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"Nice to meet you Nadia, I'm Jackson." The Shaomon smiled gratefully, it has been a while since he has met anyone. But something about Nadia seemed different, she wasn't part of their tribe, she was part of the Dark Tribe. But, she has taken form of a Holy Tribe Digimon. "What exactly are you?" He asked her, confused as more then ever. "Are you holy tribe or dark tribe?" His attention quickly turned to the digimon in stealth mode and how easily Messiah found him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled at the digimon, obviously he was part of the Machine Tribe. "Don't you know that your land is part of the Dragon-Beast War?" He didn't know why, but Machine Tribe got themselves involved in a war that didn't even need their attention. Then again, maybe the rumors are true. Tracking devices on all nonmachine tribe digimons that enter the hospital.

"What debt?" Jackson asked confusedly, all he knew was that he had to back up before something went wrong. The Commandramon, had crazy rage in his eyes as if he was going to attack Jackson. The ring on his paw was his grandfather's, when he passed away it was carried down generation to generation. He didn't want to end it just after two generations! "No, your not going to get my ring! It's not yours!" He looked up to Messiah, hoping that he out of all people would protect him, especially since they were part of the same tribe.

Jackson turned towards Nadia and awkwardly smiled. "You don't remember what happened to you that caused you to turn into a different tribe?" He started to think of what recent abnormalities he had heard around the Babajiji Campsite. Those two old people always rambled about something. "Well, according to some myths and legend, you should go ask Purple Phantomon of your tribe, though he is highly impossible to find. Or so I hear?" Trying to recall all the lessons he took about mythology and legends back in digimon school, all he could remember was that some sort of deadly digimon was inside of the Graveyard, or something along the lines of that.

Messiah look up lazily and saw Jackson desperate look. He then turn his attention to the commandramon and the knife "Your pissing me off. Scram."

(So I won't have to roll again to digivolve to champion?)

Messiah stop writing and look up again at Zastin. He snap his book shut so hard it snapped his pen in two. "Wanna say that again?"

(( yep~ ))

Jackson smiled at the sight that Messiah was actually defending him, in his own special differentical way. "Thanks..." He whispered towards his fellow tribe member. Messiah was known for many things, but not for kindness. "Yes I do." He told the Machine Tribe Member. "All the tribes have their own way of punishment and I find it highly unusual for the Machine Tribe to just open up their hospital for tribe members that don't belong to them." Glaring at the rookie digimon, he knew that if they started fighting Jackson wouldn't have any hope of winning. "Like our tribe, though I disapprove of it, we capture enemy soldiers to work in the mines." He didn't care if another tribe knew that, the mines were hidden so carefully that no one knew where they were. "And then the Bird Tribe uses their prisoners to battle in the coliseum!" It took a moment before Jackson realized why the Bird Tribe attack the neutral area. "O crap..."

(Zastin is about to get a painful a** whooping....right after I come back)

Zastin grinned then shrugged. ''Commandramon and a few other digimon are apart of a special assassin group its our job to kill digimon that are a danger to others, we use tracking but since we technically dont exist were not a part of the tribe.'' he said looking around.