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A large Digimon floats by the door, its arms crossed over its chest. You groan when you recognize what exactly it is. It's in a brand-new shell, but it has the same face as the little fellas you know and loathe. Its lower half is a sleek blue craft, strikingly similar to the one Vademon was riding around in.
<span class="mu-s">"Crap. We don't have time for another enemy."</span>
"I'm thinking Champion-level, can you-"
<span class="mu-s">"If it's as fast as him, no, not instantly. But I can shield you two on the way to the door."</span> Astamon says.
His plan falls apart within moments, when several more Digimon enter the operating room. You see several Commandramon, who immediately start floating and yelping. The Espimon turn on their jetpacks and are fine. One in particular has its gaze fixed on your group, and is looking nervous. It keeps twiddling its thumbs. That little rat!
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Hey, woah, woah, settle down there, tiger! I know we can't take you!"</span></span> It says, holding its hands out.
<span class="mu-s">"You gonna surrender, then?"</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Depends on how this goes. I'm thinking there's room to chat."</span></span> The leader replies.
"And you are?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Hoverespimon, reporting to the scene! I don't think you'll be giving out names in return."</span></span> It says cheerily.
