......

Never again.

...only got a three-second glimpse of my crew before the thing blew up on me. At least they appear alright for now.

Fox hasn't been himself lately and outright refused to leave the hotel room all day yesterday, leaving me to fetch pain pills for her back as well as food for the day. It's not that I don't mnd helping my tamer out, but I thought that as a space mercenary, she'd be adept to any changes that came her way; instead she was in utter disbelief and hoped that this virus would wear off.

Seeing as it hasn't, we'll be at the Ocean Love Eatery later today. (I'm beginning to wonder if Vixen is a more appropriate name at the moment.)

((OOC: Strikes unreadable.))

We've finally arrived in Tetha.

Renamon was excellent with negotiating a shuttle ride up here and today was mostly relaxation; as a pilot, I'm prepared to traverse the wilderness should my Arwing crash-land, but it's always a relief to encounter civilization. However, as it's been a blast here, the recent commotion over the D-Comm has had me thinking perhaps too much.

I'm in no position to theorize whether or not I'll be able to return to my crew- no, my friends, and as it pains me to be separated from them and unable to protect them, I trust that they are prepared to press on without me should I die or, in this situation, be whisked away to another universe. I don't know if we're even supposed to return to our worlds once the demon kings are defeated; but if that's the circumstance, what if they are destroyed and we still aren't able to return? Would that imply that there's a greater evil lurking behind them? (And as per my previous experience, there usually was.)

But in the end I can't say for certain what will happen, and instead of worrying and believing any assumption I could possibly make about a world I've just now arrived in, I'll roll with the punches and get through this trial no matter how long I have to stay here. After all, a space mercenary's work is never done, but even in such a circumstance as this, I know that somebody will always be at my side.

Versus Andross, I had my teammates. Versus Scales and his puppeteer, I had Krystal and Tricky. Versus Tabuu, I had a slew of fellow fighters at my side. Versus this present threat, I have Renamon.

I'm feeling significantly less delusional today and more aware of my new surroundings. Travel by foot obviously isn't the fastest or most convenient method of transportation, but there's no use in waiting around and sulking; Renamon says it'll be another day before we reach some sign of civilization amongst this wilderness.

It's been about two days since I've arrived here and all efforts to contact my crew have failed. To my relief I at least know that there's some familiar faces out there and over the past days I've been learning of the inhabitants of this world and the lay of the land thanks to Renamon; while I'm stuck in this world, I better make the best of it unless I want to end up as some wild Digimon's lunch. (Is- is it even possible to get consumed by computer data?)

Clearly I was unconscious for quite a while.

My Arwing crash-landed in this dense forest after yet another run-in with that hideous dragon and I definitely ejected out of my ship before it hit the ground, but... there's no smoke in the sky, no nothing anywhere nearby to signal where my destroyed Arwing may be. I even tried to get in touch R.O.B. 64 and my fellow team mates with little luck to be had.

I'm attempting to send an SOS signal as a last resort, but otherwise all I have is this odd device I'm using at this moment and one of the locals - Renamon, she calls herself- says that she'll help guide me out of this thicket.