Page 4 of 6 FirstFirst 123456 LastLast
Results 76 to 100 of 127

Thread: Digimon: Civil War

  1. #76
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Setessa


    "A psychologist, eh," Sawyer said, as he looked at him up and down. "I can't say you look the part."

    "I agree with that," Homer said. "I certainly didn't expect to gain the power of the dragons in my next form."

    He thought about that for a moment. Now that he actually dwelled upon it, his form made some sense. He was around his sister often, and then there were her squad mates who were also dragons. His body likely assimilated some of their data, and only had enough to influence his evolution by the time he evolved into this.

    "Me? I'm just a sewer rat from good old Argentum, not some long-lost heir to the Empire's Golden Throne or anything like that, yeah." Sawyer continued, gesturing rather wildly with one hand while the other fiddle with a peel of the banana on his head. "Serious, I'm just kidding about that last part. Nope, I just play and tinker with the scrap everyone else throws away."

    "I see." He observed his can and only now realized it was on some makeshift trolly. Efficient, Homer thought.

    Then Sawyer said, "So, how'd you end up in this revolution mess? I got dragged along for the ride with Finn."

    The moment Sawyer asked that question, he flinched, bad memories bubbling up once again. But he quickly shook his head before they could do more, but it was still clear his composure was broken. He took a deep breath in, then out.

    "I uh...had a friend, he...he saw through the Empire's lies...and one of...my colleagues killed him before my eyes." He sighed. "I attacked my colleague in rage but I couldn't defeat her, so then I left to say my farewells to my sister when I nearly saw her killed by Arcades." At this point, his composure was finally returning, and he looked more like himself, if not a little saddened. "We barely escaped with out lives. We decided to join the Realmless,*and the rest, as they say, is history."

    He let out another sigh. "Excuse my attitude, but the memories are still fresh in my mind..."

    (OOC: I'll end the conversation after one more response from Sawyer so this doesn't drag out)

    --

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    En Route to Ironclad


    They soon moved on after a few minutes. The patrols were starting to become more frequent as they went, and their less graceful Ronin were making the chances of being caught higher. They were almost spotted twice because of them. If it weren't for the Crowmon, well, she was sure there would be some scrambling. She was just close enough to Goliath's group to pick up some of their conversation. The main thing she could understand was that Surrak suggested on outright fighting them, getting rid of them all.

    Sura barely restrained her scoff.

    Even she, someone who liked a good fight herself, knew that was a risky idea at best, at worst, stupid one. From what she could see, there were plenty of Sealsdramon in many of the patrol troops. Sure, they could defeat them all, but there were many, and they weren't stupid. They knew it would be better to retreat and warn others about an incoming threat than stay and fight a group consisting mostly of Mega-leveled Digimon. And the Sealsdramon were some of the best Champions in getting around without being noticed. She knew that. She was friends with one. Besides, did they really need to kill them all? Wasn't that what they were fighting against? Senseless slaughter?

    It seemed Jaeger shared her sentiments of the stupidity of the idea, while Emmara shared hers of the morality of it. She could faintly see Surrak hang his head down in what she assumed to be shame. She couldn't help herself from smiling softly. That was a good sign. He didn't let his love for battle completely override the value of life. But then she frowned. She thought of all the Digimon--okay, most of the Digimon she had fought as a D-Brigade member over the course of her job. The lives she took...they were probably just like these Realmless. They saw through the Empire's deception, and she had slain them. She felt bad about that, but she thought the best way to repay them would be to see through their goal: bring the Empire down.

    With her resolve renewed once again, she heard ofGoliath's plan. She smiled. She was glad she was convinced by her brother to join, Goliath was certainly someone she wouldn't mind serving.

    "Take 'em down!"

    She sprung into action. She dashed towards a seemingly empty patch of greenery before elbowing into it, earning her a grunt. Before the Sealsdramon could do anything, she followed it up with a punch to the back of its head. The Digimon's head collided with a tree, promptly knocking it out. Another was speeding off. She was about to attack it as well, until something hit it.

    She blinked. It was Homer. He had swooped onto the target before throwing it against a tree. Then he knocked it out with his own punch. Her smile got brighter. Homer was getting better at fighting. But...that didn't mean she'll let him out-compete her.
    Taking a break from the forums

  2. #77
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    The fighting was chaos; uncoordinated, flailing. It was fierce. It was brutal. But most importantly, it was nonlethal. Goliath could tell the others were sorely unaccustomed to fighting in such a way. They were pulling their punches - sometimes too much, other times not enough. They were stumbling over one another, unsure of where and when each opponent fell. It was likely the first time most of them had even tried fighting this way.

    Goliath grabbed two Commandramon and slammed their heads together. He spun and hurled them each into a pair of incoming Starmon before knocking all four clean across the clearing with a spinning roundhouse kick. The others might have had some trouble, but Goliath was an old hand at these "mock" battles. Sparring with his siblings, and then with Ajax and Ugin, for years on end gave him a strong sense of his limits and the limits of his opponents.

    He ducked a salvo of strafing lasers from a pair of Mekanorimon, knocked the mechanical digimon over, and then hurled their pilots from them and into the trunks of nearby trees. Beside him, Ajax casually sidestepped wild and desperate swings from a trio of Sealsdramon before dispatching them with a few stiff blows.

    Jaeger was quick to put the Empire soldiers down for the count; heavy metal fists dented armor and bruised flesh, low-impact laser blasts stunned them without causing lasting damage. But it was Surrak that Goliath worried most about. He'd - thankfully - opted to leave his Dramon Destroyer gauntlets secured at his waist, but even without them he was a dangerous opponent for weaker digimon to face. And Goliath seriously doubted Surrak's ability to hold back.

    Surrak grabbed a Beetlemon by its face and ignited his boosters. He flew forward, driving the Empire soldier through the forest, powering through the underbrush, crashing him through huge trees, leaving them splintered in his wake. He stopped suddenly and hurled the Beetlemon to the ground. And then, as if on instinct, the dragon called a condensed sphere of fire to his hands.

    Goliath was about to intervene, but Surrak spun around with a roar and unleashed his fire on the rest of the Empire forces. Combined with the rest of the Realmless' efforts, it was the finishing blow. Once the Empire soldiers were incapacitated, Goliath and Emmara set about tying them up.

    "You won't get away with this," one of the Sealsdramon snarled. "We know you, 'Codename: Bancho'. The Empire will find you and you'll pay for your crimes."

    "Let them," Goliath said, his voice calm. He stared off into the sunrise, hoping to burn that image into the soldier's mind. "We could have killed the lot of you today. But we don't. Because we're not fighting against you. We're fighting against corruption and tyranny."

    "Big talk from a terrorist," the Sealsdramon snapped.

    "When you understand, come find us," Goliath offered, before motioning for the Realmless to continue on. "And we'll show you the way."

    ==\=/==

    Their strategy worked. Leaving the soldiers incapacitated and tied up bought them time. More time than Ajax would have actually thought. And with battle boiling their blood, the Realmless made quick time through the increasingly mountainous terrain towards Ironclad. The Empire patrols were far and few between, and they were able to avoid them rather easily. Nearly an hour had passed since they'd seen the last patrol.

    "Too easy," Ajax grunted as they sprinted through the underbrush. Next to him Goliath laughed. They, along with some of the lighter-footed Realmless were ahead of the rest, while the larger, slower *cough* Tor *cough* Jasper *cough* brought up the rear.

    "You worry too much, Ajax," Goliath scolded. They skid to a stop and allowed the rest of the group to catch up. "We're headed to Ironclad. It's probably the last place they'd expect us to go. What kind of madmen must we be to purposefully go there?"

    "Yeah, 'what kind' indeed," Ajax muttered under his breath. It was in his nature to distrust when things went too smoothly. But Goliath made sense; Ironclad was remote and dangerous, and crawling with Imperials.

    "It's just beyond that ridge," Goliath said. Though how he knew this, Ajax had no idea. Goliath had clearly been planning this war for a long time. They waited, crouched behind the tree line, until the rest of the group arrived.

    "What's the plan?" Ajax asked, turning to Goliath.

    "We storm it," the lion said, smirking with teeth bared.

    "Just like that?" Ajax asked.

    "Just like that," Goliath confirmed.

    "Not much of a plan."

    "I like it!" Surrak declared.

    "What about casualties?" Emmara chimed in. "What about killing?"

    "We stick to our plan," Goliath declared, ignoring Surrak's unhappy scoff. "We keep casualties to a minimum."

    "They won't go down like the last group," Jaeger said, eyeing the prison critically. "These digimon...they're strong. They're well trained. Their job is to kill and prevent exactly what we're trying. If we handicap ourselves..."

    "Do what you can," Goliath insisted, his voice dropping grimly. "Your safety and the safety of the prisoners come first. But we're trying a new way, and I'm not looking to abandon that way so soon. We need-"

    "Problem," Ajax interrupted. He pulled their attention to the gates of Ironclad, where a small group of prisoners were being paraded out to the front. "This is new."

    "You have been as Realmless. As treasonous. As traitors," spoke an Andromon. His metallic voice amplified and echoed through the mountains. "The punishment for such crimes is nothing less than death. Have you any last words?" he asked the kneeling digimon: a Darcmon, a Saggitarimon, an Aegiomon, and a golden Rapidmon.

    They glanced up, in what Ajax could only assume was defiance.

    "Freedom to all Digimon," said the Darcmon. "Long live the Republic."

    "So be it," said the android. "Death."

    ==\=/==

    Miles Away

    The first of the Realmless' "non-victim" combatants finally shrugged off their bonds and climbed to their feet. They acknowledged the D-Brigade agents that had freed them with grateful nods, and bowed deeply in reverence of Arcades Sabboth.

    "Commander Sabboth," said the Sealsdramon. "The Realmless passed through here scant hours ago. We can mount an expedition -"

    "Why are you still alive?" Sabboth hissed, his voice quick and rasping. "Why did they not kill you?"

    "Some nonsense about justice and tyranny," the Sealsdramon answered. "What does it matter? We can -"

    "What did they say?" Sabboth insisted angrily. The Sealsdramon snapped to attention.

    "That they weren't fighting us, but corruption," he answered. "That when we understood that we should find them and join them. That they'd 'show us the way'."

    "And your thoughts?"

    "I don't know," the Sealsdramon said. "Why let us live? What could they possibly gain?"

    "What indeed," Sabboth hissed. He nodded to his soldiers, before impaling the Sealsdramon on his lance. "Dissension will not be tolerated, Captain. Hail to the Emperor." Around him, his soldiers made short and brutal work of the Imperial patrol, slicing through them with terrifying efficiency.

    "No survivors," he ordered with a sneer. "What brutes these Realmless are. Slaughtering this poor patrol when they had them at their mercy."


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  3. #78
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    Sawyer
    Garbagemon
    Setessa


    "Excuse my attitude, but the memories are still fresh in my mind..."

    “Eh, no worries,” Sawyer said, scratching the back of his head, mildly embarrassed. He really wasn’t used to other digimon taking what he said seriously with an honest reply.

    “I can kinda understand...though it was years ago, when I finally left Argentum. The Empire doesn’t give a two cents about the filth system digimon living in the sewers or the families they draft select members from for their Imperial Army.”

    The Garbagemon remained tightlipped on the exact details. He maybe a blabber mouth sometimes...okay most of the time...but he wasn’t ready to share those details with anyone, except maybe Titus. However, the Saviorhuckmon had never pushed the subject.

    Sawyer glanced to the main group of the Realmless as they began moving about. “Looks like the Boss Cat is having us move out of here, now.” Sawyer commented.

    __________________________________________________ _

    Titus Cloudraker
    Saviorhuckmon
    Ironclad Prison


    Titus kept paced with the faster Realmless. The previous battle with the Imperial patrol proved to be an easy exercise of control technique for the Saviorhuckmon. Long hours of training through the night, while Sawyer slept, were spent refining the skills of his Saviorhuckmon form to perfection, though most of time he stopped from exhaustion rather than satisfaction.

    The closer they got to Ironclad, the more his restlessness grew. As a result, he’d left Sawyer behind towards the rear as he sprinted head with the leading group.

    They paused at the edge of the forest undercover. Kneeling a slight distance away from the Bancho leader and his comrades, Titus surveyed the sight of the formidable fortress of Ironclad. Guards lined the walls and checkpoints and patrols littered throughout the valley between them and the prison wall.

    His eyes widen as Ajax brought the group’s attention to the guards escorting a group of prisoners into a line out front. The Andromon’s voice carried to within his hearing range.

    "So be it," said the android. "Death."

    “We won’t make it to the gates in time.” Titus said tersely. He rapidly considered his options, but found he had few. Except that form. He cursed inwardly. The Saviorhuckmon hated rushing himself in using it, especially since the form was so new to him.

    Perhaps, Titus should have waited on Goliath’s orders first, but years of acting on his own instinct were a difficult habit to kick after joining a team out of the blue.

    Titus rose and stepped back from the group. “Give me space,” were his only words of warning as closed his eyes in concentration. The crystal on his chest glowed with a blue radiance. The blue light engulf him, obscuring his silver armored form. The light rapidly expanded, pushing and toppling over trees, before solidifying into a mammoth reptilian form.

    CANNONDRAMON!” He called out in a low gruff voice. The massive cannons resting on his back glowed, making the air around them hazy, with building power. Even before the three turrets reached their maximum output, Titus released their energies in hurry to act before the prisoners were executed.

    DYNAMO CANNON!” The triple cannon assault surged forth, sailing over the heads of the other Realmless and the prisoners below.

    However, he wasn’t prepared for the recoil of his cannons, causing him to stagger backwards. The motion altered the trajectory of his laser blasts. Instead of targeting the open ground between the prisoners and their guards to throw the area into disarray, the triple beam assault impacted with the ground directly where the guards and the Andromon stood….
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  4. #79
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Setessa


    Homer listened to the Garbagemon intently. He didn't comment on what he said though. There wasn't anything he could say, but he was glad that the Garbagemon took it well though he didn't seem to at first. But one of the things he said, something about the Empire not caring about the families of those they recruit, made him wonder...how many Digimon in the army actually volunteered? His sister and her friends did, and so did many of the subjects he worked with when he was instructing for the obedience program, but he never met anyone from the armed forces outside of those. He was wonder what other atrocities has the Empire comitted.

    It made him sick to his stomach.

    He was snapped back to the present when Sawyer commented that the "Boss Cat" was getting them to move out. Homer turned and indeed saw that Goliath and the others were ready to leave, including his sister, who had a suspiciously wide smile on her face. He rolled his eyes. She had "forgotten" to tell him and she nearly "left him behind"...not.

    He stood up. "Yes, indeed," he said. He turned to the Garbagemon and gave a slight bow. "It was a pleasure talking with you, Sawyer." He was being honest about just talking with the Digimon, even if it did bring not-so-pleasant memories. "Perhaps we should talk again sometime."

    He spread his wings and took off after them, or rather, his sister, who he could see had started chuckling.

    --

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Ironclad


    They had travelled far after they had tied up and incapacitated that last patrol. Though she wondered where they got the ropes, she was happy at their success. But she was also suspicious at the same time. Ever since that patrol, they hadn't really seen that many on their way to the maximum secuirty gulag. The last one they passed was hours ago, how many, she didn't know. She was never good in keeping track of the exact time. She could guess, yes, but it certainly wasn't with the "Metal Empire precision" one would expect. Either way, very little patrols were a little troubling, even when she heard a reasonable explanation from the Bancho.

    Sura knelt down not too far from said Bancho, so she could hear anything else they might be planning. Apparently, she didn't really need to as the plan was simple, storm the prison. Ajax thought it was too simple, but Surrak liked it. She was also glad for the simplicity, which meant the only thing she had to worry about was accidently hitting prisoners and teammates. Goliath reminded the team that they were still going to do things non-lethaly. She chuckled at Surrak's scoff.

    Then Ajax said, "Problem."

    Sura, too, looked to where Ajax was talking about and saw what it was, an execution. She gritted her teeth. Dang it! Of course this happens, they were having it easy so they could handle this wrench in their plans a little better. A little. Fate had an odd sense of humor. Titus was quick to act and warned of his transformation...and in his place was a hulking lizard with two equally large cannons. He fired and was pushed back from the recoil, hitting some of the guards.

    Then someone rushed out that hit another one of the guards--specifically, the ones who were about to execute the prisoners--as they scrambled to get a handle on the situation. She flinched as she saw the Digimon slam his target's head into the ground before throwing it against another guard. She knew who it was, and, though she knew why he had reacted that way and so quickly, she still couldn't help but be surprised.

    It was Homer.

    --

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Ironclad


    The events over the past few hours seemed to mesh and blur. He didn't get any chance for sleep--though he did manage to take at least one cat nap--and it was making it hard to keep track of what happened. Though he did used to stay awake throughout the night and sometimes all the way to the next morning, that was usually from reading, not from physical exertion. He did remember that they had managed to defeat--but not kill--a few patrols of sorts. He did help after all.

    He managed to keep pace with the front group, but mostly because he was flying low and near them. When they stopped, he landed, tuck his wings and taken the oppurtunity to doze off and rest. He would be of little use if he didn't. But then he heard Ajax say there was a problem. Worried, he opened his eyes and looked, and then he froze. There were several guards, their weapons at the ready, on the yard near the prison...and there were ready to kill four prisoners. It wasn't the act itself that froze him, it was what was exactly happening.

    Just like when Azareal killed Boron.

    He reacted as soon as Titus fired. He opened his wings and dashed straight towards them. The blast surprised the guards and made the rest--the ones inside Ironclad--try to control the situation. He set his sights on one of the guards near the blast. His fist grabbed its face then slammed it into the ground. He saw another come after him and he threw the one held at the oncoming Digimon. The thrown Digimon was dazed and Homer could tell it was close to passing out, but the hit Digimon pushed the other off.

    Homer huffed and readied to attack. He won't let what happened to Boron happen again on his watch.

    Protect.

    He crossed his arms as the guard attempted to shoot him.

    Spare.

    He sped forward and hit his enemy's weapon before throwing the Digimon over his head and on the ground. It was going to shoot him but he punched its gut, knocking the wind out of it.

    It was going to be hard to beat them without killing them...

    He felt the hands of another 'mon grab his shoulders. His new opponent was close to smashing him against the dirt, if Homer hadn't spread his wings, pushing away the arms holding him.

    ..but it was glad that they were ordered to. He'd rather not kill his former kin.
    Taking a break from the forums

  5. #80
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    Ironclad Prison

    Goliath led the Realmless charging towards the prison. He smirked to himself, thinking how Ajax's comment of "a problem" had actually benefited them. With the prison's attention focused solely on the execution, they were woefully unprepared for Titus's--and later Sura and Homer's--sudden onslaught. They weren't even able to get the gates closed before Homer led the charge through. Goliath, Sura, Gabrielle, Jasper, Sawyer, and Ajax were right behind him.

    The rest of the Realmless fought on the outside, gathering up the to-be-executed and ushering them to safety.

    Ironclad was a massive structure. Its walls were thicker than Bolas was tall, and made of an alloy Goliath had to assume was a type of raw chrome digizoid alloy. The walls were high, manned by dozens of guards. Automated turrets stood along each of the four corners of the prisons walls, with several massive guard towers spaced between them. At the center of the prison was the control tower, a huge structure of burnished metal with an observatory at the very top.

    Goliath was cautious to avoid ending up in the prison's courtyard, surrounded on all sides by armed sentries. They wouldn't last long separated from the rest of the Realmless outside the prison. He leaped up the inner walls dashed along the walkways, barreling through the prison's guards and keeping their focus off the fighters below. From the corner of his eye he saw Ajax mirror his actions on the other side. The automated turrets on the towers above them suddenly exploded: Jaeger swooped by, picking off the prison's weaponry while Ayas and Valerious dealt with the scrambling air support.

    The heavy iron gates of the prison blew open, and flew off their hinges as Surrak used a huge WarGrowlmon as a battering ram, driving it through and into the far wall of the prison. The rest of the Realmless flooded in, and charged towards the control tower.

    "Capture the warden!" Goliath ordered. He nodded to Jaeger and Surrak, and the two took off. They crashed through the tower windows and smashed back out the other side with a WaruMonzeamon tumbling in front of them. The warden landed with a heavy thud, and the two Realmless threw him over to the center of the courtyard, and at Goliath's feet.

    Goliath smirked, drawing his blade as he stepped forward. Around them the prison guards halted their fighting for fear of the warden's safety. Goliath hauled the bear up by the scruff of his neck and pressed his sword against the warden's throat.

    "My name is Goliath," he said, his voice snarling low. "I'm sure you know all about me, don't you?"

    "Yes!" the WaruMonzeamon yelped. He squirmed in Goliath's grip. "Oh, please don't kill me!"

    "I'm gonna ask you a question, and I expect an answer," Goliath said, ignoring the weepy digimon's cries. "How do I remove the inhibitor collars from your prisoners?"

    "What? Are you crazy!?" the WaruMonzeamon shouted, suddenly forgetting he was neck-to-blade with an enemy combatant. "These guys are worse than you! I've been tasked with keeping these psychos and animals contained! Are you kidding me?"

    "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Goliath growled low, pressing his blade closer for emphasis.

    "I've never even met you before, how would I know what you look like when you're kidding?" the warden shouted.

    "Infer by his tone of voice," Ajax deadpanned, glaring at the prison guards. "And tell your people to stand down and surrender. Or we'll see just how much stuffing we can pull out of you before you cooperate."

    "Gah!" the warden flailed his arms shouted panicked orders to his men. Then they, too, raised their hands in surrender.

    "Now. How do I remove the collars?" Goliath reiterated.

    "Y--you c-can't," the warden squeaked.

    "I don't have patience for your excuses!" Goliath roared, drawing the warden closer to his snarling fangs.

    "O-only the w-w-warden c-ca--"

    "Stop right there!" shouted a voice.

    Anything the warden might have said was suddenly cut off as a salvo of energy bolts knocked Ayas, Sura, and Valerius from the sky. More blasts strafed through the courtyard, forcing the Realmless to backpedal. Goliath kept his hold on the warden, but was separated from the rest.

    Goliath glanced up as numberous digimon dropped down from the sky and landed along the walls of the prison. Justimon. Dozens of them. They stood on all sides, surrounding the Realmless. It was exactly what Goliath had been hoping to avoid. One Justimon stepped forward.

    "In the name of the Metal Empire and the Realmpact. You are under arrest," he declared.

    Goliath studied his body language; perfect stance, poised, ready to move and counterattack if necessary. He saw how all the others differed to him and seemed to wait on his command. He was their leader, if appearances were to be believed.

    "Arrest? What a laughable concept for your Imperial lot," Goliath mocked, baring his fangs. He made sure his hold on the warden was secure, and brought his blade up between himself and the Justimon commander.

    "Imperial law decrees that you be punished," the Justimon avowed. He stood tall, and Goliath forced down the bile in his throat at hearing someone believe so foolishly in something as corrupt as 'Imperial law'.

    "I am not subservient to the laws of your empire," Goliath snapped angrily.

    "The law of the Realmpact--"

    "I am not beholden to that either," Golaith roared, he felt his battle aura flare around him, and took note of the Justimon contingent shift into a fighting stance.

    They moved as one, with perfect coordination. They were trained. These weren't simple reinforcements. There was no way, no time, for the warden's distress call to have reached a base and organized this group of fighters in the minutes it had taken him and the Realmless to breach the walls. That meant these Justimon were already out looking for them.

    "I have been tasked with apprehending you and bringing you to stand trial for your crimes." the leader declared confidently.

    "'Trial'? What a farce!" Goliath sneered. He raised his weapon. "The only trial you'll have from me is one of combat!"

    The contingent of Justimon stepped forward, moving in unison, ready to attack. Goliath reacted quickly, hurling the warden behind him to the rest of the Realmless and dropping into his own low stance. But the Justimon leader stopped them with a raised hand. And as one, they stepped back into position; a perfect formation again.

    "So be it," their leader said. He stepped forward. "I, Ral Zarek, commander of the Imperial Justice Corps, hereby authorize this trial by combat." He leaped from the high walls and dropped down into the courtyard, he made his way slowly towards Goliath. "I volunteer myself to serve as prosecution in this trial." He settled into his stance. "And as always, let Justice be the judge."


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  6. #81
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    Titus Cloudraker (Cannondramon)
    Outside Ironclad Prison


    The mammoth Cannondramon managed to regain his footing after the explosive power he’d sent tearing towards the prison. Moments after his initial assault, the Empire Siblings dashed forward in the confusion to make way for several of the Realmless to make passage for the main gate, Sawyer included.

    Titus lumbered forward, frustrated at his slow progress in this form, to the main gate, but halted when it shut after the first group entered. He growled, wanting to be at the head, but reluctantly accepted he’d only be hindered inside due to his size. Wall turrets peppered his rear flank, pinpricks really. His heavy armor protected him, but the prisoners that were to be executed were not.

    The Cannondramon pounded the ground thunderously, situating himself between the prisoners and Ironclad’s armements. He swiped his thick, long tail at approaching Imperial guards, tossing them a fair safe distance away. The cannon on his chest armor released short, powerful bursts on the prison walls to destroy the external turrets. The outer chrome digizoid walls themselves were more resistant to his attacks.

    Turning his long neck to the four prisoners at his feet, his voice boomed, “Climb onto my back, I’ll get you to safety.”

    With assistance from a few of the other Realmless, the four prisoners held on securely to his back. Titus reared on his hind legs to pivot in a different direction sharply, his forelegs shaking the ground with a shudder after dropping them. He sprinted (as much as a 15 ton dinosaur with heavy armor and cannons can) back to the trees to deposit his passengers.

    Before Titus attempted to return back, his body glowed briefly and shrank in size. The now Saviorhuckmon stumbled to his knees in exhaustion, that had been the longest he’d used his Cannondramon form yet. Resolute, the dragon knight stabbed a sword into the ground and pushed himself to his bladed feet.

    He proceeded to return to Ironclad, when one of the former prisoners grabbed his upper arm to gain his attention, “Wait, who are you?”

    “Goliath’s Realmless,” Titus answered, unwaveringly. “Remain here, I must rejoin my comrades.”

    The Saviorhuckmon took off in a rush back down the ridge to Ironclad, before more questions could be asked of him. Ignoring protesting limbs, the dragon knight covered the distance more quickly, while evading stray attacks. By the time he returned to the battle ground, Surrak had battered through the main gates with an unlucky Wargrowlmon.

    __________________________________

    Aayaash Animikii (Garudamon)
    Skies above Ironclad


    The winged judge dove through the skies agilely amidst the confused Imperial aerial fighters. With his razor sharp talons, Ayas seized an unsuspecting Gigadramon by its metal wings and rocketed downward with the cyborg in hand. Crushing the more fragile component enabling the hybrid dragon to fly, the Garudamon flung the dramon swiftly into the ground, forming a deep depression.

    Ayas soared higher into the sky with a mighty flap of his wings, bypassing more Imperial soldiers. Above them, his feathered body bathed itself in a crimson aura.

    “Wing Blade!” With a loud battle-cry, Ayas released a flaming bird, sweeping over the backs of their enemies. Several aerial soldiers caught a blazed and their internal munitions exploded from the resulting heat. They crashed to the ground.

    The Garudamon pressed on till he was over the prison. The judge remained stationary in the air, witnessing Goliath’s success at capturing Ironclad’s Warden. During his inattention, a powerful bolt of energy struck his backside, sending Ayas pummelling to the courtyard below...

    __________________________________

    Ironclad Courtyard

    The Justimon swarmed around the Realmless. Titus hurried to the fallen Garudamon’s side, placing a clawed hand on his shoulder. Ayas’s eyes were closed tight with pain as he attempted to push himself up on trembling arms.

    “Take it easy, elder, let me help you.” Titus said quietly, slinging an wrinkled arm over his shoulder carefully to support the larger bird man. His golden eyes flickered up occasionally at the Justimon lining the prison’s towering walls as their leader spoke addressed Goliath.

    “I’ll be fine, young dragon,” the Garudamon rasped, his wings sagging weakly. “It’ll just be a little while before I can take to the skies again.”

    Nonetheless, the elderly judge leaned on the silver knight as he helped the Garudamon shakily to his feet. Ayas breathed heavily as the searing burns on his back and wings robbed his older body the strength to stand properly. His vision blurred momentarily and then cleared. His keen eyes focused on the Justimon Commander.

    A look of disdain passed briefly over the Judge’s normally passive features. Ral Zarek. His Justimon Corp were the ones who evicted his Tribe off their land in the name of the Realmpact and the Empire. Once again, he was helpless to prevent the Empire from spreading their own rule and decrees.

    Titus watched on as the Bancholeomon faced off with Zarek. His own dragon fury demanded he fight the oppressors , but his Code prevented him from leaving the wounded Ayas vulnerable.

    Another thought entered the back of the Saviorhuckmon’s mind: Where was Sawyer?

    __________________________________

    Sawyer (Garbagemon → ???)
    Inside Ironclad Prison


    Sawyer scrambled behind a low retaining wall for cover. The arrival of the Imperial Justice Corp on top of the brutal chaos enfolding the prison had pushed Sawyer to the limits of his courage. Being one of the smallest in the Realmless made it easy to scurry away and hide unnoticed. However, his current cover wouldn’t last for long with the multitude of destruction occurring outside.

    Darting in a direction further into the prison, the small Garbagemon found a metal door left ajar. Just inside the door was a seemly abandoned security checkpoint with a guard booth. Sawyer hurried through the open gateway only to hear the pounding of footsteps rushing from farther down the hallway on their way to the same door Sawyer entered through. With no other options, the mutant digimon threw himself into the guard booth and hid underneath the counter behind a metal cabinet.

    Several Ironclad guards ran through the checkpoint to reinforce security outside. Sawyer waited until the steps of the guards had faded, though he’d heard a few guards remaining outside the door to keep watch. Unable to go back the way he came, Sawyer zipped out of the guard booth into a long barren hallway. Trying a handful of doors that were locked, he found one that opened with ease and dived headlong into the dark room, resulting in a clatter of noise and falling objects.

    Sawyer felt along the object covering his head- a pail? He stumbled to his feet and felt for a switch, turning on the light. Apparently, he’d found a utility closet of all places! Wading through the mess of brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies, the Garbagemon rubbed his arms while pacing in the small space. What the hell? What in the name of the four Sovereigns was he doing?!

    He smacked himself for his cowardice.

    “Alright, sh*t-for-brains, you’re not doing this anymore! No more running. Titus is out there risking his life and you’re hiding in a d*mn closet!” He shamed himself. “Some friend you are….”

    “I have to get back outside…” Sawyer muttered more determined, though still shaky from adrenaline. “But I have to get around quicker with guards swarming this place without sticking out like a sore thumb…”

    “Crap…” Sawyer knew what he had to do and didn’t relish it one bit.

    A glowing light flashed, where there was once a pink, stout Garbagemon, now stood a tall and imposing Tuwarmon. Sawyer despised this form for it represented the forced servitude that stole his Tuwarmon father from their family, even though he was stronger this way. Titus didn’t know that his friend had this form for the better part of a year, when on one occasion Sawyer had to desperately fend for himself.

    Stepping out through the closet door, Sawyer raced through the hallways, trying to find a different route outside to the courtyard. Around one sharp corner, he nearly bowled over an Andromon lieutenant and his two Guardomon escort.

    “Why aren’t you with your post, mutant?” The Andromon lieutenant demanded harshly.

    Sawyer stammered a reply while trying to snap a sloppy salute, “Ju-just transferred yesterday, Sir! I-I haven’t been assigned to a position or platoon yet!”

    The Andromon glared at the Tuwarmon balefully. “Fine. Stop by the armoury for your species standard gear pack and report to the north gate to reinforce Fireteams Foxtrot and Bravo.”

    “Y-Yes, Sir, but I-I haven’t been oriented or granted full clearance yet…”

    The Andromon gritted his denta in annoyance, tossing the disguised Sawyer a keycard to the armoury. “Down the hall and two lefts! Hurry up and get back to the courtyard, you incompetent idiot!”

    Sawyer caught it and continued past the Imperial guards to the armory, ducking behind a corner at the first opportunity. He exhaled a shaky breath, relieved they’d bought his impromptu act.

    “Tuwarmon trash...I don’t understand why we have to rely on that dimwitted filth.” The Andromon lieutenant said, his voice fading with distance, but not before Sawyer could hear him finish: “I’ll be glad when the Capital rids us of them and their ilk.”

    The newly evolved Tuwarmon closed a fist tightly with barely contained anger, his closed eyes hot with tears of anguish. Everywhere he went, sneers greeted him. Weak. Pathetic. Disgusting.

    Except for Titus and the Realmless. Granted most of the Realmless had been indifferent to him, which was a step up from previous experiences. Some even spoke civilly to him despite his crudeness and smelliness.

    And he’d bailed on them in a panic. He was pathetic.

    Sawyer glanced down at small keycard in his much larger and stronger hands. A crazy idea forming in his mind, the Tuwarmon hurried in the direction the Andromon guard had unwittingly given him direction and access to. Perhaps, he wasn’t familiar with this form’s stealth abilities yet, but his Pop had been quite extensive in teaching him how to keep a low profile, blend in, and… create distractions.

    Perhaps he could give Goliath and the rest of the Realmless a fireworks display.

    _________________________________


    ??????
    Lower Levels of Ironclad


    Deep within the thick walls of Ironclad, the clinking of metal echoed softly in the pitch black darkness. No light shone in the cell or through the thick metal door from the hallway. Nor sounds penetrated the solitary confinement from the surface above. Instead, vibrations shuddered through the dank cold walls and floor, creating the first external stimuli in the cell in a long time. The cell’s occupant stirred.

    A single green eye opened and a hellish feline growl pierced the darkness.
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  7. #82
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Inside Ironclad


    Things went from problem to just the right way then to bad. Scratch the last one, it had turned worse.

    After Homer attacked, she charged as well. The two of them together suddenly attacking led to a quick defeat to the guards outside. The armaments started shooting at them. She flew straight up a wall and then crushed several of them. The skies were starting to get filled with the guards who could fly. Since Homer was dealing with those on the ground, she took to the skies, along with the Judge and the Crowmon.

    It was going fine, she saw that Goliath and the others had gotten the warden, but then she felt a powerful blast hit her square on the back. Her vision swirled as she crashed. She vaguely heard her brother shout her name and support her to she could sit up. Her sight eventually cleared and what she saw answered her question on who in the world was strong enough to shoot her out of the sky.

    It was the Justice Corp.

    Oh great, she thought. The Empire's most powerful and "righteous" enforcers. This was the last thing they needed, especially at a time like this. And they were surrounded. The only bright side was that their "trial" was going to be between Ral Zarek and Goliath. She found it funny they both believed in justice, and yet were enemies, because the justice that the former thought was justice had been corrupted. But either way, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the Realmless are going to be attacked and killed if they didn't do something. Unfortunately for her, her head was still dizzy from the fall. It didn't help that she was hit in a healed wound. That dent in her back was starting to hurt again. Besides, it wasn't like plans were her thing.

    So what were they going to do?

    --

    Lower Levels of Ironclad

    The area shook ever so slightly. If this were anywhere else, she wouldn't have thought much of it. But this was Ironclad, the most secure prison of the entire Metal Empire. If the ground shook, that meant something was going on, and that wasn't supposed to happen. Not in here. No, something big, something significant, was transpiring on the surface, and that something was powerful. She knew, and if it was shaking the place around it, all the way deep to the ground, then it was causing trouble.

    She opened her eyes, greeted with the same dull and dark prison cell. They were smart in putting her in a cell where she couldn't see the outside. She would've figured out the patrol shifts and attacked them when they least expected it. They also put that damned collar on her. She had been trying to figure out how to shortcircuit it or get rid of it but it was clear it was clamped tight on her. And she had no idea how it run. She has been here since she had been captured.

    And now the guards would surely be busy trying to secure Ironclad, some going up to handle whatever was there, while others secured the most dangerous cells. That included hers, why else was she in one of the lowest floors? So that in the chance that she got out, they would have time to handle her. And she would take advantage of that, because there was only one kind of group that she could think of that would even think of attacking this place.

    Realmless.

    She had to find a way to help.

    She stood up and neared the wall where she had first been pushed through. A few moments passed, and she still felt the shaking from the events above. She wouldn't be able to escape right now. Whatever the collar was doing, it outright cutoff her powers. But that didn't mean she couldn't cause a commotion. It wasn't like she could make them worried that she might get out.

    She backed all the way to the other end of her cell, then tackled the "door". It made a resounding clang, but there was no dent, not that she didn't expect that. Her full strength wasn't with her, if at all. Besides, she wasn't trying to break out. She backed up and repeated the action and another clang echoed. She did this, again, and again, and again, all the while still sensing the rumbling. But then she faintly heard something else, something closer.

    She smirked. The guards were coming. They were wondering what she was doing. Good. That meant less were being diverted elsewhere. She knew it wasn't much, but every little thing counted. Personally for her, it was better than sitting still and doing nothing anyways.
    Last edited by TheCharredDragon; 16th March 2016 at 1:45 AM.
    Taking a break from the forums

  8. #83
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    Ral Zarek's fist slammed into Goliath's, and a shockwave of power threw them both back. Goliath dug his claws into the stone and skid to a stop, while Ral landed with a flourish and swung back into the attack. Goliath met his charge, blocking a huge haymaker, but succumbing to a number of smaller, pointed strikes to his vitals. He fought back with a sudden drop-kick, but Ral vaulted over Goliath's legs and landed a kick of his own to the back of the lion man's head.

    Goliath landed hard but scrambled up to his feet, expecting Ral to attack him when he was down. But the Justimon simply stood there, watching him patiently. Only when Goliath was on his feet did Ral spring back into the fray.

    ==\=/==

    "This isn't good," Jaeger muttered, watching the fight. So far, the Justice Corps had declined to intervene. But the wolf was sure - despite their talk of "fairness" and "justice" - that they wouldn't hesitate to step in and finish the fight if it looked like Ral was losing.

    Not that he was, of course. The Justimon had Goliath on the ropes. He was just as strong as Goliath, it seemed. And he was a good deal faster. And he had a cyborg's endurance. If he didn't just outright beat Goliath into the ground, he'd simply outlast him.

    That would leave them to fight off the rest of the Corps. Three dozen Justimon. They couldn't beat that. Jaeger himself could take two of them...maybe. Ajax perhaps another two. Surrak would undoubtedly take on three or four more than either of them...and six more than he could realistically handle. Ulysses and Emmara could hold their own. But they'd all end up captured or dead before long.

    "We need a plan," Ajax said, mirroring Jaeger's sentiments. "There's too many of them. And too many of us to simply retreat into the forest again. Not if we want to free the prisoners as well."

    "Bah," Surrak scoffed. "Then we simply crush them first."

    "Not a real option," Ajax said. He glanced around, taking in each of the thirty-six Metal Empire soldiers.

    "What kind of dragon are you?" Surrak growled mockingly.

    "One that wants to stay alive," Ajax shot back. He grabbed the warden. He was coming with them. "How do we release the inhibitor collars?"

    "No way!" the warden shouted. "Justice Corps is gonna beat your butts and then you'll get your own collars."

    Ajax snarled and tossed him to Ulysses in frustration. This was getting them nowhere. They needed to get the prisoners out and contain the Justice Corps...somehow.

    "Trap them in the prison," Ajax said. Jaeger glanced at him in surprise. "Get the prisoners out and somehow hold the Justimon here long enough to escape."

    "Lead them into the lower levels," Jaeger said, a plan forming between the two. "Contain them. Use the prison to keep us apart."

    "And then bring it down on their heads!" Surrak bellowed. He readied his claws in anticipation. "Let's get to it."

    Ajax nodded to Jaeger and then glanced over to Ulysses. "Get the warden to talk. Get him to either hand over control or release the prisoners. We'll take care of the rest."

    Ulysses said nothing, but the stinging spike emerged from one of his hands. The warden paled and flinched.

    "Hold him there, Goliath!" Ajax called out just as their leader was doubled over by a blow to the gut. "We're working on a plan."

    Goliath caught the next blow slammed Ral Zarek into the ground, grinding his face into the stone. "Yeah. Because I was just playing around until now?" He snarled in frustration as Ral broke his grip and flipped him to the ground. "Just hurry up!" he said, fighting against the Justimon's hold.

    "Justice Corps! After them. Don't let them escape!" Ral ordered, maintaining his grip on Goliath's arm. The Justimon leaped from their perch, and the Realmless made a dash for the prison interior.


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  9. #84
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    Prison Interior

    A Justimon leapt in front of the Saviorhuckmon’s path. Titus let loose a fireball from his mouth into the Justimon’s face to obscure his vision, allowing him and Ayas to quickly bypass the cyborg. The dragon knight swiftly swiped out with a bladed leg into the Justimon’s side as they rushed forward with the rest of the Realmless into the interior of the prison. Alarms blared deafening with the rising smoke littering the courtyard.

    Running through tight and confining quarters was becoming quite the trend, Titus absently noted. The silver knight supported the older Garudamon as they ran until the Judge could carry on his own. A pair of guardomon appeared from an adjacent hallway as they burst through the guard station separating the courtyard to the inner rooms. Ayas grabbed the two mechanisms in his massive sharp talons and slammed the pair together, leaving them in a crumpled heap.

    “Do we have any idea on where we need to head?” Titus called out, looking over his shoulder for their pursuers.
    _______________________

    Sawyer (Tuwarmon)

    Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

    He was lost.

    Down the hall and two lefts! How he possibly screw those simple instructions up! Sawyer cursed his own bad luck with vague instructions. Maybe he didn’t go down the hall far enough or he went too far. The blasted Andromon probably meant for him to go through a door entry rather than another open hallway.

    Either way, he was back to square one. Halting in his run, Sawyer discovered a security gate obstructing the rest of the hallway. Gribbing the bars, Sawyer pulled and yanked experimently, but the strong metal gate held firm. He readied his Mantis Arm weapon and spun around in rapid sequence to strike the blades on the bars to break through, though the techinque was very sloppy. Finally after multiple attempts, a large enough gap formed so he could slip through and continue down the hall.

    As he went around another corner, Sawyer realized he’d enter what appeared to be a row of offices. Despite the urgency of the situation, his nosy curiosity perked when spotting a closed door simply labeled, “Records.”

    Finding the door secured locked with a key code, Sawyer fumbled through his pockets for a necessary item. Withdrawing the talismen, he held it up in front of the keypad and closed his eyes in concentration.

    “Digi Ninpou: Inja Fukkatsu”

    Sawyer waited. And waited. No change. The mutant digmon glared menacingly at the talisman and growled. The talisman flashed briefly after a full minute as though mocking him. The keypad bleeped loudly with an audible click unlocking the door.

    Sawyer wasted no time slipping in and proceeded to mosey through the prison’s records for any useful intel.
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  10. #85
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    Jaeger swept through the prison, a pair of Justimon hot on his heels. He curved through a stairwell and dipped through narrow hallways. But he was running out of room, and he knew he couldn't win a hand-to-hand fight against the Justice Corps. He sent a pair of rockets screaming backwards and exploding into the ceiling. He expected to drop it atop his foes, but the heavy metal held fast.

    He frowned at the unexpected turn, but recognized an opportunity. He just needed to test something...more.

    Jaeger braked hard, boosters flaring to a stop, and the Justimon streaked past him and into a wall. He wasted no time and let loose with a huge blast of frozen power. It struck the Justimon and spread, encasing them in a thick block of ice and pinning them in place. With them cleared away, Jaeger pitched and turned and raced deeper into the prison, following the handily-illuminated signs towards the control room.

    ==\=/==

    Ajax tumbled back as a Justimon landed a swift kick to his chest. He and Ulysses had entered the north gate of the prison courtyard with their warden hostage, but they'd been pursued by more of the Justimon than the others. Ajax had volunteered to stay back and hold them off so that Ulysses could "convince" the warden to hand over control of the prison.

    So far, it wasn't going well. It was no wonder Goliath couldn't get the upper hand against that Ral. The Justimon were unrelenting. Ajax wielded both halves of his weapon, parrying and deflecting the Justimons' blows as they came at him. He was thankful for the narrow hallways - it prevented them from using their more heavily-armed weaponry. There was no room for them to swing the massive fists of their Accel Arm or the cumbersome blade of their Critical Arm. It also meant that he could avoid being simply overrun by them, and fend off a few at a time in the narrow confines.

    Still, it was only a matter of time before he tired, and it wasn't exactly easy for him to maneuver his weapons either. But he had to hold off until Ulysses could get to the control room. That was where - if Ulysses could "convince" the warden - they'd be able to both release the prisoners and disable their inhibitor collars.

    Suddenly, the five Justimon facing him leaped back and pressed themselves against the wall. From their midst, a sixth Justimon charged, his Accel Arm fully extended forward, making use of the space afforded to him by his comrades' maneuvers. But he left Ajax plenty of room as well. He deftly parried the strike and sent the Justimon stumbling fist-first into the shining metal wall.

    The wall held. The Empire was serious about keeping its prisoners contained, even without inhibitor collars.

    Ajax retaliated with a burst of dragonfire that sent the Justimon flying back into the others and forced them to raise their guards and defend themselves. Ajax used this moment of reprieve to dash further down the hall. As he stepped into the stairwell, he was met with the almost comical sight of Surrak grappling with a trio of Justice Corps soldiers. They piled atop him, pushing him against the wall while simultaneous pummeling him with quick blows to the unarmored portions of his body. Surrak fought back hard, but as soon as he pushed one away, the other two would strike back even harder and keep him pinned.

    Surrak caught sight of Ajax, and fought through with a burst of strength. He head-butted one Justimon, driving it to the floor with the unorthodox maneuver before using the second Justimon as a weapon to batter the third and slam them both against the wall. He nodded to Ajax and the two dragons dove down the wide stairwell. They spun landed on a platform a few floors down and glanced up to see both groups of Justimon converging on them.

    "Terra Force!"

    "Final Crest!"

    Two blasts of draconic power exploded from the Realmless warriors and flooded the stairwell. It forced the Justimon back, but only momentarily. Most weathered the wide blast with only minor damage and tore down after Surrak and Ajax.

    Until a huge metal panel flew from the wall and sealed the way between them. A chorus of metallic thuds signaled the Justimons' graceless collision with the mysterious instant-floor.

    Ajax and Surrak glanced at one another, dumbfounded. Above them, heavy clangs sounded as the Justice Corps attempted fustily to break through. Then another panel opened to their left, and a row of pulsing lights began to motion them through.

    "Looks like they managed to do it," Ajax said with a smirk. The warden had turned over control!

    "Pah," Surrak scoffed. "I had them right where I wanted them." Nevertheless, the WarGreymon followed Ajax down the illuminated hallway, twisting and turning until they came to an open doorway and a row of cells. "These are our recruits?"

    "Who in the twin hells are you?" a voice muttered from one of the shadowed rooms. The faint pulse of an inhibitor collar around his neck was the only source of light in his cell.

    "Realmless," Ajax said. And at that word murmurs erupted through the hallway and cells within. "You might have heard of us."

    "You, specifically? Not at all," the voice said. Its owner stepped forward; a haggard and weary Devimon. "But we've had our share of Realmless visitors from time to time. Never last long. Is that you causing all the noise?"

    "Yeah," Ajax said, suddenly uncomfortable with all the attention he was receiving from the prisoners. "We're here to let you out. Whenever they-" A sudden click and whirl echoed through the cells. Barred doors slid open and with a pop, the inhibitor collars disengaged and dropped to the ground.

    ==\=/==

    "Done," Jaeger said, turning to Ulysses. The BanchoStingmon still had the warden firmly in his grasp. Once Jaeger had arrived at the control room, the warden had transferred control of the prison's facilities over to him. His physiology made him the perfect candidate to turn the prison's defenses against the Justice Corps. A few commands and emergency panels had emerged and trapped the Justimon in various sections of the prison while separating them from the Realmless.

    With the Justice Corps contained, it was a simple matter of directing the Realmless to the prisoner cells and releasing the prisoners themselves.

    "All that's left is that commander," Ulysses said. "Once we lead the prisoners topside we'll be able to overpower him."

    "Let's not keep Goliath waiting," Jaeger said. He sent his thoughts through the connection he now shared with the prison's systems and signaled the Realmless to head up and out.

    ==\=/==

    Ajax, Surrak, and a host of other Realmless led the prisoners through the prison and out into the courtyard. The heavy doors opened before them, and the prisoners felt sunlight hit their skin - some of them for the first time in years. But then they were thrown back as a wave of force rolled through the courtyard.

    Goliath and Ral stood, fists outstretched and collided at the center of the space. Clad in his Burst Mode, Goliath was able to match the overwhelming power of the lead Justimon's Accel arm, if only barely. The combatants clashed again, fists colliding over and over, but neither would yield.

    "You cannot stand against Justice," Ral snarled, pushing against Goliath's fist with his own.

    "You don't understand the meaning of the word," Goliath shot back, not giving an inch. "Your justice is corrupt. It flawed." He pushed Ral back, inch by inch. "It means that you will never defeat me." His body swathed with billowing flame. "Now, let me show you what true Justice is!"

    With a roar, Goliath sent his power rolling over the Justimon. It hurled him back and slammed him against the prison walls so hard that even their near-unbreakable metal twisted and dented.

    "Impossible," Ral muttered from where he lay. "The Emperor decreed it. As long as I fight for Justice I cannot lose."

    "Then realize what this means," Goliath said as his Burst aura dissipated. He sagged and stumbled forward, but caught himself before hitting the ground. He considered finishing off Ral Zarek - it would be a crushing blow to the Empire's morale - but realized that mercy would be even more devastating. Not only would their champion of Justice be defeated, but Goliath would show mercy and allow him to spread the tale of his defeat.

    Goliath glanced over his shoulder to where his Realmless and the prisoners stood.

    "We should move quickly," Jaeger said. His eyes were closed, and his brow furrowed, as something unknown to Goliath flashed across his sensors. "I'm not sure how long the prisons defenses will hold the Justice Corps once I leave range."

    "Then let's move," Goliath said. He had no idea what his comrades had done to gain control of the prison and release the inmates, but Jaeger seemed to be the crux of it. "Rally with the others outside the walls. We'll split up and escape. Make it harder for them to follow us in-"

    "No," Ral said, stumbling to his feet. "You need not flee like cowards." He swallowed. Hard. "You and I agreed to trial by combat. Justice has been served today. The Corps will pursue you no further."

    The Realmless sent him a look of collective shock. Goliath merely nodded and turned to lead them away. He had done it; they finally had something of an army to bring to bear and stand against the Empire. And what's more, there were Realmless beyond his little band if the charges of the executioner were to be believed.

    "Be warned, Realmless," Ral said, standing tall once more. "Should any of these criminals you've freed upset the peace - should they cause chaos and bloodshed - I will come for you."

    "You'll try," Goliath shot back casually. "And you'll find the result the same." He strode forward, leading his force calmly out of the prison. "Justice is for the just."


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  11. #86
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    Inside Ironclad


    Protect.

    Homer dashed forward, wings tucked, as he slammed against three guards lined up thanks to the passageway. The three then hit the wall of the intersection. Before they could recover, he stored draconic energy into his arms. Quickly uttering Dragon's Roar, he then pummeled the three against the wall. And just as quickly, he stopped then he grabbed one and threw the guard at another. The two stumbled across an adjacent while he followed up with a left hook against last one.

    Spare.

    He got hold of the last one and threw it at the two who were rising to their feet. All three ended up on the ground at the collision. But instead of unleasing his draconic prower, he merely went off down the corridor, the two silver clad Digimon heading towards him partly the reason. He flew as fast as he could within the hallways, trying to regroup with some of the Realmless.

    As soon as they dashed in, plenty of them had seperated because of, once again, the hallways. With the Justice Corp chasing them, many needed all the space they could get. But Homer wanted to at least follow Titus and the Judge. The latter was hurt and they didn't have any healers present to deal with critical injuries if the elder gained any such wounds.

    Thankfully, his wishes were granted as the next corner he turned, he saw the familiar silver body of Titus and the Judge with him. He also asked where to head for. Homer thought about it. He glanced around but then noticed that the Justimon chasing him were closing in. He faced Titus as he neared him.

    "Look for prison cells. Or go lower into the building. Anything to keep as many Justimon away from Ulysses and the warden."

    He then stopped mid flight and faced their pursuers. They didn't flinch at all at the sudden change. But neither did Homer. He focused energy into the air between his palms, forming a large orb again. He shouted, "Dragon Collider!", before flinging the orb at the Justimon. But then he noticed that someone else who was injured wasn't with them.

    Sura.

    ---

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Lower Levels of Ironclad


    This was what she got for not bothering to learn the floorplans of the prisons she went to, she ended up seperated from the rest of the group and got lost. Well, partly. The other reason she lost track of where she was, other than she was somewhere underground from going down many flights of stairs, were the Justimon after her. They were quick to take the advantage of her wound but she wasn't going to let them. That was why she was here, in the dark, with about two Justimon chasing her.

    She probablg bit off more than she could chew again.

    But it was too late now and so she'd make the most of it.

    She was glad she could fly because that made turning corners all the more easier. As she flew, she gathered energy into her palms once again. From the corner of her eye, she could see the Justimon were closing in on her. She couldn't stop her smirk as she charged energy into her chest as well. This was going to be fun.

    She kept her hands closed as she continued flying, slowing herself down purposely so they would catch up, thinking it was their speed doing so. Soon, she stopped, did a three sixty and shouted,

    "Hard Rock Damashii!"

    She wasn't surprised they barely got a scratch and were now mere inches away from her. But her smirk didn't disappear as she then said, more subdued,

    "Heavy Metal Vulcan."

    Two bright beams shot straight from her chest towards the two. They didn't expect it and thus had to block the attack. That was enough for her. She closed the distance as she fired then connected her fists with their faces. As soon as they staggered, she stopped her attack and flew off. Normally, she wouldn't be using hit and run tactics. But these were the Justice Corp. There was a reason they were the executioners for the supposed damned. She had to be smart about how she fought them. Unfortunately, she forgot to take into account one thing: guards.

    As she turned another corner, she*crashed right into an Andromon guard, which then crashed into another and another. It hurt, but certainly not as bad as the Justimon would try to do to her. The ones not fallen were going to fire their attacks. She had to be quick about this. The Justimon were coming close. She shouted,

    "Beat Slash!"

    And a wave of fire hit three Guardromon. The downed Andromon got up by this point and shouted their attacks. Theirs got a hit on her but she retaliated with another Beat Slash and a good pummeling. The six guards down and out for the count. Unfortunately, the Justimon turned the corner, one having equiped its Accel Arm. Scrap. Sura braced herself, knowing she wasn't going to dodge this one. But just as it went for her...and wall suddenly appeared, blocking the Digimon from her and her sight.

    She blinked. What just happened?

    There was then a hiss to her left and she turned to find an even darker room had opened up. And out stepped a large black Digimon with a black and red cape.

    ---

    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    Ironclad


    Valentina looked down at the bright golden Digimon. It was clear it had fought quite a few battles and was a capable warrior, if the scratches on her and the downed guards were any indication. Soon, she felt her inhibitor collar click and let go of her neck to drop on the ground. Ignoring it, she looked around to find that the passageway was rather dark and that one of the ways was blocked, with the faint sound of something banging against it.

    She looked back at the OmniShoutmon who was eyeing her with curiosity and confusion. Perhaps she didn't know what she was. She was curious herself on why it had a collar on its neck.

    "You Realmless?" she asked the dragon.

    It blinked. "Yeah. We're here to let you guys out," it said, its voice telling her it was female.

    She was right, as always. "Then what're we waiting for? Let's get going."

    She blinked again but then she smiled with amusement. "Ha! You're right!" she said. Then she turned and made her way down the unblocked path.

    Valentina couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She didn't expect that kind of reaction. Maybe she was like her. But that would have to be put on hold for now. She sped after the golden dragon humanoid. She had Realmless to help.

    ...

    As soon as she stepped out, a surge of energy pushed against her and her compatriots. Valetina just stood her ground at the surge, her cape merely covering her. She watched the scene with a critical eye. This was certainly a much more powerful crew than the Realmless Ray led or the ones Sunshine was part of. From what she could tell, there were many Mega leveled Digimon amongst them. True, she couldn't exactly tell which ones were actually just prisoners from Ironclad and which weren't, but she could make a good guess for some of them, like the MetalGarurumon X.

    She was in the same boat as many of the Realmless at the words of the Justimon the BanchoLeomon defeated said. She did gain some hope for the Metal Empire. Perhaps they weren't as evil as many of the voices in her head kept telling her. Well, except for two of them. Either way, she calmly followed the lion along with the rest. Eventually, she was near him, or at least close enough to speak to him without shouting.

    "So you're the leader?" she said to him, somewhat rhetorically. "Excuse me for being out of date, but mind telling me your name? Didn't exactly keep track of Realmless. Too busy giving the Empire as much hell as I could give 'em."

    After a pause, she said, "Name's Valentina Araw, if you wanted to know mine first."
    Taking a break from the forums

  12. #87
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    Titus Cloudraker the Saviorhuckmon &
    Aayaash Animikii* the Garudamon
    Inside Ironclad


    “Meteor Flame!”

    Titus continued to mask their route as best he could to confuse the Justimon, by creating a smokescreen. He was loath to admit the Justimon far outmatched him in terms of power and even his level of skill in close combat if pressed to it. The silver knight resigned himself to aiding the Judge as necessary in their flight, trusting the Mega-level Homer to keep their pursuers at a distance.

    "Look for prison cells. Or go lower into the building. Anything to keep as many Justimon away from Ulysses and the warden.

    Ayas glanced around from where he rested up against a wall momentarily. His sharp eyes scanned down the long passage way ahead of them. “Three hallways down and to the right,” the Judge called out over the yelling of attacks, pointing a talon hand towards it. Titus slung the Garudamon's arm over his shoulder, speeding up their pace.

    The two Ultimates leading the way, Ayas called out directions with his superior eye sight reading signs ahead of their approach while Titus dispatched regular guards crossing their path. Turning around a final corner, Titus ducked through a narrow door way to the descending stairs.

    The dragon knight peered at the twisting staircase in annoyance. Stairs were difficult with his bladed feet. Titus leaped onto the sturdy railing in a crouched positioned, intending to literally skate down to the lower levels. Ayas realized the dragon's intent, nodding in gratitude to him, “I believe can I handle myself from here,” Ayas said formally, stretching his stiff wings to slow his descent through the empty air in the center of the stairwell.

    Titus arched his neck upwards to the Dynasmon holding off the Justimon, “Homer! Get ready to drop fast!” He yelled, launching down the railing with sparks flying from the friction of the his blades. Sometimes he would skip sections with an agile jump down further. Shortly there after they ventured into the prison ward.

    ________________________________________________

    Sawyer (Tuwarmon)
    Prison Admin Wing


    The records room was plain and basic compared to the sophistication of the whole prison. *Monitors lined the wall with each section separated by cubicle walls. Sawyer wandered up to an active monitor and stroked randomly at the keys for a few minutes. The Tuwarmon sincerely hoped the guards were too busy with the other Realmless to be paying attention to any security breach alarms he was likely setting off. The mutant swore various unprintables after several futile attempts at bypassing the firewalls the more secure databases. Picking locks the old fashion way was more his skill set, not hacking.

    Sawyer sputtered, pounding on the counter top frustrated. With very few other options, he selected the final link of the prison archives. The Tuwarmon perked up when a identification and password request didn't present itself. A single file popped up on the screen with an outdated list of prisoners transferred away from Ironclad years ago. He scrolled through the list with curious interest. Sawyer's eyes popped out in utter shock. A familiar name appeared a third of the way through.

    Kara Cloudraker.

    Sawyer breathed with an uncertain dread. Someone with the same last name as his best friend had once been a prisoner here at Ironclad. The transferred list gave further no information on where the prisoners had been sent.
    An alarm blared in the hallway outside, the Tuwarmon hastily copied the list onto a data disk and darted from the room.

    With an uneasy stomach, Sawyer considered how he would break the news to Titus, but first he'd need to catch to the rest of the Realmless. With a maddening dash, Sawyer dived head first through a closing gap of a moving panel and following after several guards running to intercept a group of escaping prisoners.

    __________________________________________________ __


    Kovu Escara the JagerLowemon
    Lower levels of Ironclad


    Two Justimon chased on the heels of several Realmless through Ironclad's lower levels. As they nearly caught up, a metal pane of Chrome digizoid jutted out from the wall, cutting off their path. The two mega-level warriors pounded relentlessly with their Accel Arms to try and make their way through to continue the chase. So preoccupied with their endeavors that neither of them realized they were in the Special Containment Ward. In this particular section, a single door sat to their right.

    With a quiet swoosh, the door opened to a pitch dark room. Within the darkness, a single green eye peered out, creeping cautiously closer to the illuminated hallway. A beeping from the creature's collar alarmed it enough to uttered a gravelly yowl. The two Justimon whirled around to the door realizing they weren't alone anymore. Noticing the inhibitor collar falling to the metal ground with a soft thud, the two warriors activate their Voltage Blades to beat the prisoner into submission. The single green eyed pulsed wildly. It's feral instincts taking over and warily regarding the threat attempting to corner it.

    The black wild cat burst from the room and pouching on one of the warriors, knocking him down and made to dash down the hall. However, the second Justimon closed the distance, slashing at the JagerLoweemon's hindleg and leaving a deep gash. The resulting blow also sent an electrical discharge through the black cat's body, releasing a pained roar. The cat dropped to the ground writhing in pain, until it rose shakily to its feet. The good eye pulsed wide with madness.

    An eerie light swath the black shadow, obstructing the Justimons' view of the wild cat temporarily. The two Warriors of Justice had little time to react once the ghoulish light died down. The hulking monstrosity stood hunched over, towering over the Justimon. Vacant eyes gazed unflinching at them. The menacing roar of a chainsaw and screams of its victims echoed muffled through the metal panel blocking the warriors' path of escape.
    Last edited by Solsabre; 24th June 2016 at 9:09 AM.
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  13. #88
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Homer sighed with relief as the Realmless finally left the large gulag. He had watched the fight between the two leaders with tension and worry. Even though Goliath had managed to down Bolas earlier with his bare hands, he still worried. Not only for their leader's safety, but also for his fellow Realmless. Even if Goliath had defeated the Justimon, what about the others? Wouldn't they continue to pursue them?


    But then Ral Zarek was defeated and let them go. To say he was glad wouldn't even begin to describe his feelings for Ral's action. There was still some hope for the leader of the Justice Corp.

    Homer rolled his wings then tucked them in. He had done enough flying for now. The small spaces inside Ironclad had been difficult to maneuver for someone with his wingspan. He felt just the tiniest bit of envy towards his sister that she could levitate. But that quickly disappeared as he looked through their ranks.

    He was a little worried about their new recruits. He hoped they were Realmless and not really criminals. True, he had done plenty of criminal acts during the course of their journey, but he had absolutely no plans to continue if this ever ended. He mentally corrected himself. He had no plans to continue when this ended. He shouldn't doubt their success. He had enough with doubting.

    Then his eyes landed on a familiar figure. It was the Judge that had arrived right after the battle in Setessa. And he was injured during the prison break. Wanting to make sure he was well, he made his way to the Garudamon. When he was right beside him, he gave a small bow of his head and said,

    "Hello Judge. Ayaash, was it? My name is Homer. Homer Suga. I was wondering if you're well."

    He briefly wondered what his sister was doing. He hadn't seen her since they exited the interior of Ironclad.

    ...

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Well, this was an odd one.

    After they had left Ironclad, Sura decided to see each and every one of their new recruits. It was partly because she wanted to see if she recognized any of the prisoners as someone she had arrested, just in case. She didn't want any skirmish to happen just minutes after one was resolved. The other reason was to see how many recruits they got following them and see what they were like. Most of them were indifferent. Some made awkward attempts at being genuinely friendly, whether because it was advantageous or they really wanted to start anew, she didn't know.

    And then there was this guy.

    It was a black lion, a JaegerLoweemon if she remembered correctly, and he was well...battered. The red gems adorning his body were shattered and his gold linings were faded close to being non existant. His left eye was white and milky with a scar over it. He also had some sort of scar on his back as well. What's more, he still had a collar on, except very dented and a few small chains dangling from it.

    She was a bit confused about the collar but then she remembered she had one on herself, so it was best not to question that. What she did question, though, was how he seemed to be following the Realmless. He seemed almost...unsure; lost. He looked like he was merely following because he had no idea what else to do. At least, that was what she interpreted the almost feral way he was acting as he kept to the fringes.

    She watched him for a few more moments. If he really was feral and wanted to learn how to interact with others, then she'd better tread carefully.

    So she neared the black lion until she was at least a few feet away from him and said with a small smile,

    "Hey there, black fella. I'm Suranuras. What's your name?"

    ...

    Valentina Araw
    To Parts Unknown


    Valentina kept pace with all of the Realmless, quiet and confident with each step. She carefully analyzed each and every one of the Digimon around her. She did her best to learn of small habits and their behavior. It was best to learn so she could, at the very least, get along with the others. She knew very well not everyone was going to get along with her well. Everyone was different and some just don't like her way of doing things.

    She didn't blame those kinds of Digimon. In fact, she wished there were more of those kinds. The kinds where they do their best to uphold their belief in peace, that they can do things the peaceful way. They were just as important as the warriors. They were the ones who would be critical after a war. They were also the ones who knew that Digimon can be better than this.

    Speaking of that, her eyes landed on a sight she didn't think she'd see. A white armored dragon, known as SaviorHuckmon, among their ranks. The species was something she rarely, if ever saw. Then again, it wasn't like she spent much time in the lands of the Hordes before her imprisonment. She had been battling and giving hell to the Empire in neutral and contested territory. And then she saw the knight's little tag along, a Garbagemon. Now that piqued her interest.

    So she quietly went to them. When she was near, she made her steps more noticeable so as to not startle them. If they were paying attention to their surroundings, that is.

    When she was finally right beside them, she said, with her trademark smile, "Well, well, a SaviorHuckmon and a Garbagemon. Now that's an interesting sight. You two friends?" She bowed her head a little in jest. "Name's Valetina. It's nice to be with Realmless again."
    Taking a break from the forums

  14. #89
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    (Ok! Finally got this up here!)

    Aayaash 'Ayas' Animikii the Garudamon
    To Parts Unknown


    Ayas prodded along with the rest of the retreating Realmless. Once they were safely out of sight of Ironclad, the Judge reassured the young dragon knight attending him that he could managed well enough now. The Garudamon stretched his wings slowly as the group marched, careful not smack anyone around him. The injuries on his back protested the movement of the damaged and strained muscles, Ayas sighed and tucked his wings on his back more comfortably. He would walk for the rest of their current journey to allow healing and conserve strength.

    Ayas peered around at their increased numbers after they'd freed the prisoners. Were this many truly not bound by the Realmpact? His own actions today were proof that the Realmpact was no longer an absolute law to govern the different realms. Nor did it explain yet how the Metal Empire managed to acquire such control over the other realms in claiming it was their right by Realmpact decree.

    The Judge pondered these thoughts deeply, wishing he had a chance to properly mediate. His reflection was interrupted by a Dynasmon, who'd been apart of the original rescue party when Ayas joined Goliath's party.

    "Hello Judge. Ayaash, was it? My name is Homer. Homer Suga. I was wondering if you're well." Homer, the Dynasmon, greeted with a respectful bow.

    “Salutations, Homer Suga,” Ayas returned the greeting with a slight nod of his beaked head and clasping a closed fist with his other hand, “though I am a Judge in title only. I lost all authority pertaining to my position, when I left the Order to pursue a different path.”

    “The pain of my weary body is but a temporary state and will pass soon enough.” Ayas spoke as he steadily kept pace with Homer, his trained mind pushing the physical discomfort to the edge of his awareness. “I am more concerned over the instability of our world's Order and the fact that I, a Judge, am willing to contribute it is fathomless.”

    Kovu Escara the JagerLoweemon
    To Parts Unknown


    Another flash of light illuminated the metal halls after many long minutes of deathly silence.

    The blood frenzy, that once filled the scarred lion's senses, drained away as he remained alone in the prison corridor for sometime. The knowledge that he was no longer restrained or punished for resisting registered in his wild mind. Flee!

    With a frantic lunged, the battered feline tore through the empty halls, turning around corners with little thought or consideration. At one point, he'd clumsily dodged right around a corner to skid across a slick floor and impact hard with a nearby wall. The Jagerloweemon snarled with pain and cautiously rose on shaky legs. The thumping of many footsteps on steps frozen him in his position. Warily, Kovu inched forward to glance into an open stairwell. Dozen of prisoners were parading upwards out of the depths of the prison. When the stairwell cleared, he crept upwards, following the rear for there was no where else to go.

    Through open prison doors to the outside, a flood of light shone in, blinding Kovu's one good eye. He reared back startled, growling at the open doorway. Slowly, painfully so he crept to the entrance, stretching a tentative paw into the warm sun. The way was clear with an open path out of the prison. He growled in a low crouch at a nearby Justimon, who remained frozen after his leader gave the command to let them go. Side stepping a pace or two, his singular gaze never leaving the Justimon's position, Kovu picked up his pace and tore out of Ironclad's colossal walls.

    Outside he paused and sniffed the air, the odors of the air and environment were foreign and strange. Wary, his muscles tensed and his good eye pulsed with intensity. Free. His muddled mind frozen at the notion. No, harsh whips, chains, or tall walls stood to contain him anymore. Where was here? What was safe or dangerous?

    A deeply buried thought rose to the forefront of his mind from a distance life. A rare moment of clarity as the black lion focused consciously on the thought. A memory...from where? Safety in numbers...

    The departing masses moved with an ever increasing gap ahead of him. His legs coiled underneath him and shot off with a burst of speed to catch up to the Realmless. Way... Way from the place of pain and fear were the primitive impulses driving him, until he caught up to the edges of the group. Any digimon unintentionally drifting near Kovu's carefully maintained distance received a threatening growl and hiss, sending them scampering back to the main group.

    He paced alongside them nervously. The black scarred head snaking to and from the marching line intently for any threatening motions. The skin underneath his neck armor prickled, someone had come up behind him.

    A gold armored digimon spoke up, greeting him with a smile. "Hey there, black fella. I'm Suranuras. What's your name?" Kovu didn't registered the spoken words, he leaned back in a crouch with a warning growl at the digimon baring their teeth at him. He bared his own fangs aggressively, backing up a step or so, ready to spring forward if this digimon continued to confront him.

    Titus 'Finn' Cloudraker the Saviorhuckmon &
    Sawyer the Garbagemon
    To Parts Unknown


    Sawyer drove through the retreating crowd as they departed from Ironclad prison. During the chaotic exit, the mutant taken the opportunity to return to his Garbagemon form so as not to be mistaken for a prison guard. At the same time, he'd recovered his discarded cart outside the prison walls. He puttered along, scooting through digimon and tripping them up in his search for Finn. Really, how hard was it to find a bleeding white armored dragon with blades on every conceivable appendage?

    At the same time, apprehension built up in his gut from the knowledge of his discovery. A coincidence. That's all it was. Mons could share a last name and not be related, right? Sawyer pounded his head on the steering wheel, a headache was beginning to make itself know. How was he going to break this to Finn!?

    As he was about ready to start shouting for the Saviorhuckmon's attention, he zipped though an opening of the crowd and spotted the silver-white knight walking away from an older Garudamon.

    “Finn!” Sawyer yelled, waving his hands over his head. He pressed on the brakes of his garbage cart with a loud screech and climbed out. “By the almighty scum monster, I was being to think you'd gotten left behind at the prison!”

    “All is well, my friend.” Titus knelt to reassure his smaller companion, relieved as well to find the mutant digimon unharmed. “I was aiding the injured of our group. Where did you go during the battle? I lost sight of you, when the group broke through Ironclad's defenses.”

    “Yea, yea, yea,” Sawyer waved off Titus's explanation, scrutinizing the dragon's own body for any hidden injuries that Titus himself might downplay. “I got cut off from the rest of the herd, once we were inside.” Sawyer omitted his panic and abandoning the others. “Found myself sneaking through their office wing. Figured I'd look up some juice intel from their records. Pretty pointless, really, their computer security is tighter than an Etemon's cheek butts.” He rubbed his hands nervously together, unsure of how Titus might react to what he did discover.
    “Titus, I-” Sawyer said solemly, using his friend's given name instead, when a voice spoke up behind him.

    "Well, well, a SaviorHuckmon and a Garbagemon. Now that's an interesting sight. You two friends?"

    Sawyer squawked startled, darting behind his friend's armored leg. His news to Finn derailed and forgotten for the meantime with the new interruption. Titus tilted a horned head to the side calmly, as he'd heard the approach of foot steps behind them just moments before.

    “Indeed, you would be correct in that statement.” Titus said with a polite nod of greeting to the Plutomon and on Sawyer's behalf. “We've traveled together for many years.”

    "Name's Valentina. It's nice to be with Realmless again." Titus exchanged a slight smile and held out a clawed hand (his sword carefully angled away of course) to Valentina.

    “Titus of the Imperia Horde and my companion hiding behind me is Sawyer.” The dragon knight stepped aside to reveal the pink crouching Garbagemon, nudging the mutant forward carefully with a bladed foot.

    “Finn, stop it! Wait! Fine!” Sawyer grumbled beneath his breath, before finally meeting the dark digimon's eyes with a cross expression.

    "Hey,” the Garbagemon muttered. “I'll pass on shaking hands. I prefer to keep mine.” Referring to the Plutomon's multiple sets of teeth found through out her body.

    Titus shook his head, lightly amused and relieved. Sawyer was gearing up to be his old charming self again, despite the pressure of the last few battles. He made a mental note to speak to Sawyer later about the seemingly important matter the Garbagemon was about to bring up before Valentina came to them. Something Valentina mentioned piqued his interest. “You've been with other Realmless before us?” He asked. “I hadn't been aware of others resisting the Metal Empire.”
    Last edited by Solsabre; 4th August 2016 at 7:17 AM.
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  15. #90
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    The Forests Beyond Ironclad

    Goliath led their enlarged group deeper into the woods. They'd gained a bit of a following after the breakout: many of the prisoners had jumped at the chance to leave and disappeared into the dense brush, while a smaller subset had stuck close to them and stayed by their side. It was...an interesting development.

    "You're Realmless as well?" Goliath asked the apparent leader of the other group. The D'arcmon, Andrea, fluttered just over the loamy undergrowth, her wings barely fluttering. Her "group"--as it were--consisted of herself, a Saggitarimon, a golden Rapidmon, and an Aegiomon, and they seemed unaffiliated with the Plutomon and the JagerLeomon that followed further back.

    "You think you're the only ones?" she shot back with a strangely snide tone. "The only ones fighting against the Metal Empire's injustice?"

    "We're the only ones we've come across," Goliath growled. The hell was she mad about? "That weren't being executed, at least."

    "We were separated from the rest of the rebellion," Andrea said. She glanced over her shoulder to her three companions. "The Empire sent a force that attacked our stronghold. We had to get our leaders out so the four of us volunteered to distract them. And stay behind."

    "We'll find them, Drea," said the Saggitarimon. He'd introduced himself as Dias--Diasmund, Andrea would later clarify. "They must have gotten out alive or we'd know."

    "Yes, those guards don't seem like the type not to gloat," the Aegiomon, Frey, glowered.

    "Hey, Krond and Brigid are the best," the Rapidmon exclaimed. He was surprisingly jovial. He swung around towards Goliath and extended his hand...paw...bazooka...appendage. "Rai Goldarrow, fastest Digimon who ever lived!"

    To the side Goliath thought he heard Jaeger scoff. Who'd have thought the stoic blue wolf would take issue over such a small thing?

    "Do you know Krond? You kinda look like 'im," Rai went on, leaning in really close. He pushed his hand...things into Goliath's face, pulling his cheeks back and forth. "Yeah. But maybe it's just the lion thing."

    "Leave him be, Rai," Andrea ordered, and Rai danced back with a bored expression. The D'arcmon turned to Goliath. "You should come with us. We're headed to several rendezvous points that were established for just this scenario. You should meet with Brigid and Krond. We could use fighters like you...however unorthodox you might be."

    Goliath frowned. It sounded good. Very good, if he were honest. If there was a force out there powerful enough to challenge the Empire, to rebel…

    "With your assistance, we'd nearly double in size!" Diasmund exclaimed.

    "That's all you have?" Surrak growled. "A 'rebellion' and there are only a paltry two-dozen of you?"

    "Dias exaggerates," Andrea interjected. "There are quite more of us than that. I assure you. But your group would add...considerable fighting strength to our cause. We're organized, but your group has more raw power than we do."

    "It's why you should join us," Frey said, stepping beside Andrea. "Our organization. Your strength as individuals. We'd--"

    "Still be little more than a nuisance," Ajax cut in. He glared at the two from the corner of his eye. "The Empire won't fall to nuisances like that. We need armies; we need the full support of the other Realms. Or some of them, at least. We need to wage a war, not a handful of skirmishes."

    "And what Realms would abandon the Realmpact to help us?" Andrea challenged.

    "We don't need them to help us," Jaeger said calmly. "We need them to rise up against the Empire. Abandon the Realmpact to help themselves."

    "But maybe we can do both," said Emmara. She gestured to Andrea. "Organize with their group and get the other Realms to rise up."

    "You're talking about Civil War," Andrea said. "That's not something to take lightly."

    "If the Empire is corrupt, if its corruption has taken hold fully on our world, it must be excised and burned away," said Goliath. "But Emmara, as always, is right. I believe success still lies with gathering the other Realms to our cause. But it is good to ally with those who have already joined the fight."

    So Goliath assigned a several of their group to travel with Andrea's and meet Brigid and Krond. Pelagius, Tor, Seneca, Valerius, Lilina, Gabrielle, Namine, and Gaius would travel there, both as protection and envoys from the formerly-Ronin group.



    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  16. #91
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Although the elder said he was fine, it didn't seem that way to Homer. The bird man was hit from the sky and crashed, it must have hurt, even more so since he didn't have any sort of armor on him and his age. But Ayaash on the other hand was acting fine, almost as if nothing happened to him. Almost. If he was ignoring his wounds, he was doing a very good job at it, much like his sister now that he realized it. So he decided to let it go. His injuries didn't seem to serious, and besides, they didn't have a healer on hand.

    "I see," he said with a slight frown, not from the wounds of the elder but of his words. "True, but...well, it isn't entirely fathomless... I might not have been a Judge or anything of the like, but I was playing an important role in the Empire. I was an instructor for the obedience program as I was a psychologist." His frown grew deeper as he recalled and realized. "And...when I saw a colleague of mine...kill one of the subjects, the only one I knew to see through the lies... I attacked, and yet I couldn't feel any restraint from the Realmpact..."

    A pause as he remembered something else, from a time much longer ago. Then he said, more to himself than anything, "You're right, something is wrong. There's something wrong with the Realmpact..."

    ...

    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    To Parts Unknown


    "Nice to meet you, Titus," Valentina said as she shook the dragon knight's offered hand.

    She wasn't too surprised the Garbagemon, Sawyer, didn't want to. In fact, she smirked at that. She still got the intimidating look down. That was good. She needed that for the enemy. A little intimidation went a long way, even if it only really affected the weaker willed ones. It wouldn't be a problem for allies, at least those who looked past appearances. Those were the ones she trusted.

    But back to the present, at Sawyer's words, she said, "Good. Glad to see you're doing your best to stay alive."

    Then Titus asked her a question she wasn't too surprised of. After all, she had been surprised herself when she met Ray and his friends all those years ago. Though some of the voices reminded her that if she could realized what the Metal Empire was doing, of course there would be others who would realize the same. She was smart enough to figure that out. She shut them up. One reminded her not to be so harsh about it but she mostly ignored it. Mostly.

    "Yes, there were others," she said to the silver dragon knight. "I've been in two other Realmless groups before and seen a few others afterwards. I don't blame you for not knowing though, most of them were slaughtered, my own groups included." There was a hint of sadness and anger in those last few words, but thankfully she managed to keep herself from being overt on it, though it was because of two of the voices helping her.

    As she waited for an answer, she did her best to listen in on the conversation ahead of them. Civil war, hmm? Now that was an idea, one that had passed her mind once or twice. But she couldn't have done by herself before when she had little authority or the right kind of presence for other Realms to listen. But now...now they could, and it was going to be glorious to see the Metal Emperor fall from them.
    Taking a break from the forums

  17. #92
    Join Date
    Dec 2014
    Location
    Gateway to the West
    Posts
    244

    Default

    Aayaash 'Ayas' Animikii the Garudamon
    To Parts Unknown


    The former Judge listened intently to the Dynasmon-Homer- his sharp mind corrected. Nodding his feathered head in encouragement as Homer spoke about events that were obviously very difficult for him to speak of.

    "And...when I saw a colleague of mine...kill one of the subjects, the only one I knew to see through the lies... I attacked, and yet I couldn't feel any restraint from the Realmpact..."

    Ayas rubbed his lower beak in thought. “It is unlikely it is a physical force which compels us to obey the Realmpact. Rather a conditioning of the mind, an ingrained instinct, instill unto us from a young age and reinforced with the influences from our peers, parents, elders, and leaders. We are conditioned to accept the Realmpact as the ultimate truth and to say otherwise is heretic.”

    The garudamon elder met Homer's gaze, “not unlike your obedience program. It wasn't until your...subject questioned that truth and the resulting actions leading to his death, did your own eyes open and create a break in the conditioning, thus allowing you to act accordingly.”

    “Freed from the reality the Realmpact set up for us, we can consider possibilities we never thought of before. However, some digimon will be terrified of the unknown that comes with those possibilities and will prefer to cling to the truth of the Realmpact for that is all they know.”

    Ayas remembered the terrified expressions of the Setessans at the thought of abandoning the Realmpact, even after the Metal Empire nearly destroyed their home. Their whole way of life revered the Realmpact, but at the same time it was sending them on the path to destruction when all they have ever done was live according to it. The Realmpact was suppose to maintain peace between the realms!

    The judge shook his head with rare frustration. The situation his people faced wasn't all that different. However, he and his tribe were sustained by more than just the Realmpact. They placed greater faith in the workings of Yggrdrasil directly. When the authority you look up to fails, you search for a high authority. Ayas's faith aided him in going along with this course of action to join the realmless.

    Aayaash placed a comforting hand on Homer's shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Homer, this discussion... has been enlightening.”



    __________________


    Titus 'Finn' Cloudraker the Saviorhuckmon &
    Sawyer the Garbagemon
    To Parts Unknown



    "Good. Glad to see you're doing your best to stay alive." The plutomon, Valentina, spoke to Sawyer.

    The garbagemon scowled. “Heck yea, Lady Fangface, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.” Sawyer scooted back over to his garbage cart and hopped up into his can. Unfortunately as he did so, the front right tire wretched sideways, throwing the cart bumper first into the ground and sending the mutant flying forward into the mud.

    “FUDGE POPS!” Sawyer exclaimed loudly, as he pushed himself up on his elbow. Mud covered his face and front. Ignoring the mud, the garbagemon furiously kicked the cart, tossing it onto its side. He dragged out a blow torch and welding mask as he proceed to solder the broken axle, all the while sputtering profanities and other food related phrases.

    Titus chuckled at his friends antics, “You'll have to pardon him.”

    The silver-white knight quickly sobered up when Valentina explained the fates of the other realmless she'd once been a part of.

    “My condolences,” Titus offered. “It can't have been easy to endure that.” The young dragon briefly thought of those he lost as well, but for different reasons. Loved ones and digimon he respected lost long before current events.

    “However, I am confident enough to believe we'll succeed,” Titus spoke surely, all his years of wandering had led him to this group. “and we'll be able to honor their sacrifice.”

    ___________________________

    Ryia Rohirrim the Sleipmon
    To Parts Unknown


    A wake of thunder danced through the woods. A screaming cry joined in the chorus of exhilaration. The trees shook with greater intensity as the pounding drew closer with each passing second.

    Free. FREE. SHE WAS FREE.

    The resounding racket stirred up alarm in the scarred jagerloweemon, sending him tearing off deep into the forest and out of the realmless's sight. Shortly there after, a blurr of red appeared in full gallop, dodging roots and other obstacles with graceful ease despite the neck breaking speeds.

    Ryia breezed along the ground like a young mare, bucking and jumping excessively. To move. To run. Under the open sky, Ryia Rohirrim belonged and her fury made known to her captors as she ran from Ironclad. Sovereigns help any guards that stood haplessly in her path.

    Her eyes gleamed bright at the ruined walls and smoke rising from the prison, when she looked behind her for the last time. A bitter expression covered her face. They would pay. She vowed.

    Bursting through the thicket with a mighty jump, Ryia finally caught up with the realmless responsible for the break in. She did not need to call for their attention. Her entrance and thundering hooves resonating far into the forest spoke volumes. Catching sight of the Bancholeomon, Ryia bayed a harsh laugh. “I don't believe it! One of Byron's scrawny cubs taking on the Empire. If my own release wasn't proof of it. I'd stomped any fool who said so otherwise into the earth.”

    The warhorse slowed her steps from a gallop to a steady pace as she came closer to Goliath's group. However, certain digimon among the group changed Ryia's hard teasing to a hateful sneer.

    “Though it would seem your cause is desperate,” the Iron Mare called out, “if you must accept help from the enemy itself.”

    Ryia glared coldly at those digimon she could identifying as being originally from the Metal Empire, particularly the OmniShoutmon. She moved on ahead boldly to the front of the group.

    “So tell me, how's that grumpy old cat of yours doing?” Ryia asked, a hint of mirth crept back into her words.
    Anything is possible...apart from skiing through a revolving door.

    Image Credit goes to Kamotz

    I am the bone of my sword, and the seed of my Horde. Steel is my body and Fire is my blood, chaos flee before the cleansing flood! I pray! Exalted Knight Evolution! Jesmon!

  18. #93
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    To Parts Unknown


    Valentina held back her chuckle when the Garbagemon tipped his transport garbage can over. Even she knew that was rude and understood the mutant Digimon's constant spewing of profanities, and phrases involving food, likely equivalents to swearing that weren't as "offensive". One of the voices in her head still said it wasn't good to swear, but she just internally chuckled at that. When his companion knight apologized for him, she waved her hand dismissively.

    "Eh, don't worry about it. Heard worse at the Syndicate," she said.

    The SaviorHuckmon then went on to comment about her fallen comrades, saying they will succeed and won't have their sacrifices be in vain. Her gaze followed his. They might've been a small bunch, even smaller than Sunshine's group, but she knew they were strong, they had proven it by breaking into Ironclad after all. She knew that the dragon was right. They would succeed.

    But the more important question: would all of them survive? She wasn't too sure about that. But if she had to, she would sacrifice herself. It would be for a good cause. All the voices objected to that, especially two particular ones—her favorites—though for different reasons than the others, but she silenced them. Then the two voices came back, telling her to try to survive as well. She relented to those.

    She turned her face back to Titus, a warm smile on her face. "Yeah," she said. Then her grin became a bit more smug. "I'll make sure of that."

    She paused, briefly noting the Sleipmon that passed by who was not too pleased about former Imperialists being in their group. Valentina didn't blame the oldie for that, but she should know that they wouldn't have defected unless they meant it. From what she could tell of Goliath, he wouldn't let double agents in his group, if there was be anyone willing to do such a thing because she highly doubted that as well. She had seen what supporters of the Metal Empire were like, seen them too much for her tastes, but still.

    "So, what's your reason for joining Realmless?" she then said.

    She could guess the reason—for both of them—but it was better to ask. Besides, they were team mates now, it would be good to get to know them.

    ...

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Homer listened attentatively as the Garudamon spoke, not wanting to interrupt the elder. Though he wouldn't have either way, he didn't have much to say at his words, maybe a few agreements, but that could be just as easily done with nods—which he did do—instead of speaking. Besides, he...wasn't in a good mood to add anything to the conversation. He smiled at the Garudamon's comforting action though. He was glad he didn't hold him to his past, something he would like to make up for.

    And then a Sleipmon passed them by, quietly commenting on the situation. Homer couldn't help but flinch at her words. He wondered if she realized he was one of the former Imperialists in the group. Actually, now that he thought about it, only he, Sura, Jaeger and, he recently discovered, Sawyer, used to be from the Metal Empire, everyone else was from other Realms, those who had suffered from the Empire's actions. Though...

    He frowned. Now that he thought about it, even though Sura was raised in the Empire, Sura was taken from the Hordes at a very young age and thus with no memory of her family before then. He briefly wondered if her birth father and mother were still alive. Maybe he should try searching for them somehow. Though he wouldn't be surprised if they were killed by the Empire, if he ever found out who were Sura's biological parents in the first place which would be difficult since he doubted anyone kept records in the Dragon Hordes.

    He watched with worry as the mare went to have a conversation with Goliath.

    After a few moments, despite his concerns, especially if the mare found out about their homeland, he decided to let her be and continued to speak with Ayaash, starting with maybe a step towards his added goal.

    "Elder," he said. "Is this the first time you've been outside your home realm?"

    ...

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Well, as soon as she talked the black lion barred his teeth and growled. She might've not remembered doing it completely, but she vaguely recalled doing similar when she was very young, before she met Homer, before she was a part of his family. It was clear that even though it wanted to be safe, it didn't consider any of them as allies, or at the very least didn't consider her as one. So with a dissapointed sigh, she left the feline to its own devices and went back to the front just as Goliath was discussing with their new arrivals.

    Well, other than that Plutomon that is. It seemed none of them were associated with the tall and also black Digimon. Sura wasn't really surprised of that. The Plutomon came off as very independent to her, especially when she encountered her in the halls of the prison. She carried herself with absolute confidence, no doubt at all. She was surprised that she had came along with them. She'd thought she was a dangerous criminal from the Syndicate but then again, appearances weren't everything and she herself was a testiment to that. Okay, her brother was more like this but still.

    The group was discussing their plans, mainly that they wanted them, the Ronin, to join up with their Realmless. Meanwhile Goliath's plans were the same as before, get the help of other Realms, or at least make them fight against the Metal Empire if nothing else, like the saying "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." So they were going to continue that course, but Goliath was going to send some of their forces with the other Realmless, Sennecca included. She wished she could've said her farewells to her, but she had been busy with the black lion.

    With not much else to do, she just decided to stay near the conversation between the Big Cat and a Sleipmon that came along.
    Last edited by TheCharredDragon; 18th April 2017 at 11:58 PM.
    Taking a break from the forums

  19. #94
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    The Forests Beyond Ironclad

    Goliath said his farewells to the freed Realmless and wished his comrades luck. He turned to those that remained, his Bancho, and the newer additions of Sleipmon and Plutomon. The Sleipmon knew his father, apparently.

    Quote Originally Posted by Ryia Rohirrim
    “I don't believe it! One of Byron's scrawny cubs taking on the Empire. If my own release wasn't proof of it. I'd stomped any fool who said so otherwise into the earth.”
    "Brion, actually," Goliath grumbled. He had little adoration for his father, who had merely sired him and gone off to fight and battle more challengers to his claim of Alpha. But it didn't seem to deter her.

    “Though it would seem your cause is desperate if you must accept help from the enemy itself. So tell me, how's that grumpy old cat of yours doing?”
    "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. "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."

    =\=/=

    Quote Originally Posted by Ayas Animikii
    “It is unlikely it is a physical force which compels us to obey the Realmpact. Rather a conditioning of the mind, an ingrained instinct, instill unto us from a young age and reinforced with the influences from our peers, parents, elders, and leaders. We are conditioned to accept the Realmpact as the ultimate truth and to say otherwise is heretic.”
    "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."

    "Perhaps he was not a very good judge," Surrak mused. "These Order priests and judges make for wanting allies. If you want real fighters you get dragons."

    "Then perhaps that is where we should go," Ajax said, stepping forward. "The border between the Empire and the Hordes is not far off."


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  20. #95
    Join Date
    May 2008
    Posts
    2,572

    Default

    The canopy above the forest was thick, with many branches and leaves. He had found his perch in little time, wishing to observe the warriors who had freed him and the others from the walls of Ironclad for a moment. He watched as they exchanged words, as the Sleipmon and Plutomon, fellow captives, introduced themselves. The BanchoLeomon, the apparent leader, had a father who the Sleipmon had known. He filed this detail away and found himself amused by the Garudamon who seemed strangely lacking in knowledge of the Realmpact's capabilities. Indeed, as the MetalGarurumon had, he had witnessed the Empire's soldiers use it as a restraint. They had tried the same against him several times before word had spread that the white-masked Beelzemon was Realmless.

    Some of their number were originally from the Metal Empire, he could tell, but it did not worry him. He had seen soldiers of the Empire break rank and attempt to protest its atrocities. Many had been executed for their defiance, but some had escaped. Even in the Empire, there were those willing to defy the Realmpact in the name of their beliefs, whatever those might be.

    He watched a Duftmon approach the group, and wondered if the knightly Digimon shared his intentions. The Legion was so fanatical about the Realmpact that it seemed almost a miracle that any of their number had become Realmless, yet here was one of their warriors broken from the cells of Ironclad. Before taking this vantage point, he had watched numerous Digimon break from their wake and flee into the undergrowth, fearing the swift retaliation of the Metal Empire. They wished to be as far from the prison as possible. It was wise, and he intended to follow their example.

    Hopefully alongside this group, as soon as he had made himself known.

    His wings spread, dark with white membranes. The Beelzemon X descended from his perch amidst the trees as Ajax declared that the border of the Empire and that of the Dragon Hordes was not far away. Touching down lightly between them and the Duftmon, he smiled a warm, cordial smile.

    "Greetings," he said, his tone rich and smooth. He met the eyes of each Digimon in turn with all three of his own before glancing back at the Duftmon. "I wished to thank you for liberating me from Ironclad. And to offer my aid as a part of your group. I have no love for the Empire and I have spent the better part of a year languishing in a cell. I feel I ought to make up for lost time." He bowed, crossing one arm over his chest and folding his wings tight to his back. "I am Adirael Armaros, once of the Unhallowed Syndicate, now Realmless. If I am welcome, I will join you in your efforts."

    Straightening, he looked back at the Duftmon. "My apologies. It seems I interrupted you."

    ----

    A demon landed before him, descending from the canopy. Medraut almost drew his sword on instinct, before stilling his hand at the soft tone of the Beelzemon X's voice

    His training reminded him of the chaos and corruption of the Unhallowed Syndicate. He was reminded of the criminals he had hunted down before, the ones who had seceded from the Syndicate so as to escape the Realmpact's hold. He remembered the furious vengeance he had brought thundering down upon them from Sunhome on high.

    He had been a Blade of the Legion, his sword striking in tandem with a thousand, his feet marching in step with a thousand. That had been when he had the might of the Eternal Legion with him.

    But this one was different. There was a gentleness to his speech and manner that seemed thoroughly genuine. No matter how Medraut probed Adirael's gaze and words for a sense of deceit or mockery, he found them sincere. And in the current situation, he saw no reason to believe the demon was other than he appeared: a fellow Realmless sprung from his cell, who wished to join the fight.

    "Thank you," he said to the Beelzemon, before turning to the BanchoLeomon, whose name he had not heard. "I am Medraut, once of the Legion. Like Adirael, I come to express my gratitude, and to offer you my blade. Though I am but one, and though my brethren see me as traitor and oathbreaker, I wish only to see the Metal Empire brought to justice for its atrocities." He fell to one knee, bowing his head. "If you will have me, I will serve at your side."

    He sensed the Beelzemon looking at him and wondered what Adirael thought of him. But that did not matter. Even if Adirael thought him quaint or amusing, it didn't change that silent oath he had sworn as he fled from his brethren. It did not change his resolve.

    He awaited the BanchoLeomon's answer.

  21. #96
    Join Date
    Aug 2008
    Location
    Somewhere quiet
    Posts
    2,573

    Default

    Versa Victa (BeelStarmon)
    Finally Outside Ironclad


    Two years. Those bastards had kept her locked up like an animal, collar and everything, for two years. The only reason Versa wasn't lashing out in rage was because she was too happy to be free again. That, and she knew for a fact that many others, including several of those present, had been in for just as long if not longer.

    Still, two years was no trifling amount of time. She absentmindedly touched her neck again feeling at the pale strip of skin where the collar that made her helpless had rested. Oh, if only there was more time to stick around, to hunt down every single digimon that had anything to do with that wretched place... But no, empty vengeance was unbecoming. Better to move on to things that wouldn't get her killed in an unholy blaze of glory.

    She flexed her arms again. They felt strange without the chains. Light. Powerful. Her whole body hummed with power with that inhibitor gone. If she didn't have an audience, she'd probable be running through the trees right now, testing her agility. Reveling in the cool breeze, the warm sunlight, the scent of the open air. But first impressions were on the table now.

    Versa only wished she could be sure she was Realmless now. She thought she was before, but when that two-bit squad had fought her down, which took the poor saps far too long, she couldn't even land a hit. Not one damn punch. Not even a bullet from her pistols. What did it take for one to break the hold of the Realmpact? Was it really as simple as renouncing your ties? She had stopped caring about her homeland long before she ever left it... hadn't she? What of her rotten excuse for a family?

    Versa mumbled a curse under her breath. Then another. Her time in the dark had dulled her charm it seemed. Her thoughts were still there in that dark cell even now. She needed to lighten up, let the sunshine back in. Anger, rage, despair... guilt. No, those emotions only drug you down. To defeat the empire, you needed courage, hope, righteous fury... conviction. Radiant hearts to light the darkness. Now she chuckled. A demon musing on about the light in the dark. Perhaps she should have been born into the Eternal Legion instead. Grown into an Orphanimon or a Seraphimon instead. But no, she would have rebelled there too. That probably wouldn't have worked out any better.

    A Beelzemon, and a rather handsome one at that, was the first of the freed captives to introduce himself to the BanchoLeomon, the one they called Goliath. He was the one in charge of this group, these Realmless. He was the one who could break the chains that bound her to the Realmpact, if even the smallest of the rumors she had heard about such things were true. It was strange for a rebel like her to look at another and feel as though her course in life was entirely at their mercy. Just the thought of it made her itch. But that was how it was. Either he made her a true Realmless, or she'd go back to tipping over supply carts and running from Champion levels. A Duftmon was next to introduce himself. No answer from the lion man, but hey, he could answer them all at once.

    What the hell, time to get it over with.

    She flipped her hair, brushing it out of her face as best she could, and strode over to the BanchoLeomon with all the poise and confidence she could muster. Standing before the man who rescued her from that prison, she gave a well practiced bow, one hand across her chest, the other off to the side with an elegant flourish. Appearances before truths, as her mother had told her. Not that she didn't have respect for this warrior, she most certainly did, but showing respect was... unpleasant.

    "My thanks, brave sir." she said, her voice light and cheerful. "I am Versa Victa, originally of the Unhallowed Syndicate, most recently a self-employed rebel against the Metal Empire." Her bow finished, she straightened so as to look the BanchoLeomon in the eye. The BeelStarmon placed a hand on her hip, her elegant smile replaced with an eager grin. "If you can show me what it means to be 'Realmless', then it would be my utmost pleasure to join you in your holy crusade against the Empire."

    Versa tilted her head downward again, blinking long and slow. "That is, if you'll have me along."

    ------------

    Jericho Arcos (RustTyranomon)
    Outside. OUTSIDE.


    His eyes burned. His body ached. Even now, it felt like at any moment he would blink and find himself back in the dark. Back in the cell. His cell. The empty square of metal and stone deep in the bowels of Ironclad that had been his home for what felt like a lifetime.

    How long had it been? He stopped marking days after the first few years, but marking the months made him unsure of his accuracy. And he had stopped marking months long ago too. Until the collar unlocked, he had given up hope that he would ever see this day. And he had still had to pry the collar off of his neck, where it had long since rusted and gotten stuck.

    His knees kept creaking also. Blasted ceiling in his cell had been too low for him to stretch out properly. It had been fitted for him when he was a MetalTyranomon after all, and it was uncomfortable then. Every step right now was both a blissful providence and a source of agony. It would fade eventually, when his oil got following again and his joints were properly lubricated. But for now, raw metal on metal was not a pleasant sensation.

    It wasn't just his knees, though he was sure they had the worst of it. His whole body was a collection of parts that either hadn't moved properly in ages or hadn't moved properly at all since he achieved Mega form. He had done what he could to adjust while in the cell, but with the cramped space, inhibitor collar, and no way to test his strength, he could do little but learn to move and keep his body from wasting away.

    He rose and stretched a little further with each step, each moment, each breath. Slowly uncurling. Slowly feeling the raw power that had nearly caused him to blackout when the collar disengaged and he had felt his true strength as a Mega for the first time. Soon he would be able to stand, able to run, able to fight. Soon, but not now. Now, even walking was pain. Even seeing in this sunlight was a struggle as his eyes tried to adjust to light after thirty years of darkness.

    It was all he could do to follow the group, until the trees of the forest dimmed the light a bit and his eyes slowly adjusted. He took in his company, the prisoners who had been held on the floors above him who probably had no idea he was down below them in the dark, and his rescuers who thankfully had known. He finally settled his stare on the BanchoLeomon. The way he carried himself, the way he looked about the group, and the way the others looked to him in return. He was clearly the one in charge here. Others were even introducing themselves to him and thanking him.

    It was time then. He blinked again, chasing a little more of the glare away, and made his way over to the small group and the BanchoLeomon.

    His joints loudly protesting, the old warrior did his best to kneel with the others. "My name is Jericho Arcos. Many years ago, I served on the Metal Empire's Crack Team." He shook his head. "No, not served. Led. I was a..." he had to search for the word, a lost fragment of memory in a long chain of jumbled history.

    "Field Commander." he finally said. "But I turned against them when my eyes were opened to the cruelty my empire, my emperor, demanded of his subjects. I killed one of my own charges to save a villager." he laughed, a soft dry sound. "Now I know that shouldn't have been possible. So perhaps I am already Realmless. But I hold no allegiance to my former empire. I have rusted alone in the dark of that prison for years upon years. I seek now only the chance to undo the harm I once did."

    The huge machine dinosaur lowered his head. "Please, allow this old soldier to serve you."
    Last edited by TheSequelReturns; 21st April 2017 at 12:04 PM.
    The Digimon Epics

  22. #97
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    To Parts Unknown


    As she waited for the dragon knight to answer, Valentina had listened in to the conversations around her, particularly the one in front involving the leader of their group of Realmless, Goliath, replying to the comments of one of the prisoners that escaped along with them, specifically the Sleipmon who apparently knew the big cat's father. She must have been really old to have known him and yet she didn't seem that affected by her age. Valentina made a note not to get on her bad side if that was truly the case. Experience was as deadly as brute force and wits.

    Though because of the mare's...dislike, to put it lightly, of defected Imperialists, Goliath soon addressed the rest of them, looking at her a bit longer than the others, saying that though he understood the need to fight against injustice, they would have to put behind any grudges from the past. All she did in return was offer a creepy, and somewhat smug, smile.

    "Don't worry about me then, big boss," she said. "I got nothing against anyone in this group, not even the former Imperialists."

    And then several of the prisoners of Ironclad went up to Goliath to formally ask for permission to join the group. Valentina couldn't help but roll her eyes. She could get why they would want to do that but it was still amusing. It seemed to be in the nature of some of them, particularly that Duftmon. That was something she had yet to see for herself, a former Legionnaire a Realmless. She had seen former Imperialists before the OmniShoutmon—and the newer RustTyrannomon from Ironclad—in the group, but not those from Legion. She wondered if it was even harder for them to turn against the Metal Empire because they fought against the Realmpact, something they believed in, something they considered their faith, while the former Imperialists seemed to fight because they saw something that was against their beliefs.

    Being a Legionnaire must have a been an internal war against their morales and their beliefs, and that didn't sound nice.

    As tempting as it was to walk right up to Versa—because she was from the Symdicate—Adirael—because he was also from her home realm and, oddly enough, a gentleman—or both to strike up a conversation with them, she still hadn't gotten an answer from Titus yet and, as insane as she was, she knew it was rude. The guy was a nice one, completely unaffected by her appearance and demeanor. He was good. She wouldn't be rude to him, even just to tease him.

    So she waited for his response, though she idly noted that the OmniShoutmon was having an amusing one.

    ...

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    To Parts Unknown


    Jericho Arcos. Jericho Arcos. [i]Freakin' Jericho Arcos.[i]

    Sura couldn't but get a little wide eyed at that revelation. There had been plenty of Digimon she had heard about during her time in her squad within the D-Brigade. Most of them from Fridge and Chris because both had been training for the position all their life, especially the former considering she was a Sealsdramon. Pleny of them were role models for her, some names she remembered, others she didn't but she remembered their appearance. All of them had fell out of that position after she realized the monstrosities the Empire had been comitting. But she didn't exactly revere them so it wasn't a hard hit, if at all.

    She didn't think one of those names was actually still alive and was in Ironclad. That meant he had seen it, the terrible acts the Empire was doing, long before she and her brother did. Sure, Jaeger obviously had too but this was freakin' Jericho, the MetalTyrannomon that had led his squad with utmost dedication, someone that Fridge had said had inspired him. He had been leading it with much success...until he was branded a traitor. Now he was a RustTyrannomon and now she understood why he had beem imprisoned.

    That was the Empire's mistake though. Sure, he might've been really old, the rust a proof of that, but a Mega was still a Mega and this Mega was freakin' Jericho Arcos. She would be happy to serve and battle by his side, even more so now that she knew the truth from both his words and her mind piecing things together. And talk to him, but he was busy right now with Goliath and she'd probably ramble if she tried to talk to him now. So she gathered her thoughts and waited for the giant dimosaur to be done. But that had beem easier than she thought...if only because she finally noticed that her brother, despite walking, looked lost within himself.

    She frowned in concern and went up to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it.

    "Hey, you all right?"

    ...

    Homer Suga the Dynasmon
    To the Hordes-Empire Border


    Homer blinked as he turned his head to the sound that got his attention. It took a bit for his mind to catch up and when it did, he shook his head. His sister had been worried about him and came to check on him. He noted it was a bit ironic considering he had been thinking of doing the same with her, after he finished his conversation with the elder Garudamon—who had been corrected on his knowledge of the Realmpact. It was true he had been confused about the former Judge's earlier words from he knew of the Realmpact but it was rude to correct him at a place like this, especially in the way Jeager did it.

    Then a RustTyrannomon came up to Goliath and he had lost himself in old memories, memories he ended up reliving without intending to. He was glad Sura snapped him out of it. He had nothing against the rusted dinosaur, even if he was the same species someone he used to trust could turn into... They were two different people. He was rather suprised the RustTyrannomon was Jericho Arcos of all Digimon but that wasn't his concern right now.

    He looked to his sister with a grateful smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine now. Just..." He shook his head, amused at himself for the first time in a long time, though with a little bit of non-surprise. "...apparently had a trigger I didn't know I had."

    Sura sighed in relief at that and let go of his shoulder. She decided to stick with him right now, but there was that look on her face, the one where she was eager to do something but was holding back because, well, often times she had too much energy and not everyone could bear that. And sometimes it was extremely inappropriate, rude, or both. So he followed her gaze and saw she was looking at Jericho, who was talking with Goliath. Ah, now he understood.

    With amusement, he said, "You know, if you want to talk with him, it's best to wait near him, right?"

    She sent a brief glare. "And you're the one who told me to calm down away from most 'mons."

    He just chuckled. It seemed he was still a rookie when it came to retaliating with words, something Sura and her late husband often did.

    "All right, all right," he said before returning his attention back to Ayaash. "Excuse me, but did you answer my question? I didn't hear your answer. I was lost in memories."
    Taking a break from the forums

  23. #98
    Join Date
    Oct 2007
    Location
    Mephisto's Cafe
    Posts
    2,902

    Default

    "You're welcome to join us," Goliath said. He scratched his chin, fighting the urge to glance up and down the BeelStarrmon's...considerable figure. It was a struggle. "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."

    "Gods, control yourself, Big Cat," Emmara muttered under her breath. She crossed her arms. "Just a little suspicious that all these former prisoners want to join us now."

    "Is it?" Ajax asked. "They've spent how long under the Empire's thumb? It's easy for them to want to fight back now."

    "We should go to the Hordes as soon as possible. They'll be sending auxiliary units to reclaim Ironclad and round up prisoners," said Jaeger. "I don't think we want to be caught here when that happens."

    "Ral Zarek might have honor, but the rest likely won't," Goliath agreed with a nod.

    As the Realmless continued on, the terrain around them began to change as well. Where the Conclave was a realm of deep and overgrown vegetation, and the Empires forests were precisely manicured and ordered, the lands encroaching on the Hordes' territory was increasingly rough and jagged. It was hotter and hotter the further they trekked from the forests around Ironclad. There were an increasing number of lava flows and steam vents.

    "How did someone as lovely as you end up in a place like that?" Surreal asked Versa as he glided to a stop beside her.

    "He means to ask how someone with the full opulence of the Syndicate ended up standing against the Empire," Jaeger said, trying in some way to ease Versa into a conversation with the Dragonclaw.

    "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?"

    Surrak pointed to Adirael. "The other one."


    Choose your world. Choose your side.

  24. #99
    Join Date
    May 2008
    Posts
    2,572

    Default

    The lands between the Empire and the Hordes were rocky, barren and above all hot. Adirael moved across the terrain, avoiding gouts of searing steam where they hissed forth from the rock. Beneath his mask, his skin was coated with sweat. He had ventured into this region before, but only sparingly, for it was greatly uncomfortable for non-dragons and especially finely-dressed demons. His four wings were folded to his back.

    As he walked, he overheard Surrak and Jaeger, and caught Surrak's gesture in his direction. A slight smile curved his lips. He had taken note of the new arrivals and could take a fair guess at why Surrak had decided to approach Versa. Presumably her considerable 'assets'. In any case, he would leave them to it for now. He glanced across the group with one eye, picking each out and examining them. This march was rather miserable and good conversation was always welcome. He had missed it sorely during his crusade against the Empire.

    The Duftmon intrigued him most. The Legion venerated the Realmpact with such fanaticism that for one of their number to have turned Realmless was exceedingly rare. He had noticed the omission of a surname from Medraut's introduction too, though he was unsure if it was simply some Legion mannerism he was unfamiliar with. It seemed like the kind of thing their blunt, direct culture might encourage. Medraut was clearly trained, the instinctive reach for his rapier when Adirael descended had shown that, but the warrior was still a mystery. Adirael could understand a Digimon of perhaps any other realm becoming Realmless, even the Astral Order, but the Legion's respect for the Realmpact was so drilled into them that it was thought near-impossible for one of their number to defect.

    With the other Realms, he understood the idea of disillusionment. It was why he had left the Syndicate, seeing its hypocrisy and corruption, and the hollowness of the faith it practised. No, there was no true faith there. Only greed, and the hunger for wealth. It was so farcical. Lecturing the needy on their 'sins' while ruthlessly hoarding wealth to their bosoms, it was as though the priesthood and the upper ranks of the Syndicate simply did not care for the lies they spouted so long as they maintained their grip. Could they honestly believe they would improve Eon were they to inflict such absurdity upon the other Realms? He could understand horror at the Empire's atrocities and a wish to do anything to see them end.

    But for one of the knights who swore to be the swords of the Realmpact to turn against it so was baffling. He would enjoy receiving his answers, if Medraut was forthcoming. But that matter could wait.

    His neck still ached from the bite of the collar around it. He wondered if the others felt the same. He hadn't minded the darkness of his cell, finding it relaxing like the shadows of the Syndicate's churches, but perhaps his fellow prisoners had found it more difficult. Perhaps Medraut, used to the glory of Sunhome, had been more troubled by a dark cell.

    Dodging around a fountain of steam, he turned to the Plutomon he had noticed earlier. He wondered why she and Versa had left the Syndicate, and that seemed a prudent place to start. With a beat of his wings, he glided to her side.

    "Greetings," he said, folding his wings and walking with her. "I'm afraid I don't know your name yet, but I'm certain that you heard mine." He smiled and chuckled. "And I was curious about what misfortune ended with you shackled and bound in Ironclad, and also what led you to leave the Syndicate as I did."

    ----

    The air was rippling with heat. His armor trapped it with him and it was so different to the comforting warmth of the sun from atop Sunhome's bastions. This was sweltering, uncomfortable even. But he had been here before and he was no stranger to this overwhelming heat.

    Medraut marched resolutely, leaping over streams of lava with the aid of his wings, evading the gouts of steam that poured from the rock. He saw Adirael descend to speak with a Plutomon and observed Surrak talking with Versa. So they were already forming their bonds. He wasn't sure where to begin. It was easier with the Legion. There was common ground of the sort he'd known all his life. The law, the Realmpact. He knew the warriors who served under him and the warriors right above him, and they acted as one will. Until he had begun to doubt, and then he had been thrown out of that simple harmony and into this mess of confusion.

    Sometimes since leaving, he'd wondered if the Legion's single-minded nature was as much of a strength as it had seemed when he served.

    He had caught some of the others throwing bemused and puzzled glances his way. Even among the Realmless, he was a curiosity because of his origin, he imagined. The Realmpact was supposed to be the faith of the Legion, venerated above all. And from cradle until he had gone into exile, he had been taught so. The Realmpact was the law, the Realmpact was justice. To so much as think otherwise was unthinkable.

    And so here he was, trudging across a barren, rocky waste with these Realmless.

    He looked at them. So many, so varied. They spanned the eight Realms, though he was the only warrior of the Legion among them. But then that made sense. He wondered if he was the only such Digimon to become Realmless, or if there were others he simply didn't know of.

    For so long he had been locked in that cell. Months, probably, perhaps even years. All he'd had were the mocking words of his guards, telling him about their superiors discussing whether to hand him back to the Legion or just to leave him to rot. For all that time, he had been left, drowning in the darkness and the knowledge that the Empire's crimes were continuing unhindered. And it had made him burn inside to hear their mockery while he rotted in his failure. But no more. Now he would fight with Goliath and these Realmless. Now he would continue his quest.

    He jumped a lava flow and moved over to Goliath.

    "I had no idea there were groups of us, Realmless, I mean," he said. "After I... left the Legion, I fought alone. I didn't know so many had seen the Empire for what it was." He fell silent for a moment. His brethren hadn't. His brethren still believed the Realmpact was justice. That everything the Empire was doing was just. And that the Realmless were injustice manifest, as he had a life ago when he was a Sword.

    "How did you all meet?" he asked. "The way you attacked Ironclad, I'm guessing you have experience fighting together, or you would have gotten in each others' way, so I'd assume you've been fighting as a group for a while at least.

  25. #100
    Join Date
    Oct 2013
    Location
    Somewhere on Earth
    Posts
    1,160

    Default

    Suranuras Suga the OmniShoutmon
    Empire-Horde Border


    Sura found it funny that in all her years of service to the Empire, all the rebels and Realmless she fought and killed, she didn't go to Dragon Horde territory or even at the borders of it often, if at all. She wasn't sure if it was fate or just coincidence, but still, it was funny because even if she hadn't been born here, there was a sense of...belonging. While everyone else was sweating and such at the heat emitted from both the lava and steam, well, she felt hot too, but there was something about it that felt like she fit in this place, despite everything that's happened.

    Maybe when this is all over, she'll stay here. She certainly didn't want to be idle in the Empire. Or maybe she'll go back there. After all, she would have a purpose there, in the Hordes, as far as she knew, it was all about strength and being at the top. Not that Sura minded that, she would like a few fights and she did take pride in her power like any dragon should. But...strength alone wasn't enough for her, not when she was raised with the kind and polite Homer and had been married to stoic but caring Fridge. Now that she thought about it, she probably wouldn't fit that well. She would certainly take a vacation here though.

    As Sura observed the rocky landscape, she couldn't help but wonder if her birth parents were still alive, or if she had any siblings in the place. She was hatched in the Empire. Maybe she could find out one day. It was unlikely they were going to meet such during their campaign. The chances were low and even if some family member was alive, it would be even harder to find out it was them in the first place considering they don't exactly keep records of things.

    But she was digressing as now Jericho Arcos was completely unoccupied.

    Perfect.

    She made a beeline for the aged metal dinosaur and put up one of her biggest smiles.

    "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." She paused to give him some time as she knew she had a tendency to talk fast before she continued. "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." Another pause. "Seriously, it's nice to meet you."

    ...

    Valentina Araw the Plutomon
    Empire-Horde Border


    Ah, the Hordes. It's been a while since she has passed here. Granted, she actually hadn't stayed at Ironclad for long, about one month, probably the shortest out of all of the escaped prisoners if she counted the days towards her execution correctly within the dark, isolated cell. But still, during her little...campaign, she mostly focused on the Unbowed border, probably because they used to be Ray's and Sunshine's home, though ironically neither liked it. Ray was too level headed and planning orientated for such a place and Sunshine was too kind, hence why she never went beyond her Seasarmon form. But that was why she liked them.

    She was a bit surprised that someone came up to her and talked to her, much more it being someone she had planned on asking questions later. It was the refined demon, Adirael from what he had told Goliath earlier. And when she said refined, she really meant that. His demeanor reminded her of a gentleman and unlike what little demons she met when she was young, this one was genuine, unlike those who acted as a gentleman because it meant it was easier for others to trust them.

    He had asked her name...and how she ended up in Ironclad. Well, that was simple enough.

    "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."

    Then the subject turned to her reasons for leaving the Syndicate.

    "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..." she saaid, trailing off. She paused to make sure of her memory. When one did come, the voices agreed with it. "...a Dobermon. Like I said, it's been a while. Been Realmless longer than I've been in the Syndicate."

    She did a glance at the environment to be sure there were no threats before she decided to ask her own questions.

    "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."
    Taking a break from the forums

Page 4 of 6 FirstFirst 123456 LastLast

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •