[When the D-Terminal turns on, it reveals Malcolm sitting on the ground with his Gabumon peering over his shoulder, Malcolm's expression one of slight confusion while Gabumon is trending towards smug.]

Communications have been established, sir, but I don't believe it will achieve what you want.

Thank you, Gabumon, but I'll take my chances finding out for myself.

[Gabumon looks ready to make a comment to that, but stays quiet when Malcolm turns to him and gives him a look that makes it clear that he's in no mood to argue with him. Malcolm then turns back to the D-Terminal and clears his throat.]

I know that this is highly unlikely since from what the letter said and Gabumon independently confirmed that we come from different worlds, but is there anyone here that has served on the NX-01 Enterprise? If there is, I would like to speak to them. If not, then I apologize for bothering you with this question.

[Once Malcolm's done talking, Gabumon speaks up again, sounding as if he disapproves of the question.]

That whole line of questioning is illogical, Lieutenant. The possibility that another member of your crew is here is quite small.

Believing that I was chosen over the Captain is also illogical.

[The feed then shuts off before it can show any more of that argument.]

[Hyokomon's got the feed again, and he's looking rather concerned.  Something is clearly wrong, but he still politely bows to the camera. Manners are important too.]

I don't mean to impose, but does anyone happen to know how to wake someone up from a bad sleep? It's my partner- [He moves the camera over to the bed, where there's a soldier in orange sprawled out on the bed. So the Digimon has no idea how to take the armor off what about it.]

Ugh... [Pathetic moaning is pathetic.]

He's been like this since the attacks. I think some wild Digimon jumped him while I was distracted.

Bats...so...many bats...they're everywhere...make them go away...

And it has something to do with his crippling phobia. I've tried different remedies that I know of, but nothing seems to work. Perhaps they had some different means of medicine back in his world-

Potato chips...potato chips and Oreos...

[A noticeable twitch from the chicken.] You're faking it, aren't you sir?

[And he continues like he hasn't been completely caught.] Double stuffed Oreos...not the sissy single stuffed...try looking for triple stuffed... [A sigh and Hyokomon draws out his sword. With a quick jab, the tiny blade punctures Grif's leg, making him jump right off the bed.] OW! What the hell Kissass?

[Sheathing his sword.] Never mind, I'd like to put in a separate request. What I need is a human trainer.

Your mom needs a trainer.

I'm sorry for the trouble. [click]

 [Terriermon can be seen handling the D-T, setting it up before speaking. It seems today she is wearing a collar/choker with small rhinestones set into it. Neku can be seen in the background, playing a game on a handheld system of some sort]

Sooo, Neku was telling me not to mention his birthday today. BUT I was thinking-

[Neku curses at the game, something about 'I thought you LIKED cake Hanako!?'. Terriermon's ears perk, and she waits for him to get focused on his game again before continuing]

-since I WAS born for him, anything you all wanted to do for his hatching can come to ME instead! See, then everyone is happy! Neku can sulk and not do anything fun, and you guys' efforts won't be wasted!

[In the back: 'Wait... touch the screen... okay... this seems dirty, what kinda game IS this?!']

Hehe, he's so busy with his new game he probably totally forgot that he even told me.

[There's some rather happy female sounds in the background, and Neku is beet red]

...I think I won.

[On the screen, Garrus, scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably.]

After the human reaper, I didn't think anything could surprise me. Universe just loves proving me wrong, doesn't it?

Come on, Garrus, introduce yourself!

Hmm? [Garrus looks off screen at the source of the high, friendly voice before turning back to look at the camera.] Oh, ah, right. Hi, I'm Garrus Vakarian, and, ah ... hmm ... little help, Patamon? [Once again, he looks off screen at his digimon partner after stumbling through that attempt at an introduction. He's just not very good at this type of thing, is he?]

Wh-wha? Don't look at me!

Right ... thanks. [And once again, the newly human Garrus looks at the screen.] I'm, ah, I'm kind of new here, so ... yeah. [He's not exactly an orator on the level of Shepard.]

[It's event time! Now, what's that on your screen, castmates? Why, it's Shepard, with Monodramon in her lap, cuddled like a teddy bear. Her eyes are red like she's been crying.]

Guys. Guys, I wanna go home.

[She makes a noise that sounds like a little girl whining.]

I miss my guns. Why won't they work, guys? Why not?

[She faceplants into the back of Monodramon's shoulder, and he gives the camera a desperate look.]

[Except not today, as the screen pops up to show Ed's usual aderpable self.]

Hey guys! Sorry about everything, but I've been kind of busy between work and more work and after that I kinda did some work... anyways it's been busy. I'd have changed the title, but it's already set up to say that in series and I don't really know how to change it to something else. [Or more like he didn't want to go through the tiny boxes and settings changes involved.]

But yeah, I just wanted to say hi and stuff. I decided to take the next couple of days off, so if you guys want to hang out... well I just thought I'd put that out there.

Anyways, I figured it'd be a good thing to get that out there since I've been spending all of my time being so busy lately.

[Guilmon pops its head into the frame] Hey, Ed... whatcha' doing? Can I help?

Oh, I'm just practicing for a speech I have to give later... recording it so I can watch how I look when I talk. Don't worry about it. [Wait since when does Ed lie?]

Okay... It didn't sound like a speech though...

Don't worry about it, Guilmon. I'm sure you were just confused.

['Partners don't keep secrets. Shouldn't we know more about each other?']

[Palmon had said as much to him early last month, but in the immediately following confusion of her turning into Yokomon. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to talk or even confide in others if he could, but given the sudden circumstances of being shoved into this world he'd been hesitant to speak up or even really get to know the strangers pushed into the same situation. But today Waver felt a little more talkative for some odd reason like an event or something, go figure and his partner was right, wasn't she? They should've been able to trust each other if nobody else.]

[So he'd offered to tell his partner a story. She'd been playing around with the D-Terminal at the time, and asked to record it--why not, really? Waver didn't have anything to hide.]

I've never really done this sort of thing before, but I guess if you want to hear it I can try.

Sure I do, Waver! It's about time you actually started talking to me, so I'll listen.

Well...once there was a king of a place called Macedonia. He was loud, overbearing, impulsive, and stubborn, but incredibly popular. In fact, he had an entire army of devoted followers that looked up to him.

Sounds like kind of a pain in the neck. How'd he get that many people to like him?

It's a little hard to describe. I guess...he was like a force of nature in that he absolutely refused to compromise or give an inch of ground to anyone else, but at the same time managed to be more human than anyone. Since he was the king he made sure to want, feel, and even dream more than any of his subjects. He wanted to conquer the world, and for the time he lived in, he practically did. But it was never really enough; he dreamed of finding the ocean at the ends of the world--Ōkeanós--and his army shared that dream.

[Palmon had fallen mostly silent, listening to the revering tone Waver had adopted. It wasn't one she had yet heard from her partner, and she wasn't even sure what to think. After a pause she ashed hesitantly:]

Did they...ever find it?

[Waver didn't answer for a moment; the silence that fell was a heavy one that gave the question it followed some considerable significance.]

Was he a friend of yours or something? You sound kind of-...

...Not quite; it was more than just friendship. Ride- [A pause, as thought he'd tripped over the word.] --Iskander is my king, and I'm his follower. I want to reach that shoreline he dreamed of...I want to be able to live to the fullest as he did. I don't know if I can, but I could never call myself his follower at all if..i-if I didn't try.

Waver? Are you...

I'm not crying, don't be stupid.

I didn't even ask that yet.

W-well I'm not, so forget about asking!

[And there he was right back to the weird, overreacting Waver his partner knew. Still, the open display of emotion and reminiscence struck the plant Digimon as something very unusual and even a little concerning.]

[On screen is a somewhat disgruntled, frowning Terra.] Again? Hey, uh. Has anyone else lost two new roommates? I think me and Mondo have some kinda repellent.

 [the post opens to Terriermon setting up the D-T. She taps her chin for a moment before speaking.]

[Tired of posts about robots discovering the joys of eating human food yet, Terminal Tokyo? Well, too bad. Veemon's got the communicator and he's looking worriedly off to the left.]

Oh...this is bad.   I know I'm not supposed to do this, but-

[He finally turns to look at the screen with a pleading expression.]

My partner's not doing good!   He won't eat anything and its been two days and he's just lying there...  

[Veemon tilts the camera, revealing a young man, probably in his twenties, with shoulder length black hair, laying face down on the carpet.]

I don't know what to do.  Please, can anyone help?  We're on uhm... the first floor, number five. 

[The prone figure mumbles something and Veemon jerks the device away.]

N-nobody!  I'm just talking to myself!