Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digimon(2).EXE ❯ Transmission 01: Going Digital ( Chapter 1 )

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Digimon(2).EXE

Digimon(2).EXE

By Wolf O'Donnell

WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains NO graphic depictions of a heterosexual and homosexual nature. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Digimon(2).EXE is based on Rockman.EXE, which is copyrighted by Capcom Ltd. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

Transmission 01: Going Digital
Lesson 1: Paths are the digital representation of wires and connections between computers. Terminals are the digital representation of computers or machines connected up to the Net, otherwise known as the Digital World. It is impossible for anything to stray off a path and terminals, as nothing exists beyond them.

Lesson 2: The Digital World is divided into ten official domains, each run by a nation. No two domains are the same and are categorised by the style of their paths and terminals and by the 'sky'.

Lesson 3: Digivolution is when a Digimon is upgraded a level. There are six levels- Baby, In-Training, Rookie, Champion, Ultimate and Mega.

Lesson 4: DigiModify Data (DMD) are special battle programs that can be loaded on to DigiModify Chips. They alter your Digimon, giving them temporary special abilities that can be used in battle against viruses or against Digimon.

Lesson 5: There are three types of Digimon- data, vaccine and virus. Data types can use more DMDs than other types. Vaccine types take less damage, whilst virus types have have a more powerful attacks. When picking a Digimon, you must be very careful. If you prefer DigiModifying your Digimon, then the data-type is for you. If you prefer defence, the vaccine type and if you prefer offence, then the virus type.

Lesson 6: All Digimon are classified by six styles- normal, aqua, fire, wood, earth and electrical.

These were the lessons that Takato Matsuda had to know. His Digimon was a Rookie level, fire-style, virus-type by the name of Guilmon. There was a point in Guilmon's life when he had reached Mega level, but an unfortunate infection with a Flu.1160 virus had weakened his Digimon.
"Okay, class, today we will be going over the basics of Digimon styles," announced Ms. Asaji, as she got up from her seat. She pulled her D-Tector from out of her drawer. "Remember that styles do not only apply just to Digimon. They also apply to viruses, so if you do come across an elemental style virus when using the Net, you can apply the techniques you learn in today's lesson against them."
A D-Tector was the latest model of the D-Scanner. It was capable of storing more DMDs than its predecessor and was also capable of storing the newly invented Matrix Data. Unlike DMDs, Matrix Data could only be used outside of Duels, and was used for healing a Digimon after a tough battle or unlocking locked data packets and much more. Every person now had a D-Tector, including the teachers, whom used them to store their teaching data.
"Class, take out your D-Tectors and plug them in to your computer terminals," ordered Ms. Asaji, as she plugged her D-Tector into the blackboard, which was in actual fact, a rather large computer screen made to look like a blackboard.
Takato smiled. Another IT Lesson. He loved IT lessons because he was so good at them. Heck, he was the one that saved the entire Earth Sphere from the Juggernaut Virus, after all. If anything, he should have been the one to give the lesson. Well, either him or Jenrya.
"Guilmon," he whispered to his Digimon, as he reached for his D-Tector. Like the D-Scanner before it, his D-Tector looked just like a flip-top lid mobile phone. "You heard Ms. Asaji, right?"
"You betcha, Takato," replied Guilmon from the D-Scanner.
"Okay, I'll plug you in now."

A beam of light, known as a data stream, shone down from the 'sky' (for lack of a better word) and hit the ground. A red dinosaur Digimon, with a white stomach and a grey hazard symbol on it, materialised in the data stream and the beam of light disappeared. The fire-style Digimon, Guilmon, looked around him. Yep, the place hadn't changed much.
Guilmon stood on a terminal that was about the same size as Takato's classroom, and it was the same shape too. A blackboard floated in mid-air at the front of the terminal and Digimon stood in areas that represented where their Operators (the people who owned them) were in the Real World. The terminal itself was green and looked like a motherboard. The paths that led away from the terminal (there was only the one) looked like they were made out pencil slices, like slices from a banana. These terminals and paths floated in mid-air, completely surrounded by something that was akin to a screensaver of a collage of textbook scraps.
A white Program floated in front of the floating blackboard. It had a roundish head, with frilly, purple-edged ears and feet. Its legs were stubby, as were its arms and it had rather large, green eyes. On its forehead was a red triangle with three, smaller, black triangles around it, which formed a six-pointed star. That symbol appeared on the foreheads of all Programs, as it was the symbol of the Officials.
"Let's begin your lesson, shall we?" said Ms. Asaji's voice, which came from apparently nowhere. "Today, we shall learn the Rule of Elemental Weakness. As you learnt in last week's lesson, there are six styles, five of which are elemental. Who can name all five elemental styles? Yes, Mayumi?"
"Aqua, Fire, Wood, Earth and Electrical," came the reply.
"Good," praised Ms. Asaji. "Now, in the Real World, everyone knows that water can put out a fire, right? Well, in the Digital World, it's similar. Aqua attacks are strong against fire style Digimon or viruses. Now, remember this rule and you won't go wrong. Aqua is weak against electricity, which is weak against earth, which is weak against wood, which is weak against fire, which is weak against aqua."
Guilmon didn't bother listening. He knew this already. The Digimon, being a fire-style Digmon, had encountered quite a few aqua-style viruses before. They really hurt him. Guilmon yawned loudly, not paying attention to Ms. Asaji, as she droned on about how combinations of attacks that utilised the Rule of Weakness could be used to deal a huge amount of damage to computer viruses.
"So, let's put this all into practice, shall we?" suggested Ms. Asaji.
"Activating Duelling Area!" announced the Program.
Guilmon suddenly found himself in a three by six tiled area, which was divided into two sections. His half consisted of tiles with red edges, and the other half consisted of tiles with blue edges. He heard Takato tell him to be careful.
"I will be," he told his Operator.
"Here is your first problem," announced the white Program. "Here is an ElecBug virus. What style attack should you use?"

Takato looked at the computer screen. He saw an isometric bird's eye view of Guilmon and where his Digimon friend was. A third of the screen, however, had been taken up with a menu of DMDs that was available to him.
"Easy!" he exclaimed, as he selected an earth-style attack and watched as Guilmon used the earth-style QuakeShock DMD against the ElecBug.
The next problem was a little bit tricky. The virus was clearly an aqua-style virus, however, it was floating above a grass tile. It was well known that wood styles could heal on grass tiles. If Takato used a fire-style attack against the aqua-style, the grass tile would cause double damage to the aqua-style virus. However, the aqua-style virus was weak to electricity-style attacks, so if he used an electricity-style attack against it, that would also cause double damage.
'What was it that Ms. Asaji said?' wondered Takato, as he looked at the DMDs laid out before him. That's it! Use the one that causes the most damage. He looked at the two styles of Modify Data he had. The fire-style was more powerful, so he picked that one.

The pale-faced man smiled, as he sat in his chair. His gloved hands were tented in front of him, as he rested his elbows on the arms of his executive-style chair. This man was a very powerful person. He was one of the most influential people in the entire Earth Sphere, which was the name given to the Orbital Space Ring and the Planet Earth combined. His competition were falling behind.
Only one person could guide the Earth Sphere to the future and that person was him, because he was the Leader of the notorious Blue Dragon Criminal Syndicate or just Dragon Syndicate for short. The names of the Syndicates were based on the Zenith Cross and the four Gods that were supposed to stand at the four cardinal points around Kyoto, hence there were three others- the Red Phoenix Criminal Syndicate, the Snake and Tortoise Syndicate and the White Tiger Criminal Syndicate.
Those Syndicates did not matter to him. What mattered to him was profit and the Clone Project. Yes, of all the things that mattered, the Clone Project was the most important of them. Without it, his dreams of destroying the other Syndicates would have been in vain.
"Agent H, are you in position?" asked the Head of the Dragon Syndicate.
"Yes, Your Excellency," replied a voice from the computer. "Everything is ready."
That was good. That was very good indeed. Whatever His Excellency wished for, he got. That was, after all, the point of being the head of a crime syndicate, wasn't it?
"Proceed then," he ordered.
"Yes, Sir!"
The screen flickered and then returned to the document that had been on it previously. His Excellency, the Head of the Dragon Syndicate, then reached out and switched his computer off. There was no need to have it on. He rose from his leather chair and turned round to face the large window and the view it gave him of the city that sprawled out in front of him. He chuckled. Yes, it was a good day for the Syndicate. It was a very good day for the Syndicate indeed.

Takato reached up and readjusted his striped, school tie. His school uniform consisted of a blue blazer over a white shirt with grey trousers and black shoes, and a black tie with yellow stripes. All schools throughout the Orbital Space Ring required pupils to wear uniforms, regardless of whether the schools were state-run or not.
"And don't let me catch you with an askew tie again, mister," barked the Vice-Principal, before he turned round sharply and continued down the corridor.
"Man, he's uptight," sighed Takato, before he muttered some rude obscenities about the Vice-Principal under his breath. He turned and walked over to the staircase.
"Hey, Takato!" called out a voice from behind the brown-haired youth, which made Takato turn round once more. "Wait up!"
It was Kai Urazoe one of Takato's best friends. Kai had dark brown hair, which was messier than Takato's and longer, so long in fact, that the youth had a tiny little ponytail at the back of his head. He ran straight up to Takato, a cheerful smile on his face.
"So, you heading for the cafeteria or did you remember to bring a packed lunch this time?" asked Kai with a chuckle.
After so many years, one would have thought that school meals would have improved. Fat chance.
"I remembered this time, Kai," he told his friend, as he gestured towards his backpack. "Come on, let's get going before the place packs up." Takato was about to set foot on to the first step, when a horrible screeching noise made him grind to a halt and grind his teeth. "What's that noise?" he shouted, covering his ears with the palms of his hands. He couldn't bear it. The hideous clamour was painful. "I feel as if my head's going to explode!"
"Takato, don't listen!" warned Guilmon, but his voice couldn't be heard over the racket. "Don't listen, Takato!"
"Man, that smarts!" cried Kai, as the noise got to him. He felt himself weakening at the onslaught of noise. It felt as if someone was branding his brain with a red hot, iron. Kai felt as if his legs would buckle underneath him.
There was a crackling and the screeching noise from the speakers began to waver and slow down. It became a low, growling speech. That was when Takato realised that there was a subliminal message hidden in the awful screeching. Takato suddenly heard the screech stop completely.
"Man, what was up with that?" asked Kai curiously, as he felt his strength coming back up. He uncovered his ears and slowly got back up to his feet.
Takato looked up at the speakers and then around him.
"I don't know," he replied quietly. He looked up and down the corridor, seeing the other students recovering. "I just don't know," he sighed.

Several paths and large platforms floated in a sky that looked like a screensaver of a collage of textbook scraps. These were the paths and terminals of the school's computer network. The paths looked as if they were made from slices of pencil and the terminals looked like the chequered linoleum floor of the school.
And on one of these terminals stood a Digimon program. It looked like an anthropomorphic fox with yellow and white fur. On each of its arms was a long, purple wristband each with the Yin-Yang symbol on it.
"Ruki, I've cut the PA System off from the network," announced the Digimon.
"Good work, Renamon," praised a female voice. "Now go and get that Syndicate Digimon."
Renamon nodded her head.
"Right," she agreed, before she turned round. She was about to take a step forward, when an shower of dark stars hit her. Renamon was suddenly propelled backwards. She hit the floor of the terminal with a heavy thud, before electricity suddenly crackled through her body.
"Renamon!" cried Ruki.
"You're not going anywhere," laughed a snide voice that seemed to echo all around Renamon. "I've got orders from my Operator to terminate all Digimon that interfere with the Syndicate's plans and that includes you, foxy!"

Takato heard a ringing and delved into his pocket, bringing out his D-Tector. He flipped the lid open and placed the thing to his ear like a phone.
"Moshi, moshi, Takato speaking," announced the brown-haired youth. "Ruki? What's up?" He listened as Renamon's Operator talked to him. "Okay, I'll be right there."
"Sounds serious," stated Guilmon, as he had heard what Ruki had said. How couldn't he? After all, he lived within the D-Tector and in a way he was the D-Tector.
"Yeah, it does," agreed Takato with a nod of his head. He closed the lid of his lunchbox and turned to face Kai, whom was looking at him with a curious look on his face. "Kai, do you mind looking after my lunch for me?" he asked his friend. "I've got to go help Ruki."
A frown spread across Kai's face. He had never known Takato to interrupt his lunch for anything.
"What's up?" he asked curiously. Whatever it was, he knew it was serious. There was no other explanation for Takato not eating his lunch; something had to be wrong.
"Ruki's Digimon is in trouble," replied Takato abruptly, as he quickly shoved his D-Tector into his blazer pocket. He slipped out from the bench and quickly ran across the tiled floor of the cafeteria. 'I wonder what type of trouble Renamon is in,' thought Takato, as he pushed his way past the double doors of the cafeteria and ran down the corridor. 'She's not one to get into trouble. It must be really serious.' He skidded round a corner and then dashed round.
His D-Tector started to ring again. Takato quickly delved into his pocket and brought out his D-Tector, flipping its lid open once more.
"Takato, it's Ruki," announced Guilmon from the D-Tector, as Takato raised it to his ear.
"Ruki, what's up?" asked Takato curiously and with a slight tone of worry in his voice. He heard the distress in Ruki's voice, something he had not heard since the battle against the Juggernaut Virus. Takato listened carefully. "I'm nearly there," he told her. "Okay, I understand. See you." He pressed a button and then flipped the lid shut. "Guilmon, I'm going to plug you straight into the computer where Renamon is," announced Takato, before he turned into a room.
The room was full of desks that had keyboards and mouses connected to them. On each desk was a translucent screen with pole like metallic supports on either side. Those were the monitors and once the screen was switched on, the screens would become opaque.
The brown-haired youth's eyes caught sight of a computer that was switched on. That had to be the one. Takato rushed over and switched it off quickly, before snapping the switch back into the 'on' position.
"Okay, Guilmon, it's time," he told his Digimon. Takato quickly plugged the D-Tector in and hoped that Guilmon would get to Ruki in time.

The surge that froze Renamon finally disappeared. The Digimon felt as if she could move again.
"Okay, then, short stuff, it's payback time," she growled, as she stalked towards the Digimon that had attacked her. For some strange reason, she couldn't see the Digimon, as it was shrouded in some sort of mist. Well, no matter. She would find him sooner or later with her keen vulpine sense of hearing or smell. "Diamond Storm!"
"Ha, you missed!" laughed the Digimon from within the mist. "Now it's my turn! Eat this!" From the mist shot out several more of the dark stars that had hit Renamon.
This time, the fox Digimon was prepared. She leapt over them skilfully and landed not too far away from the mist. Renamon roared loudly, before slashing her claws into the mist. They swept through nothing. A claw lashed out at Renamon and scratched her face. She cried out in pain, as more dark stars leapt out of the mist.
Guilmon leapt in front of the dark stars. They splashed against his scaly skin but didn't seem to affect him.
"All right, you," growled Guilmon, "the game's up." A warning snarl, like that of a wild wolf, had spread across his scaly lips. The growl in his voice was animalistic in nature and part protective in its own way.
The mist started to retreat.
"So, you think you can stop the Syndicate's plans, eh?" laughed the Digimon within the mist. "That's impossible. We will brainwash the children into becoming new Syndicate recruits and nothing you can do can stop us!" The Digimon laughed, as the mist began to disappear.
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Renamon in surprise. "You're a Syndicate Digimon?"

To be continued...