"I know many a legend where the godlike being fell oblivious to the world and someone eventually rose to be equal enough to them to threaten them, and by that point it was far too late. I hope these Soveregins are very vigilant in their watching. But waiting that long will not quite cut it, nor will ten people with strange phones. If you want to be free, you have to fight for it. I'm Russian and I know my history, I understand these things... Both from the oppressed and oppressor point of view." Nonna said somewhat less angrily, withdrawing a little to whisper something to Kapurimon.

The duet rose and left to discuss something out of earshot. "Are you happy with this?" Nonna asked Kapurimon. The digimon frowned and thought for a healthy while. "No." she said eventually, "I left with the intention of finding a new queen for our empire! Either we will defeat our enemy on our own, or our kingdom shall perish among the weak!" she said bravely, "And now that I found you-" she added with a faint smile, "-[b]I[/b] can become our new queen, and lead [b]my[/b] people to triumph. And then, the Chessmon will be revered as the shield that protects the people!"

Nonna blinked once, and then a chuckled. The laughter was born somewhere in her heel and before it got through to her lips, it picked up quite a lot of strength. She raised the fuzzy digimon in front of her, looking her in the eyes, "And I will rather work on my own than to follow any of them. Oh, We are going to get along nicely, you and I. Is it decided then? We will remake the world to suit our ideals?" she asked, feeling a little strange. Sure, this was a dangerous game. They could very well kill her, and honestly even believing anything of this was actually real was probably just insanity raging in her head. But she has [i]never[/i] felt this excited about something. On that sliver of a chance this was reality, she allowed herself to believe that she might - just might - have been destined to come here, and meet this digimon as her partner.

"We shall!" Kapurimon cheered, and was surrounded by a golden glow. Nonna noticed the digivice strapped to her belt beeping and glowing and promptly nearly dropped her as she digivolved into Pawnchessmon again, along with gaining considerable weight. Setting the digimon down on the ground, the Russian smiled: "I see you have your fighting spirit back. Good." the girl smiled. "But... How do we do?" Pawnchessmon asked, scratching her helmeted head. "No we're just a pawn on a very big board. We need more mon!"

A grin flashed over Nonna's face. "Yes, I do intend to present our reason for leaving as such. And of course, that will be the first thing we try to do. It is a lesson the digimon will have to learn sooner or later, or in the end, this will happen again as soon as another digimon climbs to power. However, there are other options... But we can talk about that later. I need to think on it a little myself before sharing. Let us go tell our hosts." Nodding, the mon and the girl turned back to return to their audience.

Nonna didn't quite know whether she was still sane. Not with the scheme that has been forming in her head. But whether it was a sign of confidence or insanity, she was smiling. Because, she was about to start the greatest strategy game of her life.

"We have come to inform you, that we will not be joining up with you. As Azulongmon said, the digidestined had to have been called many times before, and if nothing changes, we would not be the last ones either." [i]And [b]I[/b] will [b]not[/b] be just one of the many.[/i] she thought, "So we will chose a different approach." she said instead, "We intend to rally the digimon, create a [i]proper[/i] resistance by the definition of the word, none of this... religious belief in prophecies that are stopgap and temporary measure at best."

Nonna finished delivering their decision, and was a little surprised when Pawnchessmon spoke up as well: "Follow [i]us[/i] if you wish, we won't stop you. Leaders can't be appointed or foretold - they are chosen." the chessmon said and the two of them turned on their heels, walking out the way they came.