With so many non-human Chosen regaining their natural forms, I've begun to wonder something. Those of you who have changed...have you recovered any abilities not directly connected to your biology? I'm not looking for people who have functional wings or greater strength to fit a new scale or a mechanical body, but magical abilities or artificial enhancement...those I'm curious about.

Perhaps this is the beginning of the digital world aligning us with what we should truly be. Of course, it is entirely possible that it's just another glitch, but what is that old saying? Prepare for the worst, hope for the best? I'm sure the concept of being restored to the way we were before coming here is one that many of us find worth hoping for.

And for any digimon who feel that they may become unneeded in such an event...consider how we Chosen feel. Our purpose seems to be nothing more than to serve as batteries and, at best, tactical advisers. Isn't it natural to be asked for our help only to find out that we ourselves are helpless? But regaining our abilities wouldn't necessarily mean a reversal of those roles. Quite the contrary, such an event could make the term partners seem less token, almost laughable. We could carry the weight equally, act as true teammates rather than support that needs to be protected. Perhaps not all of us, but enough to make a difference in our mission, I'm certain.

[On the last day of January, a message pops up on the D-Terminal network from something that's...not quite a D-Terminal. At least, not a traditional one. It comes across the same, however, and there's Minervamon, adjusting the view and- is that a palace behind her? Buckingham Palace?]

Whoa, took this thing long enough. Hello, Minervamon here, it sure has been a few weeks, yep. [Oops.] In reentering this plane, the communication device Volcanusmon made for me, well. It kinda malfunctioned. I thought I sent out something at least a week ago.

[She appears sheepish, but then she gets down to business.]

This place here? It's what I'm setting up as... Well, I guess where I'm staying on this plane. Looked really abandoned and lonely and big. I'll direct the other members of my group here when they eventually arrive.

That probably doesn't matter much to a lot of you. I'd been thinking, I got to talk to some of you guys, but those still traveling, or too busy, or...just not around, nope. And the game of he-said, she-said, she-said-- that's pretty dangerous, don't you think? So... I guess here we go, the questions I was asked all-in-one.

[Minervamon sits against the statue outside the palace, getting comfy.]

I'm part of a group called the Olympus XII, and my name is Minervamon. The Digimon who attacked Terminal Tokyo before was Jupitermon. He took something called the ARCloner, a supposedly sentient program, and made it start to combine the worlds. That's why all this is happening. Jupitermon was once the leader of the Olympus XII, but he...well, this isn't something the old Jupitermon would do. He's changed. So me and several others separated from him. My group consists of myself, Marsmon, Volcanusmon, and Dianamon. Jupitermon's is Neptunemon, Merukimon, Apollomon, Ceresmon, and Bacchusmon. Venusmon's...neutral, I suppose. Don't ask about the twelfth member. Disappeared long ago, I don't even know them.

[She looks down for a moment; if her eyes could be seen, maybe they'd be closed...]

So the ARCloner. Well, Titamon took it. Big guy, green, really dangerous. No, defeating him is not easy. Yes, we've tried, and every time we've succeeded it's been with our combined power, and he always comes back, fast. We don't know how to find his base, as it keeps moving. He just wants to mess things up for Jupitermon, but well...who knows how long that means keeping the rest of us alive.

I want to stop Jupitermon and set the worlds straight-- it wasn't Jupitermon who called you here, B-T-Dubs. Don't think it was. He just got angry, hearing Lotusmon -- Ceresmon's servant -- died and seeing you talk of separating the worlds. The ARCloner and the Digital World itself bring in the Chosen, that's just how it's been. I don't have any control, but neither does Jupitermon.

...Speaking of me! I got questions of where I've been, before. I mentioned those planes? Well, there's a different level of existence. Like a bean-- ... [No one needs that metaphor. :c ] ...Well, it's different. It's higher, and it takes a lot of work to get from that one to this one, since the ARCloner messed some things up. Jupitermon took a long time getting down, and I was right behind him. That's where I was blasted back to, when your city...vanished.

Not blew up. It's just not there. It's complicated.

...I wanted to help you, but I went about it the wrong way, and I'm sorry. [Her voice is softer, and she's contemplative; the setting sun glints off her helmet.] There's nothing more I can do but to prove that. And...well, I'll do my best to.

[Then she brightens back up, like a kid.]

I think that's everything, but other questions, comments, concerns-- I've got this thing working and can use it to talk! Okay? Okay.

Minervamon, out.

[She salutes and ends the feed.]