C'mon Mike! *drags Mike by the collar and sighs* I hate running!
*Sometime later, the kids and their Digimon were on their way to the nearby video game shop. As they turned the corner, they noticed the store window was smashed in. The door to the shop opened and it's owner came out, his expression showing confusion on his face. The Digimon, seeing this, quickly hid before he saw them*
Jermaine: *eyes widen* What the--!? What happened here?
Robert: Looks like it got hit by Hurricane Katrina or something!
Owner: *sighs and wipes his forehead, turns seeing the kids* Oh, kids… I'm sorry, but the shop's closed.
Mike: Closed? Looks more like it's been condemned!
Chris: Damn it! WHY ARE ALL MY FAVORITE HANGOUTS BEING DESTROYED!?!?
Robert: Take it easy, Chris. I'll handle this. *turns to the shop owner* Sir, can you tell us what happened here?
Owner: I have no idea. The window was smashed in when I arrived and all the games and electronics look like they've been…eaten or something.
Robert: *raises an eyebrow* Eaten? Are you serious?
Owner: Look. *takes out a disk with a huge bite taken out of it from his pocket* I just had a shipment of these in last week. But now look at it. *motions the outline* It's like an "animal" bit right through this! It's not just the games either, but also the game consoles, the phones, computers. You name any electrical product in my store, it's been eaten!
Jermaine: Does that include the new shipment of Halo 3 games?
Owner: 'Fraid so.
Jermaine: Dang it!!
Chris: *mutters under his breath* Digimon…
Robert: *covers Chris' mouth and turns to the owner* Oh, nothing. Are you sure you didn't see what broke in?
Owner: Positive. I haven't even had time to call Animal Control yet.
Robert: Well, if that's all you can remember, thanks anyway.
Owner: No problem. *walks back into the store* I hope my insurance covers this.
Robert: *to himself* What would want to eat electronics, and why?
Chris: *overhears Robert* Isn't it obvious, Rob?
Robert: *turns to Chris* I realize a Digimon must've done this, Chris. What I don't understand is why it would eat an electronics store.
Angelomon: *still hiding* Can we come back out now?
Chris: *motions* All right, come on out!
*Soon enough, the gang regrouped with their Digimon, who came out from their hiding spot in an alley. Walking down the street, leaving the video game shop far behind, the humans and their partners attempted to put the two-and-two together*
Mike: So if a Digimon WAS the thing that broke into that store….should I go get Veemon? I mean, in case we have to fight it or something?
Eva: Yeah, where is he anyway?
Mike: I left him hanging around a comic book store. Luckily, the owner thinks he's a hardcore cos-play character. All the same, I better go get him and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. *runs off to get Veemon*
Robert: So anyway, why would a Digimon eat all those electronics? *looks to Renamon* Renamon, is there something you're not telling us?
Renamon: Well, as far as what I "should" tell you, a Digimon would probably be required to consume any and all electrical material as a way to stay in the real world for a long period of time.
Renamon: *sighs* Some Digimon don't have the energy or enough data to stay in the real world. Without either-or, the Digimon dissolve into data and either die or return to the Digital World.
Robert: Do YOU require to eat any electronics? Because I have an old cell phone at home that broke like over a year ago--
Renamon: I assure you that you have no reason to worry; I have no desire for your phone.
Angelomon: Me neither. Heck, I don't think ANY of us need to eat any electronics. We'll be fine.
Robert: Okay, so let's focus. The good thing is that the only electronics missing are video games, consoles and cell phones so far.
Chris: *pulls out his cell phone* At least I know my cell phone's safe. Let me check something… *logs on to the news network of his cell phone's web browser* Guys, look at this. The square was hit as well. All the billboards are gone… That's a lot of power…
Robert: We better investigate! Come on! *runs off*
*As the rest of the Digidestined followed Robert, something appeared to trouble Renamon's mind. It was as if she may have an idea on who would do this, something that she has kept to herself up until now*
Renamon: Hmm… *disappears*
*Later, the group arrived at Times Square, and upon arrival they are rather shocked by what they see before them. All the electronic billboards in the area had been torn apart like paper. Whoever or whatever did this, it had no problem stealing all the energy to do so*
Eva: Whoa… Look at them all.
Robert: *whistles* All the energy has been stripped from the boards! I better call Mike and tell him to come here. He's missing out on all this. *attempts to phone Mike*
Phone Operator: I'm sorry, the number you have dialed has not been recognized. Please hang up and try again.
Robert: *examines his phone* That's odd. The phone line isn't working.
Jermaine: *looks around at the massacre of electronics everywhere* Dang… To think a Digimon did all this… *takes out his cell phone and dials a number* Let me try calling someone…
Phone Operator: I'm sorry, the number you have--
Jermaine: Nothin'… *hangs up*
Eva: *looks around and trips* Whoa!
Robert: *catches Eva* You okay, Eva?
Eva: Yeah, thanks. I must've tripped in a pothole.
*Upon closer examination, the group discovered that the "pothole" was actually a medium sized cloven hoof print imbedded in the asphalt, along with three others beside it*
Robert: Eva, that's not a pothole… That's a footprint.
Eva: Huh? *examines the hoof print* Oh, wow, you're right.
Chris: Hmm… They're not very big. But you definitely don't see footprints like this on the street.
Jermaine: *takes a close look at the imprint* Looks more like a hoof print to me.
Robert: A CLOVEN hoof print by the looks of it. *bands down to look at the imprint* Hmm… A four legged Digimon with cloven hooves. That's interesting.
Jermaine: I only see four of them. Shouldn't there be more, like a trail or something?
Robert: Hmm… That's a good observation. *observes the footprints* Judging by the prints, it looked like something jumped from a high place and landed pretty hard in the asphalt. It might not have gone very far, though. We better take a look around, see if we can find any clues.
*So the group spread out to search for the digital being. Just then, as Eva searched the street, she noticed a strange object sticking out of a bus stop sign. She reached up and plucked it out, seeing that it was a long golden tipped arrow*
Eva: Hey guys, look at this. *shows the arrow to the others* I found it stuck in one of the signs.
Robert: *inspects the arrow* Hmm… This must belong to our mystery Digimon.
Chris: Lemme see that. *takes the arrow* Hmm… The material of this arrow is too good. I've never seen anything like this.
Commandramon: I have.
Chris: Why am I not surprised?
Commandramon: I've only seen one Digimon who has ever had arrows like this in their arsenal. If what I'm to assume is true, that could only mean… *eyes widen* Oh no.
Commandramon: *turns to Robert* I'm afraid, sir, we're dealing with a rather "powerful" Digimon.
*Just then, a yawn was heard from out of nowhere. Curious as to where the sound came from, the group looked around and spotted a man laying on the sidewalk, half asleep*
Robert: Guys, hide!
*The Digimon hightailed into an alley as the Robert and the others helped the man up. The man appeared to have a massive headache, as he held his head with a look of pain*
Man: Oh, my head…
Robert: Are you all right, sir?
Chris: What were you doing sleeping on the sidewalk? You can't be a bum, 'cause you're dressed too well and you don't smell like liquor, cigarettes or feces.
Man: *groans* I don't really know. All I remember is this loud sound. Next thing I knew, I was out cold.
Eva: A loud sound?
Man: That's right. As strange as it sounds, it was so soothing… It made me so tired. *looks around* What the hell happened here?
Robert: Uh… We don't know.
Man: *scratches his head* How long was I out anyway? *checks his watch* Oh no! I'm late for a meeting! *runs off* They're never gonna believe this!
Robert: *looks to the others* Okay, so far, we know that this Digimon has four legs, uses a bow and arrow, and apparently has the power to put people to sleep.
Jermaine: I was wondering why Times Square was so empty all of a sudden. I mean, it's usually the most bustling street in the whole city. This Digimon has to be pretty "big" to put everyone on this block to sleep.
Chris: Nah, probably just the size of a rhino or something. But Jermaine has a point. If this Digimon has that much power to put everyone on this street asleep, who knows what it could do to this whole city?
Eva: Strange… Will we ever find it?
Robert: Guys, you can come out now.
*Seeing that the coast was clear, the Digimon came out from their hiding spot and made their way back to the group*
Commandramon: Couldn't but help but overhear, sir. Not that I'm scared or anything, but *gulps* I just hope we can find it…
Jermaine: Before "it" finds us.
Robert: Don't worry, guys, I'm sure you can handle whatever it is we're dealing with.
Angelomon: *looking nervous* Me too…
*Just then, a loud rumbling was heard which shook the ground. The group turned to see a convoy of military vehicles approaching them*
Mike: Oh, crap! Hide! *runs away*
*Quickly, the kids and their Digimon ran and hid in an alleyway as the military vehicles drove by, showing off incredible weapons of destruction, including a large truck equipped with an M61 Vulcan Gatling gun*
Commandramon: *whistles* What an arsenal they've got there! I think I might be jealous.
Jermaine: I guess the army already heard about the Digimon.
Robert: Looks like it. They've even got a Gatling gun attached to one of their trucks!
Chris: An M61 Vulcan. Used as the principal cannon armament of United States military fixed-wing aircraft for fifty years. Looks like Stanford got himself an upgraded version.
Mike: *looks at Chris* Read that off of Wikipedia or something?
Chris: *glares at Mike* You got a problem with that?
Gatomon: *sighs* Don't they know by now that their guns can't hurt Digimon?
Robert: Let's hope they can destroy it with that thing. If they can't… We'll have to, whether they want us or not.
Eva: Especially after the last time we had a run in with them…
Robert: *nods* How could we ever forget?
Gatomon: *turns to Angelomon* Hey Angelomon, think you can you sniff out it's scent?
Angelomon: Well… I can try. *sniffs the ground* Hmm… THATAWAY!!! *Starts jumping away*
*The gang followed Angelomon as he ran out of the alleyway, avoiding to be seen by the military. It took the group at least four minutes before they got to Broadway. Turning a corner, the group ended up at Broadway, when they noticed something rather odd: It was empty; the whole street was empty*
Chris: Damn… The Digimon must've been here already.
Angelomon: *sniffs the ground* The tracks stop here… *inhales the scent* It was right here, too.
Gatomon: *looks around, reading the signs* Phantom of the Opera, The Lion King, Rent, Hairspray…
Eva: These are all popular shows on this street. Broadway is known for it's musical theater around here.
Gatomon: Ooh… We don't have "musical theater" in the Digital World…
*Just then, Kevin walked out of a bar, which was just in front of the group, with BlackAgumon close behind him. At first, they didn't acknowledge the group, as they were distracted by one of Kevin's favorite songs on his iPod. They made a turn and soon noticed the group*
Kevin: *removes his headphones* Oh, hey, guys!
Robert: Kevin? What are you doing here?
Kevin: I always come by to chill at my favorite joint. Noticed the place was empty, figured BlackAgumon didn't need to hide.
Chris: Notice anything ELSE that's empty?
Kevin: *looks around, seeing that the whole street is empty* Whoa! I don't remember Broadway being this quiet. Unless they're shooting "I Am Legend" here today.
Angelomon: Nope! It was a Digimon! It put everyone to sleep!
BlackAgumon: Then how come there aren't any people sleeping on the sidewalk or anything?
Robert: That's a good question. Unless that Digimon had something to do with this.
Eva: What are you implying, Robert? That the Digimon just made them…disappear?
Robert: If this Digimon can put people to sleep, I'll believe anything as far as what this creature could do. Question is: Where did our friend disappear to?
*Suddenly, a loud, thunderous, continuous sheep bleat was heard throughout Broadway, breaking the glass on buildings, car windows, mirrors, and traffic lights*
Robert: *covers his ears* AAAAHHHH!!!! MY EARS!!!!
Chris: *covers his ears* EEERRRRGGG!!!
Kevin: *covers his ears and winces in pain* AAAAHHHH!!!! SOMEONE TURN DOWN THE VOLUME!!!!
Gatomon: *covers her ears* AAAAHHHH!!!! IT HURTS!!!
*Meanwhile, just a flew blocks away, the army convoy had been scouring the streets in search for their target. With General Stanford among the group, the man was determined to have this mission carried out and not to return to base empty-handed again. For public safety, he ordered his troops to clear the streets to avoid any unwanted casualties and so no civilian would get suspicious of any strange activity. They had spent hours searching for the creature, one of the men using a radio system to track positioning frequencies. That's when they heard the ear-piercing bellow of the creature*
General Stanford: Sergeant, do you hear that?
Sergeant: *rubs his ears* Sir, this whole convoy could hear it, sir. Sounds like it's on top of us. *yawns*
General Stanford: *smacks the sergeant's face* Snap out of it, soldier! Now's not the time to fall asleep! Order everyone to put their earmuffs on, now!
Sergeant: *yawns, stirs himself awake* Sir, yes sir! *turns to the other soldiers* All right, troops, you heard him! All stations proceed to have earmuffs set, on the double!!
*Quickly, and without hesitation, every soldier in the convoy put on pairs of earmuff, as to drown out the loud sound and avoid falling asleep*
General Stanford: *puts a pair of earmuffs on* Where's it coming from?
Soldier: *adjusting the systems* The readings all over the place, sir! But based on previous charts, our target's only a few meters off our current position! *sees a change* There! Target has stopped along these coordinates!
General Stanford: *takes a look* That's Broadway!
Soldier: *shouting* Orders sir?!
General Stanford: *shouting* Proceed to specified coordinates! If you see anything out of the ordinary or anything that isn't human… *takes out a magnum and cocks it* Shoot it!
Soldiers: SIR, YES SIR!!!
*Back at Broadway, the Digidestined were relieved once the loud sound came to a sudden halt. Removing their hands from their ears, they waited for their hearing to return to normal and looked all around the deserted street for the source. But there was nothing to be seen for miles and all they could hear apart from their breathing is silence*
Chris: What happened?
Kevin: What the hell was that?!
Robert: If I had to guess... Our mystery Digimon.
*Just then, galloping could be heard off the streets. The gang look around to see where it's coming from. Jermaine turned to see a shadowy figure emerge from the dust*
Jermaine: Hey, guys! Look! *points outward*
*The others turned to see a large Digimon emerging out of the dust and coming towards them an incredible speed. Its body build resembled a centaur, but with the upper torso of an anthropomorphized sheep with the lower torso of a real sheep. The upper torso appeared female, with large purple horns on its head and purple armor on its chest, shoulders, and arms. On her back, she wore a quiver, with a crossbow and several arrows inside. This was Pajiramon*
Robert: *eyes widen* Look out!
*Robert quickly pushed everyone out of the way as Pajiramon galloped on and smashed through a shop window. She then began to stuff assorted electrical appliances, including CDs, cell phones and video games into her mouth, chewing them up, and then swallowing them*
Kevin: Dude… It's a sheep.
Chirs: *annoyed* Yes, we can plainly see that… *turns to Robert* Rob, scan it! *turns to Angelomon* Angelomon, ATTACK!
Angelomon: Gotchya! *flies up into the air* DIVE BOMB!!! *hits Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *doesn't even notice the hits* Mmph! *continues eating*
Angelomon: *raises an eyebrow* Huh? That's not right! You're supposed to say 'Ouch!' when I hit you!
Robert: Let's see what we got here. *takes out his digivice and scans Pajiramon* Pajiramon. An Ultimate level, Virus type, Exalted Beast Digimon. Her attacks are Thunder Stomp, Vahnijvala, and Treasure bow. Her Lullaby Bleat is the reason people are falling asleep.
Kevin: Another Ultimate?
Chris: *sarcastically* Oh great!! She's super strong and we're too weak…
Commandramon: Oh yeah? *cocks his gun* Well, lets see how she likes this! M16 Assassin!! *fires a barrage of bullets from his hand-held assault rifle*
*The bullets bounced off of Pajiramon's backside as she still didn't notice and continued to gorge herself*
Commandramon: URG!!! WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO TURN AROUND AND NOTICE US, YOU OVER-STUFFED HAGGAS?!?!
???: Fire in the hole!!
*Suddenly, a rocket launcher was heard firing and then there was a small explosion on Pajiramon's back*
Pajiramon: *raises an eyebrow and stops eating* Hmm?
Commandramon: *sweat drops* Well… That ought to do it.
*The group and Pajiramon turned to see that the military convoy had arrived with armed soldiers and several armored hummers. One of the soldiers was carrying a smoking missile launcher in his hands*
Robert: Oh crap…
Soldier 1: That got its attention!
Soldier 2: Sir, look! *points to Robert and the others* Its those kids from that night with the giant rabbit!
General Stanford: What?! *looks through his binoculars* God damn those kids, always getting in our way.
Sergeant: Orders, sir?
General Stanford: Never mind the kids, we'll deal with them later! Right now, we've got bigger fish to fry… Or in this case, one oversized sheep to roast!
Sergeant: Yes, sir! *turns to the other soldiers* All armed units, surround the target and prepare to fire on the general's order! Move, move, move!!
*Quickly, several soldiers armed with M16 assault rifles ran out and surrounded Pajiramon on all sides, awaiting orders from Stanford as they cocked their guns and aimed them at the attacking Digimon*
General Stanford: All right, men! OPEN FIRE!!!
*The armed troops fired their guns at Pajiramon, but unfortunately, all the bullets just bounced off of not only her armor, but her body as well. After it was over, Pajiramon just stood there unwounded and brushed herself off*
Pajiramon: Humph! Was that supposed to hurt me? *pulls back her hand and swings it forward, knocking the armed soldiers in all directions* HYAH!!!
Soldiers: *being knocked away* AAAAHHHH!!!!
Chris: Well… So much for our military.
General Stanford: All right, time to bring out the big gun!
Sergeant: The Vulcan, sir?
General Stanford: You heard me! Get it set on the double!
Sergeant: *salutes* Yes, sir! *takes out a walkie-talkie and shouts into it* Bring out the Vulcan!
*The soldiers get the Vulcan set to position as Standford got on up and positioned himself behind the gun, aiming it toward Pajiramon, who fiercely stared down at the General as he loaded up the gun*
Kevin: Ooh… This ought to be interesting.
General Stanford: Cross your fingers, boys!
Pajiramon: Hmm… *charges toward Stanford*
General Stanford: FIRE!!! *fires the Vulcan at Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *stumbles backwards, covering her face from the bullets* UNG!!! AAAHHH!!!! UGH!!!
General Stanford: All right, we got it on the run!
Pajiramon: *dances around to avoid the bullets* Ugh, this is getting tiresome!
General Stanford: GET ME CLOSER!!!
Driver: Yes, sir!!
*The driver slammed his foot on the pedal as hard as he could, driving the truck towards Pajiramon at an amazing speed, while Stanford kept on firing the Vulcan at her*
General Stanford: I GOT YOU NOW, YOU OVER SIZED LAMB SHANK!!!!
Pajiramon: Enough of this! THUNDER STOMP!!!! *stomps the ground, causing the truck to lose control, flip over and crash*
Angelomon: *eyes widen* Oh no!!
Pajiramon: *turns to see the kids and their Digimon* Humph! Children…
Jermaine: Oh crap!
Pajiramon: So, you are the pathetic little Digimon who answer to humans. What are your names, traitors?
Commandramon: *growls* None of your business, lady!!
Angelomon: CATHERINE WHEEL!!! *hits Pajiramon in the face*
Pajiramon: Ugh! How dare you!! *swats at Angelomon*
Angelomon: *is hit and goes flying* AAAAHHHH!!!!
Chris: *eyes widen* ANGELOMON!!!!
Commandramon: EVERYONE GET BACK!!! *raises his right arm with a small gun connected to it* STRIKE CLAW!!! *a red laser beam shoots out and hits Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *is hit in the shoulder* Urg!!
Commandramon: *smiles* Ha!! Got ya!!
Jermaine: Uh, dude… She's still standing.
Pajiramon: *dusts off her shoulder* Congratulations, little one. You finally managed to 'hurt' me… *swats Commandramon to the side* But not enough to stop me!!
Commandramon: *lands hard on the asphalt* AUGH!!! I'm okay! Don't worry about me!
Jermaine: Dang it, we aren't strong enough! What can we do!?
Robert: I got it covered. *shouting* Renamon, front and center!
Renamon: *materializes beside Robert* I'm on it! *bounds side-to-side before leaping in front of Pajiramon, high in the air* DIAMOND STORM!!!
Pajiramon: *tries to block, but is hit by the attack* AUGH!!! *eyes widen as she sees Renamon* You!!
Renamon: *growls* Pajiramon… We meet again.
Pajiramon: I should've known you'd be here… The traitor of ALL traitors!
Renamon: We don't have to do this, Pajiramon! Stop this now, return to where you came, and no one gets hurt!
Pajiramon: Ha! I don't have take orders from you anymore! You no longer deserve the rank of General! But I do, and now I am the one giving the orders!!
Renamon: *arms glow* Last chance, Pajiramon… Leave them alone or else.
Pajiramon: Heh! You can't hurt me… *walks over to the crashed truck, picks up an injured Stanford in her hands and begins to choke him* Not as long as I have human shield!!
Sergeant: *eyes widen* General!!
Pajiramon: *laughs evilly* Just try and stop me, if you can!
Sergeant: *pulls out a gun and aims it at Pajiramon* PUT HIM DOWN, NOW!!!!
Pajiramon: Shoot me if you have the guts, human. If you do… *motions to Stanford* He dies.
General Stanford: *turns to the sergeant, gagging* Wh-What are you waiting for? S-Shoot h-h-her!!
Sergeant: B-But sir, I-I can't! I'll hit you!
General Stanford: *coughs* Shoot her… NOW!!!
BlackAgumon: What do we do? We can't attack Pajiramon without hitting the general too!
Pajiramon: There is nothing you pitiful fools can do. Except… *squeezes tighter* Watch this pitiful waste of flesh die slowly and painfully.
Gatomon: *growls* We'll see about that! *bounds towards Pajiramon* NYAH!!!
Eva: Gatomon, wait!! Come back!!
Gatomon: Lightning Paw!! *slashes Pajiramon across the face with her claws*
Pajiramon: AAAAHHHH!!!! *throws Stanford and covers her face*
Angelomon: *narrows his eyebrows* Grrr… RAH!!! *jumps into the air*
*As Stanford flew through the air, Angelomon clutched him by his shirt collar and landed him out of harm's way. Once he knew the General was safe, Angelomon flew toward Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *is hit in the chest* URG!!!! Now you've made me mad!! *pulls out her crossbow* TREASURE BOW!! *shoots double-edged golden arrows at Angelomon*
Angelomon: *flies in front of the arrows and dodges them all* Hyah!!
Chris: Look out!
BlackAgumon: I got her! Pepper Breath!! *fires a green fireball from his mouth at Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *feels no more than a singe and turns to BlackAgumon* You... TREASURE BOW!!! *fires a couple rounds*
Kevin: Look out, buddy!! *pushes BlackAgumon out of the way as the arrows hit where he stood*
BlackAgumon: Whew! Thanks, Kev!
*Chris looked to see what he could do to help, then saw a discarded grenade by the body of an unconscious soldier. He lunged for the grenade and pulled out the loop*
Chris: Eat this! *hurls the grenade and it hits one of the arrows, causing it to explode in mid-air* DAMN!!!
Robert: Chris, What the hell are you doing?! Get away from her!!
Pajiramon: Filthy human!! *runs towards Chris and knocks him down, then attempts to stomp on him*
Chris: OH CRAP!!!! *rolls away from each stomp attempt, infuriating Pajiramon*
Angelomon: CHRIS!!! *tears form in his eyes*
Eva: She's gonna kill him!!
Pajiramon: *picks Chris up by his neck* Call off your Digimon, or I'll snap his neck!!
*Chris struggled to loosen up from the Digimon's grip, but as with Stanford, her grip was too strong. He feebly reached into his pocket for his switch-blade, but his strength started to fade and he let it slip from his hand as our heroes watched helplessly*
Kevin: GET OFF HIM!!!! *jumps on Pajiramon's arm and hits her head repeatedly*
Pajiramon: Pest!! *swats Kevin away with her other hand*
Kevin: *lands backwards on the street* Man… That was stupid!
BlackAgumon: Who's gonna help Chris?
Chris: ANGELOMON!!! RUN AWAY!!!
Pajiramon: Silence, human!! *squeezes Chris tighter*
Angelomon: No!! I won't run away! You're my partner…and I'll never leave you!!
*Just then, Chris' digivice began to glow bright white, as well as Angelomon. The group, their Digimon and the military looked on in awe at what was happening before them*
Eva: *gasps* Oh my god!
Robert: Oh boy… It's time!
BlackAgumon: He's digivolving!!
Pajiramon: *confused* What the--?
Angelomon: *digivolves* Angelomon digivolve to…PLUSANGELOMON!!!!
*Pajiramon's eyes widened at the sight of the new Digimon known as PlusAngelomon. He was tall, stood up on his hind legs, and resembled a golden wolf with a pair of white angel wings on his back and a bright yellow crucifix on his chest. He also wore gray fingerless gloves and a spiked collar around his neck, along with two more on each ankle*
Sergeant: Oh god… It happened again!
Robert: *pumps his fists into the air* All right!!
PlusAngelomon: Pajiramon…put him down…NOW!
Pajiramon: You think you can intimidate me? It matters not how many forms you take; I still reign supreme!
PlusAngelomon: I don't think so… It's time you picked on someone your OWN size! CROSS BEAM!!!! *fires a laser beam from the crucifix on his chest at Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: AAAAHHHH!!!! *lets go of Chris, his limp body falls to the ground*
PlusAngelomon: Hyah!! *runs over and catches him before he hit's the ground* Chris… Are you okay?
Chris: *caughs, looks up to see PlusAngelomon* A-Angelomon?
PlusAngelomon: *smiles* Yeah, it's me, buddy. Only now, I'm PLUS-Angelomon.
Pajiramon: *growls* You are unwise to lower your defenses! *aims her bow* TREASURE BOW!!! *fires a rain of arrows toward PlusAngelomon*
PlusAngelomon: Hyah!! *knocks the arrows away with his hand* Nice try!
Pajiramon: Thunder Stomp!!
PlusAngelomon: *jumps up, avoiding the shockwave* I may only be a Champion, but you have been weakened!
Pajiramon: Rubbish!! You don't know what you're talking about, doggy! It would take two champions to stop me! Alone, you'll always be a weakling!
PlusAngelomon: *lands back on the ground in front of Renamon* Renamon, get Chris to safety! *hands Chris over to her*
Renamon: Right! *holds onto Chris and jumps away*
PlusAngelomon: CRUCIFIXION!!!! *a cross of light appears around his chest and punches Pajiramon*
Pajiramon: *is hit by the attack and drops her crossbow* AAAHHH!!!
BlackAgumon: Wow!! He's good!!
Pajiramon: Ugh… *staggers* I was merely playing games with you, pup; now, I will destroy you!
PlusAngelomon: *sarcastically* Sure, you will…
Pajiramon: You still don't get it, do you?! I am more than just an Ultimate, I represent a higher power you could never imagine!! You Champions will never understand what true power means!
PlusAngelomon: Oh yeah? But can you do…THIS? CROSS CUTTER!!!! *flies at Pajiramon, slashing his claws in all directions*
Pajiramon: *dodges each slash* Ha! You missed!
PlusAngelomon: Maybe… Or maybe, I was just buying some time all along!
Pajiramon: *eyes widen* What?!
*Just then, ExVeemon was seen flying towards Pajiramon with Mike riding atop his back*
ExVeemon: Hey guys!!
Mike: *jumps off ExVeemon's back* Did we miss the butt-kicking?
Kevin: Actually, you're just in time!
Pajiramon: *sees ExVeemon* Impossible!! *sees her crossbow on the ground and lunges for it*
ExVeemon: VEE-LASER!!! *fires his laser at Pajiramon's crossbow, quickly incinerating it*
ExVeemon: Let's see you try to fight without your little toy!!
Pajiramon: *eyes the two Digimon standing on each end* Do what you want with me! But know this… Even as I die, you'll never taste true power. Don't believe me? *motions to Renamon* Ask the one I once called General.
Pajiramon: *sighs* What's one life in comparison to millions? *turns to the Digimon* Well, what are you waiting for? Do it… DO IT!!!!
ExVeemon: *looks to PlusAngelomon* Uh… Should we?
Renamon: She wants a General's death! *a tear streams down her face* She knows when she's done; she deserves a merciful slaying.
PlusAngelomon: *feeling uneasy* All right… If you insist… CROSS BEAM!!!!
*As the two attacks swerve towards her from both ends, Pajiramon gave her last breath and closed her eyes. The attacks strike her down and she dissolved into data. The two Champions absorbed the data into their bodies, as Renamon looked away*
PlusAngelomon: It is done…
Chris: *walks up to his partner* You really did good, Ange- I mean, PlusAngelomon.
PlusAngelomon: No sweat, Chris. I'm just glad you're okay.
*Chris walks back, but they obviously seaw the pain on his face. He coughed to clear his throat, but it still hurt from when Pajiramon gagged him. He could barely breath*
Robert: *holds Chris under his shoulder* It's okay, dude, you'll be fine.
Chris: You bet I will… And if I'm not… *clutches Robert's shirt collar* I'm going to punch your lights out!
Jermaine: Hey, wait! What about the general?
Commandramon: Yeah, is he okay?
*Just then, the kids and their Digimon turned to see the soldiers slowly and cautiously approaching the group. Two soldiers walked behind General Stanford, who was still recovering from that little incident with Pajiramon. Still, he refused any help and stepped ahead of his troupe until he and the Digidestined stared each other down face-to-face*
Mike: Well, we're screwed.
General Stanford: *turns to each teen* Hmm… *looks up at PlusAngelomon*
PlusAngelomon: *looks down at Stanford* Hmm…
General Stanford: *pause* Thank you…for saving my life.
PlusAngelomon: *smiles* No need to thank me, sir. I was just doing what was right. Besides, if you had died…who would have told your soldiers to back off and let us handle it?
General Stanford: *chuckles* It seems I had you kids figured all wrong; please accept my apologies.
Robert: *raises an eyebrow, looking unsure* How do we know we can trust you?
General Stanford: I assumed that your friends were as evil and destructive as every creature who stepped into our city. It's clear at this point we don't know if all these monsters are evil or at the very least how they get here or even why. It seems that the only ones who seem to know what we're dealing with are standing right in front of me. Which is why, as of now, we'd like you to be our back up, in the event we come across a situation too sticky for us to handle. Our chance for survival rests with you young man, you and your friends.
*Robert said nothing and looked to the others, seeing if they too would approve of Stanford's proposition. Some of them looked a bit uncertain of the situation, considering their last encounter with the military. But, at the same time, they couldn't help but feel that it was the closest to gratitude as they could get. At the very least, they did appreciate their services on this day. The one who stepped up to Robert was Renamon, who gave an approving nod to Robert. It was as if he knew what she meant without words and turned back to Stanford*
Robert: We accept. *extends his hand to Stanford*
*General Stanford gave an approving smile, then shook the young man's hand. He then stepped back and offered a salute to the whole team. The soldiers followed in suit with salutes to the kids and their Digimon, with them returning the salute*
Robert: Remember who we are, General: My friends are neither pets nor simple creatures. They represent a proud race, loyal to me and my friends through and through. Willing to put their lives at risk for the safety of others and we come to learn from them as they learn from us. It's only through teamwork and trust that they stand by our side today. They are Digimon and you…may call us…The Digimon Heroes.
General Stanford: A gut feeling tells me this won't be the last we see of you.
Chris: General Stanford, sir? Do you think you could give my dad some shore leave? His name is Daniel Christie, he's a soldier fighting in Afghanistan.
General Stanford: *pause* I'll see what I can do, son. *turns to his soldiers* All right, men, back to base!
*The soldiers saluted and began to march away, as well as driving off in their armored vehicles, leaving Robert and the others all alone*
Mike: *raises an eyebrow* The Digimon Heroes? Seriously, Rob? Seriously?
Robert: What? *Shrugs* It just has this kick to it. Trust me, Mike… *slaps his back* we'll all grow into it.
Mike: Heh! I won't…
Eva: Hey… *looks around* Where'd Renamon go?
*They turn to where Renamon stood moments before, but find that she had disappeared. They had hoped to ask why that Digimon kept referring to Renamon as a "general", but now she's nowhere to be seen no matter which direction they turned*
BlackAgumon: She must've teleported while we were talking with the General.
Eva: There's something I don't get, it's like Renamon knew Pajiramon from ways back. Why was she referred to as a General?
Robert: *turns to the Digimon* Guys… Is there you haven't told us about Renamon?
Gatomon: Don't look at me, I don't know anything.
Veemon: I don't think we're the right Digimon to ask.
Commandramon: Even if we knew, it's, what you call, "classified".
Robert: *sighs* Just what I need. More secrets…
Chris: Quite frankly, Rob, it's all become routine at this point.
Eva: *puts a hand on Robert's shoulder* Don't worry, Rob. Maybe it's for the best we respect Renamon's privacy and, give it time, she'll tell us what we need to know.
Robert: *sighs* I suppose your right, Eva. Perhaps someday, we will learn more about this General business… Someday.