Rider Chronicles - Einhart's Tale

[drunkenpandaren]

It was twenty to one, and one could say there was more digimon in the streets than anyone else could profess to see. And all of them were standing in front of a group of battered teenagers with their digimon, and one green haired girl who stared at the opponents impassively.

“You just defeated three of my men! Who the hell are you?” snarled the Saggitarimon.

“I’m nobody,” said Einhart as she held up a mirror as her belt appeared. “Just another passing by Kamen Rider.” And she spun the mirror around as she slid it into her belt. “Henshin!”

[Kamen Ride! Saint King!] boomed the belt as it flipped over. The morph blasted into the ranks as it receded, forming into the solid black rider armor. Kamen Rider Saint King looked over at the four. “You guys coming?”

Sean Gagne nodded as he looked at his team. Hikari Ninomiya, Carter Windam and James McConnell all nodded as they spun their Digivices around and spun them into their open hands which burned with Digisoul, running a trail of energy down the spinning wheel. “Burst Drive Accelerate!”

[Patamon Cross Henshin!]

[Renamon Cross Henshin!]

[Penguinmon Cross Henshin!]

[Plotmon Cross Henshin!]

In a systematic clacking of devices locking together, their digimon split into three distinct colors, red, blue and green as they formed over the others. When it receded, huge digimon hovered behind the Rider.

“Let’s go,” said Einhart as she leaped onto Goddramon’s back.


Rider Chronicles
A Power Rangers Deacde story

Written by Shaun Garin


First Advent


Twenty seven hours ago…


“So she just came out of the mirror.” Boomed a baritone voice.

“Yeah, out of the mirror.” Said a light tenor. Male.

“You know if it was anyone else, I’d say you’d have better luck,” said a high soprano, female, possibly Japanese from the tiny little accent.

“I dunno, sounds to me like this is an unexpected windfall,” said the last, a light tenor but different. “It’s like one of those animes. Which one is that with the girl coming out of the mirror?”

“Ah My Goddess,” said the deep baritone. “And no, I think we’re way past the weird threshold with this one.”

“At least this one didn’t come through the computer or we’d know what or who she was,” said a voice, high pitched, cute, oddly masculine.

“Hey is her boobs real?” said another voice, this one lazy. Smelt of beer and feathers?

A thump. “You idiot. Lemme check.” Said another one with a purring to his voice.

“You’re BOTH idiots,” chided an alto female, throaty, the kind of voice that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window.

“Oh she’s coming around!” exclaimed a tiny cute voice that sounded like Steve Blum on helium. She should know, she met him once before at a con.

Einhart popped a eye open. “Hi,” said Chibimon. She closed it again.

“This is not happening, I jumped worlds obviously, hit the wrong mark, and wound up on the wrong side of the universe.” Groaned Einhart.

“Now now, enough of that,” said Chibimon, pulling on her eyelids and forcing it open that the girl finally sat up. “Yay, she’s up!”

Einhart took in the appearance of the group, different ethnic backgrounds and digimon out the wazoo. Whoa fox girl. Hawt. “I take it that I’m not in another Ranger World?”

“Well there’s Power Rangers here,” said the green haired teenager. “Not here though. Chosen though, that’s a different story.”

“All of the Rangers are in California.” Added the red headed Hikari Ninomiya. Female. Short red hair. Totally hot. Half Japanese too with her oriental slant to her eyes.

“Which begs to wonder why you just popped out of the mirror,” said Sean Gagne. Blonde, blue eyes, stereotypical tall hunky guy. What, she could look right?

“That is to say that we’ve got a mystery on our hands,” said James McConnell, tall scruffy, hippie clothing but with a keen glint in his eyes.

“So where am I anyhow?”

“Welcome to the Chosen By Detective Agency and Technologist Specialists For Hire.” Proclaimed Carter in a announcers voice.

Einhart calculated that out. “CBDATSFH… Cbdatcfhhhhh… how the hell do you pronounce that?”

“We shorten it to CDA for short,” said Hikaru as James smacked Carter across the head.


“With so many heroic groups everywhere, we decided that some of us were smart enough to go through a detective agency thing,” said Hikaru as she showed the bewildered woman around. “As it stands, we converted this old store into a detective agency.”

“We do everything from kidnappings to murder scenes,” said Carter, sitting down and picking up his hat, putting it onto his head. “Though the EPD gets our asses when we show up at the murder scenes.”

“It’s cause you and James can’t stop making CSI jokes,” pointed out Penguinmon as he hopped over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, tossing one over to Plotmon. “How many times has impersonating Grissom gotten you into trouble?”

“How are you all detectives with CSI licences?” inquired Einhart, a little bewildered.

“Trust us, it wasn’t easy,” said Sean with a shake of his head.

The phone rang at that moment and there was a short scuffle before Renamon came out on top. “CDA, Rena speaking.” A pause as she scribbled down an address. “Got it. C’mon guys, we need to get going.”

“Can I come along? I get the feeling I need to come along,” said Einhart and the others nodded.


“CPA, what’s going on here?” asked Sean, flashing his ID.

“Digimon related crime,” said the officer on duty. “We’ve got one of them busting into the bank and making off with lots of coins. Just coins though, no paper money.”

“What would digimon want with coins?” inquired Einhart curiously.

“It’s black market stuff in the digital world. The metals in there act as treats for the metal digimon who can eat.” Said James. “Carter.”

“On it.” Carter tabbed his necklace and he slumped into James’ arms.

“What the hell?!” exclaimed Einhart but Hikaru shushed her.

“Keywords, coins, digimon, break in, july 25.”

“Searching,” said Carter’s dreamy sounding voice.

“What’s going on?” asked Einhart softly of Rena.

“Carter was born an Enhanced, a person who got modified by vast amounts of Digisoul. As such, he’s got a library of information his head, both digital world and human world.” Explained Rena who was concealed under a disguise field, making her look like a leggy blonde in Daisy Dukes.

“Got it,” said Carter, opening his eyes. “It’s a repeat offender, Saggitarimon.”

“The mobster. Figured.” Said Sean. “James.”

“On it.” Said James as he started to twitch and convulse. Einhart moved to help him but Rena held her back as he exploded outwards, becoming an armored tiger-man who started to sniff around.

“Enhanced too?” said Einhart and the group nodded as James started to sniff around.

“Tracks are fresh, he didn’t bother hiding them,” said James, pointing westward. “That way.”


“Abandoned warehouse district. Tacky.” Said Sean as he and the others stood at the edge of the tracks as James underwent a fairly much horror genre transformation back to human form. “Okay, you know the drill. Hikaru and I go this way, you guys go that way. And Einhart, hmm, stay here?”

“You do realize that we just upped our chances to get ambushed,” said Hikaru, nudging him on the elbow.

“Yeah, but the formula works.”

Hikaru pouted.

“Why don’t for once you go with someone else?” said Carter. “You know, just as a change of pace.”

“Er, okay…” said Sean. “Who wants dibs?”

“I’m going with him,” said James as he adjusted his shirt and spat out a clump of hair. “Carter you go with Hikaru and for godssakes everyone, don’t get ambushed.”

“Weapons out though,” said Hikaru.

“You know I can take care of myself,” said Einhart sourly.

“Yeah, but you’re on our turf now.” Carter grinned at her. “Don’t worry, we’re professionals. We do this all the time. Let’s go, Penguinmon, Renamon.”


“I’m going to go with the usual standby for this,” said Hikaru as she and Carter crept through the warehouse. “What do you think Carter?”

“I think this building should be condemned,” said Carter. “There’s serious metal fatigue in the load bearing members, the wiring is substandard for our needs and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone.”

Hikaru sighed. And hairflipped him. “Pay attention! We’re in a situation here!”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” said Renamon as the doors closed off revealing several dozen digimon of all types coming out of the woodwork.

“Oh look, the welcoming committee. Twenty to one odds? I like it. Let’s get them!” exclaimed Penguinmon as the pair of digimon shone with brilliant light.


“Digital hazard levels are at about ten,” said Sean as he panned the scanner around. “We’re looking a partial manifestation here.”

“Class 4, 5 maybe?” inquired James as he and Plotmon slunk through the crates, searching for evidence.

“If it is Saggitarimon, then we’ll be in for a fight. Five perfects at least,” said Patamon, flying down to land on Sean’s hat.

“Better bust out the old luck boss,” said Plotmon.

“Right.” Sean held out a hand as a golden glove appeared on it, and he flipped a coin in the air. Light flashed, probability rewrote itself and the coin bounced off his glove, ricocheting like a bullet and slamming into a hidden opponent who yelled ‘OW!” as a Pumpmon shot out of the barrels holding his backside. The coin bounced back into Sean’s hand and he smirked.

“Hello there,” he said with a smirk.

The digimon spat something foreign and Patamon whistled. “You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

In an instant, a squadron of foot soldiers of all sizes and levels burst from the hidden area. “Nice,” groaned James. “Plan B?”

“Plan B.” And the pair held out their devices as their digimon shone with brilliant light.


“Henshin!” chorused four voices in two different locations.

[Digital Hazard] boomed four devices as their digimon vanished into USB-like devices and they locked it into their belts as one. Carter passed out as with Hikaru as two dual-toned Riders were formed in an instant, one themed half jaguar and half penguin, the other themed a fox with a golden dragon.

“Now then,” proclaimed a feminine voice from one side of the fox-dragon type as a male voice chimed in, “Show us your sins.”

“And let us confess them,” growled the jaguar side as the bird-themed one finished, “in the fires of justice!”

The battle commenced in two different places.


Einhart had enough of waiting around especially when an attack blew a hole in the nearby warehouse. “I knew they’d be in trouble,” sighed the teenager as she pulled out her Ride Mirror.

“Oh ho, and who is this?” said a deep voice from behind her as she turned around. A large centaur-like being towered overhead as he seemed to stroke his chin. “Another chosen without her digimon? My my, how times change.”

“Back off,” said Einhart, scowling.

“Oh I can’t, I need bait after all.” Einhart realized a little too late that another pair of digimon were sneaking up on her and she held up her black mirror. “Hen--!”

A cloth slapped over her mouth and she panicked. Chloroform! Damnit, she had been too careless.

Her last thoughts were of how disappointed her father would be in her to let her guard down.


“Guys!” exclaimed Chibimon as he bounded up to the others who were supporting one another. “Big trouble, big trouble!”

“Oi, not so loud Chibimon,” groaned James. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Saggitarimon! He’s kidnapped Einhart-chan! He says that if we want Einhart-chan back, we’ll have to give up our Digivices!” exclaimed Chibimon.

“EH?!” chorused the entire group. “Chibimon, are you sure?!” demanded Sean.

“Uh huh! Here!” And Chibimon produced a letter written in a elegant script.

Chosen,

I have the girl from another world. If you want her back, surrender your Hazard Belts and Digivices and bring them to these co-ordinates. Don’t notify the police or she dies a messy death. Sincerely, Saggitarimon.

Growling, Carter grabbed it and ripped the letter into a million pieces. “THAT BASTARD!”

Hikaru picked up the torn pieces and in a flash of light, the letter reassembled itself. “So?”

“We go. It’s our fault she got in our battle.” Said Sean. “Mount up, we ride for Calamity Falls.”