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>Speak to Hi-Commandramon. This is a chance to learn about the command structure of the city's military Digimon. Maybe you could convince him to cooperate, or see if there are alternate options they could discover.
>Destroy the bots
There are a few small steps you need to take, in order to have this end in a satisfying manner. Firstly, you step towards your acquaintance. You can recognize him as the one holding his mortally wounded companion. They both took heavy damage from Leomon's final blow. Liza is staring at them hatefully, and is only held back by Bella seizing her wrist. Her anger turns to concern as she feels the rough, ruined geometry of Bella's hand, and starts whispering to her.
Astamon walks behind you, glaring at any Commandramon who seems to be getting funny ideas. You stop a distance away, making eye contact with the big lizard. Last time, he was below your neck. Now he towers above you, and dwarfs you in bulk.
"Hi, Commandramon."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Hey, you. You really went and did it, huh...?"</span></span>
His dying friend tries to lift his weapon, but he gently pushes it back down.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Shh. From the fact that you haven't attacked us yet, can I assume there's hope?"</span></span>
"Yeah. But first, make sure they stand down. We can't talk if these bots are around."
Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he shouts a command.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"ALL UNITS! STAND DOWN AND AWAIT INSTRUCTIONS."</span></span>
However, only a few of them stir. Many of them keep their weapons up. Hi-Commandramon glares at them in frustration, while his friend coughs and holds out a claw to tap him on the chest.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"I'm not dead yet. And I'll keep hanging on if I need to... Unless you can promise me you'll deal with this, rookie."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"I promise. Whatever it takes to get them out of here."</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Roger... Then... I, Hi-Commandramon, hereby grant you field command."</span></span>
The assembled Commandramon stomp their feet and salute, nearly scaring Ryan into attacking. They start stashing their weapons away once the orders are accepted.
<span class="mu-s">"Good, good. Now, don't get jumpy, ya'll."</span>
Your partner gives them a few moments to compose himself, before casually flipping his gun over his shoulder. With the weapon still at rest, he pulls the trigger and floods the air with another hail of bullets. They rotate within a generous cone, headed straight for the amassed bots. Metal is shredded by packets of deadly hellfire, until the many ranks of awaiting enemies are utterly destroyed. You walk among the wreckage to check, and spot a couple with heads that are still recording. You try to stomp them dramatically, but they hold up under your shoes. With a small noise of annoyance, you signal for Astamon to neatly double-tap them, before moving back to Hi-Commandramon.
"Okay, now we can discuss things."
He gives you a grateful nod.
