Kamotz
God of Monsters
Goliath finished sharpening the Dan Kon katana he always carried and ritualistically drapped the gakuran jacket across his shoulders. He stared out over the calm ocean waters as a single Whamon broke the surface and cruised up onto the beach. That Whamon was to serve as their transportation into the Dramon Empire. Arahon and Artemis had dismissed his plan as a foolish, suicidal endeavor. But he believed in its success; he believed it could be done.
That is why he himself would accompany the strike force.
He stood before the assembled warriors of his strike force; Jager the MetalGarurumon, Tharor the WarGreymon, Ajax the MedievalGallantmon, Ragna the Dynasmon, Osiris the Anubismon, Karmas the Zudomon, Karasu the Ravemon, Rai the Rapidmon, Strom the Spinomon, and Gapsar the MasterTyrannomon. Goliath looked upon them with the utmost pride. They were his warriors, his trusted few; he had chosen them for their numerous talents and accomplishments.
Goliath believed in their greatness.
But even so, Goliath knew the risks he was taking with these individuals. Some of them were quite young and rather untested. Goliath knew he needed at least one individual he could depend on no matter the circumstances; he needed someone that--should the worst happen--could take over in his stead; he needed someone capable of leading the operation in his place if he fell.
For this, he chose his most trusted ally and confidant: Oberon the BlackWarGreymon. The "Black Dragon Soldier," as he was so often called, was intensity incarnate. Oberon struck fear into the hearts of every Dramon; he had the specialized weapons of Tharor, but none of the former's mercy or compassion. He was a capable leader and put the wellbeing of others before himself every time.
"This the team?" Oberon asked. Goliath nodded. "Good," said Oberon. "Let's go kill us some Dramon..."
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The strike team climbed inside the massive Whamon and he shuttled them through the waves towards the Dramon Empire's capital city. The city itself was by no means unimpressive. The Three Great Dramon had completed an architectural and engineering marvel.
The new Dramon Empire capital surpassed even the old capital of the Harmonious Republic in both scope and grandeur. The new city was only sparsely fortified; it was too far inland to be at serious risk for a land assault. Only the city docks were more heavily patrolled by lower-level soldiers and guards. The city outskirts were rather suburban; small dwellings and establishments had quickly sprung up with the establishment of the Empire. The further one went into the city, the more densely populated the city became, until finally, one reached the Great Palace at the center. It was medieval in its appearance. It was surrounded by imposing walls, and decorated with tall towers. The center of the palace was domed, underneath which was the throne room of the Three Great Dramon.
But in order to reach this palace, the rebel strike team would need to traverse the city's complex sewer system, and while this was indeed an unpleasant notion, it had to be done. The Whamon that carried the strike team beached itself just beyond the edges of the capital, by the pipe where the sewage discharged into the ocean. Luckily for the rebels, the sewage was treated during its path through the sewer systems, and waste products were almost immediately removed, meaning that the only thing carried through the sewers was water.
"Looks like our stop," Jager muttered. When the Whamon opened its mouth, he was the first to leap out; he had enjoyed the smell least. "Glad I don't have to go to the sewers."
"Yeah, but you don't get to take it to the Great Dramon either," Tharor reminded. "Don't worry, I'll hit them extra hard just for you."
"Fantastic," Jager said sarcastically.
"Listen up!" roared Goliath. "This is it. Jager, take Rai, Osiris, and Strom to the cliffs overlooking the city and set up whatever fortifications and cover you might need. Everyone else is with me. Gapsar, it will be your job to signal Jager's artillery to begin the attack; you'll have to digivolve and fire off an arrow into the sky. Artillery, keep your eyes open for that arrow."
"Let's do it," said Jager. He motioned to Rai, Osiris, and Strom and led them up away from the beach to the heavily wooded mountains that served as a land barrier for the capital city. It would have been very difficult to move a large force through the mountains, but the four-man team was able to traverse the terrain with ease. Even Strom, who was by far the largest of the four, was dwarfed by the giant trees and was able to maneuver through them.
Goliath led the remainder of the team into the sewer system. Tharor turned and offered the giant Whamon a wave of thanks, and the great whale turned and headed out for deeper waters, where he would wait for the rebels to return so he could ferry them back to the islands. He prepared to send a digital message to Poseidon and the rest of the Coalition, but he felt something moving just beyond his line of sight. The Whamon continued to bounce soundwaves forward, trying to make out what it was through echolocation.
Suddenly the forms of the "Seadramon Unit" came into focus. Led by a single GigaSeadramon and consisting of other Seadramon digivolution lines, the Seadramon Unit was the only threat to the Oceanic Coalition's naval superiority.
The Whamon quickly turned to flee; he couldn't even hope to survive against the power the Seadramon Unit presented. But before he could get very far, he was promptly obliterated by an energy torpedo fired by the lone GigaSeadramon.
"Should we stop the rebels?" asked one of the Seadramon.
"No," answered the GigaSeadramon. "We'll follow High Admiral Imego's orders and keep this incident to ourselves. Should any of the rebels flee back this way, we'll be waiting for them..."
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"Set up any defenses you'll need," Jager ordered. "Find any sort of cover that you can; and remember, there are many of them and a very few of us, so we can easily lose ourselves in the forest for a few moments to recover our bearings. Rai and I have the most extensive arsenals, but after I go all out, I need a few moments for my weaponry to reload before I can attack again. Osiris, Strom; you two will attack when I reload. When I'm set to go again, pull back and recover some of your strength. Rai, I'm counting on you to provide a steady stream of fire."
Jager turned without another word and silently waited for Gapsar's fiery arrow to signal their attack...
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Hardly a word was spoken as the rebel strike team navigated through the sewers: silence permeated their ranks and tension was high. Goliath and Oberon stood ahead of the group, leading them wordlessly towards their greatest and most important mission.
Ajax stood behind them, as silent as the others. He hated working team missions; he preferred to act on his own, where he wasn't responsible for the wellbeing of anyone but himself; he could live with failure that way.
Tharor walked closely behind Ajax, and the knight wondered for a moment, what the WarGreymon was thinking. Tharor had a boldly passionate and honorable code; Ajax was certain that assassination wasn't looked at too kindly by this code, and yet Tharor had fallen in line without complaint.
What Ajax didn't know, was that Tharor's code demanded as much honor from his enemies as it did from Tharor himself. When his opponents no longer acted in honorable ways, the code that drove Tharor onward demanded that he take action against them.
Goliath suddenly raised on fist, motioning for the team to stop. He pointed to a ladder that led up from the sewer and to the street level. This was it.
"We're here," he announced in a whisper. "Gapsar, digivolve and fire a burning arrow up through the holes in the grate. We'll wait for the artillery bombardment to commence before heading up through it and getting into the castle..."
=====
As Goliath prepared his team to signal the attack, Jager watched the city skyline expectedly, waiting for the fiery arrow to fly...
NOTE: The "arrow of fire" is Gaiomon's "Rinkageki" attack. More info here.
That is why he himself would accompany the strike force.
He stood before the assembled warriors of his strike force; Jager the MetalGarurumon, Tharor the WarGreymon, Ajax the MedievalGallantmon, Ragna the Dynasmon, Osiris the Anubismon, Karmas the Zudomon, Karasu the Ravemon, Rai the Rapidmon, Strom the Spinomon, and Gapsar the MasterTyrannomon. Goliath looked upon them with the utmost pride. They were his warriors, his trusted few; he had chosen them for their numerous talents and accomplishments.
Goliath believed in their greatness.
But even so, Goliath knew the risks he was taking with these individuals. Some of them were quite young and rather untested. Goliath knew he needed at least one individual he could depend on no matter the circumstances; he needed someone that--should the worst happen--could take over in his stead; he needed someone capable of leading the operation in his place if he fell.
For this, he chose his most trusted ally and confidant: Oberon the BlackWarGreymon. The "Black Dragon Soldier," as he was so often called, was intensity incarnate. Oberon struck fear into the hearts of every Dramon; he had the specialized weapons of Tharor, but none of the former's mercy or compassion. He was a capable leader and put the wellbeing of others before himself every time.
"This the team?" Oberon asked. Goliath nodded. "Good," said Oberon. "Let's go kill us some Dramon..."
=====
The strike team climbed inside the massive Whamon and he shuttled them through the waves towards the Dramon Empire's capital city. The city itself was by no means unimpressive. The Three Great Dramon had completed an architectural and engineering marvel.
The new Dramon Empire capital surpassed even the old capital of the Harmonious Republic in both scope and grandeur. The new city was only sparsely fortified; it was too far inland to be at serious risk for a land assault. Only the city docks were more heavily patrolled by lower-level soldiers and guards. The city outskirts were rather suburban; small dwellings and establishments had quickly sprung up with the establishment of the Empire. The further one went into the city, the more densely populated the city became, until finally, one reached the Great Palace at the center. It was medieval in its appearance. It was surrounded by imposing walls, and decorated with tall towers. The center of the palace was domed, underneath which was the throne room of the Three Great Dramon.
But in order to reach this palace, the rebel strike team would need to traverse the city's complex sewer system, and while this was indeed an unpleasant notion, it had to be done. The Whamon that carried the strike team beached itself just beyond the edges of the capital, by the pipe where the sewage discharged into the ocean. Luckily for the rebels, the sewage was treated during its path through the sewer systems, and waste products were almost immediately removed, meaning that the only thing carried through the sewers was water.
"Looks like our stop," Jager muttered. When the Whamon opened its mouth, he was the first to leap out; he had enjoyed the smell least. "Glad I don't have to go to the sewers."
"Yeah, but you don't get to take it to the Great Dramon either," Tharor reminded. "Don't worry, I'll hit them extra hard just for you."
"Fantastic," Jager said sarcastically.
"Listen up!" roared Goliath. "This is it. Jager, take Rai, Osiris, and Strom to the cliffs overlooking the city and set up whatever fortifications and cover you might need. Everyone else is with me. Gapsar, it will be your job to signal Jager's artillery to begin the attack; you'll have to digivolve and fire off an arrow into the sky. Artillery, keep your eyes open for that arrow."
"Let's do it," said Jager. He motioned to Rai, Osiris, and Strom and led them up away from the beach to the heavily wooded mountains that served as a land barrier for the capital city. It would have been very difficult to move a large force through the mountains, but the four-man team was able to traverse the terrain with ease. Even Strom, who was by far the largest of the four, was dwarfed by the giant trees and was able to maneuver through them.
Goliath led the remainder of the team into the sewer system. Tharor turned and offered the giant Whamon a wave of thanks, and the great whale turned and headed out for deeper waters, where he would wait for the rebels to return so he could ferry them back to the islands. He prepared to send a digital message to Poseidon and the rest of the Coalition, but he felt something moving just beyond his line of sight. The Whamon continued to bounce soundwaves forward, trying to make out what it was through echolocation.
Suddenly the forms of the "Seadramon Unit" came into focus. Led by a single GigaSeadramon and consisting of other Seadramon digivolution lines, the Seadramon Unit was the only threat to the Oceanic Coalition's naval superiority.
The Whamon quickly turned to flee; he couldn't even hope to survive against the power the Seadramon Unit presented. But before he could get very far, he was promptly obliterated by an energy torpedo fired by the lone GigaSeadramon.
"Should we stop the rebels?" asked one of the Seadramon.
"No," answered the GigaSeadramon. "We'll follow High Admiral Imego's orders and keep this incident to ourselves. Should any of the rebels flee back this way, we'll be waiting for them..."
=====
"Set up any defenses you'll need," Jager ordered. "Find any sort of cover that you can; and remember, there are many of them and a very few of us, so we can easily lose ourselves in the forest for a few moments to recover our bearings. Rai and I have the most extensive arsenals, but after I go all out, I need a few moments for my weaponry to reload before I can attack again. Osiris, Strom; you two will attack when I reload. When I'm set to go again, pull back and recover some of your strength. Rai, I'm counting on you to provide a steady stream of fire."
Jager turned without another word and silently waited for Gapsar's fiery arrow to signal their attack...
=====
Hardly a word was spoken as the rebel strike team navigated through the sewers: silence permeated their ranks and tension was high. Goliath and Oberon stood ahead of the group, leading them wordlessly towards their greatest and most important mission.
Ajax stood behind them, as silent as the others. He hated working team missions; he preferred to act on his own, where he wasn't responsible for the wellbeing of anyone but himself; he could live with failure that way.
Tharor walked closely behind Ajax, and the knight wondered for a moment, what the WarGreymon was thinking. Tharor had a boldly passionate and honorable code; Ajax was certain that assassination wasn't looked at too kindly by this code, and yet Tharor had fallen in line without complaint.
What Ajax didn't know, was that Tharor's code demanded as much honor from his enemies as it did from Tharor himself. When his opponents no longer acted in honorable ways, the code that drove Tharor onward demanded that he take action against them.
Goliath suddenly raised on fist, motioning for the team to stop. He pointed to a ladder that led up from the sewer and to the street level. This was it.
"We're here," he announced in a whisper. "Gapsar, digivolve and fire a burning arrow up through the holes in the grate. We'll wait for the artillery bombardment to commence before heading up through it and getting into the castle..."
=====
As Goliath prepared his team to signal the attack, Jager watched the city skyline expectedly, waiting for the fiery arrow to fly...
NOTE: The "arrow of fire" is Gaiomon's "Rinkageki" attack. More info here.