Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimatum 2: The Argetlahm Adventures ❯ The Briefing ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Ultimanium 
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Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 245 | Status: Completed
Argetlahm Bunks
Day 2, 4:45 AM
Rodent rolled off the top bunk and hit the ground with a loud clang. Gohan opened an eye and looked down at the immoblie Rodent.
"Oh man, do you have to sleep in that thing?" Gohan laughed.
Rodent leaped to his feet and brushed himself off. "Bulletproof armor. Never leave home without it."
Gohan shook his head. "Whatever." He reached across from him and grabbed a back issue of Nintendo Power of his and started flipping through it.
The bunks were generally similar in style. Each was a normal-sized room, with an indentation in the wall where the bunks lied. The top bunk was chained to the wall above the lower one, and both had compartments in the wall for personal belongings. Asides from the bunks was an indented desk with a computer terminal embedded in it and an accompanying swivel chair. A pair of makeshift metal drawers lined off the room.
Rodent opened a drawer, getting out his clothes. He slid on his combat uniform. Strangely, personal possessions of the two had already dotted the room when they arrived. Gohan eventually dragged himself out of bed and dressed up in his normal, comfortable gi. He stretched and followed Rodent out to the turbolift.
********
Karsh shot up in bed. He quickly checked the wall clock. Great, 4:58. Nobody would be in the training room and he could check it out and have a little practice session to himself. He always trained better by himself, though he refused to admit it. He got into his uniform and swiped his axe off of the dresser and headed for the turbolift. He tapped a button on the control panel and the pod shot down almost instantaneously to the next floor. He plodded down the hall and threw open the double doors leading into the gym where training grounds were placed...
And found Vegeta there.
Vegeta sat and threw random punches and kicks into the air, trying to go faster and harder with each assault.
Karsh threw his foot down. "Damn it! Vegeta! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
Vegeta stopped and slowly turned his head to Karsh. "Training. What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?" Karsh mocked.
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?" Vegeta mocked back.
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Frick, stop it, guys!!" Conker yelled.
Karsh and Vegeta stopped staring eachother down to notice Conker standing in the doorway, alongside Davis.
Davis slowly walked in and looked up at the massive arena around him. "...whoa..."
The training grounds of the Argetlahm are a combination of any other type of training centre you can think of. The main gym, a wide, clear open space was clearly built for the wide open melees of the Z fighters. Off in the distance, doors led into a weight room, a shooting range, and a small enclosed room with several bookcases. Far off in the other corner, against the wall there was a large concrete tank with a window on the side showing a bubbling green liquid.
Davis folded his arms. "Now THAT'S accessorizing. What's the green crap?"
Conker shrugged. "Hell if I know. That wasn't there last I checked."
Cody tugged on Davis' jacket. "Hey, Davis."
"Hey, Cody! You guys already up?"
"Yeah. We were going to join in on training. You wanna come help wake the digimon up?"
********
Armadillomon sat on his back and stared dazingly at the unfashionable grey steel platform above his head. He hated it.
Or, more, the snoring Goku on top of it.
Armadillomon climbed off of the bed, shaking his head. Two hours of sleep. Maybe ditching Veemon and the gang WASN'T such a good idea. He began to stumble toward the door on the far end of the room when Cody flung it open and sent him flying into the wall opposite.
"Armadillomon? ... oh, there you are. C'mon." Cody picked up the dazed Armadillomon and began to make his way down the hall to the turbolift. "Hey, Davis. Try the miscellaneous rooms, Veemon and them might be there."
"No prob, I'll be right over there."
********
Like many other people, Tai was taking time off to stare at the celing.
"So, lemme get this straight..." Tai said. He reached for the two Ultima Weapon blades that sat in his personal compartment. "The Mastermune is a battlestaff too?"
"Swallow." Serge sighed.
"No thanks."
"No, that's what it's called. A swallow."
Tai sat to comtemplate the immeasurable might of the ultimate weapon, the Mastermune, the... swallow. Tai collapsed to his bed again laughing his head off.
Serge lied face down. "This is NEVER going to blow over..."
"Blow? Swallow? Make up your mind!!" Tai pounded the bed again, laughing all the way.
"I'd like to see YOU think up a better name."
Tai thought for a second. "...Zidane called it a thief sword. I would rather say that than... SWALLOW!! BWHAAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!"
Serge sighed. "Thief sword. Not too much of a sword. Daggers. Or, if it was a single-shafted weapon at some point, a..." He stopped. "....swallow."
Tai began losing breath. "WHAHAAHAHAHAHAH... WHAHAHAHAH...WAHAHAAHAHA... HAHAH..." He began coughing. "Still.. *hack* you have to be nuts to call it a... SWALLOW!! BHWHAAHAHAAH...."
Serge stuck his head underneath his pillow. "...forget it..."
********
TK was following the old time tradition of... you guessed it... celing-watching.
"So you're Lord Raul..."
"Point being?"
"Well... do you understand Ultimanium any? Like, do you know why we're really here?
"That's what we are here for, Takeru." Raul sighed.
"....how do you know my name?"
"We're all friends around here."
********
Patamon hovered away from his bundled blankets on the bunk. He shook Agumon awake.
"Hey.. yeah? Patamon? What's going on?"
The miscellaneous bunk was just like any other, except for the valid difference that the wall behind the computer had been torn out, essentially making the entire bunk one room.
"Well.." Patamon moaned. "..have you seen Veemon?"
********
The turbolift slid to a halt, and Veemon stepped out into the hall ahead of him. He gave a cautious glance to the corridor ahead of him, covered in a deep red glaze given off by the hall lights. No, nothing was wrong here. But Veemon should've known better.
Veemon folded his arms. "Ha! I KNEW he would've made something like that up! I guess I'll be on my way there then.."
Veemon took a step forward and heard a faint crackle. He looked around nervously.
"...yeah, just playing with my mind..."
Veemon took another step forward, and a 10,000 volt shock shot through his body, sending the smoking digimon flying back down the hall, and slamming against the closed steel doors of the turbolift.
He choked out a cough. "...Maybe I should wait until Gatomon comes out next time."
Kari stepped out of a nearby room and looked at the recently charred Veemon. "ughh... Veemon? What are you doing down here?"
Veemon sweatdropped and leaped back to his feet. "er.. um.. checking if you were awake. That's it, yeah! Well, see ya! Gotta train! Yeah... yeah! That's it. Yeah!" The turbolift doors flew open and Veemon flung himself inside. With a hum, the lift shot back to the top of the shaft.
Gatomon walked out of the room, stretching. "Who was it?"
Kari smiled at Gatomon. "A secret admirer. You might know him."
Gatomon frowned. "Not again."
"Geez, Gato, what's wrong with you? A week ago you were head over he..."
"Don't start, Kari. I only went along with him to get information on the Quad DNA Digivolve, because I knew there was only one other way I could get close enough."
Kari sulked. "If Veemon knew that, he'd be heartbroken."
Gatomon shrugged. "You win some, you lose some. Veemon just loses a lot."
********
A message crackled over the loudspeakers in the halls of the Argetlahm.
"Wake up, everybody. One thing you should know aboard the Argetlahm is that while you will train how you please, we will have a strict curfew. Lights out at 11:00 PM, lights on at 5:00 AM. I want everybody to take the turbolift the the floor above the war room. We are having breakfast, and I need to speak to all of you for a second. Thank you."
The turbolift clanked at the top of the shaft. Everybody stepped out of it into the mess hall of the ship. Not really that large, the hall only had around 60 seats, but it was large enough to host. Three buffet tables lined the east wall. Each group sat down together at their corresponding tables.
Ultimanium stepped out of a back room and looked around at his group. "...where's Cloud?"
The turbolift hit the top of the shaft again, and a halfdressed, unshaven Cloud stepped out and sat down next to Kid. Everybody at the table got up and moved down one seat.
Ultimanium sweatdropped. "Well.. anyways... welcome to the mess hall. Meals will be held here.. breakfast at 600 hours, lunch at 1300 hours, and supper at 2000 hours. No ifs, ands, or buts. But the real reason I've summoned you all here is that I will be announcing our first strike at Ultramagnus." he set down a small holographic projector on the table and flipped it on. The entire west wall was covered with a bright green topographical map.
"We will be heading to the third dimension soon," Ultimanium announced. "Our first mission will be to sabotage an android assembly plant on the outskirts of Magnopolis, the world's subcapital. I need you to divide into two teams. One will get in through a back entrance using the J3, and the other will launch a frontal assault on the plant to attract attention. I leave the decision up to you, but I suggest using your melee fighters to sneak and the tougher mobile ones to attack. Come with your decisions to me."
The projector turned off. Everybody quickly huddled in the center of the room.
"Alright," Tai whispered. "Me, Davis, and TK will attack. Does anyone want to come with us?"
"Me and Gohan will," Goku said. "We have projectile attacks."
"I'll come too," Conker said. "I got the guns. Berri'll back us up, I'll outfit her."
Tai pointed and divided the group into two. "Kari, Cody, Serge, Kid, Karsh, Cloud, and Squall will do the sneaking."
Rodent hopped up and down. "What about meeeeee?!"
"Rodent," Tai pointed. "You're recon."
Rodent sulked. "Figures."
Vegeta folded his arms. "Hah! That must be painful! While us warriors are out doing the work...."
Tai looked up. "Vegeta, you're on recon too."
Vegeta slammed a fist down on the table. "WHAAAT?!?"
"Aw, don't worry. It's not too hard. Just sit tight and warn us if anything's coming, and..."
"I can't believe this!!" Vegeta threw over the table and plowed through the mess hall double doors.
Ultimanium turned back away from the entrance. "So you have your teams then?"
Kid jotted down the listing on a piece of paper and slid it across the table to Ultimanium. "Sure do."
ASSAULT TEAM
Davis
Veemon
Taichi
Agumon
Takeru
Patamon
Goku
Gohan
Conker
Berri
COVERT TEAM
Kari
Gatomon
Cody
Armadillomon
Serge
Kid< br> Karsh
Cloud
Squall
RECON
Vegeta
Rode nt
Ultimanium looked up from his sheet. "So you have recons. They should be escorting the covert team. Vegeta and Rodent can set up on the mesa southwest of the plant, here." Ultimanium pointed at a small extension on the holomap. "In two hours we'll begin shifting you guys in, at the dropzone shown here." A large red X appeared in the topleft corner of the map. "A bit of a way to walk to the plant, but you shouldn't have a problem getting there, and you won't be detected until you actually enter the factory limits. That is all I have to say. Good luck, heroes."
Two hours passed, and the entire group was huddled close in the expansive export hangar of the Argetlahm. A force field was the only keeping anybody from being sucked out into linear space.
Veemon plodded alongside Davis to the large dropship waiting for them in the centre of the large chamber. "Hitching off of the J3 sounds kinda disorienting."
Davis turned back. "Don't worry, 10 minutes and we'll be near Magnopolis. Just keep that in mind and maybe we won't get sick.. or get jet lag.... or stuff.. who am I kidding, this is screwed up. Just sit tight and hold on."
Goku climbed into the grey-plated transport. "Can't be much faster than a Saiyan space pod, could it be that bad..."
Gohan, on the other hand, was already getting sick.
Tai buckled himself into the heavily padded seat in the dropship, as did Agumon. Both winced as they thought about being thrown forward in their seats from the dimensional jump. Kari, Cody, TK and their respective digimon all followed suit. Serge, Kid, Karsh all secured themselves in their backseats and shuddered.
Cloud hoisted himself onto the floor platform of the dropship. "Just out of curiosity, does anyone have any idea how to pilot this thing?"
Berri sat crosslegged in the passenger seat. Conker slumped into the pilot chair and examined the control panels ahead of him carefully. "...I think I can operate it. Just a second."
Conker glanced around, and found the toggle he was looked for. As the switch snapped back, Magnus' face filled the transmission screen in the ship celing ahead of Conker.
"Dropship Sigma cleared for takeoff."
Conker drummed his hands on the armrests. "....Magnus? Do you have any idea how to work this thing?"
"It should be easy. The J3 is routed into its engines. You just have to engage the solid thrusters and jump the dimension how you would with the J3 by itself."
Conker looked around. The printer panel from the J3 lied in front of him. "Gotcha. Hold on! Hyperspeed!" He reached forward and threw the switch, throwing the dropship out of the hangar of the Argetlahm with a massive blast of the engines. The Sigma screeched to a halt as fast as it started.
Berri peered over beside her headrest. "Everyone alright there?"
Every single person in the cabin was pale white, not breathing, eyes wide and bloodshot.
Conker threw another joystick forward. "Note to self, DON'T start with afterburners. Oops."
A green-white rift tore open in front of the dropship. Without rousing its passengers once again, the ship slowly hovered into the dimensional rip and disappeared.
Day 2, 4:45 AM
Rodent rolled off the top bunk and hit the ground with a loud clang. Gohan opened an eye and looked down at the immoblie Rodent.
"Oh man, do you have to sleep in that thing?" Gohan laughed.
Rodent leaped to his feet and brushed himself off. "Bulletproof armor. Never leave home without it."
Gohan shook his head. "Whatever." He reached across from him and grabbed a back issue of Nintendo Power of his and started flipping through it.
The bunks were generally similar in style. Each was a normal-sized room, with an indentation in the wall where the bunks lied. The top bunk was chained to the wall above the lower one, and both had compartments in the wall for personal belongings. Asides from the bunks was an indented desk with a computer terminal embedded in it and an accompanying swivel chair. A pair of makeshift metal drawers lined off the room.
Rodent opened a drawer, getting out his clothes. He slid on his combat uniform. Strangely, personal possessions of the two had already dotted the room when they arrived. Gohan eventually dragged himself out of bed and dressed up in his normal, comfortable gi. He stretched and followed Rodent out to the turbolift.
********
Karsh shot up in bed. He quickly checked the wall clock. Great, 4:58. Nobody would be in the training room and he could check it out and have a little practice session to himself. He always trained better by himself, though he refused to admit it. He got into his uniform and swiped his axe off of the dresser and headed for the turbolift. He tapped a button on the control panel and the pod shot down almost instantaneously to the next floor. He plodded down the hall and threw open the double doors leading into the gym where training grounds were placed...
And found Vegeta there.
Vegeta sat and threw random punches and kicks into the air, trying to go faster and harder with each assault.
Karsh threw his foot down. "Damn it! Vegeta! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
Vegeta stopped and slowly turned his head to Karsh. "Training. What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?" Karsh mocked.
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?" Vegeta mocked back.
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Training! What the hell are YOU doing up here?"
"Frick, stop it, guys!!" Conker yelled.
Karsh and Vegeta stopped staring eachother down to notice Conker standing in the doorway, alongside Davis.
Davis slowly walked in and looked up at the massive arena around him. "...whoa..."
The training grounds of the Argetlahm are a combination of any other type of training centre you can think of. The main gym, a wide, clear open space was clearly built for the wide open melees of the Z fighters. Off in the distance, doors led into a weight room, a shooting range, and a small enclosed room with several bookcases. Far off in the other corner, against the wall there was a large concrete tank with a window on the side showing a bubbling green liquid.
Davis folded his arms. "Now THAT'S accessorizing. What's the green crap?"
Conker shrugged. "Hell if I know. That wasn't there last I checked."
Cody tugged on Davis' jacket. "Hey, Davis."
"Hey, Cody! You guys already up?"
"Yeah. We were going to join in on training. You wanna come help wake the digimon up?"
********
Armadillomon sat on his back and stared dazingly at the unfashionable grey steel platform above his head. He hated it.
Or, more, the snoring Goku on top of it.
Armadillomon climbed off of the bed, shaking his head. Two hours of sleep. Maybe ditching Veemon and the gang WASN'T such a good idea. He began to stumble toward the door on the far end of the room when Cody flung it open and sent him flying into the wall opposite.
"Armadillomon? ... oh, there you are. C'mon." Cody picked up the dazed Armadillomon and began to make his way down the hall to the turbolift. "Hey, Davis. Try the miscellaneous rooms, Veemon and them might be there."
"No prob, I'll be right over there."
********
Like many other people, Tai was taking time off to stare at the celing.
"So, lemme get this straight..." Tai said. He reached for the two Ultima Weapon blades that sat in his personal compartment. "The Mastermune is a battlestaff too?"
"Swallow." Serge sighed.
"No thanks."
"No, that's what it's called. A swallow."
Tai sat to comtemplate the immeasurable might of the ultimate weapon, the Mastermune, the... swallow. Tai collapsed to his bed again laughing his head off.
Serge lied face down. "This is NEVER going to blow over..."
"Blow? Swallow? Make up your mind!!" Tai pounded the bed again, laughing all the way.
"I'd like to see YOU think up a better name."
Tai thought for a second. "...Zidane called it a thief sword. I would rather say that than... SWALLOW!! BWHAAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!"
Serge sighed. "Thief sword. Not too much of a sword. Daggers. Or, if it was a single-shafted weapon at some point, a..." He stopped. "....swallow."
Tai began losing breath. "WHAHAAHAHAHAHAH... WHAHAHAHAH...WAHAHAAHAHA... HAHAH..." He began coughing. "Still.. *hack* you have to be nuts to call it a... SWALLOW!! BHWHAAHAHAAH...."
Serge stuck his head underneath his pillow. "...forget it..."
********
TK was following the old time tradition of... you guessed it... celing-watching.
"So you're Lord Raul..."
"Point being?"
"Well... do you understand Ultimanium any? Like, do you know why we're really here?
"That's what we are here for, Takeru." Raul sighed.
"....how do you know my name?"
"We're all friends around here."
********
Patamon hovered away from his bundled blankets on the bunk. He shook Agumon awake.
"Hey.. yeah? Patamon? What's going on?"
The miscellaneous bunk was just like any other, except for the valid difference that the wall behind the computer had been torn out, essentially making the entire bunk one room.
"Well.." Patamon moaned. "..have you seen Veemon?"
********
The turbolift slid to a halt, and Veemon stepped out into the hall ahead of him. He gave a cautious glance to the corridor ahead of him, covered in a deep red glaze given off by the hall lights. No, nothing was wrong here. But Veemon should've known better.
Veemon folded his arms. "Ha! I KNEW he would've made something like that up! I guess I'll be on my way there then.."
Veemon took a step forward and heard a faint crackle. He looked around nervously.
"...yeah, just playing with my mind..."
Veemon took another step forward, and a 10,000 volt shock shot through his body, sending the smoking digimon flying back down the hall, and slamming against the closed steel doors of the turbolift.
He choked out a cough. "...Maybe I should wait until Gatomon comes out next time."
Kari stepped out of a nearby room and looked at the recently charred Veemon. "ughh... Veemon? What are you doing down here?"
Veemon sweatdropped and leaped back to his feet. "er.. um.. checking if you were awake. That's it, yeah! Well, see ya! Gotta train! Yeah... yeah! That's it. Yeah!" The turbolift doors flew open and Veemon flung himself inside. With a hum, the lift shot back to the top of the shaft.
Gatomon walked out of the room, stretching. "Who was it?"
Kari smiled at Gatomon. "A secret admirer. You might know him."
Gatomon frowned. "Not again."
"Geez, Gato, what's wrong with you? A week ago you were head over he..."
"Don't start, Kari. I only went along with him to get information on the Quad DNA Digivolve, because I knew there was only one other way I could get close enough."
Kari sulked. "If Veemon knew that, he'd be heartbroken."
Gatomon shrugged. "You win some, you lose some. Veemon just loses a lot."
********
A message crackled over the loudspeakers in the halls of the Argetlahm.
"Wake up, everybody. One thing you should know aboard the Argetlahm is that while you will train how you please, we will have a strict curfew. Lights out at 11:00 PM, lights on at 5:00 AM. I want everybody to take the turbolift the the floor above the war room. We are having breakfast, and I need to speak to all of you for a second. Thank you."
The turbolift clanked at the top of the shaft. Everybody stepped out of it into the mess hall of the ship. Not really that large, the hall only had around 60 seats, but it was large enough to host. Three buffet tables lined the east wall. Each group sat down together at their corresponding tables.
Ultimanium stepped out of a back room and looked around at his group. "...where's Cloud?"
The turbolift hit the top of the shaft again, and a halfdressed, unshaven Cloud stepped out and sat down next to Kid. Everybody at the table got up and moved down one seat.
Ultimanium sweatdropped. "Well.. anyways... welcome to the mess hall. Meals will be held here.. breakfast at 600 hours, lunch at 1300 hours, and supper at 2000 hours. No ifs, ands, or buts. But the real reason I've summoned you all here is that I will be announcing our first strike at Ultramagnus." he set down a small holographic projector on the table and flipped it on. The entire west wall was covered with a bright green topographical map.
"We will be heading to the third dimension soon," Ultimanium announced. "Our first mission will be to sabotage an android assembly plant on the outskirts of Magnopolis, the world's subcapital. I need you to divide into two teams. One will get in through a back entrance using the J3, and the other will launch a frontal assault on the plant to attract attention. I leave the decision up to you, but I suggest using your melee fighters to sneak and the tougher mobile ones to attack. Come with your decisions to me."
The projector turned off. Everybody quickly huddled in the center of the room.
"Alright," Tai whispered. "Me, Davis, and TK will attack. Does anyone want to come with us?"
"Me and Gohan will," Goku said. "We have projectile attacks."
"I'll come too," Conker said. "I got the guns. Berri'll back us up, I'll outfit her."
Tai pointed and divided the group into two. "Kari, Cody, Serge, Kid, Karsh, Cloud, and Squall will do the sneaking."
Rodent hopped up and down. "What about meeeeee?!"
"Rodent," Tai pointed. "You're recon."
Rodent sulked. "Figures."
Vegeta folded his arms. "Hah! That must be painful! While us warriors are out doing the work...."
Tai looked up. "Vegeta, you're on recon too."
Vegeta slammed a fist down on the table. "WHAAAT?!?"
"Aw, don't worry. It's not too hard. Just sit tight and warn us if anything's coming, and..."
"I can't believe this!!" Vegeta threw over the table and plowed through the mess hall double doors.
Ultimanium turned back away from the entrance. "So you have your teams then?"
Kid jotted down the listing on a piece of paper and slid it across the table to Ultimanium. "Sure do."
ASSAULT TEAM
Davis
Veemon
Taichi
Agumon
Takeru
Patamon
Goku
Gohan
Conker
Berri
COVERT TEAM
Kari
Gatomon
Cody
Armadillomon
Serge
Kid< br> Karsh
Cloud
Squall
RECON
Vegeta
Rode nt
Ultimanium looked up from his sheet. "So you have recons. They should be escorting the covert team. Vegeta and Rodent can set up on the mesa southwest of the plant, here." Ultimanium pointed at a small extension on the holomap. "In two hours we'll begin shifting you guys in, at the dropzone shown here." A large red X appeared in the topleft corner of the map. "A bit of a way to walk to the plant, but you shouldn't have a problem getting there, and you won't be detected until you actually enter the factory limits. That is all I have to say. Good luck, heroes."
Two hours passed, and the entire group was huddled close in the expansive export hangar of the Argetlahm. A force field was the only keeping anybody from being sucked out into linear space.
Veemon plodded alongside Davis to the large dropship waiting for them in the centre of the large chamber. "Hitching off of the J3 sounds kinda disorienting."
Davis turned back. "Don't worry, 10 minutes and we'll be near Magnopolis. Just keep that in mind and maybe we won't get sick.. or get jet lag.... or stuff.. who am I kidding, this is screwed up. Just sit tight and hold on."
Goku climbed into the grey-plated transport. "Can't be much faster than a Saiyan space pod, could it be that bad..."
Gohan, on the other hand, was already getting sick.
Tai buckled himself into the heavily padded seat in the dropship, as did Agumon. Both winced as they thought about being thrown forward in their seats from the dimensional jump. Kari, Cody, TK and their respective digimon all followed suit. Serge, Kid, Karsh all secured themselves in their backseats and shuddered.
Cloud hoisted himself onto the floor platform of the dropship. "Just out of curiosity, does anyone have any idea how to pilot this thing?"
Berri sat crosslegged in the passenger seat. Conker slumped into the pilot chair and examined the control panels ahead of him carefully. "...I think I can operate it. Just a second."
Conker glanced around, and found the toggle he was looked for. As the switch snapped back, Magnus' face filled the transmission screen in the ship celing ahead of Conker.
"Dropship Sigma cleared for takeoff."
Conker drummed his hands on the armrests. "....Magnus? Do you have any idea how to work this thing?"
"It should be easy. The J3 is routed into its engines. You just have to engage the solid thrusters and jump the dimension how you would with the J3 by itself."
Conker looked around. The printer panel from the J3 lied in front of him. "Gotcha. Hold on! Hyperspeed!" He reached forward and threw the switch, throwing the dropship out of the hangar of the Argetlahm with a massive blast of the engines. The Sigma screeched to a halt as fast as it started.
Berri peered over beside her headrest. "Everyone alright there?"
Every single person in the cabin was pale white, not breathing, eyes wide and bloodshot.
Conker threw another joystick forward. "Note to self, DON'T start with afterburners. Oops."
A green-white rift tore open in front of the dropship. Without rousing its passengers once again, the ship slowly hovered into the dimensional rip and disappeared.