Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 1 - A Time Honored Tradition ❯ Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Talomon landed on top of Tokyo Tower in Japan. It was three in the morning here, Kovin and Talomon had crossed the time zones at mach six so they'd have to deal with some jet lag. The darkness also gave Talomon cover for landing. During the day a three-ton owl would be noticed.

Talomon revert to ... Feamon revert to ... Ozlimon

The ultimate bird faded to champion, then to his rookie level. The remaining little owl was quite cute. He looked like a baby owl the way Gomamon looks like a baby seal. And he was small enough to fit comfortably into a backpack. Kovin and Ozlimon walked over the edge of the viewing platform, and they gazed down at the glowing lights of Tokyo.

"Kovin, do you think we can beat the Ultimate Twelve?"

"It's only eleven now, and yes. We can." Kovin wasn't looking up to talk to his friend.

"Do we really need to destroy them? Can't we just continue the game in some other country? Just face them as they come to us?" The bird and Kovin were best friends. Ozlimon would do anything for Kovin. But lately he wondered why they were on this digimon killing spree. At least he hadn't gone to killing humans. Digimon will regenerate. When a digimon is killed, they return after a random number of years with a different human. But humans don't regenerate. Lillymon would be back. Being an ultimate vaccine type it may take twenty years, but she'd be back.

"Yes! We need to get them out of the way. They do not have the right to tell the rest of us to stop the game!"

"Is this really so noble as protecting our rights?" The little bird knew that struck a chord. Kovin looked away from the lights of the city toward the sky. It was remarkably clear. Since there was no moon out, many more stars could be seen than normal on this warm June evening. Kovin walked over to a bench on the tower, and laid down on it, looking up at the stars.

"You know why I'm doing this. Maybe it's about rights, maybe it's about vengeance, maybe it's about me venting some anger at the wrong target." Ozlimon assumed they'd be going to sleep now and curled himself up on Kovin's chest. Kovin subconsciously began scratching the top of Ozlimon's head. The little bird liked it and he began cooing like a pigeon.

"I'll help you, whatever you need." Kovin didn't respond to that, just kept staring off into space waiting for the stars to spell out the answer. Suddenly he could see millions more stars than before. The sky was lit up like a planetarium. Kovin sat up, and looked out at the city. He could see city blocks of light fading out one after the other. Tokyo was in blackout!

Ozlimon looked the other way towards some high voltage lines coming into the city. He could see a beam of fire in the distance firing upwards. Then an electrical bolt fired down. Obviously there was a digimon battle going on. Ozlimon showed Kovin, and soon they were air-borne on Feamon, Ozlimon's champion form.

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Feamon touched down beside a ferocious battle raging on the hills supporting two runs of high voltage lines. A boy with a Meramon on the ground was battling a girl with a different bird digimon Kovin or Feamon had never seen before. The flying one was using electric attacks. It was not clear which one melted the tower, causing it to fall into its counterpart on the second line, but it happened. And Tokyo had no power.

"Wattmon you can do it!" The little girl screamed. On closer inspection she was probably seven or eighteen. She was screaming at the large electric bird.

"Meramon, we need her power. Go for it!" The other boy screamed at his digimon. Kovin now saw another girl with the boy. She was equally supporting the Meramon.

"Fireball..." The Meramon yelled his attack, and a huge flaming ball flew up at the bird. He was arcing to avoid it and turned the wrong way, into it. He didn't have a chance. The bird's body didn't even touch the ground, it pixilated instantly. Kovin saw what he'd seen to many times when the boy took her digivice's power.

The defeated girl just dropped to the ground. She was crying. It seems the other two were not looking to rub salt in the wound and left her alone. Honourable. Kovin thought.

"Nolan, we have to get out of here. There's going to be repair trucks and cops and stuff up here." The girl said.

"Cera, wait. I want to rest for a minute and I think Candlemon does too." The boy indicated his Meramon having reverted to its rookie form of Candlemon. Kovin decided it was now that he should approach them.

"Good evening. Care for another fight? It may be lop sided, my digimon here can go to ultimate." The other two jumped for a second. Nolan went for a gun but Kovin had two out first. Simple handguns; Kovin's were modified with harder bullets and a double magazine each. "I think we can leave the noisemakers out of this. I heard you say you needed her power. I take it by that that you are not a member of the Ultimate Twelve?"

Nolan pulled his hand away from his side and took a calmer stance. Cera did too. Kovin put the gun in his left hand away, but kept the other in his right hand facing the ground as a precaution. After all, there were two of them.

"No we're not. And as of an hour ago, Cera here's not even a digidestined."

"Oh? What happened?" Kovin was very interested in these proceedings.

"The Twelve's little shit beat me. I would have taken him down personally but his friend's carry some serious shit."

"So do I," said Kovin, indicating his backpack. "I'm tired of them pushing everyone around, saying we can't play the game. But I was hoping I might find some people they've pissed off close to home who might want to get a serious crack at them.

"What do you have in mind?" Nolan asked. Cera was definitely going to help and she listened enthusiastically. She'd love to get a chance to take Cody down a notch.

"I plan to draw them out. Meramon and Feamon get in to a planned fight. Faking it of course. When our heroes show up to stop the fight, we stop them."

"I've heard plans like this before," Cera said, "the Twelve has blown them all away."

"Did the others have these kind of toys?" Kovin produced three pieces of metal from his bag. When combined they formed a small semi-automatic rifle. "We don't stop the digimon. We stop the humans who have the digimon."

"You're crazy," Nolan wanted no part of this planned murder, "we can't do that. That's murder."

"And what they're doing is worse. Dictating our rights to us. Who voted for them? I didn't. They just took it upon themselves to police us. That ain't right." Kovin sold them. Although that's not to say Nolan wasn't relieved when the rifle was assigned to Cera. He would be needed for the performance.