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>The malware packet gun. It generates mangled code with an internal program as ammunition, then launches packets of corruptive data outwards. Doc has held on to this for a while. It'll be good against Rookies, and you've had a bit of practice thanks to the OOPART. However, it's less effective against Virus types, and Champion Digimon won't be harmed much by the small-scale attacks. Still, it'll permanently provide you with a weapon of your own.
You observe the three items carefully. This is the same gun that Doc presented before. In the time since, he’s made some
modifications to it. As a Code Cracker, he’s always held himself to a high standard. Distributing weapons that could harm other human beings was off-limits to him, even though he clearly had the expertise to craft one.
But after the first incident with DarkTyrannomon, he built this weapon in a rage and offered it to you. You rejected it back then. But you can see from the improvements that this seed of malice has been slowly growing within him. He still has that enemy on his mind, and the loss of one of his partners is fresh. He’s not saying anything to sway you, but you get the feeling that he wants this to be used. He would like it very much if it helped you on your quest to defeat that monster once and for all. And maybe he'll feel better once this tool is out of his hands.
“I’ll take the weapon.”
“Very nice choice. Don’t think badly of me for this, Marnie… I wouldn’t trust anybody else to not point it at the wrong people.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I won’t be stupid with it.”
You pick the weapon up, carefully examining its functions. The first thing you notice when putting it into your inventory is how heavily it’s encrypted. Doc has taken care to make it irreplicable, even more so than his usual .apps.
<span class="mu-s">”Now you’ve got one too! We can blast chumps together!”</span> Phascomon yells excitedly.
“Yeah. I guess we can.” You say with a smile. “But only in the partition. Almost no situation where it’s worth using on the street. Right, Doc?”
“That’s right.” He nods solemnly.
<span class="mu-s">"How do these things work anyway? My own gun has a ton of data and heritage in it. But this one looks tiny compared to good ol' Oro Salmón."</span>
"I'm glad you asked." Doc says. He takes it from you carefully, then pushes a button on the side. Panels unfold, revealing the interior mechanisms. You have no clue what you're looking at, but Phascomon recoils a little. You can feel something like a rush of air.
<span class="mu-s">"It feels like it's gonna blow when you do that."</span> He complains.
"Just venting it, is all."
