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Digimon Vision of Heaven
The Digital world is an alternate dimension from our world. It was formed from reconfigured computer data. Normally data wouldn’t have life, but the legends and myths of the human world created a new universe, bound by similar rules, but instead of humans or animals, this world is filled with Digimon, short for digital monsters.
Like the real world, there are clashing views which have caused wars. Sadly Digimon have a class and government system. The strongest lead and push over the weak. However there are parts of the world which has yet to be consumed by war. This is a story of one of those places.
There was an egg, colored orange with a six edged star symbol on it. The egg was nestled by a curvature of hay. It was kept warm by a yellow fox Digimon called Renamon. She was a rookie level digimon, which was the weakest class of Digimon. Renamon however had a strong spirit and immense speed, that she could stand up to champion level Digimon. The digression of the class system was fairly simply. Rookie < Champion < Ultimate < Mega.
Renamon watched over several Digimon eggs. She was the care taker of all young Digimon within Infant village. She owned a dojo, where she trained rookie level Digimon to become strong fighters to go off into the more dangerous parts of the digital world. Okay, enough Digimon explanation for now, time for the story to go on.
After a long day of training her students Renamon went to the loft to look over the eggs. She noticed the one with the star shape on it was moving. “The holy egg…” She leaned down, placing her soft white paws over the shaking egg. “It’s okay, time for you to be reborn.” Her deep voice soothed the cracking shells. A small black Digimon popped out of it.
“Botamon.” Renamon smiled to the baby digimon. Botamon was a tiny black ball of fluff with orange eyes and two ears. Botamon’s eyes were somewhat red and as Renamon picked it up, her own blue eyes began to turn red.
“Ugh… A virus…” She groaned, dropping Botamon gripping her head. She was pulling at her ears, keeping herself from howling. Her teeth, which were usually invisible because of her solemn face was shown as she snarled.
Botamon jiggled away from the snarling Renamon. He was frightened. She calmed herself, falling to her knees, holding her arm out to him. “Wait…” She panted. “I’m well…Now.” She managed to fight off the virus. She clenched her reddened eyes shut, allowing her spirit to purify. When they reopened they were once again blue. “Come little one.” She stood up right.
The little digimon squeaked before it rolled over to her. “Good child…” She kneeled to him, lifted him in her paws. He was still unsure of whether to trust her touch, but gently rolled into her soft paws. Her claws were nowhere to be seen and it was comfortable in her hands.
Renamon’s fur was as soft and warm as a lightly toasted marshmallow. She held Botamon to her cheek. “It will be fine from now on.” She promised.
From that day on, Botamon grew with the rest of the baby digimon. Eventually he digivolved into the next childhood level, which was Koromon. Botamon’s small black body became slightly bigger, pink with two ears. He grew a wide mouth, which took in a lot more food than before. Koromon hung out with the in training digimon class.
One day bored of playing with the other Digimon, Koromon watched from his play pens walls. He saw Renamon and several rookie digimon running. “I wanna do that…” Koromon complained.
“Good luck, nobody can get out of these walls, they’re too high up for bouncing.” Another intraining Digimon crushed his dreams. The fuzzy grew ball had ears and two mischievous eyes.
“You just watch Pagumon!” Koromon was determined. He bounced a foot off of the ground, but it wasn’t high enough.
A female in training Digimon shaped like a flower, waddled it’s roots up to Koromon. “You’re sure crazy Koromon.”
“No I’m not!” Koromon jumped again, his pink body again slammed into the ground and bounced a bit from the buoyancy of his blubbery flesh. “I know, the harder I hit, the higher I’ll go!” Koromon smirked his shining teeth, bouncing up and down, making a tiny hole in the ground, but his bouncing was getting higher and higher.
“He might actually escape!” Yokomon gasped.
Koromon bounced well over the fence. “Haha! I did it…” Then he felt dizzy and before he hit the ground his body began to glow as a celestial light rained down upon him. “Koromon digivolve to Agumon!” Koromon’s voice hissed and changed as he became Agumon.
Landing on his new claw clad feet. The mustard scales of Agumon shimmered. There were dark blue stripes all over his body and he had a long swaying tail. His green eyes gazed down at the pen of digimon. He was much taller than all the in training Digimon now.
Renamon stopped jogging with all the other rookie Digimon. She caught a glimpse of the newly digivolved Agumon. “So it begins…”
“That’s cliché miss Renamon.” A pink bunny digimon called Cutemon mocked.
1. Renamon-Rookie-Diamond storm
2. Botamon-Baby
3. Koromon-in training- Bubble blow
4. Pagumon-in training
5. Yokomon- in training
6. Agumon
7. Cutemon
Heaven’s Justice
1
None Peace
Reflected in the calm blue waves was the rising sun of morning. The day light peered over the crescent shaped beach, which went on for about a mile. Where it became grassy there was a large rickety, old, stone castle. It watched over the water and had stood for many years, reigning a peaceful rule over the land, even in these war torn times.
Also watching over the water was a girl. She was a buxom young lass, with tanned skin and crystal blue eyes, her crimson hair flowed long from underneath her orange, cake patterned bandana. Her gloved hands, that were placed on the back of her head as she relaxed, had small daggers inserted from the fold of the elbow to the fold of the hand. She had a harness, that went over her hefty bosom and around her shoulders, holding two massive blades, the size of swords behind her thick locks of hair.
The most unusual part of her outfit had to be her skirt. It was made out of a very strong fabric and had from top to bottom several sharp knives just dangling off of it, like a design. Exceedingly dangerous, but she seemed to have no problem as she trotted towards the water.
“Ooooh, I love the ocean..” She sighed to herself, lifting her sharp nose, inhaling the lovely scent of the sea. She saw that there was a castle behind her, but it was too early and most likely nobody would mind if she went for a swim. She slowly began to undress as her boots stepped a cross the sand until she saw it. “Uh-oh…“ Her eyes followed, the peace and the calming morning, were soon to cease.
Driving through the waters, nearing the shore was an immense vessel. This beast of a craft had several sharp points on it’s tip. These massive daggers were not build for speed, but for destroying anything that was in the ship’s path. The entirety of the hull had this pattern. If speed was ever needed, the many propellers on the back, plus the masts which had sails, nearly half a kilometer wide.
Speaking of which, the sails were now opening. Not for speed, but for the point of intimidation. The colors of these pirate sails were that of black mushroom crowd. The Ballistic Missile.
Captain Mandel of the Ballistic Missile was a man who once served in the World Guard. He however had retired, due to clashing views with the great leader. Not only did he leave dishonoring the royal code, but he left, one hand, one arm and an eye behind as well. He now sailed in the desires of conquering the world with his superior ship, which had rule over the seas.
There was nothing where his left arm was, not even a stub. His admiral like shoulder guards covered this area. Where his right hand used to procure, he now had a large claw, shaped like a hook. His eye had a tint of reddish brown, with what could only be described as a reptilian pupil. Opposite his eye, was an eye patch made from an infant’s belly (fried in a kiln of course, and coated with resin, for the leathery strength.) His cheeks covered in scars and when his dried out lips raised to reveal his teeth, they were shark-like from being worn down against steel and bone.
He wore a try corn above his grey hair and below his royal shoulder guards his outfit was entirely sewn from the flesh of a dragon. The natural brown and periwinkle striped pattern skimmed down his sides. His belt was made from the slick spines of a baby dragon, while the straps on his boots, were made from a good sized dragon’s tongue.
His own tongue whispered out of his mouth and licked his lips. He let out a low, but delighted hiss. His prey was ahead. “A die for a die, times continue in my favor…” He spoke to himself, before giving the order to attack. “Wake them! Right flank hex cannons!”
Above the hull several panel’s began shifting. With each opening stuck out a six barreled Gatling gun. The chambers began spinning and the guns began reigning endless fire on the castle’s walls.
The sparks of war reflected in Mandel’s eyes. This castle was only one of many that he had to conquer, several of which had already fallen. He then called for his landing forces to deploy. As impressive as the Ballistic Missile was, it could not destroy a castle merely from sea.. Many smaller craft fled the vessel and sped towards the land.
Within the castle lord GeCaLo was stirring. He was an old man, with a beard, but could command an army well. Though he had never dealt with the Ballistic Missile. “We shall return their fire!” He announced from his thrown. His voice had to thunder louder than the bullets pelting their walls.
“Is it true they can fly?”
“Heh… I heard they can attack from below our very feet…”
“They’ll plague our water supply…”
Several knights were fueling rumors of the fearsome ship, but the king would not allow for such idiocy. He mashed the back of his hand against the knight’s armor. The slam did considerable damage to his bare wrist and the helmet. With his bleeding hand he spoke.
“Fools! Believe only what you see and ward them off!” As he gave that order the walls began to chip, even within. The blasts from the ship had taken more than it’s toll on the castle. It however was only the east front. The rest of the building was intact and they were yet to be beaten.
From the southern roof’s several catapults were loaded with small oil drums, that were set a light with a wick. They were launched, not at the ship, but at the incoming landing forces.
“Hmm, very clever…” Mandel rubbed his chin, with his hook, cutting a bit of beard off. “Instead of bombing our ship, they take out the landing forces… This king has realized that his wall is already lost.”
“We can’t go after them, unless we set foot on the land!” Another man wearing a beard and a bandana on his head argued with the captain, because this was no time to be impressed by the enemies tactical skills. This man had a large, but rounded body. He was sturdy in body only, for he could not see the greater battle.
“Drive, until land ho is beyond us!” Mandel shouted to the engine room. The propellers once again began to kick up water from behind and he traveled from the front of the ship, to the back to take the wheel. Mulloy, the first mate followed him.
“Beyond land ho, you’re going to crash us!” He yelled to Mandel, who grabbed him by the neck through the loop of his hook.
“Exactly…” He hissed. “This ship is unbreakable and once the enemy is finished, we will have infinite time to tow ourselves back out to the sea!”
“But th-the manpower?!”
“I am power!” Mandel’s grin became sharp as his hook left Mulloy’s neck and took the wheel. He steered them full throttle onto the beach. The bottom of the ship was scraping against the sand of the shallow waters, any reefs or rocks were torn apart. The ship began to stick though into the dirt.
Mulloy’s face grimaced as the grinding could be felt through the whole ship as it slowly made it’s way onto the very shore itself. Two massive pillars of blades jut out from the front of the ship, making it look like it had sharp paws, just resting on the beach.
“Commence the attack!” Mandel ordered all crew to abandon the ship and head for the castle. They were to leave no survivors. Also if anybody did board the ship, they couldn’t flea with it, since one it was stuck and two it took a great deal of people to drive such a vessel. The worse one could do is use one of the cannons as counter fire to the invasion.
Legions of pirates spilled out of the front of the ships hull. Some on quads, others on motor bikes. They raised through the dirt toward the castle.
“All out war it is…” GeCaLo viewed the oncoming enemy from the holes in his walls. “So be it, we will hold the line point five kilometers due east, let the Ballistic Missile fall and become ours!” He called for his troops to gather. They trampled the grass, heading towards the beach to meet the enemy. While many others remained behind to operate the catapults.
“Hey, get out of here, this is no place for a maiden!” One of the guards saw the girl from the beach. She had been watching the whole time. Before she could reply to him, he had gone. She sighed, all she wanted to do was go swimming and enjoy the luscious salt water.
She pouted sitting on the stump of one of the gates, cupping her round cheeks in her hands. She quickly yelped and jumped rubbing her bottom, the knives jingling against her glove. She felt the remaining heat, that was left from the blast.
The battle didn’t go unnoticed, by good. Flying through the sky, beaming off the rays of the sun an Angel’s wings were spread and flapped as he beheld the carnage. “Such villainy shall not go unpunished!” His heroic tone siren. His sapphire eyes had a glow to them as he gripped his bow, pulling an arrow from his wing. As he swooped down to aid the castle’s forces, he shot an arrow. The feathery projectile caused a burst of light upon the enemy, purifying it’s will to fight.
“That shall stop your tyranny- OOOH!” He jumped out of the way of gun fire from an oncoming motor bike. “I have a heaven’s charm for you as well!” After the bike sped past him, he grabbed another arrow from his wing and launched it at the motor bike. The man’s will to fight disappeared and he stopped, but as he stopped fighting, he was easy prey for one of the knights, who skewed the pirate with his lance, while riding by on a horse.
“You too sir, must be purified!” He shot the knight on the horse with an arrow, then in his weary state of kindness was picked off by a pirate. “Blast, you all should not fight so hastily, what time is this when-” Before he could continue to speak he was met with captain Mandel.
“Your form of justice is not poetic…” The captain’s hook raised to tear him down, but the angel removed the halo from above his head, stretched it out and used it as a defensive weapon.
The angel spun it all about, clashing it against Mandel’s massive hook. There was no time for the angel to speak his angelic antics. Mandel came at him, like a raging storm. The size of the captain, met with his speed made it difficult for the angel to defend.
Escaping he flapping his wings hard. Though he came to the planet in order to spread the light of Heaven he needed a distance to purify this man with an arrow. As far as he flew, it wasn’t far enough, for there was a rope around his ankle. Mandel had lassoed him with a rope connected to the base of his hook. Using the hook as a backwards spindle, he reeled in the angel.
“Back to heaven with you!” He slammed his hook against the ground, forcing the angel to quickly slam against it.
On the ground, he quickly crawled backwards, the pure eyes reflected the oncoming Mandel. His claw was about to slash right through the angel, and turn him into dust, but it was met by two blades.
The angel looked up, gazing at the round knife covered bottom of the beach girl. He gulped seeing within her hands and tied around her wrists were two large sickles, that blocked Mandel’s killing blow.
“Wor…” Mandel grunted, pushing harder, getting her blades off of his hook.
“Now, now, something so pretty shouldn’t be destroyed.” She winked, complimenting the Angel.
“Do not taunt me, this is war!” Mandel screeched charging at her.
“Aww… You’re supposed to say something like ‘I will kill a pretty thing like yourself‘” She made her soft voice gruff and mean to mimic Mandel’s “Or ‘Both beauties will die!’” She just wanted a compliment was all. While taunting, she was also leaping away from Mandel’s hook.
As she jumped all about, the knives on her skirt also followed gravities direction as well as the heft of her chest, sometimes even bumping her in the chin.
“Stop fleeing and fight, this is-”
“War?” She giggled at him. “It doesn’t have to be… I just want to go swimming-” To regain her balance she used her sickles as support canes. Her eyes then looked with horror upon the beach. There sand was turned black from gun powder, the waves red from blood and many dead bodies lay waste. Also the crude visage of the Ballistic Missile, the beach was destroyed.
Solemnly she stared at was once a peaceful land, her body moving as if it were on autopilot to dodge Mandel’s attacks. She led him toward the shore’s edge. He came at her, but she swiped hard, letting her hand release the handle of the sickle and open to slap him in the face.
Mandel moved back a bit by the slap. He could have just been killed had she held onto her weapon. “You dare mock me…” He was angered, yet befuddled by the action.
“Look at this place.” Her voice no longer held the cheerful tone, her lips no longer smiled, but scowled. “Such serenity was wasted…” She turned to him and pointed her sickle at him. “Give me a good reason why you’ve done this?”
“Ultimate conquest has always been the desires of man-” Before he could finish his great justification speech she punched him in his good eye. Before he could retaliate one of the Angel’s special arrows was cast and blasted Mandel in the back.
The light of heaven and his own strong morale conflicted. On one knee, He was in stand still against himself. The girl remained gazing down at him. She gave a thumbs up to the angel.
“You wage war for man’s conquests? Not your own. How about you go home and think things through, then fight me when your mind’s not as clouded.” She lectured him.
With a hopeless grin Mandel gazed up at her. “I at least should know the name of my executioner.” He sighed.
“Shielsia Raioko, and I‘m not your executioner, but your teacher.” She grinned, thinking of a scenario of a teacher forcing a student to stay after school to do naughty things with.
“Do not patronize me, kill me! I will not live in such dishonor…”
“Nopers!” She shook her head, turning to the ship. “Ick, it’s ugly, but I’ll be taking your ship, not your life.”
“Then that is what you are taking, my life…” Angry by this decision he stood up again to strike her, but he was held back by the angel’s halo, noosed around his neck.
“If that’s what you think, you have a lot to learn.” Again she winked at him, placing her sickles on the back of her shoulders, walking towards the ship.
Staring at the remainder of his troops and the few knights left. “What can be learned in this time of war…” Mandel shook his head, getting back to his feet. He made a loud hissing sound, which meant retreat. The battle could still have been his, but his own mind changed. “Either that angel’s magic or was it the stench of truth that girls words pervaded, I am different…” His teeth shown as he fell back.
Watching him fall back Shielsia smiled, she was waist deep in the water, due to high tide and the ship was rocking back and forth. She saw the angel was flying away. “Aww… This is no time to part ways..” She uttered, then cupped her hands over her mouth. “HEY MISTER ANGEL CAN YOU GIVE ME A LIFT!” She didn’t need it, she just wanted him to stick around, because with their combined efforts they changed Mandel’s motives. She figured if they stuck together, then they could fix the world, or at least those they meet.
“Though she be fierce, my lady needs a wing?” He neared her, but refused to get wet, since the water was stained with blood.
“Mmhmm and maybe something more…” Her ruby lips smiled up at him as he took her hand.
“More?” He looked down at her, he had a perfect view down her blouse, her endless cleavage caught his eye for but a moment and his head sank into the gutter. “I assure you, my uses on this Earth can be among only the purest intentions.” He let her land onto the ship.
They walked about the boat making sure there was nobody else on. It was an odd vessel indeed, covered in blackness.
“The knights…” The Angel gazed out, as the defending knights were trying to board the ship.
“Mister Angel, can you use your magical arrows to make them stop fighting?”
“Ah, I can do more than that madam, I will also give you my name. T’is Gaidra.” He smiled and hurried over the side to intercept the invaders.
Walking about the ship, Shielsia’s belly began to growl. She was quite hungry from all that fighting, plus she was excited, because once they left the blood stained waters she’d love to go swimming. Also her gloves needed to be washed. Her hunger led her to the food storage. She opened the door and found a man pigging out.
“MMM?” It was Mulloy, Mandel’s first mate. The man’s eyes peered at the goddess through his small glasses. He had never seen her before. Since she walked about the ship freely, what he had predicted came to fruition. They lost. “OH please miss, have mercy on this old salty dog!” He got to his hands and knees begging her.
“It’s okay cookie beard.” She called him so because there were chunks of chocolate chip cookies in his beard.
“Cookie beard?” He blinked.
“Do you know how to drive this ship?” Her voice became really kind, because she needed somebody familiar with the vessel. “I’ll let you live if you do that.”
His head bobbed up and down. “I can drive it exquisitely!” He announced.
“Can you cook too?” She rubbed her belly some more.
“No, but there’s cookies…” He looked frightened.
“Ah, that’ll do!”
Using a series of torpedo explosions Mulloy freed the ship from it's trapped position. Of course which each explosion there was minor damage to the ship. Shielsia didn't mind the ship being damage as she felt the beach getting hit. It was her paradise to swim and it was ruined. They left that place with a sour note, though the castle remained, it would take some time for the land to regain it's natural beauty.
So with the sturdy hand of Cookie Beard Mulloy, the defensive capabilities of Gaidra and the hunger of Shielsia, the Ballistic Missile headed off, albeit very under staffed. Their next destination was a place to go swimming.
Back at the castle the lord GeCaLo stepped out. He walked with his scepter. The damage was great, but they still were alive. “Ah-ha my friends. You see, we are unbeatable!” Him and his queen all cheered. Until the sky was blackened by many aerial vehicles.
“Oh no…” GeCaLo was engulfed in flames.
 Shielsia · Sat Jul 09, 2011 @ 07:44am · 0 Comments |
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