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    "Name's Valentina Araw, and yeah, I heard your name earlier, Adirael," she said. She raised an eyebrow at his chuckle, caught off guard for once but she chuckled along with him, considering what her answer will be. "Eh, I ended up there 'cause I was behind the times in the appearance of prisons. I was trying to free the prisoners when I didn't know it was Ironclad." Another chuckle. "You can guess how well that went. If I knew it was the infamous gulag, I probably wouldn't have tried."
    "A pleasure to meet you, and may we fight well together," Adirael replied. "I think most would avoid Ironclad if they could help it." He chuckled again and smirked. "Though you and I know better than most how lacking their hospitality is, so I'm sure you share my disinterest in ever returning to those abysmal cells." He laughed. "I was trying to help some unfortunate souls escape the D-Brigade, overreached myself, and was captured. I then spent perhaps a year in my cell contemplating matters while the guards tried their utter best to bore me with inane taunting."

    He remembered his capture well. He remembered swooping down between the Commandramon platoon and their quarry, shotguns ripping through the enemy ranks. His claws ripped through a Sealsdramon's throat. Wings beat and he dodged the clumsy volleys aimed his way as his shotguns claimed more of the enemy. He glanced back and called for the Digimon he was trying to save to run. They fled and he fought on to give them time.

    A group of Darkdramon descended, and though one fell with slugs puncturing its skull, the others were too much.

    And so he was dragged in chains to Ironclad.

    But as far as he knew, he had succeeded in saving those few, and that had given him satisfaction even as the D-Brigade's troops vented their frustration on him.

    Valentina broke him from his thoughts by continuing.

    "Bah, never liked the place. I hated it. Quickly got tired of it what with all the 'mons trying to control each other. And the selfishness, ugh. It was a lot harder to get to me since I saw through their lies. Left a long time ago. When I was... a Dobermon. Like I said, it's been a while. Been Realmless longer than I've been in the Syndicate."

    "So what about you? Are you in about the same boat? You sure ain't the kind to take advantage of others." She did a quick up and down glance of him. "And a lot more refined than anyone I knew from there."
    "Something similar to you," Adirael replied. "I served loyally for years, but I found it so empty. I talked to the priests and read the scriptures, and the more I learned, the more I saw the rot and hypocrisy permeating the Syndicate. I saw the lies and I could no longer follow such a society." He paused. "I did awful things in the Syndicate's name. I enforced their will and eventually I saw what corruption I was serving, but I could trust no one. So I left to try and find myself after leading a life of lies."

    He looked at her with a wry smile. "I might be refined, Valentina, but I'm still a demon after all. Are you really so certain I wouldn't take advantage of others if it served my purposes?"

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    Ryia Rohirrim
    Sleipmon
    Enroute to the Hordes


    "Dead. For quite some time," Goliath answered, grating his teeth. "But you knew him, I see. That's more than I would claim myself." His gaze hardened.

    “Hardly, personal, I assure you,” Ryia huffed, “We clashed a few times as clan leader to herd leader. Last time I didn't bother and made him eat the dust of my hooves to show him I could care less about his position as Alpha.”

    “And apparently his priorities were screwed around from what your word suggests.” A fool's idea to believe one's own strength was the ultimate show of power and authority, the worldview of the Unbowed truthfully. She shouldn't be surprised at Goliath's bitter reaction. In her pointed opinion, what was the point of building power for yourself, when there will always be someone stronger to take your place and any memory of your own glories forgotten. No, she awaited the day one of her brood rose up to throw her down, then she would have satisfaction. Her YOUNG. Her BLOOD. Her HERD. The accumulation of the herd's strength and fitness to echo through the generations. How could one know their young grew strong if they abandoned the herd for personal advancement? It was welcoming disaster.

    Yet, even the most hardy and stout of spirit could be wiped out in the blink of an eye as her experience proved so many years ago. Her strength meant nothing then.

    "And you won't question my warriors again if you wish to remain here alongside them." His gaze fell upon the Plutomon, too. "That stands for you as well. You want to join us. I understand. I know that need; the need to fight against this twisted world. But if you fight beside us you will leave all vendettas in the past where they belong."


    Her ears laid flat with disgust and gave a harsh snort, “Very well, I accept this for now. I, Ryia Rohirrim, the Iron Mare and last standing member and leader of the Thundering herd swear it.” The mare pull herself to her full height and bearing. “Use me however you will. A frontal attack, to their flanks, as vanguard, or to charge the steely gates of Argentum itself.” She stomped her front feet in emphasis. “I will make them regret the day they left me live.”

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    Aayaash Animikki
    Garudamon
    Enroute to the Hordes


    "You're wrong," said Jaeger, speaking in that same even tone as if he was describing the weather. "The Realmpact is code. Not just conditioning, not just an agreement. It is the underlying code of all the Realms. I have seen soldiers of the Empire invoke its power to restrain the physical movements of a foe. As a former Judge, you should have known this."

    “I meant the words I said, Wielder of Ice,” Ayas answered back, not at bothered by the MetalGururumon's criticism. “I was indeed referring to the coding of the Realmpact and the existing conditions it created for us to live by and under.” The elder's feathers pressed flat against his body, conceding Jaeger's mention of the physical manifestations of the Realmpact. “However, in all my years I never knew the coding would go so far...”

    "Elder," Homer said, gaining Ayas's attention once more. "Is this the first time you've been outside your home realm?"

    “Yes, I oversaw jurisdiction of the remote northern settlements of the Astral Order. My fellow Judges dealt with concerns in the rest of the Realm at Prahv.” Ayas explained with a low sigh, shaking his beaked head. “The greater plight of Eon did not come to my knowledge until it affected my tribe directly and I sought out resolution.”

    “Even in my years, there is still knowledge to be learned and wisdom to be gained,” the garudamon elder stepped back and extended his massive wings. He rose into the air into the tree canopy, opting to travel via the branches. Ayas would have preferred to fly overhead to work through the lingering pain, but until they were a safer distance away from Ironclad this would do.

    The binding of the Realmpact through which order is instill to prevent chaos. He'd broken through said coding as demonstrated by his joining with the Realmless. Word would evidently reach Prahv and he would be officially denounced from the Judge ranks.

    Ayas accepted this.

    The garudamon permitted himself a small smile at the ruckus it would cause in the Great Halls. A Judge had turned his back on the Realmpact. He may have been short-sighted to the greater issues affecting Eon until it was at his door step, but it would be more so for the bureaucrats holding office in their lofty assembly halls. They were the furthest removed from the digimon governed by their policies. For this reason, Ayas spent as little time as needed in the central city. How could he help properly guide his tribe and surrounding communities if he didn't know their day-to-day life?

    Ayas looked to the skies above peering through the trees. Mighty Fire Lord, Guide this humble servant of yours to the answers he seeks...

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    Sawyer
    Garbagemon
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    Titus Cloudraker
    SaviorHuckmon
    Enroute to the Hordes


    "So, what's your reason for joining Realmless?" The Plutomon said.

    “Defend the helpless, uphold the weak, undo the wicked. A blind eye I cannot turn from the Empire's actions. And so here I am,” Titus replied quietly. His words would sound cheesy to any other mon, but he lived by his Code with complete seriousness and the purpose it gave him. “As it stands, I have no home with the hordes to keep me there.”

    An another colorful expletive exploded from Sawyer's direction as the Garbagemon tossed the welder and mask into the bottomless depths of his can. Titus remembered something important at that moment.

    “Excuse me, I must have a word alone with Sawyer,” he bowed to Valentina to depart respectfully. He'd overheard Goliath's core members discussing their next designation to the Hordes. With the Realmless starting to move out, the dragon knight wish to have a word with Sawyer before they got too far away. He stepped between the dense trees, mindful of the exposed roots threatening to catch his bladed feet. Sawyer uprighted his cart then with a solid 'thunk'.

    “Sawyer,” Titus called out to his friend.

    “Yea, whatcha need Finn,” the mutant replied with an smile free of the usual scowl.

    “Earlier, you started saying something, what was it?” His horned head tilted in question. The subject seemed rather urgent.

    Sawyer paled lighter in color if it were possible. The pink mutant rubbed his now sweaty palms in nervousness, shuffling his feet in the dirt. “Uhhhmm yea about that... actually its..,” he muttered, trying to stall for time.

    The silver dragon knelt low, concern etched on his face, “Sawyer, please,” he spoke quietly, “You can speak of this to me. It's obviously bothering you.”

    The Garbagemon gazed long into the Saviorhuckmon's golden eyes with dread. He took a deep breath. “Finn, what was your ma's name?”

    The Saviorhuckmon jerked back in surprise. His mother? Why would Sawyer ask that... “Kara. Kara Cloudraker.” He didn't breathe another word.

    Sawyer closed his eyes tight and turned to face away from the dragon knight. He couldn't look Finn in the eyes. “Back at Ironclad, when I was snooping through what files I could access I-I came across an old prisoner transfer list,” he stammered out the words in a rush. “Her name was on it.”

    Titus dropped onto both knees, his chest moving with a shaky breath with the bombshell. He found he needed to lock an elbow to support himself above the ground as the news sunk in. His mother had been at Ironclad?! Impossible! Unless...

    “Finn? Hey, pal!” Sawyer called anxiously, uncertain how to reaction to his friend's unusual behavior. The mutant was about to shake his shoulder, when the dragon knight rose abruptly with an unreadable expression. Sawyer backed away quickly, landing flat on his butt.

    “Sawyer, stay close with the rest of the realmless, they'll look after you,” Titus said, his words hollow. The dragon knight stared off into the distance, almost like he was barely aware of the Garbagemon's presence. He took a few steps, before pausing. “I...I need sometime alone,” he whispered, “if anyone asks I'll join back up later with the group. I know the way.”

    With a silver-white flash, the dragon man was gone with a glint and a crash through the trees, leaving behind a fretting Sawyer.

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    Ryia Rohirrim
    Sleipmon
    The Dragon Hordes


    Hot vents of steam gushed the red form of Sleipmon as she pranced across the changing landscape. She paid no attention to the heat or sweat coating her black hide beneath the armor. The Iron Mare was forged in the unforgiving heat of the desert, this was no different. With deft movements and surefooted steps, Ryia galloped across the lava streams heedlessly and with unbridled energy. Let her new compatriots think her a silly filly, she cared not.

    Ryia slowed in her gallop alongside the BeelStarrmon with a spring in her step, sly mirth danced in her eyes. She leaned over close to Versa in the appearance of whispering, but her words were deliberately audible, “I’d hang onto that stud muffin if I were you, hon, no tellin’ when he’d get snatched up by another,” Ryia gave Surrak her own thorough look over, before arching her eyebrows at him. She kicked her legs off the ground for a spurt of speed and maybe ‘accidentally’ hip checking Versa closer to Surrak in the process.

    Ryia resumed her brisk pace across the barrens with a pleasant burn in her limbs. The pace through the forest had been a mere warm-up for the older mare after she'd dismissed her armaments into a digital mist so she didn't constantly get snagged on the overgrown vegetation. Her sharp hearing would detect potential danger with sufficient warning.

    Now while the Realmless trudged along their route to the Dragon Hordes, Ryia paraded around at full speed ahead of the group to double back and begin ahead on the other side. A waste of energy to some maybe, but for her it was reconditioning her endurance after years of in the depths of Ironclad. She'd maintained this pace for a while now and was not winded yet. Beside it wasn't as though the group as traveling that fast, not with the rusty old dinosaur bringing up the rear.

    Ryia surveyed the group to assess their apparent strengths and the way they interacted together. Perhaps, she was not herd leader, but observing group dynamics was second nature for her and it help identify stragglers. Especially familiar pink, smelly, garbage eating ones that squish easily. The mare changed the direction of her march to come up behind the preoccupied Garbagemon.

    “What do you want, grandma?” Sawyer sniped at the Sleipmon.

    “You, mutant.” She punctuated, grabbing the garbagemon roughly by the scuff and hauled his a** out from his garbage cart. Sawyer flailed mid-air in surprise, grabbing frantically to the purple white mane for security when the mare plopped him on her back. “What do you think you’re doin’, you senile old mule?” Sawyer yelled from his uncomfortably broad seat.

    “If I were so senile, then I must have been imaging the Tuwarmon guard slipping away from the garrison to reappear in another form among the cub’s Realmless.” Ryia said with a cold glare.

    Sawyer turned stone silent.

    “However, I am suppose to give you the benefit of the doubt,”

    The garbagemon breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

    “But I highly doubt the Empire would send a sniveling worm such as yourself for a spy, though why you would choose to remain in such a weak form is beyond me.”

    Sawyer huffed up indignant, shaking a fist at Ryia, “Hey, now! I’ve gotten by just fine so far.”

    “So far.” Ryia said steely, twisting her upper body to lean into the Garbagemon’s personal space. “Which means I get the pleasure of whipping your sorry kiester into shape and not a cowering pile of goo waiting to be stepped on if you still insist.”

    Sawyer scooted as far back on the mare’s rump as he could, he didn’t trust those devilish eyes. Ryia scoffed with disappointment. “A skittish foal,” she muttered. “By the time I’m done with you’ll be joining the front of the charge with the rest of us.”

    “You’re mad.” Sawyer said, eyes wide as can lids.

    “And you’re along for the ride,” Ryia called out with a scream, rearing on her backend and charging once again across the hot smoldering terrain.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

    The mutant's screams echoed across the barren landscape. His faithful(less) garbage can continued puttering along in its cart with the rest of the Realmless, ignoring its master’s cries.

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    (OOC: Titus isn't actually far from the group he's just trailing them from a distance. He just needed to process his thoughts or lose his composure a bit. I'll get another bit up with him in a new post or add it on here, depending.)
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    Versa Victa (BeelStarmon)
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    "You're welcome to join us," Goliath said. Versa had to do everything in her power not to smirk. The way he tried not to look like he was checking her out was downright adorable. It was comforting to know she could have an impact on him like this though. That could prove useful. "And as I said before; as long as you're willing to fight against the corruption of the Empire you're welcome to join with us." the BanchoLeomon continued.

    Versa smiled and gave Goliath a sly wink. "Thank you, that's all I ask."

    The group was heading out with a purpose now, on their way to meet with the dragon hordes if she heard correctly. Versa sauntered off, walking near the edge of the group. Far enough to look like she wasn't trying to buddy up, but close enough so Goliath couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her every now and then as they walked.

    Still, the land was changing. The forests were fading out, giving rise to an increasingly desolate looking landscape of rocks, steaming holes in the ground, and lava that flowed like water. And the heat, by the stars the heat was unbearable. Stupid reptiles and their fire and lava. After two years in a cold stone and metal cell, she was already starting to sweat. And it was only going to get hotter from here? Fantastic. Where was a Frigimon when you needed one?

    Versa was already starting to run every sly insult she could think to deliver the dragon hordes about their lack of climate control when, of all digimon, a Wargreymon X landed by her side. "How did someone as lovely as you end up in a place like that?" he asked. If he had tried to mask the intent as a simple inquiry, he had failed miserably. Still, Versa appreciated directness. It was rare.

    "He means to ask how someone with the full opulence of the Syndicate ended up standing against the Empire," A MetalGarurumon X said as he appeared beside the dragon. This one had tact at least, but Versa wasn't sure which approach she appreciated more.

    "Don't mince my words, ice breath," Surrak rumbled. "If I wanted to ask that I'd have asked the other one, too."

    The "Other One" huh?

    Versa followed their exchange and the subsequent nod in the Beelzemon's direction. Oh. OH. So that's how it was. Versa was going to have fun with this one.

    The BeelStarmon smirked at the two guys. "Oh, so I'm part of a set now am I?" She made a show of checking out the Wargreymon, looking utterly unimpressed. With one long, delicate finger she poked him square in the chest, almost playfully, but with enough force to slow his gait. "A word of advice. When trying to woo a lady, you're supposed to make her feel special. Hell, make her laugh and you're halfway there. But you..."

    She traced her finger up to his shoulder where she twirled a lock of his hair around her finger for just a moment.

    "You seem to think that because I'm a demon that must put me in the same boat with the "other one", right? That I lived a life of playful opulence and naivety content to bathe in the spoils of my power and looks without a care as to the heads I stepped on along the way? How boring for you to see me as just another attractive body." She turned her back to him, getting perhaps a bit too close to the MetalGarurumon X.

    "Don't think you can flex your muscles and win me over hot stuff. I prefer men who know how to talk up a lady, not talk down to one." she said, giving a slow flirty wink to Jager and making sure they both saw it. She slipped away slowly, making sure to look as sultry as possible.

    Of course, Ryia had other ideas than to let Versa have the last laugh it seemed. The Sleipmon galloped right up to Versa's side where she said. “I’d hang onto that stud muffin if I were you, hon, no tellin’ when he’d get snatched up by another,” Ryia gave Surrak a very obvious once-over before dashing off. When she did though, her hip bumped Versa right up to the Wargreymon's side again. Oh, Ryia had just bought herself a one way ticket to Versa's blacklist for this.

    Thirty different ways to make the Sleipmon's life exceedingly difficult flashed through Versa's head in the second it took for her to steady herself. She cast an over-the-shoulder look back at the WarGreymon, as though seriously considering Ryia's words, before huffing dismissively. "At least you're popular with the old ladies." she said with a pitying laugh. "I won't try to steal her stud muffin." She walked away, laughing even harder.

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    Jericho Arcos (RustTyranomon)
    Walking the Wastelands


    The heat looked like it was bothering some of their party, but Jericho found it invigorating. His oil was flowing better than ever, his joints soothed by the warm air and the steam that he didn't bother to avoid. The machine side was pleased, but his Tyranomon side was even more so. This place felt like home to him. Perhaps when this war was over, when his duty was finally done. Perhaps, if he survived. Then maybe he would return and settle here in these lands.

    One of the group approached him now. It caught the old man off guard actually, most of the group seemed to eye him with a healthy dose of distrust. He couldn't blame them, he was not only a machine, but a former soldier of their enemies. His surprise was lessened when he was it was a fellow machine that had done so. A sense of camaraderie in the OmniShoutmon perhaps?

    "Hey there. Jericho, right?" she said. "Name's Suranuras Suga, but just call me Sura. I was a former auxilary member of the D-Brigade."

    A solider? Perhaps he was not as alone here as he thought.

    "I heard plenty about you when I was in service, mainly from my husband. I have to say, I'm really happy you're on our side and I get to fight by you. It's not everyday someone I knew from the Empire, well except my brother but anyways, it's nice to see someone else from the Empire, even more so someone I knew about."

    Ah, so stories of his exploits were still told back home? By whom he wondered. Many, though not all it seemed, still thought of him as a traitor. Perhaps his example had actually emboldened some to rise in resistance? The thought was a balm for his wounded soul.

    "Seriously, it's nice to meet you."

    Jericho laughed, a hearty deep sound now that the heat had rejuvenated him. "No, the pleasure is mine," he rumbled. "I never expected to meet a fellow soldier here. I worked with many a member of the D-Brigade back in my day, though that was a long time ago."

    The old warrior took note of the scar across her chest. She had mentioned a husband too, hadn't she? This one was much younger than he was, but she had her own history, perhaps too much of it. This world was never fair with how pain was distributed. Some souls held little, while others held far too much.

    "Tell me, what stories do they tell of me? What legacy did I leave behind after my imprisonment?" he sighed, weak and heavy. "I suppose the more important question, is what did your husband have to say about me? What impression did I leave on him?"

    Jericho's eyes started to go a bit distant, a train of memories finding their way back to him. "I did too much harm to this world. Too much pain was dealt at my command. My sins are many and they are heavy."

    He looked the OmniShoutmon right in the eyes. "Why would you fawn over an old bloodstained dog of war like myself?"
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    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    Here There Be Dragons


    The demon went on to first comment on Ironclad before explaining how he got there.

    And then he said with a wry grin, "I might be refined, Valentina, but I'm still a demon after all. Are you really so certain I wouldn't take advantage of others if it served my purposes?"

    Oh this was fun.

    Valentina returned it. "Who says I won't either?"

    She held it for a moment before she let off a laugh. "Eh, might be rusty in telling the difference if that's the case, but you don't seem the type to me. Met someone a bit like you once. Not a demon, sure, but he was a Realmless from Unbowed. You don't really expect someone with manners from there." She looked at Goliath for a moment. "Well, someone who has manners and acts like a gentleman"

    She paused.

    "Or you're just really good at acting. Congrats if so, can't tell the difference. I for sure can't do that even if my life depended on it."

    Another pause as the voices reminded her of a few incidents.

    "Actually, I think it's happened a few times. Failed miserably in all of them."

    She chuckled at herself at those memories, but it was noticeably grief filled. There was a tiny part of her that wished she had done better in those times, the times when Ray was still learning about her. He had been very patient with her, despite all the difficulties she put him through. And she knew she had, several of his Realmless complained about her for the first few months but he kept his stance firm. He believed in her, even near death. As bad as she felt, she knew there was only one way to make up for it: help these guys. Speaking of that...

    "Either way, if it does come to that, no hard feelings, right?"

    And it was at that point that Valentina heard the scream of a familiar voice and saw that he was on the back of the old mare.

    Valentina let out a huge laugh.

    When it died down, the sad filled smile returned. "Heh, I remember I did that with Sunshine after I left the Syndicate..."

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    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Realm of the Dragon Hordes


    Ayaash answered simply, saying he hadn't been anywhere beyond his home realm before joining Goliath's Realmless. Then he left, likely to spread his wings and stretch some muscles. Homer couldn't blame him. Ever since he had gained his Mega form, he had found the occasional need to do the same, getting somewhat restless if he didn't fly at least once every other day. But thankfully, this wasn't one of those times, so he could just walk with the others, only using his wings to get over some nasty rocks, vents or cracks.

    That was when he noticed a voice he was familiar with...except it was screaming, very loudly.

    Homer just watched as the Sleipmon rushed off with Sawyer on her back, somewhat dumbfounded. He...hadn't expected such a comic, and familiar, situation to happen. Sura did that lot when they were still young, him a Wizardmon and her a Shoutmon, even with her about half his size. At this point, he also noticed something else, the BeelStarmon, Versa, laughing as she passed by him, not noticing him. But it wasn't her laughter as so much her words that made him raise his brow and say,

    "Stud muffin?"

    Then his gaze followed the general direction she came from and saw that Jaeger and Surrak were there. That was...odd. Then again, she had a considerable figure and it was drawing the attention of quite many of the males. It still didn't explain the stud muffin bit though. He was curious about something though. With another flap of his wings, he arrived by her side and stated to walk in stride with her.

    "Excuse me? Versa, correct? I...heard some of what you said to Goliath. My name is Homer. Homer Suga," he said as an introduction. "What did you mean when you said...show you what it means to be Realmless?"

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    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Realm of the Dragon Hordes


    The old soldier seemed surprised at her presence, though whether that's because she was a former Imperialist or just because someone approached him at all she couldn't tell. It was probably a bit of both. Either way, the dinosaur was glad to speak to her. He mentioned he had worked with D-Brigade members before and was surprised to meet a former soldier in the group. He then talked a bit, asking a few things, like about her husband and such. Or rather, he asked what kind of impression he left.

    She would've gladly answered them right away...but then the old rusty Tyrannomon looked at her straight in the eye and said,

    "Why would you fawn over an old bloodstained dog of war like myself?"

    If she was someone else, she might have backed down, she might've been scared, but she did neither. Instead, she gave a smile, one of understanding and warmth.

    "Remember, I'm one myself. Though, yeah, I'm not as old as you, but I've killed many in my service and I paid for it. Or rather, my friends and husband did. They died, not too long ago, when we fought another group of Realmless. I only survived that mission because my husband gave me his data with the last of his strength." She paused, just in case she spoke too fast, as usual. "I decided to quit. Nearly was killed that time then my brother..." She gestured to the Dynasmon in the group. "...saved me from that. He has his own 'sins' too, being an instructor in the obedience program."

    The smile became more cheerful, and confident, despite everything. "But that's why we're here, right? To at least try to make up for it." Another pause, mostly to sigh. "Anyways...well, the stories are pretty much mixed. Some said you disappeared, others said you died in combat and many more said your were a traitor. My husband, though, when he was young, only really heard of your exploits than your end. It...inspired him to be soldier, to defend the defenseless."

    A chuckle, but one not completely amused. "I know, not exactly a nice thought. But I do know that if he survived, he'd be fighting along side me and us." Her smile this time was genuinely amused. "And probably glad to meet you and that you're fighting with us. That's why I'm glad you're here. It means even that long ago, some of our 'mons realized what we were truly doing."

    She was quiet for a while, just trailing by him. Then she spoke again, once again giving a comforting smile. "Again, I know it's not much, but just know that you're not alone. At least I've got your back, and I'm sure my kuya also."
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    "Who says I won't either?"
    Adirael chuckled. "Touche."

    She held it for a moment before she let off a laugh. "Eh, might be rusty in telling the difference if that's the case, but you don't seem the type to me. Met someone a bit like you once. Not a demon, sure, but he was a Realmless from Unbowed. You don't really expect someone with manners from there." She looked at Goliath for a moment. "Well, someone who has manners and acts like a gentleman"

    She paused.

    "Or you're just really good at acting. Congrats if so, can't tell the difference. I for sure can't do that even if my life depended on it."
    Perhaps he was acting. Or perhaps he was sincere. Perhaps he was acting so well it convinced himself that he was sincere. Even he wasn't sure sometimes how deep in the blood the demon disposition toward self-interest ran. But then, if it did, he probably wouldn't have been so sickened by the hollow dog-eat-dog nature of the Syndicate.

    "I thank you for the compliment," he said. "For the time being, at least, it seems to be in both our interests to fight together with this group, so hopefully we will not see our sincerity tested soon." He widened his smile a little.

    How different this was to the duplicity and lies of the Syndicate. This mocking and goading was good-natured, at least he assumed it so on her part too. In the ruthless realm of the Syndicate, even words were like blades.

    "Actually, I think it's happened a few times. Failed miserably in all of them."
    Adirael looked at her with all three eyes, sensing the grief in her subsequent chuckle. The light edge of their jibes was gone, suddenly she seemed mournful. As though those failures had cost her in some way. It reminded him that he had been alone. Just a demon hiding beneath a white cloak fighting the Empire out of a sense of the wrongness of their ascension. He had barely interacted with anyone since he left the Syndicate. He had waved off thank yous and rewards. The most contact he'd had with anyone had been taunts hurled at him by the guards in Ironclad.

    "I didn't have the opportunity to tell," he murmured. "I was just... alone. After I left the Syndicate, I wandered without much purpose. Just fought the Empire because I felt they were wrong." He paused. "This is almost the longest conversation I've had in all that time."

    "Either way, if it does come to that, no hard feelings, right?"
    "No hard feelings," he nodded. "Though as I said, hopefully we will not see it come to that." He followed her gaze as she looked away, seeing the Sleipmon racing across the ashen terrain with the Garbagemon on her back. He heard the Plutomon laugh and chuckled with her, genuinely amused by the sight and Sawyer's distress.

    "Heh, I remember I did that with Sunshine after I left the Syndicate..."
    She was smiling sadly again, as though remembering something that pained her.

    "Sunshine?" Adirael asked gently. "I don't mean to pry. If you don't wish to speak of it, I understand."

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    Surrak Dragonclaw - WarGreymon X


    The BelleStarmon said...something. Surrak couldn't quite figure out if it was a compliment or an insult. Why she couldn't just say "thank you" like everyone else? Did she know how rare a compliment from him was? Especially if he hadn't seen her fight yet. By the Firemind, what was with these new ones? People were always taking the things he said the wrong way. "No, Surrak, we don't all live for killing everything else" when all he said was that they should be proud of being such a skilled killer. Or "No, Surrak, that's an inappropriate thing to say to someone" when all he said was that they should try to find someone or something worth their time rather than hinging themselves up on the things in their past.

    He shrugged. It didn't matter. Those things were all true. Especially there, in the heat and the fires of the Horde territory. This was home, where he belonged more than anywhere else. The only thing standing in his way was the Empire and the Realmpact. They constrained them, constrained the Hordes, and the Hordes were meant to be free; so by association they constrained Surrak as well. This place, this home of his, was where he wanted to be. Somewhere he could fight to his heart's content; a place to prove his strength and call his own.

    Surrak breathed deep, taking in the heat and the flame. He breathed out smoke and let it roll in the air around him. He could taste it; they were getting deeper into Horde territory. It was only a matter of time…

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    Jaeger Rhimewind - MetalGarurumon X


    The heat was oppressive, and Jaeger quickly realized he hated it. They had heat in in the territory of the Unbowed Clans, but nothing like this. None of this sweltering, oppressive, caldera heat. It was playing havoc with his sensors, he couldn't distinguish living bodies from the fiery earth around them, and he was forced to rely on sight and sight alone. It was disconcerting, and disquieting, and unbecoming of someone as precise as him.

    Not only that, but the smell was overpowering: the harsh acrid scent of brimstone and burning rock filled the air and assaulted his nose. He could tell some of the others were uncomfortable, but none seemed as ill-pleased. He wasn't surprised; he was a wolf, after all.

    Even the skies were filled with that same heavy black smoke, obscuring everything from sight. No eyes, no sensors. Jaeger fought the urge to snarl: they were walking blind. The Empire could be right on top of them and they'd never know it.

    Then again, neither would the Empire. It was a small comfort, and an uncertainty. Jaeger dealt in absolutes.

    Ahead of him Ajax and Surrak forged on, unencumbered by the heat and the smoke. They would, of course, be used to such an environment. This was their home. Titus, too, made easy progress over the charred ground, and Jaeger was about to protest their exuberance when the suddenly stopped.

    "What is it?" Goliath asked, stepping from behind Jaeger and making his way to the front of the line. The three dragons gazed into the smoke and the black-red sky.

    "We're not alone," Ajax said, grasping his halberd more purposefully. Beside him Jaeger could see the telltale tightening of Surrak's shoulders that always meant a fight was near.

    A blast of light plunged from the sky and seared a line in front of their ranks. A host of shapes darted through the smoke and ash, landing on a rocky outcrop ahead of them. Dragons stood and unfurled their wings. An Imperialdramon, a Slayerdramon, a Gaiomon, a Dorugoramon, a Spinomon, an OwRyumon, a Dynasmon, and a WarGreymon and a host more.

    "In the name of the Firemind, you will cease your incursion into our land," said the dragon at the center, a huge Imperialdramon Fighter Mode. "I am Imego. I am the Storm's Fury. And we will not tolerate trespassers."
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    He ran.

    Blindly through the thick underbrush, Titus ran without his usual grace, tripping up and stumbling on roots. Sawyer’s news sending him into a state of shock he wasn’t sure how to process. Emotions he’d buried long ago as a lost child returned. A sense of loss and helplessness, he’d moved beyond when he accepted he would never know what happened that day, when he returned to his home in flame and ruin. Now, he’d learned that his mother may have survived past that day and evidenced pointed to the Metal Empire.

    His father, who knew.

    He vaguely remembered the Gigadramon and Megadramon pair invading his family’s remote territory. His Wingdramon father fought them and drove them out. All this mere days before his home burned. Rogue dragons looking for easy prey was the consensus between his parents, but Titus had been too young at the time to really understand. Older now and well traveled, the dragon knight knew a digimon species could be found in more than one Realm depending on their circumstances. Did he not just fight against a Megadramon and Gigadramon, belonging to the Metal Empire, in the battle of Setessa?

    Why? Why then would the Metal Empire target his family?

    An uncharacteristic cry of fury erupted as he swiftly swung his blades in an arch, cleaving a swath of trees in his path. He kept this up for sometime, clearing a new path to vent his frustration and confusion until the old emotions burned away with the excursion. The blade on his left arm wedged itself tightly in old Oak, the energy in his swings finally diminishing. The dragon knight heaved deeply from the excessive exercise. He frowned at the wasteful movements and wanton destruction he’d just caused.

    Titus pulled his blade from the wood with a resigned sigh. Straightening up, he composed himself, whispering the Words over and over to further calm his conflicted core. His awaken Fury simmered down to a placid flickering flame. The silver dragon opened his eyes.

    The forest was quiet. His previous rampage silencing any wildlife or anyone witness to his lashing out. Standing alone here, he’d gleamed no answers to his questions. If he should ever find them. The sun hidden behind the forest’s thick canopy, Titus turned instinctively to the north to follow in the wake of the Realmless. To follow in the steps of the Words he’d committed himself to and face whatever answers come alight as he returned to the land of his birth.

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    The silver dragon flew over the barren and broiling landscape, not literally, but his movements swift and precise made it appear so. Hot steam burst from the ground doing little to hamper his progress except blowing his cape to the side. The Realmless became more visible and clearer through the thick smoke as he drew near. Finally, he caught up to the rear, joining them without a word. He moved with a slower pace now though he walked with purpose to the front of the group. The hood of his blue mantle draped over his horned head, obscuring his face and expression. He noticed Ayas had taken to walking alongside one of the newer recruits from Ironclad, the Duftmon.

    Midway, he caught up the Sleipmon and with mild surprise found Sawyer riding on her back looking a bit under the weather. The Garbagemon noticed his close friend’s return and nearly spoke up, but paused. The Saviorhuckmon’s golden eyes shined through his goggles with an emotion, not pleading, but asking for the Garbagemon to wait. Sawyer sighed, but nodded reluctantly.

    Ryia observed the silent communication with a critical eye in her peripheral. Out loud, Titus spoke as he face straight ahead, “Watch over him for me, will you? The place ahead will not be kind to him.”

    “You need not ask, young dragon,” the mare replied, sharing a knowing glare with the Garbagemon. Sawyer wilted slightly at the implications. The ominous distance grew between the two friends, when Titus pushed on to join the front of the group. He measured his pace carefully, choosing to remain just behind Surrak and Ajax as they determined the Realmless’s route.

    Such it was until, the two dragons ahead of him stopped. Titus scanned the smoke-filled skies for the disturbance that tickled at the edge of his conscious.

    "What is it?" Goliath asked as he joined the three dragons at the front.

    "We're not alone," Ajax answered. The MedivielGallantmon and WarGreymon X both tensed in anticipation. Titus did so as well, his right arm blade poised slightly upward at the ready.

    The sky burst with a blind light crossing their path as a multiple of dragons flooded in a fierce show of force and landed on rock outcroppings ahead.

    “In the name of the Firemind, you will cease your incursion into our land," said the dragon at the center, a huge Imperialdramon Fighter Mode. "I am Imego. I am the Storm's Fury. And we will not tolerate trespassers."

    “We come not as intruders, but seek audience with the Khan,” Titus projected loud and clear, gone was the quiet and humble dramon. He pulled off hood and goggles and stepped ahead of the others, a unflinching and dauntless knight. Titus could not afford to show weakness here.

    “And who dares speak to the Storm’s Fury,” Imego hissed.

    Titus buffed out his chest, “I, Titus Cloudraker of the Imperia Horde and Rheagos’s Legacy, dare speak,” he proclaimed, holding out a bladed arm in the direction of the Imperialdramon FM, Imego. He probably had their attention now, the Imerialdramon Paladin Mode, Rheagos, had been a highly respected Horde Chief for the sheer power he commanded. However, Titus often remembered the sneers and looks of disdain sent the elder dragon’s way when his back was turned for his eccentricities.

    “And you would do well to hear out our leader,” Titus shifted his head to the side, gesturing to Goliath. Not once did he break away eye contact with the Storm’s Fury.

    The knowledge that he was a level lower than the dragons present did nothing to discourage the silver-white dragon if a fight broke out. He’d been borned of the Hordes, yes, but it was the greater world at large which forged him into the dramon that stood today. The fires of his dragon spirit stirred in his golden eyes, while the blue crystal upon his chest glowed slightly with his building determination.
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    "Excuse me?" yet another manly voice called. Versa tilted her head just enough to see the source of the new voice, a Dynasmon. "Versa, correct? I...heard some of what you said to Goliath. My name is Homer. Homer Suga," he said as an introduction.

    Unlike the others so far, he hadn't yet made a point to stare at her chest. It was sad that that was a plus at this point, but when you were blessed (alternative reading: cursed) with looks like this, what could you do? "What did you mean when you said...show you what it means to be Realmless?"

    And he was paying attention. Kudos for that. Versa regarded Homer for a moment, noting the scars he bore. He had taken some hits for someone so calm and forthcoming. Then again, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't right? Rebels came in all sorts.

    "You caught that hmm?" she said as she twirled a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, it means just what it sounds like. Its a pain to have to admit it, but I have no idea if I'm what you'd call "Realmless" or not."

    The BeelStarmon sighed. "I'm a rebel, don't worry about that. But the only reason I was in that cell back there was because of the Realmpact's meddling with my fights." She tossed her hair up and back over her shoulder with a flourish of her hand before spending a little too long inspecting her nails.

    Should she open up to this guy? Nah, not yet anyway. But if the Realmpact worked its magic on her again in the next fight, it would be bad. She had to know if he knew how to break the chains on her code. If there were still chains to break anyway. Ugh. Why did this have to be so complicated? Give her something to shoot over all this philosophical postulating please.

    "I'm nervous that it'll happen again is all." she finally said, more in an effort to save face than anything else. "I can't suffer that humiliation again."

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    Border of the Dragon Hordes Territory


    Jericho was prepared for a wide variety of responses to his question. Cynicism, platitudes, dismissal, some quiet assurance that he wasn't all that bad or that he had simply done what he had to do. He was not expecting her to relate to him. Her warm smile was a pleasant surprise.

    He listened patiently as the OmniShoutmon told her story. They weren't much different, he decided. Suranuras, her late husband, and himself. All tools used up and cast aside by the Metal Empire. "I am truly sorry to hear of your husbands fate." he added at that point in the tale.

    Suranuras's smile seemed to grow as she went on. These memories, this story of hers. It was not a burden. It was her strength. The knowledge that she and her husband were inspired by his stand was also a welcome boon. This woman was strong. Stronger, perhaps, than he. Jericho would have felt shame at his own pity for himself if he wasn't still having trouble believing he was actually outside his cell. No dream of his could have conjured up this conversation though. It felt more real, more honest to him than the sunlight or the heat or the soil beneath him.

    She laughed, not quite a joyous sound, but not sad either. "I know, not exactly a nice thought. But I do know that if he survived, he'd be fighting along side me and us." She paused, a little bit of light returning to her eyes. "And probably glad to meet you and that you're fighting with us. That's why I'm glad you're here. It means even that long ago, some of our 'mons realized what we were truly doing."

    "I am glad as well." the old dinosaur said. "It does me well to know that my choices were not in vain. That more of my countrymen continue to break free of the Empire. And that you are here, honoring your husband's memory."

    They were both quiet for a while, just walking and thinking over the words they shared. Suranuras was the first to speak again. "Again, I know it's not much, but just know that you're not alone. At least I've got your back, and I'm sure my kuya also."

    Jericho gave her a respectful nod, the best he could manage with his still-stiff back. "And I will watch your back as well." he said. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. It has been..." he trailed off, his eyes going distant as his memory took him to some far off time. It was a good few seconds before he snapped back to life. "Ah... my apologies." he scratched his neck, the soft screech of metal on metal not exactly pleasant. "I have not had a real conversation in ages."

    "In the dark, always in the dark." he muttered. Turning back to her, he continued. "I've been locked in that cell since the day they shipped me away from my trial in the Empire. I lost count of the days. And then it had been months and years and perhaps longer. I know not. All I could see and feel and imagine was the dark. The cold. The rare occasion when a guard would actually speak to me through the tiny window in the door instead of passing me by."

    For a moment, Jericho looked wistful, like he would get lost in another memory at any second. But he simply said, "So thank you for speaking with me. Truly." and then he was quiet.

    After a little while longer, they were met with a group of Dragon Digimon, envoys from the Hordes. Jericho, and Versa as well, turned to the more experienced Realmless, looking to see how they should proceed.
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    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
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    Turns out, Adirael noticed her thinking out loud. Then again, it was said plainly and for anyone who could hear, so that was to be expected. As well as the demon getting curious about her words. She didn't blame him, she would be too if the roles were reversed. She did end up smiling slightly at him saying that she didn't have to talk about it unless she was willing. It once again reminded her of her two good friends.

    "Don't worry, I don't mind," she said, her smile now genuinely happy, touched by his simple gesture. She took a deep breath nonetheless before she continued, looking ahead. "Sunshine was the nickname I gave to a friend of mine, a Seasarmon named Sonnet. As soon as I left the Syndicate, I ended up meeting some Imperial patrols. They attacked and I barely managed to escape. Would've died if Sunshine hadn't found me."

    She could still remember that day when she woke up to meet the lion with a large face. She had been rather wary of her, at first. After all, all she ever knew was others trying to take advantage of her by using her compassionate side. But she knew there were strength in numbers. And seeing as the Seasarmon apologized to her for simply being too rough in handling her wounds, she soon came to trust the beast Digimon.

    "She was with a small group of Realmless, even smaller than our ragtag team here. She's dead now though, along with the others. Killed by the D-Brigade." She looked back at Adirael. "But I don't have any hard feelings for them Imperialists. After all, we got a few of 'em with us," she said, gesturing to those in question. Her grin turned amused. "Besides, if Sunshine were here, she'd would probably scold me for not trying to give 'em a chance. And Ray too."

    ...

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Realm of the Dragon Hordes


    This was an...interesting development, for lack of a better word. He hadn't realized there were rebels yet they were still affected by the Realmpact. That only made him question how exactly were they Realmless. Admittedly, he thought it was just because of his strong to defect from the Empire, and his lost faith on the pact, that made him Realmless. But it seemed there was more to that, if Versa's words were any indication.

    Then she said, "I'm nervous that it'll happen again is all. I can't suffer that humiliation again."

    Homer could only imagine. After all, if the D-Brigade had used the power of the Realmpact on him and his sister whenmthey tried to escape...and it worked...he knew for sure they wouldn't be here. It must have been harder on her if she had been alone and she seemed the type that hated to be humiliated.

    "Well, for what it's worth, if such a thing happens, I will do my best to make sure you are safe. I'm sure my sister would as well."

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    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Realm of the Dragon Hordes


    Sura listened patiently as the veteran said his share. It wasn't like there was anything she could say. She did, however, smile warmly once again when the old dinosaur thanked her, and felt a tiny bit giddy from the fact that Jericho Arcos had expressed his gratitude to her.

    "No problem, Jericho," she said.

    And she merely walked with him after that. That was, until she stopped. She didn't know what it was, or how she knew, all she could think was she felt something...

    ...and her instincts screamed that it was more dragons.

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    Homer Suga the Dynasmon

    Homer froze in his walk with Versa, the voices—his instinct—warning him. He tensed and looked to the smoke before them. There might have been nothing visible there, but somehow, he could feel it. It was but a tiny whisper but that was enough. And it turns out, it was right. Out from the black clouds came dozens of dragons, if not more. He briefly noted with amusement that one of them was a Dynasmon as well, but that faded as soon as the apparent leader, an Imperialdramon in Fighter Mode, spoke.

    He quickly decided he didn't like him, though he was willing to give him the benefit of a doubt...maybe.

    Titus quickly stepped forward, his gaze meeting the tall dragon. Homer could see in his peripheral vision that Versa seemed to looking to others, the ones he had fought with since he joined, as if unsure. For whatever reason, he couldn't imagine her being unsure. Or perhaps she was just thinking over what to do next... That was certainly more sensible, and calm, compared to his sister.

    Though, ironically, he was oh so tempted to go up in the front by Goliath's side so that he may try to delegate to him, or at least be among the first few to fight against these dragons should something go wrong, which was likely. But Goliath was the leader, so he should be making the demands and what not. Even if the lion man was hot blooded, he was certainly calmer and more willing to talk things through than, say, Surrak. And his sister had already rushed to the front, now standing behind the Ronin leader.

    So Homer decided to stay further back, but with his body tensed up and ready to fight. Or, if Goliath turns out to be not as calm as he thought, dash to the front so he might try to reason with the group.

    He knew it was unlikely, but by all that was holy, he was going to try.
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    Goliath Leonhardt - BanchoLeomon


    Imego seemed to almost spit when Titus addressed him. It was not a good sign. Titus had just name-dropped some probably-impressive dragon and this Imego character had sneered like it was nothing. He was beginning to doubt the soundness of seeking out these dragons. Ajax was already a huge pain in his *** and he actually wanted to be involved.

    "We've come to speak with those who call themselves leaders, and free, and powerful," Goliath said, stepping forward and staring up at Imego.

    "Why does the beast speak for dragons?" Imego snapped, glaring down at Titus, Surrak, and Ajax. "Are all three of you as dumb as the small one?" He thrust an extended finger down at Titus. He shook his head. "It's shameful, really."

    "They follow me because I have shown them great strength," Goliath challenged, not breaking eye contact. Years of fighting with and dealing with Ajax had taught him how to respond and act around dragons that were this strictly adherent to their dogma. I would speak to your Dragonlord, the Khan, about what threatens his borders and his territory."

    "You have no right to speak to Dragonlord Karrthus," Imego spat, his brow furrowed. Goliath caught a moment of disdain as he spoke the name. "He is the Khan Who Rises, the Tyrant of Skarrg, Lord of Nastrond. You have no right to demand anything of him, nevermind an audience."

    "Then I propose a challenge," Surrak said, stepping forward. "I challenge you, Imego the Storm's Fury. Ankham. Should I win, you will take us to Dragonlord Karrthus and we will have our talk."

    Goliath had to admire Surrak's strategy: if they displayed power over Imego he would have no choice but to grant them an audience with his ruler...and argue for that audience if Karrthus denied the request.

    "Bah, I know you, Surrak the Dragonclaw. You are a pariah, an exile," Imego scoffed, almost too quickly. He waved off Surrak's challenge. "You have no right to challenge one such as I to ankham. You, who cast off the mantle given to you."

    He was afraid - and why wouldn't he be. Any dramon would be a fool to accept a one-on-one challenge from Surrak.

    "Then I challenge you," Ajax said. He didn't move from his spot, but raised his weapon.

    "You I don't even know," Imego laughed.

    "Then you don't have an excuse to turn down my challenge," Ajax smirked. "Unless you want it known that you, an Imperial, were too afraid to accept a challenge from a nameless Wyvern.

    Goliath almost belly-laughed. Ajax had recognized the same hesitation and fear in Imego. Fear of losing, fear of being seen as weak or lesser. It was always a problem with dragons, and compounded once they were put into positions where strength was exemplified.

    Imego snarled. He launched himself into the air and came crashing down on the rocky earth before the Realmless. Ash and fiery dust went flying from the impact. Goliath stepped back as Ajax strode forward. He motioned for the rest to do the same and give the two dragons some room.

    "Homer, Jericho, Surrak," Goliath growled low, drawing the three of them nearer as Ajax and Imego began circling one another. "Be ready to intervene." He ignored Surrak's snarl of disbelief and anger. "I don't trust this Imego at all. Something about him...it just seems wrong. I know his kind. I wager I've even met him before in another life, if I believed in those things. If he's losing he'll cheat. If that doesn't work, he'll break ankham and we'll have a real fight on our hands."


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    "Don't worry, I don't mind," she said, her smile now genuinely happy, touched by his simple gesture. She took a deep breath nonetheless before she continued, looking ahead. "Sunshine was the nickname I gave to a friend of mine, a Seasarmon named Sonnet. As soon as I left the Syndicate, I ended up meeting some Imperial patrols. They attacked and I barely managed to escape. Would've died if Sunshine hadn't found me."
    "I see," Adirael murmured. "Perhaps I could have used a friend like that." His tone was not bitter, but rather melancholy. He had not had friends at any point, not truly, let alone after leaving the Syndicate. Within the Syndicate he was too disgusted by the duplicity and hollowness of their pomp and ceremony, and outside it he hadn't been sure how to act besides opposing the Empire however he could. He hadn't known others fought as he did until he had been tossed into Ironclad and the key placed somewhere it was unlikely to be picked up again.

    Valentina seemed wistful, as though fondly recalling better days. He could not truly relate.

    "She was with a small group of Realmless, even smaller than our ragtag team here. She's dead now though, along with the others. Killed by the D-Brigade." She looked back at Adirael. "But I don't have any hard feelings for them Imperialists. After all, we got a few of 'em with us," she said, gesturing to those in question. Her grin turned amused. "Besides, if Sunshine were here, she'd would probably scold me for not trying to give 'em a chance. And Ray too."
    "My condolences," Adirael said quietly. "I have seen many perish at the hands of the D-Brigade, but I did not truly know them. I merely tried to save them and failed." He paused. "I am new to the concept of fighting against the Empire alongside others, but logic would dictate that we accept help wherever we find it. Although others would suggest that we be wary." He chuckled. "That said, I am sure that many outside the Empire consider us their enemy just as some who once called it home consider us their allies. The world does not seem so black and white, convenient as that might be. We are fighting against an order that has stood for longer than perhaps any who live can remember. Some might say that would make us enemies of the world itself."

    He was silent for a short while. "So I find it reassuring to know now that I am not fighting alone." He smiled at her.

    Before the conversation could continue, dragons descended and demanded an answer for their presence in the fiery lands. Their leader, an Imperialdramon Fighter Mode, Adirael kept one eye on even as he took in the scale of the dragon force. This "Imego" drew his attention for more than raw size and power, though perhaps to a dragon those would be the only considerations. But as Titus challenged him with the name of a dragon (at least he assumed so, Adirael could claim little knowledge of the politics of this realm), Imego's sneering dismissal and the disdain in speaking his leader's name kept Adirael studying him.

    "You I don't even know," Imego laughed.

    "Then you don't have an excuse to turn down my challenge," Ajax smirked. "Unless you want it known that you, an Imperial, were too afraid to accept a challenge from a nameless Wyvern.
    Adirael smirked at that. Even if he did not understand fully the code the dragons lived by, he could see it turned into a cage to bind Imego into a duel with Ajax. But he didn't trust Imego. Something about the dragon seemed deeper than just one obsessed with his pride and honor.

    Judging by Goliath's words to Homer, Jericho and Surrak that Adirael overhead, the BanchoLeomon did not trust Imego either.

    "Met in another life," Adirael chuckled to himself. "What an odd thought." Regardless, he kept two eyes on Imego and scanned the Imperialdramon's troops with the third. He had learned long ago to focus his gaze in two places at once, all the better to be aware of his surroundings.

    ----

    Medraut's hand rested close to his rapier's hilt. Goliath had not responded to him, perhaps distracted by other matters. So the Duftmon had remained quiet the rest of the way to this point, occasionally regarding his new allies to try and gain some insight into them. But it was strange. They were so different to what he knew. He was so used to the single-minded brotherhood of the Legion that he found himself confused by these strangers. Their mannerisms, their social cues, they were things he was still learning. The Legion had its own way of acting, its own way of talking, as it were. He had barely interacted with others outside it, even after his exile. Just brief conversations after violent struggles, often to the tune of 'find somewhere safe and hide'.

    This was new indeed.

    Imego's threatening presence was almost welcome, for this he understood. He was drawing plans in his mind, taking into account the terrain and the composition of both their forces. Medraut was no general, but he had learned enough under the Legion to form a strategy. The dragons had the home field advantage, that was without question. Several of the others around him were clearly very uncomfortable with the sweltering heat, while the dragons probably considered it the equivalent of a pleasant summer breeze. Assuming they appreciated such a thing in their militaristic culture.

    As Imego jumped down to confront Ajax, it reminded Medraut of sparring with his comrades in the Legion. That had been for practice of course, either with blunted weapons or just to first blood. But this seemed decidedly more vicious. And it was about posturing, not improvement, at least from what little he had seen. It seemed wasteful.

    He turned to Titus, who was after all a dragon and would presumably understand better. "What is this ankham, precisely? It reminds me of the duels we would sometimes have within the Legion, but those duels were for honing our skills, and clearly this is not about such a thing."

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    Goliath Leonhardt - BanchoLeomon


    Ajax and Imego were relentless. The charred landscape cracked and heaved under the force of their duel; they left rivers of lava in their wake and filled the air with sparks and flame. Goliath was again reminded of just how good Ajax truly was. It had been some time; the battle against Arcades Sabboth was the last time Goliath had really seen Ajax cut loose. It was harrowing, in a way, to be reminded just how ferocious his old friend was - how much of a dragon he was despite his noble exterior.

    And yet Imego was just as terrible; he struck with unbelievable force and momentum. He was stronger than Ajax by a significant enough margin that Goliath was concerned, and despite his size he was just as fast - if not faster. Every swing of the Dunas was either dodged, blocked, or diverted from vital areas.

    Ajax's saving grace was his skill; he was undoubtedly the better fighter. Imego's strikes were heavy, wild, and telegraphed, and Ajax had a keen enough sense for combat that he knew where and how to position himself to punish Imego for his less-practiced style. All those years training with Ugin were paying off. And if it were just those attributes, Goliath would be confident in Ajax's victory.

    But Imego also held the clear advantage in mobility - he could fly - and power; not just the strength in his limbs, but the sheer force he could unleash at will in his attacks. If Ajax embodied pure draconic ferocity than Imego clearly embodied overwhelming draconic power. Ajax's skill, however great it was, wasn't enough to close that gap. And he needed to. Not just so they could gain access to the Dragonlord, but to survive this duel.

    A stiff kick sent Ajax tumbling backwards and bouncing along the scorched ground. Imego sprung back and leveled his arm-cannon at the dragon warrior. Power and light exploded from the cannon's mouth with a roar and ripped towards Ajax, who barely managed to throw up his left arm before he was overcome in the explosion.

    "Ajax!" Goliath shouted. He stepped forward only to find himself held back by Surrak's outstretched arm.

    "You do not break ankham," the Dragonclaw growled, glaring at him. "Do not disrespect Ajax's blood."

    Goliath turned wildly to the conflagration, waiting to see just what kind of damage the attack had done to his oldest friend. Despite his words, despite his frustration, he didn't want to see Ajax throw away his life on a chance.

    Imego gazed smugly down at the burning rock and glowing mass of flame that encompassed where Ajax once stood. Everything was still for a moment, and Goliath felt his fury welling up. He bared his fangs and prepared to attack - honor be damned - but something caught his eye: a flash of silver and gold, a flutter of bright crimson.

    "Royal Saber!" Ajax shouted from the flames. A bright beam of blue speared from the fire and struck Imego in the chest. The dragon was sent staggering back and Ajax emerged from the flames clad in brilliant silver-and-gold armor - no longer embroidered with sigils and runic ornamentation, but simple, sharp edges and crystal inlays. His left hand held a brilliant shield, blackened by scorch marks but undented. In his right hand, a beam lance glowed furiously.

    Neither combatant spoke another word, they simply charged one another and collided. Goliath watched intently; he'd never seen this form from Ajax - probably one of his tricks he'd picked up since they last spoke - just what had Ugin tasked him with in the last five years?

    Ajax broke Imego's guard and slashed his beam weapon across the larger dragon's exposed arm, eliciting a snarl of pain. Imego struck back with a roar, pummeling Ajax with heavy blows. Ajax was able to bring his shield up between them, but even then Imego's immense strength rolled through its protection and knocked Ajax to his knees. There was a howl and fury and then Imego's cannon lit with energy and fired into Ajax from point blank range.

    Ajax braced his shield against Imego's attack, forcing himself to remain upright as the beam forced him back and raged against his shield. Goliath could see the energy spill around him, splashing against the back of his armor; it grew hotter with each passing second.

    "Shield of the Just!" Ajax roared. The crystalline eye on his shield burst with blinding light and a massive torrent of energy howled forth. It pushed Imego's attack back and slammed into him. The dragon chief sprawled back in an undignified heap and Ajax let his cloak flutter dramatically in the hot winds rolling past him.

    "Yield, Imego," Ajax demanded, striding closer, beam lance at the ready. "It's over."

    And it was - Imego held the advantage in power against Ajax's previous form, but that advantage was rendered almost insignificant when faced with Ajax's Gallantmon X form; it was barely discernable. It then came down to Imego's flight, maneuverability, and speed of motion against Ajax's martial skill and reflexes. Imego could fly circles around Ajax all day, but without the ability to engage him in combat he would never defeat him in ankham.

    "Over? It's over when I say it is," Imego snarled. He moved to stand, but Ajax raised his lance against his throat.

    "Take us to the Dragonlord," Ajax said as he removed the weapon from Imego's face. "By right of combat I demand it. And the Firemind demands it."

    "Demand it? You don't get to demand anything of me, you nameless, bottom-feeder, drakeling!" He whirled about to the dragons behind him. "Kill them all."

    The dragons - a Slayerdramon, a Gaiomon, a Dorugoramon, a Spinomon, an OwRyumon, a Dynasmon, and a WarGreymon - hesitated for a moment before Imego snarled and roared.

    "That's an order!"


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    Versa Victa (BeelStarmon)
    Border of the Dragon Hordes Territory


    Honor seemed to be a big deal with the dragons. Even the one she knew, though he wasn't exactly a full blooded dragon like these hotheads. She was glad of that little fact after seeing Imego and his crew. All their postulating was starting to make this "ankham" thing look less like a honor duel and more like a measure of how big their egos were. Versa didn't know much about honor, but pride? That she was intimately familiar with.

    Still, she had to hand it to Ajax, the man could fight. She actually cheered when he erupted from the flames, newly digivolved and kicking Imego's tail. And, naturally, Imego was far too prideful for his own good. He was down for all of two seconds, Ajax standing over him triumphantly, when the bastard sicced his goon squad on them.

    Versa smiled. These weren't Metal Empire soldiers. No Realmpact to meddle with here. That meant she could go all-out with no reservations.

    The dragons attacked and the Realmless charged out to meet them. Versa lost sight of Ajax and Imego, so however that ended was lost to her for the moment. Instead, she came face to face with a serious looking Gaiomon.

    "You could always retreat." the black dragon offered as he raised his blades.

    "Funny, I was going to make you the same offer." Versa flashed a grin as she raised her pistols. "But I'd hate to miss using you for target practice."

    "Rinkageki!" a bolt of blue lightning tore from the dragon man's swords towards Versa. The BeelStarmon spun on her heel and leaped through the air, dodging the attack and fired a blast from each pistol. The Gaiomon quickly sidestepped, dodging the bullets, and smirked at Versa until a moment later something struck him from behind. The Gaiomon growled as he checked his back only for his claw to come back bloody.

    "Ahahaha." Versa laughed. "My bullets aren't dumb slugs of metal. No, my Fly Bullets know exactly where you're sensitive." She blew him a kiss and leveled her guns. "Wanna dance again?"

    "That trick won't work twice." The Gaiomon said. He launched forward with a burst of surprising speed, trying to close the gap. Versa fired another round of Fly Bullets, but the Gaiomon sidestepped and raised his arm. "Gaia Reactor!" An orb of energy appeared, glowing like a tiny star, before detonating in a powerful blast that obliterated Versa's Fly Bullets. Another volley of bullets fired, then another. But the Gaiomon used his Gaia Reactor to shut both down.

    Versa's brow furrowed as the Gaiomon closed the last few feet and struck with his swords. At the last moment, Versa waved her hands and the trailing ends of her muffler swung in front of her to block the blades. The Gaiomon's swords struck with an audible twang as the fabric became as hard as steel at her command. He pressed down with his draconian strength, trying to force her to the ground.

    "Told you." The Gaiomon looked absolutely pleased with himself. She couldn't help it, she started snickering at him. "What's so funny?"

    "You think you've already won." Versa managed between snickers, "Its adorable."

    Before the Gaiomon could do something besides growl at her the BeelStarmon dove backwards. Her mufflers immediately stopped blocking the Gaiomon's blades as she did and he suddenly found no resistance to his efforts. He stumbled, cursing as he tried to right himself but he was too slow. Versa bounced back off her hands and launched herself into the air. Her hair was a curtain of starlight in the bright sun, her muffler and jacket billowing shadows behind her as she raised her legs and began to spin.

    "Hurricane Screw Shot!" The guns hidden in her heels fired each time they spun to face the Gaiomon peppering him with blows as the dragon man was forced back.

    The Gaiomon managed a Gaia Reactor, the blast dangerously close to Versa's face. Her face was washed with heat as the flash of light nearly blinded her. Her attack faltered and she fell to the ground where she landed nimbly. Her opponent wasn't going to give her another chance. Already the Gaiomon bore down on her, his twin swords glowing with blue light. "Rinkazan!"

    "Double Claw!" blades folded down on the front of her guns as she leaped into the air and over the dragon man's blades. She landed behind him, driving the blades on her guns into the gaps between his shoulder armor, careful not to impale herself on the wicked blades fastened to the dragon man's own armor. Before he could even finish his outcry, Versa had him by the hair, using the Gaiomon's ponytail to flip the dragon over her shoulder where he hit the ground hard, head first. The spike on his helmet stuck fast in the rocky ground.

    The Gaiomon was stuck in an awkward position and struggling to right himself until he heard the twin clicks of Versa's handguns loading more rounds.

    "What's the matter?" she purred, "No need to get all bent out of shape."

    "You'll pay for that." he said as he struggled. Finally, he managed to free himself from the earth. He rolled to his feet only to find the cold barrel of Versa's pistol pressing into the bottom of his jaw, one end of her muffler wrapped firmly around each of his swords.

    "What was that? You yield?" she said with a grin. "Aw, you shouldn't have."

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    Jericho Arcos (RustTyranomon)
    Border of the Dragon Hordes Territory


    "You think you can take me, machine?" The Spinomon roared as Jericho stepped up to face him. "You're not even a real dragon, just a metal fake."

    "Oh?" Jericho's gears and joints creaked as he stretched to his full, rather impressive height. "I think you'll find me more than a worthy opponent. Jericho Arcos does not bow easily."

    The Spinomon let out a low growl. "Is that supposed to impress me?"

    "It used to work." Jericho said with a shrug. "The name doesn't seem to carry as much weight as it once did."

    "Well," The Spinomon roared, "At least now I know what to carve on your grave!" The huge dinosaur charged with force and fury, cracking the earth with each mighty step. Jericho braced himself, claws open to intercept. The two giants hit with a clash, the Spinomon's raw power against Jericho's indomitable resistance.

    The Spinomon managed to inch Jericho back. The RustTyranomon's feet dug trenches in the earth as he gave up ground. With a roar his opponent tried to wrench him sideways, but Jericho forcefully ducked bringing the huge cannon on his back slamming into the Spinomon's head hard enough to split stone. Finally free, Jericho took a moment to regain his solid footing as his opponent reeled from the blow.

    "Dammit, that hurt." the Spinomon snarled.

    "Looks like I'll need your name." Jericho said.

    "Strom." The dinosaur clenched his claws in anger. "Not that it'll do you any good. Sonic Slash Rain!" The blades on Strom's back shot out like javelins, each one a huge and deadly slab of razor sharp steel. Strom was too close, there was no time to dodge. Not that Jericho had that much mobility yet.

    The RustTyranomon tried to cover his vitals as best he could. A few of the blades bounced off his thick plate armor, the rusted metal sturdy enough to take that beating and more. But one caught him right in the hip joint and Jericho roared with pain as the blade pierced something important and boiling oil began to drip down his leg. The pain was like fire in his veins after so long without any real sensations. It was galvanizing and terrible all at once, a surge of feeling in circuits that had long lay dormant.

    "Is that all you've got old man?" Strom said as he slowly backed up, getting a little more space between them for his next move. "Any last words?" Blue fire was surging between his fangs even as he finished the sentence.

    "Only two." Jericho said, feeling the power flood his body. The energy grew and grew, condensing into the coils of his gargantuan cannon. "Terror's Cluster!"

    "Blue Prominence!"

    A torrent of superheated plasma tore forth from the Spinomon's mouth, scorching the earth as it threatened to melt Jericho into slag. At the same time, a massive blast of electromagnetic energy shot form Jericho's cannon, crackling with all the fury of a thunder god's lightning. The energies hit halfway between the two with a blast powerful enough to tear open the earth. Dust and stones and molten rock and clusters of super charged plasma tore out from the epicenter of the blast hiding the two dinosaurs, one flesh and one metal, in a cloud of destruction.

    When the debris and dust and ash finally settled, the two dinosaurs were standing on opposite ends of a partially molten crater, the rock glowing red hot from the sheer power that had been unleashed upon it. Both bore scars. Jericho was pocketed with burns and scrapes and dents and jagged lines where the electrical energies had tried to spot weld him. Strom was not the beneficiary of sturdy metallic armor, and bore many cuts and scrapes and a few shards of rock or metal protruding from his scaly hide.

    "Not bad, for a machine." Strom said.

    "Not bad yourself, for a bag of flesh." Jericho taunted, trying to goad him on. The blade that had been impaled in his hip had mostly melted away in the blast, and Jericho ripped what was left out with a screech of metal on metal and tossed the oil-stained shard to the dirt.

    The Spinomon growled but didn't fall for the taunt. So he had some smarts after all. Jericho took the first steps, lumbering towards the Spinomon as he built up speed. Strom charged in to meet him, the two locking claws again in the middle of the red hot crater.

    "Once my Blue Prominence recharges, you're toast." Strom said.

    "Too late." Jericho said quietly. "This battle is already over."

    "What did you-" Strom said before finding his head firmly grasped in Jericho's massive jaws. The RustTyranomon threw the Spinomon to the ground, roaring as his jaws came free. Anticipating the Sonic Slash Rain Strom was already preparing to fire, Jericho lifted one massive foot and slammed it into his opponent's exposed ribs, turning him completely sideways and sending his Sonic Rain Storm blades firing off into the side of the crater.

    With one last effort, Jericho opened his maw wide as he felt the heat welling up inside him. "Rust Breath!" The stream of scarlet flames washed over the Spinomon, rusting the blades that remained to his back and bathing him in a blazing inferno as the rock beneath him threatened to melt into full blown lava. Finally, he relented, once he was sure the Spinomon wouldn't jump back to his feet.

    "Surrender." Jericho offered. "You fight bravely, I don't wish to end you."
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