[ The D-Terminal clicks on to show a young woman with a scar across her cheek and hair that falls over her eyes staring intently into it. Her eyes are void of any emotion and for the few seconds of silence that follow the start of the transmission, she may give off the impression of a killer. ]

Good morning. The time is zero seven twenty hours. [ Formal, curt, but with a polite tone. Her expression never once waivers as she continues. ] Mikasa Ackerman, soldier. Rank is of little importance here, but experience is highly sought out from my understanding.

[ Which is why she introduces herself as a soldier instead of taking the easy life and settling in under a new alias. If people were instructed to fight here, then she wanted not only her skills to be known, but to not be treated as if she were a weak individual. Behind her appears a Terriermon who seems more interested in what she's doing than anything else. ]

I formally request a briefing on the situation of this world as well as any documentation related to having your Digimon grow stronger. [ A brief pause. ] As well as information as to why there are skeletons hanging on the walls.

Thank you.

[ With that, she cuts the call and leaves her room, Terriermon in tow. Hello roommates of F1 005, it seems your new companion has finally made herself visible enough to step free from her room to get to know you better. ]

(The D-Terminal clicks on to momentarily show a blue hooded shirt before moving up to show -to people who know him, anyway- a very familiar set of yellow goggles, and the young teenager who wears said goggles has a decent but sheepish smile on his face; he's spent the last hour or so playing with Culumon before making his way out to find the room he's scheduled to head to.)

Ha, didn't think the D-Terminals could be used like this...oh, sorry! Hi! I'm Takato Matsuda, and I was told my partner could be found somewhere around here? His name's Guilmon, and he's real friendly and he likes bread...seriously, he REALLY likes bread so if he asks for some I'd get him a couple pieces! He's got a mark on his chest if that helps any.

One last thing, anyone out there who's at...F1 009? That's where Guilmon's staying at, so I guess I'll be rooming with him too and for anyone who lives there sorry for any trouble he's caused.

...And for any trouble he'll cause in the future I'm sorry about that too!

 [You take your eyes off the feed for a day...and everyone's at each other's throats. Is that really all it takes to set people off here?  Wheeljack doesn't know, nor does he care.

And after seeing not only people literally attacking each other, he's also seeing people threatening to attack people who are attacking. 

So why not join in fix this.]

'kay. What's it gonna take to smack some sense into you idiots? Cause if I have to knock a few dents in your head, I'll do it.

I mean it. 

[You peeks in from the corner, pulling her ears down like pigtails]

He means it.

And some of ya--[Donatello]--already kinda deserve it.

( Locked to Ultra Magnus )

( Locked to Arcee and Bulkhead )

[The D-Terminal switches on to the face of a Gabumon, looking very proud of himself to add. The image bounces a lot as he moves across the room.]

There! It's working Master!

Please stop calling me Master- [A woman's voice came from the other side of the camera. The tone was cold, planned, as if she's had to repeat this before. Finally the camera settles and the woman is placed within the shot. She looks directly at the camera, even though she was wearing a blindfold.]

It's starting!

I fail to see the use in broadcasting this.

Don't you want to introduce yourself to the other Chosen?

No. [Bluntly said. Actually she was after the complete opposite, as anonymity was worth more as an asset in this situation.]

Well...how else are you going to find out about any of those words? It's not like you can listen in on people until they pop up in conversation, right?

[SILENCE]

[For some reason, the air feels really heavy suddenly. Surely, that couldn't have been what she was planning...right?]

U-um...Master?

Do not call me Master. [The command was becoming a pattern. And since the silence was broken anyway.] Prana. Nobel Phantasm. Fuyuki City. [She chooses her words carefully. They need to be specific enough so the understanding does not stray, yet used so that civilians cannot easily discern their meaning.] I require information from those who recognize those exact terms. Privately.

Is that really all you have to say?

Yes. There is nothing else for me to learn. [Follow the one trail, it was bound to take her where she needs to go. Besides. Anything else would reveal more information publicly that she would rather keep quiet. The Fifth War was still going on. Her location had changed, but that didn't mean she wasn't the only one this happened to.]

Aren't you worried about your friends?

[SILENCE. AGAIN.]

[And there's that really heavy atmosphere again too. Gabumon looks confused; okay sure the first time was a given, but what could he have possibly said to upset her this time?]

[And finally-] Matou. Emiya. Tousaka. Einzbern. Kotomine. [Okay she isn't even listing friends anymore.] I require information available that pertains to those names. Knowledge of the terms I gave before is not necessary. [Her head turns to Gabumon.] Now I am done.

[Said all that she needed, Rider leaves the frame completely, leaving Gabumon to settle the issue of turning it off.]

W-wait! Master! You forgot to introduce yourself! [Nope. She's not coming back.] I-I guess she didn't see it was still going. [Hurriedly, Gabumon bows to the camera.] I'm Gabumon, and the lady from before is my master, Rider. I know it's a strange name, but please treat her kindly. [There was the sound of a door opening and closing in the background.] W-wait for me! Where are you going?! [Feed terminated.]